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October 31 November 1 | costumes, anonymous sex, size difference | Bucky

18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI FFS

summary: You and Bucky meet at the Halloween party for the avengers. He quickly takes an interest and you end up in his bedroom. Happy late halloween and I hope we all enjoy.

warnings: anonymous sex, unprotected sex, creampie, oral (male and female receiving), some anal play, shibari, dom!bucky (more like daddy bucky help), some definite cock worship, orgasm denial, there is some size difference hints, fluff.

side notes: Have I mentioned I love Sebastian Stan? Writing this had me taking breaks. Hence the day late. That being said, the two kinktober fics I didn't get to will come later, just not under the guise of kinktober. Because let's be honest, this is my wheelhouse anyway so I will keep writing it. Also, I didn't proof read it. Sorry. And, here you go @sweetieswiftie and @castlesnchurches.

You did this to entertain a friend who had just gotten dumped.

You didn’t think the two of you would get in.

There was a Halloween party at the Avengers compound. Your friend only found out about it because one of her friends got an invite. It consumed your friend’s thoughts. All she could think of was running into Thor, everyone’s favorite himbo.

You kept those thoughts to yourself because everyone always looked at you like you grew an ear on your forehead when you said it out loud. And that’s how you got here. You were leaning against the bar waiting for your turn to order a drink.

Meanwhile, across the room, Bucky couldn’t look away from you. Your costume was definitely not something he expected to see tonight, and you wore it VERY well. You were wearing black pumps, stocking covered legs disappearing beneath a rather form fitted military green pencil skirt, a khaki button up shirt tucked into it with a matching tie around your neck, your long hair pulled up in victory curls and a curled ponytail, with a military green WW2 nurses hat. Apart from that, your lips were painted cherry red and your large doe eyes framed with impossibly long dark lashes. You were essentially the image of what he dreamed about so many of those nights during the war, and his mouth ran dry at the thought of going to talk to you. Let alone like this. In a fucking Captain America costume.

Fucking bets,Bucky thought to himself.

It didn’t take long for Sam to figure out what Bucky was staring at, either.

A slow chuckle came out as he followed Bucky’s eyeline to you before clearing his throat, “Buck, if you don’t go talk to her, do you mind if I do?”

Bucky laughed along with Sam until his face relaxed in a smile, and he gave him a pat on the back that was more than friendly, “Yeah, man. Go for it.”

You were absentmindedly rolling a cherry along your lip, waiting for your drink to be made, when someone walked up beside you, “I think that you must be feeling lonely.”

You slowly tilt your head to the side to see him. The favorite himbo. It’s not like you don’t get it. He is definitely attractive. But from what you’ve seen of him, the attraction ends there. You bite the cherry and smile before responding, “Well, that’s why I am ordering a drink. To lower my inhibitions to the point where I don’t care that my friend is over there trying to hit on Steve Rodgers. But she’d love you, though. Couldn’t stop talking about hopefully seeing you.”

Thor followed your eyeline to your friend, who went for a very slutty faerie costume and wore it extremely well. Her very ample cleavage was highlighted with glitter, and it definitely caught Thor’s attention. You watched him scoop up his beer before heading that way, not saying a single other thing to you. You watched her face react as he walked over. That was when your drink arrived, and you turned your attention over to a Dirty Shirley.

As you took a sip, someone walked up next to you, and you heard a smooth voice order water.

You didn’t pay much attention to it until you caught a bit of color from the corner of your eye. Stars and stripes, but not Captain America. You had to look to see who it was, and you couldn’t help but chuckle. Someone was wearing the original Captain America costume. What you didn’t know what that it was the actual original costume. And wearing it was the Winter Soldier.

Bucky’s mouth lifted in a shy smile as you laughed and he couldn’t help but ask, “What’s so funny, doll?”

You took a sip of your drink before commenting, “Come on.”

“No really, what?”

Those blue eyes were impossible to not look into as you answered, “Your costume. We are dressed from the same era, cap.”

“…Bucky.”

“What?”

“My name…Bucky.”

“Bucky?”

Bucky groaned as you started trying to hide a smile. He should have gone with James. He knew better. Before you could say anything, he quickly added, “It’s a nickname. So.”

“So, Bucky, Buck? I like that more.” Bucky smiled softly as you played with the nickname on your lips before you asked, “Are you just a really big Captain America fan?”

“…yeah, I suppose you could say that.” Bucky wasn’t necessarily lying. Steve was his best friend. And the only reason his ass lived to see another day.

By this point, your drink was empty, and you had that comforting warmth spread across your face as you felt yourself relax just a bit. Holding onto the bar and leaning over, you quickly snapped back and looked up at Bucky, “Well, if it helps, you definitely have a much better ass than Captain America.”

Bucky’s eyes grew a little larger before his tongue ran across his teeth in response. A smile grew on his face as he answered, “I absolutely cannot wait to tell him that.”

“Are you trying to tell me that you know Captain America?”

At that moment the bartender came back over and asked if you’d like another drink. You thought about it for a second, “Just one, but could you make it with a double pour of vodka?”

The bartender nodded and started to make your drink as you turned your attention back to Bucky. Bucky decided to shift the attention to you, “Well, you know I’m a fan of Captain America. Are you just a really big fan of World War 2? Or of nurses?”

It took you a second before you realized and answered honestly, “I’m actually a nurse. However, my grandmother did serve in the war as a nurse. It’s how she met my grandfather, actually. This is her actual hat. Came here without expecting to. My friend found out she got cheated on. She dragged me out here and I needed a costume. Had everything for this, in some shape or another. She’s the barely dressed faerie covered in body glitter”- you went to point her out and was a bit shocked to find her with Thor – “who made very little time in getting her tongue down Thor’s throat. As much as I didn’t want to come, at least I’m not working tonight’s shift. Nothing could be worse than being in the ER on Halloween night. But, to answer your question, I suppose I am a fan of both.”

Bucky sipped at his water and decided to take a seat. It appeared you were open to conversation with him at this point. You noticed, though you weren’t necessarily against it. Your drink was sat in front of you, and you smiled at the bartender before saying thanks.

“So, you weren’t wanting to come here tonight?”

“Oh no, I’m not very big on parties.”

Bucky swiveled in the barstool to face the crowd, his elbows resting on the bar top as he leaned back and looked at you, “And what would you rather be doing?”

“It depends.”

“On what?”

“Can I be honest without you judging me?”

“Of course, doll.”

You smiled a bit and tried to hide the effect of him calling you doll by taking another sip of your drink. He still noticed. Though, Bucky kept that fact to himself as you answered, “Burrowed under my favorite blanket on my couch, watching Outlander in my pajamas while eating takeout. Preferably from the Honduran place right down the road. I love a good fried plantain.”

Bucky laughed before responding, “So, literally the complete opposite of what we have happening here.”

“Yeah, something like that.”

At about the same time, Steve found Sam, “Hey man, have you seen Bucky anywhere?”

“Yeah actually. At the bar, but I wouldn’t interrupt. Pretty sure he bruised my back earlier when I joked about going over there.”

