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With The Waves: Jacob Holland X Fem Reader Smut

A very quick smut blurb I want to toss out because my god I already adore this man so much and he's so charming and sweet. I hope this will be one of many on the way

Cock warming is really all it is so I guess that warning?

"Hush now love. Wouldn't want anyone to hear would we?"

Jacob's hands were gentle but firmly placed at your hip guiding you slowly. You knew something had gotten into him the second he gave you that damned look from across the deck. Usually you had to wait until shore leave to be able to get intimate, the ship wasn't exactly ideal. Rough wood not making comfortable perches and shared bunks and hammocks not really being private at all.

But sometimes he really couldn't help himself. Sometimes looking at you when the sun went down and you glowed in the sunset was too much for him. He wanted to kiss you again and again which always led to more.

This time though he seemed to be excited. Smug and content about something as he sat back against the wall on the thinly cushioned bench. The small blanket at least saving your knees as you straddled him.

He didn't need his shirt off, not like he wasn't constantly flashing his chest and muscles with every move and shift in a thin billowy shirt like that. It drove you mad and led to many quick attacks below decks.

Your fingers rested on his chest palms feeling his shirt and finger tips brushing his collarbones. His heartbeat gave away how excited he was despite acting so cool. Like you weren't sitting on his cock slowly rocking with the creak of the sea.

Like waves he had whispered in your ear. Not wanting to rush for once. He felt amazing filling up into you. The gentle sway just enough to softly peak your pleasure again and again. Just at the edge of teasing. His large eyes kept looking over you and he absolutely beamed. Looking like a puppy that was madly in love. Which he was. His broad nose brushed your cheek as his lips dusted along yours with a sigh.

"Look at you. So beautiful."

This made you sigh your fingers balling up, pulling gently at his shirt. The small sound you couldn't help but let out made him twitch inside of you. Grunting deeply he tried to keep quiet his eyes flashing down at your cunt briefly.

When he glanced back up at you with a lustful cheeky grin you flushed for what felt like the millionth time.

"Oh Jacob.."

You sighed going to steal another kiss and rocking your hips slightly more. Making his girth drag inside you with more friction. It made you moan, the sound muffled by both your lips. He kept his to yours to keep the noise from escaping. He struggled though his lips parting with an O of pleasure.

"Jesus-"

You were both getting too antsy to keep doing this. Suddenly he chuckled figuring it was worth a shot to have tried anyways,

"Seemed like a good idea at first right?"

You smiled and nodded in agreement getting excited for when you would both give in, the need starting to build. He shook his head looking back down at himself sunk deep into you. Shrugging he nodded approvingly at the sight like he was declaring defeat.

"Guess I'm a lot weaker than I thought."

This made you giggle. He quickly grabbed your chin to kiss you again so you couldn't be too loud. Grinning against he loved hearing you laugh and moved his hand from your hip to your thigh ready to really get started.

Whispering to you in a low voice he sounded amused and ready for the challenge,

"But not that weak right love?"

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Hello, I’m not sure how many of you are still here but those of you who are and still enjoy my past works thank you so much. I was and still am adjusting to a new life that’s not filled with toxic people and bad decisions.

I won’t vent to you about my mental issues and lack of motivation but please understand that I do desperately want to come back and write. It’s been about two years since I was even semi active on tumblr so I’m not sure what all has changed or if there is a new system to posting things.

Hopefully soon I’ll be able to medicate which will HOPEFULLY help with my issues. I burnt myself out on fanfics in the beginning so if I return I hope to make a proper schedule and limit myself so that I don’t push myself too far.

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Kankagari

Aahhha, you asked for more post-Mugen train Rengoku angst? No? Oops--

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Kankagari: The Rengoku family has long had this practice. For the duration of a pregnancy, every seven days the wives will spend two hours gazing at a large flaming torch. This seems to be what causes the men in the family to have flame colored hair.

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If Shinjuro finds you in here, he’ll kill you.

You slide the shoji behind you as quickly and quietly as possible. You rush across the nearly empty room, bare feet padding across the tatami floor. The room has a quiet and eerie stillness to it, one that hasn’t been disturbed in a long time.

That is, until you.

You rush to the chest at the end of the room to start wreaking havoc.

The chest opens with a pitiful creak. A dust cloud spouts out of the box and you cough, trying to muffle the sound with the sleeve of your kimono.

Before the dust even clears you’re shuffling through the chest.

You would have asked Senjuro’s permission if he was here. But he’s not at the estate right now, and you couldn’t imagine facing Shinjuro with the request. Besides, you need to do this now. Shinobu said you’re two weeks in, so you’ve already missed a week. Maybe, though, if you start now, it will still work…

It feels wrong to be so disrespectful with her things. A beautiful silk obi sash. A scroll wrapped and sealed. A jade hair comb. All carefully placed in the chest, now pushed aside so you can find what you’re looking for.

You are sure, though, that Ruka will understand.

Shinjuro? Not so much–

– and that’s why your heart skips a beat when the shoji slams open behind you.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”

You flinch, but don’t turn to him. You’re almost at the bottom of the chest, and you have to find it.

“Don’t you dare disrespect me,” Shinjuro booms, and you hear his heavy footsteps against the mat as he stomps across the room.

But– there! Your hand wraps around the smooth polished glass. And that means– yes! The stake is next to it–

Suddenly Shinjuro is hovering over you. He snatches your wrist with a grip so tight you nearly drop what you’ve been searching for. He yanks you up by your hands, his eyes burning with fury, his hot breath reeking of sake. He opens his mouth to yell, but his breath hitches when his eyes see what you’ve pulled from Ruka’s chest.

A torch in one hand. An hourglass in the other.

The rage that had sharpened his features suddenly dulls into confusion.

“What… what are you doing?”

You swallow and stare defiantly back at him.

“I’m pregnant,” you say, your voice firm. It’s the first time you, personally, have incurred Shinjuro’s wrath. But you’re not sorry. You know your husband would have understood, too. “The child is Kyojuro’s.”

Shinjuro’s grip around your wrists loosens. He blinks.

You take the opportunity to jerk your arms free of his grasp. Your cheeks are burning– you are being so disrespectful right now.

But you need to do this. You’d never forgive yourself if you ruined the Kankagari.

It’s… it’s something Kyojuro would have wanted you to do, too.

“I need to begin now,” you say as you stride across the room with as much dignity as you can muster. “Ms. Shinobu said I am already two weeks in. I cannot risk losing another week.”

You leave the room and turn the corner around the shoji. As far as you can tell, Shinjuro hasn’t moved from the chest to follow you.

