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abiatackerman · 5 months

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Period Cramps

The environment of your office is peaceful, just like the weather today. It's not too hot or too cold. Comforting. So You are working with great concentration, checking the soldier's reports on their physical health peacefully, humming to yourself.

Until.....

You groan in pain as you suddenly feel the sharp pain in your abandon. The pain that reminded you that you're on your period.

You whimper and move the reports aside and rest your arms on the table and your head on your arms. You sigh and close your eyes, trying to numb the pain.

"It seems someone isn't feeling well."

A familiar voice says softly as they step into the infirmary. It is the one and only, Captain Levi of the survey corps. He came in after hearing you groan in pain and he is now watching you clutching your abdomen.

"I'm really not in any mood to hear your insults right now, cap..... Get out."

You say groaning, still not raising your head.

"I have no intentions of insulting you. In fact, I'm not even surprised that you're having your time of the month."

He says in his usual rough voice as he stepped forward, he leans his body against the table.

"Besides, how are you supposed to defend humanity if you can't even take a period cramp? You're a grown ass woman, not a brat."

"Who said that it's a period cramp? Just because I'm a woman and that I'm clutching my stomach doesn't mean I'm on my period."

You say as you raise your head to look at him.

"I know what period cramps look like."

He says coldly as he stares at you. He stares in a way that's almost as if he sees right through you. Then he pulls his hands out of his pockets and reaches out to grab your wrists.

"Stand!"

"Hey! What are you doing? Move! Don't touch me!"

You say in a shocked voice as he grips your wrists and you try to move your hand away.

"What's the matter? Too weak to even stand for a proper examination? I thought you were stronger than that, brat…"

He says callously as his words pierce you like a dagger. Then he pulls your arm up and he starts to roll up your sleeve.

"What are you doing?"

You ask with a confused tone.

"Do I need to spell it out for you, or do you seriously not get it? I'm going to check if you have a fever, if you're bleeding, and just how unhealthy you are. You look completely pale, so clearly, you aren't fine."

He says as he finishes rolling your sleeve up.

"Calm down now, will you? I'm perfectly fine, Levi. I'm admitting it, ok? I'm admitting that it's just period cramps! Also are you forgetting that I'm the doctor here, not you?"

You say in an annoyed tone though surprised a bit seeing how worried he is for you. Not that his expressions are showing that but his works are.

"That's a complete load of shit."

He says as he starts feeling your arm for a heartbeat and also checks for any other signs of sickness like your skin tone and if your wrist feels unusually warm.

"You're not fine. Your skin tone indicates that you are a little ill and your pulse is irregular."

He says plainly as he continues to check you. And since you're on your period, you suddenly get annoyed instead of getting happy that he's caring for you. And your hormones force you to yell at his face. So you do the unimaginable thing.....

You yell right at his face.

"I'M TELLING YOU IT'S JUST A PERIOD CRAMP! AND I SWEAR YOU WON'T LIKE TO SEE HOW A WOMAN BEHAVES WHEN SHE GETS ANGRY ON HER PERIOD!!!!!!!!!"

There's a long pause. All you could hear was his quiet breathing as he continued to listen to your heart beat. All you could see was his piercing eyes looking you right in the face, unblinking.

"You are such a pain in the ass and I'm gonna punish you for spitting your shit on my face."

He says as he quickly picks you up and throws you over his shoulder and heads towards the door.

"Hey hey hey what are you doing?"

You say panickedly as you keep throwing your legs and arms and try to get down.

"I'm taking you back to the barracks and you'll stay in bed and rest until you fully recover."

He says in a completely calm voice as he continues to carry you over the shoulder. He walks past the soldiers that were shocked and curious of the scene. He was calm as ever, despite your struggling. And when the cadets stare at you two with shock, his face displays absolutely no emotion as he continues to walk forward. Also he's completely oblivious of your embarrassment as he enters the HQ building. He walks through the hallway, down the numerous stairs and doors, carrying you like you weight nothing. It must've been a spectacle, because no one has ever seen Levi act this way, or act this gently, or even touch a woman for that matter. You were completely shocked as well.

He walked into his private room down the hall, set you down on the bed, and shut the door. Then he turns back and he walks over to shut all the curtains. He is completely and utterly calm. But when he comes back over to the bed, he suddenly pins you down and he looks down at you. He stares at you like he sees through your defenses and right down to your soul. There is a silent tension between both parties as he leans closer to you.

You moan softly as his hand slips under your shirt and rests on your abdomen. You close your eyes sighing as his palm presses down on your womb, where the cramping seems to be coming from. He squeezes you firmly but gently.

"This is where it hurts?"

He asks as he continues to make small circles around the area that is cramping. In response, you nod and you speak softly, keeping your eyes closed.

"You're not a person who's supposed to do this. Then why are you comforting me?"

He doesn't say anything as he continues to apply pressure on your stomach. The feeling of his hands is sending chills down your spine and you could feel your body slowly relax the more he pressed on you, his hands working their magic. But even so, his face remains expressionless and his tone is still flat and cold.

"Does this feel better?"

You finally smile and open your eyes. You nod and speak with a cheerful tone.

"Surprisingly yes. Thank you."

"Good."

He says as he continues to make smooth circles of his hand all around the area that’s cramping.

"I'm guessing this is going to be an annoying, filthy, weekly thing while you bleed out-"

He mentions, making a slight snarky comment.

"I didn't tell you to bring me to your room. What if I bleed on your bedsheets?"

You ask, chuckling as you brush his hair away from his forehead. His lips curls up a bit as he continues to massage the cramping area, he can't help but notice how soft you are. It took every fiber of his being to not grab your entire body. You are too cute to ignore. After a moment of silent massaging and no talking, he finally speaks.

"All the shit and mess you left behind yourself.... I'm not oblivious to cleaning them up for you."

You smile, understanding what he is referring to. He's your knight in shining armour at the battlefield, your teacher when it comes to training, your personal bodyguard when anyone or anything tries to hurt you in any way.

He's always there for you.... Removing all obstacles and cleaning your way for you.

"I don't remember shitting on your sheet."

You say, laughing.

"You do have a filthy mouth."

He says, teasing you and as he continues to press down on the cramping area. His hands had moved slightly downward and he was now gently stroking your hip bones.

"Hum... I've learned that from you, definitely."

You reply, smugly as Levi keeps working on your cramps and he doesn't respond. He just stays silent and his hands just do his work. You could feel how his hands were so experienced yet he never had done this before. His palms were so gentle but also strong enough to soothe. He squeezed and flexed his fingers in between your hip bones, pressing his hands even tighter on you, his grip starting to get stronger as he rubbed you.

"Levi.... I might fall asleep, yk..."

You mumble, closing your eyes.

"I'm not sure how your weak body can handle this much touching, so I suppose that's a possibility."

He says sarcastically then looks at you as he continues to massage you. Since you were too tired to reply to his insult, you just hum and let yourself drift to dreamland. His eyes look down at your face, and his expression is slightly different from normal, he almost looks as if he is admiring you. His pupils dilate as he watches your eyes close in a blissful state.

Before you fall completely asleep, you could hear his voice whisper quietly in your ear as he leaned in closer.

"You're mine...you belong to me."

He says as he looks down at you and you feel his lips staying on yours for a while. Then he starts to whisper again........

"The light of my dark life. My one and only doll."

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64sue · 10 months

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𝑨 𝒃𝒐𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒊𝒕 | 𝑳𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐 𝑵𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒔

pairing: Lando Norris × fem reader/!girlfriend

summary: after a long race weekend you knew that Lando needed some rest but also wanted to celebrate his podium, you exactly knew how to do this...

warnings!: cute names (baby, honey stuff), soft smut I guess, tried to made smut okey?, unprotected sex

author note: !eng is not my first language! sorry for all mistakes, it's also my first fanfic, hope you'll enjoy this, love u all <3

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After the race atmosphere was awesome, Max collected another win in 2023 season and Lando with Charles were also on podium. You walked straight there with mechanics and engineers from McLaren team, to watch your boyfriend stands on the second place. You were watching him when he did his special spraying technique and had fun with Max and Charles. P2 in his home race - Silverstone, that was something and you want to enjoy this with him.

After the media pen, you and Lando went towards to McLaren motorhome, where were Zak, Oscar and rest of the team. They started to congrats Lando his podium in home GP. Zak hugged and congratulated him and when he realised that you stand behind everyone he went towards to you. He put his hand on your shoulder, you jumped under his touch because you didn't expect this, you were busy watching your boyfriend having fun with his team mate and team.

"You must be proud of your boyfriend, didn't you?"- Zak asked looked at his papaya drivers.

"Of course, I'm! Look at him, he is so happy"- you felt lil smile on your face when you looked at him once again.

"I'm the proudest girlfriend now, Oscar also did great today"- you gave Zak a nice smile.

"Yeah that's true, boys get along well and this is very important for the good of the team, they are also great racers" - he smiled to you.

"Ye...- you couldn't finish your sentence because you felt two strong arms wrapped around your waist - that was him, you can feel how you are melting under his touch.

"So you two guys are gossiping about me, right?"- Lando looked at you with a mixture of proud and sneaky.

"Uhh yeah pretty boy, you got us"- you blushed and looked at him with your puppy eyes, you know that it really turns him on...

Lando and you said goodbye to Zak and the team and went towards to his driver room. Lando closed the door, put down his trophy with big No.2 on it. Without a word he went closer to you and gave you massive, warmly and lil sweaty hug. You two stayed like this for a moment, you moved closer to his ear and whisper softly

"I'm so proud of you baby, you did a great job today".

You feel lil smile on his face, he raised his head and gave you gentle kiss on your forehead, you started to smile either when you lost in his beautiful eyes. You was overjoyed that you can enjoy his happiness with him so close. Lando break the silence

"I need to take a quick shower, then we can go back to the hotel" - smiled slightly, you nooded as an agreement.

After 30 minutes, you left Silverstone paddock together. You went to his McLaren 765LT Spider. When you reach the hotel, you met with crowd of fans with papaya caps and shirts, amazing view... When you get off from Lando's McLaren, you waited for him watching him take a photos with his fans and give them autographs. After 5 minutes he took your hand and you went straight to the hotel room.

When you finally entered to your hotel room you went to the bathroom to take a shower and do your daily skin care. You wear black short gym leggings and oversized dark pink shirt. Before left you applicated a colourless but shiny lip gloss. When you left the bathroom you saw Lando just in his grey sweatpants and boxers, standing in the middle of the room, he talked with someone from McLaren. You got an idea.... He stands with his back to you and he didn't hear when you left the bathroom. You waited for him to finish the call leaning against the door frame. You had time to observe your beautiful boyfriend. You could take a look at each inch of him.

Finally when he put the phone down, he suddenly felt warmth around his hips. You hug him from behind as tightly as you could. You loosen your grip so he could turn to you. Lando started to look at you still with a lil shock but with smile on his face. You started to staring into his big beautiful blue eyes, they are so... oh god you lost in them again...

Lando staring into your beautiful face too, tried to look and remember every part of it. Finally your eyes meeting in an electric gaze.

"What did I do to deserve such surprises, hm baby?"- he smirked.

You put your best puppy eyes with quick answer

"My pretty boy always deserves for all the best surprises"- you didn't wait long for the response.

He moved closer to you and close the gap between you in softly and warmly kiss. Lando put his hands on your waist, and you put your hands on back of his neck.

The kiss turned into two tongues fight. Lando grabbed your waist and you wrapped your legs on his hips. Your hands moved into his dark brown curls, you love to touch them this way. He break the kiss to take a breath and looking straight to your eyes, at the same time he walked towards the bed. He tasted so good, you had no idea how bad you needed this.

Lando gently pushed you into bed. He walked on the top of you this way you were between his legs. Lan closed the gap between your lips again, this time with more dominant kiss and placed his hand on your cheek.

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His other hand found way under your shirt and he started to play with your boobie and nipple. You moaned into his mouth during the kiss with a pleasure, you can feel how bad you are melting under his touch.

Lando moved down to your neck placed a gentle kisses on them. Still playing with your nipple, he started to make on your neck some hickeys, you moaned but louder this time. You put your hands into his brown fluffy curls and felt you getting wet. In the same time Lan squeezed your boobie and lifted his head so he could look at you, focusing your full attention on him. You nodded with agreement, in one smooth move he took off your shirt and started to suck your nipple.

"Lan pleaaaase baby please"- you moaned.

He lifted his head to look at you, moved closer to your ear and whisper

"Tell me baby, what you want me to do to you", he said with this his sassy gaze.

He started to place more hickeys but this time on your soft boobies.

"Fuck me Lan, fuck me baby pleaseee".

You felt a lil smile on his face. Then you felt warm lips on yours and in the same time Lando started to rip you from your gym pants and underwear. He moved his strong arm higher and higher up your thigh. Your needy pussy were completely wet now. He lowered his head.

"Lan pleaa..."- you begged him but you weren't able to finish when you felt his tongue against your clit. You moaned loudly and threw your head back. Lan licked and tasted every inch of you and you two enjoyed this.

"Lan I'm so closee"- you moaned.

He slow down and gave you a few kisses on your wet pussy.

"Beg me baby, beg me how bad you want to come, come for me"- he smirked with proud. You did exactly what he wanted.

"Please pretty boy please, let me come"

You moaned so loud when he put his two fingers into your wet, needy pussy. You moaned with a pleasure. He started to move them slowly.

"Lan faster, pleeease baby fasteeer", you can't help because you moaned after every word what's even more turned Lando on.

"L Laan I'm c closee" you moaned to him.

He moved his fingers a lil bit faster when you finally came into his fingers. He put out his fingers from you and started to placed gentle kisses on your thighs. Then he went higher and higher and finally he went again to your boobies, started to do circles with his tongue on your nipple. You played with his god damn good curls.

When he lifted his head you put your hands on the back of his head and placed soft kisses on his neck, you can feel him melting under your touch. You whisper to him

"Lan fuck me please, fuck me as hard as you can babyy".

You lifted up and switched the position, now you were on top of Lando, in quick moves you rip off his sweatpants, now he was just in his boxers. He was between you legs so you started to move your hips on his. You can feel how hard he is, Lan grab your hips and moved his arms with them. Now he moaned and begged for more, for entering into you.

"So pretty boy, what do you want me to do to you hmm?"- you decided to play with his own game.

You can't help, in one smooth movement you took off his boxers and now you can see how big and hard he is.

"I.."- he wasn't able to finish when you grabbed his chock in one hand and the other gripped on his hips. You started slowly moved your hand up and down and then quicker and quicker. Lan moaned as you last time and even louder and threw his head back.

"Babyy I I'm cloo ose" he moaned.

"I want you to cum into me babyy".

You didn't have to wait for an answer. Lando grabbed your waist and now he was again on top and you layed on bed. You wrapped your legs around his hips and put your arms around his neck and he finally can entered into you. You two moaned loudly. Lan entered slowly but started to move his hips faster and faster. You enjoy this feeling when his big chock filled perfectly your tight pussy.

"Ha arder L Lan h harder" your words were punctuated by moans. Lando went faster and harder, you were so close to come.

Seconds later you felt his warm cum filled up all over your clit. You came a moment after him. It felt fuckin wonderful. He placed a few kisses on your neck. He put out his wet dick from your pussy and lay down next to you.

When he looked at you he started to smile. You played with his curls and think how perfect they are. You moved closer to him and whisper

"You did so perfect honey, I'm so proud of you"

He smirked and asked - "you mean on track or here, baby?" - asked with this his sassy smile but you fuckin love this and he knew this. You blushed and rolled your eyes

"Both" - you put your sneaky smirk on. You didn't wait long when Lando moved his hand on your cheek and closed the gap in a soft, gentle kiss on your lips.

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crowleying · 2 years

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My policeman | m!reader

Date: 06.12.2022

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x m!reader

Reader’s pronouns: he/him

Words: 4.840

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Characters: m!reader, Tommy Shelby, Polly Gray, Ada Shelby, John Shelby, Arthur Shelby, Esme Shelby, Harry Fenton, others

Genre: Romance

Length: Oneshot

Warnings: Angst with a happy ending

Requested: No

Prompts: No

Summary: Tommy Shelby is suddenly very interested in you and you have no idea why.

A/N: English is not my first language, so feel free to correct any mistake, and I would love to know what you think about it. If you like my works, please like and reblog them. REQUESTS ARE OPEN. I posted a List of prompts, so check it out! Let me know if you would like to be tagged in my works.

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You were on patrol around the city with one of your colleagues. You knew he was on the Peaky Blinders' payroll but, after all, only a handful of policemen weren't. You were one of them. It was confusing to most people in Small Heath, mainly because they knew you were John Shelby's best friend. He had offered you money to give them information and turn a blind eye to their affairs as they did with everyone, but you had made it clear that you couldn't be bought. He had respected that. The balance was fragile. The whole deal was based on your friendship. You had been able to refuse the money without losing your job because you were friends and people respected you because of your bond to the most powerful family in Birmingham, and a little because you did your job and wouldn't hesitate to throw people in jail if needed. You didn't pretend not to see what happened around you. Not even if the Peaky Blinders were involved. However, being friends with John also prevented you from trying to tear the whole business down. Everyone had learnt it pretty soon, so they had just started doing their things when you weren't on patrol, which meant your rounds were always quiet. You didn't complain. You didn't like arresting people, especially if they were Blinders.

That day seemed to be especially quiet. Well, as quiet as Small Heath could be. Your eyes observed the people going on about their lives around you while you chatted with your colleague. Many people greeted you, and you smiled back.

You turned to your partner, your eyes wide and a big smile on your face. "What?! No way. What is this, your... seventh?"

"Yeah," he replied smiling proudly under his thick moustache. "Four girls and two boys. I'm rooting for another boy."

"Congrats!" You patted his back, but you saw his face change, suddenly becoming serious.

He looked up and touched his cap, tilting his head down. "Morning, Mr Shelby."

You turned and saw Thomas Shelby on one of his horses, riding down the road. You nodded towards him as a form of greeting but didn't touch your cap or wish him a good day.

He nodded back at you, and you felt his icy blue eyes pierce through you. It wasn't anything new. You felt that way every time he looked at you and you wondered if everyone could feel it when they were under his gaze as if he could see everything that was inside. It felt as if God was scrutinizing you. You did understand why John called him Tommy the Almighty.

Even as he passed by you, you could still feel his eyes burn holes in you. You kept walking but turned to look at him and saw he was already looking. You turned back to the front.

"I don't know how you can refuse their offer. By the way he was looking at you, he really wants you on his payroll."

When you walked into the Garrison that night and asked Harry for a glass of whiskey, he refused your money and said it had already been paid for, then nodded towards the private room next to the counter.

"Yeah, well, John knows it won't happen." You shrugged, but the feeling of his eyes on you lingered and stayed with you for the rest of the day.

"Mr Shelby wishes to speak with you."

You rolled your eyes at the formality John liked to mess with when you were involved and grabbed your glass heading to the room.

"Come on, John, how many tim-" you started as you opened the door only to stop mid-sentence when you met Tommy's icy gaze instead of John's warm and playful one. "Thomas."

He was smoking alone, a glass of whiskey in front of him.

He beckoned you with a motion of his fingers. "Close the door and take a sit."

Your eyebrows raised, unimpressed by how he was treating you like one of his men. Maybe he had forgotten you didn't work for him.

"If you want to buy me, Thomas, you can save it. I'm not on sale," you said without doing any of the things he had asked of you.

He observed you for a few long seconds as if trying to read you. Then he sighed, tearing his gaze away from you and knocking the ash of his cigarette into the ashtray. "That's not why I wanted to talk to you."

When you still didn't move, he turned towards you again. "I promise. Please, come sit with me."

You hid your surprise at hearing him saying the word "please." You didn't think he even knew how to pronounce it for lack of use. You closed the door behind you and took a sit on the other side of the table from him.

You rolled the whiskey in your glass waiting for him to speak. "What did you want to talk about?" you asked when he didn't.

He offered you a cigarette but you refused. You didn't trust him outside family gatherings and that wasn't a social call.

"I would like to invite you to dinner."

You frowned. You had already been to dinner at the Shelbys plenty of times and not once had Thomas himself been the one to invite you. "Uhm... sure, tell Polly to count me in."

"I mean with me."

His reply startled a laugh out of you. "I never thought you were one for pranks. Thought you left that to Johnny."

He stared at you, his expression unchanged. There was no trace of a smile on his face. "I'm serious."

You looked back at him with a newfound seriousness and slammed your glass on the table, spilling some of its content. "I really hope not."

It was your turn to observe him, trying to understand what his real intentions were. "What do you really want from me, Thomas?"

"I want to take you out for dinner."

You snorted. "You think I'm a fool?"

"No," he let out much lower than his usual tone.

"You can't buy me so you're trying to get me arrested. That's too low even for you."

He shook his head. "That's not-"

"Save your bullshit," you interrupted getting up. You leaned forward pointing a finger at him. "You try this shit again and I'll get you arrested."

You were smoking with John by the cut like you did when you were fifteen. You loved the fact that your friendship hadn't changed all that much, not after you had been to war together, nor when you had decided to join the police. With John, it had always been easy. No judgement, just two boys having fun and doing what they had to live in such a hard world.

