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softquietsteadylove · 1 year

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Hey :)

If ur still accepting requests, could you something where Thena is on her period and is in a lot of pain (Cramps suck Fr) and Gil comforts her??? You can choose the AU <3

Btw ur entire account literally gives me life lmao 🫶🏼

Thena woke slowly, having drifted off on the couch after using the last of her pain meds. She had sent a message to Kingo to bring her more, though.

There were sounds coming from the kitchen. Panic flooded through her as she looked up and over the back of the couch.

"It's okay," he smiled at her, having sensed her alarm, "it's just me."

Gilgamesh.

Thena relaxed her knee-jerk reaction to reach for a knife. Although she was on high alert in other ways, seeing him at her stove. "What are you doing here?"

Gil turned down the burner on whatever he was cooking and came over to the couch, leaning on the back of it. "How're you feeling?"

"Answer me," she grumbled at him, curling around herself and drawing up the blanket she had thrown over her legs.

"I ran into Kingo while he was out getting some things," Gil answered gently, brushing some hair away from her cheek for her (why she let him was beyond her). "I offered to come and check on you."

Thena made a mental note to fire Kingo before she killed him.

"I've got some cheesy tteokbokki on for you," he smiled at her, leaving the back of the couch only to retrieve a tray from the kitchen and bring it over for her. "Start with this."

Thena frowned as he set the tray on her coffee table, on top of the laptop she had abandoned since cramps had robbed her of the ability to work from home.

He had arranged a glass of gingerale, a fresh dose of midol, a few crackers and cheese and even a few pieces of white chocolate (her favourite). There was even a tiny little vase with a budding lily in it.

Thena looked from the tray to the eager and hopeful face of the Tyrant King. She was still curled up around herself, and not just because of the cramps in her abdomen. "Why?"

His smile fell, and she hated to admit that it made her feel so bad she was willing to do anything to undo it. He corrected his expression, though, letting his smile become smaller but softer. "I'm your boyfriend, Ice. So I'm here to do boyfriend things, like comfort you when you're having a rough period."

She was a grown woman. She had no reason to be embarrassed about a perfectly natural function of her body. But she had never intended on letting him witness it firsthand.

She hadn't showered yet, she was sure she was pale as a ghost with messy hair and cold sweat on her skin. And that was to say nothing of the fact that instead of her usual silk nightdress she was in fuzzy sweatpants and an old hoodie.

Thena picked her head up off the throw pillow and gave him a withering glare, "my boyfriend, are you?"

"Well, let's go with that for now," he chuckled, putting his hand on her shoulder to steady him as he leaned over to kiss her cheek before returning to the kitchen.

She eyed the fresh ink of his ring tattoo as he moved.

"Your cup is still in its pot here, too--I just moved it."

Right, she had been boiling her menstrual cup while she had texted Kingo for supplies. This was exactly what she meant about Gil not having to be here doing all this for her. They were...something--she had thought to maybe call them an ongoing affair. But apparently he was her boyfriend.

That didn't mean she wanted him handling the pot that had a silicone cup she put in her-

Thena groaned, leaning her head back against her throw pillow again.

"Take your drugs, Princess. I'll bring lunch over in a sec."

She pursed her lips as she eyed the lovingly arranged platter he had brought her. She could hear him humming to himself in the kitchen behind her. It was so...domestic. She turned herself as best she could, keeping her blanket over her lap as she leaned just enough to reach the midol and the gingerale (and a piece of chocolate).

"Here we go," Gil narrated as he came over with a sizzling claypot in its holder. He walked over briskly with it, setting it down next to the other platter and sitting beside her. He turned to her with a grin, "want me to feed it to you?"

"Absolutely not."

"Aw, come on, Sweetness," he laughed as he stirred around the steaming hot rice cakes in their red sauce. "It'll be like the old days in the poison ward."

Was that what constituted 'the good old days' for them?

"I can feed myself," she huffed, although when he leaned out of her way, she realised just how far away the nice hot bowl really was.

"Here," he smiled, picking up the utensils and using the chopsticks to pile a few into a larger spoon as kind of an in-between serving vessel. He handed both over to her, "take your time."

Thena sighed, taking a few and blowing on them before eating them. She knew very well he made the best tteokbokki. He was quite a sufficient home cook, but something about how he made the sauce for the rice cakes--how he got them to the absolute perfect consistency for her every time. It never failed.

Gil rubbed her back as she slurped back a few more. "You could have told me, y'know."

Thena sighed between bites. She didn't have to answer him. If she didn't, he probably wouldn't pester her with it, given her current mood. She handed the spoon back so he could pick up a few more for her. "It's...personal."

He gave her a look. "Baby, I gave you a sponge bath while you were in the hospital. You think I can't handle your period?"

She glared at him; he didn't have to bring that up. "Not the point."

He let it go, handing back another few tteokbokki with stretchy, oozy cheese on them.

"Just," she said just before taking a bite, using the time chewing to collect her thoughts. She sighed through her nose, her shoulders sinking. She gulped. "Just...let me be a mess on my own."

"A mess?" he asked in a tone that was so disbelieving it was a little snarky. But surely he knew better than to be snarky with her when she was in a foul mood; she glared at him again. But he laughed, "you think you can hide how beautiful you are?"

Thena stared down at the tteokbokki she was holding. She was piled under comfy clothes and blankets and a fuzzy warmer stuffed inside the pocket of her hoodie. Her back hurt, she hadn't even washed her face that morning, let alone brushed her hair or checked what she smelled like.

Gil blinked as she handed back the utensils without having finished her last bite. "Sweetness?"

"Stop it," she grumbled, pressing her face into her hands, including the tears that were threatening more and more seriously to spill over. "Stop...being sweet."

Gil smiled as the problem was stated. He set the food aside, moving closer so he could pulled her into his lap. She growled at him a little but he nestled her head under his chin, "I don't think that's something a good boyfriend does."

Thena pressed her face into his shirt. He smelled like his office, even in his casual clothes. He smelled like gojuchang and gojugaru and aromatics.

Gil let her bury her face in his chest, her hand sliding up to join it, sitting over his heart, like it always did. "I'm right here, Thena. I'm not going anywhere."

She inhaled the mix of scents on him, letting it relax her like lavender in a bath. "Lunch."

"I'll save it for you, heat it up later," he promised, whispering as he ran his fingers through her hair. "I'll run you a hot bath, we can have a nice relaxing dinner. What do you think, Ice?"

"Hm," she mumbled, already on the verge of falling asleep again. The night had been fitful at best, and something about how warm he was always made her want to nod off. "Tell Kingo he's fired."

Gil laughed, although it wasn't the belly deep laugh he sometimes had. He was careful not to jostle her in his arms. "I think you should tell him that yourself."

She whined faintly, burying her face in his chest completely again, "later."

"Later," Gil agreed, kissing the top of her head as he supported her back with his arm and rubbed her shoulder. "Take your time."

#Ice Queen/Tyrant King AU #so I googled it...and you can have a period after you get your tubes tied #which I don't know why it surprised me #but anyway #cramps DO suck fr #and I am always taking requests my love so don't be shy!!!#you're so sweet #and yeah Thena is the flawless and untouchable Ice Queen #but let's face it we can't be polished all the time #she just didn't want him to know that #and she's self-conscious about it #but Gil takes one look at her #dry hair and pale and grumpy and thinks #she has never been more beautiful #he thinks she's so cute all bundled up and growly #he lets her nap #runs her a bath and everything #he offers to carry her and lower her into it but she's like no absolutely not nope #but he does ask if she wants him to set out fresh jammies for her #and she very quietly opens the door just a bit and holds out her hand #“shirt”#Gil tears it off his back and hands it over #god he loves this woman

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prince-y · 2 years

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Okay I absolutely love your work!!!

Can I request Tanaka Ryuunosuke that cheats on male reader? And he feels guilty so he calls them to confess about it but the reader is with Nishinoya?

Ive had this idea for a while and have been looking for someone to write it 😭

(Thank you<3 Tell me if this isn't what you had in mind)

Tanaka x Male!Reader

「Break up」

(Angst)

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"Whaaat! No it's definitely Mary!" Nishinoya argued as him and [Name] watched a mystery movie. The other boy shook his head. "I'm 100 percent sure it's Harold" He countered and Noya scoffed, continuing to watch.

Suddenly, [Name]'s phone rang and he groaned, checking who it was. Nishinoya paused the movie as they both saw it was Tanaka, saved as "Ryu<3".

"Yeah?" [Name] answered the call with a happy voice, making Nishiniya roll his eyes playfully. "Ah, hey, can we talk?" Tanaka responded on the other end, the shake in his voice making his boyfriend worry.

He kept quiet for a moment, looking at Nishinoya with a worried expression, mouthing "One sec", before leaving the room.

"What's up Ryu?" [Name] asked now, calmer, quieter. There was a loud exhale, a sigh, on Tanaka's sighed and [Name] kept quiet for the other to say something.

There was the sound of someone clearing his throat, most definitely Tanaka. Then shuffling. Silence again. Finally he started talking.

"I cheated on you".

The words hit [Name] like a literal punch in the face. He gaped, staring at the door that separated him from Nishinoya in pure terror.

There was silence, not a comfortable one. It was telling, the shake in Tanaka's voice made [Name] aware of his guilt, but that didn't really change much.

"I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have done that. I know. There's no excuse and I won't lie." He started explaining, while [Name] kneeled onto the floor, listening patiently, "It was a girl I've been friends with since a long time. I realised that my feelings for you may not be that deep, because it happened so easily and... Again, I'm really sorry".

Without noticing, some tears had blurred [Name]'s vision, his hand tightly gripping onto the phone and the other covering his mouth in disbelief.

"We should break up", Tanaka said after another moment of silence and [Name] couldn't answer. He could open his mouth, too scared he'd start sobbing out loud.

Ryuunosuke was patient, he waited silently for [Name] to calm a little so he could talk. "Okay" The word came out of his mouth breathy, quiet, "Yeah, yeah, we should. And Tanaka..".

The male on the other end gave a guilty hum, but [Name] smiled slightly, sighing shakily. "Thank you for telling me the truth" Was everything before he hung up, staying where he was on the floor for a moment, head lowered.

Suddenly he heard shuffling from behind the door and it opened, [Name] didn't look up to see who it was and Nishinoya didn't ask what happened. The short male simply kneeled down in front of him with a worried smile, extending his arms slightly to offer him a hug and [Name] appreciated it. The way the shorter male didn't just hug him, but asked for permission.

[Name] nodded weakly, let his phone fall to the side and hug the other, feeling Nishinoya wrap his arms around him as well.

It was silent for a good few minutes, sobbing was heard, quiet. Noya didn't ask anything, caressing [Name]'s back soothingly and occasionally giving a small "shh". The usually loud, impatient and energetic boy was silently waiting for him to calm down.

After that finally happened, [Name] sighed, pulling away with a kind smile, brushing away tears and drying his cheeks. "Thank you" He muttered, voice hoarse and audibly disappointed.

"Tanaka cheated. We broke up, like it was nothing.." He explained, barely able to open his mouth again before Nishinoya started talking. "What?! He cheated on you?" He asked in a clearly annoyed tone, expression visibly pissed off and [Name] nodded.

He wasn't going to defend Tanaka, say he at least said the truth, even if he did tell him, it was wrong and Tanaka definitely knee that himself. "I'm angry and I'm sad, but don't be too cruel on him now" [Name] said with a disappointed smile and Nishinoya huffed annoyed.

Before he could react, he was pulled into another hug.

"He doesn't deserve you, seriously. But at least he didn't keep it from you, that idiot" Noya complained quietly, making [Name] smile more genuinely.

He was glad that he could be sure to always have people by his side to cheer him up, even without a boyfriend.

"[Name], wanna go binge season 5?"

"Hell yeah."

This is short, I think, but I hope you like the angst with comfort thing going on

Also, I recovered from covid y'all, like a badass

#tanaka x male reader #tanaka ryuunosuke #tanaka ryuunosuke x male reader #angst #tanaka angst #haikyuu x male reader #angst with comfort #nishinoya is great #x male reader #male reader insert #haikyuu #haikyuu nishinoya #nishinoya yuu #haikyuu tanaka

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howl-fantasies · 2 years

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A/N - I needed FLUFF. Sickening fluff. So sweet my eyes would puke cotton candy, glitters and marshmallows. 🍭🍬🤯

GOTHAM - IN A SECURED HIDEOUT - 4AM

The door closed in a muffled *thud* and a series of locks followed. She grunted a bit when she had to lift her arm to activate the last one, on the top corner of the door.

That night was absolute shit. For starters, she had to go in a hurry on a mission when Oswald messed with some mobsters in town. The brand new Godfather of the city wasn't Falcone, at all. He was impulsive, reckless, and threw a massive tantrum when he demanded her to annihilate some ex-allies of Carmine who refused to kiss the ring and tried to kill him.

"Dude, I'm not your angry killing dog you know, Vic is. I'm like a consultant here" She had told him. He didn't appreciate that much and she couldn't remember the number of "harlot" he shouted after that.

But between his fury, the harlots and a few crystal ornaments broken, she was able to understand that Victor wasn't aviable, he also had shooting to do in the opposite side of the city. He didn't even have the time to send a text, since Oswald also decided that in a sec and send him.

He was yelling so hard, Y/N admitted she had contemplated the idea of ripping off his vocal cords. But a buzz in her pocket and a quick text from Victor asking for her help on whatever Oswald was gonna ask had made her weak.

AH! Seeing her bleeding shoulder, she should have told Penguin to fuck off. The guys she was supposed to annihilate had a lot of ressources and, fuck her, called Wendell as their own assassin. The dickhead was pretty talented when he wanted to. Fortunately, she dodge just in time for his bullet to pierce said shoulder instead of her heart and succeeded to blow their hideout as well as the main foes Penguin wanted dead. The rest were nothing to worry about. And Wendell just took his fucking leave after he enjoyed piercing her freaking skin. The bastard!

Y/N grunt again and thrown her key on the black and white furniture in her hall, before walking in the kitchen where she found Victor frowning and staring at an invisible point though the window. Of course he would know that she was injured. The stalker knew everything even before she tells him.

In front of him, she could saw his dismantled guns he might just have finished to clean. Truth be told, she was indirectly angry at him too, because her deep infatuation with the man made her act like Carmine that time with Liza, like a fool.

She knew it was going to be a carnage and the non prepared assault against the mobster gave them an advantage. But Penguin wanted revenge, and he wanted it now. Fuck him. And fuck Victor too.

She didn't say anything and just opened the fridge to take a bottle of white wine, smashed it close and treat herself while still ignoring Zsasz. He knew she was mad. And he also knew how an irritable Y/N could be, so he was in high alert right now.

After all, the woman already initiated a shooting once, for some canned peaches. She could frankly be a little extreme at times... And her silences was even more dangerous.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He flatly asked still looking outside. "Vic. Not now." She instantly answered with a hollow tone. Ah. She was beyond mad. Maybe beyond furious now. A side glance in her direction showed her pouring wine in her glass again.

She was trying to ease her nerves to not snap at him and he appreciated the effort. She was also processing what happened tonight and how things went south. He could tell by the fingers drumming rhythmically on her glass.

In the tensed silence, he had to look at the floor when regular *plic* *plic* *plic* caught his ears. "You are bleeding on the floor sweetness" he sighed. Her lack of reaction and the fact that she sill was drumming without even acknowledging his voice was a good clue for him.

Again, she was zoning out. So deep into her analysis and schemes that the world could split in half just in front of her and she wouldn't even notice. He blinked and decided to move.

First, he gently took her glass and put in on the counter. Then, carefully, he turned her to look at the damages, opening her shirt swiftly. She didn't even winced when he had to pull a little on the fabric sticked on her wound.

He guided her without a word and lifted her by the waist to make her seat on counter of the bar in the middle of the kitchen. She was now looking through the window as he did a few minutes ago.

He opened the cupboard under the sink and grabbed a first aid kit, then came back in front of her, between her thighs. One look on the wound showed the bullet came out. Good. He wouldn't have to plonge his knife inside the flesh to find it. Not that he minded that much, but with her, knife play was more fun in a bed with both of them naked.

While he was stitching her shoulder and glancing regularly at her in case of discomfort, she blinked then plunge her eyes in his. She finally was back. Zsasz stopped his task to wait patiently for her to speak.

"I hate Penguin. He's a clever thing when he wants to and sometimes can be endearing. But his impulsiveness and petty personality are dangerous. And if I was 100% ok with taking a bullet for Carmine, that's not the case with him." She muttered calmly.

Victor nodded slowly. He knew what Y/N thought about Cobblepot and he was thinking the same at this very moment. Like her, he also was totally devoted to Falcone and highly respected him. But his loyalty wasn't exactly the same with Penguin.

And seeing how the new godfather didn't hesitate to send his woman on a suicide mission without considering her reasoning infuriated him greatly. He knew Y/N, he knew she had told Oswald to wait before making a move and he didn't care. He was ready to waste a great asset just to ease his nerves. And that was highly stupid, as well as unprofessional.

He continued his stitching with now a hard frown on his face, which softened a bit when he felt her cheek on his shoulders and caught her gaze before she looked at his work.

"Who shot you?" He finally asked after cutting the string and disinfecting the wound. She grunt a bit. "Head fucking hunter. He worked for the bastards and took his chance when I was focusing on two bloody giants shooting at me."

He hummed. Note to his self, put some lead in Wendell body asap. Yes it was business, but he knew the bastard also did it because his girl and him have some strong enmity between them.

"There", he said after he finished her bandage. She nodded once against his shoulder and pecked his neck while passing her arms around his torso and her legs around his waist.

It was rare for her to take the initiative to casually hug him, so he let her and even indulge her by hugging back and massaging her scalp. "It's the last time I do something like that, Victor" She warned him after a moment.

He knew what she meant. It was the last time she plunge into a dangerous mission with no chance of success just because he asked her to listen to Cobblepot. He understood and hummed a bit. He would never tell her but he currently felt guilty about it, as well as he had a strong resentment against his current boss.

When he looked at her again, his dark pools found hers, as sharp as ever, but also incredibly tired. He smirked a bit under her intense stare and raised a questioning brow.

She blink and frowned a bit before answering coldy. "I am a fool."

He kept is blank face a while, after her words. But a smirked finally started to bloom on his face and he wasn't exactly capable of stopping it.

So, to hide it as well as he could, he kissed her forehead, then leaned his head until brushing their lips. "Yeah. Me too." He whispered a bit mischievously then kiss her deeply.

