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Message In A Bottle - DR3 x fem!OC

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Summary: After Dan lets something slip in their phone call after FP2 in China, Em makes a split second decision to make sure he’s ok. Three flights later it’s worth every moment of it.

Warnings: Smut (18+ only!).

Word count: 8.6k

A/N: We know that 2022 won the poll, but we have been working on this one for quite a while!

April 2019

The alarm at one fifty in the morning was too loud as Em hit her phone to switch it off, rolling over to pick the offending object off the nightstand. If anyone had ever told her that she would be willingly awake so she could watch cars do a Formula One practice at two in the morning she’d call them a liar, but there she was. She dragged herself to the couch with her phone in one hand and a blanket in the other to create a cocoon to watch practice from.

She kept a look out for Dan’s yellow and black car, watching him take the track with ease. Her nerves were still high, she couldn’t forget how he looked when he’d DNF’d in Australia, and then the sadness in his voice when she called after the Bahrain race. She’d wanted to be there with him, but she couldn’t justify the cost of flights and it fucking sucked. Em missed her boys and the three weeks they’d been apart so far had been fucking awful. And it was nearly another week until she’d arrive in LA to go to Coachella with Dan.

Seeing Dan finish the practice near the top of the timings made her smile, and she texted a selfie of her face in the dark room along with a well done, proud of you to him. Watching him do media in that stupid yellow cap made her grin to see an actual smile on his face for the first time in weeks. Almost everything to do with Dan made her smile if she was honest and she couldn’t help it. Once he was on her screen she hit send on the text, watching as the moment his phone vibrated in his pocket he stilled for a millisecond. She could see how his expression and body language changed. For nearly anyone else it would have been unnoticeable, but Em wasn’t just anyone. Ten minutes later she had a response.

You were watching? It’s three in the fucking morning baby girl.

I couldn’t miss you driving.

Instead of another text as a response her phone buzzed with a call, Dan’s grin filling her screen. She answered, determined to keep happy with him.

“Hey Handsome, well done!” She said as Dan let out a sigh.

“Thanks. I…yeah. At least we finished. We made it through the practice and neither engine broke down.” There was no sassy reply, no silly comment, no nickname. It was worrying.

“Dan, you can’t perform miracles when the car is still developing. You were ahead of Pierre, you were barely behind Max. You beat Nico. You’re getting everything you can out of this car already. The points are coming, Babe, I promise.”

“Yeah.” He sounded dejected and she wanted to wipe his frown away. Dan’s face should never have a frown on it, he was built to smile. “I just miss you. Can you please just come out? Never mind, it’s stupid. Forget I said anything. It’s too fucking far away, I hate being thousands of miles away.”

It was the disappointment in his voice that made her make a split second decision.

“Dan…”

“Look, I have to go, we’ve got an engineering briefing and Mike wants to do some stretching. I’ll talk to you soon.”

He hung up without saying goodbye and that’s when Em knew just how bad it was. Her encouragement had helped him before in Melbourne, it had helped when they FaceTimed after the race in Bahrain, but this time it did nothing.

She checked the time - quarter to four in the morning. She could do this. Daniel deserved the effort. It took fifteen minutes to change, pack a backpack with some clothes, and order a taxi that was waiting outside her flat to bring her to Heathrow. The driver thought she was crazy with just her carry on, asking her questions.

“Where are you off to then, Luv?” He wondered, a proper Cockney accent asking questions.

“Last minute trip to China. A friend needs me.”

“Without a suitcase?”

“If I spend the time to pack I won’t make it in time. All I need is some clothes and I can sort everything else when I’m there.”

“Must be a really important friend for you to do a trip like this.” He smiled as he looked at her through the rear view mirror. Em just nodded, not really sure what to say.

She made it to the Hainian Air ticket counter and handed over her credit card to pay the disgustingly expensive ticket charge. It was about to wipe out most of her savings but seeing Dan’s face when she got in would be worth it. Before she boarded her first flight - the first of three because ew - she called Blake.

“Hey Ems, can I call you back? I’m about to go into a meeting.”

“I won’t be able to answer. Is Dan there?”

“No. What’s going on?” Her neighbour sounded confused and she grinned, half listening to the announcement that her flight would board shortly.

“I need you to organise a car to meet me in Shanghai International at ten fifteen in the morning to bring me to the track.”

“Ems. What the fuck?”

“I’m waiting to board my flight, I get into Shanghai in the morning. Blake he called me and he needs me. He’s not okay. So I’m about to get on a plane and I’m coming straight to the track. Can you get me a pass so I can get in?”

“Consider it done. You’re insane. You know that?”

“You adore me anyway.”

“Damn right I do, TimTam. I’ll book the car and make sure Dan doesn’t know. Text in between your flights?”

“Gotcha. And thanks. I’ve gotta go, we’re boarding.”

The fact that Blake didn’t argue with her meant that she was doing the right thing. Michael was the optimist in their group, he was the one who insisted everything would turn out great at all times. Meanwhile Blake was the realist. It was part of his job as Dan’s manager. He was realistic and honest and blunt when he needed to be. It was part of why she adored him so much. This had to be a good thing.

If you asked Em exactly what she did on her layovers she couldn’t tell you. The one in Brussels was long, eating breakfast and people watching to get her through it. It was getting to evening in Shanghai and she wanted to be as on time as she could be. The main thing she did was cancel her flight to LA for Coachella. This trip was wiping her out enough, the festival wasn’t happening. Maybe next year she could do it. At least the BA flight was the refundable option, it’d cover part of the cost of her flight to China.

The final thing before boarding the flight to Beijing was texting Dan that she was in client meetings all day and wouldn’t be able to talk to him, but good luck for FP3 and she’d try to call him before qualifying. On board the flight Em just tried to sleep for most of it. It was ten hours long and she spent most of it with a crappy pillow behind her head and thin blanket over her lap thanks to the broken sleep the night before. The food wasn’t great but it wasn’t the worst, and she forced down the breakfast they gave her. Nerves made it hard to eat, so nervous about seeing Dan. Would he actually be happy to see her? She hoped so. He said he wanted her there, but it was easy to say that when she wasn’t able to actually get there.

When she arrived in Beijing and connected her phone to Wi-Fi there was a text from Dan saying he missed her. She couldn’t reply yet, UK Emmy should be in bed before getting up for FP3. The other texts were from Blake confirming that someone would be waiting for her at arrivals, and how to get her pass and where to go once she made it to arrivals. Passport control was a pain, but she made it through after some questions about the last minute booking and why Shanghai. Blake’s texts confirming the pass and photos of her at other races getting her through.

The long layover in Beijing gave her a chance to drink yet more coffee and eat some breakfast to prepare for the chaos that was about to ensue. The two hour long flight went by quickly, and once she was off the final plane for a few days she walked straight out into baggage claim to search for whoever from Renault got the task of picking her up. Instead of a driver or someone in a team shirt Blake stood there, a wide grin on his face as she hugged him.

“I figured it was easier to just pick you up myself. Remember when you said that I just needed to get you a pass for Melbourne? That you didn’t want to go to any other flyaway races?” She laughed at his joking tone, watching as he took in her lack of luggage. “Where is everything?”

“If I packed I’d miss my flight. I’ll need to pick up something because I’ve just got a few tees and extra underwear, nothing else. How long will it take to get to the track?”

“I thought you’d want to go to the hotel?”

“If I get near a bed I’m falling asleep for the day, so track it is. How is he?”

“Honestly? Not great. Frustrated, he reminds me of the end of last year.

Her heart broke at Blake’s words, thinking about the way Dan had nearly given up at the end of last year. They’d worked so hard to help him this year and if it didn’t work she didn’t know what they’d do. The hour drive to the circuit felt like a lifetime, Blake telling her to nap on the drive so she could see him when she got there. It was scanning her pass and going straight to the Renault garage, waving at the mechanics she’d met in Australia and nodding at Cyril, who had a wide smile when he saw her.

Practice was nearly over but she watched the end from his drivers room. The last thing she wanted was Dan seeing her in public, she wanted their reunion to be private. She knew everyone would keep that she was there a secret so it was safe until he came in. Instead she sat in the small room with the tiny tv, watching Dan’s car solidly in P13. It was only practice as she counted down, but she knew he’d be devastated by it. Hearing him over the radio asking where he was compared to Nico hurt her heart and she wanted to run down to the garage to see him. It might have been practice but things weren’t good at all for him.

The cameras were focused on Dan getting out of the car to talk to his engineer, flashing a wide grin at the lenses. She could tell it was fake as soon as she saw it, his eyes not lit up like usual. All Em wanted to do was run down to him and wrap him in her arms, but she couldn’t save him from the media questions. She muted the tv as media rounds began, wanting to see his face but not listen to him blame himself. A couple more minutes and he could relax and be himself, she could hold him and be held by him and have that reminder that people cared about him for so many more reasons than just being a driver. They could hide from the world until his engineering meeting, and she’d stand in the garage to watch him in qualifying.

They cut from the interview with Daniel and her phone buzzed from with a text from Mike to bring her back to reality. As she opened her messages one from Dan came in, asking if she was watching. A quick I’ll talk to you in 5 xx was enough to stop him from calling her straight away, her message from Michael a warning that Dan was on his way back.

She hated keeping anything from him, hated that she’d told him a lie that she was busy with clients and time zones so she couldn’t talk to him while she was flying. Lying to Dan just felt so, so wrong. She’d never drawn that line between them. From the moment they started texting she always answered the phone when Dimples called her. There’d been too many talks when they were on opposite sides of the world for her not to, too many times she’d gotten a call where she’d answer with sleep thick on her voice and he’d immediately curse and try to do timezone maths. For a man who knew so much about engineering and the physics of airflow, he couldn’t always do basic maths.

She sat there nearly vibrating with nerves and excitement as she heard three all too familiar Australian accents coming towards her. She didn’t know what they were talking about and she didn’t really care. If it was important she’d find out later, but Dan was right there and she’d get to see his big brown eyes in a moment. The door opened as Dan entered first. Blake and Michael grinned at her from behind him as Dan ranted before realising she was there.

“I know its a project but I don’t even know if I’ll finish the race. If I DNF tomorrow then I’m the first to do that since 2017. Another one in Baku and I’m the first to do that since Alonso and Sainz in 2015. It’s so… Emmy?”

Dan turned around and finally saw her sitting there with a smile on her face. His own lit up as he realised it was actually her, coming across the small room to pull her into a hug. His arms wrapped around her waist and shoulders as she pulled him in tightly, their height difference coming into play. She didn’t care that he was in his sweat soaked nomex fireproofs, that he smelled of sweat and fuel and rubber. Dan was there and she was there and despite the cost and hardship this hug was so worth it.

“You’re here?” He asked, barely more than a whisper.”

“Hi, Babe.” She smiled as she leaned against his body wile speaking so lowly that nobody else could hear her. There were times when she was sure that despite being a grown man, a professional athlete, Dan was so fragile that if she spoke too loudly he’d break. This felt like one of those times.

“What are you doing here?”

It broke her heart to take her hands from around his body but she knew he needed to look at her. His hands didn’t release her, just arms extending to give her space. The only real movement he made was to cup her cheek with his right hand, his thumb running along the soft skin.

“You asked me to come, so here I am.” She shrugged casually, acting as if crossing half the world in less than a day to see him was the most normal thing she could do in the world. Even in the surreal universe Dan lived in it wasn’t, but the awe on his face was so worth it. “And I know you’re going to say it so no, I can confirm you didn’t crash and hit your well protected head very hard. You’re not hallucinating. I’m really here. I’m real and a mess and I’ve spent too many hours on too many planes, but I’m real.”

He pulled her body against his before she could even think about it. It was the tightest hug she thought he’d ever given her, even closer than their first hug, but she wasn’t complaining about it. Em had taken three flights and dealt with awkward border patrol just so she could get a hug exactly like this one, so she held on and hugged him back. What she didn’t expect was Daniel to hide his face against her neck like a shy kid. She definitely didn’t expect to feel him place a soft kiss against her neck or his hands running up her back under her shirt as if his life depended on it, memorising every square millimetre of skin. As she felt him squeeze her tighter she just held him closer, ignoring the sweat and grime that would usually make her push him off.

“Thank you,” he whispered. It was so real and sincere that it broke her heart to hear him.

“You don’t need to thank me. I missed you too,” Em confessed. Saying it twice in twenty four hours was a lot for them, but it felt right to get it off her chest. Dan deserved to know she missed him whenever they weren’t together. “But you need to get changed, Babe.”

“What, do I stink too much?”

“Not as much as I do after travelling, but you have your engineering debrief. Go and I’ll have your lunch when you get back.”

She tried to ignore the disappointed whine Dan let out from the back of his throat. She ignored it the same way she ignored the exasperated breath he always released just before letting her go. She knew that little breath the same way she knew the back of her hand or the tattoos covering his thigh.

It was his little “I don’t want to do this” complaint. She’d heard it so many times before, especially early on dark mornings when he had to leave the comfort of her bed and the warmth of her body against his. It was the same little breath before his inevitable “I wish I could stay” when he had to go back to his hotel room alone instead of falling asleep with her in his arms. It was the same breath he let out when they had their final hug in an airport before she got on a flight to London and he flew to wherever the next race was, even though they just wanted to stay together.

This breath was exactly the same, but instead of letting her go so she could catch a plane, he was the one who had to leave to go to work.

“Are you having lunch with me?” He asked, looking down at her face and moving her hair from her shoulder.

“If you want me to.”

“I always want you to. And I can smell you, you don’t stink.” Dan grinned, stroking her cheek with his thumb and making her smile.

“I really do. I need to steal your deodorant. And maybe one of your shirts. I sort of didn’t pack anything to make my flight.”

“Whatever you want, it’s yours. But I do have a price. And it’s kind of expensive…”

Em didn’t need to be able to read minds to know what Daniel wanted. More than eighteen months of knowing him and almost a year of sleeping with him was enough for her to know his mind perfectly. She didn’t need to ask permission to put her hand on the back of his neck, push up on her tiptoes and meet him halfway to push their lips together. It had been more than three weeks since she’d seen him and she had no intention of flying home without at least one kiss. Even if all she’d gotten was a goodbye one. Blake and Michael had left the room when they were hugging and Em was so glad. She didn’t intend to have a full make out session right there in the middle of the room when she knew Dan needed to get ready and leave, but the second he deepened the kiss she was lost.

She missed this so much. She missed his kisses, the feeling of their tongues touching and the taste of his lips. She missed feeling him smile against her lips. She missed how his hands roamed her body like he was trying to remember every single inch of her even though he knew her by heart now. She missed tangling her fingers in his messy curls, the way he’d moan at the sensation and pull her even closer to him. She missed how he made her lose the entire concept of time because there was nothing better than Dan and being together.

She missed the way her lips turned red and tender thanks to stubble burn that matched the inside of her thighs, the way just that sensation could turn her on. She missed the wetness between her legs that appeared as if by magic when he touched her, and his cocky grin when she begged him to touch her because she was so desperate. She missed the butterflies in her stomach making a mess so big that she would come close to saying out loud what she’d barely admitted to herself. That she’d blurt out he was the best she’d ever had. The best sex, the best kisses, the best man she had opened her heart to and he’d made a home in it.

“Is that enough?” She asked while her lips still touched hers even as she spoke, trying in vain to hide the smile he’d put on her face. He didn’t need to answer, it wasn’t enough. It was never enough for Daniel and she was so thankful for that because it was never enough for her either. Dan reached to kiss her again, running the top of his tongue against her lower lip, making her moan softly as he did. They stayed like that for longer than they should have until logic came roaring back to Em’s brain and she finally broke their kiss.

“You need to go.”

“Just another minute?”

“I’ll be right there with the boys waiting for you, ok? It’s not like I can go anywhere until I work out how I’m getting home. I’ll see you after your debrief for lunch.” She pecked his lips once before moving away.

“Monday is gonna be a fun day for us, yeah?”

“Go!”

She left the room with one of Dan’s spare tees in her hand, along with a stick of deodorant. Michael pointed her to a bathroom so she could attempt to make herself look more human than she actually felt. A hair tie bunched the shirt at her hip instead of it being a dress, and she could act like she belonged in the paddock with her pass around her neck instead of just tagging along. Michael and Blake waited for her, walking across to Renault hospitality with her and ordering a caramel latte as she sat down.

“Lunch will be over in twenty, Dan should be back by then. Is he ok?” Michael asked, Em nodding as she took a sip of the drink.

“He’s doing better. We didn’t really have a conversation, I just let him get his feelings out. I thought that was more important. I promised him I’d be here for lunch.”

“Will caffeine get you through the day?” Blake asked and she shrugged.

“I think I got about six hours sleep on the flight? We left Brussels at two their time, so nine here. And arrived in Beijing at six in the morning. I’ll need chocolate and caffeine.” The three laughed, Mike putting a sponsor chocolate next to her coffee.

“It’s you, I figured you’d want some at the very least.”

“You know me too well, Mikey.”

Dan arrived as their lunches were being put on the table, sliding into the booth beside Em and hooking his foot around her ankle. His plate of meat and veggies looked unappetising to her, but Dan ate quickly while she picked at her chicken noodles.

“You ok?” He asked, Em nodding in response.

“Just tired. Food’s good though.” She made herself keep eating, letting the conversation and music wash over her as she did. She managed to finish the plate, following everyone back to the garage and standing in the back beside Blake. He handed her a set of black headphones with a silver Renault logo on one ear. The other had Emmy in small silver script. Em raised an eyebrow, Blake smiling at her expression.

“Dan wanted to make sure you could listen to his radio during qualifying and the race, no matter which ones you’re at. So he got you your own headphones.”

When Dan came down in his fireproofs with his race suit half done up he walked over to them, Em reaching out her arms for their hug. He pulled her close before they separated, doing up his suit and putting his helmet on.

“Go fast, Danny,” she whispered and saw his eyes crinkle in a grin, kissing the side of his helmet before he went back to the car and she stepped out from behind the tires to the viewing area. Nico was on his side of the garage getting ready and the last thing she wanted to do was get in anyone’s way.

If she was actually more awake and alert she’d have loved watching the different cars go past the garage. Since she’d met Dan she’d been to more races than she ever thought possible, and seeing the cars drive down the pit lane at slower speeds than on track hadn’t lost its shine. It was still weird to her that she was on nodding terms with multiple drivers, that she was on first name terms with a world champion. But there she was.

Seeing Dan’s name easily into Q2 made her grin, and the nail biting wait to see if he made it to Q3 was painful, but when he did it she squeezed Blake’s hand. It was the first time this season, but he was there. He was starting in the right half of the grid, the intense pride surging through her as she grinned.

Seeing him get to seventh and finish there at the end of qualifying? That was the icing on the cake. The garage celebrated the fourth row lockout for the team after a really solid qualifying performance. As Dan got out of the car he immediately made his way to them, wrapping them all in hugs. Em wanted to reach up and kiss him but they were in public, she couldn’t. It was a hug that lasted for slightly longer than appropriate, but neither of them could care.

They all agreed to head back to the hotel once Dan’s debrief was over, room service dinners and an early night. Tomorrow was too important to even think about staying for dinner in hospitality, sleep before the all important race the plan. Em could feel the exhaustion hitting her, a pilfered Red Bull from outside the energy station that she’d downed between two buildings barely helping her.

“Ems?” Blake asked, seeing how her steps had slowed.

“The jet lag just hit in full force. Ugh.”

“C’mon.” He went to put an arm around her shoulders but Dan got there first, slipping his arm around their waist as the four of them walked out. She was aware of the camera flashes going off but she didn’t care. It was hard enough to keep one foot going in front of the other. Once they were in the car she could hear the debate about where she was staying begin but she stayed out of it.

To her complete surprise it was Dan who won that debate. When he insisted Em should stay in his room because “it has two beds, it means nobody’s sharing a bed”, she thought he was joking. It was clearly an excuse made up for Michael and Blake to believe, but it worked because neither of them said anything about how bad an excuse it was. Friends could share rooms, it was more than fine. Just another little white lie that wouldn’t hurt anyone except Em every time she had to hear the word “friend” while Dan argued.

She pushed all that to one side as she walked down the long hallway of the hotel on their floor, Dan by her side. He had her backpack in one hand, his other one clasping hers tightly. She wasn’t letting herself overthink this. She wasn’t going to put words to her feelings because that was a dangerous road to go down. All she wanted was to lie in bed with Daniel, his arms around her and his lips pushing kisses to her forehead. Once that happened she’d be able to get a good nights sleep. It’d be even better if there were no clothes involved.

At least one part of her dream came true nearly immediately. As soon as the door was closed and the lock was flipped closed, Dan pulled her into a kiss. Their shirts were quickly removed, Dan pulling their bodies together with just her bra in between.

