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heartpiratedrabbles · 3 months

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Insecurities Part 4

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Buggy X Fem Reader

You were starting to calm down the closer you got to Gin’s house. You’d somehow made it home before sundown and were quite happy at the idea of taking over the later show for the night. As you walk in there is very clearly one thing that strikes you, “Benji what did you do to your hair!” It was a mess, he was already reckless with his hair, sometimes teasing it to go every which way. But right now, it was frizzy and very clearly haphazardly cut. One side was the length it was when you had left and then it abruptly got short, jaggedly getting longer around his head.

“Oops, thought you wouldn’t notice so quickly,” Benji beamed smiling up at you and even Azure snorted at the absurd thought, “I got in a lil trouble but it’s fine!” He reassured while spinning to show no other ailments besides the renegade hair.

You sigh going to Gin’s storage closest and grabbing a box with some stylist scissors, “Well I can’t have you going around like that, sit down.” You scold both of them over being reckless as you cut his hair into something much more manageable for the more reckless of the two boys.

You swipe some stray hair’s off Benji’s shoulder before asking them if they’d like to go home for the night. Gin wasn’t home yet but you’re sure he wouldn’t be worried knowing you were coming home today.

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“Mistress Zazel! I’m glad to see you made if back safely, although a little earlier than planned,” You wave your hand as acknowledgement towards your bookkeeper Mertle but motion your head towards the boys in your arms. Despite them being 5 and rather large, you were still able to carry them with ease, one over each shoulder as they had started to fall asleep on the walk over, one after the other asking to be picked up before passing out. It was a little strange that they were asleep this early, they were used to staying up for the shows, but you assumed it was just a nap from the excitement of the day.

He bows his head before getting closer to talk to you, “It does seem like the boys have angered another person, He was asking about one of them today, although that was about an hour ago. So, I’m not sure if he’s still around” He whispered, opening doors to the sleeping quarters for you.

“Thank you for the warning, I’ll take care of it, also let the crew know I’ll be leading the show tonight” You whisper before heading to your apartmentlike quarters. You tuck both your boys into bed before heading out to look for the angry customer, most of the time people would calm down enough when you appeared in front of them to forget their transgressions, others demanding compensations, and depending on the situation sometimes a fight. You were happy to oblige most anyone’s concern, and were always thrilled for a fight, staying on land for so long had made you miss the sea and the battles that came with it.

You go towards the rehearsal tents, it’s where most people sent the angry customers to wait for you, looking for a disgruntled person. But after a while you couldn’t find anything and went to go prepare for the show. Nothing could take your mind off of stress more than preforming, it’s when you felt the freest. The lights, the costumes, the applause of it all.

Your boys were allowed to come with you every now and then, but only for special occasions. Most of the time it was the side acts and smaller shows that you allowed them to take part in. You’re sure this little sleep would only be a quick nap and hoped they’d wake up by the end of the show to meet you rather than go off causing mischief.

~~~

Buggy gave up looking for the boys after it was clear that every child he saw, was not imitating his look or making fun of his nose. He pulled his cloaks hood up and decided to buy a ticket for the main event. It had been a while since he’d seen another circus act, maybe he could scope out talent for his own crew. And this Zazel had become a bit of a hot commodity at the beginning of the Grand Line, most people called her show a celebration of making it safely into dangerous waters, and He was curious as to what so many people had been saying about it.

Sitting down in the middle of the crowd, where he thought he’d get the best view he looked around. It was certainly a stationary set-up; the building may give the look and feel of a tent but Buggy could see how the wooden supports and walls were hidden by fabric draping about. He looked up and towards the walls where there was walk ways high above everyone, lights and fixtures attached every couple of feet. He’d give it to them, the set up was truly ideal, it didn’t seem like there was a single bad seat in the house.

Before he could look around more the lights dimmed and a spotlight turned on in the center of the arena. Music had amped up the great reveal for there to be nothing, a missed cue. Amateur. The music took a dip and the spot light turned off before they began again, still nothing. Then, without a beat the music amped up, the spotlight flashing a bit before a woman falls from the ceiling in an aerial silk, barely missing the ground by inches. The wide smile evident on her face as she swon high in the air, jumping out without any supports much higher than any sane person would do. And yet Buggy was amazed to see her somehow fall gracefully and landing with barely any disruption to the sand on the ground.

Buggy’s breath hitches as she stands up and takes a few bows towards the crowds while applause and cheers go wild, “I am Mistress Zazel” the women stands straight up, both hands going into the air as lights go wild and other acts swing in view, or move around. So many small details grouping of people that no one could watch them all. And despite that, Buggy’s eyes were fixed on the woman, they were fixed on you, how you shined so brightly. “And this is my Dazzling Circus!”

The juggling of knives, fire eating, and trapeze had dazzled people enough that they forgot of the world outside as the show continued. The entire time Buggy focused on you, on your ringmaster costume with a top hat that had to have been clipped into your hair. He watched as you moved in your own dance on stage, around the people, hyping everyone up before getting into your own routine. The shoe’s you worn looking dangerously high yet fits your perfectly.

Soon enough the show was over and Buggy had realized he hadn’t seen anything else but you, but just as how you appeared on stage in a blink of an eye, you disappeared. He was one of the first people to stand up to leave, rushing to try and find you.

The crowds around making it hard to move he was getting angry. He breathed in, I know where she is. She can’t just leave, it’s alright if I don’t find her right away, he rationalized while slowing down. There’d be plenty of time to get to you. Just as he was calming his anger down, he felt a slight jostle of his pocket and looked down.

~~~

Azure and Benji had woken up just in time for the crowds to leave the main tent. They both decided to see who get the most on their way to their mom’s private tent and went in similar directions, targeting different people.

The crowds had gotten thick which was perfect for them and Azure decided that the tall man in a fur coat would be the perfect target, after all anyone hiding their identity had secrets and treasures to hide. He snickered at the thought of finding a big score.

But just as he passed by the man, delicately grabbing the first thing in the man’s pocket, he felt a hand grab his collar. He was lifted into the air, legs kicking underneath him and he realized there was no arm attached to the hand holding him up. “There you are, you brat,” An angry voice came out before Azure looked up, making direct eye contact with the man they had stolen from just hours before.

He gulped, letting out a small whine for help as the disembodied hand shook the boy slightly, “Who do you think you are stealing from me twice?” Azure was the shy, timid one of the two twins and had only stayed silent in fear at the danger he sees in front of him. And despite all that he was also amazed at how similar his face was, the pictures on the bounty poster he had gotten glances off didn’t truly show off the clown’s true features.

“And what’s with that ridiculous nose?! Are you making fun of me?” Some of the acts and tent merchants had started to make their way to the commotion.

Azure finally snapped out of his state at the last comment, “My nose isn’t weird! Mom says it’s beautiful!” He cried out trying to punch and kick the man in front of him, tears brimming his eyes.

Before Buggy could say or do anything more someone grabbed Azure and pried his shirt loose from Buggy’s grasp while another person had gripped the clowns’ shoulders. Azure turned to grab onto Antonette, a sword swallower, burying his face into her shoulder. “I’m sorry sir, but if you’d like to make a complaint, we’ll have to direct you to our main office,” The strongman act, Hubert, says while gripping Buggy’s shoulder with brute force.

Buggy was angry, but he didn’t like the subtle circle of people surrounding him, and the boy had been whisked away in a blink of an eye. Benji following behind his brother to make sure he was alright. Angrily Buggy replies, “Well take me to whoever’s in charge then!” It seems like the boy was a part of this circus, he could at least bargain to try and get his belongs back, maybe even fight a person or two. The thought of you being in charge had completely left his mind at how angry the kid had made him.

~~~

“Mistress Zazel.” An exasperated voice came through the tent that made you sigh, you had just gotten changed into a less revealing costume and called for the person to continue, knowing it had something to do with your boys “A uh. An angry customer grabbed Azure; we have him in Holding Tent 7 for you.”

Your blood boiled at the news, swinging the fabric open, coming face to face with Mertle who seemed to have known you’d be pissed, “And why did this dearest customer dare to grab my boy?”

“He seems to be the man from before. Claims that they stole from him twice today.” You let out a breath. “Antonette has both boys in her tent for now, neither of them seems to be injured in the slightest,” He adds in the report to try and make you calm down. You start walking with Mertle towards the Holding Tents. They were called tents, but they were much more akin too private rooms that locked. You had decorated them to look like small training areas for your own amusement but it had come in handy with calming some people down in the past, or of course taking care of said patrons. Mertle had been one of your first business partners and he took his job to heart, everyone in this circus did, and most people who had been here since the beginning looked after your boys as if they were their own. But you couldn’t help but feel that Mertle was holding onto some information, regardless you were about to teach another patron a lesson.

As you passed by a couple of your main acts there were whispers about having to get ready for a body clean up. You were approaching the tent quickly and could see two people guarding the entrance, you usher them to open up and your let in, the door quickly closing behind you.

The man in question had his arms crossed and was huffing in anger, back turned towards you. You take a running start, the man turning around at the sudden noise, and take a good hard punch at his face, covering your fist in Haki as you make contact, your blinding rage not granting you a look at his face.

To your surprise the punch didn’t knock the man out, it had barely forced him to turn in the direction you hit. The sudden realization of a couple of blue strands popping out from the hood, making you freeze. The man took advantage of your frozen state and grabbed both your hands, pushing you to the ground, restraining you.

And just as you had frozen at the sight of just his hair, you were now face to face with the man you still loved. The one you watched from afar but never tried to contact after he had kicked you out. Emotions overfilled you and you clenched your jaw to try and stop from crying.

Buggy, on the other hand, had been just as surprised as you, he had somehow forgotten he was following you when the blind rage of boys making fun of his look had walked by. And now here you were. Alive and well. Pinned underneath him. He stared at your features, holding in his breath in case it was a dream. His eyes glance at your features that he had memorized from your wanted poster, but none of it could compare to the real you, the one that had aged slightly since the last time he had seen you.

Overwhelmed with emotions himself he did the only thing he could think to do and slammed his lips against yours in a deep desperation as tears pricked his own eyes. You tensed up at the sudden contact, you weren’t sure what to do, your mind was flashing through the pain he had forced you to go through. You clenched your eyes shut, streams of tears falling down the sides of your face as your lips began to quivers.

Buggy, leaned his forehead against yours, “Doll…” His voice was just above a whisper as he called you, “Please Doll,” The voice you heard sounded broken and you slowly opened your eyes, staring into his own. You were shocked to see tears falling down his own face, a trickle of water going from his eyes to his nose, a drop falling on you, “I’m so sorry Y/N” he cried out while staring right at you. Your heart skipping beats as your mind became confused, “I am such an idiot,” He continued, his grip on you loosening.

You looked down his face, he looked like a toddler who gotten his candy stolen, it was an ugly crying face for sure and you couldn’t help but hold in a chuckle as your mind continued to race of what was happening. “Y/N, I love you. I’ve always loved you. I’m sorry.” You couldn’t tell if the tears drenching your face were your own or the man’s above you but your heart ached at every word, he was saying to you, “I don’t know how I could ever make it up to you” Your noses were touching now and you were sure that his face paint had gotten on your own forehead. “I’ve been looking for you for so long Darling, I’m sorry,” He was blurting things out faster now.

You sucked in a breath to calm yourself down, you couldn’t stop the tears from falling but you could stop your face from scrunching up in the same way Buggy’s was. You slowly move your hands to either side of his ugly crying face and smooshed it together a bit as you wiped tears from under his eyes. Smiling a bit at how he willingly let you move him around as he continued to cry. He tried to apologize again even has his lips were puckered out like a fish with how you were holding him and you take one more final breath before pulling him in, kissing him yourself.

This is not how Buggy pictured your reunion. He had pictured something less…. Pathetic. He didn’t want to cry, or show you his weak side. He wanted to come and sweep you off your feet, gently demanding you to join him at his side again.

He hadn’t expected to be punched by you the second you saw him, and he was even more shocked to know that it was you who had punched him, he was expecting someone else entirely, security perhaps, but not you. You had sent his rage into desperate desire to be by your side again he was overwhelmed. He had pinned you down without realizing it was you but the second he caught your eyes; he couldn’t stop himself from initiating a kiss. He couldn’t miss his chance to feel you lips on his again, even if just this one time. And as he pulled away the tear ducts started flowing, there was no stopping them and he could only think of the sorrow he had felt these past years before thinking of how much despair you yourself had been in.

He didn’t understand what you were doing to his face, he knew he was a sobbing mess and he was only expecting another punch, or at the very least a push away. He didn’t deserve you; he’ll never be worthy of you. He had truly ruined the chance he had with the love of his life and seeing you were mere inches from him again made him emotional. He was even more shocked when you pulled his face in, to kiss him yourself. Your own kiss being a desperate and hesitant one, that got stronger as time went by.

When you finally pulled back, slightly gasping for air you finally let out a small wail that you didn’t know you had in you. Buggy wrapped his arms around you sitting up as you fisted his shirt in your hands. Pressing your face into his chest, “You’re awful.” You beat on his chest as he hugged you closer letting all your pain out. He stroked your hair as he agreed with you, and that he didn’t deserve to be forgiven. After swearing him out between your sobs, “I’ve missed you so much” he squeezed you as tight as he could at your words, “I didn’t think you wanted to see me ever again.”

“Doll if only you knew how much I tried looking for you…” He whispered while rocking you back and forth. He added it was his own fault for this.

By the time you had both calmed down there was snot all over his shirt and bruises on his chest from where you were pounding him. He was silent and glanced at you, his make-up an absolute mess and you snorted between a few of your sniffles, “You look ridiculous.”

“You don’t look any better Doll.” But he quickly shut himself up, looking at you with what you could describe as puppy-dog like eyes, shifting back and forth slightly.

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“We want to see mom!” Benji yelled at Antonette who was starting to pull her hair out from the twins’ behavior.

“You know the rules. When she’s dealing with an unruly customer you have to wait until the noise stops,” you never stopped them from seeing blood and gore, but you had set a rule that they couldn’t see how it had happened. Not yet at least. And thankfully everyone in your crew agreed with the sentiment, although some would prefer to shield their eyes, the boys were the ones who continuously tried to see it.

“How are we supposed to know when the noise stops if we aren’t near the tent!” Azure exclaimed pulling on a curtain, digging his feet into the sand as he let the weight of his body fall.

“Besides, I don’t want this one to die!” Benji yelled out and Antonette gave him a strange eyebrow, “He was too interesting! He looked like us!”

Antonette snorted at the comment, “If you mean like a clown that should worry you even more, you don’t come to a circus looking like a clown if you aren’t apart of it, that’s just weird.” Benji sat on her feet and hugged them, “You ain’t getting sympathy from me pal, we aren’t going until someone fetches us.” She crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair.

But as her back met the chair she heard a snicker and looked around, without her realizing it, Azure had taken down an entire curtain and was in the process of wrapping it around her. She tries to stand up, only to realize that Benji had already restrained her feet together with a small amount of rope. “Sorry Netty!” Azure yells as she watches them leave while she was yelling after them.

They sneak around, avoiding any gaze from their many babysitters until they make their way to Tent 7. They see Mertle in front of it sitting on a stool while going through a ledger. The twins look at each other and nod.

Azure stays behind the corner while Benji makes his way to Mertle, the man looks up surprised to see the boy, “Why aren’t you with Antonette?” He asks quizzically. He closes the book, standing up.

“Netty left us. There was a loud noise and angry yelling and she went to go check it out-“ Benji sniffles a bit, “And now I can’t find Azure and. And” Mertle looks startled at the normally overconfident boy starting to cry.

“Hey. Hey wait. Let’s go look for them alright?” Mertle goes to pick the boy up but Benji nods before running in the opposite direction as Azure. “Hey, Benji, Wait up you shouldn’t be alone” And with that Azure goes to the tent.

As per usual, the door is locked but he makes quick work of unlocking it. Benji already beside him again, leaning against the door to try and listen in on what’s happening. They can hear Mertle yelling in the background but the man hasn’t thought to look where he had just been. “Got it!” Azure says happily while turning the door knob.

“Hey mom did you kill the guy yet?” Benji clammers out as the door opens and he falls to the ground.

“Yea, this one was interesting we don’t want him dead” Azure adds as he trips over his older brother.

~~~

You two had decided to talk for a bit, his legs in a v shape as you sat on top of him, with your own legs outstretched behind him. Your hands on his shoulder so you could shake or hit him whenever you wanted which he happily obliged too. You had demanded to know how much he missed you, enjoying the groveling man and letting it heal your broken heart slightly.

He had regaled to you how he’d only become more infamous with a higher bounty in hopes of finding you, every island, ship, or marine base, destroyed or conquered in search of you. You didn’t know how you felt yet. You loved him, you missed him. And here he was right in front of you, begging and apologizing to you, telling you how much he loves you. And yet you couldn’t quite figure out if you could accept it. It had been years, and your heart ached to be with him, but was it right?

You lean back, placing a hand on the Buggy’s leg behind you while brushing another hand through your hair, just as you let a sigh out you hear something from behind you. Looking behind you, you see Benji had fallen to the ground first, likely just falling from leaning on the door, while Azure had made it another step into the door way but fell over his brother, eating sand on his way down. Both of them clamoring out words you could barely understand.

“Hey what have I told you two about disrupting Mommy’s work?” You scolded them, momentarily forgetting the man you were sitting on top of.

“Did they just say kill?” You straighten your back as you remember your predicament, “Did they just say mom?” You turn back to look at Buggy. “Did you just say mommy?” His thoughts were reeling, processing everything. He looked over your shoulder to see the brat, or rather brats from earlier. He thinks of his last interaction with one of them, and the words the boy had said before being whisked away, My nose isn’t weird! Mom says it’s beautiful! You tense as you watch Buggy’s face slowly put the dots together, your face turning a slight shade of red, “Are those brats…” He points to them, “My brats?” and points to himself.

