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aphroditessaturn · 10 months

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𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄 || 𝐌.𝐎

pairing || miguel o'hara x venom!fem!reader

summary || Miguel is cold, bossy and grumpy. You on the other hand are warm, considerate and sunshine. The two of you couldn't be more different, but that’s exactly why you were made for each other

warnings || no smut, just fluff! I wanted smut but then didn't have the motivation for it so here it is. ngl I kinda hate it, but I'll let you be the judge of that

note || this does not fully follow the story line of the movie - none of my fics do, just wanted to put that out there. This is for all my girls who want to be a sunshine but are not and of course for our sunshines! who are too cute too walk this earth. Also someone please tell me they have the same problem that they just don' wanna disappoint anyone. please reblog/comment and give feedback!

legend || ven aquí, cariño. ¿Por qué estás llorando? = ?come here, darling. Why are you crying?; ten cuidado cariño = be careful honey; mi amor = my love

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Saving a universe was nothing new to you, only the Spider-Man you just met was. Miles Morales, a young boy who wore a black and red suit and was amazed by the people he just met.

It seemed he already knew Gwen, but Hobie and Pavitr were yet unknown to him as were you. For a while you just observed them before holding out your hand for him, introducing yourself. You adored how excited he was, “he looks yummy too,” a voice in your head-butted in. “Venom, stop it!” you giggled and turned all the attention to you.

Miles tilted his head up in confusion, “who are you talking to?” he questioned looking around.

“Oh, my symbiont Venom, because of him I have this cool suit,” you gushed showing off your suit. Your whole body was covered in black, with one huge white spider on your chest and unlike most your mask only covered your eyes, making them look white.

Your hair was slicked back to prevent any loose strands from falling into your face. The rest of your hair was open with dark strands of black.

“Yeah, she got this weird thing inside ‘er,” Hobie said and pointed at you as behind you a tentacle emerged, Venom heard exactly what Spider-Punk said. As a result, he lunged at him, which Hobie could duck, “come on, mate!”

“You know better than that!” you gently scolded him with a grin as Venom retrieved himself.

Jessica interrupted the moment, telling Miles that Miguel wanted him in the HQ, with excitement you jumped up and down. “You’re gonna love it in the HQ, everyone’s so cool,” you explained and followed Jess, “he’s already waiting for you,” she whispered to you. Her words made your heartbeat faster.

You all walked through the HQ, though you had a tad more speed on you than the others, “someone’s got a pap in their step,” Venom teased you, but he was already aware of how much you loved Miguel.

“Well why wouldn’t I? I haven’t seen him in forever,” you spoke out aloud, “yesterday, you saw him yesterday,” he told you. Playfully you rolled your eyes at him, smiling to yourself at the thought of your boyfriend.

No one paid your conversation any attention, besides Miles who was still amazed how you talked with Venom.

Quickly he caught up with you, “so that thing in your head…what exactly is it?” he asked you. “Thing? I’m not a thing!” Venom got louder in your head, you chuckled at his actions.

“He’s an alien who was brought to earth, at first he wanted to kill everyone,” “still kinda do,” but now he wants to fight the bad guys,” you told Miles and ignored Venom’s comment. It wasn’t true, he was just being protective over you.

“An alien? That’s so cool, but is he like a parasite?” Oh, no. Venom hated the word ‘parasite’, “what did that little shit just say?” “Hey, calm down, he didn’t mean to be rude. Miles is just curious,” you tried to smooth Venom and excused yourself for a moment.

Miles stood back dumbfounded, processing what just happened as suddenly an arm wrapped over his shoulder, “you’ll get used to it,” Hobie shrugged.

When you were a few more steps away from them Venom’s head came from your shoulder looking as dangerous as ever. “You can’t take to heart everything that people say,” you said with a smile, “but I’m not a parasite,” he argued. You noticed him pouting to which you giggled, “don’t be sad, you’re not! Ignore it.”

Venom could be a real drama queen but enjoyed it just as much, he was just too cute when he was mad.

After he felt better you rejoined the group who now stood by Miguel’s platform, with one jump you were next to him. Miguel looked as grumpy as ever, once he saw you however his face lit up a little.

“We finished our mission successfully,” you told him with a proud smile as you came to a stop in front of him. “Mhm, I saw that…you did an amazing job mi amor,” the last part was only meant for your ears, whispered just loud enough for you to hear.

You interlocked your fingers with his and looked up at him with heart shaped eyes. Your expression held pure adoration for Miguel and his was no different.

Miguel would do everything for you - does everything for you. Because for him you were the apple of his eye, the one he got a second chance with and would never lose again.

“Miles meet Miguel O’Hara,” Gwen introduced the two, Miguel glared at them. He knew Miles already - hell he knew everyone - and wasn’t fond of the boy - okay there were like three or four people Miguel liked.

Suddenly Venom decided to make an appearance and stick his head out, moving between you and Miguel, “he called me a parasite,” internally you smacked Venom, that little drama queen. Miles jumped back once he saw what came from your shoulder, Venom did his usual scary face.

Miles caught himself and started telling Miguel how he could speak Spanish too, that he got him an Empanada. Long story short, Miguel didn’t like it and threw the Empanada across the room. From the corner of your eye, you saw Hobie snatching the Empanada which caused you to giggle lightly.

The sound made Miguel relax a little, but he was still in rage over Miles which was interrupted by Peter Parker, “go easy on him Miguel, he had a terrible teacher.”

Excitement overtook you as you saw him, “Mayday!” you shouted and jumped from the platform, “ten cuidado cariño,” Miguel called after you, concern laced in his tone. The toddler reached her hands out for you, and you gladly took her.

You walked with her back to Miguel, “hold on tight yeah?” you told her and jumped back up to Miguel.

“Oh, of course that would explain why he blows holes into the multiverse,” Miguel snapped at Peter, his words made your ears perk up. You thought you had ended the mission with success, but if there were holes then that would mean the opposite.

“I thought we were successful,” you voiced your concern to your boyfriend who looked at you. Suddenly he was at a loss of words, how could he tell you that saving the people was wrong? It tore his heart apart when he saw your disappointed expression, he decided on the only thing he could bear.

“You did, the mission you had was successful,” assured you, the answer had you confused. Was your mission different from the others?

When he spoke to you his voice turned softer, more considerate as when he talked to Miles and Peter. He didn't want to hurt your feelings hence why he couldn't tell you.

For a moment you studied him, you weren't stupid you knew something was up. The look on his face told you that saving the people was wrong, the canon had been broken. You pouted, you hated upsetting anyone, especially Miguel.

Miguel’s body language drastically changed, his once confident and intimidating posture faltered. His expression was helpless, “mi amor, please don’t pout, you did the right thing. It’s what you do,” his hand rested on your heated cheeks. You looked up at him, teary eyes and not knowing what to do.

“You don’t need to sweet talk me, we should’ve let the canon event happen and not stop it…,” you said, all of a sudden not being able to meet his eyes, instead looking down at your feet.

“Hold on, why is what she did right and I did wrong?” Miles questioned, pointing at you. He was offended, Miguel had lectured him and Gwen but you get away with it? “Shouldn’t she know better as well?” he added, taking a step forward.

Miguel turned back to the boy, face hard and a cold stare. He stood tall, posture back with a hint of possessiveness.

“It’s not the first time you blew a hole into the multiverse and you think you can just come here and act as if you didn’t do anything?” Miguel’s rage picked up with every second he looked at Miles.

The reason why he didn’t lecture you wasn’t because he loved you – though a part of him didn’t because of that – but because you went on the mission last minute. You weren’t supposed to come with them, you didn’t know what event had to happen.“Miguel, I’m sorry,” you said, trying to calm the situation, “don’t take it out on Miles,” you lifted your head to meet his eyes, hand gently touching his forearm.

Everything was wiped away the moment he heard your soft voice, felt your touch. His blood pressure calmed down, relaxing slightly when turned to meet your gaze. No, it wasn’t your fault, you shouldn’t have to apologize.

“This isn’t over, now go,” Miguel snapped at the three Spider-Man variants before giving you his full attention.

You felt guilty, maybe you shouldn’t but you did. You have been in the society almost as long as Miguel and should’ve informed yourself about the mission. Now here you were the reason Miles and Gwen got a lecture from your boyfriend while you thought the mission went well. Apparently not.

“Stop it, mi amor. I can see your thoughts running. You did nothing wrong, I could have told you what needed to be done,” his tone was soft, quiet.

Miguel laid his hands on your cheeks, thumb stroking over your temple and resting his forehead against yours. That was when he felt the first tear running along his hand, “vYou wrapped your arms around his middle, hugging him as tight as you could.

“I disappointed you,” you mumbled into his chest, fingers interlocking to keep him as close as possible. He closed his eyes, his heart burned with pain.

He hated seeing you fault yourself for something that wasn’t your fault. You also didn’t disappoint him, it was an impossible task, “mi amor, if there is one thing you could never do is disappoint me. Yes, you broke the canon, but you didn’t know what was canon and I will not fault you for that.”

You sniffed, his words only made it partly better but his hug. Oh, his hug made everything better. Miguel O’Hara gave the best hugs in the world.

— — — —

Miguel hated eating in the cafeteria. Everything and everyone was so loud, they wanted to talk, sit next to you and make their "funny" jokes.

You loved eating in the cafeteria. Everyone would tell their stories of whom they fought or just something funny.

If it weren't for you, Miguel wouldn't set a foot in there but you liked eating there so here he was. Sitting with you on one of the tables, as far away from everyone as possible.

He had his usual grumpy expression on while you told him about the cows you so the other day. Occasionally slipping Venom some of your french fries. The story of how you feed them warmed his heart, he could listen forever – until unwanted guests came.

"Hey, sunshine," Peter B. greeted you with Mayday sitting in front of his chest. The nickname was a common one amongst the spider people.

"Miguel, my friend! See I just wanted to come and ask you some things," he enthusiastically said and sat down beside him. Mayday escaped him and crawled towards you, Venom who had one of his tentacles out started playing with her.

"So I was thinking," Peter started and Miguel already let his head hang low, "why don't we make like a little get together to celebrate-," "dios mío, no," Miguel instantly shut down the idea.

"Come on, it will be fun!" Peter continued to try and convince Miguel, but it was no use.

"It's dangerous, we have missions and we can't ignore them," Miguel shook his head and went back to eating his food. Peter pouted and looked at you for help, you didn’t immediately notice him as you were busy with Mayday.

Once you did your eyes widened, quickly it downed on you what he was asking of you. “I think it could be fun, it doesn’t have to be big and nobody has to come.”

Miguel stopped eating and looked at you with a cocked brow, his expression was one you got often when you asked him for something because of someone else. Well he couldn’t exactly say no to you.

“Mhm, can’t say no huh?” Venom said to him as he showed his face, Miguel grumbled something under his breath which no one could make out.

“Fine,” he stated and got up from his seat to leave for his office, Venom turned his head to you, knowing you’d follow him. “You’re welcome! I’m already excited and we would love to come. Oh, you know what, I'm gonna bake some cupcakes with little spiders on top, they’re gonna look so cool!” you gushed at Peter with a huge grin before skipping after Miguel.

“Miguel this is gonna be so much fun, we gotta have music and food! Maybe you could bring some decoration, like these spider garlands you can get on Halloween,” you ranted, telling him all the ideas you had.

Your eyes were filled with excitement, it made Miguel happy to see how much you enjoyed planning this. He knew it was dangerous but maybe for one little moment it could be okay.

“Stop frowning,” you commented and nudged your hip against him, in response he rolled his eyes sitting down in his chair. Slightly offended, you gasped, “did you just roll your eyes at me.” Miguel chuckled and pulled you into his lap

“Don’t act as you never roll your eyes at me,” he argued to which you gave a huff, “I do not!”

His hands traveled along your waist, head leaning into the crook of your neck, “mhm, I seem to remember how your eyes roll when I have you filled to the brim with my cock,” his words made you shiver and cheeks heat up.

You whined when you felt his lips kiss along your neck, “Miggy,” he was teasing you. Arms wrapping around your waist to keep you close.

“How about we recreate that, mhm mi amor?” His voice was deep, filled with lust and you could feel his hardness pressing against your ass. Your panties were already drenched, thighs pressing together.

“Yup, that’s my que to leave.”

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chiffxna · 10 months

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A Love Too Dark (02)

The Marquis Vincent de Gramont x Reader

Chapter 02: Chaos and Risks

WARNING: THIS IS A DARK FIC.

This story will contain 18+ mature themes, dark romance, toxic behaviour, blood, violence, stalking, manipulation, a lot of smut, dubious consent, non-consensual content, yandere Marquis de Gramont, power play, and power imbalance, obsession, dark Marquis de Gramont, and abuse of power. The list will be added more as the story progresses. Minors, don't read.

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Several hours later, Yn finished her shift and she immediately changed her clothes, ending up with a long trench coat and a casual white T-shirt and jeans underneath. Just as she was about to leave the staff's changing room, she chanced upon Emily and the latter was quick to pull her back into the room to hear some tea. The two of them finally got the chance to talk since they were so preoccupied with their job in the casino.

"Yn! You better tell me exactly what happened with the Marquis!" exclaimed Emily with her eyes wide, glimmering with great curiosity to know more.

Yn chuckled, finding it humorous to see her close friend being this excited about some drama. Instead of answering, she asked, "Have you seen Mr. Malone?"

"Oh, he was looking over the result of the renovation. You know, the big renovation that made this casino shut down for a few hours yesterday," replied Emily. Then she hit Yn lightly on the arm and reprimanded her playfully, "Don't ignore my question! Tell me what happened!"

Yn sighed, knowing that the latter would not let her escape so easily. So she relented and apprised her of what had transpired in the VIP room.

"No way!" vociferated Emily, "That fuckwad is our boss now?!"

"He is our boss now," confirmed Yn.

Emily crossed her arms, looking displeased, "Damn, I don't like that. He sounds like a major asshole for what he said about Amy."

Yn nodded in agreement, "I know. But we can't do anything about it now that the deal is done."

"Yeah but it's a hard pill to swallow," Emily let out a sigh before she gave a burning stare at Yn and asked solemnly, "But... Did he say anything to you?"

Yn stayed quiet and Emily noticed it in an instant. The former did not tell her a single thing about her interaction with the Marquis. She felt embarrassed about what had occurred. She didn't want anyone to know about it. She wanted nothing more than to erase the memory of such a conversation and pretend like it never happened.

Emily could sense that there was something off with Yn's demeanor. She nudged her friend with her elbow and asked softly, "Come on, Yn. You can tell me. What did he do?"

Yn hesitated for a moment before murmuring, "He just…"

Emily was sitting next to Yn, her eyes focused and kind, as she waited for her friend to find the courage to share. The staff's changing room was empty, illuminated only by very few ceiling lamps, casting faint shadows on the walls. There was an air of calm in the quiet space, the only sound being their steady breathing.

After a quick consideration, Yn believed that it would be better not to tell anyone about the eerie interaction she had with the Marquis. She put on a fake smile and shook her head as if pretending that there was nothing to worry about. She then said, "It was nothing, really. All he asked was about the art I gave to Mr. Malone. That's all."

Emily's suspicion didn't wane as she looked at Yn intently. She knew her friend was hiding something but she decided not to push it any further. Instead, she stood up and patted Yn on the back reassuringly.

"Well, I hope that's all it was. Just be careful around him, okay?" Emily said with concern etched on her face.

Yn nodded, feeling grateful for her friend's concern and also for not pushing the subject more. She knew Emily long enough to know that she had a keen perception. But fortunately, she didn't persist and Yn was thankful for that.

"You just finished your shift, right?" asked Emily.

"Yeah, I have to go right now," answered Yn, "I'm worried about my sister at home."

"Oh yeah, you should go on ahead," said Emily, "Say hi to Sydney for me."

"Sure! See you next time, Em!"

As Yn stepped out of the staff's changing room, she felt a sense of relief for not having to disclose to someone about her odd interaction with the Frenchman. Plus, she didn't want to think about her interaction with the Marquis anymore. She just wanted to go home, take a hot shower, and forget about the day's events.

Yn managed to catch the last bus to her apartment, her mind still preoccupied with the events of the day. As she stepped off the bus, she saw her apartment building standing tall and proud in front of her. The building was old and had seen better days, but it was home, and it was where she felt the safest.

She walked up to her apartment and unlocked the door, stepping inside to be greeted by her cat who immediately leaped off of the couch and rushed towards her.

"Rosie!" Yn called for her in a sweet, high-pitched tone, "Where's Sydney?"

The cat reached her and brushed her own body against Yn's leg. She then gazed up at her owner and meowed at her for so long as if reprimanding her for being late.

Without warning, someone appeared in the corridor and walked toward Yn. It was Barbara, a middle-aged woman who was a cousin to Yn and often watched over Sydney when Yn wasn't available.

"Hey, how's your night?" queried Barbara with a grin.

"It was just okay," answered Yn, suddenly remembering the Marquis again when she was asked that. She shook her head, trying to dispel the image in her head, as she spoke, "By the way, thanks for taking care of Sydney for me again."

Barbara shrugged and waved it off, "No problem, Yn. You know I love her. She is easy to handle. Anyway, she's asleep in her bedroom now."

Yn smiled at Barbara and then she fetched her purse and took out several dollars. Yn was about to hand it to her cousin when the latter put up a hand and said, "Yn, don't. How many times have I told you that I did it for free?"

"I'm serious this time, Bar. Take it," said Yn as she pushed the dollars against her cousin's chest.

"No, take it back, sis," persisted Barbara as she grabbed the dollars and pushed them against Yn's hands.

"Please take it, sis," Yn pushed back, "I finished my shift later than usual after all."

"No, no, no," answered Barbara who countered, "I don't mind that at all."

That's when Yn firmly clasped Barbara's hand and smacked the cash into her palm with a loud clap, and insisted, "Just take it!"

As politely as she could, Yn kicked Barbara out of her apartment since the latter seemed like she was seconds away from throwing the cash back at her. Once all had calmed down, Yn chuckled, finding it amusing how the situation played out.

After ensuring that Rosie was well-fed, Yn quietly crept up to Sydney's bedroom. When she peeked inside, her stepsister was fast asleep, her blanket tucked tightly around her and her doll clasped close to her chest. A soft smile curved Yn's mouth, evidently warmed to see her looking well, before she closed the door and walked off.

The next morning, despite not having enough sleep due to Yn finishing her shift at the casino at two in the morning, woke up early and began to prepare breakfast for both her and Sydney.

"Yn! Morning!" greeted Sydney who had just woken up and entered the kitchen to see Yn preparing sandwiches.

"Good morning, Syd. Did you sleep well?" Yn asked, turning to face her stepsister with a smile.

Sydney nodded, "Yes! I dreamt that Peter Pan flew me out to Neverland! I flew in the sky, Yn!"

"Aww, that's amazing!" Yn replied as she finished preparing the sandwiches, "There. Now come, let's take a shower. We better hurry up for your school!"

Sydney jumped up and down with excitement and followed Yn to the bathroom, chattering on and on about her dream.

After they showered, got dressed, and had breakfast, Yn walked Sydney to school, holding her hand tightly the whole way. It took them ten minutes to arrive at her preschool.

Upon entering the school gate, Yn crouched down in front of Sydney and adjusted her clothing before saying with the same eye level as the young girl, "Alright, Syd. Be careful, okay? Don't be a mess and don't be naughty. Don't run around."

"Okay, Yn," replied Sydney, "Will you be back home early?"

Yn went quiet, staring at the little girl before her and perceiving the longing in her eyes. Yn did not tell anyone about her job as a bunny-girl in the casino. No one in her family knew, including Barbara. Such a job would stagger them all, especially her sick mom who would undoubtedly feel guilty for causing her daughter to work like that.

The pay as the bunny-girl in the casino was surprisingly tremendous and she got tips from the customers daily, despite having worn the mask the whole time. It helped her a lot in saving up enough money for her mother's treatment in the hospital. But the downside was that she had to return home past midnight. She couldn't spend much time with Sydney and the little girl evidently began to feel lonely despite being accompanied by Barbara.

Yn wished she could rest and be with Sydney, but the job at the casino provided her with an essential financial grounding. She needed it to survive, yet it left her feeling guilty for not spending enough time with her stepsister.

But with the way things were going, Yn knew it would take a while before she could finish paying the overall bill for her mother's medication. It pained her to think of deceiving Sydney, but she couldn't bear the thought of not being able to provide for her family. She felt emotionally torn and in the end, she knew her decision remained the same.

"I'll try to be back as soon as I can, okay?" Yn finally answered, brushing Sydney's hair away from her face, "But if I'm not, Barbara will be there."

Sydney pouted her lips in dejection and nodded, her eyes still pleading for Yn to come back early. But Yn merely frowned ruefully, knowing she had to go to the casino again tonight, just like every night, to earn the money she needed for her mother's treatments.

As Sydney walked into the school building, Yn stood outside, watching her step-sister disappear out of sight. She couldn't help but feel another pang of guilt for having to disappoint her stepsister like that. But she had to stay strong for her family. Everything was riding on her shoulder.

As she turned and waited for a bus, Yn couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. She was tired of deceiving her family, tired of returning home late past midnight, and tired of carrying the burden all by herself. But she reminded herself that she was doing it all for her mother. That thought alone gave her the strength to keep going.

In only a fraction of an hour, she had alighted from the bus and walked toward the cafe. Here, she was working a morning shift, since taking two jobs in one day was required for her to make enough money to stay afloat and pay her mother's medical expenses.

Yn made her way inside the building, her eyes scanning the familiar surroundings. There were only a few customers present at the moment, and she could see her co-workers bustling around in the kitchen and behind the counter.

After greeting her fellow coworkers, she made her way to the back of the cafe where the employees kept their belongings. She stripped off her coat and hung it up and wore the cafe company's apron over her casual clothing.

As Yn made her way to her assigned station, she couldn't help but feel a sense of numbness wash over her. She had been working non-stop for weeks and the exhaustion was starting to take its toll.

The day started busy as the morning rush began. She busied herself with serving the customers as a waitress, wiping down tables, and filling up condiment containers. She had been working as a waitress for a while now and she could say she was good at it. She was familiar with all the regular customers and knew exactly how they liked their coffee.

Eventually, the morning rush ended and the flow of customers coming in and out of the cafe since then had been slow. Yn's mind started to wander, thinking about her mother's treatments and the mounting bills that needed to be paid, feeling the weight of the responsibility on her shoulders.

As she was lost in thought, Yn felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned around to see Edric, one of her coworkers standing behind her. Edric had always had a crush on her and despite her polite rejections, he continued to care for her at work. She was grateful for his worry, but she didn't want to give him false hope.

"Hey, Yn. You okay?" Edric asked with a concerned look on his face.

Yn forced a smile, "Yeah, I'm okay. Just a little tired, that's all."

Edric nodded, "Why don't you take a break? I'll cover for you."

Yn was hesitant. She was about to deny the offer when she remembered that she had another shift that night. She didn't get enough sleep too. So this offer was an opportunity for her to rest and have some shut-eye. She finally nodded to him, "Thanks, Edric. Tell me when the boss comes back, okay?"

Edric chuckled, "Trust me. Big boss won't come back anytime today. He is with his mistress in Thailand."

She walked to the back of the cafe and sat down on a chair. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves.

But as she sat there in silence, finally resting up her mind, body, and spirit, she took the time to encourage herself. She knew it wouldn't be easy, but she was willing to do whatever it takes to provide for her family. Plus, she was close to collecting the overall payment of her mother's treatment bills. She was so close. All she had to do was endure for one or two months.

As she sat there, she couldn't help but let her thoughts drift to the possibility of a better life. What if she didn't have to work herself to the bone every day? What if she had someone to lean on? Someone to share the burden with? Someone who could provide for her and her family?

