#at least tomorrow is Friday and we get free lunch then I’m seeing my friends for dinner

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Growing Pains Part 2

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: ~12k

Summary: Little Nat is almost 13 and school’s a bitch. Retired mob boss turned stay-at-home mom Wanda has to figure out how to deal with bullies at her daughter’s school. 

A/N: Credit to @rianncreates for this fic idea. Enjoy 😘

Warnings: Fluff, teen angst, injury, reference to previous injury/trauma, bullies, and mentions medicinal drug use

You’re back in your hotel room after dinner when you get a call from Wanda. You’d called every night so you could talk to your daughter before she went to bed. It was Friday and you’d be home tomorrow, but you still wanted to check in with her and see how her day had gone. She has a game on Monday that you’ve already promised her you’d make it to. You’re supposed to be back at work, but you’ll be able to leave a little early if you work hard.

You move to the couch when you hear your phone ring, and you pat the space next to you so Boone jumps up. You smile as you answer the video call and see your daughter sitting next to her shepherd with a wide grin.

“Hi Mom! Hi Boone!”

You and Natalya catch up on your days and you don’t realize that Wanda is nearby until you hear dishes in the background. You only have a moment to wonder if she’d talked to your daughter about having friends over before Natalya is asking you about it. You’d planned on relaxing at home all weekend because you were beat from this trip, but you wouldn’t mind supervising a sleepover if it meant your daughter had fun.

“I know you’re probably going to want to relax when you get home, so is it okay if Luke, Alyssa and Taylor sleep over next weekend?”

You’d love this and you’re almost tempted to tell her to have it this weekend, but tomorrow’s your family dinner and Sunday isn’t a good idea. Not only will it make everyone useless for school, but Natalya might actually fall asleep in the outfield on Monday. Instead, you just smile widely and then wave when you see your wife sneak into the background to say hi.

“That sounds like a great idea. Hi, my love.”

Wanda smiles at you and the look of slight embarrassment on her daughter’s face. Rogue’s head is resting on Nat’s lap, so there’s more room for her on the screen as she smiles at her wife before reaching for Natalya.

“Hi detka. There’s one more thing we left out.”

Natalya doesn’t realize what her mom’s talking about until she takes her hand gently and raises it so her other mom can see. She only considers yanking it away for a second as she sees the confused look on your face. You notice the wrap around Nat’s hand and you immediately realize she’s hurt. Had something happened at practice this afternoon?

“What happened, Little Nat? Did you catch with the wrong hand again?”

Nat blushes slightly before she shakes her head and tugs her hand free before she hides it in her lap. She explains what happened to her with only slightly more detail than what she’d offered before. You frown at the fact that your daughter had been burnt by her lunch, but she seems to be taken care of at this point, and it should heal quickly. Hopefully it doesn’t hurt too much.

“I’m sorry that happened, but it looks like your mom’s got you covered.”

Wanda sighs and Natalya groans under her breath at your joke that makes you laugh more than either of them. Boone sticks his nose in your face and you scratch his head with a smile before you cover your mouth to stifle a yawn.

“I can’t wait to be home with you two. I also miss my bed a lot.”

You and Natalya talk for a few more minutes before she heads off to bed. She hugs Wanda before waving to you one last time.

“Night, Mom. Love you.”

You smile before waving to her too before turning your attention to your wife. You wish you could skip tomorrow and just come home, but you were at least grateful that you would be getting in relatively early.

“Love you too, kiddo.”

Wanda sighs as she steals Nat’s spot on the couch next to Rogue. He lifts his head but otherwise barely acknowledges the change in arrangement as Wanda watches you get up and move to the bed. You’re fading and you need to get up fairly early so you should probably sleep soon.

“It’s like she read our minds, Wands.”

Wanda shifts before tucking her legs underneath her with a quiet groan. She’d forgotten that her legs were a little sore, but she is too comfortable to move right now. You don’t fail to notice this, but you let it be for now as you watch your wife consider something that you’d only thought about half a dozen times since meeting your daughter’s friends.

“I’m still trying to figure out who likes who, Y/n. It’s confusing as hell.”

You laugh at how distressed Wanda sounds when really, it’s not a big deal. You’re interested of course but you’re not going to stress over it given how young everyone is. You’ve seen everyone interact before and you loved how well they all got along. You saw your daughter come out of her shell with her friends, and she seemed to like them all the same amount. She’d met Luke first, but Alyssa and Taylor were surprisingly nice for early-teen girls. You and Wanda remember what your classmates were like around that time and you were glad that Natalya chose well.

“It is, but does it really matter? They’re all nice and you know Little Nat’s not interested in that right now.”

You are telling the truth and Wanda sighs in defeat before she looks over her shoulder to make sure Nat’s door is closed. When Natalya first came to them in the 6th grade asking what it meant when someone wanted to be your ‘girlfriend or boyfriend’ you couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread. She was still so young and the idea of her liking someone like that had been a little daunting. Luckily, she wasn’t interested in having a boyfriend or girlfriend, but apparently she was one of the only ones in her grade that felt this way. You’d almost forgotten when you’d first been interested in someone romantically, and it was a shock to your system to realize your daughter was at that age. It made you feel ancient and your wife had not so helpfully mentioned it was over 30 years ago.

“I know. I just can’t help but be curious.”

You can relate to this, but you trust your daughter to be honest with you. She’s not great at keeping secrets, and you’re pretty sure it wouldn’t be too hard to notice if she was romantically interested in someone, especially her friends.

“I get that, but let’s not rush her, Wands. She still so young. Practically a baby.”

Wanda laughs at this as she runs her fingers through Rogue’s fur with a smile. He looks up at her before lying his head back with a huff. She’s nodding to herself as she thinks back on the days when Natalya was actually a baby. She’s glad that she’s old enough to clean herself up now, but she doesn’t like seeing her grow up so quickly.

“She was such a cute baby. We should set out the scrapbooks when her friends come over so they can look at them.”

You laugh loudly at the idea because you’re certain that your daughter would be mortified. Her face would turn as red as Wanda’s hair and she would probably try and throw all of the pictures of herself in the firepit out back. You didn’t have as many pictures as you liked, but you’d realized fairly early on that you wanted to be able to commemorate special times in your life, and be able to look back on them. Having pictures of your family that you could look at whenever you felt lonely or nostalgic was always a treat.

“I think she would try and put us up for adoption if we did that.”

“Or move in with Nat and Yelena."

Fanny II continued to walk down the road toward her house just a few minutes before her dinnertime. She was given free reign of the house and outside up until it became dark outside. Her mom knew she could take care of herself, and she only got in trouble once when she’d brought home a dead cat she’d found in the road. She’d thought that her mom would want to see it, but she’d gotten so grossed out she’d bathed her and locked her in the laundry room for a few hours.

She arrives to the house that Yelena and Natasha share just moments before the blonde is pouring her food into her bowl. She steps on the rug inside of her doggy door before rushing over to the kitchen with a wagging tail.

“Hi there, Fanny. My good girl."

Yelena pets her akita while Nat continues to stir their dinner diligently. They both had learned to cook more often shortly after retiring. They’d realized after leaving the mob that they needed to change a lot of their everyday habits. Nat had cut down on the amount of caffeine she drank since her hours were no longer ridiculous. Yelena had learned to cook something with a vegetable in it when she realized that she was jobless. They both had eventually turned toward remote part-time jobs that gave them flexibility and something to do with their time. However, they didn’t really need money and as long as they weren’t frivolous, they would have enough to get them through actual retirement age.

They’d decided to live together to start out. They wanted the security after leaving the mob, and despite Wanda’s reassurances that they would be safe, they hadn’t gotten this far in life by being careless. They were glad that Wanda hadn’t been proven wrong, and they just decided to stick together after a few years because it was easier. They enjoyed each other’s company even if they were reluctant to admit it. They were also glad that they were not too far from their friends. They’d built a house about a mile away from where you and Wanda lived because the redhead had wanted them close by. It had really been helpful right after Natalya was born, and they quickly got used to being close to their niece/goddaughter.

“What are we supposed to bring to dinner tomorrow?”

Nat knows that you should be back in time for the weekly dinner tomorrow, but she wouldn’t be surprised if you were tired from your conference. You were still such an introvert after all these years, and it was no wonder Natalya took after you. Her sweet niece preferred to be alone or with a couple close friends, and she required about as much time to recharge after a social event as you did.

“Wanda said to bring a couple of sides. She and Y/n are getting the desserts, Steve and Bucky the booze, and Pietro claimed the main course.”

Yelena nods as she starts to think of different dishes that she could bring for tomorrow. She’s glad that this week’s dinner is at your place because that meant that all of the dogs could run around the backyard while still being in sight. She was also looking forward to seeing her niece again. She had to ask her opinion on getting another dog.

“Something other than mac and cheese this time.”

Yelena groans under her breath before she waves off her sister. Last time she’d brought three different mac and cheese casseroles and despite them all being good, all they had that night was mac and cheese and potatoes.

“Alright, Natasha, you come up with something then.”

Natalya is about to sleep when her phone vibrates from her bedside table. She reaches out her arm from under the covers and frowns slightly when she sees the bandage around her hand. She grabs her phone with a grimace before she sighs in defeat. Glancing at the screen she sees that her aunt has texted her and she can’t help but smile at her predictable question.

Would your moms be upset with another mac and cheese casserole?

You had definitely loved it the last time Yelena had brought it, but you’d also complained about it being too unhealthy. Wanda had only eaten some of it before telling Yelena to mix it up next time. She and her aunt had eaten almost all of it by the time the blonde left.

I wouldn’t be!

Nat sees that she has another text from her friends and she sighs before putting her phone back down. She’ll respond tomorrow. They are planning on going to the mall on Sunday and they’re telling her as usual that she’s more than welcome to come. She might, but she hasn’t seen her mom in a few days and it would be nice to hang out with her this weekend.

She tries to sleep for five minutes before she picks up her phone again and types a quick response. She then sighs heavily before rolling over and pulling her covers over her head. Tomorrow her mom will be home and she doesn’t have to go to school for two whole days. She can’t wait.

Taylor is sitting on the couch downstairs in her living room with her parents when Nat texts her back. She’s surprised to have a response so quickly, but she looks at it regardless and can’t help but smile at her phone.

I might pass depending on if my mom has plans, but they said yes to next weekend’s sleepover!

Her parents turn toward her curiously but she doesn’t notice as she types out a response. The three of them are watching a movie before going to bed, and her brunette mother was sitting next to their husky on the ground while her dentist mom sat on the couch next to her. She didn’t let Alfred on the couch because of how much fur he had, and her other mom had decided to sit with him this time.

They exchange a look before one of them speaks up to get their daughter’s attention.

“What are you smiling about over there?”

Taylor looks up or rather down immediately to see her mom smiling at her and she has to resist the urge to roll her eyes. Her parents are still convinced that Alyssa and Luke are dating, and they don’t believe her when she says that they’re not. They all spend a lot of time here, usually just the three of them, but Nat comes over sometimes too.

“Nat might come to the mall with us Sunday, and she said her moms okay’d a sleepover for next weekend.”

Kayley can’t help but smile at this. When Taylor had first mentioned meeting a new friend a couple years ago it had taken them a long time to meet her. At first Taylor would mention her and then just end up hanging out with Alyssa and Luke. She initially thought that Taylor didn’t really like her and they purposely excluded Nat from things, but it only took one meeting to realize how introverted the brunette was.

She was perfectly polite when she first came over, but she was also very quiet and mostly listened to her trio of friends talk. Each time she came over she was slightly more comfortable, and now two years later she was almost like a fourth child to them. They’d only met Nat’s parents half a dozen times because one worked full-time and the other was a bit of a recluse. Well she was out and about a lot, but she always seemed busy going from one place to the next doing whatever it is she kept herself busy with.

“That sounds like fun! I assume her parents will be there?”

Taylor opens her mouth to confirm that at least one of Nat’s moms will be there. They felt the same way about sleepovers with the group as her parents did. They needed at least one chaperone and separate bedrooms for Luke who definitely liked both Taylor and Alyssa.

She doesn’t get a chance to speak up before her mom scoffs slightly as she pets her favorite fur child.

“I’m pretty sure Taylor’s going to do all she can to at least make sure Mrs. Maximoff is there.”

Taylor blushes immediately and hides her face in a pillow for a few seconds to groan loudly and curse herself. She was never going to live this down and she almost wishes she’d never met the redhead. No that wasn’t true. She was very nice and a good cook.

“MOM!”

“Kara come on, leave her alone.”

The brunette can’t help but laugh a little at her daughter’s expense because it is so adorable to see her have another crush. Her first two had been older boys at school, and then a teacher, and then her friend’s mom. It was pretty obvious to both of them that their daughter had another little crush. She had come home one day from Nat’s house and talked for nearly an hour about how they’d made dinner with Nat’s mom and how she was so nice and cool and pretty.

“I’m sorry, it’s just so adorable, Taylor. Wanda’s a cute one."

“I’m right here you know.”

Kayley rolls her eyes as her wife hops up from the floor covered in dog fur to hug her. Kara shoots her an apologetic look that she just sighs at before she’s engulfed in a furry hug.

“Oh, you know you’re the only one for me, my dear.”

Taylor blocks out her parents’ voices as she thinks about her friend and what happened to her today. She had never liked Stacy and her friends but she left her alone for the most part. She’d started to try and pick on her after she’d started hanging out with Nat, but she wasn’t as averse to conflict as her friend was. She’d threatened to smack the makeup right off Stacy’s face, and she now only threw dirty looks at her which she easily returned.

She was a little worried about Natalya because despite being strong-willed and resourceful, she was a bit of a wallflower and didn’t like the idea of drawing attention to herself. Taylor secretly wondered if there was another reason why she didn’t want to stand up for herself, but after today’s incident, Taylor was already plotting her revenge. She’d texted Luke and Alyssa about it earlier and they were still brainstorming together. They were still on the fence about whether or not to tell Nat, but she had a feeling they’d end up trying to just convince her to go to someone at school for help.

“Everything okay, kiddo? Sorry if I upset you. I was mostly kidding.”

Taylor turns to her brunette mom, her birth mom before shaking her head and sighing in frustration. She doesn’t want to rat her friend out, and she knows that their moms all talk to each other; it was practically a requirement. If she said something that got back to either of Nat’s parents, she was afraid that her friend would get mad at her.

“No, Mom it’s okay. I was just thinking about a mean girl at school.”

This catches both of her parents’ attentions like she thought it would. Taylor’s already shaking her head because she knows where her moms' minds went. She just wants their advice on this and maybe she can take whatever they say to Nat.

“Is someone bothering you?”

“No. I just see this group bothering people at school and I want to get them in trouble….”

Wanda wakes up the next morning to the sound of whining nearby. She opens her eyes with a quiet groan before she turns to look for the source of the sound. There’s really only one option, and she’s not surprised to see her dog with his face on the bed mere inches away from her. She sighs before turning her whole body toward him with a small smile.

“Hello my boy. Are you happy that mom’s coming home today?”

Rogue just whines again before nosing her hand in a not-so-subtle reminder that it’s time for his breakfast. She decides to try and give herself a few minutes of additional rest, and she grabs a blanket and covers one side of the bed with a smile. She pats it with a questioning look, and Rogue happily jumps up to sit beside her. He settles on the blanket, but stretches his neck so he can lie his head beside her. She reaches out to scratch him before moving closer so she can kiss his head.

“Such a sweet boy.”

Wanda stays in bed for almost half an hour longer, but her legs still don’t feel any less sore as she finally feeds Rogue and Fletcher around 8 in the morning. She passes Natalya’s room and peeks in through the door that’s cracked to confirm that she’s still asleep. She carefully closes the door before heading downstairs to make breakfast for herself and Natalya. The teen didn’t usually wake up until 9 on the weekends, so Wanda’s a little surprised to hear her come downstairs only a few minutes after she starts to stir the waffle batter. She’d been ready to refrigerate it until her daughter was up, but the sound of her footsteps on the stairs makes her look up at the clock.

“You’re up a little early, milaya.”

Natalya just mumbles something under her breath as she walks into the kitchen toward her mom with a yawn. She wordlessly hugs the older Maximoff who just smiles before looking down at her tired daughter. She half-heartedly attempts to fix her bedhead, but eventually gives up when she realizes Nat’s speaking again. She can’t hear her because she’s mumbling into her side.

“What’s that?”

Nat yawns again before she looks up to her mom with a smile. She’d woken up early because her hand had started to hurt given that she was lying on top of it, and then she’d smelled something delicious. She wasn’t allowed to drink coffee yet, but the smell of it always got her out of bed in the morning. However, nothing got her out of bed faster than smelling her mom’s cooking. When she sees that she’s making her chocolate chip and blueberry waffles she has to stop herself from grabbing the spoon and eating straight from the bowl. She sees some sausages on the counter, and it’s likely that those are actually for Rogue more than her.

“Morning, Mama. Can I help cook?”

Wanda kisses the top of Nat’s hair before she nods and hands her the bowl and a cup to pour the batter into the mold. She watches Nat start the waffles before looking around to the sausage and some other things that she’d taken out of the fridge and decides to start making scrambled eggs.

“Did you sleep well, Nat? You’re up earlier than usual.”

Nat’s nodding as she washes her hands and the two vegetables that she knows her mom likes with a shrug. Wanda watches Nat grab a knife before she realizes that her hand is no longer wrapped and she can see the pinkish skin that is outlined with a few small blisters.

“I did, but when I woke up, I was sleeping on my hand and that kept me from going back to sleep.”

Wanda frowns at this before heading for the cabinet for something that Nat can take with her breakfast. She watches Nat grab a pan and place it on the stove before she grabs a plate for the waffles that are almost done. Wanda grabs the syrup and places it on the counter next to the bottle of Tylenol. Nat turns to it and just nods before she starts making her mom’s breakfast.

“I can wrap it again after breakfast.

Natalya is a barely more awake by the time she and her mom were at the table eating breakfast. She tries to slow herself down because she is always her hungriest in the morning. Unfortunately, her eyes have been bigger than her stomach, and she had to hold back from having more than two waffles and a small plate of eggs. She will probably end up giving the leftovers to her dog who’s looking between her and her mom.

Breakfast is eaten in relative silence because despite being up early, Natalya is still pretty sleepy and she just manages to get her fork to her plate and to her mouth without dropping any food. She looks down at Rogue who’s sitting between her and her mom, but she knows that she’s not allowed to feed him from the table. You’re not here to chastise her, but it’s almost like her mom reads her mind because she tells Rogue to go sit in the living room.

“Do you want to come with me to the airport later to pick up your mom?”

Nat brightens at her mom’s question and she’s nodding as she finishes chewing her food before she responds excitedly.

“Yes! Can I drive?”

Wanda can’t help but laugh at this, but she shakes her head because there is no way that she’s letting her daughter get behind the wheel. She was still ticked at her brother for letting Natalya drive his car one time in a parking lot last year. Ever since she’d wanted to get behind the wheel again and speed around like her brother. He was not the best influence on her, and Wanda had tried to get him to talk to Natalya about waiting until she was 14 to practice driving again.

Predictably the conversation did not go well and Pietro had somehow ended up in his car trying to show Natalya all of the reasons why she shouldn’t want to drive now. Nat had of course loved it, and when Wanda went outside to search for them, she nearly lost it when she saw Nat was behind the wheel.

“No, Natalya. You can’t practice again until you’re 14.”

Nat frowns slightly at the predictable answer, but she can’t say that she is too disappointed. She has a feeling that she knows the answer to her next question as well, but she can’t help but smile cheekily before taking the last bite of her waffle.

“Can Uncle Pietro teach me?”

Wanda can’t help but scowl in response as she shakes her head and she sets her coffee down. She’s not going to let her brother teach Natalya anything involving heavy machinery for the next 10 to 15 years. If not more.

“Definitely not. Someone else will teach you. Anyone else in the family, except Yelena.”

You glance at your phone as you get off the plane with your luggage and dog. Boone’s leash is held loosely in your hand that’s also holding your phone, and you honestly would lose both him and the device if he decided to take off. Luckily, he was well-behaved and he just followed you obediently as you called your wife to see where she was. You headed toward the exit as you waited for Wanda to pick up.

“Hey Mom!”

You smile at the sound of your daughter’s voice and you figure that she and Wanda are on their way.

“Hey there, Little Nat, what’s up?”

“We’re on the way, Y/n.”

After finding out that they’re only a few minutes away you take a quick detour to the dog relief area as you catch up with your family. Apparently, they’d had a pretty relaxed day, but your daughter mentioning waffles made you realize that you hadn’t eaten since breakfast.

“That sounds delicious. Now I’m hungry, maybe I’ll make some for lunch.”

Wanda frowns at the fact that it’s almost 3 and you haven’t eaten lunch yet. She forgot how you weren’t the best at keeping a normal schedule when you weren’t home. Sometimes you completely forgot to take your meds and Wanda had to remind you via text or during your daily check ins. Wanda decides to worry about this later because Nat is talking excitedly about her plans for the weekend, so she focuses on driving. They’re almost there when you and Boone step outside into the warm air. You sigh happily as you find somewhere to stand while you wait for your wife and Natalya.

“We’re coming up now, Mom. Where are you?”

You look up to try and find a helpful landmark to tell your family how to find you. You of course picked the least descript place possible and you’re not able to be much help at all. You laugh under your breath as you look down to your dog with a smile.

“There’s a bench…a light post, and a dog.”

Wanda rolls her eyes but she finds you fairly easily because you’re the only one with a large dog. Boone is sitting patiently beside you as you roll your shoulders while staring at the blue sky.

“We see you, detka.”

You smile as Natalya opens the back door quickly and waves Boone inside with a smile. She pats the seat and your dog goes to make the jump excitedly. He doesn’t quite make it but you’re there to help him when his foot slips and he then bounces onto the seat next to Nat to give her a sloppy kiss. You shut the door behind him and throw your bag in the trunk before sinking into the passenger seat with a tired sigh.

“It’s so good to see you two. I’ll be getting my hugs as soon as we get home.”

Wanda smiles at you as she reaches out to grab your hand with an amused huff. She takes a moment to look you over as she waits for the pedestrians to cross in front of them. You look tired but happy and Wanda kisses your hand before she starts to drive home.

“Good to see you too, Y/n. We’re glad to have you back.”

You kiss your wife’s cheek before you turn around to greet your daughter. You hold out your arm with a concerned look as you zero in on her hand.

“Can I see your hand, kiddo?”

Natalya holds out her newly bandaged hand with a small smile. She took another pain killer with breakfast so it doesn’t hurt that badly. She doesn’t say this though and instead tries to pacify her mom’s concerns with something that’s still truthful.

“It’s already much better! Mama’s been taking good care of me.”

You smile knowingly as you carefully inspect your daughter’s hand. You can’t see much of course, but you still want to know more about what happened. You note that Boone’s head is resting in Natalya’s lap and she’s running her free hand through his fur.

“I’m sure she has. This was from spilling something?”

Natalya just nods before she steals her hand back so she can scratch Boone with both hands You eye her curiously before nodding in understanding. You talk to Nat for a bit about how school’s been since you’ve been gone before answering some questions about the conference.

“It was fun! I learned a lot about old dogs and I got free food.”

Wanda smiles at the very predictable highlights of your trip. The animals and the food were usually your favorite things. You turn back around as you arrive home and spot Rogue waiting on the front lawn. His tail wags excitedly and Boone sits up as well to see his brother waiting for him. Natalya opens the door and then gets out before watching Boone carefully jump down onto the driveway. He runs to greet his brother with a long sniff before following his lead and heading into the house.

“That’s great, Mom. We’re going to have a lot of food tonight.”

You try to grab your bag from Wanda but she shakes her head before leaning in to kiss you while your daughter’s distracted.

“I’m glad you’re back, detka.”

You smile widely as you nod in agreement before pulling your wife closer. You’re glad that you went to this CE, but you agree with Wanda. You won’t go on another for a few months at least because you miss being home with your wife and daughter. Especially now that softball season’s started you want to be present for Natalya’s games.

Eventually you pull away from your wife before taking her hand so you can lead her inside the house. You could use a nap, but you’re pretty sure you promised to help cook for tonight.

“Me too, Wands. I missed you, my beautiful wife.”

An hour later you’ve fallen asleep on the couch next to Nat who was only half watching something on TV. She and Wanda had caught up with you for a bit longer before Boone had jumped up on his blanket on the couch to cuddle up with you. You hadn’t wasted any time decompressing from your trip and your eyelids grew heavy within 15 minutes of being home. Wanda let you sleep because she could tell you were tired, and from the way you were sitting, she could tell you were sore. Whether it was from sleeping in an unfamiliar bed, the plane ride, or something else, she’d have to ask later.

“What are you drawing, milaya?”

Wanda asks this from the kitchen where she’s cleaning up the remnants of lunch. You’d done most of the cleaning before falling asleep, but Wanda was a little too restless to just sit around and watch you sleep or Nat draw. The brunette was leaning against the arm of the couch with her sketch book on her lap. She had started drawing Boone, but then he’d moved so he was on your lap, so she’d started drawing you too. She says this before turning the book around so her other mom could see.

“Mom and her fur baby.”

Wanda laughs at this as she dries off her hands before walking over so she can get a better look. She rests a hand on Nat’s shoulder as she comes to stand behind her with a smile. It’s not quite done yet, but even as only an outline, Wanda can tell who it is. She glances at you when you shift in your sleep with a groan, and you instinctually pull the closest thing to you even closer. Boone grumbles a little but he doesn’t protest as you hold him tighter before falling back to sleep.

“It’s beautiful.”

Natalya’s practically shaking she’s so eager to see her family. She saw them every week, but almost every time they all got together something interesting happened. It was mostly due to her uncle’s unpredictable behavior, and half of the time he got on her mom’s nerves. This was less entertaining, but then you would talk her down or hold her back from chasing him out by holding her hostage on your lap. Her other uncles were a lot calmer, and they often brought her cool things that she added to her pile of collectables.

Her ’strange gifts from my uncles’ pile had started in third grade when Bucky had given her an old cannon ball that had been painted to look like a turtle. It was her prized possession and she’d secretly named it as well as the other odd trinkets he and Steve had brought her.

She’s also excited to talk to her aunt, Yelena. She’d thought about it a lot and she decided that she’ll ask her for advice on what to do about Stacy. She would rather go to her because she knew that she was the least likely person in her family to go to her parents and potentially the school with her concerns. Her uncles would feel obligated to tell her parents, and her Aunt Nat would pretend that she’d keep it to herself, but she’d drop hints as subtle as a sledgehammer for her parents to pick up on.

For this reason, when her aunts arrive first for dinner, she’s running down the stairs to greet them.

“No running! Be careful.”

Nat only slows down a hair before she throws open the front door and greets the trio that stand in front of her.

“Fanny!”

The akita jumps on her and licks her face for a bit before Nat’s two dogs catch wind of her arrival. They all greet each other while Nat steps aside to let her aunts in. She hugs Nat first because she’s closer, but she looks over to her blonde aunt when she grumbles something under her breath.

“Always more excited to see the dog, so unfair.”

Nat rolls her eyes before she releases little Nat to greet her ornery aunt. Yelena accepts a hug from her niece eventually, and Nat is sure to make it last a little longer as she squeezes the blonde tightly.

“No, I’m not! I’m super excited to see you two! It’s been too long.”

When Yelena is finally released Nat turns to pet the akita who’s come back for scratches. It’s at this time that her aunts notice the bandage on her hand, and they both frown in confusion and worry. Nat shuts the door behind them before following her sister and niece further into the house.

“What happened to your hand?”

Nat realizes that she should have prepared better for this question. She’d only answered it three times, but she’d been planning on telling one of her aunts the truth, but not both. For now, she just sighs before stopping in the living room where her parents are either getting up from the couch or stepping out of the kitchen.

“Hot food and slippery floors. Didn’t work out in my favor.”

Nat frowns at the thought of this true hazard before she greets you with a smile. You hug your friend tightly before you hear what your daughter says as she shrugs in indifference.

“It’s not a big deal.”

Yelena tries to sneak into the kitchen to see what smells so good, but Wanda stops her in her tracks as she pulls her in for a reluctant hug. The blonde still isn’t a huge fan of showing affection after all these years, but Wanda’s at least glad that she seems to tolerate, no sometimes demand it, from her daughter.

“Hey Lena. Nat warned me that you brought just mac and cheese again?”

While Yelena argues that three dishes with pasta and cheese are not all mac and cheese, you and Nat catch up briefly while watching Little Nat play with the dogs. They’re all on the ground and the dogs surround Nat as they alternate between licking and pawing at her as she tries to pet them all. She’s laughing happily and you can’t help but smile at the scene as you shrug in response to your friend’s question.

“It was pretty good. I learned a lot, but I missed being here. Boone definitely made it better.”

Nat smiles at the thought of you taking your dog with you on a trip, and on a plane. He probably does pretty well. Now that he’s older and calmer, as long as he’s near you he doesn’t seem to care that he’s on a giant metal box in the sky. He probably doesn’t realize it. Nat watches as you shift slightly beside her before standing up to greet Yelena, and you hide a grimace at the movement.

“It’s good to be back with everyone though.”

Nat smiles as you sneak up on her sister and grab her around the shoulders with an excited yell. She sees the instinct to flip you get pushed down as Yelena turns and tries to pry you off of her. You just hold on tighter and cheer victoriously as Wanda rolls her eyes and sneaks her way over to Nat who’s just watching in amusement.

“Hey Nat. Thanks for trying.”

