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cher-rei · 9 months

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afterglow- pt 1 [ T.A.A ]

pairings: trent alexander arnold x femreader

summary: young and aspiring marketing and business major jamie carter (you) is privileged with working alongside the liverpool marketing and public relations team while also getting entangled with their star player and right back, trent alexander arnold.

[wc: 2.6k] [part 2] [part 3 ] [part 4] [part 5] [part 6] [part 7] [part 8] [part 9] [part 10] [part 11] [part 12]

genre(s): friends?? to lovers, work romance, fluff

notes: I've had this idea on my mind for months but I had no idea how to execute it at all. also instead of using the y/n insert, I gave the character a name even though it is read from your pov. It just made it easier to write lmao

"ms carter?"

your heart dropped at the sound of your name being called by an unfamiliar voice, which was something you were going to have to get used to. nonetheless, you turned around to see an older man approaching you with a warm smile and something in his hand.

when he got close enough he put out his hand and you politely shook it as a greeting, still not sure who you were talking to. before you could speak up however, you were interrupted by something being put in your hand.

"this is your staff id," the older man said and you took a closer look at the lanyard in your hand. the picture you had taken less than a few weeks ago was set neatly inside with your name, and position.

carter, jaime

[public relations manager- social media and marketing department]

public relations manager. those three words were enough to make you feel light headed.

you liked to think that your employment on liverpool fc's marketing team was nothing but pure luck. from the moment you handed in your resume for your university final year internship out of pure whim, then to you getting accepted for whatever reason until you got the email no less than a month after graduation asking you to come in for an interview.

all that lead up to the moment you were currently in. standing in the middle of the empty anfield stadium that you had visited for nearly every home game since you were a child. it was nothing but pure luck.

you were broken out of your daze by the older man chuckling about something, which showed that you hadn't heard a single word he said during the past five minutes. you mustered up a smile regardless to play it off and proceeded to follow him for what you thought was a building tour.

"I just realised that I never properly introduced myself," he laughed dryly and gestured for you to step into the tunnel before him. "I'm billy hogan- chief executive officer and I'm ever so sorry for being in a rush right now but I'd like you to be at the training center within the next 30 minutes."

your eyes widened in shock, your feet absentmindedly picking up its pace while hogan continued to speed through the building tour, leaving no room for questions but you decided to make a mental note to ask someone else when you got the chance.

you were escorted to the black s.u.v along with hogan immediately, running through the hundreds of questions you had at the moment. you know you only had room for one though before he was on another phone call.

"uhm sir-"

"yes ms carter?" the older man addressed without trailing his gaze from his cellphone screen or the pile of documents in front of him.

oh gosh.

you managed to clear your throat. "I'm not too sure why I'll be needed at the training center. shouldn't I be in the office or..."

when he heard you start to trail off, hogan shut the folder in his lap and turned to look at you with an expression you couldn't quite read. there was a moment of awkward silence that passed between the two of you in the backseat of the s.u.v, the driver not paying any mind to the conversation.

"our last marketing manager had to be fired because we found out that he was leaking information out to reporters and news broadcasters along with four other employees."

oh shit.

you shuffled in your seat as you tried to think of a response to the news but whenever you parted your lips to say something hogan would raise his finger as a sign that he wasn't done talking. so you swallowed the bitter taste in your mouth along with any comments and listened intently.

did it sound like he was targeting you and bordelined threatening you? yes, yes it did. but you were sure he meant well and was only trying to bring his point across.

"we're low on staff and that's why you were handed two very crucial roles and are expected to make up for the losses. you'll be working alongside the team as you read in the contract," he began once again with a knowing look which made your stomach drop.

because you didn't read the contract. not fully at least. your older sister was the one who urged you to sign it the second it was sent to your house. hell, it could've stated that you were required to donate an organ and you wouldn't have known all because your were too excited and didn't spare anything a second glance.

"but why didn't you just promote people that were already in the department instead of giving me the position straight away?"

hogan let out a dry chuckle and tended to his phone once again, not looking back at you. "because nobody else wanted the position. it's dangerous up there ms carter. so you may feel important right now, but if you can't handle the workload and expectations it's going to get messy."

well this is news to me.

to sum up hogan's lecture and recital of the contract off by heart, you were in fact set up to be working alongside the team as a higher ranking media representative because there needed to be more field work done. no pun intended.

but the fact that nobody else was up for the position didn't sit right with you.

"just make sure they look good for the camera and keep everyone entertained. you're an influencer yourself, so I'm entrusting you to keep everything in order. you were hired because you are young and are in the game already. so keep yourself level-headed and do your best."

no pressure I guess??

deciding to wear sneakers instead of heels today was by the far the best decision you've made in weeks. the weather in liverpool during september was nothing short of horrid. when you stepped out of the car your face was immediately hit with the harsh and crisp air that reminded you why you spent majority of your time indoors.

"welcome to our axa training center," hogan gestured to the building in front of you, it's ceiling to floor windows having you gawking in awe. "this is where you'll be spending a good amount of your time, but it's not as bad as it seems I promise."

what's so bad about watching a bunch of professional football players train half naked?

unlike your last building tour, hogan actually took his time showing you around this time. from the lobby, breakroom, staff rooms, gym and finally to the field where the team was out practicing-- or at least that's what you thought was happening judging by all the screaming.

the second you stepped foot out onto the field, klopp turned to look at you with a welcoming smile.

did he just sense my presence??

you felt frozen in your spot, the world had practically stopped spinning the second he called you and hogan over. when you made it over he halted his conversation with the person beside him to shake your hand.

"it's lovely to finally meet you ms carter," the team's manager politely greeted and it took every single nerve in your body for you to not do something stupid.

you bashfully laughed and brushed his comment off, "if anything, the pleasure is mine. I am extremely honoured to be working in this position."

after a few moments of getting to know each other and klopp giving you a bit of an idea of what he expected media-wise, you realised that you had work cut out for you, judging by klopp saying, "think of this as your second family. the team needs something different, and you ms carter, are exactly the home improvement that we need."

you felt like the weight of the world had just been put on your shoulders again, and his tone of utter sincerity wasn't making it any less pressurising. of course you wanted to do well and give your all into this role but it was going to take a bit of time getting used to.

I should have read that damn contract.

"would you like to meet the team?" klopp asked with a smile and lightly patted your shoulder.

the gesture alone was enough to render you speechless, and you weren't quite sure if you heard him correctly. "would I like to do what?"

"boys!"

your eyes widened in shock as he called the team over. you didn't know what to do or say, your fight or flight mode had nearly been activated and you swore you were about to sprint out of the training center, all the way back home.

you anxiously fiddled with your fingers, not knowing what to do with your hands as you watched the group of soccer players head your way with little to no care to which klopp gave you a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "don't worry, they won't bite."

you mustered up an awkward laugh, muttering under your breath as you mentally prepared yourself for the moment. you obviously hadn't met any of them before, the closest you had gotten was going to the stadium to watch their matches.

the closest you had gotten to any interaction with any professional soccer player in general however, would be at the beginning of the year when jude bellingham followed you back on Instagram. which was still the best day of your life up to date.

you were awestruck, words unable to form as they all huddled up in front of you. you could see the sweat beading on their foreheads which caused a shiver to travel down your spine.

"boys this is ms jaime carter." klopp gestured to you and you managed a small wave, trying to ignore the sound of your heart beating in your ears. "she'll be working with us from now on, as manager of the pr manager for both the marketing and social media departments."

you were greeted with a choir of 'hello's' and listened to klopp give everyone the run-down and a little enlightenment into the situation regarding the last bundle of staff that had to be cut off so abruptly.

"pfft, snitches."

you head turned to look in the direction of the comment, that was immediately reprimanded.

"curtis," klopp started and the soccer player pursed his lips apologetically.

"sorry boss."

"aren't you a little too young to be the manager of two departments?"

your eyebrows raised at the question from harvey. klopp and hogan had to attend to a last minute call from the clubs directors so you were left with the team to "get to know each other", but most of them got back to training which left you with harvey, curtis and trent.

you shifted your weight to your right leg, your head tilting to the side challengingly as you eyed the boy. "well you're younger than i am and playing professional football. what does me being a pr manager make any difference?"

trent and curtis couldn't help but snicker at your counter, jokingly mocking their younger teammate until he got visibly irritated.

"you can't deny us the right to laugh at you," trent said jokingly and kicked the ball to harvey, who passed it to cutis again.

their banter went on for a few minutes as you watched the ball pass between the three of them until harvey spoke up again.

"you're straight out of university though so--"

his sentence was cut off by someone yelling, "ball!", to which you all instinctively looked up only to realise a little to late that it was headed in your direction.

shit.

you backed away just in time to get the ball before it hit the ground. the second it came into contact with your foot, you sent it back virgil's way to which he gave you a smile.

a familiar feeling stired up in your stomach after, but you pushed it aside and for back to your train of thought. "and you're straight out of high-school. so i rest my case."

a moment of silence took over, trent and curtis both shifting their gazes from you and all the way over to virgil who was over at the goal post.

harvey was taking the moment to recollect your high school comment. it was because he was short wasn't it? that's all people had to throw at him these days.

it was trent's turn to speak up, his eyebrows raised while curtis muttered to himself about the distance or something like that. "have you played before?"

before you could answer, your name was being called by hogan since it was time to get back to the office building. you huffed out a breath and sent the three boys a smile.

"looks like today's 'q and a' was cut short." you took a few steps back, stuffing your hands into the pockets of your puffer jacket. "you might as well stock them up for next time. I'll be more than happy to feed your curious minds."

#trent alexander arnold fluff #footballer x reader #trent alexander arnold x reader #liverpoolfc x reader #trent alexander arnold fanfic #footballer imagine #cherrei writes

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footballfanficwriter · 9 months

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Can you do part 2 of absent (mbappe story)

Absent pt 2

Summary:where Kylian apologizes for being absent at his son's match

Kylian's POV

I wake up from my dream and look around and I realise I'm in one of the guest rooms remembering the events of the previous night I go to the bathroom and brush my teeth, then walk to my room where Théo and Y/n are sleeping

Sighing and walking to my closet I get a new set of clothes to change in and go to the kitchen to make breakfast for y/n and Théo

I start off by making the eggs, the toast and juice for Théo then coffee for y/n

As I'm preparing the food I hear y/n and Théo coming down the stairs laughing

"Maman remember when iron man was like underoos and then Spiderman came out of nowhere and stole Captain America's Sheild, I was like wow" Théo said sounding excited

"Yeah I remember"

"Oh are you guys taking about Captain America: Civil war?" I ask from the stove"

The minute they hear my voice their smiles drop

Y/n nudges Théo a bit

"Bonjour papa"

"Bonjour Théo" I say

There's an awkward silence in the room until Théo breaks it

"Anyway Maman, then they fought at the airport and ant man grew bigger, then Rhodey was like "ok t-"

"I made breakfast" I say cutting Théo off

"Ok, C'mon Théo let's go" she says

She takes his hand and they walk out the door

I sigh again knowing exactly what game my wife Is playing

Sometimes I forget I married a person who holds grudges and is not easily forgiving, what's worse is that my son has taken after his mother with that habit

Until I make things right they won't talk to me or forgive me

I sigh once more thinking of things to do or say to make them forgive me but nothing comes to mind

I plate up my breakfast and eat in silence all on my own

3 hours later Théo and Y/n come back home

I stand up and watch them walk up the stairs

"Where were you guys"

"Out"

"What do u mean out"

"I mean out of the house Kylian"

"Why didn't you guys tell me where you were"

"Look all you need to know is we were out"

"Out where?"

"See how it feels"

"So this is pay back for what I did Yesterday"

"Until you tell me where you were and apologize to your son, this is how things are going to be"

"You're being unreasonable"

"Call it what you want my mind is made up"

"Y/n how long is this going to go on for?"

"Until you do what I said you should do, now if you'll excuse me I have to help MY son with his homework"

She continues up the stairs and into Théo's room

I follow her up the stairs and into Théo's room feeling angry with every step I take

"Can you stop being so stubborn and just get over it already, I wasn't there for Théo's match so what get over it, it happened, there's nothing I can do now, nothing I say or do will change that fact"

"All I want you to do is tell me where you were and to Apologize to Théo"

"It wasn't my fault I wasn't there though"

"I don't even know if that's true cause you haven't told me anything about where you were yesterday"

"All you have to do is believe what I say and move on from this whole issue"

"You clearly don't know who on earth you married if you think I'm gonna do that"

"You're so difficult, my gosh" I say and walk out the room

I stand in the passage for a while and as I'm standing there I hear Théo's cries

"Théo?" I hear from inside the door

"Maman, why are you and papa fighting?"

"Oh Amour, ton père et moi, nous sommes bien" (your father and I are fine")

"Ah bon?"( really?)

"Oui"

"Then why are you fighting?"

"We're not"

"Are you sure that papa is not going to leave us?"

"Théo, why do you keep asking me that question"

"Because Hugo's dad left him and his mom,Hugo said that his dad started by not coming to his matches, then he stopped coming home for dinner, then he started missing all his important moments, until he just didn't come home anymore, is that what's going to happen with us Maman?" I hear Théo ask with cries

"Théo N-"

I barge into the room before y/n can reply

"Théo that's not happening, your mother and I we love eachother very much, there is no way that I am going to leave the both of you"

"Are you sure"

"Oui"

"And just because all of this is happening doesn't mean that your father and I are going to leave eachother"

"Et Théo je très désolé" (and Théo, I'm very sorry)

"Pourquoi papa?" (Why, dad)

"For not coming to your match yesterday, I know it meant so much to you and I know it was your first match after your injury, all I'm saying is that i wouldn't purposely miss your match, but to make it up to you, I'll be there for the next one and the ones after"

"T'es sérieuse papa, t'es promis?" (Are you serious dad, do you promise?"

"Oui, je promis" (yes I promise")

"Thank you" Théo says coming hugging me

"You're welcome"

As I'm hugging Théo I look at Y/n and she looks away

I already know what this is about, she wants me to tell her where I was or I'll be sleeping in the guest room again today

"Ok Théo let's help you with your homework"

"Maman, can you also help with my homework?"

Y/n instantly puts on a smile and agrees to help

The three of us sit in Théo's room helping him with his homework then after that we just play around his toys

"Ok amour time for your bath, c'mon"

"I've got it" I say

"You sure?"

"Yeah I am"

"Ok then, I'll get started on dinner"

"Ok"

"Théo, on y va"

"Ok papa"

We walk to the bathroom and I bath and help him where he needs help

By the Time we're done Théo looks like he's about to sleep

Till this day Water is the only thing that can make him sleepy, that's what we use to do when he was a baby everytime Théo was restless and couldn't sleep we'd just give him a bath

"C'mon Théo, you have to have your dinner first before you sleep"

He huffs an ok and we both make our way downstairs,where we find Y/n dishing up

As we eat our dinner I see Théo dousing in and out of sleep

"C'mon Théo, let's get you to bed" y/n says getting out of her seat and picking Théo up

"Ok Maman, bonne nuit Papa"

"Bonne nuit Théo"

As y/n is tucking Théo into bed I clear the table and get started on washing the dishes

When y/n walks to the kitchen

"I'm not going to beat around the Bush Kylian"

"Wow, right to it?"

"Yep, so what were you doing and where were you?"

"Nothing"

"Really, so you call this nothing?" She Says

She turns her phone to show me the headline

Kylian Mbappe spotted walking out of the stores with bags of groceries and children's clothes

"Explain this then, what do you call this"

I'm quiet and don't say a word

"What, do you have another family outside me and Théo"

"And don't say that you brought the groceries and clothes for us because you came back home empty handed yesterday, so please explain, I really can't wait to hear what your reason is"

I continue being quiet not knowing what to say

"I brought the clothes and groceries for a charity the club said to keep it private because they would be announcing it to the media in a couple days that we'd be offered to adopt one of the children"

"Adopt one of the children?"

"Well not exactly adopt just being a guardian to them and showing them love and stuff, we take responsibility for them you know, and they don't have to live with us, we just have weekly visits to the charity and visit on weekends or anytime we want to"

"You didn't think to tell me all this before I left the house for work"

"I didn't want to say anything because at the time i didn't know that i would have been absent for Théo's match and I didn't know that there would be a child that would catch my attention"

"So you're saying there's a child there who peaked your interest?"

"Yeah his name is Alexander, he's Théo's age and he loves football aswell"

"How did you find him, what about him peaked your interest?"

"He was all alone at the back of the house and I was just exploring when I found him kicking ball against the wall"

"Why didn't call and at least let us know that you wouldn't be able to make it"

"My phone was off that's why all your calls went to voicemail"

"Mhm ok" she says and walks out the kitchen and upstairs to our room

I finish washing up the dishes and go to the room to find her doing her nightly routine

Testing the waters I walk closer to her and wrap my arms around her waist and she Pats the hands on her belly

She forgives me

"I'm sorry, for not telling you and for not being there yesterday, I realize that I was wrong and I could have used someone's phone to let you know that I couldn't make it"

"It's fine ,what's important is that you make it up to Théo and live up to that promise you made him"

"Yeah I will"

"Thank you"

"I love you"

"I love you too"

I kiss her her cheek and she gives me a tight lipped smile

"Can I come back to the room now"

"Yeah, you can come back"

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matthew-gray-gubler-lover · 26 days

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Spring Day Picnic with Spencer Reid.

