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Becoming the Queen

Bee hybrids x Fem!Reader

warning: oviposition, orgy, breeding, oral

WK: 5k

A/N: I hope this is alright for a Valentine’s Day special… this is a commission, hehe. The lovely members on kofi got to see this 2 weeks early ><

It was early, the grass you trudged through to get to work still wet with the morning dew. You never truly enjoyed waking up before the sun rose, but you loved what you did and could never give it up.

You were a florist, owning the only flower shop in the county. People from all over would come to buy a bouquet, and you were up to your head in flower arrangements by the late afternoon.

Some customers were kind, tipping you well and making sure their flowers were well taken care of. Others got on your very last nerve, daring to say your flowers seemed old or wilted.

It took everything in you not to leap over the counters. You could take people insulting you, but no one could insinuate that your flowers weren’t perfect. You grew them yourself, preening and watering them to perfection.

As you neared your flower shop, you noticed there were more customers than usual waiting outside. Usually most of your sales happened after 10 am, not so early in the day.

But as you took out your keys and looked up, you realized that not all of them were there for flowers.

One of your windows was broken, shards of glass covering the floor and a bit of blood staining the windowsill. Something has smashed through the glass!

And from taking one look into your shop, you realized that they hadn’t just broken your window.

Bouquets lay strewn across the cool tiles, petals blowing in the wind as you opened the door. Someone or something had been in your shop and had ruined your carefully arranged bouquets.

A shard of one of your potted plants crunched under your foot as you took in all the damage that had been done. It would set you back several weeks.

“Damn it…”

Although it frustrated you to no end, you brushed off your skirt and set off to the back, grabbing a broom and getting to work.

After getting the mess up and opening up the shop, you tried your best not to think about what destroyed your inventory. You focused on your work instead. It was always easy to lose yourself in a good book while waiting on your next customer, but today your mind kept wandering back to potential culprits.

There were a group of teenagers that vandalized a restaurant a block away last week. At the local boba place, someone had been stealing the boba and straws. It wasn’t unthinkable that the other incidents may be related to what happened earlier that morning.

You closed the shop for the night, sighing as you zipped up your hoodie. It was way too cold, you’d have to bring your coat tomorrow if you planned on being out this late.

It couldn’t be helped, you had to stay after closing to contact clients and refer them to other florists that could get their arrangements done now that the ones you prepared were ruined.

Thankfully, most of your clients were kind enough to overlook it, but you received a few earfuls that you couldn’t complain about. At least they weren’t leaving a bad review…

The night air made you shiver. You rubbed your arms and continued on home, dreading tomorrow. There was so much work you’d have to redo, and money you would lose out on.

‘I hope there’s going to be enough money left over for me to pay my bills this month…’

You were stirred from your thoughts when you felt a chill go down your spine. For a moment you just assumed it was the frigid temperatures making you feel this way, but something was off.

The world around you was quiet. The way home had sparse light, and before that night you had never been afraid of the dark. It comforted you, in fact.

But as you froze in the middle of the path, your heart thumping against your chest, you realized that there was a sound that drowned out everything else. You hadn’t noticed it at first, and now it was almost unbearably loud.

A buzzing filled the air, and you quickly had to cover your ears as it only increased in volume.

You picked up something else, the smell of honey. Slowly, you opened your eyes.

It took a moment to fully comprehend what was before you. There were several humanoid silhouettes surrounding you, and their outlines were… fluffy?

“Is this really her?”

“Yes, I told you she was soft!”

“And she makes the flowers bloom?”

“Yes, yes!”

A hand reached out to tilt your chin up, and you were face to face with some kind of insect-like creature. It was taller than any man you had ever seen, with big black eyes and yellow… fluff? Fuzz? You weren’t sure, but these things didn’t have normal human skin.

“Ah, she’s just as pretty as you said.”

The other creatures let out a satisfied buzz, encircling you. They all seemed rather curious and excited, lifting up parts of your clothing and examining you.

“H-hey!”

When you yelped, they all backed off, seeming confused and a little hurt. “Wh… what the hell are you… things? Why are you following me!?”

The leader stepped forward again, a bit sheepish but understanding. “Sorry… we saw how upset you were about the mess we made and-“

“You all caused that mess!?”

They all let out whines and upset buzzes as you groaned. The entire day had been a nightmare you’d wake up from soon. It had to be.

“I’m going to bed…”

You moved past the group, but they followed after you, seeming concerned and nervous.

“But you’re coming with u-“

His mouth was covered by another’s hand. “We’re sorry for the mess. Please, we’ll help repay you tomorrow. So… don’t be too angry.”

It was hard to stay too angry with them, they sounded genuinely remorseful and a touch sad. “… alright, but you’ll need to be here early tomorrow.”

You went to bed, figuring that this would all be over once you had a good night of sleep. There were no strange bee-like creatures in your front yard, no difficult messes to deal with, just a bad dream.

Unfortunately you were very wrong.

Walking outside with your hot coffee and sporting your pajamas, you were met with several expectant faces.

“You’re awake!”

You stood there for a moment, blinking sluggishly before staring down at your coffee. After blinking a few times, you breathed in and out.

“So… you are real then.”

The creatures were bee hybrids, a species you heard about before. Hybrids weren’t exactly uncommon, but it was rare for insect based hybrids to leave their hives or nests to interact with humans.

They did keep their promise and help you prepare bouquets the entire day, pollinating your flowers and following after you baby ducklings with their mother.

Unbeknownst to you, the bees had been watching you for a while.

It started when they lost their queen.

For months she had been bedridden, and no eggs were laid. Of course, the bee hybrids were much more concerned about their beloved queen than eggs, but she was beside herself with worry.

“Who will take care of you when I’m gone?”

The queen knew she was well past her egg bearing years and was going to die soon. After all, what purpose did a queen have when she couldn’t expand the hive?

“Don’t say things like that, your majesty. You won’t leave us…”

They were stricken with grief after her passing, nearly a year went by before they even considered a new queen.

Their last one had been a bee hybrid born in that very hive. Wanting to keep the tradition of raising a new queen wasn’t possible since she had only ever birthed sons.

Not wanting to take the chance of foreign bee hives trying to spy on them by giving them a female, the bee hybrids looked elsewhere for their next queen.

You happened to be a perfect match.

Not only were you beautiful and plump as a good queen should be, your kind nature and gentle heart told them you would be an amazing mother to the little ones.

The only problem was getting you to the hive.

“She’s so pretty, I love her…” said one of the bee hybrids, his wings fluttering as he watched you remove the thorns from some roses.

“She is. I want to stuff her full of my e-“

The others turned red and buzzed at the horny bee. “H-hey, don’t talk about the queen like that!”

“But that’s what everyone’s thinking…”

The worker bees pouted, flying around you and offering pollen or honey. The guards watched from afar.

Most of the bee hybrids were not what you would call… intelligent. But there were some that ran the show and made all of the important decisions.

“We’ll take her soon. Our hive needs a queen, and if we don’t get one soon, everyone will go mad. We need a queen to mate and protect, it’s what keeps us calm,” said one of the guards, his stinger twitching and ready to attack.

“But she loves working with the flowers. What if we put a strain on her mind? If she is unwell, our hive will suffer with her.”

That was true, the bee hybrids’ productivity and mental well being depended on you. If you were depressed, they would be as well. Not only that, they’d be constantly trying to cheer you up and become worse if you remained in that state for too long.

“I think I know what we can do to make sure that doesn’t happen.”

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You had never felt so tired in your entire life. The day hadn’t been so tough, but as you closed your eyes to go to bed, suddenly your body felt so heavy that you weren’t sure if you’d ever be able to get up.

Sleep took you, and when you woke up everything seemed… different.

Your usually stiff bed felt incredibly soft, your body melting into the plush material.

“Ugh…”

The moment you let out a groan, you heard the sound of buzzing and frantic voices.

“The queen is awake!”

“Oh, my queen are you alright?”

“Hurry, prepare her breakfast and bring the towels for the bath!”

You rubbed your eyes as you listened to the bustling around you. When your vision was no longer blurry, you could hardly believe what you were seeing.

No longer were you in your small bedroom in your modest home by the forest. The walls of your room were shaped like a honeycomb… no, they were a honeycomb. You could even see the amber colored liquid pooling at the bottom as some bee hybrids scooped it up.

You were laid out on a king sized bed, with thick blankets and plush pillows surrounding you like some kind of nest.

Surrounding you was a swarm of bee hybrids. Some were teeming with excitement and giddy energy, while others peeked around their fellow hybrids with curiosity. The ones closest to you, though, seemed a mix of concerned and nervous, fretting over you.

“Oh, what if she isn’t feeling well? Should we give her some honey?”

“Breakfast first, she can have honey on toast or biscuits.”

“Humans really eat honey in that way?”

While you struggled to get your bearings, they continued to flit about the room doing various things to acclimate you.

“Where… am I?”

Every single one of the bee hybrids paused, their attention solely on you. Several whispered among themselves as their gaze stayed on your plump figure.

“You’re home, my queen.”

A taller, less fluffy bee hybrid walked forward, his expression neutral. He kneeled before you, taking your hand and raising it to his mouth for a kiss.

“Q-queen? What do you-“

All at once they all rushed forward to dote on you. Your body was covered in kisses, and you could feel their soft fluff almost everywhere.

“My queen, we’re so happy!”

“We promise you’ll have a good life here, no more stress or worry!”

Gentle nips and bites were pressed into your sensitive neck and thighs, hands moving to caress and grope all of your body.

You were still groggy, and immediately began to warm up when one hand found its way to your inner thigh. When you let out a startled moan, the bees on the bed began to buzz and focus on that spot.

“Our queen is sensitive!”

A few of them pried your thighs open, inspecting your bare cunt and giving it a few experimental touches and licks. Had they undressed you beforehand?

Their tongues were long and thin, delicate against your slowly hardening clit. You could tell they were all excited by the way their buzzing increased and their bodies shook.

Your scent filled the air, attracting more bee hybrids from the hall. The ones on the bed touched and fondled your sleepy body as the others watched from the sidelines.

Your face heated up when you realized they were stroking their cocks, their eyes glued on your body and the way it was being played with by their peers.

There was no chance to react or cry out in protest, you were being too overwhelmed by pleasure. One of their tongues entered your cunt, making your eyes widen and your fists clench the silk bed sheet underneath you.

“She likes that, don’t stop.”

You felt one of them latch onto your breasts, their long tongue swirling around your nipple. Their antennae tickled your face, and you felt completely overstimulated.

Every touch made you twist and buck your hips, it was hard to control yourself. Never before had you felt such intense pleasure, and it was making you see stars.

‘This has to be some sort of wet dream…’ you thought to yourself, squishing your plush thighs together. ‘Might as well enjoy it…’

“Is she ready yet?” one of them cooed, nuzzling their fluffy face against your neck.

“Not for eggs, but…”

The others backed off, and a smaller, more feminine looking bee hybrid climbed on top of you. He was still at least half a foot taller than you, but tiny compared to the others.

“H-hello, my queen…” he chirped shyly, giving your cheek an affectionate nuzzle. “I’ll be the one to mate with you first…”

He was even fluffier than the others, and his cock was already twitching against your thigh. It was more long than thick, and had a pinkish, orange color.

You reached out to touch it, your fingers wrapping around his length. This made the smaller bee hybrid gasp, his hips bucking wildly in surprise.

The other hybrids stepped closer, buzzing with both excitement and jealousy. Already, the single male was receiving all of your attention… they all wanted a turn!

Fortunately for you, they had been ordered to give you space. This would be your first time with a bee hybrid, and if they weren’t careful, they could end up hurting their precious queen.

Your health and well being meant more to them than anything else.

“M-my queen, ahh!”

His eyes glistened with flustered tears as you stroked his cock, honey colored precum seeping out of the tip. You couldn’t remember the last time you had pleasured yourself.

If this was a dream, you were going to have fun.

You laid on your back, pulling the hybrid in by his hips. It was clear out of the two of you, he was the one lacking experience.

“Oh, you’re so pretty my queen-“ he blubbered out, his hips rutting against yours as his cock settled between your pussy lips. You could feel his tip kissing your clit, and it was enough to have you both let out a shuddering moan.

“Mmph…”

You kissed him, letting his long tongue slip down your throat as you moved your hand to guide his cock towards your entrance.

The moan he let out in your mouth as he sunk into your fat cunt was sinful, and out of the corner of your eye you noticed several of the bees were fucking their fists to the sight of you being fucked by one of their own.

“T-too good! I’m gonna-“

His cum spurted into your womb, he was finishing before he could even properly thrust in and out of you. You were going to whine about it, but something caused you to pause your complaints.

While his cock twitched inside of you, it swelled up, and before you could question what was happening, eggs began to pool into your womb along with his cum.

The feeling of them being fucked into you, stretching your pussy out as the eggs were laid inside of you made your head spin.

Your pussy clenched around the eggs, and before you knew it you were cumming harder than you ever had before. You arched your back, tears running down your cheeks as you rode out your high.

By the end of it, you were a mess. Cum from both you and the bee hybrid pooled around your thighs, soaking into the expensive feeling sheets.

“This… isn’t a dream, is it?”

The hybrid gathered around you, some cooing over your spent, naked body while others were desperate to have their hands on you.

“It’s no dream, my queen!”

“We all love you!”

“Let’s get you to the bath, you deserve to relax!”

You let out a tired sigh as you were carried away. The tub was nearly as big as your bedroom back home, and several of the bees joined you in the warm, pleasantly scented water.

You could smell fresh flowers and honey, and you let out a sigh of relief when several pairs of hands went to work massaging your sore muscles. A pair of two slipped between your thighs, toying with your sensitive clit and feeling around to make sure all of the eggs were safe and sound inside of you.

“Is the water warm enough, my queen?”

Hands cupped your breasts, giving them a playful squeeze before rubbing honey scented soap into them. “Mmph, yes, it’s good…”

You glanced down at your belly, noticing it poked out slightly. The memory of how the eggs felt being pushed inside of you made your cheeks heat up.

This was all a lot to process. If this wasn’t a dream like you had originally assumed, then that meant you had been taken away to a bee hybrid hive and made into a queen.

“I’m sure you have a lot of questions…” another bee said, giving you a sympathetic look. “But you don’t have to worry, we’ll cater to your every want and need. You’ll never want for anything.”

Deciding a fight wasn’t worth it, you sunk back into the warm water, letting yourself be pampered and taken care of for now.

“… I want to talk to whoever is in charge here.”

The two hybrid bathing you shared a look before speaking.

“That would be you, my queen.”

You placed a hand on your temple, rubbing it before replying. “I mean, who decided that I would be queen? Surely someone here has been making decisions regarding the hive while there was no queen.”

A silence fell over the room, the only sound being the water droplets falling from your skin.

“Well… I guess that would be the council. Are you requesting a meeting with the council, my queen?”

You nodded, and the two stood before getting you dried off and dressed. They were obedient, doing exactly as you asked. “Are you sure, my queen? You still need your breakfast and-“

“I’m sure, take me to the council.”

The walls of the hive were made of honeycomb, unsurprisingly. Each section contained a bee hybrid that was hard at work, making honey while chattering amongst themselves.

“Haven’t you heard, Bumble? There’s a new queen, and she’s a pretty one too!”

“Yeah, she’s already had her first batch of eggs too!”

“That’s not fair, I wanted to give the queen my eggs first!”

You avoided making eye contact with them, your cheeks hot with embarrassment again. It flustered you to know their words were causing your panties to grow wet.

Hiding was useless, though. The scent of your arousal caused the bee hybrids near you to react. Their antennas twitched while their cocks hardened the second your scent reached them. It was an immediate reaction that had you hiding within the safety of your guards as you were escorted to the council.

“My queen, what brings you here?”

You stood before the council, looking up at their pleasantly surprised faces. There were around 30 of them, all sitting in a half circle. Papers were piled next to each bee, and even while their full attention was on you, their hands still moved to work on the papers in front of them.

‘Busy and a bee’ was a phrase you heard a lot growing up, and as you watched them flit about the room, writing and shouting orders all while keeping their eyes on you, it finally dawned on you how accurate it was.

“I came here with questions. My first one is why am I here?”

They paused their work for a moment, and some shooed away any bees that weren’t in the council before shutting the doors.

“… as you may know, bee hybrid hives consist mainly of males,” one of the council members began, standing and walking towards you.

“Female bees are not born often, meaning that we cannot run a hive without… taking a female on as our queen,” another finished, setting aside a stack of finished papers.

“It’s also a great way to diversify the hive and prevent… inbreeding.”

You raised an eyebrow as the bee hybrid stood in front of you. He was nearly 10 feet tall, and crouched down in front of you, taking your hand before kissing the back of it.

When he looked into your eyes, they sparkled with devotion. “Our undercover agents have been watching you for months. You’re kind, and you love nature. You must know that without a queen, our hive will die out within a year.”

It was hard to look away from his dark orbs. The way he looked at you made your heart race.

“I know that we took you away without asking, but we cannot let you go. Please know that you will be treated with the utmost care, and you will be pampered beyond belief.”

For a moment you stayed quiet, your expression softening. “… what would be expected of me as queen?”

The entire council perked up, some leaping out of their seats in excitement without warning. They quickly returned to their work when the leader gave them a warning glance.

“You only have a handful of responsibilities each day. You greet the public, bond with the children, attend diplomatic meetings, and… breed with your loyal subjects to create your children.”

Your face heated up at the memory of your morning session with the pretty bee hybrid.

“And… I do these every day?”

They nodded. “Diplomatic meetings are less frequent, but everything else is daily.”

Daily… you’d get fucked like that daily?

‘Am I really going to abandon the life I’ve been living for the past few years just to get a good fuck and some pampering?’

Yes. Yes you were.

“Alright… I’m in. Not like I have much of a choice in the matter anyways…”

The bees surrounding you let out happy whines and buzzes. You were surrounded once again, being nuzzled and pulled into fluffy chests. They were all scenting you, obviously happy you were going to be their queen of your own free will.

“Then let’s get you some breakfast, my queen. You have much to do!”

Breakfast was filled with lots of chattering among your current attendants. They were fluffy, jealous things that lounged about in your quarters, burying their faces into your soft body and gossiping amongst themselves.

Once you were done eating, you were escorted to your first duty as queen.

“I hope your royal attendants behaved well. They are just excited to have a queen to dote on again. If you have any sexual needs or desires, they will perform them for you. And do not worry, they cannot produce eggs, so they exist purely for your pleasure and entertainment.”

It seemed strange, but your attendants seemed quite happy and spoiled, so you continued to follow the councilman in charge or guiding you.

“This is the nursery.”

The walls had the same honeycombs as the rest of the hive, but in each one was a crib and a sleeping babe. On the carpeted floor, toddlers waddled and crawled about, playing with toys as they got in their daily exercise.

Almost like a switch had been flipped, their tiny heads turned towards you. The closest baby bee tears up, their tiny, chubby legs struggling to carry them forward as they toddled their way over.

“M-mama!”

Every child within hearing range made their way over, clinging to your legs and fussing as they attempted to crawl up. They held onto your clothing, suckling on any bare skin they could find in an attempt to nurse.

“H-hey, I’m not your-“

The bee hybrid next to you sighed softly. “They won’t listen. You have the scent of their mother now, they want you to hold and feed them.”

Their little eyes were getting red and puffy from crying, they couldn’t understand why their mama wasn’t holding or feeding them.

It was really tugging at your heartstrings. They were just so little, you couldn’t imagine having a baby and how their innocent minds would try to process your death.

“Hey… it’s okay, mama is right here.”

You sat down, letting them climb into your lap and arms. A team of bee hybrids joined you, helping to bottle feed and soothe them.

“Once the eggs in you begin to grow, you’ll start lactating and will be able to feed hordes of the baby bees,” the councilman said, watching how the young ones bonded with you instantly.

“For now, though… you just need to give them your attention and care. They need it.”

As the little ones were laid down for a nap, you were able to sneak out and leave for your next appointment.

“The entire hive knows there is a new queen, gossip gets out fast,” the councilman said as you ate some lunch. Your attendants were playing with your clit, all cooing over how sensitive and hard it was getting under their touch.

There seemed to be no shame with them. You were sitting in the middle of the cafeteria and no one batted an eye as your fat pussy lips were pulled apart so they could lick and fuck your hole with their long tongues.

“However, you’ll still need to make an official appearance in front of the hive… that, and we’ll need to start the breeding ceremony.”

You were having trouble focusing, your fingers tugging on the hair of the bee between your legs. “C-ceremony?”

“Yes, my queen. It is customary for every bee hybrid to take a few days off of work to come and greet the queen. They all get their turns to mate and fill you with some of their own eggs.”

The ceremony began later in the evening. You were brought out before your loyal subjects, dressed in lacy lingerie and placed on a bed.

You felt less like a beloved ruler, and more like a breeding cow being brought out to be sold to the highest bidder.

Every bee bowed before you, dropping to one knee as they waited for you to speak.