#gotham imagine #gotham #gotham x reader #victor zsasz #victor zsasz imagine #victor zsasz x reader #gotham fox #gotham fic #gotham fandom #gotham fanfiction

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marchtothefuckingsea · 2 years

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Ace Of Clubs: Chapter III - The Criminology Student

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Word Count: 1.7k

Chapter Warnings: Canon violence. Not proofread.

He sang a sweet song in tones so full and soft that no human ear could resist them, nor fathom their origin…

Recap:

"'A Hässlichen is a troll-like wesen. They seem to make up the majority of the reapers.' Huh." I read under my breath. I had never noticed, or paid any attention to, that piece of text.

What were they hinting at?

"Nick?" I answered my phone after several rings.

"Ace, you're on speaker."

"Uh what's going on, who's there?" I asked sleepily.

"Do you know of a wesen that eats toads?" Nick inquired.

"Huh?"

"He had horns and a goatee, a literal goatee, he looked like a goat." Monroe added in the background.

"We believe he was doing something to persuade the jury. The toads, we're not sure about yet but-"

"Wait. Wait yeah I think I do. Wait a sec-" I cut him off, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed and stumbling across the room, still half asleep. I pulled a book out of a stack I had on the coffee table, fumbling through the pages.

"I think the toads give them the power or chemicals or something to produce the pheromones…" I mumbled as I flipped through the book.

"Ziegevolk. Yeah, I do know of them. He had horns that looked like a goats', right? Pointed ears?"

"A Ziegevolk, man I should've known that." I heard Monroe say in the background, exasperated. "I think so, he only woged for a second."

"That sounds familiar, I might have something for that." I heard a female voice say faintly. "You said they produce pheromones?" The voice grew louder.

"Yeah. If you can find something that will block him from making them..Wait. I think I have an idea." My eyes scanned the pages, focusing on the paragraph that described how they released the pheromones through their sweat glands. "They release the pheromones through their sweat glands. If you could come up with something possibly like a deodorant or something, and find a way to get it on his skin. Most likely the palms of his hands, I think that's mostly where it comes from-"

"Got it." The voice replied.

"Thanks Ace." Nick said suddenly.

"Yeah, anytime. What's going on?"

"Rosalee is on jury duty for a murder case that happened a few months ago. The Ziegevolk in question is the lawyer of the defendant. The murderer."

"Sheesh. Anything I can do?"

"Not right now. I'll let you know if we need you, unless you want to come down and check the spice shop." He said teasingly.

"I know you're just joking, but actually I do." I replied in amusement. "What's the address?"

"402 NW Fulton Street." He replied.

I smiled. "Thanks, I'll be right there."

The bell chimed as I entered, a smile appearing on my face when I saw Nick, Hank and Monroe. A woman appeared to be busy mixing something, who I guessed was the Rosalee I had been speaking to over the phone. She looked up at me and I gave her a little wave.

"You're.."

"Ace."

"Hello. Nick tells me you're a grimm?"

"I guess now that the word's out, yeah." I laughed awkwardly. I wasn't used to being recognized as a grimm, at least, not until they woged and tried to kill me. "And you're.." I trailed off. She didn't answer, and I immediately backpedaled. "Sorry. that was rude-"

"No, no it wasn't." She reassured me, setting the mortar and pestle down. She woged, copper fur appearing on her face and her eyes turning golden.

"Fuchsbau. You're adorable, sorry if that's weird." I half laughed. She shook her head and smiled, stealing a glance at Monroe before turning back to her work. "So what did you decide to do?"

"I've made a mixture we can inject into the toad he eats. He can't produce those pheromones without a toad, at least not enough to be that persuasive. The deodorant idea was great, but this should stop him from producing them at all."

"Like, permanently?"

"Yes." She said with a satisfied smile on her face.

"He's never going to help those sons of bitches run free again." I grinned.

I stood behind Nick and Hank as they knocked on the Ziegevolk's hotel room door the following day. The problem of actually getting ahold of the toads had come up, but Nick had reassured me they had it 'worked out'. I was skeptical.

They had waited until the last minute to tell me the plan, obviously knowing I would be against it.

"So what's the plan?" I had asked from the backseat of the police cruiser. Nick and Hank shared a glance, before they both stepped out. I followed, walking behind them anxiously. "Guys?"

"We're going to question him, get him to describe the attack from yesterday. While he's distracted, Monroe goes in, finds the toad, injects the potion into it, and we leave." Nick said briskly.

"That's your plan?"

"Do you have a better one?"

"Not really but…do you know how risky this is?"

"Yeah. We don't have any other option. The jury decides today." Nick argued.

"Besides " Hank interjected. "If he, for some freak reason, notices Monroe, then we fake detain him." I sighed in frustration. "Worst case scenario." He added.

"That's reassuring."

The door opened. "Can I help you?" The lawyer asked.

"I'm Detective Burkhardt and this is Detective Griffin, do you have a moment?"

"Who's that?" The man asked, nodded his head over to me.

"They're a criminology student." Seemed like that was our cover story for now.

"What do you need?"

"We're here to question you about the attack last night. Can we come in?"

"It wasn't that big of a deal..Look, I have a court case in less than an hour, I'm pretty short on time-"

"It won't take that long." Hank insisted.

"Fine. 10 minutes, that's all I can spare." He caved.

"Thank you." I followed the detectives into the hotel room, leaving the door slightly ajar as we had discussed.

"Now, could you tell us around what time the attack took place and where?" Nick inquired.

"It was around 9pm. Here, just outside of the hotel, around the side. Not by the front door." Monroe crept into the door, walking carefully down the hall and disappearing into the first room. "Don't you know this already?"

"I just want to double check it with you. Could you describe the perpetrator?"

"It was dark, I didn't see him too well. He was a few inches taller than you, that's all I have." Moments later, a toad hopped out into the hall, Monroe on his hands and knees trying to catch it. I clenched my jaw, desperately trying to suppress a laugh at the sight. Instead I turned my head as if i were looking around the room.

"Is that all you need from me? I really have to get to this hearing-"

"Wait. Do you think you could identify the man from this security footage photo?"

"It's really not important-"

"We can't have someone running around the streets attacking people. Just a quick glance." The man huffed in irritation, looking at the photo Nick held out for him. At the same time, Monroe dove for the toad, finally catching it in his fists and jogging back to the room.

"I really have no idea. This is very important, if we could talk about this another time, I would be more than happy to." Monroe all but ran out of the room and down the hall, holding his hand up in a thumbs up gesture before ducking out of the hotel room.

"Alright." Nick agreed. "This is my card, if you remember anything, just give me a call."

"Right, right. Have a good day, detective." The man shrugged on his jacket before rounding the corner into the same room Monroe had just been in.

As soon as we made it to the end of the hall, I breathed out a sigh before bursting into laughter. Monroe gave me a deadpan look.

"A Blutbad chasing after a goddamned frog." I wheezed out. "What a sight." He huffed.

"I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but we might have a small problem." Monroe suddenly said.

Nick gave me a sideways glance, shutting me up.

"He had two toads!" He blurted out.

"So what did you do?"

"I picked one and injected it, what else was I supposed to do??"

"Well…let's just hope he picks the right toad."

"Dude, how long is this going to take?" Monroe fretted, pacing back and forth in the hall.

"It's usually pretty quick if they decide innocent, but if they decide guilty it takes a long time. Consider it a good sign." Hank explained.

"Monroe." I said, cutting him off from his pacing. "You picked the right one."

"And if I didn’t?"

"It's not your fault. We had no idea." I reassured him. "But I know you picked the right one."

"The jury has reached a verdict."

Rosalee stood with a paper in her hands.

"I picked the wrong one, god I picked the wrong one-" Monroe muttered.

"The defendant has been found guilty." She declared. The defendant suddenly stood up, shouting angrily at his lawyer. The lawyer, who I just learned was called Barry Kellogg, looked just as surprised, staring at his hands in confusion before storming off.

"What did I say?" I grinned. He laughed in disbelief as we exited the courtroom.

Small cheers were shared throughout our group, the Ziegevolk glaring at us as he passed us in the hall. When we reached the parking lot, I split off from them with a small wave.

"It was nice meeting you Rosalee!"

"You too!" She waved back, arm linked with Monroe's.

I reclined back in the seat of my new (to me) car, a sigh of contentment leaving my lungs. It felt good, to finally get to stick around somewhere. To finally get to know people and not be on the run. I hadn't known it while I was constantly moving - or maybe I had, in the back of my mind - but this was something I had craved almost constantly for that portion of my life. I was finally starting to feel normal.

I could get used to this, I thought as I drove home.

When I got out of the car, a strange feeling made my chest tighten, but I ignored it.

The feeling only grew as I climbed the stairs to my apartment. I suddenly felt sick. It intensified when I reached the door. I twisted the doorknob to check if it was locked, and the door creaked open.

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sirenreading · 3 years

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Snowed In (Final) 4/4

pairing : Frankie Morales x f!reader (bodyguard AU)

summary : Your father, a well known Judge, Wants to send you away during a trial that involves the mob. He'd decided to get you a bodyguard, and sent the two of you off on a trip to your family cabin out in the mountains, alone, for at least a few months.

word count : 3.5k+

warning : angst , yearning ,soft!frankie ,happy ending. let me know if i missed anything

A/N : tumblr is being dumb lately with tags and notifications so hopefully the ppl tagged see this. anyways yay part 4 the final <3

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That night you slept through the whole night, Frankie laid in bed next to you, caressing your leg with one hand, his gun, with the silencer attached in the other. If someone were to have followed or tracked them again, He would be ready this time.

His warm hand ran down your naked leg, the blinds to the window peaked in very little light, but he could see the headlights of passing cars. The blizzard was at its calmest, it was safe to drive again, hopefully, the cell service was working again..

Frankie looked over at your sleeping form, Your soft breathing, He took a second to think about what your next moves should be, calling your father, or just running off with you into hiding...He heard his phone ring in his duffle, slowly getting up and looking at the caller id, It was your father.

Frankie cleared his throat, thinking of what he was going to say, before answering.

“Sir-”

“You listen here, Morales. Where is my daughter?” Your father’s voice screamed through the phone. Frankie looked back making sure you were still asleep, Taking the phone call into the hallway.

“Sir she's safe. Last night some guys who work for the mob broke in, I got her out of there alright. I wouldn't let anything happen to her.”

He could hear your father’s deep sigh over the phone, “Where are you two? I'll send a car to pick you up and bring you to the airport safely.”

`We’re at the Star Inn, a couple miles down from the mountains. The first place I saw, I needed to get her cleaned up because- '' His breath caught in his throat and he thought of all your bruises and the scar down your back.

“They’ll be there by the end of the day, just stay on high alert. I saw the camera footage from outside the house, These men are trained to kill.”

“Well...so am I.” Frankie hung up the phone and sat beside you once more, Thinking of what to say when you woke up.

***

You woke up sometime after, feeling Frankie’s part of the bed only to feel the warmth of his body but nothing there. You sat upon your elbows to see him hunched over the edge of the bed. Head in his hands.

“Frankie?” He turned. You scooted to the end of the bed, planting a wet kiss on his shoulder, “Francisco what's going on? Are you okay?”

“Your father called.” You opened your eyes wide, At least the cell phones were working again..

“He’s sending some men up to take you back home.”

“And what about you?”

Frankie was silent, not knowing how to respond. He didn't want to lie, but you were too stubborn for the truth.

“I’ll be right there with you the whole time.”

“Good. Because I'm not leaving without you.” You took his lips into a kiss, he was hesitant but kissed back. Frankie nodded, Pulling your face into his.

“I need you right now.” He said as he climbed over you, both of you still on the edge of the bed.

I just need you one last time.

*****

In the later hours of the day, There was a knock at the door, Frankie hurried to pull on his hands, still wet with small amounts of blood. You still laid in bed, the blankets covered your naked body. Frankie ran over to you shaking you awake. You realized what was happening and rushed to the bathroom, As Frankie opened the door and was greeted by some of the men sent by your dad.

“Uh, she’s finishing up in the bathroom, give her a sec.”

The men looked behind Frankie noticing the state of the sheets and blanket on the bed, Frankie just to brush off the look they gave him as you walked out of the bathroom looking presentable.

They escorted you both to separate cars that sat in the parking lot.

“Why do we have to travel separately?” You asked confused when you saw them pulling Frankie into the other vehicle.

“Safety miss.” You blinked and nodded knowing the reason was bullshit but carried on.

“I’ll see you when we get to the safe house,” Frankie reassured you before getting in after the guards.

The other guards backed into the car, grabbing you in with them as you started what seemed like a 5-hour car ride down the mountains.

The snow still falling against the now still dark night sky, once you've finally made it down from the mountains, The guards drive you to the airport. There in front of the jet stood your older brother, Who’d stayed behind with your father, during the trails.

“Baby sister!” You ran into your brother's arms with a hug. Wincing as his hands touched the still fresh scar on your back.

“You alright?”

“I'll live.”

Frankie had already boarded the jet, his cap over his eyes as he held the duffle bag that was taken from the house.

“We’ve already sent people to retrieve the rest of your things, Mr. Morales. They’ll be sent to your home.”

Frankie nodded, still not speaking, you walked over to sit next to him before your brother stopped you. “Where are you going?”

“To sit next to Frankie…”

“The same Frankie you were whining about just a few weeks ago?” He laughed and you continued sitting next to him, brushing your hand against his.

“Is something wrong?” you said lowly looking down at his hands as he played with his fingers.

His eyes finally met yours. “Nothing at all Princess.”He tried not to choke out, his voice felt sore.

The plane ride from New York was dreadful, By the time you’d landed you’d passed out.

Your brother offered to be the one to carry you out, But Frankie handled it. Using the excuse that you were still his job. You woke up on the ride to your family's estate, Your head on your brother's shoulder, you looked around for Frankie, relaxing when you saw him in the front seat.

Frankie could feel your eyes piercing from behind him, he didn't dare turn to look at you.

The car made a stop in front of the grates of your estate. They opened and the first thing you saw as you drove in was your father standing here in front of the house, multi guards and police officers with him.

As soon as the car came to a complete stop you rushed out, Hugging your father, Your brother and Frankie were not far behind. You opened your eyes to see your mother, Linda, coming towards you. You’d had an idea that she was called but not that she would be here.

“Mommy.”

“Oh my baby, I'm glad you're safe.” She kissed into your hair, bringing you inside, You gave one last look to Frankie as your brother and father pulled him into the house towards your father's office.

****

You sat shirtless in your bathroom, Your mother further cleaned the wound on your back.

“I can't believe your father, I told him not to take this case. You could've been killed.” your mother lectured you as she bandaged you up.

“Mother I'm fine, Frankie and I are fine, he kept me safe.”

“You seem to really care for this fella your dad hired, What's going on between you two?”

You were silent, you really didn't know what to respond with, What was going on? You have feelings for him and you two had sex, twice. That's all, Even if you wanted more you didn't know what Frankie wanted.

*****

Frankie sat in front of your father's desk, Your father and brother having a conversion unknown to Frankie, he tried to think of different ways to tell your father of his feelings for you.

Just to be honest he won't be mad..Sure it was my job to protect her not screw her but she's an adult she can make her own choices. Tell your father he’d fallen in love with you, And that he wanted to be with you.

Your father walked back into the office, a whole new look on his face, it seemed he’d been granted some new information.

“My son tells me, '' You've been sleeping with my daughter.” Well, that cat's out of the bag.

“Sir...I never intended for this to happen, it just did.”

Your dad gave him a smirk. “Funny, I said the same thing when I got their mom pregnant.” He chuckled before slamming his hand down on his desk, papers on top of it falling everywhere.

“You think I'm going to let some low life, Come in and take my daughter? No no Mr. Morales you did your job, now it's time to go home.”

“I won't leave without her...I won't do this to her, I care about her.”

“Fine you won't leave without her, How about I made a couple calls to some of my judge friends, make sure they know of every drug charge you've got. You’ll never see that little girl again.”

He couldn't see it, but Frankie’s eyes turned black with rage, he could feel the heat in his body rising.

“The money for this job will be transferred into your account by the end of the week. Thank you, Mr. Morales.” Your father dismissed him, Frankie’s mouth opened but nothing came out all he felt was complete rage, Who told? Did you say something?

Frankie walked out of the office closing the door behind him, He looked to the dining room to see your brother and a few guards whispering one of them pointing to Frankie and laughing, He stormed over still in his rage.

“What the fuck is so funny?” There was silence before Frankie stepped closer.

“Why so quiet now? I said what was so funny.” He grabbed the guard's shirt, shaking him as he heard small footsteps behind him.

“Frankie stop.” He felt your small hands around his arm. “Please. Let's go outside, you need some air.” You took him to the front of the estate, Dismissing the guards that stood outside for some privacy.

“Hey what's wrong? What happened?”

“I have to leave.”

“Well okay... I'll come with you where are you going?”

“No.” You looked at him confused.

“I have to leave, I have to go home, and you have to stay.”

“You can't come with me.”

“Frankie, what are you talking about? Did my father say something to you? What is this about?”

“No, I just-”

He looked into your glossy eyes.

“I can't be with you.” here comes the lie. “I don’t love you. Now go back inside.” stepped down getting into the car that had pulled around to take him home. Leaving you alone, tears streaming down your face.

******

Your father could hear your footsteps as loud as you tried to make them. They still came out small and innocent-like.

“What the hell did you do?”

“Ah, I take it you've talked with Frankie.”

“What did you say to him? He just left with no explanation at all.”

“I don't know the baby girl. Maybe it's because he doesn't love you.”

“That's bullshit and you know it.” The tears finally streamed down your face, you ran back into your room slamming and locking the door.

Your mother who heard the whole conversion walked into your father's office.

“What have you just done?”

“What needed to be done.”

You shut the door to your bedroom. Collapsing on your bed, you were exhausted you didn't need any more stress as it was, You just watched the man you loved drive off, not knowing where he was going or how to contact him, You’d left your phone at the cabin, you were in a little much of a rush to even be thinking about it till now.

The only other person in the house with any information on Frankie was the one who sent him away, So you’d have to go behind his back to retrieve it.

***

At the dead of the night, you finally decided to put your plan into action. You had locked your door for the remainder of the day, your mother had come knocking a few times, asking to talk, or to tell you dinner was ready. You ignored her on all accounts and waited until you heard silence throughout the house. Your cheeks were raw from your tears. You felt like a teenager crying over a boy.