That's when the face of a certain Frenchman entered her mind.

She laughed at herself for considering such an idea, as she must have been quite tired. Plus, the Marquis de Gramont appeared to be arrogant and unapproachable. It would have been a disaster to pair with someone like him. Yn was thankful that it was only a fleeting thought.

Once she had enough rest, she went outside to clock in for the day and complete her job until her shift was over. With a friendly farewell to her coworkers, she then left the cafe and hopped on a bus bound for Sydney's preschool to pick her up.

As she stepped off the bus, Yn spotted Sydney playing with the other kids in the playground. The little girl's face lit up as soon as she saw her big sister walking towards her and she immediately rushed off. With a big smile, Yn held her hand and asked, "Hey, Syd. Do you want to visit mom in the hospital?"

"Yes, I want!" enthused Sydney.

Yn smiled, happy to see her sister excited. She knew that visiting their mother would lift their spirits and give them the strength they needed to keep going.

Together, they made their way to the hospital. Yn held Sydney's hand tightly, guiding her through the busy corridors until they reached their mother's room. Their mother looked weak and frail, but her eyes lit up when she saw her daughters. Yn took a seat beside her mother while Sydney sat down on the bed next to her mother's thigh.

"Mom!" crowed Sydney, "Are you okay, mom?"

Their mother beamed radiantly and nodded, "I'm as okay as I can be."

"How are you feeling, Mom?" Yn asked, concern etched on her face.

"I'm okay, dear. Just a little bored of staying in bed for so long," her mother replied, "I bet I couldn't feel my legs if I ever get out of this bed."

"Why can't you get out of bed, mom?" asked Sydney.

Their mom leaned forward to gently comb the little girl's hair with her fingers, "Because I need to rest, my dearie. Anyway, how's school?"

Sydney's face lit up at the mention of school, "It's great, mom! We learned about space today. Did you know that there are billions of stars in the universe?"

Their mother smiled, happy to see her daughter's enthusiasm for learning, "That's amazing, sweetie. How many planets are there?"

Yn smiled at the exchange between her mother and sister, grateful for the moment of joy amidst the hardships. Sydney chattered away about her day as her mother listened with a smile. Yn watched them both with a sense of bittersweet longing, knowing that their time together in the hospital was limited. But she pushed those thoughts aside and focused on the present moment, enjoying the simple joy of being together with her family.

"Oh, but Yn," her mom suddenly addressed her, "Why do you look so tired? You got them bags under your eyes."

A fake smile etched Yn's lips as she replied, "It's nothing, mom."

Her mom's face was filled with worry and concern as a small frown creased her forehead. She could tell that her daughter was exhausted. It was obvious. She could even feel the exhaustion radiating from Yn. The latter did apprise her about having two jobs daily. She knew her job as a waitress in a cafe, but she was clueless about her night shift. It was a mystery to her - one that Yn refused to tell her till now.

"Yn, there's something you're not telling me. Please, tell me what's going on," her mother urged with a gentle tone.

Sydney's mood fell as she observed the two grown women conversing. Yn averted her gaze from her mother and said with a fake facade, "I'm just tired, mom. But I'm so close to collecting the full payment of your medical bills, mom. I just have to endure this for one or two months."

"That's great and all but please don't do anything degrading because of me," said the mother, "It would kill me."

"Then you have nothing to worry about," smiled Yn and this time it was genuine, "I found a job with a night shift that doesn't make me do bad stuff. All I have to do is just be a waitress for the night. It'll be okay, mom."

Her mother sighed, "Okay then. You can skip a day or two to get enough rest too. Don't overwork yourself."

Yn's smile nearly reached her eyes, and her nodding was subtle but sure. Her mother watched her quietly for a moment, perceiving the stubborn look on Yn's face that showed she would not rest until she had collected enough money to pay off the hospital bills.

Then her mother suddenly spoke, "If only there is a rich man who loves you and could provide for you. You wouldn't have to work two jobs and tire yourself out like this."

Yn was taken aback to hear her mother bring up a subject like this. Immediately, the tall frame and face of the Marquis de Gramont resounded in her mind. She bashfully glanced away and chuckled to herself in incredulity as it was quite a coincidence that she had met one of the wealthiest men in France just the night before and now her mother was talking about finding someone like that.

Yn chuckled, "Mom, I can take care of myself and you two just fine. And love doesn't just come from money."

"I know that, dear," her mother replied with a smile, "I just want you to be happy and not have to work so hard."

Yn nodded, appreciating her mother's concern. She knew that her mother only wanted the best for her, but finding a rich man to take care of her wasn't exactly a priority. Her focus was on taking care of her family and making sure they were okay.

"I'll be okay, Mom. Don't worry," Yn reassured her mother with a small smile.

As the visit came to an end, Yn and Sydney hugged their mother tightly and promised to visit again soon. The both of them then made their way out of the hospital, hand in hand, and boarded a bus together to their apartment.

Once inside the apartment, Rosie greeted them with a pur. Yn checked the wall clock and realized she had two hours left to prepare before her night shift at the casino at eight o'clock in the evening. She had to call up Barbara again to take care of Sydney who was eating the donuts Yn brought from the cafe she worked the morning shift at.

She headed to her bedroom and shut the door, not wanting the little girl to overhear her. She then made the call and informed Barbara about the situation and needed her help once more. Barbara agreed to babysit Sydney again and would come by in a matter of minutes. With their conversation done, Yn went to her room to change and get ready for her night shift.

Yn was finally dressed and ready to leave in her long trench coat, but she decided to stay for a little while longer and watched a movie with Sydney. When Barbara showed up, Yn kissed Sydney on the forehead as a farewell and left, trying to ignore the guilt that bubbled up inside her upon seeing Sydney's despondent face at being babysat again.

As she entered the casino, Yn felt a sense of familiarity wash over her. She had been working there for months now, and it was her only source of income, apart from the café job. The casino was bustling with activity and she could hear the sound of slot machines in the background.

She went straight for the staff's changing room and met with her fellow bunny-girls. All of them seemed chaotic. More murmurs and chatters filled the room than usual. Just as Yn reached her makeup table, Emily rushed towards her and said, "Oh my God, Yn! Everyone knows now!"

"Know what?" quizzed Yn with wide eyes in curiosity and puzzlement.

"About the Marquis being our owner," Emily took a deep breath as if she had run a marathon to get to her makeup table, "Mr. Malone told some of us to be fast and gather at the lobby so we have to get ready early. He hasn't told us but the staff have already heard about the rumors."

Yn was probably the first person to know about that so she wasn't all that surprised. Though, she hadn't known about another assembly soon so she hurriedly started her skincare routine and makeup. Emily once again helped her by hanging her bunny costume next to her table.

Once their makeup and hair were done, Yn and the other bunny-girls headed out to the lobby to meet with Mr. Malone and the other staff members such as the bouncers, the kitchen staffs, and the cleaning service staffs. The lobby was already packed with customers since the casino had never closed since Yn finished her shift. As she advanced towards Mr. Malone, who was already standing there awaiting them, the woman couldn't help but feel a bit apprehensive.

"Alright," Mr. Malone began, "Good evening, everyone."

"Good evening," chorused the rest of the staffs.

"I have very exciting news for all of you," he stated with a beam, "Some of you may have heard it. Well, let me say this. It's all true. From now on, the Marquis de Gramont from France will be our owner and I will remain as the managing director. He will bring our casino to a whole new level with his resources and influence."

Some of the staffs glanced at one another, each one having their own opinion about having a new boss or having a question such as what kind of person he was. Mr. Malone continued, surveying the reaction of the employees, "I know some of you may have reservations or questions, but I assure you that he is a great man who cares for those under him. He has even given me a huge amount of money to be distributed to each and every one of you as a bonus."

There were gasps and cheers from the staff as they heard about the bonus. An applause resounded throughout the casino as they all were evidently jubilant upon hearing it. Yn also felt relieved about the bonus she's getting as she would need it so much for her mother's hospital bills.

"Also," added Mr. Malone, "One more thing. The VIP room will no longer be open to anyone. The Marquis wants to turn it into his office. Well, because..."

"Because I like the room."

A male voice, thick with a French accent, suddenly enacted from behind all of the staffs. All eyes were thrown in that direction and those who knew him were astounded to see it was the Marquis de Gramont in the flesh, striding towards them from the entrance door with his hands in his pants pocket. His bodyguard was following behind him. He was donning a three-piece suit again; this time the suit jacket was sparkly black, the waistcoat was black with glinting checkered texture, and his tie and shirt were both gray.

He was obviously the tallest person among them all as he reached them and stood behind the employees. He continued speaking, "And... the abstract painting inside it is what I want to see every day."

Yn couldn't help but be mesmerized by his striking appearance, admiring how the suit hugged his body in all the right places. Apparently, the others were feeling the same way too as they were nonplussed to see him among them. He stood out the most, even among the rich patrons of the casino.

"Sir!" Mr. Malone was startled as well upon seeing him, "I didn't know you were here already. You told me you would be late tonight."

The Marquis started advancing forward and the employees began to part a path for him like the Red Sea for Moses. With his hands in his pockets, he proceeded to the front, moving towards Mr. Malone when suddenly, his gaze shifted to the side and looked straight at Yn. He did not even scan through the staffs and look for her. It's as if he knew where exactly she was. It's like he had already looked for her beforehand.

Yn's heart skipped a beat as the Marquis's eyes met hers. She suddenly felt self-conscious in her revealing bunny costume. The Marquis' gaze was intense, almost as if he could see right through her. His eyes were an icy green, framed by dark lashes that made them appear even more piercing than usual. His expression was unreadable yet powerful. She felt as though he could see right through her as if he knew every thought that ran through her mind.

The Marquis' gaze lingered on her for a moment before he cast his eyes away and addressed Mr. Malone while striding at a slow pace towards him, "I did. But I finished it up as soon as possible to attend your assembly."

Mr. Malone coughed nervously, "Glad to hear it, sir. I was just telling the staff about you. It's great that you could make it here."

The Marquis stood next to Mr. Malone, facing the staffs around them, and said, "Of course. I would hate to miss this. Good evening."

"Good evening," all of the staffs answered back simultaneously.

"A pleasure to meet all of you," the Marquis said, his voice was spoken slowly yet with great charisma and smoothness that attracted everyone's attention. His French accent was thick as he added, "I am excited to work alongside all of you. I have a vision for this establishment, and I believe that together we can accomplish great things."

Yn couldn't help but feel a shiver run down her spine as the Marquis's gaze swept over her once more. There was something about him that made her feel nervous and intimidated.

"Great!" Mr. Malone spoke up, "Now, allow me to introduce each of the staff to you, sir."

As the Marquis and Mr. Malone walked around and got to know the workers, Yn observed how the bunny-girls behaved towards them as they were being introduced to the Frenchman.

"This is Sabrina, one of our most popular bunny-girls here," said Mr. Malone, gesturing to the busty lady in a bunny costume as he and the Marquis moved along the staffs' line.

Sabrina smiled flirtatiously and extended one hand out towards the Marquis, "I'm Sabrina. It's a pleasure to meet you, monsieur beau."

The Marquis raised an eyebrow, even glancing at her hand for a second or two, before taking her hand. His other hand was placed inside his pants pocket. The two of them exchanged handshakes and he replied with a smile, "Likewise."

The Marquis and Mr. Malone then moved to the next bunny-girl and the managing director spoke up, "This is Rachel. She is a very quiet girl."

Just like how he did with the other staffs, the Marquis shook hands again with Rachel who refused to make eye contact with him. His free left hand was still hidden in his pocket. The same thing happened to the other employees until both of them finally reached Yn.

Once the two of them stood before Yn, Mr. Malone began, "And this is-"

"Yn Ln," the Marquis uttered her full name out of the blue, cutting off Mr. Malone. The Marquis took a step closer to Yn and said with a cunning smile as he looked down at her, "It is a pleasure to see you again."

"It's nice to meet you too, sir," replied the anxious Yn as she grasped his hand which was reaching out to her. She then shook hands with the Frenchman, ignoring the way his hand felt huge against hers.

Suddenly, his free left hand was brought out of his pocket and he placed it atop Yn's hand which was still shaking with his right one. Both of his hands were covering hers and it filled her skin with warmth which she was uncertain if she liked it or not. His action caught her off guard and baffled her as he didn't do this to anyone before her. It seemed extra and unnecessary.

She felt every burning eye on them, watching their interaction. That made her feel all the more insecure. She didn't want to attract any attention, but the Marquis made it impossible. For a second she thought about running away to hide but she knew that would make her seem all the more embarrassing.

The Marquis' smirk widened as he kept a watchful stare on her. His fingers, which were on top of the back of her hand, then gave a few pats to her skin and he nodded at her while saying, "Let's work together."

Yn nodded her head with uncertainty, "Yeah..."

The Marquis' smile widened in satisfaction before he let her hand go. With a last piercing stare at her, the Marquis walked to the next bunny-girl and Mr. Malone introduced Emily to him. This time, the Frenchman shook hands with her normally, with his other hand hidden in his pocket.

As the Marquis continued to get to know the casino workers personally, Yn observed him quietly. She couldn't shake off the strange feeling that he gave her. There was something about him, something dark and mysterious that she couldn't quite put her finger on. She watched him move through the crowd with ease, his confidence and charisma drawing everyone towards him.

"Where's Amelia?" asked Sophia to the bunny-girls nearby.

"She texted me," answered Emma, "She said she's going to take a break today."

Emily spoke up, "Does she know about the Marquis being our owner now?"

"Yes, and she was so shocked she burnt herself while cooking," clarified Emma, "We were calling when I told her about it."

The Marquis and Mr. Malone then stood on the previous spot after having the former get to know the employees personally. The Marquis put on a friendly smile and said, "Thank you, everyone, for the warm welcome. I can tell that this is going to be a successful collaboration between us."

The staff members all smiled and nodded, some more enthusiastic than others. Yn couldn't help but feel a wave of anxiety wash over her as she realized that the Marquis would be her new boss - and she didn't know anything about him.

"Is there anything else you would like to do, sir?" asked Mr. Malone, "Before I dismiss them?"

"No, that would be all," replied the Marquis.

"Very well," Mr. Malone then turned to the employees and announced, "You heard him, everyone. You are dismissed. Now, chop chop! Give them two hundred percent! And don't forget your mask, ladies."

The staff members of the casino dispersed in an instant, each one headed straight for their station or their next task. Yn immediately walked off to grab a mask for herself. She had just put on a mask when Emily grabbed her arm and inquired her with wide eyes full of curiosity, "Hey, what was that about?"

Yn knew what she was implying but she still asked, "What was what?"

"You and the Marquis," pointed out Emily. Her black eyes looked deep into Yn's eyes as the former said, "The way he talked with you was so different."

"Em," Yn answered, "It was nothing. He was just being friendly."

Emily retaliated, "Being friendly is not like that! You know that trend on Tiktalk with the words, 'Stop looking at me with those eyes'? That's how he looked at you!"

"That's absurd," responded Yn as she walked towards the roulette table to tend to it, seeing the customers were already flocking around it.

"No, I saw it!" pressed Emily, "He was practically undressing you with his eyes!"

Yn couldn't deny the shiver that ran down her spine at the thought, but she brushed it off and focused on her job. She had to put the Marquis out of her mind as it was time for work.

She greeted the customers politely, even smiling although her mouth was concealed by the black mask she was donning, and announced she would be the dealer of the roulette table. Once the customers had placed their bets and chips, she began spinning the roulette wheel, calling out the numbers as they landed.

At one point, she had to wait for a customer to count his remaining chips and she looked around the casino, noting the busy yet fun atmosphere around them as the patrons gambled their savings away. That was when her eyes landed on the door of the VIP room.

The Marquis de Gramont stood tall and imposing with an air of authority and power as he commanded several foreign workers renovating the room as his office. She could see the paintings being brought in, framed in ornate gold frames, ready to be hung on the wall. He stood there silently, observing the workers around him as they went about their work. Then he chanced a glance in her direction and stared directly at her.

His gaze was intense, almost as if she was a painting and he was studying her from afar. She quickly tore her eyes away and resumed dealing with the game, trying to ignore the burning sensation in her cheeks. She could feel the Marquis' gaze on her, watching her every move. She tried to ignore it, but it was impossible.

As the night progressed, more customers came in, and Yn found herself getting busier by the minute. She barely had time to take a break, and when she did, it was only for a few minutes to catch her breath and drink some water.

After a few hours of work, Yn's shift ended. She was exhausted and eager to go home. Still in her revealing bunny costume and donning a black mask over her nose and mouth, she headed towards the staff's changing room when she realized there was a certain, noticeable change in her pathway.

A massive abstract painting hung on the wall of the open hallway leading to the changing room, easily visible from the main hall of the casino. Some of the patrons stood and chatted in front of it. The people around the painting whispered in awe and admiration, their hushed tones muffled by the sound of slot machines and other games in the casino.

Yn slowed down to a stop in front of the abstract art. With a pair of wide eyes of surprise, she stared up at the painting. Her entire body was facing it as she quietly admired it, mesmerized by the colors and shapes that seemed to dance before her eyes. As she stood there, she felt a presence behind her and turned to see the Marquis de Gramont standing tall, his eyes locked on her.

"Caught your eye?" he said, his voice low and smooth.

"Yeah..." she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

That's when the Marquis moved from behind Yn, slowly circling her and scanning her up close with his eyes. His eyes were unblinking as he slowly walked around her in a slow, counter-clockwise circle. He moved gracefully and with purpose, like a predator sizing up its prey. His gaze seemed to be studying her from all angles as if she was a prized possession.

Yn felt on edge as his eyes scanned her upside down and could almost feel the intensity of his gaze as if she was an art piece admired by him. His presence felt oppressive and overwhelming, and it was at that moment she truly felt what Emily had told her.

"He was practically undressing you with his eyes!"

"I bought it hours ago from a very talented artist," the Marquis said as he was still circling around her. His heavy French accent added a touch of sophistication to his words.

At some point, he tore his gaze away from Yn. His eyes became dark and cold as he glanced at the men nearby. His stare was ominous and serious, radiating an aura of power that commanded respect and screamed murder as if he was wordlessly telling them to scram. His presence was intimidating and oppressive and it made Yn feel smothered despite how huge the space was.

With his dark eyes locked on the people surrounding them, he continued speaking to the lady he ensnared and circled around on, "It represents the chaos and unpredictability of life. I find it quite fitting for a casino."

As Yn absorbed the Marquis's words, she couldn't help but feel a chill creep up her spine. The juxtaposition of his suave demeanor and the underlying sense of danger in his presence left her feeling trapped, like prey caught in a predator's snare.

Yn's voice trembled slightly as she responded with uncertainty, "It does look... nice..."

The Marquis's lips curled into a subtle, knowing smile as he glanced back at Yn, still circling around her leisurely and invading her personal space.

His voice, still low and smooth, resonated in her ears like a whisper laced with hidden intentions, "Yes, chaos has a certain charm, wouldn't you say? It pulls people in and seduces them with its tempting nature. And in this building of gamblers and dreamers, chaos reigns supreme."

Yn felt a surge of unease ripple through her as the Marquis' words echoed in her mind. There was something unnerving about what he said. It's as if he was hinting at something to her. Something so obvious to him yet so obscure to her. If she pondered about it so simply, only one thing crossed her mind. And it's downright sinful and filthy. There’s no way he was implying that, she thought.

As Yn stood there, enveloped in the Marquis' aura, she couldn't shake the feeling that there was far more to him than met the eye. The art, the chaos, the intensity of his gaze - all seemed to be pieces of a larger puzzle, one she wasn't sure she was ready to unravel.

While circling her and arriving behind her, the Marquis leaned in even closer to Yn, his hot breath tickling the back of her neck. She could feel his body heat radiating off of him, and her heart raced as his lips brushed against her ear.

"Tell me, ma lapine," he whispered as he looked from her seductive bunny costume to her eyes, "Do you like to take risks?"

Yn's heart pounded in her chest. She did not understand what 'ma lapine' meant. Her voice was barely audible as she responded, "I don’t..."

Her response hung in the air, her voice filled with trepidation. The Marquis pulled back slightly, his intense gaze still fixed on her.

"Don't what?" he asked, his tone laced with curiosity and a hint of amusement.

Yn hesitated, unsure of how to proceed. She felt trapped in the Marquis' web of intrigue, unsure of his intentions and the risks that lay ahead. Taking a deep breath, she mustered her courage and decided to respond honestly.

"I don't know if I like to take risks," Yn admitted, her voice wavering. "I've always been cautious."

The Marquis, just arriving in front of her while circling, regarded her for a moment, his expression inscrutable. Then, a small smile played at the corners of his lips.

"I can see you like to play it safe. But it can be tiresome," he said, his voice tinged with a hint of mischief. "Sometimes, the most exhilarating moments in life come when we dare to step out of our comfort zones."

Yn stayed quiet, knowing that he was somewhat right, but she could not find it in herself to take any risk. Not when the consequence of her failure may result in her mother’s fall to her illness. No. She had to remain cautious, even if she was so close to earning enough money for the full payment for her mother’s medical treatment.

Yn responded, her voice clearly laced with wariness, "But it's also important to consider the consequences.”

The Marquis chuckled softly, his gaze never leaving hers.

"Ah, consequences," he mused, his voice carrying a note of intrigue. "They are indeed part of the equation. But sometimes, the rewards outweigh the risks. It all depends on how far you're willing to go."

He stopped his circle around Yn and stood beside her. He inched closer to her and whispered, “Don’t worry. I will help you know the pleasure of taking a risk.”

That was when she felt warm skin touch her back. She did not have to look to know it was the Marquis’ hand. He slowly moved the aforementioned limb to her waist and grasped it, sensing that his hand fit there perfectly. The Marquis chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that sent shivers down Yn's spine.

"Tonight is the perfect night to find out," he said, his voice low and dangerous.

Yn's eyes gradually widened in terror as she registered his words. She took a step away from him, feeling a surge of fear coursing through her veins, and his hand was released from her waist. At that moment, she felt a deep sense of unease and danger. She was now certain that the Marquis de Gramont's intentions were far from innocent, and she realized she had unknowingly stumbled into a precarious situation.

Fear gripped Yn as she realized she was alone with this mysterious man in a secluded open hallway of the casino. The art viewers surrounding them moments ago had disappeared without her notice. She glanced around, hoping to find an escape route or someone who could help her, but the casino seemed to be engulfed in its own world of oblivious gamblers.

Knowing that she had to do something to save herself, Yn mustered her strength and replied, her voice shaky but determined, "I... I'm sorry, but I have to go."

The Marquis smirked as if he found her denial funny, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and something far more lustful and sinister. His voice was laced with a subtle threat as he said, "Oh, but the night is young."

Yn's instincts screamed at her to leave, to escape from this unsettling encounter. She glanced around, searching for an exit, but the Marquis positioned himself between her and the nearest door. Panic began to take hold as she realized the gravity of her situation.

"Please, I need to go," she said, her voice a tad stronger now, though it trembled slightly.

Not waiting for any response, Yn swiftly sidestepped the Marquis and briskly walked away, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn't shake off the feeling of his eyes burning into her back as she hurried towards the staff's changing room.

Just as she opened the door, the Marquis' voice, thick with his French accent, spoke up, "Cherish this moment, ma lapine. It may be the last time you can escape."

Yn's hand froze on the doorknob, and she slowly turned her head to look back at the Marquis. He was standing with his whole body facing her, his hands on his hips, exuding an aura of ominous confidence as if he knew everything would go his way eventually. His gaze pierced through her, and a chill ran down her spine. She could sense a dark and malevolent undertone in his words as if he was hinting at something far more sinister than she could comprehend.