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The flames of the torch dance against the walls of the room. Even when you blink, now, the white spots of the fire twirl and spin against the blacks of your eyes.

Out of your peripheral vision you see the sand in the hourglass has almost finished falling.

There’s a knock on the shoji. Senjuro must be home.

You don’t answer. You don’t want anything to risk you taking your eyes off that flame.

Another rap, and a pause. Then you hear the shoji slide open.

“Ah, onēsan, I’m sorry,” Senjuro says. “I saw the flame, and thought maybe you had fallen asleep. I didn’t want it to burn while you slept.”

You smile at the sweet boy. “It’s alright, Senjuro-kun,” you say, again eyeing the last few grains of sand yet to drop to the bottom half of the hourglass. “I’m almost done.”

Senjuro closes the shoji and steps into the room. “What are you doing?” He asks as he sits down beside you, folding his feet under his legs.

“Kyojuro watched your mother do this every seven days before you were born,” you explain. You smile at the thought, but bite back the sting behind your eyes. You’re sure if he was here now, he would be at your side every day, too. “He told me once that he would try to sit with her while she did it, but would often fall asleep instead.”

You hear Senjuro let out a small gasp. “Wait,” he whispers. “That’s… this is the Kankagari, isn’t it?”

Finally, the last grain of sand in the hourglass falls. You fall forward, catching your head in your hands, massaging your eyes. The image of the flame is burned in your head. It doesn’t stop dancing, now, even with your eyes closed.

It’ll be a long pregnancy.

But as you open your eyes and look to Senjuro, your heart is full.

You smile at him, giving him his answer.

The grin that appears on his face is one that would have rivaled even his brother’s. And suddenly he’s tackling you in a bear hug. You catch him in your arms, giggling.

“That’s– that’s amazing! Is it really true?” He says into your neck, and you realize he’s crying.

“Yes,” you nod, squeezing him, “Shinobu confirmed it this morning. That’s why I rushed home, to begin the ritual.”

Just as quickly as he’s tackled you, he scrambles away from you. “Oh! I’m so sorry,” he shakes his head and bends down, looking at your stomach. “Is– are you okay? I hope I didn’t hurt him– it– you!”

You answer by tackling him back in another hug.

“You’ll be an uncle, Senjuro.”

He laughs and hesitantly hugs you back, scared to hurt you and his brother’s child.

You wipe your own tears as you squeeze him tighter.

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“That’s odd– it smells like someone’s cooking.”

You nod in agreement. You and Senjuro walk through the halls of the Rengoku estate, following the smell. Usually it’s you who prepares the food— so it’s strange that the smell of salt is wafting through the air.

So strange, in fact, that you and Senjuro can hardly believe your eyes when you slide open the shoji to the dining room and there’s a whole spread of food lined on the table.

“I– what– who–?” Senjuro can’t find the words. You can’t even find any.

Because, what’s more, it’s salt grilled bream and sweet potatoes on the table. Kyo’s favorite.

You’re so shocked by the spread that you don’t even notice Shinjuro entering the other side of the room until he sets down another platter of sweet potatoes on the table with a clank.

Neither you nor Senjuro know what to say. Shinjuro sits, pouring himself a glass of sake. You and your little brother-in-law can only stand in the doorway, mouth agape.

The room is silent, save for the sound of the evening bugs outside as they start to sing for the night.

“Senjuro” Shinjuro finally says after a sip of sake.

He straightens. “Yes father?”

“Have you heard? About the baby?”

Senjuro blinks and looks up to you. Then, he answers hesitantly, not sure how to interpret his own father’s behavior. “Um. Yes, yes I have. Isn’t that such a blessing?”

Shinjuro nods at his son, then at you. Finally, he motions to the food loosely, as if putting together the spread isn’t as big a deal as it is. “You’ll need to eat good meals everyday. For the baby.”

You and Senjuro share looks. After a pause, you both sit down at the table with Shinjuro.

There’s another moment of silence, but then Senjuro smiles and bows his head.

“Itadakimasu, father,” he says. Then, he eyeballs you.

You open your mouth to begin the word of thanks, but the sound gets stuck. Shinjuro sits across from you, his eyes closed as he sips his sake. You bring your hands together to begin the thanks. But it feels wrong.

Senjuro’s puffy eyebrow quirks in confusion at your silence.

Finally you lower yourself to the floor, bending your belly as carefully as you can over your knees, pressing your head into the floor.

“Please forgive me, otousan,” you say. “I was incredibly disrespectful today to the Rengoku family. I should have asked for your permission before taking the things for the Kankagari. Thank you for–”

“Get up,” Shinjuro orders. You’re used to being interrupted by him, so you quickly obey. You feel Senjuro’s hand on your knee under the table– his way of silently supporting you against his rude father.

But the usual apathy in Shinjuro’s eyes is gone, and instead now he looks….softer.

“Kyojuro wouldn’t want you on the floor like that, with the child.”

You bow your head. “Yes. Thank you, otousan.” Then, after a pause, you add, “Itadakimasu.”

The silence that follows is awkward, but again, different from the normal angry silences that follow Shinjuro’s usual bouts of rage.

“Meshiagare,” Shinjuro says, and begins serving the fish.

You and Senjuro begin eating in tow.

It’s not a perfect family dinner.

There’s not much conversation, and when there is, it’s still awkward. The food isn’t necessarily delicious. Shinjuro still drinks far too much sake.

But, you know deep down, somewhere, Kyojuro would be so, incredibly, wonderfully happy at the sight of his family eating together.

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Author's notes: Thank you for reading! This is kind of a sequel to this, but can be read alone too :3

Itadakimasu: Thanking everything involved in the preparation of a meal

Meshiagare: said by a chef or host to show that the food is ready to eat

Onēsan: big sister, can also be used for sister-in-law as well

Otousan: father, can also be used for father-in-law as well

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It’s October! You know what that means... 🎃 (via kxvo)

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[saltydemonloves]

Prewar Bucky x Reader

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: NSFWish, not flat out sex or anything but definitely inappropriate. 

A/N: I didn’t mean to write this much. It was literally supposed to be like a drabble but I couldn’t stop so here we are. Prewar!Bucky and Steve :)

Word Count: 4.6k

“You boys get into too much trouble,” I say, opening the doors of my house and letting them in. “Honestly, how many times are you gonna come to me to patch you up?”

Bucky gives me a bloody grin, “C'mon doll, you know that you’re the best.”

Steve winces as he sits down on my couch, letting his head fall back against the back of it. He hums in agreement and adds, “We couldn’t go to my Ma, she’d have a fit.”

