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kaedeakeshisworld · 2 years

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Utopian dawn

Cw: masturbation (male doing it), food play, praise kink, reader-chan a certified freak and I love it (not me getting carried away) ,title use like ma'am good boy reader san is a vixen, blow job, fluff so much fluff that it hurts my soul, Leonard doesn’t skip his meals (you included 😜), reader-chan’s friends are so cool, reader-chan is sneaky

Pet names such as honey, baby, dear, precious, vixen, my dirty girl and sweetie

wc: 4987

cs: I forgot about this series sorry for those who were waiting for it. Here it is!

gist: A blissful morning with her man seems like a dream come true but for how long?

Leonard took you to his place. He really took care of you as if you were made of crystal. It was not the first time he was acquainted with women that rocked their natural hair, so he had exactly what you needed. He carried you all the way back from the car up to his penthouse. After taking off your heels, your dress, your jewellery and dressing in silk pyjamas, you were put in a guest room and the final detail he added to your look was a satin bonnet. This man knows that item literally saves your hair!

Now, his night routine was much needed specifically after what happened in the backseat. Walking with an erection all the while trying to hide it is somewhat of a difficult task but he nailed it thanks to you. It was painful and he has to give into this one urge. He wants to take his time with you, watch you come undone under his touch, be the only one that makes you feel that way. He is a patient man so he will get what he desires. He went to the bathroom, discarded all of his clothes and admired his adonis-like body on that full length mirror he strategically placed in that room. He hopped in the shower making sure that he wouldn’t wet his hair. When he started washing his body suddenly all of his thoughts revolved around you, your sun kissed skin, your soft lips, how sweet you tasted and one thing led to another he started wanking to the thought of you. He just had to find his lube bottle he kept hidden for when things got a bit too hectic for his own taste. He reaches for the top place where he keeps all hair products he does not use very often and there it is. He squeezes out of the bottle an adequate amount of lube and works it on his shaft.

He somehow forgot how good it felt to masturbate but he also is a man that tends to enjoy having sex more than he appreciates solo sessions. Since it’s been quite some time, he leans on the wall. He knows that orgasms are intense and he is not risking falling in the bathtub because he was getting off! He doesn’t really moan that much, he’s trying to keep quiet. The bathroom is awfully close to the guest room where y/n is sleeping, if he slips up she could use it against him. He was so close to his orgasm and with one final stroke he came with an inaudible cry. He didn’t last that long either and it made him question what was wrong with him. Never in his whole life had he come that fast, that was the first time. Well, it was probably because he hasn’t been as sexually active as he used to due to his priorities. He put on lotion on his body, a lounging robe and headed to the kitchen to make dinner. Today instead of cooking, he decided to settle for one of those microwavable dinners because he was a little spent from earlier. After eating, he read a little before going to bed. Before he decided to go to his room, he checked up on you to see if you were still asleep.

You slept fairly well but because your body was already used to waking up quite early you were up at 4 am. So you got up and you were a little bit astounded by your surroundings. You got up from the bed, sat on it. You’re not in your room, yes you dozed off when you were in Leo’s car and the obvious place it took you to is his, right. You’re currently wearing sleeping clothes, the dress you wore yesterday is on a chair, your shoes near the door and your bag is on top of the vanity. You stand up, walk towards that vanity and you also see that your earrings are on that table. Leo is a man that pays attention to detail, it makes you smile. You quietly stepped out of the room towards the kitchen because you needed some water in your system. Eventually, you did go through the whole place you are currently at and the last room left to check is where Leonard is deep asleep. You go there and surprisingly the door is not locked nor closed so you open it carefully and there he is, peacefully sleeping. He does look ethereal like this too, he’s shirtless and he is also wearing a satin bonnet. Ah, this man truly does know how to take care of his hair. As you’re observing him from a reasonable distance you start feeling a little bit needy and you would really like to be sleeping in his arms in the very same bed. But waking him up from his sleep wouldn’t be that nice of you, would it? So you leave his room cautiously and go back to your bed. You try to go back to sleep because there is still time before the sunrise.

Morning

A delicious smell tickles your nose waking you up but your stomach also lets you know it needs to be fed. He is probably making breakfast, you think. You get out of the bed and head directly to the bathroom located in the room. You get ready to meet your boo in the kitchen and there is also some perfume that is exactly the one you wore. You found body lotion bottles in the bathroom and you use those for your body. After leaving it to dry a little, you put on your underwear and do a little bit of active stretching to get your blood flowing. It lasts for five minutes. You put on a short olive body con dress that surprisingly fits you and you head towards the kitchen. There is your man ( finally saying it out loud, lord have mercy!! )

shirtless, in an apron with grey sweatpants ( this dude knows exactly what he is doing ). He also has a messy man bun, he is definitely a snack right now. You’re so happy that he is not only your sugar daddy but also your man, you’re smiling like an idiot just watching him doing his thing. So you go, hug him from behind which earns you a chuckle from this huge man.

“Ah honey, you’re already awake? Here I thought I could honour you with breakfast in bed! It will be for another time, okay?”

“It’s fine, there will be other occasions for you to do that!”

You kiss his back, this results in an inaudible noise from him and you leave him there. He follows up from that with “It will be ready in a few minutes, just sit at the table.”

From what you felt and heard, he visibly has a sensitive back to react like that. You will use that to your advantage. You leave him behind the stove where he is finishing that task and sit down on the table that is already set. The only thing missing from it is food. He did say it wouldn’t take long. You patiently wait for him to serve the second meal you’re sharing with him, this is his third one with you. ( 😉)

He serves breakfast and what he cooked looks really good. There’s salmon, spinach, two bread slices, a bowl of fruit salad, black coffee and homemade orange juice to start the day and yes he did cook all of this with spices (folks that don’t cook with spices I’m looking right at you 🤨 ). You’re greedily eyeing all of this good stuff, you can’t wait to taste this! Your stomach is also showing its impatience.

“Do you like it?”

“Yes, it’s appetising to get this much food early. I don’t cook for myself in the morning because I’m often running late but if it’s you doing it for me, I could get used to it!” and you wink at him. He exclaims “I am flattered to hear such compliments from you. It is my pleasure!”

You finished your meal and there you had a great idea to thank him for what he prepared. It was genuinely tasty and for you a simple thank you did not seem enough. So, you get up from the table and head towards the refrigerator. You open it, seeing a few contents and there is a spray whipped cream can. You take it out of the fridge, put it on the table and this draws attention from Leonard.

He declares “What is that for? Do you need something sweet? Would you like me to cook it for you, sweetie?”

You answer “Don’t worry about me, you don’t need to prepare food for me yet. I was wondering if you had maple syrup and where could it be?”

He adds “Ahh, you have a sweet tooth like that I’ll make some dessert later. Maple syrup is in the kitchen cabinet near the fridge above the kitchen aid appliance.”

Finally, you have both ingredients that you need to thank him now you need to muster up a little bit of courage to do it. You let him finish his meal and then you start walking slowly towards him. He isn’t a dim person, he already picked up on something you want to tell him but he will let you do it with a lil’ help maybe. “Baby”, he says “is there something bothering you? Can I help you out with it?” he expresses. You respond “I would like to thank you for everything you have done so far. I am not used to being treated like this but I think that I am a lucky girl.” He smiles, gosh you can’t believe this dude is your man!?! Sometimes, you deadass gotta do a reality check to see if you’re not daydreaming. But you’re spacing out again, huh. “Precious”, he discloses “ I am highly pleased to be able to make you feel this way. It makes me proud to hear you’re being treated like the queen you are. And” he makes you sit on his lap “What is your way of thanking me because it sounds like you want to do something else than just saying it, my dirty girl!” he declares.

He has a point you do want to suck him off. He's been such a gentleman and he also hasn't gotten off in that way. You're going to make him lose his shit for this. You look at him and say “This Time” while kissing his neck “let me take care of you, just sit black relax and let me do the work.” He responds “Okay ma'am, your wish is my command!” You start with a slow trail of kisses from his face to his neck then insisting on his collarbone. He's not making much noise yet but you know he will later 🤫. You sit yourself right on top of his manhood and let him rest his hands on your waist. Sometimes, his hands do grip your backside a bit harder specifically when you are french kissing him. It's messy, needy, carnal and not enough because you still want more. You're so turned on that you start dry humping his visible bulge and it does feel extremely good but it isn't what you want to do. You stop rocking your hips back and forth on top of him and he also is a little disappointed by the sudden pause. “Why did you cease to move?” He says. You reassure him “Well it is now that I am going to properly thank you.” He is perpexled, he doesn't know what you mean but when you get on your knees in front of his crotch he does get what is going to happen. “Do I deserve this?” He questions. You tell him “You do and so much more but let me do this for the moment” You get really close to his manhood and pull down his grey sweatpants with his help. He's not huge, he's got a good girth, curve and you're pretty sure he knows how to work it. Hair down there is trimmed hum bonus point. And it looks ✨ so beautiful✨. You start slow with his semi hard dick in your hand, you pump it a few times all the while making eye contact. There is a light blush on his cheeks and his breathing has quickened but he looks delightful as always.

Come on I can do this, you tell yourself as you mentally prepare to engulf his shaft in your warm cavern. You have maple syrup and a can of spray whipped cream to help you blow his mind. First, you lick his sensitive head a few times whilst stroking his length as you eagerly watch his reaction. His eyes are closed for the moment but he is biting his lip, that’s a good sign. You keep going for a few minutes, he eventually opens his eyes and his pupils are blown wide. It’s a little scary at first but it probably is the effect arousal has upon his body. You smile and ask him

“Is everything okay?”

He hasn’t answered yet, is he doing well? You feel concerned, should you maybe stop what you’re doing? Then, you hear him utter

“Ffu-ck, don’t stop, it feels so good”.

Hmm, you have an articulate response about how you’re making him feel. Now onto the real deal, you massage his balls while keeping the same ministrations from earlier and you demand the following

“Honey, close your eyes.”

He replies “I will dear” And there you have now you can ultimately put your wicked plan to execution. You let go of his penis and grab the maple syrup bottle, uncap it and drizzle a little over his manhood. You don’t miss the hitch in his breath as well as the question that follows up “What was that?” he questions. You simply tell him “That’s part of my surprise for you now, wouldn’t you be a big boy and stop questioning me, huh?” to which he whispers a “ Yes ma’am.”

“Good boy”

This praise goes straight to his cock. You lick his tip slowly, circle it with your tongue. It’s going better than you had anticipated it. You gradually take him into your mouth, bobbing your head back and forth all the while you keep eye contact with him. He’s enjoying it so much, you also noticed that he is trying so hard not to thrust into your mouth. His fists are clenched, his heavy pants, you hear him say “Damn it, if you keep that up I will come.” in between his heaved breaths. It overwhelms you a little because now you grasp how much his voice affects you. Your underwear is soaked, you know that as soon as he comes you’ll have to excuse yourself to tend to your needs. You grab the spray can and shake it before you use it.

“Honey, you can now open your eyes.”

He has his eyes set on you, he finds that you look really good on your knees servicing him this way. It almost feels like a dream.

“Leo, tell me when you are going to come.”

He nods to signal you he heard what you said. You keep swallowing his length but now you also play with your bud because you really need it. It feels so good to be this nasty with him. The copious amount of drool, precum leaks from the corners of your mouth. It drips onto your dress but you don’t care. This is only about him, your pleasure at this moment does not matter. All sorts of wicked fantasies for him, even the most questionable ones. You let go of his shaft and start pumping it with your hand.

“You’re such a gentleman Leo, I think you deserve the best.”

“Th-aahh thank you, honey. I’m quite close”

“Ah, okay”

He observes your every move, the way you grabbed the spray can, how decorated his tip and also how joined your hands before you took him in your mouth again.

“Thank you for the meal!”

This time, you make the most obscene noises when you’re sucking him off. It feels so good, he thinks he could possibly go to heaven this way he wouldn’t mind it.

Then he shoots his load down your throat and you swear compared to all those times you gave someone head, this is the top tier come you have ever tasted. No wonder why he looks like that. Before you swallow it, you make sure that he is looking at you and you plunge your fingers inside your mouth, coating them nice and smooth. You lean back on your elbows in front of him, spread your legs, hike your dress up.You use your other hand to slide your panties to the side and smear that mixture on your kitty. You swallow it. He is so enthralled by the way your fingers go over your bud, that indecent squelch when you finger your cunny. You got him right where you want him.

“Thank you for the treat daddy, you know what you put in that body!” and you playfully wink at him.

With a full stomach (yep I had to), you take Leo’s hand and lead him to the couch. You push him onto the surface which leaves him startled but you just want to cuddle. So, you straddle his lap and sit on him.

“Let’s just stay just like this for a bit. I enjoy quality time this way a little more.”

“It's fine by me honey, whatever you desire”

Leonard put on some bossa nova on his speakers and you two stayed there. Just in your bubble. You hugged him tightly, kissed his neck juncture and sometimes bit it. That made him laugh a little

“What little vixen you are, didn’t you say you wanted to cuddle?”

You lift your face from the spot you were kissing and smile back at him.

“I am not doing anything, just cuddling right?”

His big hands caressed your back, your legs, your backside. Ocasionally he groped it and it made you feel good but you didn’t want to get worked up and have sex now. You just need a bit of comfort in his embrace. He kissed your forehead, your cheeks, your nose, your jaw, your shoulder, your collarbone. You crumble under his touch, you also want to kiss him but he doesn’t let you do it.

“Uh, uh, uh, honey. You have already done enough. Let me worship this gorgeous body of yours.”

He places wet kisses on your neck, leaves some hickeys, every now and then lightly biting your boobs. It felt really good to be in his arms like this protected, cherished and loved. You wished you could stay here the whole day but you know damn well that is not possible.

After that lovey dovey moment, Leonard was tidying up the kitchen, put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher and you had nothing better to do since he refused your help. You went to your room, you needed to contact your friends. You get your phone from your purse and look and decide to give them a call, this way you knew they wouldn’t refuse. Plus, you had all agreed that this was where you would keep them updated instead of texting them.

You: Wassup!!

The collective :Wassup!!

Marjorie: Guurl!! What happened? I thought you deadass decided to ghost us after you found him.

Theresa: Yeah same I know Y/n hella territorial

Bianca: Nah I think she way too whipped but we gotta let her spill the tea, right

The collective: Okurrr

You: So, we went to a super fancy place

The collective: uhm

Ate super well. He’s so hot! I’ll keep him for myself but you’ll meet him in due time I promise

Theresa: Liar

Bianca: Same

Marjorie: You not finna share. We know you, we ain’t gon bite though

You: He had a sugar baby contract you know in case I didn’t want to do some stuff

Bianca: Ooh, tell me more

Marjorie: Yes I'm interested

Theresa: Contract hold up sis, wait a damn minute. You mean to tell me you are working?!

You: No, not at all. It’s not like that

Marjorie: Then explain

You: Would you let me

Bianca and Theresa :She got a point sis

You: The contract stipulates things here and there for instance: if I don’t want to have sex with him, we can put it on the contract because it is a mutual agreement.

The collective: Ah, I get it .That’s clever

Bianca: I'm curious y/n. I want to know what he looks like. We all root for you but if you ever come back to us not being able to properly walk after spending some ‘quality time’ with your man. We won’t ask any questions.

Theresa: I’m with Bia on this one.

Marjorie is cackcling on her screen because she can’t believe what she has heard. As she steadies her breath she decides to talk

Marjorie: y’all better leave y/n alone. When she wants to show him, she will. I know she can handle anything that comes her way. But I gotta leave y’all, I have to go to the gym so see ya. Y/n don’t let him break you, I mean it. Bye bitches, stay bad!!

