#running away without as much as a goodbye. after everything she had done for him. spitting in her face would have hurt less

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CRY FOR ME -dick grayson x f!reader. (part 2)

①PART TWO: DO NOT TOUCH, PERFECT WORLD, CANDY.

→ summary: He loves you, he really does, but he left you. Months wondering why he did that had you crying for him, never ending the never-ending cycle of the abandoned by Dick Grayson wasn't in your to-do list. It's time to hit him with a smile, rather than a goodbye that would leave him wondering. PART 1. words: 4k+

→ warnings: SMUT, angst, marking, fingering (f receiving) & oral (m receiving) , mutlipes orgasms, overstimulation, semi-public sex, edging, handcuffs, degradation kink, cock warming, nipple pinching, slapping, spitting, jealousy, cum eating, almost caught, unprotected sex, penis in vagina, cunnilingus, mentions of kory and dick being together but never in a relationship, hero into villain!reader, med student!reader, reader is friends with harley quinn, reader was part of the og titans.

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After all, Donna is a friend and you have to be loyal. She’s done nothing wrong, like others… 

Time hasn’t been the best, but it's making progress. People guess things have been complicated, thanks to… well, the incident of some days ago.  They didn’t know the whole story though.

After leaving Dick in his room alone, you proceed to go and call Harley to tell her all. You weren’t as excited as her, some part of you felt… bad? Watching him everyday now, felt like the past but in a bad way. Your heart wasn’t ready to deal with this.

You enjoyed the moment, but that’s all.

You need to prepare your heart for the following days. But it was becoming too much. Is that how he felt? If what he told you was true…

Even though he hasn’t shown any kind of anger towards you, it made you even more confused than before. Did this not affect him? 

Who would’ve imagined this bitter ending. You felt good, like you let out a part of you. It’s like you gave your back to the titans again. 

And the worst thing after him being unbothered with this whole ordeal it’s like he got closer with Kory. Something about their relationship seemed SO suspicious that it made you even madder. You’re pretty sure they’ve definitely slept together. 

None of your intentions of being ‘annoying’ towards Dick made any progress, but oh how naive you are.

To say he’s not mad at you isn’t completely true. He is, but he’s more heart-broken than anything else. Is this how you felt? Everything seemed different for him; a whole new sky, a whole new view, a whole new you.

He used to think there was hope in the future without you, but oh how wrong was he. He forgot that shine you brought him everyday, your beautiful smile when you woke up in his arms. He needed that again.

He tried to make you think he was unbothered with this, he didn’t need to show you his hurt side again. He had to be strong until the time was ready to touch you again. Right now he had to watch you, watch you take care of Conner, being in the tower with him.

And he never failed to notice how your brows slightly furrowed every time you saw him with Kory. So he started doing it more times, just to keep that hope up you still love him and miss him just like he does. 

But he needed to show and prove he won’t hurt you again, that he’s not that man that left you. It’s like you wanted to keep him away with your wholehearted rejection, but somehow he’s always a step behind from telling you ‘I love you’.

One night, you decided to take a break from being a ‘fake titan’ and decided to distract yourself by going out with Harley and maybe cause some problem. How could you think you wouldn’t cause any problem when Harley Quinn is by your side?

Running away from the siren police after robbing a luxury store, Harley by your side, you knew this wasn’t to be easy.  Running into an empty dark alley, it was a crowded night, and crimes were easily found this night. So it’s impossible for you two not to find a fucking hero.

And by a fucking hero, I mean fucking nightwing.

Great.

‘Oh, what do we have here? The mysterious friend Harley is always with. Where’s your partner huh?’

You looked at your left where Harley was supposed to be, looking confused back at Nightwing. ‘Oh right, don’t worry, one of my friends is dealing with her.’ He stepped closer at you, examining your costume, mask, if you're armed. ‘Now… Who are you?’

‘It’s none of your business.’ You tried to act rough but it sounded more of a mumble, knowing you were about to fight with fucking Nightwing. Fucking Dick Grayson.

‘Is that so?… What's so special about you that you don’t get caught as easily as Harley?’ 

Uh well, maybe she’s over-confident and clumsier? But she always knows the Joker is going to save her, so that’s why you don’t get scared for her safety. It’s kinda obvious…

‘Stop with the shitty chat, are we going to fight or not?’

‘I think you deserve another kind of punishment, is that so… Y/N?’

What.

The.

Actual.

Fuck.

You felt your blood run cold at the words that left out Dick’s mouth, trying to regain your composure you coughed a little, ‘What are you talking about? Who is she huh? Our dear nightwing finally got a girlfriend?’

He let out an audibly laugh coming out from his chest, ‘Quit the act. We discovered your fantastic note Harley let you with the underwear, a nice pair by the way, would look good in your body. I have to admit she has a nice taste.’

He stepped even closer to you, ‘Oh, and what about your little call with her? Talking about Ivy and the fucking sex pollen? Thank God Kory was there to notice something was going on and told me to check the cameras.’

The fucking cameras. Shit. How could you be so fucking stupid? Of course he would have cameras everywhere. ‘My question is, why do you keep helping us? What 's your plan?’ 

‘If I tell you my plan, what are you going to do about it?’

He made a mocking gesture of him thinking for a second before sighing, ‘Depends on how bad it is.’

Fuck it. You already did it, and you’re sure you could get some hits right now. ‘My plan was for you to fucking cry for me.’

You could swear you noticed his face breaking a little before smirking again, he chuckled at you, what’s so funny?, ‘Oh…’ He stepped even closer to you, centimeters away from finally being completely close enough, ‘That’s the thing? That’s why you said those things?’ You slightly nodded, his presence becoming too much for you, looking at the floor you mumbled a little yes. ‘Mmm, let me think about how hard your punishment should be.’

Without a second to react, your body was caged between his arms and the wall. Taking the air out of you, looking up at him with an angry face he looked happy. ‘Quit the fucking act Dick, just hit me or something.’

‘You think i’m going to be that nice to you? I’ll just return the favor.’ Your face changed into confusion, his lips almost touching yours. You could feel his breath. ‘W-what do you mean?’ His lips locked with yous, catching you by surprise

His thumb digs into your cheeks and the other four fingers grip your face as he opens your mouth with pressure, tongue jutting out slightly. Dick sniggers, You might as well be begging to get fucked right now.’ Your eyes glisten, thighs and core clenching. Dick spits into your mouth and you swallow immediately. He laughs. Ah, you slutty whore. That’s what you wanted?’

You tried to move but your body wouldn’t listen, secretly you know you miss him too, as much as he does, but you couldn’t let yourself break that easily, ‘I’m not the one who was horny for almost a week, dumbass.’

‘And whose fault is that mhm?’ With no time for reaction he made you kneel down, falling with a small ‘tmmph’ ‘It’s my turn to have fun while watching you cry, don’t you think? This may also be a punishment for the crime you just did.’ His head slightly turned to the right, looking if someone else was in this dark alley, but everyone seemed as busy as the two of you, focusing on their own thing. The siren alarms quieting down all the chat the both of you have.

‘Ah, the siren alarms, I don’t see anything you stole, was this all Harley’s plan?’ You tried to answer and tell him to fuck off, but you heard him unzipping his suit, your mind fighting with your body to move away from him, but oh shit. You won’t lie you’ve been fingering yourself these last days in the shower thinking of his cock. Half of his body suit rested on his hips, showing his chest, some hickeys still a little bit visible on his chest, the same as red marks of your nails digging on him. ‘You like what you see? Makes me remember the day I fucking had you in my hands again. And ever since I got a taste of you again, you don’t know how stupid I felt to leave you.’

Your doe eyes looked at him, searching for any kind of lie, but all you could see was lust and sincere feelings for you. ‘Ah, but here’s the thing, you can’t touch me. Maybe you’ll miss my touch as much as I do for yours.’ Everything was happening so fast you didn’t realize him kneeling down and handcuffing your hands before he stood up again. ‘That's better.’ His hand caressed your cheek before the nice and warm touch turned into a slap.

‘I shouldn’t treat you like the love of my life, right? You just committed a crime, baby, you need to be punished by your actions.’ He didn’t seem angry, he seemed full of lust and excited to have you again.

‘Oh, but this doesn’t mean we’re okay, we still need to talk it out. Right now it’s Nightwing giving his favorite criminal a punishment.’  You looked down at his crotch, a visible bulge had you closing your legs trying to get some friction out of it. He slowly made his suit get lower so his cock could finally be free, sprinting up so it touched his stomach, a pearl of cum coming out of it, sliding down until his base.

‘Open up and say ah…’ You did as he said, feeling completely defenseless and not in control like the other time, knowing you fell for him and his tactic again. He grabbed you by your hair and then he inserted his cock inside of you, winning a groan out of his mouth before he started thrusting in and out. Your mouth couldn’t get all of it, but you couldn’t use your hands to satisfy the missing parts of his cock, he wouldn’t let you. You tried moving your hands, which made his movements stop, staying inside of you. ‘Ah-ah, do not touch, If you still love me, you know you have to watch first and maybe I'll let you.’

You stopped fighting for his touch and gave into him, he moaned when you relaxed your throat and took him all in. He wouldn’t give you a break and thrust shamelessly into you, making you leave choked moans out of you, tears forming around your eyes making your vision blurry. ‘That’s it, you fucking criminal whore. These are the punishments you want right?’

You tried nodding, but he only chuckled at your try. He thrusted some times more before he finally came in your mouth with a moan that sounded almost like a whimper. Like the old times you opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue, ‘Good girl.’ Then you swallowed.

‘I’ll see you at the tower.’ He started getting his suit on again, and with just a wink he left.

How the fuck are you supposed to get off this handcuffs?

When you came back to the tower with a sore throat and normal clothes, as soon as you entered the tower you saw Kory waiting for you in her cocky posture and a smirk adorning her face. ‘How was your night sneaky friend?’

You rolled your eyes trying to ignore her, hopefully she’s the only one who knows besides Dick, but she wouldn’t let you go so easily, so she grabbed you by the wrist stopping you from leaving. ‘Fuck off Kory.’

‘I’m not the one betraying everyone here dumbass.’

‘Go and fuck Dick or something,' Ironic isn't it?, since you're the one fucking him. 'don’t you want that? Maybe he could take this anger out of you and leave me the fuck alone.’

‘I don’t want to fuck him, i’m trying to keep my friends safe.’

‘Safe by being with them like a fucking tick? As if.’ You said those words with venom coming out of your mouth, never breaking eye contact with her.

‘That’s how things are going to be huh? Jealous, I'm spending more time with your ex than you?’ You felt your wrist getting warmer, trying to get off you whining at the hot sensation of her using her powers. ‘Let go Kory.’

‘Or what? You’re going to whine about this to your little friend Joker?’ 

‘Might as well ask him to fucking kill you.’ You said, kicking her on the stomach so she could let go, looking at your arm you could see a small burn, nothing too serious.

You hissed, touching the affected area, looking back at Kory, who stood there with a confused face, looking back, you saw Dick standing there, a black t-shirt hugging his chest and biceps just right, and some gray sweatpants. 

‘What the fuck Dick? Isn’t she supposed to be beaten out or something? She’s a fucking villian!’

You smirked at her assumption, side-eyeing her back and then looking back at Dick. ‘Let’s say she’s a good fighter…’ He shrugged it off while getting closer to the both of you, looking at your injured arm, he looked back at Kory. ‘Let’s get you healed up.’ Dick grabbed you by the hand leading you to the nursery.

‘Are you being for real Dick? You’re still letting her in the house after knowing who she truly is?’ Her voice seemed more distant every step you took, you were getting giddy with all that was happening that you didn’t even realize you were sitting on a chair, Dick kneeled down looking for some medicines. Your arm already bandaged.

'...'

‘So… How did you become a villain?’ He asked, testing the waters. ‘I dunno, guess it just happened with no explanations.’ He took the hint at what you were referring to, deciding to just sigh. ‘I was stupid okay? Not being Robin gave me a kind of breakdown trying to decipher who I was, I fucked up. I dissolved the titans because of that, and the worst thing of all is that I lost you.’ You thought there was a nice future without him, not letting him crumble your world, but hearing his breaking voice while telling you this, made you rethink everything.

Dick isn’t good at expressing his emotions, so him trying really meant he was serious with this, ‘I couldn’t imagine myself with other girls, because the fantasy of you shatters my heart, I’ll always be by your side, I promise, please forgive me.’

You shakily sighed at his confession, remembering the first time he told you ‘I love you’ you had your emotions just in control before all of this, but now you realize the both of you are below the same sky and you couldn’t resist wrapping your arms around him again. All you could hear in the room were sobs coming out of the both of you. Old lovers reuniting again, but the tension in the air was still visible, not forgetting what happened earlier this night.

‘Can I keep being a villain so you could just fuck me everytime I commit a crime?’ He chuckled at this, making him stop crying, and looking at you, ‘Maybe I should lock you up, and give those punishments for free, I don’t need you causing problems out there.’

You made a gesture like you were thinking about it, ‘Mmh, that doesn’t sound too bad, but I’ll miss Harley so that’s a no.’ He rolled his eyes, ‘I can lock her up too.’ he said, grabbing both of your hands. ‘And punish her too? I don’t think the Joker nor me would be happy with that.’

He laughed, how much you missed his laugh. ‘Obviously no. She would be locked up serving her sentence or something.’ The both of you looked at eachother, missing the comfortable silence, until a question came to mind. ‘And Kory?’

‘What about her?’

‘She’ll tell everyone.’

A small oh left his lips, looking at the floor then bringing his eyes back to yours. ‘I’ll talk with her.'

'...'

'....'

‘Do you… uh… like her?’

‘Would I be here waiting for you to give me a chance to kiss you again if I liked her?’ Unable to control yourself, you crashed your lips onto his, and he responded immediately. He grabbed you by your legs, immediately wrapping them around his waist, he somehow opened up the door and led the both of you to his room. Lips never breaking apart.

Without breaking the kiss, you pushed him onto his back, laying flat on the bed and  straddling his lap. Dick smirked at your actions and you leaned down, reconnecting your lips. You involuntarily grinded onto his growing bulge, causing him to groan in pleasure. You could feel your panties sticking to your wet folds while you moved on him. Without breaking the heated kiss, Dick sat up, pulling you along with him, so that his back was resting against the headboard of your bed and you were still straddling him. He broke the kiss to trail open mouth kisses along your neck, making you tilt your head to give him more access.

‘Can I touch you?’ he mumbled against your skin, giving it a little nibble.

‘Yes, please…’

Dick’s hands moved up your body to your breasts. He gently massaged your breasts before taking one of your nipples in his mouth. He flicked it with his tongue, giving it a little swirl before repeating the same action for the other one.

‘You don’t know how many times I’ve wanted to do this to you again,’ he said, lips meeting yours in a quick kiss before he changed positions, hovering above you. ‘Every time the both of us were alone, I had to control myself so much from wanting to kiss you… to touch you…’ his hand moved down to your thighs, giving it a squeeze before he teased your inner thighs. He slowly moved his hand to cup your clothed heat, making you whimper.

‘‘Fuck, please touch me,’ you begged.

Dick slowly took your panties off, mouth watering at the sight of your glistening core. His fingers moved to your clit, gently stroking your sensitive nub. You grabbed his hand once your clit became too over sensitive again, stopping him from touching you.

“I… it’s very sensitive from what we did earlier before…’ Dick kissed your neck while his fingers explored the area around your entrance, avoiding your sensitive clit; he didn’t want to just shove his fingers up immediately. ‘Just relax, baby,’ he murmured against your skin, and your tense body relaxed a bit. He ran his finger along your wet folds, collecting your juices. He took his time, teasing you around that area, trying to get you wetter.

When you felt wetter, he moved his body to rest in between your legs. He slowly slipped a finger into your hole. ‘Does it hurt?’ he asked. You shook your head and he continued pushing his finger all the way in. You winced at the slight sting you felt when he pulled his finger back a little. ‘Are you okay? Does it hurt, baby?’ 

‘No, it feels so good.’ you said, your hands moving to his messy black hair.

He tapped around your walls, searching for your g-spot. You sucked in a breath when he found your spot, clutching a fistful of his hair. “Found it,” he smirked, continuing to finger you, making sure to hit that very spot. ‘D-Dick…’ you moaned, your walls clenching around his finger. He kissed and gently sucked on the skin of your inner thighs while he fingered you. You could feel something building up in your lower stomach, and you assumed you were close to orgasming. ‘Dick… I think I’m-’ 

‘Let it go,’ he pumped his fingers faster, making your back arch. ‘Cum for me, baby.’ His words and a few more pumps was all it took for your orgasm to wash over you, making you loudly moan his name. He pulled his fingers out, sucking them clean, eyes closing at your taste. ‘So fucking sweet. I fucking missed you.’

He leaned down for a kiss, which you gratefully accepted, taking off his shirt and pants, his cock was as hard as before, searching for attention. He then inserted his cock, pushing through your gummy walls, making you moan at the feeling. He slowly started thrusting, making sure to keep the stimulation from your previous orgasm, the both of you were so focused on the other that you didn’t hear the knocks on the door until the second time.

‘Dick! Are you there?’ Fuck. It was Kory. ‘The door is locked.’ The both of you heard another voice, it sounded a lot like Rachel’s. ‘Dick! We can’t find Y/N’ Shit. Gar is also there?

‘We need to find her before she causes something big.’ Rachel said, knocking on his door again. The both of you looked at eachother with wide eyes, before he shut you up with his hand  on your mouth, keeping you from making any sound, but he continued thrusting, finding a rhythms which touched your g-spot just perfectly. You moaned, earning a look from him, ‘Uh- I haven’t seen her anywhere.’

‘C’mon Dick, you took her to the nursery.’ Kory said from the other side of the door, ‘But- I ha- ah! haven-t seen her since..’ You clenched his cock, catching him by surprise, making his voice break and whimper, his hand reaching your nipple pinching on it, giving him an angry look, you clenched your hole earning a moan out of him, making you giggle. ‘Are you okay Dick?’ Gar asked.

‘U-uh, yeah, just putting on my suit for, mmh~ go and search for her, y’all should do the same.’ You couldn’t quite hear the voices coming from the other side, too giddy feeling the way Dick’s cock moves inside of you.

‘Okay… we’ll see you in 10.’ That was the last thing the both of you heard, before making sure they left.

‘You heard that princess? We only have 10 minutes before we go searching for you. Guess I couldn’t- Ah!’ A specific thrust made the both of you feel an electric shock, ‘I couldn’t stop Kory from telling the other, ha…’

He started thrusting harder and faster this time, knowing he was searching for his high, you were quite close to it. His hand traveled down your body until it found your clit and started rubbing it. Making you almost scream if it wasn’t for his hand covering your mouth. Not even 30 seconds passed and you saw stars, your vision becoming white thanks to the overstimulation and him not stopping so you could take a break from your high. Actually motivating him to thrust faster to search for his.

Tears formed again into your eyes, staining your cheeks, his other arm over your head holding himself up while he thrusts into you. He leaned down and licked the tears out your face,  before uncovering your mouth, taking a big breath before breaking down into a moaning mess, he thrusted into you harder, cock deep down inside of you, shaking while stripes of cum filled you up.

All you could hear were whimpers coming out of him, until he finally calmed down and tools his cock out, making the both of you hiss at the feeling. He laid down beside you, audibly breaths coming out of the both of you, looking up at the roof.

He grabbed down the blankets and covered the both of you, him being the big spoon and you the small one.

‘What about the others?’

‘If we don’t answer they’ll think I went alone and also go search for me’ He chuckled, hugging you even closer. ‘Here I am right now, and tomorrow when you wake up. By your side. I’m sure we’ll find an agreement with the others, since you didn’t commit the crimes like that, just an accomplice, maybe you could become a hero again.’

You scoffed at that, ‘We’ll see about that Dickie.’

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guys my age | jeon jungkook DRABBLE 18+

➣ pairings: dilf jk x female college student!y/n [she/her]

➣ genre/au: dilf au, best friends father, smut, age gap [38 & 21] flush

warnings: 2k words. smüt. pool smüt [ oral f & m receiving]

You know absolutely nothing about law, especially not the kind Jungkook works with. As a litigator his clientele consists mostly of large businesses filing copyright lawsuits, tax fraud, etc. it’s probably the most boring form of law but he gets paid big bucks for it.

You understood his work and how busy he could be so of course some weekends he still had to work. It kind of sucks when you come see him but you also understand it and try to stay out of his way when his case partner is over.

“Babe!” Jungkook called out from his office.

“Yeah?” You shouted back from the living room where you’ve been on your phone and watching TV. You’ve been lounging around pretty much all of Saturday in just a tiny pair of Jungkook’s plaid boxers and a short top looking like the definition of comfort.

“What are you thinking about for dinner?” He asked, walking into the entrance way of the living room with Namjoon right behind him. You assumed they were done for the weekend. You shrugged, resting your head on the back cushion of the couch as you looked at them two.

“Not hungry.”

Namjoon looked at Jungkook who just looked at him back, “I’ll get these filed and ready for Monday.”

“Alright,” Jungkook said walking Namjoon toward the door but stopped at the couch to be next to you as he watched his partner head the rest of the way toward the door.

“Bye Y/n,” Namjoon said with a clear of his throat, “Sorry for taking up so much time.”

You just waved goodbye and turned your attention back to the TV. Jungkook looked down at you waiting for you to say something, “You’re not hungry?”

“Not really,” you said looking down at your phone lazily.

He released a small sigh as he rounded the couch and sat down next to you. Without a word he picked you up and pulled you onto his lap despite your little whine in protest at being babied.

“You mad at me?”

He knows he works a lot and he just feels so bad. Last time he was able to drive to you for a few days but this time he begged you to come here for the weekend. Then he gets this huge workload that had to be done by Monday so he wasn’t even able to take you out yesterday or today.

Jieun’s mom cheated on him because he was always busy with work and he’s worried. He’s still scared that he’ll drive you away because of work and he doesn’t want that.

You laughed softly, running your fingers through his hair, “No? I’m just not hungry.”

“You sure?” He asked, “Sorry, I know I asked you to come this weekend and then I got all this work that had to be done and I’ve basically wasted your entire Saturday having you locked in here all day.”

You didn’t say anything, hand under his chin as you tilted his head up and placed your lips on his gently. He kissed back immediately letting his tongue swipe along your bottom lip deepening the kiss as you shifted on his lap.

Jungkook brought his hands down to your hips, moving you enough for you to get the hint and straddle him, “You’re always so sweet.”

“Liar,” you smiled into the kiss as he held you pressed against his chest.

“For the most part,” he chuckled, “Plus you taste sweet.”

“Mm, do I?” You asked, looking down at him. You did. Everything about you was sweet to him.

In the beginning you came off strong and eager and very lust driven. That’s what your relationship consisted of at first, just a lot of sex, sex, and sex. Then one day he asked if you wanted to go out for dinner after you left for school, he offered to drive down and the two of you spent an entire day in the city. After that you would call him in the evening, ask how work went, offer to drive down and see him for the weekend but you two still tried keeping it downlow.

When Jieun found out it put a stop to what the two of you did out of guilt until one day Jieun snapped at him and said, ‘Jeez you were a lot nicer when I knew you were hooking up with Y/n!’

Why’d she say that? Because she used his credit card to book a flight to Tokyo with Yoongi. So really, that was her weird way of saying that he needs to date someone so he can relax and it just so happened to be her friend. She still gets grossed out when she sees you two kids but she also feels awful for blaming him for the divorce and Y/n’s her best friend so she got over it pretty quickly. Soon the two of you were officially dating, doing grocery runs, shopping together, going on real dates and all of it. You never blamed him for having to work or not call because he would do little things to make up for it like deliver food to your place, maybe some flowers to your new job—a traditional dating man, you always said. Nobody had ever gotten you flowers and that was just so ridiculous to him that not a single one of your previous boyfriends ever even thought to do that!

Anyway, back to the point, you’re the sweetest little minx he’s ever met.

“What about swimming and then drinks?” You asked now that he was deep in thought, “Before it gets cold.”

He sighed, “You can live in the water, can’t you?”

“Well…” you stared off in thought, “I’m just thinking about how we’ve never had sex in the pool before.”

“You’re gonna be the death of me, y’know? A premature death,” he said as he held you tightly and used his big strong arms to stand up with you in his arms, “Let’s go.”

