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i-need-entertainment · 3 years

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Haikyuu!! Boys getting stuck places and having to ask you for help

Characters: Akaashi, Washio, Konoha, Kita, Suna, Ushijima, Yahaba, Iwaizumi, Futakuchi, Daishou, Numai and Iizuna

**Today has been pretty bad, but my sister, @foodacoochie gave me this idea and it made me giggle and inspired🥺🥺 thanks dude💙**

Warnings: Drugs in Washio’s but they’re for a surgery and being used responsibly and for pain, just the boys getting stuck and not being able to get out of places/things lol

Akaashi Keiji:

Akaashi had been over at your house, you guys were ‘chilling’ and what not, just wasting the Saturday away.

Your family had recently done some renovations on your house, and one of those renovations was changing all of the door nobs.

Your mom had called you downstairs to come talk to your grandmother on the phone.

You knew that you’d be on the phone for a while, so you told Akaashi to do whatever until you got back. You had been gone for 5 minutes when Akaashi needed to use the bathroom.

Luckily, you had one connected to your room!

He walked in the door, shutting it behind him before he froze at the small ‘click’ he heard.

Whipping around he immediately tried the door nob, only to groan when he realized it was locked.

From the outside.

You see, you had insisted on putting the door nob on yourself, but when you did so, you had managed to put the lock on the wrong side of the door.

And when you showed him what you did, he could distinctly remember you locking the *then open* door.

So as soon as he shut it, it locked.

He sighed as he shook his head. He had also distinctly remembered you telling him it would be at the very least 30 minutes before your grandmother would let you go, so he was going to be here awhile.

He did his business then sat on the edge of the bathtub, sitting and waiting until you came back upstairs.

When you came back up to your bedroom, you were surprised to not see Akaashi sitting on your bed where you had left him.

You softly called his name before hearing him sigh and a defeated sounding ‘in here’ from your bathroom.

You raised an eyebrow before trying the door nob, slapping a hand over your mouth when you realized you had locked the door.

Unable to hold in your giggles, you unlocked the door, almost snorting at the deadpan look your boyfriend gave you.

Washio Tatsuki:

**he may seem out of character, but it’s because he just got his wisdom teeth out, and as someone who has recently had that done, I know that for some people their personalities do a 180 switch**

Washio had just had his wisdom teeth removed.

At first his mom was going to take him home, but she had to go into work, so you offered to take care of him and take him home from his surgery.

When they walked Washio out into the waiting room, you hurriedly walked over to him, because as soon as the nurses let him go, he started to go down. Giggling when you struggled to hold him up.

Now, keep in mind, Washio is a big guy. He’s 6′2 with a broad build and lots of muscle, so he’s not exactly light.

Seeing as he had just had a major surgery, he was very doped up on drugs, and seeing Washio drugged up was nothing short of hilarious.

He was very clingy and very giggly, laughing at anything he found remotely amusing. A night and day difference from his usually calm and stoic demeanor.

After you somehow managed to get him in the car, you began to drive him back to his house.

You got to his house and pulled into the drive way.

Before you could help him out of the car, you had to make sure he had a clear path to the couch where he would be sitting.

You had left the keys in the ignition and the air conditioning on because it was a hot day, and let’s face it, he wasn’t going anywhere.

Walking back out to the car you went to open his door, only for the handle not to budge.

Your brows furrowed as you tried to open it, looking to the inside of the door only to see all of the doors locked.

...uh oh..

You knocked on the glass, gaining the attention of a very drowsy looking Washio who just lazily waved when he saw you.

You, who had no way to actually get to him, started frantically pointing to the unlock button, him looking at you like you had grown 3 heads.

He finally tried the door handle, only to find it didn’t open.

You could faintly make out the words ‘i’m stuck’, when he realized he was ‘stuck in the car’.

You watched as he grew more and more frustrated with the door not opening.

You were pointing to the unlock button, him then pressing every button except for the unlock button.

Thankfully, he pressed the window button, rolling it down so you could reach your hand in and unlock the door, finally being able to help him inside.

Konoha Akinori:

Not everyone knows this about your boyfriend, but he is very competitive.

He just so happens to have a younger sister, who is also very competitive.

On this particular day you had been over at his house, his sister had been in the living room with you guys when a movie about dancing or whatever came on.

Konoha jokingly scoffed when the ballerina did the splits, stating that “I could do that” while you rolled your eyes, but his sister laughed, “Yeah okay boomer.”

Glaring Konoha turned towards his sister, who simply narrowed her eyes back at him, “What was that?” She stood her ground, you nervously watching from the sidelines.

“Boomer, and I stand by it. You have the flexibility of an 80 year old man.” He narrowed his eyes at her before he laughed, standing up and walking to the middle of the floor.

Without any warning he, albeit slowly, fell into the splits, cringing when he got like 5 inches away, entire body shaking.

“s-see?” His sister was laughing as he stayed there, high pitched sounds of pain escaping him.

He, finding himself unable to stand or move for that matter, continued to suffer, heavily contemplating every decision he had ever made.

“y/N, hELp”

Kita Shinsuke:

Kita was very responsible, so you never had to worry about him getting himself into silly situations he couldn’t get himself out of.

But, everyone has their moments.

You and Kita were spending the day with his grandmother!

You guys had gone through old photo books, and made some desserts, now she wanted to teach you and Kita how to finger knit!

It seemed easy enough, and in no time you had gotten the hang of it and were on your way.

Kita however, was having a little more trouble.

He had gotten how to wrap it around his fingers and how to pull it but...

Somewhere along with way, he messed up.

And he messed up bad.

He didn’t really know how it happened, but before he was aware of it his fingers were caught in a tangled web of yarn, somehow he managed to knot both of his hands together, eye brows furrowed as he looked down to his hands.

You held in your laughter when you saw him, hopelessly caught in strings, as he tried to figure out how to get out of them.

It took 20 minutes and both you and granny to release him from his self-made prison.

He stuck to a different activity after that.

Suna Rintaro:

You had a big project coming up, but your boyfriend did not, and wanted to hang out with you.

You, who also wanted to hang out with him, let him as long as he let you work.

He promised he would cause no such distraction and be like a fly on the wall.

That doesn’t mean you believed him, but it was nice he made an effort.

Anyway, after just under an hour he got bored just scrolling through instagram.

So, he got up from his position on your bed and sauntered over to your vanity where he sat.

You didn’t pay him much mind, he was 16 so it’s not like you had to babysit him.

Er- you shouldn’t have to babysit him.

Fiddling around with the things on your desk, he stumbled across the small dish you kept your rings in.

There was one ring in particular that really stuck out to him.

It had a silver band and a dark blue gem, it was really pretty. He remembered you saying you didn’t wear it often, but he couldn’t remember why so he just shrugged and slipped it on his left middle finger.

He had been holding his hand up, looking at it, cause it really was a pretty ring.

All was fine, all was nice, until he tried to remove the ring. Then, some problems were presented.

The most prevalent of those problems being the ring was stuck, like really stuck.

And the second being he remembered why you didn’t wear the ring a lot, it was a size too small, for you.

So it was much too small for him.

Claiming defeat he called your name, defeatedly holding up his hand, and cringing as you called his name.

Ushijima Wakatoshi:

The team had finished practice and were fooling around in the locker room, making stupid bets and doing stupid things

Underestimating just how competitive (and curious) their captain was, Tendo and Yamagata bet 25 dollars Ushijima couldn’t get into a locker, Kawanishi and Shirabu each bet 35 dollars saying he could, and Reon bet 45 saying he would get stuck.

Being genuinely curious what would happen, and being heavily encouraged by his teammates, Semi found an empty locker, rigging it open before ushering the ace in.

It was quite small, and not a comfortable experience at all, but he was also never one to turn down a challenge.

So after some major manipulation and hitting his head, he got fully into the locker.

Tendo and Yamagata forked over their 25 dollars, imploring Reon to do the same before Reon shook his head.

“Let’s see if he can get out before I pay my money.”

All eyes were back on the ace, whose eye brows were furrowed in...concern.

He was stuck.

Bad.

Not wanting to face the wrath of the demon coach, they called the next best candidate to deal with this kind of situation, Ushijima’s girlfriend, you.

Your jaw dropped when Semi told you that your boyfriend was stuck in a locker because...hOw?!?!

Reon made a lot of money that day~

Yahaba Shigeru:

He had been over at your house and the two of you were taking a nap in your bed.

You had both since woken up, and were now on your phones.

You, still very sleepy, weren’t paying attention and before you or Yahaba could stop it your phone had slipped down the crack between your bed and the wall.

You groaned as you dragged your hand down your face, Yahaba, being the wonderful boyfriend he is, offered to get it for you.

He laid on his side as you used his phone to shine the flashlight down the side of your bed.

He stuck his arm down, but it was just barely too short.

Without realizing it he had slipped to the very small edge of the bed, inevitably slipping off only to be caught between the wall and your bed.

He groaned as he felt like he had been stuck to a wooden plank, unable to move any parts of his body.

You felt terrible, seeing as he had offered to get your phone for you and had proceeded to get himself stuck.

You grabbed his arm and shifted yourself to the opposite side of your bed, and after lots of tugging and sounds of pain from your boyfriend, you were able to roll him back onto the bed.

You rolled your eyes with a smile as he waved your phone in the air, a dorky smile on his lips as he had, despite being put in a very uncomfortable situation, managed to get your phone.

Iwaizumi Hajime:

Hanamaki had bought this bag of ‘tricks’ from the dollar store, for fun and what not.

One of the things that had been in there was a Chinese finger trap.

He brought a few of the things into his bag, hoping to trick at least one of the members.

But most of all he wanted to trick Iwaizumi, if nothing else he thought it would be funny.

So, when the Seijoh 3rd years met for lunch in the club room, and you, Iwiazumi’s girlfriend had of course joined them, he decided then was the perfect time to try.

“Yo, Iwaizumi! C’mere!” Iwaizumi, recognizing the teasing tone in Hanamaki’s voice, was instantly on guard, expecting something crazy to be suggested.

“What?” Hanamaki smiled, pulling the finger trap out of his bag, Iwaizumi looked at it, raising an eyebrow at the wing spiker.

“I heard no one has ever been able to put two fingers in this at the same time without getting trapped.” Iwaizumi rolled his eyes, grabbing the trap from Hanamaki and mindlessly stuck on finger in each end of the trap.

Just a few seconds prior, you had looked over Hanamaki’s shoulder, recognizing the trap, but before you could warn your dear boyfriend, he had already stuck his fingers in the trap, and pulled it, tight.

“Hajime...do you know what that is?” He shook his head, eyebrows furrowing when he tried to pull his fingers out, only to have the trap get tighter.

“Hajime, it’s a Chinese finger trap!!” Iwaizumi’s eyes widened before he turned his head to glare at Hanamaki, curses ready on his tongue as Hanamaki and Matsukawa just about died of laughter, Kunimi snickering in the background.

It took 4 people and approximately 7 minutes to free him from the trap.

Futakuchi Kenji: **in tribute to my dear sister who locked herself out of her bathroom today🥰**

You and Futakuchi had gone to the beach with your family for the weekend, and the two of you were relaxing on the beach.

The beach had these lounge chairs, the ones that fold?

Well, you and Futakuchi were getting everything set up, he had just finished setting up the umbrella and you had laid out a large towel and set the bags down.

You guys both sat down and enjoyed the warm sun, and relaxed to the sound of the waves crashing on the shore.

About an hour later, Futakuchi decided he wanted a drink, and after asking what you wanted he left on his way.

Unknown to him, these chairs were really tricky.

They were good chairs and really comfortable, but you had to be careful how you sat in them.

After about 10 minutes he returned with the drinks, setting them down on the small cooler.

He went to sit on the lounge chair, expect that he more like flopped onto it, and before he could react the thing had snapped in two, you sitting up after hearing your boyfriend yelp.

You turned your head to see your boyfriend, squished in half by the lounge chair, with no signs of being freed.

After recruiting the help of your dad and a few kind passerby's, you were eventually able to free him of the lounge chair...

but that was after you took a picture and sent it to Aone.

Daishou Suguru:

You and Daishou had been on a date, nothing too fancy, just strolling around the city and what not.

You were just talking about random things when your eye spotted an empty park nearby.

You smirked as you nodded towards it, dragging your boyfriend towards it, you knew he couldn’t resist you if he tried.

You two were just fooling around, him chasing you around and you evading him like you both were 5 and it was ‘boys vs girls’ tag.

You had ran away from him when you spotted the set of toddler swings, y’know, those ones with the leg holes?

Yeah, those ones~

Anyway, you decided not to get in one because ✨danger✨

But your boyfriend took that as a challenge.

Without warning he grabbed the chains and jumped, sliding his legs through the very small holes and sinking into the seat.

You slapped his arm as you laughed, hand on your hip as you judgmentally looked at him.

“You’re gonna get stuck, there’s no way you’re getting out of that by yourself.”

He rolled his eyes, smirk still present on his face as he started to slowly swing back and forth.

You shook your head, shifting your weight to one leg as your arms crossed in front of your chest.

“Okay then, now try to get out.”

He rolled his eyes at your tone, grabbing the chains as he tried to pull himself up.

Only to bring the seat with him.

Your eyes widened as it set in, his smirk disappearing and his own eyes widening when he realized it as well.

He was stuck.

And at that moment, some of the Nekoma boys volleyball team members just happened to be passing by.

Kuroo’s laugh rang throughout the park as you desperately tried to free your boyfriend.

Numai Kazuma:

You and Numai were hanging out at your house, it was Halloween night and you guys were just gonna chill out and watch some movies and eat candy.

But before that, you guys were going to take your younger brother out trick or treating!

Your little brother decided he wanted to be a cowboy, and his outfit came with a pair of plastic handcuffs.

You were helping your little brother get his costume on while Numai messed around with the handcuffs.

He had latched one side onto the table leg, mindlessly scrolling through his phone as he fiddled with the cuffs.

He doesn’t know what came over him, but without thinking he latched the empty side of the handcuffs onto his wrist, tightly onto his wrist.

He didn’t think much of it, until it sunk in.

Had he really just done that??

You were fixing your brother’s costume when you heard your boyfriend call your name.

“Uh, Y/n?” You hummed, continuing to work on his costume.

“Where’s the key to the handcuffs?”

“Oh, they got thrown away with the package, that’s why I set them..over...there..Kazuma.”

You turned around to see him nervously smiling while his hand was indeed handcuffed to the coffee table.

You blanched as you remembered the trash had already been taken out, so they key was gone.

Glaring at your boyfriend you sighed, shaking your head before you started to laugh, hiding your mouth as you continued to laugh at his misfortune.

Eventually you did help him.

It took 3 tries and 4 different tools, but with the help of your dad you were able to get his wrist free of the handcuffs.

Iizuna Tsukasa:

Iizuna has 2 sisters.

1 older sister, and 1 younger sister (ayyyee middle children let’s go-)

You just so happened to be very good friends with your boyfriends sisters, and you guys often had a lot of fun together~

One of the wats you guys had fun was messing with your boyfriend.

Todays scheme: Dress Tsukasa up as a girl. Simply because you could.

And seeing as he lost a bet to you the other day, he couldn’t refuse it.

Luckily, his older sister had a dress she accidentally ordered in a size too big, it would still be snug on him, but it would do the job.

His older sister did his make up, you worked on his outfit as the youngest fixed his hair, him sitting through the whole ordeal trying not to take away too much trauma from it.

Leaving the room so he could change, you all patiently waited as he got changed into the dress, laughing at the pained noises he made as he slipped on the dress and shoes.

You couldn’t help the laugh that burst out of you as your boyfriend stumbled out of the room, heels way too small and dress uncomfortably tight.

You all snapped the pictures you needed and he sacrificed what was left of his dignity.

Waving off you three, he hobbled back into his room, kicking off the heels and attempting to pull the dress over his head.

I say attempting because as he tried to move his arms to grab it he made a very disturbing realization.

He couldn’t grab the hem of the dress...

he couldn’t even reach behind him.

He was stuck.

And the only ‘help’ he had was his sisters and his girlfriend.

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lmaoplsdontlookatme · 3 years

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hsnrhjseb dad friend bo brain rot 😳😵

SO TRUE BESTIE

again thanks to @slasherrabbitmadness for lettin me dabble w dilf bo

🚫 minors 🚫sfw

The days are hot and swampy and despite the earlier hiccup when you first arrived to town, you find yourself enjoying your summer. You spend most of your time sitting in the back of your father’s truck with a beer in your hand, watching as he and Bo worked on the truck itself. You’re quiet, they put you in charge of the music, and you idly sip at your beer while you fiddle with the nobs on the stereo that’s in the back if the truck with you.

When you and your father finished up breakfast with Bo, Bo kisses your hand and gives your father a friendly pat on the shoulder before announcing that the part for his truck would be here within the week. So that’s how you find yourself in your dad’s garage, watching the two of them blacken their hands with engine grease and you’d lost track of what they were talking about long ago.

You look up when you see Bo’s boots under you - he’s got his head tilted and has this shit eating grin on his face and you squint because you’re sure he’s about to say something stupid.

“I said, looks like you found yourself some fun. No trouble fitting in, huh?” He’s nodding at the hickies that he himself left, an ugly yellow against your skin, almost faded through. Your squint deepens and you hear your father cough. You rolls your eyes and deflect the question, crossing your legs at the ankles and leaning back on a hand while you sipped your beer.

“Married, Bo? Got any kids?” This seems to catch him off guard only momentarily before he stands straight, tucking his hands into the pockets of his coveralls.

“Sure am and sure do. My wife, Ellie Mae, and a little boy named Daryl and a little girl named Violet.” The words come from his mouth easily and you choke on your beer, heart shooting out your asshole - you slept with a married man. A married man with CHILDREN. Your heart continues to skip a beat before you hear your dad scoff.

“Don’t mess with the poor girl.” When you glance back up at Bo he’s all easy smiles and you can feel a weight lift off your shoulders, if only slightly.

“That’s fucked up. Now one day when you do have a wife and kids, they’re gonna be like, cursed or something.” Bo laughs at your words before opening his hand to you - you hand him another beer and his thumb catches on yours and then you give Bo a soft smile and he returns it easily.