“My loyal subjects…”

Just the sound of your voice sent a shiver of excitement through the crowd. You could see them shaking, few already hard and struggling to keep their hands off their pink, throbbing cocks.

“You have all been gathered here for the… breeding ceremony. As thanks for working as hard as you do, you all get a turn to…”

Again, your cheeks began to warm up. You couldn’t believe you were saying this. “… you all get a turn to breed me, your queen. I will take your eggs and incubate them, ensuring your bloodline will continue.”

With that, you laid down. The councilmen ushered forward a group of bee hybrids, and the breeding commenced.

They didn’t want to hurt you, that much was for sure.

Most of the bee hybrids were several feet taller than you, though some stopped at only a few inches above your head. No matter how much they towered over you, their touch was still gentle and hesitant.

None of them had ever touched a human before, much less mated with one. Your body was so sensitive, responding to every nudge and movement of their hands.

One of them sunk their fingers into your cunt, another offering you their cock. You took it into your mouth, causing them to buck their hips.

Your pussy gushed around their fingers.

“S-she’s getting all wet… my queen, is this good for you?”

“Yes, that means she’s excited! You can mate with her now!”

Each cock that entered you was different. Some were short and thick, others thin and long, but a few were both so girthy and long that you felt like you were being split in two.

At one point you were being fucked while jerking off two other bee hybrid and blowing another, trying to please as many as your subjects at once as possible.

The first creampie was almost soothing, the feeling of eggs filling your needy cunt was… mind blowing. You felt so fulfilled, you wanted to be fucked like this forever.

After the tenth bee hybrid though… you were so stuffed full you could barely think. Your tummy was stretched out, looking just about ready to burst.

“Oh, so pretty…” a bee chittered, rubbing your distended belly. “Our queen is doing so well…”

After another five bees had their way with you, the councilmen stepped forward. “That's enough for now, she needs her rest.”

Your attendants were quick to descend upon the bed, buzzing threateningly at every other hybrid that dared to even look at their exhausted queen.

“You truly did do well…” one of them cooed, kissing your temple after they bathed you then tucked you into bed.

“Sleep, you’ll need your rest. Tomorrow will bring even more eggs.”

As you laid down, curled up with a bee hybrid cuddle pile, you couldn’t help but look forward to tomorrow.

You were already becoming an amazing queen… and it had only been a day.

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not even bothering to change out of your sleep shorts and zip up hoodie; slipping on your slippers, taking your money you had waiting on your dresser along with your keys and out the door you were.

heeseung parked right in front of your apartment; sending you a text sitting his phone in the cup holder as he waited for you to come out. normally heeseung didn’t make late night house calls, but for you; he’d do anything for, even if they meant bringing you weed at 11:00 at night. “heeseung.”

you exited the building to were his car was parked, knocking on the slightly rolled down window. he rolled down the window, you leaned over. “you could’ve just come up.” he smiled seeing your pouty face. “it’s cold.” he looked at your attire; you looked good. “it’s late, i should be in bed.” he teased. “i came because you called me.” you scoffed. “you’re getting paid aren’t you?” he flagged you off. “why do you keep on trying to pay me? your money is no good here.” he reached in his glove compartment, grabbing the leafy substance. “here princess.”

you went to reach for it but he pulled it back. “heeseung it’s cold.” you whined, he chuckled. you forced back a smile trying not to egg him on, he always did it — and you always fell for it. “get in then,” he said. “it’s late.” you said, he rolled his eyes. “that hasn’t stopped you before, come on, let's roll one up together.” biting down on his plump bottom lip as his eyes traveled down your body. “i’ll make it worth your wild, you know i will…”

“oh fuck baby.” he groaned, his head thrown back against the head of the back seat of his car — you on your knees; your mouth working down on his cock, everytime he came to see you it always ended like this. “shit love this fucking mouth of yours.” he held the back of your head; guiding you up and down his length, his hips occasionally bucking up causing you to gag. “sh-shit , feels so fucking good.” the lit blunt in his hand. “damn.” he moaned, bringing the blunt to his lip, taking a puff and exhaling. “fuck speed up.”

you wrapped your hands around his thick length , twisting your hands as you bobbed your head up and down; spit coating his cock messily. “sucking my dick like a good little whore fuck im gonna cum.” he groaned. “gonna cum down your tight little throat.” he groaned, pushing your head down — cock twitching as cum shot from his tip coating the back of your throat. “fuck get up.”

you climbed into the man’s lap; unzipping your sweater. “came out here without a shirt or a bra.” he chuckled. “you came out here ready to be fucked, so desperate.” he passed you the blunt, you took it between your fingers, taking a long drag, he grabbed your face pulling your lips close to his, letting you blow smoke into his mouth. “and you came here at 11 at night to fuck me, what does that make you?”

he slapped your ass; you yelped. “ow, that shit hurts.” he rubbed the sore cheek. “you’re right baby we’re both desperate.” he took the fully smoked blunt from your hand, throwing it out the car; his vehicle now filled with smoke. “so why aren’t you full of my cock right now?”

you pulled your shorts to the side; he was stroking his wet cock, sighing as you sunk down on his cock. “mhm fuck heeseung.” he smirked as you held his shoulders, his cock fulling you out deliciously. “that’s it princess.” the high you both were in amplifying your pleasure. “shit this pussy is the best.” he groaned. “love it so much.”

he held your waist, keeping you steady as you found your speed, bouncing up and down on his cock. “ye-yeah shit.” he groaned. “fuck me.” this was the reason he came out so late; he’d come out at 2 in the morning if you wanted him to — because he knew he’d have you fucking yourself on him in his car high every single time, no matter how many times you tried barley to play hard to get. “fuck baby keep bouncing gonna cum.”

he slapped your ass rubbing the soreness. “fuck hee!” you screamed, his hips bucking up. “yeah fuck princess i feel your pussy twitching on me, you gonna cum?” you nodded. “fu-fuck hee, im gonna cum, im gonna fucking cum!” you shrieked. “shit cum for me!” he head thrown back again once again as you came. “oh fuck!”

you pulled off of him, both your hands wrapping around his length stroking his cock until his thick sticky cum shit from his cock, covering your hand. “oh fuck.” he sighed, you chuckled out of breath. “how many times are you gonna trick me into coming out here?”

“trick you?” he questioned. “sweets the baby the way you were bouncing on my dick, you knew what you wanted when you came out here.” he said. “lay back now.” he pulled your shorts down. “look at this pretty pussy.” he groaned biting his lip. “so ready to be eaten.”

“gonna make you cum on my tongue a few times, roll you another blunt and then fuck this pretty pussy again.”

©️LUVYENI

[dazzlingjaeyun]

ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴇꜱᴄᴀᴘᴇ – ɴɪꜱʜɪᴍᴜʀᴀ ʀɪᴋɪ

bestfriend!riki x fem!reader

୨୧ genre: angst & comfort | words: 1.1k | cw: sort of undressing but i swear it's pure!!, mentions of (not) eating ୨୧

your phone's ringtone startled you, making you sit up in your bed, wipe away your tears and grab your phone to look at the screen. you sighed and tossed your phone back on your bed, before slowly standing up and heading to the bathroom to wash your red, tear-stained face.

back in your room, you decided to call back, not wanting to worry your friend. the call connected as quickly as never before, revealing the right half of the black haired boy's face.

the complaints he was ready to throw at you for not answering any of his texts for several hours got stuck in his throat the moment he saw your face - your eyes still red and puffy, despite your attempt to wash it all away.

"what happened?", he asked instead. although the tone of his voice was soft and filled with worry, he couldn't hide a hint of anger peeking through.

instead of replying, you just averted his face on your screen for a second. but you didn't need to say anything. riki knew you well enough to understand you without words, especially after the countless times he had already found you in that exact state.

"did you argue again?"

you just nodded.

riki really didn't want the anger to get the best of him, but he couldn't help clenching his jaw seeing you in that condition. again. he was angry that after everything that you had already went through, you still ended up forgiving your boyfriend every time. he was more angry at him, though. how could someone treat your beautiful soul like that?

you swore you could hear him mutter something under his breath, but seeing the annoyance on his face, you kept your curiosity to yourself.

"do you want to talk about it?"

still not speaking, you shook your head, instantly regretting the action as you felt your head pounding and spinning.

"alright... do you want me to come over?", he asked, still trying to hide his anger from you.

you sniffled and for the first time that night gave him the gift of two words; "yes, please"

less than 10 minutes later, you heard a dull knock on your window. riki had purposely chosen the window instead of the front door, certainly not wanting to be confronted by your parents as to why he paid you a visit at this hour.

you were quick to open it to let him climb through the window and inside your room. without a word, he pulled you in for a hug, resting his chin on your head, your face buried in his chest. the embrace let tears pool in your eyes again as the feelings you tried so hard to surpress hit you another time.

riki let one of his hands wander from your waist to the back of your head, pulling you a little closer into his warm chest and carefully stroking your hair.

no longer able to control the tears, you just bursted out, clinging onto the fabric of his zip hoodie tightly, almost desperate. riki was sure that you were close enough to him to hear his heart shattering to pieces at the sound of your sobs.

after some minutes, you caught your breath and slowly let go of your best friend, looking down to the floor. even though he had seen you in this condition before, you felt embarrassed this time, never having cried so bad in front of him until then.

riki placed his hands on each cheek of yours, slowly bringing your face to look up at him and wiping away the tears under your eyes with his thumbs.

"have you eaten dinner?", he asked, half out of worry, half out of the want to change the topic. he never forced you to talk about anything that troubled you, he never dug too deep with questions - but at the same time, always listened whenever you were ready to speak.

you slowly shook your head and riki forced himself to smile softly, very obviously not liking the idea of his best friend skipping meals.

"let's go to the convenience store around the corner?", he suggested. "but first, let's change you out of that hoodie of his"

he had noticed that you were wearing your boyfriend's hoodie only shortly before he said it. trying to ignore the sting in his heart, he grabbed the seam of the hoodie, waiting for your consent and slowly pulled it up after you nodded. normally, you would have felt embarrassed to stand in front of your best friend with only your bra covering your chest, but riki did not take his eyes off your face, not even one split second. instead, he dropped the hoodie to the floor and quickly took off the zip hoodie he wore on top of a t-shirt, helping you inside and zipping it up - still looking nowhere but your eyes.

when he was done, his lips curled up into a smile and he brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, trying very hard to play it cool when in reality his heart was jumping out of excitement at the sight of you in his clothes.

the two of you silently climbed out of the window and made your way to the convenience store. you got all the things you liked and sat down on a bench in front of the store, sharing your food with each other.

riki couldn't help but smile at your sweater paws and the way not only your hands but practically your entire body would disappear in his hoodie. you looked up at him and just cluelessly reciprocated his smile.

"there you go", he broke the silence. there was nothing that he wanted more than to see you, his best friend, happy and smiling. bonus point if he was the reason for that. he liked to spend time with you and to make you smile. and once or maybe twice he was asking himself if he maybe liked you a little more than he should, but he usually shoved those thoughts aside, just being grateful for the friendship he had with you.

"thank you, riki", you said quietly, leaning closer to him and letting your head sink to his shoulder. he slowly put his arm around your waist, pulling you a bit closer so you could rest on him more comfortably. of course, he liked having you close to him, but this wasn't for his own convenience but solely for the sake of comforting you, being there for you, and hopefully making you feel better.

"anything for you", he replied as he leaned his head against yours.

you smiled to yourself.

"you really are my sweet escape", you said, drawing a chuckle from riki.

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[mrs-weasley-reid]

hi hiiiii! I was wondering if you could do a Hotch x reader where there’s maybe an age gap and it’s based on Peter by Taylor swift? I’m obsessedddd with that song. Thankssss <3

PROMISES NEVER TO KEEP

Aaron Hotchner x reader

Synopsis: He said he'll change. You believed he'd change. It's no one's fault, really. Waiting forever is just too long for heartache. WARNING: angst. pure free writing. 700+ word count. not proofread!!! A/N: tysm for this req!!! The age gap was vague, and honestly, the gap is like 9-10 yrs, r around late 20s. Also can anyone believe I sat, played the song, wrote along, and called it a day? The power of a TS song is just unmatched. I strongly suggest listening to the song while reading it.

  Aaron’s late.

  Again.

  You stare at the empty seat across from you. Then, glance at the loud ticking over the mantle. Ten past eleven. Dinner was eight.

  Deep inhales mixed with salty tears you aren’t aware have been flowing for the past five minutes enter your lungs. There’s a tug in your chest that you swear to be a phantom. You smile ever so softly with a sniff as you tuck your head to study the cold dinner on your plate.

  Was it too last minute? Was it on you?

  You told Aaron about dinner two months ago. He said he had it written down and made a note on his phone’s calendar. He said he’d make it this time. Was he lying?

  The pit of your stomach sinks. And you wonder what else he lies about.

  Hot, achy streams trail down a path on your cheeks. You stand and clear out the table, covering his serving and throwing out yours. You watch as the residue drains down the sink.

  Aaron promised.

  And you believed it like any other promises he’d broken before.

  And you’ll believe him again and again and again until there are no more promises he could outswore.

  And it’s depressing because you know you’ll forgive him every single time like a chore.

  And it’s heartbreaking because he’ll make the same promises.

  And it hurts to know he’ll never keep any of it.

  Because he’s Aaron Hotchner. The man who saves lives. The man who put away monsters. The man who’s done many good things to the world. The man who caught your heart and dropped it many times, just for him to fix it with a consolation smile.

  Aaron once said you're his favorite book. He's read you enough times to know the important lines in mind. Just never enough to notice the spaces in between by heart. Maybe it's your fault for being easy to read. Or you're just not smart enough to read Aaron. Not mature enough to understand his limbs of idioms.

  And Aaron tries. God knows you try. He does his best, and you do yours. It's no one's fault that his best is so little, and your best goes unnoticed.

  You zip around your luggage, taking a moment to see how empty the drawer Aaron saved just for you. What will he put there now?

  A familiar tune rings. The tightness on your chest, along with the sobs that echo in the empty bedroom, muffle his call into a far buzzing sound.

  With a sharp gulp to clear the ache in your throat, you pick up, “[Hey, honey…]”

  He won’t show.

  Again.

  But he promised. Your heart cries in agony. And you hug your middle like a child who deserves everything the world can offer as you reply, I know.

  Where are you?

  When are you coming home?

  Why aren’t you here?

  “Hey, sweet man,” Comes out of your lips, masking a shaky sob.

  There’s a sigh on the other end, “[I’m sorry. I won’t make it to dinner. Did you wait long?]”

  You always do. You wait until the daylight peeks in the window. Wait for him to return every single time.

  “After almost burning the house down. I think you would’ve waited longer if you had come.” The laugh comes out damp. You like to think you’re getting better at it. Lying to make him feel better.

  He hums. “[I’m sure it still would’ve tasted amazing.]” Aaron wouldn’t have known. He hasn’t known what your amazing cooking tastes like for a long time because he’s never shown up for a very long time.

  You wipe your tears and take a deep breath before staring into the place you’d once ached to call your home. Reminded by a series of his apologies and empty promises. The place where you burned all by yourself like a candle in the middle of winter.

  And now’s the final flicker of your light.

  “[Still there, honey?]”

  You give your best to sound naturally groggy, “Sorry, handsome… I had an early morning.” A lie over your breath.

  “[Go ahead and rest. I’ll see you when I get home?]”

  You grab the handle of your luggage. Memories of his sweet words flicker, clutching onto false hopes.

  You make a promise that you’ll call him to explain.

  To end things maturely.

  To offer closure.

  To meet acceptance.

  To move on.

  You promise to grow better as a person so that you’d understand an increment of the reason why he can’t make you his person.

  You promise to cross Aaron’s path again one day. When he’s old and gray. When you don’t need to pray. When you know, he’ll stay.

  Placing the spare keys on the bowl, your fingers press the switch to dark.

  “See you when you get home.”

  It’s a promise you won’t keep.

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[cherryblossomcowgirl]

Best Friend’s Little Sister

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Rooster x sister!reader; Hangman x reader

WC: 4.1k

Warnings: angst; swearing; arguing; parental death; age gap

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Bradley jumps out of the Bronco, “Y/n!” I run and jump into his arms, “B, I missed you.” He squeezes me, “You too, little sis. When did your hair get so long?” I laugh, “You haven’t seen me in about 2 years, hair grows.” “Be quiet. Give me your bags and hop in.” We start the drive to his place. “So B, how has everything been?” He chuckles, “Well, work has been great. My house is great. I like it on the coast. So yeah, great.” I nudge him arm, “You got a lady?” He rolls his eyes, “No I don’t ‘Got a lady’. I ‘got’ work. Now tell me why you called me out of the blue and asked to live with me.” I look at my hands, “Well.. I got a remote job.. and I lived alone.. and I just..” I look out the window and he sighs, “I’m not upset, Y/n. I am honestly just wondering.” I shrug, “You know we don’t have anyone else. I felt so alone and you were literally 2,000 miles away.” He rubs my shoulder, “Little sis, you are always welcome. You know that. I’m just happy this isn’t about some guy.” I laugh, “Don’t worry about that, B. I am a big girl now.” He winces, “Yeah, I don’t like it.”

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We pull into his driveway and he carries my bags in. I look around the house to see little photo frames everywhere. Each one has a different photo of us growing up. Tears well up in my eyes, “B, you didn’t.” He smiles, “I did. I like seeing them.” I pick one up that is Bradley holding me the day I was born. He stands beside me, “That one was always Mom’s favorite.” I lean on him, “I miss her so much.” He kisses my head, “Me too baby girl, me too.” We stand there for a second and I think about how thankful I am to be here with Bradley. I thought I was ready to be on my own, I had done it all throughout college. When a fancy company offered me a remote job, I jumped at the chance to move somewhere far away. Somewhere new. Every phone call from Bradley made me homesick. Not homesick for a place, but for a person. Bradley was always right there for me growing up. He walked me to school, he read to me at night, and when Mom got sick he dropped everything and came home. He took care of both of us. He always did. So when I called him, crying and lonely, he immediately agreed to move me in. Bradley clears his throat, “You should go grab a shower. My friends wanna go out tonight, thought you might wanna join.” I smile, “Sure, I won’t take long.”

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I walk out to see Bradley talking to Jake in the kitchen. “Hey!” I walk over and give him a hug. He smiles, “Howdy, Y/n. He has been talking about you moving here nonstop. Maybe now he’ll finally shut up.” Bradley rolls his eyes and I poke him, “Awhh you missed me, didn’t you?” He scoffs, “Duhh. You wearing that?” I look down at my jeans and t-shirt, “Ummm yeah? Shutup and grab the keys.” He chuckles and starts walking towards the front door, “Shutup and get in the car. I need a beer.” I punch his arm as I run past him and he chases me to the Bronco. Jake laughs, “Are y’all 12?” I look back at him, “Zip it or you’re next, blondie.” Jake puts his hands up and jumps in.

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We spend the night at a beach bar called the Hard Deck. It seems like the hangout for all of Bradley’s work friends. They all have silly nicknames like him and Jake. I sit off to the side, sipping a beer, and watch Bradley. He has gotten much better at pool and he still bangs on a piano after he has had a few too many drinks. Jake walks over and sits by me, “How long has it been?” I shrug, “Maybe 4 years? I think I visited right before I started college.” “You still seeing that guy.. Robbie?” I laugh, “Ryan? No. Broke up about.. 3 years and 10 months ago.” He raises his eyebrow, “What did he do? Did he hurt you?” I laugh, “It was 3 years ago Jake, and I broke up with him. Too immature.” Jake nods, “You have always had a good head on your shoulders. Most guys are idiots and you can’t trust them.” “Oh I know. I am looking at two pretty big idiots right now.” Jake laughs and points to my beer, “Need another?” “No, thanks. Have a feeling I’ll be driving him home tonight.” We look over at Bradley, who stole Bob’s glasses and is running around giggling. Jake goes off to grab another for himself and I keep people watching.

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After a couple hours, both Bradley and Jake are hammered. “Come on, idiots. Time to go home.” Bradley holds his keys up above his head, “If you hurt my baby, I will actually fight you.” Jake rolls his eyes and slurs his words, “Ya can’t hit a lady, Bradshaw.” “That isn’t a lady, Hangman. That is my sister.” I take the keys and point my finger at them, “I know how to drive and you, cough them up.” Jake pulls out his keys, “But my truck is at Bradshaw’s house..” I usher them into the Bronco and roll my eyes, “Yes it is, but you aren’t going anywhere other than the couch tonight.” They both start complaining and I cut them off, “Quiet! I will nut punch the next person who whines.” They both sit up straight with wide eyes, presumably remembering the last nut punch they had received. I laugh at myself and start up the Bronco.