The other redhead laughs at this before sighing in defeat. She’d tried really hard to convince her sister to make something else, but she’d tried to offset her overly cheesy food with other sides so the result was that they’d brought a lot of food.

“No problem. I can’t promise that there won’t be a bunch of it left over for Y/n and Little Nat to eat.”

The sound of the doorbell has Natalya jumping up and running once again to the front door. This time she has three dogs on her heels and she throws the door open to reveal her three uncles and another dog. She squeals loudly and both moms are turning toward the sound only to see Pietro has picked up his niece and has her in a bear hug. The brunette groans under her breath but she’s still smiling as Pietro walks her further into the house with a smile.

“Hey there kiddo!”

“Hi Uncle Piet. I’m getting kinda big for this, you know?”

The words are a little strangled as Natalya fights to bring air into her lungs while being squeezed so tightly. Bucky comes to her rescue and reaches out for his hug while Pietro is distracted by his sister’s disapproving look. She still comes forward to greet the older Maximoff with a hug once her daughter is free and hugging her other two uncles. Kit appears behind Steve and glances at the other three dogs carefully. He wanders over there to greet them and quickly gets lost in a sea of fur.

“She is too big for that, Pietro. You can’t throw her around anymore.”

Pietro smiles at the memory of one of his favorite games that he’d used to play with Little Nat. When the younger Maximoff was just a baby, he’d hold her low to the ground before throwing her up in the air. It terrified Wanda and she hated when he did it, but Natalya would always shriek and laugh happily, so she allowed it occasionally. You trusted your brother-in-law not to hurt his niece and despite feeling your heart race at the sight of her mid-air, you tried to let her have fun.

“Nonsense sestra. I’m sure she’d like it as much now too.”

When Natalya is put on the ground, the dogs are right there waiting for her. She kisses both of her shepherds before Fanny and Kit and leads them all to the kitchen where her family has gathered. She shakes her head in response to what Pietro says because she’s actually sure she’d get a little sick. She has motion sickness and being thrown into the air will certainly trigger it. Instead of saying this though, she sneaks a peek at all of the food that was brought, and she smiles widely as she starts to help unloading things onto the counter.

“Look at all this food! I’m so hungry!”

You laugh at this characteristic, familiar comment, and Wanda just shoots you a knowing look before moving to help her daughter. You go to greet Bucky and Steve, but you stop short of hugging the former when you see that he has a large knife tucked into his belt. It has been a while since you’ve seen him, any of your friends really, armed and the fact that it’s here at a weekly dinner, concerns as much as it confuses you.

“Hey, Buck. What’s with the shiv?”

Wanda doesn’t hear you ask this because she’s still talking to her brother about what he’s been up to recently. Among their friend group, Wanda was the only one who didn’t work at all. Everyone else worked in low profile jobs that either had little contact with the public or everything was online. It had been years since they were criminals, but the desire to remain incognito and not disturb their lives was motivation enough to not try for anything too elaborate. You continued your job because you were the least known, and you wanted to. You loved your job and you wanted to keep working until this changed. Despite none of the family needing money, you wanted Natalya to have at least one working parent. This would make answering the inevitable questions about how they had so much money later down the line easier.

Wanda didn’t plan on ever telling her daughter about her past life. She wasn’t ashamed of it per se, but she didn’t want her daughter to know too much about it. She would undoubtedly be curious or worried because it was something out of the norm and definitely illegal. This life was behind her, and Wanda wanted to keep it that way, and you respected that. This did raise the question of what you would do with all of the guns locked away in the basement when the time came for Natalya to stop being creeped out by the dark room beneath the house.

This was a lot to consider, but for now Wanda just wanted to know what was going on with her daughter.

“It’s for Little Nat. To add to her collection.”

You watch with wide-eyes as Bucky pulls the large knife from his belt and holds it out to you. You reach out for it hesitantly as you admire it. You have to admit that it looks nice. The metal sheath covering it is decorated with a lion, no wait, a three headed animal with a lion, goat, and snake head. The name was escaping you, but it looked cool. Still, you weren’t sure if you wanted Nat to have a knife this big. Or a knife at all.

“Um, that’s very sweet of you, but I’m not sure if this is the best gift.”

You were well aware of your friend’s habit of bringing your daughter slightly odd, but still thoughtful gifts every so often. It’s been a while since her last one, a weird metal trap that she seemed to love, but you weren’t sure Nat would be keeping this one.

“Woah! That’s so cool!”

You turn just in time to see Natalya running up to you and Bucky excitedly. She shoots her uncle a questioning look and he just smiles before handing over the large knife that’s practically half of her arm over to her. She squeals in excitement and she’s looking it over with an awe-struck look when Wanda comes over to investigate. She’d been taking things out of the oven and replacing it with what her friends had brought while she talked to her brother, but she left him in charge for a moment as she tried to figure out what was happening.

“Bucky…Is this for Natalya?”

Bucky can tell that his friends are a little reluctant to accept this gift, but he just holds his hands up in surrender before smiling at his niece’s enthusiasm. She’s just staring at the intricate details on the outside, and she hasn’t even tried to open it yet.

“Yes, and don’t worry moms, the knife itself is superglued in there or something. It won’t come out. I’ve tried for years.”

Despite being glad to hear this, you’re still a little reluctant to let Natalya have this weapon. Growing up, Natalya has never demonstrated any concerning behaviors. Sure she was a bit of a loner, but you and Wanda were fine with this. You were just glad that your daughter was still the smart, thoughtful person you’d raised her to be. Despite being in her early teens, her attitude toward school and her family hasn’t changed, and you’re grateful for this. You’ve never noted any violent tendencies that would worry you either. When she got angry, she usually crumpled up paper and threw it on the ground. Sometimes she’ll stomp around if she’s particularly annoyed, but she won’t talk about what’s bothering her until she’s snuggled up next to one of her dogs or parents for a while.

“It’s so cool uncle Bucky, thank you!”

As Natalya hugs her uncle, you and Wanda exchange an uncertain look. When a timer goes off in the kitchen Wanda sighs and decides that they’ll talk about this later. She supposes it can’t be very dangerous if Nat can’t even get to the sharp part of the knife.

“Let’s eat. We’ll talk about it later.”

You’re glad that dinner was a relaxing experience all around. Pietro was behaving himself well and mostly just chatting with Little Nat since he’d sat next to her tonight. The uncles and aunts rotated whether they realized it or not, and each time Nat sat next to a different relative. You thought it was cute and Wanda was glad that her daughter seemed to enjoy spending time with her family.

The dishes that Natasha had brought definitely helped even out Yelena’s super cheesy sides that, as suspected, she and Little Nat ate the most of. Wanda turns her attention from her daughter to you with a small smile. Regardless of the musical chairs that the rest of the family played, you always sat next to Wanda who sat at the head of the table. It was the closest to the kitchen, and given how often Wanda got up to get something or check on something else, it made sense for her to sit here. You sat beside her now as always, holding one of her hands under the table as you ate a little more of your food.

You were losing your appetite as time went on, and you were afraid you wouldn’t be able to eat any of the cheesecake you made. You suppose it would keep, and you were mostly concerned about the fact that your side hurt so much. You could have sworn you took your meds mid-day, meaning you weren’t due for another two hours. Maybe you hadn’t taken them. You really weren’t sure anymore, but your ability to keep eating was quickly diminishing.

“Are you okay?”

Wanda whispers this under her breath, but given that Natasha is sitting beside her, it’s hard to be discrete. She’s mostly listening to Natalya talk to Pietro, but this catches her attention and she can’t help but frown slightly at your response. You just offer a small smile before deciding that this is your excuse to sneak upstairs really quickly. You don’t care how long it’s been since your last dose, sleeping away from home and being on a plane always does a number on your back. When your back hurts it puts more stress on your front, specifically your left side.

“Yeah, I’m just going to run upstairs really quickly. I forgot to take my meds.”

You see no point in lying to your wife because she’ll find out one way or another. You also knew that she’d notice you were hurting as soon as you stood up. Wanda wanted to protest and go get them herself, but you could see it coming and you shook your head before squeezing her hand. You stood up and excused yourself before quickly leaving the room.

“It’s alright, I’ll be back. Excuse me.”

Wanda just watches you leave and she realizes that most everyone else notices too. Natalya is still preoccupied showing her uncle her new gift between eating more mac and cheese, and almost more food than anyone else. Natasha considers asking what’s going on with you, but she decides it’s not her business. She’s well-aware of the complications that you’ve experienced since being shot, and she hates how after all these years it’s still a problem. You’d changed your behavior a lot in an attempt to get healthier, and it wasn’t until just last year that you’d told her how afraid you’d been. You hadn’t felt any kind of extreme pain in a long time. You’d argue that the last time was when you’d been shot, or maybe when you’d fallen off one of the decks and landed on your arm.

The first time that your side had hurt enough for you to be truly worried, you’d realized that not only were you getting older, but this was something that wouldn’t just go away. It could be treated with meds and behavioral modification, but it would always be an issue. It could get worse. The thought of not being able to move enough to do what you loved; hiking in the mountains behind your house, going to your daughter’s games, and being able to do your job terrified you. You didn’t want to feel the pain of being on bedrest again. You need to a do a better job of taking care of yourself.

When you return to dinner, you realize that it’s winding down and it’s time for dessert. You smile as Natalya stands up and starts to help grab plates that will be stacked by the sink until after everyone’s finished eating. Maybe after Nat’s gone to bed and everyone else stays for a drink or two.

Nat sets the dishes in the sink before she looks down to Boone who’s just staring at her expectantly. She looks over to where her blonde aunt is grabbing glasses and trying to balance more than she should carry at once. Nat takes a deep breath before she reaches down to pet her dog with a smile right as her moms come into the kitchen to grab dessert and clean plates for everyone.

“I’m going to take the dogs out real fast.”

You frown at this but don’t protest as Boone perks up at the word, and heads toward the back door gaining the attention of the other three dogs as well. You look to Yelena who’s about to drop all of your glasses before looking back to your daughter.

“Okay, Little Nat. Take someone with you please, it’s dark.”

This is true and Nat has to hide her smile as she hurries to get her aunt’s attention and practically drag her outside. Nat knew that you mostly just wanted her to have company because there were a lot of dogs to keep track of. It wasn’t very dangerous at this time of night. She’d seen the occasional fox or black snake, but she’d never seen anything more interesting than that. Not to mention, she’ll have four dogs with her, if something scary is out there, they’ll go after it.

“Aunt Yelena, can you come take the dogs out with me?”

Yelena is all too happy to leave the glasses where they are, and follow her niece outside to help with the fur children. The four dogs leave the deck at different speeds and Nat watches as her two shepherds amble toward their favorite pee spots as Fanny darts out into the yard and toward the woods. Kit surprisingly doesn’t go anywhere immediately; he just stares out into the yard for a few seconds before going in a completely different direction. He heads toward a group of trees and Natalya takes a deep breath before she turns to her aunt who’s watching her dog disappear through the trees.

“Aunt Yelena, can I ask you something?”

Five minutes later, you and Wanda have served everyone dessert and they’re ready to sit back at the table. Natalya and Yelena aren’t back yet and you’re about to go check on them, but Pietro beats you to it. He promises to be fast as he leaves you with a smug smile before he goes out to fetch the duo. When he sees them standing out in the grass a ways out, he decides to try and scare them.

Yelena’s frowning as she considers her niece’s question. She’d thought that she’d been a little casual when talking about her injury earlier, and now she realizes her hunch was right. She hates the idea of Natalya having trouble at school, and she knows what she’d do in this situation, but she’s also well aware that her niece is a very different person. She decides to ask the most relevant question first before formulating a plan.

“Has something like this happened before? Is this the first time you’ve been hurt?”

Natalya sighs as she nods in confirmation. Sure, Stacy and her crew have shoved her a few times and tripped her, but nothing like this. Yelena doesn’t seem happy about this answer, but she doesn’t have too much time to think on it as Boone and Rogue walk by them to head back inside. Neither of them notice Pietro sneak outside, and they’re still talking about Nat’s dilemma by the time he’s within earshot.

“So you have a couple of options. One, you tell an adult, other than me. Maybe someone at school, or your parents, I’m sure they’d be all over it.”

This is an understatement and they both know this. You’d be horrified and Wanda would be out for a 12-year old’s blood, so maybe the best option was someone at school. Natalya was reluctant to do this because she had a feeling her parents would be told either way. Not to mention, she would draw unwanted attention to herself and risk things getting worse instead of better. If Stacy’s discipline was anything short of being expelled, Nat would still have to deal with her presence. She doubted anything would get better.

“And the other option?”

Yelena crosses her arms as she squints at the sight of her dog coming back through the trees. Kit had snuck back inside a while ago, so it’s just Fanny standing between her and dessert. She frowns slightly before deciding that her niece should know how to defend herself. She shouldn’t have to put up with bullies for any reason.

“You could always hit them back. Scare them off from messing with you again.”

“Are you condoning violence, Yelena?”

Both Yelena and Nat turn to see Pietro standing not a foot behind them. The blonde berates herself for not noticing him while Nat is sweating, she’s so nervous. She hadn’t wanted to tell Pietro because he would definitely tell her mom, right? That’s what she assumed would happen next, but when Yelena just shrugs before claiming that she should know how to protect herself from this type of abuse, Pietro is quick to agree.

“I agree. You need to punch this girl in the face.”

When your daughter returns with her aunt and uncle, you realize that something’s up. Pietro is smiling widely as he leads Nat by the shoulder back inside. The brunette is hyper-focused on the dogs walking in front of her as she panics at the fact that her uncle is definitely going to bust her. She takes a deep breath before planting a very fake smile on her face that her parents can see through immediately. They’re about to ask what’s wrong, but Pietro beats them to it as he walks by the couple on his way to his seat.

“You’re welcome."

You frown in confusion while your wife is scowling in annoyance at her brother’s smug expression. She looks back to Nat when he responds with a concerning statement that she’s definitely going to follow up on.

“For what?”

“I was being a good uncle.”

As Pietro takes his seat you and Wanda exchange a look before you eventually shake your head. You’ll worry about it later once everyone is gone. You’re not going to call Nat out in front of everyone and risk embarrassing her, and given what Pietro’s said you have a feeling it might be embarrassing. Wanda looks like she wants to argue, but you just squeeze her hand before leading her back to her seat. You decide to focus on dessert for now and see what you can find out about Natalya and Pietro’s talk after dinner.

Natalya is quieter during dessert, but it’s mostly because she’s starting to get tired. It’s relatively early, but all of the socializing makes her eyelids heavy as time goes on. She’s finished her two slices of cheesecake and was ready for bed, but she didn’t want to leave yet. She was near leaning on her uncle who just smiled at her before patting her head.

“Just a second. I’m just going to close my eyes for a bit.”

Pietro looked over to his sister at the other end of the table, but she was distracted talking to her wife so he decided to take initiative. He checked the time, confirming it was almost 9 before shaking Natalya awake.

“Is it time for bed, Natalya? Maybe make the rounds and call it a night?”

Natalya wants to argue with her uncle, but as soon as she opens her mouth she yawns again. She ends up sighing in defeat before she hugs the older Maximoff goodnight. She goes around the table before she reaches her moms and asks if it’s okay for her to go to sleep. You both nod despite wanting to talk to her privately, and you hug her before watching her hug her aunt Nat and uncle Bucky.

Boone follows her upstairs and you are tempted to follow her, but Pietro draws your attention back to the rest of your family.

“Y/n, tell us more about your trip. Were you glad to finally have some time away from Wands?”

Everyone is either rolling their eyes or laughing under their breath while you just turn to your wife with a wide smile. You kiss her hand that you’d grabbed again as soon as you hugged your daughter before turning back to Pietro with a shrug. He really never would get tired of provoking his sister.

“She’s definitely not the Maximoff I wanted time away from. That one is much older.”

Wanda laughs at your answer and the affronted look on her brother’s face. He’d only rubbed in the fact that he was older than her for the first 40 years of their lives. Now that they were past the point of it being a positive thing, your wife would often turn it back on him just to piss him off.

“12 minutes! That’s it. She’s still old too.”

You feel your wife tense and you have a feeling a shouting match is about to start, so you quickly stand up and look around the table with a smile. You glare at your brother-in-law before waving him along with you. You need someone’s help and you want him away from your wife for a bit.

“Incorrect. Piet come help me get drinks for everyone?”

When you and Piet disappear from view, Wanda turns to Yelena with a curious look. She figures that the blonde would know what her brother was talking about when he said he was being a good uncle. She didn’t realize that she’d been sworn to secrecy. This made her more nervous and she has to resist the urge to go wake Natalya up later to ask her what’s wrong.

“Lena, what did you and Piet talk to Natalya about?”

Yelena shrugs before she finishes eating her second helping of dessert. She wasn’t going to rat out her niece because that was not how she was going to win the title of favorite aunt. She may have been swayed to give in, but she wants to trust that Natalya will do the right thing and be able to figure this out. She’d made the brunette promise to tell her or someone else if she was hurt like this again.

“She just asked for advice, no big deal.”

You’re having a similar conversation with Pietro as you two get glasses and everyone’s preferred drinks. You’d asked him to help primarily to spare yourself from having an annoyed wife on your hands, but you definitely were going to take advantage of this opportunity to talk to him alone. You glance over your shoulder watching as Pietro grabs a bottle of vodka before you speak up.

“Are you going to tell me why you’re such a great uncle? Other than the obvious of course.”

You’re kissing ass in an attempt to get a straight answer from him, but you should have known that it was going to be tough. Pietro liked to hold things over you, specifically secrets and you had a feeling this was going to be one of those times.

He laughs as he turns to see you holding 6 glasses and a couple bottles of beer. You set them on the tray in front of Pietro with a sigh when you make it to the other counter without dropping them. He considers telling you the truth, but he doesn’t want to betray Little Nat’s confidence. He wasn’t even supposed to hear what she said.

“Ah nothing too interesting, kid. Just asked for some advice.”

You frown at this vague answer before you turn completely so you can shoot your brother-in-law a serious look.

“What kind of advice? Is something wrong?”

You try not to be hurt by the fact that Natalya didn’t come to you or Wanda for advice. You knew that it might be easier for her to go to her aunts or uncles, but still you wish that she knew you both were here for whatever she needed. Pietro actually looks a little uncomfortable as he tries to find a truthful answer for you. He realizes that if this blows up in his face, he’s going to be in for it. His sister would tear him a new one if she finds out that he knew her daughter was being bullied, but he said nothing.

“She’s just dealing with some girl trouble.”

You’re not given any time to consider what this could mean before Pietro picks up the tray and heads back to the table. You’re left to scurry after him very confused and wishing that you could have something to drink. You aren’t allowed to mix your medications with alcohol and you would much rather have those on board than any slight buzz that you can get before feeling too nauseous.

“Piet--.”

You stop short and turn back toward the kitchen to grab the drink you’d forgotten for yourself. You sigh in defeat as you go to sit with your family for a little bit longer. You wonder if Natalya is asleep yet. She was a lot like you. She would either drop on her pillow and pass out immediately or she struggles to go to sleep at all.

Natalya is stressing about the fact that she finally told someone other than her friends about what’s been happening with Stacy. She wanted it to stop, but her fear of confrontation was strong, and she knows which mom she got it from. She sighs in exhaustion as she rolls over and faces the wall with a frown. She can faintly hear her family still talking downstairs, but she blocks them out as she tries to come up with a solid plan. She could try to scare them off from bothering her again, but she’s not sure how well this would work. She’d put up with them for so long that it might take a while to actually ward them off. She should ask Taylor for help.

The brunette was probably the toughest of all of her friends and she’d definitely know what to do.

Nat is still thinking about what she’s going to ask Taylor when she falls asleep a few minutes later.

You sigh in exhaustion as you show the last of your friends out. You hug Nat and Yelena before thanking them for coming and helping with clean up. That was another thing you loved about your friend group. Regardless of who hosted, everyone helped clean because the idea of leaving someone with all of the dishes seemed daunting. They were a large group and you were nearly asleep on your feet by the time Pietro left first. You had tried to get more information from him, but he’d been infuriatingly silent and you’d had no luck figuring out what ‘girl trouble’ meant.

“That was fun.”

Wanda says this as you let the dogs out one last time for a quick walk. You’ve turned on all of the lights in the back because your dogs couldn’t see so great anymore at night and you knew that it helped them move faster. You wave them both back in once they’re done and you shut and lock the door behind them with a smile. After shutting off the lights and confirming that everything’s locked you watch Wanda arm the security system.

“It was. I’m glad I made it back in time to see everyone.”

You hold out your hand to Wanda who takes it with a smile as she follows you up the stairs. You stifle a yawn as you push open the bedroom door and allow Wanda to walk in first followed by Rogue and then you. You glance down the hall where Boone decides he wants to camp out tonight, and you smile at him before waving and shutting the door with another yawn. You should go to bed right now. You really wanted to shower first though. Honestly a bath would be better, but you’re afraid you might fall asleep.

Your medications have started to kick in, but your side still aches a little so you don’t plan to sit down and aim to just get changed in the bathroom.

“I was going to shower really quickly. Do you need the bathroom?”

Wanda shakes her head as she searches for clothes to change into. She’s as tired as you are, but she’s not in any rush to get ready for bed. She spends some time with Rogue beside his bed while you’re in the shower. He just lies in her lap for a while as she pets his head. She still can’t believe that this dog had been so vicious when she first met him. She would argue that he’s even sweeter than Boone because the other shepherd definitely held grudges, but she wasn’t about to have that conversation with you. Both Boone and Rogue were precious and despite definitely having favorites, you both loved the shepherds that had been with you for over a decade. You and Wanda had talked about it one night that you were worried about how Boone was acting. You hated the idea of them getting older and dying, but now that they were getting up there and then some, you almost had to expect it. As cynical as it sounded you didn’t want them to live longer at the expense of their health.

You’d noticed things over the years that were normal old dog changes, but you wanted to make sure that nothing catastrophic happened. Boone sometimes slipped when trying to get up, and Rogue could just barely jump on the bed without the assistance of the stairs that you’d bought for him. Overall, you just wanted to make sure they were still happy and that they had more good days than bad. In the end, you just didn’t want them to be in pain, and the six medications they were on together was your limit.

“Sorry I took so long, all yours.”

Wanda didn’t realize you were back until you spoke up and she jumped slightly in surprise. Rogue looks at you in disinterest before he whines as Wanda stands up to finish getting ready for bed. She reaches out for you as she shoots you a questioning look. She hadn’t forgotten that you were hurting earlier, and despite taking your meds she can tell that you’re still a little tense. She’s been married to you for long enough to know that when you get to the point of mentioning that you’re in pain, it’s well past the point of what most people would tolerate without intervention.

“You didn’t, don’t worry. How are you feeling?”

You don’t bother trying to sugarcoat anything because you’re way too exhausted to manage that. Your wife is too smart for that anyway and you just lean in and kiss her quickly before heading to your side of the bed.

“I’m a little sore. I’ve missed my bed.”

Wanda frowns at the confirmation that you’re not feeling great and she just watches as you get situated.

“Is there anything I can do?”

Wanda knows that the only thing that really helps your intractable pain is smoking. However, it’s late and you’re tired and Wanda sincerely hopes you don’t end up having to do that tonight. She’s glad when you just smile before getting more comfortable under the covers as you shake your head.

“No thanks, Wands. I just need to lie down. Preferably with my lovely wife, so don’t take too long please.”

Less than five minutes later, Wanda’s in bed with you and you’re already feeling better. Despite having Boone’s company, you really had missed being able to go to sleep next to your wife these past few nights. You sigh happily as Wanda moves closer so she’s pressed up against your right side. She hesitates to throw an arm over you because she doesn’t want to hurt you, but you quickly take her hand and kiss it before placing it on your tense stomach. Maybe it will help you relax.

“It’s okay, my love. Just don’t tickle me please.”

Wanda rolls her eyes at this, but she just nods before resting her head on your shoulder. She takes a deep breath before snuggling closer to you and tangling her legs in yours with a smile. She’s missed having you here beside her and she meant what she said earlier about keeping you here with her for a while. She didn’t like when you left and now knowing that extended time away made your pain flare up, she was going to be more insistent that you stay on top of your meds while away, or you simply just didn’t go away.

Wanda’s near sleep a few minutes later when she feels you tense underneath her. She frowns and waits to see if you’ll relax, but when a few seconds pass and she feels your muscles continue to spasm she opens her eyes.

“Detka?”

You curse yourself when you realize that you’ve woken up your wife. You keep nearing sleep, but then a sharp pain will startle you awake. You’re getting annoyed but you’re trying to wait it out. You say something to this affect and you can tell that Wanda’s concerned. Luckily a few minutes later you’re both asleep, and despite knowing that you’ll be waking up throughout the night, you’re glad to finally be back in your wife’s arms.

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[jocelynships]

I am very close to choosing violence in any and all interactions I have where the other person pisses me off bc so help me god my patience has been fucking tested over and over again this week and it’s only getting worse and I’m ready to fucking snap

#joce.vent #kinda??? idk man I’m just. annoyed with people being assholes #and I haven’t been fucking sleeping well this week so I am. a bit on edge #and people being assholes about everything and anything isn’t helping!!! #also I’m gonna have to work with this one guy on Saturday that I really don’t wanna work with #he hasn’t been doing his job and we have a competition to sell memberships this month #and he’s been fucking LYING to get more points #and me and my one co worker literally had to go and check every single member he signed up to see if the info was true #a lot of it wasn’t btw #and he’s been making other people do his cleaning #and pulling ‘pranks’ on people #and I swear to god if he does that shit with me I’m losing my shit #well I may not snap on him but I’m going and calling my manager and telling him about it #I have no fucking patience for assholes right now #I’m excited for the overtime pay I’ll be getting but I’m not looking forward to working with him #at least tomorrow is Friday and we get free lunch then I’m seeing my friends for dinner #and I won’t have to be up as early on Saturday #also people have been very homophobic and transphobic so I’m definitely ready to fucking throw hands with someone

[blogevaawrites]

Keeping to the schedule.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: angst, sad, marriage, divorce, smut

Summary: After seven years of being married, two daughters and a difficult divorce, they try to understand what went wrong and why they let that happen. 

Part I

“I’m so sorry to do this but we’re having problems with a few scenes. I won’t be at home until next week.” He said from the other side of the line. Since the divorce we have been being very strict with the custody agreement of our children.

“So, will you come to pick them up the next Friday?” I asked.

“Yes, I will be there. And again, I’m really sorry, I tried to do everything in my hands” I knew that he doesn’t like to change anything about the kids, he says we should try to give them as much stability as we can. I couldn’t agree more.

“Don’t worry, it’s fine.” I simply said.

We got married seven years ago, we had a happy marriage, but loneliness and exhaustion made me give up on our marriage. He started to spend more time away, accepting more projects in L.A or any part of the world but home. I guess home wasn’t what it used to be for him and for me because eventually I stopped complaining about his absence.

“I need to talk to you.” I said when I saw him getting out of the shower. I closed the door of the bathroom and l leaned on the sink. “About what? I’m kind of tired, can we leave it for tomorrow?” He said, drying himself with a towel. I was sick of it; I was being left to a side for so long that I didn’t hold it on.  “Not really.” He looked at me then, normally I don’t insist. “I filed for divorce.” His face went from confusion to anger quickly.

We fought, he got really mad. I knew I should have talk to him before doing it, but he was never around, I was mad and sad, I wasn’t thinking properly. He didn’t talk to me for four months after that night, he moved to his mother’s house and did everything in his hands to accelerate the process. I know I didn’t deal very well with all of that and either he did. Our relationship since then got even more complicate.

Our obsession with our kids’ stability grew after that. We both knew they were going suffer the most, at least Anna. She was almost six when all of that happened, she asked a few times, but we never gave her an answer she could understand. Emma was only four, she noticed that something was wrong but was too young to assimilate it.  

“Mom, Lindsay is having a sleepover this Thursday, and we don’t have school on Friday, can I go? Her mom will call you tomorrow to ask you, can I go, please?” Anna asked, taking my attention from the road as I drove us to home.

“Sure honey” I said with my eyes on the road.

“Dad is coming on Friday, right? I will tell her mom to bring me back in the morning” she always gets excited to see him, both do it.

“It’s not necessary honey, he probably will come to pick you up after dinner. I will pick you up to get lunch together at the park, what do you think?” she nodded enthusiastic, eating her sandwich.

Thursday comes quickly and Martha, Lindsay’s mom, picked Anna up. Emma got to sleep very early after a long afternoon at the park. I went down to watch a few minutes a TV show before to go to bed. The doorbell rang, startling me, it wasn’t late, but I wasn’t expecting anybody. When I got close to the door, I recognized the silhouette of the person behind the door.

“Hi, what are you doing here?”

“I wrapped the film early, I’m sorry if it is too late but I knew you wouldn’t mind. You can have the entire day to yourself tomorrow, in this way.”

“It’s fine, but Anna is not here, she’s at Lindsay’s house and Emma is already sleeping.” He looked devastated and it broke my heart. He usually doesn’t spent too long without seeing them. “You can see Emma if you want to.” I offered and he accepted quickly. He got into the house and went upstairs to Emma’s room.

After a few minutes, he came down to the kitchen where I was preparing things for tomorrow. I wouldn’t say our relationship was good, o was getting better. it was confusing. “How have you been? How was everything with the kids?” he asked from the doorframe. I turned around to see him and answered, “It was fine, no incidents.” I simply said. We looked each other for a while, we haven’t talk since we had sex the last time, he came to bring the girls back. He stayed for dinner and a while after, the girls went to sleep, we started to talk about them, about our past together, about us a couple. We kissed and one thing took us to another.