The day passes with the three of you drinking and chatting and when your dad suggests Bo stay for dinner, you don’t mind. It was too hot for any indoor cooking, so you decide on a pasta salad and grilled chicken and when you set the patio table, both men smile up at you warmly. You sit across from them and as the night gets darker, you feel the warmth of about a billion beers in your veins and you’re smiling, leaning on your hand as you unabashedly stare at Bo.

He’s got a strong, thick jaw and you can see his jugular pulse and you want to hear him grunt while you suck a harsh bruise against it. His dark hair curls under his hat behind his head and you know how soft it is, how vocal Bo could be when you tugged on it. His fingers around his bottle of beer are long and deft and the cord of muscle under his forearm where he rolled his sleeves up makes you clench your thighs. He’s younger than your dad for sure, he looked to be in his early 40s while your father was well into his 50s. His accent isn’t as thick as you remembered, just a slight southern twinge that makes your belly flip and when you realize you have a fucking crush on your dad’s friend, you laugh out loud. Bo and your father both raise an eyebrow but you wave them off, standing to clean up dinner.

Everything’s put away when the men come into the house and you hear your dad telling Bo that he knows where the blankets are and to make himself comfortable for the night. Your skin tingles and a shiver runs up your spine and you haven’t been nervous about having a boy stay the night since you were a fucking teenage and there’s no possible way your dad knew, it was a secret between you and Bo, but your clit throbs between your legs when you hear Bo tell your dad he’s set and he’d see him in the morning. Your dad kisses the top of your head before asking you to help Bo find blankets for the couch - he tells you goodnight and closes his bedroom door behind him and you turn your back to Bo, pretending to busy yourself while you willed your heart to /calmthefuckdown./

He steps up behind you and his breath is warm on the back of your head. “Cigarette?” He shakes a nearly full pack in front of you and you nod, wiping the sweat from your palms on your pants before turning to follow him outside, closing the back door softly behind you. He lights two cigarettes and hands you one, before ducking to sit on the porch steps with his elbows on the steps at his sides. You sit a step lower with your back to the handrails so you can look up at him while you smoke. “Fancy that, huh? Wouldn’t have, y’know, if i’d known. Seems like a kind of fucked up line to cross.” His voice doesn’t contain his grin and you laugh quietly, nudging his boot with your knee.

“Cross? You flew over the line with a jet and dropped nuclear weapons and my dad invited you to stay the night at his house.” You laugh out loud and Bo chuckles along with you - you admire the lines at the corners of his lips and wish for the balls to reach up and kiss him. He’s staring down at you though, eyes dark and he licks his lips and you see his eyes watching your lips and you stand, holding out your hand to Bo. “Hey, did my dad ever show you the cow pond?” Bo squints but takes your hand and stands, lacing his fingers between yours and flicking his cigarette. You lead Bo down the driveway and off of a small game trail that’s been there for as long as you could remember and then you’re breaking free into a small clearing with a gross, mucky swamp in the middle and surrounded in thick, dead trees. During the day the place made a cute hideout and during the night, it left you and Bo alone.

You stop as Bo stops, his fingers tight between your and when you turn to see why he’s stopped, he pulls you into a bruising kiss with one hand at the back of your head and threading at your hair while the other drops to your ass - he squeezes and spanks at you as he kisses you and you moan against him, hands at his neck. He pulls back to duck and nip at your ear, down your neck. “Can’t fuckin stop thinkin about you, about that tight little cunt.” His voice is quiet and deep and you shiver into him, tilting your head and using your arms against his biceps to keep your balance. Your mind briefly flashes to what your dad would do after letting Bo sleep in his house and waking up to you with fresh bruises and not able to properly walk. You gasp and reach up to tug at Bo’s hair - he pulls off with a grunt and gives you a dirty look. “My dad - he’ll know it was you, stupid.” Your breath is coming too fast and Bo grunts again.

Your hands are thrown above your head and your cool skin is exposed to the air, nipples hard in the heat. Bo’s eyes widen before he sinks down, burying his face between your tits with a moan. You hold his head as he sucks harsh bruises into your skin where your dad would never see, his tongue and teeth rough against your nipples and you’re panting, tugging at Bo’s hair and he comes up and kisses you deep, pushing you backwards with a hand out for guidance and then there’s rough bark against your naked back and you’re only mildly aware of the scratches it leaves on your skin as Bo’s hands are at your ass, lifting you easily to set you on the edge of a thick fork in the branch of the tree. He pulls back from kissing you and you don’t have long to settle yourself before Bo’s thick fingers are at your lips, first and middle pushing into your mouth and you moan around his digits, lifting a hand to hold him there while you choke.

His eyes are dark and he pulls his hand back out of your mouth to slap at your face roughly, onetwothree, the palm of his hand and then the back and his palm again and you almost lose your balance on the branch as you press your thighs together, desperate for some kind of friction. Bo must be feeling desperate too - his fingers are deft as he flicks open the fly of his coveralls and fishes his thick cock out. His hand is back at your mouth with his fingers shoved roughly down your throat and his accent is thicker with lust. “Take off your shorts. Your panties.” You nod and uncomfortably shift yourself to slide the denim of your shorts down your legs followed by your panties, both tosses carelessly into the woods behind Bo. His fingers are pulled back from your mouth and he’s kneeing your legs apart, reaching down to rub your saliva against your clit, over the folds of your cunt, into you. You’re already fucking soaked, wet enough that the spit on his fingers doesn’t matter but when he shifts his hand and curls and pistons his fingers inside of you with his thumb rough on your clit you moan out loud. It’s all you can do to bite the flesh of your hand as Bo roughly fucks you with his fingers - your first orgasm hits you like a wave and you’re dripping against Bo’s hand, leaving a puddle under you that’s easily soaked up. You hear Bo groan and make out your name before he pulls back and positions himself between your legs before snapping his head up, dark eyes meeting yours.

“I don’t have a rubber.”

You pause, only for a moment, before reaching to tug at where he’d curled the dark blue of his coveralls to the side. He leans down and kisses you and sinks in deep at your consent. You pant against his mouth, cock much thicker than his fingers, and then you’re remembering last time he fucked you, how you fucked yourself every day to the thought since then, how he’s got his head dropped against your shoulder at he rolls his hips and fucks you deep and hard, a hand at your hip to pull you onto himself while the other steadies himself against the tree. Both of your arms are around Bo’s neck and you bite low against his collar to stiffle yourself, surely louder in the woods in the heat of the moment than you were before at Bo’s house.

He’s faster this time, harsher, and you don’t get a second orgasm as Bo slams his hips up into you with an airy groan, a chuckle as he floods into your guts - you moan at the warmth and then it’s too much, bark tearing at your ass and thighs and you whine and Bo takes the hint, pulling back and tucking himself away before helping you off the tree. Your hips are sore and you immediately regret fucking Bo out in the woods instead of in his truck, or even quietly on the couch.

He gives a little grin at your discomfort before dipping to hand you back your shorts - he’s not shy about stuffing your panties in his pocket and your insides flutter at the thought. He holds your hand and you share a cigarette when you walk back to the house. Bo opens the door for you and you find a bundle of blankets in the closet that Bo accepts, despite the almost stiffling heat in the house. You shyly tell him goodnight and he catches your arm, pulling you in to press a soft kiss against your forehead.

“Be seein you again.” His voice is quiet and you can hear his grin - you lean up on your toes to press a kiss against the underside of his jaw before retreating to your room. The thought made you tremble in fear of your father, but you leave your door cracked for Bo. Just in case.

#dads friend bo #bo sinclair x you #bo sinclair x reader #afab reader #house of wax #roseypeachesstuff #bo sinclair

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s1ater · 3 years

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the end of us. eli moskowitz x reader

summary 📣: in which a couple of months after reader and hawk’s messy breakup, they meet again up at a party for another eventful interaction

warning/s 🚫: angst, swearing, no good ending, unrealistic high school party, toxic relationship

slater’s note 🗯: honestly not my best work but i’ll be checking my messages and inbox again to start writing for those, also join my taglist :)

you had heard it from other people before you heard it from him.

and it was like a kick in the ass, to be told “i told you so” by all your friends and all of his friends and basically everyone in the goddamn high school because they really did all know.

he kissed another girl, maybe even slept with her, you weren’t sure but it all got swept up into a wind of rumors to the point you didn’t know what to think or what to believe but by the way he ended things, you knew something unfaithful was done.

you didn’t remember how it begun either, when he broke up with you. you didn't remember his first words or his last or your own but he remembered them, he remembered the painful, bitter words that you uttered before leaving, ‘how was i such an idiot, to believe that you, out of all people, could ever love me’.

it hurt him, watching you walk away, getting into your car and driving away with tears running down your face. he hadn’t intended it to be like that, to end it so roughly out into a shaky cliff, but it had just slipped out from his hands.

it was months later, you healed slowly with late nights of no sleep and peps talks from your friends with many buckets of ice cream and fast food taking over half your diet, but you had slowly fell back into your schedule before eli.

it was hard, but it happened.

and months later, miguel had offered you a ride. a ride you knew you shouldn’t have accepted.

“y/n, party, friday night? i’ll give you a ride?” “miguel,” you had turned, your hand on the handle of your car door, giving him a slightly amused, pointed look, “i don’t party.”

“yeah, i know,” he returned the expression, his eyebrows raised but lips slightly turned up into a smile, “eli wouldn't come to parties for weeks just to prove his loyalties to you-” you had gotten into the car so fast, rolling your eyes at the mention of eli, it was like poison, setting your mind off into hurt as well as annoyance. all those moments for nothing, just a complete waste.

“no- y/n, come on,” he plead, quickly stopping your car door from closing, “i didn’t mean to, i just- it just slipped out, okay? you should still come with.”

you frowned, narrowing your brows up at him, “who’s going to be there?”

“anyone you want.”

it took a lot of convincing before the two of you reached an agreement, you’d be the one driving and he’d have to bring robby just so you would go to the party. and once friday arrived you found yourself in a car full of two boys who were already pregaming.

the party took place at some upperclassman’s house that did karate with them. you weren’t so sure it was a good idea to pull up, especially to a seniors house, who knows what could go down, but miguel had to remind you that half the school basically worshipped him, including the seniors, so if anything bad happened, he wouldn’t be one to mess with.

the house was booming with loud music that you could hear outside, even through the car as you put it in park across the street. you weren’t sure how it wasn’t shut down already from how easy it was to hear the loud ridiculous rap music blaring from the considerably big house.

you glanced over to robby and miguel who stumbled out of the car already giggling for no reason making you roll your eyes despite the amusement you found in the situation.

it was going to be a long night.

once you entered through the front door a waft of booze found it’s way up your nose making you wince, taking a minute to process what was going on.

kegs were noticeably everywhere in sight, red solo cups littered the whole room if not in someone’s hand, and a “bar” was set up onto the kitchen island along with boxes of pizza and half full bowls of chips.

you blinked a couple of times before nodding in content, yeah, it looked like a classic senior party. bright flashing lights from those cheap LED fans you could buy at the dollar store with teenage girls dancing ridiculously trying to draw some attention or just having genuine fun, people yelling from the backyard where there was pool like in every LA home, just genuine loudness.

“have a drink!” robby slung his arm around your shoulders, holding a red solo cup close to your face, alcohol flaring up your nostrils, causing you to slightly wince, shying away before tuning back to grab the plastic cup.

“have fun, y/n, you never have fun,” he pushes off of you after a final nob. you watched him waddle off into the crowd of sweaty bodies.

you smiled lightly, taking another sip from the cheap cup, nodding off the drink that was slowly making its way down your throat despite how fast you tried to swallow, “yeah, i’ll try.”

it wasn’t long before moon found you, a grim smile on her face for she was already five shot of vodka deep into drunkenness. she shoved you onto the dance floor after getting a couple shots down into your own gut, becoming tipsy and giddy, your body practically vibrating in excitement.

you felt on top of the world till a hand gripped your slender shoulder, pulling you away from the practical mosh pit of teen bodies. you couldn’t exactly process the movement taken over your body until you became face to face with the infamous boy you used to be in love with.

“didn't exactly expect to see you here, y/n.”

you were absolutely dumbfounded to see a boy who had ignored you for months after a messy break up (not that you weren’t ignoring him as well) now confront you face to face.

“fuck,” you groaned, “not really surprised to see you.”

he scoffed, “kind of hurt you say that.”

“since when are you affected by anything i say?”

“what?”

“you heard me.”

and then silence as he stared deeply to your core. you could see the rage and hurt that slowly built up in his eyes. his stare intensified, like he could just go off on you, like you were the one in the wrong, but he held it all in, allowing it to build up in his chest.

“you promised,” you stuttered, voice wispy and caught up in the back of your throat like you were about to break down from all the memories that had begun to fill your mind like balloons, “you broke me and you promised... so much, you promised me that i was anything but like those others girls, that it would be different, and i believed you because you said it over and over.”

“y/n, i-”

“fuck you,” you reached over to smack his chest but he caught your arm quickly.

“y/n,” he said in a stern tone, practically begging you to listen, “i would have done anything for you.”

your facial features dropped even further into despair. it was absolutely ridiculous to have to hear the words that had just came from his mouth.

you scowled, trying to hide the hurt that was swirled in your pupils, but it wasn’t successful with how his faced dropped, trying to figure out why that would hurt you.

“you asshole,” you yanked your wrist from grip, “you didn't do anything but fuck jessica karol and half the other girls in our grade not even seconds after we broke up.”

hurt. silence. shock.

“why’re you even talking to me?” “y/n, i-” he paused, trying to find words to form, but he couldn’t with the lump forming in his throat from all your words that stung him hard, “i just- i just miss you.” “you miss me?” “yes.”

“what gives you the right to just waltz back into my life after all the pain you’ve caused me? after all that you did-”

“y/n, i got scared,” he said quickly, “y/n, baby, please, i love you, you know i love you, i didn’t want to do anything to hurt you.”

he took a stop closer, making you sway on your feet, hesitant whether you should stay in place or move backwards.

“i got scared. i got scared because you know that i don’t make promises, and i didn’t want to break any of mine to you.”

“so you fucked another girl?” “baby,” he whispered, his hands reaching both sides of your face, his palms warm as he pushed your cheeks together, “i love you, i never want to hurt you, please.”

it was overwhelming. everything. with how close he stood and the heavy amounts of liquor coating the inside of his mouth and his hands clutching you carefully and tightly, wanting to pull you closer into something you knew you wouldn’t be able to get out of.

overwhelming, yes, that’s what it all was, but pulling away was hard, making your heat freeze up in cold and pain, but you knew if he was able to hurt you once, he’d be able to do it again, just as easy.

“no.”

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bugsy-maria · 3 years

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Casifer x Reader

inspired by the song Bruises

I heard the door close with a click, I knew that they would be gone for a bit so I ran to the dungeon. I grabbed the materials that I'd need to summon crowly. I knew something bad would happen. I mean, of course, I would know I watched the show back in my universe. I just needed to protect Cass from making that stupid choice I knew he would make.

I said the spell that Sam taught me a while back. I waited for a bit and Crowley popped up behind me in the library. I looked up and around at him before proceeding.

"I need you to put me in Lucifer's cage," I stated simply keeping a monotone voice and serious face.

"What is it with your bunch and wanting to go in there?!" he exclaimed like his usual self.

"Something bad is going to happen and I need to stop it. so, get me in there."

"Look (Y/N), I love you like one of my own demons but I would not let you in there."

"It would have been easier to just say you hate me," I mumbled under my breath

"You know what I mean. I'm not letting you go down there."

"I wasn't asking, take me there now," I said my voice rising a bit as I knew that every minute we bickered the closer Cass is to say Yes.

"I said no. besides they're out already, there's no one to save." and as his raised voice died down he disappeared.

Black and blue, I'm on the edge Forgave you with your hands around my neck You steal my breath, you throw me away I'm only left with bruises Always played too close to fire I thought I saw the devil in your eyes You pull me down, I can't act surprised I know you're kind, the truth is I sat on one of the chairs in the library waiting anxiously for the arrival of the two brothers and the angel. I heard the click of the door again and shot right out of the chair I had been occupying the past couple of hours. I looked at sam and dean, they were just about the same as when they left. "Cass" followed right behind them.

"How did it go?" I asked, already knowing the answer while hugging them when they got to the bottom of the stairs.

"You already know." sam said with a chuckle. I hug dean but not "Cass". I went back to my seat, not sitting, and patted the table telling them to sit with me.

"I know but it might be nice to hear how it went for you, you know?" I looked at them and noticed that they both shared a glance at one another, thinking it was weird that I didn't hug the angel as they knew I might have most likely a tiny small somewhat big secret noticeable crush on him.

They all soon sat Cass next to Dean, Sam next to my chair.

"I'll go grab some beers, yeah?" they all nodded in response, I left to get the beers from the kitchen. I came back to hear them talking about me acting weird but I just brushed it off and walked in. "Here they are!" I said having two bottles in each hand.

"Oh just what I need," Dean said grabbing his when I placed the bottles down. we spent that night drinking a little and talking about nothing. it was about an hour or two before Dean said he was gonna crash, about 20 minutes later sam said he'd hit the hay. this left me and Cassifer to be alone.

"Why didn't you hug me when I came in?" he said in Cass's voice.

"Oh drop the act I know you're not Castiel," I said, standing up and grabbing the empty brown tinted glass bottles.

"So you know," he said in more of a menacing voice.

"Of course I do."

"And you won't tell." he stands up

"Of course I won't" I turned around and started to walk to the kitchen

"Well, I guess we'll have to keep it that way huh?" I heard his chair squeak on the wood floor.

"They'll find out on their own anyway," I said looking over my shoulder. No chains, no ropes Don't need 'em, I'm not going home Can't be alone You hurt me and I pull you close I woke up sore, everything hurt. the events of last night flashed in my mind when I took in my surroundings. my surroundings being on the floor of my room with books all over the floor. I push myself up painfully and stumble out of my room. I walk to the kitchen with my hand sliding along the walls like normal.

I go into the kitchen to see the two brothers eating eggs toast and dean was eating bacon. they stopped talking about turkey bacon and looked at me. upon seeing me dean shot up along with sam after him.

"What happened to you?" Dean asked, his big hands grabbing my face, turning it to get a better look on all sides.

"I ran into a wall," I said simply while shrugging my shoulders and closing my eyes.

"A wall doesn't leave handprints around someone's neck." sam said with worry laced in his words.

