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ssahotchnerr · 1 year

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getting those requests bestie, how about aaron calling to tell you that he will have to be away on valentine's but it's all a cover so he can get the entire team to help him plan a really romantic dinner? top that with a cute gif like a promise ring

kept promises

happy valentine's day! 💓 cw; hurt to comfort, suggestive content

"hi, sweetheart."

aaron didn't need to say anything. just from the tone in his voice- disappointment, regret- you knew what was coming.

your heart dropped and you resisted the urge to audibly let out a sigh, tears pinching behind your eyes. "you won't make it home?"

"no, i'm sorry." aaron apologized, exhaling a breath through the phone. "i know i promised i would, but it looks like we won't be wrapping up here for at least another day. maybe two."

you nodded, despite the fact he couldn't see you. the team had been called out to new mexico, over a week ago now, and both you and aaron had been confident he would make it home in time for valentine's day. not to mention, your first valentine's day together.

you had been looking forward to it, a lot, knowing that whatever the two of you got up to, would be amazing and special and memorable. when aaron had first called to let you know he was going out of state, he had insisted this case wouldn't last over a week. he promised. however, you couldn't help but feel doubtful, the nagging thought in the back of your mind telling you not to get your hopes up. and for good reason, apparently. evidently and sadly, he had been wrong.

"we'll just have to celebrate whenever i'm back in town, alright? i'll make it up to you, i promise."

again, you nodded. "okay. that's fine."

"i really am sorry." his tone was sad, guilty. there was also something additionally off about it, but you couldn't quite place it.

"i know you are." you sighed, meaning it with your whole heart. it wasn't his fault, but you wouldn't deny feeling disappointed. "you're right, we'll do something when you're home. it's just a day right? it's a just stupid number." you shook your head, convincing yourself more so than him. "just be safe, please. i love you."

aaron returned the sweet words. "for you, always."

you had started the day feeling negative, so it only made sense that's how your day would go.

aaron's vacant pillow seemed lonelier this morning when you awoke, immediately reminding you that while you weren't alone this valentine's day, per say, you would still be spending it alone.

your coffee had spilled all over you as you exited your car before entering the office, coating your new bag as well.

you had suffered through meeting after meeting, all of which had left you feeling high-strung, overwhelmed and unmotivated.

your coworkers had been bragging about their big valentine's plans that night with their partners, and the image of aaron's empty bedspace kept flashing into your mind.

nothing had gone right- and as you walked through the apartment's hallway once the work day had finally ended- you couldn't wait to bury yourself under the comforter, maybe order some takeout if you were feeling up for it, and maybe end your day talking to aaron, time permitting.

you pushed the front door open, and immediately froze at the sight you before you.

the apartment was dimly lit, candles adorning the shelves, table, anywhere your eyes landed. there was also a large vase of roses waiting, a small wrapped gift placed besides it. a delicious aroma also filled your nose, making your mouth water. all of which was accompanied with rose petals scattering the span of the floor. and, most importantly, there was your aaron.

"aaron?" you could nearly cry at the sight of him, and in fairness- you practically did, tears springing to your eyes. you didn't hesitate to drop your belongings, flinging yourself into his arms.

"hi sweetheart." you could hear his smile, feeling him press a kiss to the top of your head before tightening his hold on you.

"you're here?!" you mumbled into his chest, squeezing him tightly as well, as if he would disappear right before your eyes and end up states away again.

"i'm here." he chucked softly in confirmation, and you let go of him, allowing you to gaze up at him.

"when did you get home?" you asked, searching his face. "i thought you said two more days?"

"this morning." he smiled, his eyes gentle and happy. "i spent the day getting ready for tonight. i have a few... surprises planned."

"you... what?" you exclaimed, still in disbelief. your eyes were equally as bright as you threw your arms around him once more.

"you didn't think i'd miss our first valentine's day together, did you?" he teased, pinching your side lightly before his hands found place at your hips. "the team helped me put this together, actually." he glanced around.

"they... what? wait," you smiled at him, with a scrunch of your nose. "did you lie to me, aaron hotchner?"

"i did," his expression was cheeky, letting out another laugh before one of his arms landed behind your shoulders, pulling you against him. "i didn't want you to suspect anything, so i went with a slightly mean approach. i'm sorry, but to be fair, you always manage to figure out what i'm up to and i didn't want to risk that this time."

he had you there.

all you could do was grab his face, kissing him roughly but with all the tenderness in the world. he all but groaned into your mouth, digging his nails into your hip as he deepened the kiss, making up for all the lost contact the past week had brought.

"i can't believe you." you mumbled against his lips with a giggle, your heart swelling with all the love possible for him.

"i promised, didn't i?" he mumbled against your lips, slotting a leg in between yours. "i promised this would be a valentine's day you would never forget. so, happy valentine's day, my love. may there be many more."

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner drabble #criminal minds drabble #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds

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anothergolddustwoman · 1 year

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Valentine's Day

A/N: Hi so I wrote a little something after the .5 sec clip from the promo. Big thank you to Ivy @sisterofficerlucychen for letting me use her head cannon about the clip being from Valentine's day and Tim giving Lucy the necklace she's wearing. Hope y'all like it. It's linked on AO3 here. Gif not mine.

Summary: Lucy and Tim have a Valentine's Date at her apartment.

Words: <1k

Warnings: A fluffy cute lil date, but it does get a little spicy? idk not too much no details or anything.

Standing outside the door, he remembers the last time he entered the apartment. This time when he’s invited in he knows it will be a much different outcome than the last. This time he knows what's on the other side of the door.

He raises his fist to knock, but she doesn’t come to the door; she just yells for him to come in. Staying at her place in front of the stove adding the sauce to the pot. After hanging his jacket Tim joins Lucy, wrapping his arms around her waist and telling her the food smells good.

“Good, it's almost done.” she tells him as he presses a soft kiss to her temple. “What are you doing?” she asks as he grabs the spoon from her to stir the pasta.

“Helping”

“No, I’m making dinner. Go, sit, pour us some wine. It’s done, I just have to put it on the plate.” she tells him, shoving him to go sit on the island behind her.

“That was delicious Luce.”

“Thank you, I told you I was a good chef.” smiling in response

“I never said you weren’t.”

“This was definitely my favorite Valentine’s day.”

“Mine too.” Mimicking the ear to ear smile she has and giving her a quick kiss. “Hold on a sec, I have something for you.” As he pulls back from the kiss.

“I thought we weren’t doing gifts, it's our first holiday together.”

“I know, but I saw this the other day and thought of you.” he tells her as he pulls out the red box from his pocket.

“Oh, Tim.” placing her hand on her chest as she opens the box to reveal a moonstone necklace. “It’s beautiful. I love it. Thank you.” as she kisses him softly.

“To match your ring.” He tells her, grabbing the necklace as she turns around, so he can clasp it behind her neck. She turns back around and leans down wrapping her arms around his neck and climbs into his lap. Thanking him again as she starts kissing him passionately.

When they finally take a minute to breath Lucy kisses up his jaw. Whispering in his ear “I got you something too.”

“Oh, yeah?” he asks in a husky voice.

“Yeah, but it's in the bedroom.” as she nips at his earlobe.

“Well then I guess we better go check it out.” He tells her as he stands up, picks her up, and carries her to the bedroom. Lucy giggles and throws her head back in response to Tim hoisting her up onto his hips.

Setting her down on the bed they continue where they left off in the living room. After a bit she tries to shove him off, but he refuses. “If you want your present, you’ll have to let me up.” He concedes and she walks over to the closet. Returning in a velvet robe. Watching as his eyes widen and pupils dilate with lust, she removes the robe to reveal a red lacy lingerie set.

“Wow!” he says with a gulp leaning slightly back on the bed.

“So, you like it.” She tells him as she goes to stand between his legs.

“Yeah. It’s uh, very nice.” as he grabs her waist while she wraps her legs around his back.

“Just nice.” She teases in response as she begins to unbutton his shirt and drag her fingers down his chest.

“I said it was very nice.” as he flips them on the bed so she's under him which elicits giggles from Lucy. They spend the night entangled in each other getting very little sleep.

When she wakes in the morning she expects to find Tim next to her, but when she goes over to cuddle his side is empty and cold. So, she sits up stretches while looking around the room for him. She can hear music in the living room and smells pancakes. Going out to investigate she finds him behind the stove flipping pancakes in his pajama pants and shirt that is just a little too small showing off all of his muscles. She comes up behind him just like he did to her the night before.

“Good morning sunshine.” he says, adding some blueberries to the pancake he's making.

“It is now.” she tells him snuggling in his back. He flips the pancake turning around to kiss her murmuring in agreement on her lips.

“Breakfast is great and all, but what did you do with Kojo, you've been here all night?”

“Tamara was out here when I woke up, so I asked her to go take him for a walk and to bring him back with her.”

“And she just had no arguments about leaving as soon as she got back.”

“No she did. But, I promised her pancakes when she got back.”

“That makes sense.” as she nods her head and goes in for another kiss.

“Breakfast is done, we can eat now.” he tells her with foreheads pressed against each other.

“Actually, I think I have a better idea.” with a devilish grin on her face she pulls him towards the bedroom.

Reaching back to turn the stove off, Tim says “Tamara and Kojo should almost be here.”

“Then I guess we will have to be quick, Bradford.” she giggles as she turns to run to the bedroom.

Making Tim stop in his tracks, shake his head, and say “You’re in so much trouble, Chen.” chasing after her to the bedroom.

Tim was right, Tamara and Kojo were almost back. They come into the empty apartment and find the cold and abandoned breakfast on the counter.

“Well I guess it's just you and me for breakfast Kojo.” Tamara tells the dog who’s already hoping she’ll give him a treat.

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herwritingartcowboy · 2 years

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What You Did This Valentines Day

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Character(s): Ludociel, Mael, Sariel, Tarmiel, Tanjiro, Zenitsu, Inosuke, Giyu, Sabito, Asta, Yuno, Neige, Atsushi, Dazai, Chuuya

Fandom: Seven Deadly Sins, Demon Slayer, Black clover, Bungou Stray Dogs

Warning(s): Gifs Not Mine

Readers Gender: Gn

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Seven Deadly sins

Ludociel-

This man started with an early morning breakfast and after that you both got dressed and headed out for the day. You both went out in a field filled with your favorite flowers as you both had a picnic. He packed your favorite meals and snacks. You two spent that time talking to each other and even cuddled up to each other when the sun started to go down. When night hit you both took a nice warm bath together ending it off with you in each other's arms.

Mael-

You both woke up at the same time making breakfast together as you both sat and ate together. He took you in the town of Liones as you both walked around together. You even bought him a red velvet cake, which he insisted you both share. At the end of the day you bought small chocolate hearts for you to eat at home. You both fell asleep cuddled in each other's warmth.

Sariel-

You both slept that day just liking that you both are cuddled up together. You both woke up and went out for brunch and just went out for a walk and even stopped to pick flowers to decorate your home. In the end you both baked a cake and yes Sariek did want you to feed him but he didn’t say it out loud. At night you waited for the small goddess to fall asleep as you made sure he was comfortable till you drifted to sleep.

Tarmiel-

You both spend Valentine's day inside. The day before you got a lot of games, snacks, drinks for the both of you. You both even did a 1,000 piece puzzle which you both grew annoyed and ended up just giving up. At night you both laid together just venting to each other as the other listented. Tarmiel waited for you to fall asleep as he snuggled up more to you as he went to sleep.

Demon Slayer

Tanjiro, Zenitsu, Inosuke-

You all three went into town as you tried different foods and battled in different games. You still remember how you danced with Nezuko as music played. And how Inosuke and Zenitsu fought over who got the first dance with you. You ended up dancing with your sweet boy. And yes a demon even popped up as you all were trying to do a taste test. Once the sun started rising you all went home sleeping and slept together.

Giyu, Sabito-

In this timeline you all spend the early morning together inside cause that’s what Giyu wanted and before it became dark and when the demons came out you will all go into the marketplace. You all baked goods and tried new foods too. You all soon set out to the marketplace as you bought the both boys flowers to where they thanked you. And yes like the others there was a demon but you got hurt in the process. In the end two boys tended to your wounds holding you close to them.

Black clover

Asta, Yuno-

For some reason you all hung out. No training, no big missions, and no squad mates just the three of you. You all went down into the royal capital as you bought their meals as you also heard them talk about who will become wizard king. And Asta even asks you what type of flowers sister Lily would like and you just look at him, you did soon just tell him to send her flowers. Bell even roped you in with helping her with Yuno but still making sure you were far away. You all went your own different ways for the afternoon and you smiled having a good day.

Neige-

This boy was waiting for you and right before he left you crashed in front of him. “Heya snowflake” “Y/n are you okay?” “I’m fine”. You explained how you spent your time with Yuno and Asta and you were sorry. He forgave you as you both went into town. You bought hot chocolate for the both of you even tasting a bit of his where he blushed, ‘an indirect kiss’. You bought this man a friendship bracelet. You were soon called on a mission having to leave early. You waved bye as you got on your broom saying you will visit tomorrow. Once you were out of eye sight Niege blushed a deep red as he will wait to meet you again. ‘Till next time my knight’.

Bungou Stray Dogs

Atsushi-

He heard ruffling noises in the office but once he walked in he shall stomping on Ranpo. “These are not yours!”. You soon shall be the male at the door as you smile towards him. You handed him a box of chocolates which he smiled at you with pink dust covering his cheeks. After work you took him out for take out and eating at the park. You both talked about upcoming work and your plans for the future. He walked you home and before he left you kissed him on the cheek leaving him dumbfounded.

Dazai, Chuuya-

You did not want to spend time with either of them as you had hot dates to attend but no here you are watching them bicker. Chuuya almost got you all kicked out as he just wanted to be a you and him day. But Dazai pushed his way in as he flirted with you the whole night. And yes they know about your dates. In the end you all crashed at your place and just drank wine. You sat there with Chuuya as he drunkenly telling you both to commit a triple suicide to were you both said no.You did take them all home not wanting them in you home, You ended the night with leaving them flowers and chocolate as you went back home and slept.

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Happy Valentines Day everyone.

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leossmoonn · 3 years

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The 14th [Stefan Salvatore]

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pairing - stefan salvatore x fem!reader

type - fluff

note / request- “The valentines day request is just reader spends her first valentines day with stefan and you can include smut if you want but its basically very sweet as reader and him have a really good day together where he cooks dinner and they have deep conversations about life etc (hope this is okay)” enjoy!

summary - stefan and you have your first valentine’s day together

warnings / includes - food and eating, fluff fluff fluff, a little suggestive, showering together, lots of kissing and hugs, literally you guys are so romantic, i was throwing up while writing this. steamy makeout scene. damon and his rude sarcasm. ya’ll are out of high school, alludes to sex at the end

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*gif isn’t mine*

the birds were singing. the sun was beaming on the hardwood floors, the cool breeze of the morning wafting through the window. cars were rumbling past, their exhaust pipes whining in the morning traffic. in the middle of all of this was you snuggled into the covers.

stefan’s shirt was wrapped around your body. the blankets were tangled between your legs, completely covering your middle. you were hugging your pillow, coming out of your deep sleep.

you opened your eyes slowly, rubbing the sleep out of them. you looked out the window first, smiling as you saw a family of birds on a tree branch. the momma bird was feeding her young and teaching them how to fly. what a great scene to wake up to.

what wasn’t great, though, was the empty space beside you. you frowned, confused as to why your boyfriend wasn’t there. he almost always woke up with you, unless there was something important he needed to do: like to bail damon out of whatever trouble he got himself into.

but damon was spending the day with elena. stefan had assured you that the weekend would be just the two of you. which was much needed with all the running around you and your friends did.

as you were about to get up, stefan came in practically flying. he stopped, a smile settling on his face. your returned the expression, your eyes going wide with surprise as you saw him carrying a tray of food.

“wow, what’s the special occasion?” you asked.

“still sleepy, huh?” stefan snickered.

you furrowed your brows, trying to think of why he would make you breakfast in bed. it wasn’t unlike stefan to do this, but there was usually a reason behind it.

your eyes then landed in the calendar across the room. you let out an “oh” as you finally realized. you turned back to stefan, your heart beaming with happiness.

“happy valentine’s day!” you exclaimed.

he laughed, “happy valentine’s day, baby. i made your favorite this morning.”

you eyed the tray, your stomach then growling in response. you both laughed softly at the sound. he then started walking towards you. you sat up in the bed, stefan setting the tray down on top of your legs.

“you didn’t get anything?” you asked.

“i had some rabbit,” he shrugged. “c’mere,” you patted his side if the bed.

“no, this is your -”

“you’re really going to deny me on valentine’s day?” you raised your brows.

he chuckled, trudging over and climbing into bed.

“here,” you cut a piece of the waffle, giving to him.

“babe, i made it for you. i don’t need any -”

“shut up. i know you’re a vampire, but you still need regular food.” you cut him off.

he sighed with a smile, giving in and taking a bite.