The look on his face slightly in awe but mainly unreadable and you swallowed a bit and nodded. “They’re named Benji and Azure,” You croak out. You didn’t know how he’d react to realizing he was a father. You gripped his leg a bit and rub your arm with your free hand. The boys still coughing up a storm behind you from when they ate the ground.

Buggy studies the two boys, in all their clumsy glory. Azures Blue hair slightly loose from a pony tail, but well maintained and Benji covered in dirt as he goes to pull at his brothers’ hair. They both seem to have forgotten their original mission, rather focusing on who tripped who. And to your surprise he turns to you with a grin across his face, “Aw Doll, why didn’t you tell me” He wrapped his arms around you and put his head into your shoulder before he slumps over a little bit, “I made you go through this alone,” He whispered.

You still weren’t quite sure how to act, what to say, what to do. But you felt a little relieved at how Buggy was acting. You could still hear your boys arguing behind you and decided to slowly wrap your arms around Buggy. “They act a lot like you…” You whisper, as you can still hear the boys arguing with each other.

Buggy straightened up a bit coughing a bit and avoiding eye-contact, “Maybe. Maybe they could learn a thing or two from their dad.” You were silent, more shocked than anything else at how eager he seemed at the idea, “O-only if you allow me.” He had taken your silence as a soft rejection and tried to reassure you he didn’t want to force anything.

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“No you grabbed my ankle!” Azure yelled as he tugged at his brother’s ear, trying to punch him. Benji had an iron grip on his hair as he proclaimed that Azure was the one that had tripped him. Both boys throwing punches and barely landing any in their tangled situation.

“Boys!” The two immediately stopped, going to stand up straight and wiping any sand or dirt off of themselves at the voice of their mother. They both looked up at similar times and fully took in the sight in front of them, you had turned your body enough to see them and were scowling. Meanwhile the man you were sitting on had been looking at both of them in awe, perhaps a little nervous as he flicked his eyes between the boys and you. “Come meet-“ You had stopped halfway through your sentence realizing what you were about to say and a heavy blush filled your cheeks.

You didn’t need to finish the sentence for them to understand though as both boys ran up on either side of you with curiosity filling their eyes. “Are you, our dad!?” Benji asked while tugging at Buggy’s sleeve, Azure giving him puppy eyes as the two boys stared at the man.

Buggy flipped his head to look at both boys before looking back at you, only to see you had turned your head to the corner to avoid eye contact, but even he knew it was out of embarrassment over anything else. “You have our nose! It’s real!” Azure beamed happily at the man as he poked the nose and even Buggy was flustered at the situation.

“Would you like it if I were your dad?” Buggy finally spoke cautiously, eyeing you every now and then to make sure he didn’t cross any lines. And you couldn’t help but let out a small snort as you saw admiration in Azure’s eyes as Benji had a wide smile.

You watch as Buggy, still very overwhelmed with emotions look to you for approval and you just give the slightest nod. Within a moment Buggy’s arms had wrapped around all three of you and squeezed you tightly making you gasp. “I’m gonna need to teach you two how to do make-up properly,” Was the first thing he said proudly still not letting go, “Cause whatever I saw this morning was god awful.” You could hear as Azure muffled his laugh into his fathers’ clothes and Benji straighten up a bit at the comment.

As Buggy loosens his grip on all three of you, “I told you it looked awful!” Azure gleefully proclaimed while looking at his brother, who in turn tried to climb between you and Buggy to get at his brother.

Buggy laughed before grabbing both of them tightly on either side of him, “I see they like to fight.”

“Well, who do you think they got it from?” you laughed, relaxing quite a bit at the display in front of you.

Just as you were enjoying the moment you heard the door swing open behind you, “M-Mistress Zazel I have horrible news. The Boys they’re miss-“ You look behind you to see Mertle in a frantic state, stopping at the sight in front of him.

“Ah, don’t worry ‘bout it. The boys are with me.” You say waving him away, “Everyone’s dismissed for the night. No need for ‘clean-up’.” And Mertle gapes his mouth open but is able to let out an okay closing the door behind him.

“Were you gonna kill me doll?” Buggy let the boys go to gingerly place a hand under your chin, making you turn towards him as he leans in closer.

“Well, you did attack my boys” You smile glancing at his lips before looking at his eyes leaning in closer.

But just as your lips brushed against each other, Benji, not understanding anything, loudly shouts, “Mama kills anyone who touches us!”

“Yea! You woulda been number 34!” Azure agrees while beaming up at their father. Both boys trying to climb on top of Buggy as though he was a jungle gym.

“I see we have quite the trouble makers,” He smiles leaning close for an actual kiss that you happily accept.

#One Piece #One Piece X Reader #Buggy #Buggy the Clown #Buggy X Reader #Part 4

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sailor-aviator · 7 months

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Don't Hang'em Til Noon: Chapter One

Pairing: Jake "Hangman Seresin x Reader

Summary: Jake "Hangman" Seresin is a notorious leader within the Dagger posse of the old western territories of the United States. You, a recently orphaned socialite from the eastern seaboard, find yourself swept off to live with your older brother who has set down roots in said western territory. Determined to to make the best of your situation, what will you do when said outlaw sets his sights on you?

Warnings: Language, reader being a tad bougie, flirty Jake, ogling men, use of y/n...I think that's it for this one?

Word Count: 2.95k

A/N: Here it is! Chapter One! I hope you all enjoy reading this! As always, likes and reblogs are very much welcome as I crave validation. And again, this blog is 18+!! You are responsible for your own reading! You can also find this story on AO3 written under sailor_aviator!

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People bustled about the small town as your carriage passed by. Children ran ahead of their parents, men stumbled out of what could only be the local tavern, and women dressed entirely too scantily waved at anyone who passes by. Frowning, you sat back in your seat, once again contemplating how you ended up in this situation. Peering out the window, you looked up to see a tall, wooden building painted in a fresh coat of white paint. Blue shutters hugged the windows along the walls, and a wooden sign with your family’s name hung just past the set of stairs. Most importantly, a tall man stood at the base of the steps, grinning from ear to ear.

A grin of your own broke out and the carriage had barely stopped before you’re throwing the door open and practically flinging yourself out and into the arms of the man before you.

“Benji!” you exclaimed with a laugh, hugging your brother tightly. He reciprocated with a chuckle, resting his cheek on top of your head.

“It’s good to see you too, Scout.”

It had been months since you had seen your brother. Benjamin had insisted on moving out west before you in order to get things settled. You were to stay home and oversee that your family’s heirlooms were shipped safely to your new home. That had been six months ago, and now here he stood before you, still clean shaven, but he had definitely developed a golden complexion during his time in the town of Maverick. Pursing your lips, you look up at him.

“Benjamin, how much time have you spent in the sun these past months?” you scolded. He had the decency to appear ashamed as he ducked his head down, offering you a sheepish smile.

“Longer than you would approve of, I’m sure y/n. But, the house needed seeing to and land was not going to till itself,” he smirked, taking your arm in his and walking up the steps of the building.

“The house?” you inquired with a raise of your eyebrow. Benjamin nodded enthusiastically.

“Yes! Oh, Scout. You’re going to love it! It’s a grand old thing. The furniture has already been placed, but of course you’re more than welcome to rearrange. I’ve even set aside a small plot by the side of the house for you to garden.”

“You have?” you asked as you walked into the building. A parlor of sorts greeted you with newly made furniture and various pieces of artwork hanging on the walls. A door opened up into the hallway that held, what you assumed, the offices for the firm.

“Oh, Benji,” you breathed, placing a hand over your heart. “Daddy would be so proud of this place.”

Benjamin’s chest puffed up in pride as he led you down the hall and into his office. You passed a woman who came out of the office closest to the door. She was beautiful with her dark hair pulled back and blue dress perfectly complimenting her complexion. She offered you a smile and then looked expectantly at your brother.

“Benjamin,” she began, “aren’t you going to introduce me?”

“Of course,” chuckled Benjamin. “Y/n, this is Natasha. Natasha, this is my younger sister, y/n.”

“Please, call me Phoenix,” she said, offering you a hand. You took it and gave it a firm shake. “A pleasure, Phoenix.”

“Your brother has been so excited to see you. All he ever does is talk about you! I feel like I’ve already known you for years,” she teased, causing your brother to blush. You chuckled and drop your hand back to your side.

“I know the feeling. He’s gone on and on about the ‘remarkable, young woman who I’ve had the great pleasure of taking on as my new secretary.’”

“Must you two tease me so?” Benjamin groaned, running a hand through his hair.

“I have work I need to return to anyway,” laughed Phoenix, already turning to head back to the entrance. “Don’t be a stranger now, y/n.”

“She seems nice,” you said to your brother once Phoenix had rounded the corner. Putting a hand on your back, Benjamin guided you into his office, taking the chair opposite you as you both sat down.

“She certainly keeps things interesting around here,” he laughed. You scoffed, thinking back to your earlier conversation with your driver.

“As if things need to be more interesting around here,” you muttered. Benjamin gave you a perplexed look, and you sighed.

“I know all about that…Dagger posse, Benji. Outlaws running about? Honestly, I don’t know how I let you talk me into coming here.”

“The Daggers are nothing to be concerned about,” he started, stopping when you shot him a skeptical look. Sighing, he continued, “They don’t usually cause trouble for those in town. Maverick has a sort of…truce with them.”

“Usually?” you questioned, still not convinced.

“There have been the odd occasions,” he stated slowly, seeming to pick his words carefully. “Usually when the odd person in town picks a fight or one of them gets too rowdy at the tavern. It’s nothing to concern yourself with, Scout. Really.”

“If you say so,” you relented, dropping the subject and looking out the window. Benjamin sighed in relief, and the pair of you sat in silence for a moment.

“I really am glad you’re here, Scout,” he said softly. Turning to meet your brother’s gaze, you saw the familiar fondness in them that you had missed the past six months. Benjamin was eight years your senior, and had declared himself as your protector from the second you were born. He had been one of the many constants in your life, and now he seemed to be the only one left.

Sighing, you replied, “You’ll have a lot more convincing to do in order to make me decided that this was a good idea.”

Benjamin cracked a smile, and placed his feet on his desk, leaning further back in his chair.

“I’m willing to do that,” he grinned.

“Get your feet off the desk, Benji,” you scowled. “We’re still civilized even if we’re living in the middle of nowhere.”

Ignoring you, Benjamin reached down to open a drawer, pulling out a packet of paper. Dropping the large stack onto the desk with a loud bang, he looked back up at you with a twinkle of mischief in his eyes.

“I’d love nothing more than for you to keep me company, Scout, but I still have paperwork I need to do before I’m finished for the day. If you’d like, you can sit here while I get it done, or you can get acquainted with the town you’ll be calling home.”

“Without an escort?” you spluttered, eyes widening in shock. Benjamin let out a hearty laugh, his head falling back as his shoulders shook.

“Welcome to the west, baby sister.”

You walked slowly down the dirt road that ran through the center of the bustling town. Each building is painted a different, bright color which made it easier to distinguish which business was which. A group of young boys suddenly ran in front of you, nearly knocking you to the ground. Stumbling back a few steps, you managed to regain your footing as the boys shouted an apology back at you from over their shoulders. Looking after them with a bemused look on your face, you felt a chill run up your spine as you hear a low chuckle from the porch of one of the buildings. Glancing up, you see two older men leering at you. Both missing several teeth and covered in layers of dirt, you suppressed a shudder as one of them gives you a gummy grin. Smiling politely, you quickly made your way down the road.

The sun was starting to set, and a chill now settled in the air. A stark contrast from the heat of that morning. Slowing to a stop, you watched as several men went around lighting the lanterns outside of their businesses and along the streets. At least some things were reminiscent of home.

Lost in thought, you didn’t notice the large figure walk up behind you. You jumped when said large figure bumps into your back. You spun around to come face to face with a beautiful, buckskin stallion. Placing a hand on your chest and letting out a sigh of relief, you gave a half hearted glare to the horse before you.

“You scared me,” you griped, earning an ear flick from the stallion. Turning to face the creature fully, you placed your hand gently on its snout, stroking lightly.

“My, aren’t you a pretty thing?” you cooed. The horse swung his head up and down as if nodding in agreement. You giggled, moving your hand to stroke his neck as he nuzzled into your hand.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t have anything for you,” you laughed, earning another ear flick. You wondered how long he had been left out here. The reins attached to his bridle were tied around a post along with three other horses who paid you no mind. Humming, you look into his eyes.

“You know,” you began thoughtfully, “it wasn’t even my idea to move here. I left all of my friends back in Baltimore. I would go to parties in the evening and go for a stroll in the park the next day. There’s none of that here, I’m sure. What even is there to do?”

The horse moved closer, pushing his head into your arms.

“Perhaps you’ll be my friend,” you mused. The horse lets out a snort and you laugh out a breath, smiling softly. Your father had loved horses, and he had made sure to pass on that love to his children. Many happy memories were made riding along the countryside of your family’s country home.

“You’re right,” you relented, “I doubt I’ll be seeing much of you after tonight.”

You continued to stroke the horse’s neck, murmuring soft praises as the large beast seemed to bask in the attention.

“Well, darlin’. There must be something special about you, huh?” came a male voice from behind you. You whipped around just as a sturdy body leans against the post. He was unbelievably handsome. Gold hair complimented golden skin, and green eyes held twinkles of mirth and mischief with a smirk to match. He wore a simple, white cotton shirt with a brown vest and wool pants. His boots and the blue bandana tied around his neck looked a little worse for wear. You blink as you realize that you’ve been staring for longer than would be deemed appropriate.

“I’m sorry?” you questioned, still caught in a daze at the beautiful man before you. You didn’t even think men like him existed in this part of the world. The man gestured to the horse you were still cuddled up by.

“Whiskey here doesn’t warm up to just anyone,” he grinned, resting a hand next to yours. “In fact, he doesn’t like much of anyone accept me.”

You didn’t answer, not sure how to respond. Instead, you turned your attention back to Whiskey who was attempting to nibble at the strands of hair that had fallen out of your updo. Giggling lightly, you pushed the horse away and take a half step back.

The man took a half step closer to you, the grin having given way to a salacious smirk. “I haven’t seen you ‘round these parts before. You new in town?”

“Yes,” you answered politely. “I just arrived here.”

“Figured,” he chuckled. “I would have remembered seeing someone as pretty as you walkin’ around.”

You blushed, suddenly unable to maintain eye contact. This seemed to embolden the stranger.

“So, sugar,” he started, “how much for your debut?”

You looked at him with eyebrows furrowed. “What?”

Chuckling, he continued. “How much is it going to cost me to have you in my bed for the hour?”

Surely you had misheard him.

“I beg your pardon?”

“C’mon, honey. It’ll be worth your while,” he smirked, running his eyes up and down your form. “Promise it’ll be good for you too. Hell, I’ll even pay for the night.”

You felt your cheeks heat up with embarrassment, and in a most completely undignified manner, you began to splutter, trying to maintain your sense of calm while feeling a red hot wave of rage overtake you.

“How dare you!” you shrieked. You saw the smirk on the stranger’s face falter. Good.

“What’s the matter, darlin’?”

“The matter,” you seethed, “is that you have just assumed that I am some woman of ill repute, sir.”

He paused, studying you. “Well, I just figured since you were dressed up so pretty, it must have been to draw in customers.”

“I’m not a whore!” you shouted, drawing looks from passersby. The man held up his hands in surrender. In any other situation it would have been almost comical how frightened he seemed of you considering how he towered over you.

“My sincerest apologies, miss,” he offered, trying to hold back a grin. You turned to walk back towards your brother’s firm with a scowl. Stopping, you peered over your shoulder, fixing the stranger with another glare.

“I would advise you, Mr…?”

“Seresin. Jake Seresin.”

“Mr. Seresin,” you breathed. “I would advise you to not make such horrible assumptions next time you come across a woman you don’t know.”

You didn’t wait for his response as you continued walking. You hadn’t made it ten steps before a shadow blocks the last remaining rays of the sun from your field of view.

“What are you doing, Mr. Seresin?”

“Call me Jake,” he smirked. You frowned up at him, stopping in your tracks to face him.

“I most certainly will not,” you huffed. “Now answer my question.”

Jake stared at you for what felt like entirely too long, and you started to fidget under his gaze.

“Well, since I accidentally insulted you,” he cocked his head at your glare, “I figured the least I could do is walk you to wherever it is you’re going.”

“While I appreciate the gesture,” you said with gritted teeth and a polite smile, “that is entirely unnecessary.”

“Nonsense,” Jake chirped, “what kind of gentleman would I be if I allowed a beautiful young lady to walk around unescorted through town?”

You gave him a dubious look which only caused the smirk on his face to grow into a full blown grin. Huffing once more, you turned back towards the path and began walking. Jake slid up to your side smoothly and offered you his arm. You scoffed at him, and he raised his eyebrows. Scowling, you took his arm and tried your damndest to ignore the obnoxious grin on your companion’s face. It took you only minutes to arrive back at the firm, and you turned to face Jake who glanced from the firm back to you.

“The lawyer?” he questioned, an unreadable expression on his face.

“Yes,” you stated simply, stepping away from him to put some distance between the two of you. Jake crossed his arms and stared up at the building.

“You come here to join your fiancé?” he asked, tone even and face still unreadable.

Surely he wasn’t... “Are you jealous, Mr. Seresin?”

Jake looked at you then, jaw set and green eyes ablaze. “Answer the question, darlin’.”

You shook your head. “No. I’m not even engaged. Benjamin is my brother.”

He seemed to relax at that. He gave you another look that you couldn’t quite place before shifting back to his now familiar smirk.

“I don’t think I got the pleasure of your name, sugar.”

“I highly doubt you’ll need it,” you stated simply. He raised an eyebrow.

“And why is that?”

“Because I don’t believe our paths will cross again, Jake,” you said, lips curling in a small smile.

