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littlerosetrove · 10 months

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CRITICAL THOUGHTS INCOMING

If the writers never make Buddie canon, I honestly think it’ll be a big disappointment and a dumb decision. Let me explain.

If the writers decide to keep Buck and Eddie with either A) Natalia and Marisol or B) some other women down the line, either case is, TO ME, uninteresting and boring. And frankly a disservice to the characters of Buck and Eddie.

Look, I already don’t have that much faith in the writers to - again if they decide to keep Marisol and Natalia around - make these two interesting, just for starters. History, aka canon, shows that the writers and powers that be don’t have much interest in making any love interest for Buck or Eddie interesting or particularly compelling.

Abby is an exception because she was a main character in season one. Shannon in her own way is an exception too, despite being a temporary side character.

TK, I guess, would be considered the second best “developed” character/love interest. But good god, at what cost? We effectively had to sit with TK for a season and a half to have it drilled into us that she’s selfish, career driven (in a bad way), struggles to be nice or have sympathy for others in any capacity, has unresolved daddy issues that she refuses to work on, and is an overall bitch. Wow, so glad we had to witness this for a season and a half. Oh and, no, TK may be a shitty person, but I didn’t find her to be all that interesting. (the actress was mediocre too, so that didn’t help matters)

Ali had a little sass to her and couldn’t handle the reality of Buck’s job (which is fine. it’s good she recognized they weren’t compatible). Not much else to her. Ana was a teacher, low key ableist, “nice,” and... fuck if I know what else. She was there and, to me, she was uninteresting.

Marisol hasn’t even been set up in any way beyond us, the audience, knowing that Eddie met her on a call, she pointed out the right glue in front of Eddie’s face, and she does DIY. At best she’s a one dimensional character right now.

Natalia is also, at present, pretty one dimensional as well. We only know her profession, but we’ve been given nothing else of substance to understand really why she has done or said anything in the show. We were shown she’s uncomfortable with Buck and his life, so she left, but came back because???? Natalia says she likes Buck, but we haven’t been shown why she does beyond her initial intrigue with his death. Her character already has a weird and rocky start, so.... Good luck to the writers.

Whether the writers decide to keep Natalia and Marisol and make them endgame, or bring in two new love interests at some point, I simply don’t have faith that the writers will make them good, compelling, and even somewhat decently developed characters. Yes I get that this show is a first responders show, and so that’s their focus, but my gosh if they can make interesting characters out of the people on their calls (not always, but sometimes), then why can’t they make the love interests for Main Characters interesting and fun to watch?????

The writers honestly wrote themselves into a corner making Buck and Eddie so incredibly stellar as an obvious romantic pairing. They WROTE these two as always having each others backs, always supporting each other, having fun together, being silly together, understanding each other on such a deep level truly no one else compares, loving each other, being protective of each other, having fantastic chemistry (that’s on the actors), and on and on. They WROTE these two as, truly, being perfect for one another in every way.

I really do think it will be such a bizarre and dumb decision to, potentially, never make Buck and Eddie canon.

I will also say that, for me, even if whatever LI Buck and Eddie end up with (that’s not each other) are developed well or even decently, I know I still won’t care about them. Why? Because again I already know Buck and Eddie are perfect for each other, so no one can compare.

Yes I’m a big Buddie shipper. I also recognize there are definitely people out there that easily accept simple (underdeveloped in my eyes) characters like Ali or Ana or Marisol, etc. I get that people will go with the flow of, “Buck/Eddie seem happy with this person, so that’s good enough for me.” I get that. But I’m not one of them, and definitely not for characters like Buck and Eddie who I think deserve better than poorly developed love interests. Like gd, am I really asking that much of the writers to do better when I know they have it in them?

In relation to all this I’ve stated in other posts that I don’t really care for Marisol or Natalia, and I don’t have to. I’m allowed to say “yeah I don’t really care for this character” without there being some deep and/or terrible reasoning behind it. I also don’t have to like specific storylines for characters. As this post indicates, I don’t care for the current romantic storylines of Eddie and Buck, but especially Buck (we’ve seen this movie four gd times already). If someone likes it in any way, that’s totally cool. You feel how you feel.

I doubt I’ll have anyone coming onto my post debating me about this, but just in case? Please don’t bother. I don’t care that the likelihood of Buck and Natalia lasting are probably low. Same with Eddie and Marisol. I just don’t care because I don’t care for these storylines. I’m not looking forward to seeing more of either of these storylines, no matter how long or short they last.

EDIT: Also? Holy shit I'm also just tired of Buck and Eddie being paired off with unmemorable and forgettable people. The most “memorable” one would probably be TK, but only because she’s such a bitch, and yet still uninteresting.

TL;DR? I want better for Buck and Eddie. Letting them get together and be together romantically is, I think, the best and logical decision for these characters.

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ablazenqueen · 3 years

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Absolutely fascinating how the singular scene we see of Buck and Taylor together ends with Buck disappointed and Taylor (understandably but still to his frustration) prioritizing her job over him. Even more fascinating how stark of a contrast that is to Eddie who can’t keep his eyes off Buck in every scene they share.

#taylor kelly is a queen and I wouldn’t want her any other way #but WOW are her and buck not compatible #just an observation please don’t come for my head #what I’m saying is that you can clearly see where their priorities are at #evan ‘buck’ buckley #taylor kelly #eddie diaz #buddie #I try not to be ‘anti’-anything but I feel like I should tag it #anti bucktaylor #911 fox #911 spoilers #panic #911 season five #911 season five premiere

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staliaqueen · 2 years

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We don’t talk about how Stalia started out enough. And I don’t mean 3x20, no, I’m talking 3x13–3x14. Because rewatching them through the lens of Stiles and Malia later getting together truly makes those episodes something else. What a fantastic start to their arc.

The Tate car crash was the first case Stiles’ dad worked after he was appointed sheriff, and now he’s revisiting it with his newfound knowledge of the supernatural because something about it always felt off. To help him, Stiles and Scott break into her house and go through her stuff so that Scott can try and catch her scent. We get Stiles saying, “I hate coyotes. So much.” (That, my folks, is what we in the business call dramatic irony.) Then he finds her coyote den and they invade that, too. Like, come on guys.

“Coyotes tip-toe?” “They tip-toe.” “Wow.”

And as Henry decides to go after the coyote, not knowing that it’s really his daughter, Stiles is adamant that he needs to be stopped, and convinces his dad that there really is a girl in that coyote and that she needs to be saved. “Dad, try not to forget there's a girl in there, one that you’ll be killing.” / “Now, are you 100% sure that this is a girl and not an animal?” “Yes.”

And my favourite: as they’re out there trying to turn her back, with Henry hot on her tail, Stiles is boggled by the fact that Malia keeps coming back for the doll, and when Lydia points out that the doll belonged to Malia’s little sister, not her, he flashes back to the episode before, when he bought flowers for his mom’s grave. “You know, the last time we brought one of these to her grave it was stolen the same day. Hundred bucks, down the drain.” That’s exactly what Malia is doing. Her sister’s doll is the flowers and the crash sight is the grave, and you can hear the guilt in his voice as he says, “Malia left it at the car for her sister. It's like bringing flowers to a grave. Okay, and we stole the flowers.”

Malia has just been introduced, we haven’t even seen her in her human form yet, and there’s already parallels drawn between her and Stiles. Already, before even meeting her, Stiles can relate to her. Already, we can see how they’d be compatible.

Then, of course, comes the classic scene: Stiles is watching Malia reunite with her dad and suddenly he can read again, because she anchors him too. Not only is the anchor thing mutual with them, but we see Malia anchoring Stiles (3x14 and 3x22) before we see Stiles anchor Malia for the first time (4x01).

Also, Allison shot Malia’s dad with a tranquilliser dart. That has nothing to do with Stalia but I think it’s funny.

#teen wolf #tw #stiles #stiles stilinski #malia #malia tate #sheriff stilinski #henry tate #stalia #stiles x malia #malia x stiles #stiles stilinski x malia tate #malia tate x stiles stilinski #dylan o'brien #shelley hennig #meta #teen wolf meta #twmeta #stalia meta

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nothingbutimagines · 3 years

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Lock and Key (Steve Rogers)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader, Platonic!Avengers x Reader

Warning: Cursing, fluff, lots of pining and some playful banter

Summary: Tony throws a holiday party and decides this year, he would have all attendees play a game. Women have a lock, men have a key, and everyone has to find their perfect match. While everyone has random keys and locks, Steve and Y/n are the only ones matched on purpose.

Author: Dizzy

A/N: I was really sick Dec. 18th to the 20th, so this is out now, along with Natasha Romanoff fic and the Avengers fic I had planned for those days as well. Happy holidays and I hope you are all doing okay and are staying healthy and safe! We are getting so close to Christmas and Hanukkah has come to an end.

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“Alright, everyone,” Tony took a step up on a chair, his ring tapping the champagne flute in his hand as he spoke, “if you would turn your attention to Ms. Pepper Potts over here, she will be helping us coordinate a little game.”

“Did you guys know about this?” You asked quietly.

You glanced over at the group of Avengers you stood with, studying everyone as they shrugged or shook their heads before turning your attention back towards Tony.

“Now, women will collect a lanyard with a lock while men collect a lanyard with the key. The objective of this game is to get to know everyone here and find your perfect match. That is, key and lock wise. Who knows? Perhaps you may find love.” Tony chuckled softly. “Now, Ms. Potts is very excited to have coordinated this game for all of you, so have fun and let her know how wonderful she is. Thank you.”

Tony took a step down from his chair as the crowd that had formed around him dispersed, now moving to crowd around Pepper and her table as she handed out keys and locks to everyone.

“Come on, Y/n, let’s go.” Wanda took your hand in hers and had begun dragging you towards the table.

“No, Wanda, I think I’m going to sit this one out. I hate games, you know that.” You shook your head, dragging your feet on the floor as Sam and Steve walked up beside you.

“I wouldn’t resist if I were you,” Steve stated, glancing down at you, “everyone always finds a way to rope you back into these things. Trust me, last time I tried to avoid one of these games, it ended up with Sam kicking my bedroom door down just to drag me back out here.”

“That’s why you have to pick better hiding spots. They always look in your room first.” You replied, giving him a small smirk. “I’d tell you where I’m going to hide, but I’d have to kill you since I’m not about to take you with me.”

You turned back around as you made your way down the line, now moving towards the front. You slipped your hand out of Wanda’s and held it out to Pepper, ready to take your lock from her.

“Y/n,” Pepper smiled, placing the lock into your hand, “here you go. Have fun, okay?”

You nodded awkwardly as Pepper winked at you, confusing you with the gesture as you walked away with Wanda, pulling the lanyard over your head and allowing the lock to fall back into your chest.

“I have a feeling Tony’s the one who picked this stupid lock and key thing.” You said, following Wanda as she walked away from the crowd. “There’s no way Pepper thought of the stupid innuendo herself.”

“Oh, for sure. You know Tony probably made sure they have matching locks so he can get some tonight.”

You laughed. “I have no doubt about that.”

“I’m going to go mingle, okay? I’m hoping that cute guy that’s been eyeing us from the bar over there is the key to this lock.” Wanda smiled, toying with the lock around her neck as she spoke.

“Okay, have fun. You’ll meet me after this for coffee, right?” You asked softly, grabbing a hold of her arm as she turned away.

“Of course. Okay, I’m going to go. Bye.” Wanda spoke quickly, anxious to get over to the bar as she quickly kissed your cheek and scurried off.

You watched as she walked towards the bar, a bounce in every step as she made her way around a few people to the man she had been eyeing since you both had arrived. You chuckled as she gave you a bright smile before turning away, leaving you to observe the room until you found the courage to talk to someone.

“I see she’s left you already.”

You turned to see Steve walking up beside you, stopping once you were shoulder to shoulder. You toyed with the lock dangling from your neck, bouncing it between your fingers as you looked down at it before glancing up at him.

“Yeah, you know how she is, always the more sociable one. I don’t mind, though. Gives me less witnesses when I finally sneak out of here.”

“That makes one of us,” Steve responded before taking a sip of his drink. “I can’t get Sam off of my tail so I can get out of here. I always feel far too old for these little social games.”

“I mean, technically you are.”

You watched as Steve opened his mouth to speak before closing it as someone tapped your shoulder lightly. You turned on your heel, coming face to face with a man you didn’t recognize.

“Can I help you?” You asked softly, trying not to be annoyed as you were interrupted.

“Hey, I’m Adam. Can I try my key in your lock?” The man shifted on his heels, holding his key up.

“Uh, yeah, yeah. Sure.” You nodded, giving him a shy smile as you looked back at Steve, who was giving you a bit of a face.

You held the lock out to Adam, who took it in one hand and pushed the key in with the other, attempting to turn it but only coming up empty.

“A damn shame. It didn’t turn.” You shrugged.

“Yeah, thanks.” Adam nodded, awkwardly pulling his key from your lock and allowing it to fall back on your chest. “See you around, then.”

“Yes, see you.” Steve interjected, giving the other man a small wave as you turned around, fully facing him once more.

“Okay, thanks. You didn’t have to make it awkward.”

“I definitely was not the awkward factor in that situation. ‘A damn shame?’ Really, Y/n?”

“I didn’t know what to say!”

“I’d hate to be the guy who turns your lock. You’re probably going to say something like ‘wow. glad that happened,’ but in that super monotone voice you do when you’re utterly disappointed.”

“I do not have a monotone voice when I’m disappointed. I like to think I am a great actor.” You crossed your arms over your chest.

“You can keep thinking that, but it doesn’t make it true.”

“Well, at least I don’t always let my eyebrows do the talking.”

“What does that even mean?”

“I don’t know if you’ve ever encountered a mirror before, but your eyebrows are very expressive. More than your words, honestly.”

Steve rolled his eyes, frowning slightly. “That is not true.”

“You’re eyebrows are frowning more than your mouth right now!” You cried, pointing to his brows.

He instinctively brought a hand to his head. “I’m walking away now.”

You grabbed his arm as he started to walk away, leaning back in an attempt to give yourself more leverage.