You checked down the hallways upstairs before making your way towards your father's office.

As you slowly turned to open the door a voice rang out to you, “Glad you finally came down.” You gasped, holding your hands to your chest. Your mother was so short and quiet you could barely hear her just in the other room, But all shirt women come with the attitude.

“You scared the hell out of me.”

Your mother stood from the table making her way over to you.

“This about Mr. Morales?”

“I just wanna know where he went, Maybe just talk to him one last time. And if he really doesn't wanna be with me, so be it.” Your mother brought her hand up to your cheek, rubbing her thumb against your skin. Looking deep into your pleading eyes.

“You go find that man of yours. I'll stay back to occupy your father.”

“Thank mama.” You hugged her, hurried into the room, checking your dad's files for the last name Morales.

You looked for hours, Open finding the file folder with last names listed M, all you had found were some of your dad's employees and old cases from trials that had wrapped. He was really gone, You didn't have an address or a number. Only the memory of him in the back of your head.

****

It had been 3 months since you had seen Frankie, Since your father scared him off, you've given up on trying to find him, You’d also moved back into your old apartment from before the case got picked up, And the trail had ended, Tony Rossi got life in prison and his brother who hired those men to break into the cabin and kidnap you got 20 years for attempted kidnapping, Among other things.

You’d finally found a job and were moving out of state to an attorney's office in Texas in a week. You'd been offered a job in your city as well, but you didn't see the use in staying, nothing was holding you back. All your things have been packed and would be on their way there by the time you arrived. You had just wished you could say goodbye to Frankie, At least one last time before you left, for forever.

Tonight you were attending one last dinner with your parents before leaving. Your mother flew back into town just to see you but she’d be visiting you in Texas later in the year and would see you on holiday.

After dinner you hugged your parents goodbye, offering your mom a ride to your place for the night, she denied, saying there was one last thing she needed you to do before leaving.

***

“Linda…”

“You need to let our daughter see that man.” Your father let out a sigh, He knew your mother would take your side, she always did, mostly because you were right.

“And why would I do that? Do you want some failed pilot with our daughter? She's too good for him; she can and will do better.”

Your mother walked across the room, arms folded as she looked out the window.

“She looks at him the way I used to look at you.” Your father flinched at her comment, trying to shake off the feeling it gave him. Your parents had met in high school dating until they got married when they had got pregnant with your brother. They used to be happy, your father and his work ruined that. They still had a love for each other, always would.

“Are you really gonna take that away from her? Just because of some mistakes he's made in the past? Because last I checked you have some mistakes too.” She stormed off into her guest room, Slamming the door, leaving your father in silence as he thought for a second before grabbing his phone to make a call.

“Scott, Get me anything you have on Frankie Morales, phone number, location anything by the morning.” Before hanging up and dragging himself up to his room into bed.

****

The next morning Frankie woke up to a banging on his apartment door, dragging himself out of bed, he looked through the peephole to see the one person he expected to never see again.

“Sir? What can I do for you--”

“Do you love my daughter?” Your father interrupted his med sentence, not letting him finish.

“Sir I'm confused, you told me to never speak to her again...Why are you here now?”

“She's leaving the state soon for Texas. If you love her the way she seems to love you, You need to go speak to her before she leaves.” He handed Frankie a note with your address written on it, walking back to his black range rover before Frankie could say anything.

****

You stood in your apartment, Putting the last of the kitchen items in boxes, getting ready to put them in a u-haul. As the doorbell rang, You buzzed up the person not bothering to see who it was, assuming it was your mother or brother coming to help you finish up.

You opened the door, To see a tall man, wearing his classic baseball cap, messy hair poking out, And his stubble. It took you everything to not immediately jump into his arms and place kisses all over his face.

“Frankie?”

“Hi princess.” Tears poked at her eyes, “What are you doing here?” You didn't dare to let the tears fall, but the crack in your voice was enough.

“Don't leave.”

“Why not? I shouldn't I?”

“Because I love you.” He forced your face into his hands, you stood on your tie toes as your lips met in a kiss. You moaned into the push before realization hit you, pushing Frankie off, both of you still standing in between the doorframe of your apartment. You told him to come in, Which he quickly complete.

And you let out a deep sigh before speaking.

“You don't just get to walk out of my life...And reappear out of thin air right, when I move on. That's not how this works Frankie.”

You turned away from him, But Frankie had already seen the sparkle from the tears welling up in your eyes. He knew he fucked up. He should have tried to contact you before it was too late but now he probably lost you forever.

“Before I go, I just need to tell you, if your dad had not threatened me, We would've been together.” You turned back, seeing his head lowered into his hands, “What exactly did my father say to you?” You slowly stalked over to him as he sat down on the ride of your cushionless couch.

“That if I tried to pursue you, He would make sure I wouldn't see Daisy again.” You could feel the anger boiling in you, You knew your father had said something to him but of this level? He threatened that man's family. You could finally understand why Frankie had to walk away that day, Not turning back. How could he do something like this to his daughter?

“Listen, Princess, if it's too late, which-” He looked around at all the packed boxes scattered on the floor. “I can take my losses and leave. I'll understand. I just needed you to know how I feel, And that the last thing I wanted to do was hurt you.” Frankie turned, headed towards your door before you stopped him, grabbing his shoulder and turning him, getting on your tippy-toes to attach your lips to his. “I think..”

“I think we can try to make something work.”

*****

That was over 3 months ago, You now sat with Frankie on your couch in your new Texas apartment while on facetime with Daisy, “Okay kiddo is past your bedtime.” Daisy groaned on the other end of the phone, “Don't worry baby girl, I'll be home in a few days.”

Frankie and you eventually did work something out, after that night when he came by your old place you still took the job in Texas, the pay was just too good to turn away. But you and Frankie would have to do long-distance, kind of. He and Daisy would come by and visit every few weeks or vice versa. It's been working for the last few weeks.

“Goodnight Daddy, Night mommy.” Also while getting to know Daisy you two hit it off very well, She became attached quickly, Always calling you mommy or stepmom almost immediately, which you didn't mind. A first you were nervous always thinking you weren’t step-mom material, But Frankie and Daisy welcomed you with open arms and you never felt happier than to be a part of his family.

Frankie hung up the phone, turning his head to see your tired form cuddling into him.

His eyes, looking down on you lovingly, He really never thought he’d get a chance to be happy again but you and Daisy made it possible.

“I love you princess.”

“I love you too Francisco.”

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marvelatthetwilight · 3 years

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I think I love you

This came out so much longer than I anticipated so I’ve separated it into two parts! It’s worth it, I promise ♥️ - Addie

Part 2: Love you anymore

Months had passed since Y/N first met Paul, on the first day in her new home. They spoke daily, neither one of them able to break contact for more than a few hours, never really talking about anything in particular, but the conversation never ran dry. Y/N couldn’t put her finger on what was different about Paul to all the guys she had known before, but he was special, and she knew she was falling in love with him.

Only that week, at the end of their daily phone call she nearly finished their chat with an "I love you" but couldn't pluck up the courage for the words to come out.

What she didn't know was that throughout their chats that week Paul had wanted to say "I think I love you" every time he heard her laugh, but he wanted the moment to be special, and not just be something that was blurted out at any random moment. It was then that Paul decided that he needed to plan a big romantic gesture, a gesture that truly expressed how he felt about Y/N.

It was Saturday, and after a week of manic work, Y/N was finally beginning to settle into the pace of her new job. What she needed was time to unwind with her new friends, and she was looking forward to relaxing at dinner at Emily’s house.

For Paul however, he wasn’t feeling ready to unwind, he was feeling more wound up and anxious than ever.

“Right everyone, do you all know what your role is?” Paul asks, looking round at the pack sitting at Emily’s kitchen table.

They all nod, apart from Seth who puts his hand up.

Paul rolls his eyes at the young pup, “we aren’t in school Seth, what’s wrong?”

“So...me and Colin, we’re...waiters?”

The pack collectively groan.

“Seth we’ve been through this like ten times!” Embry moans, throwing a muffin at Seth’s head.

“Yeah I know I just don’t want to get it wrong. It’s a lot of pressure!”

“You’re literally just handing out food! You go to Emily, she gives you a plate, you bring it out to the table, that’s it!” Paul says exasperatedly, having repeated himself for the fourth time that day.

“Paul do we need everyone to just quickly cover what they’re doing to be sure?” Sam asks, walking over to the table having overheard the pack’s groans.

Paul takes a deep breath to calm himself, fingers massaging his temples. “Ok, Jared, go.”

Jared stands up. “I Jared, will be the playing the role of goofy best friend who doesn’t know where Paul is but, oh look, a romantic table set up on the beach, how quaint.” He takes a bow and Seth claps him before catching Paul’s eye and stopping quickly.

Embry and Quil stand up next. “We are setting up said quaint romantic table on the beach under strict orders from Kim and Emily.”

Paul nods, and smiles at Emily as she gives him the thumbs up. “I Emily, along with Kim, am the brains behind this operation and I will be chef and second in command decorator.” Kim jumps up from Jared’s lap and high fives Emily. “As romantic consultant I will be supporting chef in the kitchen and first in command of decorations. Which are all in my truck ready to go Lahote.”

Paul takes a calming breath, knowing the girls have most of this under control.

“Jake?”

“Oh yeah, erm. I will be picking Y/N up from her house and driving, SENSIBLY and SAFELY to Emily’s house, pretending that we are all meeting for dinner here, handing Y/N over to Jared as I arrive.” Jacob emphasises the words to Paul, repeating his instructions he gave a few minutes ago.

“Yup. No stupid driving, no stupid stories, no showing off.” Paul reminds Jacob, who rolls his eyes.

“Yes I got it Paul.”

“And, finally, Sam.” Paul says, turning towards Sam.

“I will come down to the beach when called and help you explain, keeping the pack on hand if needed.”

Paul nods, taking another deep breath, trying to calm his nerves.

I can do this.

At six thirty on the dot, Y/N hears a horn outside, she grabs her bag, slips on her shoes and rushes out the door. Expecting to see Paul’s beat up truck, instead, she sees Jacob, on his bike, and she frowns.

“Er, hi Jake. What are you doing here?”

Jake rubs the back of his neck, nerves kicking in, he was never very good at lying.

“Erm, Paul’s truck broke down, he’s working on it at my place and he asked me to come get you and take you to Emily’s.”

Y/N frowns again. That’s weird, she thinks.

“No offence Jake but I would rather we went in my car, I don’t really like the idea of riding a bike in this dress.” She gestures down to her dress and heeled boots, and Jacob nods. Crap, we didn’t think of that.

“Yeah ok, we can do that. Give me two secs I’ve just got to ring my dad and let him know I’m leaving the bike here.” Jake walks away with his phone to his ear.

“Embry, tell Paul we are coming in Y/N’s car, not my bike. She’s got a dress on and didn’t want to get on.”

Jacob can hear Embry shouting to Paul over the phone, followed quickly by a growl, then Embry hangs up.

Jacob runs over to Y/N’s car and slides into the passenger side.

“Should we swing by your house and pick up Paul?” Y/N asks, about to indicate to turn towards the Black house.

“No!” Jacob shouts before composing himself and answering again. “He’s just going to meet us at Emily’s, don’t worry!”

Y/N raises her eyebrows, before turning her attention back to the road, heading towards Emily’s house.

As they pull up outside the house Jared comes bounding out, quickly hooking his arm with Y/N’s, redirecting her towards the path that leads to the beach.

“Hold on, I just want to say hi to Emily.” Y/N attempts to turn back towards the house, just at Quil and Embry appear from the path.

“There’s an animal loose on the beach, you can’t go down there yet. Let’s go hang out on that...field...over there.” Embry says, pointing towards the patch of grass opposite Emily’s house, as Quil holds out his arms, blocking the entrance to the path.

“Can I just go say hi to Emily first?” Y/N attempts to turn again towards the house, just as Quil links with her free arm and starts walking towards the field.

“Nah, she’s busy cooking, she won’t want to be interrupted.” Quil assures her, just as she glances back and spots Seth, wearing a bow tie...? What is going on?

Embry leaves Y/N to play baseball on the small field with Jared, Quil and Jacob, and he heads back down to the beach where he left Paul and Sam.

“Paul, calm down, calm down, nothing is going wrong, everything is fine, she suspects nothing, we promise you.” Embry can hear Sam speaking in a soothing but commanding voice to the silver wolf in front of him.

The wolf whines slightly, then glances towards the footsteps and sees Embry. He howls lightly, wanting an update on Y/N.

“She’s occupied, I don’t think she’s suspicious. The girls have dealt with the fire, and now Seth is banned from the kitchen. Jared is on it, he and Quil will field any questions. Don’t. Worry.” He speaks calmly and clearly in an attempt to calm the hot-headed and anxious wolf down.

“Embry go with Paul to run off his stress, I’ll go back up to the house and check everything is ok. Embry come and let me know when we are back on track.” Sam commands, nodding to them both as he jogs back up the path.

“Right Paul, let’s go” Embry says as he sets his shorts aside and phases, following Paul into the tree line.

Part 3: I love you more

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takamishinko · 3 years

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karasuno and nekoma scenario + headcanons for ftm reader

pronouns: he/him

warnings: dead naming, slight harassment and tranphobic comments like using the wrong pronouns.

a/n: this was a request from @mi-ts i hope you enjoy this and this is what you're looking for :) i added in some headcanons of my own as well. pls tell me if i said anything offensive in there by accident, i was also super tired when i wrote this so pls excuse me for any mistakes :'D

karasuno:

i feel like the entire team is pretty supportive and definitely not transphobic

the only person that i could possibly think of that doesn't understand transitioning would be tanaka but even then he'll still support you in whatever decision you make

let's start off with the first years

hinata and kageyama definitely uses correct pronouns though i feel like kageyama might forget sometimes but he'll just use they instead

tsuki doesn't care much and i don't think he cares a lot about anything other than maybe yamaguchi

yamaguchi would be really sweet about it, correct pronouns 100%, no mistakes or mess ups. he'll probably pay more attention to you and help you with whatever you need

kinoshita and narita are both super supportive people so they wouldn't care that much but they would definitely use right pronouns and all that

ennoshita is kind of the leader of the group right? i feel like he would advocate your pronouns only if ur comfortable with it though

alright third years

suga.

supportive supportive supportive super supportive

makes sure your absolutely 120% comfortable with your surroundings and if there are people bothering you he's not scared to get asahi and daichi to square up with them

daichi is pretty lowk about it. respectful of course. always tries to help you with suga but doesn't end up helping a lot but that's ok

lastly asahi would be…

pretty nervous about making sure he doesn't use the wrong pronouns or make you uncomfortable

like overly cautious but you find it funny and adorable

__________

"yo y/n! what took you so long? practice started 10min ago." tanaka shouted from across the gym.

"sorry…i got caught up with something." you replied with a sad tone in your voice.

the team immediately noticed something wrong. you were usually a pretty cheerful person and sulking like that didn't seem right to them.

"woah woah, you good man?" noya said while tapping you shoulder.

"yah i'm fine guys, thanks." you lied.

"even a dumbass like hinata and king over there would know you're not fine, what's wrong." said tsuki.

"hey we heard that! but seriously y/n-kun, is everything ok?" hinata said while walking over with kageyama.

"it's nothing much really… some second years called me uhh… "baby girl" today and asked me if i had anything to do after school. they wouldn't let me go either even after i told them i had somewhere else to be…. and the fact that i'm not a girl anymore."

"they fucking what now?" suga said with an incredibly hostile smile on his face.

"do you know their names?" daichi asked.

"yah its f/n l/n and f/n and l/n…"

"those two sons of bitches??" tanaka and noya screamed in unison.

"yah do you guys know them or something?"

"they're in the class beside ours, we don't know much about them except that they're annoying as fuck. they've been making girls uncomfortable all year long." noya replied.

"oh… they must've thought i was a girl since i didn't wear a… y'know."

"that's still no reason to do that to you y/n. first of all you weren't comfortable with them flirting with you, second of all you also told them that you're a guy and they still called you that." asahi said

"yah that's true." daichi said with the rest of the team nodding their heads in agreement.

"don't worry y/n, we all know it's not your fault the binders don't work. no matter what you wear or how you look, the team will always see you as who you want to be!" suga said with a bright smile on his face this time.

a smile appeared on your face with warm thoughts entering your mind. knowing you have friends that care about you this much is truly a blessing you don't want to lose.

"on a side note, suga and i know those 2 as well. in fact we know their homeroom teacher too, i'll go report to their teacher tomorrow. he loved suga and i, we were his best students."

a small giggle came out of you and so did some happy tears.

"thanks guys! it really means a lot." you said to all of your friends.

the rest of the practice was filled with joy and laughter. a few days later you received a handwritten apology from the two assholes you were talking about.

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nekoma:

same as karasuno i'm almost 100% sure none of them are transphobic and they would all be supportive. same case of tanaka with yamamoto though if anything

after you came out kuroo just gave you his signature smirk and a big thumbs up and continued to do his chemistry.

kai.

omg don't even get me started

he is SO supportive and just the nicest person possible

he's not aggressively supportive like suga but he's literally just always there for you. before you even realize you need something he already has it.

water, food, whatever it is.

yaku (personal nekoma fav), super chill about it

"oh cool, just let me go tell lev so he doesn't mess up your pronouns."

"lev for the last fucking time it's y/n and he/him it's not that hard to remember."

bonks lev everytime he messes up but he eventually got it

fukunaga just goes:

":3 👍"

so precious, never messes up your pronouns and names

kenma definitely doesn't mess up, remembers it well and i think he would just be like:

"cool, make sure you let the team know. especially lev…"

yamamoto would maybe mess up but he's trying his best

inuoka and shibayama:

i love these 2 so much btw^

inuoka would be excited cuz this is the first time someone ever came out as trans to them.

shibayama is just beside inuoka also being excited and nodding his head agreeing with everything he says

in conclusion these 2 are baby

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"hey guys what's up!"

"ah y/ns here." kai said with s bright smile on his face, greeting you to practice.

"yo! what's up we're just getting started can you help me set up the net?" yaku said while waving over to you.

"yah i'm on my way give me a sec."

"kenma go help yaku-san get off your game." kuroo said while poking at kenma.

"give me a sec. I'm almost finished."

inuoka and shibayama were on the side listening to yamamoto talk about something. you and shōhei rushed over to help yaku with the net.

"there, all done. thanks guys. kuroo let's start practice." yaku yelled

"yah everyone get ready-"

just as kuroo said that, two boys entered the gym. they didn't look like they were up to anything good so kuroo stepped up and asked them what they're here for.

