#was debating whether to gif or not yesterday but didn't

[vampiretendencies]

went out searching for an angel, then you came to me my darling ✩

request; hi love!! i had an idea of what jj would be like on a first date with his crush of all time!! maybe he’s been chasing her for ages and now the day is finally here where he gets to take her out! maybe he picked up extra shifts in preparation so he can pay for dinner and he’s all shy and nervous because he doesn’t want to say the wrong thing and even bought a new shirt so he looks all pretty for her? i love your fics so much, i hope you like this idea, can’t wait to see what you do with it pairing; jj maybank x fem!reader (reader is kind of a badass) warnings; fluff, i decided to set this while they are in high school still cause it just seemed right, BUT they are seniors here, making them 18. my characters are always aged up, keep that in mind. mentions of jj’s dad, luke, bullying, suggestive. proofread, but may find mistakes authors note; i knew the second i got this request i had to do it immediately. this is so cute, thank you for requesting.

JJ has devoted his time to leaving love letters in your locker.

Sliding the thin colored paper into the slit with definition. No, they weren't your typical secret admirer notes, JJ made it clearly evident that it was him. Always adamant in writing 'from JJ' in big capital letters, maybe even a small heart by it. Though, he just recently begun to add the heart, debating as to whether or not it was too much. Doesn't matter if it's lunch or a five-minute locker break, he's leaving a damn note in your locker, usually at the end of the day papers are flying to the mucky tiled school floors after opening the pliable metal door to the locker. And still you collect them all from the hopelessly swooning boy.

Some were insanely dumb, catching glance of one that said something along this lines of, 'my lips wanna' touch yours so bad, let's make it happen?'.

One may say that this is quite desperate of JJ.

But, this is the sight he's been fervent for, for years.

He’s sure his fascination started mid freshmen year. He remembers it like yesterday, vividly. There was a group of much older bullies encircling him in the school courtyard. Taunting him for his appearance, as if he were a freak show. His dad had gotten fired from yet another job, failing drug tests, never sober. JJ was sure Luke didn’t even know that the school year had begun. His shoes that year were so busted up, holes in the heal with the soles nearly falling apart; the same shoes he'd worn the past few years. Today, that is why he wears the irreplaceable combat boot, takes a lot to damage a thick black combat boot. His clothes that year, he'd outgrown them in more ways than one making them not up to par with the apparent bullies' standards. Scarring him to the point of no return, especially since you were there. You happened to be the reason he was fleeing that situation, not that JJ couldn't fight his own battles or that he was frightened. But it was that you noticed him. And, that you noticed him enough to not just walk by and act like you didn't see it happening. Oh, and it was that you ran the ignorant bullies away with a pocketknife you had tucked into your ankle length socks. Now that was what truly had JJ alarmed that day, a dainty, captivating girl waving a sharp knife around and looking mighty seductive doing so. What's not to like? You yanked him by the arm that day, and he's felt that pull since.

"Never tell anyone you saw that shit," you'd been referring to the knife and all JJ did was keep his mouth agape, astounded by the clutch your power had on him. He didn't, no one knows about that day except you, him, and the threatened classmates that did the bullying. Not even the Pogues knew.

He's been hooked since then, fastidious at best— enthralled that you existed at the same time as him. And he wasn't going to just not do anything about it.

Being a pest is what you'd known him best for. Proving your point as he'd leaned strikingly so on the lockers next to yours, blue irises tracing the outline of your figure. He can't fathom that you'd get more enchanting with every glance he steals.

The school day is ending, and rewiring of brains are beginning for the weekend. Hundreds of worn out bodies flood through the school doors, and you are trying to be one of them but someone’s mouth keeps moving.

JJ clears his throat before he speaks, about to aim toward the question he’s asked multiple times over the span of three years and each time it’s just as nerve wracking.

“Hi, pretty girl,” his voice chirped, cheery in a way. You became fond of the plentiful pet name, and it drew your attention as it always did.

You haven’t made it obvious to JJ as why you’ve been turning him down repeatedly, constantly sending him off with his head hanging low in defeat. It was ego shattering, he’d admit, it wasn’t something detrimental though. He was committed to persuading you into giving him a chance. Just one, and even if you absolutely despised him after, at least he’d be able to say he got to go on a date with an everlasting presence such as yours.

Your permanent ‘no’s’ have been due to you desiring to keep your independence. Especially with this being senior year, and it coming to a close soon. It’s a known fact that typically everyone goes their separate ways after high school, so where would going on a date fit in that picture? A relationship to you had always been viewed as a parasite interaction, was it actually real? Leading the poor boy on just wasn’t something you could fathom doing— sure, he was more than easy on the eyes, with his sun kissed blonde tresses and his fully plastered tempting smirk … and, that’s not the point … the point is you couldn’t give pieces of yourself away for it to be of no meaning in a month when this is all over.

It would’ve been demeaning.

Astronomically stupid.

His jawline.

Each time he tried the more you fought it, though the way he appears today is just of sheer attraction.

Christ, he's fucking hot.

Thank fuck he's not an inch closer or you swore you might've jumped his bones. You couldn't have given him the satisfaction of knowing that.

"Hi JJ."

The way his name leaves off of your tongue he wishes it were possible to frame a voice, engrave it, keep it forever. Yesterday he was almost on the verge of stealing your strawberry flavored chapstick, thinking that if he would've put it on his lips that you would've 'kissed' him. Yeah, he's got it real bad.

"I like those pants, really accentuates what you've got goin' on back there," JJ didn't intend on saying that. He's letting his mouth overload his ass, earning a sheepish gaze from you whilst you dump this week's JJ themed notes into the front compartment of your book bag. Holding contact with your eyes, still makes him feel like today might be the day.

"You like my ass Maybank, should've just said that."

Your voice is monotone, slamming the locker and throwing the bag over your shoulder. You lean mirroring him, engaging in the conversation as of now. Knowing what he's going to ask, as this is an everyday thing. Perhaps, going as friends would be something of consideration, just try it out.

What’s the worst?

Having a extremely stunning boy as a friend?

Just say yes, don’t think twice. Hate yourself for it later— your thoughts consumed you.

He blows air into his cheeks, anxiousness has overcome him tenfold. Hand raking over the tufts of hair at the back his neck, displaying it in obviousness. “Yes I do like your ass, and I have liked that same ass for three years.”

You urge a slight giggle, and he thinks he’s going to melt into nothing on the spot.

“Do something about it then.”

You taunt, aware he’s done everything about it. It’s just quite funny to see the stressed out stare turn into furrowed eyebrows with a slack mouth. Stunned at the sudden aggression, maybe things would be on his side this time. He refuses to question it, thinking he was playing coy alike with you.

“Depends, are you gonna’ break my little heart this time?”

He fakes fainting, whilst grasping at the cotton material of his shirt that covered his heart. Causing a scene as per usual, despite most of the school population gone by now. His brain has turned to mush, the way you’re on your tippy toes for a better look.

“Ask me,” you tilt your head a bit, encouraging him to do so. A smooth movement of your thumb and it’s grazing the skin of his lips, outlining them in perfect harmony. You’d never been this straightforward before, and he can’t fucking get enough of it.

“Let me take you out for dinner tonight, pretty girl. Y’know I’m not givin’ up … so me, you, a Kooky restaurant tonight at seven, yeah? How’s that sound?”

You heart flutters insatiably— you had to hand it to him though, his effort was impeccable and a night with JJ Maybank sounds a bit promising in its own meticulous way.

Let him have it, just this once.

It probably won’t lead to anything, so then looking back on it when the school year is over it will be just another memory, right? You thought, sticking to original reason that nothing out of high school becomes something worthy and then some.

“You’re gonna spend your life savings on one Kook meal?”

“For you, anything.”

Just say yes.

“One date okay?” you shove at his chest playfully, making an b-line toward the large steel doors. Watching you walk away, was sensational he might add. “One date Maybank!”

You reminded again, and still he wants to collapse on the middle of this dirty, shoe printed school floor. He was so giddy, jumping in elation.

“M’goin’ on a date!”

He relishes loudly, echoing through the halls of the school and you shake you head in disbelief as it rings in your ears the second your palm meets with the handle of the exit. JJ’s history teacher is peering around the corner, Mr. Sunn is somewhat proud of the boy he’s taught over his course of high school. Overhearing conversations between him in class, John B, and Pope in class, all they were ever about was you.

“You need to get going JJ,” Mr. Sunn pronounced, as JJ is standing in a now completely empty school. Twirling around on his feet, resembling a child that just got the toy they been begging for.

“She’s goin’ on a date with me Mr. Sunn!”

There’s a jar in JJ’s room at the chateau that’s labeled ‘when she says yes.’ It’s a mason jar, with money stuffed to the brim. Landing his job back at the country club as a waiter months ago, he took twenty dollars out of every check and put it in that sacred jar. And, then he mentally noted that he’d need more than just that if he wanted the night to really be worth while. He needed elegant clothes, and to get the biggest bouquet of roses he could possibly find.

He had plans for the roses— intending on wrapping every last layer in a love confessing sticky note. Because he’d like to think that that’s how this fresh romance is coming to be. He yearned ardently for you to know each and every reason as to why you were the only girl that walked planet earth in his eyes.

He wanted to discover your sweet spots, he craved to know how his lips molded with yours, he desired to know how your small hand would fit in his, and he was ravenously hoping to see your exemplary, pure body pressed against his.

JJ’s fingertips are colliding with an iron and an ironing board. Stood in the middle of John B’s living room, steadily removing every crease from his new, costly shirt— it was simple but effective; an angelic white short sleeve corduroy button up. Not too out of his comfort zone, but different enough for you to be able to tell he tried. Along with black pants that hugged his thighs and let loose around his ankles, and his combat boots— something he couldn’t switch up on.

It’s not JJ if he isn’t wearing those damn boots.

Kie and Pope are grimmacing on the dusty couch, surrounded by opened snacks and different assortments. They tended to pick fun at JJ, for chasing after something that’s wasn’t. But tonight it was.

For, he’s going to have his heavenly vision— that is you, before him and that’s making his body malfunction. To him, it was a privilege, to be breathing the same air as you. You could probably punch him in the gut, and he’d say thank you.

"Do you think she'll like this?" JJ shyly questions, so out of character holding up the freshly ironed shirt that is wrinkle free and now on a hanger. It caught Sarahs eye, who is cuddled into John B's side by the kitchen island. JJ knew it would've been much easier to just take it the dry cleaners, but it simply wasn't in his price range. And he relished in the fact that he earned such clothing, taking every great length to show his everchanging infatuation with you

"I definitely think she will," Sarah sends a reassuring smile his way, and he lowers the shirt to his side, counting down the last few remnants until he has to get ready, following through to pick you up.

"He's so fuckin' pussy-whipped over her, she's ruined him man," John B's sarcastic tone is not going to interrupt JJ's overwhelming exhilaration for tonight.

"Pussy-whipped and proud, she's gonna' be my girl, you'll see."

"You've been saying that for the past three years," Pope chuckles somewhat nudging Kie to laugh at the joke, but it wasn't of humor to her.

"M'taking the twinkie tonight."

With that JJ turns the iron off, shooting all of the Pogues his long middle finger, stepping slyly off into his bedroom, closing the door swiftly behind him. He had previously showered, smelling of saccharine musk but despite that he's having doubts peering into the full-length mirror; unsure of the reflection.

He's pulled away upon hearing the buzzing of his phone; it was you. Even seeing your name in the grey notification bubble sent slight relief to his chest.

Was his hair parted right?

Did he miss a spot shaving?

Was he even worthy of going on a date with you?

Jesus Christ.

He merely hopes to be as presentable as could be, and have you find him simply the slightest bit inviting.

Y/N

I should overdress right, since this is a Kook thing

At least you, weren't backing out at the last second.

JJ

Wear as little as possible :)

Y/N

Don't make me change my mind about this, Maybank.

A miniature film camera is stuffed in JJ's tinted black pants. It's digging into his skin deliciously, taking the pain as he knows the payoff will be wondrous. If he'd be lucky enough to get a picture of you or with you tonight.

Parked in the driveway of your home, from the Cut along with the rest of them. Your home is small and cozy and still JJ admires the way your mother hugs you goodbye, something he hadn't gotten to experience growing up.

However, he gets to experience this tonight.

The Twinkie's cracked windshield wasn't exactly the perfect view, but he is still enamored by the hypnotizing way your lacy dress flows from direct wind. It revealed parts of you he had yet to see, as this wasn't your typical wardrobe; more like a disguise to seem Kook like and fit in at the eatery. He pondered on the idea of you going out and buying it, only to go on a date with him.

Just for him.

The feeling had him scatterbrained.

He really can't comprehend your heaven-sent beauty.

Hair pinned back delicately, still as cutthroat as a double-edged sword. And when the door goes flying open, so does his soul from his body. Hell, he might not even be able to drive to the restaurant he's so fucking weak in the knees.

You must've mistaken JJ for some else, the person before you in the driver's seat is so clean cut. Locks brushed to the side, aligning his part. Chest poking through his button up just a breathtaking view in itself. His bright cheeks are painted an astonishing cherry red, as the pastel shaded sky is just about to set it enhances it even more. His achievement of wanting to look pretty for you has more than worked.

It's cynical to the pair that this agonizingly moderate occasion is here.

Long awaited, and worth every minute,

Just to be here, in this captured moment, together.

Fuck.Fuck.Fuck. This is happening. JJ thought, though similar thoughts are rummaging through your mind right now.

You shrugged him off for three years, witnessing this burning lovelorn grin on his face makes you regret wasting so much time. All that time, this beautiful creature could've been yours. Perhaps the odds in that percentage of people that go there seperate ways after high school won't be you and JJ. And maybe, your own independence was overrated.

You were wrong.

Oh so, mistakenly wrong.

"Bab- shit ... can I call you baby ... if that's okay?"

This differentiating pet name was of utter importance to JJ because it's so needy, and it encompasses all of his likened emotions for you in one little word.

"Course, baby."

JJ's shitting himself internally, he didn't know he needed to hear that leave your mouth until now, and he really wishes for you to say it an infinite amount more. All he can do is bore into your gloss lips, wishing to taste them desperately.

Aching for the sensation.

"You look really pretty tonight ... not just tonight though you look pretty all the time. Which explains why m'fuckin' obsessed with you and you're always on my mind. Swear, you're like ... tattooed in my brain and it's-"

You capture his lips with yours, a notion of telling him to shut the hell up, and just be. He was right, they mold together like they were created to enact a sweltering kiss such as this. It's magical to JJ, that he's lingering against your skin, touching your hair, kissing you long enough that he counted it perfectly in his head. A timely kiss, a tradional one, to leave him wanting more.

And he wants more. He wants so much more.

It's all true, if he's doing something as simple as listening to music, he thought about your opinion. If you disliked it, he'd find a way to. Paying attention to details over the years, he's practiced your hobbies, telling himself that he 'felt closer to you'.

He worshiped the fucking ground you walked on.

"You gonna' take me to dinner or what, Maybank?"

"Dinner's cancelled, I need you now, pretty girl."

Guess the food can wait.

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[svltzmans]

it's nice to have a friend - f.g.

a/n: hiii i love fiona so much and i love writing for her 🫶 thank you to dinosaur anon for requesting this one! it actually brought me tons of comfort to write so i appreciate it so much

warnings: cigarette smoking, mentions of sex, not proofread!

"debs, can you please just eat the lunch i make you?"

"but i just had peanut butter and jelly yesterday."

"we've been over this, peanut butter and jelly is the cheapest and easiest."

debbie huffs, storming off and taking her paper lunch bag with her.

monday is fiona's least favorite day of the week, for countless reasons. she has to return to making lunches and hundreds of other chores to make sure every one of her siblings is ready and at school on time.

it hurts to not be seen and appreciated for the work she does every day to keep her family afloat, even though she knows her siblings are still young and don't understand the magnitude of the impact she has on their worlds.

after successfully encouraging liam to take a nap and sending the others off, fiona finally gets to sit on the couch and breathe.

before she knows it, she's waking up to lip and ian walking through the front door. she figures she must have fallen asleep, her exhaustion having finally caught up to her.

"you're such an idiot," lip sneers, clearly in the middle of a fight with his brother.

fiona sighs, rubbing the sleep from her eyes and standing up.

"god, i need a cigarette," she mutters to herself, stepping outside onto the stairs and grabbing a lighter from her pocket.

"rough day, huh?" a voice asks from the sidewalk. fiona looks over to see her neighbor, y/n, standing in front of the house.

"to say the least," she responds, taking another puff of her cigarette.

"you know, if you ever want to sleep in or go out or something, i can watch the kids."

"for what, 100 an hour?" fiona asks, laughing to herself. she expects y/n to laugh too, but she's stonefaced.

"no, for nothing. i'm serious. i know it can't be easy dealing with this shit every day. you deserve a break."

fiona is shocked by y/n's response. she wasn't sure what to expect, but it wasn't free childcare.

"i'll let you know."

"cool. see you around."

fiona watches as y/n leaves, walking toward the grocery store on the corner. she can't help but be slightly suspicious of her offer, thinking she must want something in return. regardless, she smiles to herself, feeling like someone finally recognized how hard she is working.

"she definitely wants to get in your pants," lip insists. "she doesn't want any money?"

"no, she said she didn't. it does seem kinda suspicious, but she sounded so genuine about it."

"she must just be a really good flirt then."

"i don't know, lip. it seemed like she actually just wanted to help."

"okay, so let her. see what happens."

fiona lets herself imagine the possibility of having a few hours to herself. she could take herself out to eat, go on a walk, go to the store. she could do whatever she wanted with her day and not have to worry about her siblings being taken care of.

"i'll do it."

fiona stands tentatively on y/n's doorstep, debating on whether she should actually knock or not. lip could be right, or he could be completely misjudging the situation.

eventually, she forces herself to gently tap on the door, and it only takes a few seconds for y/n to open it.

"oh! hey fiona, what's going on?"

"i'm here to take you up on your offer."

"to watch the kids? yeah, of course. want me to come over now?

"that would be great, v and i are planning on going to get some dinner and drinks."

"sure, i can hang out with the kids until you get back."

"you're a lifesaver. how much do i owe you?" fiona feels inclined to pay y/n for her kind gesture, despite her declining money before.

"fiona, i told you you don't owe me anything. now, go enjoy your time with v."

reluctantly, fiona leaves for her dinner with v, silently praying that her siblings are in good hands.

y/n decides to cook something simple that she knows all the kids would enjoy, opting for pasta with a few different sauces to choose from.

fiona had told her siblings that their neighbor would be spending the afternoon in the house to make sure everything was under control, but they weren't expecting a meal.

"this is great, thank you y/n," ian smiles, finishing his plate and heading to his room.

the other kids nod in unison, agreeing with their brother's compliment.

y/n notices that liam had pretty much covered his entire face in sauce, and she can't help but to giggle to herself. she wipes his face clean with a cloth and gets the youngest gallagher ready for bed.

the rest of the siblings were used to their own routines and were in their rooms after dinner. in her solitude, y/n cleans the kitchen behind her, and eventually ends up giving the entire bottom floor a quick clean. she knows it would give fiona one less thing to worry about.

when fiona walks through the door at around midnight, she finds y/n sitting on the couch, watching whatever was on the television set.

"hey, welcome back. how was dinner?"

"really great. thank you again for doing th... did you clean the house?"

"yeah, i made the kids dinner and started by just cleaning up after myself, but i ended up just kinda doing the whole bottom floor."

"y/n this is... thank you so much. can i please pay you? at least a little bit? you are seriously amazing and i..." fiona stops, feeling herself start to ramble. she is in pure shock that anyone would care this much about her and her siblings. just out of the goodness of their heart.

"i'm happy to do this for you guys, seriously. you better not even dream about paying me, fiona," y/n smiles, feeling her heart grow warm seeing how much this meant to fiona.

"do you wanna, maybe stay? chat a little bit?"

