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navybrat817 · 11 months

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Around Your Throat

Pairing: Vampire Mob!Bucky Barnes x Gifted!Female Reader Summary: Bucky has the perfect accessory to go around your throat. Word Count: 1.9k Warnings: E/xplicit s/exual content, f/ingering, b/iting, p/ossessive behavior, b/lood, feel (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he’s a warning, okay?). Graphic talent and thanks: Banner - @sgt-seabass, Divider - @firefly-graphics , Moodboard - yours truly A/N: Set before Lay Me Down, we're visiting our vampire to kick off Hot Bucky Summer challenge hosted by @buckybarnesevents! Theme - "What should I wear?" ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You stood in front of the full length mirror, a frown on your face as you looked over yourself. The black and gold gown you wore was beautiful, the v-neckline and fitted bodice drawing attention to your chest. Bucky had it designed for you, with your approval. He wanted only the best for his bride-to-be.

The fact that he had a matching suit almost put a smile on your face.

But you couldn’t figure out why you weren’t happy with your look. You thought for a moment that the dress was too much for a dinner, especially since you would be one of the only people at the table eating an actual meal. As Bucky’s future mate and your father’s daughter, however, it was the expectation that you’d look your best.

At least I won't have to create an illusion since I'll be amongst Bucky’s friends for the evening.

“I'm not sure about this,” you told your fiancé since he insisted on being in the room as you got ready, admiring your side profile with a sigh. "Should I change into something else?"

"Why would you change when you look good enough to eat?"

You spun around to face him, your breath catching when he stood from his chair and straightened his tie. He slicked his hair back for the evening and you longed to run your fingers through it to make a mess of it. This man managed to steal your heart and he would be the reason you took your last breath.

He was both your ending and your new beginning.

"Just what every girl wants to hear when she goes to feast with vampires," you teased, turning back to the mirror.

"If you sensed something was wrong, we wouldn't attend," he pointed out. He wouldn't risk your safety. He assured your father of that. "Should I tell Steve to play host while we skip it?"

"No, my love, because nothing is wrong," you assured him. You trusted his friends and the only gut feeling you sensed was that your evening would end happily. You looked forward to it.

"Then what's the matter?" he asked as he crossed the room and placed his hands on your hips. Though you couldn't see his reflection in the mirror, you imagined his blue eyes either darkened or glowed at the sight of you. Both stares always set the blood on fire in your veins. “Do you not like the dress? Should I rip it to shreds?”

“Don’t you dare,” you answered, narrowing your eyes when he chuckled. “I love this dress.”

“If you won’t let me tear this gown from your body, at least let me lift the skirt and bury myself in your pussy again,” he said, making you gasp when his cool lips brushed the shell of your ear. Your core throbbed at the idea, tempted to let him bend you over in front of the mirror as he took you apart. Once he turned you, you wouldn’t see your reflection ever again. “And if you love it, why have you stood here for the last two minutes, spinning and frowning at every angle?”

“As much as I’d love for you to ravage me, I don’t think we have time,” you said, gesturing to yourself. “And something’s missing. I can’t figure out what.”

Bucky hummed, gripping your chin to turn your head toward him. “I can get you off quickly," he said, which was true. "And you're missing an accessory. You need something around your throat.”

“Of course,” you smiled softly. Such a simple solution to a ridiculous problem. “What should I wear?"

He moved his hand to your neck before you could go to the armoire, making you moan when his fingers tightened. “I have something perfect in mind.”

“As much as I love this type of necklace,” you said, wetting your lips with your tongue. “I can’t go the whole meal with your hand around my throat.”

Bucky chuckled again, spinning you and pinning your back against the mirror with lightning speed. You trembled when his eyes began to glow, your blood rushing through your veins at the sight of his fangs. The mix of pain and pleasure whenever they pierced your skin brought you to a euphoric state. It was no wonder some begged to become a blood mistress or paramour.

You were lucky enough that you would belong to Bucky forever.

“And just because I can’t ravage you with my cock right this second doesn’t mean I can go through an entire meal without having a taste,” he whispered, pushing the skirt up so his cold hand could slide up your inner thigh. No tights and no underwear so he could have access to what belonged to him. His rule for the evening. “I need your blood and your cunt so I can behave myself."

“You better satisfy your craving then,” you whispered, knowing he’d want more before the sun came up. "And we'll see how well you actually behave."

Vampires had no shame when it came to sex or anyone who witnessed it.

Your wet, warm folds welcomed the cool feel of Bucky's expert touch. Before you could grip his arms, he pinned your hands above your head. His strength turned you on more, which you didn’t know was possible. You were almost in a constant state of arousal around him. “You'll beg for my cock long before you finish dinner,” he whispered against your lips, teasing your entrance as he kissed down the pulse in your neck. “Don't fucking move."

“Yes, sir,” you breathed, closing your eyes to brace yourself for what was coming.

Which would be you coming all over his fingers.

“Mine,” he growled, drawing a cry from you as he sank his fangs into your soft skin and slid two fingers inside your wet walls. You did your best to keep still as he slowly thrust and moaned against your neck. A submissive position he put you in to assert his power, yet you didn't feel weak. Even as he took your life essence and pleasure as his own he empowered you.

Because in return, you’d get every part of James Buchanan Barnes.

“Please, Bucky,” you begged when his thumb toyed with your clit. You wanted to grind your hips down, but he told you to stay still. If you had more time, you would've pushed to see what kind of punishment he'd dish out. But you knew he wanted to get you off quickly, like he said he could. "Please."

“So needy, darling. One of the things I love about you,” he said when he stopped drinking, blood running from your neck down your collarbone and chest as his fingers curled. He pulled back so you could see the red fluid around his lips. The feral look in his eyes as he licked them clean, your head spinning as you teetered on the edge. “Come for me.”

Your body seized up as you gushed around his fingers, your moan of ecstasy lost as he covered your mouth with his. You tasted your blood on his tongue as helped you ride out your orgasm. Days from now you would know the taste of him. Pleasure, eternity, love.

Your new life.

It took a moment for you to realize you were no longer against the mirror as you recovered. Bucky moved you to the bed to rest for a moment and catch your breath. the pinpricks in your neck closed and your dress straightened out. “Thank you for letting me have a taste,” he said, sucking his fingers into his mouth. “Didn’t think anything could make your blood sweeter, but your pussy does the trick.”

“Best combination,” you smiled.

“My favorite,” he agreed, helping you stand once your head stopped spinning. Lust still lingered in his gaze, but you couldn't ignore the concern that shone through. "Are you okay? I didn't take too much?"

"I'm okay," you assured him. He never wanted to lose control and take more than what he needed. No matter what, you were his number one priority. "And you won't have to worry once I you turn me."

"I'll still worry," he whispered. Loving you meant having something to lose. It also meant he had something worth living for. "One more thing before we go."

You smiled when he held up an onyx pendant surrounded by diamonds, like he pulled it out of thin air. Perfect to go with your dress. "It's beautiful," you said, allowing him to put it around your neck. "How did you manage to hide that from me?"

His fingers traced the delicate, gold chain as he smiled. "Because you aren't psychic, but you get feelings. Which is probably why you felt off when you looked in the mirror. You were waiting for me to give you this."

"It's like you know my gifts better than I do," you smiled, touching the pendant before you noticed there was still blood on your neck. "I should clean myself up."

"No," he said firmly, pulling you to his chest. You suspected his heart would race only for you if it could still beat. "You'll wear my mark with the necklace I gave you and your blood on your skin. You're going to be my wife and my mate. I want everyone to see that you belong to me and that there's no shame in my want for you."

You'd wear every brand and claim of his with pride.

"This won't show them that?" you asked, holding up your hand with your engagement ring.

"Vampires don't look at hands," he said, taking yours and kissing it. "They look at throats. And anyone who sees yours will know you're mine."

And I will be until the end of time.

"And when you turn me?" you asked, brushing your hand along his cheek. "Will I get to leave my mark on you and show everyone you're mine, too?"

"You can make an entire path of bites around my throat if that's what you desire," he offered, his icy hand covering yours. "I'll wear them proudly."

Bucky loved with his entire being. Not only were you strong and willing enough to accept it, you'd give him the same love in return. You would always be in each other's care.

My eternal partner.

"I might take you up on that," you smiled, feeling how hard he was through the fabric of his pants. Tempted to drop to your knees and return the favor, you asked, "Do we have time for me to take care of you?"

"We're already running late," he said, giving you a gentle kiss. "But maybe you can keep my cock warm at the table. No one will mind."

"I thought you were going to behave at dinner if you had a taste," you said, your walls clenching with the need to surround him, like he hadn't brought you to orgasm moments before.

"I will behave," he said innocently, but his eyes flashed as he showed his fangs again. "But we'll see how long you last before you try to ride me in front of everyone."

"Well, you did say I'd beg for your cock before I finished dinner."

And you suspected his hand, the necklace, and your blood would be the only things you wore around your neck once he took you to bed for the night.

Who wouldn't want an eternity with Bucky? Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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bellofthemeadow · 11 months

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The Road Ahead - ch 5 | Frankie Morales x female reader

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Previous Chapter

For most of your married life, you dedicated yourself to waiting for Frankie. After each deployment, you patiently awaited his return, longing for the moment when he would be by your side again. During those nights when nightmares consumed his thoughts, you yearned for him to open up to you, hoping that he would find solace in sharing his pain. And as his addiction spiraled out of control, you held onto the hope that he would recognize his problem and seek help. However, despite your countless protests and pleas, you now find yourself waiting for him once more as he ventures off to Colombia, engaged in God knows what.

But this time is different. Determined, you make a solemn promise to yourself: You will never wait for Frankie again.

Rating: M for Mature (18 + no minors allowed)

Word Count: 4.3K

Warning: Applicable for the entire fic / PTSD, drug use and addiction, postpartum depression, abusive familial relationships, self-hatred, unhealthy coping mechanism, explicit sexual content, violence, mentions of suicidal thoughts, super angsty

Chapter Summary: An unexpected Sunday morning visit unveils the true meaning of family.

Notes: Hello my lovelies, thank you so much for all the likes and reblogs and comments! I love you all so much <3! Here is new chapter fresh out of the oven, I hope you all enjoy it!! A lovely mix of angst and fluff, exactly as I like it!

Also, I apologize but the next chapter won't come out until later next week as I have some assignments due for the summer semester I am taking at university. After this chapter, I am planning 2 more regular chapters and 1 epilogue.

Let me know what you think, and I hope you are all ready for an extra soft Will Ironhead Miller (Top tier Will Miller imo)

Family

As the door closes behind him, Frankie can hear you sob from inside the house. His first instinct is to turn around, rip the door open, and take you in his arms. He wants to hold you close, apologizes a million more times, and make a thousand promises to you—anything to make you stop crying. He knows he isn't worth your tears. You've always deserved so much more than him. You've given him everything, but all Frankie has given you is pain.

Numbly, Frankie walks toward his truck, his footsteps heavy with all that occurred in the last couple of hours. He mechanically opens the door and sinks into the driver's seat, his gaze fixed ahead toward the house. With tears streaming down his face, he reaches with a trembling hand into his pocket and retrieves his phone, fingers hovering over the familiar buttons.

His heart pounds in his chest as he contemplates dialling the number, knowing that the next few moments could shape the course of his future. The weight of his mistakes and the desire for redemption clash within him, battling for dominance. Taking a deep breath, he musters the courage to press the digits, each number feeling like a heavy decision.

"Catfish? Well, that's a surprise. Good to hear from you, man."

"Pope," he says the name with broken sobs.

"Catfish?! What's going on? Did something happen to the guys?" Pope's voice immediately loses its friendly tone as he switches into military man mode.

Frankie's voice quivers, his words barely holding back the flood of despair that consumes him. "I messed up, Pope," he confesses, his tone broken and defeated. "I messed up big time... with the coke. I couldn't stop myself, no matter how hard I tried. Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!" His frustration erupts.

Pope's tone softens, carrying a blend of compassion and determination. "Alright, Fish. Take a deep breath. You know I’ve got your back, brother. Tell me everything. We'll figure this out together." His words offer a lifeline, a promise of support amidst the chaos that has engulfed Frankie's life in the past hour.

The weight of his failures hangs heavy in the air as Frankie continues, his voice tinged with remorse. "I promised I'd get better, Pope, but I'm so fucking lost. I've ruined the only good thing in my life, and now I’ve got nothing." The room seems to darken as he confesses his deepest failure, his words laden with self-condemnation, “I don't know what to do Pope. I don't know how to claw my way back from that fucking hole we dug ourselves back there!”

“I know that what happened in Columbia was…” Pope begins empathically, but Frankie cuts him off “FUCK COLUMBIA! It's not just about that. I mean, it is about that, but it's more than that. Her and Ella are the best thing that's happened in my life, and I couldn't talk to her. I was so afraid she'd see me as that... as that monster that I became back there, that I ended up becoming that monster with her. Fuck Pope, I brought Coke into my home. Can you believe that!” Frankie hits the front dash of his car in anger “I BROUGH COKE into the home where I have a baby. The place my wife made into a home for us. How could I do something like? What is wrong with me?!?!"

Silence greets his outburst. Barely audibly, Pope asks, "Where are you right now?"

“I am in my truck, parked in front of my house.” Frankie's voice trembled with helplessness. "Pope, I don't know what to do," he confides, his words echoing the magnitude of his loss as it engulfed him, leaving him adrift in a sea of uncertainty. "Without her and Ella, what am I supposed to do? They are everything to me, my reason for pushing forward. I am nothing without them," Frankie admits, his voice tinged with resignation. The burden of past mistakes, tangled with the relentless hold of addiction and the haunting memories of PTSD, has reduced him to a mere shadow of who he once was.

"I'm just a washed-up coke addict," he confesses, the words carrying a mixture of self-loathing and regret. The image of his own deterioration gnaws at him every day. His grey reflection in the mirror is a constant reminder of the battles he had fought and the battles he had lost. The tendrils of addiction weaved their way into every fibre of his being, leaving him stripped of his former identity.

Pope’s heart breaks, hearing the words of his best friend. His brother. But Santi was always a pragmatic man and effusive shows of emotions were always more of Benny’s realm. "Can you make it to Will? Or Ben.."

"Not Benny."

Tense silence fills the air, "Did something happen?"

"I can't deal with Benny right now, not after... What happened today."

"Alright, are you able to drive yourself to Will?"

"Yes, I should be." Efficient and precise, Frankie resorts to the mode that comes easiest to him.

"Then drive to Will, and I'll meet you there. I'm jumping on the next plane that leaves today

"Pope, wait. What about your girl?"

"Hey, how long have I known you, Catfish?" Pope's voice is filled with unwavering support. "If my brother needs me, I'm going to be there. Besides, most of what happened is my fault. You wouldn't have touched that shit again if it weren't for my dumbass coming up with a shit plan that went to hell."

“Pope, you can't blame yourself for everything. The fuck ups I caused in my marriage and the fucking coke aren’t your fault. Those are my crosses to bear. But I appreciate you being there for me, brother. It means more than you know."

There's a brief pause on the other end of the line, as Pope takes a deep breath before speaking again. "Listen, Catfish, I can't change what happened, but I can promise you this: we'll do whatever it takes to make things right. We'll find a way to fix this mess, for you, for your lady and for your family. You're not alone in this, brother."

"Pope..."

"Don't say anything. Drive to Will, and I'll see you as soon as I can. Understood?"

"Roger. Pope?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you."

"It's the least I could do. I know how much you love your lady. And you know how it goes with us, we leave no man behind."

1 week later

You had always been more inclined toward solitude. Even as a child, you found solace in playing alone with your dolls in your room, rather than engaging with your siblings. It wasn't as if your brothers had any desire for you to join their activities. With their significant age gap, they viewed you as an everyday nuisance at best or, at worst, the cause of all their problems. Your mother's words still lingered in your mind at times: "Sorry, boys, we can't afford a vacation this summer. Money is tight with the extra kid." "Sorry, boys, you'll have to share a room because your sister is a girl.” “Sorry boys, your sister needs to go on a diet so we can’t have cookies in the house, otherwise she’d pig out on them.” These constant barbs had shaped your life and fueled resentment from your three older brothers. Even to this day, they seldom reached out to you. When you got married to Frankie, the eldest didn't even bother attending, despite RSVPing for his wife and five kids. Your mother simply glanced at you and remarked, "Well, what do you expect? It's just a backyard wedding. No reason for your brother to disrupt his life.”

So yeah, you never minded being on your own. But, as you reflect on your years with Frankie, you realize that you had become unaccustomed to being alone. Although you were physically independent for most of your relationship, mentally and emotionally, Frankie was always there with you, sharing your life in the deepest and most meaningful way. But now, you find yourself truly alone in a way you haven't experienced in a long time. Frankie is not here, and you're uncertain if you should allow him to linger in your emotions. If it weren't for Ella, you don't know how you would cope. You feel like an automaton, mechanically going through each day's motions: waking up, feeding Ella, tending to yourself if time allows, taking Ella next door, going to work, completing your shift, returning home, feeding Ella once more, putting her to bed, pumping milk, squeezing in dinner if you're not dozing off on your feet, taking a shower, and going to bed. Then Ella would surely wake up at least 4 times during the night. As if your peanut could feel your distress and the absence of her father.

You had briefly considered taking a second job after Frankie's departure until you noticed the usual pension deposit from the army. While not a significant amount, it would be sufficient to sustain you and Ella without needing to work two jobs. Tears had welled up as you realized Frankie hadn't cancelled the deposit. Right after that thought, guilt had set in for even entertaining the thought that Frankie would do anything to harm Ella. You tried to convince yourself that Frankie had made that choice for the sake of Ella's well-being and preferred not to let your mind wander into other possibilities. And what they would mean for you and for you-and-Frankie. Better not to dwell on them, you think.

But today was Sunday, a day meant for being at home with Ella. Normally, Frankie would be by your side, flipping pancakes in the kitchen while cradling Ella and singing along to the radio. His singing voice might have been terrible, but you adored it, just like everything else about him. Once again, you suppress the budding regret that has threatened to take root within you multiple times over the past week. You couldn't allow it to grow and taint the decision you had made. It was the right decision—for yourself and for Ella. It was also the right choice for Frankie. He deserved a chance to heal, and you know that you were no longer fit to help him in that journey.

As you held Ella to your chest, she began to fuss. You cooed softly, and miraculously, she settled down, closing her eyes and nuzzling against your upper breast. With a smile, you planted a gentle kiss on her soft, fuzzy head, whispering, "Papa and I love you, my little peanut."

Suddenly, three soft knocks interrupt your tender moment with Ella. Glancing at the clock, it reads 8:15 am. Your heart skips a beat. Frankie? You can’t help but wonder. Carefully, you place Ella in her portable pram and quietly position it next to the couch.

Hurriedly, you make your way to the door and swing it open. "Will? Is everything okay? Is Frankie all right?" you gasp, trying to catch your breath.

Will looks at you with a sad smile. "I'm sorry for disturbing you so early on a Sunday. I don't think we should have this discussion in your doorway. Do you mind if I come in?"

Your grip tightens around the doorknob as anxiety courses through you. "Will, please," you pleaded. Seeing the desperation in your eyes, Will's expression softens. He extends his hand and places it gently on your shoulder. "Fish is okay," he reassures you.

Relieved, you let out a shuddering breath and open the door a bit wider. "Come in," you say softly.

Will steps into your house, and he hesitantly asks, "Should I take off my shoes?"

"It's alright. I need to vacuum later today," you explain awkwardly. Will hums in understanding.

"Would you like coffee?" you offer. "If that's not too much trouble, I'd appreciate it. Thank you."

"It's no trouble. I have a pot going. I always make enough for me and..." You stop yourself, clearing your throat and suppressing your tears. "I always make enough for two."

Will smiles sadly, expressing his thanks once again.

Pouring a second cup of coffee, you join Will at the kitchen counter. After a minute, he speaks up. "Ella seems well," he offers.

"She's doing alright, as best as she can be. She decided to be a little angel this morning, so you chose very well," you reply with a small smile.

"And how is work treating you? Do you need any help around this place? Benny and I could lend a hand if you need anything—mow your lawn or fix screws here and there," Will offered.

"Thank you, Will. That's really kind of you. If something comes up, you'll be the first to know," you respond. A moment passes before you ask, "Is this why you're here, Will?"

Will sighs softly, taking a long sip of his coffee. "I guess there's no beating around the bush. First, I wanted to apologize for Benny's behaviour last time. He was way out of line, putting himself where he shouldn't have. I apologize."

