#I like moved the couch and tore it apart looking for her

[azzibuckets]

For the Love of the Game [Pazzi | Part 8]

paige bueckers x azzi fudd

summary: in which the “fake” in fake dating starts to rear its ugly head

a/n: probably the most painful thing i’ve ever written

word count: 2.2k

masterlist w/ all parts

“How was practice?”

Azzi gently stirred the mug of hot chocolate as she carefully brought it over to Paige, who accepted it with a grateful smile.

“Pretty good. Worked on our box and one defense.” Paige brought the mug to her lips but Azzi halted her, leaning over to blow on the steaming liquid first. “Careful. It’s hot.”

The younger girl took a seat on the couch, bringing Paige’s feet onto her lap. This is how their past few nights had looked like - Azzi rubbing Paige’s legs while recounting practice detail by detail, from the conditioning to the drills to the scrimmages. It was slightly exhausting giving such a complete run down of their entire three hour practice, especially since Paige tended to asked questions that seemed irrelevant, making the whole spiel last even longer, but from the way the blonde listened intently, Azzi knew that this was how she was coping.

So these days she’d found herself stopping to take notes during practice, of important things that Geno said or observations she made of their plays, so that Paige would have something interesting to hear about.

“That’s good.” Paige pressed the heel of her foot against Azzi’s thigh, sending her a soft smile. “I missed you today.”

Azzi pinched Paige’s skin, a playful grin on her face. “You just saw me yesterday.”

“I know, but it’s not enough. It gets so lonely in here. Going outside is so tiring with crutches and shit.” Paige leaned her head back, breathing hard. When Azzi didn’t respond, only comfortingly patting her leg, she took it as a sign to continue. “I can’t even hang out with the girls no more because I feel like I’m dragging everyone behind, pathetically limping and trying to catch up.” Paige was on a rant now, her pent up anger seeping through her words. “But then I can’t go out alone, cuz sometimes people will start swarming me like I’m an animal at a zoo, and I can’t even escape because of my stupid leg.”

Paige was heaving now, and she was surprised when she looked down and saw that a wet drop had fallen on the collar of her shirt. Touching her cheek with her fingertips, she’d realized that tears had started to fall. “This is so stupid,” Paige grumbled. “I don’t know why I’m getting emotional over this shit.”

“Hey.” Azzi’s voice was gentle, a soothing balm to Paige’s wounds. “It’s not stupid. I get what you mean. I tore my ACL in high school. People always talk about the obvious struggles like not being able to play and stuff, but they don’t know about all these little things that make even daily life so hard.” She gently swiped her thumb over a tear rolling down Paige’s cheek. “I might have a solution to your problems, though.”

“What?” Paige perked up, suddenly interested.

Azzi smirked. “You’ll have to wait and see.”

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The next day, when Azzi opened the door of Paige’s apartment with the key that she’d been gifted, she came with a shiny wheelchair in tow.

She heard Paige moving around in the bathroom, so she rushed to hide the wheelchair behind the couch before the blonde could step out. The water from the faucet started running, and soon Paige limped out on her crutches.

“Oh my god, you scared me for a second,” Paige laughed.

Azzi slowly winded her arms around the older girl’s waist. “Guess what?”

Paige kissed the corner of Azzi’s mouth, trying to calm her heart that was now racing just from seeing the girl. “What?” But Azzi didn’t respond. She merely grabbed Paige’s crutches with one hand while supporting her waist with the other. She tossed them to the side, laughing at the confusion on Paige’s face.

“Are you gonna magically heal my knee?” Paige asked sarcastically, gripping into Azzi’s elbow for dear life.

“Nope. But today we’re going out, and all you’ll need is this.” Azzi slowly guided Paige to the couch, where she pointed at the wheelchair.

The blonde’s eyes widened. “No way!”

“Yes, way.” Azzi made sure Paige was steadily holding on to the couch before jogging to retrieve the wheelchair. “When I tore my ACL I had the same issue. I felt all pent up in my room but crutches were way too big of a nuisance. So my dad surprised me with a wheelchair and he’d just take me to the park and stuff so I could get some fresh air without having to hobble everywhere.”

Paige situated herself into the wheelchair, still in disbelief at the kind gesture. She felt Azzi run her hands through her hair, collecting and bringing it back, exposing the nape of her neck for her to brush her lips against. “Ready?” she murmured against her skin.

“Fuck yes.”

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Paige never thought she’d be so happy to be in a wheelchair. But here she was, being pushed by Azzi around the Storrs campus, and she’d never felt so giddy.

At first, they walked quietly, without aim. Paige would occasionally point things out and Azzi would respond with a hum. Every so often Azzi would let her fingernails lightly scratch across Paige’s shoulders, a soft reminder of her presence, and both were content.

“Oh my god, Az. There’s ice cream.” Paige turned around and gave such adorable puppy eyes that the dark haired girl could only roll her eyes affectionately and give in. When Paige started quietly chanting, “I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream,” Azzi shook her head, marveling at how to everyone else, Paige as a big and intimidating all star athlete, but to Azzi, she was just a dork.

“You wanna share?” Paige asked, studying the menu with the most concentration and thoughtfulness that Azzi had ever seen from her.

“Only if we get mint chip.”

“So you like toothpaste. Gotcha.”

Azzi leaned down to whisper in her ear, “You weren’t saying that last night.” The blonde immediately blushed, recalling how while they’d brushed their teeth last night, Azzi had looked so gorgeous that she couldn’t help herself but kiss her right then and there. Azzi had shrieked and pushed her off, but Paige had chuckled, pressing another toothpastey kiss to her cheek.

But Paige quickly recovered. “Well, anything tastes good when it’s on your lips.” This time it was Azzi’s turn to blush furiously.

For the rest of their “walk,” Paige focused on slurping her ice cream cone, occasionally lifting it up for Azzi to take a bit.

“You ate basically all of it,” Azzi complained once Paige had popped the last piece of cone into her mouth.

“Sorry, I couldn’t hear you asking for a bite from all the way up there,” Paige mocked.

Azzi leaned over the back of the wheelchair, staring at Paige upside down. “You’re an idiot,” she’d laughed as she’d pressed her lips to Paige’s.

“Very nice,” Paige approved once they broke apart. “Like Spider-man.”

The girls heard a high-pitched squeal come from behind them, and they both turned around, surprised to see Leo barreling towards them.“That was so cute!” Paige looked down, noticing the camera in Leo’s hand. “But do you think you could redo that kiss, with everything exactly the same? My lens went out of focus so the video came out kinda blurry.”

“What?” Paige looked at Azzi to see if she was just as confused as they were, but Azzi was staring icily at Geno’s daughter, her jaw clenched and rigid.

“Uh, for the documentary?” Leo held up her camera, as if that explained everything. “Azzi, I knew I agreed not to come yet, but this was so great! I think after this we can just move onto the interviews. I won’t be needing any more content.”

“Leo,” Azzi said roughly, taking a menacing step towards her. “Please leave.”

“What?” The peppy brunette looked taken aback.

“No, don’t leave,” Paige interjected. She looked between the two of them in disbelief. “Does someone wanna tell me what’s going on?”

Now Leo looked confused. “Azzi? I thought you told her?”

“Fucking hell.” Azzi let go of the wheelchair, pressing her palms against her temples. “I was going to,” she mumbled. “I swear I was, but-”

“Someone tell me what the fuck is going on right now.” Paige heard her own voice, and it took even her by her surprise. She hadn’t used a tone so filled with malice and aggression against Azzi since before they’d started this whole thing, and right now that felt like decades ago.

Leo looked hesitantly at Azzi before saying softly, “Um, I know the truth about you guys. That you two aren’t actually dating.”

Panic rose up in Paige’s throat. “Fudd, you told her?”

“I didn’t tell her!” Azzi said quickly, her voice all nervous and high pitched. “She overheard one of our conversations and asked me about it.”

“But I told her I’d keep the secret to myself, including from my dad, as long as you guys would agree to keep doing my segment. It’s way too late into the semester to throw my whole project away,” Leo defended.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Azzi’s heart lurched at the wounded look in Paige’s eyes. She glanced at Leo. This was not the way she’d planned for this conversation to play out, in front of Leo and in public, with some people now staring at them.

“I-”

“Wait.” Paige interrupted. “So why is Leo here right now? Can someone explain that?”

Leo looked guiltily down at her camera, as if she’d just been caught red handed. “Well, you’ve been out with your ACL, so you haven’t really been around to help film for my doc. Which I totally understand, it’s really terrible what happened. But then I realized I was really running short on scenes, and they’re due in a week, so I asked Azzi if there was any chance that I could get any more candids of you guys.” A headache was starting to form behind Paige’s eyes, throbbing and threatening to split her skull. “Azzi texted back and said that she was taking you around campus today, and that I could come get some shots if I wanted,” Leo finished, staring at the ground.

“I told you that you could get some shots after I gave you the say so.” Azzi spit, her eyebrows drawn together in fury as she glared at Leo. “Not whenever the fuck you wanted, just following us like creeps.” Azzi leaned down until she was eye to eye with Paige. “Listen, P. I was planning on telling you that Leo knew. And I was planning on asking you for permission for her to come take some shots at the end of the day, so that she’d have enough to turn in. I was planning on doing all this before Leo came, but I forgot.” Azzi’s voice came out patched and broken. “I swear I wouldn’t have let her if you’d said no.”

Paige‘s knuckles clenched tight, her fingernails digging into the palms of her hand so hard that she started to draw blood. Of course.

Why else would Azzi show up to her apartment with this godforsaken wheelchair, with that stupid big grin of hers, and offer to spend her entire day pushing Paige around like a servant? Azzi hadn’t cared that Paige had opened up to her, been vulnerable to her about how difficult it had been to be stuck on crutches, helpless and incapable. No, she’d wheeled Paige around in order to look like a hero, to look like the model girlfriend in front of Leo’s dumbass cameras, motivated to save her own ass from being kicked off the Europe trip.

All of the times Azzi had shown up to her apartment, groceries in hand, had stayed for a movie and fallen asleep on Paige’s shoulder? Those moments had meant everything to Paige, and nothing to her. Paige cursed herself for letting her guard down, for letting herself fall in love with Azzi Fudd. For letting herself believe that they could be anything more than enemies.

She turned to Leo. “Take me home,” she demanded, her voice cold.

“Paige, wait.” Azzi scrambled furiously to stand in front of the wheelchair. “Please, you don’t understand.”

“Understand what? The fact that you know I have a hard time opening up to people, yet when I finally opened up to you about my insecurities about using crutches, you immediately took advantage of that?” Paige laughed, but it was bitter and hollow because right now, nothing was funny.

“That wasn’t my intention at all. You can’t-”

“You know what?” Paige interrupted. “I can’t even be mad at you. This is what we agreed to after all. Fake dating. Nothing less, nothing more.” She laughed bitterly. “In fact, I should thank you for being the reasonable one. For not being stupid enough to get your feelings involved like I did.” Paige bit the inside of her cheek so hard she could taste blood. “This was really a genius plan. Lugging the cripple around, getting her ice cream like she’s a poor child that needs to be saved. You’re smart, Fudd, I’ll give you that.” Paige hated it, the way Azzi was recoiling into herself because of her words, but she couldn’t think. She could only feel, and right now she was feeling a whole lot of hurt.

Leo nervously took ahold of Paige’s wheelchair.

“Paige, you don’t even know what you’re saying,” Azzi said. And apparently Paige was better at controlling her emotions than Azzi was, because Azzi was crying now, forcing words through her tears.

Paige cut her off again. “Save it.” She motioned for Leo to push, and they began heading in the opposite direction. “Don’t bother coming to my surgery.”

Paige hadn’t meant that. Oh god, she hadn’t meant that. They’d talked about her surgery just days earlier - Azzi had joked that she would fill up Paige’s entire apartment with stuffed animals to await her return; she’d joked that she’d show up to her hospital room from the first visiting hour and stay until the last, nagging and bothering Paige the entire time until Paige begged her to leave; she’d joked that she’d bring the biggest and brightest bouquet of flowers she could find so that she would outshine all the other measly attempts at flowers that people would bring. Paige had laughed, but in her head, she’d thought about how much she wouldn’t have minded if Azzi actually followed through with her words. About how the first face she wanted to see after her surgery was Azzi, and only Azzi. But she hadn’t said any of that, had instead giggled and swatted Azzi on the shoulder.

But now, the distance between them grew further and further, and it took Paige everything not to break apart right then and there.

#paige bueckers #azzi fudd #pazzi #uconnwbb #wbb #wcbb #angst

[lecsainz]

SUNSET

pairings: charles leclerc x girlfriend!reader

request: Hello bae! I absolutely adore your writing, could you maybe write something about charles being turned on by your sundress and maybe it leads to smut? Thank you!!🩷

authors note: [ something cool again ]

warnings: (+18) smut, minors dni!

☆. . . masterlist !

Y/N loved summers, especially when her boyfriend was on a break from Formula 1. It was one of the rare times in the year when they spent 24/7 together for weeks. She cherished those moments.

Charles had asked Y/N to get ready because he wanted to show her a new place in Monaco, one he had discovered while running with Andrea. Y/N walked into the living room, where Charles was standing, his concentration solely focused on his iPhone with the cracked back.

"Don't you think it's time to replace that phone?" she asked playfully.

"Oh my God!" Charles muttered under his breath, his attention suddenly torn away from his phone as he saw Y/N in a summer dress that hugged every curve of her body.

"Enjoying the view?" she asked, a playful smile on her lips. She took a spin, showing off the dress to him.

Continues with Charles being flustered by her appearance, but Y/N's tone was light-hearted and teasing. She knew exactly how to play him.

"Maybe a little too much," Charles replied, his voice slightly strained as he tore his gaze away from her. He cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. "You look incredible."

Y/N chuckled, enjoying the effect she had on him. "Well, if you can manage to tear your eyes away from your phone for a few minutes, maybe I can show you the dress properly."

Charles finally looked up, a sheepish smile tugging at his lips. "Right, sorry. You just... caught me off guard."

Y/N walked over to him, her fingers lightly tracing the outline of his jaw. "You know, I've missed having you all to myself like this."

He nodded, his eyes softening as he gazed at her. "Me too. It's been way too long."

Without thinking, Charles pulled her into his lap, his arms encircling her waist. Y/N laughed, her fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

"We should probably get going," she said, her voice a mix of reluctance and amusement.

Charles rested his forehead against hers, his warm breath fanning over her lips. "You're right, we should," he agreed, his tone a little too casual.

Y/N chuckled, realizing where he was heading. "Don't even think about it, Leclerc. We have plans, remember?"

A mischievous glint danced in his eyes as he grinned. Instead of getting up, he gently shifted her weight, lowering her onto the couch and hovering above her.

"Plans can wait," he murmured, his lips brushing against hers in a feather-light kiss.

She tried to suppress a laugh, her hands resting against his chest. "Charles, we can't just stay here all day."

He nuzzled her neck, his lips pressing soft kisses along her skin. "Who said anything about all day? Maybe just until sunset."

Y/N let out a soft sigh, her resistance fading as he continued to trail kisses across her collarbone. "You're impossible."

Charles looked up, his eyes locking onto hers with a playful spark. "But you love me."

She rolled her eyes, though her smile was undeniable. "Fine, we can stay here for a little while."

"Good," he murmured, his lips finding hers again, this time with more urgency.

As they continued to kiss, the world outside their apartment seemed to disappear, leaving only the sensation of his touch and the sound of their breaths mingling in the air.

Charles's hands moved along the curves of her body, his touch igniting a fire within her. Y/N's fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as their kisses deepened, a silent understanding passing between them.

The soft cushions of the sofa seemed to mold around them, offering both comfort and support as their bodies pressed closer together. His fingers traced the edges of her sundress, his touch sending shivers down her spine.

Breaking the kiss, Charles's lips found the sensitive skin of her neck, trailing a path of heated kisses along her collarbone. Y/N's breath hitched, her nails lightly grazing his back as a quiet moan escaped her lips.

"Charles," she whispered, her voice a mixture of need and desire. His name on her lips only fueled his hunger, and he responded by deepening his kisses, his lips now exploring the contours of her chest.

As their passions grew, Charles's urgency became more apparent. His fingers deftly worked at the fabric of her sundress, a silent plea for permission in his eyes. Y/N met his gaze, her own desire mirrored in her eyes. With a nod, she gave him the consent he sought.

The fabric of her dress yielded to his touch, the sound of tearing fabric mingling with their heavy breaths. Charles's lips moved lower, his kisses leaving a trail of fire along her skin. Each touch, each caress, sent shivers of pleasure through her body.

Their bodies shifted, and Charles positioned himself between her legs, his eyes locked onto hers as he continued his exploration. His fingers traced maddening patterns along her inner thighs, making her gasp with anticipation.

"Oh lord," she moaned, her fingers threading through his hair. Her body arched against his touch, aching for more.

He responded by pressing a searing kiss against her most sensitive spot, eliciting a cry of pleasure from her lips. Charles's movements were skilled, his touch driving her closer to the edge.

Y/N's fingers tightened in his hair, her moans growing louder as waves of ecstasy washed over her. Charles's name was a mantra on her lips, a prayer and a plea all at once.

And as they reached the pinnacle of their desire, their bodies moved in perfect harmony, a symphony of pleasure and need. The world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them entangled in a moment of pure intimacy.

Afterward, as they lay entwined on the sofa, their breathing slowly returning to normal, Charles pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. Y/N smiled, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest as they basked in the aftermath of their intense encounter.

Charles pulled away slightly, his forehead resting against Y/N's. "See? Sunset," he whispered, a triumphant grin on his lips.

Y/N chuckled, shaking her head. "You're unbelievable, you know that?"

He shrugged, his gaze tender as he looked at her. "I just know what I want, and right now, it's you."

Y/N chuckled softly, nuzzling against him. "You certainly have a way with persuasion."

He grinned, his arms wrapped around her. "Well, I believe actions speak louder than words."

With a contented sigh, Y/N nodded, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his chest. "I can't argue with that."

With a contented smile, Y/N let herself be pulled into another kiss, the world outside their apartment fading away as they enjoyed the simple pleasure of being together.

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[theemporium]

Could you possibly write something for Nico where he dates shy reader and he is all lovey dovey with her post game win when they celebrate together? Perhaps she wears his jersey? Thank you for considering. 🫶🏻

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

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It wasn’t that you didn’t want to support Nico, it was more so the fact the games were a lot more intense and intimidating when you were in person.

You watched every game without fail, though usually it was from the comfort of your own couch whilst you were buried in one of his hoodies. And despite what people assumed, he didn’t mind. He knew you supported him. He knew that the second the game was over, you would be on the phone to him to tell him exactly what you thought of the game, always complementing the way he played regardless of whether the Devils won or lost.