Without uttering another word, Yn quickly entered the changing room and closed the door behind her. Once safely inside, she locked the door behind her and leaned against it, her breathing heavy and rapid. She was relieved that the room was devoid of anyone. The encounter had left her shaken and wary, but she knew she needed to act fast.

Yn quickly changed out of her bunny costume, discarding it and the black mask. She retrieved her belongings and decided it was best to leave the casino immediately. As she stepped out onto the bustling streets, she couldn't shake off the feeling of being watched, as if the Marquis's intense gaze was still fixed upon her.

Determined to put the encounter behind her, Yn hastened her steps to make it back home. She hopped onto the bus that she normally took and plopped down on one of its seats. Despite her efforts, thoughts of her earlier encounter with the Marquis de Gramont filled her mind: his piercing gaze and sinister words refused to go away. To take her mind off things, Yn shifted her gaze out the window where the city lights streaked past in a colorful blur.

The bus ride felt longer than usual, and Yn's unease only grew with each passing moment. She couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, as if the Marquis was somehow still present, his presence lingering in the shadows. Soon enough, in minutes, the bus finally arrived at her stop and Yn hastily got off.

Walking briskly through the dimly lit streets, Yn couldn't help but glance over her shoulder every now and then, her senses on high alert. The night seemed eerily quiet, and she couldn't shake off the feeling of being followed. Her footsteps quickened as she made her way toward her apartment building, her heart pounding in her chest.

Finally reaching the safety of her building, Yn loosened up a bit as she stepped into the well-lit lobby. She greeted the security guard with a tense smile, trying to appear calm and composed despite the fear gnawing at her insides. She hurriedly made her way to the elevator, pressing the button repeatedly, urging it to arrive faster.

As the elevator doors closed and she ascended to her floor, Yn's mind was still consumed by thoughts of the Marquis. She wondered what he had meant by his parting words and what kind of situation she had unwittingly walked into. The encounter had left her shaken and wary of everything that moved, and she couldn't help but question her own safety.

Finally reaching her apartment, Yn quickly unlocked the door and stepped inside, immediately feeling a sense of relief as she closed and locked it behind her. She leaned against the door, taking a moment to catch her breath and calm her racing thoughts. It was in the safety of her own space that she could begin to process the events of the night.

Suddenly, a meow was heard in the silence of the apartment and Yn jumped in complete fright, yelping quietly, before she glanced down and realized it was her cat, Rosie. She was innocently moving closer to the spooked owner and brushed her body against Yn's legs.

"Yn?"

Yn brought her eyes up from the floor and looked to see it was Barbara. The latter stared at her in bewilderment and curiosity and quizzed her, "What's wrong? You look like you saw a ghost."

Yn took a deep breath, trying to steady herself and regain composure. She realized that she must have appeared quite shaken to Barbara, and she didn't want to alarm her cousin unnecessarily.

"It's... it's nothing," Yn replied, forcing a smile onto her face. "I just had a strange encounter at work."

Barbara's eyebrows furrowed with concern. "What happened?"

Yn faked a smile and shook her head as if wordlessly indicating to not ask any questions. She said, "Nothing. Where is Sydney?"

Barbara gestured to the little girl's bedroom and replied, "Asleep in her bedroom..."

Yn let out a sigh and told, "Okay. Thanks, Barbara."

The cousin stared at her quietly, clearly getting the message that Yn did not want to talk about whatever it was that bothered her.

"Alright," Barbara grabbed her belongings and went to the door. She turned to Yn and said with a stretched smile, "Just call me if you ever need help or a friend. Take care of yourself, okay?"

Yn smiled gratefully at Barbara's offer of support, "Okay. Thank you again, Bar."

Barbara nodded and exited the apartment, leaving Yn alone with her thoughts. After ensuring that Sydney was sound asleep, Yn decided to pour herself a glass of water in the kitchen. As she stood by the sink, she took a few deep breaths, trying to calm her racing thoughts.

As she sipped her water, Yn pondered for a long while in the safety of her humble abode. She knew that no matter what, she had to return to the casino the following evening. Much as she disliked it, she needed the job more than she wanted to admit, even though the Marquis was her boss.

After a long contemplation, she arrived to a conclusion. Her plan was simple: stay away from him. Avoid being in close proximity with him and avoid any chance of having to talk to with him at all. Make sure she never found herself alone inside the casino walls. She would do whatever it took to keep her distance from him, no matter the cost.

Once she got enough money for the payment of her mother's medical bills, she would quit and leave the casino without looking back.

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daddy halsin • part 1

ships: halsin/astarion, halsin/shadowheart, general tadpolycule with a sprinkle of bladeweave

tags: explicit sexual content, daddy kink, dry humping, cock warming, subspace, kink discussion, exhibitionism

i mentioned this briefly in my tadpolycule headcanons post but i wanted to expand on it so have a few halsin daddy kink drabbles!

Halsin nagging Astarion about his well-being and Astarion getting prickly about it. The Druid is really starting to push his buttons, riling up the vampire’s temper because how he dare he suggest that a bit of rest, a bath in the stream, and a warm meal might help him feel better? Astarion’s coping mechanisms are just fine, thank you very much.

“Why, of course I’ll do as you say, dad.”

It’s meant to be scathing but it makes Halsin’s expression soften with curious interest, taking Astarion by the waist and bringing him close.

“I don’t mean to push you, little one,” he hums, kissing the vampire’s forehead, brushing his hair back, lips finding his ear. “Would you like me to take care of you instead?”

Halsin’s question is as sweet as it is erotic, an open-ended offer that Astarion can take a run with in any direction he’d like. It’s a little overwhelming and words fail him, but he wants Halsin to keep touching him, to keep talking to him like that. It makes him feel small and delicate and safe, Halsin pulling him closer and stroking his lower back, peppering kisses all over his face until he can’t possibly maintain that pout a second longer.

“Good boy, always such a good boy for me,” Halsin babbles against his neck at some point when Astarion rolls his hips forward, grinding against his thigh. He encourages him along with kisses and low whispers of praise until the vampire is outright rutting into him, chasing his relief with labored moans.

“That’s it, come for Daddy.”

Shadowheart knows exactly what she’s doing, but doesn’t quite have the language to describe this particular kink of her’s. What she does know is that Halsin is a brutally doting lover and he encourages her to relax into that submissive space, to let him care for her and reduce her down to something small and helpless.

He’s holding her against his chest, thighs spread over his lap and soaked cunt stuffed with him. Halsin’s hands stroke tenderly through her hair, lacing the unbound locks into an intricate braid while she mewls and weakly rocks her hips.

“Hush, sweet girl,” he chides, “hold still until I’ve finished.”

Shadowheart whines but her squirming does stop as she leans forward, pressing her face against the muscle of Halsin’s chest. Her hair slips from his fingers and he huffs with annoyance at the loss of his place in her braid, but he’s quick to return to the task at hand. Always so calm and collected, it makes her want to rile him up even more.

“Are you almost done, Daddy?” She asks, voice innocent and small against his skin. She can feel his cock twitch where it’s buried inside her, feel the pleased groan reverberating through her body.

“Oak Father, preserve me,” he mutters, losing his grip on her braid once more, his hands circling almost entirely around her waist, “I am nowhere near being done with you, little dove.”

Karlach, though much smarter than most give her credit for, can be incredibly oblivious to innuendo and lacks a basic verbal filter. If it comes to her mind, she will say it without much consideration for double meanings or potential interpretation. So, when they return from a very successful mission, indulging in some celebratory wine and a bit of cuddling around the campfire, she speaks without thinking.

“Y’know, you’re some real solid Daddy material, big guy,” she’d remarked, clapping a hand on Halsin’s shoulder.

A stunned shock passed over the rest of their companions, her statement silencing the buzz of conversation. Astarion gawks at her from where he’s sprawled over Halsin’s lap, Shadowheart is biting back a wine-drunk remark, and Gale goes entirely red in the face, hiding against a stunned Wyll’s shoulder.

“What? You all saw how well he did with those pipsqueaks,” Karlach continues, looking to Halsin for reassurance that she hadn’t said something egregiously offensive by referencing his skill in soothing the group of scared children they’d encountered.

The tension breaks when Halsin laughs, rich and warm, readjusting his arms around Astarion’s waist.

“I do have some experience fulfilling that role,” he agrees with a hint of that gorgeous, wholesome grin stretching his features, “isn’t that right, little one?”

Astarion stammers, at a loss for words, cursing the way his face heats up with the remnants of his feeding, a generous helping of Halsin’s blood yesterday with a side of Wyll to tide him over just before their mission.

“Daddy asked you a question,” Shadowheart chimes in, her tone taunting and utterly bratty, unbidden and flushed by the wine she’d drank, “you really ought to answer it.”

Karlach only really begins to put the pieces together when Shadowheart worms her way into Halsin’s lap and their evening of celebration devolves into the cleric and the vampire taking turns choking on the Druid’s cock. She’ll ask Gale about it later, and he’ll spend an hour explaining to her the sexual implications and eroticization of the simple familial term.

“Is it the same for… other words?” Karlach asks, serious as a scholar. She’d taken to calling herself Mama in a joking, unserious way, but she’d noticed her goofy remarks along the lines of ‘come give Mama K some sugar’ always seemed to have an effect on Shadowheart.

“There are some who enjoy referring to their partner as Mommy or variations of it, or being called such by a partner—“ Gale starts and Karlach burst into laughter.

“By the Hells, Teach, that sure explains a lot!”

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The Truth - TOH Hunter x Reader

Summary: Hunter tells Reader about the whole Grimmwalker thing

Warnings: possible spoilers for Hollow mind and Thanks to them

You can tell that something's wrong, that something's bothering him. He's been quieter than usual, distancing himself not only from you but everyone else. Well, everyone else except for Willow.

It's something you've feared for a while now. He's been getting closer to her, and you can't help but worry that your relationship is nearing its end.

You can't blame him. She's considerate, powerful, courageous, and so much more. She'd be perfect for him...

At this point, it seems inevitable. He's going to break up with you. At first, it hurt; well, it still hurts, but not nearly as much as it did in the beginning. You're trying to accept it. You love him. You'll always love him. You love him enough to let him go if it means he'll get the happiness he's always deserved.

"(Y/N)?" He asks you one evening, visibly nervous. "Can I talk to you outside?" You nod, faking your best smile. "Of course."

It's time.

You take a deep breath in an attempt to calm yourself before following him out of the door and onto the porch. You sit down next to him on the bottom step, anxiously fidgeting with your hands.

He takes a deep breath of his own, "You can do this, Hunter," he mumbles to himself. "There's something, umm..." He pauses, trying to find the right words, "I'm not—it's just–" he sighs, burying his head in his hands. "Titan, I knew this would be hard but I thought I was more prepared than this..."

I'm not in love with you anymore. You can imagine him saying it. It's probably what he wanted to say. You turn your head away from him, quickly wiping away the few tears that managed to escape your eyes.

"Are you going to break up with me, Hunter?" You ask, sniffling. "What?" He exclaims in shock, looking terrified as he turns to look at you. "N-No! Never! Why would you think that?" He blurts out, voice laden with fear and confusion.

"You—You're crying– Oh my titan," he gasps, moving to gently wipe away your tears. "Tell me what's wrong. Please! I need to fix whatever I did."

You sniffled again. "You didn't do anything wrong... I'm just being insecure..." He frowns, "You can tell me what's bothering you, you know that, right?" His hands move to cup your face, "You've always been there for me, and I'll always be here for you."

You lean into his touch. "Nothing makes me happier than knowing that you've made more friends," you explain, "But, something's been bothering you recently, and you've been distant. Willow seems to be the only one you want to be around anymore... I'm afraid you don't love me anymore because you've fallen for her."

You gently move Hunter's hands off your face, leaning away from him. "I love you so much. If you're happier with her than I want you to be with her, it's what you deserve."

Small amounts of tears welled up in his eyes, and he quickly wiped them away. "Willow is one of my best friends, but that's all she is. I don't want her. I want you. I've only been spending so much time with her because I had to tell you something important but I was afraid that you'd... sorta... Break up with me..."

You tilted your head slightly in confusion. "Willow was helping to reassure and prepare me to tell you," he elaborated. A mix of relief and concern flooded you.

"What did you want to tell me that had you so scared?" You questioned. He took a deep breath, "You can do this, Hunter..."

"Do you know what a Grimmwalker is?" He asks, looking away. You think for a moment. "I think I read about them in a book once. They're clones that come from a whole bunch of different ingredients. Bones of who they originated from and whatnot, if I recall correctly."

He nodded slowly, "I'm a Grimmwalker. When Luz and I got trapped in Belos's mind we found out. He created me, (Y/N). I don't even know who or what I am. I don't know if I'm human, a witch, or something entirely different. I... I don't even know if you'll still love me now that you know."

With tears streaming down his face he refused to look at you. "Hunter..." You whispered. "Hey... Look at me," you said softly, gently grabbing his face and turning him to look at you. "Why would I stop loving you? You didn't choose how you came into this world. It's not your fault."

You smile warmly, "I can't stop loving you. I don't care about who or what you may or may not be, all I care about is that you're you." He blushes lightly as you proceed to gently kiss his tears away.

"You aren't mad or anything because I'm a Grimmwalker?" He hesitantly asks. You shake your head, "No. Absolutely not." He smiles, "I love you." You grin, "Love you, too."

#the owl house #toh #toh x reader #the owl house x reader #toh hunter #the owl house hunter #toh hunter x reader #the owl house hunter x reader #hollow mind spoilers #thanks to them spoilers

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Capitol Punishment III

Haymitch x Reader

Summary: The Capitol continues to torture it’s victors no matter how long ago they won through punishment, exploitation, and worst of all; their relationships.

A story in which Haymitch’s lover is a plaything for the Capitol.

Warnings: Canon level violence, rape (though never explicit), alcohol, murder, systemic poverty, exploitation, rebellion (?), more reliance on movie than book, suicidal thoughts

Word Count: 3.0K

Part II | Masterlist | Part IV

You, Cinna, and Effie were all eagerly sat on the couch in the living room of the penthouse waiting for Katniss and Peeta to return from their individual session with the game makers. You were discussing game outfits with Cinna when Effie suddenly interrupted you. “Y/N where is Haymitch?” she demanded.

“Calm down,” you began, “he’s down in the training area waiting for them.”

Before Effie could huff anymore the elevator dinged and out stepped the tributes and Haymitch. Haymitch made a beeline for the bar again as Katniss and Peeta approached the couch. “So how’d it go?” you asked.

“Katniss shot an arrow at them,” Peeta jumped in to answer.

“Peeta!” Katniss scolded.

“Katniss!” Effie shrieked. “Why would you do such a thing?”

As Haymitch rounded the couch, drink in hand, he gave Katniss an emphatic thumbs up. You were glad to she a smile tug at her lips, probably the first since she’s gotten here. “Calm down,” Haymitch told Effie as he sat next to you, throwing an arm over your shoulder.

“Calm down? This reflects badly on all of us!” she huffed.

Haymitch just ignored her. “Tell Y/N what you said,” he laughed.

Katniss chuckled, looking down at her hands. “Thank you for your consideration.”

Haymitch laughed again, repeating the line as Caesar Flickerman appeared on the screen, rattling off numbers until he got to District 12. “From District 12: Peeta Mellark. 8.” Everyone erupted into excited gasps until they were quelled by Caesar’s voice. “Katniss Everdeen. An 11.”

Had you not gotten so good at keeping your face blank, your jaw would’ve dropped. An 11? That was practically unheard of. “I thought they hated me,” Katniss said in disbelief.

“They must’ve liked your guts,” Haymitch answered.

“And your accuracy,” you added.

Cinna then stood up, glass raised. “To Katniss Everdeen, the girl on fire!”

You and Haymitch were stood with the other victors and tributes who had already gone, huddled around the screens displaying the tributes’ interviews. You watched intently, the career districts dazzling the audience as always. As for the poorer districts they were all clearly very uncomfortable, boring the audience. You had been a lot like them. You were very uncomfortable with the skin tight, almost sheer dress you had been put in and you gave short, quiet answers to Caesar’s questions.

You watched as Katniss entered the stage looking dazed, tension clawing at your throat. “She’s gonna pass out,” you commented to Haymitch who had a hand rested on your hip.

“She’ll be fine. She’s the girl on fire, people will eat it up.” You only nodded, eyes still locked on the screen as Caesar welcomed her to the stage.

Caesar made a comment, waiting for a reply but all he got was a “What?” from Katniss.

“I think someone’s a little shy,” he laughed gently. “I said that was quite and entrance that you've made at the Tribute's parade the other day. Do you want to tell us about it?”

“Well, I was just hoping that I wouldn't burned to death.”

The crowd erupted into laughter, meanwhile Katniss still looked like she was going to throw up. “When you came out of that chariot, I have to say… My heart stopped. Did any of you experience this as well?” he asked the crowd which let out an applause. “My heart stopped.”

“So did mine,” Katniss breathed, earning another laugh.

“They love her,” you said in awe.

“Yeah they’re liking the vulnerability and the girl on fire thing,” Haymitch said, taking a swig from his drink.

“Now tell me bout the flames. Were they real?” Caesar asked.

“Yes,” Katniss answered with a slight smile. “In fact I'm wearing them today. Would you like to see?”

You clutched Haymitch’s blazer as the crowd began cheering.

“Wait wait wait. Is it safe?” Caesar asked. Katniss smiled and nodded, standing up. She faced the audience before spinning around, flames erupting from the bottom of her gown. “Woah woah woah! Steady!” Caesar called as Katniss’s spins slowed. He helped her sit back down, giving her a second to gather herself. “Katniss, that was something. That was something. Thank you for that. I have one more question for you. It's about your sister,” he paused for a second taking her hand. “We were all very moved, I think when, you volunteered for her at the reaping. Does she come to say goodbye to you?”

“Yes,” Katniss’ voice echoed across the now silent audience. You could see everyone looking incredibly sympathetic towards her.

“And what did you say to her in the end?”

“I told her that I would try to win. That I will try to win for her.” The crowd ‘awed.’

“Of course you did. And try you will,” Caesar said solemnly before take her hand and standing up. Back to him normal, excited presenter self he yelled, “Ladies and gentlemen, from District 12, Katniss Everdeen, The Girl On Fire!”

“They ate that up,” Haymitch celebrated, jostling you a bit. “Sponsors will be clamoring to help her.”

Katniss then walked in, spotting you and Haymitch just as Peeta was entering the stage. “Nice job, sweetheart,” Haymitch complimented. “And nice dress.”

“Thanks,” she muttered before turning her attention to the screen.

Peeta was sat on the chair next to Caesar, looking very comfortable with the spotlight. “How are you finding the Capitol? Don't say with a map,” Caesar said with a laugh.

“Uh, it's uh… different. It's very different,” Peeta said with a suave smile.

“Different? In what way? Give us an example.”

“Uh okay, well the showers here are weird.” The crowd laughed.

“Showers?”

“Yes.”

“We have different showers,” Caesar told the audience.

“I have a question for you Caesar,” Peeta leaned up a little. “Do I smell like roses to you?” he asked very seriously even.

“Um…” Even Caesar, a seasoned professional, seemed surprised by the question.

“Do I?” He seemed especially surprised when Peeta leaned closer, gesturing Caesar to smell him. “Do I?”

“Yeah,” Caesar agreed. “Do I smell like it?” The audience once again roared with laughter as Peeta smelled the host.

“You definitely smell better than I do,” Peeta said, leaning back.

“Well I’ve lived here longer.”

“That makes sense.”

None of the other tributes’ interviews held a candle to Peeta’s. The Capitol was eating up his charming banter and they had adored Katniss’ awkwardness coupled with her image as the girl on fire. You glanced around the room, finding the career tributes sending side eyes to Katniss. Some were trading their glares between Katniss and her district partner on the screen.

You were brought from your thoughts by Caesar’s next question. “So Peeta tell me… is there a special girl back home?”

Peeta chucked bashfully. “No, not really.”

“No? I don't believe it for a second. Look at that face. Handsome man like you, Peeta. Tell me.”

Peeta licked his lips, the only sign of nervousness tonight. “Well, there a… there's this one girl that I had a crush on forever. But I don't think she actually recognize me until the reaping.”

“Well… I'll tell you what Peeta. You go out there and you win this thing. And when you get home, she'll have to go out with you. Right folks?” The crowed cheered.

“Thanks but I uh… I don't think winnings gonna help me at all.” Peeta was picking at the arm of his chair, not making eye contact. “Because she came here with me.” All three of you froze, both you and Haymitch slowly turning to look at Katniss. She had a look of shock that slowly morphed into anger.

The crowd broke out into sounds of sympathy and shouts of support.

“Well, that's bad luck,” Caesar said, surprised again for the second time this interview.

“Yeah. It is.”

“And I wish you all the best of luck.”

You, Haymitch, and Katniss headed towards the elevators, Katniss still silently fuming. Once you pressed the button, Peeta rounded the corner to meet you. Katniss made a beeline for him, pushing him over into a table, knocking over a vase which broke. “What the hell was that?” she demanded.

“Stop it!” Haymitch yelled, standing between them.

“He made me look weak,” she seethed.

“He just did you a favor,” Haymitch countered. “He made you look desirable. Which in your case can’t hurt sweetheart.” Ice rushed through your veins as you realized what Peeta just did to Katniss should she be the one to come out of the games.

You stepped over broken glass, towards Peeta. “C’mon,” you said, gesturing to help him up. He reached up towards you but stopped when he saw blood coming from hi palm. “It’s okay,” you dismissed his concerns about getting you dirty, “we’ll get that bandaged up.”

He took one of your hands with his non-injured one, allowing him to stand up. “We’ll go to the infirmary. See you up there?” Haymitch nodded, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead before facing the elevator once more.

You led Peeta down the hall, finding the training room and the infirmary just off of it. “Hello?” you called, expecting someone to be there. You got no reply.

“I don’t think anyone’s here,” Peeta said, still applying pressure to his palm.

“Yea, me too. Why don’t you sit down, I’ll find some gauze and bandages,” you requested, guiding him towards a chair. You then went into one of the back rooms, finding all the supplies you’d need. You grabbed them, walking back out towards Peeta. “Let me see,” you tugged on his hand, squatting down. “So, was that thing about Katniss real?” you asked, dabbing blood away from the wound.

“Yeah,” he said bluntly, seeming to have nothing else to lose. “I used to watch her walk by to school every day.”

“Well, sorry she kind of rejected you,” you laughed. Fortunately he did too.

“Yeah, definitely one of the harsher rejections.”

“Well if it’s any consolation, the sponsors absolutely loved you.”

“Hey, what’s your deal with sponsors?” Peeta asked. You froze, trying not to show it. “I mean you change whenever sponsors are mentioned.”

You huffed. No point in keeping this kid in the dark. “Because the sponsors who saved my life feel… entitled to me. And it’s become this situation where people pay Snow, and in return they get me for the night.”

“Oh…” Peeta said. “I’m sor-”

“Don’t be,” you cut him off. “It’s the price I pay for getting to love Haymitch. If not for him, I’d be long gone by now.”

“Do the people know about you and Haymitch?”

“No, Snow wants me to seem available. Even if we were allowed to be a couple publicly I doubt it’d change much. The Capitol loves to take things from the districts. I suppose my… predicament is also Haymitch’s punishment.”

“Can I ask— and I don’t mean to be rude—” you laughed internally at that. You were pretty sure this kid didn’t have a rude bone in his body. “Why are you with Haymitch? He’s like 15 years older than you and an alcoholic.”