“I want to talk about the last time. I don’t want you to think I…” he started; I knew it didn’t mean anything for him, it was just sex, he has been avoiding me since then but him bringing the subject up made me mad and it hurt me a little.

“I know! Don’t worry! Let’s just forget about it.” I said walking to the front door.

“No, it’s just that we were kind of drunk and got emotional.” He started to say without following me.

“It was just sex. I get it! You made it very clear when you couldn’t wait to leave.” As soon as we were done, he got up from the bed and started to dress up. He told me it was late, and he had a thing to do in the morning, but I knew he was lying. He left me, naked in the bed, the one we shared for several years.  

“I didn’t want the girls to get confused.” He got closer to the door, shaking his head, and rubbing his face roughly with his hands.

“You didn’t want me to get confused.” His eyes got bigger, and I could see the anger growing in his face.

“You couldn’t care less about what I wanted so don’t tell me what my intentions were.”

“You made them very clear.”

He looked confused, but he moved quickly. “You always so understanding. But why don’t you just listen to me? I’m trying to …” He couldn’t say anything more.

“You’re right, it’s kind of late and there isn’t a reason for you to stay.” I interrupted him, he looked mad.

He took a deep breath and kept on “I’m picking the kids tomorrow’s morning” he informed me before walking out.

“They won’t be here until late afternoon.” I said back. He looked at me without saying anything and kept on his walking. I stood at the door, looking how he got in the car. He turned on the engine, and before driving away he looked at me through the window. “Thank God we’re divorced.”

When the topic isn’t our kids, it never goes well. I guess we’re still hurt.

I didn’t fully understand why he got so angry until I saw the pictures.

After he picked the girls the next day, I did some work and later I filled a glass with wine and turned on the television to pick up a film to watch but my phone rang.

“Hey hon! How are you doing?” Lily asked, with a worried voice that I didn’t get.

“Hey! Why are you asking like that? I’m pretty fine.” I said laughing.

“Well! I don’t know, I thought you will be kind of sad o maybe angry, if my ex-husband was dating with somebody after not even a year from our divorce, I would be ready to kill him.”

“What? What are you talking about? I mean he hadn’t told me anything, I don’t think he’s dating again.” I said quite confused.

“Shit! You haven’t seen it, have you?”

Right away, I googled him with the call waiting.

Chris Evans is off market again? The former superhero and the upcoming actress Rachel Welles spotted holding hands and getting affectionate.

He was trying to talk about our night together because he was going to tell me about her. I felt my heart shrinking. I guess I should have been ready for this, he was free to be with whoever he wanted but it hurt me.

“I’m sorry, girl. It must be weird and hurtful. If you need anything you know I’m right here, right?” she asked kindly.

“I’m fine. he’s free to be with anybody but I guess I wasn’t as much ready to see it as I thought.”

“Yeah, knowing something isn’t always mean assimilating it, right?”

“Right”

After the call I refilled my glass and went to sleep with a few tears in my cheeks.

Our relationship began so natural, and it went so fast. We met through common friends, we dated just for tree moths after he asked me to move on with him. We didn’t take long to get married either, we both just knew that it was the right decision. I really loved him, and I know he loved me too. It wasn’t a fantasy, but we were grown-ups when he met, we knew what we wanted for life, in a partner and we found it in each other.

He was a great husband, a great father and a great friend. I single tear fell through my cheek, remembering the beginning of our freefall.

“There’s not a good way to say this. I’m really sorry to tell this but, Mrs. Evans you had a miscarriage.” Doctor Lars said. I felt Chris’s hand in my knee, comforting me. I felt I couldn’t breathe. My heart broke in pieces. “But I’m six months pregnant, this usually happens during the first trimester. This can’t be true.” My mouth slurred. “Well, the actual name is a late-miscarriage, there are several things that may play a part in causing it so we need to do a few tests to find a cause. I know this isn’t easy, but these things can happen, and we can’t do anything to prevent it.” I touched my barely swollen belly, missing the movements of my baby. “What are we doing now?” Chris talked, taking care of the situation. “You will need to go through labour to give birth to you baby. I know this can be a very distressing time and you may be in shock but there’s not other way.” I could hear him breathe hardly before kissing my head.

We went through our worst nightmare. I gave birth to a baby I could take care of. Thankfully, after inducing the labour, the birth came quickly. We decided not to hold the baby. We thought it will be less traumatic in that way.

He went with me through all of that, but we changed. Everything changed.

Five days later, I came into our bedroom to see him packing his suitcase.

“What are you doing? I asked softly.

“I need to go to L.A for a few interviews and shoot a few scenes” I looked at him straightly. Not quite believing he was going to leave so early after everything. “Don’t worry, I asked my mother to come to help you with everything.” he said, seeing my expression. I didn’t want to be alone, I didn’t want his mom here, I wanted him. I caressed his back, calling his attention.

“Don’t go, please.” I muttered. “It will be just a couple days, two weeks max.” he said holding me in his arms.

“Two weeks?” that was so fucking long.

“Listen, I can really do anything. I’m sorry but it’s work. What you want me to do?” he tried to reason with me, in vain.

“Call Meghan and ask her to reschedule it. We have an appointment with Doctor Lars next week.” I didn’t like to complain about his job or ask him to not to do it, but I couldn’t go through that alone.

“Everything will be fine, call me after the appointment and tell me what she says. I will be here as soon as I can.” I pushed him away with my eyes watering.

“Okay” for the first time in our life together he was putting his family in a second place.

The worst thing it was that trip didn’t last 2 weeks, but 3 months. He told me that his next project was being moved forward, and nothing else. He left me alone in the worst moment of my life and I couldn’t forget it.  

After a few more glasses of wine, I took me phone and I called him.

“Hello” he said with a surprised voice. “What’s going on?”

“What was what you wanted to tell me last time? Hey, I know we just fuck but I’m actually in a relationship with some else and you must forget about it.” I slurred, mimicking him.

“You know it.” He said, I could hear him moving to another place. I guess he left the house.

“Of course, I do. Do you think I live under a rock?” I wasn’t jealous I was mad at him, at myself.

“Okay I get it you’re mad, but I wanted to talk…”

“What for? To say sorry for fucking me or to ask me to keep back of your new love.”

“No, it’s not like…”

“Why did you leave me? Why wasn’t I your priority anymore? I asked, removing the tears away from my face. My voice broke a few times, I was unable to keep myself still.

“Where are you? Are you drunk?” he asked hurriedly.

“It wasn’t my blame; I couldn’t have known it.” I kept talking.

“What are you talking about?” his voice was full of curiosity and confusion.

“We didn’t name him, he died without a name.” my face was completely wet, my arms were crossed around my stomach and my heart… I couldn’t feel my heart.

“Are you at home? Pease tell me where you are.” He asked desperately.

“Yes, I’m here.” I muttered before hanging up.

A few minutes later I heard the door opening, and his footsteps. I was in completely darkness, no TV, no lights, nothing but somehow, he knew exactly where I was.

“Hey! What’s going on? What happened?” he asked softly, sitting next to me in the half-furnished nursery.

“Why did you leave me?”

“Well, when you wife files for divorce, it’s actually kind of what you have do” he said with a sad smile in his face.

“You left me way before that.” I said quickly, he left me when we lost our baby. “We never talked about him.”

“I don’t think you are in an appropriate state to talk about him.” He said without looking at me.

“I’m fine. Don’t make excuses! You just don’t want to talk about him with me.”

“I don’t want to talk about him with nobody.”

“I’m not nobody.”

“Why is this so important now? It’s been a year since then, we are not together anymore...” he started to get up from the floor.

“You’re dating again…” I finished the sentence off for him “you told me you weren’t ready. You said you missed me, that you missed us.” I said, remembering what he told me when he was taking me to our bedroom between kisses and caresses.

His face looked confused and tired.

“I don’t get it. Why are so upset? You filed for divorce without telling me why, without giving me a chance to make it better. All I know is you felt neglected, but I didn’t do anything wrong. I thought we were just going through a rough patch, but I thought it was normal after all.” His voice was firmed, he wasn’t yelling me, but I bet he wanted. “I know you don’t think this but I’m not the bad guy here.” His eyes were red and watering. He never told me anything of this. He had been too angry to talk to me about anything.

He walked to the door, ready to leave me.

“You left me.” I said, calling his attention.  

“You already said that.” He barked back.  

“When I asked you to stay you left me for almost four months after I gave birth to my death son. I needed you Chris, and you rather work than be with your wife.” His face kept straight; he knew what I was talking about. I got up when I saw him get closer to me. He looked at me for minutes, as he wasn’t sure about his next words.

“I went to therapy. I didn’t come back home because I wasn’t stable, not because I was working, not because I wanted to leave, it was because I didn’t see another way to deal with everything. You were right when you said holding our baby it would be traumatic, it was.” I didn’t understand what he was talking about, we agreed on not to hold the baby when he was born but he cleared all up “I couldn’t help it, I saw him coming out of you as the same way Emma and Anna did. I needed to see him, and it was the worst thing I could have done, but it was my son.” His eyes never left mine when his body got much closer to me. “I lost my son too, honey. I couldn’t be there for you because I wasn’t handling in the right way.” I saw a single tear going down through his cheek. At least I wasn’t the only one crying.

“Why didn’t you tell me this?”

“Because you gave birth to him! How the fucking hell could I have told you I was the one losing his mind after that? I know I should have stayed with you but believe me, there wasn’t another option, I didn’t find another way.”  

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[shurisneakers]

if you're taking ideas for harmless drabbles, i'd love to see one of bucky on one of those dates he mentioned and reader's shenanigans. if you aren't, feel free to ignore this!

a/n: are we really going to let a word limit define what a drabble is? is the vibe and spirit not enough? i say this bc this is 5.7k words long im so sorry. also hey thank you to everyone who piped in with their knowledge of violent geese and how apartment security works in new york!! also thanks to my bby @spiderrpcrker for reading this and telling me to publish this bc i wasnt going to fkjghfkj

warning: swearing, bad luck, dates, frustrated bucky, anxiety, mentions of gore but like only a sentence

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Catch up with the rest of the series here: Harmless Masterlist

Bucky returns only two weeks later. His mission lasted longer than expected and all he wants is to lie down and sleep for forty eight hours straight.

“FRIDAY?” he mumbles, kicking off his shoes. His jacket had already been discarded by his bedroom door when he walked in.

“Yes, Sergeant Barnes?”

“How are ya?” He doesn’t miss a beat in asking, even though he’s exhausted.

“As good as ever. Did you have a successful mission?”

“If by successful you mean one sprained limb instead of two, then yeah.” He wasn’t really cribbing. His ankle was already starting to heal anyway and it was worth the roundhouse kick to a Nazi's face. “Do I have anything scheduled for this weekend?”

“You have a meeting on your calendar scheduled for this Saturday.”

“Could you send a text to Y/N and ask if we can push it to the next day?” His muscles feel sore and God, he could definitely use a hot shower but all of that becomes secondary the minute he feels the sheets under him.

“Would you like me to reschedule the other one as well?”

“What’s that?” He opens one eye in confusion. “There’s another one?”

“It’s on Sunday. You’ve labelled it ‘date’.”

Ah, fuck.

“Would you like me to change it?” FRIDAY never sounds like she’s judging him, which is nice. It also reminds him about how she, as an AI, can’t judge him, which is a rude wake-up call to how he doesn’t have friends.

“No,” his voice is muffled against the pillow, “no, let it be. Where is it again?”

“You’ve only specified diner, Sergeant Barnes.”

Public space, daytime, plenty of escape routes. Good on his less delirious self for selecting a diner.

“Thanks, FRIDAY.” Now that he’s a little more relaxed, he can feel himself slip in and out of consciousness.

“One last thing," her automated voice commands his attention again. "Y/N replied. She says sure and to take care.”

“Yay.” Not even a second later he’s out like a light.

____

“Did you bring me any souvenirs?” Is the first thing he hears as he marches into your lair.

“What could I possibly get you?”

“A postcard, a t-shirt.” You don’t look up from your tinkering.

“Decapitated finger, used bullets,” he continues, “cement blocks.”

“Ew.” You snap the lid shut on the thing you’re working on, spinning around on your chair. "That's not nearly romantic enough."

“That’s all you’re going to get from a Russian underground bunker.” He does a mini jog up the stairs of the platform to where you are.

“Does the finger have a ring at lea- oh hello?” You raise an eyebrow at the sight of him. “You look different.”

He peers down. The outfit was still all black. As always.

“Not your clothes, dummy,” you interrupt, making him look back at you. “Your face. What’d you do?”

He unconsciously raises a hand to his cheek.

“Did you wash your face? Is that it?” you squint at him. “Has it been a few months since the last time?”

“Wow, you’re so funny,” he drawls sarcastically.  “Top tier comedian right there.”

“No wait, it’s the beard.” You snap your fingers in realisation, completely ignoring his comment. “You trimmed it.”

“So what if I did?” He leans on your table.

“You going somewhere?” you ask, elastic snapping against your hands as you remove your gloves.

“It’s none of your busi-”

“Hold on a second.” A sly smile begins to make its way onto your face. “Are you going on a date, Bucky Barnes?”

His comeback dies down in his throat. That didn’t take you very long for you to figure out.

“I’m right, aren’t I?” You look smug, to say the least.

“Shut up.” A ray of light glistening distracts him. He traces it to the thing you were working on earlier.

“Where are you guys going?” You cross your arm across your chest, a small smirk on your face.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” It’s a silver box, engraved intricately with swirls that, when he observes carefully, looks like a skull. Wow, terrifying.

“I’m literally asking you.”

“What are those?” He shifts the conversation towards a more productive angle instead.

“Evil in a box and some other stuff.” You shrug offhandedly. “Is it a lunch date or just coffee?”

“Like Pandora’s Box?”

“A discount version, sure,” you confirmed impatiently. “Stop changing the topic, listen to me.”

He tilts his head, waiting for you to continue.

“Do you need a chaperone?” The sincerity in your voice for such a bullshit question has him scoffing.

“Good God- no, I do not need a chaperone. I’m 106 years old, I can go out unsupervised.” He reaches over and plucks the box off your table.

“Sir, you’re a geriatric."

“What are those?” He points to a few ray odd ray guns.

“Minor stuff you don’t have to worry about right now.”

He shakes the box in his hand. “What’s gonna happen if I open this?”

“Very bad things,” you whispered ominously before your volume returns to normal. “How’d you meet this person? Online?”

“She’s Natasha’s friend.” He turns the box over, seeing a small latch at the side. “What bad things?”

“Bad luck and misery. Don’t play with it, it’s dangerous.” You pull the box away from him. “Aw, is it a blind date?”

“Why do you care so much?” he shoots back, tugging the box back towards him.

“Just lookin’ out for you, Bucko,” you huff, adjusting your grip on your device. “Need to keep my favourite senior citizen safe.”

“I have a vibranium arm.” Whose force he could use to grab the box once and for all, but wasn’t. “I think I’ll be fine.”

“What if she has one too, huh? Then what?”

“She doesn’t.” As far as he knows, he’s the only one alive with a metal appendage made out of the strongest metal in the world. That could very well change by tomorrow but he's keeping the title for now.

“But what if she does? I swear to- stop trying to take the box!” You pull a little more forcefully, but he doesn’t relent.

“I want this to get over before this evening.”

“What time’s your date?”

“Why do you care?” He’s sure anyone who saw the dumb tug-of-war you both were playing would just automatically assume he was an absolute manchild, not an Avenger.

“Because.” You don’t explain further. “Tell me what time your date is, you weirdo.”

“Five o’clock, now let go.”

“Fine,” you say, suddenly loosening your grip. Clearly, it doesn't make much of a difference since he isn't struggling to keep his balance from the sudden loss of force.

“Fine.” He clears his throat, straightening up. 

You don’t say anything. He doesn’t either.

A putrid smell creeps into his nose, one all too similar to spoiled milk and decaying seaweed. He has to physically stop himself from gagging.

“Have a good day.” You smile and lean far back. Too far. It looks like you're almost going to fall out of the chair.

Through the tears that are threatening to line his eyelids, he looks down at the box whose latch you somehow managed to lift, leaving the box open.

“What the fuck is this?” He coughs, swatting at the air in front of him to clear it.

“I told you; bad luck in a box.”

“You can’t scientifically create bad luck, that’s bullshit.” He tosses the box back onto your table. You watch it slide past you, not making any effort to stop it. “What is it really?”

“I’m not lying.” You pull open a drawer, brandishing a small table fan that you set down beside you. “If you open it, you’re going to have terrible luck for the day.”

He glowers at you when you turn the fan on, forcing the fumes back towards him.

“Besides, that’s all I was doing today.” You kick your feet up. “So you can leave now.”

He doesn’t care if you’re lying about not having anything else to do today. You could burn down the world if you wanted to but he needs to take a stupid shower. Again.

“You’re the fuckin’ worst.” He tries airing out his shirt, hoping that the smell would dissipate as soon as possible.

“Have fun on your date, sarge!” you encourage him as he stalks out of the lair. “Remember to wrap it befo-”

He turns it into a sprint before you can finish.

____

Six hours later and he’s absolutely convinced he fucked up.

He isn’t used to having his weekends free.

He realises that this is the first time in months that he’s actually stepped out of the Tower for something that wasn’t directly mission-related. He should probably get some air. Touch some grass. See the sun.

His shirt thankfully manages to rid itself of the odour from the dumb box so he didn’t have to go take a shower. With nothing much planned and a few hours to spare, he heads to the coffee shop instead.

It’s a small place, bustling and alive with a crowd of people. They have a little bookshelf that usually is full of books donated by patrons, free for anyone to read.

The barista smiles at him. The coffee costs more than his high school education. He awkwardly smiles back.

He’s not a regular, but they’ve seen him enough times to know that he usually asks for black coffee in a to-go cup, later adding a sugar or two according to his own taste. They're nice to him, occasionally throwing in a cookie or something on the house. He can't tell if it's because of the Avenger status or the sizeable tip he leaves.

He picks up a random book from the shelf, fully intending not to read it but to just sit there and think. The book acted as a shield for his resting bitch face, resting murder face and his resting rage face. More often than not, a good combination of the three.

He sets the coffee down at the corner table he manages to nab in a quick second, along with the two sachets of sugar.

“Is this seat taken?” Someone asks from beside him. He earnestly shakes his head in a ‘no’, gesturing for them to take it.

They give him a quick thanks and drag the chair away from his table.

He does a quick overlook of the book he picked up.

The Princess Diaries by Meg Cabot.

Well, now he’s too anxious to put it back. YA fiction it is.

He reaches for the sugar while glossing over the summary. He reaches a little further when it doesn’t come to his hand immediately, blindly running his fingers across the table.

Bucky peeks over the book, eyebrows knitting together when he notices that they’re missing.

He was sure he picked it up.

He looks underneath the table. It wasn’t there, neither under his seat. Strange, but okay. He picks up the book and the cup, walking back to the station to grab two sugars.

This time he makes sure to tuck it into his pocket, double-checking before going back to his table.

Which was now occupied. He wanted to groan.

His mind automatically reverts back to the box from that morning.

“Come on,” he scoffs quietly to himself. It was a coincidence. “Get yourself together.”

“A seat at the counter just cleared up,” the barista from earlier offers when she sees him standing in the middle of the store.

See? Good luck.

He shoots her a grateful look, venturing over to the barstool to take his place. It’s not the most comfortable, but then again, he wasn’t planning to stay there for very long.

He empties the sugar into the coffee, stirring slowly before opening a random page in the book.

He takes a long sip, ignoring how hot the drink was.

He chokes immediately. Because either he was losing his mind or his order had somehow got switched from ‘no sugar’ to ‘diabetes in a cup’.

He takes another small sip and his face immediately twists in disgust. Definitely too sweet. The sweetener he added only made it worse.

He catches the eye of the barista. She looks on in concern.

“Is everything okay?”

Fuck.

He’s not one to make a scene. He just wants to live as imperceptibly as he could.

“Yep.” The sweetness sticks to the back of his throat. “All good.”

He just closes his eyes and downs the rest of it without thinking twice, trying to hide the grimace in his face. He gives her a weak thumbs up. She doesn't look convinced.

He leaves the shop soon after, hands shoved in his pocket. Maybe he could go sit by the lake at Central Park, watch the clouds. It reminded Bucky of the lake in front of his hut in Wakanda and the hours he'd sit in front of it, feet dipped into the water as his goats fed. He misses it.

He makes a sharp turn at a corner, still thinking about his options when his ankle abruptly twists under him.

He stumbles rather ungracefully, almost hitting the ground, but manages to save himself through the newly built up immunity he has towards falling thanks to all his encounters with you.

His gaze lands on his hardcore combat boots. Their laces had come undone.

Now he just knew that was horseshit. He always double knots them; they had never loosened in the past before.

The box.

He shoves the thought out of his head, crouching down to tie them again. He tugs on them to make sure they’re secure before standing up again.

Central Park is a few blocks away but he’s glad he didn’t bring his bike. The weather was rather nice and the wind in his hair felt good.

He wanders around the park for a while, looking for the lake. He pauses at a board with a map of the park on it, assessing how far it was.

Once he's ascertained which path to go towards, he turns on his heel to go.

He fucking trips again.

“Are you serious?” he says furiously under his breath. “Cut it out.”

He’s half-convinced that he should tie it around his ankle like a sexy lace-up set of heels. He ties a triple knot this time, glares at it until he’s sure it’s fine and checks to see if anyone saw him humiliate himself.

Only a person on a nearby bench who looked like they were passed out drunk, given that their hoodie and sunglasses clad self was slumped over.

No witnesses. No 'You won't BELIEVE what the Winter Soldier did! Critics say it's his biggest blunder yet!' articles the next day on social media.

He manages to make it to the lake in one piece and no more falls, partly because he keeps his eyes fixed on his shoes to ensure no fuckery occurs.

There are a few people rowing and plenty of others lining the bank at scattered locations. There’s a mom and her kid at the place he ends up. She sends him a small smile in greeting and he returns the favour.

There’s a secluded bench that he takes a place on, letting out a small sigh. If he ignores the traffic and the skateboarders and the people in general, it’s actually kind of peaceful.

There are geese and their little goslings swimming around the water close to the shore. Maybe he should have brought some birdseed. Or kale.

The kid beside him is busy fashioning something out of leaves, only occasionally erupting into giggles when it doesn't pan out. His mom watches him fondly, pointing at twigs he could use. Everything seems kind of picture-perfect and his body automatically relaxes, easing further into the seat and closing his eyes for a second.

Until there's a large splash and loud distressed honking. He whips his head around to find the same kid staring straight ahead at the goose with a wide grin. His mother curses quietly, picking herself up off the ground and grabbing his hand, half chastising him for throwing something at an animal and half urging him to walk faster.

The goose turns to Bucky. With no one else to blame for the sudden attack, it logically launches itself at him. His smile drops.

He gets up in a rush. The dumb bird nearly comes for his head, but he deflects with his metal arm.

“I didn’t even do anything.” He swats at it swiftly, trying not to cause any real damage. The goose, understandably, does not speak English.

He flinches when one of them bites at his knee. He can punt it to the sun but he doesn’t want to.

“Stop that.” He sticks his hand out to shove the stupid thing away, retreating back to the road. “Jesus, why are you so aggressive?”

Among the barrage of feathers showering on him, he prays his damn shoelace doesn’t unravel as he shields his head with one arm, the other fending himself while he moves hurriedly away.

The goose honks angrily at him. He scowls at it, not exactly pleased with the reminder that these fucking overgrown ducks were constantly bloodthirsty.

It doesn’t leave him alone till he’s significantly away from where he was sitting. He wants to call it profanity but that’d probably piss it off more.

The box and its effects were definitely starting to feel real.

Fuck it, no more day out for him. The best plan he can think of is to just go to the diner he’s supposed to meet his date at.

The waiter greets him with a courteous nod, which Bucky can only imagine was the best he could muster when a dishevelled 200-pound man walks in covered in goose feathers and irritation.

He won't admit that he’s too scared to eat lunch at this point because he can’t rule out food poisoning. He spends the next two hours on his phone playing Fruit Ninja and plucking feathers that accented his all-black outfit.

Several glasses of water later and a second before he’s about to beat his high score, someone taps on his shoulder, breaking him out of his concentration.

Motherfu-

He clenches his eye shut, inhaling deeply before turning around.

“James?”

“Hey, yeah, that’s me.” Bucky almost falls over the table with how fast he stands up, clearly underestimating his size. “Leah?”

“Hi.” She smiles and he finds himself smiling nervously along with her.

“Hi.” He steps out to pull out her chair for her and she laughs. "Nice to meet you."

“How long have you been waiting here?” she asks while setting down her bag.

“Around ten minutes.” He clears his throat to hopefully hide the fact that he was lying through his teeth.

“Just give me a second, I need to tell my friend I reached,” Leah pulls out her phone and he nods.

“Another glass of water for you?” The waiter seems less enthusiastic about Bucky’s 8th refill.

“Yes,” he answers, hoping he doesn’t call him out on it, “please.”

“You must be really dehydrated."

Bucky turns to look at him slowly. “I like the taste.”

He can’t really blame the guy. Bucky’s been there for hours without ordering anything solid, just leaching off their free water and complimentary bread basket.

“So, James.” She tosses her phone back into her bag, leaning forward on her palms easily. “Tell me about yourself.”

He had rehearsed this a million times. He could do this.

“I, uh,-”

“Menu?” Okay, so someone clearly had a vendetta against him.

“Thank you.” She takes it with a smile.

His morning debacle with the coffee flashes through his mind. Suddenly the idea of a diner didn’t seem so smart.

However, she’s already placed her order and George is standing beside him expectantly, daring him to ask for another glass of water, so he places his usual order and hopes that your stupid bad luck thing wore off.

He quickly learns that his date is laid back, and it isn’t hard to fall into a rhythm with her even though she’s the one asking most of the questions.

“How’d you meet Nat?” Is his attempt at one.

“She used to come in for lunch every week at the place I work.” Leah leans back in her chair. “She can really handle her alcohol.”

He’d be worried about Nat day drinking if he didn’t know about her complete inability to get drunk. She might as well have been downing glasses of lemonade.

“Yeah, she’s-” Intimidating, scary, cool “-really something.”

“She mentioned that you like movies.”  He definitely spends a lot of time watching them. “You got any recommendations?”

It’s easier to figure out how different things are or how much he missed out over the years through them. He’s glad he sat out the early 2000s, judging by their fashion sense and hairstyles.

He's watched several movies over the past few months, a few of them critically acclaimed and others who were just there for the cult following.

But now everything goes blank and the only thing that he can remember are the biopics made about Steve that were somehow hilarious for gifting him the mental image of Freddie Prinze Jr. dressed in the stars and stripes, and highly distressing for the number of historical inaccuracies. Contrary to popular belief, Stevie did not, in fact, consider running for president after he took up the shield, nor did he start his own bar chain.

He can’t name Oh Captain, My Captain starring Channing Tatum as his favourite movie on his first date and hope to make a good first impression.

“Despicable Me was kinda fun.” He wants to kill himself. “I mean, it’s the last one I saw.”

Her face twists in mild disgust, but he can tell it isn't ill-intentioned. “It's a good movie, but God, that just gave me some intense flashbacks to my aunt’s Facebook page. Don’t think I can look at a minion ever again.”

He sniggers with her. He doesn’t know what the context is.

He’s a little awkward, and he can definitely tell he isn’t the most open book but she laughs at some of his attempts at jokes. There’s a distinct discomfort he has lingering at the back of his mind prodding at him, telling him over and over again that he isn’t ready for something like this. A warning bell, asking him to leave as soon as possible because he was in a dangerous situation.

He remembers what his therapist told him about breathing and remembering that the resources he had available were greater than his anxiety and he tries to get out of his head. It takes a few minutes of acting like he's fine but he manages to do it.

Other than the one time he scalds his tongue on the coffee but played it off with a pained smile, shoving down thoughts of your stupid invention, things actually went okay.

It was nice, even though they decided by the end that it was better if they both gelled together better as friends. It lifts the strange fear he feels and he can hear Dr. Mendoza say she's proud of him for taking this step before spending three hours psychoanalysing why they decided to stay platonic.

Bucky promises to visit her sushi shop with Nat soon and she says a bottle of sake awaits him for a drinking game. He doesn’t have the heart to tell her that Nat and he share the same tolerance for alcohol.

He makes sure to leave George a tip. A big one. It’s the first time he sees the guy smile the entire evening.

He’s waving goodbye to Leah outside and he thinks that maybe it was a good end to the day and that things actually turned out fine.

Until he turns around to leave, only to have someone walk straight into him with an iced tea.

The cold comes as a bit of a shock, making him jump slightly. He stares at his shirt, using his fingertips to pull it away from his body.

The person melts into a series of apologies immediately, offering to dry clean his shirt but Bucky just forces a shake of his head and says it’s okay even though he can feel the sugar making the shirt stick to his chest. Goose feathers and iced tea. Was there anything else that would like to attach itself to him?

His fists clench and his teeth grit and he has to physically control himself from sprinting to your lair because God knows what else is in store for him and he didn't want to add in any way.

The door to the lair is locked. Fuckin’ brilliant.

When no one answers after minutes worth of waiting, he fishes for his phone and realises that maybe two hours of Fruit Ninja was not the best idea, especially on a phone known for having shitty battery life.