And he knew games in person weren’t really your thing. You didn’t like the attention of being sat by the glass and, even though you got along with the other players’ families and friends, it still felt a little intense to be in a suite with them for the whole game. You didn’t like the pressure of having to keep up friendly small talk during the game, but Nico knew you would because you would have felt bad otherwise. 

So, in all honesty, he didn’t mind that you didn’t go to his games. 

But there was something that made his heart want to burst out of his chest on the games you did attend in person. 

“Fuck you, Panthers!” 

Nico huffed out a laugh, shaking his head at Jack’s antics. The boy was already one too many drinks deep into their post-game celebration after—by some miraculous turn of events—thrashing the Panthers on Jersey soil with a buzzing 6-1. 

“You’re gonna get us kicked out,” Nico teased, but the boy didn’t care as he grinned widely at his captain. 

“Give it a break, Cap, go back to making heart eyes at your girl!” Jack snickered, wiggling his eyebrows at the two of you. He didn’t think Nico had let go of you since he had stepped out of the locker room. “We fucking broke the streak! We are allowed to celebrate!”

“Let him have his fun,” you said, your arms tightening to gain your boyfriend’s attention as he tore his eyes away from Jack to look down at you. His gaze softened in an instant and it made your stomach erupt with butterflies. “You all deserve to celebrate the win after the rough streak.” 

“Hm, maybe we won because you were here,” Nico teased, though there was a sincerity in his words that made you think he truly believed his own words. “Wanna come to Montreal with us?”

You snorted, shaking your head. “Today was all you, I had nothing to do with it.”

“I don’t know about that,” Nico said with a massive smile on his lips as his fingers playfully tugged on the hem of the jersey you were wearing. “We lost the last five games until my girl walked in with her lucky jersey on. I think that’s all the proof we need.”

Your cheeks burned as you glanced down at the lucky jersey in question. It was an old jersey of his, maybe one from a year or two ago. He had given it to you near the start of your relationship, when he was leaving for his first roadie since you started seeing each other. You joked about buying some Devils merch to support him whilst you watched the games and he had handed you the jersey the night before he left. You wore it for every game you watched—or at least, you tried to. 

This had been the first game in a while you had worn it since you lost it in the process of moving apartments with Nico, into an apartment big enough for the two of you.

“You hockey players and your superstitions,” you murmured, tucking your chin against your chest to hide how flushed ‘my girl’ made you.

But Nico was one step ahead of you as his hands moved to cup your cheeks, lifting your head until he could look down at your flustered face with a soft smile. “I heard kissing the captain after a win gives the team good luck for their next.”

You laughed and his expression brightened. “Yeah?”

“Mhm, an old hockey legend,” Nico nodded. 

“Well, you gotta kiss him now!” Jack exclaimed from the other side of the table. “We need the luck!”

You laughed harder as you wrapped your arms around his waist once again and grinned up at him. “I think I can get behind that superstition.”

And Nico barely gave you a chance to finish your sentence before he leaned down to kiss you, his smile pressed against yours.

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[wintersoldiersoul]

Slowly

A/N: I think this might be the beginning of a little series.. let me know if you guys would want more of this! Also, this story mentions a past sexual assault of the reader (not in detail) but I just want you guys to know that if you ever need a safe space, my DMs are always open. It's something I've experienced and the experiences that the reader has had are very similar to my own. Please reach out if you ever need anything <3

Warnings: mention of a past sexual assalult, angst, fluff

“Y/N is going on a daaateee!” Wanda sang, running into the living room, you and Natasha following behind. 

Her statement turned the attention of Steve, Sam, and Bucky who were sitting on the couch. “A date, huh?” Steve asked. “With who?”

You laughed awkwardly. “Just a guy I met at the bar,” you shrugged. When your random bar makeout from last week had invited you to dinner, you didn’t wanna say yes. But with a little bit of peer pressure from the two women standing with you, you had reluctantly agreed.

Your eyes were on Bucky, whose eyes were on his phone. Why would you expect him to care that you were going on a date? Your feelings for him clearly weren’t reciprocated and you needed to move on. It was never going to happen.

The three of you moved to the living room to sit with the guys as you began to be bombarded with questions and comments. You swore that sometimes the adult superheros acted like middle schoolers, cheering like children when someone had any sort of development in their love life.

“So are you finally gonna have sex with someone?” Sam teased. You weren’t a virgin by any means, but it had been a while. A fact that the team loved to tease you about whenever you were stressed.

“No,” you said, simply not in the mood to be interrogated about your love life. “I don’t even know if I like him. We just kissed in a bar.”

“You’re gonna fall in love, and get married and have so many kids together,” Sam continued, his tone full of mockery. 

You weren’t necessarily embarrassed about your sex life. You didn’t care that it had been a while since you’d been with someone. It wasn’t like you hadn’t had the opportunity. It was just hard for you to trust. Ever since you had been assaulted, you didn’t wanna have sex with a stranger. You never told the team about the assault, not wanting to face the sympathetic looks. It wasn’t like they could do anything about it anyways. 

“That’s not gonna happen,” you said monotonously.

“Y/N, you’re gonna bang him and then be so happy and uplifted. Maybe you’ll actually get some sleep at night,” Steve joined in.

“Guys, seriously, stop.” You tried to prevent yourself from getting annoyed to the point of anger, but they were pushing your buttons. Even if they didn’t know the full reason you didn’t wanna talk about it, you were telling them to stop and that should have been enough. It was clear you didn’t wanna talk about this and that you didn’t even wanna go on the date at all but they just couldn’t help themselves from joking like a bunch of teenagers.

“We’re just so happy for you and all of the sex you’re gonna be having!” Sam said.

That’s when Bucky turned his head. “Guys, she said she doesn’t wanna talk about it, okay?”

Your heart fluttered when he defended you. You had tried your best to control your feelings for Bucky but the organ in your chest betrayed you. Every day you fell a little bit more in love with him. You just couldn’t help yourself. What had started as a harmless crush had turned into a gut-wrenching unrequited love story that tore you apart every time you saw or spoke to him.

“Let us celebrate!” Sam said. “Y/N’s gonna get fucked!”

You stood up quickly and walked away, anger reverberating in every step you took back to your room. You didn’t even wanna go on this stupid date and you sure as hell didn’t wanna have sex with a stranger. You wished you could do it. You wished you could have your mind and confidence back, the way you did before the assault. But it had ruined your trust. The one time you tried to have sex with a stranger ended in a panic attack and you getting out of his apartment as quickly as possible.

“Assholes,” Bucky muttered, standing up to follow you and make sure you were okay. He reached your door a second after you, stopping the door as you tried to close it. “You okay?”

“Yup.”

He followed you and sat next to you on the bed when you did the same. “Just ignore them. They think they’re funny,” he laughed.

You gave him a closed-mouth smile. “I just wish they’d actually stop when I tell them to, you know? I know they don’t mean to hurt me and it’s not like they know…” you trailed off before you said too much.

“What?” Bucky asked.

“Nothing, nothing. It doesn’t matter.”

But Bucky could read you like a book. Despite your feelings that he’d never like you back, he did. In fact, he loved you as much as you loved him, which led him to usually being quiet and reserved in your presence. He always had his eyes on you when you weren’t looking, silently wishing he could just work up the courage to ask you out. “Something’s bothering you, I can tell,” he said.

“And how would you know?” You said, raising an eyebrow.

“Because I know you. Better than you think I do.” 

His words rendered you speechless as you stared into his eyes. God, what was it about this man that just made you want to open up? “I…” you hesitated. You had been holding this secret for so long, you didn’t know how it would feel to share it. “I was sexually assaulted last year. I’ve tried to have sex since but it ended badly,” you took a deep breath. You were not going to cry in front of him. “I think it messed me up more than I thought it did. I feel… broken, I guess? Like, it feels like everyone else in the world can have a one night stand no problem but for me, I just can’t. And it makes me feel bad about myself.”

Bucky stared at you as you spoke. “Y/N, you are not broken,” he said with conviction. “You went through something traumatic. It makes complete sense that it’s hard for you.” He stared so deep into your eyes.

“Thanks,” you said, honestly just wanting to move past the conversation. “It’s fine. I just wasn’t in the mood for jokes.”

He lifted his hand up, brushing your hair behind your ear. Your heart pounded in your chest. “It’s not fine, though. Have you told anyone else? You shouldn’t deal with that alone.”

You sighed. Maybe he was right, but still you couldn’t find the energy to have that conversation right now. “Why do you even care, Bucky?”

“Because I’m in love with you, goddamn it!” 

You were speechless. This had to be some kind of joke. He had figured out your little crush and just wanted to fuck with you. Make a fool out of you. “Don’t be mean, Bucky.”

“Mean?” He said. “Why do you think I never talk to you? You make me so nervous I never know what to say. I have to stop myself from blurting out how fucking beautiful you are. God, when I’m around you it’s like… I feel like myself again.” The look in his blue eyes told you that he was telling the truth.

“Bucky, I.. I love you too. I have for a while.”

His breathing sped up as his hand remained on your face. “Can I kiss you?”

“Yes.”

His lips were on yours in an instant. His tongue made his way into your mouth, kissing you feverishly. You were both desperate for each other, desperate for the love and affection that had been missing from your lives. 

“W-wait,” he said, removing his lips from yours. “I don’t want to do anything you’re not comfortable with. I mean, you just told me you were sexually assaulted. I don’t wanna rush you into anything. I think we should just take this slow.” 

You nearly cried but stopped yourself. How was this real? How was it possible that the man you had been secretly loving for so long actually felt the same? And how was it possible that he was so respectful? So caring?

“T-thank you. I really needed to hear that, Buck.”

He smiled. “I want you to trust me, fully. If we’re gonna do this… if you want to, that is, we’re gonna do this right. We’re gonna go to dinner and I’m gonna spoil you like you deserve. And we’re gonna take everything at your pace, okay?”

“I-I don’t wanna disappoint you, Bucky. It might take me a while to be…fully comfortable.”

He grabbed your face in both of his hands. “Listen to me. You could never disappoint me. Get that thought out of your head.”

You bit your lip and nodded.

“Now do me a favor,” he whispered. “Cancel that damn date.”

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Hii, can I request how would the arcane milfs reactions (separated ofc) when their love interest telling them that they're engaged to someone else?

P.S. Just thinking about them doesn't have the chance to say how they feel for the love interest makes me wanna cry fr 🥲

Arcane milfs when the person they love is taken

See that face? Yeah, that's exactly the kind of an expression SEVIKA makes when she finds out you're taken. She lets out a small 'Oh.' and awkwardly scratches the back of her head while apologizing to you before she swiftly leaves. She stomps back to her apartment and definitely breaks something before slumping down on her couch. With her head in her hands, Sevika curses, thinking about how could she be so stupid. Of course you already have someone! Someone inevitably better than her, someone who can probably give you a secure and happy life, things she could never provide for you. In the end she heaves a deep sigh before sitting back and lighting up a cigarette. And if a tear rolls down her scarred cheek as she smokes, well... she will be the only witness to that scene.

GRAYSON is caught off guard at first. With how enamored she has been with you lately, her mind was so caught up that it never even occurred to her that you might be taken. She looks down at the bouquet of flowers she brought for you, to invite you on a date, before lifting her head to see your pitying eyes looking at her. She brushes your concern off, ensuring you that it's okay, it was her mistake for not asking you about your relationship status before making a move on you. She goes to her office, setting the bouquet of flowers aside. Grayson pours herself a glass of whiskey, she got the bottle as a gift as she herself has never been a fan of the drink. But she figures that the strong taste of alcohol is better than the taste of rejection, which still lingers in her mouth.

It feels as if all the walls that CASSANDRA tore down in order to make herself vulnerable to you have built themselves back up. The change in her expression, from soft and lovesick to a diplomatic and cold one, was instant. The only words she uttered to you were: ''I see. My apologies then.'', before she turned around and retired to her chambers. Cassandra sat at her vanity, slowly taking off her jewelry and gloves, barely even noticing the tears making their way down her cheeks. She looked at herself in the mirror and scoffed at her display of weakness before lowering her head in her hands. Her mask crumbled and Cassandra found herself sobbing at her vanity until the dead of the night, her heart aching at the realization that she could never have you. Well, you were never hers to begin with.

While AMBESSA can seem like someone who cannot take no for an answer, with you it's different. Ever since she started having feelings for you, she had sworn to herself that she will do right by you and change. She wanted to be worthy of your love and show you that she is capable of upholding a romantic relationship. Well, turns out all her efforts were for naught. Your heart belonged to someone else. Someone that wasn't her. She gave you a silent nod, her gaze avoiding yours, and left, needing to be alone for a while. Probably has a small outburst of rage like Sevika before sitting down and hanging her head in defeat. All of a sudden, none of the victories nor the riches meant anything to Ambessa. None of it was worth it if she didn't have you to share it with. Oh, how stupid she was...

a/n: oof, this one hurt! i originally intended to take a bit of a break, but here i am, hope you like this <3 thank you anon for sending it in :)

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A Misinterpreted Loss

Summary: Bradley finally asked you out, but what happens when he walks out with another girl? Running to your best friend seemed like the only logical answer.

Pairings: Jake Seresin X Bestfriend!reader / Bradley Bradshaw x female!reader

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, baby swear words, fluffy fluff.

Word count: 1.5k

A/N: I have a million WIP’s but this idea came to me today and I had to get it out. Possible part 2? As always, my inbox is open for you all. Thanks for reading!!

Jake opened the door to find you standing there, eyes red and puffy with tears running down your face. Panic flooded his system as he looked you over for any obvious signs of injury. Seeing you cry was a rare sight and he was preparing himself for the worst.

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” His body was tense as he was ready to act on a moment’s notice, trying to keep a calm exterior while he waited for your answer.

“He left with another girl.” The words came out as a near whisper, but he heard every one of them. Which is why he was more confused than anything.

“What do you mean? Who left with another girl?” His focus was fully on you as he was trying to piece things together.

“Bradley. I thought things were going well, but I clearly misread the situation.” The sorrow was quickly turning in to anger and Jake picked up on the swift change in emotions.

“Have you been drinking?” A simple head nod confirmed it, and he ran a hand over his face.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N. I thought you were actually hurt or something.” Any other time you would’ve felt slightly bad for sending him into a spiral of worry, but tonight your mind was on other things. Which is why you lightly hit his arm in protest.

“I am hurt! My heart literally tore in two tonight and you don’t even care!” His lack of empathy for the situation had you walking away from him. A hand gently grabbed your wrist, halting your retreat.

“Calm down, killer. Come inside so we can talk about this.” You let out a huff and allowed him to lead you inside his apartment. You took residence on the couch, curling your knees into your chest. Jake sat down next to you and told you to start from the beginning.

You leaned your head back on the cushion behind you and closed your eyes as you started explaining what all happened to lead you here.

“We had gotten done with our training for the day and he asked if I wanted to grab a drink. Of course, I said yes, happy that we were finally moving in the right direction. We were there about an hour before I got up to go to the bathroom and when I came out, he had his arm around another girl’s waist and was walking out of the bar with her. Long story short, I took a few shots that I know I’m going to regret in the morning and called a cab to bring me here.”

Jake listened to every word, trying to figure out why Bradley would do that. He knew his teammate was crazy about you and it took three of them to convince him to even ask you out in the first place. So why the hell did he walk out with another girl? Your whisper of a voice pulled him out of his thoughts.

“What’s wrong with me? Why doesn’t he care?” Jakes heart broke at the questions, and he was at a loss for words. You always carried yourself with your head held high. Nothing ever seemed to get to you, or at least so he thought. But hearing the words laced with pain had him more worked up than when you first got there.

Any other guy and he would’ve run out that door to beat some sense in to them. But he couldn’t touch a teammate, no matter how pissed off he was. Helpless was the word that kept running thorough his mind.

“Come here, sweetheart.” He pulled you into his side, letting you rest your head on his shoulder as his hand rubbed comforting circles on your arm.

“I’m only going to say this once, so listen closely. There is absolutely nothing wrong with you. You are one of the strongest women I know, and any guy would have won the lottery if you gave them the time of day. I don’t know why Bradley did what he did, but don’t ever let a man decide your worth.”

More tears spilled onto your face, and you pressed yourself into him more. Trying to steal as much comfort as you could from the one person in your life who had always been there.

“Let’s get you to bed.” You felt him start to move and you tightened your grip on him.

“Please stay. Just for a few more minutes.” The desperation was clear, and it had him rethinking about hurting a teammate. Bradley couldn’t be a part of the team if he couldn’t see clearly out of his eyes to fly a plane.  

“I’ll stay as long as you need me to.” You relaxed a bit at his words and whispered a thank you. He gave you a kiss on the head in return and you knew you made the right decision in coming here. No one knew you like Jake did and in this moment, all you needed was your friend.

After some time had passed, you squeezed his arm letting him know you were ready to move.

“Let’s get you to bed.” The drinks had long worn off and the only thing you were left with was a throbbing headache. Another thing to blame the Hawaiian shirt pilot for.

It took all of seconds to fall asleep once you were settled in bed. Jake ran a hand through his hair, trying to work out what he was going to do in the morning. You both had to be at base for training, but he already knew you weren’t going to be in it tomorrow. Maybe he can tell them you have a stomach bug. Something to give you the much-needed day off.

Jake went to slide into the bed next to you when a frantic knock on the door had him turning around. He already knew who it was before he even opened the door. He had to stop a second and take a few deep breaths, willing himself to calm down.

“The hell you think you’re doing here, Bradshaw?” Jake took one look at the pilot and knew he was having just as rough as a night as Y/N.

“Is she here?” Bradley tried to look around Jake into the apartment, but Jake stepped into his line of vision.

“You have 30 seconds to explain what the hell happened before knock that stupid mustache off your face.” Bradley took a step back, putting a little bit of space between him and his fuming teammate.

"She went to the bathroom and this girl came up trying to hit on me or whatever. She was wasted and I knew if I didn’t get her out of there that someone was going to take advantage of her. So, I walked her out and straight into a cab. When I came back in, Y/N was gone. I’ve spent the last hour trying to find her and she won’t answer her phone. I have no idea why it took me this long to realize she would’ve come here.”

Jake stepped out into the hall and closed the door behind him, not wanting to wake you up for this. “She said your hands were around that girl’s waist.”

Bradley shook his head, “Man she couldn’t stand up straight. That’s how drunk this girl was. I figured the least I could do is make sure she got home safe. No one should be left alone like that.”

Jake watched for any signs of him lying, but only saw concern and worry. Something he had been feeling since you got there. “She thinks you left with that girl. Came here more upset than I’ve ever seen her.”

Bradley leaned against the wall behind him and closed his eyes. “I never would’ve done that to her.” He opened his eyes and looked straight at Jake. “She’s it for me. But one misinterpreted situation may have cost me everything. What do I do?”

That desperation he heard in Y/N’s voice earlier was mirrored in Bradley’s now. He knew he had to do something, but he couldn’t be seen as taking his side over yours.