"that sounds really nice, actually."

fiona and y/n quickly fall into stride with one another, and before they know it they have been talking for hours. they talk about just about everything, and by the end of it they are both feeling much more connected.

"shit, it's 3am," fiona laughs, finally looking at the clock.

"damn, that flew by. i should probably get some sleep."

"you and me both," fiona stands, y/n following suit.

"y/n?"

y/n turns, facing fiona.

"yeah?"

before y/n knows it, fiona is pulling her into a tight hug.

"thank you so much, again."

"any time. i mean it."

"before you leave, i have to give you something," fiona says, speed walking into the kitchen and returning with a small piece of paper.

"my number. if, you know, you wanna watch the kids again. or hang out with me, maybe," fiona smiles, nervously handing y/n the paper.

"both of the two will definitely be happening again," y/n responds, finally leaving the gallagher home and returning to her own.

the next day, fiona pulls lip aside.

"she's so amazing, lip. she really didn't want anything in return. she wanted to help. and she talked to me for hours."

"well, you better ask her on a date then, huh?"

"you think i should?"

"it seems like she's actually into you. and not just in a sex way."

fiona's cheeks turn a deep rose shade as she cracks a smile, earning a dry laugh from her brother.

"fi's in love!" he yells, running around the house as fiona chases.

when y/n wakes up the next morning, she's surprised to hear a gentle knock on her door.

when she opens it, she's surprised to see fiona on the other side, holding a bouquet of flowers.

"i know it's kinda early, but i wanted to give you these. and i wanted to ask if you wanted to go out for breakfast. my treat."

"it's never too early to see you, fiona. i'd love to go to breakfast with you. can i just have a second to change out of my pajamas?"

the pair both burst into laughter at the image of y/n in her pajamas, standing on the doorstep.

"that might be a good idea."

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[fetusgooseandjuice]

I’d Do It Again For You

Pairings: Kate Bishop x Fem!Reader

Summary: The tracksuits set fire to Kates apartment while she’s out on a mission with Clint. What will happen when Kate realizes you’re still inside?

Word Count: 3,872

Warnings: Apartment Fire | Violence | Hospitals

Kate was woken up by a persistent ring coming from her bedside table.  She opened her eyes and blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the darkness of the room and process what was going on.

When she realized it was her phone, Kate carefully reached over to grab it as she didn't want to wake you up; who was sound asleep with your head laid on her chest.

She looked at the lit up screen which read Clint Barton. Kate mentally groaned and pressed the green button to answer the phone, bringing it up to her ear, "I swear you're like nocturnal. Do you ever sleep?" Kate spoke quietly to not disturb you.

"The work for a hero never stops. You busy right now?" Clint asks from the other end of the phone.

Kate glances at the clock on the nightstand, "Yeah, it's one in the morning. I'm busy trying to sleep with my girlfriend which is something you should be doing too." she replied before going quiet, thinking about the words that just came out of her mouth.

"I- I'm not trying to sleep with Y/N like- like that. I mean I am, but- but not right now. And you shouldn't be sleeping with Y/N too, obviously. I meant that you should be sleeping with- with Laura, but also not like that, you know? You should be resting your eyes—"

"Are you done yet?" Clint questioned, interrupting her rant.

She squeezed her eyes shut out of embarrassment, "Yeah, yeah I'm done, sorry."

"Meet me at the end of the street in fifteen. I need your help with something." he informed her.

Kate gazed down at you, debating whether to go or not. You got so excited yesterday when she told you that she would take you out for the day today, and whenever she goes on missions everything is very unpredictable. She doesn't know if she'll be back in time to follow through with her promise to you.

But Kate knew she couldn’t turned this down, "Fine. But I have to be back before eight. Y/N's an early bird so she normally wakes up around that time, and I promised her I'd take her out today."

"I'll make sure you're back by then no problem. It should only take a couple hours anyway." Clint assured.

"Okay, see you in fifteen." Kate responded, ending the call.

She sighed and stared down at you for a couple more moments, brushing a few hairs out of your face before slowly slipping out from under you to get ready.

She put on her purple archery suit and the back quiver that held her arrows. She considered just leaving a note on her pillow in case she wasn't back before you woke up, and so that she didn't have to wake you. But she at least wanted to hear your voice before she had to leave.

Approaching the edge of the bed, she laid a hand on your side to coax you awake, "Hey, princess? Can you wake up for me for a minute?" she whispered.

You mumble some incoherent words that were slurred together from your sleepy state, making her lightly chuckle, "Hey, I've gotta run out and take care of something with Clint. Are you gonna be okay here until I get back?" she spoke softly.

At that, you opened your eyes and tried to focus them on her, "Are we still going out later?" you murmured.

"Yeah, of course, baby. I'll be back before you even wake up." she answered, caressing your side to reassure you.

"M'kay." you mumbled. "Be careful, Katie? Don't make any dumb decisions. Promise you'll come back to me in one piece."

A smile crept across her face, "I promise, darling." she leaned down to press a kiss your forehead, letting her lips linger there for a few moments before pulling away.

You frowned and gently grabbed her hand when she turned to walk away, and a confused expression settled upon her face.

"You missed." you said.

She noticed the pout on your lips and playfully rolled her eyes, returning to your side to bend down and give you a few long, soft kisses.

"I love you." she whispered against your lips.

"I love you too." you replied before she grabbed her bow and trotted down the stairs of the loft. Once you heard the front door shut, you closed your eyes to try and fall back asleep, knowing that your girlfriend would be there when you awoke again.

As Kate exited the apartment building and walked down the street, she saw Clint already waiting at the corner.

"Who'd you piss off now?" she joked, approaching the well-known archer.

He scoffed, "No one. It's the same guys from last time. They somehow found more men to carry on their work."

"Alright, let's make this quick. I have a girl to get home to." Kate said, walking past him.

"You say that like I don't too." Clint responded, watching the young girl stride down the street.

"Well then hurry up and let's go!" she called out.

He started jogging to catch up with her, "You're going the wrong way!"

"Okay, move faster and show me the right way!"

~~~

A couple hours later, you woke up once again. You were confused as to why since the clock only read 3:24 am. It was only then that you realized you had to use the bathroom.

You laid there with a sigh, not wanting to get out from the comfort of your bed until you got the motivation to finally get up. Right before you closed the bathroom door, you thought you heard yelling coming from outside. But you brushed it off, thinking that you were just tired.

What you didn't know was that you had heard right.

"Kate Bishop!" a man called from outside, but you didn't hear him now that the door was shut.

There was another yell of your girlfriends name followed by a bottle that was lit on fire being chucked through the window, shattering and setting fire to everything around it.

A few more flaming bottles were thrown through the other window panels, causing the fire to spread even more. Neither the fire alarm or sprinklers in the apartment room went off because they had broken, and Kate never got around to getting them fixed.

So you were completely unaware of the situation until you heard the crashing sound made by part of the ceiling falling down outside the door, effectively blocking it.

When you heard that, you quickly reached to open the door to figure out what was going on. Though you winced, flinching away when your hand came in contact with the burning hot door knob.

You covered the knob with the hem of your shirt to hopefully minimize the heat, but when you tried open the door again you couldn't.

It was as if there was something blocking it. You turned the handle again, pushing on the door this time but it still wouldn't budge. That was when you noticed the smoke coming into the room from under the door, and you started to panic.

There wasn't anything in the bathroom that you could use to block the gap between the door and the floor, so you started banging the door, screaming for help.

"Help! Hello, can anyone hear me?! Help!" you desperately yelled, but deep down you knew that probably no one could hear you.

The longer you were stuck inhaling the smoke, the harder it got to breathe. So you eventually got tired of screaming, and passed out on the bathroom floor.

~~~

Meanwhile...

"Dude, the way you fought all five of those guys by yourself was crazy! You've gotta teach me how to do that thing where you rolled and still made the shot!" Kate said, reflecting on everything that happened during the mission.

Clint shrugged his shoulders, "Their fighting style was pretty sloppy anyways. I don't know if you did it on purpose, but when you did that thing with the flip and then the arms; that was pretty cool."

"I know right! I surprised myself with that one. I didn't even know—" Kate's rant was cut off by something that sent an unsettling chill down her spine.

"Hey, Kate Bishop!" she heard a man's voice call out.

She looked at Clint with furrowed eyebrows, turning down the street of her apartment building. But the scene that she was met with made her heart drop.

The infamous Tracksuit Mafia; lighting bottles on fire and chucking them through the windows of her apartment, flames engulfing the floor.

Black smoke poured out of the windows and into the outside air. At that point, there was only one thing at the top of her concerns.

"Y/N." Kate whispered to herself, shrugging off her bag of arrows and dropping her bow to the ground, darting down the street with Clint hot on her heels.

"Kate Bishop! Nice of you to finally show your face!" One of the tracksuits spoke up when he saw her.

But the smile was wiped right off of his face when Clint punched him square in the nose. He took care of the rest them, holding them off while Kate made a b-line for the front door.

She unlocked it with trembling hands, and then bolted up the stairs, taking them two at a time.

"Y/N?!" she called out as she opened her apartment door, the amount of smoke stunning her, "Y/N, baby?!?" Kate yelled again before coughing into her elbow.

She ran around the apartment, looking for any sign of you. When she came up empty handed, she took the stairs up to the loft multiple at a time. She noticed that the blankets on the bed were pushed back, yet you were nowhere to be found.

Her eyes quickly scanned the room, pausing on the bathroom door that was obstructed by debris. Kate rushed to the door, almost tripping on her own feet in the process.

"Y/N?! Baby, are you in there?!" she yelled, pressing her ear against the door. "Please, say something if you can hear me!" Kate practically begged. When she got no response she attempted to haul away the rubble blocking the door.

Kate struggled a lot, but she was determined.

After moving the last piece of wood with a grunt, Kate swung the door open, choking on the smoke that left the room. Once she could see clearly, she saw you lying on the floor, unconscious.

"Shit, Y/N!" she cursed, swiftly kneeling before you.

Kate put her ear to your nose to make sure you were still breathing, which she thanked god that you were even though the breaths you were taking were uneven and shallow.

She lifted you into her arm's bridal style and stood to her feet, "Alright, baby. We're gonna get you some help, okay? I've got you." she reassured even if you couldn't hear her.

Kate exited through the fire escape just as Clint knocked out the last tracksuit, "Clint!" she yelled to get his attention.

"Is she okay? Is she still breathing?" he spoke out of breath, approaching her.

"Yeah, but she needs actual help, Clint. I don't know how long she was in there before I got her out, but she's struggling to breathe. We need to get her to a hospital." Kate said, listening closely to your breathing.

"Kate, you know we can't go to the hospital under these circumstances. It's dangerous." he responded.

"I know. I know the risks, Clint. But, she needs professional help and we can't give her that. So please, help me get her to the hospital." Kate was pleading, tears threatening to gloss over her eyes.

The sounds of sirens could be heard from around the corner, making Clint sigh, "Okay, let's go." he said and they quickly made their way to his car that he parked on the side of the road earlier.

Clint got into the drivers seat while Kate slid into the backseat so that she could still hold you, "See, baby? We're getting you help. You're gonna be okay." she softly spoke to you.

Kate started to take your hand into hers until she noticed the red mark forming on it. She held your hand out to examine your palm, her thumb ever so gently caressing below the burn.

"I've got you now, princess."

When Clint pulled in front of the hospital, they bursted through the emergency room doors, "Can somebody help us, please?" she called out in an urgent manner.

A doctor led her to an empty bed for her to lay you down on, "What's her name? What happened?" he asked.

"Her name is Y/N. There was a fire, and she passed out i'm assuming from the smoke. It took me a few minutes to find her and get her out, but I don't know how long she was in there for before that." Kate quickly explained.

"Alright, let's get her on oxygen and an IV." the doctor ordered his colleagues.

"She's gonna be okay, right?" Kate asked as she moved to your side, holding your non-injured hand.

"We treat cases like this all the time, but I can never promise anything." the doctor answered, "In the meantime, you need to get yourself checked out. Your friend as well."

"Me? No, i'm fine. What—" Kate was interrupted when a nurse started to lead her to a different area.

"Those cuts on your face and burns on your hand say otherwise." the nurse spoke.