Then you walked out.

"So, new girls?" he joked.

You looked at him unimpressed, before looking back in front of you.

John was the only person who knew you didn't like girls. You had found out thanks to him. When you were young, you had experimented with each other. There had been some kisses and a couple of hand jobs. He had soon understood he wasn't into men, but he had never judged you. To these days he still joked about it and you had never really minded until Thomas had asked you out.

"Did you tell him?"

He abruptly turned to look at you. "You know I would never."

"Then how the fuck did he know, John?" you asked, throwing your unfinished cigarette into the cut, clearly upset.

"Tommy, he always seems to know shit," he said slowly, playing with his cap and looking down at it in his lap. He looked at you. "But he means good. He isn't trying to fuck you up."

You snorted. You trusted John and you were sure he believed what he was saying, but Thomas was cunning and he could have people believe anything he wanted. Maybe he had tricked his own brother into believing he really was interested in you, knowing he would have put a good word in for him.

"Are you still coming to dinner tomorrow though?"

You had been a guest of the Shelbys every Saturday for dinner for as long as you could remember.

"Will he be there?"

"Probably."

You groaned.

"Come on. You won't even have to talk to him. How many times have you two talked at dinner?"

You frowned. "Probably more than you would expect."

Now that you thought of it, Tommy had always found a way to exchange a few words with you after dinner about the most random topics. You had always enjoyed those moments. Talking with him was nice. He didn't smile a lot, not like before the war, but he had always been kind to you. You had always thought he did that just for John's sake, so you had never considered him a friend or anything. In addition to that, the huge crush you had had on him had made it hard to be as comfortable with him as you were with the rest of the family. You had completely overcome that now, though. Still, the awkwardness was hard to shake off.

John bumped his shoulders into yours, bringing you back to the present. "The kids will be a pain if you don't come."

You rolled your eyes. "Fine."

When you stepped into the Shelbys' household the following evening, you got surrounded by John's kids. They either hugged you, pulled you somewhere, or screamed at you about their day. You loved them, but they could be a lot. Finally, Ada came to save you, and you smiled gratefully at her. She hugged you and invited you to follow her to the kitchen where all the others were. Tommy was missing, and you felt relief flooding you. You hadn't even finished greeting everyone when the front door opened. Little Finn ran to welcome the newcomer. You held your breath and your eyes found John's on the other side of the room. He looked guilty. You frowned, but before you could take him aside to ask what he had done, Tommy walked into the kitchen with Finn in his arms. When you turned towards him, he was already looking at you and you couldn't bring yourself to utter a word in greeting. Your lips stayed still.

John grinned triumphantly.

"Let's sit and eat," Polly said, setting the pot in the centre of the table.

While she served, everyone took a seat, and somehow you found yourself next to Tommy. John had taken the seat that was usually reserved for you and you had to take his. Now you understood the look you had seen in his eyes earlier. You would punch him later.

"Not exactly what I had in mind, but it's something." Tommy's murmur was drowned by the others chatting and you would have missed it too if you hadn't been so close to him.

You pretended you hadn't heard and instead thanked Polly for filling your plate.

For the whole dinner, you did everything you could to forget Thomas was there. You chatted with everyone, complimented Polly for her cooking, asked Esme how she could be so patient with all those troublemakers around, glared at John multiple times, joked with the kids, even taking one of them on your lap when he wanted to show you the small gap in his smile left by the tooth he had lost a couple of days earlier.

Tommy stayed silent for the most part, as usual. He commented on a thing here or there and messed with the kids for a little fun. You could always feel his gaze on you. His eyes might have been the colour of ice, but sure as hell, you could feel them burn on your skin. He saw to it so that your glass was never empty, and even if you remembered distinctly rejecting him that day at the Garrison, it seemed like he hadn't gotten the memo, although he had probably just decided to ignore it because Tommy Shelby only ever played by his rules.

After dinner, the children went off somewhere to play while Polly and Esme washed the dishes. Ada had excused herself saying she was tired and she would go to bed early, but you were pretty sure she would climb out of the window to go see Freddy. Arthur took out a bottle of rum and filled four glasses.

"I should go, actually," you announced, getting up.

"No way!"

"Oh come on, you can stay for a nightcap."

John, who was now sitting next to you, pulled on your arm and you sat back down with a sigh. Arthur grinned and a small, pleased smile appeared on Tommy's face. You wanted to slap it away. Instead, you glared at him and grabbed his cigarette case to take one in retaliation. It only caused his smile to grow.

You put the cigarette between your lips and scowled at him when he leaned in touching the end of your cigarette with his to light it up. You hated how your heart skipped a beat and blood rushed to your cheeks. You inhaled and pulled back quickly, missing the looks Arthur and John had exchanged seconds earlier.

You exhaled the smoke and quickly downed your glass, making John snort. You pushed the glass towards Arthur, silently asking for a refill. He chuckled and shook his head but poured you another glass. Tommy was looking at the whole thing with an amused glint in his eyes. Once again you did your best to ignore him.

"Seeing a girl tonight? Is that why you're in a hurry?" Arthur teased.

You felt Tommy tense next to you, but you couldn't be sure and you didn't dare turn to look at him, not wanting to give yourself away.

You waved a hand. "I'm leaving them all to you, Arthur."

That made him laugh. "That's wise."

"You should have it easy now that Johnny is taken," you commented. Then you turned towards Tommy. "What about you, Thomas? I bet you have all the girls falling for you. What is it? Nobody is good enough for the great Thomas Shelby?" you teased.

"You're the only person who calls him that," John commented amusedly.

"And aunt Pol when she's angry," Arthur added.

Tommy stared at you seriously.

When you had given up on waiting for a reply and went to take a sip of your rum, Tommy finally spoke. "I already have my eyes on someone," he said quietly.

You choked on the rum and coughed. John patted your back. "You alright?"

You nodded and pulled at the collar of your shirt, although it didn't really do anything to help your situation. You did your best to compose yourself while Tommy tried to hide a small amused smile behind his cigarette.

"So, who's the lucky girl?" you asked when you finally managed to breathe again.

Arthur's boisterous laugh filled the room. "That would be some change."

Tommy paid him no mind and kept his glacial eyes on you. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

Both his reply and Arthur's comment confused you. Before you could inquire further, you heard John's glass clink on the table, soon followed by Arthur's. Your eyes snapped to them as they got up.

"We're headin' to the Garrison. Are you coming?" Arthur asked.

"Uh... no. I should really go. I have work tomorrow."

John patted your back. "See you tomorrow?"

You nodded and they left. The last conversation had made you forget about John's guilty look at the beginning of the night.

You suddenly realized they had left you alone with Tommy. You cleared your throat and put out your cigarette into the ashtray, then downed the rest of your rum.

"I should really go."

You got up, but so did Tommy. He killed his cigarette. "I'll show you to the door."

You nodded stiffly and walked to the door. When you stopped at the hanger to get your coat, you found him closer than expected and your heart picked up.

"You like horses, don't you?" he asked, putting his hands in his pockets. You hated how cool he was about everything.

You nodded.

"You should come to the races once."

"Have you forgotten I go there for work sometimes?"

"Not for work."

Not again.

"It's not something I enjoy watching," you said shortly, then opened the door, anxious to leave that hallway that had never looked so small in your whole life.

"You might change your mind."

"I don't think I will," you insisted dryly, looking at him in the eyes, hoping he would get the message that you were talking about the whole situation.

You were doing everything you could to avoid Tommy, and it was not working. On the contrary, he was everywhere. He would pass by your house every time you were leaving for work and he would offer to walk or drive you there. You refused every time. You would meet him as you were walking by the cut. You would see him at a pub he had never frequented before. You even saw him at the market a couple of times. When you saw him in church you thought you were hallucinating. It seemed like the universe was working against you, but it was only Tommy Shelby, and maybe his family.

You opened the door and he held it open for you. "It's not a no."

You were surprised to find a little box on your desk at work on Monday. You looked around to see if any of your colleagues had noticed anything. They seemed to be minding their business as usual. You returned your attention to the box and opened it. A precious pocket watch was laid there, with a piece of paper. You picked up the note. You didn't recognize the handwriting. It read "counting the seconds to the moment you'll accept my offer."

John always found a way to mention him. He had never talked about Tommy as much as he had in the last few weeks. You pretended not to notice. You hoped Tommy would just give up at some point. How wrong you were.

You crushed the note in your fist and rolled your eyes, closing the box vehemently and shoving it in the only drawer in your desk that had a key. You locked it up. You thought you would deal with that later, but it was a busy day and you forgot until the next morning when something else was waiting for you on your desk.

It was your favourite book from when you were a kid. It was about horses. They were your favourite animals and obviously, Tommy somehow knew. You opened it and on the first page, with the same handwriting from yesterday's note, there was written "I think you'd really like to meet my horses. Think about it."

That evening you went to the Shelbys, hoping to find Tommy and give him back his presents. When Ada opened the door, you walked past her hastily.

You heard one of your colleagues calling you, so you quickly closed the book and threw it into the drawer where you had left the watch.

"Where is Thomas?" you asked looking for him around the house, startling the others, confused by your manners so out of character.

"He isn't back yet," Ada said, closing the door to follow you into the kitchen.

You let yourself fall down into a chair with a groan and discarded your hat on the table.

"Hello to you too," Polly piped up.

"Hi Pol, I'm sorry, but your nephew is trying to ruin me."

"Tommy?" Esme asked frowning. She wasn't a fan of him, but she was quite sure he would never do anything to ruin you.

"What are you talking about?" Polly asked taking a seat next to you.

"He is just being over dramatic." John waved a hand. You glared at him.

"Let him talk." Ada slapped his arm, making him roll his eyes. "What did Tommy do?"

You suddenly sobered up. You couldn't tell them. They wouldn't approve. You shook your head and got up. "It's nothing. I should just talk to him. I'm sure we can fix this."

"Where are you going? Stay for dinner." Polly stopped you gently.

Before you could refuse and leave, someone knocked.

Ada went to open the door.

"Hello, Ada." Thomas.

Ada was already telling him you were there looking for him when you walked up to him, hat in hand. He smiled smugly at you.

"Thought you would last longer," he commented.

You just looked at him as if you wanted to kill him.

Ada's eyes moved between the two of you.

"Would you mind leaving us, Ada?" Tommy asked, without taking his eyes away from you.

She rolled her eyes but did as she had been asked.

Once she was gone, you pulled the gifts out of your coat and shoved them into Tommy's chest. "You can take these back and leave me alone."

His hand raised slowly to take a hold of the items and he glanced down at them. "You didn't like them?"

"That's not the point. Stop fucking trying to ruin me. If I'm such a huge problem for you, why don't you pay my superior to transfer me somewhere else? Do you really hate me so much just because I'm not on your fucking payroll?"

He shook his head. "I'm not trying to ruin you."

"Really? Because sending me gifts at work tells me otherwise."

"I really am into you."

You scoffed. "Sure."

"What do I have to do to make you believe me?" his voice, quiet as usual, seemed to fill the entire house. Only then you realized the chatter that previously came from the kitchen had stopped. You glanced that way, then looked back at Tommy.

You lowered your voice. "If you care for me, stop this."

For the first time since you knew him, Tommy looked like he didn't know what to say.

You didn't wait for a reply. You just headed to the door, stopping in your tracks when Polly's voice came from the kitchen. "You're not staying for dinner?"

It was clear the others had listened in on your conversation.

You sighed. "Maybe next time."

You opened the door and stepped outside, putting your hat on.

Polly's interjection had given Tommy enough time to come up with something to say.

"Just give me one chance," he said quickly before you could leave. "We can go out of the city with the horses tomorrow afternoon. Nobody will see us. If after that you still want me to leave you alone, I will."

You turned to look at him and you hated yourself for being so weak.

The following day was nerve-wracking. No matter how you tried to distract yourself, you couldn't stop thinking about the date. The anxiety was eating at you. Part of you didn't want that afternoon to arrive, and another part was looking forward to it.

"One chance. Then you will leave me alone."

Time would not stop flowing for your sake, and soon you were making your way to meet with him out of the city. You asked the driver to drop you off way before the meeting point and walked the rest of the way.

Tommy was waiting for you with two horses. He smiled when he saw you, and you didn't know if it was knowing that this was the last chance you had given him or if that was actually the most genuine and happiest smile you had ever seen on his lips.

You smiled back. It was a very different smile from his. It was small and it had a hint of sadness to it. You wished this was real, but you couldn't bring yourself to believe it.

Without a word you got on the horses and guided them through the countryside. Sometimes Tommy would stop to show you something. He told you about his love for the countryside and that he would love to live there one day. He liked the idea of being surrounded by green fields and animals, especially horses, a passion the two of you shared. When you asked why he was so in love with the countryside, he explained that it made him feel closer to his mother. That was where her people lived and where she had grown up.

You hadn't realized, but at some point, you had relaxed. You and Tommy talked, joked, laughed and raced each other. Before you noticed the sun was setting. Tommy suggested you stopped to enjoy the view before heading back.

You got off the horses and sat down on the grass. You stayed silent for a while, simply admiring the colours of the sky. When you turned to look at Tommy, he was already watching you. You stared at each other for a few long moments before he cleared his voice and looked away.

"What's the verdict, then?" he finally asked, not looking at you.

"I had a good time with you," you admitted easily.

"But?"

"Is this really what you want? This life is... not great. So if you ever liked a girl in your life I suggest you go back to her and give it one more try."

"It's always been you and I know you are scared, but I sincerely don't give a fuck if you are a policeman or if you aren't on my payroll. We made arrangements to do our things when you're not on patrol just so you wouldn't have to arrest any of us. It wasn't much trouble. You are important to me, to all of us. I would never do anything to hurt you."

Your brain had gotten stuck on the first few words. "Always?"

"What?"

"You said it's always been me."

"Yes."

"Then why now?"

"Because I found out only recently that you like boys."

You frowned. "How did you find out?"

"I saw you with a man one night, in the alley behind the Garrison," he admitted.

"Oh... Right. So John didn't tell you."

"No, not a word. He would rather cut his own arm off than betray you."

"I know," you replied relaxing.

"But you thought he had told me."

"Maybe he had mentioned when he was drunk." You shrugged.

"I promise he didn't."

You nodded.

"I've had a crush on you for a while too," you said, still looking at him. You had long forgotten about the sunset. How could you look at something as trivial as the sun when you had Tommy Shelby right beside you?

"Yes?" he asked, hopeful.

You smiled and nodded. "It's impossible not falling for you."

He leaned closer but stopped a few inches away from your face. "I really want to kiss you right now."

"Fucking finally Tommy, dinner was getting cold," Polly's voice came from the kitchen as you followed him inside the house that night.

"What are you waiting for, then?" was all that came out of your lips before they met his.

"Sorry Pol," he replied taking little Finn in his arms and putting his cap on his youngest brother.

He reached for your hand with his free one after you had hung your coat. You took it, although nervously. He had assured you that his whole family knew about him and that they would accept you but after a lifetime of being careful about everything you did and said, you couldn't just stop.

Tommy kissed your temple, hoping that would help your nerves.

You smiled at him, then winked at Finn who grinned back.

Tommy led you to the kitchen. "We have a guest," he announced. Everyone turned to look at you, and your grip tightened on Tommy's hand. They all seemed surprised.

"But it's not S-" Arthur was cut off by John shoving his elbow into his brother's ribs.

That seemed enough to shake Polly out of her surprise. "Of course!" She hugged you smiling. "You're always welcome."

You felt your nervousness melt away and hugged her back. "Thanks, Pol."

She pulled back and turned to her nephew, pointing a finger at him. "If you hurt him, Thomas Shelby, I'll make you pay for it."

"What?! Why are you telling me?" he asked putting Finn down.

"Well, because he would never do anything bad," she replied without even thinking about it.

"Wait, aunt Pol. He is my best friend, I should be the one to give Tommy the talk."

Tommy shook his head. "This is absurd."

"Come on, I'm sure he is more than capable to look after himself."

You nodded quickly, agreeing with Ada.

"And I'm sure Tommy won't do anything he might regret unless he wants to have the whole family against him," she added crossing her arms and glaring at him.

You sighed and turned to look at Tommy. "Don't worry, I'll protect you from them."

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HIII!! I just wanna say first that I just ADORE ur writing so much!!!💘 And I saw that ur request are open and I was wondering if by any chance you could write abt how the haikyuu boys would react to meeting a beautiful fan (fem! Yn). I was thinking maybe like atsumu, Oikawa, Sakusa idk. ANYWAYS It’s okay if not lol! 😎🤘💟

Meeting a beautiful fan (but with my own little twist)

Pairing(s): Oikawa, Atsumu and Sakusa x fem!reader

Warning(s): Fem!reader, reader is famous so it’s like a mutual celebrity crush.

A/N: Don’t mind me putting a little twist of my own here anon~

Oikawa

Being a model sure is exhausting, but you can’t denied that the perks that comes with your job is sure worth it, especially when that perk is a vip ticket to a San Juan home game where you got the chance to see and later have a meet and greet with your favorite member, Oikawa Tooru.

“Yep, totally worth it.” You said as you fawn over the Japanese man.

Oikawa was just drinking water during half-time when suddenly he sees it, in the corner of his eyes was the most beautiful person he has ever seen, his breath hitched as his heart began to beat faster, he almost even drop his water bottle. He had to look in your direction again to see if he’s not dreaming. Holy shit you are real and you’re in the vip section too? So that means he has to meet you later?! Oh now he’s panicking.

The match ends with the win goes to San Juan and the meet and greet began, and when he’s seeing you walking towards him? Man’s double panicking (from the inside).

“Hi! I’m a big fan of you! It’s nice to finally meet you Oikawa!”

And your voice is also pretty? Oh boy.

In the midst of panicking, he blurts out. “I THINK YOU’RE REALLY PRETTY AND I’D LIKE TO ASK YOU OUT.”

Silence.

Everyone in the rooms blinks, his teammates trying hard not to burst out laughing, other fans are looking at you whispering, some are about how lucky you are, and others are how they seemed to recognize you as that famous model. Oikawa tho, he wants the ground to swallow him whole, and the fact that he just heard that you’re a famous model doesn’t help the situation at all.

You on the other hand, smiled at the confession.

“I like your boldness.” You chuckled. “Here, take my card.”

Flipping through your purse you take out a business card, but you also took out a pen and wrote your personal number on it as well.

“This is my personal number, I will be busy in the next month but will be free for a while after that, call me when you wanna have that date.”

Oikawa shakily grabs your card before nodding, he was at awe with you. “You bet I will.” He said with his signature grin. He couldn’t wait to go on a date with you.

Atsumu:

Atsumu found you while scrolling through social media and was instantly hooked. Not only were you a rising star in the singing world, but you’re also a famous socialite that captures the heart of millions with your beauty and talent, including him. It was a mini crush that he had, you just had to be beautiful and talented and so on. The other guys would shit on him all the time, especially Sakusa.

“Omg y’all, she followed me back on Instagram! I can die a happy man now.” He sigh dreamily.

“Then die, at least I won’t hear your fanboy squealing anymore.”

“Wow, so rude Omi-omi.”

Fast forward to a MSBY home game that his team had just won, so everyone is going out treating themselves some drinks at a nearby cafe. When suddenly, someone bumped into his back and he hears a plastic material drops.

"I'm sorry!" Atsumu recognize that voice. He turns around and sees you bending down to reach for a pair of sunglasses, but he hasn't yet recognized you because you were also wearing a cap that completely obscured your face from his view.

He looks outside of the store where he saw a group of people holding cameras. Paparazzi, he realizes, and they were chasing…you?

“I truly apologize for stumbling into you again.” He almost spits up his drink when he finally sees your face after you speak up and stand up. There you are in all your glory, although not wearing makeup or expensive clothing, you still look stunning to him.

“Oh! You’re Miya Atsumu! I’m a big fan!” And you were a fan of him too? Did he just won a jackpot?

The two of you just stand there in shock, having to meet eachother’s celebrity in this situation was not what you expect, no one said anything, that is until his teammates had enough.

“Hey Miya! Why don’t you ask you ask her out? Aren’t you simping for her?” Surprisingly (or unsurprisingly), Sakusa spoke up first, opening the gates for his other teammates to hype in up as well.

“Yeah dude, stop being a wuss!”

“Simp!”

“Come one, are you really gonna let the beauty hanging like that?”

And that’s just the boost he needs, he has to thank them later, so with a deep breath, he gave you his signature grin. “So, wanna hang out sometime?”

Sakusa:

Sakusa doesn’t know when he started to see you, but he’s glad. For some reason, he always seemed to notice you in the stands, seemingly blending into the rest of the fans, and it annoys him at first, but the more he saw you, the more you grew on him even though you two don’t have any interaction. To him, everything about you just screamed perfect and when he saw you wear his jersey number, cheering for him specifically, he cannot denied the fact that he’s fallen for you.

