#anyway i hope i move out east quickly so i can have a kitchen to make my own drinks again

[andragoras-in-vanity]

reentering my apple cider era apparently, i do love me a fancy drink

#perhaps i do indeed need to get that beverage goblin shirt #anyway i hope i move out east quickly so i can have a kitchen to make my own drinks again #i used to make lemonade and lemon bread all the time #i want to make cakes o think #but i definitely need to learn how to make switchel #potions me beloved

[ofbluesandyellows]

Figure You Out - Steddie / Steve Spider-Man AU

Summary: Steve has a big fat crush on Eddie Munson. He would consider telling him about it, Robin being very pushy over this but his life is based on saving the city as the one and only Spider-Man. One thing he didn’t see coming was Eddie Munson catching feelings for him, but not as Steve Harrington but as the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. Now he has to deal with this while trying to find balance so his poor heart won’t get crushed between the boy he likes and his life as a hero. This is definitely not the best of both worlds.

Word count: 8,592

Warnings: mentions of blood, violence, injuries and pretty much all spider-man related.

a/n: I posted this on ao3 last year i think and forgot to post it here too, so here it is. Hope you like it, based on tweets I saw of Steve being our sweet Spidey. This was supposed to be a one-shot but it ended up being too long so I divided it in two. Anyway, hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing it :) x

Hell’s kitchen was known to be one of the less safer places to walk around during the witch hour. 

For Eddie though it was just another Thursday night after band rehearsal.

Corroded Coffin was finally getting recognized, two parties booked within the next couple of weeks, one of them being from one of those stupidly rich white kids from the upper east side. They even got half the money in advance. Thanks to that, the band got a new set of mics, a bunch of guitar picks and drumsticks for Gareth. That boy always found a way to break them-on purpose—or just throw them to the crowd when they played at the local bar on Saturdays. He needed to stop that for the sake of the band’s bank account.

The rolling down of the shed door of the little bodega Jeff’s mom owned made enough noise to at least keep the muggers away, but the sound coming from one of the dumpsters in the alley beside the rehearsal room caught Eddie’s attention, a wave of fear found place in his chest.

“Hello?” he shouted, clearing his throat. The voice came out a bit shaky. 

The darkness in the alley was definitely not helping him clock the source of noise, however he could spot a bundle of something moving between the smelly trash containers.

Eddie took a big breath in, this is how he always got in trouble, pushing his luck, trying to do what others wouldn’t just because he knew exactly how being left aside felt like, maybe the bundle was a delinquent but hey what if it was a stray cat? What if it was hurt? He couldn’t let that happen, leaving a poor cat to die alone. So he grasped his guitar case a little harder, the strap coming over his shoulder. Ready to flee if it was necessary.

Eddie stepped forward, one, two steps, his body in alert, the bundle quickly moved and the next thing he knew, his hand was plastered on the concrete wall. 

“What in the shit!” Eddie gasped, more amazed than scared for his life.

“Don’t move, or I’ll web your mouth too.” The voice said from a hidden spot in the dark.

“Okay… um I just thought you needed help or something, heard the noises and,” Eddie half shrugged, now more confident knowing exactly who he was talking to. The webs gave him away.

“I’m fine, just a little dizzy.” 

“Hey man, just wanted to help, can you un-web me now? I gotta go home.”

The figure got close to Eddie, the full suit now on display under the dim light the lamp post provided. As he expected Spider-Man in his red and blue suit sprayed something over his wrist. 

The web fluid dissolved in a matter of seconds, leaving a faint smell of roses in the air, Eddie wondered if that was new, he didn’t remember the webs having a smell.

The superhero wobbled a little in place, a hand came up to grab the wall, but instead it got Eddie’s shoulder.

“Hey, you okay? Listen, if this is some kind of trick to check if I have something on, I can tell you now that I don’t have any grass on me this time spider-boy” Eddie said hands up in the air as if that was enough to declare him innocent.

As a first replay he got a low grunt, “It’s Spider-Man… jeez, how many times do I have to repeat it?” Spider-Man was really not in the mood that night, Eddie noticed.

This wasn’t their first rodeo, Eddie was pretty much his fink, in how the drug dealing world was running under the eyes of the mafia, but that was for another occasion, as for that moment Spider-man was dealing with a concussion and a few broken ribs, he could feel them bothering him from the inside, bad bruising already forming. At least if he rested for the rest of the night he could be good as new for brunch.

The thing was that he couldn’t swing home and there was no way he was going to walk, that would only make him an easy target.

“So, bug boy are you okay? Do you need help?” 

Spider-Man did his best to shake his head but the dizziness was taking over his body, if only he had protected his head when he got electrocuted earlier he wouldn’t be in this situation. 

“I am… not, but I’ll be okay, just need a second to-“

Eddie grabbed the poor boy as he was falling face first on the ground. Jesus, he had never seen him like that, and he had seen a lot of Spider-man in the past, blood and bad punches landing on the arachnid dude.

“Man, let me just… help you here.” Eddie managed–in a very surprising way–to half-carry Spider-Man to the edge of the street, he lived a couple of blocks down but he was not risking it, if a cop saw him carrying the friendly neighborhood Spidey around he’d get in trouble. And to be fair he liked Spider-Man, he was always nice to him.

So the roll up shed now made a creaky wild sound as it opened, Eddie ran to leave his guitar inside, running once again to get Spider-Man with him. A hand over his shoulder, and low growls coming from the hero by his side. 

The only couch they had in the rehearsal room was occupied by the masked human, as Eddie quickly dragged down the shed one more time. Maybe Eddie was too well trained in these things, which worried Spider-Man a lot as he watched the young man move around carrying water, a bottle of whiskey and a roll of paper. The stuff scattered at Eddie's feet, he kneeled down to level up with Spidey, even in these conditions he felt his heart quicken, his senses re-activating and he wanted to convince himself it was just because he was in pain, nothing else.

“Hey man, so what hurts?” 

“Everything, but nothing is bleeding. At least not that I’ve noticed, maybe a cut on the jaw but nothing too bad, the thing is the head, I fell from the fourth floor or a building.”

“Well, that was pretty stupid of you bug boy.” Eddie chuckled, it made Spidey scoff.

“Yeah, but I got what I needed anyway.”

Eddie nodded, holding the bottle of water so Spidey could hold it, who instantly shook his hand.

“I just need a second to get my shit together.”

“Okay… you can use the place as you find it more useful.” Eddie nodded, eyes intently watching Spider-Man.

This was so weird to him, the hero and him had a work kind of relationship, nothing too friendly, nothing too formal they got what they needed form the other so that was it. But Eddie had never seen him this up close, the huge eyes, the texture of the suit was freaking cool and the way his web shooters were strategically placed in his wrist.

A crippling feeling of curiosity and morbidity crossed his mind, if he could only see who was under the mask… maybe that would cure his steamy dreams about the arachnid hero. Dammit, Eddie had never thought about that out of his home this was a new unlocked level.

He felt a little bit attracted to Spider-Man which was bad enough as it was, but everyone kind of had a crush on the guy, a hero getting his ass beaten for the sake of the city was hot. Seeing him work was even hotter.

“You okay, Munson?” 

And that, the fact that he knew his name always caused him to feel something flutter in his stomach. 

Eddie cleared his throat, again, scratching his neck, trying to act cool, “yeah, yeah why?”

“You’re looking at me weird.” 

Dammit he had noticed.. wait–had he been watching him too?

“Me? No, no pff…I was just wondering if you were going to die on the couch, what would I do with your body, don’t want the police coming after me just because you were stupid,”

The deep rumble of a laughter Spider-Man let out followed by a whine made Eddie feel proud of the achievement and also concerned for the injuries he couldn’t see.

“You are not getting rid of me that easily, I just got a few broken ribs… not dying tonight.” 

“Okay, okay that’s good,”

The silence that fell over the two of them was a bit jarring, almost too heavy to bear, the tension building. Eddie sat with his back resting on the couch, near enough to hear spidey’s breathing but respectful enough to not look at his moving body, he was tempted enough by having him there.

“So you have a band?” Spidey asked. 

“Uh, yeah. We recently got the place so you were lucky you found me and not one of the boys.” 

“My hero,” and that was probably a little too much for Eddie to bear, he laughed it off, pretending to not feel his cheeks grow hot, lowering his head the curly locks served as hiding from the embarrassment.

“Well, we play at a bar near the theater district on Saturdays and some Sundays too, when the main band cancels at the last minute, the pay is shit but the crowd seems to enjoy it so we keep doing it.”

“Sounds fun,” the voice sounded a bit forced, but his ribs were hurting more and more, meaning it was healing, that was the most exhausting and painful part of it all. “I don’t know, maybe I’ll come by.”

Maybe it was the pain that made Steve talk a little too much, but if his spidey senses weren’t off he was sure that the flirting wasn’t only on his part, he saw Eddie smile and almost heard his heartbeat get a notch or two faster, matching his own.

“That’d be great, let me know so you don’t have to pay cover. Could save you a few bucks.”

“Heaven knows I should be saving some money.”

Eddie laughed, “tell me about it,”

The night went away in little chats until Eddie started to feel the heaviness of sleep. Steve felt his hand twitch, the urge to brush the curls away from Eddie’s face, he wanted to touch Eddie, but he contained himself. How creepy can one be just by staring at someone sleeping? Wearing a spandex suit watching a man sleep by his side, yeah he came to the conclusion of how creepy he was, so he did what Spider-Man was best at.

Escape.

Running away from the scene after the job was done, that, and beating the shit out of the bad guys, Steve loved that. It made him feel useful for once, his parents would shit their pants if they saw him now, but it was good that they stayed far away from him, one less worry in his life. 

The swinging wasn’t that bad, maybe because it was past four in the morning, his body had mostly healed thanks to Eddie’s words and soft laughs. Crawling up to the ninth floor of the apartment he shared with Robin, he opened the window and finally let his body plop on the bed, mask out, suit crumpled on the floor. Only boxers and soft bed sheets.

***

Steve felt the now very common flutter in his stomach when Eddie appeared at the doors of the book store Steve and Robin worked at. This being Steve’s second job, the newspaper he worked for paid very little for his Spider-Man pics hence he had to work somewhere else so he could at least be able to pay the damn rent. 

“You like The Smiths?” Eddie asked Steve when he pointed to the shirt he was wearing.

“Uh yeah, they’re cool I guess…”

“If you like depressive shit I supposed you’re right” Eddie smirked.

Steve felt his heart summersault, oh why was he there?

“Rude, but good point.” 

“Dude did you not sleep or what? You look like shit.” 

Steve half smiled, recalling Eddie’s tranquil sleeping self, “college is killing me man, that’s all.”

“See, you should just not do that, school’s only another way to control you Stevie,”

Stevie , ugh could he just say what he wanted and leave? Steve hated and loved when he called him that, but he refused to say a word.

“What are you doing here Eddie, we have work to do.” Robin appeared with a tower of new arrivals that needed to be put in the system. “Steve, you start with these, I'll do the arrangement.” She turned and observed Eddie, expectant.

Steve rolled his eyes, he loathed doing the lists and checking shit in the system, and he had to face the damn screen instead of Eddie, what a nightmare. Eddie’s laugh got cut short, by a sharp look Robin threw him.

“What do you mean what am I doing here ?” He leaned on the counter.

“Well, for starters you’re here in a really good mood and it’s not even twelve in the afternoon so something must have happened, don’t think you’re here to buy books, or are you Eddie?” Robin pointed as a matter of fact.

Eddie scoffed, offended almost. Steve’s ears perked trying to listen to what he was about to say a wry smile on his lips.

“Nothing, I just like hanging out with you guys, or is that wrong mood-police Buckley?” 

Robin squinted at him and Eddie felt his faux confidence weaver, “shit, okay I—“ he leaned closer on the counter, checking around to see if no one was hearing him, he whispered “I was with Spider-Man last night, the poor dude was bad injured and I kind of helped, so… yeah happy, Buckley?”

Steve felt it, a pang of panic taking over his body, he swallowed hard but Robin knew better, she had known Steve was Spider-Man for a year now, it was a bit of a mistake, he entered from the balcony and Robin was there watching a Friends marathon, Robin almost knocked him out with her laptop.

“So Spider-Man huh?” Robin kicked Steve under the counter.

He closed his eyes tightly, this was so embarrassing. Robin was a very clever girl. Yes, perhaps Steve had the brains for all the web fluid, electro mechanics and quantum physics but Robin knew how to read people, she was always observing. It took her less time to figure out Steve had a crush on Eddie than for Steve to find out himself he did.

“Yeah, and he was… pretty funny.” Eddie smiled, Robin imitated him, it was so obvious now.

“So you were like hanging out?” 

“You could say so, yeah.” The way Eddie was avoiding Robin’s eyes was the confirmation of her theory, his flushed face was also not helping his case.

“Eddie Munson! You have the hots for Spidey?” 

Steve froze, his breathing hitched, his hands felt clammy, heart skipped several beats. Senses alert. It was impossible for him not to turn and see Eddie’s reaction, there was a hint of fear but also some enlightenment. 

“What?” Eddie gasped, “Having the hots for him? I mean, do you like him, Robin? Don’t we all like him?” he let an airy-shaky laugh out, “He is cool and saves people… I work for the dude so yeah I like him I guess.”

Robin rolled her eyes, yeah Steve and Eddie were made for each other, two idiots.

“I mean it as in ‘you like him’ and you want to kiss him type of way.”

“Robin-“ Steve said, warning her.

Eddie’s eyes went from his ringed fingers to Steve’s face to finally find Robin’s blue eyes, he felt the heat cover his neck and cheeks and damn, he had been caught.

“Hmm, I— I may like him… like that yeah.” His eyebrows furrowed slightly.

And Steve, Steve felt like he could faint there, his heart was beating so fast it may as well just burst and let him die there. 

Only problem was that Eddie liked Spider-Man not Steve Harrington, that was something had to keep in mind.

“Knew it!!” Robin shouted, making customers turn. “So, something must have happened for you to be this happy.” 

Eddie sighed, palms hitting the surface of the desk, “We were flirty but nothing else, he disappeared when I fell asleep so I don’t know, Buckley. It felt nice but nothing happened, Spider-Man has a million and one things to worry about to be thinking of me or… whatever. I just don’t want to overthink it, okay?”

“Who knows, maybe he likes you back.” Robin half shrugged.

“Please don’t.” Eddie said as a bunch of books fell at Steve’s feet, “Jesus, careful there Harrington.”

“What?” Steve was doing his best to keep it cool, to not run away, to not shoot webs at Robin’s mouth to keep it as closed as possible. He was panicking big time but he couldn’t let it show, jeez why was he reacting like this, this information was a good sign.

“You’re a bit pale man,” Eddie pointed, but Steve just needed to get out, grab some air, disappear, think.

“I–I need to go check something, I’ll be back. Good for you man!” 

Steve didn’t let anyone stop him, he almost fell over a client on his way to the back exit. 

The cool air from late February hit his face, he forgot to grab his jacket and his backpack. He could always get back later for them, so he walked away from the book place. This was not how he had planned things, this was never part of the plan, any of it, not falling for Eddie, not make him work for Spider-Man, not Eddie developing feels for Spider-Man but dammit, this was all his fault, he had been sloppy and too confident in the suit, letting his feels leak, knowing Eddie wouldn’t recognize him so he let the words escape and now he was going to have to deal with Eddie falling for Spidey and not him.

Fuck my life.

Spidey and him were one and the same but they were completely different too. Steve was nice and kind and a big nerd but he was always overthinking actions and words, pretending to be cool while Spider-Man had to be confident in the decision making, witty, fast thinking, always alert and being smooth. It was obvious Eddie would fall for that version of him instead of his real self. 

It sucked but it was also a good sign wasn’t it? He was so confused. 

***

Eddie was late for band rehearsal, he was crossing the busy streets with his guitar on the back, to be fair he was always late that’s why his bandmates usually arrived thirty to forty minutes later than what was agreed just to assure Eddie arrived in time. This time it wasn’t Eddie’s fault, well maybe half of it was his fault, the other half was on his curiosity.

His eye caught a glimpse of something blue, it wasn’t the kind of blue from dumpsters or simple trash bags. It was a bright sky blue tone. It was an odd place to find a backpack, one that seemed oddly familiar, but he couldn’t remember where he had seen it before. Still this one had a very distinguishing feature that made it a bit too easy to find the owner of it; the blue backpack was plastered on the wall, webs covering the whole thing in an alley in midtown. It belonged to Spider-Man or that was Eddie’s conclusion, a pretty obvious one if he could say.

Looking on all directions-as if someone even cared what he did- he stepped in the alley, pushing his long locks away he examined the almost artsy piece, he was not going to be able to get it off from its spot, not with all the mush of sticky webs but Eddie’s curiosity was bigger than any obstacle or web in his way. The idea of knowing Spider-Man’s identity had been bouncing in his mind for days now so maybe if he could only get a look of the inside he could at least find out something about the masked hero, it sounded so not right but Eddie was really getting desperate about it. 

From the side of the bag he was able to open the zipper only enough for him to grab a notebook. A smug smile spread on his lips as he flipped through the pages, there were drawings, lots of formulas, prototypes of different kinds of webs and web shooters. Eddie could tell that Spidey was not a good artist but he was good enough to make Eddie picture the final product. His eyes landed on a formula about a new web dissolver , an improved version, a biodegradable one with a hint of peppermint smell. 

It made Eddie smile. Spider-Man was not only fighting corruption and evil on the streets but he cared for the environment, his stomach fluttered, damn he was falling hard, and he kind of hated it. 

Eddie heard noise coming from the opposite side of the alley, hard footsteps and panting. Swallowing, he did what he did most of the times in this kind of situation, run, at least he had that in common with Spider-Boy. Moving fast to the main street, dodging people and mixing with the crowd, until he entered a convenience store, realizing then that he didn’t put the notebook back.

“Oh shit,” 

Eddie could be lots of things but not a petty thief, he took a second to relax and act as normal as possible, he knew he could look suspicious not only because he was panting but for the way he looked, the hair, the clothes; it wouldn’t be the first time someone asked him to empty his guitar case. 

After buying a packet of gum he went back to the alley to find nothing, the backpack was gone making his stomach drop, how was he supposed to get that back? 

Trying to remember what feature form the backpack could be useful to even try and track Spidey was kind of a waste of time, he came to the conclusion that this would be way easier if half the population didn’t wear a damn JanSport backpack for school.

With a sigh and defeat, Eddie decided to walk to rehearsal with a brown notebook in hand, one that he was grasping a little too tightly against his side. 

As rehearsal went easy and actually freaking fantastic, Eddie’s mind often drifted to the notebook that got shoved down his guitar case, he didn’t need any of his friends to find out about it.  

Eddie practically ran up the stairs to his apartment, almost carelessly tossing his guitar on the couch where he also plopped his body a moment after. 

The notebook rested against his knees as he kicked off the boots he was wearing. Eyes landed on a little calendar drawn with pink markers. His eyes widened seeing all the stuff Spidey had to do in the upcoming days.

Work, work, work, class, class, test prototype, work, buy bread, sent email, sleep (if possible) 

Eddie scrunched his nose, Spidey worked a bit too much for Eddie’s liking but he guessed maybe being a superhero was a very exhausting and demanding thing. He could never do that, he was too selfish and lazy to swing across the city to rescue cats and punch men in suits. 

The tip of his finger traveled across days and small notes Spider-Man left across the improvised calendar, formulas and reminders of things he needed to buy, very average, he huffed not finding anything useful. That until a note stuck out from the bunch of letters, in a very bright green ink, on the 18th; a Saturday night. It read: Corroded Coffin :)

Eddie’s heart somersaulted, it almost made him drop the thing on the floor. So Spider-Man was planning on going to see his band. Hell, Eddie had been in love in the past but somehow his insides have never twisted and jumped that way before. Spider-Man was gonna go see him next Saturday, he had no idea how but he knew he had to tell the bouncer about not charging the hero anything, that was going to be a hard thing to explain. 

Christ. Now he was feeling the small but persistent fear erupting in his chest. How was he supposed to spot him, was he even going to see him, was he ready to finally see who was under the iconic Spider-Man suit?

Too many questions yet no answers, just fear and anxiety building. He may as well relax and smoke a joint or just spiral into a very uncomfortable mix of fucked up emotions and chest pains.

***

“What do you mean you lost it? Again, Steve? Seriously?” 

Yeah, this was the third time this month, but Steve was sure this time his backpack was secured between a dumpster and the wall, hidden nicely, like who in their right mind would go there to steal a backpack. He even added more than two layers of web, making sure it got very well plastered between that nasty green plastic trash cube.

“Robin, do you think I wanted this? Cut me some slack would you? I don’t know how this keeps happening, I don’t have the money nor the energy to keep buying these things, the man at the store looks at me like I’m stupid or playing joke on him,”

Steve brushed his hair back, clearly frustrated, he had his books and notebooks for college there, good thing that he didn’t left any web cartridges or web shooters there as he used to, not after that one time he forgot it in a place he shouldn’t have and got caught in a fire in Brooklyn. Half a year of advanced tests on electroshock webs gone to waste.

“Well maybe you are kind of stupid, dingus. Like are you kidding me? You have sticky fingers you could put that backpack up on a rooftop or a lamp post, I don’t know but not somewhere where it could get easily stolen,” 

Steve grunted, he was not going to admit that Robin had a point and it was a good idea to put it on a high spot. He felt too annoyed so instead, he kept on retouching the photos he had to send to his boss before the day ended. 

“At this rate you should really think on carrying your stuff in a paper bag, cheaper and probably then thieves would care two fucks about stealing your shit.” 

She closed the door to her room, leaving Steve in the living room, alone.

“I guess I’ll have to ask Henderson to lend me a backpack.” He said out loud to no one.

He texted the boy those exact words, receiving an emoji with the middle finger up and a crying face.

Dustin:

Again Steve? Are you fucking kidding me?

Steve:

Fine, don’t do it… you and Robin are so annoying 

I’m not telling you guys anything ever again

Dustin:

Oh yeah? As if that would make you less of an idiot

Steve:

You know what? Fuck you Henderson, have a good day.

Ten minutes later Dustin replied with an emoji of a face rolling its eyes:

Dustin:

You are such a kid, this is the last time I lend you something, 

pick it up later today.

Steve smiled, he knew Dustin was going to give in eventually, not like his roommate.

Steve:

Thanks man, I appreciate it

Dustin:

I don’t care about appreciation, 

just pay me for the last backpack I bought for you

Steve scoffed but agreed to the terms. Dustin Henderson was a good kid and he always did everything to help Steve, a true guy in the chair for Spider-Man’s work.

When his photoshop skills were used and his fingers got tired of fixing light and erasing red eyes he was ready, almost too on the edge to process how he was going to deal with seeing Ed—Corroded Coffin that night. He was there not only for Eddie, he was there to take photos of the band and maybe if his boss let him, to post something about them in the website of the newspaper. 

He was being optimistic as he dressed accordingly to the night. Robin helped him pick up his outfit not because she had better style than him, but because Steve was too nervous he didn’t know if a leather jacket was too much or if he could just go wearing a black hoodie.

Yes, he wanted to impress or at least catch Eddie’s attention for once and not when he did clumsy shit or when he was asking questions about his D&D campaigns, this being something he had no clue what was about. 

“Robin I look fucking ridiculous, I can’t wear that shirt with this jeans it’s too monochromatic for me.” 

“You look nice!” 

Steve checked himself again in the mirror, he looked okay but it wasn’t his style, an all black outfit was a little too boring. He took off the jacket and looked around, his only other options were a white simple t-shirt, a yellow button up shirt and some old blue David Bowie shirt he couldn’t remember where or how he got it in the first place. 

With a deep sigh he tried the yellow one, Robin nodded as she rested her head on her hand, elbow on the bed, body sprawled over his bed. 

“I like it,” she said, giving him a thumb up.

“Are you insane? This yellow is not matching the yellow from the bananas on my socks!” 

She slapped her forehead, “you are such a diva Steve,”

He pushed the shirt away, pulling over the white t-shirt instead.

“Is this too basic?” he almost twirled around for Robin to see him.

She was checking her nails, the boredom was palpable on her features, “no if you add the jacket and the scarf.”

“Hmmm…” he tried the black jacket, not convinced yet, he went and put on the scarf Robin had picked earlier for him, “okay, maybe and only maybe I’ll give you credit for this.” 

