only4smith

Sonny He/Him Amateur fic writer who writes a lot of fluff Only Bottom Reader/Not Taking Requests

[sonnycampbellsmith]

CHARACTER x MALE READER MASTERLIST:

• Bucky Barnes

• Clark Kent

• Sam Wilson

• Joaquín Torres

• Shang-Chi

• Steve Rogers

• Reed Richards

• Bob Reynolds

• Johnny Storm (TBC)

• Leon Kennedy

• Akihiko Sanada

• Matt Murdock

• Benjamin ‘Dex’ Poindexter

• Buck Cashman (TBC)

• Ryland Grace

[sonnycampbellsmith]

MATT MURDOCK MASTERLIST:

(one-shots)

• Bucky and Matt are into you, you have a hard time figuring out who to be with (ft. Bucky Barnes) 🔞

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BUCKY BARNES MASTERLIST:

(one-shots)

•Finding Bucky at the Wilson Family Home

•Bucky wants your jacket

•You relive your traumatic past after the Avengers arrest a scientist from Hydra.

•Bucky begins to get a little more touchy with you. Everyone starts to notice. ⭐️⭐️⭐️

•Daredevil flirts with you during a mission, Bucky is not amused

•Bucky acts like he’s touch-starved around you

•Bucky’s anger took over his sense of judgement during a mission and you faced the consequences

•Bucky sees how Joaquín and Shang-Chi act around you and he gets jealous

•After the events with Zemo*, you and Bucky take a long awaited vacation. Bucky has something special to ask you. 💍 🔞

•You didn’t expect that capturing The Winter Soldier would cause a flurry of complicated emotions to run through you. ⭐️⭐️⭐️

•You end a phone call with a “we need to talk” and Bucky freaks out

•You and Bucky argue about Zemo, which leads to you breaking off your engagement ⭐️⭐️⭐️

•Accompanying Congressman Bucky as his date to an event

•Moving into a new apartment with Bucky as your neighbour just across the hall

•Bucky sees you with kids and he silently yearns for a family with you

•Bucky was reckless during a mission and you had to fix him up after

•Bucky picks up your daughter from Yelena’s who agreed to babysit for you, unfortunately your daughter learnt a new word that you are not happy about

•Bucky glares at everybody except you ⭐️⭐️⭐️

•Bucky has an interesting but effective way of getting you out of trouble

•After being saved by Tony, you joined the Avengers. Bucky is intrigued.

•Bucky keeps sending you selfies, you find it amusing and endearing

•Bucky finds it amusing that you like to keep taking pictures of him and posting them on your social media, he retaliates

•You were a little obsessed with Bucky’s tongue, Bucky is obsessed with wanting to use his tongue on you 🔞 ⭐️⭐️⭐️

•Bucky can be a little clumsy when he’s a show-off, others may find it laughable but you find it endearing

•A lot of people don’t understand how Bucky got you to date him with his recluse personality, you sometimes wonder that as well

• Bucky gets injured a lot but he doesn’t mind because he gets to see you

• You’re oblivious, Bucky is trying his best and everyone else around you is worried for Bucky’s sanity

• Bucky’s default mood is grumpy until you walk into the room

• You and Bucky keep getting paired up to play a couple on missions, the line between professionalism and romanticism keeps getting thinner

• Bucky loves it when you’re mad at him 🔞

• You’re annoyed at Bucky’s habit of smoking so you offer yourself up as a solution 🔞

• You and Bucky have a lot of tension, Sam and Zemo have to pretend that the both of you aren’t in love

• Sam asks you to join the New Avengers, Bucky realises he gets to have his happy ending with you 🔞

• You need to travel to London for a few meetings with multiple clients on behalf of Stark Industries, Bucky gets assigned as your bodyguard 🔞

• Bucky knows he’s technically your boss, he can’t help falling for you still

• After sharing a hotel bed with you during a mission, Bucky finds himself craving more of you in his life

GYM TEACHER BUCKY SERIES:

•Your Gym Teacher meets your English Teacher for the first time.

•Your English Teacher and your Gym Teacher are hopelessly in love with each other but won’t do anything about it

•Your English Teacher and your Gym Teacher are dating

•Your English Teacher is lusting over your Gym Teacher and it’s driving him crazy 🔞

•Your Gym Teacher and English Teacher celebrate the holidays together

• Your Gym Teacher meets your English Teacher’s ex boyfriend who also happens to be a lawyer

BUCKY COLLEGE AU:

•being roommates with Bucky and Clark in college and being oblivious to their attraction towards you (ft. Clark Kent & Steve Rogers) 🔞

•after finding out that you like both Clark and Bucky, the two men hatch a plan to woo you and have you all to themselves (ft. Clark Kent) 🔞

BUCKY x OTHERS:

•You and Bucky invite Torres for some fun, he immediately jumps at the chance (ft. Joaquín Torres) 🔞

• Bucky and Matt are into you, you have a hard time figuring out who to be with (ft. Matt Murdock) 🔞

[sonnycampbellsmith]

Pairing: Bucky x Male Reader

Synopsis: After sharing a hotel bed with you during a mission, Bucky finds himself craving more of you in his life

Tags: cute, fluff, smitten Bucky, clingy Bucky, pining Bucky, flirty Bucky, Bucky likes to cuddle, friends to lovers, one bed situation

Reader is Songbird. Reader is Tony Stark’s adopted brother. No use of Y/N.

Author’s note at the end :)

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“Should I go back down to the hotel’s reception for a request to change rooms?”

You asked Bucky as you eyed the one bed in your shared hotel room when you had specifically requested for two.

It was already night time and the both of you had just checked into the hotel after a day’s worth of reconnaissance for a mission.

Bucky just chugs his bag full of what you presumed were extra clothes and his belongings on the hotel room’s sofa before turning around and tilting his head at you in question. “Are you uncomfortable, doll? I can just sleep on the floor, no problem.”

You shook your head, feeling slightly ashamed at even imposing the question in the first place.

“No, it’s fine. I just thought you’d be uncomfortable sharing a space. Also, the doll nickname is getting old.” You explained to him, getting a shrug in response before you see Bucky pull out some of his own toiletries.

Bucky huffed out a small laugh. “You’re always dressed up so nicely and I’m fine, I’m not worried about you wanting to kill me in my sleep.”

“Why is that even a thought in your mind?” You gave Bucky a look of disdain, making the man outwardly laugh as he passed by you to get to the bathroom.

Bucky stops right at the bathroom door, looking back at you. “Oh do you wanna share the bathroom or should we request to have two separate bathrooms?”

“Shut up.” You groaned at him, hearing his laugh echo in the acoustics of the bathroom. You rolled your eyes as you unpacked your stuff along with the laptop that you brought along so you could start cataloguing your findings from earlier.

You decided to sit down on the bed as you began typing up your report, not noticing the time pass quickly before you hear the water from the bathroom turn off.

Your eyes glanced at the time on your laptop, realising that at least an hour of your time had passed.

The bathroom door opened and you had to do a double take when Bucky walked out in just a towel that hung low on his hips.

“Your turn.” Bucky’s voice snapped you out of your trance as your eyes met his amused ones before you cleared your throat and set aside the laptop on the bed.

You gathered your sleeping clothes before sheepishly walking past the still very exposed Bucky to get to the bathroom, you missed the cocky smirk on Bucky’s face as you kept your eyes to the floor.

It didn’t take you long to wash up before you dressed yourself up in comfortable sweats. Your eyes widened when you walked out of the bathroom to see Bucky in bed still shirtless with your laptop in hand while in similar sweatpants.

“Aren’t you cold?” You asked Bucky as you made your way back to the bed, the other man handing you back your laptop for you to read through.

Bucky shrugged. “I run hot when I sleep. Anyway, I typed down my part of the mission so you don’t have to work all night.”

“Thank you very much. Also, you wear a hundred layers when we’re out in the day. I refuse to believe you’re having trouble sleeping with a shirt on.” You snorted as you settled next to Bucky in bed and began reading through the report on your laptop.

You feel Bucky shift next to you before you felt his body lean on your side as he looked down at your laptop.

You heart beat quickens at the sudden close proximity, your eyes trying their best to focus on the words on your laptop but you can’t help but take a couple glances at the side of Bucky’s handsome face.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” Bucky murmured, making your face heat up at being caught before you nudged at his shoulder to push him away to his side of the bed as he laughed.

You shook your head at him. “You’re such a dick.”

“Goodnight, doll.” Bucky replied instead as he got comfortable in his side of the bed, your view of him was just his broad back.

You sighed in relief before you continued with the remainder of your report, yawning as you felt the day’s work finally hit you.

You set the laptop aside on the night stand before you got yourself comfortable on your side of the bed, your movements causing Bucky to shift slightly in his sleep but he doesn’t wake up.

You turn off the lamp next to you as you let sleep overtake you, the darkness and the cold air of the hotel room helping you drift off.

You were startled awake a few hours later, the room still shrouded in darkness, when you felt Bucky thrashing slightly in his sleep.

You blinked your eyes blearily as you realised Bucky was having a nightmare before you turned and lightly touched his shoulder.

That created an instant reaction when Bucky suddenly shot up in bed, panting heavily as you saw light sweat on his back.

“Bucky?” You gently called out to him, only to flinch when he turned to you quickly with wide eyes.

Bucky squinted, confusion covering his features before realising where he was. “Doll?”

“Yeah, it’s me. You were having a nightmare, are you okay?” You carefully asked Bucky, unsure if he was still in a state of distress.

Bucky sighed explosively, rubbing a hand over his tired face. “Yeah I’m fine. I’m sorry did I wake you? I can shift to the floor.”

Before Bucky could move, your hand immediately shot out to his fleshed arm to stop him. Bucky turning his head to you in surprise.

“Hey, it’s okay. Just sit here, I’ll go get you some water.” You stood up before Bucky could even argue with you as you made your way to get a bottle of water from the mini fridge.

Bucky gratefully takes the bottle from you before taking a swig. “Thank you, you didn’t have to do that.”

“Don’t worry about it, it’s just water.” You sighed, slipping back into bed. Bucky sitting completely still instead of going back to sleep.

You worry your bottom lip, not really sure what to do or say next but you knew you wanted to comfort the other man so you moved to the middle of the bed where Bucky was.

You reached out, rubbing a hand on his forearm as a comforting gesture. You see Bucky’s tense shoulders loosen as the man sighed softly.

To your surprise, Bucky grabs your hand and squeezes it softly. “Thank you.”

“What for?” You asked Bucky, watching as he turned his head to look at you from over his shoulder.

Bucky squeezed your hand once again. “For not making me feel like a freak.”

“Just come back to bed.” You tugged on Bucky’s hand, pulling him back to the comfort of the pillows.

Bucky was hesitant at first but moved when you insistently pulled his hand until the both of you were laying back on the bed.

Bucky was still holding your hand as you turned your body so his arm was now around your waist, getting an amused huff from the other man.

“If you wanted to cuddle, doll, you could’ve just told me.” Bucky said in amusement as he settled behind you.

You tutted. “If you want to have nightmares by yourself on the floor, you’re more than welcomed to do so.”

Bucky didn’t reply, only chuckling in response before you felt him shift behind you like a warm and cozy blanket that makes you sigh at the comforting feeling of his body against your back.