"It's okay. I was angry, but not at you or Benny," you assure him.

"Regardless, this should have been a private conversation, not one held in a bar," Will admits. You fix him with a soft smile. "Thanks, Will."

"I came for two reasons. And, yes, before you ask, both concern Fish," Will begins, his gaze shifting towards Ella, who remains thankfully quiet in her pram. "Fish checked himself into rehab on Friday morning."

A gasp escapes your lips. "He did? By himself?" It was almost hard to believe. The possibility had been discussed before, especially after he lost his license. You had thought that seeking in-care help would be the best course of action. However, Frankie had been resistant, insisting that he could quit on his own. He didn't want to be separated from you, especially during your pregnancy, and felt he couldn't be away from you during such a crucial time. Reluctantly, you accepted his decision, believing it was the right choice since Frankie had managed to stay away from cocaine. Or so you had thought, until a month ago.

"And... is he alright? How was he?" you ask, concern evident in your voice.

Will looks pensive. "It was tough, not gonna lie. Pope flew in from Australia the day after... after the memorial. I think Fish called him. I wasn't there when Pope arrived, but whatever he said, it got through to Fish. The night after the bar, after it all went down, Fish crashed on my couch, and... Look, are you sure you want me to tell you? I don't want to make you uncomfortable or make you feel like any of this is your fault. For what it's worth, I think you showed remarkable patience, more than most people would have. None of what happened was your fault— What happens in the field, when we are out there fighting some enemy, really messes with the best of us. And Fish, well, he was always the most sensitive among us. He never meant, he never wanted to hurt you. But in the end, it happened, and I know he despises himself for it. He used to walk around the base, showing your picture to everyone, telling them how lucky he was to have his soulmate waiting for him at home. And you know… Shit, sorry, I don't mean to make you feel sad."

A small, teary laugh escapes you at Will's words. You reach for a tissue, dabbing at your eyes. "It's okay, Will. I want to know what's happening, for my own peace of mind."

"If you are sure, then alright. But stop me if ever it gets too much. So, when Fish got to my place that night, he must have cried from the moment he stepped into my apartment until Pope arrived. They went for a drive, and when they returned, Fish wasn't crying anymore. He looked me in the eyes and, honestly, that was the most transparent I’ve seen him be in a long time, he said: 'I am checking myself into rehab. I am getting my shit together for Ella and for my wife. That's what matters, nothing else,'" Will recounts.

You gnaw anxiously at your bottom lip, your eyes shifting to Ella. "He really said all that?" you inquire, seeking confirmation.

"Affirmative," Will responds. “You’re such a dork, you know that, Will Miller?” You snort at his overly formal answer.

Will smiles before his gaze turns to a now fussy Ella. "He left you with these as well," he adds, reaching into his old brown leather bag that had been resting at his feet since his arrival. With care, he retrieves an envelope and what appears to be a... recorder? Memories of your university days flood your mind, recalling how you used a similar device to record your professors' voices during lectures. "Those are ancient," you can't help but think, considering how iPhones have now made them somewhat obsolete.

"What's all that?" you ask, curiosity piqued.

"That," Will says, gently pushing the envelope toward you, "is a letter Fish wrote for you. He said you should open it when you feel ready."

You accept the envelope with trembling hands, fixing Will with an uneasy look. "Do you know... Do you know what's in it?" you inquire, seeking any insight Will could provide you with.

"I'm afraid I don't," Will responds with a sincere expression. "Fish wouldn't say. He was really secretive about it. He made me promise not to open it before giving it to you, as if I would do that. He said it's for your eyes only and that you would understand why he wrote to you."

"Frankie and I used to write letters to each other for years," you reveal to Will. "Even when he came back for good, we continued writing letters. It was our way of showing we cared. But we stopped writing them... It must have been around the time we realized I was pregnant with Ella."

"Then maybe Frankie wanted to show you that he still cared," Will cautiously suggests. "Maybe he wants to demonstrate that he wants to move forward, and that letter is the first step."

"Should I open it now?" you ponder aloud.

"Fish was adamant that you open it in your own time. If it takes you a year, he said he'd wait for you," Will explains.

You close your eyes briefly, but Ella's little scream pierces the room's silence, prompting you to rise and gather her in your arms. With a smile, you softly rock her. "Well, someone's a fussy lady," you comment, nuzzling her nose. Then, you turn Ella around to face Will. "Look who's here, peanut! It's your Uncle Will!"

Will smiles warmly as you approach with Ella, who continues to fuss in your arms. He makes some faces at her, and Ella seems enchanted by her handsome uncle. You settle back down in front of him, gently rocking Ella as you resume your conversation.

You gesture toward the other item in front of you and inquire, "What about the recorder?"

Will smiles gently before reaching for it and pressing play. "Hola Estrelita," Frankie's voice resonates from the small device, causing you to freeze in place. "I hope you're being good for your mama. You know how much she loves you. I love you so much, mi corazon. Papa loves you bigger than all the stars in the universe because you are Papa's favourite star!"

Tears stream down your face as Ella's fussing ceases, and she looks at you with curious eyes, as if silently asking, "Papa?"

"Frankie recorded around two hours of his voice on there. He said it was for Ella, so she wouldn't forget his voice while he was at... while he was away," Will explains. "You know how sentimental that old fish can be."

Overwhelmed with emotions, you struggle to find the right words as the recording momentarily stops, then resumes with Frankie's voice saying, "Hey Ella, mi amor..." In a rush, you press the stop button, needing a moment to collect yourself.

"This rehab... How long is it?" you finally manage to ask. "Frankie wouldn't have recorded 2 hours’ worth of content if it were just for a two-week stint, would he?"

Will takes a deliberate sip from his coffee, his gaze thoughtful, before he responds, "It's a four-month program. No outside contact for the first three."

You close your eyes, feeling a surge of anxiety as you tighten your grip on Ella. Sensing your unease, she pouts unhappily in your arms. "Four months? That... That's really long," you express, your voice filled with concern.

"It is," Will acknowledges, his tone understanding. "Frankie wants to make it stick. He doesn't want to half-ass it. When he sees you and Ella again, he wants to be worthy of you both. He wants to be worthy of this family."

"Is that what he told you?" you inquire, searching for clarity.

"His exact words," Will affirms, extending his hands towards you and placing them gently on your forearm. "Look, I know Frankie better than he knows himself. We served together for more than 10 years, and I genuinely consider him as another brother. But as much as I love him, I can see when Frankie is going down the deep end, just like I know you can. I guess we're all guilty of letting Frankie fall too far. We've always been accustomed to Frankie being the quiet, responsible one, so when he can't cope, we don't know how to help. But..."

"Will, please, you and the guys can't carry all that burden. I am his wife," you sniffle, your voice trembling. "I am his wife, and he has never come to me for anything. I thought I could help him heal, but I couldn't. It was my one job as his wife to take care of him. I even told myself that on the day we got married, you know," your voice wavers as you try to steady yourself for Ella's sake. "I told myself, 'You're going to care for that beautiful, kind man and you are going to make a home for him; he's been through enough.' Now tears stream down your face as you try to hide in Ella's tiny neck. "I couldn't help him, Will. I couldn't help him."

The sound of a chair scraping against the floor fills the room as Will makes his way around the table. He sits down next to you, pulling you close and wrapping his strong arm around you. "Come on, honey, let it all out. I'll hold you for as long as you need," Will says gently. And cry you do, releasing the pent-up stress, anger, and sadness of the past months, dissolving into Will's embrace. He remains sturdy, as he always has, holding you tightly while making sure not to disturb Ella, who rests quietly between the two of you. As you cry, Will softly hums, and strokes your upper back. Will has always felt more like a brother to you than your actual brothers. His love and kindness aren't contingent on anything. He is simply kind and understanding and oh-so wise. These days men like him, men who really listen are a rare breed. You know you can cry in front of Will without any judgment. In moments like this, when everything is dark and engulfing, it feels like the most precious gift to be heard and to be seen.

When your tears begin to subside, Will continues quietly. "Fish didn’t talk to you because he loves you," you can’t help but scoff at his words, but Will continues, steadfast as ever. "Now, wait, listen. I'm not saying it's right, or that Fish couldn't have handled things better. What I'm saying is that the things we've seen, the things we've done—it changes a man. The person we become out there, it's not the kind of person we want to bring back home. It's not someone we want to show to the ones we love. And you know Fish, he was never very good with words. But I do know one thing: Frankie loves you more than anything." Will lifts your head gently, meeting your teary eyes. "Fish made a lot of mistakes, and I'm not excusing any of them. It was unfair to us and unfair to you and Ella. But I know Fish, and you know Fish. I'm not saying you have to give him another chance once he's out of rehab.” Will continues

"All I'm saying is that it's really hard for people like us, and I know that even if you can't take him back, he will never regret striving to better himself for your and Ella’s sake" Will assures you. "And know that whatever you decide to do in 4 months, or in 6 months, or in a year, you'll have me and Benny in your corner, alright? We won't let shit go too far this time around. Yes Frankie will have us, but you'll also have us. We'll take care of you, and while Frankie is gone, Benny and I will hold down the fort. You won't be alone in this, I promise you."

His words wrap around you like a comforting embrace, offering solace and support. The weight on your shoulders feels a little lighter knowing that you have Will and Benny by your side. You glance up at Will, gratitude shining through your tear-streaked eyes.

"Thank you, Will," you whisper, your voice filled with emotion. "Thank you for being here, for understanding, and for taking care of us. I don't know what we would do without you."

Will's grip tightens around you, his voice filled with sincerity. "You don't have to thank me, sis. We're family, and family looks out for each other. We've got your back, no matter what. We'll weather this together."

As you nestle back into his comforting embrace, a flicker of hope begins to burn within you. Maybe, just maybe, with Will and Benny's support, you can find the strength to face the uncertain future and make the best decisions for yourself, Ella and for Frankie.

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nicoline1998enilocin · 7 months

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"Friends/coworkers to lovers" with rdj x female!reader, you decide the path, just fluff or fluff/smut... but like my nonnie friend, "I want to live the cliche of cliches" with the most precious, kind and gentle human being in the world 🥺

Precious

PAIRING | Robert Downey Jr. x Assistant!Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 3.1K

SUMMARY | Your girl's night turns unexpectedly when you accidentally butt-dial your boss, Robert, and he hears you confess your feelings towards him. Ever since that moment, he's trying to impress you every chance he gets, and when you finally talk about it with him, your life just turns out perfect.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. RPF, coworkers to lovers, mutual pining, swearing, accidental butt-dialing, jealous RDJ, smut ( a little bit of teasing, fingering, protected sex ).

A/N | Thank you for this sickeningly sweet request Nonnie, because I believe I've pulled almost all of the clichés out of the closet for this one heheh, but my goodness, was it a fun one to write! I hope you will enjoy what I did with this one 🖤

A/N 2.0 | I want to give extra special thanks to @buckys-wintersoldier for helping me develop ideas for this one! It's always great to work together; this one turned out amazing because of you!

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''Here you go,'' you say to your best friend, Avery, as you hand her a glass of white wine. Tonight is your night off, and you plan on having an uninterrupted girl's night with her.

''Thank you! I needed this after the week I've had,'' she groans as you let yourself sink into your couch, your glass in hand. She tells you all about her breakup - the reason she visited you in the first place.

''So, is there anything new in your love life?'' Avery asks, and you sigh as you shuffle in your place a little bit, and unbeknownst to you, you accidentally butt-dial Robert.

''Precious? Is everything okay? You know it's your day off-'' Robert says, but of course, you don't hear him, but he can hear everything you're saying though.

''So... you know my boss, Robert. Who doesn't know him?! But that's beside the point. Well, I've been in love with him for the bigger part of a year?'' you phrase it as a question, even though you know damn well it's true.

''But...?'' Avery asks.

''But I'm afraid that if I tell him, he'll fire me, and I'd be left without a job,'' you sigh. Robert feels his heart hurt slightly at the thought that you'd even think he'd fire you. You're the best assistant he could ever wish for, and he would never find anyone better than you. Not that he'd want to, of course.

''I'm sure he would never do that; you've been his assistant for nearly a decade!'' Avery says, and you know she's right, but it still doesn't change your thoughts.

Robert feels a little twang in his chest as he hears the way you think, and he's already planning on ways to make you feel better and make a move at the same time.

You sigh softly before taking a big gulp of your wine and closing your eyes for a second so that you can think about your options.

''I've been thinking about talking to him since I practically tell him every single thing, but telling him I've been head over heels with him, that I can't fucking think straight, and all I can think about is him bending me over the back of the couch and just rail me like there's no tomorrow,'' you say, and Avery just nods.

''And the worst of all is that he invited me as his date to a charity event, and my stupid brain somehow can't comprehend that it's just an evening of work and not an actual date,'' you vent.

''Babe, you should talk to him about this because this isn't healthy! I am one hundred percent sure you won't lose your job if you do; he's a reasonable man,'' Avery says, and after hearing those words, Robert hangs up, feeling guilty that he kept listening for so long.

If only he kept listening...

''You're right; it's just that I'm afraid of losing him more than my job. I can easily find another job anywhere else, but I will never find another Robert...'' you say before throwing back the rest of your wine and quickly filling it up with more.

The rest of the evening is spent gossiping until you're both too tired to keep your eyes open, so Avery decides to sleep over at your apartment just to be safe. She doesn't tell you she doesn't want you to be alone right now.

''Hi, Precious!'' Robert says as he's walking over to you, as you're seated in a coffee shop where the two of you are taking some time to catch up about non-work related things.

''Hi Robert,'' you say with a big smile as he sits down, and you push his coffee order towards him, together with a pastry for the two of you to share.

''What would I ever do without you?'' he says, and the smile he gives you has the butterflies in your stomach erupting into a frenzy, and your heart skips a few beats here and there as you take in his praise.

A smile tugs on the corner of your lips, and you can't stop commenting.

''Let's hope we'll never find out!'' you say as you shut your laptop; you can continue looking at dresses for the charity event Robert has invited you to attend alongside him.

He gives you a smirk as he looks at the same bit of hair that constantly falls into your face, and when Robert leans over to tuck it behind your ear, your brain shortcircuits for a few moments.

Your mouth is slightly open as you feel his fingers on your temple and behind your ear before softly sliding against your neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps.

When you snap back to reality, you gasp softly and blink a few times, unsure of what just happened, and you're pretty sure Robert noticed, but he didn't comment on it. It was not like he did it on purpose or anything like that.

''So, anything new in your life?'' Robert asks, and you quickly shake your head, maybe too soon for your liking.

''Still the same things, same people, same stress,'' you sigh as you try to give a small smile, hoping he's convinced and not as weirded out as you are.

''Been looking at dresses for the charity event though, so that's exciting,'' you quickly add, and your mind immediately wanders to a few beautiful dresses you've seen.

''Anything interesting so far?'' he informs because he plans to match with you for the evening, mainly because he's thinking about confessing his feelings to you that night.

''I've seen some nice ones, but nothing that stood out yet, actually,'' you say, though you can think of one dark blue dress that you can't get out of your head despite it being way out of your price range, even with the ungodly amount of money Robert pays you as his assistant.

''Can I see? I'm just curious what you're thinking at the moment,'' he says, and he gets up, only to slide onto the bench next to you, letting his thigh touch yours in a move that's innocent enough.

''A-Are you... sure?'' you ask, and he nods, so you grab your laptop and show him some of the dresses you've been eyeing, expertly avoiding the blue dress.

''Hm, I don't think I've seen the perfect one yet,'' Robert says, and you show him more until you need to use the restroom so when you're gone, he opens the tab you've been avoiding this whole time and snaps a quick photo as a reminder to order it for you, later.

The rest of the afternoon is spent catching up, and before you know it, it's time to go home again and go to bed early since you have some stressful days coming up.

Robert drops you off at home, and as soon as you set foot in your apartment, you sigh deeply, glad you made it through another day without completely embarrassing yourself in front of your boss.

Today's the charity event day, and you're in the shower to prepare for tonight. After a short run and a call with Robert about everything going down tonight, you're finally letting the warm stream of water calm your mind.

You opted to go for a silver floor-length dress so Robert will always look gorgeous no matter what color he chooses to wear, and he notified you he would be going for a blue outfit, which would fit beautifully with your dress.

After an extensive shower and an excellent hair and face mask, you're getting ready to grab a late lunch, so you won't have to worry about having dinner later than usual.

When you're about to make yourself a nice BLT sandwich, your doorbell rings, and you head over, unsure what to expect when you open the door.

When you swing the door open, there isn't anyone in front of the door, but instead, your gaze falls onto a large package on the floor, sporting a small note on the box saying ''Precious''.

You pick up the package and take it inside, placing it on your dinner table before opening it. You don't need to wonder who it is from because only one person calls you that.

As you lift the lid, you're greeted by the dark blue dress you couldn't afford and a shoe box with the Louboutin logo on the box. Your heart starts racing, and you immediately grab your phone to call Robert.

You decide to FaceTime him, and before he can even get a single word in, you're already talking and thanking him endlessly.

''Robert, how did you even know this is the dress I've been wanting so badly? And combined with these shoes, it's honestly too much; I don't deserve this...'' you say as you fight back tears, even if they're from enjoyment and happiness.

''You deserve to be spoiled occasionally, especially on a night like tonight. There is a huge chance not a single person will be able to take their eyes off of you, and I would love to show you off to everyone tonight,'' he says, and after some more convincing, you agree to wear it.

Robert will be arriving at the party before you, so he arranged for a car to pick you up and bring you to the party before going to his house after the party so you can sleep over there.

Your hair is done in a big bun to show off the dress, and the make-up look is in a similar shade of blue to compliment your clothing without looking like you're overpowering on the blue.

When the car arrives, you grab your silver handbag to finish the look, and you're off to the charity event, where Robert will be tonight as one of the guest speakers.

Your timing could not have been better because when you get out of the car, you see Robert on the red carpet as he's giving an interview, but he stops in the middle of his sentence when he sees you.

''Oh wow! She looks beautiful! That's my amazing assistant, everyone, and without a doubt, the most beautiful woman to walk this red carpet today,'' he says, and you can't help but feel a blush creep onto your cheeks.

''Hi Precious, you look gorgeous tonight,'' he says before pulling you to his side and kissing your cheek.

''You look amazing, too, Robert. If we didn't know any better, we would think you two matched on purpose!'' the interviewer said, and after that, the interview carried on as it was supposed to.

After the formal part of the evening, you walk over to the bar, ready to get a drink, and get stopped by a handsome man you recognize as Sebastian Stan.

''Hey, are you enjoying yourself tonight?'' he asks sincerely before ordering a drink and getting yours.

''I am! What about you?'' you ask, and you two get wrapped up in conversation for a while, so you don't notice Robert keeping an eye on you.

When Sebastian comes closer to whisper something in your ear, Robert suddenly appears by your side, ready to whisk you away right that very second.

''Can I talk to you for a moment, Precious?'' Robert asks impatiently, and you're immediately worried that something went wrong.

''It was good talking to you, Sebastian,'' you say before following Robert, and he said his goodbyes before ordering another drink and moving on with the rest of the evening.

''We should get out of here because I want to tell you something, and I'd rather not do it with all these people here,'' Robert says, and you nod in response, afraid of what's coming next.

Robert just walked you into his house, and you're sitting on his couch, impatient for what's to come. He grabs both of you a drink before sitting beside you, and you turn to face him.

''So... uhm-'' he starts, flustered before he even tells you about his feelings, let alone how he knows you share those with him.

''I'm just going to get it over with. When you were having girls' night with your best friend, you accidentally butt-dialed me, and I could hear you two talking. That means I heard your confession and must tell you I feel the same. I have felt the same for quite a long time, and when I knew you felt the same, I tried to go above and beyond to make you feel nothing short of special. I hope you will at least have one night with me, where I can show you how much,'' he says, and your mouth has fallen open after ''butt dialed''.

''A-Are you... I mean- Really? This isn't some sick joke, right? Because I would love nothing more than to spend the night and show you how much I love you, how much I've loved you for such a long time.''

After downing your drink in one go, you put your glass on the table and sit closer to Robert, and you let him cup your face with his big, warm hands as he pulls you in for the softest, most loving kiss you've ever shared with another human being.

When he pulls away, you keep your eyes closed, and your lip is pulled between your teeth to temper your excitement slightly.

''Want to move this party to the bedroom?'' you ask softly after you open your eyes, and you look into Robert's sparkling brown eyes as he nods before getting up.

When you're in the bedroom and seated on the edge of the bed, Robert turns on some slow jazz music to set the mood, and oddly enough, it's very calm instead of the heated night you expected.