Steve looked over and saw Bucky and shook his head. The man always did have a type back in the day. He didn’t expect someone to come in wearing it to a t, though. He smiled a little. Bucky definitely needed this, even if it didn’t necessarily go anywhere. You and Bucky were the only ones unmoving at the bar, passing the next hour in conversation until Bucky had an idea, “Want to take a look around, doll?”

“Wouldn’t we get in trouble?”

“Not at all. You’d be with Captain America, remember?”

You laughed and took hold of his offered hand. When he pulled you to stand, you landed on your feet pressed against him. You decided you enjoyed it. Your voice was a bit shaky as you looked up at him, “Well then, I can’t argue against that. Besides, I’d follow that superior ass anywhere, Buck.”

Bucky’s eyes darkened a bit as he looked down at you, before leaning in and whispering, “Good to know, doll.” The way his breath landed on your skin with the feeling of his stubble grazing your neck, you felt shivers. However, you were snapped out of it as he stepped away, giving your hand a light tug as the two of you left the party area.

About another forty minutes later and you found yourself pinned against the wall of a bedroom; a bit breathless as Bucky’s mouth came crashing down on yours. The feel of his tongue moving against yours was positively delicious and you wanted more. Your shaky fingers undid the chin strap of his head piece and then pulled back on the head piece, dropping it on the floor. He pulled back. You smiled a bit wickedly before commenting, “You’re definitely better looking than Captain America, too,”

“Oh doll, I definitely can’t wait to tell him you said that.” And at that he kissed you again before lowering his head to kiss along your neck, teeth grazing at the sensitive spot just below your ear. The feeling had you moan, and Bucky used his lips to suck the same spot, causing your breath to catch in your throat, your hands threaded through his hair urging him onwards.

He stilled when he realized something, “I don’t even know your name, doll.”

“I think I prefer you calling me doll, Buck. That’s what I want you to treat me like, tonight, anyway. Your doll. To do with as you wish.”

“Careful what you wish for, doll.”

“Oh, but I have been, Buck. So, show me exactly what you want to do.”

Bucky’s metal arm traced the curves of your shape before finding the slit at the back of your pencil skirt. Eyes never leaving you, he gave a vicious pull. Just like that, you skirt was gone in tatters. The only proof of it left was the band that wrapped around your waist. Your heart rate picked up and your legs pressed together. Why was that so hot?

Bucky’s hand trailed along your legs, admiring them now that they were exposed to him. His fingers stopped at the soft lace tops where the clips of your garter belt held them in place, “I quite like these doll. They’re gonna look so nice when I’m deep inside you, legs wrapped around me. But there’s still more of you to see, isn’t there?”

You nodded feebly as his other hand traced the line of your jaw before he kissed you again. This time he didn’t break the contact as he ripped at the fabric of your shirt. He continued pulling away the scraps until you were wearing nothing more than your black balconette bra, black lace panties, and garter with stockings and shoes. It wasn’t lost on you when he took a step back and gently placed your hat off to the side. Then, he looked at you again and you suddenly felt so exposed since he was still very much covered.

Nodding at his outfit, you asked plainly, “Aren’t you going to let me see you?”

“Oh, I’m right here to undress, doll.”

You took a step forward and slowly worked on the top of his outfit until it was off, your eyes falling on the metal of his arm. Your breath hitched as you looked up at him. You were curious to know what exactly happened, but you realized it was not the time or place. However, for some reason, you felt drawn to place a kiss on it gently. Bucky’s nerves at what your reaction might be dissipated immediately at the act. Fuck me, she is perfect.

He made a mental note to definitely get your name once this was all said and done before your hands began to work on his pants. Unable to get them undone, you kneeled down and palmed him over the pants as your free hand worked. When you looked up at him with mischief all over your face, he thought he could cum just like this.

Then, you finally got his pants undone and slowly pulled down, freeing his cock.

You grew wet looking at it. It was perfect. You stopped pulling down his pants, leaving them around his knees. Looking back up at him, a smile graced your lips as you took hold of him at the base. Slowly, you licked and sucked the precum from the head of his cock and Bucky’s head fell back at the contact. Emboldened, you took him into your mouth slowly, your tongue massaging the underside as you did. He hissed a bit before murmuring, “Fuck, doll. That mouth of yours. I look so very forward to using it tonight.”

You were choking on him, and you only had a little over halfway of him in your mouth. As you went to pull back his hand grabbed the base of your neck and held you there instead. Your eyes were watering and drool was leaking from the corners of your mouth. With a bit of a smile, he slowly pulled his cock back just enough for you to gasp air before tilting his hips and rocking back into your mouth. He did it again and again, starting to gain speed, until he was fucking your mouth. He was giving you praise, “You look so beautiful like this doll, those full red lips stretched around my cock. Bet you didn’t see yourself here tonight, did you?”

A choked moan escaped you and Bucky had a blissed out look on his face, the vibrations of your moan feeling like heaven against his cock.

“Why don’t you use those hands to tend to the rest of me, doll?”

Immediately understanding, you wrapped one hand the lower end of his shaft, your drool giving more than enough lubrication as your other hand cupped his balls. As you began to stroke him, that combined with your mouth had Bucky under a spell, “Fuck doll. Never felt something so good in my life. You’re taking care of my cock so good, aren’t you?”

Another moan escaped you at his words. You weren’t sure what was coming over you. Never before had you actually enjoyed giving a blowjob, but you were a wet mess for him right now. Bucky looked down at you with admiration and lust. The sight of your eyes nearly rolling into the back of your head as tears slowly rolled down your cheeks nearly undid him, the taste of his precum on your tongue evidence of that. Then, he pulled out of your mouth entirely, and you felt the loss more than you wanted to admit.

Bucky gently pulled at your hair to guide you to stand, and when you did his metal hand wrapped around your throat as he kissed along your neck, “I’m so curious how turned on you are just by sucking my cock, doll.”

You felt the warmth of his flesh as his fingers trailed along your inner thighs. He felt the slick of your arousal before he reached the lacy of your underwear, “Oh doll”- a sudden move and your panties joined the rest of your clothes on the floor, his fingers slowly sinking into you as you gave a cry –“this messy pussy is all because of me, isn’t it?”

All you could do was nod as his fingers started working you over, the sounds of your pussy taking his fingers loud and messy, breathy moans coming out of you as he continued.

“You love taking care of my cock, don’t you doll?”

As you finally worked up the ability to answer, his palm came into contact with your clit and you mewled, “Y-yes…pl-please Buc-Bucky…”

“Please what, doll?”

“I’m so…m’so close.”

Bucky pulled his fingers from you, your walls tightening to desperately try to keep him there, and as you whimpered at the loss, he gave gentle shushes while slowly circling your clit, “It’s alright doll. I’m gonna make you feel so good once you take care of me. Thoroughly. I’m gonna make you so cockdumb that messy pussy of yours is going to milk me dry, yeah?”

With that, he stopped his ministrations and led you to the bed. As you climbed onto it, your legs shaking, Bucky instructed rather simply, “Hang your head off the side doll.”