"Well it did," I said as I pushed past dean to grab a plate for myself. I picked up the spatula and scooped some eggs onto my plate.

"Oh are you sure you wanna eat that (Y/n)?" I heard Castiel's voice from behind me. I sighed before thinking about it. maybe the reason they didn't take me with them to get sam out of the cage was that they knew I'd only get in the way. ill need to train and be thinner to save them the next time right?

and with that thought, I scrapped the food off my plate and put it down on the counter. I turned to see both brothers staring at him in shock. I mean it's not their fault. they didn't know that Cass wasn't himself right now.

"I hope you burn in hell." and with that, I walked out. I knew that it wasn't much of an insult to an angel that was imprisoned in a cage with no interaction by his own father, but to the boys thinking that I said it to Cass it was the best one out there. they know that I love the angel to death and wouldn't think twice before jumping in front of an angel blade for him. they would be able to tell that something is wrong I know it.

I can't tell you why When you kill me with a smile I don't wanna lose it Wish I could unchoose it All I have are bruises Let you see inside my mind Got no tears behind my eyes I don't wanna skew it Wish I could undo it All I have are bruises After a while, he stopped hurting me as he found out that I was already putting myself in hell. I could never stay mad at Cass so I've started hugging him and whispering "I'm sorry's" over and over. it's gotten harder and harder to sleep lately. I'm exhausted all the time from not eating and overworking. Black and blue, I still regret Forgive you even when I know what's next But I'm not scared, I'm outta my head Lay down to rest with bruises Cross my heart and hope to die I knew I saw the devil in your eyes If love is hell, I guess I gone blind At least you're mine, the truth is Today was the day, the day no more scars and bruises would be left on my skin. the night that I could go to bed at a normal time with my favorite angel/person in the whole universe.

"(Y/N)?" I heard his voice fly through the hall on the other side of my door. I got up and walked to the door, my hand stretched out in front of me. my hand hovered over the handle, i hesitated while my mind raced with thought about this all being a sick messed up dream. if it was I sure hope it would never end.

my boney digits wrapped around the nob and in a swift motion the door was open. I quickly looked left down the hall then right, where I saw him standing there having me.

"Cass," I sighed and ran over to him, stumbling over my feet before i got to him and quickly tied my arms around him as tight as I possibly could as to make sure he could never leave me. I felt his arms wrap around my now small and thin frame. his warmth covering me like a blanket.

"I'm back." he mumbled into the hair on the top of my head. No chains, no ropes Don't need 'em, I'm not going home Can't be alone You hurt me and I pull you close He pryed me off of him and looked me in the eyes. I didn't look at them before this but now that I had I realised that it wasn't actually him. Cass hadn't come back, it was only Lucifer playing yet another sick game.

"Oh come on that was too easy." his smirk spread on Castiel's face. "I mean one would think that you would have learned by now that Castiel is never coming back home." he lowed his face down to mine, "But that's whats unique about you, you're so so so so stupid." he said shaking my head with his hand.

"No, no Cass is going to come back i know he will." I said with determination in my voice.

"This isn't a TV show!" he shouted then slapped me so hard that I fell, my head hitting the hard wall. Upon hearing the noise sam and dean ran into the other side of the hall. their knifes out, I heard dean say something before running up to him and sam running up to me. i saw dean get stabbed with his own knife. sam tried to pick me up and take me away but was killed. I was too sund by the scene to make a noise.

"There now it's just us." he wiped his hands of the trousers he wore. "Its stupid you know." he looked at me and kneeled down to almost my level. "Its stupid that you would eve think Castiel even thinks of you like someone important to him. he doesn't even see you as a friend you know." and there was that smirk again. I can't tell you why When you kill me with a smile I don't wanna lose it Wish I could unchoose it All I have are bruises Let you see inside my mind Got no tears behind my eyes I don't wanna skew it Wish I could undo it All I have are bruises

I woke up in a cold sweat, I've had the same nightmare for months, ever since Cass came back but I never asked him to be around me when i slept because everything that Lucifer said gets to me. I know he doesn't see me as important or even like a friend.

I sat on my bed remembering the bleeding bodies of Sam and Dean and the shit-eating-grin on castiel's face that was put there by the devil himself. after about 30 minutes of sitting there I finally got the gutts to get up and ask Cass to help me sleep. he doesn't sleep but it has always helped me sleep with him and I cuddling.

my bare feet touched the cold floor and the light patter of them could be heard from the occupants of the rooms I was walking by. i made it to cass' room where he didn't do much, mostly just reading. i knocked on the door then heard a couple steps from inside the room. the door opened and there stood Cass in all of his glory. the real one.

"(Y/N)? what are you doing up?" HIS voice asked.

"I had a nightmare." i said looking at HIS eyes, making sure there was no sign of Lucifer.

"Oh, come in." he stepped aside letting me walk in, softly closing the door behind me. I fell onto his bed, the meletonion in my body kicking me, and boy did it kick hard. I felt the side of the bed next to me dip. "What was it about?"

"It was the night you came back but it wasn't you it was still Lucifer and he killed Dean and Sam." I said leaving out the part about what he had said. I felt his arm drape around my waist and the other one go underneath me to hug me tight and close to his chest. I felt the blanket cover him and me.

"Oh Angel, you have nothing to worry about. it's always going to be me from now on." HE whispered kissing the top of my head. an action he did quite often but everytime he did it I got butterflies.

"Good night Bee."

"Good night Angel, i love you."

"I love you too." I said with a smile spread so far on my face it covered half of my face.

I can't tell you why I'd let you kill me with a smile I don't wanna lose it Wish I could unchoose it All I have are bruises Wish you saw inside my mind I got no tears behind my eyes I don't wanna skew it Wish I could undo it All I have are bruises

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sweetsakusa · 3 years

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Dimples and Laughter

Description: Sakusa has dimples. That’s it. This is what we are talking about today.

Disclaimer: I saw a post with something similar to this where they talked about Sakusa having dimples and I forgot who did it so when I find it, I’ll tag them. Just know that’s my inspiration for this. Anyways, enjoy my first post!

Genre: Fluff, sorta marriage and parenting au, drabble, slice of life,

Character Pairing: Timeskip Sakusa x Reader + your nine month old daughter, Rina

Warnings: none (unless babies count as a trigger warning lmao I’m really sorry), SAPPY AND ROMANTIC AF

A/N: I’m so obsessed with him

Word Count: 1.5k words

You roll over to your side, groaning as the sun’s rays penetrate through your eyelids, stirring from your restful slumber. You reach to feel the side of the bed where Kiyoomi normally sleeps, the sheets now cool to the touch from abandonment. You sigh into his pillow, the subtle scent of his cologne wafting into your nose. You want to stay there forever, but most of all, you want his strong arms thrown around your waist, burying into his toned chest, the warmth emanating off his frame in waves and warming your body.

You feel yourself growing bored without his presence. You swing your legs over the side of the bed, trudging to the bathroom and turn the nob in the shower to get the hot water running. You throw your clothes into the hamper before hopping in. After showering, you grab some clothes from your closet and slip on a pair of sweats and t-shirt before tying up your damp hair. As you walk down the hall to begin breakfast, a fit of muffled laughter comes from behind a cracked door of the nursery.

Curiosity bubbles inside your chest and you tiptoe closer, leaning against the cool wood. Peeking through the small crack, the sight of your husband sitting on the sparkling clean floor, playing with your daughter, appears. A smile creeps onto your face as he holds her and lifts her up into the air and pulls her back down onto his lap. Her squeals of laughter fills your ears and Kiyoomi can’t hold back a deep chuckle, gentle and fluid, a flash of a smile flickers through his quiet laugh. Your eyes scan his handsome face, the beautiful head of curly, dark locks, obsidian eyes, his defined jawline, and the two moles above his right eyebrow only accentuates his beauty.

You continued to watch your husband play with your daughter as another squeal of laughter falls from her lips. Slowly, but surely, the small, fond smile grows into a grin, full of genuine joy, and stretched ear to ear.

His smiles were infrequent. Occasionally, you will receive a smirk or a lipped smile that shows the tiniest indent of dimples, but other than that, Kiyoomi Sakusa rarely smiled.

Your breath hitches, absolutely dumbfounded. He’s grinning. Out of four years of dating, three years of marriage and almost a year with a child, you had never seen him beam with pure happiness until now. The dimples hidden behind his calm, nonchalant expression emerge. He has dimples, the indents on his cheeks so prominent that you are tempted to stick skittles in them and convinced that they will stay.

Understanding the rarity of this small moment, you stand there, lingering by the door and taking in every second that brilliant smile is on his face. The last thing you wanted was forget the smile that brought out the divots in his cheeks. It was like falling in love with him all over again, the feeling strangely familar, yet still foreign. Your mind spaces out, your heart swells with love, threatening to burst through your chest because your poor heart can’t take it. How is it possible that you can fall in love with him more than you already were?

He’s difficult to read under his calm and collected demeanor. Everything is out of the blue with him, but he never fails to make you fall for his beautiful unpredictabilities. When he kisses your forehead through his mask after coming home, showering immediately and once he does, his lips will always be found on yours; when he mutters, “thank you, love,” when you hand him a cup of coffee or tea; when he purposely places your favorite mug on the top shelf of the cabinet so you have to ask him to grab it for you and he gets the chance to kiss your shoulder or cheek and hug you from behind; when you catch him staring at you and he doesn’t look away, he has a fond look of awe in his eyes, unwavering, and heat rushes up your face.

The unpredictability of Kiyoomi only makes you hopelessly fall in love with him. It never fails to make your stomach flip at the small acts of affection he gives you, undeniable adoration he shows to you and to you only. It hits you when you least expect it and it's a wonderful surprise that renders you tongue-tied and you try to say the words, but your mind is in too much of a jumbled mess that they don’t fall past your throat. It was moments like these that left you star-struck and utterly speechless. You swear he’s going to be the death of you.

You decide to finally make your presence known. You nudge the door open, careful not to disturb their peace.

“Good morning, Kiyoomi,” you whisper as you gently shut the door behind you.

He lifts his head at your voice, a flicker of a smile still teasing his lips when he finally lets his face relax. “Good morning, darling.” The pet name always sends tingles across your body, making your toes curl and your heart ache.

Your daughter is still paying attention to him, her arms making motions in the air, trying to get his attention so he can lift her again. He obliges and the sweet ring of hysteric giggles fill the room once again.

You sit down next to him, your daughter’s large eyes on you now as Kiyoomi set her back down on his lap, his large hands holding her gently and rubbing her back in soothing patterns. His practicality and carefulness made parenthood look good on him.

“Good morning, Rina,” you say sweetly as you stroke the dark bunch of hair she inherited from her father.

She babbles as if trying to come up with a construction of sentences. You place a few kisses on her head, smiling at her nonsense words. Out of the corner of your eye, Kiyoomi lets his face break into a fond smile. You smile even wider.

“It seems to me that you have been using her as a dumbbell to workout,” you joke. He has been taking more days off to help you raise your daughter and she has grown even more fond of him.

He quirks an amused eyebrow. “She isn’t heavy enough to be a weight.”

You roll your eyes. “I know that.” You hadn’t forgotten his taut, muscular figure, toned with muscle and minimal fat.

“Have you eaten anything yet?” You ask as your thumb creates circles on his forearm, coiled with veins and tendons.

He shakes his head. “No.”

“I’ll start breakfast right now.” You start to stand up, but his calloused hand grabs your wrist, pulling you back.

“Can I have a kiss?” He asks gingerly, his hand caressing your jaw. It was adorable when he asked for affection and it wasn’t often when he asked.

You give him more than just a kiss. You lean in, your hand rests on his shoulder and kisses him a few times. Each time you pull away, you smile against his lips as you lean in for another one.

“I love you.” The declaration of love whispered against his lips as you placed another kiss there to seal it, let it seep into his skin, make it known to him you meant every word.

“I love you, too,” he murmurs, his thumb cradling your cheek.

You break your loving gaze from your husband to your daughter, her eyes wide as she stares at the both of you, mouth slightly agape as her brain tries to register the tender action her parents just shared. Kiyoomi’s ears are brushed with a pink tinge. Still blushing after almost being together for almost ten years? You want to say, but you bite your lip to prevent them from falling.

You laugh, light and airy as you kiss her forehead. “And I love you, Rina.”

You lift yourself from the floor, walking to the door and closing it behind. You try your best to suppress the stupid grin on your face, but fail miserably. You walk to the kitchen to make yourself coffee. You open the cabinet to get your mug and realize Kiyoomi put it on the top shelf once again. Attempting to get the mug yourself is a lost cause because he absolutely forbids it in the case you might hurt yourself.

You smile, but it falls from your face when your jaw begins to tense, letting you know you have been smiling so much to the point it hurts. Instead, you just let your lips tug at the ends.

You fervently wish he never stops surprising you. Routine is a part of Kiyoomi’s lifestyle and he enjoys the familiarity and repetition; it brings him comfort. It is easier for him to follow a paved road than a gravel path. How much of a surprise it was for him to include you into his routine and take the beaten path instead so he can see the flowers while walking side by side with you.

Repetition and changeability contrasts with each other like black and white, yin and yang, like the cherry blossom petals dancing in the spring air and the autumn leaves floating in the cool fall breeze, but when they are put together, it creates something beautiful and Kiyoomi is the embodiment of that strange yet beautiful combination.

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after-avenging-hours · 4 years

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Out of Time [3]: Steve x Reader

Series Masterlist with dates on chapter releases - tag list will not be used for this series

Summary: After Steve gets injected with a mysterious substance during a mission gone wrong, you come to find out that the only thing that can save his life is a pure sample of Dr. Erskine’s Super Soldier Serum. Unwilling to let the love of your life die without a fighting chance, you travel through the quantum realm back to 1943. Equipped with little more than your knowledge of past events, you have to figure out just how exactly you’re going to get your hands on that serum. Not only that, but with the infinity stones no longer protecting the reality you’ve come from, there is now a chance that your presence in the past can change the future you’ll return to. Can you succeed without messing things up? And if things go wrong, can you fix it before it’s too late? Or will you run out of time…

Word Count: 6079

Warnings: brief mention of smutty concepts, Steve being a sad puppy, subtle pining

When Steve wakes up in the morning, it’s to a feeling he hasn’t felt in a really long time. Warmth, security, and something a little new to him. He feels the gentle weight of your arm over his waist and the flutter of your breath against his collar bone. He almost doesn’t want to open his eyes for the fear that he’ll wake up from this dream.

He counts to ten before blinking his eyes open and his heart nearly stops at the sight before him. Bathed in the morning sun, your hair frames your face like a glowing halo. You look ethereal and serene, lips parted ever so slightly, your face relaxed. It makes him want to grab his sketchbook if he knew that moving wouldn’t wake you.

He settles for tracing over your features with his gaze. Memorizing every detail, so that he might be able to recreate the image later. He doesn’t know what he did right to have this literal angel fall into his lap. He’d almost been certain that he was going to wake up alone in his bed. That last night had been some sort of fever dream.

Yet, here you are. Asleep in his arms. As real as the air in his lungs.

He really doesn’t want to ruin this moment by waking you, but nature is calling and it would be his damn luck to have an accident in bed while a beautiful woman slept next to him. “Vic,” he whispers, not wanting to startle you. However, he says it a little too soft, and you continue to sleep soundly. Unwinding his arm from around your waist, his fingers curl from the top of your hair and down your temple. “Vic,” he says once again, his voice a little rough from sleep.

You inhale deeply through your nose, your body shifting and rubbing up against his. That makes him go stiff as he becomes acutely aware of the reaction this instills in his own body. “Steve…” his name slips from your parted lips with a pleasured lilt.

His eyes widen and he feels the heat crawling up his neck. “Vic, honey, you gotta wake up,” he urges a little more pressingly. He’s not sure where the term of endearment came from. It just slipped out.

Your eyes flutter and slowly blink open. Your head pulls back, away from his chest, before your eyes lift to his. Your lips split into a smile that rivals the sunlight filtering in through the window. “Morning...” you declare, in a cheerful, yet sleepy voice. Your arm lifts from his waist, so you can rub the tiredness from your eyes and then cover the yawn that escapes. “Oh, you probably need to use the bathroom,” you realize and begin to extract your tangled legs. Even as a Super Soldier, Steve had the tiniest bladder. He always needed to go first thing after waking up.

“Uh… thanks?” He looks a little confused but shuffles out of bed. He gives you one last glance over his shoulders before leaving the room.

You move to sit up, wincing slightly when you feel your stitches tug at your skin. It’s not exactly painful but feels uncomfortable. You’ll get a chance to check on the healing progress later. It might already be time to remove the stitches. Pushing the blankets off your legs, you carefully move to stand, keeping a hand pressed to the covered wound on your front. Once on your feet, you attempt a few simple stretches to test the strength of your torso and the integrity of the wounded area. There’s a very slight soreness, but it’s nearly unnoticeable.

You turn back to the bed and start to pull the sheets back into place. “You don’t have to do that,” Steve voices once again upon entering the room.

You glance up briefly, releasing a huffed laugh. “Force of habit.”

He moves back to his side of the bed, helping you tug the sheets and blankets back into place. You both then grab a pillow each, fluffing them up in the same manner and setting them back at the same time. It’s a morning ritual you’ve grown used to, but Steve gives you a strange look.

“Hey, do you mind if I use your shower?” you ask, both in an attempt to distract him and because you’re sure that your hair has only gotten worse by sleeping in it without washing the hairspray out.

“Oh, sure,” he agrees, stepping back. “And I think I still have one of my Ma’s old dresses that you can wear.” He turns and moves toward his closet, rolling back one of the double doors to reveal an old wooden dresser tucked into the space. He kneels down and opens the bottom drawer, lifting and tucking around a few different items before pulling out a folded cloth in a floral pattern.

He hands the dress to you, which you take graciously. You hold it tight to your chest, the meaning not lost on you at how much he has to trust you to offer his mother’s dress without hesitation. “Thank you, Steve.”

He nods, watching how you clutch the material as if you understand its importance before he meets your gaze. “It takes a while for the water to get hot, and then it doesn’t last very long. Clean towels are in the cupboard to the right of the sink.”

You smile sweetly. “Thanks for the forewarning.”