Bianca: Bye Rie, I also have to leave y’all in a bit. Have to get ready for this much needed dick appointment with my boo because work has been kicking my ass.

Theresa: See ya Rie, I have time on my watch I can stay. Y/n I’m here to tell you something important about your man please don’t leave before I let you know.

Bianca probably didn’t hear what Theresa said. Theresa is a special friend that you have, you can rely on her for pretty much everything. But, her psychic powers, more specifically her knowing how you are going to learn some things a few years, months, weeks, days, hours or even minutes before you do still does petrify you. She means no harm, she has already explained to you that she didn’t trust this back when she was a teenager.

Bianca leaves the call with a joyful bye and now you’re left with a dreadful silence before you decide to speak up.

You: Go ahead Theresa, I am ready to hear what you’re going to say.

Theresa: No, you’re not! First of all, I need you to sit down and to show it to me.

You execute what she said. You know you cannot lie to Theresa.

You: I’m listening.

Theresa: There’s a kid he deeply cares about. Your man. I am not saying he already has a kid but you can never be too careful. Take care.

You: You too, see ya.

And you end the call. You don’t really know what to think about it but it would be better if you do not jump to conclusions right. You forget a little about it, to keep your mind entertained you leave your phone on your bedside table and quit your room.

You decided to wander through his house and ended up in his bedroom. You found it a bit weird that you didn’t see a closet. But a door that was situated on the left side of his bed seemed to be where his clothes were. You approached that room, opened the door and there you had it: a walk-in closet that was fairly big.

The upper row of clothes consisted mainly of button up shirts and the lower one of pants. There were some ties in some drawers with exuberant pigment. All this attire was organised by shade from the warmest tones to the coldest ones. That is peak organisation, not even your wardrobe looks like this. Maybe you think asking him to help you out with yours would be a great idea. This looks so refreshing! You go ahead and lightly graze some button up shirts to feel what kind of material they are made from. They look extremely velvety to touch so you have to know what kind of fabric it is. You search for clothing labels while sometimes you can guess the type of fabric just by touching it. There are some silk shirts, others are satin ones. He also has cotton, velvet, cotton linen and silk satin. There is this lilac one that piques your interest. You get your hands on it plus it smells exactly like him, just how good he smelled yesterday.

Leonard checked up on you before he started working roughly about 10:30 am. He saw that you were really appreciating the vast assortment of clothing he had and that you also were trying those you liked too. He thought that the one you chose looked lovely on you, he wished he was there holding you in his arms. No, he is just watching and he has some paperwork to do, emails to check and has to call a few people. So, for this present moment he’ll just admire his enthralling lady from afar. He does this for a little bit and leaves you by yourself all the while you haven’t noticed that he was present. You go to some other set of drawers and there he has socks. Another drawer is full of belts that are mostly black. He surely does like this colour best, you think. Surprisingly, they are also colour coordinated. The pattern for his underwear is the same. It’s amusing to see a lot of organisation in someone else’s closet. But you definitely are going to implement some things you saw here into yours.

In the centre of this room, there are his main accessories such as his gold chains, watches, rings, sunglasses and remarkably there is also a huge collection of satin bonnets, hair ties and headbands. Darn it, this man knows his stuff! You were thinking that it was a mere coincidence you had slept with one covering your precious hair but no, you were wrong. He really is something else, huh?! You ditch your dress for his lilac button up shirt, it’s not that your dress is uncomfortable. It just feels good to wear something that strongly bears Leo’s scent, it makes you feel safe. It’s odd, you are here with him, in his flat yet you need something that physically reminds you of mind. You wonder if you aren’t feeling a little needy for his touch already.

You know this shirt would look great with some strappy sandals and an imposing watch, maybee that you’ll snatch this one or simply ask to borrow it then give it back.

The day went by quite well, you didn’t do much today. You decided to take it easy and forget a little about the outside world. Leo on the other hand was really busy with work ever since you both had shared breakfast together he had not quit his office and was constantly receiving phone calls. It didn’t bother you at first, that’s what you had told yourself but soon enough you were growing frustrated with how long his office hours could be. He had begun around 11 am and it was already 2 pm like are we going to eat together at least? That’s one of the main things occupying your mind right now. So, you do one of the things you know how to do best: eavesdrop that is. You carefully place your head on the door and listen to every single bit your significant other is talking about with that other person. At first, you don’t hear much but soon enough a name comes clear.

“Aura! How are you, my dear? Long time no see!”

You want to scream right now!! Who is Aura? Why is he talking to her like that? Huuhhhh, we did have a mutual agreement about this type of thing, where did you go wrong? But all that questioning is soon put at bay when he asks her the following:

“How is my son doing? Has he become a handsome ladies man?”

My son? How is he? A ladies man? Are you hearing something else other than what is currently being said? He owes you an explanation. You keep listening to what they have to say, they talk about a lot of things. You can’t believe what you’re hearing so much so that when you step back you hit the bookshelf that is in the corridor and Leo does not miss that noise. So he walks to the door to check what happened.

You start panicking, you tell him that it is nothing that you only stubbed your pinky toe and you’ll be fine. He asks you if you need his help, you tell him no. You’re a big girl after all you can handle it. He goes back inside and you go behind the door.

By the way they talk to each other you understand one thing. It has been years since these two have known each other, the heart felt laughs and easiness is there. You quit your eavesdropping session and decide to get a cup of chamomile tea, you have to calm yourself first before you decide to talk to him.

Is he already a father? Why hasn’t he informed you about it yet? Was it maybe because it could potentially have ruined his chance of getting a sugar baby? Are you a fool? There are too many questions emerging in your head, all doubt will be cleared out once you talk about it. You just have to make sure you discuss this matter as if you were not being nosy earlier.

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casspurrjoybell-32 · 7 months

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A First Chance At Love - Chapter 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Avery Chandler

My teeth were gritted painfully together as I stood outside for some peace and quiet but like always that was never going to happen.

Slowly I turned my head to glare daggers at the boy who as consistently bugged me to no end.

Growling I hopped he got the picture I didn't want him here.

"Oh, I love it when you growl. It is so sexy," Caleb husked stepping up to me and placing a hand on my chest.

I snatched his wrist in my hands and narrowed my handing warning.

"Will you just leave me be," I hissed.

But all he did was smile as he licked his lips suggestively.

"Oh come on Ave. I love it when you get aggressive," he smirked.

There were snickers and a few murmurs around us as I darted my eyes around so see a few older and younger wolves looking at us in disgust.

I really didn't care about what they thought.

I was more disappointed that they would look at this blatant display Caleb was showing in dislike when their Alpha's were two gay males.

I shook my head, shutting my eyes.

"Just give me a kiss," he whined and I snapped my eyes open to glare at him again.

He was pouting as he looked up at me.

"Please one kiss but I can't promise you that I'll leave you alone after that," he snickered.

I pushed him away and he staggered back but still caught his balance.

"I've told you time and time again Caleb that I'm not gay nor do I want to be involved with you," I growled at him as I stepped around him and walked off the back porch.

His footsteps were right behind me causing me to groaning in annoyance.

"Come on Avery. I know that you have to have some heart in that robot chest of yours," he said.

I stopped to turn to him and frowned.

"Excuse me?"

He skidded to a stop since he was jogging to keep up with me.

"Well it's true. It's like you can do nothing but kiss-up to Aiden's ass. You're always there. You only ever talk to him or give him the time of day," he shrugged and I rolled my eyes.

"I'm his protector Caleb. It's my soul purpose to be there for him at all times," I told him.

"I thought that was Liam's job. You can't let your life revolve around Aiden. What about... you know alone time with a special person," he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Sighing, I really didn't want to go through this right now.

Or ever in fact.

"Look. It is none of your business what I do with others and secondly, you have a mate somewhere out there Caleb and I'm not going to let you ruin something so special between your mate and yourself. It's something that should never be tainted with, so keep yourself pure Caleb and you'll thank me in the long run," I said, turning back around to leave.

"Yeah right," he said, following me again.

'Oh my goddess this kid.'

"I don't want a mate," he said as he came up to walk beside me.

I just frowned at him.

"You won't be saying that when you see them."

He shook his head stubbornly.

"No. I don't want to be tied down to some girl. I would feel like I've been shackled to someone that I never wanted to be with in the first place," he argued.

"No Caleb. Oonce you meet them all the doubt and scared feelings you have will go away," I assured him.

He didn't know how lucky he was to know that his mate was somewhere out there waiting for him.

We made it to the side door of the kitchen to find it empty.

I trudged to the fridge and looked around.

I heard the metal chain that was attached to Caleb's wallet clank as he hopped on the counter but I just ignored him.

Spaghetti, that sounds promising.

I grabbed the container and stuck it in the microwave.

The only sound was the hum of the microwave as it rotated.

"Don't you find me attractive at all?" finally Caleb had to interrupt my sweet quiet and I closed my eyes exhausted.

"I have no feeling in that department."

"Well? Do you thing Sandra is hot?" he said, referring to one of the pack women who has a modeling contract.

She was remarkably beautiful and almost every unmated wolf wants her but I felt nothing when I looked at her.

I turned to him and looked him in the eyes.

"No, Caleb. How many time to I have to tell you that I am not attracted to anyone in this pack-house or out of it."

DING

I walked over to the microwave and pulled out my hot food grabbed a fork and sat at the table.

I stabbed at the noodles twisting them with my fork and bringing them up to my mouth to blow.

I didn't even jump when arms slid slowly over my shoulders, down my chest to wrap around my neck.

His chin rest on my shoulder and his mouth touched my ear.

"Aren't you going to offer me any?" he whispered, his breath caressing my ear but all I felt from it was annoyance.

"Caleb," I warned him.

Chuckling, he licked at the shell of my ear and bit it, making me jump.

"I'm not giving up Avery," was all he said before he walked out.

I just stared down at my food as I listen to his footsteps retreat.

Breathing a sigh of relief I finally bit down on my noodles.

That kid hasn't left me alone since he's got here.

Every time he would find me by myself he would try his hardest to get into my pants even though I always tell him there is no chance of that to ever happen in life.

I have one reason for being in this life and that was Aiden.

Caleb would only complicate my job.

Finishing off my spaghetti I washed to dish and walked up to my room.

There were kids running up and down the stairs as I stepped out of their way.

Sometimes I missed the alone time I use to have, when I would travel by myself.

Now I was surrounded by annoying people and a kid who won't get the picture that I wanted nothing to do with him.

I reached my door and laid back on my bed staring up at my ceiling.

The room was dark and bland like always.

I closed my eyes and focused on Aiden's life force.

He was happy as I watched the swirling pink mist behind my eyes.

His content energy seeped into as I opened myself to him.

I know it's not right but this was how I could go through my day.

I feed off his happiness to make the emptiness in my body fill to a certain extent.

Sighing I felt the pull of a small smile come on my face.

*knock, knock*

I frowned at the door as no one ever came to my room.

"Yeah?" I said.

Slowly he door cracked open and I saw Dom pock his head in.

"Hey man. It's time for patrols," he said.

I nodded as I slide from my bed.

Dominic... I've noticed a miraculous difference in his behavior.

When I met him he was always moping around the house or he was training his ass off.

When he had always showed signs of a rejected wolf.

The way his skin never tanned even though he was out in the sun for hours at a time during training and he never laughed.

I'm not a talkative person myself but he never interacted with anyone and if he did it would be just a one worded answer.

While at the mall with Aiden and Sadie... I met Jeanine, hearing that she had the gal, to reject her mate, even if she was human, it pissed me off and I had to admit... I did get carried away when I saw her grab Aiden and that nasty growl slipped out.

But the day Aiden came up with a way for them to get back together or at least talk I was glad to help.

And I will admit that I was all too excited to be the one to tie her up and lock her in the room.

A faint of a smile graced my lips... It worked though, Dominic was happy as ever with Jay.

He had his natural glow back and they had a pup on the way.

I guess their time in the old Alpha's prison resulted in that.

The sky was dark as we stepped out for patrol.

A few war wolves were gathered waiting for us to lead the way.

Liam had made it official that I was to be one of them and Aiden completely agreed.

Since Aiden thought I should I accepted.

"Team A... You're taking the right. Team B... You have the left. As for the rest of you, you are with Avery and I. Alright lets go."

Discarding of our clothes we all shifted and rushed in the woods.

The night cleared as my eyes sharpened and my senses heightened.

We had all spread out as I was alone for the moment.

I walked slowly, my eyes scanning over the trees never missing a thing.

I saw small animals running out of my way as I trotted... squirrels racing up to their cozy little holes in the trees with their families... birds sleeping in their nest... the soft whistling of the wind... the breeze ruffling my sandy brown coat.

My muzzle lifted in the breeze trying to pick up any unknown scents but it clear besides the soft relaxing smell of wild flowers and the earthy scent of the grass.

I trotted up to the border but still all was clear so I turned to go back halfway there I stopped.

My ears began to twitched in the direction of a twig snapping, moments latter the scent hit my nose and I growled in annoyance.

'Dammit,' I whined.

A brown wolf came out from behind the trees, his tail high as he strolled up to me confidently.

Growling, I lowered myself a bit in a defensive stance.

He gave me a wolfish grin, as he came up to me and rubbed his smaller body under my chin arching his back like a cat.

'Avery,' he purred repeating the process as he turned back around.

'What are you doing out here Caleb?' I snapped in impatience.

'Can he just leave me alone.'

'I saw you patrolling and I wanted to help,' he said now brushing his body down my side.

'Well... I don't need any... So leave.'

He snickered and pressed his muzzle against mine.

'I rather not,' he said, licking at my face.

I was a little worried why I wasn't pushing him off.

I usually always grab him before he touched me in warning but here I was letting him rub against me.... letting him rub his sent all over me.

I lifted my lip up and bared my canines at him as I pulled myself out of whatever that was.

Backing up I pinned my ears back.

'Leave me the hell alone Caleb,' I yelled in the mind link, he didn't of course. Why does he test me so?

I may be a really relaxed person, nothing really bugged me but there was about him that just irked me.

'Come now Avery play with me,' he teased and jumped at me playfully but I was having none of it.

He pawed at my face gently and I growled but stayed in my spot glaring at him.

'Caleb,' I said in warning.

He kept at it jumping around like a puppy.

I took a deep breath but it did nothing as he swiped at my face again but this time his claw nipped me in the muzzle.

The sting made me growl and pounce on him, pinning him on the forest floor.

I stood over him snarling in his face dangerously his eyes wide with sock.

'Stop,' I growled my teeth barred at him using too much power in my command.

He pinned his ears back and whined in fright... his bluish brown eyes were staring up at me in disbelief.

I couldn't move, as the aura of something I pushed back a long time ago, began to surge through my veins, for the second time in years.

'I'm sorry,' he apologized softly as his gaze searched my face curiously.

I watched him raise his head from the ground and I froze as his tongue licked slowly at the wound that was bleeding, none too badly, on the side of my nose.

I felt a light sir in my wolf as Caleb's warm tongue healed the small wound affectionately.

Our eyes met as he pulled away and I realized I couldn't look away.

Noticing I wasn't going to do anything he took advantage of the moment and licked at my cheek causing me to close my eyes.

What was this? My wolf began stirring again like he was curious as to where this was going but... no, NO.

I won't have that... I can't... I jumped away from him like he had burnt me and back up slowly shaking my head.

'Avery?' he got to his feet and I shook my head, still.

'Go,' I told him and his head tilted in confusion.

'What's wrong?' he asked me stepping closer to me.

