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wellsayhelloaagin · 3 years

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This one is for @longstoryshortm who still hasn't quite figured out Tumblr 😂

This one ended up longer than planned as well. Sorry friends.

Fluff 19- “i’ve never seen anyone look so cute and ridiculous at the same time.”

Smut 15- “louder, i want them to hear you.”

1.2k fluff/smut drabble- Wanda x female reader (18+ only, explicit sexual scenes, swearing)

Translations- detka = baby

1K Celebration

“I’ve never seen anyone look so cute and ridiculous at the same time,” you hear Natasha say as you walk into the living room.

You pout instantly, self consciously touching the hat on your head.

You had just returned home from the fair with Wanda, the two of you spending your day there to get away from the rest of the team for a while. You had enjoyed the chance to spend time alone with your girlfriend, with no prying eyes and ears that usually frequented the compound.

Wanda had been excited when she had won the ring toss game, her eyes lighting up with delight as she chose the koala beanie from the wall, her smile wide as the attendant handed it to her. You had thought she had grabbed it for herself but when she had presented it to you, your heart had fluttered in your chest.

The two of you had only been dating for a few months and you wanted to do everything in your power to make Wanda smile. Even if that meant wearing the ridiculous beanie for the rest of the day.

“Ignore her, detka,” Wanda said as she followed you through the door, “she’s just jealous that no one wins her cute shit to wear.” She punctuates her statement by poking her tongue out at Natasha, and you can’t help but giggle at the action.

“Oh trust me,” Natasha replies, “I’m not jealous of that beanie at all.”

You scowl at her as you watch Wanda’s face fall a little, annoyed at your friend for bringing down your girlfriends mood.

“Screw you, Romanoff,” you say, glaring at Natasha while she laughs at your outburst, “I happen to love this beanie.”

You tug it onto your head firmer to illustrate your point, watching the way Wanda’s smile returns. So what if you had to wear an embarrassing hat, if it got Wanda to smile you would wear it every day of your life.

“Hmm, no thanks,” Natasha chimes in, “I’ll have to pass on that offer. I’ve heard what you sound like during sex and I was traumatised.”

You choke on air at her words, your face turning bright red as Natasha laughs at your reaction.

“She’s just lying,” Wanda tries to reassure you, her hand rubbing up and down your back soothingly. “Besides,” she continues shooting you a wink, “I like the noises you make.”

“I like yours more,” you tell Wanda once you’ve regained control of your lungs again, pulling her in for a searing kiss.

“Ugh, you two are sickening,” Natasha comments, standing and leaving the room. “Just don’t fuck on the couch, I happen to like this one.”

You just flip her off, deepening the kiss with Wanda as she walks away.

Your soft sighs fill the room as Wanda gently pushes two fingers into you, her thumb circling your clit. You grip the sheets of your bed, feeling the pleasure building inside of you.

Wanda lies next to you, her naked body pressed to your side as she kisses your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

You feel her curl her fingers, hitting that spot inside you that normally makes you scream her name. Natashas words from earlier are still playing on your mind though, so instead, you bite your lip to suppress your moans.

Wanda’s mouth leaves your neck immediately, her head popping up to study you intently, a furrow between your brows.

“Are you not enjoying this, detka?” she asks with a frown. “We can stop if you want to.”

“N-no,” you stutter out, Wanda’s fingers still moving inside you and causing the coil in your belly to tighten. “Please don’t stop, feels so good.”

Wanda smirks a little, her thumb pressing harder on your clit and causing you to gasp. You bring your hand up, stuffing your finger between your teeth and biting down to try and stifle the sounds she was pulling from you.

This time, Wanda stops her fingers, withdrawing them slowly and causing you to whimper at the sudden feeling of emptiness.

“What’s wrong?” she questions, trying to meet your eyes but you look away. “Why are you so quiet tonight?”

“It’s stupid,” you mumble, hoping she wouldn’t hear you.

“It’s not stupid if it’s bothering you,” she tells you, hooking her finger under your chin and turning your head to face her.

Her green eyes are filled with concern and you know that you’ll tell her anything. You were so unbelievably in love with her that you wouldn’t be able to deny her anything she asked.

“It’s just,” you begin, closing your eyes as you feel your cheek burning in embarrassment, “I can’t stop thinking about what Nat said earlier. I’m just worried that maybe I am too loud.”

“Open your eyes, detka,” she whispers and you comply, your eyes snapping open to meet hers.

She smiles warmly at you, bending down to press her lips to yours tenderly. You sigh into the kiss, Wanda’s hand travelling along your body and slipping between your legs once more.

She breaks the kiss, resting your foreheads together as her eyes lock on yours. Her fingers slip back inside you, easily sinking into your dripping centre. She moves them slowly, the friction barely enough to give you any relief.

“Like I said earlier,” she tells you, her gaze intense, “I like the sounds you make. I never want you to hold back, I want to hear you scream my name.”

Her fingers begin moving faster, her thumb returning to your clit and pulling a moan from the back of your throat.

“That’s it, detka,” she encourages you, adding a third finger and stretching you, “louder, I want them to hear you. I want everyone to know that you’re mine.”

“Fuck, Wanda. I’m close” you cry out loudly as Wanda curls her fingers again, your orgasm building quickly.

“Louder than that,” she whispers in your ear before beginning to kiss her way down your body, “I want to hear you scream.”

Her fingers are hitting deep inside you, your legs beginning to shake as your cries begin to grow louder. You’re chanting Wanda’s name like a prayer, your hands gripping the sheets tightly as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

As soon as Wanda’s tongue presses against your clit you explode, your walls clenching around her fingers as she pumps you through your orgasm. You try and push her head away weakly, but she continues to move her tongue against you, lapping at your centre as her fingers continue their frantic pace.

The second orgasm hits you out of nowhere, the intense rush of pleasure has you screaming Wanda’s name loudly as your thighs close around her head. Your body shakes with the aftershocks, Wanda’s hand slowing as you begin to come down.

She withdraws her fingers, lapping gently at you to clean you up. You can feel her smile as you jerk against her, the last of your orgasm slowly fading as you try to catch your breath.

She moves back up your body, leaning down to kiss you. You groan into the kiss, tasting yourself on her tongue as it dances with yours.

“Much better,” she tells you after she pulls away, a smug smile on her face. “Now I wonder how loud I can get you to scream next time.”

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dragon-kazansky · 3 years

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I'm your boyfriend | Bucky Barnes

Requested by anon

Female Reader! Implied smut.

He knew it was a mistake to let you loose on the alcohol cabinet. He's seen you drunk before and you just become a jumbled mess. Your honesty after a drink really will be the death of you one day. That's why it's his unofficial official job of keeping an eye on you on those nights.

You had already finished a bottle of wine, you were about halfway through the second bottle when he took it off of you.

"That's plenty now."

"It's not even remotely enough," you hiccup, leaning against the table. Giggles escape your lips as you state at Bucky all sparkly eyed.

"Trust me, it is."

You go to grab the bottle, which he hadn't move nearly far enough away from you, and almost topple out of your seat. Bucky uses some arm to keep you upright, while using the other to push the bottle as far out of reach as he can.

You grab at his arm and try to pry him off of you, but he's much stronger than you, even if you were sober.

"You're no fun!" You pout.

"Sorry, Doll, but it's a no." He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. He resists massaging his temples too.

"Party pooper. Good thing you're hot though." You burst into a fit of giggles. "If I didn't already have a boyfriend, I'd date you."

Bucky sighs and stares at you. You were that drunk.

"Really?"

You nod enthusiastically, a chipper grin on your face. You sit up and turn your body to face him completely, hands resting on his jacket.

"The things I would do to you," you purr.

Bucky licks his lips quickly and blinks rapidly as he listens to you. He's not quite sure if the grin on his face is out of amusement or awkwardness.

"What would you do?" He finds himself asking.

"First, I'd kiss you. That's always a good start. My boyfriend is a great kisser, but shh, don't tell him." You put your finger to his lips.

Bucky chuckles and presses a kiss to your finger, making you smile.

"Then, I'd remove this jacket. My boyfriend has one just like it."

"Has a good fashion taste then?"

"Oh, does he!" You lean in close to his ear and whisper, "I would just take everything off. All of it."

He doesn't quite know what to say to that.

You waver slightly to one side. Bucky is quick to hold you up. He positions you so you're leaning heavily against his shoudler. Your breath wisps across the flesh of his neck. He can feel the movements of your jaw as you speak.

"I want to run my hands all over you."

He swallows rather harshly.

"All. Over. You." You giggle against his neck, drawing shapes across his chest with your finger. You're boarding the line of ripping off his clothes and taking a risk in your muffled mind, or being faithful... to the exact same person.

You were honestly clueless.

Bucky places a hand over yours and pulls it up to his lips. He chuckles softly when he feels your little onslaught of kisses on his neck.

"I don't think your boyfriend would mind."

You detach yourself from him and move tour head to look into those beautiful blue eyes of his.

He even has the same shade of blue as Bucky!

"Why?"

"Just a hunch." Bucky was enjoying this too much to tell you now.

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

"I do. She's a little ditzy when she's had a drink, but I love her very much."

You give him a goofy smile.

"I would be a WAY better girlfriend, just saying," you tell him, matter-of-factly.

Bucky laughs. Oh, you poor helpless lass.

"Why don't you prove it to me then."

You give a drunken giggle and plant your lips on his. Your arms snake around his neck as you lean as much of tour weight against him. His arms wrap around you snugly, keeping you upright as you both make out in the kitchen.

He wondered if you would remember any of this tomorrow.

Quite suddenly, you hiked your leg up to his hip, he had to move one hand to support it. You were quick to jump onto him, his hands going to your butt to hike you up properly. You clung to him like a koala bear. Still, your lips did not leave his.

Bucky, knowing the layout of the house like the back of his hand, carried you into the bedroom. He kicks the bedroom door shut with his foot.

As soon as you're on the bed you pry that jacket off his shoulders and toss it far off to the side. Bucky crawls over you as you lay back on the bed, already pulling his shirt off.

You probably wouldn't remember any of this, but Bucky was making sure it was a wonderful night regardless. At least then, if you remember any of it, you know you had a good night.

You wake up with the world's worst headache. The kind that felt like it was splitting your skull in two. You have scrunch your eyes shut, the light far too blinding for you. Being knocked out would be a mercy right now.

"What in the world..?" You groan as you grip your pillow and bury your face into it.

"Morning sunshine."

You groan even louder into your pillow. You take a moment to gather yourself before you take the risk and lift your head, opening your eyes to see your beautiful boyfriend.

"What happened last night?"

"You drank like a sailor, flirted with me, made out with me and we spent hours getting busy in this bed." He smiled.

You take a moment to take in your situation.

You were naked, only the bedding draped over you. Your hair was a mess and you were definitely bruised.

"Why do you let me drink?"

"Let you? You turn into a gremlin if I deny you. Plus, the flirting was a turn on, Doll." He winks at you.

"You make my temptations worse."

"Glad I could help. Want to go again?"

You laughs and sit up, wrapping tour arms around his neck and kissing him.

"Only if you make me breakfast after."

"Deal." His lips are back on yours and you're lying down again.

Neither one of you leave the room until after noon.

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #marvel #tfatws #the falcon and the winter soldier

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sparkledfirecracker · 3 years

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Sunny Fall Out

Synth’s 5K Follower Challenge / How it started – How’s it going?

@syntheticavenger , again congrats on reaching 5K 😊!

Title: Sunny Fall Out

Pairing: Frank Adler x Female Reader

Challenge: Frank Adler / Babysitting Mary

Warning: Swearing and fluff

My blog is an 18+ only zone, minors do not interact. Don’t let the fluff fool you.

A/N: My second entry for Synt’s 5K follower challenge. This fluff entered my brain while working on this dark filthy twisted mobster story. Took a break to write up this fluffy drabble for the lovely anon who requested this for the challenge. Lightly proofread, so all mistakes are my own. ENJOY!

Pictures for moodboard found on Pinterest, credit to the respectful owners!

How it started:

Frank Adler, your next door neighbour, with his complicated character. He was your weakness, his toned physique, his hard working ethic and his devotion to Mary. Exhaustion had overtaken your body when Frank ambushed you. There he had stood; practically begging you to watch Mary for a couple of hours. Roberta being out for the day and he had no-one else to turn to.

You loved that little girl and wouldn’t — nor couldn’t — say no to an opportunity to watch her. Even when you were exhausted and all you wanted to do was catch up on some much needed sleep.

Hours had been filled with chatter, pillow fort building and currently; watching a movie allowing you to doze off. It hadn’t been long when your nap was interrupted, the snuggled up girl moving with impatience.

“How about we paint some nails?” You croak

“YES!” An exciting peep from the small human. “What colour?”

“We can check, there is tons of different shades.” You smiled, getting up and grabbing your keys out of your bag. “I’ll be right back, don’t burn down the house, okay?”

“I won’t.” A mini promise before you hurried next door.

Only briefly getting used to the comfort of your home. You grabbed the small basket with nail polishes and remover. Running back and settling back down in the homemade fort. It hadn’t taken you long to decide on a colour, pink with a glittery shimmer.

“Mary, sit still.” You chirped firming your hold.

“You’re tickling me.” The foot in your hand tried to wriggle out of your grasp. Loud giggles erupting from the small body on your opposite.

“If you keep this up you’ll have more nail polish on your skin than the actual toenails.” You giggle, hearing the door open and keys being tossed on the table with a loud thud.

Frank leaned his hands down on the table. He looked like he had a rough day with whatever he had to do.

“We’re painting toenails.” Mary gleamed showing him the foot we were working on.

“Are you serious?” He sounded aggravated. Mary’s face dropped at Franks annoyed words. Assuming she’d experienced a minor outburst from him before. You couldn’t get a good read on him and opted for the immediate apology.

“Sorry, I thought it might be okay, since it’s only her toenails -- they can be hidden.” Screwing the brush back on the bottle. “I should have asked first.”

“You should have indeed.” He growled

“Mary come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” The disappointed pout on her pale face made your heart sink. Getting up and holding your hand out for her.

“Thanks for watching her, but I didn’t expect to come back to all this girly nonsense and fucking mess.” Frank grumbled. His impatience growing when you weren’t moving fast enough “Just leave it and get out already.” His annoyance had softened when he spoke the harsh words, too late for an apology now.

“Shut up Frank, I thought it was a nice gesture.” Dropping Mary’s hand and pushing past Frank’s body. You turned around to look at him. “You just didn’t have to be a dick about it.” Slamming the door on your way out.

Large steps taken to your house next door, balled fists by your side while you mumbled angrily to yourself. Fighting the tears that were threatening to fall from being exhausted and emotional, clearly the lack of sleep coursing your body. A squeal escaped when you were tugged -- a little too roughly -- on your arm, making you spin around. Frank!

“Leave me alone, you ignorant prick.” You tried breaking free from his grasp, hitting his arm with your free hand.

“I’m sorry.”

“Sorry won’t cut it.” You spat tears now streaming down your cheeks from the overwhelming tiredness consuming your body.