“Goodnight, doll.”

~~~~~

Bucky grumbled as he woke up, feeling strange about having a peaceful sleep for the first time in years.

Bucky blinked a couple of times to only realise that the side of your bed was empty, wondering how you managed to sneak out of his grip when he was such a light sleeper.

“Good morning, sleepyhead.”

Bucky sits up on the bed to see you walk out of the bathroom, drying your hair with a towel while cladded in just a t-shirt and shorts. It makes Bucky lick his lips at the sight of you being so casual.

Bucky has been harbouring a crush on you for a year or so now, never really having the courage to reveal his feelings to you incase it would ruin the friendship between the both of you.

Still, there’s no harm in flirting.

“Morning,” Bucky replied, his voice raspy from having just woken up. “Did you sleep well?”

You snorted as you made your way back to the side of the bed to check on your laptop, Bucky’s eyes raking over your body before innocently blinking back up when you turned to speak to him.

You cocked an eyebrow at him, an amused smirk on your lips. “I slept just fine but not as well as you, did you know you snore?”

Bucky’s mouth opens in surprise. “I don’t snore.”

You let out a laugh that makes Bucky’s lips quirk at the sound.

“Go take a shower and dress up, it’s almost noon so we have to check out soon.” You told Bucky.

Bucky makes a non-committal noise as he got out of bed. “You gonna wear those shorts out, doll? I mean it’s a nice view but I don’t think it’s very work appropriate.”

“Bucky.” You said in warning, making Bucky raise his hands in surrender before going to the bathroom to wash up.

When Bucky got out the bathroom fully clothed, he was slightly disappointed to see you’ve changed into your normal clothes. He thought you looked beautiful nonetheless but he wasn’t going to embarrass himself by saying his every waking thought about you out loud.

“You’re doing that thing where you stare.” You told Bucky as you were still using your laptop before closing it and turning your attention to the metal-armed man.

Bucky blinked dumbly at you, embarrassed at getting caught and thought he had offended you until he saw the smirk on your face.

“Shall we?” You asked Bucky. “Tony wants me back in time for dinner to catch up.”

“You and your brother are one hell of a cheeseburger eating pair.” Bucky replied in amusement, making you laugh before the both of you filed out of the hotel room.

After separating at the Avengers Tower, Bucky made his way back to his own room. He felt a little defeated looking at his pillow and blanket lying pathetically on the floor.

Bucky had been having trouble sleeping and when he did manage to catch some shut eye, he’d have nightmares that forced him to wake up drenched in cold sweat.

For some reason, that one night with you in the hotel room was the best sleep he’s ever had. Bucky tries not to dwell too much on it as he went about his day until night fell and he was once again, left alone in his room after dinner.

Bucky felt restless, tossing and turning in his makeshift bed on the floor, letting out a sigh and putting his shirt back on before trudging out of his room and to the kitchen of the Avengers’ living quarters for a glass of water.

“Oh Bucky? Funny seeing you here.”

Bucky stopped in his tracks when he saw you already in the kitchen, nursing your own cup of water.

“Hi, doll. Why are you up so late?” Bucky asked you as he got his own cup, feeling his throat a little dry.

Your cheeks tinted red as your eyes looked away from him and Bucky was further intrigued. “I guess I’m having trouble sleeping.”

That makes Bucky quirk an eyebrow at you, considering he was having the same issue as he sipped on his water.

“Well, that makes two of us.”

He watched as you drummed your fingers on the cup you were holding, your eyes distant in deep thought.

“What’s on your mind?” Bucky asked, putting his cup on the kitchen counter before turning his full attention to you.

You turned to him with a shy expression, your teeth worrying your bottom lip. “I don’t know if it’s appropriate of me to say.”

“Hey, come on it’s me. Hell, we even shared a bed together.” Bucky replied, seeing your face get redder at the mention of the night before.

You sighed. “That’s exactly the problem.”

“Oh,” Bucky’s face fell, the feeling of rejection hitting him straight in the chest. “You’re right, it was inappropriate. I understand if you’re uncomfortable around me now.”

Bucky was about to leave when your hand immediately shoots out to grab his wrist, effectively stopping him as he turned to you with a confused frown.

“I’m not uncomfortable around you, Bucky.” You told Bucky in a careful tone, letting go of his wrist.

Bucky sees you gulp nervously as he took a step forward. “Doll, it’s okay. I’m not going anywhere.”

“I think I can’t sleep without you.” You stuttered to Bucky, making the man’s eyes widened in response to your confession.

You huff out a laugh of disbelief, your eyes shifted from Bucky’s face to the cup in your hand. “I can’t believe those words actually came out of my mouth.”

“I feel the same way.” Bucky replied, getting a wide eyed look from you. The redness on your face now traveling down your neck and it makes Bucky’s spine tingle with want.

You nodded slowly, as if unsure of what to do or say next. “Oh, do you maybe want to sleep with me? I mean in the same bed as me.”

The side of Bucky’s lip twitched in amusement at your shyness before he took another step towards you with slight eagerness.

“Lead the way.” Bucky whispered.

You nodded, leaving your cup in the sink before walking off. Bucky did the same as he followed behind you to your room.

As Bucky took a step into your room, he noticed how contradictory yours is to his. Your room felt more lived in with random knick knacks and collections that you got over the years you’ve lived in the tower while Bucky’s was as barren as he thinks his soul feels like.

Bucky’s eyes zeroed in on your bed, it was way too big for one person and he had an inkling Tony had something to do about your comfort ever since he practically adopted you as his little brother.

You had slipped into your side of the bed so Bucky took the other side, he was about to tug on his shirt before he turned to you. “You mind if I take my shirt off?”

“I don’t mind, you slept shirtless the first time anyways.” You responded as you got comfortable in bed, switching off the lamp next to you.

Bucky felt relieved as he took his shirt off, chucking it to the side and getting a noise of disapproval from you.

“You could’ve folded it or hung it somewhere.” You complained at him, getting an amused smirk from the metal-armed man.

Bucky shook his head. “Relax, I’m going to pick it up later. Now come here.”

Bucky beckoned you towards him and you immediately rolled into his embrace, letting out a comforting sigh when Bucky’s arm rested over your waist.

Bucky’s front covered your back, he listened to your breathing get slower until he was sure that you had fallen asleep before he pulled your body closer to his as his face was slightly smushed against your shoulder.

Sleep came quickly after that, Bucky’s dreams were just of you.

~~~~~

Bucky was losing his mind.

He was stuck in the quinjet, flying back to the Avengers Tower after completing a mission with his fellow Avengers like Shang-Chi, Joaquín Torres and Kamala Khan while Sam was piloting the plane.

Everyone was scattered all around, chattering to one another while Bucky’s eyes wandered to where you were sitting by yourself on one of the crates by the aft cargo hold.

Bucky licked his lips as he walked up to where you were, his eyes greedily taking in the new form fitting suit you were wearing on missions as Songbird.

“Why are you sitting all alone?” Bucky asked you, getting your attention as you swung your legs freely while on the crate.

You shrugged, looking back at the others with a small smile on your face. “I guess I’m still not used to having new faces in the Avengers. I didn’t want to stick out like a sore thumb.”

“You have me.” Bucky replied, getting a soft smile from you in response that made his heart beat fast.

You chuckled. “I suppose so even though we sleep in the same bed every night.”

“I don’t hear you complaining about using me as your personal heater.” Bucky retorted, getting a scoff from you in response.

You smirked leaning slightly forward with a teasing smile. “If it bothers you that much, I guess I can sleep alone tonight.”

“Oh sweetheart, don’t be so hasty.” Bucky replied, resting an arm on your thigh. It earned him an amused look from you.

You bit your bottom lip, raising your eyebrows at Bucky. “You flirtin’ with me, Barnes?”

“I’ve been flirting with you for the past year, doll. Nice of you to catch up.” Bucky said with a grin as he looked up at you.

You scrunched up your nose with a small wince. “I guess I’m that oblivious but hey, we got here eventually. Might’ve skipped a couple of steps with us cuddling in bed every night.”

“Maybe but we definitely haven’t done other things couples do, no rush though. I’m happy to wait for you.” Bucky told you with a small smile.

You shook your head with a small laugh before you grabbed Bucky by the chin to tilt his head up for you to lean down and connect your lips together.

When you broke the kiss, Bucky felt like you took his breath away and he felt dazed as he looked up at you. “Tell me this isn’t a dream, doll.”

“Even if it was, you’re still going to wake up with me in your arms.” You replied with a laugh, making Bucky sigh happily when your fingers softly caress his face.

Bucky licked his lips. “How about later tonight, we do some other stuff in your room?”

You were about to reply when the both of you heard Sam clear his throat loudly from the front of the quinjet.

“You two better not be doing anything back there, don’t make me turn this plane around.” Sam voiced out, making everyone turn to see you and Bucky in a slightly less than friendly position.

Bucky groaned, hiding his face on your thighs while you ran your fingers through his short hair with a laugh.

“This is definitely going to boost my fanfiction ratings.” Kamala excitedly said to herself.

Joaquín turns to Shang-Chi with a pout on his face, getting a questioning look from the other man. “How come you’re not being that romantic with me?”

“Seriously?” Shang-Chi scoffed.

“Kamala sit in front with me, you don’t want to be stuck in a lover’s spat.” Sam called out for Kamala, who dutifully followed what he said.

Bucky sighed, propping his chin on your thighs. “Can’t wait to go back home.”

“Guess we can finally share the bathroom and save up on water.” You told Bucky with a mischievous smirk on your face, your lips threatening to split into a grin when Bucky looked up at you with slight dilation in his eyes.

Bucky huffed out a laugh. “I should’ve told my feelings for you sooner if I knew what was in store.”

“One way or another, we’ll be in each other’s arms tonight or more specifically you in me.” You said, getting a small gasp from Bucky.

Bucky turned his head towards the cockpit where Sam was. “Sam, fly faster!”

*****

Author’s note:

I definitely kept this in my drafts thinking I could write more but I’m quite satisfied even though it’s fairly short

As always, thank you for reading :)

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Pairing: Benjamin ‘Dex’ Poindexter x Male Reader

Synopsis: You were hired by the government to be Dex’s personal therapist, you slowly learn the relationship between you and Dex was all about giving and taking whether you realise it or not

Tags: fluff, slight violence, sexual tension, smitten Dex, obsessive Dex, protective Dex, complicated relationships

Reader is Heather Glenn’s brother . Reader is a therapist. No use of Y/N.

Author’s note at the end :)

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“Hey, doc. It’s been awhile.”

You looked up from your desk to see Dex walk into your office with his usual smirk on his face before plopping in the usual chair that he’d sit in for every therapy session.

You cleared your throat, picking up your notebook that you used specifically for Dex since he was a special client.

When the government comes knocking at your door to demand that you take on a client or else they’ll shut your business down, you really didn’t have a choice.

Many people depended on you.

“Dex,” You greeted the blonde man before sitting on the chair across for him, opening your book before looking up at him with a small smile. “It’s nice to see you again. How was your work in Asia?”

Dex clicked his tongue. “Oh doc you know I can’t talk much about that, it’d probably give you a heart attack knowing what my actual job is but the sights were nice and the food was great.”

“Of course, I didn’t mean to overstep.” You apologised to Dex, shifting in your seat which caused Dex to smile at the slight tension forming between the both of you.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t physically attracted to the man in front of you. His husky honey like voice was music in your ears and you’d sometimes think about Dex and his voice at night when you’d shamefully touch yourself in the comfort of your own bed.

“It’s alright, doc.” Dex’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts, making you clear your throat as you shifted your focus back to the present.

You tilted your head, giving Dex a comforting smile. “What would you like to talk about today then?”

Dex grinned.

~~~~~

“Heather? Hey, it’s me. Your annoying little brother.”

You knocked on Heather’s front door of her apartment, the sound of feet shuffling on the other side could be heard before you were met with an oddly disheveled looking sister.

You eyed her curiously. “Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t realise you were asleep, I can just come back another time.”

Heather’s eyes meet yours and she sighed as she shook her head before stepping aside and nodded at you to come in. “No, it’s fine. I just wasn’t expecting company. Usually you’d call or text that you were coming.”

“Well,” You walked into your sister’s apartment, a slight chill in the air that made your body stiffen for a second before you forced yourself to relax. “After what happened with the now ex Mayor Fisk, you weren’t returning any of my calls or texts so here I am.”

You turned to Heather, who was still standing by the open door with a scowl on her face. Your sister almost unrecognisable after months of no contact.

“Heather, it’s been two months. I wanted to give you your space but I’m worried about you.” You told her, your tone shifting into something softer.

Heather huffed, as if your words were more irritating than comforting before she shut the door fully. “You’re right. My head’s all over the place especially after what happened with vigilante Muse, so I’m sorry I haven’t been present with you but I’m sure you understand why I’ve been isolating myself.”

“Of course,” You replied, walking up to your sister and holding her hands. You were a little shocked by how cold her touch was but you were happy that Heather was slowly opening up. “I know I can’t relate to what happened but I’m hoping to at least be a listening ear to you whenever you’re ready to talk about it.”

Heather gave you a small smile before pulling you into a hug, her hand rubbing your back as she let out a sigh before letting you go and announcing that the both of you should get dinner.

You nodded happily at her before she left the living room to wash up and get ready, leaving you alone.

Your eyes wandered around her apartment, it was pristine as always with everything being organised except for one drawer that was slightly opened.

You huffed in amusement, knowing that Heather was a clean freak before walking up to the drawer to close it but you hesitated when you see something white poking slightly out of the gap.

You turned your head to look back at Heather’s bedroom door, seeing it closed before turning back to quietly open the drawer.

Your breath hitched, your stomach dropping when you saw Muse’s mask sitting idly in Heather’s drawer. You didn’t think twice before shutting it and then scrambling to the couch to calm yourself down before you got into a full blown panic attack.

Heather’s bedroom door opened and you looked up to see your sister dressed up with a smile on her face.

“You ready to go?” Heather asked.

You huffed, laughing nervously before nodding. “Yeah, let’s go.”

~~~~~

“You alright, doc? You seem distracted.”

You blinked up in surprise, looking back at Dex’s calculating eyes before sighing and giving him what you hope was a comforting smile.

You shook your head. “Nothing to worry about, Mr Poindexter.”

“Dex.” The other man corrected you.

You gave him a sheepish nod. “Right, Dex. I’m sorry.”

“No harm done.” Dex smiled at you.

You cleared your throat before opening up your notebook about Dex as usual. “So, last session we covered your Borderline Personality Disorder and how your job is currently helping you regulate your emotions. Although, you’ve mentioned that you might have to take a break until they call you for another job. How have you been handling it so far?”

“Well, I come here and talk to you. I know I don’t come here every day, just every other week but I like that this has become part of my routine at least.” Dex replied, getting a small smile from you.

You nodded, writing down on your notes. “What other things do you usually do on a day to day basis?”

“Nothing too crazy. Just morning workouts, walks in the park, people watching just to name a few but I don’t really go out of my way to make myself known.” Dex replied, getting a nod from you.

You were about to open your mouth to ask another question when a knock on your office door interrupted you.

“Weird, I wasn’t expecting anyone today. I’m sorry Dex, I’ll just be a minute.” You apologised to Dex as you walked up to the door and opened it to see an unfamiliar man on the other side.

The man smiled, his dimples on proud display and when he spoke, he had a British accent. “Dr. Glenn?”

“Yes, that’s me. How can I help you?” You asked the man.

The man smirked. “Apologies for dropping by so suddenly. My name is Buck Cashman, I used to work closely with your sister during Fisk’s run as Mayor.”

“Okay, is there something wrong? I’m in the middle of a session with a client.” You turn your body slightly, letting Buck look into the room to see Dex sitting on the chair.

You noticed the little flicker of recognition that Buck gave Dex before the British man cleared his throat and took a step back.

You tilted your head, now even more curious of the man in front of you.

“Well, I apologise for interrupting you with a very important client. I’ll take my leave but I would like to warn you before I go, to be wary of the people around you.” Buck told you cryptically, his last sentence dropped to a whisper before leaving.

