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buckyalpine · 2 years

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Wait, what?

Bucky x pregnant reader

A/N: My first request ever from @slutforsexyseabass this made me so happy, I LOVE concepts like this. Such a sucker for hidden relationships, I hope I did this justice, I will 100% rewrite this if you imagined it differently. I loved this concept SO much, I wrote this with three different endings. What the hell is wrong with me? Everything :) Cutest concept ever, thank you for this. Please like, comment and reblog <3

Warnings: Angst and fluff!! Pregnancy, swearing Word count: 3.9k (I’m so sorry, i just kept adding each time I imagined the ending differently)

Back story + baby Barnes (sort of part 2?)

I do (again) part 3?

4 months ago

“Are you sure you want this?”

You sighed, having spent the last hour trying to convince Fury to let you transfer to a desk job. Granted, it was an odd request coming from you because you loved your role as an Avenger and you had sworn you wouldn’t leave the job for anything else.

“Is there a specific reason you want to transfer agent?” He gave you a pointed look, clearly insinuating he already knew why you wanted this transfer.

“I-its for the best, at least for a little while” You fiddled with a pen on his desk, looking all around the room, avoiding eye contact. Fury nodded, you knew he knew.

“Alright. I’ll approve it. You understand when you transfer, visits and interactions with your teammates are not permitted under any circumstances. How does 1 year and 9 months sound?”

Your face heated up, as you chuckled, nodding. “It sounds perfect. Thank you” You made your way to the door with your transfer starting immediately.

“Congratulations Agent. To you and Mr. Barnes”

Present

“I miss y/n” Sam poked at the flavorless oatmeal in front of him, annoyed there were no longer fresh muffins to eat first thing in the morning. The baking habit you picked up at 3:00AM when you couldn’t sleep was sorely missed. “I only bothered to get out of bed for those fluffy chocolaty babies”

“Well I lost my venting and shopping partner” Nat huffed; she’d managed to drag Wanda along occasionally but it wasn’t the same. Plus venting was boring when the person can already read your thoughts.

“I know what you’re thinking” Wanda playfully glared at Nat, “I didn’t even get to say bye to her, she just packed her things and left the day she was transferred”

“I didn’t get to see her either, we were on a mission and all I got was a message from Fury saying she’s moving to the upper floor in SHIELD” Tony tried not to show it but he was the most upset over you leaving. You brought the team together and without you there, it felt like a piece was missing.

“Yeah it’s not the same without her” Steve said as the rest of the team hummed in agreement, all sharing little moments they shared with you and how they wished you were back. Well, everyone except Bucky.

“What about you Buck?” Sam looked over to the silent super soldier, who was sipping his black coffee, sans his favorite chocolate chip muffin. “I know you at least miss the muffins, who doesn’t”

“I guess? I ate them if they were there but I can still get out of bed without them bird brain” Bucky went back to his coffee while Tony cocked his head, unable to understand how Bucky didn’t seem to care, but in all fairness, the both of you never really interacted much outside of missions.

“C’mon cyborg, is there not one thing you miss about her?”

Bucky shook his head shrugging, “We talked during missions but I didn’t have any connection with her, we never talked that way”

“Makes sense, you’re always holed away in your room like a hobbit- Ow!” Sam smirked, earning a smack from Steve. “I’m just saying!”

“Well you missed out, she’s a sweet heart” Nat got up from her seat making her way to the gym, “Oh, and I lost my sparring partner!”

***

“Bucky’s down, I need back up on the east side of the base” Steve shouted into the coms, panic rising in his chest, his own energy depleting. The rubble from the destroyed Hydra building was becoming more and more difficult to move as he tried to get to his best friend.

“C’mon Buck,” He panted, throwing off blocks of concrete, seeing the glint of Bucky’s metal arm underneath. The dust clouded his lungs as he heaved, a sudden blast from the sky easily turning the concrete into dust. Tony quickly cleared the area as Sam and Steve pulled Bucky from beneath.

“FRIDAY check his vitals”

“Scanning, vitals unstable, Mr. Barnes has experienced head trauma, 3 fractured ribs, severe blood loss, 3 open wounds to the abdomen. His blood pressure continues to drop”

“Shit, FRIDAY, alert the MedBay to be on standby, 1 hour” Tony and Sam managed to carry Bucky off to the jet and Steve trailed behind, his heart racing having already lost Bucky once. The medical team quickly whisked him away as soon as the jet landed, applying pressure to the wounds and hooking him up to machines, struggling to revive him.

“He’ll be okay” Sam squeezed Steve’s shoulder reassuringly, walking him over to an infirmary to get patched up, unsure of his own words.

***

The team sat around the waiting room, the air laced with anxiety and burning questions as they waited for the doctor to give them an update. They’d all had their fair share of bad injures and near death experiences though Bucky had never been injured this badly thanks to the serum. This time was different. Steve’s head shot up as soon as he heard the surgery doors open, running to the doctor as she approached them.

“How is he?”

“Well, his vitals are stable now. He’s awake and we’ve moved him to the recovery ward but he’s going to have to sit out on missions for a while. The serum will take care of the minor scars and fractures but it’ll take some time for the other injuries. He got lucky you were able to get him here in time”

“Can we see him?” Steve was well aware that patients weren’t allowed visitors unless they were family, especially if they were still just recovering but he felt like his head was going to explode. The team was the closest thing he had to a family. He noticed Dr. Cho’s hesitation, his eyes pleading with her, “Please? Just to know he’s okay?”

Dr. Cho smiled shaking her head, “I told him to rest but he said you’d probably be worried sick. Don’t stay in there too long, he has to rest. The adrenaline is keeping him up for now”

Steve entered the room fist, with the team behind him, breathing a sigh of relief seeing a tired and injured but alive Bucky slightly propped up on the bed. Bucky blinked, his vision fuzzy as his eyes focused on Steve, Sam, Tony and Nat.

“Hey pal” Steve sat in the chair beside the bed, swallowing thickly when he saw the gashes that covered his arm and the bandages that wrapped around his torso. “How do you feel?”

Bucky mustered a small smile, hardly able to speak from exhaustion. “Like shit”

“You look like shit” Sam mused from the side, “Glad you’re okay Buck”

Bucky smirked, nodding, his eyes heavy from the pain medication.

***

You ran down the hall as best as you could, your heart racing, tears blurring your vision. You slowed down for a moment to catch your breath, a hand suddenly coming from behind to support you making you gasp.

“It’s just me; you know you shouldn’t be running right now, here sit down for a moment”

Dr. Cho smiled softly, leading you to a seat, giving you a chance to slow your breathing down. She got up for a moment, coming back with a glass of water and handing you a tissue, letting you sip slowly and dry your tears.

“I-I h-have to see him” You took a few deep breaths, fiddling with the ring on your finger, your voice cracking.

“I know, but you have to take it easy too, stress isn’t good for you right now, I promise everything went well. He’s out of surgery and recovering. He’s got a number of visitors in there, I’m going to see how he’s doing and then I’ll come get you, okay?”

You nodded; your breathing had steadied but your heart continued to race, you wouldn’t be able to relax until you saw him, his blue eyes; home and your safe place.

Dr. Cho entered the recovery room, checking on Bucky’s heart monitor and blood pressure before turning to him. She spoke lowly though she knew it would be useless in a room full of avengers who had enhanced hearing and lip reading capabilities.

“Mr. Barnes, you have one more visitor” Bucky smiled softly, his heart fluttering causing the heart monitor line to jerk up and down, beeping suddenly. “I can ask everyone to leave if you want your privacy?”

Bucky shook his head, everyone there was family. It was time they knew. “No, let them stay”

Steve sat up, wide eyed, watching the heart monitor scream as Bucky’s heart continued to race. Dr. Cho patted his shoulder, hiding a smile as she walked out to get you. “He’s okay”

Steve sat back in his chair breathing out a sigh of relief, sitting back up again as he registered Dr. Cho’s words. “Wait, one more visitor?” He looked at Bucky for an answer but the super soldier looked down at his hands instead, cheeks flushed, hoping to hide the mischievous smile playing on his lips.

“Another visitor, who else is there, you got a secret wife?” Tony smirked, his brow quirked with curiosity. Those closest to Bucky were already there so who else would come to visit him?

“Baby” You walked through the doors, rushing straight for Bucky, gently cupping his face in your hands, placing feather light kisses all over his cheeks. You stroked his forehead as he leaned into your touch, kissing your palm and using the bit of strength he had to pull you to sit on the bed with him.

“Hey babydoll” Bucky looked at you with heart eyes, his hand caressed your face, wiping away some of the tears that rolled down your cheek. “Shh, I’m okay bubba”

“Babydoll? Did ya’ll just hear that, he said babydoll right? That’s y/n, who is babydoll” Sam was sure he’d need the heart monitor next, leaning against the wall for extra support.

“What the hell is happening” Tony’s eyes were as wide as dinner plates unsure if he was experiencing sympathy head trauma, unable to comprehend a thing that was going on.

“I was so worried about you Bucky” You nuzzled against, him breathing in his scent as you placed your hand on his chest, his steady heart beat relaxing your nerves.

“I’m okay baby, I promise” Bucky kissed your forehead before resting it against yours; nothing else mattered in that moment. Except for the fact that everyone was staring at you both. The team stood wide eyed, jaws on the floor as Bucky held you close.

“Can someone please tell me what’s going on here? Did Thanos snap his fingers, did I end up in a different timeline, Tony I told you to let the wizard take care of it- ow!” Tony flicked Sam’s ear, his eyes still glued to you and Bucky. Steve and Nat looked at each other hoping the other would have answers but both looked equally lost.

“Did you…?” Nat whispered, nodding her head towards you both as Steve shook his head, smiling watching his best friend deep in love. Bucky continued to gaze at you, the rest of the world nonexistent when you were with him.

“How’s my little peanut?”

Nat gasped as Bucky brought his hand to your little baby bump, his hand resting on your tummy rubbing small comforting circles to soothe you. You heard a whimper from the corner, as Sam tried to discreetly dab his eyes on Tony’s shirt.

“You okay there bird brain?” Bucky smirked, his hand lacing with yours on top of your tummy, the ring on your finger glinting, catching Tony’s attention.

“Okay, now can you tell us what going on?”

“I guess I should introduce you to the team then?” Bucky looked at you as you nodded, snuggling against him biting your lip nervously.

“How hard did you hit your head Buck, we know y/n” Sam’s voice cracked watching you giggle, your face glowing as you smiled at the team. Bucky squeezed your hand in his, his heart racing again as he spoke.

“This is my wife, y/n Barnes”

The team stood in silence, taking a moment to let Bucky’s words register before they leapt towards you as carefully as they could, making sure they didn’t crush you or Bucky in their gigantic hug. There wasn’t a dry eye in the room as congratulations poured out, each person reluctant to let go of you. Nat squealed at your growing tummy, as you brought her hand to feel the tiny flutters kicking inside.

“I can’t believe you kept this a secret,” Sam shook his head, his eyes glassy as they landed on your baby bump “Is that why you transferred? Also you two have SO much explaining to do. When, how, where, what the hell?! Look at this man; did you ever think you’d see terminator give someone heart eyes?”

Bucky snorted as you shook your head giggling; you figured you’d have to explain yourself at some point. “We started dating 4 years ago actually, a little after he moved into the compound-”

“Hang on, you guys were already dating 4 years ago?”

“Surprised you didn’t know Tony, should have checked your security cameras more often” Bucky snickered wiggling his eyebrows as you rolled your eyes, pinching him.

“Anyway, Bucky didn’t want to tell anyone about us because he was worried Hydra would come after me if they knew. We got married 2 years ago in Louisiana-”

“WAIT, BUCKY, STEVE AND I WENT TO LOUISIANA TOGETHER, when did this happen?!”

Bucky winced, trying to stop the fit of giggles that had taken over as Sam and Steve stared at each other then back to Bucky.

“Y/n came too. I got her to stay at a hotel nearby, you guys insisted on going sightseeing so…” Sam’s eyes widened as he connected the dots, “Yeah, no wonder you were so chipper to stay back home, unbelievable”

“We got married by the lakeside the day before you guys left for New York again. Just me and Bucky” You smiled softly as you remembered the soft white dress you wore, the way Bucky looked in his suit, the soft kiss that sealed you both together.

“Wait, where’s your ring punk” Steve couldn’t place what he was feeling, his emotions running a mile a minute as he pieced together why Bucky had made so much progress over the past few years. Bucky pulled out his dog tags that were set under a few of his things on the table; a simple gold band hung around the chain.

“I moved to a house after I transferred, figured we’d need more space since our little one will be here soon. I planned on coming back a year after the baby’s born. We really wanted to tell you guys but we figured this was the safest option”

The team nodded understandingly, as you stroked Bucky’s hair lulling him to sleep. He rested against you, keeping his hand on your tummy. Steve looked away trying to mask his sniffles as a cough before turning back to you again.

“How did you guys see each other after you moved?”

“Bucky comes by when he goes for his run, sometimes he comes in the middle of the night, especially if I’m baking or weekends, I see him almost every day” You grinned, thinking about how you felt like a rebellious teenager every time Bucky snuck by to steal a kiss or snuggle with you for a while before having to return to the compound.

“Really punk? So that’s where you would go missing? To see y/n?”

Steve cocked an eyebrow as Bucky opened one eye, nodding and smiling softly before nuzzling back to you.

“THAT’S WHY YOU DIDN’T MISS HER MUFFINS!”

Bucky snorted, his eyes remaining closed, “Yeah, you jealous Tweety bird?”

“I’m happy for you both, I haven’t seen him happier in years and it makes sense now” Steve held you, kissing your head, he couldn’t remember the last time he felt this happy.

“I can’t believe you guys managed to keep this under wraps” Tony shook his head, his mind wandering to expanding your old room to accommodate a baby room as well.

“Well Fury knows and Dr. Cho. I really only trust her so I came to her as soon as I found out, being a super solider baby and all” “Fury doesn’t count he knows everything, probably knows when Capsicle took a shit last”

“Language”

You giggled, looking down at Bucky who was snoring softly into your chest his hand still wrapped protectively around your belly. The team whispered their goodbyes, giving you gentle hugs, allowing you to have some privacy. You closed your eyes, as you began to fall asleep with the one person who would do anything to keep you safe; your home and safe place.

Alternate ending ii

The team had made their way to the MedBay after Bucky had been moved from surgery. Steve swallowed thickly as he saw Dr. Cho, hoping his best friend would be okay.

“Can we see him now?”

“Mr. Barnes has a visitor, just family is allowed right now Mr. Rogers” She smiled sympathetically as Steve’s face dropped “In a few minutes I’ll check on him. If he’s okay, you can visit him for a while but he has to rest”

Steve silently nodded, his brows furrowed as he wondered who else would visit Bucky. As far as he knew, the team was the closest thing to family Bucky had left.

“Family? Did she just say family?” Sam looked over to an equally confused Tony as they sat down in the waiting room.

“Bucky has family?” “Not that I know of…” Steve continued to wrack his brain as the minutes passed, his anxiety growing more and more. He glared at the door hoping whoever had gone to see Bucky would leave. Half an hour passed before Dr. Cho went back to the room to check on Bucky and immediately making her way over to where the team sat. “Mr. Barnes will see you now”

The team made their way through the doors, freezing as soon as they stepped in. Bucky was snuggled against you, his eyes heavy with sleep, his hand wrapped protectively around your little baby bump, hardly registering others had entered the room. You smiled brightly at them as their shocked expressions melted into tears of happiness having not seen you for months.

“Oh my God. Y/n!?” Nat pulled you into a tight hug, followed by the rest of the team. Steve’s arms lingered around you as he kissed your head, holding onto you extra tight.

“It’s good to see you. We missed you so much” His voice cracked as he spoke, looking down at your growing tummy and the ring that sat on your left hand. “You’re…?” You grinned, nodding, brining Steve’s hand to where the baby kicked, causing his eyes to brim with tears.

“I thought you came here to see me punk” Bucky rasped, smirking at Steve’s poor job at wiping the tears that were rolling down his cheek.

“Shut up jerk. You’re married?”

Bucky nodded, kissing your cheek, rubbing your belly, looking at you with love and adoration “Meet my beautiful wife, y/n Barnes”

“Who would have thought terminator would be the first one married. Unless any of you are also hiding a secret spouse I need to know about?” Tony eyed Steve, Sam and Nat suspiciously before smiling back at you and Bucky.

“You two have SO much explaining to do”

Alternate ending iii

The team sat together around the waiting room, the air laced with anxiety and burning questions. Tony, Nat and Sam sat in the lounge chairs as Steve paced around the hall waiting for the doctor to emerge from the surgery room. A familiar voice speaking to a nurse down the hall caught the team’s attention.

“Oh my God y/n?!” Tony shot up, wide eyed as he saw you walk down the hall, towards them. You grinned as Tony pulled you into a tight hug, nearly lifting you off the floor in the process.

“Hey Tones” You smiled, immediately engulfed by another pair of strong arms before you could say anything else.

“Um, excuse me, you went missing without saying good bye, and you left me muffinless, I think I deserve a hug at least” You giggled wrapping your arms around Sam as he kissed your head “Seriously y/n, we missed you”

“I missed you to- “Hey! Me next!” Nat yanked off Sam, squeezing you, “I missed you babe”. You turned around to Steve who pulled you into a giant bear hug, his warm arms holding you securely.

“You really have no idea how much we missed you”

“-and the muffins!”

“Seriously Sam?”

Steve felt your firm tummy press against him, pulling away from you for a moment; his eyes landing on your little baby bump “Wait! Are you…?”

You grinned, nodding as your hand cradled your tummy, suddenly squished again as the team enveloped you in a giant group hug. Tony held you for a second longer, before letting you go.

“Is that why you left for a desk job?”

You nodded, as Steve led you to the couch to sit, “Yeah, figured it’d be safer that way, I was planning on coming back after a year”

“Makes sense. Wish you told us though, y’know I would have added a new floor for you and the baby-” Tony’s eyes snapped to you widening, “Hang on, whose the father?!”

You giggled as your hand caressed your tummy feeling little flutters. “Oh my God, is that a ring on your finger?!” Your face heated up as you nodded, watching Sam bounce in his seat and Nat grab your hand to inspect the ring.

“Yup, that would be a ring on my finger”

“Y-you’re married?!”

“I am”

You laughed as the questions began to pour in all at once; Sam pulled out his phone to write down every single question he had for you so he wouldn’t forget.

“Okay, okay, first things first, what are you even doing here; did you come in for a checkup?”

Dr. Cho emerged through the doors before you had a chance to answer. “Mrs. Barnes? He’s awake now; you can go and see him”

The team looked at each other exchanging confused expressions, “Who the hell is Mrs. Bar- OH MY GOD!”

