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lordjimp · 10 months

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What I think the vanillia FO4 companions eat on a normal day.

“fanfiction-y headcannons i sscratched out this morning. Lol idk when the sun rises in america so this might be completely weird and off. Sun rises 5:30 or 6 where i am. i suppose it shouldn’t matter too much tho. im not a writer, i was just possessed this morning so please dont take this too seriously, thx.”

Warning!

Some companions I headcanon as having some poor (but pretty normal) eating habits (eg; forgetting to eat, not eating for long periods of time in the day, substituting not-meals for meals, or eating habits that are synonimous with depression or other mental illnesses). If in general topics about eating habits make you uncomfortable, best to skip this one.

Codsworth:[read first]

Breakfast(8:00am)-when sole is around, he would naturally cook for them. Some friends (and settlers) started joining Sole for tea some days, which slowly turned into him cooking pretty much every day. Breakfast is always coffee, fried eggs,fresh fruit, and grilled meat if they have it.

Lunch(12:00pm)- spends the first half of day running around getting ingredients, will go out hunting if he has to. He has lots of different michelin star recipes in his code, but he has to get creative with what he has. If your not showing up to lunch you better tell him, he’ll be really upset if you usually come but decided to flake off that day.

Dinner(7:00pm)- starch, meat, veg, and carb. The time of the day where. Shit. gets. Real. expect no less than beef wellington, or an apocalyptic adjacent wellington. it also means bad table manners will not be tolerated. You get amazing free food, but if you put your elbows on the table or get unruly, codsworth is gonna whir around and bonk you on the head with his metal claw.

Cait:

breakfast(10:00am)- wakes up too late to have what codsworth cooks. And girl is hungry. No such thing as breakfast ick with her. One 4 egg omelet, salted, and a coffee.

lunch(12:00pm)- 2 servings of whatever codsworth makes. If she can help it, she will not cook. Not a huge fan of mirelurk if there's any.

dinner(7:00pm)- starch and meat, she doesn't care about anything else on the table. Despite drinking, she is surprisingly well behaved. The fights start after dinner is over though.

Curie:

breakfast(5:00am)-tea, extra sugar

snack/lunch(12:30pm)-she usually forgets. it's hard trying to read her new body, especially when she can get so consumed by her study. Codsworth usually brings her something to eat or tries to tear her away from her work. He doesn’t mind seeking her out since shes always so polite.

Dinner(10:30pm)- steps out of her chair to stretch for the first time in hours only to realize she's on the verge of fainting- oops. It annoys her since she knows exactly what would constitute a perfect diet, but just can't perform it. Has a serving of dried muit fruit and something canned. Not technically a vegetarian, but she does avoid meat.

Danse(post brotherhood):

Breakfast(4:30am)- 3 boiled eggs (destroying the egg supply #3) and a ‘black’ coffee (extra extra sugar shhhh). After he goes on his morning jog and then workout, he’ll go on until basically lunch if he has nothing to do.

Lunch(12:00pm)- always joins for codsworth’s lunch, he can get a little ‘homesick’ about the BOS. and eating at the exact time every day with everyone at the same table gives him back a little bit of that routine he was so used to in the brotherhood.

dinner(7:00pm)- same goes for dinner, routine is his best friend. He also just wants to eat with his best friend, Sole. Nobody else really, well… talks to him… I laugh but it's kind of very sad.

Macready:

Breakfast(9:00am)- used to eat fresh muit fruit every morning, but for unknown reasons now muit fruit gives him the ick. Now he usually has Canned soup, tomato is his favorite.

lunch(12:00pm)- yes he's showing up for free food, but hes not close with everyone at the table so he is kinda quiet and standoffish during lunch.

dinner(7:00pm)- he’ll go if he's in the mood, but its alot of people and with Codsworth always breathing down his back about his manners, the vibe at dinner just really pisses him off. so it really depends if he's up for it. If he isn't, there is usually somebody else who didn’t go making stew or something around he can mooch off. He’ll also eat something sweet after, religiously believes in dessert.

Preston:

breakfast(8:00am)- eats breakfast with the sole survivor every day. Breakfast it's a good time to do a morning briefing. Coffee addict btw

Lunch(12:00pm)- he honestly wouldn't eat lunch if it wasn’t for codsworth. He gets so anxious and kinda spirals in his head. As the day goes on he’ll either just forget or not really have the appetite to eat. Eating with people also makes him feel much more relaxed, and he’ll have an easier time having an appetite.

dinner(7:00pm)- gets paranoid that the spread is an improper use of resources, and takes it up with codsworth at times. Codsworth defends that he gets everything himself and none of the food is ever wasted, but then Preston says something about corn beef being a more sustainable use of food and gets kicked out of dinner for being problematic (problem? Corn beef is the worst.) (piper; first time?). Everybody’s mouths were too full to disagree with codsworth.

Piper:

breakfast(5:30am)- cigarette. Wow, she's so french /j

snack(??:??)- snacks on gumdrops and lollipops constantly throughout the whole day. When she eats natural sugars she feels n o t h i n g

dinner(9:00pm)- she eats way later because she's always bouncing around and its hard for Piper to center herself to sit down and eat. she’d go eat what Codsworth cooks, but he usually kicks her out. It's like the fact that he gets up and arms about things at dinner makes her want to act up. Whatever, she's having blamco and some dandy boys.

Deacon:

snack(9:30am)- his diet is inconsistent and random. Hes actually already been up and down since one, the first thing he has is a handful of potato chips.

lunch??(12:00pm)- if he's up for it, he’ll show up to lunch. But, he barely eats anything. Mostly has a bit a coffee which he still doesnt finish. Dogmeat sits in front of him the whole time under the table getting pats and fed. Then he leaves before anyone is done eating.

snack(2:00pm)- finds someone else having lunch and picks off their food while they aren't looking

snack(8:00pm)- rest of the potato chips- he acquired salsa.

dinner??(10:00pm)- has a few beers and a bit of fruit. Maybe. He's probably just gonna drink. To wrap up, he’s a serial snacker.

Dogmeat

snack(5:00am)- dug up bone from dinner a few days ago.

snack(9:00am)- no bad guys, all is well. Back to the bone.

lunch(12:00pm)- will circle around the lunch table and give everyone puppy eyes. If he’s there, stays by deacon, easy gains.

dinner(7:30pm)- fed dinner leftovers or dog food by either preston or sole. dogs arn’t allowed at dinner apparently, so no shaking down his friends for food ,’(

Hancock

breakfast(2:00pm)- wakes up after lunch and immediately goes to Codsworth to ask for leftovers. If there are leftovers, hell make some weird cold leftover sandwich. If not, he's happy with canned beans.

snack(4:00pm)- Snack cake, courtesy of Danse. Well, like- STOLEN from Danse.

snack(6:30pm)- Bourbon, hey it's 5pm somewhere. Heh. what? It is 5pm?

dinner(7:00pm)- attends dinner. Great food, great company. Nowhere else he’d rather be. *gets kicked out*

snacks??(12:30am)- wanders into Danses room drunk and/or high, wakes Danse and Hancock gets caught snooping through his fancy lad stash. Danse hated that, and he won't let him live it down until he repays him back. What? He's serious about his lads, stop laughing.

Nick

breakfast(5:30am)- has a smoke with piper. Same spot every morning. Piper talks shit the whole time.

breakfast(8:00)- usually just pops in to see everyone, but if he stays, codsworth will pour him a black coffee. It doesn't do anything for him obviously, but it feels nice to just sit and have breakfast with friends

dinner(7:00pm)- I like the theory that the reason Nick’s asked by Vadim to drink his moonshine is so he can test the alkaline or ph level, or whatever it was. So he comes to dinner and has a glass of whiskey, and the sensation is almost like he can taste it. Dinner is a nice change of pace. People sitting around a table civilly enjoying good food reminds him of certain happy prewar memories with prewar nick and his family. He's content sitting there with an empty plate just enjoying the conversation.

X6-88

dinner(7:00pm)- the others call it his snake meal, it's always exactly 2000 calories (he works it out in his head) and he eats all of it in like 5 minutes. It's actually really disturbing. He shows up first for dinner. Fills his plate with food. And, like an eating competitor, stuffs it all down his throat with a straight face. Then leaves without ever saying a word. X6 says it's so he doesn't have to waste time with allocated eating, but so he’ll still get his required fuel. This is how he's always done it, no one can convince him it is bad or unhealthy because he's so sure it is more efficient.

i forgot strong oops. might do him latr soz

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lizzie-is-here · 2 years

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like the dawn

part x- the letters

“i’m afraid of a lot of things, but mostly, most sincerely, i am afraid of being completely unraveled by you, and you finding nothing you want in here” - l.m. dorsey

summary: as you settle in at the compound, the free time gives you a bit too much room for self reflection. not like the closeness of your trio is helping with your littles crushes either.

wordcount: 4.3k

warnings: pining, more pining, lil 🤏 angst, trauma, hydra fucked up ya boi, lists, yes lists is a warning

a/n: can you tell i was obsessed with parallels this chapter 💀 also the ✨olive theory✨ but no but i’m really happy w how this turned out hope u enjoy and like always, love you! 🥺🤍

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The next days were dedicated to establishing a schedule. Thankfully, that was something Steve had always been good at. With his help, you had a nice, flexible schedule that would help you ease back into normal life.

5:00 AM:

Wake up. Take a flying lap. Get ready. Suppress the urge to think about how domestic getting ready with your boys is. Head down to the kitchen for a snack before stretching and going for a run around the compound. Follow up with a workout and cool-down stretch.

7:00 AM:

Eat a good breakfast, and use the opportunity to try new foods. Sometimes other members of the teams join you. You still don’t talk around them much. After breakfast, shower.

8:30 AM:

Let Steve teach you and Bucky about the modern world, plus catch you up on his life. Get distracted by his smile and his biceps. Pretend to not be distracted. Think about the lockbox.

12:00 PM:

Eat lunch. Sometimes with other team members. After lunch, go for a fly around the grounds.

1:30 PM:

Either run errands or just go into town. Avoid touchy paparazzi and blush when Bucky defends you in front of them. Get confused about why you’re blushing. Think about the lockbox again.

6:30 PM:

Dinner. Always a full-team event. Sit silently so as to not interrupt or bother anyone. Always thank whoever cooked or ordered the food. Help clean up after.

After a week, you’re comfortable with the order. You enjoy how much time you spend with your boys, despite worrying about being clingy. And despite how quiet you are around everyone else, you enjoy being around them, too.

One day, after your morning run, none of the three of you hear the noise coming from the kitchen. But the team hears you.

You, Bucky, and Steve are in the middle of a half-joking-half-serious debate about Steve’s old USO costume, voices carrying down the halls with a lightheartedness that the rest of the team isn’t used to hearing.

“It made your ass look great,” you insist, causing Tony to snort and shoot an “I-told-you-so” look at Natasha. Sam silently laughs even harder when he hears the infamous Winter Soldier fully agree with you, even going into talking about how “lifting” the spandex was.

“You two are just pervs,” Steve laughs. “That uniform hid absolutely nothing.” Bucky elbows him.

“Bet the girls loved that,” he chuckles. Steve goes ten shades of red and hides his face in his hands, trying to ignore the teasing.

The lights in the kitchen flicker with your laughter, and a few of the Avengers glance up. Compound lights rarely flicker, much less go out. A perk of having a Stark running your tech.

The three of you stumble into the kitchen, and in the brief moment before you realize the whole group is gathered there, Natasha Romanoff notices three things.

One: Steve has never looked this happy. Not in the four years she’s known him. His features are lighter, the deep crease between his brow is relaxed. He finally looks his age.

Two: You and Barnes are much louder than you’ve been acting. She supposes guilt is making you more shy than usual. More than anything, she’s glad to see you smiling for once.

Three: The three of you are absolutely in love with one another.

Hidden glances, lingering touches. As the matchmaker of the group, she’s seen it dozens of times before. She knows the signs.

But she’s no fool. Her “mother” didn’t raise her to be one. The three of you are, in the most polite way possible, mentally fucked. It’s hard not to be, after 70 years are absolute shit. And that makes relationships more difficult and complicated than they already are.

Natasha makes a mental note that she’ll share with Wanda later.

The moment you turn and spot the group, your little trio freezes. You and Bucky go silent, though you’re still trying to hide occasional chuckles as he elbows Steve. The blond is mostly unaffected, though his smile cools a bit.

“Vis helped make sandwiches,” Wanda says, breaking the tense silence. “Come and try them.”

You oblige, taking one from the tray and sitting on a barstool. You leave one stool of space between you and Sam and tuck your wings close to your body, hoping to not trip anyone.

The Falcon leans in as conversation continues.

“Hey,” he whispers conspiratorially. You tilt your head. “Barton and I were wondering if you’d want to join the Bird Squad.”

The what? The look of confusion on your face has Sam explaining.

“You know, I’m the Falcon, he’s Hawkeye. You don’t have a bird-themed name, but hey, I think the wings are more than enough for you to qualify.”

Grinning at his antics, you nod. “Okay, yeah. Yeah, I’ll join the…”

“Bird Squad,” he says.

“The Bird Squad,” you finish. Bucky comes over just then, raising a brow at the man next to you.

“Please stop with the bird puns. The bird-patterned socks were bad enough,” he groans. Bucky takes the seat between you two nonetheless. He offers you the olives from the toothpick in his sandwich. You trade them for the crust off yours.

Next to Tony, Steve waits for the billionaire to speak first. The two can rarely ever talk without arguing, but he’s more than willing to try. For the team, if not for himself.

“I know we joke about you guys being old, but physically, how old are you actually?” Tony asks. He’s watching you peel the crust from your sandwich.

Steve huffs, calculating. “I turn 31 this year, and those two… Well, we don’t know how long they were in cryo between… missions.” He glances at you and Bucky. “She was 27 and he was 28 when they went under.”

The blond can’t read Tony’s expression as he nods, simply taking another sip of coffee. Steve takes it as a sign he’s done talking.

Circling around the counter and sitting on the other side of him, you offer a smile before passing an olive to him. He takes it gratefully.

Peter, apparently done eating, bounces out of his chair and hops on top of the counter in front of you. He immediately starts talking a mile a minute.

“Okay, this might be a weird question and you can totally say no, I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable or anything, I’m just really curious, but can I see your powers? It’s just, Ned- that’s my best friend- has been asking about how they work since he’s really interested in the physics of them and I just never have an answer and I feel bad-”

To stop him from losing his breath, you hold out your hand, summoning a small ball of light. You’ve been trying to keep your powers to a minimum here. You know better than most how destructive they can be, and the last thing you want to do is wreck the compound.

But a small, floating ball of light won’t do any damage. Strangely, it’s not even hot. The teen pokes at it, alarmed when his hand passes right through.

“Wait, if you can make solid objects with it, why is this…?” With a flick of your wrist, you feel the light change.

“It’s almost like changing the density,” you explain. “You probably understand it better than I ever will. I just know that it works.” When Peter touches the light again, it’s solid. You toss it, watching as it dissipates in the air.

He’s amazed, gaping for a few seconds before gathering himself, thanking you, and hurrying off to call his friend back. You lift up your hand again, allowing the light to flow and wisp-like smoke. Peter’s reaction makes you feel a bit better about your powers. He wasn’t scared, just curious.

“I told you,” Bucky quips. “Your powers aren’t something to be disgusted by.”

Huffing, you point to his left arm. “Then neither is that,” you counter.

“No, this is different.” The metal plates shift and rearrange with his movements. Steve watches, mesmerized by them. As horrible as its origin was, the intricate design of the prosthetic was something beautiful.

He says so, but Bucky shakes his head. You frown.

“Maybe if it wasn’t in so much pain all the time, you’d be able to feel a bit better about it. Just let me soothe the nerves, even just for a little bit,” you plead. Lowering your voice, you cut off his racing thoughts. “You don’t deserve to be in pain.”

Bucky considers your words. He shrugs, but doesn’t refuse. He watches you smile, quite literally lighting up the room.

Steve chuckles as the lights flicker, grabbing your empty plates and tossing them in the sink.

“I was thinking we could head into Brooklyn,” he suggests. “Our museum is open, so I figured we could stop by there and look through.”

He thinks for a moment, then nods to you. “Maybe you’ll finally open that lockbox and let the world in on whatever’s inside.”

The world? You know he means the news, the people that read about you. But those letters in there are for him and Bucky only.

To be fair, they are your whole world.

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People weren’t as invasive and nosy when they were wandering around your museum, you find. They seem more respectful as you wander the exhibits, trying to piece together your past.

The memories have been coming easier, but they still feel so distant. Like dreams, or a lingering sense of deja vu.

There are dozens of pictures lining the walls, descriptions neatly written below them. The three of you talking around a campfire, Steve and Bucky at the fair, a younger you proudly holding up a 1st place trophy, front teeth missing and a tiny bow clenched in your fist.

You trace your hands over them, mesmerized by how happy you look. You look lighter, softer. Not bearing a literal weight on your shoulders and eyes that always seem a bit sad.

Steve walks up behind you, following your wistful gaze as you soak up each photo and try to place it in your memories.

“Hey,” he says. You smile, so warm and so familiar that Steve’s knees almost buckle. “You like the museum?”

“It’s great,” you say, following the pictures around to a replica of your shared apartment. “Helps with the memories.” The couch catches your eye. With a bit of focus, some moments in time push through the fog.

Lazy nights when you three were too tired to move, instead piling on the couch and sleeping there. Camping out there when Steve was sick and you gave him the bed. Bucky coming home that day that started the end of it all.

Slowly, not wanting to overstep, Steve wraps an arm around your shoulders, carefully navigating past your wings. You lean into his touch, sniffling a bit when Bucky joins you two, also staring at the battered couch.

One particular memory comes to mind. And you begin to hum.

You can’t remember the exact words, but you try your best as you begin to sway.

“It’s been a long, long time… Haven’t felt like this, my dear, since can’t remember when…”

Dancing. You three spent more money than you could afford on records for your little apartment, and after Sunday dinner it was your tradition to try and teach Steve to dance.

What you’re doing now is little more than shifting your weight. But it means the world to you and your boys. It means that you’re remembering. Bucky joins in humming, making his way through the refrain before trailing off.

“You said you’ve got a record player, didn’t you, Stevie?” he asks. Steve nods and begins talking about some of the older records he has when a particular glass case catches your eye.

Your lockbox. Behind the 4-inch bulletproof glass, the small box sits with its key placed beside it. You crouch to read the description.

‘In the final days before her disappearance, Agent (Y/N) (L/N) wrote what is estimated to be around a dozen letters and stored them in this box. While other letters she wrote were left out, no one knows what lies within the small cherry-wood box. Out of respect, it remains locked to this day.’

A picture of you sits beside the paragraph. Bow slung over your shoulder and dressed in your uniform, you stand tall and proud. Catching a glimpse of your reflection in the glass, you immediately shake your head to dissipate the lingering thoughts.

A woman steps up beside you. From the way she’s dressed and the keys in her pocket, you figure she works the museum. Your guess is confirmed when she gestures to the box.

“We were wondering when you’d stop by,” she says. “Anything here of yours that you want, just ask. We’re here to help in any way we can.” You smile gratefully, thanking her before glancing back at the box.

“Could I…?” The woman nods and wordlessly unlocks the case. She lifts your box with all the care in the world, handing it to you and wishing you well before whisking off.

Steve and Bucky catch up to you, spotting the box.

“They let you take it?” The former asks.

Holding it up, you grin. “Yeah. Guess they missed their timeframe on finding out what’s inside.”

“Will you tell us?” Bucky leans in, gently elbowing you.

Even thinking about the letters makes you blush. In your grief the days after their “deaths”, you’d poured every thought onto paper. The openness that you know lies on the pages sends embarrassment creeping under your skin.

“Maybe,” you finally say, tucking the box under your arm and stowing the key in your pocket. They both shrug, not pushing further, and move on to the next exhibit.

It’s an hour later when you leave, avoiding reporters and paparazzi as you clutch the lockbox close to your body. Making it back to the compound and into your room is much easier, though you still haven’t opened the box.

Steve and Bucky ran down to the kitchen to bug Sam, and in the meantime, you’ve been staring at it. The key is in your hand, the box is on your bed.

Since you’ve gotten home, you’ve showered, changed into pajamas, checked the news, and watched an episode of new show that caught your eye.

But you’re scared. You’ve already felt… that feeling lately. You fear that, if you open the box and reread the letters inside, it’ll only be intensified.

A part of HYDRA’s process was breaking you down into a weapon. To them, you weren’t a person capable of giving or receiving such an emotion. They made you believe it. That you were only good for their missions.

If you open the box, you aren’t sure if you can handle keeping a secret like that from your boys. You aren’t sure if you could handle telling them, either.

They’re all you have left. Losing them through your own actions would destroy you.

Still, you grip the key in your hand, steel your nerves, and unlock the box.

Gently opening it, you blow away the dust coating the old paper before carefully lifting the stack of letters and setting them on your bed. You grab one, unfolding it and hyping yourself up before reading the first words.

