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(n.) beautiful thinking; a well mind.

➵ pairing: saiki kusuo/reader

➵ word count: 4.8k

➵ genre: slight angst? fluff

➵ warnings: none

➵ summary: teruhashi and mikoto swap looks and all it does is annoy saiki, he asks you for help once again. alternatively, teruhashi and mikoto compete to figure out saiki’s type, you try not to get involved but get dragged into things anyway.

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before you read:

‘saiki telepathically communicating with reader’ ‘reader thinking or interacting with saiki through thoughts.’ “saiki talking without moving his mouth.” “saiki talking using his mouth.”

notes: this was a request, found here, finally i’ve managed to update the series and i hope you all like the newest rendition. this one’s based off of season 2 episode 17. enjoy!!!

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Sitting across from Kokomi, you took down notes from her book. You had asked her beforehand for help since you didn't understand the class material. Of course, like the 'angel' she was, she didn't refuse. After grabbing a chair from another desk, you had parked yourself in front of her. Though, it proved hard to focus when everyone around you gushed about her perfect she was.

You leaned back in place, picking up Kokomi's notebook to take a closer look at it, squinting your eyes at it. Almost as if the action itself would help it magically make sense. The words written on the pages were elegant- even her handwriting was perfect. You sighed, yet again realising that if anyone ended up with Saiki- it would be her.

'Stop thinking useless things.' You nearly jumped in surprise. Would you ever get used to him randomly talking to you telepathically? Probably not. You furrowed your eyebrows and closed your eyes in slight frustration. 'I swear I told you to stop that.' You thought back at Saiki, recognising his voice in your head.

You shoved down the thought of how nice he sounded, regardless of whether he talked to you with his mouth or not. 'Stop what?' He retorted. You were grateful Teruhashi was too busy feeling proud of the attention she was getting from the guys in the class to pay attention to your expressions. 'Checking into my thoughts like I'm some radio station.' You huffed mentally.

'I can't help hearing you.' You exhaled through your nose, slumping in your seat. You knew he was right, but still! He didn't have to reply to you- he could ignore it. 'It's not like I'm wrong, she's perfec-' He cut off your thought before you could continue. 'Don't care.' Typical Saiki, always having to be in the right. 'Why not?'

'Because I don't... besides, she's not my type.' That made you raise an eyebrow to yourself. You looked over your shoulder to Saiki, still sitting at his desk, before you turned around to face in front of you. 'Why not?' You hoped you didn't sound too curious, aiming for indifference. It didn't work. 'She's not my type,' He reiterated.

That made you wonder, who was then? You shook your head, going back to pretending you were paying attention to Teruhashi's notebook- or trying to, at least. It was none of your business, to begin with, so it's not like you'd pry. Part of you didn't want to know so you wouldn't go around unconsciously changing your appearance.

What good would it do finding out anyway? It's not like you would fit his expectations. Knowing him meant being aware of the fact that he didn't have a single bone for romance in his body. That didn't stop the pang of pain you felt in your gut. You chose to halt your thought process before you got upset. There was no point souring your mood over something like that.

You would've started focusing on the school work you had left had it not been for Mikoto calling out Saiki's name. "Kusuo!" Turned out, you weren't the only one paying attention- Teruhashi had whipped her head to look in their direction. If you hadn't moved back in time, her perfect hair would have slapped you in the face.

"Let's go get cake later!" Mikoto announced, and you ignored the bitter taste in your mouth. Was this feeling... jealousy? No way. It was, but it's not like you would admit it to yourself. You watched Teruhashi's expression darken, and you moved back. She had a piece of her hair in her mouth, and she ground her teeth in anger. She looked creepy, and you had no intention of setting her off, even by accident. She was giving off Sadako (girl from the ring) vibes. You shivered involuntarily.

You didn’t need the power of mind reading to know what she was thinking. ‘Acting so friendly with Saiki, darn that b!tch!’

You said nothing when Teruhashi got up abruptly and excused herself to you, knowing full well she was going after Mikoto and the psychic. Saiki was popular- he had two of the prettiest girls in the school chasing after him. You exhaled deeply, shaking your head to yourself.

So much for not putting yourself in a sour mood. You quietly returned to your desk, deciding to sleep the rest of the day away instead. Education be damned.

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Your jaw dropped to the floor when you came to school the next day, only to find Teruhashi had copied Mikoto's style. The rest of the guys in the classroom shared your sentiment. "Oh, my!" and "No way!!" was all they could muster. One of them asked what had happened to her directly. "A makeover," She answered, a faint blush lining her cheeks. You cringed.

The boys in the class ogled at her telling her how great she looked. Personally, you thought the change didn't suit her, but to each their own. Did miss perfect think the fortune teller in question was Saiki's type? Oh, dear lord.

You were sat across Saiki this time when she showed up to school. 'What is she doing?' Saiki thought at you, and you replied, still staring at Teruhashi- dumbfounded. 'I think you already know.' He deadpanned, sighing at her behaviour. 'She thinks I'm going to gasp.'

‘Who knows, maybe you will.’ You teased, only for him to turn to you with his face void of emotion. ‘Stop it.’ You wanted to snort because Saiki would do that when pigs fly. Disclaimer: never gonna happen. Not on your watch. 'Fat chance.' Knowing him, he'd just sigh at her behaviour. She had the wrong idea about the pink-haired boy, that was for sure.

You hadn't noticed Mikoto standing behind you until Saiki raised his head to look at her, and she spoke. "Wah! Terukoko, that look fits you!" She complimented, before presenting herself to Saiki. 'And this one, what has she done?' You raised your head back to look at her before you rushed to turn around in your chair when you caught a glimpse of her. 'Oh, no...' You thought back at Saiki. 'Oh, no indeed, good grief.' What a disaster.

She had straightened her hair and dyed it brown- though her iconic clip remained. Her jewellery and acrylic nails were nowhere to be seen. "What do you think? I'm mainstream, now," Mikoto questioned. Had the two- had they switched their looks for the day? Of course, they had. But why? Ah, it was because they were trying to be Saiki's type, each one confusing something fundamental. The boy didn't have one- a type.

He did, but what you weren’t aware of that.

Not waiting for an answer from Saiki, she turned to Teruhashi, going back to gushing over her with a smile. "Terukoko, you looked really cute, so I tried a more conventional look like yours." At least she was honest, you had to commend her for that. 'Terukoko?' Saiki commented, questioning the nickname. You were too shell shocked to reply.

"It's a wig, though," Mikoto clarified, and you sighed in relief. She hadn't done any permanent damage. 'What are they trading looks for?' Of course, he didn't know- the boy was dense as a rock. 'What's that supposed to mean?'

'Exactly what I said. It means you can't even tell when they change their styles to impress you.' You shot back. You felt Teruhashi staring at the two of you, but refused to look her way- in fear of incurring the anger of a jealous high school girl in love. 'Great, now Teruhashi thinks I like girls for their boobs.'

You turned to look back at him, your back hurting from twisting to observe Mikoto. 'Why would she think that?' You questioned Saiki. He sighed, lowering his head. 'That's the difference between the two.' You brought your hand up to cover your mouth. He wasn't wrong, Teruhashi's chest was small compared to the fortune teller. A cup vs Double Ds.

It was clear the psychic had had enough of the whole fiasco. Mikoto left after Saiki told her off, apologising as she did. You exhaled. Something about the two of them switching styles to catch Saiki's attention didn't sit well with you. You ignored the feeling, refusing to dwell on it further. Instead, you focused on Saiki. A mistake, if you were being honest.

The moment you got lost in admiring his features, the world faded away. A horrible sign, because it meant this boy had a hold on you and he wouldn't do a damn thing about it. You wanted to reach out and touch his hair, it looked soft to the touch and you wanted to feel it. To feel him. You restrained yourself, not wanting to make him uncomfortable.

Saiki would let you touch his hair if you asked, but you didn't- so it's not like he'd offer himself. You didn't need to know that, though.

His lips looked soft too, they were light pink, a few shades dimmer compared to his hair. When the thought of kissing him crossed your mind, you clenched your jaw. No. You would never go there, you wouldn't allow yourself to even imagine it.

He was your friend for god's sake! You had to keep yourself in line. Lest you destroy the relationship you had with him. When his eyes met yours, stoic and devoid of emotion, you felt your heart stop. The butterflies erupted in your stomach and you cursed at yourself for letting something that simple get to you.

You didn't even realise he was calling, your mind hadn't even registered his lips moving, calling out your name. Only when he softly touched your hand, the one on his desk did you snap out of it. You flushed red- the colour, you were sure had enveloped your entire being.

"Y/n. Pay attention. You'll fail the upcoming mock test otherwise." No witty response came from you, too dazed to fire back. "Ye-yeah." You said meekly, failing to notice the look of slight worry Saiki shot at you. The feeling of his fingers on the back of your hand, made the tips of your ears burn. You tried not to think about how nice his touch felt.

His hands were warm. He was warm.

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You decided by the end of the school day that you weren't going to get involved with the non-existent love triangle Mikoto and Teruhashi were convinced existed. You made quick work of packing your bags, noting how Saiki had come to the same conclusion as you, excluding himself from the situation.

Saiki had gone to the toilet right before the last period concluded, his typical escape route when he wanted to avoid people. Truth be told, you were surprised that neither female had followed him.

Before you had the chance to put your pencil case away, the girls in question had walked up to your desk. You reluctantly looked up, your hand in your bag as you shot them a tense smile. You had spoken too soon. Looked like not getting involved wouldn't be an option.

Mikoto brushed her wig behind her shoulder before folding her arms in front of her chest. You tried not to pay attention to the way her boobs looked bigger because of the action, looking at the desk next to you as if it was interesting.

'Y/n, don't say a word. Walk away.' Saiki's voice reverberated inside your skull.

You tried to control your expression of surprise, had you not done so, your eyebrows would've disappeared past your hairline. Trying not to think about how much you missed his honey-like voice, you zipped up your bag quietly.

Traitor. If he was going to escape, knowing what was to come, he should've taken you with him. A fair warning, at least, would've been nice. You didn't have the braincells for this. The remaining three just screamed 'Hungry, angry, hangry!'

"Need something?" You asked absent-mindedly as you checked the time on your phone. "What's Saiki's type?" You sighed inwardly. Of course, Mikoto would be direct. Your eyes met Teruhashi's, who immediately looked away as if she was embarrassed. No surprise there, she would never ask, lest she gives away the name of her 'secret' crush.

'Don't say anything, Y/n. I'm warning you.' Saiki affirmed, and you groaned internally. 'I got it, I got it. Wasn't planning on it anyways, I don't know your type to begin wit- wait, are you still in the bathroom?'

Silence passed for a few seconds before he said something again. '...Yes.' The corners of your mouth twitched. You stopped yourself from laughing, the idea of Saiki squatting on a closed toilet bowl trying to talk to you flashed through your head. 'I'm not squatting. Good grief. Just get rid of them.'

You rolled your eyes mentally, before looking at Mikoto, who was still waiting for your response. "You're asking the wrong person- I don't know." You hoped that would get them to leave you alone. You didn't even get the chance to grab your school bag before she spoke up again. "How could you not? You're close with him!" You sighed, audibly this time.

"So, what? Doesn't mean I have an answer to your question." Forget being polite, you did not have the mental capacity for a conversation like that today. You turned to leave the classroom only to find Mikoto was still following you, Teruhashi on her heels. "Wai- Wait up! Stop trying to keep him to yourself, Y/n! I got a right to know." Her voice still as cheery as always.

That pissed you off. Keep him- to yourself? What a joke. You had no intention of making a move on Saiki. You turned around abruptly, stopping her in her tracks. "I am not. He's my friend, and I have no interest in the guy. Do you get that? F-R-I-E-N-D-S. I don't know his type, he's never told me or shown a liking for the female gender for that matter." You clenched your jaw.

Did they have any idea how much it hurt watching them try so hard for him? Knowing you could never act as freely as they did? Watching them chase after him any chance they got? You didn't mind their feelings for him- after all, it wasn't your place to decide who could go after him and who couldn't. That didn't mean you wouldn't feel jealous of it, though. ‘F^ck this.’