“Ah, that’s no fair, darlin’. All I want to know is your name,” he grinned, leaning in so close that you could feel his breath fan across your face. Your own breath catches as you locked eyes with him.

“Just my name?” you whispered. He nods.

“Just your name.”

At that moment, your brother and Phoenix chose to walk out the door, stopping in their tracks at the sight before them.

“Scout?” Benjamin said hesitantly at the same time Phoenix said your name. Jake’s eyes shifted to the pair, and that smirk settled on his face once more. His eyes flickered back to you as he leaned away and you found that you were able to breathe normally once again.

“Y/n, huh?” he chuckled. Then he cocked his head and gave you a mirthful look. “Or is it Scout?”

“It’s neither to you,” you scowled, causing him to let out another laugh.

Benjamin walked quickly down the steps and down to your side where he leveled Jake with a stare.

“How can we be of service, Hangman?” he asked tensely, and you looked up at him with a puzzled expression. Hangman? But that was the name of…

Your head whipped back around to look at Jake who just grinned at your brother before shooting you a wink.

“Just escorting your sister back to your door, Benjamin. Wouldn’t want anyone getting the wrong idea, would we?” he grins, not taking his eyes off of you. Benjamin stiffened beside you.

“Yes, well,” he began, “thank you, Hangman. It’s greatly appreciated.”

“Anytime,” replied Jake, already turning to walk back. He gave you another wink. “I’ll be seeing you around then, Scout.”

And with that, he turned on his heels and walked away. The three of you watched him walk away in silence. What on earth had just happened?

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befuddled-calico-whump · 8 days

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WAIT continuing the caretaking thought. putting ander with jer or benji!!! maybe through some anon magic they rescue him from vic‘s training……

How could he look so small?

Well, Sahota was usually small, at least in comparison to Jericho, but he carried himself with an air of power and confidence that had the crew looking past his lean frame.

This Sahota didn't have any of that. He was younger, somehow, so much younger. His hair was longer and his face was softer and his expression was full of fear, but it was unmistakeably him. Same eyes. Same scar running from top to bottom lip, though it looked fresher here.

It seemed impossible. Jer had just seen Sahota that morning at breakfast, where he'd instructed the crew to self-train for the rest of the day.

"Vic and I will be out. Don't make any trouble."

But impossible or not, the terrified kid in front of him was very much real. He was partially hidden by a weight rack, his back flush with the wall as he stared up at Jericho, almost like he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

Jer couldn't blame him. Whether he was here through dimension magic, or time travel, or whatever, that didn't matter right now. He'd been somehow displaced, and didn't seem to know what to do about it. He knelt on the ground, holding up both hands.

"Hey..." he called out softly. "Are you alright? Can you come out?"

Sahota didn't move. Jericho inched forwards, and the kid flinched back.

"I... Please. I'm tired. I... I can't do this again. Please, j-just stay back."

Again? Jericho nodded, scooting back to where he'd started.

"Okay," he said, swallowing. "I'm not going to hurt you. I'm just trying to figure out what's going on. Do you remember how you got here?"

Sahota shook his head. Okay, that made two of them.

"Are you hurt at all?"

That didn't get an answer. The kid dropped his gaze, shoulders bunching up defensively.

"Who are you?" he said after a moment. "Why are you here?"

"My name's Jericho. I'm here to train for a mission." With you. Older you. He left that part out. One thing at a time. "Do you live here?"

"Yeah." There was another silence between them. "Did... Did Shepard bring you here?"

Shepard. Wasn't that Vic's last name? "Uh, yeah. He did."

That did not have the intended effect. Sahota seemed to shrink back further, eyes darting around like he was searching for an escape. "Please," he choked out. "H-he said I could have a break, he said---"

"Hey, hey, it's okay. I'm not doing anything. I won't even move if you don't want me to, I..." he exhaled. "I'm here to help. I don't know what's going on, but I want to help you. Okay?"

He wasn't sure he'd get an answer, but after a long pause, he heard a small okay.

Whew. Now what? What could he even do about this? He didn't have the power to send him back to wherever he came from. And why was he so afraid? He already knew Vic, he already seemed to live here. The only new factor was Jericho, and the kid was acting like he was a trap ready to be sprung. And the fact that he'd dodged the question about being hurt...

"Hey. Do you mind coming out here? I won't touch you or anything, I just want to make sure you're not injured."

He was once again met with a long silence, but after a moment, Sahota began to crawl out from behind the weight rack. Almost right away, Jericho's gaze landed on the bruise on his jaw, then trailed just below that, to the faint purples that ringed his throat.

More than just the visible wounds, he moved like he was in pain. Stiff and stilted and slow.

"What happened?" he murmured. He'd seen his Sahota banged up before, but it was so much more jarring to see it on this younger version.

The kid froze, wincing as he lowered himself into a seated position. "There... there was a break in."

Maybe that was why he was so jumpy. It made sense, especially if it was recent enough that he was still sporting injuries from it.

"Well, I can promise you I didn't break in," Jericho said lightly. "Vic... uh, Shepard invited me for my computer skills."

Sahota nodded, uncertainty on his face. "And you're not here for me at all?"

Back to that. What did it mean? Something in the way he said it was concerning, but instead of questioning it, Jer only shook his head. "I'm not. I didn't even know you'd be here."

He seemed to relax a little at that. "Okay."

One step in the right direction. Jer held out a hand, careful not to move too quickly.

"Want help getting somewhere comfier? Looks like you need some rest."

Sahota stared at his open palm. He didn't move to take it.

"We can stay here too, if you'd rather," Jericho offered. It wasn't a permanent solution. They couldn't stay in the gym forever, and this Sahota would eventually have to be introduced to the idea that he'd been displaced, either temporally or dimensionally. But... baby steps.

"If I come with you... what happens?"

Well, hopefully you take a nap. Maybe get an ice pack for those bruises. But Jer only shrugged. "I can probably make you some hot chocolate? Not sure if Vi-Shepard has all the ingredients, but I'll figure something out."

Tentatively, Sahota placed his hand in Jericho's. "Okay."

Whew. Another step. He stood slowly, letting Sahota put as much weight as he needed to on Jericho as he got to his feet.

"You can lean on me if you need to." He'd almost prefer to carry him, but he didn't want to overwhelm the kid. Sahota gave a short nod, but stayed an arm's length away, one hand wrapped around the crook of Jericho's elbow.

From here, they could head to the kitchen, and Jer would find a way to break the news about the whole time thing. And tell the rest of the team. And figure out how to tell Vic and Sahota that the latter's younger self had decided to swing by.

He had time to work all those out. For now, he had some hot chocolate to make.

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@theonewithallthefixations , @violets-whumperflies , @whump-me , @pirefyrelight , @soheavyaburden , @snakebites-and-ink , @whumpsday , @kixngiggles , @echo-goes-aaa , @whumpcateyes , @clickerflight

#me trying to find a balance between 'thisbwas unexpected' and care #yes there actually was a break in it wasn't Vic this time #if Sahota wasn't hurt he probably would've run away #but as it is he's cautiously complying because what else can he do but take jericho at his word?#t$$ time travel #anon #t$$ sahota #i had to wrap it up or wlse this would be like 5k plus lol

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headfullofpresley · 1 year

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Caroline's first day of school maybe? Where she's so excited for it until she realizes that Elvis won't be going in with her.

𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞, 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Caroline Presley (x reader)

Word count: 3K

Warnings: 60s!elvis, elvis isn't famous (i love me some 'normal' family vibes), soft dad!elvis, caroline being a lil dramaqueen, mention of red west, red has a son. this doesn't follow timelines of any of my other fics with caroline.

A/N: this request has been sitting in my inbox for a pretty long time (oops), but here it is- i hope this finds it way back to you, nonnie!! made it 60s!elvis because he has my heart. i love writing for dad!elvis, so don't be afraid to request more for him!

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Caroline had been up for hours.

You didn’t even have to wake her before you got up for work because as you went to check on her, she was already sitting in the middle of her room, playing with her toys.

At five years old, she was quite the independent little girl. She usually slept through the entire night and when she’d be up before you and Elvis were, she stayed in her room to play until she heard you talking or coming out of your bedroom. You knew the reason why she was awake so early now and that was because she started kindergarten for the first time today- she could barely sleep last night due to her excitement.

You decided to let Elvis sleep for a little longer and gave Caroline a bath while also getting yourself ready before bringing her to the kitchen for breakfast. She allowed it, but she couldn’t wait until her father woke up and would bring her to school- you weren’t worried about your little girl or whatsoever. You and Elvis told her that she’d be without either of you for several hours while at school, but she told you that it didn’t matter and that she was excited to play with other children.

Red and Pat’s little boy was attending for the first time today too, so at least she had a familiar face to turn to.

You entertained your daughter until it was time for you to leave and when you brought her into your bedroom to wake up Elvis, you saw he was already up and doing his hair in the ensuite bathroom, freshly showered.

“There’s my pretty girls,” he grinned as he turned to you, holding his hair-product covered hands away from you as he leaned in to kiss you. Caroline was already puckering her lips for hers as she tugged on his trousers, giggling as he pecked her lips with a theatrical “mwah!”.

“Give me a kiss, Care. Mommy’s leaving,” you told her as you bend down to her level, opening your arms for her. She turned away from her father who quickly finished his hair and washed his hands, throwing her arms around your neck. She promised you to be a good girl and to have fun today when you told her so and hugged you tightly, carefully kissing your lips as she was always worried that your lipstick would smudge on her face.

You said your goodbyes to your husband, which took longer than your daughter liked, making her playfully push you out of the bathroom. She wanted to get to school as fast as possible and Elvis wasn’t ready to leave yet.

“You got your lunch, baby?”

“You put it in my bag, Daddy!” Caroline giggled from the backseat as she looked at him through the rearview mirror, knowing he was joking because he was grinning from ear to ear.

Just like you, Elvis wasn’t worried about Caroline. She had been excited for this day the entire past week and couldn’t stop talking about playing with Benji West and about her teacher, despite not even having met the woman yet. He heard the horror stories you had told him about you crying and screaming bloody murder when your mother dropped you off at school for the first time, but he was absolutely convinced Caroline wasn’t going to be like that.

She’d be calm and collected- just as he was as a child. She wouldn’t be as dramatic as her mother sometimes was as a child- not with this.

As he drove to the school while listening to his daughter sing along to the radio, he didn’t realise there was a storm waiting for him at Caroline’s future classroom.

Elvis was one of the few dad’s bringing his child to school. He figured most families were living a traditional life with the man working full time while the mother stayed at home to take care of the children- he had once wanted it to be that way too, but he knew you well enough that you weren’t happy sitting at home all day and you were the kind of woman he couldn’t hold under his thumb. He loved you and you were passionate about your job, so he wasn’t going to be an ass of a husband and hold you back.

Both you and him had jobs that paid good enough to work part-time and live a very comfortable life- you’d switch bringing Caroline to school, so today wouldn’t be the last time he’d walk his daughter to her class.

His presence didn’t go unnoticed as pretty much every mother there questioned what he was doing there (but mostly if he was a single dad or not) but he didn’t care about their eyes on him. He never did mind getting female attention, but his attention was only on the tiny female next to him, skipping down the hallway while clinging onto his hand.

She was still excited- a good sign.

As she noticed Red and Benji, she let go of Elvis’ hand immediately and ran over to her friend to hug him- he was a little more shy than her, something he definitely did not get from his father, and he hugged her back awkwardly.

“Monday’s your day too, huh?” Red grinned at Caroline’s dad and one of his oldest friends, making the raven haired man laugh and nod.

“How’s Benji doin’? Nervous?”

Red took off Benji’s jacket, who turned his attention on Caroline who handed her bag to Elvis, and nodded as he let out a deep sigh and showed Elvis a roll of his eyes. “He barely slept last night and this morning was even worse- he was in tears the whole ride here,”

Elvis chuckled and gave Red a comforting slap on his shoulder, giving him some silent support. He was extremely happy that Caroline hadn’t shown any signs of nerves or whatsoever. Even now she was still happy and excited- she tugged on Elvis’ hand to stop him from talking to Red and as he looked at her, he followed her little finger that pointed at the woman who appeared in the door opening.

“Benji West?” she questioned as she looked at the little ginger haired boy, who Red gently pulled along to her. Caroline watched with curious eyes before she tightened her grip on Elvis’ hand.

Suddenly, panic seemed to settle in her system. Children were going into the classroom with their parents, but the parents were coming out alone and leaving. Elvis took her bag in his hand and kneeled down in front of her, laughing softly as he saw her lowerlip slightly trembling.

“What’s goin’ on, Carebear?” he questioned as he took off her jacket and hung it on the little coat racks by the door. She took the chance to slip her arms around his neck and stand in between his bent legs, holding onto him for dear life.

“I wanna go home, Daddy,” she whispered in his ear, her voice shaky. He frowned, gently pulling her back in the embrace to look at her. Her eyes were filled with tears and he could see she was trying to be strong and hold them back.

“Go home? We just got here, honey,” he smiled softly at her, quickly thumbing a stray tear that rolled down her cheek away. “It’s only for a little bit. Before you know it, Daddy’s gonna be right here waitin’ for ya again.”

She shook her head, clinging onto his neck with her hands and fighting him off when he tried to peel her arms off of him. It broke his heart to see her like this and having to leave her behind while she’s in a state like this, but he had talked this through with you.

He knew that the best thing to do was to tell her to have a good day and leave her in the care of her teacher, because she was going to forget about him after settling for a little bit, but it was just so damn hard.

If it were up to him, he’d pick her up and take her right back home.

“Don’t leave, Daddy. I wanna go with you,” this time she started fully crying as she noticed Red coming out of the classroom without Benji. Red gave Elvis a sympathetic look before he said he’d wait outside, disappearing down the hall. This only made Caroline cry harder, succesfully fighting off Elvis’ attempt to hold her back and hiding her face in his neck.

“Caroline Presley?” the cheerful teacher who appeared in the door opening again chirped as she looked at some girls in the hallway. Elvis looked at her, a little bit annoyed at her timing.

“She’ll be right there,” he snapped at her, making the young teacher blush and nod, focusing her attention on another girl and her mother.

“Care, honey, look at Daddy,” he told his daughter, his voice immediately soft and gentle as he got her attention. She slowly lifted her head out of his neck and looked at him, shoulders shaking as her sobs got softer when he shushed her. “Daddy has to leave for work, and Mommy is at work too, so that means you have to stay here for a little bit- but here you can play and make friends and make as much mess as you want,” he whispered, making sure her teacher didn’t hear him.

At five years old, Caroline wasn’t aware of her parents’ work schedules, so he wasn’t worried about the little lie he told her. He wiped her tears away as he gently cupped her little face, smiling sweetly at her. “Benji is here too, and your teacher looks really nice- you wanted to meet her, didn’t you, honey? I bet she’ll love ya,”

Caroline looked up at the teacher that was already busy running up and down, making sure the kids in the classroom were okay and greeting new kids and their parents. Caroline grabbed onto Elvis’ arms, sniffling softly.

“You will come back, right, Daddy?”

“Honey, ofcourse I will! Daddy’s goin’ to be here again in just a few hours and then you might not even wanna leave again,” he grinned, kissing her forehead.

That was something she definitely did not believe. She still didn’t want him to go, but as he was making moves to get up, she realised she was going to have to try something else. She let out a cry again and sat on the floor as he stood up straight, putting her face in her hands.

“I want Mommy!” she yelled angrily when he told her to get up- Elvis sighed deeply, ignoring the looks he got from mothers in the hallway as best as he could. He gently grabbed his daughter’s arm and pulled her up, looking at her.

He knew this was just a way for her to get what she wanted. While Caroline wasn’t a difficult child most of the time, she had her temper tantrums now and then. And she mostly did it to him because she knew he’d cave eventually, but right now, he couldn’t- as much as he wanted to.

“Mommy’s at work, Care. C’mon, look at Benji- he ain’t cryin’ anymore,” he said as he pointed at Benji in the classroom who was already laughing and playing with other kids. Caroline huffed and looked away, not wanting to look at her friend, but instead clinging onto her father’s leg.

“The best thing to do is leave, Mr. Presley. I’ll take care of her,” the teacher spoke up despite feeling a little nervous to speak to Elvis with the way he snapped at her earlier. She looked at Caroline and persuaded her to take her hand- Caroline was doubtful, but as she saw the silent but stern eyes of her father, she realised her best option was probably to listen. Elvis gave the teacher a quick smile before he leaned in to Caroline, giving her one more kiss and standing up straight again before she could once more cling onto him.

“Daddy loves you, baby. I’ll see you this afternoon,” he told her and for a second, it looked like she had accepted her faith, but as her teacher wanted to take her into the classroom, she was in tears all over again.

Her teacher told him to go, but the way his daughter was screaming for him as if he was giving her up for the rest of her life broke his heart into a million pieces. He quickly handed her bag to the teacher and walked away, but he hadn’t even taken three steps before he turned around and bursted into the classroom.

“She has a wheat allergy- do not let her trade her lunch with any of the other kids, except for Benji, because he has the same and-“

“Mr. Presley, I know, we have her information in our files- will you please just go?!” the teacher who was trying to hold Caroline back nearly begged. Caroline reached her arms out to him, trying to run past her teacher and back into her father’s arms. He cursed under his breath, apologizing to the teacher as he quickly gave his daughter one last kiss and ruffled a hand through Benji’s hair before walking out of the classroom and out of the school.

He made sure he blinked the tears that stung in his own eyes away before he met up with Red outside.

Having Caroline in school for most of the day was something Elvis had to get used to. On his days off, he’d usually spend the day with his daughter and had his hands full with her. Now his free days apparently consisted of having lunch with Red like they were a couple of stay-at-home dad’s and doing chores around the house, counting down the hours on the clock before he had to pick up his daughter again.