‘Dear Steve Rogers and James Barnes,

This is the fourth letter I’ve written. Without either of you, there isn’t much else to do except think and write. And I’ve been doing a lot of both. There are plenty of things I wish I’d told you, but before everything else, I wish that I had told you I love you. Yes, still. And while I can’t tell you when it started, a part of me feels like it’s always been there. Like a fact of life I’ve lived with ever since that day on the playground.

I don’t think telling you would’ve changed how things went. Maybe you two would’ve been more careful if we’d had more to lose. But I’m so tired of entertaining what-if questions, so I’ll deal with that thought down for another time.

Missing you feels like too weak of a word to describe what I feel. You’ve been perhaps the only permanent thing in my life. Everything else changes too fast for me to keep up. School, work, whatever else people worry about now. But you were my constant. The one thing I could rely on. Even if the sun didn’t rise one day, I always thought you’d be there. And now I’m alone.

Steve, you were always so full of energy. Even when sick, you’d always have something to say or a new drawing to work on. I never admitted it, but I loved watching you draw. You had a real talent there. Seeing you become Captain America was the best and worst thing, I think. Knowing that you were healthy, even better than me and Buck, was a weight lifted. But the world doesn’t know you. They aren’t mourning you, they’re mourning their symbol. I can’t forgive them for that.

Bucky, the day you were drafted has always stayed in my mind. You were scared for the first time I can remember, shaking on our couch that I can’t go back to. I can’t go back to that apartment alone. I'll always remember the late nights in the kitchen, when Steve would go to bed early and you’d tell me all about some new scientific discovery or invention that you’d read about. The world doesn’t talk about that part of you.

I can hear Peggy and the other Commandos talking. They’re worried about me, I think. I can’t blame them. I sleep more than I ever have, write, and take dinner in my tent. Colonel Phillips hasn’t said anything yet.

The world is moving on without us. I may not be dead, but I think after losing you, I’m not completely alive.’

Sniffling, you wipe your eyes and fold the letter back up, setting it in the box along with the others. You remember bits and pieces of the time after they “died”, and true to the letter, you’d spiraled in the remaining weeks before you’d caved.

A knock on your door.

“Come in,” you call. With your feet dangling off the bed, you don’t need to sit up to know the two sets of footsteps.

The sun hangs low in the sky, and even at the end of the day the compound bustles with agents and doctors. You yawn, stretching your muscles. You’ve found that your energy levels tend to rise and fall with the sun.

Even though it’s early, Steve and Bucky are more than willing to turn in for the night. A lazy night in is far more appealing than watching more news on the Avengers and the Accords, and dinner could be ordered in without much fuss.

“Are you done for the day?” the blond asks, sitting beside you. Bucky moves the throw pillows from the bed, tossing them around the room with no regards to where they land.

You shrug. “I want to go help clean up after dinner, don’t wanna leave Wanda to do it on her own.”

“Wanda can move things with her mind, I think she’ll be okay with doing the dishes for one night.” Scooping you up while Bucky throws the covers back, he unceremoniously dumps you onto the plush bed as you shriek.

Reaching over to grab a pillow, you swat at him, only to receive a pillow to the face from the brunet behind you. Before it devolves into a full-on pillow war, you raise your hands in truce, laying down to catch your breath.

Your boys follow suit, laying down with you. You tuck your wings in, wrapping them around yourself on both sides like the fluffiest blanket you’ve ever touched.

“This is nice,” Bucky mumbles into the blankets. You nod, closing your eyes to avoid facing just how close they are. Normally you wouldn’t mind. But you blush easily, and something like that would raise questions.

You listen as Steve calls in a pizza, followed by another call of him asking Vision to pick it up, seeing as he was the fastest one in the compound. Poking at a stray feather, you blink hazily in the golden light.

The food arrives minutes later, and you finish the pizza just as the sun starts to graze the treeline. Steve and Bucky get ready for bed as you turn on the TV and collect some more blankets, only increasing the growing pile on the bed. The cold doesn’t bring good memories to any of you.

Once you finish, you lightly pat the bed, gesturing for Bucky to sit.

“You said you’d let me work your shoulder,” you remind him, tone stern. Steve helps you, tugging your friend in front of you. He sits in front of him, making sure he doesn’t try to start another pillow fight.

“You don’t have to do this,” Bucky says to both of you. Your responses are the same.

“I know.”

You can feel the warmth of your healing radiating from your hand. “You ready?” you ask. Steve takes his hands, calming him as he takes deep breaths. He nods.

You’ve seen the x-rays. The sketches of the metal arm and exactly how it’s designed. It’s a medical nightmare, put simply.

A titanium limb far outweighed a normal arm, meaning Bucky walked with a tilt, which led to back pain and a constant soreness in his neck muscles. In an attempt to support the heavy prosthetic, HYDRA had poorly grafted the metal onto the surrounding bones, covering parts of his clavicle and sternum.

All of this combined puts him in a world of pain. And now that he’s finally letting you work on it, you wonder how he didn’t break sooner.

The pain radiates from where the metal attaches, searing across his back and up the left side of his head. His muscles are knotted and tense, struggling to receive input from the destroyed nerves.

Bucky’s wincing as you work, trying his best not to shout in pain and relief as your powers mend his invisible wounds. Steve notices, and in an attempt to distract him, taps your lockbox.

“So, you ever gonna tell us what’s in this?” Since he’s facing you, he gets a perfect view of how you turn two shades pinker, fumbling and accidentally brightening the nearby lamp.

You cough, shrugging. “Maybe.” Your tone suddenly becomes a bit sad. “I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready.”

“Ready for…?” Bucky asks.

“Ready for you two to know.” That’s all you say, focusing on soothing the nerves in his neck.

Both Steve's and Bucky’s minds jump to the same thing.

Steve’s known exactly what he’s felt for you two ever since middle school, when he asked his ma if he could be in love with two people at once. Sarah had smiled knowingly, nodded, and watched his little mind run and slowly take in what that meant.

But he never said anything. Bucky started going on dates and you turned your focus on studying, and he’d never found the perfect moment like all his books talked about. No screaming confessions in the rain or dramatic dances at a fancy party. He thought he might find that moment as Captain America, but constant missions made that a bit hard.

All he has is this room, Bucky’s hands in his, and your eyes occasionally meeting his own.

Bucky didn’t realize his feelings until he was taken by HYDRA for the first time. He’d always enjoyed dating around, more for the experience of learning about someone than anything else. Settling with one person when everyone was so different seemed so boring and bland. And then he almost died.

During his capture, he had a lot of time to think. And the only people he could ever see living with for the rest of his life were you two. Sure, it was unorthodox, but so was everything you three did together. Damn all tradition to hell, he swore that, if he got out of that place alive, he’d tell you both. But that never happened. Instead, he got 70 years as a puppet.

All he has is this room, Steve whispering nonsense to calm him down, and your gentle hands mending every source of pain you can find.

“There. All done.” Sitting back, you flick your hands, sending stray tendrils of light flying away.

The sun has long since disappeared, and you can spot a few stars from the window. Going to bed early won’t change the fact that none of you will sleep well. Nightmares always come for at least one of you.

Tonight, you take the middle. Laying on your stomach, Bucky and Steve slide in on both sides as you rest your wings atop them.

For a while, you sit in silence.

Steve breaks it.

“The thing you aren’t ready to tell us, whatever it is, you know we’ll always be here, right?” he asks. You nod immediately. You never doubted that. Not once. You’re scared of how things will change, though.

“I know. Not like you’d ever let us get away,” you laugh.

Bucky hums, content and almost floaty due to the lack of pain. “You’d chase us to the bottom of the ocean, wouldn’t you, punk?”

“Jerk,” Steve huffs, tugging up one of the many blankets.

Eyes fluttering shut, you manage a “Dumbasses” before you slip into sleep.

Making sure you’re not awake, Bucky glances at Steve.

“So, we both know what those letters say?” He knows you well enough that he’s confident in his suspicions.

Steve hesitates, but agrees. “Yeah. A pretty good guess, at least.”

“How do you feel about it?”

“She’s not the only one.”

“Yeah. But we’ll wait.”

“We’ll wait.”

#marvel #marvel x reader #x reader #avengers x reader #avengers #steve rogers #bucky barnes #like the dawn #bucky barnes x winged!reader #bucky barnes x fem!reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x winged!reader #bucky x f!reader #bucky x reader #steve rogers x winged!reader #steve rogers x fem!reader #steve rogers x reader #stucky x reader

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whentherewerebicycles · 2 months

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more photos from last night’s walk :) I had kind of a rough night… he’s had very distinct patterns of movement for the last week or so but I think must be in a different position now because it’s much harder to feel him kicking. got really freaked out around 3am (partly due to a bad dream about something happening to him) and ended up lying awake for an hour trying to get him to kick. he did in the end but is being quiet again this morning. the internet is mixed on whether this is Alarming or very normal (I guess you’re not supposed to pay close attention to movement until 28 weeks because they’re still very small). luckily I have an OB appt today so I’m hoping she can check him out and hopefully give me permission to not freak out about whatever he’s doing in there 🫠

here’s the day:

6:30-8 coffee, work emails, plan the week

8-9:30 finalize mentoring series dates, email to reserve room, create form, pick dates for poster + pres sessions, set timeline for grants process, nudge faculty who are ignoring me about this committee lol, email other faculty about it, email ND about ECAR

9:30-10:30 shower/get ready, breakfast

10:30-11 review tutoring material

11-11:40 tutoring mtg

11:40-12:15 emails etc

12:15-2:15ish OB appt (bring laptop in case it’s the glucose test today)

2:30-3 prep for CB mtg and eat something

3-4 CB mtg

4-7 hockey game—walk dogs + make dinner while listening to the radio broadcast maybe

read 60 pages of this novel before bed

zzzz by 9:45ish I’m so sleepy lately

#pregnancy tag

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postapocalyptic-cryptic · 2 years

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Can I ask what’s Misty’s daily routine? I feel like she sees a lot

Oh Misty sees a ton. Every day is an adventure when you are just a little kitty on a big ship. In space. At war.

Misty gets up with Faie at 6am every day, except for rest days or days when Faie has the late shift, when she allows him to sleep in until 7 before crying to be fed.

Assuming her normal 6am getup, she hops out of bed and waits impatiently for Faie to feed her breakfast, then eats it and comes into the 'fresher to stand next to him and Penchant while they brush their teeth and get ready for the day. She has big opinions about whatever they're talking about and she makes a point to let them know.

Then, if she’s feeling generous, she lets Faie dress her in her little bridge officer coat. She doesn’t have a leash or anything since she’s always on the ship, but she does have a pink collar (with a space RFID chip that allows her through most doors, but won’t let her through others, like the gym or the engine rooms or anywhere else dangerous). Fashion statement made, she jumps up on Faie’s shoulder and hitches a ride to the common room where she spends most of the day.

I have a little thing about the common room here, but I’ll elaborate. She usually spends a few hours in here every day, especially when Faie’s there or in the work room nearby. She loves getting scritches from passersby or off duty troopers, and she’s got an automatic feeder that goes off for lunch and dinner and keeps her water bowl filled, as well as a litter box and some toys. She naps on the couch and goes over to bother people while they work.

You know that thing where cats sleep on top of computer towers because they’re warm? Yeah she does a ton of that, especially when it’s Faie’s computer (she also likes sitting behind his tablet).

The time she doesn’t spend in the common room she spends with either Faie or Penchant. She rides around on Faie’s shoulder a lot, and people just accept her as part of Faie’s uniform. She gets chin scritches from Faie and anyone who walks by or has a meeting with Faie and she adores it. She is the moment.

Her feeder goes off at 6pm for dinner and Faie usually takes a break at the same time, so she gets about fifteen minutes of dedicated Faie playtime with her favorite toys after dinner. Then, she hangs around the common room for a while longer before heading back to Faie and Penchant’s quarters at around 8:30pm. Faie and Penchant are usually back already, but if Faie gets caught up in something, sometimes she’ll go find him and try to bring him back to the room.

She and Faie spend a little while in the evening on Faie’s bed. She cuddles with him and purrs while he reads or watches holos or talks with Penchant. Faie usually has a snack around this time, and she gets pieces of it.Then, it’s lights out and she sits with Faie until he falls asleep and then goes out for midnight shenanigans. She comes back in the middle of the night, as cats do, and lays on top of him or by his legs until morning. Rinse and repeat!

Obviously, this routine varies a lot when there’s a ground campaign or Penchant or Faie is out and all that fun stuff, but on an ideal Misty Day, this is what goes on.

Thank you so much, Moonie, this was so much fun. I love Misty a completely abnormal amount she is the Best Kitty.

#ask tag #moonfish55 #misty the tooka

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from-1-to-90 · 10 months

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Days 7-12 of 90

I've had a friend visiting from out of town over the past few days so I didn't follow my normal workout schedule. However, I still got some good workouts in on a couple of the days!

On days 6-8 I didn't do any workouts, which was fine because it was the weekend and I wanted to give myself a break anyway after working out for 5 days in a row. And on day 9, I ended up hiking for 4 hours straight! It was a relatively mild hike, but still, 4 hours is a lot. My friend and I hadn't intended to hike for that long, but it all worked out. And I'm happy with it - it was a great workout. On day 10, I did a much less strenuous walk in a park for about an hour and a half. And then no workout on day 11.

Today is day 12, and I want to get back into my normal workout routine. Especially since I haven't done any physical therapy exercising for the past 6 days. I'm planning to head back to the gym today to get back into the swing of things.

My friend suggested I purchase some ankle weights to use on my surgical leg, so that I can continue to work on strengthening it even when I'm just walking around the house. I think that's a great idea, so I'll probably be buying some ankle weights soon.

EXERCISE SESSION

Stationary bike, 2 mi, level 4 difficulty, 10 mins (mainly using surgical leg)

Elliptical, 0.5 mi, level4-5 incline, 10 mins

PT block A

Treadmill 0.5 mi, level 4 incline, 10 mins

FOOD

I did buy some healthier snacking options, and I've actually been enjoying a healthy smoothie for breakfast! It's nice because I don't always have a big appetite in the morning, but it's easy to just drink a smoothie while I'm waking up.

My smoothie ingredients:

a small handful of fresh spinach (I'll probably switch to frozen spinach soon, just because it's a little easier)

~1/2 a cup of plain greek yogurt

1 banana

~1/4 cup of frozen strawberries

~1/4 cup of frozen peaches

~1/2 cup of water

It's great because I'm still getting some good protein and nutrients from the greek yogurt and the spinach, but it also still tastes decent because the banana sweetens everything.

On a separate note, as much as I hate calorie counting, I think I'm going to have to do it in a loose way for a little while. NOT for the purposes of restricting, but just to make sure that I'm actually getting enough calories / nutrients into my body. For example, I noticed that the smoothie in the morning is nice and filling, and that means that I haven't been eating anything else in the morning. Which is all fine and good if I'm actually getting enough calories into my body, but if not, then I'm actively working against my ability to gain muscle mass. So that's why I think I'm going to have to calorie count, just for a bit until I have the ability to eyeball foods and approximate their calories so that I can make sure I'm getting enough.

Update: I did track my calories for the day, and after dinner I was at 1,908 calories, which is great. I will note that I ate a full breakfast, lunch, and dinner, which I don't always do. So it seems like as long as I eat three proper meals, I should be fine. I'll likely be over 1,908 by the end of the night because I'll probably have a snack this evening, but that doesn't bother me. I want to build muscle, so keeping my food intake around 2,000ish calories (for the days when I'm working out) seems right.

SELF CARE

By the way, when I was at the grocery store, I ended up picking up a bag of Dr. Teal’s Pink Himalayan Mineral Soak. I’ve been getting more into taking baths lately, and this looked like something good to try. I ended up using it after my 4 hour hike, and it was ✨glorious✨. I just added in a cup and a half of the mineral soak into my running bath water, and the instant I stepped in, it felt like my aches were just getting soothed away. The mineral soak has epsom salt in it, which I assume was what made the difference. And it must have really helped because my legs didn’t even feel particularly sore the next day, despite the fact that I’m really not used to hiking for that long. So, mineral soaks for the win.

MEASUREMENTS

Chest: 36.5

Waist: 31

Hips: 40

Left bicep: 10.75

Right bicep: 11.25

Left thigh (3 inches down): 22

Right thigh (3 inches down): 23.5

Weight: 150.1

BMI: 24.1

Weight has technically gone down by a couple of pounds since I started weighing myself, but I don't trust it because that kind of weight fluctuation could be due to anything (hormonal weight gain/loss due to cycle fluctuation, water retention, etc.). So I'm not putting any kind of stock into the weight number until it's been several weeks and I can see the overall trend. Also, I had a fairly significant hair cut a few days ago, so that might have also played a small factor into the weight difference. Who knows.

#90 day journey #90 day challenge #clean eating #journey to healthy living #fitness journey #from 1 to 90 #90 day fitness journey

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steamishot · 1 year

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downfall - portugal

to continue the theme of crashing and burning, excessive traveling is hitting last (hopefully this is the last thing lol). we got round trip air france business class tickets to lisbon, with a layover in paris. we thought because we’re able to lay flat and pop a benadryl, that we’d be able to get rest and be full functioning for the trip. that was not the case. on the flight there, we were supposed to fall asleep at 6pm-12am EST... they gave us a lot of wine, so we ended up not taking benadryl. i didn’t sleep much at all.

note: there were three major points of this trip where i felt undeserving of what was in front of me. sitting in the new aircraft business seats with white french people serving me was one of those times. i felt guilty, like i didn’t work hard enough for it/didn’t deserve it, and also bad that my travels have become so excessive/extra (considering it goes against the immigrant frugal upbringing). i kept thinking about how my parents/family may never experience something as luxurious as this, and about how I started from echo park and ended up there (started from the bottom now we here lol).

we arrived at the first hotel around 12pm on wednesday. 3 of the 5 nights were booked using hyatt points so we didn’t pay out of pocket. the remaining two nights were booked via amex FHR so we got a $200 credit. the plane tickets were less than $1000 for the two of us. so, out of pocket, we really didn’t spend too much. just a lot of travel hacking.

we checked into the lumiares hotel. they gave us an incredibly nice room (free upgrade) that had two stories, a kitchenette, and two restrooms. this was the second time that i felt undeserving. like wtf. the best part was that they had free milk! got to check out lisbon a bit: monastery, belem tower, the famous egg tarts (so good), and ride a scooter around the coast.

the next day (and i couldn’t sleep that night due to jetlag, despite being up for like 24 hours), we took a 3.5 hour high speed train to porto, where we watched sharper. arrived in porto and checked in the yeatman, where they gave us two free room upgrades and we had an amazing panoramic view of the duoro river and the city. the third time I felt undeserving.

that evening, we had dinner reservations at some kind of special event hosted by the hotel (an invitation was extended to us via amex). all we knew was that it was a dinner and wine pairing type of situation that started at 7:30pm. matt and I arrived around 7:35pm and there were maybe around 15 or so other people mingling about. we were underdressed per usual and in our running shoes (our one shoe of the trip). they started us off with a cocktail and started bringing out hors d'oeuvres. this was probably the first time that I've ever had hors d'oeuvres served to me at an event while waiting for the thing to start lol. we probably had about 6-7 of these and they were all pretty fancy.

around 8 o’clock or so, they start letting us into the room and it felt very much like “the menu” situation. we were like crap, we’re gonna die tonight. the most memorable thing was the homemade bread that came out piping hot (and served alongside frothed butter) and one particular white wine that was so delicious. all the drinks were basically bottomless. people came around the table to talk about the wines. they had presentations by the CEO of the wine company etc. the whole event lasted for like 4.5 hours and it was toooo long. we snuck out around 11:30pm.

the next morning, we had to wake up at 7am to be ready for a small group tour to douro valley. I wake up feeling nauseous and threw up. thought it was a normal hangover (vomiting up the alcohol), so then I proceeded to eat breakfast. but then, I still felt nauseous and decided I couldn’t go to the tour. at 10am after getting some rest, we decided to try and still make it to douro valley. we had requested a private car tour as it was the only way... a spiffy gentleman came to pick us up in a blue Mercedes. unfortunately I was mostly sleeping/resting during the ride there, and feeling weak and groggy throughout the whole day. as part of the tour, we got to visit a winery. I was resting on the bench right before our tour started. then, when I got up, I felt nauseous and threw up again. that was my present to the winery lol. thankfully that was my last time of throwing up in the trip. it was rough, and not sure if I regret going, but douro valley was one of the main things I wanted to see so I'm glad I got to see it. we went to sleep at 9pm sharp that night and slept a good 12 hours.