You were both sexual beings despite Jungkook’s three or four years of celibacy. Even when he was with his ex wife he never felt satiated so it’s no surprise that when you came along the two of you were very intimate. You were always so eager and ready and though he loved your sweet side when he would catch you fast asleep on FaceTime while he worked away in his office, he loved your needy side too.

He was gripping the edge of the pool tightly so he wouldn't float away and angled his head to one side in an attempt to deepen the kiss the two of you have been sharing since you got in the water. He wouldn’t be surprised at all if he ever got a complaint from his neighbors from how often he’s fucked you on the poolside. He let the hand that had been cupping your cheek slide down to your neck then toward the hem of your bottoms. Your tongue poked against his and he parted his lips even more to allow you in.

He skimmed over your bottom until his hand touched the soft skin of your thigh where he pinched lightly and wrapped it around his waist. You lifted your other leg on your own essentially straddling his waist in the water as he pushed you against the wall for more support.

Needing to catch a breath, you began to pull back feeling Jungkook follow your movements to keep kissing. You nipped at his bottom lip as you separated, making him groan.

His hands were on your hips now looking down at your swollen glossy lips panting, "You have no idea the things you make me want to do with you.”

He was huffing out of breath pressing himself closer against your body making sure to keep your legs wrapped around him. He lowered his mouth to your neck placing soft kisses up your jugular.

"Yeah? Do tell, Mr. Jeon," you licked your lips smiling at the old term you gave him.

His eyes rolled back as you kissed down his jaw toward the back of his ear. He let out a breathy laugh at the tingle over his sensitive spot. His hands caressed your thighs and back making you grind against him a little, "Again with that? I thought I’ve taught you better.”

“You like it,” you teased. You felt his hand slide under the hand of your underwear, thumb pushing into the bone of your hip tracing it toward your butt. You slipped your tongue out pulling back once more to catch your breath. He looked devilish.

The messy, wet, black hair. The lip piercing he currently swiped his tongue over. The bob of his Adam's Apple as he gulped. The rough feel of his fingers inching toward your core as neither one of you pulled away from the intense eye contact.

Just like that, his middle finger was running over your clit lightly. Your lips drew open in a small gasp and he took the opportunity to go in for a tongue kiss. His brows scrunched together swallowing your moan as your hips bucked into his hand.

His hand toyed with the slick against your heat using it to his aid as he let his middle finger push between your folds.

His mouth formed an 'O' shape against yours at the first feel of your hand over his growing member. The briefs did very little to stand against your hand as you placed your palm over him. The water made it easier for him to carry you without getting tired but it almost numbed your touch—but you wanted pool sex and who was he to say no?

You struggled to tug his briefs down barely getting them under his member to let it peak out as his hand relentlessly rubbed against your clit. You finally slipped your hand over his member, relishing in the size of him as your palm ran over his tip.

The water made it hard to feel everything clearly but as you ran your fingertip along his tip you could definitely feel some sort of substance coming out.

His head dropped down against your shoulder as his hand sped up its ministrations using his free hand to guide your hips further along. His nails dug into the soft flesh of your hip.

"Fuck," he groaned feeling your hand stroke his member. Your nail ran along the thick vein underneath and thumb swiped along his slit. "Feels good," he mumbled against your neck, lips brushing against you as he relished in the feeling.

He could feel you getting close too from the way your walls tightened around his middle finger and it made him want to stretch you further. He let his ring finger toy with your entrance before sinking in feeling some constriction before you relaxed around him.

It didn't take much longer for his hips to stutter as they bucked into your fist and he had to grope at your waist to keep you from falling out of his grasp. His knees were going weak as he used one to keep you up against the wall.

"Jungkook," you moaned lightly, feeling his palm press harder against your clit bringing you closer and closer to your high, "I—I'm close."

"Mmm," he bit his lip, "Let go, pretty baby."

Your legs trembled, one hooking around him tighter pressing him further against you as you grinded against his hand. All it took was the whisper of your name so close to your ear, "Y/n, I love you.”

You nearly froze and got a second he wondered if it was wrong for him to say that. This was still new, he might’ve scared you off but that’s how he felt right now.

“I love you too,” you said in a whisper as your hand drew toward his base massaging his scrotum in your grip and at once, you both released in each other's hands kissing deeply as he mumbled it again against your lips.

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[critter-of-habit]

When I watched the new What If episode with Peggy & Nat I immediately thought of you, your art, and what your reaction would be. Especially since it was kind of a retelling of Captain America & The Winter Soldier.

What are your thoughts on the episode?

Seeing as you asked, I WILL TELL YOU MY MANY THOUGHTS. WITH PICTURES.

under the cut for length lol

First of all, as usual the animation, particularly the lighting, was incredible. Also the effects! The explosions, smoke, everything. Always blows me away how much effort and love these animators put in to What If.

I love that it's Winter Soldier based because by god do I love that movie - but I also love that it's so very different to my AU cos that means I can keep going with it lol.

Okay here we go with the highlights - Blatant flirting and showing off:

This???:

Just how in sync they were with every fight scene - even in the Battle of New York when they had only known each other for a few hours.

HEY LOVELY. LOVELY:

Angst. And how soft Nat is here:

"Hey, Peg. I got you."

Natasha's inability to sit in a chair properly:

Peggy making a star wars reference and Nat calling her out on it like .. Nat you RECOGNIZED the reference you're a nerd too

"You know I always wondered how you got all those GI Boys to follow a woman into war: question answered." ie. "I'm so into you right now":

This Natasha stabbed Dreykov to death with a corkscrew and I love her for it.

Natasha instinctively putting herself in between Peggy and Steve even though they're both twice her size

I've already mentioned but, the choice to focus on Natasha's face in this scene:

Nat's face here:

Natasha only getting taken down by the robots because her gay-Peggy-focused-ass gets distracted when Peggy runs off to protect Steve: (I'll come back to this point later as a negative)

MELINA.

Was anyone else looking to see if Yelena was there

"Let's unpack that later, shall we?"

"I don't know whether to kiss you, kill you, or dissect you." "Let me guess, all three?"

I bet the Captain Carter film was baby Nat's gay awakening lol:

Melina's glorious slo-mo "grandma, it's me, anastasia" coat drop:

Peggy running to save Nat T_T

These shots:

Nat wearing the same outfit from Winter Soldier:

Natasha "too-loyal-and-infatuated-for-her-own-good" Romanoff going along with Peggy again to look for Steve without even being asked. (in stark contrast to the end of Winter Soldier when Natasha did not go with Steve to look for Bucky, I might add)

New reaction image:

Peggy and Nat calling and reaching out to each other when the portal opens and ALMOST making it - then Natasha punching the ground in desperation T_T

These two look SO COOL and I can't wait for the 1602 episode.

Negative points:

Rehashing Ste/ggy all over again - we already HAD that and it was endgame, why do it again?

As much as I adore Natasha's intense loyalty, it's very one sided in this episode and I'm wondering if that's intentional. Peggy is hyperfocused on Steve and leaves Nat behind to run after him multiple times, even though he is in an entire suit of armor and is FINE and Natasha is the one actually getting injured. Then she's leaving at the end without saying goodbye to go find Steve again (despite there being no reason to think he's alive? he EXPLODED??) even though Natasha just went through a trauma too and shouldn't be abandoned. Kinda feels like Peggy is taking Natasha's always being there for granted and I really hope it's addressed in following episodes (though I doubt it will be - it'll just be Steve focused again -_- )

Okay I think I'm done. This was a LOT I'm not sorry I've been waiting for more content for SO LONG I can't wait for the rest of the episodes to rip my heart out and stomp on it :3

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[aonungyoufuck]

Runaway {Part 4}

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DNI/BYF

Synopsis: Ao'nung and you have a talk behind some rocks. And oh oh whats this? A baby??

It had been around a week or so. You had finally been healed enough that Ronal saw fit to train you a little. Finally being able to go home. You thanked your stars that all you had to do now was eat some stew here and there for the internal pain you still felt. 

“Good. This is good'' Ronal complimented your craftsmanship on the basket you had weaved. You weren’t allowed to train in anything else. Tsireya was there for that. But she had asked you for a basket and a blanket. Aside from the proper paste that would dissolve the umbilical cord without hurting the babe or Ronal. 

“Thank you!” You nodded, bowing your head. “I will like to make your babe another Blanket. If it is alright with you” 

“That is fine.” 

“I know you said i cant help deliver the babe. I do know how to if you ever need extra help.” You hadn’t really delivered a lot of babies. But Your mother and grandmother had allowed you and Kiri to train for the woman of your old clan. 

“ I am aware, thank you. If you dont mind. Ill go make your food.” She stood up with your help as you handed her the basket. “You go on and get going. Remember no going until the water just yet”

You nodded bidding her goodbye as you watched her go. 

Walking home you didnt expect much to happen. Didn’t expect to be stopped. But feeling the slightest of tugs on your hand you looked. 

To Your Surprise it was Rotxo.

“Oh? Is there something you need?”

“Come with me” 

With not much thought you followed after. You didnt know why, or perhaps you did. But you just knew this was because of Ao’nung. 

In the time you been healing you had spend the most time with him. It was nice to have a friend in him too. And maybe your heart ached a little when you saw him. Whenever he was close to you.  

You had gone crazy. You knew. All your life you had wanted nothing than to prove your spot to your family. But as of late all you could think about was a mate. 

You were growing older. And soon if things work out correctly. You’ll be an adult in the eyes of the clan. You had hoped it was going to work. All you really had was to bond with a tulkun and Tame a skimwing. And had you not been shot close to your heart. Perhaps you wouldn’t have to stop your progress. 

“Where are we going?”

“Ao’nung is wanting to meet you near the Reef. But away from prying eyes”

There it was. That hint that he would be there to see you. For what you weren’t sure. 

“Sounds like he wants to kill me” 

At that he let out a hefty laugh. And it was nice to finally hear it. You hadn’t realized it. But your near death had caused almost everyone to dim their light. “I think its more to help you train on taming a skimwing”

“Wow jumping to training already”

“He has good reason for it too” 

You could only smile. The faintest of little hope you had lighting up. Warming your chest with a feeling you didn’t know of. 

“He’s past that rock over there. I'm heading home. I still have an awful lot of chores to do.” Rotxo spoke as he started running back. 

You watched him go. Before walking over the rocks and finally seeing the open sea. And there Ao’nung was. 

“Tame a skimwing huh? Forgot i cant go into the water just yet?”

“Oh hush i thought you may appreciate some alone time from everyone”

“That would include you Genius” 

He could only mock a laugh. Watching as you sat down beside him.Something about the past few days had changed everything about your dynamic.  Things were different. The looks were passionate and other worldly. And all you two wanted and mutually understood is that you were better together alone. 

“Ao’nung may i .. say something?”

“If its stupid no”

“Wow thanks” You muttered looking out to sea. “When..When our time comes to find mates Do you think we could still enjoy moments like this?”

“What?” you could barely make out what he said. A longing whisper in the wind. 

“I Know your nearly done with your. Well you know. I have no doubt once you become an adult in the eyes of your people that. That you will have to find a mate some time soon”  and a stinging pain deep in your core wanted to hiss. To think of it was something else. But you would have to learn to live with it. “I just hope that. That when that happens. That we would still be able to talk. And to have moments like this. Tho they are rare and often times distant”

“ And who says that i will have a mate?”

You could only chuckle at that. “Well it is to happen. You are nearly done with your Training. And im sure your mother would like to get started with the next Tsahik training you know?”

“Do you have any in mind?”

You looked at him. Eye to eye. It felt surreal to see him like this. Like it was only you two in the world. And it made your heart beat to a rhythm you knew all to well. You felt it once before. When a boy you fancied back home looked your way. But this was strange. It was stronger and truer than anything else. 

“I do…but it cannot happen” 

“Why is that? When you complete the last task you can chose of any man you want” 

“But i cannot have him” You admitted. 

And Ao’nung seem to understand. Somewhere in his heart he felt light. And like he could fly so high at the thought of you choosing him. You didn’t have to say it. You didnt need to say it with words for he already knew too. 

“ I would run to you more than anyone else”

“What-”

“I would split the sea if you so much as asked. I would do anything and everything for you. And if you asked me for the farthest star in the universe i would do it too. What ever you so much as wish for at your beck and call i would do it” He spoke holding your hand in his. 

Your heart sped. It continued at a pace you were sure was unhealthy. But hearing those sweet nothing made your head spin

“Without you all that’s joyous becomes like mud. Instead of rejoicing i shed tears. My spirit is never at joy if not around you.For in the world under Eywa. There is no woman born so lovable so dear to my heart, who loves me without feigning, with such a deep love” He continued to look at you. Looking into your soul, you felt light .

You couldn’t believe your ears as your cheeks burned with a want just as he. You wanted him You did but you just couldn’t you knew. 

“What are you saying Ao’nung” you questioned. Entangling your hands together as you could only stare at him. Was he always this handsome? Did he always make your heart race this way?

“You alone are my love and longing. You are the sweet cooling of my mind that makes the days chores bearable. No joy for me anywhere without you here” Ao’nung didn’t know where this was coming from. Something in him just had to get it out. He just knew. 

He knew that he should have waited. Given this more time. To bloom. But you two were so close. He only had one step to go and you two. And he wanted everything to be said now before you ever thought of someone else but him at your side. 

He was crazy. But he already knew that. Ever since you had spend the most time with him and his family. He just knew. He knew he had to say what was so deeply rooted in his heart. 

“Ao’nung… We can’t I am the outsider do you not remember? You are The Future Olo’eyktan. You are the son of a promising Clan. What would your people think if… If we did mate?”

“ I will take no other woman if you do not choose me. For no other one has made me feel like i can take on the world” 

His hand now grabbed your wrist. Placing it on his chest. You could feel his heart. It beat so gently and you swore at the tune of your own. 

You did want this. Wanted to feel this love blossom because you knew that you couldn’t go against what Eywa put in front of you. Perhaps you too had gone mad. “Ao’nung… i”

Feeling his breathe next to your lips. A gentle look as he saw deep into your eyes. “If you choose me. I'd be the happiest i could ever be” 

“Ao’nung…”

“Y/n! There you are! Come hurry Mother’s about to go into labor”  You heard Tsireya yell from across the rocks. 

“Lets go. But whatever you decide please let me know as i will wait until you are ready” Ao’nung confessed. As he guided you back to the Clan. 

But right now you had to think of something else instead of what your heart wanted. And cracked so hard for.

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AUGUST - DRABBLE #11

11. You and Wanda

Two months after you were shot, you’re finally assigned a new mission. It’s a small mission, danger almost nonexistent and you’re not going alone either. 

You heard about how Wanda rescued you from that Military Base and how she completely demolished the place just to get you out alive, and you’re infinitely grateful for that but to have her chaperone such a low risk mission like this one for you? It doesn’t exactly scream confidence. 

You don’t need a babysitter. She’s a higher rank level operative than you are in the Avengers Compound, so you can’t ditch her but you’re not exactly happy to know that she’d be joining you for this. 

Daisy isn’t happy you’re going at all and you have to leave your shared bedroom without a goodbye, and a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach. It’s not like you can go against Fury and tell him your fiance thinks he’s wrong, which is why you should just stay at home. 

Rank exists for a reason. Yes, this team is important and somehow the people in it have become more than friends, but what you do is still a job. You’ll talk to Daisy when you return.

…

Natasha stays quiet as Wanda packs a small suitcase. Natasha limits  herself to walking beside her on the way to the garage, but still says nothing. Natasha smiles when she sees you, and even grabs your small suitcase and puts it in the trunk of the car that Wanda will be driving, but says nothing. 

You’re wearing jeans and a long green sleeve shirt, that Wanda remembers ripping off your body in your bedroom with almost morbid clarity---she looks away when Natasha approaches you again. 

“Daisy’s not coming?” Natasha asks as Wanda swallows with difficulty, perhaps even a little bitterly. 

“She’s worried it's too soon for me to go out there again.” You explain with a shrug, making Wanda want to run her hands on your shoulders and help ease the obvious tension that your fiance has put there. 

“It’s not.” Wanda chimes in, and you finally turn to look at her. 

She loves you, all consuming and insanity inducing, loves you. She wants you, the desire to reach out and touch you is almost unbearable, her body inches forward without her consent and she has to be strong, even though she doesn’t want to be. 

“You’re ready.” She tells you, unaware that her voice breaks and unknowingly fisting her hands  behind her back. 

“But you’re still joining me.” You comment gently, but she knows you better than you’ll ever know. You’re not happy she’s going with you, that much is clear but she’s not going as a babysitter, only she can’t tell you that. 

“Well, better be safe than sorry, right?” She says as she moves closer to Natasha and you roll your eyes, however affectionate. She loves the expression on your face, playful and always, always open for her. 

You still have a soft spot in your heart for her and she sees it, and at this point it feeds into her hope. 

…

There’s rust on the door of the hotel room you’ll be staying in, the detail makes you hesitate for some reason until Wanda nudges you to move forward. 

The mission is done before you know it. You’re barely done setting up your equipment to hack into the security cameras when the deal goes down. You have pictures, audio and video footage, and everything you need to finally send this Senator to jail for a few decades. 

You can be back at home by down, and Wanda panics. She doesn’t want this time with you to be so short, she’s barely had the chance to talk to you, and her chest already feels like it’s about to give in if she doesn’t just touch you. 

…

You wake up to the sound of birds chirping just outside the cottage, and the smell of fresh coffee brewing just a few feet away from the living room. 

It’s August 17th and you still have two more weeks with Wanda. Smiling, you try to move your legs but the delicious pain that spreads when you do, reminds you that she’s insatiable when it comes to you. 

The thought that she wants you just as much as you do is still a little hard for you to believe, but the aching in your body isn’t hard to ignore. 

“Hi baby.” Wanda smiles, as she joins you back in the little nest that she’s prepared for the two of you, and you welcome her with a soft kiss that she reciprocates in kind. 

“When did you get up?” You ask her as she lays more comfortably on top of you and you cup her face, looking into her eyes. 

“Just a few minutes ago.” She says as she kisses the palm of your hand, her eyes boring into yours with an intensity that you haven't seen before.

“Is everything okay?” You ask and she hums, nodding her head a little too quickly. 

“Of course!” She smiles, and you see the red swirling of her powers swimming in her irises before it dissipates, and you’re back looking into the beautiful hazel color that you love. 

“Wanna go again?” She asks you, deflating but the sound of her laughter fills the otherwise quiet cottage with her glorious sound and you smile too. 

She kisses you wantonly, her hands pushing away the blanket from your bodies completely and you laugh at her eagerness. 

You’re still naked while she’s wearing your long sleeve green shirt that looks ridiculously good on her.

“I’ve missed you so much.” She says as she kisses your neck, her hands squeezing your waist as if she never wants to let go. 

“Well then, next time don’t leave me sleeping alone.” You tell her with a laugh.

She looks up at you and the look in her eyes is too deep, it bores into you and it sends a shiver down your spine. The look in her eyes is crazed and it frightens you in a sense, but the look is quickly replaced with a teary smile that immediately tears down at your walls. 

You love her, you’ve loved her for a while and you probably always will. She’s everything you’ve ever wanted and wanting her has been enough, and it’ll have to be enough for the rest of your days after August is over. 

“I won’t.” She finally speaks, the look in her eyes softening and when she kisses you, you taste coffee on her lips and heartbreak on her tongue. 

She takes charge in a way that leaves bruises on your skin. Her hands roam your body like they’re familiarizing with it again, her mouth kisses and licks at everything you have to offer as if she were desert and you’re the source of water that she’s been desperately craving. 

She touches you with a desperation that is new to you, although the touch of her hands remind you that this is Wanda and you know her, you love her and you still have time. 

She doesn’t waste any time on foreplay, though she doesn’t need to, and slides her cold hand between your legs just as she claims your lips in a searing kiss that swallows the moans she incites in you. 

You feel her fingers slipping inside of you, stealing your breath away and uniting you and her in a sacred way that will forever live in your memory. 

She murmurs something in a language that you don’t understand as her fingers work magic inside of you. Panting and holding onto her arms you open your eyes to look at her, but you can’t speak---hell! you can barely breathe with what she’s doing to you. 

“I had you.” She says and she says it over and over again, even as you cum around her fingers and even as you shutter in her arms after.

Confused and body still tingling from the intensity of this particular orgasm, you immediately wrap her in your arms. 

She doesn’t say anything else, but she does hug you tight, so tight in fact that you want to tell her that you’re not going anywhere but you can’t bring yourself to break her peace for now. 

Because she seems peaceful as she hugs you, her eyes just looking at you and saying nothing at all---she seems at peace. 

“Wanting is not enough.” She tells you after long minutes of silence. She goes to the bathroom next, leaving you more confused than before. 

When you hear the shower running you get up too, maybe you could prepare lunch and think about what just happened. 

It’s a beautiful day, August is the perfect month for many reasons but the weather must be your favorite one. On your way to the kitchen you chance a look at the door and you see the rust around the edges, which wasn’t there before. 

…

When you return to the Compound, a week later, Natasha and Daisy are both waiting in the garage. Daisy practically jumps into your arms the moment you’re out of the car and Natasha watches the scene with a sinking feeling in her stomach.

You’re both promising to never fight again before a mission and Natasha smiles at you as your fiance drags you inside eagerly.  

When Wanda walks towards her, Natasha crosses her arms, out of instinct more than anything else. Their eyes meet and Natasha swallows with difficulty. 

“You can’t do this to her.” She tells her through gritted teeth but Wanda doesn’t back down like Natasha would have expected her to---before August. 

“Wanting is not enough, Natasha. It never will be.”

…

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[beybaldes]

the woman that loves you (boy you're such a fool)

Eddie Roundtree x Fem!Reader

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Word Count : 3.1k

Summary : the end of the band is just the beginning for y/n and her favourite bassist.

normal = flashbacks ,, italics = interviews

Warning!! I have not read the book or the show!!! All info I have gathered has been from other x readers I have read. sorry in advance if I have butchered your fav show/book because i have plainly made shit up in favour of satiating my own need for more Eddie fics xoxo

Y/n: I think about that last day all the time. I think about everything I should've said or done. But I don't think it would've changed anything honestly - everyone seemed pretty set on what they wanted for the band. Who was I to change that?

your legs pulled from warrens lap, quickly jumping from you seat and running out of the bus, desperate to reach the cab before it could pull out and take Eddie away. whatever was out there had been on your side, your hard pull open of the door stopping the driver from leaving as he put it into gear and got ready to leave.

"I'm so sorry" you said to the grey haired man in the front seat, turned to Eddie with a creased brow. "I'll only be a minute."

"birdie..." he hummed, pushing his sunglasses away from his eyes, letting them meet your own. "let me go, I need to leave, I can't stay here - not with Billy, not after everything."

"I'm not asking you to stay, Ed's." You murmured, tears brimming your eyes as you placed one knee into the cab, tucking yourself into the crook of his neck, one arm holding the door open. "I know that's not fair. I just don't want you to leave without saying goodbye."

Though you couldn't see it, tears began to pool in eddies eyes at the way your voice trembled and your words came out in a whisper - like a little kid too upset to really get the words out. When he'd packed up his things and called the cab he had only thought about leaving, getting away from all of it and getting to be his own person - he'd yet to consider that he'd be leaving some of his nearest and dearest friends behind in doing so. That he'd be leaving you behind.

Eddie: I'd never done anything as hard as leaving the band. At least not until y/n stopped the cab to speak to me.

"I got to go birdie, I got a plane to catch." soon half a continent would separate you, something so scary when for the last decade you'd only been a street, a room or a curtain away at all times.

"Just gimme one more moment." You tried to savour the feel of his arms around you, holding your body tight and close as if it was the last time he was going to do so. 'it probably was the last time he was going to do so,' the thought made your stomachs churn and your whimpers boarder on full on sobs. If it weren't for the fact you wanted your last moments together to be happy, you would've just let it all out, cry into his arms like the little kid your rise to fame never let you be. "Just one more moment."

Camilla: Y/n. She, she was always the closest with Eddie. They were like two peas in a pod - I don't think I'd ever seen one without the other somewhere nearby.

With a particularly tight squeeze, you pulled away, knowing that no hug would last long enough to satiate the longing ache already settled deep in the pit of your stomach.

Eddie was quick to wipe at the tears that silently rolled down your cheeks, his large hand cupping your face as his thumb stroked across the apple of your red cheek. "I'm gonna miss you, birdie."

