#he broke down a bit when we were cuddling… not used to affection

[sh1-n0bu]

hey hey!! new anon here,,

not sure how to write this but I'll try

could we get a scara x amab reader, with praise, overstimulation, and if you're comfortable body worship? (for scara ofc) i wanna make him cry 🛐

also !! can i be 🍷 anon?? <3

♡︎ 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 ♡︎

characters: sub!scaramouche x dom!AMAB!reader

warnings: praise, overstimulation, body worship, dacryphillia, overall very soft and fluffy

notes: of course you can be 🍷anon! slowly but surely clearing out my inbox and thinking on holding a 3k followers event. if you guys have any ideas, lemme know!

wanderer — formerly known as scaramouche, balladeer and the sixth of the eleven fatui harbingers — has always been a shut in type of person. always preferring his own space, solitude and of course, a bitter tea to go along with everything. so when you, his assistant since day one, had suddenly proposed your affections for the angry gremlin he rejected at first.

but that never deterred you. you would try over and over again. asking him out on dates, offering him some help, cuddles if he was being restless and stressed, holding his hand while he undergoes the painful weekly tortures of il dottore — you did it all for him.

and one day, scaramouche did indeed cave in and decided to accept your nth suggestion for a date. it wasn’t like he had liked you or anything, he just wanted to make you shut up quickly. he’s lying, he loved you way longer than you did him.

since then, going out on “dates” had become a usual thing between you two. you two would meet up in certain places, hang out for some time, talk for a bit, hold hands if scaramouche is feeling gutsy enough and say your goodbyes.

it had continued on for so long until it suddenly came to a stop when scaramouche had to go to sumeru with il dottore to take buer’s gnosis. of course the plan worked and the second harbinger came back with the gnosis but no scaramouche.

for some time after that, you seriously thought you were tripping absolute bonkers. everyone kept saying the sixth seat of the harbingers had been vacant and the name scaramouche or balladeer doesn’t ring a bell. you even held an audience with her majesty, the tsaritsa as well and yet she said she doesn’t remember!

that was until you decided to desert the fatui and go to sumeru yourself to find out just what the fuck was going on. it took incredibly long time — sumeru’s rainforest and desert aren’t the most hospitable places for someone so used to the cold like you — but after a whole half a year of searching, you managed to see him again.

him. the one who stole your heart. the one who caused you to desert the fatui despite knowing the punishment would be death. the one that cradled your heart gently in his hand since you’ve been assigned to be his assistant.

and by the archons was it worth the whole thing. to be chased down by the people who were once your comrades. to suffer heatstrokes in the hot desert of sumeru. to continuously get pelted by the rain and thunder in the rainforests of sumeru. by the archons was it all worth it when the moment you two locked eyes. it was as if your first meeting all over again.

by the archons was it worth it when he recognized you, dropping the scrolls in his arms as he runs up to you. it was worth it when he came to a stop in front of you — hesitating. waiting. wondering. before finally muttering “fuck it” and getting on his tip toes to plant a kiss on your lips. it was worth it all — even as you gently broke him down and rebuilt him again a whole new in your arms in the comfort of your now shared home.

scaramouche has always been a shut in type of person. always preferring his own space, solitude and of course, a bitter tea to go along with everything.

but wanderer was a bit different. he preferred to be alone, alone with you. a bitter tea and your voice going “yuck!” whenever he made you take a sip, lying and promising he put sugar in it this time. a shy stolen glance at each other and a peck or two followed by the silence of each other’s presence. “lonely together” you once called your relationship. he couldn’t agree more.

even as his first time is taken by you — the doll couldn’t be happier.

even as he whimpers and whines whenever you praise him, planting kisses on his skin as he blushed a beet red. weakly thrusting his hips back to meet yours under the dim lights of the lit candles. desperately reaching back, tangling your hair in his hand to tug you down for a sloppy kiss to try and hide his moans when you called him your “good boy”, “pretty doll” and your “one and only”.

a weak sob and sniffles resounding in your shared home as wanderer comes on your cock for the nth time. how many times had he cum by now? he’s too hazy and lust ridden to even keep up count.

tears kept falling down his face as he unconsciously grind back into your cock, wanting more. a cacophony of keens and moans and shrill sound resembling a squeal coming out of him as he feels your tip hit his prostate again. archons, he wanted to feel that again and again. feel himself get broken down by your hands, by your lips, by the soft praises coming out of your mouth, by your dick just fucking into him so good to the point his mind becomes a mush.

when you gently put him back together again — wiping away the sweat and cum staining his skin, when you cradle him gently as you two share a quick bath together, when you wrap your arms around him and hug him close to yourself — the pupet couldn’t help but smile.

a genuine, unadulterated smile of happiness spreading on his face as he hears your words of affirmation. in soft moments like this, the puppet couldn’t help but whisper out weakly in a hoarse voice.

“you, [name], my heart…” before slipping off into a dreamless state.

[applejuicefruit]

can you write for kylian where he’s dating reader and she’s very clingy and touchy because she loves physical affection but one day they are out and he’s avoiding holding her hand and she gets very hurt please?

kylian mbappe x reader

Clingy

Physical touch was your love sign.

It was your best way to show someone you care for them, that you love them. And Kylian knew it exactly. So it hurt you when this morning you were out with your, mostly his, friends and teammates and he treated you like you weren’t even there.

You were used to hold hands in public, or, have his arm wrapped around your shoulders in a protective way so you where kinda shocked that the moment you saw Sergio and Neymar waving at the both of you, he let your hand and when you tried to hold it back he shoved you away.

You were all sat at the table of a nice coffee shop in Paris, you facing Sergio and Kylian sat next to you when he began talking with Neymar and ignoring you like you weren’t even there.

You pretended everything was fine so you cracked a laugh from time to time when Neymar made some jokes but you were fighting back your tears. You began sipping your tea in a way to distract yourself when Neymar said something you wished you didn’t hear. You were sure he didn’t mean it like that but still, you found yourself back in his words and it hurt you hearing Kylian agreeing with him.

“She was too clingy man” Neymar said to Kylian, referring to the girl he had recently broke up with “she was nice and all but please, let me breathe, she was on me all day, always wanting to hold hands…when we were at home together she was on me all day, always wanting to cuddle or hold each others…give me a break, I hate people these clingy” he joked.

“Yeah me too” Kylian said laughing too.

You felt a hole in your chest.

Kylian hated you? You didn’t understand.

He never said anything. No. Most of the times he was the big spoon, always wanting to hold you in his arms or kiss you. So why was he saying that?

Sergio gave you a concerning look, asking you if you were okay but you simply nodded.

You knew that if you talked you would burst out crying and you didn’t want to that, you didn’t want to look weak in front of your friends. And in front of Kylian. In two years of relationship he never saw you cry once. You always talked if there was something off or wrong so you never felt the need to cry because he was there right before something might happened. But this whole new behaviour was scaring you.

It’s been an hour and after that you all decided to go back home. Mostly because Sergio wanted to spend some time with his family and Neymar wanted to see his son too so you waved each others goodbye and left.

Kylian tried to talk to you during your walk back home but you ignored him. Your throat was still hurting you for all the tears you were keeping.

“Mon amour what do you want to eat?” Kylian asked you once you got back home.

“You pick…” you simply said.

“My love are you okay?” he asked a bit worried.

“Mh-mh” you replied back and went straight to sit on the couch. Kylian followed you and sat next to you, wanting to feel you close he grabbed your hands but you shoved him away.

“Babe you’re clearly mad at me, can you tell me what’s going on?” he asked you.

“I thought you hated clingy people” you remarked his own words.

“What? No…I never said that” he said.

“Earlier…with Neymar, you were talking how much you hated clingy girlfriends…I didn’t know I was too clingy but I won’t invade your personal space anymore and I’ll keep my distance” you said, your voice cracking a bit.

“No no no baby…listen to me” he kneeled in front of you “I didn’t mean anything I said…” he tried to explain himself.

“So why did you say it?” you asked him with a sarcastic tone.

“I didn’t mean that I swear baby…I just…Neymar broke up with his girlfriend just last week and I didn’t want him to put himself down more if he saw us together always holding hands or kissing…I wanted to show him some compassion you know?” he said back.

“No I don’t know…but I wished you talked to me instead of ignoring me for the whole morning…” you let a few tears fall but you were quick to wipe them away. You didn’t want to break in front of him.

“No baby don’t cry please…it hurts me knowing you’re crying because of me…” Kylian was quick to hug you and found yourself once again in the comfort of his arms.

“I wished you talked to me…you ignored me the whole morning and it kinda sucked” you confess him with a low voice, almost a whisper.

“I know baby I’m so sorry…it won’t happen I swear…I missed holding your hands today” he said kissing your cheek trying to wipe more tears away. You giggled at the contact of his lips on your cheeks and he was happy he was able to make you smile again.

“I think Ramos is gonna kill you tomorrow” you joked “he saw how you were ignoring me and he didn’t like it”.

“Yup. He’s gonna kill me” he agreed with you and you both started laughing. Kylian wrapped his arms around you and helped you sat in his lap while he ordered something to eat.

The day later at practice Ramos did really kill Kylian, telling him how much he didn’t like his behaviour towards you and that he had to treat you better. Of course you agreed with Sergio.

[fandomfucker]

Judgement Day x reader Where the reader is an absolute cuddle bug, but is afraid they might be too clingy. So Judgement Day assure them that they love how cuddly they are?

Word Count: 2,053

Reader's POV

Ever since I was a child, I was extremely touchy. I always felt the need to be not only emotionally close to all my friends and family but also physically close.

I would hug each of my friends at least twice a day, along with my teachers and parents and my usually unwilling siblings.

I was able to calm down a bit by the time I got to middle school, restraining myself from hugging just my family members and my friends who were used to it by now. High fives and wrapped arms around shoulders and waists became a norm for anyone interacting with me.

In high school, I had better learned to keep my hands to myself, only occasionally hugging my friends. But, my friend group was also a bunch of pretty touchy people so sitting next to each other with our legs touching, or laying down with our head in the lap of the other while they finger-brushed our hair was a norm for us within our friend group.

I had accepted long ago that my love language was touch but that it wasn't for everyone. One potential partner in high school even broke things off because of how touchy I am. They said it was suffocating and just 'way too much'.

Touchiness has never been an issue with my four wonderful partners now, though. Rhea, Dominik, Damian, and Finn all seemed to appreciate my touches and would even go out of their way to be closer to me sometimes.

And I love and appreciate them all for it.

My partners are all very aware of my need for touch. So, on days when I get home from work, both physically and mentally exhausted, they'll center me a a big group hug until I feel better.

When I wake up in the morning, Dominik smothers me in hugs and kisses, usually ending in hours-long cuddles until we're forced to move.

Damian often has me sit in his lap, no matter where we are. A party, backstage at a WWE show, or just hanging out in the living room of our house.

Whenever I had a particularly bad day Finn would shower me with affection, figuratively and literally. He would help me take a shower, giving me small kisses on my shoulders all the while, before giving my shoulders a massage in our bedroom.

Rhea was surprisingly the most touchy out of all my partners. She constantly had to have a hand on my waist, shoulder, arm, thigh, you name it she was touching it. She's very protective and always had to make sure that not only was she giving me what I needed, but also making sure everyone else knew I was hers as well.

The doubts didn't start until about six months into our five-way relationship when I had been at home on the couch scrolling through social media while the four of them were at Monday Night RAW.

My for you page had decided to randomly show me a video of someone who had compiled a bunch of videos and pictures of me with my partners. They had all zoomed in on my partners' faces whenever I specifically was touching them and not the other way around. The person who made the video was saying "Look at how uncomfortable the Judgment Day looks. Y/n needs to stop fucking touching them and leave them alone."

The video instilled a spark of fear in me as I read all the comments agreeing with the original poster and for the next three hours I went down a rabbit hole of TikTok videos through the search from the original video; "Y/n Y/l/n being clingy".

There were at least a hundred different TikTok videos talking about it, with tons of comments throughout. I found videos so long that they had to post them on YouTube in which what they said about me was even worse because guidelines are a bit more lax.

For those three hours until my partners got home, I watched all the mean videos, read all the mean comments, saw all the mean posts, tweets, edits, etc, and sobbed as I realized that my partners probably were just doing it all because I wanted to and that they actually just hated me.

A little after midnight I heard the garage door open and Rhea's truck as they pulled into the driveway. I threw my blanket off my lap and sprinted up the stairs to our master bath. I needed to make it look like I hadn't been crying the entire time so I threw myself into the shower, making the water as hot as possible.

3rd Person POV

The four members of the Judgment Day walked through the door, into the house doing their best to stay quiet as with all the lights off they figured their partner was probably already asleep.

Hearing a noise coming from the living room, Dominik curiously made his way towards the couch, beginning to move around blankets and pillows.

Y/n's phone fell out of a blanket and bounced onto the thick carpet floor, it's face glowing up at the ceiling as a TikTok video played on a loop.

Hearing the clunk from the phone hitting the floor, Dominik tossed the blanket he was holding back onto the couch before bending down to grab the phone.

Mention of The Judgment Day along with Y/n's name made Dominik pause, focusing on the video playing. 

"I mean, just look at their body language whenever Y/n touches them. They all always just look so uncomfortable."

Dominik watched in disbelief, as he beckoned the other Judgment Day members over to him. The group has always been pretty out about their relationship and some of them about their sexualities so haters were a norm but it was beginning to cross a line by hating their partner, who wasn't in the spotlight at all.

He beckoned the other three JD members over as the video began to play from the beginning again, holding the phone out for them all to watch.

They all watched the video in concern, Damian took the phone out of Dom's hands once it was over and began to backtrack, looking at what had previously been watched before that video.

There were several more videos about this particular topic at hand which the four of them scrolled through with growing disgust.

After several minutes of this, Rhea had a thought. "Where's Y/n?" She asked the group in a small panic.

They all looked at each other in concern before Rhea bolted up the stairs, yelling their partner's name, the boys quickly following suit.

Reader's POV

I was still in the shower about ten minutes after I had heard the garage door open and my partners come in when I began to hear Rhea screaming my name as four sets of footsteps thudded up the stairs, becoming louder as they got closer to the bathroom.

Banging soon began against the door as they all reached it. I heard each of my partners distressedly shouting my name, Rhea, however, being the loudest.

I turned the water off in a rush, wrapped my towel around myself, and got out of the shower. I fumbled with the lock, unlocking it before swinging the door open in a rush. I was met with the four panicky faces of my partners.

"What's going on, is everything okay?" I asked, genuinely confused.

Rhea rushed forward, pulling me into a tight hug. My face was squished into her chest (not that I'm complaining) and was squished even further when my other three partners came around to join the group hug.

"Guys?" I asked nervously, tilting my head up and resting my chin on Rhea's collarbone so that I could see all of their faces above me.

Finn spoke aloud for the group from my left, "Love, you left your phone open downstairs. We saw what you were looking at."

The blood would have drained from my face had it not all rushed there as the tears began to fall again.

I dropped my chin off of Rhea's chest and covered my face with my hands, the top of my head now resting against her chest instead. The four of them hugged me tighter in attempted comfort which only made me feel worse.

They hated me hugging them and just generally being all over them all the time and were now hugging me to make me feel better.

"I-I'm sorry. P-please don't be m-mad," I managed to get out through the massive sobs. I began trying to push away, out of the hug barricade they'd created around me but I wasn't able to turn around very well with how tight it was, and Rhea's way too strong to move when she doesn't want to be moved.

"We're not mad, Princesa," Damian spoke gently from behind me. That just made me cry even harder.

I was crying so hard that I was struggling to breathe. My four partners kept me close and I could feel someone stroking my hair before someone gripped my hips and turned my body to face them. 

I dropped my hands from my face to my partner's waist, realizing who it was.

Looking up, my wet, red-rimmed, eyes were met with Dominik's wide brown ones. "Hey, hey." He shushed me softly. "Those videos are fake, mi amore. Okay? We all love how touchy you are. We love your hugs and kisses and all your little touches. If we didn't we wouldn't reciprocate them."

My sobs turned to sniffles at his sweet words. He gave me a small smile as he brought a hand up to my cheek, wiping away any remaining tears from my face with his thumb. 

I closed my eyes in acceptance, another tear or two slipping out at the action which Dominik was quick to swipe away. "We mean it, Cariño," Damian spoke up again, now on my right. "We love you and your cuddliness," He reassured me, his lips kept close against my hair as he gently pried me away from Dominik and tucked me into him.

"Promise?" I questioned faintly. It was directed generally towards all four of them.

I felt Rhea's hands snake around my waist, gently swaying me towards her a bit, "We promise. We love you so much and nothing and nobody will ever change that." She gave my temple a lingering kiss, squeezing my waist before turning me towards Finn.

"Don't listen to those morons on social media, love. We're just constantly uncomfortable on camera, especially around you just because we're worried about you. There's a lot of people and a lot going on and it can get overwhelming so we're a bit on edge trying to protect ya'." He explained smoothly as he brushed a few stray hairs off of my forehead and back behind my ear.

With their protective natures, this explanation did make a lot of sense. I mean, one time Rhea actually almost fought a fan at the airport because of how close he was to me despite, me telling him to get away. I guess them being my own personal bodyguards would make them a bit tense.

"Come on, as much as I hate to say it, let's get some clothes on you and put you to bed," Rhea ordered, shoving the boys out of the way to lead me back into the bathroom. I giggled at her statement, flushing bright red as she winked at me before closing the door to the bathroom, leaving me alone again as I quickly dried off and threw on some of my partners' clothes I'd stolen.

Coming out of the bathroom I saw all four of my wonderful partners seated on the edges of our giant bed, waiting for me to get into the middle for cuddles.

I grinned and got a running start, jumping full force onto the bed. Dominik made an exaggerated 'oomph' sound as I landed, causing Damian to swat the back of his head.

Laughing at my partners' antics, I crawled under the covers before opening my arms, signaling that I was ready for the puppy pile of cuddles I was about to receive.

I made my own 'oomph' sound as Dominik flopped on top of my chest, grinning wickedly as he playfully glared at me before sticking his face into my neck.

With all four of my partners now lying on top of me or next to me to some degree, I'd never felt safer or more comfortable.

Drifting off to sleep I only had one more thought.

"I love you guys."

[hikohhmi]

Hikoooo may I request a Scaramouchie fluff piece if it's not too much trouble? I've been feeling so down lately and could use a pick-me-up. Maybe one where he finally comes home to reader after months of being away and it's just a super fluffy reunion scene~

No pressure at all. If you're not feeling up for it, feel free to ignore. Love ya! MWUAH MWUAH!

RUBYY <33 OF COURSE I'LL MAKE ONE FOR YOUU

"I'm home"

Fluff / Soft

Scaramouche x Reader

(Before betraying tsaritsa)

Finally, after months. He's on his way to his 'home'. Not going to lie, he did become impatient about waiting for his day off so that he could spend time with you once again.

Your present is like his personal charger for his 'social battery'. If the 'battery' runs out, he'll snap at his agents pretty easily. Even the agents notice it. That's the clear sign that he really love you <3

Before his day off comes, he has prepared some gifts for you. He had searched for the highest quality roses for you and a medium sized plush. You have been so loyal to him, how can he not want to pay back what you had done to him? You're all everything he asked for.

You were in the personal garden, it was guarded by some other high ranked fatuis too. The garden was created only for you, he actually threatened his fatui agents to take care of the garden carefully because he doesn't want it to be destroyed. He knows you'll get sad if it did.

As you were getting a whiff of the flowers, you heard one of his agent's footsteps coming towards you. You turned around to see a male fatui agent that was inside the so-called shelter, but you prefer to call it as 'home'. it seems like he wants to reveal something to you in words.

"Ms/Mr Y/N. Your significant other is here."

Surprised by the sudden remark, your eyes widen. Then suddenly, behind the agent's back, a familiar figure appeared.

"You may be dismissed now."

Says Scaramouche to the agent. A smile on your face was engraved as you came closer to him, opening your arms to hug him.

As you come closer, he opens one of his arms to hug you. Since his agents are there, he needs to show less affection to you in public to keep his pride high.

"I was worried about you. You were supposed to come few days ago.."

He responded by humming. While hiding his face in your neck to him his red face.

"I was needed by the tsaritsa's soldiers for a few reasons, that's why I came here a bit late."

"I'm happy that you're safe."

You let go of him and saw his slight smile on his face.

"Same with you! ."

"We should get in now. I need you to follow me. "

"Yes, dear."