You stared at the man’s retreating back, the image of Muse’ mask in your sister’s home flashed in your mind before you shook it off and closed the door to resume your session.

“I apologise for that, Dex.” You sighed, sitting down.

Dex just gives you a smile and a shrug. “It’s not a problem.”

You paused for a second, the thought of asking Dex if he knew who Buck was crossed your mind but you knew better than to cross that boundary as a therapist.

“Let’s continue then.” You smiled at Dex, the other man cocking his eyebrow at you before doing so.

~~~~~

“What the hell?”

You said to yourself when you inserted your key into your apartment’s front door and realised that it was unlocked.

You tried to recall your morning but you couldn’t think through the haziness of what was last night and earlier in the afternoon.

You shook your head, you needed a drink to calm you down.

You turned on the lights of your living room, hung your coat over one of the dining room chairs and left your messenger bag on the dining room table before you made your way to the glass bottle of scotch that you left on a table by the side of the room.

You opened the bottle and picked up the glass cup next to it, pouring the scotch into the cup before taking a swig, your eyes closed as you gulped the feeling of warm liquid down your throat.

You let out a groan, feeling your shoulders still a little tense from everything before you opened your eyes and poured yourself another drink.

In front of you was a mirror, a decorative piece of furniture that you hung by the table with the scotch. It supposedly made the room feel bigger.

You jumped, gripping the glass in your hand tightly when you looked into the reflection of the mirror to see a woman standing behind you with Muse’s mask over her face.

You didn’t even have a second to react or think if it was your mind playing tricks on you before the intruder strangles you from behind with a string of rope.

You immediately let go of the glass in your hand, hearing it shatter on the floor before you reached up to the rope to try and fight against the death grip the intruder had around your neck.

The apartment was now filled with the sounds of you choking as you struggled against the intruder.

Your vision was getting blurry, the air in your lungs were running out so you lifted your foot up on the wall before pushing backwards, sending you and the intruder to the floor.

You coughed violently, feeling your lungs burn at every breath you could take before you tried to crawl towards the front door of your apartment.

“No, please.” You cried out when you felt hands turn your body around before those same hands wrapped themselves around your throat.

The horrific image of Muse sitting over you was burnt into your mind instantly, you knew this wasn’t the original Muse that tried to kill your own sister but it was frightening nonetheless.

You looked into the eyes of your soon to be killer, just pure sadistic hatred staring back at you before something clicked in your mind.

“H-heather?” You choked out, feeling the hands around your throat tighten. You recognised your sister’s eyes, of course you do but it was now replaced by nothing but of pure evil.

You felt your eyes stinging, you didn’t even realise you were crying before your vision became spotty.

The sound of large glass breaks before something large pushes Heather off you, letting you breathe again.

Everything was a blur to you, the sound of fighting and grunting was heard but your vision was still hazy from the lack of oxygen in your brain before you eventually passed out.

You felt cold.

~~~~~

You woke up with a start, feeling soft warm sheets under your fingertips as your eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room.

You immediately sat up when you realised you weren’t in your room, wincing at the pain on your back and your throat as the memories of Heather’s attack slowly trickled back into your mind.

“You need water?”

You jumped, turning to the voice beside you to see Dex sitting on a chair with a weird blue outfit on.

“Dex?” You croaked out, tilting your head curiously.

The man smirked, nodding before he stood up. “I’ll get you some water for that fucked up throat, just sit still.”

You nodded, still a little confused by what was happening. One second you were getting attacked by your own flesh and blood in the comfort of your own living room, the next you’re in someone else’s bed with no recollection of how you got there in the first place.

The bedroom door creaked open and Dex walked in with a glass of water in hand that you gratefully took as you began taking small sips of water with struggles of swallowing due to your abused throat.

“Where are we, Dex?” You asked the other man after putting the glass of water down, the other man sitting down on the chair next to you.

Dex sighed. “My apartment.”

“Your outfit. Does it have to do with the government job?” You asked next, eyeing the blue suit.

Dex nodded. “Pretty much but I’m being truthful when I say, you don’t want to know the stuff I do while on the job.”

“Right,” You gulped, feeling the saliva roughly go down your sore throat. “What happened to the attacker last night?”

“They got away. I was more preoccupied with getting you to safety.” Dex replied, making you raise your eyebrows at him.

You turned your body fully to him, throwing your legs out of the bed, feeling the cold tiles of the floor touch your feet. “Why?”

“Why what?” Dex cocked an eyebrow at your question as if it was the most absurd thing he’s ever heard.

You met his gaze, a mixture of amusement and curiosity in his eyes as if he was figuring out what you were going to say next so he could give you an appropriate answer. “Why’d you save me? Scratch that, the better question is how did you know I was even being attacked in the first place?”

Dex was quiet, his mouth twitching as if he wanted to laugh but knew better than to mock someone who’s in obvious confusion and distress.

“You’re my North Star,” Dex told you, his voice dropping to a whisper. “But unlike that shipwreck, I’m going to protect you and the light that you shine upon others.”

You were silent, gobsmacked by Dex’s answer. You remembered the incident with the Northern Star that sank involving Daredevil and every single repercussion to the city after that under Fisk’s rule.

You wondered, if you were to run away and pack up your whole life behind and go into hiding, would you live your life happily or would you sink like the ship?

“I’m gonna take a shower, doc. I’d recommend you stay here in the meantime, the police are currently at your apartment and your would be killer is still at large.” Dex told you before stripping the tight blue shirt off his body, making you gulp at the sight of his massive muscles as the man disappeared into the bathroom.

You slipped out Dex’s bed once you heard the water running in the bathroom, carefully studying the environment around you incase you needed another way to escape if the front door was not an option.

You were pleasantly surprised to see how neat and bright the living room was, it wasn’t as furnished as compared to yours but it was enough for one person.

You see keys sitting on the kitchen counter but thought better than to just leave and face the consequences of what Dex might do, you already figured that the man was more than capable of tracking you down again.

You paused when you reached the open window, your mouth dropping in surprise to see your own apartment window staring back at you, it was a little further away and you can’t really see what’s happening inside but you knew what your apartment’s building looked like.

A million thoughts raced through your mind and you realised that Dex was watching you the entire time and had came to your rescue only because he could see what was happening.

You felt both grateful and terrified, your emotions confusing you before jumping when you heard Dex clear his throat from behind you.

You turned to see him dressed in a tank top and sweatpants, leaning against his bedroom door with a stoic expression on his face.

“I guess secret’s out.” Dex told you, watching as you looked away from him and back to the window.

You blinked. “My window’s broken.”

“I didn’t have time to buzz into your apartment complex and run up several flights of stairs to get to you before the wannabe Muse choked you to death.” Dex replied, almost getting a laugh out of you at how insane his explanation sounded out loud.

You were still confused about everything that was happening but it didn’t stop you from striding across the room and throwing your arms around Dex in a hug.

The action causing Dex to freeze before you felt his hands settle on your back, returning the hug and you closed your eyes and exhaled into his arms.

“Thank you.” You murmured against his shoulder.

You hear Dex’s breath hitch in response, followed by the sound of him sniffing your hair before he sighed. “You’re welcome.”

It was another minute too long of the both of you in each other’s arms before you cleared your throat awkwardly and removed yourself from Dex’s personal space.

“I think I need to go back to my apartment, talk to the police and let Heather know I’m alright since they probably called her.” You told Dex, getting an unamused huff in response.

Dex tutted. “Aren’t you a therapist? If you went back to the scene of the crime and had a mental breakdown, wouldn’t that leave you vulnerable for Muse to come back and kill you?”

“Then what am I supposed to do, Dex?” You replied, feeling slightly agitated that he was right. “I can’t stay here and lay low forever. I have a job, a life and people that depend on me.”

“You’re stubborn.” Dex replied.

You scoffed. “I’m realistic. I’m more than aware that what happened last night was fucked up and I’m not stupid to not realise that it’s even more fucked up that I’m standing here in front of my own client and stalker in his living room.”

Dex’s jaw tightens at that, his eyes glancing to the window behind you.

“So either go with me to pick up the stuff that I need or wait here and watch me through the window like you always do before I come back.” You told him, getting a head tilt in response.

Dex squinted at you, his lips pursing. “You’re coming back here?”

“Where else am I supposed to go? You broke my window.” You told Dex before making a move for the front door, smirking when you hear the rustling sound of Dex throwing on a jacket over his body before he followed you out the door.

~~~~~

“You want to explain to me about how I’m your North Star by any chance?”

You asked Dex after updating Heather that you were alright and that you were going to lay low for a while, you didn’t want to give everything away in case she went after you again.

You might even have to change your office.

Dex huffed, sitting back on the couch next to you as you watched him sharpen his throwing knives.

It was weird how quickly you just accepted the reality of your situation but you’d rather stick by someone like Dex who could protect you rather than be alone and leave yourself out in the open for another attack.

Dex turned to you, his eyes boring into yours. “Because you were kind to me despite what Charles and the government had done to you by forcing you to take me on as a client, you didn’t treat me like I was some kind of gum under your shoe that just wouldn’t come off.”

“So what, this is some kind of hero worship? Dex, you and I both know that what we have is strictly professional. I truly appreciate what you’ve done for me by saving my life but none of this is normal, none of this is okay.” You told him, trying for a more comforting tone like you would use on your regular patients.

Dex huffed out a laugh, putting his knives down on the coffee table in front of the both of you before he turned his head to you with an amused smirk. “So when your eyes linger on my face for too long or when you get lost in your thoughts after I’m done talking, that’s professional?”

“What?” You replied dumbly, feeling your face heat up at being called out on.

Dex shifted closer to you on the couch. “What if I said the connection is mutual? What if I said that I like how you talk to me, how pretty you look whenever we’d sit down for our sessions?”

“Then I’ll say that you’re not really into me, you’re into this idea that I’m some sort of good person with good intentions that you cling onto so you could feel like you have some positive navigator in your life.” You told Dex honestly, seeing him process your words.

Dex’s jaw flexed. “Am I not capable of love then?”

“I think you are but it’s currently misplaced,” You sighed, watching as Dex was slowly closing off from you. “I think we’re both stuck in a very grey area in our lives and that this connection between the both of us is nothing but a farce, just a bad copy of what we see as romantic in our everyday lives.”

Dex looked away then, your eyes lingering on the long scar across his cheek. “You really are great at your job doc. Even after I told you why I like you, you somehow managed to keep it professional between us.”

“Dex,” You sighed, moving closer to him. “Even if there was physical attraction between the both of us, it’s not right for me to act on it. I would be taking advantage of you.”

“And what if I want you to take advantage of me? What if I want to prove to you that what we have is real? What do I need to do?” Dex asked you, his usual calm voice cracking as he kept asking you questions.

You gave Dex a comforting smile as you reached out to grab his hand. “I’m not a hundred percent sure if I have the right answer for that Dex. Maybe it’s just not the right time for us, everything’s changing way too fast and I don’t think I’m capable of giving you what you want other than just being your therapist.”

“So there’s a chance but you’re just too overwhelmed?” Dex asked you, his eyes suddenly rounding with a hopeful tone in his voice that you’ve never heard before.

You felt the side of your mouth twitch before you released Dex’s hand and stood up from the couch. “I think that’s enough of a heart to heart talk, don’t you think? You mind if I just took a nap or something in your room, my mind’s just a little tired from everything.”

“Go ahead, doc. I’ll wake you up for dinner.” Dex gave you a smile, watching you go into his room to lay down for the afternoon.

Dex’s eyes dropped to the knife he left on the table, picking it up to inspect it. “Don’t worry, doc. You’re my North Star after all, I’ll save you like you saved me. I’ll make things right.”

*****

Author’s note:

I know, I know it’s not a satisfying ending BUT that’s only because I know I’d be writing so much that I’d go over tumblr’s word limit and have to do rewrites so I’m stopping before I get ahead of myself

I think Dex’s character is so interesting to explore especially in a “what if he wanted to pursue a romantic connection” kinda thing but at the same time I wanted to be very respectful of everything that he went through and his bpd

I hope to find more time to explore and write for Dex, definitely expect a part 2 (or more) in the future

As always, thank you for reading :)

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[sonnycampbellsmith]

BENJAMIN “DEX” POINDEXTER MASTERLIST:

(one-shots)

• You were hired by the government to be Dex’s personal therapist, you slowly learn the relationship between you and Dex was all about giving and taking whether you realise it or not

[sonnycampbellsmith]

Pairing: Benjamin ‘Dex’ Poindexter x Male Reader

Synopsis: You were hired by the government to be Dex’s personal therapist, you slowly learn the relationship between you and Dex was all about giving and taking whether you realise it or not

Tags: fluff, slight violence, sexual tension, smitten Dex, obsessive Dex, protective Dex, complicated relationships

Reader is Heather Glenn’s brother . Reader is a therapist. No use of Y/N.

Author’s note at the end :)

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“Hey, doc. It’s been awhile.”

You looked up from your desk to see Dex walk into your office with his usual smirk on his face before plopping in the usual chair that he’d sit in for every therapy session.

You cleared your throat, picking up your notebook that you used specifically for Dex since he was a special client.

When the government comes knocking at your door to demand that you take on a client or else they’ll shut your business down, you really didn’t have a choice.

Many people depended on you.

“Dex,” You greeted the blonde man before sitting on the chair across for him, opening your book before looking up at him with a small smile. “It’s nice to see you again. How was your work in Asia?”

Dex clicked his tongue. “Oh doc you know I can’t talk much about that, it’d probably give you a heart attack knowing what my actual job is but the sights were nice and the food was great.”

“Of course, I didn’t mean to overstep.” You apologised to Dex, shifting in your seat which caused Dex to smile at the slight tension forming between the both of you.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t physically attracted to the man in front of you. His husky honey like voice was music in your ears and you’d sometimes think about Dex and his voice at night when you’d shamefully touch yourself in the comfort of your own bed.

“It’s alright, doc.” Dex’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts, making you clear your throat as you shifted your focus back to the present.

You tilted your head, giving Dex a comforting smile. “What would you like to talk about today then?”

Dex grinned.