"Why don't you ask him, yourself?" You huffed before you turned on your heel. You half-heartedly accepted the sorry Mikoto shot your way, waving your hand before you walked down the hallway to the stairs that would get you out of the stupid school building.

When Saiki teleported from the bathroom to the shoe lockers near the exit, joining you in walking home, you stayed silent.

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The next day wasn't any better. Mikoto showed up with the same wig from the day before, and glasses this time. You assumed she hadn't taken your advice and asked him. When Teruhashi entered the classroom, you sighed for the 1000th time that week.

Teruhashi had dyed her hair blonde and had a bow resting in it. Not to mention the fact that it was curled just like Mikoto's. 'It gets worse,' you thought to yourself, shaking your head. Like clockwork, the boys in the class crowded around her, telling her how cute she looked. Some wondered why she had changed. What was she? Some kind of zoo animal?

"Te-Teruhashi, what did you do?" One of them asked. 'She really did it,' Saiki thought at you, and you glanced to your left to observe him. His glasses hid his eyes, but you knew he wasn't pleased. Teruhashi put her hand up next to her eyes like Mikoto would and answered the boy, "I just felt like it." Like hell she did. "So edgy!" The boy who had queried, exclaimed. 'A personality makeover, too?'

Teruhashi passed in front of your desk, heading to Saiki's. You would have bet money that she was trying to get him to gasp. "Good morning, Saiki." When Saiki nodded at her, acknowledging her existence, she turned her head 180°, like some owl. She was clearly shocked he hadn't reacted.

'What's wrong with her brain?' Saiki questioned, and you answered, of course. 'It's because she went to so much effort for you.' The two of you watched as the girl in question ran out of the classroom.

'She's still fixated on boobs?' You snickered quietly to yourself at Saiki's comment. 'Good grief, I don't want her to fall deeper into this,' He stated before he turned to you, 'If she asks for love advice from you, tell her to go back to her normal self.'

'Before I agree, I have to tell you something.' You thought back at him, before completely clearing your mind. A skill you developed, knowing how to stop the psychic from seeing it coming. 'What is it?' There was a pause, you continued to look in front of you. 'You should never fart in an apple store.' You heard him audibly sigh, '...Why?' You tried not to laugh. 'Because they don't have windows.'

'I will kill you.'

'No, you won't.'

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Truth be told, you weren't sure why the school turned to you for advice on relationships when they had Mikoto to just point them in the direction of their soulmate. It was a good revenue to make money though, nothing in this world came for free, after all. That's how you found yourself sitting across from Mikoto, a 100 yen coin in her hand. She had decided to turn to you the right way this time. With money.

"I need advice." She claimed, and you nodded looking around the empty classroom. Mostly empty, since Saiki was still there, just existing. You were next to the seats near the lockers since everyone else had left to go on their break and the chairs were free. "I know." You rubbed your temple, ignoring the headache that emerged.

Trying not to pay attention to the dull pain behind your right eye socket, you gestured with your hand for her to continue before folding your arms in front of your chest. "I changed my style to fit Teruhashi's looks and it's not working, I don't understand what I have to do to get his attention."

When you stayed silent, she continued, and you pretended her talking about Saiki didn't affect you. Nope. Not one bit... Okay, maybe it did a little. Your job as the designated love guru came first, though. You needed the 100 yen to buy coffee jelly for Saiki. "I'm gonna be honest with you. You're my rival." That caught you off guard, and you furrowed your eyebrows at her.

"Heh, why?" You questioned, not understanding what she meant. Why would you be her love rival when you had no intention of acting on the stupid crush you had? She sighed, looking out the window of the classroom. "I looked into your fortune like I did with Saiki. I just want you to know I'm not going to stop competing with you." Mikoto turned back to look at you, and you were left even more confused.

Your head reeled. What the hell was she on about? You liked Mikoto, she was nice, and headstrong, not taking shit from anyone, but she was cryptic. Something you didn't enjoy much, since she spoke in riddles at times. Like now. "Why would you compete-" You didn't get a chance to finish as Mikoto cut you off. "You're his absolute future, his absolute soulma-"

Teruhashi walked in before she could finish, and you coughed into your hand and moved back in your seat, pretending you hadn't been at the edge of it. She still had Mikoto's style, and you had to say, it was growing on you. You wouldn't lie, she was still pretty. She took a chair and placed it beside Mikoto.

"I need your advice." Of course, she did as well. You dragged your hands down your face, already done with the day. You weren't a fan of talking about love with them when you knew that they were trying to pine for Saiki. Regardless, you'd give it, because the boy in question had asked you to.

"Payment first, both of you." When they gave it to you, you put the 200 yen on your side of the desk before you looked at them expectantly. "The guy I like doesn't care no matter how much I change myself for him." Teruhashi piped up first, and Mikoto agreed with her, saying she had the same issue.

You leaned back in your chair and it creaked slightly due to the shift in weight. "The issue isn't whether he cares or not. Ask yourselves this, why are you changing into someone that isn't true to yourself? Why do that for a guy? There isn't any point in it, because if he doesn't like you for you, then what use is he to you?"

Both of them looked at each other before turning to you. "So, what are you saying? Give up on him?" Mikoto spoke first this time, and Teruhashi agreed. You sighed, they still didn't get it. "No- I'm saying go back to your original styles, then try again. Copying each other won't help you." When they stayed silent, thinking on your words, you knew your work was done. With that, you took the 200 yen and returned to your desk next to Saiki.

The day after, the both of them had returned to normal and you sighed with relief.

'You owe me.'

'I know.'

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bonus:

"I need your help, again." Of course, Saiki did. It was a regular occurrence. Whenever he didn't want to be bothered, he'd use you as some sort of human shield against 'nuisances', i.e, his friends. Now it was your turn to deadpan at the pink-haired boy.

You raised your eyebrows to mock him, your eyelids lowered as you nodded your head with a knowing look. "What is it this time?" As your eyes trailed from his to stare at the hand on your arm, a feeling of deja vu washed over you. This situation was eerily similar to when Saiki had asked you to third wheel when he didn't want to hang out with Teruhashi alone. "Mikoto wants to get cake with me after school."

The only difference this time was that it was break time and he had caught you on the roof of the school. You tried not to think how pretty he looked with the sunlight bathing him in its glow. You ran a hand through your hair, "I can't refuse, Can I?" You turned from looking at the school field to Saiki. When your eyes met the place he was holding you, he didn't let go.

"It wasn't a question." He stated bluntly. You let out a huff of amusement, of course, it wasn't. The same predicament as the last time this had happened came up, to help or to not help. You could try ducking under him to escape, but you knew it wouldn't work. As much as you didn't want to roll over and let Saiki have his way, you knew you'd let it happen.

Then, making him work for it, wouldn't hurt right? "I don't think so. I'm not helping." Despite Saiki's expression not changing, the twitch of his eyebrow told you he was peeved. "You're coming with me." You huffed in annoyance. Always so damn stubborn. "Why don't you just go with her? You love sweet stuff." You tried not to pay attention to how his touch was doing things to your heart. You felt the breeze of the afternoon on your skin, thankful for it since it helped cool you down.

Saiki had yet to break eye contact with you, and you didn't like the feeling of your insides being squeezed, not one bit. You broke the stare first. "Because it's bothersome." You looked at him incredulously, why was it your job to help him, just because he thought of it as a chore?

"You already owe me, Kusuo." You stated.

"I know." He replied almost immediately.

"I will come to collect a favour." You confirmed.

"I know." He shot back.

You sighed, "Fine! I'll come with- see you after class." You agreed as much as you didn't want to. Seeing Mikoto try to get Saiki to like her didn't sound appealing in the slightest. You expected him to leave, he had gotten what he came for.

To your surprise, he stayed put. "...What?" You asked, unsure what he wanted. "I'm waiting for you. Class is about to start and we're going to be late." You gave him a soft smile at that. The small act of consideration was enough to remind you that this boy owned your heart. Out of all the people in the world, Saiki Kusuo just had to be the one you fell for. When you didn't move, too lost in your thoughts, he spoke.

"For your first favour, I'll let you touch my hair. Once." You nearly choked on the spit in your mouth, did you hear him right??? When you stayed silent, too shocked to say a word, Saiki elaborated, "You were thinking about it two days ago." You flushed with embarrassment. He had heard you?!

Of course, he had- he had telepathy after all. Curse you for letting your thoughts run wild in a 200-metre radius of him. You wanted to combust, praying to any higher power to just let the ground beneath you swallow you up. Anything would be better than having to be in this situation.

"Stop reading my mind, will you?" You said meekly, hoping that was all he heard. "I can't help it when you're that loud. Now hurry up before I change my mind." You forced your mind to not go at a hundred miles per hour. No such luck. Act cool, Y/n, please. You begged internally.

You moved closer to him, trying not to pay attention to his eyes following your every move. Why did this man have to make you so nervous? You could feel your face burning, and when he finally let go of your arm, you reached forward. You tentatively placed your fingers over his pink locks, exhaling nervously.

The moment your hand came into contact with his hair, your mind went blank. Why did it all feel so natural to you? You were surprised at how soft his hair was, it was like a fluffy carpet, the ones you'd draw designs into just because of how nice it felt on your hands. You let your fingers move to feel more, experimentally.

Saiki's expression had yet to change, the only thing that did was the fact that he was no longer looking at you, staring off to the side. You licked your lips, letting yourself enjoy the moment, knowing you'd never get a chance like this again. You would.

'Why does it feel so soft? What conditioner does he use?'

You sighed in contentment, absentmindedly running your hands through his pink hair as you thought back to when Mikoto and Teruhashi had cornered you to try and find out Saiki's type. What was his type? Did he even have one? If you had to guess, you'd reckon it was someone who loved themselves.

You had a feeling that Saiki didn't like those who tried too hard or who changed just for him. That much was obvious from how he reacted to the two girl's switching styles. So, someone who remained true to themselves, no matter what? That had to be it.

“Oh, Wow.”

You froze, what f^ck was that? You looked to Saiki, questioning if you had misheard him. It was his voice, but there was no way the robot of a human was capable of saying those two words. The only thing that changed was that his hand now covered his mouth. You watched him, and when he refused to meet your gaze, you became suspicious.

"Kusuo...?" Your words trailed off when you noticed his ears, moving your hand to the side to take a better look. Were they... were they pink? Compared to his normal ivory skin, they looked flushed. Again, what the f^ck?

When you realised the same colour was creeping up to his neck from the collar of his school shirt, you wondered if you were hallucinating. Then, like it had been a trick of the light, it disappeared. He turned to you, finally looking you in the eyes. "What?" He tried to act nonchalant, but you saw through it. If you weren't so shocked you would have teased him.

You knew it! You had heard right! You had managed to do what even Teruhashi couldn't after months of effort. You had gotten the boy to say, "Oh, wow!" You were never going to forget this, mentally patting yourself on the back. You didn't care this time when your ears burnt as if they were on fire.

With one final rub to his hair, you retracted your hand. You wanted to say it. Right then and there. 'I like you. I've liked you since the moment we met, I don't know how it happened but I like you, you idiot.'

You stayed silent, swallowing your words, and biting your tongue. "Your hair is soft." Was all that you could muster. Saiki sighed, "Good grief. Now that you're done, we need to go. We're going to be late if we don't leave, Now." When he turned and started to speed walk, you shouted, "Wait up, Kusuo." Before following him.

The smile on your face didn't leave, not once.

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it’s the last thing you wanted (it’s the first thing I do)

summer sleepover masterlist

roy kent x gn!reader

summary : “we don’t have to talk, if you don’t want to. we can just sit here together until you feel up to anything else.” requested by anon.

an : I was waiting for a prompt tied to the locker room scene thank you anon 🙏🏼🙏🏼 I don’t copy the scene and just swap keeley for reader but it’s the same idea as that scene!!

it’s rotten work, not to me, you arse, not if it’s you

Roy goes down and doesn’t get back up, and you’re pretty sure it’s the scariest moment of your entire life. One of Keeley’s hands is death gripping your and Higgins is scarily still on the other side of you. No one knows what to say to you, and no one stops you as you stand from your seat in time with Roy, who finally stands on the pitch.

“I’ll be right back.”

