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roarriita · 1 year

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roommates - ellie williams (1)

femreader!xelliewilliams!

// summary: the day after you officially moved into your new college dorm, you decide to take a look around the school, getting familiar to the clubs they have to offer as well as the libraries, classes and cafeteria. around 2pm, you come back to your dorm in hopes of taking a shower and sitting in quiet solitude, but your plans are disrupted by your new roommate moving in… ellie williams. //

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your feet tiredly walked up the steps to your dormitory building. you've been up since 9 in the morning, exploring your new campus and all its unique clubs and afterschool activities it has to offer. before today, you never knew a club dedicated to saving oysters lives existed. although, the members of said club were able to make you feel bad for killing the little defenseless creatures, you can't deny how good they taste when seasoned correctly. you crossed the clubs name off your list as you got on the elevator.

"(y/n) (y/l/n)" the girl beside you, asked as the elevator began to move. you turned to her; eyebrows drawn in.

"uh, yeah?" you awkwardly answered. "and you are?"

the brunette smiled as she held her hand out. "dina woodward. i'm a resident assistant for your dormitories."

the worried look on your face quickly washed away as you shook her hand. "oh, hi. it's nice to meet you. i met one of you yesterday, when i moved in. i think her name was carlie?"

"yeah, she's head r.a." dina said. "she was the one who actually sent me to help get your new roommate adjusted."

"my roommate? my roommate's here?" you felt your anxiety come back as quickly as it left.

"yeah, she got here a few hours ago but i think her dad and sister just left." she answered. well, that's at least two less people you won't have to worry about meeting right now. as the elevator came to dina's stop, you thanked her for the heads up. "no problem and if you need anything or have any questions, call me! my phone numbers posted on the wall."

"will do." you smiled. once the doors shut, your easy-going expression fell as your worried one came back. you knew your roommate was coming today but just hoped it'd be later, when you had the chance to take a shower and put on a pair of clean clothes. you took a quick sniff of your armpit and cringed when you realized how stupid you must've looked doing that.

once the elevator came to a stop on your floor, you readied yourself to see who you’d be spending the rest of the school year with. once the doors to the elevator opened, the sounds of enthused students and loud music overtook the whole floor. you immediately took note on all the new arrivals as you walked down the narrow hall. the sounds of excited girls finding out they were roommates made you more anxious. what if your new roommate hated you? what would you do if she took one look at you and called dina to get reassigned to a different dorm? that would possibly be the most painful and embarrassing thing to ever happened to you.

you tried shushing the thoughts crowding your mind as you inched closer to your room. you could've sworn the distance from the elevator to your dorm wasn't as long yesterday as it was today. you flinched as you walked past a room with a group of guys cheering, no... more like growling at their tv. by the sounds of it they were watching a game. you almost regretted filling out the 'both' bubble on your dormitory application when asked your preferences for co-ed or single-sex dormitories.

you sighed as you finally got to your dorm. feeling like you were about to puke, you reached for the doorknob and carefully pushed it open. your stomach turned as you stepped inside. there the girl stood, in front of the side of her bed, putting her belongings on her shelf. her auburn hair glistened perfectly in the sunlight as freckles danced around her nose and cheeks. when the two of you made eye contact, her unbothered demeanor was replaced with a nervous one. "hey." she said, softly.

"hi." you responded, feeling overtaken by her presence. her eyes were a beautiful green and though you've seen a hundred other people, in your 18 years of breathing with those same-colored eyes, you couldn’t help but acknowledge the air that dared to escape your lungs at the sight of hers.

"i'm ellie." she mustered out.

"(y/n)" you almost murmured but coughed when you realized how low you were speaking. the cough seemed to have pulled you both out of whatever trance you were in as you turned around to shut the door. "god, it's so loud out there. i'm really hoping it won't be like this for the rest of the year." you said as you walked over to your dresser.

ellie stared at the wall in front of her, questioning what the hell just happened. she can't recall a single moment in her life in which, she could feel her heart pounding against every corners of her chest, begging to be let out from its small confinement. ellie tried blinking away her anxious thoughts before responding. "it probably will. i'm guessing people are just excited to finally be on their own."

you rummaged through your dresser, trying to find a towel and some clean clothes. "are you excited... to finally be on your own?"

ellie let out a nervous laugh. "i think? honestly, i'm not sure. ask me again in a couple of days." you chuckled as you took a glance at the back of her head. "how about you? are you excited?"

"let's just both ask each other again in a couple of days." you dodged her question.

ellie chuckled. "alright."

once you were done picking out your towel and belongings, you got back up on your feet and walked towards the 'jack and jill' bathroom. "i'm going to take a shower. do you need to-"

ellie immediately cut you off. "no, i'm okay for now, thanks though."

you gave her a quick smile before heading inside and locking both doors. once you were in the shower, you let your shoulders fall back as the warm water paddled against your scalp and skin. "fuck." you muttered once you realized how long you had been holding your breath in since walking in the room.

"fuck." ellie also cursed under her breath as she came upon the same realization.

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part two, here

// authors note: i really wanted to write an ellie au story since there's not enough out there!! i hope you guys are having an amazing day and if not, i am sending wishes to you for that to change immediately! //

#ellie williams #tlou #tlou2 #dinatlou #ellie williams au #ellie miller #wlw #tlou au #ellie williams fanfic #fluff #maybe smut #college ellie!#tlou fanfiction

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sundeathh · 3 months

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Thanks to the Elevator

Part 5

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Pairing: Aizawa × Fem!Reader

Fandom: BNHA | MHA | Word count: 3,2k

Categories: Workplace romance, enemies to lovers, tsundere, angst & fluffy.

CW: None worth mentioning. This chapter is SFW.

The next morning, you were awake before the alarm clock went off, your eyes fluttering open to gaze lazily around your bedroom.

You smiled at the sight that greeted your eyes: Shouta sleeping peacefully next to you, his head resting inches away from your shoulder, one of his legs draped across yours.

Carefully, you shifted your way out of bed, making sure not to wake him up in the process. You grabbed some clean clothes from your closet and headed toward the bathroom to start the day.

After a quick shower, you cleaned up the mess from the night before. A few moments later, you walked over to the bed, gently shaking the man awake. "Hey," you whispered as he opened his eyes. "Time to get up."

A sleepy rub to his eyes accompanied his sigh as he finally met your gaze. "Good morning. For how long did I sleep?" He muttered.

"Morning." You greeted, glancing at the clock to formulate an answer. "I think it should be about five hours."

He sat up slowly, yawning as he stretched his arms above his head. "Five hours? That's a record." He observed, rubbing his eyes again.

"I'll go make breakfast, okay? Make yourself presentable. You can use the shower if you want, I left a clean towel hanging by the door. We still have time to get to work on time." You assured him, pointing to the bathroom door.

"Mmkay, thank you." He agreed, swinging his feet over the edge of the bed and standing up as you turned on your heels and headed toward the kitchen.

The soothing symphony of pouring water harmonized with the gentle click of scrambled eggs on the pan as you cooked, the constant buzzing of the coffee machine catching your attention as well.

A subtle, affectionate smile curled at the edges of your lips. It wasn't every day that you had to cook for someone besides yourself.

The rhythm of footsteps interrupted your contemplation about how you should start the conversation. Turning your head to glance at the source of the sound, you observed Shouta timidly taking a seat at the dining table.

"Hey. How's my guest doing?" You asked, noticing he wore yesterday's clothes, the first buttons of his shirt undone. He looked tired, yet adorable.

"I'm good. Sleepy." He said, looking at you from under his bangs. "Thanks."

"Don't mention it. Didn't you get enough sleep?" You asked, pouring two cups of coffee before bringing it to the table, repeating the path to bring the plates of eggs and toast.

"I never do. But I slept better than usual." He confessed, sipping at the hot liquid. "Thanks for the breakfast."

"No problem." You smiled, having a seat next to his. "So, what's on the agenda for today?"

"I have a class to teach and some paperwork to do... But, as soon as we finish that, I'll probably just sit in my office after class and read something." He shrugged.

A tranquil silence settled, punctuated only by the quiet clinks of utensils and the distant hum of morning traffic outside, allowing the last delightful bites of breakfast to be savored. Curious, your cat came out of its hiding and walked towards you, meowing to get your attention.

"Oh! Here you are!" You smiled as you picked it up, scratching behind its ear and setting the fluffy animal down on your lap. The cat purred.

Shouta glanced at you as you focused on the cat in front of you, absentmindedly petting its fur. You met his gaze, and Aizawa averted your eyes.

You gave the cat a few more pats, enjoying the feeling of its soft fur between your fingers.

After enough spoiling, you put the cat back down, turning your attention back to Shouta, who was staring at you with a faint blush on his cheeks.

"What is it?" You asked softly, smiling warmly at him.

His blush intensified. "I just thought of something." He admitted, his eyes shifting down to look at his dish.

You raised your eyebrows amusedly as he looked back up at you. "What is it? Tell me, I'm curious now." You urged.

"Well... I've always liked cats." He said slowly. You could hear the uncertainty in his voice, and that made you chuckle.

"Well, cats are adorable." You reassured him as you stood up, picking up your cat and holding it carefully close to him. "See?"

Shouta stared at your cat for a few seconds, his expression unreadable. Then, he reached out and stroked its chin gently with his index finger.

The cat leaned into the touch, rubbing its head against his hand. Suddenly, you couldn't contain your laughter.

The man lifted his head, blinking in confusion. As he met your gaze, he joined in, huffing, the sound mixing with a chuckle.

"You're such a dork." You smiled, calming your laughter.

"Yeah..." he mumbled, "I guess so." He added, smiling down at the cat.

For a moment you only stared at each other before you spoke up again. "We should get going." You stated, glancing at the clock on the kitchen's wall. "We still have to go to our jobs." You explained.

"Sure." Shouta nodded, standing up from the table. He helped you clean up the dishes, leaving before you so he'd get the chance to stop by his house and change.

When you arrived at work, you walked over to your office, dropping your bag on the desk before plopping down in your chair.

You groaned as you pushed the thick stack of papers in front of you to the side, deciding to deal with them later.

Instead, you leaned back in your chair, closing your eyes. The muffled sounds of chatting in the hallway created a soothing background to your mind.

A few minutes later, however, your phone vibrated on your desk, startling you from your dazed state. You glanced at the screen, noticing a text notification.

'Would you like to meet at the cafe near campus tomorrow afternoon?'

A small, content smile graced your lips as you tapped out your reply.

'Sure. See you then.' After sending your reply, you placed your phone back on your desk, turning your attention towards the stack of papers.

It didn't feel like it took you long to fill out the pile. But when you were done, it was past lunchtime. You pushed your chair back and stood up, stretching your arms and popping your back before walking out of your office.

Just as you left the room, you ran into Mic, who was walking toward the teachers' room. "Oh! Hey there, Hiz! What's up?"

"Hello, buddy! Just passing by. Where are you off to? I haven't chatted with you in a while." He commented with his excited tone of voice, placing his hands on his hips.

"Oh, you know, work stuff. Nothing special, just paperwork." You brushed it off.

Hizashi nodded. "Alright, then. See ya later, sweetie! I'm in a hurry now." He excused himself, and you smiled at him reassuringly. He waved at you as he walked away, and you resumed your way to the break room.

When you stepped in, you immediately spotted Shouta, who was sitting in a chair, his laptop open on the table in front of him. He seemed to be immersed in whatever he was working on.

You approached the table, your thoughts dancing with a mix of curiosity and the remnants of morning warmth as you took a seat across from him. He glanced up at you. "Hey," he greeted, offering a nod in your direction.

"Hi." You replied, returning his nod with a smile before glancing down at his laptop. "Working on something interesting?"

He shook his head with a hint of a smirk. “Just plotting a lesson. And you, any adventures in paperwork?”

"Just finished it." You answered, and footsteps approaching the table echoed low in the room as the both of you turned to see Nemuri, who was embodying her provocative mood all over her demeanor.

She glanced between you and Shouta, her curiosity turning into a questioning eyebrow. "Hello, guys. Glad to see you getting along. How's it going?" She asked.

"Yeah. Everything's fine." Shouta told her with a quiet tone. He gave you a brief look, which you returned with one of your own.

"That's good to hear." Midnight smiled. "By the way, I was wondering where you disappeared to last night, but since I saw you here earlier, I assumed you had gotten home okay." She said, looking between the two of you.

You exchanged a glance with Shouta, silently agreeing to evade direct eye contact with her probing gaze. You knew that she would try to interrogate you if given the chance.

Then, she let out a sigh and shook her head, noticing your avoidance. "Fine, I'm not gonna pry anymore." She mumbled. "But know that if I find out something weird is going on between you two-"

"-then you can tell the others." You cut her off.

"Okay, alright." Nemuri rolled her eyes. "You know me too well. Just call me when you have time off. We need to catch up." She said, looking at you.

"Of course. I will." You nodded, gracing her with a smile.

Midnight's presence loomed for a moment longer before she seemed to relent. "Well, just remember, I'm always here if you need advice or someone to spill your secrets to," she said with a playful wink before sauntering away.

As she left, you let out a subtle sigh of relief, exchanging a glance with Shouta, both of you sharing a silent moment of gratitude for her understanding.

Once she was out of earshot, you turned back to Shouta, a subtle smirk playing on your lips. "See? Easy peasy. We just need to be careful."

He nodded in agreement, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Anyway, we probably shouldn't act so close in our workplace. We weren't like this, people will notice."

You nodded slowly, understanding what he meant. "Well, if it helps..." You shrugged nonchalantly. "If anyone asks, we'll just deny it."

Shouta chuckled lightly. "That doesn't exactly help the situation."

"They won't ask us anything like that." You argued. "Besides, we're not doing anything wrong."

He narrowed his eyes, a hint of suspicion plastered on them. "Are you considering what I said?" He asked.

You smirked. "Of course I am."

He sighed once more. “Okay. But please, let’s make sure not to draw any unnecessary attention."

"I promise." You swore. "But seriously, if anyone asks, we can just say that we understood each other when we got stuck in the elevator, which is still true." You reminded him.

He smiled. "True." He agreed, before standing up from his seat. "Now, I better get going. There's some important stuff I still have to check up on before the weekend arrives." He informed you.

"Okay." You smiled. "See you soon." You waved him goodbye, watching as he turned and headed toward the door.

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As the seasons changed, so did the dynamic between Shouta and you. The once-muted glances that spoke volumes evolved into shared looks, brimming with a silent understanding that only the two of you comprehended. The air around you buzzed with unspoken words, and the interactions, once bound by professional constraints, now flowed with a natural ease.

One chilly evening, after facing down a particularly formidable villain, Aizawa found himself seeking refuge in a cozy little café with you. The warmth of the place mirrored the growing comfort in your friendship. The clinking of mugs and the gentle hum of conversation created a backdrop for your shared connection.

Seated across from each other, you couldn't help but reflect on the journey that brought you here. Shouta, usually stoic and reserved, would genuinely smile at your stories. The way your eyes sparkled with passion as you described the success of a challenging patient or the mischievous grin that accompanied tales of your exploits in life made him appreciate the person beyond the coworker. He realized that amidst the chaos of his profession, you slowly had become a source of solace.

Similarly, you discovered a side of Shouta that few were privileged to see. The subtle twinkle in his eyes when recalling a successful mission or the rare, genuine chuckle that escaped him during a particularly amusing story revealed a warmth beneath the stern exterior. Your conversations flowed effortlessly, free from the formalities that once constrained them.

The café, with its warm ambiance and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee, became a witness to the blossoming connection between two unlikely friends.

This unexpected turn of events with Shouta brought a pleasant surprise into your life. The initial awkwardness gave way to a genuine connection, and despite his demanding schedule, the moments you managed to meet were always enjoyable.

As your relationship deepened, Shouta started spending nights at your place, preparing for his early departure to work with you. While you occasionally visited his home, the convenience of your proximity to the U.A. made your place the go-to.

Besides, Shouta's unexpected affection for your cat brought a delightful and endearing element to your shared experiences. His interactions with the feline added a touch of warmth and charm to your time together, showcasing a side of him that others rarely got to see.

During breaks from work, you both made it a ritual to visit the quaint cafe near campus. These moments became a cherished escape from the demands of your daily routines, offering a space for shared interests and the simple pleasure of each other's company.

Whether it was discussing mutual hobbies, sharing stories, or simply enjoying a quiet cup of coffee, these breaks became a haven of relaxation amid your busy lives.

At work, quiet collaboration became a norm during breaks, and observant colleagues noticed the absence of once-typical disagreements.

The unspoken understanding between you and Shouta added a new layer to your professional relationship, subtly altering the dynamics in the eyes of those closest to you.

In one of those breaks at the cafe, you found yourself sitting with Shouta during lunch hour, enjoying the calm atmosphere. The fragrant aroma of coffee wafted through the air as you exchanged stories and light conversation.

As you immerse yourselves in the moment, Hizashi, with his vibrant personality, strolled into the cafe. Spotting the two of you, he couldn't resist joining your table, his friendly grin stretching from ear to ear.

"Well, well! Look at this cozy little gathering. Mind if I join?" Hizashi chimed in, pulling a chair from a nearby table.

Smiling, you motioned for him to sit. "Of course not, Hizashi. Have a seat."

Hizashi sat down, immediately diving into the conversation. "So, what's the hot topic today, lovebirds?" He teased, winking playfully.

Shouta remained neutral, though he felt like rolling his eyes. "Just catching up. Nothing exciting."

Hizashi raised an eyebrow, his playful expression turning more observant. "You guys seem to be getting along pretty well lately. It's like there's a new vibe in the air when you're around each other."

Shouta glanced at you, a subtle nod confirming Hizashi's observation. Hizashi leaned back in his chair, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Ah, I see. The winds of change are blowing, huh? Are we witnessing the birth of something more than friendship?" Hizashi teased.

Shouta sighed, giving Hizashi a deadpan look. "It's not that dramatic, Hizashi. We're just... getting to know each other better."

Hizashi leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand. "Getting to know each other better? That's how it starts! Next thing you know, love is in the air, and boom! Cupid's got you both in his sights."

You couldn't help but chuckle at Hizashi's theatrics, appreciating the lightheartedness he effortlessly brought into the conversation. Despite your mutual efforts to avoid attention, Hizashi's teasing had grown significantly, and dismissing it wasn't working anymore.

Shouta, on the other hand, sat there with an expression that seemed to be a mix of mild amusement and contemplation, as if he was silently considering the most effective ways to escape the whims of his overly enthusiastic friend.

Yamada, true to his nature, continued the banter, playfully pushing Shouta's buttons about the newfound friendship between you two.