“So this room has two beds, huh? You always take the one by the window, want me to take the other one?” Emma joked, biting her lower lip in an attempt to hide the moan that she knew would leave her lips soon. Dan began pressing a series of kisses along her bare shoulder, reaching up the column of her neck and finishing at her earlobe as he began to speak.

“Nope. It was just a lame excuse to get you in my room. You’re crazy if you think I’m letting you sleep all the way over there,” he whispered in her ear, the shivers going all the way down her body from his lips barely touching her. It was the usual effect of his skin on hers. It happened every single time they were together, but after weeks apart it was always more intense.

“It’s not that far!”

“Too far for me.”

“But it looks comfy?” Em giggled while Dan lifted her and threw her onto the bed, crawling over her until his face was right in front of hers. She stared into his eyes as something in the air changed, Dan leaning down to kiss her. It was so soft it felt like either of them could break at any second, but when they separated he pulled her tightly to him. She knew this Dan. The one who was afraid she would disappear into thin air at any second. It wasn’t hard for her to realise he was still having a hard time comprehending she was right there in his arms.

“I’m real. I promise, Danny, I’m actually here. I’m not going anywhere, Baby,” she whispered, running her fingers through his messy curls and up and down the soft skin on his back. She’d do this all night if he needed the reminder that she was right there with him.

“You mean it?”

“Of course I do. I came all the way to China just to see you so you’re stuck with me. At least for the weekend.”

“More like the whole month. We can make arrangements for the whole year, you can come with us.” It was half pleading and part of her was screaming to say yes even though she knew it was impossible.

“Danny, Baby, you know we can’t. We both have to work, there’s enough going on. But I’m right here for this one, and all the European ones too. Plus you and me in Austin again. Ok?”

“Fine.”

After they ordered and ate their meals they spent the evening curled up in bed with Criminal Minds playing lowly on the tv. It was soft kisses and Em’s fingers running through his hair to make sure he was relaxed. Dan fell asleep holding on to her and Em smiled, more than content to sit there in the quiet.

She didn’t really sleep that night. She never did, really. Not the night before a race she was attending. She was always nervous and pent up, and this night was worse because of how she’d gotten there. Usually she’d be able to relax the week before and get extra sleep, but her change of plans meant she was running on near empty. But she dozed in Dan’s arms as he slept peacefully, and his sleep was the most important to her.

The next morning they woke up to a knock on the door and “Mr Ricciardo, your requests have arrived!”. It was time to get up anyway, their usual making out before getting up replaced with the start of a race day. Michael arrived with Dan’s breakfast - and a chicken and cheese omelette for Em that she yelled a thanks for - before leaving them to eat. As she took a forkful Dan handed over the bag from the hotel to her, watching as she pulled out the contents. Inside were three pairs of jeans, each looking like they’d fit her perfectly. Black skinny jeans, navy skinny jeans, and a pair of lighter blue slightly wider legged ones.

“Danny…”

“You got on a fucking plane to see me because I asked. You left everything behind to do this. The very least I can do is get you some fucking clothes when you didn’t even stop to pack for me.”

“I was going to find somewhere to get something.” She looked at the labels, spotting the brand. “You’re not even sponsored by Pepe anymore. What the fuck, Dan?”

“I know people. I know your sizes, and I know exactly how your waist and ass feel, denim or not. It was easy for me to get them and you need them, right? Please, Emmy. Just accept a present for once?”

“Fine.” She leaned against him before reaching up to kiss him in thanks. It still didn’t feel quite real to her, that her best friend and the guy who she slept with regularly would just do this for her.

They made their way to the circuit in a car together, passes around necks and Dan and Michael in their full black and yellow ensembles. They reminded her of bees, and she made Blake giggle by whispering it to them as they walked behind the others.

“Please say that to Cyril later.”

“Sure.”

Dan and Michael had to disappear for meetings and race planning so Em sat across from Blake in hospitality, pulling out her iPad to get an hour or two of work in. A couple of clients had sent things while she was in the air and at the circuit, so she got to work transcribing what she could when the noise wasn’t too bad or editing the templates they’d sent.

“Nico, hey.” She lifted her head from the screen to see Dan’s teammate sit beside them, the blond man taking the seat next to her.

“Em, right? Dan’s…friend?” His tone was strange but she ignored it, closing her email to actually talk to him and be friendly.

“Yeah, we’re friends. We met through Blake actually. Sorry I didn’t say hi to you yesterday, it was busy. I’m sorry about Bahrain, it was tough on the team.”

“Thanks. You’re only here for qualifying and the race?”

“Yeah.” She smiled apologetically, gesturing to the tablet in front of her. “I had to work until my flight out, have to do some while I’m here too. But it’s worth it to see the race and cheer Dan and you on.”

“Oh,” The word seemed filled with more than two letters could hold. She knew why she was there, she knew Dan wanted her to be there. She could ignore his teammate and be polite when she needed to be. It was fine.

“Ems, formation lap and the race are starting soon. Want to head in the garage?” Blake stood and pushed his chair in.

“Perfect.” She smiled at Nico as she stood, Blake escorting her into the garage as they showed their passes. “What was that for?”

“No idea. Ignore him, that’s what I do.” She laughed and made her way to Dan’s drivers room as Michael was leaving.

“He’s got a minute.”

When she knocked and entered Dan had his headphones on, bouncing to a song, but as soon as he saw her they moved to around his neck.

“Having fun?” He asked with a smirk.

“Yeah, I am.” Em grinned, pulling him into a hug. “Drive fast, be safe, and I’ll see you at the checkered flag.” She pushed a kiss to his cheek for good luck, Dan pulling her into a proper kiss for the briefest of moments.

“I haven’t seen it yet this season.”

“You called me your lucky charm, remember?” His fingers traced over the planchette tattoo on her inner arm, tapping twice at the yes symbol.

“I remember. Gonna make it there just for you.” He kissed her forehead and Em left the room, Dan a few paces behind her.

Watching the race was torturous. The garage was always so loud, the earplugs she wore under the headphones not helping much to dull the noise. She hated the way people’s attention was on her, the tv cameras finding her once or twice during parts of the race with less overtaking. Em hated how her name appeared on screen with “Daniel Ricciardo’s friend”. Netflix had called her that on Drive to Survive for the three seconds she’d been on it, so people had run with it. Now her instagram was public knowledge and people left comments on her posts about watching races she was at. It was so weird to have people invested in her, but it was becoming normal. Ish.

She held her breath for what felt like the entire final lap even though she knew she didn’t really need to. Dan had built up a gap to Checo and watching him come in with those sweet six points in his pocket was beautiful. The entire garage was cheering, Blake’s arm around her shoulders. Even Nico’s mechanics joined in, although their driver was understandably frustrated from his retirement. Em celebrated along, watching as Dan was swept up in delight.

It felt as sweet as Monaco, proof that two retirements didn’t matter because he’d done it. He’d gotten Renault on the constructors board and those points were his, from a car that arguably shouldn’t have held off the rest of the midfield for so long. Because that was her Dan and he was a talented driver. She watched everyone congratulate him, Dan searching her out to give her a hug.

“Best good luck charm ever.”

“I did try!”

Em kept an eye as he left the garage to go for interviews with a grin on his face. He’d led the midfield for the entire race and didn’t let anyone past him. He’d kept his cool and she got to see him be so happy. What else could she really want?

They spent that night at a restaurant trading bites of food, the four of them relaxed and enjoying it. The original plan had been for Michael and Blake to head back to England on Monday morning, and Dan to go to LA where Em would meet him. Now he was staying in China for a few extra days with her. Until when, she wasn’t sure, it depended on whatever madcap route she could get to go home. Her credit card was about to take a beating, even with the LA flight refund arriving in her bank account.

The next morning Em woke before Dan, pulling out her iPad and siting at the desk to try work out flights. He startled her by putting his hand on her shoulder, leaning over before sitting down in the other chair.

“What’re you doing?”

“Trying to work out what flight I’m booking to get home? There’s a bunch of random budget airlines I can try, but the idea of being lost in Kyrgyzstan or Uzbekistan is a little worrying.”

“Why Kyrgyzstan or Uzbekistan?” He butchered the pronunciation and she smiled, bringing up her travel app to show the route she’d built.

“I can get from Shanghai to X’ian, and then X’ian to Bishkek. After that it’s kind of a crapshoot to get home depending on if I go through Russia or not, but I think I can go from Bishkek to Istanbul and then do Ryanair flights from Istanbul to Milan, and Milan to London. It’s just over two days of travelling, but I can make it work and I’ll be home by Saturday.”

“But we’re going to Coachella this weekend?”

“I can’t, Danny.” The way he was looking at her killed her inside and made her want to cry but she had to keep it together. “I’ll pay you back for the ticket if you can’t sell it, but I can’t make it.”

“Why not? I’ll book your flight from here to LA now. We’ve got our tickets, you’re staying with me. Yeah you’re not using the flight out but you’ve got the flight home. Don’t worry about it.”

“I can’t afford it.” The words hurt to admit, Em letting her hair cover part of her face. “I booked a last minute flight to China, Danny. I had to make a choice so I cancelled my flights for LA. I’m just going home. Not all of us get paid the big bucks. It’s fine, I’ll see you when you get home.”

Money was always the thing that had been an unspoken potential disagreement with them. She’d argued with him time and time again about all the things he paid for when they were together, the presents he bought. The way he’d paid for their flights to Australia for Christmas and wouldn’t let her contribute. The constant arguments about him wanting to pay for her birth control. She hated admitting she couldn’t afford something. His eyes hardened for just a moment before pulling her over to him for a hug.

“Emmy. Never feel like you have to do this again. I’m so, so fucking glad you’re here. I’m so glad that that you came, but if it means you worry about money then don’t do it. And I’m paying for your flight to LA.”

“My outfits and everything are at home.”

“I’ll get you new ones.” He pressed a kiss to her to make her smile.

“The flights?”

“I’m booking you on my flight and you’re coming. And on my flight home.” Another kiss with another disagreement.”

“I don’t have anywhere to stay.”

“I own a fucking house there and you’re using somewhere to stay as an excuse? Seriously?” She smiled and reached to kiss him, staring right into his eyes.

“Dan…”

“I want you to come.”

“Danny. I just…”

“Emmy. If you really, really don’t want to go then that’s fine. I’ll book you a flight straight back to London, a direct one, and you can head home. But if this is because of your pride or you think you don’t deserve it or you don’t want me to spend money on you then I have some bad news for you Baby Girl. You’re worth every single penny I spend on us. That’s why I get paid way too much money so I can spoil us like this.”

“I don’t want to be a burden. You pay for everything. I don’t. I’m not your friend because of money or your job or any of that. I never want that to be a factor between us.”

“It’s not one.” He stood, lifting her easily and moving them to the bed with her perched on his lap. “Em I get paid way too much. Plus there’s sponsor deals and everything else and I’m lucky enough that I don’t need to worry about money. You are so important to me. So I’m paying for this flight and I’m sending the money for your flight out here because it’s my fault you’re here.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m positive. I don’t want you spending two days travelling when we can go together. Ok?”

“Ok.” He pushed kisses to her face, Em grinning as his hands slipped under her shirt. “Having fun there?”

“I have a beautiful woman on my lap, I’m only human. Plus, we didn’t exactly get to enjoy ourselves last night.” He caught her lips with his, her shirt pulled off and Dan immediately moving to cup her boobs. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” Her lips immediately went along his jaw, Dan’s hands pushing their underwear down. He lifted Em up slightly to push her panties off, a rip heard through the room. “Please tell me you didn’t rip-“

“I’ll get you a new set. Promise.”

His fingers were immediately playing at her clit, rubbing soft circles as he teased her. Em gasped, desperate for him to push at least one finger in but he held off.

“Gonna be at Coachella with me, Emmy? Gonna spend a week with you and me and the sun? I can’t wait to be there with you and dance with you, get to see you in your sparkly brilliance. You never even realise how good you look, do you?”

“Danny please. Don’t tease me.” All she wanted was to grind down on him, desperate for friction and movement. He set her body on fire so easily, Em holding onto his shoulders as she moved without realising.

“But it’s so fun. It’s more fun when I do this though.” Without warning he began fucking her with his fingers, her head thrown back in ecstasy. Dan had learned every single way to get her off in the last year and this was a sure fire way. Two fingers twisting and hitting the perfect spot inside her, his thumb or tongue on her clit depending on the position they were in. Her quiet moans got slightly louder, Dan’s kisses on her neck encouraging them. He loved hearing every sound she made, the ones she’d forced herself to be quiet about for too long.

“Right there Emmy. I’m not going to fuck you until I get to feel you cum at least once. Right there such a good girl for me, aren’t you? So pretty like this. Just let go, Baby. Let me feel you, let me hear you.”

Between the words and the sensations Em came with a low groan, her lips pressed to Dan’s shoulder as she shook with desperation. He fucked her through her orgasm, continuing to murmur in her ear as she came back.

“Thank you,” she murmured, Dan kissing her.

“You never need to thank me, Baby Girl. I’ve got you.” He pulled his fingers away and Em licked at them to clean them, watching his face light up before he pulled her for a filthy kiss. It was Dan and her and she’d never thought anyone would want to kiss her when she tasted of herself but he could never get enough of that. She moved slightly, feeling Dan line himself up and slide into her as she sat down to take him fully.

That was the sensation she loved. The slight stretch, the way he felt so perfect in her. The gasp he let out every single time. Usually like this they’d take an age to just be close, but instead she knew it wouldn’t be as slow as normal. His lips were against her shoulder, sucking a mark she knew would last. She should argue, but it was too good. Until she rolled her hips and they both began to move.

It was soft kisses and touches, Dan making sure she was well on her way to a second orgasm and taking pride in it. She was holding it back barely, determined to keep things lasting, when the worst thing that could happen did.

The door to the hotel room opened and she heard Michael begin to speak as he walked in.

“Mate do you not check your phone in the morning? I thought we were I DID NOT NEED TO SEE THIS!”

“Get out!” Dan yelled, pulling a sheet around them. His hands had been covering her boobs, playing with them at the exact right moment. Em pushed her face into his neck, hiding herself away.

“Fuck. Fuck. What the fuck?! USE THE DAMN DO NOT DISTURB YOU ASSHOLE!” The door slammed shut and Em stayed still, holding onto Dan. This was her worst case scenario. They’d been so careful to keep this hidden, to make sure the boys didn’t know that they were sleeping together. And in one moment they knew.

“You ok?” Dan whispered to her, his hands running up and down her back.

“Mortified? That was pretty much the thing I didn’t want to happen.”

“It’s gonna be fine. They won’t say anything, I promise. I won’t let them.”

She kissed Dan harshly, pulling his face to hers. Of course he was making sure she was ok. He always did that for Em. His hips thrust up and she laughed, moving back against him.

“Not even getting walked in on is stopping us, is it?” She giggled, Dan laughing back at her while pressing kisses to her cheeks. He turned them over, Em on her back as he made sure to get her back to that second orgasm before he came, the two of them holding each other before going to the bathroom to clean up.

When they came down for breakfast Michael was quiet and didn’t say a word. Things didn’t feel different between them, and it was hugs goodbye to him and Blake as they left for the airport to go back to London. She and Dan were spending two days in Shanghai before flying to LA on Wednesday, and they were going to take advantage of every minute.

They held hands while walking around the streets, Dan letting Em choose their plans. She brought them on a boat trip down the Huangpu river so they could see the city from the water, a selfie of her and Dan one of her favourite photos. They went to the Shanghai Museum so she could see the art from centuries before. Dan watched her watching it, smiling at her excitement. It was a whistle stop tour and she could have spent even more time there, but instead it was curling up in bed at night, sex alone without the worry of anyone walking in on them. Dan had to do some phone interviews but they were simple and she worked while he did. Their last day in Shanghai was a late one, their flight not until nine that night. But instead of worrying about how long it would take they relaxed and wandered the city again.

Em brought him up the Oriental Pearl so they could get photos of the entire city. People ignored them, just looking like any other Western tourists. It was different to being in Perth or parts of Europe where he was recognised immediately, even if people in Perth left him alone with a nod of recognition.

Instead it was to the airport, checking in with her clothes in Dan’s case. They settled in the lounge as Em people watched and they ate dinner, preparing to nap for a little while at the start of the twelve hour flight.

“You know before I met you I’d never travelled anything except economy?” Em said, taking a sip of the Coke Zero in front of her.

“You deserve it. It’s a long flight, we don’t get into LA till like six. I’d rather we can be comfy before getting to the house and relaxing.”

“Yeah, but still. Just weird. I feel like I’m being spoilt here.”

“And you deserve all of it.”

Sitting into the plane and being greeted by name Em just smiled, watching as Dan sat in the pod beside her. How could she want anything else?

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Hello my dear writer , this is the first time I dare to ask for a request so I hope not to be a bother for you 😥😅 .You ask me if I could ask for a Zoro x Reader . With a plot where the reader is a doctor widely recognized in the seas for his skills and knowledge , as well as being a very beautiful and kind woman . And at some point in the journey , after he unites the straw hats and establishes a relationship with the marimo . A well-known pirate captain , handsome and terribly rich , find

her and confesses his love to her after she had saved him from illness . He offers her a safe and carefree life , but the reader refuses because she already has Zoro and loves him too much (even if he is a heathen who does not bathe 😂). Zoro feels insecure and upset , because this guy can offer his girl things he can't . But in the end it all ends well , with something fluffy and sweet between the two.

(A/n: the request was sent in parts so I added the second half above)

The Love Doctor

(SFW)

Zoro angst/fluff

Warning: mentions of being sick, thriller bark spoilers, mentions of brief death, slight spoilers for sabaody/fisherman island, swearing, arguments, mentions of drinking, mentions of being drunk, confession

Word Count: 3,500

Your life had settled into stability.

It was comfortable.

You, much like a few members of the crew you were now bound to, had worked hard to study medicine. You had formed a close knitted group with the young doctor on board, followed by the surgeon, Law, once the alliance was formed. It was obvious to many of your friends you were different, in ways established early on into finding the band of pirates. They had known about your public past, aware of the impressive patterns with your medicine and overall beauty, leaving the worst generation in a bid to have you.

Your paths had crossed the Strawhats in a twist of fait, stumbling across a sickened cook that you later found to be Sanji. To express his gratitude, he invited you back to the ship, cooking for you the most abundant and delicious banquet you had ever eaten. The people you gathered around the table with settled into the quirkiest bunch of pirates you had ever encountered; instantly bewitching your need for a better, more connected life.

Amazed by your skill, wit, and charm, Luffy formally invited you to join the crew; much to the disgust of the aloof swordsman to his right.

At first it puzzled you, noting a cruel ignorance the swordsman held with you; treating the other members differently. Zoro stayed clear from you, lining up for Chopper's help over your own more complex skills, stubborn to avoid you as much as he could. He would refuse to glace in your direction, positioning himself against you where he could, pretending you weren't apart of the crew. However, after his collapse at Thriller Bark, Zoro softened, letting you tend to his wounds for the first time.

He felt helpless, almost embarrassed to go to the others, noting how sweet and quiet you were; trusting you would keep to yourself about the degree of his condition. Zoro couldn't believe how close you were, unable to keep his eyes off you, and in a brief catch of his eye he made a move, unable to hold back his lustful feelings for you any longer.

There was no thought to his plan, eagerly pressing his lips to your own, a rush of complex feelings tangled him to project his feelings. He was in awe of you, confused, but also frightened, tasting a brief moment of death that shocked his perspective into focus. He needed to have you.

And to Zoro's surprise you wanted him just as much.

Since that moment the two of you became one, unable to hide any romantic gestures or feelings for one another; tightening your bond once reunited in Sabaody. It was clear, despite the obvious differences, that you were both made for one another. Everybody could see the changes in Zoro, and in yourself, complimenting each others strengths to a more confident and powerful duo; making your crew and Luffy proud.

Being with him brought a sense of peace, comfort, his life intwining into your own so perfectly it was hard to picture life without him. And even through the threat of countless admirers for your beauty, nothing wavered your bond.

That was until the fatal interaction with the Kyoei Pirates.

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Zoro tumbled down from the crows nest, following the promise of food as Sanji called out from below, dismissing his vigorous training. Wiping over his face he instinctively found himself drawn to the infirmary, collecting you, knowing it was hard to pry you away from your work. He would never admit out loud to anyone, be he cared and loved you deeply, prioritising your health more than his own; knowing you would do the same.

Weaving through the sea of Kyoei Pirates, Zoro ignored their rush for the kitchen, their recent addition to the ship causing more trouble than he liked to admit. Their captain was deeply sick, and in your usual kind mannerism you had offered to heal him, Luffy backing your wishes to extend the crews approval for safety on board until he was healed.