It doesn’t need to be said that you probably won’t make it back to your seat, or that you’re 1000% going down to the changing rooms to find Roy, but Higgins and Keeley share a knowing look anyway when they let you leave.

The stairs throughout Nelson road have never felt so long and you’re sure this is the quickest you’ve ever gone down them. When you finally do make it to the backrooms of the dog track, all the corridors blur together and you feel like you’re here for the first time again. It feels like years before you reach the doors to the changing rooms and then time stands completely still; the walls stop moving, your hands stop shaking, and you can finally breathe again. Fuck, if you’re this bad, you wonder how Roy’s feeling on the other side of the door.

“Leave me alone.” Roy growled as you pushed open the door to the changing room. He’d pulled his jersey off and stuffed in the base of his locker. You wondered how much longer he’d have his name branded on the door, and unfortunately, you don’t think it’ll be very long at all. However, you can guarantee you’ll be wearing his name proudly across your back for the rest of your life. “Im serious, fuck off.” Roy’s lips tremble as you create less and less space between the two of you, his hands gripping the bench so tight that his knuckles were turning white. “Seriously, get the fuck away from me.”

Roy’s more bark then bite and you know that better then anyone. That’s why you know it’s okay for you to sit next to high, thigh pressed against Roy’s thigh, hand snaking up across his back, your fingers threading into his hair. He lets you guide his head to rest against your shoulder and he lets himself turn his head so his nose is pressed against your collar bone and now nothing else matters but you. For the first time since he hit the wet ground of the pitch, Roy feels like he can finally breathe.

“We don’t have to talk, if you don’t want to.” You whispered into Roy’s curls, keeping the soft and tender moment in the world you’d created by pulling Roy into your hold. “We can just sit here together until you feel up to anything else, yeah?”

For a long while, Roy doesn’t say anything, he just sits in your arms and takes deep breaths. Surely, the match is coming to a end when he finally does speak up, and even then it’s barely a whisper, something hidden amongst the muddy boots and unwashed training shirts. “You… I don’t expect you to stay with me after this.” The words have you frozen, your fingers stop scratching against Roy’s scalp and he pulls his head from your neck. “I know the other lads are… fitter, stronger, got careers ahead of them… all I’ve got is this stupid fucking knee, and all I’m saying is, I get if this means you don’t want me - don’t want to be with me - anymore.

“Roy.” You cooed, tears brimming your eyes as you gently grabbed his face between your hands, turning him to look at you. Roy could feel tears threatening to come to his own eyes when he saw the tears in yours, hurt and upset for him, but he swallowed them down, instead leaning into your touch and pressing a kiss against the inside of your wrist. “This doesn’t change anything for me. I love you for you, you fucking grump. Bad knee and all. You do know that right?” At Roy’s silence, you asked again. “Right?”

“Yeah, of course, it’s just…” Roy looks like even he doesn’t know how to phrase it, how to explain how he’d feeling in so few words that it’s digestible and doesn’t make you sad. You wish, especially in moments like this, he wouldn’t concern himself with everyone else’s feelings, just his own. “What if it’s hard? It’s no secret I’m getting older, but, what if I… what if I get cold? Cruel? All because I’m a sad sack of shit now that I can’t be ‘Roy Kent’ anymore.”

You thumb runs over the apple of Roy’s cheek and he preens into your touch like a cat to the sun. “It won’t be hard for me, not when it’s you, Roy. Never when it comes to you.” Roy meets your gaze and holds it, though only for a second as his eyes are quick to flicker down to your lips and notice how close you really have been to him this whole time. “I love you, even if it’s hard, and even if you’re not ‘Roy Kent’ anymore.”

Roy’s face scrunches in disproval at the teasing way you say his name, like it’s fake and some kind of joke that he’s not ‘Roy Kent’ anymore. Though he really feels that way, like a part of him has been robbed from him, you know he’s always going to be Roy fucking Kent, even if that doesn’t include anything football related.

The hands that have been holding Roy’s face, pull it closer to yours and allow you to connect your lips to his, something slow and soft and tender in a way unusual to what kissing Roy was most often like. He pulls away all to quickly for your liking, but the boys come bounding through the door a second later and you’re a little thankful he did. As Ted begins his post match speech, you stay curled into each-other, enjoying the closeness when it was clear you both needed it.

No one asked Roy about his knee, knowing that right now was way too soon, but if they had, he wouldn’t have minded. At least, not with you by his side to make it all better.

#beybaldes summer sleepover !!#ted lasso x reader #roy kent one shot #roy kent imagine #roy kent x reader

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penkura · 4 months

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Fever Dream [2/2]

Note: Hi! This is part 2 of the request from the lovely @xxchaosjojoxx for Penguin x Reader! :) I finally got it done, I really hope you guys will like it as much as the first part! It may have gotten away from me, sometimes I don't know how to stop myself and just add more parts, that's probably why the WCI chapter of 'knowing' was almost 8k words. :')

Oh well, again, hope you all enjoy!

Part 1 here!

Taglist:

@bby-deerling | @xxchaosjojoxx

Penguin doesn’t think anything is wrong the next day, not at first anyway. He’s finally over his fever with strict orders from Law to take it easy and let others help him out, which he promises to do with the threat of toilet cleaning duty over his head, the thought of asking you or Shachi more than anyone else, especially when he goes to greet you that morning before breakfast.

Only, you give him a wide-eyed look before shouting your own ‘good morning’ and quickly walking past him, saying you’re starving and want to get breakfast right away, when Ikkaku asks what’s wrong. When your best friend sees Penguin is the reason you’ve run to the kitchen faster than she’s ever seen, Ikkaku just smiles a bit, laughing slightly.

“Oh it’s you, Penguin. Morning, happy to see you’re better!”

“Ha, thanks, Ikkaku,” before she gets past him to kitchen, Penguin grabs her wrist to stop her, “Is [Y/N] okay…? She’s never run away from me before.”

“Mm,” nodding, Ikkaku keeps grinning like a devil before Penguin lets her wrist go and she pats him on the shoulder, “She’s doing great, thanks to you.”

Ikkaku doesn’t tell him anything else, not even when Penguin tilts his head in confusion and tries to ask what she means, she just continues on to the kitchen. He follows suit shortly after, catching your eye again and giving you a smile, but it falters when you look away quickly, turning to Jean Bart and asking him something. That’s not normal for you, anytime Penguin speaks to you or gives you a smile, you always reciprocate, you have from the very beginning. When you joined the Heart Pirates you seemed so nervous about everything, Penguin made it his job to help you get comfortable, he didn’t really expect to fall in love with you over that time. He seriously thought you felt the same, that he’d be able to ask you out soon and start courting you.

But now he has to wonder what he did to make you be like this around him. A few of your crewmates notice the difference, shaking their heads at Penguin or snickering over it, especially when you finish your breakfast and take off before he can stop you. It starts to frustrate him, to the point Penguin looks at everyone still around with a frown, though some of them don’t meet his eye (granted they can’t even see his eyes but still).

“…what the hell happened?”

+!+

You don’t stay around Penguin for very long that day, if you can help it. Law paired you both up briefly to wash the dishes, Penguin being surprised when you put your headphones on and ignore him this time. Whenever you do any task together, the two of you would have a blast, chatting or swapping jokes or book recommendations, time flying by and you both feeling like you’ve gotten closer. You’ve been a Heart Pirate for five years now, there’s still so much Penguin has to learn about you he feels like, but if you won’t even talk to him now, it feels like your growing relationship, still a friendship, is starting to backslide.

And he doesn’t know why. You were fine two days ago, what happened yesterday?

“Shachi…” Penguin’s whining pulls Shachi’s focus from his task of checking supplies, Law wanting one more run to the island before you all take off. He barely looks at his lifelong friend before going back to making notes on what the ship could use extra of, since the next potential stop is weeks away from the current one.

“What’s up, Pen?”

“[Y/N]’s been ignoring or running from me all day!”

“Oh yeah?” He snickers a bit, knowing exactly why, Ikkaku had told him and Shachi may have let it slip to a few people who knew how smitten you two were with each other. He really did hope this was the push you both needed to get your relationship going.

“I can’t figure out why, and everyone keeps shaking their heads at me! Did I do something??”

“…wait, you don’t remember?” Shachi stops writing to finally look at Penguin, who shakes his head with a pout.

“No! And if someone says that one more time, I’m going to—”

“Dude, you told her you love her.”

Penguin stops ranting and rambling when Shachi says that, his eyes widening as he barely manages to get a quiet ‘huh’ out before his friend nods.

“Ikkaku said that [Y/N] told her you thought she was Ikka, and were asking how to tell her that you love her—”

“I don’t—” Penguin feels his face turning red and starts to pull his hat down over his face.

“—and then you kissed her before passing out from your fever. That’s the basic gist of it, man.”

Shachi is somewhat amused seeing Penguin fully cover his face with his hat, a bright red blush showing through what’s visible. Twenty-eight and still nervous as hell when it came to romance, no matter how times he’s flirted with other women in the past, it stopped the second he met you when you joined them. It was like a flip switched in Penguin’s brain that told him ‘she’s the one!’ and he’s been enamored with you ever since.

Not like you didn’t feel the same, he’d heard it from Ikkaku constantly. She tells him everything about what you say regarding Penguin, how much you like him back and wish you could make a move but you didn’t want to ruin your friendship in the process. A fair reason, though if you’d only known sooner how in love Penguin was, you probably wouldn’t be running from him all day. Penguin probably wouldn’t be going through such mental anguish and feeling like he’s done a terrible thing by kissing you like that.

He keeps muttering about how that was so wrong, he messed up, you must hate him now. How could you not? He probably just stole your first kiss! And without even asking if he could kiss you! That wasn’t fair to you, he just feels awful about it.

Letting him have a few minutes, Shachi eventually pats Penguin on the shoulder, giving him a smile.

“You should go sit down and talk to her. You guys need to work this out, but I doubt she’s mad at you.”

“Shach—”

“She’s probably more embarrassed than anything, based on what Ikka told me. So just go give it your best shot, Pen.”

+!+

Law pairs you up again that day to work on the crew’s laundry, something that shouldn’t take long or cause Penguin enough stress to make his fever come back. The only thing really stressing him out is the fact you still haven’t really spoken to him, except when you tell him you’re taking clothes to their respective owners. The few times you leave to do so, he tries to hype himself up and convince himself to just talk to you, see if you’re mad or if you’re willing to work things out with him.

When you come back the last time, no headphones in sight, he feels like he has a chance.

“Captain wants me to help him with something, can you finish here?”

His shoulders slump and he’s about to say that he’ll be fine, but instead Penguin shakes his head.

“No, uh, I mean, yeah I can, but…can we talk?”

You bite your lip a bit, Penguin not looking at you, and you shake your head slightly.

“What’s there to talk about? You were sick, it wasn’t on purpose.”

“But what I did was wrong, even if it was because of my fever.”

The way he sounds when he speaks almost sets you off, you almost start telling him that no it wasn’t a big deal, you have the same feelings for him. You were just shocked he returned them! Okay maybe a little embarrassed still, but that was all on you, he’s the first person you’ve ever kissed, you don’t know how to handle it yet.

“I,” you want to tell Penguin he really didn’t do anything wrong, but even though you can’t see his eyes for that hat, you feel like he’s giving you puppy dog eyes and you’re going to absolutely break down and try to kiss him if this keeps up, “I need to go!”

“No, wait, please!!” Penguin grabs your arm, nearly begging you to stay, “I…I’m sorry for kissing you! But I…I love you! So please…stop running away from me.”

You’re both silent for several minutes, you still don’t look at Penguin and it makes him so much more anxious. He needed to apologize, right? That would fix it, it would fix everything. He was delusional and didn’t think that fever dream was reality, he made a mistake and kissed you without permission or knowing he was even doing it. He felt so bad about it, that’s not how it should’ve gone!

“This wasn’t…how I wanted to tell you…”

“…how did you want to tell me?”

“I…I wanted to take you on a date,” he quietly speaks, while you turn around and watch him, Penguin doesn’t lift his head to look at you, “I was going to take you out yesterday but, well, you know…”

“Yeah, I know,” the laugh you give when you respond makes Penguin finally look back to you, he’s almost shocked to see the blush on your face as you slip your hand into his and lace your fingers together, “I would’ve said yes, if you asked.”

