#and could she also allow herself to be tenderly held

[scifisiren]

Can Moiraine PLEASE climb into Siuan's arms in a hot bath and get fingerblasted within an inch of her life???? Is that so much to ask???

#moiraine sedai #moiraine damodred #siuan sanche #moiraine x siuan #wot #I have simple needs #ok ok ok #and could she also allow herself to be tenderly held #by the GODS

[ultrone]

rewatching s1 rn and im just imagining lottie as a gf >_< watching her go from so sweetie pie to cult leader would be such a ride but it’d be kinda hot. like as she got more into it, she would be taking you to the alter and eating you out because it’s what the wilderness needs

🫀 ♰ ┈ 𝗹𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗲 𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗮𝘀𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗼.

Your thighs were trembling, but the brown-haired girl between them held them firmly in place.

It was midnight when Lottie woke you up with urgency. She claimed to have received a vision from the wilderness, and she insisted that you needed to fulfill it that very night, under the light of the full moon.

You never expected the wilderness to ask for something like this—but… did it really?

You didn't mind, though, because the way Lottie's warm tongue flickered against your beating clit was enough to make all your thoughts disappear in almost an instant.

You were lying in the middle of an altar, resting on a soft blanket. A pretty crown made of flowers adorned your head, and a small symbol drawn with Lottie's blood rested on your forehead. Your hands were searching for something to hold onto, but all they could find was the dirt and rose petals scattered around you.

Your legs were outstretched and being held by Lottie's hands, as she slowly and insatiably licked your wet pussy from the bottom to the top, finishing the motion with an excruciatingly slow circle around your clit, then sucking on it repeatedly.

She looked lost in a daze, almost hypnotized. Her hair was messy, and her mouth was dripping wet, sucking on your centre as if her life depended on it. She was so eager—and hungry—that it felt like she was devouring you, giving out low groans as she tasted your sweet flavour.

"S-so fuckin’ good,” you babbled, unable to speak clearly as you felt her groans vibrate against your swollen clit.

"You have to give in, Y/n," she mumbled against your centre, "It's so hungry... It won't stop until you give in," she added, tightening her grip on your now bruised thighs.

Your hands instinctively flew to her head as you felt her tongue begin to penetrate your needy hole, gliding in and out of your walls as her nose rubbed against your abused nub. "I-I’m close,” you moaned out as you pulled her impossibly closer, feeling yourself near the edge.

She tightened her grip on your thighs and started sucking more forcefully. "—fuck Lottie,” you whimpered, squeezing your eyes tightly. Her tongue slid faster and faster around your clitoris, flicking it back and forth and softly biting at it with her teeth, making your back arc in pleasure and your vision turn hazy.

You released a few more loud moans before you came all over her mouth, drenching it and her chin with your cum.

As you caught your breath, your chest heaved rapidly, trying to recover, while your fingers in her hair gradually loosened their grip. She gently licked you a few more times as you came down from your high, allowing your muscles to relax completely. Once she finished cleaning you with her tongue, she slowly crawled up your body and positioned herself close to your face. Leaning in, she whispered in your ear, "You did really well."

Then, she shifted slightly and tenderly kissed your forehead, gently tucking a strand of her hair behind your ear. Resting her hand against your cheek, she gazed deeply into your eyes, her pupils dilated with desire. "The wilderness is now pleased with you," she began softly, "You'll see," she added with a gentle smile.

i know this was just a thought but it was so hot i had to write a blurb 😭 i’ve also been busy writing long fics and i wanna feed y’all more,, mwah <33

#minors dni #lottie matthews #lottie matthews x reader #lottie matthews x you #lottie matthews x y/n #lottie matthews blurb #yellowjackets blurb #yellowjackets x reader

[venusphoriia]

— The Pain of Loving You

;; ₍ # ₎ ⁀➷ Diana Prince x Fem! Reader

─ In the grief of losing one, she also lost you.

cw ཿ⠀ wlw. angst. hurt no comfort. mentions of losing a loved one. mostly proof read. the reader speaks a little greek, but the translation could be wrong (sorry if it is (｡•́︿•̀｡)). 860 words.

ପ a/n ; might do a part 2 to this. i’ve been wanting to write for diana for a while now. a really quick story, i hope you enjoy!

She sees your smile in old photographs, newspapers, and paintings. To her, it was a sight that rivaled even the most magnificent artworks. She hears your laughter in her dreams, an endearing sound that makes her heart flutter. Her hand reaches out towards you, yearning to feel the warmth of your skin under her touch, but her fingertips are always met with the coldness of your absence.

The dull, painful ache pulls her from her slumber. She groans softly as she turns to stare at the ceiling. Another night’s rest ruined in the grief of loving you. Or perhaps, not loving you is the more appropriate expression for it. The loss of her previous love, a noble pilot who had managed to capture her heart, had made it difficult to fully love another.

She had loved you. She truly did, but she couldn’t love you the way you deserved—not then. So, she let you go. A brilliant researcher and journalist with an insatiable hunger to explore the world. She refused to let her heartache keep you from pursuing your dreams, no matter how much you were willing to stay. She can still feel the bitter ache from the argument that night, but regardless of your stubborn protests—she refused to let you allow your dreams to die for her.

You were given an opportunity, a once in a lifetime. She couldn’t let you pass that up—not for her. The sad smile you gave her as you fought back tears slips into her mind. She shuts her eyes in protest, trying to block out the memory, but the unwanted reminiscence persists.

She stood with you at the docks, her hands tenderly held yours. Your hands felt so cold despite the thickness of your gloves. The cold spring air betrayed the clear, sunny morning. The sight of a beautiful day was nearly as deceiving as the forced smile that rested on your lips. Your gaze was avoidant as you focused solely on her hands wrapped around yours.

“(Y/n)?” She called your name softly, quickly catching your attention. You looked up at her with teary eyes, your smile seeming more sorrowful by the second as you hummed softly in response. Her heart breaks, a brief moment of regret over her decision to let you go. In a moment of weakness, she almost wanted to plead with you to stay, “Stay safe.”

Almost. She doesn’t miss the way your smile faltered, the small hopeful look in your eyes dimming a bit more. She knew what you wanted her to say, but she wouldn’t. It would’ve only given you more of a reason to stay.

You cleared your throat, steadying your voice. Your posture straightened a bit as you tried to maintain your composure. You adjusted your smile, it was less forced—much more relaxed. Your voice wavered a bit, “I will…”

You opened your mouth to say something else, but stopped yourself. You looked away, laughing softly to yourself, trying to keep yourself from breaking down. She smiled softly as she watched you pick up your bags before looking back at her. The tears in your eyes looked as if they would fall in any minute, but the smile you gave her brought a pleasant feeling to her heart. You were never one for sad goodbyes, always finding them more heartbreaking than anything else, “It’s been wonderful knowing you, Diana.”

One final goodbye, she thought. She hummed softly in response, not being able to find it in herself to say the same in turn without tears following shortly after. You didn’t seem to mind though, walking onto the ship without so much as another glance. Another effort to save face Diana knew.

Once the ship blared its horn, parting its way with the docks, Diana turned to leave. She took a few deep breaths, pushing down the tears—along with the heartache. She tried to delude herself into thinking that these feelings weren’t so deep, that she wasn’t—

“Diana!” Your voice breaks through her thoughts. She looked back towards the boat, sailing away, seeing you leaning over the railing, waving to get her attention. Your smile was genuine, as pure as the sun painted in the sky, your tears slip from your eyes the moment they meet hers.

She hears you. She heard you. But for a second, she doubts she hears correctly—immediately believing it was just fabrication of her own delusions until she hears you yell it out again, just as proudly and longingly as the first.

“Σ'αγαπώ!”

A small, depressed laugh slips past Diana’s lips as all her efforts to hold her composure become futile. She breaks away from the memory and the tears come flowing all over again. She cries heavily, resting her arm over her eyes in embarrassment. She felt like a child, sobbing over something treasured and lost.

She knows her feelings of regret are reasonable, and so are her tears. She just wished you were here to soothe her back to sleep like you did all those years ago. She loves you. She truly does. She just wishes she could have another chance to love you the way you deserved.

[ “I love you” in Greek is Σ'αγαπώ (S'agapo). Here, Σε (se) means “you,” and αγαπώ (agapo) means “I love.” — fluentin3months.com ]

© venusphoriia 2024 — do not copy or repost any of my works on any other platform, please and thank you !! ( ˘ ³˘)♡

#diana prince x reader #diana prince #diana of themyscira #wonder woman x reader #wonder woman #diana x reader #diana x you #diana prince x you #dc x reader

[blooming-violets]

Dancing on my Own Peter/Reader …out of lust.(44).Because this fic lives in my heart.. And because I’m a fucking pathetic egoist, and I want them to have that moment, even if only once.

[link to original ship prompt]

[link to Dancing On My Own]

A/N: This takes place literally right after the events of the original story but could also be read as it's own blurb with Peter x Reader.

Therapy, apologies, and abstinence. 

Those were her three rules. 

They had made it home early that morning. Each of them were exhausted in their own right. It had been a long time since Peter allowed himself to open up like that. He knew what he had done was wrong. He knew he wasn’t right. But, for the first time in forever, he felt hope. He had forgotten what hope felt like. 

And happiness. 

Not the kind of happiness that feels like the sun was shooting straight out of your body but a more subtle, dull glimmer of happy. Like burning embers still keeping the coals warm after the fire has died out. It was the start of something new. 

She had given him a new lease on a life he thought had died along with Gwen. 

Therapy, apologies, abstinence. 

He could do those three things. He would do anything if it would keep her around. 

She had disappeared into her bedroom once they arrived back home to change into something more comfortable. While she was gone, Peter opened his laptop and began to search for therapists specializing in PTSD related trauma. He was scrolling through the faces of each person who could potentially help him when he heard her door creak open. 

His eyes flicked up to meet with hers. 

She had washed off her makeup, her face bare, and brushed out her hair. She wore star print pajama pants and an oversized black tee. 

And she looked more beautiful than ever. 

A smile softened his face as he stared at her. 

There was a look in her eyes that he instantly recognized. He had seen it in other women before but never in her. 

A hunger. A wild abandon. A need. 

Peter shoved his laptop to the side and stood up just in time to catch her as she threw herself into his arms. 

“Oof,” he breathed out when she collided into him with a force that almost knocked him back onto the couch. 

Time seemed to standstill as she pressed her face against his chest. He heard her breathe in his scent with her face buried against his shirt. Strong arms wrapped tightly around her waist, crushing her breasts against him, and drawing her hips to press against his. He tangled a strand of her hair around his finger, running them around her ear to gently cup her head in his palm. 

She listened to his frantic heart beat pounding away in his chest. 

“I love you, Peter.” She breathed out, softly and quietly. “I’ve loved you since I was six years old.” 

Tears burned in his eyes, “I know. Maybe I always knew. Maybe I didn’t. But you were always there. Waiting for me to pull my head out of my ass.” His hand slid down and cupped her bottom, pushing her harder against his evident desire for her growing in his pants, and she knew he loved her, too. 

A bittersweet happiness shone between them. Sadness melded with need. Neither of them knew how to feel. They didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. It had been such a long night. They really should get some sleep before they did anything rash. He could feel his defenses weakening the longer she held onto him. 

She snaked her arms around his neck and gently pressed her mouth to his. She moved her lips tenderly over his, testing the waters of their new development with a hesitant kiss.  

Peter stayed still to allow her to take the lead. Abstinence. That was one of her rules. Though she didn’t specify if that included her. All she had said was that she didn’t want to date him, not yet, and that she didn’t want to listen to him have sex with anyone else…she never said anything about the two of them…

He wasn’t going to push it. It was her world and he was just living in it. 

If she wanted to stand here and kiss him, he would happily allow her to do just that. 

“Peter?” She murmured against his mouth.

“Yeah?” He whispered.

He felt her smiling against his lips. 

“I want you to kiss me back. Stop acting like a statue. It’s okay. Kiss me.” 

Kiss her. 

That’s all he ever wanted to do. He would kiss until the end of time. 

His lips parted, melting the sea of ice, and then he was kissing her back. Forcefully and with demand, wanting to claim her as his own with his mouth. Their tongues wrestled in wet, warm, electric tangles. His growing passion washed over him in cool waves of bliss. 

He could feel her melting beneath his desperate onslaught. She shivered in his arms which only made him hold onto her tighter. Her hips bucked against him and he slipped his thigh between her legs to give her some kind of friction. 

The most delicious sounding moan fell from her lips as he attacked her with hungry kisses. She ground against his thigh and grabbed fistfuls of his hair. Peter felt the dizziness from lack of oxygen as she sucked the air straight out of his lungs. 

Begrudgingly he had to pull away, forcing himself to get a grip of his body before he completely lost control. 

“I-” he panted out. “I think we should stop. This is too…too fast…you wanted to take it slow, remember? This is not slow. This is the opposite of that.”

She groaned and shook her head, “Fuck that. I need you, Peter. Right now. We can take it slow tomorrow. If I don’t have you today, I might die.”

He let out a shuddered, shaky laugh as she grabbed his hand and led him straight to her bedroom. 

A/N: These two are so dysfunctional and fucked up and I love them for it. Let them be a trainwreck with each other! Meanwhile, Gabe is just chillin' in the hospital like "I am never dating anyone ever again wtf."

#ship kiss prompts #domo extras #andrew garfield #tasm #peter parker #tasm peter parker #tasm peter #tasm x reader #peter parker x reader #tasm peter x reader #tasm peter parker x reader #tasm fic

[thecrowcorner]

A Midnight Nightmare - The Doctor x Rose

Cg!Doctor x Little! Rose Tyler

Summary: Rose has a nightmare on the TARDIS and wakes up regressed when the Doctor comes to the rescue.

WC: 1.1k

A/N: Could be read as any Doctor! Click here if you'd prefer to read on AO3.

The Doctor had made sure to safely set the TARDIS into a drift through the vortex just as he always did when he and Rose were resting up before a new adventure. Well, really it was just when Rose needed to rest for a bit while he’d go off tinkering with his gizmos and gadgets, or even sometimes just doing research for whatever planets or solar systems they’d been planning to visit within the near future. 

They had just gotten back from an adventure in which the Doctor had discovered a stranded alien that had been causing the locals a bit of trouble in an attempt to make it back home. Thankfully however, it hadn’t done too much damage yet when they found it, and Rose had taken a particular liking to it, so the Doctor managed to earn its trust before helping it and eventually managing to get it a one way trip back to its proper home. When they made it back to the TARDIS, Rose had begun to feel a bit tired after the day’s events, so she trudged back to her bedroom, promising the Doctor through a yawn that she just needed a good shower and a few hours sleep before she’d be ready to go off soaring through galaxies and fighting crime again. The Doctor happily sent her on her way with a smile, promising he’d be in his lab working on one of his projects while she slept, content with her request.

It had only been about two hours since he and Rose had parted ways in the control room when the Doctor began to feel the TARDIS frantically buzzing and thrumming in his head, instantly knowing something was wrong. Only seconds later, is when he started hearing the shouting.

“Doctor!” he heard Rose yell out through the TARDIS. He dropped the piece of scrap metal he held in his hand, opting for his trusty sonic screwdriver instead before running out of the lab and straight to Rose’s bedroom. He could hear her repeated shouts of his name being choked out between what he could only assume were her sobs. 

Thankfully for him, the TARDIS drew Rose’s bedroom right next to the lab, only two doors down across the hall. “I’m coming Rose, hold on!” he shouted frantically in return. He flung himself against her bedroom door, turning the knob open with one hand and tightly gripping his sonic like a lifeline in the other. Rose was sitting up in her bed, still wrapped up in the sheets and blankets, face red and puffy as the tears continued to run down her cheeks. The Doctor quickly scanned her over before allowing his eyes to wander through the rest of the room searching for any signs of danger.

“Oh, Rose, what’s happened?” he asked tenderly, lowering his sonic down to his side and striding over to her bed. 

“I had a nightmare, you were gone, and Mum was gone, and I couldn’t feel the TARDIS, and I didn’t know what to do, or where to go, and it was so real,” she eventually got out, pausing every few words as the sobs continued to wrack her body. 

“Oh, Rose, it’s okay, I’m here, I’ve got you,” he cooed, lowering himself onto the bed, drawing her into his arms. “It was only a dream, sweetheart, we’re all still here,” he continued, rubbing circles onto her back.

“But daddy, it was so real,” she cried out, looking up at him with what the Doctor could have only described as puppy dog eyes, still red and watery and overflowing. Oh, so that’s what this is, the Doctor thought as the word fell from her lips, which he now noticed were also trembling. Rose was fierce, strong, and independent. A force to be reckoned with. And it was one of the things that he loved most about her, in fact, it had saved his own life more than a number of times, but sometimes, he learned after a few months of travelling with her, she wasn’t. Sometimes, Rose sort of drew into herself, letting a different Rose emerge instead. One that still loved to show a brave face, but wanted to watch cartoons, or colour, or play with a rubber ducky in a bubble bath. The first time it happened while she had been on board the TARDIS, she had been rather embarrassed by it, but the Doctor had been more than happy to jump into the role of caregiver. 

“It only felt real, Rosie, I promise,” he whispered, smoothing her wild hair down, offering the gentle affection which Rose always loved, regardless of her mental age and the nickname he had assigned to her regressed persona. “Come on my star, you’ve hardly rested, why don’t we get you back to sleep, hmm?” he offered, not making any effort to release her from the embrace just yet. 

“Please don’t leave me, Daddy, the nightmares are scary. I don't want to see them again,” she pleaded, strengthening her grip around his torso. “I won’t, you have my word, but you’re still sleepy darling,” he said, prying her arms away from him. “I’ll stay with you while you sleep, yeah?” Rose yawned and rubbed her eyes, conceding to the Doctor’s orders. 

“Do you want your dummy, it’ll help you sleep?” he asked, as he stood up, walking across the room to retrieve it off her dresser where he had last placed it. Evidently, she had never bothered to put it away. She hummed a confirmation, sniffling and wiping the stray tears as they continued to fall down her face. She had cried a wet stain onto the Doctor’s jacket, but he didn’t seem to care. 

He returned back to the bed, dummy in hand before toeing off his shoes, and crawling under the blankets next to her. He pulled her into him and popped the dummy into her mouth before settling her head down against his chest and drawing the blankets up and tighter around both of them. Rose, the Doctor had learned, often tended to grow smaller as she grew sleepier. She sucked on the dummy, wrapping herself tightly around the Doctor, clinging onto him with all her limbs. He held her, watching her as her sniffles drew quieter and further apart and her breathing began to even out.  Rose had been exhausted, and nobody would have been happy with a grumpy big or little Rose stomping about the TARDIS. In fact, happy that her occupant was finding solace, the TARDIS herself began to hum quietly, just enough for Rose and the Doctor to feel her presence, as the Doctor also began to hum, singing Rose to sleep to the tune of an old Gallifreyan lullaby long forgotten to time, with no one else to remember it but him, and now, his Rose. 

#—︎ crow corner posts ☁️ #doctor who #doctor who agere #ninerose #tenrose #timepetals #the doctor #ninth doctor #tenth doctor #rose tyler #agere #age regression #sfw agere #sfw littlespace #sfw little blog #sfw caregiver #caregiver doctor #little rose tyler #fanfic

[wandabear]

COME UNDONE - WANDA MAXIMOFF X F!READER

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Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x f! reader  / Natasha Romanoff x OC 

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 & 4 - part 5  - part 6 -   part 7 - part 8 - part 9 - part 10 finale

Jules is portrayed by Adelaide Kane. Jules outfit here: link

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ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤCHAPTER 6

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Y/N closed her eyes and sighed deeply before leaving that damn room. She walked down the long corridor of the hospital taking off the stethoscope on her neck, barely ten hours passed and it wasn't much, of course it wasn't much for her, but even so she felt that her feet were heavy and her neck so tense. After giving a short explanation about the condition of one of the patients to his relatives, Y/N went to the reception to sign some papers.