As he approached the door Zoro paused, hearing your voice low and full of sorrow. You were caught in conversation with the captain, Hansuke, who had already torn away your attention from Zoro; leaving your interactions bare. He didn't wish to eavesdrop on your conversation, but there was a deeply rooted feeling he couldn't shake off, almost jealous in how he was around you.

Hansuke matched your energy well, even when ill he was charming, handsome in appearance and quite fond of you. He was taller, clean, his sharp facial features sturdy and his words poised; and Zoro hated it. He hated seeing you laugh at his jokes, agreeing with Robin about his delightful appearance, tending to his every need. His jealousy was poisonous, suffocating him as he saw you, impatiently waiting for the day they were to leave.

"Please, Hansuke, I can't do what you're asking of me"

Zoro pricked his ears to your voice, alert by your claims.

"Nonsense, my love, you know just as well as I do that being with me is the only way"

My love?

"I can offer you more than this life, more than what that swordsman can offer you. I can make you safe within my crew, make you mine, look after you in ways he cannot. Your kindness and beauty will not go unnoticed with me, I can see you for who you truely are. I can tend to your love for helping the less fortunate. You're talented Y/n, in everything you do and we need - I need - someone exactly like you with me. Please come with me. I love you, Y/n"

Zoro's heart dropped, instinctively frightened of losing you, taking a step away from the door. If his worries weren't enough before the confirmation of Hansuke's proposal, they had additionally heightened his emotions towards the situation. He knew there was something amiss about how he treated you, his gut telling him not to trust him, despite the crews instant bond with the Kyoei Pirates.

Putting aside his pride, Zoro knocked on the door in harsh thuds, interrupting you before he heard another love-sick word. "Oi, food is ready"

There was a deafening still which followed, a quick scramble as you whispered to Hansuke, inaudible to Zoro. He turned his back to the door, anticipating your presence, scrambling his mind on something to ground himself; crossing his arms to hold the shake in his posture.

Hansuke's words buried deep under Zoro's skin, wedging his insecurities to the surface, unsure how exactly you felt in return. He knew you liked him, cared for him even, but your sweet nature served as an uncertainty to the swordsman, unable to distinguish between courtesy and lust.

"Hey?" you called out to Zoro, carefully touching his arm. "Is everything okay?"

Zoro flickered his eye down to you, keeping his face neutral, grinding his teeth together in annoyance. Out of the corner of his eye he noted the tall figure of Hansuke, knowing there was a gorgeous and venomous smile on his face.

"Fine" he spat, starting to walk towards the kitchen, unable to wait for you to sink into step. "Everything is fine"

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"Alright, Hansuke-san, your fever has reduced rapidly and your stats have improved. If we were in clinic I would happily dismiss you home"

Hansuke flashed you a thankful smile, watching as you slid your chair back, allowing him to stand up from his seat on the examination table. His bright green eyes were soft, as they always were looking at you, tentatively holding you like glass. Even through his tough sickness he was sure to always appreciate your efforts, thanking you continuously through every check-up, administration, and referral.

He would amuse you with stories, letting time pass as you watched over him, growing a bond in the short time on board the Sunny. You grew to appreciate him company, despite the obvious infatuation looming overhead, pushing aside to focus on the goal at hand.

"Thank you, Y/n-chan, your efforts are greatly appreciated"

"I'm just glad to see you looking and feeling better. There is no better reward than that" you returned a small smile, peeling off your examination gloves. Turning away from his gaze you walked away, keeping occupied as his eyes followed over to the sink; the running water drowning out any possible continuation of conversation. You could hear Hansuke's footsteps, lightly trailing towards you to close the distance, determined to continue on his discussion, dismissing your attempt to get away.

"There must be something I can do for you?"

"Just seeing you restore your health is more than enough"

"I had something else in mind" his hand came up to your neck, swooping your hair away to expose at your skin. Sinking away from his touch you turned around, trapping yourself between his hands either side of you, his body cornering tight. "Something a bit more personal if you don't mind me asking of you"

You gulped nervously, unsure of his suggested request.

"Join my crew, Y/n"

"I cannot"

"You can, and will, you just need to realise how perfect we are together. You know how well we are and what we can be"

"Please, Hansuke, I can't do what you're asking of me"

"Nonsense, my love, you know just as well as I do that being with me is the only way. I can offer you more than this life, more than what that swordsman can offer you. I can make you safe within my crew, make you mine, look after you in ways he cannot. Your kindness and beauty will not go unnoticed with me, I can see you for who you truely are. I can tend to your love for helping the less fortunate. You're talented Y/n, in everything you do and we need - I need - someone exactly like you with me. Please come with me. I love you, Y/n"

Your throat knotted at his words, unsure of how to properly respond. How could you respond? You had never expected those words from a person you barely knew, stunning you into a shocking silence you hoped you wouldn't have to fill.

Taking your silence in a different manner, Hansuke leaned down, his lips inching closer to your own; wishing to fill the room with his own lustful wishes.

"Oi, food is ready"

You unleashed a heavy breath, relieved to hear Zoro's voice, giving you a chance to escape Hansuke's corner, leaning away from him. The addition of Zoro's presence let him step back, giving you enough space to weave your way out from his arms, stepping towards the door. Caught in the moment your voice softened, whispering out of fear of your boyfriend outside. "Do not mention this or ask me again, Hansuke. I will never abandon Zoro or my friends for a life I don't not know. Do I make myself clear?"

Cutting off his chance to respond you carelessly flung open the door, making you exit to the safety of Zoro, squinting at the abrupt flash of sunlight that beamed overhead. You could feel Zoro's body shadow next to you, his figure slouched and trembling, a wave of panic falling over you. His gaze looked out in front of him, stunned in a fog, dissociating from his surroundings.

"Hey?" you leaned up to his arm, carefully nudging him to look down at you. Your fingers caressed at his muscles, pulling his attention to you in an attempt to regain his consciousness. "Is everything okay?"

Zoro kept his face stoic, however a slight bend in his brows indicated he was upset. The usual emotionless features were easily missed to others, shrugged off by anyone who wasn't you, accustomed to his every move. They were only small features, a slight break in his brow, a twitch of his jaw, even a slight glaze in his eyes; enough to concern yourself with his emotions.

"Fine" Zoro lied, brushing off your concern. "Everything is fine"

As Zoro turned, he shrugged off your hand, eager to escape, his fists balling at his sides. You had a wave of realisation, understanding he had overheard Hansuke's confession, guilt playing heavily on your mind. It wouldn't be easy to persuade him, your actions becoming distant as of late, but you had to try and assure Zoro that Hansuke was not a threat to your relationship.

The hairs on the back of your neck stood up, pressed as Hansuke clicked his tongue, disappointed at Zoro's reaction, expecting more from him.

"You deserve better than that"

"Excuse me?"

"The way he responded to your concern, and how he just dismissed you. I would never do that to you"

"Watch your tongue, Hansuke, you know nothing about what I deserve or my relationship. You have no business in my life, and I will be sure to make it known to my captain of your quick recovery. By tomorrow you and your crew will be gone, and I will be here, staying with my crew. I thought I made that very clear"

Hansuke's hand came down to your arm, your quick reflexes slapping him away as you stepped back. Anger surged through your body, overcome with pure rage for the man in front of you, unable to think clearly. It had become a breech of conflict as his doctor, declaring such a vile and abrupt request that had blindsided you. It was clear things had escalated out of your reach, but your time with Zoro had supported your growth, allowing you to speak your mind freely; years of constant underestimation getting the better of you.

And you would be damned to let anybody get between you and Zoro.

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Zoro danced around your presence, avoiding contact with you through meal time, lost in pointless drinking with Law and a few of the Kyoei Pirates; giving into his stubborn annoyance of their existence. As the night wore on, he slowly sunk into his familiar drunken state, completely withdrawn from his surroundings. In celebration of Hansuke's quick recovery and their last night aboard the Sunny, Luffy declared a banquet, ushering everybody out onto the deck to enjoy the few remaining hours lit by the sun.

Sloshing around, he followed the descend of the crowd, hanging back with a bottle of sake clung firm in his grip. He could still hear the drag of your voice, this time occupied by the company of the navigator, fluttering around as you drunk from a bottle of wine. Drawn to the sound of your voice, Zoro looked towards you, quick to lock eyes as he slipped down beside Luffy, stumbling into his seat.

His balance threw him off guard, hazing his sight, falling distant to Luffy's voice as he called out in concern. Raising his hand in a thumbs up, he shrugged off the captain, lulling his head down into his lap, taking another careless slug of alcohol. A harsh swipe forced the bottle to fly from his hand, looking up towards the figure in front of him, confused. "You got over here pretty fast"

Crouching down at his eye level, you focused on his face, attempting to bring him back to a sober level. "I came to make sure you're okay, Zoro. I think we need to have a chat about-"

"About you leaving me?"

Luffy interjected, pricking his ears at Zoro's claim. "Oi, where are you going?"

"Nowhere" you looked over at your captain, reassurance your position to the crew. "I'm not going anywhere"

Zoro snatched back the sake, smirking as he pressed it to his lips. "Bullshit"

Standing upright you sighed, shooting Luffy an apologetic smile. You understood Zoro was stubborn, but you didn't wish to argue here, leading him with enough interest to follow. Working quickly, you snatched the sake back, walking over to the far side of the deck, dangling the bottle in the air to tease him.

Falling for the bait, Zoro followed, stumbling after you as you both turned into the privacy of your own corner. It was quieter, the heavy beat of music and chatter diminishing as a stabiliser, giving you enough privacy to say you half of the story; hoping Zoro would listen.

"What do you want, Y/n?"

"I would like you to listen while I explain what happened" you carefully placed yourself on the ground, patting the floor in front of you. It would be easiest to have Zoro face you, keeping locked on his focus, knowing if he was listening to you; reading his expressions easier when he was drunk.

Agreeing to your request, Zoro crashed onto the floor, huffing as you continued to hold the alcohol out of reach. "I know you overheard Hansuke" you handed over the sake, giving into his overdramatised attitude. "I never expected him to confess to me like that, and nor was I leading him on to think such things. The relationship we shared was purely professional, I treated him for his sickness, that was all"

You waited for a response, some kind of understanding that what you were saying was the truth, his gaze still attentive on your face. "What he said was true"

Zoro's words caught you off guard, your head cocking to the side, bewildered he would say such a thing. "What are you talking about?"

"He said he could give you a better life, more than what I can give you" Zoro's voice was soft, lulling as he muted his lips against the bottle. "He is a better option than me and you know this. He is everything you deserve to have as a boyfriend, not me. Not this useless braindead idiot who has no regard for his friends or loved ones. I don't have any money and I can't give you the life you so desperately want or need. I have been nothing but cruel to you the moment you joined us, and you are a whole lot better than I am to stay with someone like me"

"Where is this coming from? You know that I have and always will want to be with you, despite what anyone else thinks about us"

Zoro was quiet, gulping down the remainder of sake, clanking the bottle down once devoured. His head stayed down, embarrassed to look up, a slight tremor in his lip cracking his voice as his emotions bubbled over.

"He said he loves you"

"But I don't love him, Zoro! I love you! I always have, and yes, sometimes you are standoffish and rude but that isn't a bad thing. You are more than that to me. You stand up to your friends, and don't take shit from anybody, not even me! You know how to protect yourself which is very admirable and an excellent quality for a swordsman to have. You’re hard working and dedicated. You're protective and caring, your humour is dry and still makes me laugh uncontrollably unless anyone else. You're loyal and strong, and yes you may only bathe once a week but I don't mind, nothing compares to spending my days by your side"

"You love me?"

"Is that really what you're taking away from this?"

Raising his head up Zoro met you with a prideful grin, never hearing those words come from you before. He had concluded that he would never hear them, his own repressed feelings rubbing off on you, shielding any affection either of you shared for one another.

"You love me?"

"Of course I do, Zoro. Why wouldn't I love my best friend? You're undoubtably the love of my life"

Reaching out, Zoro's hands sunk into your waist, sliding you up into his lap. His body felt warm, eased, as if he had waited for you to say those words from the moment he first met you. Wrapping his arms around your body he held you close, letting the weight of you in his lap be felt, knowing you were here with him in this moment; loving him exactly the way he was.

Suddenly Zoro didn't care about Hansuke or the Kyoei Pirates, a distant and terrible memory of those who failed to get close to his girl. He could see it now, your actions speaking louder than the words, realising you had in fact said it all along. He saw it in the way you cared for him, wishing to tend to his wounds, even before he allowed. The way you effortlessly smiled when he spoke, even if he made a fool of himself; speaking words that made no sense. How your eye would catch him, even in the most crowds room, looking for a familiar face to guide you to safety.

And for Zoro, that was enough to ease his fears. He felt ashamed for ever questioning your loyalty towards him, knowing what he knew now. He knew that you were both each others comfort in the thundering storm of a pirate life, and though there teased options for a safer one, there was no place either of you preferred to be than with each other.

"I love you too, Y/n, and I always will"

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Can you do a oneshot where the danvers sisters are getting ready to go to some Luthor corp gala, and when Baby!danvers comes out all dressed up, and in high heels etc. Alex and kara get emotional because they realize there baby sister is all grown up?

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Alex and Kara stood longingly, waiting impatiently for you in the living room. The two of them were already prepared for the gala and couldn't wait to spend the evening together with Lena Luthor and you. It was your first gala, you were finally old enough to attend one and the anticipation was written on both of your faces. "Y/n, let's go! How much longer do you need?" Alex cried with a sigh and sat on the back of the couch, her gaze fixed on your door, which had already been locked to them for over an hour.

While there was already unrest in the largest room of the apartment, you stood in front of your mirror in the room, surrounded by a variety of dresses and matching shoes that Lena Luthor had personally selected and sent to you. Your room looked like a princess's realm, with a touch of chaos as you debated between different options. "Yes, yes. I'll be ready soon. Just relax."

You tried on one elegant dress after another, some too long, some too short, but none seemed perfect for you. Time passed quickly as you struggled to find the ideal outfit to avoid looking like a clown. But after endless attempts and a hint of frustration on your face, you turned to a jumpsuit- it was black with gold buttons under the bust, slim-fitting and accentuated your figure in an elegant way while the low-cut neckline gave off a touch of sexiness. You also slipped on a pair of matte black pumps that completed your look. Your makeup was already carefully and artfully applied, highlighting your bright eyes and giving your red lipstick-lined smile the extra shine you needed for the evening.

With one last scrutinizing look in the mirror and a quick brush of your sides with your hand, you smiled contentedly at your reflection. It was a feeling you had never imagined and could barely describe. You felt like a princess from a Disney movie, ready to conquer the evening. “Let the evening begin,” you mumbled to yourself, opening the bedroom door resolutely slowly.

You stepped out of the room, radiant and breathtakingly beautiful. Kara and Alex had been waiting excitedly since the soft footsteps behind the door approached them, their faces bright and incredulous, their mouths wide open as they saw you for the first time. They were speechless at your transformation and stared at you for a while, eyes full of pride and wonder. Their little sister, who they had once carried around on their shoulders and rocked to sleep, had now grown into a young lady, ready to conquer the world with her infectious smile and wonderful looks.

"Wow," the blonde whispered with a hint of awe in her voice as Alex took in the sight of her little sister in her festive outfit, speechless. The normally tough agent could barely find the words to express what she was feeling in the moment. It was as if time around her had stopped and yet at the same time passed so quickly. Overwhelmed and stunned, reality slowly sinks in. You, who once played with dolls and ran after a simple ball, was now an adult. "You look incredible," she said finally, with a mixture of pride and sadness. "I mean, really stunning."

You smiled modestly, looking a little unsure as you slowly turned around. "Are you sure? I can change again?" You asked shyly, your voice a little nervous. Both shook their heads hastily, barely able to hide their admiration and brief shock. "No, never. You look absolutely stunning!" Kara exclaims as Alex nods in agreement, suddenly hugging you tightly, her voice almost breaking as she struggles with the emotions rising. "It's just... you've grown up so quickly and it's hard to understand. Just yesterday you were our little six-year-old whirlwind who got on our last nerves."

Grinning, and with a few tears in your eyes yourself, you placed a hand on the blonde's shoulder and reached out to the redhead, whose eyes were glassy and cheeks were already moist. She accepted it gratefully before joining in the hug. "I'm still your little whirlwind, no matter how I look or dress. I love you, and that won't change."

A moment of silence hangs in the air, filled with a mix of different emotions and a melancholy that words cannot capture. But one thing that words could capture was the bond, despite time and change, that remained strong and did not change. "We are so proud of you. Now let's enjoy this special evening together."

You beamed with happiness and anticipation, ready to spend an unforgettable time at the event with your siblings and Lena Luthor. "Let's go to the gala, someone is already waiting for us there." You suggested, pulling away from the intimate embrace, trying to lighten the celebratory mood with a hint of excitement in your voice. "I can't wait to spend this evening with you." Alex and Kara exchanged one last look that expressed infinite love and connection before they set off together with you, ready to enjoy every single moment of this special night and celebrate the realization that you were growing up under their noses and yet you will always be a part of them

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Sweet Nothing | Austin x Reader

You serve as a sweet domestic escape for Austin when the fame gets too much

a/n: I had originally planned this as sort of a sequel to another fic I’m working on right now (working title: Lavender Haze 👀) but this can also be read as a standalone! Highly recommend listening to Sweet Nothing by Taylor Swift while reading ☺️ Reader in this one is fem, referred to as Austin’s girlfriend.

Word count: 928

Warnings: mentions of paparazzi/media being rude, I think that’s it? As always, please let me know if I missed anything!

Please like/rb if you enjoyed! 🤍

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Austin sighs as he enters the apartment, kicking off his boots at the door. He had just wanted to go for a walk and enjoy the cool fall weather, but the paparazzi had been particularly aggressive today, and while he’d tried to avoid them as politely as possible, it had turned his mood sour as vinegar.

His heart lifts as the sweet smell of… what was that, cinnamon?… reaches his nose, and he follows it to the kitchen to find you at the stove, removing what looks to be the first of several batches of cookies from the oven. You haven’t noticed him yet, and he takes a moment to drink you in: your hair is thrown up in an adorably messy bun, a maroon apron tied around your waist, remnants of flour scattered on your hands, in your hair — pretty much everywhere, from what he can see — and he practically melts as you start humming along to the song crooning from the speaker on the counter.

“And I’m crazy for loving you,” Patsy Cline croons from the speaker as you hum along, transferring cookies to the wire rack you have set up nearby, and it’s such a sweet, soft, domestic scene that Austin’s almost afraid to move, afraid that he’ll break whatever spell is at work here. As much as he loves your attention, he loves these moments, too: the simple ones, where you’re not Austin Butler’s Girlfriend, you’re just Y/N, puttering around the kitchen on a cozy fall day.

Inevitably though, you turn around and practically jump out of your skin once you catch sight of him leaning against the wall at the entrance to the kitchen. You recover quickly, the startled expression on your face melting into a bright smile as he approaches you.

“Hey, I didn’t hear you come in!” You greet him brightly, leaning up onto your tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek, “How was your walk?”

“It was alright,” he chuckles, quickly changing to topic, “Whatcha working on here?”

“I found a recipe for gingersnaps, and today seemed like a good day to try it out,” you explain cheerfully. You keep your eyes on him, scanning his expressions carefully, and something tender flashes across your face.

“Did something happen while you were out?” You ask gently, setting down the spatula still in your hand and turning to give him your full attention.

He should’ve known he wouldn’t be able to hide his sour mood from you; you’ve gotten very good at picking up on if he’s feeling down, no matter how hard he tries to hide it.

“Just the paps,” he shrugs, allowing some of the gray mood he’s in to show through, “They were more… I dunno, aggressive? Today for some reason.”

You let out an aw and pull him in for a hug, “I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

He shakes his head from where it’s resting on your shoulder, stray strands of hair that came free from your bun tickling his nose.

“It’s not a big deal, I mean… it’s kinda what I asked for, being an actor, right? But it’d be nice to just take a walk in peace every now and then.” He says lightly, though some of the bitterness seeps through in his voice.

You pull away abruptly and take his face in your hands, forcing him to look into your eyes.

“Austin, listen to me,” you say gently but insistently, “Just because you’re a little famous,” your voice lifts to a teasing lilt for a brief second before returning to its urgent tone, “doesn’t mean you don’t deserve some sense of privacy, or at the very least the chance to walk around without a bunch of people with cameras hounding you. You got that?” Your eyes search his until he nods in understanding, “Good. You deserve to have a normal life, don’t forget that.”

Well-intentioned lecture over, you hop up to sit on the counter, picking up the spatula again. “Wanna help me with these?” You ask, gesturing with the utensil to the remaining cookies on the tray.