Tony and Sam’s jaws dropped as you got up from your seat, making your way to Bucky’s room. Nat smacked Steve as he sat wide eyed, flicking his own ear wondering if he was hearing things or maybe his old age was finally catching up to him.

“I- what? When?!” Tony sputtered, looking at the door and back at everyone equally confused faced. “Mrs. Barnes?!”

They sat in shock for a few moments, before getting up and knocking on the door.

“Come in”

Bucky smiled sheepishly as you kissed his temple, resting against him; his hand splayed across your tummy.

“Guess I should introduce you guys then, everyone, this is my wife y/n Barnes”

Part 2 - back story + baby barnes

I do (again) wedding time!

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separatist-apologist · 9 months

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Fall is in the air MB. Please rate the ACOTAR boys on how likely they are to be a PSL dude

I was just thinking how much I missed when people were asking me to do my rankings. If you're new here, remember that my opinion is the only objective one in the fandom and I accept 0 criticism if you disagree. Ranking Least likely to most likely.

9. Tamlin- Do you know how many calories/additives are in a PSL? He's a tea man, besides.

8. Kallias- Look, he's a chestnut praline guy. Halloween, fall weather, even PSL is just an annoying prelude to the REAL holiday- Non-denominational solstice. He's not interested in it- it's not bad, it's just...not good.

7. Tarquin- Life is natures caffeine, okay? He doesn't begrudge anyone for enjoying it, but if he wants that sweet rush of dopamine (OR WHATEVER ITS DOING TO OUR BRAINS IM NOT A SCIENTIST), he'll go outside for a hike. Do you, but no thanks.

6. Rhys- I think Rhys WANTS to be a PSL dude. He's got the scarf (give it back to Taylor Rhys!!!), he's got the fall foliage in the background. He's even got the PSL in hand. It's just...it tastes SO BAD he doesn't understand why people like it. 1/10 for trying

5. Jurian- It's FINE, okay? It's nothing special, just a drink and honestly people should get a grip.

4. Cassian- Thought it was going to be life changing. Like Rhys, loves to do a thirst trap for the 'gram when its PSL season. He prefers the frap if we're being honest (don't tell Nesta because she might want to put sugar in her oatmeal if she knew)

3. Lucien- Pumpkin everything, obviously. He's not publicizing it for likes, but everyone knows he's first in line the day PSL is back, double fisting them to make up for lost time. Blood to caffeine content is just pumpkin, he's vibrating at the speed of sound

2. Azriel- Tries to make his own at home but it's not the same. Dumps his PSL in an at-home travel cup, if you ask him what he's drinking, he'll lie and say "coffee, black." Also thinks Rhys should give Taylor back her scarf (c'mon, it's just the right thing to do, man).

Eris Vanserra, king of the pumpkin spice latte. Oh you don't like it? Sorry you have bad taste, couldn't be him. Doing an internet countdown, live vlogs himself taking that first sip, dog sitting at his feet in a matching vest. Why is he on a hike with a PSL? Don't ask questions, alright? Minor internet feud with Kallias over which seasonal drink is the best, vicious followers cause Kallias to concede.

#again if you disagree with my rankings: youre wrong #you have to think with your brain and not your [redacted]#atw 10 minute version (rhys version)

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lolamarlowe65 · 1 year

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𝓘𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 //James Hetfield

“The house next door was just sold, i hope the new neighbour will be nice.”

part five of ? part four

disclaimers : smut, age gap (modern day james), slow burn shit, cursing, smoking, drugs (legal where she is), probably drinking, big girls shit baby dni

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Chapter 5 - The package

I woke up early this morning.

I was supposed to work but Pamela called me telling me she will not open the pharmacy today. Apparently, she got some personal problems. Well, it's cool, it gives me more time to take care of my grandmother.

When I see my half naked body under the blanket I remind myself about the sudden act of lust that came over me last night. I couldn't control it. I needed it. I was meant to do it. James has bewitched me in a way. I never had such sexual desire.

Opening my curtains, I remind myself about what I saw last night. His back, his tattoos, his arms. All of which led to this lewd moment of mine. It's so toxic of me to have watched him like that. A little more and I would have seen him completely exposed. I'm not like that. But I did it anyway. And I kind of regret not seeing more. Fuck.

Still, I want more. I want him. Completely. I don't know if i can leave this being a lingering thought in my mind. I shouldn't do anything about it. But I want to.

I get back to my mind and go to take a quick shower. I dress in some flare pants and a rolling stone shirt. When I got back to my room I heard some loud noises coming from outside. I hope my grandmother is not still sleeping, I would be mad if her sleep was disturbed. James or not.

I looked out the window. The workers were still here moving stuff in. I stayed at my window a little more hoping to see James. I notice the garage on the side of the house is open. I can't see clearly because it's a little bit far but there he is. I froze. He was in those usual beautiful black jeans. In a tight black motörhead shirt. The morning sun was creeping on him and made the outline of his biceps so obvious.

Those arms.

Lust or love. I don't know. I truly don't. But I can't keep away. Every inch of him, all of which makes me feral.

He is working on his Camaro. I wish I was a Camaro.

"- Ann! Sweetheart!" my grandma yelled.

I snapped out of my thoughts and got downstairs to my grandmother's room. She was not here.

"- Grandma?!" i yelled back.

"- I'm in the kitchen my love." she replied.

I got to the kitchen and saw her.

"- Grandma! Hey!" i said, reassured.

"- Can you make me some coffee sweetheart? My leg hurts me too much I can't stand up." she asked sweetly.

"- Of course grandma. Why didn't you wake me up earlier?"

"- You seem to sleep so much better these last few days darling. I want you to get as much as you can." she replied.

I know why I sleep better. My mind is occupied with James so much, the sadness that fills me generally due to my mother's death has slowed down. I still feel the worst. I miss her so much. But I see a little bit of light and peace thinking about him. My interest in him gives me hope for myself and for seeing more of this life I've been leading blindly the past few years.

I go and make coffee for my grandmother. I also prepared some oatmeal for her.

While the coffee is warming up I go and hug my grandmother from the back. I take her shoulders between my arms and I look over the journal she's reading.

"- A war. Inflation. Economy is falling apart. Our army is killing people in the middle east. Jimi Hendrix is still dead. The usual." i say. "How can you read such dreadful words?"

"- It reminds me to live every minute fully and to never think too much about anything sweetheart." she replies, grabbing my arms sweetly. "Which is something you should learn. If there is one thing you should get out of the last few years, it is that life is too short and you should do just what you want to do my dear." she added.

"- But what if i what i want to do is badly seen, or badly interpreted?" i say, doubtedly.

"- Well, to hell with everybody's mind. You and the people you are doing that with are the only ones that know what is going on sweetheart."

She takes my hand and I understand she will not change her mind about this. She seems like a sweet old lady but don't fuck with her. She'll beat you up. But I know deep down that she's right. I just don't know how to proceed it.

I let out of my grandmother's grip and got her coffee on the table.

"- The noise of the neighbour didn't bother you?" i ask.

"- No. Everything's good, it's normal to make noise when you move in darling." my grandma answers.

We eat some breakfast together and my grandmother then say.

"- Sweetheart, my birthday is coming up soon. Me and Stacy invited all my friends, I also invited Pamela and her husband. I think we should invite James too." said my grandmother excitedly.

James? Huh yes, no. I don't know.

"- Do you think he might want to come over? Such a nice gentleman, I would love him to be there." she continued.

"- I'll ask him when I have the time, grandma." i replied.

I was paralysed at the idea of seeing James again. Mostly to invite him to my home.

"- Oh honey, I feel that he is exactly how I remind him. A sweet, nice young man." she said.

Young man? He is way younger than my grandmother, that's for sure. She could be his mom. But to me he is a middle aged man. He is in his late 50s if I remember. You would think it is a good enough reason for me to back down from my dirty and romantic thoughts about him. But no. If so, it makes it more exciting. I don't know what I would have felt if I met James when he was younger. But something in me tells me I would have had the same reaction. That it's not about his age but who he is.

"- Well, i'll ask him when i see him." i tell my grandma.

"- I'll ask him too if i see him." she replied.

Now I'm sure he will be invited.

After breakfast, my grandmother asked me to help her get to the backyard. She wanted to go take care of her flowers. My grandma settled herself in the yard and started gardening. I sat down on a chair next to her. I light a cigarette. I need it. The noises from earlier were not here anymore. Perhaps the workers finished moving in James's stuff. I wonder if he is still working in his garage.

"- These flowers are so gorgeous sweetheart. Those dahlias remind me of your mother. Oh. And those hydrangeas remind me of your grandfather. And you. You are a dandelion. A beautiful bright dandelion my love." she said sweetly.

The dahlias did remind me of my mother. They were her favourites. They also were the last flowers I gave her before she died. Every time I go to her grave I put on dahlias. I'll get a tattoo of a dahlia one day. I take a drag of my cigarette, those thoughts making me more sad than anything.

A voice approached behind me.

"- You have a beautiful garden France."

I turned around and knew it was James. His voice was just too mesmerising to be forgotten. He was holding a package in hands. He smiled at me.

"- Hello Anna."

"- Hey... Mr Hetfield."

It was of use to use his last name since he decided to drive me crazy calling me by my full first name.

You could access our garden by a little path on the side of the house, not only by the inside. James probably heard us in the garden and came by the path.

"- A package for you was delivered at my place, the number of the house is badly written, they must have thought it was for me." continued James.

My grandma turned around.

"- Oh that is so sweet of you. You can put it on the porch. Ann will take it in a minute. Thank you." she said to James, happily.

The light was still doing a wonderful work on his biceps and his shirt still shaped his shoulders so beautifully. He put the package on the porch and came back to the conversation.

I helped my grandma get up from her flower patch. I'm pretty sure she wants to ask him about her birthday party.

"- Anna, you remind me of those beautiful dandelions your grandmother has right here." he said.

I froze. I was red. How did he know? Or why was I making him think of dandelions? And did he just call me beautiful? And again, my name.

"- And France, you are as bright as those peonies." he laughed lightly.

"- Oh James dear, don't make me blush." my grandma laughed. "How is the moving going?" she then asked.

"- Pretty well. I was just tidying up my garage. The car needed some work." he replied.

"- This beautiful Camaro?"

"- Yes. I've always loved this car." he continued.

"- You were just a little thing when this was made James. But me. I saw it when it was just out. Oh, one of my ex-boyfriends had one. A gold coloured one. He was an ass but i loved his car." she reminded.

James smiled at my grandma, loving her story.

I haven't said a word. But James gives me some quick looks and smiles here and there while talking to my grandma. I do too. I don't know why he does it but I know why I do it. Because he looks so magnetising. I feel like a teenage girl having her first crush.

"- Oh yes. James. My birthday is coming up soon. I would like to invite you and your wife over. I am organising a little gathering." my grandma exclaimed.

I know my grandmother just said wife because she wanted to know more about his situation. What did Stacy tell me already? Argh I don't remember. But he must be seeing somebody. There's no way he is single.

"- Well actually I'm single. I don't have a wife. Not even a girlfriend." James replied, passing a hand in his hair.

Oh my god. This doesn't make it easy for me at all. What do you mean he doesn't have somebody in his life??! A man looking like him. With such a charming aura? I smiled shyly at James trying to proceed with everything my heart was telling me to do that my morals were not loving. He noticed it and smiled back. I hate this game of cat and mouse, mostly when I don't know which one of them I am. I hope deep down that he catches me.

"- But I do have time in the next few weeks before the big rush with the band. I'll come gladly. Do you need me to bring anything?" he then asked.

"- Just bring your handsome face James that's all!" my grandma replied with a smile.

My grandmother talks to him like she would talk to a little boy. I mean he could be her son but it startles me a little. She doesn't have her daughter anymore, I guess she misses those kinds of light talk she could have with my mom.

He laughed.

"- Alright, I'll do my best." he then said. "Well ladies, I need to get back. I've got a studio session with the boys."

"- I'm glad you are doing well with your music Mr. Hetfield. I hope Lars is not as childish as before." she added.

"- How do you know that France?" James replied, chuckling.

"- Well, you came into the store I was working in when you all were younger. In 84? I think. You were as nice as a gentleman as before and Cliff and Kirk were just sweethearts. But Lars looked like an hyperactive kid your mom obliged you to take out." she laughed. "I always wondered if he was into some kind of drug or if he was just naturally like this." she smiled.

I was so out of the conversation. Who the fuck were Cliff, Kirk and Lars? Probably his band members, yes, but who does what in this fucking band? I don't know.

"- I should have remembered such a nice lady like you ma'am!" James said nicely. "But unfortunately Lars is always like this. I'm sorry you had to see that." he laughed.

This Lars seems like a grandiloquent character for sure.

"- Have a good day France." he waved at her goodbye.

His eyes locked into mine.

"- Beautiful day to you too." he suspended. "Anna."

"- Bye Mr. Hetfield." i reply.

I'll call him Mr. Hetfield until he stops calling me Anna. Actually I don't know if I want him to stop. And I truly love his last name, so I don't think I want to stop either. He smiled at me one last time. I thought he was cute.

We got back inside the house. I took the package on the porch. I didn't notice at first but on the package for my grandmother was another little one with just written "Anna" on it. I knew it was from James. I put it away quickly in my room before going back down to open the one for my grandmother. It was some gardening tools for her flowers. She needed new ones and couldn't walk too much to get to the store so I decided it was better to just order them. She was ravished. She used them the whole afternoon and made sure her flowers were in good shape. We then ate dinner and she got to bed early. I wanted to get to my room and listen to music and clean up a little. My grandmother's bedroom is on the first floor. The walls of this house are thick so I can listen to music without bothering her. On the second floor there was only a bathroom, my room and my mother's but nobody was allowed in it except me and my grandma.

I got to my room and saw the package from James on my bed. I open it and get a cassette out of it. It's a cassette of the Doors. L.A Woman. With an autograph of Jim Morrison on the front. A little word was left in the package.

"To Anna : "I found this in my music collection, I thought a Doors type of girl could have better use of it than me. I hope it will give you one of those beautiful smiles you have the secret of." - James."

Fuck. I lay back on my bed with the cassette and the word in my hand that I hold above my head. I'm blushing so hard. So he did call me beautiful earlier. What is going on? Why does he make me feel so confused? Why does it look that he is having as much of a hard time as me to hold this tension between us. If so, he seems to manage it less well. Am I giving myself ideas? No. Yes. Fuck this shit man. I want so much of him. But I mostly want to know him more, in every field. I'm all flustered and blushing. As much as when I humped my pillow thinking about him last night.

I put the word on my nightstand and I got up to get to the cupboard in the corridor. It's where my grandma keeps some of the stuff she used when she was younger. I know there is a cassette player from the early 70s in here. I'm sure the cassette will fit in there.

Got it. I go back to my room and play the cassette. It starts playing and the sound is old and cracky. Just like I want it to be. I decided that i wanted to smoke weed, i know i've got a joint left in my nightstand's drawer. I get it and light it. "Love Her Madly" my favourite song, starts playing and I can't help but dance incoherently in my room. It's like the world disappeared. I dance while smoking and the only thought that came to me was James. Him holding me by my waist while I dance would be the perfect addition to my little party. I wish someone would love me as madly as Jim describes in this song sometimes. When my mom was alive I thought so much more of romance. Today I didn't. Nobody picked my interest. Until James.

I picked up the cassette packaging with Jim's autograph on it. That's the most thoughtful gift we've ever made me. Jim Morrison truly is my favourite artist. I never thought I would touch something that he also touched. It's such an important piece of memorabilia, and James gave it to me so easily.

I think that my mom would love to see me all flustered and blushing like that. I think where she is she loves to see me smile. But mom I'm sorry, I don't know if you'd love the person for whom I smile. Actually, she probably would.

James lingered in my thoughts for so long. And I kept on dancing. Until the last second of this cassette. I am a bit high but I'm still conscious about what I'm doing. It's like my whole world has ended but I just kept on dancing.

I get up and put the cassette in a place where I can see it all the time. I go to close my curtains. If James wanted to watch me have my little party, he could have. They're is a dim light in his room. I wish he was here in front of me, like yesterday.

"- Goodnight James, I loved your gift." i said to myself, smiling while closing the curtain.

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A/N : I want james to call me a dandelion. Chapter 6 is ready, this is where it starts getting interesting. ;) XOXO <33

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The day that everything changed

Summary - The day that Hailey Upton’s life was thrown off its axis started off like any other.

‘I’m from Robbery-Homicide. There’s been a Robbery and a Homicide here. So I’d appreciate it if you vacated my crime-scene.’

Notes - Today marks a year since I posted by first fic and now I’ve published almost 40k words which is just insane for me. This is also my 10th published fic so wanted to do something a little different to mark the occasion. This is a sort-of introspective fic into Hailey during Fagin. I hope you enjoy! AO3 Link

The day that Hailey Upton’s life was thrown off its axis started off like any other.

She woke up to her alarm as she normally did. She had a black coffee and a bowl of oatmeal. Put on her suit pants and blouse, clipped her badge and gun to her belt and headed out to work. Just as she was reaching the district, she heard the call over the radio about a bank robbery in progress at North Shiller Credit Union at 680 North Michigan and so she clipped her radio on her hip, jumped in her car and headed to the scene.

There were already a number of police when she arrived, walking through the doors she spoke to the officer there.

I need you outside to move the yellow tape back 50 yards and roll in the crime lab. Now.

It was only then she noticed the plain clothes officers who were on her scene. This was her crime scene and she was sure to let them know.

Detective Upton. Robbery Homicide

The older man, clearly the ranking officer, let her know in no uncertain terms that it was his detectives that recovered evidence and saved a woman's life and they would be running point. The two detectives in question were a young brown haired female cop, who, if Hailey had to guess, would estimate to be her age and a taller man, slightly older but still fairly young, who was clearly trying not to laugh at the situation. She wasn’t sure what was funny so she paid him no notice.

I’m from Robbery-Homicide. There’s been a Robbery and a Homicide here. So I’d appreciate it if you vacated my crime scene.

When she had returned to her station after examining the crime scene, she had found out that the Sergeant she had met, Hank Voight, had gone above her and had decided that his Intelligence unit would be taking the case. As a young female detective she was used to older male cops trying to push past her and ignore her and her ideas. But Hailey knew her own worth. This robbery was one in a long line that she had been chasing for weeks and she was damned if she was letting someone else take it from her.

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She knew the Intelligence Unit worked out of the 21st district so she headed across town.

Greeted by a formidable looking desk sergeant who Hailey was sure she recognised but couldn’t quite place her, she demanded to be let upstairs to see Sergeant Voight.

Looking back on it now, her first mistake of the day was not recognising Trudy Platt when she entered the district. Her second was when she accidentally knocked her coffee cup so the desk sergeant was covered in hot coffee, not exactly sealing the deal for why she should be the one to take the case.