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“How's everything, Nancy?” Greeted with an cute smile, noticing how the nurse smiled at her too. “You look happy, and accompanied by a delicious box of donuts I see. Who’s trying to win you over? Come on, tell me.”  Y/N winked at her.

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The woman giggled and shook her head, opening the box for Y/N to take one of the donuts. Somewhat doubtful, the brunette ended up accepting one, taking a bite.

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“Oh, perfectly, honey. You know, busy day.” Nancy held out a folder for the brunette to sign. “What sector did you get today?”

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“Pediatrics.” Y/N said licking her lips after taking another bite of the glazed donut. The truth was that she was busy but happy. She signed those papers and handed them back to the nurse. “I'm considering it, although cardiology is also interesting...”

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“Nice but both a bit complicated. Here's this one too, and…” She gave her the new list of patients. “Before this, someone’s waiting for you in the waiting room.” Nancy smiled mischievously, pointing to the spot.

ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ Y/N arched an eyebrow and walked into the waiting room just to see a redhead sitting there, checking her messages while she waited. The brunette shook her head but inside, deep inside, she was glad to see that Wanda didn't seem to give up. Whenever she could, Wanda would show up at her  workplace to bring lunch or dinner. She sent beautiful and meaning flowers to her house, always with little romantic notes and songs.

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Y/N allowed herself to watch how beautiful the woman looked that day, in a huge scarlet colored jacket that perfectly matched her wavy hair today. The red in her was exquisite.

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“Miss Maximoff, I didn’t expect to see you here today. Anything you need to see a doctor for? Are you hurt?” The brunette said with a rather serious tone but she was clearly playing, noticing how the sokovian quickly raised her head.

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“Hi.”  Wanda smirked  and  approached with a dreamy look, everything seemed to be far away when Y/N was near. “No, I just came to get Dr Y/L/N something.”

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“You don't give up, do you?” Y/N arched an eyebrow, but then looked at the bag. She knew that move perfectly. “I have to say, I don't have time to rest and I doubt I can do it to have lunch together this time, I've only been here for 10 hours and...”

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“Oh, don't worry, I just came to get you this. I have to get to work too so I dropped by to give you your lunch or dinner.” Wanda assured, handing her the bag with the lunch box inside.

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Y/N snooped as the two walked together toward the main room. “What is it?”

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“This time I tried something healthier.” Wanda wrinkled her nose tenderly. “And I bribed Nancy with delicious donuts to tell me when you were coming out.”

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“That woman will be my downfall.” Y/N smiled mischievously. Taking Wanda by the arm, she led her to a more uninhabited area so they could talk in peace. And of course, sniffing out what Wanda had brought that day.

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“Oh my…”  The brunette smiled. “Do you have any idea how delicious this looks?”

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“Wow, finally a nice reaction. Kids always says 'ugh' when they see my grilled chicken with salad.” The Sokovian shrugged and she couldn't help but blush a little. She felt like a lovesick teenager trying to win over her first love through small displays of affection.

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“Oh, don’t worry. That's a kid thing. I used to have the same reaction.” Y/N smiled fondly as she put the lunch box back in the bag. “Until I got older and began to appreciate how delicious grilled chicken and salad tasted. Especially when you don't want to cook.”

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“I could do it more often if you'd let me.” Wanda bit her lower lip, Y/N wrinkled her nose and leaned down to whisper:

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“Don't push your luck.”

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That made Wanda's smile increase, she felt that she had taken another step to get what she wanted so much. That beautiful heart that she loved so much in the past. Those huge green eyes appreciated how pretty Y/N looked in that white lab coat, stethoscope, and her brunette ponytail hair. The dark circles were beginning to disappear, showing that at least she was beginning to sleep better.

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“How's your day going?” Wanda tilted her head.

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“Tiring, it's my first ten hours and it's the first time I can free myself and rest, before I go back to take my shift.” She sighed. “Today I have pediatrics and I quite like it, although its somewhat painful at times.”

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The sokovian smiled tenderly, narrowing her eyes at her. “You really like children.”

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“Hearts too.” Y/N teased, raising an eyebrow which made Wanda stammer a bit.

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“Women's hearts I guess?”

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“All kinds.” She kept her face neutral, trying not to laugh as Wanda opened her mouth to say something to it but nothing came out, as if she were a fish out of water. “Oh my god, if you could see your face now, Wanda! I mean cardiology, being a cardiologist.”

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“Oh! Oh I just-” She laughed alongside Y/N, shaking her head. A slight blush made her look even more beautiful. “Whatever you choose, I know you'll handle it just fine. You will be the best at it. You know that you will have the support of the people who loves you, we will. Decide what makes you happy.”

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“Thank you, Wanda. Really kind words.” Y/N nodded and winked at her. “How are the twins?”

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“Very well, they are with their father.” Said Wanda leaning against the wall, for a moment she fixed her gaze on her rings. “We're deciding with whom they will spend the Christmas holidays. I think Christmas with me and New Years with him... for all the time he hasn't had them.”

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They both talked for a few minutes until the brunette noticed how her last name was requested on the hospital speakers.

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"Dr. Y/L/N, you are needed in Ward 7 East."

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“I have to leave.” Y/N winced, apologizing for the lack of time.

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“Yeah, sure. Of course.” Wanda nodded quickly.

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“Thank you, Wanda.” Y/N gave her a friendly smile. Sincere and honest enough.

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“No problem. Everything for a pretty girl like you.”

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Y/N shook her head but smiled, making Wanda's heart beat faster. The fangs that showed when Y/N smiled were charming and adorable. She felt good, it felt wonderful to be able to get closer again. This thing of making Y/N fall in love with small gestures of hers made her relive endless new sensations.

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"I'll let you through just because you brought me food." She said before starting to walk back to the WARD 7 when Wanda caught her attention again.

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“Y/N?”

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“Yeah?”

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“Saturday is Nat's birthday, and…” Wanda walked with her to the main hall. “Well I asked what she wanted to do and she said dinner was fine…”

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Y/N nodded.

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“We will all have dinner at her house, just the closest friends. She doesn't want a big party, just a nice dinner.” The Sokovian wrinkled her nose at her. “Don’t worry, she's not going to cook it, I will.”

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“Thank to the gods.” They both giggled.

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“I just wanted you to know anyway. In case you see me there.”

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“Of course I'll see you, Wanda. Nat is my friend too.”

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“Of course I know. Exactly.” Wanda giggled nervously and just kept her hands in her pockets, taking a few steps back. “I have to go. Have a nice day, pretty.”

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“See you later, Maximoff.”

A few hours later, the other redhead was walking around her home in a hurry, taking the dirty clothes to the washing machine. With so much work Natasha hardly had time to enjoy the weekend and Yelena always brought her damn dirty clothes on the weekends.

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“So, are you coming or what?” Natasha asked as she held the phone and at the same time emptied the can of clothes into the washing machine. On the other side of her was one of her closest friends, listening to her talk about the latest case and why her life was so boring.

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“Mh… I don't know, I have to think about it.” The brunette made a somewhat thoughtful face but the face of Natasha Romanoff through the video call said it all.

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“Y/N, if you don't come to my stupid birthday dinner, I swear to god I'm going to-” Natasha started to growl, but Y/N's laugh only made her eyes roll. “Asshole! Stop teasing me!”

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“Jeez... Of course I'll be there! I was just kidding, Romanoff.” Y/N exclaimed, seemed to be on her break shift and eating what Wanda cooked for her. “How grumpy you are.”

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“I have the right to be if my friend jokes about not coming to my birthday, jackass. The first one we will all be together again!” She finished pressing some buttons on the stupid washing machine and turned away from it, walking towards the living room. “What are you eating? I didn't know you were cooking before work now. Of course not, you’re too lazy…  WANDA COOKED THAT, RIGHT?”

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“Yeah… it’s…” Y/N decided not to answer and just bit into a huge piece of chicken breast.

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"She's feeding you well."

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“Shut up, Tasha. About Saturday… Don't worry, I'll be there.” Y/N assured her the moment the door opened. A beautiful girl with black hair and wavy hair appeared in the room. Jules came in trying not to make any noise, she seemed quite tired, but when she approached Y/N to see who she was talking to, Jules sighed in love and placed her hand on her heart, mocking Y/N. Instantly, Y/N's brain lit up with a wonderful idea. “Wait... Nat, can I bring someone?”

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Natasha frowned. “Who?”

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“What does that matter, chismosa?” Y/N looked at Jules, who seemed confused as Natasha. “Can I or what?”

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“Bucky will come with Steve and Sam, Wanda is coming with the twins but her father will pick them up after dinner, and Yelena will come with Kate, so yes, yes you can.” Nat said smoothly, although she seemed rather curious as to who her date would be.

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They both talked for a few more minutes until they both hung up the call. When Y/N barely ended that call, Jules sighed exaggeratedly.

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“It was her? It was her, I know.” Jules bit her bottom lip and plopped down on one of the couches. “Oh, her voice is so… oof!”

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“Do you want to stop fantasizing about my best friend?” Y/N narrowed her eyes, noticing how Jules smiled widely.

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“I thought her sister was your best friend.”

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“Both are.” Y/N tilted her head to look at Jules. “You're crushing so hard on Natasha but you never do anything.”

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“I know.” The woman nodded and shrugged. “But she's impossible. She’s one of those girls that you see from afar and say: she’s so fucking beautiful, but not for me.”

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Jules winced.

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“I just don't want you to get hurt, Jules. I know how that ends. It ends with you fangirling and falling in love with a woman a few years older, redheaded, from Eastern Europe, beautiful, who ends up breaking your heart into a thousand pieces. And you end up saying: oh no, what have I done?!” Y/N said dramatically.

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“I'm not going to get hurt, Y/N. I don't even know her… And I'm a chicken so I never will.” She rolled her eyes, but Y/N's silence caught her attention. “Wait, you said you were taking someone somewhere and then you looked at me. Straight into the eyes…in a very weird way.”

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The brunette was quiet, just looked at her trying not to smile.

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“Y/N.” Jules insisted. “Oh God. Where are we going?”

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ㅤㅤㅤSATURDAY

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“Happy Birthday, Auntie Nat!” shouted happily the twins alongside their mother when Natasha finally opened the door. The little ones jumped on her aunt to hug her tight, making both redheads laugh. Wanda walked into the Romanoff home and hugged her friend, wishing her a very happy birthday too. Natasha helped her friend bring in the trays of sandwiches and the amazing cake that Wanda lovingly baked.

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“You know I love you, right? Your delicious food will save my dinner.” Natasha kissed her best friend's cheek. As the two chatted, the little ones ran to play with Fanny, the sisters' adorable dog.  Fanny was a bit old, so she loved sleeping with the boys while they watched TV.

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“Hello to my favorite rascals!” That hoarse voice and a thick accent. Yelena hugged Billy and Tommy  who seemed very happy to see her. Whenever they visited Natasha, Yelena always invite them to hang out with her and play some video games. Even watch some cartoons like 'Avatar: the Last Airbender'. But when the blonde looked up at Wanda with those piercing eyes, almost frozen and cold like Lake Baikal, Yelena just nodded at Wanda saying ‘hi’ and walked away, ignoring her.

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“I’m sorry.” Natasha apologized with a grimace as they both walked into the kitchen.

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“It’s okay, I get that she's still mad at me. For Yelena it’s as recent as it is for me.” Wanda nodded.

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“So…” Nat looked up as she grabbed a bottle of wine and two glasses, pouring one for her best friend. “Aren't you going to tell me anything?”

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“About what?”

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“You know very well about what, Wanda Maximoff.” Natasha rolled her eyes, noticing how Wanda tried to escape the subject but it was impossible. They both sat at the kitchen counter. “I saw her eat HOMEMADE food at the hospital, she hasn't done that in six years.”

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She was caught. Wanda smiled.

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“I've been taking some food to her work, I think that woman should eat better, nothing more." Wanda shrugged.

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“Come on, Wan.”

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The sokovian sighed in defeat. “I did something wrong, Nat. I hurt her a lot and I know it, believe me I know it. Everyone tells me, and if it's not with words, it's with cold looks of 'fuck you'.”

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“You know that Yelena does it because she’s hurt, but she loves you so much. She always loved you like another sister.”

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“I know. I miss that, I miss my little sister. I know I deserve it, but I just want to do it right this time.”

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“I don't want you both to end up hurt again, Wan.” Natasha took some chips. “Both are my friends, I love you two, but I don't want to see anyone hurt again. I've spent six years listening to Y/N, but I don't want to spend any more time watching you suffer. Not her because you want to choose Vis again.”

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“I don't want Vis.” Wanda repeated before drinking some wine. “I know what I did, and I know what I want.” Wanda looked down, taking the tray of small mini pizzas out of the oven and setting it on the table. “I'm not going to deny it, I want her again. I want to be with her. I want to do things right, but I can't rush it.”

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“So… you think winning her over with food is a good idea. Giving honey to the big bear.” Natasha teased, making Wanda laugh.

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“Kinda.” The redhead just sighed and she put on her apron to start cooking. “I also sent her flowers, and I was thinking of inviting her on a nice date.”

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“Can I ask you something?” Natasha leaned across the kitchen counter to whisper. “Is she THAT good?”

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They both giggled, the Sokovian wrinkling her nose was something really cute to see. Wanda leaned over to whisper, like a secret:

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“She’s amazing. Since I divorced Vision, even long before, I hadn't felt that way. You know… wanted. Desired.  Needed. Adored in an very young and intense way but also... in some kind of adorable way. Romantic. She was really amazing.”

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The Russian sipped some of her wine and noticed that Wanda looked a little different in her outfit that night. She usually wore sport hoodies and leggings or shirts and pants for work, but this time she was wearing a pretty white dress with colorful flower details on it. Wearing makeup, Wanda looked really stunnig.  “You look stunning tonight, sis, and I don't think it's because of me.”

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The Sokovian bit her lower lip. “Do you think she will like it?”

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The doorbell rang again, there were only a few so the Widow assumed that it was Bucky.

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“Yelena, come on!” Natasha said out loud as she sat down on the kitchen counter again. “Go open the door!”

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After a few seconds, footsteps were heard in the hallway, a somewhat grumpy blonde passed through the kitchen.

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“I’m coming!” The younger sister complained. “I'm not your servant, you know? I could be in my room on campus studying, but no, I'm here.”

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“Cause It's my birthday, you idiot!”

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“Cyka.”

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Natasha grabbed one of the kitchen towels and tossed it to her sister, who moved away quickly. The first to arrive was Bucky and his friends, Sam and Steve, who were a few years older than Bucky although now they were the same age. Bucky met both in the Police Academy they were just boys then.  

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“Happy birthday to the best partner in stopping-crime, ever!” Bucky smiled, holding out her gift to the redhead who ended up hugging him tightly. With some good music, some beers and dinner in the oven, everyone shared some nice chats and laughs with each other while waiting for the rest to arrive.

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The 1967 Black Camaro parked outside that home, Y/N noticed that Bucky's car and Kate's were parked up ahead so she knew who would be inside and made her sigh in relief. She didn't want to face everything alone. Both women got out of the car, but not before carrying some presents for Natasha.

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“How do I look? do I look good?” Jules asked a little nervously. She was wearing a black top and blue jeans that fit her waist perfectly.  “I want to look pretty.”

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“You're pretty, you fool.” Y/N rolled her eyes as she walked to the door. “Maybe a bit naive.”

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“That's because I'm adorable.”

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“Good thing you left your Sailor Moon hoodie at home.” She taller brunette teased her friend before ringing the bell.

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“Hey, I love my Sailor Moon hoodies. Not all of us want to wear grumpy leather jackets. The only place you wear white is the hospital, then it’s all black black black. Look at you, you look like Grim Reaper from Billy & Mandy.” Jules glanced at the taller woman who was wearing a black shirt, typical of her, and jeans of the same color.

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Y/N just wrinkled her nose and rang the doorbell of the house again , waiting a few seconds, Natasha's figure was present to open the door for her.

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“Happy Birthday!” Y/N yelled and hugged Nat when she started laughing happily. Once she broke away from her and kissed Natasha's cheek, Y/N handed over her gift with a huge smile. "Just another year, nothing else. You're not getting older... yet."

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“Thanks, Y/N/N. I hope it's not those nunchakus you said so much you'd give me.” Nat just teased and shook her head, but after that moment, her gaze fell on the woman next to Y/N, who looked somewhat flushed and adorable. “Sorry, I didn't mean to be rude. I’m Natasha.”

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“I'm Jules, I'm Y/N's co-worker.” The girl smiled widely and pointed to the brunette next to her. Jules handed the gift to the redhead, who took it somewhat surprised. “Happy Birthday. I hope you like it.”

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“Oh, you didn't have to, but... thanks.” Nat swallowed, somewhat confused and also moved by the gesture. “Wait, do we know each other…?” The two stared at each other for a moment until Y/N cleared her throat, pointing around the room.

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“Yeah, I am going there, where people pay attention to me, excuse me, oh hello!”

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Y/N walked into the living room so she could greet everyone. Even Kate and Yelena who were hanging out with the twins, playing Mario Kart. The atmosphere was quite nice, the brunette went to the kitchen to have a beer when she found a certain redhead taking some mini pizzas out of the oven.

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“Hey, Wanda.”  Y/N said, taking two bottles of beer out of the fridge.

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“Hi, Y/N.” A huge smile spread across Wanda's face. She leaned in so she could place a small kiss on Y/N's cheek, surprising her. “You look amazing.”

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“Thanks, you look gorgeous too. I like your dress.” Y/N smiled pleasantly, leaning down to grab one of the mini pizzas. She took a bite, smiling mischievously when Wanda gave her a scolding look.

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“You shouldn’t do that.”

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“You're not going to rat me out.” Y/N arched an eyebrow.

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“Evil being.” The redhead bit her lower lip, but then she saw both beers in Y/N's hands. “Oh, I can't drink another one for a while. The kids are with Yelena and Kate, then I have to drive home tonight.”

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Y/N furrowed her brow a bit confused, until she realized it. “Oh no. I’m sorry. This is for Jules.”

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She wrinkled her nose, walking out of the kitchen to be watched by a completely confused redhead. Who the hell was Jules?

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The night had gone quite well and everyone seemed to have fun, although Wanda didn’t seem very happy with that new guest who didm’t seem to detach herself from Y/N.

ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ Vision picked up the twins after 9 pm, so now the atmosphere was much more comfortable for everyone to speak freely. The redhead tried to hide her annoyance although every time that girl named 'Jules' said something, her jealousy seemed to increase.

Wanda ended up taking refuge in the kitchen, cleaning and washing some stuff she used.

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Why did she feel like this? She had no right, of course. But Y/N's nerve to show up with a date, a girl no one knew, to her best friend's birthday. The helplessness in her grew more and more.

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“Fuck.” She muttered as a dish fell from her hands. Feeling the helplessness suffocate her, the urge to cry and scream from stupid jealousy that she couldn't even understand. And she knew that karma was hitting her where it hurt the most, for everything she did to Y/N. Because everything she felt now, Y/N had felt multiplied.