“You better fix this and soon. That girl in there was asking me what was wrong with her. She’s so damn crazy about you, that you managed to break her beyond belief. I don’t know what you have to do, but so help me God, you sure as hell better do it soon or else your time as a pilot is about to come to an end.”

There was a few things Bradley had learned during this assignment. One: you and Jake were inseparable and winning you over meant winning him as well. Or else life would suddenly become very hard to live.

Two: you were everything he dreamed of in a girl and more. It was almost embarrassing how easily he fell for you and this night showed him how hard he needed to work to get you back.

And that’s exactly what he planned to do.

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The plan (11)

Summary: The stakeout ensues as Y/n and her friends try and catch the perp, but they underestimate the power of marshmallows and boy talk, Y/n and her boys have a run in with a rude customer and Y/n, has some explaining to do.

Word count: 3.4k

Warnings: Verbal Abuse, Name calling, Threatening, Fluff, Angst, Let me know if I missed any!!

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It had been a few days since the boys started helping out at the café and thankfully everything had been going well, I was currently waiting for Seoyeon to arrive since she had wanted to come over to ‘set a trap’ for whoever has been leaving these notes, I told her it was stupid and it didn’t matter, but she didn’t really care.

The knock at the door tore me away from my thoughts and I made my way over from the couch, the boys knew that she was coming over and they were just doing their own things, mostly playing games on the tv so I doubt they would notice us, they can get really competitive, Namjoon and Seokjin had to tear apart Jungkook and Taehyung the other night because Taehyung had won the Mario cart round between the two.

I pulled open the door to see Seoyeon and standing next to her was Jiyoon, who I was not expecting.

“Oh. Hey guys, I didn’t know you were coming by too Jiyoon.” I said while inviting them inside.

“I found her sitting in the lobby at one of the tables and figured she could be a helpful asset, she can be very loud, so while I’m chasing them with this bat,” Seoyeon said as she whipped a large baseball bat out from behind her which made me and Jiyoon step back from her to avoid being hit by the crazy lady. “She can yell and scream at them so other people come out and they can chase them too.” Seoyeon exclaimed excitedly and with a small glint in her eyes.

“A-Ah, well, why don’t we just put that down and, uh-”

“Where on earth did you pull that from?” Jiyoon’s exclaimed with a look of concern.

“It’s a secret.”

Seoyeon moved her index finger up to her lips before slowly lowering it down and turning back to me with a large smile on her face, I could see Jiyoon looking around her back obviously trying to see where it had come from.

“Right, well, I really don’t think it’s such a big deal.” I said while walking them into the kitchen, Seoyeon slung the bag off her back, and it smacked onto the table, and it made a loud thud.

What did she put in that?

“Y/n, someone is threating you, what happens if they come into the apartment or what if it gets worse and they’re a stalker or something.” She kept rambling on.

“You watch too many of those damn crime documentaries, I told you to stop that.” I said while rolling my eyes at her. She turned to fully face me, and she stuck her arms out and put her hands on my shoulders, holding me firmly while looking into my eyes with a serious stare.

“I just don’t want anything bad to happen to you.” She spoke, I stared into her eyes before breaking and letting out a sigh.

“Fine, I guess it wouldn’t be great if they did manage to get into the apartment.” I glanced over to the spare room were you could her the boys yelling, something about zombies and a death pit. “I don’t want anything bad to happen to them.”

The girls both glanced over to the room before looking back at me, but Jiyoon kept her eyes on the door.

“Yeah, them too I guess. But mainly you.”

I gasped before whacking her on the arm.

“Seoyeon!”

“What? I’m not exactly ‘fond’ of them.” She murmured while rolling her eyes and bringing one hand up to rub her arm. “One of them hit you, and that Hoseok wasn’t too friendly to me, who does he think he is? asking me who I am? Jimin and Jungkook are okay though.” She scoffed when talking about the older boys.

“He was just protecting me, he didn’t know who you were, you even tried to do the same thing, and can we please drop the whole getting hit thing, I wasn’t seriously hurt, and we’ve resolved it anyways.”

“Oh, you may have resolved, but I’ve still got some words to have with whoever it was that thought it was okay to-”

“Seoyeon, just drop it, it’s okay, really. What’s your plan anyways, stand out front the door and chase down anyone who walks by with your giant… bat? What game do you even play with that?” I asked her, suddenly interested in what game could possibly need a bat that large.

“Hide n seek.”

“Huh?”

“The bat’s for hide n seek, and no, that’s not my plan, The plan, is that we are going to wait on the inside of the door and when they slide the note under it we then open the door, and we surprise attack them.” She explained like it was that simple.

Hide n seek?

“Wah-a, um, sure-yeah, that sounds like a plan.” I stumbled over my words.

“Let’s set this trap.”

We were all sitting around in our pyjamas on some spare blankets in front of the door, waiting to hopefully catch the culprit, I had pulled out some crackers and cheese, and Seoyeon came prepared with some marshmallows and chocolate biscuits, the warm glow from the lamps in the kitchen and lounge room illuminated the area, I could still hear the boys from the other room, but they seemed to have quieted down.

“How could you choose him over Guwon?”

“I’m sorry, have you seen him?” I quickly fired back at Seoyeon’s outrageous comment. “The whole show he is looking after Ari and taking care of her, making sure she isn’t getting into trouble and helping her. Guwon on the other hand spends most of the show bothering Sarang!”

“Yeah, but he means well!”

“Sure, he means well, but he doesn’t do well.”

“You guys do realise that you’re arguing over fictional men, right?”

“Shhhh!” We both hushed Jiyoon at her interruption to our very important debate. Somehow we had come to the topic of best CEO men from the shows we watched, Seoyeon thought Guwon from her hotel show was better than Junkyung from my celebrity show, which was wrong.

“Have you even seen ‘celebrity’?” I sassed her, already knowing the answer.

“No- “

Before she could finish I cut her off.

“Exactly! Watch it, then come and tell me who you think the better ‘troubled, rich boy, CEO’ is.” I huffed at her playfully while doing quotation marks before facing away and sticking up my nose. I heard her sigh before the small hallway fell into a silence, which was promptly broken by our fatal attempts at keeping our laughter in.

We had been having so much fun that we had pretty much forgotten about the plan, the blanket was covered with various pillows and things, topped with platters of different food and drinks, Seoyeon’s bat was now replaced with a half empty jumbo pack of Tim tams and a half drunken bottle of creaming Soda.

It had been so long since we had spent time together, the three of us, maybe we should plan a trip or something.

It didn’t take long for us to lose the energy and become tired, we did our best to stay awake, but after a long night, our attempts were futile, I didn’t wake up until I felt someone moving my body before shuffling arms under me and lifting me up, I sleepily moved my hand my rub my eyes so I could try and get a better view of what was happening around me.

I felt my body resting against someone’s chest before I looked up and saw Hoseok, he was whispering to someone else, they moved around a bit before they stopped talking, we didn’t move for a while until I heard someone groaning, I turned to my side to see Jiyoon sitting down, half-awake on the floor, she hurled herself up before hastily trying wake the other sleeping girl, I turned back around and closed my eyes for just a second.

The quick light that entered the room before the sound of shuffling entered my ears made me stir slightly, I looked up again at Hoseok who was still holding me, but this time he looked down, I couldn’t see much of his face, but I heard him say something that I couldn’t understand before we started moving.

My body came in contact with the bed, and I immediately started to wriggle myself under the blankets before turning and latching on to the closest thing for warmth.

“Jiyoon’s apartment was so boring.” Seoyeon whined, extending the ‘o’ “There was nothing to do, she didn’t even have any magazines to read!”

I had acknowledged at her whining as I continued stirring the batter. I turned to look at her before speaking. “You were only there for an hour or so this morning, I doubt you were up for long after you got there.”

Seoyeon gave me a quick glare before continuing on her rant about how ‘self-centred’ this guy was for making her ‘lose her beauty sleep’, I started folding in the blueberries to the muffin batter before glancing and double checking the baking tray was ready, Jin was at the other side of the kitchen making a batch of cookies, I could smell the scent of the first batch looming in the air, the quiet hum of the oven as a back tone to the melody that Jungkook was humming to on the other side of the door, Seoyeon kept talking as I tried to drown her out, the sounds around me changed slightly before I picked up the bowl to start pouring the batter into the moulds.

I counted as I made my way across the pan before abruptly stopping.

“Jungkook. Stop it.”

I felt the room still slightly as I spun on my heels to face the culprit, Jungkook stood next to the fridge, one hand holding open the door and the other one holding another banana milk, his fifth one today. His faced warped from surprised to guilty to a cheeky bunny smile, I did my best to not give in, but alas, his cute face was too much for me, I smiled back at him as I watched him slowly place the banana milk back into the fridge.

“If you help out in the kitchen, then maybe you’ll forget about the banana milk.” I said while turning back to what I was doing, I heard him let out a faux gasp, probably dramatically smacking his hand to his chest.

“I could never forget about my 2nd one true love.” He spoke.

I snorted at his weird choice of words before suggesting that he help Jin out with the biscuits, I could feel eyes digging into the back of my head as I heard Kookie make his way over to Jin.

We all went back to work and Seoyeon began helping me with the next muffin mixture, strawberries this time.

“Yah! Stop eating all the mixture!” I suddenly heard someone yell, I turned around to see Jin pushing his hand into Kook’s face as he tried to reach for the batter, which Jin was holding away from him, making Jungkook face get squished, it made a really funny scene to see, and I giggled at the sight.

“But it tastes so good.” He whined.

“Yeah, well, it’ll get better when it’s cooked” Jin said matter of fact.

As Jin moved his hand and went to place the bowl back down, Jungkook launched towards the bowl, Jin tried to move it, but he was too slow, Jungkook retracted his hand and ran behind Jin and to the other side of the room.

“Too slow, it’s the old bones, they’re making you slow now, grandpa!” Jungkook joked and laughed while bouncing on the balls of his feet in a teasing manner, Jin seemed offended before he shot back at Jungkook.

“Grandpa? I’ll show you grandpa when I chase you down with my spoon!” He threatened, Jungkook’s face dropped as he turned and scrambled his way out the door, Jin turned around before muttering under his breath, but I was just able to hear it. “I hope he gets salmonella.”

Yelling filled my ears and drew me away from the task at hand, I turn around to see that Jin was also looking for whoever it was, more shouting came, and it was clear where it was coming from, I put down what I was doing and wiped my hands before making my way over to the door, as I got there it open and Jimin was standing there.

“Y/n.”

“What’s going on?” I asked him, he gave me a look that I couldn’t quite understand before speaking.

“Um, there’s this lady, we were just trying to serve her, but she’s being really loud and..” He trailed off after getting the point across. I gave him a smiled letting him know that I’ll handle it before I passed beside him and out the door. I could see that Namjoon was tending to the coffee machine and Hoseok was walking around the tables, Taehyung and Jungkook were both standing at the counter in front of the older lady, clearly trying to diffuse the situation and just serve her, they both seemed to be nervous and abut anxious, but kept a bit of a smile on their face.

“Can I help you?” I ask the lady kindy and make my way over to her, I gave the boys a look letting them know that it was okay.

“Well, I hope so, finally a decent employee here.” She scoffed, her attitude put me slightly on edge. “I was trying to order coffee, but these mongrels are here.” She gestured with her finger to the boys and a disgusted manner.

What?

I could sense the boys beside me stiffen slightly at her words.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“I was trying to order something when these dirty things tried to serve me, they shouldn’t be here, filthy-”

“Hey! Ma’am? Can you read?” I asked her, appalled by her attitude towards the boys.

“What? Yes, of course I can, now I want-”

“Great, can you tell me what those boards behind me say?” I blinked with false kindness, I had to hold back the want to hit her in the face.

“What are you on about? Just get me my damn-” She began to speak, getting impatient before I cut her off again.

“Just tell me what’s in those boards.” N

She rolled her eyes before responding. “It’s your menu, all your items. ow can you get me my-”

“Yes, exactly. So does it say anywhere on there that I asked for your option on my staff?” I said bitterly, letting her understand my intentions. She seemed slightly taken aback by my quick change in demeanour, she stayed silent and just kind of stared back at me before glancing at the board again, seeing as she wasn’t going to say anything, I began talking again.

“No, it doesn’t. No one asked for your opinion, and no one wants it. So shut up and enjoy your basic ass flat white and respect my staff or get. Out. Of. My. Cafe.” I almost shouted at her threateningly, I could feel the hot air from my nose colliding with my chest as I breathed faster, I was glaring at her now as she just stood there very shocked by my outburst, she stumbled back slightly before scoffing and turning, making her way out the door, she must have been in such a hurry that she didn’t look around her as she crossed the road, within the blink of an eye she was gone, well, she was on the road, she walked in front of a cyclist and they collided into each other.

Serves her right, that old hag.

I shrugged and let out a huff at her at her misfortune before turning around to face the boys, Kookie and Taehyung were both standing behind me, they both seemed to be surprised at my outburst, I gave them a smile.

“Don’t believe what she says. Ignore her, she’s old and lonely and clearly insecure.” I said to them both while looking at them with a smile on my face. “If it happens again, you can kick them out, or kick their ass.” I mumbled that last part, but I’m sure they heard me as I saw a slight pull-on Kook’s mouth, they both smiled at me before I made my way back in to the kitchen.

“What was that?”

I looked up to see Seoyeon, Jin and Jimin all looking at me, I sighed before walking fullyinto the room and answering them. “Just some old hag came to cause trouble, she’s gone now.”

I smiled at Jimin, and he walked past me and gave me a quick hug before joining the others outside.

“She was being rude to the boys, so I told her to get out.”

“What?” Seoyeon said surprised. “How dare she do that in our cafe. I’ll go sort her out, that lazy old bitty, I’ll-” Seoyeon began ranting before attempting to pull her apron off which had gotten stuck, and the ties were wrapped around her hair, I stilled my laughter at her situation.

“I thought you said you didn’t really care?”

“Yeah, well that was before.” She finally got the apron off after struggling, and threw it on the floor. “Now where is she, I’ll show her.”

“She got run over.”

The room fell silent as both stared at me with shocked expressions before I realised the implication of what I said.

“By a cyclist, she’ll be fine.”

“Too bad.”

Seoyeon huffed and snatched the discarded item from the floor.

“We should do something about that, so it doesn’t happen again.”

“I’ll make a poster out front, that way they know not to come in here if they are such inconsiderate imbeciles.” I laughed before noting it down in my mental list.

“I like that idea, otherwise I can just bring my bat to work.” Seoyeon said, only half joking.

“When did you become to caring.” I asked her sarcastically as we all went back to what we were doing, the room fell silent after I spoke. What did they do? I walked over to the oven and grabbed out the tray that had been baking the biscuits, I put it down on the bench only to realise, a substantially large section was empty.

“Seriously?”

I exited out from Jiyoon apartment after borrowing some paints and a canvas for the poster, she must have been busy at school since she seemed pretty stressed.

I made my way down my hallway after exiting the elevator, I got to my room and unlocked the door, bringing the supplies inside with me, I walked through the hallway which we had since cleaned up and went into the kitchen where I placed the stuff on the counter, Yoongi was in the kitchen making a drink and I passed by him on my way to the room.

I opened the door and walked in before looking up, I wasn’t expecting was Jimin, standing by my bed side table, the first drawer was opened up all the way, he turned to face me as he must have heard me enter the room, his face held confusion, concern and worry, I gave him a confused and questioning look back with a smile on my face as I went to step closer before my eyes caught what he was holding, the blood drained from my face as I had spotted some papers in his hand.

No…

“Y/n, what are these?”

A/n: Another Chapter has arrived! I tried to keep it short and I think I did well, I hope you all like it, I really want to introduce more of the boys backgrounds and how they all ended up in that alleyway, but I’m not sure how to included it without it seeming like it’s coming out of nowhere, I’m hoping I can get some more chapters written so I’m ahead in them too, I also really want to get more started on this other project that I’m working on (I just need one more plot idea! If you got an idea pls lmk), as well as this Jimin oneshot that I’ve been writing. Thanks for 316 Followers, I can’t believe it! Before the next chapter is out, tell me who you think is sending the notes, you can reply, reblog or send me an ask about it too! Thankyou all for reading and I hope you enjoyed! 

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Secret Santa

Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

-Description: You and Spencer are together. It's secret Santa time.

-Warnings: Fluffiness

-Word count: 1157

-Note: A sweet fic for the upcoming holidays. Do you guys love Christmas as much as me?🎄🎁

Masterlist

Y/N POV:

'That was delicious, Dave.' JJ complimented the Italian man, the whole team agreeing.

'You really went all out this year.'

'Of course, I went all out. It's Christmas Eve for God's sake.' he replied, while we all laughed.

'My favorite was the wiiiiine.' Penelope giggled, as she poured herself another glass of wine, causing everyone to chuckle.

It became a tradition to all celebrate Christmas Eve at David's place. It was nice, spending time together without standing next to a dead body. Another tradition was secret Santa. The game you pull blindly a name out of a bowl to thereafter buy a Christmas present for that person. I've always loved it.

'Calm down with the wine, baby girl. We don't want a re-do of last year, when you all told us what's in the presents, before we got to actually open them.'

I giggled at Derek's statement, as I felt someone sitting on the couch next to me. Looking up, it was my genius boyfriend.

After pinning at one another for almost a year, the pretty boy himself admitted his feelings and asked me out for a date. The situation it happened wasn't the normal one, though. It was the end of a workday at the BAU, as the elevator suddenly decided to stop working. While we were in it! After panicking at first, and calling the team, we got stuck for a good hour. Which let us to admit our feelings for one another, all while curled up on the elevator floor. After that, time went on, and so did the dates. And, then there was one special moment were he asked me to be his girlfriend. I am still thankful for that elevator to stop working on that special day.

'It's secret Santa time!' David announced, and everyone went to grab their presents from under the Christmas tree, before heading to the comfortable couch.

JJ pulled Emily's name and bought her a gift card from a nice clothing shop and a tequila bottle. Emily got Aaron and decided to gift him with a black coat and a reading light for if he goes over paperwork in bed. Aaron drew Derek's name and bought him two tickets to a football game and a new tool belt for when he is renovating homes. Derek got David and gifted him new cooking equipment and a bottle of 30 years old scotch. David pulled Penelope's name and decided to gift her a pair of beautiful, pink heels and two tickets to a theater play. Penelope got JJ and presented her with a gorgeous necklace she's been talking about buying but never got around to and a mock with a text saying: "I'm a mom, what's your superpower?".

As everyone was done gifting the other their presents, they all realized Spencer and I drew each others names, considering we're the only ones left.

'Of course the two love birds got each other.' Derek commented, a grin plastered on his face. Although, it didn't went unnoticed by me when Derek winked at JJ, who was already grinning by herself. Then, it hit me that JJ was the one who was in charge of the bowl full of names.