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I get them both inside the house and they start arguing over something to do with their jets. “Okay, enough. Bed time. Go!” Bradley walks to his room and Jake finds the couch. I walk water and aspirin to Bradley, and I take his shoes off for him. He smiles when I kiss his forehead, “I love you. You are the best little sister in the world.” “I love you too, you big goober. Get some rest” He smiles and I turn off the light. I grab Jake some water and aspirin. He mumbles something that I didn’t hear, “What’s up? Need something?” He speaks up, “Thanks, beautiful.” Heat rises to my cheeks and I chuckle, “You’re drunk Jake. Go to bed.” He yawns, “I may be drunk, but I am not blind Y/n.” I turn off the lights and walk into my room. I change into pajamas and climb into bed, wondering if Jake meant what he said. I always had a crush on him growing up. I mean, how could I not? Tan, blonde, green eyes, perfect smile, and he has always been muscular. He is like Aviator Ken. I let my mind wander, daydreaming about Jake ever thinking of me as more than his best friend’s annoying little sister.

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The sound of banging in the kitchen wakes me up. I walk out to find the guys making coffee and breakfast, and a huge mess. I rub my eyes, “B, can you please get out and let me do this?” He looks around, “Yeah. It’s pretty bad.” Him and Jake sit at the island and chat about work. I pour them coffee and plate up some breakfast. Bradley smiles up at me, “Thanks. And for last night. I checked my baby and you didn’t mess the up.” I sigh, “You’re the one who taught me to drive.” I slide Jake a plate, but he doesn’t look up at me, “Yeah, thanks Y/n.” I furrow my brow, “Yeah, no worries.” I take my coffee on the back porch and read my book. After a bit Bradley pops his head out, “Hey, I have to run to base really quick. Wanna come?” “I’m good here, but thanks.” “Okay, be back soon. The squad is going down to the pier later if you wanna join.” “Sounds good to me.” He leaves and I dive back into my book. The back door opens and I jump, “Oh my gosh! Jake! You scared the shit out of me.” He sighs, “Sorry. I just wanted to apologize about last night.” “Don’t worry, you were drunk. It happens.” He looks at his feet and is quiet. I clear my throat, “Seriously, it is fine. We all say things we don’t mean when we drink. B told me that I was the best sister in the world last night.” Jake looks at me, “I wasn’t lying, that’s the issue.” I raise my eyebrow, “What are you talking about?” “I meant what I said. I shouldn’t be thinking that though, because you are Bradley’s little sister.” I scoff, “Yep, that’s me.” I stand up and start walking inside, “Excuse me, I’m gonna go to my room.” He runs his hand through his hair, “Wait Y/n, I didn’t mean it like that. I am just saying I shouldn’t have said that last night and I am sorry.” “Jake, I said it is fine. Can you just drop it? You were drunk. You said I was beautiful. You didn’t mean it. It is okay.” He grabs my arm as I try to walk past him, “You are beautiful, Y/n. But you are also hilarious, and smart, and sweet, and my best friend’s little sister.” I yank my arm away, “Leave me alone.” Tears sting my eyes and I turn towards the room. Jake calls out after me and I ignore him. I turn on the shower so he doesn’t hear my sniffling. Crying over Jake is so embarrassing. I knew there was no way he felt how I do.

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An hour later my door bursts open, “C’mon sis! Time for the pier!” “I’m good, B. Have fun, okay?” He jumps on the bed and shakes me, “Nope. Not an option. Get up.” I smack his arm, “I am tired!” He picks me up and carries me towards the living room, “I’ll get you coffee.” I sigh, “Fine. Let me grab a hat.” I throw on my favorite old ball cap and meet the boys out by the Bronco. The ride to the pier is quiet and Bradley finally breaks the silence, “Y/n, I am sorry we got so drunk last night. You shouldn’t have had to babysit us.” “It’s fine, B. I’m used to you two being idiots. It’s kind of like the one constant in my life.” Bradley laughs and Jake forces a smile. We get to the pier and the rest of the squad is there. I stay near the back of the group, minding my own business. Bob keeps close and chats. When we all sit to eat, I sit between Bob and Bradley. Jake is across from me and looks like he would rather be anywhere else. Everyone is chatting about work and their missions. Bob realizes I am bored and taps my shoulder, “Hey, Y/n. What do you do for work?” “I’m in cyber security. My company actually handles a lot of government contracts.” He smiles, “Oh that is awesome! You are like, next level smart.” I chuckle, “Not really. Y’all’s job is much harder.” “You like being back in California?” “Yeah, I have missed it a lot.” Bob continues with the small talk and I notice that Jake is laser focused on our conversation. Every time I laugh or smile at Bob, a muscle in his jaw twitches. After dinner we say our goodbyes and head back home. Bradley takes a phone call, which seems like it’s from a woman, and goes into his room. Jake sits awkwardly in the living room while I make myself tea. He finally gets up and walks into the kitchen, “What were you and Bob talking about?” I shrug, “Just small talk. He was asking about my job and how I’m liking it here.” Jake’s green eyes narrow, “Do you like him?” “Excuse me?” “Do you like him?” I poke his chest, “You are absolutely ridiculous. I can’t have a conversation? And you know what? What if I did think he was cute? What would be so wrong with that?” Jake is getting visibly upset, “Because it is Bob! Bob isn’t.. Bob isn’t the guy for you.” I roll my eyes, “Oh please tell me more. What kind of guy should I look for?” He takes a deep breath, “Never mind. I should get going. Can you tell Bradley bye for me?” I laugh, “No, you’re fine. I’m going to my room. You are unbelievable, Seresin.”

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A couple of weeks pass and we fall into a nice routine. B has always been my calm and my best friend. When I get off for the day, I cook us dinner so it is ready when he gets home. He keeps telling me how much he loves the home cooked food and I wince at all the frozen meals in the fridge. On Friday, he lets me know the squad is coming for a bonfire. “Okay, I’ll come say hi. Had a long day, though.” He hugs me, “I am proud of you, little nerd.” “My bed and book are calling me. See you in a little bit.” Later, I hear Jake come in to the house. I wait until the rest of the squad is here before I go say hi. After I make my rounds outside, excluding Jake, I head to the kitchen to grab some water. Jake walks in and clears his throat, “Can we at least have a truce? You’ve been my friend for so long, Y/n.” I turn to face him, “No, you made it pretty clear you are Bradley’s friend.” He sighs, “Your favorite color is purple. You hate baseball but you go because you love Bradley. You’d rather have your nose stuck in a book than go out. You listen to classical music when you are sad and musicals when you are happy.” I put my hand up, “Okay, so you pay attention to things. Congratulations! Now go back to the bonfire. I have a date with a sci-fi novel.” “Why won’t you just come outside with us? Are you that upset with me?” My feelings bubble up inside of me and I let them spill over, “You know what Jake, I have always liked you! So for you to tell me that I am all these things and then to say I am just his little sister! Ughh! I know I am, but it doesn’t mean that I am not also a person who has feelings. Goodnight Jake.” I turn to walk back to my room but Jake moves in front of the doorway. I glare at him, “Move out of the way.” He shakes his head, “No. Come outside with us.” I fold my arms across my chest, “No. Move.” He smirks, “You know, you are so damn stubborn.” I stomp my foot, “And you’re so damn annoying!” Jake’s hands move quickly, cupping my face and he kisses me. It is delicate and quick, but it takes my breath away. He pulls back and looks at me, “I shouldn’t have done that.” My cheeks turn red and I push past him, “Oh my GOSH Jake, just what every girl wants to hear after someone KISSES HER.” I slam my room door and sit on the edge of my bed. I hear the back door open and shut. I bury my face in my pillow and scream. He kissed me. HE kissed ME. Then he said he shouldn’t have? Was it that horrible for him? I snuggle under my comforter and grab my book. I pick up where I left off, trying to distract myself from what just happened.

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A couple hours later, I head out to make tea and see Bradley and Jake watching a movie. Bradley sees me, “Hey sleepyhead, wanna join? It’s one of your favorites.” I turn to the TV, American Psycho. I shrug, “I am good, just got to the best part of my book.” He rolls his eyes, “You are such a nerd. Get over here.” I join them on the couch, begrudgingly, and steal the bowl of popcorn from Bradley’s lap. About halfway through, Bradley gets a call and jumps up, “I.. uh.. gotta take this.” I smirk, “Tell her we say hello.” Bradley flips me off on the way to his room. I start to stand up, “I’m gonna head to bed.” Jake sighs, “C’mon, Y/n. Please stay.” “Why? So you can kiss me and be disappointed all over again?” He furrows his brow, “You thought I was disappointed?” I chuckle, “Well you said you shouldn’t have done it. That’s not really a glowing review.” “Y/n, I shouldn’t have done it because it was amazing and I want to do it again. And again. And again. And I shouldn’t want to, but I do.” “You are making this so complicated and it doesn’t have to be!” He runs his hand through his hair, “But it is complicated. I have known y’all for a long time. Bradshaw would kill me.” I shake my head and laugh, “At this point, you’re worrying about the wrong Bradshaw.” Jake looks at his hands, “You know, he got on Bob for talking to you.” “Of course he did, it’s Bradley. He has always been like that. One time he chased a boy off of our front porch with a wooden spoon.” He halfheartedly chuckles, “Have a feeling he would do a lot worse to me.” His bedroom door opens and he walks out, “Well, she doesn’t want to talk to me anymore.” Jake turns towards him, “What happened?” “She met a SEAL.” I bust out laughing, “Oh B, you and your tag chasers. We gotta work on your standards.” He sighs and points to Jake, “Hard Deck?” Jake shakes his head, “Not tonight, buddy. I’m tired.” Bradley looks shocked, “Hangman, turning down to opportunity to meet a lady and take her home?” He shrugs, “I guess so.” I hug Bradley goodnight and head to my room. I fall asleep with my phone beside my pillow. Around 2 am, a buzz wakes me up.

Jake: I can’t sleep.

Y/n: Try putting your phone down and closing your eyes.

Jake: Very funny. Tried that. Can’t stop thinking about tonight.

I decide to play coy.

Y/n: What, did the movie scare you?

Jake: No, Sherlock. The kiss.

Y/n: Oh, that. Sorry to disappoint. Should’ve gone to the bar with B, probably would have found a better kisser there.

I laugh and set my phone down. My phone starts ringing and I answer, “Hello?” Jake sighs, “You are exhausting.” “Jake, you’re the one that called me. Take a melatonin and go to bed.” “I don’t want to. I want to be with you right now.” “You can’t see, but I just rolled my eyes.” I can hear his smile as he says, “What if I told you I was outside right now.” “I would say you are a stalker and to go home and go to sleep.” He laughs and then there is a knock on my window. I open the curtain and Jake is standing there with a smirk on his face. I open it, “You know, there is this thing called the front door.” “What if Bradley saw me?” I laugh, “He found a lady at the bar and went back to her place.” Jake sighs, “Phew.” I shake my head, “Are you seriously that afraid of B?” “Ummm.. yeah?” We sit down on the edge of my bed and I pat his back, “Well you should be. He will probably want to fight to the death for my honor.” Jake looks at me with huge eyes, “Not funny.” He throws his arm around my shoulders and I lean in to his chest, “So, since when do you have a big old crush on me?” Without pause Jake responds, “4 years ago when you visited before college. I remember we were all playing dogfight football on the beach and some newbie at the squad hit on you. I thought I was gonna wring his neck.” “You’re cute.” He raises his eyebrow, “Since when did you have a crush on me?” I chuckle, “That trip. You weren’t as annoying and you gained some muscle over your last deployment..” “You are horrible.” I shrug, “Can’t blame me, something about a man in uniform.” We must have fallen asleep talking, because I jump up at the sound of the Bronco pulling in the driveway.

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Jake jumps up, “Oh my gosh, what are we gonna do?” I shove him out my bedroom door, “Hurry- couch. Act like you came here to go do something with him!” He nods and bolts to the living room. I hear Bradley open the door, “Hey dude! What’s up?” Jake responds, “Oh, I was just wondering how last night went.” Bradley chuckles, “I’ll make some coffee. Y/n up?” “Haven’t seen her.” I wait about 20 minutes until I walk out, “Hey, B! How was it?” I turn and act surprised, “Jake? Morning. You guys want me to make breakfast again?” They both smile and nod. Bradley tells us all about his night with some girl from the bar. Apparently she is an elementary school teacher and she volunteers on the weekends. I slide plates of food over to them, “Well B, she sounds great.” He smacks Jake’s arm, “And the best part is, she has a friend! So the next time we go out you can hang out with her!” Jake does a nervous smile, “Thanks bud, but I am not really interested.” Bradley stares at him, “Dude, what is up with you? First no bar, now no hot chicks?” Jake blushes and I look at my coffee. Bradley smacks the counter, “You met someone! Spill it, Seresin.” Jake gulps, “Well she is.. she is uhhhh.. really smart and funny and honestly very stubborn. We only kissed once but it.. it was uhhhh.. really good.” Bradley pats him on the shoulder, “Is she hot?” Jake blushes even deeper than before, “Yeah, she is. Super hot.” I smirk and Bradley high-fives Jake, “Well dude, you’ll have to bring her around sometime.” Jake nods and looks down at his hands. Bradley turns to me, “You got plans today?” I shake my head, “Nope. Just wanna go to the beach, get some sun.” He smiles, “Okay team, suit up! Seresin you can borrow a pair of trunks. I’ll text the squad and see if anyone wants to join.”

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We get down to the water and I peel off my coverup to show my very small, black bikini. Jake can barely look at me and I smirk. He stand beside me and whispers, “You are such a jerk.” I laugh, “What are you talking about?” “You are trying to kill me.” “Maybe.” I giggle and head into the water. Some of the squad shows up and they all start throwing the football around. I start walking towards my towel and Bob calls out, “Hey y/n!” “Hey Bob! How are you?” He smiles, “Doing good. California still treating you right?” I nod, “Mhmm. Hard to not be happy when you’re always in the sunshine.” My eyes wander over towards Jake, who has stopped paying attention to football. Then my eyes wander over towards Bradley, who has noticed Jake not paying attention to football. When Bradley looks to see what Jake is staring at, we make eye contact. Bradley walks over towards me and Jake isn’t far behind. He stands beside me, “Hey sis, wanna play football?” “I’m good just watching, but thanks!” Bradley turns toward Bob, “How are you doing, Bob?” Bob smiles, “Good! Really can’t complain. Tired from all the extra training hours.” Bradley gives a half ass smile and put his arms around my shoulder, “If you don’t mind, I need to talk to my sister here for a second.” Bob nods and I walk with Bradley towards the water. I smile, “What’s up?” B turns to me, “Can you just tell me what is going on?” “What do you mean?” He narrows his eyes, “Why is Jake watching your every move? Almost like he is.. jealous?” I shrug, “Not sure.” Bradley chuckles, “Well, can you tell me why he was at the house this morning in the same clothes he had on last night?”

[sylusonychinus]

Girls Only

The house was quiet… too quiet.

Sylus arched a brow as he packed up a duffle bag near the door. “You sure?” he asked Nezu. “Both Amelia and Shu?”

Nezu grinned, already zipping up a tiny pink backpack. “One is chaos. One is calm. It balances out.”

“Balanced,” Sylus snorted. “Like fire and rain.”

From the living room, a shriek: “MAMA, I CAN’T FIND MY LEFT SHOE! THE COW ONE, NOT THE BEAR ONE!”

Nezu sighed, looked at Sylus, and deadpanned: “Rain’s taking over.”

🧃 9:47 AM — Coloring with Crayons and Sippy Cup Drama

Nezu had laid out a peaceful little table by the window. Coloring books. Juice. Some peace.

Shu sat quietly, holding her crayon with both hands, tongue slightly out in concentration.

Meanwhile, Amelia had already snapped two crayons and was drawing a very detailed dinosaur princess battle scene.

“Amelia, baby, don’t drink Shu’s juice—”

Too late. Amelia grinned with her blue-stained lips. “I was thirsty! She’s not even talking about it.”

Shu, across the table, simply blinked at her sister, then slid her own sippy cup over to Amelia like a dignified queen surrendering her throne.

“Shu, no—baby, you don’t always have to give in!” Nezu protested.

But Shu just signed a small heart with her hands and continued coloring.

Amelia blinked. “…She said she loves me.”

Nezu sighed. “And you bullied her for juice.”

Amelia paused. “...I'll give her the dinosaur sticker later.” Compromise achieved.

🧸 11:58 AM — Toy Store Mayhem

In the mall, they visited a toy store "just to look."

Shu gently hugged a new bunny plush, her eyes twinkling. Amelia? She wanted everything.

“Mama, can we buy this doll? Also this truck. Also this…” She was now holding a sword. Where did she even get a sword?

Nezu narrowed her eyes. “One toy each.”

Shu looked up, signed one with her finger, and patted her bunny.

Amelia narrowed her eyes back. “I’ll trade you one bunny and one little sister for three toys.”

“Excuse me?” Nezu choked.

Amelia beamed. “Kidding! I love Shu! But also… can I have just two?”

Shu patted Amelia’s head, then held up a toy pony. Nezu gave up and let them both keep their peace offerings.

🍱 1:21 PM — Bento Picnic in the Park

They found a shaded bench under a big acacia tree. Shu nibbled on heart-shaped rice, while Amelia narrated her entire week’s drama.

“Mama, did you know Daniel said my drawing was a blob? So I told him he was a blob and then I—"

Nezu handed her a strawberry before she could finish the story. “We love our siblings, Amelia.”

“Even if they insult my dinosaur princess army?”

“Yes.”

Shu reached into her bento, picked the last strawberry, and offered it to Amelia.

Amelia stared.

Then took it.

Then leaned over and smooshed a kiss onto Shu’s cheek. “You’re my favorite person who doesn’t talk.”

Shu smiled, held up a heart.

Nezu sat back, full of food and love, and whispered, “Best lunch dates ever.”

☔ 3:10 PM — Rain, Puddles, and Chaos

The sky cracked open just as they were leaving the park.

“Mama, rain!!” Amelia yelled excitedly, arms wide.

Shu held tightly to Nezu’s hand, eyes curious as the droplets fell.

Nezu pulled out a small umbrella. “Let’s get to the tricycle stand, quick!”

But Amelia had other plans. “I WANNA STOMP THE PUDDLE!”

Shu tilted her head. Then very carefully, she stepped into the puddle and made the tiniest splash.

Amelia cannonballed in beside her, drenching all three of them.

“Mamaaaaa I’m wet! Shu’s wet!”

“You jumped into it, what did you expect?!” Nezu huffed.

Shu just pressed her wet cheek to Nezu’s shoulder and smiled.

Nezu sighed, soaking, but laughing. “Rain and fire, just like your Papa said.”

🌙 7:03 PM — Pajamas, Story Time, and Sleepy Snuggles

After a warm bath and fresh clothes, the girls snuggled in Nezu’s bed, each one curled into one of her sides.

“Mama, can I sleep here forever?” Amelia asked sleepily.

“You have your own bed,” Nezu said softly.

“I know, but this one smells like Mama.”

Shu hummed and pulled her new bunny close, pressing her palm to Nezu’s cheek.

“I love you,” Nezu whispered to them both. “Even when you steal juice. Even when you stomp puddles. Even when you cover me in glitter and snot.”

Amelia giggled.

Shu blinked slowly, pressed her finger to her lips, then to Nezu’s cheek.

Her version of “I love you.”

And as the rain tapped gently against the windows, Nezu held both girls close— her chaos, her calm, her storm and her quiet, her fire and her sky.

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[simdertalia]

🌺🌴 ACNH Paradise Planning Set: Part 1 🌴🌺

All the items you'll need to recreate The upstairs of the Paradise Planning office in your TS4 game. Most items came with only 1 swatch each. There are lots of items that I added extra swatches for. *See bottom of item list for links to the handful of items that have already been made in other sets. Set 2 coming very soon!

Sims 4, Base game compatible | 67 items

💡As always, turning the brightness down on my functional lamps will make them look better (not overly bright) due to my vertex paint issue in Blender. I am trying to figure the issue out.

Always suggested: bb.objects ON, it makes placing items much easier. For further placement tweaking, check out the TOOL mod.

Use the scale up & down feature on your keyboard to make the items larger or smaller to your liking. If you have a non-US keyboard, it may be different keys depending on which alphabet it uses.

I hope you enjoy! ☺️ Download below, all in a zip file or pick & choose!