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And maybe it didn't help that the person she most wanted to see but not like that, came into the kitchen to leave some empty trays.

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“Hey, Wanda. Everything's okay?” Y/N asked noticing that she hadn't even looked up to see her.

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“Everything's fine.” Wanda answered in such a low voice, that alarmed the brunette a little more. Despite the fact that she tried to appear distant from her, Wanda had spent weeks trying to get close to her and that behavior wasn’t very common in the sokovian.

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“You don't look fine.”

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“Did I ask you that, Y/N?” Wanda snapped, finally looking up to see the brunette. “Why don't you go with your girlfriend who everyone adores and leave me alone?”

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“What the hell is going on with you, Wanda?” Y/N shook her head and stormed out of the kitchen, hoping no one would notice.

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And although Wanda wanted to go after Y/N and tell her that she was sorry, she had already done it many times. Even if she wanted to apologize to Y/N for her attitude, the sokovian preferred to remain silent and not make a scandal at her best friend's birthday. Feeling completely useless, unable to get close to the brunette who seemed to be getting further and further away from her. Every attempt was useless. The romantic attempts to win her back wasn't worth it, because Y/N was never going to forgive her.

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Wanda shook her head, trying to focus on anything else in the kitchen other than her. It was somewhat impossible, since a few minutes later, maybe the person she least wanted to see now entered the kitchen, somewhat shyly.

Jules walked in carrying two empty beer bottles ready to dump.

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“Hi…” Her voice made Wanda clench her jaw. She was beautiful, her voice was kinda deep, with an accent that she couldn't define. And made Wanda's job so harsh, because hating her…it was so difficult when Jules seemed to be such a kind and nice girl. Beautiful, sure. Her skin was pale, almost like Wanda's.

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“Hey.” Wanda said barely, watching Jules out of the corner of her eye. Seemed to be a cheerful and quite adorable girl, she would probably like her if she wasn't attached to Y/N like a fly to honey.

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“We're about to start some karaoke.” Jules came over spend some time with her, she hadn't had a chance to talk to Wanda since they arrived. Of course they were all very nice but Wanda had been very quiet the whole time.

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Far from seeing the redhead's discontent, Jules approached with a smile to help her carry some mini-pizzas and snacks to the living room.

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“Everything is so delicious, Wanda. I think it had been a long time since I've eaten this way. Loved all those little sandwiches and mini-pizzas, ugh. Delicious.”

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“It wasn't too bad, it's just sandwiches.” admitted the redhead, wrinkling her nose. It was definitely nothing compared to what she could cook.

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“Did you cook everything yourself?” She tried to get some conversation out of Wanda, although it seems like a difficult task.

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“Yes, Natasha is not very close to the kitchen.”

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“Then thank you. Everything was… really good.”

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“You already said that.” Wanda exhaled a little exasperated and looked up, placing both hands on the kitchen counter. Her emerald eyes collided with the dreamy eyes of the woman in front of her.

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“Am I... bothering you, Wanda?”

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"Can I ask you something, Jules?"

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“Sure.”

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“What are your intentions with Y/N?” The Sokovian tilted her head. “I mean, you came together and you both work together at the hospital…”

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Jules frowned at her. “I don't understand…”

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Pressing her lips together, Wanda wondered how to start this talk without coming across as rude or threatening. She was jealous,of course she had no problem admitting it, but she didn't want to make a fuss. Although the thought that Y/N could be with someone else hurt her a lot, she had no rights.

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“Y/N’s a wonderful woman, you know? And a long time ago, just before the Snap, I hurt her a lot.” Wanda bit her upper lip for a moment, trying to find the right words with which to express herself. “And I'm so sorry about that, but I want you to know that I have feelings for her and I don't plan on letting her go. I'm not going to lose her again, and although you look like a very beautiful and adorable girl, I must tell you that I will fight…”

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“Wait, you mean…?” Jules hesitated whether to let out an amused giggle, because it clearly seemed like a joke, but Wanda's look seemed to be quite serious. “Wait, you're not kidding. Y/N and I…?”

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“I'm not trying to hurt you or anything like that, believe me, if Y/N decides she wants to be with you, I'll accept it. But until then… I will not stop fighting for her.”

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“Wanda, wait a minute.” Jules raised her voice to interrupt her, noticing the confused face of her redhead. “I would never interfere in your marriage.”

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Jules said that completely scared at the idea that Wanda received a different idea than what she really was. “Y/N and I are just co-workers, I swear. She teaches me many things that I don't know, and she’s training me... Well, she actually saves me from doing stupid things. I'm a rookie sometimes, I just get excited.”

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Wanda looked even more confused than she had before.

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“I don’t have friends.” Jules swallowed hard. “I’m a lonely person, I have social anxiety. Actually being here is a big step forward…thanks to Y/N. I came here from Boston not long ago, she also told me that she wasn't from here when she arrived, of course, and that helped me a lot. Y/N told me that I reminded her of herself when she was younger. Or something like that. Although I like to make fun of her because we are almost the same age, and also because I would never imagine her as anything other than a grumpy and annoying tall brunette. She’s just a good friend.”

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Jules hoped with all her heart that Wanda would believe her and not have a problem like that again.

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“I swear to you that there’s nothing between us, she’s a very private woman about personal stuff, and she never flirts with anyone in the hospital. She respects you a lot, she would never disrespect your marriage and…”

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“Wait. What?!” Wanda narrowed her eyes at her, confused. She heard everything and felt empathy for the woman, but the last thing was… really confusing to her. “Do you think Y/N and I are married?”

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“Yeah… why? Aren't you?” Jules now seemed even more confused than Wanda, leaning on the kitchen counter. “Nancy told me once that you were her wifey, that you had visited her... and you were her wife.”

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“Y/N never told you guys we're not married?”

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“No, she didn't say that.” Jules was somewhat shocked, she made a face with her lips. “That's why we all thought so.”

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The redhead blinked, surprised. “Wow.”

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“Did I just get in trouble? Did I just get her in trouble? She was going to propose you and I blew it? OH GOD, I'M REALLY A FOOL. SO STUPID.” Jules panicked.

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"No! Shh! Not at all, I'm just surprised…” Wanda broke the distance and placed one of her hands on Jules's shoulder. “Y/N and I are nothing, we had something but... it's complicated. That's why I'm surprised she didn't  say anything.”

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“Maybe it doesn't bother her that others think so.” Jules shrugged. “Sometimes Security tend to prevent visits that don't have family ties, because of the whole Blip thing… that's why she hasn't said you're not. For you to go there and visit her.”

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“I thought I was just being a nuisance by going to visit her.”

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“Maybe she wants you to keep visiting her.” Jules widened her eyes, excited. Almost as if she wanted to fangirl, she grabbed a mini pizza and took a bite out of it.

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“Oh.” And so, a small flame of hope was reborn in Wanda Maximoff. “I think you have given me some good news after all. Thank you, Jules.”

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“You're welcome, happy to help.” She smiled widely. “Wait, did you really think I liked Y/N?”

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Completely embarrassed, Wanda nodded and apologized to her offering her another mini-pizza.

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“No way. She brought me because…” Jules made a face, somewhat hesitant to say it or not, but she ended up saying it knowing that Wanda shared something personal too. “I have this kind of… huge crush on Natasha. I saw her in the hospital once, I think one of her co-workers had been shot or something and…” She rolled her eyes. “Whenever I see her, I keep acting stupid, 'cause she makes me nervous but anyway, she never paid any attention to me.”

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“Do you like Nat?” Wanda's big green eyes widened. “Natasha? Romanoff? Grumpy russian redhead owner of this house?”

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Jules nodded.

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“Wow, this night keeps surprising me.”

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“Don't say anything, okay? I think she's close to Bucky and…” Jules shrugged. “I know I don't have a chance, I don't want to embarrass myself.”

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“Bucky and Nat are just partners, just strictly work and nothing else.” Wanda whispered to her like it was a secret. "And I'm her best friends, believe me.”

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“Do you think she'll ever accept a date?”  Jules's eyes sparkled, finishing her mini pizza in one bite. “I hope she doesn’t mind that I'm doing my residency at the Hospital. I'm a few little years younger but maybe she won't mind. Do you think it bothers her? Does she like girls?”

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Wanda remained somewhat thoughtful, smiling with a certain tenderness at the flashback that passed through her eyes for a moment. Memories.

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“Oh. You really do look like her sometimes.” The sokovian said with a certain melancholy and a small smile. “Do you want some advice? Be yourself with Nat and you will have a positive answer.”

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“Amazing.” Jules smiled. “Oh, by the way, come on. We'll start karaoke and I want to hear those sokovian pipes.”

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Both left the kitchen chatting as if they were good friends.  

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Wanda joined her friends, noticing that Y/N was in the bathroom, according to Kate. So when she saw her come back, hurried over to Y/N while the others kept busy looking for Kate's karaoke machine.

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“Y/N, can I talk to you for a minute?” Wanda asked somewhat shyly, noticing the serious look of the brunette. Y/N was about to say no, but she knew it would be much worse. She nodded, completely defeated, they both went out into the garden for a moment. That same garden where six years ago, they ended everything in the worst possible way.

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“Y/N, I...”  Wanda stood in front of Y/N, trying to find the right words.  “I’m so sorry. I acted like an idiot again, I just…”

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The brunette didn't say anything, she just crossed her arms and waited for Wanda to finish her apology. Her gaze was still a serious one.

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“I thought you and Jules were something else. God, I hear myself and I reaffirm that I am such an idiot.” Wanda laughed sadly, and shook her head. “I was jealous of you, that you were dating her. She’s beautiful, have you seen her? She's really cute... and... she... She's a passionate talented girl, kind, nice, adorable, who loves her work and- ”

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Wanda looked down.  “And it's all you deserve.”

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“And you thought I brought her as a date.”

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“Well, I didn't know who she was.” Wanda mumbled a bit nervous. “In my defense, Natasha thought the same thing.”

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Y/N sighed.

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“Wanda, you can't choose what I deserve.” Y/N looked around remembering that day. The same place. “You tried to do it once... here. I don't need you to decide what I deserve and what I don't.”

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Wanda didn't say anything, just kept her gaze on her rings. Y/N was right, she had no reason to be jealous. It wasn't hers, and she couldn't choose for her either.

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And although the brunette was still hurt, couldn't help but feel her heart sinking at the sad look of those green eyes that she once loved. Who was she going to lie to? She still loved them.

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“If you want a chance, you have to start with that.” Y/N pressed her lips together and placed a hand on Wanda's shoulder before heading back into the house. And for a moment, the redhead felt again that all those attempts had not been in vain.

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When both returned to the house, they found out that Kate connected that Karaoke machine and were raffling who would go first.

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The first to be elect was Yelena, who performed her 'best version' of Halsey's 'I am not a woman, I'm a god'. Everyone cheered and clapped as the blonde sang.

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Bucky got 'the Archer' by Taylor Swift, although he said it wasn't his kind of music, he ended up quite liking it and Kate assured that she would send him a Spotify playlist. Ensuring that he would love 'Folklore'.

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Y/N had her moment to sing 'Keep On Loving You' out loud, making everyone sing with her. Everyone had their fun time to sing, some had been gifted with a good voice while others laughed at how off key and ridiculous and random songs were.

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The next one was Wanda, who surprised everyone with a melodious voice. Natasha presumed to be the only one in the room to have heard her.

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“And the next one for Wanda 'the Scarlet Witch' Maximoff is…” Kate said like she was a TV host before pressing ‘OK’, watching the name of the song jumping on the screen. “Call it what you want! From my queen, Taylor Swift!”

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‘My castle crumbled overnight I brought a knife to a gunfight. They took the crown, but it's alright. All the liars are calling me one. Nobody's heard from me for months, I'm doing better than I ever was, 'cause…’ Wanda sang as she moved to the beat of the music, trying not to laugh at Natasha and Kate's cheering. Sam was moving and dancing smoothly in the sofa, everyone was just having a nice time. Even Yelena was telling her to go on, possibly the effects of alcohol.

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‘All my flowers grew back as thorns, windows boarded up after the storm. She built a fire just to keep me warm. All the drama queens taking swings, all the jokers dressin' up as kings… They fade to nothing when I look at her.” And in that moment, her gaze connected with Y/N. An intimate moment, a declaration of love in front of everyone because nothing mattered to her, except that Y/N felt how important she was to her.

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“And I know I make the same mistakes every time. Bridges burn, I never learn, at least I did one thing right.” ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ

“Sing as if you were in The VOICE of Sokovia!” Natasha yelled, making everyone to laugh.

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‘Shut up, you'll make me laugh and I should sing! … Uh… You know I did one thing right Starry eyes sparkin' up my darkest night.’

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‘My baby's fit like a daydream. Walking with her head down, I'm the one she's walking to. So call it what you want, yeah, call it what you want to…’

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Completely surprised, Y/N remained still in her seat, noticing how Wanda kept looking her straight in the eye as she sang. Natasha couldn't help but smile and shake her head, her friends encouraging the redhead to continue. Maybe the alcohol kicking on them, but they all seemed having a good time and that was making her happy.

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‘My baby's fly like a jet stream, high above the whole scene. Loves me like I'm brand new…  so call it what you want, yeah, call it what you want to.’

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Y/N’s heart was beating so hard that she thought it would end up being heard over that song. Wanda dared to see her, to point at her, to flirt with her and dedicate the song to her. The redhead had no shame in showing it to her friends. Wanda just had fun singing, laughing and showing that she had nothing to hide. She wanted Y/N and she didn't care if the world knew it. Hell, she wanted the world to know.

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“So, I guess that’s the sokovian courtship display! the mating dance has been successful!” Yelena joked, making everyone laugh out loud again.

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“You’re jealous because she slayed that song and she’s now… 2 points to beat you.” Y/N defended Wanda seeing the score they had.

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“No one can beat Halsey!” Yelena threw a pillow directly at the brunette's face. Natasha laughed happily, feeling her gaze cloud over for a moment. Tears of happiness formed but she didn't allow herself to cry, she couldn't ruin the moment. The happiness she felt to have her whole family together again, to see them laugh and leave all her problems behind her for a while.

But she didn’t realize that someone there was watching her carefully, until she felt how that person touched her arm to get her attention, giving her a small tissue.

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“I'm glad you're having such a good time.” Jules confessed to her, leaving Natasha speechless. In a good way, sure. The next to sing was Nat, and everyone was waiting to know what song was going to play for her. That night everyone decided to have fun, laugh, and celebrate Natasha who seemed for the first time in six years, to recover what was lost.

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here goes some amazing and lovely people tags ✨ :   @marvell-love​ - @ etheriaaly - @idcplss - @how-to-disappearrr - @simp4nat -  @cristin-rjd - @   lonewalker17  

Thanks to everyone who's reading me. And thanks to the people who leave a  ❤️ , reposts and comments, you make me keep writing. I’m SO GLAD to have you all here.

I loved the idea of making Natasha Romanoff a bit happy. She deserves it.  I must say that I am thinking about doing another fic (after this one, and the requests), an AU based on Elizabeth Olsen's 'Red Lights'. About some sokovian at College and the Professor Assistant OR  maybe an AU with  Airforce R and 60s / 70s Wanda.  I don’t know yet!  You can choose tho.

See you in the next!   🐻

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[astrxlfinale]

In moments shared on the fleet, through laughter and silly adventures, it was only a matter of time before Guinaifen would find herself pulling her phone up; " ~ Caelus ! " she'd find herself calling for him, smile as warm as usual but perhaps a little more on the flustered side than usual. What, could one ask, was she up to now ?

Well, a hand would reach for his so she could pull herself a little closer to him, sides meeting as the phone would raise. Golden gaze shifted as finger tapped on the screen to find the camera application, soon displaying both their frames in the screen pointed at them. Guinaifen already knew that March was rather adapt at taking pictures, she had heard so many good things about them, but this... was a different kind of picture, this was of them. Something Guinaifen wanted to cherish in the moments they were apart.

"Would you... maybe want to take a picture with me?" she asked sweetly, thumb grazing his hand. "It's for me ! Not my social media or anything like that, I... want something to look back on whenever we're apart and we can't call each other ! We could also do a couple of silly ones, and I could send them to you ! Or, or -- we could do some cute ones, or with grimaces, like this -- !"

And out came her tongue, poking out for a short minute before breaking into a warm laugh. Anything was good. She just wanted to capture a few moments with him.

"I ~ could also kiss your cheek in one," she'd further tease, nudging their shoulders together, a faint tint on her cheeks.

Strange. In the best damn way strange could mean. It felt like since those days they've spent resting together, gradually building up new defined borders while sledgehammering any prior notes in the name of this new light they've woven together..

Life really has found itself transforming with a branch of the unknown that never felt warmer.

"Shoot, like I'd ever make you ask twice?" The response was enriched with that natural joy that sprung in his step. That mind of the Trailblazer flourished with a pleasant buzz whenever her sweet voice spoke his name. It was a sense of completion to this material world, a force he intends to grip tenderly within his indomitable fist. The way that boyish grin appears becomes a fine note of what she brings out of him, his own shade of gold giving even the finest shades a run for their money.

Things have changed between them. Where the lack of distance felt more natural, where their hands served as a bridge of loving connection, neither of them ever falling short to bask in that very opportunity. Just feeling the way her thumb drew their familiar paths across his rough knuckles led to that soft voltage to course, leaving him all too aware of one fact that kept pounding at the front of his skull.

The Xianzhou Luofu in its entirety had no clue just how blessed it was with Guinaifen's presence here.

An active effort had to be made to reel in his tenderness from spilling overboard. His initial response would be to return the squeeze of her hand, readjusting those fingers amidst her grip in a way that allowed for each one to be laced with the other, solidifying a hold that held no intent of ever letting go in spirit. Once more, another border he felt like was being hopped, that volatile, thriving current of emotion coming to a gradual realization.

...No, rather, he's recognizing what's burning between them with the clarity that always should've been there.

Just a note of that incoming suggestion that found itself playfully, near shyly noted at the tail end after they stuck their tongues at each other (truly picturesque!) had led to the view he's also come to notice a lot more lately.

A look woven for him, the sort that she's never bothered to give to anyone else. More and more did that distance find itself dwindling, and did Caelus absolutely ensure his weight always leaned in to match Guinaifen's.

"Yeah. I'd really like that." The answer was akin to a declaration underneath the light of this artificial sky.

Yet to the one who blazed through a growing number of words, this light was the realest.

For it was the very light that always allowed him to see these heavenly shimmers upon her figure, leaving him transfixed as that rush of heat found itself kicking up within his cheeks. Even then, amidst her saccharine smile, for a fleeting moment that typical, punk like look had settled as the crown expression at first, only to be cosigned by that reserved expression that left him looking bright whenever they shared space with each other.

It clicks the instant he gave her a nudge back, leading her complexion to brighten and steel those nerves in order to 'pay him back' for following that stroke of his heart, and how she repaid it in turn at different times, a constant stream of sharing that always left them feeling invincible and like fireworks were their very basis.

'She.. Really is one of a kind.'

Desire found itself manifesting into a decision.

While the anticipation of watching them through the lens anchored him, witnessing how her eyelids fluttered shut, how the soft warmth across her face hadn't dampened in the slightest in the gradual advance that intends to nail him on the cheek. Caelus would find his courage, allowing that racing heart to center it damn self as within that moment, he'd come to cant his head to the side, allowing those coral tresses to mingle with silvery ash as the direct sight of her expression briefly flickers across his vision, for a golden, sweet moment.