As you did, his hands quickly pushed the cups of your bra down, the heaviness of your breasts falling out. You vaguely heard him say, “I look forward to seeing my dick between these perfect tits of yours doll.”

Before you could fully think about that though, you saw him finish taking those pants and boots off before he nudged your lips with his cock, and you opened for him. You weren’t aware just how much being in this position opened your throat until he got much more of his cock in until you gagged, giving him the stopping point. And then, he began to move. You were lost in the action, moans coming through as you realized what you must look like right now. He was fucking your mouth as you lay on the bed, and you were loving it. The sounds were even turning you on.

Thinking about his hand earlier, your fingers slowly ventured to your clit, and you let out a loud, smothered moan as you pressed against it. That caught Bucky off guard, and he slowly stuttered to a stop, cumming towards the back of your throat. You swallowed every last bit of it.

Much to your confusion, he pulled back and walked away, disappearing around a corner. You flipped over, pushing up from the bed before you called out, “Buck?”

He was back after a few moments and that was when you saw what was in his hands. Rope. Bucky smiled wickedly at your nervous expression before he kissed you again and explained, “You said you’re mine to use tonight doll. To do with as I wish. That also means your pussy is mine for tonight…and I didn’t say you could touch it, now did I?”

A heat spread across your face as you shook your head no.

“That’s what I thought, doll.”

After a swift time, you were firmly tied up. The ropes were wrapped multiple times around your thighs and linking them to your waist so that you were unable to stand up if you tried. To further force your ass into the air, you had more rope tied around your wrists and pulling you down, anchoring them to the bed frame.

“Mmm doll, you look absolutely perfect. And, like this, I can use every part of you I want to without your interference. What do you think about that, hmm?”

You didn’t answer and Bucky gave a slap against your ass cheek, before running his fingers along your folds, “When I ask a question, I expect an answer, doll.”

Pulling against the rope, you felt the bite of it in your skin and it only turned you on more before you answered, “I think I want to feel your fingers again, Buck.”

“Greedy doll.”

You could hear the approval in Bucky’s voice, though, and he gave you what you wanted. The warmth of his fingers ran along your folds more until he slowly sank his ring and middle fingers into you. You let out a moan and then, “Just your fingers feel so good Bucky.”

He was going at a lazy pace, enjoying the way your pussy sounded as he sank those two fingers into you. You were so tight around just that and he knew once his cock was inside of you, you would be screaming his name at the stretch he would give you. Bucky was so curious to see how you taste, though. So, he pulled his hands back and when you opened your mouth to protest, you felt the weight shift on the bed and his warm breath fell on your clit. Then, he slowly ran his tongue along your pussy and hummed in appreciation at the taste.

His tongue delved into your pussy as his hand snaked around your waist to press on your clit, rolling it with his fingers and he continued lapping up your arousal greedily. Incoherent moans fell out of your mouth, unable to even begin expressing how good his tongue and fingers felt. Then his tongue fell on your clit, his hand falling away, and you were so close. However, Bucky could feel it, and backed away.

He decided to distract you instead, “Tell me doll…”

His fingers dipped into you and came back out covered in your arousal, playing with the tightness of your ass, “Just how much of you can I do with as I wish?”

A moan ripped through you as his finger slowly massaged and began to push against your asshole, slowly sinking into you, “…all of me.”

“Is that right, doll?”

You were moaning once again as his free hand began fingering you again, the other still slowly delving into your ass. Bucky was pleasantly surprised with just how much you were willing to let him do, and he wasn’t going to let this go without praise, “Look at you, taking me like a good doll. You’re enjoying this aren’t you, doll?”

He eased off of your pussy again right before you released, letting you cool off before continuing. You didn’t have to answer. And to be honest, you weren’t sure that you could. This felt so good and if you tried to answered, it would just be a mess. Eventually, he worked his entire finger inside of your ass and after you grew accustomed, he began moving it in tandem with his other hand and you would fall limp if only you were able, “Mmm Bu-Bucky, please le-let me cum”- you moaned as he picked up speed –“pleas, please!”

It wasn’t his original plan but fuck if you were so hot like this. You were being such a good doll for him, too, that he didn’t want to deny you. And soon, you were screwing your eyes shut and your breathing was picking up before you cried out for him and your eyes opened, seeing nothing but white as your orgasm ripped through you.

You felt the loss of his hands, but soon you realized the head of his cock was pressed against your slick folds, running along them slowly. As you let out a gasp, Bucky nearly growled, “I’m nowhere near finished with you yet, doll.”

And with that, he sunk his entire length into you, and you let out another moan at the sensation as he let out a praise, “That pretty pussy is so tight for me, doll.”

Slowly me pulled out and thrust back in and you let out a cry as he brushed your cervix and soon, he was picking up a brutal pace. All that could be heard were both of your moans and the sound of his skin slapping against yours. You felt too good for him to try and deny you now. So, as he slammed into you and you could feel your orgasm approaching, you expected him to deny you and when he didn’t it slammed into you, and you were crying out for him again. He didn’t relent as you came, and instead reached his hand around your hip to play with your clit as he fucked you to a whole new high. Your next orgasm came fast and just as he said, you were an incoherent, cockdumb mess and with the way your pussy was spasming around him he came deep inside of you without a second thought.

Bucky was still deep inside of you as he leaned over and kissed you gently on your shoulder before gently pulling out.

With a smile, he walked around the bed and freed your hands before kneeling before your face on the bed. Your eyes were heavily lidded, and your face was full of bliss and Bucky smiled at you before running his thumb along your lower lip, “Open for me, doll.”

Riding the effects of your orgasm high, you simply did as he asked and you eagerly licked his half hard cock, admiring the way that you tasted with him before slowly sucking him. You continued doing so until you could feel his cock responding, partially wondering why he had so much damn stamina.

Bucky murmured something that you couldn’t hear before he gently pulled away and undid the ropes holding you. Just as gently, he flipped you over onto your back and spread your legs. A blush spread over your face and chest as you felt his previously release begin to trickle from you and you couldn’t think of anything else to say other than a sheepish, “Hey.”

Bucky licked his lips before smiling shyly back at you, “Hey.”

You suddenly felt so exposed, and you were hoping he wasn’t judging you, so you quickly said, “I normally don’t do this.”

Bucky stilled as he lined up his now hard cock with you, “Have sex?”

“No!” You realized you shouted it a bit and winced which caused Bucky to laugh a bit as you took a breath, “I normally don’t have sex with men I’ve just met. I just…don’t want you to think less of me is all.”

“Mmm doll, that just means I have had the absolute luckiest night.” Bucky slowly sank into you, his arm reach for your leg and guiding it to wrap around him. This felt so much more intimate. Bucky slowly thrust into you, his lips falling on yours before he continued, “The luckiest night, with quite possibly the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, doll.”

And just like that, you spent the rest of the night with Bucky, his stamina finally giving out a few hours later and at that point you fell asleep in his arms.