“…yeah?”

Nodding, you let Penguin pull you closer to himself, slipping his other arm around your shoulders in a hug that you return. He’s honestly glad to hear that you’d agree to a date with him, finally deciding to ask you today.

“So…will you go out with me tomorrow? Before we leave the island.”

“I’d like nothing more, Penguin.”

“And,” he takes a breath and sets his forehead against your own, giving you a better look at his pretty blue eyes and the blush across his own face while you smile, “Can I kiss you…for real this time?”

You giggle a but and nod, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

“To your heart’s content.”

You’ll probably have to talk about things more later, but the grin Penguin gives you before properly kissing you makes you forget about anything else you wanted to say.

At least until Law comes looking for you and has to break you apart before you two take things too far, deciding that he’s not going to be pairing you up for tasks again anytime soon. You and Penguin making out isn’t what he meant by taking it easy.

#one piece x reader #reader insert #penguin x reader #op penguin x reader #fem!reader

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lizzieislife94x · 8 months

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Shes Ours (w.m)

Requested <3

Don't be fooled by the title haha she's ours means wanda/scarlet witch hahasorry 😅

Requests are open babes 😘 I have a feeling this is gonna be a long one Idon't know if this can be classed as a little dark maybe but all the same enjoy Set right after Westview

Wandas POV:

I fly off into the sky as I take one look back at the place that I could have called home westview I decided to head back to new York to lay low.

I've been here for a week and everytime I close my eyes I dream of the man i once loved and place I called home for a short period of time I can't stay here I need to get out of this place I head towards LA once I finally get there later that night I head to a cute little hotel as I walk in sluggishly hood over my head as I wait by the reception after a few minutes the most beautiful woman I've ever seen walks out with a huge smile on her face "hey my names y/n how can I help you is it a room for one or are you waiting on someone" her voice is perfect I clear my throat and smile alittle for the first time in whlie "yeah just a room for one please" she does her thing on the computer before grabbing a key card and swiping it "here you go ma'am hope you enjoy your stay we do have a bar right through there its open till 3am" she smiles handing me the card I can't help but stare at here she has me feeling stuff I've never felt before I take the key and head straight to the bar to find it empty I look around a little confused looking for the bartender "um hey is anyone serving" I say out loud before I know it the girl from reception comes running in a little clumsy making me giggle "I'm so sorry I had to deal with someone booking a room but what can I get you" she says a little out of breath making me feel things "make her ours" I hear echoing in my head I ignore it and order a white wine as we start to chat after an hour we've done nothing but laugh and get to know eachother "so y/n how old are you" I say as I take a sip of my drink as she leans on the counter getting closer to me "I'm 28 wanda how about you cutie how old are you" omg she's definitely flirting "make her ours" I intenerly yell "stop it" I quickly return my attention to y/n "I'm 29" I say sweetly as I smile at her "you know what y/n youre really fucking sexy" I say with a smirk as she bites her lip "thank you so are you wanda" we spend another few hours talking before I decided to head upstairs.

The next day a wake up and groan as the lights hit my eyes I get up and go shower and get ready and head downstairs to get food fuck I hope y/ns here I make my way downstairs and I'm instantly greeted with a smiling y/n "morning sunshine" she greets as I blush a little "hey I was hoping you'd be here I was wondering if you wanted to come on a date with me this Friday" I say confidently as she blushes "oh my god yes and I have Friday off" I smile as we swap info before I check out I make quick work of getting a beautiful apartment set up having powers is a blessing sometimes makes something like getting an apartment sorted in a few hours possible I quickly settle in and smile god why does she have me smiling like this "because she's perfect and she's ours" I shake my head "yeah she is but she isn't ours she only agreed to a date" I say to my other self.

Friday

I'm in the middle of making brownies as my phones dings

Mine😈: Hey are we still on for tonight?x

I smile and reply quickly

Me:Yeah definitely I'll pick you up at 8 sweetheart 😘

I put my phone down and go about my day before it's time to shower and get ready before I know it it's 7:45pm and I'm sitting in my car outside her house, she comes rushing out and I can't keep my eyes off her the dress she's wearing is so short and tight fuck "hey gorgeous" I say as she gets in with a huge grin "hey wanda" she says as I lean forward kissing her cheek.

2 weeks later

I'm currently hanging with y/n watching some movie she wanted to I think it's finally time to ask her to be my girlfriend "so uh y/n can I ask you something" I say as she turns to me cupping my cheek "of course" I smile and lean into her touch "I was wondering if you wanted to be my girlfriend" she smiles wide as she jumps into my lap crashing our lips together "yes yes yes a thousand times yess" she says between kisses causing me to smile pulling her closer.

14 months later

I've been dating y/n for a little over a year and its been amazing everytime I look at her I just wanna make her mine forever I feel her slowly waking up snapping me out of my thoughts "mmh morning baby" she says in her perfect sleepy voice I lean down and kiss her head "morning princess sleep well?" She cuddles up to me "mmh perfect with you beside me" we spent an hour laying in bed cuddling before heading down to make breakfast my eyes glued to her pantie covered ass fuck I can't wait till the day I get to take her completely we've not had sex yet but I'm happy waiting for her but fuck me im gonna rock her world "babyyyyyy" I'm snapped out my thoughts by a giggling y/n "bacon and eggs ok for you baby" I smile and nod as she cooks us breakfast it's her day off so we get to hang out all day which I love.

"OK so next movie is finding nemo" she says excitedly I smirk at her and lay on the couch "I just ordered pizza babe" I say with a smile "fuck I gotta pee" I say jumping up running up to the bathroom once I lock the door the scarlet witch comes crashing in my head "make her ours claim her mark her as ours" I shake my head "she doesn't belong to anyone" I hear her laughing at me "she is and will always be ours claim her imagine her screaming your name or filling her and making a baby in that perfect little tummy" I bite my lip as her words sink in "claim her take her for us" my mind wanders as I start to picture her with a bump carrying my baby a moan leaves my lips as I smirk something snapping inside me I quickly head back downstairs "hey baby you ok" her sweet voice says as I get back on the couch "I'm good honey" we spend the next hour watching the movie my mind thinking of her naked and spread screaming my name then carrying my baby I can't contain myself anymore so I rest my hand higher on her thigh moving closer to her pussy as I feel her breathing increase "w..what are you doing" she says I get up and pin her to the couch as my hands roam her body my lips crushing her lips I feel her moan into my mouth as I groap her tits something taking over completely "fuck" she moans letting me know she likes it she stares into my eyes lust consuming her "what do you want wanda" she pants as my hands rub her thighs "I want you y/n I want to make you mine claim you forever I want to make you scream my name as you forget yours" I say honestly as she starts to rip my clothes off making me giggle I follow her lead taking her clothes off in the matter of seconds we're both naked I lay her down and kiss my way to her stomach sucking and biting everywhere marking her as she moans "wa..wanda I.. I've never done it before" I smirk and bite her stomach as I look up at her "don't you worry I'll take full control my sweet girl" I groan as I spread her legs kissing my way to her cunt "fuck baby" she squirms as my lips ghost over her clit I groan at her scent as I take a deep breath I quickly wrap my lips around her clit and suck gently suddenly I feel my other half trying to break through before I know it she'stook over.

Scarlet Witch POV:

I suck her clit harder lust consuming me as I slowly start to push my fingers inside her I hear her hiss and i smirk letting her clit go "the pain will pass in a minute my sweet girl just relax" I start to thrust my fingers faster as loud moans slip from her lips I feel her walls squeeze my fingers as I rubher clit "let go my precious girl" I moan as my accent slips out after a few thrusts I feel her juices soaking my hand "mhhh such a good girl baby my good girl" I quickly flick my wrists as a dick appears on my waist I smirk and flip her over as my hands roam her back and ass I spread her legs as I guid the dick inside her and moan surprised at the feeling it feels so real I bite my lip as I watch my dick stretching her cunt open "fuck baby such a good girl for me taking my dick so well princess fuck I wish you could see the way my dick is stretching your cunt" she moans drooling all over the couch she starts to push back into my dick taking over the thrusts I lean back and moan watching her sink on my dick I grip her hips as I take over the thrusts slamming deeper and harder inside her "gonna fill that pretty little cunt princess make you mine forever" I feel the orgasm approach as I continue to pound into her loud screams leaving her lips "mmmh such a little cock slut" she whimpers and turns to look at me "on...only for you I'm yours baby" as those words leave her mouth I can't help but explode deep inside her I feel the cum spilling from my dick and filling her as I continue slowly thrusting as imagines of her pregnant cloud my mind.

Y/ns POV:

I wake up in the morning my body a little sore but suddenly smile as I see wanda naked with her arms over my stomach "I'm all yours" I whisperas I gently kiss her head before I know what happens there's a hologram like version of wanda but she looks powerful I'm so confused "y/n it's OK im the scarlet witch im the other half of wanda I'm not going to hurt you I would never hurt what's ours I just need to explain last night I took over when lust consumed both me and wanda and I feel terrible none of us want to hurt you and I feel I might have been to rough" I can't help but smile and look between them both "you didn't I'm OK I loved it and I love wanda which means I love you" she smiles at me and I feel my heart melt "that's what I'm trying to say since we met you something changed we knew you where our soul mate" as the words leave her mouth she disappeared as wanda starts to wake up "mmmmh morning my beautiful baby" she says pulling me on top of her naked body I smile and kiss her "I know the scarlet witch took over she explained it to me" I say while kissing her lips as she looks into my eyes both us smiling.

we spent the day in bed enjoying every inch of eachother.

1 month later

I wake up feeling horrible again I've been sick for 2 weeks now and my period is late I picked a test up last night at the store just incase I sluggishly walk into the bathroom as I grab the test and pee on it I set it aside and clean myself as I get up and wash my face after a few minutes I look at the test in shock it's positive suddenly I feel over come with joy fuck how am I going to tell wanda will she hate me will she leave me oh god I call my friend and ask her to make me a baby grow that says congratulations you're going to be a mommy along with a cute little Teddy, later that day she brings them over gift wrapped and i hug her tight "thank you so much jules you're a life saver" we catch up for a bit before she has to leave I check my phone and see its almost 7pm meaning wanda is on her way I feel my palms sweating as the door closes "uh wanda can you come here please" she comes in with a smile and kisses me "hey beautiful" I take a deep breath and hold her hand as I grab the gift bags and hand her them "what's this beautiful" I feel my nerves take over "just open it please" after what feels like forever I hear her gasp as she looks at me tears in her eyes "your pregnant baby?" I look at her and feel my own tears as we both cry with joy and hold eachother tight.

10 years later

Y/ns POV:

I've been married to wands for 6 years now and together for 10 amazing years she has my heart I love waking up to her every morning I'm snapped out of my thoughts by the pitter patter of tiny feet running into our room followed by giggles "mama! Mommy!" Our 3 youngest yell jumping on the bed ontop of wanda waking her up our oldest comes in shortly after with a smile on her face she looks so much like her mama "morning babies" I say as they all climb into bed with us this right here is my whole world and i wouldnt change a thing.

AN: ok I know this isn't that great but I tried there was so much info I had to try and fit in for the request so if it feels rushed I'm sorry I apologise but I tried I also had to cram it down to under 3k words I didn't want it to be super long please don't hate me haha but I will have the last request posted in a few hours and hopefully will be a little better stay hydrated babes drink water!

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penna-nomen · 5 months

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Instead of fake dating, everyone is convinced that you aren’t actually dating

This one sounds hilarious lol.

Thanks for this request @ascreamintothevoid-blog! It was fun. I went with White Collar again, featuring Jones, with a little handwaving over actual case procedures...

No One Believes We’re Dating

FBI Agent Clinton Jones is about to leave the prosecuting attorney’s office, when she says, “One more thing.”

Jones nods. “Sure, what is it?”

“I’m getting a vibe.” Helena Beauchamp holds his gaze. “I can’t act on it, not when we’re working this case together. But when that’s over…” She shrugs. “Well, if we’re both still single, I’d be interested.”

“Yeah,” Jones says. “I’d be interested, too.”