For his own eyes would come to a close. The distance between them would dwindle towards that special brand of nil, for he'd lean in, allowing that pressure to supply an answer of the Heart that Guinaifen long sense earned. No cheeks would find themselves blessed by either of their lips, rather, it'd be that very connection that sends a sublime power flowing through every damn nerve in his veins. The stark realization and surprise could be noted, practically feeling the tension due to his utterly unpredictable move in such an instance.

Caelus was kissing her. There were no second thoughts, no doubts, it showed clear within the way he'd let their lips tenderly mesh for a fleeting moment as an anxious sense of euphoria rocked his entire being in that moment. The idea of a picture was briefly forgotten within his mind, and he assumed the same for that planned picture hadn't found itself cemented in reality with a click just yet.

He couldn't let himself be lost to the sweet scent and creeping dose of an equally sweet taste forevermore, an explanation was due and that's what made him edge apart from her lips as a sudden breath was drawn in.

If she were to peek those eyes open, this time, he wasn't building any distance away from each other. No, the focus found itself devoted directly upon that beautiful face. A particular serenity balancing with that firm look of certainty.

"Would a picture like that work for us too? ..Gui? I want us to take as many as we want." Steady, steel yourself.

Be true to this fire that burns in her name. The answer was so damn simple. A mountain to surprise, but so amazing simple in it's nature.

He knows what he wants.

'I'm yours as long as you want me.'

"I want to be with you."

@avaere

#avaere #| Shuttle Mail #-Whistles innocently-

[sansloii]

Most would have called him insane - but he had the queen's orders. To never dare die, for as long as she was breathing. Such was his oath - and if there was to be a demise to greet him, it better be in her service. In her name. To protect her. And so, if he had fallen here today - he wouldn't have minded. But he certainly didn't plan for that. He fought valiantly of course, taking on the group of the opposing soldiers with absolute lack of fear in his eyes - if anything, it was pure ferocity that glinted through the slit in his visor. Their blades had cut into him from various angles - he could not defend his flanks while also trying to parry the blows from the front. But it did not matter. It did not matter how many injuries he'd sustain this day, because he would not die. He wasn't allowed to. Monster! They cried. Because what man could sustain this much assault and still stand, still hold his sword up and retaliate? Once their war cries turned into pleas for mercy, they were each silenced one by one, until the battlefield fell completely silent. The knight exhaled a rasped breath as he used his sword as a leverage to stand up properly, only to turn and head towards the way where he knew his queen would have waited. Safe. Not even then did his features soften. Not until he knelt before her, head hanging low for a moment, before clawed hands pulled his helmet off... Only then, as he glanced back up, did he offer the most gentle smile that did not befit the hellstorm that had raged across the battlefield. One of his hands reached up, tenderly caressing her cheek. “My queen, I'm so glad that you are safe. If they had even laid a hand on you, I... I'm not quite sure what I would have done.”

The queen had her breath held throughout the entire battle. She paced and worried and stressed over its outcome, lamenting the fact that she could barely see it from her army's base of operations overlooking it. More than once, she'd been told that it would be better for her to remain as a “last line of defense” by advisors… but she knew that it was just a means to keep the sovereign away from harm. They wanted her safe and for that, she could not blame them… but what use was she or the skills that she had learned if she couldn't use them for their intended purpose. If she was being perfectly honest, part of her of still wanted to take up arms and join the men fighting for her kingdom — fighting for her…

…If not for the fact that he told her the same, that is.

To her guard — to Ignis — she swore that she'd stay far away, regardless. His order, in turn, was to stay alive — that he wasn't permitted to die. It's with that oath that he marched into battle on her behalf… and she carries her promise to him heavy in her heart as she awaits his return.

She can faintly hear the roar of the battle as it rages on, the cacophony of voices and weapons clashing all melding into one. The way the symphony would rise and fall was nerve-wracking but she couldn't bring herself to turn away from it for long. Perhaps her presence was a source of morale for her men, if the whispers of how focused she was were anything to go by… but she didn't feel as though she inspired much confidence. To their credit, her army needed little guidance from her and what little she offered — to her — seemed performative…. but her job, in addition to whatever leadership role she fulfilled here, was to stay safe… it was to be safe.

As the highs of battle comes to an eerie standstill, her nerves jump into her throat awaiting the news of the outcome. “Hurry back…” is among the thoughts that fill her mind as she's finally torn away from the faraway battlefield to speak with her strategists and discuss next steps. They won, she's told, and should take the quiet and stillness to recuperate and take stock of their losses… which she agrees with. However, at the suggestion that she should return to the capital first with a select few — before the rest of their forces are to return — earns a swift rejection.

“No.” she says, her words firm. “I will stay and when my army is ready, I am ready.”

How much more obvious could it be that she was waiting for him?

It's not until she sees his towering figure cutting through the rest of the camp that the knot in her stomach begins untwisting itself. He's hurt — that much he could see from a mile back… but her guard still walked with purpose despite his injuries. Dakota is all too ready to meet him halfway, the others in the encampment fading towards the edges of her vision. She stops when he is a few steps shy of her and she nearly follows him to the ground when he drops to his knees, closing that gap between them quick as her brows knit with worry. “Ignis.” she begins to say, but the next words that she thinks to say die on her tongue as he removes his helmet.

Oh, why did have to smile at her so. Even as injured and bloody as he is — the evidence of the hellstorm he'd brought down on his enemies — Ignis smiled up at her and she could see relief ease through his features. Even after enduring all that, her safety is the first thing out of his mouth. He reaches up with a bloodied hand to cup her cheek… and she, without hesitation, leans into his touch with one of her own rising to rest atop his.

“And if you had fallen…. oh — I would've done so much worse to them.” she says softly, “So much worse…”

“You're hurt… can you stand? Here, let me help you.” — and she thus then tries to get Ig to his feet again, ignoring the eyes on her and the blood that now stains royal garb. “Once your injuries are looked at, you are to stay by my side…. understood?”

“You stay where I can see you.” — so he cannot go where she can't follow.

Unprompted | @rexpyre

#rexpyre #🗪 ┊ ⧼ you all are some chatty cathys! ⧽ ⇹ ( asks. ) #✖ ┊ ⧼ i’ve got heels longer than your dick ⧽ ⇹ ( d. ) #♥ ┊ ⧼ if only god fathom the lengths i would go for you and only you ⧽ ⇹ ( dakota & ignis ) #⬦ ┊ ⧼ then so be it ⧽ ⇹ ( d.queen!au ) #.you don't only get 1 answered asks with no icons #.you get TWO because i was so invested in writing this #.that NO icon i have accurately fits imho #.koko and ig in this verse will be the fucking death of me #.BECAUSE LOOK AT THIS #.THIS IS LOVE #.BUT THEY ARE STUBBORN!!!! FOR NO REASON!!!! #.I'm sorry i'm normal now #.(no i'm not)

[nirby-wirby]

AN: A short, fluffy one shot written for Ladynoir July 2022, Day 10: City Lights, Day 14: Hold My Hand, Day 21: Chocolate Kisses, Day 22: Blankets. @ladynoirjuly

When Ladybug arrived at the rooftop they’d agreed on for their date, she smiled. Chat Noir was already there, sitting with his back to the chimney and staring out at the city lights. His cat ears twitched and he turned to her with a smile as she walked toward him. She couldn’t help the grin that plastered itself on her face as she looked at him.

“Hey, Bugaboo,” he murmured as she sat beside him, cuddling into his side. One of his arms wrapped around her swiftly while the other moved to share the blanket he’d brought. 

Ladybug looked up at him, “Hey, kitty.” 

Her heartbeat picked up speed as he leaned in, placing a soft kiss to her lips. They’d only been dating for a couple months and every time his lips touched hers she’d blush. How could she not when he kissed her so tenderly? It was like he poured out all his love into each of their kisses, and it made her heart melt. She was so lucky. 

“I brought us a little something,” he said when he pulled away. Chat Noir grinned, clearly excited to show her his surprise. Ladybug felt herself fall for him a little more. 

“Oh?” She asked. “What’d you bring us?”

He pulled out a small box of chocolates. “Ta-da!” Gosh, he looked so cute when he grinned at her like that. 

The box was ladybug themed, with a black ribbon tied around it in a neat bow. In the middle of the bow was an embroidered little green cat paw. It was clearly made as a little tribute to them. It was always nice to see different shops make things inspired by them.

Ladybug pressed a kiss to Chat Noir’s cheek. “Thanks, kitty. I’m sure the chocolate will taste delicious.” She watched as a pretty flush peaked out from beneath Chat’s mask. She was glad that the city lights allowed her to see him so well in the night.

Chat Noir gingerly pulled at the ribbon and carefully opened the box. He held it out to her. “Ladies first,” he drawled.

Ladybug looked through the small assortment of chocolates, unsure of which one to pick. Her gloved fingers hovered over the box of chocolates as she debated over which one looked the best. She always wished the chocolates would somehow be labeled so she knew which one would be something she liked and which wouldn’t.

Finally, she picked the one that looked like it was meant to be dark chocolate. She plopped it into her mouth, hoping it would be a good chocolate. The tart but sweet flavor of raspberries filled her mouth, mixing with the richness of the dark chocolate, and she hummed, satisfied with her pick. She’d made a good choice.

Chat Noir hummed from beside her, nodding. Clearly, he’d also made a good choice. “What was yours?” She asked when she was done.

“Milk chocolate and caramel. How about yours?” His sounded a lot sweeter than hers. Maybe too sweet for her taste.

“Dark chocolate and raspberry.”

He nodded slowly, eyes trained on hers. Chat Noir was planning something. But what? Finally, he leaned closer to her, his breath fanning across her face, and murmured, “Can I get a taste?”

Ladybug’s brain short circuited. The combination of his half lidded eyes and question left her unable to speak. It also did not help that the city lights reflected across his hair making it shimmer like gold. So, Ladybug just nodded and tilted her chin up to meet his lips.

And oh. The sweetness of the caramel somehow tasted better on his lips than it would’ve on its own. Soft lips glided along hers and Ladybug felt dizzy. She felt his hand cradle her cheek and she leaned into it as Chat Noir tilted his head to deepen the kiss. Her mind was swimming and her heartbeat thundered in her ears. Under the hand on his chest, she could feel his racing heartbeat.

Too soon, they pulled apart for air, foreheads leaning against each other. Her eyes fluttered open after a moment, and Ladybug found Chat Noir gazing at her with unbridled affection. She was sure she melted into a puddle of goo right then and there. His free hand laced his fingers through hers and she felt her blush deepen.

She cleared her throat, glancing away from his intense gaze. “So, um. You like did— I mean, did you like it? The chocolate,” she stuttered.

He chuckled softly, warmly, and she felt affection for him expand in her chest. “Yeah, it was really good, but,” the hand on her cheek moved to lift her chin to meet his eyes, “I think it was better coming from your lips.”

Oh my gosh, was he doing this on purpose? Did he want her to just stop functioning all together? She buried her face in his chest, “Chaaaat, you can’t just say things like that.”

Fingers still laced together, he squeezed her hand lightly, “Why not? I’m just stating the facts.”

She glared up at his cheeky expression. Then she kissed him again, quickly. She pulled back before he had the chance to get over the initial shock and kiss her back. Ladybug giggled at his surprise, his eyes wide and his mouth in a perfectly kissable little ‘o’.

“Well, if we’re stating facts,” she said, gaining back her usual Ladybug confidence, “I guess I should tell you that you look adorable like that.” She lightly flicked his bell as he blushed.

“Now you’re the one who’s being unfair,” Chat Noir grumbled.

Ladybug laughed, “I thought we were sharing facts, kitty.”

His expression softened, “If we still are, then I should tell you I love you.”

Her heart melted and she was sure a dopey, lovestruck smile spread across her face. “I love you, too,” she murmured.

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[ekleipsi]

Soft where her legs as she moved with ease through death-scented air, her hands lowering to earth to gather lingering creatures of a long-due by date but forever loved by herself and that of their keeper. A visit that took months in the making, it was a long trip from her lair, from her safe zone to this lonesome settlement but she didn't dare stay away for a second more as she kissed upon brethren legs and nuzzled sisters before placing them upon her back and heading further in.

With soft chitters from her lips, her arms open with delight upon his appearance. "Sir Azzy!" Widow stepped faster, eager to wrap her arounds around his crown and smother him as always within her chest with a delightful laugh. "It has been far too long! You haven't aged a day!" Oh and how she needed him, a sturdy remembrance that she wasn't alone in this strange world and that there were those that enjoyed her species company.

"I bring gifts from across the way." She spoke with ease, retreating to an arms length so she could summon her inventory box to pluck from the air several bags of monster parts that were just easy money makers, but also because her crafting skill allowed her to make things on the spot. Thus - like any parent of any race, she plucked forth blankets and wolf-skin shawls that could make winter think twice of causing cold here. Bones with jewels, some armour of some kind of metal that could be smelted for use elsewhere - some mana crystals weak ones that wouldn't do much for herself but mostly foods for her precious family.

Though for Azzy alone, she pried out an old tome. "Here, this one seems more like for you than for me." Fingers pinch the death-keepers cheek as she rests the grimoire of the dead in his hands with a wink.

--- He was not a deity by any means, though his existence predated all, a primordial entity in all respects, Azrael had walked this earth and many others lifetimes over. To that end, he knew just how long it took the spidren to make her travels to this designated location and he was at all disappointed when she finally arrived and all but smothered him into ample bosom. Unbothered by the gesture as he knew it only as affectionate, he offered a respectful smile in turned as abyssal orbs met those of his companions upon her own back.

--- ' I see they've greeted you once again, the eager things... ' he chuckled, her compliments of his appearance making his smile widen just a bit as fingers lifted to trail along her jaw and then slip fondly through her hair. ' And I never will, of course. You've not aged either, my dear, ever beautiful. ' he purred his own compliments in turn before blinking in surprise at the offer of gifts from her own lair and realm.

--- A small clap of hands as she offered a myriad of things, his eyes glossing over the collection of jewels and armor alike. Some older and ancient in nature, others from more recent times; this was one of his favorite exchanges with her, as a being that loved history and all it had to offer. A remembrance of humanity past, and the nature of life as it were- a constant circle that always resulted in death. ' You've accumulated quite the collection! Many adventurers must have been caught in your webs to have such marvelous treasures, Widow. ' he smiled fondly.

--- When she finally produced the tome though, his mouth opened in surprise. A long, long lost treasure that had once belonged to one of his more ancient cults- he could hardly remember what was kept in the pages, but fingers were gentle as they passed along it. A small flinch as she pinched his cheek, before tenderly cradling the tome with a hum of approval. Though typically someone who maintained the same expression constantly, it was apparent that he was glowing in his own way as he held it.

--- ' This is a treasure indeed, where did you happen upon this one? It's very rare- one of a kind even, I remember it from ages past. Vaguely. ' he scoffed the last word out as a jab at his own age. A pause, before he was pressing a kiss to her cheek. ' A wonderful gift- tell me how I may repay you for such a kindness? Ask of me a favor and I will be more than willing to oblige. '

#wicked necrosis | azrael |--; #nvrcmplt #this was so nice #he loves when friends bring him old ass things #and he LOVES HIS SPIDER FRIENDS

[trendywaifus]

can i request soft cuddling headcanons w rosaria + whoever you’d want to write for? i love this blog aaa 💞💞

💚 💚 also thank you for letting me pick because I believe in cryo + lumine supremacy !!

— lucky mf got the chance to cuddle with one of the finest women in teyvat. aaa but hear me out, if rosaria was in a soft mood, she’d let you lay on top of her with your head buried in her neck or pressed against her chest. normally, she does not like to be in any position where she can barely move so allowing you to rest on top of her is a huge sign of trust!

— not much into small talk so when y’all cuddle it’s silent. its not like you care because you’ll be almost half—asleep. her faint sweet scent of dandelion wine and her cool body temperature is just too much for you to not fall asleep to.

rosaria adjusts herself a bit so you can be more comfortable resting on top of her. you hum in contentment, a dopey smile present on your lip. “ what are you smiling about? “ she asks with a raised brow. “ i get to be on top this time! I’m going to have the best nap this way. “ you answered happily. she rolls her eyes, resisting to crack a small smile at your cheekiness.

“ do you. “

— hear me out with this one…the cuddle experience with shenhe is always an intimate and grounding experience. poor baby does not want to let you go but is very afraid that being so close to you could possibly harm you. shenhe loves you with all her heart and she would not know what to do if she ends up hurting you.

— so whenever you two cuddle, red binds are on. shenhe likes to be held in your arms because your presence soothes her woes and sets her mind at rest. she is not much of a talker but she does not mind having small talk with you at all.

her steady cool breath fans against your neck sends a chill down your spine. she shuts her eyes at the comforting sound of your heart beat and your palm tenderly massaging the area of her exposed hips. “ shenhe? “ the sliver-haired woman’s eyes flutters open, she shifts her body back so her beautiful sliver eyes can connect with yours. with a warm smile, you pressed a kiss against her brow. “ i love you—so much. “

her eyes widen in awe, warmth coursing through her body at your heartfelt words and gesture.

— please cuddle her, this girl needs it. I mean, traveling to nation to nation and dealing with things that has nothing to do with her is extremely tiring and frustrating. so nothing like a good cuddle session after dealing with a long of day of bs feels like a reward.

— cuddling outside?? yess indeed. as a traveler, this is definitely a must because it even feels weird to sleep inside her teapot than outside. but you know what’s funny? paimon will try and get in the mix too. her ass would want to join in the cuddle session for the fun of it. honestly, y’all just let her in so she could close her mouth.

“ hey! make room for paimon too! “ she whines, crossing her arms with a pout as she glares down at the two of you. lumine just sighs with annoyance while you burst into laughter. “ okay, okay paimon, c’mere. don’t snore this time please? “ you moved the blanket up so paimon could slip under them, now resting in between you two with a triumph grin on her face. “ no promises paimon promise! “

#rosaria x reader #rosaria genshin impact #shenhe x reader #shenhe genshin impact #lumine x reader #lumine genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact headcanons #genshin headcanons #genshin x reader #genshin impact

[gotnofucks]

The Second Coming

Pairing: dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader, Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: You were about to marry the love of your life. You were ready to be happy and determined to be a good wife. But then he returned. Your past came into your life to remind you that he would never let you go, and there is little you could do to stop him. (Royal AU. Princess!Reader and Princes’ Bucky and Peter)

Words: 4.2k

Warning: Non-con, smut, unwanted infidelity, possessiveness, breeding kink, claiming, heartbreak, Peter is obviously an adult (no drama please), 18 + ONLY.

A/N: This is my late entry for @sweeterthanthis​ Quote me on it challenge. Congratulations Lau, you are such a firecracker! I chose the prompt “Surprise bitch. I bet you’d thought you seen the last of me”. It’s not used as a dialogue but the story is based around it. The page divider is by the extremely talented @firefly-graphics​

The people were singing in the streets. You could hear the drums beating and their clapping all the way to the castle. As you peeked out the window to view your people sway and dance in jubilation, you suppressed a nervous laughter. You’d never thought people would come together to celebrate your wedding this way.

“Sit straight.” Your mother chided you, pulling you back into your chair where your maids and ladies gathered to rub oils and fragrance into every inch of your skin. They’d make sure you’d be glowing like an angel as you walked down the aisle tomorrow. You giggled along with their tender teasing, fluttering your lashes as someone whispered something about wedding nights.