There’s roughly 2 percent left. By the time he opens his app to give you a call, his phone screen goes black.

He groans. He’s desperate at this point and under any other normal circumstances, he would have never, ever considered doing this.

But ten minutes later he’s outside your apartment building. You’re aware that he has your address; no doubt that it was in the SHIELD file he had gotten, and he knows that you know but it was still weird.

The buzzer has your last name listed next to it. He’s sure that he’ll break it if he keeps pressing it at this rate but he really needs you to let him in.

“Who the fu-” your voice comes through the intercom.

“I’m sorry for showing up like this, my phone died and I couldn’t reach you,” He breathes out as soon as he hears you. “But I need you to fix this.”

When he doesn’t hear a reply, he wonders if the thing actually worked. He’s about to start pressing it again-

“Bucky?” You sound a little surprised to hear him. “You’re at my house. Why are you at my house?”

“I need you to fix whatever this is.”

“What are you- fine, I’m buzzing you in,” your voice, initially confused soon trails off into something more dismissive.

There’s a soft click from the door, allowing him to push it open. The elevator is already on the same floor as him so he just uses that.

The elevator goes up a floor or two. His feet tap restlessly against the carpeted floor.

The lights turn off and everything comes to a standstill. His foot stops tapping.

He should have known. He should have fucking known.

Thirty seconds pass. He’s still in pitch darkness with the elevator showing no signs of moving.

In fact, he’s resigned to his fate. He sits down on the ground, only one step away from completely laying down and hoping someone finds his body here someday.

It’s six minutes of plain silence. He might as well get comfortable if he’s going to get stuck here for the rest of his life. Did he change his will? Does he even have a will?

There’s finally a whir. He thinks that maybe he’s going to plummet to his doom as the perfect end to this day, but then the light switches on and it starts moving upward.

It stops at the floor with a ding. He doesn’t get off the ground, only eyes the door wearily. With his luck, it wouldn’t open.

But it does and within a second he’s on his feet, scrambling to get out before it changes its mind.

He remembers your door number, basically charging down the hall to get to it.

The door is white and the paint is starting to chip off it. The handle itself is dented in a few places and he wonders if it was your fault or someone else's.

His knocks are rapid, agitated even. He doesn’t stop until he hears your loud shouts telling him to cut it out.

“What the hell were you doing, trying to break down my door?” It swings open, revealing you in your pajamas. “Haven’t you done that already? And where were you, I’ve been waiting for like, ten minutes.”

He honestly feels bad for showing up uninvited and highly flustered. He can’t imagine it’s a pretty sight either. "This bad luck shit- fix it. My whole day’s been fucked up.”

“What are you-” Your eyebrows knit together in confusion, taking in his appearance.

It takes you a second to realise what he’s talking about but when you do, your face settles.

“How was your date?” You lean against the door frame, arms crossed over your chest.

“Really,” He glowered at you, “that’s what you care about?”

“Yes.” You nod. “Did you have fun?”

He hesitates. “I guess?”

“Was she nice?”

“Yeah.” Where was this going.

“Good, I’m happy for you.” The smile on your face is genuine. “Look at you go, Casanova.”

“We agreed to be just friends, but that’s not the point here. Y/N,” he whines. “I have a mission next week, I can’t afford to fuck up. My whole day was off and I don’t want it to carry over.”

“Your whole day?” you questioned, standing up instead of leaning against the wall. “Buck-”

“Just fix it.”

“Okay.” You lift your hand up, extending it towards his face.

He waits for you to do something.

You flick him on the forehead.

“There,” you declare, going back to your previous position. “you’re cured.”

What.

He says exactly what he’s thinking.

You laugh. “Dude. I was fucking with you.”

Huh?

“Well, actually maybe just like, three things and then I got bored.”

He’s confused.

“You know,” you begin when he doesn’t reply, “taking the sugar packets, switching your coffee order when you were looking under the table, took your place when you left, the shoelaces.”

“The shoelaces?”

“Yeah.” You nod. “That’s the other ray gun you saw this morning. Unties your shoelaces. I stopped after that because I thought you figured it out.”

His face scrunches in puzzlement.

“I mean, you looked right at me and told me to cut it out.”

He racks his brain about what you could possibly be talking about before it hits him. The hungover person on the goddamn bench in the park.

“You were the one in the hoodie and sunglasses.”

“I just followed the Avengers’ code of disguise.” You shrug. “Turns out it kinda works. Also teleportation. So helpful.”

He forgot about the teleportation. That's why you could do all of it so fast without him noticing you were even there.

“What about the fucking geese?”

You pause for a second. “The geese?”

“And the elevator.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” The confusion on your face is apparent. “What geese and elevator? I have no idea what you’re saying right now.”

“Everything’s been a mess today,” he grumbles. “I don’t know what’s real or not.”

“I swear I had nothing to do with it other than what I mentioned.” There’s indignation on your features that quickly gives way to delight. “Holy shit, did I just accidentally invent portable bad luck?”

“Okay-” his palm finds its way to his forehead in exasperation, “-then what the hell was the smell?”

“What smell- oh, the one from the box?”

He nods briskly.

“Secretions Magnifique.” You snorted. “It’s a perfume. The worst rated one I could find.”

“Perfume?”

“With notes of milk, seaweed and sandalwood.”

“It wasn’t an inator?”

“No, it wasn- did you get vibe checked by a goose at the park?” You stifle a laugh when you notice a stray feather on his thigh.

“What does that even mean?” he asks in despair.

“I can see why it attacked you. You got bad juju.” You raise an eyebrow. “Maybe if you stop staring so much-”

“So I just have shit luck.” Is that a fucking relief or even worse?

“Well,” you begin but decide not to continue.

Even with all the irritability masking it, you could see that he genuinely was just not having a good time.

“Wait here a second.”

You leave him at the door. He shifts his balance and sighs, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. He still had to walk back to the Tower. Maybe he could grab a slice of pizza along the way since he skipped lunch.

“Okay, here.” You return with a large glass of water. He only looks at it. “It’s just water, I promise. You look like you ran a marathon."

He takes it from you sceptically, pushing away the urge to sniff at it. It’s gone within a few gulps.

You wait until he’s finished to point at his arm. He draws his eyebrows together, but you only curl your index finger and beckon for him to give you his hand.

He reluctantly extends it towards you.

“Don’t laugh,” you warn him, taking his metal arm. “This usually helps me.”

You tie a small bracelet around his wrist. It has a few beads, which he realises represent the colours of the solar system.

“Keep that for good luck.” You pat it gently after securing it. “I think you just had a bad day; those don’t last very long. Do you want to charge your phone before you leave?”

“Uh-” The bracelet’s pretty, the colours shine against the dark vibranium. “-no, I’m good. I’ll just leave.”

“Okay. Anything else I can help you with or will you be fine?”

He narrows his eyes. “You’re being suspiciously nice.”

“I’m not evil all the time.” You huff. “My hours are in the morning.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.”

“Okay,” he says again. “I’m gonna go then.”

“See you next week.” You give him a little wave. “I’d say break a leg on your mission but knowing your situation...”

He scoffs. “Thanks.”

You make a move to close the door when starts walking down the hallway towards the exit.

He adjusts the beads slightly so he can see them better. The Earth one has glitter in it. He thinks it’s cute.

“Bucky.”

He turns around.

There’s a hint of a smile on your face.

“Take the stairs.”

He doesn’t have to be told twice.

Next part

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[enhyupn]

⧉ enhypen as your classmate that has a crush on you! ᝢ ∷

pairings: ot7 enhypen members x gn!reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of violence in jay’s one

genre: pure fluff + high school!au

a/n this also. Was in my drafts 💭 i was contemplating if i should post this or not but here i am 😫 i Post too much sorry everyone iJust have no life outside of school 🙋‍♀️🙋‍♀️

⌗ heeseung

heeseung is definitely the type of person that tries to talk to the person he sits beside all the time

he nudges you all the time and whispers your name whenever he wants your attention

and the fact he had a huge crush on you also added to it

enhypen always have to listen to him since he never ever stops talking about you. like ever.

“oh my god you will never know what y/n told me when i—” and suddenly he’s cut off by the rest of them yelling “we know!”

you never snap at him because you kinda... enjoy the attention

maybe thats how you knew you kinda liked him too, since you could never let sunoo get away with this if he ever called for your name in class

your relationship only stopped there for a while, since the two of you lowkey scared of each other

“no i feel like y/n’s gonna snap at you one day, like completely just punch you in the face” jay once told him and ever since, he’s never looked at you the same

you think heeseung’s just intimidating, the amount of times you’ve jumped in your seat whenever he’s called your name is numerous

although, one day you fell asleep in class due to the fact you left your english essay last minute the night before

heeseung, noticing you drooling on the table, wrote down the notes for you

he handed them to you after class and you were so touched that you couldn’t stop telling sunoo about it

“his hand writing’s so neat and—” “i get it, you can shut up now!”

you even told heeseung his hand writing was the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen for a week straight

he was happy of course, but honestly unsure how he was supposed to reply to the compliment

he figured out by himself that all he needed to do was ask you if you wanted him to write your name

“heeseung, i mean it! i can’t get over how you write ‘the’, it’s just so— so neat!” “oh really? let me write your name out”

being the smooth guy that he was, wrote down his number instead of your name

and you being the oblivious person you were, ended up being utterly confused

“heeseung i think—” “I WROTE MY NUMBER ON PURPOSE”

you never really got over the shock, nonetheless still took his number and texted him that night

you ended that night by kicking your feet in the air with your face feeling like it was on fire

oh, you also ended up planning a date with heeseung on saturday, not a big deal

it was actually the biggest deal ever

the rest of the head canons are under the cut!

⌗ jay

jay was 100% the type to tease someone when he had a crush to get their attention

he wanted all your attention and the way he got that was through telling you your portrait of a dog looked stupid

well yeah, it did but he didn’t need to point it out

everyone in your art class knew jay had a raging crush on you

he just didn’t know how to express it

his friend jake told him the way into your heart was talking about a mutual interest

jake was, sort of, right about his advice. well, until you and jay started bickering about a character you loved but he oh so hated

“mabel in gravity falls was annoying and weird” “jay if you say that one more time i will shove this paint brush down your throat”

jake, who was trying to play cupid, could not understand why he was so bad at this

i mean jay had no problem getting girls to like him but you? did you genuinely hate jay or something?

“no jake i don’t hate jay” well that answered his question

“he’s just weird” “weird? i’m weird?” “yeah do i need to repeat it again? park jay is weird” you two were a match made in heaven

jay didn’t know when but he had a revelation, maybe this wasn’t the approach he should take to get your attention

after that, he started to be extremely nice to you

it definitely scared you

“d-did i do anything?” “what no? i’m just saying your painting looks beautiful y/n” “oh no something’s definitely going to happen”

he was finally tired of trying so hard while ending up with nothing achieved

jake, being the one out of the two who had the most realistic ideas, decided to give him one more tip

“do you think it’ll work?” “it’s fool proof”

the tip was simply him asking you out to the movies, something that was a little too forward for jay

“no i don’t think it’ll work jake” “jay i swear to god you are going to end up single For the Rest of your Life”

it took... many attempts... and many insults towards you for him to even get the first line out

“Y/NPLEASEGOTOTHEMOVIESWITHME” “the movies? sure” “wait, really? i meant it in a romantic way by the way” “oh? sure i’m free on friday”

turns out you were into him too i mean it was kinda obvious from the way you dealt with those insults

even when you started dating after that date, the insults never stopped

it just now targeted jake, who really is just asking for it at this point from the amount of times he’s asked for credit for ‘getting both of you together’

he was never getting that credit

⌗ jake

jake would leave secret love letters in your locker every time he walked past it

i mean the action wasn’t as secret as he thought it was due to the fact you knew he was the one leaving those letters

for god’s sake the boy was literally in almost all your classes, you were walking the same way as him when he slipped those letters in???

you still were very grateful for them

without them, i think you would of not coped with school

they were all incredibly detailed and even had little doodles drawn around them

you once had remembered he mentioned that he wrote these in the morning before school started during first period

he also told you he was really really shy you found it incredibly cute

the only way he could speak to you without melting was through these letters

somehow you decided that the best thing to do was put replies in his lockers too

his first reaction was complete embarrassment, the fact you knew who he was had his face heating up like nothing else

but he soon realised you didn’t think it was weird or creepy, you actually looked forward to his letters every school day

he mustered up so much courage after that to talk to you in person, to personally thank you

“THANK YOU Y/N!” “NO IT’S FINE JAKE YOU DON’T HAVE TO BOW”

he sheepishly rubs the back of his neck before pulling something out from his back pocket

the final letter in his series of love letters showing up in his hands

“open it” his shy smile making your brain Melt in endearment

the letter contained the usual, the hello y/n! and the usual chatter about his day

what you didn’t expect was the fact he had asked you out at the bottom of the letter

“y/n i’ve liked you for a while now, will you go out with me?” you read out loud before realising what you had just read. “OH MY GOD YOU ASKED ME OUT?”

you pull him into a tight hug, something that jake heated up at

“is this a yes?” “are you seriously asking that right now? of course we are”

you two became the most sickly sweet couple ever

plus the fact you still placed letters in each other’s lockers made enhypen gag (in an affectionate way)

they were just jealous nobody was putting letters in their lockers

⌗ sunghoon

sunghoon always seemed to be there whenever you needed help

especially since you two helped out at the library together every wednesday

he looked forward to it every week, you could tell from the fact ever tuesday he’d remind his friends that the next day he was seeing you again

“tomorrow’s wednesday you know what that means” “yes sunghoon we know, you’re seeing y/n tomorrow”

whenever he’s finished his work (which he does at an incredibly fast pace) he always seems to end up trailing you

constantly asking if you need help, desperate to do something

you find it endearing, always ending up chuckling at his whiney words

“y/n! do you need any help i’m finished” “not at the moment but if you wanna chat i can!”

out of all the enhypen members i feel like sunghoon would have the softest feelings for his crush

like even outside of your assigned library work, he’d constantly check up on you during lunch

“here y/n! it’s a packet of those gummies you like” “how sweet that you remembered! thanks for them”

you, even with sunghoon’s constant affection, couldn’t realise he had a crush on you

you thought that he was like that with everyone, you didn’t think that you were particularly special to get any type of unique treatment from park sunghoon

it wasn’t until your classmate asked you if you and sunghoon were dating

“hey are you and sunghoon dating?” “ummmm no why” “oh my friend wanted to know, they like him that’s why”

that didn’t sit well with you.

you thought long and hard about it but there was literally no reason for you to be bothered about it

i mean? you didn’t like him like that right

wrong

you decided to ask his dearest friend heeseung for help

“heeseung what do i do why do i feel like this” “i don’t know ask sunghoon” “...you aren’t helping”

heeseung being the big blabber mouth he is, told sunghoon all of this

“y/n won’t shut up about you” “really? you’re telling me the truth right? please don’t lie to me”

from many many uplifting comments from his friends, sunghoon was able to talk to you without mentioning the library

“so... what did you do in art class today?” “oh? i don’t do art” i mean at least he tried

after a few attempts he finally hit the nail on the head, securing his place as one of your friend... not the position he was aiming for but at least it was something

that’s when he prepared himself for the final boss (that’s what heeseung called the plan)

interrupting the conversation you both had on what disney show was the best, he popped the big question

“no but mulan was pretty good too also do you wanna go on a date with me” “oh sure! that was really random though”

i mean his timing was incredibly terrible but you were over the moon

even with the calm messages the both of you had sent, the two of you were screaming at your screen, unable to contain any composure

i mean it’s sunghoon... even if he handed you a piece of trash to as his way of asking you out you’d still say yes

⌗ sunoo

no but sunoo definitely asks your friend what your favourite song is and puts it on his story so you can slide up and be like “omg!! i love this song”

OH he also texts you randomly at 11:11 and 22:22 so you think it’s a sign

he so so so desperately wants your attention all the time

he goes up to you at lunch even when you’re with all your friends and makes conversation with you making you forget all about your friends

he sits in front of you in maths! so he knows how bad you are at the subject, he can hear your muttering about how you got a question wrong every morning but don’t Worry! he finds it adorable for some reason

at first he started to pretend he wouldn’t understand a question so he could find a way to talk to you

“hey y/n! what’s six times five again” “are you serious?”

he’s actually kinda good at maths so you’re always confused on how he doesn’t understand basic multiplication but can get 90% on the algebra test

he loves, and i mean loves, talking to you during class

even if the teacher scolds him he doesn’t care, it’s simply the highlight of his day

he gets so pouty and jealous when you excuse him in the middle of a conversation to talk to someone else

he gets jealous especially whenever you talk to his friends instead of him

“hey ni-ki! what did you get for number five?” “oh i got—” “I GOT TWELVE FOR THAT ONE Y/N!”

you kinda adore it not gonna lie

at one point your teacher got incredibly fed up with you two talking class

so! sunoo resorted to passing notes to you

‘y/n did you hear? oh my god, jihan from the maths class beside us told me that yeojin from the year above us got suspended because she started fighting the teacher over her phone. can you believe that? i mean i would of done the same thing’

it was quite clear sunoo talked a lot even through notes too

i mean as if you didn’t reply with the same energy

‘I HEARD THAT TOO!! gowon from her class told me, plus! intak said he saw the whole thing too... omg honestly i think yeojin’s so cool for doing that. maybe i should fight our maths teacher if they try and yell at us for talking again?’

they were one of the many things sunoo loves you for <3

one day ni-ki, being the number one shipper of you two, decides to play Cupid on the two of you

he drew out a note that looked too similarly to a middle school confession text and placed it on sunoo’s desk

“do you like me y/n... tick one. yes. no.” “do you like it?” “what the fuck is this”

i mean sunoo Took it anyways, he knew you’d find it funny too

as usual, you prepared yourself for a long class of sliding notes to each other

you looked forward to it, you found it as a source of entertainment and you liked talking to sunoo anyways

“pssst, y/n!” “thanks— wait did you give me the right one?”

after many whisper shouts and glares from your teacher, he finally convinced you that they were the real deal

obviously. You chose yes

that’s how you landed a date with sunoo to a picnic at han river

sunoo and you were. Kinda.... thankful for ni-ki

you two just never wanted to admit his stupid cupid-ry worked

⌗ jungwon

definitely the type to ask you “what homework did we get?” so he can start a conversation with you

replies to your private story with like “omg that’s so funny” or like “PLSSSSS me too”

you do exactly the same with his ps honestly

he always talks to you before class and you have heated discussions about the homework the night before

YOU ALWAYS ALWAYS end up sitting beside him in every class you have together

like it’s not even on purpose anymore (it’s actually fate)

always lends you pens and pencils when you forget them

he also never Asks for them back so you Have like a stash of them at home beside your bed because you always forget to give them back to him

you and jungwon are the kids in pe class that walk around the track gossiping

“jake told me that half of the soccer team aren’t getting along these days because they all like the same person” “no way really? what about their team work, isn’t there some sort of huge match next week?”

the gossip only stays between you two but only ever during pe

you two talk about more, interesting things outside of pe

since you two are in basically every class together, you walk with him everywhere

once when you were about to trip over, jungwon caught you and when you realised you were in his arms, you just blankly stared at him for a good five seconds

once you got off of him your face started to heat up so fast jungwon’s too

every time you have homework due and you didn’t do it he lends you his word

“y/n take this! it’s the french homework from last class” “thanks so much jungwon!”

the real story starts with when you and him were practicing speaking french in the library

you, being terrible at french, needed some sort of help with this

jungwon decided that, even though he completely sucks at french, he should tutor you!

and there you were, ten reasons why i hate you style, in the library struggling on how to pronounce beaucoup

“bow-cewp” “good job y/n!” “jungwon i know for a fact that you don’t know if i’m saying this right”

you stuck up with it because, well because he’s jungwon

“je t'aime you”

i mean you were Terrible. at french but even the stupidest person in the world could figure that out

“i like you too jungwon, now help me with question six” “YOU COULD UNDERSTAND THAT?” “i had a paris phase when i was younger of course i did”

turns out the Parisian style bakery across the street is the perfect date on an afternoon after school

what was even more perfect was that you got 85% on your test with the help of your boyfriend

⌗ ni-ki

he was your partner in cookery class, the both of you had no cooking skills in your bones but you still made it work

you were in the class since your family constantly nagged at you for being terrible in the kitchen

while ni-ki enrolled because he needed the something to show his friends after school

ni-ki thinks he fell for you at first sight

you were baking cookies as your first task and you basically saved him by reminding him to put on oven gloves before getting the cookies out

“that’s the bare minimum” jay tells him. “i don’t care... you wouldn’t know what love feels like”

he looks forward to cooking class because if you every week

he even has it scheduled on his calendar

honestly it’s kind of a miracle the food you two make is some sort of eatable

he always asks you for help even if it’s the simplest thing ever

“y/n? which one is a cup?” “the one that literally says one cup?”

you don’t care though since you think it’s cute

you always end up doing most of the cooking and chopping whil ni-ki just washes the dishes and watches the pot boil which eagerly waits for the food to finish

you’ve met all of enhypen before since ni-ki likes them to gather around your creations and take pictures of them together

when enhypen first collected him from cookery class, they asked him which one of your classmates were you

he literally shyly pointed at you as he hid his face with his hair

“them” “huh? ni-ki who are you pointing at” “them, beside the fridge”

your final exam was to decorate and bake a cake

it’s safe to say from the many burnt cakes you and ni-ki have done, you two were in trouble

you both wanted that passing grade so you practiced almost everyday after classes the week before

he was in charge of the icing, apparently according to him it was his specialty

“look y/n!” “how cute! a little unreadable but very cute”

finally. the Day of the exam came

you both had to prepare and bake the cake together under two hours

you were lucky that you both weighed the ingredients before you arrived

it was definitely. The most stressful two hours you two had ever felt

it also didn’t help that ni-ki shooed you away when he was icing the cake

by the end of it, your face was Dusted with flour while ni-ki’s apron had butter and frosting stains all over it

you were instructed by ni-ki and even your teacher, to stand where the fridge was, out of your sight to see what he was doing to the cake

you were hazily scrolling through your phone when jungwon snapped you back into reality

turns out jungwon was outside the room the whole exam because ni-ki told him he needed support and having him there comforted him

almost instantly after your jungwon interaction, ni-ki called you from your table, excitedly waving his arms in the air

“y/n! y/n! i’m finished!” “perfect! let me—”

your eyes widened realising his cake didn’t say anything like ‘happy birthday’ like you two had planned

instead the icing spelt out a prettily written out ‘y/n, will you go on a date with me?’

your eyes seemed to water at the gesture, unsure why you got so emotional at icing

“n-ni-ki... that’s so c-cute” “why are you crying? oh my god you hate me don’t you?”

it took you ten minutes to stop sobbing (happy tears) and you gladly accepted his proposal

so now you got a Good grade and an amazing boyfriend that can... sort of! Cook

while eating the cake you were reminded with something, remembering some words from earlier

wait did mr lee know about this?

#enhypen scenarios #enhypen imagines #enhypen fluff #enhypen timestamps #enhypen drabbles #enhypen x reader #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop x reader

[lokislastlove]

Best Laid Plans (Fluffy Bucky x Reader) p3

Summary: Bucky is determined to woo you properly, no matter how rusty he is at dating these days.

Warnings: Some smut at the end, oral (fr), Bucky has bad luck, but we love him anyway. 18+ only please.

This is my first attempt at Fluff, it is not my strength, to say the least, so by all means ignore this. @saiyanprincessswanie I wrote this for you, I hope you like it and with any luck maybe it brings a tiny smile to your face when you need it. 💕 Also remember this is fiction, I know Bucky’s arm is fancy as hell and has no flaws.

Chapter 3 -

🌹 The Third Date 🌹

The office is abuzz with rumors of your new romance. For obvious reasons Pepper never shuns coworkers dating, but does caution that she expects everyone to remain professional regardless of the outcome. Bucky is one of the most sought after bachelors in the building so naturally people notice when he fixes his attention on you. For the two days following your fruit-filled frolic in the hills Bucky is constantly around. He brings you coffee, flowers by the dozen every day, saves you a seat during the meetings, cooks you lunch and even brings Kal in to see you.

“Okay, I can’t wait any longer. You willing to give me that second chance, tomorrow?” Bucky bursts into your office an hour before you leave Friday evening.

You gasp as the door slams against the wall and he cringes, “uh, sure. I’m free tomorrow. Should I just go ahead and wear my yoga pants?”

“Ha ha. Very funny. And no. I let Steve pick the date idea this time. Just don’t wear anything that you don’t want getting a little dirty,” he winks.

You let out a sigh, “wouldn’t it be easier to just tell me what we’re doing?”

“That’s no fun, Angel.”

——

The next morning you wake up to a text from Bucky, just like you have every morning since your first date.

Good Morning, Beautiful! Can’t wait to see you today. I’ll pick you up at 11am. 😀

Bucky has managed to make waking up a highlight of your day, something you never thought possible. Plus you got him to start using emojis, which Steve claims he will never forgive you for.

You choose some dark wash jeans and a V-neck t-shirt with a jacket and boots. Stylish but casual, you feel good, excited to find out what adventure Bucky will be dragging you into this time.

Your phone dings as you race out the front door and gulp when you see the bike again. God he looks good with it though, his light brown leather jacket highlights his olive skin and his dimpled smile has you swooning as you reach him. Determined to get a hang of this motorcycle thing you jump on back and cling to Bucky with a bit more confidence today.

Bucky reigns in his speed this time, and you find yourself enjoying the rush of the wind on your face and the warmth of him in your arms. To your shock Bucky leads you to a ceramic shop not far from Avengers tower, specifically for couples pottery class.

“Steve assures me that this is supposed to be fun and romantic,” Bucky says as you find yourself sitting next to him on a dirty stool with a spinning round table in front of you.

“Steve hasn’t been watching old romance movies again, has he?”

Bucky squints at you, “Actually, yeah but he said it had ghosts in it, and I got enough of those.”

You grab his hand and give it a squeeze before taking a deep breath, “Ok, let’s do this!”

It takes about a minute to realize what a terrible idea this is as Bucky curses under his breath and his arm starts making strange whirling noises.

“Oh shit, uh is clay good for your arm?” You ask, nodding at the way the plates of his metal arm seems to twitch and groan as the wet clay slide and congeal between them as they shift.

“Fuck,” Bucky curses as he shakes out his metal arm and you grimace at the worrisome noise it makes before it stops moving all together.

“Do you want to take it off?” you offer.

Bucky looks frustrated with a hint of panic as he sits there contemplating the best move. He still isn’t very comfortable going without his arm in public.

“Or we could just decide not to take Steve’s dating advice anymore and go back to the tower and get cleaned up?” You laugh and bump him with your elbow.

He scoffs out a laugh, “yeah. You know I used to be the one that was good at this stuff, I was the charming one who helped get Steve a date.”

“Oh is that so? Well I think you’re doing better than you think you are,” you smirk.

“Yeah?” He asks hopefully.

“Yeah, now come on Casanova,” you stand and wipe your hands on the towel nearby.

You can’t help but laugh as you follow him out the door, looking at the light gleam off the metal that isn’t covered in clay.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, it’s just… gonna be hard to convince me you’re not a complete mess after this one.”

——

You could tell Bucky’s confidence had taken a major hit, well three major hits to be honest. And while he constantly berated himself for everything that went wrong, you couldn’t help but love him even more with each blunder. And when he doesn’t insist you give him another shot after that disastrous pottery date, you seek out Steve’s advice.

“Do you think I should try to make a move? Ask him on a date maybe? Or is that insulting to … men from your era,” you finish awkwardly.

Steve laughs softly, “I think Bucky could use a sign that you aren’t willing to give up yet. You should give it a shot, as long as it’s what you want and not just out of pity.”

“Of course it’s not out of pity, you really think I’d do that?” you ask, trying not to get too offended.

“No, doll, of course I don’t. But that’s likely what he’s going to think.” He placates and gives you a knowing look before walking out of your office.

You push back your shoulders and pull out your phone to text Bucky.

Hey if you’re free tonight you should come over to my place. Maybe around 8pm? No dress code. 😘

🌹 The Fourth Date 🌹

Bucky arrives at 7:50pm that evening and you push the buzzer to let him in. You leave the door cracked for him and finish the final touches.

“Angel?” He calls as he knocks and you hear the door creak open. “Uh, hello?” His voice falters as he closes the door behind him and takes in the candles neatly arranged along a path of rose petals.

You hear him remove his heavy boots and call your name as he follows the path further into your apartment and closer to where you’re waiting for him. You shift nervously on your feet as you wait with baited breath for him to appear around the corner.

“Angel, what’s going..” His voice gets caught in his throat as he stands in your doorway and sees you waiting for him.

You’re wearing a simple nightgown, a silky robe and stockings. The thin straps and sleek material drape softly over your curves, enticing enough to make him pause but not overly revealing to be considered scandalous. You didn’t want to be too bold and scare him off too fast, or make yourself appear too desperate.

“Hi, Bucky,” you smile as you watch his pupils dilate and his chest strain against his shirt as his breathing gets heavier.

He clears his throat and his cheeks glow pink as his eyes flick up to meet yours, “uh hey, Angel. Am I dreaming?”

You laugh as you take a few steps toward him and he mirrors you, “I just thought that maybe I’d surprise you with a date, this time. If you’re up for it.”