"Not as much as I'm gonna miss you, Ed's." You pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, trying to tell him everything you didn't have the time to say in what could easily be passed off as a misjudgement of closeness. "Please don't be a stranger."

Eddie didn't say anything else. He let you close the cab door and stand on the side of the pavement, watching as he drove off and away from the six, away from you. Only when the cab was out of sight did either of you let the tears fall, not wanting the other to be saddened by your own heartbreak. Though, when had goodbyes ever been easy?

Billy: Y/n had always been a sensitive girl. But the band had been her whole world - each of us, we, had been her whole world. I think it truly broke her when the band broke up that day.

Furiously you wiped at your tears, trying to clear your face before you returned to your seat on the tour bus, knowing now that it was unlikely the six would continue past this moment, and that more goodbyes would probably be in order. You could cry it all out on the flight you were sure you'd have to book later today.

Making your way back to the tour bus, you silently got back on, not even making it to your seat before you broke down in tears again. Your knees couldn't hold your weight any longer, and as you began to sink to the floor, Warren was quick to spring from his seat, wrapping you in his arms and lowering you to the floor at a gentle pace. He gently stroked his fingers through your hair, shushing you as the pair of you rocked back and forth on the floor of the tour bus. Karen was quick to join the two of you, pressing a kiss to your temple and letting her own tears fall in the group hug containing the final members of the 6.

Y/n: Karen and Warren - I'd always been good fiends with them. But that day, on the bus, it became something different then. They're my best friends in the world now. Karen was the maid of honour at my wedding. I did ask Warren but he refused, claiming it only made sense for it to be Karen.

"It's okay sweet girls." Warren whispered to the two girls that were now cradled in his arms, all three of the in a mess of limbs and tears on the floor of the tour bus. "Everything's going to be okay."

"Warren had been right of course." You paused with a smile, waiting for Julia to adjust the camera so that both you and Eddie fit into the frame; his arm wrapped around your waist pulling you into his side, a kiss pressed to your temple after which he gazed down at you lovingly. "Everything was okay, in the end. Eddie called me the second he landed back in Pittsburgh, correctly guessing I'd still be on the tour bus with Warren and Karen."

"Thank god I'd been right (about the tour bus)." Eddie smiled, pressing another kiss to your temple, relishing in the feel of his arm that was around your waist, knowing he'd never have to lose that feeling as long as he played his cards right. "I don't know what I'd have done if she hadn't picked up. If I'd lost her for good."

"Hello." You murmured into the phone, the loud ringing having woke you from your sleep. Thankfully, Warren and Karen were still asleep to your right, the ringing noise not waking them after the exhaustion of getting through such an eventful and emotional day. "Who is it?"

"Birdie..."

You sat upright at the voice on the other end of the line, sleep vanishing from your eyes. "Eddie." You whined, fingers scratching at the phone as if you could claw you way through it and into his arms. "I miss you."

"I know birdie, I miss you too."

"How'd you know to call here?" You and Karen were crashing in Warrens room, the three of you too upset to be left alone and not wanting to pay for three separate rooms when money was now going to be an issue.

"I figured you'd end up in bed with Warren, or Karen, or both. I called each room until you picked up." A soft smile graced your features at the thought of Eddie calling every room until he found you. He knew you so well. "I'm back in Pittsburgh, I want you to come with me."

It had taken Eddie seconds to realise the mistake he'd made in leaving the band. Not in the way of leaving the band, but rather in the way it meant leaving you, too. But his cab was going and his flight had been paid for.

"I... I love you, birdie." Eddie whispered, unsure if he was allowed to say such words after how hard he'd made you cry just hours before. "I don't want to not have you in my life. And I'm not calling just because I need someone right now, or because I regret leaving the band. I'm calling because I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you in it, and when you realise that you do something about it."

Eddies words had you shocked to silence, his voice calling out for you several times in the moments that you took to process what he'd just said. "Birdie, please say something."

"I'll tell you I love you too when you pick me up from the airport tomorrow at 11."

You could feel the smile that filled Eddies face through the phone.

"Am or Pm?"

Your hand interlinked with Eddies as you let your head fall to his shoulder, wrapped up in the memory of your first day out of the band. "It was difficult to say goodbye to Karen, her flight going back to England when both mine and Warren's were going back to Pittsburgh. It hurt a lot to see her go."

"I was in tears the whole flight." Karen laughed, wiping away a stray tear as she recalled when you and Warren left her at the gate to get your own flight. "But I called y/n as soon as I landed, and she told me she'd already booked flights to come and visit in a month. She's always been so good to me, to all of us, like that."

You'd slept on Warren's shoulder for most of the flight, his head atop yours as your dreamt about what life would bring going forward. Neither of you wanted to stay in Pittsburgh, but knew it was right for the moment, to take a deep breath and remind yourself of who you were before the band - without the band. Warren's long-time girlfriend, Lisa, had been the first person you saw once you escaped baggage claim, her running into his arms the moment she spotted him, but not forgetting to give you a hug of your own and a kiss to your cheek.

"My girl now, Rojas." You teased, pulling Lisa into side hug, hear head falling to your shoulder with a bright smile.

"Already forgetting about me?" You were quick to turn around at the sound of Eddie's voice, dropping your luggage and crashing into his arms, pressing kisses to his cheeks again and again, only stopping when he placed two fingers under your jaw and turned you to face him, finally giving you a real kiss after years of dancing around each other.

"Finally!" Warren shouted, head thrown back in laughter as he watched the two of you address all those lingering looks and hugs and touches that had happened over the past few years. "I better be invited to the wedding!"

"She told you that?" Warren scoffed, pulling the lit cigarette from his mouth, tapping the burnt butt into his ash tray before replacing it between his lips. "I only refused to be her maid of honour because Eddie asked me to be his best man first. How could I say no to being her maid of honour otherwise?"

"I love you too." You gasped out, pulling away from the kiss with Eddie. "I love you too. I love you so damn much it keeps me up at night, you're all I think about, all the time."

"I love you even more then that, birdie." Eddie nuzzled his nose against yours, quick to pull you in for another kiss that had Warren shouting at the pair of you to 'get a room.'

"Y/n did fulfil her promise." Karen nodded, thinking about her life long friendship with the brunette she'd met by chance. "She came to visit three weeks later. I was so excited. We spent a lot of time taking about the solo career I'd been planning for myself and how she could come along, be my opener for the American leg of the tour I would hopefully do - I didn't even notice the ring on her finger until her third day there!"

"I proposed the same night she got back to Pittsburgh. The girl had just flown halfway across the country cause she didn't know how to be without me, and I'd practically begged her to do it because I didn't know how to live without her. How could not?" Eddie retold with a soft smile gracing his features. It was one of the things you'd come to love the most in his old age; how soft and loving his features were when we wasn't stressing about the six, or Billy.

"I can't believe you came all this way, for me." Eddie mused later that night, the two of you face to face in his childhood bed, not wanting to fall asleep in fear this would all be some dream.

"How could I not?" You asked, pulling one of your hands out from beneath the duvet, pushing a strand of Eddies overgrown hair out of his eyes and safely behind his ear, careful to avoid brushing against the black eye nursing on his cheek. "Like you said, Ed's, I want to spend the rest of my life with you in it. Why would I wait to start the rest of my life when I could start it right now?"

Eddie pressed a hot and firm kiss to your lips, pulling away and resting his forehead against you own, a lovesick smile gracing his face. "You're exactly right birdie. Exactly right." Another series of kisses were pressed all over your face, starting at your lips, moving to your cheeks, then your forehead and back to your lips again. "Why wait when forever can start right now?"

Eddie pulled off one of his rings, holding it out in the small gap between the two of you. "Marry me."

It hadn't been a question.

"I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I have no doubt in that. And I know more then anything, I want the rest of my life to start right now; I've spent years not doing that, and I don't want to wait another day. Marry me."

"It was quite the bold ask." You giggled, curling into Eddies side with a bright smile. "But who could say no to such a face?"

"Yes." You whispered into the darkness of the room you'd spent so many of your formative years in. "Yes." Eddie slipped the ring on your finger, pressing another series of hot and firm kisses all over your face.

"He promised to go out and buy a real ring the following morning." You explained to Julia, sticking your hand out towards the camera to show her that your engagement ring was just as simple of a band as your wedding one. "But I told him a didn't want one. This one meant more."

"She gave me that ring as a gift for my 15 birthday." Eddie mused, reaching for you hand and toying with the ring that'd sat on your finger for the last 20 years. It should've sat there for a lot longer, he thought. "It seems kind of full circle that it's ended up back in her possession. But she wouldn't have it any other way."

"I was happy for them, y'know." Daisy smiled, thinking back onto the pictures you'd sent her of your wedding day, her choosing not to come to keep any peace you may have had that day. "Glad to see more then just Warren came out of the band happy. Really happy."

"We only had a small wedding." You explained, the day feeling minutes ago rather then almost 20 years ago now. Where had the time gone? "Warren and Karen came, but everyone else didn't. I asked Cami to come, but she felt it'd be better if she didn't. I understood of course, things were different then, but it hurt me a lot - that the people I'd spent everyday of the few years of my life with didn't want to come to my wedding."

Eddie squeezed your hand tighter, pressing a kiss to your hair. "It was a hard day for y/n. But despite everything, we had the best time; it was the perfect day, honestly."

"Everyone came to visit sooner or later, one at a time, to congratulate us, apologise for not coming. Graham was the first to come and visit." You let out a low laugh as you dwelled on the memory. "I wish I had a photo to show you of the face he made when he realised I was pregnant."

"I'm sorry... what?" Graham choked out, unmoving in the doorway to your house as he stared at the baby bump that had formed under your summer dress. "Since when were you pregnant?"

"It wasn't the way I meant to say it." Graham denied. "It had been about 4 months since the band broke up, and only 1 month since they got married. I was just surprised!"

"Since just over 3 months ago." You laughed, pulling him into your house with a kind smile, taking hold of his bag for him and leading him towards your guest room. "Don't tell Eddie, but I think it's a girl."

"Oh! Of course she did!" Eddie laughed, his head thrown back over the cushions of the loveseat the two of you were cuddled on. "Though, not that I said anything at the time, I knew it was a girl."

"I'm sure you did." You nudged Eddie in his side, intertwining your fingers with his and letting your head fall to his shoulder. "Our Janie was born 6 months later. She was beautiful. 6 pounds and 8 ounces."

"She just started college last year, it's weird for the house to be so empty." Eddie added, a slight frown settling into his features. He missed Janie every day she was gone, that little girl - his little girl - being the absolute light of his life.

"You didn't have any other kids?" Julia asked, head peaking up just over the top of the camera she was recording the two of you with.

"No. Just our Janie. She was perfect. We didn't need another. Spitting image of her mother, with my rocking personality." It was moments like this, where Eddie spoke so fondly of you, your daughter, your family, that you knew - despite the hurt the band caused you across the years - every second had been worth it.

"Yeah, it was perfect. All perfect."

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[quite-right-too]

Do you know what kills me about The Runaway Bride?

The fact that Donna's appearance in the TARDIS happens literally minutes after the Doctor just said his final goodbye. Just imagine it from his perspective.

The woman you love so much that you subconsciously changed your entire anatomy to be perfect for her; all of the characteristics of the ideal partner integrated into you because it's Rose and why wouldn't you want to give the best. You barely get a couple minutes to say goodbye to her, now locked in a parallel universe that you know cannot safely be opened enough to bring her home. You don't even have enough time to say I love you before the breach closes. You're crying and you're grieving, but only for a couple minutes. Just enough time to move the TARDIS into the Time Vortex. Suddenly, this loud ginger woman in a wedding dress impossibly appears in your console room. You just lost your best friend, your partner, your everything. And now you have to get back into action to save humanity again without getting the time to really handle this loss.

Don't even think I forgot the dialogue and even the scenes where we actively see him upset while thinking of Rose. Everything reminds him of her and it's like the universe is trying to rub it into his face.

(Donna grabs a blouse that is hanging over the railing.)  DONNA: I knew it, acting all innocent. I'm not the first, am I? How many women have you abducted?  DOCTOR: That's my friend's.  DONNA: Where is she, then? Popped out for a space walk?  DOCTOR: She's gone.  DONNA: Gone where?  DOCTOR: I lost her.  DONNA: Well, you can hurry up and lose me! How do you mean, lost?  (The Doctor takes the blouse from Donna and throws it through a doorway.)  DOCTOR: Right, Chiswick.

DOCTOR: Trust me.  DONNA: Is that what you said to her? Your friend? The one you lost? Did she trust you?  DOCTOR: Yes, she did. And she is not dead. She is so alive. Now, jump! 

DOCTOR: I spent Christmas Day just over there, the Powell Estate, with this family. My friend, she had this family. Well, they were my-. Still, gone now.  DONNA: Your friend, who was she?  DOCTOR: Question is, what do camouflaged robot mercenaries want with you? And how did you get inside the TARDIS?

What about when Love Don't Roam is being sung by the singer at the reception, and all the Doctor can do is reminisce sadly about him and Rose. Also, Love Don't Roam was written specifically about TenRose canonically so...

DOCTOR: I'll sort it out, Donna. Whatever's been done to you, I'll reverse it. I am not about to lose someone else. 

Or how he decides he's gonna kill a bunch of children because he's hurt and not thinking clearly. He needed Donna to snap him out of it. DOCTOR: My home planet is far away and long since gone. But its name lives on. Gallifrey.  EMPRESS: They murdered the Racnoss!  DOCTOR: I warned you. You did this.  EMPRESS: No! No! Don't! No!  EMPRESS: No! No! My children! No! My children! My children!  DONNA: Doctor! You can stop now!  EMPRESS: My children!  DOCTOR: Come on. Time I got you out. 

DONNA: That friend of yours. What was her name?  DOCTOR: Her name was Rose. 

And let's not forget that in Turn Left, Donna's alternate universe that Rose finds her in shows what would have happened without Donna there. The Doctor actually kills himself because he couldn't stand to be without Rose. HARRIS: The Doctor is dead. Must have happened too fast for him to regenerate. Escort the ambulance back to UNIT base.  (Donna walks on. A blonde woman runs towards her. She speaks as if her top lip is glued to her teeth.)  ROSE: What happened? What did they find? I'm sorry, did they find someone?  DONNA: I don't know. A bloke called the Doctor, or something.  ROSE: Well, where is he?  DONNA: They took him away. He's dead. I'm sorry, did you know him? I mean, they didn't say his name. Could be any doctor.  ROSE: I came so far.  DONNA: It, it could be anyone.  ROSE: What's your name?  DONNA: Donna. And you?  ROSE: Oh, I was just passing by. I shouldn't even be here. This is wrong. It's wrong. This is so wrong.

Just him mourning breaks my heart every time.

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Midnight Rain

“I broke his heart because he was nice. He was Sunshine, I was Midnight Rain…”

Request from ao3- "ok but imagine a grumpy/sunshine fic with sam but the reader is the grumpy one 🤷" For one of my fave readers, @/badasswithafatass I hope you enjoy! 💛

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“You know, for a smart guy, you’re pretty fucking dense," Bucky mutters, taking another swig of his beer.

“Aw… you think I’m smart?” Sam sarcastically awes from the bar stool beside Bucky.

Bucky rolls his eyes, shaking his head, “Do you honestly think she had any real interest in me?”

Bucky doesn't miss the tick in Sam's jaw at the mention of you. Months had passed since the last time Sam saw you, and he wasn’t too keen on remembering that dreaded last night. Just the memory of you leaning over the bar counter, hand resting on Bucky’s chest, whispering something in Bucky's ear, was enough to make Sam's stomach twist into a knot.

Even before that night, he could tell that you were pulling away from him, but there it was, that night, the final nail in the coffin. That was the last time he’d seen or heard from you. You walked out of his life without so much as a goodbye.

Sam rolls his shoulders back, his mouth twisting in distaste, “Sure seemed like it to me.”

“See? Dense,” Bucky declares, tipping his beer in Sam's direction.

“Alright, I’ll bite. How does any of that make me dense?”

“You’re an idiot.”

“Are you going to keep insulting me or are you going to actually explain?”

“Sam, she’s a spy, an assassin," Bucky explains like it should be obvious. "She knew you were standing there. She knew you were watching.”

"So maybe she wanted to make a point. It’s not like she was one for talking or communicating, maybe that was her way of letting me know how she actually felt. Trust me, I got the message loud and clear. That doesn’t make me dense."

"Sam..." Bucky takes a long breath. "We're a lot alike, me and her. And people like us, we cut and run, it's what we do. We don't wait for things to go bad, we live with the expectation that things will always go bad."

Sam tosses the rest of his whiskey back, flagging down the bartender for another one. "That's a depressing way to live."

“It keeps us alive.”

“We weren’t on a battlefield!" Sam spits through gritted teeth. "We were done with the fight, remember? We won, for Christ’s sake!”

“And where did that leave her, Sam? With a conditional pardon? People watching us 24/7?”

“With me!” Sam snaps, slamming his glass down on the bar. “It left her with me. We were good, Bucky! We were happy together. At least, I thought we were happy together. I even- I told her that after everything, that I would take her back home, meet my family, maybe settle down a little.”

"And while you're thinking about taking her home to meet your family, she's probably thinking how a family like yours is going to react to you bringing an actual assassin home."

"I... didn't think about it like that,” Sam confesses, faltering for a moment. He shakes his head. No. He refuses to accept that. It didn't excuse that he'd found you flirting with his best friend. It didn't change that you told him he meant nothing to you. “Because I don't think about her like that. And you know what? She could've talked to me, she could've told me she felt like that, Bucky, but she didn't."

"Sam, can I be honest?"

"Shoot."

"I don't think you two will ever work."

"That's a shitty thing to say to me," Sam spits.

"I don't," Bucky admits with a languid shrug. "Honest truth, I don't see it."

"You don't have to see it, I do,” Sam firmly states. “I see it working out."

Bucky claps a hand on Sam's shoulder with a tight lipped smile, "That's my point, Sam. That's the difference between you and us. You, you live for the hope of it all. She doesn't know how to do that. I don't know how to do that. We're broken, haunted people, Sam. We hurt people that get too close."

"You're wrong."

"Why else-"

"Because she was bored!" Sam angrily shouts, not caring at the stares his outburst brings. "She only wanted me because I was there."

“Do you honestly believe that?”

“Yes. I do believe that,” Sam hisses. “Unlike you guys, I believe the words that come out of people’s mouth. She was bored... She was bored and I was there.”

Bucky takes a long pull from his beer, rising from his seat with a defeated sigh. He turns to Sam to offer one last piece of insight, “All I’m saying is I wouldn’t go on the run with someone for two years because I was bored. Not unless I really gave a shit about them. Not unless I loved them, like really loved them.”

"Do you mean that?" Sam asks over his shoulder.

"Yeah, I mean that."

--

3 Years Earlier - Somewhere in Scotland

“Just let me do the talking, okay?”

Sam raises up his hands, “No arguments from me.”

The doorknob rattles for a moment, opening just enough for you to stand before them. You look at them and immediately try to snap the door shut, “No.”

Nat extends out her hand to stop the door from swinging shut. “Just hear us-“

“No.”

"You don't even know why we're here," Nat argues. “It’s important. Please.”

You relent, allowing the door to fling open. Standing tall in the doorway, your eyes rake over each of them, “Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov or whatever name you’re going by now, and Sam Wilson, all in the flesh, all the most wanted fugitives on Earth. So I don’t care how important it is, my answer is no.”

Sam’s eyes comically widen, his voice taking a slightly bewildered, high pitched tone, “How did - Do you happen to know the names of all strangers that show up at your door?”

Your eyes dart over to Sam with a grimace, “Strangers that show up at my door end up dead. Consider yourself lucky.”

“I want you to know I’m choosing to take that as a compliment,” Sam quips, placing his hand over his heart. 

“Don’t worry, Sam," Natasha smirks over her shoulder. "She’s more bark than bite. And this is me calling in a favor.”

Your eyes narrow at Natasha, "Which favor?"

"Budapest."

Your mouth narrows into a thin line as you glare at her. You hated that favor.

You look back at the three of them. Even dressed in street clothes they all stuck out like sore thumbs. They’re all disheveled, clearly exhausted, and you did owe Natasha. You convince yourself that there is no good in this deed, it’s just a repayment. Even as your eyes linger back to Sam for a second too long. You tell yourself you don't care what happens to any of them. It's just paying a debt. “Fine. Just keep me out of it.”

Natasha nods, offering a small grateful smile, “Thank you.”

You turn on your heels without another word, striding down to your room. You slam your bedroom door shut, leaving the others on their own.

“It was nice meeting you,” Sam calls after you.

You don’t bother to reply.

After a few hours, the sun sets and your safe house returns back to its normal quiet state except for the soft snores of Steve Rogers in your spare bedroom. You’re certain that they’ve all gone off to get some rest. That is, everyone, except Sam Wilson.

“Have a good nap?” Sam greets you, sitting on the small couch in the middle of your living room.

Your eyes snap over to Sam, lightly scoffing, “Actually, I was avoiding you.”

Your brutal honestly doesn’t phase Sam. The corner of his mouth twitches up as he playfully tugs on the collar of his t-shirt, “I tend to have that effect on the ladies… That sounded better in my head.”

“For you and me both,” you quip.

“You know, you’re kind of a jackass.”

“I know. Thanks.” That's the only conversation you plan on having with Sam Wilson. You continue walking to the kitchen without saying anything else.

"So how long have you and Nat been friends?" Sam asks, trailing you as you walk to your kitchen, clearly not taking the hint that you don't want to talk to him.

You scoff over your shoulder, "Who said we were friends?"

"So you're not friends? Because the whole letting us hide out here, housing us, letting us eat your food, not turning us in, sorta gave me a different idea."

"We're not friends."

In truth, your relationship to Natasha was much more complex than that. At one point, you were like sisters. In the Red Room, she was all you had. Your only friend. Your confidante. And still, you could never quite live up to her, always second to her. You knew all her secrets, all the blood spilt, all the skeletons in her closet, and she knew all of yours.

The night before your graduation, you ran. As far away and as quickly as your legs could carry you.

You were never quite sure if it was irony or simply Dreykov’s own cruelty, but she was the one tasked to find you and collect you. You never stood much of a chance against the person that spent almost two decades besting you. She found you in Budapest. It would’ve taken a single shot. And still, it never came.

But you weren’t going to tell that to Sam.

"You're not friends?”

"No."

After that, your paths crossed only once in a blue moon. Once Natasha left Dreykov, she never sought you out. And you didn’t bother to either. You weren’t friends. You weren’t enemies. She was the sister that became little more than a stranger.

"Do you help all your not friends run from the law?"

"Natalia and I have an agreement of ... mutually assured destruction."

"Mutually assured destruction?" he dubiously repeats, quirking an eyebrow. "...So best friends."

In spite of your best efforts, your outwardly stoic expression gives way as a chuckle bubbles out of your mouth.

"Did anyone see that?” Sam proudly announces to the empty house. “I want it on the record that I made a Black Widow laugh!"

"Don't push it," you warn, though the hint of a smile that pulls at the corner of your mouth dampens the threatening undertone of your words.

"You've got a nice smile," Sam compliments.

You wipe the smile off your face, but there's nothing you can do to tame the slight blush creeping up your face, so you say the first thing that comes to mind, "Fuck off."

--

That's how it went between you and him. Push and pull.

Their time at your safe house in Scotland was short lived. No more than a few weeks. And even in those few short weeks, he saw it, saw the good that you desperately tried to keep hidden. Even then he knew, he knew you cared so much more than you would ever let on. Cooped up in your little cottage, he found that behind your barbed words and tough exterior, was a person that he really liked. You didn't let him see very much of it. Most of the time, it was in little slip ups, little cracks in your armor, but he saw it. He swore he did.

Sam ambles alone through the streets of New York, the pavement is still damp from the midnight rain, the noisy cityscape is the only thing keeping Sam from fixating on the endless loop of memories playing in his head.

He’d be lying if he said that he didn’t think about you anymore. He did. All the time.

He thinks about how good it used to be. How even on the run, constantly looking over your shoulder, it was good. He'd like to think you were as happy as he was.

In truth, he wasn't sure how or when it happened. You weren't very nice to him - to any of them really. You kept them at arm's length. He had to earn every glimpse of the person behind the armor. He had to earn every smile, every laugh, but he found each one was worth it. To him, you were worth it. You were worth all of it. 