She gave up on arguing, not wanting to cause a scene while Clint did the same, leaving the doctors to take care of you.

~~~

"Hey, how you holdin' up?" Clint asked as he pulled back the curtain of the room Kate was sitting in.

It was about an hour later, and Clint was all bandaged up. The nurse suggested that he take it easy for the next few days, but he obviously was not going to listen.

Another nurse had given Kate an oxygen mask. Although she wasn't in the fire for as long as you, they just wanted to be safe.

Both of her hands were wrapped in bandages to allow the burns on her hands to heal from when she was trying to get the bathroom door open.

Kate took the oxygen mask off of her face to speak, "Fine. You?"

"Same." Clint answered.

They sat in silence; Kate stuck in her thoughts, and Clint trying to read her facial expression, "None of this is your fault, you do realize that, right?"

Kate shook her head, looking down, "Yeah, well it sure feels like it."

"Beating yourself up over something you couldn't control isn't going to get you anywhere, trust me it's just gonna eat you up inside. It happened, so all you can do now is move forward." Clint said, giving Kate some of his dad advice.

"I'm the one who pissed them off. It should've been me in there, not her." Kate spoke in a low voice.

"But it wasn't you, it was her. Y/N wouldn’t haven’t wanted it to be you in there either. So right now she needs you to be there for her, not filled with anger and guilt." Clint put a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

Kate took a deep breath, "You're right."

"When am I not." he responded, making Kate roll her eyes.

"But when we get out of here I am planning on beating the living shit out of them." Kate said, only half joking.

Clint shook his head with a small smile, "Now we both know going into fight fueled by rage is a recipe for disaster. Believe me when I say I got a pretty good hit on all of them."

Kate lightly chuckled for the first time since all of this happened. She knew that everything Clint had said was true; it always was. But she wouldn't admit that.

Just then, Kates head perked up at the sound of the curtain being pulled back, revealing the doctor from earlier. She immediately sat up straighter, anxious about what she had to say.

"You're here with Y/N, correct?" the doctor asked.

Kate quickly nodded, "Yeah, yes. Is- is she okay? She's okay right?"

"Y/N inhaled an alarming amount of smoke, so we still have her on oxygen to treat that. She also had a minor burn on her left hand that we wrapped up, but she'll be fine and make a full recovery." he informed the two archers.

At those words, they both exhaled a sigh of relief, a weight feeling like it's been lifted off of their shoulders.

"Thank you so much. Is she awake? Can I see her?" Kate questioned.

"She's not awake at the moment, but she should be anytime now. If you follow me i'll take you to her room." the man answered.

Kate glanced at Clint who nodded his head. She stood up and followed the doctor out of the room. After making numerous turns, and walking down multiple long hallways, Kate almost ran into him when he suddenly stopped in front of a door.

"She's right in here. If you need anything just ask or press the red button on the wall." the doctor said, and Kate mumbled a 'thanks' before he disappeared down the corridor.

Kate opened the door, shutting it behind her before dragging a chair over to your bedside and sitting down. She gently took your right hand into her bandaged ones, letting her thumb caress over the back of it.

She gazed down at you; watching the way your chest steadily rises and falls thanks to the nasal catheter in your nose. Your eyelashes tickled your cheeks, and she reached a hand over to brush some stray hairs out of your face before letting it stroke your cheek.

She wanted to talk to you. To say at least something to let you know that she was there, but Kate just couldn't find the words. Luckily, she didn't have to because your hand shifted in hers as a few tiny whimpers escaped from your lips.

"Y/N?"

Your eyes slowly fluttered opened, but immediately shut again at the bright lights in the room. You blinked a few times so that they could adjust to the light before your tired gaze landed on Kate.

She exhaled in relief when your eyes met, "Hey. Hi, babygirl." she cooed, fixing the hospital gown that had started to slip off your shoulder, "You're finally awake. You gave me quiet the scare." she lightly chucked.

Kate noticed how you were slightly squinting when looking at her, "Are the lights too bright, baby? Here, I can turn them down." she said, standing up to dim the lights before quickly returning to your side, "Is that better?" she asked, and you nodded your head.

"Good. How are you feeling?" Kate questioned, grasping your hand in hers once again.

You took in your surrounding; noticing the monitors and machines beside your bed, the IV in your hand, and the window where you could see all of the people walking back and forth through the blinds.

"I'm okay." you answered before furrowing your eyebrow, "What happened? I thought you were taking care of something with Clint."

She took a deep breath, "I was." she started, "We finished the mission, but when I came home, the tracksuits had set the apartment on fire...with you inside. Clint dealt with them while I got you out when I realized you were still inside, and then we brought you here." Kate had to slowly explain since the memory of it all would haunt her forever.

You didn't exactly know what to say as you were just in shock. You didn't really know how everything had happened; you just remembered feeling scared and frantic trying to get out of the bathroom as it filled with smoke.

"I know," Kate said, letting a hand comfortingly stroke you cheek again, "I know it's a lot to take in, but I've got you now." she spoke in a soft, reassuring tone.

As she caressed your face, it felt a little rough on your cheek compared to how soft the skin of her hand normally felt. That's when you noticed you were feeling the white bandages that both of her hands were tightly wrapped in.

You frowned, "What happened to your hands?"

She glanced down at her hands, and then back to you, "I burned them when I was trying to get you out, but it's nothing I can't handle. I'd do it all over again for you."

Your gaze softened as you stared at her until your mouth dropped into a big yawn, making Kate gently smile, "If you're tired, princess, you can go back to sleep. You need to rest while you recover." she said.

"If I do will you cuddle me?" you asked.

She got up from the chair and laid next to you in the small bed. There wasn't a lot of room, but you made it work. It just gave her another reason to hold you closer, "I'll be here the whole time. I won't leave you again, I promise."

You moved into her open arms, resting your head on Kates chest to which she pressed kiss to as you did.

You sat in comfortable silence.

Kate was focused on comforting you by running a hand up and down your back, while you were stuck in your thoughts.

Although you were exhausted, you couldn't help but think back to being trapped in that room with no way out as it filled with smoke, screaming for help just for no one to hear you.

The memory of it was too overwhelming and your eyes started to glaze over, "I was so scared." you whimpered out.

It was so quiet that Kate barely heard you, "I just had to use the bathroom, and then the fire started but I didn't know since the smoke detector didn't go off, and I couldn't get out because there was something blocking the door and then I couldn't breath—"

"Shhh," Kate cut you off, noticing that you were starting to work yourself up and choke on your words. "It's okay, Y/N. You're safe now I promise you. You're not there, anymore. You're here in this moment with me, safe and sound in my arms." she spoke gently, pressing another lingering kiss to your forehead.

"You don't have to tell me about it now. I know you're tired, so get some sleep, baby. I'll still be here when you wake up." she gently assured you.

"You promise?" you asked meekly.

"I promise," Kate responded. "I love you, Y/N." she said.

When Kate got no response back, she looked down at you just to find that you were already fast asleep. Her lips curled into a sympathetic smile, relieved that you were back in her arms, and making a silent promise to you and herself that she'll never let anything happen to you again...also making a mental note to fix the sprinklers and smoke detectors.



#kate bishop x you #kate bishop fic #kate bishop x female reader #kate bishop fluff #kate bishop x reader #kate bishop fanfiction #kate bishop x y/n #kate bishop mcu #kate bishop #kate bishop x fem!reader

[teenwolf-theoriginals]

Sitting on top of the kitchen counter, Carmen drummed his fingertips along his palm to the rhythm of constant thoughts. His pace quickened at the thought of the restaurant being four weeks away from opening, and yet, they still weren’t fucking ready. It slowed when he thought of last night with you, the first time in months he had gotten a decent sleep. Then it quickened once more when his mind circled back to the never-ending list of shit that needed to be done throughout the week. Before finally, slowing down to a steady tempo when he exhaled, bringing his thoughts back around to you. It calmed him. You calmed him. Yet, everything about that terrified the hell out of him. Simply because anything considered good, Carmen tended to self-sabotage. He did it at the family barbecue, getting an ear full from Suga when you had explained why you were leaving early. He said some shit, you said some shit back until Carmen played the "You deserve better than me" card. You listened and vented to Suga who then proceeded to tell Carmen how much of an asshole he was, leading him to sulk throughout the barbecue debating with himself whether he should call and apologize. He called that night, silence greeting him on the other line. He left a voicemail apologizing, and one year later he finally saw you again, standing in his shamble of a restaurant. The first word out of his mouth had been a low whisper of “Fuck”. But the good kind. The kind where the surprise was pleasant and a welcome breath of fresh, calming air after the mind fuck of the day.

Now, one month later, it felt as if the barbecue fallout never occurred and the two of you hadn't lost those 365 days. He had come home to you standing by the stove, the very place Carmen’s eyes had been staring at for the past 10 minutes. Remembering you in one of his white shirts after accidentally spilling wine on your black sweater top. He smiled when the memory of a faint blush radiated off your cheeks in the middle of you rambling on and on about how you weren’t sure if he would be okay with you borrowing his shirt. He kissed you mid-sentence, mixing the taste of white wine and cigarettes, leading to dinner being forgotten.

"Carm?". He looked up, softly smiling when he saw you walk around the corner. His white shirt looking so much better on you. "You okay?". 

He nodded, frowning his brow soon after. "I'm-I'm not entirely sure. Last night was...it was amazing, you know?".

"I do, I was there". You cheekily replied, smiling at him.

Carmen smiled back, starching his cheek before playing with your hand. Rubbing it, tracing up and down your fingers, just feeling your soft skin against his callous hands. "But I-I woke up this morning and I, I don't know, I had this thought that scared the shit out of me. And my mind, it er...it kept going back to the barbecue".

"That wasn't our best moment". You whispered, remembering that afternoon as if it happened yesterday. Richie had just started on the grill, the others enjoying the sunshine and drinks while you and Carmen were in Suga's kitchen. In two minutes it went from smiling and stealing kisses to watching Carmen's face drop as he chopped the tomatoes. Yelling followed shortly after as the two of you debated in circles about the relationship. Out of the blue, no warning, that was Carmen. A winter blizzard or the warm sun gliding across your skin, there was no in-between with him. It was either no emotion or an overload of emotion.

"It wasn't my best moment. And I'm sorry that I was such an asshole".

"You don't need to apologize again, Carmy. I heard your voicemail".

"You did?"

Stepping a little closer, you nodded. "I should have called you back, or at least texted, but I-".

"You didn't owe me anything, alright. I was the one who messed up. That is why I'm so fucking nervous about messing it up this time".

Brushing his hair away, Carmen closed his eyes for half-second to relax in your touch. "What if I'm the one who fucks it up?". You whispered.

"Not possible. It'll be me. And I don't want to, you know? I, um, I'm trying very hard to be present. To focus on you when you need me. But sometimes I feel-".

"Overwhelmed?".

"So overwhelmed". He exhaled as he rubbed his thumb across your palm.

"We're both going to mess up. Make mistakes, say the wrong thing. Get frustrated at the other for not listening, for not paying attention. But I won't give up trying to make this work. Because I really want this to work".

"I want this to work too".

"Then we'll find ways to make it work, Carm". You reassured him.

"Even when I'm being a piece of shit?".

"Especially when you're being a piece of shit".

Smiling at each other, Carmen ran his thumb gently across your cheek. "I really like that you're here".

"Me too". You replied, adding. "Is there anything else you're thinking about?"

"I'm thinking you're very, very beautiful". He confessed, leaning in to kiss you. Like dinner, breakfast was forgotten. And for worse or for better, you and Carmen were determined to take this second chance and build it all back up again.

#the bear #carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto #carmen berzatto x reader #carmy x reader #it's short but i'm not going to over think it and just post

[vvagustd]

❣ admirer - seo moonjo

[seo moonjo x fem reader]

synopsis - moonjo knew less about his target than he thought he did

this is my first moonjo fic! it's really just a rough start to see if my audience likes this and if you do, please request! the people i write for are on my page and if you want someone that isn't there too, feel free to ask! request page here

warning! themes of stalking, swearing, and dentistry tools

"God fucking-" Y/n placed her hand over her cheek in pain.

"Is it that tooth again?" Jieun asked. "You really need to go see that dentist. He stays extra late for you, you know!"

You sighed. "I know, Ji. You know how I feel about tools and stuff, what if he uses a scapel?" You knew it was an over exaggeration, but you also knew they kept them in the office.

"Jesus, it's a toothache not a heart surgery. What a heartthrob of a dentist he is, too! He seems to like you, your living every middle-aged woman's dream." You scoffed. Jieun was being ridiculous, but you knew she was right. You needed to get your tooth checked, and he was undeniably a very attractive man. "Anyways, did you want to stop and get some drinks? There's a place around-"

"Y/n!" Moonjo's voice echoed the walkway, his steps nearing. "It's great to see you! I was hoping you would come into my office today." He seemed so collected for someone who just chased after you. "Ah, I was going to see you tomorrow, my tooth has started aching worse lately." Moonjo gave a bright smile, moonlight reflecting off his pale complexion. "I'm looking forward to seeing you, Y/n."

•

You stood outside of Moonjo's dentist office, debating whether or not to come in. Before you could turn and leave, the door opened and the receptionist walked out. "You must be Y/n! Please, come in." She opened the door and ushered you in.

"Mr. Seo told me he was expecting a beautiful lady, I just knew it was you." You gave her a smile and uttered a thank you as you went to look around. There were pictures up on a shelfshelf, one with an older lady and a bunch of little kids.

"That's me." A hand reached around and pointed at a little boy holding the older woman's hand. "That's Ms. Eom, she's a lovely lady." You snapped back to look at him, his finger his hovering over the picture. "You grew up with her? How nice that you stayed with her." Moonjo looked at you questioningly. "How did you know I live with her?" You hummed, turning away from him.

“I've been in your area before."

•

Moonjo was not a dumb man, far from it. As attracted as he was to you, your close relationship to Junghwa kept him on edge. You were layed out on the dentist chair while Moonjo applied his gloves. "Your tooth is damaged and it's gonna hurt, so I'll go get a mouth number." He gave you a smile before he walked into the back room.

Moonjo may be smart, but you're smarter.

As he was back there he contemplated if he was really about to do this to you. He couldn't lose you, but he couldn't compromise his "family." He looked at you through the cameras for a few more seconds before turning off the cameras and grabbing the anesthetic. "So, Y/-"

"Hello, Mr. Seo."

You were sitting on top of a counter with your legs crossed, his red box open next to you. Scalpel in hand, you glanced up at him.

"What were you going to with that needle, Mr. Seo? If I didn't know any better, that looks like a lot more than a mouth number."

Moonjo was at a loss for words. Y/n laughed at his expression, the expression that told her everything.

"Were you going to sedate me? Perhaps take me back to that god forsaken fourth-floor and subject me to the same fate as Hee-joong? As Seok-yoon?"

"How do you..?"

"I'm far less oblivious than you believe I am, Moonjo. Did you really believe I had a toothache? What about yesterday when me and Jieun happened to be close to your office? All these things that I have done to see you.

It appears you have an admirer."

part 2

#seo moonjo #strangers from hell #hell is other people #moonjo x reader #moonjo #jongwoo #moonjo fic #kdrama #stalker

[thulhu]

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♡ Not Alone ♡

Six-Eared Macaque ♡

Steady... Calm... Slow...

Being with Macaque challenged you in ways no one else had... in ways no one else will...

Gaining the trust of the black-haired monkey took a long time... a very long time... years... Many years...

Being yelled at, lashed out at, pushed away, ignored, you endured it all for your friend... For him.

Being the only one to stay with him for this long with all the mental strain his actions have on you he grew quite fond of you.

Even more than that. He needed you. Desired you. You were the only true friend he had. More so than Wukong…

You often came over to his dojo bringing lunch and making sure he doesn't push his body over its limit.

Sometimes when you would come over he wouldn't be in the training area and you would have to look for him only to find him on the couch wrapping his bleeding body in bandages.

You've helped him wrap them more than you'd wish you’d had to... while giving him an ear full of course about how he needs to be more careful when he goes out.

But there are times when he's not training or busy with his “side jobs” as he puts it and be “bored” enough to come over to your home, you'd often smile at the excuses he'd come up knowing that he really just wanted to see you.

Today though he didn’t come over nor did he yesterday day, or the day after that... worried something might have happened to him you decided you would visit and see if he was at the dojo.

Despite how he acts he never leaves for more than a day without telling you so, as to not upset you... and avoid an ear full...

Grabbing your bag you quickly head over to the secluded home of the monkey demon and let yourself inside.

Silent...

Wandering around you see he's not doing the usual hours-long exercise you often saw. Glancing around a bit more you didn't see him in the small kitchen or on the couch.

Remembering how small his home was there was only one place left to check, that being his room...

Even though you were close enough to him where he could put actual TRUST in you did not mean he was comfortable with you being in his room.

That was a rule he instructed you to follow when he first started allowing your visits, and you had always respected that.

But this was different...

If he was here then he would have long since known you were in his home thanks to his hearing and yet he hasn't come out to see you.

Gradually approaching the door to his room you stopped right in front of it debating whether or not you should knock.

Pushing past your nervousness you gently tapped be door aware of his sensitive hearing.

*knock* *knock*

Silence...

It was deafening silent, almost like it had gotten even quieter...

‘Maybe he isn't here after-’

*shift*

Thoughts are cut off by the sound of fabric shifting only the be replaced by footsteps approaching the door.

Having regretted your actions slightly now KNOWING he was in there probably resting makes you even more nervous, worried you might have upset him now.

Hearing the knob jiggle as the door slowly creaked open you met the face of a messy-haired monkey who didn’t look amused.

“Thought I told you to never go near my room.”

“Y-yes but when you didn’t come over I was worded something might have happened to you, I don’t mean to bother you if you were resting… I’m sorry.”

Not looking up to meet his gaze you simply stared at your feet waiting to be yelled at again.

Silence

“ *sigh* hurry up.”

Whipping your head up you're met with his back as he’s waking inside the room. Quickly following after him you turn and gently shut the door behind yourself.

Looking back seeing him sit on the edge of his bed, elbows resting on his knees looking down at the floor with a black expression.

Making your way next to him noting that he isn’t injured in any way, that for the moment set your heart at ease.

“May I?”

Gesturing with your hand next to him asking to sit on the bed with him, the only response you got back was a short exhale through his nose.

Taking a seat next to him it was silent for a moment, the tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife.

“I’m glad your ok. I was worried you might have gotten into another’s fight but I see I probably only bothered you while you were resting.”

“…”

“I don’t wanna take too much of your time from relaxing so I’ll make this quick.”

Reaching into your bag you pulled a medium size box wrapped in black wrapping paper and topped with a red bow.

Finally looking up at you he looked down at your hand holding out the box to him. Slowing taking it he held it in his hands staring at it.

“When I saw it I thought it might be something you’d like so I figure I’d give you an early New Years' gift.”

Slowly peeling back the paper he saw it was a pair of noise-canceling headphones.

Turning with a surprised and confused expression he stared at you.

“Why would you buy this for me?”

“Isn’t it obvious six-ears?”

Smiling at him he turned to look back at the box before placing it down on his nightstand and then looking back at you.

“Why do you care?”

“Huh?”

“Why would care about someone like me.”

Taken aback by his words you thought about it. Why did you care? It’s not like he did anything special. You just noticed someone hurting and wanted to reach out.

“Because you were hurting.”

The shock was all you could read off his face but you continued.

“I thought you might need some help but I didn’t reach out because I pitted you I just wanted to know that you were ok and after a while, I started to care for you even more. It's as simple as that.”

He didn't know what to say. I mean what would he even say to that?

Reaching out you place your hand on his smiling at him you lean closer to him and rest your forehead on his.

“You're not alone anymore.”

“...”

“...”

“...Thank you.”

“Of course Plum.”

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Sorry if this story was not what you were hoping for but please tell me what you think of it!

Thank you for reading! ♡

#lmk au #lmk macaque #lmk #lmk macaque x reader #lego monkie kid macaque #lego monkie kid #lego macaque #lego monkie kid macaque x reader

[burgundybmw]

You Belong With Me

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Nancy Wheeler x Fem!Henderson!Reader , Nancy Wheeler x Jonathan Byers (Temporarily)

Word Count: 7,334

Warnings: Love Triangle, Jonathan slander (I love him as Will's brother, but hate him as Nancy's boyfriend), and I think that's it?

Summary: Barbara Holland, Nancy Wheeler, and Y/N Henderson were the closest of friends growing up. They had sleepovers, braided each others hair, and spent hours talking and giggling on the phone. Y/N loved Barbara, and so did Nancy, but the two girls always had a rather intense friendship beyond the trio. That all changed when Barbara died, and it only got worse when Nancy started dating Jonathan. You see, Y/N Henderson was in love with Nancy Wheeler, and seeing her with Jonathan Byers ate her up inside. Their friendship was doomed from the moment she saw how she looked at him.

Over a year passes and Y/N makes new friends, tries to forget about the girl she spent years dreaming about. She gets a job at the ice cream shop in the mall alongside her new best friend Robin, a girl who understands what's she's going through, and Steve, the ex-boyfriend of the love of her life. Y/N wishes that was the strangest thing that happened to her that summer, but Hawkins always has a bad habit of bringing back stranger things.