Set contains: Buy: -Bongos | 3 swatches | 1192 poly -Books 1 & 2 | 3 swatches each | 236, & 274 poly -Bookshelf (long) | 3 swatches | 242 poly -Bowl Stack | 7 swatches | 558 poly  -Box 1 | 4 swatch | 78 poly -Box Stack | 1 swatch | 514 poly -Cactus | 3 swatches | 586 poly -Canisters | 5 swatches | 238 poly -Cart | 1 swatch | 1102 poly -Chips Bag | 1 swatch | 276 poly -Chips Bowl | 8 swatches | 866 poly -Coffee Table | 3 swatches | 434 poly -First Aid Kit | 1 swatch | 166 poly -Food Chocolates Plate | 4 swatches | 1982 poly -Large Wood Shelf | 3 swatches | 659 poly -Lei | 1 swatch | 1636 poly -Light Bulb Lamp (turn brightness down in game for best look) | 2 swatches (second swatch is whiter) | 544 poly -Locker 1 & 2 (2 items) | 3 swatches each | 954, & 1288 poly -Magazine Stack 1 & 2 | 3 swatches each | 581, & 421 poly -Mirror | 8 swatches | 986 poly -Notepad & Pen | 5 swatches | 44 poly -Open Magazine | 4 swatches | 140 poly -Paint & Brush | 5 swatches | 332 poly -Party Decoration (wall) | 6 swatches | 1252 poly -Pencil & Pad | 1 swatch | 594 poly -Pen Cup | 1 swatch | 432 poly -Picture Frame 1 | 3 frame colors, 10 images, 30 total swatches | 210 poly -Pillars (3 items, Small, Medium & Large) | 1 swatch each | 312 poly -Pillow Stack | 6 swatches | 1697 poly -Pizza | 2 swatches | 447 poly -Plant 1 | 5 swatches | 1101 poly -Polaroids & Postcard 1 & 2 (2 items) | 2 swatches each | 144, & 176 poly -Pottery | 1 swatch | 382 poly -Rug: Large & Small (2 items) | 2 swatches each (second swatch is brighter) | 480, & 10 poly -Seashell Bowl | 2 swatches | 2214 poly -Small Drawers (slotted) | 3 swatches | 81 poly -Soup Decor (2 items: Steam & No Steam versions) | 24 swatches each | 1270 poly -Spray Paint | 1 swatch | 182 poly -Starfish Bowl | 2 bowl colors, 4 starfish colors, 8 total swatches | 850 poly -Storage Cabinet (2 items: closed door & open door) | 7 swatches each | 222 poly -Storage Chest | 1 swatch | 2022 poly -Teacup (2 items: Steam & No Steam versions) | 11 swatches each | 188 poly -Teapot | 11 swatches | 746 poly -Tissue Box | 9 swatches | 606 poly -Toolbox | 1 swatch | 124 poly -Toolbox 2 | 2 swatches | 822 poly -Trophy | 3 swatches | 1040 poly -Wall Calendar | 1 swatch | 306 poly -Wall Clock | 3 swatches | 458 poly -Wall Flags | 3 swatches | 154 poly -Window Shade | 3 swatches | 124 poly -Wood Crate | 2 swatches | 730 poly -Wood Shelf | 2 swatches | 437 poly -Work Papers | 1 swatch | 83 poly -Wrench | 1 swatch | 124 poly

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[bamboobooshark]

Logan Howlett x GN!Reader where the reader is a somewhat introverted person that has a passion for drawing, and when Logan asks to see one of their drawings, the reader shows them a drawing of a Wolverine (the animal :3)??

LOGAN HOWLETT • 🎨

“It’s nothing!” || 1.1K Words || P.G. Rating || Fandom: Marvel (X-Men)

Author’s Note: Okay this is probably one of the CUTEST requests I have ever gotten! I’m also an introverted artist, so this might be somewhat self indulgent… Anyway! Thank you so, so much for the idea anon! I love it <3

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CONTENT WARNINGS: Reader is able-bodied, Reader is pretty shy but not excessively, Logan drives a truck instead of a motorcycle in this fic, use of the pet names bub and darling, speeding in a car (no harmful intent/consequences).

Logan knocks on the doorframe with a soft smile on his face. “Hey, bub,” he greets before jingling his car keys and raising a brow. “Wanna head to the book store with me? I don’t got anything else to do today. I thought it’d be nice to take you out somewhere,” he proposes in a knowing tone. You nod your head yes—of course you agree to go! He’s known you too well for too long. You raise your eyebrows and let out a low whistle before turning to your bedside table. “Let me grab something really quick,” you tell him. He hums in acknowledgment while walking away from the door. “I’ll go get the truck started. The weather out there isn’t the best right now,” he calls out to you before the door shuts behind him. You’re quick to pick up your bag and pack it with whatever you need, including your sketchbook and some materials to draw. You smile to yourself as you get an idea of what to draw while you and Logan relax at the bookstore. You zip up your bag and walk down the hall, then outside to Logan’s truck.

“Got everything?” he asks. You nod your head and mumble a soft “yep,” the hum of the engine almost silencing your voice. Logan pulls the stick and reverses the vehicle while looking over his shoulder. You snicker, and the man groans. “What’s so funny? Did I do somethin’ stupid?” he questions while shifting to drive. You shake your head while covering your mouth. “You always look behind you when you pull out as if anyone lives close to us,” you explain in a half-sigh, half-laugh. Logan chuckles softly as he begins to make his way to the bookstore. “Pfft. Alright. I’m just trying to make sure I don’t hit any trees. This baby might be paid off, but I plan on keeping her as long as I can,” he tells you. You exhale deeply as you cross your arms to your chest.

After a few minutes of somewhat awkward silence, you state the obvious: “It’s way too quiet in here.” Logan hums in agreement as he gently taps the leather of the steering wheel. You pick up your bag from the floor of the truck, unzip it, and pull out your small CD holder. “I’ve got a few burned CDs with our favorite songs. What are you in the mood for?” you ask sweetly. The mutant looks at you and shakes his head before focusing his attention on the road once more. “Oh, please. You should know this by now,” he teases. You roll your eyes at him and pick the one that has “LOGAN’S ‘DAD’ ROCK” written in sharpie. You put it in the player and go through the songs before he pushes your hand away. “Ah, ah. No. We’re listening to this,” he states in a slightly stern tone. It’s one of his favorite songs that you catch him singing or humming while you make dinner for him: Self Esteem by The Offspring. You lift your hands up to your chest in defense while widening your eyes. “Alright, old man. We’ll listen to it,” you groan despite enjoying the song yourself. You and Logan both get into the lyrics and find yourself relishing in the moment. The windows are down, he’s driving almost 10 over with barely any other cars on the road, the music is blasting, and the wind in your face feels so amazing.

Eventually the two of you arrive at the large bookstore. You pop the CD out of the player and put it back in the case as Logan parks and turns off the truck. He walks over to the passenger side and opens the door for you as you finish zipping up your bag. “Thank you, kind sir,” you say in a fancy accent. He smiles at you as you take his hand to step out. “But of course, darling,” he says in an equal manner. The two of you share a snicker before approaching the double doors of the bookstore. You’re both hit with the memory-filled atmosphere of the shop; the scent of wood, carpet, and fresh paper, the soft chatter scattered around, and the sound of clinking dishes at the café. Logan releases a deep sigh before his eyes set on you. “I’ve got a bit of extra money,” he says in a bit of a whisper. You look at him with a wide smile, grabbing onto his hand tightly as he walks with you towards the café. “How ‘bout you go find us a spot, bub?” he asks as the both of you enter the line. You nod softly while turning to go find somewhere to sit. You look around carefully, anxiously sticking to Logan’s side until you find a cozy corner area. Once your gaze settles on it, you make a plan in your head on how to get there without moving behind people, tripping, or being in someone’s way. You carefully make your way over and sit down. Logan looks over at you and shoots you a half smirk as you give him a thumbs up.

About five minutes later, your scruffy partner comes over holding a sweet treat in two waxy-looking brown bags. “Got us a little treat. Hope ya’ like it,” he says. He sits next to you and sets your bag in front of you before opening his own. He got the two of you delicious, glazed croissants. You guys have been getting them for the longest time, despite Logan saying he’ll surprise you with whatever he orders for you. You look at him and smile sweetly. “Awe! Thank you, Logan. I really do appreciate when you get me sweet things like this,” you slightly ramble. He hums in acknowledgment before lifting your hand to kiss it, causing you to blush. He chuckled as he felt your flesh warm and saw the way you froze up.

Once the croissants were long gone and thoroughly enjoyed, Logan sat next to you while scrolling through his phone. You, on the other hand, were drawing a little something for your partner. You hummed softly as your pencil skipped across the page to create a picture. Logan raised his brow suspiciously upon seeing your goofy smile. “What’re you drawin’ there, bub?” he asks as he sets his phone on the table. You shrug and chuckle softly. “It’s nothing! I promise,” you tell him shyly. He doesn’t falter and tilts your sketchbook down. “Let me see this,” he mumbles as he looks down at it. “What is that thing?” he asks with furrowed brows. His eyes look to you in search of an answer, and you fidget with your hands. “It’s a—a wolverine,” you whisper. He fixes his posture before wrapping an arm around you, pulling you closer, and kissing the top of your head. “I love it, bub,” he whispers in return. You blush once again as he displays his affection for you in the comfy corner of the café.

[azzibuckets]

For the Love of the Game [Pazzi | Part 4/10]

paige bueckers x azzi fudd

summary: paige and azzi take the next step in their fake relationship

a/n: this one’s pretty long, hopefully it’ll tide y’all over for a bit 💋

word count: 2.6k

masterlist w/ all parts

“I don’t know, I guess we just kinda grew on each other.”

Paige and Azzi stood weakly under the scrunity of their entire team, hands interlocked. Paige hoped the younger girl couldn’t feel the sweat in the palm of her hand. Lying to Geno was no issue, but to her best friends that knew her almost as well as she knew herself? Damn near impossible.

After aggressively interrogating the new “couple” with question after question, the team finally seem somewhat satisfied by their answers and stopped the barrage, leaving Paige and Azzi alone in the locker room.

“Holy hell,” Azzi breathed out a sigh of relief as soon as the last of their teammates left the room. “Good thing we went over our story like a hundred times. That was rough.”

Paige raised an eyebrow. “It wouldn’t hurt you to practice lying a bit,” she remarked, wiping the sweat off her brow with a Gatorade towel.

Azzi bit the inside of her cheek. She hated when Paige made infuriating offhand comments like that, making her feel so inferior without even trying. “I’m sorry I’m just not naturally good at deceiving others,” she snapped.

The other girl stared at her before turning around to rummage through her locker. “I’m carrying most of the weight of this whole act, and you know it.”

The tension between the two of them returned, and they both changed in silence. Azzi mentally kicked herself. They were supposed to be on the same team now. No one on the team would keep on believing their act if her and Paige were always picking fights with each other. She might as well attempt to become friends with Paige, or as close to friends as she could get, so that their plan wouldn’t get ruined.

“Look,” Azzi sighed, breaking the silence, “we should probably like go somewhere and do something together.” Seeing the confused look on Paige’s face, she rushed to forge towards. “Not like a date, you know, but no one’s gonna believe we’re dating if we’re being nasty to each other. We should probably get to know each other and stuff.”

Paige nodded. It seemed like she was understanding Azzi’s idea until she said, “so you wanna get all up on me?”

“Oh my god, Paige-”

Paige’s eyes twinkled in amusement, having gotten the reaction that she wanted. “I’m messing with you. Yeah, that sounds fine.” She checked her watch. “Actually, you free right now?”

Azzi looked at her in surprise. “Why? You wanna go now?”

Paige threw her shoes in her backpack and zipped it up. “The sooner the better, am I right? Your car or mine?”

“I’ll drive,” Azzi offered. She figured she might as well take as much control over the situation as she could. It would be a lot easier for her nerves to quiet down if she had the wheel in her hands, literally and figuratively.

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Azzi rolled down her window, trying not to steal too many glances at Paige. They were painfully silent - the only sound in the car was some terrible country music filtering in from the radio. Azzi had initially connected her AUX, but decided that she didn’t want Paige to judge her music taste.

After a few minutes, Paige had had enough. “Bro, can we turn this shit off or play something else?” she begged, her tone dripping with annoyance.

“A please would be nice,” Azzi griped, resisting the urge to turn the volume up louder just to irritate Paige even further.

Paige folded her arms, hitting her head against her seat with an exaggerated thump. “Who even listens to the radio anymore?” she muttered under her breath. “It’s like I’m in a car with my grandma.”

“I’m not putting my playlists on just so you can shit on that too,” Azzi responded dryly.

“I wouldn’t do that,” Paige muttered. Then in a louder voice, “Can I play my music then?”

“We’re almost there. You can’t sit for another two minutes?”

Paige huffed. “Where are you even taking me?” She made a show of looking around their surroundings at the streets.

“Relax, it’s a good spot. They have good tacos.” Azzi smiled at the thought of biting into one of those mouth watering, juicy, shrimp tacos with the lime salsa she loved so much. Even if Paige was being an ass, at least she’d get to eat well.

When they reached the location, Paige was pleasantly surprised. She wasn’t sure what she was expecting, but it definitely hadn’t been this. They were at an outlook on a hill, a little green park with some old town restaurants and stores nestled in the corner. The hill overlooked the city below, the entire atmosphere bathed in a soft pink light from the setting sun.

“Damn,” Paige whistled, taking it all in. “You did good for our first date.”

Azzi’s cheeks flushed a light pink and she look away, tucking in one of her braids behind her ear. “This isn’t a date.”

Paige bit her lip. She loved when she got Azzi all flustered. Not because she thought it was cute, Paige reminded herself. She just liked to annoy her. “Oh really? I was gonna pay for your food, but I guess not,” Paige joked, dodging when Azzi tried to hit her.

Paige didn’t really know how the two of them so easily switched between frosty exchanges like the one on the car and then light-hearted moments like these. You guys were fickle.

“Okay, so what’s the plan?” Both of you had gotten your tacos, and were sitting at one of the picnic tables scattered next to the Mexican joint.

“I mean, we already got our story done.” Azzi carefully drizzled her tacos with salsa. “I think it’s the chemistry part of all it. We have to really sell that we’re dating through our behavior.”

Paige nodded in agreement. “Yeah. But we should probably set up some boundaries first.”

Azzi’s heartbeat quickened at that. She would be lying if she said she hadn’t thought of the extent your fake relationship would go to. She’d already accepted hugging and hand holding and other basic forms of PDA - they wouldn’t be able to sell their act without it. But she shivered at the idea of there ever being a situation where you guys would have to kiss.

“I’m a pretty touchy person,” Paige admitted. “The whole team knows that. So you’re gonna have to deal with a lot of contact, or else they’ll know something’s up.”

“Yeah, that’s fine,” Azzi muttered. Paige looked up at her, studying her with a small smile on her face.

When she kept on smiling, the dark haired girl shifted uncomfortably in her seat. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Paige was full on grinning now, as if Azzi had just the funniest joke ever. “Come here,” she motioned her head to the spot next to her on the bench.

“Go there?” Azzi rumpled her eyebrow quizzically. “My seat right now is perfectly fine, thanks.”

“Don’t be annoying.” Paige said. “Just come here.” Knowing how stubborn she was and that she likely wouldn’t stop bothering her until Azzi agreed, she gave up, pushing her food to the other side of the table and walking around to join Paige.

Easeinf her way onto the seat, she made sure to leave a gap between them. “Now what?”

Paige’s eyes flicked to the gap inbetween them and she rolled her eyes. “Why are you so far? Come here.” She reached out and wrapped her arm around Azzi’s waist, easily moving her so that the entire sides of their bodies were now flush against each other.

Azzi felt slightly lightheaded, but she blamed the feeling on the fact that she wasn’t a very touchy person in general and wasn’t used to this much contact with anyone in general. “Are you gonna tell me why I’m basically on you?”

“If you wanna sit on my lap, just say so,” Paige teased. When she was met with nothing but raised eyebrows, she said, “We gotta practice the public displays of affection and stuff. It needs to be able to come out of us naturally. We can’t be just be awkwardly holding hands, you know?”

Paige was smarter than Azzi gave her credit for, but she still didn’t like this feeling she was getting, all riled up with her heartbeat quickening from touching Paige. They were so close that Azzi could smell the perfume that the blonde must have sprayed on her neck, all sweet and fragrant.

They ate like that, without a single inch of space between them. It wasn’t as awkward as Azzi had thought it would be. It almost seemed natural, the way their bodies were so intimately pressed together. It was nice, Azzi thought, the warmth of someone next to you. She could understand why some people’s love languages were physical touch.

“Hey, are you Azzi Fudd?” Two giggly girls had approached their table. The one who had spoken had wide eyes and a breathy laugh.

“I am,” Azzi gave them a small smile. She agreed happily when they asked for photos and a signature; she loved UConn fans, and it was nice being recognized out in public every once a while. It made the sweat and tears that she’d dedicated to her sport worth something.

The girls were excitable though, and every time Azzi tried to end the conversation, they brought up another thing. Azzi could feel Paige fidgeting behind her, itching to get away from the curious but increasingly nosy questions of the girls. She tapped her foot against the pavement and sighed loudly. But Azzi ignored her, enjoying Paige’s growing exasperation.

But finally the girls seemed to take a hint, thanking Azzi profusely as they left. She looked over at Paige, who had already started throwing away her food and heading back to the car.

Furrowing her brow, she started to jog after the blonde. “Thanks for waiting,” she joked sarcastically once she caught up. Paige pursed her lips and continued walking, this time at a faster pace. “Are you trying to run away from me? Have you forgotten we’re heading to the same place?” Azzi puffed out, trying to keep up.

“You know, people don’t usually spend half of a date talking to someone who isn’t their date,” Paige responded, the harshness in her tone catching Azzi off guard.

Then realization dawned on her. Paige Bueckers was jealous. It surprised her somewhat - everyone knew Paige enjoyed being the center of attention. She just didn’t know that Paige could be jealous when it came to her attention. And she didn’t necessarily hate it.

“Hold up, Bueckers.” Azzi’s lips quirked up. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous.”

Paige snorted. “You wish. It’s just that the whole point of coming here was to work out any holes in our plan, yet we didn’t discuss it at all.” She sped up even faster, and Azzi grabbed her elbow, forcing her to spin around to face her.

“Are you mad?” Azzi asked, amusement still lingering in her eyes. When Paige didn’t respond, she stepped closer, brushing a blonde strand behind her ear. “Did you wanna practice, Paige?” She said, voice a whisper now. Deciding to have a little fun, Azzi let her gaze drop down to Paige’s lips before looking up at her through her lashes.

Paige visibly swallowed, and Azzi relished in the effect she was having on the girl. She was used to making Paige mad, making her voice rise and cheeks flush in frustration, but she could get used to this - making Paige nervous, making her heart race.

“Practice what?” Paige rasped out. Her eyes were focused on Azzi’s lips, so Azzi wet her bottom lip, letting her tongue slowly run over.

“You know,” Azzi purred, now bringing her hand up to run her fingers up Paige’s bicep. She danced her fingertips Paige’s skin, not letting it stay in one place for too long.

Paige exhaled, moving to bring Azzi closer to her before Azzi burst out with a laugh. “Oh my god,” she cackled. “You should’ve seen the look on your face.”

Paige stepped back, her jaw clenched. If Azzi didn’t know better, she would think that Paige looked hurt, with her eyebrows dipped down and expression rigid, but she brushed it off. There was no way Paige cared enough about kissing her to actually be disappointed.

“I guess my flirting skills are getting pretty good, eh?” Azzi teased, but the other girl didn’t even look at her. This continued the entire way home, Paige staying silent while staring out the window, their dynamic now back to its fluctuating state.

“Are you mad or something?” Azzi asked once she had parked outside of Paige’s apartment. Paige ignored her, trying to open the door. Azzi smirked as she saw Paige struggle with the handle before realizing that she’d turned child lock on.

Giving up, the taller girl crossed her arms. “No.”

“Then why are you being all moody? Is this cuz I was flirting with you?”

Paige sucked in a breath, her cheeks hollowed. “What do you want me to say?” It was a genuine question, because even Paige wasn’t sure of why she was feeling like this. Her entire body had thrummed when Azzi had looked at her lips, and for some unknown reason she’d wanted to bring Azzi closer, to see what she tasted like. It was completely and wholly alien. Up until now the only thing she’d wanted to do to Azzi was bounce a basketball off the side of her head. And now Azzi’s pretty pink mouth was stuck in her head, had been burning in her mind the entire ride back.

Azzi shrugged, and that’s when Paige decided to take back the wheel. “You were right, actually. We should practice kissing,” she announced, feeling satisfied once Azzi’s eyes widened.

“Why?” Azzi stuttered.

Paige leaned over the console, a fiery look in her eyes. “You were all confident back at the park. What happened?” She challenged.

Azzi swallowed her nervousness. Cocking her chin, she said “I’m just scared you might pass out. You were a little bit too disappointed back there when I pushed you away.”

The girls’ eyes locked in a staring contest, both of them refusing to back down.

Until Paige opened her mouth, and blurted out, “I’m going to kiss you.” Azzi stared at the older girl, shocked by the abrupt bluntness of her statement. They both continued to look at each other, and when Azzi didn’t say anything, Paige leaned in, pressing her lips to hers.

Instinctively, Azzi brought her hand up to Paige’s cheek, and Paige tilted her head slightly, leaning into her warm touch. Paige’s lips parted, and Azzi took that opportunity to brush her tongue against hers.

It was like everything was moving in slow motion. Paige couldn’t even believe that she was kissing Azzi, the girl she’d gotten into more arguments with than she’d ever had with all of her teammates combined. Azzi, who always made her head spin and blood pressure rise. Azzi, who was annoyingly good at basketball, who knew how to get under her skin and press her sensitive spots. Except now she wanted Azzi to press different sensitive spots.