A life he didn’t quite see in his future when he was younger, but he couldn’t say he entirely disliked it.

He was more than happy when the clock struck three and he parked his car outside of the school, once more ignoring the moms who were watching him and whispering God knows what to each other. He immediately made his way to the classroom with Red and greeted Benji who was the first one to run out.

“Caroline is still with the teacher!” Benji announced as Red shrugged his jacket on, pointing into the classroom. Elvis chuckled and said his goodbyes to Red and his boy before walking into the room, knocking on the door to announce his arrival.

Caroline looked up as she was putting away some building blocks after showing her creations to her teacher. She looked as relaxed and calm as ever, but a wide smile spread across her face as she noticed her father standing there.

“Daddy!” she called out to him as she ran over with open arms and hugged him as he lifted her off the floor and took her in his arms. He laughed and greeted her with a kiss on her cheek, smiling at her.

“Did’ya have fun, princess?” he asked and she nodded frantically, wiggling herself out of his arms and pulling him along to the play corner when her feet were back on the ground, showing him what she had available to play with and pointing at a drawing she made that her teacher put on the wall.

“She stopped crying five minutes after you left this morning. She’s been a real good girl all day, I love having her around,” her teacher smiled as she stood next to Elvis, watching him watch Caroline point out drawings on the wall. “You did a fine job raising her,”

He licked his lips, trying to stop himself from laughing out loud, letting a grin break through. Turning to the teacher, he raised an eyebrow as his hand automatically grabbed onto the straps of Caroline’s bag she handed to him- he kept holding onto it as Caroline shoved some of her things in it, but he kept his eyes on her teacher. “Thank you. I’ll make sure to forward the compliment to my wife,”

He knew Caroline’s file very obviously had your name in it as well. He wasn’t a single dad and the teacher knew that- he couldn’t help but be amused by her lame attempt of flirting with him. He didn’t mind the attention of mothers, but he wasn’t going to give them anything else other than the privilege of just looking. And he wasn’t going to give his daughter’s teacher anything more either.

He was perfectly happy with his own little family.

“Let’s go, Daddy!” Caroline, who was oblivious to what was going on, chirped up happily as she zipped up her bag and slipped her hand into Elvis’. Her teacher cleared her throat a little, hoping the flush on her cheeks wasn’t too obvious when she said her goodbyes to Caroline. Caroline waved her off, pulling her father out of the classroom.

On the way home, Caroline talked her father’s ears off the entire time. She told him the things she had done today, who she played with, what and who she liked and did not like and that she was oh so excited about going back tomorrow.

Elvis was happy that his daughter had a good day and that she hadn’t been miserable all day- something he had been a little worried about, despite knowing that wouldn’t be the case.

First times are always scary and he knew this wouldn’t be Caroline’s last first time. She was a big girl and he was proud of her for today- and also a little bit of himself for not bringing her home in the morning like he wanted to.

Despite knowing Caroline could handle herself, he was glad that he was working again tomorrow and you were the one bringing her to school.

He just hoped that next time it was his turn she wouldn’t be as sad to see him leave, but he secretly hoped that she wouldn’t spare you the crying and screaming tomorrow because he just knew you were going to tease him for being such a softie.

You were tougher and a little more strict, but he was sure as hell that her crying that sounded like the world was coming to an end could even crack a tough cookie like you.

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|| Reception ||

Pairing: Frank Castle x f! Reader

Rating: E

Tags/warnings: meet cute, fluff, smut, a dog, and be careful - you might fall in love.

A/n: I can't with this man. He has my heart and soul. Dogs 4 Eva.

"Bride or groom?"

The husky voice from over your shoulder at the bar makes you spin around, and you were suddenly face to face with someone you'd only ever seen in the news. Oh how different he appears standing mere feet away from you, and to use a clichéd phrase he did indeed scrub up well.

For starters he was wearing a suit and tie, and an immaculately tailored one at that, mid blue with a waistcoat and everything. His hair was a little less severe than you'd seen it before, maybe a little longer and you noticed it held a slight wave at the top of his head. His eyes were so far from the black pools they seemed on screen or in the mugshots, instead a warm and inviting honey brown gaze met yours. And then that strong boxers nose that had obviously been broken more times than he could count, you couldn't help thinking it was cute.

"Bride," you replied with a smile, still taking in the sheer mass of man and reputation in front of you. "I've known Marci since school."

He nodded, his lips curling a little. "another lawyer then, guess I shouldn't be surprised."

You laugh knowing the two of you are likely the only ones at the reception that aren't in the legal business. "veterinarian actually, we've just kept in touch over the years." You gave him your name. "You with the groom then?"

"Kinda. Friend of a friend. You know Karen, right? I'm Frank." He reaches out his hand to you. "Castle."

"I know, you're somewhat famous round these parts." You smiled, taking his offered hand to shake as he dipped his head slightly in embarrassment. "Hi Frank, it's nice to meet you."

"So uh, you know all about me then."

You shrugged, "only what matters, mostly what Foggy has told Marci has told me."

Frank nodded. "So... the good stuff, huh?"

"Just the truth?" You answer.

"And that don't make you wanna run for the hills?"

You laugh, and Frank decides there and then he wanted to hear more of that sound.

"Well, only if you don't buy me a drink. You were gonna buy me a drink right?"

Frank chuckles, "uh yeah, yeah I was. What can I get you?".

"I don't really get out much socially, so this is nice." You tell him, nibbling on the cherry in your cocktail.

He takes a sip of his beer. "Yeah, Karen keeps tellin' me I need to 'extend my social circle', so I guess I'm 'extending', or somethin'."

Your musical laugh hits his ears again and he grins. "So a vet huh?" He asks, raising his brows.

You take a sip of your drink and nod. "yeah, I've got my own practice, and a couple of days a week I work at a charity for people who can't afford to pay for treatment for their pets."

"That's, wow... that's really amazing. I've got a dog, rescue pittie. He's my best buddy."

"Aww no way? What's his name?"

He smiles warmly, "Benji."

The party was starting to wind down, Marci and Foggy both wailing drunkenly on the karaoke machine with Matt desperately trying to wean them off it. You both realise you'd been talking for hours.

"Wow, it's so late! Urgh, I kinda hate that I've gotta work later this morning but I guess I should head home and get at least a few hours sleep."

Frank nods. "Yeah, hope you're not sufferin' from all my yakkin."

"No! I've had a really nice time. Actually I uh, better give you my number... in case your dog ever needs me I mean." You felt your face heat up as Frank smiled and fished his phone out his pocket giving it to you to put your number in. You gave it a quick ring so you had his.

"Thanks, maybe we could meet up for coffee or somethin'?" He suggests hopefully.

You nodded, "yeah, that would be great. Gimme a call midweek? Should know when I've got some free time then."

"You got it."

'Goodnight Frank," you call over your shoulder as you make your way towards Marci and Foggy to say goodbye.

"G'night sweetheart."

You grinned to yourself as your stomach flipped at the endearment. You weren't normally one for pet names but there was something about Frank saying it that made it acceptable and you liked it. He wasn't at all what you were expected and that was more than okay.

Three days later your phone buzzes on the table, Frank's name showing on the display, which you're a little surprised by at 11.30pm.

"Frank, hi?"

"Hey, I uh, I'm really sorry to call so late but it's my dog, I think he's stood on a broken bottle when we were out, his paw's cut up real bad, I dunno if I got all the glass out, it's bleeding a lot...I didn't know what else to do this time of night, had your number and-"

"Of course! it's ok. If you can loosely wrap his paw with some clean cloth, I'll text you my address, I've got an emergency kit here just come over as soon as possible and I'll take a look."

You get your kit ready and when the doorbell went you buzzed Frank up and waited out on the landing for him and your new patient.

"Shit, you weren't kidding about the bleeding!" you exclaimed, taking in Frank's hands and arms covered in red but no dog to be seen. "Where is he? In the car?" As Frank came up the last of the stairs and under the light you could see his face was cut, his lip bust open and bleeding, and even more blood soaking his jeans.

"Frank what the hell..."

"I need your help..."

You were slightly taken aback by his appearance but your wits returned quickly and you usher him into your apartment before any of your neighbors decided to get nosy. "C'mon, come in and tell me what the hell is going on."

As you follow him inside you see he's limping slightly, the back of his jeans damp with more blood. This was much more the Frank you had expected at the reception. "You look like you need a hospital, what happened?"

"Nah, no hospitals. Too many questions, and that ain't good right now. Can I..?" He gestures at the sink to clean his hands.

"Yeah, sure," you cock your head at him, eyes narrowing. "But I have some questions too -"

Frank nodded. "I got shot."

Your eyes widen. "The fuck-?"

He leans up against the counter. "It ain't as bad as it looks, normally I'd pull the bullet and stitch myself up but...uh, I can't see to reach it. It's in the side of my ass. I could really use your help, please."

You roll your eyes. "I'm a vet Frank, not a human doctor."

"I know, I know. It ain't too much, just need another pair of hands and eyes is all. Maybe some hard liquor..."

"Christ. Okay." You grabbed your kit and got him to follow you into the bathroom. "Alright, um, obviously you'll need to pull your pants down so..."

Frank nodded and unbuckled his belt as you look around anywhere but at him. He huffed as he slid his jeans and boxers down a little way to the tops of his thighs. "You see it?"

You snort taking in the trail of red dripping down from the gunshot wound in his right cheek. "Little hard not to, yeah. Ouch. Okay let's get it cleaned up first. Who the hell shot you in the butt anyway?"

Frank leaned on the sink and winced as you wiped over the bullet wound with disinfectant so you could see what you were doing.

"A gang of assholes who thought they were gonna get away with mugging a girl. They're regrettin' their life choices now but one of em managed to tag me before I got him."

You pick up a pair of forceps. "Okay that's worth an ass-bullet if anything is. Was she alright?"

Frank grunts as you start digging around for the metal. "Yeah. Bit shaken but fine. Took her to the cops and told her to report it."

"Bet she was glad you were in the area. I know I'd sure feel safer."

He catches your eyes for a second and bows his head. You quickly swing your gaze back to what you were doing.

"Okay, I've got a hold of it, gonna pull it out now alright? I'm sorry, I know its gonna hurt."

Frank grit his teeth. "Yeah just do it. Fuck!"

You yank it out and drop it in the wastepaper basket, pushing some gauze firm against the wound.

"Hold this and keep pressure on it." You tell him before disappearing into the kitchen. You return with a 3/4 full bottle of Macallan and pass it to him.

"Thanks." He says after taking a huge swig.

"Right, just a few stitches and we're good."

You quickly sew up the wound, cleaning and securing a dressing over it. Then you checked over his other cuts and bruising which thankfully didn't need much attention aside from a quick clean.

"You can pull your pants back up." You tell him, turning away again as he did.

"So do you even have a dog, Frank?"

"I do. He's fine, he's at home. I'm really sorry I lied to ya, wasn't sure if you'd freak if I laid the whole story on you on the phone."

"Well, I admit it's not the weirdest thing that's ever happened, and at least I got to see your ass."

"Yeah, sorry bout that too..."

You chuckle. "Thought it would be under slightly different circumstances but hey."

Frank's lips quirk. "Only slightly different huh? Well thanks. I mean, shit, I really can't thank you enough."

"If you wanna thank me maybe you can buy me lunch sometime soon?"

"You mean you're not done with me, after all this?"

You shook your head. "I'm a firm believer in second chances, I've helped a lot of waifs and strays over the years "

"S'that you sayin' I'm a dog sweetheart?" The swagger in his tone made your stomach flip.

"Mmm, you're a dog, but you're not in the doghouse." You grinned, starting to wipe down the sink.

Frank chuckled, "well I gotta be grateful you're so understanding. Not many people as forgiving as you out here. I'll get outta your hair... but you sure I can't at least help you clean up?"

"Nah don't worry, just take it easy and rest for the next few days huh? You free Saturday?"

"Uh yeah," he replies, making his way to your door. "How bout I bring Ben along with me?"

"Of course, that would be great!

"Listen, thanks for doin' this and I'm real sorry I lied to you. Won't happen again. Promise."

"I know." You waved him off watching him limp down the stairs. "See ya Saturday Frank."

"Seeya."

You were so busy that Saturday swung around in no time and although you were exhausted you felt on a high as you walked to meet Frank at the dog park. His face lit up when he saw you coming and you very quickly got acquainted with Benji playing with him, throwing the ball as you and Frank talked and joked with all the ease of the night you met. Frank wasn't limping anymore which you were glad about, but he put it down to your 'expert ass surgery' which you folded over with laughter at. He took you to a gorgeous deli and you got your favourite sandwich as well as some pastries and drinks, and sat down under the shade of a huge tree in the nearby park for an impromptu picnic, sharing bits of cheese from your lunch with Ben.

"If he wasn't sure about you before, he definitely likes you now." Frank had said, rubbing Benji's ears affectionately.

You could say the same for you and Frank. You really enjoyed spending time with him.

You were both absolutely stuffed after lunch, Frank sitting up against the trunk of the tree watching you roll around on the grass with Benji. He loved how easy it was to just hang out with you. Even before the whole bullet thing but maybe that had helped somehow. You didn't seem to be afraid of much. He buckled seeing you mimicking Ben scratching his back on the grass and his mind was made up.

"Can I take you to dinner?"

You stopped and sat up, shaking the grass out of your hair at the same time Benji shook it out of his fur.

"You can. But I won't be able to go out until Friday next week, that okay?"

Frank scrunches up his nose like you'd wounded him. "Jeez, almost a week till I can seeya again? I dunno..."

You smirk, "sorry, just really busy this week. You a limited time only deal or something Castle?"

He was quick to dismiss that even though you were joking back at him. "Nah, course not, I just... my dog's just bonded with you so good and, I think he'd miss ya is all "

You saw the tips of his ears redden. Never in a million years would you have thought you'd see Frank Castle blush, and because of you?! But you weren't so cruel as to make something of it so you played along, and truth be told you already couldn't wait to see him again either.

You grin. "Well, I'll miss him too. You can always call me and I'll speak to him? Text me some pup-dates? It'd keep me going through the week for sure."

Frank ruffles Benji's fur, "I'm sure he'd like that." He looks up at you and you return his shy smile, practically melting inside at his softness.

Your first text from Frank pinged on Monday morning just as you got into work. When you opened the message you were greeted with a photo of a very happy looking Benji.

Benji hopes you have a great day at work.

You smiled, replying:

That's very sweet and thoughtful of him, thank you! 😊

On Wednesday afternoon you took a selfie of you with Rowan, a scruffy mixed breed and one if your regular senior dogs who was in for his check-up.

Hope Benji's not the jealous type, been spending a lot of time with this old man today!

The response had you feeling warm.

He's in good hands 😊

On Thursday late morning Frank sent you a photo of a sleeping Benji, presumably on his bed. The only part of Frank visible was his bare arm curled around him.

The bros are getting a lie-in today, you jealous now? 💤 Sorry 🙂

Very! Benji looks so cute and peaceful, but where's the big dawg at?

A few minutes later he replied with another photo. You allowed yourself an inner squeal as this time he had included himself in it, hair looking adorably soft and disheveled by sleep, his half-lidded eyes looking at the camera and even although the covers were pulled up it was obvious he was, at the very least, topless.

You texted back before you could overthink it too much.

Aw he's cute too!

He replied with smile emoji and you returned to work. The muscles in his arms had definitely given you something to think about and you had a bit of a hard time reigning your concentration back in for the rest of the day. Thankfully it wasn't too hectic.

You called him after work to tell him you'd picked a place to eat, a cosy Indian restaurant that Karen had recommended to you, and that he could come to yours to pick you up tomorrow night at seven. Even though you'd hung out casually already, this 'date' was getting you nervously excited.

Frank was feeling same way. You'd said it wasn't anything fancy so he'd thrown on a black shirt with jeans hoping he looked okay. When he buzzed and you came down he was staring at you like you were chocolate cake.

You grin as you greet him. "Hi! Everything okay?"

He swallows and nods, you can see the nerves on his face.

"Yeah, you just... you look real pretty is all, feelin' like I'm lucky."

You dip your head and take his arm. "Thank you, you're not the only one!"

As you walked to the restaurant you had a sudden thought.

"Benji's not gonna be all alone tonight is he?"

"Nah he's with Karen, his favourite dog sitter. She gives him way too many treats." He grumbles with a slight smile.

"Ahh, I was just worried, y'know just in case it's a late night."

Frank raised his brows. "Oh? Well you ain't got nothin' to worry about sweetheart."

The restaurant was gorgeous, full of multicoloured pepper fairy lights draped all around. The food was absolutely delicious and you ordered a couple of different things and had way too much fun feeding them to each other. After polishing off a bottle of house red, you realise you're staring across the table at Frank like he's dessert.

"I uh, guess we should get the bill..."

Those warm brown eyes are looking right back into yours and he's stroking over your hand. "Yeah..."

You try unsuccessfully to pay for both of you but he insists it's on him. It's only right he says, gentlemanly. But he assures you he's totally a feminist and knows you're a strong, independent woman who doesn't need a guy to buy her dinner and you just laugh, falling against him.

"Walk me home?" You ask him when you're standing outside in the slightly chill night. He offers you his arm.

"I was just thinking," you say as you reach your door, "about how I've had such a great time with you the past couple of weeks..."

"Yeah," Frank agreed, "me too."

"And uh," you fiddled with your keyring. "I was thinking that I really like you..."

"Oh yeah? S'funny cos I was thinkin that too."

You stepped in ever so slightly closer and you could almost feel the heat of him.

"You know what else I was thinking?"

Frank cleared his throat, his eyes looking right into your soul. He'd been a gentleman all evening, so considerate and patient with you, not trying to rush anything which you wholly appreciated, but the tension and heat that had been building between you the whole night was becoming too much to bear. You were yearning for him to take control and just take you. There was no doubt that he wanted it too.