Author's Note: I saw a trend on TikTok where you use a bunch of filters and write a fic based on what you get. Here were my results: Sibling- Dustin Henderson/ Love Interest- Nancy Wheeler / Best Friend- Robin Buckley / Rival- Upside Down Monsters / Trope- Love Triangle / Other Person In Love Triangle- Jonathan Byers / Random AO3 Tag- Hurt/Comfort / Random Quote- “he always had been, and always will be, somewhat of a menace to society” / Taylor Swift Song Inspo- You Belong With Me /

This is the fic that resulted in those filters, hope you guys enjoy! Also I'm an idiot and accidentally deleted the original post, whoops! Thankfully I saved it on Word!

Scoops Ahoy wasn't a terrible summer job. There were some good benefits, like free ice cream, and getting paid to hang out with her best friend. There were some not so good benefits, like dealing with rude customers, and wearing that stupid sailor hat. However, the one thing that Y/N Henderson thought about the most was seeing Nancy Wheeler with her boyfriend Jonathan Byers, pointedly avoiding looking into the mall's frozen confectionery joint. Whether that was a benefit or not was still up for debate.

The thing was, Y/N hadn't spoken to Nancy in eight months. If you were to ask her two years ago, she'd tell you that you were crazy. Y/N and Nancy were best friends, closer than blood, but that wasn't the case anymore. They stopped being that close after Barb died, and they stopped speaking all together when Nancy told her she was dating Jonathan. Y/N could remember the fight like it was yesterday, the day her heart shattered in a million tiny pieces.

"What the hell are you talking about?! I thought you were dating Steve! When did this happen?!" Y/N was so confused, Nancy had been giving her radio silence since Halloween. They had gotten into a brief argument when Y/N said she wanted to go to Trina's Halloween party. Nancy had thrown a fit, told her not to go. She didn't understand why she was so upset. It was just a lame high school party. Nancy said the last time she went to a party with a friend Barb died, and that shut her up real quick. Both girls held onto the guilt of their friend's death. Nancy for hooking up with Steve and asking Barb to leave, and Y/N for refusing to go in the first place. This fight wasn't like the last one, this felt more personal to Y/N.

"I don't see why you're so mad. Why do you even care that I'm dating Jonathan now?" Nancy replied, rolling her big doe eyes at her. They were in Nancy's room, she asked Y/N to come over that morning to talk. She didn't know what she was walking into when she crossed the threshold of the Wheeler house, but this certainly wasn't it.

"Um, maybe because he took creepy pictures of you half naked?! I mean holy shit Nancy, that's so wrong!" Steve might have been a tool, but he wasn't a creepy stalker. Y/N remembers watching Steve break Jonathan's camera after he found out about the pictures. Nancy got so mad at him for it, and for the life of her Y/N didn't stand why. If Nancy was her girlfriend she would have punched Jonathan square in the face for invading her privacy like that, but Nancy wasn't her girlfriend, and never would be.

"He apologized for that..." Nancy started before Y/N interrupted her.

"Ugh, barely! And you forgave him way too quickly for it. That was such gross boy behavior I can't even begin to tell you. Also, pretty sure it's very fucking illegal." Y/N really should have known better. Nancy had been giving hints about Jonathan for the past year, telling her he wasn't so bad. It didn't matter, she would never forgive him for what he did. The only reason she forgave Steve was because he didn't actually spray paint that garbage on the theater, and cleaned it up himself after dropping Tommy H and Carol as friends. The fact that he let her punch him in the face too helped.

"He wasn't trying to take naked pictures of me, he was trying to find his brother." She was still trying to defend it, like that was a totally reasonable thing to do.

"He still did it though! And he developed the photos anyway! How can you not only justify that, but defend it! Besides, when did you even break up with Steve, I thought you guys were fine?" Y/N didn't want Nancy with either of them, but if she had to pick at least Steve was somewhat decent. Dustin idolized him, and Y/N couldn't hate someone her brother loved so much.

"Halloween... I think." Nancy murmured, she was fiddling with the end of her sweater, something she only did when she was nervous or lying. Y/N knew all of her tells, she knew Nancy like the back of her hand. She smelled shit, and Nancy was full of it.

"You think. How do you not know when you broke up with the boyfriend that you've been dating for a year?!" This wasn't like Nancy. The Nancy she knew was confident, so sure of herself and everything she did. This Nancy was timid and shy. It bothered Y/N to the core.

"Well, we didn't really formally break up. It was more like we fought and just decided to not be together anymore. It was an unspoken thing." Unspoken. How the hell do you break up with someone unspokenly.

"Was that before or after you hooked up with Jonathan." Y/N couldn't control the venom in her voice. She knew it was wrong to throw that in her face, to imply what she did, but in the moment she didn't care. How the hell did Jonathan Byers earn Nancy's affections when he didn't even fucking know her, and she couldn't.

That was the root of the whole thing. Y/N could never be objective when it came to Nancy's relationships, not when she wanted to be with her instead. Y/N Henderson had been in love with her since they were kids. She fell in love with Nancy when she still wore her hair in pigtails, and hadn't stopped since then.

No one knew she was gay. She never told a soul. Not even Dustin, who she shared everything with. She used to feel bad about keeping the secret, until she noticed Dustin keeping secrets from her too. Ever since Will disappeared, and then come back 10 days later seemingly back from the dead, everyone Y/N cared about started keeping secrets from her. It was starting to get on her last nerve.

"Oh don't you judge me Y/N. You don't even know what it's like!" Nancy yelled, getting the same pissy attitude her brother had.

"I don't know what it's like? Really, Nancy? I know that I would never go out with a boy who did something like that!" Y/N was yelling at her. She hated yelling at Nancy, but she just wasn't listening to her.

"Oh it's so easy for you to say that Y/N! So easy for you to talk out of your ass about how boys are!" Nancy's voice was louder now, getting right in her face with it. She hated it, she hated Nancy looking at her like she was being ridiculous. Nancy was in the wrong, not her.

"How boys are?! Christ Nancy do you even hear yourself! How the hell wouldn't I know! That's all you've been talking about for the past two years!" She was so sick and tired of hearing about this stupid shit. Sick of arguing over it. It was all so stupid.

"Well it's not my fault you don't like boys!" Nancy screamed, and then it was silence. So quiet you could hear a pin drop. She hit the nail right on the head with that one. Threw the one thing in Y/N's face that she'd been terrified about herself for as long as she could remember. Y/N couldn't look at her, couldn't speak to her. She just walked right out of Nancy's door, slamming it shut behind her. They hadn't spoken since.

After that fight, Y/N started walking home in the rain. She was too afraid to call her mom to her pick her up, she didn't want to explain to her what happened. She walked in the rain until she crashed into someone on a bike, they were whipping around a corner as she was crossing the street. It was Robin Buckley, a girl she was in band with. They didn't speak that often, but knew of each other's existence.

When she crashed into Y/N, she started rattling off apologies, telling her she was trying to pick up maple syrup for her french toast but got caught in the rain. Robin noticed that she was crying, and when she asked her what was wrong, Y/N let the floodgates loose. Right there in the middle of the street. Nobody around to hear her confession in the storm. Y/N told Robin everything, that she was gay, in love with her best friend, how said best friend just broke her heart, and even though she was heart broken, she knew that she would never stop loving Nancy Wheeler.

After she was done, the panic settled in. The weight of what she just said to a near stranger paralyzing her with fear. Until the unexpected happened, Robin laughed. Not a cruel laugh, or a making fun of her laugh. It sounded like relief. That's when Robin told her that she was gay too, that she didn't think she'd ever meet another gay person in all of Hawkins in a million years, and yet she literally crashed into one. Both girls laughed in the rain, before Robin asked if she wanted to come over her house for french toast. Y/N agreed, and they've been best friends ever since.

They spent the rest of the school year glued to the hip. Robin would wax poetic about Tammy Thompson and Vickie from band, and Y/N would vent about Nancy Wheeler. They'd stand next to each other on the bleachers with their ridiculous band uniforms on, whispering to each other between music numbers. She would watch Jonathan and Nancy take pictures of the cheerleading squad, and Y/N would dream about the day that Nancy realized that he wasn't good for her. That she would wake up from whatever fantasy she made up with him, and find that Y/N was the person she was really looking for. The one who had been there for her the entire time. Who knew her better than she knew herself. She knew it was just a fantasy, you can't make someone love you. Especially another girl.

When the school year ended, Robin and Y/N decided to look for summer jobs together. They both applied to the new ice cream shop in the mall, and on the first day they both realized that they weren't working alone. Steve Harrington also got a job at Scoops Ahoy, and when he saw her he was instantly relieved that he was working with a familiar face. Y/N was surprised he was so excited to see her, considering what she did a year prior. Steve had told her that he deserved it, and to let bygones be bygones. Robin wasn't too thrilled at first, but both girls couldn't help but enjoy working with Steve.

She got to know him better those first couple of weeks, and he kept begging her to tell him about what Dustin was up to at camp. It was sweet, how much he cared about her brother. That's what really sold Steve to her. She saw how much he changed over the past year. He was still a bit full of himself, but he wasn't the tool she made him out to be. The only fuck up he made was when he asked why she wasn't hanging out with Nancy anymore, but kept his mouth shut when she gave him the iciest glare she could muster, colder than the ice cream freezer they used daily.

Today, Y/N was up at the front counter reorganizing the to go cups, when she heard a ding from the bell behind her.

"Ahoy! My name is..." Y/N started before she realized who was standing there. Nancy Wheeler, alone, in all of her glory. Her heart was pounding in her chest, Nancy was the last person she expected to walk into Scoops Ahoy. The words were caught in her throat, as she stared helplessly at the girl in front of her.

"Hi Y/N..." Nancy sounded awkward, unsure of herself. A similar tone she had the last time they spoke all those months ago. Y/N didn't like it then, and she didn't like it now.

"Uh hi, um, what are you doing here?" Y/N asked, there were plenty of other ice cream shops in Hawkins. She knew that Nancy purposefully avoided this one, she saw her speed walk past the entrance every time she came to the mall.

"To get ice cream?" Nancy replied lamely, she was fiddling with the bottom of her shirt. Lie.

"We both know that's not the real reason..." She really wished Robin and Steve would come back from their breaks soon. She didn't want to be alone with Nancy.

"Look," Nancy sighed, "I just wanted to, um, talk to you? If that was okay?" Y/N couldn't wrap her head around why. It had been months of radio silence, walking around school like they were strangers, why now? Before she could respond, Robin walked into the front door of the ice cream shop, completely oblivious to the girl at the counter.

"Y/N you would not believe who I just saw fall flat on their face in the food court!" Robin began before realizing they weren't alone. She looked between Nancy and her, raising her eyebrow as a silent question: Are you okay?

"Hey Robin, would you mind running the counter for a bit? I'm gonna go on break now." She had already taken her break, but she hoped Robin would understand what she really meant to say.

"Are you sure you wanna go now? You usually take them later?" Robin was giving her an out, knowing all the complicated details of her relationship with Nancy, she was such a good friend to her.

"Yea I'm good thanks." Y/N replied as she took the sailor hat off of her head. Robin nodded and switched spots with her behind the counter. Y/N started walking towards the door, Nancy following closely behind. Once they made it out, Y/N lead Nancy to the employee's only hallway of the mall, she wanted privacy for the conversation they were about to have.

"Okay, so what did you want to talk about?" Y/N asked, trying to present herself as calm as a cucumber, but inside she was a nervous wreck.

"I wanted to apologize... What we fought about, God, it was so stupid. You were right, and I was being a shitty friend." Nancy's eyes were glassy as she spoke to her, the threat of unshed tears just over the horizon. Y/N couldn't stand it when Nancy cried, it always broke her heart a little bit each time.

"Yea, you were being a shitty friend," Y/N began, "but so was I. I shouldn't have thrown what happened with Jonathan in your face like that. It was wrong, and I'm sorry..." Instant relief flooded her veins. It was as if a massive weight was lifted off of her shoulders. She didn't want to be angry with Nancy anymore, not for something she couldn't change. It wasn't right.

"You weren't wrong though... What happened between Steve, Jonathan, and I was messy. I was just insecure about it and lashed out at you..." Nancy took a deep breath, willing the tears to stay back. "You're my best friend, and I pushed you away. I've been so lost since Barb died, and I didn't even consider your feelings too. I was so selfish. I saw you walk in the halls and ignored you because I was too afraid to talk to you. I thought I broke us..." Y/N didn't know when he brain made the decision to hug her, but her body moved to do it as soon as she heard the first sniffle. She hugged Nancy tight, the smell of her floral shampoo an old comfort she had nearly forgotten about.

"You didn't break us. You know I'll always be here for you Nancy. We had a bad fight, but it's going to be okay" Y/N ran her fingers through her friends hair, the soft curls wrapping themselves between each digit. She could feel Nancy sink into her, not an inch between them.

"I missed you so much Jellybean..." Y/N's heart soared at the old nickname. Nancy started calling her that in kindergarten after she got a jellybean stuck in her ear. She didn't remember how it got there in the first place, but the nickname stuck too.

"I missed you too Fancy Nancy..." She could feel her giggles against her chest, and as much as it ached, she knew everything was going to be okay. Whatever happened in the future, she knew that she wouldn't leave Nancy's side, never again.

Weeks went by as the girls picked up right where they left off. Like it was easy. Nancy would come by Scoops Ahoy on her days off and update her on what was going on in her life. What Mike and the kids were up too, how her relationship with Jonathan was going, and her new job at the Hawkins Post. Y/N hated that they weren't taking her seriously, and told her as such.

"Those stupid man-boys wouldn't know a good story if it flew right under their nose. You're way too good to be dealing with that shit, I'm sorry they suck" Nancy chuckled over her vanilla ice cream, always with rainbow sprinkles.

"Yea, but it's a good job to put on a resume. Thank you for saying that though, Jonathan just doesn't get it when I talk to him about it" Y/N had to fight the urge to roll her eyes. She hated the dull look on her face when she would talk about how the men at the post treated her, or when Jonathan disappointed her.

"He's a guy. Of course he doesn't get it," Y/N began before she could tell her mouth to shut up before she reveals too much, "you know, you have a smile that could light up all of Hawkins, and I haven't seen it since you started working at the post with Jonathan."

"I'm fine Jellybean, promise" But she knew Nancy better than that. She wasn't fine, and Y/N didn't know what she was doing with men like that. Men who didn't listen to her, or understand where she was coming from. She didn't deserve it.

"Whatever you say Nancy..." And that was the end of it. Nancy changed the subject, and Y/N had to pretend that her heart wasn't pounding in her chest. When Nancy walked out the door, Y/N turned around to see Robin's concerned face. Steve wasn't back on break yet, he always took it when Nancy came to visit, so they were alone in the store. Not a nosy customer in sight.

"Are you okay?" Robin asked as she filled a small cup with S'mores Galore, her personal favorite.

"I will be. It's nothing new, I'd rather have her be in my life talking about her dumb boyfriend than out of it" She knew she was being a bit unfair towards Jonathan. He might not be her favorite person in the world, but she couldn't say he was all bad. Y/N knew what it was like to be an older sibling without a second parent in the house; it was hard and you had to grow up much faster than other kids. Jonathan was an excellent brother to Will, and a great son to Joyce. He just made shitty choices and decided to date the love of her life, so she allowed herself to hate him just a little bit.

"Yea I guess... but you know I'm always here to talk if you need to. It can't be easy hearing the person you love talk about loving someone else. I only had a crush on Tammy and it nearly destroyed me watching her look at Steve the way she did, I can't even imagine what it must be like for you. Sounds like pure torture." Y/N loved Robin's honesty, but sometimes her comments hit a little too close for comfort. It could be torture, but a torture she could endure.

"It is what it is. Who knows, maybe when I go to college I'll find a girl who actually likes other girls... I could finally move on from her..." Deep down she was afraid nobody would hold a candle to her best friend, that she would have to settle for second best. The thought kept her up at night.

"You and me both sister" Robin chuckled. A part of her wished she could have fallen in love with Robin instead, a girl who could actually love her in return. They tried kissing once many months ago, it was the first kiss either of them ever had. At first it was a peck, and then they tried making out a bit to see if anything would happen. Both girls decided that it just wasn't right for them, that they didn't feel any type of spark. They both decided to stay platonic best friends, with a capital P as Robin so lovingly referred to it. No awkwardness followed the kiss, something Y/N appreciated whole heartedly. She didn't know what she would've done if the kiss ruined their friendship. One friendship break up was enough for a life time.

"What are you girls talking about?" Steve asked as he walked into the front doors of Scoops Ahoy.

"Nothing you need to worry about, dingus" Steve rolled his eyes at the familiar nickname and got back to work. Completely oblivious to the conversation they had before. It was better that way, Y/N didn't know how he would react if he knew the truth. That not only was Y/N Henderson gay, she was in love with his ex girlfriend.

"Oh by the way Steve, Dustin comes home from camp tomorrow." A massive smile spread across his face as he bombarded her with questions about her brother. She neglected to tell him that he was coming by the shop the next day, Dustin had told her he wanted to surprise him. She didn't know how and when her brother and Steve got so close, but you would never hear any complaints from her.

Y/N was sitting on the couch in her sailor uniform when she heard a pounding at the door. She didn't have to be at Scoops Ahoy for another couple hours, and she had the house to herself. Dustin was at the mall with Steve, a place he spent most of his days recently, and her mom was out running errands. At first she thought it was her brother, probably freaking out because he lost his house keys again, but to her surprise it was Nancy at the door. Her eyes filled with tears and smudged mascara.

"Oh my god Nancy what happened?" Y/N didn't hesitate to wrap her arms around her friend. She hadn't seen her this upset in years, not since Barb died.

"I think I just broke up with Jonathan..." Nancy sobbed. She hated the brief flash of joy she felt when Nancy spoke, it wasn't fair to her. Y/N nodded and held her hand as they walked up to her bedroom. Once she sat Nancy down on her bed she ran downstairs to get her a glass of water and box of tissues. When she finally got upstairs she found Nancy looking at the picture of the two of them right before High School started on the nightstand. Barb had taken the picture, and it was one of her most prized possessions. Y/N ignored the flutter in her chest, Nancy looked at that photo with such fondness it nearly tore her apart.

"Tell me what happened..." Y/N said as she rubbed circles on her friend's back, doing as much as she could to comfort her.

"We got in a fight... I got us both fired from the Hawkins Post because of a lead I had. I know it's a good story Jellybean, but they just wouldn't listen. Jonathan was upset because he needed the job, and he basically called me spoiled for not understanding why he was upset. As if I'm stupid..." Y/N knew about the Byers financial situation, and it definitely wasn't easy, but she wasn't about to tell Nancy that.

"Like I get it, his family doesn't have a lot of money, but he could always get another job. I will stuck being belittled because I'm a woman for the rest of my life. He basically defended how they treated me because they got him a job! Like he didn't even care how I was feeling! And when I told him how humiliated I was, he just told me that the real worlds sucks! That I just had to deal with it!"

"Are you fucking serious?!" Y/N was fuming now. It was one thing to be ignorant of how Nancy was treated at her job, it was another thing to be complacent and tell her to lay down and take it.

"Yes! He sounded just like the assholes at work! And god, when I told him I shouldn't have even bothered venting to him in the first place, and should have gone to you instead, he nearly lost it!" Y/N's chest felt tight, frustration, aggravation, pride, and lovesickness swirled inside of her.

"What did he say?" She whispered, not trusting her mouth at the moment.

"That's the crazy part, he just told me I should just date you instead if you're the only thing I talk about! He kept saying that I was obsessed with you! That during our entire relationship all I cared about was Y/N Henderson! I mean, Jesus, he accused me of being secretly in love with you!" Nancy rambled, and Y/N swore her heart stopped. Hope bloomed inside of her, that maybe her feelings weren't unrequited after all. She was scared, terrified of letting herself feel that hope. It was a dangerous thing.

"Why, uh, why would he say that?" She swore her tongue tripled in size, it was nearly impossible to speak.

"Hell if I know! Of course I love you! You're my best friend! That's totally normal! I even told him that, I said it wasn't my fault that he didn't have a friendship like ours!" Nancy rambled, her mouth running a mile a minute, "Like of course I want to be with you all the time, especially after our fight! God Jellybean, you don't even know, all those months of silence nearly killed me. It felt like my heart was ripped out of my chest. I cried myself to sleep almost every night. I didn't cry that much after Steve and I broke up, or in the car on my way here. When I said it felt like I broke our friendship, it's because it broke me. That was more of a break up than any relationship I've ever had!"

Y/N didn't know what possessed her to do what she did. Every fiber of her being was lit up like an electrical storm. She didn't think, didn't hesitate for a second, before she pressed her lips against Nancy's. Y/N could taste the strawberry chapstick she always wore over her lipstick, could feel the soft curls of her hair as she gently held her face. This was the feeling she was looking for when she kissed Robin, the instant fireworks, the spark. It was everything she ever wanted it to be, until she realized Nancy wasn't kissing her back, and then reality sank in. She pulled back to see her best friend, the love of her life, look at her like she was a stranger. Her eyes were wide, eyebrows shot up to her hairline, and her mouth was wide open in shock.