"how can i help you two?"

"we're just here to find d/n, oh there she is. hey~ you haven't answered our question yet, you free this weekend sweetheart?" one of the boys said as he attempted to move closer to you.

kuroo lost his shit immediately and pushed them away from you.

"first of all his name is y/n, second of all it's he. lastly if you don't have anything else to say, please leave, our practice is about to start."

"chill captain~ we just wanted to talk to this beautiful lady over here."

"for the last fucking time you bastards it's-" yaku cut off kuroo before he could finish.

"leave it to me. you, tall one on the left, f/n l/n from c/n right?" yaku asked.

“y-yah why?”

“your chemistry mark, 53% and you didn’t pass the test you took on thursday.”

“w-what ??! i don’t even know my mark yet how do you-”

“and you, the stick on the right, f/n l/n. you’re even worse, 49% as your total and your test? i’d embarrassed for you.”

“what the fuck?? w-who are you?!”

“yaku morisuke, 3rd year. the assistant for your chemistry teacher. now if you don’t want your marks leaked to the entire school i suggest you leave y/n here alone and get out.”

“tch yeah whatever !” the 2 boys said as they scurried away.

“yaku-san!! that was so cool!!” everyone said.

“don’t worry about it! it’s what y/n deserves” he said with a huge thumbs up.

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t0shii · 3 years

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hq boys when you're feeling anxious or stressed

suna rintaro, hinata shoyo, oikawa toru x gn!r

!warnings! mentions of anxiety, reader comparing themselves to others, mentions of food & hunger, driving. this is like all fluff no angst rlly tbh.

SUNA RINTARO.

he could tell something was up but conviced himself he shouldnt pry as he had already asked you twice if you were feeling alright, to which you reasurred him with a "yep" both times, it was suspicious but he thought maybe you just wanted to be left alone. meanwhile you weren't sure why you lied him, you obviously were not doing okay at the moment. currently he was driving you home and your anxiety was going absolutely crazy from the amount of school work that was piling up on you, it's unfair you thought to yourself, looking out the window. not only were you stressed from work but trying to keep up with your friend was hard, to say the least. they were phenomenal students, straight As in their transcript and though your grades were just fine, you couldn't help but feel inferior and insecure. it's unfair how effortlessly smart they are and how i'll never be able to catch up.... oh boy if your thoughts weren't running wild before they definitely were now, you hadn't even realized your boyfriend pulling into your driveway until he slightly tapped your shoulder. "are you sure you're alright? i don't wanna pressure you ofcourse but, you know you can tell me anything right?" ... and there were the water works! the little string holding you together had snapped just like that. you sat there in the passengers seat sobbing into your hands and suna rintaro hadn't a clue what to do in the moment.

"give me just a sec" you heard him mumble but not before he gave you a kiss as light as a feather on the top of your head. somehow you didn't notice him exit the car and rush to your side until he opened your door and hugged you so tight you honestly couldn't breathe. after a few seconds your boyfriend let go of the embrace which, to his dismay, only made you cry even harder. now, he knew he was known for being quite... stoic but he was definitely panicking on the inside and it was really difficult to remain calm on the outside. your boyfriend carefully reached over you to unbuckle the seatbelt that you had yet to unclasp. "lets go inside baby." his voice was so gentle it would've taken you by surprise had you not still been crying. you nodded in response and he helped you carefully out of the car, holding your hand all the way to the door, "d'ya have your key?" you nodded trying your best to unlock the door, after a few struggled and shakey attempts you finally had your door unlocked but not without rins help because he couldn't bare to watch you struggle any longer.

stepping inside rin helped you take your shoes off, removing his own after, "bedroom?" having calmed down a little you whispered "yes," with a small nod. he nodded with you in response and took you to your bedroom. after helping you change into comfy clothes he helped you into bed, crawling in right behind you. your back was snug against his chest and he held you super tightly, it was silent for a few minutes until finally he spoke up, "please tell me how i can help" you could feel your lip quiver. "well... you don't have to say anything right now, you know i can wait. i'll even leave if you want, i just wanted you to know that you can tell me whenever you're ready and that i'll listen." neither of you were sure when you'd be ready to admit what had gotten you so upset but you felt comfortable knowing suna rintaro would be there whenever you were ready, whether it be minutes from now or even months.

HINATA SHOYO.

your silence on the walk home was starting to concern him.. maybe im just talking too much... he thought, "hey... im sorry if im talking your ear off.. how was your day angel?" to say he was disappointed with your response would be an understatement. not thar you HAD to talk but usually you were talkative with him and the worry in his tummy was only growing more. a simple, "oh.. my day was alright sho," simply woundn't cut it! "hey, are you feeling okay?" it was silent for a few seconds before you answered a mumbled "i think so, are you feeling alright, sho?" he simply nodded with a "mhm" and you told him to continue on with his story from earlier.

he complied but only to fill the silence. hinata decided to trust you when you said you were okay because you know your own feelings and he knows for a fact he's made it clear before that you could and should let him know if something was bothering you. though you enjoyed listening to hinata's stories you only found yourself getting lost in your own mind whilst he rambled on.you could tell he was suspicious of your behavior but was grateful he had left his curiosity behind because you were sure you would snap if he had asked you if you were okay again, you really didn't want to cry in front of him. truth is, your thoughts were running wild, stressing over the smallest things; assignments due at the end of the week, what you were gonna get your boyfriend for your anniversary, how you were gonna make time for your friends surprise birthday party and helping sho with his studied all the while trying to take care of your own self and keep your own grades afloat. "y/n..? we're at your house.. are you sure your alright? you look a little pale, are you ill?" crap! how had you not noticed you were approaching your own driveway you wanted to slap yourself for being so clueless. you couldn't help but feel horrible for not listening to your boyfriends story also.

"yes sho i'm fine really, i just didn't have time to eat lunch today but i have food inside so don't worry m'may?" he looked at you suspiciously and you knew he was onto you, "y'know y/n, i'm not gonna force you to tell me what's going on but just know i'll always be here for you, okay?" he gave you a small smile before engulfing you into a tight hug, it honestly melted your heart. surprisingly, you didn't start crying on the spot. "y'know, i wanted to trust you when you said you were okay but now i'm not so sure if you were telling the truth," he mumbled into your shoulder. you sighed, giving up the facade. "sho.... i just don't know what to do honestly, i have alot on my plate right now and i'm really stressed with all the responsibilities ive piled onto myself," you admitted. he nodded lifting his head from your shoulder, giving you the brightest smile, "well, i can always help out! i might not be the mooost helpful person ever but i'll try my best, and if anything i'm good moral support!" you giggled at that but suddenly you felt your lip quiver from the sudden guilt you feeling, "i'm sorry for lying to you sho-", "hey! its alright! you dont need to apologize. especially dont need you crying on me now!" he smiled cupping your face in his hands, wiping away a few stray tears of whom managed to escape.

OIKAWA TORU.

you smile back at him and thought of how silly it was that you tried keeping your feelings a secret from your boyfriend of two years, hinata shoyo, feeling glad that you confided in him. he knew you were upset as soon as he saw you that very morning, he could read you like and open book and you knew that fact very well. still though, you tried your best to hide yourself from him, though it was hard considering you sitting right next to him in the passenger seat of his car. finally after a whole day of being worried sick, he was tired of leaving things left unsaid "babyyyy," he sang for you from the kitchen, "please come here a sec!" he yelled for you louder. soon you came trudging down the hallway, blanket wrapped around your body, he couldn't help but smile at how adorable his s/o looked.

"c'mere quickly," he said will a grin, opening his arms for a hug, which you gladly accept, wrapping your arms around his waist tightly. "now, i know you know that i know that you're not feeling well, so please tell me what's got my angel so upset?" he said softly rubbing his hand lightly over your back, his voice a little muffled from his cheek being squished against the top of your head. you let out a breath you hadn't even realized you were holding, "'m sorry tooru, i don't know what's wrong with me today.... just not feeling well." you felt him nod against your head in response, "well good thing your amazing boyfriend is here to make you feel all better huh?" you let a out small giggle at that. "you know you can tell me when you're feeling down right? you shouldn't keep things bottled up inside", "i know tooru... im sorry, i just dont really know wbat i'm feeling so down about though," you admitted shyly. "hey that's okay! there absolutely no need to apologize for that, here, look at me, angel," he tilts your face so you're looking up at him, his big soft hands holding your face, thumbs stroking your cheeks lightly, "i'm here whenever you figure it out, hell, even if you dont figure it out or there just isn't any reason at all. you know i'm always, always, always here. i promise you that, m'kay?" he finishes his little speech with a smile, smothering your face in kisses. you could only feel relieved, thankful and loved. because you knew that you would always have your soulmate, oikawa toru by your side.

( a/n ; ahh so im sorry if this has any spelling or grammatical errors it's sort of late as i'm writing this! and im too lazy to proof read.... also it might just all be word vomit and if it is im so sorry 😩 ++ i'm positive ive kept the reader gn throughout the whole thing but if there are slip-ups i promise i'll do better next time! i rlly wanted to write some hq boys when ur feeling anxious and beyond stressed because i have been MEGA struggling with my own anxiety lately, especially bc of school so i just needed to let my feelings go! anywhooo i hope everyone who reads this has an amazing day or night! ) p.s. im new to writing so be nice 2 me or whatever 😩🙄😌👍🏻

#oikawa x reader #oikawa x y/n #oikawa toru #oikawa headcanons #suna rintaro x reader #suna x reader #suna x y/n #suna rintaro headcanons #hinata shoyo #suna rintaro #hinata x reader #hinata x y/n #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu fluff #rintaro x reader #shoyo x reader #toru x reader #sunni's works 📓

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libraryofloveletters · 4 years

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December 24th

“Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same” - Emily Brontë

Derek Morgan x Reader

Warnings: fem!reader, Friends to lovers, slow burn (like really slow),mentions of death, injuries, and abusive relationships, cm level of violence, kissing.

Category: Fluff with some angst

Word Count: 5k

Author’s Note: just felt like writing something for Derek :) It’s in order of your relationship with Derek, it’s kinda similar to lovestory that I wrote for Luke. Special thank you to @genevievedarcygrangerwriting and @iconicc for their help with this :)

*For full dramatic effect, play Wonder by Shawn Mendes while reading*

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This was a different type of love

Much different than what he had with Penelope or Spencer or anyone else. This was more than a surface attraction, this was a connection on a much deeper level, something you couldn’t explain but you knew you needed. You had always felt like a piece of you was missing until you met him.

April 16th, 2007

It was your first day at the BAU.

To say you were nervous was an understatement, you were terrified. You had only met Aaron Hotchner, your unit chief during your interview. You had yet to meet the rest of the team.

You were greeted by a tiny blonde woman by the elevator, who introduced herself as Jennifer. She walked you to the briefing room, she explained to you that you had a case and that someone would take you home to get some clothes quickly. Aaron introduced you to the team very quickly, first was David Rossi, who had very father like qualities,

Jennifer Jareau, whom you had met by the elevator and was their media liaison

Emily Prentiss, who radiated badass energy,

Dr. Spencer Reid, who seemed very baby like but was incredibly smart,

Penelope Garcia, their technical analyst and who didn't hesitate to welcome you onto the team,

Finally, Derek Morgan, the embodiment of the perfect man.

Aaron told Derek to take you home to get your stuff and to meet them at the jet. On the drive to your place, Derek made small talk, asking you about your previous jobs, why you decided to join the bureau.

“It was a spur of the moment thing actually, I came across the application and figured why not? Because what’s the worst that happens y’know?” you chuckled, Derek flashing you a smile before pulling into your driveway.

“You live here by yourself ? Aren’t you only 26?” he looked at you and then back at your house. That was a typical reaction, it was a huge house with a huge property attached to it, it was on the outskirts of the city. “It’s a family house, it was passed down to me after my parents’ passed” you told him and changed the topic before he could ask questions about your parents. “Would you like to come in while I get my stuff? I might be a few minutes. The least I could do is offer you something to drink while you wait?” He nodded, getting out while you did.

You stepped and headed towards the stairs, “help yourself to anything in the kitchen, it’s straight down the hall” you smiled at him.

“Okay” he smiled, watching you make your way up the stairs.

December 24th, 2010

The white lights burned your eyes as you opened them, squinting to slowly readjust your eyes to the brightness. You looked around, trying to remember what happened.

The last thing you remember was Spencer and Derek over you. Spencer’s hand on your stomach and Derek holding your hand while shouting for a medic. Something about holding on were the last words you heard before waking up in the hospital.

Derek was curled up on the chair in your room. He looked out of place on the chair, it was too tiny for him. “Der..” you said, barely above a whisper. Your throat was dry and you were too tired to talk but you needed to know what happened. There was an empty water bottle beside your bed, you stretched your arm out and pushed the bottle off of the table. It hit the floor, the noise startled Derek and he sat up in his chair.

He took a look around to see you looking at him, “Hey mama, how are you feeling ?” he pulled the chair closer to your bed, sitting himself back down. His hand rested on yours, his thumb rubbing over the top of your hand.

“What happened?” you asked, leaning back onto the pillow. He let out a sigh before speaking. “Spencer, you and I went to the house, the unsub’s house. Pretty boy and I went through the front and you headed to the back to check the yard. We were upstairs when we heard the gunshot, we ran out to see you on the floor. There was a bullet in your side and the unsub was headed towards the front of the house” Derek looked up at you, unsure if he should continue.

“Did you get him?” you asked, he nodded. “Hotch and the team had just arrived when we heard the shot. Hotch caught him in the front” you let out a sigh. “I ran to the back, Spencer was trying to stop the bleeding but it wasn’t stopping” his voice wavered for a moment, you gave his hand a squeeze.

“It was touch and go when the medics arrived, Spencer did the best he could. We thought we were going to lose you, I thought I was going to lose you.” Derek wasn’t one to wear his heart on his sleeve, not in the field but here, in this hospital room with you, he did.

“You didn't think that you would be able to get rid of me so quickly, did you?” you gave him a small smile. You picked up your phone from the side table, it was Christmas Eve. “Derek, go home. You shouldn't spend your Christmas Eve stuck in a hospital” you looked over at him, he had made himself comfortable in his chair again.

“There's nowhere I'd rather be right now”

June 6th, 2011

Your case in Chicago had wrapped up. The flight was meant to be a day before but due to a sudden thunderstorm that came through, you were stuck there.

Derek’s mother was kind enough to have all of you over for dinner, even though you all insisted that she didn’t have too. After dinner, Aaron and Rossi headed back to the hotel first, thanking her for her hospitality before heading out. Emily and JJ made themselves comfortable with Derek’s sisters and a bottle of wine, sharing stories of past lovers and tragic high school romances. Derek’s mom had you and Spencer flipping through photo albums, telling you stories of all kinds of trouble Derek caused as a kid.

Emily, JJ, Spencer, Derek and yourself ended up spending the night there. Hotch and Rossi had picked up your bags from your rooms, because you all had packed prior to finding out about the delayed flight and suggested you just meet at the jet. It was around 6am when you found yourself hugging Derek’s mother goodbye. Derek waited back a few moments, his mom whispering something to him before letting him go.

The drive to the jet was silent. JJ and Emily were hungover from too much wine, Spencer was half asleep and you were still trying to wake up while Derek drove. “It was nice to meet your mom, she’s sweet” you whispered, Emily still groaned that you were too loud. “She likes you” Derek glanced over at you before turning his attention back to the road.

When you arrived to the jet, everyone made themselves comfortable for the journey home. Emily sprawled onto one of the two seaters while JJ made herself comfortable on the other, Hotch and Rossi were sitting across from each other with their coffee. Spencer stretched himself over the span of the couch, going back to sleep. You and Derek sat beside each other on the two seater that was left.

The flight back was quiet, the only sounds were Spencer turning over constantly on the couch, Emily snoring and Hotch’s pen scribbling away on his paper. Derek’s arm rested over your shoulder and your head was on his shoulder.

“What’s the date?” Hotch asked Rossi

“June 6th” he said

June 6th seemed so familiar to you, as if you were supposed to remember it. You sat there pondering about it for a few minutes before Derek’s voice broke through your thoughts.

“What’s on your mind?”

“I can't seem to place why June 6th is important” you mumbled before looking out the window

Derek hummed, not giving you an answer. You went over the events of your day to see if you could remember. Woke up to a call from Hotch, woke up everyone, said goodbye to Derek’s family, Derek’s lingering hug and whisper from his mom, the drive to the jet, Hotch asking the date.

Derek’s lingering hug and whisper from his mom.

June 6th.

It was his birthday.

You sat up and turned to him, he looked at you. “What’s wrong?” his brows furrowed, confused as to why you moved. You pulled him into a hug, “Happy birthday D” He chuckled, “thank you pretty lady”

You leaned into kiss his cheek but he had the same idea, resulting in your lips on his. He smiled against your lips, pulling you closer to him. Your hands found their way to his chest, resting there as you kissed him.

He pulled away, both of you breathless.

October 26th 2012

You walked to work in the rain.

You had woken up late, you didn't feel like going but you promised Spencer you would help him prank Derek for halloween. You had just ended your relationship, you couldn’t take it anymore. You were constantly fighting and he always said you picked your work over him, which you did but that was only because work was the only escape you had.

No one at work knew about your boyfriend, other than Hotch. He had walked into the stairwell to find you crying, you explained to him what had happened. You made him promise not to tell anyone, especially Derek. You knew how Derek was, he would have killed your boyfriend if he found out. Hotch didn’t know the full extent of your relationships, just the arguments and the sleepless nights. You often found yourself in his office, keeping him company while he worked just so you wouldn't have to go home.

You were soaking wet by the time you reached the BAU, you walked straight to Derek’s office. His back was to the door when you walked in, “just a sec” he mumbled when you pushed the door shut. He spun his chair, “hey ma- what happened?” there was a very noticeable frown on your face. He stood up and walked over, he went to give you a hug. Your first reaction was to take a step back and secondly, your body automatically flinched.

“hey, hey, baby... it’s just me. it’s okay. I won’t hurt you.” He stayed where he was, his face was unreadable. “y/n..” he called for you, you walked over. You practically fell into his arms, clinging onto him. His arms wrapped around you slowly, not wanting to startle you anymore than he already had.