You chuckled a little at the ridiculousness of it. Many others who knew about your relationship had asked you the same. “Because he was there for me my entire games. Even after he was beaten down by the Capitol and cynical about the world, he was there for me, meanwhile I had absolutely no one else. I won my games out of spite… Haymitch has become my only reason to live.” Peeta sat speechless, not sure what to say. “C’mon,” you said, taping down his bandage, “let’s get you to bed.”

You headed upstairs, making small talk as if you hadn’t just poured out your heart to this kid. You made your way into Haymitch’s room where he was laying on the bed, watching a holographic television. “Hey, how’s the kid?”

“He’ll be fine, just sucks he has to go into the arena with a cut open hand,” you said, lying down next to Haymitch. He rolled closer to you, pulling down the neckline of your dress a little, revealing bruises you didn’t cover up with makeup. Your presence had been requested by a Capitol man not long after Katniss’ 11 was announced. As he was using your body he demanded to know how Katniss scored an 11 and when you refused to tell him, he got violent until a couple avoxes that had been in the room had to pry him off of you.

“They’re getting more violent,” Haymitch noted, an edge of anger in his voice. “Y/N this is getting really dangerous.”

“There’s nothing either of us can do about it,” you sighed. “I’m doing this until I’m no longer desirable.”

“You’ll always be desirable to me,” Haymitch murmured, pressing his lips to yours. He rolled more so he was on top of you, sliding his hands down your body.

You placed a firm hand on his chest, pressing against him. Taking the hint Haymitch pulled away from you. “Not right now, I want to wash him off me first.”

“Yeah, of course. Take as much time as you need,” he said, pressing a peck to your lips before getting off of you.

The next morning both you and Haymitch walked Peeta to his tube, Katniss having decided to go with Cinna, the two of them becoming close over the past couple days.

“Remember, run away from the Cornucopia, nothing in there is worth getting killed in the first two minutes,” you advised. “If you join an alliance leave early, remember no one in there is your friend. Only one person comes out.”

Peeta nodded nervously, standing in front of the platform.

“I really do, sincerely hope I get to see you again,” you said, pulling him into a hug.

As you stepped back, Haymitch reached forward, taking Peeta’s hand, shaking it. “We’re going to try our best to help you in there.”

You watched nervously with the other victors as the time counted down. “3… 2… 1.” The tributes ran to the cornucopia. You watched as Peeta ran off into the woods along with two others. As for Katniss she ran towards the cornucopia, stopping only a couple feet in. She looked around, trying to figure out what to do as you internally cursed her for not having a plan.

Fortunately all the career tributes who had weapons were too distracted, slaughtering the others tributes who also went for supplies. Which gave Katniss enough time to decide to grab a backpack further away from the cornucopia than the weapons. She was suddenly knocked to the ground by another fleeing tribute before he was taken down by the girl from District 2 with the knives. She flung another one at Katniss which would’ve hit her in the chest had she not used the backpack as a shield. Taking the knife out of the backpack, she ran for the trees. Fortunately the girl with the knives lost interest in Katniss.

By the time the bloodbath was over there were 11 dead children, and you needed a drink. Seemingly reading your mind, Finnick appeared with a whiskey. “Sorry about your tribute,” you muttered into the drink.

Finnick shrugged sadly. “He was only 12. Didn’t have much of a chance anyways. Just sad that no one volunteered for him.”

“Yeah,” you agreed softly.

“I see your human torches are still alive. Congratulations.”

You chuckled. “Yeah well only one listened to me. Katniss got lucky the other careers didn’t target her as soon as that timer went off.” You looked over at Cashmere, Gloss, Brutus, and Enobaria who were observing their tributes as they officially formed their alliance. Every other tribute had either fled or laid dead, leaving them in control of all the weapons and supplies.

Suddenly, Peeta and the boy from District 3 came out of the woods, hands raised high in surrender. “No Peeta,” you whispered under your breath as Beetee came over to you.

“They’ve formed an alliance,” he commented.

“Yeah one that’ll get them killed as soon as they eliminate their biggest threat: Katniss.”

“I think Byte will prove to be a bit more useful to the careers than yours,” Beetee said in a slightly excited way. “No offense.”

“None taken,” you muttered. It wasn’t uncommon for victors to take pride in their tributes, especially the ones that had a shot at winning. No one wanted to watch the child they had just trained for a week get slaughtered.

“Sorry about your tribute Finnick,” Beetee said. Finnick only hummed a response.

You all watched as Peeta and Byte acquired the careers’ trust. With Byte saying he could rig the explosives to protect their supplies. And Peeta promising that he could help find Katniss. Finnick sucked air through his teeth. “Cold blooded. Say you’re in love with the girl from your district only to create an alliance to hunt her down.”

“Unless he’s slitting all their throats in their sleep, they’re going to kill him the first chance they get,” you said.

Suddenly peacekeepers entered the room, making a beeline for you and Finnick. Seeing the threat, Haymitch was immediately by your side, wrapping a protective arm around your waist.

“Finnick Odair,” you silently breathed a sigh of relief, “your presence is requested.” Finnick huffed, used to the drill, before handing you his drink and begrudgingly heading off with them.

“Glad it wasn’t you. I don’t think your body could handle it,” Haymitch muttered against your hair in relief, referring to the wounded state you had been returning to him in.

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celiciaa · 7 months

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GILBERT VON OBSIDIAN EVENT STORY....

PREMIUM.

Together with the prince.

translations are not 100% accurate. expect mistakes.

trigger warning: mention of blood.

MINORS DNI.

━━FLASHBACK━━

Emma: I want my big brother to love me!

Emma: Even so…maybe I don't want to see him just yet.

Emma: …I want to love my big brother as much as he loves me.

Emma: So don't tell anyone...Gil.

━━FLASHBACK ENDS━━

(Sorry, Emma.)

(….The boy you fell in love with is no longer around.)

With one chamber empty and a gun in my pocket, I walked past the waiting soldiers.

There was once a boy who sincerely wished for the happiness of others and devoted himself to it.

An ignorant boy who did not know the dark side of humanity, he felt happiness every time someone laughed.

It is now a distant memory.

I frowned at the smell of blood.

Emma: ——Ah, Gil, gimme!

Gilbert: Eh, no way?

The next day, I brought a large amount of sweets to the laboratory and held a tea party.

Emma, who was sitting on my lap, grabbed my finger with her little hand.

Emma: Big brother Roderich told me earlier that eating too much sweets is not good.

(He says unnecessary things.)

Gilbert: I'm hungry.

Emma: ….What? Gil, you were eating a lot, aren’t you?

Gilbert: I haven't eaten at all. Only a little bit.

Emma: ….Huh?

Gilbert: Emma's a sweet girl, so she won't be mean to me when I'm hungry, will she?

When I smiled at her, she swallowed her words.

Emma: If your stomach is grumbling...fine, I'll let you off the hook.

Gilbert: Hehe, thank you. Emma needs to eat more too.

Emma: I'm full.

(…You only ate a few cookies, but I guess the little rabbit had a small appetite.)

(However, I have found that you prefer the ones with dried fruit mixed into the regular cookies.)

I chuckle as I learn yet another piece of information I didn't know before.

I was immersed in a strange sense of accomplishment, knowing that I had made the sweets by imitating the adult little rabbit.

I realized…that I was being peered into by those round eyes.

Gilbert: What?

Emma: Gil, is something wrong?

Gilbert: I don't think so. Why?

Emma: You're not looking well today.

(….)

Emma: …I wonder what I can do to make you laugh.

(I'm supposed to be smiling all the time.)

When I looked at my face reflected in the glass nearby, my expression was the same as usual.

But what those innocent eyes are looking at may not be the flower, but the root.

Emma: Ah, that's right! I'll introduce my friend to Gil.

(…Friend?)

Emma: "Hello, Gil."

Emma: "If you have any problems, I'm here to help you."

The little rabbit returned to my room with great enthusiasm, and what she held in her hands was a stuffed black tiger.

I couldn't help but blink as I realized that it hadn't happened until yesterday.

Gilbert: Who gave you this?

Emma: Big brother Walter. As an apology for making me cry.

Gilbert: Ah, I see?

(Heh...he can sew not only people, but also stuffed animals.)

Walter probably gave it to her while I was away preparing the sweets.

The choice of the black tiger as a motif shows the utmost consideration, but the omission is unacceptable.

(You look so happy.)

Emma: "Gil, let’s be friends."

The dark emotions that welled up in me calmed down when I saw how hard Emma was trying.

Gilbert: …Are you going to listen to my problems?

Emma: "Roar—!"

The stuffed animal nodded its head.

And I took a small breath.

Gilbert: Hey, Mr. Tiger. I'm a very bad person.

Gilbert: I'm not afraid to do bad things, and I'm better at taking the smiles off people's faces….

Gilbert: The little rabbit said she wanted to make everyone smile, but I can't do that.

Gilbert: I’m afraid the little rabbit will hate me.

(….I don’t know why I’m saying that to a child.)

Sure enough, there was no response from Mr. Tiger.

The little rabbit's brow was furrowed.

Gilbert: Hehe, I asked such a troublesome question.

(What's the point of worrying about such things?)

My problems that I wasn't even aware of until I put it into words.

Just as I was about to change the subject, Emma jumped like a rabbit and clung tightly to my waist.

Emma: I don't hate you.

Emma: But doing bad things is terrible!

Emma: If you do something bad, Gil will feel pain.

Gilbert: Me?

Emma: Yeah. I once lost a book that I borrowed from big brother Akatsuki.

Emma: I couldn’t say it because I'm afraid of being scolded….

Emma: But while I was quiet, my chest kept getting tighter.

Emma: Because I did something wrong and it hurts….

Emma: Isn't it the same for Gil?

("It hurts…")

Such feelings have long since rotted away.

Still, I felt a pain deep in my chest.

It is not guilt for my wrongdoing, but guilt for Emma, who hates murderers.

Emma's words resonate with me because I feel a prickle of emotion that I have never felt before.

Gilbert: I see. ...That's right.

(I'm starting to have some unsettling feelings after meeting you.)

Emma: Hey…Gil, I want you to bend down.

Gilbert: Hm?

I listened to Emma's pleas and bent to my knees.

Emma: Pain, pain go away, don't come again another day.

A small hand reached out and patted me on the head.

(…Does patting on the head mean you forgive me?)

(I'm sure he stroked her when she told him about the book she lost.)

I can easily imagine Akatsuki trying to comfort the crying Emma by patting her on the head.

She knows the feeling of relief at that time, which is probably why she says "there, there" like this.

(A woman who can share the kindness she has received with others…)

(I feel like I've learned a little of the secret of your kindness.)

Gilbert: You are good at encouraging.

Emma: Ehehe…

Emma's face naturally breaks into a smile as she beams with happiness.

Emma: I wonder if one day I'll be like my big brother who is so kind.

Gilbert: I don't think you’ll ever be.

Emma: Eh.

Gilbert: Or rather, don't become like him.

Emma: Why?

Gilbert: Because I want you to stay the way you are.

Gilbert: I think the little rabbit is already more than good enough.

Emma: I don't know….

When I patted her head back, Emma's eyes narrowed pleasantly.

Gilbert: I wanted to thank you for listening to my concerns. Emma, is there anything you want to do?

Emma: Ah, then, just one thing….

Emma: I’d like to play pretend.

Emma: With Gil, big brother Roderich, and big brother Walter…

Emma: We should all play it together!

Gilbert: All right, gladly. What pretend play should we try?

Emma: A hero saving a princess from the big bad demon king.

(Don’t tell me you read those kinds of books. How cute.)

Gilbert: So Emma is the princess, and big brother Walter is the demon king….

Gilbert: How about big brother Roderich should be the demon king's underling while I’m the hero, sounds good?

Emma: Yeah! You've got to come save me, Gil.

Gilbert: Of course.

Emma is really adorable, jumping around like a little rabbit.

(You were exactly the girl I'd imagined, just as I'd heard you would be.)

(I've wanted to meet you. Ever since I was a child….)

When I am infected with evil, I do things that rob others of their smiles.

Even if I met her during our childhood days, nothing would change.

But there is one thing I have gained.

(I’m not going to stop committing evil deeds…)

(When it hurts, pat me on the head.)

I laughed, knowing that the idea itself was evil.

(When I was patted, it became more and more painful….)

(I can feel that there is still a little bit of the old me left.)

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Beach Weekend - Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: A chaotic and disastrous weekend with your lovely family and group of friends has some issues: Steve Rogers should not be left to take care of the accommodation, everyone has lost their jobs and Wanda is a very jealous wife. || Based on a Brazilian movie.

Warnings: (+16) attempt at humor, chaotic domesticity, lots of cuteness and jokes, established relationship, mentions and innuendo of smut and mentions of homemade artificial insemination, explicit language (cursing) || Words: 6.004k

A/N: I was talking to abimess about the lack of Brazilian representation in basically everything, and she had the brilliant idea of a special collection with stories with a Brazilian Reader. However, none of us would have the time to do it, still, I plan to write some loose stories about it. This story for example is based on a very famous Brazilian comedy film, hope you all like it.

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--//--

Being an adult usually had only two meanings: Not having the time or not having money. And both could happen simultaneously.

Yet, with the mass resignation of the Bishop Security Company after the owner's exposure of felony evasion, you and your co-workers and closest friends, Maria Hill and Steve Rogers, decided that the insurance money would be a good opportunity to have decent summer vacation for once in your life.

Convincing your wife would be the tricky part.

"Absolutely not." Wanda spoke with an indignant expression as soon as you finished counting. "We need to save money, Y/N. You still haven't received any feedback on the resumes you sent out, and we're not going to waste our savings because Rogers wants to have beers on the beach." Wanda declared seriously, but at that moment, the twins were coming down the stairs, and Tommy let out an excited exclamation.

"Are we going to the beach?"

"No, Tommy-"

But if there was one thing Wanda had a problem doing, it was saying no to her boys' puppy dog eyes - and coupled with your kisses - she rolled her eyes and eventually agreed.

So, you left New York in a pickup truck with your family headed for the seashore.

"Who took care of the lodging?" Wanda asked from the passenger seat - she looked, in your humble opinion, stunning in her sunglasses.

You turned down the radio a little to answer her.

"Steve. He said something about an old friend who had a boat and a beach house." You answer and Wanda hums in agreement, half distracted with her cell phone. You look through the rearview mirror at the twins, also focused on electronic devices, and sigh. "You know, it would be nice if we tried to disconnect a little from the Internet this holiday, don't you guys think?"

No one even hears your question, and you roll your eyes before turning the radio back up.

You stayed on the road for almost three hours because of the traffic, but everyone was very pleased when the sea became visible. The joy lasted only for the next 20 minutes.

"Are you sure we are at the right address?" Wanda asked with a grimace as soon as you parked the car in front of an old gate, a considerable amount of moss covering the bricks, and grass growing everywhere.

You were equally confused, and got out of the car with some hesitation, looking around. It was a somewhat isolated area from the rest of the houses, but the yard led to the beach. From the beam of the gate you could see that there was also a swimming pool.

Taking your cell phone, you dialed Steve's number while your family waited in the car - Wanda leaned into the back seat to calm the twins who were already starting to get restless.

"Rogers, I think we missed the entrance or something. Are you here yet?"

"No, I'm about ten minutes away. Send me your location and I'll pick you up."

But apparently, you were in the right place. And when Steve Rogers parked his car next to yours, you were just as annoyed as Wanda.

"You said you were going to take care of the lodging!" You accused the blond who held up his hands in surrender.

"Hey, I said I knew the owner, that's different!" He defended himself. "Sam said the place is nice, you haven't even been in and you're already making judgments." He argues. "And stop yelling at me in front of my fiancé, it's bad luck." He whispered the last part, taking advantage of Bucky getting out of the car, and you rolled your eyes impatiently.

The place was not nice. It was a surprise that it was actually standing.

You only didn't choke Steve because Maria arrived on a motorcycle with her girlfriend and she looked like she was going to do it first.

"Rogers, I promised her an incredible weekend and you put us in this hole!" Maria grunts between teeth as the three of you are supposedly checking out the kitchen, your families waiting for you in the living room.

"Look, the value was really good! I had no idea the place was in this condition." Steve defends himself. "Sam told me it was his family's house, and that they haven't been here in a few years..."

"More like a few centuries." You retort rubbing your forehead. You can hear Wanda's voice asking the kids not to touch anything, acknowledging that pitch of anger, and you can already imagine the lecture. And honestly, she's right.

"I'll call Sam." Steve says, sounding like he's more about running away from the discussion than solving something.

To add to Wanda's irritation, you had also suggested that she invite Pietro and his family, figuring that your friend would have picked a really nice place. So when the twin arrived with Monica and little Luna, you knew that the thin ice had burst.

Pietro let out a laugh when he saw the state of the room.

"It looks like a hurricane came through in here." He commented dropping one of the suitcases on the floor, his wife holding her daughter as if afraid she would catch some disease from the floor. "Well, I'll take the larger room!"

Pietro's sentence caused a commotion. You shuddered at the look Wanda threw you before she ran to catch up with the boys who went to dispute the room with their uncle, and you sat down on the old couch with a grunt, a migraine forming.

"Sam said he'll be here in fifteen minutes." Steve informs you and Maria as he returns to the living room with a cell phone in hand.

Apparently, it was the housekeeper's fault. Sam was a nice guy, and really didn't know that the house wasn't being taken care of properly. It took him almost 30 minutes to arrive however because he brought several pieces of cleaning equipment to help improve the appearance of the house.

"Amazing, guys! I go to the beach with everyone who has nothing to do with the choice of lodging and the rest of you are left in charge of cleaning." Wanda declares to the room and no one has the courage to contradict her.

And so you spend the rest of your afternoon trying to get mold out of the inside of a pool.

"Natasha seems nice." Steve tells Maria a few hours into the cleanup when the three of you are taking old bottles out.

"She's amazing." Your friend retorts with an excited sigh. "I was a little unsure about this open relationship thing, but we're doing fine."

"Wait, does that mean you two can sleep with other people?" Steve asks surprised, and Maria giggles, shaking her shoulders as the three of you make your way back inside, at least three rooms with plenty of cleaning to be done yet.

"If we are in agreement, yes." Answers the brunette.

"Damn I could never do that." Steve comments and you hum in response.

"Just the thought of Wanda sleeping with someone else makes my skin itch."

"I didn't know you were the jealous type, Y/N." Maria comments and you give a short laugh, your hands busy moving the pillows to dust them off.

"Have you seen my wife, Hill? No, wait, don't look at her like that." You joke making all three of you laugh. "I'm not really, just truly monogamous. Believe me, Wanda is jealous of this relationship."

Steve laughed in agreement. "Oh, I recall that. Before you joined the company, Maria, Y/N trained a new girl, I think her name was Carol or something. Wanda looked ready to rip someone's head off every time her name was mentioned."

"I thought it was cute."

"It was scary." Steve contradicts making you laugh.

You get back to cleaning the house between conversations about work and side scares, and as the place gets cleaner, the anger about the inconveniences eventually takes a back seat.

Wanda and the others don't return until late afternoon, the kids running in dirty with sand and making a huge mess in the shower.

You are testing the waters calmly, but realize that a day at the beach with the twins seems to have relaxed Wanda a bit. You try to improve things a bit by promptly offering to take care of the twins, cleaning up all the mess and making sure they were in their pajamas and ready for dinner without delay.

Wanda smiled at you in thanks before heading to the kitchen and that made you sigh with relief.

"She's mad." Tommy warns you as you dry his hair and you look at your son with a grimace.

"Are you sure?"

"She smashed the volleyball." It is Billy who answers, and you sigh with slight panic.

"Boys do you have any suggestions?" You ask them, going to dry the other's hair.

"A new house." Tommy mutters taking an elbow from his brother.

"Foot massage, mommy. And you could buy some chocolates too." Billy suggests and you smile at them.

"You two are the best." You say kissing the head of each before letting them run into the kitchen.

—------—------

Everyone was tired from the trip and the beach, so plans for the barbecue and pool would be left for the next few days. The children were put in one room, and you, Wanda and Maria and Natasha in the other, while Steve and Bucky took the couches. The hammocks for Pietro and Monica.

"Did you girls get to know each other well?" Maria asked when the four of you were in the room. You were sitting cross-legged on the bed, waiting for Wanda to finish drying her hair and get into bed, while Natasha was grabbing bath items to use after Maria who had just left the shower.

Wanda and Nat exchanged gentle smiles. "Yes, Natalia is a sweetheart." Your wife commented, causing Maria to smile. "She mentioned that you guys almost went to St.Petersburg, but ended up choosing the beach. I imagine the regret must be bitter." Wanda joked, and although Maria and Nat laughed, you knew it was a warning that she hadn't forgiven you yet.

"I don't know, Wanda, trading thick coats for the chance to see this goddess in a bikini seems like a good game." Natasha flirts with her girlfriend, stealing a kiss on the way to the bathroom, and as soon as the door closes, Maria grunts with excitement, ignoring the giggles from you and Wanda.

"God, that woman is going to kill me." Hill said.

"Doesn't it make you want to keep her all to yourself?" You tease just to torment her, and Maria chuckles, raising her middle finger at you. Wanda watches the scene with confusion.

"What do you mean?" She asks, and Maria quickly tries to explain about them being in an open relationship. "Wow, that's... modern."

You give a short laugh, which Maria follows. "Come on Maximoff, you can say you think it's a crazy idea. Steve does."

But Wanda shrugs her shoulders, a soft laugh escaping her lips. "No, I think it's nice. If it works for you, and it's something you like, then I really don't see why it would be a problem. In fact, it sounds interesting, I imagine you guys must never get bored."

Maria laughs, commenting that boredom has never been a problem, but you frown in hesitation.

"In fact, girls, I think Nat forgot her soap and I would never want her to have her bath marred by that little triviality..." Maria says a moment later, ignoring the rolling of your eyes to run to the bathroom and you turn your attention back to your wife lying on the bed beside you.

"Hey, pretty girl, since when do you think an open relationship is cool?" You ask, moving to the edge of the bed without delay, your hands finding Wanda's feet to place them in your lap. She gives a confused giggle.

"What, I'm not allowed to?" She retorts half sarcastically, the irritation over the events from earlier still fresh in her mind.

You sigh. "You can think whatever you want, Wanda. I was just surprised. And that talk about being bored..." Your voice grew a little unsure, causing Wanda to frown in curiosity. "It wasn't about us was it?"

Wanda giggled incredulously. "By God, honey."

"What? It's an honest doubt." You defend yourself with flushed cheeks, and Wanda bites back a smile. She would like to be irritated with you for more than a few hours, but you make the job so difficult.

"Baby, we have sex almost every day."

"Yeah, but you could be getting tired..." You mutter upset, your fingers massaging Wanda's feet and she grunts softly.

"I promise I'm not."

"So you wouldn't want to open our marriage?"

"Babe, don't make me kick your pretty face." Wanda warns causing you to chuckle. She closes her eyes to enjoy the massage better and you smile affectionately as you watch the soft sighs that leave her lips in appreciation of the touch.

You lick your lips a minute later, stopping your movements to lean down and kiss her thighs, making Wanda open her eyes.

"What are you doing?" She asks almost tense, her gaze going to the closed door. You only press a hand to her stomach to get her to lie back down, and the other pulls the comforter over you.

"Making sure there's no boredom." You retort, fingers climbing up into her nightgown as your mouth kisses the inside of her thigh and up, making Wanda shudder softly.

"Baby, the girls could be back any moment..." She reminds you with the last remaining bit of sanity, but you only laugh softly against her skin.

"Adrenaline makes everything better, don't you think?" It is your last comment, and Wanda will not argue any further.

–//–

The second day is infinitely better than the first. Apparently, one orgasm is enough for Wanda to forgive you for a bad weekend, and when you join everyone on the beach, it's really fun.