You plan a lovely picnic in the park with Spencer, but the weather has other plans.

Fluff and some kissing. Mentions of sex, but no sex happens.

this takes place in season 3.

It was a beautiful April morning and Spencer had just come home from a four-day case.

He comes in the door and puts his suitcase down, looking around your shared apartment for you. He follows the sound of people's voices to the bedroom, slowly opens the door and sees you lying in bed, totally covered with the blankets up to your chin. You have on your favorite TV

show the one thing that can bring you comfort while you're amazing boyfriend is away on yet another life-threatening case.

He can see that you have his pillows laid out beside you underneath the covers. in an attempt To make it feel as though Spencer is lying next to you.

He stands there and looks at you for a few minutes before walking closer to the bed and placing his lips on your forehead to wake you up and let you know that he is there.

When he removes his lips from your forehead, he looks at you and smiles. He's so happy to see you. You start stirring a little bit before you finally wake up and see Spencer's face.

"spencer?" You asked groggily, not sure if it's really him since you have had dreams like this before where he came home and when he woke up he was not there.

"yes sweetie it's me, i'm home, i missed you so much" He told you before leaving a soft kiss on your lips.

"Spencer" you shrieked as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down to kiss you again. Something that he didn't fight in the least. He loved kissing you. It's one of the best feelings in the world to him.

"Did you miss me sweetie?" He asked with a smirk on his face, knowing that you definitely did miss him. You miss him every time he leaves and count down until he gets back.

Spencer does check in on you as often as he can and gives you updates on the case so that you can look forward to him coming back home. Last night he did tell you that he came up with a good lead, but you didn't know that he would be returning home in the morning. You're so glad that he has.

You slid up in the bed and Spencer can now see that you're wearing one of his button up shirts, something that helps you feel closer to him When he is away on a case.

"Wearing one of my shirts I see" he said as he pointed to the pink fabric on your body.

Yes, it helps me feel closer to you. That and putting your pillows next to me in bed here.

"Well I have good news for you. You're not going to have to use my shirts or my pillows because I'm going to be home for the next week. I decided that I have been working for too long and not paying attention to my beautiful girlfriend".

"You actually took time off. Spencer Reid is taking a vacation. Oh my gosh, Am I dreaming? Are you sure I'm not dreaming?" You gasped and put your hand on your chest.

This overdramatic reaction makes Spencer chuckle. "Yes I am taking some time off, so you can take my clothes off now and let me have my shirt back".

"Did you just come home wake me up and ask me to take my clothes off? I must say this is a very nice way to welcome you back home."

"I didn't mean it like that and you know it. I need to go take a shower and then you can decide what you want to do with me for the next week and keep your mind out of the gutter Pretty girl."

"That's going to be really hard because you know how much I love you." you giggled.

"I know you do, and I know how dirty that beautiful little mind of yours can get. But you know if I get into bed with you that's what's going to happen the whole week and we won't get anything else done." He tells you with a chuckle grabbing a set of pajamas from his top dresser draw and heading into the bathroom to take a shower.

"Doesn't sound like such a bad way to spend a week to me but Ok I understand" You tell him, knowing that you will end up in bed with him anyway before the week is out. Likely before the day is even out.

You get up and take off Spencer's shirt and put on a Gray pair of shorts and top of the cute little pajama set that you know Spencer loves. The shirt has a smiling face on it that says you make me happy.

You make your way into the kitchen and put on a pot of coffee Before going over to the Cabinet and getting a loaf of bread and taking out two slices and two mugs ones that have been given to you by Penelope.

They are black mugs that say Mr. and Mrs. Spencer Reid on them in yellow. Even though the two of you aren't married, Penelope and the rest of the team know that it will happen one day.

The coffee gets done at the same time that you hear the shower go off. A few minutes later, Spencer comes into the kitchen wearing his pair of grey pajamas. He looks at you and looks down to his own pajamas and says "we are so much alike." Before coming up behind you and

wrapping his arms around your waist and placing his chin on your shoulder and whispering in your ear. "I miss mornings like this. Being in the kitchen together, making breakfast, enjoying you. I really miss this." he told you wish a dreamy sigh.

You lean back slightly so that you can feel him more. "I miss mornings like this too spence"

When you pour the coffee into the mug Spencer let's go and takes it from your hand. "So what are we going to do for the next week?" He asked you before taking a sip. "Ouch, it's hot" he said.

"Spencer you just saw me pour into the mug. My gosh you have no patience when it comes to your caffeine fix do you? It's just one of the many reasons I love you" you told him before kissing him on the lips.

"You're right I have no patience when it comes to my coffee." He tells you before blowing on the coffee and going in for another sip.

"As far as what are we going to do this week, I think I would like to do something with you that I've never done with anyone else and I know for sure you've never done it." You tell him as you put two slices of bread in the toaster and push the lever down to begin toasting the bread.

Spencer finishes taking the sip of his coffee and looks up at you and says "Now what did I tell you about having a dirty mind my dear?" He chuckled before putting the mug down and walking over to you. "What did you have in mind?"

"Spencer I'm trying to not have a dirty mind with you, but it is so hard anyway It isn't a dirty thing that I want to do with you. I want to go have a picnic in the park"

Spencer groans at the idea.

You don't want to have a picnic in the park with me?. I thought you said that we could do anything that I wanted. And you know you're not going to do what I really wanted to do, so I thought a picnic in the park would be nice." You pouted leaning against the counter.

"It's not that I don't want to have a picnic in the park with you. I don't want to have a picnic in the park with anyone. The grass, the germs. I mean dogs pee on that grass. I'm just saying." he tells you.

That last part made you laugh so hard that you thought you were going to fall on the floor.

"Dog pee? Really Spencer? That's the reason why you don't want to have a picnic in the park with me? Wow. Just when I think I can't love you anymore, you give me a sweet response like that and I just. I can't be mad at you. Since I really can't say that you're wrong about it. So OK no park picnic then". You tell him before turning and walking to the refrigerator to get a jar of Raspberry jam to put on the toast.

"You really want to do this, don't you?" He asked. You, putting down his mug and coming over to you.

You take the jam out of the refrigerator and put it on the counter next to the fridge. "Yes I really do, but I have to admit that whole dog pee thing is a bit of a turnoff." you laugh.

"how about this? We can get a really thick blanket and avoid any wet patches of grass". Spencer offers.

"Really?! You would do that for me?" You said so cheerfully that he couldn't possibly deny you this Simple for most other people thing that you really want.

"Yes I will do this for you. And because I love you, I won't mention the other thing that dogs do in the park. That's much easier for you to spot before laying down our picnic blanket." He tells you before wrapping his arms around your waist and giving you a kiss.

"thank you for that honey" you tell him.

You take the hot toast out of the toaster and place it on two black plates and put on the Raspberry jam before sitting down on the couch with Spencer and eating your toast and drinking your coffee.

"I'm going to have to go to the store before we do our picnic, though. I don't really have that much food in the house right now. I don't really eat too much whenever you're gone. I worry too much".

"Sweetie I told you, you need to eat". He says, upset since he now knows that you don't take care of yourself when he's away.

"I am going to eat today and for the next week, let's say that" You tell him before bopping him on the tip of his cute little nose.

You both go to the grocery store and get some things for your picnic. Some Turkey for some sandwiches, some Swiss cheese, lettuce, tomatoes and a jar of mayo, as well as some nice soft rolls.

You both go back home and you make the sandwiches and add a couple of bags of potato chips, Small snack sized bags. As well as two small bottles of pink lemonade.

You go into the hall closet and take out a small basket. Another gift from Penelope. You always love a Penelope gift because you know that you will always be using it.

It's a small Wicker basket and you put a kitchen towel inside before putting your sandwiches and chips and lemonade inside of the basket.

As you are doing this, Spencer's in the bedroom closet getting out a nice thick blanket. One is thick enough that he might actually feel safe sitting in the park grass. It is a thick Gray blanket with snowflakes on it, but it'll do the job.

You then go and get all dressed up in your nice light pink sun dress and your light pink sandals, all ready to go out on a date with your handsome boyfriend. Who is wearing black pants and a black sweater over a Gray shirt.

Just as you were about to walk out the door, you hear Spencer behind you say "honey did you hear that?" as he points up to the roof.

"No, I didn't hear anything What was it?" You ask him with your head tilted to the side, not really sure what he's talking about.

"Hold on let me check" he tells you as he walks over to the window looking out it. "Oh no, that's what I thought".

"What is it?" You ask walking over to him to see what he's looking at.

"Sweetie I'm so sorry, but it's raining Look" he tells you, pointing out the big window. You look out and hang your head. "

I all I wanted was a picnic with you. Was that too much to ask for? It was supposed to be a bright, sunny day".

"Well we may not be able to go to the park, but we could still have a perfectly wonderful picnic here in our living room, I know it's not how you wanted it to be, but we could still eat together".

"You're right Spencer. It's really all that matters is that I'm getting to spend the day with you. It really doesn't matter where it's happening yet. I'm just happy to have you here and know that you're safe"

Spencer moved the coffee table and laid out the Gray blanket that was to be your picnic blanket. He then took everything out of the picnic basket and put it on the blanket. It wasn't how you planned it, but it was still a perfect day because it was with Spencer.

The two of you sat on the floor together, eating your sandwiches and chips while sipping on your lemonade as the sound of the rain fell outside. It was still a perfect day for the two of you.

Since really all that mattered to either one of you was that you got to spend time together, that was the most important thing. You had a better day than you could have ever planned, spending the day inside with Spencer, watching TV, making dinner, and taking a bath together.

The day ended with the two of you in bed is Spencer read to you and you fell asleep. It was truly a perfect Day.

Thank you for reading. I hope that you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. It was an idea that came to me when I couldn't sleep one night and I was very happy to write it.

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Nice to be Kneaded

Chapter 15

Everything will be Okay

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Word Count: 6,979

Warnings: My blog is 18+ only. All minors or blogs without an age in bio will be blocked. Minors DNI. Mentions of medical equipment, loss, abuse, PTSD, anxiety and depression.

"This is the worst thing I've ever done" Steve complained, puffing out short winded breaths as he worked at the table opposite you.

He decided he wanted to learn how to bake bread after watching you do it so many times. The patiences and techniques behind the art intrigued him, and there was no one better to learn from than you, the best of the best.

You laughed as you watched him struggle to knead the dough on the floured counter facing yours. His cheeks were turning pink and his dough was still shaggy and lumpy, he was completely envious of yours already becoming smooth and bouncy. "Don't look at mine, it's unfair to you. I have experience, comparison is going to kill all your confidence."

"My arms hurt" Steve emphasized.

"Your arms pulled an in-flight helicopter into the top of a building, and single handedly ended World War II. I'm pretty sure they can handle an artisan loaf, Baby." You smiled.

"How long have we been kneading?" He puffed out.

You peaked at the clock, "mmmm, 3 minutes."

"How long do we need to do this?"

"Usually 10"

"Okay, well, you must have arms of steel because this is impossible."

"I believe in you!" You encouraged him. "Use the heels of your palms, push the dough out then pull it back. You can even go diagonally, side to side."

"You're not even out of breath?" He noted in disbelief. "I feel like I'm asthmatic again."

"Do you need an inhaler? I'm sure I can find you one" A giggle slipped past your lips.

"You're a super soldier." Steve stated, his arms coming to a stand still to take a break. "There's no way someone can just do this."

"Here, let's swap. I got a good start on this one so it'll be easier for you." You said walking over to his side of the table, and taking over his dough while he moved over to yours.

"See, much easier. Now I'm a bread master!" He exclaimed, working with your dough that was already almost completely smooth rather than his shaggy mess.

"I knew you could do it! Great job, Stevie" You smiled.

"Thank you, thank you." He accepted your compliment.

A comfortable silence fell between you two as the sound of music filled your ears, you were obviously very concentrated on fixing the monstrosity of a dough pile Steve had left you.

It was sticking to every square inch of your hands, yet also incredibly crumbly and dry. You had no idea how he even went about creating such a substance, but you sure as hell were going to make it work, and you definitely weren't going to say anything about it.

He knew it wasn't correct, it was written all over your face but that made him happy. Watching you try to work with the crumbly goo with furrowed eyebrows and a smile that you tried to hold back warmed his heart, you were always so kind and encouraging.

"So..." Steve broke the silence.

"So?" You acknowledged.

"I was thinking."

"Oh gosh, that's scary..." You joked.

"Our anniversary passed not too long ago..." He mentioned, causing you to look up at him with a fond look on your face.

"That was six months ago" You pointed out, unsure if not too long was the proper description of how much time had actually passed.

Once all of the scary bumps that came along with establishing a new relationship were smoothed out, unlike the dough beneath your hands, your relationship with Steve was so smooth it glided by effortlessly and fast.

The concept of time since the blip in general felt quite odd, it felt like five years had passed by in the blink of an eye, yet the way of living with only half the population was so normal and routine now you couldn't imagine a time in which you lived a normal life before the blip.

That's exactly how you felt about your time with Steve as well. He moved in permanently next door, then before you knew it his lease was up and he moved in to your house. The spaces that were once yours were now yours and Steve's.

Four and a half years deep into your official relationship with the man and you couldn't even remember a time in which his easel wasn't always displaying a half completed work of art in the corner of the living room and there wasn't a Captain America suit tucked away in the very back of the closet, hiding away in a garment bag.

The two of you created the simple, care free life of your dreams. One in which the biggest struggle you faced on the daily basis was keeping the bakery stocked despite the ever growing crowds, and missing Steve whenever he was away on business to the compound in New York.

"So our anniversary is coming up!"'He enthused.

You laughed at his change of words, "only six months away!"

"Can you believe that four and a half years ago I waltzed in here for a cookie, and that simple choice single handedly changed both of our lives?" He questioned.

"Wow, kneading bread makes you so philosophical." You noted. "What a great choice you made, just goes to show that cookies really are the better part of life."

"You're the better part of my life, sunflower." He purposely cheesed causing you to look back up at him once more.

"How sweet" You acknowledged. "If my hands weren't covered in dough I'd reach up and boop your nose."

He laughed while he continued kneading your loaf that he was definitely going to claim as his now. "Maybe we could spend our half-anniversary in New York?"

Steve was going through a phase in which you could've never ever predicted, he hated going up to the compound now. He dreaded work trips, he hated how cold his room in the compound always seemed to feel, he despised all the memories that came to mind when he walked around.

From what you could understand through multiple conversations about this, he just didn't like being away from you. Being away from you when the blip happened and having no control over your arrest traumatized him in a way he would never admit, but in a way you could see in his eyes every time he had to leave town.

Regardless of what it was that made him resent the compound so much, you knew that it was a whole lot easier for him when you tagged along. So now he found a lot of creative reasons to try and drag you to New York.

Each reason was more creative than the last, and you said yes every single time he asked. At this point in your relationship, you were pretty sure you've spent over four months time in New York and it was starting to feel like a second home.

"You know you don't really need a reason to get me to New York right?" You smiled. "I'd love to spend our half anniversary with you, and I'll go with you to wherever you need to go."

"But coming up with a reason is half the fun" Steve admitted.

"Is this fun?" You questioned, motioning to the dough in your hands.

"This is exhausting!" He answered honestly, earning a laugh from you.

"You know what I love about going to the compound with you?"

"That Nat is there?" He questioned.

"That I get to learn about all the cool things you do for once. It's like going to the Avengers bakery and kneading the Captain America loaf!" You explained. "But yeah, I do love seeing Nat."

Steve giggled at your analogy, loving every second of watching your skillful hands try their absolute hardest to make his faulty dough pile work. "I'm always worried that you might be bored whenever I drag you with me."

"Bored?!" You emphasized. "My love, I'm a civilian in the Avengers compound. There's absolutely nothing boring about that."

"Okay, so next week you'll come with me?" He asked just to make sure.

"Of course" you reassured.

"Woohoo!" He shook his shoulders and hips in a little happy dance, hands sill focused on the dough. "Best day ever!"

You laughed at his response, "if this is the best day ever, then I think we should get out more."

"Okay, now is your chance to be honest with me." Steve prompted. "Does that dough lump have any potential at all of becoming anything close to a loaf of bread?"

"You know I love you very, very much?" You smiled, batting your eyelashes.

"Of course I do." Steve giggled.

"We're gonna have to squish this." You told him honestly. "But the bright side is that you're doing so well kneading that loaf, it'll be the prettiest, glutinous loaf to ever come out of this kitchen!"

"You said that so nicely, I'm not even upset about it" Steve shrugged, prompting you to smile.

You walked over to him and rocked up on your tippy toes before smacking a kiss to his cheek. "You're wonderful, we'll try again soon."

Before you knew it, you were right back in New York, smack dap in the compound. Whenever you were here you completely understood that Steve was here to work, so you never expected him to keep you entertained by any means. So you always brought your laptop and took care of business from the comfort of his room or the living room depending on what him and Nat were up to that day.

And 100% of the times you stepped foot into the Avengers home, whoever was lingering around always asked for you to bake them something, and you were always happy to say yes.

This particular night, Nat requested a chocolate chip cheesecake. After going to the store to get everything you needed, making all the parts and popping it in the oven, you started to do the dishes.