“You know I would never touch you like that or hurt you, you know that right?” he kissed the top of your head, your face still buried in his chest. Something about Derek always brought comfort to you. Sometimes it’s his smile, sometimes it’s a hug and other times, it’s just him as a whole. “Do you want to talk about it ?” he asked you quietly, you shook your head. “Let me take you home to change” you shook your head again,

“I don’t want to go home”

“You can’t stay in wet clothes all day. Let me just take you home to get stuff and then we can go back to my place ?”

He led you to the car, you both sat in silence the whole drive. He knew you’d tell him what happened when you were ready, it didn’t make sense to push you. He pulled into the driveway, “can you come in with me?” you mumbled, he nodded. You weren't sure if your ex boyfriend was there to get his stuff, he knew you'd be at work right now so there was a chance that he had stopped by.

You pushed the door open, there was a broken vase on the floor, the water and flowers from the vase spread across the floor. A picture frame of you and your ex thrown on the floor, a dent on the wall from where he had thrown it.

Derek didn’t say anything, he followed you up the stairs to your bedroom. Your clothes were thrown all over your room, the drawers from your dresser were pulled out and a few were on the floor, a perfume bottle was shattered on the bathroom floor, the contents of the bottle spilling everywhere.

You sat on the bed, the tears started to fall. You tried to hold yourself together, you wasted so much of your life on him and you thought you were finally done. Derek sat beside you, letting you cry on his shoulder.

“Baby, talk to me.. please”

You told him everything, from the moment you realized you were in love to when you realized that this wasn't love, from when you told Hotch and how you would spend nights with him in his office so you wouldn’t have to go home. You told him how you ended things last night, and that the house was fine before you left for work.

Derek looked sad, not only for you but for himself too, why didn’t he realize what was happening sooner? If he did, he would have helped you.

“Okay, this is what we’re going to do mama. You’re going to pack a bag and you’re staying with me for a few days. I’m going to change all the locks and latches in this house and put in an alarm system. Don’t even bother about the mess, I'll clean it up, you just need to get out of here” he gave you a hug.

“I promise you that he’ll never hurt you again”

December 24th, 2012

The entire team had come over for Christmas Eve dinner at your place. After everything that happened with your ex, Derek made good on his promises. He changed everything and put in an alarm system for you. He helped you move on, he stuck by yourself when you felt alone and lost. You found yourself spending more and more time with him.

Rossi had come over and helped you cook. Penelope and Spencer spent the afternoon locked up in your guest bedroom wrapping gifts, one of them stepping out for a few hours to find more tape or wrapping paper. JJ and Will arrived with the boys, Hotch and Jack showing up a few minutes later. Emily arrived next with a bottle of wine for you, and Derek arrived last with a bunch of bags and gifts. Spencer helped him put all of them under the tree.

After dinner, Hotch and Rossi stayed at your dining room table with a bottle of scotch while you, JJ, Penelope and Emily were in the kitchen with a bottle of wine. You could hear Derek chasing Jack and Michael around the living room, Will and Spencer laughing as Henry showed them a magic trick. You glance over at them, Derek is spinning Jack around and Micheal is on the floor, laughing. You can’t help but smile.

“Close your mouth sweet cheeks, you’re going to drool all over yourself” Penelope whispers to you, nudging your shoulder with hers. You blush but blamed it on too much wine, “I have no clue what you’re talking about”

“Whatever you say sugar, but I can see the looks you give chocolate thunder and the ones he’s been giving you” she takes a sip of her wine before turning to walk to the living room. “Wait! what looks?” you ask and she shakes her head.

Penelope calls everyone into the living room, everyone has found a spot and made themselves comfortable. Jack, Henry, Michael and Spencer have all made themselves comfortable on the floor in front of the tree. Penelope helped you pass the gifts out to everyone.

Two hours and 8 rolls of gift paper later, everyone had collected their presents and said goodnight before leaving, Derek stayed back to help you tidy up. “You didn’t have to stay back, I know you probably have better things to do on Christmas Eve” you chuckled, pushing the gift paper into the trash. “Y/n, like I told you the last time, there’s nowhere I rather be on Christmas Eve”

You smiled at him, remembering that he was talking about the night he spent in the hospital with you. “Thank you though” he nodded.

“Do you want something to drink ? Coffee? Tea?”

“Tea sounds good” He sat on the kitchen stool by your counter.

You turned yourself away from him to put some water in the kettle. Derek was shifting around with something behind you, something heavy landed on the counter. Turning around, there was a book on the counter.

Pride and Prejudice

It wasn’t just any copy, it was the exact one that your grandfather had gotten you for your 17th birthday. It went missing after your breakup, you figured your ex took it but you weren't up for fighting with him over a book.

“Derek.. where’d you get this?” you looked down at the book, your fingers running over the front of it.

“Baby girl tracked down someone that knew someone else and I got it for you. I remember you were looking for it after the breakup”

You never expected Derek to remember something like that, it was just a passing thought as you cleaned up your place, you had forgotten about it yourself.

“Do you like it?” Derek’s voice broke through your thoughts. You rounded the counter and pulled him into a hug. “I love it, thank you”

“Merry Christmas y/n”

“Merry Christmas Derek”

January 13th, 2013

“Did she like her gift?” was the first thing Penelope asked Derek when he walked into her office. Hotch had given you guys 3 weeks off for the holidays and all of you were now returning to work. Penelope had a lot of time to ponder about her best friend and his crush.

“Yes she did, thank you for your help baby girl” he leaned down and kissed her cheek, she smiled at him. “Okay spill now” she spun her chair around to face Derek who was leaning against one of the tables.

“What is there to spill mama?” he chuckled

“Don’t play stupid with me Derek Morgan. You and y/n, you’ve been spending so much time with her” she told him

“Awh, are you jealous baby girl? you know you’re my one and only” he laughed

She shook her head, laughing. “As much as I like hearing that, seriously. What’s going on? I know you care about all of us but you wouldn't have gone out of your way for just a book if it was Emily or Rossi”

Maybe she was right, there were some underlying feelings that he hadn't told anyone about. “Baby, I think you like her” Penelope looked at him, he shook his head,

“No, I don’t”

“Yes, you do”

“No, I don’t”

“You do!”

“I don’t!”

“Derek!”

“Penelope!”

“You like her!”

“I like her! Oh shit.. I like her” his mouth hung open, his brows furrowed. She giggled, “told you so, momma’s always right baby boy” she tapped his leg with her foot.

He sat beside her on the chair. “What do I-” she cut him off.

“I’ll tell you what you’re going to do. You’re going to tell that wonderful lady that you like her and should you be so lucky that she likes you back, you take her out on a date, like none other before. You love her and treat her well or I will hurt you” She smiled sweetly at him.

“You understand me?” she asked him, he nodded before resting his head on her shoulder. Her hand came up to rest on his cheek, she kissed his forehead.

February 13th, 2013

“Y/n!” Derek shouted for you as you stepped off the elevator. “Hey!” you smiled at him. “What’s the plan for Valentine’s Day, pretty lady ?” you chuckled and shook your head.

“No plans Der, what about you ? A hot date?” you wiggled your eyebrows, making him laugh.

“I haven't quite figured out yet, I'll let you know” You smiled before walking up to Hotch’s office to drop off some papers while Derek headed to his desk.

It was a relatively quiet day at the office, mostly paperwork. It was around lunchtime that Derek worked up the courage to ask you on a date. “Coffee for the pretty lady” he set the mug on your desk, you smiled at him. “Thank you D” he nodded, leaning on your desk.

“Still no plans?” you asked him while taking a sip, he laughed.

“I came over here hoping that I could change my lack of plans” he looked at you, a smile on his face.

“Meaning?” you looked up at him

“Meaning, would you like to go on a date with me tomorrow?”

You coughed, nearly choking on your coffee. “You okay ?” he asked you, you nodded. “Yeah sorry, I'm fine but yes, I will go on a date with you. Now if you’ll excuse me, I've gotta go to the bathroom” He smiled and you smiled at him before walking out of the bullpen. You headed straight to Penelope’s office.

“Penny!” you squealed.

“y/n!” she squealed back, “what’s going on sugar?”

“Derek asked me on a date” you gave her a small smile

“What?!” She stood up, pulling you into a hug “Details! What are you gonna wear? Where are you guys going? Are you gonna do the nasty ? Wait, don’t answer that. Surprise me on that one.”

You laughed, “the red dress you got me for Christmas, no idea maybe dinner ? and I doubt we’ll be doing it”

February 14th, 2013

There was a knock on the front door as you walked down the stairs. “It’s open!” you shouted, Derek came into view shutting the door behind him. “You look.. wow” he had a bunch of red roses in his hand. You smiled, “thank you, you look wow too” he chuckled and handed the flowers to you,

“These are for you”

“Thank you, they're beautiful. Let me put them in a vase and we can go?”

He nodded and sat on your steps while you headed to the kitchen. You came back a few minutes later and the two of you headed out. Derek took you to a little restaurant in the city, it wasn’t in central D.C but still in the city. It was quiet and the two of you sat outside. Dinner was quiet, you had normal small talk, sharing your plans for the summer and Derek told you about his trip to see his mom.

“Y/n, can I tell you something?” Derek’s hand rested on yours, you nodded for him to continue.

“I like-” “Sir, here's your cheque” the waiter smiled at you two, leaving it on the table. You held back a giggle, “you were saying?” you looked at him.

“I like you, like really like you. I’ve felt this way for a while and I figured after everything you’ve been through you deserve someone that would take care of you, treat you the way you deserve to be treated. I hope I could be that person” he looked back at you.

“I like you too, Derek and I would love for you to be that person”

March 18th, 2015

Rossi insisted that everyone come over after the last case to unwind. Your life had been going well lately, you and Derek had been together for a little over 2 years. You had told him to go over to Rossi’s without you and you would get a ride with Hotch.

Hotch picked you up a little after 8. “Sorry, I had to help Jack with something before dropping him at Jessica’s.” “Oh that’s alright, thanks for picking me up.” He nodded and drove to Rossi’s. Hotch wasn't one for small talk but today he was.

“How are things with you and Morgan ?”

“Good actually”

“He makes you happy ?”

“He does”

“Good, you deserve happiness y/n”

“Thank you Aaron, so do you. Maybe it's time for you to start trying to find someone” you suggested. “It’s been a while since Haley and I know she was your first love but she would want you to be happy.” you looked over at him, he had a small smile on his face.

“Actually, I started seeing someone”

“What? Really? Tell me more”

He laughed and pulled in Rossi’s driveway. “Maybe another time, let’s go in” He got out of the car and waited for you before heading to the door. Rossi let you both in, but the house was empty. “Where’s everyone ?” you asked, Rossi looked over at Hotch and smiled, the two of them led you to the backyard. “You guys aren't going to kill me right?” Aaron gave you a look to stop your nonsense making you laugh. Everyone stood in the backyard with Derek in the middle of them.

“What’s going on?” you looked around

Derek stepped forward, “y/n..” he got on one knee, your jaw dropped, literally.

“You know I love you, I'd go to the end of the earth and back for you. You have shown me what happiness and love looks like and you bring out the best in me. Make me the happiest man and marry me?”

“yes, of course” you laughed, he got up and pulled you into a hug before slipping the ring on your finger.

December 24th, 2016

“How do I look? Is my veil crooked ?” you looked over at him, Hotch shook his head. “You look perfect y/n” he smiled at you which made you smile. The bridal march began.

“Too late to run away ?” you looked over as you hooked your arm with his.

“Too late to run away. Are you ready?” he asked and you nodded.

The doors opened, Derek stood at the end of the aisle. Rossi stood beside him as your officiant and Spencer on the other side of him as his best man. Penelope was across from them as your maid of honour. Aaron walked you down the aisle, handing you off to Derek. Aaron kissed your cheek, “be good to her Derek, she’s precious”

You looked out into the crowd to see JJ, Will and their boys with Emily beside them, Hotch sat beside Jack and Beth was on the other side of Jack. Derek’s mom and his sisters were in the front. Rossi started to speak when everyone settled down.

“As someone who’s been married multiple times, I'm an expert”

“4 times!” Emily pointed out

“It was only 3 but anyways, we’re here today to honour these two beautiful people and watch them commit themselves to each other. I’ll keep my part short, do you have vows?” Rossi looked over at you and you nodded.

“You guys know what saying, whatever souls are made of, his and mine are the same? Whenever I hear that, I think of us. From the day I met you, I realized you were special. You made me laugh and smile like no one had ever done before. You were there for me when I gave up, when I needed someone to be there for me. You helped me get back on my feet, you taught me what real love looks like, what happiness feels like and what it feels like to truly be loved” you looked at Derek and smiled, he was wiping away the tears. “Everyday, I'm thankful for you because you make me who I am, I'm complete when I'm with you.” You squeezed his hand and gave him a smile.

“I don't know how you’re going to top that” Rossi patted his back, making Derek chuckle.

“As you said, from the day I met you, I knew you were special, but our love story didn’t begin until that day in the hospital, exactly 6 years ago today. You were injured and I sat in your room on Christmas Eve, you were trying to get me to go home and I told you that there’s nowhere I would rather be because you’re the one I choose, always. Through space and time and back, I'll find my way back to you and choose you. There’s no one else for me y/n, so I promise to you here today in front of our family that I will love you with no bounds because you give me hope, give me joy, and make me a better man.”

After that, there was not a dry eye in that room, even Hotch teared up. “I think you beat me” you whispered to him.

“Well, I've watched these two grow and fall in love with each other over the last 6 years and I've been very lucky to see that. I remember the day Derek told Spencer that he was taking y/n on a date and when Derek came to me to ask me to use the house for the proposal. These two were meant to be and by the power vested in me, I pronounce you man and wife. you may- oh you’re already kissing” Rossi laughed.

Derek held your hand as the two of you made your way back down the aisle, now as Mr and Mrs. Morgan.

Actually as, Agent and Agent Morgan.

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softsebnbuckystan · 3 years

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Soul ties - Part 8 (Bucky Barnes au)

“No, I don't wanna know, Where you been or where you're goin'

But I know I won't be home, And you'll be on your own”

Maniac by Michael Sembello was blasting from Wanda's room as she was going through her closet, looking for something you could wear at the party. You were tapping your feet to the beat and shaking your head softly.

"This is perfect," Wanda said as she handed you jean shorts and a T-shirt. Finding something in your style had been hard, but the outfit turned out really cute on you. "And before you ask, I still have your plaid shirt if you want to wear that."

Your sister knew you too well ; or maybe it was just her ability to read minds. You were pretty sure it was a mix of both. You looked at your watch : five in the afternoon were already passed and you knew Nat was supposed to arrive soon, so you went to the kitchen after changing. Actually, she was already there.

"Nat!"

"Happy birthday, girl! How do you feel about hitting thirty, huh?"

"Surprisingly good, to be honest," you answered as you hug her tight. "I'm glad you came by."

"Me too. Steve told me pretty interesting news about some guy." She wiggled her brows, making you raise yours.

"Not that interesting. Yes, he is my supposed soulmate, but I got married last week, not matter how that's turning out."

"Yeah, sorry I couldn't be there, by the way. However, if I trust Steve's words..."

"Don't? Please." You smiled, making her laugh. You really must've sounded desperate, or in denial – or, once again, both.

"Fine. But I can't promise I'll hold back my thoughts."

"I know you won't," you joked. "Anyway, is the cake already here?" You asked Sam.

"No, Bucky's not back yet."

"Oh, alright. I thought since he left early..."

"He had stuff to do, apparently." He shrugged, showing he didn't know any more than you did. A smirk appeared on his face. "Miss him already?"

"Ugh, I hate you all."

"No, you don't!"

Everyone around you laughed and, frankly, you couldn't hold it in either. These people always had a way of making you forget about your problems, and Darren hadn't crossed your mind until now. Hours went by and more people arrived at the compound. It wasn't supposed to be a big party, but Tony was obviously unable to resist to Peter Parker asking if he could tag along. This kid loved being around here, maybe as much as you did. Once eight hours rang, almost everyone was there, except for Bucky. You were sure he'd eventually show up, even though you couldn't help but feel a little anxious while everyone shared champagne bottles.

"Alright, close your eyes," Sam said, dragging you out of your thoughts. He put his hands on your eyes as you giggled softly.

"What is it now, you asked?"

"Patience, lady."

You couldn't see anything – obviously – but you soon heard voices around you singing you a happy birthday. When Sam removed his hands, your eyes took some time to adjust to the sparkling candles on the big birthday cake. More importantly, it took you a second to recognise the man carrying it. Where had his hair gone?

"Your hair," you whispered once he was close enough.

He shrugged. "C'mon, the candles will melt if you don't blow them out." His own smile quickly spread to your face as you blew out your thirty candles. Everyone applauded and Bucky started cutting it so that people could help themselves. Once seated next to him, you took a bite of your own piece and closed your eyes in delight.

"Raspberries. I love those."

"Yeah, Wanda said it was your favourite," he told you before eating a chunk of cake. "How do you like the party so far?"

"I love it. Everyone I love is here, so I couldn't be happier, really." You didn't even think about what you were saying. Tony's champagne did that to you for sure.

"Everyone?"

"Of course, why do you ask?" You gave him a confused look before it dawned on you. "Oh, I know. Well if he's not here by now, I guess that means something."

"Well I'm not the one saying it. It's your night, anyway, so let's not talk about him and let you have fun." He gently poked your arm – you felt delighted, as it was him who'd made the move this time. It felt as if he was becoming more comfortable around you : you'd noticed he'd been laughing with you a lot more frequently these last few days.

"So, why the new haircut?"

"I wanted some change. New me, old me, I guess." He took a sip of his beer.

"I like it. Can I have some?" You pointed at the bottle. He gladly handed it to you ; damn, this man did not know what one beer might do to you, especially after champagne.

Wanda spotted you from across the room and stopped walking towards you, interrupting her conversation with Scott Lang.

"I hope that's your first drink tonight," she said with a grin. "You don't want to expose your party demon now, do you?"

You chuckled at Bucky's scared eyes. "I'm taking this back," he said, taking his beer back and finishing it.

"Don't worry, Bucky. I'm fine. I'm just a little more outgoing when I drink, that is all."

A screeching sound made you turn your head : Steve had just plugged a microphone into the speakers.

"Alright, so, as you all know, tonight's Y/n's thirtieth birthday. For the occasion, I'm sure she'll gladly treat us to a speech now."

If looks could kill, Steve would've died on the spot, super soldier or not. You never had inspiration for that kind of stuff.

"C'mon guys, she needs some encouragement," Sam chimed in.