''I want to make tonight special, Precious. I don't know how many more nights together we'll have, so I want to make the most of the one we have now,'' he says as he grabs your hands and guides you up so you're standing before him.

When you're up, his hands glide into your hair as he pulls you closer, his mouth finding you effortlessly and molding them to yours as if they're made for one another.

Your hands wander from Robert's chest up to his shoulder to take off his jacket, and when he pulls away, he shrugs it off, followed suit by his shirt that you've unbuttoned as well.

''Turn around, Precious,'' he whispers in your ear before placing a soft kiss beneath the shell, his scruff tickling you ever so slightly to make a giggle escape.

''You like it when I kiss you, don't you?'' Robert teases, and you nod swiftly while his hands glide down to the zipper of your dress, making you smile wide as he reveals the dark blue lingerie you're wearing.

You spin around slowly as he looks you up and down, and you pull your lip between your teeth again.

''That's my job now, Precious; I'm the only one who gets to bite this beautiful lip of yours,'' he says before capturing your lips again and nibbling softly on your bottom lip like he said he would.

After both getting completely naked, Robert guides you onto the bed, ensuring you're comfortable while littering kisses all over your chest and around your nipples, letting his hand glide over your thigh as he gets settled between them.

''You're perfect, Precious, and I can't wait to find out what it's like to come home,'' he whispers as he reaches over to the nightstand, grabbing a condom.

It's rolled on quickly, and after a few swipes through your folds, he finds your clit, rubbing it in short circles, which makes your breath hitch.

''R-Robert, please,'' you beg softly, and he listens without teasing as he's lining up with your entrance and sliding in slowly, letting you adjust to him.

A deep moan leaves your body, and your back arches off the bed as he slides in every so perfectly, and you're feeling somewhere north of heaven right now.

''I wish I'd told you years earlier... We got a lot to catch up on, Precious, because I'm not letting you go after tonight,'' Robert says as his warm breath ghosts over your lips before placing them on yours as he makes such slow, sweet love.

It doesn't take long for both of you to fall apart around each other, and if it were any other night, you'd have taken the opportunity to keep going until there's no more time, but this feels perfect.

When he's cleaned both of you up, he pulls you into his arms, and you talk for a little while before you fall asleep, still naked, but you don't mind. You've never felt more comfortable with Robert than you do now.

The following day, Robert slipped out of bed a little earlier and ordered some flowers from a local florist before preparing breakfast for you.

When you wake up, you notice Robert's not next to you, but you grab the shirt he wore last night and put it on with your panties before heading downstairs, where the smell of breakfast fills your senses.

''Mornin', Precious,'' he says as you walk into the kitchen with messy hair and his shirt, flashing his biggest smile as he recalls last night. It was nothing short of perfect.

''Thank you for everything, Robert. Yesterday was amazing, and I can't wait for more moments like it,'' you say as you pull him closer for a kiss, something you wished you could have done long ago.

Just as he's about to respond, someone rings his doorbell, and he goes to answer the door with a little jog, getting a big bouquet of red roses from the delivery man and tipping him generously.

''I got you a little something this morning because I wanted to show you just how much you mean to me,'' Robert says as he walks in with a bouquet of nearly 50 red roses and hands them to you.

''Oh my god, these are amazing! Thank you so much,'' you say before leaning in for one more soft kiss, and then it's time for breakfast and a meaningful conversation.

''This may be odd, but... what are we now? After last night, after our confessions, I don't think I can go back to just being your assistant,'' you say as you cut up some pancakes with maple syrup, putting them into your mouth as you look expectantly at Robert.

''First of all, I'd love for you to keep your job, so please don't worry about that, but I was also hoping you would be my girlfriend because there's not a single chance I'm ever letting you go, Precious,'' Robert says with a sweet smile, and your heart feels like it's going wild.

''I'd love to be your girlfriend,'' you say, and you seal it with a kiss.

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8bitscarlet · 2 years

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The Family Wedding

Summary: It was finally the day you had been dreading of ever since you first asked Wanda to be your date in her diner. You knew you couldn't get her to quit you but you knew that you had to quit, one way or another.

Pairing: Wanda x Reader

Genre/Warnings: Fluff (minor cussing, alcohol consumption, rich people)

Word Count: 9.1k

A/N: Another month and another finished series. The fourth and final part of The Family Christmas. This one went much, much longer than I was ever going to take this type of trope and I'm so glad that I did. The chapter word count also went longer than I thought but I hope y'all enjoy it! Happy Reading!

*please do not repost or translate my material or claim as yours. reblogs, comments and likes are always appreciated!*

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"No, no. Listen to me, never ever, let Bucky do a presentation alone," you wipe the side of your mouth with your hand, "You won't know a thing about stocks but you'll knew what he did Spring Break '09."

Wanda laughs, "In '09? Wasn't he a freshman in high school?"

You glance over at Wanda with a cock of your brow. She hums out as she props the lid of the box in her lap up, "Of course. He probably had a fake ID when he was born,"

Reaching over as you slow the car at the stoplight, you feel a sharp sting against the top of your had. You retract your arm quickly, glancing over from where the hit came from. Green eyes stare at you, wondering why you're staring at her with such shock on your face.

"Did you just slap me?"

Wanda gives a slow nod, picking up the donut you were reaching for, "I wanted that one."

Scoffing, you tap your chin with a thoughtful stare, "Who bought you those donuts?"

"Please. You could buy that whole company and get us donuts for free if you weren't lazy."

You roll your eyes, "Well, the donut wouldn't really be free. You know we've got to have profits and if I'm taking donuts, well then that'll cut into production costs to make more and," A sweet pastry slams into your mouth as you're about to start spewing numbers, frosting pressing up towards your nose. You gag slightly as you inhale a sprinkle, tasting the sweet chocolate as you try to not serve the car, coughing and chewing.

"I want to sleep on the flight. Not in the car, Y/N." Wanda glances at you as you try to quench the dryness inside of your mouth, finally getting the donut down after a few gulps.

Gasping out as you swish the thick chocolate frosting off your teeth with the water, you start to make the final curves to the airport, "You'll miss out on the meals."

Wanda chuckles, "Meals? What, a microwaved dinner and a bag of peanuts thrown at my face?"

You glance over at her, smirking slightly as she starts to put donuts in a bag to stuff in her backpack. She stops and looks at you, "Oh wait, allergies. They give out that snack mix now, huh? Fancy."

Chuckling to yourself, you tap the tickets in between the both of you, "I forgot, we're not flying economy, Wands."

Her eyes spark as you start to eye the signs to figure out where you're supposed to pull off, "Premium economy? Oh my god, should I bring my blanket? Will they give me a blanket? Do we get those warm face towels?"

You slow the car, starting to gather all of your stuff, "Business class gets the face towels."

Stepping out quickly, you practically jog around the car to help Wanda with her door. Trying to politely shove the valet out of the way as he reaches for the door. You make eye contact with him and watch him retreat away and head to the trunk, Wanda still rambling on and unaware of where you've parked.

"Oh, I just hope I can recline my seat a bit. I hate sitting straight up, y'know? Do we get a different shuttle here, too? Do they have face towels?"

You grin at her obsession with warm face towels as you toss your keys towards the valet with open hands and start to walk towards the entrance. But a hand grips yours and you turn around slowly, green eyes cautiously looking around at the front of the airport.

"Our bags?"

"They'll get them, don't worry," you say, "Thank you," you slide your hand from Wanda's as you give the valet a shake with some cash in your palm.

You take your bag from his hands as the other helps put Wanda's backpack up on her shoulders. Wanda whispers an embarrassed thank you as she tries to figure out where her suitcase is going. You wait for her to remember that the money you have isn't all talk and that you aren't the torn short and gym short wearing sloucher like you are with just her.

You're somewhere others might see you and recognize you. The last thing you need is your mother finding out you wore jeans on a flight. The scandal that could cause.

Wanda grabs your jacket and you turn to her, both of you standing close as you lean over slightly at her impatient yank, "I didn't have to make you peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, did I?"

You grin, "I am really excited about those actually," sliding your hand from the side pocket of your bag, you hold out her passport, "I got you pre-check, too. You're welcome."

She smacks your arm, "You stole my passport?!" Letting out a huff, she can't help the small grin on her face when she sees the laughter you hold in, "You better worship my sandwiches."

"Like a five star meal. Come on, we'll be late."

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You let out a sigh, scrolling through another endless email as you lounge in your seat. It's reclined, practically horizontal as you feel your eyes starting to fall as you read over the same sentence you've been reading all flight.

Wanda had been bursting with excitement when she saw the individual seats each person got up here. She had played with the divider between the two of you, a different face each time she closed and opened it. Trying to get you to laugh and not worry about what you were flying into and the crests that were packed in her suitcase.

Glancing over at her, Wanda's sitting upright. Her legs crossed in her seat as she swipes through all of the hours of entertainment on her suite's device. She stole your complimentary blanket and she's cuddled beneath it with hers. You take a sip of your drink, still seeing the same glow in her eyes that she had when she saw the bag of goodies waiting on her seat.

A childlike excitement and a realization in yourself of how much you'd taken for granted for so long.

Something flashes on your screen and you glance up with a chuckle. A message had been sent to your suite from seat 3A. Wanda's seat,

Hi.

You turn your head to look at her properly now, raising your brows as you slip off your headphones and rest them on your neck.

"Have you tried the lotion? My hands are so soft now," she grabs your hand and shares the extra lotion she has smeared on her skin. You hum, rubbing your hands together but trying to rub away the jolt of energy her touch sent through you, "Did you see the pajamas they gave us? And this cute little tea mug?"

You chuckle at the rise in pitch of her voice as she holds up the mug. She didn't mention your favorite little amenity of sitting up here. You lift up your foot that was hidden beneath your extra blanket and wiggle your slipper, covered foot. Wanda gasps at the sigh, searching through her stuff until she finds her own slippers.

"You know, after all this time, you've never told me just how rich you are."

You look up from your laptop with a thoughtful hum, "Well I mean, you know I'm comfortable."

"No shit," she scoffs as she glances to her left and sees the tray of warm towels waiting for her to pluck one from, "But like, can you buy a baker's dozen of nice cars or a baker's dozen of islands?"

Glancing at her as you press the warm towel against your face and groan at the relief, "Islands with a house to put each of those cars in."

Wanda was in the middle of taking a drink of her mimosa as you hear her gasp and then cough. She nearly drops the flute to the ground as she leans forward, pressing her hand against her nose. You shut the curtain to the aisle as you kneel in front of her, taking the once warm towel to wipe the seat.

"Hey, you can't get drunk before me. You okay?"

Wanda holds her towel to her nose, blowing out the rest of the drink that shot up from her cough, "And you only got me a week in Greece for my birthday?"

You can see her teasing smirk behind the towel as you climb back into your seat with a roll of your eyes, "Im' sorry. Was that private jet not to your liking? Or was it only waiting five minutes to get into that local restaurant?"

She eyes you carefully, "Thank you for not taking me to one of those Michelin restaurants."

You give a hard laugh, forcing a grin on your face, "They're too posh for me. Besides, you leave feeling hungry anyways."

Wanda rests a hand on your arm, her thumb stroking along your skin. You glance at her quickly, looking back at your laptop before a blush can form on your face. Wanda can hear the stiffness in your laughs, the way your eyes glaze over as you play through every horrible thing that can happen at this event.

"Are you alright?"

There's no use trying to hide anything from her. You may not be a couple on the way to getting married at the end of the year, but she knows you like she is. A deep connection between the two of you that you are so scared to lose. You sigh and close your laptop, gently picking yourself up to close Wanda's suite door and not just the curtain.

Just in case someone you know is on this same flight, the last thing you need is more gossip in your aunt's ears.

"I just... I can't believe you still want to do this."

Wanda tilts her head as she rests on her seat, "I mean, I get to fly first class."

You hum, leaning forward and going to swipe at your screen. Trying to find a distraction, to not think about all of the guilt and selfishness that has been gnawing at you for months. All the crap you've made Wanda go through and what she's putting on hold for you.

And your anger towards her for not being just as selfish and just taking your money to run to the other side of the country, away from you. Wanda knows you too well, as she pulls your arm back to the armrest.

Leaning back into the seat, her fingers smooth out the folds along your shirt, "Hey, it's just me. Not your family. You know you can be honest with me."

"I'm going to figure out how to make sure you finish out your degree," you nod, making it a promise.

"Y/N..."

You shake your head before she can spew that crap of taking a break, "No, this isn't more important. This is not what you want to do with your life. Putting up with me. With my family."

"You still haven't told me what you want to do with your life. Your dreams. You know all of mine."

Wanda's fingers trace down your arm, tickling along the inside of your palm. You just stare at each other, nothing but the white noise of the plane engines. Her green eyes try to pull you open, just to find a crack in you.

And you hold on for dear life on a quiet dream only you know. A dream filled with green eyes and not a single suit in your closet. A dream of calm days and nights with callused hands and no spreadsheets. A dream of raising a family that didn't pull at turtlenecks every Christmas.

There's a knock and for the first time, neither of you move to make it seem like you're in love. There's no faking anything in this moment. There's no thought to hide anything from anyone here. It's just the two of you.

"Making sure you get to live your dreams," you whisper, answering her request to be honest.

The door slides open with your first meal of the flight and you smile at the attendant as you lean back to set up your tray. You take the food and clear your throat as you carefully unroll your cloth napkin. Wanda is silent, poking at her salad and eyes all of this food on her tray. You wait for her to glance with a side eye, planning on how she's going to steal your cookie, but you know she's not thinking about that.

Quietly, you reach around for your bag and rummage around for a moment before your hand wraps around a plastic container. Bringing it up to your tray, you pop open the lid and hold up half of a sandwich over to Wanda.

She glances over, chuckling with a slight blush. She takes it as you hold your half of the peanut butter and jelly sandwich, tipping it towards her as she tips towards you. Cheering with the sandwiches, you grin as you see the small smile spread across her lips.

"Bon appetit," she whispers to you.

You laugh and bite into the most perfect sandwich you've ever had, "Ah see. We'll make a fancy woman out of you yet."

Wanda rolls her eyes, "I'm not taking French classes," she scoffs, watching you stuff the rest of the sandwich in your mouth, "And we'll make you a commoner yet."

Her eyes rest on yours for a moment, both of you chewing quietly. The way she looks at you, it almost feels like she can read your mind. Grinning, she shimmies closer to your armrest and takes the remote for your screen, "Okay, these are the movies I want to watch. There is absolutely no debate."

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Clearing your throat, you smooth out your jacket and take careful step towards the large white tent in front of you.

The time between the plane landing and you having to slip into your wedding attire wasn't long enough, you found. Your head felt like it had barely rested on the pillow before Wanda was shaking you awake softly, whispering that it was time to get up.

You grumbled the whole time as you slipped into a suit just to go get ready somewhere else. She nodded, agreeing with your half mumbled words as she handed you all your things and shoved you out the door. You didn't see her again until the ceremony and even then, you couldn't be next to her.

She was just far enough away from you that you couldn't hold onto her for reassurance or listen to her whisperings as she made fun of your cousins. You had to stand around in the wedding party, trying to sneak glances at her in a beautiful dress that was showing just enough to make your eyes linger.

You know she noticed your stare, the slight blush in your cheeks as she mouthed out for you to behave as you wished she knew you weren't staring to feed into the lie. You were staring because she was drop dead gorgeous and you desperately wanted to be sitting next to her in that pew.

Despite your desperation to be near Wanda, the ceremony went smoothly enough. Not much room to cause a ruckus inside of a church. You had made eye contact with your father as you walked down the aisle with the wedding party but you couldn't read anything from him. Wanda steadied you with small grins as you stood up there, when she wasn't trying to corral Bucky with his fidgeting.

Now though, it was no man's land and your father could come around at any moment. And that any moment would certainly be after he had a few too many glasses of whiskey neat. You shudder at the thought as you can see the long tables with far too many flowers on top. All of the personalized drinkware and all the different utensils you're going to have to remember how to use for dinner.

Wanda's arm is hooked in yours, a simple burgundy dress to match the splash of color on your clothes. Your mother didn't have anything planned for her and Wanda was thankful, making comments on how uncomfortable some of the other dates were looking. You nod along, your eyes washing over the entering crowd but not taking anything in, your mind a thousand miles away.

Taking in a deep breath as you walk into the air conditioned tent, you let out a groan. Barely a step inside and you're already running into roadblocks that stop a somewhat enjoyable evening.

"Fuck me," you whisper with a turn of your head as Wanda continues to glance behind you. You duck your head as you mutter through the name cards on the table and try to find your seat quickly and without making eye contact with another certain someone.

"Oh my god," Wanda chuckles as she pulls at your arm to keep you where you are, "Is that your ex?"

"Yes," you whisper sharply and walk towards the bar. Glancing back to get Wanda, you watch in horror as her arm raises and she waves, "Wha- Don't wave!"

Wanda giggles as you drag her towards the bar, "They kind of look like me," she hums, "You have a type, Y/N. Oh god, imagine if we wore the same dress. The embarrassment."

You glare ahead of you, staring at your ex dressed in a flowing and incredibly expensive white dress, "Yes. Totally embarrassing."

Your fingers clench the bartop as you let out a heavy breath. Jaw clenched tightly as you yank at your collar, trying to loosen the thick fabric that's pressing into your jugular. Eyes are on you, you can feel it. The quiet whispers as those who walk past, commenting on who's on your arm.

A hot flash runs through your body as you try to think of something to cool you down and clear your head.

"Hey," Wanda pulls you from the bar to let others order and you watch some of your cousins glancing at the two of you. Whispering, snickering.

You lean against the side of the bartop as Wanda thanks the attendant and hands you a glass of water to try and cool you down. She stands in front of you, smoothing out your shirt, "Relax. Everything's going to be fine. We've done this a million times."

You shake your head, the ice shaking in your hand, "They've probably rigged the bouquet and garter toss so we're forced to get married."

She grabs your face and snaps your wandering eyes to her, "Stop it. We're only here to show that we came. Talk to a few people, leave and go get drunk. Okay? Can you do that?"

You grab her hands softly, rubbing them with your thumb as you bring them down between you, "This isn't fair to-,"

Wanda steps forward, her lips pressing against yours and stopping you from finishing that thought. You take in a deep breath, standing up straighter as you drop her hands. Arms wrap around her waist as her fingers grip your jacket roughly. Her lips move against you, not a small peck to keep up appearances. It's a deep kiss, rough. As if the world doesn't exist around you and for a moment, you truly forget it exists.

Her forehead rests against yours for a moment, the both of you slowing your breaths, "Are you going to stop now?"

Taking in a slow breath, you hum, "I'm sorry."

"I swear, I'll kiss you again," Wanda's fingers wrap around your jacket collar tighter but her voice is soft, almost like she's asking.

"She has to threaten you with kisses now?" Steve walks up, sharing a laugh with Wanda as he gives her a hug.

Bucky comes from the side and jabs your side but you restrain yourself from grabbing him in a headlock. But he can see it in your eyes, you'll be keeping count tonight and every time he pisses you off, he's buying a round tonight. He doesn't care and gives Wanda a tighter than necessary hug and purses his lips,

"You can threaten me with kisses, babes."

Wanda rolls her eyes as she shoves his face away but doesn't push him away completely. She snaps, holding out her hand as he gives her a confused look.

"Oh, do not start playing coy, Mr. Barnes." She unbuttons his jacket and slides the flask from the inside pocket. Giving it a shake to see how much is left, she holds it out to you, "Drink."

You scoff, pushing it away before prying eyes can see it, "What? There's an open bar literally right here,"

Wanda sighs, "It's your third cousin four times removed or something. You really think they bought the top shelf?"

You look over at the boys and they make an impressed face, nodding that she's completely right as they peek behind the bar. You grin, grasping the flask and take a sniff of the strong liquor hidden inside.

"You're amazing."

"I know," Wanda whispers and leans forwards, "Now drink."

You take a long swig. Shivering at how it slides down your throat and warms your body as you slam it back into Bucky's chest. Wanda shoos them away and waits for you to calm yourself down.

"You're going to be okay?"

Straightening out your back and broadening your shoulders, you take the tumbler of cheap whiskey she hands you as she holds her flute of champagne. You gaze around the thickened crowd and try to pick out familiar faces, remembering which ones to avoid and who to talk with.

"Don't let go of me," you whisper down into her ear as she settles into the crook of your arm.

You make your steps important as you head towards one person only. You don't want to have unimportant conversations with cousins that didn't matter. You needed people to remember you were here so you could leave earlier. Preferably before the cake was cut and the drunks got too drunk.