~~~~~

“Heather? Hey, it’s me. Your annoying little brother.”

You knocked on Heather’s front door of her apartment, the sound of feet shuffling on the other side could be heard before you were met with an oddly disheveled looking sister.

You eyed her curiously. “Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t realise you were asleep, I can just come back another time.”

Heather’s eyes meet yours and she sighed as she shook her head before stepping aside and nodded at you to come in. “No, it’s fine. I just wasn’t expecting company. Usually you’d call or text that you were coming.”

“Well,” You walked into your sister’s apartment, a slight chill in the air that made your body stiffen for a second before you forced yourself to relax. “After what happened with the now ex Mayor Fisk, you weren’t returning any of my calls or texts so here I am.”

You turned to Heather, who was still standing by the open door with a scowl on her face. Your sister almost unrecognisable after months of no contact.

“Heather, it’s been two months. I wanted to give you your space but I’m worried about you.” You told her, your tone shifting into something softer.

Heather huffed, as if your words were more irritating than comforting before she shut the door fully. “You’re right. My head’s all over the place especially after what happened with vigilante Muse, so I’m sorry I haven’t been present with you but I’m sure you understand why I’ve been isolating myself.”

“Of course,” You replied, walking up to your sister and holding her hands. You were a little shocked by how cold her touch was but you were happy that Heather was slowly opening up. “I know I can’t relate to what happened but I’m hoping to at least be a listening ear to you whenever you’re ready to talk about it.”

Heather gave you a small smile before pulling you into a hug, her hand rubbing your back as she let out a sigh before letting you go and announcing that the both of you should get dinner.

You nodded happily at her before she left the living room to wash up and get ready, leaving you alone.

Your eyes wandered around her apartment, it was pristine as always with everything being organised except for one drawer that was slightly opened.

You huffed in amusement, knowing that Heather was a clean freak before walking up to the drawer to close it but you hesitated when you see something white poking slightly out of the gap.

You turned your head to look back at Heather’s bedroom door, seeing it closed before turning back to quietly open the drawer.

Your breath hitched, your stomach dropping when you saw Muse’s mask sitting idly in Heather’s drawer. You didn’t think twice before shutting it and then scrambling to the couch to calm yourself down before you got into a full blown panic attack.

Heather’s bedroom door opened and you looked up to see your sister dressed up with a smile on her face.

“You ready to go?” Heather asked.

You huffed, laughing nervously before nodding. “Yeah, let’s go.”

~~~~~

“You alright, doc? You seem distracted.”

You blinked up in surprise, looking back at Dex’s calculating eyes before sighing and giving him what you hope was a comforting smile.

You shook your head. “Nothing to worry about, Mr Poindexter.”

“Dex.” The other man corrected you.

You gave him a sheepish nod. “Right, Dex. I’m sorry.”

“No harm done.” Dex smiled at you.

You cleared your throat before opening up your notebook about Dex as usual. “So, last session we covered your Borderline Personality Disorder and how your job is currently helping you regulate your emotions. Although, you’ve mentioned that you might have to take a break until they call you for another job. How have you been handling it so far?”

“Well, I come here and talk to you. I know I don’t come here every day, just every other week but I like that this has become part of my routine at least.” Dex replied, getting a small smile from you.

You nodded, writing down on your notes. “What other things do you usually do on a day to day basis?”

“Nothing too crazy. Just morning workouts, walks in the park, people watching just to name a few but I don’t really go out of my way to make myself known.” Dex replied, getting a nod from you.

You were about to open your mouth to ask another question when a knock on your office door interrupted you.

“Weird, I wasn’t expecting anyone today. I’m sorry Dex, I’ll just be a minute.” You apologised to Dex as you walked up to the door and opened it to see an unfamiliar man on the other side.

The man smiled, his dimples on proud display and when he spoke, he had a British accent. “Dr. Glenn?”

“Yes, that’s me. How can I help you?” You asked the man.

The man smirked. “Apologies for dropping by so suddenly. My name is Buck Cashman, I used to work closely with your sister during Fisk’s run as Mayor.”

“Okay, is there something wrong? I’m in the middle of a session with a client.” You turn your body slightly, letting Buck look into the room to see Dex sitting on the chair.

You noticed the little flicker of recognition that Buck gave Dex before the British man cleared his throat and took a step back.

You tilted your head, now even more curious of the man in front of you.

“Well, I apologise for interrupting you with a very important client. I’ll take my leave but I would like to warn you before I go, to be wary of the people around you.” Buck told you cryptically, his last sentence dropped to a whisper before leaving.

You stared at the man’s retreating back, the image of Muse’ mask in your sister’s home flashed in your mind before you shook it off and closed the door to resume your session.

“I apologise for that, Dex.” You sighed, sitting down.

Dex just gives you a smile and a shrug. “It’s not a problem.”

You paused for a second, the thought of asking Dex if he knew who Buck was crossed your mind but you knew better than to cross that boundary as a therapist.

“Let’s continue then.” You smiled at Dex, the other man cocking his eyebrow at you before doing so.

~~~~~

“What the hell?”

You said to yourself when you inserted your key into your apartment’s front door and realised that it was unlocked.

You tried to recall your morning but you couldn’t think through the haziness of what was last night and earlier in the afternoon.

You shook your head, you needed a drink to calm you down.

You turned on the lights of your living room, hung your coat over one of the dining room chairs and left your messenger bag on the dining room table before you made your way to the glass bottle of scotch that you left on a table by the side of the room.

You opened the bottle and picked up the glass cup next to it, pouring the scotch into the cup before taking a swig, your eyes closed as you gulped the feeling of warm liquid down your throat.

You let out a groan, feeling your shoulders still a little tense from everything before you opened your eyes and poured yourself another drink.

In front of you was a mirror, a decorative piece of furniture that you hung by the table with the scotch. It supposedly made the room feel bigger.

You jumped, gripping the glass in your hand tightly when you looked into the reflection of the mirror to see a woman standing behind you with Muse’s mask over her face.

You didn’t even have a second to react or think if it was your mind playing tricks on you before the intruder strangles you from behind with a string of rope.

You immediately let go of the glass in your hand, hearing it shatter on the floor before you reached up to the rope to try and fight against the death grip the intruder had around your neck.

The apartment was now filled with the sounds of you choking as you struggled against the intruder.

Your vision was getting blurry, the air in your lungs were running out so you lifted your foot up on the wall before pushing backwards, sending you and the intruder to the floor.

You coughed violently, feeling your lungs burn at every breath you could take before you tried to crawl towards the front door of your apartment.

“No, please.” You cried out when you felt hands turn your body around before those same hands wrapped themselves around your throat.

The horrific image of Muse sitting over you was burnt into your mind instantly, you knew this wasn’t the original Muse that tried to kill your own sister but it was frightening nonetheless.

You looked into the eyes of your soon to be killer, just pure sadistic hatred staring back at you before something clicked in your mind.

“H-heather?” You choked out, feeling the hands around your throat tighten. You recognised your sister’s eyes, of course you do but it was now replaced by nothing but of pure evil.

You felt your eyes stinging, you didn’t even realise you were crying before your vision became spotty.

The sound of large glass breaks before something large pushes Heather off you, letting you breathe again.

Everything was a blur to you, the sound of fighting and grunting was heard but your vision was still hazy from the lack of oxygen in your brain before you eventually passed out.

You felt cold.

~~~~~

You woke up with a start, feeling soft warm sheets under your fingertips as your eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room.

You immediately sat up when you realised you weren’t in your room, wincing at the pain on your back and your throat as the memories of Heather’s attack slowly trickled back into your mind.

“You need water?”

You jumped, turning to the voice beside you to see Dex sitting on a chair with a weird blue outfit on.

“Dex?” You croaked out, tilting your head curiously.

The man smirked, nodding before he stood up. “I’ll get you some water for that fucked up throat, just sit still.”

You nodded, still a little confused by what was happening. One second you were getting attacked by your own flesh and blood in the comfort of your own living room, the next you’re in someone else’s bed with no recollection of how you got there in the first place.

The bedroom door creaked open and Dex walked in with a glass of water in hand that you gratefully took as you began taking small sips of water with struggles of swallowing due to your abused throat.

“Where are we, Dex?” You asked the other man after putting the glass of water down, the other man sitting down on the chair next to you.

Dex sighed. “My apartment.”

“Your outfit. Does it have to do with the government job?” You asked next, eyeing the blue suit.

Dex nodded. “Pretty much but I’m being truthful when I say, you don’t want to know the stuff I do while on the job.”

“Right,” You gulped, feeling the saliva roughly go down your sore throat. “What happened to the attacker last night?”

“They got away. I was more preoccupied with getting you to safety.” Dex replied, making you raise your eyebrows at him.

You turned your body fully to him, throwing your legs out of the bed, feeling the cold tiles of the floor touch your feet. “Why?”

“Why what?” Dex cocked an eyebrow at your question as if it was the most absurd thing he’s ever heard.

You met his gaze, a mixture of amusement and curiosity in his eyes as if he was figuring out what you were going to say next so he could give you an appropriate answer. “Why’d you save me? Scratch that, the better question is how did you know I was even being attacked in the first place?”

Dex was quiet, his mouth twitching as if he wanted to laugh but knew better than to mock someone who’s in obvious confusion and distress.

“You’re my North Star,” Dex told you, his voice dropping to a whisper. “But unlike that shipwreck, I’m going to protect you and the light that you shine upon others.”

You were silent, gobsmacked by Dex’s answer. You remembered the incident with the Northern Star that sank involving Daredevil and every single repercussion to the city after that under Fisk’s rule.

You wondered, if you were to run away and pack up your whole life behind and go into hiding, would you live your life happily or would you sink like the ship?

“I’m gonna take a shower, doc. I’d recommend you stay here in the meantime, the police are currently at your apartment and your would be killer is still at large.” Dex told you before stripping the tight blue shirt off his body, making you gulp at the sight of his massive muscles as the man disappeared into the bathroom.

You slipped out Dex’s bed once you heard the water running in the bathroom, carefully studying the environment around you incase you needed another way to escape if the front door was not an option.

You were pleasantly surprised to see how neat and bright the living room was, it wasn’t as furnished as compared to yours but it was enough for one person.

You see keys sitting on the kitchen counter but thought better than to just leave and face the consequences of what Dex might do, you already figured that the man was more than capable of tracking you down again.

You paused when you reached the open window, your mouth dropping in surprise to see your own apartment window staring back at you, it was a little further away and you can’t really see what’s happening inside but you knew what your apartment’s building looked like.

A million thoughts raced through your mind and you realised that Dex was watching you the entire time and had came to your rescue only because he could see what was happening.

You felt both grateful and terrified, your emotions confusing you before jumping when you heard Dex clear his throat from behind you.

You turned to see him dressed in a tank top and sweatpants, leaning against his bedroom door with a stoic expression on his face.

“I guess secret’s out.” Dex told you, watching as you looked away from him and back to the window.

You blinked. “My window’s broken.”

“I didn’t have time to buzz into your apartment complex and run up several flights of stairs to get to you before the wannabe Muse choked you to death.” Dex replied, almost getting a laugh out of you at how insane his explanation sounded out loud.

You were still confused about everything that was happening but it didn’t stop you from striding across the room and throwing your arms around Dex in a hug.

The action causing Dex to freeze before you felt his hands settle on your back, returning the hug and you closed your eyes and exhaled into his arms.

“Thank you.” You murmured against his shoulder.

You hear Dex’s breath hitch in response, followed by the sound of him sniffing your hair before he sighed. “You’re welcome.”

It was another minute too long of the both of you in each other’s arms before you cleared your throat awkwardly and removed yourself from Dex’s personal space.

“I think I need to go back to my apartment, talk to the police and let Heather know I’m alright since they probably called her.” You told Dex, getting an unamused huff in response.

Dex tutted. “Aren’t you a therapist? If you went back to the scene of the crime and had a mental breakdown, wouldn’t that leave you vulnerable for Muse to come back and kill you?”

“Then what am I supposed to do, Dex?” You replied, feeling slightly agitated that he was right. “I can’t stay here and lay low forever. I have a job, a life and people that depend on me.”

“You’re stubborn.” Dex replied.

You scoffed. “I’m realistic. I’m more than aware that what happened last night was fucked up and I’m not stupid to not realise that it’s even more fucked up that I’m standing here in front of my own client and stalker in his living room.”

Dex’s jaw tightens at that, his eyes glancing to the window behind you.

“So either go with me to pick up the stuff that I need or wait here and watch me through the window like you always do before I come back.” You told him, getting a head tilt in response.

Dex squinted at you, his lips pursing. “You’re coming back here?”

“Where else am I supposed to go? You broke my window.” You told Dex before making a move for the front door, smirking when you hear the rustling sound of Dex throwing on a jacket over his body before he followed you out the door.

~~~~~

“You want to explain to me about how I’m your North Star by any chance?”

You asked Dex after updating Heather that you were alright and that you were going to lay low for a while, you didn’t want to give everything away in case she went after you again.

You might even have to change your office.

Dex huffed, sitting back on the couch next to you as you watched him sharpen his throwing knives.

It was weird how quickly you just accepted the reality of your situation but you’d rather stick by someone like Dex who could protect you rather than be alone and leave yourself out in the open for another attack.