Saturday was probably our most fun/chill day because we took it slow and got enough rest. we got to see a bit of porto, did a couples massage at the hotel with an amazing view of the city, got to utilize their spa/wellness center which was super nice and fun, matt got to swim in their beautiful swimming pool, and we also got Uber Eats delivery from a famous sandwich shop (tried sardine sandwiches). that evening, we had scheduled to go back to Lisbon on the high speed train. however, we learned upon arrival to the train station that the train was cancelled. they put us on the next one a little over an hour after, but it was not a high speed train. we were supposed to get back to Lisbon by 7:30pm but it ended up being 10:30pm :/ such a loooong train ride.

Sunday was Matt’s turn to get sick. it was almost the same incident on Friday with me, but with him (though he didn’t vomit). we also had a tour scheduled on this day and had to be ready by 8am. we attempted to go, but decided that we couldn’t. matt slept another 2-3 hours and then we decided to take (affordable) Ubers around to sightsee ourselves. we got to see a bit of sintra and cascais. the most impressive view for me was Cabo da roca - it was misty that day so the scenery was sublime, felt like walking into heaven. we got some food delivered to the hotel, and then passed out at 6pm because we had to wake up at 2am for a 5:30am flight. you knew we were tired cuz we’re able to pass out at 6pm.

monday “morning” we got to the airport around 3am, flew to Paris at 5:30am. then, had a lay flat seat that I actually slept on this time around. the good/bad thing about business class is that you get such nice meals but it takes a longer time to set up/eat it. was supposed to land in nyc around 2pm, but it got delayed because there was a medical emergency on board and we had to fly into Boston first. after we got to nyc, we received news that our luggages missed the flight and will be delayed. I was like gosh, too many mishaps. this is the world’s sign telling us to stop with the traveling.

i was so excited to come back home to our little quiet studio and get some rest. we ended up knocking out around 10pm or so, and i slept a good 12 hours again. for the first time, i’m sick of traveling lol. my fully WFH lifestyle + matt’s 7on/7off can be a little bit destructive if we’re not careful.

i realize that i can also be like an energizer bunny and want to gogogo (it’s the both of us). but for the next few weeks (until cape cod glamping), it’s sitting our asses at home.

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pascalpanic · 3 years

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Burning The Midnight Oil (Javier Peña x gn!Reader)

Summary: Javier has been burning the candle at both ends. He just needs some rest. Luckily, you’ve got your husband covered.

W/C: 3.4K

Warnings: oh boy um. language, non sexual nudity, brief sexual jokes/innuendo, lots of talk of sleep deprivation bc that’s a plot point here, brief mentions of alcohol and guns (maybe once each), mostly talk of food/eating, eating meat/pork (Javier does, not reader) otherwise I’d say it’s fluffy for the most part

A/N: ☄️ anon, god bless your soul for this idea!! I really love it so I banged it out in one night and here we are!!

You haven’t seen your husband in days. You know he’s exhausted, only ever showing up at home when you’re off at work. It’s a terrible situation, the only contact you’ve had with him being at odd hours over the phone.

The DEA has been all hands on deck this week, requiring their men to be there at all times unless they’re at home and sleeping; even then, they only get about six hours off at a time, many of them too wired to sleep. Javier only gets to come home every other day, usually during the middle of the day. He’s been staying up for a dangerous amount of time, in your opinion, leaving you just about ready to find the heads of the cartel and beat their asses yourself.

During the work week, you can’t complain. You have no right to. You knew when you and Javier had eloped and married that the man’s job was a baggage you’d be forced to carry as a couple. You normally didn’t mind, but when it goes into the weekend, that’s when you get mad. Not just that you don’t get your husband at home with you, but that he doesn’t get to be home. He deserves it. Javier hardly relaxes during the weekends, and essentially does not relax on weeknights until he’s fallen asleep with his head on your chest.

Saturday found you running errands, expecting Javier home by midday at the very latest. Returning home with a pep in your step and finding no Javier there, your mood and smile fell instantly. It’s Saturday; your husband should be home. They should be letting them go home, you thought angrily as you took your anger out by chopping the vegetables to go into your dinner. Surely Javier will be home by dinnertime.

Nothing. 6 P.M., 7 P.M., no Javier, just a dinner growing cold and your heart sinking. You knew Javier had got his break yesterday, and had been in the apartment while you worked, but a slightly rumpled bed was the only evidence he was even there.

At 8, you walk to the phone and dial the DEA office, specifically Javier’s extension.

Your husband picks up and his voice wrecks your heart. “Peña,” he mumbles, his voice crackly. It sounds like his morning grumble after a long night of sleep next to you.

“Javi,” you coo, heart breaking. “Baby, when are you coming home?”

Javier perches on the edge of his desk, phone tucked between his cheek and shoulder. “Fuck, cariño, I don’t know,” he admits, rubbing his face. “I just woke up, I got an hour nap in the break room office. We have to keep going. We’re so close, I can tell.”

You understand his desperation, but you know exactly what he looks like now, a stubble growing thanks to his time away from home, his eyes bloodshot and drooping. His hair is probably messy and his shirt is probably all wrinkly; you’re absolutely certain he’s holding a mug of the sludgy black coffee the office brews. He’s most definitely the picture of exhaustion, and even though you can’t see him, you know your husband. He is a wreck. “I can let Saturday slide, but you’re coming home tomorrow, I don’t care how long. I need to see you and you need to be taken care of.” “I’m doing just fine,” Javier shakes his head and you can hear a flick of a lighter as he’s most likely lighting a cigarette.

“You’re not, and don’t try to pull that card with me. I know you. You’re a disaster; I can tell from your voice. You haven’t eaten and you haven’t slept and you can’t deny it. I want you home as soon as you can tomorrow, you got it? Don’t you even fucking dare try it, Javier Fernando Peña.”

The full name: ouch. He sighs and exhales the cigarette smoke, then takes a sip of his coffee before answering you. “God, I fucking love you,” he chuckles softly. “Okay.”

Another sign of Javier’s exhaustion: how easily he gives in. Javier is a stubborn man, but over your years together he’s learned that you’re just as hard to budge. When both of you are set, neither of you can be moved. Your sarcasm and wit and willpower was what drew him to you in the first place; Javier could never have a compliant, submitting partner. He’d be a mess. He needs you to ground him, he knew and still knows it. It’s why you’re married now.

“I love you too, handsome. Call me before you come home, okay baby? I want to be awake for you,” you say, a soft smile on your face. Your voice is much warmer, less jagged and rough.

It’s the way you always get Javi, the thing that makes him melt the most: when you’re snapping one second and gentle the next. God, he fucking loves you. You understand him, you don’t question him when he comes home and doesn’t speak. You read him and then you hold him, and all of his fears dissipate with his calming breath. “Okay. I love you,” he repeats again, more earnest and purposeful. He wants you to know it; he worries you haven’t felt it in the past week. It’s also another sign of his exhaustion.

“I love you too, Javi,” you remind him as you chuckle and stand. “Don’t fall asleep on the job. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Javier groans and cracks his neck after hanging up, sliding the typewriter back to the beginning. Just a little longer, he tells himself, then he gets to come home to you.

The phone rings around 5 in the morning, waking you from a restless slumber. The sun is just starting to rise, making the sky lighter and colorful from its previous midnight blue. Knowing Javier would be calling, it was impossible for you to sleep fully, leaving you in a dozing state more similar to a daydream than to any form of REM.

“Hello?” You answer with a groggy voice, hoping it’s Javier. Who else could it be, at this hour on a Sunday morning?

“Hey, dulzura,” Javier sighs into the phone. “I’m packing up my shit now. We didn’t get Escobar, but we got one of his big guys late last night. They’re bringing in some Search Bloc guys and giving us tomorrow off.”

You nearly cry in relief at his words, making a noise between a sigh and a squeal, heavy and happy. Javier laughs softly at your noise of relief, allowing himself to smile. His vision is hazy from the lack of sleep, but he’ll be cognizant enough after this last cup of coffee kicks in. “Get your ass home, Javi,” you tell him with a voice just as sleepy as his own. “You got an ETA for me?”

There’s a moment of silence as he looks at his watch. “5:45.”

Your eyes haven’t even opened yet, and you finally let them as you look at the clock. That’s soon, really soon, and it makes your heart speed up a little as your body forces you awake. “Great. I’ll see you then. Drive safe. If you’re too tired-”

“Steve will not be driving,” he cuts you off with a grumble. It makes you giggle a little, his adamance that Steve could never possibly do something better than him, more competently.

“Just reminding you. I’ll see you,” you tell him and hang up before he can make another sarcastic comment.

He’s glad you hang up so fast. He doesn’t have the brain power for a classic witty retort.

Javier goes to unlock the apartment door about half an hour later, but finds that his keys aren’t necessary: you’ve left the door unlocked for him.

He’d be ashamed to admit it to anyone but you, but it really does happen: Javier’s eyes water as he walks inside to the smell of cooking, the stream of soft light through the kitchen window, the sound of soft Sunday morning music drifting from the radio.

You’re at the oven, cooking, and turn when you hear a noise, grinning to see Javier. “Hey, handsome,” you squeal and rush over, wrapping your arms around him.

Javier buries his face in your hair, throwing his arms back around you. You smell fresh and clean, so soft in the fluffy robe he bought you for your birthday a few months ago now. You’re surprised to feel warm water drip from his eyes to your neck, and you pull away with a frown, cupping his face. “Are you okay, love?” You ask, wiping the tears from his eyes.

He nods. “So tired,” he admits and swallows hard. “So glad I’m home. So lucky I have you.”

You have a feeling he doesn’t have the energy to kiss you. Instead, you press your forehead to his and squeeze him tight in your arms. “Okay. I cooked breakfast. You need it. Why don’t you go take a shower?” You ask, breaking away and rubbing his arms.

He shakes his head. “My arms feel like lead. I don’t know if I can even wash my hair,” he admits, his voice a low rumble from his chest. “Just let me sleep, baby.”

“I’ll come with you, then,” you offer, already unbuttoning his shirt and working it off of him purely for comfort. You know your way around your husband’s body by now. You could unbutton his shirts blind; in fact, you have. “Come on, cariño,” you murmur and pull him along to the bathroom by the side of an unbuttoned shirt.

Once in the bathroom, Javier blinks and squints at the bright vanity lights, overwhelmed. You turn on the shower, the bathroom filling with warmth as the water heats and steam fills the air. Even in his tired state, Javier loves to undress you. He tugs the belt from your fuzzy robe, sliding it off your shoulders and tossing it on the counter. You then strip off your respective clothes, and you’re the first to step into the stream of the warm water.

Javi doesn’t have to say anything; you can tell his thoughts from your gaze. His eyes rake your body, taking in the sight of his most beloved person on the planet in all of your naked glory. He climbs in after you, and you grab a bar of soap and get to scrubbing, covering all of Javier’s body with the cucumber-scented suds. He leans his head back against the shower wall, loving your warm hands and the hot water. If he wasn’t standing, if his back wasn’t aching so hard, he’d fall asleep here and now. He’s never been more blissful.

You rinse his body then work his shampoo into his thick hair, your fingers scratching his scalp and massaging his head. “You’re the fucking best,” Javi mumbles sleepily. You just chuckle and work the soap into his hair, stripping it of the grime and cigarette smoke of the office, until he’s wiped clean, ready to start anew.

Later, you wash yourself and let Javier enjoy the hot stream of the water. He’s so zoned out you can’t even tell if he’s awake. You have to actually check. “Javi, baby?”

“Hm?” He mumbles

“Did you fall asleep on me?” You chuckle as you turn off the shower, which makes Javier frown at the loss of warmth.

“‘Course not,” he grumbles, taking the fluffy towel from you and wiping his face.

After the two of you have dressed in fresh clothes, you sit on the edge of your bed and wait for Javier to finish. He pulls a worn t-shirt over his head, then comes and sits next to you, kissing the side of your head. “You’re so good to me,” he mumbles into your temple.

He goes to flop back but you put an arm around him, catching him. “Excuse me, Agent. I made breakfast,” you chuckle and sneak a kiss from his lips, chuckling at the way his mustache is still a little damp. “When was the last time you ate?”

Javier stares off as he considers it. It takes a while for him to respond. You nod at that. “Exactly. Come on, I made breakfast just the way you like it.”

The food is still somewhat warm when you find your way to the kitchen. Javier loves the local cuisine, always has, but something about an American breakfast makes him weak at the knees. He sits at the kitchen counter and sighs as you hand him a plate of buttered toast. “There’s your appetizer,” you chuckle and head back to the stove. Half-cooked bacon, which you turned off when he came in, sits in a pan, and you turn it back on to finish. You crack a couple of eggs into another pan, making sure they sit just right so they’re the way Javi likes them: fried. You sprinkle them with salt and pepper, humming to the radio as you cook.

The sizzling bacon makes Javier’s stomach grumble. The toast isn’t even that warm anymore, but the carby goodness fills Javi’s mouth and suddenly he’s never felt so ravenous. The two pieces of buttered toast are devoured in a heartbeat.

Bringing him a mug, you pour some coffee and his favorite creamer in. “You’d better tip me later,” you tease him with a wink as you return to the stove, flipping the bacon and putting some onto a plate.

“I will tip you anything you want, I swear,” he murmurs before sipping at the ceramic mug, the warm coffee going down like it’s the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted, warming him from the inside out. The A/C blasts in the apartment, making his dripping hair feel even colder.

In yet another pan, you start pouring the premade pancake mix you’d prepared before he got home. “All of this and the sun is barely up,” He muses, wandering to the other side of the counter and stealing a strip of bacon.

“Quit,” you whine and smack his hand, making the bacon fall back onto the plate. “Your order isn’t ready yet, sir. Stop harassing the cook.” When his arms wrap around you, your defenses fall. “Go sit down,” you say weakly as he kisses your neck.

At least he obeys. Javier sits in his chair and watches you intently, downing his coffee in a short amount of time.

Finally, the feast all comes together, and you present it to Javier on a large plate: bacon, fried eggs, fruit (which you know he won’t eat, but it’s worth a shot), and heart-shaped pancakes. “I wanted to make a pistol, but I’m not super artistic,” you chuckle as you refer to the fluffy cakes on the plate.

Javier shakes his head but smiles. “Thank you, dulzura,” he manages out before he digs in, devouring the plate at a breakneck speed. You’re content to watch, standing across from him. You go to refill his coffee and come back to find the pancakes completely gone.

It doesn’t take much time at all before the plate is wiped clean, the entire thing in Javier’s stomach. Food has never been the biggest concern for him; he skips meals often for work, and you suspect he hasn’t done much more than snack here or there over the past week. His eyes droop even further now that he has a full stomach, and it warms your heart. You’ve got your husband cleaned and fed; now all you need is one last step before you have your beloved Javi back.

“Alright, handsome,” you smile as you drape your arms across his shoulders. “Nap time.”

He can’t deny that. He stands, letting your arms fall off his shoulders. He pulls you around to his front and wraps his arms around you; you know what comes next in this routine. Your feet slide on top of his and Javier walks the two of you to the bedroom, you backwards and being led by him. Javier is not an overly affectionate man: kisses and sex, primarily, hugs if one of you really needs it. This is his one little act he insists on, since you don’t let him carry you.

As you waddle along, you kiss along Javier’s jaw, giving him all of the affection he missed out on in the past week. When you finally enter your bedroom, you stop as you feel the backs of your calves against the bed. You know this routine all too well. It’s usually reserved for when Javier can’t get his hands off of you, when you desperately need him on top of you, surrounding you, kissing your neck. “Wait,” you murmur and step off of his feet, going to pull back the covers.

You return to the end of the bed, standing on top of his feet again. “There,” you say with a grin, and Javi has no choice but to grin back then kiss you. “Okay, continue.”

Then your routine resumes: you fall backwards onto the bed and Javier falls on top of you. You both grunt with the impact but you smile, wrapping one arm around Javi while the other grabs the sheets and blankets and pulls them over the both of you.

Javi’s cheek is nestled against your chest, listening to your heartbeat, his eyes already shut. “Real cute. Get off of me now,” you tease and nudge his side.

His body beneath yours is all he’s needed, all he’s dreamt about while half-consciously dreaming on the apartment couch. He can feel your chest rise and fall, his head going with it. “No,” he simply mutters, his face squished against the skin encasing your beating heart. “M’comftrble.”

You can’t deny him that, you chuckle, your hands reaching down to entangle your fingers in his dark brown hair, nearly black from the dampness it holds. “Fine,” you sigh, whispering the word to him. “I love you so much, Javi. Missed you. Missed my man.”

“Missed you too, dulzura,” Javi mumbles back, but it’s clear he’s almost already out.

“How long were you up, minus that nap, Javi?” You ask.

He thinks on it for a minute, and you think he might’ve fallen asleep until he responds. “36.”

“Hours?” you exclaim quietly, massaging his scalp. “Baby.”

“I know. Had’ta.”

“Well, you can sleep as long as you need to now, love,” you murmur and kiss his forehead. He makes a soft noise of disapproval. “Just a nap. Wake me in like an hour.”

“Okay,” you lie, knowing you’ll let him sleep as long as his body needs it. “Rest now, baby.”

Javier nods and you exhale deeply, holding his head to your chest. He’s back now, your husband, and you know he’s safe, know he’s healthy and well taken-care of: you did it yourself. His breathing slows. You can feel it against your chest, the way the steady rise and fall becomes slower and slower and you know you’ve won when you hear a soft snore, his parted lips smashed against your chest.

You stay like that for a while, Javier lying on top of you and resting. It’s a comfort to have him pressed against you, to feel your husband’s body and know that he’s here. It’s even better to know he’s resting well, deeply, from the way he slumbers against your body. You intermittently kiss his head, continuing to rub his head in hopes it’ll loosen the tension he’ll surely have when he wakes.

About an hour passes, and you find yourself drowsier and drowsier as the sun rises higher and higher in the sky. Scooting out from beneath Javier, you replace your chest with a pillow to support his face. Rolling him slightly to the side, you cuddle in behind him and spoon him, your arms around him.

The quiet Sunday morning is all too perfect. You drift off too, then wake up an hour or two later and proceed about your household chores. You burn some pretty candles, clean, listen to the radio.

Javier doesn’t wake until 10 P.M. that night, 15 hours after he fell asleep.

Some nap.

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Hader is so out of her fucking league, it’s ridiculous. Even if the rumors turn out to be false, this is still a fact.

I normally try to stay out of such things cause who am I to judge someone I don’t know in any significant way, but Jesus… it’s really hard to ignore some of the things he has done in his career.

On to brighter things – congrats on getting the job and now being an official lawyer in New York! What have been your three favorite things in this new life chapter so far? What’s your daily lawyer life like? Tell us all the things that make you so happy, we wanna know 🥺

thank you! i'm very excited about my job but i still very slow and baby as i learn how to do things. and i simply do not understanding billing/billable hours (but also maybe some imposter syndrome sneaking up on me)

three things i've loved so far:

the weather - i know it's cold out here but it's actually less cold than toronto which is where i'm from originally so i'm appreciative that the snow seems to just melt in less than a day LMAO

my cute little apartment! i got an amazing studio in an apartment building with great amenities AND it's rent stabilized

everything i learn at work as so interesting. lawyering is something that they don't really teach you in law school so i'm soaking up everything like a sponge. i get to work early, stay a little later in hopes that the things i do are okay and deliverable at a high standard. it's been a huge learning curve but i survived the first two weeks!

daily life is like this: i get up at 6:45-7:00am, tell my alexa "good morning" so it starts playing my pop playlist and tells me the weather for the day. i put on one of my work shirts (it's business casual at work so i usually put on a turtleneck and blazer or nice cardigan), put on my work pants (usually slacks), and then get my coffee or tea going while i go wash up in the bathroom and get ready. get everything done, brush my teeth, then i'm out the door by 7:45-7:50. it's just over half an hour downtown to my office, so i take one train (usually). when i get to work, usually around 8:00-8:30, i go to the guy who runs the breakfast cart and get a breakfast sandwich and (another) coffee. i eat one half of the sandwich, save the second half for lunch, and then i organize my emails and make my to-do list for the day.

the rest of my day is just going through all the things/matters that were assigned to me, whether that's legal research, calling opposing counsel, calling witnesses, drafting legal documents, or other things and then i email them back to my boss as i finish them. i'm still getting better at the whole organization thing and now that i know how to bill, i have to incorporate that into my cycle too.

but yeah! that's my boring life. then i leave work around 5:30 to 6:00, catch the train home, then figure out what i want to do for dinner. yesterday was fun because i had dinner with @aliciameade and we had happy hour drinks :)

then i just play video games at home until its bed time and i take my little melatonin gummies at around 10:45-11:00 and go to bed.

today i am buying plants and shoes

#ask #anonymous

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lin-nin · 3 years

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Tribulation & Tenderness - Chapter 6

Ship: Main Technoblade x Reader, some Dream x Reader

Plot: You're a princess in a Kingdom suffering a years long famine. In a desperate attempt to help your people, you accept one simple offer: Marriage to the crown prince of a neighboring kingdom. Anything to help your people survive. Surely it can't be too bad, can it?