Instead of answering, Austin steps forward and wraps you in a hug. Though you’re eye-level with each other now, thanks to the height of the granite counter, Austin dips to rest his head on your shoulder, his nose brushing against your neck. He closes his eyes and inhales, taking in the scent of brown sugar and cinnamon mixing with your vanilla lotion to create what might possibly be his favorite scent on Earth.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” He breathes against your skin.

He doesn’t need to say for what.

“Always, Aus,” you whisper in response, lips brushing a gentle kiss to the shell of his ear as your hand comes up to stroke through his hair.

The two of you stay like that for a while, wrapped in a gentle embrace in the kitchen that smells like all the good things in the world put together, only stepping apart when the oven timer goes off to announce that the next batch of cookies is done.

Without prompting, Austin takes out the tray, all traces of his previous sour mood gone as the two of you dance around each other in the kitchen in a perfect display of sweet domesticity.

The outside world might be constantly demanding things from him — the price he had to pay for his dream career — but he could always count on coming home to you: the one person who asked for absolutely nothing but his love, which he happily gave freely and unconditionally.

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#austin butler x reader #austin butler imagine #austin butler fanfiction #austin butler fic #austin butler fluff #elvis (2022)#elvis 2022 #austin butler

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trustfulprotect · 1 year

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@alovingdemand

Love it comes in stages. For Adam he tended to fall easily. He tended to go head and heart straight in without a care in the world. He knew his track record was far from clean. He knew his track record said he was awful at commitment. Did he want anything real? When it came to Wendy he did love her but on the other hand he always felt like he was another guy with her. He shielded her from his career the kind of cop he was, the kind of cop he wanted to be. And it tanked all on its own. Plus the fact he had been flirting with Kim for ages, it was harmless on his part but he could never fight the attraction he felt towards her.

It was full of passion, lust until our relationship became real. It was the realist form of love he’s ever known. And it was scary but also made him be impulsive. When Kim had gotten hurt; when he witnessed her being in the hospital the love how weighed the fear he felt. And for a second he just wanted to plan a future together. He wanted to bask in the love he felt for this woman. The engagement was short lived, we loved each other no denying that. But on the other hand I was scared of real commitment and instead of communicating with Kim, instead of being the one to tell you how I felt the fear brewing inside of me. I had let the relationship go; of course we both played a part in why our engagement fell apart. But it was like this elephant in the room; neither one of us wanted to say the words; neither one of us wanted to make the bullpen awkward especially since the female was working her way into intelligence. There used to be a time where Adam would be running but instead he was forcing himself onto this overcover case. Pretending to be married; it was a touchy subject.

But given how much he still loved Kim he felt the task was going to be easy on his part. He never fell out of love with her; our timing just wasn’t in the cards right now. I knew I had to approach the subject gently, I knew I had to be careful with how I explained the task at hand. The layers of paper laid out on the table in front of us. I was being bold when I asked the question, I still recalled the surprise on Kim’s face, and when she uttered we don’t forget a love like ours; I had to let my eyes stare at her. Did she still feel that spark I felt? Did she still feel the love we had for each other?

It was going to be fine I kept telling myself as I decided it was best to move forward; our relationship we were professionals, but I did fear I’d get caught up in the undercover opt, like now for example. I was smiling almost from ear to ear as I slid the ring right onto her finger, I had just acted out of instincts, I leaned forward and kissed her; lips felt as if we were made for each other. A comfort; a sense of belonging, keeping the touch brief but I felt the speechless expression from the brunette when I slide back onto my seat. Eyes flew to the stack of papers on the case, now I just made it weird. Was it a cover? A practice per say? Yes and no it felt right in the moment, brushing that sparkling feeling off; I had changed the subject almost instantly. “ We.. We should head out to pack any necessary items we might need.” Obviously the station provided clothing needed, but any personal items was on us.

Or perhaps I needed space; to gather the can of worms I just opened…

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sadisticwoof-dcmk · 2 years

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Things about Toyama Kazuha that I deem as facts

(aka more of my headcanons: an addition to my series Sonoko and Shinichi friendship and Suzuki Sonoko)

Family:

- Kazuha used to live in a small apartment with her mum when she was younger, but they moved into a bigger house once her mum married her boyfriend-now-husband, Toyama Ginshiro, when Kazuha was six years old - Her mother also changed her last name from Kawaguchi to Toyama when she married him - Kazuha was the flower girl at her parent's wedding (Heiji was upset he couldn’t be the flower girl) - Her step-dad loves her with every fiber of his being and treats her like his own daughter - There was a brief period of time where Heiji and Kazuha were convinced that her mum was a vampire. They barely remember how it started, but Heiji spent those weeks in awe that Kazuha was part supernatural - (Heiji still calls her mum Vampire-okan every now and then) - She has three small moles on her neck. The third one was only recently discovered, and they spent years thinking they had proof that Kazuha was a vampire - has grandparents on her step-dad's side that lives out in the countryside. she refers to them as the "peacock grandparents" since they have said birds running around their yard. she visits them every holiday

Skills:

- She learnt JSL and can sign pretty well. Her grandmother on her mother’s side is deaf so she took lessons as a child. she tried to teach Heiji, but gave up quiet quickly. at least he recognises the sign for "dumbass" - She is left-handed for most things - Kazuha is a lovely alto and her and Heiji sometimes harmonise along to songs - Shoves her shoes on without unlacing them. its not a skill. she just refuses to admit defeat - is weirdly good at staring contests? Ran is the only person who has gotten close to beating her - makes cute charms all the time. Ran has commissioned her to make a few omamori for Conan, and then one for Shinichi. Sonoko heard about it and threw money at her until Kazuha made one for herself and Makoto. - because of this, she is also very good at sewing. half of her wardrobe is made up of items that she had thrifted and hemmed/altered.

Fears:

- She has a new fear of cliffs and heights. If she has to go near them, she will hold Heiji’s hand the entire time and refuse to let go - She also found out that she cannot handle cliff climbing. The feeling of being stuck on the wall sucks and the harness around her body is a no go (reminds her too much of the time she was strung up in the spider mansion) - She can no longer go to petrol stations since the smell of gasoline makes her gag and panic

Sleep:

- is a night owl and can’t fall asleep before 12am (she calls Heiji and old man for getting tired by 10pm) - Her friends know that she will be up at odd hours. She will send random memes at 3am with no explanation - has fairy lights strung up in her room to ward off nightmares

School:

- once managed to get 2 points out of 20 on a science test when she was in primary school. Her mum laughed so much when Kazuha proudly showed it and her mum got her step-dad to buy a picture frame on his way back home from work. (it pains Heiji every time he sees it in the living room) - captain of the Aikido Team - when she was younger she threatened to beat someone up for talking shit about a another student in her class. interestingly enough, that student shut up immediately

Friends:

- She loves wearing hoodies around the house, and always steals Heiji’s against his will - Randomly breaks out into mock sword fights with Heiji anytime they have a long object in their hand - Kazuha and Heiji celebrate their Hate-versary every year. It marks the day they had a massive fight and vowed that they will never be each other’s best friends. They were nine and they made up to each other the very next day - They recreate the iconic photo of them crying, obviously having been forced to be in the photo together - most of the time, she can tell what he is thinking or feeling by a minor expression on his face - received a Fusae bag from Sonoko and it is one of the most expensive items she owns - She rarely has her hair out. At home, she might pull it into braids - When heiji is agitated, he will start playing with the ribbon in her hair, so she will let down her hair and he mindlessly braids small sections, unravelling it, and starting again. Over and over until he feels settled (it feels so nice so she happily lets him do this)

Kazuha is a wonderful girl and i would like everyone to appreciate her just as much as i do. feel free to check out Shenanigans in Beika because she (alongside everyone) is chaotic and i love that for her

#detective conan #dcmk #dcmk headcanon #toyama kazuha #headcanon #this is what i have in mind when i write clown town #shenanigans in beika #kazuha is chaotic #but you dont realise it until its far too late

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ialwaysknewyouwerepunk · 2 years

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hey Ella! I wanted to get this off my chest for a while now. I really don't know how to phrase all of it in the best way but it's the fact that it's fun and more accepting to be queer online rather than real-world and I joined this fandom in 2014 because I saw how some of the one direction fans were so supportive of the LGBTQ+ community and how much love they showed them. I have always enjoyed this fandom so much and I love every single person here for being so generous and understanding towards the queer folks, it was amazing to experience so much love at least at some corner after a tiring day. and everyone at that used to support everyone no matter what they believed in, I mean het drama and fights were still there but no one at least felt so threatened whereas people are so pressed to the level that they will rip someone apart. and although harry has just got better and bolder with his expression and his love for the pride flags, at the same time now seeing how there has been a drastic change in the fandom that no longer seems like a safe place just makes me feel like throwing up. (sorry for venting I am really emotionally frustrated right now.)

i really understand :/ i gotta be honest, tho, i think the fandom tension is similar to when it was during the height of 1d's popularity, when there was a constant battle between queer and straight fans (to put it simply). i think it's a sad reality in this fandom in general, especially when it gets bigger: the majority of the new/casual fans know harry (or the other boys) from media coverage, not as who he really is. this has sadly always been the case, bc of how fucked up harry's image is created to the gp, yk. Harry Styles™️ is someone who attracts awful ppl, to put it bluntly, bc they're attracted to a womanising rockstar who'd love to fuck anything that came close. with harry, there was a brief point in time, at the start of his solo career, that the majority of his fans were the ones who loved him for who he is and stuck around to see what he'd do next. it was a smaller group, and a very queer one. his fandom is still super queer, but we get easily drowned out by the loudness of cishet thirst. that's why i ask ppl to not give up, and keep bringing those flags. bc one person doing it might motivate another to bring theirs, which might finally cause a movement like it has at louis's shows. at wembley i saw this grow already, so i know it's possible.

i hope you still find a corner of this fandom, online, to feel safe in, though. i know it can get nasty, but then i can only advise you to be strict about who you follow and what you see. i'm in a heavenly bubble here, and i see literally no discourse that might upset me. when i go on twitter, however, the algorithm shows me shit that i don't care about, so maybe that's a first step: if you're on there, limit your time. i honestly scroll to see what the ppl i know have said and then i'm out of there, bc i can't handle it. you truly, truly don't have to see what everyone's saying, have to know all the opinions this fandom has. same goes for tumblr. if you don't like what someone's posting, just unfollow. ignorance is bliss, and it doesn't make you less of a fan if you ignore the bad sides of fandom. i might argue it makes you a better one lmao. this is about you, about the thing you love. keep it all yours, don't let anyone ruin it for you!!

#kind anon #fandom discourse

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C.R.O.W (Chapter 29

Devon had developed a disdain for people constantly seeking favors from him. It always felt like that was one of the only reasons they kept him around. And it never felt like a request or even appreciated. He felt continually utilized, but there was something different when the request came from Grendel. It hovered in an ambiguous space, leaving him unsure whether it was an improvement or a regression.

Pulling up alongside the instructed spot, he scanned the area but found no sign of him. Yet, he was certain Victoria's apartment was only a few blocks down. His stomach plummeted at this realization. He chided himself for holding on to nonsensical notions about Grendel. It wasn't like he mattered to him. He mattered to no one.

Confused and unsure of his next move, he glanced around when his phone suddenly began to ring. Answering it only deepened his confusion. 'What do you mean you're behind the dumpster?' Devon questioned, shutting off the car's engine before stepping out. Moments later, he found himself standing over Grendel, who indeed was wedged between a wall and the dumpster.

"Holy shit, you look awful," Devon blurted out upon seeing Grendel. His initial shock stemmed from Grendel's appearance--half of his face was stained with black and red. A deep gash marred his features, stretching from mid-cheek up past his eyebrow. However, it didn't take long for Devon to realize it was far worse than that.

His clothes were torn and stained in multiple places, the dark substance making it challenging to discern the extent of the damage.

Grendel forced a smile. "Well, it's good to know the outside matches the inside." He raised his hands weakly. "Help me up, I'm having a hard time moving. Please." Flashing a quick pout for good measure.

Devon knelt down. "Only because you said please," he teased, endeavoring to aid Grendel. However, with his initial attempt, Grendel cried out in pain. The wound produced a ripping sound as a mixture of black and red fluids trickled out, causing Grendel to collapse onto the ground. Initially attributing the putrid odor to the nearby trash, Devon now realized it emanated from Grendel's wounds.

Standing over Grendel, Devon hesitated, fearful of causing more pain by touching him. On closer inspection, it became apparent that the black liquid was slowly eating away at the flesh surrounding the initial wound.

"Alright," Grendel waved his hands, attempting to catch his breath. "Let's try that again, shall we?" Devon readied himself and reached down for Grendel once more. Despite the scream of pain, he managed to lift Grendel off the ground this time, albeit with a few faltering steps. Grendel clung to him tightly as they both tried to re-calibrate.

Once the two of them were in the car, Devon couldn't help but notice the change in Grendel. He never in a million years imagined he would see him in such a state. Grendel's eyes were cold and empty, and his body had started to tremble that consumed his entire body.

Devon lingered a second or two longer watching Grendel. "I'll have it cleaned," Grendel said in a defeated tone.

"Oh, um, thanks," Devon began to respond before realizing what Grendel meant. Only then did he notice the various liquids seeping into the seat.

However, his greater concern was the tremors passing through Grendel. He started to worry. What if this killed him. He certainly smelled like death. "Don't worry about the car. You look like you're in a lot of pain."

Grendel shot him a sidelong glance. "No, I just..." He stopped, too fatigued to even attempt a joke.

"I have some pain meds. I don't know how much it will help but--" Devon trailed off, still met with Grendel's exhausted expression.

"They wouldn't work on me," Grendel said. "Not unless you take them first and let me--" Grendel attempted a smile for a brief moment before his expression fell flat again.

Devon grasped the side of his neck, eyes widening in fear as he quickly shook his head. That was a foolish question, forgetting how the Kaw-Sekhmu worked. If other drugs and alcohol needed to be absorbed into a human's blood before affecting them, then his Tylenol wouldn't be any different.

Grendel sighed, resting his head against the window. "I just want to go home," he said, chewing at his bottom lip, on the verge of tears as he gazed out the window.

Devon started up the car, passing Victoria's apartment building. He stopped himself from asking another futile question and stole a glance at Grendel during a red light. Piecing things together, he realized he'd now have to refer to the building in the past tense. The black liquid was the blood of the Necorbest, a weapon famously used by C.R.O.W.

Guilt washed over Devon. First, for foolishly feeling jealous of Victoria when he had arrived. Then, the realization that she was dead and he was now aiding the person responsible. But what troubled him most was that, despite knowing Grendel had just taken the life of another being, his primary concern was for Grendel's well-being.

He had come to terms with the knowledge that he was on that list. Devon understood he was living on borrowed time, aware that eventually, either by Grendel's hand or C.R.O.W.'s., his time would run out. Yet, every time he encountered a red light or even a stop sign, Devon seized the opportunity to steal a glance at Grendel. With each glance, Grendel appeared worse. The shaking grew more violent, his complexion turned pastier, and the blood that managed to seep through the black substance on his skin became more vivid.

It was difficult to comprehend how much damage Victoria had inflicted on him. She was only human, and Grendel had demonstrated on several occasions that his strength far surpassed theirs.

However, perhaps raw strength didn't hold as much significance as training. In television, becoming a vampire was often portrayed as granting mastery in various fighting styles.

This incident seemed to contradict that notion. Merely gaining more power didn't guarantee expertise in using it. Devon pondered what kind of human Grendel had been. It was evident he wasn't a fighter, even now. Devon was certain that without his supernatural abilities, Grendel would be easily bested by a wet paper bag.

The remainder of the ride was silent. The issue arose when they arrived at the hotel. Given Grendel's condition, going through the front entrance wasn't an option. Instead, they had to use the back entrance. This route proved to be both lengthier and filled with narrower hallways. Maneuvering through these cramped passages and staircases with a Ka-Sekhm who appeared half-dead was no simple task.

Devon assumed it would be easier once they reached the hotel room. However, he was mistaken. The wounds remained unable to heal completely; instead, parts had slowly begun to dry, making their removal more challenging.

Every attempt to undress Grendel was met with a weak cry of pain. By the time they managed to get him into the shower, he was too exhausted to stand. He sat at the shower's base, curled up as the water cascaded over him.

Despite several attempts to assist, Grendel swatted Devon away, seemingly disoriented and unaware of his surroundings.

After a substantial duration, about twenty to fifty minutes, allowing the water to cleanse the grime from his skin, Grendel began to regain some semblance of himself. The wounds, although more visible now and larger than before, remained open, with the tar-like substance trapped between his muscles.

Gradually, the uncontrollable shaking subsided, and color slowly returned to his face. Though still curled up, he seemed to regain some awareness of his surroundings.

Remaining cautious, Devon stayed close to the door frame, mindful of the last time they were in that room and keen to avoid a repeat.

There was some blood seeping from the cuts, but far less than Devon had anticipated. He wanted to believe this was a positive sign, yet a nagging feeling in the back of his mind suggested otherwise.

"Can I help?" Devon inquired upon noticing Grendel picking at the remaining black substance lodged in the gaping wounds, swiftly turning away as soon as any red liquid became visible.

Grendel startled at Devon's voice, seemingly unaware he wasn't alone. Observing Grendel, Devon noticed he was still in pain, although he no longer resembled a walking specter.

"No, I'm..." Grendel's voice trailed off as he turned back around, resting his head on his knees.

Devon felt a growing sense of intrusion and considered leaving, but before he could step away, Grendel abruptly turned his head. "There's something I wanted you to do."

After listening to Grendel, Devon felt a knot forming in his stomach. "Yeah, no problem," he replied with a feigned confidence that he didn't truly feel.

Merely half an hour had passed, and Grendel was already asking him for that? Devon was certain there was only a slim 15% chance of surviving this request. However, the thought of refusing didn't even occur to him. At least Grendel hadn't asked him to take someone's life. He would have said no to that.

As Devon moved to depart, Grendel called out, fixing him with wide, pleading eyes. "Thank you," Grendel softly said, genuine sincerity in his voice. "I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't helped."

Devon nodded, relieved that Grendel hadn't asked for something more sinister. Despite his internal conflict, he knew he wouldn't be able to deny Grendel's request.

"Oh, and one more thing," Grendel started to ask.

"Get Milo for you?" Devon interjected, finishing Grendel's sentence.

"Yeah."

#warm blooded vampires series #vampires #writing #wattpad #gaz042 #vampire #my writting #crow #gaz 042

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toastvogel · 1 year

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The Prize of the Veil

Background: I wasn't sure how to continue with Telane's Story after SL and as I played with the thoughts of making the Evoker my new Main in DF, there was also the thought of making a canonical transfer from Hunter to Evoker. I had that OS already in the Bin but it's actually not that bad even if her canon is a different one now.

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“Ssshhe helped! Sssaved uss! Helped you! Ssaved the realms.” Alextrasza and her fellow Aspects looked down at the devastated Twilight Drake that was pleading before them now.

The midnight-blue one with a bright azure stripe along its body nodded at the words of her mulberry colored companion. She was calmer than her brother but equally desperate in their task.

“Please. There must be something you can do? ANYTHING!”

“SSSHE SSSAVED YOUR SSSSISTER!”

“VAZRUUN!”

The two Drakes glared at each other. It wasn't that Calerez couldn't understand her brothers desperation to save their Mothers life – she shared that wish with equal force – but blackmailing an Aspect wasn't the way to do it.

As Alextrasza spoke up, her voice was soft and without any animosity.

“We are well aware of what the Veilstrider has done not just for any one of us but every existing being.” A brief memory of the Bloodelf aiding her during the fight with her Brother and of her saving her Children in the Twilight Highlands flickered through her mind and the massive Dragon Queen heaved a sigh. “But you MUST understand that her situation is much more delicate than you realize. This is not some simple magic that is tearing her apart but a clashing of two fundamentally different cosmic forces.”

“But.,” the Lifebinder lifted a Claw to silence Vazruun and continued. “Simply healing her or weaving a protective Spell around her wouldn't do anything to stop the process. The energies of the Shadowlands influences her on a fundamental level that clashes with the essence of Azeroth herself.”

Calerez looked up at the Red Dragoness, “ and if she would return?”

“Than it would be Azeroths energies deteriorating her,” answered Wrathion this time. He was the first the two Twilights sought out for aid and he as seen the mortifying state his mortal Friend was in. It wasn't that much obvious on the outside except that she looked rather sickly for an Elf but on the energies that surged throw her. Anima and Azerite conflicting with each other, breaking each other apart in the fight of claiming her to be death or life. Her body simply couldn't decide to which realm she belonged.