Muscular forearms wrapped around your stomach from behind, and the front of Steve's body warmly pressed against your back.

"How's it going, baby?" He questioned.

"Good, almost done in here." You responded while enjoying every second of his embrace. "How are you? Sleepy?"

"So tired." He confirmed. "I have a few hours of work left to get ready for the support group tomorrow but I think Nat is wrapping up for the night. You'll be okay?"

"Of course, I still have to input payroll and enter the supply delivery invoice for the bakery so I have plenty to do." You grinned, wiping your hands off so you could turn around to face him. When you did, you couldn't help but to admire him. His hair, his cute outfit, the fond yet tired look in his eyes. Reaching up, you squeezed his shoulders to try and relax his tense posture as his hands made their way to your hips. "You're so beautiful."

His cheeks turned pink before dropping his head onto your shoulder. "You're beautiful-er."

"Why does it have to be a competition? Just accept your handsomeness and move on" You giggled at his shyness, even after four and a half years together.

"Becauseeeee" he complained. "I'm lucky to have you, and I'm so happy you're here. Then, you're always really nice to me and all the people here that I love and I just can't even process how sweet you are."

You smiled before you both mutually leaned in for a kiss. "I promise you that I feel like the lucky one."

"Impossible." He shook his head in denial with his cheeks stilly adorably rosy. "Thank you for baking for us."

"Anytime, you know I love it."

Steve nodded in agreement. "I'll see you in a few hours?"

"I'll be here." You gave his shoulders another good squeeze. "We'll get those pretty eyes of yours some good rest."

By the time Steve finished up work and made his way back to the living quarters, it was already way past the bedtime he subconsciously made for himself to keep up with living with a baker. 10 at night felt like he had pulled an all nighter, and it seems as though that's how you felt as well considering he found you and Nat asleep on the couch.

Empty plates on the coffee table with Oreo crumbs being the only evidence of the cheesecake you made hours prior, and a movie that Steve had never even heard of playing on the TV provided the only source of light in the big space.

You and Nat had obviously gotten close and comfortable with each other, the shared blanket across your laps and your head plunked over onto Nat's shoulder with her head on top of yours made Steve smile and feel endlessly happy.

As much as you loved Nat, Steve knew Nat needed every drop of love and friendship you could give her. You both knew she was struggling ever since the blip, she spent every waking moment trying to monitor the world and find a solution. Steve didn't even know she was capable of settling down enough for even just a few hours to be able to fall asleep while watching a movie in the first place. You weren't just his sunflower, but everyone's who was lucky enough to earn your love.

Though he hated to break up the adorable scene in front of him, he was just as tired as the two of you evidently were and knew he should get you to bed.

He started by waking up Nat considering you were stuck beneath her. She was a light sleeper so it didn't take more than gently shaking her arm to wake her up, and she came to her senses quickly enough to immediately recognize what Steve was about to do.

"Good morning." Nat grinned, not lifting her head from the top of yours.

"Morning." Steve smiled. "Any chance I could get my girl back so I can send you two off to bed?"

"No. She's mine now." Nat denied. "Shes so cute and cuddly like a little puppy."

"You can have her back in the morning, but if she doesn't get some real sleep she gets a little grumpy." Steve bargained.

"Fine, but she's mine tomorrow. We're gonna go run some errands and grab lunch together."

"That sounds great, you could use a few hours away from this place." Steve encouraged.

"Just for that comment, I'm staying home." Nat joked.

"I will literally pay for both of you to go get your nails done if that means you'll get some fresh, non recirculated air." Steve sassed.

"A manicure and I get to take your girl out? Sign me up." She continued joking.

"The only conditions are that you go get some sleep and let me have nighttime custody of her so that she can get some sleep too."

"You're such a dad." She stated while carefully nudging your head off of her shoulder, then slowly standing up when she had successfully moved you off of her.

"Can I get you anything before you head off to bed?" Steve checked in.

"No, I'm okay. Thank you." She approached him and squeezed his shoulder before he just pulled her in for a hug anyways. "Goodnight, Rogers."

"Night, Romanoff." He reciprocated before letting go and she walked off into her room.

Now, he had you. His precious little lump on the couch. The dishes on the coffee table could be taken care of in the morning, and the TV would auto shut off in an hour or two. So he picked you up and held you tightly in his arms, and you immediately snuggled into neck.

He could tell you woke up at some point considering you started leaving little kisses to his exposed skin before he made it to his room. You were already in your pajamas ready to go, so he gently laid your down on the bed before he changed into some pajama shorts and brushed his teeth before laying down next to you.

Surprisingly, you were still awake and quick to pull the blankets over the two of you as you settled into each other. Appreciating the warmth of his soft bare skin, you laid your head on his chest and wrapped your arm tightly around his stomach, hand resting on the side of his rib cage.

You placed a little kiss to his collar bone before propping yourself up a bit on your arm to spark up a conversation you needed to get off your mind before you could truly get some restful sleep.

"How was the rest of your day, honey?" You questioned as one of his hands slipped up the back of your crewneck, the other drew little circles onto your hip.

"It was okay, pretty routine." He responded softly. "How's Nat doing?"

"That poor girl needs to get a life away from all of this." You sighed.

"I know" Steve nodded in agreement. "It's really hard to take a step back when you feel directly responsible, but it's not healthy. I've been encouraging her to get out more but she doesn't listen."

"I invited her to stay with us in Greenwood in a few weeks, hopefully she takes me up on that." You moved your hand up to his chest.

"That would be really fun." Steve grinned. "Did you have fun tonight?"

"Mhm, I mostly worked the whole time though." You admitted. "I actually wanted to talk to you about something before we sleep."

"What's going on?" He asked, you could tell he was paying a little closer attention now.

"So I ran some numbers on profit and what not, and just for shits and giggles I reached out to my lender and contractor to see if this was even a possibility when I had the idea but now that it's looking very possible, I wanted to see how you felt about this..."

"About what?" He raised an eyebrow in anticipation.

"What would you think about me opening a second location of the bakery?" You asked.

His face immediately lit up in a big smile. "Darling, that's incredible! You should absolutely do it if you feel comfortable enough."

"I do feel really good about it." You confirmed. His happy response made your heart soar. When you first opened Nice to be Kneaded, your last partner ridiculed you every single day. He thought the idea of owning a business would simply be too much of a challenge for you. He told you that you'd never succeed, that it would go under and cause debts for the rest of your life. Though you were at a point in your relationship with Steve where you never doubted his ability to be a kind person, his kindness still made you happy every single day. "The reason I really wanted to ask you is because I was advised the best location to break ground in would be New York."

His big smile grew even wider, and the corners of his eyes crinkled with adorable smile lines. "Are you for real?"

"Yeah" you giggled at his response.

"That makes me so happy!" He pouted his lip and furrowed his eyebrows. "I'm so proud of you."

"So I take it that you think this is a good idea?" The smile never left your face.

"I think it's the best idea you've ever had." He exaggerated.

"Then I guess I'll give it the green light first thing tomorrow morning." You settled the issue then settled back into his body.

The two of you talked for a little while about what life would look like with another bakery in New York. Both of you traveled back and forth so often now that dividing your time between two places was already second nature. He even pitched getting the two of you an apartment somewhere between the city and the compound so you both felt more at home when away from Greenwood. Though you loved the idea, you encouraged him to let all these thoughts settle for a day or two until you had a better idea on the logistics of this new endeavor. Besides, it was already late and you were both tired, there was nothing you could even arrange until the morning.

Though you felt settled and completely relaxed snuggled up to him, you played with his hair and tried to get him to relax too. You could feel his tension, but it was normal. No matter how exhausted he was, if he was at the compound his mind was busy and never quite turned off. His thoughts shifted from the happy thoughts of a future where the two of you hopped from bakery to bakery, big city Avenging to a small town simple life to something that had nothing to do with the sweet girl in bed giving him the most delightful cuddles he could've ever wanted.

You knew he was enjoying spending time with you even if his mind was up in the clouds, his hand that never stopped drawing shapes into your back told you that loud and clear.

"What are you thinking about, love?" You asked.

He let out a sigh and his eyes never left the ceiling, then his lips pressed into a straight line, then a forced grin and he finally looked at you. "What do we do if we can't find a way to undo what Thanos did?"

"What do we do," You motioned to the two of you "or what do the Avengers do?"

"Both. Either." He said, desperate to hear the right answer he couldn't find.

"Well I think both have the same answer." You shrugged. "Acceptance, then moving on."

He gave you the most adorable stink eye you've ever seen, so cute you had to hold back a giggle. "Why does everyone say that?"

"You preach it every time you hold a support group, no?" You questioned.

"That's different."

"How so?"

"Civilians aren't responsible for what happened, they deserve to live their lives exactly how they would if this never happened." He explained.

Whenever he spoke about the situation, you could feel a genuine pain in your chest. His feelings about the snap were like a rollercoaster. Some days, he could see the benefits, he could almost understand why Thanos did what he did. He could go about his day with acceptance, go to sleep with the intention of continuing to rebuild tomorrow. Then sometimes he'd wake up that next morning feeling the weight of every blipped person on his shoulders. As if he was the one who decided this needed to happen. That weight seemed to double every time he was in New York.

So with an ache in your heart, you tried to put a bandage over his. "Right now are you looking for the truth, or are you looking for reassurance?"

He groaned at your level-headedness, before shoving his face into your neck. "I'm looking for anything or anyone to just tell me it's going to be okay."

Understanding now that he needed reassurance instead of actual logical advice, you caressed the back of his head with your hand and used your other arm to hold him safe and sound against you. "Of course it's going to be okay, sweet boy.

"I'm sorry, I'm not trying to be so... grim, I just- I have to be strong all day every day for everyone else and sometimes you're the only one who can be strong for me." He admitted.

You kissed the top of his head a few times before providing the words he probably really needed to hear. "Life was okay yesterday, and the day before that, and it'll continue being okay tomorrow, and every day after that just like it has been for the past five years. Nobody blames you for what happened, and all of you guys deserve to move on too, not just civilians. The ground is still under your feet, the sky is still above your head and I'll never leave your side. The sun and moon are still taking turns, so I'm pretty confident when I say that everything is fine."

"That was great" Steve mumbled into your neck.

"Yeah? You feel any better?" You questioned with a smile.

"Mhm, I'm gonna use that in the support group tomorrow."

You smiled, though he couldn't see it before squeezing the back of his neck. "I love you, you're not going to bring back half the population from bed."

"I love you too, should I get up?"

"Go to sleep" You whispered directly into his ear, earning his sweet laugh that you loved so much.

"You first, traitor." Steve said playfully.

"Traitor?! Why am I a traitor?" You asked, feigning offense.

"You we're cuddling Natasha and not me." Steve fake cried.

You laughed before stating "Excuse me?! You've kissed Nat before, so I don't want to hear anything about my cuddles, sir!"

"Ugh?!" Steve was immediately taken back. "She kissed me and it was for a mission! Don't even start with that!"

You couldn't help but continue laughing at how flustered that statement made him. "Poor, Stevie! Your cheeks are so pink."

"I miss 10 seconds ago when you didn't bring that up." He pouted, a smile prevailing past his attempts to pretend like this conversation wasn't funny. "It was a life or death escape situation and we've never done anything romantic since then, okay?"

"I'm not bothered, baby" You continued smiling while prying his hands away from covering his face. "Were your bothered by our cuddles?"

"No, not at all." He denied. "I actually thought it was really adorable, I was just joking."

"And I think it's really cute that you and Nat shared a smooch" You pinched his cheek between two fingers.

"She implied that I was a bad kisser, by the way." Steve giggled. "So, neither of us enjoyed that experience."

You laughed at the confession before cooing, "awww poor, Stevie. Did that hurt your pride?"

"It wasn't a fair assessment, I wasn't ready for it." He defended himself.

"Exactly, you're a great kisser." You smoothed over the review that obviously stuck around with him for a while. "I know from experience!"

"Thanks, Baby. I appreciate your input on the matter." He gave your hip a nice squeeze.

"I'll be sure to talk to Nat about it in the morning to try and sway her opinions on it ." You joked.

"Absolutely do not do that" His eyebrows raised in horror.

You laughed once more before cupping his face and laying a long one on him. "I would never."

"Good, cause I think the sleepiness has taken over the both of our brains and made us a little crazy." He smiled.

You rested your head back onto its rightful spot on his shoulder, your hand rested over his heart and his free hand that wasn't on your back lovingly wrapped around your wrist. "Are you going to be able to shut your brain off long enough to fall asleep?"

"Of course" He appeased your worries about him. "I always sleep well when you're with me. You're like a little sleeping pill, the second you fall asleep on me, you put me to sleep too."

"Cheese ball" You poked fun at him with a content smile as you closed your eyes and wrapped the blankets tighter around the both of you.

"I might be cheesy, but I always will be. And I'm proud of it!" He agreed.

"I love it so much." You admitted. "And I love you so much."

"I love you too." He kissed the top of your head. "Goodnight, Sunflower."

"Sweet dreams, Stevie."

Not even two whole minutes of silence and attempts at sleeping went by before Steve gasped.

"Wait... are you asleep?" He asked, using his hands to dramatically shake you. "Wake up! This is important!"

"I'm awake, I'm awake!" You alerted his urgency. "Jeez dude, you're scrambling my brain."

"Oh good! You're awake!" He said. You didn't have to see his face to know he was wearing a big sarcastic smile. Steve's favorite hobby was definitely being a little shit.

"What a blessing." You mumbled.

"I forgot to ask you out on a date tomorrow night!" He enthused.

"Sorry dude, I think we're better just as friends." You carried on the tradition of your favorite inside joke.

"Sooooooo... should I cancel the engagement ring?" He quipped.

Recently the two of you were talking about getting married a lot, and if there was two things you both agreed on it's that a marriage was definitely in the books for the two of you soon, and that being engaged should never be truly be a surprise. Sure, time and place of the proposal as a surprise was the fun part, but both of you setting clear intentions and a well timed future that flowed at a comfortable pace for the two of you was important.

"A date sounds great!" You overly enthused.

"Great! I made dinner reservations without asking first so I'm glad you said yes."

"Risky business, Rogers." You smiled.

"Okay now go to sleep." He giggled.

"You first..." You poked his chest with very low effort.

When the morning came, you were up and out way before Steve was to start your morning with Nat. She wanted to get back to the compound before a planned call with affiliates of the Avengers, so the two of you snuck out before most of the compound was awake. Much like most mornings when you woke up before Steve, you covered him up with the blankets nice and snug, kissed him goodbye, and wished him a great day.

A nice long walk and chat followed by coffee, breakfast, and a nice relaxing manicure had Nat feeling brand new.

You dropped her off at the compound then left again to meet up with a friend of yours that lived pretty close by. While catching up on each others lives for a few hours, Steve called you.

Figuring he didn't realize you were busy, you denied the call to clue him in to text you instead. You often times did this if he needed to get through to you at work. But this time, your sunflower necklace lit up four times, a number that didn't have a code attached, then your phone rang again.

Figuring it was probably important, you excused yourself and quickly picked up the call.

"Hi, baby." You spoke timidly into the phone.

"Hi, I'm sorry to interrupt I know you're busy." He sighed. You could tell by his tone that his brain was fried.

"No worries, is everything okay?" You questioned.

"Remember Scott Lang? Ant-Man?" He asked.

"Yeah, yeah I do." You nodded though he couldn't see you. "He was blipped right?"

"You see, that's the weird part." Steve puffed out a confused chuckle. "He's at the compound. He just... showed up."

"What?!" You said louder than you probably should, earning weird looks from strangers around you.

"Yeah, he was stuck in the quantum realm and now he's here, and we think-" He started but cut himself off to think about how he was going to phrase this without worrying you.

But the pause was deafening. "You think what?"

"I think you should make your way back here whenever you're done with your friend so we can talk about it more."

"That sounds so scary" You admitted.

"No, everything is fine. I promise." He reassured you.

"Should I come home right now?"

"No, baby, it's okay" He tried to calm you down once again. "Nothing to be anxious about. I just think we need to visit Tony and get a few other ducks in a line and I want to make sure I can get you someplace safe before we start looking into this more."

"So you guys found some good hope?" You asked, this time with a smile knowing that's exactly what Steve needed.

"A lot of hope and possibly the craziest pipe dream of all time, but we can get into that when you get here, okay?"

"Okay" You sighed. "Everyone's okay?"

"Everyone is fine." Steve smiled. "I want you to keep having fun with your friend. I'll see you later."

"See you soon. Love you"

"Love you too."

Though he tried his hardest to reassure you that everything was fine, you couldn't clear your head of the endless possibilities of what this could mean for the future of the whole universe. Those thoughts didn't even allow you to fully appreciate or give your undivided attention to your friend, so you called it a day as soon as you could. And when you arrived back at the compound, you immediately spotted Steve sitting outside on a bench.

You could tell his mind was occupied by a billion racing thoughts, his breathing was steady and there was a pinch in his brows.

Approaching slowly and sitting next to him, he wrapped you up in a side hug before kissing your temple and letting you go. "What's going on, Honey?"

He sighed in appreciation as your hand found its way to his back, rubbing long, firm strips up and down to comfort him. "We think we can time travel."