“It’ll have to do”

“It won’t and you know what,” You took in a sharp breath “You’re such an asshole you know that? I did something nice for Mary and here you come, barging in and being all rude and taking your shitty mood out on me. She looked devastated about having to take off some innocent nail polish. I did you a favour when you practically begged me to babysit her. It is just nail polish, Frank, not a full blown makeover to become the next pageant queen of the state…”

The anger unleashed onto him had made you feel slightly better. Before you could speak two large hands had pulled you in and enveloped your lips harshly. The shock made time stand still and then your thoughts recollected themselves at what was happening. Trying to push him off.

“I am really sorry,” Frank looks down at you taking in your features, his cheeks blushed. “I shouldn’t have taken out my rough day on you, it’s just -- it’s just Evelyn making life difficult for a second time ‘round”

You knew his mother was ruthless when it came to Mary. He had told you some small stuff, but knew their relationship was complicated. You’d seen her once and she made shivers run down your spine. She didn’t look like a pleasant person to be around.

Your face softened at his explanation “You want to talk about it over a couple of beers?”

“No, I don’t”

“You don’t want beer? I am truly shocked.” You feigned a gasp, clutching your chest in shocked surprise.

“I want the beer; I don’t want to talk -- I want to make it up to you.”

“For what exactly, Frank?”

“Being an asshole, can I persuade you with an offer of beer and pizza?” It wasn’t really a question, but it was a nice sincere suggestion.

You contemplated for a moment, you grabbed his face and risen to your toes. Pulling him down in your cradled grip and pressing your lips gently to his.

“Does this mean she can paint my nails again?” Mary shouted from the door. Breaking away from the kiss, Frank let’s out a grunt and you both turn your head towards the blonde girl grinning widely in the opening.

“MARY! Get inside”

“Play nice asshole.” With a giggle you slapped his chest playfully.

How’s it going – 6 months later

Your sundress clung to your body, yelping at the cold water from the exploded water balloon. You’re quick to grab the hose holding it in Mary’s direction, joyful shrieks filling the air.

“STOP! STOP!” She yelled, trying to fight her way towards you.

“No, you started it, you’ll finish it.” You laughed continuing to pour the cold water on her.

She fell down and let out a frustrated sob. You initially thought she’d gotten hurt, but when you reached her she full blown sprayed you with her water gun.

“That’s cheating.” You protested, you turn your head at the large grumble from the familiar truck you had been waiting to see. Mischief coursing through your body and you look down at Mary who expresses the same delight as you. “Let’s get Frank.”

“YES!!!” The exhilaration clearly visibly, jumping up and down.

Hiding around the corner you watch Frank approach the house, unknowingly, scanning through the mail. Mary runs up to him with her water gun and you throw some water balloons his way. Hitting him on his head and arm.

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME!” Frank growled looking at the both of you giggling. “This is how I get welcomed home?” He opened the door and tossed the mail inside, before returning with a wide grin, grabbing a filled bucket by the door and running your way.

“RUN” Mary shrieked heading off, Frank followed in her tracks. Grabbing her by the arm and locking her between his legs. Her frantic movements were no match to his firm hold and she screeches when the cold water is poured down on her.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the interaction. Frank whispers something in her ear and she nods. He lets her go and he waves at you, raising your eyebrow in confusion, but soon realize that Mary is running your way.

“You traitor.” You chuckle pointing towards Mary.

Running away quickly, sprinting around the house trying to dodge Mary. She launches her small body at you, hanging onto you like a Koala. It has clearly slowed you down and before you know it Frank catches you, securing you in his grasp. Mary let’s go and runs away.

“I missed you.” You muse giving him a quick peck on his lips, batting your eyelashes at him.

“I missed you too, but that cute look is not going to charm me.” He places a gentle kiss on your lips, pulling back giving you a devilish look. “We’ve got other ways to deal with naughty girls like you.” With ease Frank lifts you over your shoulder, you slap his ass animatedly trying to get him to put you down.

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takemyopenheart · 3 years

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Just One Look

Summary: Ethan and Luz take a much-needed relaxing break.

A/N: At long last, I’m back with a new fic after a three-month-long hiatus. I just want to give a MASSIVE thanks to @lsvdw-blog for her constant motivation and help; this one would have forever been sitting in my wips otherwise. ILYSM, L!

“Hermosa, we’re back.”

The stillness surrounding the apartment is interrupted as Ethan steps through the front door with a leashed Jenner in tow.

“Luz?” he calls out again only to be met with silence. “Your mom fall asleep already, boy?”

The chinook tilts his head at his question and bolts past Ethan once he’s freed from his restraint.

If there’s one thing Jenner loves more than his tasty food and koala plush toy, it’s cuddling with Ethan and Luz on their bed. A realization that hits Ethan too late; he rushes toward their bedroom with the hope that the ruckus hasn’t roused her from her sleep.

It’d been an exhausting day at the hospital; Ethan was officially Chief of Medicine while Luz was Head of Diagnostics. Work was busier, and on long nights such as tonight, sleep called their name— but not before they fed themselves and took Jenner out for a walk, which Ethan volunteered to do.

As soon as Ethan steps into their bedroom, he takes notice of the empty bed and the stripe of light emanating from the ajar bathroom door.

Luz’s ginger-scented body wash reaches him as he steps closer. The scent alone invigorates his desires and conjures the captivating image of her long neck and his lips trailing kisses across her collarbone— that sweet scent on every inch of her skin.

“Enjoying the view?”

His thoughts are interrupted by the vixen herself, looking like the vision of his dreams as he stands in the doorframe. His eyes trail over Luz’s body laid out in the bath, the bubbles giving him a glimpse of the naked beauty beneath, and the candles beside her providing a heavenly warm glow.

“The best I’ve ever seen,” he declares as he strides further into the room.

Her pillowy, dewy lips form a sultry smile, and he falls further into her seduction.

“So, are you just gonna stand there?”

The question she utters is all he needs to bring his mouth to hers. The kiss quickly becomes urgent as he cradles her face. A soft sigh escapes her, and just as he’s lost in her delectable taste, he feels her grasp on his collar and tips forward.

“Hey, wait a minute!” he yelps as he grabs hold of the bathtub to avoid completely falling in. “My phone’s in my pocket.” His hand pats his thigh to ensure that his phone is right where it should be... and dry.

Crisis averted.

She smothers a laugh. “Which is why you should’ve just walked in here naked.”

“I thought you were asleep.”

“Felt like having a bath.” She shrugs and stifles a yawn. “Water’s warm, it feels nice...”

“I take it this is an invitation to join you?” he asks, raising a meaningful brow.

“If nearly pulling you in here with me wasn’t an invitation enough, I don’t know what is... Strip. Now.”

He snickers, raising both hands in the air. “Yes, ma’am.”

She drinks in the sight of his 6’4 figure as he begins unbuttoning his shirt, the action holding her attention like a hypnotic spiral. Her eyes trace every sculpted muscle as it becomes exposed until he’s standing before her in all his naked glory. Everything about him is glorious.

“I’m so damn lucky,” she says with a wolf whistle, meeting his heated gaze.

“I repeat the same thing to myself every day.”

The bubbles have dispersed, and his gaze roams her from head to toe, taking his sweet time memorizing every delicious curve.

The heat of his gaze envelops her; she can’t take a second more without his touch. “Get in here, Casanova,” she instructs, scooting forward to accommodate him.

With a grin, he situates himself inside the large bathtub behind her, his arms instinctively wrapping around her waist.

“Jenner got sick of us,” Luz points out, noting Jenner’s absence.

“Good, because I want all of your attention right now.”

“Someone sounds jealous,” she teases, her hands absentmindedly softly stroking his thighs.

“Jealous of a slobbery mutt who drinks from the toilet? I don’t think so,” he says with a shake of his head.

Luz chuckles, tossing her head back before wincing at the sudden movement.

“What’s wrong? What is it?” he asks, frowning in concern.

“No, no, nothing, just slightly sore all over; it was a long day.”

“Well, just lay back against me. Let’s stay like this for a while.” He lifts her hand to his lips, trailing them over her knuckles.

“I haven’t washed my hair,” she mumbles softly.

“Allow me.”

He goes to grab the bottle of shampoo and squeezes a sizable dollop onto his palm before massaging it into her hair.

“Thank you.”

Her shoulders immediately relax as his hands knead her scalp.

“Of course, darling,” he whispers into her ear, the graze of his lips spreading pleasant shivers throughout her body.

Once he’s finished rinsing her hair, the next comforting sensation she feels is his lips leaving chaste kisses along her neck.

One tender kiss after the other, his lips are soft and gentle across her skin. She all too quickly becomes putty in his hands and leans back against his chest with a contented smile on her face, the soreness ebbing away.

She twists her body to bury her face in the crook of his neck and closes her eyes as they lapse into a comfortable silence, their heartbeats calm as they relish in each other’s warmth.

He tightens his hold on her and looks down at her peaceful form. A gentle smile illuminates her face, the curve of a smile that makes his heart soar every time. He’s mesmerized, completely enraptured by the woman in his arms.

Her eyes blink open, sensing his eyes on her, and linger on him as his fingers skim her cheekbones. Just one look and she feels his love bursting through.

Her hand rests on his, and she closes the gap between them. Their kisses start lazy and slow until she feels his body responding to her. With a nip to her bottom lip, his kisses become desperate and possessing, and his hands cup and squeeze her rear.

“Wasn't this morning enough for you?" she mutters between kisses.

He pulls back, and his eyes bore into hers, sparkling and adoring as he brushes her hair back. "I'll never get enough of you.”

And she doesn’t doubt him for a second. She pulls him in once more, sealing the promise of forever.

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Bonus: a picture of our very good boy Jenner <3

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#ethan ramsey #open heart #ethan x luz #playchoices

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leon-scott-kennedy · 3 years

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Distrail

Chreon, Rated-T

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For a price, anyone could check into a seedy motel, even three people covered in blood, guts, and grime, no questions asked, especially with the ashes of Raccoon City still cooling 100 miles away. So the horizon still held a faint glow of destruction when Leon and Claire stumbled, barely conscious, through the front door of the Tadpole motel at 2 PM October 1st, using each other as support and Sherry clinging to Leon’s back like a koala if a koala drooled and snored.

Two other motels along the highway turned the odd couple away, rumours already flying about Raccoon City, zombies, and a nuclear cover-up. But at the right price, triple the going rate, Claire managed to convince the manager to let them bunk down, courtesy of Leon’s stressed credit card.

The fact Leon’s credit card worked, or that he even still had his credit card, was a miracle. His wallet hadn’t exactly been a priority, and honestly, they could sleep in a cockroach-infested basement, and Leon would be happy because they were dead on their feet after hiking on foot what Leon estimated to be a good 30 miles of rough terrain to get to the nearest town. The sun barely peeked over the horizon when the sky behind them exploded.

Raccoon City was gone. The people Leon had sworn to defend were gone. Sherry and Claire were all he managed to protect, and he’d be damned if he failed now.

The motel room wasn’t terrible; two double beds, a small tube TV, and a leaky faucet. It wasn’t good, but it wasn’t something out of a horrible nightmare. They’d left that behind them.

“I’m glad we don’t have a blacklight,” Claire joked, but her tone fell flat.

Leon nudged the bed farthest from the door suspiciously with his boot, dragged back the yellow duvet, and inspected the mattress before he lay Sherry down and tucked her in. He even let Claire shower first, insisted, while he watched Sherry sleep, tossing and turning and whimpering from reliving the horrors in her dreams until Claire emerged from the bathroom, hair still damp, and crawled into bed beside Sherry.

By the time Leon scrubbed his skin raw, the water was cold, and Claire had passed out cold with Sherry cuddled up beside her, little hand tangled in the front of Claire’s dirty tank top like a lifeline. Leon passed out face first on the other bed. He couldn’t even muster the energy to get under the covers.

Movement woke Leon. He jolted awake, reaching for his gun on the bedside table, only to find Claire, fully dressed, perched on the end of his bed and tugging one of her boots. She smiled sadly at the gun levelled at her head.

Leon lowered Matilda, gasping for air. His arm fell limply to his side. “Claire?”

“Hey.” Claire pulled on her second boot. “Sorry.”

Leon blinked at the sleep crusting his eyes. “What... what are you doing?”

Claire sighed and set her foot back down solidly on the ground, hands grasping her thighs. “I need to find Chris. I need... I need to know he’s okay.”

“Now?” Leon glanced at the clock. The bright red numbers read 7:46. The setting sun outside glowed faintly behind the curtains.

“If you ever need me...”

“Forget me. What about Sherry?” Leon snapped, somewhat mollified when Claire winced.

“I know you’ll take good care of her.” Claire’s attention briefly snapped to the sleeping 12-year-old that had survived literal hell. “Leon... if I didn’t have to.”

“Yeah. Yeah, whatever,” Leon scoffed, then rolled over. His heart thundered in his chest. He heard Claire briefly wake up Sherry to say goodbye, promising they’d be in touch, that if Sherry ever needed her, all she needed to do was call.

The door creaked open. Leon clenched his eyes shut, willing down the panic swelling in his chest until it ached. This was it. He was all Sherry had left. They were on their own.

“Take care of our girl for me.” Claire’s voice was barely a whisper.

Leon’s hands trembled, buried in the sheets and pillows, he struggled to suck down air, and his hearing fuzzed. Claire was gone.

For hours, Leon faded in and out of consciousness, barely able to keep the crush of dread at bay. Finally, at some point around 3 AM, he gave up all pretense to sleep and kept a vigilant guard. He jumped at a car alarm, tensed at the slam of a door, and clenched Matilda tightly when soft footfalls passed their door. Eventually, Sherry climbed into his bed to watch early morning cartoons with him.

“Is Claire going to be okay?” Sherry asked softly. She hugged Leon’s arm, cuddling into his side like he used to with his grandma.

“Yeah. Don’t worry about her,” Leon said. He slumped to the side, gently resting his head on top of Sherry’s. “She’ll be fine, kiddo.”

When the sun rose, Leon and Sherry trekked down to the front office to extend their stay another night, then hiked into town searching for clothes and sustenance. Being out in public, surrounded by people, set both Leon and Sherry on edge. They jumped at the slightest sound, and Sherry refused to release Leon’s hand for anything less than going to the bathroom, and even then, he had to stand guard outside the stall. Thank god he had pissed before they left the motel because Sherry was clinging to the back of his jacket while he tried seemed ridiculous.

Their shopping trip was quick. They grabbed what they could, Sherry setting a brisk pace through the little thrift store they found, dragging Leon from rack to rack. They scrounged up a few changes of clothes, socks, underwear, which Leon was a little uncertain of, a jacket that fits over his side holster since he had a license to carry, and a backpack that they filled with snacks and a deck of cards from a little corner store. It turns out Leon’s palette was similar to a twelve-year-old.

The tenuous credit limit finally crapped out on Leon when he tried to buy a six-pack at a shady liquor store on the way back to the motel.