Tony and Peter both whoo'ed at you with huge smiles, and you had no other choice than going on that improvised stage which consisted of the space between the speakers. You took the microphone from Steve's hand and Nat handed you a beer.

"Oh my, thanks for that," you said, chuckling. "I want to thank you all for coming. You might have known me for a while, or not, but hum...you guys are family. I couldn't be happier to celebrate thirty years on Earth with you." You raised your bottle in front of you. "To found family."

Everyone drank to that, and you jumped as Sam placed his hand on your shoulder and started speaking in another mic.

"So many emotions there, I love to see it. Now we're not done with you. Remember that night in Brooklyn?"

"Oh no."

"Oh, yeah... we're gonna do it. And you're gonna love it, don't you dare say otherwise."

You stared at Sam before downing your drink. He was damn right.

"Okay Scott, fire away!"

"Toniiight, I'm gonna have myself a real good time..." Sam started singing this fabulous bop as the music soared in the air. You obviously joined him right away.

"I'm burning through the skyyyyy, yeah." You probably were not singing right, but you couldn't have cared less. Everyone around you was singing – more like yelling – along and you finally let go of your last inhibitions. You were singing and dancing, pretending you were the international rock star giving a representation. For once, you saw a wide smile on Bucky's face that couldn't seem to go away, and you decided to have fun with him a little. You pointed at him and smiled as you basically jumped to the beat.

"I'm a sex machine ready to reload like an atom bomb about to oh, oh, oh, oh exploooode!"

He couldn't help but laugh and he even started tapping his feet to the beat as well. You went back to Sam and you ended the song back to back, definitely yelling more than you were actually singing.

"See, I told you you'd love it!" he exclaimed.

You laughed out loud before handing the mic to Scott. "You have fun now, I gotta rest for a sec."

You happily got back to Wanda and Bucky as Scott and Sam were joined by Peter to keep this improvised karaoke going. Your sister was less than surprised, since this wasn't the first party she had with you. Bucky, on the other hand...

"I didn't know you could do that," he said with a grin.

"What, absolutely slay the day with a mic in my hand? Hell yeah I can, only after some drinks though."

"Yeah, I don't know if your cheeks are this red from drinks, dancing or just regular blush."

You chuckled at his laugh, even placing your hand on his shoulder while doing so. When your eyes were done squinting from all the laughs, you froze.

"Darren, I-"

"That science guy let me in."

Bruce shot you a sorry look, raising his hands in the air. "He wouldn't let me ask you for your opinion first anyway."

Damn, you hadn't realised how much everyone disliked your husband. After all, no one had ever been rude to his face, unlike his friends. Bucky turned around to face him and crossed his arms over his chest : his smile was long gone now, as if it had been only a fever dream.

"You put on quite a show there."

"Wow, so not even a 'happy birthday', huh?" You didn't even look down this time : you stared at him, no trace of a smile on your lips. "When I said you could come if you wanted to, I didn't say that so you could come and be condescending."

"I'm not gonna wish you a happy birthday after I saw you hit on that guy in a fucking song!" he yelled, pointing at Bucky. Darren's anger was so unjustified that you would've laughed at him, hadn't you been remotely nice and equally angry at him.

Bucky didn't say a word as he slowly put Darren's hand down. You noticed he'd used his metal arm, even though you knew for a fact he was right handed and usually prioritised his dominant hand. That was quite passive-agressive ; you held back a smile.

"Do you even hear what you're saying?" Keeping your cool was not an option anymore, and you walked away from everyone. Contrary to Darren's belief, you didn't like 'putting on a show'.

"We're going home, now," he said firmly. "Your little crisis lasted long enough."

"My crisis? You've left me alone at home for days and now you expect me to come back? You're unbelievable, Darren. And you started pulling this shit before we were even engaged!"

"You never complained about this, so why do it now?"

"Because I can't take it anymore! Is that so hard to believe? Is it hard to understand that I want to be treated the way I deserve?"

You ran a hand through your hair, looking at Darren in disbelief as the anger in his eyes just grew harder.

"You know what?" you continued. "If you have nothing better to say, I might as well just go back to the people who really love me. As far as I'm concerned, this" — you gestured at the both of you – "is over."

You turned around, feeling a huge confidence boost that still wasn't strong enough to overcome your disappointment.

"What's that on your back?" His voice was so low compared to seconds earlier that you looked back at him.

"What?"

He walked up to you fast, but too slowly not to be noticed by Steve and Bucky, who'd been watching the scene carefully. Despite their obvious strength, they couldn't get to you before Darren violently lifted the back of your t-shirt, scratching your back with his nail at the same time. You let out a cry and next thing you knew, Darren was pinned against the wall, held back by Bucky's arm.

"You lied," he whispered. "You do have a tattoo."

Damn. You had always been careful to wear high waisted jeans. All it took was one careless pair of shorts. You had no answer to give to him, so Darren looked at Bucky instead.

"It's you. Right? I fucking knew it." He looked back at you. "I should've known you weren't to be trusted around other guys. You're such a-"

"I think you should leave." Steve had laid his hand on his friend's shoulder to try and calm him down. Bucky let go of your husband and shot you a side glance to check on you. You were crossing your arms on your chest and your eyes had never been more interested in the floor.

"Steve's right," you uttered. "You should go." You walked away with these words. You hadn't even noticed there was no longer any music playing in the room. Silence was oppressing and everyone seeing you cry was not an option. You walked to your room in daze. Once you felt the door closing behind you, you allowed yourself to break down. It was a knock on the door that made you tilt your head up a few minutes later.

--- You have no idea how excited I am for part 9!!! If I wasn't strictly following my self-imposed rule of having two unpublished chapters at all times, I would post it right away. x) I hope you liked this one!! Feel free to give me any notes you may have : I improve thanks to readers.

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syalmazhafira17 · 3 years

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Ever Since New York

A/N: Hello! This is my first HS fanfiction for the Playlist Fic Challenge hosted by @harrystylescherry. I didn’t specified any Harry era, you could imagine any Harry era you want to! I think this is also a reader insert fanfic, but well, hopefully it does. The pronoun I use here is she/her. I know this is not the real meaning of the song, but the actual meaning of the song triggered me myself, I didn't like to write about it, I'm sorry. If there’s any mistakes, please let me know because English wasn’t my first language. And if you’d like to give me reviews or talk to me, you could absolutely do it! Happy reading! XOXO, Syalma

Word Count: 5.1k

TW: car accident

“I’ve been praying ever since New York” – Ever Since New York

Things started in a place. And for Harry, it was New York.

New York City might not be the most romantic city in general public, but for the Harry Edward Styles, the city is a gift for him. The sweetest memory started here, in the city. When every now and then the city was always busy, but he found comfort in the middle of it. Something he previously never thought to find about in this city.

///

He was just shuffling through the crowd in Times Square. It was at night in the busy hour. He was wrapped in a thick jacket and sunglasses, and everything was so packed, even people, and anyone barely notices him. Which he was thankful about, because it was already a tiring day for him in the studio. It’s already late in his opinion and all he wants is jump on his bed right away. Or maybe a cuddle, even, only if he has someone to cuddle.

The thought stuck in his head, and that night, God given him what he wishes quietly. He bumped into a girl in the Metro. The girl turned around, rising her eyebrow in confusion. When she saw him, she started to freak out. Her head already in a negative view. She step aside a little, giving a space between him and her. He wanted to mumble an apology, before realizing the girl already stepping away from him.

She looks like she’s a college student, he thought. And before he knew it, she snapped her eyes at him alarmingly. He knew she can’t see his eyes staring at her like a lost puppy found its owner, but it surely already makes way to her instinct.

“Sorry,” he mumbled and turned away, locking his eyes at the ceiling of the Metro track.

He didn’t know, that ever since that day, she will be stuck in his daydreams, and out of the blue, making way to his songs and writings.

Ever since the metro, she’s all he thinks about.

///

Their faith tied together again. It’s lunch time and they both met again in the restaurant.

She was looking around the place to find one single unoccupied chair. Her eyes fell on two, one in front of a smoking men and one in front of the curly-headed men. She hates the smoke, and for the sake of it, she makes her way through the table.

“Hello, I’m so sorry to disturb your lunch, may I sit here by any chance?” she asked. The men turned around. He looks right back at her, with bright green eyes and hazelnut curls on top of his head. A moment of silence as Harry regains back his memory of the Metro girl he bumped into.

“I’m so sorry, if you didn’t want to. I’ll find another seat,” she brought her tray away, walking to the opposite direction from the table.

“Hey, um, I didn’t mean to. You can- you can seat here,” he nodded, chewing his lips. He has been thinking about her for some times, once he already got the girl, he messed it up by just looking at her.

“Oh— thank you so much!” she smiled brightly as she turns back to the table and set down her food tray.

They ate in silence for a few minutes, before he speaks up after a war with his gut.

But she did it first.

“I’m sorry, but you look familiar, have I met you before?” she asked.

His mind glued at her until he forget to answer it until she cleared her throat in a code to snap him back to reality.

“Eh, sorry, sorry. Yeah, we’ve met before. In the Metro, the men bumping at you at busy hour,” he scratches the back of his neck, like he always do when he was nervous.

“New York is really a city of possibility. Who knows I bumped into Harry Styles on a Metro?” she laughed. Harry’s smile makes its way back to his face. There’s something about this girl he was very fond of.

“You know…me?” he asked in disbelief.

“Of course I do. Like everyone else. I’ve been a fan,” she nodded.

“You didn’t, don’t get me wrong, look like one,” he stared at her. He wanted to hear her way of saying ‘I do’ in front of their families and kissed in front of everyone. With him.

“Well, I am. Not all fangirl looks like they are a fan, aren’t we? But yeah, I’m a fan. Dying to get a quick snap of you, but I figured you will quickly find my phone’s camera lens as soon as I snap it, considering your sixth sense of it and me sitting only separated by a table, so that might not be a good idea. And yeah, maybe I look calm outside, don’t be tricked by it. I freaked out inside,” she laughed. There’s something about the way she talks that makes him mesmerized by it. He gulped down.

“Do you want a snap?” he offers. Her eyes look back at him in shock. She slowly nodded. She offers her phone, but he already pulled out his.

He snap their picture quickly before he sends it.

“Do you have an Apple product phone? So, it will airdrop?” he asked.

“Eh, no, I have an Android, but I have my iPad with me. Give me a sec,” she pulled out a device from her backpack. She turned it on and Harry sends the picture to it. He glances at the name of her device. y/n’s iPad. y/n. A name he will remembers.

Looking at him glancing at the name of her iPad, she suddenly realized.

“Oh yeah, I’m sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m y/n,” she offered her hand.

“Nice to meet you, y/n. I’m Harry,” he giggled.

“Hi Harry,” she said, in a soft tone, that makes him wanted to listen to it for the rest of his life. They both laughed and continued their food.

Ever since the restaurant, he wonders if their faith will collide once again.

///

“Hello, um, no, that’s…probably not a good tone, you have to use the perfect charming tone. Not too low, not too high, not too fast, not too slow. Hey. That’s too informal,” he chippers in front of his bathroom’s mirror.

He didn’t know how much luck he could get right now. He got her phone number, for some weird connection only God knows exist. She was one of his mates’ old friend. Her contact was buried beneath his’ phone for ages and he managed to pull that out of his contact and have the courage to save the number in his phone and gave the girl he met by coincidence a call in one fine Saturday night. And managed to croak out a question in the middle of his nervous state on that simple call.

And fast forward a week, here he is standing in front of the mirror, practicing his line over and over while his nervousness ripping him off little by little. He doesn’t know how he have this whole luck of her.

His phone suddenly rang, snapping him out of his thought and sprinting to his phone as quick as possible. He pulls up the green button after glancing at the caller’s ID.

“Hey, Harry,” she greeted. Her voice ran down his spine and gave him a comfort he never felt before with anyone else.

“Hello,” he said. A dead silence for a moment before she continued speaking.

“Um, I don’t know if I disturb you, I’m so sorry if I do, but I’ve been waiting for about 45 minutes, and I wonder if you will go on the date or cancel it? Because if you want to cancel it, then it’s okay. I’m just checking.”

Harry looking up at the clock on the wall. The clock showed him the time that felt like a slap at his face. And her soft voice asking him in concern make him regret his own feeling. He was supposed to be where she is now an hour ago, he planned on coming earlier than her to make a good impression, but now he’s late, like really late. There will be no way she’s going to forgive him nor agree to go on the second date with him.

“Oh God, I’m so sorry, I– I just lost track of time, I’ll be there in a sec,” he stuttered. He push his phone to his pocket, ran to his keys, and flung himself to his Range Rover and hit the road as fast as the law allowed him to sped up.

He arrived in the span of 15 minutes from her phone call, panting and sweating, as well as nervous and panicking, scared to look at her face once she pulled up to the passenger’s side of his car. She raised an eyebrow before touching his bicep softly to distract him from his thoughts.

“Harry?” she asked. “Are you alright?”

“Uh- yeah, I’m okay,” he nodded quickly.

“You look pale and sweating,” she examined his face.

“I’m great, that’s just…my natural features,” he tumbled over his words. “Shall we go?”

“It’s okay if you’re not feeling good, I could just go home,” she looks at him with a concerned face.

There will be no way he will let her let out of his grasp. He was already in the edge of not getting her by forgetting the time, he won’t let her go home alone this time.

“I’m perfectly fine, we’ll go to one of my favorite restaurant,” he stated, the thought simply giving him a new pump of confidence.

“Oh, alright, we’ll go then,” she relaxed to the seat and buckled herself. He drives through the night glow of New York with Brooklyn Bridge and Miss. Liberty watching him. Watching quietly as Harry Styles trying his best to get the girl he dreamed of by picking up the rest of the pieces left about him in her that he already broke. And this city being the quiet paparazzi recording every step of him got the love of his life.

Ever since the date, he knew he will do anything to be with her.

///

He shifted in his sleep, making himself a little more comfortable, while scooting further to her arms. She wrapped her arms around his wide form graciously, mumbling something before inhaling his scent to soothe herself to go back to sleep.

They tangled together in her bed, sheets crumpling beneath their bodies. They didn’t need it anymore; each other’s warm presence was more than enough to keep them safe and sound in the summer night.

They have been official for a couple months now, 7 months to be precise, after him, being a nervous wreck having the courage to ask her to be his and his only. He was nervous, sweat covering his palm, and his voice trembling as he asks her. He doesn’t know how he did it, but he did end up driving home with her hand in his and a thin layer of her lipstick left on his lips. And when he got back to his own place, he screamed from the balcony to the busy road beneath, doesn’t even spare a glance at pedestrians looking up at him weirdly, or the fans started to clicking their cameras up secretly, or paparazzi recording him. In his mind, the world was just him and her.

His eyes flicker open, looking up to her, who sleeps peacefully. He stays there and just watching her breathing rhythm. He loves it when she got into peace like this, with no crease between her brows or an upset face painted on her beautiful face.

“Are you going to creepy stare at me forever or tell me what time it is?” she asked, her eyes still closed.

“Both, it’s around 1 in the morning darling,” he said sweetly, kissing her shoulder.

“Great! Now tell me everything you wanted to ramble on,” she said jokingly.

He knows she was joking, but he did anyways. He spoke up.

“I want babies, to cuddle! To squish their little chubby cheeks. How cute would that be? They will have green eyes and curly hair like I do, and they’ll have tiny smile that looks like yours! And we’ll squish their tiny faces and kiss them and we’ll spoil them with so much love and—and—and—Gucci!” he giggled after the word came out. Of course, Harry’s staple, Gucci, will be on the list of his babies.

“And we’ll put them in bear onesies I saw on Pinterest the other day! And we’ll paint the walls soft yellow, and we’ll get to cuddle them in our arms at night, and they will squirm in our arms, and when they wake up hungry in the middle of the night, I’ll come to them so you’ll sleep. And I can stop my work while they were little, could almost be packed in the suitcase I brought on tour! And when they got old enough, we’ll go around the world and they’ll meet a lot of people, will see the world in real life. And then…they’ll grow up,” he ended his ramble about babies in a sad face, realizing babies could grow up too, and they will not be so little anymore.

“And then, you’ll make more,” she ended the whole story for him.

“You? Why not— oh yeah, I’m sorry,” he looked down like a sad kitten. “We never talk about this before.”

“No, that’s not what I meant. We’ll be a little family, with babies like you want, yeah? Their little faces and cheeks, want to squish and kiss them already,” she fixed her words. He looked up at her again excitedly.

“And we’ll have kittens! Cute little fur balls in the couch!” he continued on.

He continues to talk about kittens. How cute they were, how many will they have, and how he will fed them.

“I love cats lots, but not as much as I love—” his eyes widen after he realized what he just said.

“I love…?” she didn’t have a single clue what he was about to say. And he was thankful for it. “Babies?” she guesses.

“No,” he shook his head.

“So…what?” she furrowed her eyebrows. “Working in the bakery?”

“You, I love you,” he finally decided to risk it all and said the three words that have been stuck in his mouth for the past months.

“I…Harry,” she said sternly.

“Yes?” he looked up at her like a scared kitten.

“Are you sure about those words?”

“With my whole heart, darling.”

“Like sure, sure?”

He nodded quietly.

“I love you, too,” she whispers right to his ears and kissed his pink lips.

His cheek and his nose flushed red. He couldn’t believe that he just did it.

Ever since that night, he knows he wants to spend evermore with her.

///

He was in LA again. Not staying in New York. It’s the fifth time he did it, with no preparation call, but just a quick text once he arrived. Leaving her confused for a moment before processing her boyfriend’s quick news. She was already living in his New York apartment he purchased for both of them, but he was barely there. At bright days, he spent it with his guitars, music, and studios, and at night he conquers the music industry concert. At weekends, he was busy to move around the world, too busy to text his girlfriend about his plan and whereabouts.

Today, she had enough of it. She stormed out of her class with angry fingers pressing the buttons of his number. Those all because he already sent the text ‘In LA babe, don’t wait x’. But who wants to wait for a week before he came back to NY, gave her a proper talk about his plan, and if he remembered about him having a girlfriend, plan on a date afterwards?

First call, doesn’t get answered. Second call, to voicemail after a few ringing. Third call, straight up to voicemail.

She grumbled beneath her breath, cursing, before trying again. On the last ring, he finally picks up.

“Hello, babe, have you gotten my text?” he asked.

“No, you come home tonight, or I’ll leave,” she said sternly. She doesn’t want to look scary by the people she met in the hallway, but her eyes says otherwise. But she didn’t care much. She cares about the fact that her lover just left her with a short text.