Your mother smiled at you in the mirror, softly caressing your hair. The day she had waited to see since forever was finally here. Her daughter was getting married. Not just that, but she’ll also one day be a queen. You smiled back her, half in shared happiness and half in apology. You hadn’t made the last few years easy on her and your father, but finally things were moving in the right direction.

As your ladies and maids left, your mother sat by your side, holding your hand. She bit her lip before facing you, a twinkle in her eye.

“My love, you’re entering a new chapter in your life tomorrow. As your mother, I must prepare you for what comes after marriage.”

You held in a groan. It was so tempting to ask her to please stop, to not prolong what you were sure was going to be a very uncomfortable conversation about laying with a man. But you couldn’t tell her you already knew. You couldn’t tell her that you knew and had experienced the touch of a man, the feeling of him in a way you shouldn’t have.

“Tomorrow, once you leave these grounds, you’ll be a wife. And being a wife, you’ll have certain duties to your husband and his home. Those duties – well, how do I put it – your husband would expect you to –”

There was a knock right as the heat in your face was about to burst forth and you and your mother sprang apart as if caught doing something scandalous. Composing herself, she cleared her throat and allowed the person inside. You smiled.

“Peter” You greeted, your husband to be licking his lips nervously as he looked at your mother. He bowed his head to her before softly grinning at you.  

“Ah, you’re not supposed to be here tonight.” Your mother admonished with no bite in her words. Then she stifled a giggle by coughing and crossed the room to the door. “Don’t be long. You both have a busy day tomorrow.”

She shut the door behind her and Peter and you waited until you were sure she was out of earshot before meeting in the middle to embrace each other. Peter smelled of parchment, his fingers still stained with ink splatters that gave away his hours at the library. You didn’t mind as he smeared them over your knuckles while he held you.

“I missed you, my princess.” He breathed, kissing your forehead tenderly. You buried your head in his chest, smiling. This union was as unexpected as it came, but you weren’t complaining. Peter knew you and your past, and he loved you regardless. That is more than anything you could have asked for.

“Missed you too.” You said, pulling back to stare in his face. He was glowing in the candlelight, the spark of desire and love evident in his eyes. Just another day until he could claim you completely, until you could claim him completely.

Taking your hand, Peter led you to the window where the people were still rejoicing under the blanket of stars. He pressed his chest into your back, gently wrapping his arms around you.

“You’ll make a great Queen. The very best of them.” He said, nuzzling the back of your head. You leaned into him, titling your head to view him better.

“And you’ll make the best King this land has ever seen. It would be an honor to rule by your side.” You whispered.

He wasn’t supposed to be the king. He was just the King’s ward who had been made heir after the prince abandoned the throne and vanished. People were skeptical of him, an outsider, but it didn’t take long for them to recognize this kind, brave man for the amazing ruler he would be.

“I can’t wait for tomorrow night.” Peter murmured in your ear, his hold tightening around you. Trailing his nose down the curve of your neck, he kissed the juncture where your shoulder met your neck, making you gasp in pleasure. He had practiced restraint when it came to you, stealing a few kisses and hot touches but never breaching beyond that.

You turned in his arms and pulled him down, pressing a kiss that simmered with desire and want. You weren’t a shy maiden, and you’d make sure that Peter would never tire of your bed. He moaned appreciatively, cupping the back of your neck as his tongue snaked its way inside your mouth. He’d always been gentle, but you knew he could be firm and rough. The strength in his arms betrayed the passion you were sure lay in him.

Pushing you back into the wall, Peter pressed harder into you, his hands wandering down your back to rest just above your backside, his lips curving into a smile against yours. You trailed a hand over his shoulder and clutched hard at him, willing to let him take a few extra liberties. Hadn’t the both of you waited long enough?

As Peter’s hands coyly played with the buttons at the back of your dress, you let out a shuddering breath, curling and uncurling your hands in anticipation. His gaze met yours, alight with lust and you nodded before capturing his lips again, moaning into his mouth. He’d unbuttoned just one button when he suddenly pulled away, startled by the door opening. You both turned to the door in shock, the guilt on your faces turning into sour displeasure at the face that greeted you.

“Oh my, looks like someone needs a chaperone.” Bucky mocked, an annoying smirk on his face. You felt your heart stuttering in your chest, eyes widening. It had been a few years since you’d last seen him.

“James?” You softly said and Peter’s fingers wrapped around yours. Your eyes flicked to his face and saw a frown marring his brow, his eyes hard.

“Since when did you call me that Y/n?” Bucky asked titling his head, coming into your room and shutting the door. He spoke your name in a way that made the hair on your hand stand up and you couldn’t help but stepping into Peter’s body a little. Noticing your movement Bucky snorted before fixing Peter with a glare. “Look at you enjoying my leftovers. The crown and the girl.”

You had to restrain Peter as he suddenly made to pounce on Bucky, your heart in your throat.

“How dare you show up here again?” Peter spat at him, and you nervously eyed the door in fear someone would hear. “After what you did to her and what little regard you showed to the throne, you have no right to come back.”

Bucky chuckled in derision, his eyes lingering on your and Peter’s joined hands. He paced around your chamber, very much at ease despite Peter’s anger. Walking to your vanity, he played with your knickknacks.

“I am still the prince of the kingdom Peter.” He said without looking up. “Father may have made you the heir now, but I will always be his blood.”

Putting down your hairbrush he circled the room before coming to stop a few feet away from you, his arms behind him. The blue in his eyes burned like fire as they flickered between the two of you before a smug smile curved his lips.

“And her virtue would always belong to me too. You have only taken what I claimed a long time ago.”

Peter was out of your hold before you knew it, and he landed a solid punch on Bucky’s jaw before you managed to pull him away. Bucky grunted, his knuckled brushing over where his lip had burst, and he licked away the drops of blood with his tongue. To your surprise he breathed out a laugh, not making any move to attack Peter. He was too smart for that. To attack him would be treason.

“Always so impulsive.” Bucky said, rolling his shoulders. “What are you scared of? That father will decide I am to have the crown after all or that I know how to make your wife mewl before you do?”

Before Peter could jump into action again, you placed a hand on his chest and turned him to face you. His eyes that were brimming in fury softened as they met yours and he cupped your face before bringing his forehead to yours.

“Please, don’t.” You begged. “He’s not worth it.”

You looked into his gently brown eyes that slowly lost their hardness the longer they gazed at you. In that moment, Bucky was all but invisible. Calming down, Peter placed a kiss on your head before looking at Bucky with a firm expression.

“It’s too late for you to have anything. You lost everything when you decided to turn your back on what matters the most. Running your mouth will only have you running out of favors, brother. Now get out.”

Bucky grimaced at him before giving you a mocking bow. Raising an eyebrow, he looked straight at you as if remembering all those times you had bared yourself to sate his hunger.

“I never lost her, and your name wouldn’t deter me from having her if I want to. I wish you the very best for tomorrow.”

And then he left.

Your night was plagued with nightmares of your past. You didn’t want to relive your mistakes, especially not one that was Prince James Barnes. He has been the charming older Prince of your neighbouring kingdom, both of you crossing paths in several hunts and balls. It had been embarrassingly easy for him to seduce you into his bed, to whisper sweet lies in your ear while he rutted into your willing body.

In your naivete you had seen in him your future. His handsome face was one you woke up to and slept to. You’d thought it would only be a while until he asked you to marry him. After all, you were man and wife behind closed doors so he wouldn’t take long to make it official. But rather than the news of your engagement, you were met with the news of his departure.

The prince had snubbed the throne and taken to an adventure with his philandering lords. You had begged him to take you along, tears streaming down your face as you clutched his arm to prevent his going.

“Don’t be pathetic princess.” He said, scowling at you. “You are royalty, all this mess doesn’t become you.”

Wiping your face with a cloth, he cupped your jaw before leaning into your face, his eyes devoid of any feelings you had previously seen in them.

“I took you because I wanted to, just like I can anytime again. Take this as a life lesson. Unless you are cautious, people will use you as they see fit. Grow up princess. It should be easy for you to find another man to tie to and make his bed.”

He had left you sobbing and broken, your heart in pieces that had been painstakingly put together by Peter one piece at a time. But you moved on. The hurt he caused had almost had you swearing off marriage and love until Peter showed up. His love was unconditional and unjudgmental. It was offered freely and you, starved for affection, gobbled up all he gave you and more.

You woke up feeling shivery. Why had the man who haunted your past come back just as you were beginning your happily ever after?

The ring on your hand glittered brighter than the stars in the sky. You couldn’t believe it was finally over. Your husband nudged you gently before smiling at you, his brown curls bouncing as he kissed you openly and unashamedly, welcoming cheers from people around you.

“I can’t believe you’re finally mine.” Peter said, his eyes tender and misty.

“I have always been yours, husband.” You answered, shyly fluttering your lashes. Most women had recounted feeling bound by their husbands, of their rings feeling like a collar. But you could only feel free.

As your guests heartily enjoyed your wedding feast, your people showering you with blessings and gifts, your excitement rose. Peter’s hand was hot on your thigh under the table, and you could feel his impatience for the celebrations to end. You were glad when your mother came to take you away for you were sure Peter would have dragged you himself if he could.

“Time to prepare my sweet.” Your mother cooed in your ear. A thrill of fear and anticipation raced down your spine as they took you to Peter’s chamber. They removed your wedding gown and washed away the sweat from your body before dressing you in a soft shift that left little to the imagination. You modestly covered yourself in a robe and faced your mother who looked teary eyed.

“I am okay.” You assured her, and yourself. And you really were. This would be your first night with a man who truly loved you and you craved him. You wanted him here and you wanted him to make you his wife in every way possible.

“I should have told you more. What happens between a man and woman at night – pleasing your husband is the key to keep him from straying. Do you get that?”

You squeezed her hand and smiled. You were sure Peter would never betray you like that. Wiping her eyes on her sleeve, your mother kissed you tenderly before departing, asking you to wait for Peter to come. As you heard the doors to the receiving chambers shut, you paced in the bedchamber. The candles were dim and sputtering, the soft silk of your shift brushing your skin tantalizingly.

As you shot nervous looks to the door you removed your robe before climbing into bed, pulling the sheet over you. Tracing the design on the bed with your finger, you softly swayed your leg to an imaginary beat in your head, trying to stifle your nerves. It was a few minutes later that the door opened and you suddenly buried your face under the sheets, overcome with shyness. You breathed deeply as feet crossed the receiving chambers into the bedroom, shutting the door behind them. The bed dipped next to you and your eyes squeezed shut as a strong arm started to pull down the sheet, exposing your trembling form.

You were turned on your back, and you felt the warm body next to you curve over you until hot breath washed over your lips.

“Are you scared?”

Your eyes snapped open, meeting blue eyes instead of brown ones. As you gasped and planted your hands on his chest to push him away, he grinned, taking your wrists easily in one hand and placing them above your head, hovering over your body.

“James!” You protested, wiggling in his hold. “Let go!”

Your struggle seemed to please him and he maneuvered your body until he forced your legs apart, fitting his body between them. You screamed for help and he let you, chuckling until your throat felt hoarse.

“Silly girl, don’t you know there are no guards outside on the wedding night?” He asked, rubbing his nose playfully on yours. “The prince and princess are to be afforded the privacy of their wedding night. Nobody can hear you, so scream away. You know how much I like it when you scream.”

Tears rolled down your face and into your ears as he easily restrained you. Your tried moving your knees and torso to no avail and gave a pathetic grunt of defeat.

“Where is Peter? What have you done to him?” You sneered, fear settling in your chest. “I will have you hung for treason you bastard!”

“Oh ho such language Princess!” Bucky mocked, pressing his weight firmly into yours and you whined. “I’ve committed no treason. Your husband is well, if inebriated. What can I say, he imbibed a little too much with Lords Rogers and Wilson. You know how men can get when they celebrate. Don’t you worry, they’ll hurry him along to you the moment he is sober enough to walk.”

You shook your head in disbelief, helpless as you lay under him. Lord Rogers and Wilsons had never liked Peter. They had left the court with Bucky years ago until they returned with him. You begged that someone would find him, wherever he was.

“Let me go! What do you want?” You asked, sobbing. Bucky tutted before wiping the tears from your face.

“Haven’t I told you that these tears don’t become you?” He muses, licking away the salt from your cheeks. “You must always carry yourself with grace if you’re to be queen one day.”

You kicked under him and he squeezed your wrists in warning. Harshly squeezing your face, he got into your face and each word he spoke send spittle flying.

“Behave yourself.” He hissed. “I don’t want to hurt you, not like this. Learn to recognize your situation Princess. You’re at my mercy, so act like it.”

His grip hurt under you keened in pain and he let go. You sniffled before taking deep breathes to speak without stammering.

“James, please let me go.” You begged. “I’ll give you whatever you want. If you want to be back at the court, I’ll have Peter talk to your father. I am sure he’ll be happy to have you back.”

Bucky sorted with such bitterness it took you aback.

“What I want is for you to stop calling me James. I was always Bucky to you. You always said it so lovingly, remember?” His lips brushed yours before they traveled down your neck, ignoring your protests. “I never wanted this palace life Princess. I was born with a wild heart these walls couldn’t contain, and you were just one of my hunts. But I don’t think I’ll ever be done with you. I came back once I heard he’s taking you as his.”

You cried out as he grabbed the hem of your short shift and pulled it sharply. It was so thin it tore easily under his hands and left you vulnerable before him. It wasn’t the first time you’d been naked under him, but it sure was the first you’d been scared of him.

“I was always keeping watch on you. They said you refused to meet with any suitor, refused to ever marry.” He murmured, fiddling with his own clothes until they came off his body. “On the days when I was lonely, I would think of you. Of how you live your life in my memory. Those nights I would touch myself thinking of you, because I knew if there was one person who was always waiting for me it was you. And then news came that you were betrothed.”

His voice turned angry, his touch harsher on your body as his hands glided over your curves. You hit against his with all your strength, but he didn’t even seem to notice. His naked body was littered with scars and marks, roughed by his adventures.

“Not only had he taken my royal title but also the girl who loved me. So, I came back. I came back to you.”

You opened your mouth to speak but he swallowed all your words with a kiss. His kiss was punishing and hard, vindictive. As he pulled away to breath you slapped him, his face twisting to his side. You were crying tears of anger and frustration and fear, a terrible weight in your chest that threatened to drown you.

“You left me.” You said with all the venom you could muster in your heart. “You abandoned me after you had your fill of me. Don’t talk about love because you have none of it.”

Bucky let you slap him again but didn’t get off you. He struggled with you, planted kisses on your mouth and neck, on the soft of your breast until your cried out. His touch seared you. You didn’t want him, not now when your heart was someone else’s.

“I never loved you half as much as I love Peter.” You said, your voice barely audible as Bucky reached between your legs to the warmth that lay there. You were ashamed of your body’s reaction to him, of how it came alive at his touch. “You cannot have me again.”

“Yes, I can.” Bucky hissed, looking into your eyes as he entered you slowly. You whined in pain, your walls stretching to accommodate him. He was the only man you had ever been with, and it had been far too long. “You were always mine, you still are. His ring is just an ornament, and the vows merely words. I took your virtue Princess, now see me take your soul.”

He thrust inside you gently, making sure you felt every drag of his cock. His lips and hands bruised your body with his mark, tainting the sacred night of your union with his ugly touch. Unwillingly you moaned, you cried out under him and begged him to let you go.

You got slicker as he went faster, your nails digging into his skin as he rocked your body. His passion was impossible to deny, the look in his eyes as scary as it was seductive. Even through your revulsion you couldn’t escape the pleasure. He hitched your thighs up and folded them so he could hammer into you with abandon, his hair damp with sweat and eyes blown wide with lust.

Leaning down he captured your lips in a kiss, biting the bottom one until it bled in his mouth. You mewled pathetically, tears running down your face both from the intimacy that was forced and the thought of your missing husband. Bucky didn’t let your thoughts wander far though. He tweaked your nipples and suckled at them, laving your body with his tongue until you were sure your taste was imprinted on his tongue.

“My sweet sweet princess, my naïve little girl, you have no idea the lengths I would go to have you. You may be his wife but see who claimed you on your wedding night. See whose seed you’ll carry into your womb, see whose legacy you’ll take forward.”

With that, his fingers plucked at your bud despite your protests, forcefully bringing you to completion as your back arched and you trembled around him. His cock speared you open a few more times until he buried himself deep, twitching as he released inside you.

“No, no no no!” You bemoaned, trashing wildly under him. His lips peppered you with kisses and praises, your body still held tight and close to his.

“Yes! You can be his wife, you can be his queen, but you will always be my woman. I don’t care about titles and rituals. I care about your heart, and I will steal that from him. Even after having you, he will never own you Princess, because you have always only belonged to me.”

Peter came slurring long after Bucky had cleaned you up and left. He was stumbling, murmuring apologies as you caught him around the waist and struggled to carry him to the bed.

“I didn’t want to. They made me.” He kept saying, eyes half lidded. “I told them I wanna see my wife. They said I could after another glass.”

You cried silently as you removed his boots and clothes, your body overed in a thick gown to hide your marks. Peter grumbled, his hands seeking you out and he frowned when he saw your tears.

“I am sorry. I made you cry.” He apologized, looking close to tears himself. You shook your head at him, pushing him under the sheets, wincing slightly as he pulled you with him and settled behind you. “I am sorry wife. I promise I’ll be a good husband. You believe me, don’t you?”

He was warm and soft, gentle even as he was sloshed. You pressed a kiss on his knuckles before wiping your tears on the pillow.

“Of course, I forgive you.” You said, grimacing at the feeling of Bucky’s essence still sticking to the inside of your thighs.

“And you love me like I love you?”

“I love you Peter, more than you’ll ever know.”

With a lazy smile, Peter kissed your head and started to snore, but it took you a long long time to fall asleep.

#quotemeonit6kchallenge #dark!bucky barnes x reader #dark!bucky x reader #peter parker x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #peter x reader #dark!fic #royal au #the second coming

[lilxberry]

Cap Doesn’t Like Bullies - Steve Rogers

Synopsis;

Your daughter meets her biggest hero to which you’re completely oblivious to the fact during the entire encounter. Her confidence certainly didn’t waver like you had expected it would of a child meeting someone such as Captain America.

Bruh I’m in love with him. LOOK AT HIS FACE!

Warnings: FLUFF! Rude ass stranger. A lil bit o’ language. A sassy child.

Words: 3,305

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader (female reader) (single mom!reader)

(A/N: I named the daughter Kira but you can happily change it. It’s just a name I can easily associate with a child for some reason lmao.)

(A/N 2: I fixed as many mistakes I could find and hopefully, it’ll be more bearable to read lmao.)

Chapter 2 >

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“Mommy,” Kira, your little girl whined.

“Yes baby?” You swung your conjoined hands widely causing her to giggle which in turn, made you smile.

“Can we go to the park today?” Her Captain America backpack bounced on her shoulders with each step. The mostly blue bag clashed yet also complimented the very pink, puffy coat that she wore.

You looked down at her with a raised eyebrow as you watched her for a reaction. “Really? In this weather?”

Kira threw her head back and groaned before exasperatingly replying as if it were the most obvious thing she could have ever spoken. “YES! If we’re at the park, I’ll want to run around and running around will keep me warm. It’s always cold at home but you won’t let me run around.”

A smart little drama queen.

You desperately tried to hide your amusement because you know if she senses that you hadn’t taken her seriously, even more dramatics would be added. “That’s because we can’t run around inside. We might-“

“We might break something. I KNOW! Ugh…” Her feet drag slightly as she walks. She huffs and lowers her head, watching her feet as you move along the sidewalk. You smirk ever so slightly as you watch the top of her head which adorned a woolly hat in an attempt to keep her warm in the season of winter.