And when that time came, when that safe house wasn't safe anymore, you stayed by his side, you became his home. 

--

You simply walked up to the breakfast table and announced that it wasn't safe to stay much longer. "You have to leave."

"What?"

"We've been here too long. People in town are beginning to talk."

Natasha didn't miss a beat. "How long?"

"Tonight."

Sam watches the interaction closely. You refuse to look at him. For a moment, Natasha's eyes look at you, imploring. She utters a quiet question in Russian.

You don't respond, only shaking your head once.

"I understand." She softly inhales, her shoulders slumping slightly, "Thank you."

You nod, turning on your heels and heading to your room. You didn't expect Sam to follow after you.

There's some part of you that's unsettled by how easily Sam fits into your life. You don't like how he speaks to you like you're friends. You don't like that there's a part of you that would love to know what being in Sam's life would feel like. And you most certainly don't like that Sam has no problem questioning you. Prying into your life. He won't like what he finds. He'll run the moment he sees the number of skeletons in your closet. No, you don't like that at all. 

And you definitely don't like that he feels comfortable enough to follow you back to your bedroom. He wedges himself into your doorway, leaning against the wall, "So what about you?"

You don't turn to look at him as you pack your duffle bag, "What about me?"

"Where you gonna go?"

"I have other places."

"By yourself?"

"Typically."

"Why don't you stay with us?"

You pretend like you're surprised by the offer. As though Natasha didn't offer the same thing two minutes ago. You just didn't expect Sam's kindness to extend past his need for your safe house. "What?"

He takes a step off the wall. Even turned away from him, you can practically hear the grin he wears in his words. "We could always use the help. You seem like kind of a pro at being a fugitive."

"I don't think your team would appreciate my presence."

"I would. I want you to come." Sam turns back at the doorframe. He pauses for a moment, looking back at you. "You should come with us."

--

You never told him why you ended up joining them. It was the one question he couldn't ever get a straight answer for.

He couldn't really remember how or when you ended up in his bed - or more accurately, when he ended up in your bed.

All he knew was that for two years, you were his sanctuary. Each and every night. He held you. Kissed away your fears. You allowed him to see parts of you that you buried long ago. 

It made the moment you walked away hurt even more. 

He doesn't know what the hell he's doing here. He's pacing through the streets of New York in the middle of the night. It won't bring you back. It won't change what happened. You still left him.

It was easier believing that you left him because you didn't love him. 

The other option hurts. It hurts too much. His heart almost shatters at the though of you leaving him because you didn't see it working out, because you thought you would hurt him. 

That's the worst part - he believes Bucky. He believes that no one, not even someone as prone to finding trouble as you are, would ever go on the run with someone for the hell of it. Not unless you cared. Not unless you loved him. 

He should've seen it. The panic in your eyes when he suggested going back to Louisiana. The pain when you lost Natasha, the last person you considered family. 

It eats at him. He didn't even try. Not really. Yeah, you walked away, but he could've gone after you. He could've believed in the love he knew you shared. 

He reaches for his phone, tucking into the crook of his neck as he hails a cab, and calls the one person that could possibly help him, "I need your help. Can you find someone for me?"

--

1 Year Earlier - Somewhere in Eastern Europe

“Stop watching me sleep.”

Sam kisses your bare shoulder, resting his chin on your arm, “It’s the only time you’re not frowning. Except when you’re with me, of course.”

You sleepily sigh, trying to suppress the smile that Sam so effortlessly puts on your face. You halfheartedly push him away, rolling further away from him, “I’m going back to sleep.”

Sam’s arms wrap around you, pulling you closer to him, “No, come back.”

“We’ve got a lot to do tomorrow, we should get the rest while we can.”

“I miss you,” Sam whines.

“I’m right here.”

“But we’re always talking about work, about the world ending, I just - I just want a minute, just me and you.”

You finally turn around to face him with a cheeky grin, “You had me to yourself all night, remember?”

“How could I forget?”

You settle against him, resting your head on his chest, “So why couldn’t you sleep?”

He smiles down at you, absentmindedly playing with your fingers, “I was thinking.”

“About?” you urge.

“What comes next. After the fight, after everything, about going home, finally seeing my family again. My sister would love you. I can't wait to introduce you."

Your smile slips from your face. "What?"

"I mean, I know we're on the run and everything, but I'm still holding onto hope," Sam confesses. "You'd love Louisiana."

A sinking feeling overtakes you. Those survival instincts you've spent your entire life cultivating bubble up. You could see Sam's family picture where he left it on the dresser. His picture perfect, shiny family.

That wasn't you. Not even in your wildest dreams could that be you. The closest thing you had to a family was the Black Widow sitting in the other room cleaning her knives. You weren't meant for domesticity. You weren't built for the happy ending that Sam deserved. The happy ending he wanted. 

Sure, he loved you now, but would he love you when his family looks at you with disdain? Would he love you when Sarah refuses to let you anywhere near his nephews? 

Or even worse, what if he did? What if he loved you through it all and you broke him in return? What if he loved you and he lost everything else because of it?

You could tell Sam. Right here and now. Tell him that you weren't built for that life. He would listen. He would hear you. Like all of your other scars and imperfections, Sam would take it in stride. You knew he would. 

But could you really do that to him? Doom him to a life tethered to someone so tainted.

He was perfect. In every conceivable way. He was Sunshine. And though you'd done unspeakable things, there would be nothing quite as vile as dragging him down to the dim, murky depths of the wasteland you called home.

He deserved more. More than you would ever be. 

--

6 Months Ago - A Bar in New York City

"You don't have to do this."

You bitterly chuckle. It was too late. You'd made up your mind. You gave yourself until the war against Thanos was won. You gave yourself that time to say your silent goodbyes, to memorize the one and only love you would ever allow yourself to have. You were selfish in that way.

Now was the time to save Sam while you still could, to finally set him free. Even if you had to break his heart to do it. You rest your hand on Bucky's chest, the furthest you could allow yourself to go without making your stomach turn. "Do what?"

Bucky's jaw ticks, "He's a good man."

"I know." It's the only time your voice reveals even an ounce of your pain. Your eyes flicker to over Bucky's shoulder. It's too late. Sam stands a few feet from you, watching you with anguish in his eyes. For good measure, you lean in closer, whispering in Bucky's ear, "But I never did well with sunshine."

"Can I talk to you outside?" Sam demands. 

You roll your eyes and snort, "If we have to."

"We do."

Sam doesn't waste a single moment. The second you step outside, he points back to the bar, "What the hell was that?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Are you kidding me? I saw you. You were all over him. He's my friend!"

"I was just having a little fun, Sam."

"A little fun?" Sam scoffs. "Are you kidding me?"

You don't allow a single ounce of remorse to show. You don't allow him to see the regret. Your face is purposely blank, cold and uncaring. You were good at this part. You were good at hurting people. It's exactly why you have to let him go. "I don't see what the big deal is, Sam."

"You don't see what the big deal is?" Sam's voice wavers. "You were just coming onto my friend! What about us?"

"What about us?" you scoff. "I was bored, Sam, we had our fun but it's done now. We're not on the run anymore. It's not a big deal."

"Just like that, we're just done?"

"You were there, Sam," you lie through your teeth. Acid churns in your stomach, rising up through your esophagus and coating your every word. "There's nothing more to it, nothing more to us."

You'd done a lot of bad things in your life, but nothing made you feel quite as wretched as watching Sam's heart shatter before you. It was better this way. He didn't know it, but it was for the best. You couldn't ruin his life anymore. You couldn't hurt him if you walked away right now. Those were the last words you ever said to him. 

--

He did it. He couldn't believe it. He'd found you. There you were, standing out on a rooftop, out in the pouring midnight rain. He almost laughs because of course you wouldn't even realize how theatrical this whole scene was. "Do you realize how dramatic it is to be standing out in the pouring rain all by yourself? And without an umbrella?"

"I'm working, Sam."

"Shooting your next romantic comedy? Is this the breakup scene?"

You don't even turn to look at him. “You shouldn’t be here, Sam.”

Sam scoffs, “That’s all you have to say? That I shouldn’t be here?”

“Go home, Sam," you demand. "I don’t want you here.”

“You’re such a jackass, you know that?”

It pisses him off that you still refuse to even look at him. If you were going to break his heart all over again, the least you could do was look him in the eye. You speak through clenched teeth, "I know."

He storms around, planting himself in front of you, forcing you to look at him. "No, I mean that, I really, truly, from the bottom of my heart, I mean that. You're such an asshole. You're one of the most difficult, abrasive, cold, and selfish people I've ever met."

You can't bring yourself to meet his gaze. You look just past him, mustering every ounce of your training to stay stone faced, "I know."

"Do you know how hard it was to find you?"

"I didn't ask you to come here," you spit at him. "I didn't want you to come looking for me. You knew that."

"And you're a liar!" Sam exclaims, a bitter laugh bubbling up from his chest. "A damned good one, too."

"I never lied to you about who or what I was."

"But you did lie, didn't you? You've lied to me before."

“Yes, I have," you softly admit. You catch yourself, reminding yourself of why you're being so harsh with Sam. You force yourself to speak with that venomous tone you know all too well, "Many times, so if you’re done insulting me, I have to go.”

"God, you're so selfish, and- and you're mean! You brood way too much. You're so fucking angsty all the time. You act like the tortured character in every shitty teen movie every made. You're inconsiderate. You don't listen. I swear, talking to you is like talking to a brick wall. And sometimes - sometimes, I want to hate you so much."

It takes everything in you to sound as unaffected as you do. You quirk an eyebrow at him, crossing your arms over your chest, "Is that why you came here? Because you're upset?"

"Upset?" Sam incredulously repeats, taking a step toward you. He's still several feet away from you, still far out of your reach, "No, I'm not upset. I was upset six months ago. Now, I'm angry. I'm pissed off - with you. I have never been so mad at another human being in my entire life."

"I didn't do anything to you. You knew who I was - who I am."

"You think that's why I'm pissed? I'm pissed because you made me like you. I'm pissed that you made me fall so hopelessly in love with you."

For the first time in six months, your eyes find his. His warm eyes, the ones that grounded you through storms of midnight rain. He'd never said he loved you before - there's no taking that back. You suck in a breath, "Sam."

"I'm pissed because I believed you when you said you were bored. But mostly, I'm pissed that I let you go, that I let you walk away without fighting for you."

You try to warn him, beg him to stop before he says something that'll make it too hard to walk away from him. "Sam."

"Because I'm in love with you."

Your voice wavers as you beg him, "Don't do this, Sam."

"I'm in love with you," Sam announces again to his audience of one. "And I know you don't think you're good for me. And I know that it won't be easy, but I am. I am in love with you. Every part of you. Especially the parts you don't like. I like that you're mean, I like that you're tougher than any other person I've ever met, I like that you're grumpy. I like that you don't see how dramatic it is to stand in the pouring rain all by yourself! I love you. I love all of you."

"Sam..." His name leaves your mouth in a whisper. It's too late. You're not strong enough to survive walking away from him. He's doomed himself.

He takes a step closer to you. "And maybe it wasn't real... but I think it was. I think you feel the same." And then another step. And yet another. Until you're face to face, close enough that you could reach out and touch him for the first time in months. The rain beats down on the two of you. The dampness on your cheeks has nothing to do with the rain. "Tell me that you don't love me and I'll leave. Tell me and I won't bother you again, I promise."

You can't. You can't bring yourself to say any of it. "Sam, it'll never work for us. You have to know that."

"We're not at war anymore." His hand skates across your cheek. "We don't have to hide. We don't have to run."

"I'm not - I'm not good, Sam." And you are, you want to say.

“No, no, you’re not good. You’re great. You’re amazing. And it’s a damn shame you haven’t stepped into the daylight long enough to see how incredible you are.”

You jerk your face away from his hand, “And what if I can’t give you what you want? What if I can’t be what you want?”

“What do you know about what I want?”

“You want a bride. You want someone to bring home to your family - that’s not me, Sam. I don’t think that’ll ever be me.”

“I want you." Sam takes your face in between both hands, begging you to see the sincerity in his eyes. "I want you in whatever way you’ll have me.”

“I’m not worth it," you softly exhale. "You have to know that I’m not worth the trouble and the heartache I’ll put you through.”

“Break my heart," Sam offers without hesitation. "Do it over and over again. Do it for the rest of our lives. It’s all yours. You’re worth it.”

“Sam…” You didn’t have any other defense. He’d broken down each and every argument you spent years cultivating. You didn’t know where to go from here.

“Do you love me?” Your lips press into a thin line, eyes squeezing shut to keep the tears welling in your eyes from falling. The rain slows to a halt. His thumb and pointer finger grip your chin, forcing you to meet his warm brown eyes. “Do you love me?”

“I love you.” You don't think you've ever said those words before. You don't think you've ever seen the daylight until you saw him. It'll take time for your eyes to adjust, but he's worth it. "I love you so much it hurts, so much that I let you go."

“You don't have to let me go anymore. We'll figure the rest out together."

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Set up

Pairing: Mick Schumacher x Vettel!Reader

Request: hi i would like to ask with Mick Schumacher, in which she is related to Vettel and he tries to put the two together 

A/N: I know that timings and peoples ages make this impossible. So Seb is aged up and Mick is aged down for this fic to work!

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You thought that Sebastian being your dad meant he was supposed to scare boys off. Not try to set you up with them.

So when your dad had proudly proclaimed that he had set you up for a date, you had been concerned.

"With who?" You question him sceptically. "And why?"

"I can’t tell you with who," Sed told you. A mischievous look on his face. "And it's so that you will stop compiling that no one loves you."

"I'm not that bad!" You had protested.

But your dad's only response was to raise his eyebrows sceptically. Discrediting your point.

"Fine," you grumbled. "When, where and what's the dress code."

"This Saturday at your favourite restaurant." Your dad grinned triumphantly.

"Are you bribing me with some of my favourite food?" You asked your dad suspiciously.

"That is neither here nor there." your dad waved you off.

"This better be a good date." You threatened your dad.

"It will." He told you with far too much confidence.

Standing outside the restaurant, you fiddle with your rings. Nervous about going in.

Taking a deep breath, you pushed the door open. Glancing around the room, you wonder who your date is.

What you weren't expecting was to spot Mick Schumacher. You were even more surprised when he lit up when he spotted you, stood up, and waved you over.

Gingerly heading over to the table, you smile at Mick.

"I taking it you are my blind date?" You ask him shyly as he pulls you in for a hug.

"I am." Mick nodded nervously as you sat down. "I Hope you don't mind."

"Of course I don't," you assured him. Picking up the menu.

In fact, you were going to kill your dad when you got home. He knew of your crush on your fellow german. And knowingly, he had set you up on a date with him without telling you.

The two of you had started off nervous and awkward. Never having had to face your feelings before.

But, as you both relaxed into the date, you felt yourselves enjoying it more and more. You both settled into it and just had fun.

And by the time you had finished dessert, you wished that the evening wasn't drawing to a close.

Mick. As if reading your thoughts offered for you to go for a walk after dinner was paid for.

Looping your arms through his, the two of you had set off.

You both delayed the inevitable as you talked about anything and everything. But soon, reality would come knocking. And the two of you were left standing in front of your car.

"I enjoyed this," Mick told you.

"I did too." you agree. "Do you think we could do it again sometime?" you ask him softly.

"I would love to." Mick agreed.

"Perfect." You grin.

Ever so gently, Mick places a kiss on your cheek and opens your car door.

Smiling giddily, you get into the car. Waving goodbye to Mick, you pull out of the parking space.

The entire drive home, all you can think about is Mick and his adorable smile and how his eyes glittered when he was talking about something he loved.

Pulling up at home, you park the car and head inside. A goofy smile is still painted across your face.

"I take it you had a good date then." A  mischievous voice calls out.

"Better than good," you tell Seb dreamily. Before you suddenly realise something. "I'm going to kill you," you tell your dad matter-of-factly.

"Hey!" He complains. "What have I done wrong?"

"You could have given me advance warning that the date was with Mick Schumacher."

"Yes," your dad nodded. "But where is the fun in that?"

"Dad!" you shout, launching yourself at him as he runs away laughing. 

And maybe he was right. If he had warned you, you would have been unnecessarily nervous. And yes, you should thank him for setting you up on the perfect date and getting your potential future boyfriend.

But where's the fun in thanking him? It would just inflate his ego. When instead, you can just attack him.

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pt.11 pleaseeeeee of nightmare academia

♥ Summary:  Here we go friends! In this chapter of nightmare academia, Spencer gets stabbed. [Prof!Spencer Reid x GN-Prof!Reader]

♥ Warnings: stabbing, threats of violence, blood

♥ Word Count: 2346

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“Thank you.”

“Reid, don’t thank me for the mugs.  I stole the mugs.  They’re your mugs.”

He shrugged.  Despite being a certified giant of a string-bean, he seemed so small and sad in the middle of your office.  You looked down at the open laptop on your desk.  You couldn’t look at his damned puppy-dog eyes anymore.

“Still.  You could’ve broken them, or something.  You could’ve stabbed me with the shards.”

You rolled your eyes, not looking away from the laptop, “I could’ve, but that would take time and energy that I refuse to waste on you.”

In your peripheral vision, you could see him flinch.  You bit the inside of your cheek, trying to fight off the pang of guilt you felt inside.  Being angry at him would’ve been so much easier if he was more of a dick.  He usually was a dick.  He usually refused to admit he was wrong.  He wouldn’t let you correct him about grammatical mistakes, or historical errors, or whether or not notes should be handwritten, but he was letting you correct him now.

He was letting you hurt him over this.

The taste of blood filled your mouth.  You let out a weary sigh, “Get the hell out of my office, Reid.”

Your words were harsh, but there was no true malice behind them.  Just exhaustion.  Reid was pretty sure he preferred the malice.

“Bye, (Y/N).”

You waved him off, refusing to give him a proper goodbye.  After what he’d said and done, he could take his goodbyes and fuck ‘em.

Reid disappeared from your office without another word, his box of mugs cradled in his arms.  Immediately, you missed his presence.  And immediately, you despised yourself for it.  He’d been a huge asshole.  He’d been cruel.  He’d hurt you, he’d said all those things, and he- he’d apologized pretty thoroughly for it, for everything he’d done wrong.  He’d tucked his tail between his legs and let you throw all of your rage in his face.

You didn’t feel guilty.  You refused to feel guilty.  You’d said your piece and you were right about it and then you’d taken it a step further.  You hurt Reid on purpose, the way he hurt you.  Now what the fuck were you supposed to do?  You couldn’t quite forgive him, but you weren’t sure you wanted to be so angry anymore.

Just as the storm of thoughts in your mind came to a crescendo, someone walked through the office door.  For a moment, some sort of relief washed over you- you thought it was Reid.  You thought you might have a chance to talk things through with him.  It wasn’t, and you didn’t.

When you looked up, your blood ran cold.

Before you stood a man who looked like death standing.  Pale and tall, cropped hair and blue eyes.  He was everything Missy had described.  He was everything she’d said he was.  He was everything that had come to the community centre trying to hurt her before you intervened.  

Before you stood Missy’s ex.  Jason.  He was the man who made her life hell, the man you’d tried to protect her from.  He had one thing on his mind.

“Where is Missy?”

You could feel the adrenaline flooding your system.  You sat up straighter, your body preparing itself to run- or to fight.  You knew what this man was capable of.  You knew what he could do to a person, what he had done and would do again without flinching.

You knew you couldn’t let him get to Missy.

“I have no idea who you’re talking about,” your fingers pressed against the edge of your desk, creating distance between you and Jason, “None of my students go by that name.  If you’re looking for someone, I’d be happy to point you towards administration-”

“Shut your stupid fucking mouth,” he hissed, slamming his hands down on the table, “I know you know where she is.  You helped her get her GED, right?  Impressive.  Missy’s a stupid bitch.”

You winced, and Jason smiled as if you’d told him everything he wanted to know.

“Where is she?”

“I have no idea.  I don’t know who Missy is.”

“LIAR,” he barked, lunging forward to grab you.  He missed, only by a few inches.  You could see the shape of something sharp in his pocket.

“I swear,” your voice took on a tone of desperation, “I don’t know who you’re talking about.  I’m sorry I can’t help you.”

“Sorry?  Yeah, you’ll be fucking sorry,” his fingers gripped the desk, his knuckles turned white, “Tell me where she is, or I’ll spill your fucking guts all over these damn walls.  Is that what you want you fucking bitch?  You want me to stab you in the fucking neck?”

“Honestly, no.”

Jason reached towards his pocket and from it, he pulled out a knife.  There were several jokes you could’ve made, but none of them seemed appropriate at the time.  

“Answer me, then.  Tell me where Missy is, or I’ll stick this knife in your fucking throat.”

You steeled your gaze.  This man, this monster would not get what he wanted- not from you.  Jason looked at you expectantly, and you leaned forward, invading his space, getting closer to the knife.

“I guess you’ll have to stab me.”

Jason moved to round the desk.  You moved quickly, ready to defend yourself, but it didn’t matter.  He didn’t make it that far.

-

Reid assumed that a job teaching at a university would be marginally safer than working for the FBI.  It wouldn’t be much safer, of course, but at least he wouldn’t have to deal with serial killers every day, right?  That meant he would be a little safer- and that meant his coworkers would be a little safer too.

That’s why he wasn’t worried when he made his way back to your office.  He wanted to talk things through with you, to see if there was any way to undo what he’d done- to see if you’d be sending that infernal typewriter back to his class again.  He was worried about you being angry at him, but for once, death wasn’t on his mind.

And then he saw the man in your office.  The same man he’d seen behind the wheel of that white car.  The same man you’d gone out of your way to protect your friend from.  He also saw the knife in that man’s hand.  He gave up on the idea of safety, after that.

-

There was a split second, where Jason’s knife was in the air and your body was vulnerable beneath it, where you accepted your death.  You were going to get brutally murdered, one of your students would find your body, and the whole thing would become a true crime legend retold by uncaring influencers while they did their make-up and advertised Hello Fresh.

And you were okay with that.  If it bought your student just a minute of safety, your death would be worth it.  Clearly, someone didn’t exactly agree.

Someone pulled Jason away from you.  He collapsed to the floor in an angry heap.  Your eyes widened.  Your breath came so hard that it hurt your chest.  Someone had saved you.  You looked up.

He stood over your assailant looking angrier than you had ever seen him.  His hands were curled into fists at his sides.  His tie was crooked, and he was breathing almost as hard as you were.

“Reid?”

When he turned to face you, his eyes were blown wide.  Panic overtook the rage that painted his features.  

“Are you okay?” he asked, straightening slightly, still hovering over Jason.

“I’m- I’m fine.”

“Good,” Reid looked down at Jason, who was hissing like some feral thing, “Call 9-1-1.”

“Yeah,” you snapped out of your panic at the command, “Yeah, okay.”

Just as you reached for your phone, Jason emerged from the floor.  You frantically dialled the emergency number and threw your phone to the side, letting it ring out.  The glow from the fallen screen illuminated your typewriter.

“You motherfucker,” Jason growled, “Who the fuck are you?”

“He’s just a coworker of mine,” you hurried to answer, “No one of consequence.”

“I have a hard fuckin time believing that.  I saw him, with you and with Missy.  If you’re going to be an unreasonable bitch, maybe I’ll just have to ask him.”

“Don’t-!” you yelped, “Don’t, I swear, he’s nobody.  He’s just a coworker,” you moved a little closer to where your phone had fallen, “He’s not the type to know anything.”

Reid’s eyes met yours.  The panic had fallen from his face.  In its place was a calm sense of assurance- some kind of understanding.  He knew what you were about to do.  He trusted you.

Spencer raised his hands, crafting the image of surrender.  Jason’s attention was on him, now.  He stepped back slowly, heading towards the exit of your office and giving you the space you would need to execute your plan.  You knelt behind your desk.

“Look, this is probably some sort of misunderstanding,” Spencer moved back, “I’ll just go, and-”

“Bullshit.  I’m gonna give you the same deal, asshole.  Tell me where Missy is or I’ll fucking kill you.”

“That’s not going to happen.”

The next few seconds passed like centuries.  

Jason crossed the room, leaned forward, and knocked Spencer to the ground.  Back behind your desk, your hands wrapped around the solid metal body of your typewriter.  You lifted it, crossing the room the same way Jason had.  As he pulled back, preparing to hit Spencer again, you brought the corner of the typewriter down against his skull.