I scoff and shake my head, hands on my hips as I stare at the both of them. Sighing I hold my hand out at them and order, “Wait while I go get my kit.”

“You’re the best!” Bucky hollers after me.

I walk away, going down my houses’ hallway to get to the bathroom where my medkit resides. I walk back into my living room with it and snap my fingers at Bucky, pointing at the couch as a silent way of telling him to sit. He does as told and shuffles over to Steve, sitting next to him.

“You know the drill,” he tells me, eyeing Steve.

I hum in response and turn my attention to said man. Glancing his body over as I try to pinpoint the most important thing to take care of first. His nose was bloody and his lip was busted. He had a cut on his eyebrow and his right eye was already bruising. Sighing I dig through the kit to find the disinfectant and some swaps.

“What happened this time?” I ask, working gently to clean his cuts.

Steve hums and swallows before he answers, “Some assholes were pickin’ on these girls so we stepped in.”

I grin and glance at Bucky, “Oh yeah? And just how well did that go?”

Bucky crosses his arms and grins back, “Just as well as you’d expect, there was three of them and two of us.”

“Hmm.” I dap the swab just a little bit harder and sit back when Steve winces and pulls away.

He glares at me, “What was that for?”

“For being an idiot,” I say. “I know your heart is in the right place but you’re gonna get seriously hurt one day.” I look at Bucky with the same stern expression, “Both of you.”

“When the world’s no longer full of assholes who think they can do whatever they want, then I’ll stop fighting and sit down. Until then I’ll do what’s best.”

Sighing, I shake my head before bandaging what I could and shooing him away. “Fine, go wash your hands. They’ve got blood on ‘em.”

He does as told and stands up, crossing the living room to get to my kitchen. Bucky scoots over to Steve’s spot and gives me his signature grin. I bring my hand to his chin and push it up so that I can see the exact damage on his face.

“Both of you are idiots,” I mumble. “Where’s the blood in your mouth coming from?”

Bucky opens his mouth and pulls the left side open just enough for me to see the gash on the side. I grimace and shake my head, shuddering. “Tooth sliced it open,” he says.

“There’s not much I can do about that,” I say with a huff. “Gargle and swish with salt water to keep it from getting infected is all I can tell you.” I bring my hand to his cheek, it had a pretty decent gash on it. Doing the same as I did Steve, I clean it up and put a bandage on it.

“Anywhere else on the two of you?” I ask, sitting back and crossing my arms.

Steve shakes his head but glances at Bucky, I follow his gaze and stare at James. Bucky glares at Steve before clearing his throat and looking at me reluctantly. I quirk a brow and stare expectantly.

“Fine!” He sighs and stands up. Bucky pulls at the bottom of his shirt, pulling it over his head to expose the number of bruises and a single cut on his chest and ribs.

“Jesus!” I exclaimed, grabbing a loop on his pants and pulling him close. “What happened?”

“He ran into one of the guys and they tumbled down some stairs and right into the trash.” Steve looks a little pleased, no doubt it was because this time I was having a fit over Bucky and not him.

I glare at Bucky and breathe out harshly before taking the antiseptic bottle out of the kit and a cloth. Bucky pulls away, “No, no, no. That shit stings, Y/n.”

“You fell in the trash and got cut,” I state. “I’m sorry but I’m gonna need something more powerful than the disinfectant I was using before.”

Bucky juts out his bottom lip, looking down at his cut then at me, then at the antiseptic. Licking his lips nervously Bucky steps forward slowly. I grab his pants loop again and tug him back into place. He breathes in deeply, “Alright.”

“You don’t wanna sit down, or lie down?” I ask. My hand with the dampened cloth hovers over his cut. 

Bucky shakes his head and gives me a tightly-lipped smile. Sighing I nod and start working on the cut. It wasn’t very deep and wouldn’t need stitches, luckily. But it was long and covered about three of his ribs horizontally. I try dabbing as gently as I can, cleaning it and the skin around it. When Bucky winces, I look up sympathetically and murmur an apology. The room falls into a comfortable silence as I continue working, the only sounds came from Bucky as he winced and grimaced quietly. 

“There you go,” I smile at Bucky and sit back on my couch. 

He breathes a sigh of relief and gives me a sideways grin, “Thanks, Y/n.”

I wave a hand and click my tongue, “You know I’ll do it anytime.” My smile falls slightly and I raise a brow, “I’d like to not have to, though.” I’d kick him if he wasn’t already in so much pain. 

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Soft lips on your neck, carelessly nipping and sucking. You exhale shakily, hands gripping onto his denim jeans in dear life. He laughs, it was a soft puff of warm air on your sensitive skin and you squirm. Laughing again, he pulls away, even in the dark you could see his piercing blue eyes.

“Billy,” you sigh as his hand massages into your thigh. It moved up and down slowly, dragging across your pants that you desperately wished weren’t there. As if he were reading your mind, he sits up and holds himself above you. His hand moves from your thigh to your pants waistband and pulls firmly. Getting the clue, your hips lift automatically and he pulls again. They come off easier and slowly, excruciatingly slowly.

You become impatient. “Billy,” you whine.

His hand movements pause and you bite your lip, looking up at him sheepishly. His brow was raised and he held a stern expression. “What did we talk about?”

You push yourself back into his pillows, “I’m sorry.”

“What?” He turns his ear towards you and leans down.

“I-I’m sorry, Billy.”

He exhales softly, head shaking, his pretty ringlets crowing his face as he looks at you. For a moment, you think he’s going to be mad but the corner of his mouth quirks up in a smile. He leans down and presses a soft kiss to the edge of your lips and then resumes his action of pulling down your jeans.

Before the fun could resume, you both hear a car pulling up to the driveway. Both you and Billy freeze and he looks up, eyes wide.

You look in the direction of the sound, “Uh, w-when were your parents supposed to be home?”

He reaches for his clock and checks the time before muttering, “Shit! Not for another two hours.”

Suddenly, you’re being handled like a doll. He picks you up and then makes you stand up. Your jeans are shoved back on and your shirt tossed at you. Barely you catch it before he’s shoving you out the door and across the hall. “You’re staying over to help Max with her math.”

“R-Right.”

“Hey! No way am I-” Max starts to protest before Billy makes a noise that very clearly meant shut it. He backs out and slams Max’s door shut before you hear his own do the same.

Shakily, you pull your shit on. “I’m sorry, Max. If I knew your parents were coming home I would have invited Billy over to my place instead.”

She glares at me angrily over her comic book before scoffing, “Whatever. It’s not like I’m ever going to see you again.” She sighs, “Better think of some excuse as to why it doesn’t look like we studied at all, Mom and Neil always do a room check once their home.”