His animated gestures and exaggerated expressions made the shop feel like a stage for his spontaneous performance. Despite the teasing, there was an underlying sincerity in Hizashi's eyes, and it was evident that he was genuinely happy.

"Come on, Shouta! You can't fool me with that 'nothing major' nonsense. I've seen the way you look at her. It's like someone cast a love spell on you!" Hizashi exclaimed, his arms flailing dramatically for emphasis.

Shouta merely grunted in response, his usual stoicism momentarily giving way to a small, almost imperceptible smile. He shot back, "Love spell? You've been spending too much time with Midnight."

Hizashi gasped dramatically, placing a hand over his heart. "Shouta, my dear friend, love is a beautiful and magical thing. You should embrace it!"

A breath of laughter escaped your lips at the playful banter, thoroughly entertained by the friendly dynamic between the two teachers. Despite Shouta's reserved nature and Hizashi's flamboyant personality, the two complemented each other, creating a balance that could turn any place into an unexpectedly lively one.

The banter finally subsided, and Hizashi gave Shouta a final, encouraging pat on the back. "Alright, alright. I'll spare you from my love advice for now, but remember, I'm just a shout away if you need some guidance in matters of the heart!"

Shouta rolled his eyes but offered a small, appreciative nod. The air seemed to carry a hint of unspoken support, lingering like an echo in an empty room.

After the cafe rendezvous, the three of you walked back towards U.A., engaged in a light conversation about your day. However, Hizashi, being the perceptive friend that he was, noticed a certain tension in Aizawa's demeanor.

Later that day, Hizashi found a moment when he and Shouta were alone in the teachers' room. He grinned, a mischievous spark in his eyes.

"Alright, Shouta, spill it. What's going on between you and [Y/n]?" Hizashi asked with a playful yet probing tone.

Shouta, who was engrossed in some paperwork, glanced up at Hizashi. "What are you talking about, Hizashi? Nothing is going on."

Hizashi raised an eyebrow, leaning against Shouta's desk. "Please, I've known you for ages. There's something different. Spill the beans, my friend."

Shouta sighed, realizing that Hizashi wasn't going to drop the subject easily. "It's just... we've been spending more time together, that's all. Nothing major."

Hizashi nudged him with his elbow, a knowing smile on his face. "Come on, Shouta. You're not fooling anyone. There's a spark there. I can practically see it."

Shouta scratched his head, a hint of discomfort in his expression. "It's not that simple. We're just friends, getting to know each other better. That's it."

Hizashi sighed dramatically, feigning disappointment. "Shouta, my man, you've got to learn to embrace these things. Life's too short to keep everything bottled up. If you like spending time with [Y/n], just go with it. Who knows where it might lead?"

Shouta grunted in response, clearly not entirely convinced. Hizashi, however, was determined to be the voice of reason.

"Look, Shouta, I've seen you buried in work and responsibilities for as long as I can remember. You deserve a bit of happiness too. If [Y/n] is bringing that into your life, don't push it away. Talk to her. Figure it out. It's about time you let yourself enjoy something good," Hizashi advised with a sincere undertone beneath his usual exuberance.

The black-haired man sighed again, nodding in reluctant acknowledgment. The blonde patted him on the back, offering a supportive grin. "Just think about it, alright? And remember, I'm here to offer advice whenever you need it," Hizashi teased, earning another appreciative nod from Shouta.

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pensat-i-fet · 11 months

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Making memories together (Leon Goretzka x Reader)

**Got this little request and took it as an opportunity to test writing about topics I’m not neccessarily as comfortable with. I hope you enjoy the result. I think it’s pretty cute 🥰**

Word count: 1052

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“Is she sleeping?”, Leon nodded when he got inside the room but you couldn’t help but notice he seemed worried. “You ok?”

“Not really”, he said, sitting down next to you. “I found out today that our match has been moved to another day”.

“Why is that an issue?”

“It’s now on Sunday”.

You frowned wondering why that was an issue until you realised what Leon meant. Sunday was your little baby’s first birthday.

“Honey, it’s okay. We can move the party to another day”.

“But her birthday is on Sunday, not another day”.

“Yes, and she’s also turning one. That party is for us and our friends, not so much for her. She’ll be sleeping most of the time and won’t remember it”.

You tried to laugh and joke about it but weren’t getting the reaction you hoped from your partner.

A little cry saved you from dealing with this for now since it was now your turn to go see what happened to little Sophia.

When you got to her room, she was still sleeping. Probably just had a dream that made her cry for a couple of seconds. Looking at her, you couldn’t believe she would be turning one in just a couple of days. It seemed like it was only yesterday when you were coming back home from the hospital with her in your arms, looking so small and fragile.

Kissing her head softly enough so as to not disturb her, you went back to your room and found Leon staring at the ceiling.

“Hey, stop feeling guilty, ok?”

“How? I’m always missing big moments because of my job. It’s really annoying”.

You put your head on his chest, cuddling to his side to give him some comfort. “That happens to a lot of people. But your job just makes that a bit worse. It also means your daughter will have everything she could ever ask for so you know, there are positives and negatives”.

“I just don’t want her to grow up feeling like I’m never there for her. Money can’t buy those special memories for her”.

“She won’t. We’ll do everything possible so she doesn’t, ok?”

He nodded, still not looking so sure. And you were now thinking about how you could show him you meant your words.

“Come in, they should be home already”, you told your mum, who was going to stay with you on Saturday night to get everything ready for Sophia’s birthday. “Where are my favourite people?”

“Living room!”

When you got there, you found Leon on the floor with Sophia crawling around him and hitting him with a toy.

“Having a good time?”, you laughed.

“The best”.

You sat down next to them, trying to kiss your little daughter but she was too busy crawling. So you kissed her father instead.

“I have to leave in half an hour”.

“We’ll Facetime you tomorrow after the match, ok? So you can wish Soph a happy birthday at the time she was born. You’d be done playing then”.

“I’ll be waiting for the call”.

Before leaving, Leon showered you and little Sophia with kisses. And you couldn’t help but smile knowingly. You couldn’t wait for tomorrow.

When you woke up on Sunday, you ran to see your baby and sang happy birthday to her. It really was silly to make such a fuzz…she just wanted to eat. But you still gave her a new toy, not being able to wait for the party to give her some of the gifts.

“Go get ready, honey. I’ll get her dressed”, told you your mum.

“You sure?”

“Yes, that way we can leave as soon as possible. Go now. I have this under control”.

A quick shower later, you put on your Bayern shirt and got all the baby stuff you could need, and then some, before heading to where your mum was taking photos of her granddaughter.

“You two done taking selfies?”

“Yes”, she laughed, “let’s go surprise your daddy, Sophia”.

The match was going to start at 5 pm, which meant it would be definitely finished by 8 pm, the time when Sophia was born one year ago. You always joked saying she had waited until that time because that was her dad’s number. It really felt like a very special coincidence.

“He’s really trying to get that goal, huh?”

You laughed at your mum’s comment because she was so right. Leon was desperate to score so he could dedicate it to his daughter. And that melted your heart. So when he finally scored, you screamed so loud that a lot of people around you turned to look at you.

Leon ran to the camera to do a little celebration for Sophia, not knowing his daughter was closer to him than he expected.

When the match ended, your mum, Sophia and you made your way to the dressing room area. The team knew about you being there so you didn’t need to worry about how to get there.

After the interviews and the shower, Leon was sitting down with his phone in his hand, waiting for you to call him.

“Bro, go outside for a second”, said one of his teammates.

“I can’t, I’m waiting to Facetime with my daughter”.

“I know, just go outside. Trust me”.

He got up and left the dressing room, curious but also worried he’d miss the call somehow. But when he was outside, he realised he didn’t need to worry about his phone anymore.

“What are you doing here?”

“Sophia didn’t want to miss seeing her daddy score on her birthday”.

Leon finally remembered how to walk and moved towards you, giving you a quick kiss and taking Sophia in his arms. He always felt so much pride and love seeing her wear her little Bayern kit with “Papa” on the back.

“Happy birthday, my love. I’m so happy I can be with you today”.

“And at the right time”, you said to him, showing him your phone. It was 8 pm.

“Thank you for making this possible. It means the world to me”.

“I know”, you said, putting your arms around his waist. “You might miss some moments of Sophia’s life and I’ll miss others. But we’ll make enough memories together for her. Don’t worry about that”.

#leon goretzka #leon goretzka imagine #leon goretzka one shot #leon goretzka fluff #footballer imagine #footballer one shot #footballer fluff

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mooodyblue · 1 year

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blue hour | 70s!elvis x afab!reader

summary: you get the opportunity of a lifetime to write an article on elvis for his first MSG appearance, but there's just something about that blue suit .

WC: 3.4k

warnings: NSFW, MINORS DNI one tiny mention of the colonel, smut, smut and more smut, oral(m.receiving), protected sex(because i finally remembered to write it in this time!), riding, idk im missing tags

notes: based on this, this is my favorite look on elvis like. Ever. he looks so good yall. i'm having like the worst week so i wrote this to cope lol also i know he had two shows that day but for my own purposes he only had a night show. may contain inaccuracies or mistakes as always. enjoy!

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although you loved working at your little newspaper job, it'd been a rough last few weeks. your boss only allowing you to write the most boring articles you'd ever written. local woman celebrates her 100th birthday, it rained yesterday, the price of milk went up by one cent, it wasn't enough. you needed more, a challenge. so when the awful, loud coworker that you hated oh so much got the piece for elvis presley's upcoming show at madison square garden, allowing her to attend the press conference, you were about 5 seconds away from quitting.

"oh, they're definitely fucking." another coworker whispered to you, leaning on your cubicle. you scoffed. "no way, i just think she's good at kissing his ass." you turned your head to the side, watching as she let out a squeal as she hugged your boss tightly. "yeah, if sucking dick counts as kissing ass. you deserved that piece." they said to you, walking away after giving you a slight pat on the back. it was true though, you deserved to write about it. that should have been you screaming and thanking your boss. you put in more effort into your work than she did, it wasn't fair. apparently your other coworkers thought the same, inviting you out to drinks after work. you raised your glass, "here's to hoping somethin' very very bad happens to her-" you slurred. "-so the article goes to me!" everyone laughed and raised their glasses along with you. obviously you didn't want her dead or anything that crazy, just something enough to let your boss hand it over to you.

it was almost as if the gods above you heard your prayers. you had the day of the press conference off and had slept in a few hours later than usual. the phone rang, waking you up from your deep sleep. you answered groggily to your boss who asked if you'd be able to attend in your coworkers place as she'd gotten the flu and could no longer go. you couldn't turn the offer down, it was a dream come true. not only would you be seeing elvis up close and in real life but this piece could have people taking you more seriously. now all you had to do was come up with questions to ask him. this was supposed to be his first large show in new york and you had the honor of being there, you needed to have good questions but you also needed to look good.

after a shower and rushing the office to get your press pass, you finally made it to the hotel for the conference. you'd never been so nervous for anything in your life, you were practically shaking when you showed your pass to get in. there were people everywhere, cameras everywhere all over the floor. you still managed to get a spot near the front, right in front of the table where elvis would be seated. you pulled out your recorder and notepad from your bag. it was such a surreal moment for you. it got more real once his father was brought out , followed by vernon waving and taking a quick seat right as the same man who introduced him announced "mr.presley brought a friend with him!". the room filled with claps and cheers as elvis walked out, smiling and standing proud next to his father, hands on his hips and nodding towards everyone. he looked incredible, wearing the prettiest shade of blue you'd ever seen that goes well with his tan, the undershirt was gorgeous. a white and blue floral-dotted pattern with the collar up. not to mention the dark blue cape supported by his collar.

"first of all, i plead innocent of all charges!" he joked as he took a seat.

him and vernon took a second to adjust their seating. "we love you elvis!" a woman yelled from the back. "thank you dear, love you too. thank you" he said loud and proud, leaving you melting. elvis was so lovely, always cracking jokes and making everyone laugh but always giving everyone a real answer. you hadn't spoken up though, the nerves were getting to you, still starstruck by the fact elvis was right in front of you. you just couldn't get over how handsome he looked, that shade of blue against his tan skin was doing something to you. if you had been sitting down, you'd definitely have to cross your legs or keep your thighs tightly squeezed together. you made the mistake of wearing a skirt as well, everyone else was dressed casually while you were dressed like it was another day at the office. the way he stood up to unbutton his blazer and show off his gold belt definitely made those feelings of yours a lot worse.

a little later into the conference, elvis finally took a glance at you, giving you a soft smile. "you hadn't said a word this whole time, cat got your tongue?" you turned slightly red as his words, truth is, you didn't really know what to ask him. "a-ah-mr.presley, you'll have to excuse me.." you stuttered. "elvis." he corrected. "-elvis, i'm just a little starstruck that's all." he let out a small laugh. "um-so-how are you enjoying new york? has anything caught your eye? you must be very excited to play tonight."

elvis moved his eyes up and down on you, grinning. "oh, something has caught my eye, alright." your mouth dropped, leaving you speechless. "i've been enjoyin' new york, real excited for tonight. it's gonna be a good show."

there were a few more questions, a couple towards vernon along with a few photos being taken. the colonel finally came out, saying they had to wrap it up. you almost felt sad, only keeping your eyes glued to elvis and the suit he was in till he left the room. as you got up, you were quickly approached by someone on his team asking for you to stay behind. your nerves getting the best of you once again, were you in trouble? everyone cleared out, taking their cameras and such out of the room as you stayed behind, taking a seat on the edge of the stage.

"hey darlin', sorry to keep you waiting." if you had turned your head any faster, you could have easily broken your neck. there he was, the most beautiful man to ever walk on this earth, walking towards you with that famous lip curling grin on his face.

you got on your feet, pushing your skirt back down to an appropriate level. "oh my-mr.presley! it's an honor to meet you!" you held your hand out for him to shake, to which he took and placed his lips on the back of your hand. "thought i told you to call me elvis, hon."

"right! sorry, mr-ah-elvis." you replied awkwardly. "what can i do you for?" you asked, trying to not look down at the rest of him. you couldn't help but stare.

"i'm supposed to go back and rehearse for tonight, but i think there's somethin' better i'd like to do instead." he moved his face closer to yours, the smell of his cologne and aftershave filling the inside of your nose.

"and what would that be?"

"why don't you come with me and find out?" he said under his breath. he took your hand and scurried you to his room, trying to avoid more of the press and his manager.

clicking the lock behind him, he began to shimmy off his blazer before you stopped him. "can you leave that on? just for a minute?" he raised an eyebrow at you, pulling you closer to him. "you like the suit mama? saw you eyein' me down in there" he had you pressed against him with his arms around your waist.

"thought you looked so pretty up there," you ran your hand over the soft fabric of his bright blue blazer, adjusting his collar slightly. "matches your eyes."

a shiver went down his spine as you touched him, aching for you more and more. "well, aren't you sweet?" he chuckled, placing a hand on your cheek.

"here's what's gonna happen baby, you're gonna suck me off then you're come to my show tonight and let me fuck you afterwards, sound good?" he explained, your own arousal was growing more and more as you felt him against you.

"yessir." he pulled away from you, chucking the gold plated belt that he had shown off earlier onto the bed then untucking his shirt from his pants. you kneeled down, the rough carpet hard on your knees. you'd definitely be feeling that later. you ran your hand over the swell on his pants and scanned his eyes for permission as you reached for the zipper. "go on, baby."

you unzipped the bright blue pants and carefully dragged them down to his thighs, being met with with his leaking, hard cock. you almost wanted to comment on his choice of wearing no underwear, but the clock was ticking. you took him in your hand, pumping him a few times before licking along the angry, protruding vein on the underside of his cock. you slowly took him in to give your throat time to adjust. taking him all in, he let out a soft groan and placed a hand in your hair.

he watched as you took him in and out of your mouth, fingernails digging into his thighs. "gonna let me fuck that mouth of yours?"

you moaned in response, his cock twitching at the vibration from your noises. he moved his hand to the back of your head, gripping at your hair as he fully thrusted himself in you. you were pretty much swallowing him whole, gagging slightly causing tears to fall from the corners of your eyes. "you should look at yourself hon, lookin' so fucked out. goddamn, you're gorgeous."

your throat relaxed around him, glassy eyes locking into his lust-filled ones as he began to thrust in and out of your mouth slowly. "yea baby, just like that." he gasped, throwing his head back as his movements went faster.

"not gonna last--where do you want me?" he shakily asked.

you gave his thighs a squeeze, groaning around him as permission to cum down your throat. the last thing you wanted was for him to ruin and make a mess of that pretty blue suit of his. your noises sent him shooting right down your throat, the taste both salty and sweet, swallowing all of it right up and not missing a single drop.

he panted heavily as you slowly removed him from your mouth, licking his tip one last time before carefully pulling his pants up and shoving him back in. "wouldn't want to make a mess, would we?" you said hoarsely, zipping him back up.

he helped you stand back up, gently fixing your skirt for you. "oh, i'm gonna have some fun with you tonight." he teased. "hate to leave you like this but the colonel's gonna be knockin' on my door any minute." he brought his face close to yours, pulling you in again with a arm around your waist. "wanna see you front row, wait after the show and someone will bring you backstage." he said softly. "gonna treat you real good." he placed a gentle kiss on your lips, tasting himself on you. "leave five minutes after i leave, got it?"

"yes, mr.presley." you nodded, purposely not calling him elvis just to rile him up. he pulled away, growling slightly. "thought i told you to call me by my name, but i guess you don't wanna listen." he shook his head and opened the door. "brace yourself, little one. watch yourself." elvis warned before leaving and exiting his room, letting the door slam behind him.

you were front and center for his show that night, just as promised. it was hard going home and resisting the urge to touch yourself, to give yourself some sweet relief after the events from earlier. even during the show, you were practically dripping. it wouldn't be a surprise if you'd left the seat a mess. you had to remind yourself that you needed to pay attention to not just how elvis looked that night, but how his performance was. after all, you had an article to write and unfortunately, you can't exactly have 'i gave elvis head and he fucked me later after his concert!' as the headline, although it'd definitely be eye catching. doesn't really roll off the tongue though.

just as elvis said, someone came for you not long after the show, bringing you to elvis's dressing room where he was sitting on the couch in his white jumpsuit with gold stones decorated around it, zipped down past his chest. you muttered a quick thank you as the man shut the door behind you. "lock the door." he said straight away.

"no hello?" you scoffed, doing as he said then standing awkwardly.

"pft. sorry darlin' c'mere, take a seat next to me." he pat the empty side of the couch for you to sit, giving you a soft smile as you took a seat next to him. "enjoy the show?"