But this is the culmination of the biggest, most complex case he’s ever led, and now that it’s going to trial, it’s likely to be months – maybe even a year – of needing their relationship to be strictly business.

It’s a pleasant surprise a few weeks later when the defendant agrees to a plea deal. When the bad guy goes to jail, Jones takes Helena out to dinner to celebrate. She was right about the vibe. They keep dating.

And he mentions it sometimes at work. He tells the team he’s meeting Helena for lunch or dinner. His colleagues at the Bureau nod and say, “Nice!”

Later he drops comments about taking a weekend trip together. About meeting her sister. About taking her to meet his parents. And his colleagues nod and grin and congratulate him.

Then one day, at the end of a team briefing, Peter Burke says, “One more thing.”

Everyone waits, wondering what’s up, because the boss sounds very serious.

“Over the last eight months, we’ve been joking about the time Agent Jones is spending with prosecuting attorney Beauchamp on the Castleman case. I know it’s funny when we describe the time they consult on the case as if they’re dating, and the meeting-the-parents comment last week had us all cracking up, but I’m worried we’re crossing a line. We shouldn’t be joking about something that’s deeply against the rules.” Peter looks at his team, meeting each person’s eyes. “That’s it.”

Jones is so shocked that he doesn’t say anything. He just stands up as everyone starts to head back to their desks. “Peter…” he says. “I… I wasn’t…”

Peter pats his shoulder. “It’s okay. I know you would never do something so blatantly against the rules. I should have put a stop to the jokes earlier, it’s just… Well, you’re so very serious that it was good to see you kidding around with the team.” And then Peter walks away before Jones can respond.

He knows he told Peter that the Castleman case was closed. He put it in his weekly report ages ago. And while the boss is often busy and distracted, he doesn’t miss details like that.

Jones walks to his desk, but he doesn’t sit down. Instead, he looks around the room. All of these people really thought his comments about dating Helena were just… just… committing to the bit?

He notices that Neal Caffrey looks a bit sheepish. Jones strides over to his desk. “Caffrey. You have something you want to tell me?”

Their consultant nods, and they head to a conference room away from the rest of the team.

“Start talking,” Jones orders as he closes the door.

It’s Caffrey, so of course it’s long and convoluted. Something about the evidence in the Castleman case including a forgery. Specifically, an item Neal had forged before he’d started working for the FBI. As long as the case remains open, the evidence remains in custody, and Neal has access to swap it out with the original before anyone notices. Anyone like, say, Neal’s girlfriend who works for the company that insures the item.

“It’s taken you eight months?” Jones asks.

“Oh, no,” Neal assures him. “It only took a couple of weeks.”

“Then why didn’t you let the case close?”

“Well, firstly, it’s much easier to remove something from your status report than it is to add something in. But more importantly…” And here Neal pauses to flash his infamous smile. “The bit about you dating Helena was just too fun.”

“It wasn’t a bit!” Jones protests. “We’re going shopping for engagement rings this weekend.”

“Congratulations!” Neal says, his voice full of the earnestness he learned as a con artist. “Imagine how surprised everyone’s going to be when they get the wedding invitations. It’s going to be epic!”

And maybe being in love has softened Jones a bit. Because instead of yelling at Neal, he simply laughs. “Yeah, that is going to be epic.”

#white collar #fanfic #clinton jones #reverse tropes

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Matchmaker Matchmakers 🎄🎄

Request from @jbuckybarnesfan

"I was just wondering if you're still taking requests, could you do one where Bucky & reader have a crush on each other, neither one will do anything for fear of getting hurt/rejected & it takes Steve, Sam, Natasha, & Wanda to do a WHOLE LOT of match making?!?!?!?! Thanks!! "

Pairing: Avenger Bucky Barnes x Avenger Reader

Summary: You have been in love with Bucky, he loves you right back but neither of you want to make a move, Tony & the gang aren't as willing to wait as long as you two though.

Word Count: 6.5k

Warnings: Fluff, evil masterminding, Bucky with a boner, swearing, angst.

Graphics: @firefly-graphics

A/N: Thank you so much for the request, I loved writing it & always love a fluffy Bucky & at this time of year it had to be Christmas themed. Chapter 4 of Your Love Gets Sweeter Everyday will be up on Saturday FYI.

Anything small & italic is a flashback to the meddling.

Life in the Avengers tower was finally calming down for the Christmas break, it always surprised you that world ending threats typically had a shut down period allowing you some time off, kind of considerate if you think about it. Your fellow team members were your family, you were all each other had so typically your festive period would be spent in New York, surrounded by Tony’s ostentatious decorations, ridiculous parties & most importantly the love of your life Bucky Barnes.

Except he didn’t know he was the love of your life, you had been pining for him for years, he was an absolute flirt with you at times, especially when he had some of Thor’s Asgardian ale, so you forever got your hopes up just to have them dashed each time. It hurt & would inevitably lead to an intervention from Natasha & Wanda, they would beg you to make the move, put yourself out there for him to take but you couldn’t face the idea of rejection & ruining a great friendship you had built.

Your lazy morning lounging around the living area had been rudely interrupted by a far too perky Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson after their 10 mile run in the freezing cold, you had practically become one with Bucky on the sofa trying to steal some of his body heat having refused to put more appropriate clothing on, your cotton pj shorts & hoodie were too comfy to swap so you just attached yourself to him as you watched TV.

Slowly the other team members filtered in to join you, all rolling their eyes seeing their desperately in love friends snuggling on the sofa living in denial that the other felt the same, suffering through the sickeningly sweet way you would treat each other, Tony was constantly on the brink of just shouting it out loud for you both to hear, admit your feelings & stop this charade.

After a vomit inducing tickle fight during the commercial break with you constantly telling him you were too cold Bucky threw you over his shoulder & declared that you could watch the movie together in bed where it was warm, leaving the other Avengers shaking their heads at the pair of you yet again ditching them to be alone.

When the coast was clear Tony let out a big sigh pinching the bridge of his nose, ‘ok I’m just going to say the thing I shouldn’t say.’

‘Tony’ Steve warned, sensing he was about to say something reckless involving his best friend & the girl he was hopelessly in love with.

‘No Capsical, anyone else absolutely sick of them tip toeing around each other?’

‘Absolutely yes, I swear if he flirts with her one more time & wimps out of asking her out I’m going to the press to tell them in detail what a pussy the winter solider is.’ Wanda declared.

‘Well, the bet we had going was only fun for the 1st year & seen as everyone timed out, I think it’s about time we do some meddling to get those idiots together.’

‘They’ll get together when they’re ready Stark.’ Steve was ever the optimist which frustrated Tony no end sometimes, he was sure Bucky would eventually confess how he felt, with what he had been through it was totally understandable to be hesitant & he didn’t want to push his best friend too much.

‘No Rogers, they’re wasting time & they will regret the chances missed if they’re not careful.’

‘So how do we play this?’ Natasha was all in, she was the one that had to deal with you moping around when you got down about being in love with someone who you didn’t think felt the same, so if a bit of matchmaking got you everything you had ever wanted she was ready to meddle.

Tony drummed his fingers on his chin like he didn’t already have a plan in place, ‘I’m betting tin man is the jealous type?’.

Sam nodded, ‘Bingo, he once threatened me once because I helped her get a mug down from a shelf instead of him.’

‘Wow, ok jealously we can do, anything else?’

‘They need to be alone; we disturb them all the time & he hates it, that’s why he just runs off with her.’ Everyone looked at Wanda puzzled as to why Bucky would share that information with her. ‘What? He has very loud thoughts sometimes.’

‘Ok ok, my brain is concocting some things, keep going.’

You felt sick, dread, a tidal wave of unease at the situation you found yourself in, singles night at the tower was apparently a genius idea by the not so single Tony Stark, agents & avengers paddling in the dating pool with each other, that meant you were being forced to socialise with people’s who’s names you definitely forgot & worse still Bucky would be inundated with pretty women throwing themselves at him & you would have to sit & watch.

Tony had declared himself the host, allegedly come up with an indisputable personality algorithm that would match you with people on your frequency & then the compatible pairs have 10 minute dates, all whilst enjoying the finest Christmas cocktails & festive music. The idea that the Avengers sat down & the agents were the ones being herded around gave you a major ick & you tried to get out of it several times from the moment of inception but here you were, sat down waiting for the 1st round hoping it would be over & done with sooner than later.

‘How to get tin man jealous in one simple step, well several & lots of planning by yours truly. Gather round children & listen to a genius at work.’

Nat couldn’t help an eyeroll, ‘So modest.’

‘I know, tis the season of goodwill so how about a little gathering & I host a Love Train speed dating night, I’ll send round some personality tests & match avengers with agents after passing this with HR so we’re not violating anything of course.’

‘How is setting them up with other people going to bring them together Mr Stark?’ Tony clutched his chest & scrunched his face at the naivety of the young Avenger.

‘Oh Peter my dear child, we don’t pair them with their actual matches, we pick the worst ones so they have a miserable time & instead of one guy, Barnes can freak out over the fact he has 10 people to compete with. Whaddya say kids, who’s up for some flirting with a martini for true love?’

‘I told you I’m not getting involved Tony.’ Steve’s blank expression hadn’t changed at the ridiculous suggestion from the so called genius.

‘How about I invite that brunette you ogle at every training exercise Rogers, Lorenza is it?’ His raised eyebrows irritated the Super Solider no end, but he wasn’t about to turn down that invitation.

‘Fine I’ll participate in the dates but that’s it. I don’t want the blame when this all blows up on your face.’

‘It won’t, who knows if she’ll even get to the 2nd date. He’ll probably just throw her over his shoulder & march off with her.’

Steve pondered the thought for a moment crossing his arms over his chest, ‘Well don’t come crying to me when he does & still doesn’t say anything to her.’

Well Phil or was it Paul? No Phil was fine, a bit plain & boring, it made you think that this was your ‘frequency’ the way Tony kept bigging up his personality test bullshit, hold up, were you boring? No, no, it must have been a glitch, was he 6ft, broad, dark haired & blue eyed? No, so therefore wasn’t your type, he didn’t stare once not even a glare, ugh, so once he had left the table you added a cross to his box. Next.

By round 5 you started to believe you must be the worst person in the world, you & Bucky had spent the night exchanging looks, silently communicating the absolute torture of the night, everyone else looked like they were having a blast typically. You quickly downed your drink ready for the next guy, hoping to God this one could hold a conversation, so you didn’t have to do all the work, 10 minutes was a surprisingly long time.

‘That bad darlin’?’

You looked up at the man sat directly in front of you, of course you hadn’t heard him sit down, he moved like a ghost sometimes, your face lit up & for the first time that night you smiled.

‘Bucky, what are you doing?’

‘Looks like I’m number 6 on your list.’ He made a show out of crossing out whoever was on his list & replacing it with your name & gestured you to do the same as you giggled at how silly he was being. Of course that 10 minutes flew by, you were lost in each other talking about the usual nonsense you always did & when the inevitable bell sounded your shoulders hunched & you stuck your lip out in protest, before you knew it a vibranium thumb was releasing your pout & you were stuck in his gaze wanting him to lean in, to just sweep you off your feet & not have to endure anymore of this nonsense.

A not-so-subtle cough from suitor number 7 sounded next to you & you gave him a scowl even the Winter Solider would have been proud of, Bucky released your face & stood up, squaring up to the agent who cowered under the intense scrutiny the solider studied him with.

Bucky leant down to your ear, ‘Say the word Doll & I’ll throw you over my shoulder & we can get out of here.’

You giggled shaking your head whispering back ‘it would be rude, come get me after number 10.’

‘I’ll be counting down the minutes flower.’

He gave you a quick kiss on the cheek & headed back to his table where Becki from the sniper team was sitting, ugh they had things in common, damn algorithm.

The night finally wrapped up when Tony gathered the team, in typical Bucky fashion he had scooped you up on the final bell, you had barely finished the cross next to the absolute misogynist you had just endured 10 minutes with before he picked you up from your chair, he deposited the forms with the smug host & took you for some one-on-one time.

‘Great work team, that was a complete success.’ Tony brushed his hands off like everything was taken care of, Nat, Thor & Sam weren’t seeing things quite in the same light.