“We can go to the park-“ She perked up instantly with a gasp, looking up at you with wide, hopeful eyes. “ONLY, and only, if we can get burgers, too.”

She pauses her steps and looks up at you with a stern, serious expression as she thrusts her hand forward, prompting you to take a hold of it. “You’ve got yourself a deal!” Kira shook your hand firmly and rapidly before she began to pull you along in the direction of the park that was honestly too cold to be sat in.

You huffed a chuckle as you allowed your 6 year old to pull you along the pavements and closer to the large open space of the park.

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The inside of the small Brooklyn burger joint was certainly warmer than the harsh weather that lashed at your face and every inch of exposed skin at the park. Your daughters face matched her coat in colour by the time you reached the building.

Waiting in line, your daughter wormed her hands out of the sparkly knitted gloves, stuffing them in her coat pocket before tearing her hat off of her head and stuffing that in the other available pocket. You chuckled as she tried to brush the mess of locks down with her hands and the cheesy grin she flashed you only made your laugh more.

The missing baby tooth at the forefront of her mouth adding a funny effect to the adorable face you had the tendency to squish between your hands tenderly.

The person in front of the two of you had just finished ordering and just as you were about to step forward with your daughter at your side, someone had rudely pushed in front of you, effectively cutting you off.

You scoffed at the sheer audacity this man had in believing he could cut the line, but it was your daughter who spoke up. Sometimes you cursed yourself for teaching her to stand up for herself in situations as these. You forget your daughter has a vote of confidence like no other and will speak her mind, even if the person is nearly 4 times her height.

Of course, these lessons were meant for her to deal with people her size and age, fellow students who bully her or others, seeing as she’s only 6, not for grown ass adult males.

“Cutting is rude. You should wait in line like everybody else mister.” You heard the pissed tone she spoke with and couldn’t decide whether to find it adorable, humorous, or concerning.

You heard the man scoff and honestly, your blood began to boil. He turned towards the two of you and looked you up and down as if scrutinising you before peering down at your daughter with disinterest.

“I’m ordering for one, you’re ordering for two. I haven’t got time to wait for mama bear to order with her equally scruffy little cub.” He rolled his eyes and looked towards the employee who honestly, looked just about as pissed as you did.

You clenched your fist and took a deep breath in the hopes of calming down. Honestly, it hadn’t worked well. “If you’d asked nicely, we would have happily let you order before us. There isn’t any need to be rude, especially to my kid.”

He heaved a deep sigh before turning to look at the two of you once more. He opened his mouth to no doubt retort back with yet another rude remark but someone elses’ voice swiftly cut him off. “I believe you should listen to the young lady and wait your turn like everybody else.”

The stranger, mighty handsome stranger you might add, with beautiful blue eyes and blonde hair smiled down at your daughter and sent her a discreet wink. She beamed up at the tall stranger as he turned to look towards the man who had rudely cut you off in line, his features hardening.

“You should apologise and move yourself to the back of the line. What you’ve said was unacceptable and certainly no way to speak to a woman and her child.” He folded his arms over his chest, his muscles, even though hidden behind the material of his long sleeves, bulged with incredible size.

The man that had cut the line looked up at your saviour and gulped but relatively kept his features schooled. “No chance. I only said what’s true. Why should I be punished because of that?”

The stranger chuckled humourlessly as he stepped forward, the incredibly rude man taking a step back out of fear. “Whether what you said was true or false, which was absolutely false, doesn’t matter. You disrespected another in not only speaking to them as if they’re below you, but by simply cutting in line in the first place.”

“Yeah. You’re just a bully. Bullies are rude and always cut in line,” your daughter chirped with pride. The stranger smiled down at your daughter and nodded his head.

“That’s right, sweetie.”

The man scoffed before turning towards the employee stood behind the counter. “Are you really going to let him speak to a paying customer like that?” he asked incredulously.

The employee had a smirk cross her lips and she popped her hip out before folding her arms in front of her. “You haven’t paid for anything. Now, please leave before I get my manager to call the cops to have you removed.”

The man huffed indignantly before grumbling and stomping pass the handsome stranger, shoulder checking him on the way. The stranger rolled his eyes before catching a hold of the mans’ arm and pulling him back slightly. “You still haven’t apologised.”

“Sorry.” His tone was fake and nothing but sarcastic but nonetheless, the stranger released him, probably knowing that was the best apology they should expect from him.

The small interior of the place slowly bustled back to its quiet chatter of the few customers inside. The stranger smiled down towards the two of you and you couldn’t help but be enraptured with how perfect his smile was.

“Are you ladies alright?”

Your daughter rapidly nodded her head, grinning widely once more. “Sure are mister. Thank you!”

You cleared your throat, shaking yourself out of your reverie and smiling up at him. ‘Stop gawking at him, idiot!’

“Uh, yes. Thank you.”

His smile seemed to widen, and he looked quite bashful and oh god, your stomach did flips when looking at him. “It’s nothing, ma’am. I don’t tolerate bullies, I suppose.”

Kira gasped and her eyes lit up. “Like Captain America! The Cap doesn’t like bullies, either!”

The stranger chuckled and lowered himself to your daughters’ height. “Yep, like Captain America.” Honestly, he seemed almost pleased at the connection, but you couldn’t place why. Although, if you were say compared to someone like Black Widow, you certainly would feel chuffed yourself, so you couldn’t blame him.

You failed to realise you were staring at the stranger, again, until you felt a small tug on your arm. You snapped yourself out of small daydream to look down at your daughter. “Ask him if he wants to join us,” she whispered although by the huff of laughter that he tried, and failed, to supress, he clearly heard.

“Uh, yeah. Would you like to join us…?” You trailed off, hoping the stranger would give you his name. He seemed to pick up on his lack of introduction as he stood to his full height, once again towering over you.

He held his hand out before him for you to take, which you did. “Steve.”

“Well, would you like to join us, Steve? We’d like to thank you for standing up to that rude man and pay for your meal if you haven’t eaten yet.”

“Well, that’s a really nice offer…” Now it was his turn to trail off.

“Y/N!” your daughter exclaimed loudly. “And I’m Kira!”

He chuckled. “Y/N. And Kira. But I was actually going to offer to pay for your meals.”

“Oh, no. That’s oka-“

“Thank you, Steve!”

You looked down at your daughter with wide eyes as she cut you off and accepted the strangers’ offer. Steve chuckled and glanced down at Kira. “Very well. Should we order then?”

Kira grasped your hand in her smaller one and pulled you to the front of the counter, beckoning Steve to follow. You couldn’t help but shake your head, feeling only ever so slightly embarrassed by your daughters’ antics.

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You daughter was enthralled with whatever came out of Steves’ mouth; completely enraptured with the stories he told. Though, you couldn’t really blame her.

Kira wasn’t one to shy away from conversation, but it had honestly shocked you how versed she became in conversation with the man the two of you had only met 45 minutes prior.

Yes. 45 minutes.

It seemed none of you really wanted to part ways; all enjoying yourselves with flowing conversation and shared smiles.

“So,” Steve started, his arms resting on top of the table that sat between him and you and Kira. “You mentioned Captain America earlier, and you have him on your backpack. Do you like him?”

“Yeah! He’s my favourite hero!” Gosh did she get excited over the topic of heroes.

He chuckled. “And why’s that?”

You rolled your eyes knowing what was coming yet couldn’t stop the fond smile growing on your face. “Well, he’s super cool. He’s brave, kind, strong and he doesn’t like bullies. I don’t like bullies either.” Then, a devilish smile broke out on her small, rounded face. “Mommy likes him too. She thinks he’s pretty. AND SHE HASN’T EVEN SEEN HIS FACE PROPERLY! She’s seen his butt though, looks at it a lot.”

Your eyes widened and the smile was promptly wiped from your face whilst Steve seemingly choked on his spit and laughed nervously. “I think she’s in love with him,” Kira whispered, further embarrassing you.

“OKAY! That’s enough, ha…”

Steve smiled, albeit sheepishly, towards the two of you. “Well, I believe Captain America would think your moms’ pretty, too.”

Kira shrug, shovelling a cold, left over fry from the basket into her mouth. “I know.”

You groaned softly and hid your face behind your hand, slumping in your seat. Your whole face felt hot. Trying to calm your racing heart, you peered at Kira. “Why don’t you tell him about your birthday sweetie?”

“OH YEAH! Mommies taking me to the Captain America display!” Kira bounced in her seat and if her eyes hadn’t already twinkled with excitement, they certainly did now after she’s formulated a plan quickly in her mind. “You should definitely come, mister.”

You and Steve both spluttered at her invitation.

“Oh honey, I don’t think Steve would-“

“W-well, it’s not up to me-“

Kira groaned and rolled her eyes overdramatically before looking at Steve. “Yep. It’s up to me.” She then turned towards you. “And, we can just ask Steve if he would like to.” To which she faced Steve once more, looking at him intently. “Would you like to come too?”

Steve looked extremely apprehensive to answer and looked towards you in the hopes of getting some guidance in what to say. If he were being honest, this past hour he’d felt nothing but calm and happy, forgetting his worries and has actually taken a break from all the responsibilities he’s been handed.

He very much liked both yourself and Kira, feeling content in both of your presences’ and would very much like if he continued to get to know both yourself and Kira more. He just certainly didn’t want to overstep.

He internally cheered for himself when you nodded your head discreetly. Your face told him that the young girl who looked extremely hopeful would certainly not cease until she succeeded in getting what she wanted in this moment.

“Uh…” He turned his gaze towards Kira once more gave her a small smile. “I would love to go to the Captain America display for your birthday.”

Kira cheered loudly and you shook your head with an adoring smile directed to the young girl sat beside you. “Great! You should give your number to my mommy so we can plan it properly.” She sipped on her half-drunken refill of milkshake after speaking so nonchalantly.

Both Steve and yourself felt and looked dumbfounded. Had she really just said that?

Steve chuckled before his eyes darted down towards your phone which was sat face down atop the table. “May I?”

“Oh, uh, yep.” You fumbled with picking your phone up, unlocking it and opening up a new contact before handing your phone over to Steve, face burning and a shy smile adorning your features. Your hands brushed against one another as he carefully took the phone from your hold and typed in his full name and phone number.

He was just about to hand it back to you when Kira swiftly took it and looked at the screen. She shook her head before looking up at Steve. “You gotta add a picture, silly.” She raised the phone after tapping the picture icon atop the contact, pointing it straight at Steve.

The poor man panicked and smiled quite awkwardly as your daughter snapped the photo. You slapped a hand over your mouth to try desperately hide your laugh, which hadn’t really been that successful.

Kira observed the picture on the screen before nodding; she clearly found the picture acceptable for use. Steve couldn’t help but also find it quite amusing and chuckled himself. Your daughter swiftly handed you your phone back but once in your hand, you had spotted the time and your eyes slightly widened.

“Oh wow, is it really that late?” you questioned yourself but prompted Steve to check the time himself by looking down at his watch. You looked up towards him with an apologetic smile and shrugged your shoulders. “Sorry, we really should get going. Kira has school in the morning.”

Steve shook his head and smiled, unbothered by your information. “No, no, it’s perfectly fine. I completely understand.”

“Thank you, and sorry again.” You looked sheepish as you stood and put your own jacket back on before beckoning Kira to stand herself. She pouted but did as she was told, allowing you to help her with her coat, to which she then put her hat back on top her head and gloves back on her small hands.

Steve stood and cleared his throat as he stood awkwardly, not knowing what to do. You looked up away from Kira and sent him the most beautiful smile he had ever seen upon someone’s face and miraculously, he felt a lot let nervous.

“Thank you for the wonderful company and the meal,” you spoke with such sincerity that made his heart thump louder and harder than any life threating mission ever could.

“And for standing up to that bully for us,” Kira added.

You huffed laugh. “Yes, and that.”

“It’s my pleasure.” He nodded his head.

Kira stepped forward which prompted Steve to lower himself to her height just as he had done so earlier. “It was nice meeting you.”

“It was nice meeting you too, ma’am.”

She beamed up at him before sticking her hand out and her expression was nothing but serious, one which Steve copied as he took her hand and shook it. “My mommy will text you later about my birthday.” She withdrew her hand before her big, bright smile reappeared. She grasped your hand in hers and waved as she began to pull you out of the burger joint.

“Bye Captain America!”

Your eyes bulged out of their sockets comically and you did nothing but splutter, opening and closing your mouth in the hopes that some words would pass out of you as your daughter pulled you out through the doors and in the direction of your small Brooklyn apartment.

Steve froze and watched wide eyed as you both left through the door, the bell atop jingling when it closed behind you. “Huh. Smart kid.” He shook his head before laughing and standing, collecting his jacket and leaving a tip on the table before slowly exiting the building himself, walking towards his bike ready to head back to the tower, completely dazed and the image of you ingrained into his mind.

Meanwhile, you finally snapped out of your shocked and flustered state halfway down the sidewalk. “YOU KNEW THAT WAS CAPTAIN AMERICA?!”

“Yep,” your daughter replied, popping the ‘P’ and acting completely nonchalant about the whole ordeal.

“AND YOU TOLD HIM I LIKE HIS BUTT?!”

“Yep.”

You narrowed your eyes at the small figure of your daughter. “You little monster.” You swept her up into your arms and began to blow raspberries against her chubby little cheek, causing her to burst into a fit of giggles and loud laughter.

You couldn’t help but laugh along with her and then Steves’ earlier comment came to the forefront of your mind. ‘Captain America thinks I’m pretty! HOLY SHIT!’

You’d dwell on that later though.

“MY MOMMY LIKES CAPTAIN AMERICAS’ BUTT!” Kira shouted as she continued to gasp out giggles and you couldn’t help but laugh and indulge in her silly behaviour.

“I LIKE CAPTAIN AMERICAS’ BUTT!”

Kira roared in laughter once more along with you, and you both continued to find an abundance of humour in the situation the entire walk home.

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“Hey punk,” Bucky spoke as he entered the main, spacious shared living room and spotted Steve sat on the couch, staring at his phone and smiling widely as his eyes scan over the words you had texted him.

“What’s got you grinning like that?” Bucky playfully quipped, a small smirk across his lips.

“Uh, nothing.” It could have been convincing if Steve had looked away from his phone and his already large smile didn’t widen further.

“Sure. Nothing.” Bucky shakes his head and sits beside his friend. “She pretty?”

Usually, Steve would question what made his friend think it was a woman, but he was so dazed and giddy, he couldn’t find it in him to deny it. “She’s so beautiful Buck.”

“Gotta date?”

“Not yet.”

Bucky chuckled and slapped his friends’ shoulder in good nature as he shook his head. “Well, good luck, punk. I hope you get that date.” Bucky stood and huffed a laugh at Steve still grinning at his phone as he left to head towards the kitchen, missing Steves’ mumbled response.

“Me too.”

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Gosh dang do I love this man

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Rafe Cameron - hurt

"Rafe?" Her question was uncertain, quivering lips doing nothing to hide her anxiety-ridden thoughts. She had nothing to be afraid of if it was the boy she thought it was. But if it wasn't, someone was currently breaking into her bedroom through her window, and she'd have no way to defend herself.

"Yeah." His voice threaded through the darkness of her room. She'd let out a relieved breath at the familiarity of it, but she had no reason to be relieved. If anything, the very sound of his voice, nothing but a strained whisper, should make her worry. The clicking noise of her bedroom window shutting making her so very aware of his presence in her room. Once again.

His footsteps surfaced, then, and it only took a couple before he was at her side. She could barely make out his form, the outline of muscular thighs replaced by broad shoulders as he crouched down next to her bed. For a second she thought she saw his hand reach out to her, and thoughts of him tenderly stroking her face with his large hands, perhaps tracing a calloused finger over her lips, which she would part to huff out a shaky breath she'd be holding way too long, surfaced in her mind.

Instead he reached for her bedside lamp. The light made her eyes squeeze shut for a second, and she knew he must be surpressing a laugh at how ridiculously pathetic she looked as she did. Her messy hair sprawled out across her pillow and the shirt he'd left here last time engulfing her body as it functioned as her pyjama top no doubt adding to that image.

For a moment she thought her worry over him had been for nothing. That he was finally here because he wanted to be, and not because he had to. But when her eyes adjusted to the light she realised she'd been wrong to think that way, and she quickly sat upright.

"Jesus, Rafe." Her eyes raked over his face, examining the bruise forming underneath his eye that blossomed far out to the side of his face, the dried blood underneath his nose that had dripped onto his lips. It must leave a metallic taste on his mouth that she wouldn't mind taking away at all. She'd stare at the droplets a little while longer if she wasn't so aware of his gaze being directly on her. So she looked into his eyes, concern written all over her face.

"It's nothing, Y/N."

"What even-"

His large hand coming up into the air as he angled his head signalled for her to not ask that question. What even happened? It was a simple question, one that he no doubt knew the answer to. But he didn't allow her to know it too. The second to last time he'd come to her, she'd learned later that he'd fought with JJ. He looked worse than Rafe did, admittedly because she'd iced his cheek to prevent any swelling. But she couldn't help but wonder if he had felt worse about it. Hurting her friends.

"Am I gonna have to lie to my friends again?" She questioned then.

"Y/N." It was pleading, tired, desperate, annoyed. Her question had crossed a line. If he talked to her more, perhaps told her more about himself so she could piece together what he was all about, she'd know he wasn't mad at her question. Simply afraid that whatever judgement she had towards him would stop her from taking care of him. From caring about him.

So he answered. "No." It was firm, and his voice was hoarse. But it was honest. "This was Topper." A dry laugh emanated from his lips, his gaze at her so serious it would be unbearable had they been in any other predicament then they were now. She was confused, sure, but she'd asked enough questions for the day, so she kept her mouth shut as she nodded her head towards her ensuite.

It was routine now. He'd lean against the sink, entrapping her between his legs as she worked on the cuts and bruises. Hisses leaving his lips involuntarily anytime she applied a little too much pressure. Softer touches would follow, as would her muttered 'sorry' and shushes as she took care of him. She'd try time and time again to find any sign of pain in his eyes, but he always had them closed. It wasn't pain, though. No. It was pure bliss at her tender care, at finally having someone there for him. It was also because he knew her well enough that with one look into his eyes, she would unravel him like a ball of yarn; all his worries and twisted thoughts and pain would be displayed to her. Most importantly, she'd see the love he held for her. And he was sure he wouldn't find the same in her eyes.

"All done." She whispered after a while, taking a step back from him. His sign to open his eyes again. "You gonna be okay?"

He nodded, swallowed thickly before smiling a wry smile. She was talking about more than just his injuries- and he knew that. But he couldn't bring himself to open up to her. Not yet, anyway.

"At least tell me Topper looked worse." She tried to lighten the mood. Sensing his discomfort, wanting to push further but dancing around it nonetheless.

"Nah. He kicked my ass." He chuckled. Swiped a hand across his lips to hide his smile, a habit that she'd picked up on way back when he came here the first time.

"Get him next time, then."

"Are you condoning violence now, Y/N?" He tsked at her.

"I would never do such thing." But the smile on her face betrayed the fact that she was, even though she was merely teasing him.

"Hm. Sure. Not as innocent as you look, are ya?" He pushed himself off the sink, taking a step closer to her.

"You're not as good of a fighter as you'd think, either." She crossed her arms across her chest.