Chapter List: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 Disclaimer: Cross-posted on Wattpad (discontinued) and Ao3. This is based off of everyone's CHARACTERS. I do not write fanfic based off the actual people.

Chapter 6: Farewell Gifts

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The morning sun had begun filling your room, sneaking through parted curtains to cover everything in a warm glow. You had been reluctant to stir, a sense of melancholy hanging around you. You knew exactly why that was. You would be leaving tomorrow morning. There was good and bad to it, you supposed. You were introduced to a taste of freedom and new possibilities that came with this marriage. Yet it still meant saying goodbye to everything you knew here.

You slowly turned over in your bed, moving out of it. Might as well start the day, though. Moping wouldn’t get too much accomplished. You padded over towards the window, peering out of it for a few moments. The sun covered the land beyond the castle in a pleasant glow. Nature carried on like nothing was going to happen, and you couldn’t help but huff. You needed to as well. Even as you looked to the horizon, wondering what it held for you. Hopefully a decent life.

You hardly thought too much as you grabbed a dress, sliding it over your body. You didn’t even know what today held for you, either. You would find out after breakfast, though. That’s usually how things went for you. Taking each day as it came. You slid on your shoes, fastening them tightly. Take today one step at a time. Tomorrow would come when it came.

The door to your room creaked quietly as you opened it, being careful to shut it softly. It clicked as it slid into pace, and you rubbed your face. Food would undoubtedly help you get in a better mood. Having your mind busy while you were on an empty stomach was hardly a good idea.

“Good, you’re awake. We’ve got a busy day ahead of us,” A voice called out. You jumped, a startled yelp escaping your lips. You covered your mouth as you sought out the voice, glaring at the owner. Dream was lounging against a wall across from you, and you reached out to shove at him playfully.

“Are you trying to make my soul leave my body?!” A laugh escaped him, though it felt almost tense. Was he still bothered by dinner last night? You didn’t care to mess with it, though. He’d likely get over himself. He usually did.

“Maybe I am. Do I get to keep you here if I do?” He mused as they walked, heading towards the dining hall once again. Like it was a normal morning. You truly wished it was, honestly. Nonetheless, you sighed, head shaking.

“You know I can’t stay, Dream. As much as you want me to. This is a matter bigger than you or I. Besides! I think it’ll be good for me, don’t you think?” You beamed over at him. It seemed like it would do you good, truthfully. It was presenting you with at least one option you had never been offered here: Training. The opportunity to fight and defend yourself. You deserved that much at least, right?

“I think it’ll be dangerous. They’ve never had a good reputation, how do I know you’ll be safe?” He threw back in rebuttal, making you sigh heavily. Always fretted over your wellbeing.

“Techno said it’s not that bad, I have no reason to not believe him.” You settled into your normal spot at the table. Breakfast was much simpler than dinner. The food was already set out, waiting to be eaten. You didn’t waste time, reaching for a few various dishes to eat.

“I beg to differ,” Dream murmured as he also sat, grabbing stuff to eat as well. You rolled your eyes, not in the mood for whatever was with him. He just didn’t like Techno, for whatever reason. Always so protective of you. Though it was reassuring in a weird way.

“Whatever you say. What have you got planned for me today?” You queried instead, eager to change the subject away from your fiancé. You really didn’t want to deal with whatever problem there was with that subject.

“Going out to the markets in town. Make sure there isn’t anything that you need before leaving. Let the people in the capital see you one last time. It’ll probably eat most of your day, though,” He said. That was fine. It sounded like a good plan. You could do with a few things from the market. A few things to remind you of home.

You nodded for a couple of heartbeats, finishing the mouthful of food in your mouth before speaking. “That sounds fine to me. I wouldn’t mind picking up a couple of things to bring along. Oh! Techno! Good morning.” The pink-haired prince had walked into the dining hall when you were speaking to Dream. He settled across from you, glancing briefly to Dream before you.

“Good morning,” he finally returned, causing you to smile. Dream practically brooded beside you as your attention shifted away from him. You just elected to ignore it for the time being. He’d probably be just fine once the both of you were in the market. You were allowed to exchange some words with Techno before heading out for the day, at least.

“Did you sleep well?” You asked, reaching for your cup with a contented hum. He nodded in response, gaze moving to Dream. You warily eyed the pair of them, trying to read whatever silent stand off they seemed to be having. Was it over the whole training thing? Either way, it was ridiculous and you did not want to deal with whatever tension was between them.

Clearing your throat, you attempted conversation once more with a soft, “Did you finish your books?” Techno’s gaze quickly pivoted back to you, seeming to forget about Dream for a few minutes. Good.

“Most of them. I couldn’t finish the last one before I needed to sleep,” He replied. You nodded in acknowledgment. That was impressive, though. It did make you wonder how much he slept. Not like you could tell. Not with that mask on his face.

“Well, you can finish that one today. Dream and I are going out to the market to pick up some things before I leave. I’ll probably spend time with my family after dinner,” You explained. You wiped at your hands, turning to look at Dream and offering him a smile.

“We’ll have plenty of time to talk starting tomorrow,” Techno mused. There was something almost smug in his voice, and you could hear Dream huff beside you. What the hell had happened with them? You weren’t given much time to ponder, as Dream stood up and held a hand towards you.

“Ready?” He asked, and you nodded slightly. You eyed his hand for a few moments, debating on if you should take it. You ultimately did, allowing him to pull you up. You waved towards Techno, offering him a smile. Even as you were nearly hauled away by Dream, you could hear that huff of his that signified laughter. He met your wave with a shake of his head, returning the action all the same.

You were content, despite how quickly Dream was walking. The interactions with Techno were pleasant, and increasingly less awkward. You caught up with Dream, letting go of his hand as you did. “Alright, do you have any specific plans on where to visit?” You questioned, forcing him to slow down.

“Not exactly. I figure we can just walk through the market, see what catches your eye,” He mumbled. You nodded along, finding it fair enough. You didn’t entirely know what you were looking for. So, for that reason, browsing around didn't seem too bad of an idea.

The walk wasn't too long. Slowly the calm path towards the castle morphed into busy streets, teeming with life. The heart of the capital was alive with noise, vendors in their stalls calling to people in the streets. The smell of various foods wafted in the air around you as you walked, a certain type of happiness settling in your chest. It was easy to forget the melancholy that hung around the castle while you were here.

It wasn't too long of wandering before you were noticed. Vendors would excitedly call to you, trying to get you to buy some of their wares. You did always look, complimenting whatever they were selling half the time. From one stand, you purchased a trinket box, the metal heavy in your hands. The sun caught onto the ornate lid, causing the jewels set into it to sparkle. The sides were less flashy, but still well made, with roses carved into the side. It spoke to you, practically, reminding you warmly of the kingdom you were going to leave.

As you continued your trek, an older voice called to you with urgency, a soft, "Princess! Come, come!" An older man beckoned to you, age wearing down his face and hands. You didn't even need to think twice, walking towards him with Dream in tow. The man behind you was busying himself with a stuffed bun he had bought, seemingly content to just follow you. The old man smiled as you walked over, looking down to his wares.

Knives and daggers covered the majority of the surface, though there was an occasional sword or bundle of arrows. The handles had intricate designs carved into the leather, though the blades were no less sharp or decorated. "I hear you're going on a dangerous journey soon," The man's voice interrupted you. You moved your attention to his face, meeting his gaze calmly.

"It's really not as dangerous as everyone is making it seem," You explained, offering a smile. The man just laughed, shaking his head at you.

"Off, alone, with a man too afraid to show his face and hides behind the face of a beast. If he is comfortable wearing the face of a beast, surely he is one himself." There was an edge to his voice and you could only sigh. Gossip from servants traveled fast, and it seemed stories of Techno's appearance had already reached the capital. You didn't care too much, though his words were minutely unsettling.

"You need to protect yourself from him. I have the perfect thing for you- free of charge. We can't have you getting hurt in enemy territory." He explained, rustling around to pick up one of the daggers. You were tempted to protest the price, surely not wanting to take from him. It wasn't right. Even if he did offer. Yet you could tell he wouldn't accept a single coin you gave him.

He presented the dagger to you for inspection, which you did humor. It was a pretty dagger, a dark leather grip with flowers sitting amongst vines of thorns. The cross guard was simple, curved, with a flower sitting in the middle of either side. The pommel similarly matched, while the thorned vines crawled down onto the design in the metal. It felt perfect in your hands, and you could have sworn the man had made it just for you.

You looked up to him, his dark eyes twinkling with something you couldn't place. "It's beautiful, thank you," You murmured your thanks. Any thought of rejecting it had left you the moment the leather fell to your hand. He seemed delighted by this, reaching to take it back to put it in a sheath. The sheath was put into a belt before being handed off to you.

"Keep yourself safe, little one," he told you. You nodded, fingers running along the leathed of the belt. You didn't really wear belts, so it felt almost foreign in your grip.

"Here," Dream interrupted, picking up the belt. He didn't waste time in fastening it around your waist, the dagger comfortably sitting against your hip. It was positioned so that your dominant hand could grab the dagger easily, should you need it.

"I thought you didn't want me to have weapons," You grumbled. Dream was silent as he resumed his earlier position, walking with you once more. With each step, the dagger hit your hip. It was a foreign feeling, but not an unwelcome one.

"I don't, but I don't trust Technoblade. A dagger is straightforward enough to use. Even you can't fuck it up." He sounded bitter at the mention of Techno, but seemed to divert it to light hearted teasing. You huffed, rolling your eyes.

"Maybe I'll try it on you first." You shoved him with your shoulder, unable to hide your laugh at his affronted gasp.

"You wouldn’t!" His exclamation was followed by a laugh, and you couldn’t help but smile. He was one of the things you would miss.

The sun climbed even higher into the sky as the pair of you walked, with you buying a few trinkets. You bought a few pieces of jewelry from various vendors, too fond of their work to part with it. Who knew when you would be given the chance to visit this market again. You and Dream had stopped by a small bakery to eat lunch, listening to the tales around you and watching the streets.

It was only when the sun was falling, and the daytime vendors began to pack up, that you started your way back. Dinner time would be soon. As the streets emptied, the activity dwindling down, you felt the melancholy creep back over you once more.

"I got you something," Dream finally interrupted, causing you to look up at him. Your eyebrows knitted for a moment, trying to remember when he had snuck off to get it. Or maybe he had brought it with him.

"You did?" You asked, pausing in the street.

"I got it earlier this week, but today seemed a good time to give it to you," He explained, rustling around for a few moments. He grasped a small bag, pulling it out and untying it. He didn't look directly at you as he pulled out the piece inside, instead focused solely on it.

It was a necklace- a very extravagant one at that. You don't think you'd ever had one like it. Multiple strands of beads connected three large jewels together, with charms comprised of smaller jewels in the shape of roses dangling from it intermittently. The light caught the yellow jewels, though red tinged the outside of them. It was always roses, wasn't it? It always had been.

In the very middle sat a metal plate, carved with the image of a picked rose with its thorns clipped. It was pretty. You couldn’t even imagine how much it cost. "Thank you, Dream. You didn’t have to get me something like this," You had started. He huffed in response, moving behind you to drape it around your neck.

"I know, but I wanted to. I hope whenever you wear it you think of me," he mumbled as he fastened it, the comfortable weight settling against your neck. You touched it, smiling softly.

"I will, Dream. Don't make me cry, though. There's too much left to do today." You knew you would be a mess by the end of the night. After all, this was your family you were leaving. It was going to sting just a little.

The walk back to the castle was relatively silent. Dream was thinking about something, but you didn't press. You weren't sure you could handle it right now. Once you had returned and eaten dinner, it was time to spend time with your family. Which, truthfully, you were glad to. Dream didn't protest on going home, though he did send a final accusatory glance at Techno as he left.

The prince didn't linger after dinner, simply bidding you a good night as he went to retire to his own rooms. You were fine with that, though. It let you put your whole concentration on your family as the four of you sat in one of the rooms. You all spoke fondly of everything you could think of. All of you were almost reluctant to say goodnight.

"I can't believe my baby is leaving tomorrow," Your mom finally broached the topic. You offered a sad smile, moving to hug her.

"I'll always write to you," you whispered, face nestled into her neck. She didn't say anything for a long while, just holding you there. You didn't complain, letting her do so. As she pulled back after she seemed ready, she reached for the blanket that had been sat in her lap.

"This was my great grandmother's, and has been passed down to the eldest daughter of everyone in our family. It's your turn to take it," She murmured, handing it to you. The weave was heavy, the red fabric carefully twined with golden accents. You could tell it was old, but you were extremely glad to have it.

"Thank you, I'll cherish it. Should I have any daughters, I'll give it to them as well." It was unknown if you would have children. It depended on how the marriage required itself to be upheld. Your gaze turned to your dad next.

"You always were getting into trouble and going on adventures. Don't get into too much trouble over there, okay?" He murmured affectionately, offering you a hug. This one wasn't nearly as long as your mother's, but that was fine. He wasn't as attached as your mother, nor as affectionate, so the hug meant the world to you.

You had nodded, not trusting your words right now. This was the worst part. Leaving. The goodbyes. Even harder was turning to George, who stared at you with an almost sad smile. "I'm going to miss you. Who else am I going to walk through the gardens with now?" He asked, causing you to give a watery laugh. You imagined he would make do.

"You always did love the gardens, so here's a piece of home. Only some light reading." He extended a hand, holding a thick book out to you. The leather cover was embossed with various flowers, and you smiled. It was a flower guide. Flowers were important to your kingdom, and though you were fond of them you never bothered to learn them. Now it was time, you supposed.

"I'll miss you, George. Try not to have too much fun without me," Your voice cracked as you spoke. He nodded, arms curling tightly around you within seconds. You sniffled, hiding against his shoulder and clinging to him. His hugs were always the best, not having them readily available to you would hurt. You didn't like it.

"Just promise me you'll write and take care of yourself." You could only nod as his voice reverberated through you. You didn't want to let go, but the seconds bled into minutes and sleep was calling you. Even as reluctant as you were, you did let go.

"I'll write to everyone. As often as I can," You said. You choked a little, refusing to say goodbye. Even as you walked with George to your room, you couldn't bring yourself to say the word. Maybe tomorrow would be better. Next Chapter | >

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The Home I Crave - Chapter 8

Title: The Home I Crave

Genre: Fanfiction

Pairing: Tobirama Senju x reader

Rating: teen and up

Word count: 2769

Chapter: 8/?

Symbols: ⭕ | ➕ | 💛 | ▶️▶️

Read the previous chapters here: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7

N. A.: I want to use a different gif so badly but I'm afraid that the change would difficult for readers to recognize my story in the tag. Maybe in the next chapters I will change it 😅

Chapter 8 - Invitation

The following days of your marriage were not so different from the first one in terms of establishing a routine and working to follow it, making the necessary adjustments along the way. You convinced yourself that focusing on this while performing your tasks as your father’s advisor was the best way to adapt to your new life.

However, you weren’t still convinced that this was enough to diminish your discomfort, specially when you were at home with your husband.

Tobirama’s routine and habits were not so difficult to understand after all: he had his time to take care of everything and never procrastinated; you soon saw that thanks to his Shadow Clones, he reached a level of competence that a normal person would take years to achieve, or never would. You were still getting used to see them around the house without getting a fright and even worked with them sometimes; they did you favors in return, such as offering you help when you had to do something outside the house or giving you valuable information to make your life easier in the village.

None of this could make you feel that it was easy to deal with the man himself, though. After trying to maintain a light conversation with him two or three times without success – if it was because of his lack of interest in this type of conversation or because you didn’t know how to start them, you couldn’t tell – you found yourself avoiding his company whenever you don’t have to work together. It wasn’t hard: you only had lunch together (Tobirama took his dinner to the office), and when one of you was at home, the other was probably in a meeting with Hashirama, so that you didn’t spend much time in each other’s company. Besides, you barely spoke between yourselves in the few times you both were at the Hokage’s office. It was true that the light mood of the older Senju brother turned things a little easier, but the weird sensation that established itself between you would come back as soon as you left his presence.

Things were even stranger at night. You rarely would go to bed at the same hour: you used to sleep earlier, and while you prepared yourself to bed you would only see Tobirama leaving his office when you went to your bedroom; most of the times, however, he even left the office at all. Sometimes you wondered if he spent the nights there, but there was this time when you woke up in the middle of the night and found the other side of the bed empty; you touched it and noticed it was cold, as if nobody laid there that night, which confirmed your suspicions.

Days have passed since you started living together, but he never took you nor made any advances towards it. Yes, you both agreed in delaying the wedding night because you were tired and weren’t comfortable – you didn’t have a single chance to talk before the ceremony, after all. But the days would come and go and almost no familiarity grew between you two: except for the forehead kiss he gave you during the ceremony, you haven’t kissed yet; you haven’t shared a hug or holding hands either. At first, you considered the possibility of taking the initiative instead of just waiting for him: with only you two living in that house, you had enough privacy; besides, just like the portrait you found at Mito’s house, the real Tobirama was indeed an attractive man. It wouldn’t be that hard to give yourself to him – but he didn’t give you any chance. You never spent much time in the same room except when you were working, and you would sleep first and not see when he’d come to bed while he would wake up and leave before you can notice.

He seemed to be fleeing from you as much you were fleeing from him now.

***

That morning in particular came quieter than you expected, even though you were already used to the silence that dominated the house whether Tobirama was with you or locked inside his office. Maybe this quietness was the reason you didn’t notice the sun was high in the sky and got late to your tasks.

You took care of yourself in a few minutes and went to check your task list: most of the things there still could be done immediately, but some of them you’d probably have to leave for the night now.

You started working as soon as you finished your breakfast and when you looked at the clock again, it was close to lunch time. You stopped what you were doing and went to the kitchen to prepare something.

Most of the times you took the initiative in doing it, both because you were used to make your own food since you started to participate in shinobi missions and because you finally found a weakness in your husband’s lifestyle: sometimes he could get so involved in his work that he would forget to eat or to send a Clone to prepare his meals, so whenever you started to cook, he would know it’s time to stop.

That day, he didn’t appear when the lunch was ready. You found that strange, but soon you were convinced that your delay could be the cause of it. You left the table organized and went to his office.

When you reached the closed door and knocked, nobody answered the call. You knocked again and the silence persisted on the other side. It was when you realized that the abnormal quietness you’ve been sensing was provoked by the absence of the Clones: you haven’t seen a single one of them since you left your bedroom.

That was unusual, you thought. Tobirama didn’t tell you he would leave home the day before, as he used to do. You turned the door handle and frowned: the door wasn’t locked. Could it be that he forgot it open or did he leave in a hurry, maybe to solve some urgent matter? You couldn’t tell.

You pushed the door and for the first time since the day he showed you the house’s rooms, you saw yourself in Tobirama’s office. It was empty as expected. You noticed the same organization and tidiness of that day as you looked around… except for a corner of the table where you saw a white sheet and ink.

You approached and immediately recognized the text of a correspondence. You started reading it without noticing what you were doing. It was a reply to a letter received recently. It wasn’t finished yet.

To the head of the … clan, Fuyuki-sama:

In the name of our Village, it is with sadness and preoccupation that I, Tobirama from the Senju clan, reply to your previous letter. The decline in your second daughter’s health is indeed a worrying matter. But as you asked in your previous letter, I kept this information out of your advisor’s knowledge until further notice. At the same time, all the support Konoha can offer you must be asked in your next letter regarding the preparations for your people’s travel…

You didn’t even touch the paper while reading it, but you stepped away from the table as if you got burned by the text. So, your husband was writing a letter for your father as a reply to a message he sent to Konoha with bad news involving your immediate family and you weren’t informed? Your sister was sick, and nothing was said to you about the nature or the gravity of her state, and not even the possibility of a delay in the travel was discussed with you, your head’s advisor? How could your father do that? That didn’t sound like him! Who could have suggested something of this kind…

- What are you doing here?

You startled when you heard his voice coming from the room’s entry, but you didn’t scream or throw weapons at him this time. Instead of the fear or shame one would feel when caught in a place they shouldn’t be at, you only felt a growing anger.

- Me? I am the one who should be asking – you grabbed the sheet and shook it in your hand for him to see – What are you doing here?

Tobirama didn’t need an explanation to understand what you meant. You didn’t see a hint of embarrassment in him when you showed the letter, not even irritation: the only thing he had for you was something between tiredness and exasperation, as someone who is used to work alone and now sees themselves forced to share their methods with a new and unprepared partner.

That irritated you as nothing else did since you arrived in that place.

Still, you heard what he had to say.

- This morning, a bird with a message from your clan arrived at my office’s window when I was about to leave it. It was sent directly by your father. He said your second sister, who stood in your place after you left your compound, fell sick. He explained that this could cause a delay in the travel because she was chosen to be one of your people’s Captains thanks to her knowledge of farthest territories and he was reluctant in sending someone less experienced as a substitute.

- And what were you going to say to my father about this? – you crossed your arms to hide the trembling in your hands.