So when he looks up in the stand and cannot find you anywhere, his mood dropped and although it didn’t effect his game, even his teammates notices this and although they didn’t know why (bc Sakusa would dropped dead before he is even considering telling them about his crush), they knew is was kinda big. It was at that day when he decided to fuck it and decided that the next time he

He knows that you cannot make it to his game, but what he didn’t know is the reason why you cannot go there, and it’s because by the time the game is over, you are on a plane going back to Japan after winning an ice skating tournament. Sure you won, but you’re still salty about the fact that you miss your favorite athlete Sakusa fricking Kiyomi’s home match which they also won.

Promising to yourself that you see him next time, not knowing what would come next.

“How did it comes to this?” Is the first question you two had when you met him again…in an ice skating tournament you are in! Apparently, Komori dragged him here because for some reason he got interest in this sport and Sakusa was about to complain when he saw you. There you are, in your shiny outfit and perfect makeup, you gracefully slide on the ice while doing spins and jumps making him completely infatuated by your skills. You were an athlete yourself? And you’re a fan of him??

And when your eyes met, it was like the world around you was slowing down, your eyes widens as you realized that your athlete crush is here and although flustered, you now completely focused on showing of your best move to impress him (not that you didn’t already), leading you to winning the tournament.

Sakusa definitely had to thank Komori for this later, but first, he had to find you to ask you out.

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!

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masterlist | requests here

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: a sudden breakup leaves you questioning what could have happened to Bucky, until you discover he just wanted to keep you safe.

Warnings: a little angst, drama, smut ( p in v, f receiving oral, dirty talk) A lot of tears, but with a happy ending. If I left something out, just let me know.

WC: ~ 3k

A/N: Just an excuse to write about make-up sex with Bucky. No beta, sorry for possible errors as English is not my first language. Also, I'm not used to writing smut, but I hope you like it.

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"You need to leave." Bucky asked, without even looking you in the eye.

"What does that mean Buck, did something happen?" you tried to touch him, but Bucky dodged your hands. "What is happening?"

"This mission made me think of many things..." he sat in the kitchen chair, Alpine didn't take long to pass between his legs, waiting for a caress. "I wasn't made for this life, for this." he pointed to the small space between you two.

"Wait, what do you mean?" your voice was already trembling when trying to at least understand what was happening. "Are you breaking up with me? Buck, two days ago everything was perfect, what happened? Please, I need you to explain."

"I already told you, I just..." for a second he looked at your face. The thick tears that ran down your cheeks made him feel his own throat close. He would have a few more reasons to hate himself after that. "I can not do this anymore."

"Is this your best explanation?" you charged and he just shrugged.

The noise of your engagement ring hitting the kitchen table bothered him, but not as much as seeing you walk out the living room door without even looking back. For the first time in a while, it was his turn to allow tears to flood his face.

One month, thirteen days and a few hours.

Maybe it wasn't the healthiest thing in the world to count the dates of the last time you saw your ex, the fateful day he kicked your ass.

You wish you were one of those people that you get over easily, or at least pretend to be by posting happy pictures on social media, but that wouldn't be you.

Your type was more to isolate yourself and drown in your own sorrows, which was also not possible due to work. You had to put on your best social mask and move on, even if you still didn't believe a word Bucky had said.

"Chef, there's a visitor for you." Tyler, one of your employees, caught your eye.

Before he even speaks, you can feel him watching you. Everyone there knew something was wrong.

"How urgent?" you ask with zero atention.

"It's an avenger, so I assume this is the most urgent we've ever had at this restaurant."

The knife in your hand fell onto the board, a chill running through your body. If it was Bucky, Tyler would have told you, after all, your ex-boyfriend had already spent a lot of nights accompanying you to the restaurant. Could be news about him, maybe not good stuff.

"Annya, can you take over for me?" you asked, hearing a "Yes, chef!" by far.

Your mind ran through different scenarios, the vast majority without a happy ending, while you took off your tame and cap.

The weight on your shoulders disappeared when you saw Sam smiling, waiting for you at one of the tables. As soon as he got to his feet, you hugged him.

"I thought I wouldn't have the privilege of seeing the head chef."

"Consider yourself privileged then, because tonight promises." you settled into the chair across from him. Despite the smiles and the mild climate, something told you that there was something more. "So, you came to try the new meat."

"No, not today, but I'm still trying. I'm here to talk about Bucky."

"Did something happen?" your heart immediately sped up, all those fears coming back like a flood.

"It's all right with him." Sam reassured you, noticing your posture change at the time. "I have some information and to be honest I can't stand to see him suffer over it any longer."

"Suffer for what?"

"You, what else would it be?"

"Sam, he chose to leave me. It still hurts, but there's nothing you can do about it." you explained, seeing him nod. "But if there's anything I can help you."

"I'd rather tell you and then you choose what to do. On the last mission, some personal information was leaked. About the team, about Sarah, the boys, you."

"Exactly what about me?"

"About you and Bucky, they used that to try and coerce him, that's what made him choose to walk away from you." he handed you a cell phone.

On the screen, a photo of you and Bucky leaving the restaurant at night, another of the two of you running together, another of you in a coffee shop.

"Who got this? I-I... Are we in danger?" you looked around for suspects, for cameras trained on the two of you, but found only people engrossed in their own conversations. "Who made this?"

"It does not matter now."

"How does it not matter?"

"Bucky sorted it out and whoever it is, they won't be bothering you anymore." Shit. Sam doesn't need to say more for you to understand what resolve means. "I'm only telling you this because I know you still like him."

"It takes two to make a relationship, at the very least." you responded right away.

"Just think, wouldn't someone who did all this thinking about protecting you love you?" Sam asked and laughed when he saw your confused face. "Oh man, you two deserve each other."

"Should I talk to him?"

"Well, he's in town, no plans for the next mission. Maybe you should." Sam shrugged and got to his feet. "Now that I've taken this weight off of me, I'll let you work, but I'll be back and you better cook the best steak I've ever had."

"Order noted." you said goodbye to him with a quick hug. "Thanks Sam."

"Don't thank me, I'm just doing my part as the future best man." he winked, eliciting a laugh from you and then left.

The evening at the restaurant, despite being full, seemed to take forever to pass. Amidst the food, your head wandered over the images you'd seen, what Sam had said.

It was past midnight when you got home. You took a hot shower, somehow trying to calm your mind, but that wasn't enough. Before putting on your pajamas, you thought a little more. You couldn't miss that opportunity, even if it was to close that chapter of your life. You got dressed and headed towards Bucky's apartment.

Your legs made you walk from side to side, restless in front of the door, your mind bubbled with possible excuses for a visit during the night. You knocked a few times and got no response, but you couldn't just walk away.

The keys you still had danced between your trembling fingers before they even reached the lock. Upon opening the door, you can see Alpine look up curiously, immediately jumping off the couch and going to tangle at your feet.

"Hello for you too!" you bent down, feeling the soft white hairs by your hand.

The door behind you closed by itself, giving you only the trouble to lock it again. The small apartment seemed untouched since the last time you were there, you took off your three shoes, leaving them next to Bucky's boots, an old habit.

The same brown cushions as the Alpine ration in the same corner. Your photo still next to the TV. If you closed your eyes, you could remember the day that picture was taken, your nervous laughter being on a Ferris wheel and Bucky's arms around your waist.

You've heard Bucky before you've even seen him in full. The murmurs came from the side of the sofa, and as you feared to find him, he was lying on the floor, only a pillow and a sheet protecting his body from the cold floor. He was muttering something incomprehensible, even from a distance you could see the sweat gather on his face.

Trying to get closer without scaring him, you knelt beside where he was lying, Alpine climbed on the arm of the sofa, carefully following your every move.

"Buck?" you called him in a whisper, not having much effect. This time, you chose to touch his shoulder, shaking it slightly, the nickname involuntarily falling from your lips. "Babe?"

As if out of breath, Bucky sat up, catching all the apparently lost breath. It took a few seconds for his blue irises to meet yours, trying to assimilate what was happening.

"Am I still dreaming?" he muttered to himself, it was only when he felt your hand take his that he seemed to realize reality. "You are here?"

"Yes." you replied, settling into a sitting position.

For a few seconds, you chose to just watch him. The disheveled hair and beard had been undone for some time, a little longer than usual. Next to his military dog tag, hung the ring you wore. Regret took over your body for leaving behind.

"Are you well?" his husky voice interrupted you from daydreaming about the two of you's recent past. Trying to push those thoughts away, you just shook your head and tried to do your best on your own, but you already knew him to know that wouldn't convince him.

"I should be asking that. Was I having a nightmare?"

"Yes... I couldn't sleep and in the little time I could, some demons decided to take the time to disturb me." just as you had, he smiled and just like him, you knew that all was not well. "What are you doing here?"

"Needed to see you." your hand that clung to him let go, busy pinching your own hand nervously. "I've been talking to Sam."

"I don't know what he told you, but I can guarantee..."

"Please let me speak." you cut him off, afraid he would ask you to go again. "I know about the threats, I know about everything and I wonder what your head must be like. But what I want you to understand is that I'm okay with it."

"You do not understand."

"You can help me with this. It may sound silly, but, I don't know, I can learn to defend myself, I can spend more time around you. I just don't accept that our story ends like this, for fear of something that still it didn't even happen. I want to try, I want to stay!" you had to pull yourself together after dumping everything on him.

It could just be your impression, or maybe just the street light streaming in through the window, but you could have sworn his eyes were teary.

His hands pulled yours to lock around the back of his neck. In a rush of courage, you crossed your legs over his, settling in his lap. His hands slid down your back, locking onto your waist.

"Say you don't want me, that you don't love me anymore and I'm gone." you whispered and he immediately denied it.

"They said your name, they talked about you, about us and I didn't know how to react." he closed his eyes for a moment, sighing as he felt your fingers tangle in his hair. "I don't think I've ever felt that… that fear. I thought it would be easier to walk away than stick around and let them hurt you. But shit, it hurt. It still hurts not to have you around."

"If you want, I can stay away, just ask, I understand. I just need you to be honest." His hands, previously tied around your waist, went up to your face, wiping away a few tears. "Now if I stay, we'll get through this together. Please..." your voice came out a lot lower than you expected. "Ask me to stay, tell me you still love me."

Your current self was waiting for an answer, yearning to hear those damn three words. Your now self didn't have a shred of regret. If at any time you dared to rethink what had been said, that was left behind when you felt his lips on yours.

His right hand tangled in your hair, deepening his lips on you, while the other kept you attached to him, squeezing your waist. His tongue drew the roof of your mouth, such a good and familiar feeling. God, how you missed that.

"I love you." Bucky's voice murmured, moving just a few millimeters from your lips. "I love you." he stole another kiss, this time even more intense. "I love you, every bit, every part." the kisses began to go down the back of your neck, reaching that part that shivered your entire body.

"Bucky, please."

"Let me love every piece of you, please doll." he asked, letting his tongue run up to the edge of your ear. "Fuck, let me show you that I haven't stopped loving you for a second."

"You have no idea how much I've missed you babe." you whispered, pressing your still covered intimacy against him.

Heat was starting to build up in your core, making it impossible to think. His lips pulled away from yours, only for in a single thrust, he'd jump to his feet and keep you locked in his arms. It didn't take long for you to feel your body against the soft fabric of the bed. Bucky took a little time to admire you, there again. The red eyes, the shy smile that was still there, even after so long.

"I missed you so much, here, in my bed, being all mine" his eyes asked permission to continue and a slight nod was enough for your pants and your blouse to find the bedroom floor.

His metallic hand ran over your shoulder, gently removing your bra, with each new piece of skin uncovered, you felt his lips deposit quick kisses, the urgency to be able to feel each piece of yours.

"Do not tease me." you asked when his lips touched your nipple. The tongue circling the protruding point, eliciting a timid groan from you.

"You are so sensitive, so good." the wet kisses descended towards your intimacy, touching with the lips the thin and humid fabric that prevented it from going exactly where you wanted.

You even tried to fight back, but even strangled, Bucky could hear you.

"Don't hold back, babe." he pulled the fabric off, tossing it along with the pile of clothes on the floor. Distracted lips, sliding down your thigh. "Let me hear you."

"It's dawn Buck, I don't want them to think... Fuck!" his tongue went straight to your clitoris, eliciting a muffled scream.

"What you saying." he pulled back a little, just to admire her intimacy. "All this for me?"

"It's how I missed you." Bucky dove into your intimacy, sucking your spot.

You could already feel your body about to boil. His tongue slowly circling your clit, while one of his fingers slowly entered your pussy, soon becoming two.

Sweet nothings came out of your lips, begging for something you didn't even recognize and it didn't take long for your vision to become blurred when you felt his tongue being replaced by the vibranium hand, the fingers cold as snow in contact with your clit were more than enough to reach your peak.

"Don't stop, please, please Bucky!"

"Give it to me honey, I know you want to come for me."

For a few seconds, amid an almost hoarse scream, your previously blurred vision disappeared for good. Your legs were shaking as you felt him settle between them. The lips still wet from your juice slid down your cheek, making you blink slowly.

"Still with me doll?"

"Yeah babe." you took his lips, tasting your own and giving him the freedom he needed to enter you.

He thrust slowly, Bucky's face hid in your neck as he moaned low, murmuring sweet nothings to you. So tight love. How I missed this pussy, made for me. You are mine, all mine.

The speed gradually increased, the headboard of the bed knocked insistently against the wall and you just hoped that the neighbors had a heavy sleep.

"Love, I can't hold it anymore." his hand went down to your clit, circling the most sensitive spot on your body. "I can sense that you can't either."

"Just like that Bucky, keep fucking like that." you begged, feeling the heat take over your body again.

"Come with me my angel. I can feel you tighten around me, give me one more, just one more."

The moans of both of you came out in unison and leaving you on the verge of an orgasm, it was only necessary to feel his hot liquid invade you to reach your own peak.

Bucky stayed in there for a few seconds, until he got out of you and turned you on top of him, hugging you tight and sticking his nose through your hair. Your scent was intoxicating, your body against his made him feel again that that cold apartment was home.

"You forgive me?" the hesitant tone of his voice caught your attention.

"Nothing to forgive" you settled on his chest. "Just promise never to leave me for that again?"

He gently pulled your face, making you look into his blue eyes. "I'll never, never leave you again, that's the easiest promise I've ever made in my life."

"I love you Buck."

"I love you more my angel." you snuggled into his chest and little by little your eyes grew heavy, his hands sliding on your back, in a comfortable silence.

The last thing she heard before falling asleep was an indignant tone in his voice.

"Wait, do you really want to learn how to fight?"

#fiction #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes #reader insert #bucky x you #no use of y/n #sebastian stan #sam wilson

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keelt9 · 2 months

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Chapter 10

Masterlist

The headlines altern each day. After winning the competition just for 2 points the next two months I receive praises, good wishes along with sharp comments, inquisitive words and a lot of questions.

We just traveled to Madrid for another one, Olivia and one of the boys already had their ticket for the Olympic Games; in this competition, Charlotte and Matt expect to have theirs.

And, one more time for a surprise, Matt and I will be searching for the qualifier.

“Are you nervous?” Olivia asked, sitting next to me in the plane, still her eyes closed.

These months a lot of things have changed between Max and I; the video calls were oddly still we keep in contact for a constant chat. Knowing he has two weeks off, I asked him to please come and he agreed right away.

“Happy.” I smile and close my eyes for sleep. “Really happy.”

The week passes in an intense movement, going from one side to the other, practice and getting ready with windy weather. I expect Max and Charles come, I invited him because among all the drivers he’s turning in a good friend; I also invited Anton but he said it has a lot of patients in waiting line and it will be impossible to come but he is clear his agenda for coming to the first competition of the next year, and of course all my family is already here.

<You have this!> It's my morning text before I start to prepare along with a photo of him wearing the customized cap Mia sent him, same as mine but instead of the fish she changed it for a small red heart.

My first competition it's for the individual pre qualifier. If I win this, it isn't just a gold medal, it is to secure my position in the first round of the qualifier, next year.

The strong winds make it hard to keep the bow steady, in a second the right spot could be already gone.

“Ok, you got it, strong and stable.” Liam talked softly to me after a shoot.

I stole a glance to the terraces but I didn’t get a full view of everyone. The sound of the keyring against the chest guard reminds me he is there somewhere in the crowd.

The light on the score announces the final score. 39 - 36.

<Y/N won the gold and secured her position in the first round for the Olympics. WHAT A DAY!> I scream and Liam raises me, it's the first medal, the first after two years fighting.

With tears in my eyes and huge smiles on people's faces as they give flowers with the gold medal hanging on my neck I look for Max in the crowd as the ceremony concludes. After all the protocols finished I met with friends and family, all so happy for my win.

“Congratulations Y/N, totally deserved.” Charles hugs me, but the absence of Max with him starts to worry me.

“Where is Max?” Charles looked at Alexandra but she smiled at me, sadly.

“Oh, he… He… Am, couldn't come. He was stuck on something and he… well he…” I feel a knot on my throat.

“He couldn't come?” Max said he was here. “He wasn't here?”

Charles shook his head, pressing his lips together. “I'm sorry.”

I look for my cell phone expecting to find missing calls or a text that helps me to understand, but nothing on the screen, just the photo of Max we took wearing his race suit as he lifts me from the floor after winning.

“Sweetheart.” Dad calls me after seeing my rushing movements, My family expects to meet him, Mom jokes about dad promising her he will behave. “Y/N…”

Max knew how important this is for me, he knows.

“I just…” Mia surrounds me with her arms at the level of my waist. “He knows, right?” I feel everyone's eyes on me. “He never dumped me.” I whisper, the tears cloud my vision.

Liam knows what to do, so he took my cell phone from me during the day, for I keep focus on what I have to do. Tomorrow Matt and I will be looking for the qualifier in couples, there is not a second chance, not for this.

“Promise me you will try to be ok?” Liam holds the phone before giving it to me in the door of my hotel room.

“He called?” It's the only thing I need to know.

“A couple of times.” Liam answered honestly. “He must have a reason, call him.” He gently squeezed my shoulder. “But, rest, ok?”

Max was expecting because at the first beep, he answered right away.

“I don't even know what to say.” And the truth is I don't have any words either. “The sponsors changed all at the last minute, I don't tell you anything because I don't want you to be nervous or anything at all, I'm so sorry.”

It’s one of those moments where you're deeply drained that any tears roll.

“It's an important days Max. At least I would like to know from you. I'm hurt and confused.” I take a deep breath, right now and with a qualifying tomorrow, this is the least thing I need.

“Y/N… Shit I'm sorry, I get suddenly stuck and I…” My dad’s words came like a bullet to my mind.

“Max, I hate myself for telling you this but, I know your career is important so mine…” He tried to talk but I kept talking. “I need to know I count on you in crucial moments, that you know you can tell me anything…” Suddenly I have a river of words in my head but none refuse to come from my mouth. “And now, I'm not feeling you with me.”

He didn't speak. “I need to sleep, I'll talk to you when this is over.” I said as I pressed the red button.

<Struggle, that’s how we can describe this first round. Yesterday she looks strong but now, this is going down to a cliff if they don’t recover on time.>

I barely hit the 8 two times making an abysmal difference of points between the other team and us.

“Y/N. I need you here.” The words of Matty, the sound of his voice and his eyes begging it's something I have never heard and seen before. “Please, just today. Please.”

The bell for us to take our position one more time combined with his big eyes cause an awful feeling in my chest.

<Don't let anyone make you abandon your dream.>

Matt shot first, 9; before I took position I took a look at the terraces and I saw my family, the girls soft smiles and thumbs up.

I’m so close to my dream.

“It’s good Matt.” I say in a low voice after stop feeling the wind blow, he takes a couple of seconds and releases, 10.

He smiles and we bump the side of our hands, with that 10, the difference is for 2 points, but the girl on the other side made a good shot and reduced it, one more time.

“You have this.” Matt says, all above 9 give us the golden ticket.

My hands start to tremble, I take out all the air in my lungs before raising the bow. “It’s ok, steady.” Matt said as I looked for the right spot, and for the first time in all the competition I didn't think too much and let it go when I found the perfect spot.

The score light in 9 but with a smile asterisk at the side, it will be for a review. If the judges consider it’s inside of 10 or it keeps the 9. Liam gets down his hands for we take it with calm; the slowest 10 seconds, they analyze and give the verdict.

Matt surrounds my shoulders with his arms, then the score lights, 10. I could avoid screaming and hugging him, we have the ticket for the Olympics.

“Omg, thank you, thank you Y/N.” Matt keeps whispering at me as he hugs me tighter. “Thank you so much.”

We split and he has tears in his eyes and that glow when he feels utterly happy. The dream of two small kids who spent days training as they lost hanging out with friends, parties and trips. Being in pain late at night but waking up to try again, now becomes a reality. Liam goes and hugs in two in one, repenting how proud is from us. I bet in that moment as us he didn’t see two adults, he saw those two little kids who took under his wings, years ago.

When we split we see our families and the team scream at us and clapping; their throats will be sore tomorrow.

Late at night when all the archers and coaches were in a dinner organized by the different federations. The ambience is calm and cheerful, it's the last competition of the year, and a lot of them will be out for the next event, a small tournament for fundraiser for the huge events of next year.