'GO,' I screamed and he flinched at my tone, as he froze in his advances towards me.

'Damn it why doesn't he ever listen?' I whined.

Huffing I turned from him and raced off, leaving Caleb and whatever that was back there.

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rebelrebels · 3 years

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hi, could you please write something with simon and the song baby came home 2/valentines by the nbhd? the chorus of baby came home 2 just reminds me of him idk why and i think it would make a nice fluff or angst piece, thanks!

anon. you have immaculate music taste cause the chorus is so good in baby came home 2

warnings: none

summary: you're in love with your best friend simon, who unexpectedly calls you in the middle of the night to confess his feelings. (gn!reader)

You and Simon were sitting on his couch, playing video games as you two usually do on a Sunday night. A tradition of some sort ever since middle school.

You got horrifically defeated by Simon, and you walked to his kitchen as he yelled in triumph. He was an idiot. But still, a victorious idiot. An idiot you were in love with ever since freshman year of high school.

You yawned, grabbing a bag of microwave popcorn and placing it inside the microwave. You watched it revolve inside a metal heating machine for two full minutes before finally devouring it while watching Bram Stoker's Dracula.

"Hey, sharing is caring."

"I will not hesitate to punch you if you take any."

When you went to the bathroom, he definitely took his chance and stole some popcorn.

An hour into the movie, you two were asleep on his couch. It was probably around eleven thirty, and you decided to go home. You crawled out of Simon's arms, and he stirred. He wasn't a very heavy sleeper, it turns out.

"I can walk you home," he rubs his eyes.

You stared like an idiot. Take him up on this offer or let him sleep? "No, it's fine."

"It's late."

You almost gave in to his persistence, but he looked so tired you couldn't. "Just sleep, you big baby."

He grumbled, and that was your cue to leave.

You walked home, wondering if you'd do homework or copy Kate's if she'd let you, or if you'd even do it. You ultimately decided to half-ass everything and hope for the best. You walked slightly faster, your backpack bouncing from your back, just in case your parents were home.

There were no lights on inside your house. You sighed out of relief.

You opened the front door, heading straight to your room to plop your backpack next to your bed. You were ready to sleep when the phone rang.

"Who the hell is calling me?" You mumbled. You grabbed the phone and untangled the cord. "Hello?"

"It's Simon."

You loosened up. "Simon, why are you calling me?"

"Uh..." An awkward pause. "Nevermind."

He hung up. Out of concern and curiosity, you dialed his number and called him. "Hey, Si? You okay?"

"Promise you won't laugh?"

"Depends on what it is."

"Okay, fine," he hesitates. "I like you. Like, like-like you. I really like you. I'm messing this up. Please say something."

You laugh.

"You promised you wouldn't laugh!" You could practically see the embarrassment on his red face.

"I didn't mean to, it's just," you continued, "why would you of all people like me? Why would anyone?"

"Well, because you're funny. And smart. And pretty. And, maybe, my future lover?"

"You're a dork," you laugh again. "But I guess so."

"Do you, y/n, take my hand in everlasting love?"

You played along. "I do." You said, "You're such a dork" again.

"I know. But that's why you like me."

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ifmywishescametrue · 3 years

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Choosing which prompt to send you from list was an impossible task!! They’re just all that good🥺 but if u feel inspired, maybe 15 or 76 would be really cute for stevetony?

Also, hope you have the best and loveliest day, friend 💖💝

thank you for sending one!! for #76 - "thank you for making me smile" - here's 1.6k words of getting together and absolutely terrible jokes

also i hope you have the loveliest day too 🥺

"I'm never listening to your advice again," Steve says the second he walks in the door. He lets it slam shut behind him and stomps off to his bedroom with another rough bang.

Tony and Bucky exchange a look on the couch, and Tony pauses their video game.

"Me or you?"

"Probably you," Bucky says. "Your advice is usually shit."

Tony scoffs, "Please, I'm a genius for a reason. All of my advice is amazing. Or are you forgetting that I'm the reason that you have a boyfriend right now?"

"One time in the last three years and you won't let it go."

"It'd be you and your right hand for the rest of your life if it wasn't for me."

Bucky rolls his eyes, "I would have made it work with Sam on my own eventually. But that's besides the point. I haven't given Steve any advice lately, so it has to be you. And in case you forgot, I don't even live here. He didn't know I was here when he said it."

"You don't live here?" Tony says with mock surprise. "Wow, you eat an awful lot of our food then."

Bucky grins, "It's payback for all the times you did the same to me before I moved out. Now go fix Steve. We'll rematch tomorrow."

"I didn't break him," Tony argues, even as he sets his controller down and stands from the couch. "I am a beacon of wisdom."

"You started a fire in the microwave twice last week, beacon."

Tony flips him off on his way to Steve's bedroom. He knocks once and ignores it when Steve tells him to go away.

Steve is sitting at his desk with his back to the door and his sketchbook open in front of him. He has a pencil in his hand, but the page is untouched.

"So, uh, what's up with you?"

"Nothing."

Tony nods slowly, "Right, okay. Care to share what advice of mine went wrong exactly? Cause I gotta say I'm drawing a blank."

"I was talking to Buck."

"Oh," Tony says in relief, then he frowns. "How'd you even know he was here?"

"When isn't he here? Our fridge is always empty because of him."

Tony smiles and flops down on Steve's bed, propping himself up against the pillows with his arms folded behind his head. He pushes the back of Steve's chair with his foot, making it spin his way.

"So what did Bucky do?"

Steve looks like he's about to say, but then he bites his lip and shakes his head instead. "Really doesn't matter."

Tony looks at him for a long moment, taking in all those subtle tells of his. The slight downturn of the corners of his mouth and the crease between his brows, but they don't come with any tension in his jaw or shoulders, which means he's more disappointed than angry. His eyes never hide hurt, but there's none to be found in them. Whatever it was didn't crush him, and Tony knows just how to fix him when he's like this.

He pokes Steve's arm with his socked toes. "Hey, Steve, why did the golfer bring two pairs of pants?"

Steve sighs, but there's already a hint of a smile. Further evidence to support Tony's hypothesis.

"Why, Tony?"

"In case he got a hole in one."

Steve presses his lips together and shakes his head. "That's not very funny."

"Why do bees have sticky hair?"

The look Steve gives him is long-suffering.

"Because they use honeycombs," Tony grins, and Steve relaxes back into his chair a little. "What kind of music do planets like?"

"Neptunes," Steve says, smirking a little, and Tony pouts dramatically.

"Nooo, how did you know that?"

"Used it on me two months ago. Remember when you broke the sink and you didn't want me to be mad at you anymore?"

"I also remember fixing the sink in the same day, but fine dwell on the fact that I broke it in the first place."

Steve laughs, and Tony feels the knot in his own chest loosen. He hates it when Steve's upset. It throws him off his own axis, because his world revolves around Steve's sun.

He gets up from the desk chair, and Tony shifts over to make room for him on the bed. They reach for each other's hands at the same time, interlocking fingers in the small space between them.

It's moments like these when the longing hits him the most. When Steve is this close, but it doesn't mean nearly as much to him as it does to Tony.

Sometimes he pictures what it would be like if he leaned over a little more. If Steve's eyes would flicker down to his lips, then away quickly like he didn't want to be caught. He wonders what Steve's cheek would feel like under his hand as he pulls his attention back, silently telling him it's okay to look.

It always stops there in his mind, right before a first kiss that he just knows would change his life. Guilt creeps in, because he should be happy with what he has. Happy with all of the pieces Steve lets him have now. It's more than most people will ever get.

"Thank you," Steve says. "You're the only one who can ever get me to smile after a day like today."

"Do you want to talk about it?" Tony asks, tilting his head to the side to look at him.

Steve bites his lip again, staring up at the ceiling. It takes a long moment for him to talk.

"There's somebody that I like, but they don't like me back. Not like that, anyway."

Tony's heart sinks, but he tries not to let it show. "You told them and they rejected you?"

Steve shakes his head, "No, I don't need to tell them to know how they feel. But Bucky said that I should find someone else to get over them, so I asked out that girl in my art history class."

"The one with the nose ring?"

"That's the one, yeah. We went for coffee this morning."

"How was it?" Tony asks, and more guilt accompanies the fact that he's actively and selfishly hoping Steve is about to say that it was awful.

Steve shrugs, "It was fine, technically. But then she tried to kiss me, and I sort of freaked out and ruined it. She looked at me like I was insane, and, god, it was so embarrassing, but I just couldn't do it when I know that I don't actually want anything like that from her. I didn't want to lead her on. It's not fair to her."

"Not fair to you either," Tony says softly. "You shouldn't force yourself to like someone you don't. And whoever the other person is, the one that doesn't want you back, they're missing out on someone really amazing, and they're stupid to let you go."

Steve smiles, but it's tinged with sadness as he turns his head to look at Tony. "I don't know about that. They can do better than me."

"Hey, no, don't say that. You're incredible. You're funny and smart and gorgeous, and I've never met anyone as kind as you in my entire life. There isn't anyone better than you, okay? And if they don't see that, then fuck them. Clearly, they're dumb as hell anyway," Tony rants, getting progressively louder as he goes and his free hand gesturing wildly.

"They're kind of a genius, actually."

Tony rolls his eyes, "Yeah, sure they are. Way to miss the point."

Steve's smile turns amused. "No, but they really are."

"What is this?" Tony asks with narrow eyes. "Are you trying to make me jealous by saying you know other geniuses? Cause I'm the only know-it-all in your life. I claimed the spot. It's mine."

"Definitely yours," Steve agrees, and he shifts a little to turn on his side. With his left hand, he tentatively reaches up towards Tony's face, and Tony's breath catches at the brush of fingertips against his cheek. "I think I might have been wrong, though, about how they feel about me."

It takes a few seconds for it to click in Tony's, but even when it does he doesn't believe it just yet.

"Why's that?"

"Apparently they think I'm incredible, and they get really angry when anybody else thinks otherwise."

Tony smiles softly, "Yeah, they really don't like that."

Steve's thumb strokes across his cheekbone, then his fingers drift back to run through his hair.

"They think I'm funny, too, but they've also got a terrible sense of humor, so I don't know how accurate that is."

Tony laughs, then says, "You know what I think?"

"What's that?"

"I think you should kiss them. Just go for it and see what happens."

Steve smiles, slowly leaning down, "You really think so? It could make things weird. We might not be able to be friends anymore."

Tony puts his hand on the nape of Steve's neck, drawing him further in until he's a scant inch away. "Trust me, they don't really want to be just a friend, anyway."

He finds out that Steve's skin is smooth and warm beneath his palms, and his lips are unexpectedly soft. His hands are constantly in motion, slowly mapping out Tony's hips and sides and back like he's memorizing the feeling. As if it's his one chance to learn what Tony feels like he won't let it get away from him. But it won't be the only one. There will be second, third, and hundredth kisses, because Tony knows better than to let someone like Steve slip away.

"Hey, Tony?" Steve whispers after.

"Yeah?"

"What's the best thing about Switzerland?"

Tony smiles, "What?"

"I don't know, but the flag is a big plus."

They stare at each other, and Steve is the first to crack, but his laugh makes Tony follow right behind him.

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muuurder · 2 years

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i agree with the anger issues, lack of boundaries, not knowing his own strength, and the entitlement!! i think that he doesnt know how to go about like.. loving someone? there were books and stuff so i think we can assume that some of what he knows is based off of the books hes read/listened to. another common thing ive seen is people assuming hes uneducated but in my head, hes not. his view of reality just might be slightly warped due to the media that he consumed. which could maybe play into his lack of boundaries.

but i think he genuinely is not a bad person. his trauma just plays into everything. then of course you have his parents practically giving greta to him

but im interested in what you have to say about him being autistic. ive never really looked at him from another perspective mentally.

I am now off of work *rubs hands together* so let’s get into this. I’ll leave an undercut so I’m not killing everyone on dashboards with a long post lol. I’m so sorry. Cause this is going to be a hellishly long post. just a quick mention there will be brief mentions of Su*cide as well as specific disorders and the like. Obviously nothing graphic but wanted to give a warning in case.

I agree in the idea that a lot of his knowledge as far as how things work revolves around classic books (pride and prejudice, the great gatsby, etc etc. i personally Headcanon his favorite story is beauty and the beast because he’s a hopeless romantic.) This can cause a bit of an issue as usually the “male” role in old novels tend to be rather problematic as far as how women are viewed and treated. Not to mention his parents for sure are conservative uppity aristocrats but with money so far up their ass they can’t think straight.

I have also seen people acting as if he’s uneducated and incapable of doing basic things. Which is incredibly far off in my opinion. We know for a fact he was home-schooled, I mean we got a glimpse of his routine. I think his knowledge of the outside world is incredibly limited. I do agree with that. He doesn’t know about social media, or computers if we’re honest, or most functions you need to know as an adult to live and survive in the real world. So I imagine if you introduced him to it, it would be an incredible culture shock for him. He’s been locked away for years. He loved his parents but the moment he is given the chance to grow and change he will be absolutely angry. Honestly, that’s a tantrum he needs to have. He needs to break shit in their room in my opinion and he has a right to be angry with them for a plethora of reasons. I’m derailing a bit here- but he’s incredibly smart. There’s a screenshot of Brahms’s room. It’s somewhere I’d have to go scrounging which I don’t want to do right now, but it shows every tiny detail In that room. He has a washbin, a microwave, a fridge, as well as books and tons of sheet music plastered on the wall. I could talk for hours about the common thought he’s nasty and hates baths (which is I think far from the truth.) but that aside; I think he’s a prodigy. He builds mechanisms in his free time (he made the rat traps for the house,) and he’s well versed in the arts (particularly where I think he excels the most.) we can see that much with drawing he seems to have and the sheet music heavily hinting he plays violin. I also have a personal Headcanon he can absolutely read beowulf and both comprehends and can pRONUNCIATE EVERY DAY WORD CORRECTLY. I could never my god. But he’s well read, and incredibly smart. Not to mention, the only thing he has as far as childlike behavior outside of regression is I truly believe he enjoys learning and like a kid he absorbs information and learns quickly.

As far as my take that he’s autistic, it’s got a lot of layers. Particularly I think he has bpd and/or has autism. I personally have BPD so you can take that as it is, it could be me rubbing my grubby little hands all over brahms, but I’ll give the gists of what it is and why i think BPD should also be tagged onto him along with autism and if you’d like me to go further in depth about them let me know.

So BPD is a personality disorder that is characterized by unstable moods, behaviors, and relationships. I always joke and say it’s basically speed running the DSM-5. I know it has a bad rep (you’re either demonized or infantilized by it because it’s a hellish and intense disorder.) Some of the symptoms are irritability, explosive anger, rapid mood swings (we’re talking you feel the world crumbling, wanting to kermit sewerslide and then it shuts off like a switch. You feel nothing and it’s over. and that’s in like a span of 10 minutes? and you’re left numb and disassociating. real riveting shit), risk taking behaviors, impulsivity, a general lack of restraint: I mean I could go on. To get to the point, there is a phenomenon with those who have the disorder where they will form an FP. They don’t pick em, it just kinda happens. But FP stands for favorite person and to put it short, they are the most important person in that person life. You can’t imagine living without em and it’s usually a supportive person (family, friends, therapist, romantic partner, etc etc. so you can see how a nanny would suit this role.) I know for me personally, I get rather territorial with my own FP (we have boundaries trust me, I know it’s incredibly important so you don’t hurt the other person cause it can be hellish.) and it can cause intense outbursts especially when other people begin to socialize or get involved.