The only inconvenience is Pietro mistaking sunscreen for suntan lotion and turning all the kids into shrimp, which stresses the mothers out to a considerable degree.

You end up going back early because of this, and you offer to go to the pharmacy to get some ointment for them, being joined by Natasha in the car as the woman also wanted to buy some items.

You chat a bit on the way, she has a sarcastic humor but is pleasant company. She also flirts a lot with the natural way in which compliments escape her, and the interaction leaves you feeling a bit awkward.

The problem is that for your wife, you arriving with easy smiles and a flushed face with a beautiful woman like Natasha is not exactly the best thing in the world. So her passive hostility from before returns and you have no idea why.

You focus on soothing the burns of the three naughty children on the couch for the moment though.

Wanda, on the other hand, is quite interested in finding out why you arrived laughing with Natasha, and once the redhead joins Steve and Bucky in preparing the barbecue, the shorter one is trying to sound as casual as possible.

"[...] your wife is really very nice, that's all." Natasha assures amiably, her hands busy grabbing a cold beer. "I told her about not knowing New York very well, and she told me that with the company's trainee program she ended up getting to know the city like the back of her hand and that if I were in Queens sometime, we could schedule a coffee. She is very helpful."

Wanda forces a smile. "Yes, very helpful. Lovely." She commented, the sarcasm being missed by Nat, who wasted no time in continuing the conversation.

You didn't understand any of the murderous looks you received from Wanda every time she took a sip of beer while talking to Nat, but honestly, you were afraid to ask.

The barbecue gets livelier as Pietro gets the radio and speakers working, and you proudly fill the pool that you have successfully cleaned.

While the kids are playing in the water, you approach Wanda from behind, hands on her waist, but when you go to kiss her, she turns her face away and you end up just brushing up against her cheek.

She takes a long swig of beer, prologuing the lack of explanation and causing you to raise an eyebrow.

"What's wrong?" You ask in a whisper, holding her by the waist while the others are busy dancing and talking.

"Nothing." She retorts between teeth, returning the bottle to the counter in front of her, leaning her ass against you.

"Wanda." You insist, appreciating the warmth, but worried about the way she is acting.

Your wife just turns her face to you, an innocent expression that doesn't match the way her eyes are shining. "It's nothing, honey, I just heard about you being the best tour guide in New York."

You frown in confusion. "What...?"

But Wanda slips your hands away as she spins her body around, hands finding the collar of your shirt. "So helpful with other people's girlfriends."

You sigh as you understand. "Wanda, I was just trying to be nice..." You try, but she leans her face against yours, brushing your lips together and making you lose your line of reasoning. Wanda kisses you softly and suddenly bites your mouth just on the limit so as not to hurt, the gentle pain being a clear reminder of her annoyance, and you grunt softly as she pulls away. " No need to be mean."

She gives a naughty little laugh, licking her lips and attracting the immediate attention of your eyes.

But your interaction is interrupted when Steve announces that the couple he befriended on the beach earlier was at the gate. Tony Stark, his wife Pepper, and their daughter Morgan had brought more food and drinks for the barbecue, and you whispered that you were going to be as friendly as ever just to tempt her.

The barbecue continues throughout the day. Everyone gets to know each other, and around three, you decide that you would also like to join the pool, and having gotten busy you were not yet in your swimsuit.

You went inside to change and found the bathroom empty. Since everyone was outside and you were only going to put your top on, you didn't lock the door. As soon as you took off your shirt, someone came in.

Nat closed the door and turned around, surprised to find you without clothes.

"Oh, sorry, my bad." She apologized without any shame, just regret that she had intruded. The problem is that when she went to open the door, the old doorknob made a noise and fell to the floor. "That's not good."

You put on your T-shirt in record time, moving to the door as well.

"Shit." You grumbled, trying to push the door open but to no avail. You immeasurably started to knock, but the loud sound muffled it. "No, no, no."

Natasha gave a confused giggle at your reaction. "Look, that sucks, but I promise I'm not the worst company to be locked up with." She jokes, a little unsure, after all, she was the girlfriend of one of your close friends and just wanted to make a good impression.

You gesture to her quickly. "Oh, no, it's not you. I just need to get out of this bathroom before my wife dreams that I ended up in a small space with a beautiful woman."

"Well, thank you." She retorts and you grunt in embarrassment, but Nat seems to be finding the whole thing amusing. She leans on the wall next to the door, pulling out her cell phone and you sigh impatiently, trying to slam the door again.

Shortly after, you hear footsteps and knock harder.

"Hey, we're stuck!" You warn.

"Mom?" it's Tommy's confused voice, and you sigh in relief.

"Yes, honey, Aunt Nat and I got stuck in the bathroom, try calling Uncle Pietro without alerting anyone and-"

"MAMA! MOMMY GOT STUCK IN THE BATHROOM WITH AUNT NATASHA" Tommy shouts into the hallway with a mischievous laugh, and you feel your body freeze. Even Nat laughs softly at your reaction.

Wanda moves so fast out of her seat that the pillows hit the floor. She reaches the door in a rage and starts knocking hard.

"Y/N? OPEN THIS DOOR NOW!"

You shudder, taking a step away. "Wanda, honey, the lock broke..."

Another loud knock. You heard other footsteps, and the music slowed, so it wasn't hard to deduce that the whole group was in the hallway.

"What happened people?" Pietro asked confused.

"Pietro, Natasha, and I got stuck in here." You replied from the other side and wanted to dig yourself a hole for giggles.

"Everyone out now." Wanda speaking tapped her foot, and you heard footsteps and giggling children, signaling that the children all ran to the pool again. "Y/N, open this door right now!"

You sigh wearily, looking around. Natasha moves as well, grabs a toothbrush, and pats you on the shoulder to make room for her.

"Maybe if we shove this in here..." She comments but is interrupted by a loud exclamation and laughter from the other side.

"SHOVE IT IN? WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" Wanda questions explosively, and you grunt softly.

"Look, sestra, from the sounds of it it must be good stuff." Pietro sneers, and you hear a slapping noise and another chuckle.

Natasha seems to be having a hard time holding back her laughter, offering you a frown by Wanda's reaction, but all you do is sigh and sit down on one of the little stools by the door.

"Wanda, relax, I'm sure it's fine in there." Steve tries to reassure her.

"Yes, I'll go look for a screwdriver." It is Bucky who speaks and you hear his footsteps getting away.

"Of course, it's fine, by the way, it's a great opportunity for a bonding hour." Pietro teases getting another chuckle, but you sink your face into your own hands, grumbling in frustration. "Wow, I think they've even started."

The snickering makes you blush with embarrassment, but soon you jump in fright because Wanda gives another loud knock on the door.

"Y/N, I swear to god if I hear any more strange sounds..." She warns between teeth, and you swallow dryly, not even daring to breathe too loudly.

Natasha gives up trying to open it with her toothbrush, seeing that it wouldn't work and leans back on the wall.

"I don't know about you, Wanda, but sometimes silence can even be worse." Monica joins in the tormentors, and you hear Pietro laughing as well. "who knows what the mouth is doing other than talking"

"Y/N!” Wanda calls immediately with her voice trembling with rage. “Speak! Now!"

You roll your eyes and Natasha answers for you, "Guys, stay calm, everything is under control in here."

"Yes, Wanda, we're just waiting." You say.

"Yeah, Y/N, keep talking!" Your wife warns.

"What's the use of talking, we don't know where her hands are..." Pietro adds making Monica laugh. You place a hand over your face in disbelief.

Wanda's shaky voice calls out to you again. "What are you doing with your hands? Clap them!"

"My god, that's ridiculous." You mutter.

"Clap.Them." Wanda repeats between teeth, her voice laden with irritation, and you sigh impatiently before obeying. "That's it, keep going. I better know where your hands are!"

"Wanda, I won't be-"

"I swear to god Y/N-" She interrupts you and you don't have to command again before you clap your hands again. "That's it, good. Now speak, or sing."

Fuck this.

Pietro and Monica start laughing, and Natasha also gives up on holding in her giggles. Luckily, Bucky comes back with the screwdriver.

About ten minutes later, the door opens, and you only have time to stare at Wanda in confusion before the woman leaves in a rage and dragging her feet away.

"If she kills me, I will haunt you both." You warn Pietro and Monica, who just laugh at your distress before you follow the same path as Wanda.

Although it is not really your fault, you feel very bad to find your wife on the verge of tears, with her arms crossed and sitting on the sand, a few meters away from the house.

You sigh softly, making noise with your steps to announce your arrival before sitting down beside her.

"Sorry." You murmur and Wanda shudders, keeping her gaze on the ocean. "I should have, um, locked the door before the doorknob broke."

"I'm not mad." She grumbles. "I know it wasn't your fault."

You look at her with concern. "Then...why are you crying?"

"I don't know." She answers with a soft sniffle, wiping her tears away quickly. "It's stupid."

You sigh, moving one of your fingers to give the strap of her shorts a gentle tug, "Come on, talk to me." You insist sweetly, and Wanda takes a deep breath, her gaze on her own feet.

"I just... it's stupid, but sometimes, I have these thoughts. About you, finding someone cooler or I don't know, hot. Someone who does things more fun than cleaning the carpet or preparing kids' breakfasts. Or I don't know, some of the incredibly interesting people you meet every day who actually go places instead of spending the day writing about it." Wanda blurts out, and you sigh deeply.

She has never said these insecurities to you. Not since college at least. And because you were so sincerely in love with her, the possibility that Wanda might feel insecure never crossed your mind.

"Hey, come here." You call out to her, bringing your hands to her hips. "Where did that come from?"

Wanda hides her face in your chest, her cheeks burning. "I don't know, it just did come." She mumbles against your skin.

Before, when you were younger and more hesitant, you would often reassure her. But after marriage, god, after children, you just assumed Wanda knew she was the love of your life. But she apparently still let her insecurities get the best of her. And it was okay.

"Sometimes I think you'll meet a super literature genius and forget about me." You confess to her as you hold her, and Wanda gives a confused little laugh.

"Really?"

"Mm-hmm." You mutter. "Remember when you won that writing contest last summer, and that handsome professor came over to ask for your number?"

"And I said I was married?" Wanda asks raising her gaze to you.

"Yep, that's the one." You say. "I was so insecure all night because all my head could think about was you moving on with someone far more intelligent and well resolved."

"That's ridiculous, I love you."

"I know, that's exactly my point." You retort with a chuckle that she accompanies. "Besides, that night you couldn't even wait for us to get out of the car so you obviously were crazy about me-"

Wanda smacks you in the ribs, laughing along with you. "Idiot." She says, sliding her arms around you.

"Sorry for making you clap your hands." She asks then, and you laugh softly.

"It's okay, baby." You say. "Do you want to go back inside?"

"Can I get a kiss first?" She asks with a pout raising her eyes to you.

"Hmm, as many as you want." You whisper back, leaning in to meet her mouth and feeling her smile against your lips. Wanda slides her tongue against yours slowly, and you move your hands down to squeeze her ass, pushing her against your hips and getting an affected sigh. "Just for the record, Maximoff. You are the hottest woman in the world." You compliment with your eyes ajar, smiling at the way that although she rolls her eyes, her cheeks turn pink.

–//–

The last day of the weekend had everything to be perfect, so it was the most disastrous of all.

Someone - you prefer not to accuse, although everyone knows who sleeps in the living room takes care of those things - forgot to close the windows, and the early morning rain got half the appliances on the countertop wet and damaged. Pietro was quite grumpy without his coffee.

The children have become even more energetic in the last day, and almost impossible to keep up with. You lost sight of Tommy for the fourth time and were trying to help Billy get his arm out of a jar when you heard the sound of something falling.

The whole house heard it, actually, and in record time, it was the whole group outside, where Tommy had just fallen off an old ladder trying to climb the fence.

"What are these kids taking?" Steve asks half startled, but you are busy going to check on your son who has apparently twisted his wrist.

"Mommy's hurting." Tommy whimpers as you sigh nervously, grabbing his arm to check.

"It doesn't look broken dear. Come on let's put some ice on it."

Aside from Tommy's injury, apparently, Wanda couldn't decide whether to stay on good or bad terms with you this weekend. As soon as she finished checking for the tenth time that her son wasn't forcing his injured hand, she sent you one of her angry glances on the way to the bathroom and you sighed in confusion, the sound attracting the attention of Monica, who was preparing lunch next to you.

"Everything okay there, Y/N?" She asked gently, and you forced a smile.

"Yeah, it's nothing." You mumble, but meet Monica's gaze and sigh. "It's just Wanda."

"Are you two going through a crisis?" she teases but you widen your eyes.

"What? Why, did she say something?"

Monica gives a confused giggle, "No, Y/N, I'm just teasing you." She assures you still smiling, and finishes throwing some of the vegetables into the pot. "Is this about the house? Cause it all turned out to be fun."

"God, I have no idea." You gasp softly in frustration. "She keeps having these mood swings, one minute we're in paradise and the next she looks ready to jump at my neck."

"Oh, but that makes sense for someone in her condition." Monica mutters and you frown in confusion. Seeing your face, the other woman hesitates.

"What condition?"

Monica gives a nervous little laugh, shaking her head. "I meant, I imagine she was nervous about the dismissal from the company and-" She starts to reel, but you cut her off:

"Monica, what condition?"

The woman sighs in defeat. "Sorry, Y/N. I didn't know Wanda hadn't told you yet." She says twisting her fingers. "She found out she's pregnant."

You give a short laugh, thinking it's a joke. But Monica's face doesn't have a trace of humor in it.

"B-but we haven't been trying for months and-" you stammer but shut up when you realize that the possibility is quite possible. Because you had tried, a lot, to increase the family a few months ago with the whole homemade insemination and donation sperm, until the layoffs at Bishop started happening and as the tests kept showing negative, you and Wanda left the idea for later. But, apparently, it had worked.

"I'll get you some water." Monica says as she sees your pallor, but you turn around, shaking your head.

"No, I'm fine. I need to talk to my wife." That's what you say before you drop the food knife and leave the kitchen.

Wanda is packing the boys' bags in the last room when you run into her. Everything would be fine if she weren't sniffling softly.

You close the door gently, sighing so she won't be startled, and she quickly wipes her face.

"Hey, sweetheart." You greet her by moving closer and sitting down next to her on the bed, knee to knee. "Why are you crying?"

Wanda gives a tearful laugh. "I have no idea." She replies making you smile affectionately, one hand moving to intertwine with hers in her own lap, and Wanda smooths out one of Billy's t-shirts with the other. "I was just packing up the boys' things and it occurred to me how fast they grew up, and before I knew it, I was crying."

You hum in understanding, moving your face to kiss her on the cheek as Wanda closes her eyes for a minute, trying to control her own emotions. "I'm sorry." She murmurs, and you shake your head, playing with your fingers.

"Don't apologize." You whisper back. "I would never be angry with you for that. I would never be mad at you for anything."

She lets out a soft laugh, turning her face to you. "Not even for accidentally recording Bewitched over your The Office?"

"The keyword is accidentally." You retort good-naturedly, making her laugh as well. Wanda leans against you, and you drop her hand to slip an arm around her shoulder, kissing the top of her head. "Baby, is there something you wanted to tell me?"

Your question makes Wanda tense up, but your gentle caresses with your fingers along her arm make her sigh and relax eventually. It takes a few minutes, but she finally says:

"I found out last week." She confesses, and you sigh softly. "Who told you?"

"Monica."

"I'm going to kill her." You laugh, and so does Wanda, pulling away to look at you. "I'm so sorry-

"Stop apologizing, Wanda." You interrupt her tenderly, rubbing your noses together affectionately for a moment. "We both wanted to and did it together."

"But that was before-"

"I know." You cut in with a soft chuckle, using your other hand to tuck loose strands of Wanda's hair behind her ear, meeting her worried emerald eyes. "We're going to be fine, darling. I know it's a scary time, but we'll manage. We always do."

Wanda sighs, looking at you for a second. "I love you."

She confesses, making you smile affectionately.

"And I love you." You assure, resting your forehead against hers. Wanda breaks the distance to give you a sweet kiss, smiling against your lips. When she pulls away, you exchange passionate glances. "How many weeks?"

Wanda gives a short laugh. "Almost four months, darling."

You gasp in surprise, pulling back. "No way!" You comment, moving your hands to her blouse, and lifting it up making Wanda laugh at your enthusiasm. You place your hands on her belly. "She's been hiding..."

"She?"

"Oh, yes, definitely a girl. I can feel it." You murmur, moving your hands to Wanda's hips, who raises an eyebrow at the sight of you adjusting to lay her down on the bed and be on top. "I wonder when we made her..."

Wanda bit back a chuckle, feeling you fit a leg between hers. "Well, four months ago, I was working from home every day."

"Hmm, so I guess it was right on your desk, sweetheart." You retort to her as you lower your lips to her neck, and Wanda gives a soft little laugh, remembering all too well how many times you almost broke her office desk. Your hands are coming down dangerously, but the sound of the children outside makes you sigh in frustration against her neck. Wanda feels hot and shares your dissatisfaction at having to stop. "We need a vacation for just the two of us, Wanda."

"I agree." She comments with a smile, kissing you more tenderly.

You knew things were going to be okay. You had Wanda. And it would only take a week for you to get a call from Eternals Inc, and another two for you to get back to work. And less than a month later, booking tickets for a cruise on your anniversary.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #elizabeth olsen x reader #marvel imagines

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my-writings-and-musings · 11 months

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Hello! I just saw both of your Earthspark Bumblebee and Megatron Fics with the little Robo-Babies, and they were so adorable and wholesome💖 So I was wondering if you could maybe write something like that for Earthspark Optimus?

Thank you, I have such an absolute blast writing them! I hope you enjoy the ultimate robot dad being an official dad.

Though you were not more than a fraction of his size, Optimus had long since acclimated himself to observing all of your movements, his powerful senses attuned to your gestures and expressions so he could be ready the instant you needed him. It had seemed like overkill on multiple occasions, but as your due date had approached, you'd admittedly been grateful to have a three story warrior always on the lookout. Thankfully he hadn't needed to jump to your rescue with anything more than a rare snack brand when the cravings hit, but the peace of mind had been priceless. You couldn't imagine the benefits would be any less appreciated now that your bitlet had arrived.

Your theory was proven true as soon as your first sleep was interrupted by the newborn crying out to wake you, your eyes snapping open in an exhausted daze before you got a sense of your surroundings. The medical bay was dark, but you needed little light when Optimus awoke beside you and turned his gaze in your direction, his optics fully illuminating you, the mattress you'd been sleeping on, and the bassinet between you both. As he rolled onto his side with considerable care not to disturb either of his much smaller bunk mates, you scootched over to the wailing bitlet and pulled them into your arms, shushing the tiny femme as she instinctively curled into you.

"Is something wrong, love?" he asked with concern, hovering at a distance for your safety. Settling back on your mattress and its ample pillows, you bounced the little one to soothe her as you had been taught, quieting the worst of her cries but failing to return her to the sleep you so desperately needed. Tiny digits clung tightly to your shirt as the newborn whimpered and fussed, her tiny lip quivering as she nuzzled against you and allowed you to figure out what was upsetting her.

"N-no, she already ate, I think she's just fussy. It is a little chilly in here..." you sighed before yawning, noting the cold without caring too much about it. As exhausted as you were, you could have easily fallen asleep on the chilly stone floor then and there, but the poor sparkling was obviously desperate for warmth judging by how she shivered against you. Protective instincts allowed you to push through the exhaustion and cradle her close.

"Are you cold as well?" Optimus asked with further concern, still on his side atop the padded berth but now fully awake. There was little he hadn't fretted over since discovering your condition, and while that had become thoroughly overwhelming at times, at the moment you very much appreciated the concern.

"A bit, but I'm too tired to care." you replied after a moment of thought, trying to get the warmth in your body to transfer to the little being shivering against you. Soft affection made your heart flutter as her optics cracked open to look up at you, the innocence in her tiny gaze making you want to move heaven and earth even if you didn't have the strength to move yourself. Content just to let her absorb your body heat until she was comfortable, you yawned and allowed her to take hold of one of your offered fingers, finding it calmed her down enough for your sleepy brain to think about other things. "Once we move into the nursery, I'll make sure she's got a space heater. But for now, she can cuddle me."

Optimus, always looking out for you, seemed unsatisfied with the idea despite nodding in approval.

"Perhaps I can assist, in the interim." he offered gently after a moment of thoughtful silence. Too tired to question much of anything, you were unprepared when he scooped up the mattress you and the bitlet were seated on, his digits cupping it gently enough you were barely disturbed. Rolling onto his back and laying the mattress over his chassis, he ensured you were steady before meeting your gaze with a somewhat bashful smile. "How is this? Are you comfortable?"

Before you could process the shift, your bitlet cooed as the warm air of his ventilations washed over you both, the cozy heat of his spark rising up through the bedding to fend off the chill that had so offended your bitlet. Trilling happily, she nuzzled her helm and nubby finials into the crook of your neck as she got right back to sleeping. Though little more than a speck next to her massive and legendary sire, the sparkling had found nothing but comfort in his presence from the moment she'd come into existence, and you were delighted to see that continue.

"Much better." you confirmed as the bitlet yawned, stubby servo disappearing in her mouth so she could suckle on it through some much needed sleep. Laying down on your side, you tucked in the sparkling and went limp on the mattress, dimly aware of a sizable servo tucking you in before exhaustion brought you back to much needed rest.

Without a word, Optimus smiled and settled back on the berth, his spark humming beneath you as it all but overflowed with love.

#transformers #optimus x reader #maccadam #earthspark #transformers earthspark #tf earthspark #transformers: earthspark #tfe #tfes #tf #human/bot babies #human reader #self insert #transformers x reader #x reader #transformers sparklings #sparklings

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babydollmarauders · 9 months

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Good evening Faithlynn. I hope you enjoy your weekend! Can we get the aftermath of John and Shortcake’s first kiss like her reaction and everything that happened after?

i’m so sorry this took me so long to get out! i hope you like this and that it answers your question!

“what’s she like?”

i don’t know why i keep doing this to myself. every heartfelt and sincere compliment that passes John’s lips is another cut to my heart. but i can’t stop asking questions, badgering him out of curiosity.

who does he have his eye on? who does he like?

do i know her? is she better than me?

obviously she is, if he likes her but not me.

“she’s pretty sweet, when she wants to be.” his eyes are alight as he speaks, a shy smile plastered on his lips. “and she’s gorgeous. the prettiest girl i’ve ever seen.”

oh. that one stings.

“oh, so is she like.. tall? or what?” i try and keep my tone light and joking, but my words still come out strained. “i bet you only date 6ft and above, right?”

i scrunch my nose and cock my head to the side, hoping and praying to whatever higher being there may be, that John will still think i’m teasing.

a smirk spreads across his lips and he huffs out a chuckle.

“mmm” he hums in consideration before bringing his hand up to his neck, just above his shoulders. “she’s actually about this tall.”

my height.

he teases me about my height.

he calls me ‘shortcake’.

he asked if i ‘felt safe’ after the ride operator at six flags said to ‘make sure all small items are secure’.

but he likes someone my height.

if it’s not my height that bothers him or makes him not like me, then what is it? what makes him like this other girl and not me?

my face twists in a mix of jealousy and dejection as i watch John bite his bottom lip, fighting back a smile.

“i need some air,” the words pass my lips as i stumble backwards a little. “excuse me.”

sparing him one last glance, i turn on my heels and weave my way through the event room, away from the bar.

my shoulder grazes against an arm and Dawson spins around, his hand coming to grip my forearm. at the sight of my downcast expression, his eyebrow thread together, his brown eyes filling with worry.

“you okay?” my brother asks lowly, and i nod my head.