It was truly something remarkable to see, for not just the Dragons, but everyone on Azeroth. Unlike the Deathknights, the living Mortals had all been effected by the realm of Death on some level. He remembered one of his Agents talking about a Tauren who always had a strange greenish-black glow around him and a Bloodelf with sharp fangs and eerily dark eyes. He himself saw a Gnome,who's hair looked like they had stars in it. Than there was Telane, now dubbed the Veilstrider. At first he was in awe at her changes. She was taller and her skin had a slight bluish hue to it now while her eyes had a pale greyish-blue color with a white glowing, pupil less iris. Her silver-white hair now reminded him of soft, downy feathers rather than hair. Than it had fully sunken in WHAT that meant and he had informed the other Aspects.

“How far are you willing to go?” Every head in the room turned to Kalecgos, who looked down at the two Drakes with an unreadable expression.

“However far we need to,” both Twilights said in unison.

The young Aspect looked at Nozdormu, who had a content face and who's eye where twinkling slightly. That was all the Blue One needed to know.

“There is a way to restore the Balance in her again but the prize needed for it is high!”

“Name it. Tell usss what you need and you'll get it. Without her, we wouldn't be and to repay her Kindnessss, we give everything.” The determination in the eyes of both Twilight Drakes, the love they held for this Mortal, was enough to for the Aspect to voice his request.

“I need the live of one of you.”

#all of her drakes have that bound to her but the Blacks and Twilights have the strongest #she was the only one who didn't hated them and who cared for them #and while her blacks joined wrathion the Twilights stayed with her #one shot #telane windreaver

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lazywriters-blog · 2 years

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UNHAPPY BULLY

SERIES PART 11-13

Warning: It May contain triggering content, violence, invasion of privacy, bare yourself, implied use of drugs, and some stuff I can't quite spoil. It's a lot.

Summary: A brief period of contentment demands a fair share of anguish. It just so happens to be easier.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3

Word count: 8.4k

We are perhaps nearing the end of the series after two or three chapters, it depends, but I'm hoping you are enjoying the story so far. Errors might be present, please don't mind them, enjoy!

Home is her safe haven.

It has been ever since problems piled up and led awry. She started her day with serenity, perseverance not being the first thing that came to mind upon fluttering her eyes and hearing the far chirps of baby birds, the distant noise of plates being placed, colourless liquid pouring from the faucet, all in all, it was untroubled, reposeful, placid.

Walking down the stairs, innocently looking at the older figure, washing the dishes, suddenly turning to face her with bright eyes and a subtle tilt of the lip, almost in awe seeing the girl so tense and sleepy, she calmly mouths, "Got up so early? It's your favourite today."

"Noodles?" she guessed with a baffled expression.

The mother sighs, her smile widening a little, disappointed about how easy it had gotten to assume, she eyes the girl, nodding, "I suppose..." tossing her gaze elsewhere, she moves towards the utensil, the young female settling down mildly excited.

"Good morning. What's for breakfast?" asked another voice that entered the room, the man of the house lingering towards the table, sitting down with a cup of water.

"Your daughter's favourite." answered the lady.

The father grinned, shifting backwards, the girl silently watching the scene unfold, slightly concerned at how peaceful it is. "We might change homes soon, after a couple of months."

"Why so?" inquired the girl.

"Just for a change... Gotta leave the past behind."

She stayed still, listening.

Her sister's presence was missed at home, she at times does remember her, she had been a social butterfly, talking, and smiling, and they were close until she found love. It just got to the point where she'd get a little too upset with not being able to meet her significant other. She felt like she had no place to reside within her sister's heart, felt like she would be a burden, plus her sister was always too busy with work, with love, with life, with everything.

She got married during one of the toughest times during her early days and then began her new life. They kept in touch for a while but eventually things started to get overwhelming at school, home, she lost that special connection, she'd say, but they could reunite if only she tried.

She's become somewhat of an avoidant person.

Even when the situation is light at heart, it's what happens when you live in paranoia, stress, and distancing nature to resist getting left behind, to be strong when no one is physically near.

She'd probably continue this. Till she finds that very special someone of her own.

A week had breezed past. Everything was running smoothly, soundly.

When one evening, her father returned home from work with a disgruntled expression, a crinkled brow, appearing confused with a sprinkle of ire.

"Someone broke the car's windows," he said to her mother, she was a witness discerning the mention of her beloved ruined vehicle, she had urged to pick when nearly a child with new abilities to talk and point. "Who did it?" worried the woman, staring at the male in the room.

"Probably some kids from the neighbour's house." replied the father.

"How was it broken?"

"I'm unsure, someone trashed it very hard." irked, he responded.

Although she kept it to herself, she knew who was behind it. It had to be him.

He was trying to get to her. And she was adamant about avoiding him.

Eventually, she left the house he knew, moving to an apartment complex, a three-floor tall building with grey and black hues, it had roughly been a year since she decided to home school and rarely leave outside, even if she did, it would be with her parents. He seemed to have given up after she moved, he didn't know she lived no longer, and it meant a fresh new beginning, coming closer to her family and maybe, hopefully, her sister again.

The first year at the apartment was good and pleasant, she got a temporary job later on in the year, it was a happy time for her, and when reaching the end of the second year, she received a call, from her dear old sister.

"How are mom and dad?" she had asked with a quiet tone, sounding strangely sad, but she presumes the years of strain had altered her voice, it was different back from when she remembers.

"They're fine, just missing you, is all."

"Tell them I miss them too." she had replied.

"You won't talk to them?"

"Would they want to talk with me? I've been so distant from you all for so long." she gloomily confessed, her heart somehow felt light.

"Yes, you should. You know even I'll be going through your experience after a few years." she mumbled, her sister chuckled, "Oh yeah, I finally get to tease you huh. Splendid."

Then, they sat in silence, for a while, recalling all the times they spend mischievous.

"I'll perhaps come to visit you in a year."

"You know before then, maybe mom and dad will show up at your doorstep." she half-joked, "oh won't you becoming too?" her sister replied, surprised.

"Hmm, let's see. I'll probably come after mom and dad."

"How have you been, sister?" she suddenly said, she took a moment to respond, to think, to articulate her words into proper emotions of the past.

"It was tough, but I managed." she smugly retorted, giggling.

"Oh looks like my baby sister grew up, bravo, found a lover yet?" she teased.

"Nope, need some time to recover and some for myself."

"You got it, want me to help?"

She smiled. Shaking her head.

The third-year had gone by.

Her parents were ready to leave for the trip to her sister's home in a far country, she wanted to travel with them but as her duty demands it, she couldn't be permitted a leave longer than a month, so she decided to quit her job in a year and go be with her added family, she had gotten very close with them, her parents finally talked, and they bonded in time.

On June 1st, nine in the morning, she got up early to see her parents off, her mother worried, concerned if she would be alright alone, they changed homes again a few months ago, it was in a secluded, but busy countryside area, with a lot of greens, loving breeze, and pure air to inhale in and out. The house was two stories big, with four bedrooms, spacious, and had an old plus new look to it. The reason for shifting places goes as.

'If we convince your sister and her husband to come back with us, we are going to need a bigger house, for our grandchild and yours as well, a big happy family!'

That's what her mother said.

"Are you sure you will be alright? Let me stay with you, let your father go alone." her mother fretted, changing her mind at the very last minute, just within the radius of their car and bags and other needed items placed within.

"Huh? You gonna leave me now?!" her father argued.

"Mom! You need to go meet her, I'll be fine! Besides, I don't leave the house much, I will be fine, I'll join you as soon as possible." she gently reassured, the lady appeared unconvinced but still, obliged and sat in the front seats.

"Call me every day! Eat your food properly! And don't leave the windows open!"

Wailed the mother from the car window, she sighed, nodding along to satisfy her.

"Okay! I got it, be safe, call me when you reach sis."

Finally, with a few more talks and reminders, they departed.

She demurely stood for a minute, stretchering her shoulders, sucking in the uncontaminated flurry of air, huffing once and rotating in the direction of her house. The door unbolted from when she stepped out to say farewell, closing it behind her, the calm and stagnant environment in the abode bothered her, for a bit, she found herself forgetting and remembering a few times, realizing the distant say, 'once something is gone, is only when you begin to see the value of it.'

She recalls hearing it from someone.

Although the lull and placid nature did not agitate her, she sorta does rue keeping her job so that she could extend her savings before finally bidding goodbye for certain.

Gingerly handling the glass as she ascended the stairs, she pushes her door ajar and sets foot into her sweet-smelling room, nestling the cup to the edge of her table, she rolls her chair to the window, alas, resting with a cold lemonade to consume. Staring out, relishing the tender caress of the wind, slowly she tilts her head.

Calmly gulping the drink, she begins to reminiscence.

It was a chilly night, she sat up later than usual, upon switching the channels, she stumbled across the U.A sports festival being reviewed again, she had missed the majority of it, just the finals were in preparation, she curiously carried on her inspection, going stiff when a certain blonde boy walked unto the platform, a tough posture taken, and glaring eyes. She didn't finish it.

That was the last time she saw him.

The very last she came face to face was during her last day at Aldera.

When harking back to her middle school days, she suddenly mused on the plushie she had brought for him, she vaguely remembers putting it somewhere in her closet, she also recalled her greenette friend, izuku, perhaps she had talked to him before everything went down, the details are a bit too hazy to discern, but it's been long.

Her bully also hadn't given back her notebook.

Almost four years have transpired.

She had two months left of her work, she had gotten fairly accustomed to dwelling alone in her home, didn't quite have friends but was content with being all by herself, it was less stressful, she supposes.

It was a Sunday morning, she barely slept, made toast with strawberry jam, a small portion of beverage, she wasn't keen on drinks. The breeze was as loving as ever and the day was young, she booked a taxi to take her to a restaurant in the bustling city, she's awfully shameful to admit, she had relatively embellished into a free soul without her parent's interference, she still rarely went out but came to appreciate the stories her sister would narrate of her unplanned outings in her early days. It was a diffident escapade.

She checked her ticking watch, her presence spotted by the few people strolling in the street, in awe and bizarre astonishment, she quickly made her way towards her close destination, her purse clenched and hasty steps, cascading her gaze to the polished floor, the fresh fragrance residing the site, and it was glacially pleasant, despite her timid nature, she softly smiled, thinking of going to her normal seat, a butler popped up before her and politely requested her to head upstairs, she wordlessly obliged, steadily climbing up the pair of stairs, she welcomed herself in.

Inquisitively observing the uncharted place, she doesn't venture here often, there was a large table conjoined to the right, seats were partially vacant, but a few were occupied, a mop of hair abruptly ratified her memory, those lush green hairs could only belong to a certain boy she was familiar with. What was he doing here?

She didn't execute anything for a split second. Just looking soundlessly.

Was she to greet and meet him? What was she to say? What can she say, it's been so long, he appeared different, was he the same boy she knew?

Fortunately, she didn't have the time to ponder any longer as her person of interest got up and immediately stopped in his tracks, awkwardly staring at each other. Then, they both nervously smiled, the two people he was talking with seemed to have noticed their weird enactment. Eyeing each other in question, one girl with brown hair, another male with dark blue. She happened to be the one to utter anything first.

"Hello, izuku." it came out a lot different than she intended, nonetheless, he swiftly and sheepishly responded, his fists loosely held to his side.

"You... Hey- um... hi." he timidly chuckled.

She stifled a stupid grin, was this the kid who dragged her along when they met for the very first time? She assumes he hadn't changed a lot, which is nice to be aware of. Scrupulously Pushing the doubting notion of someone else being present.

"How are you?" she asked, still unsure whether or not she should have opened her mouth and made herself apparent, because those two pairs of eyes gaping through the whole interaction unravel, must have felt the uneasiness waffling the room.

"UH- yeah, yes I'm good... you?" he added, shyly peeking at her face.

She giggled, wrinkling her eyes with a genuine smile, her body relaxing, her hand gripping the arm coming down and non-verbally communicating her openness to small conversation.

"I'm doing great, I did not expect to meet you like this."

He faintly reddened, pointing his glance to her expression and shying away once more.

"I'm... glad we met, actually I've wanted to talk for a long while now." he replied, scratching his neck and swallowing his nerves, "I did miss you when you left." he lowly articulated, she almost couldn't have heard it if she hadn't taken a step forward.

"Please don't mind us but, you two are friends?"

She looked at the voice behind izuku, pressing her lips together and mentally bracing for a talk.

"Oh! So, you guys have known each other from childhood?" repeated the girl, her ears picking up on the mild relief tuning in her bubbly voice. Hmm, maybe she had some alternative motives with her friend?

"Yes, that's right." she nodded, peering at the two friends.

"We almost thought you were partners in a close relationship." butted the male sitting beside the brown-haired female, who instantly closed her lips and seldomly stared.

She couldn't help but laugh, not paying attention to the blushing boy next to her, holding to the chair and avoiding eye contact by shunning his gaze to the cleared table. She replied.

"No, no, I wouldn't know if he did have a crush on me though. We aren't lovers if that is what you are implying." she finished with an amused glint. The other female accompanying the seats oddly remained unspeaking, the agitated boy then answered, "Y-yes um... We didn't go into that phrase." he quietly muttered.

"Are you indirectly admitting to having had a crush on her midoriya?"

Izuku silently mourned in embarrassment, rapidly taking in a breath. Hands loafed in-between his laps, rubbing his finger to dull the prompt blow to his mum rambling.

"N-NO...! I-I didn't say that." he weakly defended.

"Ahh! Sorry guys- I gotta go now, hero duty calls. You wanna come with me iida?" uraraka exclaimed, a buzz popped from her phone soon after, the male nodded, got up, and spoke, "Yes, will you be joining us midoriya?" he implored, izuku shook his head, saying, "You go on ahead, I'll be catching with you later."

The two friends accepted the response, waved goodbye, and disappeared. So now, it was just him and her, the floor vacant, the cold artificial puff of air touching their skins, and the muffled sound of classic melody cavorting in the background distracting them, his green eyes briefly looked into hers and then he took the leap to get the first say in, this time, placing his arms on the furniture, his shoulder shrugged and pulled back, he begins.

"I never thought I could meet you again after that incident, you shortly left school too, it was too... unquiet in the classroom. After you were gone."

She concentrated on his words, soaking in the intentions and the unnoticeable change of behaviour, she craved, tilting her head voicelessly urging him to continue.

"I... I had rushed to the teachers after kacchan landed the first hit on you, after that, he wasn't given any major punishment, he did stop coming to classes regularly, we only talked during our first combat test, he was very angry."

He recited his short occurrences.

"Until currently, he apologized for bullying us. He mentioned you very vaguely." He looked at her for any tell-tale signs of displeasure, saw none, and proceeded.

"I just wanted you to know." He concluded.

She hesitated then calmly spoke.

"So, are you guys pro-heroes now? Just like when I used to hear you guys rave when we were kids?" she mumbled with a small grin. Izuku chuckled, smiling.

"Yeah, we just began our careers a few months ago, we planned this small arrangement for the whole class to gather and meet up. Even kacchan was here." He said.

"That's very good to know." she did not comment anything on the topic of her bully, but alas, did not want to be rude and ruin the moment between them, because as much as she denies it, she is still avoiding.

She just barely missed seeing him in person, she couldn't be any more glad.

"You should come to meet up with my friends often, I'm sure they would like it."

She nods, giving him a wide grin, saying, "Good luck heroes."

In the coming week, through the weekend, she was brushing her hair, hissing and shutting her eyes tight when tugged a long strand, in petite comfortable attire, bare-faced, endowed in a white transparent top with shorts, though it was frigid at night, daytime was equally warm.

Coddling herself with some face cream, silently revisiting her remembrances with izuku.

She saw him on the news by chance the day after they happened upon each other, and unexpectedly, she also found him on the screen of her television, his name in bold large letters, 'Ground zero'

Though he came out famous as he had clambered to the top ranks of the hero society, he certainly did not come across to be well-liked by the locals that much. Deku, on the other hand, had accumulated several life-long supporters, and fans in a short period.

She wasn't choosing favourites, but maybe she was biased, all in consideration of what had come to pass with him and her. He occasionally, subtly reminded her of her mother, more specifically, her quirk. She wasn't sure how hers worked, but it was catered towards emotional distress.

She's seen it ensue numerous times.

Her father had a unique quirk, lacking in the ability to utilize it, it was a spontaneous one, and he can't quite manipulate it.

She, however, did prove to be born with the perfect combination of both quirks, but still varies in usage. She was called loopy for a reason. There's a particular incident involved with it, sadly, as she gets up to fetch her device from the charging stand, she eventually relinquishes it to the back of her head. Noting the pops up on her mobile.

A new message from Deku.

She eagerly says it aloud in her brain.

It goes.

'I'm so sorry to be disturbing you right now, but I really need to tell you something.' He messaged, and she peers, shifting her thumb to type in.

'And that is?' She sent.

'So um, yesterday, I found those... what were they called? Chocos? Those treats you mentioned you liked, I purchased them and tried them out, you were right they are very tasty!"

'OH! Where did you find them? I haven't had it in weeks!" she eagerly typed away.

'Plus, the chocolate and vanilla filling inside is super delicious right?'

'Yup! I'm glad I tried, I brought them at the convenience store you got that plushie from." he replied, 'also, today.' the text box buffed, a response yet to be written.

'Kacchan suddenly asked about you.'

Her heart skipped a small beat, hastily translating her thoughts into simple words. However, surprisingly her friend intervened before she touched the send button.

'I didn't tell anything about you, he probably doesn't know we met, I don't think anyone might have told him unless... iida was asked.'

'I'm so sorry I should have considered it, they don't know what happened and I haven't had the chance to tell them, I'm so very sorry!'

'It's fine. Please don't let him know anything, I understand it's okay! Just... Just be a little careful, aren't you on hero duty?' She attempted to preclude the topic.

'I am!'

'Are you not paying attention while... I don't know, fighting, walking?' She solicited.

'Oh! No, I'm just on a short break, thought I could talk with you for a bit.'

She simpered. Ameliorating their conversation, happily spoke despite the sinking feeling rippling in her stomach. Dismissing it for her peace of mind.

For the next couple of days, she swithered between idling at home, feeling paranoid to rove to her workplace, and she contemplated discussing an early leave, resign, she had even purchased tickets online to depart on June 12th, the same month her parents left and the month she too was vividly planning to.

She was on night shift, she arrives home at dawn, via a taxi or a bus, she doesn't go alone, most of the time, if she can help it, periodically, seeking her co-workers to assist her back, she couldn't be caught unchaperoned when outside and about, even though, she is fond of being by herself. There are a few instances when it can't be helped.

She was nearby the neighbouring street, just got off the bus at a stop and striding towards her location, distracting herself upon receiving a call, she fishes it out of her black purse, squinting her eyes at the contact name, it was her parents.

"Hey mom." she cheered, a part of her attention now directed towards the elder's tone.

"I saw the notification on our email, are you deciding to join us in June?"

"Yeah, there's only so long I can live without you all, I'm thinking of asking for the resignation papers early, is there anything you want me to bring with me?" she inquired, unbolting the gate and crossing the threshold into their site, attempting to pluck out her keys shortly.

"Oh no! There are plenty of things we need here itself, don't forget to safely lock the doors and everything else before you board the plane. If we ever decide to take a short vacation, we can stay at our own house." replied the mother.

"Hahaha okay, will do."

"Have you reached home yet?" asked the lady on the phone, quietly the young female pushed the steel into the keyhole, rotating it, "Hmm, I just reached, I'm going to have breakfast and go to bed, I'll call you later again." finished the girl, instantly heeding a coy response and removed the device from her ear.

Shutting the door tight, she tosses her shoes at the entrance, ambling to the kitchen and switching on the lights, the lid hallway upstairs showcasing her bedroom door, moving inside and carelessly swapping her coat to the stand, replacing her jeans and blouse with her nightly finery. Unfastening the windows, permitting the pale yellow rays to brighten her space, the stillness being disrupted by songbirds.

She settled on readying herself a cup of instant ramen, deprived of her usual vigour due to inconsistent work shifts, returning with her meal, she sat before the window, starting to devour the tasty yet unhealthy breakfast, slurping, chewing, and observing the skies transpose colours, casting a soft ethereal glow to the world surrounding her.

In moments like these, she forgets to worry.

It was the weekend, she was tempted into the idea of late watching movies after finishing her nap, at 6 Pm, she settled down on the settee, bathed and frazzled, deviating herself from useless facts wondering which show to view and which snack to enjoy, she decided on ice cream whilst showering but distracted the notion with french fries, pre-made, just required to deep fry and then pour on melted cheese with hot spices. In the end, she had arrived at an unequivocal decision, potato chips with fries as a side dish.

Mustering the zeal, she attempts to cook briefly and swiftly.

Exhaling with glee, the youngling booked her seat in the middle, slumping to grab the remote and keenly selected her choice of film. It was the story of a woman pretending to be a man, who unironically made all those silly sacrifices to glibbing her crush, she cackled at a few jests in the moving pictures, grinning wide throughout the entirety of the enactment.