"What?" Your hand stopped in place.

"Go back in time before Thanos, get the stones from a bunch of different points in time, snap again." Steve explained like it was the most simple idea in the world.

"But..... how?" You we're blown away by the possibility, but the biggest part of you was terrified of what that meant for him, the world, and the entire future.

"Something to do with pym particles and a quantum tunnel, I don't really understand it." Steve explained, his mind was wandering miles away from him. "We have Bruce en route to work on that, but we're going to get Tony. Try to assemble the whole team again."

You didn't quite have the words at the moment, nor the time to even process this as a possibility. Whenever you couldn't quite grasp a concept that was much larger than you, but whenever you felt so tiny in the vastness of the universe, Steve was always there to put you on his shoulders and make you feel big again. "How do you feel about this?"

"I feel ready to just get it done." He explained.

"Are you scared?" You plopped your head down onto his shoulder, he nestled his cheek into the crown of your head.

"No" He denied softly. "Are you?"

"If you're not then I'm not" You smiled. That was a lie, but you always tried to not burden him with your own fears.

Though letting him out of your grasp and straight into battles often appeared in your own nightmares, you reeled in your feelings as to not disrupt his own peace. As often as you wanted to tell him to be careful, beg him not to do risky things like go to space in a ship being piloted by a raccoon to kill a titan that killed half the universe, you trusted him. His entire life was rich with risk assessment that only made him more and more successful the more he lived.

So if he wasn't scared, you'd try not to be either.

"Well, maybe that's a lie. Maybe I am a little scared." Steve retracted his statement.

"Well shit" You joked, earning a laugh from the sweet man.

"I'm scared it's not going to work, and I'm scared of putting anything on the line when my only goal for the future is a life with you." He admitted. "Everything else, I'm not scared of."

This time, your arms wrapped him up and didn't let him go. He was letting his Steve Rogers shine through in a place you typically only saw Captain America. Though he would argue that those two people were the same, you thought he was so very wrong.

Steve was still the little guy he once was. Sensitive and gentle, he'd cry over videos of cute animals doing cute things, decorate cookies with you and asked to be cuddled for as long as he could get you to stay still. But Cap... Cap was strong. Nothing could tear him down. When the uniform was on or public and teammates eyes were on him, he had to be the leader. He stood tall, refused to shed a tear regardless of any circumstance thrown his way. Everyone looked at him to guide them through.

You loved both versions of him, and both were truthful of his character, but it was also true that Steve was a version of himself he was only comfortable showing to the people he loved the most.

So you gave Cap the space he needed to be firm and strong, and gave Steve the space he needed to be vulnerable. Sometimes that looked like a little snuggle on a bench outside of the Avengers compound.

Very surface level and as deep down as could be, he knew that Cap couldn't be the fighter he was without you nurturing Steve. He was strong because you were compassionate, and everyday he amounted his power to you.

"I love you so very much," you started.

"But?" He raised an eyebrow, already anticipating the kicker.

"But doing this is exactly what you need in order for you to live the life you want." You explained. "You and I both know you'd live the entire rest of your life with guilt if the Avengers don't find a way to fix this. And though I don't agree that any of this is your fault, I know you feel that burden every single day. So in a certain way, I think for once, this is a great fight for yourself."

He sat and considered it for a second. "I don't have it in me to fight for myself, so I'm going to consider this a fight for you."

"A happy, relaxing future with you is all I want." You kindled his fire. Though you wished he could fight for himself, any incentive to get him through would work in this moment. "And i'd love to see Sam again and meet Bucky."

"I miss them so much" Steve stated, you could hear the sadness in his voice.

You lifted your head to give him a kiss. Your soft lips mingled for a little while before pulling away and resting your forehead against his. "Everything is going to be okay."

"I think so too" He agreed.

"And if it doesn't pan out the way you all hope, then I hope you know that everything will be okay that way too."

"Well that's not an option." He gently shook his head.

"Hard headed!" You pulled away and raised your hand to gently poke him right in the center of his forehead. He laughed, knowing his words would irritate you. "You drive me crazy!"

"I love driving you crazy" His smile prevailed.

"Really? I couldn't tell." You said sarcastically, feeling the effects of his contagious smile.

"And I'd love it even more if I can keep annoying you on our date tonight." He brought up.

"Stevie" Your face softened. "We can reschedule that if you need to, you know I understand."

"No, I definitely don't want to cancel that." He denied firmly. "Not to bring up the past or anything, but the last time I rescheduled a date it didn't turn out too well for me."

"Awwwww" You cooed. "Classic Cap history"

"Yeah, and we're rewriting it because I'm not doing that again" he said with a chuckle.

"I'm more than happy to help you out with that" You agreed, giving his leg a little squeeze. "How's Scott doing? I'm sure this is a lot to process."

"He seems to be doing alright, but that leads me to something Nat and I talked about that I wanted to present to you."

"What's up?"

"It's no secret that you're kind've one of the most amazing and comforting humans alive, and we were supposed to go home in 2 days but..." He took a moment to find the right words. "I'm my best when you're around, and whether you've noticed or not, everyone is happier when you're here. So we were wondering if you could stay a little longer just to kinda help keep spirits up. I know you have the bakery at home but it could be a pretty crucial part in saving half the world."

"I can't imagine I'd have any crucial part in any of that, but I'll stay for you alone." You giggled.

"Obviously I'll bring you home before the time travel happens because it's such unknown territory, I'd want you far away from the compound. But we're going to bring everyone we've got here, including Thor who we heard is going through a rough patch. I think your love would go a far way."

"And cookies" You grinned.

"Cookies would definitely help."

"Can Rocket eat chocolate chips?" You pondered.

"He's a raccoon, not a dog." Steve reminded you.

"That doesn't answer my question." You eyebrow raised. "What about Nebula? Do cyborgs eat food? Ooh! I know Bruce likes chocolate, and Tony likes hazelnut because they had those Ben and Jerry's ice cream flavors so maybe I'll make Nutella cookies so it's the best of both worlds. Do you know what Rhodey likes? I have Nat covered. Thor probably li-"

"Baby, Baby" Steve cut you off with a giggle. "Don't stress yourself out now. You're not here to take care of us, just keep being you"

"This is me." You laughed. "Have you ever seen me not like this?"

"You know what? That's fair." He agreed.

"Ooh! And I bet Nat knows exactly what Clint would want!" You chirped. "...I should call the bakery..."

Next Part: Crawl Home to You

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rachetmath · 1 month

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No Games

(Please never gamble or get baited into anything. I beg you. And know when you are gambling don't bet too far.)

Jaune and Ruby were playing a fighting game while they were on a break from missions. They were having as Ruby was always winning while Jaune wins about 4-6 rounds. Ruby sometimes thinks Jaune was going easy on her but after seeing his skills she now thinks he is just a scrub. Well, that was when Yang showed up.

Yang: Yo, how are you two?

Ruby: Doing fine, BUT Jaune is having a bad day.

Jaune: What can I say I am not a gamer.

Ruby: I can tell. You are making obvious mistakes.

Yang: Really? Hm. How about we make things more interesting?

Ruby paused the game for a moment. She thought about what Yang said. She didn’t know what she meant until she remembered the last time her sister pulled something like a...

Ruby: ( Money match.) Yang. Look. He’s new. He’s innocent. Please don’t do this.

Yang: Come on. It’s all in good fun.

Jaune: What is it?

Ruby: Jaune, listen to me, just-

Yang covers Ruby’s mouth and then talks to Jaune, who was confused.

Yang: Here’s the thing Jaune. I would like to play with you. If…

Jaune: If?

Yang presents some money.

Jaune: Oh…*disappointed * You’re one of those players. Okay sure.

Yang: Really?

Ruby: Really?!

Jaune: Yeah. Set it up. How much?

Yang was happy as she would be making easy money. To keep the money flowing Yang started small. She placed five dollars in, however, to Yang and Ruby’s surprise, Jaune place ten. Jaune smiles as the girls were staring at him then at each other. Yang and Jaune then selected their characters and stage and got ready to fight.

Yang: (*laugh* You fool. You have no idea what you are getting yourself into. I am the champion of this game. I know every character. I know every move. There is zero chance of me losing. Especially to scrub like you.)

The stage was loaded and both players were ready for combat. When the announcer said “Fight”, Yang charged at Jaune, scoring massive damage as she landed a few hits. She then unleashed a fury of combos and just like that Round one was finished.

Yang: (Oh yeah. Easy money.)

Yang was getting smug but Jaune… wasn’t phased. He was unamused at Yang;

Jaune: (I’m going to blow this bitch out the water. I hate players like her. Money match. Money match. You got a job that pays more than this. Mm, I got to break her spirit now.)

Round 2 begins and Yang once charges in. She was able to do damage, but something went wrong. When she tried to do a combo, Jaune was blocking her every move. Jaune then counters her next attack and in one moment, Jaune was the one with the upper hand as he unleashed a fury of creative combos, combos Yang and Ruby had never seen. Jaune then ends the round with a super move and wins.

Yang: (Wait. Wait a minute…. Did he… no. no. I just messed up. I’ll get him. Easy money.)

Jaune: (Mm, the girl is so shocked she doesn’t even know what happened. I bet she thought I was going to be easy money too. It’s a good thing I went easy on her sister.)

Round 3 starts but this time Jaune was on the assault. He was fierce. He didn’t let up. Yang tries as she might to gain the upper hand, but every time Jaune parries or counter her attack. Yang was helpless as Jaune lets out an ultra-move and the battle ends. Jaune wins. Again.

Jaune: Well, I got lucky today.

Ruby: *suspicious* Yeah… lucky.

Yang: *shocked*(I lost. I LOST?! How?! Wasn’t he just losing to Ruby?! No! No, I can’t let this slide.)

Jaune was about to take the money but then Yang stops him. Confused Jaune asked;

Jaune: What’s wrong? (Oh no, she is not-)

Yang: Run it back.

Jaune: (Oh my gosh!) But-

Yang: Run. It. Back.

Jaune: You sure? (Don’t do this.)

Yang: Yes.

Jaune: Okay. How much? (Here we go.)

Yang this time laid out a 20 as well as Jaune, and the bet was placed. They selected their characters and stage once again and waited for the fight to start. Then Round 1 begins and Yang wasn’t having it as she to tries take Jaune by surprise. Sadly, she failed as Jaune counters her. He then started to win both rounds one and two with no effort, scoring another win. This left Ruby astonished. Her sister didn’t just lose once but twice. Then she thought about the times she played Jaune. She realized the difference between how he was playing against her and how he was playing now. For her, he was moving very slow. He was barely pressing buttons. He falls for the simplest of setups. And he rarely wins. But Ruby remembers when she once insulted Jaune and then he started to play differently. Now she is seeing it again. “But why is he playing that way now?”, she wonders. Ruby then realized what’s happening.

Ruby: Wait, Yang, stop. Don’t gamble with him any further.

Yang: What? Why?

Ruby: Yang, listen to me. Okay, he was holding back with me.

Jaune: No, Ruby, I swear I am going all out. (Nope, I’m still holding back. I’m still on normal difficulty.)

Ruby: No. Yang, he is setting you up. He might not be trying as hard.

Jaune: Ruby come on. (Damn. She got good insight.)

Ruby: Okay, on Arc, you’re not holding back.

Jaune: *silent* (DAMN RUBY, YOU A FUCKING DETECTIVE OR SOMETHING?! Am I that obvious?)

Ruby: See! Look at him. He’s serious. He is setting you up.

Yang: Look Ruby, I got this. I can beat this guy.

Ruby: Yang I’m telling you don’t do this.

Yang ignores Ruby and places 50 on the table. Ruby, giving up, decides to see how this unfolds. The third match begins, Yang loses and places 30 more dollars. In the fourth match, Yang loses again and places 10 more dollars. In the fifth match, Jaune gets perfect victories, and Yang loses again. This kept going until Yang had nothing left to give.

Yang: *enraged*

Jaune: Well, as they always say, “Get good scrub.” *laughs*

Ruby: You’re a demon Jaune.

Jaune: Yes. But I’m the demon you need. Anyways, well Yang, good game. I hope there are no hard feelings, and we can-

Yang: Run it back.

Jaune: I’m sorry what?

Yang: One more match. Winner takes all.

Jaune and Ruby stare at each other in concern, believing Yang to have lost her mind.

Jaune: (S-she can’t be serious. I-is she? I could have sworn I took all her money.) Okay… but you don’t have anything left to-

Jaune was cut off as Yang threw something at his face. He didn’t know what it was until he removed it. It turned out to be Yang’s panties.

Jaune: Why did you-?

Yang: All or nothing.

Jaune: Yang I don’t under-

Yang: All or nothing.

Jaune and Ruby thought about what she meant until they both realized what’s going on. Ruby then slowly stands up and slaps her sister in the face. Jaune even gives her the look that screams “Have you lost your brain somewhere”.

Ruby: Seriously? Really?

Yang: What’s the problem?

Jaune What the prob- Yang, listen, you are being reckless right now. It’s just a game. Okay. Just walk away. Take your L. And be the bigger person here.

Yang: Are you scared Vomit Boy?

Jaune: Yang, I am giving you a chance to walk away with your pride and dignity! Mostly your pride.

Ruby: Please don’t do this!

Yang: Run it back.

Jaune: Yang, on Arc, once we make this deal, I expect you to see it through. Okay, on Arc, I will take what’s mine. Alright? No bullshit. This is on the family. I will keep it.

Yang: Challenge accepted.

Jaune: Okay. I warned you.

Jaune and Yang went another round. Yang was trying her hardest in the first round. She lands a couple of hits and made a few successful combos, leaving Jaune with quarter health. Sadly, Jaune came back and won the round. In round 2, Yang decided to be unpredictable and tries to throw Jaune off. But, Jaune shut her down as he stops her dead in her tracks. He then counters with his throw and followed up with a massive combo. But he wasn’t he done. Jaune gave Yang no room to think, as he continued his assault, destroying her health. And once Yang was on 35% hp, Jaune unleashed his ultra-move, which automatically ends the fight. And like that, Jaune was the victor once again. And to make matters worse it was a perfect victory. Yang, realizing she lost not only the game but now has to live up to her deal with Jaune. Yang was sweating as she slowly looks at Jaune who stares back at her, with no emotion on his face. His eyes were uncaring as he was about to live up to what he said. Yang then looks at Ruby as she gave her a disappointed look on her face while shaking her head.

Yang: Um… look Jaune I’m-

Jaune: No, it’s time to pay up.

Yang: Jaune… please man…. Just once. Please throw me a bone.

Jaune gets up and starts taking off his clothes right in front of her.

Jaune: I can’t do that. As an Arc, I always keep my word.

Yang: *tears coming out her eyes* Please man, I-I have a girlfriend. Blake sh-she will be-

Ruby: I am on the scroll with Blake right now and Yang, she wants to talk to you.

Ruby hands the scroll to Yang. However, Ruby informs Yang she knows and isn’t too happy about it.

Yang: Hello?

Blake: Hi Yang.

Yang: Blake… I-I know I messed up but-

Blake: Yang. Do it.

Yang: Bu-but Blake I-

Blake: You made the bet Yang. It’s time to pay. I understand. However, I have a question. Would you have kept it secret from me?

Yang was in silence. She had no idea how to answer that kind of question. However, Blake, from Yang’s silence, felt she knew the answer, and states;

Blake: I’m breaking up with you.

Yang: Wait what? Blake? Blake please I-

Blake: I can’t be with someone willing to be dishonest with me. I’m sorry. Goodbye Yang.

Yang, trying to explain herself, was stopped as Blake hung up her scroll. Yang then turns back to Jaune, who was already naked. Jaune then slowly approaches her, but Yang tried to escape. Yang ran to the nearest door only to have Ruby blocking her way. Yang stares at Ruby, filled with betrayal, as her sister was blocking her only exit.

Yang: Ruby.

Ruby: Yang, you have to honor your word.

Yang: But-

Ruby: If you don’t. Then I will. If that’s okay with you, Jaune?

Jaune: Sure.

Ruby: What’s it going to be Yang? Me or you?

Yang thought about it. Yang didn’t want to but then she remembered Ruby and her as children. Yang was always ready to help Ruby when she could. She was her sister. Her protector. She could not back out of the deal nor let Ruby pay for her sins. She took a deep breath and made her choice clear. She then gently places her hands on Ruby’s face and states.

Yang: Go upstairs. Put on your headphones. And don’t come down until I say so. Okay?

Ruby: Alright.

Yang kisses Ruby on her forehead and tells her she loves her. Ruby then walks upstairs as Yang waves back at her while closing and locking the door. Ruby then goes to her room and grabs her headphones. She then turns on her favorite song and closes her eyes, trying to immerse herself into another world. She does that while noise was happening back with Jaune and Yang, with Yang screaming as couldn’t hold back her moans of pleasure as Jaune proceeds to ravage her body. And once it was over, Jaune leaves with all the money he has won, but with no satisfaction on his face. Yang lay on a chair, ashamed, feeling defeated. It was supposed to be a game, but it turned into a tragedy.

Yang: And that’s why I am mad at Jaune. Ruby is upset with me. And Blake broke up with me.

Ren, Nora, Emerald, and Weiss are trying to process this but then Ren decides to speak.