‘They were constantly staring at each other, ignoring their dates & then Bucky threatened one of her matches & took his place’, Steve boasted knowing this plan wouldn’t work.

‘Hmm & I so happen to know that they only ticked each other, no one else.’ He wafted the score cards in the air for effect. ‘I swear to god these two are going to give me an aneurism with how sweet they are on each other.’

‘So, it was a complete fail.’ Sam added.

‘Absolutely not, I’m percolating & concocting as I speak.’ He wiggled his eye brows as the next stage of getting you both together came to him, ‘All’s fair & love & war, right?’

The next morning you walked into the kitchen noticing a few of your friends were attempting to soothe a hangover, you felt fresh as a daisy with Bucky cutting your night short, you ended up walking around the grounds of the compound together sharing stories of the evening, particularly getting caught up with Steve’s interest in one of the agents who seemed equally infatuated with him.

‘Hear ye hear ye, the results are in of the Avengers love train singles night, the numbers have been counted & verified & ladies, gentlemen, Super Soldiers & Gods we have a winner.’

You could see Nat wince at how boisterous & loud he was being, you threw him a bone though & took the bait, ‘How is there a winner?’

‘There’s always a winner dear child & you girl are IT. You officially got the most numbers hot stuff, enjoy your gift card to the Olive Garden for being the most prestigious bachelorette in the building.’

‘Eww please don’t call me hot stuff … & seriously, more than Nat?’

Bucky’s jaw felt like it was going to crumble he was clenching his teeth so intensely, Steve tried to offer a sympathetic smile to his old friend, but it didn’t stop Bucky’s pulse from racing, his stomach bile from rising & the potential bottom lip from trembling at the thought of him losing you to some random agent.

‘And don’t think I didn’t see you two getting your 10 minutes in, that one was null & void.’

He threw the envelope of the potential suitors to you along with the gift card, you leant over to your super soldier wiggling the gift card & whispered ‘Fancy dinner on Tony?’

‘I heard that.’

‘I meant you to.’

Without hesitation he threw you over his shoulder & marched you out the room so you could get ready for dinner.

‘Well, that was another utter failure & why is he always carrying her places?’ Scott was now officially Team Iron man in getting you two together, his plan for a love heist had been benched for now after Tony heard his pitch & tried not to laugh at how ridiculous it was. Shrinking yourself down & acting as a devil on the shoulder constantly telling him to ‘kiss the girl’ was not a heist, it was a scene directly out of The Little Mermaid.

‘Did you not see him? An absolute success. That will fester I guarantee it.’ Tony sat drumming his fingers against themselves like some sort of stereotypical evil mastermind. ’On to part two of my plan.’

You couldn’t believe it, a week before Christmas & you were assigned a mission, a mission in the freezing cold tundra, a dead end & a never ending search for a safe house. Thankfully you were paired with Bucky, his survival skills made up for your lack of wilderness exploring experience, you were trying not to moan too much, but you were so fucking cold, your skin stung like it was being repeatedly stabbed with needles & the boredom had kicked in miles ago, you were on the verge of doing a slut drop into the fresh powdery snow for some entertainment.

‘Bucky I’m so booorrrreddd.’ You whined.

‘Not far Doll I promise, then we can get you warm.’

‘How far? & hold up, how did you know I’m cold.’

‘A couple of miles, & I’m cold so I figured Miss ‘I’m freezing’ stood in a desert must be a solid ice block by now.’ He chuckled at the memory & how much he appreciated your cold body pressing against his in the middle of a sand dune.

‘The wind was chillyyyy.’ You wined; they wouldn’t ever let that go.

‘Only to you Darlin’. What can I do to make you unbored?’

‘Dunno, can’t play I spy, hmmm how about we talk. Done all your Christmas shopping?’

‘Almost, one left to get. You?’

‘Yes. I do mine all through the year, I see something & think hmm that’s something Bucky would want & I buy it.’ You seemed to find a lot more things for him though so your backlog of gifts for him sat in your closet, wrapped & waiting for any occasion to give him one. He always laughed when you celebrated even the most miniscule achievement, ‘you didn’t threaten Sam today, here’s a gift.’, ‘Oh you smiled at a pedestrian instead of scowling, here’s a gift.’.

‘But what about the secret Santa?’

‘I prepare in advance & have a list of what I would get everyone, then once I know the name I go get it.’

‘Who’d ya get?’

‘Not telling you.’ You shook your head & crossed your arms defiantly, he may have been a trained assassin, but you could outsmart his interrogation if you needed to.

‘Come onnnn.’

‘No, it’s secret Santa, not tell your bestie Santa.’

‘Hmmm, I’ll get it out of ya before we get back to New York darlin’.’

‘Good luck.’

‘Speaking of which, did you get any luck from the singles night?’

You wondered why he had asked it, you never mentioned dating to each other, you wanted to keep your head buried in the sand regarding his love life & you figured he didn’t really care about yours or lack thereof. Tony had given your number to a select few agents who scored the highest with you & you had been texting them which was a nice distraction from your pining for the 6ft Super Solider currently acting as your windbreaker against the frigid air but there was nothing to it, you wouldn’t ever see them outside of work.

‘Well, as you know I was the champion.’

‘Of course you were.’ He practically sighed out the sentence.

‘Well I’ve been texting a couple of the matches, Toni gave my number to the ones that seemed semi-normal.’

‘Oh.’

He regretted asking the second it left his lips, but he’d been losing sleep since Tony gave you the envelope, wondering if he lost his chance, but when Tony specifically mentioned that his date with you was null & void he had hoped you’d put a tick next to his name. He wanted to throw up because now he got his answer, you weren’t interested, never would be, he knew it, Steve almost convinced him you were into him but why would someone with as much going for them as you choose a 106 year old broken ex-brainwashed assassin.

The cabin was finally within touching distant, Bucky had been pretty silent after he picked up the pace, you tried pulling some kind of conversation out of him, but he wasn’t being very forthcoming, so you decided to conserve your energy & just focus on getting to the safe house.

Your feet were numb, your fingers were hurting from being so cold, you were chilled to the bone & your teeth uncontrollably chattering. Bucky was constantly checking over his shoulder on you, he knew he had to get you some shelter & warmth, he was trying not to get mad at you, he had absolutely no reason to, but it hurt & right now being alone with you would be too much, to have everything he wanted be so close, but always out of reach felt cruel. Why did he have to ask? He was looking forward to having some one-on-one time with you, he always got so annoyed when the others insisting on crashing your movie nights or when you made him dinner after missions away, he would always end up just picking you up & running off with you to have you to himself.

Your limbs felt like lead when you stumbled up the stairs & they quickly gave way underneath you & you braced yourself ready to hit the deck only to be caught by a warm pair of Super Solider arms.

‘Fuck, you’re blue darlin’, why didn’t you tell me you were this cold?’

Bucky was desperate to open the cabin, he stopped short of kicking the door in when the latch finally gave way, he didn’t know how the fuck the technology worked in the place to put the heating on, but he could start a fire. He sat you on the dust covered sofa & quickly stripped off his jacket wrapping it around you, holding your frozen fingers to his mouth & blowing firmly on them to heat you up.

‘You stay here, I’m going to see if there’s any blankets in the bedrooms that I can grab for you.’

You nodded, teeth still chattering as you struggled to speak as Bucky darted in & out behind doors, he finally found the bedroom.

‘You’ve got to be fucking kiddin’ me.’

One bed.

‘Honestly, I should be an evil mastermind, I don’t know how I think these things up I really don’t, quick someone go & get Alpine, so I can pet him & go through part two.’

‘Just get on with it T.’ Bruce pleaded at this point, he had no idea why he was getting involved in all this, like Steve he thought you guys would get together in your own time.

‘So the jealousy is taken care of, that will eat away at Barnes, so how about we sort out some alone time? I’m thinking abandoned hydra base with some critical intel planted in the computer, log cabin safe house, a short trek through a snowy ravine. Oh, maybe when they arrive there’s no heat & they have to warm each other up.’

‘You’re not turning the heating off if there’s snow on the ground Tony.’

‘A bit of mild hypothermia won’t kill them Cap.’

‘Absolutely not Tony, Buck will be fine, she will not.’ Steve very firmly stated resulting nothing but an eye roll from the eccentric billionaire.

‘I swore Bucky took her to burning man once & she wore a coat. Keeping her in the freezing cold intentionally would be like torture.’ Sam warned, yes, he wanted you both together, but Tony’s plans were getting out of control.

‘That’s kinda my point, she’ll be freezing & he’ll be the human hot water bottle needed to warm her up. Oh & guess what, there’s only one bed.’

Nat shook her head grimacing at how Tony’s mind worked, ‘You’ve been reading too many romance novels.’

‘Absolute classic trope & yes, I enjoy fingering through Ms Potts bedtime novels on occasion.’

Sam looked horrified, ‘Eww come on dude.’

‘It’s true, look, what is Bucky an expert in? … apart from scowling? Surviving. I’m pretty sure he spent 50 years in Russia, so he knows how to efficiently heat someone up.’ He wiggled his eyes at Natasha knowing she also obtained these crucial survival skills during her time as a black widow.

‘Oh god Tony, no, she will be mortified.’ As the red head shook her head once more Tony was nodding enthusiastically with a smug grin on his face.

Looking completely lost in what was being implied Scott perked up ‘What, what did I miss?’

Nat sighed, hoping you didn’t have to resort to this if Tony had the gall to set you up, ‘The quickest way to heat someone up safely is skin to skin contact so they’ll have to strip down & cuddle up against each other mostly naked.’

‘Hey presto, there’s a hot rod waiting for entry. Nat, you’re in charge of packing her most scandalous underwear.’

‘That’s it, too far.’ Steve stormed out.

Tony rolled his eyes at the Super Soldier’s dramatics, ‘Such a prude. She’ll thank me when she’s hanging off the grumpy guys arm.’

‘I’m so glad you said arm.’

Bucky had been frantically searching for any kind of heat source to help heat you up, the fire he had started was just beginning to take hold, but you were still ice cold & lethargic.

‘Not long til we get you warm darlin’, Just think of the time I bundled ya in 4 duvets wrapped up like a little burrito & Alpine was ticklin’ ya feet.’ He rubbed his hands up & down your arms trying to generate some friction as you managed a smile at the memory.

‘K.’ You could feel yourself shutting down, everything was numb, but it was like your brain was working in slow motion.

Bucky suddenly appeared in your vision, ‘Sweetheart you’re going to have to get close to me, so my body heat will help regulate your temperature.’

You nodded holding out your arms, ‘k’.

‘No darlin, really close. I mean skin on skin, we’re both going to have to strip down & lay in front of the fire to get you warm as soon as possible.’

Bucky could see you slowly processing what he meant, you were trying to wrap your head around the idea of seeing Bucky practically naked & for him to see you, thank the Gods for Natasha insisting you pack nice underwear just in case anything happened & you needed cutting out your suit. That woman thought of every eventuality known to man.

Your fingers were trembling as you attempted to unzip your coat, he could see you struggling, ‘here let me sweetheart.’ Bucky let out breath, when he imagined stripping you of your clothes it was always under different circumstances, in one swift motion he unzipped you & began to remove your clothes making sure to keep his eyes on your face.

He worked quickly to strip himself & put down some cushions in front of the fire, before removing the last of your layers, he manoeuvred you to the makeshift bed careful to not look, stubbing his toe in the process. You giggled at how respectful he was being, you can’t say you hadn’t had a cheeky glance at him, you couldn’t be blamed with him being all muscle & vibranium stood in his scandalously small black boxers & it certainly helped in increasing your body temperature, ‘Y … You can look Buck.’

You watched as his gaze slowly moved down your body, he gulped trying not to look as desperate as he was feeling & prayed to everything holy that he didn’t get hard, but as he pulled you down on top of him he knew that prayer wasn’t going to be answered. He felt you breathe a sigh of relief as he covered you with the two coats & wrapped his arms around you, tucking yourself into the crook of his neck.

Experiencing Bucky’s surprisingly soft skin against yours was so comforting, it was something you had both done clothed many times before, but this time it felt so different, so intimate & everything you had been imagining when you allowed yourself to dream of waking up in his arms every day.