- I am going to suggest him to wait until Konoha send a team of experienced ninjas to replace her and work with your clan’s team. They are in better conditions to help your people as they approach our lands. Your sister must stay in your compound and recover.

You were forced to agree that this was the most practical solution to the problem. But you couldn’t agree with Tobirama acting all by himself without consulting you, no matter what your father asked in that letter: she was your sister, after all!

- So you were going to solve this and leave the explanations to the day when my people would arrive at the village’s gates and I start looking for my sister and can’t find her?! Isn’t it absurd to your standards?!

- This absurd, as you say, is the will of your father, y/n-san – he replied without rising his tone – I cannot disrespect it even in his absence.

- She is my sister! I have all the right to know what happens to her! – you started screaming even though it wasn’t your intention, but that was too much – Besides, my father would never ask something like that from an ally! It’s obvious that some grumpy elder suggested that to him!

You tossed the paper back on the table, but didn’t see where it fell. Apparently this attitude of yours displeased Tobirama.

- Maybe they suggested it because they knew this would be your reaction once you found out about your sister – he pointed at the place you threw the paper at; and, after a sigh – Worrying about a sibling is what any normal person would do. I know that. However, your clan sent this letter in an official envelope, so that we must reply according to its content. And the said content included this request. I could not act in contrary, whether you like it or not.

You leaned your hand on the table’s corner, your fingers tapping its surface with anger.

- And where have you been?

- I just came from the Hokage’s office – he replied without hesitation – I asked my brother to send a medical ninja to help in your sister’s treatment. He could not send one of his Wood Clones, because it would not last the whole travel, so he sent one of his apprentices.

You raised an eyebrow.

- And who I should thank for this? Him or you?

This time you sensed a sign of irritation in his manners.

- The best you can do to thank us is to put yourself together and reconsider what you already know about these type of…

- And the best you can do for us now is not speak to me like this! – your patience was now gone and you interrupted him without caring about formalities – I know about all of this better than you can suppose. I have been working on this for years. I know my clan’s head and each elder that works with him as I know myself, so I could even tell you who suggested the secrecy to my father and guess what? He’s not so different from you! That’s why you agreed with that so easily!

You walked toward the door to leave, but afraid that he would stand in your way. Fortunately, that didn’t happen.

But that didn’t mean Tobirama would let you leave without hearing a last word from him.

- You are right, y/n-san – and after seeing you turning your neck in surprise – I do not know your leader and your elders as you do. But whoever this person you talked about is, you should recognize his value in your council. Thanks to the work of people like him, the personal matters of each community member can be kept separated from the public ones, and the individual passions cannot become the cause of a clan’s ruin.

There was something different in his tone this time, though you were unable to tell what. Maybe he was really offended by what you just said, or he was speaking about an old experience with another clan. You immediately remembered what you knew about the legendary rivalry between the Senju and the Uchiha and supposed that his statement had something to do with it. Whatever the case, you wouldn’t stay to discuss it.

You were done with it.

- You have a point in this. Things would be difficult if we didn’t have anyone to guarantee that the laws are being respected. But I am not asking you to disrespect anything. I am asking you to stop underestimating me.

You turned your back without waiting for a reply and left the room. You weren’t sure of what you were going to do with those new, serious information you got by accident, but you would need time to think of something.

A time you didn’t have at that moment, because you didn’t take two steps outside the office when someone knocked on the front door. You went to answered it and found Mito Uzumaki standing on the entry. She was alone, carrying a small bag on her left hand.

You were polite, of course, but didn’t hide the fact that you weren’t expecting visitors.

- Mito-san...? How can we help you?

You must have stared at her for too long or looked too desperate, because she startled at your reception.

- You look pale, dear. Are you alright?

You shook your head, praying for her to give up on asking.

- I am. I just woke up a little late today, so I’m on a hurry with my tasks. I’m a bit tired – and standing out of the door’s way – Do you want to come in?

Mito smiled.

- No, thank you. I have my own things to take care of and besides I don’t want to bother you. I just came to make an invitation – she looked over your shoulder and raised her voice – For both of you.

You glanced behind and saw Tobirama approaching the door. When he stopped close to you, she continued:

- Hashi and I want you to join us for dinner tonight. He knows this has been a busy week for you two, but there are matters he wants to discuss and he might not find another opportunity in the next week.

This last sentence sounded peculiar to you. Hashirama might not find an opportunity to discuss something with his advisor? You looked at Mito again and read the subtle message in her eyes: Hashirama wanted to check on his brother, as much as she wanted to make sure that everything was going well with you. You didn’t know if you should silently thank her or run.

Whatever the case, the final decision ended up not being yours.

- Tell my elder brother that we accept the invitation – Tobirama’s voice was heard behind you – And thank him for us.

Mito nodded.

- I will. See you tonight.

She left in an instant, as if she didn’t want to give you a chance to change your mind.

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doctor!Jaehyun x reader // FLUFF, SMUT Summary: Who would have thought having a heart disease can make you score someone great like Jaehyun. Word Count: 4k Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, heart disease, swearing, unprotected sex, inferiority complex, broken engagement, doctor-patient romantic relationship Note: -idk if a doctor and patient relationship is legal? or like allowed, if not well this is only a fic -IDK WHAT ELSE TO NOTE HEHE ENJOY?

Ever since you were a little girl, you’ve always dreamt about having a strong heart and be able to do anything and everything you want. Having a heart disease didn’t stopped you from living a beautiful and wild life, you just have to live careful and stay alive so you won’t put yourself in a serious condition. You finished studying, have a stable career, and you’re living a happily in life.

Monthly check up is normal for someone who has heart disease and growing up, you only had one doctor who takes care of you and that is Dr. Jung Hae in. He’s been your doctor for over 20 years and he never fails to take care of you. Today, he told you he will hand over you to his son because he will finally retire.

“Y/n, I’d like you to meet my son Dr. Jaehyun. From now on he will be the one taking care of you” Doctor Jaehyun offered a hand for you to shake and gave you a dimpled smile. “You’re in good hands” he said. Little did you know that your new doctor will someday change your life in a different way.

Nothing special happened during the check up, your new doctor seems to know everything about your condition from how you’re supposed to be taken care of to the future things you need to do to live a much healthier life. “If anything goes wrong, I’m the one in charge to operate you” he said as he bid you good bye and thanked you for your time.

Later that day you had plans with your friends at your favorite bar. A normal Friday night spending the whole time laughing, dancing and watching your friends get drunk. You were waiting for the bartender to notice you when a man spoke to you from behind.

“I thought I said strictly no alcoholic beverages?” you turned your back to see who it is.

“Oh my g- Doctor Jaehyun! Sorry,” you were nervous but happy to see him, you don’t know why you feel this way. “I’m having freshly squeezed orange juice, don’t worry” you explained and invited him to sit on the stool beside you.

Ditching your friends to keep him company, doctor Jaehyun is actually fun to be with. Interesting stories just keeps piling up and no one bothers to look at the time as you two continue talking. Jaehyun is on his seventh scotch and you noticed he handles his alcohol very well, while you on the other is on your fourth glass of orange juice. He was telling you how he managed to pass some of his subjects during med school by sleeping with some of his females professors and they grade him based on his performance in bed. That story made you laughed so hard you forgot who you’re talking to.

“How about you? Tell me something I don’t know, something crazy about you” he challenged. Choosing from a bunch of crazy stuff you could tell him, you picked the most shocking one to beat his story.

“Uhm- I’m engaged…” the moment you told him that he almost choke on what he was drinking and asked the bartender for a glass of water. “Oh, Doctor are you okay?” you worriedly asked patting his back and caressing it while you watch him cough. You don’t know but your touch gave him goosebumps and tingles.

“Sorry I was just shocked- totally unexpected” he said. “Please, call me Jaehyun. I’m not your doctor right now” he said, asking for the bartender another glass of scotch and an orange juice for you.

“But aren’t doctors always on call? Like 24/7?” you asked, trying to avoid the topic of you being engaged.

“If you collapse right now, I’ll transform as your doctor. But for now please, give me a break” you both let out a laugh because of what he said. “So are you happily engaged?” just as you thought you already avoided that topic, he’s bringing it up again.

“Uhh” you let out an awkward laugh, “I broke it off” Jaehyun apologised for prying but deep inside he’s happy he’s not flirting to someone married or at least going to be. You told him it was because your ex fiancé is emotionally unstable so you both have no other choice to break the engagement. “Johnny is a great guy, he’s just too much sometimes” you ended the story with a light note.

The night continued to be more interesting and you both talked about other stuff, knowing each other more but not like a patient-doctor kind of relationship. He was completely growing a huge crush on you and he was confident about it, telling you how much you look beautiful in that dress, how you look hot and cute at the same time whenever you smile. Hearing it from Jaehyun makes you blush like crazy.

You noticed how handsome he is while drinking his scotch and those two loose buttons from his shirt just makes him even more hotter. He noticed how you looked at him, and flashed a dimpled smile at you. To your surprise he came closer to you, his hot breath touching your exposed neck. “Stop fucking me with your eyes. Are you still a virgin?”

The question made you stare at him a little longer, completely startled by his behaviour. Normally if a guy hits on you like this you always know what to say and not to say. But when it comes to Jaehyun, you’re speechless.

“My place is not far from here”

Hesitating but you let him bring you to his place. You were not planning to fuck your doctor but you’re not immune to his incredible charms. The sexual tension was building up fast while you two were walking to his apartment, and when you’re finally alone with him his lips crashed to yours and you kissed him back without having second thoughts.

Jaehyun was not rushing you to take off your clothes or anything, but you can feel his need by the way he kiss you passionately, how his hands were gentle when touching you and how he’s making you want just spread your legs for him. You bumped on the dinner table and sat on it, putting Jaehyun in between your legs. His lips were busy kissing you wherever he wants while your hands were busy taking off his pants and palming his hardening cock.

Now that his pants are already discarded he removed his shirt, and lifts your dress throwing it on the floor. Looking at your clothed boobs as he hooks his fingers on your panties taking it off slowly, you unclasp your bra and throw it to Jaehyun, making him giggle and admire your naked body for a minute.

“First time having sex on a dinner table?” he whispers beside your ear before spreading your legs wider and caress your inner thighs making your pussy tingle and want for his fingers inside you. You moan and roll your head back, enjoying the way he teases you.

The moment was completely ruined when his work phone rang like crazy, “fuck” he said completely annoyed and frustrated. He answers the phone in front of you, keeping you close to him so you won’t feel cold. Seeing Jaehyun completely naked in between your legs while talking to someone on his phone will forever be engraved in your mind.

He ended the call and lowered his head. “I’m so sorry” he exhales sharply, “duty calls. I’m needed at the hospital- fuck. I’m really sorry” he embraced you and kissed you too many times on your cheeks, apologising for the unexpected call from work which perfectly ruined your night. “It’s okay, I understand. Some other time, yeah?” he nods his head and helped you go down from the dinner table.

After that fateful night you two were working your asses off at your jobs, completely missing each other but can’t make time because of the busy schedules. Jaehyun texts you everyday, sending sweet reminders that made you blush and smile out of nowhere your friends are already suspecting you have someone new. At night you feel like a horny teenager sexting someone before you go to sleep, sometimes when Jaehyun isn’t tired from hospital duty he will call you and talk to you until someone passes out.

It’s been two weeks since you last saw Jaehyun and you can’t believe work is being a bitch to the both of you. Today, you have a big wedding to take care of and Jaehyun has a doctors conference.

6:00 am Jaehyun: Good morning beautiful. 7:13 am Jaehyun: Doctors conferences are boring. Did you eat breakfast? Don’t skip breakfast, doctor’s orders. ;) 7:30 am Jaehyun: Drinking orange juice right now and thought of you. 8:30 am You: Sorry I was busy. I miss you too, now let me work. :*

5:45 PM Jaehyun: I just met a total of 64 doctors. Dad has been introducing me around, showing me off like crazy. 6:23 pm You: He’s just proud you took after him.

7:22 pm Jaehyun: I miss your lips.

7:22 pm Jaehyun: I’m done for the day, can I see you now? I can pick you up from work.

7:30 pm You: Done for the day too, just saying good bye to the guests. I’m at the La Vien Rose Hotel, be done by 8. Finally, I’m going to see your handsome face again.

7:31 pm Jaehyun: I’m standing right behind you.

Before you could even turn around, Jaehyun hugged you from behind. Good thing you’re already alone and the guests are far gone. “Hey, sexy” he whispered and twirled you to face him admiring how good you look tonight.

“This whole time you’re at the conference from the other event room?” you said as you embrace him back, feeling happy to see him.

“I have a room here- uh, you want to order room service? Have dinner with me?” he gave you a dimpled smile followed by a wink that you already knew what it’s for. He brought you to his suite that’s big enough for one person, and has the greatest view of the city.

You two sat on the carpeted floor as he reach in for your feet and removes your three inch heels and massage it. “So good” you groaned while watching him, “How’s your day?” you asked and made him stop so you can lay on his lap. Sipping from his glass of wine, he shook his head before answering you.

“Besides missing you like crazy, it felt like shit meeting all those doctors today” he exhales sharply and downs his wine drinking until the last drop. “just family pressure and social pressure from being the last Jung to finish med school since I’m the youngest. They expect so much from me”

You sat up and provided comfort immediately, caressing his arms to let him know that you’re all ears and ready to listen. “They basically dragged me to med school. That’s a family secret. Everyone from my grandfather, parents, cousins and siblings called me a disgrace when I voiced out that I wanted to pursue music”

Theres a moment of comfort silence after he told you the whole story, hearing it from Jaehyun just makes it even more heavy and quite frankly you don’t know how to make him feel better. Good thing Jaehyun knew exactly what to do, “Anyway, it’s too early for you to know this side of me. Let’s just enjoy the night, come on. Were finally together” he reached in for a kiss that you gladly gave and it completely changes the mood.

You watch the city lights flicker as Jaehyun gets another bottle of wine and pour you a glass. He turns off the lights so you could enjoy the view and stood behind you to look at the nice view together. For a moment it was cold and quiet, clearly you’re both tired from today’s events. Until his soft lips touches your exposed neck, suddenly you feel the heat around your body slowly spreading making your head light letting it fall back so Jaehyun can kiss your neck better.

“We’re finally going to have sex tonight” just the thought of it plus Jaehyun’s soft voice gives you shiver. Wine long forgotten, he slowly motions you to the side of the bed keeping you close like he normally does. Slowly unzips your dress letting it fall down leaving you in your matching sexy underwear. You unbutton his blue dress shirt smoothly and admire his perfect body for a second, taking time to digest what’s about to happen tonight.

Doctor Jung Jaehyun is going to have sex with you.

Seeing him on top of you wearing a Calvin Klein boxer briefs is something you only imagine as you masturbate at night while sexting him. And seeing him remove it in front of you can make you cum then and there. Jaehyun is finally in between your legs removing your bra and laced panties, feeling his soft finger tips brush on your thighs. “Want to pump my cock?” he asked with a smirk.

You sat up, pumped his cock until it’s hard, licked it until you’re satisfied and sucked it until you hear Jaehyun’s moans and sharp gasps. Jaehyun’s cock is thick and long, and you’re almost afraid it wouldn’t fit you. “I’m gonna cum” he warns you as you stop him from pulling away as you swallow his cum.

His knees are weak and his body is shivering, seeing him cum in front of you afor the first time makes you extra horny. Jaehyun pushed you on the mattress and grabs both of your legs, spreading them wide before he blows hot air on your cunt and kiss it. A peck that’s so soft you asked for another one. The second contact of his lips on your cunt was not a soft kiss, but a long slow lick that made your eyes close and close your legs.

“Open” he said sternly, of course you followed.

He continues to lick your cunt as you grind your pussy slowly. “Fuck Jaehyun, spit on it” and he did, seeing him spit on your pussy makes you spread your legs wider. Jaehyun stopped and kneeled in front of you as he pumps his hard cock again. Leaning down to you for a kiss as he lines his cock on your cunt, he winked at you before he pushes in. Automatically your arms swing fast around his neck as he goes in slowly, rocking his hips back and forth according to your liking.

It feels so good for Jaehyun all he can do now is continue thrusting slow, furrow his brows and let out beautiful moans. You noticed how he was biting his lip while he fucks you slow, looking so handsome. “Stop biting you lips- you look fucking hot Jae” he giggle and kissed you on your neck, his cold fingertips brushing softly on your nipples which you really love. Making you smile every time he pinch one, “Feels good?” he managed to ask while increasing his pace, you can only nod as you look directly in his eyes enjoying every thrust. You feel your heart beat faster because he looks so handsome fucking you like this.

He puts his right thumb on your clit making you moan and roll your head back. “Don’t do that” you said, trying so hard not to cum yet. “Hmm? What if I want to?” he said as he continues what he’s doing but this time your lips to lips, kissing softly while he fucks you faster and thumbs your clit. Perfect, just where you want it to be. Every moan, hard groan, curse and whine is just between your mouths and bodies, he thrusts faster you’re sure the bed is making a sound. Holding tight on his shoulders, leaving marks on it as your long nails digs deep. Long moans and sharp gasps as you cum hard while he continues fucking you and catch his own release.

While you both ride your high, he’s kissing your naked body as you shiver, still sensitive from your orgasm. Oh how his lips feels so good against your skin. “Sleep with me tonight” Jaehyun offers while he’s busy kissing your shoulders sweetly. You nod weakly as he lay beside you, covering you with the thick duvet. Arms around each other he stare at the ceiling while you listen to his heart beat.

“Can I be honest?” he said, making you turn your head to face his handsome face. His heart skipped a beat seeing your beautiful face, freshly fucked but nervous about what he’s going to say.

“Of course” you said, pushing his hair away from his face and came in closer to him.

“Since the day that I met you- or that night when we ended up naked in my apartment” you both giggled, “Since that day, I go to work feeling excited and happy and that never happened to me before” Jaehyun pinched your cheeks playfully, “you made me to be a better doctor”

Happy to hear that from Jaehyun, you can’t exactly hide your blush from him. “Is that a blush I see, hmm?” he reached for you and gave you a peck on the lips, “If you give me a chance, I’ll show you what true love really feels like. No more toxic relationships, no more broken engagement, just a happy relationship that you deserve”

“I didn’t know that having a heart disease can get me a man like you”

“I’ll make you happy” Jaehyun whispers sweetly.

“You will?” you whisper back, giggling like a little girl while you lean forward and kiss him passionately.

“Mhmm. Fuck your heart disease, you have my heart”

Your relationship with Jaehyun was too good to be true. He’s like a prince from a movie who made all of your fantasies came true, including the kinky ones. Feeling the love that even your ex fiancé and boyfriend for six years never made you feel. It almost scares you everyday that maybe you’re just dreaming and one day you’ll wake up and find out that Jaehyun is just your doctor and no one special. But everyday he proves to you that everything that’s happening right now is real and that you’re not dreaming.

Jaehyun became really strict when it comes to your health and you sometimes fight with him because he’s being too much. “Hey, I’m doing this so I can grow old with you” he always sweet talks you to make you follow everything he says, which always works. He always treats you right, whenever and however he can making you feel loved everyday in his own way. Sending you flowers at work, making you breakfast whenever you sleep over his apartment or by simply saying ‘i love you’ in the sweetest and cutest way possible.

That’s Jaehyun as your boyfriend.

Today is your first anniversary and you both decided to stay in Jaehyun’s place and enjoy quality time together. He made you cut the vegetables he needed while he works on other meals. Not stopping himself from whispering something sweet behind your ear like, “I might get used to seeing you around my kitchen” or something like, “I never thought seeing you mince garlic and onion can make me horny”

The afternoon was fun as you two eat lunch together at the kitchen counter, not bothering setting the table anymore. “Jung Jaehyun what else are you good at?” you asked, definitely amazed by his cooking skills. You knew that he’s a great doctor and that he’s incredibly great in bed, but you never knew about his cooking skills.

“Well, I can sing and play piano. That’s the last skill that you haven’t seen yet” he said, making you eat a spoonful of pasta and left a kiss on your temple and proceeds to wash the dishes.

“I’ve been loving you for a whole year and you never let me hear you sing? Do you want me to get mad?” you hugged him from behind while he’s busy washing dishes, thanking him for making a great meal for your anniversary.

Settling with a bottle of wine as you two sat in his living room to exchange anniversary gifts, you’re nervous about what he’s going to react about your gift. You hand him the box that’s decently heavy and shakes it trying to guess it before he opens it.

“A watch”

“What! How did you know it’s a watch?” you’re completely surprised he guessed it right.

“I know you” he let out a laugh and opens the box. To his surprise it’s not just any watch, it’s the Rolex watch he’s been eyeing and for some unknown reason, he’s stopping himself from buying it. So you bought if for him. “You don’t know how happy I am, to receive this. Thank you” he gave you a kiss and stood up to get his gift.

Excited and bit nervous, you wish he doesn’t propose because you’re not yet ready for that. When Jaehyun came back with a small box, it made you frown. “What’s with the frown?” Jaehyun worriedly asked.