"oh, of course. you were amazing!" you replied quickly. "you really do know how to put on a show, mr.presley."

he tsk'ed at you, shaking his head once again at you not calling him by his name. "you really don't listen, do you?"

elvis pulled your legs over to his lap, causing you to slightly lay flat on the couch. "you know, i don't like when people don't listen to me." he lifted up your leg slightly, throwing your shoe off and trailing kisses from your ankle and down your leg then doing the same to the other.

"guess i need to be punished then?" you teased. "oh mr.presley, please don't punish me!"

elvis took in a sharp inhale at your obvious-fake tone, setting down your leg and crawling over you, one knee in between your thighs and touching slightly at the wetness under your skirt. "no underwear, huh? how dirty." he dug his knee deeper, smirking slightly at the small whine coming from you. "so goddamn wet, you're gonna make a mess of the whole couch."

you slowly pushed yourself onto his knee, begging for any sort of friction on your arching core. you pulled him down to you by his collar, kissing him deeply and opening your mouth slightly for him to slip his tongue inside. you ran your hands over his dark-haired chest up and down as you moaned into his mouth, his knee rubbing up and down your folds. "please-"

you felt yourself getting closer to your orgasm just by rubbing yourself against the fabric of his suit, breathing heavily under elvis. he removed his knee, sitting up slightly. "elvis!" you groaned.

"oh, now you wanna say my name?" he ripped your shirt off, buttons flying everywhere, running his hands under your bra and gripping your breasts, squeezing them as he placed kisses everywhere. you unhooked your bra, allowing elvis to toss it to the side and bite around your sensitive areas. "fuck!" you shouted. he was definitely leaving marks that you'd have to cover before returning to work tomorrow, there's no way you were going to be explaining how elvis gave you those marks in the first place.

elvis sat up again, pulling down your skirt and throwing it then bending back down, trailing kisses from your breasts to your dripping, wet pussy. he licked up the wetness, tasing your juices before using his fingers to tease at the bundle of nerves. "you touch yourself today?" he asked, giving your clit a slight pinch.

"n-no, saved myself for you." you stuttered, squeezing your thighs slightly around him.

"good." with no warning, he inserted two fingers inside you, the feeling of his long, calloused fingers you saw him use to play his guitar earlier sending you waves of pleasure. he curled them both, moving them in a fast pace before finally hitting deep enough to make you clench around him.

his eyes met yours, feeling his own cock twitch at the sight of you. "god, you're beautiful." he pulled his fingers out of you right as you were about to climax again.

you let out a soft whine at the emptiness, "elvis-" he unzipped his jumpsuit, shimmying out of it and allowing his fully-hard cock to slap against his stomach, red and dripping with precum. "i know, baby. hold on."

"need you so bad." you creeped a hand down to touch yourself as you watched elvis undress and tore open a small condom packet.

he slipped it on and swat your hand away. "sorry mamas, can't be too careful." you flashed him a quick smile. "unlike most men." you joked.

elvis laughed in response. "well, i ain't like most men am i?" you shook your head. "hell no."

he let out another throaty laugh, slowly pushing himself inside of you, groaning at the sudden tightness. "god, you feel so good." he let you adjust a moment, not hesitating to look into your eyes for approval to move.

it was a shame this would most likely be the only time you'd ever see him, you adored him. in love with how gentle he was with you. "elvis, fuck me. please."

"just because you said please." he purred, thrusting into you like there was no tomorrow. you loved the feeling, you felt so full. it had been so long since any man in your life had made you feel this way. he moved faster, pulling you up as you wrapped your arms around his neck. he kissed you again, breathing and taking you all in. his arms snaked around your waist, enjoying your warm embrace as he fucked you into oblivion. you let out loud moans into his mouth as you continued to kiss him. "oh elvis, elvis-" the position allowed hit against your g-spot again, the feeling more arousing than before. "oh my god, elvis."

his hips moved faster under yours, panting heavily into your ear. "yeah baby, say my name, wanna hear you scream it, c'mon." you pushed him slightly against the armrest of the couch, allowing yourself to bounce up and down on his lap. you were sure everyone outside his dressing room could hear the lewd noises coming from the both of you, but you could tell elvis didn't care. "takin' me so good." he groaned. you felt him suddenly twitch as his thighs tightened, he gripped your hips tightly as he came, sure enough to leave bruises later.

you came shortly after, screaming his name as you tilted your head back, moaning and making noises you never thought you could make. your legs shook as you rode him through your own orgasm, gripping onto elvis for dear life.

"good lord." he panted. you laid yourself on top of elvis to catch your breath, him still inside you. "i don't-" you breathed. "i don't think i've ever orgasmed like that in my whole life." you said in a breathy laugh.

"you and me both." he said, letting out a sigh. "think you can sit up for me?" you slowly got up, your body starting to slowly ache as you got off of him and winced at the emptiness. "think i might have to call off of work tomorrow." you threw yourself back on the couch as he stood up to throw the condom in the trash. "you gonna write a good article on me?" he tied a robe around himself and grabbed an extra one for you before walking to you to clean you up.

"no, i'm gonna write a piece on how terrible you are." he rolled his eyes at your sarcasm, tossing the robe beside you. "after all we've been through?" he fake-cried. you slipped the robe on, not bothering to tie it. "oh shut up, you big baby." elvis took a seat next to you, wrapping his arm around you and lighting a cigar in the other. "listen baby, you say what you wanna say. but if you're nice enough, maybe i'll let you see me again."

you did write a good piece of him, mentioning how great he was on stage and how everyone should see him live at least once. but it was the way you wrote about the press conference and the blue suit that had people swooning. and yes, he called you a few days after the article came out.

#part of me likes this but part of me doesn't #i just wanted to get something out this week #elvis #elvis x reader #elvis 2022 #elvis presley #elvis smut

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Right Where You Left Me | Chapter 2

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Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader | Actress!Natasha Romanoff x Singer!Reader

Summary: Your debut single puts you in the spotlight and one night you meet a redhead who will turn your world around. How will both of your jobs affect your relationship?

Warnings: fluff, alcohol, slight mention of SMUT at the end, AU

A/N: For the purpose of this fic, please imagine every song title as written by the character. English is not my first language so there might be some errors.

It’s 10 AM, you have just landed at LAX and the one thing you really need right now is your morning cup of coffee. One must think that after sleeping through the entire flight you would not be dragging your feet through the airport floor. After a short ride home, you leave your suitcase on your bed reminding yourself to unpack later and take a quick shower. Then, you freshen up a bit, put on a white t-shirt, grey sweatpants, and your favorite Airforce and you head out.

It’s a nice and warm day, and your lack of energy makes the perfect excuse to grab an iced coffee from the café across your apartment. There's no other place that makes it like them, the freshly brewed coffee beans, and the earthy bitter taste of it remind you of the days you used to make breakfast with your dad as a kid. You enter and Grace starts making your usual. One of the perks of your best friend being the barista, and getting free pastries from time to time.

You start your way to the studio and as you anticipated, it’s going to be a long day. Usually, you wouldn’t stay long but after finishing promoting the single there’s a lot of pressure from the label to finish the EP. There are a couple of songs you need to finish and one that is half done so you’re hoping to finish the lyrics and record today. Regardless, you can’t get around to writing the rest of the last one. The high expectations set by the first single makes you feel as if any song you make would not be good enough. That’s what has mostly slowed down the creation process, the lyrics don’t make sense, the melody doesn’t fit, etc.

After a couple of hours, it’s time for a lunch break so you go to the Mexican place a couple of streets away to get a burrito bowl. Ever since you moved to LA, it has been one of your go-to restaurants, mostly because the food there makes your mouth water only by its smell, but also because of its closeness to the studio. You can’t recall the number of times you’ve come to clear your mind from the chaos surrounding the studio. Its atmosphere gives off a sense of serenity that allows you to focus on what you set out to do that day.

Once you’ve ordered, you sit down at a table in the corner of the room. The place was almost empty as most people had already had lunch. you’re scrolling through Instagram when a notification pops up, a message from Natasha. Your face instantly lights up and you tap to see it.

Hey! Hope you had a safe flight :)

What are you up to?

I did. Thanks for checking in x

Nothing much. having lunch before going

back to the studio and finish a song

wbu?

You type the last message as you think about how someone you met yesterday can have this effect on you. The two of you had fun and you'd like to do it again sometime. You can’t help but think that it might be too soon to ask her out as much as you’d like for this to lead to something more. Before you let your mind wander, her reply comes.

Slept until 12 PM and ordered lunch from room service

I’m meeting my sister for dinner in a few

So your day was quite productive haha

you could say that

still much left to do tho

You suddenly get the courage to ask her about the offer she accepted at the bar, about her inviting you to a drink when you’re back in LA.

About yesterday’s invitation,

Is it still standing?

Depends

Her answer leaves you taken aback but you still take the shot.

On what exactly?

Would you take me on a date first?

Now that was not a reply you expected from her, but again, she was the one that acted so bold yesterday. You take the opportunity to tease her about it.

Miss Romanoff you're a bit too forward, aren’t you?

Yes, I would very much like to take you out

Great. Next Friday, pick me up at 6

Hope that one week is enough time to plan it

oh you're on

You won’t regret it ;)

After sending that last message, you go back to the studio to make the final touches to the song and before it’s dinner time, you have already left the studio. On the way home you quickly make a stop at the supermarket to grab some groceries for dinner and make a mental note to stop by tomorrow and buy the rest for the week.

When you get home, you start by washing and cutting some vegetables as well as some sweet potatoes. You put the veggies in a pan and season them with some garlic powder, salt, pepper, and paprika. While it’s cooking you put the diced potatoes on a baking sheet and put them in the oven. You pour a glass of red wine and wait for it to cook. Once the veggies and potatoes are done, you plate them and start eating.

You spend most of the dinner thinking about ideas for the date with Natasha but none of them feel perfect. That’s one of the traits you hate about yourself, you are an overachiever and a perfectionist, so you tend to be too hard on yourself. A dinner date is too cliché for the first date but a safe option; going to the movies might be awkward at some points, god what a mess. You tidy up the kitchen and pour another glass while you go through the tv to see which show you should watch tonight. You decide on Grey's Anatomy and by the third episode has ended, your body succumbs to sleep.

It is Tuesday and everything seems to run smoothly: you are almost done for the day in the studio and your manager is sorting the details for a possible tour; except that you still have not decided where to take Natasha. You’ve been so busy with recording the songs that you completely left it aside. Speaking of the redhead, you’ve been texting occasionally, she arrived yesterday and has been doing interviews for the movie. Because of that, you want this date to be a thing for her to unwind and have fun after an eventful week.

You get home and leave your stuff on the kitchen island. You can’t complain about the place you were able to get after spending 4 months here. It’s a small but cozy loft in an apartment complex, which is in a nice neighborhood. The kitchen opens to a dining table and in the back a living room. The stairs on the right lead to the bedroom and bathroom. Thankfully, you had a few savings from the summer jobs, and you were able to afford it. Once your hands are free from your belongings, your phone rings. It’s Grace. You put it on speaker as you get started with dinner. You put her up to speed with how the EP is going and what’s left to finish.

Dinner is ready, the call with Grace is still ongoing, and you have changed into your pajamas. At some point, you mention Natasha, and she instantly bombards you with questions. You answer them, trying not to forget any. She hasn’t talked to you that frequently because of the promo of the single and it’s obvious as you can feel her beaming with this gossip. As soon as you finish telling her all about Natasha and your date on Friday, you end the call promising to meet up for lunch on Sunday.

The clock marks 11 PM and the only thing left for you to do is to finalize the details of the date. You pick the outfit because you don’t want to stress over one more thing while also making sure everything is perfect and because you like having things planned in advance. When you’re done, you turn in for the day, a feeling of nervousness settling in your stomach as you close your eyes and try not to think about the end of the week.

You continued with your work in the studio. The rest of the week went by rather slowly to your taste, it must have been because of your anxiousness. It’s been a long time since you last went on a date, and you don’t intend to make a fool of yourself. At the beginning of the week, you let your manager know that you would take Friday off.

It’s Friday morning and you make your last trip of the morning to run one last errand and pick up a small bouquet of orange tulips, which stands for a deeper sense of understanding and appreciation between two people. When you get home, you heat up some leftover chicken and cut some tomatoes and lettuce to make a salad for lunch. After you’ve finished eating, which by the way was incredibly delicious, you put the plates in the sink and wash the pans you’ve used too. You decide to clean up a bit and take a short nap before you start to get ready. You wake up and realize you don’t know where Natasha lives, so you send her a quick text.

need I remind you if i’m taking you on a date

i need your address to pick you up?

it completely slipped my mind

*insert address*

see you later Boston

thank you. I won’t be late

You get inside the shower not without first putting on your playlist to try to loosen up a little, a mix of your favorite songs plays in the background as you get ready. You slip on your mom-fit jeans followed by a plain white t-shirt, which you tuck in, and your Docs. You let your hair dry in the air to then put on some light makeup, not overdoing it. You spray a few flushes of perfume to finish up and you make your way to the door. You pick a leather jacket and the bouquet and walk to the car.

Once you’re inside, you put the address on the GPS and head over. When you arrive, you get out of the car and approach her doorstep with the flowers behind your back. You knock a couple of times and after a few seconds, the door opens, letting the redhead come into view. Your eyes go up slowly, taking every inch of her in until they meet her face, a sweet smile plastered. She’s wearing black jeans, a black shirt that accentuates her figure, and black boots. Your eyes stay longer than you should have so you try to disguise it with a chuckle.

“You look absolutely gorgeous Natasha.” The words leave your mouth before you have time to think about it.

“So do you.” She replies. “What do you have behind your back?” She asks with curiosity.

“Uh um… these are for you,” you answer handing her the bouquet.

“Thank you. You shouldn’t have.” She tells you, a hint of surprise in her voice. “I’m going to…” She signals to the inside of the house. You nod in response as you wait for her to come back.

You silently head to where the car’s parked, you open the door for her, and you quickly round the car to get in. The ride is rather short, about 20 minutes so you turn on the radio. There’s an awkward silence that fills the space. You grip my hands on the wheel and take a deep breath. There’s intimidating. After a while, Natasha looks at me and asks, “where are you taking me?”

“It's a surprise, if I tell you I will spoil it.” You say with a serious tone, trying to keep a small smile from forming on your face. “No but seriously. I think you’d like it”. She laughs and hums in acknowledgment.

“We’re almost there.” You inform her. A few moments later you arrive at the destination. You get out and go around the car to open the door for her. She takes a quick glance at her surroundings and her eyes fill with excitement. You offer your hand and she gladly takes it as you make your way to the arcade bar. The moment you take a step in, 90s pop music hits your ears. The walls are painted black with details in neon blue and pink, and vinyl art. It might seem small from the outside, but you realize how spacious it is once you get inside. To the left, there’s a restaurant with booths that match the colors of the place, neon blue, pink, and black. The arcade machines are situated on the right side of the building and on the back, separated by glass walls, the bowling alley.

Firstly, you head to the counter to sign up for two bowling games and the worker kindly hands you the shoes and tells you which lane is ours. You settle in your booth, take your jacket off and leave it with the rest of your belongings. You put on the bowling shoes and Natasha goes to pick up a ball as she starts throwing. You are near the end of the first game and winning by a landslide, so you take the opportunity to tease Natasha.

“Didn’t you say and I quote ‘I’m going to crush you’?” you nudge her shoulder with yours.

“Oh shush. The next game is mine.” The green-eyed replies with sass.

“We’ll see about that”

She definitely stuck to her words. She ended up beating you and rubbed it on your face all the way to the arcade games. You let her pick the next game and she leads you to the basketball machine. You start this time, so you make a show of stretching your arms. You quickly get the hang of it and hit the record right before the buzzer rings. She rolls her eyes and mutters “show-off.” It’s her turn, she gets in position and starts shooting as many balls as she can. Surprisingly, she’s doing quite well, but she’s nowhere near your mark. You cheer on her whilst you stare at the cute face she makes when she’s focused.

The buzzer goes off, signaling the end of the game. Natasha lets out a sigh of defeat when she looks at the score. You offer her a smile of reassurance and lead her to the Skeeball machines. You decide to be on the same team this time to try to win as many tickets as you can.

“Can we play air hockey next?” She asks with a pleading look.

“Of course, whatever you want.” You say

Natasha rolls the sleeves of her shirt up, an air of confidence surrounds every move she makes. Feeling as if someone was watching her, she turns her head and catches you staring. You mentally stumble to form an apology but relax as she throws a wink at you. The game starts and she is already up 2 points. You’ve got the feeling that you might regret your cocky attitude from earlier. As you predicted, she wins the first game easily, but you ask for a second one, alleging that she was quite distracting. You’re currently tied but just as you think your hit is going in, she blocks it and scores the winning point, taking advantage of your bewildered state. She shoots her arms up in victory while shouting and jumping. You might have lost and your ego took a big hit. However, the sight in front of you has you smiling from ear to ear like a fool. On the other hand, she definitely has redeemed herself from the basketball defeat with the last two games of air hockey.

You leave the handles on the table, go round the table and meet her in the middle. You get closer to Natasha as you lean on the table, placing your hand on the edge. She does the same, but her hand falls on top of yours. A simple touch that makes your heart race and your breath hitch.

“Nat, …” You start but soon realize the nickname that slipped your mouth.

“Nat?” She asks in a voice full of surprise. Your cheeks immediately go red and you fluster.

“Whoops, it slipped out, sorry.” You try to apologize as quickly as you can.

“No. Don't. I like it. It's cute. Say it again.” She answers.

You ask what you intended in the beginning. “Nat, are you hungry or not yet?” She nods in response. “I was thinking about going to a drive-through and then eating dinner in a park if you are up to”

“Yeah, that sounds nice.” You exit the arcade and approach the car and drive to an In and Out that is close. The two of you each order a burger and fries but Natasha also gets a vanilla milkshake. Then you head to a park that is usually not so crowded or empty. When you park outside, you take a blanket out of the boot and you make your way inside. You walk until you reach a secluded spot, under a tree, but light enough to see. Once you settle on the blanket, you start to dig in. You fall into a comfortable conversation, asking questions to keep getting to know each other.

“So what’s up with you calling me Boston?”

She takes a bite of her burger and replies. “Dunno. You mentioned the other night that you studied there. Also, calling you (y/n/n) just seemed too lazy. I wanted something more original”

“Do you think Nat is lazy?” You wonder hurt by her statement.

“No. Not at all. I like how it sounds when you say it.” you blush at her response as she continues talking. “I just I like to be thoughtful with nicknames”

You’ve finished your burger but still have some fries left, the redhead has eaten her burger and fries. You thought she might still be hungry as she reaches for your fries and grabs a couple. Nonetheless, her intentions are completely far from that. As you catch on to what she’s going to do next, you decide to speak up.