'Okay, pretty girl, you first.' Derek said, as I gave my present to Spencer.

I watched as he carefully tore the wrapping paper off, revealing the first edition copy of the book The Illustrated Man by Ray Bradbury.

'No (Y/N), you did not!' he exclaimed, enthusiastic.

'How did you- Where did you-' he looked flabbergasted and guilty at the same time.

'You didn't have to, I would have been fine with a gift card from the book store. This must have costed you a fortune.'

'Ahh, not quite, genius. Well, I was last helping my grandparents with moving out. They're going to live in an apartment instead of a way too big house, like I told you. And, surprisingly, I found the book on the attic amongst some other books. I got it for free.' he kept staring at me in shock, still flabbergasted. He instantly wrapped me into a greatful hug, pressing multiple kisses on my head.

'Thank you. Thank you so much!'

'That's not all, pretty boy. Open the book.' I told him, as he did. A gift card from the bookstore revealed. Everyone laughed at the earlier mention of a gift card for books, as Spencer once again thanked me with words and a hug.

Then, he gave me a gift bag, covered with Christmas trees. I took the first thing I felt and tore off the wrapping paper. It revealed a stunning vintage camera. My eyes widened, admiring the, in my eyes, piece of art. I've always adored polaroid photos.

'I remembered you saying that you really wanted one. You wanted to capture moments like these, and that you loved the reality of the photos because you have only one shot.'

'Thank you so much! It's amazing!' I pressed him in a tight hug, before he spoke again:

'There's more, though.'

We ended the hug, as I reached for the bag and took the other present out. I was quick in ripping of the wrapping paper, seeing it was a beautiful notebook. He clearly knows my love for notebooks and this one was covered with blue butterflies. Absolutely gorgeous.

'Thank you! I love it!' once again, we shared a tight hug, as Spencer whispered something in my ear.

'That's not everything.' I pulled back and looked at him with a surprised face.

'There is more?' he nodded, gave me the most sweetest smile, and went down on one knee. I gasped, tears already forming into my eyes.

'(Y/N), you're the best thing that ever happened to me. Since the first day I met you, you were nothing but kind, you listened always to my rambling, and you made me a better person. I love you for for being you. You are beautiful, inside and outside. (Y/N), you are my future. Make me the happiest man on earth and marry me?' I was still shocked and couldn't believe this was happening. My soulmate was proposing. I couldn't be more happy.

'YES! YES, I WILL!' I flew in his arms, everyone cheering and clapping.

Tears were now fully pouring out of my eyes, and it wasn't different for Spencer. My fiancé. It felt so good using that word.

'And, I can't wait for you to be my husband.'

'I can't wait for you to be my wife.' he whispered in my ear, as I did the same with him.

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#criminal minds #cm #fanfic #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x yn #spencer reid x fem!reader #fluff imagine #christmas #mentioningmargins

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american royalty. ch. 2

A Homelander x F!reader fanfic.

a/n: will post ch. 3 this week but sadly my other fic will be posted next week, enjoy this slow burn dadlander fic, and thx u to all the readers. prev. chapter:

Sypnosis: Homelander never wanted to remember you, but after welcoming Ryan into his life, he thought of you & the lie that tore you two apart. Now... thinking back, thinking of your betrayal-- was he perhaps wrong about who the father of your unborn child was? Did you perhaps told the truth all those years ago?

Tags: mild gore, angst, lots of angst, slow burn, fluff, OC characther, child neglect, dadlander, romance.

Chapter Two

Red

It had been a very long day, business was booming nowadays and since that influencer had made a couple videos on your pizzeria, you had been more than just busy, you began to run out of ingredients.

 In the last four years, the restaurant had grown, it had been there since 2002 ran by your boss’s father and his brother, who had ran their own pizza shop since the 80’s but as the economy and other events hit, they had decided to relocate and re-brand, now managed by their son– a man you owed so much, had his heart not been filled with kindness you would most likely be in the streets. So you made sure his restaurant was the best, you had accolades, you’ve worked in some of the best restaurants, you were once a very prominent fast rising figure of the New York culinary scene– until Homelander came along.

Your talent revamped the restaurant and now your food was once again on the spotlight, for the first time since you left Vought, you were happy with yourself, even if it was pizza. Cooking made you happy, and this job needed you, you didn’t live in fear of sleeping in your car anymore, you didn’t need to worry that your daughter would sleep on somebody’s couch again, you were able to quit your third job and go casual on your second thanks to this place, right now you didn’t live in the best of places but you were saving up and in a couple months you’d have enough money saved up to move, and send your daughter to a better school, somewhere were her talents wouldn’t be wasted.

So here you were ten minutes before closing, another extra couple hours of overtime for your dream two bedroom apartment, where it would be safe for her, where you could finally feel like your life had moved on from him, that the door opened up and your cashier squealed.

It was a quaint looking restaurant, the wood seating was new and the wall decor had been changed trying to look less cluttered, with Art Deco lighting fixtures as the stand out feature. The place had been remodeled recently it seems, the kitchen and its big brick oven looked clean but ancient to Homelander, he stared at the menu board and metal boxes of accouterments by the counters, taking in that this was in fact a pizza place, that you of all people did in fact work at a pizza place. You who could whip up amazing fare, now made greasy cheap slices, but he had seen people come in and leave endlessly these past few days, people taking selfies, and recording themselves with your food, nothing he understood.

He looked back at the teenager on the counter offering his signature smile as she blubbered her script, then as you took a step closer knowing you couldn’t hide in this open kitchen you finally looked at each other for the first time in seven years.

Your throat collapsed and your whole body became prickly and tight, your heart was beating so fast you thought you might be having a heart attack, you looked at the clock cursing that it wasn’t over, you were almost done packing the kitchen and readying for tomorrow, having a customer at this hour was awful but having him here was about to take you to an early grave.

“What’s your best seller?” Homelander muttered looking straight at you with an aloof stare, then back at the cashier– is pizza night at my house, sorry for coming so late hope that’s not a problem?” he said exceedingly politely.

The teenager blushed and looked back at you as if asking you to pinch her.

“That would be our pepperoni queen– is two types of cheese, extra pepperoni, with our signature house made marinara, with a dash of vodka sauce in our sourdough thin crust… chili oil is optional” You had managed to say trying to ignore those piercing blue eyes, you moved back to your place staring at the few remaining trays of dough balls left– our second best seller is our chicken florentine pie.”

Homelander admittedly detested pizza, it was greasy, gooey and heavy, it was fattening and gross, but there was a familiar aroma in the room, something that was making his mouth water lightly. Looking back at the girl, he ordered both in their smallest size offered, he sat by one of the wooden booths for the ten minutes he was told to wait, and not once did he made a comment, maybe that’s why your heart stung so much, why it felt as if you were about to collapse– that after seven years, he had completely forgotten about you, while only now did you began to feel as if you could heal from all the suffering he’d cause you, how insignificant had you been all along, how you love never registered.

You both had talked of moving in together and buying a home, he wanted to buy you a restaurant, and you wanted to give him your life, you had never loved somebody as much as he made you love him, and now you were just some bum wearing a graphic t-shirt making him dinner.

You packed his food, your boss Kaleem had given him extras on the house, practically begging for Homelander to give them a photo for their socials and you simply stare as he did his superhero thing, you took one of the delivery bags knowing he would lose the food if he flew with them in hand.

After the photoshoot, Kaleem and your cashier had run to the back to show the picture to the only other staffer left at this hour.

You both looked at each other as he took the bag off your hands, you wanted to cry, your eyes welling up but you looked down afraid of him, no doubt he could hear your heartbeat tickling his ear.

“It's been a while hasn’t it?” 

You could’ve collapsed into tears right then and there, it was worse to be remembered.

Growing angry at the sound of his soft voice, and that concerned expression in his face.

“Yes…”

“How you been? Didn’t think I'd ever see you again.”

“Should’ve killed me back then… got fucking close to it tho.” You dropped all pleasantries, hearing him talk and not hearing the word sorry 5 seconds in, had infuriated you. His stupid face, those stupid eyes, and that clown suit was too much for you, maybe it was the poor diet and lack of sleep but right now you wanted to ban him from Lucci’s– hope you enjoy the food.”

You pushed the bag jumping from the kitchen to the front as you headed for the door, holding it open for him.

“I’m doing alright. Now leave!” 

“You don’t even want to know why I'm here?” he was taken aback by your brashness, you had always been sweet to him, tender, barely ever angry before, so why now?

“You got a little kid now, I gather like any other kid, he likes pizza… and good for him because mine is the best!”

“Not really… I actually wanted to see you. I… I just wanted to ask you something–

“Mother!!”

Your daughter emerged from the depths of the kitchen, she carried a kindle in one hand and a giftcard in the other.

“Is it okay if I use my present now? They got some books on sale and you said not to buy more books until I finished… oh…”

In the light and in front of him, your daughter truly looked like your mirror image, copy and pasted into a miniature. Her hair just past her chin, and her bangs indeed covered her eyes, peeking behind those curtains were the prettiest blue eyes he’d ever seen, there was no unnatural shine to them– just blue. Her lips so thin and her complexion just a tad paler than your own now that he gave it a proper look, she was so small-- too small for her age.

“Is okay honey, is your birthday you can get any books you want” Your tone shifted entirely lowering yourself to take her face and plant a quick peck on her cheek– now go back with uncle Kaleem and let mommy close shop, okay? We’ll go home in a minute.”

“Is it your birthday young lady? Congratulations.”

Homelander threw his best smile, giving the kid a cautious pet, catching the rage in your eyes as his gloved fingers touched your daughter.

“Thanks. Is not a milestone birthday so it is not worthy of congratulations… seems inane to celebrate it” she looked at her mother with a jaded expression– " I'll go get my bag, have a good night, sir.”

Homelander pressed his lip as the most deadpan voice came out of this little girl. Her oversized black sweater and the black tights made her look oddly unhappy, but the kid just stared at him with boredom, no surprise or interest when she stood next to America's favorite son.

He wondered if that was an adult or a seven year old for a second.

He worried if the kid had told his mother about that other night, but looking back at you he went with 'maybe'.

“What’s your name?” he asked, still forcing a smile– "my… you seem like a smart girl getting books for your birthday.”

“Helena.”

The kid couldn’t muster the energy to give him anything but her dead ass voice, she began to walk away not caring for manners, nor Homelander.

“She’s… cute.” he said watching that tiny figure walk away and surviving after her second nsult– great pronunciation for her age, does she even know what she’s saying?”

“Helena is not like other kids.”

“How so?” 

You looked at him more tired than anything, rubbing your temples as you made yourself waste spit to talk to him.

“She’s a Supe… by the time she was two she could speak in full sentences, by three she could read at a first and second grade level, and by five she was teaching herself calculus and piano… she’s a genius; I thought she was a normal genius until… her other powers manifested– none of this matters! Just go!” You shook your head in frustration.

“You gave her V?” He said while staring at Helena.

“... I didn’t know what V was until the news broke out, I thought Helena was chosen by God! That the world blessed her with those powers, but when that story came out I’ve been wanting to ask you– did you give her V? but… if you didn’t… who… are you lying to me, John?”

Homelander looked past the concrete walls looking back at that little girl, he didn’t know what to say or do, before you could utter another word he left.

Ryan nose picked the meal quickly, glad that it was friday and his dad would let him stay up ‘til late, Homelander just dropped the meal on their new table and the kid was quick on his feet, the food was still warm, only now did Homelander noticed the extras, couple of small containers holding chili oil and freshly made ranch, garlic knots and a lemon meringue pie, it was too much but Ryan hadn’t hesitated to dig in, before Homelander could ask him to wash his hands he had ripped a slice of pepperoni.

“This is so good!” He said so cheerfully– gosh I was starving, dad.”

“I sure hope so, bud… let’s leave the pie for tomorrow…” he looked grossed out, Ryan sat opening up the garlic knot’s containers– not gonna eat?”

Homelander sat down to join him, the thought of touching all those greasy surfaces was making his stomach hurl, but he relented, taking a slice. 

He was young again, and you were there coming back with some drinks as he ate your chicken florentine, this was the same recipe, the chicken was so juicy and the cheese wasn’t greasy. Ryan was shocked to see his father sound so happy as he took another bite.

It was the first time they both ate together where they felt completely comfortable with each other, maybe it was seeing Ryan not pick at his food that made Homelander able to just talk, Ryan told him all about his homework, and the videogame he was playing, he really liked Fifa at the moment even if he himself cared not for the sport.

Helena watched as her mother stood silently hovering above the sink, you hadn’t moved much for a couple of minutes, your daughter more annoyed than anything else regarding this display.

“How do you know Homelander?” she asked with a yawn.

“Huh?” you woke up from your trance– you should be in bed, darling.”

“You too. So… How do you know the clown?”

“Honey, don't say that!”

“He walks around wearing a onesie all day… like a clown… like the rest of those super clowns”

Your daughter always spoke with a creepy maturity, her voice didn’t belong to a kid.

“... He used to be my boss… he was a really bad boss…”

“You used to work for Vought?” She softened her stand.

“Honey… I don’t really want to talk about this… it's late and we are going to the museum tomorrow so you should get some sleep, mommy is just tired… hope you had a good birthday.”

“You should rest too, mother.”

Your daughter's eyes glowed momentarily turning th blinkers off before she made her way to bed, you stared at her door, thinking if she could see you.

No mother should think their child was creepy, Helena was just difficult and abrasive, to be a small kid with her brain must be unbearable. You could recall the moment she asked you about V so vividly, she looked angry, but you had no honest answer to give her, you had to lie, god knows if you got the details right about how these people committed these crimes. Helena simply had no ability to relate to people, and without the funds you couldn’t help her meet her potential, not while you were both stuck living in public housing, not while scraping every penny.

Her few friends forced her to dumb down and even they found her uneasy, only the old people seemed to handle her best, she loved to listen, and her teachers always thought of her as  a delight, yet she knew no other Supe beside herself, those pageants were expensive, and networking meetings were hard to get in, talent agencies were costly– having a super-abled kid and trying to make them into a Supe was locked behind a massive paywall, all you could hope was that her genius would let her enter a university early on scholarships.

There was always Godolkin, but god knows if they would let her enter at a young age.

It would be easy if her father was involved, if John was there in her life, she would have the world but he didn’t want her, he had made that clear years ago.

So why did he lie about the V? 

It had been two weeks since you seen Homelander, but he saw you a lot, he'd come back and forth-- watching you and the child with ardent curiosity, seeing you made him reminisce, of those many nights and afternoons, of the way no matter how tired you were, you always made sure to look happy when he showed up, the way you looked so at peace while cooking, of the feel of your skin against his and the taste of your precious lips as you kissed him good morning. 

He followed you, on your only day off as you took Helena around the city, watching you share a slice of overprice cake while taking notes, and ate cheap chinese for lunch, you waited for two hours as Helena played chess and checkers with some oldies at a chess shop, some russian man gave her lessons-- some of these people dressed nicely perhaps pros. Some won over her and some lost but the games were quick, your daughter seemed happier when she loss than when winning.

Something about that didn’t sit well with Homelander.

Somehow he found himself in your apartment, cracking open the window to sneak in while you headed back home– the tiny apartment felt more like a closet than a habitable space, the ceilign was run down, and the appliances ancient but well kept, your bedroom was simple, cooking books and boxes sat on top of your dressers, a single’s bed with plush comforters and pillows stuck against the wall, with a wardrobe in front of it, and a cheap fan tucked in the corner. He left for your daughter’s room just a few feet away divided by the bathroom were most of the clutter and laundry lived, her bedroom was just as plain, but the books didn’t seem fit for a small child, her desk tidy and organized, he picked up a notebook from the pile, seeing math equations that hurt his eyes within seconds. All her stuff were nice and new, she had a decent computer on top of her bed, an old dresser, but there was an absence of toys– compared to Ryan’s bedroom that was filled with anything he wanted and decorated expertly. A clock adorned her walls but not much else, the few things that looked messy was a tiny plastic chess set, the kind with magnets on the bottom, and some DIY stem kits.

He took to the bathroom, it was old and falling apart, mold was growing in the corner much to Homelander’s disgust, trolley held dozens of beauty stuff and shampoos and detergents, a shelf on the wall held towels and toilet rolls. Homelander looked at a sparkly hairbrush, picking a couple strands of lost hair knowing by their lengths and color that they weren’t yours, and cursing himself for doing this as he place them on small plastic bag he had hid in his glove.

#homelander #homelander fanfiction #homelander x you #homelander x reader #the boys fanfiction #personal #my fic tag #not proofread sorry #american royalty #already got 2 more chapters done for this hope yall like it #I really like slow burn stories #my natural enemy is the short story it seems #homelader x f!reader #dadlander #the boys oc

[imfinereallyy]

i'll be sure to come back July 2nd and wish you a happy birthday! but as for now, can i please request from your dialogue prompt list, n. 35 “Please leave a message, after the beep.” with Steddie? ♡

this is such a fun idea and i look forward to reading the stuff you'll create! ♡♡

@spicysix I hope this one is up to your expectations, it was a lot of fun to write! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ I had an angsty idea, if anyone is interested in it I might still write it, but today i needed some good old domestic fluff.

“Eddie, are you being serious right now.? Steve huffed, placing his hands on his hips. Steve loved the man beyond anything, but he could be an immature brat sometimes.

Eddie had his hands over his ears, yelling, “La la la, not listening.” In the middle of their apartment. He was refusing to hear Steve out.

“For the love of god, Eddie! Would you just—” Steve moved to grab his boyfriend's arms to yank them away from his ears. Eddie squealed and ran around the couch.

“Eddie isn’t here right now. Please leave a message after the beep. Beeeeep.” Eddie’s hands gripped the arm of the couch, trying to dodge Steve.

“Oh, now you’re just being ridiculous!” Steve crossed his arms in a huff. He thought the party being here would soften the blow, and just maybe Eddie would hear him out. But no, apparently, them being here made Eddie extra stubborn.

Steve really loved the damn fool.

“Is there a reason Eddie is being extra weird on movie night?” Dustin and Will walked out of their kitchen. It was Will, surprisingly, who asked. He had come a long way from the shy kid Steve once knew. He was proud of him.

Especially when he called Eddie out on his bullshit like now.

“I will have you know, little Byers, will of the wise, that I am not being extra weird! This is a perfectly reasonable reaction to an absolute travesty of a suggestion! Also, Steve, you love that I am ridiculous! Don't act like you don't.” Eddie collapsed on the couch dramatically, and heaved out a sound that could only be described as a mix between a sigh and a strangled cry.

Eddie should have gone into acting instead of music. Indeed the man would have made a killing.

“I haven’t seen Eddie this distressed since we told him the bat tattoo didn’t make it after the literal bats tore him apart. Maybe it’s serious.” Dustin bit his lip. It was clear to Steve he was torn between choosing sides between him and Eddie.

It was a tale as old as time really, at this point.