Finishing her salty treats, she attempts to reach the water bottle on the stand when the whole house goes dark and quiet. She groaned, squinting at the dully lightened clock clamped to the wall, reading, 9 Pm. Standing up, she strenuously searches for her phone, feeling it tugged in between the solid pillows.

A knock startles her.

She internally groans, with leaden steps, peeping from the lounge, to the grim entrance, the capacious space appeared infinitely eerie without any brightness, extending bound the murkiness while in shadows, she gulped, smiling to herself, this wasn't the first time, the knock at nighttime was.

She doesn't exactly want to know who was behind the door. So, hoping to quell her unsaid curiosity, she near the window in the room she was stationed, and peered out, noticing a vague figure adorned in black, waiting at the door, who instantly turned towards her, she ducked, her heart in her throat and breath sucked in, the grass crushing underneath the person's foot made her wary of her slight movements, a silhouette loomed over her, casting their outline onto the wooded ground, curtains were drawn, it limited the person's insight.

All while she was engrossed in soothing her panic.

When the shadow moved to the other window, briefly looking and then striding towards the back of the house, she continued to watch, at a snail's pace, walking to the glass and peeking outside, she caught a glimpse of blonde hair, a built frame, and it racked her memory.

He looked like her bully.

Even izuku did not know her address, so how did he?

A louder knock resonated in the house, and she stiffened, not daring to inch towards it, feebly, haplessly resuming her fight or flight instincts. Mulling over her limited knowledge did not seem possible, as another knock soon sounded, she slowly advanced backwards, eyes wide and prepared to make a mad dash to the bolted door if necessary.

Then, it got eerily placid. No inclination from the person out on the site, nor did it feel safe to attempt anything, she hesitantly lifts herself from her lowered position, throwing a hasty glance to the kitchen, her device tightly clutched. Looking from behind the wall, the back door was fortunately not littered with any damage, she checked just in case, it was locked.

A raucous bang pierced the stillness in the breeze. Once more.

"I know you don't wanna talk to me."

An obscured heavy voice grabbed her undivided attention, she restained her breath, listening without answering or indicating she was about to, it was him, his voice had matured, but that taunting voice of his had ripped a place out for itself in her mind, it remained hard to forget.

Then, a husky, forlorn voice, said, "I need to talk with you."

She wasn't going to disassemble her ploy.

"Are you still going to ignore me, even after all this time?" His voice suddenly cracked, but the lower it gets, the higher it rises, "Stop being a coward and talk to me!" he yelled, she jolted back, bending her head, her terrified eyes darting to the voice, afraid that in making the slightest movement meant death.

Silenced engulfed the two. Then.

"I'll be back..." he whispered, with a glaring gaze, walking away.

The young girl, stricken with terror, let the urgency to meet her parents, consume her.

She needed those resignation papers, fast.

The blackout was a blessing in disguise.

The night extended, and slumber didn't lure her into sweet dreams.

She kept jerking up from her disturbed leisure, gawking at the palest sound, the dusk scarier when she's alone and it's opaque, noiseless, hyper-aware of her drawn breaths. A dull shine radiated from outside her window, procuring some lustre into the darkroom, she paused, shutting herself in her coverings, arduously laying her unquiet thoughts to sleep. She stilled.

Eventually, the birds began cheeping and her pounding chest subdued.

Wariness plunged into her slow blinking eyes, seeing herself in the mirror whilst she brushed her teeth, she could only close her eyes for two hours.

Before she woke herself up, uncertain and frightened. It felt like she had only blinked and reopened her eyes.

Lowering her face first by the staircase as she peered into the hall, gingerly climbing down and taking in the view. The unfinished fries abandoned to fester with the air, a few chip crumbs broken into diminutive chunks, her water bottle left unsealed. It was just the way it was when she fled to her room.

She checked every door.

Clasping a bat and cautiously stepping out to the truce breeze, strained eyes blown open, thinking she would be vigilant enough to pin out anything out of place. Glancing at the intersections of the house, stammering to inspect the backdoor.

What if he hadn't really gone? What if she just dreamt of his arrival? She wasn't in a sound space to distinguish, halting before the entrance, finding nothing of implication, just a perfunctory garden, the seeds her mother had sowed as it was the first she saw.

She didn't trust the deceit of her eyes.

A FEW MONTHS EARLIER.

With the alluring sound of nature, greens and thin branches raffling to the zephyr, two footsteps made their way to the architecture, a young man in his early 20s, blonde, tall, sturdy toned arms, board shoulders, sullen glare, monitoring the diffident location. The older man accompanying him wore a precise grin, guiding the person to the house they were about to view, a quixotic stunning home.

"The house is newly furnished, polished, just finished the preparation a few days ago, and is supplied with basic necessities, you won't have a problem here." The man assured, palms open, looking at the older boy who listened along, his red eyes, low-lidded and an ever-present frown adorning his lip. Coming across as phlegmatic, and irascible.

The man didn't seem bothered, professionally handling himself and his business, explaining most things as they ascended the stairs, letting the door unfasten as the two stepped into the smell of fresh paint, and adhesives, the wood lowly creaked, the white and black walls of the place designed beautifully, a hand politely pointing the facilities, rooms and specific mentions and cautions of the owner as they further into the territory

"If you are to make a purchase, the house will only be on sale for a month more. There are other houses you could see, but they might lack what you want, this is the most secluded and quiet place I could find." said the man with a slight nod, maintaining eye contact.

"And what about the last place we saw?" stolidly questioned the blonde, lifting his lip and pulling his brows inwards, the man glib, saying, "That place got rented a long time ago, the owner told me one of my friends had surprisingly brought it." He enunciates before thinking.

He grimaced, taking his hand out of his pocket, raising his voice, "did you sell it off after I made it clear I was interested!?"

The man quickly puts up his hand, answering, "No, the owner hadn't told me, usually, homes get booked beforehand with a little compensation, you hadn't quite made it clear to the owner so he sought it off." he shuts his mouth, nervously smiling at the irritated customer.

"Who is this friend of yours?" He frigidly inquired, one eyebrow raised, half glaring at the innocent broker, folding his arms as he awaited a response. He at least wanted to know who stole his place.

The man appeared friendly enough to share his stories, everyone he had come into contact with were strangers who would forget one another within a day. He redeemed.

"A college workmate of mine, who goes by the name Whitlock. He used to be an engineer, but I'm not sure if he is still pursuing that career... He has a daughter, If you are looking for a bride." he finished, unsure towards the end of his sentence, turning to the male.

The blonde stopped blinking, wide-eyed, stuck with his thoughts, the man noticed.

"Is... something the matter?" he asked.

The young man resumed his scornful attitude, wrinkling the gap between his eyebrows, suddenly faring furtive, he glanced to the right, gripping his crossed limbs. His face non-verbally expressing his thought process, the man knew what was to trust from the serious gesture. Either disapproval or reckless talks.

"On second thought." He went on.

"I'll buy this house, I want the papers and whatever stuff that needs to be done, given to me, I want this house, and you better not sell it off like the last one." The blonde growled, glaring with rancour.

The sudden change had amazed the broker but he merely welcomed it, shortly agreeing to deliver the vital sheets and shook hands. Katsuki gave him a sharp look, tossing a quick glance to the rooms, soundlessly concluding that he might need more safety. He noted this might be the most ideal place to keep someone safe, and locked up.

Now, to finally get in touch with her.

A YEAR EARLIER

Katsuki woke up.

In a cold sweat, groaning and supporting his throbbing head, kicking the blankets off his warm body and sitting slouched on the edge of his king-sized bed.

Staring at the mat underneath his foot, feeling irritated and bothered by his soaked tank top.

He had a vapid dream of his crush, his loured expression wilted, he sat, quietly mourning with a distant gleam. It was a repeated sequence of her during middle school, the kiss they shared, she vanished giving the most hateful eyes he's seen been directed towards him, then, a vivid sound of her crying, wailing, he remembered it from their childhood.

The constant loop of her voice saying 'I hate you played in his head, every time he is seated still, that desolating tune returns and returns, what's he to think when she's cut him off from her life entirely, he's guilty, he knows, but how far was she willing to take this so she could wrong herself by doing that.

The sight of her perched at her chair and he watching her from behind, was like a picture clung to his memory, her soft naive expression facing him, she almost smiled, but not at him.

He got up from bed, parting the curtains, looking outside, the empty entrance of his house, another reminiscing notion occurring to him.

Her features pained, eyes brimming with big tears, and her crying face would always be involved.

"You brat, what took you so long!" roared his mother, scowling at his face from across the table, his father sitting beside her, grasping a glass of tea.

"I was taking a shower!" he retorted, glaring back at her, as usual, his pops never interfered in the middle of their jeers, plopping down on the chair opposite to them, he leaned back, defensively folding his arms.

"Slow brat, how long does it take to bathe?"

"At least I don't smell of sweat!" he argued, the mother gasped, reopening her mouth to shout, "Katsuki, my stupid son, might I remind you I gave birth to you, so you have my genes as well, you smelly brat." she boasted, if only she were near, she would grab his ear and bellowed some more.

He toughened, opting to simply exclude their session.

The family ate breakfast with lingering truculence. The quiet party in the group, timidly gazing at his son and wife, sipping some of his bitter drink, viler and tart than what he'd make, but would he dare say so to his volatile spouse.

"So, when are you planning to marry, katsuki, when will you bring a grandchild home?" Abruptly mockingly, teased the mother, mischievously grinning, instantly gaining a comeback.

"Shut up, you old hag!"

"Hmm, oh I know, honey, you remember that girl our boy chased in his childhood, what was her name, it was such a pretty name!" she groaned, shrugging her shoulder in disappointment.

He stopped for a moment, something unsettling conjuring the air around him, he did not give back his response, continuing to have his meal in silence. The pair seemed to notice.

"Well, our son will be graduating from U.A soon." The father calmly mused, softly smiling at the two, feeling proud. Expecting a reaction from their prideful son. However.

"Yeah," their son demurely mumbled, leaving his plates emptied and striding out the room.

The couple watching his back, as the noise of the door unbolting and closing greeted them.

Somehow, they couldn't squelch the dread pooling in their stomach and, felt like they had cuffed down rows of needles.

She ceased, slowly blinking, her body stiff and loose, her casual black outfit didn't blend her into the environment, it only made her stand out.

Advancing through her plan, she ambles into the office, her gaze drifting to the centre of the room, bowing her head to hand out the documents from her bag, the stern man wordlessly watched her, keeping a maintained facade, she immediately greets, "Good morning sir, I've come to sign the papers."

Unbothered, pulling one of the drawers from his desk like he had better tasks to finish, the girl meekly stands, awkwardly shifting her posture, resettling the strap of her purse on her shoulders, bending forward to view the sheets her manager slammed on the desk.

"About time you thought of coming back, your constant leaves has compelled me to think you've grown indolent." he bitterly articulated, placing his gripped knuckles on the table, eyeing her to respond. She did not say anything, her face already betraying what she felt hearing him.

"It's good you are planning to leave, I wouldn't want to keep an irregular employee who is absent for the majority of her days. Take the papers and get out of my office." his voice pitched higher, snatching the sheet she had barely touched and angrily signed, throwing it into her face, reflectively, her face moved back.

"Get your stupid face out of my sight."

His word weighted heavier on her vulnerable mind.

She walked out, humiliated, dismissing the curious stares of her co-workers, sauntering to the exit with her hand holding onto the object strapped on her left, sighing and gloomily carrying on with her day, within a few forlorn rungs, her phone buzzed, she picked it out of her pocket, prosaically soaking in the ID of the call, her sister.

She didn't feel like talking.

Scooping it into place, she made her way home. Letting the device ring.

She locked the door behind her, flung her handbag onto a piece of furniture, and swiftly went to her room, she didn't change her clothes, pulling out a suitcase from her wardrobe.

Perching it onto her bed, then got to work, throwing her shirts and dresses, everything in the large travelling crate, pumping in more articles, upon coming to the last few drawers, she spots an eye-catching golden peeping from below, and soon, she found out it was the all might toy she got, almost four years ago, should she take it?

She couldn't waste time thinking.

Deciding to worry about it later, she returns the plushie to its place.

The sun was drowning in the skies, and she latches the cover of the suitcase, removing from the top of the mattress and bringing it down, swivelling it to the front of the room, then, she turns around to her wallet, kegs, and crucially, her passport, she stuffs them into her black purse, double-checking everything once it was readied.

It was time to leave.

Organizing herself in the mirror, she loosened her hair from the low ponytail, figuring in her frantic frenzy, her hair tie might detach, shoddily applying a benign layer of make-up.

She was going to stay at a hotel, for a few days till she could reschedule her flight, she had made the mistake of overestimating the days she would have been able to breathe peacefully. Now that she was alone, and her parents were not around, she was in an unguarded standpoint.

This time, they wouldn't be able to help.

Walking down the stairs with her suitcase, she mounts her pouch on it, letting it sit at the entrance while she browsed through everything.

She embarks on her progress with the windows first, quickly pulling a couple of them shut with urgency, fear, drawing the curtains and sealing the place off before she emigrated, knowing she should cover the couch with a white sheet but allowed it to slip her mind, she could come back again to fix, all she wants is to get out of the house.

She's on the verge of finalizing her survey on the final window on the upper floors, overlooking several things as solace surged her senses.

She tacitly shambled down the treads, passing by the corridor. She pauses. What was that figure she perceived from her right?

Racking her brain to understand if she had glimpsed it right or wrongly.

"You planning on leaving?" Called out a husky voice from the settee, she stopped breathing.

A shudder rushed down her spine, and then, she looked at him, arrogantly allotted himself on her special seat. Like a dear caught in plain sight, she strutted.

"Where are your parents?" He curtly interrogated her, her body stiffly snaffling the smallest step backwards, enticing him to a fit of contempt. He snarled, "Not going to answer me, huh."

"Are you still avoiding me like some sort of plague?" He pressured. Fetching out her phone meant getting his attention on it, which would stir up more hostility than favourable, he wouldn't let her call when his glare is sharp, and his concealed guilt is deteriorating.

"Am I not worthy of you?! I've been searching for you this entire time!! While you were here, yet again, trying to leave." He shouts, his voice coming out forced and gruffly dark, she shrinks into her skin, his approaching figure inciting dread to merge.

"As if I'll let you leave again." He spoke.

Her heartbeat paces up.

Without a second thought, she quickly galloped. Surprising herself with how fast she had eluded him.

Her retreating footsteps spurred him into action. His audible heavy footfalls boomed in her eardrums. Dashing towards her fleeing figure, with wide-open eyes.

Lunging at the door, trembling in terror, breathlessly chanting and shaking the doorknob, loudly whimpering when he slammed her body against it with his own, crushing her entire physique. She was slow with fear.

She cries out, instantly dismissing the impact thanks to the adrenaline currently in her blood, but his large calloused hands jabbed her face back, firmly throwing her away from the exit.

She hits the rigid floor, groaning, scurrying to get away. Regardless, he proves to be faster than her. Shoving her down and straddling her back, harshly grabbing her breakable arms and twisting them behind her. He simpered.

"Guess you are still as delicate as I remember." He uttered casually, the surface of her skin turning red from his steep grip. He tightened his hold, and she continued to lash and bark, defying his bid. He grimaced, striking her limbs down harder.

"Get off of me!!" She screamed, desperately struggling while being held down by a trained brute.

"Arghh! Get off of me!!" She cried out, more garish, draining her energy steadily. Her voice was raspy, splitting the silence of her home.

"You think, I wanna do this?"

"You made me do it, you've been avoiding me our entire life!!" He retorted, his voice louder than hers, he squeezes in more pressure. Keeping her down with sheer strength.

"You never gave me a chance! Do you hate me that much?" He roared, his brows crimped, his cold stare narrowed.

"You hate me so much, don't you?" He sneered. Right near her ear.

"You were trying to leave again, trying to rip me out of your life, weren't you!" He mouthed, his heavy tone eliciting another sob out her lips.

"I will never let you get rid of me."

His voice darkly snapped, his torso leaning more weight on her veneer, trapping the air inside of her lungs, battling to breathe, she stifled, eyelashes damped with tears.

Something cold touched her wrist, it dragged a shiver down her spine, and then it clinked. It was a handcuff.

He loosened his grasp, ignoring her outcries as he pulled her up from the floor, slumping her on his shoulders, stabilizing her thrashing legs.

Moving towards the sofa, flinging her down on it, towering over her, pressing her leg into the cushions, but it wasn't effective enough, aggravated, he draws in a heavy breath, staring at her stained face.

"If you make another sound, I'll break your ankles." He threatened, it merely succeeded in making her cry more. He scorned.

"Stop crying." He lowly muttered, face intimately close to her, she closed her eyes, reluctantly swallowing her whimpers, lips curled down, and small tears dripping down her cheek and soaking into the maroon fabric. She looked away from him.

"Please stop, please don't do this, please!" She begged, he heard her but didn't say anything.

"Please I'm sorry I won't ignore you anymore, please let me go.!" She pleaded, and the male prevailed unpersuaded, deliberately, worming his fingers around her waterway, staring deep into her fearful eyes, imitating her intakes.

"You move from this spot. It won't end well for you." He grumbled, sternly stating it like he was speaking to a child.

She gaped, urging herself to nod.

He fiercely glared, wordlessly questioned her intent and lifted himself to his feet, his loud thumping footfalls sounding in the room, she quietly sat, cautiously turning to watch where he was going, shortly, she heard the fridge open, and fling shut.

Worrying if she did anything, he'd do worse.

He returned with her mug, settled down before her and announced.

"Open your mouth."

She glanced at him, at the liquid then into his red eyes, she seemed unwilling, refuting his strict mandate.

"I said, open your mouth. Don't make me repeat myself." He opened his eyes wider, invading what little leeway was left.

"I don't want it!" She forcefully resisted.

"I said, open your stupid mouth or else I'll shove it down your throat!!" He bellowed, fingers closing on her chin, as she receded into the pillows, fastening her lips tighter.

He loudly inhaled.

Without any qualms, he coerced his thumb in-between her mouth, forcing down her lower lip, she withheld him any leisure. He grew angrier. He was bound to snap any moment if this keeps up. Her inner lip was aching, her skin might have cracked.

"I'm telling you one last time, open your mouth." She clutched her jaw, he noticed.

"Fine, the hard way, it is." He said.

He pounced, any action was neglected, how much would her fist hurt him? Not much.

His whole hand shrouded her face, strongly aiming to pry her mouth ajar so the drink he needed her to consume, would be cleared, the tip of his fingers created tiny crevices on the skin, sinking into it.

Yanking her face up and spilling it in, his knee curbing into her flesh, deterring her rout. She didn't have time to breathe. He only permits her any movement after she had gobbled it down.

She coughed as soon as he lets go, bending down, her bound hand not enabling her to cover up the sorry sight she's become. He quietly watched. She can't tell how long she panted, but it was long enough to realise how much everything hurt, her pained throat made her voice sound odd.

"Why...?" She whispered, a stream of warm tears oozing out, "why are you doing to me?" She wept.

Black spots were forming in her vision, she wasn't dizzy, she felt paralysed, her stance on the sofa no longer stable, dropping onto the carpet.

Hands beside her head, her legs couldn't exhume the stamina to move. Her movements weren't more than a twitch.

Hopelessly, observing his shoes walk towards her, strong hands embracing her, tugging her, coiling his fingers around her waist and picking her up, bridal style.

He gently set her down. She couldn't keep her head straight.

Katsuki strolled out of the hall, returning with her briefcase and her purse when she opened her eyes again, she breathed a disagreement, peering at the male, he pithily glanced, chuckling, speaking up with a fond tone.

"Guess you were prepared to come with me, let's see if you have all your stuff." He teased, he first took out her passport, "Oh, where were you planning to go?"

"We could both go on a vacation." He mocked, scornfully corking it into his pocket, bolstering a chastising glint.

"On our honeymoon." He snickered.

She couldn't say anything. More tears leaked out of her eye sockets, drenching into the rough texture, and she silently weeps.

He fished out another item, then another, enjoying belittling her, finally, he came to her suitcase, promptly plucking one of her bras out, eyeing it, then saying.

"You have good taste."

She released a sob, moaning in misery.

"That was a compliment, why are you crying? You should appreciate it." That didn't help, her aching chest inducing her uneasiness. She felt like her younger self when she didn't dare to stand up for herself.

"Looks like you were right, you are ready to go. I'll get you a few things while we are on our way home." He muttered, heaving her frame up from the warmed rug. Softly whispering.

"You made it so easy for me."

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🍒Be Good🍒

💋 SUMMARY// At 3am, every Sunday, Bucky locks his bedroom door to watch his favorite camgirl. What's to happen when he finds out he's much closer to her than leaving generous tips on her videos?