You do as you are told and follow him to his office . He commands one of his agents to bring something that is somewhere in the place. Later on, the agent brings a bouquet of flowers and a medium sized box. Your curiosity finally broke as he spoke.

"Here, I want you to have these. It's for… being loyal to me."

He said shyly.

"Aw, dear. This is amazing! Thank you so much, Kuni!"

You plant a kiss on his cheek as a thank you.

"You're welcome or whatever…glad that you do these things."

Trying to act cool, he plays it off as if it's nothing. However, you can see that his cheek is more red than before.

"Hehe, I miss you Kuni.."

You hold the sleeve of his cloth.

".... I miss you too, love."

After that, you and Scaramouche spend some times with affection in the shared bedroom that were meant for you both. <3 He became a bit greedy because of waiting for months.

He would either hug you in there and tell you how much he missed you and how he was feeling grateful when he found you still alive in the hidden shelter. Or, he'll drag you into the shared bed so that you both can snuggle and cuddles together <3

I'd like to headcanon that he'll use the second option often after you two already married! Which means that he had trusted you fully and won't ever let you go!

[radiant-reid]

Beyond Breaking // Chapter Two

Aftermath

Summary: The consequences of both Reids' actions are felt in the household and the ripples are felt by the wider BAU family

Content Warning: divorce, heavily referencing 14x15, Truth or Dare

Word Count: 3.2k

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The next morning, Y/n had to deal with the tears. It only further fueled her irritation with Spencer. And it added to the list of difficult situations he'd put her in.

"Where's daddy?" Florence asked, walking into Y/n and Spencer's bedroom after she woke up. One of the problems with having three children is that you have to explain to each one, individually, that their dad is gone when they came in for morning cuddles.

Her hair was sticking up everything, brown curls that were messier than her father's, as her eyes darted around the room in a futile attempt to find him.

Y/n chose to lie about it to Maddie and Bennett, and she did the same thing again without hesitation. "He had to go to work, baby." She lied through her teeth. She'd lied to her kids far more times than she would have liked to.

The tears were almost instant, running down her little cheeks as she clutched her teddy bear tighter. Spencer had brought for her when he missed her first birthday party and she hadn't stopped sleeping with it at night. The dark brown colored bear wore a Cubs outfit, a gift from Florence's uncle which matched her cousin Hank's bear. It was very, very important to the little girl.

It broke Y/n's heart to see her baby like that, so distraught because of her dad, and she felt so guilty for not trying harder. She got out of bed, walked over to the crying toddler, and picked her up.

"Baby." She cooed, running her hand through Florence's hair in an attempt to calm her down. Her daughter cuddled into her neck and wet tears spilled onto her skin. Her face was red, lips contorted and her breathing unsteady. "Hey, what does he always say, Wren?" Y/n asked, bouncing her up and down, hoping it would calm her.

The nickname that Spencer usually used slipped out of her lips before she could stop it. Maybe because the last time Florence was hysterically crying, she had to have a shot and Spencer hugged her exactly the same way after. Y/n could still remember the warmth in her heart at seeing them like that and how proud she was of him for volunteering to get a flu shot even though he hated needles.

"Come on, I know you remember it, smart girl." She encouraged, placing a kiss on her wet cheek.

"He always says he loves me." Her begrudging tone was an indicator of her anger, and Y/n didn't blame her for it.

"And what else?" Y/n prompted.

Florence looked like she was trying to remember it properly, even though Spencer had been telling her it since she was conceived. "And that he loves Lainey, Bennie, and mommy."

That wasn't what Y/n expected her to say, and it wasn't what she was pushing for. She tried not to have a visceral reaction to how deeply the toddler's words affected her. "I meant the other thing." She clarified quietly, determined not to cry in front of her kids.

Florence got it that time. "He will always come back." Usually, Y/n could rely on that fact to get the kids through their sad moments missing Spencer, but it didn't seem so sure anymore.

"He loves you, baby." Y/n reminded her. "And I love you, too." She added, planting kisses all over her cheeks until the little girl was squirming and pulling away. "Now, what do you think about pancakes for breakfast?"

"Can we have whipped cream, too?" Florence asked, clearly feeling a little better about Spencer being gone, and that was all Y/n could ask for.

"Absolutely, and sprinkles." She agreed, hugging her for just a little bit longer than normal before taking her downstairs so she could make her three favorite people breakfast.

Life without Spencer was easier than Y/n thought it would be. Probably because she'd spent 80% of her time in the same situation since she left the BAU all those years ago. Some of it was different, though.

There were no late-night phone calls from Spencer, a frequent occurrence at the peak of their marriage when he was back in his hotel room after hours of working on the same stressful case.

There hadn't been any 'I love you' declarations for some time before he left but she missed them a little more now that he was gone.

There wasn't a pool of despair to swim in because she'd accepted the fact they were finished months before that night in the kitchen.

Everything just felt empty.

And Y/n knew she was a hollow, shell of who she used to be, but she forced herself to think of it as a positive, maybe now she could find who she really was. Every day, she held it together for them, but she couldn't fool herself into thinking things were okay.

~

Spencer had gone where he knew the best place to go was: Emily's. She was his big sister, after all, and it wasn't exactly like he could go to JJ's. Rossi's brought complications since he and Krystal were much closer to Y/n, Luke could have worked but he felt wrong to encroach on his and Penelope's time together, and Tara, without a doubt, would have told him exactly how he was wrong and against his better judgment, he didn't want that.

Knocking on Emily's door, he was still too furious with Y/n to be feeling guilty. "Spence, hey." She greeted him, eyes drifting to the bag at his side. There was no hesitance for her to stand out of the way and let him in. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah." He answered instinctively, stepping in from the plain hallway. "Well, physically."

"Sit." She instructed. It didn't take a genius to know something was wrong with him. Emily had noticed things over the weeks like the lack of phone calls Spencer made to his wife, the fact he didn't share as many anecdotes involving her, and how he hadn't cleaned his rings in a long time. All those little things added up. "I'm making you tea," Emily told him before she disappeared off to the kitchen.

Spencer sat there for a moment, head dropping to his hands as he tried not to think about everything going on in his life. One thing he knew was he'd fucked up.

When she came back with tea, Emily wasn't sure she'd ever seen him such a mess. Even after Hankel, his condition had never deteriorated as quickly as it did from Tuesday night when she watched him walk out of the BAU until now, Friday night.

"You don't have to talk if you don't want to." She spoke, breaking the silence looming over the room. He jumped slightly, so lost in his own world he hadn't noticed her return.

He took the cup of tea that she handed him, all his attention focused on her expensive teacups and the aroma of the liquid. "Did you get this from Penelope?"

"Yeah, from when she was in London with Luke last week." She answered, cautiously watching his every move.

"I know how much she loved going to visit you when you lived there," Spencer commented. Idle small talk was not what he was there for, and one inquisitive look from Emily prompted him to start talking. "I think... Y/n and I m-maybe broke up." He said, voice rising in pitch as if it was a question because he was so unsure about everything. "Is that what it's called when you're married?"

Emily couldn't control her shocked expression, her lips parting slightly. For a moment, she fumbled for what question to ask. Of course, she knew things could look great on the outside but be incredibly different behind closed doors, but she'd never seen them anything but deeply in love.

"I'm so sorry, Spence." She said, reaching out to touch his hand in the hopes of providing him some support. "Do you want to talk about what happened?" Going off no information was difficult, and she had no idea whether it was a spur-of-the-moment call or not.

"I thought things were turning around." He admitted, coming to the realization himself at that moment. "It's really stupid." God, he felt like an idiot. One moment he was telling her he didn't want to live there anymore, and the next he was crying to Emily about how much he fucked up.

She shook her head. "I didn't know anything happened... well, I kind of assumed something must have gone down after... but I didn't know what."

He huffed, tapping his foot up and down like he did when he was anxious. "Something was definitely happening." It was difficult for Emily to figure out what he was talking about without any context clues. It was time for him to start spilling his guts. "After prison, everything was different. I knew it would be, but I tried to fix it... I swear I did."

The tears were already flowing out of his eyes as much as he wanted them to stop. It was like he was a helpless little kid all over again or a helpless adult, trying to convince himself he had done his best.

"I know you would have, Spencer," Emily reassured him, trying to get him to ground a little more before he spiraled by squeezing his hand.

"She just- I know she struggled," Spencer admitted, and Emily nodded in agreement, unable to recall exactly how many times Y/n had been crying on the phone. "And I tried to fix it, but I'm not sure who I am, and I don't think I can love her anymore."

Emily could feel her heart breaking for both of them. They'd survived so many things that she thought they could get through everything. "Do you want to?" She asked, only getting a frown from Spencer whose brain was so far away it didn't register the question. "Love Y/n the way you used to?"

"More than anything," Spencer confirmed, his heart physically hurting when the words came out. "She's everything I've ever wanted... Our family- I fucked up, Em." He seldom called her that, but it was easier than sobbing out her whole name. "The thing is, I don't know if I want to fix it."

"So you're going to let it all go?" She asked, shaking her head in disbelief. Spencer's eyes met hers and he nodded. "No. No, that's not you. You came here when I was ready to throw in the towel and convinced me not to. You never took that plea bargain because you're not a quitter, Spencer Reid."

He shook his head, wiping up a few tears. "Because I believe in you and I believed I didn't kill anyone. I don't believe in Y/n and I anymore."

"I do," Emily confessed firmly. "You two have faced so many difficult challenges together, and you come out hand-in-hand every time. Surely it hasn't all been bad since prison."

Spencer hated that she knew something else was going on. "Things were getting worse after that because there was so little effort, and then, of course, there was LA." That might have been a worse betrayal than Emily dying, and he was only starting to see it now.

"LA." Emily hummed in agreement, raising her eyebrows. "What she did was effective."

Spencer couldn't disagree with that. He wasn't entirely sure they were getting out of there alive, but they did, and JJ deserved credit for that. "And Y/n doesn't understand that." He complained.

"She was just as blindsided as you. JJ is one of her best friends, but the fact you're angry at her for not understanding when she's upset is kind of wrong, don't you think? It's pushing her away." Emily prompted him.

"She should understand it. She used to do this job." He reiterated, annoyed Emily wasn't siding with him. Maybe he just should have gone to Tara's.

There was a pause while Emily watched his expression, absolutely going against the no-profiling rule. "There is something between you and JJ." She correctly guessed. "Even if it's just unresolved feelings from before Y/n."

"She said something, Y/n did, about how so much some of our milestone moments correlate with JJ and Will's relationship and now I can't stop thinking about it," Spencer confessed, his heart still sore about it. All the flip-flopping he was doing made it very clear that he wasn't thinking properly. "Could I just have been faking it this whole time?"

Emily chuckled at the extercential crisis it seemed like he was having. Trust Spencer to overcomplicate things. "That's a lot of faking." She commented.

"I just... I don't think I can love Y/n how I used to. It's not just JJ's fault because things haven't been the same since prison." Spencer summarized, trying to collect his thoughts.

He had never been good about talking things out, and Emily could see he had already made up his mind. "You have to go to therapy." She told him sternly. "Legally, for the FBI, but you need to go with her, too." He was too stubborn to agree without more of a reason. "Even if you're not going to get back together, to help you communicate for your kids."

He did hate it when she was right because she was always right, just like Y/n was. "I mean, I can ask." It occurred to him then that he had slipped so far away from her that he didn't know what she'd think of couples therapy.

"Ask," Emily insisted. "Because I don't know if you can figure this, but I think you want to which is a good start, and I don't think that's a deep-down feeling." She didn't go on to say how in love she still thought Spencer and Y/n were.

Spencer huffed, his foot coming to rest. "Okay."

~

"Alright, who is ready to go to Uncle Dave's?" Y/n asked the three of them who were watching some cartoon on TV.

Almost identically, they sprung up, bouncing up and down with excitement. Even if their parents weren't together, they had the absolute best non-blood family and it was something Y/n was grateful for.

The kids had been told they needed to go to Rossi's because Y/n needed to get a few things done, not a total lie but she wasn't about to tell them she needed to go to couples therapy with their father for a reason unknown to her.

"Mommy, can I bring my coloring?" Bennett asked, concerned he wouldn't get to finish the rest of his picture.

"Of course." She agreed, ruffling his curls as he made his way to the foyer to get pick which shoes he wanted to wear. She put Florence's shoes on, letting Bennett do his velcro straps and Maddie do her own laces. "C'mon, let's get going before we're late."

Surprisingly, it took less time than usual for them to get in the car, and they were quickly at Rossi's mansion. Everyone was excited to get out of the car. Bennett and Florence helplessly kicked their feet up and down, unable to get out of the car without her help.

Krystall was already on the driveway, hugging Maddie who had freed herself from her car seat. When Bennett and Florence were on the ground, they rushed to hug her like their sister was.

Y/n gave her a quick hug once the kids ran inside, determined not to make it too long so she wouldn't be in tears.

"Are you doing okay?" Krystall asked, out of more than common courtesy. They had been quite close for a while, used to watching the men they loved in the same challenging job.

"I guess," Y/n answered. "I'll grab their stuff and come inside to talk to Dave if that's okay." She figured Rossi would be able to give her advice above what Krystall could give her, and she knew he would tell his wife.

Krystall gave her a squeeze on the shoulder. "Of course, it's okay." She assured her. "Whatever you need from either of us."

With three little backpacks in her hands, she stepped into the mansion. It was hard not to be flooded with memories of her and Spencer from the start of their relationship to a few weeks ago. She took a deep breath to get through it, trying to clear her brain a little.

"Hi, Bellissima." Rossi greeted her, pulling her into a tighter-than-usual hug. Y/n hugged him back before pulling back to show him a faked smile. "Come sit." He instructed, adding, "If you have time," as an afterthought.

She nodded, putting the kids' stuff down and making her way through the house until she ended up on a stool at the kitchen island. Out of the patio doors, she could see her three crazy kids already running around outside while Krystall watched them.

"What happened?" Rossi asked once he'd handed her a cup of coffee.

"Spencer did, I guess." She answered with a humorless chuckle. "We- I don't know if we're done..." Her heart hurt more that time, saying it aloud. "But I told him he shouldn't live there, he said I didn't care, there were some insults, and you know how stubborn he can be." She stopped, out of breath and Rossi nodded. "Then we talked about LA."

Rossi clenched his teeth together in a grimacing expression. "LA." Everyone had started saying the city's acronym with disgust. "I've always hated LA."

"He didn't think it was a big deal." She sobbed, trying and failing to wipe up the tears before they fell. Rossi was watching her carefully from across the bench, reaching out to hold her hand for support. "We had challenges after prison, and things went downhill, but I thought they could get better, before LA, that was."

"Y/n, I'm sorry." He comforted her, able to see the pain radiating off her. "Where are you at now?"

She attempted to wipe up some more of the mascara. "I gave him my ring." If that wasn't definitive, she didn't know what was. "He left, and then he text me asking me to go to therapy." Oh, yeah, that was the contradictory part.

"What do you want?" He asked, forcing her to think about the major decision. He couldn't stand to think about another BAU couple breaking up, one he had seen fall in love which made it a lot worse than Haley and Hotch. "Don't answer now, just... think about it."

Half-heartedly, she nodded. "Yeah, I'm going to." She replied like it wasn't something she thought about every moment.

"Whatever you need, Y/n, we're here." He assured her, hugging her again once she stood up before pulling back to kiss her cheeks.

"Thank you." She nodded gratefully. "I'm just going to say goodbye." As soon as she opened the patio door, all the attention was on her. Maddie, Bennett, and Florence all ran over to hug her, knowing what it looked like when someone was going. She kissed each of them on the forehead. "I love you all. Be good."

The three of them waved their identical waves at her as she walked out of the house. As soon as she got outside, she was alone. All alone. For the first time since Spencer left, there was no one she had to put a mask on for.

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Imagine: Anakin is about to swift to the dark side but he is saved by you.

Warnings: fluff and a bit of smut; can we pretend that he did not kill the younglings?

***

You just landed, happy to be at your planet again, after a long mission spent fighting the forces of Darth Maul. You had finally defeated the last Mandalorians who had betrayed their nation in order to support the Death Star. Mandalore was back to the Senate again and you were chosen to be the Duchess. Good news to tell Anakin, you were thinking all the way! You promised the new Prime-Minister you’d think carefully for you were still a Jedi and the Council should be told first before any decision was made.

So there you are. Your relationship would not need to be concealed anymore and with Mandalore out of the Sith rule, things seemed to be positive again. You could not stop thinking about bringing Anakin with you to Mandalore so you two would finally be able to live the life you wanted. No secrecies, no rules…

But the joy in your mind is swept away when the chaos comes to your eyes. Smoke everywhere, signs of destructions. Pain. Hatred. You feel it and it blows away your good spirits.

No.

You fall on your knees, feeling unwell. The Jedi had fallen and you feel their deaths ripping in your chest. You are shocked and the Force seems to guide you to the ruins of it. You go with the flow, as if you have lost the control of your steps. You are baffled by how tragedy surrounds you, replacing the idyllic scenario you’ve been building since you left Mandalore.

But the Force does not let you stay there. It takes you right where Anakin is. He’s on his knees, dark cape half slipping of his body, his lightsaber on his side. You feel the hatred in his chest, his frustration, his angst. You should feel mortified for what he did, for his fall, but you understand him.

Yet you cannot move your feet away. He feels you too, he knows you’re there, perplexed, paralyzed. Anakin recovers his strength and stands. You see the pain in his eyes and it breaks your heart, even though you feel the good in him.

He’s conflicted.

“Y/N”, his voice is rusty, shaky. He does not dare to move closer. The distance between you two is small. “You came.”

He awaits for your reaction, seeing the tears in your eyes rolling freely down your cheeks. In other times Anakin would cuddle you and wipe the tears away. The memory makes you sob.

“You have no right to judge me”, says he upon your stunned silence.

“I…” you choke with words. “I would never.” It’s when you realize. “I understand you, Ani.”

He is caught off guard.

“What?”

You step forward, closing the gap distance in between you two. You put your hands around his face and give him a sad smile.

“I understand your pain, your hatred, your fear. I understand how often you suffocated your needs to put Galaxy’s first, how you were never rewarded for what you did as a Jedi. I understand how hurt you were when people criticized you.” You feel every word you say and so does he. Anakin sobs and drops in one knee. You slip in and hold him near. “You are not lost, you did not go to the dark side. You are hurt. Let me heal you, Ani. We don’t need the Jedi. We need us.”

When he looks up, his left eye remains yellow but his right one is blue. There is balance. He is, however, suffering. And when you pursue his lips in a tender kiss, he hesitates it. He expected to find disappointment in you, or even anger, words of how he broke your heart. But you were kind and good, the light in his world. Your empathy not only saves you, but him as well.

Anakin returns the kiss, little by little going reasonable again. What starts slow grows fervent. He is possessive again, having missed you an ache he could not heal. A sly smirk crosses his lips when he realizes this is not exactly what he is feeling, but you are. He knows you are burning for him in every aspect.

Your hunger for affection is to be finally fed. Anakin knows it and is as eager as you to give you love. You saved him and he wants to reward you for this. You don’t expect any of that, it’s just who you are, but all you need right now is him.

Right there he pulls you on the ground, having tossed away all the clothing. You groan as you scratch your nails against his chest. Desire rises as lust makes you unreasonable. You tangle your legs around his waist and you hope to be on top of him, but he’s dominating you.

His kisses are like the fire of the surroundings, and burns you like hell. Anakin holds your hands and pins your wrists above your head. He removes every piece of your cloth, teasing you with the Force.

But in the midst of such an intense explosion, where his budge is pressed against you, his eyes soften at your features.

“I do love you, Y/N.” He wishes he could profess his sentiments with better words, but you understand him. You always did and you proved him today.

“I am yours to command, Ani. There’s so much for us ahead..”

Although sad was the beginning that brought you together, you know that happier will be the future. But right now all you want is him in between your legs. And that coy smirk in his lips shows how well he knows your thinking. You’ve never been happier for having your mind read.

Anakin laughs as he teases you.

“You are mine indeed. Very much so”, says he, aware of how possessive he could be to you and how much you enjoy it. “Tell me, my love. I want to hear you beg.”

You comply with his wishes, enjoying to be underneath his well builded muscles. But he could tell also how hot you are, and all of your needs. Both of you are more linked and better connected than before. Such a strange situation to be in: the perfect embodiment of balance of the Force.

“I want you to make babies to me”, you hear yourself saying.

Anakin laughs at that as he begins to thrust in you, getting tired of only teasing. His thrusts are not gentle today but, Maker, you do not mind that at all.