Once the sun rose you were wakened by the bright light. Looking around, you realized Bucky had an arm slung over you and that was when you saw the clock by the bed. It was eleven in the morning?! You felt a panic building. You were supposed to start your shift roughly two hours ago.

You slowly worked your way out from under Bucky’s arm and looked around, realizing your clothes were not an option to leave in. Also, you remembered last night and realized that was definitely proof of Bucky all over your thighs. Shit. Looking around, you spotted a bathroom and was relieved that he had a shower. You made quick work of cleaning yourself up, doing your best to not dwell on how fantastic his soap smelled, jumping out and drying off. Then, you looked at his dresser and tentatively opened the top one and sighed in relief when you saw he had t shirts in there.

Pulling one over your head, you were happy it was black to hide the fact that you weren’t necessarily wearing a bra. Then, you found sweatpants and pulled them on, tying the drawstring tightly around your waist. All you needed to do was get to the room the party was in last night to grab your purse with your phone and keys. Creeping over to the door, you looked back at Bucky. You weren’t sure if you should wake him up or not.

After a few moments, you slipped out of the door with your heels in hand, a sheet of scratch paper on the nightstand with your name and number, along with a quick ‘aka doll’ scribbled beneath it.

Getting a bit turned around, you quietly went through a door and when you turned around to walk forward you came to a sudden stop. There, eating what appeared to be a brunch spread, were Captain America, Black Widow, Bruce Banner, Captain Marvel, Thor, Antman, and a few other Avengers that you didn’t recognize. They silently looked at you as you silently looked at them. Then, coming through the door in just sweatpants was Bucky.

“Mmm, good morning doll.”

His arm reached around your waist and pulled you closer, kissing you thoroughly. You felt a blush spread across your face, considering the audience. Bucky though? He smiled cheekily before adding, “I like you in my clothes. Only thing better is you out of them.”

At that, the audience watching the both of you suddenly resumed eating their food as though they weren’t eavesdropping, loudly resuming their conversation.

"You forgot this." Bucky brandished your hat and you took it with a warm smile, "Thank you, but also I'm very late for work."

“Stay for food and I’ll bring you home myself so you can get ready, then I'll take you to work.”

“Bucky, I don’t know how that’s going to help my situation.”

“Well”- he pulled you closer and you felt his hand pressed flatly against your back beneath the shirt you wore –“maybe they’ll be more forgiving when the winter soldier tells them it is his fault you are late, as he needed your help with official avengers business. What do you say?”

Your eyes grew large when you realized what he said. Holy shit. You had sex with the winter soldier. Well, at least that explains the stamina. Bucky chuckled at your face as you realized, and he leaned down and kissed you once, twice, three times. Then, he gently guided you to sit at the table with that hand on your back before he disappeared to get you a plate of food.

#kinktober 2022 #bucky x you #bucky barnes smut #dom!bucky #shibari #hope everyone enjoys

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haven-of-dusk · 3 months

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I'll say it first no matter what the cost, here I am full heart, full stop. I love you.

I wanna finish what we started in the stairwell where we met

I wanna live like I have never even heard the word regret

I wanna scream what's in my heart and I won't ever take it back

'Cause I love you feels a lot like high school and forever after that.

When a song written for another fictional couple fits them even better...

(P.S. Love You Forever from HSMTMTS is the song. I am also bad at keeping track of where I found things, so if there is a GIF or content you want credit for, please tell me and I'll add credit. Though I think Alice Oseman is the most obvious credit to give for the comic.)

#narlie #nick and charlie #nick nelson #charlie spring #honestly every song could be about them #love you forever #narlie was literally my first thought when I heard the song too #i almost wanted to wait until there were gifs from S3 but I just couldn't #hope everyone enjoys

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eclecticmuses · 2 months

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After Heartbreak

Author: @eclecticmuses Rating: Explicit Chapters: 15 Relationships/Characters: Leo Fitz/Jemma Simmons, Leo Fitz's Mother, Jemma's Parents, Milton, Other Original Characters Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Romance and Angst, Childhood Sweethearts, Second Chances, Class Differences, Angst With A Happy Ending, Explicit Sexual Content Summary: February, 1945. Jemma Simmons is working as a nurse at a Red Cross convalescent hospital in the south of England caring for wounded soldiers when she runs into a ghost from her past: Leo Fitz, her childhood sweetheart, who was cruelly ripped away from her by her disapproving parents several years prior. Can they rekindle their friendship and find something new? Or will Jemma's responsibilities and family ruin their chance at love once and for all?

Excerpt from Chapter 1:

Jemma Simmons’ eyes opened to darkness.

Her long-established routine immediately kicked in: silence the shrill alarm rattling away on the bedside table, switch on the lamp, then lie back in bed and blink up at the ceiling as her eyesight adjusted to the dim light that bathed her attic bedroom. She allowed herself one moment to be still and enjoy the comforts of her small bed before she stretched and got up, heading downstairs to the bathroom to begin the rest of her morning ritual. Time to face another day.

It was February, 1945. The Allies had long since pushed onto the Continent and were beating the Germans back, but they were suffering heavy losses along the way. As a nurse, Jemma had seen the worst of the casualties coming back to British soil from the front and even some that resulted from attacks at home—all of the blood and guts and gristle that were a part of wartime. Thankfully, she no longer dealt with death. Now she worked in recovery.

Read the rest on AO3!

#Agents of SHIELD #Fitzsimmons #Leo Fitz #Jemma Simmons #eclecticfic #fs forbidden romance au #IT'S FINALLY HEEEEEEEEEERE #just a short little chapter to get us started!#I finished that banner months ago lol #that's Jemma and Fitz from some flashbacks that start in chapter 2 btw #not the present timeline #but I still love them they are v cute #HOPE EVERYONE ENJOYS

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whumble-beeee · 5 months

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The (Un)Official Guide to Hero-Keeping

The First Day of the Rest of Your Life, pt. 1

Masterlist

CW: disabled whumpee, gun mention, restrained to chair, knife

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[Welcome to The (Un)Official Guide to Hero-Keeping; a self-help guide for super-villains and bounty hunters! In this self-help manual written by villains, for villains, we will go over various techniques, tips and tricks, and other useful skills for all different types of villains needed to keep those pesky heroes safely and securely kidnapped, nicely out of the way for your dastardly deeds!

Torture tips, mind games, knot-tying step-by-steps, and more, all the knowledge you will ever need in order to capture and contain a super-powered person is kept right here, in The (Un)Official Guide to Hero-Keeping! Time to seize the day, villain! Heretofore, may your endeavors forever be hero-free!]

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Stan screamed himself awake, but he couldn’t hear anything over the deafening flaring in his ears, his heart racing, body burning, every muscle seizing.

He couldn’t breathe. It wasn’t that there was anything strictly in the way of his breathing, it was just as if his lungs had succumbed to death's dark embrace and were about to glide through to heaven’s pearly gates when some malevolent force clawed into them and ripped them asunder, shoved them back into his body, and ordered them to get back to work.

And they were not happy about it.