You got balls trying to steal my case.

All the officers in the room, which when she scanned it included the male and female cops she had seen earlier, an older gentleman sat in the corner, a tall black cop and a fresh faced white cop who looked to be finding the whole thing hilarious. The young man from the bank was staring right at her but she couldn’t figure what emotion he was currently experiencing, a similar expression from the bank was pulling his lips into a tight line.

The commander called her and Voight into Voight’s office and with just a small look back at Trudy covered in coffee, she followed suit.

The negotiations didn’t exactly go as planned and she was ordered to hand over her files to Voight’s team, not an idea that she was particularly thrilled about. And she made sure the Sergeant was aware of this as she exited his office.

You know. I always heard you were a son a bitch, now I know it’s true.

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Thinking about it, handing over her files was fine; she knew she’d get a call from them any minute because her chicken scratch handwriting was impossible to read. Her mother had always chastised her about it in school but being left-handed and having to write with an ink pen had always meant her handwriting was either smudged or a mess; she had settled on a mess.

Sure enough the phone call had come through and she had headed back down to the 21st.

She should have expected the sass from the desk sergeant, after all - she had spilt coffee all over her. She wasn’t sure anyone had ever called her Detective Goldilocks before, but she smirked, she had definitely been called worse.

Trudy Platt. Worked Robbery-Homicide like 15 years ago?

As she looked at Platt, Hailey’s brain was flooded with images from that night. When the woman in front of her had made her feel safe. Perhaps the safest she had ever felt. Her thoughts were interrupted at this moment by one of the Intelligence officers telling her that Voight was waiting for her, so with a final look back at the bewildered desk sergeant, she followed him upstairs.

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Spann can’t physically rob banks anymore, so I think he recruited teenages from his old neighbourhood to do it for him, life Fagin.

It was a breath of fresh air to be discussing her ideas with someone who seemed to be taking on board everything she was saying. Voight had called her in because it was her who understood the case and had the missing piece, and he believed in the connections she had made.

Next thing she knew she was driving down to Spann’s car lot in the passenger seat of his car.

Lavar Spann, we have a warrant to search your business and any records found within.

Searching through the records, she wasn’t sure what she was looking for but Voight was taking the lead on talking with Spann giving her the chance to look through things whilst being able to keep an ear on the conversation.

I think the job skills you’re teaching is bank robbery.

Men like Spann made her teeth itch. Using children. Putting kids in harm's way and allowing them to take the fall for something he had orchestrated. These were the cases that they had to solve. To ensure the correct person would go away and do the time. Voight seemed to be on the same page as the conversation took a slightly darker turn when he threatened to return and have a less civil discussion. Hailey glanced away at this, if that was the way Voight wanted to handle this case then she wasn’t going to argue. She needed it solved too.

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Back at the district, the team and Hailey were gathered around the board trying to fit the rest of the pieces together whilst Voight and the female detective, Lindsay, were in his office requesting a warrant from the DA. Their request seemed to have been denied when they both left the office and joined the discussion at the board with less than positive expressions on their faces. The decision was made to go and stake out Spann and try to catch him in the act, with some actionable evidence the DA would be unable to refuse the request for a warrant again. When Voight offered for her to join the stakeout, she nodded and agreed. She needed this.

Sense of humour. Don’t get that much in my current unit.

The conversation turned as it often did, especially when an older detective or officer was involved, to her meritorious promotion. She was aware she was young for a detective, and not as many years on the job as others in her position but she also knew she had earned that promotion. The older detective, Olinksy, tried to dig a little deeper as to whether it was an earned promotion or, as most people assumed, she had been given it as a favour.

I was undercover for a year. So, put that in your pipe and smoke it.

The younger detective, Halstead, clearly wanted to know more about the undercover case and if she was honest, she wished she could talk about it. It would stop the questions dead in their tracks if she could just reveal everything that had happened and everything she had had to do in that case. But unfortunately she couldn’t.

No offence but this is the first time in the back of your van.

She wasn’t normally one to flirt on the job but she couldn’t deny there was something about Detective Halstead that meant what she was saying was coming out much flirtier than it normally would. I mean sure, he was cute, hot even in an unobjective kind of way and he was definitely giving back some of the sass he was receiving. After this case was solved she would head back to Robbery-Homicide and not see him again. So a bit of harmless flirting never hurt anyone.

They spotted a young kid talking to Spann and then climbing onto a motorbike, a Kawasaki, the same type that was being used by the other teenagers who robbed the banks.

We got to go after him!

When Olinksy shut her down, initially she was put out. This was the perfect opportunity. They had proof that Spann knew the kids involved and was clearly giving them instructions or orders. But on reflection, his assessment that they couldn’t follow a motorbike in a van was correct. She just wanted to solve this case so badly.

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That teenager we saw on a dirt bike when we were in the van - Sammy Ray.

The pieces had started to fit together. She had found a POD camera which showed that Sammy had been spotted a block away from the house where the two brothers had been shot and she had got a statement from a neighbour who had said she had seen Sammy running out of the house and jumping straight onto his bike. Checking through the records she found Sammy had a history of violence and now did errands for Spann. It had all clicked and she relayed the information to the team with a small smile on her face. Not a smile for the case but a smile for the fact they were so close to being able to pin this on Spann and get him put away for good.

When the Sergeant congratulated her on her work, she felt a swell of pride surge through her chest. She tried not to let it show. She knew from her current unit that pride in oneself wasn’t always a favourable quality.

The team returned with Sammy Ray in tow and Detective Lindsay pulled her in to question him alongside her. Her old boss never let her do any interviews so she wasn’t going to turn down this opportunity.

The pair worked well together. Lindsay took the lead and then nodded when she wanted Hailey to jump in.

That was smart, using a gauge. We couldn’t trace the ammo.

The kid was tough to crack. Hailey and Erin could both tell that Spann had his hooks deep into the kid. He felt a sense of loyalty to him for whatever reason and they couldn’t break through it.

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Halstead said you wanted to see me.

Voight had called her back into his office after the case was closed. She had heard what he had done for Corey Jenkins and even with the rough start they had had, she was impressed by his loyalty to the kid.

I don’t know many, if any, cops that would do that.

Instead of trying to make what he had done a big thing or make it all about him. The Sargeant just gave her a small nod and so she turned to leave. Hailey had not been expecting the next statement to come out of his mouth. The offer of a job in Intelligence. She nodded and suppressed a smile.

Open or close.

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You don’t remember me, do you?

Hailey knew she looked different than she had done then, hell she had barely recognised Trudy when she had entered the district the previous day. But she needed to explain. She needed to tell Trudy who she was and what the Sergeant had done for her. Her life had changed course that day and it was thanks to the woman standing in front of her. And she deserved to know that. As she started to explain what had happened on February 9th 2003, she could tell Trudy was starting to remember that evening. And although it had probably been just a regular shift for Trudy Platt, for Hailey, it was everything.

I became a cop because of you.

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When Hailey accepted the temporary position in Intelligence, she thought it would be a good experience, a chance to shine somewhere new and get out from under McGrady. She was looking forward to working with Trudy closer, after all, it was thanks to her she had joined the academy in the first place. She thought it would be a couple of weeks whilst the missing officer was on furlough. She never expected that the team would become her family. She would go to hell and back for any one of them and knew they would do the same for her. The tall man with the smirk would become her husband. He would change her in ways she hadn’t even realised yet. Make her willing and able to accept love again and to be able to love in return. And yet here she was, a permanent member of Intelligence, married to her partner and best friend and forever thankful for the day she walked into the bank and everything changed.

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bunky-writes · 1 year

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Chapter 4:

“The Rise”

After that incident, Pax and I started hanging out a lot. He was friendly, humorous, and naturally a good guy. He was cute as well but that’s not something I wanted to act on. I already had a difficult time gaining friends, I didn’t need to get a crush on a developing friendship.

“I’m telling you, there’s gotta be some zombies out there, like in Fallout!”

Pax has been debating the existence of zombies and other mutated creatures after ‘The Incident’ and to be honest, I’ve only been half listening. It kind of gets repetitive after the fifth time.

“Pax, my buddy, my pal, my comrade, please quit it already.”

“What, too scared?”

“No! There’s no way there are zombies. If we go outside, it would simply be a wasteland. Dead stuff everywhere.

“You don’t know that! The closest thing we have to a biologist is my mom and she hasn’t disagreed with my statement.”

“Well, she hasn’t agreed either.”

“Hush!”

We were currently in the main room, eating breakfast. It was a miserable one but filling. Glue-like oatmeal has become a ‘delicacy’ in the bunker. In the middle of Pax‘s debate, Harvey had joined with his bowl of oatmeal and a cup of black coffee. He merely raised an eyebrow at Pax’s passionate one-sided discussion though.

“Come on Harv! You have to agree with me, wouldn’t it be cool with zombies?”

Harvey only scoffed and continued eating, he was most likely a coffee-before-talking person. Soon Joseph and Mrs. McCarthy joined as well, Jo didn’t seem that thrilled about the glue-like meal.

“So what are we doing today?” Pax asked.

“Well… the water pump is giving us trouble, but Harvey said he’d look into it. Right?-“ Mrs. McCarthy glanced towards Harvey, who only grunted and nodded “-But we’ve still got some cleaning and sorting to do. We need to figure out how much food we’ve got left, we might have to start finding other means for food, maybe a farm?”

I perked up at the mention of a farm, my mother used to grow vegetables and potatoes in our garden. I remember helping her, so I might be of use.

“Uh, Mrs. McCarthy, I used to plant stuff with my mom. Maybe I can help?”

Mrs. McCarthy smiled and nodded.

“Sounds great, hun! And how many times have I told you, you can just call me Kate.”

“Ah, sorry. I’m used to being polite.”

Harvey scoffed, almost chuckled, at that.

“A real gentleman, polite to the ladies, but not the old man, huh?”

I felt my cheeks grow hot, I was probably the color of a tomato.

“Now now, Harvey, don’t tease the sweet kid.”

“Nah, seeing Six all red and nervous is cute.” Pax chimed in.

I thought it was impossible, but somehow it got even hotter in the room.

‘I’m going to die of embarrassment.’

Jo just laughed.

The day went by rather quickly, Mrs. Mc-, I mean Kate and I found a few seeds and big, long pots for planting. We had found a small room in the kitchen perfect as a ‘farm-room’ The UV lamp in the room was flickering, but somehow working. Kate and I both agreed we’d had a productive day.

“DAMN PUMP!”

Harvey wasn’t as fortunate, the work on the water pump was going slowly. He was very stubborn about accomplishing it himself. The boiler room was on the opposing side of the main room, at the end of the hallway uniting the bunkrooms.

I decided to peek into the boiler room, just to check up on Harvey. I had brought a snack, a sandwich. Pax and Joseph had calculated that we had enough food for at most six months so a small snack was all we could do for lunch.

“Erm, Harvey?”

I apparently spooked him, because as soon as I spoke up, Harvey jumped and hit his head from under the pump’s water container.

“Ow, fuck!” He exclaimed.

I put down the tray with the sandwich on a reasonably clean and mess-free surface and rushed forward to check up on Harvey.

“I’m fine, just fine!” Harvey put out a hand towards me, stopping me in my tracks.

“Sorry” I practically whispered.

He sighed and nodded. “It’s fine kid.”

An uncomfortable and awkward silence surrounded us. But Harvey soon spoke up.

“What’ya want, kid?”

‘This will be an interesting mission; trying to help Harvey without hurting his ego.’

“Erm, I’m done with my chores so I just… I thought maybe y’know, you could teach me how to fix the pump?”

‘Smooth dude.’

Harvey eyed me, looking up and down, with narrowed eyes. He could probably see right through my lie. He grumbled and hummed.

“Okay, kid. Only this once.”

I let out a sigh, not realizing I had held my breath. I kneeled next to Harvey and started listening to his teaching. He might’ve seemed annoyed and frustrated by the fact he ‘HAD’ to teach me but he explained vividly and answered any questions I had, he even seemed to enjoy teaching me. Although I’d never tell him that, I would like to live for my 20th birthday.

Before we knew it, it was dinnertime, and Harvey and I had fixed the pump. I was happy to help, and Harvey was happy to relieve his back and knees.

“You did good, kid.”

Harvey’s comment circulated in my mind. When was the last time my dad praised my work? It gave me an uneasy feeling, but I tried to ignore it and think of Harvey’s statement. It had been full of fondness, he seemed… proud. It warmed my chest, I never thought such a half-assed and simple compliment could make me this happy.

After dinner, it was time for bed, and for the first time in weeks, I didn’t wake up due to a nightmare.

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lovemeleo · 3 years

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Please write one were Asher has an allergic reaction and Sirius and Remus freak

Um so hi, surprise. I finally wrote something again. This prompt has been sitting in my ask box for god knows how long and I finally wrote it. Sorry it took so long, anon, but I hope you all enjoy. The SW world and it's characters belong to always fantastic @lumosinlove!

If you haven't read the rest of my Asher series, here's the link for tumblr and AO3!

cw: allergic reactions, talk of medicines, IVs, and hospitals

It started as a normal day, as most days tend to do. Remus got up first, doing some yoga in the living room before turning on the coffee maker to run while he was in the shower. He had this routine down pat so of course, he was ready with Sirius’s cup of coffee when the taller man came up behind him, nuzzling into his neck.

“Morning, mon loup.” Sirius mumbled, his voice still rough with sleep as his arms wrapped around Remus’s waist.

A soft smile spread across Remus’s face as he pressed the steaming cup of coffee into his fiancé's hand, “Good morning, Pads. I can get Ash ready for Lily’s if you want a shower before practice.” Remus said quietly, already hearing movement from the toddler’s bedroom.

Sirius answered with a kiss to his shoulder, looking up at him with a grin, “You’re the best, babe,” He said as he pulled away, cheekily slapping Remus’s butt before making his way to their bathroom. Shaking his head fondly, Remus turned to start getting Asher’s breakfast ready, the oatmeal cooking on the stove.

Just as he was about to go check Asher was awake, a small pair of arms wrapped around his legs from the side. Asher rested his head on his Papa’s hip, letting out a loud yawn. Remus couldn’t help the chuckle he let out, their son so much like his daddy, it was ridiculous.

“G’Morning, Papa.” Asher murmured, rubbing his eyes as he tried to wake up.

Remus picked him up, resting the toddler on his hip as he finished up his breakfast, “Good morning, mon chou. Sleep well?” He asked as he put the oatmeal into a bowl, topping it off with some berries before getting him set up at the table.

The little boy hummed happily, sipping his milk as he waited for the hot cereal to cool down, “Yep! I had a dream that Harry and I were wizards and we got to battle a bunch of bad guys and we won of course and it was so cool.”

Remus chuckled, sipping his coffee as he listened to his son’s dramatic retelling of his dream, “Of course, you won. Most powerful wizards ever, obviously.”

Nodding happily, Asher started in on his breakfast as he continued to fill his Papa in on the wizarding world from his dream. He had quite the imagination and it definitely came through his dreams.

When he had finished, Remus helped him wash up and get dressed before Sirius came in with his bag for the Potter’s house. Lily always watched Asher during their practices, letting him and Harry tire themselves out together. They were the best of friends, constantly attached at the hip. When they pulled up to the Potter’s house, Lily and Harry were already waiting on the front porch, the boy already jumping excitedly as he saw their car pull up.

As soon as Asher was released from his booster seat, he was running as fast as his little legs would take him. And Harry, not one to be outdone in the dramatics department, met him halfway and slammed him into a hug.

Lily laughed, coming down off the porch to give the two men a hug, “Sorry, I’m not gonna sprint up to you two,” She said, giving them both a tight squeeze.

“Wow, I see how much our friendship means to you!” Remus teased, his arm wrapped around her shoulders. “Now, where’s that husband of yours? Still doing his hair?”

A loud laugh came from the doorway, James appearing with his bag thrown over his shoulder, “Yeah, you know me. Very much worried about my hair when I’m putting a helmet on.” He said, throwing his bag into their car before giving Lily and Harry a kiss goodbye.

After saying goodbye to their own little munchkin, the three men were off to practice. Today consisted of some dry land training for warm-ups before moving on to some drills. They were about an hour into their drills when Coach Weasley blew the whistle from the sidelines.

“Black! Lupin! You’ve got a call!” He yelled across the ice, his eyebrows furrowed as he held out the phone.

Knowing that calls weren’t allowed during practice unless there was an emergency, the two men were to the bench in seconds, Remus quickly grabbing the phone, “Hello?”

Lily’s frantic voice was on the other side of the phone, already talking, “Remus, I’m sorry, I literally looked away for a second, and then he was screaming. I didn’t even see-”

“Lily, take a deep breath. What’s going on? What happened?” Remus said, trying to keep his voice calm.

A shaky breath came through the speaker before she continued, “I took the boys to the park across the street like I always do, and they were on the playground. It was fine then all of a sudden, Ash let out a really loud scream. I got over there as soon as I could, but he had already hives. Harry said he had a bee on his arm and got stung. I called an ambulance, and we’re at Gryffindor hospital now in the ER. I’m so sorry, I didn’t even know he was allergic.”

Remus was already unlacing his skates, the phone held between his shoulder and ear, “It’s not your fault, Lils. We didn’t know he was allergic either. We’ll be there soon.” Quickly handing the phone back to their coach, Remus and Sirius ran back to the locker room.

In less than 5 minutes, the two men were back in their car, racing towards the hospital. “Fucking bees,” Sirius muttered, quickly pulling into the parking lot.

As soon as they were parked, both of them quickly ran into the ER, their hearts pounding in their chest as they reached the front desk, “W-We’re here for Asher Lupin-Black.” Remus said to the receptionist.

She pointed them down the hall and they were off, seeing Lily waiting in the hallway outside of the room. Lily met them halfway, Harry on her hip sniffling quietly, “The doctor is in with him right now. God, I’m so sorry. I had just gone to grab my phone to take a picture of them, Harry said they were chasing the bee. I didn’t even realize there was one by them.”

Sirius pressed a kiss to the top of her head, “Lily, it’s not your fault. He’s a kid, these things are going to happen. You got him here as soon as you could and got him help, and we’re so so thankful.”

Sniffling softly, Lily wiped at her face, “I was so scared, all I heard was him screaming. The hives spread so quickly.”

The door opened as they stood talking, a doctor coming out of Asher’s room. His eyes widened at the sight of the two hockey players, probably realizing who’s child he had been working on before giving them a small smile, “Hi there, I’m Dr. Johannis. You must be Asher’s dads.”

“Yes, how’s he doing? Is he ok?” Remus asked as he stepped forward, already itching to get into the room and see his son.