“No, wait! I didn’t mean it! Don’t make me stand here alone for weird men to approach me.”

Steve looked down at your hand gripping his sleeve before averting his eyes back to yours and down at your hand quickly, making it seem as if he had never done it while he shook his head, as if he was attempting to shake the thoughts of you from his mind.

“I’ll stay, but only if you agree to buy this round of drinks.”

“It’s an open bar.”

“Not if you tip the bartender.”

You dropped your grip around him, letting your hand fall to your side. “Okay. I’ll be right back, just stay here.”

You turned on your heel, finding yourself bouncing in a similar fashion to how Wanda had done earlier, making your way up the steps to the bar, your back to Steve now. You leaned against the cool wood frame of the bar, balancing on your toes as you attempted to wave down the bartender, coming up empty.

“Here, let me help you.” Bucky said, coming up beside you, waving down the bartender as he spoke, “Hey, man!”

The bartender walked over, drying his hands off with a towel as he looked between you two.

“How can I help you both?”

“I’ll take two jack and cokes, thanks.” You smiled softly, pulling out a couple bills from your bra and putting them into the tip jar.

“Make it three.” Bucky spoke up as the bartender nodded, walking off to put the drinks together. “Now that I got his attention for you, I think it’s only fair for you to let me try my key in your lock.”

“Wow, Buck, very classy. I sure hope your key fits in my lock.”

“Oh, don’t give me your little attitude. It may work on Steve, but not me.” Bucky joked, grabbing your lock from around your neck as he grabbed his key and looked up into your eyes. “Oh, don’t look at me like that.”

“I’m not looking at you in any weird way. I’m just nervously awaiting the answer as to whether or not you are prince charming and your key is my glass slipper.”

You watched as the key didn’t even fit into the lock halfway.

“Damn. Looks like I won’t be taking you home in a rolling pumpkin.” Bucky chuckled as the bartender came back and put your drinks down in front of you.

“Oh, if you would only be so lucky.” You giggled softly, picking up the two drinks for you and Steve. “I gotta go, but I’ll see you for coffee after with me and Wanda, right?”

“Of course.”

“Good.” You smiled, kissing his cheek lightly. “If I were you, I would try your key in her lock. Bye, Buck.”

You bit your lip, smiling to yourself as a small smile spread across Bucky’s lips. You then made your way down the stairs, watching as Steve and some woman spoke, trying their turn at their lock and key before the women walked away, clearly disappointed by the lack of any outcome. You approached Steve quietly, slipping his drink in his hand as you moved to stand in front of him.

“I take it you broke a heart there?” You asked as Steve raised his brow.

“My key didn’t fit and the poor girl wanted to force it in. She was very determined to jimmy the lock if she had to.” He replied, chuckling as he took a drink from his glass. “I saw you and Bucky weren’t compatible, huh?”

“We’re like trying to force a square block into a circular hole. I’m not surprised we didn’t fit, even with this stupid game of chance.”

“For two people who aren’t compatible, you sure did make sure to kiss him.”

“Are you jealous, Mr. America?” You asked, a smirk on your face as you tore your gaze from the party to look at him.

“It’s Captain America to you.” Steve corrected. “I’m not jealous, just observing.”

“I don’t know if I am convinced, but I’ll take your word for it, since it is Christmas and I’m feeling generous.” You smiled to yourself, taking a drink from your glass as you swayed a bit.

“You’re not funny.” Steve rolled his eyes. “But, be ready, someone’s coming up.”

“Is he cute?”

Steve shrugged. “I don’t know, unless you think Sam is cute.”

You turned around as Sam walked up, glass in hand as he smiled. “I see you two have decided to set up camp over here. I’m surprised you haven’t tried to leave yet.”

“Oh, trust me, I want to, but the men await. Or should I say, I’m awaiting all the men to come talk to me.” You replied, a playful smirk on your lips.

“Well, might I suggest getting away from the frowning and towering man over you, since he seems to be scaring everyone away.”

“Steve, naturally, is my bodyguard. He keeps the weird ones away.”

“If anything, he’s scaring the decent ones away since they probably think he’s your boyfriend.”

“Goddammit. Steve, when Sam leaves, you should too.”

“I’m not leaving. You keep everyone away from me, too.” Steve replied, his voice stern as he spoke.

“Ugh. You’re like an overprotective and annoying brother sometimes.” You groaned as you examined the rest of the party, making eye contact with a red haired man who was also examining you.

“Ooh,” Sam winced, making a bit of a pained face at Steve, “you just got brother-zoned.”

“You know, you’re a bit of a brat. Someone has to put you in your place.” Steve retorted, turning to you as he ignored Sam’s comment.

“The only time I listen to men is in the bedroom, and I don’t see you ever taking up that role.” You replied, your tone snarky as you took a swig of your drink. “I don’t have to sit here and deal with you, you know. Now, if you two idiots will excuse me, there is a gentleman over by the Christmas tree who seems to have an eye on me.”

You finished your drink quickly, shoving the glass into Steve’s hand before wiping the corners of your mouth as you walked away, still able to hear Sam’s loud laughter as you approached the sharply dressed man you’d left the two for.

“Hi,” You smiled, holding your hand out for him to take, “I’m Y/n.”

“Hey, I’m Evan.” The man took your hand, shaking it before you pulled away.

“Nice to meet you. I couldn’t help but notice you eyeing me from over there.” You reached out and grabbed the key that was dangling from around his neck. “Do you mind?”

You chuckled as a light pink dusted his cheeks and he shook his head quickly, almost enchanted by your every move as you smiled and picked up your lock in your hand. You pulled him forward a bit, as you tugged the key and slid it into the lock, only for the lock to barely move. You sighed, pulling the key out of the lock roughly and allowing it to fall into Evan’s chest.

“Well, shit. I thought that was a perfect match.” You frowned slightly. “I guess I’ll just return back to the party then. It was nice meeting you.”

You turned on your heel to leave, only for the rugged man to place a hand on your shoulder, forcing you to look back at him.

“Hey, wait.” His voice was soft, almost a whisper as he shoved his free hand into his pocket and pulled out a business card. “Here’s my card. It’s got my personal cell on the back. You should give me a call sometime.”

You took the card and smiled, bringing the small bit of card stock up to your lips and tapping it to them lightly.

“I think I just might. I’ll see you around, Evan.”

You gave the man a small wink before turning back around and making your way to Steve and Sam, who were watching you intently. You smirked at the two, chuckling as you flicked the card at Steve, watching as it bounced off his chest and he caught it.

“Well, well, would you look at that. I just got a man’s number without his key even working. He’s a real estate banker, too.” You gloated lightly. “I’d like to see you two idiots catch a big fish like that.”

“I don’t think I have the right size tits for that,” Sam joked, “but maybe Steve might be a good contender.”

“Are you calling me fat, Sam?” Steve gave the other man a confused look.

“No, Sam’s just saying out of the two of you, you’ve got the huge mommy milkers that could get you a man.”

“I don’t think I want to know what that means.” Steve shook his head, glancing away from both you and Sam before looking back down at you. “I’ll tell you what, if I can get a girl’s number on the first try, you have to let me hide with you in your hiding spot.”

“You guys can’t leave in the middle of a party.” Sam attempted to interject as you spoke over him.

“Deal. But, if you don’t get the number, I’m leaving you behind and if anyone asks, I met someone.”

“I doubt anyone will believe that.”

“Well then you make them believe it, Steven.”

“Fine. We have a deal, right?”

“Yes, now go get a number or I’m leaving.” You replied, holding your hand out to Steve as he took it, allowing you both to shake on it.

“Wish me luck.” Steve nodded, walking off towards the bar as you and Sam watched, both of your arms crossed over your chest.

“Do you really think he’s not going to get someone’s number?” Sam asked, glancing over at you as you watched Steve intently.

You tore your gaze away from the scene unfolding between Steve and another woman at the bar. You looked over at Sam, who you had now realized was more observant of your antics than you thought.

“No, I know he is. I’m not an idiot, I know plenty of women find him attractive. I’ve seen the fan accounts dedicated to him online.”

“Why don’t you just accept the fact that you, like so many others, might also find him attractive?”

“Because I don’t. Why do you care about whether or not I find Steve attractive anyway?”

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe because it’s weird that you two have been weirdly pining over one another for the past few months and now that we have to play this game where we may or may not meet someone new, you two are dead set on not playing more than normal and haven’t even tried to see if your key and lock fit together?”

You opened your mouth to speak, only to be interrupted by Steve speaking first.

“Looks like you lost here, L/n.” Steve gloated, placing a napkin into your hand. “Time to pay up and get us the hell out of here.”

You crumpled the napkin in your hand, not even checking to see if there was truly a number written on it as you glanced at Sam before looking back at Steve. You picked up your purse off the table behind you and slung it over your shoulder before turning to Sam once more.

“We’ll talk about this later, okay?”

“Yeah, if you even make it to coffee with us later.”

“Goodbye, Sam.” You rolled your eyes, giving the man a small and playful shove before linking your arm with Steve’s, guiding him away from the other man. “Now that we’re done with all that, I’ve got some shrimp and hors d’oeuvers in purse and a desire to know how you got that woman’s number so fast.”

Steve chuckled as you guided him around the small crowds of people and towards the elevator.

“If you must know, I found out she was a marriage counselor from Natasha. How she knew that, I don’t know, but I told her that you and I were married and our marriage was on the rocks.”

“You did not!” You gasped, leaning back a bit to look at him as he pushed the elevator button.

Steve nodded, a pleased look on his face. “Oh, I most certainly did. And you know what she said about our fake marriage?”

“Do tell.”

You followed him onto the elevator, slipping your arm out of his as you hit the button to the floor of your hiding place before you leaned against the elevator wall. You watched as he turned to you, leaning against the wall across from you, a large smile on his face.

“She said we were in desperate need of not only counseling on our communication, but an update in our sex life as well.”

“She did not!”

“She did. She said we seemed like we’ve had a dry spell for years. And you know what I told her?” He chuckled, his hands moving to the bar behind him, resting on it. “I told her she had no idea. So, she gave me her number and the number of a tantric sex counselor. So not only do you owe me your hiding place, but some of that food you stole as well.”

“Steve Rogers, if I truly was your wife, I’d have your head on a stick for talking about our marriage like that.”

“Well, thank god you’re not. You’d be too much to handle.”

“As if. You’d probably poison me. I have a feeling under this nice guy facade there’s a killer”

“I would gladly poison you, but not because I’m a killer, it’d be because you made me a killer. I’d probably tell you I’d done it, too.”

“I’d probably still drink it if you did.”

You both started laughing as the conversation between you died down and the elevator came to a stop on your designate floor.

“Come on, my hiding place is just down the hall.” You waved Steve to follow, stepping off of the elevator and into the corridor.

“Where are we? I don’t think I’ve ever been on this floor.” He asked, following close behind as you walked down the dimly lit hallway.

“It’s the maintenance floor. There’s nothing really up here besides the machine room and empty offices and closets.” You explained, opening up one of the doors and slipping into the room. “See? Just an empty office. I mean, it’s not really that empty since I put some furniture in here.”

Steve looked around as you turned on a small lamp that rested on a desk by the door and you shut the door behind you.

“It’s nice.”

“It’s lame, I know, but no one would ever guess I was hiding up here. Except for maybe Nat. She tracks everyone because if the NSA can do it, why can’t she?” You retorted, taking a seat in a chair as Steve mimicked your actions. “I just come up here to get away from everyone sometimes or because I hate Tony’s parties.”

“I know what you mean. I still go to the same gym in Brooklyn that I’ve been going to since I first got out of the ice to get away.”

“Steve?”

“Yeah?”

“Why haven’t you asked to try my lock?”

Steve went silent for a moment, gazing into your eyes with a strange gaze. “I don’t know. Why are you asking?”

“Well, Sam asked why we hadn’t tried and I didn’t have any answer.”

“Of course he did.” Steve sighed, running his hand through his hair. “I don’t know, I guess I didn’t want to know if it fit.”

“Why not?”

“I’m not going to get into all of this with you, Y/n.”

“Will you at least let me try your key in my lock?”

“No.” Steve shook his head, shifting uncomfortably in his chair as you watched his every move intently. “I don’t care to know if it works.”

“Well, I do.” You replied sternly. “Just give me the key. What’s the worst that could happen?”

“It doesn’t fit.”

“And why is that bad? It’s just a game, Steve.” You insisted, opening and closing your hand at him as you held it out, ready to take his key.

“It doesn’t feel like just a game, okay?”

“Why? Because you have a little crush on me or something?” You replied jokingly. “Just give me the key, Steve.”

“Here,” He took the lanyard off and shoved it into your hands, obviously bothered. “If it’ll keep you from asking so many questions, just take it.”

“Okay then...” You muttered, trailing off as you put the key into the lock, turning it with ease and the lock falling open. “It fit, see? No need to lose your shit about it.”

“I wasn’t losing my shit.”

“Yes, you were.”

“No, I wasn’t.” Steve insisted, glancing over at you with a hand on his neck.

“Uh, yeah, you were. Which is weird because you thought this game was stupid like twenty minutes ago.”

“Yeah, well twenty minutes ago I wasn’t sitting in a room with the girl I’ve had a crush on for the past year as she acts like she hasn’t realize how much I like her!” Steve exclaimed, jumping from his chair as you sank into yours.

“Oh.” Your jaw dropped a bit as silence fell between you both. “I see.”

“Yeah.” Steve sighed, resting his hands on his hips as he threw his face up at the ceiling and avoiding your gaze. “We can just forget about it, it’s not a big deal.”

“I think it’s pretty hard to forget the guy you like telling you he likes you too. So much so that he was avoiding a stupid party game.” You replied, rising from your seat as you took the few steps towards him, causing him to gaze down at you finally, making eye contact.

His hand rose to your face, his thumb running along your cheekbone as he bent down, kissing you softly before pulling away, resting his forehead on yours.

“I just realized Tony and Pepper probably made us have matching pieces.”

“Oh, you think?” You laughed, mocking him a bit. “Just don’t think about it and kiss me.”