“No job. No money. Just great,” Leon sighed.

For the rest of the day, they holed up in their room munching on junk food, watching terrible daytime TV, and playing Go Fish until Leon made the brilliant decision to teach Sherry how to play poker, and she fleeced him for all the Cheetos.

Leon had no plan beyond survive, and he hadn’t even planned for that. His body ached from being tossed by mutated monsters and shot. His wrapped shoulder twinged.

“Shit,” Leon cursed and clutched his wound. They needed help. He needed help. Taking care of a kid without any resources would be impossible; never mind, he’d never taken care of a person in his life. He had no siblings, no parents. His grandma died when he was nine.

Leon smiled at Sherry in reassurance when she questioned him. This little girl couldn’t be another statistic of the system. He could fix that. He would fix that.

Covered in orange Cheeto dust, Sherry crashed around 8 in the evening. The glow of the sun behind the curtain reminded Leon of the mushroom cloud that had enveloped the sky 36 hours ago. Leon’s stomach twisted in knots. Every creak, every thump, every squeaky break, Leon tensed, waiting for something to crash through the door and disrupt the precarious peace.

Leon hunkered down on his bed, the one closest to the door and any potential threat that came for them, and prepared for another sleepless night on edge.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Around one in the morning, his eyes beginning to droop, Leon nearly fell off the bed in his mad scramble for his gun when someone knocked heavily on the door. Checking his clip, Leon cautiously crept to the door, motioning for now very awake Sherry to stay out of sight.

“Who is it,” Leon called.

“Hi. Look, I’m sorry to bother you. My name is Chris Redfield. I’m looking for my sister Claire.”

Leon blinked and glanced back at Sherry, whose head had popped out of the blanket at the sound of Claire’s name. Then, double-checking he had bolted the chain, Leon opened the door a crack to peek out.

A man a little taller than Leon stood under the flickering light outside the door, his hair cut short and a 5 o’clock shadow. Chris Redfield, decorated member of the Racoon City Stars Division. Leon recognized him from the old photo Claire had shown him, but also the records he’d run across during his frantic hunt through the Police Department.

“Chris?” Leon said, astonished it was actually him. He slammed the door, unbolted the chain, and flung the door open again. “What the- Claire’s looking for you. What are you doing here?”

Chris, who eyed the gun uncertainly, brightened at the mention of his sister. “Is she here? The manager at the front recognized her. Said she was here with some guy and a kid.” Chris glanced past Leon into the room to Sherry curled up in the other bed peering out with curious fear from under the blankets.

Leon shook his head, eyes scanning the parking lot. “She’s not here. She left this morning to find you.”

“Fuck.” Chris winced and glanced at Sherry again. “Shit, sorry.”

Sherry giggled into her hands, and Leon rolled his eyes. “I think she’s dealt with worse.” Like the apocalypse.

“But she’s okay. She’s alive?” Chris asked.

“Who? Claire? Yeah. Yeah, she’s fine. Saved my ass more than a few times.” Leon smiled wistfully and then frowned. So Claire had left, and now, here, her brother was trying to track her down. It must be nice to have someone that gave a damn about you.

“Oh, thank god.” Then, finally, all the tension and stiffness in Chris’ posture melted. “I got her message, and...”

Leon scanned the dark parking lot again for any sign of life, then gestured into the motel room. “You should come in.”

“No.” Chris waved off the invitation. “No, I need to find her.” But the fatigue in his voice threatened to topple him, and that would definitely fell Leon if he tried to catch him.

“Dude, you’re dead on your feet,” Leon said. “It’s the middle of the night. Crash for a few hours.”

“Yeah!” Sherry chimed in, bouncing on her bed. “Stay!”

Chris shook his head. “I can’t.”

Leon pursed his lips. “Look, I don’t know you, man. But I do know that if you pass out behind the wheel and wrap yourself around a pole, you’re pretty damn useless to her.”

Chris opened his mouth to argue, and Leon sighed, tilting his head to the side, ready to give up when Chris snapped his mouth closed and cleared his throat. He studied Leon closely, scrutinizing him like he would a suspect, but Chris must have been satisfied with what he found - weakness, terror, immaturity - because he finally said, “just a few hours.” And the anxiety squeezing the life out of Leon eased, just a tiny bit. Enough that he could breathe.

Chris excused himself to run and grab his go-bag, and Leon cursed his stupidity because nothing was stopping Chris from running. That tightness immediately returned, but a few minutes later, another sharp knock sounded at the door.

Leon smiled tiredly and welcomed Chris into the room, relieved to have the company, someone who knew what they were doing; an adult. Leon grew up fast, but he’d never been an adult in his life. Racoon City was supposed to be a fresh start, and now, he was back to square one. Not even. He was in the basement of square one—the root cellar.

Leon finally caught a good look at Sherry with the lights on, still covered in orange dust, her fingers and cheeks stained. “Jesus. Did you eat the Cheetos or roll in them?”

Sherry laughed. “Leon taught me to play poker, and then I won all the cheezies,” she said to Chris, who grinned.

“Nice job.” Chris offered her a high-five, which she eagerly accepted. The hero worship was already forming.

“He gets a little wrinkle right here when he lies,” Sherry said, pointing a small finger between her eyebrows.

“Okay,” Leon said, scooping Sherry off the bed and carrying her off under one arm. “Let’s get you cleaned up and back in bed, munchkin.”

Cheeto dust proved a formidable adversary, but they managed. When they walked back into the room, Chris was standing exactly where they had left him, his bag still slung over his shoulder and his boots laced.

Getting Sherry tucked back into bed became a struggle now that the brand new company hyped her up; no hesitation whatsoever. She liked Chris. She even made Chris put her to bed, Leon faking offence at being disregarded for the new guy, but there was something about seeing a six-foot boulder of a man coax a tiny twelve-year-old back to sleep that made Leon’s chest ache. Especially when Chris told the story of how Claire was convinced that if she left fake teeth under her pillow, she could trick the tooth fairy into giving her more money. It never worked. The tooth fairy left chocolate coins instead. Fake money for a fake tooth.

Leon watched perched on the edge of the other bed, a little envious of Chris’ skill with kids. He double-checked the safety on his handgun, then the clip. Chris eyed Leon as he set his weapon back down on the bedside table, and Leon couldn’t muster the energy to be self-conscious about his paranoia.

Chris may be Claire’s sister and a fellow survivor of Raccoon City, but Leon didn’t actually know him. For all he knew, he was a traitor like Irons or Wesker. Maybe he wasn’t the man Claire believed him to be. What the hell had he been thinking? Inviting a stranger to stay with them?

With Sherry asleep again, Leon and Chris were left to settle in for the remainder of the night. For Chris, that meant shedding his bulky jacket and combat boots.

“It’s Leon, right?” Chris said. He stood awkwardly beside the bed, watching Leon click off the light and climb under the blankets, tucking himself up against the edge of the mattress as close as he possibly could without toppling off. “Claire mentioned you in one of her messages.”

Leon almost facepalmed. He hadn’t introduced himself. He really was doing everything backwards. ��Yeah. That’s me. Leon S. Kennedy.” He curled up into a small ball.

“Jesus Christ.” Chris swiped his palm across his mouth. “You’re the new rookie.”

Leon chuckled humourlessly, his hands tightening into fists around the sheets pulled up to his neck. “Was a hell of a first day.”

Chris picked up real quick that Leon didn’t want to talk about it. So instead, he climbed into his side of the bed, the one closest to the door. The mattress dipped under his weight, and Leon tensed. Where else would Chris have slept? The floor? The last person Leon shared a bed with was his ex, who had seemingly saved his life. If she hadn’t broken up with him, if he hadn’t gotten drunk, if he hadn’t slept in hungover as hell, he would have arrived right in the middle of the initial panic, and who knows if he would have survived that. No one else in the department had.

What would it have been like? The screams, the moans, the pleas for help- the sounds still played on repeat in Leon’s head. Lieutenant Marvin Branagh, mouth agape, stumbling towards him with his hands out. Leon had put two bullets between his eyes.

The first indications of a panic attack slammed into Leon. Abruptly, his throat closed. He couldn’t breathe, his vision slid out of focus, and his chest compressed. Like someone reached into his chest and squeezed his heart in a vice. His entire body shook.

Suddenly, a warm voice murmured in his ear, the soothing tone talking him down, calming him. Leon wasn’t alone. He wasn’t trapped in the police station battling endless waves of the undead, the people of Raccoon City he’d taken an oath to serve and protect.

“Leon, kid, you need to breathe,” Chris said. His presence was a solid wall behind Leon. “I’m going to touch you, okay?”

Leon focused on Chris’ voice. His vision began to swim back into focus, his hearing rushed back in a sudden wall of familiar night noises like the drip of the faucet in the bathroom or the lonely car that passed on the highway. He nodded, not fully understanding what Chris was saying. An arm slid around his waist and pulled him back into a firm chest. Leon flailed, seconds from panic again when Chris’ voice rumbled in his ear.

“You’re going to be okay. I got you.”

Leon grasped Chris’ arm, his grip probably tight enough to leave bruises, and he choked on a shuddering sob.

“It’s okay, Leon. You’re going to be okay.”

Gasping for air, Leon rolled over and buried his face in Chris’ chest, and Chris let him. Leon’s sobs were muffled in Chris’ arms, not wanting to disturb Sherry in the next bed. He felt every subtle muscle flex when Chris tightened his grip or shifted them into a more comfortable position. That’s how Leon passed out, wrapped in the reassuring embrace of a complete stranger, one who understood the hell he’d lived through and the fear and uncertainty he felt in his soul.

Morning came quickly. Leon woke up still curled into Chris’ chest with a death grip on the other man’s faded t-shirt. Chris’ nose was buried in Leon’s hair, each soft snore ruffling his hair, but his embrace hadn’t lessened overnight.

The warmth of embarrassment burning, Leon snuck out of bed, anxiously loosening Chris’ hold and dashing for the safety and solitude of the bathroom, horrified at his complete lack of control the night before. No one had held him like that before, at least not since he was a child and his grandma would sit up with him after a nightmare. But, sadly, this was another type of nightmare, a waking one.

When Leon finally mustered the courage to wander back into the room, Chris was up, sitting on the edge of the bed with his elbows on his knees.

“You okay?” Chris asked the same time Leon burst out, “I’m sorry!”

Chris sighed. “You didn’t do anything wrong. When I showed up on your doorstep last night, I saw right away that you were barely holding it together.”

Leon’s fists clenched at his side. He couldn’t meet Chris’ gentle gaze.

Chris crossed the room in two enormous strides and considerately grasped Leon by the shoulders. “It was the shock finally hitting you. It happened to me too, but I was alone,” Chris admitted. “Hey. Hey, come on. Look at me.”

Leon bit his lower lip, but he slowly looked up, eyes stinging. “I don’t know what to do.”

Telegraphing his movements, Chris gently pulled Leon into a tight hug. “You’re not alone. We’re going to do this together. I want to take Umbrella down, but first, I wanna make sure you’re okay.”

Leon jerked back so fast Chris stumbled. “I want to help. I want to make those sons of bitches pay.”

Chris smiled. “Good. But first, I have a safe house.”

Together, they set the plans. Leon and Sherry would meet Chris in two days, hopefully with Claire in tow, at Chris’ new safehouse three states over. Sherry and Leon could catch a bus a couple miles down the highway to get them most of the way. The trick would be getting up the mountain to the cabin. But they were in this together. Hope simmered once again.

Armed with a freshly drawn map on motel stationery, Leon watched Chris pack. Umbrella wouldn’t know what hit them.

“Here. Take it.”Chris handed Leon two rumpled twenties, a five, and a few ones he dug out of his wallet. “It’s all the cash I have on me, but it should be enough to get you there. I’ll drop you off-”

“No.” Leon took the cash, but waved off Chris’ offer to give him and Sherry a lift to the bus station. “It’s in the opposite direction. We’ll be fine.”

“Two days,” Chris promised. Sherry had climbed out of bed and now clung to Chris’ arm as if he couldn’t leave as long as she was attached. He ruffled her hair. “With or without Claire, I’ll be there and we’ll go from there.” Chris grabbed Leon by the back of the neck and dragged him into a gruff hug, their foreheads lightly pressed together. “It’s gonna be okay, kid.”

And Leon believed him. That is, until two hours later when an unmarked vehicle pulled up on Leon and Sherry hiking down the side of the road, hand in hand. They never made it to the rendezvous.

#chreon #leon s kennedy #chris redfield #claire redfield #sherry birkin #re2make #re fanfic #leon kennedy #kennfield

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fundy-simp · 3 years

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Tommy&Tubbo&GN!Reader - Foxes and Tailoring [1397 words]

Fluff! You tore one of your favorite, and warmest, hoodies while chasing after a fox in Snowchester and that’s when you learn that Tommy Innit Minecraft, believe it or not, knows how to sew.

In game au, placed vaguely after L’Manburg’s bombing while you, Tommy, and Tubbo are visiting Snowchester. Also I know Tubbo doesn’t have a fireplace, I will bend canon slightly for the sake of everyone not dying of hyperthermia. Also once again, if you feel weird about friends cuddling/generally being affectionate, feel free to scroll past :)

“Tubbo! Shhh!!” you whisper yelled at the shorter teen as the two of you tried to sneak towards the snow fox that was only a handful of meters ahead of you. It sat in front of you both, curled up sleeping lazily under a tree.

Tubbo grabbed your arm excitedly, a huge goofy grin on his face, “I’m sorry y/n!!! I’m just so excited!” He replied, obviously too loudly as you both watched in disappointment as the fox snapped up and scurried off, “SHIT. I'm sorry.” he said sadly, you just brought your free arm up and pat him on the shoulder.

“No worries, dude I’ll get it!” You insisted cheerfully, “Why do you go back to your house and warm up while I try one more time?” you suggested, lightly tugging your arm from his grasp.

You watched his face contort into a pouty face for a few seconds before a particularly strong breeze swept through the trees. His face flashed a surprised look as he quickly nodded, “You know what? Good idea, good idea! I think Tommy’s getting board anyways!” He said, giving you a fast hug before scurrying off back towards his house.

As soon as he was gone you let out a heavy sigh, you love Tubbo, you really do! But this is going to be much easier with him gone. Carefully and softly you walked through the snow, peaking around trees to try and spot the snow fox again. As if on cue you saw it, carefully nuzzled next to a berry bush and a tree.

You lifted your fist up in silent triumph as you crouched near it, trying your best to avoid the berry bush. Right before you had the chance to grab it, it shot up, looking at you for less than a second before running off again, not noticing the tug on your hoodie as you run. You groan as you run after it, fuck subtlety. You just want a fox for your friend, damn it. You see it, it had stopped under another tree, quickly you ran over to it and scooped it up onto your arms.

After a bit of squirming it stilled, looking up at you expectantly. Sighing, you smile, now why the hell were you so cold?! You shuffle the fox in your grasp to look around before finding what was wrong, there was a huge tear and the breeze chilling you to the bone implied that it went almost across your entire back.