Dr. Johannis was nodding before Remus had even finished, “Asher is doing fine. He came in with anaphylaxis from what appears to be a bee sting. Luckily, due to your friend’s quick actions, we were able to get him in the ambulance and give him a shot of epinephrine. He’s doing much better already, the hives have begun to fade. We do have him on oxygen at the moment as a precaution.”

Remus and Sirius both let out a breath as if a weight had been lifted directly off their shoulders. Asher was okay.

“Can we see him?” Sirius asked, his eyes flickering to the closed door behind the doctor.

Smiling, Dr. Johannis nodded, “Yes, of course. My nurse is just in there, double-checking his vitals. We want to keep him for a little bit longer to keep an eye on him but you should be able to take him home tonight.”

After thanking the doctor, Lily urged them on without her, “Go on, he was asking for you both. I’ll text Coach so he can let the team know. I’m sure they’re all worried.” Nodding, the two of them quickly made their way into the room. Asher looked so small on the hospital bed, an oxygen mask covering his nose and mouth as he watched the nurse fiddle with the monitor. He quickly turned to the door as soon as it opened, eyes quickly filling with tears when he saw his dads.

“I’m sorry!” Asher cried, his voice muffled from the mask. Remus and Sirius were next to him in seconds, pulling him as close as they could without tugging any wires or IVs out.

Running a hand gently through his hair, Sirius pressed a kiss to the top of his head, “Oh mon chou, it’s okay. You didn’t know that was going to happen.”

“We’re just glad you’re okay, bub.” Remus said, running his hand gently over the little boy’s back.

Sniffling quietly, Asher rested his head on his Daddy’s side, “We thought it was a bumblebee, and Uncle James said those are fluffy and they don’t sting and they’re nice. But it wasn’t fluffy and it was not nice.” He huffed, wiping at his face.

Sirius couldn’t help but chuckle, pulling Asher closer, “Well now you know which ones to stay away from, right?” He asked, feeling the toddler nod before he let out a loud yawn.

“Sorry to interrupt but I just wanted to give you a heads-up. The medicine we gave him through the IV might make him sleepy,” The nurse said from next to them, as he headed to the door. “Let us know if you need anything.”

Remus nodded, pulling the blanket over Asher’s legs as the little boy began to doze off, “Of course, thank you so much.”

Then it was just the three of them, the only noises coming from the monitor and Ash’s soft snores.

“Well. That was fucking scary.” Remus whispered, leaning over to rest his head on his fiancé's shoulder.

Sirius snorted, his head falling onto Remus’s, “Yeah, that’s an understatement. Thought my heart was gonna fall out of my ass when Coach said we had a call.” Remus nodded in agreement, remembering the moment he heard Lily on the other side of the line.

“The team is gonna spoil the shit out of him. Like he isn’t going to have to walk anywhere for months,” Sirius continued, his hand moving to run through Asher’s soft curls.

Rolling his eyes, Remus glanced over at Sirius, “You act as though they don’t already spoil the shit out of him. Leo carried him on his back all around New York last month. Nado sneaks him treats constantly. And if Dumo brings him one more toy, we’re going to have to move to a bigger house.”

Sirius couldn’t help the large smile that spread on his face because Remus wasn’t wrong. Asher was spoiled. The team loved him, and he loved them all right back. They were so lucky to have such a supportive chosen family, and Sirius didn’t really believe in God but shit, he was grateful to whatever deity gave him this life. He had a loving fiancé, a fantastic son, and the best damn family a man could ever ask for. There was nothing better.

And when their entire house was filled with hundreds of “Get Well Soon” balloons and an entire hockey team when they got home that night, all of the worry was entirely worth it to see their little boy’s face light up the room.

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tarantula-teeth · 3 years

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“Rhonda Hurley was the coolest, smartest and funniest person I had ever met. She was tough —tougher than Dean, tougher than Dad—and she made the best grilled ham sandwiches in the world,” Sam says, smiling down at his hands. He’s holding a blue scarf, a filmy silk scrap of fabric. The box he pulled it from, the one stashed under Dean’s bed, sits emptied on the war table between him and Garth. “She had moles under her eyes and down her neck and never wore shoes and she called me ‘Bruiser’ when she helped me with my homework.”

“She sounds like...like she was important,” Garth offers. He runs his fingers over the pile of Dean’s silver and tin rings they’d found in the bottom of the box.

“She was...she was family. Maybe the first person me and Dean ever knew and loved outside of Dad.”

***

He’s 13 and Dean’s working at the garage under the table because he doesn’t have a work permit or degree. Rhonda always helps Sam with his homework while they wait for him to come home, leaning over his Algebra worksheet with her long blonde hair in a peppy ponytail on the top of her head and her yellow waitress uniform on. She works the graveyard at the all-night diner in town.

That’s how Sam and Dean met Rhonda. Well, Sam met her first. He’d been camped out in a corner booth at five in the morning, three weeks out from when they’d last seen Dad. He and Dean were crashing in the car, too broke to keep up the hotel room. Sam was eating a bowl of oatmeal, no fruit or sides but lots of sugar packets, and a glass of orange juice while he went over his math homework. Dean hadn’t ordered anything before he went to work.

“Check that one again, bruiser,” the beautiful waitress who smelled like vanilla had said. She tapped her sparkly blue fingernails over problem six before collecting Sam’s empty bowl. “Don’t forget about PEMDAS.”

“Thanks,” Sam said to the table. A darted glance revealed that the waitresses’ name tag had ‘Rhonda’ written on it in little yellow stick on letters. “Do I need to order something else to stay?”

“Nope,” Rhonda replied, popping her gum. “You’re just fine, sugar.”

“Sorry I don’t tip more.”

“I’m sorry you have to listen to old Fred holler at the golfing channel,” she’d replied and they’d both looked over at the gentleman waving a cane towards the ceiling mounted television.

Sam broke first, breaking into giggles. Rhonda had smiled back with big, bright teeth as white and pretty as hominy. She’d come back twenty minutes later with an obscene stack of pancakes in one hand and a monkey dish of chocolate chips in the other. The whipped cream can was in her apron pocket. She’d told him she was going to split the pancakes with him and then watched happily as he scarfed them all down. Then, she’d helped him with his homework.

It didn’t take long for Rhonda to meet Dean. She kept Sam company most mornings and nights in between waiting tables. Sam knew Dean really liked Rhonda because his whole neck turned red whenever she laughed at his jokes. One thing led to another, and then Sam was waking up on Rhonda’s overstuffed grandma couch every morning and Dean was making scrambled eggs for her to eat when she got off her overnight shift.

***

They’re fishing for dinner while Dean’s at work, sweaty and lazy in the Oklahoma heat, and the fish aren’t real interested in biting. Rhonda’s wearing a gold bikini top and Wrangler cut offs and her blonde hair is pinned up in a blue silk scarf. Sam has never seen a more beautiful person.

He tells her as much.

“You Winchester boys,” Rhonda said through a smile. A cigarette dangled in the corner of her mouth. “You’ll ruin me for the rest of the male population.”

“You don’t need to worry about them,” Sam said, casting his line out again. He’s stopped wearing his shoes to match Rhonda and he sticks his foot into the river while he reels. “You got Dean. And I’ll be your brother-in-law eventually. You’ll have Dad, too. Once he’s back.”

Rhonda, pink across her nose in a way that certainly isn’t a sunburn, stared at him from her side of the canoe. Her eyes are brown like chocolate. She recovered quickly enough, her mouth curving into a little smile.

“Me and Dean are married in this scenario?”

“Yep. And I’m his best man.”

“What if I want you to be my best man?”

“I guess I could do that too. But not a flower girl.”

“No, I suppose we’d have to let old Fred handle that.”

***

Dean really loves Rhonda. He almost tells her about the truth when they leave, about the supernatural. But he stops. And his eyes are sparkly with tears when he looks away. Sam thinks he should.

He tells him as much. They’re about to leave Rhonda’s trailer park, drive back to the hotel dad left them at. Sam’s still crying a little, quiet and painful because he’s trying to stop. He’s got his Algebra book in his lap, close to his chest. They won’t have time to return it to the school, Dad was only a half hour out when he got ahold of Dean. It smells like vanilla.

“I can’t, Sammy,” Dean says. He smudges his fingers, black with car grease, under his eyes. He sniffs. “Dad won’t like Rhonda. Once we see him? We can’t talk about her again. We gotta move on from Rhonnie. For good.”

“That’s stupid, Dean,” Sam says. He’s mad now and it makes it worse that Rhonda’s still sitting on her trailer steps with mascara dripping down her chin and her yellow waitress uniform on. “He’s stupid.”

“Sammy,” Dean says, aiming for firm and landing on heart broken.

Sam gets out of the car. Dean doesn’t stop him. He walks up to Rhonda and sets his cheek on her bony shoulder, wraps his arms as tight around her as he can. She squeezes him back, just as tight.

“I love you, Rhonda,” Sam whispers, tears burning hie eyes. “I was so happy to know you.”

“Oh,” Rhonda says, sniffling. “I love you too, bruiser. You be good. Be safe. You’ll be okay. I love you.”

And she’d pulled the scarf from her hair, letting it down in a blonde cloud smelling of Suave Sun Ripened Strawberry shampoo. And she’d pressed the scratchy blue scarf into his hands. And kissed his forehead.

And put her hands on his shoulders. And breathed in deep. Then out. Then she’d turned him around to face the Impala and given him the gentlest push.

And he’d started walking. And Dean started driving. And Sam watched Rhonda Hurley and her trailer park shrink in his side mirror.

***

“I must have left the scarf when I went to college,” Sam says. He’s a little teary. Garth is flat out crying, hand over his own mouth. “Rhonda Hurley. What a woman.”

“To Rhonda,” Garth says, lifting his wine cooler.

“To Rhonda,” Sam echoes. He takes a long drink from his coffee cup.

Inspired by @skepticalfrog’s Rhonda art pieces.

To Rhonda Hurley.

#Rhonda Hurley #I have a lot of emotions about her #especially when she’s not cis #anywho #Rhonda affectionate #tw dean is dead #sammy centric #tw vague transphobia #my writing

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ace-in-a-shopping-cart · 3 years

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The Switch: Purple Galaxies

Chapter 1 | Chapter 3

Content warnings: Allusions to vomit, starvation, food mention, touch starvation,

Word Count: 2,429

Anxiety woke slowly for once, a soft and gentle rising to awareness that he’d rarely ever experienced before. Feeling warmth at his side, he curled closer to it for a moment. That was, until his mind cleared of the fog left by sleep and he realized that someone was in the bed with him.

This someone groaned and rolled over, throwing an arm around Anxiety and pulling him close, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Morning, babe.” Logic’s voice rumbled in his ear, slightly rougher due to sleep.

Anxiety froze, unsure how to proceed. This was the most physical contact he’d gotten from someone in as long as he could remember. It felt nice but he also wasn’t sure why there was a second person in the bed or even who the bed belonged to.

For the moment, he was trapped beneath Logic. He laid there, staring at the ceiling. Shifting stars lined it, moving slowly in changing colors. Anxiety didn’t remember putting those up on his ceiling but he also didn’t remember crawling into Logic’s bed. He wasn’t sure what to believe anymore as nothing felt real.

It wasn’t long before Logic nodded against his collarbone and rolled to sit on the side of the bed. “Alright, Love, talk to me.”

Anxiety frowned, slowly moving away from the middle of the bed. “What do you want me to talk about?” He tried to keep his voice even and steady so as to throw off suspicion of whatever was going on.

“You’re tense. Why?”

Anxiety shrugged as he looked for his usual hoodie. “I have no idea what’s going on right now.”

Logic paused in his movements, his shirt half buttoned. “Okay, how can I help?” HIs voice was slow and steady and reassuringly soft.

Anxiety sighed, his shoulders slumping forward. “This is going to sound crazy.”

Logic rounded the bed, coming to stand in front of him. He crouched and tenderly ran his hand through Anxiety’s hair. “Whatever it is, we’ll face it together.”

Anxiety nodded. “I don’t remember going to sleep in this room last night, I don’t know why I woke up next to you, and I have no idea why you’re being so nice to me.”

Logic nodded, patient as ever. “Okay, what is the last thing you remember?”

“I ate something, probably crackers or oatmeal as that’s the only thing I have left in the kitchen. Then, I went to the bedroom and tried to sleep. I guess I succeeded but I don’t remember falling asleep.” Tears gathered in the corners of his eyes.

Logic ran his hand through Anxiety’s hair again, gently scratching the back of his head with the pads of his fingers. “How about we go out to the common room and talk about this with the others? We’ll figure out what’s going on.”

Anxiety nodded and stood, looking around the room. “Where’s my hoodie? It’s not where I left it.”

Logic chuckled as he finished buttoning his shirt. “Your current one is draped over the sofa where we left it last night. The old one is in your closet. Would you like to go get it before we join the others?”

Anxiety nodded. “I can get it, you go on ahead.”

They walked down the stairs together, Anxiety trying to take in everything. There was a black hoodie with purple patches thrown over the back of the couch just as Logic said it was. Other things were scattered around that implied two people lived in this part of the mindscape.

Anxiety reached out to Logic but didn’t touch him. “Do I know your name?”

Logic nodded. “It’s Logan and yes, you know everyone’s name and we all know yours, Virgil. Would you be more comfortable with us calling you Anxiety for the time being?”

Anxiety nodded. “Please, Logan.” The name felt heavy in his mouth, unfamiliar but not unwelcome. He liked it.

“Okay, I’ll see you in a few, Anxiety.” He leaned over in such a way that it looked like he was about to kiss his cheek but pulled back. Instead, he just patted Anxiety’s shoulder awkwardly and left.

Anxiety looked around the room for a moment, taking in that this was someone’s life. He smiled, thinking that maybe he could get used to this. He went back to his room and found it bright and airy, the drapes pulled open and the surfaces recently cleaned. There were small fountains and rock lamps scattered throughout the space, a weighted blanket that was folded neatly rested in a wicker basket by the couch.

He went upstairs and found little glow-in-the-dark stars stuck to the ceiling above the bed. Two sets of toiletries resided in the bathroom and someone else’s slippers sat next to the bed. Anxiety smiled, guessing that Logan treated this room as his too. He rummaged through the closet and found his black and grey hoodie hanging toward the back.

He slipped it on and instantly felt more comfortable in this unfamiliar world. Nothing about the room might look or feel the same as it did when he went to bed, but this hoodie still felt exactly as it did when he took it off the previous night. He left his room and entered the common room.

Creativity was sitting on the couch, staring at pages spread out on the coffee table. Morality was hovering around him, not sitting down but just holding a mug. Logan peeked his head out of the kitchen when the door closed. He smiled. “Hello, Anxiety. I have to ask, do you like chocolate chip pancakes?”

Anxiety could hear the unspoken ‘yet’ at the end of the sentence but said nothing about it. “Yeah, I do.”

Logan nodded. “Good. You’re free to sit anywhere you like but I’m pretty sure you’ll find a fidget cube on the floor somewhere around the coffee table.”

Anxiety nodded, giving Logan a two-finger salute and moving to go find said calming toy. Creativity leaned over and picked it up, holding it out without looking up from his pages. Anxiety took the offered black cube and curled up in a corner of the couch, occupying himself by pressing the buttons on one side of the cube.

Time passed both slowly and quickly as he zoned out, focusing solely on the cube. He tuned back into the world to find a plate being held out to him. Looking up, Logan was smiling down at him. “Go ahead and eat, d- Anxiety.”

Morality smiled at Logan. “You’re being so sweet with him.”

Logan ignored him. “Have they introduced themselves yet?” Anxiety shook his head as he carefully took the plate. Logan nodded and did a simple introduction for them before going back to grab the other plates to serve. “Roman, please move those pages so I can set the plates on the coffee table.”

Roman did so, stacking them into a semi-neat pile. Three plates were set down along with such things as peanut butter, plain butter, syrup, and a chocolate spread. They ate in relative silence before discussing what happened to Anxiety and Virgil.

The talks went around different topics for a while, Anxiety chipping in when needed, before Roman seemed to have struck on an idea. He held up a hand to pause Patton mid-sentence and turned to Anxiety. “Do you know what day it is?”

He nodded. “It’s the first of February.”

The Core Three exchanged looks before Logan put a hand on Anxiety’s knee. “What year is it?”

“2017.” He was looking between the three now, trying to figure out what was going on.

“Okay, we can work with this.” Logan said, his hand still on Anxiety’s knee.

Anxiety looked around at them. “What? What can we work with? What’s going on?”

“It seems that you have been transported into the future. It’s currently mid August in 2019.”

Anxiety nodded, eyes blank and mouth open slightly. “This is fine.” His voice was a bit breathy but otherwise stable. He didn’t notice tears rolling down his cheeks until Logan’s hand moved from his knee to wipe it away. Anxiety sat like that for a while more, being overwhelmed with the news.

Logan moved from a few seats down to right beside him, leaving some room between them. Anxiety accepted the unspoken invitation and leaned against him, wrapping his hoodie around himself. Logan’s arms came around him, curling close and secure. Anxiety relaxed and, eventually, fell asleep.

When he woke, Anxiety went to his room. He puttered around it, looking at all the new things that had been added. He found a small journal tucked away in the corner of a bookshelf. It was somewhere in the middle of the bookcase, with fancier notebooks below it and fantasy books above and around it.

Taking it over to the couch, he sat down and read. It chronicled the Anxiety from the future, who went by his actual name of Virgil, as he was trapped in the past. It started off factual, listing what had happened in the Valentine’s Day video. The only anomaly there was the small note in the margins that read, ‘I miss him.’ It was written next to a line that chronicled an instance of Logic trying to flirt with ‘Valerie’.

The next entry in the journal spoke of feeling alone, like none of the other sides cared about him. ‘I know it used to be like this, I know what it was like before to be shunned or vaguely tolerated by the others but I don’t remember it feeling this bad. My stomach hurts, I’m barely able to eat anything and what I do eat doesn’t stay down long. My head pounds from lack of sleep and little nutrition. Logan’s drilled in me the importance of proper nutrition but I just can’t keep up the energy to make myself eat. I’m sorry, Love, but not eating can’t kill me.’

Anxiety skimmed through a few more entries, watching the switch in tone. It took a month of entries for them to change from being addressed to Anxiety to being aimed at Logan, or at least some fabrication of Logan Virgil had managed to create in his head. ‘I miss you. I want to see your smile, not the fake thing you used to give off. This feels like torture or at least a punishment, seeing you every day but knowing it’s not you at all, not yet anyways.’

A few days went by before another entry. ‘I got kicked out of the common room again. It seems they were wanting to watch a movie and didn’t want me around. Why do I not remember this happening? Shouldn’t I have at least remembered some of the things that go on outside of videos? Has it really been that long since they treated me this way?’