He checked his butt and his profile, he looked good. 

“I always have the reason you just hate admitting it.” 

Steve smirked, “someone has to humble you once in a while Robin.”

“Whatever, just hurry we’ll be late.” 

Robin exited his room and from the other side of the door he heard the tv, that meant she knew Steve was not going to be ready for the next thirty minutes at best.

And she was so right, his hair seemed to be acting up at the worst moment, spry and gel didn’t do much to the cause, and it was stupid to go to a rock concert waring a cap, so he let it be, tired of using a blowdryer he just left it poking out in different directions. 

Avoiding all mirrors, he closed his eyes and sprayed lotion on, tied his combat boots ready to fight the night's demons as Steve Harrington. 

Robin whistled when the boy came out of his room, looking truly like a new version of himself. Steve spent the ride to the bar almost praying to all the stars in the sky that he could at least get Eddie to look at him different, to compliment his efforts and to get pretty damn good pictures of him, at least it would give Steve some kind of excuse to talk to him or even see him around the store to chat about the photos.

The bouncer asked for their names, letting them in at least Robin had done something good and Eddie put her on the list. The bar wasn’t even that big but they had moved the chairs a little further back so if there were any fans of the band they had enough space to gather around the stage. 

“You okay?” Robin asked as they sat down on a table near the stage, two bottles of beer resting on the table’s surface, condensation already showering the bottles.

“I am, why?” Steve felt like his stomach was going to rip open and a million butterflies were going to fly out of his insides but he tried to keep it together, his bouncy knee gave Robin the right answer though.

“Just wanted to check, because here they come.” 

Steve almost snapped his neck, his head turned back and there they were, the band propping their instruments. Eddie plugged his mic and his guitar causing white noise to rumble, mixing with the indie music. 

The noise, the people talking, the dim lights, the smoke floating around, Steve gulped, it seemed like some kind of movie scene where the protagonist would fall in love at first sight with the lead singer of the band, both following a doomed love but a happy ending would appear right around the corner. Of course Steve thought about himself as the main character.

Steve wanted to have a happy ending, he felt he was in the doomed love part of the movie to be fair, he was always the doomed one. 

Eddie turned around, Steve and him connected eyes. It was the wry smile and the pose that made Steve shake in his combat boots, not feeling ready to fight monsters anymore. If only he could channel his Spider-Man side into his Steve self things would be easier. 

“Hey Harrington, take a pic of us doing this shit, it could work for promo for instagram.” Eddie shouted to him. 

And it was almost pathetic for Steve how fast he got up from his chair, placing the camera in front of his face as he approached the stage. Taking the tap off of the lease, he quickly aimed, fixed exposure, zoomed in and a flash splashed the sparkly cymbals along with Eddie’s pale skin. 

Steve lost count of how many photos he took of them doing band stuff but he got a big Eddie smile at the end. Worth it? Totally. 

Robin only shook her head as she observed his friend, it was so obvious how much he liked Eddie, only an idiot wouldn’t notice… oh wait.

“Jesus, Steve. That was painful to watch, may as well throw yourself at Eddie, don’t think he would mind, knowing how much he cares for Spider-Man, he’d be over the moon.” 

“So easy for you to say, imagine if I tell him that me Steve Harrington am-“ Steve leaned closer to Robin and whispered “the Spider-Man he’s been sighing for for the past few months, he’d be so disappointing that it’s me, he’d probably even stop coming to the store and I just can’t risk it Robin, you know it doesn’t work like that.” he sank deeper in his chair, this was definitely not how he expected things to work with Eddie.

“Yeah, yeah I know you can’t go around saying that but still you and you-know-who are one and the same stop being so pessimistic, just tell him you have a crush on him and get over this, I hate seeing you whine.”

“Oh I don’t think you are the most appropriate person to tell me that when you haven’t asked  Nance out in so long, so please leave this for the professionals.”

“Low blow Harrington. You’ll pay for this.” Robin squinted at him.

Steve smiled, “Oh look how I’m shaking, so afraid of you Buckley.” 

Mockery and all, they were both in a very doomed situation. 

***

The show goes in the blink of an eye, Steve got some of the best photos he had ever taken in his life, he was willing to excel in this for obvious reasons.

Steve and Robin found a spot near the bar, they started talking about how crazy it was to see Corroded Coffin play, they were so loud but Eddie had a pretty strong voice, and he was attractive on stage, dragging much more attention once up there.

Steve noticed how girls and boys equally got closer to the stage to see the band perform, sparkly eyes on them, shouts and whistles filling the room as an expression of euphoria and love for music, love for their music. At least Steve could tell all the members of Corroded Coffin enjoyed playing for a crowd of screaming people. They were meant to be there, that was for sure. 

It wasn’t often that Steve took a break from his Spider-Man duties, even Robin got surprised when he told her he was going out with her tonight, he was actually going there to spend time with Eddie, to try his best to exchange a few words other than talking about the weather or what his thoughts were on the new Top Gun movie. But of course he didn’t tell her this.

A tap on the shoulder made him turn, he caught the smirk on Robin’s lips last minute. His eyes went wide as saucers when Eddie appeared there. Steve’s knees barely brushed Eddie’s tights, he felt his breath get stuck in his throat. 

Keep it cool dude.

“Hello my people, did you enjoy it?” Eddie asked, a big grin adorning his rosy lips.

“That was… really awesome man.” Steve blurted out, all smiles and a slight blush on his cheeks. “Got all the ladies screaming your name.”

Eddie shook his head, with a low chuckle, clearly embarrassed. His locks moved all over his still sweaty face. Steve noticed the shimmer on his eyelids, he had put silver sparkles all over it. Now they were smeared and scattered on his skin, cheeks, forehead, nose, lips, neck. He looked too nice, almost ethereal. Steve was staring a little too much, Robin nudged him casually on the leg with her own knee. Steve blinked, and looked elsewhere, his shoes seemed very interesting to look at now.

“Thanks Stevie, it really means a lot coming from someone who only listens to Radiohead and Coldplay .” Eddie’s hand sneaked up Steve’s shoulder, resting there unmoving.

“They are good bands, come on! You need to admit it.” Steve pointed, he had seen Eddie’s record collection In Rainbows was there, he was certain.

Eddie scoffed, “anyway, what do you think Buckley?” 

Hand still up there, Steve felt the warmth coming through his clothes, it was impossible for him not to notice the slight pressure Eddie was making on the curve of his shoulder. 

“Uh, I really liked it, you look like a real rockstar up there Eddie, and those guitar solos, freaking epic. Tell Jeff that I’d be keeping the drumstick on display at ours, right Steve.”

Robin wobbled the drumstick around. Showoff.

Eddie rolled his eyes. “That little shit keeps on throwing those away as if they costed two bucks,”

“You can’t be a low budget band Eddie! That's not very rock n’ roll of you.” Robin said, wry tone didn’t go unnoticed as Eddie with his free hand pushed her off her stool. “Idiot.” she mumbled, still laughing.

“So can I buy my two favorite fans a beer or what?” Eddie patted Steve on the back, he nodded.

“Sure, why not.” 

A couple beers later, Eddie and his friends were sitting occupying a table, Robin was giggling at something Kevin had said, and Steve was showing around the photos he had taken.

“Still need to make a few edits with the light and stuff but I think you guys look very decent.”

“Decent?” Eddie put a hand on his heart, “we don’t want decent Stevie, we need grunge and metal looking like photos, I mean these are really fantastic man, but don’t tell me we are decent, we are majestic .”

Of course you are. 

Steve laughed, he had a point, they were a pretty great band. Eddie’s eyes were locked on Steve’s for more than two seconds, making his nervous system go into alert, a shiver ran down his arms, fingers twitched, lips parted, maybe and only maybe if he was just as tipsy as Eddie he would be able to say the words he had rehearsal in front of the mirror more times that he liked to admit but he was sober, beers did little to nothing to him, sometimes having enhanced abilities fucked up other things he missed, like getting drunk.

Eddie cleared his throat, eyes lowering, now focusing on the camera’s screen. His fingers pressed buttons passing once again over the photos Steve took, smiling and nodding to what he saw. This made Steve feel proud of his work, but it lasted just a few moments.

The sparkly makeup on Eddie’s eye made his expression look more dramatic, Eddie seemed frozen in place, then he squinted at the image and then his brown eyes found Steve’s again, but this was a shocked expression more than an admiration one.

“You took these?” Eddie asked, passing the camera back to its owner.

“What?” Steve was confused, the small screen showed a photo of Spider-Man swinging through buildings. Dammit, Steve forgot he still had those there, “uh… yeah, I- it’s part of my work.”

Eddie blinked, as if this was the biggest news he had ever heard, “so you know him? You know Spider-Man?”

“Well, yeah… kind of. I take his photos and sell them to the newspaper I work for… you didn’t know?”

This was a genuine question, for some reason he assumed Eddie knew he worked for the Daily Bugle, but yeah he assumed a lot of things, he wasn’t as special as he thought.

“No, no, of course I knew you worked for the bugle, I just had no clue you knew Spider-Man.”

Eddie furrowed his eyebrow, making Steve feel uneasy, he didn’t know what was going through Eddie’s mind but it mustn’t be good if it was making him feel this distressed.

“You okay?”

“Yeah just one second,” Eddie got up, he disappeared where the little green room was supposed to be, only coming back a few minutes later. “Here.”

Something made a thud on the table, the conversations around them kept on going as if nothing had happened, however Steve felt a wave of fear bubble up his chest, his notebook rested on the dirty table, a very serious Eddie sat by his side.

Playing it dumb seemed his best choice, “um, am I supposed to know what is that?”

“Yeah, well no… but I kind of hoped you’d help me give it back.”

Eddie dragged the notebook closer to them, his body also got closer to Steve's, subsequently making him feel the warmth exuding from it.

Jesus.

“This, Harrington, this is Spider-Man’s notebook, and I know I sound quite kooky when I say this but it really is, like come on man check this shit.” The pages flipped and Steve knew every single detail drawn there. 

This was supposed to be lost or sold in the black market, who the fuck knew where could that have ended up, instead he found it in Eddie’s hands, what kind of serendipity was that? That notebook had a little too much information about how his suit worked, it was a relief for Steve to see that at least it was in safe hands, he still needed to buy new books for college, though.

“Where did you get it?” 

Eddie threw him a quick glance, “found it in an alley,”

“hmm, and you want me to… what?”

Eddie shuffled in his seat, looking like someone who was overthinking stuff, “would you give it to him?” his brown eyes had that pleading kind of look, soft and innocent. Steve wasn’t a fan.

“I suppose I can do that-“

“Great, so you know him… personally?” 

With that his whole body awoke. 

Steve felt bad for lying but it was the best for now.

“I’ve talked to him, but not much, he is cool though so I don’t think there would be a problem giving it to him… You could give it to him yourself,”

“Nah man, he is busy and you are seeing him sooner than me so yeah you give it to him.”

The notebook remained there until the night ended, Eddie’s ringed fingers playing with the bent corners of it.

Why Steve couldn’t find his voice and just tell him, he seemed to be unable to put anyone at risk now, Eddie was already pretty vulnerable being Spidey’s fink so he couldn’t put him in double risk just because he had a crush on him.

***

The splash was heard almost in the whole building, Dustin came running immediately, making a ballerina split as he slid across the floor. The smell of peppermint was so strong it made everyone’s eyes go watery.

“Holy shit, Steve!” Dustin shouted, looking all around the room, smoke was coming from a corner while Steve sprayed the last bits of CO2 gas, a white layer covered the floor, and webs came from every spot and crevice.

Steve held a hand up to stop Dustin from shit talking to him, “Please shut up, Henderson. I will clean this up and I’ll fix the shooters, just shut up for a second.”

“Can’t believe I let you use this spare room for your idiotic experiments, you should be thankful my mom is out working.” 

Dustin turned heel and walked out of line of vision, Steve could still hear the swears from across the hall.

The prototype had gone wrong, again . It’s been the fourth try and still something was off. The shooters were the exact same he used on a daily basis, but maybe the dissolver needed to be adjusted; too watery could make his shooters go into an electric shock, but if it was too dense it could clog them and make them explode, the latter was the cause of the recent web explosion, just like little domino effect on the other cartridges.

He needed to work on the consistency of the dissolver that was for sure.

***

Robin’s smirk made Steve roll his eyes.

“Come on, say it Robin,” he already knew she was going to make fun of him.

“New cologne?” She chuckled.

“Very funny, it’s the damn dissolver, that shit I swear-to whatever higher force there is-it’s going to end with my sanity.” 

“I told you, you need glycerin, and stop adding so much peppermint oil, honestly you smell like a walking tea bag. It’s a lot.” 

Robin fanned her face with the poetry book she was reading.

“I know that, still something is not right with the formula. I left Dustin to give it a second check before I have the chance to blow his apartment off again.”

Robin shook her head. 

The bookstore was practically dead, so they decided to watch Blade Runner and Blade Runner 2043 on Robin’s iPad, both agreeing that the last one had a pretty epic soundtrack. The sudden phone call of Dustin made Steve sigh, tired. Apparently the formula was not right again.

Without his notebook Steve had to re-do the whole thing, trying to remember the equations, everything on a random piece of paper he found in Robin’s bag. Robin almost saw smoke coming out of his ears.

Doorbell rang, Robin turned around to see Eddie walk in the store, she was surprised to not see Steve react. 

Eddie approached the main desk, sniffing hard, he scrunched his nose. “Nice… smell, do you guys have like a new air freshener for the store or…”

“Yeah, we were testing it out, but I think it’s a bit strong.” Robin said, holding in a chuckle.

“I see,” Eddie’s brown eyes went from Robin to Steve, who was still doodling over a napkin. 

“Do you need anything?” Robin noticed how Eddie was checking Steve, she was definitely telling him about it later.

“Nope, just wanted to check on Stevie here,” Steve’s head snapped up, finally. “Did you give it to him?”

For a second Steve got confused, but Eddie made the Spidey sign with his hand “oh, yeah yeah I did, he was very thankful.”

For once Steve was more concentrated in his own thing than in Eddie, which made the latter feel slightly bothered, it was weird that Steve acted this way with him. He let it slide, clasped his hands together, rings clinking, leaning on the counter he spoke.

“Well, thanks for the photos, the boys are really happy with the editing,” 

“Sure, no problem.” Steve said, nonchalantly.

Eddie furrowed his eyebrows, something in his stomach twisted, “Er, I guess I can go now… see you around my people. Thanks for that favor Harrington.”

Robin saw the exchange equally as confused as Eddie. Steve just gave him a thumbs up and off he went, not even giving Eddie one last look. She squinted, but said nothing.

***

Steve felt bad for ignoring Eddie earlier, after his shift, right when his Spider-Man duties seemed to start he swung around New York, until he finally spotted that unmistakable mop of hair walking down midtown, smoke in hand. To be fair Spider-Man knew Eddie’s usual spots by heart, however he considered this a sign for him to approach the boy that made his heartbeat go unsteady.

Shooting webs across buildings, until he reached him in a nearly empty street. Spider-Man crashed against a wall, catching Eddie’s attention. 

“Hey! Careful there” Eddie’s voice had a wry tone, he wasn’t even startled by the sound or the masked hero.

“Yeah sorry, sometimes the wind makes the momentum stronger” Steve as per usual felt way more confident in the suit. Leaning on the wall like he was casually there. “So um… Steve gave me the notebook, just wanted to thank you for that, got pretty important stuff there”

“I noticed” smoke came out of his lips Spidey gulped, the suit covering it nicely “I'm glad he gave it to you”

“Yeah, right… I also saw you with your band the other night and you were… great! very metal I’d say, I mean it’s cool!”

Eddie smirked, enjoying the awkwardness of the beloved hero, “but it’s not your style eh bug boy?”

Maybe it was a good thing that Eddie wasn’t able to see Steve beam and blush, it was embarrassing enough as it was.

“No it isn’t, you’re right but it was nice for a change”

“Sure” 

Silence lingered there for a second right before a bunch of sirens started to go off in the periphery. Spider-Man’s weight shifted from one foot to the other.

Eddie cleared his throat, scratching his cheek “I think that’s your cue.”

“What?“ the sirens grew louder “oh yeah that’s me… well Munson, I leave you. Thanks for checking on me the other night too… was very kind. Anyway… I’ll see you when I see you, I guess,”

Spider-Man saluted him and with the flick of the wrist Spidey shot his body up to the skies, passing Eddie for one side.

The very faintest smell of peppermint in the air… his mind went back to Steve… for a moment things kind of clicked but it couldn’t be… Eddie laughed it out. 

Nah there is no way.

Part 2

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[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Walk Me Home

Summary: Jared is hosting a small dinner party and introduces his new co-star to his old one where they seem to hit it off...

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Square: Quote B “Tell me what I can do to help”

Word Count: 2,600ish

Warnings: language, small accident, mention of smut

A/N: Enjoy! Written for @supernatural-jackles​ Tell Me A Story Bingo!

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“Hey, sorry I was late,” said a guy ducking in through the front door. You turned your head from where you sat at the counter with Jared, the two of you talking with Gen while they cooked dinner. He smiled when he saw you and you watched the slightly curious look spread across his face. “Hi, I’m Jensen.”

“Y/N,” you said, shaking his hand as he stepped over. 

“Oh wow,” he said, looking past you to Jared. You raised an eyebrow and he shook his head. “Sorry, I’m...frazzled right now. You’re gonna be in Walker, right? Jared’s told me a little about you.”

“Yeah. I’ll be playing Kit, Walker’s kid sister,” you said. “Have some bourbon, relax a little.”

“Bourbon? I like her. She can hang out with us,” said Jensen as he walked around the island, getting a glass from the cabinet like he knew where everything was. “Kid sister huh? How many siblings Walker got anyways?”

“Well, I can’t spoil anything but just the two. Not that I’m getting sister of the year award,” you laughed. Gen was smiling as she worked over a pot and Jared excused himself to help her with something. Jensen used some of the orange peel you’d cut up and put it in his drink and took a long sip. “You like it? I can’t cook so I figured I’d bring some booze and dessert.”

“This is good,” he said. “Really good. I want some for myself. Also, did I hear dessert?”

“I made pull apart pumpkin cinnamon bread. It’s like a cinnamon roll but bigger,” you said.

“You and me are gonna get along great,” he chuckled. He moved around the island and stood on the end just to your right, looking you over quickly. “What have you been in? I’ve not heard of you before.”

“Not much. I did one commercial when I was twenty and I was an extra in a TV show about two years after that. I haven’t had my break through yet. Well, until now. This is...this is huge. I’m kind of terrified to be honest.”

“I worked with him for a very long time,” said Jensen, nodding to the far end of the kitchen. “It’s gonna be a good set, good environment. A few people from our old crew are gonna be working on Walker. You’re gonna fit right in no problem.”

“I hope so,” you said. “Jared’s really been great. He even answered all these questions I had about moving down here and areas and stuff when he didn’t have to. He and Gen have been really amazing. I think I’ll be okay.”

“You’ll be fine. He must like you,” he said.

“Oh I’m just...single and know zero people here,” you said. “I might get a dog? I think my apartment allows them.”

“Well now you know me too,” he smirked, taking a sip. “Or getting to know at the very least.”

“So what were you doing?” you asked. He cocked his head and you smiled. “Being late and all.”

“Who says I was late?” he said, smiling back. “Just frazzled. Also late but mostly frazzled.”

“I’m sorry,” you said.

“Not your fault. My ex was claiming she left something at my house. I was oh so thrilled to see her and her husband there to pick it up,” he said.

“Oh. She moved on fast, huh?”

“She started to see him before we were quite done. He’s an idiot that thinks she’s amazing and he’s richer than me so she’s happy. That’s all she wanted. Wish I’d figured that out in the first place. Glad we never married though,” he said. He shrugged but he didn’t seem too upset by it. He finished off his drink and poured another. “Where are you staying?”

“I’m renting a house just north of the city in some suburb. Jared said there’s nothing to the east and the south ain’t great and I can’t afford west so, north it was,” you said.

“North’s not bad. Your commute shouldn’t be too bad. You got a driver or you taking yourself?”

“Myself. I’m not the star or anything.”

“It doesn’t have to do with that. You work a late night, call an uber. Hell call me. Better than getting in an accident,” he said. “By second season, you’ll be making enough to afford one.”

“Assuming I get on in the second season,” you said. You quickly shut your lips, Jared chuckling to himself.

“Jensen worked for the same company for a long time. Don’t worry about your non-disclosure agreement with him,” said Jared. “Y/N might get killed off at the end of the season. We’re not sure yet.”

“This may or may not have an impact on our friendship,” you said with a laugh.

“Oh, come on, Jare. Look at that face. You really gonna kill her off?” said Jensen, turning you towards Jared. You saw Jensen pout and put on one of your own.

“I told you getting those two together would be a good thing,” said Gen. Jared rolled his eyes but bit his bottom lip.

“The powers at be haven’t made up their minds yet. I’d personally love it but storyline might get changed which I’m okay with. If fans love you, I’ll get my way,” said Jared. “You guys want to head out to the patio? We’re almost done cooking.”

“We can help,” you said, Jared shaking his head.

“We got it,” he said. You shrugged and followed Jensen out a back door to a covered patio area and took a seat at the table.

“He’s up to something,” chuckled Jensen. “Not sure what yet.”

“They’re just playing good host,” you said.

“Nah, those two are scheming. I can tell,” he teased. He took the seat beside you and leaned back in his chair.

“You check me out a lot,” you said. He quickly looked at his glass and made a small shrugging motion. “You like me?”

“I don’t know. I barely know you,” he said, still averting your gaze. 

“I didn’t mean to make you shy. I’m not opposed to you checking me out. I just wasn’t expecting it. I heard you were dating someone,” you said.

“Rumor. Put it out there so people would leave me alone,” he said. “I’m not shy around you either, you know.”

“Alright.”

“At first I am with most people. I mean, I can act like the life of the party and like the coolest guy in the room.”

“Act would be the key word there,” you said, taking a sip from your glass.

“Yeah well, most people put up some kind of front with strangers or people they don’t know that well.”

“Very true. I do it myself,” you said.

“So like I said, I ain’t shy.”

“Like I said, shy boy is attracted to me. When the confident boy that is really a shy boy is interested, laid back girl will become confident flirty girl very quickly if you understand,” you said.

“Are you saying you’re attracted to me?”

“Yeah,” you said. “Considering you’re attracted to me, I don’t see how this is a problem.”

“You are something else,” he said, some of his confidence returning.

“Yes I-” you said, Jared walking out with his phone to his ear. He looked worried and you both put your full attention on him.

“Shep just fell. He and Tom were jumping off the bunk bed and…” said Jared. “Looks like he might have broken his arm.”

“Is he okay?” you asked, Jensen echoing the sentiment. 

“Yeah. We just…”

“Tell me what I can do to help,” you said.

“Everybody relax,” said Jensen as he stood up. “You guys take Shep to get taken care of. Y/N and I will watch the other munchkins.”

“Thanks,” he said. “Dinner’s in the pot on the stove. Eat it up. No need to waste it.”

“Text us to let us know how it goes,” you said.

“Sure thing. I owe you guys one,” he said.

“No, you don’t. Go,” said Jensen. You both ducked back inside and five minutes later they were gone. Tom was feeling pretty bad about what happened but Jensen gave him a talk and put him to bed while you packed away some leftovers for Jared and Gen.

“How’s he doing?” you asked, sticking the tupperware in the fridge.

“He’ll be alright. Wasn’t his fault. They were just being kids,” he said. He helped you find the plates and you dished yourself up the rest of the food, eating at the kitchen counter quietly. “That was nice of you, to be so concerned.”

“They’ve been nothing but kind to me. Besides, it’s a kid,” you said. “I don’t mind staying.”

“You don’t have to. They’re both fast asleep. I can stay until they get back.”

“I said I’d stay. I’m gonna stay,” you said. He licked his lips and hummed, cleaning up his plate before you.

“Say you had a point earlier. I’m not saying you did but hypothetically speaking,” he said.

“Go on.”

“Say my frazzledness was because when I saw you, my head sort of short-circuited, hypothetically.”

“Hypothetically,” you said, finishing with your food.

“Say that happened and say you were good with that, happy about that...where exactly would this go seeing as I hypothetically have never been the hook up guy. Never actually done it but I’m now questioning it for the first time. Hypothetically, what’d your response to that be?”