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ve1vetyoongi · 4 years

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Operation: Love Letters | 01

💌 CHAPTER INDEX 💌

♡ ⇢ pairing: ot7 x reader.

♡ ⇢ chapter word count: 5k

♡ ⇢ genre: mystery, college!au, romance, fluff, eventual smut.

♡ ⇢ warnings/rating: none, PG.

♡ ⇢ summary: When every student on campus is going crazy about a survey that claims to make true love bloom, your best friend manages to convince you to join in on the fun — except you’re disappointed to find out that your results just seem to be lost causes. That is until a love letter from a mysterious secret admirer turns up and you find yourself on a mission to find the person behind the pen — but you quickly realise it’s going to be a lot harder than you initially thought when you have 7 possible bachelors to investigate, right? Operation: Love Letters a-go!

♡ ⇢ schedule: updated every day at 5pm GMT in the run up to Valentine’s Day 2020!

💌 A/N: hello! i’ve been working on this series for a couple weeks now and it makes me so happy to finally be able to share it in the run up to valentines day! as the story progresses, there’ll be a ton of clues dropped about who the identity of the secret admirer is before the final reveal...so keep reading to find out! i hope you like it hehe, drop me an ask and lemme know your theories!! <3

You scoff as you read the flier you crumple in your hand. It's that time of year again, huh? February. Valentine's. The month of love.

Yeah right.

Every year your college holds a charity event for Valentines day. You fill out a survey nicknamed the Love Calculator, where you answer so called "deep" questions about yourself and most importantly what you look for in a Valentine's date — and then a computer analyses your answers and, for just a couple bucks, works some cupid style magic and matches you up with your ‘most compatible’ person on campus.

The instructions say you're supposed to send a love letter to your number one match. And if they respond? Then it's a match made in heaven! Insert eye roll here.

It's conceited really, just a ploy to draw money out of the student body with the promise of true love — which is exactly why you've never joined in with the hype before.

Until this year, that is, when your best friend Jimin, ever the hopeless romantic, managed to convince you to sign up. Which is how you find yourself in the gymnasium, surrounded by heart shaped balloons and the cheesy cover of I Wanna Know What Love Is that plays over head, stuffed into a booth as you fold up your survey and scribble your name on the front with a roll of your eyes.

Jimin's beanie falls across his face as he excitedly rummages around in the satchel slung across his torso to fish around for a pencil, hopping from foot to foot as he places delicate crosses in the boxes beside Male and Looking for a soulmate.

"I still don't know about this." You murmur as you tap your foot and stare down at the pink piece of paper in your hand, nerves brewing inside you for a reason you can't quite put your finger on. There’s a reason you’ve never done this before -- what if you get someone weird as your first match? Or worse what if you aren’t compatible with anyone at all and you find out you’re destined to be painfully alone forever?

This is definitely a bad idea. You should just rip your survey up right now and throw it in the trash and nobody would ever have to know you even came here, even if just to entertain your best friend's fantasies.

But Jimin is too fast, snatching it from your fingers before you can protest and pulling you gleefully by the elbow over to the Calculation Station where he slides both of your surveys over to the cheerleader manning the desk with a dazzling smile, all much to your dismay.

"Oh come on, lighten up!" He says, clasping his hands together wistfully as he eagerly watches the cheerleader input your data into the computer. "This is gonna be so fun! Who knows? Maybe I'll match someone really hot and we'll get married and adopt the cutest babies ever--."

"Or you could match with a crazy serial killer." You interrupt with a raise of your brow.

Jimin shrugs. "I guess that would suck, but it would make an awesome Netflix Original. I'd totally get famous and win an oscar and—” He drags you over to the counter when he notices the cheerleader beckoning you with a finger. “Too late now anyway, our results are ready!"

The printer beside the desk spits out two pieces of paper, and the cheerleader glances over them with a nod before folding them up carefully and handing them over to you with a wink.

"Have a good day, and don't forget to spread the love!" She says, and you offer her a sheepish smile as you take your results.

Jimin is already pulling you out of the gym and into the hallway, finding a quiet corner where he eagerly unfolds his page with a grin that falls right from his face when he reads the names littered across his page surrounded by a plethora of hearts.

"What the heck! Are you kidding me?" Jimin thrusts his results beneath your nose so you can read the names for yourself. "I got Park Chanyeol as my number one match?"

You bite back a laugh. Jimin and Chanyeol had a fling last summer, but it ended on a sour note when Chanyeol ended up being allergic to Jimin's pet kitten who he refused to part with for anyone, no matter how hot.

"Maybe it was meant to be after all?" You laugh as Jimin crumples up his results and throws them into a nearby trash can with a childish pout.

"You were right. It was dumb. I would've been better off matching with a serial killer." Jimin grumbles, shoulders slumping forward as his dreams of true love crumble. He perks up when he notices you wringing your own results in your hands though, paper still sealed tightly. "Come on, your turn! Let's see who you got."

"Maybe I should just throw this in the trash, too. You said it yourself, the survey was dumb anyway." You shrug.

"Nope. I'm not letting you get away that easily." Jimin clasps his hands together, looking up at you with a pout. "Please? For me?"

You have to admit, there’s a strange fluttery feeling in your stomach as you turn the paper over in your hands. Who knows? Maybe Jimin was right, and the love of your life’s name was printed right on this here paper, and you were wasting your chance.

To hell with it! What's the worst that could happen, right?

"Fine! I'll open it."

Jimin claps giddily and with strangely shaky hands you unfold the paper, Jimin crowding around with his chin on your shoulder so you can both read your results.

Wow. You gaze down at the list of names you've never even heard of, strangely disheartened. You aren’t sure what you were expecting but this is not exactly the life changing love story you were promised when you handed over five bucks to that cheerleader just now.

You can't help but feel your stomach drop. Are you seriously disappointed? It's not like you had high hopes for this thing in the first place.

"Well damn," You crumple up the paper and drop it into your backpack with a chuckle, joining the hustle and bustle of students walking to class. "That was totally a waste of time."

Jimin pats your shoulder reassuringly. "Hey, you never know, someone could get your name and send you a love letter."

You raise your brows. "I appreciate the positivity but I don't think that's very likely."

“Don’t be such a downer! It’s the month of love after all.” Jimin slows down, heading towards the bathrooms. "I'll catch you up okay? All this excitement made me need to pee!" And with that he disappears into the little boy's room with an air kiss sent your way.

With a fond shake of your head you head towards your locker, thumbing in your combination and lurching open the metal door -- but your forehead furrows when something small and pink unexpectedly floats out and lands beside your feet.

"Huh?"

You bend down, fingers curling around a pearly pink envelope, eyes widening when you see who it's addressed to. You.

You turn it over in your hands, glancing side to side with narrowed eyes, but seeing nothing out of the ordinary. Could this be what you think it is? A love letter? Only one way to find out...

Your thumb slides beneath the heart shaped wax seal, hands trembling as you shake out the note folded up neatly inside and let your eyes fly across the messy words scrawled in pink pen with a gasp.

Your heart thumps. Your shaky fingers have left crumples along the edges of the paper, and you know you should throw it away before you even entertain the idea that this is real, let alone meant for you.

But your eyes keep tracing the pen strokes, the neat and even but unsteady handwriting; a nervous hand wrote this letter, you realise. A boy's hand. The letters are slanted just enough to tell, and there's smudges of ink where their wrist dragged carelessly across the page.

"Y/N? Are you okay?"

You jump at the sound of your name and shove the letter between the pages of a text book before slamming your locker closed just in time to flash your best friend what you hope is as close to a non-suspicious smile as you can muster as he bounds up the hall towards you.

"You ready to go to class?" Jimin asks, holding out his elbow and you nod. "It's a shame about the Love Calculator results huh? But who knows! Maybe we'll find Valentine's some other way."

"Yeah." You nod with a small smile, lost in thought as your mind drifts back to the love letter stowed away in your locker. "Maybe."

A smile appears on your lips. Maybe your results aren't so useless after all.

"From your secret admirer..."

You finish reading the love letter you found addressed to you in your locker with a triumphant smile, expecting a far more enthusiastic reaction from your roommate Yoongi. who just peers at you over the lid of his laptop with a bored expression.

"That's it?" He blinks. "You really paid five bucks for that?" He offers you a roll of his eyes as he watches you dance around your apartment waving around a piece of pink paper excitedly. "They didn't even leave their name?"

"Well duh," You slump down beside him on the couch, clutching the note to your chest and sending him an eye roll. "That would defeat the purpose of a secret admirer."

Yoongi just scoffs and goes back to his work with a shake of his head. "I can't believe you even did that stupid Love Caluclator thing. It's probably just a scam, anyway."

You pout, smoothing out the corners of the letter attentively. "You're just jealous nobody sent you a love letter."

Yoongi crosses his arms, flustered. "Am not! For your information I didn't even do the survey. Why would I care about what the results of a dumb survey have to say, anyway?"

You cock your head at him and dangle your results in front of his face teasingly. "Oh, so you won’t want to know who I matched with then if it's so dumb?"

He narrows his eyes with a puff, before snatching the paper with a shake of his head. "Fine. But only because you insisted."

You watch with a smug smile as Yoongi drags his finger down the list, distaste etched into his features as he reads each name out loud in turn before he splutters around the very last one.

"Hold up. You got me?" He chokes, holding up the page and pointing to where his name is printed in bold pink letters. Yoongi averts his eyes when you bust out laughing, crumpling up the paper and lobbing it at you with a scoff. "What did I tell you? It's dumb."

You clutch your sides and prod him with your foot as he grumbles under his breath. "Why? I thought you weren't scared of what a silly little survey has to say?"

"I'm not scared. Like I said, it's clearly a scam." Yoongi's cheeks heat up and he flashes you a look that tells you to quit teasing. "And this proves it."

"Oh don't get so worked up, Yoongi. I'm just messing with you." You unfold the paper and point to the biography beneath his name. "It says here we're only 10% compatible anyway, which kinda makes sense when you think about it. I'm a pretty decent roommate after all, right?"

Yoongi pushes away your results and buries his nose in a textbook instead. "You're being a pretty annoying roommate right now."

"Hey! Can you at least concentrate on this for a second? My love life finally gets interesting and you decide to do homework?"

Yoongi slams his book shut and finally turns to face you. "Jeez, Y/N, how can you even be sure the love letter isn't just...a prank or something? You're probably just wasting my time and your own getting caught up in it."

"Wow, you really have no faith in me huh?" You roll your eyes. "Because I just know. Whoever wrote this letter wanted me to read it. They left it in my locker on purpose! Is it so bad that I wanna know why?"

"Next thing I know you'll tell me you're going to actually try and find this person." Yoongi laughs breathily, but when he sees how you stare at him, arms crossed and unblinking, he lets out a groan. "Wait. You can't be serious?"

"Well why not?" You shrug. "What's the worst that can happen?"

"How do you even plan on finding them? All you have is a crumpled up note and a list of matches."

"Honestly, I haven't thought that far yet..." It's then that Yoongi turns the page of his textbook and a folded up note flutters onto the carpet. "Wait...what's this?"

He just shrugs, not even bothering to look up as you open up the paper. "I don't know. Must have been inside that book."

"Is it yours?"

Yoongi shakes his head, leaning back in his seat to stretch like he's exhausted by your interrogation. "Taehyung checked it out of the library this morning. He said I could borrow it. Why?"

Your eyes widen when you see what is written on the piece of paper in front of you.

"Hey! Look at this." You punch Yoongi in the shoulder, ignoring his ow! to run your fingers over the pen marks on the paper. "Don't the scribbles seem familiar to you?"

Yoongi rubs his arm with a bored expression. "I mean, I guess?"

"Goddammit, Min Yoongi! Would you take this seriously?" You fumble around in your pocket for the love letter, placing them side by side on the table, heart skipping a beat when you take in the similarities between the two. "Take a look at the handwriting. It's totally written by the same guy!"

Yoongi's own eyes widen, pursing his lips as he nods. "So what? Now you know he had a Bio quiz last week. Hundreds of students sat that test."

A smile grows on your face as an idea strikes you, and you rip the book from his grip. "Yeah, but how many of those students took out this exact book from the library?"

"I don't know — probably a few — hey!" He reaches for you as you get to your feet, but he's too late, and you're already taking off with his textbook. "Where are you going with that! I need to study!"

"I'll be back in a few hours, I promise." You call as you slip on your shoes and slide the book into your backpack."I just need to get to the bottom of who sent me this love letter first!"

It's almost silent in the campus library when you arrive, apart from the scratch of pens against paper from students with their heads bent over text books and the repetitive classical music that floats through the book shelves like a calming wave.

You head over to the check out desk in search of some guidance, perhaps able to interrogate the poor kid on duty about what he knows about the text book, but it's empty, and no matter how many times you ring the little bell on the counter, nobody comes.

With a sigh you duck behind the closest towering book case, dumping your bag so you can get down to business by yourself. Even if you had to search high and low, you had to find where this book came from. Surely it would give you a clue as to who sent you the love letter, right?

Blowing dust off an old stack of books, you drag your finger across the spines until you reach the B section, tongue between your teeth as you mindlessly thumb through books on Baking and Beaches and Birds before you come to a stop where you should come across Biology...except all that you find is a gaping hole that matches perfectly with the size and shape of book in your hands.

Dang. Already a dead end? Maybe Yoongi was right...hundreds of people could've checked out this book so this was probably a dumb clue anyway.

You're about to give up when a flash of a red sweater catches your eye through the gap in the shelf. There in the corner sits a lanky boy, so tall his legs stick out from beneath the desk he inhabits by the window. His fingers play with a silver pen, but he's not interested in the open notebook perched in front of him with lines half filled, too busy wiping away the condensation on the glass and gazing out at the hustle and bustle of the city in rush hour that juxtaposes the quiet company of books and dust he resides among.

Huh. Something strikes you about this dude, but you can’t quite put your finger on it yet. You duck behind the book shelf, moving a couple books to the side so you can peer between the leather spines to get a better look, and it's then that you notice the text book propped open beside him — Biology 101 — an exact copy of the one tucked beneath your elbow.

"Do you need help with something?"