Neither were his heart, nor his brain, or any normal bodily function for that matter, because for a brief moment, they all seemed utterly appalled and offended that Stan had the audacity to still be alive.

It only took a couple eternal seconds for his bodily functions to fully reaccept their lot in life, but now he was fully aware of every fiber of his being that insisting “wait, aren’t you supposed to be dead?” which made him immediately spiral into a blind panic.

His chest heaved as it tried to force in air, his head buzzed in a horrible all-consuming way, the lights and colors and sounds around him were all way too bright and loud and whooshing around him faster than he could ever process fully. So he just screamed, begging and needing for it to stop, please, please, he couldn’t take this anymore, anything else but this, please.

Slowly, unfathomably slowly, the panic began to ebb away. His surroundings finally started to infiltrate his overloaded consciousness; the gray concrete, the cinderblock walls, a mostly empty room that immediately set him on edge, because he knew exactly what this type of room was for.

He sat in a chair. Or rather, his arms were wrenched behind him and his wrists were secured to the back of the chair with what must have been twine. Then some ropes connected to his wrists crisscrossed around and across his stomach several times over to keep him bound tight. So it was more like he was imprisoned in the chair.

He thrashed out against the rope, only succeeding in momentarily stealing the breath from his lungs again. No give at all. He held in a sob and blinked the tears away, trying to fight off the angrily buzzing head and desperately weak appendages.

Then he saw him.

Another person in the room; a man sitting in his own chair a few feet away, only with the good fortune to not be tied to it. He held his phone limply in his hand and tilted his head at Stan with some mild amusement, as if he had just paused his internet browsing to watch the captive struggle.

There really wasn’t that much special about him, at least considering he was probably a villain; he dressed like a cyber-punk cowboy, with blond hair, a darker complexion, and a couple of scars scattered about the small amount of skin he had exposed, including a pretty nasty burn scar that peaked out from his collar and up over his jawline. He wore a mask to cover the bottom half of his face, and a tool belt with various little pockets and cases, among which was an actual leather holster housing an actual shining metal gun. It was some sort of old-timey-looking revolver, sparsely decorated to match the rest of the man.

Stan stared wide-eyed at him. He wished that he wasn’t a panicking lurching mess in front of the person who must have been his kidnapper. The guy returned his terrified glare with half-lidded eyes and a light-hearted smile.

“Let-let… Let me go-o.” Stan finally sputtered out.

The man raised an amused eyebrow. “What, no hi, hello? Would have thought you to be the polite type…”

A tickle in the back of Stan’s mind told him that he knew that voice from somewhere, but a much more prominent voice in the front of his mind screamed danger danger DANGER!!

“Let me go!” Stan shouted through gritted teeth, straining against the ropes. The man didn’t so much as flinch. “Let me go and we can forget all about this! I’ll let you off with a warning! But you need to let me go, you have no idea who you’re dealing with here!”

The captor rolled his eyes, slid his phone into his pocket, and casually strolled over to Stan, which Stan reciprocated by leaning back into his chair as much as physically possible. He tried not to eye the revolver too noticeably.

“You’ll let me go off with a warning, huh?” The man teased with a soft lilt. “That’s a relief. Y’know I was worried there for a second, since I’m dealing with THE Stan McKellen, right?” He said the name as if Stan were some movie star, instead of some super-powered nobody.

“Age twenty-two, five foot four, brownish-redish hair, green eyes, buncha fuckin’ freckles. Pretty bad limp in your right leg, and you’ve got this cute little magic cane that you use to walk and make your powers just… so much more powerful.”

His eyes practically sparkled as he knelt down in front of Stan. “Telekinesis, or something of that sort. Y'know, I saw you in full action before I nabbed you. Really impressive. The swirly magician cape really adds to the magic of it, I think.”

Stan tried to kick him in his stupid smug face, but the man was sadly just out of kicking range. He smiled a shit-eating grin and stood up to slowly meander around Stan.

“But I wouldn’t know about all that, especially the part about keeping that cane the hell away from you because could lay me on my ass if you had it. Because I don’t know who I’m dealing with, right?”

Stan's face flushed. “You can’t just take–!”

“You’ve also got some pretty shady history, yeah? I mean, did you know you don’t even legally exist? Like, not that you've been declared dead or something, I’ve seen that before, I mean you don't exist at all, in any database. It's like you've been erased. You don't exist. That, of course, got my attention, so I did some digging, loads of recon and llave, you've got some of the most insane powers I’ve ever seen, just throwing shit around and pushing people around like ragdolls. I’ve been in this business for quite some time, and it wouldn’t be a stretch to say you’re probably one of the most powerful I’ve seen. It's really a shame that you need that cane to do anything with them, and even more so that your leg doesn’t work right–”

“Okay, OKAY, I get it, you know who I am! Stop talking about the cane, or– give it back, I need it!”

“Preeetty sure I implied you’re not getting that thing back.”

Stan jolted in his restraints, and immediately regretted it when he was sure he felt new bruises forming on his wrists. “I need it! Give it back.”

The man paused behind him. Long enough that Stan almost called out to him to demand what the hell he was doing. Then he sat on top of the back of Stan's chair, forcing Stan to either take his full weight on his upper back or lean forward and strain against the already too-tight rope. Stan quickly chose the latter with a strangled grunt.

“I do what I want, chiquito,” the man said, deceptively calm. Friendly, even. “You'd do best to learn that quickly.”

Stan bucked back against the weight and let out a frustrated groan when the whole man on top of him didn't budge. The ropes dug painfully into his stomach.

“Get. Off of me.” He seethed.

“What's the magic word?”

“Fuck you.”

His captor leaned back onto him a little bit more, and the rough tendrils of the twine bit into his wrists like sandpaper. His shoulders tugged back, stuck behind the chair and protesting the weight folding him forward by tugging him rebelliously back, caging in his ribcage, forcing the air out of his lungs. He let out a pained wheeze before he could stop himself.

“Still not quite right.”

Stan squirmed in his seat, trying to shove up and get the captor off of his back, but it was proving increasingly hard to try and shove such a big guy off with only the use of one knee to push back, his protesting noodle arms, and the increasing desperation banging against his skull.

“Okay, okay, fine!” he squeaked breathlessly, hoping he sounded like he was just conceding instead of near panicking. “Get off of me, please! Please!”

The man stood back up and Stan slammed back up against the back of his chair, breathing deep and fast, only now feeling the bone-deep soreness and probable ring of bruises around his aching wrists. He couldn’t even feel his hands, the bonds were so tight. How long had he been tied up? How long had he been here?

He felt a hand ruffle his hair. “Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Stan wanted to scream. “Yes. It was hard.”

The voice snorted. “That's what she said.”

Stan could have sworn he saw red. He closed his eyes and took a deep, calming breath to turn down the boiling rage and rising panic in his stomach. It did absolutely nothing. He pulled on the ropes yet again, more out of desperation than any actual notion that he might be able to tug loose, and another jolt of pain branched up along his forearms.