The feeling was finally coming back in your limbs & with it, a mild tingling which had you wriggling in his arms, trying to rid yourself of the pins & needles plaguing you. You definitely felt it, you knew he had registered the contact when he suddenly took a sharp intake of air, you wanted to read into this; that he wanted you, there were many times you had been in this position & he never showed any signs of anything in that region, but it was there plain as day. It would be so easy to kiss him, to finally have what you’ve been pining for, but you were so fed up of being disappointed you had to rationalise it as the lack of clothes & rubbing, just biology, nothing more.

He whispered under his breath ‘sorry’ mortified that you felt his arousal, he was always so good at deflecting your attention when you made him hard.

‘It’s ok.’ You placed a kiss on his skin landing right on his collarbone.

His eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of his lips on his neck, he wanted to flip you over & cover you in them, ‘Not helping Darlin.’

‘Sorry.’ You giggled wanting to do it again, to see how long he’d have it, you wanted to feel every inch of him pressed against you.

‘I forgot to tell ya sweetheart, I found the bedroom, but we’ll have to share.’

‘Hmm.’

‘Once we’re warm we’ll settle in for the night.’

You tried to keep your smile hidden at the thought of waking up with him, you may have watched movies cuddled up in bed, but you never stopped the night in each other’s rooms, this was definitely a first.

You woke to a smiley content Super Solider looking at you, if you let yourself get carried away you would have thought it was a look of love, but he probably was just glad you made it through the night, with his furnace like body glued to you there wasn’t a chance you’d freeze. He had spent an hour watching you sleep, you looked like an angel in his arms, the heating had somehow turned on by itself & even though he knew you’d be warm he couldn’t bear to let you go, if this was the only time this happened he was determined to memorise every second.

Christmas Eve was always a special night in the tower filled with traditions, you would always have an over the top meal prepared by Tony’s chef accompanied by Wanda’s famously delicious eggnog, once you were all suitably merry you would play pool & darts, which Bucky & Clint naturally excelled in, you did not. Then it would be time for Secret Santa followed by a Christmas movie, you were so excited to get Bucky this year, when you pulled his name out of the hat you almost squealed knowing how many gifts you could give him.

‘Ok, so the speed dating & the Cabin didn’t yield the results as quickly as anticipated.’ Tony declared disappointed, he had fully expected the Super Soldier to be carrying you down the Quinjet’s ramp declaring your love for one another, instead he was greeted by a pissed off Bucky interrogating him as to why the Cabin’s heating was broken & something about you nearly losing a finger.

‘They were a total failure & you almost gave her pneumonia.’

‘You best not be Team Cap now Lang.’

‘Absolutely not Iron Man.’ Scott reassured with a thumbs up.

‘Good thing I already anticipated these two being as stubborn as mules, so my final play is going to be Secret Santa.’

Scott completely misinterpreting his suggestion couldn’t help commenting, ‘She sits on his lap all the time so I don’t think him pretending to be Santa & asking her if she’s been naughty will do the trick.’

Somehow Natasha was seeing the funny side of all these ridiculous ploys, ‘You know she’d say she’s been a bad girl.’

‘No, eww no … but you’re right.’

Nat raised her brow with a smirk.

‘We rig it, she picks him, he picks her & then we swap out the gifts before they open them.’ Tony stated like it was as simple as that.

‘What do we swap them to?’

‘Maybe a note that says I am in love with you?’, not his finest idea but he was running low at this point.

‘They’re not in kindergarten, how about we really set them up, one of us talks to each of them & get them to confess their feelings, we record it & it plays when they open the gift.’

Tony’s eyes were wide at the former Spy, ‘That is an absolute invasion of their privacy … & genius.’

‘I’ll talk to her.’ Nat

‘I’ve got him’ Sam

You had just finished a game of round the clock on the dart board, as per usual you were last even with Bucky helping, you didn’t see the eye rolls from the team when he was pressed up against you whispering in your ears with his hands on you, guiding you into the perfect shot that you fluffed each time being so utterly flustered by him.

You all crammed in the lounge area, every available chair occupied by an Avenger, you opted to sit on the floor between Bucky’s legs as Tony distributed the secret Santa gifts. You wanted to look back at Bucky to see his reaction, so you twisted yourself around, you his gift wasn’t the one you wrapped, but before you could say anything Tony declared ‘3,2,1 OPEN’ & everyone followed the order.

You removed the paper eager to work out who chose your name from whatever you received, you were usually fairly astute in guessing, in a modern sleek frame sat Bucky’s speed dating card, all names crossed out except one tick next to your name that he scribbled down. You smiled, running your fingers across the glass, wondering who gave it you. At the same time Bucky had opened your framed card, all names crossed out except his along with a couple of heart doodles, a warm smile burst on his face, he knew you ticked him from the way Tony said it was null & void. He decided one way or another he was going to put his cards on the table tonight & see how you felt, he had already planned on doing it with another gift, but this cemented it in his head, surely this was a sign but maybe you were just being you, of course you’d tick him over the others the way you described them. He was so torn on what to do.

Before you all settled down for the film you needed a quick bathroom break after all Wanda’s Eggnog, ‘I’m just going to the ladies, be right back.’ You pushed yourself off the floor & headed out the door.

Steve immediately sat at Bucky’s side whilst Tony & ‘Team Iron Man’ gathered in the corner fuming that neither of you pressed the play button on the frame to hear each other’s confession, whisper yelling at each other about making the frames auto play.

‘You need to tell her Buck.’

‘She’s talking to other guys from the speed dating night Steve, I told you she’s not interested.’

‘She isn’t talking to anyone, she was being polite & messaged them back after Tony gave her number out but that’s it.’ He had asked you about it after Bucky destroyed four punching bags when you arrived back from the mission.

‘But what if she says no & I ruin our friendship?’

‘It wont. Look, what if someone comes along & you lose her? Do you really want to spend the rest of your life wondering what she would have said? Just go find her & tell her.’

Steve left him contemplating, he could hear whispering, but it didn’t really pay it attention with the possibility of laying his heart out on a plate for you, his feet were moving before his mind gave him chance to think & he followed in the direction of where you would be.

You found Bucky mid thought pacing outside the bathroom, clearly lost somewhere in his head & you startled him as you spoke.

‘You ok honey?’

This was it, he had to say something.

‘Yeah, sure, erm, can I talk to you?’

‘Sure.’

He gently moved you to one side & you could see how nervous he was looking, your eyes darting around his face trying to find some clue on why he was acting so shifty, so nervous almost & then you spotted it.

Mistletoe, hung right above your head & your breath caught making Bucky’s eyes travel up to see what you were looking at.

This was it.

You turned your cheek & pointed to it ready for him to give you a peck, that was usually what happened when you were both caught under some, you realised after the first disappointment that he was too much of a gentleman to kiss you on the lips.

His hands cupped your face & he gently turned your face to look at him, his eyes darting around your face, focusing on your lips, before pulling you closer & pressing his mouth to yours, you wanted to cry, this was everything you ever wanted but you knew would be ripped away a moment later.

Bucky only pressed further, harder until you mouth parted & he deepened the kiss, one arm moved around your waist so your bodies were joined, you followed his lead wrapping your arms around him holding him as close as you could, fearing he could disappear from your grasp any moment.

When he pulled away for air your lips followed him, but he didn’t waste a single moment staring into your eyes & finally telling you how he felt, ‘I love you.’

With that he took your breath away entirely, you were sure this was a dream, maybe you were still in that cabin, your body & mind shutting down & this was your comforting final moments dreaming of words you had waited so long to hear, they were all you needed to die happy.

He could see you lost, from the way you kissed him he knew his feelings were reciprocated so he just needed you mind to catch up with him, those familiar crystal blue eyes met yours, your sob came next & finally you jumped up in his arms, tears streaming down your face with a smile he wouldn’t ever forget.

‘I love you too Bucky, so so much.’ He held you around him & your lips met again, hungrier than the first, hands exploring each other’s bodies as he pushed you against the nearest wall, trying to control himself as much as he could.

Steve & Tony watched as you & Bucky finally confessed to each other how you felt, once it got a little heated they decided to give you some privacy & headed back to the others.

‘I didn’t even get mistletoe. Pepper said it’s a sexual harassment lawsuit waiting to happen so banned it.’

Steve looked at the puzzled hero somewhat smugly ‘hmm must be some kind of Christmas miracle’

He stopped in his tracks pointing an accusing finger at the blonde Super Solider, ‘Hold on, you did this? You said you weren’t going to meddle.’

‘I didn’t meddle, I just strategically put up some flowers, they stood under them.’

‘It’s mistletoe dude, you have to kiss it’s the law.’

‘Maybe, but I hoped that it would get them to act on their feelings instead of it being a throw away kiss.’

‘You sneaky son of a … they’ll name their first kid after you now instead of me, all the effort I went to as well. Unbelievable.’

You both returned to the lounge hand in hand, having been clearly sharing some intense kisses from swollen red lips you were both sporting so inebriated with each other you didn’t even notice all the eyes glued to you.

‘What the hell guys, we missed it?’

Tony & Steve smugly sat watching the realisation from each of your friends that you were finally on the same page as you both stood smiling like fools in love, Bucky couldn’t resist kissing you in between answering the questions you were being bombarded with how exactly it happened.

Sam was the first one to react, ‘Mistletoe, that’s seriously all it took?’ He was practically beside himself laughing, ‘So all Tony’s matchmaking shit was a waste of time?’

You both turned to him somewhat confused, ‘What do you mean matchmaking?’

A/N: Is everyone (who is celebrating) ready for Christmas, I've bought all the gifts but not in the Christmas spirit at all, watching Christmas with the Kranks to try & make me feel any kind of festive!

#bucky x you #bucky x reader #james cameron #the avengers #fluffy bucky #marvel cinematic universe #marvel fanfiction #buckytony #james bucky barnes #sebastian stan #beefy bucky #povlvr #bucky x female reader #bucky fic #fic recs

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Todays rip: 07/05/2024

Rooftop Bop

Season 4 Episode 1 Featured on: SiIvaGunner's Highest Quality Rips: Volume AI

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Requested by InitialDDD! (Request Form)

Man, Scatman John...what an interesting relation he has to the internet, huh? For whatever reason back in the early days of YouTube, his titular hit song Scatman became really prevalent to use in amateur comedy videos, most notably with the "Super Mario 64 Bloopers!"-genre of video. These are actually videos that I have memory of watching - people just playing around in their childhood 3D game and making up their own little stories and sketches to the tune of silly music. But Scatman, and its less-viral sibling Scatman's World, are more than just nonsense, there's an emotion to John's two legendary songs, a distillation of raw nostalgia - one that the internet suddenly rediscovered back in 2019, and one that SiIvaGunner itself celebrated in bursts throughout the whole year, with Rooftop Bop being an absolute standout example.

Like with most memes, its hard to really trace down a logistical reason for their upbringing - check any KnowYourMeme page, and its bound to just say something along the lines of "on this date, this video/image was posted, and gained tons of attention". The Scatman-posting of 2019 was a pretty interesting case on top of that - the "AWESOME - HE FINALLY" memes that initiated it all were like a big mishmash of memes old and new. Part of the joke was in using nostalgic pieces from the old internet, the music and the "black border" template, over clips from Vine or elsewhere edited to have a positive, borderline innocent outcome, as if to intentionally turn the "Loud equals funny" format that so much of Vine fell under on its head. It's like three layers deep into irony, to where it loops around into finding sincere happiness funny - but it is genuinely still just a really good bit, the perfect kind of stupid comedy that's at once unexpected yet also brings its audience together over the nostalgia it evokes - nostalgia for two different eras of the internet, even! Despite being so core to the old internet days, Scatman wasn't very prominent on the Unregistered Hypercam 2 takeover of 2018, taking a backseat to other internet anthems like Never Gonna Give You Up in Never Gonna Give Up Mahjong and Dreamscape in How 2 Do Anything. But, as if it was fated to be, just a few months later in 2019 Scatman John would once again be made relevant - and the SiIva team was right on top of things.