You jolt when a pair of dark eyes appear and stare right back at you through the gap in the bookshelf, making you drop the textbook with a crash that elicits a series of harsh shhh! sounds from nearby. Upon further inspection you quickly realise it's the same guy you were spying on just moments ago, staring at you intently now as you stammer to form a response.

"Didn't anyone ever tell you not to sneak up on people?" You grumble, clutching your chest and dipping down to grab the book and simultaneously hide your burning cheeks.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." He says, notebook deserted on the table behind him now so he can peer at you curiously through the shelves with a smirk. "It's just you looked sorta lost so I thought I'd offer my assistance."

He points to the name tag pinned to his sweater with a grin. Kim Namjoon — Librarian. Hold up...where have you heard that name before?

Oh god...you totally got his name in the Love Calculator Survey! Awkward.

It's okay, maybe he doesn't recognise you...

"It's Y/N, right?" He says as he straightens the books you knocked down earlier and thrusts a hand through the shelf for you to shake.

Dang it.

"That's me..." You take his hand with a sheepish smile, eager to escape the situation by walking to the end of the book case, but he just follows you, eyes bobbing above the spines of old books. "Wait..this might sound weird, but you don't know that because you happened to send me an anonymous letter do you?"

"Uh..." He's much taller when you finally step out of the aisle and come face to face, and he peers down at you intrigued but with confusion still evident in his voice. "No?"

Phew.

"Good to know. Just checking." He seems to find your rambling funny, biting back a smile as you jerk the Bio text book towards him. "Then uh, yeah, actually. I do need help. Have you seen this before?"

He scans the front, nodding his head slowly. "Biology 101. Yup, I've seen it. I might be wrong but I think that probably came from the science aisle."

You roll your eyes at his sarcasm. "No, I mean, have you seen it anywhere suspicious. Like someone shady reading it in a dark corner or smuggling it out of the library like drug cartel—"

"Nope. Pretty sure I saw a guy with blue hair check it out this morning though if that's who you're looking for?"

Taehyung. Damn it!

"Not quite." You cross your arms with a sigh before an idea strikes you. "Hey, is there any way you can see who checked this book out before?"

"I mean, yeah." Namjoon lifts the hatch of the check out desk and slips behind, flipping the book open to the first page and typing a couple numbers into the computer. "If I just scan this barcode..." You watch as he scans the book and turns the monitor towards you so you can watch as a document loads up. "It should give us a list of people who checked it out this semester."

An involuntary gasp leaves you when you read the list of names that pops up on the screen, eyes wide as you lower your voice to a whisper. "Is there any way I could get a copy of this?"

"Yeah, sure." Namjoon hits a button and the printer beside him spits out a mirror image of the document on his screen. You snatch it up with a breathy laugh, shoving it into your backpack and fishing around for your phone, thumbs moving across the screen at the speed of light to punch in a phone number you know by heart.

It quickly dawns on you that this mystery might be bigger than you ever expected -- and you wouldn’t be able to solve it alone. No. It was time to bring in the big guy. Park Jimin.

"Nah this shit is legit legit!" Jimin splutters as he flops back onto your bed. He's still in his cheer costume, rushing over to your place as soon as practice ended and he got the SOS call, and he let's out a gasp as his wide eyes scan the love letter for the nth time.

"So you'll help me find out who wrote it?"

"Duh. You know I love a mystery and a cheesy romcom story arc. You're, like, totally going to marry this guy and live happily every after." Jimin clutches his chest, eyes dreamy as he peers at you over the rim of his round lens glasses. "And if you don't I totally will!"

"Hey!" Jimin erupts into a fit of giggles when you launch a throw cushion at his face. "This isn't a movie, Park. I just wanna know who sent it. Ya know...for clarity." You wrinkle your nose when Jimin's narrowed eyes prod you to admit otherwise. Of course you weren’t actually interested in this love letter guy. Right? "Don't look at me like that! It's probably just some stupid prank anyway..."

You hug your torso with a frown. What if Yoongi was right and this was just a wild goose chase and you were falling right into the clutches of the perpetrator? What if instead of a secret admirer the love letter trail led to nothing but humiliation?

"Well there's only one way to find out." Jimin jumps to his feet, pacing the room for a few seconds with his hand on his chin before an idea strikes him and he starts and ripping down the schedules and homework reminders from the pinboard above your desk like a man possessed. “We have to get to the bottom of this mystery ASAP. And lucky for you, you’ve got me to help you.”

"How?" You inquire, watching curiously as he rummages through your drawers to retrieve a pot of push pins and a ball of red string that you just so happened to have lying around. Without further ado, he rips the cap off a pink sharpie to scrawl Operation: Love Letters in big letters at the top of a sticky note, pinning it in the center.

"It's certainly not environmentally friendly, but I've always wanted to make a murder board...although I suppose this is more of a romance board?" He lays out the pieces of evidence you have already gathered on the carpet; the love note from your secret admirer, the biology book scribbles, the list of library book borrowers and last but not least your Love Calculator survey results. "But as your best friend it is my duty to call the official investigation into Y/N's secret admirer to action." He grins. "So, what clues do we have so far?"

"Well we know that my secret admirer has to have been one of the people on this list who borrowed Biology 101." You grab a highlighter pen from the pot on your desk. "Hey look! A couple of the names on this list match up with my Love Calculator results."

Jimin's eyes light up as you start drawing circles around the names that correspond with both lists.

"Jung Hoseok, Kim Seokjin, Kim Taehyung, Jeon Jungkook, Min Yoongi and Kim Namjoon..." Jimin reads, nibbling the eraser of a pencil thoughtfully. "Kim Namjoon. Isn't that the guy you spoke to at the library?"

"Yup." You confirm. "But he didn't seem to know anything about the love letters, so I think we can rule him out of the investigation."

"Cool. But maybe he knows someone who does?" Jimin says, crossing his name off the suspect list but scribbling his name onto a post it note next to the words POSSIBLE ACCOMPLICE? and pinning it next to the list of library borrowers, connecting the two with a piece of red string.

"And we know right off the bat that it's not Yoongi," Jimin draws a line through Yoongi's name on the list. "So we've narrowed it down to four potential bachelor's. Jung Hoseok, Kim Seokjin, Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook. Now we just need to find out if any of them had a motive to send you this letter. Any ideas?"

You ponder for a second, eyes fixated on the unfamiliar names on the list, before shaking your head negative. "I mean, I've probably seen each them around campus a couple times?"

Jimin looks unimpressed. "That's all you can come up with? No secret romantic rendezvous or crazy drunken hookups I don't know about?"

It's your turn to roll your eyes. "Jimin, you know better than anyone my idea of a crazy night is eating a whole packet of Cheez-It's and binge watching The Vampire Diaries instead of studying for my calc test. Besides, you know I'd tell you every detail if I had."

"Fair point." Jimin shrugs.

"If only we could read his name." You murmur, flopping onto your bed and holding the note above your head, closing one eye to get a better look at the splodge of ink in the middle of the page that obscures some of the sender's messy handwriting. "It seems like my admirer spilled something right where he signed his name..."

"Hold on a second," Jimin's eyes light up and he rips the note from your fingertips, ignoring your hey! of protest to perch on the end of the bed. You almost choke when he lifts the note to his nose and inhales, lashes fluttering closed before he exclaims, "I've solved it!"

"Huh?"

"This smell..."

"Smell? Jimin the fuck do you mean—"

"Cologne," Jimin drawls, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world as he pulls you to your feet and jumps on the spot excitedly. "He didn't spill anything, he left you a clue! Your secret admirer sprayed this note with his cologne before he sent it off and it made the ink bleed right here, but lucky for you, I just so happen to have a smell profile on every cute boy on campus."

You raise an eyebrow. "Honestly under normal circumstances I'd be concerned but right now I'm just intrigued. Elaborate?"

"Remember that guy I had a huge crush on last year?"

"Yeah? The footballer?"

"Right!" Jimin's finger slams down onto the name written in curly scrawl at the bottom of the love calculator list. "I would know his cologne anywhere. And it just so happens that it says his name right here!"

Jung Hoseok.

"He's my admirer?" You gasp.

Jimin shoots you a triumphant grin. "Come on! We have a secret admirer to expose. Operation Love Letters a-go!"

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festivegrant · 3 years

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The thought of Buck being the astrology (and encyclopedia) bitch is soooo funny to me. Like not in a mean way but in a ‘that’s so cute and might never be canon, but if it ever did become canon, I wouldn’t be surprised’ kind of way. He’s so cute and he knows all these random facts and he likes to research random topics that I feel this isn’t totally out of the realm of possibilities. I mean the man knows love languages too for goodness sake’s lmaoo. Like imagine one day he was curious and looked his birth chart up and was like wow 😳 that is... accurate LOL (I mean the descriptions for each sign/house/etc). And maybe one day he was like Eddie what’s your sign? Wanna know your birth chart? And Eddie just stares at him like Buck just spoke fluent Russian LMAO he’s just staring at Buck like 🤨🧐????? What???? And Buck already knows Eddie’s birthday (he’s a Scorpio to me Idc what’s canon for Eddie’s birthday) but he plugs the other info in and reads Eddie his birth chart. Ugh my mind @ 911 writers let’s go let’s see Buck ‘encyclopedia bitch/astrology nerd’ in his full potential *insert judge Judy tapping her watch gif*

YOURE SO RIGHT AJJDAKKA HE WAS LITERALLY READING A BOOK ABOUT LOVE LANGUAGES HE DEFINITELY ANALYZES BIRTH CHARTS FOR HIS FRIENDS AND COMPATIBILITY BETWEEN SIGNS. maybe he even tries spirituality and manifestation as part of his healing process.

and EDDIE IS SUCHH A SCORPIO. I know like 3 scorpios one of which is my dad and it makes so much sense!! eddie SCREAMS early november birthday.

also anon your vibes are immaculate. im obsessed with u <3

#ask #anon

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Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five

Warnings: smut, light D/s dynamic, feminization.

Peter straddles Tony’s lap, one hand curled deep into Tony’s hair as he tilts his head to the side. Tony does most of the work for him, panting heavily as Peter kisses his way down his neck, hands on his ass squeezing. He’d thought about restraining Tony but that’d be a pain in the ass in the back of a car and he likes the attention anyway. Tony mewls as Peter nips at his neck, back arching up into him. “Yes, Peter,” he says, breathless. “Bite me baby, yes, like that- oh!” Tony says, arching up into him again as Peter bites at his neck gently. He hadn’t expected Tony to react so well to it but he can smell the arousal on him and the small little noises he’s making are fucking delicious.

“Didn’t think you’d be into that, baby,” Peter murmurs, nipping at his neck again and delighting in the sharp moan Tony lets out. He never really got what the hell alphas found so attractive about omegas putting on a show in bed, probably because it always seemed like a show, but he thinks he might see where they’re coming from now. He loves that Tony’s so responsive, always giving him little encouragements and praise and occasionally something different when he lets something that he’s into slip, like now. Even Tony had been surprised by their compatibility but Peter isn’t about to complain about it.

Tony huffs underneath him, letting out small little moans as Peter’s teeth graze his neck, teasing. “Yeah,” Tony tells him, “harder,” he adds, arm moving to curl tight around Peter’s waist when he complies. “Harder,” Tony tells him again, other hand moving up from under his ass into Peter’s hair as he presses his head further into Tony’s neck. “Come on baby, bite me like you mean it. Claim me,” Tony tells him and Peter moans, arousal flooding through his body because wow okay.

He bites Tony again, this time rougher though not enough to break the skin like a claim bite would. Tony’s reaction is instantaneous as the fingers he’s got curled into Peter’s hair tighten and his back arches, “fuck, Peter, yes!” he says, head thrown back in pleasure. Peter moans too, shivering in response to Tony’s obvious arousal. “Do it again Peter, please baby feels so good, please,” Tony says and Peter knows Tony knows he likes it when Tony begs. He readjusts the grip in Tony’s hair, pulling at it tighter and Tony mewls, hands shifting back to Peter’s hips and guides them into his own. Peter already knows what Tony likes, doesn’t need his guidance so he moves the way he knows Tony wants him to and shivers at the small moans Tony lets out as he clings to him almost desperately.

He nips his way down Tony’s neck, teeth grazing at the sensitive skin as Tony pants underneath him, noises growing a little desperate as Peter’s bites get a little harder as he moves his way down Tony’s neck. He licks and nips at the spot over Tony’s pulse, earning a small moan from Tony for his efforts as he tightens his grip on Peter’s hips. He pulls back a little, considering as Tony huffs at him, annoyed. “Peter,” Tony whines at him. He doesn’t need to say much more, they both know what he wants so Peter leans back in and bites him again, hard like he had the last time and Tony lets out a shout, hips shifting up into Peter’s. “Yes baby, oh,” Tony says, breathing heavily and Peter grins as he noses at the spot he just bit.

“Did you just cum?” he asks, tiling his head up to look at Tony. He knows the answer before Tony nods because his cheeks are a little red and he’s never seen Tony blush. Usually he’s shameless, sometimes a little too much so like when he decides to tell his whole class about their sex life. Peter grins and kisses him, “is that something you’d actually want?” he asks, “a claim bite?” That’d be... unusual to say the least and the way Tony tenses under him tells him he knows that too. “I wouldn’t really care either way,” he tells Tony. “Its not as if I refused to indulge you. S’good for me too.” The way Tony reacts never fails to get him going because he’s so damn vocal. Turns out he has a thing for that.

“Um. Yeah, a little bit,” Tony says softly. Peter raises an eyebrow and Tony looks away but Peter tilts his head back towards him.

“Stop that, you know I don’t care. How long have you known that you’re like... into that?” he asks. Can’t be new, he’s sure Tony put thought into why he reacts like that given that he’s also sure there’s more shame in his tastes than Tony is letting on at the moment. Alphas aren’t supposed to like being the more submissive ones and they sure shit aren’t supposed to like being claimed.

Tony shrugs, “long time, I guess. I always sort of related to omegas more than alphas. Its why I’m friends with so much more of them.” Yeah, Rhodey is the odd one out and when he’s not being weird he doesn’t really act like alphas are supposed to either. Namely, he’s not a self righteous pushy ass jerk who thinks he knows everything and he doesn’t have the emotional range of a half bent tea spoon with the full expectation that everyone in his life will make up for that fact. So basically he doesn’t suck as a person.