“Do you really?”, he whispers hotly against your ear, smiling as you moan in response.

“Y-Yes, please.”

You arch your back, enjoying how he pursues you by giving you pleasure. Everything seems to burn and you are about to explode. Anakin enjoys to be in control, holding you dear to him as his touch gives you wonderfulness.

He smirks as you are the first to blow at long last. But he does not take longer either. He fills you with his seed, making sure you’d be the mother of his child.

“It is as you command me… Duchess.”

You blush upon the title he addresses you, another proof of the deep connection you share.

“I didn’t even tell you about that yet.”

Anakin smiles blissfully when seeing the pink painting your pale cheeks. And the sight of him being himself again is a sight that makes you beam.

“Why should that surprise you? We are bounded”, says he, nuzzling against your nose. “For life.”

You lean forward to kiss him with passion. A passion that even surprises him. Anakin is told by such a simple but meaningful gesture of how deep is the love you feel for him. And he melts in your touch and kindness.

And you make love again.

***

Epilogue.

As your consort, Anakin participates in the councils and the conduct of the ruling of Mandalore even though he hates politics. But he’s always there to support you, regardless.

In fact, now that there’s no reason to hide your relationship, he takes every opportunity, every reunion and occasion to show you off. Ahsoka, who got back together with you two, is always teasing him about it. You delight in having her around you guys and go as far as telling her she’s your adopted daughter.

“What?! But I’m not that young to be your daughter!” She protests.

“Please, Snips. Training you was like a preparation for fatherhood”, says Anakin.

In due time, your desire to be a mother comes true. You give birth to five beautiful children (one each year because that’s how Anakin rolls and you gladly follow him). These are their names: Leia, Savyne, Obi-Wan, GonJun and Luke. Two girls and three boys. Clearly Ahsoka takes most of her time training them despite your concerns.

In between the births and conceiving, Anakin and you finally find Obi-Wan. It happens when you find yourself pregnant of your third child and first son. The older Jedi is pleased with how everything ended, easily reconciling with his Padawan. The whole scene is very thrilling to you and you weep for witnessing this long-awaited reunion.

Anakin and Obi-Wan decide to revive the Order Jedi after peace is finally established throughout the Galaxy. But some rules (as not form attachments) are now banished. Obi-Wan also grants the title of Master to Anakin and accepts the invitation to be his namesake’s godfather. A new council of Jedis begins to form from Ahsoka’s generation.

As for you, your rule in Mandalore has been proven fruitful. Peace is now firmly established and there is little for you to concern yourself with.

That is what you contemplate when you leave bed early and begin to watch the sun rise from the windows of your bedchambers. Little Luke is sleeping in the bed with you, but you feel Anakin’s arms sneak behind you.

“Why up so early, duchess?”

You lift your head to meet his gaze and bring his face to yours. Anakin smiles as he reads your sentiments. You kiss him and pull him close. The balance is felt. And Anakin never felt in peace before as he is with you now.

[bicmason]

SFW Alphabet – Simon "Ghost" Riley.

★ Well, besides my presentation, this is my first post!! Hope you like it :) <3

★ Synopsis: Fluff of how Simon is in a relationship with you, reader!

★ Warnings: None, I think??? I'm new to this warning thing by the way!! If you hear anything that needs warning, please put it in the comments!!

But, I think the main thing is that this is my vision of Simon, if you don't like it, that's fine but don't hate me :)

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

– I feel this man has a vibe that he's not very affectionate, not now.

– Maybe, if we talk about him before his whole family was murdered, I think he would be more affectionate, but as I said before, not now. This man has changed.

– However, he's not total ice. He'll do things for you - leave notes around the house (maybe before he leaves for a long mission), bring you flowers, organize your things when he has time to spare, maybe cook for you. He's also a good listener, take advantage of that. Talk to him, he'll appreciate it. He's a man of service and nothing will change my mind 😭😭

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

– Maybe you were friends with Soap first, thus getting close to Simon too. You would initiate this. It would probably start with you trying to talk to him, few things, but you still got closer.

– And this man is a good friend, believe me. Are you having problems with a mission? If he's not TOO busy, he'll help you, believe me. Personal problems you need to vent about? He is there. He doesn't like to give his opinion, but you know he listens to you. He also makes some lame jokes to make you smile a little.

– He would also do you favors, as long as he was available for - that's his only bad point, if he's busy, forget anything you've asked him to do, he won't do it ☠️

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

– In a relationship, I believe it would take a few weeks? He doesn't care about your touch. He literally doesn't care, he just finds it strange in a way, he's not used to really affectionate touches.

– Anyway, the first time you asked him (in a romantic relationship) he refused. Not because 'uh he rejects touch', he just... thought it was weird. He thought about the idea later, and when you asked - hesitantly - for it again, he accepted, still a little stiff.

Spoiler: He likes to be the bigger spoon, but if he's totally relaxed around you, he can and will want to be the smaller spoon.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

– I believe so, he will want to settle down with you. Maybe not so quickly, but he would like the idea.

– And, he's a good cook, even though he doesn't make food very often! (Headcanon that he buys food that lasts months because he doesn't even spend much time at home so buying perishable food will just waste his money for nothing)

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

– Like… it depends on your relationship. You two really get along really well but he's just too broken to make you happy for the rest of your life?

– Then he would give clues - long conversations about how you would react if he broke up, he would slowly pull away and a few more things as subtle as a feather, but that would have a huge weight for him. Believe me, he doesn't really want to break up with you, he just thinks he needs to.

– But, if you are a little "boring" (I don't know how to describe this in English, forgive me) with each other, believe me, he will disappear from your life, quickly and simply. There's nothing to explain, he'll disappear like a ghost.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

– Yes, he likes the idea, yeah! But he doesn't want to get married. He already finds dating a bit... tiring for him, I don't see him as very emotionally responsible, sorry, but just look at him. (That includes the fact that you live together - he doesn't want something official, you know?)

– But of course, with the power of imagination, let's just say that maybe you would change this man's mind? Oh yes, implant little ideas about this in his head, and he would propose to you in an official marriage - No big parties, please :^

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

– Like I said, this man is not used to touching. But touch him. Touch his hand, touch his arm, he's okay with it.

– Just don't touch him 'intimately' - don't get too close to his chest/neck in public, maybe his inner thighs and don't kiss him too much...passionately in public. He doesn't want that.

– But he is kind, believe me. He can touch your cheek, hold your little fingers hidden under the table. He's also kind mentally, a little at least. He thinks of you, he remembers you. He knows he can come back to you and you will want him back. He will want to come back to you and tell you a little about his day, he will want to listen to you because he feels like he is doing it right. He doesn't want to scare you or make you feel trapped by him in any way, he wants to be okay with you, and he wants you to be okay with him.

– ☆ Bonus points if you make his favorite food, he'll praise you until you don't want any more.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

– He likes hugs!! But only from specific people - If you're a rookie recruit, don't even think about trying to touch him, for God's sake. But it's not the same for you, dear reader. He loves your hugs, they bring comfort, hope that he can be Simon again, and not Ghost.

– It’s not that frequent. He won't be uwu hugging you for any reason or anywhere.

– The only part you should be surprised about is if you guys are in public, really exposed and he does this. Otherwise, normal programming - Hugs when you get home from missions, hugs when you go to sleep, maybe the occasional hug from behind just to smell you after a nightmare or when you're cooking.

– And it’s not a strange hug. Maybe the first and second time yes - this man doesn't hug anyone, I swear - And then he's already more relaxed under your touch.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

– He doesn't say, at least not until at least 10 months into the relationship. And he would tell you that when you were sleepy, probably.

– But, he writes them. He does this around the 7th or 8th month of dating. He starts writing letters with little sloppy hearts and an "ily." dry at the end.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

– He's not jealous. This man is too confident! (Remember, he's confident he's handsome in "quite the opposite," yk. That doesn't mean he doesn't have sad days, they just aren't as frequent.)

– If he's jealous, you'll know with the soft looks he gives you! 🥰🥰 (He will stare into your soul and that of the rookie who is flirting with you, biting himself with jealousy beneath that mask).

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

– They are chaste, quick kisses. When necessary, he will kiss you properly - A little slower, his hands holding your waist tightly.

– He likes to kiss your cheek. He thinks it's cute and innocent - things you guys aren't.

– And he likes it when you stand on tiptoe to kiss him on the lips. It just boosts his ego, he can't help it.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

– I WAS LOOKING FORWARD TO THIS PART! GOD- have you ever seen him talking and playing with his nephew?!?!?!? This man likes children, please!!! ;(((

– Anyway, he likes children. Yes he is scary but there is always that one child who sympathizes with him. He's just squeamish about it, he's a killer dealing with children. He feels weird but he still likes it because it reminds him of his little late nephew :((.

– I don't know if it made sense, but this man is simply soft on children. He will teach them how to be little devils-

– And about having children, he is hesitant. He has some not very cool ideas, he's not to blame for that. He grew up being traumatized. He is afraid of taking it out too aggressively on his son/daughter for silly reasons, so please, if you want to have a child with him, you will have to change him and manage to keep him calm.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

– They are lazy. Not that you'll go back to sleep, you'll spend a few more minutes lying down, just gossiping about the other soldiers while exchanging some kisses and smiles, with his strong arms wrapped around you.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

– Oh man. This is complicated.

– Firstly, he is a very light sleeper. If you move a lot in bed, he will wake up every time. A sound a little too loud like a falling feather? He will listen. He just can't change it.

– Secondly, he has nightmares. Oh yes he has them. Just imagine you're sleeping peacefully and then you feel him grabbing you, almost hurting you because of his grip. You will have to fight to wake him up from it and the marks will stay for a few days. He feels bad about it. Many times he would rather spend days on the couch than sleep with you next to him again.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

– He is neither too slow nor too fast. He opens up a little if you ask, but only what you ask. He will say this calmly, pausing and sometimes finishing explaining or adding more details the next day.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

– He has problems, but I think he is as calm as possible, at least with you. He is angry on missions. he gets nervous a few hours after them when they go wrong, but he calms down when he approaches you, when he sees that you are waiting for him and are ready to listen to him.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

– He remembers many details about you, but sometimes they are strange things. The way your eyebrows look when you doubt something, the way you eat, the way you write. Maybe some more normal details, like what you like to eat, what you really like, the type of movie/series/book you like.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

– I believe the day you ran into his arms after a mission. The first time he felt that there was someone who loved him and waited for him after so long.

– Probably also your first kiss, this man was nervous and clashed his teeth with yours. Forgive him, he was nervous >:(

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

– He is not very protective, he knows your strength.

– But if you ask, he can almost be a distant shadow of you.

– and he likes and doesn't like being protected, you know? He wants to be protected - when you are alone, when you are lying down and he is afraid of nightmares, but he also wants to protect you, he wants to be your guard dog, he will check doors and windows if you focus in fear of a noise at night.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

– I feel like he has a little memory problem for dates. He can't help it, he's so busy killing other people, how can he think about his relationship anniversary?

– But when he remembers, he'll write big letters and probably buy you something like a teddy bear. He tries as hard as he can.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

– He doesn't usually take a shower right after arriving from missions. He's too tired, so he just plops down on his couch, it's all dirty and you feel like making him sleep in Riley's little house because of it, but you understand him and you let him rest.

– He drinks and can say nasty things. Not in a bad way, but he can just be a little rough with you when that happens. That would be one of the reasons he would break up with you - his brutality.

– I feel like he might be a bit of a complainer. He adores you, God, there's nothing he loves more in the world, but don't make a serious mistake around him. He will tell you things that a BORING father would say until you feel bad and maybe start crying. He will calm down and hug you, trying to calm you down.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

– He’s not really worried about himself. God, he just wears that mask for everything-

– If you insist, he could wear something very different from what he usually wears, but this would only happen when he can be sure he is safe at home, because then he can do without the mask for you.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

- Oh yeah. His little heart hurts when he gets hurt a little too much on a mission, because he knows you're going to cry. You cry over anything that involves almost losing him!

– He sometimes misses you when he needs to sleep in an abandoned building. If you are a soldier of the TF-141, sometimes Price can send you to different locations and this ruins your beloved Ghost. He likes you a lot.

X = Xtra (a random headcanon for them)

- I feel like he has an allergy to sweet smells. Not a very serious allergy, but he may sniffle his nose if you wear a very sweet perfume around him.

- I don't know, but I imagine he has tourette :(. This came when I saw a video of him on Tik Tok, he keeps moving his head to check the sides (Of course, rightly so) but I feel like sometimes he has some attacks, where he might be talking to you and suddenly he turns his head to the side, sometimes raising his shoulders in a defensive manner or reacting with his hands that ends up almost punching you. It's something that came from trauma/PTSD, please take care of this little big man. He only has you.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

– Sorry messy readers (and myself) but he doesn’t like clutter at home. At least not when he doesn't arrive tired from missions, he's strange. He will organize things perfectly, so please keep things clean.

– Also, please don’t try to irritate him on purpose. You'll end up hitting a nerve and he'll hurt you, either by accidentally slapping you or pulling you away from him. He has a problem with that, but he bears your irritation upon him. Just don't overdo it, beauties.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

– HE SNORES, HE SLEEP VERY QUICKLY AND WAKES UP VERY EASILY.

– In fact, his snoring is strange, it’s choking, you know? (pls say yes)

– Please hold his head close to your chest. He likes listening to your heartbeat, he thinks it calms him on bad nights.

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Affection (Bicobomb/Bulletbomb)

Mostly focused on Pico x Whitty (Bulletbomb), but still Bf x Pico x Whitty (Bicobomb)

Fic below the cut!

**Auther Note: Breif mentions of sex, but nothing happens. Like I said, I don't do lemons. NOT SMUT! It's just Pico reasuring Whitty that he respects his Asexuality (It's canon that Whitty's a romantic ace, how cool is that? I'm a romantic ace, so it's nice to have some ace characters out there). So yeah, no lemons, just affectionate physical contact (hugs, kisses, that whole thing where person A runs their fingers through person B's hair, that stuff. Figured I should put that note here just in case. Onwards!**

Affection was a strange thing to Whitty. He wasn't accustomed to receiving love, he never had a romantic partner before. So when he ended up with two boyfriends, he wasn't sure what to do. The ins and outs of relationships wasn't something Whitty really knew. From what he could tell, neither did Pico, to some extent. Whenever it was just the two of them, there was this feeling of distance. Whitty loved Pico, and Pico loved him too, but neither of them really knew how to approach each other when it came to affection. Fortunately, Boyfriend was full of love, and never tried to hide it. In the beginning, Whitty felt overwhelmed by Boyfriend's constant lovey-dovey nature, despite the man's short stature, he managed to smother Whitty and Pico with attention. 

Whitty never fully realized how much he needed love till he finally had it. He's come to realize that he's "touch starved" as Boyfriend called it. The first time Bf had cuddled up to him was nothing that big, but to Whitty, it meant the world. They were on the couch watching tv when Bf had suddenly snuggled into Whitty's side. When Whitty first felt the soft mass on his side, he froze, unsure. Then Bf started rubbing his back, and that's when he broke. Thick, black tears flowed down his face, and Bf thought he had upset Whitty. When Whitty explained that wasn't the case, Boyfriend cuddled him even more. It was a little memory Whitty will always cherish.

Right now however, Bf was out running errands, and it was just Pico and Whitty on the couch. They sat apart from each other, and there was an awkward silence between them. It felt so easygoing when Bf was there, why was it so quiet without him?  Whitty was unsure of what to do. He really liked Pico, but he wasn't always sure how to approach him. B loved any and all affection, but Pico seemed more reserved.

The two men were watching tv. Well, sort of. Pico appeared to be really deep in thought. His face was tense, eyebrows knitted together. His fingers were intertwined, resting against his face. Whitty was busy watching Pico. He wasn't used to asking for love, but he honestly wanted to be closer to Pico. Both in a metaphorical and literal sense. He wanted to run his fingers through Pico's orange hair and hold him close. But would Pico want that? Especially now? He seemed to be thinking about something important, but what? Whitty almost jolted when Pico's eyes suddenly met his own. "You alright big man? You've been staring at me for a while." Whitty averted his eyes, somewhat embarrassed. "Ah, sorry. I was just- zoning out, I guess." Whitty rubbed the back of his head, a nervous tick of his. "Hmm." Pico hummed. Whitty awkwardly shifted. After a bit more awkward silence, Pico spoke again. "Hey Whits? Can I ask ya something?" Whitty tilted his head, then hesitantly nodded. "Do I… make ya uncomfortable?" Pico stared into Whitty's eyes, not breaking contact. Whitty was taken aback. 

Uncomfortable? He wasn't sure if "uncomfortable" was the word he'd use. Nervous maybe, but not always bad. He just felt distant from Pico (which was kind of crazy considering the fact that they lived together). Whitty stammered a bit on his words. "I mean… no? You don't make me uncomfortable. I just… I dunno… feel like we could be… closer?" Pico raised a brow at this. "Closer?"  Pico asked, his head turned towards Whitty. Whitty started fidgeting with his hoodie strings. "Yeah, closer. I mean, I feel like we don't… hang out enough. Just you and me?" Pico scooted closer to Whitty. "I… feel the same way, honestly." Pico reached out his hand and rested it on Whitty's thigh. "I've known Bf for years. I wanna know more about you too. I mean, if all three of us are dating, then we should be close, right?" Pico looked up at Whitty again, fully facing him. Whitty's eyes widened a bit. He was surprised but also grateful that Pico appeared to be on the same page. It made him feel more at ease. "So…" Whitty began, slowly moving his hand on top of Pico's. His own hand was so much larger than Pico's. Pico entwined their fingers. Pico's fingers could barely reach over Whitty's large palm, but he didn't mind. "Where should we start?" Whitty continued.

 Pico wrapped his arms around Whitty's torso, the bomb man returned the gesture, wrapping his large arms around Pico. The two stayed that way for a bit, unsure how to continue. Pico leaned into Whitty's side, he could feel the man's warmth. The taller man was wearing a simple tank top and sweatpants, allowing Pico to feel his smooth skin upon contact. Whitty may not be soft, but he was warm, and that was enough for Pico. The almost metal-like skin Whitty had fascinated Pico.

 Whitty, without warning, gently buried one of his hands into Pico's orange hair, his large fingers brushing through the orange locks. Pico leaned into the touch as Whitty massaged his scalp. Pico moves one of his hands to rub Whitty's arm. 

Pico moved to sit in Whitty's lap, facing him. Whitty moved his hand back into Pico's hair. He wasn't entirely sure why he was so drawn to his hair so much. Maybe it was because he himself didn't have any hair, or maybe it was because Pico's hair, though messy, was just so soft. 

Pico apparently decided to do some exploration of his own, and placed his hand on Whitty's chest, just below the man's collar bone. He could see the edges of the 'X' that was on Whitty's chest where the shirt didn't cover it. Pico placed his other hand on the lower part of Whitty's stomach, slowly pushing the fabric up. He stopped however, when the action made Whitty stiffen, almost jolting. He pulled his hands away from the metallic skin. Whitty looked at him with somewhat startled eyes. "You okay Whits?" Pico asked, genuinely concerned he might have crossed a line. Whitty seemed to calm down a bit. "Yeah, I'm fine." 

Pico grasped Whitty's hand, holding it with both of his own. "Did I.. push a boundary there?" Pico asked sincerely. Whitty paused for a bit, then placed Pico's hand on his chest again. "I'm okay without my shirt, but, uh… just don't go 'farther' than that." Whitty admitted, avoiding eye contact. It took a second for it to click, but Pico understood. "Oh." 

Pico cupped Whitty's cheek, ensuring they made eye contact. "Whits, I know yer asexual and I'm not gonna make you do anything you don't want to. I'm sorry if I made you think I was." Whitty smiled a bit, feeling comforted in knowing Pico wouldn't pressure him for sex. "Thanks, Pico." 

"Sorry for putting my hand up your shirt, it's a habit of mine, I guess. Bee always liked it. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I should've asked you first." Pico added, still feeling a tad guilty. Whitty gave Pico a reassuring pat on his back. "I know you didn't mean any harm. It's cool." 

Whitty leaned forward and softly buried his face into the crook between Pico's head and neck. "Thank you, Pico."

Pico smiled, and rubbed the back of Whitty's head in a soothing motion. "Of course, babe." Pico kissed Whitty's head. Whitty let out a calm and low chuckle that reverberated through Pico's body. 