Now that I’ve laid the ground level knowledge to understand where I’m coming from, I think that Greta was an FP which explains the obsessive behavior, as well as the way brahms acts regarding malcolm. He’s clearly irritated by him especially since malcolm is out here making moves on her lol. (def doesn’t help that his parents really did pull the “shes yours” card as if that wasn’t a whole ass human being) I also think this is why he steals her shit too (I know theres the whole fucking doll thing which is weird but also this is a grown man whos been isolated for years. Though with as tidy as his room is i don’t think the tissues you see on the bed are from uh.... the purposes everyone thinks. The letter from his parents was there and a photo. Idk bout you all but i sure as hell wouldnt be getting horn knee in front of that shit ESPECIALLY after their deep dive but thats me.) He has impulsive issues and general fucking lack of restraint which is also apart of bpd. Coupled with the bordering obsessive behavior that comes with having an FP it’s hoog. It’s also why I think he reacted the way he did with cole (is that his name? idk the abuser.) Not only was he trying to deal with it in a relatively harmless demeanor by being spooky, but the moment it was clear as hell that 1) his doll that has been a fill in for him was destroyed and 2) greta was in danger; he was PISSED. I’m talking throw caution to the wind. The walls rattled, he busted the mirror (which is fucking painful and dangerous mind you. He’s fucking barefoot. He did not think about that shit. It’s why he killed him too I think. Tunnel rage is pretty common. You don’t think, some people black out. And if you rewatch the scene, the moment he looks at greta (who he was mindful to keep her out of harms way, pushed her but made sure she wasn’t hurt) He realizes she’s scared and you can hear him go ....i know, i know. and when he grabs her, it wasn’t to kidnap her. I think he was hugging her and trying to move her out of the room to cool off at best. In his eyes he’s known her, he’s been there, she cares deeply for him. He thinks that kind of contact and boundary breaching is alright. This is his FP after all and he loves her. Finally theres the whole scene of him bartering with her trying to make her stay after he knocks out malcolm (poor malcolm jesus.) So when I first was going into the movie, I legit thought he had killed every nanny who had come around and I think people also believe that because of how he barters but I don’t think he’s actually killed anyone besides cole (emily cripps I’m convinced was an accident. I know the movie explains he was possessed and started the fire to avoid punishment and smashed her head in but fuck the second movie I don’t believe that shit for a second. I have a whole theory on that but I’m not discussing that right now.) He clearly manipulates or tries to when greta is leaving. He starts with the child voice, clearly ready to regress back into what he deems as the most acceptable version of himself. The child. I mean for christ sake his parents couldn’t view him anymore than an 8 year old and actively ignored it like yikes. So of course he’s going to use that, when it’s clear it’s not working he demands with aggression, and then goes straight into bartering. Using threats particularly. “I’ll kill him! I’ll kill him just like the others!!” I know for me personally, I’ve behaved this way. When you fear abandonment, you’ll do anything to keep people around. People who have untreated bpd can sometimes behave in extremely inappropriate ways and in ways that are harmful. It’s pretty ugly I’m not gonna lie. I know when I was younger and before I knew I have threatened to kermit dye to keep someone around (I’ve grown and I know better now. I was also a fucking child so please don’t come for me.) So I can see brahms desperate attempt to keep her is in line. I also think when he mentions the others he’s referring to a) emily who again I’ll be happy to explain if you or anyone else would like b) his parents because p sure he’s convinced he drove them to kermit dye c) cole or whatever his name is.

As far as him having autism, Honestly It’s literally because when I watched it he had the vibe tm. I can’t explain it but my friends who have autism called it too. I think it attributes to the photos of him as a child, he isn’t smiling and that’s a pretty common thing among kids with autism. Not to mention, he may have had no interest in socializing or doing much of anything that is often required of aristocratic families. I mean his father said he was odd. Always had been. Which I don’t know why that personally for me leaned towards he was autistic but the idea that his parents were ableist and didn’t want to get his ass help and rather be rid of him. It’s not a stretch. Rich families are fucking terrifying and if you don’t fit the look well. Yikes. He just strikes me as someone who likely was autistic and now has it layered with extensive trauma which makes a funky mess. I’m pretty neurodivergent (honestly beginning to think I could be but shhhhhhhhhhhh we don’t talk about it lol) and he reminds me of friends a lot. It’s a little hard to explain. But I can see him just having little to no interest in socializing and is far more interest in music (a potential special interest) or reading and often was paired or forced to be with emily due to family ties (money, arranged marriage, its hard telling.) Not to mention I don’t think he knows his own strength? which isn’t a trait of autism (it’s not a gene that does that and even sometimes it can cause issues with motor functions.) but it reminds me of someone I know who has autism. Again not knowing your strength and being strong doesn’t tie to autism I can’t stress that enough, but like it’s just an odd tie to people I know who also happen to be autistic.

My brain does this fucking meme:

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bts-trash-blog · 4 years

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Best Of Us

Chapter 7: Risk

Summary: Being an Omega is hard, it could be so lonely. The hardships that you would sometimes feel seemed to much, always expected of things you could never fully reach. Always seen as a piece of meat to some, seen as weak and stupid. So you worked your ass off to finally work your dream job. And the world all changed when you met one of the bosses. And couldn't help but end up falling.

Paring: Rap Line X Fem!Chubby OmegaReader

Warning: A/O/B!VERS, mentions of sexual harassment, heats, ruts, knotting, breeding, angst, possessive behavior, more warnings will be added as needed.

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The feeling of warmth spread across your cheek, it had your eyes blinking open bright sharp almost cat like, brown eyes staring back at you.The soft beeping of your phone had you whining as the person in front of you, Bambam lets out a chuckle as you slowly move from the pile of blankets you were under. The smell, the sticky sweet smell of the two of you sticking to you like glue, your hand reaches over to your phone. Seeing a light up message, from Jin saying you didn’t have to come in for the meetings after all, and then an email from Yoongi.Eye tightly shutting, reading for the Sorry but we’ve decided to let you go.. Email especially after what you had said right before you left. You wouldn’t be surprised at all for the termination.

Y/n,

Due to the events that occurred last night I am giving you the rest of the week off, though you will still need to do work from your laptop or the tablet we have given you. My single request is that you give me your address so I can send you physical copies of paperwork through Jin.

I would also like to invite you to an outing with Hoseok, Namjoon and myself, and talk through what has happened. I do not want you to feel pressured into anything so for the next week at five my mates and I will be at the cafe across the street from our building we will stay until eight each day.

I would also like to apologize for using my Alpha authority over you. I am never one to do that unless necessary and in that situation it was clearly not, I feel horrible about it but I do know that no apology will ever heal that wound. Only actions. And from this day on I will try to prove to you that I am not like that, I am not that type of Alpha. I am an Alpha your father will approve of. Hoseok is an Alpha your father will approve of. We are a pack your father will approve of, and even if he doesn't right away we will show him and your mother time and time again that we are worthy of your love. That our love is enough for their little girl, if you will have it of course. And if you don't want it, then we will let you go. Y/n this is up to you, and you alone. Just know how sorry I am that I even used that tone on you. I will never do it again.

Sincerely,

Min Yoongi

You felt your hand shake as you dropped your phone in shock onto your lap as you let out a whine, Bambam letting out his own as his nose nudged under your jaw as his arms wrapped their way around your waist. Your hands fall onto his arms as you feel his nose nudge against your scent gland, making your curl into him as he lays you down back into the nest. The pillows stacked along the wall and the ends of the bed moved slightly. The scent of the two of you mixing as you nose nudged against his scent gland. Purrs passing your guys lips as you sniffle, your fingers gripping at his bare shoulders, his skin warm under the palm of your hands. His nose rubbing against your skin trying to calm you down as you took deep breaths of his oranges and cream smell had your calming as you took a deep breath pulling from him.

“What up Y/n?”

“Just read.” He nods, taking your phone as you kneaded the bed below you, trying to see if you could make it softer, more welcoming. Hearing him sigh, you look to see the boy's eyes lingering at you as he gives you a tight lipped smile. “What do I do?”

“What do you want to do?” Your body froze as you sat in the middle of your bed, Bambam moving to rest his leg in your lap as your hands fell onto his thigh. Your fingers rubbing into the muscle uncousionaly as you take a deep breath.

“I don’t know.” Your voice was shaky as Bambam typed on your phone and handed it back, seeing he had emailed Yoongi back.

Mr.Min,

My address is (I really don't know what to name this) apartment 3a, and to give you an honest answer to the rest is a simple I don’t know.

Sincerely,

Y/LN Y/n

“That easy huh?” You wonder making him smile and nod as he sat up and grabbed his phone, a frown falling on his face making you move wrap your arm around his leg resting your cheek on his knees. “What wrong Bam?”

“Jackson hasn’t messaged me at all..I..I miss him.” His pout dropped to a full grown as you watched his lip quiver, his eyes building with tears as you moved to nuzzle yourself on top of him, his arms wrapping around your back as he let out a whimper. “It's like he doesn’t want me anymore. I know I'm not a conventual omega, you know? I'm tall and lanky and I’m a stubborn brat, but he said he was okay with all of that. He said he liked my body, and he was okay that I’m taller than him and that I’m not afraid to speak my mind..but what if he’s not. What if he found a shorter, curvier omega? Someone more obitident and he just doesn't know how to tell me.” His words had you moving closer, knowing he had no concern about your weight completely on him, he needed to compression as you nuzzled yourself deeper into his skin.

“Bam..”

“He didn’t even spend my heat with me, he hasn't even gotten me a courting gift.” His voice was full of pain as he held you close, letting a sob pass his lips as you let out a growl. Jackson had chased after your best friend for five month prior to Bambam caving and agreeing to be in a courting relationship with one of the richest families' sons. Their only son. When the news broke, Bambam had been assigned bodyguards and a driver. Even when he was alone he was never really alone, and the stress of it all he just wanted to cuddle, scent with Jackson. Yet you would wake up to a facetime of a tired looking Bambam wrapped up in Jackson's sheets, alone, your mutual friends Lisa and her mate Jennie growling at the treatment Bambam was going through. Yet Bambam couldn’t seem to grow the courage to end the relationship. The pull to great between the two.

“Break up with him.”

“I can’t, I love him and I feel like its m-”

“Bam, if you leave him and he doesn’t try to fight it then he isn’t worth your fight. If he wants you then he needs to prove it. Also how he treats you, how any Alpha in this world treats you is not your fault. It's their own head being shoved far up their ass that they can’t see the world around them, and how it doesn't revolve around them. Bam. Text him, tell him you think the two of you need the end thing cause clearly he doesn’t have time for a relationship. Then me and you are gonna shove our faces while he freaks out.”

“But that's so curle.” “So is him, your supposed boyfriend and courting Alpha, not even texting you two words when he gets up, or even just letting you sit with him during his lunches in his office in silence. He hands you a scented hoodie for the week then you rarely see him afterwards. It's his turn to see how it feels.”

“I don’t want to lose him.” “Then don’t take my advice, okay? I'm not gonna force you but I'm gonna be here for you, nesting and feeding you.”

“It hurts.”

“I know.” He sighs pulling away from you, grabbing his phone, your eyes peering over watching him write out a text to Jackson. I’m sorry to bother you during work, I know you hate that, but I really think we should break up. You clearly don’t have the time for a courting relationship, and I can’t handle you being so cold to me. Again I'm sorry for bothering you. But I think this is for the best. It was scent with tear filled eyes as your arms stayed wrapped around his neck, the delivery staying, like it was a tattoo on his phone. It had him scoffing as he dropped his phone and turned into your chest.

“I hate Alphas.”

“Me too.”

“Lets mate so no Alpha will ever fuck with us again.” His words had you snorting as he let out a pain filled giggle against your chest as you ran your hand through his hair, his eyes closing rightly as your mother knocked on the door.

“Sorry to bother you, but Y/n don’t you have work sweetheart.” Her tone was sweet as she lingers at the open door, her eyes falling on the still crying Bambam as you gave her a small smile.

“No, I was given the day off.”

“Oh well, breakfast for the two fo you is in the microwave.” Nodding she gives a small wave in goodbye and shuts your door. The ding of a phone had babam tenseing, but he relaxed, though with a deafeed look when he saw his message was still on delivered. While your phone was showing a new message from Jin. Saying what time he was going to arrive to extache paper work with you.

“Food then back to sleep?”

“Yes.”

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Waking up to a pounding on your door, had your eyes snapping open, Bam had taken the spot closest to the wall, under a large pile of blankets. A sweater of yours draping over his skin, lips parted eyes still closed dead asleep. Yet the pounding on your front door awoke you. Slowly moving out of bed you see his phone had twenty missed calls, and too many messages for Jackson not wanting the boy in your bed. Taking a deep breath, you walk out of your room and down the hall to your front door unlocking the deadbolt but leaving the chain hooked. As you open the door, there you see a panting Jackson, his eyes pitch black as he looks at you with a pained expression. His alpha scent was sour, thick, the minty freshness of his scent drowned out by his distress. His pain.

“Please.” He whimpers, his head bowing, neck on show as you shut the door slightly undoing the chain lock and opening the door more. His body stays put as he takes a deep breath in, whining as he drops to his knees. “Kunpimook, please.” Turning your head you see a shuffling Bambam, his eyes red puffy as you step back, Jacksons body dropping to a full bow. Forehead touching the ground as you see Bambam tilt his head, looking to you as you nod for him to follow. His body slowly drops to the ground pushing Jacksons shoulders back making Jackson whine, his eyes looking at the hand that was placed on his shoulder. “Omega mine.” Jackson mumbles, your body slowly moving back, trying to give the two space but also needing to make sure Bambam was safe. You watch Bambam tilt his head as Jackson mimicked him, his action following the younger as Bambam gave what you assumed was a tight lipped smile as you watch Jacksons shoulders drop. Head falling forward pressing against Bambam chest as Jackson let out a purr. “Home.”

“He isn’t talking normally.” Bambam whispers to you, looking at you as you giggle as you move slowly as Jackson wraps his arms around Bambam and growles at you making the omegas jaw go slack as you place your hand over your mouth.

“Just go with it, my mom called it the puppy stage.” your words had Bambam nodding as he looks at you with a frown. “Bam if you want him, go with him. “ He gives you a smile as he pulls from Jackson, who whines as he watches Bambam stan following the Omegas movements as he moves and nuzzles his face into Bambams neck.

“I think you should go. Listen to what they have to say.” He mumbles whe Jackson suddenly lifts the boy in his arms making , Bambam sequel as you giggle. Jackson is moving out of your apartment. “My stuff!”

“Home. Omega home.”

“I’ll bring it to you later.” You call out watching men in suits fall in toe behind the pair as you shake your head and shut your apartment door. A deep breath in.

Should you give them a chance? You wondered, moving to your living room couch, fixing the messy bun your hair was in. Eyes blinking slowly as you take a deep breath in, what bad could come from it?

“A lot.” You state out loud shaking your head as you let out a deep sigh, wrapping yourself into your fathers blanket that your mother kept in the living room. His scent was long gone, yet the memories of him wrapped in the blanket had your eyes water as you nuzzled yourself into the grey fabric. How you longed for the day you could speak to him, he’d know what to do.

“Dad you don't get it!” Your voice echoes through the halls of your home, his body trailing after you as you storm your way into your bedroom, his foot stopping your bedroom door slamming. His brown eyes shone as he looked at you. “Alphas don't understand!”

“Then explain it to me kiddo, please. Why aren’t you eating? Why are you changing your wardrobe? Tell me what that has to do with being an Omega.” His words were full of begging. Pleading as you whine leaving your door, gathering the blankets from your bedroom ground, rushing to your bed as you begin to move around the mattress. “Kid, come on I hate seeing you like this.”