Paige was gentle and her lips so much softer than Azzi had expected. As they kissed, she let her fingers slip into Paige’s hair, feeling its soft silkiness. Her nails scraped Paige’s scalp, eliciting a soft groan from the blonde’s lips.

After what seemed like forever, they broke apart, panting and staring at each other in disbelief. Azzi licked her lips, now swollen, studying Paige, whose pupils were dilated and hair slightly mussed up from Azzi’s hands. Paige’s eyes, so pretty and blue, fluttered closed for a second before she reached for the handle of the car. “It’s getting late,” she swallowed. “I should probably go.”

Without a word, Azzi unlocked the car, watching as Paige hurriedly gathered her things and left. She walked briskly away with her head down, not looking back once. Once she’d disappears into the building of her apertment, Azzi groaned, letting her forehead rest against the wheel. What the fuck had they just done?

[lunajay33]

Change Part.5

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Summary: Y/n is a loner but loves ballet but her family doesn’t have enough money for her to dance at the studio, Daryl is a redneck who hates people and prefers bikes, until one day these two run into eachother and their lives change drastically, will Daryl toughen her up? Will y/n soften Daryl? Or both? How will things go when people start coming back from the dead

Pairing: Young Daryl Dixon x f!reader

A/n: This is going to be a series, it’s gonna start with how they met eachother and their lives before the apocalypse, eventually it’ll blend with twd story line!!

Part.4

•Masterlist•

“I wanna see ya dance”

“Are you sure it’s kind of embarrassing”

“Show me Angel” he smiled with encouragement

I turned on Swan lake music and did the best I could from what I was capable of, I tried avoiding eye contact, this was my Daryl Dixon I didn’t wanna see him laughing in my face over something in so passionate about, but he never did make fun of me and he never would

“My ballerina, always so graceful”

He wrapped his arms around my waist after I was done pulling me down onto the bed on our apartment in Atlanta, I straddled his legs looking down at him

“I got a surprise for ya”

“Oh do you now?” I smirked thinking he was trying to turn the mood around

“A guy I work with at the shop has a girlfriend, she runs a dance studio and she got classes for adults on the weekends, got a discount so ya could go, if ya want” his face became red which I always adored my heart swelled for him

“DARYL! Are you serious you did that for me” I yelled excited

“Anything for my angel”

“Kids I need everyone to stay completely silent okay, everyone sit along the wall of the windows and don’t move, we will stay until your parents come in 20 minutes” I said calmly as to not scare them they were only young

They listened and we were all sit in silence, my thoughts are in over drive what the hell was happening something was incredibly wrong how was I suppose to leave with those people out there like that and what about where Daryl was

Parents filled in quickly in panic dragging their kids out until finally it was just me, I took out my cell phone dialing Daryl praying he’d answer, my hands were sweaty my chest felt tight

“Angel you okay?” Daryl answered

“Daryl somethings wrong, people are coming back from the dead and eating each other please come get me I’m scared” I heard the tremble in my voice

“Don’t ya move im coming”

He was there in less than 10 minutes running into my classroom grabbing my by my shoulders and wrapping his arms around me tight holding me like the world was ending…….maybe it was

“We gotta go, we’ll go home and get our stuff but Merle’s packin some supplies fer us to get outta town ya gotta be strong” he said wiping my tears away

“Okay just don’t let go of me”

“Never”

We got home and I was quick to fill up a duffel bag with spare clothes, family jewelry, pictures of Daryl and I, baby clothes I had started buying, prenatals and just as I was about to leave I looked into the spare room seeing my Ballet collection, the slippers were still as pretty as the day Daryl gifted them to me, I laid them on the top of my belongs in the bag and zipped it up

“My lil Ballerina ya ready to go?” Daryl asked gently running his hand down my arm

“I don’t wanna leave this is our home, where we were gonna raise this baby”

“We will be alright, cause as long as I got ya with me, I’m home” Daryl didn’t get extremely soft and sentiment with me but when he did I knew it was serious

“Okay, I’m ready” he held my hand tight leading me to his truck with his motorcycle strapped in the trunk, Merle hot on our tail driving his own bike, over the years Merle had gotten a bit more use to me but Merle was Merle he was still an ass and sometimes liked to take his frustrations out on me

“Where are we going?” I asked leaning my head on his shoulder trying to distract myself from the screams and blood all over the streets

“That place I took ya up at the quarry where…….where we were first together”

“Daryl where are you taking me?” I asked as there was a cloth around my eyes as he drove me to god knows where

“Told ya it’s a surprise”

After some more time driving the truck stopped, Daryl got out coming to my side to help me out

“Can I please see now?”

He untied the cloth and what I saw made my heart melt, it was a tent over looking a serene blue quarry lake, he brought me inside the tent where he had a tons of blankets and a picnic basket in the middle

“D you did all this for me?” I asked looking at him with tears in my eyes

“ ‘Course Angel, after what ya did get me, patchin me up, making me feel safe, wanted to give ya somethin back”

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders something so new, after Daryl had that incident with his dad we had gotten a lot closer

“I appreciate this so much but you didn’t have to do something back for me, I help you because I want to because……..I love you” he was silent and tensed making me nervous, we’d talked about how he didn’t have much comfort and love growing up

“I think I love ya too, if this is what love feels like” he had the faintest smile

“Soooo would you be my boyfriend?” I asked biting my lip

“Definitely” he smirked as he backed me onto the blankets laying me down so he was hovered over me

“I wanna be with you Daryl, I’m ready”

When we got to the quarry all the memories came rushing back as I looked out over the quarry, a group was already set up there from Atlanta and they were fine with taking the three of us, so after we set up Daryl’s and my tent I came here to try and get my thoughts together

“Ya okay Angel?” Daryl asked as he stood behind me wrapping his arms around my waist resting them on my tiny bump

“Just thinking about or first time here, how nervous you were, how much I realized I really love you” I said leaning back against him letting out all my stress knowing he had me

“Remembered how beautiful ya were, knew ya were the one fer me”

“How beautiful I was? Have I gotten ugly with age?” I teased

“Nah ‘course not, I got the hottest wife in the world and I ain’t letting ya go” he said as he placed a kiss to the top of my head

“We should get back, get settled for the night” I said as I held his hand scared of those “walkers” that could be wander up here

“I know it’s scary but ya gotta stay relaxed, ya know the doctor said stress is bad for the baby”

“I’m trying it’s just……a lot” we made it back to the camp and others were sitting around fires as the sun was slowly setting

I slouched next to Dale letting out an exhausted sigh letting the heat from the fire wash over me, soon Daryl came sitting by me, throwing a blanket over my shoulders and handing me a protein bar he must have packed

“You okay sweetie?” Dale asked, I only just met him but he was obviously very caring

“Oh yeah I’m fine, just a long day, glad we could get out of the town in time”

“So how do you two know eachother?” Andrea asked from across the fire

I looked at Daryl knowing he is a closed off person, being with him since we were young I forget about how he interacts with others but I understood why, he nodded giving me the okay

“We met in highschool, and have just been together since, our science teacher paired us up and changed my life for the better” I smiled remembering how cute I thought he was

“That’s so sweet, you seem like you’re perfect for eachother” Amy chimed in

I just smiled feeling Daryl squeeze my hand under the blanket so the others didn’t see, he was never big on pda

I ate my protein bar and started to feel all the stress from the day come crashing down on me so I leaned over to whisper to Daryl

“Can we go to bed?” he nodded standing up alerting the others we were leaving

“Ya better be careful” Ed said with a menacing feeling, he scared me he had this aura about him that made my skin crawl

Daryl and I walked off to our tent, where Merle was sat on a chair infront of his tent right next to ours

“Yall get nice and chummy with the camp, share fun camp stories” he mocked

“Come on Merle we need to get use to this no point in making enemies of the only people that might still be around” I said not wanting to deal with Merle’s antics right now

“Yer lucky we even helped ya out bitch” he groaned

“Shut yer damn mouth Merle” Daryl opened the tent and we left Merle to stew in his usual anger

I plopped down on the air mattress Daryl had blown up and laid blankets on, he rummaged through my bag to get my pajamas but he stopped

“Ya brought em?” He asked holding up my ballerina slippers

I don’t know why but I blushed

“Well yeah, it was the first thing you have to me” he smiled taking out my pajamas and handing them over

As I changed he took off his shirt and pants, pulling on some sweatpants, we crawled into bed laying in silence for some time

“Do you think this will all be over by the time the baby comes in 6 months?” I asked as he traced patterns around my belly

“I don’t know Angel, but we’ll figure something out, now get some sleep”

“Okay class keep working on your test I’ll be right back” I said in a hurry as I raced off to the bathroom, just making it in time to throw up all my lunch

This didn’t feel like the usually stomach bug but what else could it be……..that’s when I remembered the last time Daryl and I were together, he had just got home from work and he was so worked up from his shift he didn’t even care to use a condom and just wanted to let out his stress

Now here I was after school picking up pregnancy tests from the drug mart, wondering which one would be the most accurate

“Need help?” I looked to my side to see a beautiful woman with locks in her hair and darker skin complexion

“Yes please, I’ve never had to pick before”

She handed me a rapid test in a pink box smiling like she knew how this felt

“I know what it’s like, had the same look you have now before I had my boy, you’ll be okay”

“Thanks, I’m y/n by the way, I haven’t seen you around before are you new here?”

“I’m just passing through and I’m Michonne”

“Well it’s nice to meet you, and thank you for this but I should probably go test this out”

“No problem, good luck girl”

I got home before Daryl quick to pee on the stick, waiting for the results, the box said 5 minutes and those 5 minutes were the most stressful longest minutes of my life

The timer went off, time to see if I was really pregnant, I took the test with shaky hands and flipped it over……….2 lines I was pregnant, I thought I’d be scared and knowing Daryl’s past I wasn’t sure how he’d feel but to have a little baby with the person I love most in this world just felt….right

“Angel I’m home” I heard Daryl call from the front door

I quickly put the test in my back pocket and left to greet him, nervous of how he’d feel

“Hey ya okay?” He asked always reading me like a open book

“I have something I need to tell you”

“What are ya okay?”

“I’m fine, I just want you to know that this is what I want but if you don’t want this then I don’t know I understand why you’d leave but……”

“Ya know I’d never leave ya, now tell me what’s going on, yer freakin me out”

I took the test out of my back pocket and handed it to him, his confusion very clear, he had no idea what he was holding

“What’s this?”

“A pregnancy test, it’s positive”

He didn’t say anything he just kept looking at the test, I could see the thoughts rushing in his head

“Please say something” I whimpered feeling the emotions build up in my throat

He wrapped his arms around my waist picking me up and spinning me around

“I love ya, and I’m gonna love this baby ya hear me”

I woke up to the sun shinning through the tent giving a warm glow around us, remembering the dream of tell Daryl I was pregnant, ever since seeing those people ripping flesh apart I’ve been reminiscing a lot about the past, maybe it’s because there might be a chance that I’d never get that life back, the life I fought so hard for with Daryl, the one I craved and now it felt like it was being ripped away what if this changed things between us

I rolled over feeling the bed beside me was cold and empty, but Daryl was usually an early riser, I changed into some shorts and a more fitting short sleeve shirt, hauling on one of Daryl flannels over it, leaving the tent I saw Merle and Daryl sat around a little fire between our tents

I sat beside Daryl in a chair they must have gotten from the camp

“Here have some of this” Daryl said passing me so deer jerky he packed

“Ya okay?” He asked after I hadn’t spoken for some time

“I’m fine, just been thinking about a lot of stuff”

“Worlds not about you anymore sweetcheeks, get over yerself or ya ain’t gonna last” Merle said scoffing as if this was such a normal thing to happen to the world

“Merle can you just give me a break for once” I sighed rubbing my eyes

“Stop being a princess, may have worked before when Daryl was there to protect ya all the time from the big bad world but ya gotta suck it up” it’s kind of true, I was a bit more sensitive than others but I just didn’t like confrontation and if there ever was Daryl was there like my big strong knight

“Merle we ain’t going through this again” Daryl groaned obviously sick of Merle as well

“I’m gonna go for a walk” I stated getting up to get away from this growing tension

“Take yer knife” Daryl said handing it over

I walked through the surrounding woods enjoying the silence away from Merle, the only sound I could hear was the gentle chirps of birds littered in the trees above

I found a fallen tree sitting against it, little dandelions surrounding the base, I picked a bunch putting them in my pockets, knowing they were edible and might go along way with the group

In the past I would’ve never thought this little yellow “weed” was safe to consume but after a nature survival lesson from Daryl I was basically caught up on everything you could know about the woods

“And why exactly do I have to know survival tips about the wild?” I asked looking at Daryl like he was crazy as we walked through trails for a date he planned

“If yer my girl now ya gotta be able to take care of yerself ya never know what might happen”

“Okay if you say so” I said giggling

He crouched down by a patch of dandelions picking one out and tucking it behind my ear

“Every part of them are edible, roots stem flower” he said continuing to walk

“Really but aren’t weeds bad?”

“Not these ones, trust me spending lots of time out here I’ve had to eat a fair few”

“I…….im sorry” I hated knowing he had to struggle with a neglectful family

“Ain’t yer fault……..ya know my mother woulda loved ya” he rarely talked about her but I knew what happened to her

“Really, that would’ve been nice to meet her, see the woman who made the sweetest guy I’ve ever met”

“That’s why she’d like ya, sweet girl, and because ya love me more than I deserve”

I grabbed his bicep stopping him and turning him towards me

“Don’t speak like that D, you deserve all the love the world can give, ya wouldn’t like if I talked about myself like that would you?” He lowered his head shaking it

“Nah guess not”

“Come on mountain man, show me the rest of your tips” I said and his face exploded in red

“NO NOT LIKE THAT, god Dixon you’re going to be the death of me” I said pushing him forward on the trail screaming internally as he laughed

After spending about half an hour sitting here I got up heading back to camp, when I turned around I heard a groan and leaves crunching it was a walker only steps away from me, I stepped back tripping over a root landing hard in my tailbone, not realizing the walker was right infront of me falling ontop of me, it jaws snapping in my face, using all the strength I had to hold it back, I lifted my leg up kicking it over and off me, quickly taking out my knife driving it through its head ceasing its movement, I looked down over my first splattered with blood, the adrenaline still coursing through me I ran back to the camp past everyone to where Daryl was still sitting by our tent

“Angel what the hell happened” he asked standing up looking at me with horror

“A walker…..” I gasped

He ran his arms all over my body checking for bites, I tried to reassure him I wasn’t bite but for his peace of mind I let him continue

“Ya killed it?” Merle asked from next to us

“Guess I’m not that weak after all”

Part.6

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[itsabouttimex2]

Can I ask how the lmk characters would react if your childhood cat ran away and I mean that you’re very very very close to the cat.

Because my childhood cat Leo just ran away and I’m having a massive meltdown because of it and crying so much.I already watch one cat die I can’t lose another and your work’s always bring a smile to my face and I really need something to get my mind on something else right now.

(I’m sorry to hear that, dear. Trouble with pets is never fun. I hope things get better.)

Missing Pet Reactions

Sun Wukong, Mei, Sandy

Sun Wukong has never really had a “pet”- but he does have a whole mountain of monkeys ranging in age and disposition. I imagine he understands quite well the panic of one going missing for more than a few minutes.

So he sympathizes. He understands.

And the moment Wukong sees the tears beading in your eyes as you desperately recall the circumstances of your pet going missing? He’s on the move.

Even if the Great Sage didn’t have his Golden Vision ready to track down your pet, he still has the power to create clones en masse. A storm of ginger simians down every street and road, knocking on windows and doors with their bold hands.

The real deal will stay beside you while his clones “shred” the city with haste, taking a moment to calm and shush you with the biggest grin he can manage.

While they search, Wukong encourages you to snack on whatever you'd like in his pantry (though it's nothing but junk food...) to keep your stomach full and settled. He’ll bust out a peach soda for you and settle in with a blanket, and wait out the literal handful of minutes that it takes to his clones to return your pet to you.

Mei has her own way of “tearing” the city apart, mainly through her use of her expansive follower base. All it takes is one text and there’s a few thousand eyes on the streets, looking for your little fur baby.

She’s also personally out on her motorcycle, zipping up and down backroads and busy streets to find your furry friend and bring it home.

The dragon girl is split pretty fifty-fifty between taking you along and leaving you behind, but will lean either direction depending on how hysteric you are. She might just throw you onto the couch and slam the door behind her as she races out, throwing you a credit card and instructing you to order something for dinner.

It’s not that she wants to leave you all alone in this state of distress, but Mei prioritizes your safety above your comfort, as it happens. And besides… if you’re fear-snacking on pizza and soda by the time she gets back (with pet in tow), then the two of you basically get to celebrate together immediately. Win-win!

…she’s absolutely recording the tearful reunion, though.

Oh, no one is going to be more on your side through this than Sandy. His dozen therapy cats? His little Mo? The big blue softy so sympathetic to your plight that he has to fight back a few tears of his own.

Now, I have no doubt that one or two of Sandy’s cats have gotten out here and there, only to be quickly returned by the call of dinner or his frantic pleas- the ex-soldier knows all about luring little wayward pets back home.

Freshly popped tuna cans and cats treats are scattered about the yard and deck, and then Sandy puts out two chairs and a platter of snacks to go with the tea he brews for you.

For this gentle giant, it’s only a matter of waiting- he knows to stay calm, to calm you down, to just… wait.

Out of all three, his plan works the best, just because there’s not a frantic chase or a surplus of noise to make things worse, or to frighten the cat further. In less than an hour, you’ve got your buddy back.

So basically, Sandy has the knowledge + temperament to get your cat back without harm or a pointedly long lapse of time spent futilely looking in the wrong place. 10/10!

[drazenarts]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℝ𝕚𝕧𝕒𝕝𝕤: ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟙! ੈ✩‧₊˚

Pairing: Lensless! Invincible x Reader.

Warnings: Drinking, Spy with conflicted feelings. Smut build up flirtation. Same as last time.

Tags: Dubcon, Drinking, DrazenArtsFic (I myself an

the NSFW).

Word Count: 3,356.

Chapter Links: Prologue,

A/N: Here is chapter 1 as promised. I hope you all enjoy. Ngl I haven’t even started on the smut for next chapter so I have no idea when you can expect that, apologies. But I’m sure the inspiration will come to me eventually! 💙💛 Anyway enjoy reading and see you next time.

P.S. Divider in the middle of the text is for when our goat actually shows up.

“Tonight is the night.” You mutter to yourself as you zip up your black dress while looking out the window of your small, cramped city apartment. It had been 3 months since you’d arrived on Earth. You like to think you've managed to integrate quite nicely. Your disguise watch? It’s a fitness bit. Your family? They live on the other side of the country. You’d even managed to make some friends on Earth and a job that allowed you to rent this small apartment. Thanks to your sewing skills from helping your mom out with projects, you’d gotten hired helping a small business owner at a pricey boutique in the city center. And although you were enjoying your time on Earth despite some mishaps, you knew it wasn’t really why you were there.

No, you were here to free them from Viltrumite conquest, or at least try your best to foil whatever sick plans they had for this planet. It had been 5 years since the takeover. Most cities had given in and bent the knee in hopes of returning to some sense of normalcy. Most heroes who fought for the resistance were killed or in hiding, and their numbers would thin everyday. As far as you knew, you were able to find out about large resistant movements left in less than 10 nations, most running out of resources to fight back by now. As for where you were conducting your operations? The new US capital, Invincible City, apparently the asshole had renamed it after himself not long after he and his father took over.

As you finish the last few details of your outfit, you get ready to head out to the party. You’d managed to receive some information that he’d be there, finally the chance to study him firsthand had come. You’d been reporting back to the coalition on a weekly basis, but it was hard to provide useful reports when the target was of high status, considered the ruler of the city and the world for the most part. He liked to call himself a king if you weren’t mistaken.

You take the train, a high-speed advanced railway that had been built in the new capital since the takeover. As you do so, you feel a pit of anger, perhaps even rancor, forming in your chest. This was just a sour reminder of how Viltrum was able to build such things by stealing the life force from planets they conquered, including yours. You do your best to keep a neutral face expression on, and it doesn’t take long for you to arrive at the large building the event is being hosted at. It looks like it was previously a government building but has been turned into a nightclub at the request of the new leader. You stand amongst the large crowd and eventually get to the front of the line using the invitation the resistance had helped you acquire after you’d explained how you were their best shot at infiltration.

“Welcome, Miss Astor.” Your pseudo identity for the night. You smile and thank the man as you walk onto the main floor, where most of the public who was invited would stay at tonight. The building had a total of three floors, each having a higher clearance requirement than the last, so you’d already deducted Mark must be on the third floor. You had second floor clearance with the identity the Resistance had gotten for you, so it would be up to you to get that last clearance level. You waste no time on the first floor blending in behind what looked to be like a large group of friends and following them to the elevator to get to the second floor. As you do so, another guard scans all of your badges, confirming all of you have clearance. And although you do your best to act normal, you can’t help but gently tap your foot on the floor as you wait for the doors to open, impatient to know what you’re working with.