But Tony is significantly different than that too. He’s soft and pliant and he does his best to hide it probably because of social expectations but he’s listened to Tony’s friends talk, people have taken advantage of his soft and trusting nature and Rhodey is still suspicious of him because of it. And that doesn’t even touch on his obvious submissive tendencies. “Hmm. I always related to betas. They aren’t assholes or demure sex objects, they get to just exist in a way I don’t really get to,” Peter says. Not without his own set of social expectations that he’s always resented but he doesn't really want to talk about that so he leans in and kisses Tony again. “So,” he murmurs, “what else are you into? Anything I might like?” he teases.

Tony pauses, running his hands up and down Peter’s sides. “Heels, something pink and sparkly,” he murmurs.

“And I thought you had a thing against all the pink I wear,” Peter says, smiling.

“Well, I knew I wasn’t going to get you to wear red so I’ll take what I can get. Assuming that’s okay,” he adds, wrinkling his nose.

Yeah, its fine. “I used to wear heels all the time. Quent didn’t like them, fell out of the habit. Lucky you,” Peter says, grinning. Tony wrinkles his nose more but Peter figures he’ll make up for mentioning his ex with finding wherever the hell he put his shoe collection.

“Look I’m just saying its a sin that I didn’t get to see May lose her ass on Quentin’s mother. That’s hilarious,” Tony tells him.

Peter shakes his head, “it was an entire ordeal and that’s what everyone is going to remember about their graduation for the rest of their lives and I hate that.” But no, Quiet spun some bullshit story about Peter to his parents and his mother decided to be a dick to May about it and Peter didn’t expect her to literally whip out pages of texts from Quent just to point out that her son was a lying sack of shit but boy did May let her have it and with the receipts to back it up.

“Tell your aunt I don’t know her, but I would die for her,” Carol says from the back seat.

Peter snickers and shakes his head. He’s only met Carol like three times but every time she was an absolute delight. “Yeah, I’ll let her know.”

“Also I’m mad you I had to hear from Ned that you let lose one of the best insults I’ve ever heard,” Tony says and since when does he talk to Ned?

“You and Ned talk?”

“You told Quent the you’d slap his five head out from underneath his tragic ass hair cut and you let Ned deliver the good news?” Tony asks. “I’m mad about it.”

From the back seat Carol starts laughing. “Oh my god I should use that on my ex! Yon has dumb bitch disease and I hope its terminal,” she says. Peter snorts and starts laughing while Tony sighs.

“Not to victim blame but you should have known something was wrong with him when you found out his name was Yon Rog.”

“I thought he was Swedish or something, not the human embodiment of the black plague about to invade me, simple fucking Europe. It was an honest mistake,” Carol says in her defense.

“Have you ever met a Swedish person?” Tony asks, frowning at her in the rearview mirror.

“No, but I’ve heard good things and Yon has ruined the Sweds for me,” Carol says.

“You not knowing what the hell Swedish names sound like ruined the Sweds for you,” Tony tells her, snickering.

“Oh whatever, you dated someone named ‘Sunset’ and you were surprised when she was the fucking worst. No one named like a hippie is a good person and I’ll bet twenty bucks her personality was mostly astrology,” Carol tells him, throwing a fry at him.

“Yeah, I think her personality was more inspired by Lord of the Flies but okay,” Tony says. “She wasn’t into astrology at least so there must be a saving grace.”

Peter frowns, “must be? Someone hasn’t had to have a four hour conversation about their star chart. Not to paint a lot of people with the same brush but fuck people who are into astrology. Like really into it, not the horoscope readers,” he says. Tony looks confused and Peter wishes he could relate.

From the look on Carol’s face she also wishes she could relate. “Sometimes I want to know what its like to live in a world where only people named Sunset can hurt me. How have you never run into some astrology junkie and ended up listening to several hours of- I’m calling Rhodey he knows the answer. Rhodes, explain to me how Tony has not dealt with a four hour astrology lecture that’s more painful then stepping on Lego?”

On the phone Rhodey snorts, “turns out you can avoid all that if you loudly proclaim that anyone who believes in that shit is a total idiot with an IQ so small it barely rivals that of a fruit fly then word gets around and people don’t bring it up around you,” he says.

Carol nods, “definitely trying that at the next party I go to thanks Rhodes!” she says, hanging up.

“Pretty sure that was passive aggressive,” Tony says.

“It was but its also solid life advice and I’m going to live by it, can we get McDonalds?” she asks.

“I’ve known you for like ten minutes but if anything ever happened to you I’d kill everyone in this car and then myself,” Peter tells her and Carol grins.

“You watch Brooklyn Nine Nine?” she asks excitedly. Tony looks like he’s already regretting taking Carol with him but he’s the one who decided they should bond, he can deal with the results.

Tony has his face pressed into Peter’s neck, scenting him softly and its sweet how needy he is but he has other concerns. “I’m pretty sure Rhodey hates me,” he murmurs, kissing the top of Tony’s head.

Tony places a small kiss on his neck, “baby, he doesn’t hate you. He’s just overprotective. He’ll thaw eventually, its not like Carol and Maria don’t like you.” Carol has decided he’s the brother she wishes she had and apparently she’d never mentioned a brother before because Tony had no idea he existed, but Maria mostly doesn’t dislike him. Its like like they’ve spent time together for either of them to have much of an opinion on the other. He goes to tell Tony this but he leans into Peter, curling one leg up around his waist as he noses at the underside of Peter’s jaw. “Didn’t you say you got some stuff?” he murmurs.

Peter lets out a huff as he grabs Tony’s wrist and shifts them both, flipping over so he’s straddling Tony. He grabs Tony’s other wrist and pins them above his head, leaning his weight into it to keep him there. Not that he wouldn’t stay there if Peter told him to, turns out he’s freakishly good at doing what he’s told for someone with such a reputation for being belligerent. “Can you not be a horn dog for like five seconds, I’m genuinely sure Rhodey hates me and I don’t know why.” Its not like he’s done anything to him, or Tony, so he doesn’t get the suspicious looks he’s getting.

“Baby, it took him like three years to approve of Pepper and the most suspicious thing about her is the fact that she’s a business major,” Tony says. “Rhodey just thinks I do a bad job taking care of myself, which is true in his defense, but in this case his worry is unnecessary,” Tony says, leaning up a little to kiss him. He has only minimal success pinned the way he is but its cute still.

“Well, I can’t say I blame him there. I’ve met like five people who majored in business and they were all the worst. Obviously they aren’t all a bunch of pricks who support treating workers like shit for a buck but I have had bad luck with them so far,” he says.

“Well, if it makes you feel better Carol says ninety percent of all STEM majors she's met are insufferable jackasses who think math is a replacement for a personality and that they mostly just insult her humanities stuff so apparently we suck too,” Tony says.

Peter snorts and starts laughing because he’s met those people too. “Pretty sure no one told them that being able to get a job in theory doesn’t make you interesting or better than anyone. Seriously though, Rhodey hates me so can we deal with that?” he asks, pouting at Tony.

Tony pouts back at him, unfazed. “Can we get back to whatever goodies I know you brought with you?” he asks.

“If I give in to you will you take my concerns seriously?” he asks, lifting an eyebrow.

“No, but only because Rhodey’s worried that you’ll like... break my heart or whatever and I know you wouldn’t do that so he has nothing to worry about and neither do you. Did you get some heels?” he asks and Peter rolls his eyes.

“God, you are impossible to deal with, I hope you know,” Peter tells him as he sits back in Tony’s lap. “Don’t move, I have plans for you.” Tony grins, clearly pleased with this turn of events as Peter climbs off the bed and walks off to Tony’s massive ass closet. Its literally the size of May’s whole apartment and now he gets why Tony thought it was small when its really not. They actually managed to find something pretty big for a good price but if Tony has grown up in houses so large his damn closet is the size of an apartment he can see why he was confused.

He’s got a pile of stuff in the corner that, yes, includes a few things he got with Tony’s card but he’s going to leave them for now. He’s tired and he’s got plans for Tony but they’re nothing particularly strenuous on his end. Tony can do all the work while he sits back and enjoys it. He grabs the pair of heels that he’d gotten just to be nice to Tony and puts them on. They look a little gaudy with the pink he’s wearing but something tells him Tony won’t care much if the red clashes with his outfit. He’s got a weird obsession with the color and Peter thought what the hell, why not entertain it a little?

He glances in the mirror Tony’s got in the closet and he has to admit they are cute, not as cute as the pink sparkly ones he got too, but cute nonetheless. He’ll wear the other ones tomorrow while Tony inevitably pouts about them not being the red ones. He gives them a final glance in the mirror and walks out, finding Tony exactly where he left him, hands still above his head too. “So good for me,” Peter tells him and Tony looks over and smiles, probably noting the obvious height difference. “Come here,” Peter tells him as he gets the the edge of the bed. Tony scrambles over fast, eager, and Peter appreciates his enthusiasm. He sits on the edge of the bed and Peter leans into him, propping himself up with one knee on the bed beside Tony.

His hand immediately falls to the heel Peter is wearing, hand curled around his ankle. “You got red,” he murmurs, looking at them too.

“Thought I’d indulge you a little,” Peter tells him. Tony lets out a soft moan and presses his face to Peter’s chest as he runs his hand over the shoe. “But I will have you know if you have a foot fetish I draw the line. Feet are weird and I don’t like them.”

Tony snorts and starts laughing, “its the shoe, not your feet. I like the way heels look. Especially on you,” he murmurs, looking up at him. Peter presses him back into the mattress and kisses him softly.

“Want to know what you’re gunna do?” he murmurs, not waiting for Tony’s affirmative to continue. He knows Tony will do what he asks. “You’re gunna go down on me, make it good too, and if you don’t get off to that you don’t get off at all. Sound good?” he murmurs in Tony’s ear.

He shivers and lets out a small moan. “Yeah, baby, I can do that,” he murmurs.

Peter nods because he knows he can, and he will, so he climbs off of Tony and onto the bed, shimmying up it until he’s comfortable. Once he is he spreads his legs and gestures for Tony to come closer. He listens of course, eagerly, and Peter runs his fingers through his hair when he’s close enough. Tony licks his lips like he’s about to get a meal out of this and that’s weirdly attractive in a way Peter doesn’t understand.

He does, however, know Tony happens to be good at this so when he starts with small, soft kisses to Peter’s thigh while one hand runs down his leg, predictably to the shoe on his foot, he lets Tony take his time. He’ll get there and when he does it’ll be good. So he lays back, letting the sensation wash over him while he runs his fingers through Tony’s think hair. God, he’s gorgeous. Peter figures if nothing else he does know how to pick ‘em pretty, especially Tony. He lets out a small moan as Tony sucks at the soft skin on his thighs, fingers tightening in his hair a little. “Come on baby, I know you’re not much of a tease,” Peter tells him. That’s not really true at all, Tony totally is a tease if Peter lets him but he isn’t going to be at the moment.

Tony lets out a soft noise of disappointment as Peter uses his grip on Tony’s hair to guide him where he wants him but he does what Peter wants nonetheless. He moans softly as Tony takes him into his mouth slowly, sucking softly and Peter huffs. “Baby,” he tells Tony in a warning tone, moaning a little louder when Tony picks up the pace.

He sits back, letting Tony do the work while he guides his head a little, fingers curled into Tony’s hair. “That’s it,” Peter tells him, “mm, fuck you’re good at this.” He never really used to enjoy this, Quent always whined way too much to make it worth his time, but Tony has a thing about his partner’s pleasure, doesn’t seem to draw much enjoyment out of anything sex related if he isn’t sure his partner likes it too and Peter’s happy to reap the benefits of it. Tony moans softly around him and his hips jerk up a little as his fingers tighten in Tony’s hair. He lets out another soft moan so Peter pulls at his hair experimentally again, pleased when he gets the same results.

“You like that?” he asks, remembering the way he’s reacted to it before. Hmm, probably should have picked up on that sooner. Tony lets out a small noise of affirmation and Peter runs his fingers through Tony’s hair. “Next time tell me that you like it right away- oh, baby, yeah like that. Just like that,” he murmurs to Tony. Fuck Peter always forgets how much he likes this, likes the way Tony’s so damn into it. He curls a leg around Tony’s back, pressing him in a little closer and Tony moans around him loudly, causing Peter’s hips to jerk again. “Fuck, baby,” he murmurs.

One of Tony’s hands curls around his thigh while the other moves down his ass, fingers prodding at Peter’s hole and he moans. “Yeah, baby, do it,” he tells Tony, tugging at his hair a little. Tony doesn’t waste time, doesn’t need to because Peter can feel that he’s slick, and presses two fingers in. His back arches and the hand in Tony’s hair curls tight while the other hand grips the sheets hard. “Come on, baby, give it to me,” Peter tells him, “m’close.”

Tony whines softly around him, hand flexing on his thigh and Peter throws his head back into his pillow. A thought occurs to Peter and he tugs at Tony’s hair, “wait, wait, wait,” he says as Tony lifts off of him, confused. “Here,” he murmurs, reaching up and undoing the collar around his neck before leaning forward and putting it on Tony. The way his mouth drops open and his eyes go glassy tells Peter all he needs to know. He reaches down and cups himself through his jeans, face pressed into Peter’s thigh as he moans.

“Did I say you could touch yourself?” Peter asks. Tony whines at him about it, giving him something of a desperate look but Peter grabs his chin. “Get back to getting me off, and if you cum in the meantime fine, but this is me time so get your hands off yourself,” he tells Tony.

He shivers and shifts himself a little, taking Peter back into his mouth and Peter moans. He can still see the collar on Tony’s neck, the rose gold standing out a little more against his tanned skin than Peter’s and fuck that is hot. That was another thing he never really got about alphas but maybe there’s something to it, something he’d never gotten before because he was the one expected to wear the collar. Tony clearly doesn’t mind given that he’s throwing himself enthusiastically into it.