Max strolled into the living room with a bowl of popcorn in her hands. “What’s princess crying about now?” She shoved a handful of popcorn in her mouth.

Eddie gasped, “Princess?! I expect the blatant homophobia from Mike—“

A distinct “hey what the fuck!” comes from the bathroom but they all ignore it.

“—But from you Red? I’m devastated.” Eddie gripped his shirt where his heart is.

“I’m bisexual, you dumbass; how can I be homophobic? Besides, that wasn’t a dig at your sexuality but rather the fact you are being a spoiled brat right now.” Max shoved another handful in her mouth as she casually tore Eddie apart.

Steve knew he should defend his boyfriend, but he was a little proud of his kids right now.

“You don’t even know why I am upset! All of you are taking Steve’s side!” Eddie grumbled.

“Dude, I didn’t take anyone’s side. And you haven’t even told us what’s got you so upset.”

Eddie rushed over to grab Dustin by the shoulders. “Oh, Dusty buns, you’re not even prepared. Our dear boy Stevie, just told me…that he’s thinking about shaving his chest.”

The room was silent before Dustin finally said, “Oh, never mind, I am on Steve’s side. That jungle needs to go.”

Eddie fell dramatically into the floor in outcry. Jesus Christ, Steve thought. Why am I into this?

Max put the bowl down, suddenly getting serious. “No, I agree with Eddie; you can’t do that.” She looked Steve up and down; a blush rose as she remained stoic. “Yea, Steve, it needs to stay.”

“Ew, gross! Max! I’m telling Lucas and El you said that!” Dustin scrunched up his nose while Will giggled.

“And? They’ll agree with me!” Max shouted back.

Steve was starting to feel uncomfortable, but Eddie’s smile was wide. It made Steve smile a tiny bit.

But only a teeny tiny bit.

“I agree it has to stay,” Will spoke up with a blush blooming across his face, breaking up the fight.

“No, no! Not you too Will!”

“What? Maybe I just wish I could grow chest hair too.”

“Oh we both know that’s not what this is about!” Dustin tugged on his hair.

Max stuck her tongue out, “Sucks to suck loser.”

The next few minutes, we’re chaos as they all start to place down arguments on what to do about his chest hair. Okay, now Steve was definitely uncomfortable.

“Alright, alright. Enough.” Steve spoke calmly, “I appreciate your concern for my body hair, but please stop talking about it. All of you are my weird surrogate children—“

Dustin leaned over to Max and whispered, “Look mom finally admitted it.” She tried to smother her giggles as Steve leveled them with a look.

“—so it’s a little weird you guys are arguing about it.”

“Stevie, honey. Ignore the children. Actually, just ignore Dustin. And listen to the rest of us. Don’t shave it.” Eddie came up to Steve and rested his hand gently on his chest. His thumb softly stroked the fabric of his shirt. Steve hummed quietly at the gesture; for a moment, he’s forgotten that they weren’t alone.

Steve gently cupped Eddie’s cheeks, before speaking quietly. “It’s just…baby. Baby, i get so sweaty with it.”

Eddie’s eyes filled with mischief. “I know it’s why I like it.”

Steve barked out a laugh as he heard groans throughout the room. Suddenly a burst of noise from the other side of the apartment startled all of them.

“Why are you saying im homophobic? Im not homophobic!” Mike crossed his arms in a huff.

“Until you unlock that closet door, you’re homophobic, Mike.” Max glared.

“What the hell does that even mean!?” Mike stomped.

Steve interrupted before it got out of hand, “Calm down, Wheeler. They are just fucking with you. We know you’re not a homophobe. They are just arguing whether or not I should shave my chest hair.”

Mike scrunched up his nose in disgust. “Ew, why are you guys even arguing about it? It’s Steve. It’s gross either way.”

Steve glared, “Never mind, you’re homophobic for that one. The chest hair stays.”

Eddie screamed, “Victory!”, and started peppering Steve’s face in kisses.

And when the children, who were not really children anymore, started to scream at each other in the background, Steve didn’t even care. Because right here, with Eddie, who made grabby hands at his chest, and his gremlins filling up the place with noise, is home.

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fluff fluff fluff. also I agree the chest hair should stay.

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Chapter 8: Anything? Anything...

prof!Steven Grant-Jake Lockley-Marc Spector X f!Reader

Edited by: @welcometostayingawake

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Chapter Summary:

You and Steven spend a weekend together doing exactly what you'd expect.

Tags/Summary (these are for the ENTIRE fic):

college AU, no powers/not in MCU/no Khonshu, talk of mental illness, Marc has DID, forbidden relationship, age gap, reader is 21y/o, Boys are 38y/o, reader attends college in America but isn't necessarily American, smut, sex, masturbation, p in v, creampies galore, reader is on birth control, dubious consent due to identity issues, ANGST, romance, fluff and smut, oral sex, falling in love, reader is not race coded.

Word Count: 5k

Steven was up before you, face beaming at the memories of your evening together. Once he was done caring for you, afterall he was the one who tore you open, the two of you curled up together on the couch with a bad movie. After you’d fallen asleep on him, he carried you all the way to the bed, somehow managing to keep you asleep, placing you down gently before crawling under the covers next to you.

Wanting to surprise you, he didn’t even know if you liked pancakes, but he was making them anyway. That’s when he felt Marc again, just seconds before seeing his reflection in a pot that hung from a hook above the stove. Marc was glaring at him in the warped silver while Steven continued ignoring his existence.

“You happy now, Steven? You ruined this poor girl’s life. It’s going to be even harder for her to move on when you break up with her.” He said, his Chicago accent becoming more apparent the more aggravated he became.

Steven hummed a nonexistent tune while gathering ingredients for the pancakes, pretending he didn’t hear Marc. He had no intention of ever breaking things off with you. As long as you two kept things quiet, Steven saw no reason to, until you graduated and it went public.

“It’s fine, you don’t have to respond. I know you can hear me.” Steven caught Marc looking back at him in the mirror on the fridge when he went over to grab the almond milk. “At least if you did it before you slept with her it would’ve been less messy. When she wakes up, you need to tell her to leave.”

“Not gonna happen, mate.”

You stirred, feeling the softness of the sheets beneath you. You stretched your arm out and noticed the distinct lack of Steven on your right. He’d fallen asleep with you…where was he now? His voice rang through the apartment,speaking in a hushed but angry tone. You furrowed your brow, wondering who he could be talking to. You’d never heard him sound so upset. You cautiously stood and made your way to the kitchen.

“I’m not going to say it again, it’s my life, you stay out of–”

“Steven?” 

“Love! Hi! G’mornin’!”

He hadn’t heard you walk up, and wondered immediately how long you’d been standing there. What was he going to tell you? He couldn’t tell you about Marc’s condition, he planned never to tell you about it. Steven wasn’t one for lying, but as long as they kept their promise, there was no reason for him to tell you about them.

He was standing there shirtless with a whisk in his hand and you couldn’t keep your eyes off his broad chest. It was only 8:30am and you already felt yourself getting excited. It was like Steven had cast a spell on you, one that made you nearly forget everything you knew every time you saw him. You shook the thoughts from your mind, remembering that you’d just heard him talking to himself in the kitchen.

“Who were you talking to?”

“Oh, erm, that was my…” Steven racked his brain to figure out what to say, “my brother.”

“You have a brother?” You shuffled along the hardwood floor to seat yourself at the kitchen table.

Steven shrugged and nodded a quick mhmm

He walked over and kissed your forehead, placing a hot cup of coffee in front of you. When you sipped it, you were reminded of just how thoughtful he was. He remembered how you liked it from the coffee shop and had clearly tried to replicate it. It wasn’t exact, you were sure Steven was missing an ingredient or two, but it was clear that he made an effort.

“Thank you so much, that was really thoughtful of you.” You said, taking another sip.

“Of course, love.” He went back to the pancakes.

“Didn’t know you had a brother. Are you two arguing?”

“I’ve got two lousy brothers and…we don’t always see eye to eye.” Steven glared at his reflection in the hanging pot while he flipped a pancake. “Don’t really like talking about them love, I’d rather talk about you.” He turned to you, “how are you feeling?”

“Oh, I’m feeling alright, still sore but, heh, I’ll get over it. Um…is it weird that I’m already excited about the next time? Even though it hurts?” Your eyes were trained on your coffee, avoiding Steven’s unnerving gaze.

He couldn’t believe his ears. Excited for the next time? You wanted more? As though you willed it with your mind, he felt a nagging arousal start to threaten the seam of his sweats. Steven was slack jawed when he shook his head in response to your innocent question. You looked back up at him through your lashes. His cheeks were turning a shade of crimson while he stammered over his words.

“N-no love, s’not weird at all. We can…we can go again any time you like.”

“Steven, the pancakes!” You shouted suddenly, noticing smoke billowing up out of the pan.

“Oh bollocks!”

He grabbed the pan and brought it to the sink, running the cold water immediately to stop the smoke from filling the flat. You giggled behind him, and despite ruining breakfast, it was like sweet music to Steven’s ears. He turned to face you with a smile. He always felt like his brain didn’t work quite right with you around. It was like you quite literally forced it to short circuit whenever you came into view.

“I didn’t mean to distract you,” you sipped your cup. “Would it be alright if I used your shower? I don’t want to impose, but I don’t think it's safe to leave yet. That way you can finish the pancakes without my interference.” You chuckled again.

Steven looked outside to see how the storm was faring and saw that you were right, you shouldn’t leave yet. The snow was still coming down, lesser than before, but the roads were probably still impossible to trek through, and he didn’t feel safe to drive.

“‘Course you can. Here, let me get you a towel. Oh! And the hot water is a little finicky, best to  show you how it works.” He walked into the bathroom and you followed.

While he started messing with the tap, you started taking off his shirt that you still had on after bed. Steven got the water running and then turned around to face you. Once again you managed to steal his breath. You pulled the shirt over your head and dropped it on the ground before squeezing your arms around yourself, shivering in the chilly air.

Steven tried…so damn hard to look at you with all the respect he could muster, but your nipples were hard enough to slice through glass. He took a step toward you, mouth hanging open once again, eyes unmoving from your breasts.

“Steven, you’ve got drool running down your-” He swooped in, latching his mouth over your left nipple, sucking it inward. “Oh!” You gasped, feeling his teeth brush over the sensitive flesh.

He traced a hand down your waist, grazing it over your abdomen, before finally tucking under your panties and landing on your still sensitive cunt. He didn’t try for more than a single finger, probing at your entrance gently. You winced, shying away from him with a hiss. His hands retreated to your hips. Steven looked at you, lips slick and glistening, eyes hooded with desire. He broke sight of you for only a second, looking behind himself at the running shower and then back at you.

“Come on, I’ve got a thought that might help,” He held out a hand to you, “come get in the tub.”

You furrowed your brow in confusion but complied anyway. You pulled off our underwear and when you looked back up, Steven was smiling, eyes tracing over your body like a horny teenager while he guided you into the tub. Once you were in, Steven raced to remove his own pants and boxer-briefs, and you didn’t miss the stain of precum that had formed in the crotch. He felt a little foolish, being so eager to be close to you again so soon, but he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it since he woke. Not to mention you asking him if it was normal to be craving sex again so soon, how was he supposed to keep himself in check?

You weren’t sure what Steven had planned, but you were a little surprised when he stepped into the shower with you, still bearing that look of arousal over his face. You stepped back, letting him in to stand under the showerhead. He was so hard already, you were staring before you knew you were staring. You still couldn’t believe you’d had something so big inside of you; that you’d been able to withstand that sort of physical pain. Regardless, you were desperate to have it again.

The water ran down over Steven, and he couldn’t stand to just look at you anymore. He cupped the back of your neck and brought you in for a flurry of passionate and sloppy kisses, Steven’s specialty. You moaned into him, feeling the eager press of his erection against your lower abdomen. If there was one thing you could say you loved about Steven, it was how needy he always seemed for you. He was always looking at you with a hungry gaze, always kissing you like his life depended on it.

“Wha-mm–what was your idea?” You asked in between kisses.

“Oh, heh, right…” Steven pulled back from you, and turned to take the showerhead down.

You hadn’t spent much time looking at Steven’s backside, and were impressed to see that in addition to his other beautiful features, his bum didn’t disappoint either. He often hid it underneath ill fitting jeans and jackets that hung down a little too long for you to get a good peek. You watched unashamedly as he turned toward you once again.

“How’s the temperature?” He asked, aiming the hot water over your shoulders.

“It’s good…what did you-oh…”

You were rendered silent as he moved the showerhead down your torso and over your mound. You held onto his biceps for stability while he found your clit, forcing a gasp from your lips. He flicked the knob on the side, changing the setting to a stronger stream. You squeezed his arms tightly.

“S-Stevennnn…” you moaned out the end of his name.

“Is it good? D’you like it?” He asked, reaching a hand up to cup your cheek, “hoping it will help soothe you a little, get you ready f’me again.”

“Y-yeah, yes.” You threw your head back, and of course Steven took that as an invitation to press his lips to the soft skin of your neck.

“Good, that’s good,” he murmured between open mouth kisses to your skin.

You had one hand on his waist now for support, reveling in the way his muscles felt rippling below the surface, and the other was on his arm still. You churned your hips over the stream of water that shot constantly over your clit, grabbing Steven by the cheeks and bringing his face back up to yours.

You were in such a pleasure drunken state that your eyes were only half open. Steven didn’t realize that his were the same, but none of that mattered when he leaned in to steal your sharp breath some more. That’s when you decided that eternity could go by and you’d never get tired of kissing Steven.

“You gonna come for me like this, darling? Like you did last night? You looked so pretty,” he spoke to you breathlessly before diving in for more passionate kisses.

You managed to moan an affirmative.

Somehow, this timid history professor knew his way around a clit and a showerhead. He started moving it around at different angles, teasing your bundle of nerves like he had a sixth sense for where it was located. A small gasp escaped you every time the stream hit a new spot.

“Steven I’m…mmm” You couldn’t even speak, his lips were glued to yours.

In only a few moments, your body gave in to the assault. You were grabbing onto him as though he was your anchor to your body, breathing deeply into every kiss he gave you. He was hungry now, desperate to feel you. He knew you were probably still lost to the euphoria, and thought this was a good time to bury himself inside you.

Steven scrambled to put the showerhead back quickly, and despite the impending pain you knew you were about to endure, you were excited. He turned back around and grabbed both of your asscheeks and lifted you like you weighed nothing, pressing you against the cool tile wall. You wrapped your arms around his neck quickly before you fell over. He lined up his cock with your entrance, but couldn’t get it in easily while holding you up at his angle.

“Please love, please put it in. Please hurry,” He was practically begging, as though you would refuse him.

You held onto his neck with one hand, and used the other to wrap around his cock. Steven shuddered at your touch. You lined the head up with your entrance, you were so slick from your orgasm that it took almost no work at all to get him inside of you. The stretch of him still hurt, but the pain wasn’t nearly as dreadful as the night before. You were glad he got you off first, it definitely helped.

Steven held onto you tight with a bruising grip over your rear. He was obsessed with the way you felt wrapped around him. You were so tight he could feel every small flutter of your walls over him.

“Still so tight love, so–bloody–tight.” Steven sounded so rough the way he was grunting with every thrust.

“All for you Steven, I’d do anything for you.” You felt foolish saying such words, but you meant them.

“Oh, anything?” he leaned back and looked at you, never slowing his pace.

“Anything.” 

You took to mouthing at his neck for a change, kissing the rough stubble at the base of his chin.

“I’ll have to think of somethin’.” He sounded amused, “but f’now, gonna need you to come again for me, want to feel you darling.”

You were still in pain feeling the tight stretch of Steven’s cock resizing you to fit his girth with every thrust; you were just realizing now how big he was. The head of his cock was pushing deep into you, so much that you felt a delicious ache in your lower abdomen. At this angle, he was brushing against your cervix on every pass.

“Want you to fuck me harder, please?” You asked, probably too politely for the activity at hand.

“Think you can handle it, dove?” He was already slowly starting to ramp up his pace.

“Yes, Steven, please!” You groaned against his neck.

He adjusted his arm to hold you up with one hand. You were still amazed at his strength. He used the other hand to brace himself against the wall while he slammed his hips even harder into you. You let out a whining cry, but Steven didn’t slow his assault on your tender hole.

“Fuck love, sorry, sorry, I know it hurts I can’t-can’t stop, feels so good.” 

“It’s okay! It’s more than–oh shit.”

You were both a mess of groans and heavy breaths while he fucked you open against the shower wall. The sound of your wet skin slapping against each other was nearly deafening. Steven knocked several bottles over in his desperation to give you what you’d asked for.

“Love, I’m right there I–“

Steven’s harsh motion came to a screeching halt. You were at the end with him, feeling your cunt gushing over him in waves while he pumped you full of him. The pulsating throb of his cock stretched you out further, but it didn’t stop the pleasured moans from leaving your lips.

“Fuck, Steven…” you struggled to hold on to him, arms growing weak as you came back to reality, struggling to keep your head up. 

He looked at you with a lusty haze over his eyes. Now that the heat of the moment had passed, you became entranced by the water falling down Steven’s shoulders and over his chest. Your eyes stayed connected, and for a moment you felt an overwhelming sense of belonging; like he was the only thing in the world that you needed to feel whole.

“Steven,” You started, feeling breathless with emotion. He was so handsome you could hardly stand it. “Steven I…I…”

“What is it, love?”

Your breath hitched in your throat. I love you, you thought. It was such a simple set of words that when combined, summed up your feelings perfectly. You couldn’t say it though, it was too soon, too much.

“I…feel better now, thank you.”

Steven kissed you again with a dopey smile before pulling out gingerly, and quickly rinsed himself off. Reaching for one of the shampoo bottles that knocked over from before, he began lathering it into his hair and you quickly followed suit. You already wasted enough water.  When he was finished rinsing, he kissed your forehead and stepped out.

“Gonna go make the pancakes properly this time, they should be ready when you get out.”

You heard his bare feet pad over the linoleum floor as he exited the bathroom, going to dress himself in fresh sweats. He took one look in the mirror and immediately realized he wasn’t alone. A dark furrowed brow was staring back.

“Oh, piss off,” he muttered, going back to the kitchen.

When you were finished in the shower, you realized that you still only had your dirty clothes to change back into, and after last night, your panties were pretty well spent.

“Steven!” You called, walking out into the apartment from the bathroom with your towel wrapped around your torso.

“Yes, love?” He called from the kitchen.

“Um, I just realized that I don’t have any clean clothes so…maybe I should go home or something? Looks like the plow came through while we were in the shower.” You walked over to the window, looking down at the street below.

Steven practically ran to you, eyes wide and full of concern.

“You want to leave?” His eyebrows were turned up and knitted together. “Thought we might watch a movie or somethin’. You can wear a pair of my joggers, and a clean shirt, I don’t mind. Unless you don’t want to…I’m not going to force you to stay.”