“Well, if that were the case,” you said as you took your plate and put it in the dishwasher, “I would tell you not to hookup with me simply for the fact that sex for you is very likely part of being in a relationship and something you do when you feel comfortable with a person which I completely respect and understand. I wouldn’t want you to change how you treat sex just for me. Hypothetically.”

“But what if I said I’d never felt that kind of attraction to anyone before, at any stage in a relationship, not to that level. Not that floor you kind of overwhelming sensation.”

“I would tell you the attraction is reciprocated and while I would very much like to see what you are capable of and what we’re capable of doing together, I would tell you that you’re not the hookup guy and you’re not about to start being one. You should continue to have sex with your romantic partners and that’s all. It means more to you. A hookup will leave a sour taste in your mouth and I’d rather we don’t think of each other like that seeing as we’ll likely be spending more time together.”

“It’s not just physical you know. It’s that, it’s that logic and that kindness and compassion.”

“I get it. I would. I really, really would. But I’m breaking your record. I don’t want to be the girl that breaks that record, Jensen.”

“If we dated though, that’s different.”

“I don’t date to get sex.”

“Neither do I.”

“So you want to date?” you asked. He leaned back against the counter and smiled to himself. “It’s an easy question.”

“I wanted to date you the second I saw you but that comes off as a little strong,” he said. 

“I personally believe it’s important that people click when it comes to dating and relationships,” you said.

“So is there a click?” he asked. You walked in front of him and smiled, bringing your lips just an inch away from his. 

“There’s a click but there’s got to be something else,” you said, Jensen’s lips parting. “After my last failed relationship and it sounds like yours too, it’s important.”

“What’s that?” he asked quietly, not moving an inch.

“I want to be friends with my next boyfriend, someday when I find whoever I’m gonna be with. It’s always miserable when you’re not friends,” you said.

“Who says you didn’t just meet your best friend for the rest of your life tonight,” he said.

“Now that’s a strong statement,” you said.

“It is. I don’t like the sentiment though that there’s gonna be a somebody else after me. I’m not filling time with this,” he said.

“Neither am I,” you said.

“Good,” he said. He leaned in a hair closer and his lips tugged up into a grin. “I’m going to heat up that pumpkin roll you brought and then play video games while not kissing you. I’d be very happy if you joined in.”

“Tease,” you said. You took a step back and went to the container you brought. “Can you preheat the oven for me?”

“Sure thing,” he said. “It looks amazing.”

“It’s not the only thing,” you said, flashing him a wink.

“I see how it’s gonna go.”

“You started it,” you said.

“Yes, yes I did. Now how high do you need it?”

Four Hours Later

“Thanks again guys,” said Jared as you and Jensen stepped outside.

“It was no problem. We saved dinner and dessert for you guys in the fridge,” said Jensen. 

“I’ll make something for Shep and drop it by. He like chocolate?” you asked.

“Yeah, he loves it. You really don’t have-”

“Jared, like Jensen said, it’s all good. We’ll see you,” you said.

“Alright, alright,” he said. “Tell me when you two get together.”

“Already late on that one,” said Jensen with a smirk. “I’ll tell you tomorrow.”

“You better. Night guys. And take her home like a gentleman,” said Jared.

“Yeah, yeah. Night,” said Jensen. Jared locked up and you wandered over to your car, Jensen smiling as he stood by his truck. “So I guess this is good night.”

“It could be a good night,” you said as you started to yawn. “Maybe tomorrow though.”

“Tomorrow maybe,” he smirked. “Text me when you get home.”

“Why?”

“Cause I worry about my friends,” he said. “Please?”

“Alright. So...tomorrow…”

“Tomorrow night,” he said. “Maybe I can cook you dinner. Bring a bathing suit, we could go for a dip in the pool maybe.”

“Maybe,” you smirked back. “I’ll see you tomorrow Jensen.”

“You too. Oh and Y/N? Might want to sleep in tomorrow.”

“Why?”

“I got a feeling you’re gonna be up late tomorrow night,” he said, winking at you.

“Oh really? We’ll have to see how a good a cook you are first.”

“I guess we will. Drive safe, Y/N,” he said, voice soft and sweet.

“You too, Jensen. You too.”

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[13uswntimagines]

Our Song (Alyssa Naeher x Reader)

Request: alyssa naehex reader thats set during quarantine w/ “Shy” by Alexander Stewart. I just kind of think it’s cute since she’s an introvert and that it would be fitting

Author’s Note: Speical Thanks To @literaryhedgehog​

Alyssa knew she should just say it, that admitting it out loud would finally put an end to this madness. She ran a soothing hand through your hair when you sniffled loudly into her chest. 

God, she should just tell you how she felt. But, she also didn’t want to overstep. That would make being roommates really awkward. Especially since neither of you were supposed to leave the apartment right now except for essential purchases. And she didn’t want to lose her best friend. That would really suck. 

But she wasn’t afraid to say what no one else would- you had a terrible taste when it came to partners. You chose people who didn’t value you, and you always ended up hurt. 

This time was no different, well, it was slightly different considering you couldn’t leave your shared apartment to cope like you normally would. Alyssa didn’t know if that was better or worse, considering that you had adapted your breakup routine to just be endless cuddles with her and your favorite stuffed animal.  

She had already spent the last hour making comforting noises. You had stopped shedding tears 15 minutes ago, so Alyssa decided it was time to go for some humor. “Hey, so now you and Taylor Swift have something in common!”

“Hmm” You hummed in acknowledgment, your eyes never leaving where Supergirl was playing on screen. 

“Well, she was broken up with over text. You were broken up with over text. I think this is the perfect opportunity to listen to her re-recording of Fearless, and really channel those emotions!”

“No, Joe broke up with her in a 27-second phone call,” You lifted your head up off of her very comfortable chest to raise your eyebrow at the woman. 

Alyssa was a great keeper, and amazing at crosswords, but she always needed your help when it came to Taylor trivia. 

“Then Joe showed more consideration as an 18-year-old child than your 32 year old wanna be soccer star. It doesn’t change the fact that I think listening to Mr Perfectly Fine would be cathartic.” 

“It’s kinda funny that she wrote Forever and Always, Mr. Perfectly fine, Better than Revenge and Holy Ground all about the same guy, they’re all so different from each other,” You mumbled, settling back down on her chest. At least she didn’t say that you had as many breakups as she did. That was a rude joke. (One Alyssa wouldn’t dare make. She was more cultured than the media asshats that chased your team around). 

“Woman’s efficient,” Alyssa shrugged. “No reason why you can't recycle the same emotion into a different song genre.” 

“At least she could make millions off her pain. All I seem to be able to do is kick the ball harder,” You grumbled. Your landlord complained about you practicing in the street because of how hard you sent the ball careening into his precious brick wall. It wasn’t your fault Alyssa was too slow to stop the PK. 

“Darling, considering you’re one of the strongest kickers on the east coast, I’d say that pain is going to a worthwhile cause. But you do kind of have the worst taste in relationships.” 

“Hey! Savannah wasn’t a bad choice, just bad timing,” You huffed indignantly. 

“So that would be one out of…. How many bad relationships?” 

“At least one for every Taylor Swift album,” 

“Okay, here’s a fun idea, choose an ex for each album,” Alyssa said brightly. Thinking about music would definitely cheer you up. “Wannabe soccer star is obviously your Joe, so represents the Fearless album. Which relationship is your… Drew?”

“You already know the answer to that question,” you said, already picking up your phone to add Teardrops on my Guitar to the music queue. You then quickly added Forever and Always and started scrolling through Speak Now for the next song inspiration. 

Alyssa nodded. It was a well-known fact that you had a massive crush on one Hope Solo growing up, and you had been absolutely enamored with her the second you set foot into camp. But Alyssa also knew that Hope was very faithful to a certain veteran. 

The veteran keeper had tried to let you down easy, and Kelley was still one of your best friends, but it had hurt in the moment.

“Kristie was my Haunted,” you said, smiling slightly. Dating her felt like a whirlwind, one that took your breath until you never thought it would end. She made butterflies flutter in your stomach, and you were so desperate to say the right thing, to be the perfect partner, that you always felt like you were walking a tightrope. Floating on air, but desperate to keep your balance. “At least she had the decency to wait until we were in the same city to end it.” 

“Aren’t the two of you friends now?” Alyssa looked down at you, watching as you scrolled through songs from your comfortable place on her chest. 

You nodded with a small smile. “Hmm, we are much better off that way anyway.” 

“I bet you I can guess who your We are Never Ever Getting Back Together person is,” Alyssa trilled, reaching down to take the phone. 

You playfully snatched it away from her. “Who’s to say I wasn’t going to choose I knew you were trouble?” You raised your eyebrow at the woman, who simply smirked in response. 

“I can tell you who that is too if you like,” Alyssa reached for her own phone and took over control of the speakers, adding both songs to the music queue. 

“Alright, I’ll bite. Who?” 

“You definitely knew Sam Kerr was trouble, and I think it took you 4 breakups with Leah to finally call it quits,” 

“I was going to say Leah for 1989, it took me forever to realize how fucked up our relationship was after we finally broke up,” 

“I’m sure the distance didn’t help.” With her in London and you in Chicago things just kind of fell apart. 

“Maybe,” you hummed, noncommittally. 

“Okay, so for Reputation. I’m thinking Don’t Blame Me,” 

“You did go a bit crazy for Jane…” Alyssa said with a roll of her eyes. You had almost moved to Houston for that girl, thank god you didn’t. You sunburned like nobody's business. 

“Oh come on. You just didn’t like the idea of me moving. And considering how long we had been dating at that point it did make sense!” You argued. 

“It was 3 months Y/n,” She deadpanned. 

“I was in a wlw relationship. That’s like practically three years, it’s not like I brought a u-haul to our first date.” 

Alyssa quirked an eyebrow up at you. “Didn’t you have one of those the first time we met?” 

“Yeah, because I wasn’t moving into my college apartment without any furniture!”

“Whatever you say, babe. Who's your Folklore?” She rolled her eyes goodnaturedly. 

“I think you skipped an album,” you said. This was weird because Lover was one of Alyssa’s favorite albums. “But, since you asked. I think Kelley is The 1.” 

“Ah, our favorite squirrel,” Alyssa’s lips ticked up. You and Kelley had dated in college (something that should have made her jealous), but Kelley was the one pushing her to admit her feelings now. 

“We were just too young and dumb,” you said, smiling. “We had a great time together, and it would have been fun if it worked out. But at some point we just realized, we were friends, but there wasn’t anything romantic there.”

“I’m sorry it didn’t work out,” Alyssa said, like a liar. 

“I’m not. Her and Emily are like made for each other,” You snorted with the shake of your head. “And at least she wasn’t afraid of the world knowing we were together,” 

“Well, yeah,” Alyssa smiled. She had loved seeing the way being publicly out with Kelley had brought out the best of you. “ Okay moving on! Next, we need to narrow down your No body, No Crime.” 

“I take offense. Alex is still alive, so that doesn’t count,” You huffed. 

“I’m kidding! I’m kidding. I know you didn’t kill any of your significant others,” Alyssa said, laughing. “Though if you listened to the song you would know that’s my job… ”

“Alex was my Champagne Problems,” You mumbled sadly. That relationship had been the hardest for you, as had the breakup. She was terrified of the world even suspecting she wasn’t straight. 

You had everything, except the freedom to be yourself, and In the end, you couldn’t take the hiding anymore. 

“You did your best, love. But people come out at their own pace. And it was before Obergfell v. Hodges was decided. Being queer was still more likely to be presented as a scandal in the media then.”

“She cheated on me with Serv. She doesn’t get a pass,” You grumbled, crossing your arms. 

“I’m pretty sure you were on a break dear,” Alyssa said, though she was inclined to agree with you. Being on a ‘break’ but not officially breaking up didn’t seem like a reason to start dating other people. Still getting over some of the semantics might theoretically help you move on. “BUT maybe we should move on. Who is your Lover?”

Your eyes squinted thoughtfully, a light pink shading your cheeks. “The only person who hasn’t ever left me is you. You let me leave the Christmas lights up until May and dance around the kitchen when you cook.” 

Alyssa looked away, not able to meet your eyes. ”I mean, the lights can change color, so they can be thematic all year. And you’re the one who chooses the music to listen to while I cook. I can’t help it if they’re all great for dancing.”

“You can dance to anything. I’m pretty sure you turned a Hosier song into a salsa dance last week.” You giggled. 

“The only person I dance with is you, Y/n,” Alyssa said, finally meeting your eyes. She could feel her body start shaking slightly, as the adrenaline kicked in. She was going to do it. She was going to tell you. “I don’t want to dance if I’m not dancing with you.” 

“I’d dance with you in a storm in my best dress,” 

“I have tried so hard to be supportive about your last several relationships. But seeing you dancing to your favorite song with anyone else… I’ve loved you for three years now and I couldn’t bear it.” 

The air was suddenly charged between you, and you realized your faces were just inches apart. It was hard to breathe. You never dreamed your best friend would return your feelings (maybe that’s why you had so many bad relationships). 

“Kiss me,” you breathed, slowly moving around so your heads were at the same level. 

“That’s not a Taylor swift Lyric,” Alyssa said. In her brain, there was a loading sign currently whirring in little circles, as she attempted to process what you just said. Did you mean what she thought you said?

“Baby just say yes,” You said, feeling so happy that tears were coming to your eyes. You leaned forward getting inches from her face, so close you could feel her breath hitch. “Please kiss me.”

“Yes,” was all Alyssa had time to say before she closed the distance and kissed you. 

#uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #uswnt x reader #alyssa naeher imagine #alyssa naeher x reader

[blackmissfrizzle]

Chill Out

Characters: Rio x black!reader

Summary: Wine drunk + dancing= a very entertained but annoyed Rio

Warnings: Smut

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BEA 💖 @starrynite7114 thank you for being such a great friend. I hope your day is filled with joy 😘 love you, babes! P.S. this was so hard to keep a secret from you lol

I highly recommend listening to these while reading:

Today you were on a high. You woke up feeling good and the day just kept on getting better. Your friends came over for drinks and gossip. During that time the playlist that was playing in the background had hits after hits, causing y’all to be singing dancing fools.

Eventually, the girls had to leave because it was a school night, but it was perfect timing because as soon as they were leaving Rio came back home.

“You have fun, mama?” He kissed you tasting the wine on your lips. You started getting bolder, nibbling on his lips and neck. Oh, it was about to be one of those nights, Rio thought.

Rio pulled away from you and went to the refrigerator for a water bottle. “Not right now. I wanna watch the game.” He explained, plopping down on the couch.

You tried to hold in your whining. It wasn’t often that Rio got to relax, so left him be. “Do you mind if I play music while I clean up?”

“Nah, you do you. I don’t wanna hear the commentators anyway.”

With his permission you turned the music up. It was a little mix of everything so when Crush started playing you got hyped since you haven’t heard that song in forever.

It's just (aah) a little crush (crush)

Not like I faint every time we touch

It's just (aah) some little thing (crush)

Not like everything I do depends on you

Sha-la-la-la, sha-la-la-la

Rio side-eyed you as you began to sing and dance like every white girl in a 90s movie. “Really? You jamming out to this mess?”

“Rude.” You continued singing and dancing along while you were wiping down the counter. Then the next banger came on and you had to rope Rio in.

Motownphilly's back again

Doin' a little east coast fling

Boyz II Men going off

Not too hard, not too soft

Before you were in the kitchen singing and dancing, but with this new song you migrated to the living room dancing in front of Rio. “What you know about this?” You taunted him while doing the running man.

Rio secretly loved that you were dancing like a fool. You were the sunshine in his gloomy life.

He tried not to crack a smile at your silliness, but he couldn’t help it. “Come here,” he crooked a long finger at you.

Continuing to dance, you shook your head no. He wasn’t about to rain on your parade. “Come here.” Rio repeated with more authority in his voice.

This time you complied and stood between Rio’s legs. Grabbing onto your hips Rio pulled you into his lap. For awhile he massaged your scalp while he just stared at you lovingly.

Rio was the king of building up tension. Usually, you would snap and tell him to hurry up, but that would only make him prolong it. However, you were enjoying it this time. His nose rubbing against yours, his breath tickling your face, his hands running along your body.

Eventually, his lips graced yours. He held your chin as the kiss got a little messier. But as usual it was magical. “I love you,” he smiled at you.

“I love you too.” You kissed him once more before you got up. He smacked your ass as you walked away, enjoying it ripple before he got pulled away by the game. “Be ready as soon as the game is off.”

“Okay, daddy,” you giggled and went off to finish cleaning.

As you continue to clean you continued dancing. During commercial breaks you would dance in front of Rio causing him to roll his eyes like he wasn’t enjoying it. Mostly it was silly dancing, but then the twerk songs started coming on and you couldn’t help yourself.

Damn, I want all three (come here), ooh

Ashley (ayy), ooh, Ashley (ayy)

I get hard when she walk past me (look at that ass)

'Cause she thick (thick)

Thi-thi-thi-thi-thi-thick (thick)

Thi-thi-thi-thi-thi-thick (thick)

Thi-thi-thi-thi-thick, she make me stutter

Thankfully it was a commercial break because Rio probably would’ve pushed you out of the way when you started twerking in his face. Instead he gripped a chunk of ass and told you, “Aye, chill with all that.”

“Oh, so Jake from State Farm is more interesting than me?” Rio didn’t say anything for a bit. He just rubbed his bottom lip while his eyes roamed your body. “Girl, you better move before you have my full attention.”

Rolling your eyes you moved out of the way and grabbed you a glass of wine. Fine, if he didn’t want to play, you’ll have fun on your own.

Two wine glasses later and you didn’t give one fuck. You were all up in Rio’s face rapping along with lyrics about using men. Even though, Rio was mostly expressionless you still caught his little quirks of reactions.

“He always asking do I love him? I always be tellin' him, "Uh-uh" I told him he pushing his luck, he better be happy I fucked him.”

“Watch it,” Rio lowly warned you. As usual you paid him no mind and played the next song.

Got more milkshakes than Kelis

Ain't met a nigga who can handle me

I think I should be in museums (hey hey)

'Cause this body a masterpiece (yeah yeah)

Can I fuck ya to a trap beat? (huh huh huh)

He said girl you tryin' to trap me? (Huh huh huh)

Ah hell nah, nigga no I ain't (what what? Uh)

You can hit that door, here go ahead leave (what what? Uh)

Rio couldn’t focus on the game. Between you twerking and rapping in his face, basically saying ‘fuck him’ had him hard as fuck, but he wasn’t about give into you. However, your determination was stronger than his. The last straw though was when you got on the couch popping over ass cheek at a time while looking at him “innocently.”

I wanna bust it on your face

He wanna see my shit squirt like he squeezed it

He finna die by this pussy, he need it

He wanna keep it like lock it and key it

I tell him to bring me my money then beat it

Give a nigga back to the streets, ayy

Even though the song wasn’t your words, it was still a challenge to him. You were directing all that energy to him and you about to get it back ten-fold.

While you were in Meganland, Rio was able to pull your shorts and panties to the side. He didn’t have the time so he pulled his dick out of his pants.

“Rioooo,” you reached back to grab onto his wrists when you felt him split you open. “Nah, what you running for? Remember you were gonna ‘leave this dick up in a casket’?”

Rio loved this song. The moment when he sees the brattiness dies and you become a compliant whimpering mess. Only he could do this. Only he could make this independent, strong woman weak.

“Come on, baby. I thought you ain’t met anyone who can handle you. This sure looks like I’m handling all this shit.” Rio smacked your ass as he looked at your conjoined bodies.

It was too much and too little at the same time. Rio was giving you those long, slow strokes that had you near the edge, but could never quite push you over.

“Please,” you begged, trying to flatten yourself. “Nah, you gonna take this.” Rio pulled your hips up and got a tight grip on them to make sure you weren’t going anywhere.

“Please let me cum, Rio. I’ll be good. I promise.” Your man chuckled, making you want to cry. He either wasn’t in a forgiving mood or he was gonna make you work for it.

Grabbing you by your chin, Rio turned your face towards him. Instinctively, he stuck some of his fingers in your mouth. “You want cum, huh?”

“Mmmhmm,” you nodded, gently sucking on his fingers.

“Why should I? You wouldn’t let me watch the game.”

“Because I’ll make you feel good, daddy.” Rio smiled at you before he bent down and kissed you while wrapping his arm around your body to start rubbing your clit. “Cum on this dick, bitch.” He whispered into your ear.

Rio sped up his pace a bit and you were going crazy, yelling out his name. “Rio, Rio, tak-, tak-, take me to the room. I’m gonna squirt.”

“So?” His voice was strained letting you know he was close to finishing. “I’m gonna ruin the couch.”

“Fuck this couch. I’ll buy another. Now cum on this dick. I’m trying to finish the game.”

With his permission, you soaked Rio’s clothes and the couch and not too long after you felt his seed coat your walls.

“Shit, I love you,” you smile tiredly as you laid your head against the armrest.

“Uh-huh, get up and take all your clothes off.” Rio pulled out of you and smacked your butt. You were about to object, but when you saw the look on his face, you quickly undressed.

For a moment, Rio forgot what he wanted you to do. Your body always hypnotized him. He just stared at you with his lip tucked in between his teeth. “Come sit on this dick, mama.”

Ugh, he wanted you to ride? You didn’t have the energy for that, but you listened anyway. Facing the tv, you sank down on his dick causing you both to moan in unison.

You began to bounce up and down, but Rio stilled your hips. “Nah, you ain’t gotta do all that.” Thank god, he was gonna do all the work. “You’re gonna sit here and be still while finish watching the game.”

“Huh?” He couldn’t be serious.

“Yeah, you heard me,” Rio closed your dropped jaw. “And if you move I’ll watch the next game even though I don’t give a fuck about that team.”

Rio didn’t give you a chance to object. He turned on the tv and ignored. Guess you should’ve chilled out earlier.

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[hellsenthero]

Indigo

Written by: hellsenthero

Bucky X Reader

A lazy day in bed quickly turns into another mission. But that’s okay, because the Hydra base was supposed to be empty. It was supposed to be an easy mission. But when are things ever easy for Bucky and Y/N? 

Warnings/themes: Guns, angst, fluff. (2K Words.)        

*Main Masterlist*      *The Colour Series Masterlist*

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THE NIGHT.

The indigo night is a cold one. The shot rings out clear in the air and before you know it you’re falling back, back, back into the indigo waters below. Bucky’s outstretched hand scims your own. He’s so, so close. But not close enough. He screams and you think it’s your name, but the rushing wind swallows it up before finally, everything is swallowed up. 

And all there is is indigo. Infinite, icy, indigo. 

And then nothing. 

THE MORNING. 

You know it’s a good morning when you wake to your boyfriend’s feather light kisses rather than a blaring alarm. The smell of coffee drifts through the air and before you even open your eyes you know Bucky must have made you a cup and brought it back to bed for you. 

“‘S my birthday or som’thin’?” You mumble out into your pillow. You can feel Bucky pause in his kissing against your neck as he lets out a chuckle. 

“No doll, it’s just a good day.”

“Yeah?” You half ask before rolling over. The blinds are open in your room, morning sunlight streaming inside and your poor eyes are too sensitive still, so you look up at Bucky with only one eye open. 

“Yeah, I had no nightmares last night.” You’re still half asleep when Bucky says this, so it takes a second to register, but once it does you’re throwing your arms around him and giving him a big kiss, morning breath be damned. 

“Bucky baby, that’s great!” Bucky’s smiling when you pull away and he turns to grab the cup of coffee off the nightstand before handing it to you. He put it in your favourite mug, you notice. The drink is warm and delicious on your tongue. Not too bitter, not too sweet, just how you like it. “This is cause for celebration, Buck.” 

Bucky lifts a brow at you as he sits propped up on his flesh arm. “I wouldn’t go that far, doll.”

“No no,” you shake your head as you set the cup of coffee back on the nightstand. “It is. And it can be small.” You reach over and tuck a stray piece of dark hair behind his ear. “How about dinner, yeah? I’ll make your favourite. And desert too.” You say with a wink, knowing desert won’t be taking place at the kitchen table. That can be saved for the rowdy round two. 

Bucky’s smile can’t help but brighten. “I like the sound of that.” 

“Great.” You say before tossing the blankets off of yourself. “Let’s get on with the day.” 