"Oh my God... Holy shit Nancy, I'm so sorry. I, I, I don't know what came over me! I'm sorry, please don't hate me!" Y/N pleaded, but Nancy just continued to stare at her. The silence was deafening, and she couldn't take it. So Y/N did what felt best, and ran right out the door. She grabbed the keys to her car and drove right to Scoops Ahoy, nausea and fear nearly consuming her. She had kissed her best friend. Nancy knew she liked girls. It felt like the end of the world.

As it would turn out, her kiss with Nancy wasn't the worst thing to happen to Y/N Henderson that day. In fact, it wasn't even in the same ballpark. When she rushed into Scoops Ahoy, she found her brother, Steve, Robin, and Lucas' little sister Erica forming a plan to defeat Russian spies that broke into Starcourt Mall. Dustin yelled at his sister for getting involved, something he desperately wanted to avoid. Y/N yelled at him for keeping secrets, and Steve told them both to shut up while they were stuck in some secret elevator underneath the mall.

Hours passed like that, the five of them in the elevator. Y/N forced her brother to tell her everything, that she wouldn't allow anymore secrets between them, and he did. He told her about this girl named Eleven who had psychic powers and came from Hawkins Lab. He told her about the monsters that came out of this alternate dimension they called the Upside Down. He told her about how Will was trapped there for 10 days, and how they all got him back. He told her how this Eleven girl had closed the gate, and that apparently Russians were plotting something underneath Starcourt mall. Her brain was overloading with information, and it took her almost an hour to come to terms with it. Robin had made a joke and said she was just as clueless as she was, but she didn't feel like laughing. Once she figured it all out, she smacked her brother on the back of the head for lying to her, and hugged him so tight with the fear of potentially losing him.

Y/N Henderson had started her morning like any other day, but it ended in a nightmare of kissing Nancy Wheeler and getting drugged by Russian spies. Dustin and Erica had helped them escape, but Y/N was too delirious to be of much help. They sat them down in the movie theater, until Steve thought of the brilliant idea of leaving. Now, the three of them were puking their guts out in the Starcourt bathroom.

"The room stopped spinning for me, is it still spinning for you guys?" Robin asked in the other stall.

"Holy shit. No." Steve replied.

"All good over here sailor scout!" Y/N shouted from the last stall.

"Do you think we puked it all up?" She certainly hoped so, puking was never fun.

"One way to find out, hey Steve?" Y/N asked.

"Yea Miss. Henderson?" She chuckled at the nickname.

"Ask me a question, let's play honesty hour." Steve took a moment to think of something before he spoke.

"When was the last time you peed your pants?" Normally, Y/N would have been grossed out by the question, but she couldn't care less in that moment.

"I almost peed my pants today when I kissed Nancy, does that count?" The bathroom became so quiet you could hear a pin drop. She knew she should have been terrified by what she revealed, but the Russian truth serum's euphoria remained in her system. Robin slowly dragged herself over to the stall, her eyes wide with surprise. She knew the depth of what she had just revealed, and was afraid for her. Steve crawled underneath the stall wall to sit next to her by the toilet, a matching surprised look on his face.

"You kissed Nance?" Y/N couldn't stop the words coming out of her mouth even if she wanted to, a bastardized confession inside the ceramic walls of the mall bathroom.

"Yea, I did. Her and Jonathan broke up and he accused her of being secretly in love with me. I was so psyched because duh, I've been in love with her since we were like 5, and so I kissed her like an idiot. Nancy didn't look as happy as I was, and I think I totally destroyed our friendship beyond repair. All because I fell in love with my best friend, who's a girl, a very pretty girl, but you know that Steve. You dated her. Also, I hated you a bit when you dated Nancy, but if it makes you feel better I hate Jonathan more. He sucks. He always had been, and always will be, somewhat of a menace to society. He took pictures of her half naked like a weirdo, and I wanted to punch him in the face. I still want to punch him in the face. I know he's like half way decent, but I still want to punch him in his very punchable face. All because he managed to snag Nancy Wheeler and I can't, because I was born a girl, who's gay, in fucking Indiana. It totally sucks. I wish I could have fallen in love with Robin, and I'm sorry Robs, but kissing Nancy was wayyyyyyyy better than kissing you. Not that you're a bad kisser! It was objectively a nice kiss, but it's because I only love you like a friend and I love Nancy in a I want to marry you and carry your children kind of way. I know that's impossible, and it makes me sad. I think we'd have cute babies. I'd hope they'd have curly hair and Nancy's nose, but my eyes and smile. But hey, I would even settle for her not telling the world I'm in love with her and completely destroying my life. Small miracles and all that jazz..." When Y/N stopped speaking, Robin thought it was a good idea to add her own word vomit confession too. She was such a good friend, and super fucking awesome for not leaving her alone with all of that.

"Do you guys remember what I said about Click's class? About me being jealous, and like, obsessed? It wasn't because I had a crush on Steve. It's because she wouldn't stop staring at him..."

"Mrs. Click?" Steve interrupted, but Robin smoothly continued.

"Tammy Thompson. I wanted her to look at me. But... she couldn't pull her eyes away from you and your stupid hair. And I didn't understand, because Steve would get bagel crumbs all over the floor. And he would ask dumb questions. And he was a douchebag. And- and you didn't even like her... and I would go home, and just scream into my pillow..."

"Oh..." Steve replied softly, "Holy shit"

"Holy shit" Robin and Y/N said at the same time. Steve took a moment to think, his eyes focused on the wall behind Y/N's head. Both girls waited with bated breath to hear what he had to say, the nerves finally sinking into them.

"I'm sorry I sort of stole both of the girls you guys liked. I get Nancy, Y/N, she's a total package. But Tammy Thompson? Seriously Robin? I mean, she's cute and all, but she's a total dud" Steve scoffed.

"She is not"

"Yea, she is. She wants to be, like, a singer. She wants to move to like, Nashville and shit" Y/N giggled to herself at the banter between Steve and Robin, instant relief flooding through her. Steve wasn't mad, or upset, or hateful. He was cracking jokes, just like he always did. She knew why Dustin adored him so much, and now she sort of adored him too. They were all laughing together, making fun of Tammy Thompson and her muppet voice, when Dustin and Erica busted into the bathroom.

"Okay. What the hell?"

They all tried to sneakily escape from the Russian spies, but it was no use. They were heavily armed and trained to dispose of them. The happy-go-lucky feeling was long gone, pure fear and anxiety replacing it. It was all of blur, one second they tried to sneak out the front doors of the mall, and the next they were all hiding behind one of the food court stands. That's when they heard the sound of a car crash, and looked up to see a young teenage girl Y/N didn't recognize and the rest of Dustin's friends. Then she noticed that Jonathan and Nancy where there. Her brother was overjoyed to see everyone, but she couldn't join him with the celebration. When she first made eye contact with Nancy, she couldn't discern the look on her face. It only made her panic more.

They all started talking about Russians and monsters, but Y/N was numb to it all. She was laser focused on Nancy, who was pointedly ignoring her again. Pure, unadulterated heartbreak devoured her soul. She went back to Jonathan, the kiss meant nothing, that had to be what had happened after she ran away. Y/N couldn't focus too much on her own feelings before the young girl, who she now knew as Eleven, collapsed onto the ground. That was the beginning of the end of Starcourt mall.

Y/N watched as the place she used to work caught aflame. The paramedics were attending to her wounds, but she was numb to all of it. She witnessed first hand of the monster that lived inside the Upside Down. It would haunt her nightmares for the rest of her life. They all fought it with fireworks and flames, anything to help Eleven defeat it. It was pure chaos, and filled with death. Chief Hopper and Max's brother Billy perished at the hands of the Mind Flayer, the name of the monster Dustin had supplied earlier. Y/N hadn't spoken to Nancy throughout the fight, too preoccupied with the task at hand, but now all she could do was watch as Nancy and Jonathan spoke in the distance. She couldn't hear what they were saying, but she could feel her heart break more when she watched him hug her. The paramedic placed the last bandage on her and told her she was all set to go. Y/N jumped at the opportunity to run away, she couldn't stand seeing anymore of Jonathan Byers rekindling his flame with Nancy. She didn't get too far before she heard Nancy shout her name. Y/N kept walking, ignoring the siren's call, before she felt a firm grip on her arm.

"Don't run away from me again" Nancy reprimanded, her eyes lit up from the fire a short distance away. Y/N refused to speak, she had enough truth telling that night to last a lifetime. Nancy waited a moment, waiting for her to say something, before she sighed and let go of her arm. It took every ounce of Y/N's strength not to run away.

"I'm driving you home" It sounded like a command, and she knew better than to argue with her, so she nodded and made her way over to Nancy's car.

The girls drove in silence as they made their way through Hawkins. Y/N was barely paying attention to the road, too focused on calming herself down. A million and one thoughts ran through her head. Why was Nancy driving her home? Did she not hate her? Was she taking her to Lover's Lake to dump her body? That last one was far fetched, Nancy wasn't a murderer, but she did see her wield a gun like she was born too. Crazier things have happened. Y/N was lost in her own head, and didn't notice when Nancy parked the car. She finally looked up from her lap to take in her surroundings, they were in the parking lot of a playground. Y/N didn't know why Nancy had taken her there instead of her house, but she didn't think she was gonna kill her anymore. Burying a body at a park was a bad idea, and Nancy was too smart for that.

"Do you remember the day we met?" Nancy asked, finally breaking the tense silence.

"Yea... it was here..."

"We were 4 years old. I had fallen off the swings and hurt my knee. You ran up to me and asked if I was okay, and I could barely answer you because I was crying so hard," Nancy chuckled, a fond smile on her face, "You got down on your knees, the denim overalls cushioning the wood chips on the ground, and kissed both of my knees. You said your Mom did it whenever you had a boo boo, and that love makes the pain go away..." Y/N was shocked she remembered all of that, they were both so young. The memories were old and blurry, but they were still there in her mind, and they were apparently crystal clear in Nancy's.

"Yea... Why are you bringing this up?" Y/N wondered, unsure where Nancy was going with her line of questioning.

"I think it was then..." Nancy paused, taking a moment to catch her breath, "I think that's the moment I realized I was different. I went home to my Mom and Dad and told them I met Y/N Henderson on the playground with Grandma... I told them that you loved me and how I wanted to marry you..." The nausea in her stomach was replaced with butterflies, that feeling of hope rushing through her. What Nancy was telling her, it sounded all too close to a confession.

"My Dad immediately shot me down of course, said girls can't marry other girls, that it was wrong. My Mom just told him I was confused, that it was just how little girls are. My Dad was satisfied with that, and I was too. I mean, parents aren't supposed to lie to their kids right? I was just confused?" Nancy turned to face Y/N, her eyes focused and sure, "I lived by that for years. Every time I looked at you a little too long to be normal, I just wrote it off as that's just how girls are. That it was normal to love your best friend like that, but it's not isn't it?" Y/N shook her head, no it wasn't, there was nothing normal about it.

"I liked boys too, still do, and thought I was satisfied with that. I thought I was satisfied with Steve, satisfied with Jonathan, and I very well could have been... If I never met you" Nancy reached for Y/N's hand and squeezed it tight. She was shaking, but her face was strong and determined. She didn't realize how much she missed that look on her best friends face until that moment.

"I always compared the boys I dated to you, Jellybean, and none of them could compare. You're the one that makes me laugh, even when I'm about to cry. You know my favorite songs, and you know all of my dreams for the future, and you were the one who was there all along. I was confused for so long, until the moment you kissed me. It was like a lightbulb went off in my head. I realized that it was something we could do, that it was something I wanted. I'm sorry I made you wait so long for me to catch up to what you already knew, but now I know for sure..." Nancy leaned over towards Y/N's seat, inches away from her face, and spoke the words she's wanted to hear for over a decade, "I belong with you Y/N Henderson"

Nancy leaned in and kissed her. She kissed her like she was finally coming up from air after she was drowning for so long. She kissed her like she was something to savor, slow, soft, and sweet. Y/N could feel her toes curl, her body singing with every moment of her lips against Nancy's. They kissed each other in that old playground parking lot like they had all the time in the world.

It was pure bliss, like something out of a love long.

A song Y/N never wanted to stop listening too.

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Storytime: Believing in Santa, or "I bet you were a delight"

Yesterday on a lunch outing with 5 work colleagues, 3 of whom are parents of kids under 10, plus myself and another young-ish woman who are childless but have enough dealings with sprogs... the conversation turns to Christmas and belief in things like Father Christmas/ Santa, the Tooth Fairy and whatnot.

After general sharing of stories including the parents talking about when their kid stopped believing, or had it told to them by an older kid, I shared my story of having a debate in primary school (y5 or y6, so age 9 or 10) about whether Father Christmas was real.

I had read the Hogfather by Terry Pratchett by that age and shared his solution to the conundrum: that many of these beings can be described as an anthropomorphic personification, and the more belief people have in it, the more real it becomes.

I really like this notion: it gives strength to magic, superstition, beliefs and faith alike. This is how religions rise and fall, how supernatural phenomena won't occur around skeptics and how some things are just ingrained into our collective psyche, because somewhere in our subconscious there is a grain of memory or residual belief about it. It waxes and wanes with the power of collective thought and storytelling, and for those that have time for it, it is as real as you make it.

I didn't say any of that following paragraph, just said the first bit about using it in a primary school debate and it being from Terry Pratchett and the Hogfather; to which the other young woman retorted, "Oh, I bet you were a delight".

I don't know whether I'm meant to be offended. At the time I laughed, and the conversation moved on.

But honestly, I worry that it was meant in a mean way and that kind of upsets me. I have always treasured being able to circumvent the breaking of the illusion and the loss of innocence. I love the fact that reading, an activity always pleasing to grownups, had given me that gift of knowledge and terminology for something I wanted to understand.

Sir Pratchett's influence on the nerdy, the neurodivergent and the not-very-cool is profound and far reaching even after his death. Of course, he was a bestselling author and millions of people have read his works, so I assume neurotypical people have also read his books!

I don't know if I should be sad that this person who called me sarcastically, "a delight", just never got the memo about the wholesome quirky cool that is Pratchett's worldview.

Maybe I am taking offence where none was intended - I guess having a 9 year old use big words could be annoying to adults, but I think it's a good thing. I really wish I could read half as voraciously as I did when I was a child. I miss getting lost in fantasy worlds of literature and by gosh I miss Terry Pratchett. It's it just nostalgia? Maybe. But also if I lose this shit, I probably lose even more of my identity and continue down the slope of depression and anxiety that began around that age. I keep getting told I look so young (I'm 31) and I know that ADHDers do grow up slower than their neurotypical peers. It takes longer for our brains to develop. The ADHD / Autistic brain doesn't "prune" neural pathways and the overlap can contribute to positive and negative elements of cognitive differences. E.g. improved pattern recognition vs sensory overload. I would cite the studies I have looked at, but I can't be bothered digging through my browsing history.

This is one of those times where I overthink the interaction and realise I'm possibly at fault for being "too much", or reflect on a childhood memory and have it reframed as another example of me being neurodivergent and not fitting in. But at that point in time, age 9 or 10, the other kids on my debate team seemed fine with me sharing my point and explaining it, as a means to an end in completing the class debate. I thought I was welcomed.

It's only with this comment, I find myself wondering how much of my past conduct was actually too much or too weird or too different for other people.

Ironically, this lunch came after we had an hour long presentation from the EDI (Equality, Diversity and Inclusion) team at work... where they specifically outlined how feeling "othered" can negatively affect behaviour.

Cool. Cool Cool Cool.

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The Reaper and the Death Angel Part 27

This is a very long chapter, I don't know whether that's a good thing or not.

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Part 26

Contains: Discussion of combat, war, combat injuries and PTSD, fluff, smut (finger, oral sex M and F receiving, CONSENT, predator/prey play, no CNC, P in V, semi-public sex) harassment, loosely follows the plot of 2x03.

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Fun times at the cabin

"I meant what I said y/n. You're mine." You smiled, kissing him under the stream of hot water as he rubbed your shoulders.

"I did too, I'm yours."

"Good morning beloved."

Jax groaned, rolling over to press a kiss to your cheek, "good morning Darlin." It was day two away from the chaos of Charming. You and Jax had spent yesterday walking through the woods and sitting in the hot tub between rounds of whatever debauched thing came into one of your minds.

"Sleep well?"

You smiled, Jax knew the answer, "after last night? Yes, I slept great, you?"

He smirked, "yeah me too." Just as you were about to lean in to kiss him, your stomach grumbles, "breakfast?"

You nodded then looked over at the clock, "more like brunch."

After a quick shower, you walk to the kitchen only to be greeted by Jax cooking shirtless, a tea towel hung over his shoulder, "now that's a sight I could get used to."

Jax huffed a laugh, "you would but your brother has breakfast made every morning before we get up."

You shook your head, "yeah, no matter how hard I try, he still gets up at five and buzz cuts his hair. Once a Marine, always a Marine."

Jax smiled softly, "did you spend a lot of time with Sam overseas?"

You nodded, "yeah his unit was part of our sister company, we were on the same base for months at a time."

Jax poured the pancake batter into the pan, "why didn't Sam go work for Anvil?"

You debated whether to tell him, you and Sam only talked about your time overseas in passing, and it wasn't like you sat Jax down and told him all the juicy details, "breakfast first, then I'll tell you everything your non-existent security clearance lets me."

Ten minutes later, Jax set a huge stack of pancakes in front of you topped with fruit and maple syrup, he had pancakes and bacon on his plate and you both had coffee and juice to drink.

"How will the security work with Anvil?"

You opened your phone and showed Jax the printout, "they won't run it, you'll send whoever over and they'll get a week of training. They'll do the cameras and the alarms and if you want, I'll help set up a database of high risk offenders to bar from entry if they ever do tours and meet ups."

Jax nodded, "I think that would put everyone's minds at ease, especially with what's going on with this new producer."

After breakfast, you sat down and the couch, legs touching, "what do you want to know?"

"Travis was at your place, I thought he only ran security for the lab. How do you guys know each other?"

You thought before replying, "he was our unit's EOD tec. Lost both his legs from the knee in an IED explosion." Jax had no idea, he really liked the man and would have never guessed that he had been through that.

"Shit, I had no idea."

You put a hand on his forearm, "it was a rough couple of days. The brass fucked up massively; for most of us it was the last straw. Come time to renew our contracts, no one stays and a few months later Billy had Anvil set up."

Jax nodded, "is that why Sam didn't join Anvil?"

You pressed your lips together in thought, "yeah, he still had years on his contract but by the time he got out he was done, it's why he landed here, he thought it would be quiet."

Jax seemed sad, "I'm sorry it didn't turn out that way." You shook your head.

"Nah, it's totally different. This isn't a war zone, things are much safer here. Plus it's easier to adjust to civilian life when there's a bit of drama." Jax didn't miss how you and Sam jumped at loud noises or that your hands were always ready to grab a gun.

"What were the guys like to start with? I know they love you now but it must have been an adjustment."

You nodded, "more for me than them, they had worked with women before and the unit they put me in was the best fit. It didn't stop me from sleeping with a knife under my pillow for months but combat makes everything easy, as long as I had their backs I was good."

Jax was clearly deep in thought, "I mean, some guys were women hating assholes but they weren't in my unit so I didn't really have to work with them that much. The locals were harder to deal with, when I identified someone's loved one some men wouldn't talk to me. Getting evidence was hard because the local cops hated that a woman outranked them. I'm glad it's over truth be told, I wouldn't trade my friends for the world but I saw a lot of horrible things."

Jax pulled you into a hug, "if you ever want to talk about it, I'm here." You were going to reply when the doorbell rang, it was Clay.

"What's he doing here?"

Jax shrugged, "no idea."

You got up and let him in, "shoes off please." Clay sat down, looking around the room, "what brings you here? We're in mobile range, you could have called first."

Clay waved his hand, "nothing's wrong, I just wanted to thank you for what you did the other day."

Jax didn't look impressed, "there's no need to thank me. You don't need to lie to me Mr Morrow, you're here for another reason."

He smiled a nasty smile, "you're right. I wanted your take on Donna." If looks could kill, Jax would have killed Clay a thousand times over.

"Which part, the fact that Tig killed her, the fact that you ordered it or the fact that I helped cover it up." To Jax's credit, he didn't react. Clay's jaw clenched.

"I could tell when I pulled up it was your fault, the look on your face said it all. Don't worry, I won't tell Opie, that's not my place to make that right and you won't have issues with me. I know you have to make hard calls, and I don't have the weight of running a Club on my shoulders. I only care about Opie and his kids, and no matter what he's going to need you guys, I'm not going to ruin that for him." Jax was silent, he felt like he was watching a lion stalk a mouse.

"However, you went behind everyone's back and got an innocent woman killed so I can't trust you or Trager with my safety. If anything happens to me, Sam, Jax or worse Abel, you both get bullets in your skulls."

Clay swallowed, "I would expect nothing less. I'm glad you can see the logical side of it."

He nodded his head at Jax, "see son, I knew your old lady had a good head on her shoulders, you could learn something from her." You put a hand on Jax's leg under the table.

Don't listen to him.

"Will that be all Clay? I'd like to get back to my break, Billy should be in touch soon about the security for the new porn business." Clay got up and left, Jax putting his head in his hands once the door was closed.

"What are you doing?"