Dex turned to you, his eyes boring into yours. “Because you were kind to me despite what Charles and the government had done to you by forcing you to take me on as a client, you didn’t treat me like I was some kind of gum under your shoe that just wouldn’t come off.”

“So what, this is some kind of hero worship? Dex, you and I both know that what we have is strictly professional. I truly appreciate what you’ve done for me by saving my life but none of this is normal, none of this is okay.” You told him, trying for a more comforting tone like you would use on your regular patients.

Dex huffed out a laugh, putting his knives down on the coffee table in front of the both of you before he turned his head to you with an amused smirk. “So when your eyes linger on my face for too long or when you get lost in your thoughts after I’m done talking, that’s professional?”

“What?” You replied dumbly, feeling your face heat up at being called out on.

Dex shifted closer to you on the couch. “What if I said the connection is mutual? What if I said that I like how you talk to me, how pretty you look whenever we’d sit down for our sessions?”

“Then I’ll say that you’re not really into me, you’re into this idea that I’m some sort of good person with good intentions that you cling onto so you could feel like you have some positive navigator in your life.” You told Dex honestly, seeing him process your words.

Dex’s jaw flexed. “Am I not capable of love then?”

“I think you are but it’s currently misplaced,” You sighed, watching as Dex was slowly closing off from you. “I think we’re both stuck in a very grey area in our lives and that this connection between the both of us is nothing but a farce, just a bad copy of what we see as romantic in our everyday lives.”

Dex looked away then, your eyes lingering on the long scar across his cheek. “You really are great at your job doc. Even after I told you why I like you, you somehow managed to keep it professional between us.”

“Dex,” You sighed, moving closer to him. “Even if there was physical attraction between the both of us, it’s not right for me to act on it. I would be taking advantage of you.”

“And what if I want you to take advantage of me? What if I want to prove to you that what we have is real? What do I need to do?” Dex asked you, his usual calm voice cracking as he kept asking you questions.

You gave Dex a comforting smile as you reached out to grab his hand. “I’m not a hundred percent sure if I have the right answer for that Dex. Maybe it’s just not the right time for us, everything’s changing way too fast and I don’t think I’m capable of giving you what you want other than just being your therapist.”

“So there’s a chance but you’re just too overwhelmed?” Dex asked you, his eyes suddenly rounding with a hopeful tone in his voice that you’ve never heard before.

You felt the side of your mouth twitch before you released Dex’s hand and stood up from the couch. “I think that’s enough of a heart to heart talk, don’t you think? You mind if I just took a nap or something in your room, my mind’s just a little tired from everything.”

“Go ahead, doc. I’ll wake you up for dinner.” Dex gave you a smile, watching you go into his room to lay down for the afternoon.

Dex’s eyes dropped to the knife he left on the table, picking it up to inspect it. “Don’t worry, doc. You’re my North Star after all, I’ll save you like you saved me. I’ll make things right.”

*****

Author’s note:

I know, I know it’s not a satisfying ending BUT that’s only because I know I’d be writing so much that I’d go over tumblr’s word limit and have to do rewrites so I’m stopping before I get ahead of myself

I think Dex’s character is so interesting to explore especially in a “what if he wanted to pursue a romantic connection” kinda thing but at the same time I wanted to be very respectful of everything that he went through and his bpd

I hope to find more time to explore and write for Dex, definitely expect a part 2 (or more) in the future

As always, thank you for reading :)

[sonnycampbellsmith]

1 year of writing, 800 followers later

Thank you everyone for supporting and giving this amateur a chance with his hobby!

I’ll continue writing but it does mean a lot to see people liking the stuff I’ve been putting out and letting me make mistakes along the way so that I can continue to learn

All peace, all love

Stay good people

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[sonnycampbellsmith]

Heyyyy! I just want to say that I love your work and how much effort you put into them!

I also wanted to ask if you would ever be open to write fics for mortal kombat? It could be the games or from the new movies.

I guess I just want to know what characters or media you’re open to write for.

Wow thank you so much!

As for Mortal Kombat, for some reason it never crossed my mind despite me being an avid fan of the series (old & new)

I’m definitely open to writing now for sure!

I definitely want to practice writing more action scenes so this is a perfect franchise to start on

Thank you for the idea 🤩🤩🤩

[sonnycampbellsmith]

Hello, here requesting part two of the story with Ryland Grace and what his daily life is like, maybe one on a beach day with Rocky please, I want more of that man

Hello! I don’t actually take requests on my account, my apologies

But I definitely will try to branch out what I can when I have the time :)

I’m happy to see people are interested in the Ryland Grace x Male Reader fic and wanting to see more

[sonnycampbellsmith]

RYLAND GRACE MASTERLIST:

(one-shots)

• You wake up in the Hail Mary, confused with no recollection of the person you were before and meet Ryland Grace and Rocky. An unexpected tale of adventure, laughter, grief and love develops between two scientists stranded in a ship that was made to save the Earth

[sonnycampbellsmith]

Pairing: Ryland Grace x Male Reader

Synopsis: You wake up in the Hail Mary, confused with no recollection of the person you were before and meet Ryland Grace and Rocky. An unexpected tale of adventure, laughter, grief and love develops between two scientists stranded in a ship that was made to save the Earth

Tags: cute, fluff, angst, smitten Grace, pining Grace, clingy Grace, touch-starved Grace, first kiss

Reader is Annie Shapiro’s brother. Reader is a scientist. NO USE OF Y/N.

Author’s note at the end :)

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“Eye movement detected.”

You blinked blearily, your mind in disarray as you felt yourself wake up. You felt slightly suffocated, your body incredibly stiff as the sound of a zipper opens and you came face to face with some sort machine that had an outstretched claw.

It pulled out a strange tube that was apparently lodged deep down into your throat, causing you to have a coughing fit after it was fully removed.

“Cognition assessment. What is two plus two?” The cheery voice from the machine asked you, only getting a grunt from you in response as you turned your head to spit out some sort of liquid.

“Incorrect,” The machine’s cheery voice said. “What is two plus two?”

“Four.” You growled out, feeling your senses slowly coming back at once. The machine’s voice continued in the background, talking about some coma while your eyes adjusted to the strange place that you were in before you tilted your head and flinched when you saw a pair of eyes looking back at you.

The blonde man stood a few inches away from you, his face one of surprise as if he were looking at you like you were some sort of alien.

“Hi.” The man greeted you.

You nodded your head, a little breathless. “Hi.”

~~~~~

“So you’re saying I’m on a ship called the Hail Mary, two of our other space comrades have passed and that I can’t remember anything about myself because I was stuck in an induced coma?”

You reiterated Grace’s talking points back to him, the man nodding with a sheepish smile.

“I found your bag though, your last name is Shapiro. Does that ring a bell?” Grace asked you.

You scowled, closing your eyes to recall literally anything that you could but growled in frustration when it only gave you a headache.

“Hey, hey, hey. Don’t strain yourself,” Grace reassured you with his hands hovering your body, unsure if he was allowed to console you physically. “I, uh, went through the same thing. The memories do come back but they come in randomly so you just have to be patient.”

You nodded, eyeing Grace’s hands that were still hovering in the air before the man awkwardly dropped them down.

You jumped in surprise when another voice bellows in the ship, giving Grace a quizzical look. “I thought you said there were only two of us on the ship?”

“Yeah, about that…” Grace’s voice trailed off before the sound of something rushing towards the room you and Grace were in got closer.

You let out a terrified yell when a spider-like creature came rolling into the room in a spherical container, the creature yelling back at you in surprise while Grace was trying his best to deescalate the situation.

“What the fuck is that?!” You pointed at the creature before reaching for a random piece of scrap to throw.

Grace immediately stood between you and the creature, his hands raised up as if to show you that the creature meant no harm. “Listen, I know this is a lot but this is Rocky. He’s from a planet called Erid and he’s also on a mission to save his sun from astrophage.”

“Do you think I’m stupid? I’ve watched The Thing, you’re probably not even a real person. I will burn this spaceship down, I swear to god.” You blabbered, still freaking out.

Grace tilted his head, a hint of a smile on his face as he chuckled in disbelief. “You know John Carpenter’s work?”

“Who is John Carpenter? Question.” Rocky said from behind Grace, the other man turning his head slightly to explain to Rocky about the movie.

You squinted at the two of them in disbelief. “Hello?”

Rocky made a noise before rolling his ball forward so he was next to Grace, the Eridian studying you and your defensive stance.

“Hello, Grace’s friend. I am Rocky.” The Eridian greeted you, his friendly voice somehow making you feel less spastic as you lowered the scrap that you were holding.

Rocky moved closer. “I am sorry for scaring you, will do my best not to let that happen again.”

Your eyes flickered from Rocky to Grace and then back to Rocky again before you sighed. “Right, thank you.”

Grace clapped his hands, a small grin on his face now that the panic had subsided.

“All right!” Grace smiled before turning his full attention to you. “Do you need help shaving your beard and cutting your hair?”

~~~~~

The first flash of your memories came back to you while you were in the lab with Grace, making you shake your head at the slight headache that came after.

“You okay?” Grace asked worriedly, sidling up to you and putting a hand on your shoulder.

You blinked a couple of times, turning your head to look at Grace with a grimace. “Yeah, just had a memory flashback.”

“What did you remember?” Grace lets go of your shoulder, before leaning on the table you were working with his arms crossed.

Your eyes dropped to his bulging biceps, wondering how a school teacher and scientist was built like a brick wall before focusing on Grace’s face. “It’s just a tiny bit but I apparently have a sister and she was supposed to join us on the Hail Mary? I wonder what happened?”

“Maybe you volunteered in her place? The other female astronaut that passed on the ship didn’t have Shapiro as her last name so…” Grace replied, theorising why your sister wasn’t onboard as well.

You let out a sigh of relief, although an unsettling feeling was forming in your gut. “I guess so.”

“How about we get something to eat? I know you skipped breakfast earlier and just went straight to the white board to check out the numbers for our trip to Tau Ceti.” Grace suggested, already reaching out and placing his hand on the small of your back to direct you towards the kitchen area of the ship.

You rolled your eyes at the other man, it’s only been a week since you’ve woken up from your induced coma and Grace had developed a need for physical contact whenever the two of you were in the same vicinity.

You couldn’t blame Grace though since he was alone until Rocky came along but even then physical contact was almost nonexistent due to Rocky’s inability to survive in oxygen.

You cocked an eyebrow at him. “You stalking me now? I guess you can bring the teacher out of the classroom but not the classroom out of the teacher.”

“That makes absolutely no sense, are you sure you’re a scientist?” Grace replied to you with a flat tone, making you huff out a laugh before you nudged his side with yours.

You were surprised to see that Rocky was already in the kitchen, the Eridian waved his arm at the both of you.

“Friend finally eating? Question.” Rocky asked, making you roll your eyes at the Eridian. Both Grace and Rocky were two peas in a pod and they have been taking care of you ever since you woke up.

You liked that Rocky continued to address you as friend instead of your actual name, it felt special in a way that it was just for you.

“Okay guys, I’ll eat. You don’t have to baby me all the time.”

You eventually sat down next to Grace, slurping on some noodles when Rocky came back from his ship with his own food.

“Friend look upset when eat.” Rocky told you in a disgusted tone before shoving his food inside the hole that was at the bottom of his body.

Grace tutted at Rocky. “Rocky, we talked about this.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, turning your head and laughing into Grace’s arm. Grace just sighing in response, probably wondering how he got stuck with the both of you in space.

“Oops, sorry.” You apologised to Grace, moving your body an inch away out of his personal space but raising your eyebrows in surprise when Grace just scooted closer to you before nudging your knee with his.

Grace smirked. “You know I don’t mind.”

“Whatever, just eat your food.” You retorted, feeling your face heat up. You try to ignore the feeling of butterflies fluttering in your stomach for the rest of the lunch.

~~~~~

You were walking around the ship when you stumbled upon Grace and Rocky sitting in the dome, looking up at the screen of the flashy imagery of Earth and you smiled as you leaned by the entrance.

You managed to catch the end tail of their conversation with Rocky asking Grace if he had a mate and Grace replying about he had used to before his ex decided to be with a man named Mark.

“Rocky hate Mark.” Rocky replied, making Grace laugh.

You felt your lips tug in a small smile, somehow feeling good about Grace being single but you try to push that feeling away.

Not all of your memories had come back but you do remember your sister falling for another scientist named Martin Dubois and you wondered about their whereabouts, you remembered the look of adoration your sister gave the man and an ache settled in your chest.

“Does Grace think Friend have mate as well? Question.” Rocky asked Grace, making you tilt your head at the Eridian in amusement.

You rolled your eyes and was about to walk off when Grace’s reply stopped you in your tracks.

Grace leaned towards Rocky, his voice dropping to a whisper. “I kinda hope not.”

You didn’t stay very long to hear what else Grace said before hightailing back to the kitchen to try and process what Grace had meant by that.

Sure, you and Grace had developed a close bond but that was only because the both of you were the only two humans left on ship.

Sure, Grace seemed to be a touchy feely person and was happy when you were slowly reciprocating his touches but that didn’t mean he was particularly interested in you. It was just basic human needs.

Sure, Grace would always drag you away from working to have a proper meal together but Rocky was always present.

Did Grace like you?

Did you like Grace?

You were too busy doing the somewhat impossible math in your head of someone as attractive, intelligent and kind as Grace being interested in you that you jumped when a hand landed on your shoulder.

You whipped your head and took a step back when you saw Grace with an amused smile on his face.

“You okay? You were staring into nothing for a little bit there. Did you get another flashback?” Grace asked, his tone shifting something one of worry as he took a step closer.

You blinked at him before clearing your throat, taking another step back. “Yeah, just a memory came back to me but it wasn’t too significant.”

Grace nodded in understanding, taking a step forward and it made you a step back.

That made Grace pause, a confused scowl on his face and you gulped before Grace took another step forward.

You took a step back and it became a sort of dance with you and Grace literally walking in circles around the kitchen before Grace stopped to stare at you with a somewhat sad look on his face.

“Did I do something wrong?” Grace asked you, making you huff out a nervous laugh as you stepped around him towards the exit of the kitchen.

You shook your head. “It’s nothing. I’m just not feeling well today and I don’t want you to catch what I have.”

Grace was about to open his mouth when you turned away and left the room, leaving the man by himself in the kitchen.

You had a million thoughts run through your mind at once and you knew you couldn’t stay in the same room as Grace or else you’d ask him a stupid question that could ruin your entire friendship.

You didn’t want that, you couldn’t lose the last person you cared about due to stupid stuff like romantic feelings.