🍒 WARNINGS// Smut, cursing, oral (m receiving), bucky being nervous and cocky all at once, a smidgen of subby bucky, big dick bucky, i think that's it.

💋 AU// Roommate!Bucky x Camgirl!Reader

🍒 NOTE// OK, finally it's done 😅

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Moodboard by// @commonintrest

"Why are we here, exactly?" Bucky asked as the two of you walked into the shop that was filled with different sets of lingerie, sex toys and other things meant for sexual pleasure.

"If you're still serious about doing the video, we gotta get stuff to hide who you are." You shrugged, wandering towards a rack that held masks. "Well, I'm not very sure how many people have metal arms. It'll be kinda obvious."

"Nothing a jacket and some gloves won't fix."

You had expected Bucky to change his mind the next day, but so far he hadn't. He wouldn't say it outloud, but the thought excited him.

Even though you had told him there wasn't any actual sex involved, he just thought about the way your lips were going to feel around him and the glossy red lipstick you had worn in the videos would smudge against his skin and off of your lips.

"How about this one?" He pulled his gaze away from your lips to look at the black mask you held in your hand. "Would I be able to breathe in that thing?" He chuckled, taking it from you. "Well, yeah. There's holes."

Bucky lifted the mask to his face, holding it in place as he looked at you. The rubbery plastic covering from his nose down, leaving his denim blues visible.

Your lips curled up in a smile, raising your eyebrows. "You have really beautiful eyes." Bucky laughed lightly at the compliment, tossing the mask into the basket you were holding. "Thanks, cherry."

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Bucky's head was swarming with thoughts as he sat on your bed that had been covered with a large throw blanket, the backdrop blocking the off white color of the walls and your headboard.

You stood in front of him, one of his t-shirts covering the lingerie set you wore as you set up a tripod. "Okay, stand up." You said with a soft smile, clipping the garter belt to the stockings and looking to him.

Dropping to your knees one at a time once he stood, Bucky sucked in a sharp breath when your fingers worked at the button of his jeans. "I thought you said that pictures were first?" He said, exhaling slowly. "They are, but pants aren't required."

He nodded, his cock already stirring in his jeans at the sight of you on your knees in front of him- tugging the tight fabric down his legs so he could kick them off. "Just one last thing-"

Goosebumps raised on his skin when your lips pressed to his hip bone just above the band of his briefs. A bright red lipstick print gracing the skin when you pulled away and stood with a proud smile.

Sitting back down on the bed, Bucky cleared his throat. "Now what?"

Your foot pushed his apart, trying to keep your eyes away from the bulge in his underwear as he leaned back on his forearms. "Just relax." You shrugged, adjusting the leather jacket to show more of his bare stomach and making sure the metal of his left shoulder wasn't visible, before handing him the mask to put on.

He heard a few shutter clicks after you went back behind the camera, watching as you pressed a few buttons then took the few steps back to him.

"Get 'em?" Bucky said, swallowing thickly when you moved to straddle his lap. "Hands here." You moved his gloved hands to hold your backside, his fingers pushing the hem of the shirt up a little. "You sure?"

Bucky hated that he was showing how nervous he was to be in such close quarters, he'd wanted this since the day you moved in.

"Bucky, if you're not sure about doing this we can stop." You said, leaning away a little to look at him. "It's not that-" he shook his head, words slightly muffled by the rubbery plastic covering the lower half of his face. "I wanna do this."

He cleared his throat and gathered all of the confidence he had as he shifted under you slightly. Your hands resting on his shoulders as his gave a soft squeeze to the supple flesh of your ass, biting back a groan when you brushed the erection straining against his briefs.

A few more shutter clicks and you stood, Bucky finally taking a deep breath to calm the pounding in his chest.

"This seems a little unfair." He said, watching you lean to get your mask from the dresser. "How's that?" You mused, cocking an eyebrow at him

Bucky leaned forward to toy with the hem of the shirt you were wearing. "Take it off." His husky tone sent a shiver down your spine. Thought you tried to hide it by gripping the bottom of the shirt, lifting it up and over your head before dropping it to the floor.

You could feel his slate blue eyes piercing through you, his breathing uneven as his gaze raked over the way the two piece, lacy and white lingerie fit your body as you stood behind the camera again.

"Ready?" Bucky swallowed thickly and nodded, not looking from you as you sunk down to your knees again. Reciting the rules you told him yesterday in his head.

'No kissing, it's too intimate, and be good.'

He lifted his hips enough for you to pull his briefs down his thighs, your breath catching in your throat when his erection sprung out. Long and thick, the tip red and swollen, like it was aching to be touched.

More confidence washed through Bucky at your expression, lips parted as you pumped your hand along his shaft a few times. Eyes flicking up to meet his as your tongue poked out to catch a bead of precum leaking down from the slit, eliciting a low groan from him.

Moaning softly at the salty taste tainting your tastebuds, your lips wrapped around the bulbous head. Glossy red lipstick smudging to the skin just like Bucky had pictured it would.

It didn't take much for Bucky to fall into the rhythm and completely forget about the camera pointed at the two of you. Wanton moans and pants leaving his lips, muffled by the mask but still very audible.

His hand holding the back of your head as you swallowed him down to his base, drool leaking around your lips and down your chin as you squeezed the thick muscles on his thigh- moaning around him

Bucky was already so close from the feeling of your throat constricting around him, he wasn't sure how he fit but he didn't care, it felt amazing.

His body relaxed when you pulled away to take a few gasps of air as you fisted over him. "C'mon, cherry..." he panted, stroking the back of your head, knowing he couldn't tug the hair due to it being a wig.

He was trying to listen to your rule about being good, resisting the urge to fuck up into the warmth of your mouth or rut his hips onto your hand.

But, the manicured hand he had thought so much about was finally wrapped around his cock and he didn't know how much control he had left.

"Remember, you gotta be a good boy." You teased when you leaned up to talk in his ear, smirking when his cock twitched in your hand.

"Fuck-" Bucky said in a low, drawn out moan when you took him in your mouth again, moving your hand to gently roll his balls in your palm as you looked up at him through your eyelashes.

His eyebrows knitted together, hair fallen forward and partially shielded his face as his hooded eyes watched your every move.

You felt his balls and muscles in his thigh start to tight in your hands, his hand slipping down to hold the back of your neck when your cheeks hollowed to take more of him.

"Oh- fucking shit-" he hissed before a string of Russian curses poured out of his mouth, his release shooting down your throat.

The wicked smirk that plastered across your face when you pulled off of him made Bucky shudder, the grip on the back of your neck loosening. Watching you with a dazed look as you stood.

Bucky stood from the bed once he got his bearings again, pulling the mask off and cupping over himself as if you hadn't just swallowed his spend. "What about you?"

Lifting your head to look at him as you started to put the stuff away, you shrugged. "That wasn't part of the agreement."

He felt bad that he wasn't going to return the favor, noticing how your slick had soaked through the fabric of your lingerie. "But, you-"

You pecked a kiss to his cheek and patted his red tinted chest. "Just take the win, Buck."

As much as you wanted to, you were ready to cross that line yet. Maybe another day, but for now- the sated look on Bucky's face was enough for you.

Bucky cleared his throat and nodded, leaving your room and making his way to the bathroom for a shower.

He glanced down at the red lipstick smears when he shut the bathroom door, letting out a heavy sigh as he pulled the velcro straps of the leather gloves and tugged them off.

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After both of you had showers and changed, Bucky stood in the kitchen with you as you cooked dinner. Trying not to think too hard about what happened less than an hour ago.

"Y'know, I didn't know you can speak Russian." You grinned, leaning back against the counter across from him. "Now you do." He said, lifting the beer bottle to his lips.

He knew what you were about to say from the teasing smirk that tugged you lips. "You liked being called a good boy, didn't you, James?" You cooed, stepping closer. "Shut the hell up." He muttered, looking to the floor.

Your arms went around his neck loosely, smiling up at him as your fingers messed with some of his long hair. "Awe, you did." You giggled, Bucky rolling his eyes at you. "You're gonna burn the food."

Bucky looked over his shoulder when the front door opened, Sam walking in. "Oh, fuck me." He groaned, turning so Sam couldn't see the strain in his briefs you caused from such a small amount of touch. "What are you two up to?"

"Dinner- stop barging in." Bucky snapped, eyes following his friend as he walked towards the fridge. "Yeah, not gonna happen. Steve is still whining about Peggy." Sam said the name in a mocking tone, holding a beer out towards Bucky. "I'm in my underwear and I'm not your personal bottle opener."

Raising his eyebrows, Sam nodded his head towards the bottle in his hand. Bucky taking it to pop the lid off with his silvery hand.

"Didn't they end it like- a month ago?" You asked, not looking from the pan on the stove. "Mhm, I don't think it will ever stop."

"Give him time, heartbreak isn't easy." You shrugged, a chuckle coming from both Sam and Bucky. "Someone break your heart? Please, cherry, they'd be stupid." Bucky mused, making your heart flutter in your chest.

"That's sweet, but everyone gets their heartbroken at some point." You pointed the spatula at him and he out his hands up in defense. "Ok, ok. Don't spank me." He laughed, the playful look in his eyes making you smile.

"Don't tempt me, I will."

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idy-ll-ique · 3 years

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No Time Like The Present

Pairing: Steve Rogers x F!Reader

Genre: FLUFF GALORE

Warnings: none... maybe like one (1) mention of smut at the end

Requested: nope

Summary: On a mission, Sam, Bucky and Steve somehow get turned into one year old babies. Mrs Y/N Rogers, wife of the one and only Steve Rogers has to take care of them. After the whole ordeal is over, Steve wants his own baby.

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! I know, I know, the babyvengers trope is kinda overused at this point but I just couldn't help but write my own version of it!!!!! they're so cute after all!!! (also, writing overprotective/jealous baby Steve was so fun). enjoy!

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"They what?!" Y/N shouted into the phone. "Yes. I'm not lying, Y/N. And you're the only one here who can help us. Please, just come over to the Compound for a week. I know you don't like to get in the middle of all the Avenging stuff but please," Maria Hill begged. Y/N rubbed her temple in annoyance.

What choice did she have?

"Okay okay, I'll pack and be there in an hour. Think you can keep them occupied?" Y/N chuckled in defeat. "Sure I can, they're surprisingly quiet for their age," Maria laughed along, "See you in an hour, Mrs Rogers." Y/N ended the call and made her way to hers and Steve's shared bedroom to pack a bag. Unbelievable.

Sam, Bucky and her husband Steve had gone on a mission. They were supposed to come back today, and they did, but… not in the way everyone was hoping. They returned… as babies. Small, one year old babies who were, according to Maria, extremely adorable. But babies. How had that even happened?

As promised, an hour later, Y/N reached the compound. Her being a civilian, Steve was overprotective of her, only allowing her to come to the Compound for emergencies. They had a house in the city; Steve no longer lived at the Compound. "Maria!" Y/N called out and the agent turned, relief flooding her face.

"Thank God, come here!" One of the other agents took her bag and Y/N followed Hill towards the briefing room. Once inside, Y/N froze in shock upon seeing the babies playing with toys on the floor. "They are actually babies," she whispered and Maria sighed next to her. "I know. Everyone is super busy, you're the only one who can handle them."

"How long are they going to be like this?"

"One week. Something on the mission, a sorceress, yadda yadda yadda, babies," the agent explained and Y/N nodded, turning to look at the babies once more. She had to admit, they were cute. Bright blond hair, big blue eyes, pale skin— that was her… husband, Steve. He wore a blue onesie. Next to him, in a red onesie, was Bucky.

Fluffy brown hair too long for a baby framed his face, his steel blue eyes focused on the toy in front of him as his lips formed the most adorable pout Y/N had seen. Finally, in a sage green onesie next to Bucky was Sam. His honey brown eyes were filled with amusement as he held up a toy bird, moving it around. All of them were simply cute.

"Hey guys," Y/N cooed, sitting next to them. As soon as she said that their eyes snapped towards her. Big, kind-of-toothless grins spread over all their faces. "Y/N!" Steve shouted gleefully, rapidly crawling towards his wife and jumping into her arms. He buried his face in her chest as he giggled loudly, slobbering.

"Hey there, baby boy. I missed you," Y/N laughed, rubbing his back as Sam and Bucky, too, crawled over to her. "Y/N," Sam whined, making grabby hands. She moved to keep Steve down but he whined louder than Sam, tightly clutching her t-shirt. "Stevie, I need to say hello," she insisted but Steve shook his head.

"My wife!" he pouted and Y/N didn't know whether to feel disturbed or awed. I mean, sure, Steve was her husband… but he was currently a baby. That's weird. "That's big Steve, mister. Now let me say hello to Sammy and Buck." Grumbling, Steve let go, sitting on the floor grumpily as Sam and Bucky both climbed into Y/N's arms with grins.

When Y/N pressed a soft kiss to baby Bucky's head, Steve's lower lip wobbled as tears filled his eyes. And when she kissed baby Sam on the nose? Steve wailed loudly and crawled back to Y/N, attempting to shove Bucky and Sam off her lap. "Aw, Stevie, come here!" Y/N giggled at Steve's behavior.

She sat cross-legged on the floor with Sam on one knee, Bucky on one and Steve between the two facing her. All three cuddled into her as Steve quieted, resorting to sniffles. "I love you so much, bub," Y/N whispered, pressing two kisses to Steve's cheeks. "Wuv you too, Y/N," Steve mumbled sleepily.

All of them were tired from their mission, it was almost bedtime anyway. Maria told her that they had all been fed already; that was a relief. "How about we all go to bed now, hm? Come on, Sammy, you first." Bucky and Steve crawled off of Y/N's lap and went back to their toys, albeit with reluctance.

Y/N then stood up with Sam in her arms and with a nod to Maria, left the room. Y/N knew where his room at the Compound was and took him there, getting him ready for bed within five minutes. "FRIDAY?" she questioned once Sam was tucked into bed. He was behaving well, given how he still had some of his adult brain with him.

"Yes, Mrs Rogers?" the AI replied. "Can you, maybe… turn the bed into some sort of a crib?" Y/N chewed her lip. "That is possible, Mrs Rogers." And she watched as safety rails showed up at three ends of the bed, spare the headrest which was already fluffy. Y/N gathered some of the pillows and placed them around Sam, caging him in.

"Goodnight, honey bun," she cooed, somehow reaching over and pressing a quick kiss to his forehead. "Night, Y/N," Sam murmured, already half-asleep. Then she went back to the briefing room to collect Bucky, who was asleep. His thumb was in his mouth as he mindlessly sucked on it, cradled in Maria's arms.

"Here," she whispered and handed the sleeping baby over. Y/N smiled and went to Bucky's room, managing to get him ready for bed without waking him up. Then she placed him in the middle of his bed, asking FRIDAY to do the same to Bucky's bed. Soon, he was tucked in nice and sweet. "Night." She kissed his forehead as well.

Maybe it won't be so bad, these kids were angels. Apart from the still overprotective Steve, of course. He was hyper. "Y/N!" he shouted the moment she came back and picked him in her arms. "Stevie, shh, bubba. It's very late, you need to be quiet," she chided gently and Steve's eyes went wide as he covered his mouth.

"Sowwy, Y/N," he muttered and she melted, pressing several kisses to his cheeks as they reached his room; the one they shared for a year before moving out. Steve got ready as well and she placed him on the bed, this time changing her own clothes and getting into bed with him. FRIDAY set up the safety rails.

Y/N placed several pillows on Steve's side of the bed as he yawned, rubbing his eyes. "Tired," he whimpered and Y/N cooed, bringing him closer to her. "I'm here with you, baby, go to sleep," she smiled. "My wife!" Steve exclaimed proudly and giggled, snuggling into her as he felt himself getting taken over by sleep.

"Big Steve's wife," Y/N scoffed to herself.

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A knock on the door to her room woke Y/N up. Steve was still asleep, also sucking on his thumb. Confused, Y/N went and opened the door, only to see no one there. "Huh?" She was about to close the door when there was a soft whine. "Y/N…" Her head snapped downwards and she saw Bucky looking up at her, pouting.

"Aw— honey bun, how did you get out of your bed?" she chuckled as she picked baby Bucky up. He instantly snuggled into her arms. "Fwiday," he mumbled and Y/N fondly shook her head. "My intelligent baby," she teased and a smile bloomed on his face. "Your baby," he agreed and buried his face in her neck.

There was a loud cry which startled both of them.

"MY WIFE!" Steve yelled, sitting up in bed. Tears were wantonly running down his cheeks as he sniffled angrily, glaring at Bucky. Bucky cowered under his stare, also tearing up. Y/N's eyes widened. "Shh, bub, it's okay, it's okay…" she consoled Bucky first and he went quiet, clinging to Y/N like his life depended on it.

Y/N then sat next to Steve with a stern expression on her face. "That was not nice, Stevie, apologize right now," she chided and Steve cried harder after being reprimanded. "My wife, mine! Stealer!" Steve pointed an accusatory finger at Bucky, who didn't back down this time. He knew he had Y/N's support.

"Stevie."

Steve huffed and looked at Y/N with the best possible puppy look he could muster. Y/N melted. "Come here." Steve crawled onto her lap and hugged her tightly, still throwing Bucky unsure looks. "You love me, Steve?" He nodded eagerly. "Then say sorry to Bucky. Now," Y/N raised an eyebrow.

"Sowwy Bucky."

"Issotay."

"Friends?" Y/N asked, looking back and forth between both babies. "Fwiends," they repeated and finally smiled at each other. Y/N picked Steve up and wiped the tears and snot off his face, pressing kisses all over his face. "Good boy," she praised and Steve giggled loudly and gleefully. "What are you doing up so early, Bucky?" she then asked the dark-haired baby.

"Miss you," he mumbled bashfully and Y/N cooed, also pressing kisses to his face. "You are just adorable. Both of you." She placed them both on the bed and asked FRIDAY to set up the safety rails again. "Now, I'm going to get Sam. You two stay and behave, okay?" Both babies nodded. "Good boys. Be back soon."

She left the room and Steve instantly turned to Bucky, dropping his friendly facade. "My wife," he said protectively, "Not yours." Bucky rolled his eyes. "You a baby, not your wife. Big Stevie's wife," he snarked and Steve pouted harder. "Mine!" he insisted. "She my fwiend," Bucky retorted, crossing his chubby baby arms.

Steve glared at him. It was an adorable sight, really. "Only fwiend. Mine," he hissed and grumpily turned away from him. Bucky did too, pouting. That's how Y/N found them when she walked in with Sam; Bucky facing the foot of the bed and Steve facing the headrest as both of them glared at nothing. Oh boy.

"Are you guys still mad?"

Sam blinked as both of them turned to her. "My fwiend," Bucky insisted. "My wife," Steve also insisted. Y/N sighed. "You're both correct. Stevie, it's okay, I'm only Bucky's friend. I'm your wife, okay?" Just saying that made her gag. Pedo vibes… "I love you. I love Bucky too, but only as a friend."

Steve calmed down a bit after that. "Otay," he mumbled. Sam was then placed next to the two. He only stared at them, mostly with confusion but also with mild disdain at their "childish" behavior. "I'm gonna get your things now, okay? And you're all getting cleaned up. After that, breakfast."

All three of them nodded. Y/N left the room again, calling Maria. Soon, she returned to the room with two handfuls of baby stuff; diapers, clothes, powders, toys, whatnot. She changed their clothes fairly easily (surprisingly not throwing up at the sight of three soiled diapers) and then put them in new clothes.

Steve wore a tiny t-shirt and shorts, Bucky went with a sweater and full pants, while Sam went with overalls. "My handsome boys!" Y/N squealed excitedly and whipped out her phone, taking a few pictures. "Aren't you simply… ugh cutie pies," she groaned and picked Steve up first. He seemed elated at that.

"Breakfast?"

"Yes, Y/N!" The three of them shouted excitedly and Y/N put Steve in the baby pram sitting outside the room. It had three seats, meant for triplets. Bucky and Sam were also placed in the pram and Y/N took them to the communal area. There, she met Rhodey. "Hi there, Mrs Rogers," he greeted with a kind smile.

Y/N gave him a hug, much to the dismay of Steve. Baby him was overprotective to a new degree. "Issotay, they jus' fwiends," Bucky told him quietly when he noticed how Steve's eyes watered again. Steve hurriedly wiped his tears off. "Heard what happened on the mission. They are cute," Rhodey chuckled.

He waved at the kids. They waved back politely. "A handful, though. Steve has become 1000 times more protective. He got mad at Bucky because I was talking to him," Y/N rolled her eyes, "Keeps insisting I'm his wife. I don't know how to feel about that, to be honest." Y/N pulled a face and both of them laughed.