"Oh! Mother, you're here."

As you step to her, you wish that you hadn't come to her first now. Your father was probably preferable at this point. She's looking around in disgust and glances over at Wanda with a tight smile, "And where would I be? Spain?"

You clench your brows slightly, "No, I... I just tried to get a hold of you when we landed. And we did get here before you, I thought you would've checked the bouquets."

"I was very busy," your mother starts to walk away and you glance at Wanda. She pushes you forward to step in time with your mother, "Why is it so important where I am?"

You jog ahead of Wanda as she whispers to Bucky, "It's not. It's just a little odd, Mother."

"Well I'm here now, aren't I? So, it isn't odd," she looks at Wanda with a sigh, "The crest goes on the right side, not the left."

"Mother, it looks-,"

"And cotton tablecloths with folding chairs? What is this? In my day, people sat in real chairs."

You step in front of her, making her actually look at you and not at cotton tablecloths and cheap vases, "Hey, what's going on?"

Your mother sighs, playing with the lock on her clutch before she rests her eyes on your face, "I wanted your fiancee to be presented in a beautiful, elegant ballroom. God knows, your father already has enough ammo."

You raise your brows, "Fiancee? Mother, we haven't discussed anything."

"There's Elise," your Mother has a disgusted look on her face before she quickly forces a grin through, "I'm going to go have a talk with her about the proper height for a taper."

Wanda stands next to you, "Is it supposed to be on the left?"

Taking Wanda's hands before she tries to fix the crest in her hair, you let your fingers intertwine with a sigh, "No, she's just being picky. Pretty sure she shared some words with my father. And there are my aunts. They look especially excited to talk to you."

You wave slightly as Wanda turns wide-eyed, “Do not leave me with them.”

With a soft peck, you watch as one leaves the herd to come fetch her, “Family traditions, darling.”

Steve walks up beside you as you watch a helpless Wanda being practically dragged across the way. To be asked a billion questions about you and her. If you’ve finally popped the question, what kind of seat you got her on the flight and if you were sharing a bed at the hotel.

“How is she handling everything?” Steve sips on his drink as you slide a hand in your pocket and play with the small ring pouch.

You sigh, “As long as I can keep her from another experience with my father, I think she’ll make it out of all of this unscathed.”

He hums, “You do know he’s expecting a ‘hello’ tonight, right?”

“You his new pet?” you ask, not snappy or rude that he’s taken your place. But pity, you know the weight of the universe on Steve’s shoulders right now and you wish you could throw it all back at your father.

“Let’s just say,” Steve clears his throat as his eyes scan for Bucky, “you don’t get mentioned much anymore. You’re the lucky one. Don't worry, I'll keep an eye out for you.

You let out a small laugh as he gives a wink and heads off into the crowd, thankful that he’ll try to get you through tonight without having to see that man. The last thing you wanted to do today was engage in a screaming match. And with how your mother is already ticked off, you can only imagine the foul mood he’s in right now.

For now, Wanda is trying to catch your eyes. Pleading for you to come save her and you quickly down the rest of your drink. Your aunts have practically circled her, not giving her an outlet and you shake your head. She’ll never know a moment's peace if she keeps up this charade.

Twisting your cummerbund, you start to make your way over to save Wanda. She doesn’t see you amongst the sea of hats and you step inside the circle, resting a hand on her waist.

“Hi, could you come with me? My cummerbund and I aren’t seeing eye to eye.”

“Speaking of the devil, totally helpless as always. Excuse me,” your aunts laugh at Wanda’s sass as you pull her away from the vultures.

Once you’re far enough away, Wanda steps in front of you and helps you fix the fabric. The aunts are no doubt still watching, “Oh, you saved me. I love you. I wanna get married to you.”

You roll your eyes, “I saw that look. Same one you had the night you ate a whole pie by yourself.”

“Ugh. I didn’t know talking about myself could be so exhausting.”

Before you can answer, your Mother pops up out of nowhere, shocking you as you step back. She rests her hand on your arm, “Y/N, have you seen your father?”

“I haven’t really been looking out for him.”

Your Mother sighs, “He promised me he’d be here by now,”

Your eyes glance over to Wanda, she’s already searching, “Hold on, you didn’t come together? Did you call him?”

“Yes, I called him,” your Mother snaps as you rest your hands in your pockets, “Of course, I called him. I wouldn’t go this long without calling him.”

She’s worried, panicking about where he might be. You know he likes to sneak off to smoke cigars and drink too much alcohol, the reception hasn’t even started yet. The amount of times you’ve had to go find him and drag him back to your mother, only to be reprimanded and belittled the whole walk over.

Wanda grabs your hand and brings you back to her, “Charles, he’s here.”

Both of you turn but you're the only one with a set jaw, glaring straight ahead as you watch him with a triple shot in his glass already.

"Oh Charles, where have you been?" your Mother walks over to him and you can see them starting a quiet argument.

Trying not to gather an audience but eyes are already locked on them. You choose not to be one of them and turn to look at Wanda.

“I can’t look. Are they arguing about the cloth tablecloths?”

Wanda glances over your shoulder, “No, no. They’re energetically practicing their interpretive dance for tonight.”

You sigh and Wanda’s hand slips in yours, “Don’t worry. I’m not letting you go,”

And she doesn’t. Some part of her keeps a hold of you throughout the evening. Checking up on you with each tight laugh you let out and every new drink you got. Making sure you sipped on water and tried to get you to breathe deeply even with a stiff collar.

She collected up Steve and Bucky as the night continued on, knowing that strength was in numbers. If the aunts dragged her away again, she needed to make sure you were okay.

The four of you stayed together as much as possible. Thankfully, you had been sat together and you didn’t have to deal with unending questions about what your relationship with Wanda meant. What it meant for her to be wearing the family crest in her hair. What it meant for her to still be with you after all these months. What it meant to have the outline of a family heirloom in your pocket.

When Wanda saw you starting to get stressed after dinner, she’d grab your hand and drag you out to the dance floor and try to get you to loosen up. Being mixed in the crowd helped you both to stay away from family and just focus on each other, something you were hoping to do all night long, clinging to the hope that you knew would be ripped away from you sooner or later.

It was starting to grow later in the evening and the music was growing less classical as the older guests were leaving. You stepped aside for Wanda to dance with the boys as you quietly discussed some quick numbers with a cousin because work never truly stopped. Steve already had to exit the tent to make phone calls through the night.

“Excuse me!” A familiar sing song voice came from behind you as fingers wrapped up in your cummerbund and pulled you to her, “No working.”

You shrug and follow behind Wanda, grabbing her hand and spinning her out from you. She comes back to you, “When do we get out of here?” her hand rests in yours as the song starts to transition into something slower.

“I think we’ve avoided my father for as long as we can.”

Wanda nods and smooths back some of your hair, “Need me to do the talking?”

“Talking? You mean cussing him out,” you chuckle, saluting the boys and walking away as you hold onto Wanda’s hand.

But your confident steps falter when you see the burly man on the other side of the tent. You freeze, a sense of dread running through you. Wanda rubs her hands across your shoulders and tries to keep you grounded.

“There’s still time to propose,” she jokes as her chin rests on your shoulder, “Eyes are on us.”

You sigh, turning your head and pulling her closer to your side. Close enough for your lips to skim against hers and she presses against you for a quick peck.

A small promise that she’ll stand by your side. That she isn’t going anywhere without you. But a small part of you wishes she would. Wishes she would explode out in a fake breakup, to end all of this fake dating and escape a life of the same old, same old.

“Get this over with,” you mutter to her and you both walk up to what could possibly be the worst way to end this charade.

“These whiskeys all have multiple malts. This is exactly why they are a third cousin,”

“Just come sit down,” your Mother insists, tired from putting up with him all evening, “I think you’re being irrational.”

He lets out a huff, his face already burning red from all the alcohol he’s had, “I’m going to finish my drink.”

“You won’t be happy until you spoil everything for Y/N this evening, will you?” Your Mother bites her tongue from saying more as you stop behind your Father.

“Father,” you call out to him but he either pretends not to hear you or wants you to try again. You practically snarl out his name again, louder and sharper and gather the attention of more than just him.

“Ah, there you are. I’m surprised you aren’t still squabbling with those ruffians you call friends at that diner that serves roadkill.”

You sigh, can’t even make it one sentence with some fake pleasantries. Wanda grips your arm tightly, “We don’t serve roadkill at the diner.”

Your father’s smile tightens, “Well, good for you. And it seems you’re still keeping up the farce if she’s here.”

“The farce?” You say through grit teeth and Wanda keeps you attached to her side.

“You really expect me to believe this girl has fallen in love with you? You might have your mother fooled but I know you. And beyond that, you’re letting this floozy strut around with our family crest? For everyone to see?”

The pain on Wanda’s face is all it takes to finally snap you out of your obedient ways. You could stand there all day and let him belittle you and tell you how much of a disappointment you were to the family name. But to take Wanda’s name and throw it in the mud, you couldn’t stand by a second longer.

In fact, you lunge forward. Escaping Wanda’s grasp as you grip his tailored tux with a fury, listening to his drink fall and crash from his hand all over the floor. People gasp around you and Wanda tries to pull you back but you can feel the shaking anger through your veins.

“Enough! I have lived my life listening to your constant denigration! But you will not speak that way to Wanda. Do you understand me?”

You flick him away from you and towards the bar, his back smacking against the bartop. He looks around as he clears his throat, smoothing out his tux in front of prying eyes, “Do not continue making a fool of yourself. You have a social responsibility, Y/N.”

Rolling your eyes, you rip your collar open, “I am so tired of hearing you say that!”

“And I am growing tiresome of your childish antics! People expect us to be at certain places and to do certain things! You are expected to do things for the company and that means not making a fool out of our name! Do you know what I am going through at work because of your stunt?”

You raise your arms, “Father, your whole life isn’t that damn company! The same way my world doesn’t revolve around destroying the company! You think I’m doing this to be petty? Fine, believe what you want because what can you do, Father? You’ll cut me from your inheritance? I don’t give a shit!”

There’s gasps among the crowd from your language but you give them all a look. You know they say worse at their little tea parties or golf tee times.

“Y/N, calm down.” Wanda presses against your back, trying to get you to walk with her.

“You know what, I’ll do you one better,” you snap at him, “I quit! I quit the business, I quit this goddamn family. Write me out of everything!” Your Father glances around as you step towards him, clenching your fists, “All I wanted from you was a ‘good job’, ‘I’m proud of you’. Are you even capable of saying those words?”

He stutters but composes himself quickly. Standing straighter and you let out a scoff, not knowing why you even gave him one last chance.

“I didn’t think so. Hey, you know what. Here’s something you’ll be proud of because you’ll have been right.”

Wanda grips your arm tighter as you take another step forward and lower your voice, “This thing between Wanda and I, you knew it right from the start didn’t you? That if I ‘lowered’ myself down to a waitress in a diner, I’d never come back to your damn legacy. Well, congratulations to you because we’re not dating!”

As you were talking, you didn’t notice a hand slip into your pocket. Dainty fingers you’ve come to find comfort in resting in your hand carefully sliding something on with a heavy weight.

“We’re engaged!” Wanda slides her arm from yours as you feel your eyes widen and heart drop to your stomach, watching her extend her hand. Your Father coughs and you watch him for the first time in your life lose composure. The sight sends a heavy breath through your slack jawed mouth. The old man is human and has fears and they’re all playing out in front of him.

An announcement for the first dance echoes out across the sea of murmurs and your father knows he needs to be close by for a speech.

“Do not move,” he growls, shooting daggers at Wanda as he glances around at the whispers growing around him.

“Good luck handling this scandal,” you whisper with a calm voice, Wanda’s hand slips in yours as you let out a sigh, “I’m sorry for the shock, Mother.”

She gives a look, unsurprised that you’d do that to cut your father’s legs out from under him but she gives you no words. She’ll call later tonight after he goes to sleep. You walk quickly with Wanda, practically shoving through the crowd as they try to lean in to see Wanda’s hand and the ring on her finger. You escape out of the tent and your stride grows long as you try to get to the valet.

“Are you alright?” Wanda whispers as you wait for your car and start to slowly unbutton your shirt

“Just don’t let go of me,” you whisper and her grip grows tighter on your arm.

Glancing over, she gives you a small grin, “I’ve got you.”

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A glowing phone is burned behind your eyelids as you open the door to your hotel suite. The words 'Congratulations' sent a cold weight through your chest as the email was celebrated for a silent and lonely second before Wanda switched off her phone. Switcher off her phone to make sure you are okay, to let you hold onto her hand as you stared steely out of the windshield.

Rubbing your forehead, you officially untuck your shirt and kick off your shoes, “Well, what’re you gonna do now?”

Wanda looks at you questioningly, “What do you mean? I’m getting us food.”

You pinch your nose, “Shit. I gotta look to see if I can get the rest of your money out.”

“Y/N?”

You quickly pull out your phone and swipe to your app, “He might not shut everything tonight because he’s drinking. But, shit.”

Wanda tries to grab your phone but you’re already turning away from her to get out of her grasp, “Have you seriously never thought that maybe I was doing this for more than money? I put up with this bullshit game that you call family time. I stood there silent like a trophy wife while you got berated when you weren’t like them. You really think I did everything for money?”

You stand there, knowing that if she stays, it will be this night on repeat until your father is gone from this world. Constant beratings and silent whispers amongst the family everytime Wanda is there for the holidays or events. As you watch her hold out her hands, waiting for you to speak, you realize your father was right.

Everytime you met with him, he’d start off with the same phrase each time, Cut the ties. You needed to cut all ties with her, “This was a mistake.” All ties, it was the only thing that would save her from this.

Wanda walks up to you, trying to hold you in place, “We have to have had some type of connection where you know I’m not about the money, Y/N. And I know that you’re not either.”

You shake your head, “I can fix this. I can still fix this,” you tear the cummerbund off your waist, “I’ll come clean to them. Tell them what happened.”

“You’re not even listening to me,”

You groan, you’re listening but you’re trying to listen to your guilt more, “Wanda, this company is all I know. It was my first job and it was supposed to be my only.”

Wanda runs her hands through her hair, wanting to slap you, "You're not happy!"

“And I’ve been trying to get you to leave so you don’t have to live this! So you can be happy!”

“Y/N! I would’ve left after the Fourth of July bullshit but…” she waves you away, walking quickly from you as she picks up her dropped heels.

You watch her walk away, brows clenched as she disappears into her room. Your arm falls to your side,

“Why didn’t you?”

It’s a thick silence inside the suite and you stand there in silence, waiting for her to come back to you. You stand there, eyes glued to the doorway as you mull thoughts around your brain. Debating whether you should spill out the truth for her and let her decide where she wanted to go with everything.

Whether she would work with you or run away. Despite her saying she wasn’t about the money, you were still terrified. Terrified of the power she had over you and the pain you’d feel if you never saw those green eyes again.

After what feels like an eternity, she comes out with wavy auburn hair and her robe tied around her body. But she doesn’t say a word, just stares at you with a thousand words on her lips.

“You get mad that I don’t listen and now you’re not talking. I don’t know what you want from me!”

She groans out loudly, “You! I want you, you absolute fucking idiot! I’m in love with you!”

The words hit your ear as your phone hits the floor. You stare at her as your lips part with a rush of air that was supposed to be your response. Her eyes search for something inside of yours, but all you can do is stare in shock. Shock that she’d ever say those words to you. That maybe all of this time, you two could’ve ended all of this months ago.

“Yeah, you can save your breath. I should’ve just taken the damn money,” she mutters, going to the phone in the living room to order food as she continues about how you’re always right and she should just listen to you.

But the words are mumbled and distant by the time you hear them. You move forward, stepping with slow steps that speed up as you cross the room. Her fingers twist around the cord, unaware of you growing closer and you slam into her without warning.

She gasps as your arms wrap around her waist and yank her towards you. Surging forward, your lips find hers and they form against yours as perfectly as every other time. Your kiss is desperate, more desperate than it’s ever been. You turn her into the couch hard, nearly tipping her over as it scratches along the floor.

You barely notice though, her fingers running through your hair as you pull her so close into you that she leans with your body. Deepening the kiss as she sighs out, you realize everything you’ve ever dreamed was right here in your arms and you couldn’t fight it any longer. The world, in this sweet and quiet moment, only held the two of you.

You’re both breathing hard as you force yourself to release your lips from hers, foreheads pressed against one another. Keeping your eyes shut, her fingers travel along your back as you listen to a quiet hum come from her lips. You grin, running your thumb along her cheek and wrap your other arm around her tighter, never wanting to let her go. There’s a soft click and you hear footsteps but your grin never falters from the beautiful way her eyes shimmer just for you.

“We brought alcohol- oh shit!”

“I told you! I fucking knew it!”

A familiar voice cuts through the air and Wanda pushes you off of her, “Why the fuck is she here?” Wanda laughs and smacks your arm.

You grimace at the hard hit, no doubt all her pent up stress from having to deal with you, “She was supposed to surprise you. She was a bit upset that I didn't invite her to Greece.”

You pull Wanda back to you with a groan, watching the grin on her face as she sees how desperately you want her near, and nuzzle your face against her neck, “But I’m going to kill Bucky for ruining this,”

“And what’s he interrupting?” Wanda whispers,“We can continue right now,”

You raise your brows as you pick up your head, “Really? Right in front of them? Want to give them a show?”

She rolls her eyes as she turns in your arms, pressing her back against you, “You gave them the room key, pervert.” But she pulls your arms around her tighter and you breathe in sharply, listening to her quiet hum.

“Okay, we get it. Making up for lost time. We don’t need to see you two swapping spit.”

Pressing your lips against the side of her head, you sway lightly as you rest your chin on her shoulder with a grin, “Did Steve get out of the blast zone?” You knew he’d have the difficult process of handling the aftermath of you stepping down, handling all of that public relations hell.

Bucky bobs his head side to side, “Your father might be losing two of his best employees and one of his worst.”

Wanda turns in your arms as she pats your chest, “Look at you and all of your good deeds. I knew you were a good person,”

“Yeah. Like really, really deep inside,” Natasha takes a beer from the pack she’s carrying as you stick your tongue out.

Bucky walks up gingerly and holds out two bottles for you and Wanda, “So… what’re we celebrating? Escaping your father?” He glances back at Natasha and they both tilt their heads and bat their eyes, “True love?”

You chuck your bottle cap at him, “Neither. Wanda getting accepted into graduate school.”

Bucky’s eyes go wide as he widens his legs and his arms shoot up with his yells of excitement. He had helped Wanda practice for all of her interviews and essays when Nat was working. You can remember coming out from a meeting in your office, seeing the two of them talking out ideas and through his notes. He’s probably more excited about this than Wanda is. He wraps her up into a huge hug, bounding her around as he squeezes her tightly.

Natasha was by you, jumping out of Bucky’s bulldozing path. She wraps her arms around you in pure happiness before she makes a beeline towards them and gets right into the jumping hug filled with screams of congratulations. Her beer explodes out in foam but no one stops until their voices grow hoarse from yelling.

“We are totally raiding the kitchen now!” Nat pushes a reluctant Bucky towards the door before he can try to find shot glasses and gives the two of you a wink, “Bucky, do you think I should go back to being a redhead?”

He spins around, wide eyed and walking willingly now to leave the start of a party, “You’re a redhead?”

You sigh and wrap your arms around Wanda’s waist as the door clicks shut, grinning down at the confused look she still has on her face. She pokes your side with a shake of her head,

“How’d you know?”

You shrug, “Saw it in the car. Why didn’t you tell me?”

Wanda bites against her lip, “I was seeing how you were handling being poor,”

“Oh, look at you. Already making jokes while I’m suffering,” you grin, watching her roll her eyes and flick your cheek, “So… you love me. Even now that I can’t buy you a baker’s dozen of islands?”

“Even more because you can’t. Those are thoughtless gifts,” she giggles as she kisses you but it’s cut short when you feel her lips turn down, “You know I have to leave the state, right?”

You nod, “I remember where you applied.”

She holds onto you tighter, “Come with me?”

You cock a brow but before she can let you talk she fills the split second of silence, “Hey, I don’t want to pressure you. I know that it’ll be the first time you’ve never had a safety net. But… I’ve seen how that safety net held you back from so many things. You… I guess I wonder if you’ve thought about what you need. Not what your family name needs.” She squeezes your hands, “You don’t have to decide anything now, okay? Just give it a thought. But if we want to do this long distance, we already did the faking it trial.”