Tears threatened his eyes again. He was at the complete mercy of a man who made ‘that’s what she said’ jokes.

He did his best to shove down the emotions and tried to focus on the positives. This guy obviously didn’t care about experimenting on him or trying to steal his powers, or torturing him until he was just a husk of himself, or trying to mold him into a living weapon who just lived to do as he was told without question or hesitation. Hopefully…

There was also still that nagging feeling that Stan knew this guy from somewhere, a small piece of vital information buried deep in his brain screaming to get out, shoved down under years of trauma and intentional burying of memories until it couldn’t find its way to the front of Stan’s mind if it had a map, a compass, and the sun to guide its way.

He clenched his fists. Why was his brain being so stupid?! He was smarter than this!

“Who are you…” Stan grunted under his breath, not even fully meaning for it to be verbal, but the pent-up emotion was starting to bubble over.

“Hm?”

“Who!” He shouted, surprising both himself and his captor. “Who are you?! Why are you doing this, why am I here, how am I here, why did you kidnap me?”

The man narrowed his eyes at Stan, and his heart may as well have stopped. He cringed in anticipation of some sort of punishment for yelling. He knew the man’s type. Power-hungry. Easily pissed off. Eager to make someone suffer, especially when they’re given a reason to, which Stan just did. Why couldn't he just keep his mouth shut?

Instead of doing any of that, the kidnapper just picked up his chair and slid it closer so the two of them could talk face-to-face.

“Alright, you're right, I should probably explain,” he started with a sigh. Despite the sudden bewildering tone shift, Stan couldn't help but tentatively lean into the promise of answers. He hadn't expected any sort of positive response from his outburst.

“Can’t tell you much, but I’ll give you a few free questions, yeah?" The man started. "The deal is, I’m basically gonna be your babysitter. I'm really just supposed to keep you here for the time being.”

“You're... my–… my babysitter?” Stan sputtered.

“Basically.”

Stan waited for an elaboration, but the man seemed perfectly content with his answer. But he did say Stan could ask questions, right?

“Okay, so you’re…” he started tentatively. This was a delicate game. “You’re holding me for someone else? Or you’re gonna let me go in a little while?”

“Can’t say.”

Stan scrunched his eyebrows. “Why not?”

“You’ll learn soon enough.”

Ominous.

He sighed, searching his brain for a different line of questioning.

“Then why are you holding me here?” he ventured.

“Can’t say.”

Stan groaned. Was this how it was gonna be? “Why not? Are you like a villain or something? Got some big plans to use me to destroy the world or some crap?”

“If you wanna describe me as a villain, sure. I’m just a mercenary. A bounty hunter, if you like.”

Okay, that felt like important information, but all it did was make Stan want to kick himself for not realizing sooner. Obviously the guy was a mercenary, just look at him. He felt some puzzle pieces click together within his brain. Mercenaries do other people’s dirty work.

“What’re you gonna do to me here?”

“Depends entirely on you.”

“What does that mean?”

“Can’t say.”

He must be messing with him on purpose, this was egregious.

“Who are you working for?”

“Can’t say.”

Stan was getting tired of this. “Can’t, or won’t?”

“Won’t.”

“Why are you even letting me ask you questions if you’re not gonna answer them?”

He shrugged. “It’s a helpful pacifier.”

“Come again?”

He shrugged again.

“Okay, okay, fine,” Stan conceded. “Can you at least tell me who you are? I don’t even know your name.” and I feel like I’ve seen you before.

The man chuckled. “Bud, I think you can use your smart-brain to know what I’m going to say at this point.”

Stan took a deep breath and closed his eyes. “Won’t say?”

“What can I say? If you knew my name I’d have to kill you,” he said in an almost sing-songy voice.

Stan nearly laughed at the cliché before he realized there was probably some truth behind the joke. It turned into a more strangled cough.

“...uh. What do I call you then?”

“Usually I’ll say ‘DB’ if the target isn’t creative enough to come up with some derogatory nickname on their own.”

“I’m not calling you Deeby, that’s stupid.”

“It’s even stupider when you know what it’s based on.”

“What’s it based on?”

“Can’t say.”

“This is bullshit.”

The man snorted and shot up from his chair fast enough for it to skitter backward. Stan recoiled into himself at the sudden flurry of movement and sound.

“Wonderful, I hope you found your little impromptu interrogation session enlightening.” the mercenary smiled. “Now back to business.”

He fiddled around in one of his belt pockets, then tsked when he apparently couldn’t find what he was looking for and switched to another pocket instead. Stan felt a horrible churning feeling start to stir in his gut. He didn’t like how the man had just suddenly sprung to life, how giddy he seemed to be for whatever he was searching for.

His heart sunk into his shoes when he finally saw what the mercenary held up for him to see. “So, runt,” he drawled, fiddling with an egregiously large pocket knife and locking it open with a deafening click. The blade glistened in the clinical lighting. “How do you feel about knives?”

#whump #hero whump #whump writing #whumper #whumpee #defiant whumpee #kidnapping whump #whump story #heroes and villains #(un)official guide #been waiting so long to finally upload this #very excited for it hehehehe #hope everyone enjoys #also pacing issues? what pacing issues? never heard of 'em

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youreternallover · 13 days

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Rainy Days

The first meeting between Mochizuki Asuka and Amamiya Ren. Mochizuki Asuka is my original character made for the Persona 5 Royal game. This is an Oc x Canon story.

This is my first time writing after a good few months due to writers block, and so it may be OOC and not made with top notch quality. But I enjoyed writing it, and that’s all that really matters to me.

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Pit. Pat. Pit. Pat.

The drips of rain falling to the sidewalk was all that was heard aside from the cars on the busy street. It created a soothing sound. It wasn’t meant to rain today, and yet it did, you can never trust the weather reporters to give accurate reports.

A soft sigh left her lips as she walked towards the railway station from the school to go home, listening to the sound of the rain hitting her umbrella. Asuka Mochizuki was glad she always carried one around, due to situations like these. Though, she pondered, would her brother be okay? He probably didn't bring an umbrella, and he had to stay longer at the school today.

She shook her head, there was no point in worrying about her brother, he always managed to find a way to come home unscathed.

It was a peaceful walk so far, nothing out of the ordinary. Though, out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a familiar face. Unkempt wavy black hair, pretty dark-grey eyes and black glasses. That was the new student, Ren Amamiya.

Asuka stopped walking for a moment, tilting her head as she saw him. Shielded from the rain by a canopy of a store, multiple people standing under it. Right, it wasn't meant to rain today. People didn't bring umbrellas with them.

She thought back to school, how on the first day everyone already avoided him because of people finding out he was on probation, deemed a danger and trouble due to it by everyone.

A soft sigh left her lips, she felt bad for him. Right on his first day he had already been treated poorly by everyone with a few exceptions. Asuka knew what it was like to be an outcast, she was one in her old school.

After a bit of wondering, Asuka decided she’d try to get to know him. You can’t judge a book by its cover, or perhaps judge a person by rumours.