Ren: Yang, I am not going to lie, what was wrong with you?

Yang: Huh.

Nora: Why would you make a bet like that?

Yang: I thought I would win.

Weiss: But you didn’t.

Yang: I didn’t know he be that committed.

Ren: We’re talking about the same guy who cheated Beacon.

Emerald: We’re talking about the same guy who is willing to challenge Cinder.

Weiss: We’re talking about same guy who was willing to steal from the Atlas military.

Nora: The same guy who killed Penny to make sure Cinder doesn’t get the maiden powers.

REWN: You seriously telling us, he isn’t about commitment.

Yang: Yeah that is true, he was ready to enter a giant whale to save Oscar. But he violated me!

Emerald: Bullshit, you escalated that situation. He gave you a choice to walk away.

Yang: … Well…. Ruby-

Weiss: Was willing to sleep with Jaune in your place. Don’t call her a traitor.

Yang: Well-

Nora: Plus how was the sex with Jaune?

Yang: Well- I-I mean h-he did take it slow and… let me have control the entire time.

Emerald: Oh~ So, he was the bottom. Also, you gave consent the moment you made the bet.

Yang had nothing to say.

Weiss: Girl, ge-get out. Just leave.

Yang was prepared to leave and as she opened the door, she saw Blake and Ruby. But they were holding hands.

Ruby: Hi Yang.

Yang: Hey…. What’s going on?

Blake: Well, Ruby and I decided that we….

Yang: What?! No! No, Blake, that is my sister.

Ruby: Hey! You banged my boyfriend. *grabs Blakes ass* Now I going to bang you girlfriend.

Blake: Ex-girlfriend now. Bye Yang.

Ruby and Blake head upstairs leaving Yang stumbled.

Yang: But he wasn’t even your boyfriend.

Ruby: He’s a boy and my friend so it counts.

Blake: Bye traitor.

Yang sits in a corner and wallows in shame. However, Jaune arrived and sits beside her.

Jaune: You, okay?

Yang: This is all your fault.

Jaune: Is it? Is it really?

Yang: Okay, the fault was partially mine.

Yang and Jaune were in silence until;

Yang: So? Um… do you--- you know… wanna-

Jaune: Do it again?

Yang grabs Jaune’s shirt and pulls him into a deep kiss and releases him.

Yang: Yes. Right here. Right now.

Jaune: But our friends are-

Yang: Fuck them. Do me. Now.

Jaune: Fine but I’m in charge this time.

Yang: Oh~ Fearless leader~

#rwby #jaune arc #ruby rose #yang xiao long #weiss schnee #lie ren #nora valkyrie #blake belladonna #emerald sustrai #jaune x yang #rwby dragonslayer #ruby x blake #rwby ladybug

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helloo it's the minjae anon again!

I looked ur prompt list and I wanted to ask a imagine with the 4th prompt w buzz love-&tem plss

hope ur doing great and thx in advance

♡︎The Buzzing Sound - Minjae♡︎

A/n: hello anon! Thank you for requesting <3 I also hope your doing great and your oh so very welcome please do enjoy if you have any more requests you can always come and ask my inbox is always open

Member: Minjae x Reader

Date: 7-28-23

Words: 1002

Genre: Fluff, Childhood Friends To Lovers, song Fic

TW: cursing : secrecy : teasing : mentions of Food : Mentions of Soda :

Prompts: "Your So Stupid" & "Buzz Love - &Team"

Summery: You and Minjae have been friends since birth you've stuck with him threw thick and thin every heartbreak, new relationships, puberty and he's stuck with you unbeknownst to both of your feelings towards one another

Every Friday you and Minjae have a dedicated Movie Night each month a different genre of movies an idea Minjae came up with but tonight however Minjae was acting a little off towards you hiding his phone even went as far as to change his pincode so you can't get in. He'd even take off into the bathroom for 30 minutes or longer talking on the phone with someone but whispering quiet enough so you can't hear him

("Yesterday and today are also normal days"

昨日と今日も普通の days

Just you and me, just you and me

"But I'm more worried than yesterday"

でも昨日よりずっと気になってる)

Minjae left the bathroom coming out looking a lot less stress and set his phone back into the phone cage "do you have a girlfriend or something?" You asked giggling as you took the popcorn out the microwave your question caught Minjae off guard as his head whipped towards you catching his reaction out the corner of your eye

Made you double over in laughter "holy fuck you do!" You spoke threw your laughter at this point Minjae was so panicked "nononono its nothing like that trust me I'd let you know the moment I'm talking in that way with her!!" He said waving his hands in the air "oh my gosh calm down Minjae it's ok it's not a big deal" you said finally calming down from your laughing fit

Minjae twisted his head to the right side in confusion "what" you said "Minjae? You never call me Minjae....did I do something?" He asked more panic setting in "not really, why guilty conscience?" You said teasing him farther "wh-what-" he stuttered causing you to giggle

"calm yourself Jae whatever is going on with you, you don't have to tell me. I don't have to know every little thing going on in your life" you said making your way over to the couch with your bowl of popcorn

("Even if it's like a popcorn"

It's like a popcorn 蓋しても

"It's overflowing, so what should I do now?"

溢れ出すからあぁもうどうしよう

"Only these feelings are blooming my heart is in the air"

この感情だけ咲いてる my heart is in the air)

Soon enough Minjae caught up with two bottles of Soda in his hands once he sat down you pressed play on the movie and set the bowl between you two after awhile of you and Minjae laughing at the bad acting he suddenly got quiet again but this time he paused the movie and moved the popcorn off the couch and turned to face you seeing Minjae has turned towards you, you turned towards him

("Only these feelings are blooming my heart is in the air"

この感情だけ咲いてる my heart is in the air

"Before you know it, your eyes will follow you everywhere"

気づけば目で追う everywhere

I'm thinking about you)

"Y/n" he said as he looked in your eyes you started to feel nervous, Seeing how nervous you are Minjae took your hands in his and held them between you two "I wanna tell you something but I'm afraid it will ruin our friendship" he said quietly "I assure you it won't, it's ok you can tell me" you said the nervousness still there as you rubbed the back of his hands with your thumbs

"I-" Minjae started and suddenly got quiet he sighed and looked at the ground before looking back up at you instead of speaking Minjae showed you what he ment by kissing you your eyes grew wide before closing as you melted into the kiss after what felt like an eternity you two pulled away with a small "smooch" sound that echoed like a pen drop in silence

("in my eyes you"

僕の目には you

"only you shine"

君だけ映える

La-la-la-la, la-la-la, buzz love

La-la-la-la, la-la-la, buzz love)

While you were catching your breath you suddenly felt Minjaes lips on yours again this time more desperate losing your breath even more Wich you didn't know was possible you pulled back and pushed Minjae back a little "y/n....I like you" he said a shy smile on his face "I think I already got that Minjae" you faked a disappointed face and touched his shoulder

He rolled his eyes before shrugging your hand off and looked at you waiting for a real answer "I like you too Minjae" you said before kissing his nose his smile grew wide as he jumped on you hugging you by your waist "will you be my s/o?" Minjae asked as he looked at you "your so stupid..." You told him his eyes widened with sadness and heartbreak "wha-" you cut him off by kissing him after pulling away

You nodded your head with a smile on your face your answer only made Minjae happier as he hugged you tighter and hid his face into your neck the rest of the night you and Minjae spent cuddling into one another watching shitty movies and making fun of the acting

(won't stop ringing

鳴り止まない

Buzz love for you

La-la-la-la, la-la-la, buzz love

La-la-la-la, la-la-la

won't stop ringing

鳴り止まない

Buzz love for you)

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loveroftoomanyfandoms · 2 months

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Every Little Thing *He* Does is Magic, Chapter 3

Pairing: Platonic Steven Grant x Reader (for now)

Rating: T

Word count: ~900

Story Summary: The events of Every Little Thing She Does is Magic, retold from Reader's perspective after the fact to her best friend.

Tags/Warnings: Companion fic, canon Divergent since Steven still works for the British Museum post-canon, No Jake Lockley, developing friendship, spoilers for ELTSDiM

A/N: Enjoy Reader's perspective of the gala!

Y/N yawned as she took her shoes off and flexed her toes. While the heels she had chosen to wear to the museum gala that evening were fashionable, they hadn't been the most comfortable to have been wearing while on her feet all night. Gotta remember to wear flats to the next one.

She was exhausted but had promised to call Amy as soon as she had gotten home, so she sat on her couch and opened their text thread.

Made it home, she typed out. You free to FT?

Less than a minute later, her phone rang with a FaceTime request.

She swiped to answer. “Hey, Ames.”

Amy grinned. “Hey! How was the gala?”

Y/N huffed out a breath. “Oh my gosh, I have so much to tell you.”

She stretched out and got comfortable. “Okay, first of all, like as soon as I got there I was immediately accosted by that one board member who has to brag to me about the original Vermeer he has hanging in his house every single time he sees me, as if one day I'll magically be impressed and take him up on his offer to come see it in person.”

Amy made a face. “Eww. That guy just cannot take a hint that you're not interested.”

“I know. Anyway, I was looking around for some way to escape Cohen when I saw Steven.” Y/N huffed out a breath. “Girl, when I tell you he looks good in a tux…”

She shook her head. “Actually, wait, I have a photo that Helen took of the two of us with the head of Curation. One second.”

She quickly reopened her and Amy’s text thread and sent her the picture.

Amy's eyebrows raised. “Damn. He’s really the whole package, isn't he?”

Y/N laughed. “I know, right?”

“Also, might I say that you look amazing in that dress. I'm actually not surprised Creepy Cohen tried to make another move.”

“Aww, thanks. So anyway, Steven came over and pretended like he had been looking for me in order to discuss ‘important museum business’ and whisked me away, then he got us a couple of drinks and we chatted about work for a bit until it was time for my welcome speech -- which by the way, thanks so much for helping me with that.”

Amy smiled. “Any time, bestie. So did you get to dance with your man after your speech or was it not that kind of party?”

Y/N shook her head. “Not that kind of party, but I did get to talk with Steven some more, get to know him a bit outside of work.”

“...Like as in finding out if he has a girlfriend?”

Y/N huffed out a light laugh. “It doesn't seem like it from what he said, but he does have a pet goldfish named Gus. Oh, and he's studying hieroglyphics.” Y/N bit her lip. “We, um, we actually snuck away from the gala together to go see if we could translate Akhenaten’s sarcophagus.”

Amy raised an eyebrow. “Please tell me that was a euphemism.”

Y/N let out an undignified snort. “Oh my God, Amy. Of course not.”

“You seriously snuck off from a fancy work event with a hot guy that you're majorly jonesing over to do more work? Girl, I love you, but you are such a nerd.”

“What? It was either that or go hide out in my office alone. Besides, I've told you before, regardless of my feelings, I'm sure Steven doesn't return them anyway. He's so formal with me -- it's always ‘yes, ma'am’ this and Dr. Y/L/N’ that.”

Amy smirked. “Maybe he has an authority kink.”

Y/N sat up. “Okay, I'm hanging up now--”

“No, no, wait!” Amy shook her head with a smile. “Seriously, though, maybe that's his way of keeping his distance since you are off limits. You did say he was much more relaxed and maybe even flirty with you before he knew you were the new director.”

“It’s more likely that he’s just not interested. Oh, and apparently I turn into a Victorian maiden at the slightest touch, because I tripped while standing up from crouching in front of Akhenaten's sarcophagus and when Steven grabbed my hand to steady me my brain went completely offline, like I mean full-on ‘ does not compute’ .” Y/N shook her head. “I must've made him uncomfortable because after that it seemed like he couldn't get back downstairs to the gala fast enough.”

“Or he felt a spark too and decided that he needed to get back downstairs before he slammed you up against Akenhament’s sarcophagus and had his wicked way with you.”

Y/N shook her head even as her mind entertained the thought. “It's Akhenaten, and I very highly doubt that. It’s fine, it's just a little crush. I'm sure I'll get over it soon.”

She yawned. “It's almost midnight here and I'm exhausted, so I’m gonna run.”

Amy nodded. “Okay, I'll talk to you tomorrow. Sweet dreams!”

“Thanks, Ames. ‘Night.”

Y/N ended the call and stood, then headed to her bedroom.

She plugged her phone in to charge then got ready for bed.

She climbed into bed and drifted off to sleep almost immediately, dreaming of soft brown eyes and a crooked smile.

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jlheon · 1 month

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penggg! have you listened to bea’s new album? i did and i’m obsessed with california and one time!!

which song was your fave? plus, thoughts on the release? <333

missing your works 💗 (but take your time!!)

hai!!! these are my thoughts!!! (this is how it went & a cruel affair & everything i want) — btw this is kinda long u don’t have to read it all 😭😭

take a bite — 10/10 wbk. i am taking a bite hell yeah i am!!!! this song is so hoonki coded i will not explain further u just have to understand by being on my intellectual level.

california — 9/10 i want to go to california… the whole song is so woah icl! the bridge is insane oh my gosh I LOVE BEABADOOBEE

one time — 10/10 HECK YEAH!!! this song is literally me winning the idgaf war at all times! awesome beat n song n lyrics FUCK YOU !!!!! the outro is actually insane bea the lyrical genius you are… i love her so much

real man — 10/10 U WILL NEVER BE A REAL MAN!!!! this song is also like FUCK U!!! i think i hate men guys freak this i need a gf! again the outro is insane LAWD!!!!

tie my shoes — 9/10 i will sob n throw up this song is so woah. THE ONE PART “lied to a girl u hardly knew but the world thought of you” THE WAY SHE DELIVERS THE LINE IS SO CRAZY BEAUTIFUL I LOVE BEA SO MUCH PLZ TIE MY SHOES

girl song — 10/10 this song is a real representation of me fighting my demons every couple days when i have one of my weekly crash outs woah. i will sob n cry again this is so me unfortunately

coming home — 9/10 it was a 10/10 my first listens but i overplayed it sobs. oh but this song made me cry even just the demo version becoz it makes me think of being married n not having time for each other and that is terrifying LONG DISTANCE I WILL NEVER DO THAT PROLLY.

ever seen — 8.5/10 i like but not as much as the other songs YK. its very happy n peppy tho i hope i have a meetcute one day. TO TELL MY KIDS ABT BRU. this song is jake coded becuz hes the prettiest ever..

a cruel affair — 100/10 me song again! love this instrumental for realz. this song is too short it should be 3 minutes at minimum poo… this song barely has any lyrics too. EXTENDED VERSION PLEASEEEE

post — 8/10 for some reason i don’t understand what this song is about like i was analyzing the lyrics and i rlly don’t know but the song is awesome regardless

beaches — 10/10 Yes! i really want to go on vacation to a tropical place so i can dissociate for a while n get my shit together ngl.. THE INSTRUMENTAL BREAK IS SO GOOD BRU WTF PLEEK I LOVE BEA SM

everything i want — 1000/10 NEED THIS AT MY WEDDING /SRS. no like actually this song makes me so happy n bittersweet plz im everything you want (jake) can we plz get married ill never settle for a regular man. ok but in seriousness its so cute w the lyrics and i hope i feel this way abt someone n vise versa one day when im older! i want to be in love so bad…!!! on REPEAT.

the man who left too soon — 7/10 but only becoz i don’t resonate w any of the lyrics but the song is good it just has to grow on me i reckon…

this is how it went — 1000/10 THIS IS MY SONG. i love the beat so bad it makes me wanna cry but also sway around my room! this song is literally me i love sleeping n not talking to anyone hashtag peng core song!

#꣑୧ — asks #౨ৎ — sofi

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do you take requests if so for the love of god do more boomhauer please it was so damn hot <3 love your work btw

Straight Tequila Night.

Jeff Boomhauer X Fem! Reader (smut)

A/N: Thank you so much for your request, and yes, requests are always open! Sorry for the excruciatingly long wait, sweetheart. I'm pretty worthless when it comes to getting requests done in a timely manner, sorry!! This is heavily based off of John Anderson's Straight Tequila Night, so I suggest listening to it while you read. Whoever can find the most references to the song in the fic wins, haha!

Wordcount: 3.4K

Tags: P*rn with plot, p in v, oral (f receiving), sex with a semi-stranger, smut in the later half of the story

He jetted down the highway, looking for any sign or signal that pointed toward a bar. He never liked traveling outside of Arlen for anything, but when his friends were done drinking for the night and his regular pub was closed, he didn’t mind driving a few miles out of town to get a drink and mingle.

Though Boomhauer was going farther than he originally thought he would need to, he refused to turn around and give up. Instead, he kept on driving down the sparingly lit road. The road there was bumpy, he noticed. Old and cracked pavement, unlike Arlen’s smooth, blacktop roads. He was only twenty or so minutes out of town and he could tell the differences between the two places by how often his car would jump on a jagged crack or pothole too deep to be safe.

Finally, he pulled into the parking lot of a tiny place that did not register as a bar in his mind until a neon sign that read “happy hour, every hour” came into view. The lot was empty besides a car or two in the employee’s spots and a few beat up sedans that were scattered. Boomhauer parked in a spot nearest the door and got out, grabbed his jacket he left in the passenger seat, and shrugged it on. Hands in his coat pockets, he walked in.

For however few cars were in the lot, it looked like even fewer people were even in the place. He surveyed the empty tables and thought to turn right back around to keep looking when a voice called out to him.