“Jae, I hope you know that I love you and you changed my life quite literally and I’m thankful for that. We’re incredibly happy right now and don’t get me wrong, but I’m not ready to be engaged again”

“Thank you for your wonderful speech, I love you too. But baby, I’m not proposing- Well, of course someday I will, but not today” he let out a small laugh and hands you the box.

“What’s this key for?”

He’s waiting for you to figure it out on your own, “is this a key to this apartment?” you guessed, and he shook his head with a teasing smile.

“I bought us a house… that costs this watch that you gave me” that’s what stopping him from buying it, you thought. “This is not a proposal but, move in with me? So I can see you around the kitchen more, sing you to sleep, wake you up with kisses and my morning breath?” you nod your head with a big smile on your face as you came in closer to kiss him. And your answer made Jaehyun smile from ear to ear, his eyes disappearing because of his big smile.

You feel his cold fingertips creep around your neck as he puts your hair to the side so he could kiss your neck. Making you close your eyes and forget what you were thinking just three seconds ago. You kissed him on the lips and without a warning sat on his lap. Completely leaving Jaehyun speechless but wanting for more.

“It’s only five in the afternoon” you said, still not stopping yourself from hungrily kissing Jaehyun and grinding on his lap. Removing your shirt and unclasping your bra as quick as you can, Jaehyun pulled away from the kiss making you stop everything you’re doing.

“Slow down, please. You want a visit to the emergency room?” He never fails to make you calm. Jaehyun kisses you again setting a slow pace as he carries you to his room and lay you down gently in his bed. Putting you beneath him, slowly kissing you with all the love that he feels for you.

“When can I see our house?” you said, he stopped and giggle like a little boy on top of your exposed breast. A sharp gasp escaped from your mouth the moment his lips touch the valley between your boobs, kissing your left boob like how he usually does.

“How about we finish what we started and talk after, hmm?” He intertwines his fingers with yours as you nod and start kissing him again. Diving to love never felt so good you feel like you’re going to explode any minute.

Both hands are busy getting each other naked, lips never stopped kissing. Jaehyun loves how he can kiss you while kneading your boobs. Legs automatically spread to put Jaehyun in between, slowly kissing you down to your stomach and sweetly kissing your lower abdomen. “Ready?” He asked with an airy tone that calms you. You nod with a smile as he proceeds to lick your cunt slowly, kissing it like it was your mouth, trying not to close your legs and crush Jaehyun’s head.

Jaehyun noticed your legs were already shivering from overstimulation, you try so hard not to cum again. He stopped licking your cunt and start caressing your thighs, “Okay, calm down” he giggle as he kiss your lips again, letting you taste a little bit of yourself. Pumping his cock before lining it to your cunt, he whispered “Can I kiss you while fucking you?” that sent tingles to your spine, you kissed him as your answer earning a sweet smile from Jaehyun in between kisses. You feel him push inside you slowly but you’re distracted with his soft lips that never left you.

He always kiss away the hurt from the stretch of his cock, happy to see you smile while he thrust inside you. In and out. “You look beautiful with that smile” with short breaths he tried to compliment you still. Thrusting deep inside you, you grab the sheets when his thumb plays with your clit making you catch every thrust he gives.

With all your strength you switch positions with Jaehyun so you could see him enjoy the pleasure. You made him grab your ass, and he smacks your left butt cheek the sting didn’t hurt at all but rather it made you horny even more. Hands on top of his chest, you lean down to kiss him hungrily as you move your hips up and down on his cock.

Jaehyun is a mess beneath you now, his moans are a little high, gasp sharper and quicker than ever. Hands gripping your thighs telling you how good you feel around his cock. “Hmm? Really? Kiss me when you cum” you said as you feel his cock twitch inside you, playing with his right nipples to put him on edge.

Jaehyun grab you to the neck as he switch positions again, and thrust inside you hard as he cums inside you. His thrust were not gentle at all, they were sharp and fast you almost fell from the bed. He kiss your lips with open mouth, exchanging spits and bitting your lips as he shivers on top of you.

Still thrusting inside you, his pace became slow like the rhythm of his breath. Forehead to forehead he smiled sweetly to you before removing his cock and replacing it with his middle finger. “Now it’s your time to kiss me when you cum” he whispers while kissing you neck, your hips already long for movement and friction.

In between your legs, Jaehyun kneels to see you how fucked up you are right now. Holding your legs with his free hand so you couldn’t close your legs, caressing your thighs to send you on edge. You look him in the eye as you grip both of your boobs and enjoy what he’s doing to you. Not long after you put your thumb in his mouth feeling his tongue swirl, you feel your orgasm ball up in your lower abdomen making you breath sharp and ask for Jaehyun’s lips already.

But he refused. He made you want for his lips and beg for a kiss as he watch you shiver from his touch. Fingers moving from the bottom of your cunt to your clit, pinching it again and again making you suffer as you cum. You wanted to close your legs so bad but you can’t, “Jaehyun what are you doing- please! Ah! I can’t take it anymore” he stopped and watched you catch your breath, curling yourself and closing your legs to stop them from shaking.

Jaehyun felt sorry and worried for overstimulating you like that. “I’m sorry, I’ll never do that again” you feel his hand caress your back, and covers your body with the thick sheets to help you stop shivering. He was about to leave and go to the bathroom to prepare a warm bath for you, but you stopped him.

With all your strength you hug from behind, kissed him on his chest, sat on his lap and cupped his face. “You’re selfish you know that? Not letting me kiss your soft lips while I cum, baby thats brutal” the pet name made his heart jump and kiss you oh so lovingly, laying you in bed slowly kissing you until your head touches the fluffy pillows.

The kiss lasted for a good twenty minutes, just feeling each other’s warmth without doing anything but say sweet nothings to each other, never ending compliments, and giggles in between kissing. You’re in love.

After taking a shower, Jaehyun got hungry again and made you a sandwich. Watching him cook and walk around his kitchen without a shirt and just wearing his sweatpants makes you bite your lower lip. “Stop fucking me with your eyes, eat” he said as he hands you a plate with the sandwich that he made. “Let’s visit the house tomorrow, then we can buy furnitures for a start” He added before taking a bite from his sandwich feeling excited about the new house, you can’t wait to decorate it and call it home already.

The day became more interesting when you started to suggest things you wanted to try. Like having sex on the tub, which Jaehyun enjoyed and asked you to make him cum three more times. He wanted to play with ice cream, so he ate ice cream on your naked body which made you even more sensitive when you cum. Trying different sex positions and discovering that fucking from behind is Jaehyun’s favorite and fucking you on the edge of the bed is your favorite.

You can’t believe that this man sleeping beside you can love you more and more each day making you fall in love over and over again. You can’t believe that in two weeks time, you will no longer miss his addicting warmth next to your body, and you can kiss him freely whenever you want even when he’s sleeping.

At 3am in the morning, he felt your lips touch his and he smiled when he saw you on top of him. Looking at the time, he let out a laugh because you’re being needy at an ungodly hour. “Want to have sex? Okay, just a minute” he said but you cut him off with a soft “no. I just want to kiss you in bed” and you smiled so sweetly while you watch him nod and close his eyes again.

................................................. Masterlist I’m planning to put more plot to this fic but I got tired. It’s suppose to be a sad ending, y/n dying in the hands of Jaehyun during an operation. If you get to this point, thank you for reading! Really means a lot! #OVERSHARING this fic is inspired by a handsome doctor that I met when I was 12 years old. We have this beach out with some of the doctors that my aunt works with and sheesh he’s hot... and he brought his pretty girlfriend with him. I was watching them swim at the pool and enjoy the sunset as they were probably making out in front of me by that time.

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Use All of Me (P.8)

Title: Use All Of Me (Part Eight) Summary: Fem!Reader x Dark Mob!Steve Rogers. The Avengers are heroes saving the world but in this AU, they are also permitted by the powers in charge to have less than favorable business underneath their guise of mere superheroes. Steve and Tony are at the helm, keeping their empire’s wealth in check, both devious and perilous if crossed. Steve takes a liking to the reader at a party and it may be her undoing to her autonomy choosing to go home with him. Words: 3,716 Warnings: Dark AF, angst, emotional/mental abuse, smut, breeding, death

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Steve had not come to bed. Your shower was slow, knowing there was nothing to rush for. You stayed in longer than necessary, basking in the warmth and taking time to lather your skin up with the soothing shower gel. More than once, your fingers fluttered over your nipples, eliciting soft sighs. You were restless and hoping the warm water would calm you down.

After getting out, you dried off, throwing on a light-yellow summer dress before using the blow dryer after.

On your way down, you checked at Steve’s study. The door was open and the room was empty. Maybe he was eating breakfast. When you walked into the kitchen, it was past 8:00am. Patricia was finishing putting away a plate of breakfast food and you apologized her. She waved you off, taking it back out of the fridge and placing it in the microwave.

“Have you seen Steve?” you asked, sitting at the island.

“He was gone when I got here, ma’am,” Patricia told you.

So, he had left before 7:00am.

When she placed the food in front of you, you smiled at her. “You used the mashed potatoes.”

“Was I not supposed to?” she asked worriedly.

You gave a quick laugh, “Yes, that was what I was hoping. I had thought I would be up earlier so I could let you know I made them last night for potato cakes in the morning. It’s like you read my mind.”

She looked pleased with this comment and nodded. “Do you want fruit?”

“Yes, please. Strawberries.”

The rest of the day was slow, you trying to focus on reading your book but your mind kept drifting back to the disappointed look on Steve’s face whenever you had made eye contact with him last night during dinner. He kept up appearances for everyone else, joining in the overzealous toast from Thor, blessing your soon to be ‘babes’ and accepting congratulations from everyone. But he had been upset with you and it had unexpectedly made you feel ashamed. You missed his touch last night.

His touch.

You imagined his hands slipping up your thighs, gently pushing your legs apart. His fingers creeping underneath your underwear, delving in—

You shook the thought from your head, trying to focus harder on the words on the page.

But—

His nose nuzzling along your abdomen, laying soft kisses as he worked—

You slammed your book close. There was no way you were going to be able to focus on this when you were getting this riled up. You were horny. That was the bottom line. You had felt it in the shower earlier and you should have given in and done it in there where it was private, and you could easily clean up.

When would Steve be home?

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His footsteps echoed through the entrance hall after the front door closed and you practically hopped off the couch to go intercept him before he could disappear into his study again. You skidded into the entrance hall, only stumbling slightly as your socks hit the marble.

Steve was already halfway up one of the staircases when he stopped and made to come back down, worry on his face seeing you stumble. He stilled when you balanced yourself.

“Be careful, Y/N,” he told you sternly. He turned to continue up the stairs.

“Wait,” you blurted, and he stopped again to look at you. “Are… are you going to talk to me?”

Steve said nothing and you were having trouble deciphering what he was feeling or thinking.

“At all?” you added quietly.

He licked his bottom lip, looking thoughtful. “Come upstairs.”

You followed him up, trying to keep a normal pace, and not see so eager. He led you to his study, closing the door behind you. You had only been in here a couple of times, avoiding it out of his request to not mess around in here. It was tidy but you knew there were things hidden; weapons and such that he did not want you to find.

Steve came to your side, peering down his nose at you. He was waiting for you to say something.

“You’re mad at me,” you finally said lamely.

“I’m disappointed,” Steve corrected. Disappointed always felt worse than angry, and you fought to keep eye contact. “I asked you specifically to be ready.”

“I was ready. I may not have done my makeup—”

“I’m not talking about that, Y/N. I meant to be with everyone. You were slaving away in the kitchen instead of spending time with everyone.”

“I’m sorry,” you said thickly.

“You made your choice.”

“I… I just wanted to cook.”

“Then cook for me. That’s completely fine. But when we are having people over, I want you to be with me. I want you to be with them. It feels like you were trying to hide yourself away.”

“I wasn’t.”

“I’m having a hard time believing you.”

You had prepared this excuse and executed the delivery perfect, “I was taught when people come to your house, you’re supposed to be a hostess. And that’s what I did.” Steve was quiet, taking that in. You shrugged, adding, “So, I’m sorry. Really.” Another pause, gauging his reaction. He was not budging, still silent. Giving a defeated sigh, you said, “I don’t want you to keep shutting me out because of it. But if you still need time, I guess I’ll just deal then.”

You took a step towards the door and Steve stopped you, pulling you back in front of him. His eyes raked over you, trying to see how genuine you were. He must have been satisfied with your answer because he said sincerely, “Thank you for explaining yourself. It gives me a better perspective.”

“Well, I would’ve last night but you left me by myself,” you muttered, eyes downcast.

“I was upset.”

“I know.”

“In the future, please, leave it to Patricia. You don’t have to wait on people hand and feet, especially pregnant. We have her for a reason. Understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good,” he said, nodding in approval. You leaned into his touch when he placed his hand on the side of your face. The corners of his lips upturned into a soft smile. “You are darling, you know that?” His eyes trailed down, eyeing the low collar of your dress, and one of his hands followed his gaze, coming to rest at your hips, the other at your cheek. You ever so slightly rolled your hips towards him at the firm grip and he murmured, “I heard your sex drive can really amp up in the second trimester.” You blushed, and he smirked, feeling the warmth he brought there. “I am sure being alone really did leave you wanting.”

He was reading you like a book.

“Would you like me to do something about it?” he asked quietly.

Your hands rested on his chest and you nodded, much to his approval. Turning, he led you a bookcase along the wall and touched a book on it and you stared in awe as it popped open; it was a hidden door. He led you through it, and it led into his walk in closet. His lips found yours again and he pressed you further into the closet, closer to the bedroom. Your foot hit the plush chaise and he noticed.

“Lay back,” he ordered, his eyes blown wide with lust.

You rested against the back and arm, settled in the pillows as he pushed your dress up. His fingers hooked underneath the band of your underwear, tearing them down your legs. He laid sloppy kisses up the inside of your thigh. Tongue flat and wide, he licked up your pussy, making you shiver. He hummed in approval the reverberations adding to the sensation. His lips trailed up onto your stomach, peppering kisses around your middle.

Sitting up quickly – causing Steve to pause, looking at you with challenge, as if he thought you were trying to stop – you tore the dress over your head, undoing your bra and tossing it aside. Steve grinned when he realized what you wanted, and he obliged. His mouth was hot and wet on your quickly hardening nipples. You were so sensitive, even more so than normal. He bit down ever so slightly, and you keened, your hands groping at his shoulders.

“My gorgeous little doll,” he growled, moving to shove his jeans down. Your hands went up his sweater and he tore that off as well.

One leg hanging off, Steve plummeted in between your legs. You moaned, your fingernails digging into his forearms planted on either side of you.

“You’ll listen when I tell you to do something?” he husked, nipping at your ear. You nodded and he nipped harder. “Say it, Y/N!”

“Yes, I’ll listen,” you gasped in response to his fingers pinching at your erect nipple. “I promise!”

Your declaration was enough to get his hips snapping, your orgasm quickly following, and him subsequently. Steve’s kisses were bruising along your jawline, savoring the taste of you as he rode out his high. Your legs still trembled as you held him close, inhaling his scent deeply.

In the moments following passion, it was easy to forget the cage he kept you in.

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A few days later, you were unable to find him inside. He had not left the house; it was the weekend. He was staying home, he had told you so. You searched the rooms for him and then spotted him out on the patio, seated at the table beneath the large cover, bent over papers. Bryce was seated a few seats away, scouring over documents as well. You thought to grab a pitcher of water and a couple glasses. You grabbed a Sprite, slipping it into the pocket of your dress before gathering everything else.

Walking out the door, the wind swept through gently, tugging at the hem of your dress.

He heard you approaching and looked over his shoulder. You held up the pitcher, cradling the glasses. “Water?” you asked him.

Steve nodded, “Yeah, that’d be perfect. You should have some too.”

“Oh, this glass is for Bryce…” you said trailing off, waiting to see his reaction.

“Well, have some when you go inside then,” Steve replied and you nodded, pouring them both a glass. Bryce thanked you when you handed it to him.

He was examining a multi-page document with upmost attention. One hand was resting on his thigh, leaning forward as he peered over the document.

Pulling the Sprite from your pocket, you asked, “What’s that?”

Steve reacted to hearing you open the pop and eyed the can in your hand. “You’re gonna need to stop drinking those. Dr. Kamal said caffeine can affect your blood pressure and that’s important to regulate during pregnancy. Plus, it might affect the babies.”

“…There’s no caffeine in Sprite, Steve,” you told him slowly.

He obviously did not know that and you informing him of that did not seem to go over well based off the way he looked at you unamused. He pressed, “Regardless, you are going to change your diet, which includes anything that has caffeine in it. And Sprite does have a lot of sugar and that can lead to more weight gain. She says here,” he gestured at the document. “You could gain up to 50 pounds. That’s a lot of stress on your body. You don’t want to be adding any more if you can help it. I’d prefer if you didn’t gain that much. It would be hard to lose it and then just gain it again for the next one.”

Next one?

“We haven’t even had the first two,” you laughed nervously.

He sat up straight, his hand leaving the paperwork. “We’ll have five or six. Like I said, it’s going to be a toll on your body.”

“No shit,” you blurted without thinking and he cocked his head, looking at you in irritation now. You cleared your throat. “Trust me, I don’t want to be gaining 50 pounds,” you told him, holding your can of Sprite a little tighter. His gaze flicked to it and you said quickly, “Can I just finish this one? Please?”

“You’re already drinking it,” Steve sighed, looking back down and turning the page. “I’ll take the rest of the case to the compound and put it in the fridge there.” Your mouth set into a thin line which went unnoticed by him. “I’m gonna have a nutritionist set up a meal plan for you and give it to Patricia.”

“Where did you get this information? Is Bryce looking at it too?”

“No, I’m looking at—” Bryce started to say but Steve cut him off, without looking up, “No, he’s not. He’s looking at a file for work.”

Continuing, Steve said, “She said to contact her if we had any follow up questions after the appointment. I didn’t think to ask because… well, you know,” he said, his eyebrows raising. Right. How you had reacted to the news. “She sent me over information about your health during pregnancy.” He met your eyes now, “And I want you to do as it says.”

“What if I get a craving? Some women start craving the hell out of pickles. Or ice cream.”

“I think you’re craving lemons.” Your brow furrowed and he asked, “Would you disagree?”

“I…” you said trailing off, thinking about it.

“Do you usually drink as much lemon water as you are? You always request them when Patricia goes for the weekly groceries and I have yet to see that citrus juicer leave the counter because you are constantly refilling your water and putting lemon in it.”

How had you not recognized that yourself? You had drunk lemon water before – but mostly at restaurants. It calmed you down when you had it.

“Apparently you didn’t notice,” Steve said, seeing the realization on your face. “Just keep using that straw so you avoid really hurting your teeth with the acid.”

He was looking down again and you scowled at him, knowing he would not see. But then you saw Bryce looking at you, his expression unreadable. You quickly dropped the attitude and took another drink of your Sprite, savoring the taste since it seemed to be your last for quite some time. Especially if Steve was expecting to have you pregnant for the next decade it sounded like.

Something tugged at you and you followed the feeling, looking back up at Bryce. He was still studying you. He gave you the smallest of smiles, looking sad… no… like he was pitying you.

You filed that away for later.

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You sat on that interaction for days, wondering if you should take the leap. He had heard the whole conversation between you and Steve regarding how he was going to start controlling your diet completely and he essentially was going to breed you. Even knowing that though, you still found yourself searching out his attention. You hated how much you craved his touch too – it was a relief every time he got you to come. Your hormones were flying and having him get you off seemed to be the key to quelling all the anxiety.

It was too much. You were taking that leap. Steve was out of the house.

Walking barefoot out in the grass, you crossed your arms over your ever growing stomach. It was true, at four months you were starting to show and it was going to only get bigger – and quickly with twins –, rendering you more dependent on others for some daily tasks. It was already becoming more difficult to bend over, you trembled thinking about yourself at six or nine months along.

Bryce was walking across the lawn from the shop and you moved quickly to go over to where he was.

“Can I talk to you?” you called out. He stopped, facing you. You gestured, “Not right here.” His gaze was skeptical, but he followed you all the same. You moved to stand at the corner of the house, hopefully mostly out of the way of the outdoor cameras, but you doubted there was anywhere on the property without at least some line of sight.

“Is something wrong?” Bryce asked.

You studied him, gauging how to start. You were basing a lot of assumption about his viewpoint off of one look. But you had little else to go on. You swallowed sharply before saying in a fairly low volume, “I am going out on a limb here… but I need your help.”

“With what?”

“I need to leave.”

Bryce’s lips parted in surprise at your bluntness. He recovered quickly, countering, “How do you mean?”

“You know what I mean.”

He shook his head, “You cannot ask me to help you with that. You’re lucky I don’t tell Mr. Rogers you even brought it up.”

He began to walk away. You reached out to grasp his arm. “Please!” you pleaded. “I don’t want to be here anymore. Steve… he’s changed.”