~~~~~

“Ow! What are you hitting me for?”

You were slapping Grace’s shoulder after he returned back to the ship from collecting the atmospheric samples near the newly named planet Adrian, once Tau Ceti, which was named after Rocky’s mate.

You pointed a finger at Grace. “Next time, wait for me before you decide to go prancing out of the ship.”

“Hey, it’s fine. I’ve done it a couple of times before you woke up from your coma so it’s kind of a cake walk once you’re out there.” Grace replied, removing his space suit.

You let out a scoff, your jaw tensing. “That’s not the point.”

“Okay, what is it then?” Grace replied, putting down the container that held the samples.

You threw your hands up in the air in frustration. “How about the fact that you could’ve died if something went wrong and you didn’t have someone to back you up?”

“Okay but I’m here aren’t I?” Grace softly told you, bringing your hands down to hold. His thumbs rubbing over your knuckles soothingly, making you huff before nodding.

Grace smiled. “You care about me that much huh?”

You felt your face flush before trying to get away from Grace but the man laughed, strengthening his hold on you.

“I care that you’re the only one capable of piloting the ship.” You looked up at him defiantly, not giving in to his teasing.

Grace tilted his head, smiling down at you before squeezing your hands once and letting go. He made a move to bend down and pick up the samples but stopped when your hand suddenly shot out and held his wrist.

Grace looked back at you in confusion, making you roll your eyes at him before dragging him back up to you and cupping his face to pull him down into a kiss.

Grace lets out a surprised noise at the back of his throat before sighing into the kiss, his body relaxing into yours.

It was gentle. The way Grace’s hands wrapped themselves around your middle to bring you closer to him, his tongue prodding at your lips and letting out a moan when you let his tongue slip in to tangle with your own.

The both of you were getting lost in each other’s lips, the spark between the both of you finally lighting up with each touch.

“Why are Grace and Friend eating each other’s faces? Question.”

You and Grace suddenly jumped away from each other, turning to see Rocky staring at the both of you.

You couldn’t help but laugh at getting caught by an extraterrestrial life form, hiding your face in Grace’s chest while the other man’s hand rubbed the back of your head soothingly as he tried to explain the way humans romantically do things.

“Okay, we should test out the samples with the astrophage that we do have and see what causes them to die on Adrian’s atmosphere.” Grace said, getting a nod from you in response before capturing your lips with his again.

You made a noise of disapproval, breaking the kiss to glare at Grace. “Enough of that, we need to start working.”

“But your lips are so addictive, I can’t help it.” Grace whined leaning again but you stopped him by putting your hand between both your faces.

You cocked an eyebrow at the other man before stepping away from him. “You can kiss me all you want once the work’s done.”

“We’re two very talented scientists, I’m sure we can multitask if we put our minds to it. Isn’t collaboration highly recommended to get the best results?” Grace droned on, following you out.

You shook your head in amusement, you had created a monster.

~~~~~

“I don’t understand the need for these glasses if you’re not going to wear them properly.”

You mused fixing Grace’s glasses on his face with a smirk, the other man glaring at you halfheartedly before the both of you turned when Rocky started freaking about life.

The both of you quickly caught on to what he was saying before testing out the samples on the astrophage and yelling out in victory at finding out that Adrian’s atmosphere kills astrophage.

You and Grace followed Rocky across the ship as the Eridian happily chirped about having found the solution to your problems and that now the three of you could go back home to your respective planets.

You and Grace went quiet, the reality of the trip suddenly weighing heavily down on both your minds.

“Rocky, there’s something we need to tell you.” You started, seeing Grace’s expression shut down.

Rocky chirped happily. “Yes, Friend. Rocky now know you and Grace mates.”

“We’re not going home, Rock. This is a one-way trip. We had enough astrophage to get here, but not enough to get back.” Grace said, ignoring the sad look you sent his way.

Rocky suddenly went quiet, Grace’s words apparently hit him hard before you heard a sad noise come out of the Eridian. “So what happens, Grace and Friend. Question.”

Grace waved his hand. “Oh we’ve got enough food to last us a couple of years.”

You nodded, sidling up to Grace. The other man wrapping a hand around your waist and squeezing you as support.

“So, Grace and Friend die? Question.” Rocky asked, his voice sounded a little panicked and it made your heart break.

Grace nodded. “Yeah, once we’re done. The both of us are going to die.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Rocky asked sullenly, forcing you to swallow down a sob that was slowly bubbling up.

Grace shook his head, glancing at you. “It must’ve slipped our minds while we were doing everything else.”

“No,” Rocky fought back. “Grace said Grace go home.”

Grace sighed, releasing your waist before crouching towards Rocky. “Listen.”

“No.” Rocky retorted.

“Listen.” Grace replied.

“No.” Rocky told him.

“Listen,” Grace tried again, Rocky now quiet as the both of them faced each other. “I got to meet you. I got to do all this amazing stuff and I’m probably going to die with the love of my life. I’m good.”

You hid your mouth behind your hand, trying your best to keep it in together and you wondered how Grace was able to get through the tough conversation.

Maybe delivering bad news was part of the job as a teacher.

“He and I have made our peace with it.” Grace pointed back at you as he spoke to Rocky.

Rocky seemed unconvinced. “What mean? What mean make peace?”

“It means,” Grace’s voice cracked. “We know we’re not going home. We know why and it’s okay.”

Rocky was quiet before saying no when Grace asked for a thumbs up. It made your mouth twitch at the way Grace was trying to console Rocky despite the ugliness of the situation.

You bit your lip, keeping to yourself when Rocky told Grace that he was brave. The blonde man sighed, walking away with his hands on his hips.

You hesitated in reaching out to Grace, you could see how tense the muscles in his back were.

“How much astrophage you need? Question.” Rocky suddenly asked, turning his attention to you.

You sighed when you knew Grace wasn’t going to answer. “Two million killograms.”

“I can give,” Rocky replied, catching you off guard. “I go home six years slower.”

“That’s too much.” Grace argued.

“Rocky watch crew die. Could not fix.” Rocky told Grace. “Grace say Grace and Friend die. Rocky fix.”

You watched as the realisation hit Grace. The other man already tearing up at thought of being able to go home.

You walked up to Grace when he put a hand up to your direction, immediately pulling you in his embrace so he could plant a kiss on the side of your head.

Everyone was going home.

~~~~~

You groaned in pain, your head pounding as your eyes adjusted to your surroundings.

Everything was flashing red and you looked around in confusion when you realised Grace wasn’t in the pilot’s seat.

You got up from the floor, your heart sinking when you saw Rocky’s glass containment was shattered from the inside out.

Your heart started to pump crazily in your chest as you began running towards the direction of the medical bay, your mind still in disarray as you stumbled all over the place.

You gasped seeing Grace on the medical bed before your eyes fell to dark shell of what was once Rocky.

You stood still, shocked, thinking that Rocky was dead until you heard the sound of his usual chirping even though it was faint and weak.

You didn’t think twice before picking up Rocky and wincing in pain when his body started to sizzle against your arms.

You dragged Rocky on the floor, the remnants of his body leaving a trail as you let out a groan and powered your way to the open space of Rocky’s container that surrounded the ship’s interior before pushing Rocky inside and getting your arms burnt in the process when the ammonia touched your skin.

You watched as Rocky slowly but surely retreated into another one of his safety zones that wasn’t compromised before the Eridian fell to the ground in a tired heap.

You forced yourself to walk up to where Rocky was lying down, ignoring the burns on your arms before sliding down next to the container and resting your head against the glass.

Rocky chirped and you huffed out a laugh, nodding in reply.

“I’m okay,” You told Rocky breathlessly. “I’ll watch you and Grace, you don’t have to worry about us. You just need to get better, okay buddy?”

Rocky gives you a final chirp before going silent. You closed your eyes and gave out a sigh before feeling the adrenaline leave your body, the exhaustion finally kicking and knocking you out cold.

~~~~~

“Come on, baby. You got this, don’t leave me.”

You squirmed, hearing Grace’s voice before feeling something next to your body move. You twitched your fingers and heard a gasp on the side.

You forced your eyes open, blinking to adjust to the light that was shining directly down on your face before you turned your head to see Grace staring down at you.

“Hi.” You said to Grace, your voice slightly muffled by the oxygen mask that was strapped to your face.

“Hi.” Grace replied, breathily.

You tried to move but winced when you felt both your arms were stinging.

“Hey, it’s okay. Don’t move,” Grace cooed at you, his hand rubbing the top of your head soothingly. “The cooling agent is helping you treat the burns on your arms.”

“Rocky?” You asked, remembering how you got those burns.

Grace smiled down at you, dropping a kiss to your forehead. “He’s fine, just knocked out. You saved him.”

“He saved you first.” You told Grace, getting a nod in response before Grace wiped a tear from his face.

Grace let out a tired sigh, leaning back on the chair he was sitting on. “I’ll watch over him, you just have to rest. I don’t think you’ll be using your hands anytime soon with those third degree burns.”

“So much for asking you to hold my hand then.” You replied, getting a slight smile out of Grace.

Grace shook his head before leaning his body towards yours. “I can still give you kisses so you don’t have to worry about that.”

You laughed, Grace joining you before a comfortable silence falls between the both of you.

You glanced at Grace and sighed. “I remembered what happened to my sister.”

Grace didn’t reply, his body bristling in response before giving you a sad smile.

You felt your eyes start to sting as tears were flowing down the sides of your face. “Killed because of a mistake.”

“I know. I’m sorry.” Grace consoled you, rubbing away the tears from your face.

You shook your head. “It wasn’t your fault, accidents happen but I just didn’t think it was going to be that intense and now I have to mourn my sister all over again.”

“If you need time to process this alone, I get it. I’ll be here however you need to be.” Grace reassured you, making you smile.

You nodded. “I do need you. I love you.”

“I love you too.” Grace smiled softly before leaning down to kiss your forehead.

You settled down on the bed, squirming slightly since you still couldn’t move your arms. “Once Rocky wakes up, we’ll get out of here right?”

“Of course.” Grace replied.

The side of your mouth twitched. “It’s funny that this was also technically how we first met on the ship.”

“That’s true except you look way cuter now than how you were the first time you woke up.” Grace replied, making you scoff at him before the both of you laughed.

You rolled your eyes at him. “Not all of us can be a muscled hunk that’s also a scientist.”

“Took you long enough babe to notice this physique, I’ll let you explore them once we’re settled with everything around us.” Grace told you, making you shake your head at him fondly.

You sighed. “You know even if Rocky didn’t have extra astrophage for us, I think it was pretty nice to find my home with you.”

Grace nodded, smiling. “Home is wherever you are.”

“Sap.” You retorted, getting an offended squawk from Grace.

Grace huffed. “You started it.”

You felt your eyes get heavy again, yawning slightly before turning to Grace. “Grace?”

“Yeah baby?” Grace sat closer to you.

You smiled at the pet name. “Make sure Rocky wakes up, okay?”

“Of course, baby. We’re not leaving him.” Grace huffed out a small laugh before pecking you on the cheek as you slowly drifted off to sleep.

There were still many things to do but you knew Grace was able to handle it.

He was the bravest man you’ve ever met.

*****

Author’s note:

My first Ryland Grace fic!

I’m so happy to be able to post this after having watched Project Hail Mary so many times in the theaters

Can’t wait to write more!

As always, thank you for reading :)

[2urbles]

finally finished this thing I started last year, then took multiple months break on for surgery & moving, then cranked to the finish line this past month to have in time to give to some friends at fanime ^^ please enjoy my blankie feelings

[sonnycampbellsmith]

Pairing: Clark Kent x Male Reader

Synopsis: Staying a week at the Kent Farm creates a very sexually frustrated Clark

Tags: cute, fluff, smút with plot, smitten Clark, obsessive Clark, clingy Clark, horny Clark, Top Clark, Bottom Reader, semi-public sex, car sex

Reader is Zatanna’s brother. Backwards sentences used as spellcasting. No use of Y/N.

Continuation of this fic

Author’s note at the end :)

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“You’re teasing me.”

Clark whispered to you as you walked past him to put the dirty plates in the sink after dinner with his parents at the Kent Farm.

You cocked an eyebrow at him as you turned on the water, Clark stood beside you with a washcloth to wipe the wet plates that you handed him. “What are you talking about?”

“Oh you know,” Clark’s voice went a little higher as if your obliviousness to his words was just an act. “Strutting around being the perfect partner in front of my parents as if that doesn’t drive me nuts.”

“Are you saying that you’re turned on because I’m being a good guest in your parents’ home?” You couldn’t help but let out a laugh at Clark, who blushed at you as he continued to wipe down the plates.

Clark shrugged. “Everything about you turns me on, honey.”

“Ah, now I get it. Me putting the no sex rule under your parents’ roof is making you malfunction since you could do whatever you wanted in the safety of our apartment in Metropolis.” You whispered to Clark, your tone teasing.

Clark huffed. “You won’t even let me touch you down there when we’re in bed. The blankets cover us just fine.”

You handed Clark the last plate, moving away from the sink to dry your hands with one of the towels hanging on the side before you patted Clark on the cheek and winked at him. “We’re here for a week and it’s only been three days so far baby. You wanted me to meet your parents so you’re going to have to deal with it.”

You walked out of the kitchen leaving a pouting Clark behind to finish up his task as he heard you converse with his mother in the living room.

“Trouble in paradise?”

Clark jumped slightly at the voice of his father right behind him, making him shake his head sheepishly at the older man. “No Pa, of course not. We were just riffing.”

Jonathan laughed. “Look I get it. When your Ma told me that you were coming back with your boyfriend to visit for a week, I was elated and then I remembered I can’t do anything in the bedroom with your mother considering that super hearing of yours.”

“Pa that’s gross! I didn’t need to know that.” Clark chastised his father, his face turning red before getting a belly laugh out from the older man as Jonathan left the kitchen.

Clark covered his blushing face with his hands, at least now he didn’t have to worry about feeling frisky with you after that piece of information about his parents.