Jason collapsed to the floor.  Blood spilled from his newly acquired head wound.  You kicked him off of Spencer and let the typewriter fall to the ground.  You fell to the floor after it.

You and Spencer stared at each other for a moment.  Your eyes were wide, lips parted slightly.  Your breath came hard and fast, and your hands shook slightly.  Spencer was in the same condition, breathing hard with his hand pressed to his stomach.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice strained.

You nodded, crawling closer toward him, dragging your knees against the floor, “I’m okay.  Are- are you okay?”

“I’m-” his eyes rolled back.  His hand fell away from his torso.  His clothes were stained red.

Spencer was not okay.

“No, no, no, no-” your voice began as a whisper, growing in volume as you wrapped an arm around Spencer, holding him up as you placed a hand over his wound.  You could feel his blood pooling beneath your skin, staining your flesh red.  

Spencer raised his hand to cover yours.

“I’m fine,” he murmured, blinking hard, “I promise, I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not fine, you’ve been stabbed,” you looked out the door, desperate for a passerby to go and get help.  You saw no one.

“Shit,” you gasped out, pressing down harder, “Shit, shit, I’m sorry.  Spencer, I’m so sorry.  I didn’t mean for this to happen, I didn’t- I didn’t think, I-”

“Hey,” he tried to reassure you, “It’s okay.  You couldn’t have known this would happen.  I’m gonna be okay.”

“Are you?” 

He nodded, “He didn’t hit anything vital- and this isn’t even the worst injury I’ve had.  Did you know I’ve been shot three times?”

“What!?” you turned to face Spencer so quickly he almost thought he heard your neck snap.  You felt a familiar heat behind your eyes as tears began to pool.

“Yeah, once in the knee, once in the arm, and once in the neck.”

“You were shot in the neck!?”

Tears were slipping down your cheeks now.  Spencer, who had been the picture of calm until this point, began to panic.

“Hey, hey, don’t cry- please don’t cry,” he begged, and you assumed he would hit you with some statistic about tears, but instead he told you, in an almost broken voice, “I hate making you cry.”

“Okay,” you tried not to sob, “Okay.  I’m sorry.”

He wrapped his hand around yours, tracing meaningless patterns into your skin with the tips of his fingers.

“Don’t be sorry.  Everything’s going to be okay.”

You tried to believe him.  You wanted to believe him.  His blood burned beneath your hand.  

“Okay,” you whispered, “Everything’s gonna be okay.”

A smile crossed his face.  His lips were chapped.  There were dark bags under his eyes, but those were always there.  

“You’re really pretty, did you know that?”

Was he- was he hitting on you while he bled out?  You couldn’t help but grin back at him, your smile crept over your features as you shook your head.

“I think you’re just suffering from blood loss, Doctor Reid.”

He said nothing, but you could see him relax a little.  You could feel his breath come a little easier.  There were voices down the hallway.

“Fuck, that’s the paramedics,” you leaned out the door a little, calling for help.

“Hey, (Y/N),” Spencer sounded weak, and it terrified you, “I need you to do me a favour.”

You looked down at him, trying to keep the panic out of your voice, “Anything.

“Call Garcia and let her know I’m okay.  She’s gonna know I’m going to the hospital, and she’s gonna let the team know, and then everyone’s gonna panic-”

“They SHOULD panic.  You just got STABBED.”

“(Y/N), there is a non-zero chance that they’ll come here.  On the jet.  The jet that you hate.”

You let out a sound that fell somewhere between a laugh and a sob, “Maybe they should come here on the jet that I hate.”

“I promise, they don’t need to.  I’m gonna be fine.”

You took a shuddering breath, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth, “Do you promise?”

“I promise.”

Without thinking about it, you leaned forward and lightly brushed your lips against Spencer’s temple.  His eyes widened, and his lips parted, but he had no time to say anything.  The paramedics had arrived.  Reid would be okay. Would you?

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Built for Love Part 8 (MBJ x Famous Black OC)

A/N: Ummm this chapter has a little bit of everything... Family, fluff, a bit of smut, slight angst. It also has a time jump because we gotta keep shit movingggg. And I could write 100 chapters of fluff with these two butttt we're here for the drama! lol Also another gif that has nothing to do with anything LOL But I imagine this is what our girl wakes up to every day and I love that for her

Warnings: brief mentions of DV

“So Charlie, are you excited to be back on the stage?” Michael’s mom asked as they settled around Michael’s dining room table for dinner.

Though it was a small affair, the table was weighed down by Donna’s decadent and delicious cooking, his mom cooking both he and Charlotte’s favorites for their goodbye dinner. Once his father had said grace, initial conversations had given way to the sounds of forks and spoons clinking against china as everyone passed dishes and savored Donna’s cooking. Though Michael’s family was used to it, Charlotte’s were too busy stuffing their faces to be much conversationalists.  

Her face had been drawn up in a bright smile since her brother, Lauren, and Jazz arrived. The tone around the table was a bittersweet one, joy for Charlotte and this opportunity everyone knew she deserved and needed, but melancholy at having two staples of their respective communities gone, even if it was only a temporary absence. 

Between the press tour and preparing to leave, the time had flown by and the move that once seemed so far away was hurtling toward them like a high speed train. Charlotte still found herself shocked that Michael was willing to move with her. As the date inched closer and closer, she half expected him to find an excuse not to accompany her. But that never materialized. Instead, he took it upon himself to do all of the planning. Time to find an apartment? Already done and vetted by Michael. Furnish the place? Interior decorator was already on it with images of both of their homes to capture their respective styles. All day, every day, he sent her restaurants and places he wanted to try, some Charlotte had been to and some she hadn’t, or asked her about her favorite spots to add to the list. His excitement was contagious, which counteracted the stress, dread, and anxiety Charlotte felt. For him, this was just the first of many adventures with the woman he loved. For her, it was returning home after running away. And that was never easy.   

“Yea I really am. It’ll be an adjustment for sure. Next two months’ll be crazy. But I… really missed it. I’m coming in a few weeks behind in rehearsals but it’ll be good to be back.” 

Michael’s hand, which had rested on her thigh since they sat down, squeezed gently to reassure her, soothing her anxiety. 

“Only on the choreo. This girl could perform the show and songs forward and backwards right now if she wanted.” 

Charlotte smiled. “He might be right about that. But the choreo is the harder part for me anyway.” 

“Yea the girl was born with every talent but rhythm,” Jackson called down the table causing everyone to laugh, Charlotte leaning behind Michael’s chair to flip him off without everyone seeing. 

“He never gives her credit. Charlie is a great dancer,” Lauren chimed in, not allowing her husband to joke at her best friend’s expense. “Remember the spring production of Oklahoma our freshman year??” 

Charlotte groaned. “Ugh don’t remind me! Some of the worst weeks of my life.”

“What happened?” Michael asked. 

“There was a nasty norovirus going around campus and Charlie, one of the only freshmen in Juilliard history to play the coveted lead of a spring production, caught it the second day of rehearsals. Was out for two weeks. The director planned on bumping up her understudy.” 

“A senior who despised me and was probably hoping the virus would kill me,” she laughed. “Director said there was noooooo way I could learn the staging and choreo in the two remaining weeks before opening night,” Charlotte interjected, rolling her eyes. “He was just worried he took a chance on a freshman only for her to crash and burn.” 

“Since I was dancing in the production, I could record rehearsals. Charlotte watched every rehearsal, learning every move, lyric, and note while she was sick. Sis showed up once she was cleared by the doctor and you wouldn’t have even known she missed two weeks of rehearsals. She looked and sounded better than some folks who’d been to every rehearsal.”

“Messed up one or two steps,” she admitted. “But nothing that couldn’t be fixed in the time we had left.”

“How’d you manage that?” 

She shrugged. “I just rehearsed and slept in between trips to the bathroom,” she laughed. “My doctor thought I was completely insane but as they say, ‘the show must go on.’” 

“Will you have enough tickets for us all to come to opening night or do we need to come at a different time?” Jackson asked.

“I definitely can get everyone tickets for previews, those start mid February. Not sure how many I can snag for opening night though.” 

“What are previews?” Michael’s dad asked. 

“Oh, sort of a test run? Just an opportunity to perform the show to audiences before the official opening night. Gives you a chance to work out issues and fix things before critics review it. The show ran off-Broadway first so our previews are only a couple weeks. So we have a month and a half of true rehearsals and then previews and then the show premieres March 1.” 

“And how long are you all gonna be there again?” 

“In total? 8 months I guess with rehearsals? I only signed on to be on the cast for six months though… March to September.” 

“Knowing you, you’ll extend it,” Jackson offered with a knowing smile.

Charlotte shook her head. “I dunno. Chris would love that. But doing 8 shows a week for six months is a lot. And gets old after a while,” she admitted. “Maybe I’d do a different show, but I'll probably come back here. I promised Chris six months so that’s all I’m committing to.” 

Everyone nodded in understanding, the conversation drifting away from Charlie and to separate topics. Charlie glanced around the table, a soft content smile on her face as she watched the two groups interact. It was not just each family chatting off to themselves. Lauren and Michael’s mom and sister were deep in a conversation about the struggles of parenting young children; Michael’s brother and Jackson were arguing about the Lakers vs the Clippers; and Jazz and Michael were deeply enthralled in a story told by Michael Sr. And everyone seemed genuinely happy to be there and interact. This was their first time truly combining the groups but she thought it boded well for when they all met the rest of her immediate family on the East Coast. If Jazz, Lauren, and Jackson liked them and fit in, the rest of her family would too. 

As dinner winded down, Charlotte stood up from the table to bring out dessert. Michael offered a soft peck to the inside of her wrist, which she returned with one to the top of his head, before she grabbed his plate to take into the kitchen. She hummed to herself as she loaded the dishwasher and pulled out the cake his mom prepared earlier that day. It was Michael’s favorite, her rum cake. Charlie could not deny it was one of the best cakes she had ever tasted, hers included. 

As she moved the cake to the island, she lost her balance on her heels, almost falling. She was able to sit the cake down quickly, it wobbled slightly in its glass case but remained unharmed despite her clumsiness. 

“There you go, tripping over air,” she cursed herself, annoyed and thankful she had not destroyed his mother’s cake. As she moved the holder on the island, a wave of deja vu hit her, a vision of a cake and cake holder smashing to the ground filling her brain. She paused, studying the glass cake stand, her stiletto-shaped nails gliding over it gently. Just as quickly as it appeared, it vanished, the memory too foggy and distant to make sense of. During most of her deja-vu moments or flashbacks, the memories hit her like she was being forced in front of a movie screen. But as much as she racked her brain, she couldn't think of anything related to this moment.

“You ok, dear?” Donna’s soft voice interrupted Charlotte as she zoomed through the Rolodex of memories in her mind.

“Hm? Oh yea, I’m ok,” Charlotte answered, glancing up. she noticed the plates in the woman’s hands before abandoning her thoughts and grabbing them from her. “Let me get those.” 

“Thank you, dear. Your family is lovely. They fit right in,” Donna offered as she moved to grab a knife and small plates for dessert. 

Charlotte smiled, “Thanks. I’m excited for all of you to meet the rest of them. Everyone else is fairly tame in comparison,” she joked. 

As she loaded their dishwasher, she glanced at his mom. 

“This was all delicious, thank you. Thank God he picked up your cooking skills or else we’d starve in New York.”

The older woman laughed. “Well anytime you want to learn, you let me know. Though I think you’d give me a run for my money with those desserts of yours.” 

Charlotte could not help but beam a bit at her compliment. 

Charlotte dried her hands on a dish towel, anxiously twisting the soft fabric in her hands and chewing on her lip as she watched his mom. 

“I hope you don’t mind…” she started, pausing as the older woman looked at her with confusion. “M-Me stealing him away for a while. I’m honestly still a bit surprised he wanted to do this at all. But I know it’s probably hard when he’s gone for a long time. I feel kinda bad?” She admitted quietly. “I know he’s gonna miss you guys so much.” She stared at the wall that blocked Michael and everyone at the table from their vision, her face falling a bit as she felt the guilt of pulling him away from his family and community in LA. Even though he offered, she could not help but question whether she should have accepted it, accepted taking him away from his family like this.

“If I may?” Donna’s hands wrapped around Charlotte’s, halting her anxious movements and towel twisting. “I know it hasn’t been that long but I’ve never seen my son as happy as he is with you. One thing you should never doubt is how much that man in there adores you. I dare say he would try to move a mountain if he thought it’d bring you joy. You should never feel bad for accepting the manifestations of his love and commitment. Because I dare say, this is just the beginning.”  

Charlotte felt a tear start to fall, not from sadness but from the love, grace, and compassion his mother always showed her. From the moment they first met to today, she never acted like those dreaded mother-in-laws her married friends moaned about. Charlotte’s mother would not be considered a constant presence in her life, a rarity at best. And through everything she had been through, the one thing she had always hoped for but never had was a mom. Michael’s mom did not know about her mom’s absence but she seemed to recognize it was something Charlie still needed, a mother’s love, support, grace, and word of wisdom. And she offered it in droves. 

“T-thank you,” she whispered, whisking the tears away just as Michael rounded the corner to check on them. 

“Hey, you two alright?” 

“Yes of course, baby.” Her face immediately brightened as he entered the room, not even just to hide her and his mom’s emotional moment but just from his presence. “Just hounding your mom for this amazing rum cake recipe so I can make it for you in New York…” 

“But… I told her she’s gotta be officially in the family first for me to share it. So get to it,” she whispered to Bakari with a sly smile and a peck on the cheek as she returned to the dining room with the rest of the family. 

“Damn, she’s not subtle at all, is she?” he asked as he grabbed the cake while Charlotte grabbed the plates his mom pulled out. 

Charlotte laughed, patting him on the chest as she passed him to return to the dining room. “No, definitely not.”

***

Their moans created an orchestra filling his bedroom as Michael kept Charlotte’s eyes trained on his as he fucked her slow and deep. 

They rarely had sex in missionary these days, both of them finding other positions far more interesting and fun. However, when they were both in the mood for something slower and more sensual, missionary hit the spot for both of them. It offered them something deeper than pure pleasure. It was an intimacy and comfort they both needed for their last night in Michael’s bed for a while. 

Looking into each other’s eyes was a meeting of the minds, beyond merely connecting with their bodies, they connected with their souls. They saw all of each other, all of the excitement, anxiety, joy, and fear of what tomorrow would hold for them. And every moment, every movement and touch between them was an effort to honor those feelings. Every touch and whispered adoration told the other that they were here and they were ready for everything the universe had in store for them. 

There would be time for fast and wild later. Tonight, they were just cherishing the moment and each other before their first real adventure as a couple began. 

“J-Just li-like that. F-Fuck, I-I love you,” she moaned, having already lost count of her orgasms as Michael pushed her to the edge of another one. 

She could tell he was close as he picked up the pace a bit. Her hips rocked slightly to meet his, her core pulsing and tightening around him causing a primitive moan to escape him. 

It only took a moment for him to fill her before he rolled off of her. 

“You good?” He asked, a question he usually asked when they finished up, whether the session was slow and sensual or had her doing acrobatics. And the answer was always in the same vein: she was more than good.

“Excellent. I could fall asleep j-just like this,” she yawned, knowing that her sleep after sex was always elite, Michael tiring her out to the point where she could not do much else. However, before she did, she got up to go to the bathroom, Michael talking to her as she groped her way through the darkness of his room. 

“You ready for tomorrow?” He asked as he found his briefs to slide on and climb back into bed. 

“As ready as I’ll ever be, I guess,” she called back. “You sure you still wanna come? Not too late to back out. Well, we signed a lease, on a way too expensive apartment, I might add… so it’s a bit late. But you could still do it.” 

Though her tone had the intent of a joke, Michael could still hear it, her hesitation and fear that let him know she was still concerned he would abandon her. He knew she would not truly believe him until they were moved in and settled but he was genuinely excited to go with her. Not just to support her and provide her with some sense of safety while she was there, but to witness this next stage in her career. This was her dream and he saw no better use of his time than watching her fulfill it. He knew why she was hesitant, they had only been dating for mere months. However, when he looked at Charlotte, he saw a perfect glittering gold path to a future he had never given much thought to because he had always been too focused on the hustle, a marriage and a family like the one his parents had built. To him, this was one step down that path and he would never regret taking it. Part of him was annoyed he would have to return to LA in June for another project before her time in New York ended but he decided he would savor the initial six months of uninterrupted time together. 

“You ain’t gettin’ rid of me that easy, honey bee. And after living with me in New York, maybe that’ll convince you to move in with me when we get back?” He asked as she washed her hands. 

She poked her head out into the room to look at him, finding that his face matched the seriousness of his tone and words.

“What? Y-You want me to move in? Here?” 

He continued to surprise her with his level of commitment and dedication overall. However, just as she was about to doubt he truly meant it, his mother’s words floated back to her mind. 

"Well, it wouldn't be here forever. Just till we found a new spot… something that's ours," he emphasized. “We’re gonna live together for at least 6 months in New York… if it works out and you don’t absolutely hate me by the end,” he joked, “Why not? What? You don’t think we should?"

She shrugged as she climbed back into his bed. “No, no, I’m not saying that at all. I mean I basically live here as it is,” she admitted. “I g-guess I just didn’t think about what living together in New York would mean for when we got back? Of course, you thought of it though. You think ahead and have a plan for everything.” 

Michael was glad she could not see his face as she settled against his chest. She truly had no idea how far ahead his planning went when it came to her. 

“Well, I just know what I want and I don’t believe in wasting time. But I’m not sayin’ you gotta decide now or anything. Let’s see how New York goes. I just wanted to see if you’d be interested in it.” 

“Yea, I’m interested.”

He nodded. “Now are you gonna tell me what you and my momma were talking about earlier? You looked upset?” 

Charlotte chuckled, she turned over so her chest was against his, her ear pressed against his chest. The light thumps of his heart filled her ear like a soothing drumbeat. “I should’ve known you weren’t gonna let that go… I wasn’t upset. She j-just said something I needed to hear.” 

She felt his lips press against the top of her head, her eyes falling closed for a moment. She appreciated that he did not press any further for information. 

“Yea, I don't know how she does that. It's kinda creepy, honestly… that mother's intuition."

“Yea, its like she sees into your soul or something." Her last words turned into a mumble as she yawned and her eyes fell closed.

All Michael could do was chuckle before kissing her forehead and falling asleep himself, her gentle snores filling his ears.

***

Charlotte glanced out of the floor-to-ceiling window of their new apartment on the edge of the Upper West Side. It was as beautiful and pristine as the pictures Michael had shown her. They were high enough to have a great view of the city from their balcony. It was in the perfect location too for work and there was so much around for her and Michael to do. The furnishings were perfect, the exact mix of her and Michael’s individual interior style. She knew he hired a designer but it was clear the person knew their shit. The house already felt warm, cozy, and safe, all the things Charlotte needed, and they had only been in it for an hour.

“What are you thinking?” He asked from the couch as he scrolled through his phone, both of them avoiding the dreaded unpacking they had to do. 

“I’m thinking about my crappy little studio apartment when I first graduated… and my two bedroom with one of my college friends for those few months…” she paused, that apartment was a graveyard of bad memories. “Before I moved. I’ve j-just come up in the world, I guess.” 

Bakari beckoned her to him, the young woman leaving her perch against the window to join him. The moment she was in arm’s length, he gently pulled her down onto his lap, Charlotte nestling into him with ease. 

“This place is insane, Bakari. I mean I love it but I still think it’s too much,” she remarked, she raised her hands as if to surrender, knowing she was bringing up a touchy subject for them both. 

“Aht aht. We came to an agreement on that,” he lightly kissed her bare shoulder. 

She nodded, neither of them wanting to fall back into their first true argument of their relationship a few months earlier. 

“So what do you think?” 

Charlotte laughed. “I think I could fit 5 or 6 of my first apartment in that place,” she gestured toward his laptop as he flipped through photos of a high-rise three-bedroom apartment. “I mean it’s gorgeous but I don’t think I can afford it.” 

“Yea but I can. It’s perfect. Really solid security, there’s only one apartment on each floor so it’s pretty private. And it's only 15 minutes from the theaters so when you finish up evening shows, it’s not a long drive. It’s perfect for us. Don’t think about the cost. Do you like it?” 

“Yes, I love it but,” she chuckled. “Creed was my first real check in two years, babe. And I still gotta pay for my apartment here. I don’t really have the luxury of not thinking about the cost of things.” 

“Ok but I’m sayin’ you don’t have to think about it cause I got it.” 

“Well how much do you want me to contribute a month? If we go 50/50, it would be tight but I could swing it then, I guess.”

Michael rolled his eyes. “ I wasn’t expecting you to contribute anything. We ain’t roommates, Els.”  

She shook her head, pushing off of the couch to pace in his living room, her annoyance officially rising. Finances continued to be a touchy subject for the pair. However, usually, Charlotte only put up so much of a fight before she gave in. But she could not give in on this, not today. 

“It’s one thing for you to always pay for dinners and shit like that but you can’t pay all of our rent while we’re there. That’s ridiculous.” 

“Why can’t I?” He asked, his tone signaling that he did not understand the seriousness of the conversation for Charlotte in the slightest. He still did not quite understand her hang up with finances. He knew it was part of the cycle of abuse but he had no problem spending money on her if need be. She had only just stopped fighting him on paying for dates. Though he was not the type of celebrity who blew all of his money on frivolous things, Michael also did not pretend money was a significant consideration in his decisions because it just wasn’t. And he would never apologize for wanting to spend his money on her, for wanting to support her. 

“B-Because I…” Charlotte stopped herself from finishing the sentence, Don’t want you to be able to control me that way. But she knew that was not his way.“T-then it’s y-your house a-and not mine. I-I would just feel more comfortable i-if you let me contribute something. L-Let me pay for half? Besides, you’re gonna be in LA sometimes, full time in the summer. You shouldn’t pay the full amount every month like you’re gonna be there the whole time.”

“It’s really not that big of a deal, Charlotte. I don’t need your money and I don’t want it.” His tone signaled that he hoped to get the final word in and end the discussion.

She could not help but feel frustrated like he was not hearing her. But she understood why he did not see this situation through her eyes. “I-It’s not about you n-needing it!” She cried out, Michael suddenly realizing her unexpected outburst meant more simmered beneath the surface than her just wanting to contribute. She took a deep breath, not wanting to start an argument with him. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. It’s just…” 

He rubbed her shoulders and nodded, “Ok just breath for a second, babe. I’m sorry, I didn’t realize it would bother you this much. I just.. I wanted you to have a serene, safe place to live and work while you’re there a-and I wasn’t gonna ask you to pay because money wasn’t a factor when I chose it. I just want you to be comfortable while we’re there.”

She sighed and rubbed her forehead. She knew she shouldn’t push him on the finances piece so much. But she refused to ever let a man hold her livelihood over her head again. Where she laid her head was important and even though she stayed at Michael’s most of the time, she could at least retreat to her home if she ever needed it. She did not want the only place she had to lay her head to be not in her control at all. 

“Look, I-I appreciate it. That place is beautiful a-and perfect. I love it, truly. But… t-this is the first time I’m living with a guy since Shaun a-and the a-amount of times he held t-the fact that it w-was his h-house instead of mine o-over me…” she exhaled deeply as if she could release the memories into the air with her breath. “I-If I d-don’t contribute something then it’ll be your house and not ours. I k-know you don’t need it o-or want it. But I need it. I need it to feel like I have an equal claim to it. Please.”

At that, Michael decided not to push any further. He understood her triggers were real and legitimate and if it gave her a sense of autonomy and control to pay him, he would not let his ego get in the way of that. 

“Understood. I’m sorry,” he kissed her cheek. “I didn’t think about that. This’ll be our home and I want you to feel like it. How about you deal with all the utilities and I get the rent?”

She could not help but laugh a bit at his “compromise.” “Those things aren’t comparable at all, babe,” she muttered. 

“Monetarily? Nah. But what’s the point of an apartment without lights, wifi, gas, water?” he listed. “All of those are necessities too and without them, this would be a pretty terrible apartment.” 

They squared off for a moment before she nodded, realizing he budged about as far as he was willing to on the subject. 

“Deal.” 

“Deal.” 