Grinning, you place your hand gently on her mouth, “I was never faking it. And I’ve already decided… that we pack our bags right after we do some more kissing. Then,”

“Oh, there’s a then?” You press your lips against hers before she can say anymore and rile you up.

“Then we leave and kiss some more. That’s what I’ve decided.”

Wanda wraps her arms around your neck and her lips press against yours, proving that you’d never want any other lips on yours, “Well then, it’s a good thing I cashed those checks huh? Looks like I’ll be taking care of you,”

“Oh, I have other ways I can take care of you,” you wiggle your brows, taking her feet up from under her and carrying her towards the bedroom. She slaps at you to put her down but you keep walking.

“They’re going to be back with the food!” she warns you as you chuckle and drop her onto the bed and watch as her face lights up, “And then we can start making all those lovely noises so they leave it all for us.”

Leaning over her, you nod, “You are amazing, Wanda.”

“I know, darling. You aren’t so bad either.”

Opening your mouth to start a long train of comebacks, she grabs your collar and pulls you down, “Don’t ruin the moment. Just kiss me.”

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You chuckle, brushing a piece of Wanda's hair behind her ear as you rest your forehead on hers. Her hands grip your shirt tightly, breathing in slowly as she tries to hold herself together a moment longer. There's a tightness in your chest, her soft words still ringing in your ears and pulling a grin on your lips.

"Oh, I'm going to be in so much trouble," your lips brush against hers as she sighs up at you.

Wanda giggles quietly, "We can't use getting engaged as an excuse anymore. Two time limit."

You smile, opening your eyes and looking at those twinkling green eyes in front of you. The breeze rolls past you, sending a shiver through your body but you can barely notice. Only feeling the warmth that builds inside of your chest.

"When you lovebirds are ready, my nipples can cut glass."

You glare off to the side at Bucky, holding his little notecards with a tight grin and shiver. Wanda pats your cheek as she reaches behind her, whispering to her redheaded best friend. Turning, you hold out your hand and watch as Steve plops a ring that once held the entire weight of the world within its band, in your hand. You mouth a thank you as he gives a wink, watching you draw in a breath before you turn back around.

Holding up the band, Wanda looks at the glinting stone with an excited stare. Totally different from the scared stare she had three years ago.

"This was my grandmother's ring. It's yours now. And so am I."

Wanda draws in a shaky breath as you slide the band onto her finger, lining it up with her engagement band. Bucky leans forward and you groan but Wanda holds onto your hand,

"How much did Steve loan them for this ring?"

Wanda gives him a wink, which pulls another groan from you as she continues to talk to the online ordained man, 'Wouldn't need a loan if they sold one of their beach houses."

"Alright, read from those stupid notes there and let's finish this up," you wrap your arms around her waist and pull her closer to you, "so we can leave."

"What? I told Wanda we'd go check out that pub down the road."

You glance between Bucky and Wanda, leaning over to watch Natasha shrug with a tight grimace. Of course you wouldn't be getting your wife all to yourself just yet. You look at Wanda and she takes your hand from her waist.

"He really likes the fish and chips," you groan against her words as she yanks your finger to her. You glance down and watch her slide her personalized ring onto your finger, "Hey, you're mine now. And I'm yours. Forever. And we are going to celebrate."

Her arms wrap around your neck as she pulls you to her, lips smashing against each other. You breathe in sharply, deepening the kiss and accidentally pulling a moan from her lips as you grip her waist tighter.

Bucky chokes next to you, "You may now kiss the, forget it. Let's leave before they start doing it right here."

You smile against Wanda's lips, "We could be assholes and-,"

She pecks your lips, shimmering eyes looking up at you as her fingers run down your neck, "Don't even think about it."

Humming out, you press a soft kiss along her lips, "You're amazing, Wanda."

"You aren't so bad, either. Are you happy?"

You grin, "Don't let me go. And I'll be the happiest person in the world. With you... and Bucky, forever."

Wanda smiles at your laugh as you lean forward to seal your promise together once and for all.

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Lamentations Pt. 3.2

My grandfather was worried when I got home. I was bleeding quite heavily, and I had a number of claw and bite marks dangerously close to my throat.

It was nothing healing magic and some bandages couldn't fix, but nonetheless, my dear grandfather still lectured me about his heart being too frail for such scares and to be more careful.

"You said he was from the city?"

Silas gazed at the bandages his grandfather was wrapping around his arm and nodded.

"Yeah. You could see it a mile away. He was a pampered bastard." A pampered bastard that knew how to throw a punch.

"Silas, please. If word gets out that you attacked a city dweller-"

"It won't." Silas murmured, closing his eyes. "I don't know why that thief wanted to hunt, and I used that word loosely, tuna, but I don't think he wants anyone to know."

I was right. There wasn't a peep about our fight. No news articles raged about the savage Abyss dweller that attacked an innocent mer just trying to get some food, and no guards came knocking at my door to arrest me.

My grandfather breathed a sigh of relief, and life continued on as usual until something unexpected happened barely a day or two later.

It was a slow day. Silence settled over the empty shop, and Silas was happy to take advantage of the brief reprieve to rest. He was, in fact, on the verge of falling asleep with a book on his chest, and the radio, perched on a small table behind his counter, filled the room with soft jazz. That was one of the perks of living in Midway. Access to technology, and no need to worry about loud noises alerting a predator.

Of course, because the universe seemed to be dissatisfied when Silas felt peaceful, the door then opened, jolting him awake, and he looked up to see the shark from a few days ago swim in.

They locked eyes. It took a moment or two for that spark of recognition to appear, then the green haired mer backed and coiled his tail defensively.

Silas slid his tongue across his teeth and leaned over to turn off the radio with a sharp 'click'.

A heavy silence settled over them, and the other mer swallowed, fins flaring nervously. Their hands twitched at their sides, and they glanced between Silas and the door like a scared guppy.

Silas tilted his head to the side and tapped his claws against the counter. Loudly. Deliberately. When the other looked his way, he fixed a smile so wide it hurt his cheeks to his face.

"How can I help you, city boy?"

The other mer gaped at him. "What?"

"I'm assuming you're here to buy something. Or... do you want to try steal from me again? You're not doing a very job if you are."

Turquoise eyes narrowed, and a growl left clenched teeth. "No- No, sir, I don't want any trouble. And I'm not a boy, I'm 29! I just want some fish."

Huh. Same age as Silas. And suddenly, so very polite.

"I'm going to guess... the yellowfin tuna?" Silas asked, lips curling into a crooked grin.

"Yes. Thre- ah, four, please."

Silas set about packaging the order, and his movements were weary and practiced. The two of them eyed each other's every move, calculated and cautious, ready to attack if the need arose.

Silas handed the bundle of fish over, silently observing the way the other flinched at both the sudden movement and the pain of their injuries.

"That'll be 30 madol."

"Only 30? Wow... that's cheap!" The other mer exclaimed, fishing the coins out of his satchel and placing them on the desk.

Silas slid them towards himself and counted them, then packed them away and smiled again.

"Enjoy. If you have any complaints, please lodge them with me."

A nervous laugh echoed throughout the room. "Haha- uh, sure. Thank you, Mister..?"

"Silas." Said Silas.

"Silas... what?"

"Silas." Silas repeated, glaring.

The other mer raised their hands defensively and laughed again.

"Easy there, lionfish, I was just asking. I'm Morrigan. Morrigan Clearcove."

Silas' silence made their awkward smile drop slightly.

"Okay, not very chatty. That's fine. I'll... I'll be going then. Thank you for the fish. And... sorry about your hunt."

Morrigan bolted out the door in a blur of bubbles, leaving silence to ponder over the new friendly attitude.

"What a strange man."

Morrigan became a frequent customer after that. I later came to learn that his family had heard about my business and figured it could be better than hiring hunters, so they sent him down to buy some tuna to give it a try.

Naturally, Morrigan figured he'd save money and just hunt them himself instead.

"They were right there!" He told me once. "I just figured it'd be easier and cheaper, even if I get into trouble for it."

Of course, he was wrong, and he returned home with not only bruised ego and a bruised body, nut with no fish either. He spent a few days recovering (and getting chewed out) and then came back to actually buy from me instead.

His parents liked the tuna (and the price, of course) so much they decided to send him once a week buy a week's work of fish or crab or whatever else they wanted from me.

I wondered why they didn't just do it themselves, and Morrigan informed me that they have never left the city and never plan to. He, on the other hand, has wandered off many times throughout his childhood until his adulthood, and they figured they'd but his "recklessness" to good use.

And so, Morrigan came to my shop in the early evenings on the weekend, unable to come any other time due to his job.

He was a teacher. He taught at a magic academy for gifted children and was very passionate about his job. I remember him telling me that he didn't want his young students, the ones labelled as "gifted," to suffer the stress that he did as a child, a teenager, and even as an adult.

It was so sweet of him, really. I remember being surprised to learn that of him. And, to be honest, concerned for his content at wearing his heart on his sleeve as he did.

It took a long time for the distrust we felt for one another to fade. Morrigan had the impression I was secretly planning to eat him, and I had the impression he was going to try stealing from me again.

But, as the months came and went, we got used to each other. We became less weary, less guarded. The metaphorical ice began to break, and our interactions became more familiar.

Morrigan was the one who started making casual conversation. Asking me about my day, my hunts, or how my grandfather was, smiling at me and greeting me cheerily.

It was... odd. I thought he was trying to butter me up or something at first, but no, he was quite genuine.

There were a few times when we pissed each other off and got into a tussle, but it was child's play, really. There was no real intent to harm like before. I didn't want to lose a customer, and Morrigan didn't want to lose a supply of cheap but high-quality food.

I think the real "ice breaker" between us was when, due to a mix of my boredom and Morrigan's high strung energy, we turned Morrigan's visits into a little game.

I'm not too sure when it started, but I remember suggesting to Morrigan that he learn to improve his stealth, as he was quite horrible at it.

He, rather offended, told me that he could snatch a fish from right under my nose if he wanted to, and that the reason he failed during our first encounter was because he didn't know I was there.

I then told him that he could try if he wanted, and I'd even let him take whatever he stole for free (only one item, of course), and really, the cost was some free entertainment for myself and an opportunity to hone my perception.

It was quite fun, really, and I enjoyed myself every time we played this little game. It became a routine thing. My grandfather teased me endlessly about this, telling me he was glad I made a friend, even if it was in such an unexpected manner.

Friend. 'Ridiculous.' I had thought to myself. 'Friends? We aren't friends. I don't have time for that, and certainly not for someone from the city.'

Though I suppose that's what we were. Not close friends, not yet, but not acquaintances either. Acquaintances don't play games together.

It may seem childish, playing games at 29 like children, but it was the first time I had ever experienced something like that. Something fun. I would later learn that this (aside from that botched hunt) was the closest Morrigan had ever come to experiencing a hunt. We were both experiencing new things.

We carried on like this for a number of years, and the game evolved , developing rules and excpetions a d everything. It left us excited and anticipating the next visit, and it was a simple routine neither of us tired of.

Every weekend, Morrigan would sneak into my shop using magic or whatever other method he chose and attempt to steal one of my wares, and I would try to catch him out. If I caught him before he could take anything, he lost and would have to pay for what he wanted to steal. If I caught him as he was taking something, I was free to tackle him and wrestle back what he stole.

Sometimes, when I pinned him down, he would turn the tables and flip me over if he was in the mood. We would continue like this until one of us gave in and lost.

If he stole from me successfully, which was rare, then he would get to keep the fish for free and get gloating rights until we repeated the game next week.

I wouldn't admit it to myself at the time, but after a few years, the beating of my heart and rushing of my blood when I sensed Morrigan's presence was no longer because of my adrenaline spiking at his potential theft. No, it was... it was quite certainly something else.

Anyway, when our game finished, sometimes Morrigan would stay a while to talk to me, telling me about his students or what new spells he had mastered. He was one of those people who were easy to talk to and nice to listen to, and the conversation would flow into the late hours of the night, well beyond my closing time, with only the radio to accompany us.

I often found myself lost in his voice and his eyes, quite happy to keep listening to him forever. It sounds so cheesy and cliche, but it's true. Morrigan was... absolutely wonderful in every way.

Then, when we realised how late it had gotten, we'd say our goodbyes, and I'd tell him that if he had any complaints, to please lodge them with me. He would smile, wink, and say, "I'll let you know if anyone comes down with food poisoning," and then vanish into the night.

One day, the routine changed. Just a little bit. It should've been inconsequential, really, but it changed so much for me and for him.

"You should go." Silas said, glancing outside. "It's late. You'll get into trouble again."

Morrigan's parents had a very specific time frame by which they wanted their fish delivered, and Morrigan utterly missed the mark every single weekend.

Morrigan grinned. "No need to worry about me, Silas, I'll think of something to tell them."

Silas sent him a deadpan look. "I think 'I got slowed down by the undertow' loses its impact a little more every time you say it."

"It's a perfectly valid excuse!" Morrigan exclaimed. "It's not like they know what the undertow is like out here. The only information they ever get about this place is whatever their brave son who gets their food from the scary shopkeeper tells them."

Silas' lips curled. "Why, Mister Clearcove, you flatter me." He mocked, putting on an upper-class accent.

Morrigan failed to hide a laugh. "Seven, you sound just like my old alchemy professor. It's great, actually."

"Who? The human?" Silas asked, raising an eyebrow. "I don't understand why you liked him so much. He sounds irritating."

"He's spontaneous!" Morrigan insisted. "And he's part of why I wanted to be a teacher in the first place. You'd understand if you went to Night Raven. Why didn't you go? We could've been classmates."

Silas furrowed his brows, unsure of how to answer. His reason for rejecting his letter in the first place seemed to be wrong. Morrigan was the exact same species as him and had extremely poorly restrained violent tendencies as a teen to boot.

"The amount of fights I got into in Savanaclaw was ridiculous, in hindsight." Morrigan would say. "I was free to do my own thing without my parents and society, I guess, breathing down my neck. I went off the rails a bit, but I righted myself in my third year. Mostly. I think I bit someone at some point..."

And yet, Morrigan had not been speared on a harpoon. He had not been killed before he could sprout legs. He went on land, studied at Night Raven College, and became a teacher.

Then again, he was from Atlanta. He attended nice schools before Night Raven, unlike Silas, who had no formal education at all and was lucky Lady Roda taught him how to read and do math, among some other things, before he started up his business properly.

Silas sighed. "It's too much to get into now , Morrigan." He said softly. "You should get going. ...It would've been nice to be your classmate, I suppose."

"For sure." Morrigan agreed, grinning toothily. "Y'know, I think you'd have been an Octavinelle student. Bet you would have been running that place within a week."

"How kind of you." Silas murmured, half smiling. "Now come on, shoo. You need to get going."

"Alright, fiiine." Morrigan drawled, getting up and swimming towards the door. "I'll get out of your scales. See you next week, Silas."

"See you next week." Silas echoed, sending a crooked grin his way. "And remember, if you have any complaints, please lodge them with me."

And this was it. This was where the routine was broken. Morrigan was meant to say, "I'll let you know if anyone comes down with food poisoning," and then leave. That's how it always went.

But he didn't. Instead, he paused at the doorway and didn't answer for a while. Then, he turned his head to smirk at Silas.

"Now why would I complain about good food made by a pretty guy with a sharp mind and a clever tongue?" He asked, then disappeared into the night before Silas could respond.

Silas sighed and ran hand down his face, feeling the thumping in his heart as he thought back to that night. That night that had changed the course of their relationship.

Oh... he felt so tired... he should probably go lie down before continuing. Yes, that sounded like a good idea.

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wwinterwitch · 1 year

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middle ground — moon boys x fem!reader

summary: you had the pleasure of meeting jake a while back and you can't deny he's...interesting (part one here)

pairing: marc spector x fem!reader, steven grant x fem!reader, jake lockley x fem!reader

word count: 6.3k

warnings: SMUT (18+ MINORS DNI), dom/sub dynamic, fluff, dom!marc, sub!steven, dom!jake, established relationship (with marc and steven), dirty talk, grinding, oral (m and f receiving), face sitting, p in v sex, unprotected sex (don't do this!), riding, pegging, various kinks (daddy/mommy, hair pulling, choking).

note: part 1 is not really a requirement before reading this one but since I wrote this thinking of it as a part 2 maybe you'd like to read that one as well

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You just recently had the pleasure of meeting Jake Lockley for the first time. You already knew he existed, but never got the chance to actually be around him. At first, you absolutely hated the guy. He was nothing like your two boyfriends. He was mean, hostile, and cold. Whenever he was around, you would pretty much try your best to stay as far away from him as possible and not talk to him at all. You were certain that, if you decided to talk to him, he most likely won't have anything nice to say.

But during the last few weeks things have begun to change between you two. He was still talking like he didn't care about you in the slightest, but when you eventually stopped paying attention to the words coming out of your mouth, you started to notice the way he was acting.

Not talking to him actually gave you a whole lot of time to observe him. It was hard for you to ignore the silent glances around the apartment. How he would stay that extra second close to you whenever the two of you would bump into each other when one is trying to leave the room and the other wants to enter it. How he eyes you up and down whenever he thinks you're not looking.

It has become clear to you that, even when he tries to act like he doesn't care about you, he does. It's clear he wants you. And sure, you thought he was the meanest guy ever, but you couldn't deny that deep down you were enjoying having his silent devotion.

It's fun to know you've made quite the impression on him when he used to present himself as this unreachable guy, too busy with other things to care about his love life.

Still, you're not quite sure what to do about it. It's not like you're not worried about Steven and Marc because you know they'll be okay about it if you talk to them, but it's still...unexpected. They know you're having a difficult time warming up to Jake, so to go to this so quickly will be a bit strange for them to hear. Would Jake even act on it? Would you? It was all too confusing.

Even when you try not to think about it, Jake is always at the back of your mind. It's confusing because you don't know what or how to feel towards him. It's infuriating because he insists on acting like you don't matter to him when his body language tells a completely different story. And it's also extremely frustrating because you have absolutely no idea what to do or say anymore when it comes to Jake.

It was almost embarrassing to admit you were glad he hadn't shown up today. Marc had breakfast with you this morning and around lunch time Steven gave you a call to check how you were doing. Now that you're back home, Steven was fronting.

And perhaps Steven noticed your inner struggle at that very moment because he walked away from the food he was making to sit next to you, immediately grabbing your hand and giving you the sweetest of smiles. "You okay there, love?"

"Yeah, of course," you reassured him.

"You know you can talk to me."

"Honestly, if we go there we'll be talking for a while and I don't want dinner to be ruined."

"That– no, it can wait," he quickly replied, standing up to check everything before sitting back down. "We have time. Don't worry."

You considered whether to tell him or not one last time before leaning back on your chair, Steven waiting for you to tell him whatever was on your mind. That has got to be Steven's biggest talent. He can read you like no other person has ever been able to. Of course he'll notice something was wrong.

"It's...Jake."

"What did he do now?" he asks, frowning with worry.

"Well, that's actually the problem," you say sarcastically, but of course Steven didn't understand what you meant by that. "Look, I think I might– potentially..."

Steven looked as lost as ever. "...yes?"

"Steven," you muttered, a bit shy to confess what was going on.

"What? I don't– Oh...oh! I see," he chuckles a bit. "Well, this is news to me. How did this even happen?"

"Nothing has happened. Nothing will happen. I just...I need time to see where it goes. I might just have mixed feelings or something."

"Well, he does look like your boyfriends," he comments jokingly, letting out a quick chuckle. "Listen, I think it's great. No need to rush things. You have all the time in the world to get to know him a bit more to figure out what those feelings mean."

"I guess. He scares me a lot, though."

"I'm sure you can handle it," he says reassuringly, leaning closer to you for a quick kiss before he has to stand up again. "Have you told Marc yet?"

"No, but I will. I just wasn't counting on you asking."

"I'm offended. How could you possibly think I wouldn't notice something was wrong?"

You roll your eyes at his comment, failing to hold back a giggle. "I know, I know," was your reply as you stood up from your chair, walking towards Steven.

He was by the stove cooking. He got back from the museum carrying a bunch of groceries and saying he wanted to cook for you tonight, despite cooking not being his strongest suit. Still, he loved spoiling you in different ways and you appreciated the gesture.

You couldn't hide your smile as you wrapped your arms around him from behind, noticing the way he kept glancing at the cooking book next to him while he continued to stir the food in the pan.

"Everything looks good," you say as a way to calm him down. He was always a bit stressed out when he decided to cook something, afraid he's going to mess it up.

"Thanks, love," Steven replied. "I don't know how Marc does this so easily. Cooking is positively stressful!"