With slight hesitance and mentally building up confidence, she approached him with a small wave to try and get his attention. Perhaps he also used the railway station? Then she could walk him there with her umbrella, at least he wouldn't be soaked or have to wait till the rain mellows out.

Dark-grey eyes turned their attention to her, hesitation was building up. What if he thinks it’s weird that she’s approaching him out of school? ‘No, Asuka’ She thought to herself, she already was approaching him and so there was no way she’d back out now. That would be even weirder.

The sound of rain against the umbrella was soothing her nerves. Upon being at a reasonable distance, Asuka finally spoke up.

“I’m sorry to bother, but you’re the new student at our school, right? My name is Mochizuki Asuka, I believe I’ve seen you around the school a few times.” The brunette said with a smile resting on her lips.

*The raven-haired high schooler pushed up his glasses which were threatening to fall from gazing down at his bag beforehand. With a small head tilt and a nod, he returned a small smile.

“My name is Amamiya Ren.” He spoke, nodding at the question to confirm it. As he was about to speak again, a meow rumbled from his bag and a fluffy cats head poked itself out.

Both their gazes shifted down to his bag, a black cat with some white around its mouth and big blue eyes. ‘Meow’ The cat mewled in a curious manner. What an adorable little kitty.

A soft smile tugged at Asuka’s lips as she looked at the cat before gazing back at him, a curious expression written all over her face. “You have a cat? It’s adorable.”

“You could say that.” Was what he said in response to the question, looking at the cat that was being spoken about. The cat.. seemed to be upset over being called a cat, but had enjoyed the attention the stranger was giving him.

Not quite understanding what he meant by that, she just shrugged it off and asked a different question upon spotting the yellow collar on the cat. “Hm.. Well whats their name?”

“..Mona, me and my friends named him Mona.” He hesitated with the answer, as if having to remind himself what his own cat is called, or perhaps what name to call him in that moment.

“Mona, huh?…” Asuka trailed off before nodding with a content smile, “I like that name, it seems fitting.” Her gaze wandered back to the busy roads and rain tapping on her umbrella.

Unbeknownst to them, they started walking in the rain while keeping small casual talk, her umbrella keeping them sheltered from the rainfall. They discussed things such as their classes, their view on the school and so on, with Asuka occasionally asking questions about the cat in his bag. They even shared some laughs along the way, this has gone better than she had expected.

Within a span of thirty minutes they had reached their destination. “Oh- we’re here.” Asuka spoke, albeit a bit bittersweet as she had been enjoying their time together.

“I guess this is where our paths end, I’ll see you in school?” Asuka asked with a soft smile to mask her disappointment, closing her umbrella while gazing at him.

“Yeah, I’ll see you around. I appreciate you letting me share your umbrella.” He said with a push to his glasses and a smile on his lips, giving a wave with his free hand that wasn’t holding the bag securely.

And with that, Asuka left. A content expression on her face and a soft glint in her eyes. She left with the knowledge she made a new potential friend, without the help of her brother.

#🌓 eclipse’s writing #persona 5 royal #original character #ren amamiya #p5r #writing #oneshot #asuka mochizuki #for fun #idk what else to tag #idk what to tag this as #practicing #i was so nervous to post this omg #hope everyone enjoys

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jaeclerc · 10 months

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through the dark ; maxiel ; 2.4k

tw: mentions of eating disorders, unhealthy behaviors, previous abuse, mentions of mental health disorders

max was trembling with the effort it took to not spill his guts out in front of daniel, to admit all the things he’d been hiding from him. he was picking at his food, his stomach turning over and over as he stared at the pasta on his plate, trying to occupy his hands as he cut it smaller and smaller. his mind was racing with a million different thoughts.

he wanted to tell him, to admit that his dad visiting was driving him into a pit, that every time he told daniel he was going to his classes, he was actually just fucking around in the public library, staring at the books he pulled on things like physics and mechanical engineering to try pretend like he was actually attending college and not a high school drop out. he felt like the clock was ticking on his honesty and every day that he lied to daniel about how normal he was, about how absolutely perfect everything was, he was just sealing the death of the best thing he ever had.

“are you not hungry, max?” daniel asked and max just shook his head, slightly pushing his plate away. he rarely actually ate when he was with daniel, but he usually managed to fake it better. this time he could not.

“you okay?” daniel looked concerned and it made max’s stomach turn even more. he felt like the guilt was seeping out of every pore on his body. he just nodded, a tight smile on his lips.

“just worried, you know? about my dad. he’s very critical of me.” daniel tilted his head just slightly and gave max a look that made him feel too seen to be comfortable. daniel always made him feel too seen to be comfortable, the only person who max let slip behind his perfectly constructed facade.

“but you’re doing well!” max just ducked his head, the rope around his neck tightening with every word and he just wishes he was never there in the first place. he wishes he never met daniel because then he would not feel this guilty, this exhausted in the need to please someone so much because he yearned for them so badly.

“max.” daniel sighed. “i know.” his tone of voice was too casual for what he was saying to him, like it was nothing. like he didn’t just say the one thing that made max fall into a deeper spiral as his head snapped up, eyes wide as he looked at him, almost bewildered.

“what?” he managed to choke out, trying to match the casualness of daniel’s voice.

“you don’t have to fucking lie to me anymore. i know.” max swallowed as those words came out. it felt like the moment that the chair finally got kicked from beneath him and it was over.

“i-i’m not.” max stammered and he didn’t sound believable at all. he knew it. the jig was up.

“yes, you are. i don’t know why, but you are. i know you’re lying, you go to the library everyday instead of class. you sell videos online. you never eat even if you pretend to, i see you get rid of it. and i don’t want you to feel the need to lie to me when i don’t care about what you do or how successful you are. i just-“ he dropped his head and max could see tears in daniel’s eyes.

“i care about you max. i care so much about you, it feels like my heart was ripped out of my chest and everyone can see how much i fucking like you. i rave about you to everyone, i think you are just so beautiful and i don’t understand why you lie to me when all i want is the you i see.” max couldn’t deal with this. he needed to get out of here, out of daniel’s apartment.

daniel was looking at him and max felt even more exposed, the curtain ripped open and here he was: wounded, broken, and a small fraction of what he pretended to be. he scooted his chair up, getting ready to bolt.

daniel knew him too well because he was already up and gently grabbing max’s arm, not tight enough to force him there but firm enough to keep max standing still for a second.

“i’m not mad. please, max. i am not mad at you, i just want you to tell me the truth of what’s going on.” daniel’s eyes were too open, too soft.

max didn’t deserve this.

he wanted it so badly.

“i can not, daniel.” max was really trembling now and daniel’s hand let go of his wrist to trail down to his hand, loosely wrapping max’s in his.

daniel knew he already had max.

max already knew he was about to expose every single fragment of pain to this man.

“let’s start with this: why are you so anxious about your dad?” that was not a small thing to start with but it was the easiest. the most rehearsed part of his story.