“Welcome in,” a woman said.

His head snapped over to the source, finding her behind the bar. He had not noticed her while he was making his earlier assessment of the place. He offered a quick smile in an attempt to combat his previous indirect rudeness and sat at her bar top. Boomhauer took note of the woman’s age: a bit too old to just be working at a place like this, she was likely the owner.

“Never seen you before, you new here?” She leaned over the countertop inquisitively, leaving enough room between the two of them for comfort. “Or just passing through town?”

“Just passing through, ma’am,” he said.

“Ma’am? Gosh, polite, aren’t you? You can call me Mary, none of all that ‘ma’am’ stuff. Your name, if you don’t mind me askin’?”

“Jeff Boomhauer. Friends call me Boomhauer.”

“Alright then, Boomhauer, what’re you havin’ here on this fantastic night?” What Mary lacked in numbers, she made up for in energy and entertainment for the guests she did have. The emptiness of the bar did not seem to bother her.

“Alamo, if you’ve got it.”

“Alamo? Oh, honey, you’re from Arlen aren’t you?” she asked, biting back a laugh when he nodded. “Y’all really love your Alamo, huh? Nobody here drinks it. Thought about replacing it on tap to save my money, glad you’re here to drink it.” Mary bent down, disappearing under the bar to grab the beer mug. “Sixteen ounces okay?” She pulled the tap and filled the cup.

“Mhm, that’s fine by me,” he grabbed the mug and took a swig from it, and looked to his side. He saw a wine glass sitting next to him on a napkin. Before he could ask about it, someone walked over.

“Someone else here, Mary?”

“Yup, (Y/N),” Mary was already turned to the girl’s direction, hearing the click of her heels before hearing her voice, “Out-of-towner from Arlen.”

(Y/N) took her seat next to Boomhauer and faced him. “It’s ‘bout time we see someone who isn’t a regular,” she laughed, holding her hand out. “Nice to meet you.”

Shaking her hand, he replied, “You too, Miss (Y/N).”

“Oh, so polite,” she said. “Didn’t know I was a ‘Miss’ kind of girl!”

“That’s what I was saying too! Jeff Boomhauer, are all Arlen men like this? Because if so, I might need to get me one,” Mary joked while she wiped down the other end of the bar, scrubbing at a stubborn stain.

Boomhauer said nothing in return and instead sipped at his mug quietly, listening in on Mary and (Y/N)’s chat. He allowed himself to peer at her from the corner of his eyes every so often. She was an exceptionally pretty thing: big smile, cute voice, and even cuter laugh. He was normally a talkative man, but feeling so enthralled and out of place made him want to listen especially closely to the two women.

“So, uh,” he cleared his throat, “you come here often?” He internally cringed at his own cliche, but (Y/N) seemed not to mind.

“I’m Mary’s favorite regular, if that gives you any clue.” She looked at him, a sweet smile covering her face.

“Don’t let her fool you, she’s still a pain in my rear,” Mary interrupted absentmindedly.

“See, that’s real love right there,” (Y/N) grabbed Boomhauer’s arm as she chuckled to herself, and let go once she was done. “Hey, do me a favor, would you?”

“Yeah?”

“Take these,” she dug in her purse and pulled out a small handful of quarters. “Put on, uh, K-13 on that ol’ jukebox in that corner.”

“You got it,” he said. He stood up and stepped over to the jukebox, inserting the coins. He hovered his fingers over the number keys of the jukebox’s keyboard and punched in the numbers that she told him to. “I didn’t even know these things were still used,” he said. “Ain’t seen one since I was a kid.”

“I know, right? Used to be my favorite thing: headin’ to a diner with my daddy, popping on whatever song I could with the nickels and dimes he found for me in his car’s cup holders.”

Boomhauer sat back down and watched (Y/N)’s face contort into a fond smile as she went over her memories.

“Yeah, I know what you mean.” He did not try to stop his own smile from forming at her words.

“Well,” she started, “you in town for long?”

“Nah, just tonight. Came here when my dang ol’ favorite place was right n’ closed up. Just trying somethin’ new.”

“Ah, well, cheers to that then!” She held her glass up and clinked it against his. She drank from it again, finishing out the rest of her white wine. “You know, we almost never get people just blowing by here,” she traced the rim of the glass, “the place is just too boring for people, I guess. Empty town and all that.”

“I like it.”

“Hm?”

“I don’t mind it here, man. Nice n’ quiet, wouldn’t say it’s better’n Arlen, but I don’t mind it here,” Boomhauer said, watching (Y/N)’s face warm up from the alcohol, assuming the same was happening to his own face.

“Oh, Boomhauer, don’t say that or else I’ll have to convince you to move here! We could use some more cuties like you here, it’d make it worth hanging around this town.”

“Maybe someday, Miss (Y/N), maybe someday,” he chuckled at her dramatics, but on the inside he felt a sharp spark. She was joking, of course, but the hint of truth behind it was all Boomhauer could hear. He couldn’t possibly move to a new town for a woman he’d known for only the lesser half of an hour, but God, he’d be lying if he said it didn’t feel tempting every time he heard her laugh.

She smirked at him and ushered him to stand up and follow her. She tossed a few bills onto the countertop on both her side and Boomhauer’s, pushing his hand down as he reached into his pocket to pay. “Lightin’ up and headin’ out, Mary,” she called from behind her shoulder.

“Long as you don’t do it in here, hon,” Mary called back. “See you.” She had taken to looking through a magazine while the ‘couple’ were chatting with each other and was still engrossed with what she was reading.

(Y/N) grabbed Boomhauer’s hand and pulled him out the door, letting go of his hand and sitting on the curb just outside the bar. She patted the spot beside her. He sat down with her and watched her take a box of cigarettes out of her purse.

“You smoke?” she asked.

“Mhm, yeah.” He did not smoke. He may have lit a cig once or twice in high school, but never as an adult, and why he told her he did, he did not know.

“Shit,” (Y/N) groaned, pulling her final cigarette out of its lonely box. “One left.” She lit it and took a drag, exhaling a dark cloud and tapping the ash off of the end. “Hm,” she grunted as she held the stick out to Boomhauer.

He lifted his eyebrows in surprise but took it anyway. He saw the red ring of (Y/N)’s lipstick around the filter of the cigarette and smiled, taking a puff of his own. An unfamiliar heaviness grew in his lungs and he fought back a cough, handing it back to her.

“You know,” she took another drag before continuing, “I’m glad you came on in tonight. It’s always just me n’ a few random regulars. Every damn night, never a newbie or anyone interestin’.” She sighed and leaned her head onto Boomhauer’s shoulder.

He tensed up a first, but calmed down once he felt her start to hum gently.

“There’s something about this town I love,” she puffed from the cig and coughed. “The community, the familiar faces. Everyone knows each other, and there’s charm to that.”

Boomhauer nodded, the smoke swirling around him as (Y/N) exhaled. “Yeah, it’s true. Arlen’s like that too, bit bigger though. Everybody knows everybody. Can’t go any-dang-where without bumpin’ into someone you know.”

“Right,” she replied, a bittersweet smile gracing her lips. “But sometimes, it’s nice to step outta your bubble, really get out there.”

He thought for a moment, contemplating her words. It had been a long time since he ventured outside of his comfort zone, outside of his town. Sitting there with (Y/N) on that quiet curb, he couldn’t help but feel a strange comfort. Maybe there was more to life than the familiar routine he had grown accustomed to.

“You might be onto somethin’ there,” he finally said. “Life’s too short to stay in one place, a man’s gotta be free, man. Maybe it’s time I start takin’ some risks, tryin’ new things.”

(Y/N) grinned, a playful glint in her eyes. “I like the sound of that, Boomhauer. A man with a sense of adventure is very sexy.”

They kept speaking to each other, inching closer throughout the night.The initial awkwardness between them melted away, replaced by a growing connection and a shared sense of curiosity.

Eventually, the cigarette burned out.

“Can’t believe how fast time flew by,” Boomhauer said, a tinge of regret in his voice. “I gotta get goin’.”

“Don’t know if I’m being forward, but am I gonna see you around these parts again, Mr. Boomhauer?” she asked with a laugh, copying his formality from the beginning of the night.

He caught on. “Well, Miss (Y/N), depends on if you’re good and sure you wanna see me again.”

“Hm, I think I’d like to. Could get used to sitting by a handsome not-stranger like yourself every Friday night. Mary likes ya’ too.” She angled her head up to make eye contact with him. “I like you more, though.” She leaned in and pressed her red-stained lips against his chapped ones.

He placed his hand on her face and tilted her into the kiss, savoring the feeling. Stroking her cheek with his thumb, he ran his tongue over her bottom lip, slowly pushing into her mouth. She moaned as he explored her mouth, intertwining his tongue with hers briefly before breaking away.

They both panted as they caught their breath, still holding eye contact.

“I should get going,” (Y/N) sighed, standing up.

“Right, uh, yeah, man, me too.” He shoved his hands into his pockets and watched her turn to walk away. “You need me to walk you to your car?”

“No, hon, I’m okay. Just–” she looked back at him, “just make sure to come here again real soon, yeah? Don’t be a stranger, Boomhauer.” She walked to her car, heels clicking. She got into the car and drove off, rolling down her window to flash a final smile at him.

Boomhauer had gone back to that small, desolate bar every week on Fridays for a long time. He did not see (Y/N) there for a while. He was upset, thinking that she had forgotten about their little promise so quickly, but he still showed up. Every Friday, sometimes Saturdays. He had soon started to devote less and less of his time to visiting Mary’s pub in search of her.

Today, he decided, would be one of his final trips. He was still hopeful, of course, but he was not completely delusional and knew when enough was enough.

He walked in, head down. Not looking up, he sat down at his regular seat, right by the middle of the bar top.

“Hey, Mary,” he groaned, finally looking up.

“Hey, not-stranger.” (Y/N) smiled at him while picking up her glass.

Boomhauer looked up, seeing her face again. He felt relief, anger, and happiness all at the same time. “(Y/N)? (Y/N), where have you been? I– I’ve been comin’ here wantin’ to see you every week.”

“I know, I know, Mary’s grilled me about it plenty, and I’m sorry.” She plopped down next to him in the chair, facing him with a grimace on her face. “I don’t even know what happened. I was getting dressed to come see you on that Friday and I just couldn’t leave, same with all the others.” She grabbed her shot glass. It was filled to the brim with tequila, and it probably was not the first or only one she had that night.

“What do you mean?”

“Damn it, I don’t know, Jeff,” she sighed and shot the drink back, wincing at the burning feeling it left in her throat. “You’re just so nice, you were so sweet, and you listened to me when I was talking the whole time. You let me joke and be silly and made me feel like you felt like I did, even if it was a lil’ soon.”

“I do feel the same, (Y/N), I feel it too, but if you felt this way, why didn’t you just tell me?”

“Wasn’t that simple, I felt so scared and I couldn’t take the chance of you not feeling the same. You say you do, but even telling you now makes me so nervous,” she covered her face with her hands, and her voice was a bit muffled as she ranted. Her hands felt clammy with her sweat and tears.

Boomhauer gently wedged his hand between her face and her palm, tilting her head to angle her eyes at his. “Darlin’, c’mon now, don’t cry. I get it, you don’t have to explain anymore.” He got up and tapped her arm. “You’re too drunk to drive, let me take you home, yeah?”

(Y/N) nodded, thick tears still dripping down her cheeks.

They both exited the bar, (Y/N) clinging onto Boomhauer’s arm, snuggling into it against the cool night air. They got in Boomhauer’s car and (Y/N) typed her address into his phone’s GPS system.

They drove in near silence, the only sound being a sniffle of huff from (Y/N)’s side of the car. He soon pulled into her driveway. Getting out, he walked to her side and opened her door, lifting her to her weak, tired legs and walked her to the door.

“I guess I’ll see you whenever I can see you–?”

He was interrupted by (Y/N) pulling him into a kiss. It was not like their first one, this one was rushed and full of need and desire. She pulled him back into the house, still locked in the kiss, and slammed her door shut. She led him to the bedroom and fell back on her bed.

“This okay?” He asked, laying on top of her.

“Mhm, yes. Please, g’head n’ touch me.”

That was all he needed to hear. He pushed her head to the side and placed his lips on her neck. He sucked the soft skin until a tender, dark bruise formed on it. Moving his head up, he littered the hickies closer to her jaw.

Pulling away with a pop, he examined the marks. They were shiny with his spit.

“They don’t hurt, do they?” He traced over the wet marks with his thumb, pressing onto them gently.

(Y/N) craned her neck into his touch, pushing into it further. “It does, but I like it. Don’t need’a worry ‘bout me.”

“Hm.”

Boomhauer ducked his head down and created a trail of kisses, each dipping lower than the last until his lips were situated at her chest, just at the divot of her shirt. He quickly slid his finger through the buttons of her shirt, unbuttoning them and helping her shrug the shirt off.

Goosebumps littered her skin when the cold air hit her body, soon being soothed by the warm kisses he placed over her abdomen. She gasped at the feeling. Boomhauer made his way lower, slipping her skirt and panties down.

“Here,” he gripped onto her thighs and held them apart, “hold still for me.”

He placed his head fully between her legs, licking thick stripes over her cunt. From her entrance to her clit, he traced a path, licking up her wetness and replacing it with his spit.

“God, ‘s too much,” she whined.

“Ain’t even started yet, just wait,” Boomhauer said, voice muffled while he slurped and sucked on her sensitive, swollen bud.

Licking at her slit, he pushed into her, dipping his tongue in-and-out. He rolled his tongue deeper, nose bumping against her clit. Little shocks of pleasure coursed through (Y/N), back arching with each pass over her clit.

Running her hands through his blond hair, she took purchase over the back of his head, grinding her pussy up into his mouth.

“Ah– almost, almost there, keep–”

He pulled off, a wide grin plastered over his slick, reddened face. He wiped his face with his forearm.

“Turn over, baby,” Boomhauer grabbed her waist and flipped her over, face pushed into the mattress. “You ready?” He lined himself up at her entrance, slowly edging the tip in.

“Mhmph.”

His thrusts were slow and agonizing, but not teasing. He wanted this just as bad as she did, no: worse. He felt the velvet ribbing of her cunt suck him in with each thrust, drawing him in and constricting around his cock.

“Tight lil’ thing,” he said, gritting his teeth. “Can’t keep squeezin’ like that, darlin’, makin’ me wanna cum early.”

“Oh, sorry,” she whined slightly, arching her hips further up as if he were trying to guide his cock to her deep spot. “There,” her mouth fell open with a cry, “ooh, right there, right there!”

“Yeah? Yeah, I-I got you..”

Boomhauer tried to keep his hips directly flushed to her back, holding the position she put herself in under him. He turned his full, fast strokes into a rough and meaningful rutting, like he was trying to bury his dick into her G-spot.

“Fuck, fuck.” She panted deeply, pathetically, knowing she was close. A final stroke threw her over the edge into her ecstasy, from a final, sweet knock onto her cervix’s tip.

He saw her shimmery nails grip the sheets tightly, watching as her knuckles practically turned white. “Aw, sweet– shit, sweetheart,” he cooed into her ear, fumbling over his words a bit.

He got lost in his own pleasure, hardly being able to pull out. He managed to in time, however, and fisted his cock. After giving the base a few quick strokes, he groaned seeing his cum spurt out on her bare lower back.

(Y/N) hummed and looked back at him, sleepiness hanging over her eyes.

“Boom,” she said after she heard his breathing steady, “will y’stay with me tonight? Please?”

“I’ll stay longer’n that, girl.”

“What do you mean?” she asked, looking over to him as he took a spot underneath the covers with her.

“Didn’t you notice the suitcases in the backseat of m’car?

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asshlyyyy · 2 years

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Fairytale

Series Warnings: Language, fake relationship, lying, drinking, major depressive disorder, mommy issues. Mentions of occasionally sexula interactions/ wording. Maybe eventual smut. Individual chapter warnings will appear as needed.

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Chapter 3: And so it Begins

The two of you made your way off of the plane and found a spot to perch up at. You rubbed your face and tore off the bag that rested against your shoulder blade. Austin stood close by your side and watched your every move. You held your phone up and pressed your back against the wall. As you found your sister's contact you pressed the call button. The phone rang and you slide down the wall so that you were sitting down.

Remember how you said you were going to leave the apartment at three this morning? Well, it wasn't like that didn't happen. You very much did leave on the dot. You just didn't get any sleep. You were running around the apartment filled with nerves. Austin tried to help you the best he could, but there was nothing you could do to stop these anxious-induced emotions.

You did not like the taste of coffee, not that it even did anything for you, so you opted out of it. Next on the list was an energy drink, which you did have. Then again it did nothing for you. For some reason that you could not explain, caffeine brought no extra joint of energy to your system. When you got onto the flight itself you were knocked out. It was a decent length, almost six hours give or take.

"Y/n! Did you two land?" You heard your sister's voice from the speaker. You smiled softly and let out a breath.

"Yeah, we just walked off the plane." You answered her. You looked up at Austin and saw that he was looking around. It was a small gesture, but you knew he was just making sure no one would come over and potentially harm you.

"Okay great! We will get going then. I'll give you a call when we are almost there. Just text me where you are." Your sister responded.