"Frank, If you don't kiss me I'm gonna-"

His mouth was on you before you could think of a threat. He was kissing you slow, but god so firm and sure and you felt your toes curling in your shoes as you both stood there entangled in the street outside your apartment building.

When he eventually stopped you were breathless. He gazed at you, his thumb running lightly along your jaw as he still held your face.

"You're gonna what, sweet girl?"

You laughed and he chuckled along with you. "I dunno exactly, I was just hoping you would do it and I wouldn't have to think of a real threat!"

"Was that okay?" He asks.

"Yeah." You breathed out in a sigh. "Come upstairs?"

Frank planted a gentle kiss on your forehead. "If you're sure you want..."

You grabbed his arm and pulled him to the door quickly turning your key in the lock.

"I want."

You barely make it to the top of the stairs, halting on the way up with frantic touches while you explore each other, but now you're kissing him up against your door. His hands are up around your face, curled around your neck, weaving through your hair, but you knew he was letting you take the lead, controlling how far you want this to go, but all you crave and need is for him to touch you, to consume you. You grab his hand, pushing it down to clamp firmly against your ass hoping he'll get the message that you want this, you want him.

He tentatively squeezes and as you moan into his mouth he deepens the kiss, his tongue slipping between your lips and meeting yours messily as you grasp and pull at his chest and shirt trying to get even closer. You fumble with your keys unable to focus as you can't keep your mouths off each other. He eventually takes them from you, hoisting you up by the ass to wrap your legs around his hips as he manages to open the door and carry you inside. He pushes you up against the back of the door as it slammed shut, letting you down slowly as he kisses and nips at your neck with a hunger that feels like it comes from deep in his bones. Your body arches against his as his hands are on you again, skimming down your chest and stomach and pushing the fabric of your dress hard up at the apex of your thighs making you keen.

"Frank, please..." You beg.

"Yeah?" he holds his hand there still, waiting for your consent to keep going, you can feel the heat of it against your core.

"Yeah... Frank, just touch me, please." you breathe shakily against him as he quickly hooks his hand under the hem of your dress, tracing his fingers over the damp fabric of your underwear. He kisses you, at the same time dipping his hand into the front of your panties and finding just how wet you are for him.

"God...damn." He curses, drawing your slick arousal up and over as he starts circling his fingers against your clit. You moan high and desperate, letting your legs spread wider to give him better access as the tension inside you is stretched so thin like an elastic band ready to snap at any moment, so turned on that you know you weren't going to last long. He watches you, drinks you in as he easily works you closer to your climax, your legs shaking as you pant against his neck. You palm the front of his jeans, squeezing the delicious thickness of his cock in your hand drawing a deep groan from him that sets you right on the edge.

"Ohh... oh Frank I'm gonna c-come-"

"Yeah sweetheart, I got you..."

He never takes his eyes off you as he curls his thick fingers into your wet heat, thumb pushing against your clit and you're gone, whimpering and grinding as your cunt pulses around him, rolling waves of pleasure coursing through your entire body. Your mouth hangs open and he catches your bottom lip in his teeth, sucking gently.

"Shit... that was..." you gasp against him.

The way he grins, licking your juices from his fingers as if it was ambrosia when he pulls away, you almost jump him right there. Instead you manage to keep it together enough to guide him to your bedroom, wrenching his shirt off on the way, smoothing your hands over the scars old and new that mark the broad muscled expanse of his bare chest. You tug him along with impatience, unzipping your dress and letting it drop to the floor, flinging anything in your way to one side before pulling him down onto the mattress over you. "Beautiful." He murmurs, taking the view of you in as he cages you beneath him before kissing his way down your neck, his mouth warm and wet across your collarbones and the tops of your breasts. You reach up to run your fingers through his hair, arching off the bed as he makes his way down your body, pulling down the cups of your bra to lick and suck at your nipples. You moan and writhe and then can't help giggling as he trails his tongue down your stomach, swirling around your navel and lower towards the waistband of your panties. He hooks his fingers over the top and pulls them down your legs as you wriggle to try and help him get them off.

"Baby you taste so sweet, I gotta have more..." he rasps, and you nod vigorously, your heart skips a beat at the way he gently presses your thighs apart, reverently kissing his way to your centre as he hikes your knees up and then,

...oh god.

He laps his tongue slow and sure over your clit, swirling and sucking it into a kiss before plunging it inside you. You shudder at the sensitivity, the hot scratch of his stubble on your skin, gasping as the deep groan he lets out vibrates right through you as the taste of you fills his senses. You can't stop your hips from bucking up into his mouth as he works it over you humming with satisfaction. Huge strong arms curl around your thighs, fingers pressing indents into your soft flesh as he holds you firm, taking what he wants and giving you exactly what you need. His nose nudges against your clit over and over and the way you respond with a whimper and the tightening of your thighs around his head is all the encouragement Frank needs to keep going.

"Good girl," He growls out between swirling the tip of his tongue around that little bundle of nerves. His hand slides up your body to massage and squeeze your breasts, "such a good girl..."

His praise pushes you over the edge, your eyes flutter shut, head tilting back, fingers gripping for his shoulders and your back bowing up off the bed as it hits you. You bury your fingers in his hair, the desperation in your pleas as you come undone going straight to Frank's cock.

You moan long and loud, grinding against his mouth, your pussy clenching as you want nothing more than to have him inside you filling you up. "Frank, I want you... I wanna feel you..."

He licks up everything you have to give and no sooner than the aftershocks of your orgasm start to subside, Frank is up off the bed, whipping off his belt and pushing down his pants and boxers. You watch, practically drooling as you get your first look at him naked, rolling on the condom he snatched out of his back pocket and holy hell he's everything you've fantasised during all your lonely nights. He crawls up your body, hand softly trailing up your leg, hip, and caressing over the swell of your breast to finally settle at your neck, lightly stroking as he looks down at you. He's waiting for permission, but you can see it in his eyes and the tautness of his body that he wants you just as badly as you want him. He sucks in a sharp breath as your fingers close lightly around the hard shaft of his cock, sliding the tip of him through your arousal. You guide him inside you, eyes never leaving his, lips parted and quivering with the breath you exhale as he stretches you blissfully open. When he's fully sheathed deep within you wrap your legs around him, immediately addicted to the sound he makes and the sheer haze of sensation that burns through you as he starts to move. The urgency has faded now that you've reached this point - this slow dance where the rest of the world fades into the background and it's just the two of you. He noses your cheek and you smile, sharing a little huff of breath as he reflects it back at you. As you close your eyes lost in the sensation of each long drag of his cock he catches your lips in his. You can taste yourself on his tongue and it makes the heat within you burn even brighter and hotter.

He coaxes a soft sigh from you as he takes his time, his hips moving back and forth slow and steady. You're torn between chasing the inevitable fireworks and wanting this feeling to last forever. Your hands flow over the shifting muscles of his back and furrow in his hair as his lips trail up the side of your neck and under your jaw. His hand grips your thigh firmly pushing it up higher and you gasp as his thrusts hit even deeper.

"So good sweetheart, so fuckin' good.."

You can only moan your agreement, pulling his lips to yours again and holding him tightly as he's pushing you closer to your edge yet again.

You pull at his arm urging him to roll you both over and he does, taking in how gorgeous you look, how fucking lucky he is as you start moving your hips and riding him. You're looking at him too, with such passion. This supposed fearsome beast of a man you had under you, now looking up at you so adoringly. Wanting you. Needing you.

"God..." He groans, seeing you rise and fall on his cock like that. "what did I do to deserve you?"

You smile against his lips. "You talked to me," you replied, kissing the corner of mouth while you rock your hips, his hands settling there and stroking your skin. "and you like animals.... mm, and you make me laugh,"

"I do." Frank nods, his hands sliding up you back and pressing you closer.

"And oh, you make me feel good."

Frank catches your lips in his, kissing you deeply. "Issat right?"

You hum, nodding slow as you luxuriate in the delicious drag of his cock. When you reach your fingertips down to your clit his entire body jolts with a grunt.

"Yeah, Frank, feels real good..."

Breath and moans mingle and rise, both of you quickly nearing the peak of your pleasure. You feel the rumble of his groan right through you as you rake your nails over his back.

He meets your movements with his hips and your eyes flutter shut as he caresses your breasts. He can't stop staring, the way your eyelashes kiss against your skin, the soft undulation of your body over his, the perfect 'o' your mouth forms as you start to orgasm...

Then your eyes snap open and you're gazing back at him, basking in the unguarded expression of utter bliss blanketing his features. He's split wide open for you, nothing hidden, not since the bullet. He wants to give you everything but you think you'll be happy with just him.

You shower kisses all over his face as he pulses inside you, grasping and holding onto each other until you can't move anymore.

Afterwards, he cuddles you up in his arms under the covers, kissing you so soft and sweet on the forehead. "Think you'd wanna keep digging bullets outta me darlin'?

"You bump his nose with yours. "Think I just might Castle, as long as you don't mind me stealin' your dog?"

He smiles. "Well I don't think he'd mind one bit."

"Okay," you say, curling your pinky finger around his, "it's a deal."

Frank tags @sweetieswiftie @pedrito-friskito @saintmurd0ck @freshabogados @mindidjarin @peterman-spideyparker @castlesnchurches @mattmurdockspainkink @father4giveme @honeyedheartss @nice-work-bonedaddy @tea-and-wine @hellskitchenswhore @phoebe-danvers @grippingbeskar

#frank castle fluff #frank castle smut #Frank castle meetcute #the punisher fluff #the punisher smut #frank castle fic #punisher fic #frank castle x reader #frank castle x you #frank castle x female reader

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renren-006 · 8 months

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Hi! It’s me again😌 I don’t know if you’ve watched Jerry Maguire (if not, you should. It is a beautiful movie:) anyway, If you have I was wondering if you could write a request using the “you complete me” speech in that movie for Ethan Hunt? I imagine something like Ethan and the reader being together but Ethan had to breakup with the reader because he wanted to keep her safe and away from all the danger , but then he somehow realizes that misses him/her and that he hasn’t been the same since the breakup, so he looks for the reader and shoots the speech🙃

Idk, sounds pretty good to me, what do you think? Anyway it’s perfectly fine if you don’t want to:)

Complete | Ethan Hunt x Reader

word count: 476

a/n: hey!! yes i have, it’s been a long time tho!! thank you for another one of your request!!! so sorry it took me so long to complete this request!!

Ethan had made many mistakes in his life and in his career. The main mistake he had recently made in the last 6 months was breaking up with the love of his life. You and him were together for up to a year at the point Ethan felt he was putting your life in danger and broke things off with you. You obviously didn't know what his real job was, you thought he was some sort of traveling business man. Ethan kept that part of his life concealed from you. Once you break up you realize what he did and it hurts that he never told you.

Your life the past 6 months felt empty without the presence of him. The spaces you both used to occupy now felt cold. Your bed was the worst place for you to be in the morning, the cold pillows and spot he used to sleep in sent your mind into spirals. The showers you took every morning were now the only source of warmth in your cold and distant feeling at home.

Ethan hoped he had not broken your heart too badly to not take him back. He wanted you back and Benji was more than happy to find you for him. Benji found you a few weeks later working at a restaurant a few miles from your home. When the information reached Ethan he knew he had to stop by and raced over with Benji.

“Hi I'm looking for Y/N…no no I know.” You heard the ring of his voice from the front of the restaurant you worked at. Rounding the corner you saw him, longer hair, same black outfit he always wore and the sight of Benji's blond hair made it all real.

“You” you said, pain and love clouded your mind. You still loved him, you knew that just from looking at his brown hair and his eyes, and the way his lips curled after seeing you.

“Hey…Okay ..Okay if this is where it has to happen, then this is where it has to happen” Ethan said, “I'm not letting you get rid of me. How about that? My life isn't complete, wasn't nearly close to being in the same vicinity as complete, because I couldn't share it with you. I couldn't share saving the world because you were not there. I saved the world again, and shit I'm sorry I didn't tell you about my job, or what I do, or the risks I would take to keep you safe. I couldn't hear your voice or laugh about it with you. I miss my -- I miss my girl. We live in a cynical world, a cynical world, and we work in a business of fighting tough assholes.I love you. You -- complete me.”

“You idiot” you told him, “You had me at hello Hunt”

#ethan hunt fanfic #ethan #ethan hunt #ethan hunt x reader #ethan hunt x female reader #mission impossible dead reckoning #mission: impossible #tom cruise

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helyiios · 4 months

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Gabriel in mi8 mocking Benji in front of Ethan. He knows a lot of stuff about Benji from the Entity. Imagine him mocking Benji's self-harm and maybe other personal things Ethan doesn't know about in front of Ethan.

Gabriel was rotting behind bars. It had taken Ilsa almost dying, Luther having to disappear for at least three months, Benji barely surviving frostbite in Antartica and Ethan jumping from a cliff on a motorbike, but at last, Gabriel was no longer free.

Which, all things considered, Benji should feel relieved about. Sadly, he doesn't. There's an odd pull at the back of his mind, a fear that it was not over—after all, even after London, Lane had come back, almost killing him. He'd learnt not to take jailing for granted.

More importantly, Gabriel had made a request, something odd in itself, anyway, to see him and Ethan, to, and he quotes, 'talk some things out,' which by the way, he thought was complete bullshit. He's still on his way, though, walking nervously down the IMF's large halls and cream coloured tiles, tugging slightly at the sleeves of his suit.

It was going to be fine, he thinks, you're not in danger. Ethan will be here, Gabriel can't harm you, it was going to be okay.

Ethan was also here, when Lane abducted you, a seething voice coos back at him, and he shakes it away.

Enough.

When he gets to the doors he notices that his friend was already here, running a hand through his hair (which has grown longer and thank God he hadn't thought of cutting it away just yet,) and smiling once he'd spotted the other man.

"Hey," he offers to him, a small smile curving his lips. "All good ?"

"Nervous," Benji admits, shrugging barely. "I think I liked him more when he was unconscious in the back of our truck."

"Isn't that the truth," Ethan chuckles lowly, but still raises his hand to gently grab his friend's shoulder, barely applying pressure there, "it'll be alright. Don't worry, it's not like he can do anything."

"I know. I'm just anxious like that."

"You can rely on me, yeah ?"

"Yeah."

They leave it at that, making their way to the cell, staying sat up straight as the curtain clicked open, revealing a very unkept and tired looking Gabriel staring back at them, sporting a beard and cuffs on his wrists. The glass that separates the three men does not make Benji feel safer.

There's a faint silence where they all breathe, glancing at one another, looking determined on Ethan's side, unsure on Benji's, and delighted on Gabriel's. Which was, in no way, a good thing.

"I see you've granted me of your presence," the latter says finally, voice more alike a chirp than anything else, "the IMF has a heart."

"What do you want ?" Benji forces out, his hands linked behind his back, fingers laced anxiously, "was a life sentence not fun enough ?"

"Of course not, Benjamin," Gabriel smiles, moving his attention to him, "I just thought that it would be interesting to...drop the masks, you know ? If we were to come clean, of course."

"There are no masks here," Ethan rebuts him, face commanding. "You're talking nonsense, and making us lose our time."

"Please," a laugh, "are you not interested in knowing the man who helped bring my AI down ? Knowing him more...deeply ?"

Benji shifts uncomfortably.

"I know what I need about Benji," his friend replies carefully, tone not betraying anything but disinterest. "You're bluffing."

"Oh, but I think that he's hiding a few many things from you, are you not, Benjamin ?" Gabriel retorts, locking their gazes mercilessly. "I'm not in a rush, unlike Solomon Lane was. I don't kill my preys, I play with them a bit, before engulfing them whole."

"Okay, mate," Benji snorts, "you're not," he raises his hands in air quotes, "engulfing shit. You're serving a life sentence. In hyper secure jails."

"Oh, do be careful, I can see your disgusting wrists when you raise your hands," the man grins, wolfish, pointing at him with a vague gesture of his arms. "Now, we don't want Ethan to see that, do we ?"

Benji's face visibly blanches, and he immediately drops his hands to his side.

"Leave Benji out of this," Ethan growls, forcing his own arm in front of his friend in a defensive stance, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"What I am talking about ? Why, of course, about his fun extracurri—"

"Quiet," the third man seethes, eyes barely slits with wrath, "shut the fuck up, understood ?"

That seems to take his friend aback.

"Benji," he starts, worried, "are you okay ?"

"I'm fine," he replies, fists shaking, "don't listen to him."

"What ? You haven't told your little friend how you like to slash your arms when you're upset ? You mean to tell me he's never seen you in short sleeves ? Because I have, and it's not pretty."

"PISS OFF !" Benji barks, taking a step towards the cell and banging on the glass wall, teeth bared, "how fucking dare you—"

Ethan's gone quiet, eyeing Benji like he'd just told him the world was about to collapse. His mouth hung slightly open, and his brows were raised in alert.

"You'd think I didn't know ?" Gabriel mocks him, eyes at the other's level, "I saw it all, with the Entity. I saw you in that shitty motel room doing lines of cocaine after a stressful mission, and I saw you cut your arms and thighs with that very ugly razor. I saw who you are, Benjamin Dunn," he continues, voice sweet as honey, sticking everywhere and leaving sugary traces, pretending like his words were not crude and cruel.

"Ethan, don't listen to him," Benji presses on, slamming his right fist on the wall, "Ethan."

"Is this true ?" the other agent can only ask, face falling completely, "Benji, do you—do you self-harm ?"

"You weren't fu—you weren't supposed to know," his friend frustratedly says, his body not facing him, "it's just—it helps me calm down."

"Benji, I don't think scarification has ever helped anyone calm down !" Ethan protests, voice raised in sheer alarm, "fuck, I—“

"I know what I'm doing, leave me be."

"No—Benji," he insists, "I had—I didn't know, I'm so sorry—“

"I don't need your pity !" Benji shouts back, finally turning to look at him, "what I do in my free time is none of your concern, alright ?"