“Well, I will admit that my interest is quite peaked already.” He jokes, his eyes roving down your body once more as he gently takes your hands and holds them out to get a better look at you.

You giggle and rolls your eyes, “Nothing crazy, just a simple movie date, and I have the perfect set up. Follow me.”

You pull him over to your bedroom window and climb out onto the fire escape, he follows closely, his curiosity climbing with each creaky step.

“You sure this is safe?” He asks as the stairs rattle under his weight.

“No,” you say simply as you reach the top, “but it’s worth it.”

Bucky’s eyes widen as he takes in the rooftop space that you’ve meticulously decorated for him. Strings of lights hang on the low rooftop walls. A large air mattress is tucked between the pipes and vents, facing a large projector screen. You made sure to add mountains of fluffy pillows and soft blankets to keep you cozy under the stars.

“This is amazing,” he mutters as he eyes the plate of snacks and bottle of wine waiting on the bed.

“I know, isn’t the view amazing? I’ve always loved it up here, but I didn’t know it had this much potential until now,” you remark as you look out onto the glimmering view of the city skyline.

Bucky’s fingers slip between yours and curl sweetly as he guides you over to the soft bed. He flops down and settles in before opening his arm for you to join him. You grab the remote and the wine and curl up next to him. Drawing up your legs and letting them rest against his muscular thigh.

“I don’t deserve all this,” he utters sadly as he watches you pour the wine.

“Steve said you’d say something stupid like that,” you laugh as he looks stunned for a moment. “So let me just settle this right now.” You take deep breath and let it out with a quiet huff.

“I have been the happiest I’ve ever been since you asked me out on that first date. I look forward to waking up every morning knowing I’ll get to see you and possibly, maybe, do more than just ogle you from afar. Oh don’t look at me like that!” You laugh and smack Bucky’s shoulder when he smirks at you and wiggles his brow.

“I know you think you blew it after our first three dates but all I remember is seeing a passionate man willing to chase down a dog through the mud, even if it meant embarrassing himself. I remember you saving me from a potentially fatal injury, and I remember a man so desperate to impress me that he took advice from Steve Rogers,” you bite your lip as you watch Bucky choke out a laugh at your jab at his best friend.

“You may think all of these moments are flaws, but honestly I wouldn’t want to change a single thing. So let’s just –” Your speech is cut off when Bucky’s hands are suddenly on the side of your face and pull you in for a blazing kiss.

It’s as though you’ve unlocked something in him as he devours you, his tongue trailing across your lip and delving into your mouth when you open for him. You moan as his hands slip down to your neck, his thumbs pressing ever so slightly on your pressure points before he pulls away just enough to kiss and nibble along your jaw. The pleasure and passion is dizzying and you feel your body bend to his will. Your hands grasp at his shirt as he nuzzles and sucks along your neck now, making his way to your clavicle.

The feather pillow braces your head as Bucky lays you down and hovers above you, his body heat warming you as the cool night breeze tickles over each spot he kisses.

“God, Angel, you have no idea how badly I want you right now. How badly I’ve wanted you for so long.” He groans against your chest, dragging his nose over the thin material between your breasts.

“Me too,” you breathe.

You push at the lapel of his jacket, trying to urge him to take it off. He sits up, fixing his eyes on you as he slowly strips off his coat and tosses it away, followed by his shirt immediately after. Your breath hitches as you let your fingers lightly glide down his stomach, feeling every ripple of firm muscle under his heated skin.

“Wow, the girls at work would be so jealous right now,” you kid.

“I’m almost offended that you think this is my best feature,” he scoffs gesturing to his stomach, his eyes glinting mischievously.

“By all means, show me more. I did come up here for a show after all,” you tease, tilting your head and biting your lip as you eye the growing bulge in his pants.

“Oh, I think I know how to keep you entertained,” he smirks and lowers himself over you, his hot breath leaving goosebumps on your skin as he dips lower down your body.

You look down as he pauses over your quivering center and lifts the hem of your dress up to reveal your lace panties. He growls lowly and hooks his finger under them, pulling them quickly to the side. You twitch as he blows lightly over your lips, the cool air hitting the slick arousal already pooling between your thighs. He chuckles as you grip the blankets tightly and he pushes his long thick tongue between your folds, circling your bud at the top. You let out a long moan as his fervor increases, the feeling of his rough tongue dipping into your dripping hole and then back up to flick over your clit is driving you closer and closer to the edge.

After the past two weeks of the most intense sexual tension you’ve ever experienced it doesn’t take much for him to have you squirming under his touch. Your toes curl and a broken scream echoes over the rooftops as you come on his hungry lips.

“You’re so beautiful,” he coos as your eyes flutter open and see him hovering over your face once more.

Your jaw slackens, pupils blown as you take in his debauched state, his tousled hair, lips and beard glistening with your come. You reach up and pull him down to you, tasting yourself on his tongue. You feel his metal arm fumble with his jeans between you as he pulls out his aching cock. Your eyes flick down in curiosity and you can’t help but gasp as you gaze at his veiny, thick length.

“You see how hard you make me?” He moans, fisting the base of his leaking cock.

You bite your lip, feeling an overwhelming desire to let him use you in any way he wants. Your body arching into him and your hips rolling desperately. Your submissive side blooming under his dominant tone.

You whimper and meet his eye, “fuck me, Bucky. Please.”

Your voice is soft and timid, nothing like the typical commanding confidence you have in your daily life, and it sends a thrill through Bucky. He latches onto your thighs and pushes them up toward your chest, exposing your cunt to him and he guides himself inside, moaning freely as your walls stretch to fit him.

“I’m never letting you go. My perfect, Angel.”

#Bucky Barnes x reader #fluffy bucky #fluffy bucky x reader #fluffy fic #smut #Bucky Barnes

[collecting-stories]

Book Club - 90s!Luke Patterson

Summary: Reggie books a gig at a suburban mom’s book club and Luke takes full advantage of the situation to flirt with you. 

A/N: I’m literally writing two other Luke fics right now 😭😭

Julie and the Phantoms Masterlist

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The third Thursday of every month belonged to your mother. It was her day, when she demanded not to be bothered, when she spent hours out of the house socializing with the women’s group that she belonged to. And, out of all those Thursdays, there were always the very special few when it wasn’t her leaving the house but everyone else. The group rotated their meeting time, everyone for a blue moon meeting at your house, meaning, of course that you were expected to stay out. Staying out was not a difficult thing to do, in fact you relished the opportunity to spend a few more hours with your friends. 

It was one of those Thursdays, when all the ladies that your mother loved to lunch with were spending the afternoon at your house and you were making yourself scarce, that arguably the weirdest but maybe best thing happened. Your mom had told you before you left for school that morning that she expected you to stay out, and you would have, if you had remembered your wallet. But you’d left it in your room, on the edge of the vanity, and you didn’t want to be the one owing money when your friends went to lunch. A quick stop home should’ve been easy, the stairs were right off the kitchen and the side door was right there, giving you the opportunity to shoot upstairs and grab your wallet without her being the wiser to it. 

The whole thing would’ve gone off without a hitch except that when you walked through the side door and into the kitchen you came face to face with four boys from your school. You recognized them more for the fact that you didn’t hang out in the same circle; most of your friends held a certain level of contempt for the four guys that made up Sunset Curve. You didn’t necessarily dislike any of them, you didn’t necessarily even know them, though you would be lying if you said that the lead singer, who occasionally sat in front of you in math, was seriously making you rethink a deep dive into all this rock music. Luke, Reggie, Alex, and Bobby were standing in your kitchen. They were the Green Day/Nirvana worshipping, head banging rockers that ditched school regularly and got into worlds of trouble and they were standing in your kitchen.  

Bobby was the only one who looked up from snacking on leftover hors d’oeurves, saying your name in surprise as the other three all stopped to look at you too. Alex gave an awkward little wave as he set down the small sandwich he was eating.  

“Uh...what are you guys doing in my house,” you asked, looking between the four of them.  

“Your mom tapped us to perform for her ladies club.” Luke explained, dropping his food on the plate and wiping his hands against his black pants.  

Your mom had invited these four to sing for her conservative ladies’ group? You tried not to but you couldn’t help the smile that crossed your face when you thought about it. Whatever your friends said about the guys, you weren’t ashamed to say you had taken one of the free demos that Reggie handed out and had been listening to it on repeat for a while now. “My mom wanted you guys to play a gig for her and her friends?” You clarified.

“Until we started playing,” Reggie replied, and you couldn’t help laughing.

“I bet...you guys aren’t exactly...suburban mom rock.” You joked, “though I totally would’ve loved to see their faces when you guys started singing.”  

The grin on Luke’s face was unmistakable though you missed it as you nabbed one of the sandwiches on the plate near Alex. It was probably some really stupid cliche, him liking one of the popular girls. Cute, cheerleader, future prom queen. You hung out with people who listened to Britney Spears and Spice Girls, any knowledge of the rock scene they might’ve actually had was only for the sake of making dumb jabs at him or his friends. Still, Luke had a massive crush on you and he wasn’t so embarrassed to admit it. Bobby joked that he wanted to “bring you over to the dark side” and maybe that sounded cynical but he thought he wouldn’t mind seeing you look a little less perfectly put together if it had something to do with him. Hearing you mention his music almost had him doing a back flip from excitement.  

“So you’ve listened to our music?” Luke asked, moving closer to you, leaning on the counter beside you. Behind him, Alex rolled his eyes.

“Reggie gave out demos like...last month.” You shrugged, trying to play it off. You’d been excited to listen to their music, see if it was any good and had discovered that you actually loved it. They were talented guys and you felt surprisingly connected to the songs. “I might’ve listened.”

“I did!” Reggie piped up, “I gave demos to all the-” he stopped, mouthing instead, as if you wouldn’t understand him when he said ‘all the cute girls’.  

“I hate to ask but...don’t you think like, actual clubs would be better places to promote your music? I don’t think the middle-aged moms are really a target audience, unless you’re into that kind of thing?” You said, peering down the hallway when you heard the familiar squeak of a floorboard. If the boys were still here than there was no doubt in your mind that your mom had told them to stay for some reason or another.  

“You gotta start somewhere.” Luke replied, unfazed by the hint of judgement in your voice.  

“My living room?” You asked, jokingly.  

He smiled, “actually, we’re playing a club on the strip tomorrow night, we could, maybe, get you on the guest list?”  

“We’re opening for someone else,” Bobby cut in, bringing Luke back down to reality, “I’m pretty sure no one’s ever even heard of the band we’re opening for.”  

Luke glared at Bobby, sticking his finger in his mouth and then jabbing it into Bobby’s ear, a smile of success immediately lighting up his features when Bobby recoiled in disgust. “So what’d ya say?” Luke asked.  

“I mean, I guess technically every band deserves girls screaming for them, so sure…I’ll go.” You agreed, eyes on Luke the entire time.  

The last concert you had been to wasn’t even for you, your mom had dragged you to a Beach Boys concert up in San Francisco for her birthday weekend when your father refused to indulge her so-called ‘terrible taste in music’. “There are just some things we will never agree on and music is one of them.” He had insisted back then. It was the same thing you felt like telling your friends when you declined a party invitation in favor of heading down to the strip to see the guys play. You could’ve maybe played it off casually, as if you were heading down there anyway and Sunset Curve just happened to be opening but Bobby was right, you’d never heard of the band that was performing after them.  

Not to mention Luke decided to show up for a least a quarter of the day just to mess with your head. You had spotted him in the hallway between classes and smiled when he looked your way, a split second before the sea of students scrambled to get to their lockers. Your own best friends appeared by yours, looking more and more like carbon copies of the Heathers every day. You kind of hated them, truth be told, but you didn’t have too many other options.  

They were badgering you about the party as you tried to wrack your brain for an excuse that sounded convincing when Luke stopped, right in front of the three of you.  

“Hey, I’ll see ya tonight?” He asked, whole body turned to face you and completely ignoring the looks of disdain and shock cloaking your friends faces.  

You felt like a deer in headlights. Say yes and your friends would probably ostracise you, say no and you could just imagine the look on Luke’s face. Anything but this absolutely sincere and hopeful smile was something you didn’t want to be responsible for. You really liked him looking at you like that.  

“Yeah, can’t wait.” You nodded.  

When he stepped back out into the traffic of the hallway he touched your waist, as if he was anchoring himself for a second and you bit your lip, letting yourself watch him disappear before turning to face the firing squad.  

“Luke Patterson?” Both of your friends spoke in unison, one breaking off to elaborate, “you’re ditching a party at Max Turner’s house for Luke Patterson?”  

“His band is playing at some club on the strip.” You replied, shutting your locker and heading toward your next class. “They invited me to come watch the show.”

“And you’re going?”  

You hadn’t been to anything smaller than a stadium concert before and the implication of a concert at a local club venue, right on the strip with all the ‘riffraff’ that were hanging around trying to make it big like their 80’s punk rock idols wasn’t exactly your scene but, Luke had looked so cute asking you to go and you had the tiniest, maybe delusional, feeling that he’d come to school just to remind you that tonight was the concert. How could could even consider some suburban house party to that?  

“Yeah, why not,” you shrugged, trying to play it off like it was nothing, you could see your social status flashing before your eyes and your mom’s voice desperately begging you to reconsider. “Besides, Luke’s hot.”

“Did you have some kind of Freaky Friday switch when you woke up this morning? Luke is not hot.”  

“Okay,” you drew the word as if disbelieving. He wasn’t some 90210 reincarnate but he was definitely one of the hottest guys in school, not to mention the sleeveless shirts were an added bonus. “Well, I said I was going, so I’m going.”

And, despite the continued protests of your friends throughout the day, you did go. You promised your parents you were spending Friday night studying at Terri’s house and took the bus down to the strip to wait in line for Sunset Curve and whoever was headlining. You stood there twirling your fake ID in your hands, listening to the two girls in front of you (who didn’t need fakes) talk about some drummer that wasn’t anyone you’d ever heard of and tried to look as mature as possible. If Luke, Alex, Reggie, and Bobby could play this venue, surely you could get into it.  

Whether the ID worked or the bouncer at the front door just didn’t care, he let you through, admitting you into a pulsing crowd of people making their way through the small vestibule and into the venue. You slipped your way through the crowd until you made it to the front, pressed against the railing and inches away from another bouncer who seemed just as disinterested in you. The drumkit that was already on the stage had the Sunset Curve logo on it. You ran a hand through your hair and fixed your shirt, maybe it was silly but you were sort of hoping that even in the silhouetted lighting of the venue you Luke might see you. Maybe a little pathetic groupie on your end but he had invited you.  

And he did see you. Halfway through Now or Never when he looked down over the crowd, he caught you, dancing along to their music, the smile on your face as you mouthed the words was infectious. It was the combination of seeing someone singing all the songs back to them and that person being you, mixed with the adrenaline of the performance, that had him pushing to give his absolute all. You’d actually come and he was determined to make this a great concert for you.  

Alex was the one to announce that they would be in the vestibule during the lull between bands, they got the occasional straggler who dared to leave their post long enough to say hello or great job but usually it garnered nothing more than the four of them splitting some pizza and relaxing by their merch table. Tonight, as they headed off stage to an enthusiastic crowd, Luke chanced a glance back but he couldn’t find you in the sea of people. Reggie grabbed his arm, pulling him the rest of the way off the stage and throwing an arm around his shoulder, going on about how awesome the show was, Luke quickly returning the jovial compliment.

“We were fire, man, that sounded so rad tonight!” He cheered, following Alex and Bobby as they made their way through the small hall that wove back into the vestibule.  

“It was insane!” Reggie agreed.  

You had made your way back through the venue after Luke mentioned being at the merch table, slipping back passed the bouncer at the inside door, flashing your stamped hand. Their table was set up in the corner, a little way away from the headlining band’s. You stepped into the vestibule at the same time as the boys, waving at Alex when he looked your way. He nodded, reaching over to tap Luke’s chest with the back of his hand.  

“That was incredible.” You admitted, walking over to their table. Luke’s smile instantly widened as he walked around to your side, not even thinking as he hugged you, your shoulders hunching at the feeling of sweat that encompassed you. “Ew.”

“Sorry, sorry.” Luke apologized, pulling away and putting his hands on your upper arms for a second before dropping them to his sides. “Still going off the adrenaline.”

“That’s okay,” you promised, “you’re cute enough to get away with it.”

“Yeah?” He leaned against the table, trying to look cool. He felt like he was grasping for words and he didn’t want to start stuttering or sounding dumb, Bobby would never let him live it down if he made a fuck up of himself. The other three tried not to laugh and ruin his moment.  

You seemed to recover from the moment first, glancing at the other three before landing on Luke again. “You guys are totally a live band though...like that was so good.”  

Reggie came in with a save, letting Luke off the hook for a moment, “Are you heading back in to see the headliner?”  

You grimaced, “don’t really know them...not really interested.” You replied, keeping your eyes on Luke, hoping that was hint enough that you’d come just to see him.  

It clearly was because, as a few girls stepped into the vestibule and looked like they were coming your way, Luke grabbed your arm, nodding toward the doorway for you to follow him. You did, walking with him into the hallway so that it was quieter, the sounds of the house music and the chatter of people outside being drowned out in the small corridor.  

“So, uh, sorry I’m still wigging out that you came.” He admitted.  

“I said I was going to, twice. Did you seriously think I was lying?” You asked.  

“I mean, I heard your friends giving you a hard time when I walked away, figured you might back out.”  

“Well, I’m glad I didn’t, seriously Luke, you guys are amazing. You’re so talented.” You replied.  

“Guess I was right when I told Reggie to take that book club gig huh?” He said, fiddling with the rabbit’s foot on his keychain.  

“Why’s that?”  

“I thought maybe if I was lucky, I’d catch a glimpse of you...having you come here and watch us though? Better than I could’ve imagined.” He replied, grinning at you.  

“You wanted to see me?”

“Yeah, don’t act so surprised.” He said, “you gotta know how insanely cool you are. And you look beautiful tonight, by the way.”  

“Thanks,” you bit your bottom lip to try and keep your composure, “I uh...damn, you’re making me super nervous.”  

“Yeah?” He stepped a little closer to you, his hands brushing against yours as if he was going to hold them. You couldn’t help wishing he would.  

“I should probably let you get back to your fans,” you pointed out, glancing back out the door to where a few more people had gathered. If you stayed in this hallway with him any longer there was no way you were letting him back out.  

“Hang out? We could grab some pizza or something after?” He asked.  

“Yeah, absolutely.”  

When he walked back through the door you followed behind him, hanging back so you weren’t hovering around them as they chatted with and signed stuff for the group of people that had ventured out between sets. It didn’t matter though, as he talked, he kept looking back at you smiling as if you were both in on some sort of secret.  

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[sugako]

sweetness

osamu xf!baker!reader sum: your unrequited crush on the man you sell to is weighing heavily on you until one little party later it isn’t an issue cw: 18+ minors dni, a lil fluff, a lil angst (reader is sad bc they don't think samu feels the same), mentions of drinking/alcohol/party (no one is drunk during), kinda confessions, first time with each other, nipple play, oral (receiving) wc: 3.5k a/n: hi !! uhh i have had this is drafts for months bc i struggled to post it and idk why,, it's def a little longer than usual and little more plot-heavy(ish) but i hope you all enjoy pussy king samu <3

It felt as though you were admiring him from a distance even when he was standing right beside you.

The afternoon that the owner of Onigiri Miya had called up your small bakery to partner with his business you had been overjoyed. Honestly, you were still happy, it was just tinged by something deeper or different now. You were certainly still happy to sell your goods through the business, but your feelings had really gotten the better of you.

The day, actually the moment you met Osamu you told yourself to get over the petty crush you had developed within minutes of meeting him. His big, tall frame made you feel as though he could wrap his arms around you and everything would be okay. His pretty, steely eyes and soft features relaxed you, made you feel at home.

A week later you were groaning into your pillow when he texted a simple, polite compliment about your baked goods. Desperately, you hoped that the fuzzy feeling would melt away any day now.

Every single time you had to see him again and again to drop off your bi-weekly delivery, the feelings didn’t fade. If anything they grew stronger. The quick, comfortable banter you shared made your chest fill with molten gold that always seemed to harden into a tough little peach pit, strangling the words from your throat whenever you got back into your car.

A month later you were crying to yourself at 2 AM about how you couldn’t get over him even though you hadn’t even been close to a relationship. It was impossible. How were you supposed to get closure from someone you were merely business partners with.

You cursed the way your heart sped up when you got a new text from him. Over and over again you had to remind yourself that it was purely business.

Onigiri Miya (Osamu): Hi, do you want to swing by tomorrow? Lunch is on me

Fingers swiped over the keyboard, groaning as you asked what you should bring for the restock, not realizing it had been two weeks already.

Onigiri Miya (Osamu): Everything is selling fast, but I won’t need anything for a bit, just wanted to chat not about business

Without hesitation you agreed. Even if you were sure he didn’t feel the same, it wouldn’t hurt to keep up a personal relationship with a business. The fact that he had texted you deep into the night without prompt didn’t make it into your busy mind.

Those two little texts were how you found yourself taking a deep breath outside the Onigiri Miya a little after the lunch rush. You stepped into the nearly empty building, immediately greeted by Osamu’s soft, low voice.

“I have to run to the back, but I put a plate for you out.” He calls, disappearing just as the door closes behind you.

It’s painful to admit how your heart swells at the gesture. Your favorite onigiri of his is neatly plated in front of a corner seat at the bar. The two other people on the opposite side of the store are quietly chatting, paying no mind while you settle into your seat. Before you can take a bite he’s bustling back in.

“Sorry ‘bout that, got a call.” He says, leaning over the counter in front of you. The way his broad chest is squished by his shoulders.

“No worries.” You say just before biting into the food. He snatches one of the rice balls from your plate, but your mouth is too full and you’re too grateful to protest. “So,” you begin after you swallow, “what did you want to talk about?”

You can’t tell whether the air is thick with awkward tension or if it’s just you.

“I mean, obviously not business.” As you speak, a strangled, little chuckled forces its way out of the back of your throat, but you take another bite of food before it gets out of hand.

He’s silent for a moment, slowly chewing his food. Maybe savoring it or maybe thinking, you can’t quite tell which.

“Can you take nights off from the bakery? I remember you saying ya do a lot of baking and prepping at night.” His expression is impossible to read and you want to tell him that this is, at least for you, business talk, but you hold back and simply answer the question.

“Well, yeah, if I needed to. Uh, why?” You catch how his shoulders tense and lower, his eyes shifting across the windows in the front. Unfortunately, his own anxiety does very little to quell any of your own.

“My brother is having a party and I’m… obligated to go, but I won’t know many people there, they’ll all be his teammates, so I was wondering if you would like to go with me? If you don’t have a… I mean, if you don’t have any plans.” His expression remains still, but there’s a small flush in his cheeks that you catch on immediately. Something in your heart softens with hope.

“You’re twin volleyball brother?” You ask, biting back a smile. “Also, you’ll have to tell me what time the party is and then I’ll let you know if I have plans, but I’m probably free.”

The flush deepens as he recognizes his mistake and slowly blinks, shaking his head. “Yes, ‘Tsumu, the volleyball brother. And the party is next Friday. Around nine.”

Within the limited time you’d spent with him he’d told you about his brother and his old friends. Confidence growing, but not quite steady, you uneasily treaded into your next words.

“Yeah, I’m not working next Friday actually, so that sounds good. Should I text you for the address or…?”

“Meet me here, I can take you. Best to take the train, but it’ll be easier if we go together.”

Deep in the center of the city, standing close enough to smell the soft fragrance of cologne, you still weren’t sure how easily you had ended up here at the house party filled with strangers hosted by your customer’s pro athlete brother. It was a little much to think about if you took too much pause. Before you could slip into your own brain too much your cheek smushed into the thick muscle of Osamu’s solid back that had suddenly stopped moving, and as you sputtered out an apology the door swung open without him even knocking.

“Hey! Did you really not a-” The blonde mirror image of the man standing directly in front of you eats whatever words are about to spill out of his mouth when he notices you peeking out from beside Osamu. Realizing how ridiculously childish you must look tucked away behind him, you clear your throat and step out so you’re by his side instead.

“Hi, I’m y/n.” You say politely, extending a hand for him to shake. Atsumu’s eyes flit between you and his brother, not bothering to hide a smirk.

“Oh, I know.” He finally says when he takes your hand. Out of sheer embarrassment or maybe anxiety, you feel pricks of heat chase out to your fingertips. The sensation is only compounded by Osamu’s feather-light touch that grazes the small of your back as he tries to lead you past his brother.

“Really,” you start, with a sly little smile, “he’s told me about you’re very impressive-”

“Okay.” Osamu says a little too sharply. He’s glad you’re at ease, but less glad that you’ve immediately taken to lightly teasing him with his brother. “Let’s head in.” The warm breath of his whisper jolts through you and you find yourself nodding, letting his touch lead you.

Just as the door is closing behind you and the excruciating reverb of the music seeps into your ears, you barely catch what Atsumu mumbles before he slips into the crowd of people. “Maybe you’ll finally show her how much ya like her.”

Osamu doesn’t respond, and for a second you think maybe he didn’t hear him, but the way his fingers dig into your back tells you otherwise. You simply pretend that you heard nothing, pointing to the drink dispensers lined up on the kitchen counter across the room. After a quick drink of the sweet, burning mystery drink and after Atsumu started to keep his distance - too busy hounding his one teammate with the dark curls whose name you couldn’t quite remember - things went smoothly.

Time passed quickly, helped on by the dozens of new people you were introduced to. The small talk and repetitive questions had you mentally winded, but Osamu’s constant touch whether on your elbow or back or shoulder grounded you. Instead of feeling your heart race as it usually did when he was near, you only felt calm.

It all came crashing down sometime deep into the night when most of the guests had headed home and those left over passed out, scattered everywhere about the house. Well, everywhere aside from the neat guest bedroom tucked away toward the back that Osamu had pulled you back to when the last man (who had drunkenly tried teaching you how to say ‘volleyball’ in Portuguese) had finally passed out.

The single drink you had gulped down hours ago was long gone from your system, but even without it you still found it easy to speak with him, even as his arms inconspicuously wrapped around your torso and brought you down to lie beside him on the bed. Staring up at the ceiling for a moment while the two of you remained in short silence, a thought came to your head, another thing you want to tell him or ask him. You’re not sure which because in the next moment, when you whip your head to face him, he does the same.

If you had been any closer your faces would’ve smashed together. Any farther away and you wouldn’t be brushing lips. Just as soon as the touch begins, it ends with you scrambling away, stopped from falling off the bed by his strong arm wrapping around and pulling you back to his chest. The silence thickens with every second that neither of you speak, but he thankfully breaks it within the minute.

The words fumble around the front of your mouth like your mouth is numb. “I’m so sorry that-!”

“Well, that wasn’t really a proper kiss.” He says plainly, a smile barely etching its way onto the corner of his lips.

“N-no, it was not.” You whisper. It doesn’t quite feel real when he kisses you for real, and for a second you’re worried you’ve deluded yourself. You sigh into his firm touch, finally releasing the tension in your chest and letting your own lightly trembling hands trace up the space between your chests to settle against his. His body is softer than you had thought it would feel, somehow so much more comforting and homey than you could have imagined.

After an endless moment, his mouth strains against yours as he forces himself to pull away with a little huff. Your eyes find his, bright and hopeful, and still a little bit surprised. Between all your personal longing and resignation that he didn’t feel the same, you hadn’t noticed the way he smiled more when you were nearby, the little blush that dusted his cheeks when you complimented his cooking that first time, and so much more.

“Wanted to do that for a long time.” He sighs, leaning his forehead against yours and letting his heavy eyes close. Hiding your grin in his chest, you nod, wrapping your arms around him and snuggling in closer. When your knee glides against his thigh in an attempt to get more comfortable and flush to him, he clears his throat. “We should get changed if we’re going to sleep here. I have extra clothes in the dresser.”

“Okay.” You nod slightly, not wanting to move just yet. He seems to be with you because, despite his own words, he remains exactly in place with his grip just as tight as ever around your waist. “...Samu?” You finally ask, pulling back far enough to look up at him.

“I wanna kiss you again.”

“Okay,” you repeat, “then kiss me again.” The crooked, giddy smile you’re giving him seems to tense him up even more.

He inhales deeply through his nose, eyes darkening as they flicker across the planes of your face. “I wanna, but I don’t want to push this unless you feel the same.”

If your tired heart could vibrate any harder it would probably be bursting out of your chest.

“Well, I feel that we should kiss again,” you press a peck to his cheek hoping it’ll steady your next vulnerable words, “because I’ve thought about you a lot, and I really like this.” You emphasize your words by glancing down at the negative space between your bodies and running your hand up the built expanse of his shoulders.

Humming, he cradles the back of your head, gracefully moving to straddle you and ghost his lips over yours. “In that case, tell me when to stop.” The hot breathy fan of air from his whisper barely hits your cheeks before he’s pressing a deep kiss against your lips.

You slot together like perfect puzzle pieces, limbs finding the just the right spots to fit into. Mouths move desperately, passionately and without thinking your fingers start dancing under the hem of his shirt, brushing against the hot skin beneath. With a tempered groan, he uncouples his lips from yours, kissing along your jaw and quickly moving to trace down your neck. The kitten nips and licks against your collarbone send electricity through your bones, forcing you to flex into him, hips awkwardly jutting forward for something more.

“You… you, ah, are so perfect.” You pant, eyes blinking wide open when the calloused tips of his fingers roughly trail under your shirt, up your sides, stopping just short of your chest to flip your shirt up.