He had to look away, then. It gave her the opportunity to momentarily stare at his lips again, only to realise that he was biting them at her remark. She had to look away a lot quicker than she'd wanted, sucking in a breath as she did. He would no doubt be surprised at the blush that adorned her cheeks as he looked back at her.

"You're really not afraid of me, are you?" It was an earnest question stemming from her challenging remark, and as he looked at her flushed cheeks, her doe-like eyes staring up at his figure, he realised he didn't have to ask it in the first place.

The shaking of her head only confirmed his thought.

He didn't know why he responded the way he did. He could've taken another step closer, engulfed her figure in a tight hug, kissed the top of her head. Thanked her for what she did for him. Really thanked her. But instead he felt bitterness. Tasted it, too, combined with the metallic taste of blood that suddenly resurfaced. His brows furrowed, and he just knew she noticed the tears that formed in his eyes but never once spilled. The anger in his eyes made her drop her arms to her side. His whole body felt stiff all of a sudden, his shoulders tensing as he balled his fists. Her expression changed as he did, her lips tightly shut together at his abrupt change in attitude. He scoffed, took an uncertain step backwards before turning his back to her. He had all intention of leaving without another word. But he doubted himself. Like he did all the fucking time. His hands were brought up to his hair, fingers raking through his locks before tugging on them in frustration.

He only turned his head halfway as he couldn't resist the urge to look at her. His jawline sharp as his jaw clamped shut, the dim bathroom light overhead made the contour all the more prominent, as it did to the bruise contrasting his pale skin. He knew with the way he was staring at her, he looked intimidating. He'd seen plenty of people sink into their own when they'd see him like this. The thought made his eyes roll back. She had dropped her shoulders, her eyes wide as she kept her gaze on him. Not in fear, but in disappointment. She, too, had hoped their little teasing had lasted longer. God, why was he like this.

"You should be." The bitterness seeped through, bordering on the line between a sneer and a threat.

And he left her there. Climbed out the window just as he'd come in. Sure, he'd come back as soon as he got beat up again. They'd never even mention this night. But it would play on his mind like a record player that had gotten stuck.

Truth is, he was scared. Not because he thought she was going to hurt him like everyone else did.

But because he knew she wouldn't.

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All Men Have Limits - II

Character: Dick Grayson x Reader x Bruce Wayne

Summary: A certain bat believes that Y/N is in way over her head, that she’s too naive to act in her best interest. So, whether she wants it or not, the vigilante family is going to help and protect her before she gets herself killed.

Word Count: 4,300+

Previously on...

When Y/N arrived at the master bedroom, she was surprised to find the door slightly ajar. She knocked always and found Bruce turning to face her, shirtless and only in his boxer briefs.

Bruce seemed subtly surprised to find Y/N standing in his doorway and not Alfred. But he didn’t seem to be embarrassed by the state Y/N found him in. 

Along with the first aid kit, Y/N had grabbed two ice packs from the freezer.

“I’m fine,” Bruce told her before she could even offer to help him.

“You can either deal with me or you can deal with Alfred,” she threatened. 

“Your choice,” she added when she saw how serious he took her warning.

Bruce’s heavy sigh was the only answer she’d get.

“Come on,” Y/N nudged her head toward his en-suite bathroom that was probably twice the size of most people’s studio apartments.

She pointed to one of the steps that led up to the giant bathtub, silently instructing him to sit.

“Put these on your ribs,” Y/N instructed as she handed him the ice packs.

To her surprise, Bruce did as she asked.

“I don’t need stitches,” he mumbled as he watched her open the first aid kit.

“I know,” she answered. “Which is lucky for you, because I have no idea how to stitch people up.” 

She dabbed some cotton in hydrogen peroxide. “But…you still need to clean those cuts or they’ll take longer to heal and probably scar.”

Once again, Y/N was surprised to see that Bruce did as she said. He didn’t complain or refuse her assistance – just sat there silently. The man didn’t even flinch and Y/N knew she was causing his injuries to sting.

“What happened tonight that has you so upset?” Y/N finally asked after silently caring for him for a few minutes.

“What makes you think I’m upset?”

She sighed softly. “I’ll be the first to admit that you’re nearly impossible to read. But clearly something happened that caused you to storm out of the cave like you did.”

Bruce didn’t respond.

“Was it them?” Y/N asked carefully. “The Court?"

For a moment, she thought he’d ignore that question too.

“They know I’m protecting you. Well…they know that Batman is protecting you.”

Y/N shrugged. “We knew they were gonna figure it out eventually.”

Bruce remained silent.

“Did they send the Talons after you?”

From his expression, Y/N knew she was right.

The Talons were a group of lethal assassins that did all of the dirty work for The Court of Owls. They were highly trained, almost entirely undetectable, and a force to be reckoned with. Probably only second to the League of Assassins when it came to deadliness.

“That’s why Jason was with you,” Y/N pointed out. “You needed backup.”

“We had it under control,” was all Bruce said.

“I know you were already going after The Court,” Y/N told him gently. “And you need my help.” She hesitated and took in a shaky breath, “But thank you for looking out for me.”

“What was your plan?” Bruce asked.

“What do you mean?”

“When I came to you and told you that you’d been made, you said that you knew. What was your plan?”

“Run. And keep running. You and I both know I’m hopeless when it comes to an actual fight.” She shrugged. “My plan was to keep working on exposing them and stay alive long enough to see it through.”

Y/N waited for some sort of lecture, for Bruce to tell her that it was a stupid plan and she had been sloppy. She waited to feel patronized and belittled.

But Bruce just stared at her.

“What?” She challenged.

“I wish you would prioritize your life a bit more.”

She moved back a little from cleaning his cuts and snorted. “What? Like you?” 

Then she shook her head and went back to cleaning his cuts. “You’re so not the person to be lecturing about self-preservation, Bruce.”

Then Bruce surprised them both.

He grabbed Y/N by the back of her neck and brought her down to him before his lips collided with hers.

She dropped all the medical supplies in her hand from the shock of it all. But then she was cupping his face and kissing him back.

Next thing she knew, Bruce had steered her body so she was straddling his lap.

It had been so long since that night that Y/N had almost forgotten what his lips felt like. Or how his hands touched her so tenderly, but his intent was always clear and effortlessly confident.

But then Y/N’s leg accidentally collided with one of Bruce’s bruised ribs.

It didn’t deter him. He had every intention of ignoring it.

But Y/N felt his body tense in pain and she swore she felt the vibrations of the quietest pained moan from him. 

She could’ve imagined it, but she wasn’t going to continue knowing that she had the ability to accidentally hurt him.  

But it was also her saving grace. Because Y/N shouldn’t be doing this. 

Y/N reluctantly pulled away from the kiss. Bruce allowed the movement, but his grip on her waist and neck didn’t ease in the slightest.

“You should rest,” she whispered to him.

Then she shoved herself away from him and awkwardly stepped backwards as if she was desperately trying to put space between them.

“Umm…make sure you keep that ice on your ribs,” she told him awkwardly, half turned away from him.

Bruce opened his mouth to stop her, but no words came out. 

The next second, she bolted out of the bathroom and then his master suite.

Her mind was racing with so many thoughts that Y/N didn’t notice Dick catching her race into her own bedroom.

Dick looked between Y/N’s closed door and the direction of Bruce’s room, putting it all together. 

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After the close call with the Talons, Bruce had all hands on deck. Even Jason – who usually did his own thing and had separated himself from family matters – had been brought into the fold. Which meant he was spending way more time around the manor.

Y/N knew things were getting serious.

Bruce wasn’t exactly keeping her in the dark. But he also wasn’t being forthcoming with information.

Y/N didn’t know if he was trying to shield her in some way…or if he was just doing business as usual and taking control, not allowing anyone in until he thought it was absolutely necessary.

Either way, through the chaos of it all, Y/N realized Dick hadn’t acted as her shadow in almost a week.

It wasn’t until Jason decided to bother Y/N that she realized what had changed.

Jason leaned backwards against the console Y/N was working on so she was forced to face him. He crossed his arms with a smirk and looked down at her.

“So, you and B, huh?”

“Get off my equipment,” she warned him darkly without even glancing at him.

But inside, she was internally freaking out. 

Y/N made a point to keep as many facts about her life a secret. And her sex life? That was top priority when it came to her privacy. This was worst case scenario.

But also, how the hell did he figure that out?

Jason shrugged, but did as she asked and took a step away from the console. “He didn’t say anything, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

Y/N finally looked up him. “Please tell me what I have to do to get you to leave me the fuck alone.”

Jason smiled and whistled. “I think I like you.”

“The feeling’s not mutual,” she mumbled as she began typing again.

“Jason, leave her alone.”

Y/N turned to see Dick walking into the cave.

Jason held up his hands in surrender and gave his brother an innocent face. “I was just trying to be polite to our guest, Richard.”

“I’m sure you were,” Dick side eyed him.

Jason then turned to Y/N and put on his Red Hood helmet. “I look forward to having more of these titillating conversations, Y/N.” Then he turned to Dick. “I’m heading out on patrol.”

He mounted his motorcycle and raced out of the cave, leaving Dick and Y/N alone for the first time in awhile.

“No patrol for you tonight?” Y/N asked him slowly.

“They’ve got it covered.”

She just nodded and didn’t ask any further questions.

All at once, they were submerged into strange silence. The air was racing with thoughts, yet the tension seemed to simultaneously make it thick, as well.

Y/N sighed. She might as well get this over with. 

“I know you want to ask, so just ask,” Y/N mumbled as her fingers raced across the keyboard and her eyes never left the screens.

“Doesn’t the whole…” Dick really didn’t know how to put it delicately.

Y/N sighed, clearly annoyed with his fumbling. She turned around in her chair to face him. “Does his age bother me? Is that what you’re struggling to ask?”

Dick shifted his weight awkwardly, “I guess so. Yeah.”

She raised her brow. “Haven’t you dated a literal alien before?”

“That’s not the same thing,” he defended with a glare.  

“Oh, so as long as the alien is the same age as you, it’s fine?”

Dick really didn’t have an answer for that.

“It’s just that…aren’t you a little young for him?” Somehow he managed to leave out the rudeness in the question. That must be the Wayne charm.

“Isn’t 9 a little young to put on a costume and fight crime?”

Dick sighed, “Touché.”

“I am one of the most successful hackers in the world. He’s a vigilante who dresses up as a bat. What about us screams normal and conventional to you, Dick?”

He knew she had a point.

“Plus, we aren’t in a relationship. It was a one-time thing. Nothing more. It happened a long time ago.”

However, she conveniently left out the heated kiss they shared last night.

“You sure about that?” Dick challenged.

Y/N just eyed him.

“Because the only women he’s had one-time things with are the one’s he’s used or paid to keep the image.” He took a step closer. “And they definitely didn’t know who he really was.”

Y/N tried not to let it show that his words caught her off guard.

This exactly what Y/N didn’t want.

She didn’t want anyone putting ideas in her head that she actually meant something to Bruce Wayne. Because she might make the mistake of believing it.

It happened once. They slept together once. One time. 

Had there been a indescribable intensity between them since then? Yes. But Y/N didn’t like to acknowledge or think about that.

“Can we please stop talking about this?” She asked.

Dick blinked and shook his head. “Sorry,” he blurted out. “I didn’t mean to…make you uncomfortable.”

Y/N put her face in her hands and groaned.

Then she shot to her feet and faced Dick. If he wasn’t a vigilante who could break the average man in one swift move, he would be intimidated by the energy radiating off of her.

“Hmm…I wonder why this conversation could ever make me feel uncomfortable, Dick,” her sarcasm was almost too natural.

Then her face dropped.

 When her body language screamed that she was embarrassed, that’s when Dick felt like a piece of shit.

“Look, we’re not…” She didn’t even know how to explain this. “We’re nothing. OK?”

Dick nodded slowly, “OK.”

And he believed her. Because she believed it. Whether that was the truth though, that was an entirely different story.

“We met years ago because I threatened to expose his identity to the world.”

Dick blinked. “I’m sorry, what?”

Y/N at least had the shame to look guilty about it.

“You threatened him? You threatened Bruce Wayne? The man who dresses up as a bat and scares the shit out of the criminals of Gotham?”

“I didn’t plan on actually doing it!” Y/N tried to defend. “I needed to get his attention. And guess what, it worked.”

She pinched the bridge of her nose as she thought back in time. “I discovered a sex trafficking ring. I had all the information, everything to take it down. I just needed a little…muscle.”

“And you thought Batman could be that muscle,” Dick finished for her.

She nodded.

Then Dick looked at the all the equipment. Her story reminded him what she was fully capable of and why she was here in the first place. “How did you learn to do all of this?”

It was obvious that he was trying to change the subject and give her an out. But she let him still.

Y/N shrugged.

“Is this the part where you tell me about all your degrees from various Ivy League universities?” Dick teased.

“I didn’t go to college,” she told him evenly.

“You di–How is that even possible?”

“I don’t agree with institutionalized higher education.”

Dick rolled his eyes.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me,” she warned him. “You didn’t go to college either.”

Dick scoffed and crossed his arms. “Of course that’s old information to you. Is there anything that you don’t know about me?”

She smirked at his obvious frustration. “I don’t know your favorite color.”

Though she had been teasing him before, her confession was genuine. And her soft tone didn’t go amiss with Dick.

For a moment, Y/N didn’t think he was going to tell her. 

“It’s red,” he told her softly.

“Hmm,” she was surprised. “I always assumed it was blue…because of the uniform and all.”

“Red was always the color of my family’s costumes.” He knew the answer was rather vague.

Y/N’s face turned sympathetic, “The Flying Graysons?”

Dick nodded.

Maybe it wasn’t so bad that she seemed to know everything about him.

“Red’s a good choice,” Y/N added with a sad smile.

But he realized what she was actually saying was her condolences. Somehow it was better than the forced and awkward “I’m so sorry” he constantly got.

Dick grabbed a chair and sat down to face her with such purpose.

“What else do you want to know?”

Y/N allowed herself to smile at the question. 

“Everything.”

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Y/N got addicted to Dick’s openness.

Once Dick Grayson decided to trust someone…he really trusted them.

He didn’t hide himself from Y/N.

Unlike Bruce, Dick was easy to read. But Y/N knew that wasn’t the case for everyone. She saw the way Dick communicated with old team members or even on comms with his brothers. 

But for Y/N, if she asked him something, Dick gave her the answer.

It was as simple as that.

There were no games, no hiding, nor withholding, not manipulation, no fear.

There was just Dick Grayson.

But Y/N also new he was capable of all of those things still. She’d seen him twist conversations and put the focus on the other person. He doesn’t seem to have any issue with blatantly lying. That’s when Y/N saw Bruce.

So why was she different?

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“I can’t stay another second in this fucking house,” Y/N snapped one day.

They had just eaten dinner and were now sitting in one of the dens. 

Dick laughed at her. “It’s not exactly a prison, Y/N. You’re in a mansion with everything you could ever need – and more.”

But this was the most time Y/N had spent in one place. She was always moving, always on the run. Yeah, she stayed in Gotham for the most part, but she missed the dangerous streets of the city.

“I’m not taking you out,” Dick gave her a warning look as he pointed at her.

“OK. First off, Bruce said nothing about me not being able to leave.”

Dick gave her a look that said, ‘How dumb do you think I am?’

“And if you were with me, then it’s fine. Right?”

“Y/N,” Dick groaned.

“And finally, I can do what I want,” Y/N added with a serious look.

“Sure you can,” he smirked.

But Y/N was being serious and she stood up. “I’m not his prisoner.”

Then she was headed toward the garage.

“No one said you were,” Dick called out after her.

He jumped in front of her, blocking her path.

“Y/N, you know more than anyone that The Court has eyes everywhere. Your face shows up on one street camera for a second and you’ll be tagged. They’ll follow you back here and then nowhere will be safe.”

“I know,” she answered as if it were obvious. “But we’re just going for a drive. Half of Bruce’s cars have tinted windows. And we’re going to take the backroads on the fringe. No street cameras. I doubt we’ll even see another car.”

Dick was adding up the risks in his head, calculating every possible outcome.

“Is Nightwing scared of what Batman will think?” Y/N teased.

Dick raised his eyebrow in amusement and crossed his arms. “Whatever game you’re trying to play…we both know I can play it better.”

She gave him the most innocent face. 

Dick sighed. Was he really about to do this?

“Come on,” he told her.

“Really?” Y/N was shocked she got him to concede.

“But I’m driving. And we’re taking the bike,” he called over his shoulder as he turned on the lights of the garage.

‘Garage’ was an understatement. It looked more like a fancy warehouse that housed at least 20 cars and a dozen motorcycles.

“The bike?” Y/N questioned.

Dick chuckled. “What? You scared of riding motorcycles?” 

Before she had the chance to answer, he pushed a helmet into her chest. It would fully cover her face and had a tinted visor shield on it. 

“Need I remind you that this was your idea?”

Y/N glared at him and put on the helmet.

She watched a safe distance away as Dick started his motorcycle and revved he engine.

Even though she was wearing a helmet, he could still tell she was apprehensive.

“Come on,” he encouraged her gently before putting on his own helmet.

Slowly, she approached the motorcycle.

“Just swing your leg over – there you go,” he instructed.

Then he put on his helmet and Y/N realized there were comms linked between the two helmets so they could hear each other easily.

“Uhh…where do I–how do I hold on?” Her question stumbled out.

To her surprise, he didn’t verbally answer. Instead, Dick just reached behind him for her hands and placed them under his leather jacket and around his waist.

The contact felt strangely intimate. And Y/N hated that it made her heart race a bit faster. She hoped he couldn’t feel it as her chest bumped against his back. Hopefully he would just think it was her adrenaline and fear from the bike. 

“Good?” He asked as he revved the engine again.

“I think so?”

Suddenly they shot out of the garage and raced down the long drive that led to the gate. 

Y/N didn’t think Dick was going unusually fast, by any means. But the motorcycle made everything feel more extreme. She slowly started to put together why people liked riding them so much. It was a rush. 

Dick did as he suggested and took backroads, avoiding any main streets or heavy-traffic areas. Which meant a lot of twists and turns.

But Y/N was surprised when he started to slow down and pulled onto a street that was just surrounded by forests. The sun had just set and the sky was colored pink and purple.

Dick turned off the bike when they reached a clearing. It was a meadow, with tall grass that moved like the ocean from the night breeze.

Y/N took off her helmet and grinned at the sight. 

She turned to Dick, “Didn’t expect a city boy like you to know places like this…”

“City boy?” Dick looked insulted. “I was a traveling circus kid before Bruce took me in.” He looked out at the land, “This was one of our stops. We set up right over there,” he pointed to an open field where the ground was even and the grass was short.

Y/N’s face changed when she realized Dick had a connection to this place. It wasn’t just a stop off the highway. It meant something to him.

“Thank you,” she mumbled. It was hard to meet his gaze.

“For what?”

“Taking me here. For taking me anywhere, really.”

“Despite how enormous the manor is, it’s suffocating sometimes,” Dick tried to reason with her. “Has it really been so bad, being stuck with us?”

“No,” she quickly answered and took a step toward him. “How much time have you spent working with a team?”

Dick thought about it. “I mean, after leaving Bruce, I just went from one team to another. Even when I think I’m working alone, my family is always around the corner.”

Y/N gave him a sad smile, already knowing that would be his answer. “I never had that. It’s always just been…me.”

“Why?” Dick questioned. 