Grimacing, you look around the room for some alibi. You see Max’s backpack and lunge for it, opening it and digging out for a book. Any book. Thank God she actually had her math book with her. You snatch it, hop on her bed, and open to a page filled with loose-leaf paper.

Just as you start to catch your breath, the door handle jiggles before pulling open to reveal Max’s mother. You and Max both look up to smile, she stands back, looking surprised.

“Oh, hello! Who are you?”

“I’m Y/n. I came over to help her study? I hope that’s alright.”

Max’s mother looks at her daughter for confirmation, Max reluctantly nods and forces a smile. “Yeah, but we’re just finishing up, aren’t we, Y/n?”

Sighing softly, you nod and close the book, setting it down on her bed. “Yeah, your daughter’s pretty smart. Just a few equations and she was set.”

Her mother beams a parent’s proud smile and rests her hand on her chest, “Well, I’m so glad to hear.” She looks over at Max and asks, “Did you guys already have dinner?”

Shaking her head, Max answers, “No, not yet.”

“Well, I can whip something up real quick for you guys. Dad and I had dinner out so we’ve already eaten. Y/n do you want me to fix you up something?”

Shaking your head quickly, you stand, “No, no, you don’t need to worry about me. I should be heading home anyways.”

“Nonsense, I don’t mind at all. You just stay here with Max and I’ll fix up some mac-n-cheese and chicken tenders, how about it?”

“Sounds… good,” you say with a pained smile. She grins, none the wiser, and leaves the room, closing the door behind her. You exhale a sigh of relief and rub your forehead before turning to Max. “Thank you.”

She just rolls her eyes.

“Actually, I was looking at your math and… do you need help? It looks like you’re struggling a little bit.”

“No.”

Holding your hands up you shrug, “Alright, alright. I could… write down all the answers with the work and you can copy it.” You watch with a smile as her eyes flick up to you and she slowly lowers the comic.

“Really?”

“Sure, haven’t any of Billy’s other girls offered payback?”

Max snorts and shakes her head, “No way. They’re in and out and what words are said between us aren’t that nice.”

“Oh,” you pout. “Well, I’m different. I won’t be mean, at least not intentionally.”

“So you’ll really do my homework for me?”

“Just this once,” You clarify. “If you really want my help, then I suggest you actually take me up on some tutoring sessions. I can leave you my number if you change your mind?”

“Okay…” she seems hesitant as if in any second you’d do something cruel. Instead, you give her a grin and ask her to find you a few pages of paper and a pencil.

You work pretty quickly, it was just above the standard stuff on difficulty. It was an easy enough thing to do for a senior. Once finished you hand of the paper, “There. That should cover it. I’d honestly try messing up a few so it doesn’t look too suspicious but that is up to you.”

“Thanks,” Max says, taking the page from you with glee.  She shoves it into a notebook on her nightstand.

“Billy, Max, Y/n, come eat!” You two hear. Grimacing, you both look at each other before standing and going for the door. You pause before reaching it, giving yourself a once over. Max comes up from behind you and pats your back.

“You look fine,” she says. “Billy’s always careful about evidence. Whatever that means.”

“…Thanks.”

She leads you through the hallway to the dinner table where her mom had placed three plates, already stacked with food.

“Wow, thanks, Mrs. Hargrove.”

“It’s my pleasure,” she says with a smile. “A way to pay back for helping out my Maxine.”

She pats Max’s cheek before giving you a kind smile. She joins her husband in the living room where he was watching t.v and reading the newspaper. 

Max sits at the end of the table, leaving you with the option of two plates beside each other. You choose the one closest to her and sit, picking up the fork awkwardly just as Billy makes his way into the dining room.

He’s silent, barely looks at you as he takes his seat. You wonder if he’s angry you didn’t find an excuse to leave. Or push harder to get out of here. You’re slowly shoveling the food that, while your mind was very distracted, tasted like nothing but mush.

Suddenly, you feel pressure on your knee and realize that Billy was squeezing it. Your chewing slows and you peek over at him to see that he wasn’t looking up at his food at all, chewing on a piece of chicken tender while staring into space.

You blink and turn your focus back to your food. Awfully conscious of the hand the was creeping ever slowly up your thigh. Your skin tingled, like electricity buzzing, your heart pulsing quickly, spreading it.

“So Y/n,” his voice came so suddenly you nearly jump out of your skin. You hate how on edge he makes you. “How did you get here?”

You pause a moment, glancing up to see their parents staring at you curiously. With a clear of your throat, you answer, thankfully without your voice giving yourself away, “I had a friend drop me off on the way.”

“How were you planning on getting back home?”

“W-Walking.”

He clicks his tongue and shakes his head, “That won’t do. How about I give you a ride now that our parents are home to keep an eye on Max hm?”

“That would be great,” you say softly.

Billy looks up to his dad, “Is that alright.”

It looks like he was going to say no for a moment before he hesitates, looks at his watch before sighing and nodding, “Yeah that’s fine.”

Turning back to you, Billy asks, “You wanna go after your done eating?”

“Yes, please.” You could barely get the words out as Billy’s hand inches closer and close up. 

His hand leaves all to suddenly and he grins, “Great.”

Everyone finishes their dinner quickly after that and Max is fast to vanish back into her bedroom. You carry your plate to their kitchen and make a move to start cleaning them when Billy’s hand sneak up behind you. Taking the plates before you can and setting them down on the counter.

He presses himself against you and pins you to the counter, whispering into your ear, “Don’t worry about it. Let’s just go.”

“Right.” You murmur.

You take a few seconds to thank the Hargroves for welcoming you into their home and for letting you eat before quickly slipping out behind Billy towards his car.

He stays silent as you both climb in and he starts the car. He’s even silent after we’re five minutes in.

“B-Billy?” You say anxiously. “Um, are you mad?”

He looks at you with a look of bewilderment, “What?”

“Well you’re just being really quiet and it’s making me nervous.”

“Oh,” he laughs. “No, just… just in my head, I guess.”

“Really, about what?”

“Nothing?” his shoulders shrug. “Just thinking about driving and whatever else. Why would you think I’m mad?”

“I don’t know. I guess whenever a guy I know has been mad at me they’ve given me the silent treatment.”

“Well, don’t worry. I’m not mad at you, no way. You’re an angel.”

Giggling, you give a satisfactory nod, “Good. And thank you.”

Billy chuckles before letting out an annoyed groan, “Can’t believe they came home so early though. I would have wanted to have some more fun.”

“Well…” you grin, “this weekend my parents are going to see my aunt for her baby shower and it’s an adult-only event. Wanna come over then?”