“There you go baby, you like that?” Peter murmurs, hand slipping down through Tony’s hair to the collar, fingers brushing over it. “Like feeling like you belong to me?” he asks. Tony lets out a soft whine, rutting against the bed at Peter’s words. “You look so hot like this, my collar around your neck. Should get you one of your own,” he murmurs like he hadn’t already. Came with matching cuffs too and the mental image has him biting his lip to hold back. He can’t fucking wait to see Tony in them.

Tony tries his best to nod, not that he does a good job of it and that mostly encourages Peter’s mental images of Tony tied up, wrists above his head with the frilly collar around his neck begging Peter to touch him, do anything he wants to him. His fingers tighten in Tony’s hair as he toys with the collar around Tony’s neck. He lets out a soft keening noise, fingers tightening around Peter’s thigh in response. “Yeah, you want that baby? Wear my pretty collar in bed while I fuck you?” he says. Tony moans loudly, grip becoming almost tight enough to hurt. “Wanna fuck you too, see how pretty you look-” Peter starts but his words falter as he moans, “wanna see how- fuck, Tony,” he says, trying and failing to finish his sentence. “Baby I’m gunna cum, gunna- oh!” he says, hips jerking up involuntarily and Tony fucking takes it too. “Fuck yeah, baby, milk me through it,” he tells Tony, grip on his hair tight as Tony keep sucking him. “So good,” he tells Tony, “so fucking good.”

When Tony pulls off he’s spent, laying there like the sack of jelly he feels like, satiated. Tony plods off and comes back with a wash cloth and cleans him up some. Peter shivers at the touch but says nothing until Tony comes back empty handed and curls up next to him. He wraps an arm around Tony as he presses his face into Peter’s neck, scenting him. “Want you to fuck me using your slick,” Tony says like that’s just something you say. He tenses for a moment when Peter doesn’t respond right away but when Peter tilts his head up to force Tony to look at him the tension fades from his frame.

“Yes, baby. And I already got a collar, by the way. Thought you’d look hot in it. We’ll go through the stuff tomorrow,” he tells Tony. He shivers in anticipation and curls back into Peter’s side.

“Okay,” he murmurs.

They lay like that for a couple more minutes before a thought occurs to Peter. “Did you cum?” he asks, curious more than anything.

Tony snorts, “baby, I came as soon as said I belonged to you.” Well, there’s some knowledge he’ll use on a later date.

Tony and Carol are having it out over the last banana when Rhodey appears in the kitchen looking grumpy. Peter figures he’s not a morning person and he can’t say he blames the guy there. But he does stop dead in his tracks when he sees Tony. “Someone care to explain to me why Tony is wearing Peter’s collar?” he says in a tone that doesn’t exactly imply anything good but its the nasty look that he’s giving Peter, like he’s somehow forced Tony into it or something, that leaves him nervous.

“Oh hop off it Rhodes, Tony might have weird tastes but at least he didn’t cover being a pillow princess up with pretending to be dead,” Carol says.

“Excuse me what the fuck?” Maria asks, appearing in the kitchen and looking promptly disturbed. Rhodey rolls his eyes but gives Peter another dirty look before he makes his way to the fridge. Tony doesn’t say anything, just looks kind of shocked as he walks over to Peter. He wraps an arm around Tony’s waist and kisses him softly.

“Its fine, baby, he just didn’t expect it,” he murmurs. Not, he mentions, that Carol said anything and he knows she noticed. But he doesn't really feel the need to mention that.

#tony stark x peter parker #starker #alternate universe #fanfiction #abo fanfic

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Please Don’t Regret Me - 3. Bad News First

Warnings: Cursing

March 2018 - 5sos III Tour

If there was anything worse than a delayed flight, it was definitely a luggage conveyor. LAX just had to have the slowest working conveyor of all time. Nelle tapped her foot impatiently. She had two suitcases placed beside her; She needed three more before she could leave the place. She tapped away on her phone, ordering an Uber to pick her and the men of her life up. She glanced at the luggage belt, looking for black suitcases with either orange, red, or blue duct tape on the handles. Nothing.

Uber confirmed her ride and she sheathed her phone into the back pocket of her ripped black jeans. She yawned into the sleeve of her oversized black hoodie. The flight from Milan to Los Angeles had her extremely jet lag. The beginning leg of the III Tour already had her running on nothing but coffee and energy drinks with the occasional instant ramen or breakfast pastry. She needed real food asap.

She took a look behind her to see that Ashton, Michael, Calum, and Luke were not as affected by the different time zones. They were goofing around, playing hide and seek behind the airport benches and fake plants. Her eyes lingered on Luke. He was crouched down behind a pillar, his mouth covered by the sleeve of his jacket to contain his laughter as Ashton wandered around the area looking for him.

She couldn’t help thinking about the past couple of days that they’d been traveling Europe. Luke had bunked in her room 3 nights and had fought to get to sit next to her on their flight to LA. He had pushed Calum out the way, forcing him to sit between Ashton and Michael. Their nights they’d spent together were no different than the night following the release of Want You Back. They were spent watching Netflix, eating food, and innocently flirting with one another. Thinking of those nights gave Nelle butterflies and made her head feel light. What was the deal with Luke?

He was just Luke. Calum’s best friend. He was a jerk sometimes when he was hungry or sleepy. He liked pho and croissants. He was a blond giant who before only conversed with Nelle when he needed to. He wasn't mean to her or ever lashed out at her when something didn’t go his way. She assumed he just knew that her job was basically to babysit them and get them from point A to point B with the occasional errand here and there. Now he was insistent on them being partnered up for everything, but never made it obvious to his bandmates. For a moment, Nelle thought it was part of a cruel prank, but figured that Calum would never let him to do that her; Calum was extremely protective of Nelle. He’d probably disband the lot if Luke ever did something so malicious.

She shook her head. She needed to get it together. And quickly.

---

“Again.” Johnny, the sound producer, mumbled into the microphone. Luke rolled his eyes, adjusting the headphones around his head. This was the ninth again he’d heard in an hour. He huffed loudly into the mic on accident causing a high pitch ring to resonate through his booth and the sound board room. A series of Fuck, Luke and Ouch ran through the music booth.

“Sorry, sorry." He grumbled though not sincerely. “Can I get a break?” He asked looking to his bandmates through the glass that separated them. “Perhaps Cal could come in here instead and work on Babylon?” His voice was hoarse and exasperated. He didn’t even want to be here, but he was supposed to be because Calum said so. Because their manager had called them and said their album needed more work. Because Michael didn’t think it was complete. Because Ashton wrote one more song. Because he needed to rewrite and sing new verses.

Calum stood up from his spot, holding up his middle finger at his bandmate with a lopsided grin. He waved for Luke to come out the booth. Luke sighed, relieved.

The two passed each other up as one went in and the other went out. Ashton eyed Luke curiously as the curly-haired fellow went to drop himself into the armchair Calum had just unoccupied.

Luke felt exhausted. Their short number of shows in Europe and the flight from Milan had finally caught up to him, but that wasn’t the only thing eating at him. After flying into LA and checking into their hotel for the next few days before flying to Paris, Nelle left. No explanation or anything.

He knew it shouldn’t have bothered him because she didn’t have to explain herself to him, but he thought they’d been doing so well lately. She’d been endlessly playful and flirty with him. Every time she looked his way, he felt so light, like there was no pressure on him; that he was definitely and rightfully okay. Now, since arriving in California, not even a text had been exchanged between the two. He couldn’t decide whether to be worried or not.

There was a SNAP causing Luke to blink furiously and focus on his surroundings. Michael was standing in front him, his hand still extended in the end position of his finger snap.

“What the fuck has gotten into you?” he asked. Luke scoffed, turning his face away. He mumbled a small nothing. “Bull shit.” Michael declared. “Spill…”

Luke had to face Michael now. He sized his buddy up, eyeing him up and down and even bucked at him, but Michael didn’t even flinch. Instead…

“Spill… or I tell Cal you have the hots for Nelle.”

Ashton, who was mid-sip of his iced coffee, began choking. He gasped desperately, pounding the front of his chest with no help from Luke or Michael.

“Dude!” Ashton wheezed. Michael ignored Ashton and stayed focused on Luke.

“So the fuck what?” Luke finally stated. At this point, there was no point in lying. They were going to find out sooner or later just how he had found out when they both had crushes on her.

Michael stepped back, stunned that it took so little effort to get Luke to admit that he liked Nelle. He’d expected more fight. Luke was always on defense when it came to his feelings, especially feelings for girls. He ran a hand through his knotted hair.

“Uhh. Wow. I don’t really know what to say anymore.” Michael went to sit back down next to Ashton. “I guess you can take it from here, Irwin.”

Ashton sat up straight, clearing his throat. “So… Hemmo… what the actual fuck?! Look… take this from our experience of having loved… and still love the most beautiful creature to walk the face of the planet… Calum will hang you if you even so much as look at her the wrong way. I'm surprised he hasn’t caught you making puppy eyes at her... How long has this been going on? This is all rather intriguing and downright confusing.”

With a roll of his eyes and shrug, Luke disregarded everything Ashton said.

“It’s been made pretty clear that she’s not interested in us. She refused the both of you and you, Ash, are probably the most compatible with her. I don’t see how I would be an exception.” He declared, a heavy weight on his heart.

Ashton and Michael shared a brief, but knowing, glance with one another.

“I don’t know, mate.” Michael began. “I never seen Nelle look at anyone the way she looks at you."

That, there, it wasn’t exactly what Luke wanted to hear, but at the same time, it was exactly what he needed to hear. His heart skipped a beat and he felt light for a moment.

---

Luke trudged through the hotel lobby, hanging back from the other three. Michael, Calum, and Ashton were being boisterous, making the hotel guests and employees look their way as they joked and laughed heartily.

“Dude, c’mon!” Ashton stopped, pulling his two buds by the shirts to get them to stop walking. They waited for Luke to catch up with them. Since their recording session and getting Luke to admit his feelings about Nelle, Ashton had noticed Luke’s attitude had gone to nearly depressed. Calum was curious and had asked what was the matter, but everyone stayed tight-lipped.

Luke pulled his phone out of his pocket, checked to see if he had any notifications, and when he didn’t, he stuffed it back into his pocket.

“I really don’t want to go to Harry’s rager.” Luke mumbled, not bothering to look any of his mates in the eyes. Michael bumped him in the shoulder.

“Serious? Harry Styles is throwing the party of the year and you’re just gonna… not go?”

Luke shrugged. Calum narrowed his eyes at the guy, but didn’t say anything.

“The last time we partied with him, I ended up two cities over with no pants. I think I'm good.” Luke stated. “I think I'll just work on some music.”

Ashton scoffed at this.

“Wooow. You didn’t do shit today in the studio, gave up halfway, and now you want to--"

Calum held his hand over Ashton’s mouth to stop talking. He tried to pry Calum’s hand off his face but failed.

“If you want to stay here, go ahead.” Calum told him. Luke nodded in appreciation and began to turn his feet towards the elevators. They went their separate ways after Michael ran back to Luke to give him a quick hug and kiss on his head.

When Luke was sure that they were gone, he strayed away from the elevators and went to the front desk.

The brunette receptionist glanced over her glasses at Luke. He stood there, nervously, not really sure what to say or do since he was never the one to check them in when they arrived at hotels.

The woman cleared her throat, looking at Luke unamused. “Is there something I can help you with, sir?” Her voice super monotone.

Luke rubbed the back of his neck with his hand, the edge of his neck ran pink from the nerves. He felt his palms growing sweaty. His heart thumped against his chest hard. He could feel his vision closing in, an anxiety attack ensuing…

“My assistant… she checked us in this morning but didn’t tell me what room she was in. I need my room key from her.” Luke managed to say after a few breaths. It was a lie. He had his room key, but Nelle hadn’t told him nor the others what her room was. Right now, he needed to be with her. He wanted to talk to her. The lady, who’s nametag read Monica, raised an eyebrow.

“Do you have your ID?” she asked. Luke nodded rapidly, fumbling with his hands to reach into his back pocket of his black pants. He handed his ID to her and she typed away on her computer.

“Her name is Nelle. N-Nelle Padilla.” Luke stuttered. “My friend’s names are Calum Hood, Michael Clifford, and Ashton Irwin. We would have all been checked in at the same time.”

Monica looked at him, not entirely sure to believe him, but with a shrug of her shoulders, keyed in the names he gave off. She passed his identification back to him. “I have your friend’s names, but the first one doesn’t come up.” She told him.

Luke shook his head. He clearly remembered Nelle checking them all in. She hated LA. She wouldn’t stay anywhere else without them.

Something suddenly clicked. “Wait… could you try Eleanor Padilla?” He grimaced afterwards. He’d just found out her real first name days ago. It was a shock to him since everyone… like literally everyone only called her Nelle. The name was foreign on his tongue. He hoped to never say it again.

The receptionist tried again, typing quickly for there was a couple standing behind Luke now, ready to check in. She shook her head.

“Sorry. That one doesn’t come up either.”

Luke thanked her for her time. He headed back to the elevators, sad, confused, and downright annoyed.

His anxiety was gone. Now he was just irritated. He made his way to his floor, still wondering where Nelle could have gone. He checked his phone, his fingers lingering over the screen on their text conversation.

Where R you? Hazza is throwing a party. U down?

He stared at his text unsure if he should send it. He didn’t want to go to that dumb party, but if it got a response from Nelle, then it was worth it. He rethought the wording then deleted it as he got to his room. He let himself in. The lights were on. He furrowed his brows; he knew he’d turned them off before they’d left for the studio earlier. He entered cautiously, aware that the TV was on as well.

Stepping into the main part of his room, he sighed of relief.

Nelle was sitting on the bed, a pillow already placed in the middle of it splitting their sides. Her hair was damp so she’d had to have just gotten out the shower. It was drying into her waves. For the longest, Luke had thought she had straight hair. Now in the recent weeks of getting to know her, he now knew that it was naturally wavy. He decided he liked it like that best.