"Not if it harms you !"

"What the fuck happened to bodily autonomy ?!"

"Benji, please ! I just—" Ethan closes his eyes, running a hand on his face, "fuck. And that makes you laugh ?" he says brutally, turning back to Gabriel, fuming, "you think this is laughing matter ?!"

"I think it's hilarious," the man replies, face twisted in a sick, disgusting smile. "You both make me laugh."

"I'll kill you," Benji furiously spits, "I'll fucking kill you."

"Like you killed Solomon Lane ?" Gabriel beams, before having the gall to look contrite, "oops. Another thing I shouldn't have said ?"

"You k—"

"Oh, piss off," the Brit cuts him off, anger directed at Gabriel, "you know what ? Sure. Sorry you've got to learn it that way, Ethan, but I got permission to put a bullet in Lane. There."

"Benji. I had no idea," Ethan flatly says, but he doesn't seem too fazed by it. If anything, there's a twinkle of interest shining in his irises. "I hope it felt liberating."

"D'you have other secrets you want me to spit out ?" Benji cackles, looking at the jailed man, "because I can go on for days. The—you think telling the world that I self-harmed is bad ? Wait until they learn about the rest. Huh ? You don't know what I'm capable of, Gabriel. The Entity saw what I did, but it'll never see what's up there," he smiles, and it's just as crooked, and horrifying, tapping his index next to his temple. "Fuck you, you hear me ? Go fuck yourself, you fucking nonce."

He pulls away from the glass, walking past Ethan in angry steps, the soles of his shoes echoing in the wide room. He slams the door on his way out.

"You'd be lucky to live another year," the agent seethes, shooting him a furious look. "You're a dead man."

He doesn't know if his words will actually be met with actions, but a little faith never hurt anybody. Soon enough he's out of the room as well, finding Benji sat on the floor, head on his knees and arms around his legs.

He's shaking.

"Benji," Ethan softly says, letting himself drop to his level, "hey. Benj."

"I don't want to see you," his friend mumbles, "I don't want your pity."

"I'm not pitying you. I'm—I'm worried."

"You think I'm disgusting."

"I'd never think that. Least of all of you."

"You won't be saying that when you see the shape of my arms and thighs," Benji humourlessly says, shaking his head. "Fuck. Of course he knew. God."

Ethan scoots closer, so close that their shoulders brush.

"Hey. I don't think any less of you. I'm just...I wish you'd told me," he mutters, voice soft. "You know you can talk to me, yeah ?"

"It's shameful enough to me, I didn't want you to know. You won't tell anyone else, right ?"

"Of course not, Benji. I won't tell a soul."

There's a sniffle, and then Benji's looking back to him, and Ethan kind of hates himself for thinking that the blue and gold of his eyes shone even brighter on red retina.

"I'm sorry for not telling you about Lane. I'm—I'm sorry."

"None of that," his friend whispers back, circling his shoulders with his left arm, pulling him against him, "I'm just surprised, I suppose. Who gave you carte blanche ?"

"Hunley."

"Ah...of course. Does Brandt know ?"

"Only if Hunley let it drop during one of their gross sex times," Benji shoots back, a hesitant smile forming on his lips.

"Ow, too far, Benj !"

"Sorry," he laughs, wiping the tears away. "Sorry. I—I actually was thinking of going to see one the IMF's psychiatrists. About—about the scarification ? And—and the PTSD. I guess."

"I think it's a brilliant idea, Benji," Ethan softly says, letting his fingers brush against the soft curls. "You're right, I'm sure it'll help."

There's a pause, something where it seemed like the other was about to say something but didn't, and the silence floats above them for a few seconds.

"Would you—" a cough, "would you mind, huh. Coming with me ? At the first appointment."

"With you ?"

"I haven't seen one since London. With, huh, Lane. I'm—I guess what I'm saying is that I'm scared," Benji mutters, looking down. "I'd like to have someone come with me. Not in the actual, huh, room, but, like. Being with me until it's time for the meeting. You don't have to say yes, actually it's silly, forget about i—“

"I'd love that," Ethan smiles back, letting his forehead rest on the crown of Benji's hair. "If you think it could help, then yeah. With pleasure."

"You mean that ?"

"And more."

Benji's face finally breaks into a beaming smile, and Ethan's heart finally starts beating good again.

"Okay," he whispers, like it was their own little secret. "Thank you, E."

"Thank you for trusting me, Benj."

#mission impossible #mission impossible fic #benthan #benji dunn #ethan hunt

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heartofspells · 6 months

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Sunday Snippet

Thank you for the tag, my darling @tracingpatternswrites!

From the Prongsfoot Epic (not an epic).

"Lily wants to have dinner!"

"Shit," swears Sirius as his foot slides across the tiles of his bathroom. He glares at James who's just barged through his door, Sirius with one leg outside his bath and one still in. "What the fuck, Potter?"

"Don't worry about your modesty. It's nothing I've not seen before."

Hazel eyes slide over Sirius' bare and dripping form, Sirius gritting his teeth together to keep from snarling at his friend. He finishes pulling himself out of his recently completed shower, reaching for the waiting towel, slinging it loosely around his hips as James continues as though nothing's happened.

"Friday night, she wants to have dinner," informs James, watching Sirius' hands move as he tucks the towel into place. "All of us. You and Moony included."

"And you couldn't have told me this later? Through a bloody owl? Or just – I don't know – fucking waited half an hour instead of breaking into my flat and nearly killing me in my shower?" snaps Sirius. "How the fuck did you get in here?"

"Nearly killed you," scoffs James, rolling his eyes behind his glasses as he leans against the wall, crossing his arms loosely over his chest. "How? By giving you a heart attack because I saw your prick? When did you turn into such a prudish old gnome? And I've known all your special locking charms for years. Easily bypassed with that much history."

"I hate you," mutters Sirius sourly, carefully wiping his wet feet over the mat before moving across the room. He drags his hand over the fogged mirror, clearing a stripe so he can see himself.

"You don't. I'm the love of your life," says James with so much assurance and so much ease that Sirius barely stops himself from biting through his tongue.

"Doesn't mean I can't still hate you," mumbles Sirius. James sticks his tongue out at him in the reflection of the mirror and Sirius kicks his leg backwards, landing a solid blow to his friend's shin. James curses loudly as Sirius runs his fingers through his wet hair, ridding it of knots.

"Will you stop primping, you great bit blouse?" grouses James, bending to rub at his abused leg. "You're gorgeous, move on. C'mon, I'm bored. Let's go do something. Hang on." James pauses suddenly, eyes dragging down Sirius' back as though he's only now really seeing him and what he's doing. "What are you showering for? You always do that in the morning. You're like…neurotic about it, always have been. Has someone been here?"

Sirius doesn't react, though there's a brief uptick in his breathing. Benjy had, in fact, only just left, the second time Sirius has seen him in as many days, trying his best to not only make up for all the drops he's given the other recently but also hoping to delay that conversation Benjy had been building to the night before a little longer. But James doesn't need to know that.

"No," he lets slip easily, expression not changing as he grabs his wand to quickly dry his dripping hair. "Why? Jealous, Prongs?"

"Wouldn't you like that?" tosses back James with a pinch to his thick eyebrows.

That's a topic Sirius doesn't wish to go down and pointedly sidesteps with grace.

"It's late. What the hell are you expecting we're going to do?"

James scoffs again. "Listen at you," he says scornfully. "When did you become an old man? It's only half ten."

"And some of us work for a living, which entails early mornings. We don't all have the luxury of lounging about all day doing fuck all."

"Whose fault is that?"

Sirius groans, bowing his head.

"Fine," he relents, turning to face his friend, who beams at him, hazel eyes lighting up like a forest fire set ablaze. "One drink at the pub. Fucking one, James, and then I'm coming back here and going to bed, at which point you will go home."

Slinging an arm around Sirius' shoulders, James having to stretch a bit to reach, he slaps his hand over bare skin, the smacking sound nearly obscene in the echo of the bathroom around them.

"We'll see about that," he says with a large amount of disbelief. "Put on your good trousers."

No pressure tagging: @beautitudes @pinklume @in-flvx

#sunday snippet #prongsfoot #prongsfoot epic #(not an epic)#i'm working on a title i swear i am #now i have to go to work #someone make some sort of sacrifice to save my soul please #sundays are the worst #snippet #my writing #holli writes

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pavardscherie · 1 year

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omg could you just write anything abt playing w benji’s hair��😭🙏🏻it just looks so softttt

please, i could do this the entire day, i swear

the dim hues of orange and yellow illuminated the bedroom, announcing the arrival of another morning. but you were awake for almost an hours, another series streaming on the television on the wall while listening to the quiet snores of benjamin.

after an exhausting week, the first match against manchester city and another bundesliga game against Hoffenheim in the span of five days, the defender enjoyed the longer mornings. his head placed on your chest, a thin layer of red over the span of his cheeks, and the side of his face pressed against the soft material of one of his shirts.

you knew he needed each minute of sleep he could gather. the training sessions would start tomorrow again, he would leave the house early and get back too late, and too exhausted. securing the top of the chart was an important task, and obviously, staying a part of the champions league as well. it all seemed so complicated to win this year and benjamin always found a loophole to blame himself for a goal, scored by the enemy.

relaxing has never been benjamin greatest strength. even on his days off, he trained in the backyard with a ball balancing on his foot.

your delicate fingers brushed through the soft mess of brown curls on top of his head. the sides were shorter than you were used to, he‘s been to the hairdresser a week ago and got them shaved. strands wrapped perfectly around your digits, the corners of your mouth lifted with a gentle smile.

those moments were too rare to not bath in the warmth from benjamin‘s muscular arm, draped casually and loosely over your stomach. dressed in a pair of comfortable jogging pants, his naked torso pressed against the side of your body.

when your delicate fingers brushed over his forehead and returned to his hair, the fingernails softly scratching over his scalp, a deep but almost inaudible groan escaped his throat. between the soft snores, and the occasional twitch of his lips, the little sounds were the only ones that filled the warm air.

minutes passed, and the calmness and comfort felt like hours flew by way too quickly. benjamin recovered while calming down in your embrace, and you couldn‘t help but watch once again how your fingers disappeared in the mess of curls. somehow, no matter in which situation, your hands always ended up on his head. sharing a passionate kiss, you stroke over the short hairs on his neck which would grow back into curls in a couple of weeks.

„good morning, cherie.“ benjamin‘s raspy voice pulled you out of the trance, the memories you reminisced in about the many times, you comforted the defender. entangling the confusing strings of thoughts, he pulled you back into the reality and the bedroom filled with the brightness and warmth of the morning sun.

hooded eyes, infiltrated by the hard days he went through, watched your gentle features. mouth curled with happiness at the sight of the beautiful man, benjamin tilted the head back to place a featherlight kiss against your collarbone. „good morning, darling.“

benji‘s hands immediately started small circles over the smooth skin around hip bone. circles, and infinity eights, sometimes irregular shapes that never got a specific name. it was his way of showing admiration, sharing his genuine affection, and endless love for you. „you know, cherie. i sleep way better when you play with my hair.“

you giggled, nodding repeatedly with a smile. „that makes two of us.“ benjamin‘s lips curled upwards, a tired smile plastered over his face as you agreed without hesitation.

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artzychic27 · 10 months

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Nino: Let’s just sneak out when the teachers aren’t looking and go see the movie.

Adrien: We can’t. Mme. Bustier’s got the gargoyles watching us like hawks. *Points to Nathaniel perched on a ledge and staring intensely at them*

Alya: … *Takes a step toward the door*

Nathaniel: *Screeches*

Alya: Worth a shot.

—

Jalil: Dad, does she have to go to my high school? Seriously, she's creepy.

Alim: It's not Alix’s fault she's a monster… It's your mom's fault. When I met her, I thought she was wearing a costume. I didn't know she was a monster until after we were married… Which actually happens to a lot of guys.

—

Adrien: So, all these guys are monsters?

Marinette: Yep. Unlike you, each student in DuPont is a freak.

—

Adrien: *Sees Nino carrying a corpse* Uh, I don't mean to alarm anyone, but that kid has a dead body!

Alya: Oh, that's Nino. He collects dead bodies.

—

Aurore: Juleka! How are you and your partner doing with ticket sales?

Juleka: Good.

Aurore: … Where is your partner?

Juleka: He's not feeling well…

Aurore: Juleka, did you eat your partner?

Juleka: Not all of him. *Pulls out a tinfoil swan* There's some left over in this tinfoil swan.

—

Jalil: Hey, that's not fair. You let Alix go out. You let her do anything she wants.

Alim: Because I'm scared of her. She's got snakes for hair, man!

—

Nino: Look, there's no reason monsters and humans can't get along. Can't you see we're all the same underneath?

Jean: Oh, a jack-o-lantern! Let's light it! *Lights a match*

Nino: *Screams* Fire bad!

—

Kim: I'm tellin' the truth. My brother did eat my homework.

Mme. Mendeleiv: NO!

*Cut to Lacey in the confession seat*

Lacey: Is it because I burned my book?

Mme. Mendeleiv: No.

Lacey: Burned my locker?

Mme. Mendeleiv: No.

Lacey: *counting off her fingers* The bathroom? The theater? The pool?

Mme. Mendeleiv: No, no, and NO!… Wait...how did you burn a pool full of water?

Lacey: *shrugs* It was an accident.

Mme. Mendeleiv: NO!

*Cut to Chloé in the confession seat*

Chloé: And then he was all like, "You know?" and I was all like "Whatever!" and he was all like, "For real?"

Mme. Mendeleiv: *holding her head* I have no idea what you're saying, but no.

—

Ondine: They're leaving. Now's our chance, let's hurry!

Kim: Good idea, I don't wanna be in the sea any longer than I have to.

Ondine: *Glares at him*

Kim: Whales go to the bathroom in here, Ondine!

—

Mireille: How would one go about telling someone they like them?

Ivan: Be direct. Do not waste breath on flowery introductions. Say, “Hello, I like you. You like me?”

—

Nathaniel: *Shooing pigeons away* Don’t you guys ever migrate?!

—

Louis: We're through here. Get out of my house, Benji!

Kim: Fine! If you're gonna be that way about it, maybe I'll do this. *Gets off the couch and starts scooting his backside along the floor* Yeah, look at this.

Louis: Stop that!

Kim: Yeah, you don't like this, huh? This is what Benji would do.

Louis: Stop doing that in my carpet! Knock it off! Stop it!

Kim: That feels so good!

@msweebyness @imsparky2002

#monster high #school for monstrous youths #miraculous ladybug #miraculous #incorrect quotes #mlb au

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day0walkersdrafts · 6 months

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“I would ki-kill that guy with my bare hands,” Benny comments casually. He has the beer bottle against his teeth, dark red sunglasses perched lower on his nose than usual so he can stare across the bar. Sunglasses inside usually make a man look stupid but Benny has that trashy white guy energy that sort of pulls it off. Lark would never try, always feels a little out place when they bar crawl like this to some hole in the wall in the first place.

He’s leaned against the pool table, also looking across at the man flirting with his girlfriend. Matilda, in contrast to Lark, fits in everywhere. She has that energy, so even though she’s in clothes too nice for the place, she doesn’t look awkward. She doesn’t blend either—Matilda stands out against the bland backdrop of some dive bar (that they only went to for the pool tables to begin with) and it explains why some moth has gotten stuck in her glow.

Lark wants to find it funny that it’s always so stereotypical, especially in bars like these. Tucked both hidden away and close to the local university. A good haunt for frat brothers—and it’s those types that approach her so frequently. They have names like Harry or Brad and they can come in a variety of looks but they all poli-sci major and wear khaki shorts and boat shoes. They gel their hair and smile with Crest White Strip teeth. He wants to find it funny, but sometimes it makes him so angry he sees little dots in his vision.

Matilda sits there, little thin black cocktail straw between her teeth as she gives Harry-Brad a demure smile. Lark marvels at how good she is at that and equally marvels at how stupid the men are that wander close and offer to buy her a drink. He can’t actually remember the last time Matilda paid for herself.

“No you wouldn’t,” Lark comments, watching Xavier scratch. He seethes childishly, holding the pool stick in his hands like he might snap it over his knee. The beer has flushed his pretty face red underneath the low yellow lighting of the bar. “You’d start a fight and then immediately run and find Xavier and expect him to finish it.”

“So?” Benny stands from the stool he’d claimed and then lines up his shot. “Not m-my fault Xavier has a PhD in fuck around and find out.”

The red head puffs himself up, flexing stereotypically, mouth set in a grimace. He’s wearing a stolen shirt straight from Benji’s closet, which is obvious by the tattering at the bottom and the edgy design on the chest. It’s also just a smidge too short, but he’s tied a plaid long sleeve (also Benji’s) around his hips.

“Professor Left and Right.”

“Doctor,” Benny corrects, and strikes the cue ball with precision perfect form. It bounces around the pool table, sinking one after the other. He straightens and looks at Lark with a nasty, smug smile. Lark only half pays attention, turning his head to watch over his shoulder as Matilda accepts the drink held out for her. Once shes taken a dainty sip, she then turns swiftly on the bar stool. Her darkly dyed hair fans out glossy behind her as she does, effectively cutting the man off in one snobby gesture.

Mouse is leaning between Naima’s parted knees as her girlfriend sits at the bar; and she laughs so loud that almost everyone turns to stare. Harry-Brad retreats back to his friends with a humiliated, stormy expression.

“God, I fucking love her,” Lark says absently. His head tilts as he watches Matilda continue to sip from the colorful little cocktail.

“Tell her that yet?”

“What the fuck?” Lark’s panicked eyes dart back to Xavier, who has taken to leaning over the pool table in an attempt to thwart Benny from winning his fourth game in a row. He feels a strange panic building up inside his chest at the mere suggestion, as if Matilda might hear over the noisy bar all the way to the corner where the tables are stashed.