You step out of the bedroom and head for the living room first to grab the first aid kit, which you left on the couch, before backtracking down the hall into the bathroom. After closing and locking the door, you place the dress gently on the closed toilet seat and begin to unbutton your pajama shirt. It falls unceremoniously off your shoulders and onto the floor.

Stepping toward the sink, you begin to unwrap the bandage from around your waist and carefully peel back the taped gauze pack. You can’t help the chuckle of slight disbelief when you look down at the nearly healed wound. You would never know how Shuri did it, but her gel was an absolute godsend. You’ve used some of it before, but never for something this bad. You’ll have to find a way to thank her once you get back.

You open up your first aid kit and pull out the surgical scissors, cleaning them off with an alcohol wipe, and then start snipping and removing the stitching thread. Getting the stitches on your back wound, while working through the mirror is a bit awkward, but you get it all eventually. You clean the scissors again before putting them back and take out the tube of disinfectant cream. You place that on the counter for later and shed your pajama pants next.

You grab a towel from the cupboard and pull your toiletry bag back out from where you stashed it the night before to grab the items you’ll need for your shower. Stepping into the porcelain tub, you swing the curtain around, the metal rings at the top clinking against the top bar. You spin the nobs to turn on the water and flip the switch to send it from the tub faucet to the showerhead.

The water that comes gushing out is frigid, but you don’t mind too terribly. You’ve had your fair share of cold showers, especially after that time you went on the run with Steve, Sam, and Nat after the Accords broke up the team. You were just happy to have running water against your scalp. It’s also nice to be able to reach up and work the water into your hair without feeling pain from your injury.

By the time you’ve got your shampoo building up a lather on your scalp, the water finally begins to warm. You adjust the knobs as necessary, hoping that by keeping it at a more lukewarm, the heat may last a little longer. This seems to be the right trick because it doesn’t start to cool until you’re just about finished.

Pushing the curtain back, you step onto the thin bath mat. You grab the towel to dry off your body and hair. You know you won’t have access to a blow drier in a man’s apartment, so the towel is the best you’ve got. With the towel wrapped and twisted around the top of your head, you step back up to the sink to apply the disinfectant cream over your wounds, then protect them with a single square, adhesive bandage over each one.

The floral dress is loose enough that you can step into it and pull it up your legs, feeding your arms through the short sleeves, before it settles on your shoulders. A soft lavender scent fills your lungs where it clings to the fabric from its original owner. You smooth your hand down the dress, sending your thoughts to the woman who wore it before you in the hopes that she won’t mind you borrowing it. It always makes you a little sad when you remember that you’ll never have a chance to meet the wonderful woman that raised the man you love. But wearing this dress helps you feel a little more connected, both to her and to Steve.

You pack your toiletries back into the bag and stash it once more before unwinding the towel from your hair and bundling it in your arms along with the borrowed pajamas. You step out of the bathroom and head back for Steve’s room. You find him sitting on the bed, already dressed for the day, and lacing up his boots. He pauses and looks up at your entrance. His lips part in awe, eyes widening.

“Wow…” he mutters quietly enough that you don’t think he noticed the slip.

You feel the heat in your face building. “It’s a beautiful dress,” you tell him sincerely, glancing down the length of the material.

He has to physically shake himself out of his thoughts, mouth closing as he looks away, embarrassed. “She’d be happy to hear that. It was one of her favorites.” He finishes lacing his boots before he stands. “She’d also be happy to see it getting used again.”

He walks over to you, taking the items from your arms and putting them in the hamper basket he has tucked in the corner of the room by the closet.

“Are you going out?” you question, noting his attire.

He nods, turning toward the dresser inside his still-open closet. He opens one of the single top drawers and pulls out a tie. “Yeah, I’m meeting with Bucky.” He turns up the collar of his shirt and hooks the tie around the back of his neck. “I promise I won’t tell him about you,” he quickly puts in, glancing over at you. His body seems to turn of its own accord when you step up to him; his hands falling away when yours take their place on the fabric of the tie.

“I know you won’t.” You assure him, pulling the length of the tie to one side before beginning to wrap the material around itself. “I trust you.”

You finish tying the knot and tighten it neatly to the base of his neck, noting how his Adam’s apple bobs with a thick swallow. Your gaze flicks up, catching the look on his face. He looks just about ready to jump out of his own skin. Your lips turn up into a smile of amusement, though you just barely manage to contain your laugh.

Steve takes a step back, hand smoothing over the length of his tie as his gaze drops from yours. “Um, thanks,” he mutters quietly.

You know you shouldn’t be teasing him like this, but there’s a part of you that can’t help it. Teasing your Steve normally ended with you getting stripped naked and thrown onto the bed. Or pushed up against the wall. Or bent over the couch… All that positive reinforcement for being naughty made it very difficult for you to behave now. Trying to respect his boundaries, you take your own step back to give him a little more space. “If you’re heading out, do you want me to leave too?” you question.

“You don’t have to,” he shakes his head. “You can stay as long as you need, while you recover. I… I trust you, too.” He doesn’t really know why he would admit that to you after only knowing you for half a day. He wasn’t generally a very trusting person. Being an outcast will do that to you. However, you don’t treat him like an outcast. In fact, you’ve been nothing but kind to him and somehow, he can feel in his heart that he really can trust you. He turns once more to the dresser and digs through the other top drawer. “Here,” he offers, holding out a small object in his hand. When you reach to take it, you realize it’s a key. “You can stay if you want. Or you can leave. You can just tuck it under the doormat if you’re gonna go.” Steve has a strange undertone to his words and he won’t meet your gaze. It’s like he knows that by giving you the option to leave on your own, he’ll surely be coming back to an empty apartment.

“Oh, thanks,” you say, unsure what the proper response is here.

“Well, I’m running late, so…” he leaves the words unfinished as he slides the closet door closed and steps around you.

You turn to watch him leave the room with a frown, unsure how his mood soured so quickly. “Steve,” you call after him, stepping into the living room and stopping his movements at the front door.

He looks back at you, hand on the doorknob. You’re not really sure what to say. Before you can come up with anything, he releases a long sigh, gaze dropping. In the next instant, he swings open the door and steps out.

You bite your lip, your heart feeling heavy in your chest. The Steve you know also had issues with saying goodbye. You always thought that it was from plunging into the ice and waking up in a completely different era. That saying goodbye meant there was an uncertainty of ever seeing each other again, and that made him uncomfortable because he knew all too well what it felt like to have an entire life stripped away. You realize now that the scars run even deeper than that.

You try to think about what the best way to handle this is. You know that you can’t just disappear on him. Even if it’s what you should do, the thought alone makes your stomach squirm and you know that you can’t do that to him.

You step into the kitchen, finding your shirt washed and dried on the small kitchen table. The two bullet holes have also been mended with some thread. You wonder if he had done that while you were in the shower. Your heart clenches. You know how sweet and thoughtful he can be, but he still manages to find ways to surprise you. Even here. You have an idea beginning to form in your mind of how you can repay him for the kindness he’s shown you.

You know that you at least need to track down and check-in with Dr. Erskine. With the way things were left last night, you wouldn’t be surprised if he waited for your return to the recruitment station and by now, he would be assuming the worst. It wouldn’t benefit you at all to have him running to Colonel Phillips to get an investigation started into your whereabouts, only to discover that your records with the SSR didn’t even exist.

But with a key to Steve’s apartment, nothing was preventing you from coming back… After all, it’s not like you exactly had a place to stay. You’d planned to spend your evenings at a hotel, if necessary, but why waste the money?

With your mind made up, you find a smile slowly beginning to grow on your face. Moving back into the bedroom, you grab the rest of your soiled clothing, so you can have it washed and leave it out to dry while you run your errands. You dump your skirt and panties into the sink, only now remembering that you were currently going commando.

It didn’t really bother you since you’ve done it plenty of times before. It was one of your favorite methods of teasing Steve. Also, it certainly helped with the ease of access to accomplish your end goal. You swear the man had a dick made out of gold, and boy, did he know how to use it. You remember asking him where he learned how to thoroughly fuck a woman’s brains out after your first time together. He had laughed, cheeks flushing a little in embarrassment and he told you that he’d had a good teacher. You assumed he meant Barnes. You never did get a chance to thank the man for his thorough lessons.

With the blood washed out of your skirt and underwear, you set them out to dry and head back for the bedroom. You open the pouch from your thigh holster and use a particle disc to enlarge your miniaturized vintage suitcase. Setting it on the ground in the corner of the room, you pop the latches and crack it open, pulling out a fresh set of undies and new stockings. You put on your undies first before sitting on the edge of the bed to slip the stockings up each leg, the elastic tightening just above your knees, and then slide into your heels. You strap your holster back into place, making sure the pouch is secure, before stepping in front of the floor-length mirror leaning against Steve’s wall to make sure it can’t be seen against the fabric of the dress.

You head for the bathroom next, pulling out the hairpins from your toiletry bag. You don’t go quite as “all-out” as you had yesterday, but you get your hair pinned up enough that it’s passable for this day’s fashion. You apply your makeup next, careful with the heavily pigmented lipstick. Once that’s finished, you’re ready to head out.

Stepping out of the apartment, you lock the door behind you and check to make sure no one is around to watch as you lift your skirt and tuck the key into your pouch for safekeeping. Your heels click down the metal staircase as you descend to the street level. You keep your eyes peeled, making sure the men from yesterday, or others, haven’t shown up in droves looking for you.

The coast seems to be clear and you’re able to make it to the street to hail a taxi without issue. You ride to the World Fair, thinking it might be best to start there, instead of showing up at the lab in civilian clothing, expecting to be let in. You pay the cab fare upon arrival and walk straight to the recruitment station. It’s still fairly early in the morning and most of the Fair attractions are still setting up, so there aren’t as many people around as yesterday.

You wonder briefly if it may even be too early before Dr. Erskine would have shown up, but decide to head in any way. A few doctors and nurses are walking around the facility, getting everything prepared. You walk up to a man sitting behind a desk, who you recognize as the head physician.

“Excuse me,” you call to gain his attention.

He barely even gives you a glance before turning back to the papers he’s working on. “What can I do for you, sweetheart?” he asks distractedly.

You have to bite your tongue to keep in the snide remark. “I’m looking for Dr. Erskine, I was here with him yesterday.”

You hear the sound of a curtain getting pushed open behind you. “Vic!”

Turning around, you find just the man you’re looking for. He gestures for you to meet him in the exam room before he shuts the curtain behind you. “Where have you been?” he asks in a hushed, yet urgent, whisper. “I was beginning to think they had taken you. Or worse!”

“I’m alright. I was able to distract them, but they ended up getting away. I wanted to lay low for the night to make sure they wouldn’t come looking for us.” You decide not to tell him about getting shot for fear that he’ll want to see the wound. He is a doctor, after all.

“This is not good,” he sighs with a shake of his head. “Schmidt is getting too close. We have to stop the project.”

You gape at the words coming out of his mouth and quickly try to rectify the situation. “No!” you insist, reaching out to grip his shoulders. “We can’t give up when we’re this close. I know that we will find the man we need for Project Rebirth soon. If we stop now, then Schmidt will win and we can’t let that happen.”

He gives you a doubtful look. “Is that your faith speaking?”

“Yes,” you tell him frankly.

“Okay,” he concedes. “We will keep going, but we have to be careful to make sure those men don’t find the location of the lab.”

You nod to agree, but then your throat constricts when you realize that they’ll find it anyway. You’d nearly forgotten that Erskine doesn’t get out of this alive. He dies just moments after Steve gets turned into a Super Soldier. Shot to death by a Hydra agent. Could you really let that happen still? Knowing that you can save his life?

But on the other hand, that Hydra Agent is a sure fire way to get that spare sample of the serum. You know that he takes it in his escape from the lab. You also know where he’s planning to go, so you can easily intercept him. If you decide to step in and stop the assassination, the chances of anyone letting you just walk out of that lab yourself with the extra serum were about zero.

You feel the conflict burning inside you and you’re not sure what to do. You attempt to push the thought from your mind, knowing you don’t actually have to make a decision right this moment. “They won’t,” you assure him half-heartedly, the lie tasting sour in your mouth. “For now, you should minimize being seen in public and we should have Colonel Phillips send a few extra MPs to watch over the recruitment center.”

He nods in agreement. “And what about you? Why aren’t you in uniform?” he asks, looking down at the dress you wear.

“I had a bit of a scuffle with those men yesterday. Nothing too serious!” you quickly put in when his brows raise. “But my uniform needed to be cleaned afterward. However, this does also give the advantage of being able to blend in. I can watch around the recruitment center to make sure we haven’t been followed and look for suspicious activity.”

Erskine thinks it over for a moment, “Well, you were the one to notice those men yesterday, so I trust your judgment.”

You spend a few hours with him creating a surveillance plan to monitor the recruitment center that will allow you to watch for any Hydra agents, but also not alarm any of the citizens coming to the Fair. After the extra MPs show up, you take your leave, knowing that they will be able to keep the doctor safe in your absence. From there, you head to a grocery store near Steve’s apartment to grab the items you’ll need for his surprise tonight.

When Steve walks up the stairs to his apartment later that evening, he’s got his hands tucked deep in his pants pockets and his head hanging low. He’s come home to an empty apartment nearly every day of his adult life, so he doesn’t understand why it feels so difficult now. He can smell something delicious cooking through one of his neighbor’s open windows and it makes his stomach growl. He gets to his front door and pauses. Though the curtains are shut on his window, he can see light filtering through from inside, and if he strains his ears, he’s pretty sure he can hear the radio playing a soft melody.

With brows furrowed, he slides his key in place and unlocks the door. Stepping into his home, the delicious smell from outside hits him hard and fills his lungs with warmth. He blinks in surprise. “…Vic?” he calls out in question, unsure if this is really happening or not.

“In the kitchen!” your voice calls back and he’s pretty sure his heart flutters in his chest. And not in a bad way.

He shuts the door behind himself and moves toward the kitchen. The sight before him is one he never thought he’d see. A woman waiting for him to come home and cooking in his kitchen. You’re standing at the stove, stirring a large pot. The scent of the food smells familiar to him, but he just can’t place it.

“What are you making?” he asks.

You send a smile his way in greeting, “Potato soup.”

He slips his coat off his shoulders, placing it on the back of one of the chairs at the kitchen table. “That use to be my favorite as a kid.”

“Oh really?” you try to sound surprised.

“Yeah,” he reaches to loosen the tie from his neck. “I’ve tried to make it on my own a few times, but I can’t seem to find the right recipe. It doesn’t quite taste the same as when my Ma made it.”

You hum in understanding. “Well, I can’t claim to be as good of a cook as her, but hopefully this soup will measure up.” It’s at that moment that a timer begins ringing. “Oh, that would be the biscuits. Do you mind?” you ask, indicating to the oven mitt you’ve left on the counter.

He jumps in, slipping the mitt onto his hand and opens the oven with the other. He pulls out a tray of biscuits cooked to a perfect golden brown. He places the tray on the stovetop next to where you’re cooking the soup. He then closes the oven door and turns it off. “Do you need help with anything else?” he offers.

“Just bowls and utensils. The soup is almost done. You came home just in time,” you smile at him over your shoulder.

He kind of likes the way you say home. Maybe a little too much. He turns to pull two mismatched bowls out of the cupboard and some spoons from the drawers. He sets the bowls on the counter next to you and takes the spoons to the small two-seater table. He pulls out some cloth napkins and plates for the biscuits, seeing that you already have a plate of butter set out with a butter knife.

“Where did all this food come from?” Steve asks. He’s pretty sure he didn’t have all the ingredients you’d need to make potato soup, and he knows for certain that he’s been out of butter for at least a week.

“I went to the store,” you comment off-hand.

“You didn’t have to do that,” he tells you once again, feeling like a scratched record.

You only laugh. “I know, Steve. But I wanted to thank you for everything you’ve done for me.” You grab a hand towel to hold one of the bowls as you ladle the hot soup carefully inside. “Take a seat,” you tell him, setting the bowl on the table in front of him.

He knows it’s rude to sit before the lady, but he finds himself complying with your wishes just the same. You pour soup into your own bowl and set it at the table before grabbing the small plates and placing a warm biscuit onto each. Watching you flit around his kitchen like you’ve been there his whole life makes Steve’s entire body ache in ways he’s not used to.

You set the plates down on either side of the table before taking your seat across from him. “Be careful, it’s still pretty hot,” you warn as you take your napkin and set it neatly on your lap. “How was your day out with Bucky?” you ask, figuring small talk will be a good way to pass some time as the soup cools.

“It was good,” he nods, picking up his spoon to stir at the soup in his bowl. “It was kinda nice just being the two of us. He’s been dragging me on all these double dates recently. It’s driving me a little crazy.”

You laugh sweetly. “You’d think your best friend would know your type by now.”

“My type?” he questions, confused.

“You know… the type of woman you’re attracted to.”

He shakes his head. “I haven’t even had a chance to figure that out.”

Your head tilts as you look at him. “You mean you’ve never been attracted to anyone?”

“Well, I have…” he backtracks. “But that’s not the problem. The problem is that they never feel attracted to me. It doesn’t matter what I wear or how I act, next to Bucky I’m just…”

“Steve,” you say gently, reaching your hand across the table to place it over his.

“It’s not a big deal,” he feigns shrugging it off. “I’ve gotten used to being alone.”

You gently squeeze his hand, your heart bleeding for him. You can’t stand the sight of him looking so despondent. To feel resigned to what he thinks is his fate. “You’re not going to be alone forever. I promise that there is someone out there for you. It might take some time, but I know you’ll find happiness.” You might be saying too much, but you hate seeing the sadness in his eyes. “Don’t be so hard on yourself.”

He releases a dry laugh, eyes glued to where your hand touches his. “Are you one of those people that thinks there’s someone out there for everyone?”

Your thumb swipes back and forth over his skin. “No, but I know you’re a good person, Steve. And good people deserve to find happiness.” You wait for him to build the courage to meet your eyes once more. “I don’t measure a person’s worth based on what they look like or how many people they’ve been on dates with. Your actions, your heart, and your courage are what truly define you.”

“Did you read that on a Hallmark card?” he asks, shooting you a wry smile.

You laugh, pulling your hand back. “No. But it sounds like it should be on one, doesn’t it?”

“A little bit,” he agrees, his smile becoming a little more genuine.