Bryce was at least staying to hear you out. Your hand fell from his arm as he told you sternly, “He’s always been like this. Nothing has changed.”

“Well, he was dishonest with me then. He acted… sweet.”

“Has he not been sweet to you? Just yesterday afternoon he seemed very sweet, if you don’t mind me saying. He seems to be quite smitten, ma’am.”

“I don’t doubt his affection,” you said. “But c-can’t you see he’s keeping me locked away?”

Bryce was quiet, his gaze turned away from you, his eyes somewhere else along the greenery of the lawn’s edge. You stayed quiet, letting him gather his thoughts. When he finally spoke, he said quietly, “Do you understand what he could do to you?”

“What? Kill me? Perfect,” you said sarcastically.

“I don’t think he would kill you, miss,” Bryce said solemnly, locking eyes with you.

You stiffened at that.

The longer the two of you spoke the more chance Steve would be looking in the cameras for the pair of you. And if he located you, who knew how much he could pick up if he had mics? It was illegal for security cameras to have audio recording, but this was his personal house, not some store.

Bryce stepped closer, “Even if I could help you, I wouldn’t.” Your face fell and he shook his head. “It would be very short lived, this grand escape you think you can pull off. You know how expansive Mr. Stark’s technology can reach. You would have the whole Avenger team looking for you. Where in the world do you think you could possibly hide? It would be a suicide mission to help you escape.”

He was not helping because of his loyalty. He was not helping because he believed it to be wasted effort and would have a terrible ending. How could you argue with that?

“You… he will take care of you. He cherishes you. Coddles you even.”

“Exactly!” you exclaimed upset. “I don’t need to be coddled. I... If you won’t help me, then I’ll just do it myself.”

It was Bryce’s turn to grasp your arm and plead, “Don’t do that. Please!” You said nothing, your face stony. He cursed under his breath and hissed, “If you are serious about it, then I’ll tell him. You can see it as a betrayal of trust, but I am trying to protect you. Staying here and finding comfort in what you have pales in comparison to when – not if, WHEN – you’re brought back, and you try to build trust again. It won’t happen. Mr. Rogers won’t allow you to do anything. You think you feel trapped now? Please. I implore you to be objective about this. Be smart.”

Wind was leaving your sails and you let it show. If he was true about telling Steve about the conversation, you needed him to think you had been discouraged from it. That would keep it secret and allow you to find – hopefully – another avenue to escape through.

“Fine,” you said stiffly, tears pricking your eyes. “At least I can still see my friends here.”

Tearing your arm from his grasp, you walked away from him, holding yourself.

Apparently, you were on your own. You could not in good faith put your friends in danger by involving them. Steve would go to them anyway, but they would not know a thing and he would have no proof they knew anything because it would not exist.

You could not fly. That would be one of the first and obvious places for them to check. You could not drive, at least not far. Steve had his phones hooked up to both of his cars and the blue tooth would be able to track the car’s location wherever you went. Which also meant you could not take your phone, putting you at more risk to be able to call for help if something happened.

Something came to mind. A train. You could not google anything on your phone or any of the laptops though. You would be going in blind to the station. But you would be on camera there too at the ticket booth. It would be easy for Steve to get a ticket booth worker to talk and tell him which route you had taken.

You could steal someone’s ticket; it didn’t matter where. And in return, leave them an envelope with cash in its place as an apology. You would need a light coat with a hood. It was almost September, the weather still way too hot for anything heavy. The light coat might even be too much, but what was a little sweat? Plus, it would help to cover your bump. You could leave Steve’s car at Grand Central – dispose of the key somewhere nearby. It would be a little bit of a walk, but you could walk to Penn Station. The Amtrak was there to get you out of the city. There was also shopping inside where you could buy said coat – you did not want to risk taking anything from here, it would be too easily recognizable.

A train. You felt hope bubbling inside at the prospect.

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angstysebfan · 4 years

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I want to make a request thats absolutely perfect for bucky. Maybe he and the reader have a friendship where everyone knows they like each other but they don't believe it themselves no matter how often they flirt. Bucky workds up the courage to ask her out but some sort of miscommunication or ge overhears something incorrectly leads him to believe that she is going to stand him up(which she doesn't) so before she gets the chance to he stands her up. She's crushed and refuses to hear him out because if they really are friends why would he believe something he overheard. I hope this isn't too much. I miss your writing so much so I really wanted to send this in

Sure thing! Hope you like it @joannie95!!

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You have been with the Avengers for about two years. You were rescued from HYDRA after going through years of physical abuse and experiments. When you arrived at the compound you had major trusts issues with everyone, except Bucky. You latched onto him like a lifeline. He was the one who carried you out of that HYDRA facility, and you recognized him immediately as the previous Winter Soldier. Through him you learned to trust the rest of the team and became a member of their family.

Since the day you came to the compound, you and Bucky were practically connected at the hip. He quickly became your best friend, and you became his, besides Steve. Somewhere along the lines both of you developed feelings toward each other, though neither of you would admit it. Everyone saw the looks you both would exchange when you thought no one was looking. They all heard the longing in your voices when you spoke of the other. But the most obvious thing is the flirting back and forth.

One morning you woke up and headed down to the kitchen to grab some coffee, slowly. You walked in and saw Steve, Nat, Wanda, Sam, and Bucky sitting around drinking coffee and eating whatever breakfast they prepared. “Mornin’” you mumble to everyone. You hear a chorus of “mornings” said back as you shuffled to the coffee machine to pour a cup for yourself. Suddenly you feel a kiss on top of your head, and arms wrapped around your waist, “Mornin’ Doll.” Bucky says against your head.

Butterflies go crazy in your stomach as you lean back against Bucky’s chest. “Mornin’ handsome” you say seductively, looking up at him. You can’t help but love his eyes to the point that you would get lost in them if you could. He leans down and kisses your forehead, squeezing your waist and rubbing his thumbs in soft circles. You clear your throat and finally look away and leave the room, your heart pounding in your chest. Bucky watches you leave the room, his own heart pounding.

“Jesus man, can you just man up and ask her out already. I honestly can’t handle how pathetic you look, and the sexual tension is getting to me.” Sam says. Bucky looks at him for a moment, before looking back at the direction you left. “She doesn’t feel that way about me. She just likes to flirt.” Bucky says defeatedly before sitting back down.

“I don’t know Buck. She seems just as interested in you, as you are in her. I think you are both just too scared to admit it to each other.” Steve says. “She is crazy about you, Barnes. She talks about you all the time. Man up and ask her out!” Nat says with a roll of her eyes before leaving the room. Bucky looks at his hands which are resting on the countertop. “I just don’t want to lose her.” he says.

“I’m telling you man, she. likes. you.” Sam says irritated. “You are just too scared to do anything about it. Ask her out!” He yells. Bucky looks at the doorway, sighs, and heads toward your room trying to figure out the words he will say, and silently praying that you really do like him, and that his friends aren’t wrong. He stands in front of your closed door, trying to get the nerve to raise his hand and knock.

When he finally does raise his hand, you suddenly open the door and jump at the sight of him. “Buck? You scared the shit out of me!” you shout punching his shoulder laughing. “Sorry Doll. I had to talk to you about something.” Bucky said sheepishly. You allow him to enter your room and sit next to him on your bed.

“What’s going on, handsome?” you ask, grabbing his hand and rubbing his knuckles with your thumb. Bucky feels the blush coming but somehow finds the courage, “I... uh... would you...” he stutters, losing his confidence as quick as he found it. You grab his face and force him to look at you, “What is it Buck? You know you can tell me,” you say with a soft smile. “Would you... maybe... want to... go out on a date... with... me?” he asks.

You stare at him in shock for a moment. A date? Bucky Barnes is asking you out on a date? You know he is waiting for an answer, and the longer you take, the more fear he has. “Yes.” you say with a small shy smile, cupping Bucky’s cheek. He leans into your touch and smiles. “Tomorrow night, I will pick you up from your room at 7pm.” he says. You nod and kiss the tip of his nose. Bucky stands and heads to your door with a big smile on his face. You said yes. You are going out on a date with him. He was a happy man.

After a work out you went into the kitchen where Sam was eating lunch. “Why is it that I always find you in the kitchen stuffing your face?” you ask him with a laugh. “Well you come during normal meal hours, what am I supposed to do?” he asks in return. You grab a water and your left overs from last nights dinner and sit next to him. “So... I heard from a tin man that you agreed to go out on a date with him.” Sam says with a smirk. “Yea... I... I was tired of hiding my feelings. I’ve been madly in love with that man for so long. I was scared to lose him because he is also my best friend, but when he asked, I thought it was time to come clean with my feelings.” you say, avoiding eye contact with Sam.

“I’ll give you $100 to stand him up.” Sam says. You look at him in shock and see his teasing expression. “Yea, sure. No problem!” you say rolling your eyes. “No seriously, I’m happy for you both. I think this is going to be good for both of you,” Sam said with a genuine smile. “Thanks Sammy,” you say before kissing his cheek and leaving the room.

The next day you spent all afternoon getting ready. You were so excited for this that you couldn’t think straight. Nat and Wanda came in to help you pick out an outfit, and decide what your hair should look like. Around 5, you jumped in the shower and start prepping for the most amazing night of your life. You kept wondering if you should let him kiss you first, or if you should kiss him first. Maybe see what the moment brings. 5 minutes to 7, you sit on your bed, awaiting Bucky.

At 7:30, you text him to see if something held him up. No answer. At 8:30 you change into sweats, trying to hold back tears. Maybe there was an emergency mission he had to go on, and didn’t have time to tell you. Maybe he was on his way back to compound and traffic caused him to be late, and his cell phone died. Or, maybe he changed his mind and didn’t want to go out with you. That thought made the tears you had been holding in, finally come out.

You decide to head to the kitchen and grab water, before just going to bed. As you walk past the common room you see Bucky watching TV. You walk into the room, “Bucky?” you ask, walking up to him. “Is... where have you been? I have been trying to reach you,” you say. Bucky doesn’t even bother to look at you, “Uh, yea well I decided against the date,” he says with a shrug. You are taken aback by not only his words, but his causal demeanor on the subject.

“Oh, and you didn’t think to inform me? I was waiting for you for almost two hours. I had Nat and Wanda help me pick out an outfit. I...” you choke back a sob. “You embarrassed me by standing me up, and you don’t seem to give a shit.” you say, anger now forming. Bucky finally looks at you, and for the first time in the 2 years you have known him, his beautiful blue eyes are cold.

“Well, maybe Sam will give me the $100 for standing you up.” he says. Your eyebrows shoot up. “Are you fucking serious? You took a joke Sam said and assumed that I was going to stand you up!?” you shout. “You said yes! What was I supposed to think?” Bucky shouts back. At this point everyone else has made their way to the common room, hearing your argument.

“Well you obviously didn’t listen to the rest of the conversation, you fucking asshole! I... I thought you knew me better than that! I... I thought our friendship and feelings meant more to you. Fuck you Bucky! I can never trust you again.” you say before running from the room. Sam steps up shaking his head, “Dude! We were joking! She was never going to stand you up! I told her after that comment that I was happy for the both of you.” Sam said.

“Fuck! What did I do?!” Bucky yells at himself sitting down and putting his head in his hands. “Buck, go apologize. Now!” Steve says smacking Bucky upside the head. Bucky quickly ran to your room and knocked furiously on your door. “Y/N, please open the door! Please!” he shouted. You sit on your bed trying to keep your resolve that you cannot trust the man on the other side of the door.

“Y/N, I am so fucking sorry! I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you, please open the door!” he continued to yell. You sigh and walk to the door, “Bucky, please just go away. I can’t talk about this anymore today. I just... we can talk tomorrow.” you say in a shaky voice. Bucky leans his head against your door. “I... I know I messed up. I know you might now ever forgive me. But, I... I love you, Y/N. I love you so much.” he says before walking away.

You stand there in shock at the words you just heard. He loved you. You still hold your resolve and decide you will deal with everything tomorrow.

You woke up the next morning and see a beautiful bouquet of your favorite flowers on your nightstand. You can’t help the small smile at the sight of them. You sit up and rub the sleep out of your eyes. You decide to head out to the kitchen, knowing you would have to face this head on eventually. You open your door and see Bucky sitting against the wall on the opposite side of your door.

“Hey Doll.” he said sadly, looking up at you with bloodshot eyes. Your resolve breaks slightly seeing the man before you. “Buck, what are you doing out here?” you ask. He stands up and looks at you, “I was worried you would try and hide from me.” he says. You nod in understanding. “Look, Buck I understand that you are sorry, and I appreciate your millions of apologies, including the flowers, but how can I ever trust you to come and talk to me about things? You heard something, misinterpreted everything, and instead of asking me, you stood me up on purpose. I thought I meant more to you than that.” you say looking at the ground.

Bucky steps forward, “You do. Sweetheart, you mean more to me than anything. Hell, I would give up everything for you. I got in my head that I wasn’t good enough for you, and when I heard that I assumed you thought I the same. I.. I should have spoken with you, but I just thought I was doing you a favor. I.. I will regret it for the rest of my life because all I have ever wanted was you.” he says.

You lean in and brush your lips against his, lightly. “I love you too Buck. But, I am going to need some time before I am willing to give you a second chance. I.. I hope you understand.” you say. Bucky looks at you sadly, but nods. “I understand.” he says. You kiss him lightly again before walking away.

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lovesgonnabe · 3 years

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Love Is Worth It - Episode I

It Was Just A Normal Day

Characters: Chris Evans x Maya Alonso-Evans (Black OFC)

Warnings: Angst, Nothing extreme but could upset some, cursing, slight Implied smut

Word Count: 2k

Summary: What happens when those that don’t agree with you or your love are in positions of power?

Authors Note: This is out a lot earlier than expected so I hope you all enjoy. Also it has been a while since I’ve written so please bear with my rustiness, and there’s slight edits so there may be errors.

Disclaimer: There is slight police abuse of power that may be triggering to some.

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October 24th, 2019

The day started out just like any other...

Chris woke up at 5am to go on a run with Dodger.

I got up 30 minutes later headed to our home gym got on the Peloton for a workout then get started on breakfast.

Chris and Dodger get back around 6:30am

At 6:45am Chris carries me to the shower where we have “spontaneous” shower sex till Delilah knocks on our door.

7:30am I get Delilah ready for school then we eat breakfast as a family while Chris and I play footsie under the table and he quizzes her on current events. Did I mention she’s only 5 years old...

At 8:30am Chris and Delilah are out the door headed to school since it’s on the way to the set for Chris’s next project.

At this time I’m just sipping coffee reviewing my appointment schedule at the office and I head out the door at 9am.

It was just a normal day but something felt off.

When I pulled out of the gate of my driveway I see a Boston PD car just sitting on the corner next to our noisiest neighbor Mrs. Goldheim. She’s 70 and acts like she has no business to tend to but mine when what she really should be doing is getting some of her own dick, so she can hop off my dick and mind her damn business.

Anyway I’m getting off topic, as I drive down the road that same police cruiser begins to follow me lights off and at a safe distance for about a mile and then turns left down Sycamore, I was mad confused but I didn’t have time to think about the weird ass Boston cops right now.

I got to the office around 9:45am, had my first client at 10am and from that point It was nonstop between facials to acne treatments to talking women who don’t need plastic surgery off of that ledge I had my hands full for it only being the middle of October. But hey that’s the life I signed up for when becoming a dermatologist.

My last meeting about my new skincare venture ended at 5:30pm and I went to pick up Delilah from after school care. We stopped by the supermarket to get groceries so I could hopefully make my abuelas famous arroz con pollo for dinner tonight.

As a treat we stopped at Cold Stone got two pints of chocolate devotion for our after dinner mini celebration. Since not even a month ago Delilah was moved ahead to the first grade and got an A on her recent math test.

This is where the normal day began to take a nosedive.

Around 8pm we were headed to the house from Cold Stone, my little Dede and I were talking about her day, and Chris called to let us know that filming ended a tad early and he was already home.

We are just around the corner when I see another police cruiser this time they were following a lot closer but yet again they had on no lights.

My hands began to clam up as I kept looking in the mirrors at the two white men in the vehicle following me.

As I pulled into my gate they followed me in. Rushing I parked, grabbed my purse, and got out, unhooked Delilah from the seat and carried her to the door.

“Excuse me Miss” one of the officers spoke stopping me before I could enter my home. I felt like I was frozen In place with a hand on the doorknob.

“Mommy what’s wrong” Delilah asked looking at me with fright her big brown eyes. I turned around putting my shy ray of sunshine down, with a reassuring smile, I look at her and tell her that everything was alright as she hid behind my legs while the officers approached us.

It might be because I’m scared but it felt as if they both were towering over me, even though i was the one with the high ground standing on the steps.

One man looked like he was on a mission while the other looked like he was just there for observation.

The younger one looked at Delilah and said “there is no reason to be afraid sweetheart we are the good guys” the tension was thick as Delilah looked up at me and no one said a word.

The older man of the two cleared his throat and looked at me dead in the eyes as if he was trying to intimidate me.

“Good Evening Miss, are you the nanny? I’m looking for your boss.” I raised an eyebrow ignoring the question and asked “can I please get her in the house?” both officers looked at each other weird since I didn’t answer his original question but both nodded.

I looked at my watch showing it to be 8:40pm usually I would kissing my man trying to figure out the best way to get him out of his clothes. But at the moment I’m standing on my steps scared for our life.

I unlocked the door and told her to go and get her dad who at the time was in the living room playing the grand piano. The beautiful sounds of the piano could be heard when I opened the door and as I closed the door you can hear Dodger bark and scurry toward the door.

The officer began to speak once more “now I’m going to ask you again Miss is your boss home?”

Placing my hand on my hip, I let out an exasperated sighed and said “if I had a boss and they were here I would be very confused”.

The younger officer eyes grew out of surprise and the older officer did not look too happy by my snarky remark.

“Miss please cooperate we don’t want any trouble, but since you can’t answer my questions hand over your license” the older officer said with a smug look and his gloved hand outstretched.

My stomach grew with a bubble of nerves even though it can’t be seen on my face i was scared.

“If I may ask officers what is this about this is my home have I done something wrong?” I huffed retrieving my license and handing it to the older officer, “we will see about that” he says and walks to the cruiser leaving the other officer in silence.

“Look we are just doing the job we were called out to do” the younger officer said to me I looked at him like he had two heads but before I could say another word Chris walked out the door closing it behind him.

He look so damn fine in grey sweats with a matching crew neck sweater, his gold chain I bought him for Father’s Day laying on top and his Red Sox cap pointed to the back.

He came up next to me wrapping his arm around my waist and kissing the top of my head, mumbling. “Baby are you alright?” he asks looking at me rubbing my back as I look at him.

I nod as a sense of calm settles over my body as he familiar sent and touch centers me and makes me feel safe.

“Is there a problem officer? He asked now removing his arm from my body to cross his arms and stand in front of me as if he was my bodyguard.

“Wow you’re Captain America” the officer said in shock as Chris and I rolled our eyes.

“Yea I know but I asked you is there a problem officer” Chris asked slowly getting closer to the younger now shitting his pants scared officer.

I love that he is trying to defend me but we don’t want to make matters worse so I grab his arm to pull him back a bit. Which didn’t work because all he did was softly move my hand a say “let me handle it love”.

I rolled my eyes and watched the shit show unravel. The officer stuttered and Chris cut him off.

“Look I know you are here to do your job but you are on my property and harassing my wife so I would like to know what the problem is what has she done?”

He didn’t look upset and Chris said it respectfully but it was just a feeling that Chris did not want to be fucked with at this moment.

There was another beat of awkward silence the officer was too scared to speak. Chris rubbed his beard and chuckled “can anyone answer my goddamn question as to my wife is in front of our home being harassed” it was like his voice dropped an octave and my panties got wet.

I’m literally trying to tell my brain to stop thinking about using my husband as my personal jungle gym, that this wasn’t the time for that, but I digress so to distract myself for a second I looked at my watch again stating it was only 9:20pm.

Damn I’m not sure if time was moving too slow or too fast but by the time I focused back on Chris and the officers they were being cussed the fuck out.

“What the fuck do you mean you have to take her because she fits the profile of a suspect, do you have a warrant, what the fuck did she even do officer!”

“Mr. Evans we understand that you are upset but we need you to calm down” the younger officer said to a red faced Chris.

“Don’t you tell me to fucking calm down when you are also trying telling me, you want to arrest my wife for some crime she didn’t commit because she’s black” Chris was now fuming.

“Sir this isn’t about race, there has been a string of burglaries in the neighborhood and she fits the description of the suspect we are looking for, we just want to take her in and ask a few questions” the older officer answered.

From where I was standing I could see everything especially how the officer had one hand on his gun holster and the other with cuffs ready to be put around my wrist.

All three men proceed to argue, I had to step in this was getting out of hand and in a minute I would not be the only one in handcuffs.

Walking over to the group who were now in the middle of my driveway with my hands out then they all went quiet.