“how is it?” you asked. “why don’t you take a bite and see?” he asked.

you nodded and took a bite, sighing contently. “this is so good. man, i got so lucky.”

stefan chuckled, “glad you think so.”

“mm, thank you,” you leaned over and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips.

his hand came up to your face, cupping your cheek as he deepened the kiss slightly. you hummed and pulled away, giving him a little smile.

“let me finish my breakfast.”

he nodded, sitting back against the headboard.

“did you sleep well?” he asked. “i did. did you?” you asked.

“i always sleep well when my head is on your boobs.” he flashed a cheeky grin.

you rolled your eyes with a laugh, slapping his chest. “yeah, you should be thankful.”

“i am.” he stated, leaning over and pressing a kiss to your cheek.

you giggled, heat rising up your neck. “so, what are we going to do today?” you asked.

“well, caroline wants us to go with her and tyler to a couple’s lunch. after that, i was thinking i cook you dinner, you put on that little red dress, and we have a great ending to valentine’s day,” he answered.

you nodded, “that sounds good. when does caroline want us to go?”

“well, i told her we’re having dinner at eight, so we can go around eleven,” he explained.

you looked at the clock. it was eight o’clock. you had plenty of time.

“well, sounds good. what are you making for dinner?” you asked.

“that, my love, is a surprise,” he grinned. he leaned over, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. “wanna shower with me?” he asked.

“i would love to,” you replied. “great. join me when you’re finished,” he gestured to your breakfast.

you nodded and watched as he went to the bathroom. you finished your food quickly, jumping up and joining stefan in the shower.

“fancy seeing you here,” he smirked. you rolled your eyes with a smile. “yeah, real odd, huh?”

he chuckled and went to grab body wash, lathering it into his hands and putting it onto your shoulders. you sighed contently, closing your eyes and enjoying the massage under the warm water.

“have i told you how beautiful you look this morning?” stefan asked.

“no, but you can definitely tell me now,” you grinned.

he leaned down to your ear, kissing your cheek. “well, you look gorgeous.”

“thank you, stef. you don’t look too bad yourself.” you turned around, wrapping your arms around his neck.

he blushed, “well, you know, i try.”

“we both know you never have to,” you hummed. you ran your fingers through his hair, looking into his dazzling green eyes. you smiled widely.

“what’re you thinking about?” he asked, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“how lucky i am to have you,” you beamed. “well, i think i’m the lucky one, actually,” he said.

“mhm, how so?” you questioned.

“well, for one, i don’t age. two, i have the best girl in the entire universe. she’s beautiful, hilarious, a little too sarcastic sometimes -”

“ah, rude!” you feigned hurt, slapping his chest.

he laughed, “i’m just teasing you. but really, you’re the best person in the world. you barely freaked out when i told you i’m a vampire.”

“well, there were legends, and there’s always some truth in legends. so, i wasn’t totally surprised,” you shrugged.

“and that’s another thing i love about you. you’re smart and level-headed. you’re supportive and kind. you’re the dream.”

“oh,” you giggled shyly. “thank you.”

“all true,” he kissed you. you hummed into the kiss, pressing your body up against his. you pulled away slightly, your noses still touching.

“you’re the greatest, too, stefan. i love you so much,” you breathed out.

he smiled, pressing his forehead against yours. “i love you more.”

“ah, and there’s one reason why i love you; you’re a bad liar,” you teased.

“i’m serious! why, want me to prove it?” he asked.

“you already have,” you sighed happily.

he smiled, “and i always will.”

you giggled, leaning in to kiss him again.

“jesus! you two make me want to die. over and over and over again.”

you and stefan jumped apart, eyes wide and mouths dropping as you saw damon in your bathroom. stefan jumped in front of you to cover up. you two were glad the shower door was foggy.

“what the hell! what are you doing here?” stefan asked.

“just ruining the moment,” damon grinned.

you turned off the shower, stepping out carefully and grabbing your towel. stefan helped wrap it around you before you faced damon.

“what do you want,” you fumed. “ah, i should’ve listened to elena. she told me you would look like you wanted to kill me,” damon sighed.

“well, i’m gonna if you don’t get the hell out,” you seethed.

“stefan, you should really train her better. you two have been together for like, a year? i’d think -”

“damon! get on with it!” stefan shouted, coming to stand next to you.

“okay, okay. fine. i came here to say that tyler and caroline had a fight so it’ll just be you, y/n, me, elena, bonnie, and enzo for lunch,” damon explained.

“i didn’t even know you were coming in the first place,” you frowned.

“i know because i invited myself. so, get ready! we’re having lunch in a few. don’t be late,” damon smiled before flying out the window.

“ugh,” you grimaced. “what a dog.”

“you said it, babe,” stefan sighed, wrapping his arms around you.

“if anything, he should be trained. you’d think elena would have him all locked up by now,” you muttered.

“no girl could lock up damon. it’s not possible,” stefan chuckled.

you smirked in reply, taking your towel to dry yourself off.

“what’re you going to wear for lunch?” he changed the subject.

“probably just jeans and a top. maybe the green, flowy one. it’s supposed to be warm today, right?” you asked.

“it’s february, babe. it’s still snowing,” he said.

“then i’ll wear one of your shirts then,” you smiled. “take your pick,” he nodded.

you clapped giddily, going to his closet and picking out a purple v-neck. you tucked it into your jeans, the shirt fitting surprisingly well since it was made to fit stefan’s build. you grabbed a black cardigan to put over it, going back to the bathroom to do your makeup.

“you look better in my clothes than i do. rude,” he scoffed.

you grinned at him. “perks at being the best.”

“mm, true,” he hummed.

he blow-dried his hair, running his hands through it a million times to get it just perfect. he then left to get changed, coming back in jeans and a white collared shirt.

“well, hello there. what’s your name? are you single? how you doin’?” you leaned against the counter.

he chuckled, “very funny.”

“i’m serious! have i ever told you how much i love that shirt on you?” you asked, coming up to him and wrapping your arms around him.

“you might have. almost about every time i’ve worn it,” he said.

“well, one more time doesn’t hurt, right?” you smiled. “never does,” he shook his head with a smile.

you two kissed once more, your heart singing in your chest. you ran your hands through his hair, feeling his soft locks around your fingers. his hands went around your waist, untucking your shirt and skimming your skin.

“mm, stefan. i have to fix this,” you pulled away with a frown.

“i can fix it, baby, don’t worry,” he said. he indeed retucked your shirt in, making you smile.

“thank you,” you said. “you’re welcome. ready to go?” he asked.

“don’t we have a couple more hours?” you asked. “i was thinking we drive around town for a little bit? look at the shops and whatnot,” he suggested.

“sure,” you nodded.

you two walked downstairs and got in his car, driving to downtown mystic falls. he parked in front od the grill, where you were meeting your friends later. you two then began to walk around the town.

“are you going to buy anything?” stefan asked.

“not sure. i don’t really need anything,” you shrugged.

“wow. first time i’ve ever heard you say that,” stefan smirked.

“hey, i thought you were supposed to be nice to me today,” you pouted jokingly. “ah, teasing you waits for no one,” he nudged you playfully.

“and people wonder why i took so long to say yes to a date with you,” you snorted.

“oh, trying to play the field, too, huh?” he asked.

“well, you know, teasing you waits for no one,” you winked.

“ha-ha,” he mocked.

you grinned, “i love you.” “mhm, i love you, too,” he pecked your cheek.

you two then went into a few stores to kill the time. you two grew hungry, but luckily, your lunch date was beginning. you both went to the grill, seating with your friends.

you all caught up, not having seeing each other for a few months because of work and just your lives in general. you all found out that enzo and bonnie were adopting a baby, and that elena and damon were engaged. the only news you and stefan shared was that it was your first valentine’s day together. but that was enough for a congratulations.

after lunch, you and stefan went back to his house. the drive was quiet, but as soon as you got inside the house, stefan made conversation.

“do you want kids?” he asked.

“um,” you thought for a moment. “one day, yeah. i’m only 24, though.”

“well, i didn’t mean right now, obviously. but i saw how you looked at the picture of bonnie and enzo’s kid. you looked at him… longingly,” stefan explained.

“oh, well, then yes. i do want children someday,” you nodded.

“will it be okay if your children aren’t biological?” he asked hesitantly. “yes,” you smiled. you walked over to him, lacing your hands together. “why, do you want children?”

“i do,” he nodded. “and i would love to have them with you.”

“i would love to have children with you, too, stefan. you’d make an amazing father.”

“and you’d make a fantastic mother.”

“thank you. you know, i think it’s good to adopt children than to have them biologically. there’s a lot of kids out there whose parents aren’t fit to be parents,” you stated.

“and we are? imagine our baby finding out i’m a vampire,” stefan chuckled. you shrugged, “would that be so bad? i mean, i think it would be great. when i’m gone then you can watch over them, and -”

“woah. who said you’re going to be gone?” he asked. “um, the universe? mother nature? my DNA?” you chuckled.

“not if you become a vampire,” he mumbled. he looked down at your hands, playing with your fingers.

you hummed in thought, tilting your head to the side. “maybe someday.”

stefan’s head shot up. “no, no. i wasn’t serious. i just meant that i’ll miss you and there will never be anyone else.”

you smiled, “that’s sweet, stefan, but i’m serious. i mean, most of my friends are vampires. it’d be a shame to miss out on all the supernatural, immortal fun.”

“if you’re really serious then we can talk about it more during dinner. or some other time,” he said.

you nodded, “i’d like that.” you then yawned, your shoulders sagging. “i’m going to take a nap before dinner. i ate too much at lunch. i’m going to go into a food coma.”

he chuckled, “want me to join you? i can give you a massage, foot rub, scalp massage?”

“oh, yes, please,” you hummed. “coming up, m’lady,” he grinned.

you two went up to your room. you changed out of your jeans, only wearing stefan’s shirt. you curled up under the covers, stefan’s hands settling on your back and shoulders. you quickly fell asleep five minutes into him giving you a massage. you woke up a few hours later in his arms, turning around to see him sleeping.

you smiled, sitting up on your elbow to admire him. the afternoon sun hitting his face just right. his lips were a shimmering pink, his lashes long and framing his eyes. his hair was a little disheveled from possibly tossing and turning. you brought your hand up to his face, tracing his jawline and cheekbone. he looked so pretty.

“you’re staring. and that tickles,” he suddenly spoke.

you laughed quietly, “sorry. i thought you were sleeping.”

“vampires never sleep.” he opened his eyes, looking at you immediately.

“okay, edward cullen,” you snorted. “that is an insult,” he said.

you smirked, “really? because edward is who every girl wants.”

“oh, is that so? do you want him then?” he questioned.

you bit your lip as you smiled, holding yourself up on your hand. you went to straddle his waist.

“nope. i only want you.” you leaned down and kissed him.

he put his hands on your waist, moaning into the kiss.

“y/n, i gotta go and make dinner.”

“i can be your dinner,” you quipped.

he chuckled, pulling away. “you can be my dessert. how about that?”

“fine,” you sighed, rolling off of his lap. “i promise, you won’t regret it,” he smiled.

“oh, i know i won’t,” you giggled.

he laughed with you, getting up. “dinner will be ready in a couple of hours. you and just sit here and relax.”

“can i help you cook dinner?” you asked. “do you want to? you might burn the water,” he teased.

“be careful, i might burn you instead,” you remarked. he grinned, “well, yes, you can help me.”

“yay!” you clapped your hands, jumping off the bed.

he smiled and wrapped his arm around your waist as you two walked down the stairs. he got the food out of the fridge, ordering you what to do.

“so, if we had kids, what would you name them?” you asked.

“mm, good question. well, i always thought i’d name them after my parents but well, they were both horrible, so that idea is out of the question. but, anyways, i think i’d name our girl annie and our boy would be named alexander.”

“you like ‘a’ names, huh?” you smiled. “i guess so,” he shrugged. “what about you?”

“mmm,” you hummed. “i like the name annie, too, or maybe lana. i think for a boy i’d name him nathaniel, or maybe anthony. tony for short. would we nickname alexander ‘alex’ or ‘xander’?” you asked.

“whichever he wants. if we adopt a child, though, they’d probably have a name, right?” he asked.

“true. sometimes if the parents don’t want the child they’ll let the adoptive parents name them, though. maybe we’ll get lucky. but whatever their name is, i’ll love them no matter what,” you smiled widely.

stefan reflected your expression. “me, too.”

you went back to chopping the tomatoes, humming a song you had heard on the radio.

“speaking of becoming a vampire and not being left out from the supernatural, immortal fun, are you still serious about that?” he asked.

“yes,” you nodded confidently. “well… i don’t really know what to ask. i don’t want to pressure you into anything,” he said.

“it’s okay. i don’t really know what answers you want so go ahead and ask,” you shrugged.

“okay. well, when?” he asked. “i guess soon. i mean, i’m already looking too old to be your girlfriend. soon i’m going to have gray hairs and you’re going to look like you were just born,” you snorted.

“you have no idea how wrong you are,” he said, setting his knife down.

he came over to you, putting a hand over your cheek and the other on your waist. he looked into your eyes intensely, giving you butterflies.

“you are beautiful, y/n. you don’t look a day over seventeen, either. and wether or not you turn into a vampire, i’m going to love you the same. but, if you wanted to turn into a vampire i wouldn’t be opposed. i’d love to have you with me forever.”

“you’re sweet, stefan,” you smiled bashfully. “i’m truthful, is what i am,” he smiled warmly.

“i love you,” you spoke softly, running your fingers through his hair. “i love you more,” he remarked.

“nu-uh.” you backed away. “uh-huh,” he nodded his head.

“when you see your valentine’s day present you’re going to realize who loves who more,” you grinned.

“oh, really? well, i doubt that.”

“bite that tongue, salvatore. ‘cause you’ll be eating your words later,” you winked.

he smiled, a hearty chuckle rumbling through his body. you two ended the conversation there, going back to making dinner in a comfortable silence.

once you were done with your load of the work, stefan told you to go and get changed. you obeyed, running upstairs and finding that red dress he was talking about this morning.

you found it successfully. you also found a matching panty and bra set. the underwear set was black, matching with the lace that surrounded the red on the dress. the dress was spaghetti-strapped and went down just below your ass; perfect for these types of nights with stefan. it was blood red with black lace trim around the neckline and down below the hem. it fit loosely, and you loved it. not only did you looking smoking hot - or “absolutely ravishing” as stefan would say - but you were so comfortable in it, too. you would sleep in it if it didn’t end up on the bedroom floor each time you wore it.

you went to do your makeup, just re-doing your mascara and lipstick. you did some eyeshadow and eyeliner, not wanting to do too much as you had no idea what stefan was planning with your late-night activities.

you then went back to your closet, finding stefan’s gift and opening it before going back downstairs.

since you and stefan had been together for almost a year and this was your guys’s first valentine’s day, you wanted to give him something he would remember forever. no matter what happened to you two, you wanted to live in his mind rent free, basically.

you got him two gifts, actually. the second one being more for the two of you. the first one you actually made for him. it was a bracelet. nothing too flashy, but it was still sweet and something to remember. you knew stefan didn’t need big, material things, so you knew this would be perfect for him.

the bracelet was a silver one with a heart placed in the middle that you could open up. on the front of the heart was engraved with “stefan and y/n. forever isn’t long enough”. that was what stefan had said to you one night when he first said i love you. it was words you two lived by in your relationship ever since. and inside the heart was literally magic. it wasn’t just a picture of you two, no, it was a montage - more or less - of memories of the two of you.

bonnie had helped you with this. she did a spell to transfer the memories from your brain and into the bracelet without having you lose your memories. you were thankful to be part of the supernatural world for these types of things.

you closed the heart, putting the bracelet back into the little case. you put it back into the bag, then getting out the second gift. now this was something you had to buy and get made by someone else, but you didn’t care.

it was an LED light of both of your silhouettes on a wood stand. on the wood was carved “happy valentine’s day”. it was sweet and you knew it was the perfect gift for both of you to share.

“y/n! dinner’s ready!” stefan voiced called out.

you put the gift back, getting up off the bed. as you exited the bedroom, you remembered you didn’t have shoes on. you thought for a moment before deciding against it. you and stefan weren’t that formal in your own house.

you giggled as you saw stefan at the bottom of the stairs in a blue button-up shirt and black slacks. he was holding flowers out for you.

“hello there, beautiful,” he grinned.

“hi, handsome,” you hummed. “you look amazing, y/n. absolutely ravishing,” he complimented.

his eyes raked down your body shamelessly, making you weak in the knees. his eyes met yours, bringing you into a sort of daze.

“thank you, stefan. you look gorgeous,” you returned the compliment.

“why, thank you. are you ready for dinner?” he asked.

“oh, i am. it smells amazing,” you breathed in.

“well, i had a helper with me this time. and she didn’t burn anything!” stefan grinned.

“well, maybe you should let her help you more then.”