"Well, Mrs Rogers, I guess I'll leave you to it now. They look like they're hungry. See you!" Rhodey left and Y/N turned to the babies. "Hungry, boys?" They shouted again and Y/N placed all three of them on the new baby chairs at the dining table. The whole Compound was now baby proofed. What do one year olds eat?

She found out that the fridge was filled with baby food and sighed with relief. Placing three bowls in front of them, she watched them eat. This week was going to be an amazing learning experience. She and Steve had been married for around 3 years now, maybe after this week… they could try for one of their own.

If she made it through this week without any problems, she knew she was ready to be a mom. Steve would be a fantastic dad as well. "More." Startled, Y/N turned to see Bucky staring at her with a huge smile, lips and cheeks covered in mango purée as he showed her his empty bowl.

She blinked.

"Bucky, darling, eat slowly or you'll choke," she sighed as she filled his bowl, cleaning his face with the bib he wore. "Otay, Y/N," he mumbled distractedly before eating, much slower this time. She took out her phone but suddenly noticed Steve staring at her. She raised her brows at him and he frowned.

He held his hand out and Y/N took it, chuckling a bit as he tugged her closer. She moved her chair closer to his and kept holding his hand as he ate. Sam was the neatest and cleanest of them all, not too fast, not too slow and not at all messy. Steve was eating as slow as was humanly possible, to keep holding Y/N's hand.

When they finished eating, Y/N kept all the bowls in the sink and cleaned the babies, taking them to the briefing room which was now turned into some sort of a daycare room. Filled with toys, no sharp things, all the corners baby-proofed. Y/N sat on the floor near the door as the three babies crawled to the toys.

The week went by in a breeze. Taking care of Steve, Bucky and Sam was easy, especially Sam. He was the quietest, keeping to himself and his toys as Bucky and Steve fought on a daily basis. 100% of the time over Y/N Rogers. Any time Y/N gave Bucky (or Sam) even a second of attention Steve got jealous.

He threw tantrums, threw things around and cried so loudly that the entire city could probably hear him. One time, baby Steve even dumped his food on Bucky's head because Y/N was wiping Bucky's face while eating. Y/N had shouted at him then and he sobbed for an hour straight. Y/N didn't feel bad at all, he deserved it.

"Ugh, this week has been so tiring," Y/N groaned to herself as she lay on Steve's bed in her pajamas, baby Steve asleep next to her. She rubbed her eyes and took her phone in her hands, swiping through all the pictures and smiling to herself. There were over a 100 new pictures on her phone, all of Bucky, Sam and Steve.

A few minutes later, Y/N fell asleep as well.

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Who's hugging me? My husband is supposed to be a baby.

Y/N woke up to the feeling of strong arms around her, pulling her into a firm chest as someone stared at her. She blinked her eyes open and turned her head, smiling widely when she saw her husband's own smiling face. He was big again! "Stevie!" she squealed and hugged him tightly. He laughed.

"My wife," he whispered teasingly and Y/N groaned, slapping his chest. "You were such a nightmare baby, still cute though," she laughed as Steve leaned over and gave her a sweet kiss. "Big Steve manages to keep his protectiveness and obsession under wraps, baby Steve was unfiltered," Steve grinned and Y/N shook her head.

"So I saw your real colours this week?"

"Pretty much."

"You're impossible, good thing I still love you. My Captain," she whispered and leaned in for another kiss. As they sat there making out, there was a knock on the door. Y/N went to open it, grinning when she saw Bucky standing there with a smirk on his face, leaning against the doorframe.

"Your intelligent baby is here," he joked and Y/N laughed, pulling him into her embrace. "Yup, my baby," she crooned and Steve jokingly shouted out, "My wife!" Bucky and Y/N pulled away from each other, laughing loudly. "I'm gonna go get Sam, behave," she winked and left the room, leaving Bucky and Steve alone.

"You managed to get the best wife ever, Steve, I'm so happy for you," Bucky chuckled, sitting on the bed. "I know, she is awesome. Taking care of three one-year-old babies? I love her even more now," Steve smiled, running a hand through his hair. "You two should have your own kid, you know? It's been 3 years since your marriage."

Steve considered Bucky. "She will make an awesome mother. I'll talk to her." Their little chat ended just as Y/N walked into the room with Sam. "It was so fun taking care of you guys, you were extremely cute babies!" Y/N squealed, laughing as Sam gave her a one-armed hug. They talked for a while longer (Y/N showed them all the photos much to their horror) until Sam and Bucky left the room.

Steve, sitting in the middle of the bed against the headrest, patted his thigh. Y/N plopped down on his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck, realizing how much she missed this. Steve put his arms around her waist and tugged her closer with a soft sigh. "You were an amazing babysitter, doll," he told her sincerely.

"Thank you, Stevie."

"And I was thinking…"

"Hm?"

"I want one of my own," he smirked at her, tilting her head. Y/N's eyes widened. "You think I'm ready?" Steve scoffed. "Are you kidding? Three babies. Triplets. All by yourself. You are more than ready, doll," he cheered and Y/N thought for a few minutes. "Okay," she finally breathed out, "Let's try for a baby."

Steve immediately ripped her t-shirt down the middle, hungrily pulling her in for a kiss as his hands roamed her body. "No time like the present," he growled, "I missed you so much, doll." They spent the rest of the day in their room.

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A/N: lmao my bestie said baby Sam reminds her of Boss Baby. I guess it's kinda true. Thanks for reading, leave a like if you enjoyed!

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where-is-francis · 2 years

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Birthday Buddy

Before You Interact

Request: No

Pronouns: Not Specified (Female Aligned Readers DNI)

A/N: I know I have about a MILLION other works in my drafts but I couldn’t miss posting something for his birthday even if it’s like three days late now :,) also I put my friend Leo in here so if they’re seeing this: I’m not sorry. This is all over the place oops if I hate it too much I’ll probably revise it at some point.

TW: Mild swearing.

Most days in March were, in your opinion, uneventful. Spring was just around the corner, tempting the people and animals alike to enjoy the slightly warmer weather of the outdoors. Parks were starting to welcome green grass, flowers, and melodic bird tunes that carried through the air.

The halls of Bucky’s apartment had grown livelier, as well. Familiar neighbors shuffled through the building, most greeting you with a smile or wave as you went to your friend’s floor. Sheer excitement added a slight pep in your step, giving an extra motivation for you to get there quickly. The entire way over had been nothing but a chance for you to rehearse your small scheme, repeating possible scenarios in your mind.

Normally, you would be joined in plotting by Sam — but he was on his way to Washington at that moment for a briefing.

‘Must be important if you’re missing out on the chance to torment Bucky on his birthday,’

‘Well, guess I’ll have to leave all of that tormenting up to you.’

The exchange over the phone made a smile find a way to your face. Ever so slightly winded, you stood at Bucky’s door. A carbon copy of the rest, the only significant detail a plain doormat. (S/C) knuckles tapped on the wood, just loud enough for him to hear.

Although unlikely, he hoped you’d forgotten what day it was. The brunette sighed lightly before opening the door, being greeted by your (H/C) (waves/coils/twists/locs) and the familiar toothy grin he’d come to love.

“Do you have any idea what time it is?” The tone in his voice was welcoming and joking.

“Aw, what, were you about to get the ‘early bird’ special at the diner?”

“Nope, I’m just surprised you’re up before noon, if I’m being honest.”

You rolled your (E/C) eyes at him, throwing your hands up in a ‘touché’ manner before laughing. He stepped aside and motioned you into the familiar apartment, where nothing had changed since the last time you were over. Surprisingly, the blanket and pillow were no longer on the floor, but strewn across the couch in the smaller living room.

Pulling off your (F/C) jacket and turning to him, he caught your gaze.

“So, you probably guessed, but I’m off today. I didn’t know if you wanted to go grab something to eat? Or we could just, like… hang out.”

The blue eyed male watched carefully as you made your way to the couch. It was hard for him to tell what was on your mind, but your demeanor suggested you were up to something. Bucky reached over to shut the door and try to think of an excuse.

“I’m kind of tired today. Food sounds good, but I don’t really feel like doing much.”

You turned to meet his gaze, the sly grin still splayed across your features.

“Hmm… wanna order something? Leo says it’s been slow today.”

It took a moment for him to decide, instead opting for catching glances of you. The way you seemed to breathe life into his dull apartment was as soothing as the spring sunlight that flowed through the window panes. Your presence made everything seem whole. A vibrant expression of the universe and its experiences, sat here on his couch.

“I’ll pay,”

He let out a dry laugh, motioning to you as you grabbed your phone. Although it was becoming more natural, it still fascinated the brunette how you could get everything done so quickly. Just a few taps of your fingers, and you were pulling up the menu from the favorite restaurant you shared.

Comfortable silence hung around the room like a thin mist. The kind that’s warm and calming, something Bucky didn’t get to experience often. Your (E/C) eyes caught his attention and slowly brought him back down to earth.

“It’s ordered, should be here in a bit. What do you wanna do ‘til then?”

“Maybe you could show me that album you were talking about the other day?”

About an hour (and one Queen album) later, your phone notified you that your friend had arrived. In a half-assed attempt to keep Bucky from figuring out the surprise, you asked him to get some silverware and drinks while you talked to your friend.

They waved slightly at the older male before making room for you in the hall.

“So… there may be a small problem with the cake.” The blonde grinned nervously.

It didn’t take long before you saw what they meant, moving the receipt to reveal the clear plastic window. And underneath, a double-chocolate cake — Bucky’s favorite — topped with blue icing.

“‘Happy Birthday Buddy’?”

You and your best friend exchanged a look, both equally unsure of whether to laugh or cry.

You reached up with a (S/T) hand to pinch the bridge of your nose. “They must’ve thought I said ‘Buddy’ instead of ‘Bucky’ when I called it in.”

Leo shrugged in their oversized coat, passing the disappointing cake in your direction. It took a minute to get the money out to pay them for the delivery, then opting for a fist bump before you made your way back inside. A few seconds was all it took to regain composure, nudging the door shut and making your way to the counter.

Bucky watched as you pulled out the takeaway boxes and made your way to the small table. If asked, he would never admit, but he only really ate at the table with you. It wasn’t really on purpose, but it felt good to be able to meet your eyes while the two of you made conversation.

“I hope you’re ready for Chinese food for the next few days, they gave us a few extra egg rolls. And I cannot eat them all by myself.”

The blue eyed man laughed a bit, recalling the time Sam dared you to see who could finish the stack. He won, and wouldn’t shut up about it, while you spent the rest of the night feeling like you were going to explode.

Golden sun rays flooded through the apartment window, growing more and more intense as time moved on. Although still partial to stuff from the ‘40s, Bucky really began to like the music you played for him. Most modern music wasn’t really anything special, but something about the songs you found just sounded like… you. Not in a way that could be verbalized, but a way that was just felt.

Containers had slowly become empty, remnants of noodles strewn across the styrofoam. It was finally time to show him the cake.

“Save room for dessert?”

Bucky leaned back in his chair, stretching a bit and flexing just to see how you’d react. His blue eyes met your (E/C) ones again as he raised a brow.

You didn’t give him much of an answer except nodding in the direction of the kitchen. On the counter was a box with a cake, covered in chocolate frosting and made for a super soldier. He turned to focus on you again, slowly lowering his head and grinning.

“And here I thought you forgot,”

The distance between you two began to close, your hand resting on his vibranium one. It took a moment before he finally leaned in, kissing you with all of the tenderness you had shown him through the years. Although faint, you swore you could feel him smiling into the kiss.

A calm night followed, spent listening to more music as the sun went down. With you asleep beside him in bed, he finally let his mind wander, in a good way this time. Something so earth-shatteringly different about coming from being an assassin, now having somebody to care about. Somebody that was gentle, and kind, but didn’t just see him as the broken boy of war.

He had a partner. Somebody that went to so much work to surprise him on his birthday.

The familiar feeling of stubble on your collarbone woke you just enough to hear him, voice heavy with sleep.

“Thank you,”

“‘Happy Birthday Buddy’? Wow, can’t believe you had to get an entire cake just to friendzone me. On my birthday, too.”

“Oh, shut the hell up. Is it really my fault they misheard what to put on the cake?”

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ziee · 3 years

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Yb x Male!Reader

Yb is a sleep paralysis demon because why not.

It all started as a child, you were around 5 years old when the creature made its first appearance. You had been in bed, restless after having a bit more candy than your parents knew about. Tossing and turning, you finally felt your eyelids heavy. You had finally gotten comfortable when you saw it. Or him. Standing in front of your door was the tall figure. Bright blue bore into your small form from under the blankets.

You tried to scream, but all that would come out were tiny whimpers. Your eyes widened in fear at the strange person in your room, tears brimmed upwards. He cocked his head, large smile fading from his face as it turned into a frown. Small steps towards you felt like only 2, due to his long stature.

You whined as he lifted his hand towards you. A cold, grey hand touched your cheek. Warm tears fell onto his fingers as you heard him sigh. He wiped your cheeks from the wetness as you closed your eyes in fear. Opening them when you felt the icy digits leave, you saw nothing. He had disappeared.

You got up and cried to your parents, yelling about a strange person in your room. They had come and searched your room top to bottom but didn't find anything, or anyone. They concluded that you just had a nightmare. Whenever you brought it up, you were quickly shut down by the adults, so you stopped talking about the man.

As you grew, he would come every night. You weren't as fear-frozen as you were with him when you were younger, so he would paralyze you so you couldn't escape from his touches. All you could do was watch as he caressed your skin against his own, each and every night.

You tried to rid him, taking medications for nightmares and such prescribed by a doctor, but they never helped. He would always come, with his bright blue eyes. It's as if you were sinking from the sight, into a dark abyss. You tried staying up, indulging in an abundance amounts of caffeine, but it only lasted you a couple of days.

When you moved out, you figured that he would leave you alone. You stayed in that house your whole life, having to endure 20 years of that demon. You thought it was just the house. Oh, how you were wrong. Once you settled into your new apartment, you were ready to sleep in your bed when you felt that familiar feeling.

A wave of coldness washes over your covered body. No. No, no, no. "Please! Just leave me alone!" You tried to move, but he was already in place. Tears fell from your tired eyes. "What do you want from me?!" You screamed at his unmoving form. Saphhire eyes blink. A hand moves up. His fingers point forwards.

"Me?" You sobbed, struggling against invisible bindings. His round head nods, a sharp smile tattooed to his face. "Why?" Moving towards you, you stare angrily into his large eyes. He gazes into yours, head tilted over yours as he stays still before leaning down towards your ear.

"You're mine." His voice cackles. He pulls back in time to see 2 globs of tears fall onto your cheeks. Making an aw sound, he wipes your tears away to caress your cheek once more.

"I hate you." Your words show venom, yet he makes no movements to appease you. He leans down closer, resting his head on your chest as he sits on the floor. Listening to your heartbeat, he traces your collarbone. You cry as he touches you. Loathing seeps from your skin. As the minutes pass, you try and think of something, anything to get this to stop.

"What can I do to make you leave?" You hiccup, eyes wet and sore.

"Nothing." He growls against you, stopping his finger on your skin. Think, think!

"W-what about for a week?" You suggest. He sits up, a look of annoyance on his face.

"Not gonna happen, darling."

"What about a day?!" You plead. He hums, contemplating the thought. Turning towards you, a devious grin has been placed on his face.

"I will leave you alone for a day if you touch me." Touch him? You thought for a second before a disgusted expression traced your face. Touch him. Like that? For one day of freedom?

...

Fine. You were just so exhausted. Let's just make this quick. "Fine." You whispered, already ready to take back what you just said. His grin widened, and for the first time in years you were able to move freely whilst he was in front of you. You shot up and away from him, your back pressing against the headboard as he stood up. He chuckled at your actions as he climbed onto the bed, sitting in front of you.

So now what. You were inexperienced in sex, having only gotten to kissing with companions. You looked towards the man you hate. The man who's made your life exhausting and dreadful for the past 20 years. You really wish you could punch his face.

He had a boner. A growing tent forming in his pants made you look down. "Go on." He beckoned you towards him with a slight thrust of his hips, making you really hate the situation you stuck yourself in. You slowly crawled towards him. Shakey hands unzipped his pants, pulling them down a bit before stopping at his boxers.

You gulped, before pulling them down. His cock sprung free, hard, and pulsating as he stood in front of your face. You forced every tear down, before bending down and taking him inside your mouth.

He moaned at first contact, ruffling a hand through your hair as you took him further. Wanting this to end as fast as it could, you used your tongue to aid in the process. Swallowing him, he moves in and out of your throat. You start to choke, but hold yourself down.

He pants as you awkwardly suck him off for the first time in your life. Watching videos sure did help you, since you weren't total shit at this, supported by rough bucking of his hips against your face. You furrowed your brows in anger before finally lifting your arms up and planting them on either of his thighs, holding him down.

He twitches against your throat, something that makes you feel like throwing up, but you force it down. You're doing this for a night of freedom. A good sleep. You clench his legs as you prepare to choke him down. Licking his shaft, a deep groan leaves his throat, making you shiver.

You pop off him, gasping for air. He doesn't push you back down, which you were thankful for after nonstop minutes of having him inside your throat. You lift a hand from his thigh and start stroking him. Already lubed with your saliva, it makes for easier self-loathing action.

Pumping him faster, he grasps onto your hair and pulls as he releases. Giving you no warning, hot fluid sticks to your shirt as he cries out. His cock twitches in your hand before you let it go, dropping flaccid. You shiver in disgust as you look at your stained shirt.

"You had your fun. Go and don't come back tomorrow." You mumble, standing up to change your shirt. But he obviously had other plans. Before you could even scream, a hand reaches for you, wrapping around your waist before pulling you back onto your bed.

"Let me go! I touched you!" You yelped as he pinned you down, leaning over you with the eyes of an animal. He leaned his head into your shoulder and sniffed, taking in your scent as you pushed against his shoulders.

"Mm.. I just can't get enough of you." His tongue grazed your exposed neck and you whined, praying he wouldn't bite. You had seen how sharp his teeth were. Thankfully he doesn't, pulling his head back up to gaze upon you. "Let me fuck you, darling." He panted.

"N-"

"I'll leave you alone for a week." You thought about it for a second. A blowjob was one thing, but having him stick it in your ass? You sighed, rubbing your eyes with your hands as you nodded. You could sense his grin through your closed eyes. Feeling his cold hands on the waistband of your shorts, you throw your arms down and push his hands away.

"I'll do it myself." You snap, pulling down your shorts and briefs in one quick swipe. He lets you, eyeing your soft cock. Why would you be hard from this? He slides his hands between your thighs, spreading your legs as you stare at the ceiling.

Wetting a finger with his saliva, he settles it before your hole. You could feel him staring, so you look down at the demon. "I've.. Played with it before. So you don't have to go slow." You mumbled, allowing him to push his finger inside. Your cheeks flush at your confession as his finger slides around your hole.

You exhale as he pushes it further, curling his finger before pushing another one inside. "Ah.." It slipped past your mouth, you couldn't stop it. His head snaps up to meet your eyes. He grins, obviously pleased at his work before refocusing on his task. You fume at his reaction. You hated how he could make you feel so good with just 2 fingers.

"Put it in." You wanted this over with. And he complied. Ready with another hard-on, he removes his fingers before suckling on them. Shifting closer, he readies his cock before your hole. You breathe out, preparing for his length as you clench the blankets.

He slides it in slowly, stretching you out. You breathe through it, pain and all. He finally gets inside all the way, leaning over you as he pants. "Darling.." He moans, "You feel so good." He pulls his hips back, before pushing back into you slowly. You grunt as he presses against your insides, his cock twitching inside you.

"Go faster.." You clutch onto the bedsheets, nails digging into your palm as he digs his knees into the bed, gaining stability for the next action. Pulling out, he pounds into you. You moan, unable to contain yourself. Your cock, now hard, pulses with urgency as he pushes himself into your walls. You could feel your close.

Your thighs clench as you release, crying out as you cum. Seed shoots from your tip to his chest, staining his dark shirt. He doesn't seem to mind, just continuing to feed himself from your insides. You gasp as the wind is knocked from you, your hole being abused by a sizeable dick. His hands move to grip your waist, digging into your skin hard as he bites his lip. He plows into you one more time before searing white explodes in you.

He bucks softly, releasing everything he's got, filling you up before pulling out. Cum seeps from your hole onto the bed, but you're too exhausted to care. He falls beside you, heaving for air through his flushed face. Heavy eyelids fall, forcing you to fall asleep before cleaning up.

The next morning you wake up, you notice how he'd cleaned you up before leaving. How thoughtful. The day goes on as expected, ending back at your bed once more. You had gotten comfy, excited at how you weren't gonna see the demon for a week. As you were about to fall asleep, a wave of coldness washes over you.

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