You’re happy to have lifted his spirits and turn to dig into your meal. You cut open your biscuit and fit a slice of butter into its warm center to allow the butter to melt. You watch from the corner of your eye as Steve takes a spoonful of soup and blows gently to cool it off. You nearly hold your breath in anticipation when he raises the spoon to his mouth and gets his first taste.

“Oh my God!” he exclaims around his full mouth, quickly trying to swallow before he speaks further. “This tastes exactly how I remember it when my Ma made this!” He takes another spoonful, closing his eyes and releasing a happy moan with the burst of savory flavor on his tongue. “This is amazing.”

You can’t help but laugh at the child-like giddiness coming from him. “I’m glad you like it.”

“Where did you learn to make this?” he asks after downing another spoonful.

“I actually went through a whole process of trying several different recipes and ways of making it before coming to this particular one.” Your Steve had once mentioned that potato soup had been one of his favorite meals that his mother made for him growing up. When you asked him why he never made it himself, he’d told you that he had never received the recipe from her and didn’t know how to make it the same way. You’d then turned it into your mission to help him find the perfect recipe. It took trying out different variations every other week, until one day, he’d told you that you’d gotten perfectly. At that point, it became a special occasion meal that the two of you would share together.

You’re barely halfway through your own soup by the time he’s scraping at the bottom of his bowl. “Do you mind if I have more?” he asks eagerly.

You grin so wide that your cheeks almost hurt. “There’s plenty left over. Help yourself.” He gets up so quickly that his chair nearly falls over.

You’re pretty sure there’s a saying out there about how nothing quite brings people together like sharing a meal. That certainly seems to be the case with getting Steve to open up to you. As the two of you eat the soup and biscuits, the conversation seems to flow easier and more natural than before. He tells you all sorts of tales about the shenanigans he and Bucky got into growing up and you tell him a few stories from your own childhood.

The sun has long since set and the moon is high in the sky by the time your conversation lulls. At this point, you’re both up and moving about the kitchen. You’re putting away the left-over soup and biscuits while Steve cleans the dishes in the sink.

“Your wound seems to be doing a lot better already,” Steve observes. “I haven’t seen you wince at all tonight.”

You instinctively place a hand to the front of your torso, just over the simple square bandage that lies beneath. The pain was completely gone at this point; that you’d honestly forgotten about it. “I have pain medication that helps,” you quickly come up with an excuse.

“Do you want help checking it?” he offers.

You shake your head, “No, that’s okay. You helped with the worst of it already.”

Steve nods, drying off his hands and setting the towel on its rack by the sink. He exits the kitchen and heads down the hall for the bedroom. You hear him turn on the light with a click. You’re in the middle of cleaning crumbs off the table when you hear him call out to you. “Hey, is this your suitcase?”

Your entire body freezes and your heart jolts. “Shit,” you mutter under your breath, realizing that you left it out from this morning. “Uh… yes,” you respond, straightening up and heading down the hall to stand in the doorway of his room. You try to come up with an excuse quickly, heart pounding in your chest. “Sorry, I know it’s kind of presumptuous. I’m only supposed to be in town until the end of the week. I’ve been staying at a hotel nearby. I was going to wait for you to get back, to make sure it was okay if I stayed here with you, but you had already offered and if I didn’t check out by the afternoon, then I would have had to pay for another night.” You’re rambling at this point. “If you don’t feel comfortable with that, then I can-”

“Oh, no!” Steve jumps in, cutting you off. “I’m not going to kick you out,” he assures you. “As I said, you can stay as long as you need.” His lips turn up into a hint of a smirk. “Besides, I’m starting to get used to your company.”

You release a breath of relief, your pounding heart starting to slow. You give him a shaky smile. “Thanks, Steve.”

“And at least you won’t have to fit yourself into Bucky’s pajamas for a second night in a row,” he jokes, stepping over to his closet as he loosens and removes his tie.

You scoff out a quiet laugh, moving back to finish cleaning the kitchen. You mentally scold yourself for being so lax. No more slip-ups. You can’t let Steve find out the truth about you. You can’t afford to compromise the mission.

Part 4

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Kid Of The Future (Chapter 5)

Mini-Series

Summary: After time traveling from the apocalypse in 2019, a surprise waits for Diego and Y/N as they arrive at Dallas, Texas circa 1960.

Pairing: Hargreeves x sibling!reader, Diego Hargreeves x reader

Word Count: 2.7k words

Warning: mention of violence, mention of sex, swearing

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'This is an easy fix, do I even need to spell it out?' Five blurted, getting frustrated about the plan of getting back to 2019.

'Yes, Five. I need you to spell out exactly what you mean because if so, that is so messed up.' I yelled at my kid brother. I knew what Five was implying when he said "it was an easy fix." I would never get rid of Bel and if Five tried anything, I would fight him.

Luther sighed, 'Guys can we please not fight about this again?'

'No. It's always Five bringing up bullshit that no one agrees on and he expects everyone to listen to him.'

'That kid doesn't even belong in our timeline. We cannot bring her to 2019. We barely escaped that apocalypse, I'm not going through that shit again Y/N.'

'So you think I'm going to trade off my baby to the psychopath? You must really be crazy Five.'

Allison jumped in, 'I agree with Y/N. You out of everyone knows what The Handler is capable of. Do you really want to hand off an innocent kid to her?'

'Do you know why she wants her? For her to be so desperate to hand us a briefcase? The kid can be some assassin from the future that The Handler wants.'

'More reason for me to keep Bel.' I crossed my arms, 'Maybe she became an assassin because you decided to hand her to The Handler and she's seeking revenge.'

Klaus nodded, 'Y/N makes a great argument Five. I'm sorry but I don't think it's a good idea to give sweet Bel away.'

Groaning loudly, Five balled his fists. 'You imbeciles are so.... ugh.'

'So if The Handler wanted Deloris in exchange for the briefcase, you're saying it's okay?' I raised my eyebrows, watching my brother's response.

Luther laughed but immediately stopped as Five glared at him. 'So how do we plan to go back to 2019?'

Allison licked her lips, holding in her laugh as she made eye contact with me. Honestly, I didn't think convincing Five would be so easy. I should've thought Deloris was the key to breaking him.

'You take me with you to the Commission. Simple as that.'

'Woah, woah.' Diego jumped in, 'Just the two of you? Are you crazy?'

'No, I'm not.' I turned back to Five, 'So what do you think?'

Vanya cocked her head, 'Is this really safe? Shouldn't we all go together and help each other?'

'Ah, no offense Vanya but taking you would be a terrible idea considering the fact that you ended the world in 2019.' Luther flashed an awkward smile.

Five, Allison and Diego groaned in sync, Klaus hitting Luther on his forearm. 'You dummy! Why would you bring that up?'

'Guys, it's fine.' Vanya smiled, 'Let's just figure out a safe and effective way to go back without turning Bel away.'

I smirked, clapping my hands cheerfully. 'Don't worry, I have a plan. Five will love this.'

He rolled his eyes, 'Ugh. Can't wait to hear it.'

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Diego walked in the room after putting Bel to sleep in her room, sighing as he sat on the bed next to where I was laying down. 'Are you up?'

Turning around to face him, I nodded. 'Yeah.'

'Ah.' Diego scooted a little bit closer to me, biting his lips as he figured out what words to say next. 'Uhm, I'm sorry about yesterday.'

'What do you mean?'

'The things I said before you left to the alley.'

My eyes immediately shifted away from him, embarrassed about what I told him while I was intoxicated. I wish that I could take whatever I said back to him, I hated the awkward tension between us.

'Don't know what you're talking about but don't worry about it.' Pretending that I was too drunk to remember, I tried to brush everything off.

'It's not okay because I was lying, Y/N.' Diego looked down, started to fiddle with the bed sheets. 'I care about you, a lot. I was too scared to talk to you because I didn't know how you felt. I honestly thought it was just a casual thing between us, or at least I thought that's how you felt about me.'

That was a surprising thing to hear, thinking that the response I got from him yesterday at the salon was the truth. I didn't think that Diego would think of me as more than a friend, despite the things we did.

I've always assumed everything we've done was just casual, I tried so hard to suppress my feelings I had for him.

'I thought that you thought the same thing. I'm sorry I brought it up out of nowhere last night. It had been a while since I had alcohol.'

'No, no.' He softly grabbed my forearm, it was a comfort touch that I loved from him. 'I'm kind of glad you did. If you hadn't, I don't think I'd had the guts to tell you all of this right now.'

Smiling at him as he rubbed on my arm, I sat up next to him. 'Well, thank you for telling me.'

Diego nodded, softly smiling at me and enjoying my touch. 'Please be careful tomorrow when you go out with Five. I don't even know who this woman is but she sounds dangerous.'

'I'll be fine, I promise.'

He nodded, 'Uhm, you still don't want me to come with you guys?'

'Five and I will be just fine on our own. Don't worry. Besides, the less of us we have will be better. We're trying not to draw attention to ourselves.'

Diego seemed unconvinced, he always worried about things he didn't know what to expect. Especially with this mystery lady that Diego knows nothing about, I knew he was scared.

'Stop, don't think about it.' I scooted towards him, rubbing my hand on his forearm as I tried to calm him down.

He looked me in my eyes and slowly came closer, leaning into me as he cupped my cheek with his hand. I leaned closer, our lips touching as I gently started to kiss him.

'Daaaaad, the aliens are coming after me!' Bel's scream echoed through the entire apartment, I wouldn't be surprised if our neighbors heard her.

'Mood killer.' Diego sighed as he pulled away. As I giggled, he rolled his eyes. 'I bet you're happy she started calling for me instead of you. She needs to start calling for her mama.'

'Very happy.' I grinned, 'I've been waiting for this day where I don't have to get out the bed after her screams.'

Diego got up lazily, 'Someday when I get old, I'm gonna keep calling her name every ten minutes for her to come get me too.'

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Crouching down as soon as Five helped me get to The Commission, he looked around nervously. I knew that he was some sort of legend around here, helped them assassin many people in the past to fix the timeline and what-not.

'The Handler's gone in the 50s but she could be back anytime. I'll leave to go get the suitcase while you switch up to The Handler and you try to distract them from me. Please for the love of Deloris, don't leave her office. We can't be caught.'

'Speaking of.' I pulled up a mask, handing it to my brother as I smiled. 'Your famous self can cover up with this.'

It was a mask that fairly looked like the ones ChaCha and Hazel wore, except it was a bunny and I honestly thought it would look good on him.

'The fuck do I look like wearing that?' Five looked disgusted. 'I'm not wearing that thing.'

'Yes, you are. If they find you, this is over. We are never going back home.'

Five decided to ignore me and change the subject. 'Why don't you turn into The Handler first and maybe I'll wear that mask.'

'Ew, she reeked of strong perfume and I'd rather just wait. Besides, I asked you first.'

'Okay, I asked you next.'

'Five, please don't play with me.'

He squinted his eyes, 'You wanna be childish, I'll act like you so you know how annoying it is.'

'I swear Fi-'

The sound of the door nob startled us both, not expecting anyone to come into her office especially without knocking. That queued me to morph into The Handler quickly, rehearsing how she sounded like in my head so I wouldn't be caught by these people.

'Oh, mom. So glad you're back from the trip.' A girl, probably the same age as us Hargreeves, ran up to hug me. She pulled away and looked over next to me. 'Who's this midget?'

I looked over and saw Five wearing the mask I got him. I smiled at myself softly, happy that Five decided to wear it. I knew he didn't have a choice but the fact that he took the mask over running away into thin air made me feel like I did something right.

'Ah- my new recruit. Trying to find him the perfect partner for this new mission I have lined up.'

The girl stared at him, 'Nice to meet you.'

Five just stood still, possibly staring back at her too. I figured he didn't speak because she would've figured out who he was as soon as she heard his voice, so I didn't force anything on him.

'Ah, not much of a talker. Such a professional assassin move.' She grinned and looked back at me. 'Speaking of assassins, why don't you take me to the mission with him. I can be his partner.

'Uhm, no. You can't go.'

The girl groaned, 'Why? I'm old enough you know? You trained me since I was a child for stuff like this and you're not even letting me use my talent. Instead it's always "Lila do this stupid thing" and honestly I'm so bored now.'

'You know I just care about you, right Lila?' I'm so glad she said her name because I was panicking not knowing what else to say. 'You're too important to me and I just can't risk that.'

'Whatever, mom. I asked to go to the Hargreeves mission with you and you didn't let me go so I know that's bull.'

In my mind I was screaming, I wanted this girl to leave so we can get the briefcase and get out of here. 'Five isn't a priority right now and frankly, he's a harmless boy. It was a quick job and I didn't need another person with me.'

'Not Five, Belinda Hargreeves. You told me you'd take me with you and you just left me, knowing I was asleep. Why would you do that, I was so excited to take her down.'

She must be talking about the night The Handler visited me, I thought to myself. The stories were slowly lining up. 'Well, she's just a baby. I figured I didn't have to wake you up and I'd just take care of her myself.'

'Just a baby? Mom, you wouldn't shut up about her being this next big thing The Commission needed and now she's just a baby to you?'

'I think you'll best fit that position anyway. Maybe it's time for us to move on from that.'

Lila chuckled, 'You're kidding me right? This kid has like one of the best powers I've seen. Even the Hargreeves siblings don't have that much talent. You really want to turn that down now?'

It was hard to contain my confused and my urge to beat this girl up. It annoyed me that Lila was talking about my daughter as if she was some experiment, and now she's talking about her having some powers. The frustration didn't help either when I had to stay in character.

'Are you sure that's Belinda Hargreeves we're talking about? That harmless looking baby? Surely we're talking about some other kid.'

'Mom, you clearly need sleep or you're doing drugs or something because you really don't sound right. We need her here, that was your saying. Literally, last night you told me that and now you're changing your mind?'

'There's just things in mind I need to consider before I take that route.'

Lila laughed, 'Okay mom. Whatever it is, I hope you make the right decision for us.'

'Yeah sure.'

She shook her head as she slowly walked to the door. 'You are acting a little weird so I'll leave you to it mom. Take a nap, rethink it. I'm sure you'll change you mind again.'

'I can't believe this.' I heard shuffling from behind as the door shut behind Lila. 'All that girl said was true, the powers and everything.'

Quickly rushing next to Five with doubt still on my mind, I snatched the file from his hand.

Everything about her was there; Her name, her birthdate and birthplace. All the information I knew nothing about was here in my face.

'October 1st, 1989...' I mumbled as I continued to read the rest of her file. 'Sh-she has powers. I-I don't understand.'

'So technically Bel's our sister.' Five blurted, 'How did she get to the 60s with us?'

None of what Five was saying was sinking into my brain. The reason why The Handler was hunting me and my family down made sense, how Bel was probably going to end up being their next soldier that does their dirty work.

Five looked over at me, realizing that I was having a hard time processing everything. 'Y/N, don't worry. We will figure this out, okay? We won't abandon her, I promise.'

'But she's one of us. She somehow ended up in our hands and now-' I was trying to put all the information in my head and tried to make sense out of this.'

'Y/N, Y/N. Breathe, it's okay. The Handler doesn't know that we know, we're one step ahead of her. It's perfect.' Five nodded his head. 'We have the upper hand and we can get rid of her before she tried to her Belinda.'

It was nice to see this side of Five, especially when I was freaking out about this huge news. Even thought it was a bit weird. I turned to Five, 'Why are you being nice to me?'

'Honestly, it's hard given the fact that you look like that.' He chuckled lightly, looking me up and down in my "The Handler costume." 'You seemed to grow fond of her and knowing The Handler, I don't know what she's going to do to her. I've worked with her my whole life and I didn't even know she had a daughter.'

I raised my brows, 'Wow. How brotherly of you.'

'You know, I try but you all are annoying and stupid for me to care sometimes.'

'And there's the brother that we all know and love.'

He rolled his eyes, 'Bel is going to outsmart all of you guys. Not to mention she has ecokinesis.'

'Sounds like you're obsessed with this child now.' I smiled, 'I love that you love her.'

'Whatever helps you sleep at night, Y/N.'

I looked at Five and smiled, it was unbelievable to almost impossible that our beloved brother had sympathy for how I was handling this news. 'Thanks Five, really. Don't know what I'll do if I lost her.'

'You won't, you got us now to have your back.'

'Are you really Five or are you a shapeshifter too?'

'Just trying to be nice, for once.' Five's smile went away as he became serious. 'But if you tell anyone about this, I'll figure out a way to send you to a different dimension.'

I laughed lightly, nudging my brother as he got to leave. 'I try to keep the secret to myself.'

Despite Five's thoughtfulness and caring words, I was scared. Even with my family by my side, the reality was that Bel didn't belong here either. Not only was Belinda warped from 1989 for some odd reason but The Handler really wanted to get her, as if she had something planned for her.

Nothing was making sense, starting from the reason why she was out of her timeline but none of that mattered. The only thing that mattered was keeping my child safe from that freak.

No matter what it takes, I was determined to protect my daughter. Nothing was going to stop me.

#tua series #the umbrella academy fic #tua fics #diego hargreeves fics #diego hargreeves x reader

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Farewells

Oneshot Masterlist Anakin Skywalker x Reader x Padme Amidala Warnings: Implied Smut. Word Count: 733

The sun only just peeked over incredibly tall buildings in Coruscant. You shifted in your bed, the sheet wrapped around your waist. You blinked your eyes open, then quickly shut them, deciding that no was not the time to wake up. You were alone in bed like you were most mornings. You shifted again so that your arm was over your eyes, covering them from the harsh daylight.

"Do you ever get up?" a soft voice asked from the doorway. You covered your head with a pillow in response.

"I don't want to," you mumbled, the voice laughed. "It's my day off."

"No, it's not," she said, you grimaced into the mattress. "We have an important dinner later tonight that I want you to attend and lunch with Ani."

"I just want to sleep," you groaned as she pulled the duvet back from your body. "Noooo! It's bloody freezing," you exclaimed as you jolted upright in bed, grabbing at the covers. Finally, you looked her in her face, she was the same beauty you saw when you closed your eyes and the same one you longed you when you were without her.

Padme rested a hand against your cheek, pulling you in for a short kiss, one you used to your advantage. Pulling her into your lap, your hand resting on her hips and she cupped both your cheeks, returning the kiss with as much passion as you. Then as if on cue a knock sounded from the other side of the door.