Upon reaching the second floor, you finally relax your shoulders a bit. Finding someone with third floor clearance should be easy, the second floor was still rather packed. You just had to lie and wait, and so you do just that. You take a seat at one of the many bar areas and casually sip on a drink, slowly, meticulously even. You see, whatever this alcohol substance was on Earth, it was different from your version back on Paradis V-4, much, much stronger. You find the slight haze makes you feel more relaxed and probably helps you blend in by slouching your posture a bit more to what is considered normal for humans. As you lounge around, guests come and go, and you make sure to glance at every badge but have no luck finding a level 3 badge.

That is until he sits near a man with a pink cyborg head who is arguing rather loudly on the phone. “Listen, I told you already! Tell him I’m on my way! Well, no I don’t have Isotope working today it’s his day off!” The man yells angrily into the phone, clearly arguing with someone. You waste no time quickly swiping the badge off of his lower coat and tucking it into your pocket. You just needed to briefly switch into him long enough to get in. And so you go to the bathroom, leaving him to continue arguing at the bar.

As you go to the bathroom, you read the name on the badge. ‘Machine Head.’ If you’re not mistaken, he was some criminal big shot until the Viltrumite takeover, now he works for Invincible, helping him manage the shadier parts of the city he’s more familiar with.

You copy his appearance with your useful watch gadget and walk out towards the elevator once more, swallowing nervously as you approach the guard, doing your best to imitate Machine Head's demeanor as you approach the guard. “Hey, dickhead.” You raise your finger, crudely pointing at him. “Hurry it up and scan me already! Don't you know I’m late already.” The guard quickly scans your badge clearly, quite nervous himself, and lets you through. Thankfully you get the elevator ride to yourself and are able to pick out one of your random human disguises not your usual, but something slightly altered for the mission.

As the doors open, the third floor seems to have a bit of a different atmosphere, it’s significantly less populated, but there are still quite a few celebrities and people of similar caliber who were brought in to lighten up the atmosphere of the place. Everyone is having fun, with some ‘heroes’ chatting business amongst themselves at some of the tables. Deciding you’d grab a drink and hit the dance floor to try and blend in, you begin making your way towards the only bar area on this floor, only this time you’re stopped by something, or rather someone.

“Hey sweetheart, haven't seen you around before. Are you a model or something, because you sure look like one.” Your shoulder is grabbed by a yellow fingerless glove you recognize all too well. And although you feel an almost painful mix of rage and disgust inside, you’ve trained for this to tolerate him putting his filthy hands on you if it came to that. “I-Invincible.” You pretend to stutter as if you are some random, meek woman who would be impressed by his presence. “Yes, I’m new to the modeling industry. My first big break is getting published next month.” You exclaim, faking a closed eyed wholesome smile, as you turn to face him. He pretends to be impressed by your accomplishment. “Oh, really? Wow, you must be so talented. And quite a lucky woman, I must say. First you finally get your first big break, and now you’re here having drinks with me.”

You open your eyes, getting ready to truly face him face-to-face, and slowly gaze up. As you do so, it feels as if time freezes. You don’t particularly feel anything as your eyes meet for the first time, at just finally taking him in, taking in his presence, for the first time. He still looked the same as his pictures, it seems. Even though he’s in charge, he’s been keeping in shape just in case anything happens. He doesn’t look much older, probably due to his ridiculously long life span. And of course he’s wearing that stupid hero suit without eye protection like a psycho. The way he’s looking at you is definitely a lot of curiosity and interest, but there’s something else there, something that makes you feel unsettled even if you can’t quite read it. His eyes in general seem to be quite the paradox warm, yet the way he stares leaves you with an eerie feeling. Even so, you play it off, keeping a small smile on your face as the two of you converse.

“Oh, really? I get to have drinks with you? Are you sure? I’d hate to keep you from the others it’s your event, after all.” You mention politely trying to get him off your back, you were here to observe him and gather intel, not interact with him so personally, dammit! He doesn’t seem to get the hint, however smiling like a bumbling idiot as he throws an arm around your shoulder. “Nonsense, what’s the point if I can’t spend my night with a pretty lady, hmm?” He winks at you confidently. You bring your hands up to laugh politely as if you find him cute, but under the cover of your hands, your fake smile fades for a second and one of the corners of your lips twitches in disgust. You didn’t understand how he could just be so carefree after everything he’s done. Was he unaware there was probably more than one person in this room besides you who would murder him if given the chance? Still, you can’t afford to concentrate on that right now. Slowly you pull your hands off of your face, your fake smile back on it as the interaction at hand continues.

“Can I get you anything to drink, beautiful?” He asks as he waves over one of his waiters. You order your favorite drink, and he gets some kind of cheap beer. A bit strange for a man of his status, but you don’t question it, his whole personality is a contradiction to the power he holds, after all. While you wait for your drinks, of course he keeps trying to eagerly make conversation prying you with questions. “So where are you from?” He asks. “Oh, you know just the other side of the country.” You say quietly, trying not to bring too much attention to it before attempting to change the topic. “It must be pretty great to get to relax like this sometimes, right? Especially for someone of your status.” You mention trying to lighten the mood. He takes the compliment in stride, leaning forward closer to you. “Yeah, it’s pretty great. I’ve really been needing a break,” he admits. As your drinks come, he begins to pull you aside towards the terrace. “Come on, let’s go somewhere we can really talk.” He says as he lets the door close behind you both.

It’s a bit cold outside with the night breeze, but his arm around your shoulders provides some warmth as you lean into him. ‘It’s just for warmth, it doesn't mean anything.’ You think to yourself. As you glance up at him, he raises his beer bottle, holding it up, wanting to make a toast with you. “To tonight!” You clink your glass with his, repeating his words in a softer tone, trying to play along. As you sip your drinks, you gaze at him with suspicion, wondering what his angle is. He seems not to notice this, that idiotic smile still pressed on his face. “So doll,” he begins. “What brings you to the city? I mean, what are your goals?” As he asks, he gazes at you with more warmth, no it must be the warmth of the yellow city lights reflecting in his eyes, you convince yourself. You make up something about how your dream is to be a fashionista or open a business of your own by learning from your friend's boutique. As you speak, he can’t help but shake his head in disappointment, clicking his tongue. “You know you’re kind of disappointing me, doll. I thought you’d be more interesting, but so far everything you’ve said is so surface level, so vanilla.” He retorts with a cocky smirk on your face.

This causes your expression and entire mood to shift. For a moment you lose your composure and forget yourself. “I’m not boring, I just don’t want to answer your lame ass questions. I don’t want to talk about myself!” You scream, ending the last part with a scoff as you attempt to regain some semblance of yourself. Shit, shit, shit, you blew it! As you stand there terrified of what might happen next, you try and at least put on a neutral face, but what transpires next is shocking.

This man starts laughing. It's a choked snort at first before he’s full on laughing, the kind that makes it so you have to bend over and hold your stomach from how hard you’re laughing. As he does this, he points at you with his other hand, only half holding his beer, the bottle threatening to slip from his grip, he stomps his foot on the floor maniacally, uncontrolled, as if he can’t stop it. He continues pointing at you even as the laughter subsides, an amused grin remaining on his face. “There she is! That’s the side of my beautiful doll I wanted to see. The rage, the frustration you hold back because you’re just supposed to be pretty and smile.” You can’t help but give him a baffled stare as he says this. You’re not sure if it’s the combination of alcohol and nerves or the whole situation, but you end up blurting out what you’re thinking. “The fuck is wrong with you!”

Mark gives you a low toned cool chuckle before standing straight and taking a step towards you, attempting to close the distance once more. He grabs your chin, making you gaze up at him as you give him a slightly defiant look, your brow furrowing. “Well sweetheart, I’m afraid it’s going to take at least a few dates and a lot more alcohol to open up about what’s wrong with me. But I’m glad we’re getting somewhere tonight and that you’re not just a beautiful face.” Something about the way he says that last part sends shivers down your spine, a small blush appearing on your face. He chuckles, noticing your blush. “Getting shy on me now? I didn’t peg you for the shy type normally girls like you are bubbly.” He admits while trying to somewhat compliment you.

You soon move his hand off your chin and cough gently. “Worse, in the dry and sarcastic type.” Now it’s you who smirks at him, feeling a little more confident in your conversation. “Oh really?” Mark seems amused as he questions you. He then raises his hands at the side of his head, waving them frantically as he kneels down slightly to your height. “Oo, so serious and scary.” Mark mocks, clearly not scared. You can’t help but wonder if he’s on something from the way he twitches when his movements become shakier, his eyes bulging and red. Before you can question him, however he goes to stand behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist firmly, causing you to tense up.

“Sounds like you need to lighten up.” He says it as if he’s taking this as a challenge. He begins to lift you up in the air, causing you to wave your arms in the air frantically trying to escape his grasp. “Mark? Mark!” You scream, panicking, forgetting the formalities of using his hero name at that point! “Stop struggling, I don't want to accidentally drop you, or don’t it’s your funeral, babe.” He says as he continues to lift you before taking off at full speed with you in his arms. At first, diving down just a bit giving you a view of the skyscraper windows being lit up at night. You remain more still but stiff in his arms as he flies through the city. Within a few minutes he makes it out to the lake, and you can’t help but roll your eyes at the cliché, a small smug smirk on your face. ‘He really thinks this will work on me?’ “Hey, don’t look at me like that. Watch.” Mark says, noticing the smug look on your face. He brings you close to the water, and you can see both of your reflections in it. Amused by the image just for a moment, you reach out your hand and touch it. As you do, Mark begins to lift you up and takes you back into the city. He’s flying a bit slower than the initial takeoff now, causing you to finally relax in his arms.

There were many things your people could do, including altering your body composition slightly to squeeze into tight spaces like jelly, but flying was not one of them. A small smile forms on your face as you wave your hand through the air, feeling the wind course through it. “Nice, right?” Mark comments as he begins to close in on the large building you took off from, all you can do is nod for a second. “Yeah, I suppose it’s nicer than I thought. Can’t say I’ve ever been flying.” Mark laughs as he goes to set you down carefully, your heels landing with a click. “How’d you like it?” He asks as he turns you to face him, still holding you close. The wind flying in his hair gave him a dark but romantic look. You pause, not liking that he can not only look human for a moment, but good even. But you quickly remember your position and answer him. “It was neat.”

Mark laughs a bit. “Neat? Just neat. You know how many people beg me to take them flying? I have a waiting list.” He shakes his head with a slight smile on his face as if not believing it. “You know I like you, _____. You’re a tough nut to crack.” You play along, smiling. “I like you too, Mark.” He then gets a bit more serious for the first time, leaning in and kissing you. As his lips press with your own, your eyes widen. At first you consider kicking him off, but you play along for now, kissing him back softly. You feel tingles through your body as you kiss, enjoying it and forgetting about your worries just for a second as you soften up in his arms. After a moment he pulls away, brushing your lips with his thumb and gently speaking in a lower, more considerate tone now. “Will you come home with me?”

You consider the implications of his words as they echo through your ears. Sleeping with him could be beneficial, it would allow you to gain access to information no one else in his life is privy to. Yet there’s something else, something outside of your objective prying at you, telling you to run because it’ll only grow if you keep interacting with him, and yet you push the sentiment down, telling yourself you’re being ridiculous you know yourself. You never could fall in love back home whenever you went on dates, so why would you fall in love with this monster of all beings in the universe? It was fine there was nothing to worry about. And so with that in mind, you gently nod and mutter back a soft yes, letting him fly off with you in his arms, once more this time to wherever he considered home.



[mayflora-18]

Incorrect CoD Quotes #10

Sherlock: Sarge, I am way too sleep-deprived to deal with your negativity right now.

Gaz: -_-

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Soap: We gotta get to the hospital and we gotta get there fast.

Ghost: Then, I should drive.

Soap: Why you?

Ghost: I've got nothing to live for and I drive like it.

Soap: Okay, let's do it.

[Later]

Ghost and Soap in the car: AAAAAAHHHH!!!

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Sherlock: What if…

*Sherlock frowns in concentration*

Roach: Ooh, Sherlock's wheels are turning. Your brain baby is crowning.

Gaz:: Roach, please, that's disgusting.

Sherlock: No, it's helping, I am having a brain baby.

Gaz: Then push, babe, push.

Roach: *lets out deep breaths* Breathe.

Gaz: You can do this, you are so strong.

Sherlock: I got it!

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Price: Quick, you're losing a lot of blood! What's your type?

Nikolai: Smart, brunette, British, you-

Price: Your blood type, Nik.

Nikolai: Oh! Red.

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Nikolai: Sherlock is taking the day off so I'm gonna light something on fire.

Laswell: ...Why?

Nikolai: She's like 80% of my impulse control.

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Price: Naw, bitch. I'm not being petty.

Gaz: You just said, "naw, bitch."

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Roach: Okay, here are the ground rules: you can punch me, kick me, pull my hair. I am a-okay being stabbed. Biting and scratching are ON the table. You CAN use fire.

Soap: 😰 These are the ground rules? Is there anything off limits?

Sherlock and Gaz: 🤨🤨

Roach: Damn, man. You got something really sick you wanna do, huh?

Soap: What- Uh-

Roach: Oh, you little pervert. Alright, I like it. Don’t tell me. Surprise me. Ooh, this is gonna be fun!

Ghost: 🤦‍♂️

———

Sherlock: Did you just eat all of the powdered donuts?

Nikolai: …No.

Sherlock: Дядя, I can see the powder on your pants.

Nikolai, brushing off his pants: That’s cocaine.

(Дядя = Uncle in Russian)

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*Sherlock’s phone rings*

Sherlock: Sherlock’s authentic stolen military police badges. How can I help?

Gaz: Hey, it’s Garrick.

Sherlock: Oh, hey Kyle.

Gaz: Hey, do you carry a hairdryer in your purse?

Sherlock: Of course, I’m not an animal.

Gaz, on the other end: Told you! You owe me 20!

Farah: …

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*Graves escapes from the 141*

Price: This isn’t over! I will hunt you to the ends of the Earth!

Graves: I love you, too! 😘

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Ghost: All right, you’re clearly not listening to me. I can say whatever I want.

Price, paying attention to something else: Tell me about it.

Ghost: I murdered Johnny this weekend.

Price: I feel you.

Ghost: Now that I have the taste for blood, I can’t stop murdering.

Price: Been there.

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Gaz: Well, remember when you told me not to burn down the base?

Price: You burned down the base?

Gaz: No! I had the fire put out immediately. This is a success story.

Price: …

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Alejandro: I need some 141 drama, stat!

Ghost: I don’t think we’re that dramatic.

Alejandro: We’ve been gone for one week. Gaz and Sherlock are dating, and they’ve killed a person.

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Sherlock: This is where we came the night that I won our bet and you fell in love with me.

Gaz: Sherlock.

Sherlock: The night that you flirted with me for 20 seconds and I became obsessed with you forever.

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*preparing to infiltrate on a mission with Ghost zip lining through a window*

Soap, over the comms: Is the equipment secure?

Ghost: Check.

Soap: Weapon loaded?

Ghost: Check.

Soap: Did you have breakfast?

Ghost: What? That’s not on the checklist!

Soap: I added it because I care about you.

Ghost: No, I did not have breakfast.

Soap: Unacceptable! Look in your pocket.

*Ghost fumbles through his pockets until he finds a granola bar and unwraps it*

Ghost: Hey, there’s little chocolate chips in this.

Soap: Yeah, I’m not an idiot, I know how to trick my best friend into eating his fiber.

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I’m posting again! 🥳 Still working on the other fact drop, but I will post it ASAP. On a different note…

🎵Tomorrow, tomorrow! I’m 21, tomorrow! It’s only a day away!!! 🎵

[hesbuckcompton-baby]

I'm Your Man - Robert 'Rosie' Rosenthal x OFC - Chapter 18

Masterlist | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 |-| Chapter 19

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Summary: As the war comes to a close, the future is brought into focus.

Word Count: 3.6k

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Dear Mrs Higgins

Thank you so much for the tea set - Robert and I think it's lovely...

Frankie lifted an envelope to her mouth, running her tongue along the glue as she finished writing the latest in a long line of thank-you letters still in order from the wedding. The formal niceties felt foreign to her, even to write, and a pile of crumpled paper covered the floor by her bed where she had tossed away a litany of spelling mistakes. Rosie had offered his assistance many times, but with all the supply drops he'd been running, she had no desire to burden him with anything else.

Just as she finished signing the most recent letter, the door to the hut slammed open, making her jump and accidentally smudge the ink. "Oh, for fuck's sake, do you have to barge in here like the building's on bloody fire?"

"Frankie, turn the radio on," George huffed, striding towards her.

"Yeah, in a minute - I've got to rewrite this one now, so-"

"Now," She pressed, getting down on her knees to rummage beneath Frankie's bed. "Where is it?!"

"Over there on the window ledge," Frankie frowned, watching as George zipped across the room. "What's going on?"

"Churchill's making an announcement."

"Oh, shit-" She muttered, letter writing immediately forgotten as they fumbled to set up the radio, perched side by side on the edge of the bed as they listened closely. They had made it just in time, and as the familiar, slurring voice came echoing over the waves, a sense of importance seemed to settle over the room - one so potent that Frankie's whole body seemed clenched, her heart struggling to beat out its rhythm in time.

"Yesterday morning at 2.41am at General Eisenhower's headquarters, General Jodl, the representative of the German high command and of Grand Admiral Donitz, the designated head of the German state, signed the act of unconditional surrender of all German land, sea and air forces in Europe to the Allied expeditionary force, and simultaneously to the Soviet high command."

She felt George grab her hand. The words didn't quite seem real - how could they? Surely, they had been coming for a long time, and yet their arrival seemed so sudden, that it was as if Frankie were recalling a dream - peering through a veil into a fiction constructed by her subconscious, frozen in place as if any sudden movement might break the illusion.

She pressed her heels harder into the floor beneath her feet. It was solid. Real.

"Our dear Channel Islands will be free tomorrow. Hostilities will end officially ​at one minute after midnight tonight, Tuesday, the 8th of May, but in the interests of saving lives the ceasefire began yesterday to be sounded all along the fronts."

A bark of laughter escaped her, hand rising to clap over her mouth, suddenly embarrassed by the outburst despite being in the privacy of the hut, in the company of no one but her best friend. Beside her, George had begun to chuckle giddily, unable to wipe the grin from her cheeks.

"The German war is therefore at an end. After years of intense preparation Germany hurled herself on Poland at the beginning of September, 1939, and in pursuance of our guarantee to Poland and in common action with the French Republic, Great Britain, the British Empire and Commonwealth of Nations declared war against this foul aggression."

Blood rushed to her ears, the pounding in Frankie's chest so fierce that she almost struggled to hear the broadcast. Her lungs felt full to burst, pressing against her ribs so hard they could snap. Neither woman felt any need to listen further before collapsing into each other's arms, squeezing so forcefully that it hurt. But they didn't care.

There was no one else Frankie wanted to spend this moment with. Not Bucky, not Ken - not even her husband. There was no one she'd spent more of this war alongside than George - no one who had seen her at so many of her worst moments, no one who had brought her through them quite like she had.

This was the first instant they'd ever spent as friends during peacetime. And now they had to decide what that meant.

"I'm coming with you," George's voice came hoarse over her shoulder. "If you're going to New York, then so am I."

"What about Ev?" Frankie chuckled.

She felt her shrug. "He'll come if I tell him to."

Grinning, she held her even tighter. Weren't they all just following Rosie in the end?

"I need to find him," Frankie uttered.

George nodded. "Me too. Different him. Same sentiment."

They didn't let go for a long moment, breathing in synch. Maybe the war had brought them together, but peace was never going to tear them apart.

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An almighty swarm of airmen had gathered outside one of the huts by the time Frankie arrived, having jogged all the way from her own, and the moment she locked eyes on Rosie she was running. Even in the thick of the crowd, his gaze found her without even having to call out, shouldering his way through, beaming so widely that the cool air stung against his teeth. She let out something between a shriek and a whoop, hurling herself into his arms the moment they collided, feet swept off the ground as he spun her once, then twice in the air.

Neither needed to say the words 'it's over' - they knew the other knew, that was good enough. Besides, those words held far too much weight to deal with right now. Those words meant their time here was over - that the future was now.

As Frankie touched the ground again, Rosie's hands cupped her cheeks, littering her face with kisses as she guffawed with laughter. A few of the airmen nearby had taken to whooping and whistling at the sight, and she felt the blood rush to her face, tinting her cheeks a bright red. "Alright, alright," She chuckled, gently batting away his hands as she leaned forward to press a quick peck to his lips.

"Sorry fellas," Rosie called over his shoulder, gaze never leaving his wife for even a moment as he seized her hand, abandoning the makeshift celebration without hesitation.

"We didn't have to go," Frankie pointed out as they walked away, bumping against his side as her free hand wrapped around his arm.

"Well, I wanna celebrate with my wife."

"Oh-ho, say that again," She tittered.

"My wife," He grinned, pressing a firm kiss to her temple. "And when we get outta here I'm gonna buy you a house - hell, I'll buy you anything you want."