Jax sounded more worried than angry, "he already knew I knew Jax. Now he knows that if he fucks up like he did with Donna he's dead. Jax this isn't about justice in the here and now, we have to play the waiting game, especially while Zobelle is still a problem."

Jax crossed his hands over his chest, "so you've got another grand plan?"

His tone was short, "no actually, I don't. Your brotherhood is built on a bond of trust that Clay and Tig broke. Right now we are flying blind because you can't trust your President or your Sergeant at arms. If you don't think they'll kill other members to secure their goal you would be very wrong."

Jax uncrossed his arms, walking away in a rage, "you don't think I know that? They almost killed my best friend. You said it yourself, only a coward shoot someone in the back of the head, if Tig had more honour…." You cut him off.

"If Tig had more honour, he would have trusted Opie in the first place. You don't think it killed me not to rip Clay's head off after the statement he just made about you? Jax we have to be smart about this."

The expression on Jax's face went from cycling between rage and distress to lust, then he was stomping up to you, backing you against the wall. You put both hands on his chest and he was crowding into your space. One of his huge hands was being woven into your hair and he was pulling your head aside to get at your neck.

"My smart girl, always ten steps ahead of everyone else, always got all the answers." His tone was almost mean, "and yet I've got you whimpering just from this. You really know how to give a man an ego."

You could tell that his teeth were leaving marks, "you had that ego long before me Teller."

He smirked, "are you saying I'm overconfident?"

You nodded cheekily, "yeah, I think you are."

He stepped back, "you got any way to prove that?"

You thought for a moment, "you keep saying how well you know these woods, let's make a bet. We start at piney's cabin, I get a ten-minute head start and we race to get back here. If you catch me before I get back here, I'll do whatever you want, within reason, for the next twenty-four hours."

He put his hands on the wall above your head, leaning his weight on them so he was crowded into your space, "you're on little girl, but I'll warn you, I went camping in these woods every weekend for years."

You smiled, running a single finger down his chest, "and I almost failed SERE school because I took it too seriously, nearly killed one of the guys who they sent after me in a bobby trap."

Jax's eyes went wide, "really?"

You nodded, "yeah, it was a big mess, the whole SERE team got in shit because the brass thought they should have been more prepared."

Jax didn't think he could be more into you, "shall we walk to the cabin together?"

Jax stuck his arm out, "after you my lady."

****

You walked out arm in arm, Jax smiling like an idiot the whole way, "what's SERE school?"

You smiled "Survival, Evasion, Resistance, and Escape. Basically, how to not get captured and if you do, how to not break under torture, then get away."

Jax's eyes went wide, "that's hardcore."

You nodded, "yeah, I fucked up there too. I made the guy who was interrogating me cry. He kept touching his wedding ring and I asked if his wife was cheating on him. Turns out she had just been in a serious car accident and was on death's door. I felt terrible but I passed that section with flying colours. She lived, by the way."

Jax shook his head, "you're kinda scary."

You pressed your head into his side, "only when I need to be." Jax leaned down and kissed your forehead, smiling as the cabin came into view. Piney wasn't there, having left for Club business so you sat on the tables.

"How's this going to work?"

Jax's tone was playful, "I run, you wait ten minutes, then you try to catch me. If I get to the cabin before you, I get to tie you up tonight and if you catch me before I get there, I'm your personal plaything for the next twenty-four hours."

Jax took your hand in his, "anything I shouldn't do? I feel like you've probably run from people through a forest before and I don't want to step on any land mines."

You smiled softly, "I'm good. Don't worry Jax, whenever I've run from someone and I don't want them to get me, they end up dead. Boby traps, remember?"

He bit his lower lips, "shit y/n, remind me never to piss you off."

You stood up, placing a hand on his face, "no cheating now Mr Teller, I would be very disappointed if I found out you didn't give me my head start."

He turned his head and kissed your hand, "I would never, you better get going now."

With one last glance, you were gone.

You took a less obvious path, one you had spied on one of your many walks with Jackson over the last two days, making sure not to make too much mess in case John had taught Jax how to look for disturbances on the forest floor.

As the ten minutes head start ended, you found yourself wanting to run back towards Jax, without the fear of an actual enemy, there was a strange rush of excitement. If you got away, you'd have fun, and if Jax caught you, you'd have fun. There was no pressure to win a friendly war game or prove you were just as good as your male colleagues, it was just you and Jax enjoying each other's company.

You could see flashes of the cabin from far away through the trees, but as you got closer, you could also hear Jax moving through the woods. He must have taken another route rather than following directly after you. You turned your head, catching a glimpse of Jax's blond hair through the trees. Normally use that against him but you couldn't stop yourself from laughing, part of it was that you were surprised he did so well and another was this weird nervousness.

You slapped your hand over your mouth hoping that he didn't hear you but you were wrong, his head snapped in your direction and he met your eye before running towards you. You turned tail and ran towards the cabin in the distance, trying to move through the trees as fast as you could.

Jax was gaining on you, his much longer legs making up ground faster than you could cover it. As you came out of the woods, you tried to turn but Jax had planned that and you ran right into his arms.

He was laughing just as loud as you, pulling you off your feet and spinning you around so he was blocking your path to the cabin. "I win." You shook your head and tried to wiggle from his grasp to no avail, he just held you tighter.

"Ok, ok, I concede." Jax smirked before tossing you over his shoulder and making the short walk to the front door. As he crossed the threshold, you laid one hard slap on his ass, Jax flinching, then breaking out into laughter again.

He dropped you on the couch, and you put a hand to your chest in hopes of slowing your racing heart. You sat up, pulling your T-shirt over your head and Jax descended upon you, kissing your sternum before making a path down your torso.

When he reached your stomach, he took a deep breath and blew a raspberry on your skin. "JACKSON", You laughed and batted him away softly, he paused and caught your hand, moving so he was laying on top of you, holding your wrists in one hand above your head.

He smiled down at you, "I love you so much."

You giggled, rubbing your noses together, "I love you too." Jax kissed you, soft and slow, one of his hands moving to unzip your jeans.

His forehead was pressed to yours as his fingers met your core. He smiled against your lips, "you spoil me."

You tilted your head as best you could, "how so?"

He pulled back, looking over your face, "by just being you."

He let go of your hands and placed them on the shoulder, bringing his attention back to your centre. "Please, don't tease."

Jax pressed his lips to your cheek, "oh, I'm sorry." His fingers became more insistent, rubbing in just the right way before he slid two fingers inside you.

"Does that feel good?"

You rolled your eyes at this tone, "you know it does, you insufferable ass." He pressed your G-spot a little harder, "you want to try that again?"

You bit your lower lip, "yes Jax, it feels good."

He smirked in victory, "good girl." Moving his lips to your neck, his fingers kept up their mission. Jax listened for the telltale catch in your breath before pulling away and grabbing your hand to help you up.

"Jax, don't be mean."

He laughed softly, "don't be greedy, I just wanted to move to the bed where you'd be more comfortable." He pulled you by the hand into the bedroom, wrapping his arms around you and kissing you then shoving you playfully onto the bed.

You reached your arms out, landing them on his jeans before removing his belt, unzipping them and pulling them down. You pulled him on top of you by his butt, squeezing the flesh over and over again.

"I love your peachy butt, have I ever told you that?"

Jax smiled into your neck, "you may have mentioned it before." You were smiling so hard your face was hurting, Jax was kissing down your body, stopping every now and then to suck a mark into your skin.

You put a hand on his chest, pressing gently and Jax looked up in concern, "is everything ok? "

You nodded, "yep I just wanted to suck your dick again, you good with that?"

He smiled, "hell yeah." You grabbed the hem of his shirt, helping him pull it over his head before flipping the two of your over so Jax was laying on his back.

You kissed his neck, nibbling the skin between his neck and his shoulder. Jax's hand was in your hair, rubbing your scalp lovingly. You reached his boxers, yanking them down as his cock sprung up and landed on his stomach.

You kissed across both thighs and down his leg, stopping to kiss the rough scar on his knee before making your way back up his body. You kissed the head first, then licked a line from head to base and back again.

Jax was breathing heavily, his hand rubbing your head rhythmically. You pulled his cock into your mouth, wrapping your hand around what your mouth wasn't covering, "that's it, my good girl." The hand on your head moved to grip your hair, curling so he could move your head, "can I fuck you face?"

He pulled your head away from his body so you could answer, "yep, if I need a break or I need to stop, I'll let you know."

You sild your mouth back over Jax and he stroked your face, with one last rub of his thumb over your cheek, his hips were moving. You moved one hand to play with his balls, Jax's head pushing against the pillow.

You went to remove your open jeans, taking the hand that was on his chest, you pulled them down then reached down to touch yourself. Jax stopped your before your could start, pulling you upward so you were straddling him. "Now I thought I was going to be in the driver's seat for the next twenty-four hours?"

You smiled down at him, "you are, I just thought you wanted me to do all the work."

Jax smiled, pulling you down to kiss you. As you relaxed, he sat up and used the momentum to flip you over. You place a hand on his chest, Jax lifting it up to his lips, "I love you." You placed your hand on his cheek, sitting up to kiss him.

Jax shifted his hips, the head of his cock resting at your entrance, "you want this." You nodded.

"Please."

****

The next twenty-four hours went by in a flash, and before you knew it, it was time to head home.

"I wish we didn't have to leave."

You rested your head on Jax's chest as he held you in his arms, "sadly beloved, we have to." He took your things to the car and you pulled away from the cabin.

An hour later you were home, having picked up Abel on the way. He was cooing and grabbing at your keys, "don't let your daddy see you do that, he'll get jealous."

Jax came up behind you, putting a hand on your lower back, "don't worry darlin, he'll grow out of it." You shook your head, "not if I have anything to say about it."

When you got inside, Sam waiting inside for you. He was dressed in a shirt and a pair of workout shorts. "Get lost sis, Jax and I have something to do."

You looked from your brother to your boyfriend, you had some ideas about what your brother was planning, "don't break his face too badly please."

Sam smiled, "don't worry, I won't hurt him any more than he can handle."

Jax looked worried, "good luck my love." You took Abel to the park, leaving Sam and Jax to have their fun.

****

"Have a shower then be in the gym, you have ten minutes." Jax was worried, Sam had said in passing that Jax could use more knowledge than just what he learnt from street fights, but he didn't think Sam would follow through.

When Jax got to the room that was your gym, Sam was standing in the middle of the room. "Do we have an issue?"

Sam shook his head, "no, I just need to know you can protect my sister."

Sam tossed Jax the hand wraps, "fix your hands, I'm already going to my ass handed to me from doing this, I don't need y/n to threaten to break my fingers if anything happens to yours."

When Jax was done, he stood in front of Sam, ready to start throwing punches. As he raised his hands, Sam was already on him, it was like trying to fight a firestorm. His back was hitting the ground before he even felt the first hit.

Sam stepped back and gave him the chance to stand up before he hit the mats again, "if I wanted to kill you, you'd be dead." Jax didn't know how much time went by, all he did know was that he could bearly get a punch in. When he couldn't hold his arms up anymore, Sam let him go.

"You see why I'm worried?" Jax nodded, "you ready to fix that?" He nodded again, shifting to try to relieve the pain in his ribs. The next few hours were hell, Jax wasn't being hit anymore but through everything, Sam continued to point out that he couldn't fight against someone who was trained. Even with a wooden knife with Sam unarmed, he was losing.

But Jax was learning, Sam would pause every few minutes and much like you did when you taught, he wouldn't tell Jax what he did wrong, he would help Jax figure it out by himself. By the time they heard you come home, Jax could yank himself out of a chokehold and he knew where all the hidden soft spots of a man were.

Between sparring and rough anatomy lessons, Sam made Jax lift weights and do squats, reasoning that he needed to learn to fight even when he felt like he couldn't move. Seeing your face was like seeing an oasis in the middle of the desert.

"Come on dearest, I'll run you a bath and rub out your sore muscles." Jax practically sagged into your arms and you pressed his head into your chest, "he wasn't too hard on you?"

Jax shook his head, "fuck no, we'll be back at it tomorrow."

You smiled, "really? Good for you, but don't let Sam push you around, he lets power go to his head sometimes."

Sam threw a sweat soaked towel at your head "I'm not that bad."

You shook your head, "yes you are."

****

It became an almost everyday occurrence, after a while, you started to see the change in Jax. Not only was Jax gaining muscles slowly but he was faster on his feet, you could see the coil of his body when he was around people he didn't know or someone was being a loud drunk.

Three weeks after Gemma had been attacked, things seemed to be calming down. You were sitting at the park reading on a picnic blanket while Jax did paperwork for T-M.

"Homework?"

You held the book up, "The History of Human Meat. Sounds fun." Jax was walking over to you, "you know it?"

He shook his head, laying behind you, pulling your fingers to his lips, "no. When is your book coming out?"

You leaned some of your weight on his chest, "Two weeks."

Jax still had your hand in his, "this is actually kinda fuck up but I really want steak."

He smirked and slapped your hand over his crotch, "got a porterhouse right here for your Darlin."

You laughed, turning away from him, "oh Jackson, you are insufferable."

He grabbed your face in his hand, pulling your lips towards him, "give me a kiss." You pulled your head away with a smile, Jax holding your tighter and pressing a kiss to your lips.

He rolled on top of you, unbuttoning your shirt, "here?"

He smiled, "just us carnivores."

You put a hand on his shoulder, "omnivores, and I'm sure squirrels are watching."

He smiled and shook his head, shutting you up with a kiss. He put more of his weight into straddling you and you wound one hand into his hair. Then Jax's phone rang. You reached over a grabbed the phone, "CaraCara."

Jax didn't sound happy, when he huge up, his head fell against the ground. "Are all the girls ok?"

Jax nodded, "yeah, Clay's just doing shit over the Club's head, again."

You rubbed your face, "I'll go with, after everything with Georgie, Sam wants to ask Ima to move it and I've got to see how the security is going anyway. Maybe we can still enjoy our day."

Jax nodded and helped you, after packing away the picnic, you were off.

****

Jax pulled up, stopping his bike and pressing a kiss to your lips before running inside. As you waited, you could hear Ima's car pull up. When it finally came into view, the front end was scratched and one of the hubcaps was gone.

You ran up to the car, she was a mess when she got out, her hands shaking. "Oh my God, what happened?"

She was almost hyperventilating, "one of Georgie's guys followed me from my place, almost ran me off the road."

You put a hand to your forehead, "do you want me to call Sam? I'll get your car towed too." She nodded and you pulled her into a hug.

"Go inside and collect yourself, I'll call Sam then I'll be in." You sat back on Jax's bike, ready to try and stop your brother from flying into a rage over the phone.

"Samuel, I know how angry you are but this is a Club action, don't go shitting on Jax because you've got a bee in your bonnet. Ima needs you here with her now, not caving this guy's face in." You could hear something slam into a wall over the phone, judging by his grunt, it was probably his fist.

"I'll be there in five."

When Jax saw Ima walk in, he was immediately worried, he pulled himself away from his conversation with Luanne to comfort the woman. "What happened, Darlin?"

Ima shook her head, "Caruso sent someone after me, is Sam at T-M today?"

Jax nodded, "do you want to to call him?"

She shook her head, "y/n said she'd do it." Jax took Ima to the kitchen and got her a glass of water, then sat down with her and waited for your brother to arrive.

While you were waiting for Sam, Gemma turned up, then Clay and Tig right after her. Tig sat down next to you on Jax's bike, seemingly bored with what was happening.

Clay and Gemma were flighting over Gemma turning up for Luanne and not for whatever he needed. Just as you thought things were calming down and Gemma was going to go inside, Clay through a cinderblock through her window.

You jumped up and ran inside to get Jax, who was sitting next to a less upset Ima, "Jax, you better get out here." When you and Jax got outside, Clay was bashing the hood of Gemma's car.

After some back and forth, Clay was grabbing Gemma by the back of her shoulders. Jax ran up but before he could do anything Clay was pulling away, Gemma grabbing into you for comfort.

Sam showed up seconds later, taking in the scene with anger and confusion, "Ima's inside." You looked back at Jax, whose hands were shaking in anger.

"Stuff it down Teller, he doesn't need another reason to go against you."

****

They were all huddled in the garage, pouring over files. "y/n's guy wasn't able to find anything on Zobelle, not even a parking ticket. She said one thing did stand out."

Clay was looking over a handful of maps, "what?"

Sam glared at him, "he's untouchable, she thinks he might be working with someone but she's go no proof and looking could make things worse."

The conversation continued until it landed on Hale's loyalty to the town, then Gemma was coming in to tell Sam that Ima was ready to be picked up.

"You should have told me about Bobby taking over the books. I brought it to the Club, the was my action." Sam had stopped walking to the door when Jax spoke up, Clay calling Jax selfish was the last straw.

"I'm sorry Clay, but last I checked, we're all making money off this and it's getting us out from under the ATF. How is that a bad thing? Unless you want my sister to get shot in the back of the head too." The room went silent, Opie going stiff. Clay crossed his arms over his chest, "I'm not wrong and you all know it."

Sam left, slamming the door. Clay did not look impressed, Tig on the other hand, left the room to avoid Opie seeing the look of guilt on his face. It was becoming clearer to Jax that the Donna incident wasn't going away anytime soon.

**** You went to see Gemma after that morning, "how are you doing?"

Gemma shook her head, "didn't you see the car show this morning? He hates me." You shook your head, despite your feelings about Clay, you hoped he loved his wife.

"No he doesn't Gem, he just being him." The conversation devolved from there, when it became clear that it was about sex, your thoughts of Clay got even worse but then you could hear Sam and Jax's bike pull into the lot.

You went by the window, watching Ima, who seemed much better, kiss Sam before walking away. "You good with that?"

You shot her an unimpressed look, "yes, she's a nice woman and she makes Sam happy, she's moving in on the weekend. I won't hear anymore about it, if you have a problem with Ima, say it to her face."

Gemma smiled, "I expect nothing less from you." Just as you were about to reply, Jax walked in.

"Hello my love."

He pulled you into an embrace, "you coming to the wrap party tonight?"

You nodded, "hell yeah, the girls have a lot to celebrate." Jax said hello to his mother and she left, Jax sitting down next to you on the couch.

"What's wrong."

Jax took a deep breath, "Bobby knows something's wrong, he asked Sam and me what was going and the family bullshit excuse didn't fly."

You put your head in your hands, "it's not your place to tell anyone, Tig needs to be the one to make that right."

Jax nodded, "yeah I know, I just don't want this to blow back on the Club." He put a hand on your leg, "I've got church, talk later?" You nodded.

****

You and Ima left the house together for the party, you had chosen a simple dark green with thick straps and a just above the knee hem, while Ima had picked out a tight sky blue dress with a sash over the shoulder.

"How are you feeling after this morning?"

She pressed her lips together, "better, Sam's going to teach me how get away if it happens again."

You smiled, "I'd wear a helmet, there's a reason I don't let him drive my car."

When you walked in, Ima went over to Sam pulling him into a kiss. Your eyes landed on Jax, who was sitting with Opie, his eyes lighting up when he saw you.

"Hello my love." You went to get another chair but Jax yanked you onto his lap, "is everything alright?"

He nodded, "yeah, it seems Zobelle has his hooks further into charming than we thought."

You raised your eyebrows, "Hale, really? I don't buy it."

You sighed, "something's going on there, let me do some poking around."

Jax nodded, "you're amazing." You flopped your head onto his chest, "I'm going to talk to Luanne, she how she's doing with all this. I'll be back soon."

The conversation with Luanne was short, you talked mostly about Otto. You glanced through the window at Jax who was shrinking away from a woman who was in his space, "who's that?"

Luanne looked out the window, "another producer, she came looking for a partnership that she isn't going to get."

You shook your head, "I'm sorry you've been having so many problems."

She smiled softly, "things are on the up now. But I think you better go rescue your man."

You didn't, instead choosing to stand in the doorway, watching the scene from afar. Opie looked over at your imploringly and you shook your head, meeting eyes with Jax before disappearing into the bathroom.

"Look lady, I don't want to be rude but I've got a girl. There are plenty of guys here who will keep you company but I'm not one of them." Jax stood up, practically running to the bathroom.

When he opened the door you were standing there with a smile on your face, "what the hell was that?"

You smiled, "what was what?" He shook his head, coming up to brush the back on his hand over your cheek.

"Do you enjoy watching me suffer?"

You pressed a soft kiss to his chin, "no, you're a big boy and you weren't in danger so I thought I'd leave you to deal with it. I'm not some crazy jealous girlfriend, it's your job to tell someone you already taken."

Jax smirked, "are you saying I'm yours?"

You nodded, running your hand from the back of his head to his chest, "I think the imprint of my teeth on your various body parts does a far better job at that."

Jax's arrogant smile was the last straw, you shoved him to little effect, ripping his shirt apart with buttons flying everywhere. He tore off your clothes and backed you against the far wall, one of your hands landing on the towel dispenser. Jax looked down at you, smirking before dropping to his knees and lifting one leg over his shoulder.

"Oh God."

He kissed your bare hip, "Jax is fine."

You gripped his hair, pushing his face towards your core, "you're insufferable." You felt Jax smile against you then his tongue was meeting your clit.

It must have only been a few minutes before his fingers were sliding inside you, then your core was contracting around him. As the aftershocks faded, Jax stood up and watched you collect yourself as he stroked his cock.

He was back in your arms again, lifting one leg over his hips while you leaned on him. With one last nod, he was sliding inside you and your head was falling against the wall.