~~~~~

On the fourth day, you offered to go to the store in town, which was a short drive away, to get some fresh produce for dinner.

It was still pretty early in the afternoon so you weren’t rushing and Clark already said that he’d drive.

“Oh you don’t have to do all that, you’re our guest.” Martha sweetly told you.

You shook your head. “No, it’s fine. It’d be good to stretch outside for a little bit and I can already tell Clark’s getting antsy from constantly staying indoors.”

You and Martha turned your heads to the window, the sight of Clark using his powers to help out in the field with Jonathan makes you smile.

“You know after Lois, I wasn’t sure if Clark was going to be this open and happy again. That breakup made him hide his pain behind the Superman mantle and I thought the boy I raised was gone.” Martha wistfully told you, making you turn your head back to her to only see a sad smile on her face.

You reached out, curling your fingers over her wrist and smiling comfortingly at her when she met your eyes. “Well, you don’t have to worry about that anymore. I promise to bring him back here more often despite our busy schedules.”

“You know, the first time Clark came home a year or so after the breakup, he couldn’t stop talking about the gorgeous man he met in the Justice League.” Martha whispered at you as if it was a kept secret between her and Clark, making you chuckle.

“I’m sure Clark was just exaggerating,” You told Martha, remembering your first meeting with Clark in the Watch Tower’s break room. “I wasn’t that much of a name when my sister asked me to join the League with her.”

“Oh dear, Clark was raving about you all night. The man that surpassed him in talent and wittiness without even trying and I saw the light come back into his eyes. You’re amazing for him.” Martha told you, making you gulp at the sudden onslaught of information that you weren’t privy to before.

You wondered if Clark was eavesdropping on the conversation and your question was answered when the back door to the kitchen suddenly slammed open.

“Ma! You can’t just share that stuff with him!” Clark exasperatedly said to Martha, his face turning crimson with embarrassment.

Martha laughed, waving him off. “I didn’t say anything too embarrassing, I was just telling him the truth.”

You took pity on Clark, standing up from the table to kiss him on the cheek. “Go and change, we still have to get groceries from town.”

“You sure, hun? It looks like it’s about to rain.” Clark replied.

You glanced outside, just noticing the grey clouds in the sky and a thought came into your mind. “Well even if we’re caught in the rain, we’d still be in the car so it’s fine.”

Clark merely shrugged at that before disappearing to the bathroom for a quick shower and to change out of his sweaty clothes.

You spent most of the time chatting with Martha and Jonathan before Clark walked out into the living room in just a white shirt and jeans, his glasses sitting perfectly on his face to keep his secret identity while in town.

“Shall we, honey?”

You nodded, making your way out of the door before turning back to the older Kents. “We’ll be out for a bit and might even be a little longer if it rains, so don’t worry about us.”

Martha and Jonathan nodded before seeing the both of you off at the front door. Clark waved at them before opening the passenger door for you like the gentleman that he was before getting to the other side so he could start the drive.

The both of you drove off in a jeep that Clark rented for the trip back to Smallville from Metropolis, the inside of the car spacious for all the stuff you brought over the week long stay.

“How far’s the market again?” You asked Clark, your eyes paying attention to the sky darkening as Clark drove.

Clark glanced at you. “About a half hour or so, hopefully the rain won’t be too bad.”

You nodded, a small smile on your face as the plan in your head began to unravel perfectly.

~~~~~

Just as you predicted, the rain started to pour halfway through the ride.

“Baby, let’s just park on the side so we don’t get into any accidents.” You told Clark, the other man glancing at you in confusion before doing so.

Clark parked the jeep a little off the road, just far enough so no other vehicles would accidentally cause a collision due to the heavy downpour.

Clark hummed, looking out the window. “We can barely see the road. Well, technically I can but better to be safe than sorry.”

“Cigam edih su morf gnirednaw seye.” You murmured under your breath, making Clark turn to you in confusion at you randomly conjuring up a spell.

Clark gave you a small smile, his hand squeezing your thigh in reassurance. “You don’t have to protect us with magic hun, I’m sure the rain will subside soon and then we can make our way to the market and back to the farm in no time.”

“Actually, I’m betting on the rain lasting a little while longer so we could have some privacy of our own.” You replied, getting an alarmed look from Clark as he glanced outside in case there were any other vehicles passing by.

Clark laughed nervously. “I thought you said no sex while we’re here.”

“I said no sex under your parents’ roof,” You corrected him as you began unbuttoning your shirt, Clark’s eyes immediately entranced by the exposed skin of your chest. “Right now? We’re free to do whatever we want.”

Clark opened and closed his mouth, still processing what was happening in front of him as you continued to strip. “What if people drive by and see us.”

You paused, your hands on the button of your pants as you gave Clark an amused smile. “Baby, I put a cloaking spell on the jeep. No one’s going to see us, all they’re gonna see is a giant tree log on the side of the road.”

“Oh.” Clark replied, his face turning red at realising the truth before he cleared his throat as he left his glasses on the dashboard and took his shirt off when you raised your eyebrows at him to join you.

“We should probably do this in the back, more leg room for the both of us.” Clark murmured, his eyes already glazed over with lust as he watched you crawl into the backseat.

You smiled as Clark crawled in behind you, the man hovering over you with a hungry look on his face. “What do you want to do?”

“I want to kiss you, I want to mark you, I want to open you up and then I want to make love to you. Is that okay hun?” Clark asked, leaning his body down so both your chests were touching.

You let out a happy sigh, feeling Clark’s weight comfortably on top of you before you nodded and grabbed Clark’s face to pull him into a kiss.

Clark let out a deep groan as deepened the kiss, claiming your lips with his before slipping his tongue to tangle it with yours.

You threw your arms over Clark’s shoulders, your fingers playing with the curls on the back of his head as he began rutting his massive bulge against yours.

Clark broke the kiss, only to redirect his mouth to your exposed shoulder and neck. You whimpered as he nibbled on the skin before licking the spot with his tongue to soothe the pain.

“You taste so good.” Clark said to you before sinking his dull teeth into your neck, making you cry out as he began to suck a hickey that was big enough for everyone to see.

Clark’s breath hot and damp with his tongue lapping up the mark on your neck before he descends so he was at face level with your chest.

Clark’s hands were now on your waist, holding you down. You squirmed in his grip as Clark’s mouth sucked on one of your nipples, the man letting out groan when you whimpered in response.

Clark released your nipple from his mouth with an audible pop, looking up at your blissed out expression with a feral grin on his own face. “You love that, hun?”

“God, yes.” You moaned out, shivering slightly when Clark blew against the nipple that he practically chewed on.

Clark’s hands then slipped into the waistband of your pants, pulling them down your legs as you lifted your hips to help him take them off.

“Take yours off too.” You whispered before moving to the side to make room for Clark so he could get his jeans off along with his boxers, leaving him completely nude.

You licked your lips at the erotic sight, moving to touch yourself when Clark intercepted your movement by grabbing your hand and tutting disapprovingly at you.

“I’m not done yet, honey.” Clark told you before readjusting so he was lying back on the seats, his legs hanging slightly over at the front.

You blinked in surprise when Clark tapped his chin with an expectant look on his face, it made you blush.

“Come on hun, take a seat.” Clark told you, patiently waiting for you to move.

You carefully adjusted yourself, kneeling right over Clark’s face before lowering yourself down and whimpering when Clark’s tongue immediately licked up into your hole.

The slick sounds of Clark’s tongue eating you out accompanied by your own whimpers turned you on, your cock now rock hard.

You glanced behind you and smiled seeing Clark’s incredible member bouncing along as you started to ride his face.

You let out a cry when Clark’s hands grabbed your hips and pulled you down until you were fully seated on his face, the feeling of his warm tongue filling you up as it wriggled inside you.

Clark lets out a deep moan, the vibration from his voice reverberated inside you causing you to gasp as your body shuddered in delight.

“Clark, that’s enough.” You panted out before dislodging yourself from Clark’s face, his face covered in slick and sweat as he sat up to catch his breath.

Clark grinned, as he got off the floor to sit in the middle of the seats. “That was amazing.”

“Now sit back and relax, baby.” You pushed against his chest before leaning down so the top half of your body was draped over his lap.

Clark’s hand traveling down your back as he let out a sigh when you took his cock into your mouth and began bobbing your head on his impressive length.

Clark’s breath hitched when you took him deeper into your throat, trying his best to not raise his hips up so he didn’t accidentally choke you.

You moaned around his cock when Clark’s finger tapped on your hole, circling the rim before dipping his finger in.

You bobbed your head in the same rhythm as Clark’s fingering, letting out a muffled whimper with your mouth full when Clark added another finger into you.

“You did so good, honey.” Clark told you when he pulled your mouth off his cock before he sweetly kissed you on the lips. “Get on my lap.”

You nodded before getting up and straddling Clark’s hips, letting Clark manhandle you so he could line his cock up with your hole.

You let out a satisfied chuckle when you sank down on Clark’s cock, the familiar feeling of him stretching you out was comforting after not having sex for almost a week.

Clark must’ve agreed with you with how his arms immediately wrapped themselves around your middle before he burrowed his face into your neck as he thrusted his hips up into you while your arms were cradling the back of his head and his broad shoulders.

You slowly gyrated your hips on Clark’s lap, carefully riding the man and enjoying your time together since the both of you were on a time limit.

“Oh…yeah…” Clark moaned out, his eyes rolling to back of his head at the sensually delicious pace you were going at as you continued to ride him.

You let out a sigh, leaning back with your arms over the headrests of the front seat in act of display for Clark as his eyes hungrily rake over your body while his hands gripped your waist.

You smirked, looking at the ravenous expression on Clark’s face. “Let loose.”

That was enough for Clark to thrust up into you renewed vigour, his hands controlling your body’s movements by your waist by moving you up and down on his cock.

You loved when Clark gets like this, his usual responsible and demeanour changing into one of lust and desperation.

You loved that only you were able to make Clark this way, the other man’s face contorting to one of pure animalistic bliss.

“Fuck!” You exclaimed after a particular thrust that hit your prostate. “Clark, I love you.”

Those three simple words were more powerful and magical than any other spell you’ve ever used when it sent Clark into a frenzy state as he immediately gathered your body into his arms and sunk his teeth into your shoulder while thrusting into you.

You felt a familiar heat tug in your gut and you couldn’t even stop it before you cried out as you came in between your and Clark’s sweaty bodies.

Clark let out a deep guttural groan, spilling his seed into you when your hole squeezed his cock so tightly after your own ejaculation.

Clark cried out, feeling you milk him with every squeeze of your hole. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, panting heavily. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

“I know baby, it’s okay. You did well, you can rest now.” You smiled rubbing the back of Clark’s head soothingly as you cooed at him, helping him calm down after such an intense high.

You glanced outside the back window and huffed out a laugh. “Looks like we fucked till the rain clouds left the skies.”

“Honey, don’t swear.” Clark grumbled against your neck, hugging your body closer to his.

You sighed, remembering that your boyfriend was never beating the boy scout allegations. You kissed the side of his head apologetically. “Okay, baby.”

~~~~~

“Teg aremac ydaer.”

You and Clark were back in the front seats of the jeep, all cleaned up and clothes were practically brand new due to your magic.

Clark chuckled, looking down at his body as he adjusted his glasses. “Do I want to know why you have a spell to clean us up after we made love?”

“You know you can say sex, baby.” You teased Clark, poking the dimple on his cheek when you saw him blush.

Clark puffed out his cheeks, feeling slightly embarrassed. “Well, I’d like to think it’s more than sex for us.”

“That’s cute, I love you too Clark.” You replied, leaning in to kiss him on the cheek when Clark turned at the last second so your lips collided with his lips instead.

Clark gives you a cheeky grin before starting the jeep and reversing back on the road before sighing. “Ma’s gonna kill me when she realises that we took way too long.”

“I’ll protect you, Superman.” You told Clark, picking his hand that wasn’t on the wheel and kissed the back of it.

Clark gave you a look of adoration. “My hero, I love you.”

“I love you more.” You challenged Clark, cocking an eyebrow at him.

Clark shook his head with a grin. “Not possible.”

*****

Author’s note:

Fun fact, there was a completely different draft of this same synopsis but I hated it so much that I deleted it and then started afresh 5 months after!

Anyways, I just realised I’ve been writing a lot of smut for Clark. Should I stop? NAH, where’s the fun in that?