Groaning, you quickly trudged your way back to Tubbo’s house, trying your best to not spook the fox and not freeze in the snow. After a few finger numbing minutes of walking you make it, “One of you come open the door for me!” you shout outside the door, knowing good and well you were not going to get it open yourself.

“Give us a moment, y/n!” You could vaguely hear Tubbo’s voice.

You sigh, it was starting to not be cold anymore which was a problem of its own, “Tubbo, come open this door now, or I’m letting this fox go!” you threaten, it is far too cold for this shit.

There was a loud slam before multiple loud steps, you couldn’t help but smile as Tubbo swung the door open, “y/- oh- oH MY GOD IT’S SO CUTE!!” he reached for the animal and you happily handed him the creature. He cooed at it for a few seconds before moving and allowing you in.

You shut the door with a little too much force as you b-line it to the fireplace, “Hey, bitch!” You hear Tommy say from behind you.

“Hey, asshole!” You reply, pulling your arms around yourself in an attempt to warm yourself up.

Tommy basically cackled at you, “How the fuck is a torn up hoodie going to warm you up?” he asked, moving to sit down next to you.

You shrug, “Better than nothing I suppose, plus it’s not like I can have Niki fix it from here.” you say subconsciously moving towards Tommy.

He just scoffed, “Who needs Niki when you have me?! No one sews like the big man Tommy Innit!” He exclaimed, much to your surprise.

“Bullshit! You know how to sew?!” You asked, it had to be a prank, the loud and aggressive teen could not know how to sew.

He rolled his eyes as he dug through his inventory, “Watch me, pussy.” he shuffled through all his items- Good lord how does one person carry so much shit on them? -before finding a smallish sewing box, “Hoodie,” he demanded, “now. So I can show you just how wrong you are.”

You quickly pull off your hoodie, shivering slightly as you hand it to him. You halfheartedly paid attention while you leaned on his shoulder, he laid it out on the ground, inspecting the damage when Tubbo came over, “Man, you really did a number on that hoodie, y/n!”

“Sure did, all for you stupid fox.” You said tiredly.

Tubbo made a noise as he moved to stand in front of you, “She’s not stupid!! She’s my best friend and her name is Quartz!” He insisted happily, giving your leg a light kick, telling you in the same way he always has that he wants to sit in your lap.

Opening your arms and letting him nestle into your lap, you hum, “My bad Tubs, she’s very nice and I’m sure she’s very smart.”

Shuffling slightly Tubbo whined, “Oh now your just patronizing me!” Which made both you and Tommy laugh and Tubbo to just play his annoyance up more. “Guyys!! Stop being mean to me and Quartz.” you could basically hear the frowny face at the end of his sentence.

Tommy let out a quiet yelp and turned to you and Tubbo, “Will you two assholes shut up, I can’t focus with your rambling!” he grumbled, which made you and Tubbo giggle, but in the end you listened.

You snuggled into Tubbo as you watched Tommy work, honestly you’ve never seen the teen to calm and patient, it was almost concerning but in some weird way it was also comforting. Interestingly he was using red thread, which was probably because his favorite color was red, but to you it felt like a reminder of one of your two best friends. A silent promise that they’ll be there for you and you’ll be there for them. You wouldn’t say it out loud but Snowchester feels more like home than L’Manburg ever did, and you’re pretty sure your okay with that.

You’re not sure when you passed out, but when you woke up it was late into the night, the fireplace burned dully in front of you as you looked around. Your arm was slung around Tommy’s waist, head previously resting on the hardwood floor, while Tubbo was attached to you like a baby koala, his face rested comfortably on your back, both of his arms wrapped around your waist. Quartz was curled up by the dying fire, letting out a quiet yawn as you looked at her.

Lazily you lifted up your arm off of Tommy and reached for your hoodie, flipping it around to look at the stitch work. As Tommy said, he was really good at sewing, careful red thread closed the holes and brought a smile to your face. You flipped it around a few more times to see if there was anything else new to find your name carefully embodied where the breast pocket would be. It was in your favorite color, you’re surprised to learn he had anything other than his favorite bright red thread but it made you feel warm inside, warmer than any fireplace could make you. You looked at the sleeves to find Tommy had embodied his name on one wrist and Tubbo’s on the other, those damn dorks.

Halfheartedly, you toss the hoodie away from you three, this time resting your head on Tommy’s chest rather than the hard floor. The scene felt so different than what you were used to, then the hell you three had been put through time and time again, but damn was it welcomed. It was what they deserved to say the least, and soon this will become the new normal, but not now. For now it’s passing moments that you held dearly.

#dream smp x reader #dreamsmp x reader #mcyt x reader #tommyinnit + reader #tubbo + reader #fluff #once again this is platonic. if you read it as romantic thats on you

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hoodharlow · 3 years

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AN: I took a break from El Novio and thanks to Michael's Tiwtich stream an idea for Luke and Rory came about and I added that new pic y’alls mans posted 😌😌😌 also our newest 5sos!baby is named after my fave @wastelandcth

Requested? No

Warnings: general fluff with a breif interaction with rude a parent

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Luke gently pushed down Aaliyah onto the couch. He quickly sat up and removed his shirt. He unzipped Aaliyah’s windbreaker and kissed down her body. His hands instinctively tugged down her leggings. He choked on air as he saw that she wasn’t wearing anything under.

“I get butt sweat when I wear panties.” Aaliyah explained to him.

“All the more reason why you should ditch Alex, Fiona and Marina and stay with me. I can get you hot and stretched out so you don’t go to hot yoga.” Luke said before kissing her thighs.

“Mumma, I need my leo!” Rory yelled from her room, making them jump.

“I got it.” Luke mumbled kissing Aaliyah.

He slipped on his shirt and adjusted his boxers to cover the tent in his sweatpants. He jogged upstairs to Rory’s room and found all of her clothes discarded on the floor.

“What’s this?” He asked her.

“I can’t find my leo.” She said, dramatically laying on her rug.

Luke rolled his eyes at his three year old. He picked her up and sat her on the bed. He tossed her clothes on the bed and noted that she took out the clothes on the bottom drawers she reached. He pulled the second drawer and closed it back up remembering that it was her tennis and not her gymnastics one. All of her leotards and gymnastics equipment were in her closet.

“Here you go love.” Luke said, handing Rory her favorite leotard. It was forest green with silver stars around her arms. She liked it in part because it was the same green as the shirt he wore where his ‘boobies’ showed. It also meant that Luke had to wear the shirt so they could be matchy-matchy. A term Rory took from Nico.

“Thank you.” She went to her bathroom and went to change.

Luke folded her clothes and put them back in the drawers.

“Tada!” Rory said before she did a somersault.

“A perfect ten.” Luke said.

“Woohoo!” she cheered as she jumped to give him a high five. She went to her closet and grabbed her koala Converse Luke’s parents gave her when they all went to Australia for the band’s final leg of tour back in December. “Can I wear these?”

“Of course. Do you need help tying your shoelaces?”

“Yes, but I put them on.” Rory said. She slipped them on and pushed her feet towards Luke. He tied them and nearly fell back when she tackled him to a hug. “Thank you daddy!”

“You are welcome.”

Luke placed her on his shoulders and let her steer them downstairs. He ducked her as they went through the door frame and made sure she didn’t hit her head again. He put her down on her feet and watched her greet the dogs. She scratched Goldie’s tummy and kissed both Noon and Petunia’s heads.

“Wash your hands love.” Luke said when he saw her pull her chair.

“Oh yeah.” She pushed her chair and went to wash her hands. She stood on the stool and washed her hands with Luke. She dried them and went to sit on her activities table to color while she waited for Luke to get started on breaky.

“I’m going to kill Marina.” Aaliyah groaned as she went straight to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of green juice. She looked back to a wide eyed Rory.

“Not nice, mumma.” Rory said, dumping her crayon box onto the table.

“I didn’t mean it literally. It’s an expression you say when you get annoyed with someone because they’re making you do something you don’t want to.” She quickly explained. She turned to Luke. “So our yoga class got cancelled, and Marina came up with the genius idea that we go hiking near the house she and Ashton bought near the mountains.”

“That’s not so bad.” Luke said, flipping Rory’s blueberry pancakes.

“She wants us to bring the kids.” She deadpanned.

“But Rory has gymnastics.”

“Now you know why I want to kill her.”

Luke placed the pancakes on a plate for Rory and made a smiley face with more blueberries. He placed her pancakes on the breakfast table and motioned to come eat. He nodded along to whatever else Aaliyah was telling him.

“So it’s settled then.” She said, making him look over to her, confused. She gave him a look before she explained, “I’ll go run a few errands and get what we need for the trip while you take Rory to gymnastics. She’s super excited to show you off.”

Luke smirked and proudly looked at Rory. “I mean, I am Luke Hemmings, the father of the Aurora Marie Hemmings-Douglass after all.”

***

“Daddy, lights.” Rory pointed at their green vintage Porsche with the headlights still on.

Luke turned back and adjusted Rory’s bag over his shoulder. “They’ll turn off in a bit. C’mon we’re already late.” He said, tugging her down to the street.

Once inside the gym, Rory pulled off her Converse and chucked them at Luke. She quickly snuck into the middle of the line and followed the warmups.

The second he sat down at one of the empty tables, he got swarmed by a group of teenage girls, all giddy that he was at their gym. He took a few selfies with them until their trainers called them back from their break. They all giggled and bid him goodbye.

Once the last gymnast left, Luke focused on Rory. She was the best in her class. She followed every direction and watched the other kids. She would gather their mistakes and make mental notes not to do them. A trait she got from Aaliyah.

If Ryan Tedder hadn't sat next to Aaliyah, who was taking notes of if her classmates' mistakes and improving her work, at the UC Berkeley showcase, Rory wouldn't exist.

A few hours had gone by, Luke began reflecting. He leaned back and crossed his arms. It was the first time in a while that he felt like a dad. On top of their own world tour they did the year before, in the past few weeks, the band had been traveling all over the UK and Europe opening for Halsey's tour. So Luke hadn't had much time to spend with Rory. The last he had seen her was when she and Aaliyah visited him in Amsterdam to celebrate Rory's birthday. Now seeing her almost a head taller and with a more broader vocabulary, made him realize all that he's missed.

His heart warmed watching Rory high five a blonde girl with soft blue eyes before she went up.

"She's great, ain't she?" A woman with a heavy East Coast accent said, approaching him. She had large ginger-red hair and held a large bedazzled Starbucks cup.

"Best in class if I say so myself." Luke said politely.

"No offense, but the best in the class is the charity case in the green leotard." Rory was only one in green. "Poor thing was lucky that this place takes students based on talent and not if their single mom can afford it. It's funny that they both say that the dad—"

"Go Rory!" Luke cheered as Rory did a perfect cartwheels across the floor.

He clapped loudly and whistled. Rory high fived the trainer and went up to him as the trainers announced the end of training.

"Daddy, did you see me?" Rory asked him, climbing onto his lap.

Luke nodded and smiled. "I did. Perfect as always, love." he handed her water bottle.

The woman had walked away and went to a group of moms. Luke had noticed them when they arrived, but didn't pay much attention to them. But now that he eyed them, he saw them for what they were: vultures. He felt angry and annoyed with them.

"Are you ready?" Luke asked Rory.

"Yes." She said.

He grabbed her things and let her lead them out of the gym. She swung their hands together as they made their way to the car. Luke placed her things in the back next to her and helped her buckle up in her car seat. He rounded back to the driver's seat and started the car. Only for it to not to start. The car struggled a bit and gave out.

Luke cursed, remembering that it was probably the car lights he left on. He called Aaliyah to help him recharge his car. While they waited for her, he handed Rory his phone and played her a movie. A few moms had come up to them and offered to recharge his car, among other things. He declined them, with Rory assuring them that her mumma was coming.

Aaliyah pulled next to them a good fifteen minutes later. Luke pulled her into a hug and thanked her after she teased him once again for forgetting to turn off his lights. Rory got out of the car and hugged her. She went on explaining to her all the new stuff she learned and how happy she was that Luke took her.

"Daddy, can I go with mumma?" Rory asked once Luke's car was starting again.

"Sure,” He nodded. “ I'll race you two home." He challenged Aaliyah.

She shook her head. They both knew Aaliyah is the better driver between the two. "It's on."

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By the time they arrived at Ashton and Marina’s house it was around bed time for the kids. Around one in the morning Rory snuck into Luke and Aaliyah’s room because Max and Ethan were having a farting competition. Resulting in Luke and Aaliyah not being able to sleep because she took up half the bed, despite being barely three feet tall. But they were glad she was sleeping. The reason why they showed up at night was because she had a whole moment because they were taking the grey SUV Porsche and not the vintage green one.

“It’s so early Al.” Luke grumbled as he slipped on his boots.

“Oh shush, how many times did we have phone sex in the middle of the night because someone was in Europe and couldn’t wait a few hours.” Aaliyah sassed him as they quietly snuck outside.

Luke jogged to the car and removed Rory’s car seat, placing it in the trunk. Aaaliyah climbed inside and pushed him down on the seat. They devoured each other, not sure where to get started.

Aaliyah got off his lap and sat next to Luke, pulling off her pajamas. She threw them haphazardly around the car. Luke already settled in the middle seat shirtless and with his pants and boxers around his ankles as his cock stood proudly. While Aaliyah fixed her hair, he searched inside the center console, grabbing a box of condoms.

“What’s with the condoms?” She asked as he skillfully rolled it on him. “We haven’t used one in years. Why do we need one now? We literally have a child sleeping upstairs”

“Aaliyah,” Luke groaned at her in frustration.

“I’m not going to get into it right now because it’s early, but after breakfast we’re going to have a serious talk.”

Aaliyah stood on her knees over Luke’s cock and reached down for it as she ran her arousal on it. Luke grabbed her hips and guided her down his cock. Both let out a satisfied moan. Aaliyah grabbed the headrest and slowly rode him. Once she got used to him, Luke met her thrusts. They were urgent yet passionate. Aaliyah was a moaning mess for him.

Luke watched her dainty Cartier necklace bounce on her chest. He pulled her lips back to his. They moaned into each other. Aaliyah rode him with more urgency, but he pulled out of her.

Aaliyah couldn’t process anything because next thing she knew, Luke laid her on the car seat. He planted one of his knees on the seat and wrapped her legs around his torso. Aaliyah’s whimpers filled the room as he thrusted back into her. One of her hands gripped his bicep while the other traveled down to her clit.

While she rubbed herself, she panted. “I’m going to come.”

“Fuck—can you hold it? I’m almost there.”

Aaliyah nodded.

Luke slowed his thrusts. They were deeper and more precise, he took her as if he was making love to her. Aaliyah pulled his mouth to hers. This kiss itself was also slow and soft.

Aaliyah closed her eyes, she was close. “Eyes on me Aaliyah” he said. She opened her eyes and met Luke’s full of love and admiration.

With one swift movement both came undone, moaning each other’s names.