Steven was, by every definition of the word, adorable when he got desperate. You liked that he was the kind of guy that wore his emotions on his sleeve. You thought surely he’d be ready to have his apartment back to himself since he’d kept you away from it all that time. You weren’t going to pass up an opportunity to spend the night with him though, not if he was offering.

“Okay,” you smiled while nodding, “yes, I’ll stay.”

“You know you don’t even have to wear any bottoms if you don’t want to.” 

You started to laugh but quickly noticed Steven was dead serious.

He swallowed, eyes scanning over your body. It was like you’d taken down the dam holding Steven together. You nodded slowly.

“Yeah, I like the sound of that.” You said breathlessly.

That’s what landed you on Steven’s couch a couple hours later with a belly full of pancakes, another bad movie playing, and the feeling of the soft rise and fall of his chest against your back. Despite the movie being cheesy, you were actually enjoying it.

Steven could tell you were into the film, just based on the way your eyes were staring, fixated, blinking fewer times than normal. He felt like his heart might burst from his chest with how warm he felt in that moment, his affection for you growing. You were curled up so small against him while he was rubbing his hand idly over your arm.

He felt bad for the growing erection slowly working its way against your rear. He tried to hide it, but it was unmissable, prodding against you. Trying to move was a mistake, just the mild friction alone forced a breathy moan from his lips. Steven tried to adjust himself, muttering a small, sorry, in the process.

Now that he’d had you not once, but twice, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. Steven liked to pride himself as a man who appreciated more about a person than just the physical, and while that was true, he wanted you again and desperately.

“Just gonna– sorry, just–”

You felt him tug his pants down around his thighs. Steven lifted you easily, before starting to lower you over his thick cock. You were so wet, some of it from earlier and some of it from just his proximity to you, despite trying your best to focus on the movie. You’d made it so convenient for him to just set you down on top of it, like putting on a well-fitted glove.

“Steven I’m–oh.” He spread you open over him once again, and you felt your hole ache. “I’m trying to…trying to watch–”

“I know love, you don’t have to do anything just…oh shit just…sit there like that f’me. Just watch your film.” His voice was already low and whiny with his arousal.

Steven had one arm wrapped around your waist, and the other was gripping the underside of your thigh, lifting you ever so slightly so he could fuck into you from below. He rutted upward, hitting you deep in your core. You reached one hand up and grabbed a fistful of his hair, your other hand rested on his forearm near your leg. His lips left a biting kiss on your shoulder.

“If we’re gonna, ahh, do this,” you couldn’t help but whine, “Can I at least pause?” You asked, quickly realizing that you weren’t paying attention to the movie whatsoever.

Steven had the remote on his left, which he fumbled with to quickly turn off the tv. His movements were clumsy as usual, turning all his attention on fucking you in his lap while covering your neck in lazy, sloppy kisses. Now that the distraction was removed, he was huffing harshly into you, putting more effort in his thrusts to have you bouncing on him.

“Sorry love, sorry I know you’re sore I just–”

“It’s fine Steven, it’s…mmfeels good,” you whined, dragging your nails over his scalp.

Steven groaned, the mixed sensations making his cock twitch inside of you. He opened his eyes and looked ahead, marveling at the way you looked in the reflection of the tv. Your head had fallen back onto his shoulder, bottom lip pressed under your teeth while you were moaning; you looked completely fucked out in his lap. His gaze caught something that distracted him, forcing him to slow his movements slightly. Something was off about his reflection…

Jake…for a split second, the other alter was looking back at Steven with a mischievous smirk that only Jake would hold. You tugged Steven’s hair, knocking him out of the trance he was in. When he blinked and looked back in the tv reflection, Jake was gone and it was just you and Steven.

“Oh!” You exclaimed when Steven grabbed your waist tightly and lifted you, pushing you over the arm of the couch.

“Just getting a good look love, just wanna see you.”

He wasn’t totally lying, he did want to have a good look at the way your puffy pussy swallowed his cock over and over while he fucked you for the third time in the last twenty-four hours. He also didn’t want to imagine Jake inside of you; the thought made his stomach drop into his gut. Looking down at you made him forget all about it quickly, seeing your back splayed out in front of him as your shirt rode up. With one hand on your ass he thrust into you, hearing a sharp whine accompany his movements.

“Love those little sounds you make f’me dove, think you can be a little louder?” Steven grabbed your hip tightly, moving faster, smacking his hips against your rear.

“Can’t believe how good you always feel Steven, fuck!”

He wondered how much pain you were in, your poor body under his constant attention. He looked down again, seeing how your pussy was gripping him. It was a bit swollen, probably a little sore, but you didn’t seem to want him to stop. In fact, you were moving your hips in perfect rhythm with his now. Steven even stopped moving for a moment to let you set the pace, watching you fuck yourself.

“That’s it…ohhh…you’re doing so good, keep moving like that.”

Steven’s words of encouragement are what made you start moving faster. You felt excited by the prospect that you were giving Steven something in return now. He was so quick to love you selflessly that you wondered when he would let you take care of him. 

“Hope you’re ready, love, gonna fill you up again, I can’t hold it back now…” Steven started churning his hips against you again, grinding into you on every hard thrust.

You knew it wouldn’t last long, him letting you be in control but you’d enjoyed it while it lasted. His movements got faster and harder, to a point that you slid forward and lay almost completely flat against the arm of the couch. The apartment was quickly filled with your growing cries while your orgasm approached, his hand reaching around you to pass over your clit a few times.

A hundred years could go by and Steven would never get tired of hearing the way you came undone while he fucked you. He moved faster, hips crashing into yours harder, until finally he stopped, cock throbbing into you and shooting hot ropes to fill you with. You grabbed onto the cushions of the couch desperately while your own orgasm washed over you, cunt gushing over his girth while your brain whited out.

In a heap of sweaty skin and heavy breaths, you and Steven just stayed there for a moment, feeling yourselves come back to reality one pant at a time. He pulled out of you and stared wide-eyed as his cum dribbled out onto the couch.

“I’m sorry! Shit,” cursing, you tried to catch what you could with your hand.

“Don’t be sorry, love…looks so nice, you look so…” Steven’s words were lost while he sat there mesmerized at the sight.

“Can you grab me a towel?” You asked meekly, staying leaned over the couch arm with your ass in the air.

“Oh right! Probably would help, yeah?”

Steven went to the bathroom and grabbed a towel. He looked up in the mirror, almost hesitantly, afraid of who would be looking back at him this time. No one was there, but he glared anyway. Maybe Jake could see him, or Marc, or not, but just in case Steven wanted them to know that he was upset.

“You stay away when I’m with her. Don’t you dare…both of you.” He said in a harsh whisper so you wouldn’t hear.

He ran the towel under some warm water before going back out to the living room to care for you. He spoke to you while cleaning you up.

“Sorry love, gonna give you a break now. I’m sorry I just…you feel so good all the time, and you’re so pretty, s’hard to-”

“Steven.” You winced while he touched the towel to your tender folds, “it’s okay, really. I…I like having you inside me. Makes me feel more connected to you, you know?”

Steven froze at your words. You wanted to feel connected to him. What was it about him that made you feel that way? He wasn’t anything special, just a man…just a history professor. 

Yet, you wanted to feel connected. 

Steven was starting to feel like he couldn’t live up to your expectations, like he wasn’t good enough to deserve someone that felt that way about him. You were so young, seventeen years younger than him. You had your whole life ahead of you. There was so much potential for you to achieve your dreams, and who was he? Someone who might stop you from achieving the life you wanted if you were caught.

But now he couldn’t imagine his world without you in it.

Steven did give you a break for the rest of the evening, except for you spreading your legs for him on the counter top while he drank from you like a man dying of thirst; or when he circled his fingers over your clit in the heat of a heavy makeout session just before bed. That was simply for your pleasure, though, and only eased the ache he had left behind. In the morning you jerked him off while he struggled to kiss you in a way that wouldn’t leave a prominent hickey on your neck.

The roads were clear on Sunday morning, and you felt safe enough to walk back to your dorm. Steven made sure to give you his number before you left, saying he thought it would be a good idea for you to have it, in the event you had to watch Gus again. You wondered if he even believed his own excuse, but you put his number in your phone happily anyway. You used a moon and coffee bean emoji instead of his name, just in case anyone saw your texts.

“How was your weekend with your cousin?” Layla asked when you got back to the dorm and plopped on your bed.

You tried not to smile too big and alert her to the fact that you’d blatantly lied about your whereabouts all weekend. You looked at your phone.

You: Thank you for the wonderful weekend, I can’t wait to see you again.

Steven: No, Thank you :) See you tomorrow <3

You brought it to your chest and let out a dazed sigh.

“We had a blast.”

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Chapter Two - Beige

Nick Fowler x Reader

Summary: Reader is a brilliant but shy and awkward CIA employee whose work is often overlooked by her colleagues…she’s blended into the background for so long that she doesn’t think there’s any other way - even if she does have secret aspirations for another life. Unbeknownst to her - a certain blue eyed agent is very aware of her talents, even if nobody else is.

Under the Radar Masterlist

< Chapter One - The Mouse

Warnings: 18+, lots of smut, angst!! (Smangst?)

Wordcount: 3504

You glanced over to the computer clock. Quitting time. You stretched and yawned as you closed your laptop for the day. 

You did a quick scan of the office but Nick was nowhere to be seen. Probably rubbing shoulders with some bigwig somewhere. You packed your belongings and strolled out, waving goodbye to the few remaining colleagues and Grant the security guard on the front desk. 

“See you tomorrow” said Agent Palmer with a smile as you passed him in the parking lot. You smiled back and wished him a good evening.  You liked Palmer, he was one of the few agents who seemed grateful for your work and always took the time to chat. He was confident, but cheerier and less stoic than Nick. He had kind green eyes. Sorta cute, really…

*

You drove home and got back to your apartment, throwing together something resembling a dinner as you got into your sweats and poured yourself a glass of wine. You checked your phone, nothing from Nick. You rolled your eyes, you’d texted him earlier and he hadn’t replied. You were annoyed at his radio silence, but also at yourself for caring so much. When would you learn? 

You spent some time texting your best friend, Annie, who would no doubt be scolding you for moping about Nick if she knew. Annie didn’t suffer fools gladly and had a finely tuned bullshit detector - so impressive that the CIA should snap her up. She knew all about your dalliance with Nick, and of course as your good friend - very plainly explained to you that you could (and should) do better. 

She didn’t need to know you were annoyed about his lack of contact. You weren’t in the mood for a lecture. 

You plopped down in front of the TV and watched a few episodes of some show before you felt your eyes getting heavy. You leaned back into the couch as you closed your eyes and-

KNOCKKNOCKKNOCK

A loud banging at the front door tore you from sleep. You frowned, checking the time before your stomach dropped. It was late. Who was that? A neighbour? Mass murderer? You did have a gun in your safe but-

KNOCKKNOCKKNOCK

“Open up princess, it’s me”.

You scoffed. Of course. 

“It’s late Nick…” you called through the door. 

“I know…so don’t leave me out here by myself. Anything could happen to me”. 

You could practically see the devious smile he’d be wearing. 

You rolled your eyes as you worked the latch and opened the door. He stood there grinning, leaning casually against the door frame. He’d shed his suit jacket and you could see his normally crisp white shirt was slightly dishevelled from a long day. He still looked good…annoyingly. 

“You’re a big boy. You can handle yourself” you teased.

His grin grew even wider. “Still…I’d be much safer inside your fortress”.

You sighed in defeat and tilted your head to indicate he was welcome inside. He moved quickly, crossing the threshold and pressing you into the wall as he attacked your neck with his mouth, eliciting a surprised moan from you. 

“Nick…” you said softly as you closed your eyes and let him kiss you from your cheek down to your collarbone. 

“What, princess?” he replied between kisses, his voice husky with lust.

“You didn’t text me back. Or say hi at the office” you managed to whisper as his hands squeezed at your waist and began to pull your sweats down…

“I’m sorry, baby” he moaned as he dropped to his knees. “I’m here now…”

“Yeah but only for a quick fuc-Ooh!!” you gasped as he yanked your underwear down and buried his face into your mound, his tongue wasting no time as he explored your clit. 

“Mm. No. You know that’s not true…” he drawled as he continued his assault. 

You went to protest but the words died on your tongue as he slipped a finger inside of you and began to pump. If your body was a safe, he knew the code to break in. You were almost embarrassed at how wet you were, he always knew exactly how to play you. 

“Oh she’s missed me…look how she takes me so hungrily” he whispered seductively as he inserted another finger and dove back in. You whimpered and your knees buckled but he held you upright with his other hand, forcing your back flat against the wall. 

“I’ve missed my girl” he said softly. “All of her…my beautiful princess”.

Calling you ‘his girl’ always lit you up like a 300 watt bulb. You whined as words failed you and you allowed yourself to give in, your body going slack as you fisted his hair and rocked your hips back against his face. He moaned at the feeling and you felt his tongue vibrate as he did, sparking your climax and leaving you to cum hard on his tongue. You whimpered and sighed as you held his face, feeling the fireworks as your body shuddered and your lip quivered. He coaxed you through it, uttering a string of praises against you as he manoeuvred his fingers and nuzzled into you. 

You felt your legs give out and you sagged against the wall, Nick let you slip down onto the floor before scooping you up into his lap and resting your head on his shoulder.

“That’s my girl” he whispered as he planted a gentle kiss onto your crown. 

You babbled somewhat incomprehensibly as he picked you up in his strong arms and carried you to your bedroom. He knew the way of course. He flipped you over as he approached your bed, gently laying you on your front as he pulled your legs up and parted your thighs. You bit your lip with anticipation, still high from your orgasm, as you heard the jangle of his belt and the soft thump of his pants hitting the floor. 

He pulled your legs forward and he was suddenly inside of you faster than you could comprehend. You let out a low moan as you felt the fullness of him, his large cock buried to the hilt as he groaned and gave your ass a firm slap. You shuddered as his thrusts started, he didn’t even build up to it like he normally would - he went straight in at full power, his hips pistoning relentlessly as you crumpled onto the sheets beneath. 

“I’m sorry princess, you got me all worked up” he husked. “I can’t hold back”.

You merely mewled in response, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling your ears, then the salacious squelch of your pussy as he continue to pound. You’d almost be shy about its obscenity if you weren’t so drunk on the sensation. His hands gripped your hips so tightly you expected bruises in the morning.

“You’re always so b-beautiful…so perfect” he stammered, his breathing heavy. “My beautiful girl. My good girl”.

His words somehow cut their way through your stupor and you found yourself drunkenly smiling. He was always so sweet when he got in these moods. 

He upped the speed as you keened and squirmed and he moved a hand to your clit, pushing you over the edge as he circled it with his fingers. You cried out as you came, your hands clenching your bedsheets as Nick groaned and followed suit. His hips stuttered and you felt the warmth bloom within as he filled you up, his spend laying claim. 

He sighed as he tenderly kissed your shoulder and gently pulled out, both of you panting. You exhaled and sunk into the mattress but he heaved you off the bed and you groaned as he carefully carried you to the bathroom. 

He ran the shower as he unbuttoned his shirt and manoeuvred your body underneath the warm water. You grumbled, exhausted and just wanting to just curl up in bed and pass out, but he knew you too well - if you woke up in the night you’d feel uncomfortable still sticky and sweaty. You begrudgingly let the water fall into your face - then felt immediately grateful for the warmth and comfort it brought you. 

He came in behind you and began the same routine he always did. He would take your loofah and wash you, ensuring every inch was catered to. He would clean the tacky residue between your legs and wipe down your limbs. Your breasts. Your bottom. He would take your shampoo and meticulously wash your hair as you stood with your eyes closed, allowing him to take care of you. 

This was never sexual, despite how he touched you. This was always tender. Slow. Never a word spoken. A purely physical language that just the two of you shared. In many ways this was far more intimate than having sex with him. In the bedroom he fucked, but in the bathroom he loved. You always enjoyed the sex, but it was these moments afterwards that you truly cherished.

Afterwards he would dry both of you with a towel and lead you back to the bedroom. You’d throw on an old t-shirt and some underwear and climb into bed. He’d climb in with you, often just in his boxers. Sometimes naked. And then he would hold you. Hold you tightly. Nuzzle his nose into your shoulder blades. Press his forehead to yours. Sometimes you’d talk. Sometimes it was silent. Sometimes for minutes, sometimes for hours. It was during this time that you thought maybe the two of you could really be something. Maybe you weren’t crazy, maybe there was something there.  

But he always left.

And that’s what he did now. Getting out of bed and retrieving his strewn about clothes. Slipping his shoes on as you peered over at him from the sheets. You were foggy with sleep, you’d slipped away for a little while in his arms.

“You know you always have an open invitation to stay over” you said meekly, knowing full well what was coming next. 

“Oh I know, thank you princess. And I’d love to. But I gotta get back. Early briefing in the morning”. He smiled sympathetically.

A lie. You weren’t sure if he just forgot you could see his schedule, or if he was arrogant enough not to care that you could. 

He had never stayed over. And he only ever had you come to his place in the daytime or early evening. It was the same thing every time, only the details changed. Sometimes it was a morning briefing. Sometimes he was just ‘so tired’. Sometimes he would say that you clearly needed a good night’s rest and he’d only be in the way.

Well, there was that one time…

A few months ago, the routine had gone as it always had but this time Nick had fallen asleep as he held you. You had too, not realising what had happened until your eyes shot open at 4am - panicking as you realised you couldn’t move, a heavy weight on you, only to soon see that it was because of Nick. Nick encasing you in his arms. Nick’s light snores in your ear. Nick’s nose pressed into your hair. 

You didn’t move, not wanting to wake him. But inwardly you’d squealed. He’d stayed! He hadn’t left. You smiled as you drifted back to sleep, an inner warmth engulfing you as you wondered what this might mean.

But of course…he was gone by morning. You never even heard him get up. Your heart sank, but you should’ve known it was too good to be true. Neither of you had ever mentioned it since. He probably didn’t even know you’d realised he’d been there.

And back to now. He’s leaving once again. Like he always does. 

Normally you put up and shut up. Just happy to have any time with him at all. Just trying to stay calm and show how breezy and relaxed you were. You wanted to be a cool girl for him…not needing labels or constant reassurance. Always secretly hoping that the next time would be different. That you could convince him to stay. 

…convince him to love you back. 

But you knew you couldn’t. 

Annie’s voice rang in your ears - you could do better. 

And you could. 

Annie wouldn’t put up with this. Annie wouldn’t accept being a quick fuck in the dead of night, then ignored at the office the next day. 

Enough was enough. 