“oh, i definitely will,” he nodded.

he took your hand and led you into the dining room. your heart swelled as you saw a candlelit dinner.

“this looks beautiful, stef.”

“well, it has to be the best for my girl.”

your heart skipped a few beats and you smiled at him. he led you to your seat, sitting across from you.

“dig in,” he said.

you nodded, cutting a piece of the food and eating it. “so good,” you moaned.

he chuckled, “glad you think so.”

you two ate in silence fairly quickly. you were anxious to show him your gifts, and it was apparent he was, too.

“i got you two gifts,” you beamed. “okay, over achiever,” he remarked.

you giggled, “can i go first then?”

“sure,” he nodded.

you moved in your seat giddily, pulling out the LED silhouette light of you two.

“woah,” his eyes widened. “this is so cool. where did you find this?” he asked.

“etsy. this is a gift for both of us, really. we can put it on the dresser,” you explained.

“i love it so much. it’s so cool,” he smiled, his eyes lighting up like a child christmas.

“thank you. and don’t get too excited just yet. i have another gift,” you said. you got out the little box that held the bracelet. you opened it, handing it to stefan.

“our little motto,” he read the locket. “yep. open it,” you said, a little nervous.

he did so, his smile getting impossibly wider. “this is amazing. h-how did you do this?”

“bonnie helped me. she said we can put more memories in it when we make more,” you answered.

“this is amazing,” he breathed out, watching all the memories reply.

“i’m glad you like it,” you said. “oh, baby, i love it,” he smiled up at you. “now it’s my turn to give you your gift,” he said, putting the bracelet on his wrist.

he got up and walked over to you, taking out a little red box from his pocket. he then went down on one knee, making you gasp.

“this isn’t a marriage proposal. i mean, unless you want it to be. but anyways, this is a promise proposal,” he said, opening the box. inside was a silver ring with both of your initials on it.

“y/n l/n, i’ve known you since college. ever since you came into my life, everything has just lit up. i’ve been hurt over and over again in my lifetime, and i still do get hurt sometimes, but you are the one thing that keeps me going. you keep the light in my life. you are the light of my life. you make me excited to live the next thousand years. whether it’s with you, or without. obviously i want it with you, but that’s all up to you. anyways, as i was saying, i love you so much. and this is a promise ring for us. i promise to love you everyday, even when we fight. i promise to talk to you whenever i need to. i promise to be the best for you. i promise to support you with anything and everything. i promise to give you the best sex of your life.”

you couldn’t help but giggle through the tears that were streaming down your face. stefan returned the smile, swallowing before speaking again.

“i promise to be with you forever. even though forever just isn’t long enough.”

he grabbed your hand softly, slipping the ring onto your ring finger on your right hand.

“i love you so much, stefan salvatore,” you breathed out.

he got up on his feet, cupping your face as he intertwined your fingers with his. his thumb wiped away your tears.

“and i love you so much more.” and with that, he pressed his lips onto yours.

you melted into the kiss immediately, your free hand coming up to the nape of his neck. his arm snaked around your waist, letting your hand go. his hands went down to your thighs, lifting you up. you wrapped your legs around his waist swiftly and he carried you to the bedroom. you exhaled deeply as you two were in your bedroom in two seconds. he threw you into the bed and you looked up at him, smiling as he climbed on top of you.

“let’s get this off,” he held the bottom of your dress. “it’s about time, don’t you think?”

you nodded furiously, throwing it over your head. stefan tossed it onto the ground, his eyes marveling at your half-naked body.

“you are just a sight for sore eyes.”

you smirked, “show me instead of telling me then.”

he grinned, diving down to capture your lips into a lip-bruising kiss. you moaned in his mouth, your tongues skimming across each other. his hands went down to your back, unhooking your bra expertly while still kissing you.

you smiled into the kiss as you held your arms out so he could slid your bra off. his hands massaged your breasts, playing with your nipples in-between his third finger and thumb. you bucked your hips at his, moaning once more as you felt his boner in his jeans.

his mouth trailed sloppy kisses down your neck, his teeth nipping at your skin. he sucked on your neck, the spot just below your ear. you breathed out his name raggedly, putting your hands on his chest to push him away slightly.

“what’s wrong?” stefan frowned, worrying shining in his eyes.

“nothing i just… i want to be a vampire now,” you said.

his eyes widened and he pulled away from your body completely. “a-are you sure?”

“yes,” you said with no hesitation, looking with me. “this is life changing, y/n. you might regret it. you might try to kill yourself if you regret -”

“stefan.” you sat up, taking his hands into yours. “i am sure. i want to be with you forever and ever and ever and ever. also, i want to be able to zoom around the house,” you added sheepishly.

he chuckled, nodding slowly. “okay. i love you, you know that?”

you grinned, bringing his head down to yours.

“i know.”

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a real charmer

gif characters: Wanda Maximoff x reader words: 1624 summary: you’ve tried your best to hide your feelings for Wanda, but when you’re assigned together on a mission, the butterflies become hard to ignore... and you’re pretty sure she knows it a/n: I couldn’t resist writing some fluff for Valentine’s Day adfhjdfhajkf I hope you all had a good one I love you all very much and also happy one year of this blog!

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You hardly knew the day of the week, much less the date, each day of the mission blending into the next as you tried your best to adjust to the strange hours needed for surveillance, the late nights and the early morning wake up calls.

“It’s busy out,” you remarked to Wanda as you walked back to the hotel room that night, each of you clutching a bag of take-out in your hands and trekking through the thin layer of snow on the sidewalk. Your exposed hands were growing numb out in the cold, even as you tried to tuck them into the sleeves of your coat and continue holding onto your food. I should have worn gloves like she said. “Where did all these people come from?”

“Probably because of the holiday,” Wanda said, glancing at one of the restaurants as a peal of laughter escaped from inside, a couple opening up the front door.

“Holiday?” It took you a moment, and you felt the heat rising into your cheeks as Wanda laughed, watching you think.

“Valentine’s Day?” she finally reminded you.

“Oh, right,” you said, shrugging and trying to conceal your embarrassment, somehow just talking about the day itself made you freeze up in a way you didn’t around the others. “Somehow I thought February just started. That whole week before this mission was a blur.” Everything felt so easy around her. It’s only because we’re teammates. We work well together.

“This is us,” Wanda said, reaching out to grab you and steer you back to the door of the Airbnb, behind it a staircase that led to the studio apartment on the third floor. You had almost walked completely past it, the place hidden between a late-night café and a pub that had only just opened.

“I wonder how Steve and Nat are doing,” you said as you placed your food down to lock the door behind you before starting up the stairs. “They’re on watch tonight.”

“I’m dying for a full night of sleep,” Wanda said, ahead of you, ducking her head into her shoulder as she yawned and unlocked the upstairs door. “I’m just glad for that tonight.”

“I’ll probably stay up and listen in on the comms anyways.” You kicked your boots off on the mat inside and tugged off your coat, too tired to even hang it up and instead tossing it over one of the chairs. “Might be something interesting.”

“Uh-huh,” Wanda said, like she didn’t quite believe you. “One hour. One hour and you’ll be asleep.”

You sat down on the floor, back up against the bed and cracked open the plastic container of fried rice, before rummaging through the bag to pull out the two crab rangoons you had gotten on the side. Not even using a plate, you bit into one, savoring the fried goodness. “Sleep is for the weak. You know, as the strongest Avenger... shit.” You looked down at your shirt, where filling from the crab rangoon had fallen. “Shit.”

“You were saying?” Wanda asked, sitting down across from you, passing you a napkin before you even asked. She looked around the small Airbnb, taking it all as she ate, looking out the window behind you, where the city lights appeared almost frozen in the chilled air outside. “Well... Happy Valentine’s Day,” she said, and as you dabbed at your shirt with the napkin, you realized that her eyes were on you.

“Oh, yeah,” you said, laughing. “What a way to spend it.”

“Rude,” she said, completely deadpan, causing you to look and see the twinkle in her eyes. “I’m kidding.”

“I meant the fact that we’re stuck on a mission! Not because--”

“--you’re stuck here with me?” Wanda asked, clicking her tongue as she opened her water bottle and cocked her head with an easy smile. “Has anyone told you what a charmer you are, y/n?”

“All the time,” you said, pushing down the butterflies in your stomach, the way she was looking at you making you feel pinned down to the spot, unable to move. Lightheaded, even. “Yeah, had tons of dates lined up back in New York before this mission came up.”

“Mm. Sure.”

The conversation moved on and you relaxed again, back into the normal, joking persona you used to deflect any other feelings you may be having. You discussed the mission, movies that you loved, the tiny dog you saw on your way back to the apartment, Tony’s faux pas in the meeting the other week, the two of you laughing as you recalled Steve’s expressions and Tony’s attempted recovery.

You leaned your head against the bed, wiping a tear from the corner of your eye as you tried to stop laughing and throw away the trash from your dinner, collecting Wanda’s as well and washing out the containers at the sink. “If they ever crack time travel, that’s the first place I’m going,” you said. “February 6th, 2016. Noon. The Avengers Compound. The conference room. Just to see that play out one more time.”

Wanda sat down on the bed, and even though you had shared a bed before (as teammates, we’re teammates) something felt different as she turned on the television and flipped through the channels while you finished washing up. You paused in the kitchen alcove, away in the dark, biting your lip as you stared down at the floor. It’s all in your head. Just act normal. You’re friends. Teammates. Nothing’s changed.

With an quiet sigh, you returned to the main area and changed into more comfortable clothes before opening up your laptop on the desk and tuning into Natasha and Steve’s comms. Avoidance. That’s what you did, that’s what you always did. You looked out the window as Wanda got changed for bed, the comms silent and the TV chattering quietly in the background, the lights going out one by one until the room was only illuminated by the television and your screen. You rubbed your tired eyes with your thumb and index finger and looked back at the bed to see Wanda watching you.

“Hi,” you said, though it came out more like a question.

“Hey,” she said, and the butterflies started again as time seemed to stop entirely. She lifted up the corner of the comforter, inviting you in. “I know you’re tired. I’m sure Steve and Natasha can handle whatever comes up just fine.” You looked back at the laptop, and just as you did so, it close with a click, red energy dissipating around you. Wanda laughed, and you glanced over at her shyly, more shy than you had even been in your life.

“I’ll rest, but I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep,” you mumbled, staring at the floor as you walked over to her and climbed in. “Why do I feel like this is a trap?”

“Probably because it is,” she replied, wrapping her arm around you and turning you to face her, Wanda’s hair tickling the side of your face as your breath hitched in your throat.

“Oh. Hi,” you said again, laughing, not sure what else to say, your brain completely shutting down. “Did you... did you read my mind earlier?” you murmured, lifting your head up.

“With you, I don’t have to,” Wanda said. “You’re not exactly subtle.” She smiled a little. “Even though I know you try very hard to be.” Her green eyes were wide, as if she had just asked a question and was waiting for an answer.

It only took you a second to answer, you closing the gap between the two of you as you kissed her, feeling her widening smile against your lips as she kissed you back, placing her hand on the side of your face, your cheek warm and tingly just from her touch.

Her kisses were slow, tender, as if you two had all the time in the world, tucked away on that snowy February night. When the two of you separated, both of you started giggling again, her laying back on her pillow and pulling you down with her, hand just below your ribcage and you curled up next to her. Her thumb rubbed gently near your lowest rib, back and forth, back and forth.

“I’m... not to change the subject like this,” she said, “but what the hell is that?” she said gesturing at the television, where some extreme lifestyle show was playing out, sending you two into another fit of laughter, the absurd late night program only adding to the strangeness of it all.

“You put it on!” you exclaimed, your head tucked just below her chin, her laughter coming from her chest and resonating in your head.

“Honestly? I wasn’t really paying attention.”

“Well, don’t turn it off,” you said, yawning and shutting your eyes. “This is... absolutely riveting.”

“Thought you said you weren’t going to sleep,” Wanda teased, her hand combing through your hair as she placed another kiss to your forehead, causing your cheeks to flush again.

“Well, you trapped me, so I guess I have no choice,” you joked drowsily. “Guess I’ll have to sleep.” You opened your eyes, tilting your head to look up at her. “Um... Happy Valentine’s Day.” There was so much more you wanted to tell her, but for now it was all you could muster. “I’m glad I’m spending it with you.”

“Me too.”

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V-Day

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x reader

Summary:

You’re not like most people who enjoys Valentine’s Day. Can a certain redhead change that?

A/n: just a late valentine related imagine for all of u bc I’m incapable of posting this sort of stuff on the exact day. enjoy! (I’m finally using this iconic gif don’t mind me)

Word count: 1,753

Warnings: fluff

The 14th of February is just another normal day for you. You always find Valentine’s Day cheesy, you don’t see the point of celebrating it. That sort of thing isn’t as important as Christmas or Halloween. Not that you're bitter because you're single, you couldn’t care less about that, it just isn’t the occasion for you.

Tony outdone it this year. The compound looks like it was powdered pink and red overnight from all the decorations when you step out of your room. You almost don’t want to know what the main area looks like. Sam and Wanda are probably getting started on breakfast which would consist of everything shaped like hearts.

Your plan for the day is to stay in your room, only coming out for snack and drink refills, simple as that.

“Hey, Happy Valentine’s...” you pretty much tone out every v-day greeting that came your way, rolling your eyes playfully as you sit down with everyone, greeting them with the usual good morning. You expect the compound to be deserted by midday since surely all of them have plans with their partners for the rest of the day, which is perfect. For you. And for them, of course, yeah.

Sam and Bucky made their way to you. “So, Y/N, how are you?” Sam greets. You already suspect that they were hyping you up for something. “Food good, coffee good... sleep well?”

You turn to them with a smile on your face. “Alright, what do you want?”

“Well,” Bucky lets out a breathy laugh. “Sam here was just helping me-”

“That is not what’s happening. What he wanted to say was,” the birdman cuts him off. “We both wanted to take you out to dinner tonight, we can’t settle on who, so we’re letting you pick.”

You blink. They have to be joking. Do they not notice your routine during this time of the year? After socializing with the team you’d grab a day’s worth of snack, head back to your room, lock the door and lose your mind on video games until the next day.

Unhealthy, but it's for one day.

“Only if you want to,” Bucky adds hastily.

“Come on, this is a chance of a lifetime!” Sam insists, wiggling his eyebrows.

“We’ll go to your favorite restaurant.”

“It’s just a friendly date.”

What you fail to notice was Natasha listening to the events happening. Her foot taps against the floor as she discreetly waits for your response, taking coffee sips and bites of food and looking away whenever she looked like she's eavesdropping. No one else is paying attention, everyone has their own conversations.

Inside, she pleads that you’d turn both of them down, just because she’s planning to ask you out herself. They just beat her to it.

“I appreciate the thought but I’m sorry, I have plans,” you shrug. “Why don’t you take each other out instead? Not literally.” You give them another smile and walk out of the room, coffee in hand.

Sam and Bucky nods indicating they understood. Sam tells his friend that if he had more appeal you’d agree to the date. But they take you up on your advice, already planning a guy’s night.

Natasha almost cheers when she hears the first part, only to spiral when she hears that someone had already asked you beforehand. You're unavailable. She could ask you out any day, but you deserve something extra special. She sees this day as her only chance to confess her feelings for you.

Her eyes trail you as you walk out, turning to Wanda when you were out of sight. “Do you have any idea who asked Y/N out?”

“I don’t,” Wanda replies, a bit distracted. “They’re lucky, I’ve never seen Y/N show interest in anyone since I met her. Anyway, I have to go, Vision and I have a whole day planned...”

Natasha huffs while people slowly file out of the kitchen. As far as she knows, Tony's with Pepper, of course, Wanda and Vision, Steve is probably going to join Sam and Bucky on their night out, and Clint is back at his farm celebrating with his wife.

And you’re with that person, which most likely someone who isn’t on the team otherwise she’d know. She's left by herself to mope.

Few hours have passed, maybe three, it’s lunchtime. As you suspected the compound is empty, so you make your way to the kitchen to make yourself something to eat.

Boxed mac and cheese is the only thing you knew how to make.

“Y/N?”

You almost drop your stirring spoon at the sudden voice. You feel embarrassed about your choice of outfit, you feel and look like a grizzly bear while she looks stunning, even if it’s just plain workout clothes.

“Hey, Nat.”

“I thought you were... out with someone?” Knowing you, she might’ve misunderstood when you said you ‘had plans’. You look so cozy she would love to hug you on the spot if she isn’t so sweaty.

You let out a curious hum, turning off the stove. “I was?” You giggle. “Where’d you hear that?”

“I didn’t, just, I assumed you’d be,” she mutters and finishes her water bottle.

You're now grabbing a bowl for the mac and cheese you made. “I mean, Sam and Bucky did ask me if I wanted to but... y’know, if I’m being honest they’re not really my type.” You pause to look at her who was staring back. “Have you eaten? This batch I made is enough for three people, I think.”

Natasha nods at your offer. “They did say it was a friendly date.”