“yeah, Daws, i’m fine.” i assure him. “i just need some air, i’m going up to the rooftop.”

he scans my face for a brief moment before letting his hand slip away from my arm, turning back to Jack and Dougie, and i walk away.

my flats smack along the marble and concrete floors as i reach the elevator, taking it all the way up to the empty rooftop of the hotel.

crossing the expansive roof, i come to a stop at the railing along the edge, looking out at the stars.

there’s less of them visible here in New Jersey than there are back home, but the knowledge that even when i can’t see them all, they’re still there, is comforting.

i close my eyes, clearing my mind before i open them again and just stare out at the stars. they’ve always been so fascinating and calming. bright lights in my life.

i’m not sure how long i stand here, basking in the night sky, before a silhouette sidles up to the railing beside me, casting a shadow within my peripheral vision. and somehow, without even looking, i know it’s John.

we both stay quiet for a while, almost daring the other to speak. the nip of the April night air sends a shiver down my spine as i break our silence.

"it's beautiful, right?” my voice is barely above a whisper. “the stars are endless. it's like no matter where you go, they're one constant that will always be there. you can't even see them all with the naked eye, there's just that many. they're everywhere, surrounding you. you're constantly being hugged by stars, even when you can't see them."

John is silent, making me wonder if i did or said something wrong. but when i look over at him, he just stares back at me, no sign of annoyance in sight.

i’m not sure if it’s just me and my hopeless romanticism, my desperate need to feel love, but it seems as if the space between is closing slowly, inch by inch.

my lips part as his nose nudges against mine, and my eyelashes rest upon my cheekbones as my eyes flutter shut.

oh gretzky, please don’t let this be a dream.

i can feel his breath on my skin, and just when i think John might pull back, his lips capture mine.

it’s slow and steady, but i can feel the passion pouring in from both sides. one of his hands grips the back of my neck, holding me to him, as the other settles on my hip, pulling my body closer to his. mine snake around his neck, toying with the hair at the nape.

he breaks away from me slowly, hesitantly. his head dipping down once as if to pull me in for another kiss before thinking better of it.

“i thought you liked someone?” i question breathlessly, panting to get oxygen back into my system.

“yeah.” he nods lowly. “you, shortcake.”

the next kiss is rougher, my hands pulling his lips back down to mine, the tips of my toes straining to hold my body weight up before his arms wrap around my waist, holding me up against him and taking the pressure off of my feet.

our tongues meet in a passionate battle and i moan into his mouth as his hand trails down to grip my ass.

“do you wanna go back to my place?” i murmur against his lips, getting a groaned ‘yes’ in reply.

we pull apart as quickly as honey drips, leisurely and drawn out.

his hand slips into mine as we walk back towards the elevator, and i can’t help but think how perfectly it fits. like his hand was meant to be in mine. like this; this love; is what i’ve been waiting for.

#faithlynn speaks 🪐#ask faithlynn ✨#maraschino cherry! au #john marino x reader

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beezusvreeland · 5 months

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dear reader - chapter 7

summary: Miguel took the reader’s love and friendship for granted. Something he learns reading her column, when it’s too late…Or is it?

ship: miguel o'hara x f!reader // matt murdock x reader

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Chapter 7

“Tell me about this friend of yours”, said doctor Octavius.

Ultimately, Miguel decided to follow Lyla’s advice. He was getting to a point where he would try anything to make the heaviness in his chest go away. Not that he would ever admit that to the people in his life.

Doctor Otto Octavius wouldn’t let that slide though. He was so traditional that the only option his patients had if they wanted to book a new session or communicate with him was by calling his secretary. No emails, texts or any online contact.

Miguel chose him because he was one of the best. Doctor Octavius used to be the head of the psychiatry department at Miguel’s alma mater and was highly respected in his field. The man refused to retire, opting to have fewer consultations per week. It was very exclusive. Lyla had to negotiate a very generous sum for him to see Miguel.

It was Miguel’s second session with the doctor. Miguel was seated on a dark mustard couch, holding a cream colored cushion on his lap, facing the psychiatrist, who was set on a dark brown leather chair. At first, the room annoyed Miguel, who felt it was pretentious — although he was incapable of explaining why when Lyla asked. But it grew on him. It was relaxing to be seated comfortably in peace, no notifications, calls or exterior world to worry about. It was a nice change from his insane routine.

“You’ve mentioned her a few times so far. Are you close?”

Miguel didn’t know what he was expecting from doctor Octavius, but the psychiatrist’s calm demeanor and soft voice surprised him.

“We used to be.”

“What changed?”

“I was a jerk and disappointed her…You see, she is great, really great, but I never paid a lot of attention to that, I just enjoyed spending time with her. And there was this one day when she really needed me and I wasn’t there for her.”

“What do you mean when you say you didn’t pay attention? To her, her gestures?”

“Both”, Miguel pinched his nose remembering the column about his birthday and the book you made for him. His heart sank when he thought about the gift. Miguel regretted a lot of things, but if he could go back in time, that was the day he would go back to. You were sweet and considerate and he threw the book somewhere — he had turned his place upside down, but never found it.

“She…has always been there for me, more than our other friends. She would do nice things for me and be supportive and I…I liked it”, Miguel analyzed the cushion on his lap, embarrassed to look back at the doctor. “I guess I never thought about what it meant for her or that I should reciprocate. I’ve never fully learned what friendships entail.”

“How about your other friends?”

“It’s not the same thing. I’ll meet Pav, Gwen and Hobie, hell, now even Peter, at the bar, we drink a lot and have some fun and then we all go home. We don’t exactly get into the deep stuff.”

“Would you be open to that if you had the chance?”

Miguel scratched his head.

“Discussing my feelings in public isn’t very…”

“Very what?”

“Manly.”

“We’re discussing your feelings right now. How does it feel?”

Miguel reached for the glass of water on top of the coffee table. During his first appointment with doctor Octavius, he had been so uncomfortable it made him irritable. There were times Miguel would stay silent instead of answering the psychiatrist’s questions. The doctor didn’t pry, though, and just waited. Afterwards, he felt so relaxed it made him sleepy. He hadn’t had a good night of sleep in years, but that day he did.

“It’s hard”, that was all he was able to say.

“And do you feel less of a man because of it?”, asked the doctor, crossing his legs and tilting his head.

Miguel was silent.

“Well, our time is up. We will return to this on your next appointment.”

***

You were the first in your group to arrive at the bar. You went straight to the counter and found Foggy cleaning his station. When he saw you, a smile and a funny look took over his face.

“What?”, you asked, laughing.

“I heard you went on a date so good you are about to go out with him again this weekend.”

“Oh, did you?”, you knew you were blushing, but you just felt so happy. “What else did you hear?”

“Well, I’m Switzerland, so there isn’t much more I can reveal…”

“Come on, now”, you rolled your eyes.

“What I will say is that you’re not the only one with a dumb smile. And I supposed it’s okay for me to reveal that the words ‘enchanting’ and ‘dream woman’ might have been mentioned…”

You covered your face, laughing. One date. You had only gone on one date with Matt. But it was indeed a fantastic night.

After dinner and dessert, he walked you back to your home. They said chivalry was dead, but apparently Matt Murdock didn’t get the memo. Before saying your goodbyes, he said:

“I really want to kiss you right now. Can I?”

He got closer to you, his hands on your hips, his nose almost meeting yours. You were about to melt when you came to your senses and turned your face, giving him a kiss on his cheek.

“Kisses are for the second date”, you whispered in his ear and separated from him and walked towards the stairs of your apartment building.

“In that case, when are you free?”

“Saturday night.”

“It’s a date”, he said, with a grin on his face.

“Yeah, well…I just wanted to thank you for setting us up”, you put your hands on the court to steady yourself, still recovering from your fit of laughter. “Regardless of what happens, I had fun. And God knows I needed fun.”

“The pleasure is all mine, I’m glad it worked out.”

You nodded.

“Okay, then, what is your order?”

“A dry martini and fries.”

“Fancy. Go sit, I’ll bring it to you.”

Thanking Foggy again, you went to your usual table. It was still empty, except for a leather jacket that you knew all too well on one of the chairs. Miguel was there. And you’d be alone with him. There was no way you were allowing that to happen. You were about to get up when you heard:

“Hi, cariño, arrived early today.”

[cariño: darling]

You felt chills with his voice. And the nickname that he used when he wanted something from you. You fell for it everytime.

“Hey”, you tried to control yourself as you sit again, brushing your hair from your face.

He sat next to you.

“Have you ordered yet?”, Miguel sounded cautious. Like he didn’t know where he stood with you.

It was better that way, you thought. Dealing with his confident and cocky self demanded a lot from you and you didn’t have the energy for that at that moment.

“Yes.”

“What did you get?”

Was he for real? Did he forget how to talk to people? That had never been a problem before, especially with women. Except Miguel never saw you in the same way he saw them. You had done your best the past few months to not dwell on your memories of him. At some point, it stopped hurting as much, which made you almost feel like you were over him. But being so close to him and remembering all the times he left you in the cold unveiled the seams of your wounds.

“The same as always”, you answered, knowing he wouldn’t know what you meant.

“Fries and a dry martini, then?”

Well, that was unexpected. However, your friend group has been coming to this bar for years, you ordered the same thing a million times. Maybe you were just so used to having to explain yourself over and over to Miguel that it surprised he had paid attention. Even a little bit of it.

You saw Foggy walking towards your table holding a tray with the drink and the fries. Never before have you been so grateful for an interruption.

“There you go, miss enchanting”, he teased, as he put your order in front of you. “Oh, hey, Miguel, how have you been?”

“Can’t complain.”

You closed your eyes for a moment. Why couldn't he just act like a normal person?

Foggy raised his eyebrows and his eyes found yours. You tilted your head with an apologetic look.

“Okay, then. Let me know if you need anything.”

Frowning, Miguel asked you:

“What is up with the miss enchanting thing? It’s that your new nickname?”

Before you could answer, Foggy, who was still in earshot from you, stepped in.

“It’s how one of her suitors reviewed a date with her”, said the owner of the bar, going back to the counter.

Miguel was silent, which, somehow, was even worse than him talking nonsense. He was focused on a napkin he was shedding. You pushed the bowl with the fries in his direction.

“I won’t be able to eat all of that alone.”

“Gracias.”

[gracias: thank you]

“De nada. Pendejo”, you mutter the last word. Your spanish was limited, but Miguel always throwed that word around whenever he was ranting about the executives at Alchemax.

[de nada: you’re welcome/pendejo: idiot]

“Don’t think I didn’t hear that, cariño.”

Miguel then winked at you. That did things to you, more specifically to your body. You wouldn’t fall for that, though, you couldn’t. You can’t go back to your pattern of holding on to every crumble of affection he gave you.

“Oh, shut up, just eat it!”

He chuckled.

“Where is everybody? We’ve been here for a while now."

Miguel got his phone from his jeans’ pocket and, tapping a few times, let out a “humpf”.

“They won’t come”, he said, using a shred of napkin to clean his phone’s screen.

“What?”

“There was a malfunction in the subway, they are operating with limitations, so the stations are full and the traffic is insane.” Looking at his phone, he adds: “Also, there might be a storm coming our way”.

“Ugh, great.”

You probably wouldn’t be able to get back to your place in time to avoid the storm. The only thing left to do was stay at the bar long enough for the storm to go away so you could get home.

“If we leave now and walk fast, we can get to my place before the rain starts”, Miguel got up, reaching for his wallet in his pocket.

“Migs, I think I’ll just wait here and then go home.”

“Cariño, the weather forecast is showing that the storm is going to last a while”, he put a few bills on top of the table. “Come on, get up, we have to go.”

“I’ll be fine here…”

“Cabezota, escuchame. You’ll be safer at my place, there's plenty to eat and if it comes to it, you can sleep there. Lyla picked a really comfortable bed for my guest bedroom.”

[cabezota, escuchame: listen to me, stubborn]

The idea of going back to his apartment, a place where every single wall and wooden floor said something about Miguel, was too much. He did have a nice guest bedroom, though. What concerned you was all the time leading up to that. The night had barely started. Being so close to him for so long wasn’t the best idea. But it was the only sensible one.

Everything happened so fast it took you a few moments to realize you and Miguel were running, his hand holding yours tightly. His other hand held your purse — you had completely forgotten about it.

You weren’t the only ones in a hurry: people were seeking places to escape the storm. Their movement got faster as a loud lightning appeared in the sky. The cars stuck in traffic were loud, taxi drivers screaming to other drivers, no one quite understanding why it was taking so long to get out of there.

When you were a couple blocks from Miguel’s house, a pack of dogs started running in your direction, just as desperate as you and him. They seemed to be led by a golden retriever that had a purple bandana around his neck. You looked at Miguel and both of you started laughing, running, holding hands, panting and laughing more and more, probably because of the adrenaline, but also because those dogs had a lot of personality.

A few drops of rain fell on your forehead. They quickly multiplied and yet another bolt of lightning struck. Miguel pushed your hand, forcing you to run as fast as he was, until you got to the building. Once inside, you were so light headed that you had to press your head against a wall as you waited for Miguel to unlock the door.

Thankfully, you were able to escape unscathed from the rain, so you took your shoes — that were definitely not made for running — and threw yourself on the couch. You were thankful to your past self that convinced Miguel to buy a comfortable couch for his home. His office, however, ended up with the most pretentious couch in the world — at the time, Miguel didn’t like what you said, but you remembered it made Lyla laugh a lot.

Miguel came back to the living room after going to the kitchen. He sat on the floor next to you, extending his arm offering you a water bottle.

“Mi casa es su casa, pero ya sabes de eso”, he mumbled.

[my home is your home, but you already know that]

“Thanks”, you grabbed it and raised your head just enough to drink. “Can we stay in silence for a little bit? We just had a sensory overload.”

“Uhm. I’d like that.”

The only noise you heard then was of the rain falling outside. The world was ending, but you found shelter nonetheless.

***

Dear reader,

What is the worst dating tip you’ve ever received? I start: every single one written in teen magazines. I distinctly remember subscribing to one that had a session where they asked boys what they thought about certain trends, what girls wear, etc. There is a specific one that was so silly that even my 15 old self thought “I’m too old for this shit”. The question had to do with nail polish and the colors they like or not on a girl. They destroyed pretty much all options except for french nails. As you probably already noticed, reader, I’m very passionate about the nail polish question. Especially because I read that in the very beginning of my life long obsession with black nail polish. It’s dark and, yes, maybe a little basic, but aren’t we all? It’s reliable, chic if you need to, casual if you want it to be.

Those boys were obviously clueless. But my point is we won’t get anywhere pretending to be someone we’re not. It’s cheesy in a Disney Channel movie type of way, but my best advice is: be yourself. Doing otherwise will only lead us towards frustration and heartbreak. Because you might be able to hide important parts of you for a long time, but not forever. Our true nature always finds a way to come out.

Sure, wear that cute pink top you bought online, do your hair and your make up if you feel like it, you can even wear heels if you want to. As long as you know that you don’t have to. In my experience, no one is going to like you more or less because of your black nail polish. And if they do, it means that they don’t deserve you.

Before I go, I do have another very important dating tip that can also serve a life tip in general: if you and your date go to eat hamburgers, hot dogs or any other type of sandwich, take two napkins and open them up. Fold them in half and then put them under the sandwich in a cross formation — one unfolded horizontally and the other, vertically. That way you reduce your odds of spilling any type of dressings on your outfit.

You're very welcome.

As always, never take advice from someone who’s falling apart.

Love,

The writer

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lcandothisallday · 2 years

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I am addicted to your fics but can you do one where y/n breaks up with jack bc he doesn’t spend time with her anymore. Y/n is also famous and her fans ask why they unfollowed each other and they aren’t posting each other anymore. Jack makes it up to her. Like angst to fluff.

Moving On - Jack Harlow x f!reader

Meeting Jack one year ago and him asking you on that first date was possibly the biggest blessing and curse. The nickname Princess that he often used with you was one that was well suited for you considering he always treated you like one. It was for the simple reasoning that Jack Harlow was whipped. The boy loved the chase and when he finally caught you, he held on like his life depended on it. Even fans started to pick up on it and you two slowly began to become the internet’s favourite couple. Part of it was due to you both never shying away from sharing your relationship publicly, especially when both your careers were smaller in scale.

Now with his rise to fame, and his increasingly busier schedule, all of that seemed to slowly fade. FaceTime calls were scarce; growing longer in time between calls. It was frustrating to say the least, especially because it felt like you were putting in more effort into the relationship than he did.

Jack sighed as he ran his free hand through his curls. The other hand held onto his phone tightly in front of him as he stared at your face that was present on his screen. "I thought you of all people would understand this life. So why are you constantly complaining?” he muttered.

You scoff and shake your head in annoyance. One thing about Jack was that he was stubborn. The both of you had always agreed to be communicative during your relationship but whenever you tried to bring up something that was bothering you, he always took offence and an argument ensued. "I want to be dating you, Jack! Not my phone! You barely have time for this relationship--I'm always the one flying out to where you are or rescheduling my shoots. I can't-I can't keep being second place to your work," you say with a sigh. "You don't ever try to compromise--"

“Y/N you know that I’m busy—”

You furrow your brows, the pettiness rising within you. “You weren’t fucking busy when you were in South America letting that brazillian bitch prance around you—”

Jack clenched his jaw as he let out a steady breath, trying to remain calm. “Why do you keep acting like that trip wasn’t also work?” he interrupted with a question. “And I fucking told you before that nothing happened between me and her. She was exaggerating our interactions.”

“Jack you don’t get it! When you asked me if you should do that festival-you knew it was the only week I had free before my next project,” you frowned.

Jack let out a frustrated sigh, “baby I told you to come join me—”

“And I told you I wanted to go back home to see my family that I hadn’t seen in a year and I wanted you come with me and you still didn’t consider it,” you argue. “I always come to Lousville for you and you never do the same Jack.”

“Why don’t you cut the fucking bullshit excuses and just tell me what you want,” Jack said firmly, his tone and expression fully annoyed.

At that, you were truly baffled. You couldn’t believe your ears because after all of this talking, he still didn’t know the root of the argument. All you wanted was for him to be more considerate and spend more time with you but apparently that flew way over his head.

Taking in a shaky breath, you pause a moment before you let out a sigh. “I want to break up with you…Because I just can’t do this anymore,” you admit quietly.

Jack’s eyes widened as he let out a scoff, his face turning red with anger. "Are you fucking kidding me right now?! You’re breaking up with me?” he asked, his voice raising.

“Yes because you don’t care anymore!”

“You know what? Fuck you,” was all he said before he hung up the FaceTime call on you. He proceeded to toss his phone aside before he leaned back in his bed and ran both his hands through his hair then down his face. His heart rate was picking up and the urge to cry was overwhelming. “Fuck,” he muttered, his breathing now laboured.

It was now two months later and to say you felt empty was an understatement. You missed Jack more than anything. You thought you’d be accustomed to it from the fact that even while you two were together, spending time with one another was difficult. But now you realized you took the little things like your little nightly FaceTime calls for granted.

Since the breakup, you managed to cleanse all of your socials from all occurrences with Jack. Neither of you put out an official statement of the breakup but your fans were able to assume correctly with the way you archived all of your photos together and stopped posting him and showing your support towards his shows.

Now you were sat in a dressing room, preparing to go on Ellen. Your publicist convinced you it was a good idea despite you actually hating the tv personnelle.

“Okay Y/N. You’re on in five,” an assistant spoke, you nodding to confirm.

Also in LA, Urban sat in the van with the tv on, waiting for your appearance on Ellen. Jack was off doing something in preparation for one of his shows later that night which had Urban confidentally use the massive tv rather than his phone.

To his luck, Jack barged right in the second you appeared on screen. Urban slightly panicked, searching for the remote which made Jack laugh at his best friend.

“You’re watching porn on the big screen now?” Jack teased as he toed off his shoes before he glanced up at the tv. “Oh,” he mumbled, his breath getting caught in his throat as he watched you and Ellen greet one another.

Urban instantly felt bad, his fingers finally finding the remote. “I Uh-I can turn it off.”

Jack quickly shook his head, “nah. It’s fine,” he said, plopping down onto the couch next to his best friend. “The fuck is she doing on Ellen? She fucking hates her,” he mumbled, crossing his arm as he watched curiously.

After sharing greetings and talking about your newest project, Ellen started to ask the invasive questions. You truly wished you could’ve avoided it but knowing her, you couldn’t.

“So you’re recently single right?” Ellen began. You licked your lips in annoyance before you shrugged nonchalantly, choosing not to say anything which only made Ellen smirk. “Its not a false assumption considering you deleted all of your photos with the rapper Jack Harlow.”

You sigh. “Well then you assume correctly,” was all you say.

Ellen hums in acknowledgment. “Are any of the rumours of why you broke up true?” she asked.

You shake your head. “None of them are true. It was just…bad timing,” you shrug, anxiously playing with your fingers. “I’d um…I’d honestly rather not talk about it,” you breathed out.

Jack continued to watch with a frown. “Bad timing? She didn’t even try to make things work between us!” he argued, mainly to himself. Urban sighed before he looked to Jack. “Dude if watching this is just gonna make you mad then let’s just go out—”

“I’m fine, Urb.”

Urban threw his hands up in surrender. “Whatever you say.”

Back in the studio, Ellen continued on with her interrogation towards you. “Are you dating around?”

You shake your head and let out a small and almost mocking laugh. “Nah. It’s a bit insulting if I was able to move on that quick don’t you think? I’m working on myself too you know. Don’t think I can say the same about him though,” you mumble under your breath, referring to how multiple photos of Jack and other women were surfacing on the web post breakup. The catch was he wasn’t actually sleeping with any of them.

Ellen grinned, having felt successful at getting some pettiness out of you. “You’re right,” she chuckled. “But it’s been two months and you deserve happiness so…let’s play who’d you rather!”

You furrow your brows and nod slowly. “So what’s the objective?”

“I’ll show you two men and you choose who’d you rather go on a date with,” Ellen put simply. You nod in understanding before you lean back in your seat in preparation.

The screen shifts and presents two men. “Justin Bieber or Drake?” Ellen mused in question.

“Drake for sure,” you respond with a grin. “I love Toronto so he’d be taking me there,” you joke with a shrug.

Jack scoffed but remained silent as he continued to watch, his jaw clenched.

Drake remained on screen and Justin was then replaced by Shawn Mendes. “Hm still Drake,” you confirm. Ellen nods and the next pair showed up.

“Ooh okay…are you still with Drake or are you choosing Chris Evans?” she smirked. Your eyes widened and a small laugh escapes you. “Ooh this one is tough…Chris Evans is really cute,” you think aloud.

“He’s an older man,” Ellen points out. You shrug, “sometimes you need that maturity,” you muse, indirectly insulting Jack. “So I’m choosing Chris.”

Ellen smirked. “Chris or Bryson Tiller?”

“Ooh Bryson is so fine.” You say without hesitation. “But he’s taken and I love his girlfriend so I think I’ll stick to Chris.”

The next photo that appears puts Chris against Jacob Elordi. Eyes widening slightly, you pause a moment for contemplation. “Damn…I think I’m leaning towards Jacob,” you confess with a small blush. “I like how tall he is and his accent is to die for…” you swoon. “He’s definetly very attractive. I wouldn’t mind going on a date with him,” you shrug.

The game continues and you stay persistent with your choice being Jacob which has Jack fuming to say the least.

Rolling his eyes, Jack stood up abruptly. “Fuck this,” he muttered, shaking his head and walking away.

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“Jack Harlow! Thank you for joining us today,” the male radio host mused. Jack smiled politely and nodded, “thanks for having me,” he said back.

“Okay now we’ll definetly get into your upcoming album and the making of it but first…I think we all collectively want to know the tea,” the man smirked.