"The fact that you still offer to cook dinner for me despite it being difficult already means the world to me, Steven," you say reassuringly, gently kissing his cheek. "I should be the one thanking you."

"Yes. Me not burning the flat down is something to be grateful for, 'innit?" he remarks, making you laugh again.

—

Marc was fronting when it was time to go to bed. You got out of the bathroom just in time to see him get under the covers to wait for you. As soon as you join him, he wraps his arms around you and leaves a kiss on your forehead.

"How was your day?" he asks right after the kiss.

Cuddles and night talks are a must before going to bed with Marc. You could stay hours talking and he'll stay hours listening. He wasn't much of a talker after all, so he always enjoyed hearing about what you have to say. Still, he has learned it's safe to open up to you, so it wouldn't be weird that some nights it's you the one hearing him talk until he's falling asleep in your arms.

"Pretty good, actually," you replied. "It was a co-worker's birthday today so I had cake after lunch. That was fun."

"Important detail you forgot to mention," he does a quick pause as you wait for him to continue. "Flavor."

"Chocolate fudge."

"Good choice," he nodded. "Was it good?"

"It was incredible. We should get one from that same bakery to surprise Steven– oh, and speaking of Steven, we had a pretty interesting chat when he got back from work."

"Yeah?"

You nodded. "I want to ask you something." He looked confused as he waited to hear whatever you wanted to ask him. "It's about Jake."

"What about Jake?" he asked, still looking confused. You stared at him for a few seconds until it finally hit him. "Really?"

"Maybe?" you say nervously.

"I mean, that's a new one. I thought you two didn't get along?"

"It's not like we don't get along. We just don't talk that much, and...I don't know, I was thinking maybe–"

"Hey," Marc quickly cuts you off, grabbing one of your hands in his. "I appreciate you telling me this, but you really don't have to explain yourself. Whatever you want to do, I'm okay with it. I just want to see you happy."

"I am very happy," you reply, snuggling closer to him. Of course Marc didn't complain, holding you close to his body. "And I'm incredibly lucky to have you."

"Oh, is that so? I would love to hear more about it," Marc comments jokingly.

"Or I can just show you."

"That sounds much better."

You giggle after his last comment, managing to climb on top of him with ease. Marc's hands rest on each of your hips as you lean down to kiss him, body fully pressed against his. It didn't take long for the kiss to deepen, tongues meeting as you slowly began rocking your hips on top of him. You can feel his grip tightening with each movement, starting to feel his erection growing underneath you while you continue to make out and grind against him.

Eventually, you pull away and sit up, adjusting yourself on top of him so you could move just a little faster, enjoying the way he would look down to see the spot where you're rubbing against him, eyes dark with desire.

"I want you in my mouth, Marc," you say. "Please?"

"Get on your knees, darling," he says in a rushed voice, feeling impatient already.

You quickly do as told, waiting for him. Marc stood up from the bed to remove his boxers, standing at the edge of the bed where you were patiently waiting to taste him. It was only when he grabbed your chin to force you to look up, capturing your lips in his, that you finally touched him. His audible reaction to your hand stroking him was completely muffled by your mouth as you two continued to kiss.

Marc eventually pulls away from you, so you quickly focus back on his cock. After stroking him a few more times, you waste no time before putting him inside your mouth. You look up just in time to catch his reaction, feeling insanely proud of yourself for being able to make him look like that when you're pleasing him. One of his hands is messily grabbing your hair as you continue bobbing your head, looking up at him at all times.

"Making me feel so fucking good," he praises. "Keep going just like that, baby...don't you fucking dare to stop."

You continued moving your head up and down, tongue swirling around his cock in the process. Despite feeling the saliva coating your chin and the burning sensation of tears, it never crossed your mind to stop or slow down. The speed of it was a little too much for your body to handle, but you didn't care in the slightest. If anything, it made it that much better. You didn't care about your throat hurting, or the tears rolling down your cheeks and the drool on your chin. All you really want is to make Marc cum. Whatever it takes, you need to feel him cum in your mouth.

You'd eventually take him out of your mouth so you could lick him instead, tracing all across the vein visible from near the base of his cock and up the length of him. Pre-cum coated your tongue as you focus on the tip, using your hand to stroke him in the meantime before putting him back in your mouth, starting to form a pattern he clearly seemed to enjoy.

As you were switching the ways you'd play with him, he held onto your hair and used that to guide your head, his hips meeting you halfway. A series of moans would leave his mouth, his sounds being intoxicating, making you crave his release that much more.

"You're doing so good...'gonna make me cum so hard inside that pretty mouth of yours..." he continues. "You're gonna swallow everything I give you like the good girl you are? Fuck, you look so pretty with my cock in your mouth."

You had no other option but to rub your legs together after his comment. The fact that he could sound so sweet while saying the filthiest things drove you completely insane. And the way he makes you feel so loved and cared for when he's roughly fucking your mouth? Oh, that's just a few of the many things you love about Marc Spector.

His sounds are becoming louder, occasional praises and curses would slip past his lips in between moans as he's reaching his orgasm. You tease his tip with your tongue one last time before he's practically shoving his cock down your throat, a series of grunts escaping his lips as his cum leaks inside your mouth.

Your movements slowed just enough to let him climb down from his climax, making sure to swallow everything he's giving you. It's hard not to rub your legs together again at the scene in front of you right now: Marc staring down at you, brows slightly furrowed and his lips parted as he continues panting, hair messy from all the times he ran his fingers through it while you continued to suck him off. He looked completely satisfied by your work and you couldn't be more proud of yourself because, again, you are the reason he looks like this.

Marc barely gives you any time to contemplate him after he orgasmed, kissing you again just as intensely as before, tasting himself on your lips, which inevitably encouraged him to kiss you even more passionately– if that was even possible at this point.

His lips move from yours to your jaw, trailing down to your neck. He never lets go of you, not even when you're gently moving back to lay on the bed, him immediately mimicking your movements so he could still be kissing your neck while positioning on top of you. A moan escaped your lips when you felt his tongue trace across the skin there.

"Is it okay if Steven has his fun with you now?" he asked in between kisses. "I'm sure you won't hear the end of it if he knows we left him out," he added as a little joke, which immediately made you giggle at the thought of Steven's pouting and complaining you guys didn't include him.

All you could do besides laughing at his comment was nodding, enjoying the way he continued to kiss all over the sensitive skin of your neck and gripping your sides with his hands to keep you still underneath him. It only took a few seconds before Steven was fronting, pulling back from your neck so he could look at you.

"Well, hello," he says a bit shyly, realizing he's completely naked and topping you.

You smile at him, your hand cupping his face affectionately as you recognize him. "Hi," you replied.

He leans into your touch, eyes trailing down your body until he was met with one of their shirts, quickly looking back up. "Should we– can we take this off?"

You knew with Steven you'd always be in charge no matter what. Unlike Marc, Steven absolutely adores following your every instruction while you two have sex. He enjoys being told what to do, wanting to please you in any way he could.

"Now, where did your manners go, Stevie?" you asked back, smirking when you saw Steven's mortified gaze as he quickly panics.

"Please," he says almost too quickly. "Sorry. Can we please take this off?" Steven added shortly after, looking like a sad little puppy that knew exactly what he did was wrong. He's just too cute to handle.

"Don't look so frightened, baby. I just wanted to remind you to be nice."

"I know. I'm just...ashamed."

"It's okay," you reassure him in a soft voice, pulling him closer for a kiss he immediately returned. It didn't last that long though, as you pulled away shortly after. "Of course you can take my clothes off."

Steven's eyes light up with excitement after you allow him to undress you. He quickly got rid of the shirt you were wearing, his eyes immediately landing on your breasts. He looked up at you first, his eyes so innocent and gentle you swore he was doing that on purpose. Your fingers tangle in his hair as you gently pull him towards your chest, hinting he could do whatever he wanted.

His mouth practically waters at the sight in front of him, his tongue tracing circles around your nipple before capturing it with his mouth while his hand makes sure the other is being taken care of too, gently massaging it and occasionally teasing your nipple with his thumb in sync with the way his tongue would tease the other.

Moans leave your mouth as you hold onto his hair. You could feel yourself getting even more wet at the feeling of his mouth and hands worshiping your breasts with a devotion only Steven could bring you. It was like he was in a complete trance, enjoying every second of it, so thankful that you allowed him to play with your tits in any way he wanted.

Your hand sneaks underneath your underwear to attend to the ache in between your legs, starting to rub your clit while Steven continued. As soon as he noticed you were masturbating, he pulled away from your chest. "Can I help you with that? Please, mommy?"

Fuck. You love when he calls you that.

"Mmh, you want to help mommy, baby?"

Steven nods eagerly, his puppy-like eyes shining brighter than ever at the possibility that lies ahead of him. "Y-yes, please!"

"So eager," you tease. Steven instantly felt embarrassed, but he loved it. "How about...I ride your gorgeous face until your mouth makes me cum?"

Steven looked like he just got offered the most amazing treat ever, almost as if his biggest wish had come true at that very instant. If he could, he'll be thanking you for hours after this.

He moved back from your body to give you enough space to stand up, him quickly laying on the side of the bed to wait for you. It was impossible not to smirk when you noticed how excited he was about this.

With your legs at each side of his face, you began to sink down closer to his face. You practically gasped when his tongue was finally in contact with your folds, tasting every inch of you he could possibly reach.

Your hips rock slowly, allowing you to treasure every second of his tongue against you, his nose occasionally hitting your clit. It was evident from the way his arm wrapped around you that he didn't care that you suffocated him in that very moment.

The rhythm increased, Steven making sure to suck on your clit and tease your entrance whenever he got the chance. He's determined to be messy, apparently. That would explain why he's being so loud while eating you out. You bet his face is covered in the mixture of your juices and his saliva too. He's making a complete mess underneath you, which only helped to turn you on even more.

"Feels so fucking good," you moaned, looking down at him with a big grin on your face. "It's a shame you can't look at yourself now, darling. It's like you were meant to be underneath me...so pretty, Stevie...so pretty..."

Steven's eyes soften, looking up at you, almost pleading with you before he increases the speed of his mouth, starting a vicious attack on your pussy as you continue to grind your hips.

One of your hands grabs his hair, fingers tangling in it to roughly pull his hair. The gesture makes his dick twitch, moans significantly louder as they vibrate against your core sach time you pull.

"You're making mommy feel so good," you praise once again. It was evident Steven was enjoying your words just by looking at his eyes. "You're– oh, fuck! Right there, keep– keep your tongue out just like that, baby boy," you instructed.

Steven does as told, sticking his tongue out and holding still while you grind against it as fast as you possibly could, your eyes closing shut as your moaning increases.

You were barely able to hold onto the headboard of the bed as you cum all over Steven's face. He begins to lap at your folds viciously, drinking you up like a thirsty man. He lets you take your time until you're ready to climb off him.

As soon as you're standing up you're connecting your lips with his, tasting you on his lips and feeling how wet his chin and cheeks are as you begin to make out. His hands rest at your back, pulling you impossibly closer to his chest as he's kissing you back, the honesty and vulnerability of his kiss making your head spin.

You're so wet already, it's no problem for you to grind against him. Your hand travels down to straighten his erect cock against his stomach, allowing you to move up and down the length, repeating the movement a few times just to see him practically tremble beneath you.

"You want to be inside me already, don't you?" you ask, smirking when you notice his reaction to you speaking to him.

"Please," he mutters desperately. "Don't get me wrong, love. You feel amazing while you're grinding against me, but I need to be buried deep inside mommy's pretty cunt now."

You practically moaned after his statement. "Such a filthy mouth."

"I know how much you like it when I talk like that," he replies innocently. "I just want to be good."

"And you are," you agree with him, catching the excitement in his eyes when he feels your hand wrapping around his cock, helping to align himself with your entrance. "Such a good– perfect," you add as you're slowly sinking down, Steve's gaze mesmerized as he contemplates every inch disappearing inside of you, "little boy."

"You're so tight..." he groans.

You stay still on top of him for a second. "Feel it, Stevie. I won't move so you can feel how deep you are...filling me up so good."

"That– that feels so fucking good," he let out, visibly desperate. "It feels fantastic but I need you to move, love. Please?"

His breath got caught in his throat when you lean down so your face could be closer to his own, the movement making you shift just slightly, causing some friction Steven highly needed at that moment. "Want me to move, darling? You so badly want it you could beg for it?"

"Y-yes, mommy. I'll do anything...I'll– shit," he rambles, interrupted by the way you suddenly began riding him, hands instantly placed at each hip. "You feels so good..."

He's already a complete mess underneath you, his hands squeezing your ass as he tries to speed up your already quick moves. It's evident by the way he looks back into your eyes the second your hand wraps around his neck that he's enjoying this just ten times more now that you began choking him.

Steven made sure to grab your ass at all times, trying his best to practically make you jump on top of his cock. You continued to choke him, praises eventually falling from your lips before he returned your kind words with a slightly louder grunt.

Your movements didn't slow down, continuing to ride him at a speed that had both of you a mumbling mess. The way he kept sliding in and out of you with such ease, your juices coating his cock, the wet sounds caused by your moves and the sound of your skin crashing against his...it was all too good to handle. Not to mention the way his cock would repeatedly hit that sweet spot inside of you, or the faces he would make as you ride him.

Steven looks entirely at your mercy. Like a poor man who has absolutely nothing to offer but his undying fidelity, swearing he'll stay by your side and worship the ground you walk upon. All that, he's willing to do for you if you continue to jump up and down his cock. If you cum on top of him right now, he's entirely yours forever.

A series of pleas would leave his mouth, practically imploring you to cum as hard as you possibly can. His words are having the desired effect as you cry his name out loud, eyes shut and the grip around his neck tightening just enough. It was evident you'll cum in no time.

"Please give it to me," he continued relentlessly, eyes almost watering as he looked at you with the biggest puppy eyes. "I need to feel that tight cunt all around me when you cum. Fuck– please mommy, haven't I been good to you?"

You almost wanted to punch him because this was definitely too much to handle all at once. "So good," was all you were able to say. "My best boy, about to make me cum so...so fucking hard, I–" you mumbled right before you lost it, your sentence cutting off short as your eyes roll to the back of your head before you're screaming out in pleasure.

Your orgasm hits you hard, back completely arched as you try to stay as still as possible, each sudden move making you shudder as you climb off the high of it all. Just when your senses were coming back, you could feel the last few twitches of his cock inside you, as he came just seconds after you did.

Steven didn't want you to move at first, his cock still buried deep inside you while you collapsed on top of him, your body as sweaty as him. You feel him kiss the top of your neck by the time one of his hands begins softly moving up and down your spine, the contact making you feel goosebumps.

"Are you okay, love?" he asks gently, wanting to make sure you had enjoyed what just happened just as much as he did.

"I feel incredible," you reply, making him chuckle.

"Good. That's good," he mutters. "You want to sleep now? Can I get you anything?"

"Sleep sounds nice."

Steven nodded, finally allowing you to roll over so you could lay on the bed next to him. Almost immediately, his arms wrap around you as he's kissing your head again, this time making sure to give you a quick kiss on the lips before pulling away entirely.

"Goodnight, love."

"Goodnight, Stevie."

—

"Looks like someone had fun," you hear as soon as you're fully awake, head turning towards the bathroom door. Jake was looking at you while you were still laying in bed. Instantly, your hands grab the sheets to cover your body as much as possible. "Relax, I wasn't looking."

Yeah, right.

You didn't say anything back to him and he didn't stand there waiting for a reply. Instead, Jake walked towards the wardrobe to look for a jacket, his back facing you now. As you laid there, only a pair of sheets separating your naked body from him, something took over you as you kept staring at him.

Maybe it was your previous night with the boys still clouding your mind. Maybe you're still thinking about all that happened, you can't help but wonder how it would feel to do all of that with Jake.

Would he be tougher than Marc? Is it all just a facade and he's actually an even sweeter lover than Steven? Is he a mixture of them or nothing like them at all? It was both intriguing and exciting to think about.

Oh, how you'd love to rip that shirt apart, kiss all over his neck, have your legs wrapped around him, scratch that gorgeous back of his...hell, you'd like to know how it is to fuck Jake Lockley.

And perhaps it was finally time to do something about it. If he's not going to make a move, it's up to you to do something. Otherwise, you fear you might never get a chance to drop that bomb in the middle of a conversation with him.

"You could've joined us," you say, much to yours and Jake's surprise. Despite not seeing his face, it was evident from his body language that the comment had an effect on him.

Turning to face you, he asked, "What?"

"You can join...if you want to," you insist. "None of us mind."

"Oh, nice to know none of you care," Jake remarks ironically.

"No, it's not– I didn't mean it like that," you quickly explain, embarrassed. "I want you to join us."

Jake was quiet– quieter than usual, if that was even possible. It felt like ages. He was staring at you without saying a word and you didn't know exactly what to do. Is he going to do something? The uncertainty of the moment had you almost regretting ever opening your mouth, not knowing if Jake is about to join you, reject you, or reject you and humiliate you.

You still don't know what the fuck you're doing as you pull down the sheets to uncover your naked body. His eyes immediately travel down your body, admiring every inch of skin that was appearing from underneath the sheets. You notice his inner struggle, debating on what to do next.

He eventually walks to the edge of the bed you're laying in, and you feel completely defenseless when you watch him climb onto it, movements impossibly slow as if he was waiting for you to tell him to stop. The eye contact was making you nervous, his stare so intense you felt like he was staring at your soul.

It happened in an instant. One second he was looking– staring deeply into your eyes. The next, he's hungrily devouring your mouth, his tongue passing past your lips. One hand holds your side tightly, the other cups one of your tits, the roughness of his kiss matching the way he starts massaging it.

You moan into his mouth as you hold onto him, quickly tugging at his shirt so he can take it off. He understood your gesture, moving away from you just so he could take that piece of clothing off, throwing it to the floor.

"I've been waiting so long for this," he confesses in a rushed voice, lips capturing yours again just as fiercely. "I'm going to take my sweet time with you, hermosa."

You manage to move the sheet off your body completely before unbuckling his belt. Jake helps you with getting rid of his pants in no time. Both of you let out a sound of pure ecstasy and pleasure when he rocked his hips down, his still clothed erection rubbing against your pussy. The sound that came out of you was enough to let the other know how badly you wanted this moment to arrive.

"Ah, fuck!" you let out as he begins rubbing himself on you, your juices coating his boxers.

"Bet you'd love to feel my cock rubbing your clit without these on," he says, never breaking eye contact. You nodded eagerly, licking your lips. "Want me to masturbate you with my cock?"

"Please..." you gasp.

Jake doesn't keep you waiting. Instead, he takes his boxers off in a rushed move, kneeling on the bed. You open your legs wider for him, watching as he grabs his cock before his tip starts rubbing your clit. The scene was so erotic, so hot, you could barely keep it together.

His cock moves up and down your folds, staying an extra time teasing your clit. "Pleasure yourself with it, doll," he instructed. A series of moans continue to leave your mouth as you begin moving your hips like your life depended on it, him standing still while you rub on his tip. "Good girl. Juuust like that."

"Feels so good, Jake," you let out in between moans.

"I know it does," he says in the sweetest voice you've ever heard coming from him. His tone alone was enough to drive you even more insane...if that was even possible at this point. "I wonder, can you do something for me?"

"Yes, yes! Anything."

"How about you use that strap-on you like to use with Steven so much to fuck me?" Jake proposes, smirking when he sees your reaction. "Fuck my ass nice and hard, princesa. Can you do that for me?"

The proposition alone would've been enough to make you cum. Your head was spinning still, even after Jake moved away from you, but you managed to get your strap on while he patiently waited for you.

When you're back on the bed, you don't know exactly what to do at first. You're the one about to fuck Jake, but still needed him to give you all the instructions. Somehow he was still very much in control, and you didn't care in the slightest. You enjoyed knowing he'll guide you through it so you can fuck him exactly the way he needs you to.

He smiles at you when you join him again, starting to gently stroke your cock before he gets on all fours to put it inside his mouth. You run a hand through his hair as he sucks on it, using his saliva to lubricate it before you can fuck him.

"You look so pretty," you compliment him, which only encourages him to continue sucking you more eagerly.

Jake stops what he was doing, capturing your lips in a quick yet passionate kiss before he gets on his back, legs open for you to position yourself in between them. He takes his legs up and close to his body, knees resting close to his chest so he can give you a better access to his ass.

"Make sure to look at me with those pretty eyes of yours at all times, you got it? Don't you dare look away from me, doll."