‘Logic brushed my hand today. Just a simple thing, an accidental touch while passing. But it felt weird. LIke a tingle in the knuckles that slowly spread up the rest of the arm until even my shoulder was tingling. It didn’t feel bad, but it was quite different than what I’m used to.’

‘I cried myself to sleep last night. You weren’t there to hold me. You didn’t rub my back and tell me that my emotions are perfectly fine and reasonable for what I’m going through, you didn’t offer to take my mind off what troubled me, you weren’t there to ramble about your interests until your eyes lit up with wonder and I couldn’t help but fall asleep to the sound of your voice. Instead, I felt the hole in my chest where you’re supposed to be. I felt a coldness in the bed where your warmth wasn’t. I felt tears run down my face and sobs wrack my body until I eventually couldn’t feel anything anymore.’

Over the course of the next few months, Anxiety read through the journal Virgil kept. He watched his future self make fewer and fewer entries between episodes. Soon, all that was left was the detailed and emotion filled accounts of the episodes until he got to the last page with writing on it.

‘My heart aches. There’s a physical feeling of pain coming from my chest that’s not the usual pain of hunger or heartburn. Is this what heartbreak feels like? Or is it the reluctant acceptance that I might never get out of here, never return to my time and my family, destined to repeat my past mistakes and know they’re going to hurt people I care about?’

Anxiety carefully closed the book, wiped away a stray tear he hadn’t noticed, latched it, and put it back exactly where he’d found it that first day. Soon after that, he felt Thomas calling him for something and came up in the real world. “You rang?” His voice was deep and smooth, the way it had always been before he’d been pulled into the future.

Thomas turned and smiled at him. “Anxiety, hi.” He’d been told about the switch thing that had happened and was perfectly fine with having his past anxiety for a while. He’d been less fine when Anxiety had tried to do his job but could only bring up the old anxieties he knew about that just didn’t cut it these days. Now, he mainly just hung out for a while.

It’d taken him a bit of time to get adjusted to the new routines, to the new places Thomas frequented. He’d had a few minor freak outs trying to juggle so many new things at once but eventually he’d found the rhythm the other’s had created and joined in, being the steady drumbeat in the background that kept everyone else on time and in place.

“What’d you need me for, Sanders?” His voice made him sound impatient but Thomas knew he didn’t mean it, he just didn’t know of any other way to communicate with him.

Thomas smiled. “I called you to ask if you want to hang out, just you and me.”

Anxiety thought it over but eventually found that it would be easier to protect Thomas if he was in line of sight so agreed and curled up in the corner of the couch. They agreed on a movie and put it in, Thomas soon losing himself in the storyline. Anxiety felt tired as three days of no sleep caught up to him. Soon, he fell asleep midway through the movie. Thomas put a blanket over him despite him not being real and kept going with the movie.

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spencessmile · 4 years

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Baby Pictures

Pairing - Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary - You and Diana look through Spencer’s baby pictures.

Warnings - Fluff

Word Count - 1545 words

And all imagines/fanfics/blurbs are written solely by me so please don't steal my work and post it without my consent. Happy reading!

Requests are open!

You didn’t even remember the last time you had a second to stop and breathe. You were also on the go; something always had to be done. You loved your job as a junior law clerk but you don’t remember the last time you ate dinner that wasn’t out of take out boxes. You could say the same for Spencer, him and the team were constantly travelling for cases and being gone anywhere from a week to two, sometimes even three, it wasn’t always easy.

Having a relationship that was more long distance then anything was starting to mess with your brain. You never minded because you understood that it was Spencer’s job but sometimes it did drive you a little crazy.

It was Sunday evening and Spencer was in Arizona with the team and was supposed to be back earlier today but their flight got delayed because of the weather in Arizona.

For the past couple of months, you and Spencer have been visiting Diana at her care facility every Sunday. Earlier this morning you received a text from Spencer;

From Brainiac - Hi babe, the weather is really bad here. Going to be delayed for a few hours. You're going to have to go see my mom alone, today. Tell her I’m okay and that I’ll come see her the second I’m back. Be safe!! I love you xx.

It was 6:30 p.m. and you had just finished making some oatmeal raisin cookies and Spencer still wasn’t home. You quickly packed the cookies, got dressed quickly and headed out.

You wrapped your jacket around yourself tighter as you walked into the care facility where Spencer’s mom was currently staying. You walked in and the woman at the desk recognized you immediately, handing you a visitor pass.

“Diana is in her room,” You thanked her as you pinned the pass to your jacket and made your way down the hall to Diana’s room.

“Diana?” You knocked on the door. “It’s Y/N,” You pushed the door a little and it was open so you walked in to see her sitting on the bed, flipping through a book.

“Y/N?” Diana said getting up and hugging you. “You're here!” She cheered.

“Hi,” You said as she pulled away.

“I’m so glad you're here,” She beamed. “Where is Spencer?” She looked out into the hallway.

“Spencer was supposed to be here but unfortunately due to the weather in Arizona, he couldn’t make it. He also wants me to tell you that he’s fine and that he’ll come and meet you as soon as he lands.”

“Oh that’s alright. At least you're here,” Diana said. “What are you holding?” She pointed to the container in your hands.

“Oh, I made you your favorite cookies,” You said holding up the box.

“Oh you didn’t have to do that honey,” She said, setting the small container down.

“It wasn’t a problem,” You smile. “What are you looking at?” You asked pointing to the bed.

“Oh oh, come on,” She said, grabbing your hand and guiding you towards the bed. “I found an old photo album,” She pushed the photo albums closer to you. “It's an album full of baby pictures of Spencer.” She said, grabbing some loose photos. “Here's the one,” She says, handing you a baby photo, that was clearly Spencer.

“Oh my god! Diana, this is so precious!” You said, baby Spencer dressed in a bright red onesie with a black bow tie. “He was so chubby.”

“He was a chubby baby. He’s so skinny because of all that coffee he drinks now.” She stated. “Okay, next one,” She hands you another picture. “Spencer would absolutely not want you to see this one because he never liked his hair in this picture.”

“Oh,” You laughed looking at the cute picture of Spencer standing in front of a fireplace, while he was wearing striped white and blank pants and a shirt that said ‘I’m a cool baby’. “He had a mushroom cut!” You said as Diana and you both laughed.

“Here is one of my favorites,” She said, handing you the next picture. “Spencer’s first picture taken at school.”

“Wow,” You said, examining the picture. “Who dressed him?”

“Oh Spencer made the biggest fuss the morning of wanting to pick his own outfit. I gave in and when he walked out, I was so surprised.”

“Can’t say much has changed since then.” Diana laughed, grabbing your hand.

“Here is another one where Spence dressed himself,” You smiled, Spencer’s style hasn’t changed a single bit since he was younger. “This was before the mushroom cut but Spencer refused to cut his hair when he was younger. He wouldn’t let me touch it.”

“Trust me, even now it takes loads of convincing,” You said.

“This one is my absolute favorite,” You grabbed the picture and it melted your heart. It was a picture of Spencer and Diana. Spencer was standing behind Diana and had his small arms wrapped around her neck as he was kissing her cheek.

“You should have this one framed,” Diana gasped at the idea. “To put on your bedside table.”

“That is a brilliant idea, Y/N,” Diana said, putting the picture aside. You and Diana flipped through the album until Diana started laughing pulling a picture. “You're going to like this one,” She hands you the picture and you both burst out laughing.

“What are you two up to?” Your and Diana’s head shot up to the door, to see Spencer standing there in a woolen coat, his hair messy with his Satchel wrapped around his body.

“Spencer!” Diana said, waving him over. “I’m so glad you made it. Come here,” Spencer made his way over hugging Diana. Spencer noticed the baby pictures and immediately grabbed them from Diana.

“Mom! You showed her my baby pictures?” Spencer groaned.

“Of course I did! Look at how adorable you were.” She said.

“The mushroom cut really suits you Spence,” You said holding up the picture from earlier. “You were so cute.”

“Were?” Spencer asked. “I’m not cute anymore?” He said pouting.

“You’re even cuter now,” You smiled as Diana continued flipping through the pages.

After a while you and Spencer said goodbye to Diana. You walked hand in hand down the hallway, Spencer pulled at your hand pulling you back towards him. Your hands resting on his chest.

“Hi beautiful,” He said. “I never got to say a proper hello,” He said, pressing his soft lips to yours and you happily kissed him back.

“Hey my love,” You reply. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” He said, nuzzling his face into your shoulder, hugging you. “Thank you for visiting my mom even though I wasn’t with you.”

“I had fun and I’m glad to see she’s doing alright,” You say as the both of you step outside. “Also,” You stop to face Spencer. “I know what haircut you should go for next,” You play with Spencer’s hair, it was long.

“Oh yeah? What do you have in mind?” He asked as you pulled out the picture from earlier from your jacket pocket.

“The mushroom cut,” You said, teasing Spencer.

“No,” He said, shaking his head. “You took the photo?” He asked, as you looked at it again.

“I didn’t take it,” You explained. “Diana gave it to me.”

“Of course she did,” Spencer said looking at the picture over your shoulder. “I can’t believe I had a mushroom cut.”

“I think you look adorable,” You said, pecking his lips.

“You're only saying that to make me feel better. You would never know what it feels like to have a mushroom cut.” Spencer pointed out, you chuckled at his words.

“Who said I wouldn’t know what it feels like?” You reply, Spencer turns to look at you.

“Did you have a mushroom cut too?” You nodded. “Oh my god, do you have pictures?” You sealed your lips and threw away the key. “Oh you do!” Spencer said jumping up and down like a little kid. “You have to show me.”

“No way!” You said.

“Not fair, you saw my baby pictures.”

“I don’t have any of my baby pictures with me. My mom has all of them.”

“Then, I guess I’m making a very important phone call tomorrow morning,” Spencer says lacing his hand with you.

“Oh, looking forward to it.”

Spencer and you finally reached the car but as soon as you were about to get in Spencer tugged at your hand, stopping you.

“You wanna know something?” His cheeks flushed and his lips pink.

“Of course.”

“You're my definition of prefect,” You smile as Spencer kisses your temple.

“You wanna know something, too?” Spencer nodded.

“You're a real sweet talker when you want something,” You respond. “What do you want, genius boy?”

“If we can get home fast enough, maybe I can show you instead of telling you.” Spencer smirks.

True love lasts a lifetime - Love Actually, 2003

#spencer reid #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid angst #spencer reid x fluff #BAU #criminal minds

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plainbrunettelbl · 4 years

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ABO (A) Rancher Bakugo Katsuki x (O) Mail Order Bride Reader Train Ride to a New Life (Chapter Two)

Word count: 2255

Warning: None.

Title: ABO (A) Rancher Bakugo Katsuki x (O) Mail Order Bride Reader Train Ride to a New Life (Chapter Two)

Summary: Cooking for Bakugo didn’t go as planned and you seemed to pick up a new friend.

(Gif not mine)

💥-It was just a week after you asked for his pillow.

💥-You still hadn’t bonded yet but it was getting there. You would now kiss him on the cheek before he left to manage the ranch for the day. You were used to doing chores around the house for your parents but nothing could prepare you for the early hours.

💥-Bakugo was used to getting up before the sun. You were not.

💥-You still were stubborn in waking up to cook him a breakfast though. Even when he could see you dead on your feet stirring the oatmeal you were both lovingly and sleepily making for him.

💥-He didn’t like a lot of sugar in his diet but the way you added brown sugar and cinnamon in the oatmeal made his mouth water and heart warm. Plus it was kinda nice to have someone who cared enough about him to wake up and make him breakfast.

💥-He was used to the fried eggs and a cup of coffee before heading out to check on his cattle. The darkness of the house when the sun wasn’t quite up yet always kept him company during those times.

💥-Now he had your cute bedhead and half-lidded eyes to greet him in the morning. His heart couldn’t stop beating at the sight of your adorable frame yawning over the stove.

💥-You would still be in your nightgown, fully prepare to crawl back into your nest and get a few more hours of sleep before finally waking up for the day.

💥-You stood in front of the doorway. He held yesterday’s leftovers in a metal lunch pail to eat later on in the day. You had half a mind to buy him another considering it looked a little rough around the edges.

💥-“Have a good day, Alpha.” You sweetly said, looking up into his eyes.

💥-Before he could get his cowboy hat from the hook you snatched it up and delicately placed it on his spiky locks. His Alpha all but sat down like a puppy.

💥-“Aren’t you looking handsome today.” You would smile before pecking a kiss on his cheek and send him on his way. He had to wait five minutes after he left the house before he could mount his horse.

💥-He was sure if he didn’t he would ride Fred straight into a fence.

💥-Your Omega would eye his door as you passed it down the hall to get to your room.

💥-She desperately wanted to sleep surrounded by his scent.

💥-The pillow was great but your Omega couldn’t get enough. She wanted to make a nest on his bed and burrow in it for hours. You blushed at the thought. You didn’t have much experience with men so everything was still so new to you.

💥-You hoped you didn’t mess anything up.

💥-You would push away those thoughts before coming back to your room and cuddling with the pillow he gave you.

💥-You would get there, in time.

***

💥-You placed a steaming plate in front of him. You couldn’t wait for him to try it.

💥-“I followed all of your tips on how you cook your steak. You made it so well last time. I hope I cooked it right.” You nervously stood by the table.

💥-“I am sure it’s fine. You didn’t have to go through all of the trouble, Y/N.” He didn’t want to make you feel like you were forced to cook for him. He didn’t mind spending time in the kitchen.

💥-“Nonsense. You just spent all day under the blistering sun, you need a good meal to keep you upright. I wouldn’t want my Alpha wasting away on me.” You hid snicker when you saw his cheeks flush red at your words.

💥-He didn’t know what to say to that so he just got to work on cutting a bite for him to try. He lifted it to his mouth and chewed. You know you hadn’t known him long but you could tell something was off in his expression even when he tried to keep it neutral.

💥-“What’s wrong? Did I overcook it?” You asked, leaning over to look at the color of the steak.

💥-“It’s good.” He said, holding back an odd expression.

💥-“No, it’s not. Tell me what’s wrong.” You pleaded, hoping to correct your mistake for next time.

💥-“Why did you add cinnamon?” He asked, genuinely perplexed.

💥-“Cinnamon?” You repeated, your heart dropping into your stomach.

💥-You quickly picked up his fork and knife before cutting yourself a bit. You chewed a few times before grimacing.

💥-“Oh no.” You breathed, sadness blooming in your chest. You ruined two perfectly good steaks. You rushed back to the kitchen and saw the offending spice sitting on the counter among the others.

💥-You had grabbed cinnamon instead of cumin.

💥-You leaned against the counter, tears pooling into your eyes. You knew it wasn’t something to cry over but your emotions were all over the place. Starting a new life was stressful.

💥-You didn’t hear him come in.

💥-Before you knew it two tanned arms wrapped around you from behind. A soft purr was coming from the Alpha. Hoping he didn’t cross a line he leaned down and scented you. He was hoping to calm you down.

💥-You melted like butter.

💥-“I didn’t say it was bad, Omega. I was just wondering why you added it in.” He muttered, his breath warming your neck as he spoke.

💥-It sent tingles up your spine.

💥-“I’m sorry.” You sniffled, bring up your hands to lay on top of his.

💥-“There is nothing to be sorry for, Omega.” He assured, squeezing you a bit more tightly.

💥-“I’ll make you something else for lunch tomorrow. You don’t have to eat it. Since I messed it up I don’t mind having it.” You said, turning around in his arms.

💥-You sad eyes meeting his concerned ones. His gaze hardened a bit at your words.

💥-“No way. You made it for me. Of course, I am gonna eat it.” He replied, certainty in his voice.

💥-“I want you to have a good meal. Not one that you have to force down.” You said, determined to change his mind.

💥-Lunch was his only break for the day. You didn’t want to ruin it for him.

💥-“I will savor every bite, Omega.” He smiled, loving your stern face.

💥-“But..” Before you could argue some more he leaned down and placed a kiss on your lips.

💥-You could taste the cinnamon on his tongue.

***

💥-“We need to head into town later today,” Bakugo stated, digging into his eggs.

💥-“Oh? I was gonna ask you when I could go into town for groceries. We are running low on a few things.” You hummed, sipping your coffee.

💥-“I have been meaning to leave you some money.” He realized, leaning back in his chair.

💥-“Money? For groceries?” You asked.

💥-“No. I will give you money for that. No, money that you can spend freely.” He said, clasping his hands together.

💥-“I don’t need it, Alpha. I already have what I need.” You said, refusing the thought of taking his hard-earned money.

💥-“I want you to buy what you want, not what you need.” He said, his voice not taking no for an answer.

💥-“But it is your money.” You rushed, feeling uncomfortable at the thought.

💥-“Our money.” He corrected, his voice going a bit deeper. His Alpha wanted to provide for you.

💥-You looked at him unsure how to respond.

💥-“It is our money, Omega. We are gonna be bonded in the future so what is mine is yours. Plus I make money so I can spend it on my mate.” He said, leaning over and taking your hand in his.

💥-Your heart warmed at his words. He was such a kind and thoughtful Alpha.

💥-“Okay.” You whispered, looking down at your plate.

💥-You would take his money but it didn’t mean you would spend it.

***

💥-Bakugo said he was going to check something down at the lumber mill. He wanted to meet with the owner about a deal for the wood he wanted to buy to add more fences on the ranch.

💥-He said something about how the owner Shoto and he didn’t get along too well but he thought he would bargain with him anyways.

💥-He parked the horse and wagon outside of town.

💥-While you were walking into town you noticed you got a few looks from the townspeople. They started oddly at your Alpha holding your arm. It was like they were astonished by something.

💥-You wondered what that was about.

💥-You bid him farewell and told him you would meet him back at the wagon. You walked into the general store and looked for what you needed. While comparing prices on different brands of flour you overheard the conversation in the next aisle.

💥-“I heard Bakugo walked into town with an Omega on his arm.” A girl whispered.

💥-“What? Bakugo?” Another questioned.

💥-“Yes. I can’t believe it myself. How did he get an Omega? Most don’t even want to walk next to him.” The first voice replied.

💥-“He is known to be a little hot-tempered. I feel bad for the poor thing.” The second voice sighed.

💥-Before you could hear more they walked off. What did they mean by that? The Alpha you knew was nothing short but kind and caring. You pondered their conversation before choosing your flour and purchasing your things.

💥-You smiled as the purple-haired Alpha packed up your things. He seemed nice. You wished him goodbye before walking out with your purchases.

💥-You had walked back to the wagon no problem. You set your stuff into the back and say in the front. You were admiring the landscape before you heard something rustle within the trees.

💥-The sound startled you. You eyed the treeline, afraid of what was lurking. Could it be a wild bear? Wolf? Before your mind could conjure up any more scary animals and small figure bursts out from the bushes.