A lot of Scatman John's prominence on SiIva in 2019 was, of course, on the legendary Not Funny Didn't Laugh day - on the 10th of September (whats 9 plus 10?), a series of shitposts intentionally drenched in as much irony as possible were featured on the channel, the depths of which I explored back in Sex - Steve Harvey. But beyond giving us all brain damage, the event was like a huge shot in the arm for Scatman Stocks - and just two weeks later, we would receive perhaps the best Scatman rip yet. The guy had been lurking as a meme on SiIva before, notably being in some Season 1 rips here and there - and so his return on Not Funny Didn't Laugh day felt like just one more piece of internet history to be nostalgic for. Early YouTube, Vine, and the very first months of SiIvaGunner - all rolled into two songs filled with such whimsy, yet also filled with pure emotion. Now: Does that ring a bell to anyone else?

I feel like Rooftop Bop is the definition of a "more than the sum of its parts" rip, if that makes any sense. It's an excellent melody swap/mashup no doubt, the kind that almost makes you wonder how it was even done with how authentic the violin's lead melody sounds, and the chorus returning to the original Rooftop Run: Act 1 theme with Scatman John's vocals hits oh-so-hard - its an amazingly paced out rip throughout, ping-ponging between melody swap, mashup and both at once throughout - but like I said, the rip is so much more than all of that. It feels almost like a universal experience (at least, for my generation) to have an attachment to Scatman John - but more than that, we all have an attachment to the very thing his two hits represented. Because his balance of silliness and genuine heartfelt emotion is the exact thing that made SiIvaGunner so special all the way back in Season 1, the kind of balance that has made us all smile, laugh, empathize and outright cry, althewhile never losing its core of pure whimsy. Be it The Paragoomba and the Wiggler, Aphex, Planet Wisp Mashup Medley, Turnabout Fishters, or indeed Rooftop Bop - SiIvaGunner, very much like Scatman John, has gotten so many emotions out of us, and made us all too attached to an entity others may consider naught but a silly gimmick.

It's a fantastic listen - but more than that, it's an incredible experience. The latter half of Season 4 Episode 1 of SiIvaGunner was perhaps the most exciting period to ever follow the channel during, and Rooftop Bop's unprecedented ability to unite us all through a raw dosage of nostalgic memories couldn't have come at a better time.

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calmthefuckdownalright · 2 years

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Hello hello! I was gonna ask if I could request a Ghostbur x reader who’s also a ghost, but near polar opposite of him, like for example they don’t show much emotion, don’t normally get attached to people and react very numbly to things. Sorry if this is really specific, love your work btw!

Title: I Think I Died For You

Summary: You'd been a lost soul in the Greater Dream SMP for a while and after Schlatt died you thought you might finally get a friend. Then Wilbur happened.

Pairing: Ghostbur x Ghost!Reader

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No one remembered how you died. There were theories based off your ghost wounds but no one could really tell. Ghost research wasn't all that inclusive and hardly anyone knew anything about your kind. Answers were thought to be available once Schlatt died hoping that his ghost would return and data could be recorded.

But no. The bastard had to enjoy the Afterlife and not have any shit left to do on the living plane.

Then Wilbur happened. You'd met him a few times, Alivebur, in passing and had formed a few theories yourself once he died. You'd kind of hoped Schlatt's ghost would've been your first friend but that obviously backfired so the newly introduced Ghostbur was your next bet.

"Oh! You're a ghost too! That's so cool!" Ghostbur gasped and examined you closely. You watched as he flickered with excitement.

"Uh yeah I guess." You shrugged and answered question after question from your fellow ghost.

"How'd you die?"

"No one knows."

"What's your name?"

"*insert ghost name*."

"Do you have any family?"

"None that I know of."

"Do you not like me much Y/N?" Ghostbur asked and you stopped walking alongside him.

"What makes you think that?" You raised an eyebrow and watched as the sleeve of Ghostbur's sweater folded over his palm and rubbed the back of his neck.

"You just seem very bored and unhappy. Here, try some blue." Ghostbur handed you a handful of the famous 'blue.' Tommy had told you about it when he came back from exile. When you first really met Ghostbur.

"No no Ghostbur, I'm not sad or upset. I just..." You paused thinking of your words. "I just don't really feel anything." You shrugged and out on a faltering smile. You didn't smile often and Ghostbur had never seen you do so before.

"Your smile is really pretty Y/N." He said and a blue hue rose to his face around his cheeks and across his nose similar to a blush.

"Thank you Ghostbur." This time the smile seemed more genuine than forced and Ghostbur turned away as the two of you walked on.

Ghostbur hung out with you most days. You both went and made potions in his sewer with you taking notes on recipes and him venting our or explaining the many wonderful things he'd seen or did. He tried to remember things too and you seemed to help him.

It wasn't long till suspicious questions were made and answers demanded. Specifically from one sneaky fellow who was one of the ones who had probably been hurt the most by Alivebur and the most spiteful for it.

"Why do you hang out so much with my father?" Fundy asked you.

"I don't think that's any of your business, Fundy." You said and twirled a piece of string around your translucent fingers. The sun was going down and you sat comfortably on the haybales parked outside Wilbur's sewer entrance.

"Answer the question Y/N." Fundy demanded. You turned your head to him and raised a ghostly brow.

"I didn't know you still thought so kindly of Ghostbur. Wasn't Eret supposed to adopt you? Because Wilbur's too dead for you to care about despite him still technically being around." You fired your shot. Over the months, the year, you'd gotten to known Ghostbur you had to admit you'd grown fond of him.

Still though you told yourself it was only because he was the only way to get answers of how YOU worked.

"Tread lightly Y/N, I just want to know what business you have with Ghostbur." Fundy growled a little and you swapped the string for a sword.

"Your father, dead to you as he may be, is my only way to know anything about what I am. He's my answer and happens to be quite a lovely person as well so if you've got a problem with me answering my questions," you hopped off the wagon of hay and twirled the sword before stabbing it into the ground with the grace of a skilled soldier.

"Then I advise you leave before someone gets hurt." You hissed.

Fundy didn't talk to you after that. No one did really besides Ghostbur and you were find with that. Another year passed and another and another. Soon you found yourself calling Ghostbur your friend. You stayed out of his affairs. Technoblade, Phil, Tommy, Dream. Everyone who Ghostbur was involved with you stayed away from.

It was strange to be so alone while Ghostbur spent time with his other friends but you welcomed the silence to try and find answers in your catalog of memories with Ghostbur. Cross referencing them with what little you knew of Alivebur.

Alivebur had been off-putting. Manic and cold. Insane in summary.

Ghostbur was kind and sweet. Warm and caring in every single way.

They were opposites. Ends of the spectrum. Red and Blue. Guilty and Innocent.

It got you thinking about your own situation. Compared to Ghostbur's. Ghostbur was clingy and overwhelming sometimes while you had hardly been around more than two people at once for more than ten minutes.

You were like Alivebur. Secluded and introverted. A wallflower if you will. Ghostbur was your opposite just as he was compared to his alive version. So what did that mean for you?

Obviously no one really knew but you theorized that maybe, just maybe, you had been kind and sweet in your living life. Innocent and blue. Surrounded by friends and people who cared about you. So how come no one remembered you or how you died?

Maybe you hadn't been surrounded by friends and family. Or maybe they all died with you but you were the only one that was required to stick around.

"Y/N? You okay?" Ghostbur poked his head into the sewer room where you sat now. It was quiet and hardly anyone came by so you chose it as your thinking place.

"Oh yes I'm fine Ghostbur. Just trying to find some answers." You sent him a smile and your ghostly friend came and sat beside you on the damp concrete. He looked over your shoulder with his chin resting on it and read your handwriting on the pages. Ghostbur knew he was your only look at how Ghosts worked besides yourself.

"Alivebur wasn't very secluded. Try secretive sure, but not secluded." Ghostbur pointed to your note and a smudge of blue came from his fingertips.

"You remember Alivebur?" You asked him.

"Not really..." Ghostbur muttered and leaned into you more similar to a child embarrassed by how smart they were. "I remember things better when you're around." He admitted.

Ah...there it was. That blue blush crept on Ghostbur again and you felt a similar warmth you thought incapable of having, being dead and everything, spread to your own face.

"I'm sorry if that made you uncomfortable. Things just seem to make more sense when you're here. Like the puzzle pieces finally fit." Ghostbur wrung his hands together and fiddled with some blue. He stayed leaning against you and a real smile worked it's way to your lips.

"It's okay Ghostbur. Things seem clearer when you're with me as well." You said softly and ran a hand across his dark grey curls before placing a kiss to his head.

Ghostbur looked up at you and saw the smile which caused his own. You shifted your body and his head fell to your lap where you combed your fingers through his hair and he kissed your hands every few minutes.

You were ghosts together. Dead and alive in a sewer with potions brewing and questions standing unanswered.

"I think you were supposed to die so I could find you darling." Ghostbur said. You knew he didn't mean it in a bad way so in a sense it seemed sweet.

"I think you were supposed to die so I wouldn't be alone anymore. I don't know how I'll go on if you get revived or some shit." You chuckled and Ghostbur laughed with you.

"I don't want to live again if it means you're alone." Ghostbur smiled up at you and for what felt like the first time you swore your heart skipped in your cold still chest.

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"Tommy, you said it'd be okay!"

He was gone now. Ghostbur. Your Ghostbur. And a man so different from him and so much like you replaced him in the living world.

Revivebur. You hated him. He was everything Ghostbur wasn't. He wasn't kind or sweet. He didn't smile with warmth despite the coldness of his aminate corpse.

Reivebur was more dead than Ghostbur ever was and you hated it.

"Send me to him. Please." You begged the sky as you mourned. Silent tears and hissing skin as rain pittered down onto you.

"Is this your dying wish?" A voice echoed behind you and you whirled around to be faced with none other than the god himself. XD.

"I will die for him yes." You pleaded and there was a pain so sharp in your chest it was like a bullet.

Then there was grass and blue skies and sunshine again. The air was sweet and clean without a trace of lingering gunpowder and sorrow.

"Darling?" That cracking voice reached you and you spotted him. Your Ghostbur waiting for you.

"I'm here." You laughed and ran to him. The meadow around seemed to become brighter when you touched and both your hands burst into color.

"What's happening?" Ghostbur seemed confused as his former monochrome skin became a sandy beige and his charcoal hair a mess of fluffy brown. Your own skin gained its color and your hair shined with its hue.

Blue stained Ghostbur's sweater still and your own colored blood matched where your former dying wounds were. The Afterlife had given you both a chance.

"We get to live now Ghostbur. Together." You beamed and Ghostbur's skin flushed pink.

"Wow, you're even more beautiful in color." Ghostbur smiled and pulled you in for a kiss.

The air was warm. The sky was bright. Together the ghosts built a life where no one could take it away. They lived their death till the end of their days.

Huffing breaths and clouds covering the skies. A smile and a streak of white in h/c hair.

"I'm alive?" You asked the world and saw a crater before you. Then a man in a long Cao and white cutting through brown curls.

"Who are you?" He asked.

"Y/N..." You panted and got to your feet, shaky on your no longer numb toes. "I've been dead for....so so long." You laughed and looked around. "Where am I?"

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Hope that was okay anon and I appreciate you sending in the request! I thought it'd be fitting to explain my theory on how Ghosts worked on the Dream SMP in this.

I think they simply become the opposite of their living self. So say the reader's living self was cheery and attached easily. Avoided conflict and possibly even responsibility which may or may not have ended in their death.

After being dead for so long I think it's possible they changed drastically just as Revivebur sort of did. He became more empathetic later on and went on to apologize to the ones he hurt while the reader's living self would have a more immediate change due to being dead for so so long.

They would become aggressive and cold. Insane possibly or just impulsive.

But yes I hope you all enjoyed and I'll see you all very soon ✌🏻.

Edit: forgot to mention that the ending in the bonus was simply a little thought as to what I think Ghostbur deserved instead of the train station. Wilbur still stayed there but after Ghostbur was revived he was transported to the meadow depicted above as his true final resting place. I like to think that the train station is a limbo which means he can still come back. Even though the SMP is over for now it still helps me to not cry every time I think of Wilbur's canon ending.

#dream smp #dsmp au #dsmp #Ghostbur x reader #ghost!reader #Revivebur #c!wilbur #c!wilbur soot x reader #c!wilbur soot

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