After another heated makeout session they got dressed. They quietly giggled to each other, surprised that Ashton wasn’t up yet doing yoga by the picnic table. They closed the front door and found the kids running around.

“My daddy says that there’s supposed to be ten numbers on a phone 9-1-1 has three.” Nico argued with Ethan.

“Nico, I’m six almost seven, trust me.” He said.

“Why are we calling 911?” Luke asked them.

“Rory is missing.” Max and Gemma, Michael and Fiona’s daughter said at the same time.

Nico and Ethan shushed them. Nico fixed her rainbow pajama leggings and said. “As Gemma and Max said, Rory is missing. When we woke up she was— “

“It’s Gemma like gem not with an H sound.” Ethan interjected.

“Well I’m Mexican and Mexicans say it with an H.”

“This isn’t Mexico, Nicolasa.”

Aaliyah got in between Nico and Ethan before their argument woke up the other parents. “Okay! Let’s bring it back to Rory. What do you mean she’s missing?” She motioned to her and Luke. “We went for a quick...walk and left her sleeping in our room.”

“Oh.” the four kids said in unison.

“Can we have breaky?” Max asked, making his way to the kitchen.

“Mumma, I want breaky too.” Rory mumbled, rubbing her eye.

All the kids ran and hugged her. “Rory!”

“Where were you?” Nico asked like a worried mother, who’s kid accidentally napped when they were supposed to be paying attention to the route thus making them miss their stop.

Rory shrugged. “Sleeping.”

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mono-dot-jpeg · 4 years

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red faced - a. keiji

Summary: You never thought about dating Keiji. But that thought isn't so bad..

Word Count: 1.7k

Genre: Bokuto’s Sister! Reader, Fluff, Akaashi is done with the Bokuto siblings, Truly Tooth Rotting Fluff

Pairing: Akaashi Keiji x Reader

a/n: akaashi is so pretty???? i love him? im a simp. i want to give him a hug 🥺 anyways fluff content for the pretty owl setter !!

“Keiji-kun!” You yelled out to him as he was nearly arriving at the school gym to get to practice. You ran up to him, hugging him tightly. He moves back at the impact of the hug but regains his balance, hugging you back.

“Oh, y/n-san. Hello.” He mutters to you.

“How many times have I told you to not call me y/n-san! Just call me y/n-chan or something, Keiji-kun!” You whine as you move to hug him from behind. You were a very overly affectionate person, Keiji never seemed to mind so he was often the target of your affections. Maybe Keiji was just desensitized to anything a Bokuto kid would do.

You were Bokuto’s younger sister. While you were similar to your older brother, you had your differences and Keiji seemed to be the very big similarity you had with Koutarou. Both of you were pretty much his best friends. Classmates made a lot of jokes about how Keiji seemed to attract anyone that's a Bokuto and he never denied it.

“Oh, sorry y/n-chan.” You visibly brightened more as Keiji continued to walk with you latching onto his back like a koala. “How was your day?” He asked. You started to ramble, completely taking the conversation over as he listened. Soon, you both get to the gym, getting greeted by your older brother.

“AkAAshI! y/n!” He yelled energetically. “Give me a toss, Akaashi!” Keiji peeled you off of him, much to your dismay, before nodding to Koutarou. You go over to the female locker rooms to change into your manager clothes. Koutarou forced you to be Fukurodani’s volleyball manager since you were just as experienced in volleyball as he was.

“Yukie-senpai! Kaori-senpai!” You yell as you run over to the two third years, nearly making them fall onto the floor as you hug them both. “Hello!” You greet them with a cheeky smile, knowing Yukie wanted to scold you for almost hurting her and Kaori.

“Ah.. y/n-chan, you scared me for a second there..” Kaori laughed softly.

“y/n-chan, be careful!” She hits her clipboard onto your head (not too hard) as to warn you. “You could’ve hurt me and Kaori-chan.” You rubbed your head after you got hit.

“Sorry!” You still had a cheeky smile on your face before you start rambling to your fellow managers about how your day was. The two third years had quite the soft spot for you, probably tolerated you more than Koutarou but they would never say that. “And then...” You slowly stopped rambling as your eyes focus on Keiji. Had he always looked that handsome? He was just setting for your brother but he looked so good? You can feel your cheeks heat up as Keiji looks over to you. You smile at him and wave cheerfully as he nods at you in response.

“What’s this? Our little manager is flustered after looking at Akaashi-kun?” Kaori teased as she pinched your cheek lightly, making your train of thoughts stop.

“W-what? And who you calling small?! I’m not that tiny!” Your face is still flushed as you pout. “I’m not that small...” You sulk. Cue your emo mode. Another similarity you and Koutarou had.

“y/n-chan, your height is just fine, it just makes you cuter.” Akaashi seemed to be listening in on your conversation and noticed your sudden emo mode. You can feel your face get warmer as you cover your cheeks. What was this feeling? You've never felt this way before.

"A-ah...thanks Keiji-kun!" You smiled brightly at him. He nods slightly in acknowledgement. You were the only one quick enough to notice the small smile on his face which made you brighten up even more. He went back to practicing and your fellow managers seem to be gossiping already.

"So...you and Akaashi-kun?" Yukie asked you. You nearly blew up at the mere implication the question had. You had never thought about dating the male. "You're so red, y/n-chan!" Yukie and Kaori giggled at their flustered kohai. They never seen y/n like this before. "Do you like him?"

That's when you stop covering your cheeks. You weren't sure. Did you like him? Did you like him only because he accepted your overly affectionate self? Was is it only because he was one of the few people that you can call a best friend? Was it because he was your best friend? "I-I don't know." Your words surprise yourself. You were always sure of yourself. Sometimes you would change a choice but in the end, you had confidence in yourself. "Do I like him?"

That question ran in your mind for a long time. While you still acted the same, your mind was truly a mess. Why did your heart beat a little faster when Keiji would compliment you or hug you back? Why did your face go red at the thought of dating him? Why did he have to look so cute when he smiled or he got focused on his work?

So many questions ran in your head that you didn't even realize you haven't greeted said male with a hug as he was getting close to attend practice.

"y/n-chan." You jump a bit at your name, looking at Keiji. "Why haven't you hugged me like you usually do?" Oh, how you wanted to melt at how cute he was being right now. He appreciated your hugs, you can feel your heart beat faster at that fact alone.

"Sorry! I'm just all over the place, Keiji-kun! Hello!" You give him a big hug, moving to cling onto him from behind. "Do you like my hugs, Keiji-kun?" You rest your head on his shoulder as you continue to cling onto the male while he piggybacks you.

"They're really nice. I like them." He says softly. Unbeknownst to you, his cheeks are dusted with pink. "Better than Bokuto-san yelling at me to set for him." You laughed in reply.

"Kou-nii just gets excited, you know that! He likes having you as a setter. You're really good, Keiji-kun." Your arms are loosely wrapped around his neck as your hands trail onto his shirt to pick at any stray fibers. You always needed to be doing something with your hands.

"You think so?"

"Of course! Best setter I know! I'm your number 1 fan, Keiji-kun! I always will be.." Your voice fades a bit towards the end. Maybe you do like him..

"y/n-chan? Are you okay?"

"Oh! Yeah! We're here!" He opened the doors of the gym as you quickly hop off of Keiji's back to go to the locker room. Koutarou immediately demanded for some sets like always.

"Ne, Akaashi?"

"Hm? What is it, Bokuto-san?" Akaashi looked at your brother.

"Do you like my sister?" The setter looked at Koutarou, noticing how serious he was being at the moment.

"Yes." Akaashi answered bluntly.

"More than a friend? Like you wanna date her?" Now that put Keiji in a bit of a loop. He liked you as a friend, yes, but did he see you as more of? He wasn't completely sure.

"I'm...not sure." He says softly as he sees you enter the gym once again and greet the other managers was a tumbling hug. You were laughing loudly while Yukie shook her head, laughing at your antics. Kaori was on the ground with you, comically yelling at you to be more careful. He wanted to make you smile that wide. But was that just a sign of being a good friend or wanting to be more?

"Just...take good care of her when I leave Fukurodani." Your sibling looks over at you while you notice the male duo staring and you wave at the two with a blinding smile. "Now send me some tosses, Akaashi!" Koutarou yells as he gets himself hyped up to practice his spiking. Keiji looks at you, waving softly in response.

"Are you sure you don't like him as more than a friend?" Kaori asked. You blush as you sit on the bench.

"U-uh, I don't know? What if he doesn't like me back?" You mutter, slowly going into your emo mode as you think about Keiji rejecting you. You sit down on the ground, moving your legs up to your chest while you hug yourself.

“Does your heart beat faster around him? Do you feel yourself wanting to do more with him than just hugs? Maybe like kissing him?” Kaori asks. You curl up further into a ball, hiding your red face.

“Kissing?” You ask. You look over at Keiji who was very focused on practicing like always. He looked so pretty.. You could imagine him kissing you- “U-um, m-maybe..” Keiji seemed to notice how you were curled up in a ball. He walks over to you.

“y/n-chan, are you in your emo mode again?” He crouches down to your curled up form. He pats your head. “What is making you sad?” You feel your face heat up more. His worried eyes look into your nervous eyes.

“It’s just...” Do I like him? But what if he doesn’t like me? Should I back out? No! A Bokuto shouldn’t back down! Your hands move to cup his cheeks before you quickly kiss him. It was more of a peck but nonetheless you did. “I like you! As more of a friend!” You yell, uncaring that it caught everyone’s attention. It was quiet. You look at Keiji and you notice the red dusting his cheeks. “I’m sorry.” You say, scared that he might just push you away.

“Why are you saying sorry?” He mumbles to you.

“Huh?” He grabs your hand, pulling you to stand up. He pulls you out of the gym.

“DON’T HURT HER, AKAASHI!” Koutarou screamed as he watched you two leave the gym.

“Where are we going?” You ask him as you struggle to follow him. He stops in the empty hallways.

“y/n-chan.” You almost wanna flinch at how serious he was being. “You have nothing to be sorry about. I like you too. More than a friend.” You see a small smile on his face, you smile back at him. You hug him.

“KEIJI-KUN!” You cried out while you hug him tightly. “I thought you didn’t like me like that! You scared me for a second there!” You whined as he chuckled softly, brushing his fingers through your hair.

“I’m sorry that I scared you, y/n-chan.” He moved back a bit to kiss your forehead. “So...are we dating?”

“OF COURSE, KEIJI-KUN!”

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xthewhiteravenx · 3 years

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Welcome to the Trap House Intelligence Agency “Protect Those Who Cannot Protect Themselves”

The Angels: Katrina Stuart, Tara Yummy, Devyn Lundy, Xepher Wolf (with Angel-in-Training Amber Scholl)

The Gentlemen: Colby Brock, Sam Golbach, Jake Webber, Corey Scherer, Aryia Emrani (with Gentlemen-in-Training Kevin Langue and Mike’sDead)

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“We were born with the insatiable taste for blood.”

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In these very rare occasions where an assignment required both teams, hell was always bound to break loose. Both teams should have known that by now but they enjoyed each other’s company too much sometimes that it clouded their judgement of their power. That thrill, however, was an addiction for them all and it is what made each member the perfect agent for the Trap House Intelligence Agency. It helped that each of them was an orphan, making them the perfect choice for their secret life, and the only people any of them cared about was each other.

They were dangerous. They were cunning. They were beautiful. And they would not hesitate to kill you to qui non sibi munait... to protect those who cannot protect themselves...

“Can you switch the security off, Angel Kat?” a blonde, dressed impeccably in his dark blue specialty-made suit, cocked his handgun, rounding the corner. His blue eyes narrowed in on the hallway, waiting for any movement.

Through his ear piece, the blonde heard the voice of his girlfriend, a literal angel, “Of course, babes!”

Gentleman Sam Golbach smiled brightly, “Thank you, love!” and slowly walked down the long hallway.

A few feet behind him was his “twin” (tied at the hip since they met in the Academy) Gentleman Colby Brock, who dressed in a completely black suit. One handgun was in his hand, ready to aim and fire, set to kill, but on his back was a pair of katana’s. Colby rarely every used them, though he was quite deadly with them, and instead used his hand-to-hand combat which was just as lethal. He was always able to get the enemy in a headlock with ease in the first few seconds before they knew what happened. A dark angel had taken their eyesight away and they floated into unconsciousness.

Behind Colby was Angel Xepher and an Angel-in-Training Amber. Both were heavily armed, but Amber was way more on edge than anyone was. If Sam could sense it from the few feet ahead he was, he knew Colby did. Suddenly, Colby turned to Amber with a soft expression, raising his hand to grasp her shoulder. She looked up at him with wide-brown eyes. This was her first official mission.

“You’re okay, Amber,” he reassured her and she exhaled, nodding.

Sam paused at a doorway and then turned, gun aimed within. Quick blue eyes drifted within and saw nothing except for the Prize. Smirking and lowering his gun, Sam made his way inside and quickly pocked the small GPS device they were searching months for. Just as he did so, a loud alarm went off. Sam went wide-eyed and dashed out of the room.

Colby gave him a side-eye of annoyance, as they all took off back the way they came, “What the fuck, Sam?”

Sam growled, “Wasn’t my fault,” and then aimed his voice toward his girlfriend, “I thought you said you lowered the security alarms, Kat!”

“I DID!” Kat was pissed and Sam could hear her tapping away on her laptop, “Fuck! Run, Sam! There’s an escape point out on the dam.”

Sam rolled his eyes, “We’ll be there,” he told his best friend and a shot rang out behind them.

Colby whirled around on instinct, Amber and Xepher continuing to run with Sam, and fell to his knees. His suit was made of Kevlar, like all Gentlemen’s suits were, and so his suit did not tare as he slid across his knees; he would have bruises on his knees afterwards though but nothing that couldn’t heal. As he slid, he brought his gun up and Colby shot at the figure blindly, watching as they fell to the ground. Colby smirked, rising with ease, and rushed off to catch up with the others.

“Took you long enough,” Xepher teased as Colby came up beside her.

He laughed and rolled his eyes, “Another dare, Xepher?”

A twinkle appeared in Xepher’s eyes, “You’re going down bitch!”

Gunfire began to rain down around them moments later and they rushed down the hallway. Each one of them spins around and shoots at their enemy, including Amber who got rather giddy after someone was hit. Xepher counted off each one she disarmed or injured so Colby knew exactly where they were at on their dare.

“15!” she called out.

Colby smirked, shooting another enemy, “18!” and Xepher growled, slamming her shoulder into a door that led them out on top of the dam.

Sam turned around and pushed his body up into the door, holding it there as soldiers pushed into him from the other side. Colby jogged further down the dam, peering around but not seeing anyone with a car or a helicopter to get them out.

“Where the fuck is our escape route, Katrina?” Colby growled into his earbud.

“Hold on, you grumpy koala,” Katrina murmured back, typing away on her laptop.

“We don’t got all day!” Sam grew angrier and angrier, pushing harder against the door, “And certainly not me here holding this damn door!”

“Did all of you pass your sky diving exam?” Katrina suddenly asks out of nowhere.