💥-It seemed to be a puppy.

💥-You awed at the sight. You jumped down from the wagon and walked its way.

💥-“Hello. Are you by yourself?” You asked, squatting down and letting it sniff your hand.

💥-It was pretty quick to trust you, within a second it was on its back wanting you to pet his belly. You giggled and did just that. He was a little dirty and matted, he was likely a stray.

💥-He was so pretty, he had black, brown, and white spots. His eyes were an icy blue.

💥-“Do you want to come to sit with me? It can’t be safe for you in the woods.” You cooed, picking up the small ball of fur before making your way back to the wagon.

💥-You wished you had something to feed him you felt his ribs against your hands as you carried him.

💥-He was content sleeping by your side. You continued to stroke his head while he slept. You wondered if Bakugo would mind having a dog. You hoped he didn’t mind the new addition.

💥-Before you could think up of something to get him to agree to the puppy you heard footsteps coming up to the wagon. You quietly covered the puppy with your dress. He didn’t sit to close to you to notice the lump.

💥-“I finally got that bastard to agree. He nearly rose it up twice the amount I had in mind. Luckily we met in the middle.” He grumbled, climbing up next to you.

💥-“That’s good.” You commented, hoping the puppy wouldn’t wake up.

💥-“Yeah. He is gonna have it delivered to the house in a week. I am gonna be busy digging the holes for the posts.” He said, urging the horse to move.

💥-“What are you building fences for?” You wondered, keeping a hand on the puppy so it didn’t fall.

💥-“I’m getting a Brahma bull lent to me by another rancher. We want them to breed with my girls. I need to keep them in a fence together to higher their chances. The other fences are for other things I might add later on.” He said, eyes on the road.

💥-You don’t think you ever saw a bull before. You wondered if there were as mean as they said. You didn’t have time to think about that for too long before your dress started rustling.

💥-A small yap was heard before the puppy started chewing on your dress. Bakugo was quick to halt the wagon.

💥-“You hear that?” He asked, looking around.

💥-You didn’t know what to say. Apparently, you didn’t have to do any talking before your furry friend escaped from under your dress and pounced onto your lap. He was smiling up at you with his tongue out.

💥-Your Alpha’s shocked face made you burst out laughing. He looked too cute.

💥-“So what do you think about adding to our little family?” You giggled, loving the way he blushed when you mentioned family.

I know nothing really happened but I have might continue this into a third part. So many of you liked it and I have a few ideas in mind. I am not gonna call it a series since my brain suddenly turns empty when I label fics that.

I hope you liked this chapter all the same.

The western AUs I write are gonna take place in the same town so everything is gonna be connected so look out for that. Thanks for the support. 💕

P.S The dog is a puppy Collie. They are cute. Check them out.

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Back To You // F!Reader - Javi

Quantico

05:00

You groaned and tossed in your bed as your watched beeped at you, the light blinking rapidly signaling the start of a new day. Your roommate Wanda was still asleep, but you could hear her protest as her alarm went off. Slowly, you got out of bed and began your routine: grab a towel, your plastic basket filled with shower items, fresh underwear and a bra, and slipped into your rubber flip flops. You braced yourself before opening the door to the living area where another one of your roommates, Marie, was already heading out the door to shower as well. The two of you exchanged a sleepy greeting before heading to the communal showers together. As usual the morning folks were already nearly done with their showers and chatting with one another as they moisturized and got ready for the day. This part of the day was always your least favorite, but you were almost done with the mundane routine of Quantico. You found your way through the steamy room and found favorite shower stall. There was nothing special about it really, but it was tucked in the back and it was the darkest part of the shower room. After your shower, you quickly dried down and slipped into your undergarments before heading to the benches to get ready. Sitting in your underwear with a towel wrapped around your hair, you continued your routine of getting ready- lotion, moisturizer, sunscreen, and minimal make up. You always felt like you weren't much to look at, so there was no point in making much efforts in looking "pretty." Some of the girls put more effort, but you weren't here to mingle.

"Almost done, Y/N?" You looked up to see Marie already dressed with her make up and hair done. She was the pretty one. The men always stole glances at her when they would walk down the hallways. She was bubbly brunette with such a bright smile. Marie was sweet- truly, but she had a ferocity hidden beneath that million dollar smile. There was one incident at a bar once; as you and the other girls were drinking, a man walked by and placed his hand on her rear. Within seconds, Marie had turned and slapped him across the face. This kind of behavior typically gets you eighty-sixed from any establishment, but luckily you were regulars. The man was kicked out immediately, and the crowd cheered.

"Yeah, just need to put on my clothes and dry my hair." You slipped into your khakis, white tennis shoes, shirt, and a grey sweater with your last name printed on the back. Not cute, but very convenient to wear such bland clothes. You do like to keep up with fashion, though you never ventured out to wear outside of certain colors- earth tones, grey, black, white, blue, and beige. Timeless and effortless. You unwrapped your towel from your hair and began to dry it.

"You know you should really just borrow my hair dryer," Marie said as she fussed over your wet hair. You rolled your eyes and began to put your hair in a braid.

"Yeah, yeah."

"No, really! You'd look so gorgeous with a little more volume and-"

"Marie."

"Alright, fine. But just keep that in mind... You never know who might be checking you out." She smirked at you with a twinkle in her eye.

The second eye roll of the morning.

"You're still going with that Javi thing?"

Marie shrugged and wrapped an arm around your shoulders. "I don't know, maybe? I mean you guys have some sexual tension every time we do any training together."

"No, I'm just competitive. That's all, Marie. Besides, doesn't he have a fiancé?"

"I'm just competitive- right. You've convinced no one, sweetie. The two of you just need to do the deed before we all get separated. And yeah, that's what I heard, but I haven't seen a fiancé." You sighed and slipped out of Marie's half embrace.

"Come on, let's get breakfast..."

She was right though. You couldn't deny that sexual tension between you and Javier Peña, but the man was a flirt. He was easy on the eyes, smart, athletic, and charismatic. The girls were always smirking and giving him bedroom eyes. Of course, you had no idea if the tension was one sided, nevertheless, you were attracted to him. Were you going to do anything about it? No, of course not. There two things on your mind: excel and get hired. There was no time for romancing, especially not a flirty hunk (who might have a girl waiting for him) everyone is already swooning over. Despite the attraction and competition between the two of you, you can admit that Javi was a nice guy from time to time. In fact, he does consider you a friend in the academy. Even with the constant bickering and one-upping one another, the two of you would study together every now and then. Sometimes he even worked out or ate meals with you. You always wondered why that was- perhaps just to show he's not all bad? To avoid getting your heart broken and to kill what little hope for a deeper relationship, you have convinced yourself that Javi was just trying to get close to you to ruin your chances on becoming the top student in Quantico. That had to be it.

You and Marie found your usual table in the cafeteria and was soon joined by your other roommates, Eleanor and Wanda. Breakfast was simple today: oatmeal, fruit cup, coffee, and a boiled egg. The girls chatted with one another about the upcoming exams as they ate.

"Can you believe Wilson's giving us another test? That's what? Twice this month already?" Eleanor grumbled with a mouthful of oatmeal.

"Yeah, but it's just behavioral science. Not that bad, right, Y/N?" Wanda turned to you. "Besides, if you need help, you know you can ask Y/N for-"

"Unless she's going to ditch us to study with Peña again," Eleanor sneered. You turned bright pink. "Oh my god. You are studying with Peña!"

"Well, he asked, and-"

"Oh my god, you minx! You said you didn't like him!"

"No, I don't, but-"

"No but's! You totally have a thing for him! Look, Y/N, I am in total support of you sleeping with Peña, but just be aware that I will need-"

"Okay, that's enough Eleanor," Marie interjected, a finger pointing at her. "If Y/N says she's not into him, she's not. Besides, they're two very talented agents and they're always in competition with one another. Honestly, it makes sense." Despite the teasing earlier, Marie was always good at defending you when you needed it. Eleanor was always into her gossip and frankly, she needs to keep her cool more often when it comes down to academy rumors. "And Y/N should keep her enemies close, right, Y/N?"

You nodded and laughed. "Exactly. Think of it as like... a real life case- Peña is enemy number one, and I gotta keep my eye on him before he takes my number one spot."

"Speaking of which..." Wanda whispered. Her eyes were looking straight past you, and you didn't need to ask what- or rather who- she was looking at. You felt a familiar presence behind you before he slid to sit at the table.

"Well good morning, ladies!" Javier Peña flashed a smile and sipped some black coffee. "What are we talking about this morning?"

"Peña." Wanda responded, raising a brow. "What makes you think you're invited at our table? Don't you usually eat with your roommates?"

Javi frowned. "Aw, don't be like that, Wanda. Can't I visit my favorite ladies in the academy this fine morning?"

"You mean visit Y/N?" Eleanor smirked and nodded towards you. Javi put his hands in the air and chuckled. "You got me. Just here to check in with you for studying later. Still good at 17:30?"

"Yes, now go away and let me eat in peace, Javi," you respond before drinking your coffee.

"Ouch, alright, alright. Kind of cold this morning, Y/N. Maybe you and I could go for a run to heat things up?" You turned your head to Javi and rolled your eyes. Third eye roll of the morning. Javi laughed and stood, "See you ladies later." The other three ladies Eleanor was about to open her mouth, but you raised your hand to stop her.

"Don't, Eleanor. Stop fantasizing. Let's just get to the tracks before it gets crowded."

The rest of the morning and afternoon was calm. After breakfast you went straight to do physical training, then a short break before forensic science, another larger break, then communications, lunch with the girls, then the last two classes. You headed straight to your room to get out of your clothes, take a quick shower, then get into jeans and a clean shirt before heading to study with Javi. The shower room was quiet this evening, and you were grateful for that. You needed to think without everyone else making comments. This morning's exchange was curious. Javi never really came to check on you when you set up study time together. You always showed up, and he would always be there waiting. There was never a question whether you would be there or not, so why did he "check" with you?

"Whatever," you told yourself. You turned the knob off and quickly got ready before heading to the library. You grabbed your backpack and a stack of study materials, and started the short walk towards the library. Javi was already outside leaning against a pillar smoking a cigarette. You approached him and sighed as he put his cigarette out on the ground. "I know, I know, I should stop."

"It doesn't help your lungs, idiot."

"Yeah, I know. That's why you're so much smarter than me. Anyway, let's get going. I want to get to sleep earlier for once."

Studying with Javi wasn't as bad as you made it seem with the girls. He was a pleasant study partner and he did work hard on understanding the material. There were times when the two of you had opposing answers, and instead of getting frustrated, he went straight to the books to check. Most of the times you were right, and he would admit defeat. Honestly, he made you a better student despite the constant competition and snarky remarks with one another. As the two of you studied a particularly confusing case, you noticed Javi seemed to be on edge. You never really saw him this rigid or nervous before, and decided to take action.

"Want to take a break?" you asked, closing the folder.

"Hm? Why? We're almost done."

"Let's just take a break. Ten minutes."

Javi pursed his lips and admitted defeat. "Fine. Let's go take a walk."

The two of you headed back outside to take a couple laps around the campus. The moon was shining brightly already, and people were heading back to their dorms. A few of them waved or bid the two of you goodnight as they disappeared into the buildings. "So... Are you doing alright?" you asked after a few excruciating seconds of silence.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

"I don't know, Javi, you tell me. You came up to check on me this morning and you're body language right now doesn't exactly convince me that you're fine."

Javi reached into his pocket for a pack of cigarettes and his zippo. "Alright, fine. I'm just nervous about what comes after the academy."

"Why?"

Javi stopped walking, unlit cigarette nearly falling out of his lips. "W-well, I..." He paused, placed the cigarette back into the pack, and stared down at his feet. "I don't know. I'm just attached, I guess."

"To the academy?"

"No."

"Then what?"

"You know for someone so fucking smart, you're clueless."

You raised a brow and placed your hands on your hips. "What is this about, Javi?" Without another word, his lips were on yours. You didn't do that right? He did? You were frozen, but you let yourself give in, arms falling down at your sides while his hands found your face. It felt like an eternity before he pulled away.

"I don't know if I'll see you again after this, and I just wanted a chance to do that before we go our separate ways."

"Javi, this is just going to-"

"Complicate things, I know, but I'd rather do it than not do it at all. Didn't you know how I felt this whole time?"

"I mean... people talked, but I wasn't entirely sure. You flirted with everyone," you responded, waving your arms around. "How was I supposed to know?! Besides don't you have a-"

"Fiancé? I did." You could hear the hint of sadness in his voice. You wanted to pry and ask more about it, but perhaps this wasn't the best time. "I had a fiancé. It didn't work out. Look-" He took your hand in his, and squeezed it gently. "I'm leaving the country after the exit exams. Whatever happens, I just wanted to at least have this before we lose contact."

"Alright, I get it... I wish you would have just told me sooner, Javi." He tucked your hair behind your ear and leaned in for another soft kiss. It was odd kissing someone you've been in constant competition with, but it felt... good, you suppose. It was not a great feeling. You weren't exactly happy, but you weren't angry or sad either. It just felt confusing and you didn't know this at the time, but this memory would haunt you in the future. For know you were going to savor the moment before it ended. Javi led you towards a more secluded area where the two of you devoured one another for a good twenty minutes before heading back to the library. The rest of the evening was more tense than before, but the two of you were professionals. After finishing your studies, he walked you to your dorm, kissed you goodnight, and went on his way. As soon as Javi disappeared, you opened the door to find the girls sitting around with mouths agape.

"Are you kidding me?!" Marie exclaimed, eyes wide with shock.

"WE SAW THAT!" Wanda squealed. "NO DENYING NOW, Y/N!!!"

Eleanor sat smugly, pretending to check her nails. "Told you!" You sighed and dropped your bag on the floor. They were right, you couldn't pretend and deny it anymore. They saw it from the peephole on the door, and there was no point in hiding when your face was as red as the apple Marie was holding. "Tell us everything!!" Marie said between the crunching of the apple in her mouth. "You have to!!! Roommate rules!"

Although you usually avoided discussions of romance and gossip, you couldn't help but retell everything to them. You never had a lot of encounters with men even before Quantico, and this one was a little more special than that of the few boys you have dated. The delight and squeals of joy from your friends made you laugh. It was a nice little jovial exchange that you desperately needed before heading to bed where you knew you were going to analyze everything that just happened. After an exciting discussion and the number of congratulatory hugs from them, you bid them goodnight. As you lay in bed that night, you couldn't help but caress your lips. He kissed you. Whatever happens after the academy, you at least had the chance to experience some sort of romance with Javier Peña.

Los Angeles, One year later

06:00

The aroma of coffee filled your apartment as your boyfriend busied himself with making breakfast as you showered and got ready. It has been a year since graduation, and you haven't heard from Javier Peña since then. There was no denying that it broke your heart a little, but you managed. Two months after graduating, you and Marie were immediately hired to be part of the FBI team in Los Angeles. It wasn't an easy transition, but you were grateful for the job that would distract you from the heartbreak, and even more grateful to be close to your family who lived in San Diego. After a few transitional months, you ended up meeting Adam, an LAPD officer. He was nice, but not as motivated as Javi. It was a little annoying at times... Adam preferred to do the desk work and slacked off a little often to your taste, and you would try to push him to get more motivated which only caused him to be irritable. After the few times you pushed, you decided to pick your battles better and here you are, six months later, living together in your apartment.

"Breakfast is ready!" Adam said, poking his head in the bathroom.

"Thanks, I'll be out there."

You stared at the mirror and inspected your image. After being around these LA folks, you began to learn how to do your hair and make up a tiny bit better, but still kept it minimal. Marie taught you techniques with your hair, and on your days off you would go over to Marie's apartment and the two of you would venture to the shopping malls to take a look at make up. It was nice to have a normal life for once- no studying, no Javi messing with your thoughts, and no shower time being shared. You headed into the kitchen and sat at the pub table where your breakfast of scrambled eggs and toast was already there waiting for you.

"I'll be late today, by the way," you said between bites. "I have a meeting with the director later."

"Oh. Okay... no problem," Adam responded. He sounded sad, but you were too busy to notice. Your attention was on the radio that was playing in the background. They were talking about Colombia and the cartels again. The war on drugs was becoming a prominent talk of the town, and the DEA agents were swamped with arrests and cases, particularly with the cocaine epidemic. Although it wasn't your branch, the FBI was becoming more and more involved with the cartel cases. Too many dead bodies were being reported, and not to mention the issues with communism. You seldom discussed these things with Adam, mostly because it was classified, but also he didn't seem to care too much about it. Often times he just wanted you to "relax" and "take it easy for once." It made you cringe the way he looked at the growing problems in the country- it was like he truly didn't care. You often found yourself devising a plan to break up with him, but never had the courage to pull the trigger. You needed an excuse- it'll be easier that way.

"What time do you think you'll be home?" he asked. "Don't you remember what today is?"

You looked up, a look of confusion and guilt on your face. Suddenly, it hit you- it was date night. The two of you had promised to do date nights once a week, and you've managed to skip out on it for the past three weeks. "Oh god, I'm so sorry, Adam. This is really-"

"Important. I understand. Don't worry, we have the weekend!" He always had an optimistic attitude despite the constant rainchecks you've been giving him. "I know you, Y/N. You're a hard working agent, and I know you can't really talk to me about what's going on in the FBI, but just please take some time off once in a while..."

You finished your cup of coffee, nodding to avoid any more conversations about taking the time off. This routine with Adam was beginning to get on your nerves. You stood from the table and planted a kiss on Adam's cheek before saying goodbye. On the way to the office, you picked up Marie who had a cup of coffee ready for the two of you.

"Jeez, what's with that face?" she asked as she handed you your cup. "Looks like you're off to a rough start already."

"Huh? Do I look that bad today?"

"No, make up looks great- it's your face. Did Adam do something?" You glanced at the side mirror and saw what she was talking about- you looked drained and annoyed. Perhaps this relationship was taking a much bigger toll than you expected. "No, he didn't. I'm just annoyed from the reports in the news this morning. They're not accurate, that's all." Marie shrugged and flipped the radio on to the FM radio. The commute to work with Marie always began with some music on the FM radio. This was a rule the two of you made- no news, no reports, no work talk in the morning. It was a great rule, really. It relaxed you guys before you entered the stressful lives as FBI agents. Marie worked mostly with missing persons, and you tend to get assigned to terrorism and surveillance. The past month you were teamed up with DEA. The Colombian cartels have wreaked havoc in California, and it was a blood bath. Your day consisted of lots of digging up files today. Reports, some interrogation (though thankfully you didn't need to do the interrogation yourself), and lots of calls. By the end of the day, you were looked absolutely exhausted. You sat behind your desk reading some files when the director appeared seemingly out of nowhere- or you were just not paying attention.