“We came to an agreement, yes. But don’t think for a second I like it. Anytime you wanna accept that 50/50 split, let me know.” 

Michael gave her a peck on the nose. 

“Not gonna happen. Let me treat you to this one thing, baby. But what could happen is us christening some of this furniture?” His eyebrow raised suggestively, his intentions clear in his words. 

Charlotte smiled slyly. “I like the sound of that… if we start with the counter.” 

***

“Charlotte. Baby. Stop eating your breakfast like it’s a drive by. Sit, relax, and eat. You got plenty of time. Don’t have to be there for another hour.” 

Charlotte nearly catapulted out of bed that morning, a wrecking ball of nervous energy flitting around their apartment. Michael did not know how she was moving so quickly and chaotically, since all she did was toss and turn the night before. And as soon as the Sun was up, she was out of bed and out on a run through the neighborhood. And when she returned, their bed quickly turned into a wreckage of clothes, the young woman changing her outfit no less than 10 times. 

“Did you get any sleep last night?” Michael asked as Charlotte forced herself to sit at the island and eat Michael’s apple cinnamon pancakes, her favorite, and a couple pieces of bacon. Though this was her favorite breakfast meal, she found it difficult to eat, believing her time would be better served practicing or running her lines again rather than just sitting there. 

She scratched her head as she stuffed her face quickly, her eyes zooming across her sheet music. “Couple hours. Lots of tossing and turning before I just gave up and reviewed the music again.” 

Michael laughed, “You know every song by heart, even the ones that aren’t yours. You’re gonna be great today.”

She shrugged. “I don’t feel like it.” She glanced at her watch and bit her lip before abandoning her half eaten breakfast. “Thanks for this, Bakari, but I think I should go practice the songs one more time. The run in the Act I closer is fuckin’ killing me. I can’t get it just right a-and if Chris has us practice that part today, I don’t want to look stupid.” She paused her ranting to practice the chorus and run right there as she paced by the counter. She sounded flawless in Michael’s opinion but he could tell she hated it the way her whole face scrunched up in frustration. “See? Can’t get it. But you know… maybe I should practice my ballad first though… it would make sense he’d want to start there since it’s earlier in the show. Do I have time to do both…” She was no longer talking to Michael, only rambling and muttering to herself as her questions about which song to use her precious last few minutes to practice started to become inter spliced with actual lyrics from the songs as she studied the music while she walked through their home. “Babe! Have you seen my script?? Maybe I should  run through all my lines for Act 1?” She checked her watch. “I s-should’ve used the time last night to do that. UGH.”  

Her incoherent stream of consciousness and half singing were interrupted by Michael who put himself in the path of Hurricane Charlotte and their bedroom. Her favorite room to practice in was the bathroom because the acoustics were the best in the house. Imagine his confusion and slight amusement when, the first thing she did when they arrived after throwing her bags down, she started singing her ballad in every single room to test the sound quality before deciding the bathroom was the best option. 

It had not been 24 hours yet and he already learned one critical thing about her: she was a perfectionist chaotic nutcase. He had never seen this “behind the scenes” look into her process and work ethic. When they worked on Creed, she showed up to set every day the picture of an actor, in the zone, focused, and ready to work. He had never seen what it took to get to that picture and it was a perfect frenzy that he could not hope to understand or follow if he tried. 

And still, he found that her perfectionist nature that drove all the practice and ramblings only made him fall deeper in love with her. He imagined this is what he looked like to his friends and family when he was prepping for a role, so much energy and time spent to become someone else and embody their souls and personas. So much attention to detail and time rehearsing to give each moment in front of the camera your all. This was so much like that, and yet so much harder because Charlotte could not just yell cut to redo something. Every night she got on that stage, she had one opportunity to show her talent at its fullest. He could completely understand why she pushed herself as hard as she did. 

“Honeybee… you gotta calm down. No more practicing,” he grabbed the sheet music out of her hand, Charlotte offering mild protests as he walked to her bag and slid them inside, secretly adding a little card of his own. “You still have weeks of rehearsals. Keep doing this and you’ll lose your voice,” he warned, his lips twitching from the laugh he forced himself to stifle at the look of objective horror on her face, as if she had never even considered that was a possibility. But he imagined for her, losing her voice was the worst type of illness she could have. “Exactly. Rest the vocals for a bit. Sit, finish your breakfast and we’ll drive to the theater together.” 

With his hands on her hips, he steered her back to the island for the third time that morning and watched her sit down to resume eating, this time far slower and more measured. 

“You don’t gotta take me like a child headed to kindergarten for the first day, dad,” she bemused with a soft smile. “I’ll be good.” 

“I know I don’t have to, but I want to.” 

She nodded, talk of Michael’s plans for the day filled the rest of breakfast before she grabbed her bag, filled with her script, sheet music, and mid-day snack. Michael had to stop her from triple checking her bag before he slid a perfectly made chai in her hands and ushered her out the door. 

He kept his hand on hers as their driver took them the short ride to Abernathy Theater. She had not told Michael but she had performed in this very theater in her very first Broadway production out of college. It felt like a full circle moment to be back there. 

“Ok, this is it, babe. You got this,” he kissed her on the lips. “Can’t wait to hear all about it tonight.” 

“Thanks, love. See you tonight.” She took a deep breath before gathering her things and exiting the car. 

Charlotte glanced back at the black car before she opened the theater door, the window rolled down, to find Michael giving her a thumbs up as if he knew she would need an extra push to walk through the door. She knew her nerves were somewhat foolish. She had spent the better part of her life in theaters and on the stage. And yet, she still felt like a fish outta water. So much time had passed, so much life had happened. Chris thought she still had what it took but would everyone else? She had given up this dream. And though she had never admitted this out loud, she felt so much shame for how easily she had casted it aside and resigned to leaving it to die behind her. As she walked through the theater, her first time in one in over two years, she questioned whether she even deserved this second chance at it after she had squandered the first one, regardless of her reasoning for doing so. 

But now as she walked through the theater, taking in the opulence of the insanely tall ceilings and their perfectly preserved murals, the dazzling gold arches and trims, and the sea of ruby-colored seats, she knew one fact to be true. No one and nothing would tear her away from this dream this time. She had breathed new life into it and she would not lose it again.

“Charlotte!” 

Her visual survey was interrupted by Chris who waved at her from the stage. She smiled and made quick work of making her way to the stage where he waited.

“It’s so good to see you,” he mused, pulling her into a tight hug. “The rest of the cast is trickling in. But I wanted to show you around personally and introduce you to everyone. I’ll take you backstage.”  

He looped his arm around hers and led her backstage, the two laughing and chatting like old friends as he took her around and introduced her to everyone. He was showing her her dressing room when a familiar man’s voice filled her ears. 

“The prodigal daughter of Broadway returns… You know I took bets on when you’d be back.” 

Charlotte whipped around to find Malcolm Roberts, one of her costars, leaning against the doorway, his usual sly smirk etched on his face. 

She sauntered up to him, a similar smirk falling on her face. “And? Is the Tony award winning Malcolm Roberts poorer or richer these days?” 

“Richer…” At her surprised expression, he shrugged. “I learned a long time ago to always bet on you.” 

She laughed and immediately pulled him into a tight hug, the man lifting her feet slightly off the ground. 

“It’s so good to see you. I owe you dinner so you can catch me up on everything,” he said as they hugged. “You look amazing, still as gorgeous as ever.”  

Malcolm had been in her last production before she moved. She followed his career after leaving theater and his star had only risen higher and higher, as he deserved. And now, he would be playing directly alongside her and she couldn’t have been more pleased. If there was one person she trusted undoubtedly to act alongside, besides Michael, it would be Malcolm. 

“Thank you! Should’ve known Chris would call in the heavyweight champ,” she laughed. 

He merely shrugged. “A friend calls and I answer. That's how he got you outta hibernation too?” He asked as they walked to the practice room for rehearsal, their banter drowned out by the hustle and bustle of the team as they worked to build the set and gathered props around them. 

 “Naturally. One day you’ll have to tell us how you convince everyone to do whatever you want?” Charlotte told Chris who merely smiled slyly. 

“Win me another Tony and I’ll tell all my secrets.” 

The two actors glanced at each other and rolled their eyes. “As if you need anymore!” 

“Does your house even have room for another one and that big head of yours?” Malcolm teased as Charlotte snorted. 

“Well, my partner says I can’t convert the kids’ room to a trophy room. So I guess when you two are done sweeping, I’ll have to buy a new house.” He winked at the both of them before grabbing his assistant director to chat, leaving Malcolm and Charlotte alone. 

“How was the move?” He asked as he interlaced his arm with Charlotte’s as they walked. 

“Oh totally fine. Michael took care of everything, of course. All I did was say yes or no.” 

“Ah yes, the new boyfriend, aka my wife and sister’s celebrity crush. Remind me never to invite the two of you over for dinner?” Charlotte let out a deep belly laugh. “But I’m glad to hear it. Looks like you found yourself a good one?” 

“Yea… I think I did.” 

She raised her eyebrow as he stopped walking to study her for a moment, his face drawn up in a look of pride and something else she could not place. Understanding? Knowing? She could not read it. However, before she could ask him, he merely patted her hand, which rested on his arm and said, “Well no one deserves that more than you.” 

Before she could inquire more, they arrived at their rehearsal space, each of them settling into their spots. Chris did quick work of introducing Charlotte to everyone else who she hadn’t met and embarrassing her with his praise. She was thankful when it was all over and everyone started to pull out their scripts and sheet music to run through Act I. 

As she pulled out her materials, a small card fell out of the stack and onto the table. She picked it up and examined the card, Honey Bee written out on the front in Michael’s handwriting. She half listened to Chris share notes and information from the last rehearsal as she slid the stationary out of its envelope. 

I would say good luck but I know you don’t need it. You’re gonna kill it, as you always do, and remind everyone there today and in this world, who you are. Take a deep breath and remember you, not only deserve this moment but, you were made for it.

Love, 

Your biggest fan  

If she had not been in a room filled with people, she would have bursted into tears. She slid the note back in her bag after reading it once more and taking the deep breath he instructed her to. She grabbed her phone as the cast started the table read and sent a quick but simple text. 

Thank you ♥️♥️

She knew she did not need to elaborate and that he would recognize the meaning. Not a whole minute passed before her phone buzzed with a similar simplistic response. 

Anytime. 

***

A month later

“Oof, that’s it. That’s the right spot,” Charlotte moaned as Michael massaged her aching limbs. “You got the magic touch, baby.” Her eyes lulled closed as he did the Lord’s work, kneading and massaging the tense spots on her legs and back after another long day of rehearsals. "First show is in two days and I can barely feel my legs.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying it.” He placed a soft kiss to the top of her spine before continuing his work. 

Though Charlotte did not mind the quiet, the silence that settled over them both as he worked, she found it odd. Most evenings, she and Michael never stopped talking, the pair catching the other up on any and everything from the moment she walked into the door until the moment they fell asleep. However, today, Michael’s head seemed to be elsewhere. 

“You ok?” She inquired. 

“Y-Yea, yea. I’m good.” 

She laughed. “I know you well enough to know when you’re good, Bakari. What’s wrong?” She gestured for him to move so she could sit up. She slid her robe over her nude body and slid into his lap.

“I just had an interesting call with Ryan today.” 

“Oh? Got another project for you?” 

“Actually, yea.” 

She motioned for more details, unsure why he was being so coy and secretive. “Ok… you gotta give me more than that, babe. What’s the role? And why are you acting like he threatened to kill you?” 

“It’s a Marvel project.” 

Her eyes immediately grew wide. She gracefully tumbled out of his lap and onto her knees, excitement filling her previously lethargic body. While she had only just started to get into anime thanks to Michael, both of them bonded over their love for comics. Growing up with her brother, she and Jackson spent far too much time in the comic book store and she made a point to see every Marvel movie that came out. 

“It’s Black Panther, isn’t it??” She squealed, her excitement radiating off of her. 

“How’d you guess that so fast??” 

She scoffed and smiled. “Marvel’s been talking to Black directors for months for that project. A-and Civil War is coming out soon with Chadwick. Ohh,” she shook his shoulders. “You HAVE to do it, baby.” 

He laughed, getting up to go into their in-suite bathroom. “You don’t even know what the role is, love.” 

She shrugged, following behind him with an extra pep in her step. She did not understand how he wasn’t more excited about this. 

“I mean I could sit here and go through all the Black Panther comic lore if you’d like and guess. But that’ll just make you horny,” she teased, knowing Michael got a little too excited when she put on her nerdy hat and talked comics. “And my legs hurt too much for acrobatics with you today. Why aren’t you excited? You said yes, right?? He wouldn’t’ve called unless the role was yours.” 

He pushed himself up to sit on the bathroom counter. “I want to say yes, the role is fantastic a-and his vision is spectacular. I s-spent the whole day reading up on the character and everything. It would be a game changer for sure.” 

“Of course it would. But I sense a but coming?” Her hands inched up his warm bare chest and wrapped around his neck as she stood between his legs. 

“I’d have to go back to LA for a couple days to screen test with Chad and a couple of the other confirmed actors, meet with the execs… and between Kevin Feige’s schedule, Ryan’s and Chadwick’s… only one week before like June works for everyone.” 

At the annoyed and guilty look on his face, Charlotte immediately understood. “Opening weekend of the show?” She prayed she was wrong but at the small nod, she let out a disgruntled sigh. 

“Yea. A-and I don’t want to miss that, Els. It’s such a big deal and I moved here to be all in on us and support you. I asked Ryan if we could find a different date or if we could do something out here instead but I dunno yet. I didn’t want to mention it because I didn’t want to disappoint you if it’s not a sure thing.” 

“Babe. I so appreciate you and that you even thought to consider me and the show before saying yes. But you can’t put your career on hold for me. This is the MCU, babe, I would miss opening night of my own show for Kevin Feige. You have to go.”

Michael’s jaw almost unhinged at her statement. That was not what he was expecting at all. And when he searched her face for a hint of disappointment or sadness, he failed to find any. Her joy for him was natural and authentic, not the forced type people give when they are trying to hide their own emotions. 

“What??” 

“I’m joking,” she amended but she quickly shook her head. “Actually I’m not. I would totally ditch schmoozing investors and the nausea of waiting for reviews for Marvel,” she laughed. “Seriously though, I’m gonna be doing 8 shows a week for months. You’ll see me on stage so many times, you’ll get sick of my voice and the show. You don’t have to be there opening night to support me. Honestly, I’d rather have you there the first night of previews in a couple days so you can see me on stage for the first time anyway. Opening night is only a big deal in that critics can finally review the show. And there’s a party for the cast and producers and investors and all that shit. You moved across the country to support me. That’s all I need.”

She walked back into their bedroom and grabbed his phone, her slippers shuffling lightly against the floor as she went.. She held it out to him. “Call Ryan.” 

“Babe… I just don’t feel right abandoning you on such a big night.” 

She tilted her head to study him. She found that she was not just saying those words because she knew she should not stop him from pursuing an opportunity. She actually meant it. Now that she was back in the swing of things, her anxiety had eased quite a bit. It had only been a few weeks but she had not seen or heard a peep out of Shaun, her promo for the show being reduced to one mention in a Broadway.com article, thankfully. And she knew she would have to handle a few days here and there without him before they got there. It was still early so she was still beyond thankful to have him there, but she could survive a couple days without him if he was needed elsewhere.   

“You aren’t abandoning me. You’re following your dreams, you’re moving your career forward. Ryan picked you, the role is yours. Meeting with the execs and a couple screen tests are the only hurdles you gotta clear. And you shouldn't put that off. Would I love to look out into that crowd and see you opening night, sure. But would I prefer to see you snag a killer role in what is already a highly anticipated project, 100%. I know you’ll be there in spirit.”

“You sure you aren’t gonna secretly hate me?” 

“I could never hate you. Besides, shit like this is gonna happen… we’re both two busy body ass actors. We aren’t always gonna be able to be there physically but I know you’ll be cheering me on as I will for you.” 

His phone still hovered in her hand between them, Charlotte giving him an cocky grin before unlocking it and finding Ryan’s number for him. 

“You sure?” 

“I’m giving you the push you gave me. Call him and tell him he’s got his Killmonger. Hopefully he doesn’t bust your fuckin’ ear drums like Chris did mine.” 

His eyes grew wide. “How’d you do that shit?? I never even said his name.” 

She chuckled as she turned to walk back into their room, her shoulders shrugged. “It was a lucky guess… that you just confirmed,” she smirked at him. “Now…” she sexily allowed her robe to open and slide off her shoulders, the silk fabric pooling to the floor around her feet. “Don’t stay on the phone with him too long.”

He raised an eyebrow suggestively, his thumb hovering over the call button. “I thought you were too tired?” 

She shrugged. “Consider it the last bit of encouragement you need to make that call.” She winked at him before sauntering off to their bed, delighting in the way his eyes followed her perfect ass as she climbed onto their bed. 

***

“Well, I think that part could use a bit more emotion from both of us?” Charlotte remarked as she and Malcolm reviewed their notes from earlier in the day. 

The stage was filled with chaos as many in the company practiced off to one side while the staging and lighting folks tried to get everything ready for their last rehearsal before previews started the next evening. Rebecca and Jonathan, the supporting actors in the play, were tucked in a corner just like Malcolm and Charlotte reviewing their lines. 

“For sure. We shouldn’t hold back. They haven’t seen or spoken to each other in years. All that pent up aggression and anger and hurt… it really should feel like something is simmering beneath the surface and then an explosion on stage before the number.” 

Before Charlotte could agree with him and practice a bit more, Chris’s voice grabbed their attention. 

“Heads up, everyone! So don’t hate me. But a lot of the investors can’t make previews tomorrow night but they want a peek before opening night so they asked if they could sit in on rehearsal after the producers’ meeting happening upstairs. Should be wrapping up in about 15 minutes. So we will have a small but mighty,” he emphasized, “Audience today. So everyone should give this their all and we’re gonna do it in our costumes. Go get changed. Sorry for the change of plans.”

Light mumbles and grumbles could be heard through the company as everyone filed back into their dressing rooms. Charlotte and Malcolm merely shared a smirk, the actor whispering to Charlotte, “The investors and producers say jump…” 

“And we say ‘how high?” she grimaced with an eye roll before shutting the door to her dressing room. This was the only part of her job she hated, schmoozing people whose only credentials for being there was the hefty check they wrote. Charlotte’s outfit was quick work, a simple dress, cardigan, and heels so it did not take long for her to change. 

She sang a few chords to herself, warming up her voice, while she waited for the backstage cue to return to the wings of the stage. When the lights flashed, she made her way to the wings, stopping by Malcolm who had his face drawn up in a grimace. She was thankful to find another actor who also hated the politics of it all. She followed his line of sight to the parted curtains, revealing center stage where Chris stood with a group of men in suits. They quickly reminded her of all of the men she met at Shaun's office parties and events, her distaste had not changed. Most of their backs were turned to them until Chris noticed the entire company was assembled and waiting and waved them over. 

“Let the jumping begin,” Malcolm moaned lightly as they all started walking toward the group of powerful and wealthy men. 

“And these are the stars of our show, Charlotte Bennett, Malcolm Roberts, Rebecca Sloan, and Jonathan Rivers,” Chris gestured toward all of them, the group turning around to greet them. 

However, the bright smile that Charlotte put on as she pulled on her dazzling actress persona immediately fell as her eyes locked with one of the men. Her movements halted, her entire body going cold and rigid as if someone had thrown a bucket of ice water on her. 

Everything around her went silent as if someone had pressed the mute button, she could not even hear her pounding heart in her ears. But she could feel it, beating against her rib cage as it threatened to burst out of her chest. She forgot where she was, who she was, as he offered her a menacing and knowing smirk. 

Instinctively, she took a step back, increasing the distance between them as the rest of the cast continued forward to introduce themselves. Only one person noticed her change in demeanor, her low, shallow breaths that were drowned out by pleasantries and greetings. 

Malcolm touched her shoulder, Charlotte almost jumping out of her skin with shock, finally taking her eyes off of a man she never expected to see here of all places, in her safe space. 

“You good? Look like you saw a ghost,” he chuckled nervously, though his eyes were filled with concern.

Her mouth felt bone dry, the words caught in her throat but she forced them out anyway. 

“No, no. Not a g-ghost. J-just…” she shook her head. “I… um, just need a minute? Tell C-Chris I’m r-running to the b-bathroom. N-not feeling great.” 

She turned and rushed out of the theater, her legs carrying her as fast as they could without breaking into an all out run until she found herself near a concession stand in the deserted lobby.  She needed as much distance as she could between herself and him. She stopped and leaned against the counter, her hand pressed into her chest as she tried to calm herself. She wondered if she would have rather seen an actual ghost. That would have been less terrifying than what awaited her back in that theater, a different monster haunting her from her past. 

Shaun Parker. 

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A/N: So good news… we got some fluff!! Bad news… some niggas we don't like have found their way back. Thanks for reading! *drops this off and runs away*

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[samaraannhan20]

Bucky Barnes imagine: Fate

Warnings: Barton!reader, mentions of torture from Bucky's past, allusions to smut

“Thanks Nat,” I say, walking through the door that she was holding open for me.

“No problem kiddo, looks like you have your hands full,” she says, eyeing everything that I am trying to hold onto without dropping. 

“Yeah. I came straight from work. I’m headed to Bucks. He doesn’t know I’m already here though, which is why he isn’t down here helping me. I was supposed to stop at my apartment first, but I just wanted to get here,” I tell her, and she laughs. 

“Understandable. I just got back from a run with Yelena and I’m heading to Steve’s. He also doesn’t know I’m already back,” she says, and I laugh.

“Just two girlfriends surprising their men,” I say with a smile, and then follow her into the elevator. She presses the buttons for the two different floors that they’re on, and we make small talk on our way up. 

“See you for lunch Friday!” I say as I walk out of the elevator first, leaving her behind in the elevator to go up one more floor. She waves goodbye, and I nod my head because my hands are too full to wave. I watch her laugh as the door closes and walk the remaining feet to Bucky’s door. When I get there I kick it gently with my foot a couple of times, and step back as I hear him walk towards the door. 

“Can you take something? I’ve lost feeling in my arm,” I say as soon as he opens the door, not even bothering to say hello. He laughs and takes my water bottle and the bag of food, before moving to hold the door open for me to walk in first. I walk in and drop everything that I was still holding, which was just my school bag and lunchbox, onto the couch. I turn towards him as he puts the food and my water down on the table, and he turns to me with a smile. 

“Hi doll,” he says as he walks to where I am standing, stopping just in front of me. 

“Hi honey,” I say, stepping to him and wrapping my arms around his waist and burying my head in his chest. 

“Hard day at school?” he asks after dropping a kiss on the top of my head, and I scoff.

“That doesn’t even begin to explain it. No one wanted to participate in music class today,” I say, and then pull away and walk over to the table and start pulling food out as I keep talking. “Kindergarten was the same as always, which wasn’t so bad. First grade was squirrely, but we got a good amount done. Second grade was the same as first, but we got a little less done. Third grade is where it all started going downhill.” 

“Oh no. That’s like the middle of the day,” he says, sitting down across from me, opening his container and grabbing his fork.

“Yep. They had the attention span of a goldfish today and we made it through one song twice before their time was over. Then it was lunch, but I had a student come in for help on a solo, so I didn’t even get to eat. Oh speaking of, I should put my lunch box in the fridge,” I say, and go to stand up, but Bucky reaches out and places his hand on top of mine. 

“Eat first. That’s more important,” he says, and I nod and pick up my fork again, taking a bite before speaking up again. 

“So then fifth grade came in, and while I was working with one voice part at the piano, some students from the other voice part came over and banged the keys on the side of the piano I wasn’t playing, which pissed me off, and then I yelled at them.”

“That seems fair though,” he says, and I chuckle. 

“I was much nicer than I should have been. Then fourth grade came in, and they were insane like normal. I wish I had them before lunch because they’re generally better before then. I had to make them run laps. They were so crazy, and  I honestly think that made things worse. But they were my last class, so it wasn’t so bad. I left as soon as the parking lot was empty,” I finish talking and take another bite of food. 

“That explains why you were so early. Did you stop at your apartment?”

“No. I got food and came over here. I don’t have school tomorrow anyway, so it's okay. Spring break couldn’t have come at a better time. But enough about me, how was your day?” I ask him, taking another bite. 