Colby cocks an eyebrow as he turns back to Xepher and Amber, “Of course we did.”

Amber looked down at the ground, toeing at a leaf, “Not me.”

Colby turned to her, “Shit...,” Amber looked at him, hurtful that she wasn’t a full Angel yet and was failing her team (though this mission was not supposed to end this way). Colby smiled softly at her and nodded, “Stay with me, okay? I got you.”

“Good,” Katrina interrupted their moment, “Because you all need to jump off the side of the damn in 5... 4.... 3....”

Both Gentlemen and Angels ran for the edge, Sam sprinting away from the door, which sprung open and a flood of soldiers spilled out onto the dam road. Guns raised and aimed at the four figures running for the edge. Colby grabbed Amber’s waist, pulling her close to him.

And they all jumped off the dam.

The air rushed up to meet Amber’s face, but she held on tightly to Colby’s body. Xepher cried out in adrenaline above them and Sam laughed so loudly above the wind.

Then, Colby opened his parachute, bringing Amber closer to his body, as they came to a slow fall. Xepher and Sam followed a few moments later. Below them, a speed boat sprung to life, spinning a circle of turning water to signal where it was. Gun shots rained down and Amber gave a sharp noise of surprise as both she and Colby suddenly went into a freefall as their parachute gave out.

“Get ready to swim!” Colby screamed in her ear, unlatching his broken parachute from his body.

The pair dived into the water, bubbles rising up around them. Colby could hear the muffled sounds of Xepher and Sam’s bodies hitting the water too, as he quickly kicked himself to the surface. With a gasp of fresh air, Colby spun around catching the boat’s attention, but was also looking for signs of his teammates.

A few seconds later, Amber appeared beside him, followed by Xepher and Sam, who gave him a watery smile. Xepher’s makeup had run a little, but majority of it had stayed on her face from the waterproof makeup Angels were allowed to use. Colby was honestly a bit jealous.

“Everyone okay?” Sam coughed a bit and they each nodded.

A breath escaped from Colby. His worse fear was always if someone on his team got hurt and he was relived. This mission was too close for comfort.

“Hey!” a familiar voice called out from the boat, as it slowly came up beside the four. Colby reached out for the metal pole of the ladder, pulling himself up onto the deck. He was drenched and Colby pulled at his collar, undoing his tie from around his neck and tossing it onto a nearby chair. The others followed behind him and Colby looked up at the driver.

“Well, don’t you all look like wet dogs,” it was Angel Katrina and beside her with four White Claws in hand was Gentleman Aryia. Katrina wore a deep blue bikini, while Aryia wore a dark grey suit. To anyone looking at them, they would have appeared as some couple away on vacation. As they came closer to the front of the boat, Katrina’s nose scrunched up, “Smell like wet dogs too.”

“Thanks, mom,” Colby laughed at his best friends’ girlfriend as he took the White Claw from Aryia, cracking it open and bringing it up to his lips for a quick drink.

Sam walked over to Katrina, pecking her lips with a quick kiss and getting her wet as he did so, before taking a towel to dry himself off. Colby placed his White Claw down on the side of the boat and began to unbutton his ruined suit, placing the wet material on a nearby seat till he was down to a pair of swim shorts.

Katrina laughed, pushing Sam away and turned to the others getting undressed into their swimwear, “Let’s get the fuck out of here!” and she punched the throttle, spinning the wheel, and the speed boat was off across the large lake.

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buckmecaptain · 3 years

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With Two Os

So, I did a thing for @just-one-ordinary-fangirl ‘s #JOOF500Challenge , and I miiiiight have gone a little overboard with the prompts. Maybe. Kinda. Sorta...uhh... I did them all. (I tried to make sure I bolded them all in this post)

This is silly fluff -falls just short of a crack fic- Steve X (barely described) OC (she has a name and nickname, but that’s about it), with a hint of her having a bit of a thing for Bucky, and even Thor (mentioned). Semi-oblivious Steve, Natasha as the voice of reason, overdramatic OC who might just be kind of a dumbass. Pining, mentions of the rest of the team. Obviously, this story ignores canon and everyone is happily living in the tower. :) Warnings: A few naughty words, suggestive situations, so much dumbassery

Image is from knowyourmeme.com

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She pushed her long messy braid over her shoulder, then looked down at the table and sniffled, slowly stroking her fingertips over the glossy surface. “So it's over, then. We're finished.”

“Roxy,” Steve began, reaching for her, “I'm sorry, I-”

She flinched away from his touch. “No. You're gonna have to give me some time. This relationship... it isn't what I thought it was going to be.” She wiped her hand over her face and sighed heavily.

“I said I was- wait, what? It isn't?” His eyebrows were knit tightly together, raised comically high, shoulders hunched like he was trying to make himself smaller.

Turning to face the Captain, her lower lip trembled and eyes were wide. “It was meant to be us. Me and you, Roxanne and Steve, until death do us part. And now you've destroyed that.”

“Seriously?”

She gasped and flung herself backwards onto the overstuffed sofa, one arm thrown across her eyes. “Yes, seriously. You left an undefended gap and the Empire blew up our base!” she whined, gesturing toward the tabletop game with her free hand.

Across the way, Wanda turned to Sam and asked, “If she's this dramatic when she loses a game, what happens when she wins?”

The Falcon chuckled. “Well, let's just say she puts on a show. Dancing tends to happen.”

Steve shook his head at Roxanne's antics. “Well, that's enough Star Wars: Rebellion for tonight. What's next?” He clapped his hands together and they began placing the game pieces back into the box.

“Are Thor and Bucky here? If so, I volunteer for naked Twister,” Roxanne offered.

The Captain whipped his head around and gave her the Eyebrows of Disappointment.

She peeked at him from under her arm. “Hey, a girl can dream, right?”

“Let me guess. It's game night and Roxanne's team lost, right?”

“ 'Tashaaaaa!” Roxanne made grabby hands at the redhead. “So glad you're home! It's been forever and I miss waking up next to you every morning.”

Sam, Wanda, and Steve all did sitcom-worthy double-takes as Natasha snorted.

“Well, if you would set your damn alarm at night, I wouldn't have to come drag your ass out of bed in the mornings for training.” She looked around at the other three people in the room. “What? She's like a sloth. Or maybe a koala. Whatever, she sleeps incredibly soundly and clings, even when dragged out of bed by the ankles.”

Roxanne sat up and crossed her arms, pouting. “So? I need my rest. It takes a minimum of eight hours of sleep for me to look this good.”

Natasha turned to Steve and smirked. “You guys lost pretty badly, huh? Little Miss Queen-of-the-sore-losers is in a snit.”

Roxanne grumbled and dug out her phone from the couch cushions. “Fine. I'mma text Bucky. He'll sympathize. Or, wait... Nat, do you have Thor's number?”

Steve's hands clenched into fists at his side and he grit his teeth. Natasha noticed, of course, but didn't react. “He doesn't have a phone, Rox.”

“Really?” she sat up, wide-eyed, “Who doesn't have a phone these days?” she glanced back down at her screen. “Aw, man. They're canceling my favorite zombie drama. That's stupid with two Os,” she muttered as she ambled out of the room.

Natasha watched her leave, then whirled to face the fuming Captain. “Really? You're still pining over her? When are you going to nut up and say something?” she prodded, glancing at his white-knuckled fists.

A muscle in his jaw twitched. “It's pretty obvious she prefers Buck. Or Thor. Or both, you heard her,” he shrugged and looked toward the doorway, then sighed. “I'm not going to chase after a rejection.”

She chuckled and shook her head. “Methinks you might be stupid with two Os. That woman has had the hots for you since she joined the team, and she's pretty much made a fool of herself for you for the last year.”

He groaned and dragged a hand over his face. “Why is dealing with women so difficult? It's just-just impossible,” he complained.

“Steve, you deal with aliens, terrorists, and murderous lunatics on a near-daily basis. After all that, you still think women are difficult?”

He sighed and placed his hands on his hips. “Bad guys can be dispatched, arrested, or otherwise stopped. Dealing with women takes finesse, and I don't have any of that. Or experience. Give me a murderous lunatic any day of the week. I'd much prefer that. The serum doesn't help with this one,” he grimaced.

Natasha's eyebrows raised. “Okay, Captain Wuss,” she teased.

“That's the first time I've been called that,” he mumbled, “at least, to my face.” The only reply was the Black Widow's signature smirk, so he hung his head and huffed. “Sure feels like I'm being ganged up on around here.” He went in search of the rest of the team in an effort to continue game night, following the sound of cheering and whooping to the media room.

Apparently a high-stakes game of Mario Kart was the cause of the cacaphony. The team was gathered on the plush seating, with Wanda, Sam, Clint, and Bucky playing while Vision and Roxanne watched and cheered them on.

Steve squinted when he saw Roxanne was seated on the back of the couch behind Bucky. He was wedged between her legs and she was running her fingers through his hair, detangling it as she encouraged him to “Kick their asses, Buckaroo!”

Disappointed, Steve frowned and turned to leave, almost crashing into Natasha in the process.

She glared up at him, silently stamped her foot, and pointed forcefully at Roxanne.

Steve shook his head and gestured with his thumb over his shoulder, then crossed his arms over his chest.

Natasha squinted.

He shook his head again.

She raised a finger and circled it in the air, then pointed again at Roxanne.

Steve shook his head again.

Natasha placed both hands on his chest and shoved, making him stagger back a step, then jutted her chin toward Roxanne.

He rolled his eyes, but the redhead poked his chest so hard, he coughed. While he was distracted she took him by the shoulders and spun him around, then shoved. He stumbled forward a couple of steps, then glared at her over his shoulder.

Natasha placed her hands on her hips and tapped her foot.

“Oh what the hell?” he thought, and marched over to Roxanne, standing directly behind her. She didn't notice because of the game noise, so he leaned down to her ear and loudly asked, “How's it going?”

In the blink of an eye, Steve found himself flat on his back with Roxanne on top of him holding a wickedly-sharp blade to his throat, wide-eyed and panting.

“Sorry! I didn't mean to scare- Put the knife down. Please,” he pleaded. “Roxy?”

Roxanne tossed the knife aside and scrambled off of him, then ran out the door.

Steve lay there splayed out like a starfish, staring at the ceiling and wondering why fuckery kept finding its way to him, as his team mates gathered around. They peered down at him curiously, barely-concealed amusement on each face.

“Hey Steve, you dead?” Bucky asked, his lips twitching in an effort to keep laughter at bay.

Clint snickered. “Dead from embarrassment, maybe. Rox is crazy fast!”

Groaning, Steve pressed his palms into his eyes. “You should go talk to her, Buck.”

“Huh? Why me?”

Sitting up, the Captain eyeballed his best friend and snorted. “Obvious reasons.”

Bucky blinked, then looked from Steve to Natasha. “The fuck is he talkin' about?”

She shrugged. “He thinks Rox has a thing for you.”

“Oh. Oh! Really?” Bucky hummed. “I should go talk to her.”

Steve made a strangled moan as Bucky headed out the door, then stood and straightened his clothing. “See you guys later,” he grunted and left the room as his team mates watched, helpless and confused.

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Roxanne was seated at a window and brooding when she heard the tentative knocks at her door. Ignoring the first few was easy, but it became more difficult when the knocks turned to loud booms. Grumbling, she made her way across the floor. “Okay, gimme a second.” She yanked open the door to find Bucky on the other side. “Oh, hey. Come in.” She went back to her window seat while he stood there shifting from one foot to the other. “Close the door, and sit down.”

He complied and took a seat on the overstuffed armchair. “Everything okay, doll? You kinda took off in a hurry earlier.”

She didn't bother to look at him, her gaze still fixed outside and fingertips trailing over the weave of the curtains. “I pulled a knife on Steve, Buck. Steve!”

“Yeah. It's not the first time that's happened to him. Won't be the last.”

“First for me. He's my Captain. My friend. My very dear friend!” she insisted, “You don't hold a knife to your friend's throat!”

Bucky smirked and scoffed. “I've done that. And shot him. Stabbed him, beat the hell out of him... and he's been my closest friend for eighty years.”

Roxanne pinched the bridge of her nose and grimaced. “That is an entirely different situation...uh, entirely, and you know it. He's never gonna forgive me for this, and even if he does, I won't forgive me.” She slammed her fists down on the wooden window sill with bruising force, a resounding crack echoing through the room.

Bucky was across the floor in an instant, taking her trembling wrists in his hands. “Doll, you're scaring me. Please, just, calm down.” They stayed like that until Roxanne's breathing slowed and the shaking stopped. Finally he released her wrists and wrapped his arms around her as she leaned against his chest, swaying them back and forth.

“Ohh, I feel better already. You're really warm.” She snuffled at his shirt. “And you smell good,” she complimented, resting her hands on his sides.

He flinched. “Thanks.”

Roxanne curled her fingers and he flinched again. “Oh, Bucky... you're so...” she curled her fingers again, “Ticklish!” She attacked his sides in earnest as he tried to fend her off carefully.

“Doll,” he squirmed, trying to back away from her, “Woman! You'd better stop,” he warned.

She narrowed her eyes and smirked. “Or what, Buckaroo?” Snaking a hand into each of his armpits, she unleashed tickle hell. “No mercy!”

Bucky bit his lower lip, trying to stifle his laughter. “Okay, girly,” he snorted, “You've messed with the wrong person.” He twisted away from her and crouched.

Roxanne backed up and her eyes went wide. “Oh shit. I've triggered the Big Bad Wolf!” She giggled crazily and sprinted across the room, vaulting over the couch.

The chase was on. Roxanne had the advantage of knowing the living space like the back of her hand, but Bucky was the superior tactician, so she she managed to keep out of his reach by the skin of her teeth. He finally cornered her in the bedroom, where she'd ended up standing on the far side of her bed, plastered against the wall.

“I've got you!” he laughed, and leaped onto the bed with a victory shout, planting both feet in front of her.

Roxanne squealed and Bucky's fingers contacted her ribs, then they heard a small cracking sound. “Uh oh,” she whispered as the bed tilted precariously and slammed to the floor. They both lie there in a heap for a moment before disentangling from one another and jumping apart, Roxanne at the foot of the bed, Bucky at the up-tilted side. They looked from the crazily leaning mattress to each other and back again, then burst into laughter.

“Not exactly the way I pictured us breaking my bed,” Roxanne quipped, waggling her eyebrows as she pulled the bed away from the wall and surveyed the damage.

Bucky's face flushed deep red and dared to glance at her. “So, uh...” he trailed off.

“Hm? I think I have something I can use to prop this up until tomorrow,” she murmured distractedly from the low side of the mattress. “No big deal. I was ready for something new anyway.” The mattress shifted hard and she looked up to see Bucky was perched on the high side. She held up a hand, forbidding him to continue. “Sir, that slide is for children only.”

Bucky snorted and slid across the surface anyway, landing neatly beside her. “Lemme see.” He raised the mattress and box spring with one hand and peered at the broken side rail, then grimaced. “Yep, snapped right in half. I'll hold this up while you get the blocks or whatever,” he offered.