“Tell me that you’re not thinking about what I think you are.”

She giggles, with a knowing smirk on her face. “What?” She begins to dip the fries into the milkshake and proceeds to eat them.

“Are you insane? THAT is the definition of pure madness.” you watch her with a look of disbelief on your face. “You did not just steal my fries to dip them into a milkshake. You Natasha Romanoff are full of surprises. What other unknown fact should I know about you?”

“I keep my promises, but there’s one I had not had the chance to keep” you raise an eyebrow at that.

“What are you going to do about it?”

“Well, if you’re up for it, would you like to go to my place and have that drink I owe you?”

“Yeah, let me clean up, then we’ll go.”

After the walk back, you’re in the car on your way to her house. You take a look at the clock and see that it’s 1O PM, a great time to have a drink and end the night.

You pull up in her driveway and turn off the engine. Nat walks up first and you follow her. She opens her door and beckons you to follow her into the house. She leads you to the kitchen, which opens to the living room. The house seems too big for just one person but it has the right amount of decoration. The open distribution and its minimalist style match Natasha's personality, elegant and luxurious.

“Do you fancy a glass of wine or a drink?”

“I’ll have a drink if you don’t mind”

“Sure, gin and tonic, right?” I nod at her remembering.

You take a seat on the blue velvet sofa and you glance around to better look at the decor. A few pictures of her and a blonde, who you assume is her sister, are hung on the walls, alongside a round mirror fit to perfection with the light touches of gold in the statues on the shelves. Your bodies are slightly turned to face each other, your sides against the couch. You place your glass on the table and put your arm on the back of the sofa letting your chin rest on your hand. She gently scoots closer and maintains eye contact while taking a drink sip. Thank God you were not standing, or you would’ve collapsed right there and then. You finish your drinks and realize that her hand is on your thigh, drawing random patterns.

She leans in but stops before you can meet her halfway. “Can I kiss you?” She utters her words in a whisper. You lean again, your lips colliding. The sweetness that you’ve been yearning to taste again since that night makes you melt against her. You follow her lead. Her lips part enough for and her tongue to find yours with eagerness. A low moan escapes your mouth when she grips your hips, putting a bit of pressure. You take that cue and lean back completely, pulling her on top of you. You find yourselves lost in each other’s until you have to pull apart to breathe.

“I usually don't do this on the first date, but I really want you to stay the night.”

“I want that too.” You say a bit dazzled by the make-out.

She leans again for another kiss, placing her hands under your shirt. There’s some sort of urgency to her touch, a touch so gentle that warms every inch of the path it takes. Then, she tugs on the hem, you lift up your arms and she takes the shirt off, throwing it to a corner of the room.

“Do you want to keep going?” She stops and asks before things get more heated than they already are.

You nod. “I need words, babe.” She whispers close to your ear. Her voice sounded raspier and deeper than usual. You let out a shaky breath before answering.

“Yes, I want to.”

“Let's move this to my room.”

#natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff #au #rwylm #rwylm fic #rwylm series

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thefandomcassandra · 8 months

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Malaprop (3/9): Clean Up the Debris and Tie the Noose

mal·a·prop — /ˈmaləˌpräp/ (n) - the mistaken use of a word in place of a similar-sounding one, often with unintentionally amusing effect, as in, for example, “dance a flamingo ” (instead of flamenco ). — He shouldn't be here. (Sequel to Champion)

Content Warning: disordered eating, smoking, alcohol, drug use, suicidal ideation, attempted suicide, body horror

Reigen's alarm woke him with screaming klaxons. It was tinny, pitchy, and the same every morning. He had set it half an hour in advance so he could slam snooze and roll over. He did just that.

Twelve minutes later, his alarm went off again. He hit snooze.

Twelve minutes later, his alarm went off again. This time he got up and slowly made his way to the bathroom.

Face, hair, teeth. Shower if he had the time or energy—not today, it seemed. Keys, wallet, shoes, out the door. Lock it. Check to see if he locked it. Double-check.

Doubt himself the whole way to work, even though he had his keys in his damn pocket.

His stomach hurt. It'd been doing that lately, little twinges that turned into pangs if he thought about it too long. He should really invest in quick food. Some kind of granola. Hell, even fucking smoothies. Anything to take the edge off.

Work was...it was work. It was always work. He pretended to be some kind of good person. He lied about being psychic. He gave some foolish sod a massage and force-fed them spoonfuls of self help platitudes about this, that, or the other and then it was a couple thousand yen in the lockbox and see you next week.

Sometimes there was something new here and there. The kid the other week who thought he was being haunted (it was a small cat that lived near his house causing a fuss), the woman two days ago who said she felt like she was being watched (stalker, easily taken care of), and the man yesterday who insisted he was also a psychic (he just wanted someone to talk to after his children grew up and left home). But overall? Same thing day in, day out.

Close shop, lock up, and walk home. There was this black cat that followed him sometimes. Today it was there so he bent down and pet it. It meowed at him and purred.

("Do you know how incredibly lucky you are that you haven't starved like this before? What was feeding you? It was keeping you alive. You will not have that luxury here.")

He walked past the convenience store and, giving in to the desire itching at his lungs, bought a carton of cigarettes so he wouldn't have to stop by tomorrow. He was going through them faster and faster these days. If he wasn't careful, he might wind up like his pops, with a pack a day habit. That'd be an easy way to hemorrhage money that he couldn't afford. So one carton for a month, no more no less, and he could cut back.

The pang in his stomach flared up so he bought a hamburger from MobDonalds. A treat. He deserved a treat every now and then.

It didn't help all that much.

He fumbled his keys on the way back in, dropped them, hit his head on the doorknob when he bent down, hit his head on the way back up too, then finally unlocked his door. Dinner was cup ramen. It also wasn't as filling as he would have liked. He collapsed in his bed and stared at the ceiling.

It was getting harder and harder to go to sleep these days.

His alarm woke him with screaming klaxons.

("I wonder," the fly on his garbage can posited, "how long you can keep this up. Already you are fraying at the edges. You're strong-willed, even without your past emboldening you, but I can see the scars beneath the surface. This is the truest version of yourself." It rubbed its feet together and fluttered its wings, bluebottle eyes watching with scrutiny. "When you finally give way, it will be an implosion, beautiful and catastrophic. I cannot begin to express my delight at the thought.")

Reigen took another smoke break. He shouldn't be smoking as much but it cut the hunger—the strange hunger that he could not place or satiate—so why wouldn't he? If it made the discomfort go away, even as a stop-gap, then it would be worth the monetary cost. As he exhaled a plume of smoke, he wondered what his life would be like if he just kept his head down and did as he was told.

It would be easier, sure, but certainly more boring. He liked fighting for what he wanted, tooth and claw. He was a stubborn kind of man.

("When you finally choose to debase yourself, lower yourself to that of an animal," the crow on the telephone pole pointed out, "you will truly be your most authentic self. What a pity your little friend won't be able to see the process. He might learn something from the whole ordeal.")

Laying in bed at night was a ritual more than a relief. Sleep never came, no matter how hard Reigen tried. Warm milk, alcohol, more medication than he probably should take, no matter how much of what cure he used, sleep eluded him. So lately he just laid there, stared at the ceiling, and silently screamed.

He knew how many cracks were on his bedroom ceiling. He knew when his neighbor's mistress left and his wife came back. He knew when the children across the hall had a holiday break. He knew every intricacy of the people upstairs' sex life. He knew the exact minute every morning that the dog upstairs was taken for a walk, like clockwork.

He wanted this to stop. He wanted it to end. He wanted to sleep more than anything in the world, the screaming hollow in his chest stealing any joy he might have had in his miserable life. He felt grey and washed out, as dark as the night.

And then the sun came up and he finally found respite, eyelids iron curtains slamming shutters on his mental shop. His childish complaints faded to bitter grumbles and his consciousness melted into nothingness.

Minutes later, his alarm went off.

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#mob psycho 100 #mob psycho #mp100 #malaprop #the sheepy writes fic #this is the latest chapter #wednesday will be the posting schedule #so keep an eye out #anyway uh this one is rough because mogami is really mogami #motherfucker unlimited (derogatory)#mogami gets his hooks DEEP into reigen #and this ends in like...suicide attempt (at the end of the chapter)#so be warned #i wanna be good for you my readers #a good steward #conscientious and all

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lolitastories · 1 year

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You work alongside Matt and Foggy at the law firm. Of course, as one of the most successful lawyers in the city the one and only Tony Stark would recruit you. As you are trying to find a meaning of your life you find life in someone. It may be a rocky start for you two but maybe it’s worth taking.

Chapter 9:

I don’t know what time I fell asleep yesterday. With all the cries and the temperature not going down I panicked and maybe knocked myself out after her cries had stopped. Wait. Where is she? I ran out of my room and out to the main floor. “Hey. Don’t freak out she is in Bruce's lab” Why? I rush over just to come to a stop right at the door. I looked over and the clock said 10. In the morning? What the hell.

“Having a kid is like being hung over sometimes. You don’t remember something when things were rough with them the night before” Clint's words made me feel a little better. I should have stayed up and with her the whole night.

“You stayed with her the whole night” I hear Wanda’s voice beside me. “Her temperature was going down and she fell asleep. An hour or so later she started throwing up” Yeah I can remember that. That was the first time in a long time that I had frozen. After the shock and as soon as Lydia stopped throwing up I went to find Bruce. With another few throw ups and the fever coming back up Bruce told me she had an ear infection. The medicine was prescriped but I couldn't pick it up until this morning. So all last night she was awake and crying. And if she wasn’t crying she was throwin up and right after throwing up she was crying again. She didn’t even want to take her bottle. “You knocked out around 4 in the morning after she was asleep. Bucky took you to lay down”

“Has she taken her medicine?” Wanda nods. I haven’t spoken to Bucky since that night I went to apologise. Havent seen him since either. We spoke for a couple minutes before Wanda knocked on the door and said she needed to leave.

“He stayed with her since you left. The only time he left her side was when he left to pick up her medicine” Now she was feeling better. She was in Bucky’s arms eating some bananas.

“Don’t beat yourself about it. It's not like there is a rule book on how to take care of a baby. Trust me if there was one I would have been their number one fan” We laugh at Clint. “I know her grandparents are on their way but have you ever thought about keeping her?” honestly no. Lydia is a wonderful baby and I distance myself from her but I would be lying if I said she wasn’t the reason I didn’t feel alone. I only spent a full day with her and another couple but during that time she has put me in situations I felt I needed at the time.

“No. Who knows what will happen. I take the long run on this one” I open the glass door and walk towards the two. “Hey” I kneel down in-front of them as Lydia takes notice she reaches her arms out to me but Bucky hold her back

“Yeah no. It's your turn to take a shower” I moved my eyes to where he was looking and my shirt and pants had dried throw up on it. I can’t stand the smell of cheese but I could sleep through throw up being all over me?

“Fine” I roll my eyes walking out the door. “Were yall going to tell me I have throw up all over me?” I say to Clint and Wanda who were now in the kitchen island eating something. They both shake their heads laughing. I make my way over to take a shower. Took a quick 10 minute shower but I would be lying to you if I didn’t feel disgusted at the thought of smelling like throw up. I probably still smelled like it. I changed and once I walked out the door I was surprised to see the sight in front of me.

“She fell asleep right after her bottle” Lydia was fast asleep surrounded by pillows while Bucky stood at the end of the bed

“Thank you” I didn’t know what to say. So I just turned around and started packing her bag so as soon as she woke we could leave.

“Are you going to keep her?” Why does he care? Maybe he was just trying to make conversation to not make it weird and maybe I am an asshole for thinking this but he doesn’t have to be here anymore.

“I am not planning to” It’s as simple as that.

“What if the plan changes?”

“Then I guess I will deal with it then” I shrug really wanting the conversation to be over. But now that the awkward silence has me reconsidering it.

“So about that night” Fuck. Now I really want to go back to the other conversation. “I never meant to put that pressure on you. I was angry, full of rage and that was wrong on my part”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“Wanda was right, you don’t accept apologies.” That made my head turn. “She said you don’t accept gratefulness or apologies. There are rare occasions when you use your manners too” oh fuck you. “And when you do, you don’t mean it”

“You got a Y/N 101 from Wanda?” I wasn’t pissed but I wasn’t happy eithier. I don’t mind people having their ideas of me, good or bad I don’t care. But when someone comes up to me and tells me in my face how I am I tend to get defensive.

“Yes. I needed to know if you were truly sorry about your apology” This asshole. “Wanda said if you apologise for something you were truly sincere” calm down. I close my eyes not wanting to do anything out of anger. How dare he go and try to find out if I was truly honest? He should have taken it up with himself to believe me or not.

“Okay” I didn’t want to start an argument with the guy.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure Tinman”

“Do you want to go on a date?”

“With you?” oh shit “I didn’t mean it that way” Fuck you. I saw him walk towards me and my body froze. My eyes are looking for an escape but I can’t come up with one.

“I haven’t been on a date in a long time, if I am being honest I am still learning about my feelings and how to deal with them” He grabs both my hands in his eyes and can’t seem to peel at the sight of it.

“Is this a new therapy thing she has you doing?” I hear a slight chuckle but he shakes his head.

“She mentioned going out with friends and before you say anything, no. When I first saw you I felt a gravitational pull towards you, and call me crazy but that was enough for me to know that in my mind we could be something other than friends” Best friends? Super friends! Get it? Because he is a super soldier? “I didn’t know how to come to you at first but if I don’t give it a try now than I might never get to it”

“Even after I caused you pain? Made you angry and tried to sabotage your orders?” I am not going to deny it made me blush. I thought after everything he would not hate me but dislike me that after the whole protecting me was over he would not even give me a second glance.

“I am willing to give it a try after all of that” that is stupid. How does he know I won’t do it again? “You had your motive behind them and I hope after getting to know eachother things will be alright.” I look up to meet his eyes. Oh honey you don’t know anything. My mind is telling me to remove my hands from his hold. Look away from his eyes. Make my heart steady to his touch. I am not one to do this with. I am no good. I will only break his and my own heart at the end. I am unstable. Maybe that is why I felt that connection with him in the first place. God knows I don’t know how to deal with my feelings either.

“Will I be responsible if things go wrong?” I was giving him a chance to run. Take back his words and hopefully only depart on a happy note. But my heart wants more. Maybe I should be brave enough like him. “I can’t promise you anything.”

“I am not asking you to promise me anything. I am just taking a risk at this” a risk. A risk is taken when you are doing something unsure, dangerous, unplanned, a ticking time bomb, like me.

“Ok”

A/N: why’s have I never seen this?!!!. So adorable.

Anyways I feel like this story is coming to an end. I don’t know if chapter ten will be the last or maybe it will be a couple more chapters but am stuck. Have no idea where to go. Maybe the story will end and I will post some chapters of the future as not part of the story like, if they get married or kids, i dont know.

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ciaossu-imagines · 1 year

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So, just as a prelude to the ficlet, I had a rough day yesterday and hated everything I wrote and deleted every fic or request answers I wrote but still wanted to write, so I ended up just being completely self-indulgent and wrote little comfort fics for my favourite characters off some fluffy memes. They're not my greatest writing but I figured I'd share them in between posting requests and my Homra! AU ficlets, so have some fluffy Spanner and Reader to start!

“Hey y/n, have you seen…”

Spanner’s words stopped short as he walked into the little office off the large workroom he shared with Shoichi and, occasionally, any scientist, inventor, or mechanic from the Vongola allied families who needed the space or were interested in the projects going on. He stared for a couple seconds, internally kicking himself a little for how loud he’d been when he entered and a little worried.

He had known you were working in the office, collecting and sorting through the raw data and running numbers and plans and checking to see if all scheduled deadlines were actually still on schedule or not. And he knew you’d been working hard. How could anyone not know? You spent hours out of your days in front of the computer screen, barely taking breaks, only grabbing quick meals, and bringing them back to the office to eat or taking quick shower breaks. You’d become a mouse in the background of the workroom, always there, just kind of heard as frequent little taps of keyboard keys at all hours for the past two weeks.

They’d all assured you that you didn’t need to work so hard, but Spanner knew you well enough to know that you pushed yourself hard, that you always wanted to do everything so perfectly and that you put so much pressure on yourself and, while he wasn’t above reminding you to go take breaks, he wasn’t someone with any right to lecture you, even while you worried him to death. Wasn’t he someone who did the same, after all, and worried you just as much?

And there he’d come stumbling in so loudly, to find you slumped over on the computer desk, head cradled in a hand just inches from the keyboard, fast asleep. He’d guessed the crash was coming, knew from experience that a body can only go so long, and he was silently praying to the gods that he hadn’t woken you up from the sleep he’d been wanting you to get for days now. Almost holding his breath, frozen in place, he waited and waited, making sure you didn’t stir.

But you seemed fast asleep, slumped in the computer chair. Spanner let out an almost silent sigh of relief as he quietly approached the offices’ desk, looking for the blueprint he’d needed. Finding it, he slipped it out of the open folder, heading back to the workroom and setting it near the station he was working at. He smiled as he looked at his half-built invention, giving it a quick twice-over before patting it on its metal frame.

“Be back in one sec, little buddy. We’ll get ya all set today, promise. Just gotta take care of something first.”

Minutes later, he was back to sneaking quietly, shoes off and walking on tiptoes, back into the office where you slept. A bottle of water, a florescent pink Post-It note on it, and a couple tablets of Robaxacet were slid as quietly as possible on the desk a little ways from you. Spanner had had enough experiences in passing out in some weird spots while working to know the backache you’d wake up with. A blanket was carefully lifted from his arm, shook out as quietly as possible and carefully laid across your back and shoulders. He smiled as you remained still and asleep, breaths even and deep and your face peaceful.

He turned and crept quietly back out, pulling the office’s door closed behind him, only the blanket (a t-shirt quilt you’d made him) and the Post-It Note with his scrawled handwriting… ‘You’re doing good and deserve a break so take one 🙂’ the only clues he’d been there.

#katekyo hitman reborn #khr #ficlet #self-indulgence #spanner #spanner khr

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Part Eight: Seven O’clock

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At five pm sharp, I clock out. In a hurry to get home, make it look presentable despite the fact I cleaned last night and take pride in keeping my home neat. I would of run home but the shops and streets outside were still bustling with activity, I didn’t want anyone to think something was wrong. After about ten minutes of walking, I’m unlocking my front door. I kick off my shoes and leave them on the small stand by the door. I decided to go room by room, leaving the living room for last so I can do a very detailed clean at the end. I’ll just have to shower after, no point in getting clean just to spark up a sweat and get dirty again.