Jax was breathing and grunting in your ear, the moment of his hips shoving you around the vanity. You could feel the building heat of that indicated the peak was near, then the door opened.

It was that producer woman, you met eyes with her, smiling victoriously as she shut the door. Jax was too distracted to even notice, his hands were around your body, opening and closing with the rhythm of his thrusts.

The end caught you by surprise, Jax following milliseconds after. You brushed the hair out of his face and Jax pulled away smirking, "did you make your point?" You smiled softly, kissing him again.

"Yep."

Part 28

I really hope everyone liked this, they story should start speeding up soon.

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[sehnsuchts-trunken]

Can we have blood witch! Reader x Grey? Not all of them are evil, they can't be

MORE GREY X READER MORE GREY X READER MORE GREY X READER WOOOOOOOO

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"Morning", Grey grinned, watching as you hazily blinked up at him. The sun was blinding. You yawned.

"Where am I?", you grumbled, hiding your face in the crook of his neck again, trying to block out the sun, instead breathing in his scent.

"The hideout", he muttered, reaching up with one hand to brush up and down your arm, and up and down your hair with the other. You smiled.

This would be a good day.

"Safe and sound", you whispered, less of a question and more just the truth. You were safe and sound now. You'd arrived yesterday - finally, finally away from Alfea. Where you'd woken up every day, worrying if they'd found out. If they'd caught you. Now, who cared? They'd find out. Let them. Now, you could fight, now, you had the advantage.

Not that you'd been forced to spy. God, no. It was necessary to have an insider - and you'd have been damned if you had let Grey go on his own. But this here, at the hideout, this was family. These were your people, your friends, the only ones you could trust.

"Safe and sound", Grey repeated.

You rolled onto your side so you could look at him, your fingers trailing down his jaw. He was already turning his head towards you again.

"I love you", you said after a second, giving him a soft kiss. Slow, comfortable. You had to chuckle a bit.

"What are you laughing at?", he asked, glancing down at your lips. You could basically see him debating whether he should just pull you back in again instead of talking. But you took his chin in your hand, drawing your thumb across the skin, keeping him there. Smirking. Ignoring the way he raised his eyebrows.

"I'm just...", you started, stopped again, trailing off. "I just can't believe we're here again. We'd barely been dating when we left for Alfea and now- Well."

Grey grinned. "Well now you just told me you love me."

You laughed as well, shaking your head a bit in disbelief. Yes - how far you'd come. It really was unbelievable at times. Especially when you looked at him like this. How had you managed to find him? Life was so strange.

"Yeah", you said. "I do that all the time now."

He leaned forward, kissing you again. Apparently the debate in his head had ended - despite his chin in your hand. Not that you had tried much to stop him or anything.

"And I get to say it back", he muttered. You raised an eyebrow.

"You didn't this time."

He gasped, almost theatrically. Then he put his palm to your shoulder and pushed you down softly. You landed on your back, grinning up at him as he rested his hands next to you.

"I love you", he whispered, pressing a kiss to the skin just below your ear. You tilted your head, giving him even more space.

"I love you", he repeated, trailing a line of kisses down your jaw this time.

"I love you", a third time, looking into your eyes with no fear and no regret and nothing but love, love and so much safety.

"I love you too", you said, trying hard not to cry.

I love you too - more than anything.

And so he kissed you. Or maybe you kissed him. It didn't matter after all.

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[9w1ft]

You know, it's funny. I was talking to people in their late twenties and early thirties yesterday and we realized we all like Taylor and there was a HUGE debate on whether we're anticipating the 1989 vault or the rep vault more and which one will fut the deepest, etc... Then I mentioned I didn't want her to sully it with silly j*e promo and give him ANY credit for any of it. And I realized. Out of the six of us from Europe, I was the only one aware she even had an 'official bf'. 😂 So naturally, we ended the night on End Game.

#love this for you anon 😂

[andysbubba]

boomer!

-> when a boomer lawyer dates a uni student who LOVES procrastinating = ⬇️

an | it's been so long since i wrote something and i just thought this out in like 20 minutes because i really miss the whole thinking process that goes on behind each and every story. it's a little step towards waving off my middlefinger at writer's block.

warnings | none! just fluff! maybe age gap but not really mentioned. just andy + uni student reader. i'm rusty from like 2-3 months of not writing?? this might be horrible.

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"No, honey. You gotta listen to me." Andy drags out, leaning down to softly press his lips against your temple before he sets your mug of coffee right beside you, his own mug in his hand as he heads over to his side of the table.

You both had set up your own makeshift offices in the dining room. Half of the table was occupied with all your notes, pens and your laptop. The other half was filled with all of Andy's paperwork for a case he's working on.

"Andy, I'll die if I keep staring at these words. I can't do this anymore."

He glances up at you and snorts, his lips curling into a soft grin. "C'mon, we promised that we'll make today as productive as possible, right? I promise we can stay in bed all day tomorrow."

He's so pretty. You're on the verge of just going over to him and kissing him all over his pretty face. Too bad you're too tired from reading through pages and pages of things you can barely comprehend.

"We can be productive tomorrow and lazy today." You kick at his feet under the dining table, lips quirked as innocently as possible. "Please?"

"That's what you said yesterday, sweetheart." Andy chuckles as he picks up a thick ring file and started flipping through the pages.

You almost whine when those words left his lips. You were really hoping that he didn't recall the events of yesterday. You had successfully convinced Andy to join Team Procrastination. At least for yesterday. Today, he was back in Boomers' Don't Procrastinate Club.

"You're not even on a tight deadline. Why are you so focused on this case?"

Andy puts the file down and looks up at you through those thick lashes of his. "'Cause you have assignments due tomorrow night and I didn't want you to feel left out."

Your heart fluttered at his explanation. Andrew Stephen Barber, everyone. You're debating whether to skip over to him and kiss him because he's just so amazing or just staying in your seat and whining about all the work you wish you don't have to do.

Definitely option one. Two sounds great too, actually.

No, definitely one.

His eyes widened in alarm when you slid off your seat and start walking over to him.

"Oh no."

"You're so dramatic."

Even though he seems reluctant to have you distracted... again. Andy still pushed his chair back slightly so you had enough space to climb onto his lap.

His palms rest just around your waist, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he smiles up at you. "Hi, honey."

You sigh as your fingers intertwine at the back of his neck, gently rubbing the skin there. "Hi, handsome."

"You okay?"

You lean down, lips ghosting just over his and you murmur a soft 'no'.

Andy leans up to press his lips against yours, so soft and so quick that you barely registered it in your head.

"So dramatic." He mocks your words from before.

"I'm tired."

"I'm Andy."

His poor attempt at a dad joke made you snort. "Ha. Ha. You're funny."

"No, I'm Andy."

"God, I can't stand you." You huff out.

Andy chuckles as he tightens his hold on your waist, pulling you into his chest. "Yeah, you can't. Can't believe you're willingly suffering through a relationship with an old man."

His words made you smile as you nuzzle into his neck. Your words sound muffled as you speak against his skin but Andy heard it loud and clear anyways.

"I love you, boomer."

He laughs softly as his hand gently runs down your spine and back up.

"I love you too, honey." You feel him pressing his lips on the top of your head. "Give me 15 minutes to finish this up then we can go take a walk and grab some lunch, okay?"

You hum softly into his neck as the distant, steady beat of his heart calms your mind instantly.

Mission successful.

You work better under pressure anyways.

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[georgiaheartsdilfs]

→ best friends klaus m x f!reader

prompt : you and klaus are best friends, although your friendship has been hidden for 3 years you spend every single day together. One day you get into an accident and Klaus goes to visit you in the hospital unbeknownst to him you knew about his secret the whole time. Klaus sat in his chair contemplating his next plan to take down his latest enemy, his mother and Finn. He stared at his painting that he had been staring at for the past 45 minutes, debating on whether the blood of his victims was missing from the art or if he didn't add enough. He taps his paintbrush gently against the armrest of his chair as his phone starts to vibrate in his pocket. "Hello, is this Mr Klaus Mikaelson?" the female voice said, Klaus, rolls his eyes back in annoyance "yes I am, how did you get this number?" he asked in an agitated tone "you are an emergency contact for Ms Y/N Y/L/N" hearing your name he placed his paintbrush down on his stand, the agitated tone disappears and he dusts off his hands putting the phone on speaker. "Why are you ringing on her behalf?" He clears his throat "I have called to let you know that Ms Y/L/N is in Houston Hospital, she was in a bad car crash yesterday. She is in stable condition but she does have a broken ankle, broken arm and she has torn a few ligaments in her left leg. She has a mild concussion and does not remember much but we were wondering if you were able to come in and rejog her memory" the nurse had said over the phone as Klaus rubs the bridge of his nose. pain in my ass the voice in his head said to himself as he picks up the phone "I will be there as fast as I can" he sighs checking the time shaking his head "thank you Mr Mikaelson" the female voice said before hanging up and Klaus places his phone in his back pocket. Turning to see his brother Elijah leaning against the door frame "Ms Y/N Y/L/N" he repeats with a smirk adjusting his cufflinks looking up to his brother "I didn't know you had a heart for humans brother" he says with a grin as Klaus rolls his eyes grabbing his coat shoving past his older brother. "Please Elijah come along, I do not have a heart for humans" Klaus says walking down the stairs to the car, Elijah looked at his brother impressed with the character development over the past 1000 years. "Well, you must have a heart for Y/N if she has the heart to put you as her emergency contact" Elijah chuckles proudly of his sentence "it's a 5-hour drive so buckle up," Klaus says ignoring his brother's remarks. some time later - klaus begins filling elijah in Elijah and Klaus walk into the hospital looking over to the lady at the reception "Hello, I am here to visit as Ms Y/N Y/L/N" Klaus says leaning over the desk sensing Elijah's amusement "Room 38 Floor 3" the lady smiles and Klaus walks away, Elijah following close behind him. Waiting in the elevator Elijah clears his throat "so you're best friends and she doesn't know your secret Niklaus" he says shocked followed by laughter, his brother finally had a friend and he didn't tell her the biggest truth of all. Klaus speeds down to her room and see the nurse "NIK" y/n yells from her bed swinging her arms up in the air in celebration "now that's a familiar face, Elijah, isn't it?" she says pointing to the figure behind her best friend. The nurse walks up to the two men shaking their hands "I assume you are Klaus she is a bit high on medication" she smiles at Klaus who nods and she walks out. "What on earth did you do?" He said walking over to her laying in the bed "some punk crashed into me you know it wasn't my fault I'm an excellent driver Nik" y/n pouts "Is this like the part where you introduce me to your dashingly hot brother" y/n whispers in his ear and Klaus shakes his head "y/n meet my brother Elijah, Elijah meet y/n the human" Klaus rolls his eyes and y/n smiles. "so how's the fang family" y/n slurs pointing between the brothers who look between each other, "I thought she had no clue Niklaus" Elijah says placing his hands on his hips "She doesn't I'd never tell her" they say talking in front of y/n "I'm here"

she waves her hands. "people talk, as ancient as you both are I thought you'd had a little clue that I knew, I was just glad you didn't kill me so I never brought it up" y/n pauses to burp "obviously" she says loopy looking around the room "why am I here again?" she asks reaching for the remote placed on the table next to her. Klaus quickly grabs it before her "what are you going to do compel me to forget" y/n says fiercely, Klaus looks at her intensely "oh bite me Nik" she blinks snatching the remote and Elijah chuckles quietly at her remark. "I didn't intentionally ask around for answers, I was at Rosseau's and I heard your vamp buddies talking about you" she continues to talk "that's enough I think you need more meds" Klaus says pressing the button on the remote to call the nurse "Niklaus" Elijah says. "What she is saying absurd things a vampire knows where their loyalty should be and if that loyalty is broken they know that they will no longer have the fortune of tasting bittersweet bl-" "Niklaus" Elijah cuts him off as the nurse walks in "What seems to be the problem" she smiles sweetly. "Yes I do believe she needs to be knocked out I believe the phrase is" Elijah says standing in front of his younger brother "She seems to think vampires exist" Elijah says chuckling as the nurse giggles "Oh yes well I suppose she does need more meds" The nurse says hooking another IV into y/n's arm. Y/n winces in pain "A NEEDLE" she squeals and Klaus holds her hand "maybe if you knew how to drive the needles wouldn't be a problem" Klaus rolls his eyes looking over to his brother who had a smile "it was an accident" y/n says with a sweet smile shrugging her shoulders as the nurse walks away "and the guy was following me so I swerved into him, although he healed quickly the sneaky bastard doesnt help that im accident prone" she says deeply in thought. Klaus turns to Elijah slowly, a look of confusion appears on Elijah's face "healed quickly did you say?" Elijah says stepping closer to y/n "he had been following me for days, I thought nothing of it until he tried to ram me off the highway" y/n says looking down to her arm petrified of the needle.

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[barnes-n-nobles]

Mine (NONCON SMUT)

Request: Can you make a very dark!druig when he impregnate the reader without consent so she cannot leave him. If she is a eternal he does this so she can go with him to amazon . If she is a mortal he does this because she wants to break up with him

Thank you for your request! Please reblog, like, and let me know what you think!

Warnings: aggressive Druig, very noncon smut, forced breeding, mentions of attempted murder (not to reader), overall dark toxic behavior 

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You paced back and forth in your room, thinking on how you would be breaking the news to him. Trying to decide between lying and telling the truth had you all worked up. Should you tell him that you needed time to focus on work and school? Or should you say that you couldn't handle being with his possessive ass no more? “fuck” you muttered running your fingers through your hair anxiously. Druig had brought you to your breaking point last night, he had crossed a very serious line. Your phone rang making you jump a little, heart racing as you noticed it was him calling. He finally read your text asking to meet up at a coffee shop near your home, he surely was going to cancel if he was calling you and not texting you. Debating whether or not to answer it, the call went to voicemail, feeling relived you picked it up and opened his recent message. “Not happening. I'm coming to you now” the text read, making your eyes widen. The purpose of going to the coffee shop was so he wouldnt get all loud with you, but now that he was going to come to your house he would most likely do just that. He did live kind of close so it didn't give you much time to prepare your so called speech. 

*knock* your head snapped to the door, hoping it would be anyone but him. “open the door y/n..its cold as fuck out here” his tone sharp, indicating that he was already mad. Perfect, just what you needed. Swinging the door open, you tried to put up a front, this was going to be the day that you would finally stand up for yourself. “Come on in Druig, we need to talk” stepping aside so he could come in. “Yes we do..why have you been acting so weird since yesterday” he questioned as he took a seat at the dinner table. Rolling your eyes you closed the door, turning to face him with a look of disgust, “are you serious? Why have I been acting weird? Oh i don't know because you almost killed someone yesterday Druig” your voice getting a little higher, loosing your cool. “all because your imaginative mind told you the waiter was flirting with me. He was doing his job, Druig but youre too insecure to see that. You think everyone is out to get me and honestly I cant deal with it anymore”. His jaw clenched at your words, his chest rising up and down feeling his adrenaline start to spike, “waiters dont go around telling women, “I hope you enjoyed the food beautiful” do they? he was looking at you the entire time he came to our table, and I tried to keep myself from ripping his eyes out but that last shit was too far. I cant believe you feel bad for the fucker, maybe I should have stabbed his neck deeper. Killed him on the spot in front of you” he barked standing from his chair. 

He ignored your last statements, knowing you couldn't have meant it but you knew him too well. You needed to repeat it for him so he could understand that you refused to back down, “no im not doing this with you anymore. You use your powers to do evil shit like this and it doesn't sit well with me. The fact that you erased everyone's memories to not get arrested is cowardly. You're really out here doing bad things and I don't want that in my life. Were done”. Laughter soon filled the room making your eyebrows scrunch together in confusion. Why was he laughing like a madman? “youre too funny love..you know you cant do that” slowly getting more and more serious. His boots resonated on the floor as he approached you, making you take a few steps back, “ do you want me to remind you why?” his voice barely above a whisper as he trapped you against a wall, “you belong to me y/n..dont ever say that shit again” he added, his facial expressions showing his discontent. “No Druig...im telling you no. I need you to leave” you said looking him dead in the eyes. His smiled returned, “No” acting as this were a joke. 

“im serious..get out” index finger pointing to the door, sounding assertive. “make me” he teased pressing himself onto you. You pulled out your phone from your side pocket, holding down the button that would connect you to a 911 operator. Druig heard your phone vibrate as the countdown started on your phone, quickly taking it from your hand. “so stupid” his hand crushing it into pieces. Before you could react he grabbed you by your hair and dragged you to your bedroom, yelping at the feeling. “Youre not leaving me y/n..I dont care what you say or do. You are not going anywhere” His hands started to unbuckle his pants, smirking as your frightened frame sat on the bed. His eyes turned gold, accepting the fact that you were about to get your mind blocked and most likely get your memories erased. “just get it over with..but remember this I will never forgive you. I will continue to fight you until you let me go yourself; I promise you. HELP ME SOMEBODY” your hands banging on the walls, hoping the neighbors in your town house could hear you. Druigs face twitched in anger as he pinned you down. Your clothes tore by themselves thanks to Druig removing them with his mind, your body getting goosebumps as the crisp air surrounded your naked body. “Scream and yell all you want princess..no one can hear you. I have everyone under a deep sleep, no one can help you” he smiled crashing his lips against your own, “you can put up that strong girl facade but I know who you really are y/n..if youre so confident that youre going to leave me then I guess I have no choice but to put a baby inside you” he said forcing himself between your legs, chuckling darkly at your pathetic attempts to keep them closed.

“no please stop” you begged, body jolting and writhing under him. “My sweetheart..you make me so horny when you fight me, It makes me want you that much more” his dick pushed itself inside you, stretching you out nice and wide. As he moved himself inside you, you could feel the wetness coat his dick. He swiveled his hips into you, hissing at the feeling. You bit your lip to the point where you could taste the blood in your mouth, trying to suppress your moans, eyes tightly shut as he hammered into you. His golden eyes were full of lust as he watched you struggle beneath him, trying so hard to convince yourself that you werent enjoying this, “i h-hate you” you cried, as your nails clawed at his back “and I love you.” he groaned, bending down to the base of your neck, peppering it with sloppy kisses. His teeth soon sunk in, causing you to yelp in pain, “youre going to look so beautiful when you're pregnant baby..so round and full of our child. A stunning mother” he said lifting your legs up, making you wrap them around his waist.

His thrusts got erratic , cursing under his breath as he finally announced “fuck baby im gonna cum” his breath caught in his throat as his dick twitched inside you, shuddering at the feeling. His hips rolled into you a few more times before pulling out, “now stay like this love. We have to make sure it stays nice and tucked inside” he smiled sadistically. You tried to get up, but he pushed you back down with his hand, “I said stay down” he instructed, hand on your chest keeping you in place, “I dont want this Druig..dont do this to me” you pleaded, hand going up to his, caressing it, praying that he would have some mercy. “save your words baby..Im going to keep doing you over and over and over again..you know why? Actually no..you tell me why” he demanded before kissing your lips, holding your face in his hands, “because you own me” you cried knowing that he would get his way every single time, no matter how much you tried to  fight him. Druigs eyes finally changed back to blue, the look of satisfaction plastered all over his face, “exactly”. 

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Keeping Distance

Sᴋʏᴇ Jᴏʜɴsᴏɴ x Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ - Skye’s distant, you try to help, but time decides when she’ll come to you.

The plane wasn't spacious, but it was enough to provide for the seven of you, including some other agents that stayed for certain missions. The room they provided you was consisted with nothing but a bed, a window which showed off the wonderful views whilst you where in the air and a set of plugs that were too far away to reach your bed to charge your computer.

It wasn't much. But it was enough.

Certainly the filled bar just outside your door made up for the fact you barely had space to sleep. Either way, you liked it. Being apart of the team for almost as long as Fitz and Simmons you had a whole family that would do anything to keep you safe; You kept each other safe, that was the unwritten rule.

When Ward joined, he acted like a brother to you, immediately acknowledging your skill in fighting and decided upon himself to train you to your full potential. Fitz and Simmons taught you how to use most of the equipment in their lab just in case they weren't there to do something in an emergency. Maria Hill often came to check up on you, stepping up as the mother figure you never had.

Then Skye joined. To say you'd befriended her way to early was an understatement. The second she stepped a foot on the plane you both locked eyes, smiling at each other, thankful to see another woman on the team.

May didn't really speak, neither to you or anyone apart from Coulson, but she fought like hell to get you back when Centipede kidnapped you. Coulson, noticing Skye's favouritism in you, paired you up and told you to take care of her; so you did.

But lately, she'd been distant. You knew about her search for her parents, and how it wasn't going well due to Coulson's refusal to even speak to her on the matter and May's sudden outburst when Skye tried to thank her for helping.