Jack let out a small laugh before he shrugged nonchalantly. “Shoot man. What you wanna know?” he asked, leaning back in his seat confidentially.

“You and Y/N man…what happened with that? It got messy real quick.”

Jack let out a sigh. “It is what it is,” he shrugged. “Aight but who broke up with who? Cos she’s moved on pretty quick—”

“She broke up with me…for some shitty ass reasons too. But I gotta clarify and clear my name cos some people think I cheated but I didn’t. I loved her too damn much to do that to her,” he mumbled, looking away momentarily and clearing his throat.

The interviewer furrowed his brows. “So why y’all break up then?”

“She wanted more attention then I could give her,” he shrugged. “Nothing nasty happened. It’s just life.”

The interviewer examined Jack’s reaction a moment before he asked the next question. “You still in love with her?”

Jack let out a sarcastic laugh. “All ima say—haven’t been laid in a hot minute. Can’t seem to get it up for anyone but her,” he joked.

When fans caught wind that Jack was still in love with you and couldn’t move on, some hated you for it while others encouraged him to win you back.

He wanted so badly to text you or reach out in any way but he never did. Partly due to the fact that he didn’t want to lose his dignity but the other factor being that he thought you’d reject him. You did break up with him after all.

After hearing about Jack’s interview, you became desperate for him. Nothing serious ended up happening with Jacob and it was mainly because Jack was still on your mind 24/7 and after hearing he still loved you—you wanted him back.

When his album released, you listened to it the second it hit midnight, a mix of anxiety and excitement present as you heard it. By the end of it, you were so incredibly proud of him.

At that moment, you decided to just bite the bullet and text him. You had missed him so much and you thought maybe this was your only chance.

You: Hey J. I just heard the album. I’m so fucking proud of you. I know how hard you worked on it and it shows. It’s a masterpiece.

Neelam saw Jack’s phone ding and light up with a notification and she couldn’t help but glance to see who it was. When she did, her eyes widened.

“Who is it?” Jack asked, munching happily on some chips. Neelam licked her lips and cringed slightly. “It’s Y/N…but I think you should ignore her text—”

Neelam barely had the chance to finish her sentence before he snatched the phone off of the coffee table, his eyes widening. His heart rate picked up as he read the text over and over, a smile making its way onto his lips. Noticing this, Neelam let out a sigh. “Jack she’s only gonna hurt you again if you text back,” she warned.

“She won’t,” he defied stubbornly. “And it’s none of your business,” he mumbled, slipping out of the room and heading into a more private one. He bit his lip as he contemplated how to respond to your text.

Jack: You in LA?

You: Yeah. Until the end of the month

Jack: I’m doing a meet and greet tomorrow. Come over to my hotel after I’m done?

You: I’d like that a lot

Jack grinned upon reading your reply. It felt like he was on cloud nine in that moment, the giddiness overtaking his entire being. He quickly sent you the details and for the first time in a while, Jack went to bed excited for the next day.

As you approach the hotel Jack was staying at, your nerves were getting the better of you. You contemplated one too many times if you should turn back but you wanted to see him more than anything.

The second Jack heard your knocks, he immediately swung open the door. Both your breaths got caught in your lungs as you stared at one another. It had been too long for either or your likings.

Without missing a beat, you instantly throw yourself into him, your arms wrapping around his neck. “I’ve missed you so much,” you breath out into the crook of his neck. Jack took the opportunity to embrace you back, his heart beating wildly at you being in his arms again. “Miss you too mamas.”

Eventually he takes the step to pull away with a small smile on his lips. He takes your hand and leads you into the hotel room, the two of you taking a seat on the edge of the king sized bed.

You both sit in this half awkward half comfortable silence before he decided to speak. “So um…you and Jacob?” he mumbled in question, looking down at his feet.

Your brows furrowed and you shook your head. “We went on like two dates but nothing happened.”

“But you wanted something to happen right?”

“What? No,” you respond back firmly. “Was too hung up on you still to allow anything more to happen.”

Jack scoffed, “but you obviously wanted something to happen though? Y’all looked real close in the photos that came out,” he said lowly. “If you were still hung up on me then you wouldn’t have gone out with him.”

You take in a sharp breath as your eyes narrowed at him. “Did you ask me to come here for you to argue and get your frustration out or something?”

Jack let out a defeated sigh as he ran a hand through his curls. “I still love you,” he confessed, so quietly you almost didn’t hear him. “And it hurt me so much that you moved on so quickly.”

Your hand instantly reaches for his, giving them a gentle squeeze. “Except I didn’t move on. I tried because I thought it would make me feel better but I promise you Jack nothing happened. I couldn’t bare the thought of being with someone other than you,” you said softly, looking into his baby blue eyes. “Because I still love you too. But I couldn’t keep going with this relationship being one sided. It wasn’t fair.”

“You keep saying one sided like I fell out of love with you or something,” Jack said in offence, his brows furrowed.

“It’s what it would’ve turned in to,” you said. “Jack-baby it got to the point where we barely talked. You stopped doing all the little things that I loved- you stopped caring completely. I put in so much more effort than you did. Was I supposed to wait until you really did fall out of love with me or found pleasure in someone else?” you asked, not having even realized that you had begun crying.

Jack instantly cupped your cheeks with his larger hands, wiping away the tears with his thumbs as he looked at you with pure determination in his features. “I promise you I’ll do better. I’ll stop blowing off your family and I won’t miss any more anniversaries and I’ll call you every fucking day like it’s a religious obligation. I’ll be the boyfriend you deserve,” he promised. “Just be mine again,” he practically begged.

“I’ve always been yours,” you say, smiling softly before you eagerly sealed the deal by pressing your lips to his in a passionate kiss. Jack kissed back with fever, the two of you desperately clawing at each other to get even closer if possible. You moaned softly into the kiss as Jack laid you both down on the king sized bed, his hands running down your hot body, making butterflies erupt in your stomach and for the wetness to pool between your thighs.

“I love you so much,” he groaned against your mouth, pressing his clothed hard on against your thigh.

“I need you Jack.”

“Fuck—never thought I’d ever hear you say that again,” he mumbled softly, pressing a tender kiss to your lips again. “So let me make you feel good,” he whispered, licking his lips before smirking and inching his way further down your body.

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Little Harrington; Telling The Group - Steve Harrington x Pregnant!Reader

Summary: You're out of your first trimester and are finally telling your entire friend group.

Warnings: Pregnancy, fluff.

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The Saturday morning sun would have woken you up on its own if it wasn't for the wave of nausea that hit you. You ran quickly to the bathroom and wretched up what you had in your stomach.

The sound of Steve's steps was masked by your gagging. "I got you baby." He rubbed your back gently and helped you hold your hair until you were done.

"I'm ready for this part to be over." You chuckled, resting your hand on your considerably bigger belly. You and Steve had decided to wait until you were out of your first trimester to make the announcement to the others. Today was that day.

You guys had invited everyone over for a movie night, ensuring their arrival due to the movie being one that they got an early shipment of at Family Video.

"I know, love. You're doing so good though." Steve smiled, resting his forehead on yours and placing his hands on the sides of your belly.

Had you not just thrown up you would have kissed him right there. "You're going to be the best daddy to our little nugget, Steve, I just know it." You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and rested your head in the crook of his neck.

"I'm gonna take care of you guys." He assured you, slipping his hands around your back.

You stood like that for a moment before pulling back. "I'm gonna shower and get ready. We have plenty to do today."

He nodded and kissed your cheek. "I love you. I'm going to work on breakfast. You and Nugget need to eat."

You nodded at him. "We love you too." We had become such a habit to say to Steve, speaking for you and the baby.

Half an hour later you walked down stairs in a robe with your hair wrapped in a towel on top of your head. Steve had a spread of pancakes, bacon, eggs, and fresh fruit across the kitchen island.

"Honey, the baby is the size of a lemon, not an elephant." You couldn't help but laugh as he piled a plate for you.

He smiled at you and shrugged. "I just want to make sure you're eating enough." He said, resting the plate in front of you before bending down to kiss you.

You kissed him back for a moment before pulling back and smiling. "Thank you, baby."

The rest of the day went by fairly quickly as you and Steve cleaned up around the house, preparing for your guests. He never let you do anything that required you lifting more than a pillow, although you were plenty capable. It made him happy to help.

The doorbell rang and Steve jumped up. "I got it." He walked over and a couple minutes later Robin walked in.

"Lemme see! Gotta make sure my best friend is doing good." She was always very excited about the bump growth.

You stood and lifted the shirt.

She examined you for a moment and looked up at you. "Either he's feeding you too much, or I'm gonna have two friends." She laughed, placing her hand on your bare belly.

You rolled your eyes and laughed. "He's probably feeding me too much. You should have seen breakfast this morning." You teased, reaching for Steve's hand.

"I'm taking good care of you two." He stated, hugging you from behind as Robin removed her hand from your belly.

As you were about to speak the doorbell rang again. You sat and pulled the blanket over you, knowing your belly would be noticable if you were standing.

Eddie walked in with the six teens behind him. "I can't believe you talked me into picking up kids, dude." He said, coming to plop on the sofa.

"Yeah, well, you have a van." You countered, smirking at him.

Nancy and Jonathan came in soon after, making you all the more nervous. You weren't sure why though. Maybe it was the amount of people that would be looking at you. Maybe it was the questions they would ask. You looked at Steve, who was absolutely beaming.

His smile calmed you down quite a bit. He cleared his throat, causing everyone to look at him. "So before we start, Y/N and I have something to tell you."

Eddie and Nancy simultaneously looked over at you as you began moving to stand.

"We are... well, we're expecting." You did not expect tears to prick your eyes as you stood, letting the blanket fall. You lifted the baggy shirt to reveal the prominent bump.

"Oh my god, guys!" Nancy was the first to speak, well squeal really. Even with her and Steve's history she couldn't have been happier for the two of you.

"Nice job dude." Eddie smirked, moving to shake Steve's hand.

"There's going to be a little you?" Dustin's mouth gaped as he looked at Steve.

"This is great news!" El smiled, walking over to hug you.

"Like really great!" Max added, gripping your other side.

"How far along are you?" Jonathan questioned, resting a hand on Nancy's shoulder.

"13 weeks yesterday. I wanted to get out of the first trimester before we made a big deal." You grinned, hugging the girls at your side.

Lucas, Mike, and Will weren't quite sure what to say so they just smiled and congratulated you. The idea of you guys being happy and excited had them feeling the same.

"Have you thought of names?" Robin asked, smiling like she hadn't known the entire time.

"I have a few but she wants to know the gender first." Steve chuckled, walking over towards you.

"And they're probably all girl names." You replied as you released the girls from your sides.

Eddie laughed and shook his head. "She's gonna have him wrapped around her little fingers." He stated, apparently joining Steve on the girl train.

Steve nodded, hugging you from the back. "Yeah, she will. Her mom already does." He pressed a kiss to your cheek and rested his hands on your belly.

"Beautiful moment, really, but are we watching this movie or not?" Dustin asked, causing you to laugh.

"Come on Dusty-Bun. You're gonna be an uncle and you're worried about a movie?" You joked, stepping away from Steve to start the VHS.

"It's what I was promised." Dustin stated, nodding at you, unable to hide the wide smile on his face.

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I never lost him Trigger warnings for PTSD, mentions of war, torture, etc. Just unapologetic cuddling and comfort ft. Steve Rodgers. Bucky Barnes x F Reader Chapter 5 3500 words fluff, angst, comfort. 18+ MDNI Post TWS Steve realises that he's not the only one looking for Sargent Barnes. Reader is Tony’s sister, a non-enhanced shield agent who recently resurfaced.

When morning finally comes, it’s her who wakes first, stretching and yawning and running her hands through her lovers hair to soothe him when he starts to come round, too.

“Hi, handsome” she whispers, letting him nudge her jaw with his nose in greeting, “Sleep well?”

Not really, Bucky thinks grimly, fighting back against the lingering, nightmarish visions still burning behind his eyes, But I slept, so I guess that’s something.

Y/N knows what his silence means. She draws him in a fraction closer, bringing her lips to his brow.

His metal arm lets out a low moan, polished fingers furling against her hip bone.

“How do you wanna do this, doll?”

She quirks a brow, letting him move up to peer at her with tired eyes.

“Today” he clarifies, “The move”

Bucky watches curiously as she smiles at him, letting her fingers roll along his jaw, down, so that they can tickle his neck, too.

“However you want, Buck”

Her voice is like honey. It’s thick, and sweet, and he’d drown in it, if he could.

“I want it over with…” he says, harsher than he’d intended.

Y/N chuckles at that, light and airy.

“That’s fair” she allows, playing with his hair, “Want me to call Steve? or Tony, maybe… Tony could make up some excuse, get rid of him for a couple of hours?”

Bucky’s lip purses, he shuts his eyes for a minute, and considers wether or not orchestrating an event to remove his oldest friend from the building might be a step too far.

“You… You think he’d buy it?”

“I don’t think it matters-” she says, calm “-if SHEILD call him in for something, he has to go check it out”

“You didn’t mention anythin’ about SHEILD”

“My brother has some pull with head-office” she reminds him, “It’s the easiest way to clear everyone who’s not staff out of the tower”

He looks unhappy for a moment, but then his expression shifts to considerate.

Eventually, after a few deep breathes, he nods.

“Do… Do I get my own room?” he asks, voice almost jovial-

Y/N laughs, already on her mobile.

“Sure you do, Barnes” she tells him, “It’s bein’ made up as we speak, we settled on blue for the decor”

She lowers her phone, expecting to see some kind of smile on his face.

Maybe those genuine expectations are why the look of pure horror catches her so off guard.

“Hey-” she bursts, “-Hey— What’s the matter?”

The device she’d been clutching lies forgotten by her legs, as she reaches over to stroke his cheeks with both of her hands.

Silently, Bucky reaches up, so that he can bring one set of her knuckles to his lips. He presses a kiss against her thumb, and hopes she can’t feel the way his jaw is quaking.

“You want a different colour?” she presses, aiming for humorous, “Or-”

He shakes his head, drawing in a breath through his nose.

“..I… I thought we… we’d be staying together…”

There isn’t a question in his voice. He’s not asking for clarification. He’s already settled on his conclusion and that is what she thinks is the most upsetting.

“Do you really believe I’d just leave you on your own like that?”

Blue eyes widen, he clutches her hand a little tighter as he stares at her, and then he shakes his head.

“No” he confesses, voice breaking now, “No, but if-”

“You have your own room for if you want it” Y/N explains, “It’s there for you if you want your own space, but nobody— Not a single person is going to take me away from you, okay?”

She knows what he fears. He’s told her. He’s spent a long time telling her all the horrible ways he’s been kept over the years, and she’s long since realised that isolation is what scares him most.

Her assurance settles him. He nods, and kissers her hand before lowering it back to the sheets.

“Will…” Bucky makes himself ask, “…Will we be going to your room, then?”

He wants details, she realises, He wants to know exactly what’s going to happen.

That’s fair. That’s more than fair, really.

“When we have a time” she begins, tone deliberately calm, “Then we’ll get started here, Buck… We’ll grab whatever you want to bring and we’ll take my car back to the tower…”

He’s watching her, clearly hanging on her every word.

“…then…” she continues, “…then we’ll park in lower garage and take the elevator up to the main block—“

“Main block?”

The genuine intrigue in his voice makes her smile, she brings his hand to her lips this time, kissing the cool metal as she nods.

“The main block” he hears her confirm, “There are a couple of out-buildings, Buck… Trainin’ areas, workshops, guest houses, bits like that”

He’s awestruck, but he just nods, waiting for her to continue reciting their plan for the day;

“So” Y/N sighs, “Once we’re inside, we’ll head straight up to our suite”

“Our” he cuts in again, the word feeling foreign on his tongue, “Our?”

That is definitely a question.

“Well, yeah” she beams, “If we’re goin’ to share, then that makes it ours, doesn’t it?”

He lets out a disbelieving scoff, the hand he’s not clinging to hers with going up to scratch at his jaw.

“…And once we’re in there…” Y/N says, “…then we can do whatever you want, Buck… We have all the toys, and a kitchen, and a bathroom with a proper tub…”

“And Steve?”

“When he comes home?…” she checks, waiting for his nod before continuing, “…We’ll be in our room by then, won’t we?”

He nods again, watching her.

“So, I think that answer falls under ‘we can do whatever you want’-” she replies, “-As soon as we get inside our door is going to lock, the only people gettin’ in are people we let in so whatever happens is totally up to you”

He pauses then, mid breath as his brow furrows with consideration.

“Do…” he gulps, “…Do we have to tell him I’m there?”

“No” Y/N allows, “But he’s not stupid, Buck, after a couple of days he’s bound to figure it out and I think it might be a little bit kinder not to drag it out too long…“

Again, his expression shifts to something awfully thoughtful. This time, she can’t help but reach over to stroke his hair back, away from his eyes.

Her phone buzzes, but she ignores it. Relishing instead, in the way he’s pushing back against her touch.

“We… We have to tell him today”

The certainty in his tone is oddly familiar. She knows what it sounds like when he’s set on something, when his minds been made up. Trying to talk him out of whatever it is, is a waste of energy. She’s curious though, about how he’d come to his decision;

“Why?”

Bucky blinks at her, looking resigned.

“It’s like you said, doll…” he sighs, “…He’ll find out anyway, in a couple’of days, and then… then if he knows that I hid from him he’s only going’ to feel guilty— like I… like I don’t trust him and I—” he runs a hand through his hair, “—I do.”

That makes sense. She nods.

“If I tell him I need space, do you really think he’ll back off?”

“Do you?” she challenges, knowing that’s what really matters.

After another momentary pause, he inhales, squeezing her fingers again.

“Yeah” he whispers, “Yeah, I— I trust him.”

With an approving smile, Y/N nods again, releasing his hand so that she can grab her cell phone that has been vibrating unhappily by her knee.

Bucky watches her curiously as she unlocks it, reading whatever is on her screen. He’s about to ask when she laughs, rolling her eyes and slipping it back onto the nightstand.

“Tony already had it covered” she tells him, “He says he scheduled everyone including himself in for a full morning of charity gigs— y’know? meet and greets, photo opps with kids, that kinda thing— he, uh, thought about using his connections with SHEILD but didn’t think you’d like the idea of gettin’ them involved, so he went with this instead…”

Bucky’s jaw drops.

“Smart, really—” Y/N continues, “—Captain America can’t bail on things like that, not with press swarmin’ around”

The man is still staring at her, lamely trying to wrap his head around the idea that her brother has had the forethought to arrange something like this for him. For his benefit, for the benefit of the man that killed his parents—

“So” her calm voice drawls, “We have ‘till three to get settled. That’s plenty of time, love.”

He forces a smile, but Y/N can see that he’s not quite present.

“Do you want to get breakfast?” she presses, trying to coax him back to her, to the present, where she can kiss his cheek, “or—”

Bucky’s head shakes slowly. He tries to think of anything other than the sound of Howard Stark begging for his life.

“Can we go now?” he asks, suddenly needing to move, “Can… Can we just… go?”

“Hey…” Y/N soothes, sitting up to kiss at his cheek, “Sure we can, but, just— breathe for me, love, look at me”

He does, blue eyes blink to hers, and she watches tears fill them.

“I’m sorry” he whispers, “I’m so, so sorry”

And just like that, she knows he’s not apologising for anything he’s done recently. In her opinion, he’s not apologising for anything he has ever done.

Still, she knows that’s a pointless road to go down right now, so, she nods, and kisses him again.

“…I know…I know you are” he hears her swear, “…It’s okay…”

“I didn’t mean too” he sniffs, “I…”

“I know” she says again, “Sweetheart, I know you didn’t”

He looks so desperate, that for a second she reconsiders all of this. Maybe he’d be better off right here, with her, away from Tony, and Steve and Natasha and any other reminder of a past he should never have had to live through… But then, he blinks, ducking his head and sniffing back tears, as his free hand comes up to tug at the dog tag that he hasn’t taken off since she’d given it to him, and she knows they have to try.

“Bucky” she whispers, “I love you— I know this isn’t easy, but you’ve gotta hear me when I tell you that I wouldn’t put you in danger”

“I know” he agrees weakly, “I know, and I… I love you too, doll— I… I really do, and I trust you, I- I just, I feel so bad… like everythin’ that happened was because I wasn’t strong enough to stop it and I- I don’t want to wait too long now and freak out, I- I just want to get movin’…”

That makes a whole lot of sense, so she nods, pressing a final kiss against his cheek before straightening up a fraction and suggesting that they get started on packing.

He doesn’t want to bring much, and most of her belongings are already at the tower.

It’s sad really, how everything he owns fits into a backpack.

Y/N does try and convince him to bring any trinkets he’s grown attached too, any books or maybe some of the clothes they’ve stocked into the closets, but, he declines, confessing that he’s barely touched anything outside of the kitchen, including the wardrobe.

“I don’t need much” he says, baseball cap firmly in place, “I don’t think I’ve ever kept clutter”

She rolls her eyes, holding onto his gloved hand as they start to towards the door.

“Lucky for you I have plenty” she scoffs, “we’ll have to order you some proper clothes though, Buck, that henley is older than me.”

“I’m older than you”

She laughs at his rebuttal, and he cracks his first real smile of the morning.

He manages to keep it well into their journey. The pair chatter about nothing. About the cost of sweaters and the way her brother dresses sometimes.

It’s only when they pull up outside the towers back gates that his expression turns dower.

There’s a concerned crease between his brow, and his eyes are flicking around their new surroundings in an obvious act of surveillance.

Y/N doesn’t comment on the shift, she just holds his hand as the door to the internal garage opens, and the car slows to a crawl in it’s usual space.

“What’s your threat level, huh?”

She’d started asking him that years ago. When she’d needed to try and find a way of letting a terrified solider let her know how scared he was, without having to say it out-right.

He finds it just as comforting now, which is probably why they still use the system so often.

“6” is the answer Bucky settles on after a beat of consideration.

“Want to take a minute?” she offers, “they others are out, they won’t be back ‘till much later on.”

“Maybe?” he says, “Could… could I take a look around?”

He wants to familiarise himself with his new environment. To scan it for any threats that might’ve once been lurking in the shadows.

“Sure” she agrees, opening her own car door, “You can look wherever you want”

He doesn’t venture far. He just circles the room, stopping every few paces to examine something he’s decided might be important.

This isn’t new behaviour. He’s been this way ever since she’d first met him, and she’s long since abandoned trying to decipher how much of this overly cautious attitude was there before HYDRA trained it into him.

There must’ve been something there before. Some small spark of nervousness that has only been heightened by the trauma of his experiences.

Maybe I’ll ask Steve, she muses dryly, I’m sure he’d love to tell me all about how he was when they were younger.

“Is… is there somethin’ below us, doll?” Bucky asks growing still at Y/N’s side,

“Yeah, sweetheart” she answers, “It’s just storage— it’s full of Tony’s scraps.”

Bucky nods, seemingly satisfied.

“4” is what he says, reaching out for her hand, “Is there a security system?”

That makes her laugh, a real, untempered laugh bursting through her lips as they head towards the entrance.

“FRIDAY— This is Bucky”

His eyes narrow, with confusion, and then, they widen as a gentle glow of blue flutters across his vision.

“Nice to meet you Sargent Barnes— I am FRIDAY”

“8” he bursts, fingers tightening around her own as a sudden flush of panic tightens around his chest, “8”

“Hey” Y/N soothes, realising that this display might be more than a little bit jarring, “Hey, it’s okay— she’s the security system, she’s our AI, it’s alright”

He blinks 3 times fast, trying to keep his breathing steady.

“I’ve been informed by your brother that he is to be given full family access, is that still applicable?”