“I’m just doing what any Omega would if no Alpha looked at them Dad, that's all. A diet doesn’t hu-”

“You haven’t eaten in over a week, a weak young lady. I don't want to force my hand and use the Alpha tone on you just so you’d actually eat. Baby I hate seeing you like this.” His words softened as he trailed into your room.

“Just go away dad.” He went silent, then you looked up to see he was gone. Rolling your eyes, you start rearranging the pillows around your bed, when suddenly your dad's scent wraps around you as he enters your nest. Your eyes widening as you growl to he wraps you in his favorite grey blanket. A bowl of rice and chicken in hand as he shakes his head.

“I’ll never go away, but nice try. Now eat something pup.”

You missed those days, the days he showed up in your bedroom food in hand, blanket in the other making sure you ate. Then you felt comfortable enough during your school days to eat.You missed the days, where you fingers would glide along the keys of a piano, his laughter joining as he pressed a kiss to the side of your head. You missed the look in in your mothers eyes when she looked at him, or how he always found her in a room no matter how big, how crowded. You missed their joint laughter as they teased you on your birthdays, or how much your father loved the two of you. Without him it was quiet walls, and lonely nights. It scared you.

It scared you to even think about letting someone love you the way your father did, letting someone see you the way he saw your mother. It terrified you, cause you saw how quickly people leave, they disappear so quickly without a trace, well that's a lie, the only trace is pain. The empty feeling craves in your chest, the sadness that elopes every memory with them. You never knew that the taste of chicken and rice could make you cry, or the smell of lily flowers mixed with an unforgettable spicy could make your chest hurt. How on random days, your body felt as you were in the car again, the car became so scary to you. You never knew you couldn’t listen to a piano without your body shaking, never could understand why music became so sour for you. You're scared to show them why you flinch away from loud noise, all because the flash of a blaring horn rushes through you. How could you put them through that? Dealing with the night terrors and panic attacks on your bad days. You wish you could. You wish you could love them without the fear of losing them.

But isn’t that the part of it all? The chance of losing it all for just one moment of happiness. So, take the risk or don’t.

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shemarmooresfedora · 3 years

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Rebuilding Family

Summary: Y/N and Spencer were college sweethearts at Cal-Tech but once Spencer got accepted to the FBI Academy, he ended things deciding it was not fair to make Y/N wait for him. When they meet again years later, he discovers something unexpected.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

A/N: THIS IS THE MOMENT YOU ALL HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR. PURE FLUFF AHEAD!!!

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Chapter 24

The doorbell rang Friday night as you were popping popcorn in the microwave for family movie night.

“I’ll get it,” you called out, walking to the front door.

You opened it to see Penelope standing there. She immediately grabbed your hand and started tugging.

“You’re coming with me, soon-to-be Mrs. Reid,” she tried to drag you out of the house.

“Spencer! Code pink! Code pink!” you yelled.

You heard Spencer dashing towards the front door.

“You’re not taking her anywhere,” Spencer wrapped his arm around your waist.

“It’s bad luck for the bride and groom to see each other the day of the wedding,” Penelope stomped her high heel in protest.

“Yes, we knew you would say that so we bought these,” you and Spencer held up sleep masks, “Me and Spence will put these on before we go to bed. I’ll set my alarm 15 minutes before his so I will be up and out of the room, headed to Rossi’s before he even sees me. No bad luck and I still get to sleep with my fiancé, everyone’s happy!”

“I should have known you guys would find a loophole. You even had a whole code name,” Penelope huffed.

“I’m sorry, Pen,” you laughed, “I will see you in the morning.”

You gave her a big hug before she returned to her car.

“A brilliant idea if I do say so myself, Dr. Reid,” you grinned.

He leaned down to kiss you as Jo shouted “you’re missing Nemo.”

Beep. Beep. Beep.

You fumbled to swipe your phone alarm off without actually being able to see it.

Once you got it off, you felt Spencer’s arms tighten around you.

“Keep that blindfold on, mister,” you demanded.

“Don’t go,” he mumbled.

“Do you not want us to get married today?” you teased.

You felt Spencer’s arms slowly retract from around you after giving you one final squeeze.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” you giggled.

“Bye, love you,” he tried to kiss you but ended up kissing your nose.

You put your hand flat on his face to find his lips and then guided yourself to them.

“I can not wait to marry you,” you whispered after pulling away.

“10 hours,” he whispered back and you could feel his smile as you went in for another kiss.

You slowly got out of bed and crawled towards the door to avoid hitting anything. However, you slammed your head right into the door.

“Ouch!” you rubbed the top of your head.

Spencer sat up in bed, still with his blindfold on, “Love, are you okay?”

“Yep, I found the door,” you laughed, “I will see you at the aisle.”

“I can not wait to be reduced to a blubbering, crying mess in front of my closest friends and family,” Spencer smiled.

You felt around for the door knob and opened it, taking off your blindfold once you were out of the room. You picked up your bag that you had set outside your door with all of your skincare and makeup before heading out the door to Rossi’s.

By the time you had gotten there, the driveway was full of trucks and vans dropping off decorations and setting up the canopy and tables.

The second you rang the doorbell, you were pulled inside by JJ and Emily who were already in their dresses.

“You both look gorgeous!” you exclaimed as they dragged you up the stairs.

“Here’s a muffin,” JJ said as she sat you down.

Emily was already assessing your hair and combing it out.

“Penelope told us what you did last night,” Emily smiled, “I think it was extremely adorable.”

JJ nodded in agreement as she pulled the makeup products out of your bag.

“I would just feel weird if I was away from him for a night now since we are so used to being right next to each other. Speaking of Pen, where is she?” you asked.

“She needed to make sure they put the lattice trellis in the right place so the sun would set directly behind it,” JJ informed you.

You and Spencer would be getting married in front of a lattice trellis covered in vines and an assortment of flowers right at sunset.

“What would I do without her and you guys?” you laughed.

Spencer groggily answered the door to see Derek standing there, holding both of their tuxes.

“Ready to get married, Pretty Boy?” he grinned.

“Yes,” Spencer rubbed his eyes to wipe away the tiredness, “Let me wake Jo up.”

Spencer walked back up the stairs and opened Jo’s door, sitting at the edge of her bed.

“Time to get up, Princess,” he whispered, “You get to wear your new dress today.”

Jo’s eyes shot open and she got out from underneath the covers, revealing she was already in fact in her dress.

“You got up already?” Spencer laughed, picking her up.

“I tricked you, Daddy,” she giggled.

“Yes, you did,” Spencer smiled, “There’s someone here to see you.”

“Uncle Derek!” Jo exclaimed.

“Jo!” Derek shouted, accepting the little girl into his arms, “Well, don’t you look nice. Auntie Penelope was telling me how excited she is to do your hair later.”

Jo nodded enthusiastically.

“You get ready,” Derek pushed the tux into Spencer’s arms, “I’ll get Jo breakfast.”

You stood at the back of the line in front of the glass double doors leading out to Rossi’s backyard.

As the violins and piano began to softly play, you heard Penelope say, “Jo, go see your Dad.”

The doors opened to let Jo out, holding her basket of white rose petals.

You sneakily watched from a nearby window as Jo took her job very seriously, throwing a handful of petals every other step and then taking a seat in the front row next to Henry and Will.

JJ, Emily, and Penelope all proceeded down the aisle one by one, standing on the opposite side of Derek and Rossi who were standing next to Spencer.

You ran back from the window to in front of the doors, grabbing your bouquet from the table. You had decided to walk down the aisle alone. Your parents were in the audience here to support you but you were your own woman, you didn’t need to be “given away” to Spencer.

The doors opened for the final time and you stepped out. Spencer turned to face you and you could see the tears already glistening in his eyes.

You smiled and mouthed ‘I love you’ as you walked down the aisle and he mouthed ‘I love you too’ as the tears quickly began to form in your eyes as well.

You took your spot in front of Spencer and Jo waved to you both which elicited a small chuckle from the crowd.

“Hi, baby,” you waved back.

You don’t even think Spencer noticed because his eyes were laser-focused on you.

“Shall we begin?” Hotch asked and you both nodded.

“I would like to thank everyone for being here to help Y/N and Spencer celebrate this special day in which they attest to their love for one another. Spencer, would you like to read your vows first?”

Spencer nodded, “I have never admitted this to her until now but the first time I spoke to Y/N is because I offered her a sweatshirt. I actually brought that sweatshirt to the library with me that day, hoping the pretty girl who was always shivering would finally have a reason to acknowledge me. That was the single best decision of my life. Unfortunately, a little over a year later, I made the single worst decision of my life by letting you go,” Spencer started to get choked up, “I honestly think my ‘genius’ title should be taken away for that alone. Somehow, I was graced with the opportunity to come back into your life even though I didn’t deserve it. And your life now revolved around one particular little girl that I grew to love more than I thought was ever possible. So, I just wanted to say scientists learn from their mistakes so while I can’t promise I won’t make any more in the future, I can tell you for sure that I will never let go again.”

“Oh wow,” you sniffled, taking a kleenex and your little journal from Penelope, “How am I supposed to top that?”

“I really don’t care what you have to say, you marrying me is more than enough,” he whispered.

“Oh my god, you’re still coming up with better vows than me on the spot,” you whispered back.

“Much like Spencer, I also wrote about our first encounters in college. Spencer and I quickly formed an unspoken agreement that we would always meet at the same table in the library. One night, when he was taking the time to repeatedly explain to me a calculus concept I just wasn’t getting even though I knew he had a paper due tonight, I thought to myself ‘this one is too good to let get away’. So at our next meeting, I ordered takeout from his favorite restaurant and set up a little dinner for us. It was all worth it when I saw him walk in with his textbooks only to be soon lost for words when I asked him if he would go on a date with me. I never really dated anyone in the time we were apart, I just had this feeling that our story was far from over and I’m so so glad that feeling was right. I promise I will never stop loving you, no matter what, because I don’t think I could even if I tried” you stated.

“Spencer, with this ring, do you take Y/N to love and to hold, to cherish and respect her in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, from this day forward?” Hotch asked.

“I do,” Spencer smiled as you slipped the band on to his ring finger.

“Y/N, with this ring, do you take Spencer to love and to hold, to cherish and respect him in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, from this day forward?” Hotch repeated.

“Absolutely I do.”

Spencer slipped the ring on your finger.

“By the power vested in me by the state of Virginia, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride,” Hotch smiled.

Spencer cupped your cheeks, pulling you as close as he could and kissing you deeply. Everyone cheered as you both interlocked your hands and headed down the aisle.

As soon as you were inside, Spencer pulled you in for a more passionate, sloppy kiss.

“I didn’t want an audience for that,” he grinned, pulling you back in.

“Bleh,” you heard Derek say, who had Penelope on his arm, “Do you guys need to go home already?”

“No, we can wait a few more hours,” you giggled but Spencer whined.

JJ and Will had offered to take Jo for the night so you and Spencer had the house to yourself. You had opted for just spending one night away from Jo rather than a long honeymoon. You were going to take a family vacation all together instead.

A few minutes later, you heard Penelope and Derek announce on the microphone, “Now introducing for the first time ever, Dr. and Mrs. Reid!”

You exited the glass doors once again, holding you and Spencer's interlocked hands up in the air as everyone cheered under the big white canopy with fairy lights.

“Please clear the dance floor for their first dance together as husband and wife,” Penelope smiled.

Bloom by The Paper Kites faded in as Spencer’s arms wrapped around your waist. You rested your head against his chest and wrapped your hands around the back of his neck.

You felt him rubbing small circles on your side with his thumb as he planted a kiss on the top of your head.

“I love you so much, my husband,” you whispered.

“I love you more, my wife,” he smiled.

You swayed gently back and forth until the music faded out. Spencer leaned down and kissed you as you stopped swaying. You completely forgot you were in front of an audience until you pulled away from Spencer and the crowd erupted into a cheer.

You looked into the audience to see Diana twirling Jo around in a circle. Luckily, an aid was able to bring her on such short notice.

After everyone had enjoyed the banquet, Hotch and Emily took the microphone this time.

“Time for the cutting of the cake!” they cheered.

You and Spencer both stood from the main table to go get the first pieces. You both held the knife together, cutting out two pieces.

You grabbed the plate that your slice was on and gently shoved it into Spencer’s nose, laughing as he pulled the plate away, his face covered in white frosting.

“You think that’s funny?” he grinned, grabbing his piece and pressing it into your face.

You continued your giggling fit as he cut another piece.

“Princess, come here!” he called out.

Jo ran up, eager to get a first taste of the cake and you and Spencer pressed another piece right into her face.

Jo stuck her tongue out and licked some off her face, “It tastes good,” she smiled as you and Spencer continued to laugh.

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whore4teamcap · 3 years

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Partners Against Crime

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Gender Neutral Reader

Summary: After your boyfriend takes a promotion, you’re assigned a new partner. How will you both deal with the separation and potential of someone getting in the way?

Warnings: This fanfiction does revolve around law enforcement but I will not include any controversies.

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: Thank you @stucky-my-ship for requesting this! I’m so excited to turn this into a series. Hope you enjoy <3 Thank you so much to those who read! Feedback and interactions are heavily appreciated. Also! Please reach out if you would like to be tagged in future parts and my other projects.

Part 1

You flickered your eyes open as a blaring noise came from beside you. No matter how many years of experience you had with this job, you swore you would never get used to this schedule. Even when you were starting out as a beat cop everything seemed easier. It was probably just the adrenaline from coming straight out of the academy but then your life changed. You were promoted from beat and finally landed your goal job as a detective. You dreamed of being a detective ever since you were little. You smiled softly at the memory of you sneaking downstairs to watch tv behind your parents backs. Often finding yourself glued to crime shows; they fueled your desires to take down criminals.

You throw your arm toward the side table and shut off the alarm. Then you proceed to roll over and frown at the empty bed space beside you. Your boyfriend, James Barnes, well you called him Bucky, just got promoted to Sergeant. He was officially in charge of the precinct you both worked at. Which was both a blessing and a curse. You were so proud of Bucky, he finally got the promotion he has been working his ass off for and the new job came with a lot of good things for him.

But, you couldn't hide the fact that it was gonna severely weigh on you. You and Buck had been partners since you first got promoted to detective. You both really clicked from that day forward. It was gonna take a lot to get used to not having him by your side. In this line of work you need a person you can trust one thousand percent. At the end of the day this person is in charge of your life and you're in charge of theirs. Bucky was the definition of what a partner meant to you. Which is why it was no shock that three years later you both shared an apartment and ended up falling in love. However you just knew the promotion would put a damper on that as well. You had to keep your affair hidden from the precinct and trusted very few people. When you moved in with Bucky, you weren't even allowed to update your address so every now and then you'd make your way over to your old place to pick up mail. Luckily, you hit it off with your old landlord and he helps with anything and everything you need. Although you were certain he did it to eventually get a legal favor. But you didn't mind. It bought you time with the man you love.

Being that the precinct didn't know about you and Bucky, you couldn't stop yourself from worrying about the future. He was no longer your equal. He was your boss and you were terrified of the thought of someone finding out about your relationship. It could get both of you fired or moved to different precincts. Which was the better of the two, but it would be hard to work without each other. You strongly believed what made you best at your job was having him beside you. Or at least in the same work place. This mindset also made you question if your relationship would ever progress more than it was. Of course you wanted to eventually marry Bucky but how would that work with your jobs? There were so many obstacles the two of you faced and it made you even more stressed for your first day without him.