Groaning so quietly you barely hear him, he buries himself between your breasts and sighs against your skin. “Yer even more beautiful up close and without all this,” he pauses for the briefest moment to undo your bra and lift it over your head with the shirt, “extra stuff on.”

Scoffing out a short giggle, you relax back, watching how his eyes drink you in as though they’ve been starved. “By extra stuff you mea-!” The quip is promptly cut off by the feeling of his mouth latching around one breast, the other being tended to by his opposite hand. Not a moment later he pulls away, smiling as you let out a pitchy whine.

“Yer pretty mouthy when yer comfortable, huh?” He mumbles, lips ghosting over your nipple while the one in his hand continues to be teased.

“N-no,” you rush to disagree. Judging by the eye roll he gives you, he doesn’t seem to believe you, but he doesn’t say anything more, simply bringing his attention back to your chest.

The way his suckles tiny, bright purple marks into your skin sends heat pooling into your stomach, hips noticeably grinding up against him now. As the seconds drag on, he doesn’t seem interested in anything other than your tits, enamored with the way they feel in his hand and mouth. It’s almost too much, and you feel your stomach tightening with every moment the teasing continues.

“Samu,” you whine softly, “samu, please, can’t s’too much, really need…” The words are jumbled and garbled. You can’t quite sort your brain to come up with anything coherent, distracted by the wet pooling in your underwear and the weight of his body crowding over yours.

“Sensitive tits?” He coos with a sharp glint in his eyes, gears obviously moving in his head for the future. “That’s okay,” he continues while pressing a soft kiss to each of your breasts, “What do you really need?”

“Need you to touch me.”

For a second, his mouth opens but he doesn’t speak. You fear he’s going to tease you, make you explain in lewd detail how bad you need him and where you want him to touch you, but he doesn’t. He simply nods, truthfully too caught up in the intoxicating feeling of your body and too impatient to feel you for the first time to drag this out.

“Good girl, I’m gonna take these off.” He starts, hooking his fingers under the waistband of your pants and underwear to take them off together. Without hesitation, his eyes travel between your legs. “Such a pretty, little cunt.” He hums already squeezing in between your thighs. Obviously distracted, he peppers little kissed up the sensitive skin on the inside of your thighs, still caught up staring at your soaking mess.

“Samu, please…” You whine. While you know he isn’t purposefully teasing, well you don’t know but you don’t think at least, it’s just as frustrating. Your knees lock around his thick shoulders, pulling him closer to your heat.

“Okay, okay, pretty girl.” He grumbles, lapping right at the crook of your thigh and hip. There’s a split second of tense silence wherein he carefully spread your lips admiring the glisten of your slick under the dim light of the lamp. Your entire body is tense with anticipation, legs shaking as they struggled to spread around his wide frame.

And just like that quiet moment is over - he laps you up so desperately and greedily you’re twitching under his grasp, clawing at the wrinkled bed sheets below you for anything to ground you. He doesn’t stop when he shifts your legs over his shoulders and wraps his hands around the bottom of your tummy to keep your jostling hips in place.

When you finally look back down to grab his hand, keeping a vice grip around his fingers, you also glance down for the first time. His dark, hazy eyes meet yours and you completely relax at last.

The feeling doesn’t last long, not when he pushes his tongue into your tight, unprepared hole, slurping all he can get and pushing in as far as he can go. Osamu’s eyes roll to the back of his head at the sensation, your cum dribbling down his chin and coating up to his nose that keeps brushing against your throbbing clit.

With a solid, squelching pop he tears away from you. “Taste so good,” he heaves, lips coming back even as he’s speaking, ghosting over you. He buries himself in your cunt again, this time focusing solely on your clit, cycling through different motions until he finds the one that makes your hips strain under his sturdy hold.

“Feel so good!” You sigh. “Please, please wanna cum.”

Smirking against you, he takes the hand you’re not clinging to back under your thigh and props it against your ass, slowly teasing a finger in. Absolutely gushing now, it slips in easily. You can feel his smile grow again for a moment before he refocuses on your clit, motions speeding up and increasing the pressure with which he worked. It’s impossible to not shudder under him now, especially with one arm only holding you down.

“C’mon, pretty girl, cum.” He murmurs, easily hooking a second finger into you, pumping and curling them in time with his tongue. As he feels you flutter and cream he can’t help but rut into the mattress, cock swelling from the taste of you. The pressure inside is too much and your want to let go is pushing you closer and closer, although it’s his mouth and fingers that really push you forward.

“C-cu-!” The words get trapped in your throat, overtaken by a hushed moan you struggle to bite back, trying - but very much failing - to be mindful of all the half-sleeping people strewn through the house. He slowly brings you down, fingers winding down and tongue lapping up your swollen clit while you convulse at his touch in time with the fluttering of your cunt.

At last, you have to drag him off, needily tugging up on his hands until he lets go. You try to pull him in to kiss, but he hesitates, his strength far outweighing your weak, blissful one and he hovers above you. There’s no reason to ask because almost immediately his fingers that were inside of you, absolutely drenched, come up to his mouth so he can make a show of sucking them dry for you.

“Taste even better than the stuff you make.” He sighs, letting you drag him down to your face. You can smell and taste yourself so strongly on his damp lips, it clouds your already hazy senses.

“Hmm,” you manage out, when he rests his entire body weight against yours, lips pressed into the side of your head. It’s only when you go to shift that you feel him pressing so incredibly hard and flush to you exposed skin through his soft pants, that you perk up. “Samu,” you begin brushing your fingers through his soft, dark hair, “can I...wanna help you.”

“Mhmm,” he nestles against your neck, kissing over the spots he left behind earlier, “in a minute, pretty girl, we have a lot of time ahead of us.”

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[ptergwen]

can you do a best friends to lovers blurb where the reader kisses peter on the cheek and he just stands there like shocked?

ahhhhhh 🥺

today has been a good day. school went by fast, you didn’t get any homework, and you’re on your way to delmar’s with peter. the two of you go together every friday. he used to go alone for a quick lunch until he met you.

you’d been paired to write a dialogue in your spanish class that day. you were good, but peter was really good. his vocabulary was more advanced than the list your teacher gave you. obviously, you had to compliment his skills. peter had taken it with a shy smile he bit back. you asked him where he learned all of that, so he told you about mr. delmar.

how he would work on his spanish with him whenever he went, and he’d sometimes give peter free candy. peter would attempt at least one sentence every time he stepped foot in the store. you’d found yourself grinning along at the story. he seemed like such a sweetheart.

you said you’d have to stop by the bodega one day. peter made a bold move and asked if you wanted to go with him later. and thus, your friendship was formed.

“can we do something tomorrow? or are you busy?” you ask peter as you walk, a knowing tone to your voice. “uh, during the day, yeah. i’m patrolling later,” he replies and tightens his arm around his history textbook. your lips form a playful smile. “take me.” “never,” peter deadpans, chuckling at your words.

“but i wanna know what you do,” you sigh and tilt your head up to the sky. it’s blue with only a couple of clouds. peter is very secretive about his superhero outings, for his sake and especially yours. glancing over at you, peter offers a smirk. “then get bit by a radioactive spider.” “ok, you know what?” you playfully huff, pulling open the door as you arrive at delmar’s.

peter leaves his textbook outside, then fishes into his pocket for his wallet. mr. delmar opens up his arms and grins as you two get on line. “hey, my favorite customers,” he greets you, the man he’s ringing up making a face. you and peter laugh amongst yourselves. “have a nice day, bud,” mr. delmar tells the man before sending him on his way.

“hi, mr. delmar,” peter smiles, stepping up with you next to him. “hey, parker. you kids want your usuals?” he nods at one of the other workers to start making your sandwiches. you point at him and say, “you already know.” grinning to himself now, peter gets out his money to pay for you two. your hand brushes his as you take it and give it to mr. delmar.

he notices peter’s face flush, but doesn’t say anything. yet. “working on your spanish, yeah?” he asks you two and directs it more to peter. “sí,” you reply on your own behalf, which earns a hearty laugh from mr. delmar. “muy bien, y/n. excelente,” peter sarcastically comments as you scrunch your face up at him. he’s being very cheeky today.

“i’m gonna go get your textbook before a rat eats it,” you decide and step past him. “bye, mr. delmar!” you call to him, heading out the door while peter shakes his head. he shouts back a “bye, kid!” once you’re out of sight, he gets into the real stuff. he looks from the door to peter in a way that makes him scared for what’s going to come next.

“what?” peter asks, eyebrows knitted together. mr. delmar scoffs and rests his arms on the countertop. “she likes you.” swallowing the spit that suddenly formed in his mouth, peter plays it off. “who, y/n? no.” “sí,” mr. delmar jokingly says your word from before. “you like her, too,” he concludes. that leaves peter speechless. he thought he was good at hiding it.

“you should bring her a flower or something. a cookie, maybe. i sell those,” mr. delmar suggests with a wink. peter looks out the window to see you hugging his textbook in your arms. you wiggle your eyebrows at him when you see him watching you. here goes nothing and also everything. “i’ll... i’ll get her a cookie. do you have chocolate chip?” he murmurs and reaches for his wallet.

mr. delmar pulls a cookie wrapped in cellophane from the basket on the counter. “i do,” he confirms and slides it towards peter. “how much is it?” peter searches for the couple of dollars he assumes it’ll be. “eight bucks,” mr. delmar casually responds. eyes going wide, peter looks up at him again. “i don’t have-“

“i’m busting your balls, parker. just take it,” mr. delmar laughs out. a breath of relief escapes peter and he grabs the cookie. “thank you so much.” the man who made your sandwiches hands the bag to mr. delmar. he hands the bag to peter with a smile. “go get the girl.” “i will,” peter smiles back and tucks the bag into one arm. “see you later, mr. delmar.”

the bell ringing as peter comes outside catches your attention. you walk up to him, still holding on to his textbook. “seven years later,” you joke about how long it took. “i was getting you something, actually,” peter proudly takes the credit for mr. delmar’s idea. he’d want him to. your face lights up. “ooh, really? what is it?”

peter holds out the cookie to you with a small smile. you gasp and take it from him. his smile grows even bigger. “yay! thank you.” before he can process what’s happening, your lips are on his cheek. it lasts for all of two seconds, but it’s never going to leave his mind now. peter’s mouth hangs open as you start to walk. he’s left dumbstruck by the tiny kiss.

“come on!” you yell to him, stopping on the sidewalk. peter doesn’t even hear you. the voice saying she kissed me, she kissed me, she kissed me over and over again in his head drowns you out.

#tom holland #peter parker #peter parker fluff #peter parker imagine #peter parker fic #peter parker fanfiction #tom holland fluff #tom holland imagine #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland x reader

[iwantutobehapppier]

Still Remains

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: You had planned a great Friday, sometimes things don’t go as planned. Perhaps your boyfriend can help salvage the day? 

Warnings: 18+ Only, smut, fluffy so very soft, fingering and cursing

Word Count: 2,969 (hehehe 69)

A/N: Hey hey! Happy Third night of Chanukah I hope you all enjoy some soft Bucky for tonight’s Chanukah present. Huge shout out to @sagechanoafterdark​ for her amazing beta skills on this one. Was def out my comfort zone.

You had a perfect day planned.

It would involve a workday where you gave minimal effort after completing a rather taxing project for upper management under the deadline. Then, go to your favorite and the best-smelling shop for a signature bath bomb, a quick stop at the upscale corner store for some wine plus a premade meal as cooking was not on the agenda tonight. All of that was to be followed by something good and dramatic on your iPad coupled with a face mask while you soaked in the bath not having a care in the world.

Your boyfriend, the ever understanding James Buchanan Barnes, knew how important your much needed me time was. Agreeing to meet with you on Saturday for lunch, leaving Friday as ‘you time’.

That was the plan.

It was a good plan. The best plan you’d had in weeks after endless work and long nights.

But that plan fell apart before you finished brewing your morning cup of coffee.

Your boss returned from his morning meeting with devastating news. The project you'd been slaving over for the last 3 weeks needed to factor in new data he'd failed to previously provide. Not only that but your deadline was moved from next week to today by 4 pm. Making the excuse about upper management leaving by then.

Coffee hastily made you care less about the creamer you spilled on the counter. Rushing to your desk to boot up and start compiling the required information. By lunchtime, you had a tension headache, a stomach ache, and your lower back was throbbing.

Catching one of your coworkers as they went to the cafeteria. You begged them to pick you up something, feeling guilty about leaving your desk for even a second while such a critical project was due in such a short amount of time. You couldn't even consider stopping for something like lunch. Hell, you barely had any water, something Bucky would certainly give you hell about tomorrow.

Speaking of the man, you checked your phone spying a sweet good morning text you had missed followed a little while later by an inquiry about how your day was. Quickly, you sent a quick reply summarizing how it was not a good day then quickly put your phone away, focusing back on the task at hand.

One good thing was you had sent the newly finished project out by 3:45.

The problem that followed?

Your boss had left early dumping their work on your desk. Groaning as your hopes for an on-time escape were dashed, you paused for a break to get some water and check your phone. Replying to some friends you saw your boyfriend’s concerned text, feeling your chest warm.

‘Do you need me to do anything? I can help you relax a little more tonight instead of hanging out with Steve.’ He was a sweet and caring man. Even though most of the world feared him, you only saw the caring, attentive, and dashing lover.

You wouldn’t take up his time tonight though, you needed a solo night in and he deserved time with his best friend for how much you normally take up his time. Sending a quick dismissal reply, ‘No honey, I’ll make it work thank you for being so amazing’ you’re back to the grindstone.

Leaving the office by 6, you thought the shop for our bath bomb closed at 7, and with it raining the past hour the chances of making it there on time were slim but you would not be bested. You had the perfect night planned and salvaging it was a must.

Reaching the doors at 7:30, locked for the night. You couldn’t help the anguished cry you gave out, stomping your feet in the puddles outside the locked doors. Allowing yourself a small pity party, you square your shoulders and make your way to the corner store. Refusing to allow another piece of your perfect plan to be dashed away.

They were out of your favorite wine.

Your bottom lip trembled as you stood in the aisle frustration sweeping over you. Shoulders dropping you drag your feet to the fresh market area, finding a lone wilted sandwich remaining. Clearly, a massive rush of people had been just as desperate for the corner store’s fresh market food as you were. Or, your melodramatic brain supplied, the world was against you today.

Shaking that unhelpful thought away you quickly sent a venting text to your boyfriend. ‘I was too late for a bath bomb and the corner market is a bust. :(’ Your mind coming up with a quick contingency plan as you typed. You knew you had some wine in the apartment that you barely liked but it would do in comparison to what the store had. If you recall correctly you think you had some papaya scented bath rocks that could be an okay substitute.

Moving on to your newly formed Plan C, you made your way home. Arriving home you were soaking wet as the rain had never let up.

Clutching your broken umbrella, because why not?

Your feet drag you through the front entrance of your apartment building. You could feel the building pressure of tears behind your eyes but you wouldn’t let them fall. Nope, not until you are at least in the safety of your home. Sighing in recognition of the terribleness that was your day you go to check the mail and just as your turn to  the bulletin board your heart drops at the sign “Water Heater Out Until Sunday”

Fuck today.

Fuck your boss.

Fuck the rain.

Fuck your stupid super, who barely kept your apartment up to code.

Fuck the people who bought your wine and food.

Fuck today.

Sucking in a deep breath you turn and start the walk up the steps when your phone rings. You answer it without a second thought, trying to keep your mental state from cracking before getting into your apartment your only goal.

“Hey doll,” your boyfriend’s deep silky voice in your ear, “I wanted to see if your night got any better.”

You tried to tell him what happened, you really did but as the words formed you plopped down onto the stairs; then, became a crying and blubbering mess. Your sweet boyfriend only able to make out blips like “water heater, fuck my boss, lazy super, I just can’t anymore.”

As you kept trying to explain what was wrong through your uncontrollable and frustrating sobs, Bucky’s voice finally broke through, “Stay on the phone with me, doll,” he instructed. Hearing rustling on the other end, “I’m on my way.”

Not even thirty minutes later Bucky found you, sitting on the steps. No longer sobbing, but tears intermittently still falling down your cheeks and emotionally wrung out.

He called your name softly and you looked up at him. Tying your best to smile, but it was hard. Without another word, he picked you up off the stairs and carried you to his car bridal style. Turning on the heater after starting the car, he begins to make his way back to his place respecting your silence.

“Bucky,” you whisper out as you both sit at a red light. He turns his head, those cerulean blue eyes shining with adoration and a bit of concern. “Thank you,” is all you can get out but god you want to say more the words stuck in your throat.

Knowing you were still decompressing his hand squeezes your thigh. “Anything for you, doll.” He winks before facing the road once more as the light turns green.

Pulling into the garage of his house, he exits the car lightly jogging to your side and opening the door. You go to grab your bags before he can get you. “Leave ‘em, I'll get them later.” Heeding his advice you let him pick you up once more leaving your stuff in the car.

Carrying you through the house into the master bath he gently set you on the edge of the tub. Holding up one finger he turns around looking under the sink before pulling out your favorite bath bomb. The exact one you threw a fantastic pity party about earlier tonight.

Your jaw goes slack before you rapidly question your boyfriend, “where did you get this? When did you get this?!"

“I stocked up last time we took a bath together,” he explained. Leaning over you Bucky swept the hair off your forehead before kissing you there. “I wanted to make sure you could be comfortable here.”

“Oh,” is all you can get out, floored by such a sweet and selfless gesture.

“Your shampoo is still in the shower,” he said, gesturing to the stand-up shower to the left of his free-standing soaking tub. “I know you like rinsing off before a bath.”

“I don’t wanna be in a soup of my own filth,” you said with a pout, justifying your pre-shower bath ritual. He chuckles at you leaning down farther before capturing your lips. Slipping his tongue into your mouth, trailing over the roof of your mouth, cupping your chin with his cool metal hand. Bucky hums into your mouth when your tongue connects with his.  

The kiss feels endless, the gentle caress of his tongue on yours exploring your mouth a much-needed comfort after this horrible day. When he pulls away your mouth remains slightly open, eyes closed a soft whine coming out at the loss.  When he caresses your cheek with the back of his knuckles you open your eyes.

“Go on,” he nods his head to the shower, “relax and enjoy your bath.”

Watching his retreating figure you lick your lips eyeing his back end. Shaking your head out of your dirty thoughts you strip down to shower.

Once sufficiently clean, you wrap your hair in one of the microfibers wraps you’d left last time. Realizing you’d actually been leaving a lot more here and Bucky seemed to by buying stuff you normally kept at your place. Eyeing the double sink counter, you notice some of your creams and cleansing products there. Fairly certain you hadn’t purchased some of them twice due to cost alone.

Smiling at all the self-care items he had clearly bought just for you, your fingers trail along the marble countertop until you reach your bath bomb. Grabbing the half pink and half purple ball,  you make your way to the giant tub. Slipping in you set the bath bomb onto the window sill beside you.

Setting the water to the perfect warm temperature, you push the stopper down and sit back, resting your head on the tub rim as the tub fills. Once it hits the right level you turn the tap off and drop the bath bomb in, enjoying the scents of Jasmine and Ylang Yalng permeate the air as the tub water begins to turn a dusky pink.

A few minutes later Bucky walks in, holding a bottle of your favorite Rose Gold Rosé, a sparkling wine glass, and a clear package of food. Setting it all on the counter he turns to you and smiles at the sight of your already relaxed body.

Looking up at him a soft smile pulls on your lips. “I noticed you bought some of my products for here,” you comment.

“Is that a problem,” he inquires, rather sure it’s not but he wants to make sure he’s not crossing a line.

“N-no,” you stutter briefly, worried you might offend him for such a kind gesture. “No, I just didn’t know you did that.”

Smiling he sinks to his knees next to you outside the tub, folding his arms over the lip, “Well, didn’t wanna make a big deal of it.”

You nod, but still curious, “Why though?”

“So you’ll stay here more often,” he admits with a shrug. Bucky felt that the tactic was purely selfish on his part, but if all your things were here why would you need to go back to your place? He’d use tonight to show you that you can have your own space even when living with him.

“You like me being here?” Bucky wants to laugh at your doubt but doesn’t, knowing your nerves are rather frazzles so any sass from him could be misconstrued.

“Of course,” he said in a matter-of-fact tone. “I always want you here.”

“Wh-what?” you gasp sitting upright in the tub so fast the water sloshing on the sides, trying to put together exactly what he is saying.

“This is a conversation later,” he cuts off with a smile. Wanting to stop your brain from the tailspin it was definitely heading towards. “I just wanna help my baby relax,” he says, cupping your cheek with his flesh hand.

You nuzzle into his hand with a contented sigh, “Oh, alright.”

His hand resting on your cheek slips down under the water, tweaking both your nipples pulling an involuntary gasp from you.

“Yeah,” his voice a whisper. Fingers trailing down your stomach to cup your heat, slipping between your slit. “You gonna let me help you relax after such a bad day?” You nod your head, mouth open in a muted moan panting with each stroke against you.

Bucky takes advantage of your open mouth, leaning in for a kiss with his tongue taking residence in your mouth. His fingers capture your clit gently squeezing before rubbing tight circles. Your eyes slipped closed at the growing pleasure.

You whimper into his mouth as he quickens his pace. Dipping your head back as he hits a good rhythm and pressure, making your toes curl but his other hand grips you by the back of your neck keeping your lips pressed tightly against his.

Two fingers dip inside you, slowly pushing in and out curling upwards, his palm rubbing against your clit in tandem with his fingers. When he hits that one special spot you try to slouch down into the water but his hand on your neck keeps you in place.

Your hands grip the lip of the tub, legs moving underneath the water and making soft waves that splash against the sides of the tub. Whimpers and moans pour from your mouth into his, eager to consume them.

Bucky tilts his head, making your teeth clash, ramping him up more. He’s moving faster now keying you quickly up but it’s not enough, he knows you need direct stimulation. Pulling his fingers back out of your heat, he rubs your clit in quick concise circles.

Your eyes pop open catching his intense stare, knowing he’d been watching you all along. Bucky was observant and always intense, picking up on every brow tick, nostril flare, and lip twitch. Almost studying you and picking you apart for his and your pleasure. It’s a goal for him, to make you feel all the emotions you make him feel, giving you the physical pleasure you bring to him.

The intensity of it all was too much.

His fingers keep their tempo, applying a little more pressure and it’s enough. Your legs shake and spasm making the water at the surface choppy and slosh in the tub. He released your mouth to hear your cry out in ecstasy, knuckles turning white as they held the edge of the tub.

“That’s my good girl,” his voice rumbles out.

Removing his hand from the dark pink water, at the same time his metal hand releases your neck. You look up at him panting, dazed in the euphoria of your orgasm as he stands. Bucky turns around, uncorking the wine with a pop and pouring you a glass. Looking around he frowns briefly, walking to the closet and returning with a brand new large bath tray, similar to the one you have at home. He sets it over the tub in front of you and places the bottle and full glass on the tray along with the cheese, crackers, and fruit pack.

He cups your chin pulling your slightly dazed eyes to him, he leans down pressing a kiss to your forehead, “Now you enjoy the wine and eat a little bit of food for me. I’ll be back to check on you later.”

“Uh-huh,” is all you can get out. Bucky smirks with pride at your ravaged state as he leaves you alone in the bathroom with one last look.

After a good two-hour soak where you ended up emptying the tub a little before refilling with warm water halfway through, you finally felt relaxed enough and left the bathroom. Wrapping yourself in a plush white towel you slowly unwrap your now almost dry hair.

Padding into Bucky’s room you smile at the blue henley he left laying on the bed for you. Lifting it up you notice something is missing.

“Bucky?” you call out in confusion, brows furrowed as you look over the bed.

“Yeah, doll,” he replied, walking towards the bedroom, turning off lights as he made his way in.

“Do you have any of my underwear here?”

He starts pulling his sweats off watching you search for the missing item, “Yeah, I have a few.” He admits from behind you. You jump and playfully swat him behind you, a soft chuckle rumbles from him when he spins you around to face him.

“Hmm,” your lips turned up in a smile. Wondering why he didn’t provide you any and just with his shirt. You wrap your arms around his neck pressing your foreheads together. “I’m going to need a pair.”

He tugs at your towel smirking when it falls to the floor. His eyes trailing down your exposed body and back up to your face.

“No,” he gives you a pointed stare pulling you tight against him, “you don’t.”

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #james bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #fluff #smut #put on your yarmulke its time for fucking chanaukah

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The Marriage Project (11)

I'm baaaaack :) Sorry it's been so long y'all but I'm finally on break so hopefully I can push out more content soon! Pls enjoy!

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Word Count: 2130

Warnings: little bit of language, mild mentions of alcohol

% approximately the last weekend of October/first week of November %

Sunday, you went wedding dress shopping.

Kinda.

It was for homecoming court. Your school had a tradition where the ladies in the running for queen wore white wedding dresses, so your mom and you went out in search of one.

You’d already gotten your dress for the actual dance weeks prior, so you started at the same store.

It didn’t take long for you to stumble upon one you liked, a slim a-line that accentuated your muscles and curves. There was a draped neckline and a somewhat low back. The entire dress had a grecian feel with the small silver accents dusted across it.

The second you put it on you fell in love, so you made the purchase and set off for shoes, easily finding a pair of heels that would put you at a similar level with Tom.

The next day, you made your way to class for another round of praise and congratulations for the tournament that weekend. The trophy was already sitting in the school display case, the plaque yet to be made with your school’s name and the year.

It was spirit week, so everyone was dressed in clothes that fit the day’s theme.

All morning, people were coming up and asking you about the tournament and homecoming, many of them pledging to vote for you.

Things felt nice.

You and Tom didn’t talk much throughout the morning, but exchanged a few jabs and laughs here and there.

Later, you sat around the lunch table with your girlfriends as usual, this time discussing the homecoming nominations.

“Y/n, there’s literally no way you won’t be queen. I’ve talked to a ton of people and all of them are saying they’re gonna vote for you,” one of them said.

“Aw shucks, you’re making me blush. Obviously I’d like to win queen, but we’ll see. It’s whatever. If Harrison wins king I’ll drop out.”

“As if. No one even likes him. I’m pretty sure he was voted in as a meme. Everyone knows Tom is gonna win,” Alexis stated. “And if Tom wins, you’ll win too with everyone thinking you’re together.”

“Hmm. I honestly hope Tuwaine gets the vote. He’s so sweet and totally deserves it.”

“I think we all know you’d prefer Tom as your royal counterpart,” one friend suggested, causing you to roll your eyes.

“How many times do I have to tell you guys! Nothing is going on! On another note, though, I got my white dress,” you mentioned, trying to steer the conversation away.

“Really? Let us see!” Caroline exclaimed.

“Ah, ah, ah. I’m saving it as a surprise for Friday. The only person who’s seen it is my mom, and it’s staying that way until the parade.”

You continued talking about the upcoming festivities and your excitement for the week, and the announcement of who would be crowned queen Friday at the pep rally.

That afternoon, you went to study hall with Alexis. Now that you were between sports, you had a free period to go do art, work out, or just “study,” so you chose the latter as a way to take a breather from everything that had been going on.

“So tell me everything about Johnny’s this weekend. Loved the costumes,” you started as you plopped down at two desks in the very back of the room.

“Not much to report. We mostly just hung out but I heard one dude had to go get his stomach pumped or something after the cops got there. We dipped out before it was busted because it was obvious they were coming. Now how was your weekend, since we’re finally alone?”

You thought about how much you’d actually tell her, especially considering that you hadn’t told her really anything about yours and Tom’s interactions in past weeks.

“Pretty good. It was mostly just volleyball.”

“Oh yeah? What all went down with Tom? Anna told me you seemed pretty close.”

Your face burned.

“We hugged after winning the tournament. Not a big deal. Oh and we maybe kinda pretended to be a couple Friday night.”

“What? You didn’t think to lead with that?!”

“It was for like a minute while we went up the elevator. This drunk couple was harassing us so we just played along for a little bit. Whatever,” you shrugged.

“Did you do anything couple-y? Don’t tell me you guys kissed.”

You tried not to cringe before somewhat telling a lie.

“I kissed him on the cheek and he put his arm around me. I swear it was nothing serious, Lex.”

“Hm. I still think you’ve gotta be hiding something, but I just don’t know what. And I’m gonna get to the bottom of it.”

Good luck with that. I’m not about to crack yet.

%

Spirit week continued with people coming up to let you know their votes had been cast for you. The voting ended Thursday so that votes could be counted before the pep rally.

When Friday did hit, you woke up early and tucked your volleyball jersey into some jeans and tossed on your letter jacket, as the day’s theme was school colors and jerseys.

You popped on some mascara and lip gloss, then headed to school, becoming more nervous as you got closer.

The pep rally would be right after lunch, but almost everyone was so excited for the weekend festivities that teachers basically gave everyone a free day so that the students in charge of the event could continue their planning and the athletes could prepare for the rally.

The pep rally was mostly for the football game, but they were also going to recognize the volleyball team’s accomplishments, so you prepared for that and the whole homecoming court thing.

In home ec, Mrs. Flynn let those that needed to help set up for the pep rally eat your lunches in class and then leave early.

You and Tom finished about the same time and went to your lockers to grab your things.

“Ready to win?” Tom asked as you walked towards the gym.

“Nope. You?”

“Yeah, actually. Maybe it’s just because I love winning so much.”

You gave him a little shove as you continued walking. Tom had his jersey on without the pads, so it fit big on him. You admired the way it draped over his thin, toned frame.