You nod at his instruction, using your hand to help you guide your purple-colored dildo so it could align with Jake's entrance. As soon as you pressed the tip against his hole, he grabs your ass and forces you in almost immediately, a loud moan escaping his lips as you stare at him.

"Fuck me as hard as you possibly can," he instructs further. "Make me a fucking mess with your cock."

You moan in response, beggining to fuck him as fast as this position allowed you to. Jake's body was practically pressed to yours as you made sure not to break eye contact. The intimacy of the moment encouraged you to slow down just a little, needing to truly enjoy the moment with Jake for at least just a second before you resumed the fast rhythm like he ordered before.

Jake responds beautifully to your body. His moans increased with each few movements of your hips. His hands would squeeze your ass and occasionally spank it to encourage you to continue. His cheeks were flushed and his body tensed underneath you as he's getting closer. Overall, you could just tell he's enjoying the way you continue to fuck the living shit out of him.

At one point he's grabbing a fistful of your hair, the roughness of it making you tilt your head just slightly, but made sure to keep eye contact no matter what. You whine as he's still pulling your hair, hips still rocking down with as much force and speed as you could create.

"You're doing great, princesa," he grunts. "Such a good little girl for me, fucking my ass exactly the way I ordered."

"Are– Are you close?"

"Mmhm, yeah. I'm so close. Your cock feels so good, I'd let you fuck me all day if I could," he pants in between moans. "Keep going, baby. Keep fucking going."

Sweat coats your body as you do as told, not wanting to slow down now. You moved just slightly as you desperately wanted to kiss him, and he immediately understood what you wanted. His head falls back into the pillow as soon as the kiss is over, letting out the longest and loudest moan yet as he's reaching his orgasm.

You slow down your movements with each thrust before pulling out of him entirely. His legs fall back to the bed, visibly exhausted now as he tries to catch his breath.

The ropes of cum adorning his belly get your attention almost immediately, wasting no time to clean him off using your tongue. After you are down, you look up at him to catch him already looking at you.

Jake stares at you for a few seconds before a hand moves to the back of your neck to pull you close, giving you a gentle yet passionate kiss before he's pulling away so he could contemplate you a little more. He's been doing that in silence for months now, why should he stop now?

"Good luck getting rid of me now," Jake says in a soft whisper, examining your face as he speaks. "People say I am quite intense...and kind of a handful."

You chuckle at his little joke before shaking your head. "I have no problem with that. Bother me all you want."

He smiles. The type of smile you never thought you'd see on Jake's face. "Good. I intend to."

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Memory Served - Ransom Drysdale x Reader (Part 2)

Series summary: Following a terrible accident, every memory you ever made was gone leaving you to try to piece together what happened.

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: to avoid spoilers I won't be tagging warnings, but if you are concerned about being triggered by anything PLEASE reach out to me so I can put your mind at ease! This is an 18+ ONLY series!

A/N: this is a mystery series, so please when you comment or reblog please put spoilers under the cut using the read more function! This also means I won't be responding to comments straight away!

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Dividers by @firefly-graphics

It had been a couple of weeks since you’d met Ransom’s family and decided he was right, they were all assholes, with the exception of Harlan and Marta of course. It had also been a couple of weeks since you decided to put your ring on and unpause your relationship with Ransom.

Things were going slowly still, you slept in the same bed, but hadn’t slept together yet. But neither of you no longer held yourself back when seeking affection or giving it. Something you saw Ransom was definitely enjoying, appearing much more relaxed than he’d been in the first few weeks.

Ransom had also started going out to work more, working alongside Harlan on his next book. Ransom had told you that Harlan wanted him to take over once he was gone, but he didn’t feel like he could. That was until you reassured him that Harlan wouldn’t have suggested it if he didn’t think Ransom could do it.

With Ransom being out more, you were left to your own devices at home. Filling your days with reading books, you had tried to watch TV but you could never find the remote, you didn’t mind though, you’d rather curl up with a good book anyway. You had decided to try and work your way through all of Harlan’s books, with the exception of the one Walt told you about, which hit a bit too close to home at the moment.

All day you had been trying to read but you’d been struggling. Your mind seemingly didn’t want to focus on anything at all, a dull throb behind your eyes had been constant despite the copious amounts of water you drank and the painkillers you’d taken. Curled up on the couch you were fighting to keep your eyes open until you gave in and fell asleep.

The heat you felt was intense, the only saving grace being the strong breeze that stopped your clothes from sticking to your skin in the humid air. Fanning yourself you couldn’t believe that you were almost missing the Massachusetts chill. You loved the heat, but this was almost unbearable, you had no idea how people lived here permanently.

Holding your hand up to shield your eyes from the bright sun, you blinked a couple of times as your eyes adjusted. As they did so you saw a familiar scene forming, the iconic Disney castle in the distance.

Once you realised you were in Disneyworld your senses exploded. All you could hear was the squeal of children as they spotted their favourite character, the sound of laughter and screams from the distance rides. The air was thick with the sweet scent of all the treats on offer and you instantly craved a churro.

You went to step towards the castle when you felt a small hand grab your hand, a small girl bouncing in front of you with a wide smile. You blinked with surprise as this girl with short messy blonde and wavy hair tugged on your hand excitedly.

She was talking to you but you couldn’t hear what she was saying, her voice muffled compared to every other sound you could hear. The girl then waved to someone behind you, glancing over your shoulder you see a figure a few feet away. He appeared fuzzy to you but your mind told you it must be Ransom.

You went to look back at the girl but mid-movement everything went black.

You woke with a start, the book you had been reading falling to the floor with a loud thud. You moved to sit up but had to stop when you felt a sharp pain at your temples making you wince. Screwing your eyes shut you took a few deep breaths as you waited for the pain to subside.

Eventually, it started to go away, turning back into a dull throb like it had been before, allowing you to think clearly once more. You let out a long sigh as you replayed what you just saw in your dream. You knew without a doubt it had been a memory breaking to the surface but it just didn’t make sense.

You had no idea who that little girl was, but she clearly knew you. Despite your confusion, you could feel a strong sense of protectiveness and love toward this girl. Meaning you must know her well, she wasn’t someone you’d just met.

The more you thought about your dream the less it made sense. Like why you couldn’t see Ransom clearly, it made sense to you that the man you’d seen would be Ransom. They had his height, figure and hair colour, even the blue eyes. The only difference was that his hair was a little shorter and he had stubble. He also wore a bright yellow Hawaiian shirt that you didn’t think Ransom would ever wear.

Before you were able to get too lost in your thoughts you hear someone knocking on the front door. Pushing yourself up from the couch you stumbled slightly as your headache returned for a second. Slowly walking over you open the door to find Marta standing on the other side.

“Marta?” You ask frowning.

“Hi I hope you don’t mind me dropping around without warning, Harlan suggested you might want company while he and Ransom work,” Marta says pulling at the sleeves of her cardigan.

“Oh uh yeah sure that sounds nice, come in” you nod regretting the motion almost instantly.

“You okay? I can leave if you want or help if it’s something medical?” Marta asks looking at you in concern as she steps inside.

“No I’m fine, the company is what I need, I just have a headache that won’t budge,” you say waving it off as you walk through the house towards the kitchen “can I get you a drink?”

“Just a water thank you,” Marta says as she follows behind you “have you taken anything for your headache? Ibuprofen?”

“Uh yeah, keeping myself well dosed, and drinking loads and I even had a nap, I guess it’s just a side effect from… you know” you say gesturing to your head as you pour her a glass of water.

“You can take some Paracetamol too if you want, use it to piggyback the ibuprofen, keep the levels up,” Marta says as she riffles through her bag and pulls out some tablets “I do also have access to morphine but that might be a bit excessive”

You let out a small chuckle as you take the pills from her “yeah let's leave the fun stuff for later” you wink.

“So how have you been?” Marta asks as you walk back over to the couch.

You let out a long sigh as you sat back down on the couch “more or less the same, I’m seeing flashes of memories still but…” you sigh thinking back to the dream you just had “they just don’t make sense, it's like trying to work out what the picture is of a jigsaw but you only have a few pieces”

Marta hums nodding her head “yeah I can see how difficult that must be, but how about in general? Are you keeping active? Busy?” She asks

“As much as I can, I’m reading a lot which is nice,” you say gesturing to the book you’d been reading “I guess an upside of amnesia is you get to read everything for the first time again”

Marta chuckles nodding her head “yes there are many films I wish I could see for the first time again”

“Exactly, anyway enough about me, tell me more about yourself” you smile getting more comfortable on the couch.

You and Martha talked for hours and you hadn’t realised how much time had actually passed. You felt so grateful to have someone to talk to about everything, especially the things you didn’t feel comfortable sharing with Ransom because you knew it would just make him sad.

“Has your doctor suggested ways to help improve your memory?” Marta asked after you expressed your frustrations.

“A few but I’m really not sure if they’re working” you sigh shaking your head.

“It may seem out there but I read about hypnotherapy as a way to regain memories, have you thought about that?” Marta offers.

“Oh no, I haven’t heard of that, what is it?” You question.

“Well the theory is that memories aren’t ever lost, it's just the brain forgets how to find its way there, and this therapy helps find those routes again” Marta explains with a small shrug of her shoulders.

“Oh wow yeah, that-“ you start before you get interrupted by the sound of Ransom arriving home.

He swooped through the house, pausing when he saw Marta sitting on the couch. A scowl instantly appeared on his face.

“What are you doing here?” He demands.

“Harlan said I should give Dory some company while you’re out,” Marta says shuffling uncomfortably under Ransom's gaze.

“She’s been great company, she was just telling me about a therapy that can help me regain my memories” you explain, smiling up at him.

“We don’t need any bullshit therapies, we’ve been given a recovery plan by our doctor, a specialist!” Ransom states “we don’t need the advice of a geriatric caretaker” he growls.

“Ransom she’s just trying to help” you sigh trying to calm him down, not understanding why he was so mad.

“The doctor said not to push it, we- you’ve been through so much already I don’t want it to get worse because we pushed it too far” Ransom argues, his voice softening slightly when his eyes met yours.

“Okay, okay I understand,” you say gently “we’ll put a pin in it and revisit a few months to a year later when everything else fails”

Ransom doesn’t say anything but you see his shoulders begin to relax.

“I should get going,” Marta says clearing her throat as she stood up.

Ransom just grunts in response moving towards the kitchen.

“Sorry about him, he’s struggling with it more than he’s letting on,” you tell her quietly as you walk her to the door “thank you for coming over”

“It’s nothing, I hope you regain more memories soon” Marta smiles taking a step out the door.

“Me too” you chuckle gently before waving goodbye and closing the door.

You found Ransom still in the kitchen his hands braced on the island, a frown on his face as he stared down at the marble counter. You stand opposite him your arms crossed over your chest.

“That was very rude of you, she’s only trying to help” you chastise.

“She was sticking her nose in our business” Ransom huffs.

“She’s concerned for us! She’s trying to be supportive and considering the rest of your family are asses we don’t really have anyone else!” You shout.

Ransom lets out a long sigh finally lifting his gaze so it met yours “you’re right” he quietly concedes “I’m sorry”

“I’m not the person you should be apologising to” you point out.

“I know and I’ll apologise the next time I see her, I just… we’re in a good place despite everything… and I don’t want to lose that” he admits with a small shake of his head.

You sigh moving around the island to put your hand on his arm “I know, I know” you tell him “I just wish I could make sense of everything, its all so confusing at the moment and I just want something to make sense”

Ransom sighs wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into his embrace “I know, I wish I could fix it all, give you all your memories back”

“I know you would, but you can’t so we just have to muddle through and if that means trying some therapies then we try them or at least consider them,” you say resting your hands on his chest.

“Okay, look let me make it up to you, I can probably get us a dinner reservation for tonight if you want?” Ransom offers.

A smile grows on your face “like an actual date?” You ask excitedly.

“Yeah like an actual date” Ransom chuckles nodding his head “so what do you say?”

“Sounds amazing” you grin reaching up to kiss him.

You felt like a celebrity. Ransom had taken you to the most extravagant restaurant in Boston, he had really pulled out all the stops. You didn’t even need to go through the main entrance, you were taken round the back and into a small private dining room.

Ransom looked as handsome as ever, with a white crisp shirt paired with navy slacks that made his ass look impeccable. You were glad he’d found you the deep blue silk slip dress to wear because your original outfit pick would not have sufficed.

“This is amazing Ransom” you mutter in amazement, glancing around the room.

Ransom smiles reaching out across the table, his hand resting over yours, fingers tracing your engagement ring “well after everything you’ve been through… I thought you deserved a treat”’

You chuckle gently, your gaze dipping slightly before meeting his again “well this is certainly a treat, although I have to say I would have been happy with just a cosy movie night”

Ransom lets out a huff of a laugh “oh don’t you go getting all modest on me, I like treating you, I want to treat you”

You arch a brow slightly “you make it sound like we’ve had this argument before” you say.

“You’re not wrong, it took you a little while to get used to this sort of life,” Ransom says gesturing around the room “you were sensible with your money, and there was always a sense of guilt whenever I brought you something or took you somewhere like this”

“And how did we overcome that?” You ask reaching for your wine glass and taking a sip.

“Compromise mostly, I wouldn’t do it too often, and you got used to it, knowing that I wasn’t doing it because I felt like it, but because I wanted to” Ransom explains with a shrug.

“So your love language is gifting” you summarise making him laugh.

“And what is yours?” Ransom asks before quickly adding “you know in case it’s changed”

“Physical touch,” you say without hesitation.

Ransom smirks nodding his head as he grabs his tumbler of scotch “well I can say for certain that hasn’t changed” he winks.

You feel your face heat up, your thighs pressing together as you feel pressure building “I’m guessing you don’t mean just cuddling” you say shifting in your seat.

“No I mean cuddling, but not the PG-13 kind” Ransom winks.

You bit your lip to hold back your smile, grabbing your wine glass and taking a large sip when that failed. You had noticed that ever since you and Ransom decided to go back to normal he had turned on the charm.

Not that you minded one bit, you had to admit you were curious what Ransom was like in bed. He seemed like he could be very domineering and would take complete control, but you had also seen the sweet and caring side of him. You were nervous though, you felt hesitant to take that step, something was holding you back.

“Hey, you okay? You disappear for a moment there” Ransom says grabbing your attention.

“Hm? Oh um yeah fine” you mutter draining the rest of your wine.

Ransom arches a brow grabs the wine bottle and quietly pours you another healthy serving “hey no c’mon now, you can tell me anything remember” Ransom presses.

You glance over at him trying to decide whether you actually wanted to tell him or not. Tell him about your internal debate about sleeping with him, he was your fiancé after all there should be no debate, but there was.

You plaster on your most convincing smile reaching out to put your hand on his “Ransom I’m fine I promise” you tell.

Ransom eyes you up and down an unreadable look on his face. For a moment you worried he didn’t believe you but at the last second, a small smirk grew on his face as he nodded his face.

“Well I think we should toast, to getting our lives on track,” Ransom says lifting his glass.

“To back on track” you smile lifting your glass.

Ransom lightly taps his against yours watching as you took a healthy glug while he only took a tiny sip.

For the rest of the meal you laughed and chatted with Ransom, your wine glass was never empty and you weren’t sure how much you had actually drunk. You had to assume it was a fair amount though because you were definitely buzzed.

Ransom had his arm around you securely as he led you out of the restaurant and back to his car. You were so buzzed that you only realised he was driving when you were halfway home.

“Oh my god, you can’t be driving!” You gasped looking over at him wide-eyed.

Ransom laughs glancing over at you “why not?” He asks

“Cause we’re drunk” you explain your words slurring together as you shook your head at him.

“I only had one drink, I’m fine to drive” Ransom promises smiling over at you.

“Oh, okay” you hum nodding your head as you look back out at the road ahead.

Once you got back to the house you were back in your giggly mood, stumbling slightly as you walked through the house. Ransom was holding you steady the entire way, you could tell he was finding the situation hilarious but was trying to hold back his laughter.

Finally, you reached the bedroom, where you tried to remove your heels only to promptly fall into Ransom’s arms. Your hands were resting on his chest, while he hold you so close that you could feel every inch of him.

“Oh hello there little Ransom” you giggle.

“Little Ransom? I’ll have you know he’s definitely not little” Ransom smirks his hands moving to your hips tugging them towards his.

“Ah well,” you say pointing up at him “I’m not sure if I can trust you on that, you know because of,” you say gesturing to your head.

Ransom chuckles reaching up to brush some hair out of your face, leaning down so his face was inches away from yours “I can show you if you want” he offers voice low.

You swallow biting your lip as you looked up at him through your lashes. Not quite able to bring yourself to say yes.

“C’mon kitten we both know you want to see exactly what he can do” Ransom presses his hands running over your body.

You still struggled to find your words, your brain short-circuited when Ransom leant down and started kissing and nipping at your neck. A moan involuntarily escapes your mouth and you feel Ransom smirk against your skin.

“I think we have our answer don’t we?” Ransom hums his eyes finding yours.

You hadn’t even realised you had nodded your head until Ransom cupped your cheeks and kissed you deeply. You gasped in surprise when he swiftly picked you up, carried you over to the bed and dropped you onto the mattress. You didn’t even get the chance to sit up before Ransom was on top of you trapping you against the mattress his lips finding yours once more.

Another moan left your lips as his large hands started playing with your breast, squeezing and massaging through the thin material of your dress. His other hand was running up and down your thigh slowly moving your dress up over your hips. You gasp when you feel his fingers brush over your clothed core.

“Oh kitten I have been waiting so long for this” Ransom muttered as he begins pulling down your panties.

A shudder ran through your body, your chest heaving as you looked down to see Ransom kneeling down between your thighs. You watched as he slowly licked his lips, a look in his eyes as if he’d just found the holy grail. You gasped when he dove in, your back arching as he licked and sucked on your sensitive nub.

Your brain almost couldn’t decide what it wanted to feel, it was unbelievably good but you had this strange feeling something was missing. It felt like you were waiting for a burning sensation that never came. Your mind and body were at war as you squirmed under Ransom’s touch, your orgasm catching you completely off guard.

“That’s it kitten, you know you’ve been missing this” Ransom smirks as he sits back on his ankles, hands moving to pop the buttons of his shirt and unbuckle his pants.

Your eyes widen and you swallowed the lump in your throat as you took in the sheer size of him. You didn’t have a moment to think before Ransom was above you once more kissing away any doubts you had.

Your back arched and Ransom swallowed everything noise you made with a kiss as he swiftly pressed into you. Your mind went blank as you got used to the sensation of him filling you up to the point it almost hurt. It felt amazing and strange and new, but that must just have been a side effect of amnesia, everything feeling new.

You clutched onto Ransom as he thrust into you slowly before picking up the pace, moving faster and harder knocking the air out of your lungs. Your eyes began to flutter shut as you fell into some form of haze. Your mind seemingly shuts down for an unknown amount of time. You must have fallen asleep as you began to see flashes of memories, none of which made much sense.

All you could see was the sea, sun and the beach. The salt air whipped through your hair as you held onto the side of the boat. A pod of dolphins swimming in the bow waves generated by the boat.

You smiled as you took in the sun, looking over to see the small blonde-haired girl from before, glancing over your shoulder you spot who you recognised as Ransom at the wheel. You felt yourself smile as you looked over at him, your heart skipping a beat when he smiled back at you, sending you a playful wink. You responded by blowing him a kiss which made him laugh and smile warmly back at you. He was clearer than he was before, allowing you to take in more details. Ones that made less and less sense, like the grease marks on his arms and the stains on his white cotton tee. His skin was more tanned, and he seemed a bit slimmer, his hair was fluffy and messy. None of that screamed Ransom to you.

You woke with a start finding yourself curled into Ransom’s side. You glanced up to see him smirking down at you, an eyebrow arched.

“You okay there kitten?” He asked as you rubbed your forehead, your headache from before returning.

“Yeah I- I just had a weird dream,” you say still not certain if it was a dream or not “have we ever gone to Florida?”

Ransom freezes for a split second before shifting slightly “why? Do you remember something?” He questions.

“I’m not sure, I’m getting flashes and I saw you and Disneyworld” you explain frowning slightly as you tried to put together the pieces.

A smile grows on Ransom’s face as he pulled you closer and kisses the top of your head “I’m so happy to hear that” he smiles.

“So we have?” You ask looking up at him.

“Yeah I took you to celebrate us being together for 6 months, you’d always wanted to go but couldn’t so I wanted to treat you” Ransom explains with a smile.

“Aw that’s sweet of you,” you say a small smile on his face.