The bomb man rubbed circles on Pico's back, his large hand covered almost half of the smaller's back. Which was something Whitty was used to, it was rare that he met someone anywhere close to his size. 

Usually, his above average height was something he didn't like to be reminded of. The idea that he was such a big and dangerous creature, even without the risk of exploding, that he could easily crush someone like Boyfriend or Pico if he wanted to was… frightening. He was nervous to apply any pressure to physical contact with his boyfriends, they were just more delicate by comparison (though Pico and Bf would definitely push back on that).

 Not to mention his internal heat, which could quickly become external at any moment if he got too emotional. Whitty remembered the time he accidentally burned Bf when they kissed. Bf burned his tongue on Whitty's mouth, the incident of course made Whitty spiral into guilt and fear that he had hurt one of the few people who still loved him.

Bf was quick to forgive, as he usually was. He did his best to reassure Whitty that he was fine. But the fear still gnawed at Whitty for a while. It took weeks for Whitty to feel comfortable kissing someone again.

Whitty pulled away a bit to make eye contact. 

"Hey Pico?" His voice quietly beckoned his boyfriend's attention. "Hm?" Pico's eyes met orange ones, awaiting the rest of the question. "What do you like? Like, for affection and stuff?" 

Pico thought for a bit, "Hmm.. Let me think.." Whitty nodded, waiting patiently. "Well you already figured out I like head massages. Heh heh," Pico chuckled, a slightly pink tinge appearing on his cheeks. Whitty smiled back at him. "And.. I like neck kisses too. Or just kisses anywhere near that.." Pico vaguely gestured, almost dismissively, towards his shoulder and collarbone, "General area."

Whitty tilted his head curiously, "Like, giving them? Or receiving them?" 

Pico shrugged, "Eh, both."

Whitty seemed to pause a bit, his eyes looking off to the side in thought for a moment before refocusing on Pico. 

Whitty leaned forward, head lightly pressed against Pico's. He gently moved the strap of Pico's tank top over to rest loosely off Pico's shoulder.

 He stopped just before reaching Pico's neck. "You mean like this?" His scratchy voice murmured, Pico's eyes widened, though Whitty couldn't see it. He pressed his lips against freckled skin, between Pico's neck and shoulder. 

Pico inhaled sharply, surprised at the warmth of Whitty lips in his skin, and the action all together. He did not expect him to just… dive right in like that. But he certainly wasn't opposed to it. 

Pico let out a relaxed sigh. Whitty's kisses felt like smooth, warm stones pressing into his muscle, slowly driving the tension away. Like when you go get a massage and they put river rocks that were soaked in warm water on your back.

Pico leaned his head to the side, giving Whitty more access to his neck. Whitty didn't need instructions, already moving his kisses to that area. Each warm peck lingered for a few seconds, allowing little bits of Whitty's warmth to pour into Pico. 

Pico felt a smooth hand entangle itself into his hair, right where the back of his neck met his head. Another hand placed itself on his back, he could feel its warmth through the fabric of his shirt. 

Whitty leaned forward, causing Pico to lean back. Pico was hardly even on the couch anymore. If he leaned this far back without Whitty holding him, he would've fallen to the floor. Sitting on Whitty's lap like this, laying back in his arms so loosely, yet securely… It was like Whitty was silently telling him to let go and just relax. It felt so… safe.

Pico let out a deep, content sigh. "Oh yeah, that.." His head leaned back and eyes fluttered shut as he felt Whitty's fingers massage his scalp. "... That feels really nice." 

Whitty smiled against Pico's skin. Something about having Pico melting into his embrace like this was so… pleasant. It was endearing to see Pico so relaxed. Whitty pulled away from giving kisses so he could look at Pico's face, though he continued to caress his back and scalp. 

Pico was resting his hands on his stomach, his eyes closed, he took long, deep breaths. He was smiling in a way Whitty hadn't seen before. This wasn't the confident, somewhat cocky grin he wore during a fight, or the flirty smirk he often threw at Boyfriend and Whitty. This was a small smile, one that just barely parted his lips enough to make his teeth visible. It was a content, lazy smile, something Whitmore never thought he'd see on Pico.

"Fuck, man… I could fall asleep like this." Pico said, just above a mumble. The almost drowsiness in his tone proved he wasn't kidding. Whitty didn't stop though, he liked seeing this side of Pico. Whitty pressed a kiss to Pico's forehead, mumbling something like "go ahead".

 "Hey Whits… remind me ta.." Pico's sentence was interrupted with a yawn. "... ta give ya a message like this later.. k?" Whitty chuckled, doing his best not to move Pico too much. "Alright, I will." Whitty assured, smiling. Pico yawned again. "... Cool.."

… 

They stayed that way for a little while. Pico had long since passed out. Whitty didn't dare wake him from his peaceful slumber. 

 

After what felt like forever, Whitty heard the sound of keys entering a lock behind him. Their front door opened to reveal Boyfriend, who was holding groceries. Multiple bags wrapped around both his arms. Despite all the weight, he appeared completely unfazed. Not bothered by the heavy groceries. Bf might be small, but both Pico and Whitty knew he was deceptively strong. A "little muscle ball" as Pico called him. 

He walked into the kitchen, Whitty heard the sound of all the bags and their contents being set down on the counter. Pico apparently heard it too, as he began shifting awake. Part of Whitty was a bit sad that Pico woke up, but his arms were starting to get tired from holding the same position for so long. 

Boyfriend trotted towards them, smiling. Pico began to sit up with some help from Whitty, his posture was slouched from not being fully awake yet. Trying to rub the sleep from his eyes.

 Bf immediately wrapped his arms around Pico. "Hello my boys!" Bf's high pitched voice greeted. Pico let out a tired groan in response. "Aw, sleepy Pico Bico!" He playfully teased in a sing-song voice, smushing Pico's cheeks. Pico muttered an almost unintelligible "Don't call me that.." Bf then hopped onto the couch so he could hug Whitty as well. "Heya Blackberry~" Bf greeted. Whitty playfully rolled his eyes, but grinned at the familiar pet name. Whitty returned Bf's hug. "Hi Blueberry, welcome home." Bf giggled and kissed Whitty on the cheek. "Aww! I missed you guys!" 

"Yeah… missed ya too." Pico mumbled, a slight smile appearing on his features. "Need help with the groceries?" Whitty offered as he lifted Pico and put him on the couch. Boyfriend waved dismissively. "Nah, I got it. Thanks though!" Whitty nodded, and Bf returned to the kitchen. He hummed random tunes as he organized. "I'm gonna make dinner tonight!" Bf yelled, "Sounds good, Blueberry! Thank you!" Whitty replied, yelling as well.

"Hey Whits." 

Whitty turned to the man beside him, "Yeah? What's up?" He suddenly felt chapped lips press against his cheek. "Thanks. For everything earlier." Whitty nodded, and with a smirk on his face, said "Yeah, you too… Pico Bico."

"God damn it. Not you too!"

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Xiao: Jealous HCs

But never be ashamed of anything anon. We believe in Xiao supremacy in this house. I treat Xiao as this angry boy who just wants to be hugged but refuses to say so.

I’d like to think it would cross his mind and yes, you are right 👀 green with envy as they say. I’m desperate for Xiao crumbs and waiting for him to drop so he can rip my HCs apart.

yes aha..part 3;; I’m not slow at all with requests haha...don’t look at me like that. I’m trying okay. It’s still day 1.

💕🥰 but ty all for the support! I hope you’re still here... I’m still working on my writing style and getting back into the swing of things.

Here’s my second appreciation post for @cattycattitude​ Beautiful human being that has been with me since the beginning and fuck I’m in love 💕💕

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Semi Part 1: Friendship

Semi Part 2: Falling in Love

Semi Part 3: Cuddles

Semi Part 4: Protective

Semi Part 5: Affection

Semi Part 7: First Kiss

Semi Part 8: Opposites Attract

Semi Part 9:  String of Fate [Soulmate] HCs

Semi Part 10:  [ Fainting ]

Really liking this semi-series. Never meant for them to be connected but look at how far our boy has grown 💕💕 aka look at how many liberties I took.

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Xiao: Jealous HCs

Xiao has been alive for a very long time. He’s felt hatred, sadness, and every ugly emotion under the sun. But when Rex Lapis had released him from that possession and he was given a second chance, he promised himself that he would not let himself go down that hole again. He’s been living in solitude and even the barest amount of social interaction he does have, he still keeps his distance. That was until you kicked down and broke the door and entered his life. It was the first time he had ever felt love, affection, and happiness. He was grateful and respectful to Rex Lapis and his fellow adepti but with you, a growing sense of personal protectiveness burst forth but even then, he had never been extremely jealous over anyone.

If you played with Dusty Ming then he was fine with it. If someone was taking up your time he might get protective sure, but never extremely jealous. Even when Rex Lapis himself complimented you on your looks or prowess, he would never feel jealous. He either didn’t know the person or trusted them and while it was his duty to protect Liyue, he never associated himself with any others so what was there to be jealous of? That was Xiao’s mental rant as he watched Childe of all people talking with you and beside you and-

“Deep breaths Xiao. Remember what Guizhong taught you. You cannot pick up your spear and beat your problems into submission. It is not healthy and it is frowned upon in 7 regions”

He might have gotten a bit too used to your affection plus adding onto the fact that it was Childe, the man that thought it was a good idea to summon an ancient god just so he could get the attention of Rex Lapis, therefore endanger you - and Liyue but mostly you - meant that he was dangerous and a schemer and who knows what else. Maybe he was just a bit touched starved but with Childe taking up all your time and how casual Childe was skinship. From ruffling your hair, swinging an arm around you, and laughing along he couldn’t help but feel that familiar green monster dig itself into his heart and laugh at him.

You still have his sleeve on you and in theory that should be enough but Childe doesn’t know the first thing about Liyue traditions if it doesn’t involve fighting. For christ sake, he used the expensive chopsticks Zhongli gave him as weapons. He doesn’t understand why Zhongli and you say he can’t eviscerate him. It was fine, it wasn’t as if he was some animal that constantly needed your attention and care so he could stay strong. What would you say if you saw him like this?

It’s only when Childe, looks him in the eye, grins smugly, and places a hand on your shoulder that Xiao snaps his chopsticks in half and proceeds to throw the pointed end at Childe’s head. Reputation be damned.

It took a bit but you managed to rip out the chopsticks from the wall of where Childe’s head was. A quick apology to Verr, who didn’t even seem mad that the wall almost had a chopstick hole sticking through it said it was alright, and you quickly dragged Xiao up to the balcony.

“Alright, I know you don’t like Childe and that’s completely understandable but you can’t just attack him like that okay?” you sighed as you looked at the huffy adeptis. He never liked Childe in the first place but it never escalated to a point where he actually tried to attack the fatui. Threats, all the time, but if it wasn’t for Childe’s reflexes you were sure that he would be in some serious danger.

“He’s dangerous and a threat. You shouldn’t associate with him so much and letting him get to close. You never know what those Fatui are thinking” Xiao huffed, crossing his arms and turning away to look over Liyue from the railing. It almost seemed like he was...pouting?

You look at him curiously as you study his features. Looking for cues that only you would recognize before a small lightbulb went off. Come to think of it, it has been awhile since you were up here, just the two of you. You slowly reached over and slide your hand between his arms so you could curl your fingers around his. Your palm resting on his as you slowly but surely pull him into a hug. You almost laugh a bit when his arms go immediately around your frame and pulls you in closer  

“I’m sorry. I guess I have been spending a bit of time with Childe and Zhongli. But you still can’t try and stab Childe ok?” you grin as you cup his face as his yellow eyes stare back at yours. He seems to ponder about it for a second before huffing and nodding.

“Good boy” you laughed as you kiss his forehead. Xiao hmms happily, he missed this. It still felt a bit weird to him to express this type of affection and to receive it but it was nice. The moment however was ruined when he saw Childe talking to Zhongli and pointing at you both from underneath the stairwell. His face immediately glared at the harbinger. You said he shouldn’t try and attack him so...

“Xiao, did you ju-?”

“DID YOU SEE THAT ZHONGLI? HE HISSED AT ME! HE ACTUALLY HISSED AT ME!”

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I kinda forgot I used to write small fics at the bottom. Whoops, Xiao is a goodboy. Best boy. I do not see childe because he is a scammer. If Childe is a fox then Xiao is a cat. I take no criticism.  

[hotch-stufff]

Kiss The Girl

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Warnings!: angst, pining(lots of it), crying, arguing, but a fluffy ending, like super fluffy ending :)

Word Count: 3.7k words

Description: Hotch tries to deny it, but he's madly in love with you. He keeps getting this urge to just kiss you. Could it really be that easy?

A/N: not really sure what this is, but I was listening to that new cover of kiss the girl by Brent Morgan and I really wanted wrote this. It definitely took a turn i was not expecting, but I hope you guys love it as much as I do. :)

*Based off the song "Kiss the Girl"*

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He loved you. It was no secret.

Everyone knew, everyone except maybe him.

Or maybe he did know, but he refused to accept it. He couldn't love you. It was wrong. But if it was wrong, why on earth did it feel so good?

There, you see her, Sitting there, across the way

She don't got a lot to say, but there's something about her

He wasn't the best at sharing his feelings. He was good at locking them away, and throwing away the key. But you, you made that hard.

There was just something about you. It drew him in, and he was hooked.

Maybe it was the way you giggled when you were nervous. Or maybe it was the blush that tinted your cheeks when someone gave you a compliment. Maybe it was the way you showed Hotch the happiness he needed in his darkest times.

He wasn't sure, but he knew you were special. He was sure he knew exactly when these feelings had started. It was the night of Rossi's Christmas party.

You sat on Rossi's couch, laughing along with Morgan and Prentiss. They had made some very very inappropriate joke, that you just thought was hilarious. 

"Okay, h-hang on. I need a refill." You gasped out between laughs. You made your way to the kitchen, grabbing the wine before pouring yourself a glass.

"Hey." You nearly squealed as Hotch came in the room behind you.

"Jesus Hotch, could have given me a heart attack." He simply chuckled. "Yeah, laugh it up." You playfully rolled your eyes.

"I'm sorry." He tried to hide his smile.

"Yeah, you sound it." You walked towards him, giving him a soft smile as the teasing atmosphere faded. The room was empty, and you wouldn't be able to ever work up the courage again.

"Merry Christmas Hotch." You whispered as you leaned up, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. You pulled back, gave him a small smile, and walked back to the living room.

Aaron stood there, shocked. 

Why had you don't that? Why had he liked it? Would you do it again?

The questions repeated in his head, over and over. And he realised that a peck on the cheek wouldn't be enough. 

He needed a kiss, a real kiss. Even just one from you and he would be satisfied for life. But that, was an impossible dream. Or, so he thought.

And you don't know why, but you're dyin' to try

You wanna kiss the girl

Months had passed since then and he still hadn't gotten another kiss from you. 

You two had grown increasingly close however. You were practically inseparable. Always at one of your houses, talking, watching movies, eating. You name it.

Although watching movies was usually with Jack, and currently he was stuck on repeating the Little Mermaid.

"Miss Y/n?" He asked one night.

"Yes Jackers?" You asked, looking down at the small boy.

"Can we please, watch the little mermaid with daddy?" He begged. He used those puppy dog eyes and you were sold.

"Of course we can." You heard a chuckle come from behind you and you whipped around.

"Didn take you long to give in, huh?" Hotch questioned, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Oh shut it Hotchner. Go get the popcorn." He laughed and shook his head before walking to the kitchen.

Soon you found yourself wrapped up with the Hotcner boys. Jack was curled up on your lap, his face buried in your neck as he fell asleep.

As you and Hotch watched the movie, he snuck glances every couple of minutes. He couldn't get over how beautiful you looked. 

And you were holding his son, loving him like he could be your own. It filled Hotch's heart with love and affection.

And then that song began playing softly in the background

Yes, you want her

Look at her, you know you do

The lyrics spoke a truth that Hotch was desperately trying to avoid. 

But he didn't know how much longer he could go without telling you. In the moment he couldn't remember why he hadn't told you already.

Possible she wants you too, there is one way to ask her

It don't take a word, not a single word

Go on and kiss the girl

All he wanted to do was reach over and bring you into a kiss. Just a simple kiss. 

Just to feel your lips move together. Just for a second. He almost did. You had turned to look at him, and he leaned in slightly. His hand raising. 

But the shrill sound of his phone broke the trance. His hand receded before you could grab it. And he didn't kiss you.

You were filled with a disappointment that you couldn't explain. 

Sha-la-la-la-la-la, my, oh, my, look like the boy too shy, He ain't gonna kiss the girl

Sha-la-la-la-la-la, ain't that sad? Ain't it a shame? Too bad, He gonna miss the girl

The music of the movie faded as a grim look replaced the carefree one on Hotch's face. 

"We'll be right in." He muttered out the words with disdain, sending you an apologetic look.

But you barely noticed, you were still trying to calm down the beating of your heart.

He was going to kiss you.

Did he feel the same way that you did?

All thoughts left your mind though as you felt Jack wake in your arms.

"Hey buddy." He looked up at you with the eyes he shared with his father.

"Do you have to leave?" Your heart broke a little bit at his questions.

"Yeah, bud. I'm sorry." He just smiled at you and burrows further into your chest.

"Its 'kay." He mumbled sleepily. "But we have to wait till Aunt Jess gets here so we can keep cuddling." Your heart swelled and your face lit up. Hotch was staring at the two of you, in awe. His son loved you so much. 

You looked over at him, a tear in your eye. He swallowed as he pushed his feelings aside, giving you a soft smile before getting up to get dressed.

He was screwed.

A couple cases later, and you were holed up in a precinct, everyone nearly falling asleep.

It was a bad case, a really bad case. And you were running out of time. The unsubs' latest victim only had about a day left.

But nobody could work if they were falling asleep. Eventually Hotch sighed and told everyone it was time to head to the hotel.

But of course, once there, there were only 4 rooms.

"I'm taking my own room. I'm old." Rossi said and grabbed the key before anyone could argue.

"C'mon pretty boy." Morgan grabbed another key, and walked off with spence.

"I'll go with Jj. Y/l/n, you good with Hotch?" Your face went bright red at Prentiss's words. But you nodded, looking anywhere but at Hotch. You couldn't say no, it would be too obvious.

"Y-yeah, that's fine." You all trudged to the elevator, Emily and Jj said goodnight and walked off once you reached your floor. You and Hotch walked in silence down the hall to the very last room.

He swung the door open, and you had to stop yourself from gasping. There was only one bed.

"I'll uh, I'll take the floor." You scrunched your nose at Hotch's offer and he couldn't deny how adorable you looked.

"Hotch, no. That will kill your back." You shook your head. "We can share. We're both adults, it's fine." You're not sure if you're convincing yourself or him. He just nods and gives a soft okay.

"Do you want the first shower?" He asked. 

"Um, no. I shower in the mornings." He nodded before walking into the bathroom.

Why was this so awkward? You guys were such good friends, this shouldn't be so weird. 

You pushed the thought aside before crawling into the bed and curling up.

Hotch walked out of the bathroom 10 minutes later in nothing but a towel.

Your eyes grew and you couldn't take your eyes off of him. He cleared his throat, and you looked up at his eyes.

"Uh sorry, forgot my bag." You nodded, looking away quickly. Too scared to speak. He quickly went back into the bathroom.

"Get a hold of yourself." You whispered to yourself. You weren't going to survive this case if he did that again. He joined you in bed soon after getting dressed.

Neither of you spoke, neither of you moved, neither of you breathed. It was completely silent.

After about 20 minutes of silence and trying desperately to fall asleep you spoke up.

"Hotch?" 

"Yeah?" His voice was hoarse.

"Um, I can't sleep." You turned towards him and he did the same.

"Neither can I." You sighed.

"How's Jack?" You asked, trying to bring up the mood, or to at least get rid of the awkwardness. It seemed to work because his face lit up at the mention of his son.

"He's good. He actually just asked if you could come over soon. He got an A plus on his spelling test that you helped him study for and he really wants to show you." You smiled as you listened.

"That's great! He was so nervous for that test." 

"Yeah, thank you Y/n for helping him." You grabbed his hand, squeezing gently.

"Of course Hotch. I love Jack." You muttered, and you fell into silence again.

But it was more content, more peaceful. Your hands stayed laced together, and Hotch's mind went blank as you started leaning closer.

Now's your moment

Floating in a blue lagoon

Boy, you better do it soon, no time will be better

He started leaning in, his hand moved from your own to cup your face. But something switched in his mind. What was he doing? This was wrong. He couldn't let this happen. 