He knew better than anyone that heroes found other heroes, whether they wanted to or not. And he knew from experience that a team had a stronger chance of changing the world for the better. Even Bruce gave up on being a lone warrior – despite him trying to believe he still is one. 

“I don’t go after criminals that wear face paint and shoot guns, Dick. I go after the people that terrify others into silence and submission. I go after the people that most don’t even know we should be going after.” She shook her head. “It’s dangerous in a different way. And I never wanted to risk anyone else’s life but my own.”

“But when things go south, who’s got your back?” Dick challenged.

Y/N thought about it a moment and just shrugged.

Dick’s eyes saddened. “It doesn’t have to be that way, Y/N.”

She didn’t acknowledge his statement.

When there was a large gust of wind, Y/N closed her eyes as if it would help her body absorb the nature around them.

Dick allowed himself to take her in while her eyes were closed – all of her. 

He still didn’t know so much about her past – what she’s seen, what she’s been through. But he felt like he understood her as a person. He saw how intelligent she was, how she explained things to Tim without sounding condescending or embarrassing him for not knowing. Or how patient she was with Damian when he was his bratty self, and she clearly saw his behavior for what it was: a child who didn’t know how to converse with normal people. And when Jason was a sarcastic smartass, Y/N gave it right back to him. Dick also didn’t miss how Y/N offered to help Alfred cook and clean up as if it wasn’t his job.

The moment Dick was having as he looked at Y/N was interrupted by his phone.

“100 bucks that it’s Bruce,” Y/N griped.

And when Dick pulled it out from his pocket, lo and behold, Bruce’s name was lit on the screen.

“Hello. Yeah, she’s with me. We just went for a drive. We’re heading back now.”

As soon as he hung up, Y/N asked, “Was he pissed?”

“He was extremely calm, which is probably not a good sign.”

But Dick didn’t seem too concerned with Bruce’s wrath. He’d grown out of that long ago. 

“Come on,” he nodded to his parked motorcycle.

Y/N slid on the bike behind him with much more confidence and finesse this time. And there was no hesitation as she wrapped her hands around around Dick’s waist. He swore her grip was tighter too.

“Ready?” Dick still asked her. 

But then his hand seemed to have a mind of his and slid over the grip she had on his waist, brushing across one of her hands almost…affectionately.

He didn’t even realize he did it until a few seconds afterward.

“Mhmm,” Y/N hummed.

The ride back was less peaceful. The sun had gone down and if they weren’t in view of Gotham’s city lights, they couldn’t see their surroundings. It also didn’t help that they knew they were returning to the manor to face Bruce.

When they parked inside the garage and turned off the engine, they both heard Bruce call Dick’s name from inside.

Y/N winced, but quickly recovered.

She squeezed Dick’s upper-arm. “Don’t worry. This is on me.”

Before Dick couldn’t argue and say he wasn’t scared of Bruce, Y/N was walking back into the manor.

“Need I remind you that you’re number one on The Court of Owls’ hit list?” Bruce told Y/N darkly.

He was wearing a black turtleneck and slacks. It was an off-duty look for him, but he still looked like he was in some sort of uniform.

“Dick had nothing to do with it,” Y/N defended calmly. “I threatened to photoshop nudes of him and sell them to TMZ and the Daily Mail.”

Bruce shared a look with Dick over Y/N’s shoulder, proving that he already knew Y/N had made no such threat.

“I’ll be in my lab,” Y/N announced, deciding to end the conversation before it could turn into a lecture or argument. 

When she passed Bruce, Y/N turned around and gave Dick a grateful smile before mouthing, ‘Thank you’ to him.

Now it was just Bruce and Dick.

“If you want to lecture me, just get it over with,” Dick sighed.

“You know better,” Bruce answered.

“She was going to leave whether I went with her or not. I thought it was best to keep an eye on her. I wasn’t stupid about it, Bruce.”

“Don’t let it happen again.”

Dick glared at him. “We can’t keep her locked up here forever.”

“She’ll stay until we take down The Court. Until then, she’s at risk.”

Dick quirked an eyebrow. “Careful, Bruce. It’s starting to sound like you’re making this personal.”

But they both knew there was another meaning behind his words. Dick saw Bruce put together what he was really trying to say. ‘I know you two have a history. I know what happened between you.’

But Dick didn’t know what was happening now. 

Bruce just glared at him and said, “I could say the same to you.”

Then he turned and left.

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Part III

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Not in That Way

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(Spencer Reid x fem!Reader)

The one where Spencer’s TA falls in love with him.

Length: 3.3k

A/N: VAGUE SPOILERS FOR S15 AHEAD! AGE GAP (10 years). Read at your own risk everybody, very angsty. NO PART TWO’S WILL BE WRITTEN. enjoy :)

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It wasn’t hard, really. It wasn’t hard at all to fall in love with Spencer Reid. In fact, it was the easiest thing she’d ever done. It came so easily that it shook her to the core.

Really, what’s not to love? He is a badass FBI agent with a heart of gold, he can literally recite almost any book to her on demand, and it certainly doesn’t hurt that he looks like he’s been sculpted by a coveted artist.

She didn’t know though, she didn’t know how easy it would be to be completely enamored by someone. She didn’t know what kind of life she’d be stepping into when she’d applied to become his Teaching Assistant. She’d heard from her peers that there was a part-time professor who had been looking for a TA. She signed up without a second thought, desperate for any kind of connections that could possibly help her with her PhD in forensic psychology. When she’d learned that he was a certified genius whose other job was to be a real life superhero, she hoped and prayed he’d pick her application.

She was over the moon when she found out that he did indeed pick her out of all the students who had applied. This was an opportunity of a lifetime. She’d seen his university ID photo on the website and thought he was attractive, but seeing him in person was almost magical. The camera definitely could not quite pick up on the subtle gold flecks in his irises or the silky sheen of his hair. And that smile. She was sure she could drown in it forever.

After being chosen and going through a number of interviews, Y/N learned just how meticulous Dr. Reid was in everything he did. She helped him create the syllabus as well as build his lesson plans. Over the semester, she would go over his grading since he had the tendency to give students the answers instead of making helpful comments on the papers to make them think and reflect. She’d also learned about his particular aversion to technology, which meant they had multiple meet-ups when he was in town just so she can walk him through certain systems, like the university’s portal system as well as the email. She also showed him how to pose his answers as questions instead, explaining that sometimes, he shouldn’t answer their incomplete thoughts because it's an undergrad class. Also, with his unpredictable schedule concerning the FBI, she would often step in and teach his class whenever he was away on a case.

They’d become good friends outside of his office and classroom, probably closer than they should have been. He was just too likeable and she was always eager enough to hear what he had to say, thus a bond between them was born and reinforced each time they saw each other. He was so thoughtful, it shocked her. Once he’d heard her mention that she used to love collecting keychains when she was a child, and made sure to get her a new one from each state he’d visit thanks to his trips around the country. Her previous boyfriends were beyond disappointing in comparison to say the least, and they weren’t even dating. He knew her favorite coffee order by heart and often had it ready with a fresh croissant whenever they met at the university’s coffee shop and if they were meeting at his office, he’d take them to go. 

It was little things like that that made her fall in love with him. And she knew, it’s not like she didn’t, she just chose to hide it with every cell of her being. Crushing on your professor is pretty common amongst university students, but being a TA and being desperately in love with your professor was a whole different kind of story. 

She already admired his intelligence in class immensely, however hearing his stories from his time out in the field made her heart grow three times the size of normal. His stories ranged from being about geographical profiling, to action-packed anecdotes, and even funny moments with the team.

Was she constantly impressed by him? Yes.

Was she constantly worried about him? Also yes.

Which is why she’d practically made him adopt the habit of texting or calling her every time he landed in DC. They’d been chasing this unsub, Lynch, for months on end and he’d informed her that they were finally close to getting him. The last time they talked two days ago, he was feeling confident. But then it was just silence. He hadn’t texted her, he hadn’t called her. She didn’t even know if he was back in DC. Her mind took her places she didn’t want to go. He’d gotten so good with keeping her updated that this silence was turning her blood into ice water.

She’d left 11 missed calls so far. But she didn’t give up, she was determined to hear from him. The next morning she tried again, holding her breath and squeezing her eyes shut in a silent prayer.

“Hello?” Someone finally picked up, a woman.

“Hello? Who is this? I’m trying to reach Spencer Reid.” Y/N said into the phone, voice clearly on the edge of tears.

“Oh you must be Y/N Y/L/N. You’re Spencer’s TA. I’m Penelope Garcia, I work with Spencer.” She said into the phone evenly, calmly.

“Yes, I am. Did something happen to Spencer? He hasn’t contacted me in two days. Why do you have his phone?” Y/N worried into the phone. She could hear every heartbeat, loud and clear.

“Spencer is in the hospital. There was an explosion yesterday and he hit his head really hard. We found him passed out in his apartment this morning.” Penelope answered. Y/N’s eyes widened and she felt the tears slip from her eyes quickly. The panic began to set in.

“C-could you please text me the address?” Y/N managed to whisper into the phone through her tears.

“Of course, sweetie. He’s going to be okay. His mother is here, I’m assuming you know about Diana?” She asked tenderly.

“Yes, yes, I know. I’ll be there as soon as I can.” Y/N said, already rushing to put on shoes and looking for her keys.

The drive to the hospital wasn’t long, but Y/N felt like it took ages to get there anyway. Her breathing was uneven and her eyes were already swollen as if she’d been crying for days. There was a bad, bad feeling reverberating around in her chest. She’d somehow floated through the hospital like she was running on autopilot. 

She’d found the room and met eyes with a blonde woman adorning two identical blue puffs in her hair. She would have thought they were adorable if she wasn’t panicking her heart out. She spotted Spencer laying on the hospital bed with oxygen tubes hanging around his ears and inserted into his nose. The sight made her stomach lurch. Something about the way his usually pink lips were drained of their color made her want to sob until tomorrow came. Beside the bed on the other side sat Diana Reid, a tall woman with short blonde hair. She’d seen her in photos before. Diana merely stared at her with a hint of a smile.

She stepped in the hospital room, swallowing down the bile in her throat, “H-Hi, I’m Y/N.” She waved tentatively into the room, almost unable to keep with the tensity of the two women’s gazes. She wiped at her eyes and stood at the foot of Spencer’s bed, “Is he going to be okay?” She asked, staring at the steady rise and fall of Spencer’s chest. That way it was reassuring to watch him. She could hear her heartbeat in her ears as she stood.

“The doctors are hopeful.” Penelope replied, assessing the young woman who just entered. She was much younger than she previously thought she was. Although she had no idea what to expect when it came to Spencer’s academic life, he was always surprising her.

Diana sat still and silent in the hospital chair, a pensive expression draped across her features. Penelope sensed a tension in the room and looked towards Diana, “Hey, Diana, would you like to come with me down to the cafeteria to fetch some jello for Spencer to eat when he wakes up?”

Y/N sent Penelope a sidelong glance filled with gratitude. She tuned out the sounds of Diana telling Penelope the story of the first time Spencer had jello as they exited the small room. She immediately pulled up the chair closest to his bed and grasped his hand tightly. She let out a shaky breath at the contact. Cold, his hand was so, so cold.

“Oh, Spencer, you scared the shit out of me.” She whispered, pressing her lips to the back of his hand quickly, “I could have lost you today...and-and I wouldn’t have known what to do with myself if that would have happened. I know you probably can’t hear me, but I still have to say what I’m going to say. I have to. For myself. So here goes,” she pauses, taking a deep breath, “there’s nothing that scares me more than losing you, and that thought alone terrifies me.” She sniffled, wiping away her tears, “What I feel for you terrifies me, Spencer. I didn’t know I was capable of loving someone so deeply until I met you. And...I don’t know what to do with all this love, I want to hand it all to you, let you see yourself the way I see you, but I can’t do that. I can’t.” She held back an incoming sob, whispering, “I can’t ask that of you.” 

She bowed her head and rested it along his forearm, her silent tears soaking through the hospital sheets. The fear of grieving for him outweighed the fear of rejection. She’d never forgive herself if he died without knowing how big of a space he occupied in her heart. She didn’t know if she was brave enough to tell him to his face while he was awake, but this was a start. Solidifying her feelings was a start. And man, were they solid.

A few minutes later, her phone began to ring because of an endless stream of emails. There was a class today, and she’d have to teach it. She went back and forth from her phone to Spencer’s face and released a deep, heavy sigh from the pit of her chest. She stood from her seat and hovered her hand over his cheek before allowing it to rest timidly on his skin.

“I have to go, but I’ll see you soon.” She paused, chewing on her lip, “I love you.” She said softly, fresh tears making their way back to the brim of her eyes. She pulled away from him and exited the room swiftly. 

Spencer’s bleary eyes opened slightly to just barely catch the sight of her disappearing into the hallway from which she came. Seconds later, Penelope and his mother came marching in, seeing his open eyes.

Penelope set down the cups of jello nearby and Diana made her way to her son quickly. He could barely keep his eyes open for long enough. It was a small achievement but they both held onto it dearly. 

Hours later, he blinked his eyes open again as he heard his mother and Penelope conversing about his favorite type of cloud. Diana leaned over her son’s bed and set a comforting hand on his shoulder. He stared at her fondly.

“Am I alive or is this heaven?” He asked, smiling slightly.

“You are very much alive.” Diana smiled broadly at him.

Garcia had since gone back to the office to assist the team in finally closing the Lynch case. Spencer was just waking up from yet another snooze. 

Diana looked at him closely, sometimes he felt she was the profiler in the room, “She told you didn’t she?”

Spencer rubbed at his eyes slightly, “Who are you talking about?” He yawned.

“The pretty girl who was in here earlier.” Y/N’s name had slipped her mind the second she said it. Spencer stared at his mother incredulously, shocked at just how clear her mind was at the moment. Diana took his silence as an affirmative and nodded at him.

“You should tell her.” She said definitively. For a moment, he doubted if he understood just what she meant, but he understood.

“How did you know?” Spencer asked curiously.

“I told you, a mother always knows. And I saw the way she looked at you. She deserves to know, Spencer.” Diana said.

She deserves to know.

The thought tumbled around in his head for days after he was discharged from the hospital. He was on medical leave for the moment but as soon as he could see straight, he took the train to her apartment. He’d been there a few times, they’d had a few casual dinners there while grading papers together or coming up with future lesson plans. His hands were on the verge of trembling as he knocked on her apartment door. The numbers nailed on the door mocked him as he stood waiting for her to open.

She frowned at the sound, she wasn’t expecting anybody. She pushed her laptop to the side and stood to straighten her pajamas, making her way to the door. She ripped it open as soon as she saw who it was.

“Spencer! Oh thank goodness you’re okay! I’ve been worried sick about you.” She threw her arms around his middle tightly, making him stagger a bit from the impact, but he enveloped her in his arms anyway. The contact was very welcome.

“Hey.” He smiled into the hug, his heart spilling with gratitude over being worthy enough of her attention. They separated from the embrace and she stared at him with a look resembling wonder.

“What are you doing here? I thought you still had a few more days off until you had to get back to work. Come in, come in.” She moved aside to let him in. She also moved a plethora of blankets and textbooks off the couch to make space for him to sit.

“I know, I’m sorry for kind of coming over unannounced. I didn’t mean to intrude or anything.” He eyed her matching set of cartoon character pajamas as he took a seat, making a mental note that it was the most adorable thing he’s ever seen. She blushed under his gaze but shook her head nonetheless.

“Oh come on, you know you’re always welcome here. Can I get you something to drink? Some water or coffee, maybe?” She asked.

“Water’s fine.” He smiled, leaning back into the couch. She nodded and made her way into the kitchen. Spencer’s shoulders untensed for a moment and he hadn’t realized that he’d been carrying so much of his worries in them around her. She came back with the water and took a seat next to him, angling her body to face him. He muttered a thank you as he sipped from it, unsure how to approach the situation.

“I wanted to thank you. For coming to the hospital to see me. That meant a lot.” He met her eyes and saw a flash of panic dance across her irises. How did he know she was there? Penelope probably told him, right? He couldn’t have heard her.

“Of course, Spencer. It’s the least I could do.” She smiled sweetly. His heart cleaved in his chest as he stared at the sweet girl in front of him. 

What did he ever do to deserve her friendship? 

He fidgeted with the glass in his hands, a silence beginning to drape over them.

“Is everything okay?” She asked, noticing his fidgeting. 

He took a deep breath and set the glass down on the coffee table in front of them. He turned his body to face her and reached for her soft hands. Her breath hitched at the intimate contact, butterflies erupting in the pit of her abdomen.

“You are a remarkable person, Y/N. I’m so lucky to have you in my life. I see the absolute worst that humanity has to offer on a daily basis, but you have made it your mission to make my life easier. And you do, honestly, I wouldn’t know what to do without you.” He said with soft eyes and a half-laugh. She smiled back, she could practically feel the rush from his words directly in her brain.

“And it is an honor to be loved by you,” his voice hesitated to say the word, his eyes darkening with regret as he continued. Realization snapped into place for her as he said, “but I can’t give you what you need.”

He had heard her. He knew.

Her blood ran cold as she tore her hands away from his, as if the skin on his hands had the ability to burn her. He frowned as he watched her frantic eyes search his for any semblance of dishonesty. Her throat closed up over all the words that fought to surface. She opened her mouth to say something but nothing came up. Instead, tears sprung to the corners of her eyes.

“What?” She whispered, brokenhearted and momentarily in disbelief.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” He tried to console her but she was past the point of consolation. 

“I-I understand.” She nodded painfully, tears cascading down her face before she even got the chance to wipe them away, “It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have said anything, it’s completely unprofessional.” She swallowed an incoming sob as best as she could.

“No, I’m glad you told me, but if I’m being honest, I knew long before it. This isn’t about professionality, I don’t care about that. But I care about you, a lot.” Spencer said softly, staring at the young woman in front of him. She shook her head, utterly devastated and doing her best to shield herself from his gaze. Thoughts escaped her as her heart took a deep-dive to settle in her abdomen.

“And I thought I should let you know how I feel. I love you, Y/N,” he paused, “just not in that way.” The soft voice he used was completely useless against the harshness of the words. 

She tried, she tried her absolute hardest to suppress the incoming sob, but those words just about broke the dam. She rubbed at her eyes, nodding. He tried to set a comforting hand on her shoulder but decided against it. She took a deep breath and stood up from the couch. 

That was enough humiliation for the day.

“No, no, I completely understand.” She said, voice wobbly and eyes ringed with red. He frowned up at her at the sight of her being so upset. 

“Will you be okay?” He asked as he stood up from his seat. She laughed slightly, this man had devastated her, broken her heart with a few simple words and still wondered if she’d be okay. That’s Spencer Reid for you. The question made her heart ache and long for him more. His simplicity and good intentions made her question why the world wasn’t kind enough to let her have him.

“No, I won’t. And I probably won’t be okay for a long time. Because I will keep meeting men and keep comparing them to you so, until I stop doing that, no, I won’t be okay, Spencer.” She answered with a surprisingly stable voice. He frowned and nodded.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, stepping forward to cup her cheek and gently use his thumb to wipe the remainder of her tears. Her glassy eyes bored right into his, her lips wobbling at the contact. She then closed her eyes and leaned her cheek into his palm, soaking in his warmth one last time before he tore himself away from her completely and showed himself out of the apartment without looking back.

That was when she allowed herself to fall apart. He heard her heart wrenching cries from behind the door and hesitated, but decided to walk away anyway with a chest heavy with regret.

She will never be enough for him, she thought.

He will never be enough for her, he thought.

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