When it was all put right, Roxanne hugged Bucky, thanking him for helping. If they held on a little longer than friends do, neither mentioned it. “Wanna watch a movie?” she offered, breaking the sudden tension, “You can choose.”

He agreed and she hustled off to take a quick shower while he searched through the titles for the new horror flick she'd been excited to see for a while.

When she returned she shimmied under the covers next to him and sighed happily. “You found it! Been waiting for this one.”

“Uh huh. You're gonna fall asleep, you know.”

“No way. I've been looking forward to this movie for months!”

“Right, sure. Wanna bet on that?”

She growled playfully at him. “All I want to do right now is cuddle with you in bed... is that too much to ask?”

Bucky waggled his eyebrows at her. “That's all? You sure, doll?”

“Well,” she turned to him and trailed her fingers over his chest. “I also want you to take off your pants.”

He blinked.

“You gonna?”

He blinked again.

“Earth to Bucky.”

“Uh, sure, okay.” He pulled off his sweatpants and tossed them carelessly to the floor.

“See? Isn't that more comfortable? Oh,” she squinted at him, “You are wearing underpants, right?”

He blushed furiously. “Roxy! Of course I am!”

“Okay, geez. Those sweats are pilly and scratchy. Ugh, how can you wear those? Get comfy and let's watch this flick.”I've been looking forward to this movie for months!”

They joked and snarked at the movie as it played – it really was written poorly – and generally laughed so much, they missed half of the dialogue.

“Are you kidding me?” Bucky snorted as the main characters made yet another idiotic mistake in the haunted estate. “This would never happen if it was you and me in their place, doll.”

Roxanne nodded. “Right? I'd freakin' lose it, I'd be all up in your face like, 'How could you lose our children in our own house?' Bah!”

They made it through to the end and put on a dumb comedy afterward, but they were both fading fast. Yawning widely, Roxanne squeezed the arm Bucky had wrapped around her waist. “Thanks for helping me feel better, Buckaroo. You're awesome.”

“I sure am,” he chuckled. “Anytime, Roxy-girl.”

They nodded off halfway or so through the movie, warm and comfortable in the temporarily-repaired bed. Bucky awoke somewhere around two o'clock and eased his way out of her quarters, still in his t-shirt and boxers, sweatpants in his hand. As he quietly closed the door and made his way to his room, he failed to notice he was being observed by his best friend.

Steve stood at the corner, watching Bucky leave his girl's room, sadness and jealousy bubbling in his gut. He scoffed at himself for calling Roxanne “his” in his own head and spun around to hit the gym again... only to come face-to-face with Natasha.

“Seems like I'm always catching you running away from Rox,” she quipped, and folded her arms across her chest.

He sighed. “Not running away. Leaving. She's already had, uh, company.”

“Who, Barnes?” she snorted, “I have it on good authority that she didn't bang him.”

The Captain raised a brow. “Oh yeah? How's that, spycams in her bedroom?”

“Careful, Rogers,” she warned. “Because you're hurting, I'll let that one slide. Here.” She tapped at her phone a few times and handed it over, open to a messaging app.

Rox: Natty! I need HELLLLLLLP! Please!!!

-What's the matter? Who do I have to murder?

Rox: NAT

-No, really. I will.

Rox: Nothing like that. I freaked out after almost stabbing Steve and Bucky came to check on me and long story short I asked him to snuggle in bed with me. Did I fuck up????????

-…

Rox: Hurry Natty! Need answers I'm in the bathroom and need to leave!

-There's nothing wrong with you SNUGGLING with Bucky.

Rox: that's all we're gonna do I swear. He's super hot but we're not there yet ya know???

Rox: gotta go thnx I love you!!!!

Steve read and re-read the manic message exchange a few times, letting it sink in. He gave Natasha her phone back and dragged a hand over his face. “Dammit.”

“Uh huh.”

He stood straighter, hands on hips, and cocked his head at her. “That still doesn't mean they didn't... fondue. Going by the timestamp on the messages, they had plenty of time for that.”

Natasha huffed and slapped him hard on the arm. “If Rox had been planning on doing Barnes, she would have asked for wildly different advice.”

With a look, he urged her to continue.

“Oh dear God, you just might be stupid with two Os. She's asked me for sex advice before, obviously.”

Steve frowned. “I don't need to hear this.”

“Actually, I think you do. Remember when you watched 'The Wizard of Oz' with her in your room and she took an oddly long time to bring the popcorn?”

His jaw dropped.

“She asked me how it was possible for you to be such an adorable puppy and so smokin' hot at the same time.”

His face went scarlet. “She asked you that?”

“Yep,” she nodded. “Compared you to a giant yellow labrador retriever puppy. She was hopeful, but it didn't happen. I mean, obviously.”

“I have- I need to- I've gotta go. Thanks, Natasha.” He stepped around her and jogged toward the elevator.

She watched him go, shaking her head and muttering, “All the men in this tower share the same brain cell, I swear.”

Roxanne was dreaming peacefully, quietly snoring into her pillow and curled up burrito-style in her blankets, when she was rudely jolted awake by a loud thumping. Snorting in a completely unladylike manner, she forced herself out of bed and across the floor.

She slumped against the wall and snarled, “It's four in the morning, what do you want?”

Shuffling sounds came from the other side of the door. “It's, uh, it's me. Steve. May I come in?”

“Oh. Yeah- yes, please.” She swung the door open wide to allow him inside.

“Are you okay? You were so upset when you left, and I- I thought you might still be... sad?”

“Really?”

He nodded quickly. “Yeah, so I thought I'd bring something to cheer you up.” He produced a plush yellow Labrador puppy from behind his back and thrust it toward her.

Blinking, she gently took the stuffed toy. “So you thought I was sad, because of...earlier.”

“Yes.”

“And you really thought buying me a puppy was going to cure my sadness?”

His expression mirrored the stuffed pup's exactly and she smiled fondly at him.

“Well... you were right. Thank you!” She tucked the gift under one arm and hugged Steve with the other before gasping and jumping away from him. “I'm sorry!”

“Wait, what? Why are you apologizing?”

Eyes glassy with tears that were about to spill over, she blurted, “You must hate me! I put a knife to your throat, Steve. That's not something you just brush off. We're- we're f-friends. Close. You're my Captain!” there was no stopping the word vomit now, as mortified as she was. Might as well rip off the Band-aid. “And you're amazing and smokin' hot and I've had the biggest damn crush on you for so long and all I want to do is kiss your stupidly handsome face, and... Oh no,” she whined and covered her face with both hands. “On a scale from one to ten how much do you want to punch me right now?” She asked quietly, peeking at him between her fingers.

Concerned, Steve placed his hands on her shoulders and gently squeezed. “Sweetheart, slow down. Just breathe for me, okay?” he soothed. “First of all... No, I don't hate you. We're not there just yet. You'd have to do a hell of a lot worse than pouncing on me with a knife to make me hate you,” he grinned at her.

Roxanne winced. “I- I don't-”

“Are you saying you're plotting my demise as we speak, doll?”

“Steve! I would never, and you know it,” she denied.

He laughed heartily at her distress. “Okay, okay, sorry. Just giving you a little grief. I'll let you get back to sleep.” He turned to the door.

“Yeah, like I'm gonna be able to knock out again after all of this.”

Steve sighed. “Want me to go get Buck for you? Maybe he can help.”

Roxanne rolled her eyes and tossed the stuffed dog onto the sofa. “Steve Rogers, you big, gorgeous idiot!”

He blinked. “Um. I'll take that as a compliment...I guess.”

She flung herself at him and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I've been mooning over you for a year now and- and I didn't know how to- didn't think I should say anything. It's not my place and...”

He held her close and smiled. “I've done my share of pining, too, sweetheart.”

“I have an idea,” she said, then leaned forward and pressed her lips to his for a short and sweet kiss. “Wanna go stargazing and cuddle under the moonlight? What's left of it, that is,” she suggested.

“On one condition. Call me your ‘Captain’ again.”

Trailing her fingertips over his chest, she fluttered her eyelashes and in a breathy voice, asked, “Would my Captain like to go up on the rooftop with me?”

Steve’s chest rumbled and his eyes darkened. “Yes ma’am, I’d like that very much.”

Later, bundled up together on one of the rooftop chaise lounges, Steve and Roxanne weren't doing much stargazing. Caught up in the closeness, the newness, instead they spent the pre-dawn time making out and murmuring sweet nothings, as lovers do, until Steve's phone alarm sounding at half-past six pulled them from their serotonin haze, and they both groaned in irritation.

“We probably should have gotten some sleep, sweetheart.”

“I was sleeping soundly until somebody pounded on my door,” she teased, and poked his chin.

“Uh huh. Was it worth it?”

“I dunno... I was really comfortable, and I need my beauty sleep or I wake up looking like sea hag.”

He tutted and kissed her forehead. “Aw, I'm sorry, doll. How can I make it up to you?”

Tapping her lips with her fingers, she pretended to consider his words. “How about... another cuddle session? Longer this time and with more kissing.”

“I think I can manage that,” he grinned.

“Oh, and bring Bucky.”

He gasped and tickled her mercilessly.

“Okay, okay! Enough!” She kissed him soundly, then they untangled from the blankets and headed for the door, hand in hand.

Steve sighed wistfully. “We wasted so much time, you know.”

“Yeah, maybe we really are stupid with two Os,” she teased, nudging him with an elbow.

He chuckled and opened the door for her. “Maybe so, darlin'. Maybe so.”

She passed him and sauntered toward the residential area, calling back over her shoulder, “About bringing Bucky along, though-”

Thundering footfalls sounded behind her as she squealed and ran for her life, giggling madly all the way.

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obxsummer · 4 years

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Just Having Fun // John B. Routledge

word count: 1.5k

pairing: john b. routledge x reader

warnings: injuries, cussing, yelling

summary: jj and kiara are known for getting up to trouble on the boat but this time, it ends in a little yelling and a big headache.

requested: 1) hi!! a john b x reader where the whole group is out on the boat and reader is messing around with say jj and kie and reader gets a concussion and john b freaks out about you getting hurt but also the fact that in his mind they like caused it so just angst but also fluff taking care of the reader who’s just out of it. 2) hi!!!! request with john b where all of the group is out on the boat and reader gets hurt and just fluff of him taking care of her🥰🥰

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John B had tried to think of a time when he was sick of hearing your laugh, but honestly, he came up blank. It was rare to see you so carefree and happy, especially with everything on your plate. It had been JJ’s idea to come out on the boat for the day and the HMS Pogue was moving swiftly through the water.

Your friends joked that you had a sixth sense when it came to your boyfriend. If he was about to do something stupid without you there, a text or call interrupted whatever was supposed to happen. If he was sad, you were suddenly at his door with dinner and milkshakes. It was crazy, almost magic at some points. Therefore it was no surprise when you glanced back to see him staring at you like you put the stars in the night sky.

You were laying across the seats, embracing every second of the sun while you had the chance. It was a beautiful feeling, the wind in your hair and sun on your skin. Kiara’s phone was playing music through the speaker she had brought along, truly setting the vibe for your boat ride.

“Y/N, dance with me!” She pulled your hand, tugging you out of your position to swing around the desk. You laughed at her energy and decided to satisfy her, at least for the time being. JJ, fed up of being left out, jumped in to join your shenanigans. The song skipped to I Wanna Get Better by Bleachers, making you shout in excitement as you started to sing along.

The moment things started getting out of hand involved JJ accidentally tipping the cooler over which sent ice and water everywhere. “JJ!” You screamed as the cold water ran over your feet. “Oh, my God, you dumbass! It’s so cold!”

“Here, let me help you!” He replied sarcastically before crouching down to grab you and toss you over his shoulder. You yelled again, gripping onto his t-shirt for any bit of stability.

John B was watching the three of you carefully. “Hey, JJ, put her down. She’s gonna get hurt.”

“Aye, Y/N, tell your guard dog to leave it!” Kiara joked as she shoved a handful of ice down JJ’s back. The teen yelped at the cold temperature and moved forward away from it.

“Guys, I’m serious!” John B tried to stop you again, looking at Pope for help. The other boy shrugged in response, knowing flat out that you guys weren’t stopping anytime soon, not when you were high on life.

JJ started spinning in circles as you closed your eyes to prevent yourself from throwing up at the pace he was going. Once you got JJ riled up, it was hard to make him stop.

“Shit!”

Somehow, you heard JJ over the chaotic music before his hands slipped from your body and you collided with the side of the boat. Your hand instantly shot to your head as you gasped in pain, the area instantly numb with the force of your hit. You weren’t sure what happened exactly, but you knew the black spots filling your vision weren’t good.

“Y/N!” You blinked your eyes back into focus, seeing John B blocking the sun from your view as he hovered over you. You were sprawled across the seat on the left side of the boat with him practically straddling you, his one hand coming up to touch the back of your head where most of the pain was radiating from. You hissed as he touched it lightly. “No blood, which is good. Are you okay?” He asked as his thumb rubbed your cheek.

“Headache,” You mumbled as you closed your eyes again, the bright light not helping. John B didn’t say anything else and sat down before pulling you into his lap.

JJ and Kiara both looked guilty, more so the former as he was the one who lost his grip. “Y/N, I’m so sorry,” He apologized as he shoved his hands in his pocket. He really did feel bad. JJ was always used to messing around and causing trouble, but it was rare anyone got hurt.

“I told you guys to quit!” John B shouted at his friend, briefly apologizing when you winced at the loud noise. “I said to be careful and you weren’t and now she’s probably got a concussion!”

“John B, he said he was sorry!” Kiara defended as she put a hand on JJ’s shoulder.

You groaned at their arguing. “Hey, he’s fine. JJ, it’s okay, accidents happen and it’s not your fault. Can we please just go home so I can get some medicine?”

Mumbled agreements followed your request as the group spaced themselves out. You sighed, feeling the warm breeze once again as you kept your eyes closed. Kiara watched you from across the boat, a smile on her face despite the events that just happened. She was practically your number one supporter when it came to your relationship and she swore if there could be a picture associated with love, it would be the scene in front of her right now.

John B was sitting up, his back against the side of the boat as you sat in between his legs on the seat, practically koala-hugging him. Your feet were behind his back, arms loosely around him as you rested your head in the crook of his neck. His arms were holding you tightly, rubbing your back every now and then.

“Go easy on them,” You mumbled quietly as you felt a wave of dizziness overwhelm you. “Yeah, I’m definitely concussed.”

“Hence the reason I shouldn’t go easy on them,” He replied as he glanced down at you briefly. He was upset for many reasons, the biggest one being that JJ should’ve been more careful with his games. Any of the people on board could’ve gotten hurt, but it was you and in John B’s mind, that was the worst case scenario.

You shook your head at his stubborn attitude as you fiddled with the ends of his bandana that rested around his neck. “They’re our friends, bub. They mean well.” You leaned up slightly to kiss the side of his jaw.