“Hey? What’s wrong with you?” his voice turned from bouncy and happy to a stern confused one.

“You’re the one that needed to be asked that way,” she scolded.

“Darling, I’m not going to be in the joke right now, I have some big stuff to do,” he frowned.

“OH, your girlfriend you just left in New York wasn’t a big stuff? Okay, don’t expect me to wait a week alone in that bloody apartment,” she huffed before hanging up as quick as possible, making sure she did it as he speak up explaining his problem.

He cursed underneath his breath when the call line got cut off. Jeff, reading his face, looked over.

“You okay, Harry?” he asked.

“Yeah, yeah, just…y/n acting up,” he mumbled.

Jeff didn’t answer, he just nodded before speaking to someone on the other end of his own phone call. While Harry tried his best to not thinking about his upset (and alone) lover back in New York, he just…failed miserably. At the time the clock strikes midnight, he gave up to his feelings and book a ticket back to New York.

He got into the plane at 3 AM, bouncy and a nervous wreck. He was scared of what might y/n does. Breaking up? Almost a bit dramatic, but doesn’t make it zero possibility. Mad at him? She does now. No need to wonder. Leave the house? She probably plan to right now. Driving at midnight and blasting sad songs in her car? Not Harry’s type, but hey, y/n is y/n. She could be doing that at this very moment. Getting drunk in a dive bar with her college friends? She was barely past drinking age, and she doesn’t like alcohol much, but everyone seeks comfort when they fight with their significant others right? Stress eating on McDonald’s drive thru or eating a tub of ice cream, crying over a random TV Show? It’s nothing bad compared to other possibilities, but he doesn’t want to know it was because of him. Because in each possibility, he imagined her crying and mad at the same time.

And when he dropped his bag at their apartment, the first view he saw wasn’t a crying y/n, an empty house, a drunk version of his girl, or a girl crying with an ice cream tub or McDonald’s packaging. Instead, she curled up into a ball in the sofa, must have been fallen asleep at some point at night, blanket messily covering her figures, and the TV playing a random bad TV Show. He went immediately soft by the sight in front of him, but he quickly remembered about his problem.

He didn’t want to wake her up and as bad as he wanted to curl up in the sofa and scooping her in his chest (because he know she won’t even think twice to push away whoever cuddle her without her knowing) so he went to the bathroom and cleaning up himself a little before moving to kitchen and made some coffee.

She woke up 30 minutes later, squinting at the light before fully aware of other people existence in the apartment. Her hazy mind translates it as a stranger, but once he dropped a pan and cursing, she knew it was Harry.

She pushed her feet against the carpet and walked towards the kitchen.

“Oh sorry, sweetheart, did I wake you?” he asked.

“Care to come home, Styles?” she didn’t even bother to say hi or answer his question.

“Love…I’m sorry,” he plead.

“No, no, that’s okay. I’m pretty fine alone here, with no company, and with my non-existence physically boyfriend,” she said sarcastically. “He was busy being a company to everyone until he forgot to be a company for his own girlfriend.”

“I wasn’t…I’m sorry, can’t you forgive me? I texted you, I let you know where I am,” he argued.

“That’s okay if you don’t,” she said before taking out her cup and filled it with water carelessly. “I’ve had enough of you anyway.”

It hits Harry harder than he thought it intended to be, so he grabbed her wrist and forced her to look at him, even with a disgusted expression.

And that night, they ended up cuddling on the couch and watching The Notebook with a huge tub of Haagen-Dazs in the middle of them. Half finished, with two scoops stuck out.

Ever since that day, he knew and promised he didn’t want to hurt her in anyway.

///

“Are you Mr. Harry…?” someone at the other end of his phone called.

“Who are you? What are you doing with her phone?” he asked aggressively. He felt sick since he woke up this morning, all he wanted was her to cuddle up against his chest.

“I’m Doctor Alex, and I’m from Brooklyn Hospital Center, are you Harry, sir?” he asked once more.

“What happened to her?” his heart sinks. He didn’t even confirm his name.

“I need you to calm down, sir,” the doctor finally gave up, assuming by himself who he was talking to was really the Harry in the girl’s emergency contact.

“What happened to my y/n?” he asked, rushing out of his bed, threw the comforter off his body.

“I’m sorry to inform you this, but you are the emergency contact in this phone. The girl, the owner of this phone, has been in an effective car crash. No relatives or friends with her during the accident,” the doctor explained briefly. “She’s in coma.”

Harry didn’t answer. His heart sinks, his soul felt like just left his body, his stomach dropped, he froze in place, he couldn’t believe the news, he didn’t want to. He wanted to wake up. Maybe this is just a bad dream, and when he woke up he still has her safely tucked in his arm, and smiling at him. And she will kiss his stubble as he stirs from sleeping, and they will stay like that for 15 minutes before the band called him and yelling from the other line about ‘discipline’ and ‘you lovebirds should’ve kept a clock to see the time’.

He hung up his phone as quick as he could and threw himself to his car.

He drove through New York City street in full speed. He doesn’t care about the laws he broke, how many tickets he will get once a police officer caught him. His mind got clouded by the doctor’s words. This time, Brooklyn Bridge and Lady Liberty watch him, not aiming for a girl’s love, but to aim a hope she will be his forever, not with a tie of marriage, but…he doesn’t even want to think about it anymore.

He parked his car messily and sprint to the front table.

“I’m Harry. Harry Styles. I’m…the girl in the car crash, I want to see her,” his mind can’t even form a perfect sentence.

“Sorry sir, who are you to her?” she asked.

“I’m her…her…boy-husband!” he almost yelled. The nurse knew he wasn’t even her fiancé, but from the panic in his voice, trembling frame, and a mess he is, she finally let him.

When he met her, she was inside a glass room, he wasn’t even get to be in the same room as her. He just watched her breathing heavily with an oxygen tank, the only thing that kept him believing she is alive is the beeping loud noise of machines stuck on her body. She looks miserable, bruises all over her body, casts on her arm, bandages, she looks so…fragile. He just wanted to scoop her up into a hug and kiss her, tell her she’s going to be okay, they’re going to have babies like they always dreamed of. They will have their first house, they will watch their babies grew up as much as he hated the fact that babies will get older one day, they will be old people in their 70s, but she will be the most beautiful girl he has ever seen in her 20s. But he can’t right now, and he felt helpless.

It has been almost 7 hours since he arrived and he doesn’t even spend a second take his eyes off of his girl. Nothing progresses much, but he knew she has to survive. So they could pursue their dreams together, just like they always talk about. At this point, all he wanted was for her to flicker her eyes open and look at him. And he will do the rest, he will pick her up whenever she wanted, he will kiss her, he will give her all the affection he has, he will give her all the love he has even until his heart bleed, he will hold her so tight so she will be always safe no matter the circumstances. He will do anything for her to just open her pretty eyes and look at him.

“If you aren’t going to eat something, you won’t be able to take care of her, um, later,” one of the nurses tap his shoulder. The crack of her end of sentence made Harry gulp down a lump in his throat. She knew her condition better than him. And he knew it, the crack on her word of ‘later’ doesn’t got missed by him. He nodded, the nurse’s words are true, she needed him to be okay.

So he took his time to go to the bathroom and wash his face, looking at the tiredness in his eyes, and he took some time to grab something from the cafeteria, a weird looking bread, looks like have been behind the glass display for ages, but he couldn’t care less. He shoves the bread to his mouth while running to get to her place.

“Sir, are you Harry?” a doctor rushing to his side. Suddenly he felt so empty. The panic in the doctor’s voice, his pale face, Harry doesn’t want to imagine what had happened to his girl.

“You might want to talk to her, she is going to be rolled to the operation room,” the doctor said.

Suddenly Harry felt weak in his knees. The bread feels like its going to threw itself out. He took masks and some weird gown the nurse handed him, and he rushed to her side. The beeping noises louder now he’s inside the room, but the only sound he could hear right now is her troubled heavy small breathing.

“Hi, darling,” he walked towards her with shaky limbs. “They- they said I could talk to you right now, I have weird feelings about it, but you are going to be fine. I- I will propose and we’ll have cute babies like we always talk about. I won’t leave your side again. We- we’ll have our happy ending.”

He kissed her cold fingers. It’s like the world were just the two of them again. No one around her. No weird beeping noise from the computer. No Harry Styles the popstar or y/n y/l/n the college girl. Suddenly they are just Harry and y/n again. Just both of them. In the room. y/n fighting for her life, and Harry, as helpless as he look like, helping her subconsciously.

“y/n, sweetheart, I don’t know if you could hear it, but I’ll be with you. I’ll be here, I’ll be by your side, you don’t have to be afraid, because your Harry will be here, honey. No matter how deep you fall, how hard the challenges, how hurt I will got, I’ll always be there for you. Your Harry will protect you, if it’s cold or hot, if it’s dark or bright, I’ll be by your side, kiss every single tears and cuts it will cause, and you don’t have to be afraid nor alone anymore. Because your Harry will be there for you. Always.”

And then he rolled out of the room. Out of Harry’s grasp, no matter how hard he tried to keep her close. She had gone to the room where her life will be on the thin border.

And Harry, with tired eyes and shaky breath, ran to the empty room outside the glass room and cried. Cried like he never did before. Cried until his tears dried. He dropped to his trembling knees.

“God, I-I know I barely talk to You. But this time…I beg You, please don’t let her taken away from me. I know she will be in no more pain, but I’m too selfish for it, I can’t live without her. I can’t function properly without her. I know I didn’t treat her the best before, but give me a second chance to take care of her. To smell her scent again, to kiss her hairline, brush her hair, give her all I could give, give her all the comfort she needed, give her all my love until my heart bleed. Just…give me one more chance, and I will treat her better,” his shaky voice somehow formed a proper sentence. His cheek wet with stained tears. His breath hitched. His chest felt heavy. He doesn’t even know who he is, when his girl still in the room. “Let me take one more chance to call her mine,” he let out a hitched scream.

After a long waiting and more tears spilled, when the clock told him it was 9 PM, she rolled out of the operating room. He jolted up. Indistinct chatter makes his head felt dizzy. But his main focus was her on the bed.

“Is she okay? What happened?” he could hear his voice yelling those to the medical workers, but he doesn’t even remember saying that.

“Sir, you need to calm down,” a voice called.

“No, no, I don’t need to calm down. I need to know if she’s okay!” he screamed.

“Sir, you have to,” the voice called again.

“Tell me what happened to her, tell me if she’s okay!” he yelled once more.

“Sir, take a deep breath and you’ll get to meet her,” the sentence made him stopped and slowly turned around. His eyes begging for explanation.

“Tell me how she is,” he whispered brokenly.

“She’s…you might want to see her, she might want you to talk to her,” the lady doesn’t even told him how she’s doing. And he knew it. He has only a few percent chance to have her wrapped back in his arms. And only God will gave him it.

The lady (soon he realized she is a nurse), lead him into a room. Not a glass room like she used to be placed, but a more private room, but it doesn’t make him feel any better because she was limp on the bed.

He walked in with shaking legs. The door closed behind him, and his knees gave up. He dropped to the cold floor of the hospital and cried for God knows how many times he had cried. His voice cracked. “Give me one more chance to love her again.”

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Family Meeting - jj maybank × reader {one shot}

Summary: for the first time you decide to take your pogue boyfriend at your family's annual meeting, and let's say that your relatives didn't have the best reactions in the world.

Pairing: jj maybank × kook!reader

Warnings: language, underage drinking, mentions of hook ups?, "drunk" driving [IF YOU DRINK DON'T DRIVE]

Word count: 3.3K (is this big? idk)

A/N: hell yeah, i'm a shitty writer. Y/f/n means "your full name" btw

not my gif, credits to the owner ;)

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Your surname is pretty infamous at the Outer Banks, your dad owns one of the biggest parts of Tannyhill, what makes you full kook. That's why you always lived in that shitty bubble wrap, you understand that living in the Figure 8 gave you privileges that you wouldn't have if you lived on the south side, and you hate the fact that everyone around you always pretend that everything is perfect when there are people to miles from there surviving from water and bread. But, as a blessing, a while ago your friend Sarah Cameron started dating John B, a Pogue guy who worked for the Cameron's, and you also started to hang out with them, and that's where your life started. At first your parents didn't liked your "new life", but they also did nothing to stop you (probably because they knew you would find a way to sneak out). You found your real crew with the Pogues, they were very receptive with you, John B is really kind and fun (way better than Topper, Sarah's ex boyfriend); Kie became your third musketeer, she's smart and is always there for you; Pope is your favorite nerd eveeer, y'all would be screwed without him. And last but not least, JJ Maybank, at first you thought he was cute, at second that he was a stubborn dumbass, and third? Oh, third you've fallen in love with him.

That's what brings you here, getting dressed for the Y/l/n's annual meeting at the Country Club, while JJ, your actual boyfriend is sitting on your bed with a messy hair and a clumsy suit. This meeting is nothing but a bullshit that your parents "require" you to go every year, you actually don't like it a lot, but today you are especially excited, you can't wait to see all your old aunts and envious cousins staring at you, when you arrive holding hands with your Pogue boyfriend. The most handsome Pogue of this island.

"Hey, J, which one is better, this one or this one?" you asked showing him your hands, each one holding a different pair of earrings.

"Hmm, this one." he pointed to your left hand with a smirk after carefully observed both the jewels.

You whispered a "thanks" and turned back to the mirror, putting the bright jewels on your ears. You were giving a last check on your marine blue dress, when you heard a knock at your half opened door.

"We're waiting for you kids." your dad tried to disguise the complain with a smirk.

"Sorry for the delay, dad, you know how long it takes for me to get ready." you pouted leaning on the door "But you and mom can go ahead, JJ and I will go with my car in a little while." you looked at your boyfriend and smiled when he waved to your father.

"You sure?" you quickly nodded "Okay then, see you there." the gray haired man sighed and went down the stairs.

"Thank you, daddy." you murmured but he definitely didn't listened.

"Can you just don't call him daddy when I'm around? It's kinda awkward." he slyly said when stood up from your bed.

You giggled rolling your eyes and walked towards him, looking up to stare his blue eyes "I never thought I would live to see JJ Maybank wearing a suit." you joked.

He just looked away and gave a shy laugh, while you delicately straightened his tie and collar. As much as you are excited, you don't see the same in JJ's expression, let's say he is not extremely comfortable in the middle of the Lion's den, as the Pogues call places with many Kooks.

"Come on babe, spit it out, what's wrong?" you ask kindly wrapping arms around his neck.

He shook his head hesitating to speak, but only with your gaze he eventually convinced himself that you wouldn't let it go unnoticed.

"Are you sure you want me to go? I mean, it's a family thing and-" he was about to vent put you stopped him.

"You are part of my family, JJ." you smiled placing a small kiss on his lips.

"Say it to your father, at this time he must be bad-mouthing me for the rest of your family." he complained snorting.

"So what?" you intertwined each other's fingers on both hands "Look, JJ, I don't care about what my father thinks and says about you, I just want to show up there holding your hand and telling everyone that you are the guy by whom I fell in love, and fuck what those idiots will think! It'll always be you." you sighed relieved after you vent all that was in your throat.

"Wow, unexpected PDA from my little girl uh?" you felt the heat blushing your cheeks, but he immediately filled your face with plenty kisses.

"I meant it, J, I meant it!" you both laughed when you tried to escape from his lips "Let's just go there and enjoy us, eat those weird foods, drink expensive drinks and if it gets too boring we can leave, okay?"

"Fine, fine, I'll go." he rolled his eyes pretending to be angry with you.

You held the boy's cheeks joining his lips lovingly and jumped up to the chair where your purse was hanging.

"I can't wait to see the faces of my envious cousins when they see me coming with the hottest guy on the Outer Banks." you sent a wink and asked him to follow you downstairs.

You drove all the way to the Country Club and when you got there you already saw all the chic decor and the other cars that were in the parking lot. JJ seemed to be nervous again, dangling his legs and biting his nails, but holding your hand before entering the party was what helped him to be calm. As soon as you took the first step, you were surrounded by the looks of everyone, some from close relatives who looked disappointed, and others from people you didn't even know were family members. Soon in the entrance hall you met your parents, talking to one of your aunts, when you were a child you gave her a loving nickname, auntie witchie.

"Hi dad, hi mom! I didn't know that half of Outer Banks was now our family." you teased kissing your parents cheeks.

"Less, Y/n." your father whispered discretely.

"Oh, Auntie Mary! How long I haven't seen you!" you greeted your aunt with an exaggerated (and false) smile.

The lady returned the smile but soon frowned as she spotted the messy blonde hair right behind you, even in a suit JJ was still clearly a Pogue.

"Let me introduce you, this is JJ, my boyfriend!" the boy politely kissed the top of your aunt's hand "I don't think you will need to worry about my relationships anymore."

You smiled confidently exchanging looks at the boy as your aunt seemed to analyze and judge every inch of him with a disgust feature. She looked at your parents and they just sighed and shrug.

"Y/n, darling, can I talk to you for a second?" you nodded in response and your aunt pulled you 2 steps to the side, which did not help from anything if she wanted a conversation reserved.

"What happened?" you asked as if you didn't knew what was coming.

"Is this boy really your boyfriend?" you nodded again, always smiling "And is he a-"

"A Pogue? Yes, he is a Pogue." you cut her even before she could finish the question "Any problem?"

"No, dear, but I mean, don't you think you should look some more? I don't know, someone here in Figure 8, with a good surname, I always thought that you would make a beautiful couple with the Cameron's prodigal son." you sighed thinking about a polite answer for the lady.

"I'm sorry, auntie, but you are completely wrong. I don't need to look anymore, JJ is definitely my lobster." you smiled leaving her confused with your words.

You turned your back politely and pulled JJ by the hand, with the intention of literally walking with him around the room and telling as many people as possible that this handsome blonde, mop headed Pogue is your boyfriend. While walking around the space you drank a few drinks, teased some people and received many, many looks of judgment. In addition to some cousins of yours commenting things like "I heard he was that crazy guy who shouted a gun at the Boneyard". But you couldn't care less, even more after some doses of alcohol.

"I need to go to the bathroom, stay here, it'll only take a sec." you gave a kiss on JJ's cheek before leaving him near the bar counter.

You were on your way back from the bathrooms when bumped into someone. It was Amber, she is your cousin, but you two didn't always get along. One time when you were 7, she threw your plush turtle in the pool and as revenge you stuck chewing gum in her hair. There was also the time when you were in 8th grade and she told your mom that you and Sarah went to Topper's house at night to drink vodka with powdered juice. Well, after that you have distanced and now when you meet by chance you pretend to like each other.