“Same as usual. I went for a run with Steve and Sam, trained with Nat and Yelena, and then came back here. I had therapy at 2, but then I was done.” 

“How was therapy?” I ask him, reaching out to take his hand across the table. 

“It was okay. She said I’m almost ready to be done.” 

“That’s amazing!” I exclaim, jumping up out of my seat and going around the table to give him a hug. He pushes his seat out from the table, and I sit down in his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck. I pull back from the hug and press my lips to his in a short kiss. He pulls me back in for a longer kiss and I laugh into it. 

“Are you done eating?” he asks when he pulls away. 

“Yeah. Wanna clean this up and then go lay on the couch and watch a movie?” 

“I’m never going to say no to that question,” he says, and I laugh, standing up and starting to clean up the boxes that were scattered across the table. I walk over to the table and grab my lunchbox, taking the container of food out of it and opening the fridge. I put my lunch in, and then reach over to Bucky for the leftovers that need to go in. He hands them to me, and I put them in, before grabbing a beer for Bucky and a soda for myself and closing the fridge.

“Here,”  I say, handing him the beer and setting my soda down on the coffee table. “I’ll be right back, I’m going to go change.” He nods and leans forward to grab the remote, and I turn to head into his bedroom. When I get in there I grab one of his t-shirts from the drawer, and a pair of the shorts that I keep here, and quickly change. 

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“Can we watch something really random?” I ask a couple hours later after our movie ended. 

“What is it?” he asks with a small laugh.

“Maybe… Taylor Swift music videos?” I mumble, and he lets his head drop back and barks out a laugh. “Hey! Most of them are movie quality! We could even watch the All Too Well short film!” I exclaim, and he laughs even harder. 

“Yeah doll,” he says when he can finally catch his breath. “We can watch music videos. But do you wanna go watch them in the bedroom? I’m getting kinda tired,” he says, and I jump up. 

“Of course we can! Let's go cuddle in your bed!” I say, grabbing his hand and dramatically pulling him up and towards the bedroom. He lets me yank him, and when I yank him close enough to me he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder. I laugh and hit his back as he laughs and carries me into the bedroom, and then drops me onto his bed. I scoot up to the top of the bed, and flop back onto the pillows, still laughing. 

“Can I ask you something?” I say as Bucky settles in next to me on the bed. 

“Of course,” he responds, and wraps an arm around my shoulder and tugs me closer to him.

“How come I’m the only person you’re this calm and carefree with?” I ask, and he just stares straight ahead, absentmindedly rubbing my shoulder. “I mean, you’re also kind of like that with Steve, but not at the same level as with me.”

“I don’t know that I have a full answer for that doll. I guess I’m just more comfortable with you. For a long time I didn’t imagine I’d ever get the chance to fall in love again, but then you came along and here we are.” I turn my head to look at him, and stretch up to press a kiss to his cheek. 

“You have shown me the love I only dreamed of. I’ve always loved reading romance books. I’ve always been a hopeless romantic at heart, but I never fully expected to find that fairytale romance. But with you, I did. And just think, if my stinky older brother wasn’t an Avenger, we never would have met,” I say, and he chuckles. 

“Who knew Barton had an amazingly beautiful, kindhearted, caring sister hiding out with his family?” he says, and presses a kiss to the top of my head. “I didn’t think it was possible to love someone as much as I love you.”

“Me either. Not even my niece or nephews. The world really knew what it was doing, in the long run. Although I don’t think that you needed to be tortured in order for us to be together. I think that was just overkill,” I say, sitting up and leaning forward and looking into his eyes. 

“If I wasn’t tortured I would have died, and then we never would have met. I’m not saying I’m glad I was turned into the Winter Soldier, but I am glad that it brought me to you.” 

“I love you, “I say, as I lean forward and connect our lips. 

“I love you,” he says, and the pulls me back in, rolling us over on the bed.

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[wuahae]

✶ seventeen, after it all ends.

post-breakup hcs, ft. vocal team (special track: dust)

-> hip hop | performance

the spring air rests cool on jeonghan’s skin. reserved for late nights when the weather suits him perfectly, he likes to think walking helps clear his mind, but it seems even a small thing like this has become harder to fit into his busy schedule as of late. tonight, though, he indulges himself a little, falling into a ritual he practically knows by heart. the last time he'd done this, he had done it with you, a few weeks before you had—ah. (after the breakup, jeonghan had tried to cut off the frayed ends of the thread. deleting old photos he had saved of you, throwing away the small things in his wallet that you had given him.) he likes to think that he's moved past it by now, letting go of a past he can never come back to. and yet, jeonghan finds himself led to the corner of the street you would stop him at, the lamplight you would always kiss him under. (he doesn't think he could forget any of it. your twinkle in your eye every time you pulled him in for the kiss, as if it could never get old. the light still flickers twice every three minutes, only you're no longer there to count the seconds with him.) jeonghan briefly wonders if he should break the habit while he still can, change to a different route that isn't so entrenched in memories. but for now, he walks past the lamplight without pause; you may still linger in the flickering, but he'll be just fine counting the seconds by himself.

joshua runs into your mom on a drizzly tuesday afternoon in the leafy greens section of the veggie aisle. he matches her warmth with an easily, falling back into exchanging cheerful pleasantries, and for a moment, it's like nothing has changed. your mom still tells him he gets more handsome every time she sees him, and she absorbs his polite compliments shamelessly with a hint of socially acceptable bashfulness. ("how are they?" he asks, eventually. the question isn't solely out of obligation either; you'd both ended things on good terms, even if the only texts exchanged lately were happy birthdays and holiday wishes.) you're doing well, from what your mom tells him. a new job in a new city, a nice apartment to go along with it, and—("it seems serious, they might be getting married soon!") his following congratulations are genuine, but for a moment, joshua imagines what it would have been like if you'd never broken up. would you have still moved to a new city and gotten that new job? (now that he thinks about it, he would have proposed by now, right?) tomorrow, joshua will go back to his normal life, passing through the what-ifs like a light mist. but today, when the grocery store feels more like a bubble waiting to be popped and the distance between him and you resembles the past more than the present, he allows the ache of an old wound on a rainy day.

jihoon deletes his fiftieth unfinished draft in his song files, crumples yet another scribbled sheet of paper and throws it onto the floor. none of the chords sound right, his lyrics all come stilted and awkward and fuck, he can’t think of anything except for the things he wants to forget the most. (everything jihoon tries to put on paper ends up permeated by you. the way you had gently reminded him to take care of himself, the way there was still so much love in your eyes even as you said goodbye. you, you, youyouyou—) and for all his insistence that he just doesn’t have time for this, some part of jihoon knows that he can’t keep doing this forever. that inevitably, everything he’s been pushing down and stifling will come back up twice as volatile, flames catching onto stray threads of cloth the more he tries to smother it; it’s a disaster waiting to implode on itself, but it’s a choice he wants to make for himself. (now that he thinks about it, his stubborness was always the thing you hated most about him.) a fire will still burn even if you cast your eyes away, but jihoon chooses to bury the flames under work and projects and anything else, even if it will eventually swallow him whole from the inside out.

seokmin’s world still spins tilted off its axis. he brings it upon himself, really, each memory he refuses to let go crashing into him like ocean waves, the tide dragging him under. and just when he pulls himself up to the surface and blinks the salt out of his eyes, another wave crashes into him again, doomed to repeat itself. (the shore is within close distance. seokmin could walk back, if he wanted to—break the cycle of crash-drown-breathe-repeat. but his feet sink in the sand, the weight of his body heavy in the water. crash, drown, breathe.) it’s stupid, he knows, to be holding onto something that can’t be held onto anymore, but seokmin doesn’t know what else to do. you were his first; at least, the first that really mattered. (he doesn’t want to say it, but a part of him is still holding out hope. that his phone will ring and you’re calling to ask him to pick you up and to bring your favorite hoodie of his because you’re cold and it will return to how it once was. stupid.) everything is still the same. your hairties laying precariously on the bathroom counter, his shampoo bottles organized the same way you’d insisted on rearranging long ago, the potted plants you’d brought home one day sitting by the windowsill to soak up sunlight. his home is still yours as much as it is his—the only difference is that you aren’t there anymore.

it finally hits seungkwan a week after, on a sunny saturday morning. he starts his day as normal—washes his face, brushes his teeth, goes into his kitchen to make his breakfast. his leaky faucet drips, a single drop falling every few seconds; it's been leaky for a long time, he's aware, since even before the breakup. and admittedly, the breakup itself is a blur—all he remembers is the feeling, really. the defensiveness that swelled up and burst from inside his chest, the way he had said some things he’d meant and other things he didn’t. (seungkwan will be the first to admit to himself that it was petty, the way he had egged you both onto the path of no return. the ending comes neat and clean, seungkwan makes sure of it.) another drop plops to the bottom of the sink, and he suddenly remembers the note you had stuck on the refrigerator door weeks ago, make sure to call the plumber! scrawled onto it. the weakening adhesive is already starting to peel off, softly, slowly, and seungkwan swallows hard. there’s only one toothbrush in the bathroom now, the hook next to where he hangs his keys stays empty. seungkwan looks down to cups on the table, the americano he had habitually made for two. gently, he peels the note off the fridge, what little stickiness is left on it. (drip, drip, drop.) seungkwan dials the number, finally, when there’s nothing left but the ripples of what once was. it’s best to still the water himself, rather than wait for the end; it’s best to let go.

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[d1xonss]

Desert Rose

Chapter 19 ~ Goodbye

✧ Pairing : Daryl Dixon x Rose

✧ Era : Season 2

✧ Word Count : 3.7k

In this chapter ~ In a fit of panic and utter devastation, Rose is forced to make the hardest and most painful decision she has ever had to make in her life. But in her mind, it was all for the best. Although, someone seemed to catch her in her little white lies.

There was silence, with a slight ringing left in my ears. The world felt like it stopped spinning for a second, though it was short, it seemed like we all silently felt it. As soon as that little girl's body hit the ground with a soft thud, everything paused for this devastating moment in time.

Carol's sobs never stopped for her daughter as she eventually squirmed out of my hold, rushing towards the RV as she cried. And I let her go. This was truly an unexpected loss, one that we didn't even want to imagine let alone actually face it. She needed time to mourn, time to heal, so I let her go.

Beth then ran forward, crying and approaching the sea of dead walkers that we left behind, her eyes scanning each and every one. She bent down when she saw a familiar face, sniffling as she kneels closer to see them a bit better. But suddenly the walker jolted back up, still somehow alive as it grabbed ahold of her while it could.

She let out an ear piercing scream the second she felt its cold grasp, causing me to jump back up to my feet and rush over towards her as fast as I could. I grabbed onto her arm in attempts to pry the dead one off of her, while Andrea didn't have to think twice before shooting it in the head. The second she was out of its grasp Beth fell into my arms sobbing, burying her face to try and silence her cries.

I just held her close, noticing after a moment that a few tears escaped my eyes as well, running down my cheeks effortlessly. I tried to comfort her as best as I could while rubbing her back softly, she just continued to cling onto my shirt as her sobs only grew. Hershel then made his way over to me with his arms extended out, and I gently pulled Beth off of me, lightly pushing her towards her dad. He quickly took her in his arms, glaring daggers at the few men that still stood around the empty barn, before the Greene's were back off towards the house. Only now, he wasn't sparing any of us a second glance.

Though Shane wasn't willing to accept that as he began to follow them, hearing him already beginning to start something else as if what he had just done wasn't enough.

But I took this as my opportunity and slipped away too. I saw the obvious fight that was about to happen between Shane and Hershel, and I did not want to be a part of it. Shane had probably ruined our chances at staying here and the Greene's would just kick us off their property without batting an eye.

Needless to say, I began to walk quickly towards the woods to just get away from everything. The chaos, the cries, and even everyone else whom I couldn't even bare to look at right now. I felt as if I had just been punched in the stomach after witnessing something my mind couldn't even fathom, and I needed to get away before I exploded.

But much to my dismay, I didn't make it very far, not far at all, before I heard his voice speak up softly from behind me.

"Where you goin?" he asked.

I sighed heavily before turning around to face him, "Just away. I need... I need to get out of here for a while."

He slowly nodded in understanding, "Ya want to be alone?"

"Yeah." I said simply, trying to fight the tears that threatened to spill in front of him. I didn't want him to see me break, not now, not ever.

But he noticed the obvious slight crack in my voice as I held in my emotions, daring to take a step closer to me, but I only took a step back. A small frown stretched onto his lips at my actions but I needed space. I needed to think.

"I'm sorry I just... I need to go." I muttered before turning around without another word.

I made my way deeper and deeper into the forest, shoving the branches out of my way and not stopping for anything. I didn't know where to go, where to run off to, all I knew was that I couldn't stay on that farm for another second. Not when the dead bodies were only piled up front and center for everyone to see.

Time almost didn't exist as I didn't know how long I walked quickly through the trees, only stopping suddenly when I spotted a log that I could sit on for a while. I plopped down slowly with a huff, trying to steady my racing heart as I was clearly moving faster than I realized. But as soon as I felt myself relax, the tears only resurfaced, and this time, the dam broke completely.

Today was the first day I have cried in a very long time, I couldn't even remember the last time I had. But today I did. I cried for the group, I cried for Carol, and I cried for Sophia. Everyone has been through so much in such a short amount of time, it seemed as though everything was going wrong all at once. Only getting worse as time went on.

I stayed out there for what felt like hours, repeatedly wiping my eyes over and over again as the flood wouldn't stop. But my movements suddenly paused, remembering something that made me snap back into reality faster than I ever had before.

This was it, this was the reason I was on my own. This was the reason I couldn't be around anyone else, why I couldn't function well with a group. I've gotten too attached to these people, each and every one of them meant something to me, and I thought of them as family. Sophia's death just reminded me of all the cons when it came to having people around.

In the very back of my mind I knew that I was better off on my own, and the thought of leaving suddenly creeped back into my head. It would hurt them, and I knew that, but life would go on and over time they would forget about me. They would carry on, hopefully moving forward even after a hard day like this. I knew deep down that they would thrive and be just fine throughout the rest of their lives. The lives that I would no longer be a part of.

Tears formed in my eyes once more as I thought more about leaving this group behind, but I quickly blinked them away. I had cried enough, and I had already made my decision. I would leave tonight.

I didn't want to, truly it pained me more than I would ever let on, but I couldn't keep doing this. Getting close with someone and then having them taken away from you is more painful than any gunshot wound could ever be.

I had stayed out in the woods for much longer than I realized, probably thinking much more than I needed to. But eventually I noticed where the sun was placed in the sky, and I thought it was a good time to head back to the farm. Though I was walking for a pretty long time as I slowly made my way back, not really knowing how far I ran.

When the house started to come into view, I could see people starting to gather around what looked like a few graves. It clicked together in my mind that they had cleaned everything up, now having a funeral for Sophia and Hershel's loved ones. To me, it couldn't have felt like worse timing, but yet I still walked up to them slowly, trying not to draw attention as they all turned to silently pay their respects.

But I wasn't alone for long before I felt a presence beside me and I looked to my right, seeing Glenn looking down at me with sympathy in his eyes. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and held me close to him as we listened. I didn't fail to notice that Carol was missing the second I walked in here, but I also understood why she might not have wanted to come. It was painful enough to see her walk out of that barn, why would she want to face everyone after that happened?

After Hershel was done reading from the bible, we all stood there in silence for a few moments, though it was long and painful as you could probably hear a pin drop among us. Then little by little, people started to slowly break away as they had said their final goodbye.

But my eyes followed Daryl once he stepped forward, delicately placing a Cherokee rose on top of Sophia's grave. My heart broke even more if that were possible, seeing the defeated look on his face once he stepped away was only the cherry on top of the cake.

Moments after that, I slowly broke away from Glenn without glancing back at him. I couldn't. Not when I knew I would soon be leaving him after everything. He was always there to comfort me when I needed it, and he was the first one who actually cared enough to get to know me. He gave me a chance that no one else did at first. His kindness alone is what would make me miss him more than anything, but I needed to protect myself and him as well. I just hoped that he would understand in the end.

I mindlessly headed towards the RV where I assumed Carol was sitting, wanting her to know at least once how much I wanted to be there for her. Although I didn't want to bombard her further, I wanted her to know how much I felt for her. Just once.

When I slowly entered the space, she was sat right at the table near the window, staring blankly at the graves that were practically across the field. My steps were slow and hesitant as I approached her, but I didn't hesitate to sit down across from her once I reached the seat.

She didn't glance over at me, nor did I say a word, I only reached down and grasped one of her hands in my own, squeezing it lightly. Her eyes met mine when the feeling registered in her mind, giving me the best smile she was able to muster without uttering a thing, but I didn't expect her to. But I wanted her to know that I was here right now to give her any kind of comfort that she needed.

I sat with her in silence for a few minutes before I could sense she just wanted to be alone, so I left to head into the house. It was surprisingly quiet when I walked in, no on really lingering in the space as I headed towards the kitchen to grab something to eat.

I was only met with Beth standing near the sink as she washed a few dishes silently. She hardly moved, barely even acknowledged my presence when I was far from quiet the moment I walked in the room.

"Hey hon." I greeted her, hoping I could grab her attention, but she didn't respond.

My eyebrows pulled together in concern as I watched her hand slowly stop washing the plate in her grasp, before she suddenly became limp, starting to fall to the ground. My arms instinctively extended out, but she hit the floor far too fast before I could catch her, landing on the tile with a loud bang. I rushed over to her with widened eyes, lifting her head up to see her skin looked deathly pale.

"Hershel! Maggie!" I called out, hoping someone would be close.

Only seconds after my voice echoed throughout the house, footsteps came rushing into the room, whipping my head around to see Maggie standing there in shock.

"What happened?" she asked frantically.

I shook my head, "I don't know, she was washing the dishes and then she just fell."

"Okay... let's get her to her room, will you help me?" she asked.

"Yeah of course." I instantly replied.

She moved over quickly, helping me as we slung either of her arms over our shoulders to bring her all the way upstairs. The two of us carefully set her down on her back flat on the mattress, Maggie moving quickly now to try and figure out what was wrong. Neither of us knew where Hershel was so the moment I knew Beth was safe, I made my way out of the house to see if anyone else had seen him recently.

Rick walked past the second I opened the front door, and I took my chances as I called his name, gesturing him to come over.

"What's wrong?" he asked immediately upon seeing the look I had on my face.

"Have you seen Hershel? Beth collapsed and we don't know what's wrong with her." I said quickly.

But he shook his head, "I haven't seen him since the funeral." he stated.

My mouth parted to respond, but Maggie's voice cut through whatever I was about to say. "Rose! Come here for a second!"

I didn't need to think twice before I turned around back into the house, Rick following close behind me. She was holding something in her hands and when I got a closer look, I saw that it was a flask with beautiful patterns engraved on the sides.

"I think I know where he is. He was a drinker before I was born, and there's a bar not too far from here and I think he might've gone there. The walkers, the funeral... it all might've been too much for him." Maggie rambled in a panic.

Rick nodded immediately, "I'll go after him, just tell me where it is."

Maggie looked over at me, and I knew what she was silently asking. "Go, I'll keep an eye on Beth." I spoke.

She smiled gratefully and gave my arm a squeeze before walking off with Rick to give him the directions on where to head off. I looked over to my right as I watched them leave for a few moments, before my eyes suddenly caught sight of Daryl making his way towards me quite quickly. My heart involuntarily did a flip and without thinking, I quickly rushed up the stairs, not daring to look back at him. I couldn't talk to him. If I talked to him; it would make me want to stay.

After I made it through the threshold of the girl's room, I closed the door quietly behind me as I glanced over in Beth's direction. Her eyes were still closed as beads of sweat pooled at the top of her forehead, and I began to move forward to sit at the edge of her bed, taking her hand in my own.

Seeing her like this only caused my mind to spiral. Not just because of this, but because of everything that seemed to be happening all at the same time. People being shot, the walkers, Sophia, the funeral, leaving everyone. The last one still caused my heart to sting the most. I grew clueless as I had no idea what I would do, or what I would say- oh my God what would I say? What could I say?

Suddenly, a lightbulb appeared just right above my head as I let go of Beth's hand, starting to search around her room for paper and a pen. After only a few seconds I found them pretty quickly in a nearby desk drawer before I sat myself back down on the mattress.

My mind raced as I started writing everything I wanted to say down on this piece of paper. Every little thing that I wanted to get off my chest, and every little thing that I wanted him to know. I needed to leave something, not just disappear and have them constantly wondering if I went missing too. I couldn't just leave them in the dark.

Although I was startled when the door in front of me suddenly flew back open, Maggie standing there a bit out of breath, but she still managed a smile.

"Hey, I'm sorry I took so long. Glenn decided to go with Rick to get my dad back." she informed me.

"Oh, it's okay, I just hope they all make it back safe." I said with a small smile.

She nodded and sat down next to me, "What are you writing?" she asked.

I folded the piece of paper and shook my head, "Just my thoughts, I wanted to write them all down to... I don't know, get them out of my head, I guess? Does that make any sense?" I chuckled.

She nodded immediately, "No it does, I get it. A lot happened today and honestly, I can't wait for it to be over."

I just nodded in return and we sat in comfortable silence for a few moments, just listening to the clock ticking by the seconds in the corner of the room. I could tell she was worried about her dad, but she tried to put up a front that she was fine. But I could tell she definitely wasn't fine, her fidgety hands and darting eyes mostly gave her away.

"I really hope my dad lets you guys stay..." she suddenly admitted, "I like having you here."

I looked at her and gave her a sad smile. "Yeah me too." I replied.

She returned the gesture, before wrapping her arm around my shoulders and pulled me in for a side hug, while I wrapped my arm around her as the silence filled around us once again. I was trying not to let myself get emotional yet again because I knew no matter if the group was allowed to say or not, I would be leaving Maggie and Beth behind.

What I was doing was far from easy, but in the end it would protect me the most from something that left me terrified. I just had to keep telling myself that eventually they would get over it, and so would I.

I found that I purposely avoided Glenn, Daryl, and Carl today simply because I felt like I couldn't look at any of them in the eyes and lie to them. But then it seemed to hit me that if Glenn left with Rick, I probably would never see him again. Swallowing thickly, I shook my head as to not even give the tears a chance to return to my eyes before I was abruptly getting up from the bed.

"Well, I'm going to head out."

She smiled and nodded, "Okay, see you later."

I hummed a response before walking out of the room and down the creaking steps, making my way towards Daryl's tent. Though I noticed pretty quickly it wasn't in the same place that I recognized, but much further away from everyone. But I didn't question it too much because I didn't really care, silently knowing that he had his reasons for moving away. Maybe his thought process wasn't too far off from mine.

Daryl sat tall on a tree stump towards the left of the tent when I approached the space, sharpening the knife I recognized, his eyes not even glancing in my direction. I didn't mind though, I didn't want to talk to him if I didn't have to, it would just make it even harder than it already was. His movements didn't halt even when I was standing only inches away, fixated on what he was doing rather than my presence.

My fingertips barely brushed up against the fabric of the tent, reaching for the zipper to finally pull it open, when something thick cut through the silent air that stopped me completely.

"Yer avoidin me."

His voice echoed around the quiet, causing me to shut my eyes tightly as I mentally cursed at the sudden small talk. But I still turned back to face him again, seeing that there truly wasn't a way out of it now. But his eyes never looked up at me as he spoke, just stayed focused on the weapon in his hands.

"What do you mean?" I asked, my voice coming out a little more aggressive than I intended.

My tone seemed to catch his attention pretty quick as his eyes now snapped to me, "I mean whenever I try to talk to ya, ya disappear."

I slightly threw my hands up in the air, "I just needed to be alone today."

"Yer lyin." he accused.

"No, I'm not." I said defensively.

"Yeah, ya are. I saw you go in to check on Carol, I saw you talkin to Maggie and Rick, and I saw you go up to look after Beth. Yer lyin. Yer avoidin me. Why?" he asked.

I scoffed at his obvious attention to detail, "Okay, first of all I checked on Carol because she didn't even show up to her own daughter's funeral. Second, I was talking to Maggie and Rick because Hershel's missing and we need to find him for Beth, who in case you forgot, is unconscious at the moment. And third I am not avoiding you, I just didn't want to talk, okay?"

He stared at me for a few moments, and I just knew in the back of my mind he didn't believe a word that was coming out of my mouth. I felt bad for lying to him, but I had to do this, and I knew if I told him the truth he would surely try to stop me.