Nelle smiled at Luke; it wasn’t her typical genuine wide smile, but a small, closed lipped one. Her eyes looked sad but he didn’t want to question it. He was just glad that she was here. And Nelle was glad he was there too. She had been MIA all day since arriving in LA that morning. She’d sent the boys to the studio, leaving herself to have a meeting with their manager. The meeting had ran long, almost all day and part of the evening. She was mentally drained. She wanted to tell Luke about it but the second he’d walked in, she found herself suddenly feeling guilty and cowardly.

“I missed you today.” Luke mused, looking over at her. Nelle eyed Luke, her amber eyes trying to read his blue ones. He was being sincere. Nelle lowered her eyes, afraid to give her emotions away.

“Missed you too.” She mumbled back.

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It was a sunny, cool morning in LA. It was 24 hours until their departure to France. Nelle wandered through the streets of Los Angeles, a coffee tray and a bag of bagels in her hands. 5SOS was back in the studio today for a bit. Every minute for the next 24 hours was booked solid and Nelle was determined to not let anything slip through the cracks, even when California always treated her unwell.

She made it the studio building with her arms full and without spilling a drop of anything. The girl at the front desk said hello to her as she carefully made her way to the elevators.

Ironically, the guys were located on the fifth floor. Anything in regards to the number five was almost always a good sign according to Ashton, who believed in that kind of good luck/bad luck thing. Nelle sped down the hallway to the studio room.

Michael was the first to see her through the thick glass door. He jumped off the recliner he was lounging in and hopped over Ashton’s body on the floor to open the door for her. Nelle entered the studio, trekking over Ashton’s legs, to set the coffees and bagels on the table next to the recliner Michael had just left empty.

“Luke just stepped outside. Cal is in the booth.” Ashton said as he raised his body from the floor to get himself a bagel. Michael was already an arm deep into the bag of round bread when Nelle chastised him.

“If you’re gonna get a poppy seed bagel, you better eat the seeds, Michael.”

Michael mumbled something under his breath before pulling a plain bagel out the bag. He grabbed the coffee with his name on it from the tray and went back to his recliner.

Seconds later, Luke walked back into the studio room and Calum entered from the booth. Johnny, the producer excused himself to make a phone call and to run down the street to the nearest McDonald's.

The room was quiet for a while as everyone ate and drank. Luke kept glancing at Nelle who was sitting next to Ashton on the loveseat couch. She could have sat between him and Calum on the long couch. He pushed that bit of jealously down with the gulp of his coffee but it quickly rose up again as Ashton put one of his hands on Nelle’s thigh. It was an innocent gesture, but his hand was pretty high on her leg and he couldn't help but feel slightly green. It also didn’t help that they were whispering amongst each other with their faces pretty close.

When everyone was finished eating, Nelle stood up from her spot next to Ashton. She picked up the boys’ trash, putting it all in the bag that it had come in. She cleared her throat afterwards and all four of them looked in her direction. She stood awkwardly in the middle of floor, pulling the Led Zeppelin shirt she’d borrow from Luke that morning tight around middle. Luke noticed the way the shirt now clung around her curves and his mind flashed back to that morning when he’d woken up to see Nelle hopping around the hotel room, struggling to pull her pants over the curvature of her hips and ass. Luke hadn’t meant to stare, but he had and when she’d finally succeeded in buttoning her pants, he pretended to be asleep to give him some time for his prick to go down.

“Everyone…” Nelle announced. “I have an announcement to make.”

Calum looked worried. The way Nelle had said that made goosebumps raise on his body. He shuddered as Nelle cleared her throat to keep talking.

She let out a deep breath, eyed Calum for a brief second for some quick reassurance and then spoke, trying hard to not let her voice break. “I… I am not joining you for the rest of this tour… I am not going on promo for the next single… and I am not going on tour for Youngblood.”

Blue, green, hazel, and brown eyes all widened in shock. The room was dead silent except for the vibration of someone’s phone but no one dared to move.

Michael seemed the first to react as his body collapsed backwards into the recliner, his eyes watering immediately. Ashton groaned in discontent.

“Is this some type of joke?” Calum asked. His eyes darted around the room to his mates; Luke had an unreadable expression and Nelle was not sure what to make of it. He seemed not phased at all.

“It’s not…” Nelle replied. “I—“

“What the fuck!?” Michael interrupted her. “What do you mean you’re not coming with us? This is a bit fucked up, Nelle! We’re in the middle of a fucking tour. We’re about to release our third album and you’re just gonna drop this shitty ass bomb on us like that!”

Nelle had not expected Michael to react so angrily. In fact, she had mentally prepared herself for Ashton to be the one to get mad, not Michael.

“It’s been a long time coming, Clifford. Did you really think I wasn’t ever going to leave? I mean… compared to other assistants we’ve come across, I’ve been around a lifetime… but I need to do my own thing. I’ve been putting the four of you ahead of my own life for almost six years now. I have to do this for my own good.” Nelle clarified but the more she spoke, the more it upset Michael. Ashton scoffed whereas Calum shook his head.

“So we’re a nuisance to you now.” Michael chuckled coldly. “Wow… I can’t even look at you right now.”

Nelle neared Michael, but Ashton gave her a warning look. “Look… I don’t want to leave, but lately it’s just been so much, so fast, and I’m tired. It’s hard to keep my own life organized when I have to organize four other peoples’ lives as well. I haven’t done anything for myself since I decided to come along with you guys. I got into Yale last fall…”

Calum gawked at her. “What the hell? Why didn’t you say anything, Nelle?”

“I did.” She shrugged. “You all were too busy beginning the new album. I got in, they understood my situation, and I’ve been doing online classes since we travel too much for me to attend actual classes.

“You know I love you, all of you” She met Michael’s eyes when she said this and Luke felt a slight pang in his heart. Why didn’t she look at him? “But… that break before you started the new album, getting into this prestigious university, it just made me realize that I need to put myself first now. I wouldn’t take back anything in all these years, but…”

“Can you just get out?” Ashton finally spoke, his voice on the edge of breaking, but he spoke with a cold force that made Calum double-glance at him to make sure it was him speaking. Nelle turned towards Ashton, her heart cracking, a huge lump in her throat. “We don’t need to know why… just fucking go. We’ll call Richard and figure all of this out on our own.” Ashton shooed her away towards the door.

Nelle took another look at the four of them. No one else said anything else, not even Calum, who had always been there besides her and took her side. She tried to meet Luke’s eyes, but he was turned away from her. She inhaled deeply, holding in her tears, and she left.

<<>>

When the glass door was shut and Nelle was out of sight, Luke turned on Calum.

“WOW! And I thought you were her brother.” He mocked. Calum straightened up real quick, his brows creased.

“You didn’t say shit! Don’t come at me!” Calum argued. “What the fuck did you do to her to make her want to leave?”

Ashton’s eyes darted between the two and then to Michael. Michael, though still incredibly upset, suddenly felt troubled. Maybe he shouldn’t have gotten so upset.

“I didn’t do anything. Maybe it was you selfish assholes.” Luke voiced back. “She does so much for us and we couldn’t even return the fucking favor.”

Luke’s statement made all three of them lower their heads in guilt. He wasn’t wrong, yet no one bothered to admit it. Luke stood up hastily, his footsteps heavy as he walked towards the door.

“I’m not gonna let her leave on bad terms. She deserves the fucking world for everything’s she’s done for us.” He said. Calum sneered.

“Since when do you care so much about her?” he asked. Luke rolled his eyes.

“Since when have you stopped?” Luke shot back before he left.

<<>>

Nelle stopped before the elevators, her emotions getting the best of her. She leaned back on the wall across the elevators, between two potted plants. Her tears guzzling out before she could stop them. This was not the reaction she had expected.

She knew they were going to be upset, but she hadn’t known they were going to be outraged by her departure. She wanted her last moments to be hugs and kisses and I going to miss you. She hadn’t anticipated getting practically kicked out. She’d wanted to spend the rest of the day together, even if it was going to be spent working. She wanted to drop them off at the airport before they left for France and her Australia. She wanted to make sure their new assistant who was going to be at the airport waiting for them knew every single thing about them because she wanted to make sure they were in safe hands.

She let out a loud sob, forcing herself to rub her face with her hands to clean away the tears. She sniffled, wishing she’d thought to bring her purse because she was really in dire need of tissues and there was no way she was going to wipe her face on Luke’s shirt. She inhaled and exhaled the way she’d taught the guys how to when they got too anxious. Her head was bowed down with her eyes closed, but when she finally felt calm and her tears were now just silent trickles, she opened them up.

She glanced up quickly after noticing a pair of black boots in front of her own. Her wet tawny eyes met a pair of cerulean blues; her body buckled forward and luckily Luke had expected it. He caught her and held her close. This was the first time he’d ever hugged her… and the last his mind was quick to remind him.

Nelle drew in Luke’s scent, the same clean, zesty smell that been clingy to her, his, shirt all day. She pulled away from him, but stayed close enough to where he could keep his arms around her.

“I’m sorry for the way they were…” Luke whispered down to her, his forehead pressing against hers. Their noses touched and it took nearly everything in Nelle’s body to keep her from tippy-toeing up just a few centimeters to capture his lips. She wasn’t going to lie to herself and pretend that she didn’t find Luke attractive. She’d been doing all she could to distract herself from that fact especially in these days that they’d finally become friends. She was keeping her feelings at bay because she had already thought of quitting for a long time. That was why she couldn’t date within the band she always told herself. But Luke was different.

“I’m sorry I dropped the news like this.” She told him back. Luke shook his head when he noticed Nelle’s eyes watering again. He pressed her face into his shoulder, squeezing her body gently for comfort. It took a few seconds for Nelle to calm herself again. She dragged her body away from Luke’s again, this time completely. She couldn’t think straight with him so close.

“I need to go.” She said rashly. Luke looked at her with sad eyes just as Nelle tried to speed off. She managed to push the down button for the elevator before Luke could react. He reached out, grabbing her hand and pulled her back to him. Nelle yanked her hand away, Luke’s face dismayed by her rebuff.

“I don’t want to start anything we can’t finish.” She uttered just as the elevator doors opened. She stepped back into the metal box, pushed the Close Door button quickly before pressing the 1st floor button. She gave him a single wave just as the doors closed. He didn’t even get to wave back.

#5 seconds of summer #5sos #luke hemmings #ashton irwin #michael clifford #calum hood #hemmo #please dont regret me #sorry if there's typos #just wanted to get this out #5sos imagine #5 seconds of summer imagine

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Bringing Home Kobik - 6

Bringing Home Kobik: A Winterhawk Fanfic

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Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton

Word Count: 2239

Rating: E

Warnings: Smut on the series (M|M, oral, anal), the aftermath of torture, PTSD, mentions of child abuse

Synopsis: When Bucky decides to try to get legal custody of Kobik he meets resistance due to him being a single man. Clint steps up as a co-parent to help with the process.

Art by @bexlie-draws

Chapter 6

The kiss changed things. Much more drastically than Bucky had expected. If he’d realized how much he might have waited until Kobik was more settled. Now he was juggling being a new dad to learning how to be a boyfriend again. Clint was not exactly what you’d call ‘good boyfriend material’ either. He had issues almost as long as Bucky’s which was saying a lot.

He was also really handsy which was something Bucky wanted to be again, but he definitely wasn’t there yet. Each time Clint put his hands on him it felt like an electric current shot through his system and his body didn’t know how to react. Having to explain to him he needed to back off made him angry with himself and HYDRA.

Clint seemed to be running at two speeds because Bucky’s issues were setting off his own. He was only ever, full speed ahead or full breaks on. The go-slow thing seemed to be something he didn’t seem capable of and Bucky started to doubt if they were even compatible.

Kobik though was a whole different story. She settled in immediately. He already knew how much they loved each other, but she took to Clint immediately. Clint was the soft touch who gave in to almost every whim she had. Icecream for breakfast? Sure why not. Mess with Sam while he was doing flight maneuvers? Great plan. Bucky both loved it and found it extremely frustrating. Like he’d suddenly adopted two children instead of one.

She was happy though. She didn’t bring up changing things again which was good. The photo wall added more pics of her. By herself or with them or with someone from the team. Her being happy meant more to Bucky than anything else.

After a time they enrolled her in a preschool. That freaked Bucky out more than anything else. All he could think of was one-day Kobik was going to get bullied or receive a detention and she’d alter the universe so the people who upset her didn’t exist anymore, and how would he know if that had happened?

They took a long time to find a school that he thought would work for her. Standard schooling wouldn’t work because there were too many potentials for catastrophe. In the end, they found a school that was small, where everyone knew everyone else. Bullying was dealt with through discussion and learning was self-directed. A huge amount of money was given to them to help deal with her special issues too. Bucky was still terrified the day the three of them drove into the parking lot in the morning.

“Okay, got your bag?” He asked as they all piled out of the car.

“Yep,” Kobik said holding up her backpack. It was a shimmery blue with a unicorn on it.

“Lunch is in it?” He said taking her hand.

“Yes. Packed inside.” She agreed.

“Now what aren’t you doing today?” He asked.

“Using my powers.” She replied.

Clint moved in front of them so he was walking backward in the direction of the school. “What are we doing today?”

“Have fun!” Kobik chirped.

“And?” Clint said.

“Make lots of friends!” Kobik shouted.

“That’s right!” Clint said scooping her up off the ground and throwing her in the air. She squealed happily and caught him around the neck as she fell back down.

Clint carried her inside and held his hand out to Bucky. Bucky hesitated before taking it and holding it tightly. When they reached the classroom they were greeted by the teacher and teachers aid.

“Hello! You must be Kobik. I’m Jenny. Are you ready for your first day?” She asked.

“I sure am!” Kobik said excitedly.

“Well, why don’t you go hang your bag up and put your lunch box in the crate and you can take a look around?” Jenny said.

Kobik wiggled out of Clint’s arms and dragged him inside with her. Bucky stopped and looked at Jenny feeling helpless. “Are you sure you’re gonna be okay. She can fly you know?”

Jenny smiled and shrugged. “Guess we’ll find out. But she should at least get a chance right?”

Bucky wanted to hug her in that moment. He let out a breath and felt his shoulder relax. “Yeah. I just want her to be a normal kid.”