"Evening, Y/LN," he greeted. The director was a proper looking man in his mid fifties. Mr. Smith always wore a black suit, and his black and pepper hair was always slicked back with pomade and even his mustache was incredibly clean and trimmed. He never came to work with stubble, and he always seemed to smell like leather and aftershave.

"Evening, sir," you respond, closing the file and standing to shake his hand.

"This is urgent. We need to talk now." Smith led you to his office, letting you in first before closing the door. You took a seat and folded your hands on your lap, attempting to control your nervousness. He took his seat behind the large oak desk that was as neat as the way he looked.

"Let's cut to the chase, kid. You're getting transferred."

"I'm sorry? Did... Did I do something wrong?" Your mind always went straight to the worst case scenario- anxiety does that to you.

"No, christ, Y/N, absolutely not. You've been one of our best agents, but your intellect and skills have been requested elsewhere. We're taking a huge loss, but this is an opportunity of a lifetime." Smith paused and leaned back in his leather chair. He furrowed his thick brows and placed his hand on the side of his face. He was studying your body language- from what he could see, you were confused. You didn't show it physically, but your eyebrows made a small twitch. It was enough for him to know you were concerned.

"How would you like to go to Colombia?"

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ushiwakaa · 4 years

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𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐄

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : you’re a pre-med student working the closing shift at your part-time job when you find an injured gangster by the dumpster.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : ushijima wakatoshi x gn!reader

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : fluff

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 : gun induced injury, ( potentially ) graphic description of said injury

𝐚/𝐧 : sometimes idk if i do this fic thing right !! anyway !! this is dedicated to the brave captains of my ushijima harem , @from-left-to-write and @bubbleteaa

While your parents give you what they can, it’s barely enough to pay tuition and living expenses while you’re off at school. Picking up a part-time job gives you some pocket money and something to take your mind off of studying.

The coffee shop you work part-time at is a tiny, yet bustling spot in the heart of the financial district. As one of the few university students that work there, you get the privilege of working morning shifts. This means, you plaster on your brightest smile at six in the morning to laugh kindly with business men who deign to pick up their own coffee and grouchy interns who are dissatisfied with getting their boss’.

On instinct, you smile brightly at the chime of the door.

“Good morning, Washijo-san! How are you?”

The regular at your store was grumpy old thing with a stubby nose and bushy brows. His suits were befitting of his location: impeccably pressed. While he appeared to be perpetually unhappy, you knew that was a lie. You swore to all your coworkers that there was a heart underneath his gruffness.

The elderly gentleman gives an endearing huff, ignoring your question. “Small black.”

You don’t let it deter you as you beam at the man. “Anything else, Washijo-san?”

“Ushijima—” the man grunts— “do you want anything?”

The man on his left silently shakes his head.

“That’s all.”

“Coming right up!” You chime.

Washijo hands you crisp bill — significantly more than his total. When you hand him the change, as he does with every visit, he promptly dumps it into the tip jar. Your heart jumps in guilt but, as a struggling student, you swallow your tongue.

“Thank you!”

Washijo waves you off flippantly as he takes a seat. In his stead, the young man waits stoically by the counter. As you ready the man's coffee, you watch his companion from the corner of your eye.

While you had many questions for the old man, the most interesting mystery of all was the string of bodyguards who followed his every whim. While you’d gotten used to the anxiously eager Goshiki and his oatmeal chocolate chip cookie, your interest was piqued by latest guard by his side. He was strong jawed with a stern look to him — broad shouldered and serious. Like his boss, his well-tailored suit was befitting of the bankers in the area.

“Ushijima-kun, right?”

His eyes are far more intense than you anticipate. Lightning runs up your spine when he raises his head. He nods.

A second is lost on you as you try to compose yourself. “Um… Do you work with Washijo-san?”

“He’s my boss.”

Your heart almost stops. His voice is a deep timber, gravelly from lack of use. His words leave a resounding echo in your ears despite the low volume.

…Is this love? The dopey grin on your face grows.

“You must work around here then!”

He nods.

“Very nice!” You place the steaming cup of coffee on the serving counter before wiping your hands on your apron. “It’s a great place to walk around during your lunch break. Before I got a job here, I worked at the hospital around the corner. I could never decide where to go for lunch.”

Reaching for the coffee, he asks, “Why did you leave the hospital for a coffee shop?”

“It was just a summer internship program!” You reply as you begin plating a pair of sugar cookies. “I’m studying pre-med, actually.”

He gives a hum and you place the cookies in front of him. He frowns.

“We didn’t order those.”

“Don’t worry about it.” It was a feeble attempt to balance out the ridiculous amount the elderly man had supplied to your tip jar over the last year. “You should come by with Washijo-san more often, though! It’s nice to see new faces.”

—

It’s sort of like speaking a curse aloud. You don’t see Washijo, or the young man for a handful of weeks after that. While your tip jar remains fairly healthy thanks to your charming customer service, you do miss the endearing demeanour of the grouchy old man.

Shamefully, you can’t say that you don’t hope to see Ushijima, though. While you don’t share the same rapport with him yet, you would like to. There was something endearing about his quiet personality. He was like a sleeping volcano. There was something hidden just below the surface.

Without noticing, you find yourself grinning into the pages of your anatomy textbook.

After cleaning steadily throughout the night — all you have to do at this point is empty the pastry case and take out the trash. With nothing else to do, of course you spend your free time studying. It’s a boring way to pass the time, but it trickles away quickly.

The clock uneventfully strikes one and you flip the welcome sign.

As you’re looking out of the glass, watching a cat cross the sheet — two men run past the storefront, one taunts their tail with a daunting tune barely muffled through the glass. It sends a shiver up your spine.

Quickly, you lock the door before retreating further into the store.

You definitely prefer morning shifts, but with the younger part-timers out of school for the time being — you had no choice but to pick up the closings for fairness sake.

A sigh escapes your lips as you lament your tragic life as a university student. You push open the back door with your shoulder, lugging along a large garbage bag. It’s a struggle with your weak arms, but you manage to heft it into the garbage dump in the back alley.

As you give yourself a congratulatory pat on the back, you find yourself jumping six feet into the air.

Tucked behind the dumpster is a man, his long legs barely hidden behind the length of the trash heap. While you’d really like to run back inside, shut off the lights and lock up for the night, your morality wins.

“Are you okay?” You ask, coming to his side.

He groans in response.

“Do you think you can stand?”

He shakes his head.

You help him into the back of the store and lead him to sit at your makeshift break table. In the light, you can finally see his face.

“Ushijima-kun,” you gasp, kneeling at his side.

You can see two bright spots of poppy-red blossom into the white of his dress shirt. You stiffen your gasp with the sleeve of your sweater before inspecting his wound. The buttons of his shirt come undone with a touch of your nimble fingers. You swallow back a second gasp. Though you saw a hint of his wounds through the poplin fabric, you’re not ready to stare directly at the angry pucker of red skin in his red pectoral.

“I—” you pull away, patting at your pockets in search of your phone— “I need to call the ambulance. This… This is more than I can handle. Well, actually this is — this is entirely more than I know how to handle but—”

You’re startled out of your panic by the warmth of his touch on your arm. He says nothing to you but shakes his head instead.

“No ambulance,” he appeals.

Your hands drop to your sides. “Okay. No ambulance.”

When you move to your feet, he tights his grip on your sleeve. His sharp eyes, previously wary, watch you desperately.

“I’m just going to wash my hands.”

His grip goes lax.

With the first aid kit hung on the wall and your mediocre knowledge of dressing a gunshot wound, you do your best to treat his wounds. You’ve yet to learn how to clean a gunshot wound specifically but you’ve always been good at guessing games. Applying what you know from the pdfs you stole off the online library: you clean, you dress, and you bandage.

When the silence of it all gets unbearable, you croak, “You know. This isn’t what I meant when I told you to come by more often.”

“Sorry,” he mumbles.

“It’s okay,” you reply, disinfecting the wound. You offer an apologetic smile when he winces. “I’m just glad to see you, really. I haven’t seen you in weeks.” A weak laugh escapes you. “I mean, you and Washijo-san, obviously. He’s one of my favourite regulars. I was worried.” You can’t seem to look away from the gunshot. “I mean… I guess it was for good reason.”

He says nothing, lulling the two of you into another bout of silence. You mask your disappointment as you move away from him — reaching for a dressing pack in the first aid kit. As steadily as you can, you apply the dressing to his chest wound.

Perhaps you’re distracted by his chiselled pectorals, or maybe you’re exhausted past the capabilities that your brain can handle at one in the morning — regardless, your startled gaze meets his intensity when he grunts.

For an infinity confined within the limits of second, you can feel his heart beat within his chest.

“This is an occupational hazard.”

They’ve said that lightning doesn’t strike twice, but here you are: silent in an aftershock.

“…This?”

He stares at you for a hard moment. “This.”

“Getting… Shot?”

“Yes. Similar to how an athlete expect injuries, I too expect injuries.”

Your lips press into a frown. “I don’t know many people who would take a bullet for their job.”

“As I mentioned, this is an—”

“Occupational hazard,” you cut him off with a roll of your eyes. “I heard. I guess this means that finding men hiding in my trash is also an occupational hazard.” As you fix him with your sternest glare, you simultaneously smooth down his dressing. “Should I expect more injured men outside my store at one in the morning? Because you should know that I rarely close and I should really pass along the message.”

He has the sense to look embarassed but it doesn’t look quite right on him.

“I couldn’t go anywhere else.” Then, quietly, he adds, “I hoped it would be you.”

A list of places come to mind, but rather than chew him out, you fix him with a stare. You stare at him until you’re sure he can see the questions overflowing from your ears. One glaring question stands above the rest, but for some reason, you can’t manage to ask it. Instead, you stand, putting a comfortable distance between you two.

“Do you want a cookie? I forgot to empty the pastry display.”

—

Other than a handful of students huddled on the couch in the back corner of the café, the store is virtually empty in the last fifteen minutes to close. After that encounter with Ushijima ( who a couple weeks later grunted and said, “Call me Wakatoshi.” ), you began to pick up closing shifts more often. While Washijo lamented this fact to your manager, you decided you liked having Wakatoshi walk you home after your shift more than the tips.

As you doodle absently in the margin of your textbook, the café door slams open. Wakatoshi isn’t usually so flamboyant, but you’ve learned to control yourself when startled.You look at the clock pointedly, then at your boyfriend.

“Toshi,” you whine, “you’re — oh. What happened to Tendou?”

The redheaded man hangs limply, upright only thanks to your boyfriend’s support.

“I — believe it or not — got shot!” In spite of his pale face, he’s scarily gleeful.

“Crazy,” you cheer weakly, coming to support him on his other side. “Why don’t you tell me more about it in the back.”

On noticing the injured redhead, the group hightail it out of the store — leaving behind their dirtied plates and mugs.

“Have a good night!” You call after them.

Tendou rolls his head back. “Have a good night~!”

Over his head, you give your boyfriend a pointed look. He meets your look. While his eyes still smoulder, you can see the tiredness in his movements as well. You give a sigh.

Biting the bullet, you decide not to chew out your boyfriend for letting his injured friend bleed allover you freshly swept store. Instead, you apply the same care to Tendou as you do when you do when treating your boyfriend.

“You’re better at this than Shirabu,” he says with a contented sigh, munching on the sugar cookie you had set aside for Wakatoshi.

You smile at the compliment. “Thanks, Tendou. Really, I’m still in school though.”

“Don’t diminish your talents,” Wakatoshi proclaims, pausing in his sweeping.

You give him a glare. Without a word, he continues.

“Rest here for a bit, okay, Tendou? I just need to finish closing up the store and then we’ll figure out what to do after.”

Tendou’s already humming under his breath as you walk back to the front. Wakatoshi, apparently finished sweeping, is behind the counter taking out the trash. He stops when he sees you, coming to your side. Immediately you pout.

“I’m sorry for bringing Tendou.” When your pout doesn’t go away, he takes matters into his own hands and draws you carefully into his chest. “I know it was supposed to be just us, but—”

You sigh. “It’s okay, Toshi. I’m not mad.”

While you’re still encircled in his arms, he pulls away to peer at your face. “You aren’t? You look mad. And, you’re not saying anything. That is an indicator that you’re not okay—”

“I’m upset because that could’ve been you, Toshi. You’re still healing from your last injury. You’re in absolutely no shape to be getting in more fights!”

You smack him lightly on his chest but he quickly catches your wrist. You try again and he catches you, again. You glare at him. He stares at you. You wind back your leg. Before you get a chance to kick him, he wraps his arms around you and hoists you off the ground.

You gasp, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Put me down!”

Rather than listening to you, he hugs you tighter.

“Babe!”

Now, he’s walking.

“Toshi!”

When he releases you, the both of you fall into the worn pleather of the back corner couch. The fall is sudden enough to surprise you out of your anger. Still, encaged in his arms, you look up at your boyfriend moodily.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he murmurs. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

The gentleness of his words relax you and all you can hear is his heartbeat.

“I know it’s an occupational hazard, but I can’t help but worry about you.”

His hand moves from your waist to gently pat your hair. “Thank you for caring about me.”

You melt in his arms — there’s something beautiful his softness.

“Toshi?” You murmur, squirming in his arms to look into his eyes. “You know I love you, right?”

He gives you a gentle smile, leaning in to give you a soft peck on the lips. “I love you too, baby.”

—

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wastelandcth · 4 years

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omg a blurb about cal loosing his fave sensation shirt 😳 i feel he’d freak out and be sad so the reader spends all day trying to find it for him while he’s at work and she finds it and his empathy hoodie and other gems that she can make him feel better with 🥺 i love a couple thst is willing to do anything to make each other happy

okay this was such a cute concept and i was freezing cold when i was writing this (also missing fall so..)

Missing Shirts

Calum was already having a bad morning. He'd slept through his alarm and Duke had chewed one of his toys during the night, leaving small puffs of cotton and stuffing around the bedroom. It didn't help that he'd dropped his toothbrush in the sink, spilling toothpaste everywhere. But the final straw to his bad morning was when he tried to get dressed and his sensation shirt he'd meant to wear that day was missing.

He'd seen the shirt a couple of days ago in the laundry basket, folded and sitting upon a load of laundry. He'd been planning on wearing it with his black jeans, an outfit that was good enough for the studio time they had booked today, knowing that Andy was joining them to film some content for their Instagram. Not that it was that important to him, but he really liked the comfy shirt and the idea of it being missing made his morning worse.

She'd been in the kitchen when Calum walked out, his eyebrows furrowed as he saw Duke messing with the unstuffed toy. She could tell that Calum was in a mood, he was quiet and his body seemed tense. She stirred the pot that contained oatmeal, the warm gooey substance meant to warm them both on the chilly October morning. The smell of coffee filled her nose as she heard Calum shuffling along the kitchen, leading Duke outside into the patio.

"Have you seen my sensation shirt?" he asked after coming back inside and pressing a kiss to her head after saying his good mornings. His breath smelled like coffee, his warm body pressed against hers made the chilly air blowing in from outside seem like just a breeze. Her sock-clad feet turned to face him, sleep still evident in her features, her body leaning up to kiss him gently.

"I'm sure it's around here somewhere. I saw it yesterday I think?" she shrugged, her voice soft compared to his which was filled with sleep and unease. "I'll look for it when I do laundry today, yeah?" she mumbled as he pressed another kiss to his warm lips.

Calum felt his worries and anger leave him as he held her close, her body pressed up against his as he shielded her from the weather outside. Not even Duke's parting outside could distract him from that moment when the smell of coffee overtook them both. By the time he had walked out to his car, wrapped in a black hoodie that kept his body warmth in and the cold out, Calum had felt a little lighter, the oatmeal in his belly making him feel warm and happy.

Cleaning had always been a chore for her, always something she hated. But when she got her own place in LA, cleaning became a sort of meditation, a way to clear her mind. She liked days when Calum was out at the studio and she was off from work, it gave her time to clean and be able to have time for herself. She could sing at the top of her lungs and dance along to whatever song she had playing through the speakers in the living room. She'd been cleaning out their bedroom when she spotted a green fabric under the bed frame, her head laying on the floorboards as she used her phone for light to see under the bed.

The laugh that left her chest echoed throughout the room, her body shaking against the floor as she grabbed the pile of clothes next to the sleeping dog. Duke, not too pleased with his hiding spot being found, followed her as she walked out to the laundry room with a pile of Calum's clothes.

"He's not going to be too happy with you, knowing that you're stealing his clothes for your den." she laughed, patting the dog’s head as she put the clothes in the washing machine. "Gonna have to use those puppy dog eyes to your advantage, baby grampa." she chuckled, walking out to the kitchen to make herself lunch.

Calum had the worst day. The studio had never been a stressful place for him, not until today. Nothing he'd written made sense, all the notes he'd try to play were off, and to make matters worse, the heating didn't work, meaning the guys all had to work in a cold studio for over ten hours. His throat hurt from singing lines over and over again, his fingers in pain from plucking the strings of his bass all day long. Even now as he drove home, he was stressed, his fingers gripping the steering wheel tightly as he tried to navigate the LA traffic. Pulling into the driveway, Calum felt a sense of relief as he spotted her car, knowing he was coming back home to her returning that warm feeling in his stomach.

The house smelled like apples and cinnamon when he walked in the front door. Calum's eyes closing as he took in the scent of the candles that were lit all around the house. He glanced around the kitchen and living room, his eyebrow raising as he didn't spot the small dog or his girlfriend anywhere. Walking over to his office, he set down his bag that held his laptop and other things he used in the studio. Once his bass was safe in the spot he always left it, he made his way over to the bedroom, pushing the door open and peeking his head inside to find them both snuggled under the covers, the light from her laptop illuminating her face.

"Hi gorgeous," he mumbled as his feet dragged against the floor as he made his way over to the bed. His body collapsed onto the bed next to her, a yawn leaving him as he felt her arms wrap around his frame and pull him close. "Missed you today, was a bad one." he sighed, his eyes closing as her fingers ran through his hair, scratching gently at his scalp. She listened to him as he ranted about his day, about how nothing seemed to work out for him today, about how the cold seeped into his bones and made everything hurt. He told her about how tired he got sometimes and how he really just missed her as he drove back home.

"I have a surprise for you," she said softly as his voice turned from angry words to soft whispers. "I found your shirt." she nodded, chuckling as he lifted his head up from where it laid on her chest. His eyebrow quirking up as he leaned against his elbows, his head tilted to the side as he waited for the rest of her story.

Slipping out of bed, the cold floor made her grateful that she was wearing fuzzy socks, she walked over to the closet where the had hidden the laundry basket away from Duke. Calum's eyes widened as he saw the basket full of clothes he'd thought he'd lost while on tour or she'd taken into her closet.