The kitchen smells of Indigo flowers when you walk into the room. A white vase of them sits on the counter by the sink. Dark and blooming they soak up the light, but it’s beautiful. You rub a velvet soft petal between your fingers, the smell rubs off on you and you smile before facing back to Bucky. “I’ll make pancakes. Part one of our celebration.”  

Part one of the celebration goes off without a hitch. Both you and Bucky smile at each other from across the table as you sit and eat. Pancakes covered in sweet and sticky maple syrup. Part two won’t be until dinner and so you take Bucky’s hand and offer to spend the rest of the day in bed, which he gladly accepts. 

“There’s no mission today.” You tell him. “So let’s just skip training and have a lazy day.” 

You spoke too soon about the mission. Because when evening rolls around and the sun begins to lower in the sky and you take that first step out of bed after rolling around the sheets all day to start cooking Bucky’s favourite meal, that’s when the Compounds alarm goes off. 

THE NIGHT. 

When you rush towards the Quinjet on the roof of the Compound you find the sun is all but gone. Taunting at a night of Indigo sky’s. The air is cool, cold really, despite it being late May and a shiver crawls up your spine. Tony, Steve and Sam are already on the jet, and a second after you come on with Bucky Natasha follows with Clint. Steve’s all-seeing eyes roam over the group before he determines everyone’s onboard and he points at Clint to pilot up the plane. “Coordinates are set up for you Clint.” He tells the other man. Clint answers with a silent nod before he disappears to the front of the jet. “We found a Hydra base on Wrangel Island, Russia. We’re unclear if it’s in use so expect some trouble, but for the most part all’s been quiet. We’re hoping this can be just a simple recon for information. Understood?” A round of affirmation goes through the jet and the rest of the ride is spent in silence. 

The jet drifts through the open air smoothly. Through the small window you can see the indigo water below, blending in with the matching sky. All of it is an open abyss. Inky, like an overturned bottle on a writer’s desk. 

Steve yells out that you’re landing in two minutes and you look over at Bucky who sits beside you. You’re holding onto his metal hand, your thumb rubbing over his metallic knuckles. He gives you one of his wavering smiles and you know he’s nervous. He always is when it comes to the Hydra missions. But he’s a soldier, a trooper, he pulls through, time and time again. 

“We got this.” You say to him softly. 

And then you’re landing. And then you’re making your way towards the base. 

The base sits on the edge of a cliff. Not too high, but high enough that you’re careful to stay away from the edge. It’s big and grey and ugly and just seeing it makes you want to burn it to the ground. Maybe after, you can get away with dropping a lit match in a waste paper basket? But now you have a job to do. Steve splits everyone into pairs, save for Tony. 

Steve and Sam take West. You and Bucky take North. Clint and Nat take East. Tony takes the air. 

And then you’re off. The North end of the building is the side that sits on the edge of the cliff. It hangs off of it, dangling like a worm on a hook over open water. Neither you nor Bucky like it. But a job’s a job. The hallways are grey, filled by dusty light. There’s no doors, no forks in the path and it’s starting to look like you and Bucky got the easy side of the building. 

“This feel like an eerie quiet to you babe or a good quiet?” You ask your lover who walks a step ahead of you. He’s always doing that, going ahead of you, not because he thinks you can’t handle yourself (he’s seeing just how damn well you can handle yourself on and off the field,) but because of his need to keep you safe. His need to protect you. 

“I’m thinking-” and that’s when you hear it. It’s soft, quiet, but there. A click that came from neither you nor Bucky. Neither of you have to share even a look before you know your next move. You go low and Bucky goes high and you switch positions. At the end of the hallway stands a dark figure. They shoot, miss, and then start running away. You and Bucky give chase. 

The dusty light of the hallway turns darker and darker and you quickly realize you’re running towards the night. An open balcony ahead. “We’re not alone.” You breathe out into your comms as you run. “North end, headed for the balcony.” A round of the team answering you goes through your comms as you race after the dark figure. Bucky’s ahead of you, practically on top of the guy when another shot goes out and you wince. Praying he wasn’t hit. 

When you reach the balcony you find your lover to be okay, for now. He’s staring down at the figure with fury in his eyes. The figures a man, who lays sprawled out on the ground, breathing heavily and bleeding from a gunshot wound in his left thigh. 

In the dark indigo night you don’t realize the balcony you stand on is really a launching pad. Not with the lights out. There is no railing, no safety net. Just the pad and then open air beneath and indigo waters below. But you don’t focus on that. You’re focused on the bleeding man before you. 

“Who are you and how many others are there?” Bucky growls out. You see he’s kicked the man’s gun towards the edge of the balcony and you go to grab it. Neither of you realize the man has a second gun on him. And when you do, it’s too late. 

The man’s eyes are dark when he looks between you and Bucky and you think they’re black. But a glint of silver light from the moon shows their true indigo color. There’s something wrong about it. Like the colour doesn’t quite belong to him. It’s too vibrant, too full of wisdom and intelligence and spirituality. It’s not befitting, it’s distracting. And it’s all the distraction the man needs. 

“Hail Hydra.” He spits out before pulling the second gun out. 

The indigo night is a cold one. You didn’t realize that before now. It was a background thought, but now it comes to the forefront of your mind. The shot rings out clear in the air and before you know it you’re falling back, back, back into the indigo waters below. The bullet skimmed you really, but so close to the edge that’s all that’s needed. The water’s cold too. You know it will be. Like death’s icy breath. That’s what you think anyways. You used to think death was a burning, scorching, unforgiving thing. But now you realize how cold it really is. Bucky’s outstretched hand scims your own. He’s so, so close. But not close enough. He screams and you think it’s your name, but the rushing wind swallows it up before finally, everything is swallowed up. 

And all there is is indigo. Infinite, icy, indigo. Death’s icy breath.

And then nothing. 

Bucky screams. A gold light follows after you. You’re like a shooting star. Still, Bucky screams. He screams your name, a cry for help, a plea for time to reverse. He hangs over the edge of the pad, looking down at the open indigo sea below. You’re gone, the gold light is gone, there’s nothing. The rest of the team runs out onto the pad, surrounding Bucky, but he doesn’t see them. He doesn’t feel their touches. He doesn’t hear their calls, asking him what happened, where you are. 

“Y/N,” he breathes. “Y/N, no, god, no please. Come back. Come back. Please. Y/N.” You don’t come back. “I need you.” 

And then the gold light. A crimson metallic suit emerges from the water below, and with it, you. Tony brings you onto the pad, still and unmoving and Sam is quick to start chest compressions. 

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven… Sam gets to twenty eight when you try to take your first breath, only to begin coughing up water. Bucky rolls you onto your side, hitting your back, letting all that salt water come up. And though he can barely stand to look away from you for even a moment, he shares a look with Tony. 

Thank you. Is what the look says. 

She’s one of us. Is the look the billionaire sends back. 

When your breathing gets back under control Bucky’s quick to wrap you up in his arms. His hands grasp desperately at you, pleading for you to stay with him. As if you’ll ever leave him. You kiss his jaw as you cling just as tightly back. And he whispers the same thing over and over again as he gently rocks you. 

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

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Hanahaki Disease AU

Word Count:1096

Warnings: death

I know this one is really bad and really doesn’t have too much with it but I also have another, slightly different ending. If ya’ll would like that, I can post it too

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Y/N laughed, "Pietro!”

He smiled, “You’re pretty when you laugh.”

She felt her face heat up, “You don’t mean that.”

“But I do! you’re face crunches up at all the good places! And your laugh is adorable.”

“You’re lying, but whatever.”

He moved a hair from her face, “When do you leave?”

“In the morning, I probably should head home.”

“Yeah and I should head back to base.”

“You always call it base, but never say what is it. I thought I was your best friend.”

The last part hurt saying, but it was true. They were just friends. “I can’t. I want to, believe me! But I can’t!”

She sighed, “Fine.” She wrapped her arms around him, “I’m gonna miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too.”

“Learn to wear something besides tracksuits.”

He laughed, “Well, if my best friend asks me to do so, than I will.”

She laughed and pulled away, “Bye Pietro.”

“Bye Y/N.”

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Y/N had been living in the U.S. for just over a week. What she thought had been a small cold had grown to be something else entirely. She was mad at herself for allowing herself to slip. What was worse was that she couldn’t even tell him. He was all the way in Sokovia while she was stuck here in America. She didn’t have enough money to fly out there to tell him.

The actual worse part was that it was progressing quicker than she could deal with. She had no one to go to. No one to talk to. Barely had enough money to pay for the shitty apartment she was in. Barely enough to survive, if that was even possible.

She groaned as she walked over to the kitchen. She could barely breathe and whenever she did it hurt and she ended up coughing and sometimes even vomiting. Unfortunately, the latter of the two happened as she took a sharp breath, but fortunately she was near a small trash can. To be honest, all that came out was blood and small blue flowers, but she still felt fucking weak afterwards.

She wished that she knew how to somehow get to Sokovia. It would make everything so much easier to do. To go and tell him and maybe, just maybe, he would feel the same. Or she could get the procedure done easier. But hey, this is what she gets for being a 17 year old trying to escape.

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Pietro handed the girl a dress an rolled his eyes when he heard Wanda’s voice getting mad at him. He technically didn’t have to listen as he was older. Even if it was only by 12 minutes. Besides he only flirted with these girls so he would not miss Y/N. It was east to do so, but none of them were Y/N. None of them were the girl he grew up with and teased mercilessly. The one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, but was too scared to tell her. 

“You have to be careful. Avengers could still find us.”

“You’re just upset that I didn’t buy you a dress.”

“I’m sorry?”

“What? You’ve been in a grouchy mood sense we escaped. What’s going on? Is it because you have nothing new? I can get you something--”

“You mean steal.”

“I’ll pay when I get the money!” He quickly defended himself,

“Yeah? And when will that be? Who would hire you? Or really just us in general? Tell me, we’re 17 Pietro. Most won’t.”

“Oh lighten up!”

“Anyways, if anyone has been ‘in a mood’ it’s been you. Why?”

“I have not!”

“Actually, I haven’t seen Y/N in years! I wonder what happened to her.”

“She’s in America.”

“What?”

“Yeah.”

“I--how do you know?”

“I used to sneak out all of the time. She left about a week ago.”

“And you didn’t tell me?!”

“You would get ma at me for breaking the rules! You always do!”

“Yes but this is Y/N! We’ve been friends since we were children! Since before mama and papa!”

“Well, I was I meant to know? Really Wanda?”

“I know, I know,” She sighed, “I’m sorry for getting and at you.”

“It’s fine. I’m used to it.” He placed a hand on his sisters shoulder. “Are you okay though? You keep touching your head.”

”Just a headache Pietro. It’ll go away.”

“If you say so.”

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Pietro saw as Clint was about to get shot at by Ultron and so he did the first thing that came to his head and ran over to cover him. He felt the sharp pain of the bullets go into him. He gave a small smirk as Clint turned around, “You didn’t see that coming.” As he fell to the ground, he thought of Y/N for a quick moment and how Wanda will keep her company after this.

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“Thank you for letting me do this Natasha.”

The elder girl just shrugged, “It’s no problem Wanda. You’ve been cooped up in the compound. You deserve to see an old friend.”

Wanda smiled lightly, “You know, Pietro had this crush on her,” She laughed, “He told me, when we decided to help you guys, that after everything was done, he was going to find her and finally ask her out.” She sighed, “He adored her so much, I’m surprise he never go Hanahaki.”

“It is always a surprise to see those you care about not get it, especially when their in love.”

“Perhaps it was because he never admitted it?”

“It could easily be, here it is.”

The two stopped in front of a door that definitely fit how the rest of the building looked. Wanda knocked on the door, “Y/N? Y/N, it’s Wanda!” When Y/N didn’t answer, Wanda tried a few more times.  “Y/N? C’mon silly, it’s me!”

“Maybe she’s not in?”

“No. The lady at the desk said she was! She--she has to be.” She looked at Natasha, “May I please?”

“You promise she won’t be mad?” Wanda nodded, “Then fine, just don’t tell anyone I let you. I’d rather not get chewed out by Steve.” Wanda lifted her hand and waved it over the lock until she heard the click of it unlocking.

“Y/N? Are you--oh my gods!”

“What--oh dear.”

Y/N was home, just unfortunately, she look too much like Pietro laying there dead. The pool of blood and flowers surrounding her face told the whole story. Wanda ran out of the place, unable to see her oldest friend dead. But for some part of her, she was happy because it meant Pietro wasn’t alone.

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Hardcore Hide-and-Seek

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Written for Maribat March Day 27 - Contest

There was a dull ache behind his temples that just wouldn't go away. The harsh, bright lights of his computer screen and the fact that he hadn't slept in almost 36 hours combined to give Tim a headache so powerful he could barely think.

"Sweetheart. Honeybunch. Cupcake. Darling." Marinette poked him in the shoulder after each pet name. "You need to go to bed now before you pass out on the keyboard." She gently pulled on his arm, guiding him away from the computer.

"Not yet. Give me... two more hours."

"No way. You need to sleep."

"I just need to finish this one program to search and identify every pedestrian walking by all five of Jason's safehouses, get it up and running, and check it for bugs. Then I can go to sleep."

Marinette groaned. "Nine hours, that's all I'm asking."

"You know how much can be done in nine hours? In nine hours Damian will have checked half of The Bowery, Cass and Steph will have combed through all of Crime Alley, and Dick and Babs will have hacked their way into every street-facing camera in Gotham."

"First of all, you're not going to find Jason if you're too tired to think straight. Second, finding Jason first means nothing if you're too tired to catch him." Marinette rolled her eyes. "Third, I think this whole contest is ridiculous. I swear, you Bats play the weirdest games."

"It isn't weird. It's good practice for our tracking abilities," protested Tim.

"It's extreme hide-and-seek tag, that's what it is. Now get to bed. If you get nine hours of sleep tonight, I'll help you catch Jason tomorrow morning."

"Fine." Tim cast one last longing look at the computer before Marinette pulled him out of the Batcave.

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The light of morning woke Tim up, reminding him that he had been too tired the night before to set an alarm. "What time is it?"

"It's nine in the morning. You were right that Cass and Steph searched through Crime Alley. They checked all three of Jason's safehouses but found nothing. Damian got sidetracked by an armed robbery while searching through The Bowery and was barely able to check a few blocks. Dick and Babs got access to the traffic camera and the video of two different security companies, but they weren't able to get any of your facial recognition programs to run on any of the feeds."

"Wait, what?" asked Tim, still not fully awake.

"I was serious about helping you. I don't do anything halfway," said Marinette.

Tim sat up, "That's great! Our odds of winning triple when we team up. What were you saying about Babs and Dick?"

"They can't get your facial recognition program to run."

"That's because I tweaked some of the code right at the end to require a confirmation from my laptop. That way if any of my codes fall into the wrong hands, I'll know." Tim grabbed his laptop off of his desk and opened it. A pop-up appeared in the corner of the screen.

[user: Babs requests access for FACIAL RECOGNITION]

There were three options underneath: YES, NO, and IMITATION RUN. Tim clicked the third.

"What does imitation run do?" asked Marinette.

"It will go through to all of the video feeds, but it won't actually flag anything. It will just run passively. Dick and Babs, however, won't know that."

"Clever. That should set Dick and Babs back. Now how are we going to find Jason?"

"Jason knows that we have programs to monitor anywhere where there are security cameras. That means he'll be staying away from traffic cameras. He's lying low - probably in a safehouse."

"Cass and Steph checked all three of the safehouses in Crime Alley," objected Marinette.

Tim shook his head. "Jason has more than three safehouses in Crime Alley. Those three are just the ones we know about."

"How are we going to find these safehouses?" asked Marinette. "If there's one thing Jason's good at, it's disappearing."

"That's the problem. Jason only has to last three more days before he wins. It's entirely possible for him to just hole up in his safehouse and never leave."

"On the other hand, that means that we've got him cornered once we figure out the location of his safehouse."

Tim nodded. "Let's get searching."

The problem with finding a safehouse is that there isn't much to do once a person is successfully hidden inside. It's impossible to search every single building in all of Crime Alley (though Steph and Cass together were giving a remarkably good effort of scouring for signs of Jason), so Tim and Marinette took a different approach.

"I designed the burner phones that all of the Bats use in our safehouses, which is how I know for certain that there are no trackers in them. However, if I send out a system update, they all update automatically. When the update is installed, it will send back a confirmation to the main servers. I can trace that message back to figure out the location of all of the burner phones."

"How long will that take?"

"Half an hour to get everything ready to send out a system update. Fifteen minutes after that before all the phones are updated and send their confirmation messages. From there we can start checking safehouses."

Marinette grinned. "See, I told you that you would think better with a full night of sleep."

"You were right," Tim admitted.

"You start the system update, I'm going to make breakfast."

Marinette left the bedroom and Tim wondered how he got so lucky as to have her with him.

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After collecting the locations of all the safehouse burner phones and cross-checking the results with the list of known safehouses, there were five unconfirmed safehouses left.

"Two in Crime Alley, two in The Bowery, and one in East End," reported Tim.

"Let's hit East End first, then move onto The Bowery, and end in Crime Alley," Marinette formulated the plan over a plate of pancakes. "What are the official rules to this game, anyway?"

"Jason got twelve hours to hide. Then we get five days to track him down and tag him. The winner gets to drive the Batmobile anytime Bruce isn't in town for the next six months."

Marinette playfully rolled her eyes. "Of course the prize is driving the Batmobile." Getting up from her finished breakfast, Marinette started putting on her coat and shoes. "Come on, Tim, let's go win you Batmobile privileges."

The apartment in East End was empty, save a few rats that scurried across the hallway of the apartment. Marinette wrinkled her nose and she peered out the grimy window. "Who's safehouse do you think this was?"

Tim fished a half-empty carton of cigarettes out of a drawer in the kitchen. "Jason's, probably, but given the amount of dust in here, I don't think he's been here for a while."

The brick house in The Bowery was a little cleaner but still abandoned. The little front yard was half dirt and half weeds. Pinned up on a bulletin board in the front hallway was an empty postcard decorated with the logo for Haly's Circus. Tim concluded that it was Dick's safehouse and they moved onto the next safehouse. It was in an apartment complex in Crown Point, the seediest district of The Bowery. It was stocked with knives, guns, and a box of neatly labeled poisons.

"Damian's safehouse?" guessed Marinette. "He's the only one I could see having poison kept on hand."

Tim nodded, "Probably."

The second-to-last safehouse was on the border between The Bowery and Crime Alley. It was small and run-down, but it seemed that at one point it had been well-maintained. The mailbox was hand-painted yellow, with blue letters reading: The Brown's.

"Stephanie's old house," said Tim, realization.

"Sentimental choice for a safehouse," noted Marinette.

It felt wrong to enter the house that Steph grew up in, so they moved on from it. There was no way Jason was inside, not when Steph and Babs had already search the known safehouses in Crime Alley.

Tim sighed as they drove to the last location. "We've only got one safehouse left to check. I'm not sure what we'll do if Jason isn't in it." Tim had forgotten to consider that Jason might have gotten a burner phone from somewhere else, other than the supply cupboard in the Batcave.

"If he isn't there then we'll go back to the drawing board, I suppose. But don't lose hope yet. I have a good feeling about this one," Marinette reasoned.

The final safe house was a nondescript apartment building: brown brick exterior, cigarette butts on the sidewalk, and grimy windows.

"Do you think this is it?" asked Marinette.

Tim shrugged. "We'll just have to find out."

There were eight apartments in the building, four on the first floor and four on the second. Tim and Marinette quickly swept the first floor, but none of the apartments were Jason's. They then moved to the second floor. Tim quickly picked up on a dusty footprint on the carpet. He recognized the tread-marks from the bottoms of Jason's shoes. "Second door on the left," whispered Tim. "You head outside and make sure he doesn't escape through the windows."

"I'll let you tag him," Marinette whispered in response, slipping down the stairs.

Tim waited a full minute for Marinette to get into position, then crept up to the door. Taking a deep breath, Tim waited for the moment to feel right. Then another breath. Bang!

Tim broke through the door, revealing Jason sitting on the bed, scrolling on his phone.

Jason swore and reached for the gun on the bedside table, but he didn't get a chance to fully react before Tim tagged him out.

"Goddammit!" Jason threw the gun on the bed in frustration. "How did you find me?"

"Burner phone," chimed in Marinette as she popped through the window.

"You said they didn't contain trackers," Jason accused.

"They don't. But when I issued a system update, they all sent a confirmation which I was able to track," Tim said smugly, trying not to gloat too hard.

Jason whipped open a drawer in the cramped kitchen and pulled out the burner phone, tossing it to Tim. "Next time, I'm picking out my own burner phone."

"If it wasn't the phone, we'd have found something else. Admit it, we were good," said Marinette.

Jason rolled his eyes. "Good job, Replacement. You too, Pixie Pop."

"See you at home," Marinette chirped. "Now that this silly contest is over, I have Tim to myself for the next two days. No more sharing his with his computer."

Tim smiled at the thought of finally spending time with Marinette. "Let's go."

"I thought you'd never ask."

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killing me softly with his song | (Childe / Reader) [chpt.1]

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Pairing: Childe / Reader

Tags: #fem!reader, #from childhood friends to lovers, #reader is a fatui agent, #slow burn, #unresolved sexual tension, #mature language, #forbidden love

Words: 2k

Summary: "Lybuov zla, polyubish i kozla," sighs your sister as she wipes off the table, but that makes you feel even more miserable. Falling for a goat might save you from an actual heartbreak by Tartaglia's hands.

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Loosely connected chapters about you and Childe finding happiness. Maybe.

Notes: Part 2

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childe? what a problematic asshole i hate him i- *trips* *thousands of pictures of childe spill from pockets* fuck those aren’t mine i swear i’m just holding them for a friend i- *slips on a pile of pictures* fu ck no they’re not mine i hate him i just- *more pictures fall out as i fall to my knees, desperately trying to pick them up* hang on a sec jUst LISTEN

Chapter 1

     A cold gust of icy wind drives you deeper into the sheets and you swear by the name of Her Majesty Herself once you get up and find Alexei, you’ll smother him with a towel for leaving a window open in the middle of the night.

    Somewhere outside, a rooster crows. Fine, not dead of the night then, but no one cares for technicalities like these when sleep is involved. Especially after a night like this one, when Alexei fucked you into oblivion and back, you need every minute of shuteye you can get before another day of exhausting missions in the Chechnaya Taiga of Snezhnaya claims your last strand of sanity.

    It’s peaceful mornings like these that make it all worthwhile though—the quiet during the early golden hour when people slowly wake up to a brand-new day and get ready to do their chores, their factory work. The sheer number of possibilities stretching out before their hands, and hope rekindled every morning despite the harsh cold waiting at their doorsteps. You love how everything stands still, how even the uncaring universe seems to grant people a sliver of peace, allows them to be soft and vulnerable. To be kind to themselves by indulging in a freshly brewed cup of coffee or tea. Nothing can spoil this for you, nothing and no one—

    An awkward cough sounds from the door. You close your eyes, willing him to disappear by simply ignoring him, but his eyes burn into the back of your head like two smouldering coals and eventually, you turn around to see Alexei standing in the door frame, shifting from left to right. “There’s someone out there who wants to talk to you,” he says.

    Turning around, you try to disappear into your pillow. “Whoever it is, I’m sure they can wait until it isn’t such a damn unholy time.”

    Alexei clears his throat. “It’s uhm … it’s someone from the Fatui.”

    Your eyes snap open. Suddenly the warm, cosy blankets feel like a snake’s tight hold around your body, and you struggle out of its grip, grabbing for the dressing gown you carelessly threw around the back of your chair last night.

    The sun hangs low in the east, painting the city of Kerch that stretches outside of your window a sheen of dusky gold. When the red-brown bricks of the dacha cottages come into view, you think of the gingerbread houses you used to make as a child every year in celebration of Her Majesty the Tsaritsa of the Zapolyarny Palace.

    Cold already seeps into your bones even though the robe is tight around your body. You hiss when your bare feet hit the icy floor but can’t find your slippers. Time to die like a woman.

    You brush past Alexei, who’s scratching his head, still just in his underwear and you think him crazy for walking around half-naked like that even though it’s minus 58F outside and the heating systems inside your barracks only start to work once outside temperatures drop to minus 75F.

    Maybe what they say is true. People from around Noyabrsk in the north of Snezhnaya regularly dip into frosty rivers and you do remember him mentioning ice swimming is his hobby. It was one of the few things you thought attractive about him. Actually, it was the only thing you thought attractive about him.