“I honestly wish more parents were like you, Sergeant Barnes. Way too much pressure on kids to be more than just that.” She said. “We take a lot of photos through the day so you can see what she’s up to. And I promise if we’re in over our head we’ll call.”

“Thank you.” He said.

“Of course.”

Kobik came running out of the cloakroom with a bunch of children giggling, followed by a bewildered-looking Clint. “She made friends.” He said.

“You gonna come say goodbye, Kobik?” Bucky called.

Kobik didn’t even stop running. “Bye, Buckaroo!” She yelled.

Clint came and took his hand again. “Come on. She’s fine.” He said and started to pull him back outside.

“Maybe this was a bad idea. She doesn’t have to go to preschool right?” Bucky said getting into the car.

Clint put his hand on Bucky’s leg. “No, but preschool is fun. And she only does it a few times a week. Slowly ease in. It’ll be good for her.”

Bucky nodded and let out a breath. “Yeah, you’re right.”

“And,” Clint said, squeezing his thigh. “We get some alone time. Which we literally haven’t had any of since you kissed me.”

“I - uh - yeah.” Bucky stuttered.

“You’ve changed your mind, haven’t you? I wasn’t sure but that’s what’s happened?” Clint asked taking his hand away.

“No. No, I swear. I - I really like you, Clint. I mean, you’re the first person I’ve been interested in since… before I fell from the train. You know?” Bucky said. He pulled the car out of the school parking lot and into the street, aiming back towards the compound.

“Oh. Oh shit.” Clint said sinking back into the car seat.

“Yeah. So that’s that. I don’t…. I don’t remember what it’s like to be a boyfriend. I’m not used to people touching me. At least not like that. Pretty used to having them punch me and slap me in the face and stuff. I’ve never been with a guy before. This is a lot of pressure for you, Clint.”

Clint put his hand back on Bucky’s thigh. “If you can deal with my shit, I can deal with yours.” He gave Bucky’s leg a small rub. “How about we go home, take a bath. I’ll wash your hair because you never fuckin’ do it. And …” He shrugged.

“Yeah. Sounds good.” Bucky agreed.

“Wow, it really fluffs up when you wash it, huh?” Clint said running his fingers through Bucky’s hair again. Something he hadn’t stopped doing since they’d both gotten out of the water and dried off. It hadn’t taken Bucky as long as he had expected to go from his body twitching every time Clint put his hands on him to practically purring like a cat. All the build-up to this happening. The time it took for Bucky to realize what was happening. The hand-holding. The kiss and the aftermath of mixed feelings. They’d all been slowly easing him into the idea of this. Lying together in bed Clint wrapped around him as the promise of more loomed over them.

Bucky looked into the archer’s blue eyes. “Why do you think I avoid washing it?”

“I don’t know. Your hair gets caught in the metal plate on your prosthetic?” Clint teased.

Bucky smirked, trying not to laugh. “You know what, Barton, I could really…”

“What?” Clint asked, his fingers still carding through Bucky’s hair. “What could you do?”

Bucky crashed his mouth into Clint’s, taking him by surprise. For a split second, Clint did nothing, shocked at the sudden change. One split second it took for him to go from bewildered to returning the kiss hungrily. He wrapped both his arms around Bucky and pulled their bodies flush against each other.

Bucky hooked his leg over Clint’s and rolled his hips against him. The slight bit of friction, making his cock twitch and begin to harden. He moaned into the kiss and parted his lips. His tongue flicked out and was met by Clint’s and they circled together.

For every movement Bucky made, Clint matched, making it clear that Bucky was setting the pace. He had no reason to push himself further than he felt comfortable with. If he wanted to stop, Clint would with no hesitation.

He didn’t want to stop though. He wanted everything. He pulled Clint’s shirt up over his head and began kissing along the sinewy muscles of his chest. His tongue would dart out and swirl around, tasting the salt on his skin. Clint let out a strangled moan and nuzzled into Bucky’s hair. His fingers ghosted up Bucky’s back making his skin tingle and break out in goosebumps.

Bucky’s hips jerk forward and he groaned deeply. “Fuck, Clint. Need you.” He rumbled.

“I’m all yours, Buck. Whatever you want.” Clint whispered.

Bucky slipped his hand between them and took hold of both their cocks in his flesh hand. He began to slowly pump them The soft press of his cock against Clint’s and the way they pulsed and twitched as the hardened fully sent shivers running up his spine. Clint grabbed the tube of lube from the bedside table and squeezed it. The thick viscous gel drizzled down and splattered over their cocks and Bucky’s hand.

Bucky tensed at the sudden cold on his skin and began slicking them both. His hand moving a little faster and squeezing a little harder.

“Fuck. Oh fuck. Jesus, Buck.” Clint cursed. He’d started to rock his hips so he was fucking the little pocket Bucky had formed out of his hand and cock. “Want you. Want you to fuck me.”

Bucky growled and rolled them over so Clint was lying on his back below him. “You sure?” He asked teasing his fingers over Clint’s asshole.

Clint whined and pulled his knees up. “Yeah. God, yes.”

Bucky leaned down and kissed him. More tenderly this time. The thing was, Clint was an idiot. An annoying idiot a lot of the time. But Clint was his annoying idiot and Bucky loved him.

He coated Clint’s asshole with lube and eased a finger inside of him. When he met minimal resistance he added a second. Clint grunted and bucked up. “Yes! Fuck! Like that.”

“You've done this before?” Bucky whispered.

Clint nodded and made a mewling sound. “Yeah. Yes. You’re doing great. Just, stretch me out.”

Bucky pushed both his fingers in and out, slowly fucking Clint with them. Each inward thrust he pushed a little deeper. When the pads of his fingers pressed on the spongy surface of Clint’s prostate Clint made a primal groan and arched up under him. “Fuck! Yes!”

Bucky slid his fingers out and added more lube to his cock. He pressed the head against Clint’s hole. Clint pushed back against him and Bucky snapped his hips forward sinking into him.

They both let out long moans and Bucky began to thrust. “Oh god, Clint.” He murmured against Clint’s throat. “Feels so good. Not sure how long I’m gonna last.”

Clint ran his hands through Bucky’s hair again his head dropping back as gave himself to the sensation of Bucky’s cock filling him so completely. “It’s okay.” He groaned. “Just fuck me.”

Bucky moved faster. Fucking deeper into him. He trailed his mouth along Clint’s neck and shoulders as Clint ran his hands over his back, sometimes digging them in and holding him. His skin prickled and pressure built inside him. He felt like it was bearing down on him and he could explode from at any minute. Sweat dripped from his brow and he began to pant.

He wrapped his fingers around Clint’s cock and Clint made a keening sound. “Oh fuck. Gonna come.” He said, his voice sounding like pleading.

Bucky took it as a cue, he relaxed, giving himself to the sensation running through him and with one final snap of his hips he emptied deep inside Clint. Clint groaned and released with him, spilling over his own stomach and Bucky’s fingers.

Bucky slipped from Clint and collapsed on his back. “God, that was good.” He sighed, his chest still rising and falling as his breathing evened out.

Clint grabbed a tissue and began cleaning himself off. “Yeah, it was.” He said and rolled over nuzzling into Bucky’s neck.

“We should go again,” Bucky said, propping himself up and looking down at Clint.

Clint laughed and pecked Bucky’s lips. “Sounds good. And we will. But right now we gotta clean up and go get our daughter.”

Bucky shot up. “Oh shit. Yeah. They didn’t call. You think it went okay?”

Clint climbed out of bed and headed to the bathroom on Bucky’s heels. “Either that or we get there and the school has been replaced by a giant hot fudge sundae.”

Bucky chuckled and shook his head. So he may not have gotten a wife and the four kids and the house with a white picket fence. But he did get a boyfriend, a daughter and a big apartment he didn’t have to pay any rent for and that was pretty great too.

~ END ~

#bucky barnes #clint barton #hawkeye #the winter soldier #winterhawk #bucky barnes x clint barton #winterhawk fanfic #hawkeye fanfic #the winter soldier fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #smut #fluff #bringing home kobik

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phidiaspickle · 7 years

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For @cmhoughton

CANCER - MAGINATION INSIGHT TENACITY AFFECTION CARING CAUTION AVARICE IRRITABILITY DESPONDENCY POSSESSIVENESS MOODINESS HYPERSENSITIVITY

DRAGON - STRENGTH RIGIDITY SUCCESS MISTRUST GOOD HEALTH DISSATSIFACTION ENTHUSIASM INFATUATION PLUCK SENTIMENTALITY VOLUBILITY

“I feel” Water, Moon, Cardinal

“I preside” Positive Wood, Yang

Great emotional vitality is the foundation of this astonishing character’s personality. The Cancer/Dragon is born with all of Cancer’s profound ability to feel life in every aspect. Too, this subject is endowed with the Dragonish pluck and fire we all know and love so well. So we have here a forceful and dauntlessly enthusiastic character. Cancer’s eternal black moods will be lightened by the Dragon’s phoenix-like ability to rise from the ashes of his own immolation by his natural pep and vigor. Dragon’s unwieldy braggadocio will be tempered by Cancer’s good sense and dignity.

Cancer/Dragon is almost boyish in the variety of charm he exudes. He’s got just a soupçon of a twinkle in a very sensual glance. Bedroom eyes with a skylight. Cancer wants to keep this subject home. Dragon longs to race out and beat the world at any game in town. This creates a natural inner conflict. Who decides the issues? What breaks the camel’s back every time? Sentimentality. This Cancer/Dragon subject is terminally sentimental. With this sentimental side, of course, comes a tendency to be hypersensitive. The Cancer is the only Dragon who will cry at weddings and faint at baptisms and bar mitzvahs. They know how to mix feelings with theater. “It’s alarming how charming . . .” and so on.

The impression one gets when encountering this person for the first time is one of great strength of character and giant capability. “Gosh!” you say to yourself. “This woman looks as if she eats elephant meat for breakfast.” Thing is, if you get to know her, you’ll see that this power rarely exploited. Cancer/Dragons have muscle. But they don’t like to have to use it.

Though not often classically attractive, this person will enjoy much success with the opposite sex. Much of the Dragonish fire is doused by Cancer’s watery side making this character steamy rather than just sexy. The Dragon/Cancer, then, is less obviously pushy and egotistical. This is a toned-down Dragon. A spiffed-up Cancer.

Cancer/Dragons are curious people and often go traveling and bring back reports or trophies from their wanderings. This person knows how and where to apply the dynamic energy he owns, and makes an interesting—though perhaps a mite too talky for my taste—companion. Dragon/Cancers are idealistic, too. They’d like to change the world—or at least try.

The Cancer born Dragon will be drawn to things artistic and will probably be something of a culture vulture. He or she will enjoy appearing in public places well turned out and suffisant. Cancer/Dragon is a sign of strength without the disadvantages that often go along with domination.

Love

In romance as in life in general, the Cancer/Dragon will operate mostly out of energetic sentiment and fiery sensuality. It’s a turbulent mix at best. “I feel for this and love that and adore her and hate him and am passionate about everyone and what’s worse, I am outrageously attractive.” Oh, you poor little waif! You mustn’t feel so guilty. Don’t put your charm back in your pocket. Get out there and wow ‘em with your pizzazz! But be careful. Remember how sentimental you are. This world of admiring strangers is mined with pitfalls for people like you.

You see, for a Dragon to be even the least bit discreet and dignified, reserved and genteel, he has to be a Cancer. This person will be adorably humble on the outside but oozing with Dragonish magnetism, which he’ll never be able to completely hide. For this reason I would not take bets on his fidelity. If you love a Cancer/Dragon, stay home by the phone and keep your little black book well filled with alternatives.

Compatibilities

Taurus, Scorpio and Pisces/Monkeys tease you and entrance you, sweet Cancer/Dragon. You may also find happiness with a Scorpio or Pisces/Rat. You love Snakes for their innate beauty, so why not try a Taurus or Pisces/Snake? But beware! Snakes love to tell fibs. And when you’re in love, you can easily be duped. Taurus/Pigs and their Rooster brothers and sisters can also turn up your volume. Don’t try coupling with an Aries, Libra or Capricorn/Dog, a Capricorn or Libra/Ox. And don’t even think about marrying any kind of Cat.

Home and Family

This person is a Cancer. So he will have a comfortable and reasonably sane home life. But as he is also a Dragon and wont to show off, I’d say the house will be large and imposing, the gardens well tended and the luxe apparent. Cancerian Dragons do not know how to keep their zip zippered. You will not be unimpressed.

As a parent the Cancer/Dragon’s a doll. He will love his kids to pieces and adore showing them off to relatives and to the world at large. He’ll offer them security and in return he will expect obedience and manners. He or she will also revel in performing for the kids. (If your father or mother is a Cancer/Dragon, I suggest you laugh at their jokes.)

The Cancer/Dragon child will be sweet-natured and quick of wit. You shouldn’t have too many problems with him or her provided there are many outlets for all the energy they are born with. They should be trained at many different disciplines, as they are capable and diligent learners whose aim is to please. He or she will probably have an interest in theater.

Profession

This person is a born leader. He or she needs much education and should seek knowledge from an early age. Their natural curiosity will prepare them for studies of an advanced nature. Cancer is diligent and persevering. The adult Cancer/Dragon has real talent for jobs requiring personal authority. He’s strong-minded. But he is not stubborn. He’s dutiful. But he’s not Pollyanna.

So, as a boss, this person will be both strict and lenient. The trick is always to know just how much of which. If Cancer/Dragon runs into a snag, he can feel his way to the best solution. I have my doubts about Cancer/Dragon’s abilities as an employee. These people really hate playing second fiddle and may sulk if subordinated. Lots of college diplomas should help Cancer/Dragons start out near the top.

Jobs suited to this mix are: preacher, actress, adventurer/writer; journalist, restaurant owner, TV personality, international lawyer.

Some celebrated Cancer/Dragons: Haile Selassie, Pablo Neruda, Jean- Baptiste Camille Corot, Pearl Buck, Olivia de Havilland, Ringo Starr, Alex Trebbek, Bernard Buffet, Helen Keller, Patricia Stewart, Don Imus, Jacques Chancel, Jean-Luc Delarue.

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