Billy’s smile widens and he gives you a toothy smile, winks, then nods, “It’s a date.”

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Writing

What I can do: fanfiction, self-inserts, reader-inserts, aus, prompts, teratophilia, and smut. I can also write descriptions for characters!

What I can’t do: shipping or pairing with two characters. I won’t do any kind of hate like transphobia, biphobia, homophobia, racism, etc. I won’t do abuse or anything non-consensual.

Pricing

The base price is $1 per every 100 words

For smut, the base price is an additional $5 but the price can vary depending on what is asked for.

For Character descriptions: $5 dollars for basic description, $10 dollars for very detailed. If you want it to be specific to what you want, you’ll have to give me an idea of what you want.

Art

What I can do: portraits, character designs, character sheets, profile pictures, redraws of your own characters.

What I can’t do: fanart of specific characters, furry/anthro, complicated backgrounds, sexual nudity. While I’m not completely against drawing men, I just want to put it out there that I struggle drawing them and it might take extra time if I had to.

A lot of the cant do’s for art isn’t because I don’t want to, it’s just that I’m an 18-year-old self-taught artist who’s struggling to learn how to draw certain things.

Pricing: (Additional Characters or People is an additional $5 for regular pricing, the price for portraits doubles)

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Care for You

Pairings: Cullen Rutherford x Female Inquisitor (Evylen)

Warnings: None! Enjoy!!

Word Count: 1.9k

***

For the past week, Cullens been walking differently, standing stiffly, and holding a continuous grimaced expression. In the company of others, he would force a pained smile and continue with his duties. But there have been moments where the Inquisitor was sitting on one of the many ledges in Skyhold and catch him.

In the short moments that Cullen thought that he was alone, he would groan and try to stretch something out. It was clear that he was in pain and the Inquisitor wondered if perhaps it was because of his lyrium withdrawals. 

One day, when things were calm and there wasn’t much to do in the means of traveling or fighting. The Inquisitor took a chance to slip into Cullen’s office to try to talk to him. He wasn’t there so she sat at his chair and waited. While she did, she noted that his chair was not outright comfortable. And for the commander to take many days where he had to sit and do reports, she wondered if maybe it was the chair instead.

Just as she had made a mental note to ask him about that and inquire about getting him a new chair. Cullen trudges in, grumbling beneath his breath with a stack of papers in hand. He shuts the door he came through with surprising force that made the Inquisitor’s eyes widen. She stilled in his chair and waited for him to notice her.

Cullen stood at the for a moment, reaching up to massage his neck as he read the first paper on the pile. Then he glances up and makes a sound of surprise. “Evelyn! What-” he stops himself short and clears his throat, straightening up. Evelyn doesn’t miss the flinch he makes as he does. “Is there something that I can help you with?”

Evelyn hums and stands up, making a motion for him to sit down. He eyes her for a moment before exhaling softly and doing so. Cullen’s motions were slow and painful, he sets the stack of papers down and sits carefully down in his chair. Evelyn watches with a frown lacing her lips as he does.

“We’re close, Cullen, aren’t we?”

Cullen’s brows raise in surprise, “I - well yes I would like to believe so.”

“So you’d tell me if something was bothering you? The way you let me do the same?”

There was a pause. Evelyn watches as his eyes flicker downwards for a moment before he swallows thickly, “I would.”

“Is there something you’d like to tell me, Cullen?”

“Is there something you’d like to hear,” he says that with surprising heat. Not enough to hurt Evelyns feelings but enough for her to know he was beginning to deflect.

Evelyn brushes a loose strand of hair back behind her ear and sighs softly. She walks over to his side and brings her hand up to clasp the back of his neck gently. “You’re in pain,” she murmurs, massaging her fingers into his muscle as gently as possible. “I don’t want you to be.”

Cullen stiffens at first, his entire body tense and his hands both on the desk clenched into fists. Evelyn watches as the muscle in his jaw twitches. His mouth opens then falters and shuts.

Her frown deepens and she crouches down so that she’s able to see his face. He looks away immediately. “Cullen,” her voice was soft and gentle. The tips of his ears were starting to bloom red and she realized he was embarrassed. “There’s nothing wrong with acknowledging that you’re hurting.”

“I don’t have a problem with that,” he mutters.

“Then what’s wrong? Why won’t you take a day off and try to feel better?”

“There’s no time!” he answers, exasperated. He makes an angry gesture towards the stack of papers, “I need to get this done. But it’s never finished, there’s always more following.”

Evelyn was silent for a moment before she stood and crossed her arms. She stared at the pile of papers demanding Cullen’s attention and sifts through the first half quickly. Huffing, she turns back to him, “I”m going to do something that will most likely anger you.”

“And what’s that?” he groans.

“As the Inquisitor and your leader, I’m ordering you to take a break.” She ignores that angry look that flashes across his face. “There’s a reason we have people like Cassandra and Leliana here, they can take care of these while you take care of yourself.”

“Evelyn-” Cullen stands, shaking his head.

She gives him no time to react as she takes the pile into her arms carefully and looks at him. “Stay here, take off your armor and go upstairs. I’ll be back as soon as I get these delivered into the capable hands of our other advisors.”

Cullen grits his teeth and stands still, watching as she turns on her heel and leaves his office. As she does, she passes an officer and stops him, “Please notify the rest of the officers and soldiers that for the next two days Cullen is not to be bothered in his office.”

“Is somethin’ wrong?” the officer asks, glancing towards the very building he was heading.

“Nothing to concern yourself with, I just think it’s fair time that our Commander finally gets the break that he deserves.”

“Aye,” the officer nods, looking as if he completely agreed. “I’ll let the others know.”

“Thank you.”

*

When Evelyn returned to Cullen’s office after successfully distributing his workload to the others, she sees that he was no longer at his desk. She carried a satchel full of things that tinked and clinked and held still to listen. There were light footsteps upstairs and then the creak of his bed.

“Is that you, Evelyn?”

“Mhm,” she hums, already making her way up the ladder. She groans as she reaches the top. “We really need to renovate this tower,” she breathes. “Give you proper steps. That was hard for me I can’t imagine how it feels for you.”

“It feels fine,” he snaps, glaring at her from his bed. “Don’t mess with my tower.

“I can get you a skylight,” Evelyn says, still painting slightly and massaging her own sore muscles. “One of the ones where you can pull on a rope or a lever to open, you’ll still have your view. Stairs would be nice, wouldn’t they? Just a nice set that curves up, hm?”

“We’ll talk about it,” he grumbles.