    Light streams into the floor from the kitchen, flickering once, twice in dangerous foreboding. It’s time to switch the lightbulb. Tomorrow. Tomorrow for sure, because that isn’t important right now. What’s important is Tartaglia sitting at your table, leaning back in a chair, both feet crossed on top of the table, and eating your leftover mayonnaise sandwich you saved up for breakfast.

    His eyes slide lazily toward you, taking in your form—barefoot, shivering even though the fur from your bathrobe is of the finest white wolf fur obtainable on the market.

    Tartaglia finishes your sandwich, smacks his lips and licks mayo off his fingers. He doesn’t even like it, and you know from time to time he can’t handle dairy all that well. He just eats it because he knows how it infuriates you.

    “Alexei, huh,” he says in lieu of hello. “Didn’t know you’re into himbos.”

    Behind you, Alexei makes a sound like a kicked puppy. You glare at him over your shoulder, then jut your chin towards the front door. “Out. Now.”

    He doesn’t wait for you to repeat yourself. Surprisingly fast for a guy this big, he bolts into your room, gets dressed in record speed and leaves your little one-bedroom apartment without so much as a Goodbye or “We’ll hear from each other,” and you prefer it that way. It saves stuff from getting messy.

    Speaking of messy, you really wish Tartaglia would have sent you a note before coming. The smell of icy wind and snowy forests clings to his clothes. He must have come straight from a mission, not unusual in the slightest, yet in most cases he sends a message your way just to make sure he doesn’t run into one of your one-night stands and it doesn’t get ugly.

    Like right now.

    “I thought you had a little more class than that,” he says nonchalantly. His feet keep wobbling from left to right until you make your way over and push them off your table. Not that you actually sit there to take your meals, no. But this is your home, you have to assert dominance.

    “Well, I’m not picky,” you say, taking the empty chair opposite from him. “The nights of Fyrva’snezh are really fucking cold.”

    “I’m sure Fire-Water will do the same trick.” He’s sulking, yet he has no right to it and knowing Tartaglia, that’s why he sulks even more.

    Your relationship can be summarised with one word: complicated. Which is funny, because besides martial arts classes (taught by a teacher that is a real ball of sunshine who could easily snap your spine like a twig) and infiltration tactics courses (led by a grumpy teacher who once woke you all up in the middle of the night to do a spontaneous quiz about infiltration steps and everyone who failed or fell asleep had to run a marathon through the forest in their underwear) you had to take at the Fatui military school of Zapolyarny, they also teach mathematics and molecular physics, and that shit was complicated.

    Growing up in a small seaside village—bless little Morepesok; how much you miss babushka Katya’s refreshing botvinia soup—with only a handful kids your age, gravitating towards Tartaglia was the natural development. He loves ice-fishing, you love eating fish. You gag just smelling solyanka, he wolfs it down like it might be his last meal on earth. Opposites attract each other, as they say, and how true it is for you two—you, the morning person and he, the night owl; his will of iron and your nerves of steel. Your bow, his sword, even though Tartaglia is a masochist who likes to make it hard for himself by trying to switch weapons solely because you’re better at it than him and he is a sore loser.

    His worship of Her Majesty the Tsaritsa, your fear of Her Majesty the Tsaritsa.

    “I don’t think you came all the way here just to call me a slut,” you say. He is in no position to do so anyway, because Camilla from the ptychy’moloko shop down the road that leads to the Sarov church didn’t shut up about blowing him for weeks until you sent her a liver of a pig and claimed that was the leftovers from the last girl that thought she could put a leash on the Eleventh of the Eleven Fatui Harbingers. Camilla quickly moved on to an inconspicuous merchant who sells matryoshka dolls for a living and all is well that ends well.

    “What do you want?”

    Tartaglia starts tapping a gloved finger against the wooden table, a nervous tick you don’t know he’s aware of.

    “I’m leaving for Liyue first thing tomorrow.” His tone is low when he speaks, his earlier nonchalance replaced by a sense of urgency.

    “Okay.” It isn’t the first time he’s leaving Snezhnaya by order of the Tsaritsa, but every time he does, something inside you leaves with him. “So, you want me to keep an eye out for Teucer and the others?”

    “He’s really unhappy I’m leaving again already.” Tartaglia doesn’t mention the reason he was sent away just a couple of months ago to Inazuma was because he accidentally blew up an artillery factory belonging to a nobleman that secretly shipped orders to Fontain. The fallout from that was easier to handle with him not being anywhere nearby. Tartaglia is like a pair of hot tongues; no one is sure where to put him or how soon he would cool off, but if they just drop him, he might light the world on fire. Kid gloves are put on and a careful perimeter marked out.

    “And what excuse did you make up this time?” You knock your foot into his leg, lingering on his calf just a second too long before withdrawing again. “Another business trip to promote your toys? You can’t hold up this charade forever, you know.”

    “Why, your eyes feast on Snezhnaya’s greatest expatriate toy seller, now extending to the Liyue Branch of our Institute for Toy Research.” Tartaglia’s eyes have taken on a playful glint, and he leans forward as he speaks. “You wouldn’t be so cold to break a little boy’s heart. That’s not you.”

    You want to remind him that you have no problem to put an arrow between a man’s eyes, or rip out his fingernails, one by one, to get the information that you want.

    “You owe me, toy man.”

    “Put it on my tab.”

    Tartaglia looks like there’s something else he wants to say, but as always, he decides to swallow those words even though they must hurt like swallowing needles. You know that feeling, and so you help him sort out his tightly entangled yarn of emotions by figuratively pushing him off the cliff.

    “Don’t forget to bring condoms. I hear the women of Liyue are beautiful.”

    Tartaglia goes a sickly grey colour, like the ashes of a dead fire, but he’s been the leading role of this play too long to fall out of character now. He gets up and stretches like a cat getting comfortable in a spot of sunlight. His jacket rides up, showing a stripe of skin, and you quickly turn your head away before giving into leaning over the table and mark him with your teeth.

    Patting his left pants’ pocket, Tartaglia says, “I’m always prepared.” He carries a grin that is dry, humourless, and for a brief moment, you two lock eyes, trading a look that feels like a dare. You allow yourselves to imagine how he picks you up and carries you to your bed where you two would proceed to fuck without abandon through the whole day and the following night, leaving the bed only to get food until Tartaglia leaves for Liyue and you’d send each other love letters until his return. What an idea. What an utterly stupid, naive, wonderful idea.

    “Well, lucky ladies,” you say, not bothering to hide the jealousy in your voice because jealousy is easier to handle than regret.

    “Lucky indeed,” he agrees and dons his easy-going smile, one that he’s perfected after hours upon hours in front of the mirror until it accomplished what he wanted: to mock people, infuriate them.

    On his way out, he stops to ruffle your hair in an affectionate way, one typical for childhood friends, but the distance between you is like the ocean separating Snezhnaya from Liyue.

    It was on the very first day of your conscription into the military organisation, Number Six of the Ten Laws that the Fatui abide by: Any physical or romantic relationship between Fatui agents is prohibited. As thou would not exchange flesh with thy brother or sister, so thou shalt not with your comrade, for he or she is thy brother or sister in arms.

    And everyone knows Her Majesty the Tsaritsa’s word is law, and though the law is hard, it is the law.

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[inkyzinky]

enough

Pairing: Whiskey x GN!Reader

Summary: Jack says his late-wife’s name in bed, it’s not the first time. He doesn’t notice, and that’s not new either. 

Notes: cursing; set vaguely pre-movie; mentions of Jack’s deceased wife; breakups & makeups

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Laying there, sweaty and aching in the most satisfying ways, you let out a small laugh. It should have been satisfying. But as you sat up, the ache of your muscles and between your legs only brought bitterness to your hoarse throat.

The afternoon sun was getting low, light peaking through the clouds and in through the windows. Even from the bed you could see boxes of stuff piled around the room and in the next, some sealed and labeled, others only half packed. There was a move on the horizon, with the reshuffling of Statesman agents on the East coast, there were gaps to be filled in New York.

Jack was asleep, and would stay that way for another hour or so. Neither of you were getting any younger, and with jobs with such a high stress factor, post-sex naps were sometimes even more satisfying than the sex itself. Glancing at him, splayed out and disheveled in that particular way of his, the corner of your mouth tugged up just the slightest. Another day, you might have been tempted to join Jack in dreamland, but neither of you were getting any younger, and you knew you were too old and too tired to be playing these games any longer. Playing at love and domesticity when it was all such a joke.

With a sigh, you got up and went to shower in the guest bathroom, in hopes of letting Jack sleep as long as he could. Let him have peace a while longer. In the meantime, you had some work to do, arrangements to make.

When he woke, Jack wandered into the kitchen wearing jeans and a plain t-shirt. He was beautiful, barefooted and confused as he joined you at the dining table. You pushed over a cup of coffee.

“Was I snoring that bad, sweetheart?” he joked, but it was half-hearted– he must have seen the seriousness in your face. It wasn’t strange for you not to join him in a post-coital nap, but he knew how exhausted work had gotten you the past week and likely assumed you’d knock out even harder than him.

“Your snoring could put a lawnmower to shame.” Teasing in return felt nice, until you thought about how this may be the last time you’d ever do so. Jack’s brow furrowed to match your frown.

“What is it? Something’s wrong.”

“Yeah, you could say that.” You sighed, dread settling heavily in your stomach. “We should stop seeing each other.”

Immediately you cringed. Jack looked like he’d just been slapped.

stop seeing each other, as if the two of you had just gone on a few dates and it wasn’t working. As if this wasn’t years of a relationship coming to an end.

“I don’t– You want to break up.” Not a question, but you nod anyway. His hand rubbed harshly down his face. “I can’t say I agree with what’s happening. Or understand why.”

“What we’ve had has been amazing, but I have too much self-worth to be anyone’s second choice. Even if it’s yours.”

“You’re not!” he insisted, leaning forward and taking your hands. “You’re not second-place anything. I love you so much, darling.”

“I know you do, Jack.” You blinked, trying to keep your tears inside for the moment. “But you love someone else more.”

You looked down at his hands, held gently in your own. Jack’s eyes never left your face until your thumb started stroking over his ring.

He blinked, as if surprised by the sight. “Sweetheart, I…” He cleared his throat, overcome by the pieces he was putting together. “I can take the ring off, it’s just a habit at this point. It doesn’t mean I love you any less.”

And wasn’t that just the thing, the way he could get so used to the constancy of something he stopped noticing it. Didn’t notice other things that went along with it.

“You’ve been wearing this so long you don’t even see it anymore. But I do. I see it when we’re cooking, when we’re walking through the park, when we’re filling out paperwork for the office. When we’re watching TV, when we’re in our bed.” You take a fortifying breath. “I see her.”

Jack looked ready to interrupt but you didn’t let him, didn’t let yourself lose momentum. “Jack, you still love your wife. And that’s alright, it’s so sweet and I don’t ever want you to forget her or your baby. But you’re also still in love with her, and that isn’t something I’m alright with. In your heart you’re still married to her. I won’t share you with a woman long gone, not like this.”

“What the hell do you mean I’m still married to her in my heart?” he said, something new in his tone. Indignation, but behind that, anger. “Have we not built something special together? Have I not proved that I’ve moved on with everything we’ve been through?”

“Jack,” you said, soft and sad, “you still say her name when we make love.”

He didn’t say anything, his eyes wide, mouth hanging open. Eventually, he found his words. “I think I would know if I did something like that. And I distinctly recall screaming your name on multiple occasions– countless occasions.”

That was true, and any time you managed that it made you feel so good, loved and powerful and cherished (a small part also felt triumphant, and with that also came guilt).

“You don’t say it every time. But it’s been…enough.” Each one had been a knife in your heart.

“Why not tell me sooner?”

“When we first started this, dating, I was afraid to bring it up. I thought it would stop as our relationship grew. The first time it happened, we’d just finished that mission in Alabama, the one that really went to shit. I’d almost died and you got thrown off a cliff. I figured it was just a fluke, that stress and the adrenaline just scrambled some things.”

“Sweetheart,” he pleaded, “I swear I wasn’t thinking about her that night. All I could think about was how relieved I was that you were alive. I don’t think about her when I’m with you.”

“But it kept happening,” you carry on. “And I did a cowardly thing, Jack. I told myself that everything else about us was great, and I shouldn’t be ready to ruin something as good as this. So I didn’t say anything, even when I should have. But you did it again, just this afternoon, and I can’t do this anymore. I’m too old to play a game competing against a ghost.”

“I’m so sorry I did that, but you should have told me–” and the inflection of his voice, the offense he felt he had right to...it sparked something in you and you dropped his hands.

“I know I should have,” you interrupted angrily. “But this shouldn’t even be a problem in the first place. I shouldn’t have to ask you not to say your dead wife’s name when we fuck so excuse me for thinking that maybe if I could get you to love me enough this wouldn’t even be a problem!”

Breaths coming a little short, you could feel the wall keeping your impending breakdown in check crumbling away, and willed it to hold just a little longer.

“I didn’t want to have to ask you to let go of your wife, or to stop saying her name in our bed, or to take off your ring. I thought you’d do it when you were ready. I wanted you to do those things on your own. To choose me on your own.”

His hand came to cradle your cheek and you realized you’d started crying.

“I do choose you. I want you more than anything.”

Even leaning into his hand, you shook your head.

“We’re done, Jack.”

Quickly, you stood up and left, barely making it to your car before you let everything out, sobbing against the wheel and wishing things were different.

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[imagine-that]

Hiccup! Hiccup!

Warnings: lots and LOTS of fluff. Like, your teeth with probably be rotten by the end.

Pairing: Nathaniel (Nate) Archibald x reader

AN: this is just something I came up with earlier today and finished pretty quickly, I’m actually super happy with how it turned out? That’s a surprise to me lol. Hope you guys like it as much as I (think) I do 🤗.

You swiftly move around the crowd of Manhattans elite who are in the middle of some sort of gossip and walk to the table holding refreshments.

With a small sigh of stress, you grab a glass of water, chugging it back until the glass is empty.

Nate Archibald was smitten with you. Absolutely positively smitten. The two of you had been on a few dates after school hours and on weekends and holidays and suddenly you were absolutely inseparable. But this party was the first time you were meeting any of his friends from the Upper East Side other than Serena, who was always incredibly kind to you.

When Nate invited you to join him, you’d been absolutely ecstatic at first. But when you’d met all of his friends, the most they did was look you over up and down and had their noses turned up in disgust as they surveyed your outfit.

The girls had whispered, boys had snickered and the adults were all far too busy with their own problems to notice or care how their children were acting.

Even Nates own mother had absolutely no interest in meeting you, the person her son was clearly falling quickly in love with, after hearing all everyone seemed to have to say about you or where you’d come from.

It all felt like way too much at once for your laidback taste.

Once you’d excused yourself, you’d overheard Nate scolding them in a hiss, clearly angry with how they chose to treat his date.

You felt honoured but also like a burden, like he felt he was obligated to protect you and your feelings instead of actually wanting to.

You’d hidden outside for a while but then people decided it was a perfect time for a smoke break and the air began to reek of cigarettes and god knows what else so you slipped inside just before you let out a cough at the stench.

Watching the group nervously, you guzzle down another glass of water.

“Hey! I was just looking for you.” Nate says as he joins you at the table with one of his huge grins.

You smile back, ignoring the feeling of discomfort at where you were.

“Well here I am! You found -hiccup- me.” You say, promptly interrupted by a loud and embarrassing hiccup. You feel your cheeks warm in embarrassment, smiling apologetically.

A series of more hiccups escape your lips over the next few minutes, making you quickly smack a hand over your mouth.

“I’m so sorry Nate.” You mutter between jolts, tears not only from embarrassment but also from your eyes watering everytime your body makes a sudden movement with your hiccups.

“Hey, hey look at me.” He instructs, moving in front of you so he’s directly in your line of vision.

You reluctantly do as he says, meeting his eyes with your own.

“I’m -hiccup- ruining your fun.” You sigh, frowning down at your shoes in shame.

“No you aren’t. These parties are always a bore anyways. You’re what’s making it fun y/n.” He tells you, holding your hands in his own to try and keep them steady.

“Are you -hiccup- are you sure?” You ask, searching his face for any tell of a lie or fib. He nods his head, not breaking eye contact with you.

You could feel the judgmental eyes of all the teen heiresses surrounding you narrowed on the two of you, their noses crinkling even more in disgust at every hiccup.

“It’s not gonna -hiccup- it won’t embarrass -hiccup- you?” You ask, looking at him sceptically.

“I promise it won’t.” He says with a small chuckle when you smile up at him only to be stopped by yet another hiccup.

“It’s not -hiccup- funny!” You groan, leaning into him a little.

“No no! It’s uh... it’s not-“ He says unconvincingly, notably trying hard not to crack up. “It’s adorable.” He adds, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“It’s -hiccup- annoying.” You pout, crossing your arms over your chest with a hiccup covered sigh.

“Awwww.” He teases, smiling at you.

His facial expression changes suddenly, a sign that an idea is forming.

“I’ll be right back.” He promises, walking off without another word.

Before you have the chance to follow, Serena comes walking up to you with a friendly smile, tugging a brunette along with her by the arm.

“Hey!” She squeals, pulling you in for a hug of her own. You giggle between hiccups, smiling back as best you can.

“Blair, this is y/n. She’s/he’s/they’re here with Nate. You knew that right?” She asks, looking to the girl next to her for answers.

“Yeah. Hi.” The girl mutters, reluctantly offering you a hand to shake. You take it, shaking it out of curtesy but feeling overly intimidated the entire time.

“Nice to -hiccup- meet you.” You murmur, cursing the sounds escaping your lips for the embarrassment.

She gives you one last one over, nose high in the air before walking off to join yet another group.

“I’m sorry y/n. They’re all kind of... judgmental sometimes. But you’ll fit right in! At least when those hiccups go away.” Serena sighs, giggling a little as you nod with another hiccup.

She gives you a squeeze on the shoulder in sympathy and wanders off to join the group of private school girls chattering away, leaving you to your own devices.

“I’m back.” A voice says behind you as an arm wraps around your waist.

“ -hiccup- hi.” You breath, your ribs starting to ache from the amount of bouncing around your body was doing due to the hiccups.

“Here. Swallow this.” Nate says as he moves in front of you.

He holds out a literal silver teaspoon filled with sugar.

“Nate-“ You start but are quickly interrupted by yet another one.

“You know what, gimme -hiccup- it.” You grumble, grabbing the spoon and shoving it in your mouth.

You wait a moment and just as you think it actually worked, another one bursts through your mouth.

“Damnit.” You curse under your breath.

Nate sighs, looking at you with his brows furrowed in concentration.

“Oh! Try swallowing three times fast.” He offers.

You do just that, waiting yet again and groan in annoyance as it happens again.

The course of the night is spent with Nate trying, with no success, to get rid of your hiccups. You groan and moan whenever you find out they aren’t gone, almost whining like a child by the time the party is winding down. Since it’s at his friend Blair’s penthouse, the two of you are able to stay a little longer.

“It’s no use, they’re never -hiccup- going away.” You sulk, looking up to him with shining puppy dog eyes.

“Wait. I have one more idea.” He says with a small smile grazing his lips.

Suddenly he drops the crystal glass of water in his hand, letting it shatter on the floor.

“What are you-“ You start to hiss but you’re interrupted, this time not by your hiccups.

“Was that one of my mothers crystal glasses?! Those are very expensive and vintage!” A shrill voice shrieks, moving closer to where the two of you are.

“Y/n did it!” Nate calls out. You look at him in shock, eyes wide in fear and confusion.

As the angry girl storms closer and closer towards the kitchen, Nate grabs your hand in his again, pulling you out another door you’d hardly noticed until then and towards the elevator.

“Bye Dorota.” Nate whispers to the kind but now very confused maid as you move quickly.

“But- but Mr Nate!” She calls after him, but the two of you are already in the elevator and on your way down.

“Don’t take offense to this, but your friends are terrifying.” You breath, looking at him with a small grin.

He chuckles nodding in agreement.

“What was that for though Archibald? I thought you liked me living?” You ask, raising an annoyed eyebrow at him.

“I absolutely do. But I also like you happy and hiccupless so.” He says with an innocent shrug.

“You- you were about to get me killed just to get rid of my hiccups?” You cry, blinking at him.

“Well when you put it like that...” He says with another chuckle.

You roll your eyes, grabbing him by the shoulders and kissing him hard on the lips.

“You’re an idiot. But I love you.” You say with a bit of a laugh.

“I love -hiccup- you too.” He says, laughing as the sudden jolt becomes his.

You giggle a little behind your hand, still smiling over at him as you hear the higher pitched noise come from his mouth yet again. “Oops. I forgot- hiccups are sometimes contagious.” You tease, still giggling as he goes into a hiccup fit.

“Yeah, you seem to have forgotten that.” He scoffs with a grin, letting you know he isn’t actually upset.

“Don’t worry, you’re still absolute perfection to me. Even with the weird hiccups.” You grin as he tries to scoff again, unable to due to the hiccuping.

“Gee thanks, that means so -hiccup- much.” He says sarcastically, shaking his head at your giggle fit. “They really -hiccup- are -hiccup- annoying though.” He whines, pouting dramatically at you.

“Well, that just means it’s my turn to help cure you.” You promise nonchalantly with a shrug, smiling when you see his own teeth gleaming.

“I think I can probably -hiccup- live with that.” He laughs, pulling you into his side and hugging you tightly, making you giggle and squirm everytime his body moves with another hiccup.

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[kaitwrites]

Valentine’s Day

Helloooo! Happy Valentine’s Day everyone! I wrote this as a part of Spud Corner’s Valentines Collab, hosted by sweet bby @wootato. Big thanks as always to my amazing, talented, show-stopping wife @garbagepale-kid for proof reading and editing you’re the best love you forever bby give kitch.

Word Count: 5155

Katsuki Bakugo x Fem Reader

Rating: Chocolate (Fluff, SFW)

Warnings: Language, this is Bakugo we’re talking about here 

“Oi, I said 7 O’clock! Why aren’t you ready yet?” Your boyfriend’s deep voice boomed from the front of your apartment, followed by the sound of your front door closing.

Panicking, your eyes darted to the digital clock beside your bed, afraid you had miscalculated the time, only for it to read 6:45. “Suki, you’re fifteen minutes early!” You called from the doorway of your room, “I’ll be ready in five, just stay out there!” 

Six months ago, you had reluctantly agreed to go on a blind date at the urging of your childhood friend Mina, and it hadn’t been great. The guy had been cold and standoffish, clearly wanting to be anywhere else, and he’d even ended up taking you home early. You weren’t entirely sure why he’d chosen to invite you out again, just like you weren’t sure why you’d accepted, but looking back at it now? It was easily the best decision you’d ever made. 

You smiled as you put on the earrings Katsuki had gotten you for Christmas and spritzed a bit of his favorite perfume before looking at yourself in the mirror one last time. After smoothing the wrinkles in your skirt, you grabbed the jacket you had set out and walked from your bedroom to the front of your apartment. 

Katsuki was standing in the doorway of your kitchen, leaning against the counter and flipping through one of your many cookbooks when you rounded the corner. “I could teach you how to cook, you know, you don’t need these shitty things…” He trailed off as he turned around, taking you in. “Wow,” he breathed out, eyes raking up and down your figure to absorb every curve of your body. 

All you could do was stand in the middle of the hall, fidgeting as a blush crept up your neck. He looked as good as always, wearing a charcoal grey long sleeve shirt that fit snugly on his chest, the sleeves hanging more loosely around his arms,  and a pair of dark jeans. His signature smirk never left his lips as he slowly made his way across the room to you, placing his hands on your hips before pulling you close and pressing his lips against yours, making your heart jump out of your chest. 

 He pulled away, looking you up and down. “You ready or what?”  

“Yeah! I’ve just got to put on my shoes.” You pulled out of his arms and made your way to your front door, where you noticed a bouquet of red roses sat on the table near the entryway.

A pair of strong arms wrapped around you as Katsuki bent down to rest his chin on your shoulder. “You weren’t supposed to see them just sitting there, damn it.” He whispered, kissing your cheek.

You turned yourself around, resting your head on his chest as you snuck your arms around his waist

“Happy Valentine’s day, Y/N.” 

“I wasn’t expecting flowers. In fact,” you started, leaning back a little to jab him in the chest with your pointer finger. “you told me not to expect flowers. I didn’t take you for the sappy, romantic type, Suki.” 