Your faces were inches apart when he pulled his hand away and scooted backwards slightly.

Look like the boy too shy

He ain't gonna kiss the girl

Your face fell, and his heart squeezed painfully.

"Um, we should go to bed." You were so confused. You thought that was it. It was perfect. He, he pulled away though. Why had he pulled away?

You could almost physically see his walls being built up.

Walls you had spent so much time breaking down.

"Oh, um. O-okay." You stuttered out, pulling back  quickly.

"Goodnight Y/n." He said softly, but you didn't respond. You were too scared you would cry if you did. 

You fell asleep faster than you anticipated, but maybe you were just that tired. 

He was gone when you woke up.

You thought everything might just go back to the way it was after that night.

But boy were you wrong. Hotch had completely pulled away from you.

No longer did he invite you over, or invite you to do paperwork in his office with him

You didn't watch movies, or go out to eat, or even talk about anything other than work. It was hell.

You tried, you really tried to get him to open up again, but it just didn't work. Nothing did.

It was to the point where he would be almost rude to you. 

The team was beginning to notice. And you couldn't hold back any longer. It was killing you.

You needed to talk to him, past this wall he had put up. You needed to know why he was pushing you away. You walked up to his door, knocking on the door.

"Come in." He said softly. You walked in, and his eyes stayed trained on the paperwork in front of him.

"Hotch?" He still didn't look up.

"How can I help you Agent Y/l/n?" He asked, his voice not wavering from professionalism. You shut the door behind you and walked forward, sitting in one of the chairs.

"We need to talk." He was taken aback slightly by the determination in your voice, but he sighed before setting down his pen.

"What is it?" He sounded almost annoyed, which just made you angrier.

"What the hell is going on?" You didn't mean to be so rude about it, but you needed to know.

"Excuse me?" 

"Seriously Hotch, we went from talking almost every day, to not speaking unless it has something to do with work."

"Y/l/n…" he went to stop you.

"No. Hotch please. I don't know what I did." You begged. "I mean you can't even use my name anymore." You whispered.

"This is very unprofessional." he wasn't breaking.

"Please Aaron. Don't lie to me." You tried his first name, and he had never loved his name being spoken more than when you said it. But he had to stop this.

"Agent Y/l/n. I'm sorry if our friendship was confus-" but you cut him off.

"We weren't just friends. You know that and I know that." He had the audacity to look confused. But he knew exactly what you were talking about.

Don't try to hide it how, You wanna kiss the girl

"Please Aaron, don't pretend, not with me."

"Agent Y/l/n! That's enough!" His voice was rising. 

He didn't understand why you couldn't just let it go.

"No it's not. I love you Aaron, I'm sorry. But I do. And it hurts so much that you are pushing me away!" Your eyes filled with tears and Hotch stood there, awed that you felt this way. But he couldn't let you in. So he took that final heartbreaking step.

"I don't love you." He whispered out. You had been standing and you took a staggering step backwards. 

"What?" Your voice was small.

"I don't love you Y/n." The lie was tearing him apart. Why was he doing this again?

Tears began falling down your face. You were upset and mad and heartbroken. And you were embarrassed that this man had this much of a hold on you.

"Fine." You sniffed. "If that's how you feel Agent Hotchner." He missed the way you said Aaron and flinched at the formal title. But this was what he wanted. "I apologize for the unprofessionalism." You turned to leave, but stopped when he spoke.

"Y/n…" His voice was small, strained. You wiped away your tears. When you looked back, his eyes were glossy.

But he didn't say anything else and you kept walking, slamming the door behind you. The bullpen silenced and everyone stared at you.

It was humiliating, but you walked to Rossi's office, your head held high.

"Rossi?" 

"Y/l/n, what's wrong?" He asked, like he hadn't heard the conversation through his shared wall with Hotch. 

"Can you please tell Hotch that I'm sick and I won't be in for a while?" Your voice wavered slightly, but you ignored it.

"Y/n-" he started, but you didn't feel like talking.

"Please Rossi?" You begged, praying he would just say yes so you could leave.

"Yes, of course." You nodded and thanked him before leaving. You slipped down to your desk and grabbed your bag. 

You didn't see Hotch standing in the doorway of his office, watching you as you left, tears silently slipping down your face.

Your teammates asked what was happening, but you just waved them off and left.

They all turned to Hotch, but he was already back in his office, his door slamming for the second time that day.

You wanna kiss the girl

A week passed, and you hadn't come back to work yet. Hotch wasn't sure what to do with himself. He hated what he did.

The team was confused, Rossi kept sending him angry glances, and your empty desk was haunting him.

And then, Jack asked that question. The question that broke him just a little more.

"Why doesn't Miss Y/n come over anymore daddy?" He had asked one night at dinner.

He didn't know how to answer. "Does she not love us anymore?" His eyes were big and glossy like he was going to cry. He decided not to lie to his son.

"Daddy made a mistake and Miss Y/n is just a little sad right now." Jack didn't understand what was happening, but he wanted to help fix it. His dad had been so sad these past couple of weeks and it made him sad. 

"Daddy, you have to say sorry! And you have to do what the song says!" Hotch looked at his son confused. What song?

"What song buddy?" He asked, pulling his son into his lap.

"You know, you have to kiss the girl!" He giggled like it was the most obvious answer in the world.

"The little mermaid song?" He asked, smiling at his son's innocence. 

"Yes, remember, you and Y/n were sitting on the couch before you left for work, and you were going to kiss her!" Hotch looks shocked, Jack was awake for that?

"Um, buddy. Me and Y/n aren't together." He sighed as his son deflated.

"But why? You love her. And she loves you." He spoke, confused as to what was happening.

"Um.." Hotch drew a blank. He couldn't give this little boy an answer. Not when it was his fault. Not when he was the one that had said no. 

It was a mistake, a huge mistake. He should have just told you.  Why hadn't he?

He should have kissed you.

The first time, or the second time. He should have told you that he loved you too. Was it too late? 

"Um, buddy, you know what? It's time for bed." Hotch put his son to sleep and called Rossi, asking him to come over.

He prayed he wasn't too late. Rossi showed up at his door 20 minutes later.

"Hotch-" but he knew.

"I know, I'm an idiot. But I have to go tell her I love her too." He was rushing, grabbing his keys.

"Atta boy Aaron." Was all Rossi said as Hotch ran out the door, jumping in his car.

He was sure he was going faster than the speed limit, but he couldn't care less. He needed to see you, and to be with you. To tell you that he loved you.

His car was barely parked when he jumped out and ran up to your door, banging on it.

You heard the noise wondering who would come over so late. You were shocked to find Hotch there as you opened the door.

There, you see her, Sitting there, across the way

She don't got a lot to say, but there's something about her

"Y/n." Was all he said. You slammed the door in his face.  He began banging his fist in the door and you threw it open, again.

"Leave Hotch." 

"Please, Y/n, just hear me out." He begged. You hesitated, but moved to the side letting him in. You shut the door softly.

Yes, you want her, Look at her, you know you do

Possible she wants you too, there is one way to ask her

"What do you want, Hotch? What more could you possibly want?" He shook his head, holding his tears at bay.

"Aaron." He spoke quietly.

"What?" 

"Please, it's Aaron." 

"Agent Hotchner. You need to leave." But he didn't leave. He stood there and stared at you. 

"I'm so sorry Y/n." 

"Hotch, seriously, I can't do this. I can't." You tried to keep those tears in, you were tired of crying over him, but there was no point. You felt then slip down your face.

Words weren't working, he had already said enough. But he remembered Jacks words. 

The song.

Now's your moment, Boy, you better do it soon, no time will be better

She don't say a word and she won't say a word, Until you kiss the girl

He stepped forward and brought his hand up to your face. He leaned in slowly, and brought your lips to his. 

Your heart stopped, and you kissed him back desperately. You had wanted this for so long. You had waited for so. Damn. Long.

"Your so stupid." You murmured against his lips. He pulled away gasping for air.

"I know" his voice was beautiful.

You've gotta kiss the girl, Go on and kiss the girl

He leaned in again, kissing you like his life depended on it. He gently ran his thumb across your cheek as he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you forward. He broke away a moment later.

"I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry. I was an idiot. I love you." A tear escaped his eye, and you brushed it away. "I dont expect you to forgive me. I wouldn't forgive me if I was you. I was awful, and I never should have lied and said I didn't love you too. I shouldn't have pushed you away."

"Why did you?" He hesitated, he wasn't sure you would understand.

"The last time I let someone in my heart, she left. And then she got hurt because of me. I couldn't risk that happening to you." He shook his head.

"Oh Aaron. I'm not leaving. I don't ever want to leave you. I love you too much to leave." You paused. "And you can't hide and be scared to open your heart. Its okay to let people in." You added softly and he gave you a smile.

You both stood there in blissful peace, your foreheads touching. He chuckled and you looked at him confused.

"What?"

"I kissed the girl." You just grew more confused.

"What are you talking about?" You asked humor in your voice.

"The song. Jack said I had to do what the little mermaid song said." You understood then and began giggling. 

"Maybe, maybe you should do it again." You suggested, a smile on your face.

"Hmm, maybe I should." And he leaned in again for another breathtaking kiss.

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"And that is how me and your dad got together." Your three kids sat in front of you listening in awe. 

"Wow, so Jack is why he finally told you he loved you?" Your middle child, Tommy asked. Jack laughed as he stood up, tapping your shoulder as he towered over you. 

"You could say that." Aaron said from the doorway, you turned, smiling at your husband. 

"Yeah, sure." You giggled and ruffled Jack's hair as you picked up your nine year old daughter, Jenna. Who, in all honesty, was almost too big to be picked up.

"Mommy, can you tell us that story every night?" She asked, and you smiled. 

"Of course I can sweat pea. But now, its bed time." You tucked in your kids, giving them each a kiss on the forehead before joining your husband in your room.

You plopped on the bed and curled up into his side.

"Hi sweetheart." He greeted you with a kiss, and he pulled you into his side. "You know, you didn't need to make me sound so…" he couldn't quite find the word.

"Stupid? Clueless? Dumb?" You asked, giggling as he began digging his fingers into your side, tickling you. 

"St-stop. Aaron!" You shrieked and he let up, but not before plopping on top of you. He began peppering kisses all over your face.

"I'm glad you finally told that story. Jenna has been begging for weeks" Your youngest had watched the little mermaid a couple of weeks ago and Jack had made a comment about one of the songs. Jenna had heard one word and was begging for us to tell her our "falling in love story", as she put it. 

You had finally given in and told them, and they had loved every moment of it. Jack of course had already known, having witnessed it. 

But Jenna and Tommy had loved hearing how their parents had fallen in love. 

And a week later when you walked in the living room you were filled with a sense of nostalgia as you saw Jack with Jenna in his lap, as Tommy and Aaron sat on the couch next to them. Watching, of course, the little mermaid. You plopped next to Aaron, smiling. 

As Kiss The Girl started playing.

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[quackiseok]

— strawberry kisses

feral boys x gn! reader || headcanon

genre : fluff

warnings : swearing

summary : their reaction to you giving them a kiss on the cheek for the first time!

a/n : hi hi! this is my first fic, i hope you like it 🥺 and i'm so sorry if there's any mistake, i'll try fixing them asap!

song to listen to while reading :

; DREAM

this man right here is VERY careful with you

always asking for consent before any physical contact with you (consent is always the key!)

he was so happy when you said that you were fine with cuddles and hugs with him! be ready for tight back hugs from him 'cause he loves putting his head on the crook of your neck >:)

but kisses... you were a bit shy about it since you were new to this type of relationship and you wanted to learn a bit first,

you told him about wanting to take things slowly and get used to it first, and of course he understands! dream will 100% respect your boundaries

he will wait patiently until you're comfortable enough with him because he loves you so much and he wants you to see him as a safe, comfort place :)

then one day when the two of you were baking cookies for valentines day, dream jokingly asked you to kiss him on the cheek as a thank you for helping you with the cookies

i mean, it's almost valentines anyways. a small, innocent kiss wouldn't hurt right? ö

you just giggled and gently leaned your face closer to his cheek, your fingers softly bringing his chin closer to you

you gently placed a kiss on his cheek, then quickly turning away from him with a wide smile

congratulations, you have successfully broke dream

man would be frozen on the place for a full minute, trying to process what just happened and is this real or not (because if it's not real he'd cry on the floor)

expect him to cling on you and not letting you go for the next few hours, calling you with sweet names like baby, hun, etc. for no reason and just be all lovey dovey with you ♡

he would secretly mark the date on his phone's calendar just for this special day where you kissed him for the first time HHAHSJDKSKD

if you were comfortable, he would offer you a kiss on your cheek to return the favor 🥺

and if you said yes, AAAAAAAA he would be so fucking happy, his serotonin level would just go through the roof like 📈📈

and ofc, he would happily give you a sweet kiss on your cheek! ( ˙ᵕ˙ )♡

; GEORGE

george is definitely very shy with you at first

he's VERY careful around you and treat you with so much care 🥺

( but once the two of you have gotten pretty used to each other, you guys bully each other 24/7 💀💀 (jokingly ofc!) )

at first, you thought george didn't like physical affections like kisses, hugs, etc.

boy you were wrong

this cat boy secretly LOVES physical affections from you, but he just hides it from you! and of couse, you love giving them to him too :)

but you were a little bit shy about kisses, and same goes to him. two shy cuties !!

if he was being honest : he wants to squish your cheeks and shower you with kisses, but he respects your boundaries and will wait until you're ready to take a step further! (( and he's really shy, he would also need time to get the courage to do it :D ))

then one day george has just finished recording for minecraft manhunt and boy, that block game can actually make you tired

the moment he's done with the recording, he immediately rushed to the bed and plop himself next to you

you would ask him things like how did the recording went, etc. and he'll answer you while letting you play with his soft hair 🥺

george was feeling a little playful, so he joked and asked you to give him a kiss on the cheek to recharge his energy

you looked at him with your cheeks slightly reddened. george has been working hard lately anyways, he deserves a gift, right?

you slowly bought your face closer to his cheek and planted a quick kiss on his cheek before looking away then melt into a puddle

georgenotfound who? i only know georgenotworking

his eyes would be widened, face red, and he would just sit there with his palm on the cheek where you planted the kiss on

it's been 3 minutes and his face is still red, huge grin on his face while hugging you tightly

he won't even try to hide the fact that he loves being affectionate with you anymore

it's the first time george has ever been clingy with you and you're living for it tbh 🥺

he'd ask you if you want a kiss too, in such a shy manner like "i can... give you... a kiss too... if you want... 👉👈"

if you say yes ? MMMMMMMMMM the two of you melt into a puddle together <33

he'll give you a quick but sweet kiss on your cheek with his face redder than before (,,．．„ )

; SAPNAP

man seems like he would fight you no matter what size you are

but in reality? sapnap's the sweetest and the clingiest (in a positive way, ofc!) man you've ever been with and you're so into this

he LOVES being affectionate and clingy with you, in fact he does it all the time. it's just how he is with you :)

he also LOVES giving you affection. he doesn't care about who's giving and who's receiving tbh, he just loves being around you in general 👉👈

you love his affection and giving him affection too, of course!! but you were a bit shy since this was your first romantic relationship with someone and kissing was a new thing to you

sapnap would tease you for being so shy around him, endlessly flirting with you just to see you all flustered, because in his eyes? you're so fucking adorable and that's a fact. ♡

despite him being all playful and flirty with you, he respects your boundaries and will 100% wait until you're ready!

of course he wants kiss you right on the spot but he can wait patiently, just for you <3

then one day, he was playfully flirting with you as usual

and he jokingly said "hey y/n, i think i deserve a kiss on the cheek for being cute!" well, you couldn't disagree with what he just said 👀

so you put on a large grin and placed a kiss on his cheek, immediately turning red afterwards

sapnap's the new pogchamp emote now

he would be so surprised and just turn into a ball of absolute joy

he'd immediately scoop you closer to him, hugging you tightly while giggling and just— shower you with lots of love 🥺

and trust me, he won't let go of you unless it's emergency or if you were uncomfortable

but if you were fine with it? this man will hold you like his life depends on it

he would also give you kisses on your cheek / the top of your head if you were comfortable enough :)

and if you did allowed him to kiss you? he'll immediately shower you with kisses and calling you his in between the kisses, like "you're mine, mine, mine" 👉👈

; QUACKITY

alex, he's such a flirty mf 😳

endlessly teasing you and flirting with you just to see you being flustered, just like sapnap

he'd call you with sweet spanish nicknames like mi amor, hermosa, etc. and you find them cute, honestly 🥺

he's really clingy with you (in a good way!) and always hugs you whenever he sees you. it's almost like an instinct to him when he sees you :) but you don't mind since you're living for his warm hugs and cuddles ♡

he LOVES the way you melt under his hugs, and honestly? he wants to cover your whole face with kisses but he knew you were new into dating and want to take things slowly, so he respects your boundaries! :))

one day, he was in a discord call with his friends and they were endlessly teasing him; which leads him to fake crying as a joke and asked you to give him a kiss on the cheek to make him stop crying

man, alex is so fucking adorable and you thought that he deserves a reward for being such a cutie

so you giggled and moved closer to him, slightly bending down to get to his level and placed a kiss on his cheek before turning away with a large grin on your face.

you know that one time karl jokingly leaned in to kiss alex? yeah, he has the exact same expression now

this man would stare blankly at you, his cheeks slightly red but then a few seconds later he's screaming in absolute joy

his friends would be so confused, asking him if he was alright but instead of answering them, he mutes the call and immediately clings his arms around your neck

"mi amor, you should do that more often if you're okay with it ;)"

100% endlessly flirting with you while hugging you tightly, melting you into a puddle ( bonus point if you knew spanish, cause he'd say cheesy pick up lines in spanish for you ;) )

and just like sapnap, he'd shower you with sweet kisses on your face if you were fine with it!

and if you were okay with him kissing you? man... you know that one vine where a kid is crying because of how cute her puppy is? yeah that's alex quackity @ your existence

he'd just be so happy and shower you with kisses, praising you, telling you how adorable you are, and telling you that you're his and he loves you so fucking much 🥺

; KARLJACOBS

karl jacobs is the definition of wholesome itself

he's literally the sweetest human being you've ever met, you can almost taste cotton candies when you're with him

he's really affectionate and loving towards you, always praising you whenever he's hugging you and holding you close to him! and of course, we can't forget the sweet nicknames he have for you. he just loves giving you so much affection, and you're in for it! 🥺

don't forget his playful side too! he would always joke around with you and maybe be flirty when he's feeling extra playful :) he can go from sending you wholesome memes to weird cursed images, no in between

but you were a little bit shy since you were new in this type of relationship. you told karl that you wanted to learn more first before jumping into more romantic gestures, including kisses.

of course this boy would go "okay! :)" and shower you with gestures you're comfortable with instead (hugs, cuddles, etc.) he wants you to feel comfortable around him, so he respects your boundaries! ♡

then one day when the two of you were cuddling on the couch while watching adventure time, karl jokingly asked what if you gave him a kiss on the cheek like marceline did to bubblegum

and you thought karl has been so sweet with you this whole time. you gotta return the favor to him, right?

so you just displayed a shy smile, leaning closer to him and gave him a small kiss on the cheek before you slowly melt in his arms

his eyes widened and he just wants to scream the way puppycat did

he'd immediately bring you closer to his body and mutter out uncountable i love you's, calling you perfect, sweet, etc. just praising you and being all giggly with you. of course he would be so giggly, you just gave him a kiss!!! 🥺👉👈

he would LOVE to return the favor to you, if you're fine with it!

and if you said yes? places such a sweet kiss on your face and just admire you with his starry eyes 🥺

JNNGGHHH SO MUCH SEROTONIN THIS RELATIONSHIP IS JUST 50% WHOLESOME AND 50% WHOLESOME BUT IN RED

[ageofnations]

Chamomile // drw // Pt. VI

Summary: Danny often feels overshadowed by his best friends and bandmates. You, however, can’t seem to get your mind off of him.

Paring: Danny x fem!reader

Word Count: ~3.7k

Warnings: literally nothing??? just fluff i think

A/N: happy friday. it’s been a little bit, yeah? thanks for sticking with me; as always, likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated. remember that asks earn you a kiss on the forehead ;)

Series Mesterpost

Part VI

The night went by fairly quickly, much too fast for your liking, and it felt like most nights with Danny did. You had eaten, cuddled, and blabbered about whatever came to your mind before falling asleep on the couch. You vaguely remember him waking you up to carry you to your room and tuck you in, but you soon fell into another deep slumber with him by your side. The night was familiar, just as things would usually go when you two spent time together, which was everything you had ever wanted. You were just glad to be there with him in whatever this new dynamic was.