“Chris honey it’s okay, this is ridiculous I know but let me go with them, you call Austin, tell him what’s happening and then come to the station I will be fine” I said looking at his blue eyes with slight tears as his breathing quickened.

I was hoping to be okay at least for Chris’s sake so he won’t kill the two men in front of me. He read me my rights with Chris now desperately pleading with them to release me.

As the older guard roughly grabs me pulling me towards the cruiser Delilah runs out of the house with Dodger behind her with tears in her eyes.

“Dede get back inside” Chris says as he grabs a barking Dodger who was headed straight for me “daddy why are they taking mommy, what’s wrong she said everything was ok” then she wails out “please don’t take my mommy” over and over while she kicked and screamed when Chris picked her up and ushered the 3 of them back into the house.

A tear slips down my face as my head is lowered into the car and the door to our home closes. One officer looked remorseful and the other looked so satisfied as he looked back at me through the rear view.

He threw on his sirens like he caught some mass murder that he’d been hunting for years.

Then he laughed a menacing laugh taunting me.

“You thought just because you are fucking some white man with money you would get off? Well I’m sorry to break it to you sweetheart but that not how the world works for people like you.” He said to me as I cried harder.

“That’s enough Whitmer I think she get it” the younger officer said.

The rest of the ride the only sound was the radio. I was booked and brought into a cell by myself cold and alone but thanking god that at least I was alive and not hurt.

All I could think about was the smile on my little Delilah’s face and how today was just supposed to be just another Normal day.

I guess those are slim when you’re Black in White America.

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universemarvel · 3 years

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The time Peter should have FIRST called Mr. Stark “Tony.”

By @universemarvel for @sdottkrames

Rating: general audiences

Relationships: Tony Stark & Peter Parker

Characters: Peter Parker & Tony Stark

Summary: an irondad one shot where Peter gets... hurt., and handles it in a Peter Parker Way™️. Tony is honestly just trying his best okay?!?

Part of the @friendly-neighborhood-exchange

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“Peter!”

The kid jumps and his head snaps towards his mentor. He smiles sheepishly. “Yes, Mr. Stark?”

“What are you doing?” Tony held his coffee mug up in front of his mouth in a poor attempt to hide the smile on his face.

Peter looked down to his messy table, which was occupied by empty blue and silver snack wrappers, drinks, and his Spider-Man suit, which he was currently scrubbing with a sponge. He picked up one of the wrappers that still had some did in it. “I’m... trying all the pop tart flavors,” he said, taking a bite out of the pastry.

“You feeling alright?” It’s not often he could walk up unnoticed upon Peter.

But Peter just smiled. “A little lightheaded from the sugar rush, but otherwise fine;” his smile disappeared as quickly as it had come. “Why?”

Tony rolled his eyes. “Why are you scrubbing your suit with a sponge? I’m sure there’s a dishwashing machine somewhere in this building,” he finally revealed his smile.

Peter’s eyebrows scrunched together. “Is the suit dishwasher safe? Because that would actually be great.”

Tony laughed. “I’m not answering that. What happened? And please don’t tell me you’re hand scrubbing your multi-million dollar suit because you forgot to put on deodorant.”

Pink painted Peter’s cheeks as he smiled and shook his head. “No, I just got something on it and it stinks. Do you want to smell it?” He offered the suit up, and Tony took a step back reflexively.

“No thanks, kiddo, I’m rather enjoying my coffee at the moment. However, I do have a decontamination gadget for a reason, so let’s throw it in there for a few hours so we can go back upstairs for dinner. That is, if you’re still hungry after eating New York’s entire stock of pop tarts.”

“Of course I’m hungry,” Peter smiled, “and if your cleany-box doesn’t work, can we try the dishwasher?”

“Absolutely not.”

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After dinner, the pair found themselves scrolling through Netflix. Peter’s lightheadedness from earlier had slowly been developing into a headache, but he didn’t want to bother Tony with it.

He didn’t feel like watching a movie, which he figured was a red flag, but he picked a Star Wars movie to avoid raising suspicion.

“Are you sure?” Tony’s voice pulled Peter from his attempts to distract himself from his headache.

“Am I sure...about what?”

Tony eyed him suspiciously, and Peter tried to think of what he did that was out of the ordinary so he could reverse it.

“Are you sure you’re feeling okay?” Tony squinted his eyes.

“Of course.”

“Correction-“ his mentor rolled his eyes; “do you have any pain at all?”

Peter shook his head, still trying to figure out what his giveaway behavior was. “Why?”

Tony crossed his arms. “Because we watched this movie last night.”

Peter’s breath caught, and he reached for a lie. He shrugged. “I feel like you didn’t appreciate it enough the first time.” His mind replayed the evening before. “Aaand you fell asleep, so technically you can’t say you watched it last night.”

Tony’s mouth was still pressed in a thin line, revealing his doubts, but he just shook his head. “Okay,” he gave in, “but don’t make me regret this.”

Peter smiled, hoping the well-known noises from the familiar film would minimize his headache’s growth.

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Still in the process of waking up, he was glad the room was so nice and quiet. He knew he was still at the tower because it was always loud at his apartment. His headache was gone, and realizing he was in his room at the tower, he wondered with a start how he’d gotten back here from the living room; he figured he must’ve been pretty tired last night to have been so out of it.

He waits for the noises of the tower to reach him, but they don’t. He sits up quickly, somehow quietly. Too quietly. He looks down at the sheets, and runs his hands back and forth on them. He can’t hear them, and his eyes widen. He can see his chest is moving quicker with his increased breathing pace, but he can’t hear that either.

He brings his fingers to his ears and snaps.

Nothing. He tries again, watching his hand this time to make sure he snaps correctly, still nothing.

He feels true panic swell up in his chest, and jumps out of bed. He rushes to put a shirt and a pair of pants on, and the silence of his movements scares him; he feels like he’s watching a movie on mute, except he’s never not heard at least his own breathing. He opened the door, and paused; the silence of the hallway greeted him like a wave, rushing into his head with an overwhelming ringing he feels rather than hears.

It hurts.

On second thought, he closed the bedroom door again, shutting himself off from the hallway. It had to have been whatever chemical was on the suit. The suit which was now decontaminated and as clean as it had been new. How helpful would it be going to Mr. Stark without any information? Maybe if he could retrace his steps from yesterday, he could find out what the chemical was. He glanced at the clock, and saw it was 7:15. Tony wouldn’t be awake for several hours still, so Peter could get a head start until then. If all went well, Peter could even analyze the sample and neutralize it before Tony was up for his usual weekend 11 am breakfast.

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Peter made it to the spot he’d been sprayed by the bad-smelling stuff by 8 o’clock. He landed, slowly turning around to assess the area. It was a bright alleyway, lit from the morning sun’s reflection off a nearby skyscraper, but was still secluded and generally ignored by passerby’s due to it being a dead end street, blocked off by a wall of brick apartment.

He realized that he hadn’t said anything to Karen, who had no doubt been talking to him since he put the mask on; he wondered what she had been saying, and felt partly guilty for what was probably perceived as him ignoring her.

He didn’t want to tell her he couldn’t hear, however, for fear of some hidden protocol that would alert Tony, so he did his best to try to sound natural, a difficult task given that he couldn’t hear himself.

“Hey Karen,” he said, and paused. What did she normally say to him? Ask him how he was doing? How he slept? She would have for sure commented that she was glad to see him, but her usual trail of discussion had probably been derailed by the fact that he hadn’t acknowledged anything she’d said throughout the entire trip thus far.

“Sorry for ignoring you,” he said after giving her a chance to talk, “everything’s fine, I’m just trying to find something. Here. For Mr. Stark.”

He waited a beat, hoping he wasn’t cutting her off or waiting too long to respond, but honestly he had no idea.

“Could you help me find any synthetic chemicals on the walls or ground here? I’m looking for the stuff I got sprayed with yesterday.”

If she replied, he didn’t know, but he was glad to see diagnostics pull up as Karen began to highlight a plethora of invisible substances in the environment around him. With each one that pulled up, Karen did a quick calculation as to what it was.

He scanned his surroundings; urine, vomit, urine, blood, urine, some more urine, a few unidentifiable splotches, but he could tell from their location and position that they weren’t what he was looking for.

His shoulders slumped forwards, and he frowned.

He saw a shadow grow forward into the alleyway, and jumped around in a twist to see what was there. It was just a garbage truck, but the fact that it was now looming over him in the alleyway without him knowing it was even there still had his blood running cold. He jumped onto the wall and started climbing. Halfway up, Tony’s face appeared on his display. He realized it was an incoming call, and too late requested, “Karen don’t answer!” As the call connected through.

He couldn’t hear anything of course, and knowing Tony was currently talking to him made his breath quicken. Also the fact that it wasn’t even 9 am, which was early — and therefore abnormal, for Tony.

“Hi Mr. Stark,” he greeted as happily as he could. “I’m, uh, climbing up this wall at the moment, can I, uh, can I call you back later?”

He hoped Mr. Stark said yes, and he wished he’d have video called so Peter could see his expression and attempt to read his lips, but he couldn’t. Instead he quickly exhaled “Karen, hang up,” and watched as the call disconnected. He climbed onto the roof, and hoped that Karen’s compliance to hang up meant that Tony hadn’t said anything too important. Besides, Peter should probably head back to the tower anyways to start figuring out what was wrong.

Now that he was on the roof, however, he was met with another wave of panic as the view of the skyline met him. He looked at the silent scene of a busy New York City morning, down the streets where he knew cars were still honking, people were talking, phones were ringing, and kids were yelling while they played on their weekend, a morning free from school. He knew it was going on, and he was missing it. Sure, this was every day for a lot of people, but he was Spider-Man. His job required his ears.

As if to prove his point, his spider sense flared up, and he fell to the ground. He looked around, not knowing why or where it had come from, but he didn’t see anything. Was he even the one in danger, or was it alerting him that someone else needed his help? After nothing happened for another moment, he ran to the side of the building and looked down. The scene he saw was normal, people walking, cars driving, even the alleyway he had come from was clear. His spider sense was still pulsing though, so he ran to the next side of the rooftop, frantically looking towards the street.

His eyes immediately found the scene, a car crash. It had just happened, and he wondered if he’d have been able to prevent it if he’d been able to hear. He didn’t know if they’d crashed before or after he’d felt the warning, although experience told him it was the latter. He swung down to the scene, and saw the driver open their door and fall out of the car. He ran up to her, seeing the passenger seat was empty, and helped her to her feet.

“Are you alright ma’am?” He asked, and not seeing any blood on her or problem with standing on her own, he thought so. Except her expression was still extremely worried, and she was talking, yelling maybe, but Peter couldn’t tell what she was saying. She then stumbled forward. Peter caught her, confused as to what she was going on for. She had just been in a motor vehicle accident, after all, so maybe a bit of odd behavior could be expected? He wished he could hear her to be sure.

She pointed back to the car. He looked, but didn’t see anything in the seats, besides boxes that had fallen in the back; other people were approaching the car now, too, trying to open the crushed back door. His spider sense was still calling, and he wondered what was in the back that could be dangerous. What everyone but him currently knew of. He turned back to face the woman, but she just grabbed his arm with a grip that told him that Something was Not OK and brought him around to the back, tears on her face now. The driver of the other vehicle ran up to them, saying something, before turning and walking anxiously with them. Confused, Peter cautiously followed them to the car, pushing past other people.

He suddenly saw behind the boxes in the back seat that there was a baby car seat, spider-sense screaming, and he was pretty sure he cursed out loud. He darted past the woman, pushed past the small, struggling crowd, and tugged the jammed car door, ripping if half off its hinges. He pushed the boxes out of the way to get to the baby. He tore the seatbelt in half to let the car seat loose, and handed the entire seat to the woman.

He glanced at the baby, happy and relieved to see her alive— crying but unharmed, and he let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding. The mother unbuckled her, smiling now, and seeing that the scene was okay to go on without him, Peter left.

He swung away, away to a rooftop surrounded by nothing but open sky, and crumpled to the ground.

His spider-sense didn’t stop. He didn’t feel safe anymore. His chest tightened, and he felt like his airway was closing. He closed his eyes tightly and focused on breathing in, slowly, breathing out, slowly. Repeating it. His fingers dug into the rough artificial ground.

Someone could be screaming right next to him, and he wouldn’t even know it.

He could see something flashing even through his closed eyelids, and opened his eyes to see this at his display had changed.

Next to a transparent box showing his elevated vital signs, Mr. Stark’s concerned face was on the screen. He said something, but Peter shook his head.

“I can’t hear you, Mr. Stark,” he said, hoping his voice was louder than a whisper, “I can’t hear you.”

Tony frowned, typing something on his screen and saying something else Peter hoped wasn’t supposed to be directed at him, and at once a new message popped up on the screen, all systems online and functioning correctly.

Peter just shook his head again. “I’ll be right there,” he said, “I’m heading back to the tower now. Please meet me there, please.” And he hung up before Tony could try to tell him something again.

He had to take four breaks on his short trip back to the tower, just to breathe. He felt like he was dying, but he hadn’t been hit by anything, so he couldn’t be. It painfully reminded him of an asthma attack like those he used to have pre-powers.

But, unlike those past times when he wouldn’t have even been able to stand, every time he caught his breath even just enough to stand up again, he forced himself to keep going. He was so afraid to see someone get hurt, or worse, without him being there to prevent it from happening. His never relenting spider-sense made him feel like people were getting hurt around him; it made him feel blind, like he couldn’t see things he knew were there.

It wasn’t even 10 am when he arrived back at the tower, but Peter fell into the tower window, gasping. He saw Mr. Stark stand up in surprise at Peter on the floor, before rushing over to him. Peter pushed himself up so he was sitting, and ripped off his mask. He felt the tears on his face and didn’t know how long he’d been crying for. He just wished he could hear the voice of his mentor as he stopped in front of him.

Peter reached forward and grabbed his shirt, seeing that the man was trying to talk to him.

Peter cried, “I can’t hear, Mr. Stark; I can’t hear you.”

Mr. Stark pulled him to his feet, touching Peter’s chin so that Peter could see his face, and tried to say something else. Peter shook his head. “I can’t hear you,” he repeated, “I can’t— I can’t hear anything.”

Mr. Stark pulled Peter into a hug, where they stayed until Peter could feel his heart rate slow and his breathing calm down. He pulled away to wipe his eyes. Mr. Stark gently took his arm and led him into the lab, where he handed Peter a metal device shaped like a pencil. He pressed a button and a nearly (but not quite) opaque holographic blank screen popped up in Peter’s face out of the long side of the not-pencil, making a sort of hand-held paper in Peter’s hand.

Suddenly the words, “can you understand me now?” Typed into the screen, and Peter looked up. Tony said something else, and the words, “it usually works pretty well, just let me know if something doesn’t make sense” appeared. Peter raised a confused and interested eyebrow.

“This is neat,” he said curiously. “Why do you have this?”

Tony shrugged, and started speaking. Then, “It’s not the first time I’ve had deaf friends hanging out in the tower, you know.” Peter didn’t know that, but didn’t ask further. Whoever it was had his respect, though.

“So do you have any clues?” Tony’s question popped up on the holographic tablet.

Peter shrugged. “Pretty sure it was whatever I got sprayed with last night.”

“Makes sense. You were pretty out of it yesterday you slept through most of the movie and didn’t even wake up when I carried you to bed.” Peter scrunched his eyebrows at the image.

Tony went on. “When did it kick in?”

Peter cocked his head to the side; “what do you mean?”

“What time did your hearing go away this morning?”

Peter shrugged. “Sometime last night.”

He looked at the screen, then at Tony when nothing appeared. Tony was staring at him with an expression Peter had seen before, usually when he’d done something wrong.

Tony spoke, and Peter was for once glad he had good reason to look away to understand him.

“So. You woke up. Your first morning missing a pretty important sense. And decided to go out as the crime-fighting, life-saving, danger-seeking Spider-Man?”

Peter didn’t know if the punctuation on the screen was intentional, but it helped give him an idea of how Tony sounded.

“Ummm, not exactly,” he replied, keeping his eyes on the screen; it was weird talking and not hearing your own voice, and Peter partially wondered if he was talking too loud. “I went to see if I could find a sample of whatever was in the, uh, the spray.”

Tony turned to the table beside him and pushed a button. Silent videos from social media popped up of Spider-Man helping a woman to her feet, then pulling a baby from a crushed car. He had to admit that even without sound, he looked a little lost.

He glanced back at Tony, he was now looking at him skeptically.

Peter shrugged. “I got distracted.”

Tony rolled his eyes, but Peter could see a hint of a smile on his face. He thought he was going to say something but instead he walked around the table to where Peter normally sat, grabbed a paper towel, then reached under the table and grabbed a yellow cube from the trash can.

Not a cube. The sponge from last night, that Peter had used to try and scrub the suit clean. Tony held it up expectantly.

A sample.

“Oh.”

Movement on the tablet caught his attention. “Oh indeed,” Tony said.

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They had the chemical’s composition within the hour. They had the antidote by lunch. They were waiting for FRIDAY to make the dose needed, when Peter saw Tony laugh.

“What?” Peter hadn’t said anything, and he looked around to find out what he was laughing at.

Tony’s words appeared, “I think it’s time for lunch. Friday tell us when the dose is ready.”

He laughed again. The words, “sure thing boss” followed on the screen.

Peter frowned. “Why is that funny?”

Tony smiled. “Because your stomach growling is more reliable than my alarm clock.”

Peter rolled his eyes, glancing down at his abdomen. “Traitor,” he jokingly accused.

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FRIDAY had the dose ready sooner than expected, so Peter brought the rest of his PB&J down to the lab with him.

He’d forgotten the talk-to-text tablet upstairs, so he didn’t hear anything Tony said and hoped there weren’t any urgent special instructions when Tony handed him a glass of blueish liquid.

Peter raised an eyebrow. “I just drink it?” Tony nodded and opened a can of sprite, leaning it forward for a toast. Peter tapped the cups, and they both drank. Peter made a scrunched face at the nasty taste after emptying the glass, closing his eyes as he coughed.

“So I’m guessing it wasn’t blue raspberry flavored?” Tony asked.

Peter shook his head and coughed, but froze when he realized he’d heard the question. He opened his eyes to see Tony smiling in front of him.

“We did it Mr. Stark!” Peter exclaimed, his voice sounding wayy too loud in his head.

“We did it,” Tony replied, and Peter visibly flinched.

“Everything’s so loud,” he said quietly.

Tony’s smile faded a little. “Hm.” He spoke softly, “whatchya say we stay in for the rest of the day and watch movies with the sound turned way down low?”

Peter grinned, “I’d love that, but then you won’t be able to hear it!”

Tony put his fists on his hips in mock anger, “are you saying I’m old?”

Peter laughed. “Maybe in spider years.”

Tony rolled his eyes and smiled. “That’s what I thought. Now, what’re we watching? And please don’t make me watch that same movie for the third time in a row. There’s only a certain number of times I can listen to the jar jar lizard, and we’ve already exceeded that.”

“Okay. So how about that old movie Predator?”

“Okay, now you are calling me old.”

“Of course, now that I can hear your reaction.”

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30 minutes, 2 buckets of popcorn, and 1 pizza later, the duo finds themselves back upstairs on the couch, working on pulling up Predator with subtitles for Tony.

“So,” Tony began, “going back to that topic of reactions. How about I add this: don’t go out when you’re injured, as if that’s a new rule. Or impaired in some way. And if something like this happens again, come to me first. Please.”

Peter smirked. “Of course.”

“Nuh-uh, I need a stronger promise than that, bud. I don’t feel reassured at all.”

Peter sobered up, then. “Okay,” he said, “I will. Seriously. I was so scared.”

“Me too, Kid. Me too.”

“I thought I’d never hear you again. Or anything.”

“Aw, you’d miss hearing me?”

Peter rolled his eyes. “Just the good stuff.”

“Like how much I care about you? And how great you are? And I’m so glad you’re my kid?”

Peter’s eyebrows shot up before he could stop them. He quickly turned it into a frown as if contemplating something. “Nah, I was thinking more about the times when you’re like, ‘do you want food?’ Or, ‘here’s some pizza,’ is a good one, too.”

Tony narrowed his eyes at Peter, who grinned. “But that other stuff you were saying is nice, too,” Peter added, feeling a blush rise in his cheeks.

“I’m glad you think so,” Tony replied, “because I mean it.”

“Oh,” Peter responded.

“Oh indeed,” Tony replied with a smile Peter could hear in his voice.

The movie started, and Peter rested his head into Tony’s side.

“I care about you too, Mr. Stark,” Peter said quietly. He knew Tony could easily hear over the movie’s volume. “And I’m really glad you’re here for me and that you’re my, uh, my mentor. Well, and like a father figure person, too.”

Tony wrapped his arm around Peter.

“Glad to hear it, Peter. You make a really great kid, you know. And I’ll always be here for you.”

”Thanks, Tony. And you make a really great dad.”

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