“Wh-what does she… what does she mean?”

“She means-” Y/N exhales, “-That Tony told her that you were coming”

That seems to settle him for a beat. He slips back into silence and she can’t help but lean in and press a kiss against his cheek.

“Is… Is she real?”

Her head quirks at that, a smile tugging at her lips.

“Why don’t you ask her?”

“She… she can hear me?” he asks, “All the time?”

“Not exactly, Sargent Barnes— I can only hear you when I’m listening. Daily conversations are filtered by the lower levels of my programming so that I don’t intercept private information.”

“My… My name is Bucky” he says, eyes looking up and around at the ceiling, “Are… are you a real person?”

“No, Bucky. I am a type of Artificial Intelligence programmed by the Starks to manage the various systems that are integrated throughout their homes and technology.”

“So, you’re… you’re a computer?”

“If that makes it easier for you to understand” she allows, “but not really.”

Y/N laughs again, and squeezes his hand.

“She has a personality, and independent thought. We coded her, but it’s not as simple as her just being a computer.”

“Like Vision?” he asks, trying to make sense of the bizarity of the situation, “You told me about him”

“Kind of” she agrees, “He started off as JARVIS, who handled things before FRIDAY, but he’s got a physical body, now, and a little extra kick from the stone.”

“So” Bucky exhales, “She’s runs the security?”

“She runs everything” Y/N says proudly, “We have tones of security protocols, Buck- Force fields, DNA walls, facial recognition and genetic detectors - It’d be impossible to have all of those monitored by staff 24/7, so FRIDAY oversees them, checks them for bugs or abnormalities.”

“Can I see?” he asks suddenly, “Not right now- but, but one day, I- I’d really like to see how it all works.”

Her heart swells in her chest as she sees the genuine spark of interest behind his eyes.

It’s so sweet, seeing him letting himself admit to his curiosity that she can’t help but kiss him again.

“Sure” she promises, “Sure you can, as soon as we get settled, I’ll pull up all the screens with you, give you a guided tour, okay?”

“That sounds nice” he muses, “I… I always liked tech, ever since I was a kid I… I used to think it was magic, I always said if I’d’ve been able to go to school it would’ve been for somethin’ like that”

“Look at you” she teases, “Beauty and brains.”

He scoffs, eyes rolling as she inches in towards him;

“Still at an 8?” she murmurs, lips ghosting his jaw.

“5” he alters, leaning down in an attempt to garner another kiss.

She obliges, not pulling away until she’s confident that his calm facade is almost genuine.

“Ready to head inside?” she checks, looking at the door, “It’s a straight shot up the stairs, or we can take the elevator.”

They don’t.

Bucky asks if she’d mind walking, and the way he’s still gripping her hand makes her answer real simple.

They go slow. Y/N is more than happy to let him peer out of the windows and let his free fingers graze the polished banisters.

She catches him starring at the view from the seventh floor with a strange amount of longing, and that’s when she decides to break the silence they’d been settled in.

“You can see the fields” she notes, over his shoulder, “and there—” she points, “That lake? is great for fishing”

“Steve likes it there?” he checks, “You told me he spent all weekend there last month”

“Yeah” she confirms, “He tried to put a tent together, but I asked FRIDAY and she told me that he couldn’t quite manage it”

Bucky scoffs at that, leaning into her side a little more obviously.

“How far does the forcefield go?”

“We have 3 layers” she answers, “Zone X, Y and Z— Z is the inner ring, X is the outer.”

He nods, face considerate.

“FRIDAY, can you light them up for a second, please?”

“Sure thing, boss”

“You can only really see the nearest one from here” Y/N tells him, “the other two go out too far— the furthest is a couple of miles over the gate line.”

The soft blue dome is beautiful. It’s shimmering like water as it disappears into the sky, and then, into the trees that are lining the horizon line that’s visible from the window.

“That’s incredible” he says, genuinely meaning it, “How… How does it work?”

“God” she chuckles, “I suppose me just sayin’ that it ‘just does’ isn’t goin’ to cut it, huh?”

He smiles, turning to face her properly.

“It’s energy based, sweetheart, self-fuelled by the arc reactor technology that keeps the rest of the building running”

“Energy based?” he parrots, clearly keening for more detail, “So it’s not physical?”

“It’s a meta-physical barrier” Y/N allows, “but if it deems any other energy signatures to be a problem the pro-tons knit together in whatever arrangement is needed to repel them”

“So” he starts, “It reads other types of energy and if it thinks it’s a threat then it can change itself to get rid of it?”

“Basically” she agrees, “It’s why birds don’t fry themselves by getting too close, why we could drive up and in, why Tony can take off and land and why Steve’s shield could make it out to hit a goon that wouldn’t stand a chance at touching it”

The look of awe on his face takes her off guard.

It dawns on her that maybe she’s so used to all of these impossible things that it’s easy for her to forget how unusual they are to everyone else.

“and that’s just one facet of the security systems” FRIDAY announces suddenly, “you are safe here, Sargent Barnes.”

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mysecretlittlelibrary · 1 year

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Just Let Me Adore You Pt. 5

Pairing: Stucky x Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: none actually

Genre: kinda comedy, kinda fluff

Summary: You’ve been dating your boyfriend, Bruce, for 3 absolutely blissful years. He’s a scientist and professor who is as smart as he is kind and if anyone asked, you were sure you’d spend the rest of your life with him. That is until two mysteriously charming men that Bruce swears are dangerous take an interest in you that threatens to turn your entire life upside down. I mean… what exactly are you supposed to do with two gorgeous men telling you something that suggests that basically everything you think you know is a lie? And why does part of you have enough doubt to wonder if they might be telling the truth?

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You toss some clothes from your closet onto your bed where Wanda is sitting. She's spending the afternoon with you at the apartment. You were supposed to go out to lunch but you both decided you weren't feeling the restaurant you were planning to go to so instead you ordered pizza and changed your day out to a day in.

"Okay, pick something." You tell her.

"Wait you upcycled all of these?"

"Well no not yet, I mean a couple of them I've started to upcycle but I haven't finished. This is a pile of clothes I bought specifically to upcycle. I can't decide on my next project so I'm letting you pick. I'll start it later but I don't wanna forget to ask you before you leave."

"Can I have the finished product of whatever you end up doing with it?" She asks.

"Yeah sure, I really just like to make the things. I can make sure it's something you would wear if you want it though." You shrug.

"Okay! Let me look through the options then." Wanda says sifting through the pile.

"Take your time. In the meantime- girl we need to discuss some shit." You say.

"Uh oh. What are we discussing?" She laughs.

"So you know how I told you Steve and Bucky are werewolves and that they seem convinced that I am one as well?" You ask. It's been a few days since your last conversation with Bruce about Steve and Bucky and even though you're pretty sure you've managed to calm him down about the situation you honestly haven't been able to let the whole thing go. On one hand you have no reason to trust Bucky and Steve but on the other you're having trouble rationalizing the idea that they're straight up lying to you about who you are.

"Yes, I recall. We decided you weren't going to look into that though because you didn't think it made sense. Right? What's the deal? Have you changed your mind on the validity of their theory? Did something new happen?"

"I didn't ask you before because I was busy spiraling but do you think it's possible? That I could be a werewolf?" You ask instead of answering her question directly,

"I think- it would be irresponsible to dismiss the possibility without any real consideration." She shrugs.

"That is not what I asked you. I asked if you think I could be a werewolf."

"I think it's a not so unreasonable conclusion based on some of the things I know about you."

"Wait hang on, all these years we've been friends, you've suspected I was a werewolf this whole time and never thought to bring it up? Why?"

"Okay first of all; not the whole time it's just over the years I've noticed that some of your behaviors align with what I know of lycanthropy but it was only a hunch and while there are spells that can verify that sort of thing but I would never do that to you without your consent. Plus I don't think you've been lying to me about being human so at best you were a werewolf that didn't know it and I didn't want to cause you an identity crisis over a barely supported suspicion."

"So you think I'm a werewolf? I cannot believe you convinced me Steve and Bucky were delusional when you have the same prognosis!"

"I wasn't trying to convince you they were delusion at all! All I did was explain how their personal stake in this, as in their suspected feelings for you, could affect the credibility of whatever they say to you! You weren't looking for a reason to believe them, you were looking for a reason to believe Bruce, so I gave you one. I think if you're seriously considering what they said as true at all you should just call your mom. Worst case scenario she has no idea what you're talking about and assumes you've lost your mind. Or she'll tell you that you are a werewolf. Either way you've got a definitive answer and that's much better than whatever this is." Wanda shrugs.

"Okay, well, there is- another piece of information at play here that I initially left out for safety reasons but I think at this point you should probably know it now." You say.

"Is it no longer a safety concern?"

"Uhhh I mean, maybe. Like there's nothing making it safer now than it was before but I don't even know if it's actually unsafe in the first place."

"Y/n are you in danger? Because if anything happens to you I will have heads on pikes. You know this. What is going on?"

"I love that you are as fiercely protective as you are but I'm gonna ask you to dial it back because I think you would be legally classified as a serial killer if you tried to put the heads of everyone potentially involved on pikes." You say.

"First of all, the cops couldn't catch me if they tried so that is not a deterrent. Secondly, who is potentially involved?! Stop speaking in circles and please get to the point."

"Bruce thinks that Steve and Bucky are the heads of a werewolf mafia." You rush out.

"A what?" Wanda blinks at you with disbelief clear on her face.

"Girl, I thought the same thing. So once upon a time, Bruce worked for some scientists that studied a local community of werewolves only to learn that New York has a wolf crime syndicate and Steve and Bucky are possibly at the top."

"Possibly?" She frowns.

"Yeah because of course he never figured out who was in charge of any of this he's just speculating that it's Steve and Bucky because of... honestly very little information actually, so little that it seems silly but that kid Peter from my job, he has some friends that are definitively involved in it apparently."

"Somehow as you're explaining this I am just getting more and more confused."

"Yeah well I've been following it for quite a while at this point and I still barely understand it half the time. Let's see, Peter has some friends who've come to the bookstore a few times. One of those times, Bruce showed up and he recognized them I guess, and realized they were part of the werewolf mafia scene. That's when he informed me that he was a research assistant for a team that made enemies of this particular group of werewolves, because of course, they did, now Steve and Bucky being the leaders is more so a hunch of his, we have no proof of that besides the fact that they are werewolves and the leaders supposedly have the initials S and B. Also, he thinks the flirting with me and claiming I'm a werewolf and that claiming that he has known that information is all like psychological warfare I guess, against him."

"Wait so he thinks Steve and Bucky courting you essentially is an attempt to get back at him?"

"He thinks they'll hurt me to get to him. Yes."

"Wouldn't they have done something by now if that was their plan?" She frowns.

"That's exactly what I said to Bruce! Especially because they didn't even know who he was until the second time we ran into them together, which was the third time I met them. He thinks they've just been lying to lure me into a false sense of security before they attack or whatever but my whole thing is like why would they need to do all of that if they're these super powerful crime guys anyway?" You huff.

"So he thinks because of some research project he was an assistant for not even leading anything, which I'm assuming also happened before you met, that Steve and Bucky are plotting against him, and trying to use you for their revenge?" Wanda asks.

"Yeah pretty much. I think you got it." You nod.

"Why didn't you mention any of this before now? Your life has basically become a telenovela. This is not the kind of tea you just hold onto!"

"I didn't tell you because I barely believe it myself. There really isn't any proof to support most of this craziness. I'm taking Bruce at his word because he's my boyfriend and I trust him but Steve and Bucky being werewolf crime bosses attempting to use me to get at him all feels absurd. The only thing supporting any of his claims is that Steve and Bucky told me that they were werewolves but that doesn't mean they're some crazy crime lords I just- I can't imagine Bruce would make all of this up. I don't want to." You sigh. Wanda grabs your phone from your desk and holds it out to you.

"Call your mother. Now. Get an answer to the werewolf question and then we can tackle the possibility of all the other shit. Confront Bruce if you have to or if not deal with the chance that you're on the wolf mob's hit list." She says.

"Actually no because how did my life get so damn complicated? Like hearing you say it like that? I literally work at a bookstore, how am I potentially dealing with a werewolf mafia?"

"We can worry about how we got to this point later, right now we call mom, and ask the burning question that could change everything."

"Okay just because my life sounds like a telenovela doesn't mean you need to narrate it like one." You roll your eyes.

"Hey if you're living in chaos make the best of it. Now, let's call mom." Wanda shrugs.

"You just want confirmation for your own theory." You chuckle grabbing your phone from her.

"I want this crisis to stop, or at the very least I want us to progress to the next stage and we can't do that without an answer to this question at this point. You can only do so much with speculation and I think we have exhausted the usefulness of speculating in this situation. I mean I am curious if I was right at all that's true but it's like only a bonus of you calling your mother and getting some answers. You need answers y/n." She says and you roll your eyes as you dial your mother's number. Each ring makes you more nervous as you grapple with the fact that you're maybe about to find out something life altering.

"Hello?" Her voice comes through the phone and you're equally relieved and stressed.

"Mom! Hi! How are you?"

"Y/n! I'm good sweetie, so nice to hear from you. Everything alright?" She asks. She can probably hear in your voice that something's weighing on you. That's just how she is sometimes.

"Well, I actually have a question for you. It's kind of a strange one honestly." You say.

"No such thing, you know you can always ask me anything." She says. You take a deep breath before you let the words fall from your mouth.

"Am I a werewolf?"

"I'm sorry?" She asks with an awkward chuckle.

"Am I a werewolf?" You ask again, slower this time.

"Oh shit, did you turn?"

"Did I turn?! Is that your way of confirming that I am actually a werewolf?!" Your eyes widen.

"Honey-"

"Momma I need you to answer my question with a yes or a no, am I a werewolf or aren't I?" You ask. The words hang in the air for a moment before she sighs.

"You are." She says.

"Holy. Shit." You say before you can stop yourself, and when you look at Wanda you can tell by the look on her face that she knows exactly what you just heard.

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wexhappyxfew · 1 month

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hi shannon! i saw you were taking prompts and i knew i HAD to ask for bessie! can i ask for "i wouldn't miss it for anything" from the random dialouge prompts for her? excited to see what you come up with!

HEY BLU!!!! thanks so much for stopping by! :) let's just say i had a LOT of fun with this prompt and got to play with a few OCs i haven't introduced in writing yet - so, please enjoy our resident navigator of Silver Bullets, bessie carlisle, with judy rybinski and a guest appearance from marianne salinger! please enjoy and thank you again!

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"Has Tommy written you?" Judy asked quietly from beside her against one of the walls inside the flying club, nudging her shoulder with that small smile of hers, "Any news from the Pacific?" Bessie grinned and pulled the letter from her pocket.

"That and some newspaper cutouts of the 100th that he's been seeing," Bessie said pushing some hair behind her ears, "a real sweetheart, truly, my Tommy." Judy giggled and looked through the cutouts and glanced at Bessie.

"He popped the question yet?" Bessie glanced at Judy before smiling slightly and crossing her arms.

"He's hinted….through his letters. When I see you again…..my Ma's house….back porch looks beautiful in the summer….I'll get you flowers the second we're home and a nice dinner….Mr. Thomas McKenzie isn't smooth when it comes to covering up his intentions in the sweetest way possible." Bessie said with a chuckle and Judy giggled again.

"Please tell me I can attend the wedding." Judy said, gripping Bessie's arm gently with a soft squeeze, "I'll make my Mom's lemon and blueberry scones for the bridal shower."

"Awe, Judy," Bessie said with a grin, "of course you'd be there, dressed in a beautiful blue dress no doubt. One that matches your eyes. All the girls." Judy grinned - she always looked happiest with the women of Silver Bullets. Her smile looked best glazed on her face with joy.

"I wouldn't miss it for anything, you know that." Judy said, looping an arm through Bessie's, "And you two are going to have a wonderful family, and a cute little home, and you'll be the best geography teacher Queens has ever seen."

"Thanks, Judy." Bessie whispered and Judy watched her, genuinely and deeply, her eyes peaking out from behind her long eyelashes and bright, blue eyes.

Judy, young as she was, was by far one of the most genuine people one would ever meet. Attentive, kind, considerate, as well as someone with incredibly good aim (but you wouldn't guess that about her from first meeting), Judy was like Bessie's little sister in some ways. An incredibly good friend, listener, and tagged along with every opportunity - beers, darts, dancing - she was there.

"Good evening, ladies," both Bessie and Judy looked up and over and found the newest replacement pilot - Lieutenant Robert Rosenthal - stood there, perfectly gelled and curled hair, a soft look in his eyes, a slight smile on his face, and his peak cap tucked under his arm, "I don't mean to interrupt." Bessie watched the Lieutenant; she'd never spoken to him, but Annie had come back from a meeting with Operations, mentioning that she'd had a run-in with a new Lieutenant, Robert Rosenthal, and that he'd been real sweet, a calm presence, and had flown B-17s in Texas in his skivvies. Bessie smiled. Quite the combination.

"Not at all," Bessie said, with a wide smile growing on her face, "what can we do for you?" Lieutenant Rosenthal smiled and nodded and stuck out a hand.

"Robert Rosenthal, I just wanted to introduce myself to all the women a part of Silver Bullets," he said, and Bessie shook his hand firmly, "I met Lieutenant Bradshaw and she advised for it and said you'd all be here, and I wanted to follow through with that."

"Bessie Carlisle, I'm the navigator." she said, before glancing at Judy and almost chuckling at her face. Judy - sweet, innocent, Judy Rybinski, was stood, bright-red in the face, a nervous smile on her lips, watching Lieutenant Rosenthal, staring up at him like she suddenly didn't know how to speak. Bessie nudged her ribs.

"Judy Rybinski, sir," Judy said, sticking out a hand, "turret-ball gunner. Pleasure to meet you." Bessie watched Lieutenant Rosenthal shake her hand, a small smile on his face as he nodded, before readjusting his gaze to the two of them.

"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you both," he said, "Lieutenant Bradshaw discussed with me the previous happenings of Silver Bullets and her position as well….I'm sorry about Captain Faulkner." Bessie watched Lieutenant Rosenthal, feeling Judy's tightening grip on her arm an evident signal that Judy's emotions about Captain Faulkner were still as prominent as the day it had happened.

The day Francis had called over the comms that Birdie had died on impact, that she, Francis herself, was taking control of the fort, that she was going to make sure they'd make it all back, safely. Bessie remembered Judy coming up and out of the ball turret, eyes red, stumbling as she tried to control herself, curled up in her cot thereafter, struggling to get out of bed. It was their first real loss and ultimately the most devastating. It wasn't like they'd gone down and she was MIA; she was gone, she was dead.

"She was one of the best pilots I'd ever met," Bessie said, "thank you though, Lieutenant Rosenthal." Lieutenant Rosenthal nodded and then looked towards Judy. Bessie took a willing glance at Judy and saw her, a few drips of tears in her eyes being fought back in her vision and she nodded.

"Yes, sir, one of the best," Judy offered.

"I'm sorry," Lieutenant Rosenthal said quickly, "I didn't mean to upset you both, just that I recognize how important she was to the 100th-"

"No, no," Bessie said quickly, placing a hand on his arm and shaking her head, "not at all, she was the best, but really, don't worry, it's okay." Lieutenant Rosenthal smiled and nodded and then glanced towards Judy again.

"Can I buy you both something?" he asked them. Bessie knew Judy had a nearly entirely filled beer in her hand and that Bessie's was almost out, so she cleared her throat and nodded.

"Yeah, Judy here could use a refill, I'm pretty filled though still with my beer, thank you though, Lieutenant." she said with a nod and glanced at Judy who was staring at Bessie with wide eyes.

"Let me get you something," Lieutenant Rosenthal said to Judy and Bessie watched as Judy swallowed and stood up a bit straighter and nodded.

"Thank you, sir, I'd appreciate it." Judy said, nervously tucking her dark brown strands of hair behind her ears that had fallen from her curls, "You really don't have to though, sir, I was thinking of taking the rest of the night in." Lieutenant Rosenthal smiled - he had an incredibly nice smile - and glanced back at the bar and then back towards Judy.

"You sure?" he asked her, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. Judy watched him for a moment before a nervous smile grew on her face.

"Maybe just one drink then, sir," she said, her cheeks glowing red, before glancing towards Bessie, "I'll be back in a bit, Bes, don't wait up for me." Bessie grinned and watched as Judy stepped forward and waded beside Lieutenant Rosenthal towards the other part of the bar, a smile riding on her face, far and wide. Bessie couldn't remember the last time Judy had let herself as loose as she seemed to be tonight. She deserved to relax a bit, especially with how the last few months had been for her.

"A pleasure to meet you, Lieutenant Carlisle," Lieutenant Rosenthal said with a wave over his shoulder and Judy shot her a grin. Bessie nodded with a smile.

"Who's that?" a voice asked, appearing beside Bessie in record fashion - she glanced over and found Marianne Salinger, resident tail gunner of Silver Bullets, with her orange cat, Frank, curled in her arms, a slight smile dancing on her face as she watched Judy stand at the bar next to Lieutenant Rosenthal, the widest smile spread on her cheeks.

"Lieutenant Robert Rosenthal, you heard anything about him?" Bessie asked her. Marianne shrugged her shoulders and glanced towards Bessie.

"Flew planes in skivvies, that's about it. Likes Artie Shaw, taps his fingers a lot." Marianne said quietly, ever-observant as she was, "Seems like a nice crew, don't know much else though." Bessie smirked and glanced over back towards Judy and found her rather excitedly talking to Lieutenant Rosenthal - Judy was very enthusiastic about a select few things and that usually involved intense hand-waving and apt descriptions and Bessie could tell the girl was in her element. And Lieutenant Rosenthal, ever the enthralled and attentive person he appeared to be, was listening intently and deeply, his eyes seemingly refusing to leave her face.

"Judy looks happy and I think that's all that matters," Marianne said with a smile, lifting up the fat, orange cat, "and we'll let Frank here get the final word, but at the minute, if she's happy, I'm happy." Bessie reached forward and scratched behind Frank's ears, the cat purring slightly and the touch before she noticed the slight tear in his ear.

"What happened to Frank here?" Bessie asked and Marianne rolled her eyes and glanced towards where DeMarco was with Meatball.

"Meatball was bothering Frank, and so Frank, as he should, not putting up with his bullshit, fought back and well, his poor little ear got the brunt of it," Marianne said, "I was up Benny's ass about letting Meatball all about - you know it killed one of the neighbors' chickens? I told Benny to get a grip on his dog or else there'd be issues." Bessie let out a laugh and shook her head and Marianne sighed.

"Major Cleven had to go pay the poor son-of-a-bitch because Meatball killed the thing," Marianne grumbled, "I mean, Frank's one of the most chaotic cats I've ever gotten the pleasure of holding, but he's not going around doing that. He's just crazy when he wants, but I control him."

"You're too funny, Mar," Bessie said and watched as Marianne smirked and shook her head, "so, you want to introduce yourself to Lieutenant Rosenthal, get the pleasantries out of the way with Frank?" Marianne smirked and glanced towards the Lieutenant and Judy, before glancing at Bessie.

"Let's wait until Judy has come down for air first," Marianne said, "she's having fun. Frank can sniff him out later."

"Sounds like a plan," Bessie said.

And to top off the night - Frank really loved Lieutenant Rosenthal.

#bessie really is one of my most beloved #comfort OC fr #there for all the girls and we love her for it #AND FRANK #my fav orange cat frank #bessie carlisle #judy rybinski #marianne salinger #robert rosenthal #rosie rosenthal #masters of the air #mota #mota writings #silver bullets #ABSOLUTELY enjoyed every bit of this blu so thank you!!!#this is making me so hyped to continue to write more so truly i can't thank you enough :)

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