“Dude.”

“Game,” Benny says easily as he sinks the eight ball. “Want t-to set it back up?”

“You’ve been dating Matilda longer than Benji and I have been together.” Xavier slides his way around the pool table, using his hand to swipe the rest of the balls he’d not been able to sink into pockets for fun. They crack together loudly.

“Together as in acknowle-le-ledging, or together like you guys fi-finally suck each other off?”

“Fuck you,” Xavier snaps, his teeth clicking together. “What about you, dickhead? I know you haven’t said anything to Maran.”

“I have an excuse,” Benny says as he sits down on his stool. He picks up the pint he’s been nursing (the third, or fourth) and takes a sip. “I’m em-emotionally unavailable.” Lark rolls his eyes and looks at Xavier, who is thankfully suppressing a grin. There’s always a good chance that Benny and Xavier will slip from good natured ribbing to full blown argument, to get the fuck out this bar before I call the cops.

And the bartender sort of looked like the type to brandish a baseball bat before the cop calling part.

“One time, I watched Maran leave and then walk back inside to say I love you.” It makes Benny’s pale cheeks tint a soft rose color. He looks a little funny blushing, because it doesn’t suit the persona he’s constantly pushing. With the tattoos and the backward baseball cap and the stupid sunglasses. Benny uses his middle finger to push them back up his sharp nose.

“That’s b-because he said it makes him nervous if he doesn’t say it before he goes somewhere. Needs to be li-like the last thing he says every time. Leave Maran the fuck alone, alright?” Benny gestures with his beer toward Lark. “This was about that fuckin’ loser.”

“I think it’s about both of you,” Xavier sighs. “You were both in relationships before me.”

“Oh, look at Xavier—high and mighty because he says I love you to Benji every time he gets breakfast.” Lark flaps his hands, mocking and mean. He makes his eyes big intentionally, pathetic and soft. “Benji, I love you so much—extra blueberries in those pancakes, please?”

Benny is kicking on the stool, howling with laughter while Xavier’s flat gaze pins Lark.

“You’re both hopeless. I hope Maran breaks up with you—and Matilda breaks up with you for the fourteenth time.”

“Dunno, fifteenth could be the charm,” Lark jokes dryly.

“Are you fucking assholes done with this table yet?”

All three men turn to look at the group in waiting. It would have been dramatic irony if Harry-Brad with the nice teeth who had been hitting on his girlfriend was among them; but it’s not a sitcom situation like that. It’s just another group of men, drunk and impatient, university age boys with too much alcohol in them already.

“We p-paid for anoth—ther game,” Benny says, lip curled in a sneer.

“We p-p-p-paid—” Before the man can actually finish the mocking insult, Xavier has already thrown the punch. It connects with savage precision, straight to a vulnerable, open jaw. The sound is not too unlike the pool balls smacking together. Lark watches the man crumple like a marionette with cut strings. Then he sighs and pulls his jacket off.

—

“Ow,” Lark complains weakly as Matilda pushes a paper towel wrapped ice cube to his eyebrow. A swelling knot is forming, dark purple and ominous looking. “Ow,” he continues in a sharper tone when Matilda presses just a bit harder.

“Oops,” she replies, with a pretty flutter of her eye lashes. She has glitter on her cheekbones. It’s sort of haphazard and unintentional looking, which makes it downright beautiful on her. Matilda is the first girl he’s ever dated that isn’t precise with her make up. Doesn’t spend hours in front of one of those cute desk mirrors or worry about it in pictures. He likes it, but he can’t really piece together why.

They’re in her bed, because Lark had decided to go home with Matilda instead of back to his shared apartment with Xavier and Benny. Mouse and Naima still linger in Matilda’s kitchen—the sound of their conversation only somewhat carries. The cadence is nice; they have wildly different tones that somehow fit together prettily. Lark hates to admit that he’s liked Mouse even more since she found someone who stopped her from going crazy at random intervals.

He’s moody, however, laid out on her girlish bedspread. One of her stuffed animals is wedged under his arm as he broods and she tends to the little knot on his busted eyebrow. The ice makes it numb, but she’s not exactly a nurse about it—and is maybe a little tipsy still.

“That last cocktail got to you, huh?” Lark asks with more bite than he means.

Matilda arches a perfect eyebrow. When he’d first told Xavier about her—because he told Xavier everything and told him before anyone else—Lark had talked far too long about Matilda’s face. The long, elegance of her nose. Her lips pursed and pouty and her cheekbones cutting. Xavier had gestured at his chest with raised eyebrows, suggestive cupped hands—this is a memory he’s never told Matilda because it’s Xavier’s worst behavior.

“Someone’s pissy because he lost a fight,” Matilda sighs condescendingly, tossing the ice cube into the little trash can by her bed.

“I didn’t lose,” Lark replies with narrowed, annoyed eyes. “We got kicked out.”

“Do you think you would have won if the bartender hadn’t threatened to kill you guys?” She looks skeptically amused, and also like she’s winning the pseudo-argument (that could turn into a real argument, very quick). He pauses for a moment, looking down at the squished stuffed animal wedged between his bicep and chest.

“Do you see how mean she is to me?” he whispers directly to the little alligator plush. One of it’s little beaded eyes is missing, giving it a comical permanent wink. “She thinks I can’t take a lacrosse player in a fight.”

“Shut up, Elias.” She snatches the stuffed animal from him and tosses it to the other side of the bed. It lands belly up, upside down staring at him with that one little eye, smiling like it has a secret. His attention is swiftly brought back to Matilda as she slowly slides her way on top of him. Her knees squeeze on either side of his hips and Lark’s hands instantly find their way to her thighs.

She’d—blessedly—stripped for the night. Matilda wears one of those cute bralettes that he barely understands (“They don’t work like a real bra, so why wear them?” “El, shut up.”) and a stolen pair of his briefs. He loves the way they look on her, because her height makes them ride up shorter than they’re meant to be, cut into the meat of her thigh. The little peek of flesh drives him insane, even though he’s seen her, completely naked, hundreds of times.

“You don’t have to flirt with guys to get drinks.” Sometimes, he’s not sure why he starts with her, in the same way he has no idea why she starts with him. Lark had never been the type to argue with partners before; actually, he’d been a bit of a pushover with the last girl he’d dated before Matilda. But something about her pulls that tiny hot, mean part of him to the surface—and further, he has no idea why he likes that so much.

Sometimes, when he thinks about anything before Matilda, it had all sort of felt muted. Arguing, sex, whatever. It was like pastel colors went neon chrome when she was around.

“I wasn’t flirting with anyone—he bought the drink.”

“I can buy you drinks.”

“And go: thirteen dollars for a Moscow Mule? Oh my God, Matilda.” She makes her voice deep and gruff to imitate him, which makes the insult softer. He rolls his eyes, hands sliding from thighs, around to cup her ass and jerk her closer. She falls forward with her palms braced on the bed. Her hair, pin straight and glossy, falls over her shoulders and touches him, tickles his skin. Lark does a supremely good job of not looking down at that lacy, useless, purple bralette.

“I don’t wanna argue.”

“I’m not arguing. You’re starting an argument because you’re projecting—”

“I wanna fuck, like—really bad, Matilda.”

His blunt honesty disarms her immediately and makes her pale cheeks go a lovely, unique shade of pink. His hands flatten and travel up her sides and he loves watching that little shiver of anticipation run through her. Matilda’s eyes narrow, her chin tipping down. More strands of her hair slide from behind her ears and dangle beside her cheeks.

Lark gets it then; that stupid conversation that he can barely remember in the bar, because he was sort of drunk and the fight had come just directly after. He gets Xavier’s point—he’d like to say it. He’d love to put a hand around Matilda’s throat and jerk her close and say it right to her. Except, before he can get a chance (he’s lying to himself, he’s too cowardly really, in that moment, and will be for some time), Matilda straightens and all but yanks that flimsy purple fabric off.

—

When he can’t fall asleep right away—which has nothing to do with the fact that Matilda sprawls her long limbs just about everywhere with no courtesy to her bed partner—Lark wanders into the kitchen. It’s dark, but he has her place memorized. Not because he’s there so frequently. No reason.

“Holy fuck,” he hisses, jumping when he nearly collides with Naima.

“The best kind of fuck, I guess,” she replies easily. Lark is stunned into a moment of silence before he bursts into a shocked laugh. She smiles, a pretty upturn of her lips, head equally tilted. He recognizes the big hoodie she has on, because it was stolen out of Xavier’s closet who had stolen it from Benji anyway. Lark had last seen Mouse wearing it, absolutely dwarfed in the damn thing.

There is a lingering moment of silence between the two of them that Lark finds shockingly comfortable.

“Did you know Mouse talks in her sleep?” Naima randomly offers up as she crosses the kitchen to the fridge. Lark slowly steps around her to lean against the counter. He points at the organic juice he’d bought and purposefully left at Matilda’s. “This stuff is poison, by the way. No different from the kind that actually has flavor.”

Lark uncaps and takes a swig from it.

“It’s not about flavor, it’s about calories. What is Mouse sleep talking about?”

He suspects she’s passed out on the long, artful couch that Matilda has in her living room. Suddenly makes sense to lark why Naima is awake—that thing couldn’t fit two people on it if it was bribed with more stuffing and new upholstery.

“Voltaire.”

“You’re fucking joking, right?”

Naima laughs as she snags leftovers out of the fridge. They’re grease stained in a little cardboard box. She tosses it onto the counter and goes about finding silverware. For some reason, seeing her at ease in the kitchen—knowing where things go, where utensils are located, where the glasses in the cupboard are—is nice for Lark. It makes him warm. Thinking of Naima, Mouse, Nomi, anyone, in this big artsy apartment with Matilda…makes him happy.

“I dunno. Little beast is reading him lately. She’s got a paperback full of sticky notes covered in coke stains. Mumbling about him in her sleep. Love her for it.”

And it’s not I love you, nor is it necessarily in the spirit of the phrase, or even remotely what Xavier was talking about. But it makes Lark pause with the half gallon juice to his lips. Naima doesn’t notice—or she doesn’t feel the need to notice—and continues poking through the grease stained leftovers with a fork. Lark puts the juice away.

“Want some of this?” The box is in her hand, held out. He can’t even remember where they’d stopped for food along the way home, mostly because he’d turned it down anyway. Lark stares at it, smells the cooked chicken at the very least. He feels for a moment, insanely vulnerable in his t-shirt and briefs. There’s an awkward pressure in his chest. But when he looks at Naima, she’s diverted her attention to the living room. Not that she can see the couch from where she’s standing.

And maybe it wasn’t about looking at Mouse, but not looking at Lark for a moment. He’d feel patronized by anyone else. Or embarrassed. But it’s so dark out that Matilda’s big windows look entirely black. It’s the liminal watery time before anyone wakes up, hungover after a night out. He looks at the ground before shrugging.

“Why not?” He laughs and jerks open a drawer to find a fork.

—

When Lark climbs back into bed, Matilda snips at him. He accidentally lands on her hair a bit, which causes her to squawk and turn on her side to slap his bicep. He mumbles a soft apology and her ire dies immediately; she turns further, arms folded and fists tucked up underneath her chin. Matilda burrows with a wiggling motion until Lark catches the hint and wraps arms around her shoulders. He brings her in closer, where her soft breath tickles his collarbone.

She falls back to sleep so quickly, he doubts she was even really awake to begin with. And Lark is tired too; the alcohol has gone and died in his system, so he’d not even been able to sleep before the hangover hit. His eyebrow burns, the knot bigger than it was hours ago. There’s the creeping suspicious dread that this will get back to his coach and he’ll be talked to about professional conduct.

But there’s also Matilda, her soft sleep sounds. Her knee wedging between his thighs to rest there. The smell of her hair and the fancy products she uses. Lark rests his cheek to the top of her head, drowsy and exhausted, but insanely wired at the same time.

“Hm,” he tests his voice in the quiet of her bedroom. There is mostly just the sound of the aircon and the ever present ambiance of the city outside the window. No noise comes from the rest of the apartment. He feels solidly alone and not alone; the sort of comfortable loneliness of being the only one awake. Lark presses his lips into Matilda’s hair. She doesn’t shift. So, he lets himself practice. Says, I love you, at least three or four times in the empty quiet of her bedroom.

That way when he eventually says it out loud, he’ll do it perfectly.

#lark #matilda #lark x matilda #uni au #:)

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heartpiratedrabbles · 4 months

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Insecurities Part 3

Part 1 Part 2 ~ Part 4

Buggy X Fem Reader

The twins, were now 5 years old and you were still hanging around the same island. The only difference being you’ve made it your home base now. You changed your name to outsiders and started a show called ‘Zazel’s Dazzling Circus’ and it had drawn in quite a crowd, the past two years were filled with traveling with your group to other islands but always returned home after a week or two.

The friends you made were delighted when you had told them you were staying and even when you moved out of Gin’s house, opting to live in the circus itself, he made sure you knew you were always welcomed back and that he’d always be willing to watch the boys. Even going as far as getting a bed for both of them whenever they’d spend the night.

Throughout the years you had slowly let your appearance go back, no longer dying your hair, and wearing the revealing performance clothes again. You couldn’t be happier with how it was going. There were times when you’d look at your boys faces and be reminded of their father, missing him and wishing to contact him but you’d push the thoughts to the back of your head. You’d kept tabs on him throughout the years, keeping newspapers clippings and bounty posters, being proud of your former Captain every time he made the front page. You didn’t mean to make a scrap book of him, but overtime you had amassed enough too and thought it easier to hide a book over a box of loose papers.

Gin recognized your kids features almost immediately but had never pushed you on the matter. He still took care of them when you were away and loved them as an uncle would. And he never told the kids of their father either, which you were thankful for. You’d tell them when they were older, or when they’d ask you about it, whichever came first you supposed. They didn’t seem to much care about not having a father figure, after all they had plenty of role models in their life.

Benji had perfected the art of knife throwing and pick-pocketing already, opting to be a little thief despite having everything he could want. Azure on the other hand had taken after you with his contortion and acrobatic skills, using them to distract people for Benji or to even squeeze in through open windows to steal. And as much as you wanted to raise them right, you couldn’t help but encourage their sneaky ways, also teaching them how to defend themselves in case things went awry. You were, after all, a pirate for most of your enjoyable life, and would rather them be prepared if they decided they wanted to go out to sea one day.

One of your favorite acts to watch from afar was when your two boys would freak strangers out who hadn’t known there were two of them. The shock value of one of them disappearing and the other appearing behind the stranger was perfect to rob them blind. Most of the time the people who so impressed and confused they wouldn’t even notice the missing items at all.

What’s more, your circus had brought some fame to the island and caused more travelers to visit and see the show. It brought you great pride in seeing how successful it had become. As the ringmaster and headliner, you were ecstatic at the applause each night and the berries you were raking in.

Another gig on a different island was coming up and this time you’d be traveling with the crew; your circus had grown enough to be in 2 places at once and you had trusted members who took care of the other act when you were away. Still though, the twins were too young and oblivious to bring to another island to wreak havoc on, so you left them with Gin who’d happily look after them. Using his time with them to teach them more about sailing and pirating.

As you were saying goodbye to your boys you had noticed Benji playing with face paint, curious you walked behind him to see what he was doing. But as you walked closer your mischievous son noticed and quickly hid a paper in the drawer of his vanity, “You can’t see yet!” He had yelled all flustered. Azure snickered behind him and made a comment of not being subtle at all.

“Well I’ll be back in a about a week, can you show me then?” Your curiosity getting the better of you. You son nodded and you smiled before he got up from his chair to join you in a hug Azure following suit. “I’ll miss you boys alright? Don’t forget that if you do do anything to not get caught.” They groaned in acceptance before you departed.

~~~

Cabaji roamed the tent, fitting in perfectly with the people around him, A traveling circus had come to town and piqued his interest, they weren’t common Afterall and he’d like to see how this one worked. He hadn’t made the show itself but had gotten there just as people were leaving as the clean-up process unsued. Strangely enough he felt a sense of calm as the chaotic backstage seemed to run near the same way as Buggy’s own circus.

“Hey, I haven’t seen you before. Why weren’t you at rehearsal?” A man approached him much to his dismay. “When did Mistress Zazel hire you?” He leaned in closer to Cabaji.

“Oh, I was called here to audition and lost my way” He gestured to the unicycle he was carrying and the man sighed.

“I’ve told her to schedule auditions at better times than right after shows but she never listens. Follow me, I’ll take you to the small performance tent” The man believed him easily and Cabaji seemed pleased with himself. He could meet this Zazel and perhaps talk to Buggy about how she runs her show to him.

~~~

“Mistress Zazel another auditioneer is here for you. I put them in the normal tent,” Your stage manager Hendriks called out from behind the curtain, you were cleaning off the make-up and glitter on your face.

You don’t remember scheduling an audition but it had been such a hectic arrival that you could see yourself telling someone in passing to come after the show. You sigh standing up, putting your mini top hat back as you walk towards the tent. Hendriks told you of how he was carrying a unicycle with him and seemed to already be in a costume. You did enjoy the enthusiastic people the most. As you open the curtain you look ahead of you to see the back of a familiar man, causing you to slam the curtain shut quickly.

Hendriks looked at you quizzically as you peaked in again. The man in question had already started balancing on his singe tired bike as though it was as easy as walking and despite the years that had gone by you could tell it was him. Blood rushed out of your face as you turned back to your stage manager, “Tell him I’m sorry but that there are no spots open at the moment.” And you quickly walk away.

Back in your own personal tent you start pacing, it had been years. Years. Why was a former crewmate here of all places? And asking for an audition? What was he up too? You take out your transponder snail to call Gin, “Gin someones here. I don’t know why but I’m worried he’s-“ You babbled out as fast as the speed of light.

“Y/N calm down. What wrong? Who is there?” Gin interrupted you and as you tried to catch your breath he continued, “…Is it Buggy?”