“It’s great. I’m look at you, you look dangerous.” A guy we met from years ago, Arthur, congratulated us.

Matt and I smiled at each other, then Robert touched my arm so I went with him. “Sorry, you have a call.” I narrow my eyes. “In the reception, is Max.”

I deliberately avoided Max’s call, I replay his congratulation message but that’s all. I’m mad and I’m afraid things could go out of control.

“Oh, thanks… I…” Robert presses his lips together.

“I could tell them, you’re busy.” I shake my head, but also I don’t want this start to turn in something surly and full of friction.

“So the rumors are true.” Olivia entered with her bow ready. “All these weeks you've been arriving at what? 3 of the morning.”

Trying to clear my head, I arrive early in the morning, do some exercise, go out for my run and come back when the team is here for practice.

I scoff putting the bands on the floor. “Are you all right?” Olivia asks, watching me closely. “Y/N we’re more than a team, you know that.” I see her straight to her eyes. “We’re family.”

“I don’t know what I’m doing.” My voice cut, and then I told her everything.

My confusion about my relationship with Max. I love him, I know that and I have been able to deal and accept all that surrenders us, but maybe I accept too much. The noise of the media has been around the fact Max wasn’t able to go to my competition; beside they saw Charles, my absences from the races; put pressure on me before and with our last “talk” all increased.

I thought I was dealing with that but the truth is I just let it pass, but after the small crisis in the middle of the competition and saw how Matthew looked at me the glass spilled.

Matt never begged me to keep focus because he knows I put my mind and body where they must be but that day all my thoughts were with Max and realizing the lack of communication we had. Those eyes with the way Robert sees me on a big night and the relief of Anna and William when they congratulate for winning, like they already expect a failure, start to make them stay awake at night.

“Maybe my dad was right, and that terrifies me, understand for a second I am starting to put my dreams aside.” We were sitting cross-legged on the floor. “I don’t blame Max, it’s impossible… It’s me, I can’t handle it all and it's begging to consume me.”

Olivia grabs my hand. “You know, once I heard that the biggest act of love is letting go; not because of an act of cowardice just because you know being together is hurting each other more than giving you peace and calm.”

I sniff my nose, the tears start to roll. “Whatever you decide, you and only you know what is the best for you.” She hugged me patting my back, that was enough for me to cry in a river with her, it took me a while to calm down.

“Ok, ok, let’s begin this!” By the time Charlotte and everyone arrives, my eyes just were a little swollen but I already calm. After this week of practice we will have a free week and then we go back training with a little bit more intensity.

We practice for 7 hours until we run out of batteries. “Do you know where you are going?” Marie Anne gave us a bottle of water, one by one telling her, when it was my turn. “Y/N?”

“Monaco.” Matt knows what is coming for the way he nods.

The weather is not with me, it’s cold, really cold, I felt my hands as ice even though I have gloves and I keep my coat stuck to my body.

“OMG, Y/N?” Lando was scared when he saw me sitting in the door of Max’s house. “What are you doing here?! It’s freezing.” I stand but he is already calling Max “scolding” him.

He finished the call, rolling his eyes. “I’m sorry, he took Sissy and Jimmy to the vet but he’ll be here as soon as he can.”

“He didn't know I’m coming, it's fine.” Lando saw something in me that made him shutter his next question.

“Do you need…?” I shake my head, faking a smile.

“I’ll be fine.”

Max arrives running with a probably dizzy Sassy and Jimmy to be shaken by their owner. “Sorry, sorry, I didn’t know you were coming.” He opened the door and let them walk in the house. “Thanks Landon.”

Lando waits with me until Max arrives but realizing something linger above us. Even though he tried not to mention the competition that everyone knows Max was missing, he congratulated me and wished me the best.

“It’s fine, don’t worry, I’ll tell Charles you’re busy today.” He lifts his bag and paddle racket, Max just presses his lips together and I get inside of his house.

“Give me a couple of minutes, I’ll take a shower and I’ll take you for dinner or we can order something, wh…” Max starts to practically run to the stairs.

“Max. We need to talk.” Max stops dry. It’s hard to recognize the moment we’re about to get through.

“Please don’t say it.” He gets down his head. “Just…Please.” I grip my coat to avoid going and hug him, seeing a worried expression in his face. ”We…we’ll figure out, like always, just, please.”

Sassy walk and rub against my leg, making me close my eyes and bite my lip before talking. “I want to stop. I’m so sorry.”

Max turns around and walks faster to where I am but I take a step back, touching him will make me crumble. It’s been months since we saw each other face to face and touched each other, it could make me regret my words.

“I’ll try, I really try but I don’t want this to hurt you, hurt me… Hurt us.” I wipe the tears. “I hate feeling the way I felt when you don’t come, the anger to you, the deception, the broken heart.” He tried to speak but I raised my hands. “I know, believe I know and I understand this is part of what you do and what you are. I wouldn't change a little single thing about you.” I fake a smile even though my throat is closing. “And I don’t want you to change just because you think that’s what I need.”

“Y/N, I… I’m not changing anything about who I am, believe me I just, I just need to make some adjustments and try, we can keep trying, that's what we do.” The step he takes, I take it back.

“I almost let down one of the most important persons in my life, just because I wasn't able to be in the moment I needed to be… I almost let my dreams fade away, because I was too worried about what I could say wrong, what I could do wrong and what changed between us.”

Max shakes his head, it’s a low hit but he won’t let me go. “I have a big year coming, and I need to know you’ll be there when you say you will.”

He opens and closes his mouth. Thankfully his cellphone in the table beside us lights on. “Fuck!” Max whispers, it’s the Red Bull Team.

“See?” Max turn it off. “Can I count on you not to go in the middle of one of my competitions? That you won’t dump me on an important day? That you will tell me anything at any moment?”

Max remains silent, breaking my heart. “I think that too.” I pet Sassy and Jimmy. “I don’t want us to create hard feelings toward each other, I care about you and I’ll always cheer for you, no matter what you do… but if we continue like this…”

Max rubs his face before raising his voice. “How can you… How can you ask me to give up to you?” He reaches the limit of his patience.

“I’m not asking you, I’m telling you I’m the one who is giving up. The one can’t go on. Please, respect my decision.” He shook his head.

I turn around ready to go. “If…can we take time? You are in an important moment and I wasn't with you as we talked about but…” He walks closer but stops avoiding touching me, his eyes try to find something in mine to hold on. “I promised you I'll be there for you, always.”

I face him one more time. “You were.” I smiled at him. “You always were but I want more, and I won’t settle for less.”

“Y/N…” I tried to control the sobbing but it was useless.

“I’m exhausted Max.”

Between those words the lie and truth get twisted.

#fic #max verstappen #max verstappen x reader #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 x female reader #max verstappen imagine

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FIC REC WEEK 30 – FIX-IT

Dear Tony, by sirona

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 5,925 Tags: Epistolary, Post-Ca:CW, Meddling Friends

Summary: Once the dust after what no one is referring to as "The Break-up" has settled, Steve starts writing and doesn't seem to know how to stop.

Reasons why I love it: Oh my god, I love everything about this. The emotions are so raw and real, I feel like a voyeur just looking at their letters. I adore how both sides are treated with sympathy and love, and how they end up finding each other again. This fic is wonderful, and if you haven't read it yet, you absolutely should!

The God of Solid Life Advice by kehinki

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 1,583 Tags: Alternate Timelines, Fluff, Happy Ending

Summary: It's 2012. Steve is just informed by Loki that Bucky's alive. Loki also tells him some other things.

Reasons why I love it: Oh my god, the ending of this is so funny, I'm dying. Also, by my own decree, this is what canonically happens in the branching timeline after Endgame, I've decided. I love this fic so much, and I really hope you check it out, because I want you to experience it for yourself!

The Good or Bad Thing by petreparkour

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 10,448 Tags: Time Travel, Exes to Lovers, Secrets

Summary: “It’s the metal suit,” Thor informed Steve, his normally-booming voice tinny over the SHIELD comms. “What did Stark call it—Iron Man?” “But he’s down here,” Steve protested as the Hulk roared in Stark’s face, startling him into waking with a shout. “How could—” “It’s damaged,” Thor reported. “But it looks different. More advanced. And he—ah. He’s carrying you, Captain.” “Please tell me nobody kissed me,” Stark breathed out, and then Stark’s voice suddenly came over the comms, but the man lying next to him hadn’t moved. “Guys, come on, you’re killing me here. What is it, 2012? God, I hate time travel. First, I'm fighting Thanos. Now, I have to deal with my past self and Thor's bad haircut? Oh my God, Cap, yes I hacked their comms, they’re my comms.” Steve nearly opened his mouth to protest that he hadn’t said anything when he realized that this replica of Tony Stark wasn’t speaking to him.

Reasons why I love it: The branching timelines are so interesting here. I love all the interactions between past and present Steve and Tony, and the way that Endgame-Stony manage to kiss and make up is beautiful. This fic is fantastic, and I hope you give it a shot!

Five Seconds by nanasekei

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: NR Words: 3,143 Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Post-Endgame, Getting Together

Summary: From the moment Steve suits up, he knows what he’ll do.

Reasons why I love it: Aaaah, kill me with the bittersweet longing, I'll lay down on the knife every time! This fic is just beautiful, it gives me all of the feels, and the ending is enough to make me cry. I'm so happy they got the outcome they deserve. I once again advocate for this to be canon now, and I won't hear any protests! I love this fic, and I bet you will too, so please go and read it.

The Future is Yet in Your Power by FestiveFerret

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 14,926 Tags: Steve Angst, Time Travel, Pining

Summary: "Now." Wong leaned back in his chair. "What would you do to save this world from Thanos' attack? What would you sacrifice?" "Anything," Steve said. "Anything at all." Wong considered him for a moment, expression unreadable. "There's one thing, maybe."

Reasons why I love it: This fic is the definition of 'things that make me hopeful'. I really love the rules of time travel that Ferret uses here, it's such a cool concept. And the ending is just perfect, I imagine that after this, they face Thanos together and defeat him without anyone else getting hurt. That's my story, and I'm sticking to it. Definitely check this one out, it's amazing!

#marvel #fanfic #stony #a year in fanfic recs #fic rec #fanfic rec #fanfiction recommendation #fix it fic

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starker-raving-mads · 7 months

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For you: Part IV

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"It's easier if we come up to see you," Bucky had said, Steve murmuring his agreement in the background of the phone call. "We're gonna be in the city anyway and besides, ain't it better to do it where you can do all the scans and stuff?"

The plan was sound, and made sense to Peter at the time. But here and now, with Captain America and the Winter Soldier making their way up to the penthouse labs in Stark Tower, the vigilante was questioning his judgement.

"Fri do we - "

"Yes, Mother, we have the schematics loaded and ready for display in both holographic and flat form."

"Okay, okay but do you think - "

"You've practiced attaching and detaching the device enough times that your fluidity of movement has increased by 313%."

"Sure but - "

"Peter," the AI cut off the teen's frantic questions. He fell silent, chagrined; she rarely called him Peter anymore and when she did, he knew it was because he was being too much.

He let out a deep sigh.

"Okay, I get it," he gave up. "I'm as ready as I'll ever be I guess."

"You are," the super intelligence agreed. "I'm glad you've come to see reason. Sergeant Barnes and Captain Rogers will arrive on the elevator in ETA 10 seconds."

They were coming by so that Peter, 18-year-old, clumsy Peter, could attach Bucky's new prosthetic based on Mr. Stark's assemblage instructions. He was, for lack of any better words, fucking terrified.

It wasn't so much that Bucky and Cap scared him, at least not any more. He had a healthy respect for the pair after everything they'd gone through, but the few meet ups he'd had with the group as a whole had made him appreciate the less-obvious qualities that each hero had in turn. Sure, Bucky was scary as heck in a fight, but outside of that he was quiet and kind of contemplative. Steve was the driving force for optimism and doing the right thing - and also an absolute mother hen.

Instead it was the fact that he was basically going to be attaching this thing, that he did not create, that cost Mr. Stark probably at least a million dollars? Onto the body of a super soldier while his - best friend or boyfriend or whatever they were, Peter really never got clarification - watched over his shoulder. He was having performance anxiety, big time.

He concentrated on those better qualities of theirs as the elevator door opened.

An hour later, he wasn't sure why he'd be so scared in the first place.

"You're really a natural at all this, huh?" Steve asked, peering over all the holodisplays Friday had helpfully pulled up for Peter as he went along attaching circuitry, wires, and faceplates. The blonde's eyes were wide trying to take everything in while Peter, finally confident in the face of the older man's perplexity, worked slowly but surely on finishing the attachment of Bucky's new arm.

"Sort of," the teen chuckled. "Mostly it's just that I spent so long growing up without any of the bells and whistles - oops, sorry," he grimaced after a slight spark made Bucky flinch. They were bound to happen, given that the battery that was Bucky's natural electrical system couldn't be turned off like one could a computer they were changing the parts in. " - that now that I've got all this stuff to make it so much easier, it's more understandable than it probably would've been otherwise, if that makes sense."

Bucky hummed in agreement. "Kinda like training with weights then goin' into the fight without 'em on." His Brooklyn accent was stronger than it had been before. Maybe it meant more of his old self was returning. The thought made Peter happy for the other man.

"Yeah, yeah exactly!"

"You know, I always thought Tony was one of a kind with how smart he was," Steve admitted after a few more moments of silence scattered with the light clinks of metals and wires being maneuvered in Peter's sure hands. "And he is, I'm not saying he wasn't, but you really do him justice here, Pete."

Peter ducked his head, flush blossoming in a great pink wave across his cheeks and the back of his neck.

"Nah," he disagreed quietly. "I'm nothing special. I bet there's thousands more people who would be able to put all this to better use." He sighed.

"No they wouldn't," Bucky said in a sure, firm tone. Peter looked up at him, his curls - getting too long, needing a cut - falling slightly across his eyes. "I've seen a lot of people, kid, and trust me, you are one in a billion."

Peter's breath caught and he stared at the assassin in shocked silence. He was brought out of it when Steve laid one of his large hands over Peter's slight shoulder, engulfing him in warmth.

"Buck's right, son," Steve agreed. A warmth Peter hadn't known since before Uncle Ben passed away washed over him. Something that felt like acceptance and family all rolled into one.

"Thanks," he replied quietly to the both of them. Steve kept his hand there for just long enough that Peter could pull on that warm memory with ease later.

"Shoulda seen him, Pete," Bucky said, tossing a foam football to Steve, who tossed it to the teen, who tossed it back to Bucky in a smooth triangle stretching across the lab. "Stevie used to be a beanpole - short and tiny and yet had the bite of a gator wrapped up in all that acne and asthma," he chuckled.

"Yeah, yeah, live it up, wise guy," Steve replied, smile taking any bite that might've been there right back out of it.

They were, ostensibly, calibrating Bucky's arm. Peter had finished with the installation a while ago and had gone back a few times to make some minor adjustments. They'd been tossing the toy ball that was he and Mr. Stark's 'thinking ball' between themselves to test the arm's dexterity, reliability, and maneuverability, but the spider was pretty sure it was as good as it could be at this point without a real endurance test. Still though. He was having fun, relaxing with his new friends. He could unwind with them in a way that Ned and MJ just couldn't do for him. He tried not to feel bad for spending so much time away from his friends but his life was just so - different, now. He'd make it up to them.

"I used to have asthma too," the teen admitted, tossing the ball to Bucky again. "And glasses, and all sorts of problems." He shrugged, catching the ball from Steve. "The bite kind of cleared all of that up, though I still have problems with the cold."

"Oh yeah?" Bucky asked, thoughtful.

"Never really knew why, just seemed to stick around, honestly feels a little worse but I don't know if it's just like that in comparison to like having none of the other stuff to distract my senses from it."

"You know," Bucky drawled, pausing as he caught the ball, holding it cocked against his hip. "Spiders can't thermoregulate. It's why you never see 'em in winter." Peter and Steve both blinked at him. In an act of absolute insanity, the winter soldier blushed. "What?" he asked, defensive, throwing the ball more firmly than necessary at Steve. "I read!"

"I never really thought of that," the younger man admitted. "That might actually bear looking into. Hey, Fri?"

"Yes, Mother?"

"Can you make a note to research that?"

"Of course, Mother. Also, this is your reminder that it is 2pm and you have not yet eaten."

"Thanks, Friday," he grinned. He caught the older men looking at him. "What?"

"Mother?" Steve and Bucky asked in unison, smirks firmly in place. He covered his face with his hands and groaned.

Peter had lunch delivered from his and May's favorite Thai place, leaving a hefty tip. It was still weird to him to just…having access to money now. He hadn't really used it except to pay for things like food and help May with bills and pay for his enrollment to Columbia. He was relieved, honestly, that the sudden influx of cash and power hadn't gone to his head. He liked to think it wouldn't but he was as human as everyone else and he'd seen good people do terrible things for cash.

Lunch with Steve and Bucky was good. It felt just like a continuation of the last few hours they'd spent together, like hanging out and just being friends. Refreshing, after everything. He'd answered embarrassing questions - like why Friday called him Mother (and then teased Steve for not getting the reference, even though Bucky somehow did), establishing a promise to have some kind of movie night so that he and Bucky could show Steve the legendary Alien films, and of course answering even more awkward questions.

"So no girlfriend?"

"Uh, nope, no not right now."

"Boyfriend?"

"Uh - "

"It's okay if you have a boyfriend, you know - "

"Or even a nonbinary partner! I hear that's a thing now, too, though I guess it always was and we just never really talked about it - "

"What Steve means, Pete, is no judgement from us. What's judgin' ever got anybody anyway?"

"Thanks guys, but no, no partners of any kind right now."

"Hmmm."

"What's that look for?"

"Still hung up on Tony, huh?"

"W-what??"

"It's okay, I get it, Stark was a handsome man. Don't look at me like that, Stevie, I know you ain't blind."

So yeah, awkward. Though, kind of sweet too? It was really kind of Bucky and Steve to just get it when it came to him and his feelings for Mr. Stark, as unrequited as they would always be. Felt a little easier to breath after that conversation, honestly. Ned and MJ had teased him constantly about his crush on Mr. Stark. May had too, for a while, though she'd stopped after - well after everything.

Apparently the billionaire and his aunt had done a lot to support each other while he was Blipped. Aunt May talked about Tony a lot differently, more supportive and less teasingly, than she ever had before.

He sighed, exhausted, spinning on his stool in the lab. Steve and Bucky had left a little while ago and he was still lost in his thoughts. He needed to stop thinking about this. About Tony Stark. He looked around.

"Guess it's kind of hard to not think about him when literally everything looks like he's about to walk right back in," he said to himself. He didn't want to get rid of any of it, but - "Fri, baby?"

"Yes, Mother?"

"Put on the Stark-Parker Playlist #3. I've got some cleaning to do."

He spent the next two hours decluttering everything he could. Pens and pencils back where they belonged, rinsing out the coffee machine, papers getting filed away, tools and loose screws and wires being organized. In the end, the lab looked cleaner than he could ever remember it being. And it still felt like Tony, for sure, but it also felt like a breath of fresh air.

He slid his stool across the room to the last filing cabinet. He knew this was where all the experimental files got stored, just random notes on thought experiments and the like. All the real experiments - the weapons and suit projects - were all stored in Friday's cloud, but bits and pieces of physical hardware were inevitably tossed here.

As he pulled things out and arranged them on the floor to get some sense of what exactly was in the cabinet, he slowly realized that the things he was pulling out weren't exactly random. His piles were forming a pattern on the floor, piles of notes about holographic improvements next to auditory transcription, and weirdly a pile about how birds can mimic sound with their vocal patterns.

He stepped back from the landscape he created, scratching his head.

"Friday?" he called, tilting his head back and forth as though he were looking at a picture that was just slightly out of order.

"Yes, Mother?"

"What the hell am I looking at?" he asked. He was slightly frustrated. He could tell all this went together but - but not how. Like a puzzle missing one too many pieces.

"On the floor in front of you are assorted piles of - "

"No, no," he shook his head. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he said, "Sorry, I should've been more clear."

"It is okay, Mother. I am still learning. What is it you would like to know?"

"It looks like all of this - stuff - the notes and the research and things - like they all go together. Was Mr. Stark working on something?"

Friday was quiet for a moment before saying, "Yes, though I am not sure he ever meant for the research to be conclusive or be shared." Her voice was hesitant.

"So, he stopped researching?" Peter asked, mind turning over what the man could've possibly been working on.

"Yes."

"Was it because he hit a dead end?" The thought of being able to finish something that Mr. Stark couldn't was invigorating.

"Yes and no." Peter narrowed his eyes, looking up - even though, technically, Friday was everywhere in this lab.

"Fri, what are you holding back from me? It's not - " he paused, " - it's not dangerous is it?"

"Not in the manner a weapon might be." He groaned.

"Friday," he said in the same tone Aunt May used on him when he was edging around a subject.

He figured he might've gotten it down right when she answered, "Boss had been investigating the best and most accurate methods of recreating natural intelligence."

"So, a new form of AI," Peter clarified.