“Damn right, I’m not the sappy romantic type” He kissed your forehead before releasing you and gently pushing you away from him. “Get your shoes on, we’re gonna be late.” He grumbled, grabbing the flowers and bringing them into the kitchen to find a vase. 

You slipped on your favorite pair of black strappy heels and smiled as you heard him rummaging through your cabinets, grumbling to himself. The kitchen fell silent as you let out a short laugh. Katsuki liked to pretend he wasn’t a big teddy bear, but after all the long nights and soft words meant only for your ears, you definitely knew better.

The blonde emerged from the kitchen empty-handed, looking you up and down for a second before fixing you with a firm look. “You should grab a heavier jacket.” He said, reaching for the coat closet to the right of the front door. You put a hand on his forearm to stop him, shaking your head.

“I’ll be fine! We won’t be outside for long anyway, right? Where are we going, anyway?” You ask as the cool February air sending chills up your spine as the front door swung open.

Katsuki looked doubtful but sighed, gently pushing you out the door. He then locked it and slipped his keys into his coat pocket before offering you an arm, leading the way down the steps.

You grinned up at him, giving his arm a small squeeze. “Hey, you never said where we’re going?” 

“Nowhere if you don’t shut up.” He bumped your hip with his before reclaiming his arm and wrapping it around your waist as you made your trek through the city. Katsuki’s apartment was just a few blocks from your own, so it was no surprise that he’d walked to your place instead of driving What did surprise you was when the two of you strolled straight past the parking garage of his apartment complex. 

Your steps faltered for a second, and Katsuki looked down at you with a quirked brow. “What?” 

Your head twisted around, eyes zeroing in on the parking garage again. “We aren’t taking the car?” You asked, tilting your head to look up to him. The cold wind had caused his nose and cheeks to turn red, creating a semi-permanent blush on his face, and you couldn’t help but smile at how well it suited him. 

“Restaurant isn’t too far from here. Why? You cold? I told you you should have grabbed a different coat.” He grumbled as he looked down at you and scowled. “What’re you smiling at, dumbass?” 

“You’re pretty cute, Suki.” The small tease had the blush deepening across his cheeks,  and you felt his arm tighten around you as you continued. “And no, I’m not cold. I just figured we were gonna drive.” 

“I’m not cute, damn it. You’re cute.” His eyes turned up to avoid the satisfied smirk that settled on your lips.

You giggled as you made your way through the busy streets with Katsuki steering you away from other pedestrians as much as possible. Though you’d denied being cold, the low temperature and icy breezes were killing you, and you briefly regretted not doing as your boyfriend had suggested and grabbing a better coat. Katsuki ran hot, but not enough to offset the cold of late winter. Katsuki yanked you closer to him as someone came dangerously close to bumping your shoulder, and you let out a small squeak of surprise as you were smushed against his side.

Though he was off duty, he never let his guard down when he was in crowded places, especially when you were around. Katsuki was a pretty private person, so dates were few and far between, so when pictures of the two of you out to lunch surfaced online, he became even more reserved. He said that it was to keep his personal life exactly that, personal, but in reality, he knew his line of work and what villains did to heroes' loved ones. 

Katsuki led you to a tall building, opening the heavy glass doors and ushering you inside. the lobby looked like it could have belonged to an upscale office building, the black matte walls complementing the cool marble floors.  A desk situated at the center of the space was manned by a bored-looking security guard. But in the far corner of the lobby near one of the elevators, however, was a podium manned by a man in a black tuxedo. The host lifted his head as the two of you approached him, Katsuki dragging you behind him as you took in the intricate chandelier hanging from the ceiling. 

“Welcome to The Peak, name on the reservation?” The man asked, and you noticed his eyes widen, smile faltering for a split second when he recognized the pro-hero standing before him.

“Bakugo, indoor seating on the east side of the building,” Katsuki answered from beside you, removing his hand from around your waist.  

The host looked through his tablet, tilting his head as his brow furrowed. He looked to Katsuki once more, then back down. “What was the time on the reservation?” 

“7:45,” You could hear the annoyance in his voice, and you took his hand that had previously been settled on your waist into yours and squeezed, knowing there wasn’t much to do to keep his short temper under wraps but hoped that your hand in his would help keep him grounded. 

“I’m sorry, sir. I don’t see your name on the list. Is it possible you made a reservation at our Tokyo location?” The poor man was terrified, it was obvious he knew who Katsuki was and about his temper. 

Katsuki clicked his tongue and huffed. “No, I didn’t make a reservation for the damn Tokyo location. I triple checked.” He barked, but quickly regained his composure when you elbowed him. “Are you sure? B-A-K-U-G-O. For two.” He asked, more calmly this time around.

The host cleared his throat and looked through the list once more, taking a little longer this time so as to make sure he was correct, not wanting to face the wrath that was Katsuki Bakugo. “No sir, I’m sorry I’m not seeing your name on the list. Did you get the confirmation email?” 

Katsuki rolled his eyes but pulled out his phone, scrolling through his emails until he found what he was looking for. “Here, right there. Reservation for two, special seating request, 7:45 on February fifteen-” He froze. “Fuck me.” He locked his phone and shoved it back into his pocket as if it had burned him, gaze darting to the ceiling. “I made the reservation for the wrong day.” 

“I’m sorry about that, sir. We currently have bar seating available, and if a table happens to open up we can move you.” The host told him, seemingly less nervous now that the intense gaze from the blonde was off of him. “I know chances are low but it’s an option.” 

“It’s supposed to start raining soon, you really think I want my girlfriend getting sick because I can’t get a damn date right?” He turned on his heel and started walking to the entrance. “Whatever, I can cook something ten times better than whatever crap they serve here.” He looked back at you. “You comin’ or what?” 

You nodded and rushed to be back at his side, taking the arm he offered to you. “So… are we going back to your place?” You asked, looking up at him through your eyelashes. 

He sighed and led you down the street back towards his apartment. The streets weren’t as crowded so he didn’t make the move to put his arm around you, but he made sure to keep a watchful eye on anyone passing by whose gaze may have lingered a little too long. “We’ve got to stop and get some things first. What do you want?” 

“Mmm… Oh! How about curry!” You exclaimed, loosening your grip on his arm just a bit as you jumped up and down. He pulled his hand from his pocket and slipped it into yours, staring down once he felt how cold your hand was. 

“Damn it, woman. I told you to grab a heavier coat. Your hand is freezing.” He grumbled, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk, now taking both of your hands into his and bringing them up to his mouth, blowing hot air onto them and rubbing them together within his. “Or at least some gloves.” 

“Oh, stop it, Suki! My hands just feel cold because you’re a human heater, they’re  always cold compared to yours!” You whined, knowing you should have listened to him when he advised you to grab a coat, and really kicking yourself in the ass the longer the two of you stood on the sidewalk. 

He rolled his eyes and dropped one of his hands, pulling you along to the corner store at the end of the street. You followed him around, watching as he picked out the needed ingredients for your dinner. “Stop starin’ at me and go get somethin’ for dessert, eh?” 

“You’re gonna let me pick?” Your eyes widened in shock. He was always the one to choose dessert because he couldn’t handle sweets like you could. You smiled and kissed him on the cheek when he nodded and quickly made your way to the other side of the store. 

Katsuki watched as you bounced away, his cheek tingling where you had kissed him. A soft smile tugged on his lips. He didn’t notice the shopkeeper come up behind him, and he jumped when the old man chuckled. “I remember when my lady and I were your ages. I had that same look in my eye that you have now.” Katsuki looked to the older man, he was staring off in the direction that you had disappeared in. “You make sure you take good care of her, son. Time flies. Before you know it you’ll be my age, running a little corner store with the love of your life.” 

“Yeah yeah, gramps. I hear ya.” He said, feeling his cheeks heat up, embarrassed that he had been caught staring at you by a stranger. He turned his attention back to the area you had gone to as your head popped out from around the corner, a big grin on your face. 

“Strawberry mochi!” You held up the packages as you made your way back to him. He rolled his eyes in feigned annoyance as the old man beside him chuckled again, patting him on the shoulder and making his way back up to the front.

“What?” You tilted your head to the side questioningly as you stopped in front of your boyfriend. “Too sweet? Should I get something else?” 

“Tch, nothin’s too sweet for me.” He grabbed the mochi from you and put it in the basket, before wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you into a soft kiss, catching you off guard. Katsuki wasn’t one to show much PDA, but the store was fairly empty, and for some reason, he was taking the words of that old man to heart. “Come on, let’s get out of here before it starts raining, eh?” 

You nodded and leaned into him as he led you to the front of the store. The old man and Katsuki shared a look before the former turned to you and smiled, handing you a box of chocolates. “Happy Valentine’s, this one’s on the house.” 

Reluctantly, you took the box of chocolates from the older gentleman and smiled, bowing slightly. “Thank you.” You beamed at him once you stood up straight once more, he looked back to Katsuki and winked, not saying a word. 

“Keep the change, Gramps. Tell your old lady I said hey.” Katsuki grabbed the chocolates from your hand and put them in the bag, then took your hand and squeezed as he led you into the cool night air once more. 

The temperature seemed to have dropped drastically in the twenty minutes you had been in the store, and you shivered the moment you stepped outside. Katsuki noticed this and clicked his tongue, setting the bags down and shrugged off his coat, genty shoving it into your arms.

“No, It’s okay Suki. I’ll be fine.” You tried to give him the coat back but he rolled his eyes and refused to take it from you. 

“Keep it. You’re not getting sick because you wouldn’t listen to me.” He picked the bag back up and sighed when he looked at you again. “What?” 

“I won’t get sick, it’s just another ten minute walk to your house. I’ll be fine!” You tried once again to give him his coat back but he just glared down at you, flaring his nostrils. This obviously wasn’t up for discussion. “Fine.” You huffed, wrapping his coat around your shoulders, the scent of caramel and his cologne invading your nostrils. As soon as the coat was over your shoulders you wanted to smile. You were surrounded by Katsuki, and it made you happy. But you were trying to be mad at him for forcing you to take his coat, so you avoided eye contact, knowing if you looked at him you wouldn’t be able to hold back a smile. 

“Are you done now? Can we go?” You didn’t bother to answer, just turned around and started walking in the direction of his apartment. “Oi! Don’t ignore me!” He caught up to you in just a few long strides and grabbed your arm, spinning you around to face him, his signature smirk plastered on his face as soon as he saw the smile that crept onto your lips. “Bet you’re warm now, aren’t you?”  

A strong gust of wind swept through the city blocks, and your hands darted down to your skirt to keep it from blowing up with it. “Suki can we just go? I’ll tell you you were right when we get back to your place. I’m freezing!” You pulled his jacket tighter around you once you were able to let go of your skirt, pouting at him. 

“You don’t have to tell me I’m right. I know I’m right. I’m always right.” Katsuki wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you close, kissing the top of your head before heading in the direction of his apartment. The streets had begun to empty out almost entirely. Those who were still out were either advertising their shops or rushing home, trying to beat the rain. Katsuki let out a sigh and slowed his steps, and you looked up to him, confusion written over your face. “Sorry I fucked up the reservation.” 

“You don’t have to apologize. Mistakes happen, all that matters is that I get to spend the night with you. I don’t care what we do, I just want to be with you.” You reassured him, watching a scowl come across his face. 

“I don’t make mistakes. Especially stupid ones like getting a stupid date wrong.” He grumbled, causing you to giggle. “S’not funny. I wanted tonight to be perfect.” 

“Let me tell you what.” You stopped, standing in front of him. “Katsuki Bakugo.Any night I get to spend with you is perfect. We don’t need a fancy dinner for a perfect night. We could be in our pajamas sitting above the sushi shop watching crappy romance movies and I’d be happy because I’d be with you.” You pressed your pointer finger into his chest and he tried to hide his smile by turning his head. 

“Whatever, dumbass. Let’s get going before you get sick.” He began walking once more, returning his arm to your shoulder. 

The two of you had been taking your time making your way back, and had you known how fast the rain was coming in you wouldn’t have made that decision. Just five minutes from Katsuki’s place the sky opened up. 

“Shit, this way.” He directed you to under the awning of a nearby shop and adjusted his jacket from your shoulders to cover your head. “Think you can run?” 

“Suki, I’m wearing heels.” You pointed to your feet and he sighed. “I can try though.” 

He nodded and offered you his hand. “Ready?” 

Taking his hand in yours, you beamed up and him and nodded, letting him pull you into the rain and guide you to his place. It felt like you were a little kid again, running and playing in the rain with your friends, unable to hear your screams and giggles over the sound of the rain pounding on the pavement. While the jacket was doing an okay job at keeping the rain off the top of your body, it wasn’t so much the same for the lower half. Your skirt was drenched, and it felt like there were puddles in your shoes. 

Each step you took was more difficult than the last, and just a block down from Katsuki’s apartment you felt the heel of your shoe snap, your ankle rolling as the jagged edge hit the ground. You yelped in pain and stopped in your tracks, causing Katsuki to double back and be back at your side in an instant, his hand leaving yours to come to your waist to help steady you. 

“What?” He was on guard in an instant, always assuming the worst. 

“My shoe broke,” you winced as you put pressure on your foot. “And I hurt my ankle.” 

“I can’t bring you anywhere. How do you always manage to hurt yourself?” Katsuki adjusted the bag in his hands and turned his back to you, kneeling down. When you didn’t catch the hint he turned back to you. “Get on my back, dumbass. We’re almost home. I should have just carried you like this in the first place.” 

You were ready to argue, tell him you could make the walk back, but you were cold, it was raining, your ankle hurt, and there was no way you were ready to put up a fight. Climbing onto his back, you wrapped your arms around his neck and took the bag from his hands so he could fold his hands behind himself to support you. 

He made it to the doors of the lobby in a minute flat, gently setting you down so he could get the key card from the pocket of his jacket that was settled on your shoulders once more. Katsuki led the way to the elevator, you hobbling behind him, being careful to not put too much pressure on your hurt ankle. He punched the button for his floor and the two of you were standing there in silence, water dripping onto the floor beneath you as the elevator made its way up the building. 

Walking into Katsuki’s apartment always took your breath away. His place was only a few blocks from yours, but they had two very different views. While his was near the top of one of the tallest buildings in the area, overlooking the busy city, yours was above a Sushi Shop that you had lucked out on because the owners were moving into a bigger place. It was cheap, close to your work, and, sure, it smelled like fish sometimes but it worked. 

Katsuki’s clothes were drenched, his shirt was clinging to his body like a skin-tight suit and you couldn’t help but admire his build. The way his shoulders and arms moved beneath the fabric as he lifted the shirt over his head, and the way his skin glistened beneath the lights of his apartment. He was beautiful. 

“You gonna go get dried off or what?” He looked over his shoulder, smirking when he caught you staring at him. “Go take a shower or something. Food will be done when you get out.” 

Katsuki lived in a two-bedroom apartment. His room was at the end of a long hall, the other room serving as a home office and gym. The walls were decorated with his achievements from the past and two photos. One photo of his parents - Mitsuki told you she had snuck that photo in when they were helping him move, and he either never noticed it, or never bothered to take it down - and one photo of him standing with Deku and All Might at their graduation. 

Attached to his bedroom was a massive bathroom, complete with a huge tub and separate shower, and his and hers sinks that he originally had no use for. Eventually, he’d started letting you keep some of your things on one side of the counter for when you would sleep over. You debated over whether you should take a bath or a shower, knowing the bath would feel amazing and would help soothe your ankle. You ultimately decided on the shower, because even though your ankle hurt, the shower would be faster, and after this evening's events, you wanted nothing more than to cuddle up next to Katsuki and let his warmth embrace you like a blanket. 

After you’d cleaned up and changed, you made your way back to his room, searching for the clothes you left there the last time you stayed the night. Katsuki kept a couple of drawers cleared out for you, but you tried to keep the things you left over to a minimum, not wanting to completely take over his place. The only problem with that is that sometimes you left nothing but shorts, not a single shirt or pair of pants could be found anywhere in his room. 

“Suki?” You called from the doorway of his room. “I can’t find a shirt, and I only have shorts!” 

“So? Just wear something of mine!” His gruff voice boomed through the apartment over the sounds of the kitchen. “You know where my stuff is, just take whatever.” 

Turning to his closet, you set sights on his favorite sweatshirt, which in turn, happened to be your favorite as well. You had only ever worn it once, while he was out of town. He was gone on a mission and asked you to stay at his place to keep an eye on it, and while you didn’t know this, he knew there was no reason for someone to be staying in his place. He lived in one of the most secure buildings in the area, but he didn’t like the thought of you staying at your apartment, with nothing but a deadbolt to keep you safe. You spotted the sweatshirt hanging up neatly with the rest of his jackets and pulled it over your head, the bottom of it reaching your mid-thighs, covering the shorts you were wearing. 

“It smells good in here.” You made your way into the kitchen, snaking your arms around Katsuki as he stood in front of the stove, placing your cheek against his back. He had snuck back to the room at some point, exchanging his wet clothes for a pair of sweats and a black snug-fitting tank top. A yawn escaped you and Katsuki turned around, lifting your chin to give you a soft kiss on the lips. 

“Of course it does, dumbass. I’m cooking.” He looked further down, the look of realization coming over him as he recognized his sweatshirt. He held you out at arms length, eyes trailing up and down your body, not unlike the way he took you in at your apartment earlier. His eyes finally settled on where the sweatshirt ended. 

You tilted your head to the side, eyes wide, trying to read his expression. It was almost like you were thrown back to when you had first started dating, trying to figure out if he was angry or embarrassed or if he liked it. You played with the hem of the sweatshirt and looked down. “I can go change if you want. I know this one’s your favorite but it’s just so warm.” 

Your words snapped him out of whatever trance he was in and he shook his head, a slight frown coming to his lips, offended that you would even consider changing. Katsuki gently pushed you to the other side of the kitchen, lifting you up and setting you on the cool, marbled surface of the counter. “The hell would you think I wanted you to change for, dumbass?” 

“Because I couldn’t tell what you were thinking. I couldn't tell if you were angry or upset, so…” You trailed off, cheeks turning red from embarrassment. You liked to think you knew Katsuki well, but times like this is where he would throw you off, completely unexpecting anything he would say or do. 

“Hell no, in fact, I never want to see a damn shirt of yours in here again. You look good, hell, even better than I do.” His voice fell to a whisper as he lifted your chin again, your eyes staring into his beautiful vermillion, lips just a few centimeters from his. 

Katsuki was so sure you would be able to hear his heart beating out of his chest. Your smile, your laugh, the way you spoke so passionately about your work or listened intently to anything he said about his. His heart rate picked up any time you were near him. At first, he hated it, the tightness in his chest was uncomfortable, and even though it took him a little longer than most to realize, he finally understood what it was. 

He took a shaky breath and tucked a strand of damp hair behind your ear before bringing your lips to his. Your hands bundled into his tank top, pulling him closer while one of his settled behind your head. There was something different about this kiss than any of the previous that had been shared between the two of you. It was soft, yet hungry at the same time, passionate like he would never be able to kiss you again. 

A burning smell came from the stove, and Katsuki quickly pulled away, rushing to remove the pot from the burner, cursing as the contents bubbled and burned to the hot surface. He ran a spoon through the pot and cursed even louder when he realized the food was burnt to the bottom of the pan. 

You couldn’t help but giggle, watching as your boyfriend tossed the pot into the sink. “Suki, I think someone’s trying to tell us we can’t have a good Valentine’s Day.” 

His shoulders relaxed at the sound of your laugh, “to hell with them. I’m going to make this the best damn Valentine’s Day you’ve ever had.” He stood before you again, lifting you to sit on the counter and standing between your legs. 

“It already has been the best Valentine’s Day.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into another kiss.

Katsuki was the first to speak after you broke the kiss, resting his forehead on yours and pulling one of your hands away from his shirt, entwining your fingers with his. “I love you, Y/N.” 

Your free hand moved up to his slightly damp hair, eyes staring up into his once more, a smile tugging at your lips. “I love you too, Katsuki.” This time, you were the one to pull him into a kiss, over the moon that he felt the same. 

The tightness in Katsuki’s chest lifted the moment you spoke those three words to him. All of his worries and fears that you hadn’t felt the same melted away. You meant everything to him, and if he could freeze this moment in time, to hold you the way he was holding you like he is now for the rest of his life, he wouldn’t think twice about it. 

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[mldrgrl]

Broken Things 11/24

by: mldrgrl Rating: varies by chapter, rated R overall See Chapter 1 for summary and notes

Jack Willis is buried in the boneyard outside of town a week to the day after Mulder and Katherine meet.  Mulder attends the burial, but Katherine does not.  Aside from the gravedigger and the undertaker, no one is there to pay their respects.  Mulder is only there to pay the two men for their time.    

Time has an interesting way of moving.  When Mulder met Katherine, those first few days felt like the longest of his life.  And now weeks slip by and it feels like he needs to slow things down.  He remembers telling her his priority and focus is on the ranch, nothing more, yet now that she’s here, the ranch feels secondary to him in a time where he can’t afford to be distracted.

It’s coming up on October before he knows it and he’s got to get the horses ready to ride out to Fort Worth for the postal service.  If the team he’s built up is satisfactory, there’s more work to be had and a government contract just may be forthcoming.  If that’s not enough to occupy his time, with the new land he has thanks to his wife, he hopes to start in on the expansion before winter sets in.

Katherine fits in so well it’s like he can’t remember a time when she wasn’t there.  He notices that she seems to fill a role with each of the ranch hands.  For Trevor, it’s like the mother he never had.  She darns his socks and patches the holes in his pants and reminds him to wash up for supper.  He ‘yes, ma’am’s’ her more in a day than he’s ever ‘yes, sir’d’ Mulder in five months.

Jesse and Jimmy are often good-naturedly teasing Katherine like a little sister.  They challenge her into imaginary competitions like they bet she can’t drive the carriage in a circle around the barn or they bet she can’t make as good of an apple pie as Melvin or they bet she can’t catch all the suckling pigs in under a minute.  For her part, she seems to enjoy proving them wrong.

Melvin treats Katherine almost reverently, like a father would a daughter.  He speaks of her with pride when he tells Mulder of how she handles the carriage or how she’s put logical sense into the kitchen and the cellar shelves or how she read some beautiful verses from the bible to him.  He notices that Katherine also worries over him like a devoted child as well, telling him to rest more, to sit down, not to overtax himself.

It’s been harder for Mulder to pinpoint the relationship Richard has with Katherine.  Richard keeps to himself most of the time, but he has had the occasion to observe them speaking.  One particular time, they were both crouched low and Katherine was scratching at the dirt with a stick.  Richard was nodding thoughtfully and he moved away looking as though he was in deep contemplation.  Mulder asked Katherine what they were conversing about.

“I asked him to make me a washing line on a pulley,” she said.  “I was explaining where I wanted it, the type of pulley I would need and where the loosener should be fitted.”

“I’m sure he’ll build you a very fine washing line.”

“Oh, I have no doubt.  We were trying to determine which space might maximize efficiency.  There’s a lot to think about; which way the wind is likely to blow, the position of the sun, where to keep the wash basin and ringer, for example.  He’s going to think on it.”

So, Mulder determines that Richard thinks of Katherine like a colleague or an equal.  She’s the one person he’s ever asked for advice from.  If he runs into an obstacle, he seeks her out to talk it through instead of wallowing in self-loathing.  Perhaps if the army had been populated by Katherines, Richard would still be there.

He’s been too busy to take Katherine out on another picnic, but they spend almost every evening sitting on the porch together.  She is usually sewing and he tells her stories about the constellations or reads to her from his favorite book, Gulliver’s Travels.  It’s a good thing she seems to enjoy listening because he’s never met a silence he can’t fill.

He’s packing for the trek to Fort Worth and remembers that Katherine still has his valise.  It’s late, he wonders if she might be asleep, but he can see light coming from under the door, so he knocks quietly.

“Katherine?” he calls, as soft as he can in case he might disturb her.

“You may come in,” she answers.

He opens the door and then cuts his eyes away for a moment when he sees she’s in her nightdress and a robe, sitting at the edge of the bedstead.  “Oh, uh…”

“Yes?”

He looks at her and she’s combing her hair.  He’s never seen it loose before and it’s wildly curled, like endless fiery waves over her shoulders and down her back.  She always keeps it braided and he’s surprised she’s able to tame it so well.  