That seems to hitch your breath again, you hadn’t even thought about the whereabouts of your former captain, “I. I don’t know. Cabaji is here though and I’m worried. I left on such awful terms” You were starting to panic, sitting down only to stand back up again.

~~~

Cabaji sighed, his plan had failed and he was sent away. The man didn’t escort him out though so he had decided to take the scenic route and look around. As he continued he heard an oddly familiar voice and went to investigate. “Y/N why don’t you just cut the trip short, have Xavier fill in for you-“ The voice was clearly from a transponder snail but was more interesting was the name used. Did you truly run away to another circus? Buggy would be intrigued.

Deciding to not get ahead of himself he listened in more, and your voice, a tad tired and more worried had reverberated through his head. This had to be you. He had to tell Buggy as soon as possible. Although he hadn’t seen your name in the program so it was clear you went under a different name now adays.

“I’m going to the show tomorrow to confirm it captain.” The blue-haired clown had nearly screamed when he heard the news and promised he’d be there in no more than 3 days. “She might be leaving so at the very least I can see what her alias is based on who this Xavier plays tomorrow.” It was the happiest he had heard his captain in a while.

“I’m stopping at a port tomorrow before heading to where you are. Update me the second you think she’s somewhere else, it’s the closest we’ve come to finding my doll” His captain had cooed out. The past five years had been weirdly restless, traveling and conquering areas that made the world government fear Buggy, but little did they know it was all in pursuit of a single person.

~~~

The next morning Gin had gathered the boys to tell them that their mom was coming home early, it wasn’t unheard of but it didn’t happen often either. “Was she run out of town?” “Did she start a fight?” “Is this like the time she set fire to a bar?” The questions poured in and Gin pushed them off as much as possible.

“Why don’t you get your mother something nice before she arrives? She should be getting back sometime tonight or early tomorrow,” Gin knew they wouldn’t buy something, instead opting to steal from a rich person, but as long as they didn’t get caught it didn’t matter, and with Azure’s planning skills and Benji’s knife skills, he wasn’t too worried about the boys as they ran off to scope out the area.

Gin was a little worried of how’d you react when you come home to find Benji’s poorly copied version of Buggy’s face paint, but decided to add more to your plate when there was nothing he could do. He did warn the boy to wash his face before you arrived though. Benji, on the other hand, had known you wouldn’t be too happy to see him in this face paint. Despite your efforts at hiding it the boys had seen you look at a wanted poster, sometimes crying, and Benji being a snoop, had nabbed one of the posters and immediately loved who he saw.

Azure did make fun of him this morning for how sloppy it looks, but for a first attempt at the full look he was quite happy about it. Azure deciding a much more subtle look of a ponytail with a small hat, and a scarf covering his face. He wasn’t ashamed of his nose, but it was much easier to hide from unwanted attention when the most obvious part of his appearance was hidden. Now though, it was time to find a present. Azure deicing to scour out the new arrivals of boats as Benji took to the crowd immediately, stealing petty berries as he got closer to the dock.

The people who called the town and port their home weren’t surprised to see either of the boys snooping around, and no one tried to stop them from swindling strangers either, sometimes even going as far as to cover for the boys if a particularly angry person didn’t enjoy there disappearing act.

Benji stopped in an alleyway, rummaging through his bag to look at the score so far when he saw his brother out the corner of his eye. “An interesting ship arrived just now, we should check it out” Azure hinted, this could only mean 1 of two things, a rich passenger ship had come through, or a weird ship that was out of normal had made it’s way to the dock. Benji nodded and shooed Azure to make a distraction.

He turned the corner and hid behind a barrel near the ship he was certain Azure was talking about. A large circus tent was on the main deck that memorized both boys for a second before they got back to work. Another circus coming to town? The pride of the act and the anger of stolen spotlight mixed as both boys thought the same thing, steal from the first person to walk of the boat.

Even if they wanted to explore another realm, they knew better than to get on any ship for any reason. The chances of being whisked away or caught skyrocketing when they were no longer on their home ground. As they waited, a man got off the boat wearing a captain’s hat and a large fur coat. This was it. Benji couldn’t get a good look at the mans face but there would be no need. Azure cause a small harmless explosion further down the dock, causing people to look and walk towards the area, and just as expected the man followed suit.

Benji, taking the opportunity ran and ‘bumped’ into the stranger grabbing a rather large coin purse in the act. He was a few paces away when he turned back to bow his head as a fake apology when he froze. The face of the man had looked exactly like that of the poster, although a bit older than the version he had.

Azure seem to have noticed his brother and started making his way through the crowd yelling his name. Hearing his name be shouted he realized his mistake and quickly started to go further, but the man had already spotted him. Despite being so far away he felt a tug on his unruly hair, “Where do you think you’re goin brat?” The captain had barked out, not amused in the slightest, “You makin fun of me with that awful getup?” Benji cried out at the slight pain and quickly grabbed a dagger, opting to cut his hair from the disembodied hand as his brother grabbed his arm and darted through the crowd.

They could both hear the shouts of the man behind him but thankfully the people of the port had decided to try and hide the boys, a bookshop keep ushering them into the back room until the coast was clear.

~~~

“What’s up your ass?” Alvida quipped as the clown angrily walked by.

“Some brats makin fun of my look. One of ‘em even wore a wig and did an atrocious job my make-up on their grubby face” Buggy sat down opening a bottle.

“You sure that’s not just because there’s a circus on this island? Coulda been admirers” She sipped on her own wine leaning back.

“Sure, if you count them also stealing some money. The one kid came outta nowhere to save the stupid twerp too, they even cut their wig just to get away from me,” A huff, “And don’t get me started on that stupid fake nose he wore.”

“Well I’m not condoning beating up kids, but if you want revenge your best bet would be going to the show and lookin for them there.”

~~~

“He looked just like the man in the poster!” Benji and Azure were arguing on just who the man was. The blue hair looked a little too similar for Azure’s taste and the nose was already a telling feature.

“I swear the man in the picture isn’t just a clown what if he’s-“ They both shut up when they hear the door creak open, “Hi Uncle Gin!” Benji quickly slides the poster under a bed and looks up at the man.

“Should I ask what happened to your hair?” A rather large chunk was missing, making the uneven cut all the more noticeable, “Your mother won’t be too happy with me about it.”

“We didn’t get in trouble if that’s what your asking,” Benji grinned up, ignoring the warning glance from Gin, “Well it was a quick escape. They didn’t get us though see!” The boy stood up, pulling his brother with him, and did a twirl to show no injuries on his body. Azure slowly also twirling around.

Gin smiled, it was times like this where he was reminded they were still just small children, “Uh-huh, as long as you’re both safe. “How bout you two stay in for the night and wait for your mom?” The question was innocent enough but Gin had heard a bit of their conversation and didn’t want to risk anything. “And remember to wash your face Benji.”

~~~

“Ladies and Gentlemen welcome to Zazel’s Dazzling Circus! Due to an emergency I’ll be filling in for our wonderful Zazel-“ Cabaji looked up amused, he hadn’t expected this. This Xavier fella was front and center starting the show himself instead of the normal Ringmaster.

He wondered slightly if it was a mistake, if Xavier was filling in for more than one act, but it quickly became apparent that his only role for the night was ring master, and that the big show of the dangerous trapeze had been opted for a different act to suit his skills. So our little Y/N started a circus of her own huh? Buggy will certainly be ecstatic over this.

After the show he got ahold of Alvida, Buggy decidedly off in his own world, “Yea he’s checking out this circus in town, what do you want?” She barked out impatient.

“I thought I’d let him Captain know of Y/N Alias” He heard Alvida knock a few things over.

“How are you sure it’s her?” After explaining the situation even Alvida was getting giddy over seeing her friend again, “Well spit it out Cabaji, what’s the name?”

“Zazel-“

“Like Zazel’s Dazzling Circus?” Alvida interrupted him quickly standing up at the news, after a quick confirmation she was beaming.

~~~

Buggy was wandering the circus for any signs of the brats from earlier huffing a bit. This place seemed like a paradise, freaks walking everywhere and different acts happening constantly in different tents, a main tent for the main show once or twice a night. Some people were whispering while glancing his way and Buggy just seemed as though it was people recognizing his greatness.

After wandering for a while, he stops in front of a booth where a man is organizing shelves, Not bothering to look at Buggy he calls out, “You can buy tickets for the main act 6 tents down from here.” He nods his head in a direction ignoring the clown behind him entirely.

“I’m not here for that. Is there a brat with blue hair red nose parading around?” Buggy huffs out, a little annoyed at the disrespect.

“Ah you’re probably lookin for the twins. I don’t think they’re here tonight but if they are they’d be in a practice tent or around the main acts for the night.” The man didn’t even bother looking over his shoulder as he answered, Benji and Azure got in enough trouble that it was just common ground to reveal where they were at the circus. Besides this was their home turf, no one would dare cause trouble to them here.

Buggy mutters a thanks while walking away, twins huh? Heading towards what he believed to be the rehearsal/practice tents. Searching around, not bothering to ask again. If they weren’t here for the afternoon, it wouldn’t do much to keep asking, but it is a good idea to scope out the area.

#One Piece #One Piece X Reader #Buggy #Buggy the Clown #Buggy X Reader #Part 3

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babyxbunnyx · 1 year

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Have you ever thought about being gay? Pt.3

Summary: Going on the date

Relationship: Ben Gross x Male Reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 1739

Explanations: (h/c) = hair color, (e/c) = eye color, (y/m/n) = your moms name

A/N: Here is the final part to my mini series "Have you ever thought about being gay?"! This part came out very sweet and I really enjoyed writing it. Hope you enjoy it as well!

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(Y/N) woke up at 10am the next day. He sat up, stretching a bit before grabbing his phone.

Benji<3: Sleep well (Y/N) see you tomorrow <3

The (e/c) boy let out a squeal. He felt his face light up. 'He sent a heart!!'

(Y/N): Good morning Benji! Can't wait to see you later!<3

After that, he put his phone away, got up and out of bed. He went downstairs, noticing his mom making breakfast. "Good morning mom. How did you sleep?" The middle-aged woman looked up from the pan, towards her son. "Good morning honey." She smiled."I slept well and you?" The (h/c) male went over to his mom and pressed a kiss on her forehead. "I slept well. Breakfast smells amazing mom" While (y/m/n) smiled, (Y/N) grabbed some forks and plates and set the table. After a few minutes the food was ready to eat. The son and mom both sat down, ready to begin eating. They chatted a bit whilst eating, their conversations mostly consisted of (Y/N)'s upcoming date, his mom's plans for the day and the project Ben and (Y/N) had been working on. They finished their food and stayed seated for a little while longer. When (Y/M/N) looked up to the clock hanging in the kitchen, her eyes grew wide. "It’s already 12:30! You need to go upstairs and get ready! I'll do the dishes." (Y/N) immediately rushed upstairs, yelling a 'Thank you' to his mom.

While his mom did the dishes, the (h/c) boy took a quick shower. He used his best smelling shampoo and body wash, hoping Ben would like it. He quickly finished up before turning off the water and dried himself off. He went back into his bedroom, grabbed his clothes and got dressed. He looked at his reflection in the mirror, smiling brightly. He looked good today. The pants came out amazing and showed his love for art.

He went to blow dry and style his hair in the bathroom. After leaving the bathroom, he grabbed his phone from his room and headed downstairs. (y/m/n) turned towards her son, her mouth agape. "You look amazing honey! The pants really turned out great!" She smiled before embracing him in a tight hug. "Thanks mom. I really like how they came out." He blushed lightly, before taking a look at his phone. 2 new texts from Ben.

Benji<3: Good morning (Y/N)! Can't wait either!<3 ~sent 2h ago

Benji<3: I'm on my way now! I'll be there in about 10 Minutes! ~sent 5 minutes ago

He smiled, tucking his phone back away. "He's gonna be here soon. I better grab my stuff!" With that, he rushed upstairs, grabbing a jacket and his wallet. He quickly put on his shoes, before rushing back down. When he arrived at the door, Ben stood there talking to his mom. Ben looked up, hearing footsteps from the stairs and looked at (Y/N). He couldn't help but stare at him. "You look amazing (Y/N)." He smiled brightly after seeing the (younger/older) boy blush. "Thank you Ben. You look amazing yourself." He said with a meaningful tone. Ben wore some black jeans and a white button down. It wasn't anything special, but it looked special on Ben. "Alright kids go have fun on your date. And Ben?" He looked over at (y/m/n). "Have him home by nine. You both have school tomorrow." She smiled warmly. "Of course! I will have him home by nine." He said, smiling back at her. The two boys left the house in the direction of Ben’s car. The brown haired boy opened the door for the other, making him blush before getting in. Ben closed the door, shutting it. Ben wrapped around the car to the driver’s side area, opening it and getting seated. They both put on their seatbelt and Ben drove off.

"Sooo.. where are we going Benji?" (Y/N) looked over at his date. "It’s going to be a surprise~" Ben's lips formed into a sly grin, the other pouting. "We'll be there shortly.” (Y/N) wasn't satisfied with that, but nodded in understanding.

Not so long after, Ben pulled into the parking lot of their local art museum. (Y/N)'s eyes lit up. He almost jumped out of his seat. Ben chuckled before getting out himself and locking the car. He gently took the other’s hand, giving it a light squeeze. "I assume you like my idea of going here?" The (e/c) boy looked over. "Like it? I love it! Thank you Ben!" He pressed a kiss on Ben's cheek before dragging him off to the entrance. After Ben paid for their tickets, the (taller/shorter) male pulled Ben towards almost any art piece, telling him some fun facts about the pieces or their creators. While art wasn't Ben's favorite subject, he happily took in the information (Y/N) gave him. He found it cute how his eyes lit up at every art piece he liked.

The two of them had spent a few hours in the museum to the point of closing. The (younger/older)'s lips formed into a pout. "I don't want to leave yet.. I haven't seen every art piece!” Ben wrapped his arm around the others shoulders. "Don't be sad (Y/N). We can get back here as soon as possible okay?" He smiled warmly at the other, making his eyes sparkle again. "Really? Thank you Ben!" (Y/N) was quick to wrap his arms around the other tightly, pressing him close to his chest. Ben smiled, pressing the (younger/older) against him tightly. They stood there for a few minutes, before the (h/c) boy spoke again. "I want to show you my favorite place. I love to stargaze there, it’s a breathtaking view. Only if you want of course!" Ben nodded, taking the others hand again and leaving the museum. "Where is it?" He looked over. "Its not far from here, we can leave the car where it’s at. Its only about 10 minutes away." He smiled, walking into the direction of the beach. They made their way over to a small rock formation where (Y/N) stopped and began to climb up. Ben followed soon after and sat down beside the (taller/shorter). "It truly is an amazing spot. But not as amazing as you are (Y/N)." He tucked a strand of hair behind the others hair noticing the others cheeks blushing slightly. "Thank you Ben.. you are quite amazing yourself." (Y/N)'s lips formed into a shy smile, feeling extremely happy in the moment. He looked up, directly into Bens blue eyes. Ben, in turn gazed into (Y/N)’s eyes. Looking into the others breathtaking (e/c) sight, he felt himself getting lost in their appearance.

They smiled at each other, slowly inching closer and closer. Ben's gaze drifted between the others eyes and lips, unsure if he'd be okay with a kiss. The (taller/shorter) boy noticed and instantly stole Ben’s opportunity. He placed his lips on the others, feeling sparks grow in his abdomen. He felt Ben giving in the sweet sensation of their lips touching, kissing him back softly. After they broke apart, they smiled shyly at each other, unsure of what to do or say. They didn't need to say anything. Both knew what they felt during the kiss and neither of them were willing to ignore it. They stayed there in comfortable silence for a few minutes, enjoying the others presence. That was, until the brown haired boy began to speak, drawing the others gaze away from the horizon in the sky. "I.. I really enjoyed our date. I honestly can't say if I ever felt like this for someone. I feel like I could do anything when you are near me. You feel like home to me (Y/N). Would you like to be my boyfriend?" The blue eyed boy's cheeks grew a heavy blush, nervously waiting for the others answer. "You feel like home to me to me too Ben. I would love to be your boyfriend." (Y/N) smiled softly, placing a hand on the others cheek, before they shared yet another sweet kiss.

They stayed at the beach for another hour before they decided to head back to the car. They climbed back down, now leaving the place as official boyfriends. (Y/N) was happy, there was no doubt about that, but he couldn't deny the slight feeling of anxiety growing inside of him. What if Ben tried to hide their relationship? He couldn't handle being a secret boyfriend, he wanted to show the world they belonged to each other. Ben seemed to notice something being off. "Hey dove, what’s wrong?" Ben looked at his boyfriend, concern written all over his face. "Are you gonna hide me in school..?" The (h/c) boy didn't dare to look up, not even after they stopped in their tracks. "What? Of course not. Love, look at me." The (younger/older) slowly looked up, meeting those blue eyes he fell in love with. "I won't hide you anywhere. Not in school. Not in front of my parents. Sure you might be my first boyfriend but you make me the happiest boy in the world. Why would I hide my pretty sunshine?" He smiled, gently wiping away a tear that slid its way down the others face. "Thank you Ben." They shared yet another kiss before continuing on their way.

Once they arrived at (Y/N)'s house, Ben was quick to walk his boyfriend up the porch. "See you tomorrow, little dove. Sleep well." He smiled warmly. "Good night sweetheart, sleep well." They kissed and Ben softly caressed the others cheek before he went back to his car. While the brown haired drove off, (Y/N) needed a few moments before he was ready to walk back inside. He went straight to his bedroom, he decidet to talk to his mom about the date tomorrow morning. He changed into something comfortable before laying down on his bed. Even though they said their good nights earlier, he felt the urge to text Ben one last thing.

(Y/N): Good night Darling. Thank you for making me feel invincible. Sleep well<3

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