“Fine by me,” she murmurs. Evelyn makes her way to him, again he looked away and down. She takes her fingers and tucks them beneath his chin, making him look up at her so that she could smile softly at him. “You know I’m doing this because I care, right?”

He sighs before begrudgingly answering, “Yes.”

Her smile widens slightly and she bends down to peck his lip quickly, making sure to get his scar. Raising back up she tilts her head and eyes him up and down while running her fingers through the side of his hair, “Tell me what’s wrong?”

“Sometimes,” he starts, voice wavering as he struggles, “the withdrawals… they make my muscles seize and lock up, and my back and joints get stiff. Usually, it goes away after a few days but it’s been like this for a few weeks.”

“You do a good job of hiding it,” Evelyn says with a frown. “I wish you didn’t feel that you had to though.”

“I don’t want to burden anyone.” He stills before adding quietly, “I don’t want to make you look weak.”

“What?” Eveyln’s brown pinch together and she grimaces. “Cullen you wouldn’t! You having pain and off days doesn’t make that untrue.”

“Mm.”

“Let’s start small,” she says softly. Evelyn kneels down in front of Cullen and reaches into her bag of things. “I had been watching for a little bit once I realized you were hurting, trying to figure out why. My family has a bunch of retired templars who experience a range of things that they use to treat the things wrong with them. Special recipes passed throughout the generations.”

“And you’re sharing them with me?” Cullen asks, tone softer than before.

Evelyn smiles as she takes a balm and unscrews the lid, “Of course.” She scoops a small amount onto her fingers and massages it between her hands, taking time to warm the balm as she does. Cullen watches silently, meeting her gaze as she looks up to smile at him. She reaches forward to take his right hand first, moving to rub the warm balm into his fingers and hand. She works carefully and slowly, making sure to give each finger plenty of time and attention.

He didn’t say anything but Cullen felt an immediate difference. With the warmth that made its way through his fingers and into his bones, the stiffness, and feeling that his joints were rubbing together eases. He can’t help the sigh of relief that escapes him as she works. Evelyn grins and takes some more, repeating the steps and doing the same to his other hand.

“Better?” There was a soft rumble of approval in his chest that Evelyn hears. His eyes had fallen shut and he was looking much better. Evelyn chuckles and stands up, “And to think I haven’t even started on your back.”

“Hm.”

“Arms up,” she orders, waiting patiently as he complies. Cullen winces as he does, a sharp pain shooting through his back and sides. Evelyn works carefully and quickly, pulling his shirt off and folding it quickly. Putting it to the side. “On your belly please.”

Cullen moves to lay on his stomach, he presses his face into his pillow as he feels her climb up onto the bed and straddle his bottom. 

“Is this okay?” Evelyn asks, watching for a negative reaction from him.

“‘S fine,” he mumbles.

“Good.” This time, Evelyn takes both the balm and oil. She lets a tiny amount of oil pool in the center of Cullens back and fights a laugh at his sound of surprise.

“It’s warm,” he says.

“Mh-hm.” Taking some more balm and massaging it between her hands, she starts where the oil was and begins spreading it out. Cullen groans as she does and she can feel multiple pops as she works. “Okay?”

“Yes,” this time it came out more pained.

Stopping, Evelyn pulls her hands back and stares concernedly at the back of Cullen’s head. “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“It’s hurt a little but then it starts feeling better,” he reassures.

Inhaling deeply, she nods, “Alright.” Evelyn curses beneath her breath at the feeling of all the knots in his back. It seemed like he had rocks for muscles. But she persisted and worked carefully, taking time to work each muscle until it loosened. Then once she was finished with that, she moves to straddle his lower back, not putting any weight on him. Her hands move to his neck where she works swiftly and smoothly. The entire time Cullen made sounds of approval and contentedness.

Once finished, she crawls off of him and sits to his side. “Better?” There was a pause, silence. Evelyn frowns and bends down to better see his face. “Cullen?” She lifts the strands of curls that hid his eyes to see that they were shut. His breathing was soft and slow and his face relaxed. Smiling softly, Evelyn leans forward and kisses Cullen’s brow before pulling away. “Sleep well, love.”

***

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Reformed Spinel

I had the thought that maybe Spinel reformed again after being with the diamonds! I didn't think she'd change back to the way she way but she maybe softened her look so here it is!!

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Sweet Surprise

Pairings: Fem!Hawke x Anders

Warnings: None!

Word Count: 1k

***

Anders would be lying if he said that the clinic wasn’t wearing him down. He loved helping and healing; he loved to make people feel better and to witness the miracles he was a part of. After a long day of healing, he would sit back and take a deep breath. There was a longing for something to soothe and relax him. Hawke was gone with the party of a long trip and wouldn’t be back for another while. This is the time when he longed desperately for a companion other than people. His mind drifts to his Ser Pounce-a-lot.

Three days later he heard the news that Hawke had returned home. He closed up the clinic for the day after treating everyone who needed help that was present. He rushed through the city to find her home and knocked on let himself in quietly. Her mother greets him with a smile when he approaches the front room and he returns it.

“Hawkes upstairs,” she says, sitting in front of the fireplace.

“How long has she been home?”

“She got back last night and went straight up to her room. Haven’t seen her much since then.”

“Did something happen?” Anders asks, his brows pushing together with concern.

Edith shakes her head and sighs softly, “No I don’t think so. Just a long journey.”

“I see,” Anders turns to look up the stairs in the direction of Hawkes room. He fidgets for a moment before exhaling a puff of air and nodding. “I’ll come back later then, I wouldn’t want to bother her. I’m sure she needs her rest.”

“No, no,” Edith says, standing before he could turn to walk away. “She’s been rummaging around for nearly an hour, I’m sure she’s up. Why don’t you go say hi?”

“Are you sure?”

“Mh-hm.” Edith sits back down and gestures for Ander to go, giving him a wide and encouraging smile.

There’s a pause of silence as Ander swallows thickly. He nods and looks up the stairs before beginning to ascend. As he got closer, it did indeed seem that Hawke was awake and up. There were soft thumping sounds and laughs. He trailed to a stop a few steps away and worried if someone else was with her. Pushing through the worry, he closes the space between himself and the door and knocks three times, quickly.

There’s a beat, then slowly steps to the door. “Mother?” he hears. Before he could get a word out, Hawke opens the doors. Her eyes widen in shock as her eyes fall on Anders before she grins, “Anders! Hello.”

“Hello, Hawke,” Anders says, smiling softly. “I thought I’d come to see how the journey faired.”

“It went well,” Hawke smiles. Her smile starts to fall slightly and her eyes seem distant for a moment as she thinks before she refocuses on Anders and asks, “Do you want a surprise?”

“A surprise?”