"No," she replied, more softly. "I believe, based on the results of some of his testing, that he was attempting to recreate a previously known organic intelligence." A pause, and Peter's spidey-sense tingled, ever so slightly. "He was attempting to recreate your intelligence, Mother."

It felt as though the floor had dropped out from under him, his stomach doing a wicked somersault. He had the vaguest sense of vertigo, like he'd missed grabbing a web when slinging high between two buildings in downtown.

"Why - " his voice clicked, throat dry from shock. "Why would he - ?"

"If I were to posit," Friday said in that same slightly gentle tone. "I have watched you and Boss both, together and on an individual basis. From some of the similar actions you both have taken, I can extrapolate that, in the best way I am currently able to describe," she paused, like she did not like the uncertain nature of the information she was about to unveil, "he was attempting to create such an intelligence because he missed you, Mother."

#starker #ironspider #peter parker x tony stark #tony stark x peter parker #tony stark #iron man #peter parker #peter x tony #spiderman #peter parker/tony stark #for you fic

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New Endings - Part 4

A/N: SORRY THAT THIS TOOK ME SO LONG. But I made this chapter a bit longer, so hope that compensates somewhat. On the other hand I got carried away and there was no way to make it shorter so here's a win-win for us all 😜

Warnings: Swearing, insulting, threatening, physical violence/abuse, manipulation, mentions of a gun, a little bit alluding to smut? (not the real deal though)

Word count: 6.7k

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Particles of dust scattered all over the place as (Y/N) kept herself busy cleaning the house. After spending days inside with not much to occupy herself with, she started to get bored. The family house she stayed at remained basically untouched, so one and one made two.

Her cheeks were reddened from the warmth of the fire and the physical work she was putting into tidying the place. It felt satisfying to make herself useful while also getting time to think. Tommy’s harsh words lingered in her mind. He was right, she knew he was right but at the same time it felt so wrong. He was the last one to judge her, considering his own actions. The worst thing was that she hadn’t seen him anymore after their argument. The only person who’d stop by was Polly and although she appreciated her help, it didn’t feel right. Just as her mind took her further into a spiral of thoughts, she heard the front door open. She turned to see who it was, standing eye to eye with two men in long coats, both wearing peaked caps.

“Ello, love.” Arthur’s gruffy voice spoke up, a genuine smile on his face. John grinned at her as he stood beside his older brother. A smile started to break on her face and her eyes lit up as she took in the sight of the two brothers. “That's been a while."

“Nah, I spoke to you a few weeks ago.” John joked as he took his cap off. “How have you been holdin’ up ‘n here?” (Y/N) put the rag she was using, down. "I'm doing fine." She smiled at him. "How have you two been?"

"We're well." Arthur answered as he took his cap off. "We thought you'd might like some company." He slid the coat off his shoulders and hung it up on the rack. "Oh, well... I do actually." She chuckled. "Would you like some tea?"

"Nah, love. Tom said you got him some good whiskey. I'd like some of that." Arthur smiled. The mention of Arthur's nickname for Tommy made her think. He had talked about her, or probably at least about their evening. It made her wonder what else he had told them. "Did he send you to come see me?" She asked the oldest brother, questioning the sincerity of their visit. "No, like I said we thought you'd might like some company." He started as she watched him sit down on one of the chairs. "We're not here because of him."

She nodded, shifting her attention to John who just got rid of his cap and coat and had returned to the table. "Whiskey for you as well?" He shook his head as he rolled his toothpick to the other corner of his mouth. "Some tea for me." She chuckled softly, amused that the tough stance didn't say everything about him. " Alright, I'll be right back." John sat down and grinned. "Is that funny to you?"

"A little." She jokingly confessed. "I barely made it inside and she's making fun of me already." John complained to Arthur, his grin never leaving his face. "And you wonder why?" Arthur joked while leaning back in his chair.

"I'm having tea as well, you won't be the only odd one out here." (Y/N) teased as she made her way to the small kitchen. "Yeah, go on, make that tea. It's taking you long enough. It could've been done in the time you took to mock me." John called out, continuing his banter. He could hear her laugh coming from the kitchen which made him chuckle.

Once she returned with the drinks, she sat down with the two brothers. "I must say that I'm happy that you're here." She smiled at them. "It's pretty quiet sometimes."

"Can imagine. Don't you get out of the house?" Arthur wondered as he took a sip of his whiskey. She shook her head. "No. I... I'm too afraid, honestly." She softly confessed. Both brothers looked at her, not expecting the answer from her. "Afraid?" John repeated. "He's really been that bad to you, hm?"

"I guess so, yes." She uncomfortably moved in her seat. "We can go with you." Arthur kindly offered. "No need to be scared then." (Y/N) looked up at him, touched by his offer but unsure of accepting it. "I appreciate it but I don't want to bother you."

"It's no bother. What about this afternoon?" He suggested as he watched her nervously fumbling with her fingers. "Well, okay then." It would be good to get out of the house for a while and she finally could buy some things for herself, instead of asking Polly. This could be a first step back to the independence she had missed. "I'll pick you up at 2 then, yeah?"

"Thank you." She smiled before taking a sip of her tea. John took the warm cup between his hands. "I can't come, gotta do somethin' for Tom but I'm sure you two will be okay."

"Oh please don't worry about it." She tapped her fingers on her cup before putting it down. "I was actually wondering..." She looked at the two brothers in front of her as her heart started beating faster. "So I have been thinking a lot since I'm here and I..." She didn't understand why the words were so hard to get off her lips. "I was wondering if you maybe needed a hand at the betting shop? I mean Tommy gave me some money for food and clothes but he can't give me money forever. Besides that it just feels... weird."

John and Arthur looked at each other as silence followed after her question, both seeming to think about her question. "I mean no worries if you don't need anyone else. I-I just can't sit here and wait, you know? I'd rather work for it." She started rambling as her nerves and the uneasiness of the silence got the best of her.

John picked up on her uncomfortable state and smiled kindly at her. "First of all, calm down. It's just us." He chuckled. "But that's not something we decide about, although I think we could use a hand."

"Yeah, Tom and Pol are the ones concerning this." Arthur added, taking another sip of his whiskey. "Oh.. well, I haven't seen Tommy in days so I'll ask Polly when she's here again."

"I can ask them for you." John offered before Arthur interrupted him. "Or we could go see Tommy later this afternoon." His words made her palms feel sweaty, she didn't know if it was a great plan to go see him in his house unannounced. That, and she wasn't sure if she actually wanted to go there. "I don't know if that's a good idea." She retorted, her fingers playing with the fabric of her dress. "I think he's pretty busy." Arthur snorted as he shook his head. "He always is."

"We'll ask him first if it's okay, yeah? Think that makes her feel better." John interfered, knowing that there was something he couldn't quite put his finger on. She looked up at him, a small smile tugging on her lips. "It does."

"You can just tell us, love. We don't judge." Arthur's gruffy voice spoke up as he patted her shoulder gently. She shifted her gaze to him and chuckled softly. "I should've remembered."

After John and Arthur had left, she went back to doing her chores. While she hung her dresses to dry on the laundry rack, she thought about their visit. She enjoyed their company and it felt good to have a laugh with both of them. It reminded her of simpler times and how carefree she felt, although she probably wasn't the only one. She noticed how Arthur's face showed many signs of the stress he was enduring and despite John acting like he was alright, she could see he was suffering from it too. But what else could she expect from living a life like theirs. It was their choice and they had to deal with the consequences, however, she couldn't deny the fact that she'd rather had seen them in another state.

The honk of a horn brought her back to reality. She looked up at the clock to check the time and realized that Arthur was already back to pick her up. She quickly checked herself in the mirror, got her coat and purse and made her way outside. The chilly wind blew across her face, making her shiver before she took a deep breath of fresh air. Or, as fresh it could get in Small Heath. She took in her surroundings before she looked up at Arthur who was holding the car door open for her, like a real gentleman. She giggled as she approached him. "What do I owe this to?"

"I'm just treating the way you should be treated." He answered, a proud grin on his face. "Well, thank you sir. I appreciate it." She chuckled as she got in the car. Arthur shut the door and got in next to her, starting the car. "Tommy said he had time for you now." She turned her head to look at him, his words caught her by surprise. "Now?" She repeated, Arthur nodded in response. "Yeah, now. He was supposed to be at the betting shop but something came up or something." He shrugged while driving off. "I don't know but doesn't matter. We're meeting him at his house now."

"Right." It was the only word that she was able to say. An uneasy feeling made her stomach turn. She anxiously twisted the ring around her finger, trying to ease herself. During the ride she elaborated on some of the things she and Arthur spoke about that morning while he told a bit more about his current life. It helped her to get grip on the restless feeling and compose herself.

It wasn't until he pulled up to the driveway that led to Arrow House, her nerves came back while she was stunned by the huge mansion that was in front of her. "This is Tommy's house?" Her mouth was slightly agape as she stared at it in awe, not comprehending what she was looking at. "It is." Arthur chuckled. "Pretty big, eh?"

"Yeah... pretty big." She repeated as Arthur drove trough the gates. He parked the car in front of the enormous wooden doors. "My god." She muttered under her breath as she heard Arthur chuckle. "You should see inside, you can get lost in there." He told her before getting out. She opened the door herself and followed Arthur to the doors where he'd just knocked on. Not much later an older woman opened. "Ah, Mr. Shelby. Come in, your brother is waiting for you in his office." She kindly greeted him as she stepped aside. "Thank you, Frances." Arthur smiled at her as he walked in. "This is (Y/N), an old friend of ours." He introduced her to the maid.

"Nice to meet you." (Y/N) smiled at the older woman who kindly smiled back. "Nice to meet you too. Can I take your coat for you?" Frances questioned. "I- Yes, sure." She answered, she took her coat off and handed it to Frances. "Alright, come on. Tom is in 'ere." Arthur spoke up. She shot another smile at Frances before following the oldest brother.

She felt her heart racing as the uneasy feeling grew. She had to reassure herself it was just Tommy but that was the whole problem. It was Tommy. She didn't know what she could expect. Before she had the chance to think about it, Arthur had opened the office door already. "We're 'ere." He announced as he walked in, getting Tommy's attention. He looked up from the papers he was reading and let his eyes wander over her frame once she had entered. "Hi." Her voice was soft, her hands folded in front of her body. She took a quick glance at his office. The dark furniture stood out against the green walls while a few paintings of horses accompanied them.

"You can sit." His low voice filled the room as he gestured with his hand to the sofa in front of his desk. She looked at Arthur before she made her way to the sofa and sat down, putting her purse next to her. She leant her back against one of the soft cushions and rested her hands in her lap before looking up at him. "I didn't know you had glasses." She noticed, trying to break the tension. "Arthur, if you don't mind." He nodded his head towards the door. "Yeah, okay." A low mumble fell from his lips as he followed his younger brother's order.

His eyes focused back on the woman in front of him. She glanced right back at him, not wanting to show him how uncomfortable she felt. "I've had an injury." He explained it in his own way. "What?" She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. "The glasses. I need them because of the injury." He simply stated. "Oh, I didn't know." She awkwardly mumbled.

"You came here because you needed something?" He swiftly changed the subject, not wanting to waste any time. "I was wondering if you might need a hand in the betting shop. It would be a great way to work for my money." She explained as her fingers played with the fabric of her dress. Tommy leaned back in his chair, his hands resting on his abdomen. "I mean, I can't just live of your money forever, can I?" She added, slightly nervous.

"You can but the question is if we both want that." His tone was emotionless as usual. She felt herself getting annoyed at his comment but decided to let it slide, the sooner she got out of there, the better. "Well I certainly don't want to."

"Then I'm sure you could help us out." He sighed. "You remember how to take bets?" He asked, leaning forward to get his glass of whiskey. She nodded. "I do."

"Tomorrow, 8 AM then." He took his glasses off and put them on top of his papers. Despite the weird tension between the two of them, she felt relieved. "I'll be there." She was about to get up when he spoke up again. "How are you?" His eyes curiously scanned her face. She unsurely leant back against the sofa again. "I'm doing okay. You?"

He nodded slowly as he got up, walking over to the front of his desk, making the gap between them closer. He leant against the edge of the wooden desk and crossed his arms. "Me too. I heard Arthur offered to go out with you?" She kept his gaze a little longer before breaking it, letting her eyes wander over the floor. "He did." Tommy grabbed his cigarette case and took one from it. "That's a great step forward for you." He wetted it between his lips before lighting it.

"What's that supposed to mean?" She couldn't hide the irritation in her voice. Tommy sighed before taking a drag of his cigarette. "I'm just saying that it's a good thing. Nothing more, nothing less." He put the whiskey that was in his hand on his desk while she moved to the edge of the sofa and grabbed her purse. "Whatever." A soft mumble left her lips as she got up. "Thank you for the job opportunity, I'll be there tomorrow morning." She didn't want to wait for his answer and decided to made her way to the door.

"(Y/N)." He stopped her by grabbing her upper arm. She turned her head to face him. "Yes?" Her annoyed tone indispensable as she watched the smoke ascend from his lips. "What's wrong?" His question was supposed to sound genuine, like he actually cared about what she thought but instead she was looking at a face that showed nothing and listened to a voice that matched it perfectly. "I don't know, Tommy. You tell me."

"Is it about what I said that night?" His hand still rested on her arm, the warmth of it confused her. "That and the fact you just disappeared for days." He turned to put his cigarette on the edge of the ashtray before turning back to her. "I wanted you to see what has happened to you."

She rolled her eyes as she shook her arm out of his grip. "And you thought that was the way to do it?" Her voice remained calm while she felt her body tense up. "Let's be honest, you wouldn't listen to it in any other way."

"Let's be honest and reverse it, shall we? Have you ever looked at yourself? Because you're a ghost of the person you once was as well and you're only becoming worse." She returned the questioned he asked her a few nights ago. Perhaps it was unfair, she knew exactly what he meant and his harsh words were supposed to be a wake up call but it still didn't sat right with her. Tommy stared intensely at her as she came closer. "And don't you dare to tell me that I don't understand what you've been trough. Because I was fucking there." Her calm voice seemed to break while her nails were digging into her purse.

"I said it because you deserve better." He specified while standing up straight. "Because I know how much it hurts you and because I don't want to stand at your fucking grave, regretting that I didn't say anything." She scoffed at his words, they were almost the same. He was just repeating them again. "Oh fuck off." She shook her head. "And with deserving better you mean yourself, don't you?"

He kept quiet for a moment while he looked into her eyes. "Tell me you didn't feel the same things as I did." He dared her. She felt his breath on her face, realising how close they were. "I don't know what you mean."

"You do. Now, tell me right now you didn't feel the same." She took a deep breath and looked down. "I didn't." The touch of his fingers on her chin alerted her, he tipped it up so she had no other choice than to look at him. "Look in me eyes and tell me again." He encouraged her, her eyes finding his as words got stuck in her throat. She did feel it, all of it but it must've been a moment of weakness. She couldn't have those feelings for him after years and if she did, she didn't only lie to herself but also to the man she promised to marry.

She leant into his touch, their faces only mere inches away from each other. "Say it." His voice was soft but demanding, her lips parted slightly but no words came out. Tommy closed the gap and captured her lips in a gentle kiss. She had been waiting for this since they exchanged knowing gazes the night of their dinner.

She dropped her purse before she let her hands rest against his chest, feeling the warmth of his body and a heartbeat that matched her own. Her lips discovered his. The soft feeling of them against hers, mixed with the intoxicating taste of cigarettes and whiskey, was one she had missed for so long. His hand moved from her chin to her cheek while the other found its way to her waist, pulling her closer. Her tongue carefully grazed his lips, almost begging him for more. While he granted her access, their tongues explored each other curiously. A soft moan left her mouth while her arms wrapped around his neck.

Tommy deepened the kiss, his arms sneaking around her waist, holding her tightly against his body. Her fingers ran trough the longer strands of his hair, softly tugging on it until she felt his lips leaving hers. Her eyes fluttered open to look at him, finding him looking back at her, his lips slightly apart and swollen from their intense contact. It took her a few seconds to realize that she needed more. More intimacy, more of him and only him.

She placed her hands on his cheeks, pulling him back in for another kiss. Lips crashed together, gentleness made place for neediness, both ready to devour each other right in that moment. His hand fumbled with her dress while hers slid under his suit jacket. His mouth moved from her lips to her neck, kissing her skin exactly the way he knew she loved it. Moans that came from her mouth only proving that he was doing the right thing.

As soon as she was able to get rid of his suit jacket and it hit the floor, her hands ran trough his hair, nails raking over the back of his neck as he softly sucked on her skin. She was lost in the moment until realisation struck her. "Tommy..." It sounded more like a moan than she intended to. He continued to kiss up to her jaw, his fingers struggling with the opening of her dress. "Tommy...wait." Her voice came out as a stammer, lost of any stability.

She felt his breath against her cheek as he had stopped kissing her. "What's wrong?" His low, hoarse voice gave her goosebumps. "I-I think we should stop here." Her eyes scanned his face, noticing his flushed face. "Alright." He pressed a soft kiss on her neck before his warm hands left her body. She took a deep breath and adjusted her dress while Tommy picked up his jacket and put it back on. "I'm sorry, I didn't want to give off the wrong signals." She apologized, picking her purse up from the floor.

"You didn't. I think you've told me enough with this." He responded, a knowing look in his eyes. A blush crept onto her face, turning her cheeks a rosy color. "Right." She mumbled as she took in the man in front of her once more. "You might want to get your hair a bit decent before Arthur comes in." She suggested, looking at the mess she made of his dark hair.

He ran his fingers a few times trough his hair to fix it. "I think he has seen worse things than that." Tommy deadpanned. "I don't want him to think that something happened." She confessed, her fingers nervously sliding over the straps of her purse. "Let him think." She nodded, unsure of what to do next. She glanced around the office before breaking the silence. "Well, I'll be at the betting shop at 8 then." She watched as Tommy lit a new cigarette and nodded. "Great."

As she turned to make her way to the door, Tommy spoke up again. "If everything goes well, I need you here tomorrow evening at 7." She turned back to look at him, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Dinner." He simply stated. Her lips turned into a small smile, which she tried to hide. "I'll keep my schedule empty."

She walked up to the door, giving Tommy a last, quick glance before leaving his office. Once she closed the door, she still wore the smile he managed to give her. She looked around the large hallway, trying to find a glimpse of Arthur. Besides the amount of portraits she hadn't noticed before, there was no sign of the oldest Shelby. That was, until she heard a low grumble coming from the dining room, followed by a few curse words.

"Fuckin' 'ell." (Y/N) entered the dining room, stunned by the longest table she had seen accompanied by many dark, wooden chairs. Above the head of the table she found another portrait of Tommy and a horse. "What happened?" She asked as she walked over to Arthur, who she found on his knees on the floor. "Dropped the fuckin' cup." He was holding the shards in his hands as he got up. "I don't get why they give me these smoll cups." She couldn't help but chuckle. "I hope they weren't too expensive." She joked, earning a smile from Arthur. "Ah well, Tommy can afford some new cups. Anyway," He put the shards on top of the table. "Got the job?" He questioned, hopefully looking at her. "I did." She smiled. "I can start tomorrow."

"Isn't that great news!" He exclaimed while he pulled her into a hug. "Welcome back, sister."

The car ride from Arrow House to the market felt much more relaxed, the tension was gone and after some banter with Arthur, she felt the best she had felt in months. While Arthur reminisced about the past and how his life in Small Heath used to be, she couldn't help but think about the kiss she had shared with Tommy. It was something she didn't knew she needed so badly. She never found the exact feeling he gave her with someone else and although David came close, it wasn't the same.

"Do you remember?" Arthur turned his head to look at (Y/N), getting her attention. "I- Yes of course I do." She lied, no clue what he was talking about. "You almost killed me." He laughed as he focused his eyes back on the road. "I hope you're better with guns now because I don't want to experience such a thing ever again."

She finally grasped what he was talking about, the memories of the brothers teaching her how to use a gun was pretty much an event itself. "Yeah, I'm still sorry about that. I panicked." She chuckled. "Me too." Arthur laughed. "It was only a few centimeters between life and death."

"I remember Polly wasn't too happy when she saw all of our scared faces when we came in and you made it even worse with your awful lie." (Y/N) giggled at the thought of the disappointed look on their aunts face. "Well Finn, could've fired the gun, ya know."

"Finn was with her the whole time." She countered. Arthur gave her quick glance as he thought about it. "Ah yeah, that was it." His answer made (Y/N) laugh. "Good ol' times." He chuckled as he parked his car on the sidewalk. She looked at the street in front of her, many market stalls stood on each side of it and a crowd of people were curiously looking at them. She just had to do it, after that it would become much easier. She took a deep breath and got out of the car, Arthur did the same and waited for her in front of it.

"Have you been here before?" She asked while she walked up to him. "I'm not the type of man that likes to go shopping." He chuckled. "I see." A smile formed on her face. "What about your wife?"

"Sometimes, although she prefers the smaller one, closer to home." He answered. She wanted to ask him another question when a young man approached him from behind. "Mr. Shelby? You have a flat tyre." He pointed at one of the tyres of the car. "For fucks sake." Arthur grumbled as he walked over to the back of the car, inspecting the tyre. "Fuck."