You were excited to be able to wake up next to him again, this time in your own bed. There was something so domestic about being face to face with the man you love first thing in the morning. You could feel his fingers intertwining with your hair, which did very little to keep you from going right back to sleep.

When you finally let your eyes flutter open, you found his honey eyes already open and on your very sleepy form. He was on his side facing you, and the golden skin of his torso seemed to glow in the morning light. His wide smile made the room feel brighter, more refreshing. It was infectious.

“Good morning,” he rasped. He looked wide awake, as if he had been up for an hour or so, but his voice was still laced with sleep.

You smiled and let out a sigh in response. “I love waking up like this.” The relaxation you felt caused your eyelids to feel heavy again, and you let them slowly shut.

“Me too.”

You laid in silence for a bit longer. His hand traveled from your hair to your cheeks. He’d occasionally rub your shoulder and trail down to your forearm. His touch felt electric but soothing in every way.

“I’m gonna talk to them again today,” Danny said. His statement was vague, but you knew exactly what he was talking about. You opened your eyes again.

“Yeah? What are you gonna say?” You shifted to prop yourself up on one arm.

He shrugged and broke his eye contact with you before responding with “I’m not really sure yet…Josh texted me and asked if I was coming back today. Said he’d really like to fix things but he needed help understanding how to.”

You were proud of Josh. When he came over, you had slightly believed that he would just try to stay blissfully ignorant about the situation and pretend nothing was wrong. Hearing that he was making an effort to make sure Danny felt included again really gave you hope.

“I’m just really nervous about it all,” he continued. “I don’t want things to go bad.”

“Everything will be fine, Dan. He wants to know what he needs to do. That’s progress.” You clasped the hand that he was using to run across your skin. You hoped that interlocking your fingers would reassure him and ground him from his anxieties. “Do you want me to come with you just in case you need a mediator?”

He brought your hands to his smiling lips and placed a soft kiss on your knuckles. “This is something we should handle alone, but thank you, Bip.”

You nodded and laid back down in your original position. He was right, but his worrying had started to make you anxious as well. You knew things would be just fine, that the boys would work it out and that the band wouldn’t be affected. But you mainly worried for Danny. You prayed he wouldn’t just bite down his feelings like he had been with the others not too long ago.

In the middle of your worrying, he had leaned forward and kissed the very tip of your nose, doing very little to ease your mind. You briefly thought, and hoped, that he’d kiss your lips, but you were perfectly content with the kiss’s placement in the end. He was pleased with the blush on your cheeks that followed his actions.

“I think I’m gonna go ahead and go if that’s okay with you.”

The statement immediately made you pout. Why would he leave already? It was only…8 AM? No later than 9 for sure. You glanced at the alarm clock beside you. 11:54. Fuck.

“I’m sorry, babe. I’d lay here forever if I could,” he said with a chuckle.

Babe? That’s new.

The pet name made the pout dissipate before you knew it. “No, I understand. I didn’t realize how late it was, I’m sorry.”

He was shifting off the bed to put his shirt back on when he gave you a look of chastisement. He had a raised eyebrow, but his smile reassured you that he wasn’t truly upset with you. “Don’t do that. It’s okay, I promise.”

He left a little after noon, and he made sure to give you a quick kiss on your cheek before leaving your apartment.

As soon as you saw him drive away, you started to worry again. You promised yourself that things would be okay, that the others would listen to everything Danny had to say and truly make an effort to fix things. Things weren’t even that bad, you just couldn’t bear to see him be treated the way he was the last time you saw him at the studio. You also didn’t want him to feel the same way he expressed in that interview.

It wasn’t really your place to worry, so you spent the rest of your time trying to get your mind off of it. You pampered yourself with some self-care before going to the supermarket to restock on your essentials. The urge to text Danny kept popping into your mind, but you didn’t want to interrupt them while they sorted things out, so you resisted. You kept your volume up just in case, though.

You had just closed the refrigerator after putting away the last of your groceries when you heard your phone.

Dan the Man (2:43 PM): Studio all day today. Wanna join?

You (2:44 PM): I’m assuming things went well then?

Dan the Man (2:44 PM): I’ll pick you up in 10 :)

You rolled your eyes at his evasiveness, but you had a good feeling about his response. You were also extremely excited to see him for the second time in the same day.

Dan the Man (2:46 PM): You could also spend the night…if you wanna

You (2:47 PM): As long as you let me be little spoon again

Dan the Man (2:47 PM): Deal ;)

–

Danny had given you very little information on the drive to the studio. You kept pressing for details, but the only response he’d given was “It went well.” You supposed that was an acceptable answer.

You found that you didn’t really need a straightforward answer from him. You were able to easily notice the difference while they worked together in the studio. It was much more comfortable to sit with them, even if you had to listen to the same measures over and over again. Their arguments were more like open discussions. Their individual instruments sounded more like a cohesive symphony. It was like night and day to your last studio experience with them, and you couldn’t have been happier.

You watched Danny from afar. There was something so intimate about seeing his hard work in the early stages of a song’s development. You were witnessing the dedication and loyalty to his fans before they could even see or hear it themselves. Besides the fact that he looked absolutely incredible doing so.

He had on a loose-fitting band graphic tee with the sleeves cut off, which made his arms look even more defined while he played. There were a few stray droplets of sweat accumulating in various areas on his body, but he didn’t pause to wipe them away. The focus and confidence exuding from him only added to the beauty of the sight you were seeing. The way he would absolutely lose himself in the music made you smile to yourself. He had put his hair in a low bun, so you didn’t get to see him wave his locks around as usual, but you still loved to see him bob his head back and forth. Sometimes in especially difficult portions of the songs, he would close his eyes and furrow his brows. His pursed lips made you want to get up from your spot and interrupt the practice so you could kiss him.

It was also amusing to see him completely snap back to reality any time he would mess up. He’d laugh at himself and curse a bit out of frustration, but his bandmates always made sure to reassure him that he was doing well, just as he would do for them when they messed up. They would go right back to practicing, but not before he could sneak a glance at you and flash a smile in your direction.

The sun had set long before the band decided it was time to go home. They had completed the groundwork for at least three new songs, one of which Danny had made himself and presented to the group. Needless to say, progress was made in more ways than just musically.

You were lulling in and out of drowsiness during the car ride back with Danny. The silence mixed with road noise was much needed after hours of nothing but loud music, and it could have easily put you to sleep if you let it do so. He had placed his hand on your thigh and was rubbing small stripes up and down the skin. You had your eyes closed, but occasionally, you could sense that he would glance over at you. You were too tired to meet his gaze, so you let him stare. He was glad that you couldn’t see the way you were making him grin like an idiot from just sitting in your spot in the passenger seat of his car.

You felt the turn that indicated you were in their driveway, and Danny squeezed your thigh before parking the car. He rushed out of his seat while you were still in the process of waking up fully so he could open your door for you. You giggled at the interaction.

You grabbed your things from your seat and took the hand he offered to help you out of the car with. He pulled you into his side and wrapped an arm around your waist. It made the short walk to the door a little awkward, but you smiled at the sentiment nonetheless.

Jake had dismissed himself to bed with the excuse that he had a “hot date” in the morning. Josh and Sammy wanted a beer or two and Danny said he’d join. Although you could have definitely gone straight to sleep if you laid down, you wanted to spend more time with the group. You decided you’d at least sit with them.

You trudged to Danny’s bedroom to change out of the uncomfortable denim pants you had chosen for the day into more comfortable cotton shorts. You did a brief bedtime routine so you could go straight to sleep after the others were done hanging around. You let yourself get lost in the feeling of being in his room again. The last time you were here, things were definitely shifting between you two. Now, however, your relationship had completely shifted.

By the time you made it back to the living room and kitchen, you found it was significantly quieter than it had been before. You could hear the muffled voices of Danny and Sam from the backyard. After grabbing a bottle of water, you went to the back to join the crew.

Josh was sitting on the cracked wood of the patio with a beer in hand. The other two were further out in the grass having some sort of wrestling match that had them both out of breath with laughter. You smiled at the sight, but you wondered how on earth they still had so much energy. You chose to take a seat beside Josh.

He was staring straight ahead with a stoic, almost melancholy, expression. He didn’t acknowledge you once you plopped beside him, rather choosing to take a drink from the glass bottle in hand. You nudge him with your shoulder.

“You okay, rockstar?” You tried to keep your voice down so the others couldn’t hear.

The nickname made him sigh with a laugh. You were glad to see the reaction.

“I’m just really glad things are working out. With Danny I mean. I was really afraid we were gonna lose him.” Josh looked down at the brown bottle he was holding. He lightly tapped along the sides of it.

“I'm glad they are too, Josh. I’m really happy for you guys. And proud that you could work through things,” you answered. He didn’t move or respond, so you decide to give it another try. “You seem sad, but those aren’t things to be sad about.”

He shrugged and took another sip, finally returning his gaze to the duo scrambling in the grass. “I didn’t know it was you.”

You didn’t expect the conversation to continue, so his response shook you. “Huh?”

“I didn’t know it was you…when I came over and told you that he was going on a date? I didn’t realize he was talking about you.”

The statement didn’t seem like it was anything other than rhetorical, so you just continued to look at him until he finished his thoughts.

“I wished it was you. I saw how he looks at you, and I see how happy you make him. I only hoped it was you he was taking out. But I just didn’t understand why he wouldn’t tell us. Or why he hadn’t asked you by the time I saw you.”

Josh sounded pained. As if he was seconds from breaking down. You gave his forearm a little squeeze.

“But it was me. It is me. There’s nothing to be upset about. You didn’t know. Neither one of us did.” You hoped your words could reassure him.

He shook his head and finally turned his head to you. “I feel bad, Y/N. Seeing you cry like that…it hurt. Especially because it was all my fault.” He sighed and shrugged your hand off of him out of guilt. “Lately I’ve felt like I’m only hurting the people closest to me.”

“All of it has been completely unintentional, Josh. It’s not like you were purposely trying to hurt my feelings with Danny’s mystery girl, ya know,” you teased. His toothy grin made the tension leave the air around you. “Things are on the mend, and that’s all that matters.”

He had opened his mouth to thank you, but you were interrupted by the other pair joining you. You hadn’t even realized they were finished rolling around in the dirt, much less that they had made their way to the both of you.

“Woah, what’s going on up here?” Sammy said in regards to the very serious expression on both of your faces. You noticed the smile drop from Danny’s face from where he stood behind him.

Josh put on his best front, which you admired him for. The smile seemed genuine, and he gestured to Danny as he talked. “Y/N was just gushing about Curly back there, so I was just listening so no one else had to. I almost barfed, but I overcame my disgust for the greater good!”

The dramatics he placed in his lie made you giggle, and you glanced back at your lover. If it was brighter outside, you’d be able to see him blushing. You were at least thankful to see the hint of a shy smile curl his lips.

Sammy rolled his eyes. “Well, I’m gonna take a shower and then I’m calling it a night. Goodnight, folks.” He gave a salute and made his way inside. Josh was close on his heels after saying a quick goodnight.

You and Danny were left alone under the night sky. He came closer to where you sat and placed a hand gingerly on the top of your head, giving your scalp a soft scratch. You let out a pleased sigh and looked up at him lovingly.

“I’m gonna go shower too before Sammy uses all the hot water. You gonna stay out here?”

You nodded. “Let me know when you’re out, and I’ll come back in. It’s a pretty night.”

He smiled at you. “You bet. I’ll see you in a bit.”

With that, he entered the house again, leaving you completely alone with nature. You opted to lay on your back to look at the stars. The boys had always had a nice view of the sky, one that would leave astronomers astounded. You could see various constellations, and on the right nights, you’d see plenty of shooting stars. Tonight, there was a slight haze of clouds in the sky, leftover from the rain from the previous day, but you could still see the twinkling figures behind them.

The ringing of crickets chirping was all around you. Frogs attempted to overpower their noises with their roaring croaks. You could hear the faint sound of an owl off in the distance. A train horn called into the darkness, just deep enough that it wasn’t obnoxious, but close enough you could hear the rattling against the tracks.

You let your mind wander to Danny once again. How happy he had seemed all day today. You saw that beloved smile of his more times than you could count, and you were so thankful for that. You couldn’t believe how fast things were progressing between you two, but you were also thankful for that as well. You felt as if you were making up for lost time. All of the times you had noticed him laugh a little too hard at something you said or watch you for a little longer than the other. All of the times you complimented him instead of spilling all of your feelings that were bubbling inside. It was all falling into place like you hoped it would.

You felt at peace. Like this was exactly where you belonged. You could feel your eyes start to get heavier, so you relaxed your eyelids. You promised yourself you wouldn’t fall asleep, but it was beginning to become incredibly difficult. Just as you were about to give up fighting off Mr. Sandman, you heard the door softly open and close. Instead of calling out to you, Danny came and laid on his back beside you on the patio.

You opened your eyes and wore a sleepy grin as you looked at him under the starlight. You didn’t speak, just admired his sharp features.

He turned his head to you as well. “Hey, Bip,” he whispered. He reached over to grab your hand and intertwine your fingers.

“Hi,” you answered. How did he manage to make your heart skip beats every time he looked at you?

You could hear his soft breathing under all of the sounds of nature. His eyes were darting around your face, and his expression reminded you of waking up next to him this morning. He looked at you like you were the creator of the universe, his universe, and he wanted to take in every bit of your magnificence.

“Danny?” You almost hated to break the sensual silence that wafted between you. He hummed for you to continue, which you took a deep breath before doing. “Thank you. For choosing me to be your…”

And suddenly you realized you had made a mistake. You hadn’t put labels on anything. You didn’t necessarily need a label, but you definitely didn’t want to pressure him into-

“Girlfriend, Y/N,” he interrupted your worries to finish your statement. “I chose you to be my girlfriend.” He raised his free hand to your cheek. “I’d be stupid not to.”

The admission made you smile, and knowing exactly where you stood with him brought warmth to your chest.

He let go of your hand and propped himself up on one arm. He was much closer to you now, his body heat making your skin crawl in the crisp air around you. He kept his other hand on your cheek and lightly grazed his thumb across your cheekbone. The way he was looking down at you made you feel like you were truly the only person in the world. The only one that mattered at least.

“Bip?” He spoke hesitantly.

You almost couldn’t form a coherent response. You whispered a “Yes?” that barely sounded like anything other than breathless noise.

“Can I kiss you?”

You didn’t waste time trying to answer verbally, settling for an eager nod instead. It didn’t take him long for him to close the distance between you. Soon, the night sky above you was hidden by Danny’s sweet face over yours. His lips felt like pillows of silk, and you could taste the remnants of minty toothpaste. The breath that fanned over you from him sighing made you giggle softly. You placed your hands on each of his cheeks and held him to your lips, not wanting him to leave for any reason.

Apparently you hadn’t held tight enough, because he pulled away to stare back down at you. He was gasping for air, and you’d never admit it to anyone, but you were proud that you had literally taken his breath away. You bit your bottom lip to suppress the giddiness you were feeling.

It wasn’t until then that his hand left your cheek, but only to reach and tug your lip away from your teeth. His smile grew with yours.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for so long,” he confessed. “I never want to stop kissing you.”

“So why did you?”

He smirked at you, his sweet features taking on a much more cocky undertone. He returned to your lips, and you couldn’t help but feel satisfied that you had gotten your way. You could feel that your lips were getting swollen from the number and intensity of kisses you were sharing with him, but you didn’t mind one bit. You wouldn’t have changed any of it for the world.

>>>part 7

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[parvulous-writings]

Not so Wyld morning // Bill S Preston + Ted Logan x M!Reader

Request:     can you write a fluff oneshot with bill (s preston) x ted logan x m! reader with like. a sleepy morning between the three?

Requested by: @mlmpunisher​

Summary: Starts off as the request, and then goes off on a trip to the Circle K. I may or may not have gotten carried away. 

Warnings: a brief joke about kidnapping/death.

Words: 3.5K

Notes:  I’ve been waiting for an idea/request for these two. They’re my comfort idiots. My love for them... Let’s just say I watch the movies a fair amount, eh? My requests are currently open! My pinned post (found here) contains both a list of characters I write for, and a masterlist! Original character list - please request for these too!

Not my gif 

You, Bill and Ted were spread rather haphazardly over Bill’s bed. Legs crossed over one another, hands on chests or in faces. You were all tangled together, not that any of you really cared about that at that moment.  You had all fallen asleep during a study session- you had been desperately trying to tutor your boyfriends Bill and Ted, so that they didn’t fail their history class and completely flunk out of school- mostly because Ted’s father, Captain Logan, was threatening to send the taller boy away to an Alaskan military school to whip him into shape should he fail the semester. That was now an all too real threat to the three of you, none of you wanted to get pulled apart from one another. You had been trying to quiz them on the philosophies of the great Athenian thinker Socrates (whom both young men insisted on pronouncing So-Crates no matter how many times you corrected them) when you passed out one by one. First Ted- who was up against the headboard, and whose head had slumped forward when you had gotten onto the fifth or sixth question. Then Bill, draped over Ted’s legs, after leaning back to protest about how the quiz was starting to become “A total drag,” around the tenth question. He had promptly passed out whilst you were telling him it was for their own good- you weren’t all that surprised when you were interrupted by a rather loud snore coming from the curly-haired Bill.You hadn’t bothered to try and wake either of them- not only would they both be rather irritable if you woke them up too early, but it was nearly one o’clock in the morning at that point, so you figured that perhaps they were both subconsciously onto something.  You had taken the range and array of textbooks off of the bed, creating a little more space for you to somehow work yourself between them and get more comfortable to get some sleep of your own. After some shuffling, and a few murmurs from both Bill and Ted, you had found the perfect position, where you had promptly fallen asleep with them.

You were the first to wake up. Ted had taken your arm in both of his in your sleep, cuddling it as if it were a teddy bear. Bill’s legs had somehow tangled with yours, and he had ended up nuzzled into the side of your chest, not that you minded all that much. Though Ted was the more affectionate of your boyfriends in public, Bill could be just as affectionate as him in private. You tried not to move at first, not wanting to disturb them- they could both be as bad as each other when it came to being woken up too early (too early was counted as anything before they woke up by themselves). So, for what you had gauged to be about twenty minutes or so, you just laid there, staring up at the ceiling. There were no thoughts of any importance that drifted through your mind at this point, not until you had finally grown restless enough to carefully push yourself up onto one elbow to check the time on Bill’s alarm clock- which he rarely actually used as anything more than just a normal clock. It had just gone half past ten, and you felt your eyes go wide- that was much later than you had anticipated. Thankfully it was a weekend, though briefly your brain had tricked itself into thinking it was mid-week, causing even more of a jolt in your chest. You would have to get up soon to make your way back home; it was bad enough that you had spent the night out without letting your parents know that you’d be out past eleven o’clock. Every moment past nine in the morning that you spent away from them, the angrier they would get with you.  With this thought in mind you tried to push yourself up a little bit more, fully prepared to undertake the rather massive task of trying to begrudgingly untangle yourself from the two men you held dear, but you were quickly brought back down again by an unseen hand. Your head landed on Ted’s stomach, and you glanced over to him, seeing him peering back at you through tired eyes and a rather messy head of hair. He gave you a rather dopey smile, and you realised he was the one to pull you back; mostly prompted by the fact that Bill was giving another round of freight-train like snores. Ted’s head fell back again when you didn’t struggle against his protests of getting out of bed, and he gave a yawn before beginning to speak. “Morning, chief.” He mumbled, voice still raspy with the last dregs of sleep his body was trying to cling onto.  “I don’t get why you call me that.” You replied in a whisper, trying not to wake Bill. “Surely I should be the one calling you that- given your dad’s job and everything...”  “Eh,” Was Ted’s simple reply, accompanied with a rather lazy shrug. It was about a minute before the only other boy awake in the room started to speak again. “I mean, it does kind of suit you, doesn’t it? You keep me and Bill in order...” He prompted, glancing over to you with that same goofy smile, before his gaze moved back to the ceiling.  “For the most part, I guess.” You smiled back at him, taking his hand and draping his arm across you, so you could play absently with his fingers. Ted never minded that. 