You weren’t really sure where it came from. Which straw broke the camel’s back exactly. But you’d been pushed to your limit. You couldn’t keep on with this weird half relationship anymore. You couldn’t cope with the anxiety of never knowing when he’d be hot and when he’d be cold. When he might appear at your front door. You couldn’t take being held so gently at night, then barely looked at in the office the following day. Ignored texts. No dates. Your heart couldn’t take that, and deep down you knew it was because he’d be embarrassed, no ashamed, to be seen with you. You were a dirty secret. Something to be hidden in the night. Never good enough for him fully. The truth was you loved him, and it hurt you deep inside that he didn’t love you back. 

You felt your blood boil as every bad feeling you’d been suppressing for all these months suddenly rose to the surface. 

“You don’t have to lie, Nick” you scoffed.

Nick turned as he was buttoning up his shirt, his eyebrow raised in confusion as he responded to your tone.

“What?” 

“I know you don’t have a briefing in the morning. Why don’t you just be a man and tell the truth? You don’t want to stay” you practically snarled.

He laughed derisively. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me”.

He paused, his nose wrinkled in annoyance as he moved to the bed. 

“Princess…”

“Don’t ‘Princess’ me” you shot back angrily. “No pet names. No distractions with sex. Just tell me what your problem is”.

His eyes widened momentarily before his features darkened. 

“Have I ever lied to you about what this is?” He growled. “Have I ever led you to believe this was something it wasn’t?”

His tone surprised you. You expected more of his smooth talking to talk you down, not for him to actually respond to your challenge. But it didn’t quash any of your own anger. 

“No, but-” you started. 

“Exactly” he stepped closer to the bed, moving his face to be level with yours. “When we started this…I told you what I wanted. I told you I don’t do serious. I told you I wanted fun. You agreed. So don’t act like I’ve pulled the rug out from under you, princess”.

You blinked back at him, momentarily stunned by his outburst. Technically he was correct. He hadn’t necessarily pretended he wanted more than he’d given you. But it wasn’t as simple as he was implying. You weren’t going to let him off that easily. 

“Nick…” you said firmly, not breaking eye contact. “We may be having fun, but I still deserve respect. I deserve consistency. Acting like I don’t exist in the office, not texting me back, then showing up at my apartment late at night and turning on the charm and the sweet talking…that’s not…”

“What?? We’re at work, we have jobs to do” he spat back. “You expect me to be all over you? To kiss you and touch you when we’re meant to be professional?”

“No! But you don’t even acknowledge me most of the time. It’s like I don’t exist at work-“

“Jesus! I’m trying to do my job, I’m a CIA agent in case you hadn’t noticed. I’ve got important work to do, a lot of weight on my shoulders - I can’t spend all day validating your self esteem…”

You blanched slightly, wounded by his words. You didn’t like the assumption that you were somehow precious and needed mollycoddling. That’s not what you were suggesting at all. 

“I’m not asking you to!” You shouted. “There’s a middle ground between fucking me in the office and treating me like a ghost. Fuck, Nick!”

He sighed heavily. “Look…okay. Fine. Maybe you’re right, and I could do better there. Alright? I just don’t want anyone getting any ideas about us…But I never claimed to be Prince Charming. I thought you knew that. I thought we were on the same page…”

“And why would it be so bad if someone did ‘get ideas’ about us, Nick?? Are you really so embarrassed by us that you need to go to such lengths to keep it quiet?”

He rolled his eyes. “No. I’ve told you before…I don’t want anyone knowing my private business. It’s my personal life. I don’t want that being known at work”.

You scoffed. “Oh cut the crap. We both know the truth. You’re ashamed. I’m your dirty little secret. And you’re too much of a pussy to admit it…”

He scowled. His voice angrier now. “Now a goddamn minute, that’s not true…”

You knew you should stop but couldn’t. Your words were a runaway train, unstoppable and coming fast.

“What exactly is the truth, huh Nick?” You sat up in bed, kneeling in front of him. Practically nose to nose as you finally unleashed how you really felt. 

“Cos you say it’s just fun….and that would be fine….but why do you take me in the bathroom like that afterwards?”

He flinched. His cool demeanour wobbling for just a second. But you caught it. 

“What do you mean?” He asked stoically. Composure retained. 

“Why do you clean me like that?” You hissed. “You wash me tenderly in the shower…you hold me in bed for hours at a time…but then you run out before you fall asleep. You ignore my texts. You act like I don’t exist in the office. So which is it? Am I just a bit of fun? Or something else? Who spoons their situationship for hours Nick? Who washes their hair? Cos I sure as shit don’t know anyone who does that for their fuck buddy”.

His expression slipped for a moment and he looked at you with such vulnerability and pain that it almost hurt to look at him. 

But it was gone as quickly as it appeared. His trademark glare returned and he clenched his jaw. He pulled back slightly and smirked, his anger pouring off of him in waves. You flinched, suddenly aware that he was gearing up for attack…

“You know…maybe you’re right” he said coolly, almost laughing.

Your tilted your head to look at him, unsure of what exactly he was admitting to.

“Maybe…maybe I am ashamed of you” he growled.

You wilted, retreating into the pillows as your stomach tightened. You realised you had unleashed something you wouldn’t be able to put back. 

“I mean. Why wouldn’t I be?” He barked derisively, moving away from the bed and slipping on his shoes, as casually as if he was telling you about his day. 

“You’re cute and all. And yeah you fuck like a champ…but you’ve been at the CIA for five years. Still an Assistant. No progression. No drive. Others who started the job after you get promoted ahead of you. You’re too cowardly to step out of your comfort zone and try something you’re not great at. The Directors don’t even know your name. Neither do most of your colleagues…you just…you’re beige, Princess. You’re…nothing”.

He turned to you, studying you as if he was interrogating a suspect. “So yeah. Maybe you’re right and I don’t want people to know about you because of how it makes me look. Maybe I was just trying to protect you feelings. Make you feel good. But I guess that makes me the bad guy”. 

He shrugged mockingly, turning back from you to lace up his shoes. 

“Is that what you wanted to hear?” He asked as he kneeled down. “Was it worth all your needling?”

He finally looked back at you. You must’ve looked a sight…your mouth open in shock, eyes wide and watery with the tears you had desperately tried to fight back. You’d shrunk back into the pillows, small and wounded.

His features softened. “Baby…” he sighed, his tone gentle now. “Look…you can’t provoke me like that and not expect a reaction. I..”

“Get…out” you whispered. 

He sighed and tried to speak again but you aggressively launched a pillow at him. He dodged it and scratched his chin as if trying to work out what to say next.

“I said get out” your voice was quiet, but your tone unmistakable.

He begrudgingly nodded and headed to the bedroom door. As he grabbed the handle it looked like he might say something else…but he simply left without another word.

Part of you was hoping he would fight to stay. 

You waited until you heard the soft latch of your front door closing before you allowed yourself to cry.

No drive.

Beige. 

Nothing.

>Chapter Three - Now or Never

#nick fowler x you #nick Fowler #nick fowler x reader #sebastian stan #the 355 #under the radar fic

[heauxvibez]

5 Songs Challenge

5 Songs. Put your music on shuffle, write an imagine based on the song chosen. Start writing when the music starts, stop writing when the music stops. No cheating babes.

Tagging below who I want to see try this:

@harmshake @visionarymode @thesamoanqueen @southerngirl41

@lina26s @keyaho

Pills and Potions-Nicki Minaj

Jayda gazed at the bottle of pills, tears cascading down her cheeks, her phone gripped tightly in her other hand. Roman's cruel words echoed in her mind—he had abandoned her for another woman, someone he'd assured her was just a friend. She chastised herself for believing their relationship could endure. Soon enough, he'd realize the depth of his mistake, but by then, it would be too late. She'd be gone, and he'd ache for her absence, she was certain of it.

Sitting on the bathroom floor, her back against the wall, Jayda bit her lip in anguish as she poured the pills into her hand and swallowed them. She braced herself, waiting for the darkness to envelop her vision.

Sorry -Beyoncé

Anija smirked devilishly as she tore his clothes apart, hurling them to the floor with a satisfying thud. She managed to find a bottle of bleach and doused his clothes, enjoying the act of destruction.

She had warned him that if he didn't grab his belongings from her house, there would be consequences. Just then, a notification chimed on her phone, drawing her attention.

"Babe, I'm on my way. Please, don't ruin my things. I'm sorry," the text read.

"Boy Bye," she muttered with disgust, tapping out her reply. "Tell Becky with the good hair to replace your ruined crap."

She tossed her phone onto the bed and resumed her rampage, her eyes lighting up the same way his bleached clothes did.

Controlla-Drake

She had barely knocked three times before he swung the door open with urgency.

"Babe!"

Roman pulled her into a tight embrace, his longing clear in the way he held onto her. A month had felt like an eternity without her, and now that she was here, he couldn't wait to feel her touch once again, and he knew the feeling was mutual.

Their lips met in a tender kiss before he closed the door behind her.

"I've been waiting for you for so long," he murmured, his eyes filled with desire as he looked at her. She couldn't help but bite her lip, acknowledging the yearning she felt for him and the intensity of his presence as he took her arm and led her into the bedroom. It was clear that this was going to be a night to remember.

Another Round-Fat Joe ft Chris Brown

Joe's hands roamed over her body, his lips pressed together in anticipation of what he was about to do. He had been intimate with many women, but she held a unique place in his heart. She was more than just another conquest; she was an addiction he couldn't resist. No one else compared to her.

As he moved inside her, his face buried in the curve of her neck, he trailed kisses along her skin, making his way to her ear.

"Don't hold back, baby. Give me everything you've got," he whispered huskily, his voice dripping with seduction. She arched her back, her wrists straining against the restraints.

"I promise, you'll be begging for more after I'm through with you."

Don't Judge Me-Chris Brown

Joe sat on the couch, his head buried in his hands, listening to the heart-wrenching sobs of his girlfriend. Once again, his infidelity had been exposed, and he had hoped it wouldn't come to this.

"Was she beautiful? Was she an actress? Was she better looking than me? What did I do wrong?" she cried out.

Feeling the weight of his guilt, Joe knelt in front of her, gently grasping her hands in his own.

"Baby, please look at me," he pleaded, his voice filled with remorse.

"I'm so sorry. You are incredibly beautiful, okay? I know you've heard rumors about me, and maybe you've seen some pictures online... and they might be true. But I love you, baby girl. I'm begging you, please give me another chance. I'll do whatever it takes to earn back your trust. Just... please."

Tears streamed down his cheeks as he pleaded with her, his heart breaking at the thought of losing her.

She turned away, unable to meet his gaze, her voice barely a whisper to contain her emotions.

"I can't," she murmured, fighting back tears.

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That was fun as hell! It was a struggle though, as soon as I heard the song ending, I started wrapping the imagine up quick lmao. I was typing hella fast ya'll.

Tags: @harmshake @southerngirl41 @spritelucozade @empressdede @alichesmi

#roman reigns #roman reigns fanfiction #wwe #wwefanfic #romanreignsimagine

[eternal-love]

Austin and Me

“Swinging London!”

“Wife to the ‘king’. Icon to the world. Destined for more.”

Summary: At 18 years old, she fell in love with Austin, at 20 years old, she became his wife, by 22, she was his doll. In which Cynthia’s life changed drastically after falling head over heels with a man that promised her the moon and the stars. She takes us down the memory lane of what could’ve been— the perfect marriage.

Inspired by the book: Elvis and Me by Priscilla Presley.

I do not condemn any of the portrayals I decide to do about certain people, it’s just fanfiction. And it would be divided in parts.

English isn’t my first language so I’m trying my best!

MASTERLIST

At some point our time in Australia had to end and so did the whole ‘Elvis hell’ had to come to an end. We quickly moved to London so Austin could film another one of his projects. The director had given him a week to recover since he was sick, so we stayed back at the house we rented. It was big and spacious, at that point Austin apologized to me as I brought him tea to bed.

“Honey I’m sorry for how I behaved in Australia.” He said with his now more deep voice. I stayed silent just staring at the wall and he sat up and hugged me. “Everything I did just got out of my hands, it all became a mess. It won’t happen again.”

I accepted his apology, as I had accepted a thousand of them before. Plus, I was more focused on Lori anyways. I tried to enjoy London as much as I could, I went out with Lori and we’d just see stores, I actually bought a bunch of things with Princess Diana’s face on them. It was like my 60’s dream come true, I went through different thrift stores there and I got myself a shopping spree. I came back all excited, I had found myself an original piece from Biba, it was dated to be from the late 60’s. It had a very psychedelic pattern I came back wearing it, a big smile on my face as I entered the house.

Austin was sitting on the couch with Lori, he was playing with one of her dolls, when he saw me, he looked at me up and down.

“Now what is that dress?” He asked, pointing his finger at me. I placed my bags on the floor and twirled once.

“It’s from Biba!” I said excitedly, smiling.

“It doesn’t suit you, baby.”

“What?” I asked as I looked down at my dress, I liked it, it was my style.

“It does nothing for ya. The pattern, the silhouette, it does nothing for your figure. All I see is the goddamn dress. It makes you look outdated. With the hair

My smile dropped, at the start of our relationship my style was what he liked about me, now that we had been married for 3 years, he suddenly hated it? Why? My sole ambition was to please him, to be rewarded by his approval and affection, when he criticized me, it shred me to pieces.

After he tore me apart, my eyes got watery and I really tried to keep my composure and not be that typical ‘sensible’ wife but it really did hurt me.

“Are you quite finished?” I said before storming off to the bathroom and slammed the door shut.

I heard him sigh and then laugh, I looked at myself in the mirror and I started to think of me how he thought about me. That I looked ridiculous and too dressy… I couldn’t believe I was crying over nothing.

—————————— TIME SKIP

I thought London would be a way to amend our marriage and be like we used to be. Guess I was wrong, it’s not that he wasn’t loving or affectionate, but most of the time that affection came with backhanded actions.

Like for instance when he took me to dinner, he told me to get dolled up so I picked my dress carefully, he said he liked me in yellow so I wore a yellow dress. I toned down my makeup more, I used less eyeliner and just a pair of lashes. I sprayed myself with the scent of Chanel No. 5 l'eau, I liked how I looked. Even he complimented.

“Looking like a doll tonight…” His compliment lingered as he kissed my cheek not my lips.

“Thanks. Not looking bad yourself.” I smirked and kissed him back, we had hired a nanny and I was excited to finally have a date night with him.

Did I say date night? I was wrong, when we arrived there were people already waiting for us: Lily-Rose Depp and her friend, Lucas. My face turned bittersweet but I knew that Austin and Lily met on the set of Yoga-Hosers. So I greeted them trying to smile.

She made a nice conversation with me but I couldn’t stop looking at her, she was just so cool. She was smoking inside the restaurant, having a a cup of wine. She was hot, sexy, cool and I was— cute. I never had a mature look in me, I always had a baby face. I stared as her and Austin made conversation, awkward smile on my face as Lily said:

“No, I don’t think I’ve ever seen any of your movies.”

I know she didn’t say it to be rude but it sounded very condescending and I embarrassed myself even more.

“Most of the movies I’ve been in are very indie.” I cringed at myself as I spoke, I didn’t sound cool just pretentious. All of them laughed and I laughed uncomfortably, I kept on eating my food.

“What perfume are you wearing? It smells very elegant? What is it called?” Austin asked Lily as he glanced at me.

“Oh. its Chanel No. 5—l'eau.” Lily smiled as Austin hummed in response, as if he was enjoying the smell. He even whistled.

That’s the perfume I was wearing, why didn’t he noticed it on me? My eye twitched and I cleared my throat.

“Excuse me…” I stood up from my chair and made my way into the restroom. Tears stinging my eyes as I tried to hold them back, not even realizing they had started to fall.

I was not trying to satanize Lily, she had been in quotes “nice”. A bit condescending, sharing glances with her friend, like those glances high school mean girls give to you when you say something. Not straight up laughing at your face but you know damn well they think of you as the butt of the joke.

But Austin seemed so intrigued by her, the way he looked at her and listened intently as she talked, he was always a man of visual contact, like he loved the people he was listening talk. But I didn’t even remember the last time he looked at me like that. I wanted to be like her, I wanted to be as cool as her, as intriguing as she was. And I quickly noticed that how Lily dressed was the way Austin would love for me to dress, the simplicity, elegance, the denim and white, the effortless hair, the simple makeup.

I started to become a it more self conscious as time went on. I wanted to be what he thought was attractive.

—————————— TIME SKIP

I stared at myself in the mirror as I started to rethink everything about my look. This was for the best, it was for a good reason, for our marriage to be alright.

First I picked apart my closet, I looked throughout all my dresses with prints and only stuck to solid colors, pink, blues, purples. I was then picking apart my closet, just taking my sweet time, taking little breaks as Lori craved my attention. I put all the things that really screamed 60’s into boxes and looked at my almost empty closet.

“Get up, baby. We’re going to the hair salon.” I picked up Lori and dressed her up to go to the salon.

I walked with her throughout the soft rain, holding Lori’s hand. Her blonde hair and big smile. We arrived to the hair salon, it was very beautiful, pink, filled with women and I sighed as I got to the secretary in front of it.

“Welcome ma’am. What would you like to do today?” The secretary asked me with a smile.

“I want to get my hair dyed.”

The secretary nodded and assigned me a hairstylist, as he was getting me ready I took a deep breath while looking at myself in the mirror.

“Luv, this hair color is gorgeous.” The hairstylist said to me as he grabbed a piece of my jet black hair. “Why do you want to dye it?” There was truly nothing anyone could do to stop me from cutting my hair off.

“I want a light brown.” I said, the hairstylist nodded and he started getting to work.

I watched him give me a haircut and dye my hair, and afterwards— I was another woman. I had to say bye to my 60’s look and say hi to this ‘modern’ woman he liked. I smiled as I looked at myself in the mirror and my hopeful smile dropped. This makeover came to bite me in the ass, I looked younger, not sexier and hotter.

But I was still hopeful that finally— he’d like me.

Sorry I haven’t been updating this story, I’ve been very busy lately with school, like I was very much drowning in school work and exams.

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One Undead To Another (Chapter 17)

Henry feels like an idiot.

He examines Shawn’s broken apartment window. It took him until after leaving the voicemail to finally realize what he’d seen a whole day before. Broken apartment window, oh, Shawn might’ve just broken it with some dumb stunt, cracked door is because it’s a crappy old yoga studio or whatever it was. 

Except this is a case. And Shawn is hiding something.

There’s blood on one of the shards of glass still in the windowpane, dried and probably useless– no way they can match the DNA to any of the bodies as burnt as they are. 

He could still write it off as Shawn having done something dumb and shattered the window. But as Henry opens Shawn’s broken door, a much more worrying picture starts to paint itself in Henry’s mind.

Part of the state of the place is just how Shawn lives, but Henry sees disturbances in the carpet in front of the couch– flattened, pressed-down fibers, in an imprint about the size of a body.

Shawn’s bedroom door is cracked. Shawn’s bathroom door is cracked. His sink is cracked! Someone tore through this place like a hurricane and left a message.

… And Shawn slept in the Psych office. With Gus, Juliet, and Lassiter all there too.