You stop scooping the macaroni and perk your head up with a grin. “So you were listening.”

“Not like I had any choice, I was in the same room.” Quick save.

“Mmhm.”

Then there's a minute of comfy silence as you clean the area you made the meal on, putting the pot away and stuff.

“Why don’t you have a date today?”

“What?”

“Anyone would kill to go on a date with you, Nat.” Is what you say in your head. But instead you say, “Well, you know, I didn’t expect you be here too.”

Natasha shrugs and before she could answer you add, “No one’s caught the notorious Black Widow’s attention yet?”

She chuckles at your words, looking up at you. “Who did you think I’d go out with?”

“I dunno, Steve-”

“God, no,” she quickly cuts you off and laugh, you laugh along but at the same time sigh in relief.

“Crap, I just remembered I have a game to finish,” you hold the bowl of cheese and macaroni and stick two spoons on the side. “I’m cordially inviting you to my room, you are very much welcome, after you change.”

Natasha tells you she’ll see you there in a bit.

“Huh. I just noticed you do this every Valentine’s Day,” Natasha notes as she takes everything in. Your PlayStation's on, your trash bin is almost full of snack wrappings, couple of beers tucked at the side of your bed. “Cozy.”

“Why, thank you,” you say sarcastically, picking up a controller and waving a vacant one at her. “Feel free. Or you can just watch me fail at this game.”

Natasha decides to join the game a little later, now she's lost in thought on how someone like you spends such a day like this, or how beautiful you looked as your eyes dart at every direction of the screen and how you sometimes bite your lip when you're that focused in the game.

It's always the little things she likes about you.

Glancing at you one more time before eating a spoonful of mac, she turns back to the TV to watch how you're doing.

But you're witty, kind and easy to get along with, why wouldn’t you have a date - or why wouldn’t you want a date on Valentine’s Day?

If only you knew how she feels, she’d make sure to treat you well. Like you deserve. She’d take you on dates you’d enjoy every time the 14th rolls by. If you don’t like the holiday for some reason she’d find a way-

“NO WAY,” you cover your mouth and bump your head to Natasha’s shoulder in defeat, making her come back from her trance to look at the big red words on the screen, indicating you lost. “I almost had it!”

Natasha leans into your touch and pats your back. “You can try again.”

You groan. “I definitely will but for now, I’m gonna take a break.”

“Great,” she shifts a bit to get comfy, switching to Netflix and choosing whatever’s trending right now. “I’m just curious but, do you like someone?”

You hum in response, sipping on a beer, not completely processing what she said. “I - yeah. I guess so,” you tug the blanket closer and pout at the movie that’s on. You don’t like romance movies. You always prefer an action or a mystery one any day. “Do you?”

Natasha feels her heart ache for a moment. “Yeah. She’s kind and sweet, goofy but can still seriously kick your ass type.” Your eyes land to her hands. You knew fully well Natasha isn’t straight, she admitted and definitely doesn’t act like it. “There’s just something about her that makes me... love her.”

“She sounds great,” you mumble, starting to get lost in your own thoughts. “I guess I just-” you hesitate, just because the woman you're about to describe is the same one sitting next to you. “I feel bad for her that someone like me likes her.”

“Why would you think that?” Natasha chuckles, shaking her head.

You shrug. “She’s amazing. So out of my league, I’d say she’s so close but so far away but that would be really cheesy and ugly,” you laugh. “I don’t know, she deserves way better.”

Natasha hums. “Sometimes I think she needs to her worth, because what she doesn’t know is, she’s very much amazing in her own way.”

Looking up at her from her shoulder, your eyes light up and you don’t know when it happened, but you just found her lips pressed against yours softly.

Even if it was just a short kiss you feel breathless when she pulls away to look at you again.

“Just so we’re clear, we’re just describing each other like idiots right?”

“Yeah.”

Natasha leans in to kiss you again.

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oh my god I want a hug

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Celebrating valentine’s day with the chaotic trio (Itadori, Gojo and Megumi)

Author note : today is very special day. I don’t know if you’re currently dating someone, or if you’re single (welcome please have a sit) I want you to do all the things you love. Don’t be sad because today you’re not dating someone, be proud because you are you, you’re alive and I’m so proud of you. My words won’t probably be enough I’m sending you all the love you might need because you deserve this.

I hope you’ll enjoy this, I realize that in my previous headcanon about JJK I haven’t include any women which is a shame. I’m not confident enough to write about a lot of character : but I’m trying, I’ve started to read the manga in addition with watching the anime. Let me know if you enjoy it.

i promise you I'll write for more characters in JJK

Warning : none it’s short I'm sorry

i do not own those gifs credit to their owner (Itadori’s one come from tenor )

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Itadori Yuuji

I love him, I really do he is a sweetheart, an angel whatever but he is a mess.

Seriously it’s canon that he never dates anyone is in his live. How the hell did he manage to have you by side is a mystery.

He is not complete idiot though. He knows what Valentine’s day is, but he never celebrates it, and has never met someone who celebrates it. So he is kinda confused about what he is supposed to do : a date ? Yes but it has to be special right ? Do you expect him to be super creative or just being himself ? Do you expect an expansive gift or something meanful ?

He was confused and let’s be honest he was a bit anxious about it. Cause he loves you and he wants you to feel love and honored.

Let’s be real Sukuna gives him the worst idea (because he just enjoys seeing him struggling what a meanie)

He tried to ask his sensei because Gojo is his sensei so he had to know everything … right ?

He gave up because he was talking about spicy things which makes no sense in his mind

He wanted to talk with Megumi but then he remembers that he is not good with people so he is probably not dating someone

So he went to see Nobura.

Go to see Nobura when you needs idea seriously

She gave him so many idea he had to take notes, she gave him so many advice too like about gift he needs to try something meanful instead of expensive gift. A lovely day would be nice too. As long as he spent the day with you, you’ll be fine

So he planned something simple and yet cute, he finds some cute little restaurant close to a parc where he wanted to walk after that. Then, he took you to his house for some chill time (just an excuse to cuddle because he wanted to hold you so much during your walk together)

Even in his room he thought about everything he even went as far as to buy some fluffy blanket and a lot of chocolates (and borrow some movies to watch thanks Gojo-sensei).

During the whole day until he gave you his gift he couldn’t help but feel a bit anxious. And it didn’t help that Sukuna was trying his best to stress him even more. He never had a relationship before and he was started to fall in love with you deeply, he wanted to let you know how much he loves you but he didn’t how to do it the good way.

Of course you’ll notice it, especially because he wasn’t as happy and joyful as usual. So seeing he wouldn’t say anything about it, you decided to confront it about it and he just bluntly explained to you that he was afraid that you might not appreciate his gift.

So he just went for it and gave you his gift.

It was actually a hair grip he saw you were looking after. Seeing him not daring to look at your eyes you decide to just jump into his harm to kiss him.

« Thank you so much Yuji ! I love it so much I love you »

Okay let’s say Sukuna was not only disgust by the whole love love scene in front of him but also disappoint him because he could hear Yuiji being all cocky in front of him

Gojo Satoru

another one that never celebrate Valentine’s Day before

Not because he never dates someone but because his relationship never last enough to celebrate with someone before.

So you were an expection

You might feel lucky but everyone around you would say no (I mean the man is a disaster)

Being in relationship with him would mean to expect surprise every morning because the man can’t stay still even for his own good. Sometimes you woke up with him surrounding by a lot of crisps just because he feels like it.

So you were expecting something like eating a lot with him and probably have some good quality time (hear sex and movie cause he is pretty horny like 90% of the time)

But when you woke up, no one was here even his bed was cold meaning he left a long time ago (or didn’t even come to bed). You just started your day like any usual day checking every second your phone.

You shared some texts with Gojo but nothing that might betray a plan or anything. He even told you that he was pretty busy today and might no be able to go home today.

It made you sad

Not because he wasn’t here today (you understood that he was a busy man) but it’s been a long time since you haven’t seen him and you started to miss him.

You know that Valentine’s Day was commercialized and everything but you couldn’t help but want some quality time with your boyfriend. Honestly just cuddle him while watching a movie would be perfect

But since your boyfriend would be busy today, you decided to spent the whole day going around for some shopping.

During the afternoon after buying way too many clothes, you felt your phone moving in your pocket someone was calling you.

It was Gojo wondering why you weren’t at home ? You didn’t answer at first like How could he possibly know that ?

Feeling that you might be surprised by his comment he just told you that he went home early to spend the afternoon with you.

You didn’t even bother to answer you just run like your life depend on it. He was here he wanted to surprise you.

When you finally managed to be in your house you left everything and just go for a hug.

« Hehe look at you all pouty for me did you miss me that much ? »

« You have no idea how much I missed you »

« Guess I’m just so incredible you couldn’t get enough of me »

« I guess so »

He teases you during 10 whole minutes until someone knocked at your door.

During your run, Gojo called a caterer and a florist to apologize for not being here lately and also because he wanted to celebrate Valentine’s Day with you (he won’t tel you that he show off during his whole day at work)

He wanted to take you at a restaurant to enjoy some good quality foods but he discovered from Nanami that you seemed a bit off lately, it didn’t take him a long time before realizing that you were missing him.

So he planned to spend the whole night love you and remind you how much he was into you.

You shared good food together, watched some movies. You were actually very into one action movie until you felt some lips on your neck.

Not need to say you never saw the end of the movies but that’s okay since you were busy being taken care of by your lovely boyfriends

When it came to your gift, he bought you a gorgeous ring. He joked about being a test for when he would finally ask you the very specific question.

This day you never managed to know if he was joking or not

Megumi fushiguro

he is also a disaster but not because he doesn’t know what to do (he has some ideas thanks to social media) but because he doesn’t know how to behave with people I mean he can talk to them. But 99% of the time you’re starting a conversation and he follows

But today is a special day it’s Valentine’s Day and for once he wants to be in charge about your date (even tough sometimes he suggest some place to go you’re just too excited he can’t stop you he doesn’t want to it).

Like Itadori he started to ask Gojo-sensei (since he seemed very comfortable with those kind of things) but didn’t find anything interesting so he just left without letting his sensei showing off about how many people he seduced blabla

So he went directly into Maki which wasn’t a good idea. Not that she didn’t have any idea but she was like « why would you celebrate Valentine’s Day ? Aren’t you supposed to cherish Y/N on every single day ? » which wasn’t true anyway

So he left without any idea and couldn’t manage to ask kugisaki about it he knows he wouldn’t stop hearing about it. So he just looked through social media, Pinterest anything that might interest both of you

He choosed to take you in some place where you can both relax and have some sweets. It was a very romantic place full of books with couch everywhere it was very comfy. He loves it especially because he could enjoy some quality time without being surrounding by people.

Then you insisted on going into your place so you could cuddle since he is not comfortable with PDA in public other than holding hand.

When you were home, you guys just cuddle in his bed enjoying some music together. No words needed to be said, just feeling his hand stroking your hair was enough for you and when it came to him, having you by his side was enough to melt his heart.

As a gift he decided to buy you a book where all of his pages where white. He wanted you to decorate it as you wanted, and you decided to put all of your pictures you take with him like your own made album.

He never told you that actually in the end of the books he writes something for you. It was actually pretty simple but it means everything for you.

« Hi Y/N i just wanted to tell you that I love you so much. I know I should say it out loud more often but you know I’m not comfortable with this kind of things. Thank you for being with me, i cannot wait to see how this book would look once it’s full - Megumi »

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kerie-prince · 3 years

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black hair dye

George Weasley x Reader (fluff)

requested: (anon) hello! i was wondering if i could request? could u write george x reader, established relationship, him n fred are getting rlly into pranks (more than they usually would be i suppose) and one prank goes just a tad too far and reader ends up getting upset and hurt and fluff ensues :) i hope that’s alright, thank u sm! :)

warnings: use of the word "mudblood"

summary: you knew what you signed up for when you started dating one of the most devious (yet sweetest) boys in school. what you didn't sign up for was to get caught up in one of their devious plans

a/n: my first request since i started writing again 🥺💙 hope you guys like it!

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George Weasley loved two things: Y/N and pranking. In that order? Well, we’ll get to that later.

The mischievous smirk on his face, the dedication in planning, the certain glint in his eyes, and the contagious laughter from the aftermath had been some of the reasons you fell for the devilish Gryffindor boy.

On a couple occasions, you’ve assisted in some pranks with the twins. Your favorite one being the time that you had given Draco Malfoy a heart-shaped box of chocolates on Valentine’s day, chocolates that were actually puking pasties the twins made. You skipped across the hallways and stood in front of the Slytherin blond, twirling your hair in your fingers as you gave him the box and walked away. Madam Pomfrey had spent three hours helping him clear everything out of his system. That same day, George presented you with his own box of chocolates. It took a while to convince you that they were real chocolates, but once you decided on risking it, he asked you out. It was oddly romantic. Not just because it was Valentine's day, but that he asked you after doing probably the least romantic thing together. Not many girls dream of their crush asking them out after they just sent another boy emptying his guts out for hours.

That brought you to the present, in the Common Room studying for exams with Angelina and Hermione. Slughorn may have been significantly nicer and easier to follow compared to Snape, but that didn’t make his work any easier. As you had your nose in your book, hushed whispers and the familiar laugh that had indication of scheming flowed through your ears. The ginger boy walked towards you and placed a quick kiss on your forehead, “I'll see you later, love.”

Fred and George made a dash to their shared dorm with Lee. “They're at it again,” Angelina commented with her eyes still on the parchment in front of her.

“That's to say that they ever stopped,” Hermione jokes. There was no telling what the boys were planning this time. It seemed that with every prank, they had to outdo themselves in the next one. Like a competition only between the two of them.

As they were in their final year at Hogwarts, you always wondered if George would ever retire from pranking and go on to do other things after graduation. But you also couldn't imagine him doing anything else. There were talks of opening a shop after graduation thanks to Harry giving them his winnings from the Triwizard Tournament, but to your knowledge nothing has been set in stone. George was always happy when coming up with pranks, and when George is happy, so are you.

You read the time on your wrist watch and started packing your things. “Alright girls, I'm beat. We’ll meet tomorrow in the library, yeah?” the two girls nodded in your direction. Walking towards the girls dormitories, you could hear the twins and Lee laughing loudly from their room. Oh, boys.

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In the Great Hall, you ate your breakfast as you read over your notes for Advanced Potions when George took his usual seat next to you. “Good morning my sweet.” He kissed your forehead as he did every morning. You tore your eyes away for a moment from the book to give him a smile and peck his lips. “Morning, love.”

“Studying as always, Y/N?” Fred asked from across. “‘Course I am. Someone has to be able to tell you what ingredients to use to make a stink bomb,” you teased. Your surrounding housemates laughed at your response. Fred and George went on whispering, presumably about their new plan. You and Angelina looked at each other with a nod of disapproval and laughed to yourselves. Moments later, Lee ran in the Great Hall carrying two bottles, one empty and one filled with a black substance.

“What are you planning now?” you interrogated. Lee and Fred gave George a nod for him to go on. “This, my love, is black hair dye. Muggles use it to color their hair.”

“Yeah, I know what hair dye is. Why do you have it- are you going to mix it with Ron’s shampoo?” your eyes nearly matched the mischievous look in the boys’ eyes around you.

“I like the way you think but no,” George replied.

“This dye is going into none other than Malfoy’s shampoo.” Fred completed. The twins went on talking back and forth completing each other’s sentences.

“Lee’s the only one that has access to the prefect’s bathroom,” George started.

“Considering that McGonagall doesn’t trust us to go in there.” Angelina scoffed, “I can’t imagine why.” The twins ignored her sarcastic remark and continued. “We’re going to steal his shampoo and replace it with the one we made with the black hair dye. He’ll go washing on and,”

“Blondie no more.” Lee completed. You could imagine it now, Malfoy walking around with greasy black hair. This would probably be Fred and George’s most devious plan. They have had their fun with setting random fireworks, hexing quills to move on their own, and candies that had some not so pleasant after effects. The more you thought about it, though, the more worried you became. The three of you had detention for weeks from the last stunt with Malfoy, and his father still holds the grudge against Arthur. Something like this would not only get them in detention until the end of the school year, Lucius could use his position at the Ministry to get Arthur fired.

It seemed as if your best friend had the same thought seeing as she had the same look on her face. “Love, don’t you think that’s a bit too much?” Angelina faced Fred.

“Nonsense. We got this handled.” The boys went on with their fun. You stood up from the table and gathered your things. Angelina joined you, not wanting to risk being associated with the boys and landing herself in detention along with them if they were to be caught. You walked arm-in-arm to the library where you’d surely find Hermione with a huge stack of books. “Boys,” your best friend simply said.

“Yeah, but what would we do without them?”

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A week has passed since and it was now the night before your Potions exam. You hadn’t seen much of your boyfriend, knowing that he was being kept busy with his brother. As much as you love spending time with him, it was nice to get some work done. You had determination to get straight O’s for your last year and you were confident this exam would help you get it. The library was closing its doors soon, so you quickly grabbed all your things to make it back to the Gryffindor common room in time.