The pair of you fell into a comfortable silence, which was disturbed only briefly, and rather inconsistently, by Bill’s snores. You weren’t sure how long you laid there for this time, but the rather delightful monotonous repetition was ultimately interrupted by a quiet groan of protest from the blonde haired boy at the end of the bed. He rolled onto his front, trying to cover his eyes- he had fallen asleep rather inconveniently where the light peaked through the blinds in the early morning. “Someone close the blinds,” He complained, trying to turn away from them but ultimately failing.  “Bill...” You chuckled lightly, nudging him to get his attention. “They are closed. The light is coming through the gap.” Your words were only met with a groan from Bill, and a stifled laugh from Ted.  “You should get it fixed, dude.” The taller boy jested, nudging the boy again, and Bill responded with a half-hearted swipe at Ted’s foot.  “Shut up, Ted.” Of course, he didn’t mean this in an inherently horrid way, despite his gruff tone. He loved both you and Ted deeply, more than he could love anything else- or at least that was what he thought. Ted thought very much the same thing- though that was no surprise. More often than not, it was like the two shared the exact same brain. If they were not thinking of the exact same plan down to the detail when it came to schemes, they were at the very least agreed on the end result. Most of the time this wasn’t too much of a problem for you- usually you were at the butt end of whatever shenanigan they were plotting- but there were times when you did get a little bit overwhelmed by the pair of them. More often than not, the times where you got overwhelmed involved a very particular phone-booth, with some rather unique properties. Unless you were in it’s presence you tried not to think about it- the amount of times you had been put through mind-bending situations already made your head spin to even consider again. They’d predict something, it would happen immediately after said prediction, then they would turn to one another and proclaim a quick “Excellent!” before reminding one another that they would need to remember that later. You were still a little bit confused by it- especially when they sprung something random on you-but you thought you were slowly starting to understand, even though the concept of time travel didn’t seem quite real. 

You broke your train of thought upon feeling a sudden weight on your chest. Though you wanted to crane your neck to see who it was, you didn’t really need to, you knew it was Bill. You did it anyway- your eyes being met with the golden curls of Bill’s hair. “Bill, love, I’m going to have to get up soon.” You warned him, as your movement would definitely affect him more than Ted.  “No.” He replied simply. From his tone, you could tell he didn’t overly want to debate it.  “But I stayed over without letting my parents-”  “You’re fine, you’re safe, what do they have to complain about?” He grumbled, shuffling so that his chin was on your stomach, his arms wrapped around your middle. His deep green eyes met yours, before flitting briefly to Ted, giving you both a smile. “C’mon, dude. It won’t hurt to have a little longer with us, right?” He asked, and you moved your hand to quickly brush a stray curl from his brow.  “Maybe he should go soon- like, just to check in.” Ted piped up, ever in your corner. “Cause you know what happens if he gets in trouble. He won’t get to see us for like... A week. That is most heinous, and you know it.” At this rather right line of reasoning, Bill groaned, burying his face into the fabric of your shirt.  “Shut up, Ted.” This was quite muffled, and of course still not completely serious. You laughed softly, “Okay- what about this? One hour. Like this.Then, we can ask Missy to drive us back to my place, and I can let my parents know I’m fine, and you two haven’t like... Murdered me, or something.” You joked, and you can feel Ted nod enthusiastically underneath you.  “Yeah, that’s a good idea!” He agreed, and you could hear the smile that was in no doubt plastered onto his face. “Then we can all head down to the Circle K afterwards, right?”  “Sure we can, Ted.” You agreed, reaching up behind you to clumsily pat his cheek.  “Only if he isn’t in trouble, remember?” Bill pitched in, shuffling to get comfortable again. “What about half an hour? If we want to head to Circle K, obviously.” You all consider this new plan for a moment, before each of you gave a curt nod, in unison. 

So there you all stayed- you nearly even fell asleep again before you felt Bill roll off of you. He then took your arm and helped you up, and Ted quickly rolled off of the bed to grab his sneakers. Bill chucked yours at you, before going to get his shoes as well. Ted was the first downstairs- “Hey, Missy?” He called out, and he was quickly met with the young woman’s reply.  “Yeah? What’s up, Ted?” She asked, giving a warm smile.  “We were hoping that you could drive us to (Y/N)’s house?” He asked, briefly wringing his hands, as he eagerly awaited her response.  “Sure thing!” She nodded cheerily, “Let me just finish making these drinks, and I’ll be right with you. You guys go out to the car.” She nodded over to the door leading to the garage. As you and Bill started down the stairs, Ted eagerly gestured for you both to follow him.  It didn’t take Missy very long to finish making the drinks she was preparing, and you all piled into the car. “So- did you all sleep well?” The blonde woman asked, glancing back at you and Bill in the back of the car- Ted had a fascination with sitting in the front seat. Ted and Bill nodded individually; you were the one to verbally reply.  “Yeah, I think we all got a fairly good night sleep.” You give an almost awkward smile. Though, at one point, both of your boyfriends had had some form of crush on her- despite her being quite a few years older than all of you- you hadn’t entirely understood why. You never really mentioned it though.  “Good to hear,” She replied, still wearing that joyful smile. “Hey, Bill- you might need to use the spare key today, the one behind the plant, if you’re staying out late with the boys.” She took a turning as she spoke, keeping her eyes on the road. “Me and your dad are going out for dinner tonight.”  “Okay, Missy- I mean, mom.” Bill replied, quickly correcting himself on his mistake. “Just stop on the corner here,” He told her, gesturing to the side of the road a five minute walk from your house.  “Are you sure?” She asked, glancing over her shoulder as she spoke. “I can take you all the way, if you-”  “No, it’s alright, thanks, Missy.” You interrupt quickly, leaning forward. “Here is fine.” She shrugged, but begrudgingly pulled over. 

“Thanks, Missy!” Ted called after the now fleeting car, giving a wave as well, before jogging to catch up with you and Bill, who had already started to cross the road to get to your street. “I’ll quickly grab some money whilst we’re there,” You told the pair of them, and they nodded.  “I was thinking we could get some slushies.” Ted suggested, giving a wide smile.  “Blue and red?” Bill added, giving a smile of his own, and Ted nodded energetically.  “Our tongues’ll end up as purple, you two know that, right?” You teased with a grin, glancing over your shoulder as Bill laughed heartily. It took Ted a moment longer to get the joke, but he started laughing even harder than Bill when it clicked with him.  “Oh well,” Bill shrugged, a rather mischievous smile. You fell into silence again as you jogged up your driveway, almost wrenching open the door and calling out a hasty “Hey!” to announce your presence to the household and those within it. You quickly made your way to your room, as Bill and Ted quietly entered your home after you, choosing to stay in the hallway- even though they had visited and stayed over at your house many times before. They were both silently hoping that they were making their will to leave relatively soon clear. Your father came into the living room, glancing to the two boys standing awkwardly in the hallway. “Bill, Ted.” He greeted, calmly. Bill mouthed a silent ‘Hi’, whilst Ted just waved. Neither of them wanted to anger your parents- Ted, because he knew how authority figures could be, he’d had experience with his own father, and Bill just didn’t want you to be punished and kept away from them. You came back through as quickly as you could, palming some of your loose change in your hand, making sure you would have enough for a slushie for yourself, and for your boyfriends if they hadn’t brought any money with them- which was more than likely.  “Going out again?” Your father asked you, wanting to make some sort of conversation. You nodded, glancing to him and giving a smile.  “Yeah, heading out to Circle K with Bill and Ted.” You told him. He was a lot more relaxed with the rules than your mother- whom you currently assumed to be out for lunch with one of her friends.  “Did your study session go well, then?”  “Yeah- we went over Socrates again. We all passed out- that’s why I didn’t come home or call last night.” Your father laughed gently, he understood.  “I figured as much. Your mother was saying that you could have been kidnapped- but I kept saying you’re a smart kid, you’d know what to do if that were a risk. Plus, I don’t think there’s anyone in San Dimas who would want to kidnap you.”  “Even if they did want to steal him away, we’d take whoever it is on,” Bill stated, confidently- nudging Ted.  “Yeah, we would!” The taller boy confirmed with a nod. You giggled and shook your head at the pair. Even your father chuckled gently at them.  “Good to know my son is in safe hands.” Though your father was aware that these two weren’t the sharpest tools in the shed of San Dimas, he wasn’t about to take away some of your only company. Your mother had brought it up to him before, but he usually elected to ignore the comments. “Anyway- get going, before your mother gets back. If she sees you going off with these to again without checking in properly she’ll have a fit.” He gestured to the door, “Just be back by eleven tonight, alright?”  “We’ll have him back by then!” Ted told him, opening the door and striding out, followed closely by Bill, and then you. Your father gave a wave, before heading back into your family home. 

There were few words on the journey to the local orange ringed store, you only started to speak again when you had each purchased your chosen flavour of slushie. Bill with strawberry, Ted with blue raspberry, and you with another blue raspberry. You all took a seat on the curb, and you decided to fill the silence with one of the first thoughts that came to your head mid-sip. “So, are you two ready for the end-of-semester presentation Mr Ryan is going to assign?” You asked, and both of your boyfriends looked rather shocked. “What? He’s done it with every other year-group, and we’re not exactly different, specification wise....” You pointed out, and Ted groaned.  “I suck at presentations.” He complained, “Plus neither of us can remember anything that Mr Ryan has taught us!” He exclaimed, gesturing rather wildly with his slushie. “I mean, even with your help, dude, I don’t think we’re going to do all that well.” You were about to speak, but Bill was the one to step in first.  “We gotta try, man,” He placed an affectionate hand on his boyfriend’s shoulder, “If we don’t, it’s even more likely that you’re going to be sent off to that heinous school in Alaska.” Ted considered this, then nodded. Bill was right.  “I’ll do everything I can to help my boys remember all they can,” You told them, a fond smile on your face which they quickly returned. They loved being referred to as your boys, they couldn’t even deny it- you could see it in their eyes. Bill leant over and pressed a very brief kiss to your cheek- though not before checking the parking lot was clear, empty of onlookers- and Ted reached across Bill’s legs to grab your hand, squeezing your palm to show some affection; you were too far away for a kiss from him, and he didn’t overly want to get up whilst his slushie was still rather full. He took a sip from the plastic straw in his beverage, before clearing his throat. “So..” He began, starting to grin wider than usual. “Who wants to make purple?” He nudged Bill, who then quickly looked to you, wearing the same grin as your other boyfriend. You started to laugh- of course this had been something that neither of them had forgotten. 

Without another word exchanged between you, you leant to close the gap between you and Bill, letting lips and tongue tangle in a passionate display of affection. Ted stared on adoringly, not overly minding that Bill was the first to get your attention and affection- though now he had finished off the majority of his drink he scuttled round to your other side, carefully taking your jaw in his hand when you eventually pulled away from Bill to catch your breath. Your break didn’t last for too long, since Ted pulled you gently so your already kiss swollen lips met his equally soft ones. Bill couldn’t help the warm and love-filled smile that spread over his face, before he just had to press a kiss to your cheek, and then reach over to Ted’s cheek to make sure he wasn’t left out. You all separated after a minute or so, and you wiped your lip carefully, wearing the same wide and almost goofy smile as the other two. Your lips, and tongue, as predicted, had turned a rather strange shade of purple.  “I think we should get another snack,” Ted suggested, “Cause I’m hungry, and then we can get the colour off of our tongues,” He grinned, and Bill considered the preposition.  “I guess some food wouldn’t hurt...” He agreed, “Marshmallows?” He suggested, which was replied to with a nod from both you and Ted. “I’ll get them then,” Bill smiled at you both, searching his pocket for some spare change as he got to his feet; marshmallows were a fair bit cheaper than slushies, and he could afford them with what he had to hand. Whilst he went back into the Circle K, you shuffled closer to Ted, smiling lightly as he drew you closer with an arm around your shoulder. That morning had certainly been most excellent, as most of the time with your boyfriends always was- it was something that you always looked forward to; spending time with them, making memories that would forever make you smile. 

[snoopdoodle]

OMG!! Snoop, it was amazing! I’m a little sad that, I didn’t find about you until now. Your writing is so great! And are your request open or are you not taking request right now because of the collaborative. (It’s ok if there not)You can make a part 2 of Ranboo dad Reader. 🏳️‍🌈 Anarchy [I say this with all of my favorite authors, but if I’m bothering you tell me please tell me]

Ahh!! Anarchy the beloved!! Of course you can have a part 2!! The link for part 1 is right below !! Also, if I had spaced this out like I was taught in english, this would be hella long-

FIRST PART \\ THRID PART

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Dad, but not // pt. 2

platonic!ranboo x male!reader, platonic!benchtrio x male!reader

pronouns: he/him

summary: kinda angsty second part to my story

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You cackled in the background as your son was blown up by a creeper. Your laugh was contagious as Tubbo started laughing with you. You slapped your knee from laughing so much. Tubbo tried to stand up, but he fell, which made you all laugh harder. “Don’t get an aneurysm, dad,” Ranboo told, and this just made you suffocate more. “Holy sh-i-i-i-t, hehe..” you spoke between laughter. “‘Don’t get an aneurysm’- heh-HEH” You tried to quote, but it just turned into a coughing/laughing fit. You groaned as your throat felt sore. “Dad, please don’t die,” Your son worried, and you pat his shoulder. “Not dying any time soon,” You started, your smile kind of turning forced.

You’d yet to tell the boys, Ranboo and his friends, that you would be leaving soon. You were happy and upset. You were only in England to do work. You could rent out a place here and leave it to one of your English friends who works in England as well. Maybe you could just buy a house here… no that would cost too much- “DAD! Are you ok? You’re zoning out.” Ranboo asked. You hadn’t realized it yet, but you had been ignoring Ranboo speaking to you. When Tubbo tried, you didn’t even reply. The both of them and chat had started to get worried. Ranboo ended up grabbing your shoulders and shaking them a few times.

“Y-yeah, I-I-I’m ok boys, I think I need to sit down for a second,” you informed. Now they were even more worried. You sat down on the couch and put your face in your hands. You had a killer headache. ‘I’m overworking myself.’ you thought, annoyed. You had asked your boss for a break multiple times, but he hadn’t responded. You thought about it for another second before deciding. You would skip a few days of work, hang out with the boys, then you would tell them. Or you’d tell them, then have your fun day…. days. Telling them after seems better. “Alrighty, I think we’re gonna end stream now, folks! Have a good day, bye!” Ranboo spoke. That was what snapped you out of your ideas.

Ranboo turned to you and sadly smiled. “You doing ok, pops?” He asked, He rarely used that name for you. Of course, you felt bad. You stood up, ignoring the sharp pain that came to your head. “Don’t worry about be kiddo… and I’m sorry for making you worry. I was thinking of stuff,” You answered, smiling as you felt Ranboo un-tense and lean into the hug. Tubbo huffed and walked into the hug as well. You moved your arm so it was wrapped around both of the boys. “By the way, Tubbo, do you have any Tylenol… or Aspirin?” You asked, ruining the mood, but making the 2 laugh.

“Yeah, we do. I’ll go get you some,” He spoke as he left the hug. Ranboo let go so Tubbo could get you some meds for your headache. Ranboo smiled, asking you s question. “So, what were you thinking of that had you so…” He stopped, as he couldn’t think of the word. “Disassociated?” You replied, “Yeah, I was thinking we could do something together. Me, you, Tommy, Tubbo, and maybe someone else if you want to invite someone.” You informed. Ranboo’s smile widened and he nodded his head. “Y-yeah! That sounds awesome!” He grinned. He hadn’t taken off his mask or glasses, but you could feel the happiness radiating off him.

“Ok, ok, kid. Let me get it planned, alright?” You spoke, chuckling. You had ford a smile onto your face as Tubbo came back into the room. He handed you the meds and a glass of water. You nodded a silent ‘ thank you ‘ to him. Ranboo grabbed Tubbo’s hand and dragged him to watch a movie. “You coming, dad?” he asked, you shook your head no and pointed to your phone and he gave a look of understanding. You walked outside and took note of the stormy clouds. You dialed the number and gave a smile when she answered. “Hey, Kristin,” you greeted into the phone. You smiled as she gave a polite hello back. “I need to ask you something,” you started. “Hm?” She hummed. You could hear her cooking in the background.

“I have to tell the boys that I’m goin’ back home soo, and I don’t know how..” You ranted, frowning into the phone. You heard a creak and turned around. The door was open. “Hm?” You questioned. You closed that door, didn’t you? Oh well. You walked back to the door and shut it firmly. “Well, I’d say you just flat out tell them. You should see how they take it, and then do something with them,” You laughed into the phone and shook your head. “That was my plan already!” You exclaimed with a grin. She laughed into the phone and you could hear her tap the counter. “Well I say you just go with your plan,” She told you. You grinned and nodded.

“Alrighty then, have a good day, Kristin,” you chuckled. “You too, [Name],” She told before hanging up. You held the phone, taking a deep breath. You walked back to the door, opening it softly and stepping inside. You could hear the thunder roar from outside so you were lucky to make it in soon enough. You walked through the halls. You heard a sniff and you stopped. “Hello?” You asked before stepping into the living room. Ranboo tuned to you and you could see his puffy eyes. “Are you really going back home soon?” He asked. Your eyes went wide and you sighed, putting your head down. You nodded to him and he sniffed again.

You walked back to the boy and pat his back. Tubbo sighed and put his head down, starting to tear up as well. He enjoyed having you here as much as Ranboo did. “I-Is that why you wanted to have a fun day?” He questioned and you nodded. “I was actually thinking of how I could stay longer.” Ranboo and Tubbo’s eyes widened as they listened to your explanation. “I want to stay longer, I really do kid. My company had only paid the hotel for the 2-week stay I have, so I couldn’t stay longer than that,” You told them with a frown. You sighed again and put your head into your arms.

“I’m sorry. Let’s just have a fun day together. You can invite that Tommy kid, if your parents’ll allow it Tubbo,” You sadly chuckled. Ranboo and Tubbo smiled at how you were trying to make things better. Ranboo called Tommy as Tubbo called his parents. Tubbo and Tommy’s parents agreed, so he walked on over. You all decided to have a sleepover-type thing. Tommy would stay over for the next 4 days that you are over. You all would stream, cook, vlog, and watch a couple movies. This should be fun. The first day you all hung out, you decided to do a cooking stream. You made a great bowl of pasta… besides the fact that Tommy spilled the sauce multiple times and Ranboo dropped the pasta noodles, breaking them into bits.

The second day, You all streamed a ‘you laugh, you lose’ stream. You didn’t laugh once, although you were very close. People had found it funny when you clapped to the song “Two Trucks” on beat. Ranboo’s hand had flown to his mouth, Tubbo had busted out laughing, and it took Tommy a seconds since he didn’t know what the song was. Chat had busted out laughing, and you only knew to do that because of how many times you had heard it from Ranboo. The other funny part was when someone donated a clip from the song “WAP”, and you had sung it word for word. Yeah… you successfully made the boys lose 2 lives… each.

On the third day, you all didn’t stream, but instead watched a movie. You decided to watch the Toy Story saga. All of you cried since you are all children. On the fourth day, you all went to a Halloween store that had opened early and vlogged there. It was all fun and games… till you all got kicked out cause, out of surprise and fear, you punched (and broke) one of the animatronics. The vlog was about 20 minutes long, so you thought it was pretty successful. Although, in the end, since you had run out of footage, you decided to do some small clips of you telling stories from America before your met Ranboo’s family.

And then you had the last day, today. Tomorrow you’d be going home. It was about 2 in the morning as you layed down. Captain America was playing in the background as the boys slept. Ranboo was cuddled up to your side, as was Tubbo. Tommy, however, was resting on the other side of the couch. Earlier in the night, he claimed that he didn’t need affection, but you knew he just didn’t want to get ‘picked on’ by Ranboo and Tubbo. You smiled as the boys shifted in their hold. Yeah, you’d miss them like hell. But hey, you just had the best 5 days of your life and, honest;y, you think you might be coming back soon.

[mindofharry]

In which bucky and you are hooking up and he doesn’t appreciate you until you’re gone.

angst!! so much angst!! swearing, bucky saying stuff he doesn’t mean and a whole lot of crying. feedback is welcome as always <3

roughly based around the time the falcon and the winter soldier meet up again :D enjoy, lovers!

losing you masterlist.

You met Bucky just after he moved into the apartment block. He looked pretty lost and you, being you, decided to lend a helping hand and help out a neighbour.

You did not expect him to end up in your bed the next morning.