A bit later and the pep rally had begun with the dance team doing their routine, then came athlete recognitions.

They started with the volleyball team, calling you all out to the basketball court to wave as everyone cheered. After you all, the cheer squad hyped everyone up for the football team to come out.

You stood in a corner of the gym with Zendaya, as they would be announcing the homecoming court next. You both talked a little bit, but things were somewhat awkward.

Finally came the time to announce the winners. As with nominations, things went in order from freshman to senior, eventually reaching the king and queen announcement. The six of you stepped out onto the basketball court, the pit in your stomach bigger than before.

“Alright ladies and gentlemen, I know that this is the moment you have all been waiting so patiently for!” Mrs. Johnson looked around the bleachers at the cheering students, holding up her paper with everyone’s positions.

“We’re going to start with our third place, the duke and duchess of homecoming! May I have a drumroll please!”

Everyone stomped their feet and clapped.

“This year’s duke is Mr. Harrison Osterfield, and the duchess is Daisy Ridley!”

Cheers went up, not completely enthusiastic for the pair. You felt a little bit of satisfaction knowing the people you liked least had gotten third place.

“Now for our runners up, the prince and princess!” She paused for effect. “Tuwaine Barrett and Zendaya Coleman!”

More cheers rang out than before. Your jaw dropped as you looked at Tom.

“And that means that your senior king and queen are Tom Holland and y/n y/l/n! Congratulations to all of you. Can’t wait to see you at the parade, game, and dance!” Mrs. Johnson called out, dismissing everyone back to class.

Someone came and placed the crown on your head and slipped a silver sash which read “homecoming queen” over your body. You couldn’t help but slap a hand over your mouth.

“What did I tell you! I knew you’d win!” Tom exclaimed, holding out his hands. You so badly wanted to hug him, but decided not to in front of the whole school, at least not until tomorrow night.

Your friends rushed up and congratulated you, fawning over the crown and sash and laughing. Before you left, you had to return the two items to a teacher so you would have them for later that night.

As you left school that afternoon, you felt like you were floating on air.

%

You were back at the school later that evening, the game just over a couple hours away. There were families lining the street prepared to watch the parade make its way down.

Since leaving the school before, you’d put your hair in loose curls and done a full face of makeup. You tossed on some sweats and zipped up your varsity jacket, taking your dress and shoes along in the car to change there.

You waited until the last minute to slip on the outfit, causing people to fawn over you when you stepped outside to see everyone who was waiting.

Someone pinned the crown to your head and helped you slip on the sash, then led you to the convertible where Tom was waiting. You’d get to ride around sitting on the back waving like you’d always dreamed of doing.

Your heels clacked on the sidewalk as you confidently stepped. Sure, you didn’t wear heels much, but you sure knew how to work them.

It felt like slow motion when Tom turned around and you saw each other for the first time. He was wearing slacks and a sport coat and his curls were perfectly placed around his own crown. You both gasped a little.

“Y/n! You look… you look like-”

“Let me guess. A princess?” you smirked, raising a brow.

“I was gonna say queen.”

You rolled your eyes and chuckled, giving him a little shove. He helped you climb into the back of the car, and someone went to hand you his letter jacket.

“What’s this for?” you asked.

“Usually if it’s cold the queen wears her partners’ letterman over her shoulders if he has one.”

You thought about it. It was pretty chilly, after all.

“You don’t have to wear mine, y/n. Did you bring yours?” Tom asked, making you smile.

“Yeah, actually. I did. Would someone mind going and grabbing it from my stuff? It’s just inside.”

One girl ran and brought it back in a few minutes, and Tom helped drape it over just your shoulders.

“That’s more like it,” he said, giving you a smile as he fixed the neck.

A few minutes later, the cars and floats began moving and families cheered as you passed, waving with a smile on your face.

You and Tom talked to each other quietly as you looked around both sides of the street. When you reached the end, someone had you pose for a couple pictures in the daylight before the football players headed off to get ready for the game.

This was not only homecoming, but senior night, so they all wanted to be on their A-game.

Different people came up to congratulate you and you took pictures with friends, family, and even a few little kids. You were talking with the girls when you felt a hand on your shoulder.

You turned around to find the Holland family, including Nikki’s parents and a woman you assumed to be Dominic’s mom.

“Well I sure am glad to see that people have some decent sense around here,” Grandma said, giving you a warm smile. You gave her a hug then greeted the rest of the family.

“You look beautiful, dear. Congratulations,” said Nikki as she gave you a squeeze.

“Oh, y/n, this is my mother,” Dom explained, gesturing to another elderly woman.

“Just call me Nana, dear. I’ve heard a lot about you.” You smiled as she held your hands in hers.

“Thank you! Tom’s told me about you, too.”

Nikki shot some pictures of you with their family. It felt weird to be in their photos without Tom, but also comfortable, like you’d known them your whole life. You had to hold back a laugh when you took one kissing Paddy’s cheek and making him blush.

Eventually your parents also came over and talked to them, and everyone made their ways to the stadium.

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A/N: omg it's been way too long since I updated TMP! I just wanted to pre-warn that next chapter will have the heaviest themes of this story. It will have adequate warnings but I want to make everyone aware!

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Chapter 3: “Es Tuyo”

Part of the “Illicit Limerence” series

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader

Summary: After having spent some days recovering and getting to her new surroundings the reader goes back to work where she seems to attract some male attention. Javier is displeased and on his breaking point.

Warnings: Major trigger warning: mention of pregnancy termination, cursing, angst, fluff, mentions of injury

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A/N: that photo is totally Javi in that evidence closet

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“That is not how you pronounce that at all”, you cackled from the couch.

Connie threw her hands up in defence: “Well, then how? C’mon help me out here amigo!”

“Amiga”, you corrected, grinning as she set the plate down in front of you.

Your friend shook her head as she took a deep breath, lips curled up in a smirk. “You know, you’re supposed to teach me Spanish, not bully me.”

The door swung open as the both of you ate and laughed together, revealing a more than exhausted Steve. “Murphy, come sit with us, Connie made the most amazing pasta.”

He hung his jacket on the wall and kicked off his shoes before plopping down next to Connie, pressing a short peck to her lips. “What’s got you two all riled up?”

“Connie’s been drinking the night away and I am so sleep-deprived that even the telenovelas have become entertaining”, you answered, mouth full of pasta.

“What’s been keeping you up then?”, he asked while reaching over for a plate.

You shrugged your shoulders: “Just the thought of going back to work tomorrow.. I know it’ll just be paperwork but I-I’m just nervous I guess. I need to figure out a way to talk to Messina about resigning without raising any eyebrows and.. it’s just a lot.”

“You know I can get you another doc’s note”, Connie intervened, tilting her head at you.

“Yeah, I know, Con, I know. I just want to get up and get moving. No offense, but y’all can be boring as hell.”

She playfully threw a pillow at you, which hit you square in the belly, making you huff out a small laugh. “It’s not my fault we both have jobs to do, your highness.”

“When’s that first check-up-thingy of yours anyway?”, Murphy questioned.

���Next week, after hours, but I can get there myself, you don’t have to worry about me.”

“Yeah, not a chance pal, the Sicarios know your face now, best to have a chaperone out there.”

Steve was right and deep down you’d thought about it too. Of course the narco-men already had most of the DEA’s information and agents in their databases, but you were still unknown to them. It was rare for a female agent to work in the field, let alone be placed in Columbia whatsoever, you’d been an element of surprise, but now even that had been taken away by Escobar. You knew a pregnancy meant the end of your career as a DEA agent, at least in the field. The past three days were meant for you to readjust to your temporary living space with your friends, but you’d really only spent it within the depths of your own head. There was so much you had to do and you couldn’t even figure out where to start, you had to tell Javier at some point, quit your job or risk putting him in danger as well and most of all.. tell your parents. The last one could wait, they wouldn’t care much anyways, you figured. But Javier couldn’t, even though you were just over a month along, you knew you’d have to tell him eventually, this kind of thing wasn’t something you could hide forever.

While you were zoned-out, caught within your own head, Steve and Connie watched you. The grip on your plate tightened, eyes staring straight ahead and chest rising and falling more rapidly. Connie carefully put her hand over yours, making you jerk you head towards her, sending a wave of pain through your left shoulder. “I-I think I’m gonna head off for the night”, you mumbled, quickly getting up and putting your half-empty plate on the kitchen counter.

As soon as you shut the door your lips started trembling, eyes burning from the effort of trying to keep the hot tears from spilling. You pressed your right palm to your forehead, mustering up every last ounce of strength to keep yourself at bay. Another deep breath, another memory of his lips on yours, another step towards the bed, another fading remembrance of his rough hands ghosting over your body. This had to stop, you knew it – hell – you’d known from before you even got into his bed. Javier Peña was a bachelor at heart, free of any commitment, who were you to think you could change his mind. Here you were, heartbroken, knocked-up with a fucked-up shoulder, on a pull-out couch in your best friends’ apartment, what a life.

You carefully grabbed a hold of your Walkman, slipping the headphones on and laying down on the bed. You closed your eyes as you listened to the Cure’s “Boys don’t cry”, reminiscing on the hot summer in the States, when you’d bought the cassette and played it on repeat in your car. A soft smile settled on your face and eventually you fell asleep just like that, fully dressed and headphones still on your ears.

Though the next morning, when the three of you sat around the breakfast table, you in yesterday’s clothes and the two of them in their work attire, there was a bit of an atmosphere going on. Not a word was said over breakfast, only increasing the tension even more, making you feel incredibly vulnerable, like a kid scolded by their father, it was odd. It wasn’t until later, on your way to the embassy in Steve’s passenger’s seat that he finally broke his silence.

“Who is it?”, he asked, tone harsher than usual.

You let out a nervous chuckle, quirking an eyebrow in confusion. “Mind giving me a hand here, I’m not sure I-“

“Who did you fuck?”, he interrupted you, voice rigid and determined.

“Steve”, you huffed, “what the hell are-“

“I’m no idiot y/n. Now tell me, who the hell is it.” His frustration started showing in his driving style, his braking much more abrupt than usual.

You scoffed at him, resting your hand on the door handle, at an attempt to feel somewhat secure. “That’s just not none of your fucking business Murphy.”

“It is if I’m losing a partner over it, maybe even two.”

“Peña? Don’t make me fucking laugh”, you lied, voice surprisingly confident. “He’s the biggest jerk there.”

“Then who? Santiago, Lopez, that FBI guy?”, he pressed as he parked the car.

You flipped him off before yanking the car door open, hurrying your way into the embassy. You didn’t bother to stop at the front desk or politely bid you co-workers a “good morning”, no, you just wanted to get to Messina, get your assignments for the day and get to work, away from both your partners.

As predicted, you were to write reports for the foreseeable future, Messina putter her faith in your ability to type them out with just one hand. You’d agreed, not wanting to argue or come up with an alternative yourself and made your way over to your office. Despite your request to be put into a confined space, away from Murphy and Peña, Messina insisted you’d just work at your regular desk, so the two of them could provide you some assistance if needed.

Luckily for you the two of them were out for most of the day, leaving you to work alone, in a comfortable silence. A fellow agent would step in to check if you were alright every now and then, helping you with carrying out file boxes or bringing in new ones. It was times like this that your reputation really preceded you, the sweet girl that would bring coffees on Fridays and bake cookies for birthdays and holidays. You knew your way around the office and compensated for your shortages (aka the fact that you were a woman) by innocent bribery. Lopez had even been so attentive as to bring you a hot lunch, which you gladly accepted and enjoyed in his company.

Steve and Javier were both surprised to see the two of you, laughing and just having a good time. Though they both had different motives, their suspicions aligned perfectly: he’s being too friendly. The two of them walked into the office, yet the two of you didn’t look up, no on the contrary, Lopez leaned in even closer, fidgeting with the sling on your arm.

Javier was not fucking having this today, so he loudly cleared his throat, both of your heads perking up in his direction. Lopez got up off your desk and gave you another smile before walking out of the now-way-too-crowed-with-testosterone office space. He gave the two of them a polite nod, muttering a “Peña y Murphy” before disappearing into the hallway.

“I fucking knew it”, Steve sighed, letting himself fall into his desk chair.

You threw a pencil at his face, chuckling when it ultimately did hit him square in the nose. “You’re a fucking idiot Murphy, Lopez was just bringing me lunch.”

“If you say so”, Steve mumbled, throwing the pencil right back at you.

 The day had stayed calm and you were able to go home without having to talk to Peña at all, to your great relief. The next few days had been the exact same, tonnes of fieldwork for them and an amazing lunch with some of the other agents for you. On Thursday night, when Steve and Javier were working late due to an unexpected lead, you tagged along with the guys, heading out to some bar, where you enjoyed a non-alcoholic beverage or two and even were treated to a lovely platter of grilled goods.

Climbing the stairs to their apartment, you smiled to yourself. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, you had friends and options, maybe Javier didn’t need to be in the picture, maybe it was meant to be this way. As you slipped your key in the door you took a deep breath, you felt at peace. Which was swiftly stolen away from you as a more than distressed Steve and Connie, baby held in his arms, were revealed.

Your keys hit the floor in surprise, face contorting in confusion. You quickly picked them up, nodded at Connie and walked into your room. A kid and an injured friend were too much for anyone to handle, you knew that, the story would follow, but for now you’d be heading back to your place. Steve gave you an apologetic look as you placed the key on the table, offering the both of them a genuine smile on the way out.

As you hauled your bag down the stairs, you let out a pained groan, your shoulder disagreeing with your every movement. On the next floor down, a familiar door swung open, revealing no one other than Javier, shirt halfway unbuttoned. “C’mon, I already made the bed.”

“Oh, no thank you, I’m fine”, you answered, bag falling off of your shoulder.

He shook his head before walking over to you, taking the bags as he urged you to follow him. “You take the bed, I’ll take the couch. Beer’s in the fridge, cigs are on the table.”

You hesitantly trailed after him, cringing a bit when setting foot in his apartment, the memories of the previous nights spent there flooding your mind within mere seconds. “Javi, I’m really fine, I’d rather just go home.”

“M’sorry hermosa, Murphy’s orders”, he said from the bedroom, coming back empty-handed. “We don’t have to talk, you can take a bath if you want, watch tv, just do whatever you want.”

You stood in the doorway, awkwardly watching as he made his way over to the couch, quickly laying down. “The kid..”

“Escobar.”

That’s all you needed to know, you could fill in the blanks yourself. A hand hovered over your abdomen, stomach turning in knots as the mere idea of something like that happening to you crossed your mind. You closed your eyes, a cold shiver running down your back, the bile starting to rise in your throat. It wasn’t just the news, you’d been “lucky” enough to have limited episodes of nausea, but when you did it was either early on in the morning or later at night, never throughout the day, which really helped your work situation.

“Hey, hey, hey, you sick again?”, Javier asked, quickly getting up and rushing over to you.

You braced yourself by placing your good hand on his chest, taking a few deep breaths. “I need to sit down.”

He gave frantic set of nods, putting an arm around your waist and leading you over to the couch, slowly helping you down. He sat down on his knees between your legs, eyes looking over your features, trying to read you. “Concussion?”

You quickly shoved him aside, rushing over to his bathroom where you dropped down to your knees, head hung over the toilet bowl. It didn’t take long for him to follow, one warm hand resting on your upper back and the other holding on to your hair. His eyes were laced with worry and concern, your pained cries mixed in with the retching breaking his heart. With every convulsion of your body your arm bucked along, causing an immense pain to course through your mending bones. When you eventually stopped and rested your head on your arm, which rested on the porcelain itself, he let go of your hair. He disappeared for a fraction of a second, quickly coming back with some water and a towel.

“Do you need to see a doctor?”

You took a sip of the water, eager to get the vile taste out of your system. “No, no, I’m fine, just drank too much.”

He nodded, despite not believing you. He’d seen you drunk before and this wasn’t that. There was no lingering smell of alcohol, no sexual advances, no sarcasm, you were just.. you – except you were lying to his face. Javier decided not to push on it, not wanting to bother you when you obviously weren’t feeling too great.

Eventually you managed to feel somewhat better and get ready for the night, Javier helping you into a fresh shirt, mindful not to hurt you. When it came to it and you went to bed you decided to ask him to join you, not wanting to be alone after having talked over what exactly had happened that night.

The two of you talked about the baby girl and the fucked up shit the sicarios did as you rested comfortably in his arms. It wasn’t anything sexual, you two were solemnly comforting one another after an incredibly rough day. As he spoke, chest buzzing in tune with his voice, his fingers traced weary circles on your side. He just kept talking and venting, knowing fully well you had passed out. That night Javier slept better than he had in ages, it was also the first time the two of you had stayed with one another until the morning. It was nice. None of you had to sneak out or slip away in the middle of the night and the sight of you when he woke up was a welcome one, making him feel at ease. He gently woke you up, helping you into the bathroom where you took a brief shower, the hot water working wonders on your aching muscles.

When you walked into the kitchen, towel wrapped around your frame, Javier was buttering some toast. “Hi, I hate to do this but I can’t quite get dressed..”

He gave a curt not, putting down the knife before walking over to you, taking the bra and shirt from your hands. “What’s with the shoes?”, he asked as he fastened the hooks of your bra.

“Well, don’t need to run for reports.. so no flats.”

Javier gave a low chuckle as he slipped the dress over your head, fingers ghosting over the tender skin of your neck. “Are you sure it’s not Lopez you want to impress?”

Now it was your turn to huff out a laugh. “Javier Peña, do I detect a hint of jealousy?”

“Should I be?”

As soon as you both were dressed and had somewhat of a breakfast you were headed to the embassy. The drive was quiet other than the radio, and surprisingly soothing. The domestic bliss stayed with you as you took a seat behind your typewriter, Javier’s gaze trained on your figure. You thought it was because of the dress, but in all reality he was trying to figure out why in the hell you would lie to him. Maybe you and Lopez were really becoming a thing or maybe the two of you had always been, maybe he was too late. All the more reasons to move on from you, the mere fucking idea of you.

By the time lunch rolled around Lopez found his way to your desk, a plate held in each hand. “Buenas Peña”, the man croaked out before walking over to your desk.

You uncrossed your legs and smiled up at the man, making Javier’s right eye twitch. Upon looking at the plate your face briefly fell, muttering an apology before declaring you were allergic to seafood. That was another fucking lie, Javier thought.

“But Javier enjoys crawfish”, you chuckled, “let him have my plate, I’ll run down to the market myself.”

Before any of them could protest, you grabbed your purse and fled the office, not wanting to experience a showdown of sorts. Javier took the opportunity to just smirk at the other man, grabbing the plate and shooing him out of the office. But not before providing the man with a sassy “piérdete, fracas ado” (get lost, loser).

The short walk to the market and back had given you the air you needed. Your head was spinning once again, the same thing as always: Javi. What the fuck was all this meddling about? He was so nice all of a sudden, domestic even, which wasn’t entirely uncharacteristic as you’d experienced him like this before.. but it wasn’t as if you were sleeping together again. Maybe that’s just what he expected to get from this. Of fucking course he’d take you in to his place. You scoffed before sinking your teeth into the spicy lunch you’d treated yourself to. Walking back into the office you were surprised to find all three desks empty. Well, you were aware that Murphy was unlikely to show up at all with his new responsibility, but Javier? Maybe he’d been requested for some field work.

You set your bag down before making your way over to the kitchen, wanting to grab a fresh drink. But before you could make it there you were pulled into the nearest evidence room, well closet more like, somebody pulling you in by your right arm.

“Mierda Javier ¿cuál es tu problema“, you yelped (Fuck Javier, what’s your issue?).

“I’m not the one lying to everyone’s fucking face”, he replied with a dark laugh.

You swatted his hand off of you and tried to shove past him when he blocked the door. “I’m not in the mood for this”, you warned, eyes locking with his.

“Missing your little boyfriend already?” Your mouth went agape in shock. “You’re not as clever as you think, hermosa.”

“You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about, idiota celoso.” (jealous prick).

He wore a devilish smirk as he moved closer, lips ghosting over your ear shell. “Look who’s the whore now, huh..”

That one hurt, a lot. You pulled back from him, emotion catching in your throat. “Stop..”

“You been sleeping with everyone in the office then? Or were Lopez and I the only ones good enough for you.”

You could barely believe your ears, his evil words making tears form in your eyes. “Javier-“

“I at least thought you would’ve been smart enough not to get knocked up”, his words were laden with disgust and you stumbled backwards, feeling more unsafe than ever with him.

You tried to gather your thoughts and come up with a response but you could only manage a sad laugh as you looked at him. “You’re so fucking naïve.”

“¿Qué quiere decir?”, he inquired, lips pursed together. ‘What are you trying to say?)

“Es tuyo”, you declared. (It’s yours).

Those two words were everything he was so terrified of. You, him, a baby? Fuck. This was no place for a baby, he was no dad-material, shit man, he couldn’t even come to terms with the fact that he longed to be with you, let alone take care of you like that. He didn’t dese- no, you didn’t deserve this, all this- his misery.

“I thought you were fucking safe”, he shouted.

You felt incredibly small now, and even more terrified. “It takes two, you know”, you answered.

Javier took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of his nose as he desperately tried to calm down.

“I-I can give you the money”, he stuttered.

“What?”, you asked, deeply confused.

“To get rid of it.”

If you weren’t infuriated before, you sure were now. The mere mention of it, the mere fucking idea that he wouldn’t even own up to what he did. He’d done it now, but you know what, good. If this is who he really was, then it was best you found out now.

“I-I don’t want you to lose your job..”, he murmured, voice much quieter and soft now.

The tears were streaming over your face at a high speed, blurring your vision as you looked at him. “Move, please.”

“We need to t-“

“Get out of my way”, you screamed.

He hesitantly stepped aside and watched as you speed-walked your way out of there, loudly sobbing and wiping at your eyes. Everyone’s attention was on the two of you, everyone seemingly understanding what had gone down. And as if things couldn’t get worse, around the corner came a familiar tuft of blonde hair, Steve fucking Murphy, giving him the death stare. Well fuck.

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52 or 41 for the meet ugly? sternclay, nsfw if thats chill

Here it is!

52. you think I’m leering at you in the gym but really I’m studying your form and trying to learn how to make mine better Sternclay NSFW

This is the toughest part of Joseph’s workout, so he could do without the audience.

He first noticed the guy during his turn at the squat rack; taller than him, in a grey t-shirt and black shorts that show he has muscle to spare, with brown eyes that were on Joseph’s ass whenever he looked away. Were Joseph not in the middle of the kettlebell burpees sequence, he might even spare a glance of his own to see how he fills out the front of his shorts, but he’s tired and he’s been dealing with behind the back stares all day.

When he’s done, he takes a final look over his shoulder to see the guy still staring at him. Joseph locks eyes, watches his face flood with guilt as he becomes very focused on his shoes. He continues studying them, as if holding still might keep Joseph from coming closer.

“Okay, I sense you’re new here, so I’ll be polite: everyone checks people out at the gym now and then. But the rule is you don’t do it so fucking brazenly the other person notices.”

“I, uh, I wasn’t-”

“I counted you staring ten separate times, even when your workout had you facing away from me.” He crosses his arms, annoyed that the man has the gall to deny his blatant ogling.

“I, uh, I was studying your form” the newcomer rubs his wrist, sheepish, “I’m kinda new to, like, formal workout stuff, and you clearly know your shit, so I was trying to use you to figure out how to do my circuit without fucking up my spine.”

Joseph rolls his eyes; that’s the first lie anyone tells when they get called out for staring.

“I’m serious!” The man has the audacity to look perturbed. Joseph has zero interest in an argument but every desire to call his bluff.

“Well, if that’s the case, if we cross paths again you’re welcome to join me and I can give you pointers.”

With that, he heads towards the locker rooms. He doesn’t feel eyes on him once the whole walk there.

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“Hey.”

Joseph looks up from setting his fitbit to see his not-so-subtle admirer beside him. The taller man smirks, “you didn’t think I’d take you up on it, did you?”

“No. But I’m not about to go back on my offer. Or modify my work out if you join me. Make your choice accordingly.”

“Okay. What’s first?” His smile is friendly, but there’s a challenge in it. Joseph, who's been bored the entire day, is more than ready to rise to it.

“Jump rope. Nine minutes total.”

They find a spare rope for the other man, but he keeps getting his right foot caught.

“Drop your elbows some, when they’re too high it’s easier for the rope to catch.”

“Oh, thanks.”

His new gym buddy is winded when they’re done, but follows him eagerly over to the mats for his core workout. He’s better at that, though Joseph still has to correct the position of his back the first time. They move through cardio, weights, and cool down with no conversation that isn’t directly related to body position or technique. By the end, the newcomer is soaked with sweat. And..smiling?

“That was fucking brutal. Can we do it again some time?”

If you, um, really want to?”

“Fuck yeah.”

Joseph smiles back, “I’m here every day after work. So you can come find me…”

“Barclay” the taller man fills in his unasked question.

“Joseph. Oh, and try to get some shoes with better traction soon. You’ll have an easier time.”

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“You okay there?” Barclay looks at Joseph from the treadmill on his left, “you seem kinda low energy today.”

“I ate too small a lunch.” He hits the stop button, walks as the belt slows, “I’ll be fine once I fish my power bar out of my glovebox on the way home.”

“Or you could, uh, you could come get dinner with me? There’s a great spot two blocks from here; it’s my favorite stop after you put me through my paces.”

Joseph thinks about downing a protein shake while wandering his empty apartment.

“That sounds great.”

Barclay leads him to a diner, all yellow lights and red pleather. His friend orders a stack of waffles and fried eggs (“I’m not a big fan of syrup”) while he opts for a french dip and, on Barclay’s recommendation, a chocolate malt. When the server asks if it’s one bill or two, Barclay pays for both of them.

“Least I can do in exchange for the free personal training you’re giving me.”

“It’s not like I mind” Joseph offers him access to his french fries, “I like working out with you. I’ve, um, never had a gym buddy before. UP agents are considered weirdos at work, I’m considered odd for one of them, and, well, you’ve done my workout; it intimidates some people.”

Barclay looks at him across the formica, beard still a bit mussed from drying it after his shower, “Yo--uh, I mean, it is pretty intimidating. But like, in a good way. The kind that makes you wanna push yourself.”

Joseph allows himself a flirtatious smile, “I’m glad you appreciate it.”

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Barclay: gonna miss workout tomorrow. Got a date. Promise I’ll let you work me twice as hard on Friday.

J.S: Have fun. And you know I will, big guy.

Joseph slips his earbuds in; he’s gotten so used to their easy conversation that his best of the ‘00s playlist is jarring in it’s place. But he falls into his rhythm, is halfway through his workout when a tall, familiar shape in grey shorts hurries through the door and drops it’s water bottle next to his.

“Is everything okay?” He pops his headphones out as Barclay shakes his head.

“Date was a bust; guy was so pushy I bailed after one drink. Figured if I caught up with you the night wouldn’t totally suck.”

Joseph grabs a second mat, lays it out, “I can’t do dinner tonight; since I thought you were busy, tonight is for running errands.”

“No big.” Barclay lays next to him, their fingers brushing for a moment before Joseph counts them down.

As the evening ticks away in sets and reps, he gets increasingly worried about Barclay; his friend begs off both squats and rowing, and doesn’t join him for the ten minute cool-down jog on the treadmill. He hopes it’s just a side effect of having a beer before working out and not something more dire.

The locker room is empty on their side, and he finds Barclay leaning his forehead on the wall outside one of the shower cubicles, taking long, deliberate breaths. His shirt is off, but he’s still in his shorts. When he turns, startled by Joseph asking if he’s okay, it’s immediately obvious why.

“Sorry” Barclay is doing his best to conceal his hard-on, “this is hella embarrassing.”

“It happens” Joseph aims for a pleasant shrug even as his own cock starts acting up, “lots of friction and, um, and all that.”

“It’d be less humiliating if it was that. I, uh,” Barclay is redder than Joseph’s ever seen him, “I put a plug in before my date and, uh, I was in such a hurry to come find you once it ended that I, I didn’t take time to pull it out.”

He forces his voice to stay gentle, to not reveal the heat burbling up from his stomach, “You could have just asked me to wait a second once you got here.”

“Didn’t think of it until I sat down on the mat and realized how much I could feel the fucking thing. Like I, uh, I said, I kinda had a one track mind when I got here. I” his brown eyes are Bambi-wide when they skitter from Joseph’s gaze, “I wanted to see you.”

Shoes squeaking on the wet tile, Joseph nudges him into the stall, “Is that really it, big guy? You went through all that discomfort just for a few more seconds of being near me?”

“Uh huh” Barclay whimpers, his big, broad frame shaking when Joseph presses him against the wall.

“That’s sweet. Do you know what happens to sweet boys when they’re good?”

His friend shakes his head, hair catching across his eyes. Joseph tips his chin up, lips slightly parted in invitation. Barclay groans and drops his head down to meet him. It is, without a doubt, the messiest kiss of Joseph’s life, all sweat and odd angles like his first time in his boyfriend’s den in the July heat. The parallel is heightened by Barclay instantly grabbing his hips and humping him through his shorts.

“Joseph, babe, please, please say this is okay.” His hands tighten their hold when Joseph licks a stripe up his neck; it’s sweaty, sticky, the kind of thing he hates in porn but damn him if the doesn’t want to lick and suck Barclay until he can taste him in his sleep.

“No, it’s not.” Joseph cups his face to keep the panic he sees there at bay, “because if you cum like that, I won’t get to show you the rest of your reward.”