I start in my bedroom, knowing that neither of us will be going in there, I will, but after he leaves. My bed has been made since morning, but I straighten the comforter, and the pillows. Since the sun won’t be setting for another few hours I leave the curtains spread and blinds up. I move to my personal bathroom, scrubbing the toilet and sink, and wiping down the counter. I sweep the hallway before moving on to the guest bedroom. I repeat the same steps I did in my room, in there. From the spare room, I moved to the extra bathroom, scrubbing and wiping again. I plug in the air freshener that I keep in the bathroom for the times I do have people over. Once I’m done with everything in the hall area, I mop the floors, readjusting the runner once it dried.

The kitchen was just as fast. Only thing in the sink was a plate from my morning toast and a mug from my coffee. I dry those with a dish rag and put them away in the designated cupboards. I wiped down the kitchen table and counters. Instead of an air freshener, I open my candle cabinet. I settle on an apple and teakwood scent, one of my favorites, and place it in the center of the table. The living room didn’t need much work, just a quick sweep and mop. I dusted the tv and stand for an extra measure even though I did this yesterday. I fluff the pillows by hitting them a few times. Making them look a little less flattened. I check the time and it’s only 6:20pm. I give the house one last look to make sure I didn’t miss anything and when I see that everything’s clear, I head to my bedroom, grabbing a fresh pair of clothes for after my shower.

I let the warm water run over my now tense muscles. I didn’t notice how nervous I am knowing he’ll be here soon. My heart is racing with a mix of nervousness, hoping I don’t embarrass myself, and pure excitement. Being able to be close to him, outside of a work setting. Wondering if I can see a different side of him that’s not a hundred percent professional or on guard. I turn off the water about fifteen minutes later, drying quickly and efficiently. I normally sleep in shorts but since I have company, I decided on black sweats with a black long sleeve top. I pull out some leftovers and snack on those until I’m full, leaving five minutes of time left before Orochimaru is supposed to show. I use that time to brush my teeth, and pull my hair back into a low ponytail, keeping the dampness away from my face. As the time inches closer to 7, a near fear arises.

What if he doesn’t show?

What if he changed his mind and said forget it?

What if he doesn’t want to be in my company tonight? Or at all for that matter. He probably only bears it because we work together.

I’m pulled away from my dark thoughts when I hear a knock at the door. My heart races again but not in doubt. I find myself wanting to run for the door, open it widely and maybe even hug him. I take a deep breath and walk slowly over to the door. Unlocking the two bolts and opening it.

“Hello.”

Says Orochimaru when he sees me.

“Come in.”

I say, opening the door wider so he can step inside.

He takes his shoes off and leaves them on the mat next to the stand. I guide him into the living room since this is where we’ll be working for the evening. Both of my lamps are already on, with a lovely golden light emitting through the large window as the sun prepares it descent for the day. As he walks past me, finding a suitable spot to sit on the floor, I get a whiff of cologne. It’s different from the one he wears on a day to day basis. I wonder if he wore it for me, I shake that thought off quickly. Knowing he’s a bit of a lady killer, he’ll probably go out after leaving my place.

I kneel down on the floor, near Orochimaru, but leaving at least two feet of space between us. He’s pulling all his supplies out of the tote bag I gave him earlier, when checking his stuff out. I watch his hands as he organizes things, keeping the beads in one pile, the wire in another, cord off to the side, with the pliers in a different spot. His fingers are long, and I’m not sure if this was done today or if they were like this all week, but his nails are painted black. I hide a smile when I notice my black painted nails as well.

Over the first hour I go over the basics with him and showed him how to secure your string before sliding the beads on. I finish up a necklace myself as he works, eyeing his piece to make sure he’s doing okay. I show him how to clamp a bead on at the end of the wire so everything stays together, and once he secured that one, he started on another.

I knew this would be a relatively quiet activity but I find myself missing the sound of his voice in longer conversation. I want to initiate but I’m at a loss for words, mostly because I can’t get over the fact I have such beauty in my home, let alone so close to me.

“Did I do something wrong?”

He questioned, looking towards me through his lashes.

“What? No, you’re doing good.”

I answer quickly, internally kicking myself because he noticed I was staring for longer than necessary. The corner of his lips turn up slightly, forming a small smile at my reaction.

Another forty minutes passes by before we call it a night. My heart aches as I watch him pack his belongings back in his bag. I walk him to the door where I wish I could invite him to stay but that would sound insane. Having my colleague spend the night for no good reason. I find myself standing in the doorway again with Orochimaru towering over me, the way he looks down at me through his bangs makes my heart flutter.

“Thank you for tonight y/n. I can see myself continuing this hobby. I understand why you like it so much.”

He says quietly.

He smirks at the way I have to look up at him to speak. Being a good foot shorter than him, with another few inches below that too.

“I was truthful when I said you’re always welcome here.”

I say, feeling the longing of something I know won’t happen, even with the comments we slip to each other.

“I never got to ask earlier. What happened to your other headband? Did you lose it?”

His tone changed to curiosity. To be honest, I didn’t lose it, it’s sitting in a drawer next to my bed. The one with the gash makes me feel closer to him, as insane as that sounds, I tend to find myself missing him. I wear it as a reminder.

“Oh no, it’s not lost. I….like this one better.”

I say anxiously, hoping he doesn’t pick up the reason to why I feel this way. He doesn’t say anything, and my heart drops.

He lifts his free hand up to my face, holding my chin between his thumb and pointer finger. He smiles.

“If you want me to damage that one for you too, you could of just asked.”

He says.

My brain, my heart, my everything stops for what feels like a solid minute before I process what he offered. Firstly, he of course had to figure out my reasoning, which makes me feels slightly embarrassed, and secondly, I can’t believe he’d do that, knowing why I like it so much. I’m surprised it doesn’t seem crazy to him, that he’s not running away down the street, screaming about a mad woman in the neighborhood.

“Good night.”

He says slowly, pulling his hand away from my face, drawing that out too as if he doesn’t want to let go. I stand still, watching him walk away, still shocked at his new found knowledge. I snap myself out of it and close the door. Out of the corner of my eye I see an extra necklace on the table. He forgot one. I grab it and open the door.

“Orochimaru.”

I says loudly, not needing to shout since he didn’t get too far down the road. He turns around and stares at me.

“You forgot one.”

I say, holding up the piece of jewelry.

“That’s for you.”

He says with a smile, turning on his heel and continuing his walk.

I look down, staring at the mix of purples, golden yellows and off whites, blacks and charcoals, with a handmade wire snake pendant dangling in the middle. I look back up, watching as he fades away into the dark. I close my door yet again, staring at the necklace as I do this. He made this for me? Made with the colors that relate to him, what he wears, and the purple that wraps around his golden snakelike eyes. My heart feels warm knowing that he gave me this to always have a bit of him.

I undo the clasp, slip it around my neck and close it, allowing it to sit beautifully and comfortably at the base of my neck. I turn and face the mirror I have by the door.

I hold the snake gently in my hands as I stare at my reflection. I can’t believe he did this for me.

For me.

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bucky-bucket-barnes · 2 years

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Hi. Can you please write a Bucky x Reader based on the song “Love Me or Leave Me” by Little Mix. Where Bucky and reader are dating but Bucky starts to distance himself and push away the reader. Bucky doesn’t want to get hurt and/or hurt the reader. Bucky realizes that being apart from the reader hurts more and confesses to reader. Please with a happy ending. (I want to feel the hurt and pain and then the happiness at the end).

love me or leave me

Pairing: bucky barnes x gn!reader Warnings: angst, arguing, swearing

Word Count: 2.5k

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an: ty for the request, hope you enjoy :) likes, reblogs, and comments are deeply appreciated

Lying alone at night was becoming a new, comforting habit. There was a point in time where your eyes would remain wide open, refuting sleep until Bucky slipped into bed, lulling you into a slumber with his familiar presence. Missions were the worst, days, sometimes even weeks spent away from your favorite person, simultaneously ruining your mood and your sleep pattern.

Hopelessly, you checked your phone one last time, the bright light stinging your already sleep deprived eyes. He said he’d be home yesterday. 24 hours later and your boyfriend was nowhere to be seen, not even a call or a quick text shot to indicate he was safe, if he was okay.

With a sigh, you placed it face down on your nightstand, turning on the ringer just in case. You knew he wasn’t going to reach out, anyways. Things hadn’t always been this way between you two. Bucky wasn’t always this distant, this aloof in your relationship.

Bucky crept up the apartment stairs, the cold having nipped his ears and cheeks red. His stiffened hands went to quietly fit the key within the lock before slipping in. A small part of him hoped you’d be up, waiting for him in the living room, fingers clasped around a warm cup of tea as you waited. He entered into an empty room, the lights all turned off, not a soul in sight.

Closing the door quietly, he slipped his shoes off and crept further into your home. He approached the bedroom door, opening it quietly, afraid he could wake you from your slumber. Your body rested peacefully under the covers, arms entangled around the blankets. A small smile crept upon his lips before he went to take a shower.

Sleep eluded you as you remained still in the bed. You had heard his footsteps, the same ones that caused your heart to pitter patter within your chest once upon a time. As he creaked the door open, you felt yourself hold your breath, fearful he might realize your stillness was a ruse to avoid talking to him.

It felt silly. It was silly. You were an intruder in your own house, a stranger in your own relationship. As you cursed at yourself, Bucky had finished his shower, entering back into the room, fatigue coating his eyes.

You shifted, propping yourself up onto your elbows as he came in. Reaching to turn on the light, you squinted at the unexpected brightness before greeting a gentle hey, Buck.

“Sorry, did I wake you?” he winced quietly, stripping his shirt off in an attempt to battle the ungodly bedroom warmth, courtesy of the heater.

“You’re fine,” you smiled, “How was your mission?”

“It was alright. It’s much warmer in Louisiana than New York.” He got underneath the covers, the bed shifting under his body.

Bucky turned to face you, now laying his head comfortably on his pillow, untouched for two weeks at this point. “Why didn’t you say you were going to be late?” you frowned.

“Yeah, sorry about that.”

“Did you miss your flight?”

His face twitched with guilt. It was a small expression, but one you had come to memorize. It was difficult to hide something from the person who knew everything about you, etched in the mind like a dried ink stain.

He nodded his head yes. “I got caught up in something. . . extra. I left later than expected.”

“Like the last two times?”

Bucky moved his body to sit up now, abandoning his comfortable position for a much more alert one. “It’s not like that, doll.”

You turned your head away to avert his gaze. Battling the frustration that was creeping into your chest, you sighed and began playing with sheets. “You didn’t even call. I didn’t know if you were okay. I didn’t know if you were alive.”

“C’mon,” he comforted, placing a tender hand on the small of your back, “You knew I would be alright.”

“No, I didn’t, Bucky. Almost everyone you work with is trying to kill you. That’s your job.”

You knew that entertaining this relationship. Honestly, you never expected to be so enamored with Bucky. It all happened so fast. Bumping into you on the street, he’d knocked the coffee out of your hands, spilling the brown liquid all upon your white sweater, soaking deep within the threads. He profusely apologized, offering to buy you another cup as he helped dab the drink out of your clothing.

You agreed to his proposition, a sly smile on your face as you teased it’s a date then? A laugh parted your lips as he presented you with a bouquet the next day at the coffee shop. It was sweet, but severely unexpected. You got along swimmingly, talking for the next few hours, drinks growing cold as you quickly learned to avert your attention towards each other. You didn’t intend to meet your boyfriend of three years that day, yet here you were, sharing a bed, mere inches apart from him. Honestly, though, he felt like he was halfway across the world that night.

“Yes, but it’s also my job to come home to you. I’m here, aren’t I?”

I’m here, aren’t I? Your blood slowly began to simmer in your veins, an exasperated laugh parting your lips. It wasn’t that simple, how could he not see that?

“You know what?” you interjected quietly, “I think I’m going to sleep in the living room.” You tossed the covers off your legs, your whole being tensed up. “It’s a bit hot in here.”

“Y/N-”

“Goodnight, Bucky.”

“C’mon,” he soothed, lightly grabbing your hand as you went to leave the room, “We never go to bed angry. That’s not like us.”

“Well, I guess we’re really not ourselves lately, are we?” you grimaced, slowly pulling your hand back, walking to the cabinet in the hallway, taking out a blanket for your night on the couch.

Of course you were glad he was back. Overjoyed, even. But it was hard to relish in the feeling of warmth you had when he returned when you had spent the last day preparing for the worst. Feeling sickly, body coated in a thick layer of panic wherever, hoping for the best but preparing for the worst.

Despite yourself, you lingered a while longer near the bedroom door, staring into the hallway closet. Silently, you willed him to come, to get out of bed and apologize. I’m sorry, I love you. I’ll do better. Let’s talk about this.

Nothing, not even a goodnight sounded from your bedroom.

Stupid, stupid, stupid, you mocked yourself, walking into the much colder living room to sleep for the night. Any other time, Bucky would’ve fought for you, pleading you to stay in bed. Now, though? He couldn’t seem to care less about what you did.

Curling yourself into a ball, you wrapped yourself in the blanket, cold already making its way into your bones. The ambient sounds of the city lulled you to sleep that night instead of the familiar rhythm of Bucky’s breathing.

When the morning sun rose, you found yourself situated in bed again, tucked neatly under the sheets, body heated. Peeling your eyes open in confusion, you investigated the room, wondering when you even moved back in there. Instinctively, your hand combed the left side of the bed to feel for Bucky only to find the bed empty.

Warding the sleep out of your eyes with a quick rub, you got up to go to the living room. There he was, tall body uncomfortably twisted on the couch. In an attempt not to wake him, you slowly tiptoed into the adjacent kitchen, hoping a cup of tea would calm your mood.

“Good morning,” Bucky murmured from behind.

Your body jumped a little at the sound, not realizing he had snuck up right near you. His firm hands slipped around your waist, caging you in closer to his body. Your grip hardened around the kettle you were holding, a perturbed swallow travelling down your throat.

“Good morning, Bucky.”

“Did you sleep well?” His face now settled in the crook of your neck, stubble tickling at your skin.

You ignored his affections, turning on the stove to warm up the water. “You didn’t have to move me from the couch. I was comfortable.”

“You were freezing.”

“I was fine.”

“I was just trying to help,” he mumbled into your neck, a shiver reverberating down your spine. As hard as you resisted, it was difficult not to succumb to his sugary voice, his song-like tone.

He was your partner and above all your vice. It was dangerously easy to forgive him each and every time you argued. Those bright blue eyes were weapons of their own being, his sultry words always knowing how to soothe your nerves all too quickly for you to stay mad at him for a meaningful period of time.

“No, we’re not doing this,” you softly protested, removing yourself from his embrace. “We do this every time.”

“Do what?” He was shocked, tone slightly offended.

“Aren’t you tired of doing this? It’s always the same. You go M.I.A. and I get mad. You come back home in the middle of the night, I get pissed, and by morning I accept your crappy apology and we act like it never happened. Every. Single. Time.” You slipped further from his embrace and opted to lean against the kitchen counter, feeling the cool marble under your fingertips in an attempt to stay grounded.

“I’m sorry-”

“I don’t think you are!” You interjected, voice snapping. Head dropping in exasperation, you focused on the floor beneath you. One look into those beautiful baby blues and it’d be all over.

He moved to approach you, to close the distance you were slowly putting between you two. “I’d never do anything to hurt you, I promise. And, I am sorry.” His hand slipped under your chin, tilting your head up to look up at him. He gave you a warm smile followed by a light kiss on the lips.

“Instead of always being sorry, be better, Buck.” Your voice shook with exasperation, arms wrapping around your body, closing yourself off.

“I’m just trying to keep you safe!”

“How the hell does that even correlate?”

Both your voices were filling the cramped apartment you shared. As you quipped back at the other, your bodies further and further closed the space between you two. It wasn’t like you to argue, not seriously. It was beginning to come too hard, too suffocating to keep ignoring that nasty feeling plaguing your chest.

“Just because you don’t understand doesn’t mean it doesn’t work,” his tone was dangerously serious, spoken through gritted teeth.

You approached him, mere inches from his face, matching his low volume, “Then explain it to me. I’m not a child, I’m your partner.”

“Think about it, doll, if you don’t have information, then no one is ever going to come for you. If you don’t know where I am, then no one can hunt you down to find me. I don’t tell you where I am, because I worry about you.”

A minor twinge of guilt rang through your body. It made sense, but you couldn’t help but feel bitter that he never said this before. A lot of lonesome nights could have been less painful with this information.

“Bucky, dating you alone is a safety hazard. If someone was going to use me to get to you, they’re going to do it whether or not I have information. And that’s a risk I’m willing to take, but you should’ve told me this before,” you rationed, voice now seeping with remnants of sadness.

“But you’re more in danger the more you know about me,” he pushed on, eyes wide with worry.

“I can handle myself.”

“But what if you can’t-”

“Bucky!”

“You’re just a normal person! You can’t protect yourself.”

You felt your jaw tighten, an angry breath huffing through your nostrils. This conversation was quickly crashing and burning, leaving you in the flames of your own frustration. Silently, you slipped from the kitchen and made your way to the bedroom.

His voice was filled with immediate regret as he corrected himself. “That’s not what I meant-”

“This is where you say sorry then leave me alone,” you cautioned, hand firmly grasped around the bedroom door handle, knuckles aching from the intensity of your hold.

“I’m sorry, I just meant I’m scared something is going to happen.”

“You know what the problem is, Bucky?” You whipped your body around, eyes narrowed with anger, voice low with rage. “You don’t see me as your equal. I get it,” you laugh frustrated, emotions processing themselves as they came out, “I’m not some kick ass superhuman or some kind of overpowered witch, but you know what? I’m not helpless.”

Bucky knew at that moment the best thing he could do was listen in silence. The words that were rolling off your tongue were thoughts that had festered in your mind for too long, haunting your dreams and shaking your days; resentment.

“You don’t get to just throw me into this damsel in distress narrative you’ve painted for me. I’m- I’m resourceful and I’m smart and most importantly I know when to ask for help if I need it. And I’m tired of being treated like some side character in my own life. You have a choice to make, Bucky. You can either start communicating with me like an adult or you can pack your bags and get the hell out because I am done.”

You could feel your heartbeat within your eardrums, pulse violently fluttering as you spoke. Though your voice trembled with frustration, your words were filled with sincerity, a certain respect commanded from their honesty.

With slow steps, Bucky approached you, his own chest rising and falling with apprehension. Lacing his arms around your waist, he pulled you into a firm embrace.