"Everything alright?" She wondered as she came up to the side of the car. "I have to fix this, love. It might take a bit of time." He replied as he looked up at her, she could see the guilt in his eyes. "It's fine." She looked at the crowded market over her shoulder before looking back at him. "I can go by myself."

"Are you sure?" He wondered, getting a nod from her in response. "If you stay here, I think I'll be alright." She gave him a nervous smile. "I won't but also can't go anywhere." He joked, giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze. "I can help." The young man offered. "Might be even quicker then."

She looked at him and nodded before switching her attention back to Arthur. "I'll meet you back here." It sounded more like a question. "Yes ma'am." He gave her a reassuring wink. She answered his gesture with a small smile before making her way to the market. The grip on her purse tightened when she went up in the crowd of people, making sure to avoid any eye contact with anyone, only looking at the products vendors tried to sell.

While she passed the various stalls, the sun appeared from behind the clouds. Warm sunrays caressed her face, natures way to give her a needed embrace of comfort. A sigh escaped her mouth as she felt the tension on her shoulders lessen, a kind of lost confidence within her growing at the same time. It was the first time in weeks that it felt like everything would be okay.

She continued her walk past the stalls, buying flowers, food and even treated herself on a new dress. While having a brief conversation with the kind lady who stood behind the stall, she quickly glanced over to the spot where Arthur had parked his car. Although she could barely see him due to the people who blocked her view, it seemed he was still busy with the flattened tyre. After she finished her conversation she decided to go see one more stall before returning back to the car. She felt proud of herself that despite the fear of going out, she did it on her own. Just like she used to do.

While she turned around, her heart dropped and a cold feeling filled her senses. She turned back, her eyes frantically looking for Arthur as she pushed past a few people. A sickening wave of terror welled up from her stomach. She quickened her pace until someone blocked her path, a hand kept her from moving by holding her arm firmly. "There you are. I've been looking for you."

Her widened eyes looked in disbelief at the man in front of her. "David..." She tried to look past him, hoping that Arthur would've seen them and was on his way to come help her but he wasn't. "Why don't we go talk, hm?" He gently stroked his knuckles over her cheek while she tried not to flinch. "No, let me go." Her voice came out softer than she had hoped, all the confidence she had felt moments ago had left her body within seconds.

"Listen, we can play this the easy way or the hard way." His voice sounded kind but his eyes told her otherwise. She fought herself out of his grip and quickly ran past him, hoping to reach Arthur as fast as she could. She didn't came far as she had hoped when she got yanked back by her wrist, his other hand grabbed her neck harshly. They earned some questionable looks from a few people but nobody dared to speak up. She could feel his breath against her ear as he forced her to look at the car in the distance. "Hard way then." His grip tightened even more. "You see that guy who's helping that Shelby scum?" He growled in her ear, she nodded quickly in response.

"One order from me and he makes sure that changing a flattened tyre is the last thing Arthur Shelby will do. Understood?" The threatening words and immense fear brought tears to her eyes. "I said understood?" He shook her harshly. "Y-yes." She croaked out, her lip trembling. "Great, lets go somewhere quiet." He pushed her towards an alley, away from all the people who were her only chance for help. Once they were out of sight, he turned her around and pressed her back hard against the brick wall behind her, making her drop some of her groceries. A soft whimper left her lips as she felt a stinging pain in her back.

He trapped her with his body and grabbed her cheeks harshly between his fingers. "What a fucking surprise to find you here." His eyes were dark, spewing the anger that was raging inside him into her frightened ones. "You really think you'd be safe with Thomas fuckin' Shelby, didn't you? Is this why you met up with the bastard?"

She tried to shake her head but he restrained her from doing so. "Fucking speak!" He barked at her. "N-no, we just-" She panicked as she watched his face come closer. "You what?" He spat at her. "We just talked. It's true, everything I've told you, i-is true. It really is." She blurted out, afraid of what his next step could be. The morning when he forced to tell her what she had done the night she met with Tommy, playing in her head.

A humorless laugh fell off his lips. "You're going to tell me you just talked to someone we are trying to get rid of, then you run away from me and now you're living in his fucking house. Is that what it is? Because that’s exactly what it sounds like to me!" He narrowed his eyes, the grip on her face tightening. "What have you told those god damn gypsies?! Or were you working for them all along?! Like the fucking whore you are!" Her body trembled while he screamed at her, her hands pulling onto his, in hopes that he would let go of her face.

"I didn’t say anything. I just couldn't take it anymore." Her voice trembled with fear. "Couldn't take what anymore." He hissed. "The beating. It was too much." A few tears ran down her cheeks when he let go of her face and took ahold of her wrist. "But darling, you did that to yourself." He wiped away her tears with his thumb while she tried to turn her face away from him. He firmly grabbed her jaw. "See, you're doing it again. You never listen."

"Stop, David." She begged. "I don't want this anymore. Please. I don't want to marry you." A small smile appeared on his face as he shook his head. "Oh, don't say stupid things now." He lifted her hand, his fingers tapping the shiny ring on her finger. "Why are you still wearing this then?" Her eyes fell on the ring while she gulped harshly. "Because I didn't know. I-I didn't know what to do."

"Exactly. You know damn well that you want to go trough with this, you still love me. If you really wanted to end this all you would've got rid of it the moment you got in that fuckers car." He let go of her hand and took a step back while her eyes followed him. "You know I should take you home now, teach you a lesson about running away like a fucking child." He paused his sentence as he looked at her with the most vile look she had ever seen. "But since you wanted to play it the hard way, you'll get it the hard way."

He opened his coat, the holster of his gun appearing underneath it. Her heart starting beating faster and her lips began to tremble, she wanted to run but she stood frozen in the same spot. He took another gun out of his coat and held it up while he inspected it just a second too long. "David, please. I-I'll just come home, okay? I’m so sorry." He looked up at her and chuckled. "Oh, this one is not to kill you, love." He tapped on the gun holster underneath his coat. "However this one might."

He stepped closer to her, grabbing her hand while forcing her to take the gun from him. “You’ll show me how sorry you are.” The cold metal touched the skin of her trembling hands, her glossy eyes still focused on his face. “What do you mean?” Her voice was barely a whisper, scared of whatever he wanted from her. “You’re going to take those Shelby’s out. One by one.”

"No...No no, I won't. I refuse to do it." Tears streamed down her face. "I'll come home and I'll do whatever you want, I promise. I'm sorry David, I really am. I don't want to get involved in your business." She tried to hand him the gun back but he pushed her back into the wall behind her, a soft groan left her lips from the sudden impact, the other belongings in her hand dropping on the cobblestones. He shook his head. "Look at you, I can't believe you think that tinker's lifer is worth more than yours." He clenched his jaw while he wrapped his hand around her throat, making it hard for her to breath. "You have no choice. It's a fucking order. You brought this upon yourself, once again. Now deal with the fucking consequences."

She tried to tear his hand away from her throat but it only resulted of him tightening his grip and cutting of her air supply while she was scratching his arm in panic. "You don't want to be the reason each of your family members will end up with a bullet in their head, do you?" He stroked her cheek gently with his other hand until he released his other hand from her throat. She gasped desperately for air while more tears streamed down her face. "I'll give you 3 weeks." A sick, twisted smile grew on his face as he watched her regain her breath slowly.

"Look at the mess you made." He pointed at the stuff she bought, scattered all over the cobblestones. "Pick it up." He demanded as he watched her try to gather everything together, all while still trying to catch her breath. He let his hand rest on her back, making it seem as a nice gesture before giving her a firm push which caused her to fall hard. Her knees scraped over the stones, leaving a tear in her dress. A soft sob left her mouth before she looked up at him. He towered over her, looking at her like she was just a piece of garbage, unworthy to be even treated like a normal human being. "Midland next Thursday, 9AM. You can tell me about the progress then."

She watched as he walked away, leaving her alone in the quiet alley. He had humiliated her, like he had done so many times before but this time it wasn’t even the worst thing. He forced her to get involved into his problems or rather forced to solve his problems and there was no way for her to win. More tears fell down her cheeks while her trembling hands picked up her belongings. Her eyes fell on the gun David had forced upon her, she wanted to leave it there, far away from her, from everyone but the fear of him finding out was too big to ignore. She grabbed it and stuffed quickly into the side of her bra, safely under her dress so that Arthur wouldn't see it.

Arthur. Fuck. He was probably looking for her. She got up and took a deep breath. While she adjusted her dress she noticed that the tear in her dress stood out too much to hide. She had to think of something to tell him, just a quick believable lie. She made sure her coat covered her dress while she wiped away her tears. Her hands gripped tightly on her belongings before she left the alley and returned to the market.

While she walked back, she saw Arthur coming her way with a worried look on his face. "There you are. I was looking for ya." She smiled kindly at him while she tried not the break down the moment she heard his voice. He noticed her teary eyes and her ripped dress. "Are ya alright? What happened?" She looked down at her dress before looking back to him, a sigh left her lips. "I fell."

"I've walked back and forth over this damn market and hadn't seen a sign of you once. Where did you fell?" He asked, his suspicion raising. "I was trying to find a favorite spot of mine." She lied. "I came there often when I was little." Arthur looked at her. "You came here often?" He asked again. "With my grandma, yes. But I tripped and fell on those fucking cobblestones. Let me tell you, it still hurts as bad as when we're little." She joked while a soft chuckle escaped her mouth.

Arthur thought back at the painful childhood memory. It made sense, the ripped dress, the teary eyes. She must've fallen. He put his hand on her shoulder, his way of showing comfort. "Are you alright?" He sincerely wondered. "I'm alright."

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tamsinbeybey-she-no-porcupine · 1 year

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okay this is for the "I say Havers"-meta anon because I feel a bit bad that I didn't give you what you wanted🙈

So we pick it up again after, the last post I showed you.

Captain says his line about the cover drive, Havers thanks him and then this happens :

(Two btws: -I remember making one of my silly little lazy posts with "say something I'm giving up on you" to this image

-just found out whilst looking for the GIF: I actually can tell from Gifs that only have his facial expression what has been said to him and at which point we are in the scene,solely based on his expression😮 )

Sorry back to the meta:

Would you look at him. In the first scene we have with him Cap dismisses him by saying "carry on" and Havers gets back to his duties. But here Cap, all wrapped up in his feelings made room for a pause by not saying anything after his cricket comment.

Now Havers says this and of course he can't just leave,he has to be dismissed and my boy has places to be (north-africa). But this is clearly not him asking for further commands etc.

Look at his eyes completely fixed on Cap and his raised eyebrow and the movement of the head. It's simutaneously the gesture one makes to remind someone that it's their turn to speak or do something as well as it looks like he tries to not only encourage Cap but is trying to indicate that "If you have anything to say, now is the time". Basically it looks like he's desperately waiting/yearning/hoping that Cap will adress his feelings/confess his feelings. He's almost trying to nudge him mentally to spit something out. (Still believe His inner monologue here was "say something, say something, say something!")

But Cap just confirms that that's all and in this second Havers realises that Cap won't say anything. And look how dissapointed he looks because it's just not happening. He's giving up and very very briefly has to get his facial expression in check. he turns to leave

(Excuse the screenshot quality I'm typing this on my phone and had to take this from YouTube)

So Cap now panicks a bit because this is probably the last conversation they'll be having and he at least has something to say that resembles a good bye or an I miss you just something to tell Havers what he means to him. So at the last minute:

and of course Havers whips around with an expectant look the only difference is he does not look like he's screaming internally wondering If Cap will confess anymore. I guess because he's already in his stiff upper lip/professional mode because my god the man can hide his emotions Like 1000 times better than Cap. Also he has given up after Cap gave him emotional whiplash twice already in this conversation. But nonetheless there is still a faint hope which is shown by how fucking fast he turns towards him.

So the next part hast been said by others before. Cap tries to say something, his courage leaves him, he shakes his head to himself and settles for

With this pleading look on his face of I dunno "please I mean it"? "please you have to understand/to see"? "Please believe me when I say"?

Wordwise though he's going the semi professional route of "I really liked working with you because I like you as a colleague"

So now Havers reaction which I for the longest time could not get. I mean i get the nod that's a "acknowledged....thank you ...you too... bye"

But the smile? So yeah now I gotta say first of all professional mode is on. But also in a way he got an "It's a shame that you're going, I wish you we're staying" but just not as a romantic confession. So he's smiling because at least he got that and it was sincere? Also happy that Cap did at least say something about his emotions towards him in the end?

seriously interpretations on that smile are very welcome.

Sorry this all is again incoherent babbling, but at least it's now about the right part of the scene.

#Anon ask #bbc ghosts #Redding Weddy #Capvers #Caphavers #Meta #My soft boy and my creaky boy #I Love them your honour #I am going to be so late for Work now whooopsie #Lieutenant Havers #BBC Ghosts the Captain

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 7 months

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From Hell to Home To Back Again

Summary: At the talent show, Chrissy Cunningham is so hungry that she nearly collapses. When she's found by Hopper, her parents ended up losing custody of her. She ends up being placed in the care of the Hendersons, and she finally finds the family she so desperately needed. She also ends up falling in love. What other changes are made in this alternate universe?

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Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chrissy was putting her books in her locker, humming a Bob Dylan song under her breath as she did so. She slammed her locker close, jumping when she saw Eddie leaning against the other side of her locker. She glared at him.

"Hey, Witch," Eddie grinned.

"Hey, Freak," she said and slapped his shoulder. "You scared me."

"Sorry. . .so, you're a fan of Bob Dylan?" Eddie asked.

"Who isn't?" Chrissy asked with a grin.

"Hmm, my mom was a fan. . . not as much as she was of Muddy Waters, though," Eddie said and paused. "I still have some of her records. Hey! I got a good idea!"

"What?" Chrissy asked.

"You want to come over this evening and listen to them?" Eddie asked.

"Um. . .yeah, I would love that!" Chrissy exclaimed with excitement, her eyes lighting up, and she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

Eddie grinned bashfully at her, pulling a lock of hair in front of his face to hide behind it. They stared at each other for a moment before Eddie cleared his throat and dropped his hair.

"So, how was your Christmas break?" Eddie asked.

"It was good. Quiet meal with my mom, my brother, and the Byers'," Chrissy said.

"The Byers'?" Eddie asked.

"Oh, yeah, Will wanted to have Christmas dinner with us, but I honestly think he wanted to escape his mother's cooking. There's a lot of things that Joyce Byers can do, but cooking is not one of them. Luckily, for them, Dusty and I love to cook together," Chrissy grinned. "Plus, I think Will wanted to spend some more drawing time together."

"You draw?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah, I'll bring by my sketchbook and show you," Chrissy said. "You're going to have to tell me where you live."

"Or I could drive you after school," Eddie said. "If you don't mind."

"You're lucky I have my sketchbook in my bag," Chrissy said. "See you after school."

Chrissy couldn't stop grinning for the rest of the day. She grinned all the way to lunch, plopping down at the table with a wistful smile on her face.

"You look like you have a hanger in your mouth, Henderson," Steve said.

"You do. What's got you so happy? Did you do something slutty?" Robin asked.

"I'm going over to Eddie's house to listen to records after school," Chrissy replied.

"Oh, so you're going to do something slutty," Robin said.

"Not necessarily, Robin," Nancy said, but she was grinning.

"You guys are taking something completely innocent and turning it into something dirty," Chrissy laughed.

"Doesn't sound so innocent to me," Jonathan said. "Are his parents going to be there?"

"His dad and no," Chrissy frowned. "I doubt we're going to do anything, and just because I like him doesn't mean that he likes me back."

"He'd be crazy not too," Steve scoffed.

Chrissy scooped some peas into her spoon and held it up threateningly.

"Enough, anyone who says anything else about it gets the peas," Chrissy said.

"Well, I'm terrified," Steve said sarcastically, and Nancy laughed.

Chrissy couldn't help but let her thoughts get the best of her as the rest of the day moved at a snail's pace. Finally, the end of the came around, she waved at Steve and Nancy as she walked towards Eddie's van. She found him walking towards it with a long-legged girl wearing a baseball cap. She looked like she could be his sister. That must be Ronnie, his best friend since he was eight or so Eddie had told her. She bounced over to them.

"Hi!" Chrissy exclaimed, startling Eddie.

"Jesus! Are you getting me back for this morning?" Eddie asked, putting his hand to his chest.

"Yeah," Chrissy replied.

"Don't be such a witch, Henderson," Eddie said teasingly.

"Don't be such a freak, Munson," Chrissy replied.

"You must be Chrissy," the other girl said.

"You must be Ronnie, Eddie's told me so much about you," she said, as she reached out to shake her head.

"And Eddie simply won't shut up about you," Ronnie said. "Even told us all about how you have a little brother who plays D&D whom you simply adore."

"Shut up, Ecker! Speaking of your little brother, is he getting a ride from someone?" Eddie asked.

"He usually rides his bike home with his party, but he's being driven home by Jonathan Byers today," Chrissy shrugged. "You haven't even met him yet, and you're very concerned about his well-being."

"Well, he's a future member of Hellfire," Eddie grinned. "Can't let potential like that get away."

"Hopefully, Hellfire will still be there by the time he gets to high school," Ronnie said. "Bet Higgins is going to get rid of it once you graduate."

"God, I hate that guy. He always calls me Miss Cunningham," Chrissy rolled her eyes.

"Why?" Ronnie asked.

"It was my name before I got adopted," Chrissy said. "It doesn't matter how many times I correct him, he still does it."

"What an asshole," Ronnie said.

"I hope you don't mind, but I promised Ronnie here a ride back home," Eddie said.

"No. I don't mind, I can ride in the back. . .unless you changed your mind about me coming over," Chrissy said.

"Never!" Eddie grinned.

"You're more than welcome to sit up front with Eddie," Ronnie said, smiling knowingly.

"No, I'm good," Chrissy grinned. "Seriously."

Ronnie punched Eddie in the arm, laughing at him, before climbing into the front seat. Eddie opened the back door for Chrissy, bowing.

"Milady, you're horribly drawn carriage awaits," Eddie said.

Chrissy giggled and climbed into the back, settling in on the floor. She leaned against the back of Eddie's chair to look at Ronnie.

"So, you got any embarrassing stories about Eddie to tell me about?" Chrissy asked.

"No!" Eddie exclaimed.

"Oh, I got tons!" Ronnie exclaimed Eddie drove off.

"Nope! No! No way!" He yelled.

"Shortly, after we met, there was this caterpillar that Eddie had befriended, but of course, in his haste to tell me his story, he stumbled and fell upon his dear old caterpillar. . .of course, killing the poor thing. Distraught, Eddie had to throw the caterpillar - ,"

"Well, if you're going to tell the story, Veronica, then you should at least tell her the name of my fallen friend. Ah, good, Ser Lawrence - a dear and sweet friend -"

"Anyway, Eddie had to throw Ser Lawrence a funeral. He made me attend, as well as his uncle," Ronnie said.

"Aww, that's not embarrassing. That's so sweet," Chrissy said.

Suddenly, they heard the sound of police sirens, and Eddie sighed before pulling off to the side. Ronnie scowled when a police officer tapped on the window. Eddie quickly rolled down it and put on a forced grin.

"Officer Moore, always a pleasure," Eddie said sarcastically.

"I thought that was you, Munson. Going awfully fast there," Officer said. "The roads are dangerous this time of year. . . Icey. Anything could happen. Wouldn't want anyone to get hurt."

"Well, yeah, I know that considering I have snow tires on, and I wasn't speeding at all," Eddie said dryly.

"Well, you can't be too careful," Officer Moore said. "You haven't been drinking today, have you?"

"Considering I came from school, no," Eddie sighed.

"If I search the car, am I going to find any illicit substances?" He asked.

"You never do," Eddie replied.

Chrissy popped her head in between the seats.

"What seems to be the problem, Officer?" Chrissy said cheerfully.

"Just making sure Junior over here isn't speeding," Officer Moore said.

"Well, allow me to introduce myself," Chrissy said as she wrapped her arms around Eddie from behind, her hands on his chest. "I'm Chrissy Henderson."

"There's a picture of you with other kids on Chief Hopper's desk," Officer Moore realized.

"Oh, well, that's because Hop's practically my uncle," she said with a grin. "And he would just love to hear about his cops doing their duty. Especially hearing about how they're not making any illegal stops and searches. He so loves hearing all about his cops doing exactly what they're supposed to be doing. He hates having to fire people for incompetence."

"No, I suppose he wouldn't enjoy it," Officer Moore muttered.

"And he'd want you to know that if anyone has a problem with my dear friend Eddie, that he would definitely want to know about it. I would hate to have to tell him about that," Chrissy said. "Gosh, I hope I don't have to do that. He hates when his precious niece gets upset."

"Have a nice day," Officer Moore said and walked away.

They waited until they drove off before they turned to Chrissy. Eddie hugged her tightly.

"Holy shit! That was awesome!" Eddie exclaimed.

"Yeah, I definitely like you," Ronnie said.

"It was no big deal. Seriously though, if any cop bothers you, I'll make sure Hop knows, and he can fire their asses," Chrissy said. "He hates when cops do shit like that."