While groaning, you rub your face. Then you gain the strength to pull yourself from the half empty bed. You make your way to the bathroom and turn on the water. Giving it time to heat up while you go grab a towel and pick out clothes for your day. After showering and getting ready, you stepped out of your shared room. The apartment is small and cozy. New York was an expensive city to live in but you both made it work. When you were looking for apartments, you didn't care where you ended up just as long as we were with each other. Being that the apartment was tiny, you could see straight into the kitchen from the hallway. Your eyes fell straight on a note besides the partially full coffee pot. You smile to yourself and walk over. You lift it off the counter and begin to read,

Good morning Doll

I hope you slept well. I left early this morning to get a head start on everything at the station. I made us coffee. I hope it's still good by the time you wake up.

Yours,

Bucky

P.S. Please grab our usual at the deli before you come in

You let out a brief chuckle at the final sentence written on the piece of paper. You grab a travel mug from the cabinet and place it in front of you. Then you proceed to grab the pot and pour it into the cup. After adding creamer and sugar, you bring the cup to your lips and take a small sip. The coffee was good but on the colder side. Therefore you pop it in the microwave while you quickly grab your belongings. When you hear the beep, you remove it and put the lid on. Carrying everything with you out of the door.

While driving to work, you swing by the deli up the road from your apartment building. You park on the busy New York street and quickly get out of your car and run inside. The bell above the door dings and Frank and Linda look up from behind the counter. You shoot them a large smile and they quickly return. The deli was owned by this sweet older couple since the early 70s. They were so kind to you and really cared for their regulars. So much so, they memorized Bucky and your order. Sometimes even having it ready before you arrive in the mornings.

"Good morning (y/n)! Where's Bucky?" Frank asks, his welcoming smile fading into a light frown. He walks toward the edge of the counter to meet you.

"Good morning! He went in early. First day of the new promotion. I'm still gonna bring him breakfast though," you explained while Linda grabbed a brown paper bag from the far counter and brought it toward you.

"Oh! Please tell him we wish him well, would you? We remember like it was yesterday when you both started coming in here. You've come a very long way and were so proud of you both," Linda said kindly. Her words turn your cheeks a dark shade of pink.

You could remember that day like it was yesterday as well. Bucky brought you here on your first day of the job and you've been coming to Frank's since.

"Why don't we stop and get food before we start our case? I know this amazing deli a few blocks away from the station," Detective Barnes suggests and you nod.

His gaze stays on you while you both get into his car. You slide into the passenger seat then proceed to put your seat belt on. You watch him do the same then start the car.

"So how long have you been a detective?" you ask softly, fiddling with your notebook and pen in your lap.

"Bout' 5 years or so. Rogers, the guy you met back at the precinct, he was my partner. We go way back," He replies while he pulls out of his parking spot. Beginning to make his way up the block.

You watched the busy street and took everything in with new eyes. You lived in New York your whole life but the city was still new to you. Your gaze shifts to your partner and you blushed lightly. His dark hair, calming smile and kind personality seemed to draw you in. But you pushed those thoughts away. This was professional and you knew that. However you found yourself incredibly lucky to be partnered with someone who already gave you such a welcoming homely feeling.

"Whatcha thinking about, (y/l/n)?" he asks. Shifting his attention from the road to you. His eyes connected with yours and suddenly all of your first day jitters went away.

His eye snapped back to the road and he began puling to a stop. Veering off to the right side of the road into an empty parking spot. Once his eyes snapped away, you took a deep breath and looked away as well.

"Just trying to get a good read on my partner. Making sure he's not dirty or part of something that'll get me killed," you say jokingly. You let out a laugh at your own stupid explanation and Barnes' attention quickly turned back to you. The corners of his mouth instantly went up and he shot you a toothy grin.

"Don't worry. If you're with me long enough. I'd let you in on my dirty cop side. No need to fear for your life," He joked back. Holding up his hands as if he were surrendering.

"All about the money in the end, isn't it Barnes?" You asked, continuing this forming inside joke.

"Oh definitely."

You both get out of the vehicle and you notice a big sign above the small deli. The name reading FRANK'S. You both walk inside and you smile as you're greeted by a seemingly older couple. You have been to countless deli's in New York State but this one gave you a great feeling. You didn't have family in the city. So it amazed you how quickly strangers could become such a crucial piece in your life.

She hands the order to you and you begin to pull out your wallet. Frank instantly puts his hand up and smiles, "Please it's on the house today. Also don't forget your coffee! Feel free to grab one for Bucky too."

"Thank you so much," was all you managed to reply with. Their utter kindness always brought so much love to your heart.

You notice you forgot the mugs so you walk out of the shop toward your car. You unlock it and pull on the passenger side door. You put the food in your car. Then lean over and grab your nearly empty travel mug from home and the spare from your car. You bring them inside so you can quickly fill them up before making a b line to work.

When you arrive, you walked into the precinct with your hands full. Doing your best to carefully get to your desk. You notice Bucky making himself at home in his new office and you can't help but feel an overwhelming amount of happiness for your boyfriend. He looks so excited and you were so incredibly proud of him. You set your coffee down then pull out your breakfast sandwich placing it on your desk. You grab the brown bag and Bucky's coffee wasting no time before you walk into his office. The man instantly looks up from his papers with a smile.

"Good morning beautiful. Is that for me?" He asks softly, keeping his voice low enough so no one hears.

"Good morning Sergeant Barnes," you say with a small smirk growing on your lips. You move closer to the desk and set everything down. "Linda and Frank gave us our food for free today. They wanted to congratulate you on the promotion. They're very proud of you."

"That's very kind of them. I needed this. Thanks for picking up the food. Rogers told me to come in early and I'm kinda glad I did because he was able to give me the full run down. Hopefully everything goes smoothly from here on out. Although it was weird coming in alone. I hope that won't become a regular thing. Despite the headache, I love our chaotic mornings," Bucky explains followed by a small chuckle. Your mind instantly recalls how usually your mornings consisted of you both fighting for space to get ready. Except you also both secretly adored the morning due to the fact Bucky loves to wake you up with light kisses.

"I agree. I really hope it's not regular. I already lost my partner, the last thing I want to lose is alone time with my boyfriend," you sigh then force a slight laugh. You didn't mean for it to come off in an upsetting way, but you realized it did when the room fell silent.

"Is my new partner coming in today?" You ask curiously, unable to find anything but awkwardness after your statement. You pay close attention to his face and notice a sour look appear. Maybe he wasn't taking it as well as you thought.

"Yeah. He should be in soon," Bucky replies and you nod. You walk out of his office and make your way to your own desk.

You unwrap your sandwich and use one hand to eat and the other to flip through your files. Taking in all of the new information for the case you are starting. You quickly finish your food then you take a large sip of your coffee. You haven't been given any information on your new partner so you wanted to make sure you knew as much as you could about your mutual assignment. Just in case you were stuck with someone inexperienced.

After about a half hour of being lost in thought while analyzing your papers, Bucky's strong voice fills the room. You look up and catch his gaze. He motions for you to come toward him; you get up from your chair and follow behind him into his office. Inside you see a man sitting in one of the two chairs across from Bucky's. He had on black dress pants, a light blue button up shirt and a black blazer. The outfit complimented his body quite well. Your focus moves up to his face, noticing his piercing blue eyes and his slightly long blonde hair. You hear a fake cough come from Bucky and instantly look at him.

"Detective (y/l/n), this is your new partner. You guys will be working the Reagan case together."

The man stands up from his chair and eyes you up and down. He finally extends his hand to you and you shake it.

"Hi, I'm Detective John Walker."

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joaquinwhorres · 3 years

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Blank Out - Ch. 2 (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

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SUMMARY ››››› Bucky Barnes has a list of names–amends he needs to make. When he gets to yours, he finds the amends process a bit more…difficult than it should be.

WORD COUNT ››››› 3,550-ish

WARNINGS ››››› language

A/N ››››› I’ve decided that this story calls for alternating perspectives. Also, lemme know what you think about how this explores post-End Game life.

"You know Bucky Barnes?!"

Rocio was upon you before you had even fully entered the dining room. Despite the fact that it was probably cutting off her circulation, the eight year old was still proudly wearing her "Soldier Arm". You were surprised she could even put it on anymore, a thought that brought on the bittersweet feeling of nostalgia. When the two of you had constructed the costume four years ago, you had needed to roll the ends of the glove up and then safety pin it to the top of Rocio's sleeve to keep it from sliding off. Now it didn't even reach her shoulder anymore.

"I never mentioned that?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No!" Rocio exclaimed

"Oh," you shrugged, rounding the table and passing by a wiggling Ravi in his booster seat.

Rocio fell into step behind you letting out an indignant and frustrated sound. "Why didn't you ever tell me?"

She had an amazing and irritating talent for both shouting and whining at the same time. You breathed out your annoyance through her nose.

"Rocio," you said, flatly. "Do you really think I know Bucky Barnes and kept it a secret from you?"

The little girl pouted for a second as she thought it over before slowly shaking her head. "You're not very good at keeping secrets."

"Hey," you pointed a finger at her. "I never told anyone about your crush on Spider-Man did I?"

"I was six!"

"And yet, old enough to propose," you grinned, remembering finding the letter Rocio had addressed to Spider-Man with haphazardly spaced and sized letters. It had taken a few attempts to decipher some of the spelling, but it had proven excellent material to tease Rocio about for the past two years.

Your niece scowled at you and marched back to the table, dramatically throwing herself back into her chair.

You turned back to the stove and the probably cold eggs, smiling to yourself in victory. It was a brief moment of peace as you dished eggs onto three plates because the moment you popped the first one in the microwave, the interrogation started back up.

"Well, if you don't know him, why was he here?"

"He wanted to talk to me and your mom," you said, watching the eggs spin round and round.

"About what?"

"The weather."

"Y/N!" Rocio hit her hand against the table, causing Ravi to jump in his seat and stare at his sister with wide eyes.

You whirled on your niece. "Rocio Ishani, you know better."

"Sorry," Rocio mumbled, casting her eyes down to the table--one of her tells of genuine embarrassment and regret. The microwave beeped, and you sighed, switching the plate out for another one.

"I don't know what he wants to have a conversation about. He was here for three minutes and you did most of the talking. And even if I did know," you added on, stopping Rocio before words could come out of the little girl's open mouth. "I don't think it's a child friendly conversation. Which means when he comes, you're going to your room."

"He's coming back?"

You nodded. "When your mom comes to pick you up," you said, stopping the eggs with six seconds left on the clock. You took the two plates to the table, setting the hot one down in front of your seat and the warm one in front of Rocio. You raised your eyebrows at your niece, gesturing with your head to the kitchen before turning back to get Ravi's plate. Rocio trailed you in, pulling out the silverware drawer to get forks for the three of you and tearing off three paper towels as napkins. She still hadn't quite grasped that Ravi wouldn't be using a napkin however much he needed one. Instead, she ripped one half sheet into a quarter, as if that would convince him to use it in the same way that the small bright green fork convinced him to be somewhat civilized in his eating instead of using his hands.

It was a few more minutes before you were all at the table, ready to eat.

"Your arm, please," you said, gesturing to Rocio's glove. The little girl put up no fight, shimmying out of it and lightly laying it on the empty chair next to her, signature side up so she could admire it all of breakfast.

While the interrogation seemed to be over, talk of the Avengers was not. Most of the breakfast conversation revolved around ranking the Avengers from most powerful to least powerful, and most helpful to least helpful, and the ever ambiguous "best" to "worst." And then, as it did with young kids, talk bounced from subject to subject--connected only by the vaguest semblance of eight year old logic. It ended with a request to watch Wild Kratts after breakfast.

You did.

You did a lot of other things after breakfast too.

You made and played with play dough and stopped when you noticed Ravi was alternating between building with his and eating it.

You each drew pictures for Lilly with varying degrees of realism, had a fashion show turned impromptu dance party, and played hide and seek during Ravi's nap. (Rocio was such a good hider that you hadn't found her until after Ravi woke up, and you were definitely looking very hard and not reading a book.)

You painted each other's nails, and built an epic race car track for Ravi and made individual pizzas.

You raked leaves outside and picked a few favorites to press in books and even found time to fit in a small hurt self/strong self activity before Lilly arrived.

You were in the middle of deconstructing eating your creations when the front door opened.

"Where is my family?"

You looked up with a smile and gestured towards the door, but Rocio remained put. "We're in here!" she shouted, fingers sticky with peanut butter and fluff.

Lilly sauntered into the room, her emerald green suit still pressed and wrinkleless despite a day on the job. She arched her perfectly threaded eyebrows as she looked at you and daughter and the table all covered in graham cracker crumbs. "Looks like you three had a good day."

"Yep!" Rocio chirped, and Lilly clicked forward and into the corner of the room where Ravi was playing with his two cars on a section of the track.

"How is it my two year old is the least messy of the three of you?" she asked, bending over to press a kiss to Ravi's head. He squirmed away, continuing to move his cars along the track.

You laughed as Rocio licked a finger clean of peanut butter. "Because Ravi takes after you, and Rocio takes after me," you said, grinning at Rocio. Lilly frowned and crossed back over to the girls. "Don't worry though, I think we're all adventured out, so tomorrow we're just going to sit and stare at the walls."

"No!" Rocio shouted, and Lilly hushed her.

You tilted your head as if thinking. "I guess we could wash my car," you said, tapping your chin with a finger. "And the baseboards do need some dusting."

Rocio let out a dramatic groan, and you laughed, picking up a napkin to rub away at the spot of marshmallow fluff on her chin.

"Well, if you're not going to clean my house, you can at least clean your hands."

Rocio gave you a look of exasperation that she should have been much too young to even think about giving. Nevertheless, she slid out of her chair and headed to the sink, Lilly stopping her en route so she could press a kiss to the top of her daughter's head.

"How was work?" you asked as Lilly sunk into Rocio's vacated chair.

"People are idiots," Lilly rolled her eyes, giving a sigh.

"Says the literal genius," you returned, and Lilly snorted, shaking her head.

"It doesn't take a genius to follow simple instructions. I'll lay everything out for them, and even with pictures, they can't complete a single build without running into some potentially catastrophic error."

"That's not what you want to hear from the lead engineer at Stark Energy."

Rocio skipped back to the table, and Lilly scooched out her chair, gesturing for Rocio to come sit on her lap. The little girl veered off early though, instead attempting to climb into your lap. You shook her head, casting a quick glance at your sister who dropped her open arms.

"Your mom's missed you," you said, gesturing with her head across the table.

"I live with her," Rocio whined.

"And?" Lilly asked, moving her chair back up to the table. "I still miss you when I work."

"Really?" Rocio asked, walking over to the chair next to Lilly, and claiming it.

"Really," Lilly assured, placing an arm on the back of Rocio's chair, gently combing through her daughter's hair with her fingers. She looked up at you offering a small, weak smile before looking back down at her daughter. Her brow creased. "What are you sitting on?" she asked, tugging at something underneath Rocio. The little girl joined her mom in looking down, her eyes lighting up as she recognized the object.

"My Soldier Arm! Oh yeah! Guess who we met today!"

"Who?" Lilly asked.

"No, guess!"

You would have to teach your niece about the art of not playing a guessing game after making the answer so obvious. Then again, it still seemed so surreal that Bucky Barnes would turn up at your doorstep, that even with the "Soldier Arm", you doubted that Lilly would guess.

Lilly pursed her lips, putting on a show of thought. "Was it--"

There was a knock at the front door interrupting Lilly's guess. Rocio practically launched herself from the chair, already halfway out of the room by the time she could scream "I'll get it!"

"No!" Ravi shouted. His usual reaction when Rocio was too loud, too energetic, too Rocio.