Your ink pot spilled over the table in the midst of the rush. Somewhere in your bag was a little package of tissues and you used the whole thing to try and clean up as much as you could. The ink was staining your hands but you could care less about it. Deciding that the ink was mostly wiped off, you ran out the doors and made a straight dash to your house.

Once you made it to your shared dorm room, you tossed your bag to the side and threw yourself on your bed and fell asleep in seconds.

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The morning came and you groaned at the sunlight blinding your eyes. Your uniform was wrinkled up, hair pointed at every direction, and your breath was enough to get you up and out of bed. The girls around you laughed at the sight of your unruly state.

“Y/N, what is that on your hands?” Angelina chuckled.

“Just some ink. I spilled my pot in the library and tried to clean it,” you answered. In the shared bathroom, you casted a spell for your toothbrush to move around your mouth as you tried to wash off the ink. Unfortunately, it wasn’t letting up. The black ink was clinging to your skin and only seemed to be spreading around even more. It was starting to stain the porcelain sink when you decided that you’ll just deal with it for the day.

You bathed yourself, changed into fresh robes and headed to the Great Hall for breakfast. Potions would be the first class of the day and you were confident in yourself to pass the exam. Before you could step into the Hall, someone grabbed you from their collar and dragged you to the opposite. “You’re coming with me, mudblood.” You couldn’t see who it was as their hood was covering their head, but the hand on you had the familiar silver ring on one of the fingers.

You questioned him as he dragged you to the dungeons. He forced you into Snape’s office, catching the professor’s attention with the slam of the door. You stood confused as to why you were brought to Snape’s office and it seemed he was confused as well. When you turned around to the boy behind you, you were met with a black-haired, red-faced Malfoy. His nostrils were flared and he had stains around his forehead and the back of his neck. You couldn’t help yourself when you started cackling at the sight.

“SHE DID THIS TO ME,” Malfoy accused with a pointed finger at you. Your laughs were dying down, and as you caught your breath, you faced him boldly. “Please, I have better things to do than petty things such as this.” He walked up to you and forcibly grabbed your hands and raised them to show Snape. “Look at this! This is clear proof she did this. Do something about this!” He demanded from the brooding professor. You had panic in your eyes as you realized the situation you were in. The ink on your skin matched with the dye in Malfoy’s hair.

“Professor, I swear I didn’t do this. You have to believe me,” you pleaded. Snape seemed unamused by the whole thing. “Then, Miss Y/L/N, how do you explain the stains on your hands?”

“I spilled my ink pot last night and tried to clean it up but it stained my hands,” you waved your hands in front of you. The situation was coincidental but even you thought it sounded suspicious.

“Rubbish, you expect me to believe that you happened to ‘clean up spilled ink’ the same night this happens to me?” Malfoy was raging as he pointed to his head. “My father will hear about this,” the famous words fell from his lips. In the middle of it all, you looked at the clock above Snape’s head and saw that you were now ten minutes late to Slughorn’s class. You were missing the exam.

“Please, professor. I didn’t do this. I’ve been in the library every night studying,” you continued begging.

“Were you with anyone last night to prove your innocence?” Snape put emphasis in his last word. You looked down and held your hands in front of you. “No, sir.”

“Then what am I to make when one of my students comes in looking like,” he paused to look at Malfoy, “that and your hands are in the state it is now?”

“But I didn’t do it,” you whispered with watered eyes.

“Alright. If you didn’t do it, then who did?” You couldn’t throw your boyfriend under the bus at that moment. Him and his brother were already on thin ice with the pretentious Slytherin. This would just make it worse. “I-I can’t tell you,” you stuttered.

“You can’t or you won’t?” Snape persisted. You stood silently, having counted that you were now thirty minutes late to class and there was no way you would be able to retake it. Slughorn was unusually strict about one thing; tardiness. “Very well then. If you won’t tell me, I’ll have no choice but to give you detention for three months,” Snape declared.

Your eyes nearly fell out in shock, “THREE MONTHS?” Malfoy had the biggest smirk on his face and his arms were crossed in victory. “And you’ll be responsible for putting his hair back to its natural state. Now get out.” He ushered you two out harshly and slammed his door in your face when you tried to plead.

The Slytherin boy just chuckled as he raised his hood and pranced away. The tears were falling from your eyes. You leaned against the wall with your head leaned back. Plans of straight O’s were out the window, but that’s not what really upset you. What worried you was having to deal with the wrath of Lucius Malfoy once he caught wind of this. And even with all this, you couldn’t bring yourself to be mad at George. It’s not like he spilled the ink on your hands.

You walked straight to your house with your head sulked down. When you started climbing the changing stairs, you heard your boyfriends’ laugh from above. “Y/N! Have you seen Malfoy yet? Godric, he looks terrible!” Fred gave him a high-five, “We did it again, Georgie.”

George’s laughter faded when he saw your tired face, tears dried on your cheeks. He cupped your cheek with his large hand and lifted your face up to look at him, “Love, what’s wrong? Did the exam not go well?”

“Got detention. I missed the exam,” you explained. Your voice sounded tired and all you wanted was to lay in your room for the rest of the day. You didn’t care about your other classes. “Detention? For what?” Fred asked from behind George. You lifted one of your hands and babbled ‘Malfoy’ before slipping past and walked inside the common room. The boys looked at each other in confusion before putting two and two together and made a dash for you inside.

“That’s ridiculous, you weren’t even a part of it this time,” George exclaimed. Fred non verbally agreed. They were appalled. “Did you tell them you didn't do it?”

“I did but when Snape asked who did, I couldn’t tell him,” you lowered your voice so they couldn't hear the last. But George did. Because of him, you missed out on the exam you have been desperately studying for and you got in trouble for something he did.

George left your room in a huff and started marching his way to Snape’s office. He couldn't hear Fred calling out for him, and you lost your breath from chasing after him. Damn those long legs.

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Around dinner time, George walked into the Great Hall with one hand holding on to his shoulder as he moved the opposite one in circles. “What’s up with you?” Ron asked with raised eyebrows.

“Snape’s got me organizing his potions in both his office and supply closet. Man can’t organize to save his life,” George may have been uncomfortable, but he still had his signature smile. You reached your hands to massage his shoulder. “Why’d you do that?”

“Whaddya mean, love?” He looked clueless.

“Why did you get yourself in trouble? Aren't you worried about what will happen?” you whispered for only him to hear you. “I only told the truth. No need for you to take the fall. Anyways, I talked to Slughorn and he agreed to let you take the exam this Saturday at seven in the morning.” If at all possible, you fell more in love with George Weasley in that moment. You kissed him on the cheek, held one of his hands in yours and continued the night talking with friends.

“Hey Georgie, think we can top this one?” Fred looked over his shoulder staring at the wonderful victim of the previous prank. The Slytherin table were snickering at their Prince. Draco sat with his head down, threats not doing him any justice anymore.

“You're on, Freddie.” The twin boys shook their hands and started talking about ideas for what they’d do next.

Oh, Merlin.

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peaceisadirtyword · 3 years

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God Júl VIII. Epilogue. (Modern Ivar/Reader)

A/N: hello beautiful people♥️ thank you so much for reading, I’m sorry for the ending (again), because this was amazingly good in my head but obviously I didn’t do it right :( I hope you enjoyed the series, at least, and I hope you keep reading my work (the other fics are better I swear). Thank you for reading, I hope you like it! Take care, love u😘

Warnings: fluff, my writing, my brain was on holidays

Words: 700

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Ivar looked at the door with a frown, and then at the phone again. You were late, and he was starting to feel like an idiot standing in there and waiting for you. The people looked at him, and he knew what they were thinking.

The small box with the necklace that Floki sent from Iceland felt heavy in his pocket, and he felt like those guys on the movies when they are about to propose to the woman they love. But he wasn't going to propose. Not yet.

He got another message. You were coming already. He sighed and rubbed his face before leaning on the wall next to the door of your favorite restaurant, where he had managed to get a reservation for Valentine's Day two weeks earlier.

If someone had told him he'd be making reservations to have dinner with his roommate and best friend on Valentine’s Day a year ago, he would have rolled his eyes and scowled before looking away. Hvitserk had laughed for at least five minutes when he called him to ask for help to buy you a gift. He was so annoying that Ivar had to hang up until he calmed down. Of course his entire family knew and that night his phone nearly exploded with messages, but he was too busy cuddling you on the couch to even read them.

In fact, cuddling you on the couch with the tv on and some beers was his new favorite plan, and he'd much rather be doing that than waiting for you on a restaurant, but he had to do things right.

Suddenly, and just when he was about to reply to your last text, someone called his name softly.

"Hey, Ivar"

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You nearly ran, cursing while dodging people on the streets. It had been raining and the sidewalk was slippery in some places, which slowed you down. You were already worried because you didn't have time to go back home and fix your hair and your makeup before going to the restaurant, but your last class had ended later than you thought and you didn't want to make Ivar wait even more.

After a month and a half of the two of you fooling around, cuddling and even having sex on his bedroom whenever you sneaked in to show him some funny memes and videos or to wake him up in the morning. But nothing on public, nothing official. Until he invited you on a date. On Valentine's Day. You didn't really know if that meant that he wanted to make it official, but hoped so. Because you wouldn't know what to do without him anymore.

When you reached the restaurant, your lips curved on a wide smile almost immediately. And it faded as quickly as it came when you saw him talking to a girl. She had dark hair and clear eyes, and her bright smile made you bit your lip softly. Ingrid, you'd recognize her anywhere. She looked perfect, flawless, it made you feel even worse.

"So.. Would you like to grab a drink?" You heard her say, tilting her head adorably. You couldn't see Ivar's reaction, but kept walking towards them.

"Um... I..." he sounded confused, as if he couldn't believe that a girl was asking him out "Sorry, but I'm waiting for..." Ingrid's eyes fixed on you and Ivar turned around. He relaxed when he saw you.

"Hi" you smiled shyly. You wouldn't have blamed him if he had said yes, you were late and he technically was single, so he could do whatever he wanted.

"Oh, I see" she giggled, looking more amused than bothered "Sorry, I thought... Well, enjoy" she winked at you and waved before walking away.

"Bye" you muttered with a small smile. She was nice, at least.

"What was that about?" Ivar frowned and you shrugged.

"No idea"

"Anyway, you're late" he glared at you.

You giggled and leant in to kiss his cheek softly.

"Sorry, I have something for you, though"

He pretended to be annoyed as he opened the door to let you in. The little box felt even heavier when he entered behind you, leaning on his crutch and holding back a smile.

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ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff · 3 years

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Valentines Day for Nerds (Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader)

Summary: Spencer’s favourite holiday is often taken up mostly by work, but this year his enjoyment doesn’t seem to be as disruptive in the BAU bullpen. The team soon realise why.

AN: It’s a bit late- who am I kidding? IT’S ALWAYS HALLOWEEN IN OUR HEARTS! This was a part of @imagining-in-the-margins fic swap, for the brilliant @agntprentiss <3

For my smut fic from the swap, check out A Little Indulgence (18+ only!)

Reader uses she/her pronouns!

Word count: 1.7k words

Gif credit to @imagining-in-the-margins <3

Your name: submit What is this?

The first breach of boredom was Penelope practically skipping into the bullpen, her arms cradling a bouquet of flowers as if it were an infant. The bold orange roses contrasted with the dyed black petals of its counterparts as they were planted upon Spencer’s desk.

“Delivery for Doctor Reid!” trilled Penelope, clapping her hands now that they were free of said delivery. Dropping his pen onto his unfinished paperwork, Spencer pivoted the base of the bouquet before he found a small black envelope.

It held a little card with two pumpkins, happy faces carved into them both. Inside were the following words:

Black is for new beginnings,

Orange is for enthusiasm,

Spooky times are afoot tonight,

Watch out for ectoplasm!

I spent ten minutes trying to think of a rhyme for that. Happy Halloween, Cara Mia!

Y/N xxx

Spencer beamed as he placed the bouquet at the edge of his desk, next to the fake severed hand that now held the card in its stiff fingers. He scratched his bristly cheek. Less than a day until he could shave this off. It’d be worth it though.

“Is it from Y/N?”

He looked up to see Penelope had lingered like a lost spirit, waiting to see if her trials of passing on the bouquet had been worthy enough for her to move onto the next world – her Batcave. She was poised with a hopeful expression.

“Yes,” Spencer said, watching Penelope lean up on her tiptoes as she tried to rein in her delight.

She clapped her hands, her purple painted nails clicking as they tapped together, “Are my two favourite ghost hunters up to much this Hallow’s Eve?”

“We’re going to see the Phantasmagoria re-enactment after we go trick-or-treating with Henry tonight.”

It was hard to ignore the absolute glee with which Spencer spoke. Even if one completely ignored the way his voice carried a light excitement, the way his eyes lit up and his broad smile almost fell off his face was enough to connote that he was very excited for tonight. It was also hard to ignore the mild bemusement on the faces of everyone who heard.

Glad to be back and bearing witness to his elated behaviour regardless, Emily cracked a smile, “Maybe she’ll cling to you when she gets scared.”

A heat crawled up Spencer’s neck and he tried to return to work now in hopes that his gift’s display would be cut off. He’d rather sit in the glow of receiving the flowers without mockery.

To the team’s credit, no one ribbed him for it.

The flowers were not the last gift though.

Soon Penelope reappeared, “Your Cupid has returned with another gift for you!”

As he tore at the paper and revealed an Edgar Allen Poe pin – the titular Raven he instantly attached it to his satchel strap – in pride of place, just like the bouquet.

Derek was the one to notice how Spencer’s sandwiches had been cut into little pumpkins. Some digging and Spencer revealed that he had gotten Y/N to order a cutter online. He held his lunch in one hand, his collection of classic Halloween short stories in the other, with a childish glee that no one wanted to squander.

When Spencer climbed the steps to drop off a file to Hotch around mid-afternoon, Rossi walking behind him noted the brand-new socks. A classic odd pairing, and obviously they were Halloween themed. This kid left no opportunity untaken when it came to celebrating Halloween – more than his own birthday.

But Rossi was not closed enough to get a good look at them, and no one else was as close. So, he recruited Emily and Derek to discover what the pattern was. It was Emily and Derek who upped the stakes by wanting to get a glimpse without arousing suspicion. Now that outright asking Spencer was not an option, the game began as they dropped several pens as an excuse to bend over and strain for a flash of those socks.

Derek eventually resorted to a pantomime attempt at tripping in front of Spencer’s desk and gave the jig up straight away by shouting to a stressed Emily (whilst also catching the attention of Hotch through his office’s blinds): “IT’S IT!”

A few language barriers hurdled later, and hindsight brought them both clarity. The red splodge on Spencer’s ankle was officially defined as a balloon.

“So tell us! What’s the other one?” Emily said, her voice strained with how much she was invested in this single sock.

Spencer hiked up his trouser leg to display the skeletal zombie sewn into the sock. “It’s Curtis Danko from When Good Ghouls Go Bad. Y/N had it commissioned for me!”

JJ was watching nearby, unaffected by the tensions of the sock bet. She knew the film because Y/N had wanted to show it to Henry the other week when she babysat him. But upon further inspection, the R.L. Stine film – while intended for kids – might be a little intimidating for Henry to watch without his profiler mother and godfather, police officer father, and favourite auntie there to protect him from the cursed statue.

No one else in the bullpen knew the film.

The team soon discovered that Spencer was not the only one to be on the receiving end of such gifts. Six o’clock rolled around and Y/N entered the bullpen. She was wearing a fuzzy black scarf, some sparkles shining within the wool. At the tail of it, a lucky black cat patch was sewn onto the end. It caught Rossi’s eye and he hid behind a folder as he smiled. The three times that Spencer had forgone a card game with him (in favour of knitting the scarf on the flights back from cases) had been riddled with playful teasing. It was good to see that it was worth it.

Especially when Spencer saw Y/N wearing it and his back snapped straight up. His chair flew backwards, spinning around with the effort that Spencer had launched himself from it, and he and Y/N embraced each other with casual affection.

“How was work today?”

“Not as boring as I thought. But, I have to say: I’m meant to call you Cara Mia.” Spencer’s eyes darted to the card Y/N had sent that morning.

Y/N caught onto his meaning, “Should I stop?”

“Never.”

She rubbed her nose against his and Spencer went pink again, giggling like a teenager. True, he was as smitten with Y/N as Gomez was with Morticia. Then he remembered he was in the workplace as Y/N went to greet the rest of the team, and Spencer’s pink became a scarlet.

“Aww, Pretty Boy,” Derek grinned at him from his desk chair, “You’re so cute!”

“It’s like Sergio!” Emily said, admiring the scarf with her thumb rubbing over the stitches around the cat patch.

“Make sure he’s safe tonight,” Y/N squeezed her hands for a second.