"Yeah of course. We might grab something to eat, but we'll head there once you're about five minutes out." You replied as you pressed your hand against the side of your face.

"Sounds like a plan! See you soon, bye!" Mia said excitedly. You could tell she was excited to see you, and you were also. You were just... not in the mood currently. You couldn't use that fake boyfriend excuse though because... well... he was here doing the whole thing with you.

"Bye, Mia." You pulled the phone away and hung up. Austin turned and looked back over at your hunched-over frame. With everything you were suffering from, traveling was always one that made everything crawl out. Hence why you stayed up all night.

"You okay?" He asked concerned. A past friend could always see when your emotions were down. You wouldn't let him know that though. He didn't know half of it. You looked at him and sent him a kind smile.

"Hmm? Yeah... just hungry and tired. I don't even want to deal with the reunion. The ecstatic, oh my gosh! I haven't seen you in forever. Great, glad, I just want sleep." You chuckled lightly and pushed yourself up onto your feet.

"I told you to get some sleep last night. At least you caught some zzz's on the flight." Austin pointed out to you. Ah yes, he did indeed tell you to get some sleep last night. He even threatened that he would stay up with you as well. Which you argued with because someone had to be awake in the morning.

So, when you went to your bedroom and got in bed... you ended up laying awake staring up at the ceiling. It wasn't new territory, you have done it plenty of times before. Which was the primary reason for painting your ceiling. It gave you something to look at instead of a blank white ceiling.

"Mhm, but right now... I want some chipotle or something." You responded. Austin smiled in response and shook his head a tiny bit.

"Let's go get some then," Austin said and grabbed your bag. You smiled at him and nodded a silent thank you. Grabbing the handle of your suitcase, the two of you were off to find a chipotle. Not taking turns going to the bathroom.

it didn't take long until you two found the food court, and thankfully chipotle. Some airports didn't have certain fast food chains, so you were thankful that this one in particular did. You should have known that by now from the countless amounts of time you've been here. Let's be honest though, usually, you settle for Mcdonald's because it's always open. Sure its always a long wait, but greasy food in the morning... it just hits differently.

This was really happening, and there was nothing you could do to change it. Austin was here to be your fake boyfriend. You two have thought about every possible question and answer. Yet, you were worried that they would somehow catch onto your lie. You were mostly afraid that you would mess it up. Austin was an actor, he was used to this. You were far from it.

So, as you sat there eating your burrito bowl, you thought about if you were making the right decision. You could’ve easily told your sister that you and your fake boyfriend broke up, but no… you were too afraid to admit it. Too ashamed that you went into a lock of depression. Too ashamed to let your sister know what was going on.

You felt the skin on your hand being touched, and looked down at it as Austin’s hand connected with yours. He intertwined your fingers and looked at you. He gave you this smile that told you not to worry. Hell, that was all you were going and all you could think about. Your heart was racing an unbelievable amount and you bet if you checked your watch it would yell at you.

“I’m going to be right by your side. Everything will work, I promise you.” He whispered softly. You nodded taking in his words. You believed him, well… you had to believe him. If you didn’t you would let it eat you out until you were nothing left.

“I’m just so worried that they are going to find out.”

“They won’t find out. If there is anything you can’t answer or comment about, I will answer. I got this, I promise you.” You nodded once again and rested your head against his shoulder. You closed your eyes and enjoyed his warmth. It brought your comfort, and it eased down your nerves.

Before you knew it you were receiving a text from your sister saying that they were almost there. Austin and yourself got up and threw away your trash. You didn’t bother wasting the drinks and kept them with you. The two of you decided to share a drink knowing well that neither one of your would finish a large drink by yourselves.

As you head down to baggage claim, the two of you made your way outside for pick up. You looked for the least crowded area and made your way there. You pulled out your phone and sent a message to your sister saying where you were.

You reached for your beg that Austin was holding and dug out your coat. It may have been spring, but it wasn’t too too warm just yet. You pulled your arms through the sleeves and brought the hood over your head. Austin chuckled lightly and wrapped his arm around you.

“When was the last time since you came home?” Austin asked.

“Mmm, couple of years ago. Used to the California weather.” You responded and looked up at him. He hummed and nodded as he kept a close eye on the luggage that was around you too. It was like at Amy minute that someone will come and steal your bags of luggage from the two of you.

You closed your eyes gently and rested your face against his chest. You felt his hand rub the side of your body and your hummed in response. Throughout your mind you were thankful that it was Austin and not just some random guy. A random guy wouldn't have known you like Austin does.

“Think your sister is here,” Austin said gently and kissed the top of your head. You opened your eyes gently and looked towards the road were you spotted your sisters silver car. You pulled away from Austin and smiled as the car came to a stop.

Mia opened the door with a quick swing and made her way over to you. “Hey princess,” you said with a smile.

“Oh stop, please, it’s queen.” She responded back. You let out a laugh and pulled her into a hug.

“I apologize my majesty,” Mia let out a light chuckle and pulled away. She looked behind you and you knew her eyes were on Austin.

“So, who is this handsome fella standing behind you?” She questioned as Nick came out of the car. You sent him a smile and looked back at Austin.

“This is Austin, Austin… this Is Mia my sister.” You introduced the two as Nick came over to you. He pulled you into a hug and said a quick hi before he went to put your guy’s luggage into the trunk.

“It’s so great to finally meet you, Austin. I would love to say I’ve heard so much but… I’ve hear nothing.” Your sister joked and pulled Austin into a hug.

“Well I’ve heard just about everything about you,” Austin smiled and returned her hug. You felt your heart relax at his response. He was truly a profession at this kind of thing. He chose the right field to work in that’s for sure.

“I would hope so,” Mia laughed in response and pulled away. “Nick, come meet your best man!”

Nick closed the trunk and walked over to the three of you. You still found it quite ridiculous that someone would choose their best man off of just a statement. If you didn’t have a boyfriend… well you don’t… but if you couldn’t find someone to be your fake boyfriend then he would’ve been screwed.

“Great to meet you, man.” Nick held his hand out.

Austin smiled in response nod took his hand. “Same to you. I’m quite honored you would choose a stranger to be your best man.”

“Ahhh, don’t think about it like that. You may be a stranger now, but we have a couple of months to become the bestest of friends. Which I have a feeling that we will be.” Nick said. You shook your head and headed towards the car. You were hoping, no praying, that they had the heat on.

“You choose good,” Amelia said as she followed you, leaving the boys to talk.

“Oh please, I didn’t exactly choose.” You chuckled lightly and looked towards Austin. “Met him when I first moved out there. He lived right across the hall from me.”

“So you fell in love with your neighbor?” Your sister held a raised eyebrow, but her mouth was formed into a smirk. You knew she read a bunch of romance novels and she probably assumed that you two done some naughty things.

“He was in a relationship when we first met. We were close friends though. When he moved out he and his girlfriend ended up breaking it off. Before you know it he was asking me out.” You shrugged as if it was nothing. It was a simple cover up story, but at least it was half true.

“And before you know it he’ll be asking you to marry him.” She wiggled her eyebrows.

“Oh I doubt it,” you shook your head.

‘You two have been together for what? Three years? Almost four? He is definitely going to ask you to marry him soon.” Oh how wrong your older sister was. Sure in your imaginary world you have been together for years… but in reality it was a week before this trip.

“If you say so,” you responded and opened up the car door to get in. You knew Austin was a gentleman, and you knew he would argue if you tried getting in the car closest to the road.

Everyone soon found their way into the vehicle, and the car started to move. It wasn’t a long trip to your parents, but long enough where you would fall asleep. You just had to get yourself mentally prepared for your mother. She was something else, and she would want to know every detail having to deal with your ‘relationship’. Maybe if you’re lucky she’ll let you and Austin take a nap..

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CRAZY INDULGENCE(ft.Bucky Barnes.)

(This fic is based off of the movie, Red Eye 2005! it’s so mf good)

Intro: You are the CEO of Waltonington Airport/Hotel. One of the biggest and most popular airports of all time. You were quite known and loved by few passengers who always attended the flights every few months or so. You were quite beautiful a sweetheart. One day, you planned on taking a small vacation back home, since you work and live out of state. You wanted to visit your Step-Mom. You haven’t seen her in a few months and wanted to come and see her. While boarding your plane and waiting in line, you ran into this man named Bucky Barnes. He was quite handsome, but you wouldn’t let it be known or say anything. Little did you know..he had other sadistic plans and murderous intents at hand.

(THIS FIC IS QUITE LONG BTW<3)

(This fic is based off of the movie, Red Eye 2005! it’s so mf good) Cred to the king Wes Craven.

WARNINGS: WARNINGS: SMUT, 18+, swearing( lots of it), degrading, threatening, crime, intimidation, bucky being a charmer one minute and turning into a crazed sadistic assassin, jaw grabbing, eating out, fingering, backshots( doggy position),spiting, rudeness( from Bucky), pre-planned crime, weapon on board(knife), harassment( from a weirdo at the airport), obsessiveness, size kink, lying, mouth covering, crying, spanking, eye contact, and hair pulling.

Enjoy the flight <3

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It was one of the most cloudiest and rainy days in Miami. Although it was a gorgeous city to say in and visit once in a while, it did have its rainy and thunderstorm days. You decided to go and visit your step mom for a weekend, since you haven't seen in forever. Ever since you landed that new job as a CEO at the famous Waltington Hotel, you decided to visit her and take her out to dinner and spend time with her more, and maybe catch up on anything you might've missed out on. Waltington J. Hotel was one of the most popular and well-known hotels in the whole city. Everyone who worked at the hotel knew you. You were the most favorited CEO out of the other 4 that worked there, you were the one who always fixed and resolved problems when things would go the wrong way. You always want to help people and any one that is need or unsure of something. That's what made you love your job so much.

You were currently in the back of your uber, on a call with your step-mom, discussing to her what your guys plans were and what restaurant you both wanted to visit when you arrived. You decided to wear something simple but casual, something like a fit black skirt and a white lace top, with a white buttoned up blazer and some low heels on. Your hair was done(in any way you'd like, add any makeup if you'd like.) While arriving in front of the Hotel, you pay the driver and smile giving him a 5-star review. As the driver comes on your side of the car to open your door, he gives a wide smile and offers you a hand. You take his hand and step out the car, grabbing your bags while still on the phone with your mom, thanking the uber man before he drives off. You enter the building quickly, checking in and then getting in the TSA line.

After getting your things scanned and ran through, you decided to get a quick drink of water. As you walked over to the drink stand, you dropped your passport without knowing. "Hey, you dropped this!"A deep but sly voice says. You turn around and look at the passport, before looking up into the speakers eyes. It was a tall, but buff man. He had long brown hair that stopped around his shoulders, deep beautiful bright eyes, He had a pearly white smile, and a beard that was coming in on his chin and a mustache that was slightly forming. He was quite handsome, but you didn't want to say anything about it.

"Oh my gosh! Thank you so much."Y/N says, thanking the man." I didn't even know I dropped it."She finishes, looking up at the man.

"No worries, just be more aware."The man says, looking down at you with a small side smile.

You both stare at each other before you speak up again." So, do you want anything to drink?"Y/N offers, trying to defeat the awkward silence that just happened between the two of them.

"Oh. You don't need to do that."The man says, clenching his jaw and smirking."Let me be a gentleman and get it for you."He says, walking up to the stand and buying you both a cold water.

"You don't need to-"Y/N tries before seeing the man pull out a fancy looking debit card and sliding it into the card register, paying for you both."Do that.."She finishes, scoffing at the man.

"I wanted to."He says, grabbing both the cold water bottles and handing you one, smirking widely.

You stare at him again before heading back to your guys line. You took note of how distracted and short he keeps his conversations but that quickly wiped away before he asks you something.

"So, are you traveling for?"The man asks, standing behind you with his one silver suitcase behind him. You turn back around and smile, looking up at him."Just visiting some family."You say kindly, smiling at him.

"Nice!"He says." Like family you haven't seen in a long time? Your siblings?Parents?"He says, trying to get insights. "Just my step-mom."You say, looking at him.

"Aw that's so cute!"He smirks." It's always nice to see your loved ones."The man says, dragging on the convo.

"Yea.."You smile." I didn't get your name by the way."Y/N says, looking at the man, holding eye contact.

"Billy,"He says." Billy Buck."The man says, holding his hand out for you to shake, you gladly accepting and shaking his hand back.

"Yours?"He questions.

"Y/N."You smile and look the man into his deep beautiful eyes, feeling like his name is a little odd, but you brush it off." Y/N L/N"You finish and smirk.

"That's a beautiful name."He says, smirking.

"Oh thank you."You say, laughing softly. While you two are chatting it up before the flight, a elderly woman comes over and just so happens to have the same purse as you.

"Hi, sweetheart"The smaller woman says, tapping you on your shoulder. "I don't mean to interrupt but, You and I have the same exact purse."You smile and look at the woman, nodding your head.

"Yes, but yours is way better than mine. I've had mine for a while."You laugh softly, looking at the woman.

"Aw, honey. Your purse is also nice!I just thought I should let you know."The lady laughs softly before smiling at you.

"Thank you so much."You smile at the woman, watching her walk off. The speaker throughout the whole airport rings, "May I have passengers of plane B26 start boarding. Flight will be taking off very soon."The announcer says.

"Welp, I guess that's us."You say, picking up your bags and beginning to walk forward in the line.

"Indeed it is."The brown haired man says, smirking and following you.

While everyone was boarding onto the flight. You were held back by the elderly woman who kept talking to you and discussing book authors and purse designers with you. You were always up for chatting, but you needed to be places to be. Of course you weren't the last one on the plane, but pretty close to it. While moving forward on board of the plane, people were getting situated in their seats, sliding their earbuds in, and sleeping. The usual plane ethics and normal thing to do when boarding.

"I'll get back to you later, hun."The elderly woman ends her conversations, sitting in the way back with her assumed to be husband, who was holding her jacket. You smile at the woman before watching her walk to the back, looking for your seat number and continuously walking down the long aisle.

It feels like a few moments before you find your seat, looking down and seeing the same man you met earlier. What was his name again? Bob? Brady? Billy? Yea, Billy!

"Oh, its you again!"Y/N laughs softly."Billy, right?"She says.

"Ding ding ding."He says with a sly tone, smirking and leaning back in his chair, trying to make room for you to get through.

"Guess we're seat buddies, huh?"Y/N smiles and grabs her small purse, scooting pass the man and sitting down, setting her purse beside her.

"Look like it."He smirks." I wouldn't care anyways, I'd like to sit with you anyways."He laughs softly, slowly looking at you.

"Same here."Y/N laugh softly and leans back in her seat, feeling like he's checking you out.

"You're really pretty."He says out of knowhere. Keeping a straight face and resting his big hands on his thighs.

"Oh.."You say, looking at him, not knowing how to respond."T-thank you."You smile, feeling good about yourself.

"No, like actually."He says, still looking into your eyes as you try to avert eye contact with him. "You need to model or be an actor. You're gorgeous." He finishes, squinting his eyes quickly.

"You really think so?"You smile cheekily and look back at him.

"I wouldn't lie to you, you could make millions..maybe even billions.." He says, facing back forward and seeing the food/drink cart come down the aisle you both are on.

You smile at his small compliments and laugh softly.

"I would like a water and Fruit snacks, please." The handsome brown haired man says, looking up at the blonde woman managing the food/drink cart." Of course." The blonde woman says, grabbing the fruit snacks and water, handing them to the man before looking at you and speaking," Anything for you, hun?" The woman questions, looking at you.

"Water and caramel crisps, please." You say politely.

"Mmh!"The blonde woman smiles, grabbing the water and crisps for you, handing them your way before walking off.

"So polite with your manners." He begins." what a good girl." He says, laughing gently.

"Oh, thanks!"You laugh, smiling at the nickname. You can't lie, you wanted to squeeze your legs together at the way he called you a good girl. "I'm just really polite, is all." You smile.

"That's what makes you a good girl, using your manners and being polite to other people." He says, looking back your way. You thought to yourself, What is this man on?Is he trying to get me riled up or something?

All you can do is nod your head and smile at his words.

"Very true."You smirk and look upon your passport.

The plan had taken off a few minutes earlier before he said any of that. You thought to yourself for a while before a thought erupted into your brain.

"So, what do you do for a living?" You look towards him, noticing that he has his phone pulled out, looking through what it looks like to be a track record of some sort. He quickly put his phone away, looking towards you and putting all his attention on you. He puts his phone into his business coat.

"I hunt people."He says automatically, not even thinking for a second, smiling with his white teeth.

You stare at him for a while and laugh, shaking your head and thinking that he's joking.

His smile started fading after seeing you laugh.

"What's so funny?" He questions, sitting back in his chair and tilting his head.

You slowly stop laughing, noticing he isn't joking, raising an eyebrow and looking at him, still having a small smile on your face. "Y-you-re being serious?" You say.

"Yes." He says flat out.

You gulp and tilt your head." Where's the punchline?" You say, smirking.

"There is not punchline. I'm being serious." He says, now folding his arms. Damn, those are some huge arms he has. You thought to yourself.