“Re-reward?” Barclay actually squeaks, and what can Joseph do at such a sound but kiss him once more.

“Shorts off, water on. I’ll be right back.”

Water obediently patters on the tiles as he shoves his hand deep into his gym bag; god bless emergency laundry quarters and bathroom vending machines.

He strips, joins Barclay in the shower and discovers his cock is even more pleasing than it’s outline suggested.

“Lord almighty, you’re gorgeous.” He lowers to his knees, traces the path of droplets through the hair on Barclays stomach and chest. Then he removes the first condom from its pack, rolls it down the thick cock that’s just tempting him to abandon his plan, then slips the second one on his finger.

“Fuck, this has gotta be a dream, right? Because it’s the same one I’ve jerked off to for fucking weeks.”

“No, big guy, it’s not.” Joseph reaches between Barclay legs, “oh shit, you’ve been wearing this all night?”

“AHnnnuhhuh” Barclay moans as Joseph toys with the base of the plug.

“And you still did a huge chunk of our workout. I’m impressed, big guy, impressed and very, very, very pleased.” He kisses his cock on each very, Barclay letting out an “uhn” at each one. As he slides the plug free he continues, “To think, your date was so unpleasant he missed out on not only your charm and your handsome face, but the fact you were prepared enough to prep for him.”

“His loss is my gain ohfuck, Joseph, baby, please-” Barclays cock bobs in the air as Joseph teases his ass. When he presses in Barclay gasps, Joseph praying the droplets hitting the walls lend any escaping sounds an air of plausible deniability.

“Nice and open. Good boy.” Joseph slowly works his finger in and out, building up to two almost immediately. He nuzzles Barclays cock, “do you always bottom?”

“M-most of the timeOH, god” His head lolls back when Joseph takes his cock into his mouth, sucking lazily as he fucks him open, “I like it, makes me feel taken care of.”

Joseph eases in a third finger, let’s his cock fall from his mouth as water collects in his eyelashes. Barclay is staring down at him, hair several shades darker as it plasters to his face and eyes hopeful.

“In that case” Joseph times his upstrokes to his thrusts, “how about you come to my place on Sunday? I’ve got a whole box of cocks to choose from; we could work our way through them.”

“Yes, ohfuckyesplease.”

“We could play around with positions too” He can see Barclay’s muscles flexing in new ways as he begins bucking his hips, chasing the tender pressure of Joseph’s fist, “I bet you look great on all fours, and I know what you look like with your ass in the air already. You in my lap, that could be fun--oh, ohshit” he laughs as Barclay nearly fucks himself off his fingers, “you like that, like the idea of sitting in my lap like the big, sweet boy you are while I fuck you, like the thought of cumming on my cock and then going to fetch the next one, of me not letting you stop until we’ve been thorough and found your favorite because that’s what you deserve-”

“Fuck!” Barclay moans, hands slipping on the tile as he floods the tip of the condom. Joseph adds “get tested” to his mental to-do list while the other man slides down the wall like a slasher victim until they’re face to face on the floor.

“You okay, big guy?”

“Can’t feel my legs.”

“That’s just the lunges talking.”

“Please” Barclay kisses his shoulder, “please let me suck your dick.”

Joseph smacks the handle until the water turns off, scrambles to his feet and clings to the “no-slip” bar as Barclay shoves his face between his legs. He sucks his cock, occasionally opening his mouth enough to licks his folds. He’s so eager, even tries fucking into him with his tongue, big hands groping his ass while Joseph stifles his moans in his forearm. He’s going to cum in the gym shower, he’s going to cum from his first blowjob in years, he’s coming to cum from the astounding, impossibly hot man below him who he intends to dom into next fucking week-

He cums hard, the hand not bracing him on the wall dropping down to stroke Barclays hair. After a moment, he tries to grab his towel from where he tossed it, Barclay smiling up at him.

“Hey, Joseph?”

“Yes? Hah, got you” He pulls the towel in.

“I was staring at your ass that first day. I mean, I was mostly looking at your form but there was for sure some ass appreciation.”

“I fucking knew it.” Joseph begins drying him off, “just for that you owe me dinner again.”

“Thought you had errands.”

“Shit. How do you feel about a romantic, pre-dinner Target run?”

“I’d love it.”

#trans agent stern #sternclay #agent stern/ barclay #meet ugly

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In the beginning 14

Alex Cabot X Casey Novak X Reader

Rated M

Alex’s POV:

I wake up the next morning alone in bed. I sigh to myself as I get up to brush my teeth. I look in the mirror and you can tell I’ve been crying all night. Walking downstairs I see you and Casey in the kitchen sipping your coffee and chatting about the paper.

I round the corner into the kitchen Casey sees me and gives me a small smile.

“Good morning honey.”

I let out a sigh of relief that she spoke to me. I smile back “good morning babe.” I look over to you giving you a shy smile “good morning my love.” You stare back at me with no emotion what so ever “morning.”

I sighed walking over to make my coffee. I’m trying really hard to keep my cool. I understand you being hurt but you shutting me out makes me crazy.

“Are we still on for lunch today?” I ask them hopefully.

“Yes, I’ll be there.” Casey answers. I look over to you waiting for you to respond.

“I’m not sure. I'm supposed to be running flies all day for you and Emma. “

“But you’ll have a lunch break like always,” I say.

“I think I’ll just stay at the office today. I have a lot of work to do and I have to start my project for the end of the internship.”

“Okay.” I sigh looking over at Casey.

“Well, would you like us to bring you something back my love?”

“No thank you. I’ve got to go I’ll see y’all later.” You say grabbing your things and walking out the door. The three of us normally show up together and you didn’t even kiss us goodbye. My emotions take over and I let a few tears slip.

“Honey, just give her time. She’s still upset and she doesn’t know how to handle it.” Casey tells me.

“Okay? So why can’t she talk to us about it?”

“Oh, she’s talking to me about it. You on the other hand well you did tell her she was acting like a child so now she’s trying to navigate her feelings without coming across as one to you.”

I sighed shaking my head as Casey walks away from me. I’ve really fucked this up.

The office was booming today more so than usual. I had court and several meetings that had to take place today. Emma was by my side throughout most of the day. When we came back from court I caught your eyes watching me. As soon as our eyes meet you went back to your work. Soon enough it’s time for lunch and I for one am grateful for a moment outside of this office. I stop at your desk before heading out.

“Are you sure you can’t come or that you don’t want me to bring you something back?”

“No thank you. I haven’t been feeling hungry lately.” You look up at me giving me the fakest smile I’ve ever seen from you.

“Y/n please,” I whispered.

“Sorry, Alex. You and Casey will have to make the most of it without me today. “ you say just before Emma walks up to my side.

“You aren’t going to lunch?” She asked confused. I watch you sigh deeply.

“Nah. I’m not hungry plus I’m busy.”

“Oh okay, well Alex I wouldn’t mind joining you and Casey,” Emma says to me smiling. I watch your body tense out of the corner of my eye. I smile at Emma “maybe some other time?” I say hoping that’s enough to make her leave. It is she smiles before heading off to the elevator. Casey walks up to me asking if I’m ready to go. I nod looking back at you sitting all alone in the office. Casey smiles at you as were leaving.

Coming back from lunch I feel worse than I did before. I could barely eat. Casey keeps telling me you’ll come around eventually but I can’t stand for you to be mad at me. When I get back to the office I don’t see you at your desk. Walking into my office I see you walking back to your desk with some books and files. You suddenly stop, grabbing at your side huddled over. I walk quickly out of my office to you.

“Hey. Are you okay?” I ask my hand rubbing your back.

“Yeah. I just had a sharp pain It’s probably period cramps or something.” You tell me trying to regulate your breathing.

“Okay, well if it gets worse tell me and we will go to the hospital.”

“I’m sure that won’t be necessary.” You say shortly.

“Are you at least riding home with me tonight? Casey is going to check on her mom tonight.”

“Yeah, that’s fine. I’ll be here when you’re ready to go. “

“Okay. I’ll be done by 6.” I say happily that you agreed to ride with me.

I’m in my last meeting with Emma going over the next couple of weeks and all that we have going on. The girl is talking a mile a minute but I space out hearing none of it. My mind is focused on you and hoping that you’ll be ready to talk to me today.

“Alex?” I hear Emma call out to me.

“I’m sorry, what were you saying? “ I ask trying to focus myself. She smiles at me giving me a minute to catch up.

“I was asking you about this weekend. The business trip. As you know Jack wants us both to go and he sent over some things we need to address in each meeting.”

“Shit! That’s this weekend?” I ask her. She nods.

“We talked about it last week remember?”

“Yeah. Okay. Well send me the papers and I’ll look over them tonight. We leave Friday right back by Monday morning?”

“That is correct.”

“Okay, thanks, Emma. I will get back to you. Shit, I’ve got to tell Casey. I forgot all about this trip.” I groan out forgetting Emma is in the room. I’m mentally stressing out at the thought of telling you or Casey about this. Especially, since we aren’t in a good place at the moment.

“I’m sure Casey will understand.” Emma smiles.

“Yeah, I’m sure she will.” I smile back. As Emma is leaving my office I text Casey telling her I need to talk to the two of you tonight. I guess this means I have to have this conversation with you both tonight.

End of the workday.....

Readers POV:

“I'm so ready to go home.” I groan out to no one in particular. Unfortunately, I didn't see Emma walking up beside my desk as I spoke.

“Oh, girl me too. Today has been hell,” she exclaimed to me. I nod my head in agreement even I can't argue with that statement.

“You know even though this is a work trip I'm looking forward to this weekend. Do you know? Get away from this office for a while. “ she tells me.

“You have a work trip this weekend?” I asked hoping that means I'll be free of her for a few days.

“Yeah, Jack asked Alex and me to go. We won't be back until Mondy.”

My blood runs cold for a moment. Did she say her and Alex?

“You and Alex? “

“Yeah. Oh, don't worry she said she’d tell Casey about it. So you have nothing to worry about. You know, I think it's so cool that you're so close to them. You must be a really good friend.” Emma tells me smiling.

“Yup that's me. A good friend.”

“Anyway, I'll see you tomorrow bye.” She waves before heading off to the elevators.

“Bye,” I mumbled trying to keep my tears in.

#casey novak x reader #alex cabot x reader #lgbtq #law and order svu #wlw #fiction #law and order x reader #stephanie march #writing #television #diane neal #age difference #poly representation #threescompany #three women #smut and fluff

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The Captain’s Assistant

Chapter 10

Steve Rogers x dark! reader, Avengers x dark! Reader

Summary: After 3 years as Cap's assistant and being treated like nothing, you are captured by Hydra and everything changes.

Warnings: swearing, dark themes, abduction, torture, cannon level violence, theft, bank robbery, manipulating people, bad intentions

Will update warnings on each chapter.

Slight AU

After lunch everyone went to pack their things and get ready for the trip back to the compound. You sat at the table finishing your drink, then moved to put your dishes in the sink before returning to your room.

You really didn't want to talk to these people but you knew at least a few of them were going to come by to tell you goodbye. You sat in your room with the tv playing in the background until you heard a knock.

Sam and Wanda. They both hugged you and told you to call them if you needed any. Right, like you weren't living with a billionaire who was also Iron Man. You barely restrained an eye roll.

Next was Clint. You always tried to get along with him for two reasons. Number one he saw the good in people even when it wasn't there. And two he was best friends with Nat. His good word could get her to ease off.

"We're heading back in about 30. You sure you don't want to go with us?" Clint asks.

"My therapy is here, hun. Also Tony and Pepper have been so supportive." You say, then hug him, because why not? He's got great arms." Natasha doesn't want me there Clint. She's been weird since I got back. I don't know what I did to her but she seems like she wants to shank me."

Clint lets out a little chuckle."She doesn't want to shank you." He says returning your hug. "She's worried about you."

Riiiight. Worried about you. He could be so clueless. You knew she didn't trust you. That woman was good at reading people.

"Give me some time. I might just show up one day." You tell him and step back when there's another knock on the door.

When you open it Steve's eyes go from you to Clint and you can almost see his mind working. So you smile at him and take his hand pulling him into the room.

"Clint is trying to get me to come to the compound." You tell Steve.

"I just thought you would like some company."Clint says, then turns to the door.

"Don't forget to stop by and see Lucy!" You tell him before he can leave and he shoots you a thumbs up and a smirk before closing the door.

"So…" Steve says looking at you with a grin." Who is Lucy?"

"She works at the bakery where I got those donuts Clint loves. She's cute and I think they would hit it off."

"You are trying to hook Clint up with a woman who can make donuts? He'll be training 8 hours a day if Nat finds out." He laughs and you join in, imagining Clint cursing as she makes him run laps.

"Are you going to be ok here?" Steve asks when his mirth dies down.

"I'm getting better every day. Like I told Clint, my therapist is here. I am training and testing with Tony and Bruce most days. I just need some time to get my head straight." You tell him and rub his arm. "Thanks for being concerned Cap, but I am working on myself."

He hesitates a moment then leans in and hugs you tight. He brushes a hand over you hair and you hold in the smirk that is about to break free. He's too easy.

"Just know we are here for you if you need us." He says leaning back to look at your face and you smile softly at him.

"I'll call if I need you Cap. Oh wait, I'll have Friday call. I still haven't gotten my phone back. I don't know what happened to it."

"We have it at the compound. It was left in the SUV after the crash." He says and you silently bless Tony for getting your purse but damn they went through your work phone. Good thing they didn't have your personal one.

"Can you have it send to me?" You ask.

"Of course." He says, then with a grin he says "Maybe you can change my contact name."

You look away sheepishly, and he puts a finger under your chin to make you look back. When you do he kisses your forehead and steps away. You sigh.

"I guess you need to go now." You say feigning regret.

"I'll be back. And I still want you to try to talk to Buck. But I'm not going to push. Seriously, call or have Tony call me if you need anything." He says as he steps towards the door.

"Steve," you say and trot over and hug him tightly. "I'm sorry for being rude. I'm trying to be ok but sometimes I just can't believe this is all real."

"Everything is going to be ok.' he says hugging you back and seems surprised when you kiss his cheek.

"Bye Steve"' you say as he opens the door.

Natasha does not stop by...shocked pikachu face. You know she is suspicious so you have been trying to get the rest of the team to see you as just fragile. And it seems to be working.

Two days later you are laying in bed playing a game on your newly delivered phone. The pillows on your bed feel harder. Probably because you had about $90 thousand dollars in the bottom three. You grin to yourself when you get a text from Steve.

Captain Asshole: Just checking in to make sure you have your phone.

You: I got it Cap. It's weird having it back.

Captain Asshole: Did you change my contact name?

You: Not yet, but we'll see how it goes 😏

Captain Asshole: Ok, text me to let me know you're alright.

You: I can't intrude on your life like that. I don't want to bother you with my problems

Captain Asshole: It is never a bother doll. Call or text me any time.

You: Thanks so much Steve. I have to go do training but I'll text you tomorrow.

Training was going well. You controlled yourself and learned to fight without powers. You continued your little side venture but you would have to stop that soon. You were running out of books to hollow out, and you had filled 4 pillows. Your total was somewhere around $300 thousand. Not bad to make an escape.

You were texting with Steve every day and sometimes talking on the phone late at night. You had formulated a risky plan and he seemed to be falling in line.

Late one night you decided to spring the trap. Packing all the money in a couple bags you snuck in you moved most of your things out without anyone knowing. Everything was safely stashed in a car you bought for cash from Craigslist. It only needed to get you out of the city, so you didn't even transfer the title.

You: are you awake?

Captain Asshole: I am now. Are you ok?

You: I had a nightmare and everything was gone.

Captain Asshole: I can be there in an hour if you need me.

You: please come

Captain Asshole: I'm going to the jet now

You got up from your bed and took a shower. You had been planning this for weeks, so you were buffed, polished and waxed to perfection. After smoothing on your favorite lotion you pulled on your tiny sleep shorts and skinny tank top in royal blue. Makeup would give away the game so you left your hair wet and went to siit in your dim bedroom to wait. He made it in 47 minutes….

5 Chapters to go.....

#steve x reader #captain america #the avengers #avengers x reader

[doyumacy]

FALLOUT |LH| THREE

gif not mine

PAIRING: donghyuck x reader bodyguard!donghyuck

WARNINGS: mentions of taeyong. swearing, blood (i’ll let you know when there are parts with blood mentions), smut (let you know), violence, angst

WORD COUNT: 2,7K

ONE TWO THREE FOUR

“Thank you for meeting me at a late hour,” said the man in front of Donghyuck.

“Sure, no problem,” Donghyuck nodded. “What can I do for you, sir?”

“I saw you’re getting along with my daughter, and before you say something I saw you two getting along pretty girl this morning,” he looked at him.” And to be honest, I don't care how you do your work, but I needed to remind you why I hired you,” your father stared at him.

“I haven’t forgotten it, sir. I’m going at my own pace, besides it would be very suspicious to kill her right after I spend 12 hours with her a day,” Donghyuck let him know. “I’ll get the job done. You don't have to worry.”

“I do worry though,” your father placed a hand on his chin. “She’s supposed to meet with the Prime Minister in 2 months. I’m sure he’ll work with her, I mean, the UN is doing so, why wouldn't he as well?

“I don’t care what you have to do. I want her dead. She’s getting bigger and bigger and stealing my best clients,” he groaned. “This is my business and she suddenly thinks she can come over and take what’s mine? No. Get fucking rid of her.”

Donghyuck nodded. “I will.”

…

After another long week, you decided to meet with Taeyong and Lena and have dinner with them since it had been so long since you saw them.

When you arrived at the restaurant, you turned to Donghyuck and smiled kindly to him, “you can go now. Take the night off. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“I don’t think I should leave you here alone,” Donghyuck said to you.

“I’m not alone, Taeyong’s bodyguards are here and Lena’s security team will stay as well,” You informed him. “I’m well secured.”

“I still don’t feel comfortable by leaving you,” he confessed.

You  grinned and put a hand on Donghyuck’s shoulder, “I’ll be fine, Donghyuck. Really.”

Donghyuck looked at you directly in the eye for a couple of seconds and wished he could kiss you. He nodded, “fine, I’ll have my phone with me all night in case you need something.”

“Noted,” you smirked, “goodnight, Hyuck.”

“Hyuck?” Donghyuck beamed.

“Well, since you won't stop calling me ‘ma’am’ I decided to give you a nickname as well,” you shrugged.

“But ma’am is not a nickname…” Donghyuck looked at you.

“You don't want me to call you Hyuck?” you pouted.

“You can call me whatever you want, (Y/N)” He winked at you.

You bit your lip and smiled at him. “Maybe I will.”

Donghyuck smirked and turned, but before he started to walk, he turned again to you, “let me stay. I don't feel good leaving you here all alone.”

You pressed your lips for a moment and then nodded. “But you’re staying as my friend, not my bodyguard.”

“Deal.”

You didn't remember when was the last time you had fun and even got tipsy. A year ago maybe? You were not a bad drinker and you could take some shots with Lena, but not with Taeyong. His alcohol tolerance was so low.

By almost 1 am, you hugged your friends goodbye and Donghyuck had one arm around you as he half-carried, half-guided you to the car. Maybe you had more shots than the ones you could take.

"I signed up to be your bodyguard, not your designated driver." Donghyuck joked as he looked for the car keys inside his suit jacket.

"You could be both," You said slowly, having to put more effort into your words than usual since you were sloshed.

Donghyuck  laughed. "Maybe so, but I preferred just doing one."

"Heeeey, you could do the partner thing soon."

"I don't remember mentioning a partner thing."

You licked your lips as you tried to remember what the phrase he'd first used was. "Designated driver. Only, instead of just dragging me to a car, we'd be getting sloshed together."

"That does sound more fun,” he said as he helped you to get in the car and fasten the seat belt.

You smiled dumbly and looked at him. “Have I told you you’re gorgeous? God, I love your skin and oh! Your moles in your cheeks are beautiful, I wanna plant some kisses on them.”

"Thanks," he said, trying to hide his smile. "It's nice to be appreciated."

"In all my life, I've never met someone that made me feel like you do," You said, speaking a foreing language.

"I don't know what you just said, but I'm going to assume it was complimentary."

You nodded. You kissed Donghyuck's left cheek because it was there. "The prettiest thing I've ever seen."  

Donghyuck swallowed thickly. He didn't need to understand the language to know that whatever you said was something he would appreciate. The kiss sent tingles down his spine, and your mouth was still resting close enough to him that you could feel his breath hot against your skin. "As much as we would enjoy that, we need to stop. It’s not correct.”

"You're right. But you're just so pretty," you whined. "It's really not fair. You should try to be less pretty; it would make my life easier."

"You can live with it," Donghyuck said.

The ride to your place wasn't long. He finally found the keycard and put it in the door for him. He unlocked it and pushed the door open. You looked pretty comfy where you were, and it made shuffling him inside your big modern flat roof house. "C'mon baby, you've got to get in bed."  

"But you're not there," You said, sounding awfully petulant about it.

Donghyuck chuckled. "No, but you'll get to sleep just fine without it."

"That's what you think."

"Love, you're drunk enough that you'll definitely pass out before the night's through."

"Aww, you called me 'love'. No ma'am."

Donghyuck was still right next to you though, so he was able to keep you from falling over. "My last boyfriend, well, Yuta was never my boyfriend, but he called me 'doll' but I sort of hated it."

"You do seem like you'd prefer the sweeter pet names. Sweetheart, things like that."

"Feel free to call me sweetheart as much as you want. Sounds beautiful coming out of your mouth."

"I think I will. After I stop working on protecting you, that is."

"Boring." You yawned. "You sure I can't convince you to stay?"

"Not while I'm working for you, and definitely not while you're sloshed." Donghyuck brought you to your room and took off your shoes when you collapsed back on the bed. "If you want to get undressed more, you're going to have to do it yourself, sweetheart," he said, then kissed your forehead. "I'll see you tomorrow."

“I’m coming!” You groaned, walking to the front door where someone was ringing the doorbell. You opened it and you found a smiley Taeyong holding a kraft delivery bag. How did he look all shiny after leaving the restaurant in the same state as you?

“Good morning, sunshine,” he greeted you. “You look terrible this morning.”

“I was looking forward to hearing that, ass,” you grunted. “Come on in, the sunlight is killing me.”

“I’m not gonna find a naked Donghyuck, am I?” Taeyong looked at you.

You rolled your eyes and he entered your house. You shut the door behind him. “By the way, where is he? I didn’t see him in the entrance.”

“He has the day off,” you said, walking to the kitchen.

“So, you fucked with him?” Taeyong placed the food bag on the counter and he took off his jacket.

“No… but I did try to seduce him,” you grimaced.

“You did what?” His mouth gaped open.

“I told him he has the prettiest man I’ve ever seen and kissed his cheek,” you laughed a little. “Not that I lied. And then I invited him to stay over and he said it was not correct.”

Taeyong chuckled. “Oh my, God, this is so good. And then what happened?”

“Nothing, he left!” You sighed and then goggled. “What if he sues me? Did I harass him?”

“Woah, woah,” Taeyong shook his hands in the air, “he likes you, I can tell by the way he looked at you all night and he would’ve totally fucked you if he wasn't your bodyguard.”

“I don't even know how to look at him now,” you ran a hand through your hair. “He’s so hot that it makes me mad. All I want is him to pin me to a wall and fu-”

“I don't need the details, thanks,” Taeyong shut you down, “but what I can tell you is that you will end up pinned to a wall, any day now.”

You giggled. “Hopefully.”

Monday. Long day at the office. You barely had seen Donghyuck since you spent all day inside your office and he stayed right outside the door. You felt… sad? You missed his voice that day and his gorgeous face. You suddenly hated Mondays.

Lia knocked at your door right before the lunch break and left some papers for you to read and sign and some correspondence as well. When you finished reading and signing the papers, you opened a few envelopes where some people and companies were inviting you to some events. The last envelope was different from the rest since it was red and had a black stamp on it. You frowned and pursued to open it.

Inside the envelope there was a note written with letters clippings from a magazine and said:

IF I WERE YOU, I WOULD SLEEP WITH ONE EYE OPEN AT NIGHT.

YOU’RE DEAD.

You put the letter on the desk and swallowed. You weren't usually scared of hate comments, but this wasn't a hate comment. It was a letter. Threatening you.

You felt dizzy and your entire body started shaking. Who had sent you that? And why? You took a deep breath and stood up trying to walk to your bathroom in your office but failed. You tripped on your heels and hit the ground.

Then it hit you. They were inside the building. You weren't even safe in your own office. You wanted to throw up. You wanted to cry.

You tried to stand up but couldn't. Your legs weren’t responding and seconds later, you bursted into tears. You were scared. So scared.

Donghyuck had been replaying Friday’s night in his head during the whole weekend. He couldn't stop thinking about you and how good your lips felt against his skin. He hated himself so much for not being able to forget it.

On Monday he barely saw you and he hated it. He got you were busy but Donghyuck needed, at least, to talk to you and hear your voice and he didn't get that.

After he ate lunch, he returned and stood in the same place he had been standing all morning, hoping you’d get out of your office and going somewhere where you two could talk but didn't happen.

Donghyuck checked his watch on his left wrist and frowned. It was almost 2 pm and you hadn't had lunch yet. He turned and knocked at the door twice and he didn't get any response. He knocked one more time and decided to open it when you didn't respond again.

And that's when he saw you on the floor, crying and shaking. Donghyuck almost ran to you and kneeled in front of you cupping your face. “(Y/N)? What happened? Are you hurt?”

You choked on your words and got closer to him, holding him tight. He held you instantly and placed a hand on your head. “Talk to me, what happened, baby?” Donghyuck whispered in your ear.

The letter still sat on your desk.

Sungho was on the phone to the police while you sat with your arms wrapped around Donghyuck who was simply staring at the offensive stationary. Less than twenty minutes later the entire apartment was invaded by police, looking for clues to who had left it for you.

“Miss (Y/LN)” the Captain took the seat across from you, “Are you okay?”

You lifted your chin slightly, “I’m better, Captain. Just angry and scared at whoever sent this.”

He didn’t miss the way you kept your eyes averted from the piece of paper.

“They didn’t send it, (Y/L/N),” he stated, “It was an inside job"

You took in a sharp breath and Donghyuck held you tighter.

“I suggest you hire more security. My men will be here as well,” he  told you, “But I can’t leave them here indefinitely.”

You nodded. "Thanks, captain."

When the police left, Donghyuck and Sungho decided it was the best to leave the office and you obeyed them. When you got home, Donghyuck told you to change the passcodes of every door in your house and he’d stay there until they knew who had sent the letter. You agreed since you didn't want to be alone in your house.

When you got home you did what Donghyuck told you and changed every passcode. You sighed and hugged yourself. You felt exhausted.

Donghyuck approached you and looked at you. “You feel better?”

“Kinda,” you admitted. “My head is killing me.”

“Why don’t you go and take a bath while I make something for you to eat?” He caressed your cheek with his right thumb. “You need to eat something.”

You nodded. “Thank you. I’ll be right back.”

“Take your time,” he placed a kiss on your forehead and you wrapped your arms around his waist.

“Is there a chance you could come with me?”

“Not even the slightest,” he now kissed your cheek.

You sighed. “Fine. I’ll be right back.”

You looked at yourself in the mirror and furrowed. Did you deserve this? Maybe. Was he maybe behind the letter? You didn't think so.

When you sold Kim Doyoung that powerful software one year back he was clear he wouldn't even bother you. Did he maybe hear about your meeting with the Prime Minister? Did he know you were about to sell him off so you could do business with the government?

Donghyuck was chopping some vegetables and couldn't stop thinking who could be behind the letter. It was not certainly your father since he had hired him to kill you, but who was it?

You were clean. Way too clean.

Unless… you werent.

You came back downstairs and smiled when you found Doyoung in your kitchen. You could get used to that.

"What am I protecting you from (Y/N)?" he asked softly after you two finished eating, trying to meet your gaze as you looked at him over the brim of your glass. "What is it that you're not telling me?"

You blinked a few times. "What do you mean?"

Donghycuk sighed and repeated his question.

You didn't reply. You just stood up, placing your glass down silently before you walked towards the kitchen.

Donghyuck followed you without second thought, cornering you again in the hallway leading towards the kitchen. "What are you hiding from me?" he demanded, his hand pushing against your chest and pressing you against the wall. "I want the truth."

"It's... nothing," you came in the response and it only served to infuriate him more.

Donghyuck wanted to scream at you until you told him the truth, but as you stood there, staring into his eyes and standing close enough to feel your breath on his face... Instead, he did something that surprised both of you.

Lee Donghyuck kissed you.

It was impulsive and it was reckless. It took you a second to come to terms with what was happening but your lips were moving against Donghyuck in perfect synchronisation, your lips slotting together like they’ve always meant to be like that.

Donghyuck felt like his entire body was doused in gasoline and you had the match, every inch of him ready to combust. His heart raced as the adrenaline ran through his veins and he couldn't help but note that this feeling was so addictive he didn't think he would ever be able to stop if he didn't right now.

Donghyuck loved how heavenly his lips felt against yours, how warm your touch was and how it sent electricity coursing through his vein each time your soft fingers explored a new part of his body.

You were the one to pull apart and as much as Donghyuck hated it, he felt a pang of disappointment. "Trust me."

Donghyuck swallowed and looked at your swollen red lips. "I would never forgive myself if something happens to you."

"I'm gonna be fine. You're with me." You looked at him.

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