Then JJ appeared from her office, coat and bag over her arm, and she, Y/N, and Spencer wished the bullpen a Happy Halloween before they left.

They had three hours before the Phantasmagoria started. Plenty of time to get ready.

Henry was right behind the front door of his home. The second it opened, he bounced at Spencer’s feet, his tiny hand clutching onto two of his fingers to drag him inside. He was babbling away at such speed that Y/N could barely keep up. She gave Will a wave across the ironing board where he was diligently ironing Will’s cape.

“Well don’t you look handsome!” Y/N beamed at Henry while JJ combed his hair back, slick with gel. It was something he agreed to but only if Spencer was doing the same. Which he was, occupying the downstairs bathroom as he prepared his own costume.

The moment Spencer had finished shaving everything bar the moustache, he was plonked in front of the television. Henry smoothed out his cloak and put in his plastic fangs in to watch the rest of his new favourite Halloween film, The Little Vampire. He mumbled along with Rudolph’s lines and sat enraptured as he pointed out to Spencer the flying scenes. Luckily for him, Will and JJ were getting dressed as Frederick and Freda Sackville-Bagg upstairs to join in the Halloween spirit – last year’s Halloween date night disaster long forgotten.

Henry put in his plastic fangs and hissed at Y/N who emerged in her long sleek black dress. As she stepped across the room as elegantly as Morticia, Spence spied that she was wearing the black spiderweb tights he had bought her today.

“Hello, Gomez,” She smiled radiantly at Spencer, smoothing out his suit jacket as he stood before her. He presented her with a red rose that matched her lipstick to a tee.

As she breathed in the flower’s scent, he kissed her cheek, enjoying her giggle at the bristle of his ‘stache, “You’re stunning.”

“Thank you, and you’re handsome as ever.” She swung their linked hands between them in the opposite way she poised on her tiptoes. “Maybe we should have taken a tango class.”

And she laughed loudly at Spencer’s wincing at such a thought.

“It’s ok, Cara Mia. I’ll settle for a kiss instead.”

Oh, that was something he could do forever. He brought her hands to his lips and kissed her knuckles then the inside of each wrist.

Unfortunately, Henry interrupted the stream of kisses that were headed in Y/N’s way. “Ready to go!” He skipped his way between the happy couple.

It was hard to be mad at Henry, especially with how adorable he looked beside his parents and with his bright orange pumpkin bag ready to collect candy. He felt safe with his four favourite adults guarding him.

“Tonight,” Y/N whispered into his ear and he could hear the smirk in her words, “After the Phantasmagoria.”

Spencer beamed, his dimples delightfully framing that smile. One day maybe, they would have their own Wednesday, Pugsley, and Pubert to join them. And maybe then Derek would dress up as Uncle Fester.

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rreyie · 3 years

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𝙖𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙥𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙫𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙚’𝙨 𝙙𝙖𝙮

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: def some smut in there... after all that is what my blog is for. mentions of toys, oral and vaginal

𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚: nsfw headcanons

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨: eren yeager, armin arlert, jean kirstein, connie springer

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚: HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY SEXIES!!! hope you’re all doing wonderful, regardless of if you’re free tonight or not! (i am, lmao)

anyways here’s a gif of jean 😩🙌

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⚔️ EREN YEAGER⚔️

on valentine’s day, he likes to keep it very low key

so basically nothing too fancy

he wants to spend time with you at home

maybe watch a movie, cuddle, have sex

when you come back from work on valentine’s day, he will probably order takeout (probably pizza), and lay on the couch waiting for you to get home

he doesn’t take getting dressed up too seriously, probably in his pajamas still lmao

he’s pretty good with gifts, he gets you a box of nice chocolate and a cute teddy bear

he will wrap an arm around you and let you lean onto his shoulder while you two watch the movie

i’m sorry but this man will probably get so damn horny later on 😭😭😭

he will slowly creep his hand up your thigh, then begin to whisper some... very, very dirty stuff in your ear

as soon as you start to get flustered, let the couch sex begin!

he’s more dominant than usual

will edge and overstimulate you SO MUCH

will ask you questions while you’re sucking him off so he can hear you choke

will come inside you, he wants to make you know that you’re his

might use light restraints? maybe like something to tie you down but nothing too over the edge

he goes slow and sensual this time, it’s rare he ever does but he wants to savor the moment

expect to stay up the whole night and be prepared to call out of work tomorrow because you probably will not be able to walk

but honestly that’s fine, he will take care of you from the moment you’re done to until you’re walking again :)

⚔️ ARMIN ARLERT ⚔️

valentine’s day is one of his favorite holidays to spend with you, next to christmas

does absolutely everything for you

cleans the house and cooks for the day, wants to take care of you too

then he will make you dinner, probably something small though since cooking isn’t his forte

but baking is most definitely his strong suit, so he’ll make you cupcakes or cookies, maybe both if he’s indecisive

sets the table and puts down a vase of roses and your gifts, which include heart shaped balloons, your favorite snacks and flowers

he’s sitting there waiting for you with the cutest grin on his face, his eyes sparkling with love

after you eat, he draws a bath for you two to relax and spend some time together

uses bath bombs, bath salts, bubble bath, everything and anything to make the bath nice

you sit next to him and lean on him as he admires you

he wants to wash your hair, will appreciate it if you do the same to him

i cant see him wanting sex on valentine’s day, i think he would want to appreciate the cute romantic aspect of it more than the sexual one

⚔️ JEAN KIRSTEIN ⚔️

this kINKY MOTHERFUCKER

as much of a romantic he is, his hormones take over him and all he wants all day is a bunch of fucking

so when you come back, he probably isn’t wearing anything except his boxers

greets you with kisses everywhere, especially your neck

you can immediately tell by the way he’s kissing you that he’s not just being cute... he’s horny

VERY HORNY INDEED

literally carries you to the bedroom and throws you down, and you notice that there’s a few things all spread out on the dresser that are questionable

by that i mean a box of (large) condoms, a large bottle of lube, handcuffs, a vibrator, a cock ring, and a dildo

foreplay is quick tonight, you’re already fuckin SOAKING and begging him to fuck you

the cock right drives jean crazy, he gets a bit overstimulated because of it

you’re chained to the bed and all jean wants to do is fuck you senseless 😃

he does so, he is RUTHLESS with his pace

might cum in you once just for a territorial thing, but thinks it’s way hotter if he cums on your face or stomach

so many cuddles after omg

he’ll realize he forgot to get you something once you’re done, the best thing you could say to him is that his dick was enough of a present

⚔️ CONNIE SPRINGER ⚔️

due to his lack of romantic experience, he doesn’t quite know how to do valentine’s day

luckily he has sasha and jean to help him out

they went to the store with him to try and pick out presents

“uh... think they’ll like this?” “connie no they won’t that’s literally a children’s book”

eventually he will settle on a few nice things, maybe a few roses, some candy, and a stuffed cat

first thing in the morning he texts you to ask when you’ll be up, as soon as you reply he sets a reminder to start driving 20 minutes earlier so he can surprise you on time

he shows up to your doorstep all blushy and sasha and jean decided to follow him to make sure all went well

seeing you smile was the best thing he could’ve asked for, plus the kiss you put on his lips really tied it all together

you make plans to hang out later that day, and order some chinese takeout

i can see connie wanting to do something sexual but not the full out thing

honestly giving him head would be enough of a present for him

he would be squirming a ton, he’s super sensitive when it comes to anything involving his dick

a lot of hair grabbing and thrusting into your mouth

he thinks your mouth full of his cum is so hot

he will make it up to you by fingering your, or at least trying to finger you

you would have to guide him a bit on how to make it work but lucky for you he’s a quick learner

the rest of the night is just a bunch of cuddling

sasha and jean make fun of him for seeing a hickey on his neck the next day

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thesewordsareallihavetogive · 3 years

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no body, no crime - allison argent x reader

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Summary: When y/n disappears after confronting her husband about his affair, Allison takes matters into her own hands. Based on “no body, no crime (feat. HAIM)” by taylor swift [x]. You can find the mood board for this fic here

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: cursing, infidelity, implied kidnapping, implied murder, murder, alleged murder, alleged/implied death of reader, reader is married to a man with a j name 🤢

a/n: hi everyone! it’s been a hot minute since i posted a new fic & this is why. i’ve been working on this since late december of 2020, so this is the longest i’ve ever spent on a stand-alone work. i’ll include more gory details about the writing process at the end if you’re interested :)

dedicated to: elle (@demxters) for all of her help and ideas! this fic literally wouldn’t have gotten finished without her, send her some love <3

this is also dedicated to caoimhe (@free-pool-trash) for not murdering me after i gave her a preview several weeks ago and then just ✨stopped writing✨

master list

Este's a friend of mine

We meet up every Tuesday night for dinner and a glass of wine

“Hey!” Allison greeted cheerily as she met y/n at their usual table tucked in the corner of their favorite restaurant. y/n returned the brunette’s smile as she stood up to hug her friend, but it didn’t reach her eyes. Allison saw through y/n’s facade and furrowed her eyebrows. “What’s wrong?” she asked as concern spread across her features.

“I think Justin is having an affair,” y/n admitted. The statement dropped like a bomb between the two women, causing Allison to nearly spew the wine in her mouth all over the table. She coughed a few times and drank some water to clear her throat before she composed herself enough to ask questions.

“What happened? Did you see something?” Allison asked hesitantly. Her mind was still reeling from the mere concept of y/n’s husband cheating on her. Sure, Justin had never been Allison’s favorite guy, but it was normal for girls to think that no guy would ever be good enough for their best friend. Right?

Her husband's acting different and it smells like infidelity

She says, "That ain't my merlot on his mouth"

"That ain't my jewelry on our joint account"

y/n explained what had been going on over the past few weeks. Justin had been acting distant, which wasn’t too abnormal, but when he started coming home from work much later than his shifts ended and disappearing at odd hours of the night, y/n got concerned. The day that she had planned to approach him about everything and ask if anything was wrong, she got a call from her bank while driving home from work.

“Hi Mrs. y/l/n, this is Kathy from the bank. I’m calling to inform you that there have been a few large cash withdrawals from your joint account recently under your husband’s name, as well as a pretty expensive purchase yesterday at the jeweler,” the rest of Kathy’s words sounded muffled to y/n. It was nowhere near her birthday, Valentine’s day, or their anniversary, so y/n didn’t know what he could possibly be spending all their money on.

The next incident came a few days later when both y/n and Justin were home. y/n’s husband was in the shower and his phone buzzed with a new text message alert. Typically, y/n was never the type to snoop on her husband’s phone, but she figured she should check in case it was a work message. At least that’s how she justified it in her head. Justin had saved the sender’s number under the contact name “Spam Risk.” It was clever, y/n had to give him credit for that at least. Upon further inspection, y/n quickly realized that those texts weren’t sent from a telemarketer bot.

6:24 p.m. I can’t wait to see you tonight, baby - Spam Risk

6:25 p.m. Don’t keep me waiting too long ;) - Spam Risk

y/n thought the messages were strange, but the picture that followed the messages was definitely what threw y/n for a loop. There, on her husband’s text message thread, was a racy photo of a woman’s body that definitely wasn’t hers. y/n was quite literally stunned to silence as she dropped the phone back down onto the dresser. For the rest of the night, y/n was numb and quiet, not that Justin noticed. Then, like clockwork, he left the house at 11 p.m. with no explanation of where he was going or when he would be back.

By the end of y/n’s story, Allison’s mouth was open so wide she was sure her jaw would hit the table.

“What are you going to do?” Allison whispered, still in shock. y/n grimaced before clearing her throat and speaking her next words with finality.

No, there ain't no doubt

I think I'm gonna call him out

Este wasn't there

Tuesday night at Olive Garden at her job or anywhere

“Hi, there should be a reservation for two under Allison Argent or y/n y/l/n for tonight,” Allison greeted warmly as she approached the hostess stand at their go-to girl’s night restaurant.

“Right this way, ma’am,” the hostess said with a smile as she grabbed two menus and led her towards their usual table. Two menus. That must mean that y/n wasn’t there yet? Allison thought it was strange, y/n almost always was the first of the two to arrive. Allison brushed off the thought as she thanked the hostess and sat down. She had intended to look over the menu, but the strangeness of it all wouldn’t leave her mind. y/n was late. She was never late. Allison pulled out her phone to text her best friend, and it then occurred to her that she hadn’t heard from y/n since last week. Allison had been away on a “work” trip with her dad for the past six days and had just gotten back into town. After 30 minutes of sitting at the table alone, half a dozen unanswered text messages, and even more calls sent straight to voicemail, Allison dropped a few bills on the table and left.

As Allison pulled out of the parking lot, she turned on the radio in a futile attempt to drown out some of her racing thoughts. Between songs the radio host took to the mic to make an announcement.

“Hello Beacon Hills, we now interrupt your regularly scheduled listening with an urgent message from the Sheriff's department. Speaking now is Sheriff Noah Stilinski,” the host trailed off before there was a brief crackle as the audio transitioned to the Sheriff’s press briefing. Allison turned up the volume as the Sheriff’s voice carried across the radio.

“Thank you all for attending and tuning in. It is with great displeasure and a heavy heart that I inform you all that y/n y/l/n has been reported missing. Shortly after 8 a.m. this morning, we were informed by her husband that she didn’t show up for work yesterday morning and also didn’t come home last night,” Sheriff Stilinski continued speaking but it all began to sound like white noise to Allison. It took everything she had in her to focus on not veering off the road so that she could head to the Sheriff’s station and speak to Stilinski in person.

Conveniently, her route took her right past y/n and Justin’s house. Allison didn’t know what to expect as she sped by their house, but the fact that Justin’s normally filthy truck had been cleaned and waxed definitely caught her eye. The truck and driveway were soon out of sight due to the speed she was driving at, but at first glance, it looked as though his tires and grill had been replaced.

He reports his missing wife

And I noticed when I passed his house his truck has got some brand new tires

About a week had passed since y/n had been reported missing. Allison wasn’t sure how many search parties had been held, but they all resulted in the same thing: nothing. There wasn’t a single trace of her best friend, in fact, everything in Beacon Hills looked completely unchanged and normal. Allison’s focus and appetite seemed to have left with her other half, try as she might to desperately hold onto them. Her marksmanship had even been affected, something that hadn’t happened since high school.

Allison started driving around town during her free time. She wasn’t headed anywhere in particular, she mostly did it to try to clear her mind, though most times she was unsuccessful. She’d been mindlessly taking right and left turns and before she realized where she was, she passed y/n’s house.

Allison hadn’t planned to slow down as she passed the house, it was a mindless act if anything. Seeing a moving truck backed up to the house while Justin and some unfamiliar blonde woman were unloading boxes ensured that her decision to park her car where it couldn’t be seen and spy on the pair wasn’t mindless. Despite her gut telling her not to, Allison decided to give Justin the benefit of the doubt. Maybe he needed a roommate now since y/n couldn’t pay her share of the rent? Allison tried her best to keep all of her judgments and suspicions at bay as she watched the otherwise uneventful event unfold while biting her fingernails.

A few boxes later, Justin pulled the blonde in by her waist and kissed her with a fervor that would make most people blush. Allison’s eyes nearly popped out of her head as she sat there in shock with her mouth wide open. It took a while, mostly because the kiss lasted for an obnoxious amount of time, but Allison finally regained control of her body. It was like her brain had to go through a hard reset before she was able to face the reality of the situation.

y/n was right. Justin was cheating on her. Not only that, but Justin had cheated on y/n, spent less than a week grieving her disappearance, then allowed this to happen.

And his mistress moved in

Sleeps in Este's bed and everything

Allison found out that Justin Smith’s mistress’s name was Rebecca Baker. She was a few years younger than y/n and she worked at the same company as Justin. It didn’t take long for Allison to hack into both of their iCloud accounts. A few hours of scrolling later she was really regretting her decision, especially when she got to Justin’s messages to Rebecca about y/n.

2:47 a.m. What about your wife? - Spam Risk

2:47 a.m. What about her? - Justin

2:48 a.m. Are you going to leave her or kick her out or something? - Spam Risk

2:48 a.m. It’s been taken care of. - Justin

2:48 a.m. Taken care of? Justin, what does that mean? - Spam Risk

2:49 a.m. Justin??? - Spam Risk

Each new message ensured that bits of Allison’s fingernails had been gnawed off while her left hand fidgeted anxiously in front of her mouth. Allison decided that those messages were probably the most incriminating thing she’d find digitally, but the time and date stamps caught her eye. The texts were sent early Monday morning, the day that y/n allegedly left home and then didn’t show up for work or return home.

A chill spread from deep within Allison’s bones up to the surface of her skin, making goosebumps appear. Allison didn’t know what exactly, but she knew something terrible had happened to y/n and Justin had something to do with it. She shut her laptop a little harder than necessary as a resolved look spread across her face.