When I realized he wasn't going to respond, I turned around and went into the tent to gather my things together, I made sure I had enough food and water in my bag as well. I had all of my weapons with me, and then took out the piece of paper from my pocket and scribbled Daryl's name on the front of it with the pen I still had from Beth's room. I propped it up on his sleeping bag and took the Cherokee rose he had gotten for me, placing it right next to the note.

Once I had gotten everything together, I poked my head out of the tent to see Daryl was now nowhere in sight. I walked out with my things and gave one last long look at the farmhouse before heading off into the woods, walking away for good. My eyes stung more and more with every step I took, but for some reason, I didn't stop.

~ Thanks for reading!

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[genderless-naper]

a gift for you

bangchan (skz) x gf!reader

synopsis: he got you a gift so you dont feel alone

lowercase intended !

chan has been spending much more time away than he’d like to admit. in between producing, practice, and other scheduling it wasn’t like you had room to complain to him. he came home late and left early the next day.

although you tried your best not to let it get to you, he knew. he knew that you started to feel distant. he knew you were feeling less happy. he knew you were losing sleep trying to stay awake for him. he knew and it made him feel terrible. he explained to his members whats been happening between you two after they cornered him into confessing why he was acting so weird lately. all he had to say for himself was that he ‘doesn’t know what to do to make it up to you’

half of the members looked mad at him for treating you this way, while the other half looked at him with pity. minho shook his head and replied, “she cant be in a relationship with someone who’s never there”

“i tried to make time for her but i cant. our schedules are too different”

minho just looked at chan like he was the dumbest boyfriend in the whole world. he easily couldve been considered it.

“if you cant be with her physically then give her something so she knows youre always with her”

chan was more confused by this than the times he tried to film tiktok videos with the members

“but she has everything she ever needs, what could i give her?”

minho rolled his eyes, “if she had everything she needed we wouldnt even have this conversation. you need to figure this out on your own. you know her the better than we do”

for the next few days chan pondered on what to give you. he spent hours in his studio on amazon rather than producing trying to find a perfect gift. soon he realized he was running behind schedule and needed to leave for a skzoo photoshoot.

when he arrived he set you lots of pictures. pictures of the members, of the plushies, of the shoot set, and more random things. he always sent you pictures wherever he was. he was happy for you to see them but that quickly changed when you left his message on opened without a response. he was hesitant to send one last picture.

he sent a picture a picture of him with a lifesize wolf chan plushie along with a message, “please dont be mad, you’ll make wolf chan and channie sad” you giggled at his immaturity. you liked his selfie and responded to his text, “im not mad chan, i got busy doing the laundry” he called you once he was done with his part of the shoot. you were happy to finally be talking with your beloved boyfriend.

“you know chan, wolfchan looks strangely like you a lot. i mean look at his dimples! and his little curled piece of hair. theyre just like yours!” chan smiled at your thoughtfulness and asked, “do you really think he looks like me?”

“of course, you two are like twins” in the distant you hear chan’s name being called and so you ushered him to get back to the shoot. he wanted to say no but you already bid your goodbye and hung up.

all the members got a gift basket of their represented skzoo. chan stared at the wolfchan in his basket and instantly remembered your comments on their resemblance. he decided to take the basket home to you once the shoot was done.

he ran into the bedroom and pulled you into a tight hug, “i got you something special!” you raised your brow curiously, “is it that basket?” he replied with a nod and quickly sat you on the edge of the bed. he placed the basket on your lap and sat on the floor in front of you all while smiling from ear to ear, dimples exposed. he ushered you to open and look at everything.

“okay okay chill, im opening it channie!” you giggled and ruffled his hair to calm him down. you took out the wolfchan, and chan took it from you and peppered it in kisses. he handed it back while his grin widened, “there, now you’ll always have a part of me with you y/n!” you could’ve practically melted by how cute he was being. you nodded and hugged the wolfchan tight while showering chan in thank yous and kisses.

you never spent your days alone after that. where ever you went wolfchan went as well. when you missed chan you would talk to wolfchan. he was always there for you and warmed your heart.

oftentimes chan would come home from the studio just to see you tucked away in bed hugging the mini-version of himself tight to your cheek while you were fast asleep. he was glad that you appreciated it as much as he appreciates you🖤

ahh wolfchan is such a cutie patootie. i finally got mines today and i love him so much ahh. everything abt him brings me mega serotonin vibes

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reunion

din djarin x gn! reader summary: you take a trip to mandalore and surprise an old friend who has been busy rebuilding an empire. notes: spoilers for season 2 of The Mandalorian, set after season 2 word count: 4.0k

The Imperial City was always busy; there was never any lull or stop, even when night fell, a stark contrast to most of the places you had been to in the galaxy with the Mandalorian — Din, as he eventually told you to call him — and with the green Child, who you found was named Grogu. 

Parting with Grogu had been one of the hardest things you had to do, but parting with Din had been even worse. Both of you were so torn up by the loss of him, and though you had wanted to stick together, without him, your goals and ambitions didn’t seem to line up anymore. Din was headed for Mandalore, Darksaber in hand, to rebuild his homeland, and you wanted to settle down in a stable place, tired of constantly running and gunning. 

Your goodbye with Din was bittersweet. You cried as you hugged him for the last time, his grip tighter than you had ever felt before. You both knew there were words unspoken, one that couldn’t be said aloud yet. 

You ached for the Mandalorian constantly during the first few months of your separation. They say that time heals all wounds, which you supposed was somewhat true as that yearning dulled little by little, but it never went away. 

You were lucky to have met Auguron when you did. You had only been on Coruscant for a few days, looking for a job while your lovely landlady, an elderly cyborg named Aliva, allowed you to stay in your apartment for free until you found a steady source of income. 

You had been staring at the notice board at the center of town, all kinds of job posting projected on the screen. Auguron had been pushing through the crowd to post up his own, and you inquired immediately. One preliminary interview later, and you were working at Leetgil Clayware with Mr. Leetgil and Auguron. It took you back to when you and your father would make pots and mugs together on Alderaan before… everything happened. 

“Here’s your order, Shankia,” you said, placing a crate filled with pink-glazed vases. “How’s your husband’s knee doing?”

“Oh, it’s getting better every day,” she sighed, taking the crate from your hands and handing you the credits. “Thanks so much for asking, and for the beautiful pottery. Then again, there’s no surprise there.”

“It’s my pleasure,” you replied with a small laugh. “Let us know if there’s anything we can do for you.”

“I will, I will. Have a nice day!”

“You too!”

Auguron popped out from the backroom, hands and apron smeared with white clay. “Was that Shankia?” When you nodded, he asked, “Dolwaji’s knee doing better?”

“I think so.”

“That’s good.” 

You picked up your datapad, checking off the completion of Shankia’s order. It was the last order of the day, so you packed your things up and bid farewell to Auguron and Mr. Leetgil. “We’re still on for sabacc on Saturday, right?” Auguron called after you. 

“Of course! Who else is going to kick your ass?”

“Rude!” cried Auguron, and you laughed, waving goodbye one last time. Your apartment was only a stop away on the train, and you were climbing the stairs of your walkup before you knew it. 

You flopped down inelegantly on your couch, staring up at the ceiling. Being on your feet all day really tuckered you out, and you wondered how you had done all that moving around when you were with Din and Grogu. You supposed that with the two of them always there to distract you in some way, you didn’t really have time to be exhausted. 

You were about to stand to make yourself some dinner when a message came through on your datapad from Mr. Leetgil, addressed to you and Auguron. 

Mr. Leetgil: Exciting request!!! There’s been an order for twenty of our finest dishes, bowls, and cups for the upcoming state dinner on Mandalore. I can get the pieces ready if the two of you are willing to fly out to Mandalore to hand deliver them! All expenses are paid for!

You only had a moment to appreciate Mr. Leetgil’s abundant usage of exclamation marks before you felt your heart pound against your ribcage. 

Mandalore, where Din was. Where Din was the ruler, the Mand’alor. 

Your stomach bottomed out, and you couldn’t tell if it was anxiety or excitement. You didn’t know what you really had to be anxious about, other than seeing Din after so long. You two had tried to stay in touch but it quickly faded out as you both prioritized your duties. You briefly wondered if he had known you worked at the clayware shop, but quickly put the thought out of your mind. There wouldn’t be anyway for him to know, and Leetgil Clayware was pretty well-known for its high-quality productions. 

You exhaled heavily before replying to the message. i’m game for it. guess we’ll have to cancel saturday sabacc

Auguron: What a shame! Rescheduled for when we get back

Mr. Leetgil: Excellent!! I’ll have everything ready in two days, so you’ll head off as soon as they’re completed!!!

You shook your head fondly at the messages, trying to ignore the butterflies swirling around inside you. 

Auguron must have sensed the nervous energy thruming through your veins as you strapped into the pilot seat because he asked, “Are you sure you’re okay flying this thing? We could always just hire a pilot.”

“No, I’m okay with flying… it’s actually arriving in Mandalore that I’m worried about.”

He gave you a curious look. “Why?”

“It’s kind of a long story.”

“Well, lucky for us,” he said, securing the crates full of pottery once more and buckling himself into the passenger seat, “we’ve got some time.”

You told Auguron about Din (you called him “Mando” for privacy’s sake) and about Grogu, about your adventures in bounty hunting and babysitting, and about your embarrassingly large crush on the Mandalorian. Auguron nodded along, offering little interjections when appropriate, but otherwise just listening and absorbing the information. 

“So we parted ways, he made his way to Mandalore and I went, as you know, to Coruscant.”

“And then you met me, your best friend in the whole wide world.” Auguron offered you a bright grin, and you returned it with a playful glare. He said, “If it makes you feel any better, I don’t think you need to be that nervous about seeing him. If your connection is as strong as you made it sound, he should be pretty happy to see you.”

“It’s not so much that I’m worried he won’t want to see me or be happy about it,” you explained. “It’s… more like just not seeing someone you spent so much time with before can be awkward, at best.”

He waved you off. “My point still stands. You’ll probably fall into a rhythm quickly again.” 

“Yeah…” you trailed off, gnawing on your bottom lip. You told Auguron to brace himself as you made the jump to hyperdrive, flying through space and time at the speed of light. Now in the Outer Rim, you steered the ship towards Mandalore. Entering the planet’s atmosphere, you saw dozens and dozens of bio-domes where Mandalorians cities were created to make such an inhospitable planet liveable. You guessed that the largest one, the one that seemed to be the core of the domes, was where you’d find Sundari, the capital city.

As your ship approached, the transmission crackled to life. “State your business for entering Mandalore.”

Auguron answered, “We’re here to deliver the clay dinnerware for the state dinner tomorrow.”

“Send your transponder signal.”

As you did so, Auguron leaned over to you and muttered, “Not very warm and fuzzy, are they?”

“They’re not exactly known for that from my experience.”

He snorted but said nothing as you were cleared for entrance. One of the doors to the dorm opened up, and you carefully maneuvered the ship into the port. You and Auguron gathered the crates and disembarked. There was a Mandalorian with brown armor who greeted you at the bottom. 

She regarded you carefully and glanced down at your crates. You had taken Mr. Leetgil’s advice and put them in transparent containers so that they wouldn’t be subjected to searches and jostled around so much that they could break. She said, “I will take you to the Royal Palace. Follow me.”

She didn’t wait for either of you to reply as she turned sharply and forged forward. 

Your heartbeat grew quicker and quicker as the palace came into view. Din flashed through your mind. Would he be happy to see you? Shocked? Disappointed?

“Hey,” Auguron snapped you from your reverie with a small, comforting smile. “It’s going to be okay.”

The brown-armored Mandalorian brought you to the gate, where two Mandalorians stood guard. The brown-armored one gave you one last terse nod and left, leaving you with the guards. Time with Din helped you recognize when Mandalorians were sizing you from behind their impassive helms. “What business have you at the palace?” the one on the right asked. She was decked out in purple armor, while her fellow guardsman was in a deep red. 

“We come bearing the clayware that was requested for the state dinner,” you replied, trying your best to give off confidence when inside, you were sure your heart was beating at an unhealthy speed. You emphasized your point by motioning to the container in hand. Their helmets moved downwards to look at the contents. 

“Come,” said the red-armored one, and you two trailed behind him to the Sundari Royal Palace. You walked through the plaza and you could almost see the phantoms of the thousands of Mandalorians who had gathered here before. You knew that the Mandalorian population had been greatly crippled by the Great Purge, but it seemed that their numbers were steadily beginning to rise again, presumably thanks to Din. 

The red Mandalorian handed you off to another Mandalorian — this one was decked in green armor — and they led you down the halls of the palace to the Great Salon, which functioned as the throne room and council chamber, as the green Mandalorian told you. “Mand’alor,” they said as the three of you entered. Din sat on the throne, flanked by two more Mandalorian guards and there were several council members present. It seemed that they were in the middle of a meeting.

The green Mandalorian bowed low and you and Auguron copied their movements as best you could with crates in hand. “The potters have arrived and they brought you the requested clayware.”

“You… don’t have to do all those formalities.” Your heart fluttered — it was the first time you had heard Din’s voice in over a year, and despite his enormously important and dignified position, he still sounded like the Din you knew, your Din Djarin. 

When you and Auguron rose up, you watched Din freeze. It was barely noticeable, almost imperceptible, but you saw the way Din’s shoulders tensed and your stomach turned. What was he thinking? Did he even recognize you?

Then, in a quiet voice tinged with something akin to awe, he said your name. And all those present in the room turned to stare at you. 

“Hi, Din,” you replied just as quietly.

One of the council members, outfitted in a pale red armor, bristled. “You will not address the Mand’alor so casually—”

Din held his hand up and she immediately stopped talking. He stood slowly and each step he took towards you felt purposefully, almost like he was savoring the moment. He reached you and gingerly took the box from your hands, placing it on the ground beside him. He stood mere inches away, and you two just stared at each other. “Cyar’ika,” he said softly, and poorly-concealed whispers (how well could you whisper in those helmets?) broke out through the room. 

“Hi,” you repeated. Your hands trembled at your side and next to you, Auguron shifted the crate into one hand and gently wrapped his free one around yours, steadying you. 

Din’s helmet snapped to the movement and it was like he was seeing Auguron for the first time. He cocked his head, sizing him, dissecting him like you had seen him do with countless quarries. To Auguron’s credit, he didn’t shrink under Din’s intense gaze. He even straightened out a little and offered his hand, introducing himself. 

“The audacity,” huffed the same pale red Mandalorian who had tried to scold you, but Din didn’t intervene this time. His helmet swiveled between you and Auguron, and then down to the hand that Auguron was holding. 

“Can I see the dinnerware?” And just like that, the spell was broken. Auguron let go of your hand and Din stepped away from you, the warmth that radiated off him through the beskar disappeared. You couldn’t deny that your heart sank a little at the loss. As Auguron took the lid of his, you crouched and did the same with yours, rising up and presenting the contents to Din. 

He nodded as Auguron went on about what kind of clay they were made of, the strength that all your wares boasted, how the glaze colors were picked out. As Din just nodded, not offering any input other than that, it made you question how much he actually knew about pottery. Din had a wide range of knowledge on many different topics, but you doubted pottery and clayware were two of them — at least, it never came up in conversation when you two were together. Traveling together, that is. 

“These will do well at the dinner,” he finally announced. Two Mandalorians came up and took the crates from you, and a silence settled in the room. Din glanced at you again and you shifted on your feet. 

“Shall I escort them back, Mand’alor?” asked the green-armored Mandalorian who had brought you in. 

Din paused for a moment and shook his head. “No, I—” He was staring straight at you, “I would like to extend an invitation to the state dinner.”  Then, in an afterthought, he looked at Auguron and added, “Both of you.”

“But, sir!” The pale red Mandalorian stepped forward. “The state dinner is for Mandalorians and esteemed guests only!”

“Then, they are my esteemed guests.”

“But—!”

“Radika.” You heard the underlying warning in Din’s tone and the pale red Mandalorian — Radika — bowed her head, but you caught the way her helmet twisted toward you in an aggressive motion.

Din turned back to you and asked, “Would you like to… take a walk with me?”

“Sir,” one council member meekly piped up, “we haven’t finished our meeting.”

Din hesisted and sighed, “Right.”

You offered gently, “Later, perhaps.”

He nodded and asked the green Mandalorian to show you and Auguron to guest chambers. 

“So, was that better or worse than what you expected?” Auguron asked you as you settled into your rooms. You two had been brought to rooms that were connected, which made you feel a little relieved that you had your friend so close. 

“I’m not even sure what to make of it.” Then, you said, “But I didn’t spontaneously combust on the spot, so that’s always a win.”

“Better, then!”

You snickered and shook your head. One of the Mandalorians had fetched the limited luggage the two of you brought. You hadn’t planned to extend your stay, or stay at all, but you had messaged Mr. Leetgil and asked if it was okay to do so. He responded with his usual barrage of cheerful exclamation marks that it was. 

“Seemed like you and Din were more than traveling partners and pseudo-coparents,” Auguron said. 

“I… it’s not like that.”

“Really? Then why did it seem like he wanted to break my hand when I held yours?”

“He didn’t—”

The look Auguron gave you made you think he thought you were massively dense. You avoided his eyes and sighed. “He’s just protective,” you muttered lamely and Auguron raised his hands in surrender.

“I’ll bet you fifty credits that you two will kiss by the end of our stay.”

You felt a flash of annoyance — if he was so insistent that there was something there then… “You’re on.”

“Can’t wait to make back some money I lost in sabacc.”

The two of you passed your time in your room, finding some books written in Basic that you read to each other. It turned out that, as guests on Mandalore, there wasn’t a ton to do. The Mandalorians ran efficiently and seemed to need little to do with either of you. Neither of you wanted to just roam the halls, so this was the best solution. 

“Hey, look, it’s a Mando’a-to-English dictionary,” Auguron said as he reentered from his room, waving the text around. “I’ve been wanting to look up that word Din called you. What was it again?”

“‘Cyar’ika,’” you replied. “Let me look too, he never told me what it meant.”

“Maybe it means ‘irritant.’”

“Rude.”

The two of you leafed through, eyes darting through pages and pages of words. Can’gal [CAHN-gahl]: starfighter, cuir [COO-er]: four, cuyanir [coo-YAH-neer]: survive, cyare [SHAH-ray]: beloved, loved, popular. 

Your jaw dropped when you found what you were looking for. 

Cyar’ika [shar-EE-kah]: darling, sweetheart.

Auguron clearly saw it too because he whooped, “Easiest fifty credits I’ll ever make!”

There was a knock at your door, and you quickly closed the book and called for whoever it was to come in. Din stepped over the threshold, glancing between the two of you on your bed. “Is now a good time for the walk?”

“Absolutely,” you said, needing to get away from Auguron’s smug simper. Din offered your friend a simple, terse nod as he let you pass first and followed you out. Almost shyly, Din fell into step next to you and offered his arm. You took it and let him lead you through the halls and to a garden area. 

He brought you to the center, guiding you to a stone bench under a shady tree. He sat beside you, and the two of you were quiet for a moment. Then, you both piped up. 

“I—”

“How—?”

You both stopped and laughed a little. You felt a smile creep onto your face; you missed his laughter. “You first,” he said. 

“How are you?”

“I’ve been busy,” he said. 

“I can see,” you said, looking around the bio-dome. “It’s really incredible, what you’ve managed to do.”

He cleared his throat bashfully, seemingly at a loss for words. Then, remorsefully, he said, “I’m sorry that I didn’t keep up.”

You reached to place your hand on his, but Din moved it. You felt your heart sink for a moment before it lightened again when you watched as he slipped his gloves off. He positioned his hand and you laid yours over it. “Life happens, Din, it’s okay.”

He shook his head. “I wanted to. I really did.”

“I know, I did too. It’s alright, Din.”

He sighed and you finally decided to ask, “Did you know that I worked as a potter? Is that why you asked for the clayware?”

“Truthfully, no. My advisors suggested I get new dinnerware as a show of respect for the first full-sized state dinner.” He added quickly, “But I’m not surprised that you do. I know that you used to make clay pots with your father on Alderaan.”

Your heart skipped a beat. He remembered. He continued, “I’m glad that I did, though, because it brought you here.” The unspoken words lingered in the air: Back to me. 

You looked up at him through your lashes and bit down on your lip. You inhaled and said, “I really missed you, Din.”

“I missed you too, cyar’ika.”

“I, uh, finally looked up what that meant.”

He stiffened a little and let out an uncharacteristically feeble “Oh.” Then, slowly, he said, “If you feel uncomfortable, I’ll stop—”

“No! I… I like it.”

He nodded and you could feel the intensity of his gaze through his visor. Another silence fell over you, but it felt heavy with some sort of tension. Din broke it after a while. “Can I… ask you a question?”

“You just did,” you said cheekily. You could feel his eye roll. 

“Who’s the man you traveled here with?” 

“Auguron?” Din nodded and you answered, “He’s my colleague, obviously, and was one of my first friends on Coruscant.”

“You two aren’t…?”

You furrowed your brow before it dawned on you what he was asking. “No! No, not at all. We’re not…”

Din bobbed his head along and said, “Good.”

Your face warmed, and you peeked back down at your hand on top of his. Din followed your stare and adjusted his hand, moving it to intertwine your fingers. Your pulse thrummed in your throat. 

“Cyar’ika?” he breathed out. You held his gaze and his hand slid out of yours languidly, and you watched in complete and utter shock as he reached for the bottom of his helmet. 

There was no way this was happening. You had long wondered what his face looked like under the helm. You knew that it wouldn’t matter, that you would still feel strongly for him no matter what, but you allowed yourself to fantasize about it. Your mind conjured up all sorts of combinations of features, cobbling together features to create multiple results. The pneumatic hiss sounded so loud as you looked on in rapture and anticipation.

Maker.

He was even more beautiful than you imagined, all pink lips and strong nose and dark, soulful eyes that gazed back at you with a sort of tender intensity that made you burn from the inside out. “Kriff,” you whispered.

Din glanced at you self-consciously. “I…”

You raised your hands and asked, “Can… Can I…?” He nodded wordlessly and you cupped his face gently. “You’re… you’re incredible, Din. Inside and out.” 

He swallowed heavily and shifted closer to you. “So are you.” 

You swiped your thumb across his cheekbone, still marveling at him. At all that he was. 

“May I kiss you, cyar’ika?”

Your voice was barely audible. “Yes.”

Din’s mouth slotted against yours, warm and soft. Your eyes slid closed, and you readjusted to press closer against him. His hands fell to your waist and drew you nearer. He was all around you, enveloping you in a comfortable heat that was so him. So Din. Your Din. 

You reluctantly parted as your lungs begged for air, breath coming out in light pants. You were somewhat relieved that Din was much the same, eyes dark and half-lidded. You pitched forward, resting your forehead on his shoulder as you both caught your breath. His chest rumbled a little as he chuckled and he pressed his lips to the crown of your head reverently. “Mesh’la,” he said. “Beautiful.”

You closed your eyes and soaked in Din’s scent, earthy and a little metallic. It suited him. You finally summoned the strength to lift your head and you grinned dopily at him. “Hi.”

He chuckled again, “Hi.”

A voice rang through the gardens. “Mand’alor?” You recognized that voice more than you would have liked to. Din slid his helmet back on, much to your disappointment, as Radika came barreling over. You didn’t miss the way her helmet swung towards you with a clear malice. “Where have you been?”

“Here,” Din said and you tried badly to stifle a snort. 

“Well, you need to decide the menu for tomorrow.”

Din, though he kept his tone polite, was clearly annoyed as he sighed, “Why didn’t we address this in the meeting before?”

“You were a little distracted by something.”

Din huffed, saying, “This is my personal guest, Radika. Watch your tone.”

“Mand’alor—”

“I will discuss the menu but not here and not with you.”

You heard the crackle through her vocoder, as if she wanted to speak, but she just turned sharply on her heel and stormed out. “You could’ve gone,” you said. “I wouldn’t have minded, and the state dinner is important.”

“Not as important as you,” he responded swiftly. “And I won’t tolerate any disrespect to my cyar’ika.”

If he kept this up, you wondered if you’d just melt into a puddle. Then, a realization dawned on you and you cursed softly. Din looked at you in concern, asking if anything was wrong. You shook your head. “Not really, but I owe Auguron fifty credits.”

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