"Senator Amidala?" came 3-PO's voice, "Senator Organa is here to speak to you, he wants to discuss tonight's dinner." You threw your head back in frustration as Padme climbed off you, adjusting her robes as she walked to the door. She turned back to you when she reached it, hand in the nob.

"Lunch with Ani," she said, more like a command than a reminder, "be ready at 12." You groaned flopping back in bed and pulling the duvet over your head.

"I just wanna sleep," you muttered to yourself quietly.

It was two hours before Padme returned, you had spent most of the time trying to get out of bed. Unsuccessfully. You had finally managed to summon the strength to get up and shower when Anakin walked in.

"Hey," he greeted with a grin, "where's Padme?"

"Bail wanted to meet with her about the dinner thingy," you answered, adjusting the pillows on the bed, still in your pyjamas. Anakin took one look at the shabbily made bed and didn't hesitate. Before a word could leave your mouth he threw himself in the duvet, messing your work up. As mad as you wanted to be, he looked so cute and incredibly comfy. "I'm going to take a shower, wanna join?" you asked, he grinned again, his time almost hungrily.

"That was fun," You smiled, drying your hair with a towel. Anakin padded across the bathroom to you, white towel wrapped around his waist giving you the perfect view of his torso and the lines that snaked below his hips. With a hand he cupped your cheek, dragging you into a shallow kiss.

"It was," he agreed with a smile that revealed it all. You glanced across the room at the clock.

"Twenty minutes before Padme gets here, we should get dressed before she gets mad that we're not ready," you said, still on a dopamine high.

Lunch went quicker than you wanted it to, the premise that this might be the last time you saw Anakin was more than frightening. Here you stood, next to Padme saying goodbye to your lover. You stood on your tippy-toes as you pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"Love you," you whispered as you stood back down. He smiled again.

"I love you both," he whispered back.

"Bye bye Ani!" you waved, hiding your sadness behind a smile.

"Bye Ani," Padme said, hands clasped at the front. Her tone was sad as she waved to her husband. You draped an arm over her shoulders in support, also finding it hard to see one of the people you loved go off to risk his life for you to live yours.

"He'll be fine," you said, leaning your head against hers. You didn't quite believe what you said yourself, but if you could make Padme feel a little better about it you would feel better yourself.

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glenncoco4 · 3 years

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Second Place

A/N: Got this idea from another story of mine that I have yet to start.

Moms have been friends for a long time and they spend every Christmas and New Years together in the mountains. This year is no different…or so they thought. (Some M)

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After their usual Christmas Eve dinner at the lodge with the moms, Kensi and Deeks head back to their cabin, leaving the matriarchs at the bar. They avoid drunk Bertie and Jules as much as possible. The two together sober is more than enough for anyone but once they get a few drinks in them there’s no telling what will happen.

There’s nothing unusual about this year, they always get dressed up but something’s changed between Kensi and Deeks quite recently. Ever since they got up to the cabin a few days ago things between them have seemed more charged.

As they walk down the hall towards their respective rooms, they share a few glances, similar to those before dinner. Luck for them the moms had already headed to the restaurant and didn’t witness the moment between their kids as they both stepped out of their room dressed to the nines.

Realizing he can’t drag out the night any longer, he sends her one last smile before turning to open the door. “Goodnight, Kens.”

“Goodnight.”

“Oh and, Kens.”

She turns around, wondering and hoping what’s about to leave his lips. Pleading with her eyes that he’ll stop her. “Yeah?”

“You look really beautiful.”

Thank goodness for the low lighting because the blush spreading to her cheeks is not really something she wants him to see right now. “Thanks.”

Their eyes lock, both swirling with so many emotions that neither of them can find the courage to tell the other. Deeks sighs, and goes to open the door one more time, but this time it’s her question that makes him pause.

“Hey, Deeks, you-you uh never told me…why did you and Emily break it off?”

She’s his best friend. Why can’t he tell her? Tell her that he’s been in love with her for so long he didn’t realize it until his ex-girlfriend pointed it out to him a few days ago. “She said she was tired of coming in second place to you and uh…she uh, thinks I’m in love with you.”

At his words, her heart begins to pick up speed, could this be it? “Deeks…”

The softness in her voice is unrecognizable to him. He’s not sure if it’s her fixing to let him down or the one he wants it to be…that of want. “I know, crazy, right?”

“Yeah, crazy.”

“Why did you and Jared break it off?”

“Same reason.”

The tension in his shoulders dissipate at the realization of the opportunity that’s right in front of them. Here and now, but he wouldn’t be himself if he didn’t mess with her a little bit. “He thinks you’re in love with yourself?”

As the smirk curls up on his lips, Kensi’s body continues to get warmer and in her heart she knows this is it. This is the man she loves. The man she’s loved for most of her life whether she knew it or not. “I love you.”

Taking a few steps forward, he closes the distance between them. He slowly leans in and places a kiss to the nape of her neck. Working his way up towards her jaw, her body shivers at his proximity and finally gives in. She turns her head, meeting his lips, her fingers finding their grip on the lapels of his jacket and pulls it off of him. Not stoping for anything, Deeks’ hand slips through the slit in her dress, gripping her thigh and lifting up her leg. “I love you, too.”

She moans as his hardening cock presses against her wet heat. Never did she think today would end like this, but she’s sure as hell glad it did and judging by how his lips are possessively taking claim over every inch of her body, he is too.

As the heat grows between them and their tongues continue to duel, she jumps up, wrapping both legs around his waist. He blindly walks backwards, fumbling for the door nob and opens his door.

His lips continue their assault on her neck, his fingers finding the zipper on her dress before he sits her down. Her lips stay glued to his as her dress slips from her shoulders and onto the floor. Slowly they fall back on the bed in tangled limbs and just they’re about to shed the last of their clothes from each other’s bodies, Deeks pulls back, his eyes latching onto hers. “I’ve waited so long for this. So long that I didn’t even realize I wanted it so much until now.”

She never knew it could be like this. That she could have everything she never knew she wanted. The desperate love that’s so clearly written in his eyes makes her want him that much more. To be with him, every minute of every day. “Show me how much you want it, Marty.”

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Later that night…

It’s midnight before Roberta and Julia finally make their way back to the cabin. Sober enough to think before they step inside, they take off their heels and make their way inside. Tiptoeing as quiet as can be…or so they think, the two women make their way into the living room and are about to turn towards the hall when something in the corner of Roberta’s eye catches her attention.

Turning towards the kitchen, her jaw drops open in shock at the sight of her son and the woman that’s been like a daughter to her dancing in the middle of the kitchen. She reaches out, grabbing ahold of her best friend’s arm. “Look.”

Julia’s breath catches as the two continue to sway back and forth, their eyes locked as if they’re the only two in the world. “Oh, I wish those two would quit fighting it.”

“You and me both.”

The best friends try to fight their smiles as their mothers’ loud whispers cross the room. They’re about as subtle as a gun. Deciding to put the two women out of their misery, Deeks leans forward, pressing his lips to his girlfriend’s.

Kensi smiles against his lips, making him smile in return as they listen to the women’s reactions.

“Oh, my gosh.”

“We’re gonna be in laws!”

“Good thing we already started planning the wedding.”

“Jules, that binder’s gotta be 20 years old by now.”

“So, it’ll give us a template.”

They pull back when air becomes scarce, Kensi’s head finding his chest as they continue to sway. “You know we can hear you, right?”

The two matriarchs gasp before clumsily walking down the hall towards their rooms all the while giggling like a bunch of school girls.

Kensi can’t help but smile. She and Deeks may be ridiculous but it’s only because they had those two to look up too. “Think they’ll be disappointed tomorrow?”

“Maybe hurt but not disappointed.”

There’s a beat of silence until her eyes go wide in realization. “Oh my god.”

His brow furrows as she pulls back from their embrace, wide eyed. “What?”

“Remember a few years when they had to suddenly leave early because they “forgot” about their friend’s big New Years Eve party the next day?”

“Yeah, and they left us up here, stranded without any vehicles.”

“And last year when they decided to take a cruise for Christmas without telling us until we got up here.”

“Oh my god.”

“Food poisoning.”

“Mmm. That was a cozy year.” He smiles thinking back to when they had to share a room the whole week because their moms both mysteriously came down with food poisoning the night they arrived.

“So you’re telling me we shared a bed for a whole week and you knew you felt something and I knew I felt something but neither of us tried anything?”

“Well, you were seeing some other guy and I didn’t want to mess with what we had.”

Her brow furrows in confusion as she thinks back and then it dawns on her. “I wasn’t seeing anyone.”

“But, you said…“

“I said Spencer and I went out a couple of times.”

He nods, remembering how heartbroken he felt when she told him the information during one of their weekly Friday movie nights.

“Spencer’s a girl.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“How did we not know how each other felt?”

She shrugs, not really sure how to answer his question. “Maybe we were just so use to the feelings we had for one another since we were young that we thought it was normal for two best friends to feel that way about each other.”

He wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her flush against his. “You know, you’re right.”

“I’m sorry, what was that?”

“You’re right.”

“I think I deserve an award then.”

“Look at that! Right again!” Before she can say anything else, he picks her up and throws her over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry, earning him a trail of laughter and a pinch on the ass as he walks towards what is now their room.

Merry Christmas indeed.

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A/N: Part 2 Coming Soon.

#Densi #AU #Kensi Blye #Marty Deeks #Roberta Deeks #Julia Blye #NCIS: LA #Densi Fanfic

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wr1ter-reader-dreamer · 4 years

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The Worst Surprise (Pt. 3)

Joker x Reader

Masterlist

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 4

Their faces haunted every moment of my life, looming over me and stealing away my sleep. During the day every fiber of my being longed for J. At night, the memory of his betrayal plagued me with nightmares. No matter what I did, I couldn’t get any respite from the torture.

Since becoming his, I hadn’t spent a single day away from J. We both got antsy when we didn’t see each other, so J made sure that he never had to be away for a full twenty four hours. No matter what, he would always come home to me. However, now I had spent a full two weeks away, and my body was not having it. When I laid down for bed, I couldn’t get comfortable. I found myself craving the feeling of his strong arms around me and the relaxing smell of his scent. On the rare occasion that I did manage to fall asleep, Harley’s ridiculously perfect face crept into my mind. The exact details of the nightmares were different, but the endings were always the same. They ended with J harshly rejecting me, choosing to be with her instead, and me jolting awake, tears in my eyes.

Despite how much I hated the nightmares, the time I spent awake was worse. I missed J with every piece of my heart, and I hated it. The asshole had cheated on me, but I still loved him and wanted to be with him. In an attempt to get away from the pain and self hate, I got a job, anything to get me out of the small apartment I was renting. The job was at Barnes & Noble, a place that would have normally brought me comfort, but now did nothing to numb the pain. Still, it gave me something to do and money to live off of. I still had plenty from my Jeep stash, but I knew it wouldn’t last forever. Nothing ever did, apparently not even love.

This morning my alarm woke me up from another nightmare. My head was pounding and my cheeks were stained with tears, but by now I was used to it. Sighing, I rolled over and turned off my alarm. My body protested when I tried to sit up, still exhausted from my fitful sleep. With a large yawn, I reluctantly pulled myself out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom. The tile floor was cold against my bare feet, causing me to shiver. Blindly reaching into the shower, I turned the nob all the way to the left, making the water as hot as it could be. While I was waiting for the water to warm up, I scrutinized my appearance in the mirror.

I had changed since I left J, and I didn’t like it. My once bright blue eyes had lost some of their color, and now appeared dull. My long blonde hair fell around me in a tangled mess caused by tossing and turning all night long. I had lost weight because I had a hard time forcing myself to eat. Up until this moment, I had forgotten how self destructive I tended to be. It had been a long time since I didn’t have J making sure that I was taking care of myself.

Absentmindedly wondering how I had survived before him, I bent down to pull a towel out from under the sink. After placing it on a hook next to the shower, I stripped off my clothes and checked the temperature of the water. The water burned my hand, but I didn’t care because that was how I liked it. Stepping into the shower, I positioned myself under the stream of water. I allowed my muscles to relax as the water ran over them.

I stayed in the shower until the water got cold, then stepped out and wrapped the towel around me. Walking out of the bathroom, I headed for my closet. Shifting through my meager amount of clothes, I pulled out one of my work shirts and a pair of dark skinny jeans. Humming softly to myself, I set the clothes on my bed and stepped over to my dresser. I pulled out a black lacy bra and a matching pair of panties. After drying myself off, I slipped my clothes on.

Once I was dressed, I made my way back into the bathroom where I started to apply my makeup. I applied only a light layer of foundation and mascara, wanting to keep it mostly natural as not to draw attention to myself. I then brushed through my hair, which took at least ten minutes. Making a mental note to braid it before I tried to go to sleep tonight, I began pinning my hair up as well as I could. When I had got it to lay as flat as possible, I turned to the wig sitting on the edge of the counter. Sighing, I picked it up and slipped it over my hair. The wig was short and black, the opposite of my natural hair. I had needed to change it, knowing that J would easily recognize me if he ever got close enough, but I hadn’t been able to make myself dye and cut it. So I bought a wig instead and forced myself to go through the long process of securing it every morning.

It was interesting to see how changing something as simple as a person’s hair changed their entire appearance. When I was done securing the wig in place, I was unrecognizable. Nobody who had known me before would be able to tell that it was me if they saw me. I was no longer Azrael. Now I was Evangeline Montgomery, a young woman who moved here looking for an escape from her overbearing family.

When I was done getting ready, I checked my phone for the time. I found that I had just enough time to eat breakfast before I had to leave. Walking to the kitchen, I made a bowl of cereal and sat down on a bar stool at the counter to eat it. The cereal was bland, but I forced myself to finish it, knowing that I needed to eat something. As soon as I was done, I rinsed out my bowl and placed it in the sink. Grabbing my purse and making sure to lock the door on my way out, I left my apartment.

Barnes & Noble was only about a twenty minute walk from my apartment. On the way there, I let the noise of the bustling city distract me from my thoughts. Although I didn’t really like large crowds, I had chosen a big city because they were easier to disappear in. If I had chosen a small town in the middle of nowhere like I would’ve preferred, it would have been easier for J to find me. Plus people tended to like to meddle in each other’s business in small towns which was something I didn’t need.

Arriving at work, I found Kara, one of my coworkers and my only friend in this city, opening up the store.

“Hey Kara,” I said, causing the girl to jump and drop the keys. I laughed lightly as she turned around and stuck her tongue out at me.

“Thanks for the scare, Eva, I’ll remember that the next time you’re wondering around the shelves,” she said, smiling at me and bending down to pick up the keys. She then preceded to unlock the doors and make her way inside.

Kara was the only bright spot in my days. She was a kind but sarcastic girl, and the only one of my coworkers who bothered to try to get to know me. We had become friends after our first conversation, bonding over our mutual love of Eddie Redmayne. She was the only person, besides my boss of course, who I had given my number to, and I was honestly grateful to have met her.

“So, did you get anymore sleep last night?” she asked, beginning to prep the store for customers.

I slid my hands into my pockets as I followed her, “No, I had another nightmare.”

She looked up at me and frowned, “Honey, that’s every night this week.”

I just shrugged. Kara had managed to pull some of the truth about my situation out of me when we were at lunch one day. I had reluctantly spilled that I missed an ex boyfriend who cheated on me and that it was causing me to loose sleep. Since then, she had fretted over me like a concerned mom.

“I know what you need,” she said suddenly, looking up from the cash register that she had been in the process of turning on.

I raised an eyebrow, “And what’s that?”

“You need a night out at the club with me and some of my friends,’ she grinned, wiggling her eyebrows at me.

I immediately shook my head, “No, Kara, I don’t have the energy to go out.”

Kara just rolled her eyes, “Mark my words, Evangeline, I will convince you to come, and you will enjoy yourself.”

Smiling at my friend, I shook my head again and made my way to the back of the store. After placing my purse in the break room, I began pulling new books out of their boxes and putting them on the shelves. Before too long, I had lost myself in the mindless labor of stocking shelves.

I spent the rest of the day organizing books and helping customers. Every time Kara and would pass by me, she would add another reason to why I should go out with her tonight. After about an hour of hearing her plead and bargain, I decided that I would go. It would be nice to get to dance again, and I didn’t really have a reason not to go. It’s not like I had anything waiting for me at the apartment.

Even though I had decided to go, I didn’t tell Kara. It was funny to watch her get frustrated with me and walk off muttering to herself, so I continued to make her think that I wouldn’t go. Sometimes I was a little cruel, but I knew that she wouldn’t hold it against me. At the end of both of our shifts, I found her in the break room.

I grabbed my purse and turned to my friend, smiling at her, “Ok, Kara, I’ll go with you tonight.”

She immediately turned to face me, squealing and grabbing my hands, “Yay! We’re gonna have so much fun!”

Kara dragged me back to her apartment, saying that we could hang out there before it was time to go to the club. We spent the rest of the day relaxing and watching movies that we both loved. For the first time in weeks, I laughed so hard that my sides hurt. It felt good to just hang out and have a girls’ day, something that I hadn’t had in over a year.

At about nine, Kara decided that it was time to get ready. She dragged me to her room, pushing me towards her bed as she went to her closet. I watched as she flitted through her clothes, trying to find something she deemed worthy for me to wear.

“Here, this is perfect,” she finally said, shoving some clothes in my arms and pushing me towards her bathroom.

After stripping out of my work clothes, I slipped the outfit on and looked in the mirror. I smiled at what I saw, immediately deciding that I loved what I was wearing. The outfit consisted of a pair of high waisted shorts and a shirt. The shorts were a glittery gold with silver zippers on the pockets. They fit me perfectly, showing off my legs nicely. Kara had paired the shorts with a simple black, long-sleeved crop top. Looking in the mirror, I had to admit that I looked good.

When I emerged from the bathroom, I found that Kara had slipped into a sexy red dress that looked amazing on her. She grinned when she saw me, holding out a pair of black thigh high heels for me to put on. I clumsily put them on as she slipped into a pair of black stilettos. Taking a look at myself in her full body mirror, I decided that my makeup needed to be more dramatic.

Kara instantly agreed when I suggested it, leading me into her bathroom where she kept her makeup. She handed me some gold eyeshadow and black eyeliner, saying, “The more dramatic, the better.”