No, there ain't no doubt

Somebody's gotta catch him out

Good thing my daddy made me get a boating license when I was fifteen

Allison regularly accessed her personal armory, whether it was to prepare for a job or pack for a trip to the shooting range, but it had been a while since a powerful and unforgiving feeling hung over her shoulders. Allison carefully ran her fingers over her custom silver arrowheads as she considered her options. Her father’s words from one of her adolescent archery lessons rung in her head.

“The type of bow and arrows you use doesn’t matter. As long as you use them right, you’ll be able to make any shot. Don’t get hung up on the technicalities.”

Not too long after, her bag was stocked with her essentials: a bow, her trusted black leather archery glove, as well as a handful of arrows, though these ones lacked the silver heads she typically reserved for more exotic expeditions.

The rare dark clouds in the California sky at sunset were reflected in Allison’s cold eyes. The drive to her target’s house was familiar, the turns she made were almost instinctual. Normally these roads reminded her of her coffee dates with y/n and nights they spent talking for hours until sunlight crept through the windows. Now, her mind was blank and her heart was devoid of all emotion.

Even though Allison had disabled her car’s GPS earlier, she parked her car about a mile away from his house. When she was done, there wouldn’t be any evidence that could be traced back to her. She memorized his schedule; at 5:00 p.m. his shift ended and recently he’d been getting home by 5:20. His girlfriend got home sometime between 5:30 and 5:45, but she would leave for her pilates class around 6:30 and wouldn’t get home until 7:45. Allison had just over an hour window to get the job done, but it wouldn’t take that long. If everything went according to plan, she’d be off the property within a few minutes of taking the shot.

When she arrived her target had just come home from work and was alone in the house. She waited patiently, hidden by the trees that the property backed up to. She watched as he moved around through the open curtains and then as his girlfriend entered the house and kissed him with a passion that made Allison’s stomach churn. She watched as they ate dinner together, as her target’s girlfriend got ready for her gym class, and watched as she got in her car and drove away. When Allison checked her watch it was only 6:25 p.m., she had far more time than she needed.

The plan was simple, really. Under the cover of darkness, she’d flip the breakers, effectively cutting the power. When her target came out to investigate, she’d let him fumble around in the darkness for a while. He’d always been a paranoid individual, so it wouldn’t take much to get him on edge. A rustle in the bushes here, a small snapped tree branch there, and then something that would get his attention. Allison wanted his eyes to be on her when she took the shot.

Allison’s target was watching TV so he knew immediately when the power went out, plus the fact that the once illuminated house was suddenly bathed in darkness. The high-pitched yelp that escaped his throat almost made Allison laugh. She had to keep quiet though, at least for now. As expected, the dopey man scurried around to the side of the house where the breakers were located in no time. The batteries in the flashlight he held were on their last leg, that much was evident in the way the light beam flickered every few seconds.

Just as he opened the door to the circuit breaker panel, Allison moved. A rustle here. The sound practically echoed in the silence of the night, causing the man to whip around and shine his flashlight directly at the source of the noise. There was nothing there. It’s just the wind, he reasoned before getting back to work. After a few switches had been flipped - none of them for the outdoor lights - he heard another noise. This one was much louder than the last, a small snapped tree branch there. Again, the flashlight’s flickering light beam uncovered nothing, but it was enough to make all of the hairs on the back of Allison’s target’s neck stand up straight. He hastily flipped the rest of the breakers and the outdoor lights finally came on.

When yellow light from the backyard fixtures flooded the area, both Allison and her target were revealed. Allison stood a considerable distance away from the man, but she was close enough to see the blood drain from his face and his Adam's apple bob. When his eyes darted to the bow hung by her side, realization dawned on his face. He began to turn away with the intention of running, but Allison’s voice held him frozen in place.

“Don’t move,” she ordered quietly without any aggression behind her tone. Her face wasn’t threatening, she just looked calm and focused. Allison’s smooth features and peaceful expression was what scared the man the most.

“I- I’m sorry- I didn’t-” he stammered out, his arms and legs beginning to tremble.

“Shh,” Allison chastised as she raised her bow, loading it with an arrow. Her fingers moved with precision, her muscles knew this routine well.

“Please don’t- no, you can’t, you can’t do this!” the man pleaded. He wasn’t above begging on his knees, but Allison wasn’t about to give him the chance. Her gaze was sharply focused on her target, the view of her tightly grasped bow in her peripheral vision.

“Nous chassons ceux qui nous chassent.”

When Allison’s fingers let go of the bowstring the arrow flew smoothly through the air. The only sounds heard were the arrowhead piercing skin and the man wordlessly falling to the ground. The arrow went straight through his heart. Maybe Allison’s shot landed right where she intended. Maybe there was a metaphor in there. Allison checked her wristwatch, the numbers 6:45 shining back at her. An entire hour to spare.

Time to take out the trash.

I've cleaned enough houses to know how to cover up a scene

The job didn’t take long at all and it was definitely one of Allison’s least challenging ones, but it still felt nice to take a hot shower and sit in front of her fireplace with a cup of tea. The fire served a dual purpose; the crackles of the burning wood soothed her like a lullaby while the flames licked around and destroyed her bloody clothes from earlier. All of her equipment had been cleaned and put away, positioned exactly as it had been before. Everything was the same, nothing changed or out of place. There was just one less heartbeat in the world that night.

Good thing Este's sister's gonna swear she was with me

On the second day of the trial, Rebecca Baker’s lawyers were throwing whatever they could against the wall to see if something would stick. That morning they began to argue that Allison Argent might’ve abducted and murdered Justin Smith in retaliation for y/n’s disappearance. It was all speculation at best, but the theory unfortunately made sense to the jury. Before things could get too far, the prosecution called its first witness of the day to the stand.

“Mrs. Martin, where were you on the night of Mr. Smith’s suspected disappearance?” the prosecution lawyer questioned calmly.

“I was with Allison at my house. We were having a girls night in, you can check my security cameras,” Lydia answered confidently. Lydia still had a pocketful of favors from her MIT days, so when the jurors were shown the clips from Lydia’s home security cameras, they saw exactly what they would’ve expected based on Lydia’s testimony.

Truth be told, Lydia didn’t know anything about what happened that night; including Allison’s whereabouts and any details related to Justin’s alleged demise. All she knew was that Allison called and asked for a simple favor - an alibi for just a few hours. Lydia didn’t ask questions and Allison didn’t give answers.

Good thing his mistress took out a big life insurance policy

On the third day of the trial, Rebecca Baker took the stand. Her lawyers tried to help her as best they could, but the prosecution was ruthless. All of the evidence was circumstantial at best - all parties, including the judge and jurors, knew that - but it was enough to make everyone reconsider the spotless image the defense had tried to create for Ms. Baker.

“Ms. Baker, is it true that you knowingly engaged in a romantic relationship while Justin Smith was married to and living with his wife?” another one of the prosecution’s attorneys began.

“Yes,” Rebecca replied meekly. Allison internally scoffed from her seat in the gallery. She found irony in the fact that Rebecca didn’t find any humility or shame in sleeping with another woman’s husband until she was under oath.

“Is it also true that within approximately a week of Mrs. y/l/n’s disappearance, you moved into Mr. Smith and Mrs. y/l/n’s house?”

“That is correct,” Rebecca said as she began to wring her hands together anxiously. The judge tapped his wrist watch and shot a stern look towards the prosecutor. The man nodded in response and continued to his final points.

“I’ll wrap up my questions for you, Ms. Baker. Can you confirm that shortly after moving in with Mr. Smith, multiple legal and financial arrangements and adjustments were made? And these new arrangements make you the sole beneficiary of Mr. Smith’s life issuance policy, assets, and investments?”

By the end of the prosecution’s final question, every jury member and spectator sat up straighter and waited to hear Rebecca’s response with bated breath. The blonde ball of nerves sighed defeatedly before turning to face the attorney directly as she answered his question.

“Yes, that’s true.”

“No further questions, your honor.” As the lead prosecutor returned to the plaintiff’s table, Rebecca’s attorney stood up to address the judge.

“Your honor, the defense would like to request a brief recess,” the defense attorney nearly pleaded. Though his poker face was much better than his client’s, it was clear that he was getting nervous.

“We’ll reconvene in 15 minutes,” the judge ordered with a stern glare cast towards Rebecca.

They think she did it but they just can't prove it

It soon became clear to Rebecca that the recess her legal team requested was nothing more than a “kiss your dignity goodbye” meeting. If she hadn’t been queasy before the recess was called, she definitely was upon re-entering the courtroom.

The rest of the trial seemed to move in slow motion for Rebecca. A few more witnesses were called to the stand, more lackluster evidence was presented, both sides made their closing arguments, and the jury left to discuss the verdict. After what felt like an eternity, the jury returned with an official decision.

Silence settled over the room as a single juror stood to address the court.

“The jury finds the defendant not guilty on count 1 of murder in the first degree based on lack of sufficient evidence. The jury finds the defendant not guilty on count 2 of kidnapping based on lack of sufficient evidence. The jury finds the defendant guilty on count 3 of insurance fraud based on…”

The rest of the jurors’ statement sounded like white noise to Rebecca. She was just barely coherent enough to hear the judge deliver her punishment a few minutes later. $50,000 fine and 200 hours of community service.

Allison stuck around to the bitter end of the trial to hear the verdict in person. In all honesty, Allison didn’t want Rebecca to go to jail. It wouldn’t be right for her to serve time for a crime she didn’t commit, but Allison did find satisfaction in the fact that Rebecca would soon be picking up garbage in a fluorescent orange vest.

After the majority of the spectators had vacated the courtroom gallery, Allison leisurely gathered her things. Justice had been served to Justin, she personally made sure of that, and now justice had been served to Rebecca. The blonde and brunette women briefly locked eye contact as Allison made her way towards the exit.

“You did this,” Rebecca whispered to Allison. Suddenly, it was like a flip switched within her. One moment she was numb, yet calm and collected, and the next moment she was screaming (literal) bloody murder and had to be held back by her lawyers.

“YOU DID THIS! YOU KILLED JUSTIN, YOU BITCH!” Rebecca cried, though her words fell on deaf ears. Allison exited the courtroom with her head held high as the courtroom deputy and defense lawyers did their best to calm the hysterical woman.

She thinks I did it but she just can't prove it

A week later the court case was still on Allison’s mind but the emotional scars had begun to scab. Healing was never a straight or smooth path, Allison had learned that the hard way over the years, but this was a start.

y/n’s landlord had been generous enough to allow Allison to gather y/n’s things before he cleaned out the house for new renters. As Allison walked through the home she once considered to be an extension of her own, she felt her throat dry out and tighten up. She hadn’t realized she was crying until she was wiping salty tears off of the picture frames she’d carefully picked up. Each photo unlocked a new memory, some even elicited a chuckle out of Allison amidst her tears.

A photo from y/n’s wedding day stood out among all the rest as Allison’s eyes jumped from frame to frame. It was a candid shot Lydia had taken while they were in y/n’s dressing room before the ceremony. y/n looked as beautiful as ever in her flowy white gown and Allison’s mulberry maid of honor dress complemented it well. As Allison put the final touches on y/n’s hair and makeup, y/n fastened the clasp of a custom necklace behind Allison’s neck. On a thin, medium-length chain hung an arrowhead from the first time Allison had ever tried to teach y/n how to shoot a bow and arrow. y/n failed miserably, but it was a cherished memory for both girls. Since that day, Allison had only taken the necklace off a handful of times.

Allison smiled bittersweetly at the memory and wiped a fresh tear off of the decorative frame before pulling her necklace out from underneath her shirt. She pressed a gentle kiss to the cool silver arrowhead and then to the photo frame, right above y/n’s styled hair.

A feeling that Allison couldn’t quite explain flowed through her body just then; it was like taking a deep breath of fresh air after being stuck underwater or seeing the gentle rays of the sun for the first time after a hurricane, it felt like freedom. Allison felt almost as if y/n was right there next to her, with her head resting on Allison's shoulder and wrapping her arms around the brunette’s torso. In that moment, Allison somehow wordlessly knew with every fiber in her being that y/n was finally at peace.

No, no body, no crime

I wasn't letting up until the day he died

a/n: AHHHH DID YOU LIKE IT? it was kind of a wild ride from start to finish and i definitely shed a few tears while i was writing it. please lmk what you think!

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Remember Me: Chapter Five

Summary: Y/N and Bucky were the unlikely match when it came to love, but they were inseparable since they met. After a fight, Y/N left to be a trauma surgeon in the military and returns without her memories. How will Bucky remind Y/N how she is the fire in his bones? Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: Swearing (I like swearing. Adds character and sounds pretty to me lol), car crash, oh and enter John Walker

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Note: Okay, I know what you are all thinking. Oh no, not Walker! He isn’t a bad guy in this, just a friend so put the pitchforks away. And as always, support is appreciated whether it be a like, reblog, or comment (:

*gifs not mine

Previously

When Bucky finished cleaning the plate and beer from earlier as well as making sure all the doors were locked and lights off, he walks back to the bedroom to see the beautiful figure of Y/N asleep in his bed. He was grinning ear to ear, happy she was back where she belonged. He pulled off his shirt and changed into some dark grey sweats before slowly and quietly crawling into bed with her. He watched her sleep, taking in everything about her. He had missed watching her sleep, pondering what was going on in her brain while she slept. What dreams she was having and whether it was of him or not. He could lay there for hours and watch her sleep, brushing his fingertips along her cheek slowly. As much as Bucky wanted to stay awake and watch her, he eventually fell asleep as well with a small smile on his lips.

Chapter five - We looked at each other a little too long to be “just friends”

Y/N blinked awake as the sun hit her face from the window, her eyes immediately landing on Bucky asleep next to her. She studied his face, he seemed so relaxed and happy when he slept. She lifted her hand to gently brush across his face, watching him twitch a little at the touch before opening those gorgeous blue eyes to stare at her, “Hi..” She said softly towards him, feeling butterflies erupt in her chest at his gaze.

Bucky smiled, Y/N was back where she belonged- next to him. Even is she couldn’t remember much about their relationship, she was there staring at him like she always did in the mornings and Bucky had never been so happy to see those eyes staring across from him, “Mornin’ doll.” He whispers out to her, slowly reaching out and wrapping his arms around her, pulling her closer to him, “How’d you sleep?”

“Good… I slept really good.” Y/N responds, keeping her voice soft. She as enjoying everything about this moment. The way Bucky looked at her made her feel like she was his sun and she could see the love he felt for her practically dripping off of his features. It was melting her with every touch and every look he gave her, “What time is it?”

Bucky broke his gaze from Y/N’s face to roll over and check his phone on the bedside table, “Almost ten.” He said before rolling back to look at her, smiling instantly at the sight of her sleepy features.

Y/N’s eyes went wide and she jumped out of the bed, “Shit.. Shit shit shit.” She muttered, walking around the room, “I have an interview at the hospital at ten forty-five.” She paused in her spot, “And I forgot to tell Steve where I was last night. He’s probably freaking out.” She put her hands on her face, “Oh god.”

Bucky got up quickly, walking over and placing his hands on her shoulders, “Stop freaking out.” He said with a smile and small chuckle, “I got some pairs of your old scrubs, all washed and everything. Go ahead and shower, all your shampoos and soaps are still there as well as your toothbrush. I’ll give you a ride to the hospital and I’ll talk to Steve.” He told her, rubbing his hands comfortingly down her shoulders until he reached her hands. He brings one of her hands up to his lips, kissing her knuckles as he stared into her eyes, “Sound good?”

Y/N listened to him, entranced by the way he looked at her. A thankful smile creeped across her lips slowly, nodding at him, “Sounds like a good plan.” She said, a small blush appearing on her cheeks as he kissed her knuckles, “Thank you.” She told him.

Bucky proceeded to show Y/N where all her clothes were, passing her some dark navy scrubs. They were always her favorite color and also his. He watched her disappear into his bathroom behind the shut door, a smile glued to his lips. He couldn’t believe she was back in his house, in his bed, and now in his shower. But those thoughts cleared his mind as he dialed up Steve on his cell phone, listening to it ring once before Steve answered.

“Bucky, is she with you? Sam called and said she was at the bar last night and ran into Rumlow.”

“Yeah, she’s alright. She was a little tipsy from tequila and I took care of Rumlow…” Bucky paused as he heard Steve let out a soft chuckle about the tequila, “I showed her the box.” It was silent for a moment before Steve responded.

“And? Is she okay?”

Bucky smiled softly to himself, “She remembered the rose I gave her our first Valentine’s Day and how the neighbor yelled at me for stealing it from one of the rose bushes.” He chuckles a little, “She’s fine though. She stayed the night and I’m taking her to the hospital for her interview. And don’t worry Stevie, I’m taking it slow, being a perfect gentleman.”

Steve sighed a little, “I trust you with her, Buck. You know that I always have. Just don’t be taking up all her time, I missed her too.”