"Well, yeah, I'd hope so - we both know I married you for the money," Frankie teased as he ruffled her hair beneath his palm in silent reprisal. They were quiet for a moment until she spoke up again, serious this time. "Dad and the kids don't need me anymore. But... I really loved looking after those kids."

She could feel his stare, fixed on her as they walked. "You been thinking about what you said at the wedding?"

"About a baby? ...Yeah, kinda."

Nerves coloured his voice as he spoke again. "...And?"

Frankie shrugged. "Why not? Yeah."

It hadn't seemed possible that he could grin even wider, and yet somehow he managed it. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," She assured him, pulling him into her embrace as his eyes began to well up with tears. Chin tucked over his shoulder, she let herself begin to grin too. "Yeah, honey."

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George's hair blew this way and that as she walked, palms in an endless battle against the wind to smooth it back down again as she muttered to herself, scanning every group she passed for the face she was searching for. Come on Ev, where are you? Many of the men she worked alongside called out to her as she passed, but she was so focused on the task at hand that she offered nothing but the occasional wave, too distracted to properly reply.

"George!" A familiar voice called, an involuntary smile already creeping across her expression in anticipation before she had even pinned down where it was coming from. But then Blakely was hurrying towards her, engulfing her in an embrace so sudden that it was all she could do not to audibly groan. "Ah, I was lookin' for you."

"Hey!" George chirped, holding him tightly. "I was looking for you! I've got something to ask you."

He seemed to grow slightly tense at this. "Yeah, so do I."

Holding onto her cheery demeanour despite the shift in his, she pulled away. "Okay, you first."

Letting out a nervous chuckle, Everett shook his head. "No, no - after you."

"Okay... Look, it's just..." George took a deep breath, hands clasped tightly. "Frankie and Rosie are gonna go to New York together now that this whole thing is done, and I... I wanna go with her, Ev. She's my best friend."

A wave of relief seemed to wash over him as he began to smile. "You wanna go to New York?"

She shrugged. "Yeah."

Blakely began to laugh. "Babe, we can go to New York."

A grin started to crease at George's cheeks. "Really?"

"Yeah, of course," He beamed.

"Okay. Okay, yeah - now you go," She nodded, passing her weight impatiently from foot to foot.

Suddenly he was nervous again, glancing around at the huts and men around them as if self-conscious. "Alright..."

Her brow furrowed. "... You ok?"

"Yeah, yeah, just... didn't really plan on doing this here."

George's frown deepened, and Everett couldn't help but wonder how she hadn't caught on yet. "D'you wanna... go over there?"

"George," He laughed in exasperation, digging deep into his pocket as he shook his head. The faintest yelp of surprise escaped her as the diamond ring caught its first glint of sunlight, carefully unwrapped from the handkerchief that had protected it on the long journey from his mother's house.

"Oh, I'm a bloody idiot," She whispered. Raising both hands to cover her mouth, she let out a giddy laugh, beaming before he could even ask the question.

Blakely had begun to grin, pointing down at the ring in his palm as he waited for her to stand still. "Can I-?"

"Yes! Yes." George nodded firmly, planting both feet in the gravel below as she waited for him to ask the question.

"George Aarons," He started, suppressing a chuckle as he noticed the way she had begun to fidget impatiently. "Will you marry me?"

"Yes!" She cried, her answer tumbling forth so quickly that she almost cut him off completely, throwing herself into his arms as an elated laugh erupted from her throat. Arms wrapped securely around her back, he swept her off her feet for a moment before pulling away to plant a hard kiss against her lips, palms lifted to cup her jaw.

"I love you," George breathed as their lips separated, faces barely an inch apart.

Everett smiled, pressing his forehead against hers. "I love you too."

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Frankie practically screamed when she first caught sight of George, entering the party as it raged in the officers' club, new engagement ring sparkling on her finger. "Holy shit!" She yelped, practically hurling herself at her best friend as she hugged her. Chin tucked tightly in the crook of George's neck, she scanned the crowd for signs of Blakely, pointing a finger as he stopped in his tracks. "You!"

"Me?"

"Thank you for marrying the love of my life," Frankie nodded sagely, gesturing for him to come close so that she could pat him on the shoulder without leaving George.

His brow furrowed slightly. "... So Rosie would be-?"

"My husband. Duh."

"Of course."

Rosie had recognised her yelp from across the bar, burrowing his way through the crowds in search of Frankie. "Ah. Hey! Congratulations!" He grinned as he spied George's ring, giving Blakely an affectionate clap over the shoulder as they shook hands. "Mind if I steal my wife for this next dance?"

"Steal away," Frankie nodded, planting a forceful kiss on George's forehead as she retracted the hug, leaving a lipstick stain in her wake. As the couple weaved their way back through the crowd, Blakely let out a snort of laughter, wiping the stain away with the heel of his palm.

"Is she-?"

"Oh, really quite drunk, yeah," George affirmed.

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"I never got good at this, huh?" Frankie laughed, uttering a swift apology as she stepped on Rosie's toe. Again.

"Well, I don't think being good is really the point," He shrugged.

"In other words, you agree - I'm horrible at this."

"I didn't say that!"

Frankie gasped. "You're 'yes-dear'-ing me!"

Rosie's brow furrowed, somewhere between confused and entertained. "I don't even know what that means."

"It's when you just go along with whatever I say because I'm your wife and you don't want to have to tell me I'm an insane person to my face."

"Well, I like my crazy wife," He smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to her cheek as she hummed a chuckle. They continued to step side to side as the music continued its brisk pace, Frankie's expression twisting with embarrassment as she felt his toe beneath her foot once more, the sight of this making Rosie laugh. "We don't have to keep doing this," He offered between chortles.

"No, I'm gonna do it until I get it right, otherwise I'll get shown up every time we go out," She frowned.

"Then you've gotta do it properly," Rosie said, looking down at the floor as he nudged her feet apart with his own. "Feet like that - you step with this one, then bring them together..."

As he continued to explain, Frankie began to realise that she hadn't been listening to a word, too distracted by... well, him. It was still somewhat embarrassing to admit, but if she stared at him for too long everything else seemed to simply ebb away, his voice fading into background chitter as her gaze traced every subtle movement in his expression, her lip rising in a calm, gentle smile.

For so long, this place had gotten used to firing on all cylinders - always working, always preparing for the next thing - never hesitating, never still. But now? Now there was nothing ahead of her - no planes to prep, no mission to agonise over. She was Just Frankie and he was Just Rosie, and everything else was simply cast aside. It was rare she ever got a moment to simply stop and stare - to take in the man before her and simply bathe in the feeling of how wholly and utterly she adored him.

"No, you've- ...Honey, you've stopped moving."

His voice came into focus once more, and Frankie blinked away her stupor, shaking her head slightly. "... Right."

"You okay?" He asked, brow creasing as he tilted his head slightly, a loose curl tumbling free.

"Mhm," She nodded, reaching up without a second thought to brush it away, her warm fingertips still managing to leave a flush in their wake as they grazed against his skin. "Tired. Little too much whiskey. I'm still working my way through the thank-you letters from the wedding."

"Well, I'll help," Rosie shrugged.

"No, no, you're-" Busy with your missions. The words had nearly slipped out without a second thought. And as a grin began to make its way across his face, she knew he'd predicted them.

"No. I'm not."

"No you're not," Frankie repeated, beginning to mirror his smile. "God, we're about to have way too much free time."

"Well, I can think of a couple things to do," He smirked, making her snort with laughter.

"Shush. We'll do that later. I gotta find Bucky," She beamed, giving his arm a tug as she pulled out of his grip, squeezing his hand as she turned away.

Rosie's brow furrowed. "I thought we were dancing?"

"Later!"

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Flares illuminated the night sky as Bucky sat back in his seat, watching on idly from his perch up on the command tower. Back when this had all started, he would've been inside with the others without a moment's hesitation, drinking and singing and making merry like all the rest. But these last two years had changed him, and that tug in his chest that had once compelled him on nights like this had gone limp.

At least one thing had always stayed the same.

"You fellas need some more booze up there?"

His lip curled in an involuntary smile, craning forward in his seat to peer over the railing. Standing in the grass below, profile brightened in the flickering light of the flares, Frankie stared up at him, a bottle in each hand.

"Get up here, Bevan!" Gale called beside him, letting out that deep, hearty laugh of his. She flashed a grin, the thunder of footsteps rising towards them as she dashed up the stairs, occasionally stumbling from an overindulgence of alcohol.

"Figured you'd be all over your husband tonight, all things considered," Bucky teased, edging over to the edge of his seat so that she could perch beside him.

"He gets me every other day. You and me gotta catch up on lost time."

He smiled, slinging an arm around her shoulders as she popped the cork on the champagne she had stolen, letting out a yelp as bubbles flowed over the brim, covering her hands.

"Before we make any more of a mess, I'm gonna see if I can't find us some glasses," Gale chuckled, stepping around the small puddle of champagne that was forming as he made his way to the door. "You can have my seat, Frank."

"Thanks," She uttered, squeezing Bucky's hand with hers and leaving a sticky palm print behind as she slid off the edge of his chair, sinking into the other.

Left alone, the pair sank into quiet for a long moment, listening peacefully to the cheers and music that hummed steadily from further down the runway.

"How's it feel?" He asked after a while.

Frankie let out a huff of amusement. "Completely, utterly bizarre. I mean... everything in my life changed because of this war, and now it's just... over."

"Which is a good thing. Right?"

"Oh, of course, yunno... I lost family to this thing. Almost all the boys I grew up with are dead now. But then, almost all the best people in my life, I only met because of this war. Hell, I'm married now - I can't just go back to how it was before."

Bucky let out a long sigh, nodding along as she spoke. He stared at the floor for a while, before finally speaking up.

"Y'know... It's gonna sound stupid, but for a little while back then, at the beginning, I kinda thought you and me..."

"Yeah, I know," She nodded, a beat passing before she reached across to grab his hand, holding it in her lap.

They were silent for a moment, letting the weight of Bucky's confession rest between them.

"Your hands are really sticky."

"They are covered in champagne," Frankie snorted, letting out a cackle as Bucky wrestled his hand from her grip, wiping it clean against her skirt. "Oh, you bastard."

"That's what you get."

As their laughter trailed to a stop, she found herself sobering, taking a deep breath.

"Promise me you're not gonna be alone after this. Promise you'll call and visit and find a nice girl to marry, and you won't let yourself go home to an empty house forever."

A flicker of something like adoration crossed his expression.

"Promise."

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Gravel crunched beneath Frankie's feet as she finally returned to her hut, the energy that had carried her through the night steadily dwindling. Scrunching her eyes shut as she yawned, a frown began to crease her cheek as her vision readjusted, noticing the door to the hut as it gaped open, exposing the interior to the darkness.

Creeping up towards the entrance, brow furrowed, she tapped her knuckles gently against the doorframe, peering inside. There was only one light in the whole place, and in the warm glow, she could make out a familiar silhouette.

"... Honey?"

Rosie looked up from his spot on the edge of her bed, pen clasped between his fingers as he began to smile at her. "Hey, baby."

She let out a bemused chuckle, stepping inside. "... What're you doing?"

Shrugging, he raised one of the thank-you letters she'd been working on. "You said you needed help with 'em."

Frankie sighed, beaming as she came to stand in front of him. "I didn't mean right now. You should be at the party."

"Party got boring."

"It didn't sound boring."

"You weren't there."

The admission was so earnest that she swore something inside her melted, lifting both hands to loop around the back of his neck. Casting the cards aside, he stared up at her, arms draped around her waist.

"Now I am."

She pressed a long kiss to his scalp, cradling his head in her palms. Rosie let out a satisfied sigh, his thumb rubbing circles against her hip.

"Let's get outta here," He said.

Frankie's brow arched in amusement. "And go where?"

There was a glint in his eye. "Get us a room at the pub?"

"It'll be full by now."

"Well... I did call ahead."

She gasped teasingly. "Oh, you're good."

Rising to stand, he tugged one of her hands away from his neck, pressing a kiss to the back of her palm. He had that look in his eyes, the kind that made her cackle and go terribly red all at once.

"You have no idea."

[plussizefantasia]

Shady Side Gigs

Bucky x BlackCat!Reader

Chapter 3/6

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2

Word Count: 4.2k (oops)

Warnings: Sleazy Guys, Alcohol, Language

After a long day of work, it isn’t surprising that the two of you fall asleep relatively quickly after that, what you aren't expecting is to wake up the next morning wrapped in Bucky’s arms after having the most comfortable sleep you’ve ever had. 

His breath is soft on the back of your neck, and you can feel the steady rise and fall of his chest on your back. It’s soothing in a way and if you weren’t so mortified you could've fallen back asleep. You can’t let that happen though, so as slowly and carefully as possible you begin shifting out of Bucky’s hold. He doesn’t stir at all and when you are finally free from his hold and standing up next to the bed he takes a deep breath and rolls over.

You make a vow that you will never mention this again, not even on your deathbed will you admit that the best sleep you’ve ever gotten was in the arms of the man that you can’t stand.

You start pulling yourself together for the day, brushing your teeth and hair, and making sure that the dress you’re wearing tonight is hanging up in the bathroom. Hopefully, the steam from your shower will release any wrinkles that might be littering the fabric.

Taking a shower is always a refreshing thing, it's the one place you can really turn your thoughts off, just listen to music and focus on the feeling of the hot water running across your skin.

Bang. Bang. Bang. 

Bucky hammers his fist into the bathroom door. “Why the hell did you let me sleep so long!�� He yells through the door.

“What? I just got up like ten minutes ago I didn’t let you do shit.”

“Fuck!” he yells before the sound of his footsteps retreating from the door can be heard. 

You quickly finish up in the bathroom and rush out into the main part of the suite. 

Bucky is practically running around the room. Grabbing things from different surfaces and throwing them onto others, pulling his suit from his bag, and just genuinely panicking.

“What the hell is wrong? You’re acting insane.”

He stops and looks at you, “What time is it?” His voice is eerily calm despite the panic that he just displayed. 

“I don’t know like 10?”

He throws your phone into your hands, you catch it, just barely and glare at him. 

The screen lights up when you lift it to your face and the numbers on the lock screen register in your mind.

4:15

What.The.Fuck

How the hell did you and Bucky sleep the whole day away?

“Shit.” You let panic overtake your body and start running around the room with Bucky, maybe even a little crazier than him. It’ll take the two of you at least an hour to get ready to meet society's standards and another thirty minutes to get into town. By then you’ll be cutting it far too close and might lose your window of opportunity.

Fury will be pissed if you blow this, he trusts you and you can not-will not- let him down. 

“Why the hell would you turn off the alarms?” You screech at Bucky.

“Turn off what alarm? I didn’t turn off an alarm?!” 

“You didn’t set an alarm?!” 

“You didn’t set one either?!” 

“I was planning on staying up all night!”

“Well, that’s a stupid plan!”

“So is just raw-dogging it without an alarm!”

“Don’t use the word raw-dogging that’s gross!”

“There are more important things to worry about than my vernacular James!”

“Then why are you yelling at me instead of getting ready?”

“I don’t know!”

“I don’t know either!”

“Well then.” You both stop and stare at each other for a moment. You let out a laugh at the absurdity of the situation you’ve found yourself in. You shake your head at him and continue getting ready at a much more relaxed pace.

It doesn’t take you as long as you’d thought it would to get ready, you’ve done your hair makeup, and nails in record time and have your dress pulled up when Bucky walks into the bathroom behind you. 

“James? Can you zip me up please?” 

You nod your head to the zipper in the back of the dress. You have no idea why dressmakers insist on putting the start of the zip in the middle of the back so that you can’t reach it. 

“Uh, sure.” He hesitantly reaches towards the zipper and places his other hand gently on your waist. You feel his hand tracing up your spine and the goosebumps that follow along behind his hand.

He’s done all too soon but you don’t pull away from each other, instead you stare at each other in the mirror. You look good, really good. Your dress matches suits your body type and the color looks great on you. The way his suit fits him makes you want to drool a little but you refrain. You look good together, You don’t mind the way that thought makes your heart pick up either, the two of you… together.

“So, Debrah, are you ready to rock this thing?” His use of your cover name doesn’t go unnoticed, he’s purposely putting distance between the two of you. For the rest of the night, you are not Bucky and Y/n you are Debrah and Brantley, members of southern society and very wealthy and influential people.

“Of course Brantley, I’ve been lookin’ forward to this lil’ shindig for months now.” Your voice lifts an octave and you make the shift to a slower speech, dropping the last letter of some of your words and tightening the corner of your lips. It’s one of the easier accents for you to slip into, after all, people are charmed by Southern accents, which makes it easier to get people’s money when they’re being charmed.

You and Bucky take the car that was waiting for you out front to the event center which is in an offshoot of Montgomery proper, if you weren’t here on a mission you might’ve taken advantage of the nightlife here, but you suppose you’d have to settle for snobby rich people and orchestral covers of songs from when your parents were kids.

The fact that you had both slept in so late was biting you in the ass, despite your ability to get ready quickly you were still running fifteen minutes behind schedule and neither you nor the driver thought to take into account rush hour traffic into your departure time. 

It’s twenty after when the two of you finally arrive at the event center. It’s a posh place, marble columns surround the entrance and the lawn is trimmed and neat. There’s a fountain a few feet from the front door, encircled by the driveway of the building. It’s exactly the type of place that the Governor’s wife would choose, classy but in an in-your-face kinda way. 

Luckily the two of you aren’t too late as you can still see people getting out of their cars and making their way inside. Most likely all aiming for ‘fashionably late’ to draw attention to themselves, which doesn’t really work when everyone tries to do it. However, it works in your favor tonight, you want to draw some attention, but not too much. Too much attention makes stealing and conviving difficult, you’ve learned from experience. 

Bucky gets out of the car first, jogging briskly over to your door and opening it for you, offering his right hand to help you out of the car. You don’t mind gentleman Bucky, you think you’ll keep him around for a little while. He hooks your arm through his and sets off towards the front of the venue, both of you sporting charming smiles and holding your heads high.

You feel the eyes of everyone as you make your way into the room. It isn’t very often that new faces show up to these old money parties, so you and Bucky are clocked right away. 

“We’ll do one walk about the room with each other, schmooze a little bit and then we can split up.” You lean into Bucky and lower your voice to talk to him. You plaster a demure smile on your face as you do and batt your eyelashes at him when you pull away, playing your part to a tee. 

You have to introduce yourselves as a unit to the Governor and his wife, then you can split off and go about getting the information you need separately. It’ll pull too much attention if the two of you walk in together and then immediately split off and start scanning the place.

So you pull Bucky by the arm to the bar, “Jack and Coke please.” You tell and nod at the woman behind the bar, nudging your elbow into Bucky. 

“Uh, two fingers of Scotch, on the rocks please.” He also nods to her and places some cash in the tip jar at the end of the bar. The two of you pick up your drinks and saunter away from the bar. Both of you scan the room as subtly as you can, trying to get an eye on your target and establish any threats as soon as possible. 

It’s during your scan of the room that your eyes land on the Governor’s son, he's surrounded by other people his age. He’s telling a story, and by the laughter coming from the circle surrounding him, it's a good one. Either that or they’re pity laughs, a desperate attempt to win the favor of the host’s son.

You’d spent your entire day yesterday looking into this kid. Hunter Bowman: He graduated from the University of Alabama with a measly 2.3 GPA securing a Bachelor's in business that he’s never actually put to use. He immediately went off and started his jet-setting career using Daddy’s money, and has been bouncing between European cities for the last five years. A little more digging led you to a brief and failed attempt at a DJing career and some scandalous tabloid stories printed in Amsterdam about him getting cozy with some up-and-coming starlet who burned too bright too quickly and has since fizzled into obscurity.

 You also know that his favorite color is red, he orders black coffee to seem sophisticated but never finishes his cup, and despite the fact that he’s only been back in the States for a few days, he's already been charged with and been excused from a DUI. 

You know this kid better than you know yourself at this point, which is why you figure that he is the best point of access to Governor Bowman.

“Okay, here's the plan. You and I go get introduced to Governor Bowman and his wife, after that we split ways. I'll go get close to the kid, he's reckless and kind of an idiot and I’ll bet he knows more than he should.”

“And what should I do?”

“Go stand in the corner and look menacing I guess, it’s kind of what you do.”

“I can do that.” He nods at you and knocks back the rest of his drink. You don’t think he can get drunk, something about an extremely fast metabolism. What you wouldn’t do for one of those.

Bucky places his empty glass on a passing waiter’s tray and turns to you. “M’lady,” He says, offering you his arm.

You barely avoid letting out an extremely unladylike snort, “All you're missing is the fedora Buck and you could be a true gentleman.”

“Why would having a fedora make me a gentleman?” He tilts his head to the side like an adorable puppy and you can feel the urge to kiss him bubbling up in you.

What. Kiss him? You don’t want to kiss Bucky Barnes, you want to finish this mission and then never have to think about him and his soft hair and warm embrace or cute smile ever again. 