"I highly doubt that idiot is going to come back after that speech," Eddie said. "I feel like I owe you something. Oh, I could cook for you!"

"Eddie, she deserves to be thanked not to be killed," Ronnie said.

"Oh, ha, ha, Ecker," Eddie rolled his eyes. "I just never bothered to learn to cook. Surely, it can't be that hard."

"It's basically like making a potion sometimes," Chrissy said.

"I never thought about it like that before," Eddie gasped.

"Well, once you drop Ronnie off, maybe we can go to the store, and I can pick some easy starter meals for you to make," Chrissy said. "I can teach you how to cook."

"Good luck with that," Ronnie chuckled.

After dropping off Ronnie, Eddie drove them to the grocery store. Of course, shopping with Eddie wasn't easy. She lost him on multiple occasions, and when they finally did get the things she needed to help him make vegetable soup, he ended up revealing that he had nothing to make it in. The next stop was Melvald's. Chrissy wasn't too surprised to find Hopper in there chatting to Joyce.

"Hiya, Hop, Joyce!" Chrissy greeted with a grin.

"Hey, Chrissy, didn't know you were friends with Junior," Hopper said.

Chrissy looked over at Eddie and she could tell that he didn't care for that nickname.

"I'm not friends with Junior. I am, however, friends with Eddie," Chrissy said.

"What are you up to?" Hopper asked.

"I'm teaching Eddie how to cook," She said brightly and looked at him with mirth in her eyes. "What are you up to, Chief?"

"I stopped by to pick up something," Hopper said.

"I'm sure," Chrissy said with a knowing grin.

"Oh, I think you lost your friend," Joyce said.

"Every time!" Chrissy exclaimed, and then she saw him perusing the aisles.

"How was your first day back from break?" Joyce asked.

"Really good," Chrissy grinned.

"I'm sure it was," Joyce said with a knowing grin of her own.

"I better make sure Eddie's okay," Chrissy said, blushing and pausing. "You should probably keep an eye on one of your officers. Officer Moore."

"What did he do?" Hopper scowled.

"I don't think Eddie wants to make an official complaint or make a big deal out of it. He did stop Eddie without provocation. He wasn't speeding at all, and he kind of threatened to search his vehicle for drugs. It doesn't seem like this was the first time either," Chrissy said. "He seems to have it out for Eddie. I wasn't sure but I thought you ought to know."

"Yeah, I'll look into it. I know Moore has bad blood with Al Munson, but I didn't think he'd go after his kid," Hopper said.

"You don't think he'd make it even more difficult for Eddie because I told you, will he?" Chrissy asked with a frown.

"I will make sure he won't, but in the meantime, maybe you should be riding with Eddie after school and tell me if he does it again," Hopper said, thinking out loud. "Meanwhile, I'll make sure Powell rides with Moore."

"Did you just give me permission to ride with a boy, Hopper?" Chrissy asked teasingly and Joyce laughed.

"No, that is not what I did. You know what, never mind, I shouldn't have asked you do that anyway," Hopper scowled.

"Really, I don't mind," Chrissy said and skipped away. "Me alone. . .in the back of his van. . .anything could happen, Uncle Hop!"

"Chrissy!"

"Didn't you need to pick up something?!" She asked, and she could hear growling followed by the sound of Joyce laughing.

Chrissy knew that as much as he wanted to, he wouldn't do the same thing that Moore was doing, but he was thinking about it. She found Eddie at the back of the store, looking at the kitchen supplies.

"You need to stop wondering off," she said in amusement.

"I figured I would let you catch up with your uncle," Eddie shrugged. "Is that his wife?"

"Practically. She would be if Hopper ever got his head out of his ass," Chrissy said. "Before he knows it, someone else is going to see how great Joyce is."

"Hmm, maybe he's just scared to lose her," Eddie mumbled.

"There's a chance of that happening no matter the situation," Chrissy said. "Why shouldn't he make the most of it while he can?"

"He definitely should," Eddie said with a grin.

Gathering the supplies he needed and a few extra things, Chrissy left with Eddie back to his house. It was a decent looking house, smaller than her own, but it was nice.

"It's a piece of shit," Eddie laughed when Chrissy told him that. "You don't really mean that, do you?"

"Of course, I mean it," she laughed as she set the stuff on his kitchen counter.

"I hope your mom doesn't mind that you spent some of your money on this," Eddie blushed.

"It was my idea, I was happy to help. Besides, not all of it was my allowance. Some of it was when I worked at Benny's Diner," Chrissy said.

"Shit, you did work there. You didn't see. . .?" Eddie trailed off.

"I was supposed to work that evening, and when I arrived, the cops were already there. . . And I saw his body," Chrissy said sadly.

"I'm sorry, I'm guessing you knew him well," Eddie said. "I mean, I knew him too. Sort of. He was a good guy, funny, and generous too."

"Yeah, he was, and yeah, I did. He was amazing, and when I told him I wanted to save up to buy my own car, he was the first one to give me a job," Chrissy said and went quiet for a moment. "It's total bullshit that everyone is still saying he killed himself. He was murdered. Karma got his killer in the end, though. They got killed by a wild animal. . . Benny was supposed to go on a date with my mother that next weekend. . . Sometimes, I can still hear my mother crying about Benny. . . He was so great with Dusty too. . .he would have been a great dad."

The woman had actually got killed by El when they came for her. Chrissy tried not to think about how she was killed, and a part of her felt like she deserved it for what she did to Benny, but it also wasn't her place to judge considering how biased she was. She had been staring at an empty spot on Eddie's counter when she felt his hand slip into hers. He squeezed.

"Sorry," he said softly.

"Yeah, me too," Chrissy said, sniffling. "Anyway, let's get started! Eddie, what - "

Carefully, Eddie pulled her into his arms and hugged her gently. She froze for a moment before relaxing and hugging him tightly, letting the tears escape. Her body shook as she buried her face into his shoulder and cried. Everything had happened so fast that day, and the days after that, Chrissy hadn't really let herself mourn for Benny. Now, she was letting it all in. After crying into his shoulder for a while, she kind of just stayed there. . .not moving and not saying a word as she enjoyed the feeling of his arms around her. Slowly, Chrissy pulled back and wiped her eyes.

"Thanks," she whispered.

After a while, Chrissy managed to get herself together and began instructing Eddie to make vegetable soup. It was pretty simple, and when she told him that she measured by heart, he nearly dumped the entire thing of pepper into the soup.

"You told me to measure by heart," Eddie said.

"Within reason!" Chrissy giggled.

Eddie cackled and hip checked her. When they got the soup boiling onto the stove, Eddie threw his head back as he stirred, laughing madly.

"Yeah, I like this," he said.

"You're crazy," she laughed.

"Says the person who's choosing to hang out with me," Eddie said.

"Well, maybe I'm crazy too," she said and he paused to gaze fondly at her. "Stir the pot, Eddie."

"You look crazy too," Eddie replied.

"I meant, stir the soup in the pot!" She laughed.

Once Eddie managed to successfully make the soup, they sat down at the kitchen to eat it.

"Hey, I didn't do half bad," Eddie grinned.

"You did really good," Chrissy said.

"Well, I couldn't have done it without you," Eddie said with a smile and nudged her foot with his. "Nor would I have wanted to. It's kind of the perfect weather to have soup, you know."

"Yeah," Chrissy said softly.

After they finished eating, they put the leftovers away and started to clean up. Eddie insisted on helping even though he had been the one to cook. Chrissy figured he only wanted to help so he could flick water at her. He's such a menace. After putting the dishes away, Eddie brought her back to his room. They listened to Muddy Waters for a while and other blues music with Eddie telling her all about how he used to dance with his mom. Chrissy could tell by the look in his eyes that he really loved his mother, and even though he lost her when he was really young, he clearly missed her every single day.

He changed the record, and she smiled when she heard Bob Dylan start to play. He danced with her and spun her around the room, her laughter bouncing off the walls with the music. In that moment, it was just them and no one else. And when "Simple Twist of Fate" came on, he pulled her close to him. She knew what the song was about, a man having a moment with a woman, and all it took was him to fall in love with her, but it wasn't destined to work out. Chrissy was determined to have several moments with Eddie, and she hoped they would mean something to him as they did for her. And even though this song was about lost love and heartbreak, she could feel it in her bones that this was their song.

"Eddie?!" A voice from the living room called.

Eddie and Chrissy jumped apart pretty quickly, their faces red. Eddie shut off the music and turned to Chrissy.

"It's my uncle Wayne," Eddie said. "Sometimes, he comes to check on me."

"Aww," Chrissy said.

"Yeah, it's real cute," Eddie said, rolling his eyes.

"I wanna meet him," Chrissy said.

"What? No," Eddie said, and she gave him a look. "Alright, fine, but no asking him stories about baby Eddie."

"You know, I didn't think of that, but that's a good idea," Chrissy said, and Eddie groaned.

"Eddie?" Wayne called and popped his head into the room. "Oh, sorry."

"Hi, I'm Chrissy Henderson," she greeted and held out her hand.

"Wayne Munson," he replied, shaking her hand. "I didn't know Eddie had a girlfriend."

"What?! She's not my girlfriend," Eddie yelped. "I mean, she's my friend, and she just happens to be a girl. Technically, that does make her my girlfriend, but you know, guys and girls can be friends without it being romantic. Look at me and Ronnie except that we're not the same in the way. . .well, it's just different."

Chrissy bit her lip, repressing a giggle, and placed her hand on his shoulder to stop him.

"Eddie," she said and turned to Wayne. "He's my friend. . .for now."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Eddie asked. "Wait, how long were you going to let me go on for?"

"Until it stopped being funny, but that would have gone on forever," Chrissy said and Wayne snorted.

"I like her," Wayne said.

"It's hard not to," Eddie said, rolling his eyes.

"I brought by some food for Eddie, but it seems like there's proper food in there," Wayne said.

"Oh, Eddie made vegetable soup," Chrissy said proudly.

"Eddie cooked?" Wayne asked.

"I had a good instructor," Eddie replied.

"It's really good. You're welcome to have some," Chrissy said. "Maybe you can tell me all about baby Eddie."

"That sounds like a good plan, darlin'," Wayne said.

"No, no, nope! No way!" Eddie said, shaking his head.

"Don't be such a bad host, Eddie," Chrissy mockingly scolded him and Wayne laughed.

"I should tell you about the time I caught him hiding comic books in the freezer," Wayne said as he escorted her to the kitchen.

Eddie begrudgingly followed them to the kitchen and plopped down next to Chrissy after she fixed Wayne a bowl. She could feel Eddie's eyes on hers as Wayne talked about him. She could feel him trying to figure her out, and Chrissy's grin widened, wishing him all the luck in the world. Oh, she forgot to show him her sketchbook. Oh, well, plenty of time for that later.

Chapter Six

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11? 11.

Robin Buckley being a gay disaster! But it all works out. Teeniest, tiniest bit of Steddie being her wingman because I just can't help myself. WC: 1.5k, let me know if a part 2 is in order, I'm more than happy to oblige. CWs: Tiniest implication of homophobia, brief swearing, short mention of bathing in the blood of virgins

After four years, eight plays, three soccer championships, and countless band practices; Robin was finally graduating.

She crossed the stage fairly early, with her head held high and to the cheers of her band friends, soccer friends, friends that saw her through a Russian bunker, and of course her parents. As well as the soft, stifled grin and slow clap of the one girl she could not say one nice word to all four years. Robin smiled back and looked to the floor on the way to her chair.

She let her parents congratulate her and Eddie then sent them on their way, saying Steve offered to drive her back to her party, he hadn’t, but he would anyway. They were both talking, Steve telling her how happy he is that she’s getting out of Hawkins, making her way in the world one PoliSci degree at a time. Eddie came up to tell her the same, also to give all the French girls his number on her semester abroad.

That was until she felt another weight on top of her head. She spun around and had to tilt her head down because of the high heels her mom forced her to wear, which only made both the caps fall off. The other girl caught both of them. “Y/n l/n,” she said it like she was in an old western, coming face to face with her nemesis; at least that’s what Steve and Eddie thought. The rocker whispering to the other that he could almost hear the Ennio Morricone themes rolling now.

“Robin Buckley, I believe this is yours,” she handed the cap back.

“Thank you, you insatiable witch.” Steve was a little taken aback, having never heard Robin talk to someone like that, but the other girl never even flinched.

“I’d much prefer that to being a horrid wench such as yourself.” Eddie was just watching, tagging along for the ride, having seen these interactions for the last 4 years.

“Well, at least I do more with my days then curse people and bathe in the blood of virgins.”

“But I still spare you , couldn’t have your thespian geekiness tainting my bath.” Eddie had to hold Steve, who did not know the definition of the word ‘thespian,’ back from giving this girl a piece of his mind; though Eddie did whisper its actual meaning. “Your friends might not be so lucky. At least they’re not lame and play the stupid trumpet like you,” as their jabs got weaker, so did their voices.

“At least I have friends.”

“I have friends.”

“Not ones you like.”

“That’s not my fault.”

“It has to be somebody’s.”

“Fuck you, Buckley.”

“Well, I’d like you to.”

Everyone’s jaws dropped. No one expected her to say that. Even herself. At least the auditorium was loud enough that no one else heard.

Steve and Eddie took that as their cue to leave.

“Ummm…”

“I should not- I should not have said that. I-um, I’m gonna go-“ she turned to follow Steve and Eddie.

“Wait.” The other girl caught her arm. “Um- I-uh, I’d like to.” She scrunched her face and shook her head. “I mean I-I-I would but, uh, I’d like to take you out.”

“Take me out? You’re a sniper or something now?”

“Can you listen to me? I’m trying to do what I’ve been trying to do since 9th grade.”

“But I’ve wanted to do it since 8th. First come first serve. You should let me do it.”

“No, I already started, don’t interrupt now.”

“Go ahead then.”

“Robin Buckley.”

“Y/n L/n.”

“Will you come see a movie and have dinner with me? Or we can do something else. I know you don’t like loud places. I know this restaurant, very low key, quiet if we go at the right time. Or we could just have a picnic or something?” She was clutching her cap to her chest and Robin was twisting the tassel around in her hands to keep herself from tucking that one piece of hair out of her face.

“You hate the grass, it makes you itchy.”

“I’ll bring a blanket.” They were both talking so softly. Very breathy, stepping closer pretending it was because of the loud gym.

“Bugs,” Robin couldn’t say she entirely believed it was really happening. The biggest crush she’d never told anyone about. Not even Steve, and mostly because she refused to admit it to herself. Probably because it was real and tangible and she was right there that Robin couldn’t believe it could be true.

“I’ll manage,” she’d manage anything for Robin. 4 years of pining, longing, yearning . And hiding it from everyone under the guise of spiteful banter. Now it’s right here, right in front of her. She’ll manage.

“Tomorrow then?” Robin asked.

“Yes. Yeah, absolutely. I’ll bring some stuff, you bring some stuff and I’ll pick you up at 11?”

“Yeah.”

“Ok!” She said a little (a lot) giddy.

“Ok,” Robin said it just the same. “I um, I have to go see my friends but um, yeah tomorrow, 11. I’ll see you then.”

“Bye,” She said it so girl, not girly, just girl. The pitch making it sound like it was three syllables that went up and came back down like a wave pushing to the shore.

“Bye,” Robin didn’t think she said it as pretty as she did. All breathy and light. She thought it was pretty though. She’d hear Robin say ‘bye’ all the time if it meant she got to keep saying hello and hearing that voice.

Robin walked, then skipped and hopped, just a little, back to Steve and Eddie.

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“ God, finally, man. For years I’ve been watching those two dance around each other. Exhausting,” Eddie shoved his cap into Steve’s arms and wiped under his bangs with the back of his hand.

“What are you talking about?”

“Oh you didn’t see the two painfully awkward lesbian mating dance they’ve been doing since they were freshmen? Look at them.” Steve turned his head to see Robin fidgeting with the tassel and the other girl, that he’s just now learning about, gripping her cap like a life raft. “You didn’t notice Robin, the absolute worst artist I’ve ever met, can’t even draw a stick figure, take art for four years, eight semesters in a row, just for her. And you didn’t notice someone else paint every set piece, though she claims musicals are ‘the lowest art form?’ Hmm?”

“Obviously not, Munson, I graduated. But why is this the first I’m hearing about her?”

“Hmm, oblivious much? But my guess is, my astute, professional, love-doctor, hypothesis, is that this was such an important thing to Robin that she didn’t want any outside opinions and it was just too real to mess up.” If Max were here, she’d tell him he’s projecting his own emotions onto a secondary situation. Especially with the way he was looking at Steve, not that he’d know since he was focused on watching Robin, and around Robin; giving her space and making sure no one tried anything with her. “Honestly though, I don’t think she knew herself. Don’t take it too hard, Harrington. Maybe you’ll be more observant the next time someone is so obviously in love. You’ll have a million chances, big boy.” Eddie took the cap back, plopped it on Steve’s head, slung his arm over his shoulders, and planted a fat smacking kiss to his cheek, while they watched Robin walk back over with the biggest, dopiest grin on her face.

“So you finally did it?” Eddie asked her.

“Yeeep, well, she did. Um, we’re having a picnic tomorrow.”

“Do you need me to drive you?”

“No, uh she’s gonna pick me up.”

“Oh, a real gentleman,” Eddie teased and turned them all to the door.

Once they were in the parking lot, they saw y/n across the way. She had taken the gown off which left her in what Robin decided was the most gorgeous dress ever. It was a simple sundress really, perfect for the June heat, covered in flowers, but Robin loved it all the same. Robin caught her eye and she waved with the biggest smile. She said something to her friends then ran over to Robin as fast as she could in her missguided heels. “I couldn’t wait to call you later.”

Steve and Eddie stood on either side of them, blocking them from everyone else’s views so she could take Robin's face in her hands. She didn’t kiss her yet, she was going to wait for that. Just held her, looked at her, thanked whatever god made Robin’s mouth faster than her brain that made all this work out. “11.”

“11.”

I'm doing this to quell my sapphic little heart that's too big for my own good, my last relationship (if you can even call it that) went utterly horribly, like so bad (cus she's straight and I don't like being a guinea pig [not that experimenting is a bad thing, just like, let the person know first y'know?]) Anyway, maybe this will manifest a pretty girl into my heart, because as of now I just keep giving her (the fattest crush I've ever had) random things, like a crow or something.....I'm hopeless

#robin buckley #stranger things #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x you #robin buckley x y/n #robin buckley fluff #robin buckley fanfic #robin buckley fanfiction #dell's fics #robin buckley imagine #robin buckley oneshot #robin buckley blurb #stranger things one shot #eddie munson is alive #protective steve harrington #Lesbians #sapphic

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Small Talk and Mediocre Coffee | Strike Out

Chapter Fifteen | Masterlist | Buy me a coffee

Summary: You recently moved to Storybrooke and began working the morning shift at Granny’s diner. Meanwhile, Killian Jones has been working the night shift on the docks of Storybrooke for years. When his routine gets turned upside down, he begins to understand the simple joy brought by an early cup of coffee, as long as you’re the one pouring it.

Pairing: Killian Jones x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.5K

Extras: Playlist – A playlist for two idiots in love: a gruff outcast who hates coffee but now drinks it every morning because the waitress at the diner keeps smiling at him as they pour it.

Author’s Note: Decided to use my day off to work on a little holiday update for Small Talk and Mediocre Coffee. I'm actually really happy with how this one came out. Happy Holidays friends, I hope this brings you a little bit of joy! Also, I know some of my tags have been acting funky so let me know if they worked this time. Idk if it's just tumblr being weird or something on my end, but I'll try to fix it as best I can.

“You made it!”

You let out a laugh as you’re tackled by a hug from Henry. You’re glad the game hasn’t started yet. After finishing your shift, you moved as quickly as you could to the school in hopes of catching Henry before the game began.

“Of course I did!”

Henry pulls away and moves back to Regina’s side, who he was talking to before you arrived. You’ve met Regina before. She’s not quite a regular at the diner like Killian, Emma, and David, but she has come in a few times with Henry to grab dinner.

“Thank you for coming. Henry was so excited when you said you’d be here. He couldn’t stop talking about it all week.”

Henry’s face flushes as Regina speaks. He immediately crosses his arms over his chest, defiantly.

“I did not!”

Luckily, he’s saved from further embarrassment as his coach calls him over to his team’s bench leaving you and Regina in awkward silence. Every time you’ve interacted with the mayor, Henry has been there to facilitate conversation. You shift on your feet and Regina seems to notice immediately.

“Emma, David, and Mary are already in the stands.”

She motions behind her and you give her a thankful nod before moving in that direction. It seems like the whole town has come out to watch the game today. The stands are packed with familiar faces from the diner who smile at you as you pass by. Eventually, you spot Emma in the crowd. She smiles at you as you make your way over and nudges Killian with her shoulder who is sitting beside her on the edge of the bleachers.

Killian’s dark locks are covered by a light blue baseball cap that perfectly matches the t-shirt he’s wearing. You recognize the logo on both immediately as it’s the mascot for Henry’s team -- the Storybrooke Knights. It’s a stark contrast from his usual dark attire, but you have to admit that it’s undeniably cute how much he supports Henry.