“You’ll like it!”

“Will I?”

Hawke nods, biting down on her bottom lip as she smiles. She straightens up and closes the door to a crack. Anders sees her turn away and walks away for a moment, she whispers to something. She’s back at the door in a hop and says so quickly her words blurred together, “Close your eyes.”

“Uh, wha-”

“Trust me Anders and close your eyes,” Hawke waits patiently and Anders stares for a moment into her wide shining eyes. There was a bit of reluctance before he couldn’t resist the pouting look she gave him. Anders sighs softly, a small smile playing on his lips, and he shuts his eyes. He didn’t expect for Hawke to grab him by his hand and pull him into her room. The door shuts softly and she leads him across the bedroom.

There was the sound of something shuffling ahead of both of them and Ander’s curiosity was peaked. What could it possibly be?

“Alright,” Hawke says. She stands in front of him and Anders waits for the magic words eagerly. “Okay.” She sounds nervous. “I hope you like this, I had you in mind when I made the decision.”

“You’re making me nervous,” Anders jokes.

“Open your eyes, Anders,” her voice was soft but still edging with excitement.

Slowly he opens them. At first, he sees Hawke peering up at him, almost trembling with excitement and effort of holding still. Slowly he looks down at her raised hands and sees - he gasps and looks up to stare widely at her. “Is that a-” he looks back down. It was a kitten that she held in both of her hands. It was stretched on it’s back in her hold and laid limply, its paws raised above its head. If it weren’t for the fact that it was staring calmly up at him with blue eyes, so blue they almost looked clear, he’d be worried that there was something wrong with it. “Oh!”

“Do you like him?”

“He’s gorgeous!”

“I’ve been told he’s called a Ragdoll cat, I’m sure you can see where they get their name.”

Anders chuckles at that and nods. He holds his hands out and looks at Hawke questioningly, “May I?”

Hawke beams and hands the kitten over, watching with amusement as Anders goes to hold the kitten and it flops back in his hold. They both share a chuckle at the sight. “I found him out in the wild a few days ago. He was a little skin and bones, a little dirty, so I took care of him. He’s already in much better spirits since then.”

“You’re keeping him?”

“Well, I thought about maybe giving him to you…” Hawke murmurs softly. “You mentioned wanting another friend and I figured he’d be perfect for you.”

“Would it be alright if I kept him here? I’m not sure Darktown would be the best place for him.”

“That’s fine,” Hawke grins. “I wouldn’t mind. I’m not sure how Mother would feel about him so how about we keep him a secret. Just a you and me thing?”

“That sounds… nice,” Anders says. He scratches the kitten’s underbelly softly and grinning as he mews softly, bumping his head into Anders’s arm. Hawke hums a tone of agreement and grins, grabbing Ander’s robes and pulling him over to the bed.

“How about you sit here with the kitten and think up a name while I make us some treats?”

Hawke goes to walk away but the sound of her name stops her. She turns to look at Anders who was looking up at her with the widest smile she had ever seen him have. “Thank you,” he says softly, “this is just what I needed.”

Smiling, Hawke nods, “I’ll be back with those snacks.”

Anders grins and looks down at the cat petting it gently. Hawke leaves the room and he sighs softly, “What a wonderful surprise.”

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Bro, it's like 4PM in São Paulo right now and all the smoke made it look like it's already night...city of ashes indeed.

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Revelation

Pair: Stark!Reader x Steve

Requested: Anon

Warnings: None, enjoy!

WC: 1.9k

*****

Steve crept silently through the halls of the compound in the night. He paused at corners, peeking past them before slipping through. If Y/n had done it right, the only things that he would have to worry about were the wondering people.

He approaches a door and glances down with a small grin at the pale yellow light that shone from beneath it. As he stood, preparing to knock, he catches the shadows of not just one person but two and hears the voice of Tony, “Alright Pumpkin, get some sleep. Love you.”

“Yeah, love you too, Dad.”

Steve grimaces and looks down either end of the hallway. He looks at the corner from where he had just come, then at the door further down Y/n’s bedroom. At the sound of Tony beginning to come closer, Steve groans nervously beneath his breath before bounding as lightly as he could to the door. He yanks it open and hops in, breathing a sigh of relief when it’s only a utility closet. He presses his ear against the door, listening for when Tony opens Y/n’s bedroom door and begins leaving in the direction Steve had come from.

He gives himself another two minutes, counting each painstaking second. As soon as he reached the last number he twists the doorknob and peeks his head out before walking out and closing the door softly. He crept back towards Y/n’s door and knocks once, then twice, then once again.

There’s an audible gasp from behind the door before it swings open to reveal a grinning Y/n. She grabs him by the collar of his shirt before he could react and yanks him into her spacious room. Steve catches her as Y/n jumps up, wrapping her arms around his neck and hugging him tightly.

“You’re here,” she squeals. Then Steve feels her tense and she pushes herself away and off of him. Her brows push together and she squints at him, “Did you run into Dad? He just left.”

Steve breathes out a laugh, “It was close.” He juts a thumb back behind him, “Er, I actually had to hide in that supply closet. I was just outside when he was going to leave.”

“Oh wow!” Y/n giggles softly, her head tossing back as she does. Steve watches, smitten by the sight.

He swallows thickly, licking his lips, “I missed you.”

Y/n stops laughing, peeking up at him, the amused twinkle in her eyes softening. “Hm,” she smiles, reaching back up to wrap her arms lightly around his neck. More so leaning them on top of his shoulders and lightly musing the back of his hair. She goes onto the very tip of her toes to press a soft, longing fueled kiss to kiss to his lips.

Steve immediately leans down, reacting to the feeling of her soft touches with a smile and a groan. He pulls back only far enough to mutter out, “It’s been too long.”

“Maybe you should take a break,” Y/n suggests, raising her brows as she lets him go. “You know that no one would judge you for it.”

Steve scoffs and follows her to her bed, flopping down with her and letting her curl her body into his, linking her legs with his as she does. “I don’t think I remember how to take a break.”

“Well you should learn,” she murmurs into the cloth of his shirt. “You’re too stressed.”

“Hm,” Steve leans his face into her hair and exhales softly. “How about this, after this next one I’ll take a few weeks off. And at that time, we can tell Tony.”

“Tell Tony?” Y/n repeats, nose scrunching at the notion. “You mean-” she pushes herself up and gestures in between the two of them, “-of us?”

“I don’t feel right about keeping it from him, sweets. He should know.”

Y/n sighs and flops back down. “I know,” she whines. “I just… I just don’t want to deal with the aftermath.”

“I know.”