“Yeah, it was nice just you and me no one else, just the way I like it” Ransom smirks kissing the top of your head.

You hum smiling up at him before resting your head back on his chest. Soon enough you felt Ransom fall asleep beside you. You remained awake for a little while longer, just about to doze off when you realised something.

Ransom never mentioned the little girl.

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Go, go darling agents part 1;, part 2; PART3 (the final part)

tw: violence, torture (physical and psychological), mentions of child abuse in th guise of scientific experiments, angst,all quite explicit, lmk if i missed anything

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A/N: please read the previous parts or it won't make sense. don't forget to comment/reblog to tell me your thoughts, please.

guidelines: * the description is vaguely the one of a toxic gaze, sulphur dioxide.

** not from the states, i know nothing about Georgia, i randomly picked it from the map.

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It was unusual. Two small pupils dilating and shrinking in the dark. Hard to tell, for they were engulfed in black satin orbs, but Billy lightly felt his eyes focusing and defocusing. Clear images blurred from time to time.

He realized it only after, of course. At the moment he wasn't aware of his surroundings anymore. He couldn't tell if he kept his eyes open or not. It wouldn't have mattered. Behind the man's glossy stare, nothing hid. An empty sight of a broken soul.

Agents walked in and out a couple times over the days. He thought days passed, at least. But Billy stopped counting. Caring. They poured salty water over his face and he screamed. Billy doesn't remember yelling, but the sore throat is proof enough.

The mad scientist pushed his finger between the shreded skin of his face. Asking, always asking. "How can you still be loyal to the people who let this happen to you?" He'd say. But Billy wasn't sure it was loyalty.

A claw squeezed his heart and dried it of something more precious than blood: feelings. There were none left. A vacuum space to complement its twin from his eyes.

"Don't make it more difficult for you, Blackbird. It's not in your blood, is it? You're not a good guy."

True. And false. He became a good guy. Didn't he? Billy pondered each of Sir's words. Thought them through and ran his mind in circles at each idea raised by the enemy. Only to pass the time, though. As no conclusions were reached. Nothing vibrated inside him.

"Oh, my," the scientist said one day. "I think we broke him."

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"Found him!"

Frank's shout snaped you out of you trance. Matt's cup fell on the ground and spilled the warm liquid inside through sharp pieces.

"Fuck," he grunted, still to sleepy to fully understand what happened.

"Found him!" Frank got up from his seat, arms cupping the back of his head with relief and surprise. "Boss, I've found him, heh," he broke in a fit of laughter, coming towards you.

You stood still. Frank's words ringed inside your skull, creating an echo on the rhythm of your speeding heart. "You found him." A whisper at first. "You found him? You found him!" You jumped in his arms and let your friend spin you around as you blinked the tears from your eyes.

Soon enough, Matt joined the group hug. None of you wanted to think much about it. They were good news and all of you wanted to maintain that feeling for as long as you could.

You pulled away first. Collected yourself. "We need a plan."

This put the men into motion. They stiffened. "Billy's, he's in one of H.Y.D.R.A's abandoned facilities in..."

"Abandoned?" Matt inquiered. It caught your attention too. But so focused on Billy, you didn't care to analyze the information. All you wanted was to know the directions and leave to save your man. But why would enemy agents lead an operation of extracting information in a place that stopped functioning?

"Yeah. It was closed a good couple of years ago. Some experiment went wrong."

Experiment. Shivers ran down your spine. Calm down, y/n, you tried to sooth yourself. You can't wince every time the word experiment and H.Y.D.R.A are linked. But what if it was more? You always had trust in your gut. Maybe it's trying to tell you something.

"What kind of experiment?" Matt continued. Frank was losing his patience.

"Does it matter? It just makes things easier for us. Less people to fight, none to save apart from Billy. This is about him."

He's right. It doesn't matter. Whatever your gut is telling you, it's not important right now. You tried to stop obsessing over it. Or push at the back of your mind the visions of the mission that started all of this.

However hard you wanted to, you couldn't shake off the disturbing flashes of holes in the bar walls, as if the metal vanished. Of hints left in the air of a sharp smell with bitter taste* and dead bodies that didn't seem injured. Of the day you escaped, the journey planned from the lab you grew up in to another base in...

"Where, Punisher?" You didn't even notice you interrupted a rising argument between your teammates until the room went silent and you suddenly missed the background noises your thoughts covered.

"Georgia**."

Your heart skipped a bit. And when it started beating again it felt like no blood was being pumped in your veins. Only air. Cold, icy, air.

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Standing feet above the laboratory, watching it with one of the plane's cameras, you shivered wondering if anyone escaped that day. If some of your childhood friends were spared or if only Sir survived and renew his experiments here.

"All good, Boss?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I just... it's weird to be here." You shook your head. Swallowed. "I mean, I know it's not the same place I was made, but I could have lived my teenage years here, you know? And then... the job planned for me. Can't stop thinking about the kids. What happened with them after they closed the lab."

"Y/n, thinking about the past won't do anything. It happened what had to happen so we can be here today and save Bill."

"Frank' right, Boss. We can look more into it later. Now we have a job to do."

You nodded. "That, we do. You're right, boys. Know the plan?"

"All swift, in and out."

"Engage only for distraction, the goal is to make it out alive."

"Good. Remember it when you'll feel like taking a stupid risk."

And with that, the three of you descended on the ground. The building was covered in cameras, facing every direction. Your team couldn't break their coding, but you were able to find out how far away they caught images. You were supposed to wait until Matt got in and stopped the cameras from the inside. Then get in, get Billy and Frank would be waiting with the plane ready to fly off.

The body warmth showed twenty men in the building. One isolated. Billy. Four went after Matt as soon as they spotted him. They should be dead, or at least too injured to hope to be saved at a hospital within seconds.

"Something's wrong," Matt panted. Your hand flew to your ear, pressing the bulb as if you could touch Daredevil thus landing him some of your own force. Locking your look on Frank, you saw him in the same position.

"Report."

"I can't get through them. There's something off about them. They..." he grunted in pain.

"Daredevil?" All you could hear was the rippling scream that seemed to never end. "Dared... Matt!" No answer. The temperature Frank was recording was dropping fast. "I gotta go there."

"Be careful, Boss. I'd hate to have to save three of my own." Though he tried to, Frank's voice was too on edge to be funny and relieve you of your stress.

You only nodded and jumped off. The parachute balanced in the air, landing you on the opposite side of the building. "Damn it!"

When you got to Matt you found him still standing, fighting lightheaded inside a circle of amused enemy soldiers who were toying with him. You moved to help Daredevil when you saw it: their eyes, moving around frantically, as if looking at invisible particles of dust in the air. Their hands, twitching as if gripping inexistent matter and moving subtly as if placing object left and right.

"No," you thought you whispered, but Matt's hearing was just as good even while dizzy from who knows what the experiments did to him.

"Y/n?"

He tried to pin you down, but the four agents moved faster.

"Y/n? You're y/n? The one Sir's been tellin' us 'bout?"

You didn't say a word, watching her closely as she took you in as well. "I don't know you."

Laughter broke in their lines. Not amused, but ironic. Menacing. Evil.

"Of course you don't, silly S.H.I.E.L.D-er. But we know you."

"You killed our siblings before us. You ran from us."

"And finally, we meet."

Before you had a chance to comprehend what they said, they shoot their hands forward, working on the oxygen around your head.

"Y/n!" Matt's scream drowned under pounds of heavy water, a deaf sound, unclear, yet understandable. The last thing you remember.

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Billy didn't sketch a flinch upon hearing the door grunting as it opened. Nor did he seem to recognize the body carried by the tall woman always on the scientist's right side.

She dropped the weightless body on a chair next to him. Odd. Billy haven't seen it there. Even weirder, he turned his head to look better.

Ever since he saw his face, butchered, broken, barren, Billy didn't move a brow hair. He fixed a point in front of him and let his mind spiral. No amount of new pain changed his demeanor.

But now something was different. They didn't come for him, they brought someone in. And maybe enough time has passed to make space for curiosity to resurface.

When the sealed lock on his emotion came undone, an waterfall sprang in his heart. Pain, loss, grieving, confusion, disappointment. Stronger yet, anger. Hatred. For the line between love and hate is too thin and fragile, especially when weakened by too much time thinking alone and the worst fears being fed by malicious voices from afar.

Billy saw you. Recognized you. And a fire burned inside him.

Now you come for him? Took you long enough. It's too late. Look at what they did. It's your fault, y/n! Everything that happened, it's your fault. The scientist wanted you. You let the man take him. He waited for you. Every time they cut him, every time they electro-shook him, he conjured you in his mind and you left him. You left him alone in the hands of enemies like you promised not to. And then forget about him.

You came to rescue a man suffering for not outing you and you couldn't even make it in time! But you expect him to believe you care? That you truly love him?

All these things Billy wanted to shout. Tears prickled in his eyes, but his body lacked too much water to let them spill. His muscles flexed involuntarily, but he couldn't relax them. Wouldn't. Fists bowled so tight his knuckles turned white, blunt fingertips pressing against his palm's bones and veins. Why weren't you awake so he could scream at you?

He swallowed mechanically, wincing at the feeling of his dried mouth. His throat was even worse. Billy stared at you. Passed out, limp in the bindings tying you to the chair. You were alone now in the dark room. They will come when you wake. Until now, Billy could only look at you and think.

Images of you sprawled over his chest in the morning came to his mind. Trying to push it away, he only dug a deeper hole. Now he saw you after the first time together. You have just said the words Billy always craved, but never heard. A sleepy, blissfully tired and happy "I love you." After which you fell asleep. You looked just as peaceful and content as you did now. Just as beautiful.

Billy couldn't sleep that night. At all. He stroked your back to make sure you're real, peppered kissed on your head, smiled at the ceiling until his cheeks hurt and repeated the words over and over again in his mind until they became their own being and materialized in a whisper. "I love you," he has said as well, and hoped he''' be brave enough to do it in the morning tool while you're awake.

And now, he loathed you. The bravery he admired in you, now gone. The lethal, loyal Limbo, a scam. The soulful person that kept the team united fell.

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Startled, you wake. The dizziness scattered from your mind instantly as only darkness greets you. The restraints around your wrists and legs jerk your body back when you try to sit up. With a grunt, you let your back hit the metal chair that pokes your ribs and pull a hiss out of your mouth.

Remembering your training, you calm your breath and wait for your eyes to adjust. Because of the lack of light, you can only see the vague shapes of a door, a couple of feet in front of you. You assume there aren't any windows - not wrong. Then your eyes fall on the human shape right next to you.

"Hello?" You can barely see through the dark, but the smell of blood invades your nostrils right away. "Hey, can you hear me? Please, say something. Please, don't be dead."

A humorless laugh makes your heart settle. But only for a split second. "Billy?"

"Please don't be dead, huh? Is this what you've been doing all this time? Praying for me from the safety of your layer?"

"Billy..."

"No, no, I get it. I bet you had a lot of work to do. Saving the day, finding someone to replace me, writing mission reports..."

"Billy."

"What, y/n?" That humorless laugh again that digs a tunnel through your heart, ripping it apart. "Yes, it's me. Billy. Blackbird. You know, the one you left behind," he spat, chocking on his saliva. "The Limbo never faces casualties. Always get everyone to safety," Billy scoffed, "what a lie, Boss. Do people still buy it."

"Billy, please."

Silence covered the two of you after your words. You thought he'd cut you off again. You'd have let him. Let him spill his soul at your feet with all the hatred and disgust he felt. You hurt him, you knew it. And he deserved a chance to let it all out.

But Billy didn't speak again. It killed you. Slower than any other death, listening to his uneven breathing scratching his throat, smelling the odor of weeks of torture ricking in the room from him and not being able to tend to his wound, see what has been done to him. All while knowing he despises you. And not for nothing.

"Please, let me explain."

Another moment of silence. Maybe if you could see eye to eye you could have catch a glimpse of his curiosity waiting for you to talk, or he would have raised his brows to urge your words out. Most likely he would have stayed as stoic as you imagined him now, though. It pained you to know it. To know he might not even listen to you. But you had to try.

"I," suddenly your mouth dried. You licked your lips and started again. "I'm sorry. I've never been sorry for a decision I made in my entire life, but I should have done things differently this time. Should have come for you.

There were people who needed medical care ASAP and a bomb and... but it doesn't matter. You matter. You are right to hate me, you should, I... I'm sorry."

You weren't sure what else to say. Billy shouldn't forgive you, no matter how hard you wished for it. Knowing this, all you could possibly say to him would only be an excuse for a behaviour with no excuses, an attempt to change his mind. He deserved better.

As you finished your thoughts, you had little to no time to worry about Matt and Frank - was he caught as well? - as the door swing open, revealing the man who mastered your nightmares since the very beginning of your conscious mind.

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Billy's eyes never slipped off you. He caught the deep frown of you brows as the fresh light entering the cavernous room blinded you. The look of horror in your eyes, transparent in the sickly palor of your face when you recognized the man.

Billy knew of your past as much as the others did. He connected the dots and realized the man torturing him for days is the mad scientist that tortured you for years. Returned to seek you out. For what? There were too many possibilities for that, all as dark as Sir's hiding spot.

Blackbird's mind begun to rush against his will. Now that he saw you, tight to a chair, vulnerable, scared, Billy couldn't understand how he expected you to be all-powerful. You were but a human, just like him, and just like him, you had your limits.

The goal of S.H.I.E.L.D has always been protecting the defenseless. He knew that when he joined your team. A goal that you embodied and turned into your life purpose. Billy knew that too before dating. Of course you saved the innocents. They had no chance at survival when he had one. A slim, unlikely one, but still a chance.

It was a weird feeling. Billy was still bitter, hurt. But part of him felt lighter as understanding slipped in. He couldn't forgive you. He couldn't blame you either.

"Oh, dear. Y/n, what a long time since I saw you last."

After a long pause, filled with tension, Sir continued: "Come on, won't you talk with your old man?"

"Funny," you said, composing yourself, "you call yourself that. Old. Man. You're only one of them."

"Don't be like that. I'm your maker, child."

"You're a monstrous creature, at best."

Billy's eyes jumped from you to the scientist, following your body languages like a ping-pong match. Sir's eyes darkened dangerously. He motioned for that woman who always sat on his right and the next thing Billy knew was the sound of you pain, hollowing his body.

"Leave her alone."

Time stopped. Billy saw you slowly coming back to your senses, a stance of panic taking over when Sir turned his attention on him. The scientist smirked. He saw it too.

"Ah, yes," he mused.

"Where's Matt?" You asked, a bitt too high pitched, a bit too quickly. Billy didn't knew Sir as well as you did, but he knew you. And he could tell you were terrified. Not for yourself, for him.

"Matt... Daredevil? The man you came to save so quickly." He pointed a meaningful look on Billy. "My masterpieces were so upset about it yesterday. You could have let them have some more fun."

"What have you done to him?"

"Nothing, dear. Nothing. Him and the other one of the men you came with - honestly, son, how are you not jealous? - are well taken care of. But shouldn't you ask what I did to your boyfriend?"

Billy's eyes widened. Blood chilled in his veins. Ever since Sir entered and brought some light in the shadowed room, you didn't look at him. Not even with the corner of you eyes. Not even the shortest passing glans. Billy would have understand why, if he bothered analyzing it. But the only thing on his mind was the fact you were going to see his ruined face.

Don't look, he wanted to shout. But it all happened too quick. As soon as Sir finished his sentence, your head snapped to your right towards Billy. His brain urged him to shift and hide, or at least close his eyes to not see your reaction. However, nor his eye-lids, nor his head obeyed his mind.

"Billy," you gasped. Now, he could turn his head away, shutting his lashes tight.

"Wha...? No. Billy! No. What have you done?" Blackbird heard your ruptured thoughts voices in an out of breath whisper. And if he'd have had his eyes open, he would have seen you reaching for you, body pressed against the metal bars of the chair towards him as much as the cuffs allowed you.

"Oh, he's fine. Could have been much worse. See for yourself."

The woman twisted her fingers again. Shot after shot of pain weaved through Billy. It was a sharp feeling, short, but intense. As soon as it was done, a new one came. Cementing the everlasting pain in his body.

The barely closed wounds peeled opened again. The infection spreaded like wild fire. Blood pooled, pouring down with cists of what looked like... were they... bits of muscles?

"Stop! Please, stop. Please!"

At a sign from the scientist the woman stopped, but the damage has been done already. "I can make her heal your boyfriend, y/n. Set him and all of your men free. But you have to stay behind. By my side, as you were meant to be."

"Fine, yes." You agreed too soon. Billy flinched. A mistake you weren't aware of until Sir tsked.

"I wasn't born yesterday, my child. I know very well your vow of loyalty means nothing if your heart isn't in it. But, you see, my new generation of masterpieces is more advanced than your generation. They can go as far as to manipulate gray matter as well. Memories. The mind.

If you fight, if it's forcefully done, I'll lose you for good to insanity beyond repair. I want you to willingly let them turn you into the mutant you were always supposed to be."

"No," Billy tried to say, but all he managed were ineligible, guttural sounds.

"Silence." The woman took her position again and ripped another part of Billy's cheek off, turning it from inside out.

"Stop it!"

"That's enough. He got the point, didn't you, son? I want my y/n to make her own decision in life, not under the entourage's influence."

Billy trembled. He couldn't tell if you were too or if it was only a play of vision. All he knew was that you looked eternal in that moment.

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Eyes fixed on the scientist with mad, raging disgust. Slow, silent breaths blowing your nostrils on a alarmingly chill pattern. Jaws lock. Tears shining on your lashes as sweat licked some of your hair to your face.

Nothing happened for a good, whole minute. A winning smirk made its way on Sir's face, thinking the look on you was granted to pride. Inability to lose. Unbeknownst to him something more powerful than pride rose inside you. Courage. Strangling the fear deep engraved in your heart.

You let your powers shine.

The voices were loud from the very beginning. Eager to talk. They crowded your vision, crawled in your mind from the pit you shoved them into so long ago.

"Shining so bright.

These particles. These feelings. The possibilities.

Crack his mind open.

Squash his heart.

Empty his veins through his nose.

Dry him through tears."

A chaotic chorus screeching, yelling, shouting in your mind. A buzzing noise that scratches your insides. Focus, y/n, focus. A whisper whimpered. Your own voice. For Billy, you have to.

The Limbo has been through a lot. Fighting in the dark on unknown terrain, balancing on the wing of a falling plane trying to get the passengers to safety, swimming in underwater caves ready to collapse after a bunch of too curious minds and even struggling to breath from unfriendly planet to unfriendly space stations. This was just another mission.

You knew you couldn't defeat the voices. They were the powers, you, the vessel. Channel it. Work with it.

Truth be told, this time you didn't much minded their ideas. So you swallowed tight, took a deep breath. And, as you released it, you let yourself float through your mind.

The air begin to shift. A current passed through, intensifying around the mad scientist. Sir started to choke, eyes like bulbs, skin turning a blue-ish purple quickly. Blood poured from his mouth. Liters of it at once. Throwing up clots as big as his fists. He was tearing, from pain or from your doing, you weren't sure.

The woman tried to help him, but you knocked her out. Still alive, but too much oxygen in the blood. You needed a place to store it after you deprived Sir of it, after all.

Slowly, painfully, you saw the man that shaped your childhood in a thriller, fall to the ground at your knees.

The rest was easy after that. Deteriorate yours and Billy's cuffs to freedom. Healing his face at the extent of your abilities, finding Matt and Frank and flying away from that awful place. Other agents can deal with comatose, brainwashed human experiments and a corpse.

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Billy recovered beautifully. He still had the ugly scars littering his face to remind him of everything he's been through. But slowly, he would come to terms with them.

"Will we work together again?" You asked Billy after he said his goodbyes to Frank and Matt and boys were kind enough to give you tow a moment alone. it was obvious you were trying your hardest to push the real meaning of you words through - will we be together again. It was also obvious that if you said that, you wouldn't have been able to hold in your tears. Nor to let him go.

Billy caught on it. Of course he did. You were a match for each other, always in sync, always completing the other. "If I won't come to you first, you'll find me. Save me," he lifted the corners of his mouth weakly. A pained smile, but a genuine one. The kind that gives space for hope.

You nod. "Go," you say impatiently. You can't have a real goodbye. You won't permit it, Billy knew all too well. Because he felt the same. "Go, darling... agent."

He smirked, though the signature grin was a bit washed out. But you both - you all - knew he needed the time off, away from all that meant S.H.I.E.L.D. "You first. Go, go, darling... agents."

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