"I was cleaning the room today, saw something hiding under the bed." she chuckled, sitting on the edge of the bed while holding the basket, "Looks like a certain baby grampa was making a den under our bed and had wanted to have some of his dad's clothes with him." she smiled, looking over at Duke, whose ears had perked up at the mention of him.

Calum chuckled as he looked between the basket full of clothes and the small dog who was wagging his tail excitedly at both of his people. He looked through the basket, grinning as he saw the Sensation shirt, his Empathy hoodie, even his iconic Maine shirt was folded neatly in the basket. It warmed his heart, knowing that the small dog had wanted a piece of him to have while he was away, it made him happy to know that he was wanted in his little family. He was also grateful for her, knowing that she'd do whatever she could to make him happy, even when a missing shirt was just the thing that made him spiral into his own brain. And that night, as sleep overtook them both, he couldn't help but pull her closer to his chest, the feeling of the Empathy hoodie she was wearing Calum had never felt more loved and warm, even in the chilly fall night.

#calum hood imagine #5sos imagines #5sos blurbs #calum hood blurb #5sos one shot #calum hood one shot #calum hood #5sos #gemma writes #anon requested

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ootori-sibs · 3 years

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The Ootori princess

Chapter ten: Big brother's support

Tw: internalised transphobia, misplaced support

Sitting down at the dinner table, Kyoya felt the weight that had been lifted from her shoulders settle back down. Yuuichi didn't know- and Kyoya had only just accepted it herself… herself… it felt good to think about herself in such a way. The epiphany had happened just that evening, a little while after returning from the park. Kyoya had been considering the fact for a while, but she finally ran out of excuses and distractions, she had to face the fact that there was a bigger reason she wasn't like her brothers… why she was so much more like Fiyumi, although they were different too- it came with the territory, Kyoya figured.

"Kyoya? Are you alright? You haven't touched your food," Yuuichi interrupted her train of thought, a kind smile that only Dr to remind Kyoya of the horror that she'd have to tell him at some point.

"I… yes, apologies, I had something on my mind." She admitted, looking down at her food; they were having sushi today, sashimi mostly. That was good, Kyoya enjoyed sashimi.

A sigh from her older brother, and Kyoya looked up to see his eyes were filled with concern, "there's been a lot on your mind lately, is there something wrong? Anything I should know?" Oh god, Kyoya instantly froze, her entire body locking up as she desperately thought to find an escape.

She swallowed, not looking her brother in the eyes, "I suppose there has been, but it's nothing you're… not aware of," she lied, but only to protect herself. She loved and trusted her brother of course, but this was an entire can of worms she definitely wasn't willing to open right now.

Yuuichi sighed, “Kyoya… you know I can tell when you’re lying to me, right?”

"Lying to you..?" She knew there was no way to lie for a second time, so she could only hope to escape, "I don't think… it was anything bigger than a white lie. Nothing harmful, but still, I apologize." Kyoya hung her head, hoping that Yuuichi would just drop it.

He didn't, Yuuichi was a good, caring older brother, "please tell me, I want to help you…" he then sighs, "you don't have to though, I'm just… I want to help you, I can't help you if I don’t know what's wrong.” Kyoya bristled at that, not liking how her brother was prying into her business like that. She sighed and gripped the tablecloth tightly trying not to panic.

“Yuuichi, I’m sorry but I cannot tell you what I’m thinking about right now, I’m just not prepared for that discussion at the moment.” She bit the inside of her lip, hoping that would be enough for Yuuichi.

"Alright, I understand," he glanced back down at the plate, "I apologize if I crossed a line."

That night, Kyoya couldn't sleep. She was still reeling from figuring it out and then from telling Haruhi. She had eventually gotten out of bed and just sat at the computer, she didn't have anything she had to do, but maybe a game of solitaire would relax her. Unfortunately the more she played, the more frustrated she got, although at least now it wasn't due to gender.

She wasn't sure how she got there, but she was online shopping after a while, looking at dresses and skirts. Kyoya knew she wouldn't be able to wear them outside but still… it was a wonderful idea to simply wear them. She found some purple pringle-pattern socks, in both normal and knee-high variety. Pleased to have something to wear in public, she bought it, quickly following the purchase up with a more pointed version of her regular school shoes, nothing wrong with looking just a little more feminine. It's not like anyone would notice, just her.

Kyoya also thought about names, Haruhi had asked if she'd like to change her name- to find one more suited to a lady.

When Kyoya woke up in the morning, she got dressed, slowly dragging herself downstairs to get coffee. Madeline was there when he got into the kitchen, making some oatmeal. She glanced over when Kyoya entered the room, "mornin'! How're ya feeling?"

She just let out a low groan, almost a growl, grabbing the coffee pot. Usually that was enough to make maids stop talking to Kyoya, but for some reason those two weren't scared of him, Madeline even chuckled.

"Well someone ain't a morning person, sit down baby, I'll get you your coffee." She took the pot from Kyoya's hands, ushering her to sit down. The woman started making the coffee with one hand, using the other to stir the pot of oatmeal, Kyoya had to admit that it was quite impressive. "Are you alright though? The master seems quite worried about you."

"My brother can worry all he likes," Kyoya sighed, she did truly feel bad, but she still wasn't ready to tell him, she would when she was ready though, "it will not change a thing."

"Oh?" Madeline set the coffee down in front of Kyoya, along with a bowl of oatmeal with syrup, coffee granules and cherry blossoms to decorate, "is there something you're not telling him?"

Kyoya just sighed, trying a mouthful of the oatmeal- oh that was good, a hum of approval left her lips, causing Madeline to smile. "I'm not at liberty to tell you about any of that, you are just a maid after all."

She nodded, serving out two more bowls of the oatmeal- Yuuichi must have gone to work already, "I get that, but you have to know that I'm here for you. I'm not gonna tell your brother, or anyone else. You need someone you can talk to, and you don't know me that well, I'm 'no one of consequence' as you would put it. I'm not pressuring you, but if you feel like it, I'm always an open ear."

"Alright, I'll consider it." Kyoya sighed, she ate her oatmeal quietly, pondering the offer given. She supposed she would need someone to talk to, she couldn't just burden Haruhi with everything. Maybe she would talk to Madeline about it, not now though. Right now, Kyoya was thinking about her big brother, had he gone to work already? He’d promised Kyoya that he’d spend the day with her, that he just had one meeting in the morning. So naturally, Kyoya was excited, she idolised her big brother, the fact that she’d get to spend the entire day with him made her very happy. She wondered where he was, probably at that meeting already, but she might ask just to be sure, "where is my brother? Has he gone to work?"

"Oh? Not at all," Madeline chuckled, "he's actually still asleep, the meeting doesn't start for an hour." Oh wow, Kyoya had woken up before her brother for once, she felt a strange sense of pride at that. Funny.

Speak of the devil, Yuuichi came waltzing in not that much later, grabbing the coffee, "mmm, coffee always smells better in the morning, doesn't it Kyo?"

Kyoya smiled up at her brother, feeling a little happier to hear Yuuichi acknowledge her in that informal way he so often did. "Good morning, good luck at your meeting today."

Yuuichi glanced back at him, smiling softly, "you're coming with me, you can get dressed after breakfast, I'll help you pick out an outfit if you want?"

Oh! She was coming with? Kyoya smiled up at him, "why? Where are we going after that?" If Yuuichi wanted to help her pick out an outfit, then he must have something specific in mind.

"Well I figured we could go to the beach and have a little picnic, then we could go shopping," he sips his coffee slowly, looking over some papers as he speaks, "how does that sound? We can do something else if you'd rather."

"The beach sounds nice, one of our private ones I assume?"

"No actually, I found a nice public one, it's never used much though, and there's a nice hidden area we can use." Interesting, Kyoya had very little experience with public beaches, she assumed it would be quite crowded on a day like this but Yuuichi seemed to know how to avoid people, so she was happy. She nodded, imitating Yuuichi with the way she held her coffee cup, taking a sip.

"That sounds wonderful, I think I might enjoy that."

After breakfast, they went up to Kyoya's bedroom, to decide on her outfit for the day. "Do you have any shorts?" Yuuichi asked, pulling open the door to the walk-in-wardrobe and stepping in.

"A few, yes." Kyoya felt her heart hammering in her chest as she realised she also kept the skirt she'd taken from Haruhi in the drawer with the shorts, "although it might rain later today so is that really a good idea?"

"Nonsense!" Yuuichi chuckled at that, "have you seen how bright it is out there? There's no way it'll rain!" Kyoya winced as she saw him open the drawer, a look of mild surprise appearing on his face for just a second before Yuuichi frowns. "You have so many khakis, they don't look good Kyoya! Get better shorts!" He tossed a pair of knee length jean shorts at Kyoya, huffing, "this is why we need to go shopping."

"What's wrong with my shorts?" Kyoya frowned, picking up the shorts she was given. She definitely didn't like the shorts, but they were the straightest thing she could think of- and father had hated it when Kyoya 'dressed gay'. Although he had said being gay was fine as long as she didn't act on it… hey, does that make her straight now? Because she's only interested in boys, but also she's definitely a girl now… so she's straight? Well, guess that would make father happy… obviously not but it was an amusing thought.

"Hmm… oh this is new!" Yuuichi took the little black dress out, looking at it, "this is a long top, almost a dress," he chuckles, "it's cute though, you should wear it."

Kyoya swallowed, a bubble in her throat appearing at the idea of wearing a dress in public. Sure, Yuuichi clearly didn't think it was a dress, but it definitely was just me, and Kyoya was terrified of the idea of being seen like that. "Isn't it a little too long?"

"I don't think so? Your shorts are knee length so it's fine-"

"But! But… it wouldn't go with the jean shorts, it would look bad," Kyoya was full on panicking at this point, thrown into thoughts of people seeing her in a dress like that… it was horrifying.

"Alright, alright," Yuuichi glanced at her with a strange look in his eyes before nodding and putting the dress back, "you've got this white turtleneck? That's cute?"

She sighed, sitting down on her bed, "I suppose I do," she was tired already, of course she was looking forward to the picnic and spending time with her brother. It was just… the panic just then took a surprising amount of energy out of her.

Yuuichi stepped out of the wardrobe, frowning, "are you alright?" Kyoya looks up at him, trying to hide the sudden fear still in her face, it evidently fails as Yuuichi looks heartbroken. He sat down next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her in, "I'm sorry, I figured it was a dress, I was just trying to be supportive…" Kyoya pauses at that, supportive? It seemed Yuuichi wasn't done, however, as he began to stroke her hair, "I noticed you'd been experimenting with women's clothing, so I figured I'd be encouraging. I'm sorry Kyoya, I didn't mean to scare you like that."

Huh… Yuuichi had noticed, of course he had, Kyoya hadn't been all too subtle. The frilly apron, the instant approval of the hairclips, the talking to Haruhi in private. How hadn't Kyoya noticed his support before? God, her big brother was so sweet and… and he didn't care about Kyoya wearing dresses, so maybe he wouldn't care about her being a girl…

She stared at Yuuichi's face, it was ok, there was nothing but trust and love in those eyes, Kyoya was safe. Kyoya could speak, she was willing herself to tell him, to be free to be herself at least here. Once he knew, she could buy more dresses. It was safe to tell him, of course it was,

but Kyoya couldn't bring herself to say it.

Instead, she just burst into tears, quiet, almost inaudible sobbing as she leaned her head into Yuuichi's chest. Poor Yuui was surprised but instantly comforted her, continuing to stroke her hair gently, "hey… hey, it's ok Kyo, I've got you. Your big brother is here, everything's going to be fine." He sighed, and began huming something soft, a song that Kyoya reconised as a stupid 50s song, the kind mother would always listen to, but of course, Yuuichi had changed the melody… it was a lullaby now.

"...big brother…"

#kyoya ootori #ouran high school host club #yuuichi ootori

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nickiewrites · 4 years

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Acts of Love. (Ransom Drysdale)

Type: Fluff

Warnings: Swearing mentions of sex

Words: 1,578

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x reader

Summary: You and Ransom have been going out for a while and were together all of quarantine. But now your college and work has opened back up. It’s the weekend before and Ransom is being…clingy.

A/N:

This turned out... SO DIFFERENT than I imagined but I still think its cute af

The loud crack of thunder from outside the window jolted me awake. I blinked my eyes, wondering what time it was, since it was dark in the room but still light enough to see things. I grabbed my phone off the bedside table.

10:38 am

I yawned, stretching out my arms and legs, dragging my hands down the expensive sheets. They were the softest material, lightweight and breathable black sheets. At least $500 for the set. I started making snow angel-like movements when my hand hit something next to me. I smiled and turned towards that side of the bed. Another loud crack of thunder and a strike of lighting make his eyes open slightly.

“Shit, that’s loud.” He groans.

“Yeah I know. Woke me up too.”

“How long ago?”

“Not long.”

“Guess we can’t have our coffee on the porch today.” Ransom huffed.

I crawled out of bed, walking to his side of the bed and grabbing his sweater from the ground. I found my panties on the end of the bed frame and grabbed them and slipped both items on.

“It’s okay, as long as I’m with you.” I smiled, walking out of the bedroom and through the penthouse to the kitchen. I started up the coffee maker, making mine first. As that was brewing, I made some oatmeal and bacon. The sound on the machine went off and I switched it to make Ransom’s coffee just the way he likes it; Black. When everything was finished, I put it all on a large tray and carried it back to the bedroom.

When I walked in, Ransom was sat on the bay window, adjacent to the large king size bed. With only his boxers on, he turned to look at me and smiled, rain pouring down the window behind him.

“You made breakfast aswell? You didn’t have too.” He said, voice still raspy from sleep. He stood up and grabbed the tray from me, putting it on the dresser next to the window. He sat back down on the cushioned seat and pulled me into his lap, my back resting against his chest. He turned to grab my coffee and handed it to me and then grabbed his. With his free arm wrapped around my middle. I rested my head on his arm.

“Want some food?” he asked after a minute.

“Sure.” I smiled, grabbing some bacon off the plate.

I thought to myself for a minute before I spoke up again. “I don’t want to go back to school.” I said.

I felt Ransom get tense underneath me. I knew he didn’t want to even think about it. We had only started dating a few months before pretty much the whole world went on lockdown. Ransom had asked me to stay at his condo with him during it, so I had packed some of my clothes and other necessities in a large suitcase and that was where I had been for the past 3 months. When the state of Massachusetts had started to open things up and I got called back to work and school, we both knew that things were going to change. We has gotten use to our new normal, spending all day together, watching movies, reading books, taking bathes, having sex, walks around the city, take out from our favorite restaurants in the park, more sex, dragging Ransom to the store because although we were in lockdown, we couldn’t have take-out every night. Everyday together for 3 months.

We had our fair share of fights, only one here or there, about stupid things. But I knew Ransom was stubborn and I never let us go to bed angry. He had also gotten soft and attached to me over the lockdown. Not so attached that he couldn’t be alone or his own person, but he had opened up to me, quiet profusely compared to when we had started dating. I understood him more than anyone else. And now that I was going to be gone all day, he didn’t want to slip into his old life.

“I know you don’t want to talk about it, and I don’t either, but I can’t say no. I have to go back to work and I’d like to graduate soon, at least.” I said, taking a bite of oatmeal and handing it back to him. I sat up and turned to face him.

“I can take care of you. Granddad likes you a lot, I’m sure if I told him I wanted to do that, he would be more than happy to give us a down payment on my share of the will right now.” He leaned in towards me.

I smiled. “I don’t want your money or your family’s money. I just want you. And as my boyfriend, you should support the fact that I’m working my ass off at my shitty job, just to pay for my schooling, so that I can get a good job, that I love, and I can spend more time with my needy significant other.” I laughed.

Ransom looked down at his hands before grabbing me and wrapping my legs around his middle, my hands resting gently on his abs, my head on his chest, arms running up and down my back softly. “I do support you in anything you do, baby. I just kinda forgot what life was like before this. I’m gonna miss you a lot.” He said, kissing my forehead.

I sighed, hearing the sadness in his voice, making me more depressed about having to leave him. “I’m gonna miss you too, I’ve gotten so use to being around you and dealing with your attitude. And not having to worry if I’ve left shit behind because… it’s all already here.” I giggled.

And it was almost as if a lightbulb went on in Ransoms head. He perked up.

“What if…you just... moved in here?”

I was silent for a minute, processing what he just said, before he continued.

“You’d be closer to work, closer to school, I could drive you and pick you up. Still have breakfast and dinner together, movies together on your days off. You wouldn’t have to worry about leaving anything… or leaving me. Because you would know you’re coming right back here.” He said, whispering the last part in my ear.

“Ransom- “I started before I was interrupted.

“Baby, think about it. You’re 22, you still live at home, you’ve told me so many times about how your sister drives you insane. I’ve also seen it first-hand.” He laughed.

“I-it’s not that. I just want to make sure you’re… serious. I don’t want you to regret it.”

“Of course not. Never, baby. I love you.” He said.

And he caught me breathless for the 2nd time in the past 10 minutes.

“W-what… what did you just…?” I stammered, looking up at him.

“I. love. you.” He spoke the words again. My mouth dropped open and my eyes widen.

“I would have asked you to move in with me if lockdown had happened or not. I love you so much, sweetheart. I’ve pretty much been whipped for you since the first time I laid eyes on you. Why do you think I started cleaning up my act? You make me want to be so much better.” He said, pulling me to him and attaching his lips with mine.

I felt butterflies in my stomach. I always did with him. Even when we first met and I knew nothing about how he felt about me but was very aware of his track record with girls, I still felt them. I felt them every time he grabbed my hand in the car, when he picked it up and kissed it, I felt them when his hand found the small of my back at family gatherings, I felt them when I dragged him to the store and he kept his arm around my shoulders while I push the cart and he talks to me about all the random shit that is put into foods. I feel them when we’re watching a movie together and Ransom tries to hide a laugh, but I can feel it or see or hear it. I feel them when we’re sitting outside, reading books and when we’re done, he asks me what I read and if I liked it or not, making me a coffee and genuinely listening to what I’m saying. I feel them when he stops by my work to bring me food and gives me a quick kiss on the cheek before he leaves. I feel them when I have loads of homework and he comes home, noticing how stressed I am, cooks the most simple dinner and brings it up to me and then after I’ve been frying my brain for 3 hours, he pulls me away and into the bathroom, seeing he’s drawn me a bath with the hottest water, the best smelling soap and my favorite show playing on his laptop, telling me he’d be just in the bedroom if I needed anything.

Obviously, I feel them during sex.

We had a lot of nights with rough, angry sex, just wanting to fuck each other so much, so badly. But also nights, like the first time, where we just want to be together, be close to each other, make love. And that’s when I get the butterflies.

When he shows me acts of love.

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