You tried to be there for her, but the last couple weeks had made you realise that Coulson had to of told her something because of how inactive she'd been on missions. Wanting the best for her, you left her alone, wanting nothing more to give her time and space to get over whatever she was going through, if that's what she wanted.

Although your best attempts at talking with her were futile, she'd still smile at you when you saw her in a briefing room, only for her to disappear into her 'room' the second it was over.

“How long have you been here?” Grant leaned on the railing at the top of the stairs, looking down at your completely exhausted form, hands in fists, hitting the punching bag repeatedly. You looked up breathing heavily, then back down to rewrap your knuckles.

“A bit”

He chuckled; "From 3 to 8 PM isn't just 'a bit'." You heard his gentle footsteps climb down the curled stairs before his presence could be felt behind you. You huffed, turned around and lifted an eye brow in question.

“Go to sleep. It's my turn.” With a few seconds of debating eye contact, you reluctantly agreed and quickly unwrapped your hand completely free from the fabric.

Cringing when you saw the indents the wrap made, you rubbed your knuckles and started walking up the stairs, skipping every few stairs to get up faster. After a quick shower, you made your way to your 'room'. Laying on your back and looking up at the ceiling, you pursed your lips while you thought.

It was been a few weeks since you'd talked to Skye last, and you had no idea how to get your friend to talk again. The faint knock on your door pulled you out of your daydream. You looked over at the sliding door, debating whether you should open it considering it was most likely May with more paper work.

With a sigh of defeat, you pushed your legs to the edge and sat up, pushing open the door with your foot. You were about to comment on not finishing any paperwork from yesterday, but when you saw Skye stand in front of you with her arms wrapped around her waist, tears in her eyes, you stopped for a second.

“Hey,” She whispered, smiling gently as a tear fell down her cheek. She tried to blink the rest away, but it just resulted in more tears escaping her eyes.

“Hey,” You managed to whisper out, brows raising at how broken she looked.

“I'm sorry, I shouldn't of-" You shook you head, standing from your bed and reaching out to her.

She looked down at your extended hands then back into your eyes before she broke down, falling into your arms for the first time in a month. Soothing her back with your palm, she placed her head into the crook of your neck, her arms circling your waist.

“Hey, hey. It's okay,” You whispered reassuringly into her ear before closing your door, both of you laying on your bed, her on top of you, clutching onto you to check you were real.

Her tears dampened your shirt, soft sobs escaping her mouth when she couldn't supress them any longer. It seemed like hours before she finally calmed down, her eyes red from the tears she let out a moment before.

“Do you wanna talk about it?" You asked, kissing her hair when she was no longer sobbing. She shook her head softly, exhaling when she felt you rub your hand on her back under her shirt.

“Just hold me, please."

Both of you remained like that for the night; you holding her while she started dosing off into a peaceful sleep. She started getting up at one point, apologising about invading your space and wanting you to sleep peacefully.

You knew that if you let her go, you wouldn't see her for a while again, so instead you grabbed her waist and gently pulled her back down, reassuring her you wanted her to stay.

“Are you sure? I don’t wanna…”

“You're fine," You smiled, laying back down with her in your arms. You liked it like this; having her in your arms while she slept peacefully for probably the first time in weeks. Soon, you felt yourself drift off, closing your eyes while holding on to the person you wanted to hold for a while.

You were awake way before the brunette hugging you, her soft snores the only think you could hear until there was a knock on the door.

“Fuck off." You whisper shouted, careful not to wake the sleeping woman in your arms. The door opened anyway and you nearly groaned, rolling your eyes at whoever was on the other side.

“Coulson wants you--" Ward stopped when he saw Skye laying on top of you. You just smiled sarcastically, lifting your eyebrow at him to hurry up with whatever he wanted.

"You know it's almost 2 PM?"

“So? She hasn't slept in ages. What does Coulson want?"

He smiled, shaking his head; "Nothing. I’ll take care of it. You take care of her." With that, he was closing the door with a smirk.

gently as to not make any noise. You felt Skye stir a few moments later, her hand rubbing her eyes as she woke up.

It seemed that she had to look around to process where she was at first, then realising she was in your arms, she placed her head back on your chest and exhaled.

“Morning.” You chuckled, realising it wasn't even morning.

“How'd you sleep?"

“Amazing. You're very comfortable." She smiled, throwing her arm over your stomach to pull herself closer to you. Reaching out to rub her back under her shirt again, you kissed her hairline, feeling her smile against your skin wider.

"What time is it?"

“According to Ward, it's almost 2 PM." She stilled, lifted her body of yours with her elbows and furrowed her eye brows, still half asleep. You simply smiled down at her surprise.

“Oh my God. I'm so sorry-"

“Shush," You laughed, wrapping your arms around her neck and pulling her down again.

"You're comfortable too.' Letting herself relax into your embrace, she sighed out, enjoying the most serene moment she'd felt in a while.

“Thank you."

“Anytime.”

THE END

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ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ _____________________

ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ’s!ʙᴇsᴛ!ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ!ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ ʙᴀʀɴᴇs ᴀᴜ

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: You and Buck have always been close growing up but you two soon learn that the line that separates friendly and flirting is a lot thinner than you think.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: fluff, slight angst bc u got a shit bf, big bro vibes from bucky, smut duh [18+ minors dni (slight praise but also slight degradation, marking, belly bulge, squirting, fem!rec oral, unprotected sex, plz be safe irl, slight choking, pet names: darling&princess, i think that’s it lmk plz)]

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You knew this was a horrible idea. 

It’s Saturday night and you and your boyfriend were back in another night club after being kicked out from one just hours before. Daniel had gotten too drunk, as he always does, causing you to kindly ask the bartender to cut him off. Daniel didn’t take that too lightly resulting in a gnarly swing at the poor guy just doing his job. 

Security threw you out and Daniel called an Uber to go where you thought was going to be your apartment but twenty minutes later you pulled up to another club practically on the other side of town. You yelled at Daniel but he pushed aside stumbling inside for yet even more drinks and mistakes waiting for him inside. 

You sat at the bar simply drinking some water and snacking on some peanuts keeping your eye on your garbage boyfriend. You're constantly checking the time on your phone, annoyed with every passing minute. It was 2 am and you just wanted to go home and sleep. You were even debating texting your brother Steve hoping you could just crash at his place not too far from where you were but it would be incredibly irresponsible to just leave Daniel in the state he’s in. 

So you waited and waited and waited. Your eyelids felt heavy and your energy was just completely drained. You were basically a zombie. It wasn’t until a guy approached your half asleep body that you felt a sense of alert. Daniel was shit-faced so you were practically defenseless. 

“Hey,” the guy shouted over the music.

“Sorry, I’m not interested. My boyfriend’s-” you quickly said, only to be cut off.

“Don’t worry. I’m not gonna hit on you. I’ve got a boyfriend of my own,” he chuckled, making you breathe out in relief. 

“Sorry,” you cringed at yourself. 

“It’s alright; but uh, I hate to be the one to tell you this. You might want to check with your boyfriend,” he said sympathetically. 

You pushed your way through the crowd scanning every face in search of Daniel. What did he do? Is he hurt? Did he get in trouble again? Is he getting arrested? Where is he-

“Daniel?” you said eyes tearing up a bit. 

His arms were wrapped around another girl’s waist as he kissed her the way he kissed you. She practically moaned as their tongues slobbered disgustingly with each other. Their hips grinding against each other proactively as if you weren’t even there. Sadness turned to anger, and anger turned to rage, gripping Daniel’s short hairs and pulling his head away from whoever this girl was. 

“What the fuck?” the girl complained, her eyes completely bloodshot. 

“Did he tell you that he was here with his girlfriend tonight?” you're sad with gritted teeth. Daniel stumbled around still unable to register what the hell was happening. 

“Oh my god, you forreal?” she said.

“Who fucking cares? She’s a prude anyway. I got more action with you than I did her in the past, what, six months?” Daniel slurred. 

“You know what, you’re a fucking prick, dude. She deserves so much better than you; I bet your dick is small anyway,” the girl said.

“Fuck you too bitch,” Daniel spit. 

“I can’t believe you,” you said. 

“Oh, whoop-dee-doo, big fucking surprise. Babe, you’re a prude. Can’t you see it? I don’t know why I’m wasting my time with you anymore,” he practically puked out the words without any second thought. 

“Fine, then I hope you enjoy the rest of your night, you fucking asshole,” you stormed away holding in the tears; he wasn’t worth it. 

Almost three am and you just dumped your cheating lowlife boyfriend on the other side of town. Steve wasn’t answering his phone and you even wanna be near the club anymore. Walking speedily staring at your screen desperate to call an Uber home, you bumped harshly into a hard chest falling to the ground on your bum. 

“Fucking hell, I’m so sorry, darling,” the man said helping you up by your elbows.

“It’s ok. I wasn’t looking- Bucky?” 

“Oh, hey kid. What are you doing? It’s like three in the morning and you don’t live anywhere near here,” Bucky said, crossing his arms. 

“Daniel got himself kicked from the one by our apartment and Ubered here instead.”

“So where’s Daniel?” Bucky scowled; he’s always hated that guy, so did Steve.

“Probably fucking some other chick in the bathroom,” your voice cracked. 

“What?”

“It’s nothing; I just want to go home,” you cried.

“Hey, it’s ok; it’s ok. Do you wanna crash at me and Steve’s? He’s gone for the weekend with Peggy; you can stay in his room at least for the night,” Bucky offered; so that’s why Steve’s not answering his phone. 

“I don’t wanna intrude on your night. I can just call an Uber, it’s fine.”

“No, it’s not. Steve’ll kill me if he found out I left his baby sis alone in the streets of New York at three in the morning. It’s not a problem, we were just bar hopping and I stopped drinking ages ago.”

“Are you sure, Buck?”

“Of course,” he smiled warmly at you. 

“Hey, Nat!”

“What’s up?” a beautiful redhead approached you both.

“Gonna head home ; don’t do anything stupid,” he chuckled. 

“You too,” she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, “Catch you Monday?” 

“You’re stupid. I’ll see ya,” Bucky laughed before grabbing your hand and headed towards his apartment. 

“Thanks again, Buck. For letting me stay here tonight,” you said once you entered his apartment. 

It had been a while since you hung out at your brother’s apartment but nothing’s changed. Typical men and their inability to change even a throw pillow. You set your small bag on the couch before Bucky led you to Steve’s room. There were pictures of you and him posing at Steve’s graduation; and later your own. Pictures of Steve and Bucky at a theme park, during a bar-be-que for Steve’s birthday. So many memories that Steve held onto in his room. 

“Time really flies doesn’t it?” Bucky said, slightly startling you.

“Sorry,” he chuckled.

“No, you’re fine. But you’re right. Feels all these pictures were taken yesterday,” you reminisced. 

“I got you some clothes if you need to change; I’ll give you privacy,” Bucky said, slipping from the room briskly. 

You sat on the bed frustrated with everything. Your body was so drained from being up so early in the night, to the fight with Daniel. The past couple months with him were so awful. He was just so mean to you all the time and you didn’t know what you did wrong. Where did it go wrong? When did things shift?

"Is everything ok, darling?" Bucky asked quietly, knocking on the door when you hadn't come out after a while.

"What did I do wrong? I thought he loved me," you choked out. 

Bucky sighed as he walked over to the bed sitting beside you before engulfing you in a warm hug. You cried into his shoulder and Bucky couldn't help the anger that bubbled inside him for your excuse of a boyfriend Daniel. He never got along with the guy and now he finally has a reason to knock his teeth in.

"You didn't do anything, I know it. That prick wouldn't know love if it hit him in the face. It's his loss. You deserve so much better than that asshole. Look at me, you're so beautiful and funny and fucking adorable; any guy who can't see how perfect you are, is a dense piece of shit." 

"James," you whispered. 

His words made your heart skip and your stomach flutter. But Bucky’s always had that effect on you. Even growing up. You weren’t going to sit there and pretend that hearing his words hadn't had a deeper effect than they would’ve coming from Daniel. Sometimes you wondered what being with Bucky would be like. You’re not the first to admit how handsome Bucky was and growing up you did have quite the crush on your brother’s best friend.  

You don't know what it was, whether it was the alcohol still swimming through your veins, or just feeling so vulnerable being in Bucky's arms but you wanted him badly. You needed him, needed to feel something again. And you knew he could give it to you. You pressed your lips to his and in an instant his hands dropped to your hips pulling you impossibly close against his body. Your hands went to the back of his head as you kissed him messily. Your noses bumped and teeth clashed but it was the best kiss you’ve ever had. 

“Fuck, your brother’s gonna kill me,” Bucky mumbled, almost to himself, as he slowly laid you down on your back.

Bucky’s hands trailed up your thighs, squeezing the soft flesh every now and then as he continued kissing you passionately. Your own hands couldn’t help but tug at his shirt desperately. When he did so, your breath was completely taken away. It had been years since you’d seen Bucky without a shirt. 

Not only had he been quite skinny just like your brother back then, but not long after leaving for college with Steve he was in a bike accident that left him with ghastly scars and burns along his left arm and shoulder. Since then, it’s fair to say Bucky never really ever took his shirt off. It had taken years just for him to remove the glove he’d always wear to cover the scars on his hand.

“You’ve gotten so strong, James,” you grinned, reaching out to brush the flexed muscles running down his front. 

He simply stared at you with an anticipating and anxious expression on his face, waiting for you to state the obvious. When you didn’t, when you pulled his head down to kiss him once again, he almost cried. Bucky hadn’t been with a woman in so long, afraid of this very moment. He knew at that moment, there was no one quite like you. 

Bucky fell in love. 

“Let me take care of you, darling. You’ve been so good to me,” Bucky whispered huskily in your ear as he trailed his hand under your own shirt brushing his fingertips along the underside of your breast.

His lips pressed softly against your hot skin along your neck before standing up between your legs at the end of the bed. He pulled your shirt off then played cheekily with the straps of your bra that you still had on. You smiled back at him with the same playful stare, reaching behind you to unclasp the material. 

You could see the way Bucky’s eyes darken and his pupils widened as he stared in awe at your naked chest. Your skin bursted into chills under his hungry gaze even though you felt like you were burning up. Bucky leaned forward kissing down the valley of your breasts, nipping once in a while playfully before laying you back down. He shimmied you out of your bottoms easily, kneeling on the ground leaving you completely bare before him. 

“You are absolutely stunning, princess,” Bucky whispered, running his hands up your thighs slowly. 

“Bucky, please. I need you,” you whimpered. 

“Don’t worry, darling. I promise I’m gonna take good care of you,” he smirked devilishly. 

He pushed your knees open, eyeing the arousal that glistened between your thighs. He brought his fingers up to you slowly rubbing your slick around before finally pushing a thick and long finger past your folds. Your body shuddered solely at the foreign but pleasurable feeling, already moaning softly. 

Bucky’s cock strained through pants upon hearing your beautiful moans; they were like music to his ears. He couldn’t help the way his hips would buck into the mattress in a desperate attempt to relieve some pain from his erection. Soon after he pulled his fingers from you slowly only to thrust them further in you, curling his fingers just right. 

He brought his mouth down to you, wrapping his lips around your clit sucking harshly. You gasped and your back arched, overwhelmed with pleasure Bucky was giving you with just his mouth and fingers. All the times that you’d given yourself to your ex, he had never made you feel this good before, feel this full; let alone with his fingers. Bucky was taking his time with you solely for your own pleasure and it made your heart swoon. 

Your legs trapped Bucky’s head between your thighs, squeezing as he continued to eat you out like a starved man. Your hands went to his hair pulling on his dark locks causing Bucky to moan deeply against you. You were so close to a release; your legs shaking violently and your stomach tightening. 

“Come on, princess. Want you to come all over my face. Can you do that for me, darling?”

“Fuck!”

“Be a good girl and make a mess,” Bucky teased.

His fingers moved faster as he swirled his tongue around and over your clit just as quickly. You were becoming overwhelmed and that coil bursted in the pit of your stomach. You pushed Bucky’s face from you, shrieking with pure pleasure; Bucky’s kept the rapid pace with fingers as you fell over the edge.

“Fucking hell, that was so hot, princess,” Bucky said standing up; his fingers, arm, his chest was covered in your arousal. 

“Did I do that?” your voice trembled. 

“Because of me,” Bucky winked playfully.

“I didn’t know I could do that,” you let your head fall back on the bed as you briefly caught your breath.

Bucky grabbed his shirt that he discarded not long ago and quickly wiped his chest and arm before discarding his pants and boxers. He nearly moaned at the feeling when he finally freed his dick from the restraining garments. His hand instantly wrapped around the base before pumping himself a few times. 

You brought yourself onto your elbows momentarily ogling at the sight of Bucky completely bare before you. Your mouth practically watered at the sight. Bucky crawled over you kissing you deeply and messily; but perfectly. He pulled away and you both had goofy smiles on your faces before bursting into a fit of giggles, Bucky’s head burying into the crook of your neck.

“You’re so goddamn adorable, princess,” Bucky’s voice was muffled. 

“Bucky,” you whined. 

You couldn’t resist squirming underneath the burly man. Although, you’ve just had what was probably the best orgasm you’ve ever had, you wanted more. You needed more; you needed Bucky. 

“I got you, darling. I got you.” 

Bucky wanted to tease you more, make you beg, but he was just as desperate to feel you as you were. He propped himself up on his elbows kissing you one last time before reaching between your bodies and lining his dick with your entrance. Both you and Bucky moaned simultaneously as he stretched you out; curses spilling from his lips as incoherent moans fell from yours. 

“So fucking tight, princess. Squeezing my cock just right, aren’t ya?” he whispered.

“Fuck, I feel so full,” you whimpered.

Bucky began to slowly move his hips in and out of you deliciously. He quickly picked up the pace, jetting his hips rapidly making your moans louder. Bucky sat up on his knees and gripped your waist surely to leave bruises in your wake. This new angle surprised you and you couldn’t help the squeals and moans that left your mouth. You chanted Bucky's name like a prayer; as if it was the only word you knew. 

Bucky watched you carefully, your face contorting with pure euphoric pleasure. He couldn’t help notice the small bump in your lower belly and without a second thought, he grabbed your hands pressing them firmly over your tummy. 

“You feel how deep I am, darling? Fucking poking through,” Bucky grunted. 

“Shit! Oh, it feels so good,” you moaned. 

“That’s right, no one’s ever gonna fuck you this good again. This pussy’s mine now,” Bucky growled. 

He took one of his hands and wrapped it around your throat squeezing the sides gently but firm at the same time. Your eyes rolled back and you moaned even louder, confident that the neighbors were sure to complain in the morning. Feeling Bucky’s hand around your neck was so exhilarating; you and Daniel had never ever experimented with anything beyond a pair of handcuffs, and that particular night went horribly. 

You like being choked by Bucky. 

“Fucking slut; you like this, don’t ya?” he came down to whisper huskily against your lips. 

“Mh-hm,” you moaned with a devilish grin, your bottom lip resting between your teeth before your eyes rolled back again. 

“Such a fucking beauty you are.”

Bucky hips snapped in and out and he knew it wouldn’t be long until he needed to release.

“God, I’m close, princess,” he growled. 

His hand moved to rest on the back of your neck to pull you up so you straddled his thighs and your chest was flushed against his. Your sensitive and hardened nipples brushed against his slightly sweaty skin causing you to shudder in pleasure. Bucky’s lips attached themselves to your skin along your collar bones sucking harshly leaving purple marks all along.

Your legs shook once again as they did before and soon enough with an arched back and shout of Bucky’s name you came all over his cock. Overwhelmed with your sex, Bucky bit harshly on your shoulder in a poor attempt to muffled the loud groans and moans he elicited. Feeling your velvety walls squeeze tightly around him pushed him over the edge, coating your walls with hot ribbons on cum. 

He fell forward almost crushing you but you were too tired to complain. Bucky continued to pepper soft kisses all over your skin whispering how good you were to him, how beautiful you looked. Just absolutely showering with compliments. You felt him slowly getting off you, probably afraid he was crushing you, but you didn’t want him to leave just yet. 

“Don’t,” you whispered, wrapping your arms tightly around his body. 

“I don’t want to crush you, darling.”

“You’re not.”

Bucky chuckled before settling completely above you, careful not to make you uncomfortable. Hardly any time went by when he felt the even and soft puffs of air hitting his skin, sure that you had fallen asleep. He picked himself up and with major guilt for his best friend, picked you up from the bed and walked you to his own room. 

After he was sure you stayed sound asleep, Bucky grabbed a clean pair of boxers and hurried himself to Steve’s room again. He collected all the discarded clothes and the dirty sheets and tossed them in the washing machine to clean right away. 

He hadn’t meant to fuck his best friend’s little sister, let alone in his own room, on his own bed, but it all happened so fast. 

He went back to his room letting the clothes do it’s thing, and quickly grabbed his phone. He messaged Steve, telling him that when he got back for his weekend with Peggy, he really needed to talk to him. 

Tonight made Bucky realize how much he loved you. Growing up, you two had always been close. But he doesn’t know when he stopped being friendly and instead began flirting. Bucky wanted to be with you; he knew it now more than ever. 

Bucky watched your gorgeous sleeping form on his bed. He smiled to himself before opening the window; the sun already rising and those beautiful golden rays seeped through the glass window, making you look angelic. He crawled into bed cuddling flushed against your naked body. He chuckled softly when you realized he’d returned, wiggling even further into his arms. 

“I love you, Bucky,” you mumbled. 

“I love you, too, darling.”

And he really, and truly did love you. As did you love him. 

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