“I’ll always choose you,” he muttered into your hair. “I’ll be better because you deserve better. I’m sorry and I love you and I’d hate myself forever if I was the reason I lost you.” The words were spilling out of his mouth like red wine onto linen cloth, soaking deeply into your ears, forever ingrained in your mind.

“I hate it when we argue,” you spoke after a moment, as your fingers pressed further into him, feeling the curves and muscles along his back as you held him.

“I know, my love, I know. I do too,” he echoed, running his hands along the small of your back in a rhythmic fashion. “But we always get through it and you want to know why?”

You responded to his query with a low hmm, too comfortable with your face buried in his chest to move an inch away.

“Because that’s what people in love do. We have problems and we work through them together because even when we’re arguing you’re still the person I want to be with the most.”

He could feel you smiling against his chest, a sigh of relief sounding from your mouth. As he looked down at you, close to his heart and safe in his arms, he knew this is where he wanted to be.

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feefeewrites · 2 years

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Missus ock

Otto Octavius x reader

A bit of angst, lots of comfort

As a sorry for not posting an other chapter from my comte de reynaud fic (which I'm rewriting at the moment), here *throws fic towards you*. Enjoy

A window breaking, a crash, some vivid cursing. It would be the third time this week of you trying to get into an abandoned building. And it's only Wednesday. So far, you haven't been quite succesful in your quest. Until today, that is. You utter a yelp of victory once you realise you're inside.

You stumble your way throughout the abandoned hangar, brushing glass off your trousers. Finding Otto wasn't all that difficult. A loft in an abandoned warehouse in one of the dead zones of the city. It was a bit predictable, really. There might as well have been written: "Mad genius' lab here" above the entrance.

You find the man in question slumped over a workbench, shirtless. You know he must have heard you enter (the crash wasn't all that subtle), but he doesn't move. You let your eyes roam over the wide expanse of his back, his shoulders. You can see tension cording the muscles in his neck.

You scrape your throat, trying to get his attention. One of the mechanical arms turns its head towards you, whirring. Its owner, on the other hand, keeps his gaze resolutely on his work.

The last time you spoke to each other, the conversation hadn't ended that well. You, repeating your undying love for your husband. Him, stating he's a villainous monster and warning you to stay away from him. All very dramatic, you think. And utter bull (on his part, not yours).

You cough loudly, all subtlety out of the (now broken) window. Patience is a virtue, but one you're never been blessed with. No reaction. He's ignoring you then. You sigh, two can play at this game.

"When's the last time he's eaten?"

"Pardon-", Otto looks up.

"Not talking to you," you say dismissively, keeping eye contact with one of his red blinking appendages.

"Has he eaten anything today? Twice's no, once's yes."

The adressed claw clicks twice, moving itself as if shaking no.

Otto gives the affronting arm a betrayed look. You continue your line of questioning, relentless.

"Jeesus, okay. So yesterday then?" Click. Yes. "Evening?" Click-click. No. "Morning?!" Click. Yes.

"When's the last time he shower- you know what? Nevermind. Don't want to know."

You turn to Otto, hands on your hips.

"Okay, so you're gonna shower or bathe or whatever you do now that doesn't fry your circuits," you say waving your hands vaguely at his harness. Your tone barters no objection. "And for heaven's sake, dress yourself, Otto, it's bloody freezing in here. You'll catch a cold, you know," you state matter-of-factly.

You look around in the general direction of the kitchen. You frown at the barren countertops.

"I take it the kitchen isn't stocked?"

"Well, I, uh," he sputters eloquently, not expecting the question.

"Instant noodles do not count."

He shakes his head, perplexed at how his evening is turning out.

"Well, I'm going to the store and get us some basics at least. I'll whip up dinner, probably will be ready in an hour or so.

"And Otto?"

"Yes, dear?" The term of endearment slips out before he can catch it, a habit.

"Leave the bloody door unlocked, will you? I would hate to smash another window trying to get in."

"Breaking in, you mean."

"Eh, semantics," you shrug with an easy grin. You give him a quick peck on the cheek before walking off towards the exit of the lair.

He's left there standing, with his hand lingering over the spot you kissed, absolutely confused by the casual way you just walzed into his life again.

He thought, after your last argument, that he would never see you again.

---

An hour or so later, Otto emerges from the bathroom, this time fully dressed.

The comforting smell of a homecooked meal surrounds him. The familiar domesticity of it is suddenly overwhelming. He can feel his eyes start to water. He didn't think he would be able to have this again, after everything. Especially with you.

Wiping at his eyes, he takes a moment to gather himself before entering the kitchen. For a man of his stature, even with four metal contraptions attached to him, he can be very quiet if he wants to be. This grants him a few moments to observe you unnoticed.

Bags of groceries have already been unpacked. There's a basket of fresh fruit on the counter, next to a little basil plant.

You're quite at ease in the unfamiliar kitchen, humming softly while stirring pots and pans he didn't know he even possessed.

While finally draining the pasta, you turn which causes your elbow to knock a glass off the counter. You curse, but before it crashes to the ground, one metal arms shoots out, just in time, to catch it.

If the sudden appearance of the appendages startled you, you don't show it.

"Oh, thank you, you lovely thing," you coo at the arm, gently petting its claws. A pleasant tingle travels up Otto's spine at the touch.

Finally noticing him, you turn and smile. "Come sit," you say, gesturing towards the kitchen table, "Dinner's getting cold."

---

Its a comforting routine, you washing up and him drying the dishes.

After putting the last plate away, he finally adresses you: "We need to talk."

You smile softly at him, sad. You humm before setting your jaw, ready to argue your point once again.

"You know I will not change my mind," you say.

"No, I didn't think you would." He huffs out a laugh, but there's no humour in it. "You always were stubborn."

"Learned from the best." You retort playfully. He grimaces, your attempt at banter falls flat.

"How lovely this evening has been, we cant just carry on like before."

"Why not?"

"I'm a criminal now, a monster."

"Otto, you're not a-"

"What would you call these monsterous things then?" He gestures his hands accusingly to his harnass, to the metal limbs attached to his spine. "Is this the husband you want to present to the world? This- this monster?"

You try to retort, to argue his point. He continues undeterred.

"What kind of life would I offer you, heh?What life would you have, chasing after a villain?"

"One with you, Otto."

"I murdered people," he continues, relentless. He needs you to see, to understand what he has become. "People who were trying to help me. Doctors and nurses. Good people."

"I know."

"Do you? Do you really?" He snarls.

"I know how the arms work. You seem to forget that I helped create these monsterous things, as you call them."

You take one of his claws between your hands, bringing it closer and brushing your lips against the cold metal.

"Those people were trying to detach them, weren't they? With the damage to your spine, it could have killed you. The arms were just acting out of instict. They were just trying to survive, Otto. You can't be held accountable for their actions while you were unconscious."

He scoffs: "Are you so sure about that?"

"I was in the lobby next to the operation room when it happened."

"You were- dear god. Were you- Did I hurt you?" His knees go weak, finally giving out. He ends up up on the floor, his face pressed into your stomach, reverently muttering apologies.

"You didn't- they didnt. They recognised me, Otto. Knew who I was- to you- to them. Once I commanded they stopped, they did. They brought you to safety."

You're stroking his face, tilting in upwards. You bow down and kiss him lightly on his brow.

"I regret the loss of life. I do, really. Those doctors didn't deserve it. But i cant help feeling grateful that you survived, Otto. Does that make me monsterous?"

"Of course it doesn't-"

You cut him off by placing a firm kiss on his lips.

"I love you, and I'm here to stay. You're not getting rid of me quite yet."

With the help of two arms, you get him back on his feet. You card one hand into his hair, the other on his back holding him close to you.

---

Later in bed, you're laying with your head on his padded shoulder.

"I always wanted to be a villains sidekick."

He huffs a laugh, still brittle, but a laugh none the less. You smile.

"What, you don't think I would look good in a spandex suit? "

"Now there's an image."

"Mmh, I would need a proper name, you know."

"What, is mine not horrible enough on its own?"

"Missus Ock?"

"Don't."

"What about Octo-woman?"

"Please stop."

"Octopussy?"

You're hit with a pillow.

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spencerreidsconverse · 3 years

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Bets With a Vegas Boy

summary: When Spencer and Reader make a bet with high stakes, their stubborn sides show, but when a consulting officer has his eyes on reader, Spencer has to step in.

word count: 4.9k

warnings: SMUT (breeding kink, daddy kink, a bit of degradation, semipublic sex,) unrequited flirting, criminal minds style violence, suggested cannibalism, reader has multiple tattoos

Pairing: Spencer Reid/Female Reader

A/N: This took me forever to finish as I was on vacation! I hope you all enjoy it!

“Y/N, have you ever met Reid? You’re supposed to be smart, why would you willingly sign up for this?” You scoffed at JJ’s words. When Penelope Garcia is involved it seems that no news traveled slowly, proven by the entire BAU’s new knowledge of the bet you had made with boy genius after bickering about which of you was more clingy. “JJ, you really underestimate me that much?” She shook her head in disbelief “You know that’s not it, but come on Y/N! Seriously, he’s banned from every casino in Vegas! Why would you bet against that?” “JJ, he was banned because he can count cards. It’s not like we’re playing Black Jack for christ’s sake!” She weighed the idea for a moment and you could see the wheels turning in her head. “Okay that’s true, but still. He’s the most stubborn man I’ve ever met. I seriously hope whatever he has in mind for your forfeit isn’t as bad as yours.” You laughed, imaging Spencer in the predicament you were positive he would be in the thick of by the end of the week.

“I think he’d look good with one, you don’t agree?” JJ rolled her eyes as you both made your way out of the elevator towards the glass doors. “That’s not my point Y/N, don’t you think it’s a little harsh? I mean he’s not like you, how do you know he’d even want one?” You smirked, remembering the first time you’d met Dr. Spencer Reid. You had been brought on to the team a few short years ago after an implemented policy that required an even amount of field agents so there were partners for every investigation. You thought it was a bit condescending, requiring the most brilliant minds in the nation to follow the buddy system, but it gave you a job and for that you were thankful. It had its perks though, one of which being your immediate pairing with Reid. You were as young as him and not far behind in brilliance. What you lacked in eidetic memory and forgein language fluency, you more than made up for in marksmanship and street smarts. You and Reid got along fine, even if it was a bit tense at first. He was thoroughly convinced he didn’t need a babysitter.

“I’m a grown man! Why would I need to be watched every second of the day? The last thing we need is a liability.” you remembered the words like it was yesterday. You had been approaching him from behind, and overheard his rant. “Well, technically since we’re the same age, I’d hardly consider myself a babysitter. Would you trust your child’s care with someone their age?” Spencer had turned himself around so fast he’d almost fallen off the desk he was perched atop. “Y-you must be Agent Y/N! It’s uh nice to meet you?” He cringed at the tone of his voice, and you burst out with giggles before shaking your head. “Don’t worry Dr. Reid, I understand it must be a difficult situation for you. I mean, if I were the resident genius I wouldn’t take too kindly to the idea of being shown up either.” The dark-skinned woman who had previously been engaging him in his sour mood let out a surprised chuckle and you watched his face turn from embarrassment to shock and finally settle on disbelief. “Wh- Excuse me?” You felt your stomach begin to cramp as his reaction made you laugh further and you clutched your files against your chest. You fought to catch your breath for a few seconds before regaining your composure. “Excuse my reaction, Dr. Reid but I couldn’t resist. No hard feelings?” He nodded mutely and you saw a soft smile crack through his mock stern expression. You turned to introduce yourself to the woman next to him, Tara Lewis. You made small talk for a few more minutes while Reid scribbled away at his desk before Emily called all of you to the round table with a case.

Nerves had struck you then, and you stood frozen instead of joining Tara in her stride. “Y/N, everything okay?” You jumped slightly as you heard Reid’s voice from behind you. “Oh! Yes, sorry!” You moved out of his way, trying your best not to stumble over an empty desk and failing miserably. He stretched his hands out and caught you, much to your embarrassment. “Are you sure you’re okay? Are you feeling ill?” You shook your head quickly. “No! No, I'm fine, really.” He looked into your eyes and you tried to ignore the sparks you felt deep in your chest. “Y/N you’re working with profilers now, lying that poorly will never work around here.” His joke succeeded in its attempt to lighten the mood and you let out a soft laugh despite your anxiety. “I’m just a little nervous I guess. I didn’t expect to have a case so soon.” He nodded and his thumb absentmindedly rubbed soothing circles on your sleeve. “I understand. We all felt that way at first. I won’t say it’s easy, but we’re all here to support you. Take a few deep breaths.” You did as he instructed and you felt your nerves ease as he consoled you. “That’s better. Besides, what could you have to worry about? You have the best partner here.” You laughed, and he released your arm. “I’ll meet you in there.” and with that he left you standing there trying to lock down the feelings he had just arisen in you. “Nice Y/N, crush on your partner first thing. What a great start.” you muttered to yourself

A few moments later you joined the rest of the team at the table and quickly reviewed the case, before lifting off 45 minutes later to a small town in Georgia. Everything felt like a whirlwind and you did your best to keep up. True to what Spencer had said, the team helped you get your bearings and by the end of the night you were making great strides along with the rest of them. It was near midnight when Emily dismissed you all to the hotel a few blocks away to get a few hours of rest. You were thankful, having poorly attempted to drown your tiredness with watery coffee from the small pot at the station, and you made your way to the hotel as swiftly as you could manage. When you were all gathered in the lobby, Emily handed out the keycards and it quickly dawned on you how the room assignments would work. You tried to shake off the thought and prayed that the night would go quickly. It made sense to just put the partners together, it made keeping track of everyone easier and allowed for quick communication between the team. You told yourself all the reasons it was logical as you made your way up to your room.

Spencer left you to your thoughts, but he could see how hard you were focusing. He unlocked the door and the lights switched on as you both made your way towards your beds. You heard him ask you something, and turned awkwardly to face him “Sorry, what’d you say?” He looked at you, a mix of amusement and concern on his face. “I asked if you wanted to shower first. Are you okay?” “Oh! Yeah, thanks. I’m okay, just thinking about the case.” You hoped you had lied better this time and were relieved that he seemed to buy it. “Just try to shut your mind off of it for now, I know it’s hard. Trust me, you’ll feel much better when you’re refreshed.” You nodded at his words and pulled some pajamas out of your go-bag. “Thanks Spencer. I’ll try not to take too long.” He shrugged you off “No worries, take your time.” You shut yourself behind the door and tried to shake the feelings out of your head. “Get a grip Y/N. You’re being crazy.” You scolded yourself before showering. You hurried despite Spencer’s insistence and quickly made your way out of the shower to dry yourself off. You applied lotion to your ink-covered skin and slipped on your shorts and t-shirt before drying your hair as fast as you could and making your way out of the bathroom. You dropped your folded clothes on top of your bag, alerting Spencer that you were done.

“That was fast, you really didn’t have to-” his words died in his throat as he looked up from the file in his lap and caught sight of your legs, covered in the intricate artwork that stretched across the skin. You tried to ignore his watchful gaze. “It’s no problem! I wanted to save you some hot water.” He thanked you quietly and made his way to the bathroom hurriedly, trying not to look at you again. You tried to fall asleep but you couldn’t get him out of your head. A few more minutes passed and he made his way over to his bed, trying to will the awkward tension out of the room. You both eventually managed to fall asleep without speaking another word.

The tension continued to grow over the next few months and the rest of the team were getting sick of watching you two dance around each other. You both denied any advances, shot down the chance to go out on any of the numerous blind dates members of the team offered to set up, and chose instead to trade glances across the bullpen and divulge your personal lives over breakroom lunches. Eventually, they made plans for a team outing and convinced you both to attend. Penelope made reservations at a nice restaurant, announcing that everyone just had to try their food. That night however, you showed up to Spencer waiting awkwardly at a table for two in the back corner with a sour face. “Where’s the rest of the team?” You asked him, taking the seat across from him. “Apparently they’ve all had to cancel. Luckily, the reservation was for two.” His eyes narrowed in suspicion and you made a mental note to scold Garcia. “Well, since we’re here I’m happy to eat. I’m starving.” Spencer’s eyes lit up and he nodded eagerly, agreeing with you. After an evening of great food and better wine, the rest was history, and you found yourself thanking Garcia the next day instead. You and Spencer had been dating for just over two years now, though he’d be able to count it down to the second you’d showed up looking angelic at the restaurant that night. You both complimented each other perfectly and you had a relationship stronger than either of you could have dreamed of.

“Hello?? Y/N are you even listening to me?” JJ’s words and nudge against your shoulder brought you back to present day and you snapped your eyes back to her face. “Yes! Sorry JJ I was just thinking… Anyways, we’ve talked about it before. He loves all of mine, and he’s talked about getting one. He’s just afraid of the pain, and too indecisive to choose what he wants.” You blushed softly as you thought about the many nights spent in your shared bed, Spencer tracing the black lines with his fingertips. He adored them and thought they made you especially unique, not to mention he found them extremely sexy. He favored the black sun on your ribcage, shaded to perfection. Even when you were clothed he would run his hand along the fabric that covered the piece.

“Well still, if you do happen to win, I can’t imagine he’ll go along with it.” You smirked and shook your head. “We’ll see about that JJ.” You both sat at your desks, and began to work through your piles of paperwork. You were thankful there was no case that needed your immediate attention, but paperwork always made you feel like a nap by the time lunch came around. You pushed yourself away from your desk, and stood to find yourself nearly chest to chest with your boyfriend who had stood at the same time. “Oh, sorry Spence. I just need coffee.” You maneuvered your way around him, missing the way he would usually grab your hips to aid you. He followed you to the break room and you poured him a cup as well leaving plenty of room for sugar. Instead of handing it to him with a quick peck on the cheek however, you left it on the counter to be picked up. “You really think you can go a week without touching me?” You heard his voice from the doorway. “It’s already been 3 days.” You said uninterestedly with a shrug, and he eyed you suspiciously. “Okay fine, no. I just think I can go longer than you can.” You finally admitted, smirking back at him.

He grabbed the mug from the counter, adding several teaspoons of sugar before taking a sip. “We’ll see about that. You’re the one that’s always curling yourself around me.” You rolled your eyes playfully. “Oh yeah, like you hate it. You’re the one that’s always rubbing my back and holding my hand under tables. Even when we’re on the metro home you’ve got your hand in mine.” He narrowed his eyes at you and stuck his tongue out, making you chuckle. “Very mature Dr. Reid. I can’t wait to win.” He opened his mouth to argue but was interrupted by Luke who stuck his head in to alert you both of the new case you’d be working. You let out a long sigh. “So much for paperwork.” The three of you made your way to the round table and sat, Spencer curling his hand into a fist to keep himself from subconsciously reaching over to place his hand on your leg.