Lilly exhaled a laugh at her son before turning back to you. "This was too much sugar," she said, circling a finger around Rocio's half-eaten creation. You laughed and Lilly smiled, and it felt nice for things to be normal between you--easy. Even if it was just for a moment.

A moment that was brought to a screeching halt by Rocio dragging Bucky Barnes into the combined kitchen and dining room by the hand.

"We met Bucky Barnes!" she chirped.

Lilly's face went slack, only managing to get out a small "Holy shit." Your eyes didn't linger long on your sister though. Instead your gaze was drawn to Bucky Barnes who looked vaguely amused at Rocio.

"Rocio, release your captive," you prompted, and reluctantly, Rocio released his hand, taking a few steps back towards her mother to give him some space.

"Is this--are you--what is happening here?" Lilly asked, looking between Bucky and you and Rocio, as if one of you had a reasonable explanation for this.You had only ever seen your sister this flustered twice before. Both of the previous occasions had been heartbreaking and traumatic, and you'd never quite gotten to experience how funny flustered Lilly was.

"He wants to talk to you and Y/N about something!" Rocio filled in.

Lilly's head whipped to you. "You know him?" she whispered, as if this was some secret conversation for your ears only.

You shook her head. "No, he just came by this morning and asked to speak with us."

"About what?" Lilly asked, furrowing her eyebrows and looking back to Bucky.

"I don't know."

For all of the differences between Lilly and Rocio--and there were many--their brain processing was eerily similar.

Bucky cleared his throat, drawing your attention back to him. "I um--I don't know if you want--" he gestured to Rocio. "Here for this."

"Rocio, go to your ro--the playroom," you corrected.

"I promise I'll be quiet if you let me--" Rocio started, and Lilly cut her off.

"Rocio, take your brother and go up to the playroom please,"

"But--" Rocio's face melted into the start of a complaint, but there a sharp cut of her mother's eyes stopped her dead. You remembered being on the receiving end of that look quite a few times while she was growing up. If anything it'd grown in power.

Rocio stomped forward, taking Ravi by the hand who whined and complained until she let him pick up a few cars to take with him, and the two exited the room, heavy footsteps echoing up the staircase.

You turned back to Bucky who was staring over Lilly's head, at the wall of family pictures.

The idea had hit you four years ago after Rocio woke up crying from a nightmare. Together, you spent the night going through old photo albums and Facebook albums, searching for the best pictures of the family. You ended the night with about forty pictures that needed to be framed, and the whole project took about a week to finish.

Every time the two of you ate lunch together over the past four years, Rocio would choose a picture, and you would tell her the story behind the picture. Your eyes flitted amongst them now.

There was the first time Lilly held you as a baby which was also the first time you smiled. Lilly's high school graduation--one of the few pictures with both of your parents in it, hovering on either side of Lilly as a six year old you sat on her hip. Lilly and Hector's beautiful wedding day. Lilly and Hector at your high school graduation. Lilly and you at the baby shower for Rocio, and Lilly and Hector at the shower for Ravi. There was one of Rocio's grandparents meeting her for the first time, and a good number of photos documenting your visits out to the family. Before the blip.

During your four years together, you and Rocio had also taken pictures of memories the family couldn't be there for and hung them on the wall; reminders of stories to tell should they ever return.

Rocio and you moving into a new house.

Rocio's first day of Kindergarten, first, and second grade.

The two of you and Rocio's ill-fated hamster, Churro.

Birthday parties and day trips that the rest of the family should have attended.

Bucky stared at the pictures, his frown deepening.

"Would you like to sit?" Lilly invited, allowing her collected professional persona to seep into her voice and straighten her spine.

The super soldier nodded, choosing the chair at the end of the table, closest to the door. He wet his lips, his eyes drawn from the pictures and down to the wooden table. It was strange seeing an Avenger--someone who had fought Thanos--seem so nervous in the company of two ordinary women.

He reminded you of the fourth graders who entered your office.

The fourth graders were always so hesitant to work with you--terrified of opening up and showing even a glimpse of vulnerability. It took three sessions just to get them to admit that they weren't fine and a few more before they lost the skittish look in their eyes. You doubted Bucky would be pried open by bags of chips or any of her fidgets, but figured you could at least try.

"Can I get you something to drink?" you asked, and Bucky shook his head.

"I don't want to take up too much of your time."

You nodded, and Lilly cocked her head. "So what brings an Avenger to my sister's house?"

He wet his lips and then looked up at the pair of you. "You're part of my efforts to make amends." Bucky made an attempt at a smile.

Across the table, Lilly's chest constricted with barely suppressed laughter, and the corners of your lips twitched in and out of a smile. Whoever had advised him to smile, surely hadn't meant for him to smile like that.

"What are you here to make amends for?" Lilly asked, her voice steady and betraying none of her amusement.

"I…" his eyes drifted back to the wall of pictures looming beside the group. "I'm the one responsible for your parents death."

You felt the world stop.

Or maybe it wasn't the world, maybe you stopped. Maybe every single atom within you stilled for a moment. Maybe your brain shut down and heart paused its beating, keeping you from thinking or feeling anything other than the numbness of shock. Because as surprising as it was for Bucky Barnes to show up on your doorstep at ten in the morning, you never expected he was responsible for changing your entire life.

"I know there's nothing, I could ever do to truly make amends--"

"You don't need to make amends."

Everything seemed to restart then. Your heart picked up its beating and brain whirred into action, sifting through memories and thoughts you'd long ago pushed to the back of your mind and locked there to remain untouched even by years of therapy.

Your skin prickled with flashes of images. The dark figure at the top of the staircase, the glint of metal you'd assumed was a gun in his hand, the cold blankness of his stare as his eyes bore into yours. And then the horror and sick relief of finding your parents in the moments after his disappearance.

"They were horrible people, and I'm glad they're dead. Thank you for salvaging my childhood"

"Y/N," Lilly gasped, horrified.

"You hated them too," you argued back. "Don't pretend you're not glad that Rocio and Ravi never have to meet them."

"Our relationship with our parents aside, they were still our parents. The least we can do is not thank the man who murdered them in their sleep."

Bucky for his part looked completely bewildered as his eyes darted between the two arguing sisters.

You shook your head. "You were more of a parent to me than they ever were."

"And it's because of that that I remember you waking up screaming every night for three years. So if you're not going to ask for amends for our parents' murder, at least ask for amends for what you had to go through because of him."

"My nightmares aren't because of him," you dismissed. Lilly would never believe--let alone understand--the reason behind your nightmares.

Seeing the argument was fruitless, Lilly tsked and dismissed you with a flip of her hair, turning instead to address Bucky. "Why?"

"Why…" Bucky stumbled along, confused by the conversational whiplash or the vague question.

"Why did you kill our parents?" Lilly demanded.

"Does it matter?" you asked.

"It matters to me."

You stared at your sister for a solid thirty seconds before, and shutting your eyes and bowing your head in surrender. Lilly didn't understand. If you had it your way, Lilly would never understand. You would never burden your sister like that.

Bucky swallowed hard. "I wasn't told the specifics of every...assignment. All I know is that your parents were working on something HYDRA wanted, and when they were offered a chance to join the cause, they declined. I was tasked with eliyoution and retrieval."

"Retrieval?" Lilly pressed

"Of their research."

Lilly gave him a single nod before looking down at the table in front of her. "I didn't even know they were conducting their own research."

You felt her skin prickle, an icy hot sensation shooting through your veins. Carefully calm, you reached across the table, palms open for your sister's hands. Lilly placed her hands into yours. "They never let us get to know them," you said gently, squeezing Lilly's hands. "That's why I'm angry and you're hurt."

Even as you said this, you could feel Bucky's gaze on you, intently studying your motions and facial expressions.

You looked back at him. "Thank you for coming to tell us. I'm sure it wasn't easy."

He nodded, his brow still slightly creased as he looked at her. And then his gaze flicked to Lilly, and you released a breath.

"I know it doesn't mean much--it doesn't change anything, but I'm not the person who did that anymore. I am no longer the Winter Soldier. I am James "Bucky" Barnes."

Lilly nodded, releasing your hands and looking Bucky square in the face. Her own expression was completely neutral, not a trace of a tear or any of the hurt she'd voiced.

"If you want to make amends, you should come here for Thanksgiving."

Neither you nor Bucky had been expecting that. Your instinctive reaction was to snort out a laugh as if it were a joke, and Bucky looked like the very dictionary definition of confusion: brow knitted together, eyes narrowed, mouth hanging open.

"It would mean the world to my daughter. You can think about it as replacing a memory of my daughter meeting her grandparents. you's right, this will probably be a happier memory anyway."

"You have to come!" Rocio rushed into the room, you and Lilly shouting her name in a mixture of surprise, horror, and reprimand. The eight year old made no excuses or explanations. Instead she stood by Bucky's chair, peering up at him with a bright intensity only a child could muster. "Please."

Bucky looked away from Rocio to Lilly and then you. "Ok."

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jaskiersvalley · 4 years

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Immortals

A @sugar-and-spice-witcher-bingo fill. Special shout out to @chubbykatsudon for bouncing ideas around.

Prompt: Meet Ugly Title (optional): Immortals Relationships (romantic/platonic/etc): Geralt/Jaskier Rating: M (for (not permanent) murder) Content Warnings: Murder attempts of immortal friends for the sake of entertainment. Summary: Sometimes living forever is just boring. There’s nothing to do except literally kill time.

Being an immortal was boring. The middle ages had been especially dull and Vesemir had encouraged them to play knights in shining armour. It had been fun at the time but, on reflection, it was probably just Vesemir trying to get his idiots out of his hair for a bit. Then humanity seemed to decide it had had enough of stagnating and began to invent things. Fun things. Like the toaster. Lambert picked up on of the first models and took it home with glee, presenting it to Eskel.

“New bath water heater,” he said.

All too trusting and happy, Eskel took it, deciding that taking a bath was exactly what he needed to do to relax. From the armchair Vesemir watched him go with a soft sigh and turned back to his knitting. Not half an hour later the lights in the house started flickering and there was a noise from the bathroom while Lambert cackled. As the fuses blew in the house, Vesemir gave Lambert a flat, unamused stare and continued to knit in the dark. Thankfully, Geralt was as dutiful as ever and turned the lights back on while Eskel emerged from the bathroom looking a little frazzled.

“Spicy water,” he announced and shook his head, spraying water from his hair in all directions. While Lambert cackled, Vesemir tutted.

It went on like that, new inventions and new ways to kill each other. Or rather, not kill each other because they just never died. Not even a stilling of the heart and no breathing, only to dramatically come back to life. That would have been fun at least. Alas, they just endured whatever time threw at them with as much or as little grace as they had.

It was rare to find someone like them but rumour had it that there was another. And he was having a grand old time with the modern phenomenon of global fame. Jaskier was irritating(ly pretty) if anyone asked Geralt. But nobody really wanted or needed his opinion so he stayed quiet. Another immortal friend was always a nice idea so they went to his concerts, listened to his music and reached out to get to know him. Their first meeting was looming, they’d been exchanging messages, chatting but not actually met in the flesh. Still, they all wanted to make a good impression so there was a lot of preparation going on to look their best.

“What’s that?” Geralt asked as Lambert and Eskel were leaning over a new contraption.

“It’s a new tanning device,” Eskel declared, pushing the microwave towards him. “You’re so pale, we figured you’d want to look a little more healthy when meeting Jaskier.”

Lambert’s smile held nothing but cheerful malice. “I accidentally broke it a bit. What you have to do is plug it in, put your head in the machine and push with a fork on the latch. Set the timer to how long you want to be in there toasting for.”

Suspicious but not knowing any better, Geralt did as told. Behind him the other two were snickering, probably because it was such a stupid machine. All it did was hum and whirr noisily while forcing Geralt into a strange position, bent over the kitchen counter with his head in the opening. Once the machine dinged, he pulled out and looked at the other two.

“Well?” There was no change and Geralt grumbled. “Useless machine. At least it hums more in tune that Jaskier.”

With that, he wandered off, feeling quite warm but otherwise no different to usual.

“At least he looked like an idiot,” Eskel sighed. “That will have to be consolation enough.”

For a first meeting, they had grand plans. It had been a while since they pranked Vesemir so the idea was slowly blossoming. To make sure Jaskier was the kind of person they’d want to maintain a friendship with (no matter how pretty he was), they decided to rope him into it too. It was a very simple plan involving some nuts, a revolving door and an umbrella. As long as Jaskier brought the umbrella and played along, they were going to be golden.

The big meeting was approaching. Vesemir had asked his idiots to be on best behaviour and extracted false promises from them. They were to meet in a bar with private booths, able to get to know each other in a neutral but not public setting. After all, wherever Jaskier went, he got mobbed by fans.

As they walked into the booth, Lambert grinned at the sight of the umbrella. This was going to be perfect. Filing in, they sat on the semi-circle of the bench. Geralt got ushered in next to Jaskier followed quickly by Lambert and Eskel. It left Vesemir on Jaskier’s other side which was just fine. Perfect even for the greatest prank. There was a bowl of peanuts on the table and, as introductions were being made (with Geralt being impressively lacking on the verboseness, too struck down by how much better Jaskier looked in real life), Vesemir munched away on a couple.

All chatter came to a sudden stop and Eskel swung his legs off Lambert’s lap when Vesemir choked on a peanut. That wasn’t part of the plan. The coughing wouldn’t stop and then the hand waving started so Jaskier thumped him on the back to no avail. Rather dramatically, Vesemir tried to get up and collapsed.

Lambert brayed with laughter. “How fucking undignified.”

They waited for Vesemir to pick himself up. Or even move. The longer he was on the floor unmoving, the more awkward the silence got.

“Get up old man,” Lambert huffed.

Eskel tried to be a bit more gentle. “Vesemir?”

There was no response. Eskel made a move to get up but Jaskier beat him to it, crouching by Vesemir. A hand on his pulse then a listen to his chest. Slowly, Jaskier looked up at the three.

“He’s dead.”

“He can’t be,” Geralt replied hoarsely. “We don’t die.”

“No pulse. No breathing. No response.” Jaskier gave Vesemir an experimental poke in the cheek. “Seems pretty dead to me.”

Eskel’s quiet “oh shit” was the start of the panicked rushing to Vesemir’s side and trying to rouse him. There were three very panicked adopted sons around him while Jaskier took a step back and watched.

“This can’t be!” Lambert’s protests were weak. “He can’t be dead.”

His eyes were tearing up a little as Eskel pulled Vesemir up and cradled the limp body against his chest. “Please wake up?”

Jaskier couldn’t help but think they were like children. However, Geralt sat back and he peered at Vesemir’s face.

“Um. Do the dead smile?”

That was all it took and Vesemir burst out into a roaring laugh doubled over. Each time he looked up, he started laughing again and Jaskier snickered along too.

“What?” Geralt looked dumbfounded.

It was Eskel who pursed his lips and looked between Jaskier and Vesemir. “I think we’ve been had. And we have a traitor in our midst.”

In two short steps Geralt had Jaskier pinned against the wall. “You two faced scoundrel. I bite my thumb at you!”

Delighted, Jaskier just grinned as Geralt carried on. “Damn you. Go out with me.”

Lambert wolf-whistled as Jaskier leaned in to kiss Geralt into silence.

“Welcome to the family.”

#geraskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier #lambert #eskel #vesemir #immortals au #sugar and spice bingo #tldr: being an immortal is boring

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Anyone but Him [Fic Rec]

I’ve joined the Exploding Snap game this year (organized by the wonderful @gameofdrarry) and this is my fourth rec for this game! (If you’re wondering about the others, you can find them here, here & here)

Title: Anyone but Him

Author: @coriesocks

Rating: Explicit

Exploding Snap Trope: A College AU!