Bucky smiled, “I won’t. I’ll bring her back to your house after her interview.” He said, before exchanging goodbyes and hanging up. The sound of the shower turning off stopped him, he watched the door to the bathroom down the hallway, waiting for her to come out in those dark blue scrubs he loved so much. When she appeared through the bathroom door, his breath got caught in his lungs. There she was, all doctored up. Bucky loved this look of her, as professional as she looked she was also extremely sexy in the way the scrubs hugged her curves.

Y/N bit her lip as she pulled her wet hair back into a pony tail, noting the way Bucky was running his eyes up and down her body. It made her skin feel hot, tingly. She walked over to her backpack she had left, zipping it open and making sure her stethoscope and emergency medical supplies were in there, which they were. She never went anywhere without them just in case someone needed help. She picks it up and slings it over her shoulders before walking over to Bucky, biting her bottom lip again nervously, “Ready whenever you are.”

Bucky smiled at her, reaching out and placing his hands on her hips, pulling her closer to him and placing a soft kiss on Y/N’s lips, “You’ve always looked so damn good in scrubs.” He told her, his smile widening as he saw her blush again, “C’mon darlin’. I know you like to be early.”

Bucky dropped Y/N off at the hospital, telling her to give him a call after her interview was over and he would pick her up to take her home. He gave her a soft kiss before watching her go inside, speeding off on his motorcycle with a boyish grin across his features. Within an hour, Y/N called him, “Hey doll, how’d it go?”

Y/N walked out of the hospital and down the street, the phone pressed to her ear, “It.. Uhm.. It didn’t. The chief of surgery remembers me and how amazing of a surgeon I am but he didn’t feel comfortable putting someone with no memories as chief of trauma.” She said with a sigh. She couldn’t lie, the moment the words passed Chief Miller’s lips she felt defeated and hurt. The one thing she actually remembered was surgery and medicine and it felt like that was being taken away from her.

“Oh… I’m so sorry, darlin’. I’ll come pick you up. We can pick up some lunch and go back to your brother’s okay?”

Y/N kept her steady pace down the sidewalk, pursing her lips at his words, “I actually feel like walking home… processing stuff you know?” She looked up when she heard some tires squealing, watching a truck t-bone a parked car and hitting a pedestrian in the process.

“Y/N, what was that? Are you okay?! Y/N!”

Y/N blinked at the sudden wreck, Bucky’s voice pulling her back to reality, “Yeah, I’m fine. I gotta go.” She said before hanging up and running straight over to the man who had been walking across the street when the truck made a sharp left and struck him. She immediately got into the groove of assessing and treating traumas, directing a bystander to call for an ambulance.

Bucky panicked when Y/N hung up on him, immediately jumping on his bike and speeding towards the hospital. He parked his bike and ran into the ER, looking around for Y/N. When he heard his voice, he froze and turned.

Y/N was on top of a man on a gurney, her hand in the man’s chest as he was unloaded from the gurney. She didn’t even notice Bucky standing in the middle of the ER watching her, she was stuck in surgeon mode and covered in the man’s blood, “We got an MVC, two more ambulances behind us, driver and passenger. Triaged in the field. This patient was a pedestrian hit by the truck, I need to get this man to an operating room now!” She told the doctors who were pushing the gurney through the emergency room. Her eyes focused on Chief Miller, “Better give me those privileges, Chief. I got my finger plugging a hole in his right ventricle and if you don’t, he will bleed out before someone else can plug the hole.”

Chief Miller nodded, watching the other two from the car crash come in from ambulances before returning his sight on Y/N who was waiting for him to grant her privileges to operate, “I’ll do you one better, you’re the new Chief of Trauma. I’ll call ahead to OR 2, let them know you’re coming and get cardio to meet you there.”

Y/N smiled and nodded, relief flooding through her at his words. She did it, she had proven herself. As doctors pushed the gurney towards the operating room doors, her eyes fell on Bucky who had heard the whole thing and was giving her a smile and mouthing the words ‘great job’ to her. She smiled and nodded towards him before disappearing behind the doors to the operating room.

Bucky waited for her in the waiting room for about three hours, grinning to himself. Of course Y/N got the job, she was destined for it and he was unbelievably proud of her for proving that she was still the best trauma surgeon around. When he saw her come out of the operating room doors and into the waiting room, she was wearing clean red scrubs and her backpack over her shoulders. He immediately stood and hugged her, “Okay, first of all, next time tell me what happened instead of just saying you have to go because I was worried. And second…” He smiled down at her, brushing his fingers across her face, “I’m so proud of you.”

Y/N smiled at him, “I’m sorry, I just jumped into surgeon mode. I didn’t mean to worry you.” She told him, “And thank you. I did it.” She said with a small giggle of joy. She leaned up and kissed Bucky’s cheek, “Chief Miller said I can finish up the paperwork tomorrow. So… It’s almost dinner time now… how about dinner and a ride? I’m starving.”

Bucky wrapped an arm around her shoulder, “Anything for you, Chief of Trauma.” He said with a smile, walking her towards the exit of the hospital. He helped her to the parking lot and clicked the helmet secured on her head before helping her onto his bike. This ride home was different than others. Y/N didn’t hide her face in the back of Bucky’s leather jacket, instead she tilted her head back and let the wind hit her face and run through her hair. She closed her eyes, smiling and laughing a little at the high. Bucky was right when he told her it was like when she performed surgery. It was exhilarating sitting behind Bucky on his motorcycle. She felt free, everything fading away to this moment and she was stuck in it. It wasn’t until Bucky slowed down in front of a diner that she opened her eyes and looked at him, her mouth hanging open a little as she took deep breaths before she smiled at him.

Bucky slid off the bike, kicking the kick stand down, “I’ll be right back, love.” He told her, smiling as he pressed a kiss to her cheek. He disappeared inside and came back out with a bag of to-go boxes, passing them to Y/N, “Think you can manage holding onto those for the ride home?”

Y/N took the food and nodded towards him, “Yeah, I’ll manage.” She told him, securing the food in one arm with her fingers tightly around the straps of the plastic bag before wrapping her free arm around Bucky’s waist when got back in front of her on the motorcycle. The way home, she kept a firm grasp around Bucky’s waist with her arm that wasn’t holding the food, but a smile still was planted to her lips as the wind rushed against her face. Once they arrived back at Steve’s house, Y/N and Bucky walked in. Y/N immediately hugged her brother and apologized for not calling or coming home last night before telling him the good news that she got the job. It called for victory beers during dinner.

“This is nice, like old times.” Peggy said once they had finished eating, holding Steve’s hand on the table.

Bucky and Steve nodded in agreement with the statement while Y/N bit her lip. She didn’t remember these ‘old times’ they were agreeing about but if this is what they were like she’s glad it existed. She was sitting next to Bucky who had stretched out an arm over her shoulders, stroking her shoulder gently with his finger tips as he watched her carefully. This was genuine happiness painted across her features, she was happy to be home and safe with people she loved. Her train of thought was interrupted when she heard a truck in front of the house, her brow furrowing, “Are we expecting someone?” She asks, her eyes flickering between Steve and Peggy who shook their head.

Steve stood up to go look out the window with Y/N and Bucky behind him while Peggy started cleaning up the dishes. Y/N froze when she saw a tall, muscular blonde haired man get out of a large black truck, “Oh my god..” She said softly as a smile crept onto her lips. She pushed her brother out of the way from the front door, opening it and running down the porch steps and jumped into the man’s arms, “John! What are you doing here?” She asks when he put her back down.

Bucky watched Y/N get excited at the mystery man, feeling a tinge of jealousy at the smile that wasn’t towards him. That bit of jealousy went full blown when he saw Y/N in the man named ‘John’s’ arms, "Who the fuck is John?" He muttered over to Steve who shrugged before he stepped out with Steve, going to wrap his arm around Y/N’s waist as he gave the blonde man a look over, “Who’s this, doll?” He asks curiously, though his voice was stern and his lips were pressed into a grim line. His arm around Y/N’s waist pulled her closer against him in a protective fashion.

Y/N looked at Bucky then back to the man named John, “Steve, Bucky, this is John Walker. We were on deployment at the same time, he was one of the men in charge of protecting our base.” She said with a smile, “He was pretty much my best friend from what I remember.”

Bucky narrowed his eyes as he looked the man up and down again, muttering something under his breath like ‘well you did a good job protecting the base’ sarcastically but low enough nobody heard.

John smiled, placing his hands in the pockets of his jeans, “I heard you were back up and running around, had to come see for myself how you were. Heard you lost a lot of your memories but I’m glad you still remember me.” He said to her before turning his attention to Steve and Bucky, “Nice to meet you guys, heard a lot about both of you.”

That sentence drew more into Bucky’s curiosity. What did this blonde guy named John know about him? What had Y/N told him about the end of their relationship when she deployed? And why in the fuck did Y/N remember John Walker but not him? His jealousy was growing by the minute, wondering what John was to Y/N and vice versa. Bucky’s jealousy faded a little when he felt Y/N place a hand on his hand that rested around her waist, flashing a small smile down towards her before kissing her head.

Steve shook John’s hand and put on his best friendly smile, “Always nice to meet a friend of Y/N’s.” He said, “Appreciate you checking up on her.”

Y/N waited for her brother to stop talking before bringing the attention back to her, “If you came a little earlier I would’ve invited you in for dinner, John.” She said with a smile.

John looked at Y/N, a smile resting on his lips, “That’s alright. I just wanted to come and say hello and let you know if you need any help remembering things,” His eyes flickered to Bucky before returning to her, “I’m here for you. I should head back to the VA now though, got a meeting. I’ll see you later, Y/N.” He told her before smiling towards Steve and Bucky, “Nice to meet you two, I’m sure I’ll see you guys around.” He said before turning and getting back into his truck and driving away.

Bucky watched John drive away before he shifted himself to stand in front of Y/N, taking both her hands in his as Steve started to head back inside, “You didn’t tell me you remembered him?” He said, posing the comment as a question as he put a small smile on towards her.

Y/N shrugged, “Yeah, I didn’t remember until I saw him and it all came rushing back. This memory thing is so weird.” She sighs softly, “Some things come back in bits and pieces and other times it’s like being hit with a tidal wave of memories. He’s great though from what I remember, you’ll like him. We should all go get drinks sometime.”

“Oh, I don’t know, doll.” Bucky said, his smile growing as he leaned down to lay a gentle kiss on Y/N’s forehead, “I don’t know if I can manage to share your attention with anybody else.”

Y/N rolled her eyes a little bit at his comment, giggling softly, “C’mon, Bucky. It’s not like that, don’t get jealous. John’s just a friend and he may be able to fill in some gaps in my memory.” She reminded, knowing that he would know that was important to her.

Bucky sighs and nods reluctantly, “Alright, fine. We can get together for drinks one night.” He said with a smile down to her. He couldn’t say no to her, never could. Except before she left to serve as a trauma surgeon in the military. That was the one time he had tried to tell her no and that backfired pretty horribly, “I got a question for you, darlin.” He stated, “How did you figure out the girl I talked about was you?”

Y/N smiled, lifting her hands to rest on his cheeks as her thumbs brushed across his stubbled cheeks lightly, “Well, I am some sort of genius even without my memories." She teased, "You would always look at me when you talked about her like you were talking to her. You call me those cute pet-names quite a lot. And… well, we looked at each other a little too long to be ‘just friends’ like everybody kept telling me.” Y/N watched his facial features turn into a smile towards her, feeling him grip her waist between his large hands and pulling her closer, “I also just felt safe with you. Like the whole world melted away and it was just you and me and it was familiar feeling.” She finished before standing on her toes and planting a kiss to his lips.

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sweets ♡ jester lavorre x reader ♡ headcanons

Anon 💙(???): I'm alone on valentines day so can you maybe give me some headcanons of jester and a female reader on valentines day please? (romantic) Nothing nsfw though 💙

female reader, i have no idea is 💙 is a new anon or if it’s just a blue heart for jester. sorry.

not proff read, sorry the gifs don’t match the fics that much, it’s hard to find critical role gifs, (i have ocd and i just feel real panicky when i don’t put a gif because every other fic has one.)

- Honestly, you thought Jester was straight when you first met her.

- You also though her and Fjord was a thing, so you just admired her from afar.

- But five strong drinks one night and a lot of moping around, Fjord just had enough.

- Boy. This man was the biggest shipper of you and Jester so seeing you all sulky and Jester oblivious hurt him to watch.

- So, whilst you were drunk, he coerced you into confessing your feelings to a more sober Jester.

- ‘Jester you beautiful, talented, blue sunshine woman! I want to take you on a date because I love you!’

- You see, the thing is, Jester liked you back.

- Her face was so flustered and her smile was so big it ached.

- Of course you had ruined it by running to the toilet to puke.

-However, you were pleasantly surprised in the morning.

- You woke up to someone brushing the hair out of your face, their body laying close to yours.

- ‘Huh, what?’

- To turn around to she a smiling Jester looking at you with such loving eyes was a surprise.

- ‘Before you start, today we are going on a date!’

- Her hand still stoking face, she quickly leaned in and pecked you on the forehead.

- ‘Though you need to wash and brush your teeth, I don’t want my date smelling like ale.’

- Let’s just say she cuddled you for a good half an hour before she let you go to get dressed.

- And my word were you gay panicking when you were trying to figure out what to wear.

- Sitting in only a towel with a toothbrush hanging out of your mouth you realised that you only had three outfits to mix and match with.

- You spent too long in the bathroom contemplating that Jester had to come into hurry you up.

- ‘As much as you look good in just the towel, we do have a date to go on.’ She said looking you up and down playfully, ‘The town has this celebration going on today, some kind of love festival.’

- ‘I just need to find something to wear.’ You said trying to make sure you weren’t flashing the blue tiefling.

- ‘Well I think you look super good in that pirate shirt and the long skirt.’

- So, you wore the pirate shirt and the long skirt that you only wear on special occasions.

- ‘Looking good date.’ Jester giggled, latching onto your arm.

- Walking out of the inn you were staying in you were assaulted with bright pinks and reds.

- Lines of paper hearts and market stalls had been put up overnight, your bland shirt immediately being covered in pink and silver glitter.

- Jester tugged on your arm and pointed at the giant papier-mâché cupid like figure in the middle of the town square.

- ‘I heard that this town has the best sweets.’

- Her smile was so big and it was partly because she was with you.

- She still would of have had that smile, albeit a bit smaller, if it was just her exploring the love festival but Jester had liked you for quite some time so she was even more smiley (if that’s even possible.)

- An hour straight you both walked around the market, you buying her every sweet treat she ever wanted.

- (Good job you had a container to put the spare sweets in because you being automatically whipped bought her all the food she wanted and that was a lot of food.)

- As the day went on Jester leaned in further to you, her arm unhooked from yours, her hand tangling with yours instead.

- She has an iron grip.

- You did not get lost in the crowd for your hands were locked tightly around each other’s.

- Once you were in a less crowded area, she started swinging your connected hands back and forward, she was so happy.

- ‘Look, look!’ she shouted like an excited puppy.

- She dragged you to the towns square towards a fortune teller.

- Dragged into the tent, there wasn’t much room to move.

- Jester paid for the ‘love reading’, for you had brought a weeks’ worth of food.

- The tent was small so Jester sat on your knee, your arm sneaking around her middle so she didn’t fall off.

- Her hands went to your arm, not to pry it off, but to just touch you.

- YOU ARE A BLUSHING MESS.

- This woman was laying it on hard.

- Jester’s head leaned back as the mystic Meg type woman began her reading.

- ‘I see love. True love for the both of you.’

- The woman was clearly saying a scripted reading to all the lovers that came into her tent but Jester lapped up every single word.

- Walking out of the tent Jester hugged you burying her head into the crook of your neck.

- ‘You know that was scripted Jest.’

- ‘I know, I just hope it all come true.’

- Time for her to blush.

- ‘But I though I confessed my love for you last night when I was off my face drunk.’

- ‘Yes, you did but I didn’t say it back.’

- ‘You love me?

- ‘I love you.’

- MORE GAY PANIC.

- In your frozen state Jester kissed you again but this time on the lips.

- The kiss was short and sweet, the taste of sugar lingering on her lips.

- She hovered for just a moment, watching your eyes widen in such love.

- Jester tried to move away but you had leaned down to capture her lips into another kiss.

- This kiss was longer and more passionate (but not full on snogging), the locked up feeling of love flowing out.

- ‘Hey get a room!’ Fjord shouted in glee, the rest of the Nein staring on whooping in happiness at the new couple that was you and Jester.

- ‘WE WILL LATER!’ Jester screamed back, her hand re-tangling with yours as she stuck her tongue out at her half orc friend.

- Jester turned to you and said, ‘I saw a cool looking booth selling jewellery, I want to get you a locket.’

- And so your relationship began with lots of sweets and Jester buying you a heart shaped locket.

ahhhh, sorry if there’s a D&D equivalent of valentine's day, i really need to find some people to play it with, you know get back into it.

#critical role #critical role x reader #jester lavorre #jester lavorre x reader #the mighty nein #the mighty nein x reader #fjord

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