As I applied my makeup and she curled her hair, we continued to talk and laugh. I found that it was super easy to be around Kara, and I was starting to believe that I could make it without J. He wasn’t the only person in the world who could lift my spirits.

We were about to walk out the door, both all dressed up and ready to go, when Kara stopped me. She told me to wait at the front door as she scurried back to her room to get something. Shaking my head at her forgetfulness, I grabbed my purse off her couch and went to stand by the front door. She was grinning when she came back, hiding something behind her back.

“This is for you, to complete your outfit,” she said, bringing her hand to the front and revealing a beautiful gold necklace.

I smiled at her gratefully, taking it and fastening it around my neck. With that we were finally ready to leave, and we made our way downstairs and out of her building. Once on the street, Kara hailed a cab.

“So what’s the plan?” I asked as one pulled up in front of us.

“We’re going to meet a few of my friends at The King,” she answered, opening the door and sliding into the cab.

My mind immediately went to J, my King. I thought about how this outfit would have made him purr, and God I loved it when he purred. This is the kind of outfit that would’ve made him keep me close to his side, not wanting anyone to have the chance to get too handsy. It was definitely the kind of outfit that he wouldn’t let me leave the house alone in.

It didn’t take long to get to the club. The building was packed, a long line spilling out of the large black doors and around the corner. As Kara paid the cabbie, I took a chance to look up at the club. It wasn’t as nice as J’s, but it was definitely a nice place. ‘The King’ was lit up in large glittery-gold letters above the doors. The building looked new, and I had a feeling that the interior would be quite modern.

I followed Kara to the door when she was done with the cabbie. The bouncer seemed to recognize her and immediately let us both in, much to the chagrin of the couple at the front of the line. Making a mental note to ask her about it later, I followed her through the club. The music was pounding, the bass pounding through me and helping me to relax. I was right about the interior being modern, but I was surprised to see how simplistic it was. With a name like ‘The King’, I had expected it to be overly lavish.

Kara and I pushed our way through the crowd, making our way to the back of the club. We made it to a wall lined with leather booths and high topped tables. Kara stopped for a moment, seeming to be looking for someone, before heading towards a booth in the corner of the room. Sitting at the booth were two men and a woman.

“Kara!” the woman squealed above the music, standing up and pulling my friend into a hug.

“Amara,” Kara said when she pulled away, “I’d like you to meet Eva.”

I smiled at the stunning platinum blonde, giving her a small wave.

Amara smiled at me, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Eva. I’m Amara and this is my boyfriend, Nico.”

She slid back into the booth, wrapping her arm around the man who had been sitting next to her. Her boyfriend, Nico, nodded at me, and I gave him a small wave. Nico was a massive block of pure muscle, dwarfing the petite woman who was nuzzled up against him. Despite his huge size, he was handsome with his black hair and brown eyes.

“Hey Kara, aren’t you gonna introduce your friend to me?” a voice called, instantly pulling my attention towards the man sitting next to Nico. He smirked and winked at me, causing a light blush to bloom across my cheeks.

Kara rolled her eyes, “Eva, this is Amara’s obnoxious brother, James.”

James grinned at me, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Eva.”

I gave him a small smile, “It’s nice to meet you too. It’s nice to meet all of you.”

Seeing that we all seemed to be getting along, Kara smiled and slid into the booth next to Amara. This left me to slide in next to James, who seemed all to happy to have me next to him. We all talked for a while, laughing and getting along like we had known each other for years. I found myself enjoying all of their company, so when James asked me to dance, I agreed.

Standing up from the booth, I allowed James to take my hand and lead me to the dance floor. It was extremely crowded, but we managed to find enough space on the edge for the two of us. My back pressed up against James’ front, I began to move my hips to the music. It took only moments for me to completely loose myself in the heavy bass. Forgetting all of my troubles, I felt a sense of euphoria wash over me as I swayed and grinded against James to the beat. Here, dancing at the club, it was easy to forget what had happened just a few weeks ago.

After hours of alternating dancing with James and dancing with the girls, I decided that it was time for me to go home. Saying my goodbyes, I gave Kara a hug and promised Amara that we would hang out again. As I left the club, I noticed that the line outside had disappeared, everyone either getting inside or moving on to another club. It was easy enough to hail a cab, and I gratefully slid into the seat. I gave the driver my address and closed my eyes as he pulled out onto the street.

It took about twenty minutes to get from The King back to my apartment. I had to fight to stay awake as we bumped along the road, my body absolutely exhausted. Grinning, I realized that tonight I would finally be able sleep without nightmares.

The cab pulled to a stop outside my apartment building, and I slowly got out. I paid the driver, then blindly made my way upstairs. Yawning as I approached my door, I dug around in my purse for my keys. I finally found them and pulled them out, slipping them into the door only to realize that it wasn’t locked. Frowning, my body immediately went on high alert. I never forgot to lock my door and this morning was not the exception.

Pulling my gun out of my purse, I slowly pushed open my door. I cautiously entered my apartment, finding the lights already on. After finding nothing out of place in the living room and kitchen, I made my way down the short hallway to my bedroom. I kept the gun raised in front of me as I slowly walked to my room, listening carefully to see if I could hear anyone.

When I reached my bedroom door, I found that it was only partially open. I slowly pushed it open the rest of the way, but paused before entering. Taking a deep breath and steeling myself against whatever I might find, I swung into the doorway. Aiming my gun straight at the figure sitting on my bed, I almost screamed.

The figure on my bed grinned, “Azrael, so nice of you to finally come home.”

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r-sunaslut · 3 years

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Warning: Includes 18+ content

~Chapter 2~

Oikawa then looked back down at your lips again and connected his lips with your soft ones. I pulled away and looked at him. “You want to do it here right now?”. He looked at me and said “yeah why not?”. I replied “but what if everyone hears us”. He smirked and said “well then let them hear us princess”. Oikawa then attached his lips back onto mine and pushed me gently down on the bed so that my back was against it. He then licked my lips asking if he could enter. I wanted to tease him so I closed my mouth until he grabbed onto my left breast that was cover over from the dress and squeezed it. I let out a moan and opened my mouth which lead to oikawa slipping his tongue in. You guys were full on making out at this point. He then unattached his lips and started to move to my neck. He licked my neck and started to suck on it leaving bruises. I moaned when he started to suck on a certain spot on my neck. “I found you your spot princess”. Once oikawa left spots on your neck his hands started to move down to ur curves that your dress was covering. He then was getting impatient. “Take it off princess”. I got up and slowly took of the strapless red dress. Once the dress and underwear was off my whole body was all being exposed in front of him. He smirked and gently pushed me back on the bed. “Wow princess you looks so beautiful”. I blushed at his words. He then slides his hand on the side of your naked body. He attached his lips back onto yours. While you guys were kissing one of his hands slowly started to make there way down to your heat. You gasped at the touch that was now going to reach down there. “Now let be quiet I don’t think you want the other to hear. now do you princess?”. I closed my mouth so that no noises wouldn’t come out but once his 2 fingers started to slide into my heat I let out a loud moan at the feeling of his 2 fingers sliding in and out. “You like that huh princess”. I nodded implying it was a yes. I then try to let out some words but couldn’t fully say it “g-go fa-ster p-please”. He replied back with “huh? Couldn’t hear you princess. You need to speak louder.” He was now testing my patients with his teasing. “PLEASE OIKAWA GO FASTER PLEASEEE”. He smirked. “As you wish my princess”. His fingers then started to go faster into my heat. I let out loud moans not caring that anyone could hear at this point. Oikawa’s other hand went to reach my breast and squeeze it giving me more pleasure. I then felt a know in my stomach. “O-oikawa i-im go-ing to c-cum”. He started to move his fingers faster. “Not yet princess you need to beg if you want to cum”. You really wanted to come so badly since his fingers were going faster into your heat and you couldn’t hold it any longer. “PLEASEEE D-DADDY LET ME COME!!”. Oikawa was shocked by the name you gave him. He said “alright princess go ahead come on my fingers and also for now on address me as your daddy”. I came on his fingers and he took his fingers out and put his fingers in his mouth to taste you. “Wow you taste so good princess”. He slide his fingers that he licked and placed it in my mouth so I can taste myself. Once he placed his fingers in my mouth for me to taste he took them out. I asked “ daddy why are you still in your clothes”. Oikawa replied back with “ I was going to wait until you took them off for me”. I sit up from the bed and started to take off his shirt.

I threw his shirt to the side of the bed then went down to his pants. I saw his little friend getting impatient and you decided to pull his pants and boxers down at the same time. I took them off and threw them across the room. I was shocked by how big his cock was. You just wanted to suck on it badly. Oikawa looked at you. “ so are you going suck on my cock or are you just going to stare at it princess?”. I turned oikawa around so that he was against the headboard of the bed. I got down in front of him. I grabbed on his cock and saw his pre-cum dripping. I slowly started to move my hand up and down on his cock. He let out a small groan. Once I was satisfied I slowly put his cock in my mouth. I try to take it all in as much as I can and the part that I couldn’t take in I rapped my hands around it. I feel oikawa grab my hair and plush my head down so that his cock was hitting the back of my throat. Once his cock was fully in my mouth he started to grab my hair and make my head move up and down sucking on his cock. I sucked on his cock making sure I was doing everything right. I see from the corner of my eye his mouth opened wide open letting out moans. “Suck faster on this cock princess”. I sucked faster on his cock. Eventually I started to gag since I couldn’t take it much longer. My eyeliner and mascara was smudged from the tears that were coming out. I kept going until he said “OH SHITTT IM GONN CUM PRINCESS!”. I went faster sucking on his cock. He came in my mouth. “Swallow it all up”. I swallowed it up and stuck out my tongue so he can he see. “Good job princess now come sit on my lap”. I went to sit on his lap. I felt his cock touch my heat while I was on him. “I want you to ride my cock princess”. I blushed hard when he said that. “I’ll help you if you need help” he replied. I get up a little and grab on his cock and slowly punched myself down onto it. “O-OHH FUC-K D-DADDY”. He smiled and said “yes princess take my cock into your pretty little cunt”. Once his cock was fully in me I start to move up and down on his cock slowly. Oikawa grabbed my hips and pushed up and down to go slowly then faster. We were both a moaning mess. “F-UCK DADDYY”. He pushed his cock faster into my heat. I couldn’t move much at this point so I let him take control. His cock kept hitting my g-spot which lead me to moaning his name out louder. He liked the noises that were coming out my mouth, he liked hearing you scream his name. I started to feel a knot in my stomach form. I couldn’t hold it any longer. “Daddy I’m going to c-cum” I said. “Just wait a little longer princess, wait until I’m there”. I couldn’t keep it in any longer. Oikawa kept going faster into my heat which started to burn. Which he was still trying to reach his climax he grab my neck a started to choke me. I could barley breath since he was choking me a little to hard. He said “ready princess”. I nod and slowly we both started come. He came inside me and and took his cock out of me. I got off of him and laid next to him on the bed. “How was it princess”. I smiled back at him. “Amazing Daddy”. He smiled and came closer to me and landed a kiss on my lips. “I’m glad you liked it”. I smiled back at him and looked into his eyes and said “ I love you”. He replied “I love you too. Now shall we go back to the party my princess”. I nob my head as a yes. He got up and started to pick up his clothes and put them on. I got up but ended up falling. Oikawa came up to me and helped me. He went through the closet and took out a hoodie and some sweats for you to wear. He threw them to you and told you to put them on. I put them on and then tried getting back up. My legs were to week so Oikawa ended up helping me. He grabbed my waist and helped me out the door and walk downstairs back to the party. (Scroll down more)

This was the most best Friday night I ever had.

~THE END~

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antigoneidk · 4 years

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Since you guys wanted it here it is:)

Leave|t.h. part2

part 1

Five days. The worst days of your life. Your mental health was bad. Everything was black to you. Your point of view changed.You had mental breakdowns at least 2 times a day and even though your friends tried to cheer you up,they couldn't.

You didn't eat,drink. You were all day in a bed crying at the situation you were into. You couldn't even walk. Well you tried a couple of times but you weren't strong enough.

You wanted him. You needed him.

Memories from your fight came up again to your mind and you couldn't help but cry again. This was exhausting and you were sick of this.

You basically broke up with him. You couldn't stand his attitude the last couple of months. He was never there for you and even if he was, he always distanced himself.

But here you are. Crying over him,regretting your decision and blaming yourself for this.

How could you do that to him? He said he wasn't himself. He needed you and you left him alone. You ran away from it.

"Running away from your problems isn't going to solve them" that was exactly what you said to him. And that's what you were doing right now.

"Y/N are you okay honey?" your friend came to your room sitting next to you.

"Well I woke up five minutes ago and I just started crying"you said wiping your tears away.

"That's better than yesterday. You started to cry 3 minutes after. See in a couple of days it'll be even more" she laughed and gave you a bid hug trying to change your mood. You laughed a little too.

"How about this? You come down eat the pancakes I've mad, which I know you like,and then see an old romantic movie. Huh? The others will be here soon"she suggested and you looked at her with denial. You just wanted to stay alone.

"No it's fine I'll stay here"you said

"No I don't think it is. You haven't left this room for 5 days and the only thing you do is cry. You don't even eat at this point. Yes break ups suck but you have to face the facts and move on. I can't look at you being like this. You don't deserve this"she said and hugged you again. You felt her hands squeeze around your waist as you left the breath you were holding for a little. She wiped your tears and left you there.

She was right. You shouldn't be like this. You have to move on and look for the best in life. Find happiness and joy.

You left the bed you were for this past couple of days. You tried to manage the powers you got and make it to the kitchen.

The smell of the pancakes and the other foods she made came to your nose making your stomach scream. You almost lost balance at some point but you grabbed the door trying not to fall.

"Oh my you need help?"your friend came to you scared.

"No no! I got this"you smiled and made it to one of the chairs near the table.

"What do you want to eat?" Your stomach complained to you after her question,like it was just another human being sitting next to you.

"Well as you heard we want a little bit of everything"the both of you laughed as your friend served you a huge breakfast,just like you needed it.

Your 4 girlfriends were sitting on the sofa watching "Mystic Pizza" one of your favourite romantic comedies. You found similarities in all of these characters. But after all your favourite was Kat.

"Hey Y/N are you okay baby?" one of your friends asked you and placed her hand over your shoulders bringing you close to her.

"I'm trying you know. I'll be fine in a couple of months I'm sure"

"Months? Bro what do you mean? You are going to be like this for months? I am not letting you no no! This is the moment where you are forgetting about this asshole and you move on! Now!" the blonde girl of your group screamed at you making weird faces and movements that made all of you laugh.

"It's just hard you know? I love him with everything I have. But lately he changed. He came home late sometimes drunk. He even pushed me from his anger at some point.

And I wanted to tell him what was going on and try to fix it together as a couple. Is what couples do right? But he never listens.

The night I left him he came to me saying that he was lost and not himself. But it was late. I cried so much that night I won't ever forget it."you said to your friends. Your eyes "sweating".

"Why you guys broke up? I mean I get why but what caused it?"the girl next to you asked getting judgy faces from the others.

"He left me from his friends. No that I have something with them they are family but I wanted to spend the night with him cuddling and all that jazz. You know that our schedules were fucked up and this was the only chance so I lied to them saying that he wasn't with me and suddenly he got mad and left. Am I wrong now?"you questioned yourself again.

This was stupid.

"You were right I think. If you tried to talk and he just didn't listen you have nothing to worry about. He is a dickhead trust me. These boys ain't shit."

"But they love each other though. I know he loves you from a fact and I know you love him too. You are right but if he came to you after saying that he wants another start I suggest you to think about it. You guys are endgame"

"No! He didn't treat her right. If he wanted to he could have seen his mistakes and try to fix them earlier. She said it's late now for her. And if she thinks that way she better get over him now!"

"I can't believe you! You don't want her happiness? She is happy with him. He wants to fix this. He said it. So I think you should give him a second chance. He knows Y/N that he wasn't being the best boyfriend and he regret this. But he didn't want you to see that that's why he was with his friends. He wanted an advice. He wanted help"

"Who do you know? You think you know everything?"

"He called me"

At that point you got up between your 2 friends who were arguing. They wanted you to be happy but their help wasn't useful like this.

"What do you mean he called you? You guys are friends. Okay see Y/N this is ridiculous!"

"Okay guys I appreciate your help but you are not helping. Please I can't have you guys fight over my problems."you said quietly tired from the tension in this room.

"When did he called you?"you repeated the question staring at your best friend.

"Welk he didn't actually call me.After you got to my place and after you fell asleep your phone started ringing and I picked it up and he was him.

You have to believe me when I say that he loves you Y/N. He's just a little lost. He needs your help. Only yours."she grabbed your hands.

"Please giv-"

The sound of the door bell stopped her. She headed towards the door. The person behind it was the one you hoped you wouldn't see these days. You were a mess.

"Tom. Hey" she greeted him and let him step inside.

"Hey girls" he said looking only at you. You immediately looked at your friend next to you avoiding nothing but his eyes.

"What are you doing here? You want something to eat? I've made pancakes If you want"

"No I came here to talk to Y/N only. If we can speak for ten minutes and then I'll leave. Once and for all" you looked at him when he called your name. Your thoughts a chaos.

"Only if she wants to"your friends defended you.

You nobbed your head at them saying that you were going to be quick. After your friends left you alone with him you sat down at the couch looking at your feet without knowing what to say.

He sat next to you. Your heart started to beat faster than usual. This wasn't a good sign.

"I missed you. I missed your face,your touch,your heartbeat,your breath,your smell,your lips,your body next to mine. I missed all of you Y/N.

I know I was an asshole. I admit it. I am for not telling you before. It's just hard for me to express to you this kind of problems. I thought that you might leave me cause of this. But the opposite happened. You left me because I didn't told you. I know.

You have to believe me baby. I want to try again. I love you Y/N. I can't lose you like this. Even though I deserve this. Can I have a second chance?" He grabbed your cold hands into his warm ones. He gave them little kisses making you realize how much you missed him actually.

"You broke my heart Tom. You really did. I was there for you and I told you that you could say everything to me. Nothing was going to change the way I felt about you. You knew it but even then you didn't say anything. How can I be sure that you are going to change that huh? People don't change easily."you confessed your fear to him. Seeing your man like that grew the sadness inside you.