“whe-i started karting at 3 years old. i can’t even remember it, but there’s a picture of me in a kart as a child. i can’t remember starting but i can’t remember life without being in that kart, driving around. driving feels like freedom. karting felt like a cage, but i was good, of course i was good. i was made to be a driver. that’s what they said to me. i was offered the seat when i was 16. to start driving in formula 1 at 17 years old. i was going to be the youngest driver in the sport ever. in one of my lower races, i hadn’t eaten for a few days and i blacked out for just a second. and then i was in the wall with my front end severed and both my knees blown out.” he took a deep breath, daniel leading him to his overstuffed couch to sit down so max could gather himself.

“i hated karting. i hated it. it made my parents divorce. my dad was my mechanic, my coach. but he was not my father. every bad result meant i was restricted. from everything. when i told him i didn’t want to return after my injury, he smacked me so hard i couldn’t hear for a few hours. this was of course my entire childhood. i ran away to my mom and told her that i could not do it anymore. she moved me here with her and her new husband. they are back in belgium now but i am still here. i can’t leave. he’s trying to get me to come back and work with him, be under his thumb. again.” max felt like he was floating above his body as he spoke to daniel, his blinking, breathing, and even leg tapping automatic, precise.

daniel was quiet as max spoke, his lips pressed together as he watched max’s face. he could feel daniel’s eyes on him with every word.

“i googled you but…nothing came up.” was all daniel replied. max laughed bitterly.

“look up max v-e-r-s-t-a-p-p-e-n.” he spelled it quick and precise, unable to look at daniel as he pulled out his phone to google him. he saw daniel’s eyes widen as he saw the search results, images of max in his redbull gear, young and eyes full of anger. his racing results. the legacy he was building.

“you are-you’re brilliant.” max was surprised he didn’t say “were”. daniel said “are” like that max and this max were the same person, and not the images of before and after the great tragedy of a young superstar.

“when i got here. my mom made me go to a psychiatrist. said that i needed to talk to someone. he diagnosed me with anxiety, anorexia, and depression. when i was 19, my mom found out i was lying to everyone. she made me go again. they told me i was borderline. i don’t know why. why i am like this. why i lie so much. i lie about my name because i don’t want people to know how much i failed. i lie about everything else because it feels good, i think. to live a life where i’m not-where i succeeded.” he continued.

daniel hummed, pulling max’s hand into his lap.

“i don’t care about who max verstappen might’ve become. i care about who he is now.” he started rubbing circles into max’s hand, looking down at their contrasting fingers. daniel’s tanned hand with max’s paler one. his long slender fingers with bitten nails, max’s shorter fingers and longer palms, nails chipping and brittle.

“i want you to stay with me max. but i also want you to stop lying. i cannot deal with not knowing what’s going on with you. i worry so much about like whether or not you actually have somewhere to go, if you’re okay, if you’re actually eating or getting anything in your body.” he flipped their hands over to look at max’s hands.

“i want to care for you but you need to tell me what you need.” his voice was so quiet and max risked a glance at daniel. he looked sad and max felt like his stomach was flipped inside out. he didn’t want daniel to be sad.

“okay.” max said.

“how do you feel?” was what daniel asked him when the news came. max was surprised. he doesn’t know why he’s so surprised that daniel would ask him that. that’s all daniel asks him in their relationship: how do you feel, what are your thoughts, how was your day, where do you want to go, what do you want to do.

“it sounds like a good opportunity.” was all he replied, slumping back against the couch. daniel just looked at him, eyebrows raised. max pushed his glasses up and let out a deep sigh.

“i think it’s a good idea. for both of us. seattle is too…it’s not what we need, there’s too much history. i think i will miss seattle. i think it’s too good of an opportunity for you to pass up. i think i will follow you to the ends of the earth if that’s what makes you happy. i think i don’t want to pack everything up and move to malibu because that’s just a lot of things to do. i think i need a redbull right now.” daniel laughed, leaning down and cupping max’s jaw to press their noses together.

“and i think you’re being facetious. but i also thing it will be good for us. i think we can visit whenever we need if we miss seattle too much. i think we will hire a company to help us pack. i think that i’ll get you your redbull and we can eat dinner. i think that if you told me you hated the idea, i would just find something else.” he kissed max quickly, making his lips tick up into a smile as he watched daniel practically skip to the kitchen to grab max his redbull.

he came back, two in hand and settled beside max after handing the drink over.

“how was your class today?” max leaned his head onto daniel’s shoulder, curling into him as he inhaled his fiancé’s smell.

“exhausting. but, very lovely to start and finally graduate high school. even though i’m twenty-four.” daniel tightened his arm around max.

“hey, it’s never too late to start! plus it’s only a few months.” he protested and max rolled his eyes.

“you sound like-“ daniel cut him off before he could finish.

“i don’t sound like seb.” daniel protested.

“you do too.”

daniel playfully pushed him away before wrapping both arms around max, pressing a redbull scented kiss to his cheek.

“i’m gonna start dinner. i’m making streusel tonight, just for you.”

max wondered how someone could look so much like a mouse and still be considered one of the most perfect men in the world. charles somehow managed. triple champion and yet all max saw was that mousey boy he knew on the karting track, the boy who pushed him off.

“max!” charles said once he sat down in a whirlwind, sunglasses pushed off his tanned face. “i’ve missed you, mate. you need to come back here more, always so far in california!”

“or you can come to california. you always expect me to fly so far away to see you, when you’re the one who has the money.” charles just scoffed, but max’s smile couldn’t be bigger and neither could charles’.

charles was who max could’ve been. he used to hate charles for that. he also used to pity charles for that. to be so young and in such a position. now he was just happy for him, charles was a great driver and deserved it all.

charles was better than max. if max had stayed driving, he doesn’t think that he would have ever been able to come out, but charles did at such a young age. he faced so much backlash that max couldn’t stand watching anything f1 for months after he did it, only swiping up on charles’ story with his boyfriend and saying “thank you.”

“ah but daniel isn’t doing too bad? so i think you can fly over here to see me when i’m here.” max could see fans of charles’ looking at them through the cafe windows, staring at them. they probably thought that he was charles’ ever mysterious boyfriend. max secretly wondered how disappointed they’d be to learn charles’ actual boyfriend was a tech COO ten years his senior who wore HOKAs and bee shirts.

“is that what you tell sebastian when he complains about having to jet set just because you’re sad?” max fired back.

charles just tilted his head, green eyes dancing with mirth as he nodded.

“how is daniel? you never bring him to see me either! i miss having someone who doesn’t hold memories of me at 15 with a grudge.” charles asked as he looked over the menu.

“daniel is good as always. he’s very excited to see you win this race. told me to tell you that he’ll start a riot if you don’t.” charles’ grin became even bigger and max couldn’t help his own fond grin.

“and how are you, max?” max hated when most people asked him that, but charles was there, in the background to see it all. when they reconnected, max was honest with him, about everything.

“i’m happy. it’s always a good day with daniel and the cats, even when i wake up and it feels like i’m stuck being 15 again.”

charles tilted his head and said “yeah?”

“yeah.” max sighed, smiling as he looked at his phone, the image of him and daniel on their wedding day.

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