Word Count: 19k

Read if you're looking for: Fluff, College AU, Light Humour, Harry’s POV

Summary: Harry thought going to a Muggle university would be the perfect opportunity for a new start. He hadn’t counted on having Draco Malfoy as a flatmate.

There’s something wonderful about kitchens and I feel like this fic captured perfectly how life revolves around that room. The entire cast of characters meet and interact there and the room witnesses both the good (the comfortable conversations around their lectures and majors) and the bad (the awful tension simmering between the Slytherins and the others).

A lot of the characters we know and love (Luna, Neville, Blaise, Seamus, Pansy…) are grouped in the same dorm as Harry and I loved seeing them interact and slowly get more used to each other. It was fascinating to see them discover the joys of college life and learn to get along.

With Malfoy as a flatmate, though, Harry has more trouble than the rest leaving the past behind. And when odd noises start coming from the kitchen in the middle of the night, Harry becomes determined to discover the culprit. His old paranoia and stalking habits come back with a force (although, in his defence, the lack of sleep would drive anyone ‘round the bend).

So if you’re hoping for a relaxing read and a few laughs, head over to AO3 now!

Some of my favourite parts: (1) The kitchen was beautifully still and quiet at night. It was rare for Harry to be there without company even if he was just dashing in for a coffee or a snack, so he’d never fully appreciated how peaceful it could be. Even the competing hum of the fridge-freezers was calming. He carefully tilted his head to get a better look out of the floor-to-ceiling window.

(2) “He thinks the microwave is embodied with the spirit of Voldemort and that Malfoy is using it to try and kill him,” Hermione said, talking as if Harry wasn’t sat right there. “Surely you don’t expect him to do anything as sensible as talk.”.

Songs to listen to while reading: “You’re somebody else” by Flora Cash, “Friday I’m in love” The Cure, “I knew you were trouble” Taylor Swift

#fic rec #drarry #my rec

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Alright you guys this turned into an absolute monster of a fic rec. It’s organised by word count in descending order, and ALL FICS HAVE A HAPPY ENDING!! i don’t read fics that don’t end happy so even if a fic seems scary you can rest assured it ends fine if it’s here.

Special shoutout to @thisissirius (same ao3 handle) and @getbvcked (attolians (annber) on ao3) i have all their fics bookmarked so i didn’t include them individually in this list but you should check them out because every fic they put out is amazing.

the rest is under the cut:

Breaking and Entering by AngelCuttingOnions (g/1k): Have you ever been terrified to lose something that isn’t even yours? Digging helplessly at the mud with your bare hands, so determined not to let go, not to give up. Your heart going so fast you think it might just beat out of your chest.

in any place you'll allow by barelyprolific (m/1k): Cleaning duty has never looked as good as Evan Buckley waxing floors.Or, Eddie Diaz finally makes his move.

Care and Keeping by BlackRose (m/1k): Eddie's alive, but he almost wasn't. Buck's determined to keep him safe now more than ever. Eddie, wants Buck to feel seen.

Cool for the Summer by Onlymystory (e/1k): Buck comes over to apologize to Eddie. It's a very good apology.

fireworks have nothing on you by inkandella (nr/1k): Buck’s tears had dried not too long ago, but his hands still shook as he wrung them. Bobby had just left to deal with, well, everything, but Buck remained by the truck, refusing to drag his eyes from Eddie for even a second. Eventually it was just Hen and Chim that remained, and Buck could finally see Eddie clearly. The man’s face was streaked with mud, dirt, and blood, his shoulders were bowed and eyes stared blankly off somewhere ahead of him. Buck bit his lips, but it didn’t really help him from asking again. “Is he okay?”Or; Buck finally does something about it.

Hotel Complaints and Grievances Raised by asexual-fandom-queen (m/2k): After a night out with the 118, Eddie wakes up with Buck naked in bed, and a barrage of feelings to face.

fight so dirty/love so sweet by homewrecker (m/2k): Buck and Eddie go for the title.

YOUR MOUTH IS HEAVEN by AgnesClementine (t/2k): A tongue piercing. Buck has a tongue piercing. Which is fine. Totally fine. Eddie is absolutely not going to lose sleep because of that information.

Zoom Into My Heart by Shaniamr (m/2k): Buck didn't know that zoom shared your private chats at the end of the meeting, but he's about to find out.

collisions in the dark by Marcia Elena (marciaelena) (e/2k): Eddie and Christopher spend the night at Buck's. Coda to 3x09.

What do you need? by RealOrFiction (e/2k): Buck has needs. Needs that haven't been met in a while.

Great Game by LovelyLittleGrim (e/2k): Buck’s watching him, waiting for some type of response. “Scared, Diaz?”“I don’t have any reason to be scared, Buckley.” He meets Buck’s eyes, lips quirked and murmurs, “I always come out on top.”

Buck Wild by Ithinkwehaveanemergency (m/2k): Eddie accidentally finds out that his best friend, coworker, and secret crush has done gay porn.

no greater joy by elisela (g/2k): When he wakes again, he finds Buck and Christopher out in the backyard, snuggled into the hammock that Buck had brought over months earlier, the day after Christopher had offhandedly mentioned that he’d been in one during a camping trip once and liked it. Buck was fooling no one when he said he’d happened to find it in storage, and Eddie had helped him set it up immediately, basking in the second-hand glow of Buck’s complete adoration of his son.

No Rest for the Wicked by Wassereis (e/2k): Eddie gets home early. What he finds wasn't what he expected.

people who love the same by templemarker (t/2k): Buck was just reheating a plate for Eddie when he heard a very familiar snort behind him."Okay, what now," he said expectantly."So," Hen drawled, "you have one plate on the counter, steaming, already had a couple of bites. And now you've got a second plate," she gestured at the microwave to the reheating lasagne, "and we all know who that plate's for."Buck looked at her, tilting his head. "I mean, I always make a plate for Eddie," he said, confused.

One Week by elisela (g/3k): Christopher's week revolves around Buck.

wherever I'm with you by anonymous (g/3k): In which Buck can't settle down in his own apartment until he realizes the true meaning of the word home.Or; Sleeping is easier when it's with Eddie.

To Be Whole by mansikka (t/3k): They say that when you and your soulmate are ready to meet, whatever they write on their skin will appear on yours, and vice versa. Which Buck thinks is bullshit. Right up until words start appearing on his arm.

Pull The Pin by islandgirl (g/3k): Everything they've been feeling and not saying is like a grenade between them and damn it all, Buck is ready to pull the pin, let the explosion happen and for everything to fall into place.

Long Overdue by mansikka (m/3k): Eddie realizes his feelings for Buck are more than platonic; what's he supposed to do now?

you could write this love in stone by chocolatebirdie (nr/4k): "Whatever happens, after tonight, I just want you to know that your friendship has meant everything to me. You’re my best friend, Eddie. You and Chris are – are like family to me. And I’m really grateful to have met you both.”“Why does this sound like you’re breaking up with me?” Eddie asks. The confusion-amusement ratio has started to skew towards the former, with an added dose of concern. Well maybe if he’d shut up and let Buck talk, Eddie wouldn’t be so puzzled.Did he have to use the phrase “break up,” though? Buck’s not sure he can stand the implication.

you can always be found by chocolatebirdie (nr/4k): Abby's back in LA, and she keeps trying to get in touch with Buck. The only problem? He's literally always with Eddie.

Until the Dancing Ends by suyari (g/4k): It’s been the strangest day of his life to date.Or the one where everyone's seen the footage of the rescue but Eddie.

when the hardest part is over by Anonymous (g/4k): “It’s okay,” Buck rasps out, tight against Eddie’s ear. “We got you back. We got you. You’re safe.”It sounds like he’s reassuring himself as much as Eddie – might even be saying it for Christopher’s sake even though the boy is blissfully unaware of what’s happened tonight. A mantra spoken to the night like a victory speech, a reminder that it could take nothing away from them.

Not Done by red_to_black (nr/4k): Buck volunteered to get into the ambulance with him, knowing the risks. He's pinching the guy's skin and saying, "Take it out," and Eddie, for the first time since leaving the military, feels it - a connection. A kindred spirit. A purpose that tethers him to reality. A person relying on him to get the job done.(or - a list of things Eddie Diaz couldn't give up on, including himself.)

Talk About It by DoneInLove (e/4k): You want to send me your dickpic?Just to see if it looks okay. Buck starts sending Eddie his dick pics before he sends them to other people.Eddie doesn't know why he decided this was a good idea.

Guessing Game by Arsenal (t/4k): Buck overhears Eddie telling his mother that he has feelings for someone and drives himself nuts trying to figure out who is possibly could be. aka yet another oblivious Buck fic

Happy Buck Day by Jecari (g/5k): After pushing the balloons tied to Christopher's crutch away, Eddie finds his best friend frowning, mouth agape. Buck looks adorable."It's not my birthday," Buck points out after shaking his head."We know," Christopher laughs.

Buck Is My Warrior by elisela (g/5k): “We’ll be filming a special edition of American Ninja Warrior,” Troy announces after the introduction to the current contestant ends, “focused on our brave first responders. Go to our website to find out more details and how to submit your videos.”Oh.“Buddy,” Eddie says, “I don’t really know if that’s my thing.”Christopher looks at him, then down at his feet and mumbles something.“Didn’t catch that, kiddo,” Eddie says, reaching out and pressing two fingers under Chris’ chin to tilt his face back up.“I said,” Christopher says, “I want to nominate Buck.”

Eddie Diaz and the Cat-astrophe at the 118 by SquaresAreNotCircles (g/5k): It’s Chimney who rescues her from the tree, but it’s Bobby’s arms that she curls up in on the drive over to the vet to get her checked out. Right from the start, it’s as if she knows who she needs to cozy up with to secure her spot at the station.“Come on, that’s crazy,” Buck says, but he does so while laughing not at Eddie, but at the grey tabby cat trying to get her claws on the fake mouse on a string that Buck bought with his own money, so Eddie doesn’t put too much stock in his opinion.Or: The firefam adopts a mascot and Eddie has a minor crisis about it.

Evan Buckley and a Series of Unintended Consequences by Shaniamr (e/6k): Buck has been hurt on the job and has lost the ability to use his hands while they heal. Eddie jumps at the opportunity to help Buck with anything he needs. Anything.

Love Language by red_to_black (nr/6k): The one in which there's too much pollen around, Eddie pines, and Buck is oblivious.Or - Eddie's love language is acts of service, and Buck doesn't totally get it.

The Other Woman by MomentsOfWeakness (t/6k): Buck has been unlucky in love lately and he can't figure out why. It takes a phone call from Eddie and an interrupted date for him to finally put the pieces together.

My Favorite Place Is Inside Your Hug by Lopithecus (e/7k): When Eddie gets stuck in a hole while trying to rescue a kid, he remembers Afghanistan and how many people were lost. Luckily he has Buck in his corner to help him get through the memories.

give me strength so i can see by see_addy_write (t/7k): After the tsunami, Buck is sure Eddie won't want him anywhere near Christopher -- or himself. Both of the Diaz boys have something to say about that.

haircut to the heart by itsmylifekay (nr/8k): 5 times Buck cuts Christopher’s hair and 1 time Christopher helps cut his.

In the Aftershock by hideeho (t/8k): When Eddie is injured on the job, Buck is forced to face the fallout.

Slow Your Thinking by an_alternate_world (e/10k): Eddie has the itch to fight, the discomforting unease of needing to release all his negativity again making it difficult to concentrate on the calls. Buck suggests an alternative: surrendering his need for control to Buck for a while.

Just For This Moment by suyari (m/10k): “Take your time,” Carla said sternly. “Don’t rush this because you’re worried, Buck, do you hear me? Any change in your scent could just set him off.”“Yes, thank you, I know how to deal with Alphas,” he drawled.“Yes, but Eddie’s not just another Alpha and I think it’s time we acknowledged that.”

You Are Safe (With Me) by BabylonsFall (g/10k): Or: 5 times Eddie waltzed into Buck's apartment like he owned it, and 1 time Buck tried

you waltz through my bloodstream by wayfarer (t/2k): Buck gets a boyfriend and Eddie is totally fine with that. Really.

can't fight that feeling by Anonymous (e/11k): “We have to keep this quiet,” he realizes.“That’s,” Eddie starts, his eyebrows tilting inwards adorably. “I mean, yeah, if that’s what you wanna do, then—”“Not for long,” Buck protests. “I’m thinking until tomorrow.”The eyebrows rise with interest; the eyes beneath get their spark back. “Yeah?”“It’s Maddie and Chimney’s wedding day,” Buck says, slipping his hands down the last bit and entwining them with Eddie’s. “Today should be solely about them, about their love. You and I can have tomorrow. All the tomorrows.”

Just Hold Me Well by Lobotomite (m/11k): It was meant to be a fun little trip with his 118 family; no stress, no drama, and certainly no sexuality-redefining fumbles that make him realize his more than platonic feelings towards his best friend. But, well, when has anything ever gone according to plan for Buck?

a leaf falls on loneliness by iimpossible_things (nr/11k): Buck doesn’t think that if he were to say, “I’m in a bad place”, that anyone would turn him away. Really, he doesn’t. The 118 has too many good, kind people for that.But every time he wants to open his mouth, to say something, to reach out to Eddie or Bobby or Hen or Chim, he hears Eddie yelling, “you’re exhausting.”—you’re exhausting, you’re exhausting, you’re exhausting—So each day he does his job and he laughs and he jokes and he pretends he’s the care-free goofball he’s always been. And each day he packs away his bruises and his worries, takes them home to his empty loft with its quiet rooms, and licks his wounds in silence.

Darling It's Better (Down Where It's Wetter) by Onlymystory (e/20k): "Who the hell is that?" asks Buck. Like he doesn't know exactly who that is. Like a week ago he wasn't enjoying one of the best fucks of his life with Eddie Diaz. Or the reason for Buck's surprise at the new recruit isn't quite for the reasons everyone thinks.

i think i might've inhaled you by ariquitecontrary (m/20k): How do you tell your best friend that you're actually in love with them? If you're Evan Buckley, you don't.

dancing under red skies by dayswithout (g, 30k) Buck hates Eddie Diaz on sight.aka, a soulmate au. (Eddie’s POV; g/15k)

dancing under red skies by dayswithout (g/30k): Buck hates Eddie Diaz on sight.aka, a soulmate au.

The Education of Eddie Diaz by mansikka (e/30k): Eddie doesn't really know how it happened. One moment the 118 are drunk in a bar after a hard shift, confessions slipping from his mouth as he playfully kisses Buck on the cheek. The next he is on Buck's couch, taking up Buck's offer of an education that could be asking for trouble. But it's just sex, and they're just friends; it doesn't mean anything to either of them. So why is his time alone with Buck the highlight of his week?

Guess We'll Just Have to Adjust by CocoBadShip (m/30k): No, Buck does not have a damn crush on Eddie fucking Diaz. No, Buck is not thinking about Eddie's stupid smile or his stupid hair or that obscene sound he made when he pushed the couch the way he did.Having a crush would be weird. And dumb. And the last thing Buck needs in his already fucked up life.

tagging those of you who requested @lafdbuckley @casscent @googoodreamers

and some mutuals because why not @eddiediazs @judsonryder @fierydeans @buckleystrand

#buddie #buddieedit #buddie fic rec #dailybuddie #911 fic rec #911 #911edit #mine #fic rec #ignore the shitty gif

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