His eyes were red and he had dark circles under. It was the first time looking at him like this. His hands trembling at your words. He was weak.

"My sweet baby. I..I want to help me. I need you in my life. We have been together for years. Let me show you that I can change to a person you deserve to be with. I love you so much"his hands were now on your cheeks shaking.

Damn his touch.

He kissed you gently on your lips sending electricity to your veins. You let out tears from your eyes as you kissed him back

You were a roller coaster now. Fear,love,sadness,happiness. You felt everything.

You wanted to tell him to fuck off. Leave you alone to try explore and find someone better than him. That could treat you right and fight with you.

But you also wanted to give him a chance to prove you wrong. That he was the one you were looking for. The boy you needed and needed you. The boy you fell in love with. The boy that wanted to change for you. The boy you loved and wanted.

You both smiled at your kiss. You hugged him squeezing your hands around him don't wanting to let go. Crying from the pain you got for almost a week.

"I swear I'd die for your love baby."he said looking at you with joy. You smiled through pain and looked down.

How did you do this to him? You shouldn't have left him that night. You had to be with him then and try to get through it. Was it late now?

"Baby look at me! It's not late! Let me make up for the time we lost"he placed his forehead to yours looking deep to your eyes and soul. He knew you well.

"Let's make up for this together"you said and kissed his lips again.

You had made the right decision. You wanted it to be the right decision. You had love for him. His was your everlasting love.

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HERES THE HAPPY ENDING YOU WANTED YOYOYO

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junejalow · 3 years

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“Date Night”

Coolguy1245 requested the a prompt of Thermite/Ash going on a date.

Sorry this took so long to get out, I've honestly been caught up with other things but I'm getting back full swing on requests! Hope you enjoy!

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Thermite whistled to himself as he leisurely walked along the halls of the base, he had just finished up some drills under Thatcher's watch and helped him out with paper work afterwards which surprising didn't draw any form of usual complaint from the older man, he was slightly taken aback by the action despite it speeding up the process. Jordan could get work done when in the right mind set and with the right people or on his own even if he tended to procrastinate when left alone, he eventually got the work done before whatever dead line the reports had since he didn't want Ash, Harry, Thatcher or Montagne's scolding on his ass. He sighed at the thought, pushing it aside as he neared his designation. He had walked from the training grounds, court yard, living area to the showers, stopped to fill out reports with Thatcher, hurried along to the dorm section and now he was here. He fished around in his pocket for the key to his room and with one swift movement he unlocked the door and turned the nob. He noticed the lights were already on and glanced to Ash's work desk, sure enough the attacker was sitting there typing away on her laptop with papers strewed around and folders stacked or opened. Her brow was furrowed with concentration to whatever she was working on. He didn't disturb her until he heard the laptop click shut.

"How was training?" Ash asked as she cleaned up her desk, putting papers into the correct files and placing them in storage. She was a organized frantic when it came to things being put in their place, mainly when it was files. She couldn't stress enough how easy things were to find when they were placed correctly, vs the mess Jordan had on his side of things but she never tried to fix any of it since she valued her sanity and the hard Texan always managed to find exactly what he needed. Ash would never openly say it, but the simple act amazed her. He could pick a needle out of a hay stack with one look.

"Same as usual, Although a accident happened. Nothing to bad. Blitz rushed the biohazard container last second and flash banged Jager, caught him off guard, Poor guy tripped over some ruble from a wall I took down and busted his tail bone. Fuze ain't happy about it, nearly shoved Blitz against a wall over the matter." He replied, watching Ash get ready for the date they agreed to go on this afternoon after all of their work was done.

"See, this is why I told Harry it wasn't a good idea to have anyone romantically involved on opposite sides. That exact situation could have turned into a fight and that's the last thing we need."

"Hey hey, it's alright. There aren't any hard feelings. Monty calmed everyone down and they understood it was just training and accidents happen. Even Thatcher didn't leave until everyone was good. It's fine, really." Jordan told her, leaving the shared room with her after grabbing his car keys.

"Not the point Jordan." She sighed out with a light annoyed tone. "I'm not against anyone here having a relationship, it helps in ways. Like you did with me…. I would be drowning in work and responsibilities if you weren't here to tug me back a few steps." He smiled warmly and grabbed her hand, taking their time walking through the hallways of the base.

"I needed you too Eliza, I got no one outside this team. Everyone here is like family of some sort or another but you…damn woman you are so much more~"

"Starting your flirting already? Did your gadget blast you with too much heat?" Ash teased with a smile, shivering faintly to the chilly England air as they walked out of the dorm section of the base and across open ground to the parking lot. Various car's neatly lined up. Harry didn't mind them leaving and exploring during downtime but expected them to come back within reasonable time incase there was an emergency, which seemed to be a lot lately. Half the base was currently deployed to different countries right now. Thermite himself had just returned not even three days ago from a month long mission helping defuse bombs from several sites and hidden factory's the White Masks were crafting and producing. His hands were still sore but he would never complain about it, not when the entire team had come back without a scratch. Sure exhausted and lack of sleep had taken it's toll on all of them, that wasn't anything new to the operators. He wouldn't trade sleep for this chance of a date night, they had been planning this for months now with the last three attempts being stolen away by their jobs calling for their attention. Soon enough the pair were on their way down the road, soft music playing from the radio between idol chatter of news reports about jobs, tv shows, new food brands, touring music bands, and new movie releases. Ash's phone bleeped with a text message, she tried to ignore it since she promised Jordan her attention would be on the date and not work once they left.

"You can answer it Eliza, we're not at the restaurant yet." Thermite told her with a reassuring tone.

"I'm not going back on my promise Jordan, that's not something I do and you know it."

"What if it's Jager letting you know he got called out for a mission? You know he never rests for anything, he's on standby as well." He replied, making a good point. He had personally witnessed the German operator fly them out of harsh situations even with injuries, even though the scolding he got from Doc and Harry himself wasn't very nice to listen too and left the pilot not wanting to leave his room for awhile.

"It's nothing important, if it was they would have called instead." Eliza replied, dismissing the subject. Her eyes wondered to the passing scenery, small stores, café's, old historical areas. Even she had to admit that England was a pretty place. Smoke and Mute had taken them on tours before as a team building exercise that turned into an all day trip, it was much needed at the time though. A lot of them had come back from a mass joint operation that ended in success but not without casualties, they had a lost a hand full of recruits that day. Montagne and Kapkan were emotionally scarred from it, they had personally trained the recruits for that mission just for them to come home in coffins. It took a solid month for them to come out of their depressed states and focus on the bigger issue at hand. She noticed the scenery slowing down as Thermite pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant, once he found a decent parking spot he escorted her inside. They found a booth in the corner and settled in, it only took them a few minutes to get drinks and their food ordered. Thankfully neither of them were picky about what they consumed. Living on base with different nationalities you learned to eat whatever was offered by the on site staff who tended to change up the weekly food list to make everyone happy, of course the kitchen was open over the weekend for the operator's. Some enjoyed baking sweets or a simple home dish to lift spirits.

"You know...this is pretty nice. Getting out like this and relaxing." Eliza said with a smile, working at a steak with her cutlery.

"We don't get it often, and I don't count on base movie nights as dates." Jordan chuckled.

"Those are not movie nights, that's just a excuse for our friends to get drunk and fight over the remote for the tv."

"Okay okay, I'll give you that one… even though you stole the remote last time and played that cheesy love movie."

"Jordan! It was not cheesy! It was a good movie and you have zero taste in anything that doesn't explode."

"Really? Coming from someone who launches grenades' at walls?" Eliza paused midchew and stared at him from across the table, after a moment of silence they both tried to stifle a laugh so they wouldn't be too loud.

The two attacker's couldn't have any solid arguments about their own equipment since both were similar in ways. It was all in good fun though and both knew it, bantering like this relieved stress in an odd way for them. Ash waved her hand in front of her towards Thermite when he asked if she was retort any.

"No, no. I'm done. You had a fair point Jordan." She replied with a genuine smile. Thermite found himself returning the same type of smile, He loved the woman sitting in front of him with every fiber of his being for a endless list of reasons. The way they interacted with each other was in the top ten on that list. He could always joke around with her without it being taken serious. They had been around each other long enough to know the faint body signals, the small twitches, muscles tensing or jaws setting a certain way that gave away aggravation.

"Hey, did you still wanna talk about whatever it was you mentioned this morning?" She suddenly asked him, eyes gleaming curiously.

"Right! Right," Jordan said before clearing his throat a bit, he had finished his own steak earlier. Being among the few guys within rainbow that could put a lot of competitive eaters to shame. "Well. I recently got an apartment off base, and…I um…" Eliza waited patiently, concern filling her features. Jordan was never at a loss for words so she knew this was coming important.

"Jordie… what's going on?" She asked softly, using his nickname only she could call him by. Anyone else caught a glare from the Texan that clearly told people not to use it. He glanced up from his scarred hands, pausing to seeing her expression.

"It's not bad! I promise I was just… wondering if you wanted… to move in with me. Maybe take this a step further?"

Her face blanked out for a moment, taking in the request from her boyfriend. Her pulse quickened at the thought of actually living off base with him, both of them would constantly have to take their work home or rush back at a moment's notice should anything happen. But at the same time… having a place to call their own? She felt a grin spreading across her face before she said anything.

"You know what? I like that idea, I would love to move in with you." Jordan felt his chest swell with mixed emotions, happiness, fear, excitement, nervousness.

"Y-you serious? You really want to?"

She nodded, keeping her grin. "Yes, I'm being dead serious Jordan."

Thermite had to stop himself from jumping up and shouting right on the spot, his dream coming true of finally having a more private area with Eliza. A place they could officially call home and not be interrupted at night by loud noises or arguing between operators. "Thank you for agreeing, I'm moving everything next week if that's enough time for you."

"Of course, I can work with that."

The couple soon finished up their drinks and headed back out after paying, they wondered into base and quickly skipped past the common room. Hearing Rook fuss at Lion about drinking too much with them being on stand by, Blitz keeping Bandit from going after them for interrupting his tv show. Glaz and Mute sitting at a table on the other side of the room, the Russian working on a sketch while Mute typed away at his laptop. It wasn't unusual to see the pair together when Tachanka and Smoke were off base on missions. Ash shook her head they couldn't have one quiet afternoon here without something happening but that was the fun part of being with Rainbow. All the different people and personalities. Even if her and Jordan moved to the apartment soon, they would always be here for their family.

#rainbow six siege #thermite #ash #fanficion #fbi

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This day was going to be perfect Part 6-final

~When the reader , who’s had a long time crush on Spencer, finds out Cat Adams is getting out of Prison on parole and wanting to talk to Spencer, she can’t help but be a bit suspicious.~

This fic was inspired by the song “ This day is going to be perfect” - MLP. enjoy

tag list: @raggabashie

The Police interrogated me from the time I entered the car all the way to the station, and in the station. I felt awful and just wanted shower and some clean clothes. Luckily it looks like I was getting that, unluckily I was staying here till a certain Aaron Hotchner came to vouch for me, which I assumed wouldn’t be till morning. The room was small and cold but it felt refreshing. I turned the nob on the shower and stood there waiting for it to heat up. I glanced in the mirror and almost jumped back, I looked worse than awful, in fact I was surprised they didn’t take me right to the hospital. My face was all black and blue and my nose looked like it was broken, not to mention I was covered in a thin layer of dirt and grime. I shuttered and took a step into the warm stream of water and felt instant relief. I stayed there for over an hour at least just enjoying the warm water and intensely washing my hair and body again and again as if this would scrub away any of the memories. I hear a light knock on the door and I woman said, “ I got some clothes for you I hope they fit well. I wrapped a towel around me and opened the door to take the clothes she got for me. “ Thankyou, “ I said gratefully. She gave me a dress that looked about my size, it was simple almost like a skaterdress in a dark blue color. I slipped it over my head and I felt like some sort of normalcy was returning. I suddenly felt a wave of sickness crash over me, maybe I did need to see a doctor. I shook off the thought and opened the door. They led me into a room separate from the other holding cells and even though I didn’t want to sleep I passed out once my head hit the pillow.

I awoke to Someone talking outside my room, and was overjoyed to see Hotch. “HOTCH,” I yelled in happiness, he looked over and I saw a look of relief pass over his stern face. “ We’re getting you to the hospital now,” Hotch insisted. “ No no no what about Spencer, did Penelope call you,” I asked. He Shook his head, “ No I got a call about you at midnight and I drove up here almost immediately .” I growled in frustration, “ Spencer is in trouble , Penelope must have the video by now I recorded a conversation between Cat and I believe Scratch, she’s been drugging Spencer this whole time !” He looked worried but said, “ I think you need to sit for a minuet you look pail.” I shook my head, “ NO we need to help Spencer if you don’t i’ll do it myself! The wedding is soon we have to go!” “I’ll call Penelope sit down and relax please,” Hotch said sternly. I sighed and sat down, tapping my foot. I was in a lot of pain and my head was still swimming but I was determined.

“ Okay Penelope is trying to get a hold of Spencer he is not answering , everyone was heading up for the wedding so we are all going to put a stop to this but you,” Hotch started but I cut him off, “ i’m not going anywhere unless it’s to that wedding.” He sighed ,” Alright lets go.”

I felt nervous, the service might be in full swing when we get there, what if they’re already married. We were pulling up and I did a sharp intake of breath, “ those were the guys who kidnapped me.”They seemed to be posted up against the wall as if they were bouncers at a club. He looked over at me and said, “ Stop the wedding i’ll keep them busy.” I nodded suddenly feeling overwhelmed as he yelled at them to get on the ground. I got out of the car and booked it towards the entrance . I felt like I had entered into another dimension. Soft piano music filled my ears and everything was decorated so immaculately it almost made me cry. This was all fake. I had to psych myself up and took a few very deep breaths before I pushed the sanctuary doors open and walking in. Everyone looked over in shock though my eyes were only focused on one person, Spencer. “ You can’t marry her Spence,” I said as confidently as I could, “ She doesn't love you, this is all a game to her, she’s drugged you and is messing with your mind, she had me kidnapped because I was getting too close. I took a step and pain shot up my leg and I winced. I held onto the pews and walked down the isle towards him. He looked confused but also very concerned He walked over to me as if in a trance and asked , “ What happened to you?” “ I told you I was kidnapped, and when I realized how close I was to this church , I knew I had to do everything I could to stop this,” I stuttered making direct eye contact, “ Spencer I could say it was simply because I didn’t want you to go through the struggle of getting an annulment but, actually I’m doing it for a very selfish reason.” Spencer blinked a few time , he was coming out of the haze, “ what would that be?” “ Spencer I...I’ve been in love with you since the day I met you,” I blurted . His eyes widened and he suddenly looked around at all the people in shocked at what was transpiring, “ Wait… where are we right now?” “ You’re back ,” I sighed in relief. “ YOU,” I heard a yell from down the isle, It was Cat, all done up in her bridal gown, “ Get away from him why must you ruin everything, i’m calling the police right now,” She sneered. “ You’re in luck they’re already here because believe it or not having someone kidnapped is against the law,” I smirked folding my arms. “ I didn’t do anything, and if I did what proof do you have?” “ Quite a lot actually ,” A voice came from the hall, it was Penelope, Derek , Emily , and Rossie along with about four or five policemen. “ Thanks to my BFFL’s phone she had a video of you talking to Scratch. Also we found a lot of the substances you've been using to drug Spencer in your hous and i’m sure after some interrogating from those two guards outside we will have enough evidence to put you back behind bars.” Derek pulled out his handcuffs and grabbed Cat . “ I’M NOT DONE WITH ANY OF YOU I SWEAR,” She yelled as she was drug out. I suddenly felt Spencer firmly grab my shoulder, “ Hey you’re not looking too good lets get you to the hospital,” Spencer said gently. Noticed that I had been slowly sliding down the pew and nodded , “ please.”

I heard a light beep and slowly opened my eyes, I felt a little better though I was still dizzy, I was getting use to that though. I looked around and noticed that Spencer had pulled up a chair to the side of the bed and was resting on what looked like my favorite book. My heart soured, and I wondered if he was drug free now. I hesitated then gently ran my fingers through his messy hair. He stirred a bit then sat up quickly when he saw I was awake, “ how are you feeling, are you okay , are you in any pain.” I shook my head, “ Spence i’m fine...how are you , you were the one getting drugged for a couple months.” He shuttered then said, “ it’s out, or should be, they believe she had been withholding some for a couple days, not sure why, but I think she wanted me to actually willingly go through the wedding.” I nodded gently then looked down at my hands a bit embarrassed, “ do ...do you remember anything I said yesterday?” Spencer looked me in the eyes and smiled gently ,if not a bit awkwardly, “ I think it was something along the lines of I’ve been in love with you since the day I met you.” I blushed more and nodded, “ I wish I would have said something sooner, but it just never felt like the right time, something was always stopping me.” “ Well, honestly, I’ve loved you too, but pretty much any girl I seem to hang out with only sees me as a friend and you’re beautiful, I didn’t think I had a chance,” He said his voice wavering a bit. I looked up at him in shock, “ Now you know how I feel about lying MR.” He smiled and shook his head, “ I’m serious.” He gently grabbed one of my hands and looked into my eyes, “ you’re the most beautiful girl in the world to me.” I bushed and looked down as he cupped my face running his thumb gently against my cheek. I timidly met his gaze and almost instinctively moved closer to him. He hesitated only a moment before gently kissing me, it was so sweet , almost like he was testing the waters. I felt electricity shoot through me I hadn’t realized how long I had been waiting for this. I felt myself kiss him deeper I wanted more however a sudden rapid beeping of my heart monitor made us both quickly pull away from eachother. The nurse ran in and asked, “ is everything alright?” I nodded and almost squeaked, “ yes, fine, perfectly fine.” She nodded and looked at both of us before smirking, “ she needs rest.” “ Yes of course,” Spencer agreed. She left and we both let out a sigh of relief. “ I really do love you,” Spencer mumbled and gently kissed my forhead before sitting back in his chair. “ And I love you,” I whispered gently grabbing his hand, “ can you read to me please.” “ Anything for you,” He said opening up the book and as we sat there even with everything I had just went through I couldn’t help but feel like the luckiest person in the world.

#spencer reid #Criminal Minds #spencer reid x reader #this day was going to be perfect

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