"You think you're so clever, huh? Laughing at people's job titles and thinking you're the best person out here, just because you are CEO? "He says, looking at you, scoffing," You need to listen to what I'm going to say to you."He finishes, looking at you with a scary tint in his eyes.

"I don't have to listen to anything you say.." You speak, beginning to get up from your seat, but he tugs you back down by the hem of your skirt.

"Yes you do, if you want to let your pretty little step-mom to not get harmed." He says. That made your stomach drop and your heart race. What did he just say?

You were a little taken aback." Excuse me?" You gasp out, looking him in the eye intently.

"You heard me, Y/N. You think this is a joke?" He questions, raising an eyebrow, his hair slightly covering his right eye. You gulp again and furrow your eyebrows." And you were laughing like something was was a joke, but you don't see me laughing.." He drags out, staring into your eyes deeply. "Do you?" He questions.

"I didn't think you were being serious, I'm sor-"You begin to get out before he pulls something out his jacket. Tears begin forming into your eyes, but you stay strong, He lets down your small table in front of you, setting down what it looks to be, a fancy wallet. You squint your eyes and tilt your head to the side. You've seen this wallet before, it looks oddly familiar. It wasn't yours. It wasn't your sisters. It was..It was your step-mother's wallet! You thought to yourself.

You gasp quietly, looking at the wallet that's now on the small pull out table in front of you.

"Where did you get that?" You question, almost wanting to cry.

"Oh, I didn't get it." He surrenders, smirking. "I had my agent grab it off your step-mom's table."He finishes, checking out your whole body as you sit there contemplating what to do.

"D-don't hurt my step-mom.." You begin to say, getting caught up in your throat , soft tears going down your cheeks.

"Then listen to what I have to say.." He clenches his jaw, looking around the plane and going back to talking to you." If you don't want anything to happen to you, or step-mommy.." He laughs sadistically.

"Then, you abide by what the hell I say, or suffer the consequences." He laughs and leans in your ear. "Remember what I said earlier about being a good girl." He whispers in your ear." Be polite and be nice to other people, hm? " He smirks. "Won't you do that for me?" He finishes.

"Why are you doing this?..I-is it money you want?..Billy please" You speak weakly, not bothering to make eye contact him. Tears still streaming down her face.

"Money?" He laughs out. "Oh no, honey, that's not what I want.."He smirks even more." And billy.."He scoffs." That's not even my fucking name, dumb girl.."He looks at you, slowly resting a large hand on your knee, dragging it up.

You let the soft tears trail down your cheeks. You shouldn't be liking this. This man is a psycho!

"My real name is Bucky Barnes, girl." He whispers in your ear." Billy Buck is a fucked up name, huh darlin'?" The man finishes says." And you fell for that shit.." You face your head away from him. He squints his eyes and grabs you by the jaw , making you look at him,

"You don't look away from me, girl." Bucky says sternly.

You sniffle and slowly look into his deep blue/green eyes. Feeling smothered and taking in the warmness of his body heat while he's very close to you.

"Atta girl."He says.

"Now, are you going to listen?" He says, clenching his jaw, quickly leaning back in his seat, seeing another flight attendant coming your guys way, checking on passengers momentarily.

The flight attendant looks at both, looking to you first and questioning why you're crying,

"Oh hun, what's wrong? "The attendant questions, raising an eyebrow with a worried look on her face, speaking quietly but loud enough for you both to hear.

Bucky chuckles to himself before speaking up for you,

"She's fine. She's just homesick is all." Bucky nods to the attendant, looking up at her.

He's so two-faced.

"Aw. We've all been there before. Feel better hun." The attendant says, handing Bucky a few tissues to hand to you as she walks off, attending to the other passengers.

Bucky looks behind him and makes sure she's gone before speaking to you again.

"Quit.." He leans into your ear, looking at you through your watery eyes. "Your fucking crying.." He finishes, handing you the clean clothed tissues.

"Fuck you!" You say angrily but quietly, slowly looking in his direction.

He raises both his brows, looking at you shocked.

"What was that?" Bucky says, wanting you to repeat yourself.

"You heard me." You say, glaring at him from your peripheral. He didn't like that. He didn't like you back talking him. This man has to be insane.

He scoffs, leaning back in his chair. "You don't wanna play that game wit' me." He smirks." All that smart ass talkin' "He tilts his head to the side, pulling out a lipstick from his jacket you previously dropped earlier. You didn't even notice. You always had another backup if the other got lost.

You open your mouth to say something but he stops you.

"Don't you open that mouth" Bucky says, holding your lipstick in one hand." Heard enough of that sassy ass talkin' from you." He laughs shaking his head.

You still hold a glare to him, looking at his hand and widening your eyes a little.

"Where'd you get my lipstick.." You say, reaching for it.

"Ah ta ta" He ticks, pulling his hand with the lipstick away from you, frowning a little bit. "Not so fast." Bucky glares.

"I got this while you dropped your passport earlier, guess you forgot that you heard another thing drop too, huh? He says, opening up the lipstick and examining it. "Dior rouge proof lipstick, 956"He reads the label, smirking again.

You frown and look at him, then the lipstick in his big, rough looking hands. What is this crazy man playing at? Does he think this is a joke?

"It looks really beautiful on you."He squints, looking at your lips then into your eyes with a smug look on his face." You look very kissable." Bucky chuckles out.

"What are you playing at? You don't know me-"You begin to say, feeling confident for a minute, but then Bucky brings you back down to reality.

"Oh?"He says." I don't know you?" He smirks, clutching the lipstick in his hand before speaking and clearing his throat, keeping his eyes on you." You're Y/N L/N, you lived in the city of Miami for a long while. You have 3 siblings, Your mom and dad got a divorce because your dad cheated and had an affair twice, You were a beauty for almost your whole life, You're 22, You work as a CEO at a Hotel, you like fashion, you are family and friend oriented" He speaks, leaning in a little." And you last night, after packing your bags, you were just rubbing that swollen little clit of yours, weren't you?" He scoffs, making you gasp even louder, him quickly uttering you to quiet down with his index finger over his lips.

What did he just say? How does he know everything about me and where I've grown up? And how'd he known about me..touching myself?

"Excuse me?!"You say and look at him quickly, widening your eyes and shaking your head and disbelief, having a questioned look on your face.

"Don't act like you didn't hear me." Bucky smirks," I saw you outside from your window, I was standing across the street, I saw you rubbing that little clit of yours and covering your mouth with your left hand, trying to keep those pathetic whimpers down so the neighbors couldn't hear you.." He speaks, chuckling.

"You're sick!" You say, shaking your head again, laughing at how unbelieve he's being.

"Oh, I'm sick?" He questions while raising an eyebrow, folding his arms over his buff chest." I know you better than you know yourself, y/n." He ends, biting his lip.

"You can do anything you want..to me or whatever!" You say, looking at him." Please just don't harm my step-mom.. or family." You nervously get out.

"Anything, huh?" He smirks.

"Yes!" You say, looking away out the window and into the beautiful sky, the rain had stopped a while ago. You didn't even notice.

"Hm." Bucky agrees, smirking to himself.

"I have to use the bathroom.."You speak up.

He looks at you and leans down, pulling out a random empty water bottle, handing it to you." Here." He looks back forward.

"You've got to be joking." You say, looking at the water battle and scoffing.

"I'm not letting you out my sight. God knows what you're gonna do when I'm not watching you." He says, shrugging his shoulders.

"Please..Let me use the bathroom!" You say demandingly, sighing.

Bucky squints his eyes, sighing and leaning back." Fine, go." He says." Don't make me come after you." He glares at you, letting you by and watching you walk off to the bathroom.

You arrive at the bathroom, knocking and hearing no one answer. You open the bathroom door and enter, closing it behind you and looking at yourself in the mirror, thinking of ways to go against this Bucky Barnes man. He was bigger than you, he was taller than you, and he certainly outsmarted you a little bit. You didn't actually have to use the bathroom, but you began contemplating ideas.

After a few minutes of brainstorming, You came up with an idea, You decided to fill up your hand with soap and water, writing on the bathroom mirror, "Seat 18G is a Hitman, Help." You finish writing the soapy words on the mirror, washing your hands off and wiping them. By then, you felt like it was time to go back to your seat.

You opened the shiftable bathroom door and began to walk out before seeing Bucky standing outside the door, smirking,

"I was wondering what took you so l-"He begins, seeing the big words on the mirror. He widens his eyes and grabs you jacket and covers your mouth with his other hand and shoves you against the counter, making sure the bathroom is closed behind him and speaking freely,

"What the hell do you think you are doing?!"He says, being dangerously close to you, still handing his hand over your mouth." You fuckin' whore!" He growls, looking you in the eyes.

"L-let me go!" You mummer under his hand, trying to get out of his grip.

"This was your big deal, hm? Trying to get me fucking arrested and in trouble? You sneaky, little bitch." He speaks harshly in your face, letting his hand fall from your mouth and letting go of your jacket.

"You should've known that I wasn't going to let you harass and hold me hostage, you bastard!" You say angrily at him, looking up at him.

"Yea?" He questions, invading your personal space and looking down at you, you obviously looking away.

While being close to you, he pulls out a knife and it makes you gasp, looking at the weapon.

"P-please.." You keep your eyes on the knife, tears forming into your eyes while still being pushed up against the sink.

He brings his knife up to your blazer, sliding it down a little bit and it reveals a small scar on your chest." Someone do that to you?" He questions, looking at the scar then to you.

You look up at him and shake your head." N-no.." You say, lying to his face. He clenches his jaw and lets out a sigh," You wanna know what I think?" He says, grabbing you by the neck and now has you against the wall, his mouth being directly close to your ear." Why you always fuckin' lyin' to me, huh girl?" He says, looking at you. His hand still wrapped around your neck.

"I-i'm sorry.." You gasp out, almost loosing your breath and holding on his strong arm, trying to pry his hand off of you.

"Don't you fuckin' play that shit with me, darlin'. You think I'm a fucking joke, hm?" He chokes you a little harder, making you let out a small moan, cursing to yourself in your mind.

Damnit, y.n.

He raises an eyebrow and laughs to himself. "Was that a moan, I heard?" He clicks his teeth. "Gosh, you really are a slut, huh?" He says.

"Fuck you. You don't k-now what you heard." You say, looking at him.

"Yea?" He questions, letting go of your neck and letting you breathe, coughing and feeling your now sore neck." I don't know what I heard hm?" He says, steeping back a little and staring at you.

He was checking you out.

He was taking in how tiny you were compared to him.

And he was..

He was chuckling.

You were staring to give in to how he looked. He was quite sexy. He was obviously a bad man. A fine and very attractive man at that. You were willing to do anything for your family to live. Even if it was to fuck him. Even more..

"You want this?" He asks, clenching his jaw and squinting his eyes at you. "You want me to destroy that little pussy of yours?" He says.

You clear your throat and slowly nod your head,

"Use your words, whore." He spits at you.

"Y-yes.." You say, looking up at him." I-ill do anything for you." You finally give in.

"Good.."He smirks and looks at your casual outfit.

"Strip."He says blandly.

You stare at him for a few seconds, beginning to strip off your jacket and unbuttoning it, throwing it onto the sink.

He liked that.

"Atta girl-"He smirks" Keep going f'me" He stares at you with eager intent.

You smirk and turn around, making sure your ass in on full display, slowly sliding your skirt off and revealing your white lace panties on.

You looked so good.

You kick your skirt to the side and slowly slide your lace top off, throwing it over to where your skirt is. You were in your panties and no bra.

You turn back around and faced Bucky, making him smirk,

"Jeez, you look so good, sweets." He scoffs and walks over to you, picking you up with both his hands and setting you on the sink, purposely opening your legs and leaning down towards your ear." You're so pretty, y'know that?" He speaks, running one of his big hands down your body and towards you wetness.

"Mhm, you told me." You giggle, moaning as his hand reaches your panties, rubbing over your clit and smirking down at you.

Bucky bites his lip and leans in kissing you, his other hand opening your legs wider, still rubbing your clit with his other hand and making you tremble under his touch," Mhm, that feel good, bunny?" He speaks in between kisses.

"Yes, sir." You moan softer, going back to kissing him and grinding up against his fingers.

He pulls away and looks at you unfolding under his fingers that prob against your clit. He leans down and kiss down your neck, sliding your panties to the side , using his index and middle finger to completely rub against your clit, making you gasp out loud.

"Shh, keep it down, pretty girl." He smirks and rubs your clit slower, his soft lips against your neck, making you wetter by the minute. "I know it feels good.."He rubs faster." feel good f' me.." He says.

"Oh my goodness, baby.." You moan out, tossing your head back. His warm lips still on your neck.

"Good girl.." Bucky says, pulling his fingers away and standing up straight, sliding his shirt off and unbuckling his dark belt.

You sit up and smirk,

"I'll do it for you, sir." You wink and immediately drop to your knees, unbuckling his belt and sliding his slacks down. Seeing how big and hard he is.

"Eager little thing, hm?" Bucky says, looking down at you, moving some of your hair out the way.

"Mhm" You giggle, pulling his boxers down and his cock pops out, making you gasp at how big he is.

"Oh my goodness!" You say surprised, taking his big cock into your hand and slowly pull on his cock, jerking him off. That makes his groan.

"That's a good girl" Bucky groans out, watching you play and gush over his big cock.

You lean forward and begin sucking on his swollen tip, closing your eyes. Your other hand begins playing with his balls, the other hand jerking off what you can't fit.

"So good, pretty.." Bucky groans out.

You begin to take his cock a little deeper, faint choke noises coming from all the wetness and his cock prying to go down your throat. Opening your eyes, you look up at him and begin sucking his cock more.

" Suckin' that cock so good f'me." He groans out, tossing his head back again and grabbing onto your hair, beginning to thrust in and out." Atta, princess." He speaks, thrusting his cock deeper down your throat and loving how beautiful you look for him.

You pull off of his cock, letting a stream of saliva drip from your mouth and the tip of his cock, Bucky watching you intently.

"Little fuckin' ,whore.." He looks down at you, grabbing you by the arm and bending you over the sink, slapping your ass once , making you yelp at the sting.

"You sure know how to suck cock, huh?"He smirks and gets on his knees behind you, grabbing both your ass cheeks and spreading them open, leading forward and licking up against your clit. Making you go crazy.

"Yes, sir" You moan softly, feeling his tongue against your clit, making you push up at his tongue.

He spanks you harder and begins sucking your clit, shaking his head side to side.

Fuuuck.

"Mhm." He groans against you, pulling away and wrapping his big arms up under your legs and keeping your cheeks spreaded, spitting on your pussy and going back to lapping your clit.

"So fuckin' good!" You gasp out, reaching up and playing with your nipples.

He stands up and slowly runs his tip up against your pussy lips, watching your wetness land on his tip, making him groan.

"Ready for my cock, little slut?" Bucky says, still sliding his cock up and down your wetness.

"Yes, daddy, I'm ready." You moan out, still playing with you nipples, stopping when you feel his big cock stretching you out from behind, his big hands resting on your hips.

"Mhm, take that cock for me. I know you can.." He says, sliding more into you, watching your body reaction, making sure you're okay." Doing so good, darlin' "He smirks.

"You're so big inside of me, daddy.." You moan out, looking up into the mirror and dropping your mouth in an 'O' shape.

"That's right, doll.. Look at how slutty you look in that mirror.." He bites his lip and begins moving in and out of you." Takin' such a big cock.." Bucky slaps your ass.

"Mmmh" You whine out, feeling him hitting your spot over and over, driving you wild.

He begins to go faster, pounding into your little pussy and watching you fall apart on his cock.

You keep your mouth open, mumbling small nothings about how good he feels. He made you so dumb on his cock.

"You look so gorgeous, doll.." He spanks you again, reaching down and using his other hand to rub your clit, kissing your neck while pounding into you faster.

"I-i'm gonna cum, daddy!" You moan out, making him cover your mouth.

"Quiet down, cutie" He says, feeling you tighten against his cock.

"Aww baby, you close? "Bucky smirks and kissing your cheek, "Cum all over this dick, baby, it's all yours.." He whispers in your ear, rubbing your clit faster.

"Yeeesss.."You drag out, feeling like you're going to cum. You finally let loose and cum all over his cock, making you gasp.

"Atta girl.." Bucky groans out, slowly sliding out of you, cum dripping out of your pussy, making him smirk. He reaches his index and middle finger down, wiping up the cum that's left on your pussy. He bites his lip and turns you around, sliding his fingers into your mouth.

"Just like that, suck those fingers, doll.." Bucky says, looking into your eyes as he watches you take his long fingers.

"Mhm!" You gasp at how thick and warm the cum feels against your tongue, swallowing it and smirking when he pulls his fingers out your mouth.

He helps you put your clothes back on, making sure you look fine.

"That was so good, wasn't it, hun?" He questions you, looking down at you, sliding his jacket back on. Also being dressed and looking normal as before.

"That was great!" You say, fixing your lipstick and brushing off your jacket, incase any dust got on it.

"Good." Bucky says, grabbing a few bathroom tissues and wetting it with some water, wiping off the words on the mirror you wrote from earlier." Don't think I forgot what you wrote, y/n" He says, wiping off the letters until they're gone.

"I'll keep quiet.." You sigh, clenching you jaw.

"Good girl." Bucky says.

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Spring Day Picnic with Spencer Reid.