"I'm sorry!" she said with that annoying voice "Oh my God, Y/n, is that you?"

"Yes, cousin, it's me!" you smiled pretending to be excited.

"Look at you! You mean you have boobs now?" yeah, and my boyfriend loves them! okay, that's what you thought, in fact you just smirked raising eyebrows.

"Yeah, I think so. But you remain the same! Just with a little more chemical in the hair." you teased in the same mocking tone of her.

"Y/n/n, always so funny." she let a fake laugh and looked away "Damn, since when did the waiters from the Cut get so hot?"

You turned around and soon realized that she was talking about JJ, who was still leaning against the counter. As much as you were a little jealous for hearing her call your boyfriend hot right in your face, you were also proud to be able to tell her that he is already yours.

"Oh, actually he's not a waiter, he's my boyfriend." you smiled confident biting your own lip.

"Shit, don't mock me Y/n, you and that guy?" she laughed trying to disguise the wide eyes, Amber always made a point of telling that you were too ugly to get a boyfriend.

"Yep, me and that guy." from a distance JJ realized you were staring and then waved at you, who responded with your most proud smile.

"Ugh, I can't really understand what you and Sarah see in those Pogues, they're disgusting." funny to see how she changed her mind just in a few seconds.

"Let's say they're like that song."

"Song? What song?" she asked confused moving her gaze to you.

"You know, harder, better, faster, stronger, oh and add 'bigger'." you slowly said containing your laughter by biting the inside of your cheek.

She stared at you with a shooked look, and speechless. You must admit that the situation was quite satisfactory, seeing your dear cousin unresponsive on learning that you are not the ugly duckling as she always liked to say. You couldn't help but let out a little laugh, and then you excused yourself to return to your boy's arms.

"Who was that?" he asked when you leaned beside him on the counter.

"It's my cousin Amber, I hate her." he giggled and you fake smiled looking over your shoulder to see the fake blonde girl staring at you two.

"So what were you talking about?" he fixed your hair behind your ear gazing you.

"Nothing much, I was just telling her how is to be dating a 'dirty Pogue'..." you teased bending to whisper on his ear.

"Dirty Pogue, huh? And how is it like?" he frowned with a mischievous smirk.

"Well, it can be so many things, and I would risk to say that "dirty" is one of them." you smiled biting you lower lip with your eyes fixated on his blue ones.

JJ smiled back and moved his gaze to your lips, quickly kissing them and moving his wet lips to your cheeks, until reach the sweet spot behind your ear. Fuck, this is pretty good but let's say that the middle of your family meeting isn't the right place for you guys do it.

"J, stop, not right now." you giggled raising your eyebrows and softly pushing him away.

"Why not?" he pouted with puppy eyes.

"Because all my family is seeing us?" you used an obvious tone, 'cause it was obvious.

"Maybe we could sneak out?" you narrowed your eyes thinking about his proposal.

"Soon, first we'll show that people how we move on the Cut." you answered when heard one of your favorite songs playing outside.

You dragged your boyfriend by the hand until you reach the middle of the dance floor, at first he was kinda shy, but being with you makes him feel more comfortable, and as soon you both were already moving your bodies like no one was around. Laughing, drinking and kissing, you were stealing the show, this until you feel someone tap your shoulder and when you turned, you faced a man who was probably the photographer, since he held a professional camera in his hands.

"Excuse me, are you Y/n Y/l/n?" he asked politely.

"Yes, why?" you frowned holding JJ behind you.

"Oh, they're looking for you to take the annual family picture, can you follow me, please?" he pointed to the entrance hall.

"Ah sure, come on baby." you nodded bringing JJ with you.

When you reached the hall everyone of your family was there posing and waiting for you, soon you found your parents on the left side and before joining them, you stopped to straight your hair and JJ's bow tie. When you had just finished fixing his suit, your dad stopped you by your shoulders.

"Y/n, sweetie, I know JJ is important to you, but I think it's best that he doesn't appear with you in the official photos." you frowned when your dad moved his gaze to the blonde right behind you.

"Wait, what are you talking about?" you snapped with a bit angry tone.

"It's nothing personal, honey, it's just 'cause you know, you’re still young and he’s just your boyfriend, we don’t know if it will last long." your father said making you chuckle shooking your head, that's unbelievable.

"Nothing personal, right? So why can Andrew's girlfriend appear in this stupid picture and JJ cannot?" you stormed pointing to your cousin and his girlfriend already posing to the camera.

"Y/n please, don't make a scene." you dad sighed when noticed that everyone looked at you.

"Is because he's a Pogue, isn't it?" you asked with anger burning your face.

"Y/n it's okay, it's just a photo." JJ tried to calm you down and leave it, but you didn't listen.

"You see, sweetie, it's not a big deal." and you're also sick of your dad pretending that everything is perfect.

"You know what? You guys can keep with this Kook bullshit and take this fucking picture, but I will not be part of it." you said confidently causing JJ to giggle behind you and your father give you a pissed gaze.

"What the hell you think you're doing, young lady?" your dad murmured holding your arm carefully.

"I'm throwing off my chains." you stepped back confronting him.

"Y/n, darling, stop it! You're embarrassing me and your father!" your mom shout out when she noticed that you were about to leave.

"Whatever! I'm already the family’s shame!" you shouted taking a few steps back until reaching JJ, who have a proud look in his face.

"Y/f/n! Come back here! You can't do it!" Y/m/n shouted one more time.

"Yeah, but I'm already doing." with a twist on your own feet you answered back while stealing a drink from the waiter's tray that passed by.

At this time everyone is looking at you with wide eyes, your parents flushing in anger and JJ, oh JJ is paralyzed with a huge smile on his face, he's so proud of seeing his badass girlfriend facing everyone to defend him. This was something you wanted to do a long time ago, and a family meeting seemed like the perfect time for you to throw everything up in the air. And that is what you did.

"Oh, I almost forgot!" you stopped making exaggerated expressions "Auntie Mary! You should find your own husband before give hunches on my boyfriends!" you said with a soft tone pointing to your old single aunt standing a few meters from you.

"Y/d/n, you should fix your daughter!" she yelled angry.

"And Amber!" the fake blonde jumped when she heard her name "Cousin, you should try to hook up with a Pogue anytime, they're so fucking hot!" you smiled biting your tongue and looked to JJ, who let out a big laugh and soon disguised because of your father's gaze to him.

Everyone was staring at you and your parents with jaw dropping, you always showed some personality differences compared to the rest of the family, but no one ever imagined you were that bold. Okay, the drinks helped you do that, but they say that when a person gets drunk is when she shows who she really is. And this is you for real. While hearing comments like "How absurd" or "This is a shame", you poured your entire drink in a single sip and dropped the glass on the floor, hurrying to leave that shit party.

"Come on, blondie, are you with me or what?" you raised your eyebrows calling JJ to follow you. He looked at your parents and they gave a serious look to him. But he didn't care right now.

"Sorry, Mr and Mrs Y/l/n," he laughed stepping backwards "your daughter is crazy!"

He shouted shooking his head and turning around to run towards you. You both laughed and you waited for him to embrace you at the big front door, you explicit kissed and left everyone behind, running hand in hand until you reached the parking lot. Inside of your car you two waited for the laughter to lose their strength to catch your breath.

"Oh my God this was insane!" you smiled heavy breathing and looking at the blonde on your passenger seat.

"My girl is a huge badass!" he pulled you for another kiss, this time it was longer and full of proud and desire.

"Okay, your place or the Chateau?" he said breathlessly, pulling away and looking at you.

"Definitely the Chateau. And hope John B isn't home." you gave a nasty smile and started your car.

You're gonna be dead when you see your parents again, but it's fine, still worth it.

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Tattoo artist AU

Pairing: Peter Parker x Tony Stark

Word count: 2,2K

I wrote this for a friend's birthday and they let me post it

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Peter cleaned the exes ink from the fresh tattoo and wrapped it. He explained to the person again what he can and can’t do and then walked him out of the salon. He changed the needle, cleaned the stool and sat down, waiting for his next client.

A sleek car pulled up in front of the salon. One very good-looking man got out of the Audi and looked at the sign on top of the shop. He opened the door, making the bell over in jingle.

Peter turned around at the sound of the bell and smiled.

"Welcome to Peter's tattoo studio! I'm Peter. How can I help you?" He walked up to the person, who turned around to face him.

"Hello darling," the man smiled back at him, "I believe I have an appointment to get my first tattoo"

Peter's mouth watered at the sign of the man in front of him. The male looked strangely familiar and very very handsome.

Peter reached for his notebook and looked over the names.

"You're Tony Stark?"

"The one and only" the man answered.

"Come with me, sir"

"Please, call me Tony"

"Okay Tony. You can sit here," Peter pointed to the stool, "Do you know what kind of tattoo you want? And where you want it?"

"Yes, I know what I want. But before I tell you, your tattoos look phenomenal!" He complimented, looking over Peter's arms.

"Thank you, Tony. Will you tell me what I'm gonna be doing, please?"

"Yes. Yes of course. I want it on my side. Here's a picture" Tony got a phone out of his pocket and scrolled a little before turning it to Peter. The boy took the phone in his hands and observed the picture. It was a single red rose with the words 'love is love' in cursive along the staple.

"Okay," Peter gave him back the phone, "Can you send me the picture. You can get comfortable. You can just lift your shirt or take it of, whatever you're comfortable with"

Tony took of his shirt, revealing his scared chest, and threw it on the chair next to the bed. He was quick with sending the picture, then he lied down on the side that wasn't getting tattooed.

"Take your time, Pete" he said, looking around the room. The boy took the colors he needed and put them, along with the gun on the rollable table. He went to the computer and clicked a few buttons. The printer at the corner of the table buzzed and a single sheet of paper appeared.

"How old are you?" Tony asked, looking over Peter.

"I'm gonna tell you only if you tell me first" the boy said, taking the sheet, a spray bottle and cotton balls and putting them on next to the gun, on the small table.

"I'm 45. Now you" Tony answered.

"You don't look 45. I thought you were 35 at max. I'm 19, turning 20 in a few months"

"You're young. I, to be honest, don't remember that part of my life really well"

"Why?" Peter asked, turning to Tony, "oh, sorry. That's a personal question. You don't have to tell me"

"It's okay. I was drunk most of the time, and high, and I don't mean I was tipsy kind of drunk. I was completely wasted. I stopped drinking anything other than beer when I was 30"

"Oh. I haven't tried anything other than beer. I'm still underage" Peter said.

Tony nodded, falling silent. Peter rolled his chair to the bed and put on gloves. He opened the bottle and poured some of the liquid on the cotton.

"Do you want it here?" Peter pointed around the middle of Tony's side.

"Yes"

Peter ran the cotton over Tony's skin and then threw it in the bin. He placed the print on the disinfected stop and pressed it for a few seconds, then put it aside.

"It's not supposed to hurt much. Tell me if it does" he explained, preparing the gun.

"Okay, Pete"

The boy turned it on and the room was filled with the buzzing sound. Peter made the first line and wiped the exes ink.

"How did that feel?" He asked.

"It didn't hurt at all. You can continue"

Peter nodded and continued with the stem.

"Tony, can I ask you something?" The boy said, breaking the silence.

"Of course"

"You seem very familiar, have we met before?" He wiped away the ink again.

"Do you buy New York Times' magazines?"

"Yes, but what does that have to do with it?"

"I was on the cover a few months ago"

"You were?" Peter asked, amused.

"Yeah, because I confirmed I was gay. It's been a big scandal over the years, my sexuality"

Peter got lost in his thoughts for a second.

"Wait, you're Tony Stark, the CEO of stark industries?"

"The company is mine. I'm not CEO, though"

"You're a millionaire!" Peter exclaimed.

"A billionaire, actually. Don't treat me differently because of my money. I've had enough of that"

"I won't" Peter nodded.

"Can I- can I tell you a secret?" The boy asked.

"Um, yeah, if you want to"

"I'm bi. Nobody knows, well, except you"

"Still in the closet, I see. I completely accept you. Anything else you want to get of your chest?" Tony asked.

"I'm still virgin. Don't laugh at me please. I just haven't found the right person yet"

"I'm not gonna laugh at you Pete. It rare to see that these days. Let's be real, I'm the one in the wrong here, losing my virginity at 14" the man explained.

"You were 14?"

"Yep, and it was with a prostitute. I'm not proud of it" Tony wiggled.

"Don't move" Peter gripped Tony with more force

"Sorry"

An hour later Tony's tattoo was ready. Peter wrapped it and let the man sit on the bed.

"If I, hypothetically, asked you out what would you say?" Tony suddenly blurted out.

"Hypothetically, I'll say yes" Peter answered.

"When do you finish work? I'm gonna get you"

"You're my last client for today"

"Oh, then I'll wait for you to close and then imma take you for a coffee maybe?"

"Yeah, coffee sounds good" Peter smiled at him.

Peter started tidying up the studio, while Tony sat on the stool asking if he can help with anything and the boy saying no every time. Thirty minutes more later they were walking out of the shop.

"Is this your car?" Peter asked, pointing at the flashy yellow Audi parked in front of the studio.

"Yep, my favorite" Tony unlocked said car and opened the passenger door for Peter. The boy sat in and the man closed the door, going to his seat. He breathed in the smell of the car and started the engine, driving off.

"Which coffee shop do you prefer?" Tony asked.

"I make my own coffee at home. You choose, I don't know which is good"

"I make my own coffee as well. Do you wanna come to mine?" He proposed.

"Well, if you don't mind having a stranger in your house" Peter said.

"You're not a stranger. You're Peter" the boy chuckled.

"Okay, we can go to yours" Tony nodded and continued onward.

With the music in the background, the car drive was filled with chatter. They entered the suburbs and Tony parked before one of the fanciest houses Peter has ever seen. They entered the house with Tony being welcomed by his AI. Peter looked around amazed.

"Wow, this place is amazing" the boy exclaimed.

"Thanks," Tony said, leaning on the dark leather couch, "How do you like your coffee?"

"With lots of milk"

"Of course," the man chuckled, "you heard him, J" he told, looking at the ceiling.

"Okay, boss. One black coffee and one with a lot of milk will be ready in a minute"

"Thanks J. Do you mind if I go change?" He asked Peter.

"No, not at all. I'll advise you not to put a shirt on though and you can unwrap the tattoo, let it breath"

"Okay, I'll be back in a sec.

Tony walked down a corridor and Peter was left alone in the living room.

"Mr. Parker, your and sir's coffee are ready and are in the kitchen, the second room on your left"

"Um, thank you Jarvis"

Peter went to the kitchen and took the two steaming cups in his hands. He put them on the table in the leaving room and sat on the couch. Around a minute later Tony was back, now in a pair of sweats with white socks and no shirt on as Peter said he should do.

"Thank you again, the tattoo looks amazing" Tony said as he sat down and taking his cup.

"Well, after all, that's what I do for a living"

A comfortable silence fell over them, they sipped on their coffees.

"Do you plan on going to university?" Tony asked.

"I wanted to go. I was supposed to be in MIT, they accepted me and everything. But then I discovered my passion for tattoos after getting my first one when I was seventeen. I opened the studio when I was eighteen, almost two years ago. And I love my job, it pay the bills. So what else can I want?" Peter explained.

"That's good, that you like what you're doing" Tony agreed.

They started a small chat and before they knew it it was dark outside. When Peter acknowledged that he said, "I should better get going. I don't wanna bother you"

"You're not bothering me, Pete. And since you're already here, why don't you just stay for dinner as well?"

"Well, um, okay. I guess I can stay for dinner" the boy agreed.

"Amazing! I won't try to cook anything because I would probably poison you. What pizza do you like?"

"Pepperoni or margherita"

"JARVIS, order one pizza pepperoni and one margherita, please" Tony said.

"They're on the way sir," the AI said a minute later, "and will be here in twenty minutes"

"Thanks J"

"No problem, sir"

When the pizza arrived Tony put the two boxes on the table in front of them with a pile of napkins.

"Do you wanna watch a movie while we eat?" Tony asked.

"Why not. What movie should we watch?"

"I don't know. I heard that new animated Disney movie was good"

"Do you mean Frozen?"

"Ah, yes, that one. Do you wanna watch it?"

"I don't see why not"

Without saying anything else the movie started playing on the TV.

At the scene where Anna turned to ice and Elsa's love turned her back to life Tony looked at Peter. The boy was crying.

"I guess the tuff guy isn't that tuff" the man said, voice laced with sarcasm.

"I have two arm sleeves of tattoos, yes. That doesn't mean I'm though. I'm actually very feminine. I wear panties and I like lingerie. I would wear skirts and crop tops but I'm scared of what would people think" Peter said through tears, clearly not thinking what he's saying.

"You wear panties?" Tony asked. The boy nodded and stood up, pushing his jeans down, showing his round ass in those black lacy panties he was in. He then pulled his pants back up and sat down wiping his eyes like he didn't just showed his ass. Tony stood there looking shocked. Peter turned to him and looked at him confused.

"Why are you.... I just showed you my ass" the realization hit him like a hard rock.

"Uh huh, you did" Tony agreed, still looking shocked.

"I'm sorry, I- "

"Your ass is amazing," Tony interrupted, "I like you even more now. Wanna see it again too"

"You wanna see my ass again?"

"Yes, and to squish it in my hands"

"I have an idea"

Peter stood up again and took of his jeans, leaving them on the floor. He crawled on the couch and lied on Tony's lap, ass up. The man looked down at him even more shocked than before.

"You'll let me touch your ass?"

"Yep" Peter wiggled, making his ass jiggle.

Tony's hands settled on the roundness, giving it a squish, making Peter giggle. He didn't move his hands after.

"Can we stay like this for a while?" Tony asked.

"Okay," Peter shook his head, chuckling, "but I have a better position for that" he moved so that he was sitting in Tony's lap, their chests pressed together and the man's hands on Peter's ass again.

"Yeah that one is better" Tony said.

They didn't talk much after that. Peter stayed cuddled in Tony's chest and soon found himself drifting off. His head was tucked in the crook of Tony's neck, the smell off his cologne filling the boy's nostrils. When the man realized Peter was asleep he stood up, the boy still in his arms, and walked to his bedroom. He put the boy down and lied next to him, cuddling him from behind. Tony fell asleep too, with Peter in his arms and said boy's ass pressed against his crotch.

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