“I’ll be needing my valise.”

“Oh!”  She sets the comb down on the bed and goes to the wardrobe.  “I should have returned it to you weeks ago.”

“I’ll get you one of your own in Fort Worth.”

“What would I need with a valise?”

“For traveling.”

She hands him the valise and their hands meet on the handle.  She doesn’t let go.  “Traveling?” she asks.  “Am I going somewhere?”

“Maybe one day you might like to take a trip somewhere.  We could take a trip.  A honeymoon, perhaps.”

Her brow shoots up and she releases the valise into his grip.  He feels foolish for saying such a thing and bites his lip for a moment and shakes his head.

“I’m sorry,” he says.  “I only meant that maybe you’d like to accompany me when I need to return east some time.  We could stop in New York City.  See the electric bulbs in the park.”

“You would...you would take me east with you?  To New York City?”

“I’m needed in Boston from time to time and I would love to bring you along.”

“I would like that very much.”

“I wish I could take you with us to Fort Worth.”

“I wouldn’t be able to go anyway.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t have my own valise yet.”  She smiles at him rather coquettishly and he chuckles.

“I will remedy that soon enough.  Do you think you might miss me when I’m gone?”

“I may not have time to miss you.  With half of you gone, I was planning to give the floors a good scrubbing.  Not to mention, Richard is installing my washing line and I hope to get all the bedclothes washed.  And of course there’s-”

“Alright, you can’t wait to see me gone and have me out from underfoot.”

“No, I…”  She pauses, drops her chin and cocks her head to the side just a bit.  “Keeping busy helps take my mind off things like missing people.”

He tries not to smile too broadly, but he knows the grin on his face must look foolish.  He bites his lip and nods.  “I’ll say good night, then,” he says.  “And I’ll let you get back to...your bedtime rituals.”

“Good night.  I will see you in the morning.”

He hesitates and then gestures a sort of farewell with the valise.  As he starts to close the door, he can’t help himself and he stops.  “I will miss you, in case you were wondering.”

“I suggest you try to keep yourself busy, then.”

He chuckles and closes the door behind him.

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Katherine is up early in the morning to make breakfast and to pack a nice noon dinner for Mulder, Jesse and Jimmy.  Richard, Trevor and Melvin will be staying behind at the ranch.  Even though she’s up before sunrise, the wagon is already packed and the horses have been saddled and hitched.  The men eat quickly, eager to set out on their journey.  Before they leave, Mulder pulls Katherine aside and gives her a bankroll.

“Don’t think I didn’t remember the first of the month is just a few days away,” he says.  “I assume you’ll want to head into town and see Mr. Skinner about the mortgage due.”

“This looks like more than we agreed to.”

“Well, call it an advance.  There’s a nice little cafe in town.  See if you can’t treat your lady friends to a noon dinner while you’re there.”

She crushes the bankroll in her fist and tries to think of a place she can keep the money safe.  He puts his hat on and then winks at her.

“Keep yourself busy,” he says, and then heads out into the morning light.  She follows to the porch to watch him go.

Jesse is driving the team of horses pulling the wagon and Jimmy rides next to him on the horse they call Faithful Jenny.  Mulder mounts Blondie and turns to give her a wave before he takes the lead on the small party and then they are off and she already feels a pang of longing for him to return.

The first two days, she keeps busy with the scrubbing she’d told him she wanted to do and prepares for a day of heavy laundry.  She helps Richard with the hanging of the washing line and with a few adjustments and tightening of the rope and pulley, it works as smoothly as she’d hoped.

On Friday, she dons the new calico skirt she’s only just finished sewing, a fresh blouse, a pair of black gloves she purchased at the mercantile but has not yet had occasion to wear, and ties on the hat that Mulder gave her the day they married.  She asks Melvin if he could hitch up the carriage for her and though she’s terribly nervous about her first foray into town by herself, she knows she can do it.  She’s put in a good amount of training with Melvin learning how to drive these last few weeks and there has to be a first time for everything.

Lady is ready and waiting with the carriage when she comes outside after having secured her money into a hidden pocket she’s sewn into her skirt.  She’s more afraid of losing the money or having it stolen off of her than she is for problems driving the carriage.

“You sure you don’t want me to ride with you?” Melvin asks.  “I can saddle up George and follow you even, if’n you’d like me to do that.”

“I’ll be fine,” she says.  “I’m just going to go to the bank and drop in on Mrs. Byers and Mrs. Doggett.  I’ve boiled some eggs and took out some canned pears.  There’s enough salt pork left to fry up.”

“Don’t worry about the kitchen today, go have yourself a nice time in town.  But, if’n you’re not back here before the sun drops west, I’m comin’ out there after you.”

“Lady, walk on now.  I’ll be back soon!”

She can scarcely believe she’s driving a carriage on her own, making her way into town, and yet she is.  Even Lady seems to sense her excitement and prances down the road in a nice, quick trot.  Katherine smiles when she passes the trees she recognizes from her picnic with Mulder.  Her arms are tired by the time she makes it into town, but she feels exhilarated by her accomplishment.

“Well done,” she tells Lady after tying her to the post and rubbing her cheek.  Lady nods and shakes her head.

The bank is busier than when she was there before.  The teller is assisting a man at the window and two others wait behind him.  One of them nods and tips his hat to her when she walks in.  She waits as well and looks past the line to see if she can spot Mr. Skinner, but his office door is closed.  She becomes a little anxious when she waits, not sure of what she is to say to the teller.  She thought she might just walk in and be able to speak with Mr. Skinner.  Soon, it’s her turn and she steps up to the window and then fumbles for the money concealed in her pocket.

“I am here to pay my mortgage due,” she says.

“Name on the account,” the teller asks.

“Um, Jack Willis, I believe.”

“One moment.”

The teller turns away and then opens a box.  He takes out a stack of small cards which he quickly shuffles through and removes one.  He returns to the window and takes up a pen that he dips in ink.

“Ten dollars and sixty cents,” he says as he’s writing on the card.

Katherine carefully counts out eleven dollars and then slides it into the tray at the window.  The teller counts it as quickly as he shuffled the cards and he puts it into another tray below the counter.  He slides forty cents change back to her and the card as well.

“Sign, please,” he says.

She hesitates with the pen in her hand.  She does not know what name to write.  Should she sign Katherine Willis, or Katherine Mulder?

“You can mark an ‘x’ if you are illiterate,” he says.

“No, I am not illiterate,” she answers.  “I was recently remarried, I am unsure if I should sign with that name.”

“Who’s your husband?”

“William Mulder.”

“Wait here.”

She begins to feel nervous all over again.  Another man has come into the bank as she’s been at the window and is now waiting for her to finish.  She doesn’t know what to do, doesn’t know if she should leave and come back, but the teller told her to wait and so she waits.  She starts to perspire and she loosens the tie on her hat.  She whirls around when someone says her name.

“Mrs. Mulder,” Walter Skinner says.  “I’m glad you’ve come by.”

“You are?”

“I’ll take it from here, Mr. Crawford.”  He takes the card from the counter and gestures for Katherine to go ahead of him to his office.  She returns the pen and then goes with Mr. Skinner.  He makes an imposing figure and rather reminds her of her father, which makes her all the more nervous.

“Is something the matter?” she asks, taking a seat in front of his desk.

“Not at all.  Mr. Mulder was in earlier this week before his trip out to Fort Worth.  I just have a paper here for you to sign adding you to his account.”

“Adding me to his account?  What does that mean?”

“It means you are able to make deposits or withdrawals on your husband’s account, provided we have your signature on file.”

She stares at him, incredulous.  She doesn’t even know what name she should sign with to pay her mortgage and now she’s expected to have access to a bank account?

“I have my own money here,” she says.  “I don’t think I need Mulder’s account.  Do I?”

“He added your name on Monday and asked that when you came in to make the mortgage payment that I have you sign the paperwork.”

“I must confess this is all very new to me, Mr. Skinner.  I’m not even sure if I’m supposed to sign this card as Katherine Willis or Katherine Mulder.”

“That card just keeps a record of the payments.  My teller signs it saying he received the money and you sign it saying you paid it.  You don’t have anything to worry about there, but I think that you should go ahead and sign as Katherine Mulder from now on.”

She nods and he gives her a pen to sign the card.  It’s the first time she’s written her married name on anything and it feels strange.  She never did get accustomed to being Mrs. Willis, but when Skinner had called her Mrs. Mulder earlier, she answered without hesitation.  She hands him the card and he passes her the paper she’s to sign for Mulder’s account.

“And just so you’re aware,” he says.  “I expect the transfer of your lease to be returned by next week.  It will be filed under your joint account, so be sure to request the mortgage under your own name next time.”

“I will remember.  Thank you for helping me, Mr. Skinner.”

“It’s my pleasure, Mrs. Mulder.”

She leaves the bank with much less of a triumphant feeling than she felt in successfully driving the carriage.  In fact, she feels as though she has hardly taken a breath in that whole time.  She steps down to Lady and rests her forehead against the horse’s neck and strokes her mane.

“We’ve done it,” she whispers to the horse.

“Katherine?”

Katherine steps back from the horse and turns towards the voice that called her name.  She sees Monica Doggett hurrying towards her across the dirt road, waving to her.  She waves back.

“I thought that was you,” Monica says, greeting Katherine with a warm embrace.  “It’s so good to see you.”

“Yes, you as well, Mrs. Doggett.”

“Ach, Monica, please.  Mrs. Doggett is my mother-in-law and trust me, there’s only room enough in this world for one Mrs. Doggett.”  Monica laughs and squeezes Katherine’s hands.  “What brings you to town?”

“I had a banking matter to attend to.”

“Are you here long?”

“Actually, I’m glad I ran into you.  I wasn’t sure how to find you, but I was just on my way to drop in on Susannah Byers and I thought she might know.”

“We’re down on this road if you keep going over the bridge ahead.  Can’t miss it.  If I’m not there, it’s probably because I’m running something over to John.”

“I’ll remember that.  Mulder told me there was a cafe in town and I should invite you and Susannah for a noon dinner.  I’d understand if you’re busy with chores or errands though.”

“Are you kidding?  I would love nothing more.  And if I know Susannah, she will be absolutely delighted by the offer.  Is this your carriage?  Did you drive in all on your own?”

“I did.  Though Lady did most of the work.”

“How thrilling.  Shall we?”

Katherine climbs up into the carriage and Monica hops up next to her in the passenger seat.  It takes nothing but a few minutes to end up at the mercantile and Monica steps down first and waits at the foot of the porch steps for Katherine.

John Byers is standing before a display table with a clipboard and pencil, taking notes.  He smiles when the ladies come in and puts the pencil behind his ear.

“Good morning, ladies,” he says.

“Mr. Byers,” Katherine answers.

“We’ve come to collect your wife,” Monica says.  “You won’t mind if we borrow her for a bit to have dinner at the cafe, do you?”

“Not at all.  Let me go and get her.”

“Oh, how darling.”  Monica holds up a knitted pair of baby booties that she picks up from a table.  “Sometimes I sure can’t believe my little ones used to fit into socks this small.”

“You have children?”

“Two.  Luke and Sarah.  Sarah just turned nine and Luke will be fifteen in just a couple weeks.  Do you have any children?”

“No.”

“Well, there’s plenty of time.  And when that time does come, I promise I’m the best midwife all of Texas has to offer.”

Katherine gives Monica a polite smile.  “I’m certain you are.”

“Oh my word, is it true?”  Susannah comes bustling into the storefront, throwing off an apron that she carelesses flings in her husband’s direction.  John catches it with one hand.  “We’re going to go out to dinner?  Is that right?  Oh, let me get my hat.  John, how could you let me walk out without my hat!  I’ll hurry back.  Don’t go nowhere you two!”

Monica laughs and then winks at Katherine.  “I told you Susannah would be delighted.”

When Susannah returns, the three ladies head out of the store and Susannah leads the way down the boardwalk to the cafe.  Katherine worries a little about leaving the horse and carriage, but Susannah tells her not to fret that it’ll be fine where it is.  They’re seated next to a window at a table for four and after ordering some cold cut sandwiches and lemonades, Susannah and Monica start to gossipping about people Katherine has never heard of.  She’s content to listen to the conversation and doesn’t mind that she isn’t required to participate.

“Oh, but listen to us,” Susannah says.  “We’re being rude.  Katherine, I haven’t even asked after your husband or how you’re faring out on the ranch.”

“Mulder is well.  He’s in Fort Worth right now to take a team of horses to the United States post office.”

“You didn’t join him?” Monica asks.  “When John and I were first married, I’m telling you he couldn’t hardly walk down the road without pulling me along.”

“I’d much rather stay behind anyway.  There’s so much to tend to at the ranch and...well, the truth of it is, I would just like to stay put for awhile.  That was one of the reasons I married Mulder in the first place.  To just...to just stay still.”

“You did a lot of traveling around with your first husband, didn’t you?” Susannah asks.

“Too much.  In four years I don’t think we were ever in the same place for more than a few weeks.  And then we ended up here and it was like there was nowhere left to go.”  

Monica nods and then she reaches across the table and puts her hands over Katherine’s. “I did have the occasion to meet Jack Willis once,” she says, petting Katherine’s hand lightly.  “He had the blackest aura I’ve ever seen.  You must have been miserable.”

“It wasn’t a very happy marriage.  I don’t know what an aura has to do with that.  I don’t even know what an aura is.”

“Oh, Lord, Monica, not the auras!”  Susannah throws her hands up, but chuckles.

“There’s a belief that all people put off energy,” Monica says.  “Like a candle putting off heat.”

“Monica is an enthusiast of alternative ideas.”

Monica laughs.  “John was posted in San Francisco for a few years and I met the most fascinating people there that believe in some of the most extraordinary things.”

“We had a preacher come through here once that called her a heretic,” Susannah adds.  “In the middle of a sermon.”

“Well, he shouldn’t have become a preacher if he didn’t want to answer questions.”

Katherine looks between the two women and shakes her head.  “Energy is the quantitative property that must be transferred to an object in order to perform work on the object,” she says.  “Like measuring the temperature required to boil water.”

Monica glances at Susannah and she shrugs.  “I don’t know what any of that means,” Susannah says.  “I just turn the stove on and wait for the bubbles.”

“Have you ever gotten a bad feeling when you meet someone for the first time?” Monica asks.  “Or even a really good feeling?”

“Yes.”

“You’re feeling their energy.  Auras are like...I suppose they’re like a way of measuring a person’s disposition.”

“I don’t know how you would measure a feeling.”

“Auras are the colors of the energy that people put off.  Some people are lucky enough to see them.”

“And you’re one of those people?”

“I am.  Anyone can see them though if they want to.  It’s about opening yourself up to possibilities.”

“How does one open oneself up to possibilities?”

“I think it starts with inner peace.  Really letting go of fear and doubt and not worrying so much about the past or the future and being extremely present in the moment.”

“I see.”

“Your husband is mostly blue, but there is some red there too.  He’s very compassionate, loyal, trustworthy, and nurturing, but also driven and hard-working.”

“I don’t really think you need an aura to tell you that.  Just as I don’t think you need an aura to tell you that Jack was surly and unpleasant.”

“No, but I could tell right away, even without knowing you, that you and Mulder belong together.  You can’t tell me you weren’t drawn to him immediately, even if you didn’t know why.”

“I was intrigued by him, I will admit that.”

“And you knew he was someone you could marry even though you’d only known him for a day.”

“But, she didn’t really have much of a choice in that,” Susannah interjects.

“I did though,” Katherine confesses.  “He offered me money for my land, land I didn’t even own, and he said he would help me start out somewhere if I wanted.”

“And you chose to marry him.”  Monica smiles.

“He was kind to me when he didn’t have to be.  I know I didn’t know hardly anything about him, but still I felt...very fond of him.”

Monica nods knowingly.  “Your auras.”

“I’m a yellow,” Susannah says.  “But, Monica, you haven’t said what Katherine is.”

“Would you like to know?”

“You might as well tell me.”

“You are almost equally tan and crystal.  Which means you’re very private, cautious and practical.  And you’re a healer.”

All of those things are true, but Monica could come by those conclusions without more than a few minutes conversation with her.  The part about being a healer though, that is a little disturbing.  The waiter comes over with their tray of sandwiches and lemonades and the conversation falls to the wayside.  Katherine wonders what color Monica is, but doesn’t want to ask, lest Monica think she somehow believes in that kind of foolishness.  People emitting colors?  How absurd.

#i wrote this #broken things #chapter 11 #AU #MSR

[lunarliza]

Dirty Little Secret | Chapter 3: Bandanas

fuckbuddy!JJ x Kook!Reader

series masterlist | prev. chapter | chapter one

You and JJ are fuck buddies- strictly physical. But what happens when you find yourself falling more and more for everyone’s favorite golden boy even though all he can see you as is a spoiled rich girl?

Your eyes peeled open. You groaned at the lack of sleep as you shifted to your bedside table to check your phone. Almost immediately after your rendezvous the night before, JJ dashed out the window, leaving you to drift to sleep. 

Sometimes, you’d get this weird feeling after he would leave so quickly- like you were being used. Well, you were, but you hated feeling like it. It was like a comedown after the euphoria of sex and it didn’t always feel the best, but you dealt with it. It had be going on for almost three months; you were way too in over your head at this point. 

You sighed, staring at the wall across your bed, thinking back to the remnants of that first night. How nasty and humid the air felt as you both rejoined the party after like nothing happened: 

“You can’t tell anyone about what just happened,” JJ stated as he fixed his shorts. 

His words did pierce you slightly, but you put on a front nevertheless. “Please, I’d rather be caught dead than with you.” 

He chuckled to himself as you both trudged down the beach. “That’s not what I heard back there princess.” 

It didn’t take long for your parents to blow up your phone that night, seeing it was 3 a.m. and their daughter was nowhere to be found. You came home with the smell of alcohol emitting through your clothes.You only hoped you had wiped off enough smeared mascara on the car ride home to deter them. Your mother read you the riot act as Ted stood in the corner of the kitchen. She screamed and hollered before her palm finally came in contact with your cheek. 

The following Monday, you ditched last period and drove over to The Cut, hoping to come across JJ. Driving along a narrow street, you see the shirtless golden boy mowing the lawn in a small yard. Pulling up, you rolled the windows down while a devilish grin snaked its way to his lips once he caught sight of you.

“Couldn’t stay away from me huh?”

You glared at him. “Just shut up and get in.” 

Shutting off the lawn mower, he hopped in your car, smelling of sweat and freshly cut grass . 

“Look,” you began, fiddling with the ends of your blouse, “I’m not looking for anything serious.” 

JJ’s finger tilted your chin up to meet his eyes. It was different seeing them in broad daylight. He didn’t seem like some sleazy Pogue you met at a party. He actually reminded you of a puppy... an annoying one with anger issues. 

“I understand if-” 

“No, I get you,” he answered, biting his lower lip. “After the way we fucked that night, I’m down to... go at it again.” 

“Okay but we need rules,” you insisted to which he rolled his eyes. “What’s with chicks and rules?” 

“This island is small and talk gets around. No one can know about us.” 

“Well duh.” He gave you an annoyed look. “You may think you’re all that and a bag of chips but my friends would totally clown me if they found out I was with a Kook, much less you.” 

“Oh please! What do you even know about me?” you retorted, not having his attitude outburst. 

“Y/n, you’re like bitchiest of them all,” he replied snarkily and your eyes met the ceiling of your car. “Not even the Kooks like you.” 

“Shut up, asshole.” You tried to hide the hurt from the fact that even he knew about your reputation. “Anyways, rule number two: we have to meet on Figure Eight.” 

“Hell no, why do I have to haul my ass to you?” 

You sighed heavily, gripping the bottom of the steering wheel. “My stepdad will literally kill me if he finds me here. Look, I know all the hiding places there and I’ll even get you a keycard to get in through the gate.” 

JJ smiled to himself. “Kill you huh? And yet, here you are, coming here, practically begging for me to fuck you. What will daddy think about that?” 

You contemplated punching him in that moment. “Don’t flatter yourself. You followed me that night remember?” 

JJ shrugged, leaning back in the seat. “I thought you were a touron. It was dark- sue me. Anyways, fine! We meet at the Eight. Anything else?” 

“This goes without saying, but absolutely no feelings,” you stated sternly as JJ snorted. 

“Oh princess, you do not have to worry about that whatsoever.” 

“Fine then, it’s a deal.” 

You both shook on it. JJ held onto your hand a moment longer to tug you onto the passenger seat, colliding his lips with yours. It didn’t take you both very long to undress and climb into the back seat afterwards.

A loud knock on your bedroom door startled you. “Y/n! Breakfast in ten minutes!” 

Peeling off your duvet, you leaped out of bed and started doing some small stretches until you noticed a jumbled up grey bandana on your window seat. 

“Fucking kid,” you muttered to yourself before reaching for it and throwing it in a bin on your shelf. 

JJ was klepto alright. He also had a terrible habit of leaving shit everywhere he went. If he tried to rob a bank, he’d be caught in seconds because he’d leave some trace of him. Over the course of your agreement you unintentionally started making a collection of the things he left. What started out as a bracelet on your nightstand grew to socks, lighters, hats, sunglasses, tank tops, and the occasional perfectly rolled joint (that he’d never see again). You always meant to give back all the shit he left, but he’d always leave so hurriedly that you’d forget and the collection would just grow. 

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“Jade!” you blurted unexpectedly as you strolled into the kitchen. “What are you doing here?” 

The small brunette sat next to your mother at the table, halfway done with her breakfast plate. She flashed you her killer sunny smile as your mom chimed in from her seat. “Jade here was in the neighborhood and wanted to take you on a boat ride this morning with the Cameron family.” 

“It’ll be fun y/n!” she insisted, kicking her tiny legs that didn’t reach the floor.

You were a little confused as to why you were invited to hang out with the Cameron kids seeing as they have always ignored you at school and every event. Jade caught on and threw you a look that said ‘just go with it’. 

“Um, yeah. I’m really excited to hang out with uh- Sierra and Ra- her brother,” you babbled, earning yourself an ‘Are you fucking kidding me’ look. You shrugged your shoulders, helping yourself to some eggs and pancakes. 

“Well sweetie, I think it’s great that you’re getting to know more people around here! Don’t forget you do need an escort for the Debutante Ball in a few weeks so maybe you can ask the Cameron boy to take you,” your mother suggested and Jade nearly spit out her fruit at the mention of it.  

You closed your eyes, sighing. “Yes, of course mother.” 

“So when were you going to tell me you’re a debutante!” Jade cackled as you both made way to the Camerons’ boat along the dock.  

“If you ever mention it again, I will personally slit your throat.” 

“You! You y/n of all people!” She had to suppress her laughter to a fit of giggles. “So wait, you’ve been going to Chapel Hill all this time to learn how to ballroom dance and do all that?” 

You rolled your eyes. “Yes! I told you my mother is actually insane. Anyways, what are we doing hanging out with the Camerons anyways? I thought you hated their sister.” 

“I do,” Jade responded as-a-matter-of-factly, “It’s the brother that’s delicious. Oh- and Sarah won’t be there and neither will their dad or any of their family really. It’s just going to be Rafe and a couple of his friends. He told me to bring some friends too so it won’t be awkward.” 

“And you chose me of all people? Jade, you have plenty of other very sociable friends you could have brought.” 

“Shut up y/n! You’re hot as shit okay! You just need to get out there more and meet people. Maybe then you won’t hate it here so much. Trust me, once you experience the OBX the right way, you’ll absolutely love it.” 

You crinkled your nose at her. “You’re just as insane as my mother.”  

“Come on! There are hot guys wanting to take us on their very nice boats. It’s free drinks and maybe some food,” she promised. 

You groaned. “Fine, but if any of them make an unsolicited move on me, I’m jumping overboard and swimming home. Also, now that I think about it, isn’t Rafe like way too old to be hanging around us?” 

Jade shrugged. “A little age never hurt nobody.” The boys whooped as Jade made her grand entrance onto their very large white boat as you trailed behind. Another thing you weren’t well versed in since moving here- boats. To you it was just big and small, windows and no windows, motor and no motor, but it was like a language here. When everyone would start rambling off about engines and fishing and whatnot you would just kindly smile and nod until they got the hint and walked away. 

“Who’s your friend McCoy?” a tall boy with slicked back hair asked Jade as he enclosed an arm around her waist. 

“Rafe, this is y/n! She moved here in October and lives on the east end of the Eight.” 