Y/n was quick to move the conversation to other things. More normal things. Normal for them, at least. And when all the talking was done and Y/n’s eyelids had begun to drop, Steve watches with a soft smile. He watches as she struggled to fight the sleep and soon lost. She falls slack in his arms and Steves waits until he was sure she wouldn’t wake before he slips from beneath her arms. Chuckling at how she fought him and tried holding on. He pulls on her covers and turns off the lamp that had been left on before opening her bedroom door and creeping out, returning to his own quarters.

*** Time Skip ***

“Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit,” Y/n chants as she runs through the car garage towards her car. Tony was on her heels.

“Y/n? Y/n! Where are you going?”

“To the hospital!” She yells, fumbling for her keys.

“Oh,” he was in her passenger seat before she could start the car, “so you heard.”

“Yes, I heard!” she says exasperated, peeling out of the driveway as she does. “Why did no one tell me?”

Tony pauses, staring at his daughter as she struggled to blink through the tears. He only replies with a soft, “We didn’t know that you cared this much.”

“Of course I care,” she cries. “He’s a part of the team!” Tony stays silent, hands gripping his thighs as he’s sure Y/n breaks the law, again and again, driving through the roads and streets. He owes the fact that not once did she get pulled over to her immeasurable luck.

The reach the hospital in a surprisingly short amount time and Tony only barely manages to keep up with Y/n as she rushes through the inside traffic towards the entrance desk. “I need to see Steve Rogers,” she says in a burst, panting heavily. She stares wide-eyed and impatiently at the gentleman behind the desk who looked shocked and stared to be seeing the daughter of Tony Stark.

“I-I’m sorry,” he stutters, “b-but I can’t just let you-”

“Please!” she begs, using all of her self restraint not to climb over the desk and find Steve’s room herself.

“She’s with me,” Tony says, coming up behind and resting a firm hand on her shoulder. He gives her a look that tells her to reel back before looking back at the man. “We’re here to see Steve, please.”

“Oh, of course,” the man flushes, looking down to find the room. He tells them the room number and Y/n doesn’t waste a second to find an elevator. She mashes the buttons impatiently while groaning lowly.

Steve was sleeping when she reached him. Y/n went from the energetic woman to silent and drained in mere seconds while staring at him. She had seen him battered and she had seen him bruised but Steve was nearly unrecognizable. Half of his face was bandaged and parts of the other were swollen. She lets out a soft sigh and walks up to his bedside, reaching to touch him but stopping just before. Instead, she looks around and finds the chair next to his bed, sitting down and resting her hand on his. “I’m here, Steve.”

Tony watches from the doorway, his brows furrow before he steps out and grabs his phone. He brings it up to his ear, “F.R.I.D.A.Y?”

“Yes, Tony?” Comes the semi-automatic voice of his A.I.

“I need you to do some investigating for me.”

*

He glared at his monitors, arm crossed and jaws clenched. There was nothing, absolutely nothing. No interactions besides the ones where a member of the team was present and even then it was minimal at best. A few friendly conversations before they split ways. There was so little nothing that it was obvious the feed had been tampered with.

“I want to see the untampered files, can you find them?”

There’s a pause as F.R.I.D.A.Y scans her data before saying, “I can’t find anything.”

Shaking his head, Tony mutters, “There’s only one person that’s smart enough to do this without me noticing.” He turns on his heel and heads for Y/n’s room.

When he walked in, he saw that once again she was gone. No doubt with Steve at the hospital again. He heads straight for her computer and grabbed her laptop while he walked. Propping it up and hacking into them with ease. It took a surprising amount of time for him to find the files but he did. They were all in a folder on her computer.

For a moment, he hesitated to click on it. No doubt, there were things he didn’t want to see. This would definitely damage their relationship. He stares, teeth grinding together, finger hovering over the mouses left button. Exhaling a growl, he exits out and leaves Y/n’s room with a slam of her door.

“Please let me know when she gets home,” he orders, going straight for his workshop.

When Y/n gets home, she’s weary but relieved. According to the doctor, thanks to Steve’s increased healing, he’ll be home by the end of the week. But he would still have to take some time off to heal all the way and properly. She’s glad he’s finally taking that break, just wishes it weren’t under these circumstances.

The compound was quiet. Wanda and Vision were nowhere to be found and everyone else was keeping to themselves. She frowned as she walked, it was too quiet. She reaches her room and walks in, unperceptive to her father who was sitting at her desk watching her with a glare and his arms crossed. Y/n goes to put her coat in her closet when she finally sees him and gasps, bracing her hand against her chest.

“Dad!” she exclaims, staring at him for a moment before squinting. “What’s wrong?”

“How dare you.”

“What?”

“How. Dare. You.”

“Dad?”

“Not only did you tamper with the feed, but you went behind my back and were dating of all people, Steve.”

“I-” her eyes widen and she glances at her computer behind him. “You went through my stuff?”

“You went through mine,” he counters. He lifts a ‘pause’ finger. “But, I did not look at the feed that you stole. I have one question. Why?”

“I didn’t…” Y/n struggles for the words, looking down. Her heart was ramming against her chest and she swallows down the fear rising in her throat. “I didn’t want to deal with your disapproval,” she admits finally. “I didn’t want to fight you about it.”

“And now we’re fighting about it and more.”

“Dad…”

“Y/n. Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t Steve tell me?”

“He wanted to,” Y/n murmurs. “I didn’t. I liked being secret. He didn’t.” Looking up, Y/n says, “We were planning on telling after his last mission when he took a break. We weren’t planning on him getting hurt.”

“What… how…” Tony sighs, “… what kind of relationship do you two have? Is it serious?”

“I love him. We haven’t talked about, you know, anything besides the now. We’ve been focusing on the present. Except for the 'you’ situation.”

“You love him?”

“I really, really love him, Dad.” Y/n’s heart swells just for talking about it. Her heart flutters and her cheeks begin to burn at admitting it to him. She glances behind him, “Um, I’ll return the feed.”

“Is there anything that I’m going to see that I shouldn’t?”

Y/n laughs and shakes her head, “No. But, um, there are some things where it looks like we’re doing something but I swear that we’re not. It’s just that at night is when we spend the most time together. He always leaves after I fall asleep.”

“I feel like I’m going to explode, but ok.” It was true, Tony was red-faced and there was a light layer of sweat on his forehead. Y/n chuckles softly and walks over to him, bending down to hug him tightly. He wraps his arms around her, “It’s okay. I just need some time to process what I already knew.”

“Okay?”

“Mhm.”

“I love you, Dad.”

Tony stands and walks to her door, pausing to turn and smile a pained smile at her, “I love you too, hun.”

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