As always, thank you for reading :)

[sonnycampbellsmith]

Pairing: Bucky x Male Reader

Synopsis: Bucky knows he’s technically your boss, he can’t help falling for you still

Tags: cute, fluff, humour, slight angst, smitten Bucky, pining Bucky, clingy Bucky, flirty Bucky, jealous Bucky, teasing Bucky, flustered reader

Normal Human AU, CEO Bucky AU

Reader is Bucky’s assistant. Reader is Tony Stark’s adopted brother.

Author’s note at the end :)

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“One hot cup of brown bean water for Mr Barnes.”

The side of Bucky’s mouth twitched, looking up from his laptop to see you standing at the entrance of his private office with his usual cup of coffee in your hand. He loved that you absolutely hated the beverage but still brought it to him every morning.

Bucky gratefully accepted the coffee, his eyes wandering over to the outfit you were wearing to work today. Instead of the usual blazer you’d wear over your dress shirt and pants, it was now replaced by a long coat that stopped directly by your thighs.

Bucky gulped, trying his best to not imagine those thighs wrapped around his shoulders.

“Why’re you all dolled up, doll?” Bucky asked, getting an unimpressed look from you as you supported yourself by leaning on the side of his office desk with your arms crossed.

You sighed. “You have to start churning out new nicknames if you still want me around, also you’re wearing a very expensive suit today so you can’t say shit.”

“But you’re always dressed so nicely compared to everyone else in the office, I can’t help but notice the change.” Bucky teased you, smiling when he saw your cheeks tinted red at his words.

You cleared your throat. “You need to be nicer to all the other employees that work for you too by the way, this floor needs a morale boost.”

“You need to realise that I am your boss and you should probably be nicer to me instead.” Bucky retorted with a sarcastic grin, seeing you roll your eyes in response.

You shook your head, a small smile forming on your face. “Last I checked, my brother’s the president of Stark Industries and he’s your boss so I’d watch that tone if I were you.”

“You mean Tony made you my assistant so you could be his little spy and make sure that I’m not out of line.” Bucky replied, biting on his bottom lip when you merely shrugged at him, not denying any of his claims before you stood up properly and made your way to the front of his desk.

You tapped your fingers on the mahogany wood material of his desk. “You have an important meeting today with the Board of Directors, they’re expecting you to present an update on the work the company has been doing with the prosthesis made with Stark tech.”

“Our recent participant has been doing well with her new arm, correct? Misty Knight?” Bucky asked you, switching into business mode effortlessly.

You nodded. “Considering she’s an officer that lost her arm after getting shot in Harlem and was hesitant at accepting our offer for the prosthesis, she’s showing signs of improvement with her mental health and has adapted to her new arm. Having a metal arm helps you fight crime better, who knew?”

“Well we all watched Robocop,” Bucky chuckled before tapping the top of his laptop. “Could you send me the rest of the files so I can make a proper powerpoint presentation to show the board. The meeting’s after lunch right?”

“Yep,” You replied, pulling your phone out and tapping on it for a few seconds before sending Bucky the necessary information needed. “I’ll see you upstairs in the meeting room after lunch.”

“Oh we’re not having lunch together?” Bucky asked.

You rolled your eyes at him. “As much as I love doing lunch with you every single day as if we don’t spend every hour of our work life together, I got asked out by one of the newer leads of the company. We kept bumping each other in the lobby, making small talk while waiting for the elevator and he eventually asked if I wanted to get lunch with him.”

“That’s why you’re all dressed up.” Bucky replied lamely, trying not to let his jealousy fester and show on his face.

You grinned and did a slight twirl, a hopeful expression on your face and Bucky couldn’t help but smile at how adorable you were. “Haven’t really had someone ask me out in a while so I’m hoping the lunch goes well.”

“What’s the name of the guy?” Bucky asked casually.

Bucky sees you walking around, gathering the stuff you needed before you stopped at the front of his office door. “John Walker, he leads the team that’s two floors below us. Anyways, I’ll see you later.”

Bucky mutely nodded as you left, he had the perfect view of the elevator and he watched as you walked off with confidence in every step that you took until you disappeared into the elevator.

Bucky leaned back on his seat, letting out a sigh as he pouted. He felt the heaviness of his emotions weigh down on his chest.

“I’ll miss you.” Bucky muttered to the empty room before turning his attention to the laptop as he tried to not think about you on a date, hoping his work would distract him until lunch was over.

~~~~~

Bucky got through the meeting with the Board of Directors smoothly, managing to answer every single question aimed at him although he would be lying if he wasn’t a little distracted by you sitting at the side with a scowl on your face the entire presentation.

Even when the both of you were walking back to his office, you were uncharacteristically quiet the entire time. You didn’t even glance at the rest of Bucky’s team or greeted them like you usually would.

Bucky quickly shut the door once the both of you stepped into his office, staring at the way your back was tense as you moved to sit on one of the large leather chairs and pulled out your own laptop to start working.

“Are you okay?” Bucky carefully asked you, shoving his hands into the pockets of his pants as he saw you cock an eyebrow at him.

You shrugged. “I’m fine. I just need to list down all the talking points from the meeting and then I’ll send it to you by the end of today.”

“You just seem tense.” Bucky winced at the way he sounded, suddenly realising how bad he was at trying to comfort someone.

You huffed, fixing your face to give Bucky somewhat a strained smile. “It’s nothing Bucky, just drop it.”

“Something is obviously bothering you and as your boss it’s my duty to make sure you’re able to focus in the workplace without external distractions.” Bucky replied, getting a look of disdain from you.

You sighed, shutting your laptop. “You’re just going to keep pestering me about it until I say something huh?”

Bucky shrugged at you. “Pretty much.”

“Fine. I’ll work somewhere else for today then.” You gave Bucky a snarky smile in return before you stood up to pack your things.

Bucky’s mind went into overdrive. He had already missed you in the morning due to John Walker and he didn’t think he could survive the rest of the day without you in his office.

Bucky moved quickly, reaching out to grab your arm and getting an alarmed look from you in return.

“Bucky?” You said his name, your brows furrowing in confusion.

Bucky gulped before releasing you and taking a step back. “Sorry. You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, we can just stay here and work quietly.”

Bucky sees a flurry of emotions flicker over your face before you reached out and squeezed his shoulder, your eyes softening with a small smile on your face.

“Okay,” You replied before sitting back in your position on the leather chair and raised your eyebrows at him expectantly, your eyes glancing at his desk. “That means you have to work too, Mr Barnes.”

Bucky huffed out a laugh, feeling relieved before heading back to his desk to work. He still wanted to ask you what was wrong but he kept it to himself since it was obvious you weren’t in a talking mood, he was just happy you stayed.

~~~~~

“Get dinner with me.”

Bucky sees you falter as you were packing your things, your eyes blinking up at him owlishly as if Bucky had grown a second head.

You cocked an eyebrow at him. “What’s the occasion?”

“Nothing, I just didn’t have lunch.” Bucky replied, getting a noise of disapproval from you as you rounded his desk to stand next to his chair with your hands on your hips like a parent berating their child.

You glared at him. “Why didn’t you say anything earlier? I could have gotten you food before I came back for the meeting.”

“I didn’t want to interrupt your date.” Bucky responded, getting a huff from you.

You folded your arms, your expression closed off again like earlier. “Some date, what an asshole.”

“What happened?” Bucky asked, making you flinch when he saw you realise that you had said your thoughts out loud.

You were about to shake your head again when Bucky immediately stood up from his chair and gently crowded his body against yours by his desk, forcing you to look up at him as he fixed you with a determined look. “Tell me. Don’t give me some bullshit that you don’t want to talk about it because it’s obviously eating at you.”

Bucky watched as you had a conflicted expression on your face, your jaw tensing up before you sighed and pushed at his chest so he could take a step back.

“Fine,” You grunted out. “But at least give me some breathing room from that brick wall you call a body.”

Bucky nodded, taking a step back with the satisfaction of you noticing his physique. He still felt the warmth of your hand lingering on his chest and he silently craved for more.

You sighed, your eyes meeting Bucky’s and he was surprised to see a hint of vulnerability behind your gaze especially with it aimed at him.

“When I went for my lunch with John, everything was fine until he started to talk about the company.” You started, getting a silent nod from Bucky.

You clicked your tongue in disgust. “And then he started insulting you, basically calling you derogatory names and said that you were some snobby rich guy who doesn’t work hard or care about his employees.”

“Doll, people are going to think that regardless when I’m the CEO of a multimillion dollar company.” Bucky tried reasoning with you but only receiving a frustrated groan from you in response.

You shook your head defiantly at him, your hand waving in the air as you ranted. “But I know it’s not true! I’ve worked with you for almost a year and I’ve seen the hard work you’ve put in for the projects. You even went to talk to Misty Knight personally about getting her that prosthesis!”

“Hey, hey. It’s okay,” Bucky softly cooed at you, gently grabbing your hand and pulling it down to link his fingers with yours in a comforting gesture. “It doesn’t matter what others think, I know my own worth and I know the work I put in for this company.”

“How can you say that?” You asked in a demanding tone. “How can you continue to work like nothing’s happening when there’s people out here spreading lies about you?”

“Because I don’t care what they think, if I start caring what other people think of me and how they see me then I wouldn’t be able to give my all to my job.” Bucky tried reasoning with you, knowing it wasn’t enough to convince you.

You huffed, rolling your eyes as you pulled your hand away from Bucky’s to cross your arms. “Yeah, your job keeps everyone else’s afloat.”

“I don’t care what they think of me,” Bucky repeated, his body leaning closer to yours. “The only person’s opinion I care about the most is yours.”

The whole room went silent, Bucky watched as the gears were turning in your head as you processed his words.

“What?” You squinted at Bucky in confusion and disbelief. “Why does my opinion matter at all? I’m not Tony, I’m not in a position of power.”

Bucky sighed, smiling at you. He thought he could ignore and shake off his feelings for you but he couldn’t hold them back anymore.

You tutted, smacking him on the shoulder. “What are you smiling at?”

“God, you’re adorable.” Bucky told you, seeing your eyes widened in response.

You gasped. “What?!”

“You’re adorable,” Bucky repeated, grinning in amusement when he sees your face turn deep red. “And I like you, that’s why your opinion matters the most to me.”

“Oh.” You dumbly replied, your earlier outburst of energy now replaced with shyness and Bucky was trying his best to not maul you with kisses.

Bucky then hears the most beautiful sound to come out your mouth, a tiny giggle escaping your lips as your eyes meet his with a glint of adoration.

“I like you too.” You whispered, shyly.

Bucky leaned closer to you, forcing you sit on the edge of his desk while his hands were resting by your sides. “Say that again, doll.”

“Stop it, this is embarrassing.” You pouted, making Bucky laugh as he dropped his head onto your shoulder with a sigh.

You giggled again when Bucky took a not subtle sniff of your scent. The smell of your natural sweat from the day mixed in with the sweet perfume you’d always wear was making his head giddy.

“You even smell amazing sweetheart.” Bucky murmured against your neck, the tip of his tongue accidentally touching your skin and he was suddenly pushed away by you.

Bucky’s eyes widened in surprised before his face relaxed into a grin when he saw the redness from your face had traveled down under the collar of your shirt, the sight causing him to lick his lips.

You gave him a halfhearted glare, rubbing at the spot on your neck where his face was previously occupying. “Okay none of that in the office.”

Bucky smirked before raising his hands in defeat. “Of course, sweetheart. I’m sorry, can I at least hug you?”

You turned your head towards the front door of Bucky’s office, seeing it shut before you nodded. Bucky smiled before stepping back into your space and gathering you in his arms.

Bucky buried his face in your neck and sighed happily, feeling your hand soothingly rub his back as you laughed.

“Let me take you out to dinner,” Bucky told you, pulling back slightly while his hands rested on your waist. “I’ll show you what an actual date is like.”

“You were jealous, weren’t you?” You called Bucky out with an amused look.

Bucky pouted at you. “I saw you first.”

“Ugh, you can’t be cute and hot at the same time.” You told Bucky with a grimace, jumping slightly in his arms when he pinched you on the side.

Bucky shook his head with a small smile. “That’s my line, sweetheart.”

“Okay, let’s go already. As nice as this is being in each other’s arms, you have to eat something and not go to bed with an empty stomach.” You scolded Bucky, using your assistant voice against him.

Bucky sighed defeatedly, dropping his head to your shoulder again. “Yes dear.”

~~~~~

“Sewage water for Mr Barnes.”

Bucky smirked as you walked into his office with a fresh cup of coffee, which he gratefully accepted before taking a sip.

Bucky lets out a noise of disapproval, smacking his lips loudly and it causes you to turn to him in concern.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, taking a step towards Bucky as he was leaning on his desk with a scowl on his face.

Bucky lifted the coffee up, examining it before clicking his tongue. “It’s much more bitter than usual.”

“Shoot, the barista probably brewed it differently today. Do you want me to head back down to the cafe?” You asked Bucky, who shook his head in response.

Bucky sighed. “It’s fine, just needs a little extra sugar.”

Bucky put down the coffee on his desk, turning his body towards you and getting a confused look from you.

“Come here.” Bucky pulled you closer to him by your waist before pecking you on the lips and pulling back with a satisfied smirk.

You stared back at him with wide eyes, your face blossoming with red before you squinted at him and slapped his shoulder. “What did I say about casual PDA in the office?”

“You’re cute when you’re mad at me.” Bucky teased you, relishing in the pout you gave him as he squeezed your waist.

A cough from the front of the office causes the both of you to jump in surprise before separating.

Bucky felt the blood in his face drain when he saw Tony standing in front of the office with a quizzical look.

“Explain.”

*****

Author’s note:

I think I might make CEO boyfriend Bucky a short series, this was very fun to write and I imagine CEO Bucky being a very doting boyfriend

I apologise if this was short and there were a lot of mistakes! I wrote all of this while I was at work lmao

As always, thank you for reading :)