“So, we are assisting in a local case this time, with Washington state PD about a string of murders in the homeless community. However, there’s been hefty construction in their field office so they will be joining us here.” Penelope quickly took the lead after Emily’s announcement and filled you all in about the details. She ran through the few details the local PD managed to uncover on their own and the team had only managed a few minutes of brainstorming when a group of police officers made their way through the glass doors of the BAU. There were only a handful of officers which surprised all of you, and Emily led the rest of you out of the conference room, beelining her way to the chief. “Hello, Landon. It’s nice to see you again.” She shook his hand briefly. “Likewise Emily, though I wish it was under different circumstances.” “As do I. I’m sorry for the miscommunication, I was under the impression that your entire force would be joining us. Is that not the case?” The chief, Landon Bridges you now knew him as, shook his head. “We knew you had a pretty tight space and we have a lot of members. I brought a few people from each department and figured it’d be easiest to fill everyone else in periodically. We didn’t want to overflow your space and leave no room to work.” Emily nodded and rested her hand on his shoulder. “I appreciate the thought, thank you. This is the rest of my team. SSAs Jennifer Jareau, Luke Alves, Matt Simmons, David Rossi, Y/N Y/L/N, Drs Spencer Reid and Tara Lewis, and our technical analyst Penelope Garcia.” You all gestured as Emily quickly introduced you, and a short time later you were all acquainted and working throughout the bullpen. You and Spencer were just beginning to start the geographical profile when one of the Washington police officers, Kline, made his way over to you. “Pardon me agents, do you need any help?” You looked up from your section of the grid lines and smiled at him which he returned brightly, but before you could answer, Spencer dismissed him. Kline’s face fell slightly but he nodded and made his way over to where Tara and Luke were reviewing the last known areas of the victims.

You turned and stared at Spencer in disbelief. He looked up after a few seconds, feeling your eyes burning a hole through the top of his head. “Yes?” You glared at him harder, before railing into him in a hushed tone “Don’t ‘yes?’ me. That was insanely rude. They’re here to help us! Quit acting all high and mighty.” He stared back at you and you saw the stubbornness light up his eyes. “Why should I? We could solve this case twice as fast without them getting in the way.” He knew he was talking too loud, and was more than aware of Kline who was staring at his back with a sour look resting on his face. “Spencer! I don’t know what your problem is, but you need to fix it. You’re being an ass.” He rolled his eyes and you both let out a sigh before looking back down at the maps covering the desktop beneath you.

A few hours passed before you and Spencer finished the geographical profile, and you gestured Kline over to ask him a few questions about the area you’d narrowed down. Spencer noticed he had made his way to your side and bit his lip to keep himself silent. “Officer Kline, can you tell me anything about this area of the block? It seems like a lot of our victims were last seen in this area.” He eyed the map where red ink stained the paper and pondered for a few seconds. “Well, there’s not much out there really. A few older shops and some construction to the east” he gestured to the empty spot of land on the map “but nothing of real interest. We don’t usually get calls for the homeless population over here either. There’s not really much shelter so they don’t usually go towards this way” Your brow furrowed and you nodded, thanking him but before he could get another word in Spencer piped up. “Kline, if the homeless population doesn’t “Go that way” he mocked the officer in front of you, and Kline tensed up in response “then why are they all disappearing from the area? Does that make sense to you?”

Kline struggled to respond and you glared at Spencer before assuring Kline there was no need for him to pay Spencer any mind, excusing his behavior with a rambling about late nights and too little coffee. Kline walked away and you stared Spencer down for several seconds before making your way towards the main group to deliver the geographic profile, leaving Spencer to sulk. You continued to avoid Spencer until you were sent out to investigate the block you sectioned off with Emily and JJ. You opted to drive which left Spencer in the passenger seat, fuming at your silent treatment and JJ and Emily trying to fight the tension in the SUV to no avail.

You parked the SUV a few blocks away and the four of you walked the rest of the way to avoid raising too much suspicion. You were standing in the center of the unsubs hot zone when you noticed a line of people clustered in front of one of the more rundown buildings. The building had wide front windows that had been taped over with brown paper, as well as the glass doors. You and Spencer approached the group warily, trying to get closer to see the poorly written signs on the door.

“DISCOUNT MEAT - PRE-COOKED”

“12pm-12am”

You gestured Emily and JJ over and the four of you quickly aimed to disperse the crowd much to their displeasure. After several minutes of arguing and multiple badge flashes you managed to succeed and stood outside the door ready to investigate once the owner opened his doors. Fifteen minutes had passed without any sign of movement from the inside and Spencer began to shift anxiously, causing you to do the same. A few more seconds passed and you heard the locks on the door click, reaching your hand around to rest on your holster automatically. As soon as the door opened, Emily pushed through holding her badge and announcing the reason for your investigation.

The shop owner immediately demanded you leave and not return unless you had a warrant. “Actually, because this is no longer a registered business it becomes property of the town and therefore is subject to any kind of local or national investigation under Property law 14, sections 3a-3f go more in depth about the issue if you feel the need to verify.” Spencer explained the situation while sifting through the counter drawers, leaving the man to sit in silent rage while Emily and JJ questioned him. You bent over to fiddle with a padlock on a hollowed bench seat on the far wall and pulled one of the pins out of your hair to pick it. A few seconds of tampering later, the lock gave way with a satisfying click and you pulled the bench open. A rancid smell hit your nose and stomach before you could process what you were seeing. Body parts were wrapped in butcher's paper and poorly taped, and you fought to keep your breakfast down as you slammed the bench shut. Emily then stood the man up and cuffed him, while reciting the miranda rights. JJ followed her out and you followed her quickly, trying and failing to erase the memory from your mind.

Back at the office, the rest of the team and several of the officers had already begun processing the unsubs case and there was little left to be done by the time you returned. You filled out your files and quickly wrote out your account of the incident before heading to the breakroom for a cup of coffee. You pulled your mug down from the shelf and pressed your favorite individual pod into the machine and pressed the button to let it run. You were digging in the fridge for your creamer when a deep voice startled you

“Little late for coffee isn’t it?” You turned swiftly to find Kline standing in the doorway and you let out a small sigh. “When you work like we do, it’s never too late for coffee” You smiled and made your cup to your taste, taking a long sip. You expected Kline to just grab what he wanted and leave, but instead he continued to make awkward conversation despite you going so far as to begin scrolling through your phone. “So, that Spencer guy is really a piece of work huh?” You fought the urge to roll your eyes and instead remained focused on your screen, telling yourself that he just didn’t get the chance to see the good side of Spencer like everyone else there had. “He’s really not a bad guy, he’s just had a long day. We all have.” Kline nodded but moved closer to you, so close that you could smell his headache-inducing cologne. “I’m just saying, if I had the opportunity to work with you every day, I wouldn’t waste my time arguing with you. I’d treat you right.”

You shifted uncomfortably, praying he would pick up on your uneasiness and back off but instead he moved to corner you against the counter. You tried to excuse yourself but your voice caught in your throat.

“Kline, I really overestimated you. I figured even a man as dimwitted as yourself would be able to tell when a woman isn’t interested but here we are.” Your head snapped up towards the doorway where Spencer was standing. Kline turned around and prepared himself to tell your boyfriend off when he froze. Spencer had the look in his eye that sent chills down your spine and made it very aware to Kline that there was no use fighting. He quickly left the room and you and Spencer held eye contact for several seconds before he spoke again “Meet me in the storage room at the end of the hall in 2 minutes.” His voice made your legs feel weak and you nodded, dumping the contents of your mug down the drain, keeping your pace in check as you slipped into the hallway.

You had barely unlatched the door when Spencer pushed it the rest of the way open and you felt yourself being dragged into the dimly lit space. You barely had time to let out a surprised squeak when you felt his lips against your throat, turning your noise into one of pleasure. His kisses quickly turned sharp, applying the expertly rehearsed amount of pressure to avoid marks but to still send shockwaves of heat to your core. “Spence” his name left your lips in a whine while he busied himself unbuttoning your blouse. “Spencer, you just lost the bet.” You felt a smirk grow across your face that disappeared as he hiked your skirt up to your hips while rubbing your clit through your panties. “Fuck the bet, Y/N. I’m sick of seeing you walk around here clueless. You know I’ve been all over Kline’s ass, little girl?” His voice dropped lower and he lifted you up to push you against the wall. “It’s because he couldn’t stop looking at yours.” You let out a moan as he pushed your panties to the side, slipping two of his fingers into you.

“Fuck baby, you’re so wet. Did me getting all protective of you turn you on? You like making daddy jealous?” You shook your head as well as you could manage, trying to keep your volume in check. “Answer me pet, or you’re not gonna get daddy’s cock in you like I know you’re desperate for.” You whimpered at his words “No! I-I wasn’t trying to make you jealous daddy I swear!” You stuttered as he began to spread you further with his fingers. He smiled against the exposed skin of your chest before removing his fingers. “That’s my good girl. You ready for daddy?” You nodded as he fiddled with his belt buckle, moaning in anticipation as he released his cock from his slacks. You bit your lip as he ran the tip over your folds, sucking in a harsh breath as he pushed himself deep inside you. He let you adjust for a moment while he sucked at your neck again. “Daddy, please move. Please, I need you.” He let his hips move, pulling almost all the way out of you before slamming you forward into the wall again. You let out a moan as he thrusted in and out of you. You felt like your skin was on fire, the lack of touch over the past days made everything more intense.

A few more minutes passed and you felt yourself growing dangerously close to the edge. “Spence I’m gonna cum” you felt his pace grow even more rapid and he circled your clit with his thumb. “I’m gonna cum inside you angel. I’m gonna fill you up with my kid. You want that huh? Want everyone to know that you belong to me, don’t you?” You moaned at his words “God yes, please daddy. Please cum inside me!” You felt his hips stutter under you and a familiar warmth as you finally climaxed. Your toes curled and your head fell back against the wall, trying to catch your breath.

“God Y/N that was amazing.” You let out a soft whimper as he pulled out of you and lowered you back down to your feet. He kissed you, pulling you closer than before. “I love you Spencer. Only you.” He touched the tip of his nose to yours and returned your words, while you both caught your breath. A few minutes later you both exited the closet, and tried to smoothly make your way back to your desks. Washington PD had finished the bureau required paperwork and had already left so things were much quieter.

You had just sat down when JJ looked up from her computer. “So Spence, whatcha gonna get?” His head snapped up and your cheeks flushed. “Wh-What?” he managed to stutter out. “From the diner? Garcia said she would run out and get dinner.” You both let out simultaneous sighs of relief and told her what you wanted, settling in for a long night.

The next weekend you had free, you found yourselves in one of your favorite spots. The low pitched buzzing added to Spencer’s anxiety as he tried to divert his focus to the bright neon signs. You held his hand, stroking it with your thumb as you waited for your tattoo artist and best friend, Vannessa, to finish Spencer’s design. You tried to distract him but before long she called you back to the table and you heard his breathing quicken. You helped him get settled on the table while Vannessa applied the stencil. She adjusted it until Spencer and you both approved and then she started. Spencer tightened his grip on your hand as she traced the lines while you murmured words of encouragement in his ear. Half an hour later, she was running Spencer through the after care process while wrapping his forearm up. You paid her and made your way out of the shop after thanking her.

Slipping into the driver’s seat, you watched as Spencer carefully maneuvered his way into the car, fastening his seatbelt and resting his arm against the door. The streetlight shining through his window highlighted his forearm perfectly, revealing the perfectly mimicked shape of a shaded black sun.

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𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮 𝔂𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓼. | 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽 2

𝔹 𝕒 𝕜 𝕦 𝕘 𝕠 𝕦 𝕂 𝕒 𝕥 𝕤 𝕦 𝕜 𝕚

⇴ male reader [24, pro-hero, alpha, quirk: ice-phoenix] ⇴ all characters are depicted as [18]+

↣ rating: mature ↣ warnings: abo universe

part 1.

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“… his quirk activated about two months ago. You have no fucking idea how excited he was when he found out it was related to your quirk.”, Katsuki giggled at the end.

He had been talking about Hiroto for almost an hour now and there were still so many things left unsaid. Bakugou wanted you to know everything. All you had missed those past years. However, when he suddenly heard a little sniffle, it broke his heart just further.

“I’m sorry…”, was all he could say in a hushed voice in that moment.

Though you just shook your head and hugged him, head buried in his chest.

“It’s okay… tell me more. Please.”, you mumbled back, trying to keep your tears at bay. But listening to everything you had missed was… painful, to say the least.

Wrapping his own arms around you, the Omega hugged you tightly against his smaller body. Bakugou wanted you to know he wasn’t going to vanish again. And even though it was hard for him to keep on talking, because he could vividly feel your inner Alpha’s turmoil, he just had to do it.

So, he kept talking about what you had missed the past three years.

“Hiroto will be home soon. How about we take a shower and let some fresh air into the apartment?”, Katsuki said eventually and you nodded.

“Sounds good.”

“I hope he’s okay though… It was pretty stressful for him meeting you and having to let go again…”

“Hey…”, you took his hand and squeezed it, “Hiro won’t have to let go again. Everything will turn out okay. Don’t worry.”, you kissed his forehead and therefore earned his soft smile.

“You’re right.”

You just put on your clothes again when the bell rang, just in time. Following Bakugou into the little hallway and to the front door, your heart was beating way too fast. Why were you nervous now? You had met Hiroto yesterday. It’s not something to be nervous about. But you couldn’t help it.

Once he opened the door, Hiroto came in, his plushy Popo hugged against his chest again. He didn’t look too happy and Katsuki’s friend also just shrugged helplessly. However, it only took a few seconds before the little one realized the different scent and looked up, seeing you standing there a few meters away.

“Oh…”, was the only thing that escaped his mouth before tears welled up in his eyes and then a sob followed soon after.

Hence why you instantly kneeled down and reached out your arms, which Hiroto gladly accepted as he rushed to your side. He even let go of Popo just so he could cling onto your t-shirt, the little phoenix plush falling onto the floor.

Hearing your son’s sobs truly ripped your heart in two, but you know it was because he missed you. Even though he had only seen you on TV, you were his Daddy and he had waited for so long.

Katsuki just thanked his friend, his only fiend, really, for taking care of Hiro last night and even when he asked if he wanted a cup of coffee, Aki just shook his head and grinned. Gesturing with his head towards you and Hiroto, he simply said, “Maybe next time, Bakugou.”

And then walked away, which Bakugou was quite thankful for. There were still so many things he needed to do, now that you were here.

“Hiroto, are you happy?”, Katsuki asked his son after he picked up Popo from the ground.

Hiro, who was snuggling into your arms, crying and sniffling, just nodded. Though, when realization sank in, he suddenly sat back up to look at you.

“You… you won’t… go again… Daddy… wright?”, those [eye.color] eyes were filled with so much fear and sadness as he anticipated your answer.

And with a small smile, you looked to Bakugou who then also stepped closer to wrap his arm around your waist. Your own around his shoulder, the other holding Hiroto securely.

“No… I will stay, Hiro. Daddy will stay.”

With that, your son was crying once again, but this time, only because he was so happy.

Since you and Bakugou had slept in quite a bit and Akitoshi had brought Hiroto over just before lunch, Katsuki made something very quick, but healthy for the little boy. You on the other hand were out buying something from the convenience store for Katsuki and you.

It was a little weird. Like… having a family. Every time you had to think back to yesterday. Whenever you caught a glimpse of the time, you couldn’t help but think, “Just yesterday I was clueless and so … hurt and now…?”

But the moment you came home to Bakugou’s apartment and you heard Hiroto’s excited call, it all felt so weirdly… familiar. Intimate. As if you had done all of that all along and you were never apart.

“Ah, [Your.name]? Can you put Hiro down for his nap?”, Bakugou asked you and took the small bag from the convenience store.

“I’ll reheat these in the meantime.”

“But Pappaaaaa! I am not tiwred at all!”, he whined and then reached out to you with his little hands.

“I want to keep on… pwaying with Daddy…”

You were melting. So cute. Though, with a wet wipe, you gently wiped away all the food that was stuck around his little mouth and cheeks and hands and said, “I know Hiro. Daddy wants to keep playing with you, too, but even the strongest little heroes need to take a nap sometimes.”

“Even Daddy?”, with wide [eye.color] eyes he looked at you, making you giggle a little.

“Even Daddy.”

Meanwhile, Bakugou just stood there, his heart melting and so close to crying. No, he wasn’t usually this emotional and he was quite embarrassed when he turned back to quickly wipe them away, but… He was stupid; so, so stupid. And he regretted what happened three years ago even more now – if that was even possible. Katsuki wholeheartedly thought he didn’t deserve another chance from you. He hurt you so much and yet, you were ready to forgive him. He didn’t deserve that at all.

You sensed Bakugou’s sadness and distress. Your inner Alpha was pacing up and down frantically, hence why, when you picked Hiroto up, you walked over to the counter where he was standing.

“Katsuki?”, your Alpha circled his inner Omega before cuddling into it and just like that, he was a little more at ease.

“I love you.”, you whispered and kissed his forehead.

Katsuki instantly reaching out and putting his hand over yours that was holding Hiroto.

“I love you, too.”, then he looked at Hiroto and softly pinched his chubby cheek to make him giggle.

“Goodnight, Hiro.”

“Goodnight, Pappa.”, the little one waved when you carried him away into his room.

Taking a deep breath, Katsuki wiped over his face once more to calm down again. There were many things you still had to talk about. And he was a little scared when he thought about it, but at the same time, he wanted to know – no – he needed to know. What’s going to happen next?

After a few minutes, you came back into the kitchen. Bakugou ready with his two plates and reheated food.

“Let’s eat.”

“Yes.”

And then it was silent once you sat down at the kitchen table.

Another few minutes passed, no one talked. You both knew the next topic was hard to talk about. Neither wanted to be the first to ask what was going to happen next, but eventually, Bakugou was the one to jump into the cold water.

“So…”, he poked his food more than anything, “[Your.name]… What’s going to happen next?”

The question weighed down your heart. What WAS going to happen next? But then, your eyes caught a glimpse of his engagement ring. So, you reached out your hand to touch his, your thumb brushing over the ring.

“I wonder, if everything’s going too fast? Maybe we should do it slowly, but also…”

“Everything feels like we’ve never separated. It feels familiar.”, he said, taking your hand and lacing your fingers together.

“Yeah…. I feel so, too.”, you smiled and squeezed his hand.

“I… I want to say something very selfish, but… I think I’ve been selfish enough the past years.”, he then said in a hushed voice, not even sure if he wanted you to hear.