“Never mind B, let's just go and introduce ourselves.” Bucky practically lights up at the new nickname.

“After you.” He gestures forward.

You tuck your hand into the crook of his arm and firmly grasp your clutch in the other. Bucky seems to know where to take you, as moments later the two of you are standing in front of the hosts of his whole shebang.

“Governor Bowman, Mrs. Bowman I’m Debrah Longborne, and this is Brantley Moore, we’re so grateful for the invitation.” You reach your hand out and the Governor takes it, before moving on to shake Buck’s outstretched hand as well.

“Ah, Ms. Longborne, it’s nice to finally meet you, it’s not every day that I get such a generous donation to the foundation.” Mrs. Bowman smiles at you and briefly looks you up and down. 

“Yes well, I figure why let that money sit in some account somewhere when it could be doing some good for other people.” You smile and put an emphasis on the word account. Rich people like the Bowmans don’t care about others they just want the tax ride off that came with having a charity. You can’t pass up on the opportunity to make the jibe, after all, it’s her husband you have to charm, not her.

“How… insightful Ms. Longborne. Well. We do have more people to speak to tonight, but really, it was such a pleasure meetin’ the two of you.” She smiles, a little tenser this time, and moves to pull her husband away, yelling out the name of some other couple standing a few feet away from you. She doesn’t like you, that much is obvious. You don’t like her either, guess you’re even.

“What a bitch.” Bucky says, unprompted and deadpan. You laugh at that and smack his chest with the clutch in your hand, covering your mouth to dull the loud noise. 

“Most powerful women down here are like that, they’re pretty damn cutthroat and protective of whatever little empire they’ve built. But that was the worst part of tonight. She’s met us now she doesn’t need to speak to us again for the rest of the night, and judging by how fast she wrapped up the conversation I’d say she’s pretty grateful for that fact. And I won’t lie, I am too.” 

You take a look around, trying to spot Hunter, and lo and behold he’s alone, standing at the bar, “He’s my chance, wish me luck.” You throw over your shoulder at Bucky before making your way to your key player of the evening. 

You conveniently don’t hear Bucky’s whispered response of, “You don’t need luck, you’re you.” Which is honestly a good thing because if you had you’d be a puddle on the ground. And puddles can’t finish missions. 

“Hunter Bowman, is that you?” You really lay it on think but you need this boy in your pocket and this is the best way to make that happen. “It’s me Debrah, Debrah Longborne from College?” He, like his mother, looks you up and down. His look is more curious than hers was and if your eyes aren’t deceiving you, his gaze is a hell of a lot more heated than hers was too. 

“I’m sorry sweetheart, I don’t seem to remember you. Which is a mighty shame, me forgetting such a pretty face like yours.”

You lean your head down and away from him a blatant act of submission, you push up your cheeks and let a demure smile take over your lips.

“Aren’t you sweet? We only had one class together, makes sense you don’t remember me, you were always the life of the party.”

“Still, let me buy you a drink, to make it up to you.” He licks his lips and leans into your space looking down at you. This is going to be easier than you thought. He’s practically eating out your had already.

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Bucky’s blood is like fire in his veins. 

Bucky is doing as you told him, taking up space in a corner, nursing a new drink, and looking menacing. Except he isn’t actually trying to look menacing at all, it’s just the way his face naturally seems to default. It doesn’t help that he’s being forced to watch you and the rich kid hit it off over at the bar. It’s been hard enough for him to not just stare at you all night, looking the way you are.

The little amount of time you’d had to get ready did not diminish the quality of your look, actually, he thought that the way your cheeks had heated up when you’d gotten frazzled was one of the cutest things he’d ever seen. He always thought you were cute, you yelling at him about setting an alarm was not an exception.

Then you’d called him into the bathroom to help you zip up your dress and he’d had to fight off every one of his instincts to rip it off you instead. You look killer in the red silk gown. It flows perfectly across your body and hugs everywhere that he wants to hug as well. 

And yet, here he was, sitting in the corner watching you flirt and be flirted on by some entitled rich kid who had probably never worked a day in his life. 

Bucky has no right to feel jealous, you aren’t his. But by God does he really, really want you to be.

He’s supposed to be assessing the room for threats, maybe trying to get closer to the Governor himself to get the information the two of you needed, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the two of you. Nor could he help the way his blood boiled when the bastard put his hand on your waist.

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“No way, there’s no way that he actually said that to you?” You added laughter into your voice and ran your hand up and down Hunter’s arm, looking into his eyes. 

“I’m tellin’ ya darlin’ he did. He really told me that I couldn’t handle my alcohol.”

“And did you prove him wrong?” 

“Course’ I did, I mopped the floor with his pompous ass.”

“Wow, you have so many amazing stories Hunter, it must’ve been really fun being away for all that time.” His stories suck. This is quite possibly the most boring man you’ve ever met. 

“You could say that, but I’ve had my fun I think. That’s why I’m back in the States. I’m ready to get serious, to settle down.” He places his hand on your waist at the last two words. 

Had you been anyone other than Debrah Longbornw you would’ve punched his light out at the audacity. Instead, you just laugh and bashfully look away again, fluttering your eyelashes. 

“Get serious huh? Finally gonna put that business degree to use?”

“Maybe, or maybe I’ll follow down my Old Man’s footprints, being a politician seems to be a pretty sweet gig.”

“I mean it can be I guess, but he probably doesn't have much fun. Me on the other hand, I have a lot of fun. And I make a lot of money doing it.” You’ve found that that’s a good way to get rich kids hooked, they like the idea of being rich but hate the idea of actually working for it.  

“Oh, I think Pops has more fun than people would think. And his little side venture, that makes a whole hell of a lot more money than he makes nine to five” Hunter sips into his glass and lets out a little laugh like he just told the greatest joke. 

“Oh, well. A venture like that, I wouldn’t mind getting in on.” You chuckle and raise your brow. You don’t know what this venture is but you’re almost positive that it’s something shady, the Governor hasn’t reported any excess income on his taxes in the past five years. So whatever it was, he doesn’t want anyone looking too closely at it. 

Hunter gets all serious really quickly, “Are you sure? Because he told me he’s looking at branching out, investor-wise, looking to open up the circle and make even bigger returns. I could put in a good word for you, and who knows? We might end up working pretty close to each other.” By the end of his proposal, his flirty smile is back and he has moved his hand from your waist to your back. He pulls you towards his chest and leans his head close to your ear. “Just say the word sugar, and you and I, we could do great things.”

This was it, this was fucking it. This was your in and all it took was buttering up the most mediocre white man you’ve ever had the displeasure of standing this close to.

“I mean, I have been looking to… diversify… my assets recently. Do you think He’d go for it? I’d love the chance to work more… intimately with you.”

“No better time than the present to ask. Lemme go grab him and we can talk this out.” Hunter took off and you did an internal happy dance, this had probably been the easiest mission you’ve been on. 

You turn and scan the crowd for your broody backup, when you spot him in the corner you make eye contact with him and brush your hair behind your ear, letting him get a glimpse at the comm you put in.

Once you notice him slip his into his ear you let him know, “I’ve got him hooked, apparently the governor has a little side gig, something that brings in heaps of cash that he doesn’t want anyone to look too closely at. However, Mr. Big Shot over here says he’s looking for more investors, that's my shot. Once I get the governor to explain the details and try to make a deal with me, we’ll have all the evidence we need to expose his backroom dealings.”

“So you were actually getting information that whole time? Here I thought you were just fawning at the first guy to give you attention.” Bucky’s gruff voice sounded through your earpiece.

“The fuck Barnes? Of course, I was getting information what the hell kind of a thing to say is that?”

“A stupid one. I’m sorry.”

“Fucking better be, that was some A-grade douchebag shit that just came out of your mouth right there.”

“Sweetcheeks, have you met my Dad yet?” Hunter returns quicker than you’d thought we would, his father in tow.’

“Yes, we met tonight. Might I say, you’ve got yourself a fine boy on your hands, and an excellent salesman at that. He tells me you’re looking for a little help expanding a little venture of yours. That’s definitely something I’d be interested in.” You shake the governor’s hand again and smile prettily at both him and his son. The more you bat your eyelashes the more they seem to practically preen. 

“Well Ms. Longborne, I’d love to discuss that with you, why don’t we go somewhere a little more private? I don’t really like conducting business out here in the open, I’m sure you understand.”

“Of course. Mr. Governor, lead the way.”

The old man places a hand on your back and begins escorting you to the hallway on the left side of the ballroom. According to the building blueprints, there are some offices down that way along with a library and a ‘gentleman’s room’.

You catch Bucky’s figure out of the corner of your eyes, following behind your little group and you relax minutely. He’s got you, he won’t let anything bad happen to you. 

The Bowmans lead you to the library, a room stuffed full of old texts, and leatherbound volumes without the titles on the spines. The room also holds two couches that you might find at your grandma’s house and a fully stocked bar cart in the corner of the room. 

“Drink?” The governor asks.

“Whiskey, neat. Please.”

“How refreshing, a woman who knows how to drink.” He hands you your glass and you take a sip and smirk at him. 

“So, Mr. Governor, what exactly is the venture that I’d be getting involved in?” 

“Woah, let’s slow down. Can’t exactly talk business without the boss in the room can we?” The men chuckle, eerily similar to each other.

“Oh? Who are we waiting for then?” You’re confused and a little nervous, you’ve never been the best at thinking on your feet. You know that you can deal with the governor and his Son, but a third person throws a wrench into every plan and backup plan that you’d come up with.

At that moment the door creaks open and a familiar face walks in. 

“Ah, the boss! Guess we can get this discussion started.” the governor shifts across the room. Pulling his wife in close and planting a kiss on her cheek. 

Shit.

[bradshawssugarbaby]

Timeless - Bob Floyd x Reader

A/N: Literally my first attempt at a fic in forever so bare with me, but I had this idea and I couldn't not do it. Also definitely inspired by Timeless by Taylor Swift in a way so don't mind me.

pairing: Lt. Robert Floyd x reader

warnings/content: no warnings, extra cute Bob. mutual pining. lots of fluff. mild angst if you squint.

word count: 2.6k

The cool, crisp November air tickled the back of your neck as you walked down the street, orange, red and yellow leaves peppering the sidewalks, the smells of autumn air filling your nose. You frowned as you zipped your jacket up further to cover you better, the breeze sending a shiver down you. The streets were buzzing with people out and about to finish their preparations for Thanksgiving. It was still a week or so away, but, no one leaves anything to the last minute around here, especially not when it comes to homemade pies and cornbread dressing. The smell of fresh brewing coffee swirled around you as you made your way closer to your favourite local bake shop, enveloping your senses as you walked. You stopped as something - someone caught your eye. You froze in your steps as you peered in the window of the bakery, and you almost gasped in surprise at who you saw standing in line to order. A tall man, with neatly styled dark blonde hair, wire framed glasses, and the most stunning blue eyes you’d ever seen - it had to be him.

Suddenly, he turned and saw you, a large smile on his face as he waved, as if he’d just seen his long lost best friend. In a way, he had. 

Robert Floyd had been your neighbour growing up, his house was two doors down from your parents - a pretty Victorian-Queen Anne style home that sat on the corner of the street. His mother had always kept her garden looking immaculate, like something out of a home and garden magazine. He was the youngest of three kids, with an older brother and older sister who were both outgoing and popular in school - Robert had always been shy and more reserved than his siblings. 

You moved in when you were 6, just getting ready to start the school year in a new town, terrified of your own shadow. The first thing you noticed when you’d moved in, was the Floyd house and its picturesque landscape. That, and the adorable boy around your own age who’d been playing out front, and waved shyly when he saw you through the back window of your parents’ car as you drove past. For the next 12 years, you and Robert Floyd, or Bobby as you’d always called him, had been best friends - practically inseparable friends, in fact. You did everything together possible. From bike rides to church on Sundays to trick-or-treating to sports teams, everything you could do together, you did. It was as though you couldn’t function as a child without Bobby by your side, and vice versa. 

That all changed when Bobby decided to enter the Navy when he turned 18. It was the first time you wouldn’t be going to school together, and the first time since you’d met that he couldn’t be by your side if you needed him. He was leaving you, and you couldn’t help but feel some resentment towards him for it. You’d wanted to tell him the day you graduated high school that you loved him, you’d wanted to beg him to stay or take you with him wherever he was heading, but for whatever reason, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Something inside you had told you that it was futile - he’d always wanted to join the military, since the day you met him, and when you were 10 and he’d joined a Navy League Cadet Corps group, it was like fate had decided what he was going to do in life right then and there. You knew that no amount of love in the world shared between you two would have stopped him, and you also knew that he’d never let you give up on your own aspirations to follow him wherever he went. 

As you walked into the coffee shop, you were captivated by the smell of freshly baked pastries and roasted coffee beans, but everything around you seemed to freeze when you saw him in person - as if the whole world came to a complete standstill at that moment. God, you missed him. You didn’t even realize just how much you’d missed him over the last decade or so it’d been since you’d graduated. He rarely came back to South Carolina for visits, and you hadn’t exactly spent a ton of time in your hometown since college either, but in this moment, it was as if fate had decided again - you needed one another. 

“Kristen? Kristen Taylor, is that you?” His voice sounded the exact same, as if nothing had changed about him in the last 10 or so years. In fact, he even looked the same as he had when you’d graduated high school, even the frames of his glasses had remained the same. 

“Bobby? Wow, it’s been years! It’s so nice to see you,” You smiled fondly as he gently placed one of his large, firm hands on your arm, as if he wasn’t sure a hug was appropriate after so long.

“It’s been too long. Do you have a moment? We could sit and catch up for a few minutes, if you want to? I feel like we lost touch for some reason when I shipped out to training, and I feel like I missed a lot.” He nods sheepishly, almost as if he’s making an admission of guilt. 

“I think I can spare a few minutes,” You nod slowly, smiling as you met his deep blue eyes, “I’m home visiting from New York and just wanted to take it all in, you know? I don’t really have an agenda for today.”

“Perfect,” Robert nods his head as he points to an empty booth by the window, “I’ll wait here for you while you order.”

A few moments later, coffee in hand, you’re sitting opposite him just like you’d done so many times in this very coffee shop when you were teenagers, sipping sweet teas together while sharing a freshly baked cookie or two. He smiled as he set his coffee down and laughed softly, shaking his head as he spoke.

“What have you been up to? You said you’ve been in New York? Like the city? That’s awesome,” He appears completely invested in hearing everything you’ve been up to since he last saw you. 

“Well,” you began to unravel your recent past to him, or as much as you felt comfortable disclosing. You weren’t quite ready to share how you’d had failed relationship after failed relationship since you turned 18, unable to find any man who could compare to him or his sweet demeanor. You didn’t want to tell him that your last relationship ended mercifully as you prepared to walk down the aisle with your ex, and how you got cold feet a few months before the plans were finalized, but didn’t know why that was until today. You had told your ex you just weren’t ready - which wasn’t entirely untrue, but until Bob reentered your life a few minutes ago, it hadn’t dawned on you why you weren’t ready. In reality, it was because no one could ever be Bob. No one could ever give you butterflies like he had, or make you blush when he kissed you on the cheek after asking you to dance at homecoming when you were 15, or hold your hand so protectively as you said goodbye to him when he left for California. 

Instead, you told him how you’d gone to NYU for journalism, how you’d entered the field and loved it instantly, how writing was your passion and you loved it so, and you told him how you’d landed the ideal position, working for a major news network writing copy and scripts for the on-air hosts to read off of, working your way up the corporate food chain to make yourself a producer. You told Bob how New York winters were biting cold at times, but how the freshly fallen snow was almost romantic, and how the sight of Central Park at Christmas was stunning, no movie could do it justice. You told him how you adored the way New York had become like a second home to you, how you felt like you’d found the perfect place for you to thrive, something you’d always struggled with growing up in a small town in the south. 

Robert nodded his head as you spoke, showing deep interest in your every word and thought as you spoke. He never took his gaze away from you and never once appeared bored or as though his mind was elsewhere as you spoke - he was complete invested and hung up on your every word. When you finished, he smiled and sipped his coffee before leaning back slightly in the booth, his eyes widening slightly, the way they often had when you were growing up and he’d been impressed by something he’d read or seen. 

“Wow, you’ve done pretty well for yourself then, I’d say.” He laughs softly, “I haven’t been up to nearly as much, just different tours of duty with the navy, I became a Lieutenant, and became a Naval Weapons Systems Officer, graduated from the Top Gun program, where the top like, 1% of all pilots get called up to. I then joined a task force and did a few more missions with them. I’m still on that task force, but I applied for a leave because it’s been so long since I’ve been home and I haven’t taken a leave in probably,” Robert hums for a moment as he thinks, his cheeks turning red as he speaks, “Honestly? Probably four years. My parents and siblings usually either come to me in California, or I go to my brother’s house in Texas. I don’t often need to come here, but this year my mama wanted to host Thanksgiving, so I opted to come home.”

You noticed that, as Robert spoke, he couldn’t help but keep his focus entirely on you. It was like he was studying your every feature, in case he never got to see them again. The look in his eyes suggested that he never wanted to forget anything about you, as if he was scared that if he didn’t analyze every freckle, every hair on your head and every word that escaped your lips, he’d lose you. Like you’d fade away again, into nothing more than a distant memory. His cheeks continued to blush as he realized he’d been staring at you for longer than he had intended. He shook his head and let out another laugh, this one sounding strained, as if he was trying to cover up any awkwardness that may have arisen because of him. 

“You know, I really am glad we ran into each other again,” he nodded slowly. “You know, you’re still the only person who calls me Bobby. Nowadays, I’m always Bob or Robert, if you’re my parents,” he smiles fondly as he mentions the nickname you’ve called him since the day you met him. You decided that hot August afternoon that Bobby just suited him better. He agreed, and despite his mother’s protests that his name was Robert - it stuck. He was always Bobby to you, and he always would be. 

“Is that so? No other girls have thought to nickname you Bobby as a pet name?” You laughed as you raised an eyebrow before sipping your coffee. You found it hard to believe that he’d never found anyone else. A man as loving and affectionate as Bobby wasn’t something you found every day, you’d learned. In the past decade, you hadn’t managed to do it, despite your best efforts. 

You’d never found a man who matched him perfectly - his sweet personality, his soft spoken nature, his deep baritone voice, his laugh, the way he always protected you fiercely, but yet, always encouraged you to do whatever made you happy, and whatever you felt was best. You’d never met someone who’d rather die for you than ever see you upset. You’d yet to meet another man who’d wiped your tears when you were heartbroken or cuddle up and watch your favourite movie with you over and over again until you smiled when you were having a bad day, or meet another man who made your mother comment with, “Kristen, boys like him don’t come around too often.”. Bobby would always and forever be the only man who could meet all those expectations. 

You knew it was unfair of you, and until today, you didn’t even know why you were doing it, but no man could ever be Bobby. You’d rather spend the rest of your life alone than with anyone who wasn’t him, you’d come to notice. You just prayed he felt the same way, or that you at least could convince him that he did before he went back to California, whenever that was. 

“Nah, come on now, Krissy,” he chuckled as he used his nickname he’d always reserved for you growing up, “You know I’d never meet another girl who I’d let call me that. We could have been apart for 40 years instead of 10, and I still wouldn’t have let anyone else call me Bobby. That’s always been your thing for me. It wouldn’t feel right if someone else called me that, you know?”

“I do. I feel the same about being called Krissy. I don’t think anyone’s called me that since you left,” you nodded slowly as you let out a soft sigh, looking down at the now empty coffee cup on the table in front of you. 

“Krissy?” He said softly, his hand reaching across the table to touch yours ever so gently.  

“Mhmm?” You hummed, not wanting to meet his gaze out of fear that one look at him right now would make you crumble and burst into hysterical tears. 

“You know, I’ve really enjoyed seeing you. Do you think we could see each other again before I go back to base? I leave on Monday, I’m only here for 5 days, unfortunately,” he said quietly, gently holding your hand across the table. You can sense he has more he wants to say, but it’s like he’s struggling to get the words out.

“I think we can make that work, maybe after Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow, we could go for a walk? Our folks still live two houses away from one another, so it’s not like we’ll be too far away from each other for the next few days. It’ll be just like old times.” You confirm, nodding your head reassuringly, trying not to seem too eager or excited at the prospect of seeing him every day for the next five days. 

“Sounds good,” Robert smiled warmly as he stood up from the booth, looking down at you with an excited happiness about him, “I’ll come knock on your door after dinner tomorrow then, we can go for a walk like we used to as kids, just enjoy being outside and all that.”

“I’ll hold you to it,” you laugh as you shake your head, standing from your seat. 

You smiled softly to yourself as you watched Robert head outside, walking down the street past the window of the coffee shop, his navy quarter zip sweater and dark wash denim jeans suiting him perfectly. You bit your lip to hold back a grin as he walked away. You had five days to work up the courage to tell him how you felt. Five short days. You weren’t sure how you were going to do it, but you were certain about one thing - Bob wasn’t leaving South Carolina without you this time.