So this was the famous Rafe Cameron. You’d seen him a couple times golfing with Ted when you would hide away in the golf cart on your phone. Ted would mention a few times about how he was trouble and, telling by the way he still hung out with high schoolers at almost 20 years old, you believed it. 

You smiled uneasily and gave him a tiny wave as two other guys emerged from the front with a cooler. They both coordinated with the colorful short-shorts and printed button ups. They also wore those God-awful tinted sunglasses with the band connecting the backs. You recognized them from school- Topper and Kelce.

“Oh hey y/n,” they greeted tensely, each giving you an awkward smile and one-armed hug. You were in shock they knew your name even.

“McCoy, did you bring anyone else?” Kelce asked, totally not making it obvious of your unwanted presence. 

Not even the Kooks like you. 

You knew you’d have a hard time the moment you stepped foot onto Figure Eight. You had a very humble upbringing, which was unfathomable to the kids at school, so it was hard for you to make any real friends besides Jade. During the school year, you ate lunch by yourself and sprinted home as soon as the final bell rang. It got to a point where, when anyone would try to talk to you, you’d either roll your eyes or just simply ignore them. 

“Nope! Just me and my girl.” Jade flung an arm around your shoulder and handed you a beer. She raised her eyebrows at you to check if you were okay, and you smiled reassuringly, taking the bottle. 

“Let’s hope she knows how to hang,” Topper added as he started the engine on the boat. 

You sipped on your beer as you rode down the marsh. Kelce tried to make small talk with you as Topper drove and Jade macked on Rafe. It actually wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be, Kelce did have the occasional funny story or witty thing to say even if it was about swinging a golf club or purchasing some extravagant item no one ever needed. 

“Woah Pogue alert,” you heard Topper warn as he steered next to a smaller boat hanging on the side

You glanced over and immediately met eyes with JJ who was casually laying back with his friends- two dudes and a girl. When he wasn’t acting like a complete jerk, he actually looked down to earth and kind of innocent. Cans of cheap beer littered their deck and a cute little ‘HMS Pogue’ lettering hung from the back. 

You turned back to Kelce, thinking it was just a quick pass by until you heard something thump on the side of the boat from their side. 

“Fucking rats!” Rafe barked at the group and hurled an open can of beer over towards them. 

“That’s for the van you sons of bitches!” you heard JJ holler as Topper slowed down the boat so they were eye-to-eye. 

“Hey that’s payback! I know it was you that fucked up my bike, filthy Pogue!” Topper snarled, pointing at JJ, tumbling more shit in their direction. 

The throwing escalated into an all-out war. You screamed and joined Jade who was clearly outraged as she ducked under the cooler for cover. 

“Rafe, just fucking drop it and let’s go! You’re wasting shit at this point,” she urged also throwing Topper a stern look to get moving.  

“This isn’t over!” Rafe roared at the group as Topper sped up the engine again. 

“That’s right, just ride along you fucking Kooks! And take your hoes with you!” JJ shouted. 

You threw a glare his way at the vulgar name he called you and stuck up middle fingers his way, sailing off. 

Fucking tool. 

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chapter four

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[atths--twice]

A Medicated New Year

While on the run, Scully becomes ill as New Year's Eve approaches. Despite feeling terrible, she still wants to celebrate the holiday with Mulder.

I had not planned to write a New Year's story, but how can you ignore the muse when she stands in front of you and taps her foot impatiently, sending you ideas and waiting for you to write them down?

Hope you enjoy this bit of fluff.

December 31, 2002 Somewhere in Montana 11:15 p.m.

Mulder walked inside, shivering as he closed the door with his foot, his arms full of firewood. What had started as a simple task, for which he had not worn his coat, quickly became a “never do that again” moment. The snow had covered the stack of wood and while he had debated walking back to the house, he decided instead to push through.

Without a coat or gloves. Scully would be after him for that decision.

If she was awake, anyway.

Two weeks in the little cabin, two trips into the small town, and she had picked up a bug. Fever, cough, sore throat, body aches… she had it all. She had been in bed for two days, the medicine helping her sleep, the humidifier, he had driven to a larger town to find, running day and night.

Shivering again as he stacked the wood, the pile full enough for the next couple of days, he stood by the fire and warmed himself. The small television was on, showing Times Square and the people celebrating the quickly approaching new year, well for those not on the East Coast, knowing it had already come and gone in New York. He shook his head at the thought of freezing as he stood in such a large crowd, all to watch a giant ball drop.

But then, he smiled as he thought of New Year’s Eve in a hospital, watching the ball drop, bringing in the new millennium.

“Well, not exactly the millennium,” he said with a smile, glancing at the bedroom door, remembering Scully correctly stating that the new millennium did not officially start until 2001.

Shaking his head, he moved away from the fire, his body now warm and walked to the bedroom. Opening the door quietly, he heard her breathing, her mouth open, the blankets wrapped around her. Smiling again, he closed the door and went into the kitchen to make something to eat.

Deciding on toast and eggs, he scrambled them up quickly and ate them at the small two person table in the kitchen, reading the local paper. Getting up, he brought his dishes to the sink and turned on the water. Waiting for it to warm up, he placed a pot on the stove beside a can of chicken noodle soup for Scully if she were to wake up soon and want something to eat.

As he washed the dishes, he heard a cough and turned his head to see her standing behind him, the thick blanket wrapped around her. Hair messy, nose red, and mouth open to breathe better, she looked adorable, but he knew she would vehemently disagree if he said so out loud.

“What are you doing up?” he asked, rinsing his last dish and turning off the water. She coughed again and moaned.

He smiled and walked over to her, wrapping her in an embrace. She moaned again, her head on his chest. Even through the two shirts he wore, he could feel the heat she was emanating. Kissing the top of her head, he pulled back and looked at her.

“You’re hot.”

“Thank you,” she rasped, her eyes closed, mouth still open. Her breath was bad, but again he was smart enough to keep that comment to himself.

“You’re welcome,” he said with a chuckle. “Though that’s not what I meant.” He pressed his lips to her forehead and the heat was even greater. “I’m going to get the thermometer and the medicine. I’m sure you’re due for more.”

“Such a smooth talker,” she mumbled, her eyes opening slowly. She moaned again and sighed. He held his breath, her own truly awful.

“Come on. Let’s get you back to bed.” He started to guide her and she stopped him.

“No. I wanted to be here for the… the…” She gestured to the television and sighed again.

“The ball drop?”

“Hmm…” She nodded and closed her eyes again. “If that’s what it’s called.” He laughed softly and she whined with a cough.

“Okay, to the couch then. Come on.” He guided her over, helping her get situated before he went to get her some water, the medicines and the thermometer.

Bringing it all back to her, he put the thermometer into her mouth and opened the bottles of medicine. She kept her eyes closed as she waited for the temperature to register.

“One hundred… and two, almost three,” he said, taking it from her mouth and reading it. “That’s hot.”

“As you’ve already said,” she groaned, coughing and sighing deeply. He chuckled again and she opened her eyes. “I feel so terrible.”

“I know. Here take these.” He handed her some ibuprofen, and then some NyQuil. She took the pills and drank the liquid, making a face and reaching for the water he was ready to hand her.

“So disgusting,” she complained, shaking her head and taking another drink of water.

“How about this?” He held out a small candy cane and she smiled, taking it from him in exchange for her glass of water.

“I know. My breath is bad,” she said, opening the candy cane and putting it into her mouth.

“What? That’s not…” He shook his head and gave her what he hoped passed for an honest confused look.

“Mulder, I can taste it. I know it must smell just as bad.” She stared at him and he shrugged. “When you’re inevitably sick with this cold, I’ll be sure we still have a stock of candy canes on hand.”

“Good plan,” he said with a smile. She nodded and then groaned with a whine.

“Are you hungry? I could make you some soup…”

“No, just sit with me. Let’s bring in the new year together.” He nodded and picked up the stuff from the coffee table, grabbed a box of tissues, and joined her on the couch.

She laid down, wrapped in her blanket cocoon, her head on the pillow beside his leg. He ran his fingers through her hair as she sighed. Her head was so warm and he shook his head.

“How high of a temperature can you have before it would be necessary to go to the hospital?”

“Mulder, I’m fine, as long as the medicine is bringing it down. It’s just a cold.” She hummed as he scratched at her scalp and he smiled.

“I’m going to make sure to remind you of that.” She hummed again and they were both quiet, only the sounds of the television and the crackling fire filling the room.

“Have you ever wanted to go to Times Square...” She coughed and blew her nose with a tissue from the box he had placed on the floor. “For the holiday I mean? Not just in general.”

“Nah. I used to have a friend who lived close by there and every holiday he came back to his parents on the Vineyard to avoid the crowds of people.”

“Ohhh, poor guy forced to run to the Vineyard,” she scoffed with a groan. He laughed and nodded, moving his hand to her shoulder and rubbing her arm.

Quiet again, he thought she had fallen asleep, until he heard her crunching on the candy cane in her mouth. He smiled as she groaned loudly and sat up suddenly.

“God, I’m hot,” she said, unwrapping the blanket from around her and standing up unsteadily, kicking it off and laying back down.

“Better?”

“Mmhmm,” she hummed, rubbing his shin and then tucking her hand under the pillow.

“You know, we don’t have to watch this. We could just go to bed.”

“Mmm,” she groaned in disagreement and he chuckled.

“Okay.”

“I mean, I ate that candy cane. In preparation for… for…” She yawned and coughed, moaning and whining.

“Come on, honey. Let’s go to bed.” He shut the television off and the room was lit mainly by the low burning fire.

“No… we only have ten minutes. I can…” She coughed, unable to stop until he helped her sit up and she worked at catching her breath. She looked at him, her expression miserable, and he smiled softly as he rubbed her back.“Fine, let’s go to bed.”

They stood up and he held her face in his hands, staring into her eyes.

“You feel cooler. That’s good.” She nodded and closed her eyes, holding onto his forearms. “It’s technically already the new year where we’re from, so…” She opened her eyes, glassy and medicated, and nodded again with a sigh.

“I’m tired.”

“I know. Happy early New Year.”

“Hmm. You too.”

He kissed her softly and she kissed him back, leaning into him heavily as they parted. He wrapped his arms around her and they swayed in place. She coughed and he smiled, putting an arm around her shoulders, he led her to the bedroom.

Coming back to the living room, he used the old ashes in the bucket from their last fire and put out the current one. He turned out the lights and picked up the blanket she discarded. Refilling her glass of water, he went back into the bedroom.

He set the glass on the bedside table, covered her with the blanket, and checked the humidifier. Refilling it, he got into bed beside her, and she snuggled closer, the hand on his chest clasping tightly to  a tissue. His watch beeped and he smiled.

“Yay, we made it,” she slurred and he held her tightly as he kissed the top of her head.

“We did. Now sleep, Scully.”

“Hmm,” she hummed and then coughed.

It was quiet as he rubbed her back and waited for her to fall asleep, hoping it would be soon so she could get some rest.

“The candy cane didn’t help much did it?” she mumbled, smacking her lips, and making disgusted noises. He laughed and nuzzled against her head.

“Not entirely.”

“Hmm,” she agreed, coughing and then blowing her nose. “Goodnight. Happy once more that the world didn’t end.”

“Me too,” he chuckled. “Sleep, honey.” She hummed again and was asleep within minutes.

When he woke up the next morning, his throat sore and body aching, she kissed his forehead and stumbled from the bed to get the medicine and a glass of water. Groaning as he took the medicine, they laid down and went back to sleep.

The new year was put on hold in that small cabin in Montana, as the humidifier hummed quietly in the corner, and heavy snow began to fall silently outside.

#The X-Files #XF Fanfic #On the Run #New Year's Eve #Sickness #Caring #Taking care of each other #Cabin in the woods #Snow #Fires #Cuddling on the couch

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A Cullen / Volturi Christmas

Word Count: 2,744 Demetri x OC Cullen Part One Warnings: Fluff

It’s been nearly a year since the confrontation / investigation into whether Renesmee was an immortal child and the Cullens arrive at Castillo Volterra at the beginning of December to spend Christmas with the Volturi at the request of Aro. “Ah Carlisle, Esme, so glad you and your family agreed to spend Christmas with us here at the castle” Aro greets them with a smile and shakes Carlisle’s hand “Thank you for inviting us. It’s sure to be great Christmas” He replied smiling.

Lily Cullen has long blonde hair and blue eyes and is the adopted human daughter of Carlisle and Esme. Lily was also staying at the castle as Aro was curious to see how she had turned out now that she was all grown-up and graduated High School. He also found it fascinating that the girl survived being raised in a house full of vampires for the last eighteen years. Caius lost a bet with his brothers the day they found out she had made it to her first birthday as he was sure the Cullens ‘true nature’ would kick in and the girl would be dead within six months claiming he was being generous given Carlisle’s high level of self-control.  

Renesmee was given a guest room in the East Wing of the castle, along with her parents and Jasper and Alice. Emmett and Rosalie’s room was in the West Wing of the castle, Carlisle and Esme had the only guest room in the North Wing and Lily had one of the guest rooms on the lower floor of the South Wing of the castle near the lower and transitory guards. However, she didn’t feel very safe being so close to the lower and transitory guards especially after she overheard Edward telling Bella that they didn’t always have the best self-control around humans.

After three nights of Lily not sleeping very well Carlisle noticed how tired she looked and asked Demetri for a favour as he was one of the more friendly and reasonable guards, not to mention he had great self-control around humans. “Demetri can I have a word with you please?” “Of course, Carlisle. How can I help?” Demetri replied as they walked away from the throne room “I’m after a favour. It’s to do with Lily… and her sleeping arrangements” Demetri nods “Ahh. Yes I heard she’d been given a room on the lower floor near the lower and transitory guards and I’m guessing you’re concerned about their self-control?” “A little yes and if I’m being honest I thought one of her siblings may have offered to swap rooms with her but…” “They haven’t” Demetri cut him off “No and to make matters worse she overheard Edward telling Bella about the guard’s lack of self-control and it’s made her a little anxious and she hasn’t slept much the past three nights” Carlisle continued “So…how  can I help? Want me to have a word with the guards? Threaten them with the dungeon or dismemberment if they hurt her?” Demetri offered smiling and Carlisle chuckled “As good as that sounds Demetri…I actually had a different idea in mind” This piqued Demetri’s interest “Ok, what’s your idea?” “Well I was wondering…if maybe…she could share your quarters with you? I mean you have excellent self-control around humans and…I trust you with my daughter” Demetri’s face had shock written all over it but he quickly composed himself “Er…Yes of course. Lily can share my quarters…Thank you for trusting me with her” Demetri replied and smiled at Carlisle as he felt pleased that Carlisle trusted him with his daughter, to keep her safe during their month long stay. “Thank you Demetri, I was always amazed by your self-control when I lived here with you…considering your diet” “Well, I figured it would probably be a good idea to work on that early on considering how much time I spend around them when tracking our kind. It wouldn’t do for me to lose control whilst trying to uphold our laws” He chuckled and Carlisle nodded and chuckled himself “Very true. When would be a good time to bring Lily up to your room?” “Give me about half an hour to shower and change?” Demetri replied “Will do and thank you” Carlisle replied and watched Demetri speed off to his room.

Carlisle made his way to Lily’s room “Hey can I come in?” He asked knocking and popping his head around the door “Of course dad” He noted she sounded tired and hoped his idea would be the solution “I know you haven’t really slept much the past few nights due to…the location of your room and well…I have suggestion…” “Dad, I love you but I’m a little old to share with you and mom. Thanks though” She replied smiling and he laughed “Funny. No that wasn’t my idea. In fact that didn’t even come to mind…” “Wow dad. Really? Now I’m hurt” She put her hand to her chest and gave him a sad look “Oh behave. I think you’ll like my idea. I hope you do anyway” He replied smiling “Ok, so what’s your idea?” She asked curious “I’ve spoken to Demetri and…” “The tracker Demetri?” “Yes Lily, do you know another Demetri who lives here?” He responded with a sassy tone “Ooohh get you being all sassy dad” She teased him and he poked his tongue out at her “Mature dad, mature” She smiled “Anyway Lily, I spoke to Demetri and he has agreed that you can share his quarters with him. His room is on the top floor of this wing with the other three elite guards” He paused when he noticed the confused look on her face “You want me to move from a room near non-veggie vamps into a room occupied by a non-veggie vamp? How does that solve my not sleeping problem? You’re basically offering him a snack” She said as she stood up from the bed not quite believing what her dad was suggesting. “I can assure you darling I do not think of you as a snack and my self-control around humans is possibly as good as your dad’s” Demetri said as he stood leaning on the doorframe.

Lily felt her cheeks heat up a little knowing he’d heard her comment “I-I didn’t mean…oh god…I’m sorry if I’ve offended you Demetri…especially as you’ve been so kind as to let me stay with you” Demetri chuckled before replying “I’m not offended, honestly…I’d be more offended if you didn’t question your dad’s idea of staying with me” “Really?” She sounded surprised “Yes Lily really. I mean I’m not a veggie vamp like your family” He replied smirking “Now you two have cleared that up, how about we pack your things and you can move upstairs” Carlisle suggested “I’ll help Lily pack and move her things Carlisle. Go and spend time with Esme, show her the city…it’s rather nice at this time of year” Demetri smiled at Carlisle “You sure…” “Yes Carlisle. We’ll be fine” Demetri cut him off as he crossed the room and removed her clothes from the small closet and placing them neatly in her suitcase. “Thank you again Demetri. I will go find my wife and explore the city, it’s been a while” “She’s in the kitchen…with Heidi” Demetri said without missing a beat “That’s amazing” Lily whispered low but both vampires heard and smiled.  

Lily shared Demetri’s quarters and it was agreed that she’d sleep in his bed whilst he read by the fire of a night, seeing as Demetri only ever used to his bed to relax on after long or stressful missions or sometimes he’d lie on the bed and read. Felix found it amusing that his friend had agreed to let a Cullen stay with him “I can’t believe that you agreed to share your room with a Cullen” “Lily is human and she’s different to her siblings. For one she doesn’t eat fluffy bunnies” “Yet. She doesn’t eat them yet” Felix replied smiling “Shut up. It’s nice to have some company and…unlike her siblings she doesn’t hate us” Demetri stated firmly “Whatever you say my friend. I still think it’s amusing that you’re sharing your room with a human” Felix replied before returning to his own room.

“Everything ok?” Lily asked as she stepped out of the bathroom in her pyjamas “Yes, Felix just came by to tease me for sharing my room with you” He smiled and watched as she made her way over to the sofa by the fire and sat beside him “Sorry about that Demetri” “Don’t be Lily. If I didn’t want to share my room with you to keep you safe, I wouldn’t have agreed when your dad asked” “But still the teasing…” “Lily I’m over 1000 years old I think I can handle a little teasing from my best friend” He cut her off softly “Over 1000 years old. Wow! You’re older than my dad” She said sounding surprised “In vampire years yes but physically…I’m two years younger” He pointed out softly “Huh. That’s interesting. Wish I knew that a few months ago…you could have saved me hours of studying and doing research for my paper on Ancient Greece” “Your dad knew. I mean he did live with us for a few decades before he met Edward. And how do you know I would have helped you with your schoolwork?” He replied “I don’t but I would have asked really nicely and hoped you were nice enough to help” She replied smiling at him “Fair enough. Maybe next time” He replied “Although after repeating High School a few times I’m sure you’ll be able to just turn in past papers” He laughed “That is where you are wrong. I’ve told mom and dad I’m not repeating High School forever. Once was quite enough. I want to go to college and study further not relearn stuff I already know” She answered him “They agreed?” He asked and she nodded “Yep. It pays to be the ‘baby’ sometimes” He nodded “I bet.”

The Cullens helped decorate the castle with the Volturi guards of a night whilst Renesmee and Lily slept. “So you guys really celebrate Christmas?” Jasper asked as he and Santiago were decorating the training room with gold coloured decorations “Yes, maybe not in the way that your family does but we do celebrate it along with Halloween” Santiago replied “We have a Secret Santa every year that way everyone gets at least one gift, although some of us here in the castle also buy for our friends and of course our mates” He added “We don’t do a Secret Santa we buy for everyone in the family, mates included” Jasper replied “Can I ask you a personal question and I don’t mean any offence by it?” Santiago asked and Jasper nodded “I hear you struggle the most with the vegetarian lifestyle due to your newborn years and I wondered how you are able to control yourself around your human sister?” “I’ll admit it was very hard in the beginning and I used to hunt more often just to try and make sure I wouldn’t hurt her. I was never left alone with her either and Alice and Edward would ‘watch’ me constantly. Esme noticed that I had started to distance myself from Lily and she didn’t like it, so she came up with a plan” Jasper paused as he thought back to when Lily was a baby.

“What did she do?” Santiago asked pulling Jasper back into the present. “My siblings all went hunting one night and Esme wouldn’t let me go with them as I had hunted that morning and once Carlisle got back from the hospital she suggested an impromptu hunting trip just for the two of them…” “Wouldn’t Alice or Edward have seen that coming?” Santiago asked “She was careful of her thoughts and decisions that day for that very reason. So she and Carlisle left the house and I was left alone with Lily who was asleep but she woke up 10 minutes later and it was up me to take care of her and although my throat burned as I held her in my arms trying to soothe her I realised she needed me to protect her as I was her big brother and that the extra hunting wasn’t helping with my self-control.  That only improved by spending more time with her and embracing the burning feeling rather than trying to fight it; because even though it was hard to be around her, she needed me far more than I needed her blood” Jasper answered honestly. “Wow, I’m impressed, not sure she would have survived living here as a baby if I’m being honest as the level of self-control varies among the guards” Santiago replied.

The throne room had an 8ft tree that was decorated with lights and blue and silver decorations “Blue is my favourite colour” Jane said as she, Alice and Alec decorated the tree, although they did ask Felix to add the Star to the top as he was the tallest in the castle. The castle hallways were decorated with garlands that had various coloured ribbons on them, depending what floor they were on. A wreath was hung on the door to the castle entrance and Lily couldn’t believe how much effort the Volturi put into decorating the castle.

Lily and Gianna, the Volturi’s secretary were in charge of ordering food as it was just for the two of them and Ness, unless she decided on the day to have a blood bag or two with the vampires. They ordered a small turkey that was to be picked up on Christmas Eve, along with potatoes and vegetables. They decided on mince pies and cream for dessert and made sure to buy quite a few bottles of Buck’s Fizz and bought some juice for Ness.

Carlisle and Heidi were in charge of getting blood bags for Christmas Day as he was a Doctor and Heidi has ‘connections’ at Tuscany General Hospital. “Does your doctor friend know our secret Heidi?” Carlisle asked as he was curious “He doesn’t ‘know’ but I think he suspects something as he seems to notice the sometimes quick turnover of our secretarial staff” She replied trying to hide her amusement. “Yes, you do seem to go through them rather quickly at times” Carlisle replied on route to the hospital. Once there they spoke to Dr Jones and he advised them “I have organised a private blood drive at the local Health Centre and I will deliver the ‘donations’ to the castle myself” “Thank you Doctor, that is very good of you” She replied smiling “Would you like some help on the day? I am a doctor back in the US” Carlisle offered “That would be very helpful yes, as long as it doesn’t interfere with your holiday” Dr Jones responded “Not at all and it’ll probably be easier if the two of us bring the ‘donations’ to the castle rather than just you” Carlisle smiled and Dr Jones agreed “I’ll see you 09.00am on the 21st then.” Heidi and Carlisle returned to the castle and updated the Kings accordingly.

The Volturi guards got used to the Cullens being in the castle; they even got used to Lily and her scent and the lower and transitory guards kept their distance from her as much as possible which she appreciated. What Lily didn’t know was Demetri decided to give them the warning he had mentioned to Carlisle previously. This took place during a training session one afternoon “As you are all aware Carlisle Cullen and his family are staying with us including their human daughter. I will only warn you all once if any of you hurt Lily Cullen you will be dismembered or at the very least you will earn yourself time in the dungeons. Is that clear?” Demetri addressed the room of vampires who all replied ‘Yes sir or Yes Demetri.’ Felix stood at the side of the room smirking as his friend threatens a room full of vampires if they were hurt the girl. “I said to Carlisle that I would keep Lily safe during her stay and this is one way to ensure that” Demetri said low to Felix once he joined him in the middle of the room ready to start the training session. “I didn’t say anything D” Felix replied low.

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