It was unexpected and kind of childish, but he made your heart pound and your lips to as red as a cherry. Bucky barnes had you wrapped around his finger before he even knew your name, he just had that kind of charisma. You wanted to be around him all the time, be more than just the causal hook up. Not just someone he calls when he needs to let off steam. You want to be it for him. Bucky is unpredictable and stubborn, but you were sure you could fix him or at least help him onto a better path.

He just wouldn’t let you in.

You’d have sex, and then he’d kick you out. He wouldn’t even let you stay the night. Which at first you didn’t really care about as he would always greet you with a smile and walk you to the local bar. Bucky would have actual conversations with you, that was only for a week. The sex got more hot, more steamy and a lot more fucking rough. He didn’t greet you in the morning, not even a smile and he most definitely didn’t walk you to the bar anymore. He said it was a waste of his time.

You’re a confident person, you don’t usually let people like bucky barnes hurt you this much.

But he was so much more than a hook up to you, you loved him.

It was wednesday, so that means when bucky is done with his lunch he’d text and you’d meet him at his apartment. That’s what happens every wednesday and you never question it. Why would you? A strapping man like bucky wants you in some way. You’re not going to let it go because you have feelings for him.

It might be a little selfish, but you loved him too much.

You made yourself something to eat and watched some downtown abbey to calm yourself down. Bucky liked it when you were chill and not your usual bubbly self. You’ve changed yourself completely for this man. You hope it’s all worth it in the end.

After eating and relaxing for a bit, you decide to shower and get ready for buckys. You want to look nice, show him what he’s missing.

You wash your body with multiple shower gels, and decide to shave your legs - which really, you didn’t want to it’s a lot of effort and you’re just not in the mood today. But if bucky likes it, you’ll do it.

He mentioned once while you were in bed that he loved how smooth your legs are. So you shaved them before every hook up.

“You’re amazing” You reminded yourself, putting on your mascara. The make up will only come off, but again you want to make a good and lasting impression on him. You never used to wear makeup, just a bit a blusher and the occasional gloss. But bucky likes it. It’s always about what bucky likes and dislikes. Your mother would be so disappointed in you.

You shake your head to get rid of those thoughts and walk into your room. This time you pick something you want to wear. Opening up your closet you pull out your flowery, summery, dress that got at a marker in spain. Your family flew there and spent the summer in a nice little villa. It was the only bit of a peace you felt. When you came home, it felt like everything you left behind came crashing down.

Maybe that’s why you depend so much on bucky. You never wanted to be that person, but bucky makes it so hard. And you’re definitely not blaming him for you becoming so attached, you’re definitely the one to blame. But bucky is just, he’s just this great guy.

Or at least he was.

You get it, he lost a lot of people in the blip and after the blip. You lost people too. But it obviously affected him more, so you’re cutting him some slack.

Even if he doesn’t really deserve it.

After getting dressed and making yourself look some what presentable you text bucky to let him know you’re on the way to his apartment - it was only a 30 second walk, but you know he liked his privacy, so you warn him each time.

There was no response. As per usual, you thought rolling your eyes. You strolled down to his apartment taking your time, the weather looked nice enough. Maybe you’ll go for a walk after this, you know you won’t be staying long in buckys home.

You knock on the door, looking down at your phone. Still no messages. Now this, was surprising. Even if he didn’t text he’d always let you know in some way if he couldn’t make it. Bucky may be a dick, but he’d never leave you waiting.

You wait outside for a minute and contemplate leaving, but your hear footsteps walking towards you. You look over and see the man you love.

Bucky Barnes.

And he did not look happy. Angry, frustrated and confused maybe, but not happy. Usually he’s in a good mood after meeting up with his little friend for lunch. Did something happen? You don’t want to pressure him, but you need him to know you’re always there for him.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when bucky stepped infront of you, his eyebrows furrowed and scowl on his face.

“What are you doing here?” He asked fishing out his keys. You start to get annoyed, this man is really testing you. But you push that feeling down and put a smile on your face, placing a hand on his shoulder. Bucky shrugged it off, the smile fell off your face. Bucky noticed, but didn’t say anything.

“I’m busy today” He said putting the key into the door, trying to open it. He obviously put the wrong one in, frustrating him even more.

“We always meet up on wednesdays, and i did text you. But you never replied so i just assumed” You said, messing with the hem of your dress.

You wish he’d compliment you.

“Well you assumed wrong and i need you to leave. Got a date tonight” He said finally opening up his door. Your heart broke, it actually felt like it shattered into a million different piece. A date? With another person? Fuck, you didn’t think this far ahead. You thought that one day he would just realise. That it’s been you, you’re the one he wants. But obviously you were wrong.

You were wrong about a lot of fucking things.

But you put a brave face on and walked into his apartment, closing the door behind you. Again, you didn’t want to intrude but you needed to know how serious this date is. You need to know if this is the end of you and bucky.

Bucky sighed as he saw you standing in his hallway, he looked exasperated. Like you were a chore he forgot about or had been putting off. He looked at you like you were exhausting. Maybe you are. You should’ve never agreed to this hook up, friends with benefits shit. It always ends badly.

“Y/N, i said you need to leave” Bucky said placing a hand over his eyes. You nodded and instead of leaving you sat beside him. Bucky looked over at you and you’ve never seen him angrier.

“Are you deaf?” he asked and you flinched at his tone. “I have a date, and i need you to get the fuck out of my house” Bucky said and you sighed standing up.

“You’re an asshole” You mumbled and bucky stood up as well.

“You don’t say that when i’m balls deep in you” He replied, placing a hand on your cheek. He wasn’t rough when he grabbed you, but it did scare you a bit.

“This was just sex Y/N. Nothing more. You’re not my type, you’re too exhausting and tiring for me. I’m not interested in that sort of shit. Get the hell out of my home” Bucky said sternly letting go of your face. You searched his eyes for any sign of remorse or guilt, but nothing. He looked proud of himself really.

You sighed to yourself and wiped under your eyes. This is it. Fuck, ok don’t cry Y/N.

“I hope you enjoy your date” You said walking past him.

“Oh, I will” he smirked, watching as you left his apartment. You held back a sob as you ran to your apartment, ignoring on the stares and pitiful looks. You needed to leave the place.

You called your mom and told her the whole story and surprisingly she wasn’t disappointed.

“I could never be disappointed in you, baby. look at you, you’re amazing” Your mom said making you giggle. “That man doesn’t know what he just lost. a great friend is one of them. Now, men aren’t something you should be crying over. Go get yourself freshened up and then relax. You deserve it, honey” She said and you nodded to yourself, sitting up on your bed.

The tears were almost instant. Your mother hated to hear you cry. She lived so far away, and you just needed her hugging and cooking to make all of this pain go away. Heartbreaks are normal, their natural and everyone goes through it. It just hurts even more when the person you love the most doesn’t love you back.

“I love him” You admitted and your mom sighed. You could tell that she hated this too. “I met him when he was kind to me, he would walk me to the bar sometimes work too” You said and tried to stop the tears, but they just kept coming. “He was sweet. He would cuddle with me and not throw me out of his home. And he would listen, he would listen to anything i had to say” You sobbed.

“What did i do wrong? What did i do to make him hate me, mom?”

Your mother let out a pained sound. She just wanted to hug you and tell you everything would be ok.

“You did absolutely nothing wrong. This is all on him, honey. He didn’t appreciate what he had. He took advantage of your kindness and love towards him. You did nothing wrong. Never blame yourself for something like this.” She said quickly and groaned.

“I’ve gotta go” You said, and before your mom could get a word in you hung up and threw your phone against the wall.

Another thing to get fixed.

You did actually have work; but you decided you would get anything productive done. So giving yourself the day off would be good. Sit around, pig out and do not think of bucky barnes.

That lasted all of 5 minutes.

You’re now watching the notebook and didn’t get through 5 minutes of it without thinking of bucky. It’s not like you guys did actual couple things. Why are you so upset? Because you loved him, you idiot.

And now you have to get over him. If he was going on dates, you would too. If he was sleeping with other people, you would too. It’s time bucky barnes got a taste of his own medicine.

A week went by where you through yourself back into work and focused on catching up with old friends. During the day you didn’t think once about bucky, but when you got home that’s when the sob fests start. You’re pretty sure your neighbours can hear you, you feel a little bad.

Wednesday came and you didn’t once check your phone - one because it was smashed and you could barley see the screen, and two because you’re not going to be that girl anymore. You’re come to terms with the fact that bucky wasn’t for you, and although your heart is still very, very broken.

You’re doing better. You’re getting there.

On the other side of the apartment block, bucky barnes was not getting there or doing ok. You hadn’t texted him in a over a week, that’s a new record for you. Usually you send him memes or little reminders randomly. But there’s nothing, he’s been staring at his phone screen for far too long waiting for you to text.

He sighed and began typing.

‘ Hey, it’s bucky. Wondering if we’re still on for tonight? X ‘

He sent it and then put his phone down, turning on his tv. The date he went on was a bust. The girl wasn’t you, he figured that out pretty quickly. It’s not the girl wasn’t good looking or anything and she was nice enough, he just couldn’t stop comparing her to you. Y/N wouldn’t get the drink or Y/N wouldn’t sit that far away, or Y/N wouldn’t totally flipped that jackass off. He left abruptly in the middle of the date because he couldn’t handle it anymore. He couldn’t handle not being with you, and that, to him was a problem. Bucky hadn’t been this dependent on a person since steve.

And steve left.

Bucky was just protecting himself, but while he was doing that - he hurt you. Immensely. He put you through so much pain in after this relationship. It was barley even a relationship, but it hurt just as much.

10 minutes went by, and there was still no response. You didn’t even read the message. Now he knows how you feel. Instead of waiting a little longer, bucky decided to just go to your apartment instead. He strolled down the hall and knocked on your door. Your neighbour came out of his home. Bucky nodded his way, the man only tutted at him.

“Poor girl” The man mumbled walking away leaving bucky confused. He shook it off and knocked again, this time you finally answered. You looked beautiful. You were wearing a tight, red dress showing all of your curves off you hair was straightened and you weren’t wearing any make up - you still looked behind beautiful.

“Bucky....” you said with furrowed brows.

“I texted but there was no reply” He said walking into your apartment and taking off his jacket. He grinned and put his hands on your hips. You were even more confused, did he just forget about last week? What he said to you?

“Did you get dressed up all for me?” He asked you cleared your throat moving back so his hands would fall off you, bucky looked at you with a scowl.

“What’s up?” he asked moving his hands to your cheeks, you remembered how he grabbed you the last time and you flinched. Bucky froze for a second and dropped his arms to his side. Something was obviously wrong.

“I’m going on a date, bucky” You said and buckys world stopped for a second. A date? With who? This can not be happening.

“Whatever we have going on, it’s done. So i don’t know why you’re here” You said walking into your room to finish getting ready, you needed to find your black heels.

You met this guy at work, and you really hit it off. So when he asked for a date, you didn’t hesitate. You were putting you first, like you should’ve been doing all along.

“Done?” Bucky asked following you, you nodded and shrugged your shoulders. “You made it pretty clear last week” You said and bucky sighed rolling his eyes. “So this is about the date?” He said and you didn’t reply.

“It’s about what you said to to me, bucky. You’re selfish and mean. And i deserve better”

Bucky sat down on the end of your bed beside you. He knew what he was doing, you were an easy lay. Bucky hates himself for breaking your heart, god knows he broke his own letting you go and saying those awful words to you. You do deserve better.

“So with that being said, i think it’s time for you to leave”

And this time, it was you kicking bucky out of your bed.

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almost normal - the apocalypse

five hargreeves x reader

summary: being pregnant in the apocalypse probably isn’t the greatest thing.

warnings: cursing, pregnancy, no baby yet, that will come in part two ;)

word count: 2.1k

a/n: yall asked for it, and i felt like i could do better, so here is your time in the apocalypse after finding out that you’re pregnant and following this we will have a commission chapter and when they get to twenty nineteen. reading the old a/n that i put here is making me realize how long this took me to actually write 🤡 anyways, this is basically what the original was but focused on the apocalypse and much, much more detailed. i’ll stop now, please enjoy!

being the daughter of two people spontaneously born on the first of october in nineteen eighty-nine, you had been gifted with special abilities, just like them. over the years of your life, they were able to teach you how to control these abilities.

by the time you were thirteen, you were able to create an invisible barrier around yourself. of course, it happened unintentionally at times.

one of those times, it protected you at the end of the world. how you wished it hadn’t for the first few years. but you surprisingly weren’t the last person on the face of the earth.

-

you stood on the doorstep of your home- or what used to be your home. it had crumbled to the ground when the explosion wiped out the entire city, leaving a pile of rubble. it was surrounded by the other houses in the neighborhood, some of which still stood as the flames continued to burn.

this isn’t real.

you pinch your arm so hard that it stings for a few moments afterward, and you start shaking your head. “this isn’t real.” you tell yourself, voice shaking with the fear that this might not be a nightmare.

stepping back from your home, you turned on your heel to run to the closest house that hadn’t collapsed yet. mr and mrs peoples. you didn’t knock, bursting through the front door and rushing through each room that fire was beginning to engulf, searching for any sign of the old couple.

when you got up the stairs and to their room, you stopped dead in your tracks. on the bed, their charred bodies lay next to each other, and you feel your eyes beginning to sting- from the smoke and from what was happening.

the city.

there must be people in the city.

you dash down the stairs as they threaten to collapse, sprinting out of the house and down the road as fast as you can. the route you’ve remembered from walking to school, the one that brought you through the crowded sidewalks.

by the time you get to the most populated part of the whole town you lived in, you’re out of breath, chest rising and falling quickly.

“help!” you shout as loud as you can, starting to walk through the streets, trying not to focus on the buildings that hadn’t made it, the burned bodies on the ground. “please! there has to be someone.” the tears that had threatened you begin to fall, running down your cheeks.

when you get farther down, you see what you think is a real, live person, searching the rubble surrounding him. but you can’t be sure. there’s smoke and your vision is blurry from your tears. “hey!” you shout, beginning to run towards the figure as fast as you can with your labored breathing.

he turns in your direction when he hears your voice, eyebrows raising in surprise. when you stop just before what used to be a building. “please-” you suck in a breath, “please tell me you’re real.”

-

he was the only reason you managed to survive. you knew now that you never would have made it this far without him.

ten years.

you’ve made it ten years so far, and the only reason the both of you keep going is each other- as well as his hope to find the right equation to get you back to your normal lives in twenty nineteen (and saving the world but that could be discussed later.)

until then, you could try your very best to make an almost normal life for yourselves.

after the first few years of moving across the city- and probably into other states as well, you couldn’t tell for sure- you had grown to have feelings for him. you didn’t know if it was because you two were the only ones left on earth, but you didn’t care. you wouldn’t want to choose anyone else to survive with.

eventually, after a few drinks to celebrate the finding of some wine, when your face was flushed with the alcohol in your system and your brain slightly fuzzy, you ended up kissing him.

the next morning, you woke up cuddled next to him, the empty bottle to your side. it brought butterflies to your stomach, and when he woke up after you, you had summoned the courage to tell him how you felt. you were lucky enough to know that he returned the affection.

you were nineteen then, only six years after the end of the world. and for another four years, you had been together.

on the third year of being together, pushing for survival, you found an old jewelry store.

-

“do you want to get married?” you call out, eyes squinted slightly from the sunlight and the strain to see him properly.

he turned at your voice, brushing his hands off on his pants. “what?”

grinning, you step over the wall. “i said,” you stop in front of him and reveal the bands, “do you want to get married?”

his eyes fall on the rings and he stays quiet for a moment, before he looks back to you, and your smile grows at the sight of his own.

“in the apocalypse?“ he chuckles softly.

you shrug your shoulders. "we can’t make it, like, official, but if we ever get back…” you press your lips together for a moment, “i think it’ll have more meaning, since we found them here.”

he seems to think about it for a moment, before he holds his hand out to you, and you clap your hands together from the joy you felt.

when you got stuck here at thirteen years old, you didn’t think you’d have anything close to a normal life. but after a few years, you realized that you could try to make it as normal as possible for yourself.

you slide one of the rings onto his finger, the sun’s light reflecting off of the gold. it’s a silent moment, and you could feel your heart beating faster than usual.

once it is snug on his finger, he takes the other from you, taking your hand. “i never thought i’d be getting married in a wasteland.”

chuckling, you watch as he gently puts the ring in it’s rightful place. “i don’t care where we get married. it would be perfect no matter what.”

five looks into your eyes, and you know that you wouldn’t have this any other way. as long as he was with you, you don’t care where you are or what the situation is.

“i love you.” you mumble quietly, bringing your hand to his cheek as you stare into his eyes.

“i guess i love you too.”

you roll your eyes, moving the hand behind his neck to pull him into a loving kiss.

-

now, it’s been about four months since you’ve ‘married’ five. it didn’t change much about your life, but you could feel that you had a newfound hope. even though you were stuck in an unforgiving world, foraging for food and clinging onto survival, you had five with you.

and now it felt like no matter what happened, he would stay with you. maybe, if you ever did get out of this hell, it could happen for real. that kept you going.

there have been changes, though. for the past three months or so, your ‘time of the month’ never came. at first, you brushed it off. this had happened before- stress could delay it, so you figured that was what it was.

but then it didn’t come the next month, either.

this month, you were beginning to notice a small bump in your belly. you told yourself it could just be you gaining weight from the food you ate, but you couldn’t fool yourself. you can’t eat enough in this world, especially not enough to gain significant weight.

and so the worrying began.

you didn’t tell five at first, keeping the anxiety to yourself as you continued on your treks through the barren land. you would chew on your lip as you walked, and it got to the point where you broke through the skin and it had bled for a bit.

he noticed, but you didn’t know that.

on your next stop for shelter that you would stay in for a few weeks to search for supplies, he brought it up.

-

“are you okay?” he questions, and it catches you off guard for a moment.

you look up from the book that you had found in the wreckage of an old library. “uh,” you hesitate for a moment, “yeah. yeah, i’m fine.”

trying to get away from his questions, you look back down to the pages of the book as if it would stop him from continuing. from the corner of your eye, you can see how his brows furrowed together.

he was quiet, but only for a moment. “i’ve noticed, you know.” the statement causes your heart to pick up it’s pace a bit, and you hope he can’t see the fear and nervousness that has overcome you.

“noticed what?” you gulp, not daring to look up from the page. you don’t know if it’s the cold air around you, but your eyes are stinging.

five stands from the makeshift seat he had taken on a fallen pillar, moving to your side and sitting in the dirt that was protected from the snow. “you know, you can tell me anything. whatever is wrong, you can say it.”

the book closes as you release it, falling to the ground at your side. “i-” you notice the shakiness in your voice, and you pause for a moment to take a deep breath, “i don’t know how to tell you.”

his arm falls around your shoulders, pulling you into his side. it’s something that has always comforted you, even in the worse days, and he knows that. he knows everything. “just say it.” he tells you softly.

you close your eyes for a few moments, pulling your knees to your chest as you gulp down your fear. “i- i think i’m pregnant.”

a tear that had escaped your stinging eyes rolled down your cheek, and you quickly wiped it away on the sleeve of your sweater. it was in vain, as shortly after there were more drops falling down your face.

his momentary silence worries you, and you think if there was a way to screw up everything you've built here, it was this.

“how would you know?” he questions quietly, and of all the questions he could have asked, you think that might be one of the best ones.

sniffling and abandoning the attempt at getting rid of your tears, you take a quick breath. “it’s been a few months since my last... you know,” you begin to explain, avoiding looking at him, “and i’m pretty sure my belly is... getting bigger. and it can’t just be me gaining weight because we don’t eat much.”

you hear him let out a slow breath, and when you look at him in fear for his reaction, he seems to be staring off in thought. you bite on your lip as you try to keep yourself from crying anymore. “five?”

“we’ll figure it out.” he tells you after a moment, and you take in a shaky breath from the statement. “we’ll find a way to make it work.” he runs his fingers through your hair, “we always do.”

his sweet reassurances make your heart skip a beat. it’s unbelievable to you, even after all of the years you’ve been with him.

“god, i love you.” a small sob escapes with the words, but the tears don’t truly show how you feel. you’ve never been so happy.

you’ll get part of the normal life you always wanted as a child. a family.

you were only able to relish in the moment for a few seconds, because five suddenly jolted forward, scaring the life out of you as he grabbed onto the shotgun leaning against one of the walls.

your head turns to where he is pointing it, you saw a woman. but it wasn’t just any woman, no. she wasn’t dressed for the apocalypse like you. she had a clean, properly fitted dress and high heels, her makeup perfectly done.

who the hell is this?

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