After receiving hugs from David and Mary, Emma slides toward her parents and lets you take a seat between Killian and herself.

“You guys are making me feel left out here!”

You complain to Emma while motioning toward her shirt which has the same suit of armor depicted on Killian’s. Emma lets out a laugh before placing a hand on your shoulder.

“Don’t worry about it, Henry’s just excited you’re able to make it.”

Wordlessly, Killian takes off the baseball cap he was wearing and places it gently on your head. You pull your attention away from Emma and look at him. He’s already looking at you and you attempt to hide the way your face flushes due to the tenderness in Killian’s actions.

“Can’t have anybody thinking you’re rooting for the other team.”

You playfully roll your eyes at the man and bump his shoulder with yours, earning a hearty laugh from Killian in response.

Henry’s team ends up winning by a landslide in their first game of the season and the town is loud with their celebration. Emma invites you and Killian to ice cream, but you both decline, deciding that it’s more of a family affair. She gives you a hug before heading toward Henry and her parents, leaving just you and Killian together. Before you can ask him what he wants to do with the rest of the day, he slugs an arm around your shoulders and pulls you toward the direction of your bench by the docks. You smile and wrap an arm around his waist

You’re both mesmerized by the movement of the crashing waves. Usually, you find yourself at this bench with Killian late in the evening after the sun had already set. You haven’t had a chance to simply bask in the beauty of the ocean, as you’ve been so distracted by the night sky.

The silence between you and Killian is comfortable. You could spend hours just sitting here with him. However, a single thought has been bothering you incessantly over the last couple of days and you know you need to talk to Killian about it before you think yourself to death.

“Killian?”

He hums in response next to you, not even bothering to turn his head. You’ve placed the baseball cap back on his head. A few strands of midnight black locks poke out from the hat, making him look younger than usual. Typically, Killian Jones exudes a gruff and weathered demeanor, but right now, bathed in sunset hues, he seems almost youthful in appearance.

“Can I ask you something?”

Killian turns his head toward you. His features are flooded with concern: brow furrowed and jaw tight. Before speaking, his eyes roam over your face briefly, trying to get a read on you.

“Anything, love.”

“Are you happy?”

Killian’s expression quickly shifts into confusion.

“What?”

You simply repeat your question, ignoring that you can practically hear your heart pounding in your chest. Killian leans back further into the bench as he takes a minute to genuinely think about your question. If Dr. Hopper asked him, Killian already has a bullshit answer ready. He’s good at that -- knowing exactly what to say to appease those around him. It’s a skill he picked up during those years running with Liam and his gang. But he’s not talking to Dr. Hopper or Liam.

No, he’s talking to you. And he won’t bullshit you.

Killian supposes he should be happy. He’s got it pretty good here in Storybrooke -- a paying job and a decent place to call home. There have been times that he’s certainly had it far worse. He still refuses to think back to those lonely nights he spent locked up, wondering if he’d even have a life when he finally got out of there. He knows he should just be thankful for everything he’s been given and earned after his release, even if it isn’t the life he dreamed of when he was a younger man. Still, there is this thought in the back of his head that continues to gnaw at him: is this it? The thought terrifies him to his core; however, if there is one thing that does make him content with the life he’s created, it’s the people who he cares for -- David, Emma, Mary, Henry, little Neal, Herc, you.

So, to answer your question, Killian simply shrugs his shoulders.

“I guess. Nothing to complain about, I suppose.”

You nod at his words. He’s not sure if that’s the answer you wanted, but it’s as truthful as he can be.

“Why do you ask?”

The ghost of a smile pulls at your lips as you think back to the conversation you had with Henry. You decide to take a page out of Henry’s book and be brazen.

“It’s just something Henry said earlier this week. He said that you’ve seemed happier since you met me.”

A smile spreads across Killian’s face as you speak. The boy certainly takes after his grandfather in one way: he can read Killian like a goddamn picture book. Henry may be young, but his intuition is far beyond his years.

“Well, love, the young lad isn’t wrong.”

Your grin widens as a flush creeps up your face. You reach out and place your hand on Killian’s -- your silent way of telling him that you’re happier because of him too. Before you have a chance to pull your hand back, Killian flips his over and laces his fingers with yours. Your face flushes entirely as you look at your intertwined hands. Eventually, you shift your gaze to Killian’s face and find that he is already looking at you. Your breath catches in your throat. No one has ever looked at you with such adoration before. You watch as Killian’s gaze moves from your eyes to your lips. Deciding to continue your sudden boldness, you lean in first. Killian happily takes your lead. You close your eyes in anticipation, but, before Killian can get any closer, his phone begins ringing.

You swear you hear Killian growl as he pulls away from your orbit and pulls his phone out of his pocket. As Killian answers the call, you let out the breath you were holding. You know he’s frustrated -- his tone is short and his jaw is clenched. Without thinking, you intertwine your fingers with his again. His posture immediately relaxes at the sudden physical contact. He turns and gives you an apologetic look. You simply squeeze his hand in response, before letting go as he hangs up. Killian lets out a long sigh before speaking.

“That was Herc. We’re getting a big shipment tonight and they need an extra man at the docks to help out.”

You nod, trying to hide your disappointment; however, it is written all over your face. Killian frowns at the sight.

“I’m sorry I have to go, princess.”

“It’s okay. Herc needs you. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

And with that, just as quick as it began, the moment was gone.

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Craig Tucker x Fem!reader

💌 Craig Tucker is a mother fucker: Chapter 5 💌

Summary: You want to say that it wasn't your fault buuuuuut it kinda was. You didn't think much of it as you casted your joke vote for the "Hottest guy in school" and in hindsight you should never listen to Clyde but it was pretty funny at the time. Craig just wanted a peaceful junior year and you can't blame him for that however waking up the morning after a party, in his bed, being told that you two were dating wasn't exactly your definition of peaceful either.

Notes: I was always too scared of the fandom to post it back in the day but I wrote this before Creek was made canon so let's just say Craig is bi for my sake because I've had a huge crush on him since forever. My S/O pointed out that Craig is just Trafalgar Law but with a guinea pig instead of a polar bear and I haven't been the same since I have a type and it's them.

💌 Word count: 3,047 💌 <= Previous | Chapter 6 =>

You blinked you expected to hit the floor just like that time before, but you didn't. Craig caught you and walked away from the crowd of people before he put you down. "What is your deal and standing on tables? Did you not learn from last time?" You tried to get yourself another drink and he rolls his eyes at you. "Yeah I think it's time to cut you off" Craig said taking the cup from your hands. You tried to reach for it but there was no point you could barely stand and your legs were giving up on you. Maybe dancing on the table wasn't such a good idea after all. You pout at him but he just stares at you, he was not amused. You tried to stand up again struggling until Craig offered you a hand to help you. "(Y/n), you look like you're about to pass out. I think it's time for you to go home." you shook your head "Nu-uh it's time for you to go home. Besides I can't go home. We were supposed to have a sleepover at Bebe's but she went with Clyde somewhere and Weeeeendyyyyy's with Staaaaaaan." Craig dragged you into the kitchen it was clear that he was frustrated as he handed you a bottle of water "I still don't see why YOU can't go home."

You fumbled with the cap for a bit before Craig grabbed it from you "Give me that! God you're so annoying when your drunk." He said the last bit more under his breath than directed at you.

You didn't answer his question though, so he looked you in the eyes and talked patronizingly slow making sure he over enunciated to get the point across. You did not like his tone. "I still don't see how that's preventing you from going home" he opened the bottle and handed it back crossing his arms.

"Well mom" out of spite you took a sip of the water "Wendy and Bebe instructed me to get drunk and told me they'd hold on to my phone and my keys." you also made sure to speak almost too clearly as you took another sip "So I couldn't even if I wanted too" you smiled at Craig as you chugged the rest of the water holding the finished bottle to his face "Happy now?" you grinned as he rolled his eyes "Overjoyed." he motioned for you to follow him as he walked away but you just stood there not really sure how to work your legs. He turned around and groaned "You're coming with me." after you made no effort to follow him he walked back to you and knelt down beside you "Get on" You were oh so very confused but got on his back anyways. Is this what being tall felt like?

"Why? What are we doing?"

"We are going to find Wendy and I don't trust you to walk on your own, knowing you, you'd end up getting lost somehow. So just shut up and enjoy the ride before I change my mind" he sounded tired of your antics but was still deciding to help you? "Aw he cares." You think feeling a little bit giddy.

You wrap your arms around him pointing ahead shouting "Onwardz!" slurring the end of it with a shit eating grin before nuzzling into his neck. Craig was warm and smelled nice you probably could fall asleep like this. You were so relaxed you almost didn't hear him mutter "That's it, I'm going to kill you when you sober up." as he piggybacked you around looking for Wendy.

Eventually he found her talking with Stan who looked surprised as Craig approached. "I thought (Y/n) said you guys weren't dating anymore? Did you guys make up or something?" Stan said mildly slurring his words as he takes a swig from his cup. You held onto Craig a little bit tighter trying to keep it together after remembering what you saw in the hallway earlier. Craig shook his head and sighed, "We never were, let's be clear. Clyde said that Bebe asked me to keep an eye on her before they passed out because Wendy was supposed to be watching her but whatever," he rolled his eyes "(Y/n) said she gave you guys her keys and her phone." Wendy gave an apologetic look. She really did plan on watching over you but then Stan showed up and well you get the point. She dug through her pockets and pulled out your phone. "Sorry, I only have her phone. Bebe has her keys."

You grinned grabbing your phone to take a selfy with Craig who glared at the camera. You thought you both looked cute together. "No, delete that or I drop you" you sighed "Boo, you're no fun" He turns back to Wendy and thanked her before going off to find Bebe. You hugged him a little tighter before loosening your grip slightly before you blacked out.

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You felt comfortable, comfortable enough to fall asleep that was the last thing you remember as you wake up the next morning. Your head kind of hurt but you didn't want to open your eyes. You just cuddled into the blankets more, it felt warm and nice but something seemed off. Slowly opening your eyes you see that you're not in your room or at Bebe's. It seemed familiar, like you've been here before but you couldn't put your finger on it.

Where the heck are you?

You tried to sit up, the key word is tried, something was weighing you down, there was an arm holding you in place. You were in your underwear in bed with someone else. You carefully turned around to see who's bed you were in and you held your breath trying not to make any loud noise. Craig Tucker was sleeping next to you also nearly naked.

WHAT DID DRUNK YOU DO!?

"Okay think (Y/n), what happened last night? Did we fuck Tucker? There's no way right. I mean we both still have clothes on." You tried really hard to remember how you got here you really did but your thoughts were broken when Craig pulled you closer.

He looks so peaceful when he sleeps, you'd hate to admit he was kinda cute. Normally he would be frowning in annoyance or being an asshole so you never really noticed but right now, you can see why so many of the girls voted for him with Clyde's help or otherwise. You wanna touch his face, like is he even real? Maybe this was all a dream. You cup his face and rub your thumb over his cheek, it's really soft and warm. Craig shifts, nuzzling into your hand in his sleep before his eyes slowly open and you quickly retract your hand "Shit" you swear under your breath you didn't mean to wake him in fact you probably should have tried harder to leave.

"Morning" Craig mumbled as he shifted removing his arm from your waist to rub his eyes. He didn't seem bothered by you being there for once, it was kind of awkward "m-morning" you stuttered still trying to figure out what the hell is going on.

"How are you feeling?" Craig just stares at your eyes it's weird you've never really thought that one could give too much eye contact but it felt like he was looking into your soul "I have a slight headache not too unbearable" you take a long pause waiting to see if he'll do anything but he doesn't "How did..." you trailed off it was probably a stupid question "D-did....did we...."

Craig frowns "You don't remember anything from last night do you" he sighs flatly patting your head. Why was he patting your head? "I had a feeling you wouldn't" he shifted to lay on his back looking at the ceiling. You tried your best to remember anything.

"I remember getting my phone from Wendy but that's it." Craig turned to you "Well Bebe had your keys and-"

"Hey Token" you guys ran into Token on the way back into the house "Are Bebe and Clyde still locked away" Craig hopped slightly feeling you start to slide down. You were phasing in and out almost forgetting to hold on. "Yeah why?" Token turns to look at you "Is (Y/n) okay?" you tighten your grip smiling as you press your face against Craig's while he nudges you with his shoulder "She's drunk, Bebe has her Keys and I was told to babysit" Token takes a sip of his drink nods "Ah I see, well good luck with that I think they're still down." you waved Token off as Craig walks upstairs and knocks on Clyde's door "Hey are you guys awake, (Y/n) needs her keys to go home" He paused waiting for a response on the other side of the door but you shake your head "hrmmmmmm, No don't wanna" Craig stopped to pull out his phone to try to call Clyde instead. You both heard it ring on the other side of the door but nothing happened "(Y/n) I don't care if you don't want to go home, you need to go home" He started knocking on the door again already out of ideas.

"Youuuuuuuu should go home" you giggled as you feel Craig getting frustrated "I'm TRYING to go home but I'm stuck here with you." you shrugged "Not eveeeen, just take me home with you." Craig stopped knocking and froze "What?" You cuddled into his neck again.

"Well they're not answering and I can't go home anyways so why don't I go home with you." Craig takes a moment to think about it and smirks at you "Can't wait to hear the rumors on Monday." *

"Then I said fuck it and took you here." Craig finishes with his usual uninterested tone only glancing at you for your reaction "Okay, that all makes sense but why are we half naked." Craig groaned already regretting bringing you over "Of course, you don't remember that either do you?" you tried to think about it a little but still, nothing was jogging your memory "Ah no, I don't." you shake your head at him

"Do you want the short version or the long version cause my throat is killing me."

"I'll take the short version but I might change my answer after you tell me."

"Well the short version is we're dating now." Craig just looks you in the eyes and you think this is the first time you've ever made real eye contact with him. Have his eyes always been this pretty? You thought they were black but when you're this close to him they're more of a navy blue and while you feel like you could stare at his eyes forever, just what the fuck did drunk you do. Craig snaps his fingers in front of your face

"Earth to dumbass"

"Okay yeeeeeeeah, I want the long version." Craig groaned while he ruffled his hair "I need water. This is so stupid." Craig hands you your phone and walks out of the room for a moment muttering "Why did I even agree to this." while you try to put the pieces back together. You try skimming through social media looking for clues. Apparently you danced on another table. Someone posted a video of you. You also found barrage of messages from Bebe.

-Hot blondes in your area-

3:23am- OMG I STILL HAVE YOUR KEYS!!! I'M SOOOO SORRY!!! Please tell me you went home with Wendy.

3:27am- Wendy's saying she's not with you. where'd you go >:?

3:32am- Those rumors tho, you and Craig are tots dating. Rumor has it you guys left together B)

3:35am- Apparently Craig left Clyde some messages. OOOoooOOOOoooOOOo~ scandalous

3:38am- Remember don't do anything I wouldn't do >;)

Oh sweet Jesus the rumors, you're dead Craig's getting ready to kill you. He's going to the kitchen to get a knife to kill you but he said you guys were dating now? You look through your camera roll and find the selfy Craig mentioned earlier. You were supposed to delete that but you didn't. He doesn't have to know you kept it you looked all cute and happy while Craig looked annoyed, it was a good picture of you both. There was also a video of last night that looks like it was filmed at Craig's house.

Craig came back before you actually clicked on the video and he handed you a water bottle and some meds for your headache "Aw so sweet, thanks honey." You more or less mocked him as he sits down at the edge of the bed. He rubs his face "Oh shut up you. Do I really have to explain the long version."

"I mean I would like the long version but if you're not capable, I guess I took a video?" Craig raises an eyebrow at you as you hit play

* It looks like you were about to sleep. Craig was already laying down with his eyes closed as you were trying to get both of you into frame. "Hey just a heads up I know you won't believe him in the morning" Drunk you gestures over to a very tired Craig "But you guys are going to be dating from now on, well fake dat-" Craig put his arm around you dragging you down on the bed "Just go the fuck to sleep." drunk you laughs at this "What already can't stand it-" *

The video ends with Craig reaching over to end the recording cutting you off mid sentence. You turn to Craig even more confused and he grumbles rolling his eyes "Okay fine"

*After you both left the party you were muttering "I was mostly joking, you don't have to. Honestly I thought you would have just left me passed out at the party. You're being so nice right now, you're going to be an asshole again when I wake up aren't you." your head was going a mile a minute you didn't have time to filter what you were saying because couldn't take the fact that Craig didn't answer you. He just kept walking until he got to his house which was only down the street. He unlocked the door and walked inside "My parents are out of town and my sister is at a friend's house this weekend. Can you walk yet?" you nod and he helps you off his back and stretches "You're heavier than you look." He yawns taking off his shoes. Normally you would have some sort of comeback but you couldn't think of anything. You struggled to get you shoes off making sure to take them with you before following him upstairs to his room. "You can sleep here, I guess I'll-"

You cut him off pushing past him to flop on his bed. You lay down like one of those french ladies that people be painting all the time. "You sly dog, there's only one bed" you say as you start to slowly undress wiggling your eyebrows at him. He rolled his eyes at you "I know, that's why I was going to just sleep on the couch-" you cut him off again "But this is your room you should sleep here. I'm small so there should be plenty of room" before he could turn to leave you grab his wrist and pull him on the bed "Do you want me to get you a change of clothes." Craig said looking away from you. What was he even supposed to do in this situation. This is not how he pictured his night when Clyde asked him to come over. You shook your head glancing at your underwear "Nah, I like these they're cute." you see him peek at you before he ruffled his hair rather aggressively letting out a frustrated sigh as he started to disrobe as well "You'd probably freak out tomorrow if you are the only one not wearing clothes." he paused massaging his temples. He pulled back the blanket before laying down "I can hear the rumors now." he looked over at you "This is annoying."

You shifted and fiddled with the blanket "I-I'm sorry, I could leave." you sat up slowly but he grabbed your wrist and forced you back down "Sit your ass down you can stay. I already dug my grave by bringing you here." you looked like you were about to cry, you didn't want to be a burden but here you are. He noticed your eyes were starting to water before he let out another sigh "Fucken alright look, I don't give a shit if people think we're dating. At this point I don't think anyone really believes it considering the rest of the girls keep pestering me. You would think if rumor had it I was already dating someone they'd stop but no, Lola and her fucking gang won't leave me alone."

"So I'm not annoying?" he laughed "Oh no trust me you are but you're at least a part of the friend group I hang out with, it at least makes sense why people would think we're a thing, but fucking Lola? She thinks I'm cheating on her or some shit. I've been turning her down since middle school and she still doesn't catch the fucken hint." you tilt your head trying to make some sort of sense from this "Ever since you started hanging around more she thinks you're her competition and keeps avidly making it a point to get on my last nerves." he pinches the bridge of his nose continuing "Not to mention I get confessed too about 2-3 times a week because of that stupid list shit." You tried to follow along but your brain was all over the place trying to come up with some sort of solution because you were the technical center of the problem? Whatever the case you said the first thing that came to you.

"What if it wasn't just a rumor, like what if we actually started dating? She would have to leave you alone because you're taken right?" Craig blinks at you trying to process what you are saying "Where is this coming from, I thought you sobered up a little?" you shrug "Drunk or not is beside the point. She and, well, the rest of the girls are only bothering you because you're still single right?"

"I guess but-"

"So if we start dating they would back off for sure." you decided that it made perfect sense in your head meanwhile Craig was so confused he was at such a loss for words "Okay but one we hate each other and two didn't you say you have a crush on somebody?" you frown at the last bit thinking of Stan kissing Wendy. A part of you was happy for your friend but another part wanted to curl up and die for even thinking you had a sliver of a chance. "Yeah that crush thing didn't really pan out. Turns out he has a thing for someone else, that's kind of why I was drinking tonight er last night?" you lightly smack your cheeks together to get the thought out of your mind as you continued to ramble. "But I mean keep your friends close and your enemies closer, I'd be doing you a favor and I feel like being in debt to me would drive you crazy." Craig scoffed "Like you could even last long enough to drive me crazy. I bet you couldn't last one day as my girlfriend." you narrowed your eyes raising an eyebrow at him "Oh is that a challenge Tucker? We both know you would run out of patience before I would, that's not even a question. As your girlfriend I bet I can stand this relationship longer than you can."*

"Well shit, I guess we're dating now." you say nonchalantly staring back at Craig "I guess we are." you both took a moment staring at one another not really sure what to do.

"What happens now?" you asked Craig who was already on his phone "What do you mean?"

"Like do we have a back story yet, what do we tell people? How far are we going to sell this?" Craig finally stopped typing and looked up from his phone "The terms were until one of us breaks so," he holds out his hand "Anything goes?" you smile and shake his hand however you don't let go. You twist his hand and kiss it giving him a wink "Anything goes." Craig doesn't miss a beat he pulls your wrist so your face is inches from touching his. With his free hand he cups your cheek. You anticipated a kiss but instead he laughed and licked up the side of your face. He smiles wide and flips you off while you pull away in disgust wiping your face

"Oh, it's on"

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