Henry checks the bed, and– yes. There. A little bit of dried blood, just a little, on top of the covers.

Broken window, cracked doors, blood on the covers, all of them sleeping in one place, the detectives being more defensive of Shawn than usual, Shawn’s empty eyes–

“Aw, kid.” Henry steps back. Maybe he won’t find anything damning about Shawn’s bike after all. “You got kidnapped again, didn’t you?”

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Pain in his neck. Held, cradled, pressed against freezing skin. His blood clings to the inside of his veins as it’s sucked out. He feels every last dreg being dragged out of his body. The cold seeps in as the blood seeps out. Pain, pain, pain–

He bites deeper into the warm flesh in his mouth. Relief, such incredible relief. No more pain, no more pain, no more pain…

No more pain. Nothing when Lassie hits him, nothing when he dives away from the car, nothing when he cracks his sink with a frustrated slam of his hand… it’s fun. It’s nice. It’s good.

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“It’s all good.” Shawn wakes up with a start, tumbling off the couch and looking up as Gus, phone stuck between his shoulder and his face, closes the office door. He has a black vinyl bag in one hand, the office keys in the other. He moves right through the office to the back door, locking it like he locked the front. Shawn didn’t see Gus lock the front. He just knows he did. God, being Psychic is subtle sometimes. It’s like that thing where you hear about a type of car, and then start noticing it everywhere– but instead of cars it’s supernaturally gained knowledge.

His mouth waters as he hears faint sloshing in the bag. Gus comes back into the main room, and Shawn sees the logo stuck onto the vinyl– a pair of lips with fangs and a drop of blood hanging off the mouth corner. Cliche, tacky, and he thinks he’s in the right considering it to be a little bit offensive to him.

“Just, forget about it. Pretend I was never even there.” Gus hangs up the phone, blushing– Shawn could swear he hears the blood rush up into Gus’s cheeks, and his vision tunnels. His mouth waters and his lips part and he can see the pulse of the veins in Gus’s neck.

The bag is shoved into his hands. It makes him blink, the tunnel vision falling away and shifting.

Flash, film grain, shaky cam from a downward angle, Gus is awkwardly flirting with a woman in a tight leather harness who pulls her own blood drawing supplies out. 

“If you’re really curious, I’m an attentive teacher. I used to be in nursing school so I can totally guide you on drawing blood.”

Shawn blinks. “Please tell me you didn’t force yourself to draw someone’s blood all on your own.”

“I don’t wanna talk about it, Shawn, just drink it so you don’t drink me.”

“I’m literally in your debt forever.” Shawn pulls out the bag and just– bites. He doesn’t even know what happens in the moments between grabbing it, still warm as it is, and it being already halfway empty.

Gus gags.

As soon as the bag is empty, which is in only seconds, Shawn looks up at Gus. He tries to ignore the almost transcendent euphoria slowly soaking through him, forcing himself to focus on the outside– namely, the fact that Gus might be about to vomit on the little carpet they recently added to the sitting area. “Dude! Why did you watch?!”

“You didn’t give me time to leave the room!”

“You could’ve turned your head or, just closed your eyes, man!”

Gus tsks. “Look, are you feeling better now?”

Shawn licks his lips. Gus stifles a gag.

The euphoria is fading, slowly, and even still god it feels good. He feels fantastic, unstoppable, top of the world– 

“I think so. My voice is fixed up, at least.”

“Thank go– uh, gosh. It was terrifying before!”

“I don’t know that it was that bad.” It was. It is. Gus saying it outright hurts.

“It absolutely was! You sounded like a demon Shaw–” Gus looks Shawn in the eyes and sags a little. “Sorry.”

“No, it’s fine–”

“No, Shawn, it’s not. If this happened to me–”

Flash, grain, footraces so fast you miss them if you blink and stupid contests trying to lift the Blueberry and years passing and passing but the two of them never changing–

“–I would hate you pointing it out all the time.” Gus’s brow creases. “Shawn?”

Shawn’s mouth parts, awareness trickling back. His face feels like it’s showing confusion. He’ll run with that. Confusion and a joke, anything to ignore that vision and how fun it all seemed. “Gus, if you were a vampire you’d never leave your apartment again.”

“Honestly, I might ask you to stake me. After I ask Father Wesley about if that disqualifies my soul from Heaven.”

“Dude, I could never stake you. How can you even suggest that?”

“You’d have to, Shawn! I’m not built to be a vampire!”

“No-one is, man! That’s why it’s a curse or whatever!”

“You know what I mean!”

“Gus, you and I both know that just because we understand each other, doesn’t mean we’re making sense."

“Tsk!”

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Karen really shouldn’t be going through her Head Detective’s desk. And she isn’t, technically. She’s just… looking over the evidence box McNab put there before Lassiter and O’Hara went to the scene of the drowning.

“What are you looking for, Detective?” 

She’s not ignorant. Her best detectives calling out sick the day after a group of suspects are found dead in their own burnt-down mansion, Henry going on some little ‘quest’ of his own flashing his badge around at shops on the way to said mansion according to a series of complaints, Shawn being mysteriously absent the last few days except for a surprise drop-off of a kidnapper…

Something suspicious is obviously going on. This is why she always hesitates sending anyone from this particular unit on undercover operations. 

The journals Lassiter is holding onto look like little more than charcoal at first glance, but as she snaps on a pair of gloves and carefully opens one, there’s a shocking amount still legible towards the spine and center of the pages. They’re all handwritten, and the yellowing going so deep into the pages means they’re all old. She checks the stability of each one first, making sure none of them will crumble in her hands, and when none do she tries to make out the writing.

The penmanship is sloppy, the ink is faded, and the writer is using some kind of shorthand. It’d take days at the least to decipher this notebook, and based on her brief overview of the others they aren’t much more promising. As far as she can piece together in this moment, it’s mostly a travel log of some kind, but an old one- older any of the suspects were. Something that belonged to other victims in other areas, maybe?

… Other victims. Of course. 

She puts the notebooks away. She has some calls about cold cases to make.

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Yours Submissively ~ Sanctuary

Steve Rogers X OFC Isabella Davis

Summary: Five Years after the events of Civil War, Steve Rogers has moved on from avenging and has started his own business, Grant Inc. He has a secret that would turn his world upside down. And he's good at keep that secret. Until he meets the woman with violet eyes that could bring him to his knees. Now his mission is to make her, his. But she is the key that could bring the world into balance... or chaos.

And she has no idea.

Series Warnings: slow burn at the beginning, smut, angst, sexual themes of BDSM, dom/sub dynamics, kidnapping, loss of virginity, (and a bunch of others that will come up)

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Previous: Flee

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

“Hi Lila.”  

Lila stood in the doorway for a second, not sure what to say.  “Umm, would you like to come in?”  

“Thank you.”  Belle made her way inside her former apartment and looked around.  “You haven’t changed much.”  

“No, not really.  Been working a lot so I’m hardly here.”  Lila fidgeted before she blurted out, “why are you here?” 

Belle didn’t move.  She tried to open her mouth and speak but all that came out was a sob.  Her entire body began to shake with the tears that had been waiting to be released.  Lila came over to hold Belle as sob after sob tore through her chest. “It’s ok sweetie, I’m here.”  

“Lila, I was so stupid,” she wailed. Her heart was broken.  And all it wanted was the one person who broke her heart and her trust.  

“Its ok, babe.  C’mon sit down. Tell me everything.”  

Bucky was on at the computer trying to track Belle.  “Stupid glasses,” he muttered.  While at the time it seemed like a good idea, Tony’s glasses that he made for Belle were now the hindrance to finding her. He sighed and looked over to see Steve passed out on the couch, Belle’s sweater in his hands.  

He felt his phone buzz and saw a notification.  

DOORBELL RINGING 

“What the hell?”  He clicked on the notification and saw a video from a camera.  At first the person at the door was fuzzy but then the glasses came off and he gasped.  Belle.  He was racking his brain until it dawned on him.  Lila.  

Bucky remembered he had installed a doorbell camera to Lila’s apartment while Belle was still living there.  He hadn’t mentioned it since he hadn’t wanted to spook the girls.  He decided to try and talk to Belle first and hopefully convince her to come home.  He went out the service elevator to the garage, leaving his best friend resting.  

Belle finally calmed and told Lila everything. “Lila, how could I have been so naïve?  He lied; he could have told me.”  

“I know but look at it rationally Belle, he was trying to protect you. Maybe he went about it the wrong way but I think he had your best interest at heart.”  

Belle snorted.  “Right.  Because leaving in the dark was so smart.”  

“Belle,” Lila sighed, “your dad left you in the dark. Everyone did. I mean, how are you not mad at your dad?” 

“Because I was a kid! I already lost my parents, and he was everything when I had…” she sobbed, “I had nothing.” She wiped her eyes. “Steve’s supposed to be my family. How am I supposed to trust him?”   

“I guess that is the ultimate question.” A knock on the door made Lila look.  “Just give me a sec.” Lila went to the door and opened.  “What are you doing here?” 

“I need to talk to her.”  

“No.”  

“Delilah, please.  I need to know she’s safe.”  

“She is safe.  You guys are the ones…” 

“You don’t know the whole story Li. Please give me five minutes.”  

Lila studied her ex.  “Five.”  She opened the door wider and let him in.  

Belle had been in her own little world before she heard her name.  She whipped around.  “Bucky?! What are…” 

“Please sweetheart.  Just hear me out.”  

“No.  You lied.”  

“I didn’t lie.”  

“Fine you kept the truth. Same thing.” She rolled her eyes and turned away from him.  

“Belle, I’m so sorry.  You’re right, ok?  But honestly, this was the reason why we didn’t want to tell you.  The fear of the unknown. Hey?” He lifted her chin, “you know I would do anything to protect you right?” 

He watched a tear fall.  “I know. I just wish he wouldn’t have lied.” Belle leaned forward and buried her head in Bucky’s chest, her chest racking with sobs. Bucky understood, this wasn’t about her history.  It was the lack of honest information. He held her at he looked at his ex.  She was looking worried, having never seen her friend like this for a while. When she looked at him, he could see she was anxious and remorseful. “Li?” 

“I just… I’m sorry.  For how I acted.  For how I treated all of you.  She’s my best friend and my twisted way of thinking made me miss everything. I missed you.”  

“Oh. Umm,” Bucky was unsure how to proceed.  He had missed Lila as well, but his mind was on protecting Belle first. “Look Li, we need to talk about this but I need to protect her first. I really do miss you as well. I just, I need to look after her.”  

“I understand.”   

“Belle, let me take you to a safe place ok? Not to Steve, not yet.  I get it, you need time but I also need you safe.”   

Belle didn’t move. Bucky lifted her bridal style as he looked down to see Belle asleep against him, exhaustion from running taking over.  He pulled out a phone and made a call.  “Diskant, I need a car.” He gave the address.  “I’m sorry Li, I need to take her.”  

“Where are you going?” 

“Brooklyn.  I’ve got an apartment there.” She just needs to rest. He leaned over to kiss her cheek. “We’ll talk ok?” 

She smiled.  “Ok.  Just, don’t let anything happen to her.  She’s precious.”  

“I promise.”  He walked out to meet security.   

Lila watched him from the door until he disappeared into the elevator.  She pulled out her phone and placed a call.  

“Brooklyn. He’s taking her to Brooklyn.”  

Belle opened her eyes to see an unfamiliar room and she bolted up. She was still dressed, for which she was grateful for, but she had no idea where she was.  She had never been in this room, and she scrambled out of bed.  She looked out the window to see Brooklyn but before she could get her bearings, the door opened softly.  “Belle?” 

She breathed a sigh of relief.  “Bucky.”  

“Good, you’re awake.”  He entered the room with a mug of coffee and some toast. “How are you feeling?” 

“Confused.  I can see we are in Brooklyn but where are we?” 

Bucky chuckled.  “My apartment.” He could see the confusion on her face.  “Did you think if I found a girl, I would just move her in with you and Steve?”  

“Frankly, yes.” She giggled.  “Thought we were one big happy family.”  

“Well, we are but I had this place just in case my dame and I wanted a place of our own.”  

“That’s fair.”  She follows him to the living room, noting the spacious room and minimalist furniture. “It’s beautiful.”  

“Thanks.” He patted the seat next to him and she sat.  “So, what’s your plan now?” 

“Dunno.”  She leaned back and looked to the ceiling.  “Does he know I’m here?” 

“Not yet.  Wanted to see what you wanted to do.” He studied her as she continued to look at the ceiling.  “If you really want to leave, I’ll help.  Told that punk to tell you but he didn’t listen.  Should’ve done it myself but I really thought I was doing the right thing.”  

“I know,” she said after a minute. “What time is it?” 

“About four.  You slept all day.”  

“Can we go for a walk?  I just wanna get some air.”  

“Sure, but Paul’s coming as well.  He’ll walk behind, just to keep ya safe.”  She nodded and went to the door to pull her shoes on. “Don’t forget your glasses.”  

The walked around the neighborhood, each pointing out a place that was special to each other.  They stopped for a slice before heading back to the apartment.  “So, I know you don’t know what you want to do but I need you to take this.”  He handed what looked like a car lock to her.  

“What is it?” 

“Panic button.  If something happens it will send a GPS signal to the penthouse and alert us.  I’m not comfortable leavin' ya on your own.”  

“Do I have to leave?  I mean…” 

“No, ya don’t,” Bucky’s accent coming in thick.  “But I want ya ta know that I’ll always take care of you.”  

Belle’s lower lip wobbled but she didn’t cry.  She pocketed the device and took his hand.  “Drink?” 

“Sure.”  They headed to a local dive; Paul ever vigilant behind.  They slid into a booth near the back with Bucky sitting with eyes on the door.  “If you had to choose…” 

“Whiskey sour." She smiled.  “I like the occasional hard stuff.”  

“Alright, stay here.” Bucky went to the bar to get a drink.  He looked back to see a man leering at Belle.  He walked back, placing himself between them.  “Need something pal?” 

“Just talking to this little pretty bird.” The man was large but when Bucky flashed his black metal fist, he slowly back away.  “See you around pretty bird.”  

Bucky then sat next to Belle.  “You ok?” 

“Yeah.  Haven’t been hit on for a while.” She gave a half smile as a waitress brought the drinks.  They sat, listening to the jukebox.  

“If you went back,” Bucky started, “would you be able to forgive Steve?” 

Belle looked at him.  “You already know I’ve started to forgive him.” 

“I know,” he replied with a soft smile.  “Just wanted you to admit it.”  

She sighed.  “Do you think I’m overreacting?” 

“No.  It’s a lot.  I never had the chance to meet your dad, but I did my research.  He was a good man. Always wanting to do the right thing, even if it meant lying to protect the people he loved.”  He gave her a knowing look.  

“I hate you,” she mumbled while he laughed. She drained her glass.  “Think you could take me home?” 

“Home?” 

“Yeah, I want to see my husband.” She smiled. “I think I can talk to him rationally now.” 

Bucky kissed the top of her head.  “Good. C’mon short stuff, let’s get you home.”  He signaled to Paul. He threw some money down and headed out. As they walked, he pulled the glasses off her eyes.  “Stark did good.  Couldn’t find ya till ya hit the doorbell at Lila’s.”  

“Was wondering how you did…” she started when Paul yelled out.  

“Bucky! Get down!” Paul drew his weapon and fired as the first shots rang out.   

Bucky covered Belle but was hit. He collapsed on top of her, blood seeping.  “Belle, run,” he whispered.  

“Bucky! No!” 

“Run! Push the button and run!” He manages to pull himself up and draw his weapon and fired back.  Belle watched as Paul was hit and goes down.  

“Go now!” Bucky pushed her to the alley way to cover.  She reached into her pocket and pushed the button as another round came their way. She dropped the device as Bucky took the round to the shoulder in shielding her.  He handed her a phone.  “Call Steve.  He’ll find you. Go!” 

“Bucky!” 

“Run!” 

Belle ran down the alley as she looked for a place to hide.  

In the tower, Steve was trying Bucky again, not understanding the note he left.  

Have an idea.  Will be back.  

“Steve, you are making me dizzy,” Nat said.  She checked the computer again. “FRIDAY still doesn’t have any hits.”  

“God, she’s out there all alone.”  Steve ran a hand through his hair.  

“She’s being smart.  If we can’t find, neither can they.”  

Suddenly the computer flashed a red message: Panic Button Activated 

“What the fuck?” A geo-tag popped up and it pinned in Brooklyn. 

“FRIDAY see if there is surveillance,” Steve ordered. “Sam...” 

“I’m on it.”  He jumped out the window and his wings extended as Nat had Friday send him the coordinates.  

“Captain, video online,” FRIDAY said.  

It was grainy footage outside a bar in Brooklyn.  Several bodies were on the floor as flashing lights were in the background. One of the lights flashed and he saw Paul’s face.  “Shit!” 

“That’s Paul, but who’s that farther down,” Nat asked.  

The zoomed over and saw Bucky laying on the floor.  “Bucky!” He saw he was still breathing but shallow.  He was moving his hands.  “What is that?” 

Nat zoomed more and saw the movement.  “He’s signing." 

B-E-L-L-E-D-A-N-G-E-R 

“Belle’s in danger.” Steve breathed out, starting to lose focus when his phone rang. 

Running through the streets of Brooklyn, Belle never imagined her life would turn out like this.  Her past, her history had been leading to this.  A history she was unaware of until just a few days ago. She was so angry at everyone.  Steve, Tony, Bucky, Sam, Nat, all of them kept it from her.  So, she ran.  Now, she just wanted to be home, safe in Steve’s arms.  But she ran.  Why oh why did she run?  

She found a diner and tried to calmly enter and sit in the back, low.  She knew she needed to become inconspicuous, so she pulled her dark hair into the hood of her sweater, tapped the glasses that Tony had given her to change her eye color and look at her phone.  It still had blood on it from where it splattered on her.  “Bucky,” she whispered.  Bucky shielded her when they were attacked.  She had remembered to push her panic button but who knew if Clint or Steve was watching for it. She had dropped it when she started to run, hoping it would save him.  

She scrolled to Steve’s number.  “Please pick up,” she whispered.  

Steve’s deep timbre answered. Isabella?  Where are you? 

“Steve.  I’m in a diner in Brooklyn.  Uh,” she looked around, “Sheila’s on 10th.  Steve, Bucky…” she sobbed. The tears just streamed down her face.  

Belle, we’re on the way.  Just stay low.  I’m coming for you baby.  

“Steve, I’m so scared.”  

I know baby, but I’m coming. I love you. 

“I love you too.  I’m sorry I ran.  Please… No!”  She screamed as a hand grabbed her, dropping the phone. One man held her, covering her mouth.  

Belle?! Isabella?! Steve was yelling in the phone, frantic.  He heard movement.  

A second man picked up the phone.  “You want her, Captain? Come get her.” 

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