He sighed and cradled you closer, still worried about your head and concussion. The rest of the group was silent, Kiara having turned the music down since the vibe was killed. JJ was sending sorry looks from his spot behind the wheel, though they were ignored by the boy holding you.

It felt like hours to JJ before he finally docked the HMS Pogue. He winced, knowing he was going to have to tie the boat down right by where you were sitting. “Hey, John B, do you mind-”

“I’m sorry, you gave my girlfriend a concussion because you were being irresponsible. I’m not moving so you better figure it out, JJ.”

With a huff, you pulled out of your boyfriend’s embrace to slap his chest slightly. “Don’t be an ass to him. Sorry, JJ.” You took Kiara’s outstretched hand and let her help you to your feet. John B rolled his eyes as he turned around to tie the boat down to the dock. The second he and JJ were done, John B was pulling you out of Kiara’s grip and carrying you into the house.

You shook your head as he placed you down on his bed. “Seriously, bub. It’s not their fault. You can’t be mean to them,” You attempted to reason as he scrambled around the room. He tossed one of his t-shirts at you for you to wear over your swimsuit for the time being.

“After I get you situated, it’ll be fine, okay? We’re going to have a nice loooong conversation about how if any of them hurt you again, it’ll be their ass on the line, okay? Cool. Now just put the shirt on. I’m gonna grab an ice pack, medicine, and some water. Don’t move.”

You watched as he walked out of the room on a mission. Rolling your eyes, you pulled his t-shirt on, being careful as it went over your head. Glancing toward the door, you caught the eye of JJ who was watching you concerned. You knew he felt bad, but it really was an accident and you would be fine in a couple of days. You sent him a thumbs up and a smile in reassurance.

John B entered the room, handing you two painkillers and a bottle of water. He wrapped an ice pack up in a towel before closing the door to his room. “They’re chilling out there for now, probably watching a movie,” He explained as he threw his hat across the room and ran a hand through his messy hair. You watched him climb over your legs to sit on your right side.

“Here,” He mumbled as he tugged on your shoulder, shifting around so you were laying on top of him with your head on his chest. He carefully held the ice pack to the back of your head, watching relief fill your face at the assistance of the cold.

You hugged him closer as he played with your hair. Talking to the others would have to wait for now, or at least until John B left you alone for two minutes so you could clear everything up with them, but with the laughter that came from outside the door and the peace and comfort surrounding the two of you, you knew everything would be okay soon.

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mel-the-fangirl · 4 years

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Quarantine

Tom Holland x Reader

Words: 2,535

I’M BACK! This certainly took a while. I went through a lot of shit in the time I was gone but one thing I’ve realised is that I really want to keep writing. So, here I am. Just something appropriate for the times. This is the first thing I’ve written and actually finished so, she might not be good but she is something.

Please leave a like, a comment, a reblog, if you fancy it.

I’ve missed y’all heaps and I cannot wait to reconnect with you all <3

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"For how long?"

"Until further notice they said."

You chewed on your thumbnail, eyes idly skimming the news article on Tom's laptop.

Stay indoors.

Leave the house only for groceries.

Buy only the necessities.

Wash your hands.

Things have escalated since it first began, which was expected, of course. But what you didn’t expect was how quickly things were happening, and how many people you knew were getting sick.

"...an estimated half a million are infected all over the world, with the numbers only expected to rise in the coming weeks…" a news reporter droned from the TV in the next room

You couldn’t stop your mind from going into overdrive, anxiously flitting through bits of information, questions, contingency plans, fears...

"And here I thought you'd stopped biting your nails. Didn't you just paint them the other day?"

You looked up to see Tom looking at you with an amused expression on his face. Hastily, you clasped your hands together and stuck your tongue out at him.

He rolled his eyes in return and settled in next to you, wrapping a reassuring arm around your shoulders.

"Don't worry, Y/N," he said, pulling you closer to him, "Everything's going to be fine soon. You'll see."

You breathed slowly, in and out, trying your hardest to believe his words, to be optimistic.

But that never really was your strong point, was it?

Instead of bombarding him with the "what if's" that were dancing on the tip of your tongue, you smushed your face into his chest and let the warmth of him take you in.

---A few days later---

"Quarantine squad."

"Quaren-squad? Quaren-quad."

"Quaren-quad like, Farquad? From Shrek."

"That's Lord Farquad to you, sir."

This.

This is what it's come to. Watching four Holland boys feebly try to christen the family unit (plus you) with a shiny new pandemic-appropriate nickname.

From your place on the living room couch, you could see the twins and Paddy, sprawled out on the carpet, phones in hand, testing their latest attempts under their breath. Then there was Tom, his back against the couch with Tess in his lap, clearly enjoying the full house.

You had just wished that they would just get lost in their phones and forget about the little nickname contest when Harry shot up and blurted out,

"Squa-rantine! No! Squad-rantine?"

Paddy snickered, earning a flick on the ear from his older brother.

"Yeah, yeah. Snicker all you want, Pads, I don't hear you coming up with anything." Harry grumbled, laying down once again

"Better than coming up with shit ones." the youngest Holland muttered under his breath

"Ooooooh." Tom covered his mouth with a hand, eyes flitting between Harry and Paddy

You reached out to tug on his hair.

"Ow! What was that for?" he turned to you, rubbing at the spot

"You're not supposed to be encouraging this." you hissed at him

"Oh come on, darling, I wanna see what'll happen."

Honestly. You were worried that the longer Tom stayed in, the more likely the possibility that you'd be telling him off more than his brothers.

Harry shot up once again, glaring daggers at Paddy, who was still preoccupied, playing a game on his phone. Paddy's nonchalance was just enough for Harry to go off.

"Shit ones? Ha. Alright then, you're so full of it, let's see you come up with one then. Right now. Come on then." the challenge was clear in Harry's voice but it went straight over Paddy’s head

After a few seconds of silence, Harry stood up and snatched Paddy's phone right from his hands.

"Oi! Give it back!" Paddy exclaimed, getting up as well

“Aaand that’s my cue to leave. Good luck, Y/N.” Sam gave you a pat on the shoulder before leaving you to this mess

Tom, on the other hand, was laughing away, loving the action which was the most action anyone had ever seen at this point.

"I'll give it back if you come up with a name." Harry held the phone above his head, but seeing as they were all nearly the same height, he had to get on his tippy toes for a bit of leverage

"Harry, come on! Give it back!" Paddy had his arms outstretched, Harry's wrist in a death grip

"Oh, for Christ's sakes!" you took the distance between you and the sparring brothers in two strides, effortlessly managing to grab the phone from Harry's hand

And just like that, everything stopped. Harry and Paddy straightened up and looked at you expectantly, the faintest hint of fear in their eyes. They all knew better than to piss you off.

Tom was by your side in an instant, arms crossed.

"I told both of you to cut it out." he deadpanned

You rolled your eyes, giving Tom some side eye.

"Go stand with them."

Shoulders slumped forward and a pout on his lips, Tom trudged over to his smirking brothers.

You looked at each of them in turn, just long enough to make them squirm. Without a word, you pocketed the phone and began to walk out of the living room.

"But, Y/N-" Paddy began

You spun around and chucked the phone at them with lightning speed, catching them off guard and into a mess of outstretched limbs.

Of course, Tom caught it, with his spidey reflexes. They all looked at you with wide eyes, you could almost hear their hearts pounding.

"Good job, quaranteam."

With that, you turned to leave. Applause and cheers followed you on your way out.

"Quaranteam! Quaranteam!" they chanted

"That's my fucking girl!" Tom cheered, catching up with you to lift you off the ground and spin you around in his arms

---One week later---

Another day inside.

You didn’t really know what day it was or what time it was, but judging from Harry’s poofy mess of a bedhead and Sam and Tito Dom moving around the kitchen, throwing around hollandaise puns, you’d wager it was slightly earlier than noon.

"Heads up, team-” Tito Dom began, placing the egg carton on the counter

“Quaranteam.” Tom corrected, giving you a wink

“Right. Heads up, quaranteam. We are officially out of eggs.”

You watched drearily as he dropped the empty carton in the bin. No more eggs… Normally, you didn’t give that sort of thing much thought because you knew any one of you could pop out to buy some. But now, well, things were just different now.

From where he sat across from you, Tom unconsciously let his eyes wander over your features.

The crease in between your eyes you reserved for when he did something amazingly idiotic seemed to be ever present nowadays despite him being on his best behaviour (the bar wasn’t so high to begin with). The bags underneath your eyes were darker, he knew you’d been having trouble falling asleep, tossing and turning restlessly in bed until he had to wrap himself around you like a koala.

Everything that’s been going on was taking a toll on everyone but they hid it well. Unfortunately, you weren’t good at that.

“Breakfast!” Sam announced, setting the steaming plates down on the table

“Eggs Benedict. With hollandaise.” Tito Dom smirked, settling into his seat

A collective groan rose from the table then the usual chatter began. Tom met your eyes from time to time, always giving you a smile.

Looking at his boyishly handsome face, you promised that you would make more of an effort to stop sulking so much. The next time Tom looked at you, you smiled back. There and then he promised he’d find a way to cheer you up somehow.

After breakfast you decided to take part in your favourite pastime, lying on the living room couch and scrolling on your phone.

A few minutes later, Tom came in, the faint smell of their lemon dish soap clinging to his hoodie. He playfully dropped himself on you and locked you in a tight hug.

“Isn’t this nice.” he mumbled, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck

“For you, I’m sure.” you replied, struggling to make your tone as dismissive as possible

He tore himself off you, making sure to give you a searing glare, “You’re mean.”

You laughed, easily and freely, feeling the weight of the previous weeks fall off your shoulders. Tom chuckled, reaching forward to grab one of your hands.

“I have to go get some eggs, darling.” he watched your face carefully

“Hurry right back then.” you tugged on his hand that was holding yours, making him fall into you

“Whoa there.” he breathed out just before you planted your lips on his

You could feel him smiling just as you were. As you pulled away, he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. He looked at you, just for a while, almost in wonder.

He shook his head, smiling, spots of crimson beginning to spread on his cheeks. Then he stood up, squeezed your hand and kissed it.

“I’ve got errands to run, Y/N. I’d appreciate it if you don’t make me combust from the force of being madly in love with you until I’ve finished them.”

“I’ll try but, you know that’s my forte.” you winked, giving him the finger guns

Tom threw his head back and laughed. You could hear him laughing all the way to the front door.

It didn’t take long until you began to doze off, your full belly and the warmth of being at home with the people who loved you lulling you to sleep.

You wished everyone had the same luxury.

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“I promise this is a good idea.” Tom reassured, but the closer they got to home the more it seemed like he was reassuring himself than Harrison, who made the trip with him

“It definitely seems like a good idea but I think you went overboard. I’m not sure if we needed that many.”

Tom glanced in his rearview mirror at his recent purchase, wondering if Haz was right.

But there wasn’t any time for second thoughts since he was already parking in front of the family house.

“Right. Haz, you go in first. I’ll take care of this.” he unbuckled his seatbelt, nodding his head towards the backseat

“Should I just not say anything then?” Harrison asked, eyeing the backseat

“Not a word.” Tom replied, getting out of the car

Inside, you were just waking up from your nap. Upon checking your phone you were pleasantly surprised to find out that it was two hours later and you hadn’t slept through the day. But you weren’t pleasantly surprised to notice that Tom wasn’t back yet, that thought hit you like a bucket of ice cold water, making you speed walk throughout the house.

The second you set foot in the hallway, the front door opened. A rush of relief washed over you as you threw your arms around the figure entering the threshold.

“I told you to hurry the hell back.” you squeezed him as hard as you could, noticing that he kind of smelled like corn flakes?

“Uh, Y/N?”

Your eyes widened and you pulled away, keeping Harrison at arm’s length.

“Wait. Did you..” you trailed off, looking at him suspiciously

“What?” Harrison looked genuinely confused until his blue eyes widened in realisation

You immediately dropped your hands to your side and he took a couple of steps away from you.

“Shit. Okay. I’m going to go take a shower. I’ll go tell Tom too.” Harrison rushed out the door

“Throw your clothes into the wash immediately!” you called after him before running up the stairs to disinfect

A 30-minute intensive bath later, you raced downstairs, hearing shouts and hollers.

“OVER THERE! ON YOUR LEFT!” you heard Sam yell

You ran through the dining room and stopped at the open sliding doors leading to the backyard, you could not believe what you were seeing.

Chickens. Three of them to be exact, two of them amicably pecking on the grass in an area of the backyard now closed off by a fence of mesh screen. The other chicken though, was running all over the place, keeping Tom on his toes.

"Come on, love. We're gonna take good care of you, huh? Nice and easy." Tom panted, wiping the sweat from his brow

He began to take slow, deliberate steps as the lone chicken stopped to scratch at some loose soil. The rest of the family watched on with bated breath.

The whole situation was highly intense, so intense that you’d forgotten to question why on earth there were three chickens in the backyard in the first place but these were odd times, you figured you’d just go with the flow.

“Nice and easy now, nice and easy.” Tom crouched low, slowly reaching his hands out to catch the mischievous feathery biped

Just as he was just a few centimeters away from success, the chicken sensed something was amiss and took off running in your direction.

“Y/N! GO ON CATCH THE DAMN BASTARD!” Harry yelled

“GO, Y/N! SHOW HIM WHO’S BOSS!” Sam cheered

You looked around frantically before squatting down and catching the rebel chicken in your arms. It squirmed and struggled in your grasp until finally giving up, settling for pecking at the lint of Tom’s sweater that you were wearing.

Tom jogged up to you, giving you a winning smile.

“Is there anything you can’t do?” he asked, tracing his finger down the chicken’s head

“Care to explain?” you continued to cradle the chicken in your arms as Tom led you to the others

He shrugged, “When we got to the store, there weren’t any eggs left so,”

“So you bought three chickens.” you filled in for him, setting the chicken in the enclosure with his other buddies

“Hey, me and Haz hit up three more groceries after that. Tell her, Haz.”

“Oh, yeah. It’s absolutely insane. Everyone’s gone and hoarded all the eggs.”

“Well, that was quick thinking. You really are your father’s son.” Tito Dom quipped, wrapping an arm around his eldest son

Tita Nikki rolled her eyes albeit affectionately, and gestured to the chickens

“Have they got names?” she asked

Tom perked up, rubbing his hands together, “Okay, so that one there? That’s Chestnut. Then over there is Ranger. And our particularly lively guest will be called Predator.”

“Predator?” Paddy echoed, peeking at said chicken, who was now trying to peck the fence open

“Look at him go.” you watched as Predator ruthlessly pecked at the mesh

“Suppose we’ll have to get them a proper coop?” Tom wondered, absentmindedly wrapping an arm around you

You stood there in silence along with the whole family as they discussed whether it was better to build one or buy one.

It was moments just like this one, the ones that were just peppered in between your days that were the most important, moments that made you feel like everything was just fine.

You wanted to remind yourself to be more grateful, to be more present, and to hold the people you loved the most close to your heart. Because, let’s get real here. That's the only way we’re going to get through this.

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