But you heard him clearly.

“It’s okay.”, that smile of yours was seriously the death of him soon.

Pushing his plate away, he placed his other hand on top of his own. Ruby eyes closed for a moment, before he looked up, gulping one last time before he said, “I want to marry you. I want to continue where we left off three years ago, I… want to be a family. I want you to be Hiroto’s father and I want to be your husband. But I know that’s so much and I… I understand if you can't do that-“

“No.”, you interrupted him.

“No, I want it too.”

“[Your.name]…”

Reaching out your hand as well, you held both of his and smiled at him.

“We’ve been going through so much and even though there is this three year gap, I... want to continue where we left off, too. I want you to marry me and I want to be Hiro’s father. I want to be with you. Yesterday I was struggling to find a reason to stand up in the morning. But- that’s the past. I’ve been hung up on the past for these past years and I’ve had enough. You’re here now. And that’s what matters to me. And if you really feel so too, then, I want to continue where we left off three years ago, too.”

That’s when he broke down again, tears slowly running over his cheeks, before he stood up abruptly. The chair flew back and not even one second later, Bakugou had circled the table and hugged you.

“Oh- Haha I don’t remember you being so emotional.”, you chuckled, but hugged him tightly nonetheless.

His own cried and also somewhat laughed “Shut up.” truly brought you back to your teenage days.

“I don’t deserve you. I hurt you so fucking much, I’ve been so selfish and yet… You still want me. How?”

“Katsuki…”, grabbing his thighs you pulled him onto your lap once you’ve pushed back from the table a bit.

“Listen. You’re my everything.”, cupping his face, you ‘forced’ him to look at you, “And God knows I am a dumb idiot hopelessly in love with you. Yes, you hurt me. Yes, it was hard and yes, sometimes I hated you or at least I told myself I would, but… it’s over now.”

Reaching out to his bonding mark from yesterday, it sent a jolt right through him when you just barely touched it.

“You’re my mate. And I won’t ever let you go again. I love you. I’ve always loved you and I will always love you. That’s just how it is. And that won’t changes. I’m ready for a new beginning. With you and Hiroto.”

Bakugou was just speechless. All he could do was sniffle and shake his head. He didn’t deserve you.

“I promise I won’t hurt you again.”, was all he could whisper while he hugged you.

And that was all you needed to hear.

In the afternoon, you, Katsuki and Hiroto walked to the small inn you had stayed at so you would check out in time and not cause any trouble. However, as your son watched you come out with a suitcase, his little eyes got all sad again. Hence why you kneeled down and gently ruffled his spiky hair he surely had from his Pappa.

“Hey, it’s okay, Hiro. Daddy won’t go.”

“Wreally…?”, his tiny hand grabbed your big one as tightly as he could.

“Really.”, you smiled at him before standing back up.

“I talked with my agency and told them I’ll extend my leave for a few weeks.”, you were now talking to Bakugou.

“I’ve worked days and nights for so long. It’s time to take a small time out.”, wrapping your arm around his waist, the other was still holding Hiro’s hand.

“I’m glad.”, kissing your cheek, he nuzzled his head against yours for a moment.

“Aren’t you happy Daddy’s coming home with us?”, he then reached out and took Hiro’s other hand.

“YEESSHHH!”, the little one cheered, grinning from ear to ear when you walked away from the inn.

It wasn’t long, however, until you walked by the park he and Hiroto visited frequently. Thus, the little “Oh, Pappa!” came fairly quickly.

“Hiro, we need to go home first.”

“But Paaaappaaa!”, the little one whined before looking up, “Daddy can I go park and pwlay?”

It was hard resisting him, truly hard. So you looked at Pappa.

“Maybe just a little?”

And as Katsuki looked at you and his son, he couldn’t help but sigh, but also smile a little.

“Fine, but only a little, okay, Hiro?”

“Yessshh!”

Just like that, the little family walked over and while you and Bakugou sat down on one of the benches, Hiroto was playing in the grass and sand.

Leaning against you, your arm was slung around him, and Katsuki’s head was resting on your shoulder. It was pretty quiet as you both just watched Hiro play for a little while. But it wasn’t an awkward silence. You just relished this moment between you both. The inner Alpha and Omega were purring and happy.

However, after a few minutes, Bakugou looked down and saw your suitcase which got him thinking.

“[Your.name]?”

“Hm?”

“What are we gonna do about the living situation?”, he asked and sat up to look at you properly.

“To be honest… I have thought of something. You know I… have a house.”

Blinking twice, Katsuki didn’t understand for a second.

“You mean… really?”

“Yeah. I told you I worked day and night to forget… you, you know? And I had so much money that I didn’t know what to do with it. I was just depressed and didn’t know how to spend it, so I went ahead and build a house. It… reminded me of the dreams we had and the plans we wanted for our future.”

That really hit Bakugou critically. Guilt immediately washed over him.

“Which, in hindsight, wasn’t the best idea because after I moved into the big space I felt even more alone and more depressed…”

It hurts to listen to that, because Bakugou knew it was all his fault. Reaching out his hand, he gently touched your cheek, which immediately made the Alpha in you purr and lean against the soft gesture.

“So… what I wanted to say is, you and Hiroto could move in. It’s in Sashiogi so it’s calm and not the buzzling streets of Tokyo. But commuting to Tokyo for the job is easy and rather quick. Since I felt quite lonely in the big house I did rent a small apartment in Tokyo to get in and out of work quickly. The furniture is not really used and overall the house is pretty empty ‘cuz I didn’t have the willpower to fill it so we need to buy a lot of things and-“, you didn’t know why you couldn’t stop talking. Maybe you were just nervous to find out what Bakugou might think of your plan.

But in the end, he cut you off with a quick kiss and a small smile. Then Katsuki turned to Hiroto who was playing in the grass.

“I’d love to move in.”, slowly, he turned back to look at you again, “And be a family. I do have a little bit of money saved as well so we can buy furniture and other things we need. We can make it cozy and homey so you won’t have to ever feel lonely again.”, the last part he barely whispered as he cuddled closer.

Katsuki’s Omega instantly purring as it rubbed itself against your Alpha for comfort. Which, inevitably, made you smile as you pulled your fiancé closer and kissed him gently.

“I’d love that.”

However, the intimate moment was interrupted by a needy “Daaadddyyy!”, which only made you giggle a little. It was still odd to have that responsibility but it was also a nice feeling.

“I’m coming.”, like that, you let go of your Omega before kneeling down besides your son.

As Bakugou watched you both, he wondered how he had managed to live three years without your support and love. If he wouldn’t have done something so drastic and just vanished, Hiroto could have had you by his side from the beginning, but because he was selfish – though shaking his head slightly, Katsuki interrupted his own thoughts. It was over now. Nothing he could do about it besides regret that decision every day for the rest of his life, but even that wouldn’t help anyone. Right now, all he could do was make it up to you by giving you a family and unconditional love.

Ruby eyes fluttered open at the sound of a door closing. The room was barely lit by the moon outside. Though Katsuki’s first reaction was to reach to the other side. You weren’t there, but the side was still warm. Maybe you just went to the bathroom? So, he turned around and tried to fall asleep again.

However, when 15 minutes passed and the clock struck three at last, he sat up. What were you doing? His Omega was a bit antsy, hence why eventually, Katsuki stood up and walked out of his small bedroom and into the hallway. Since his apartment wasn’t the biggest, he easily found you sitting at the table in the kitchen after a few seconds.

You just stared out the window. He wondered what you were thinking…

Walking up to you, he knew you had recognized him due to his scent already, he gently put his hand on your shoulder. Instantly, you reached out and touched his as well. A silent, sweet gesture as you both stood there for a few moments.

Before Bakugou dared to disrupt the silence.

“Can’t sleep?”

“Mmm…”

Then it was quiet yet again for a few moments until-

“You know. It’s so… odd. Every time I try to wrap my head around what happened I am even more confused. Just a few days ago I had no idea Hiroto even existed, it’s just…”, you didn’t know how to continue and just shook your head.

“[Your.name]… If this is going too fast, I can completely understand, we can wait and do it slowly and-“

“No, no, that’s not it, Kat. It’s just…”, then you turned to him and pulled him closer and onto your lap.

“Is this really… real? Am I not just dreaming? I still can’t believe all of this is happening. I’m scared I’m going to close my eyes and everything turns out to be an illusion or a dream.”

His heart sank into the pit of his stomach hearing that. He knew everything was going so fast and others might frown upon you both doing things so quickly after not hearing anything from each other for three years. But there weren’t any things left unsaid.

You had yelled at each other. You had cried together. You had talked it out. You had bonded with each other. You had forgiven him.

Right now, it felt like you had never been apart. Familiar. Intimate.

Now, the only thing you both could do was wait for time to heal the scars he had left in your heart and soul.

… Well, there was one more thing Katsuki could do to make sure you would realize this was real.

“You ain’t dreaming.”, cupping your cheek, he pushed you back against the chair, his lips brushing against your own, “I’ll make sure you know this is very real.”

Like that, he connected your lips. A heated kiss ignited. Mouths tangled and arms slung around your neck. The Omega purred and the Alpha growled as you embraced each other.

This was not a dream.

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⇻ salem.talks: why do I feel like it would be funny to write a bonus part where the friends react to them being back together and finding out the real reason aka hiroto askdjhaf well idk if I’ll do that to myself lmao

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winter-soldier-vibes · 3 years

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You’re not going to work (Bucky x Reader)

Bucky x reader

Word count: 1612

Summary: Bucky comes back from a long mission so excited to see you. Little does he know, you have a full schedule that day. At least, you planned to. No way is he going to wait any longer.

Warnings: no explicit anything this is mainly just fluff. The ending hints at a few things but really, Bucky just wants cuddles.

A/N: This is just a fun one I had an idea for. One night right before I fell asleep I was like ‘Bucky would be cute begging for cuddles’ and voila. It’s a bit of a change of pace for me but I hope you enjoy it!

A/N 2 : This is my first time writing something like this so I apologize if it’s not fantastic.

Tags: @abitgryffindorky @buckys2thicc @buckfics @thatfangirl42 @freigeistundanderes

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Bucky nearly collapsed back into his seat on the quinjet after boarding. He might have had the serum, but that didn’t mean he was immune from exhaustion and soreness. He’d be fine by tomorrow but for right now, all he can do is lean back and close his eyes.

He was fine with going on missions. It was a part of the job, and he enjoyed helping people. Beating HYDRA’s ass was also a nice plus. He was also able to plan for it: he knew when a mission would be and approximately how long it would be. He knew what to expect.

For the most part, mission briefings were pretty accurate. Some are overestimated.

Some are gravely underestimated.

They expected to be home later the night they left. Bucky scoffed now at the idea of that. They had been fighting for a few days, with roughly a few hours scattered throughout to regroup. He had prepared himself to not see you for 12 hours at most.

It had been 4 days. He was exhausted, he was sore, but more painful than that, he missed you.

He wanted nothing more than to come back to the compound, ignore all traffic laws on the way to your shared apartment, and spend the entire day with you in his arms.

He sighed contently. He couldn’t wait. So when he arrived back and saw that you were dressed for work, his heart stuttered.

He was meant to get back Friday night. It was now Tuesday morning, and you had a day full of meetings.

You still had your back to him as he entered. When you heard the door close, you turned around, a smile spreading wide on your face.

“You’re back!” you said excitedly, staying in your place. You were so happy to see him, but your smile faltered slightly when you saw how worn out he looked. He smiled back at you, but you could tell the mission had been brutal on him.

Still he walked toward you and moved to hug you and you stepped back. Bucky looked like you had kicked him.

“Sorry, I just… I have work.” you said, looking down at your white blouse.

“Too bad,” he said, pulling you in for a hug.

“Bucky!” you exclaimed, trying to pull back. Bucky wouldn’t budge though, and you were no match for the grip of his bear hug. He held you tightly and closed his eyes, despite your squirming.

“Bucky, please, I have to go. I’m gonna be late.”

“I don’t care. I was 4 days late coming home, you can be a day late to work,” he said.

You laughed a little, trapped in his embrace. It was a nice place to be, but not when you had a meeting starting in 30 minutes. “Bucky, I want nothing more than to stay with you, but it doesn’t work that way.”

“Doesn’t it?” he asked, pulling back to look at you while still holding you tightly. “Call in, tell them you have a personal emergency.”

“And what would that emergency be?”

“You have to take care of your sick boyfriend,” he said innocently.

You bit back a smile and a laugh. “And what’s the diagnosis?”

His eyes darted away for a second before he shook his head slightly. “Irrelevant. All I know is that you’re the cure. There’s no way to tell how sick I’ll get if you leave.”

“Ah, I see,” you said, playing along with it. He was giving you his puppy eyes. The ones you never used to be able to say no to. Damn those eyes - they could kill or get you to fold to anything. You had gotten better at standing your ground though, saying “Well, I am all yours tonight, but right now, I need to go to work,” as you finally wrestled out of his embrace.

You were used to puppy eyes, but that didn’t mean you were used to his kicked-puppy eyes.

You sighed. 106 year old ex-assassin in full tactical gear, covered in mud and a few scrapes looked like he was about to cry because you wouldn’t call in sick to give him cuddles. It was cute, and you felt bad. But at some point you had to stand your ground.

“Please?” he asked, borderline whining but he didn’t care. All he cared about was keeping you from walking out of the door.

“Bucky I -”

“Fine,” he said, dropping the puppy eyes and walking towards you. You looked at him confused. “Bucky what are you -” you yelped in surprise as he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. “You’ve been kidnapped. Your boss can’t blame you for missing work due to being kidnapped.”

He brought you into your shared bedroom and sat down, positioning you so you were on his lap, his arms not allowing you to move. You down at him, sighing. “You’re not going to let me go are you?”

He shook his head giving you a slight smirk. “Not a chance doll.”

You looked at him for a few seconds and shook your head smiling a little, biting your lip slightly. He leaned forward and captured your lips in a kiss, you wrapping your arms around your neck.

“I missed you,” you breathed out.

“You have no idea,” he responded before kissing you again.

You pulled back much too soon for Bucky’s liking, and stood, saying “Let me call my boss really quick, okay?”

“Nope,” he responded, pulling you back on his lap. “You’ll call her later and apologize for the delay, and that your boyfriend was violently ill and you called at the first moment you could. But right now, we are going to go shower.”

“You can shower alone, and I’ll go call her”

“No,” he pouted.

“You are an adult Bucky,” you said, laughing slightly at his ridiculousness.

“Exactly, I’m too old to be showering alone.”

“Oh my god,” you said, breaking out in giggles. “Bucky, it’s going to take me 10 seconds. I’ll be in by the time the water’s warmed up and then we can shower together, okay?”

He studied you for a moment. Then he stood up, carrying you bridal style with him back out to the main room where you had left your phone. “Call her,” he said, still holding you.

You bit back a smile at how clingy he was being. You grabbed your phone and dialed your boss’ number holding your breath as it rang.

“Hello?”

“Hi Valerie. I’m sorry for the late notice but my boyfriend is really sick and I don’t think I’m going to be able to make it into work today.”

There was a moment of silence before your boss responded with “He got back this morning didn’t he?”

You closed your eyes for a moment, looking down. You had been worried at work yesterday because he hadn’t gotten back yet. She must have overheard “Yes.”

She sighed but on the other end she was also smiling a little. “Alright. Just be here tomorrow.”

You let out a small breath of relief. “Thank you.”

“Yep. Tell him I hope his separation anxiety improves,” she said, hanging up the phone. You tried your best not to burst out laughing. When Bucky looked at you questioningly, you shook your head. “Work joke,” you said, still trying to hide your smile.

Bucky nodded, walking back towards the bedroom and into the attached bathroom. He set you down on the counter before turning on the water. He walked back over to you and stood between your legs, wrapping his arms behind your back. You wrapped your arms around his neck in return, and the two of you rested your foreheads against each other.

It was a nice quiet moment of peace, before you felt the warmth of Bucky’s hands leave their spot on your back, and travel lower to your -

“Bucky,” you laughed a little, “Did you miss me, or my ass?”

“Yes,” he answered quickly.

You laughed some more and Bucky loved it. God he missed that sound. He laughed a little with you.

“Really, I missed everything about you,” he said, pulling back to look at you. “I love your voice, your laugh, your ass,” he kissed you before adding “the amazing neck massage you’re about to give me.”

You looked up at him. “Oh really, yeah? That’s how this is gonna be?”

Bucky looked down at you innocently. “Mhm”

“I hate giving you massages”

“You love it”

“It hurts my thumbs”

“It helps my neck”

“Your muscles are too hard”

“Your hands are too soft.”

You looked up at him and smiled, laughing a little as you asked “You really want a massage?”

“Yes I very much would like one.” He said nodding enthusiastically and smiling.

“Ok, fine.” you said, still laughing. “The hot water will help. But we should probably take our clothes off first.”

He stepped back and gave you a smirk. “Don’t have to tell me twice.”

#Bucky Barnes #buckybarnes #bucky #bucky barnes x reader #bucky imagine #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barns fanfiction #bucky barns imagine #bucky barns x you #MCU #mcu fanfiction #mcu imagine #marvel fanfic #marvel fanfiction #marvel #bucky wants cuddles #give him a hug #fluff

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tawaifeddiediaz · 2 years

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when the world crumbles (bring me home)

That’s a longer title than I usually like but y’know what...it fit well here xD

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Word Count: 2905 words

He doesn’t even last a day.

His hands haven’t stopped trembling in the past twenty-four hours, flashes and sounds of gunshots and blood splatters and pain cracking through his skull flickering across his mind, and he can’t suck in a full breath.

He doesn’t last a single day.

Buck keeps seeing Eddie — keeps hearing the echo of Mitchell reading off Eddie’s address, keeps hearing the heartless nonchalance of his voice. Nausea surges through his chest every time he thinks of Mitchell and Dominic knowing where Eddie lives, what Christopher looks like, and even if one of the two is dead, and the other is in custody, the fear doesn’t dissipate.

He regrets not following Eddie quick enough, the other man already gone by the time Buck had put foot outside the hospital. He’d known that Eddie wasn’t thinking of anything beyond getting to Christopher as soon as he could, and for some reason, Buck had let the distance between them form a barrier that stopped him from making sure both of them were okay.

But he can’t do it anymore.

“Buck? Why didn’t you use your key?” Eddie asks as he swings the door open.

Buck’s mouth opens but no sound comes out. Eddie’s dressed in lounge clothes — a white graphic T-shirt and grey sweatpants that feel too fucking casual after the events of yesterday — but Buck categorizes every inch of him that he can see, needing to make sure that he’s okay.

His gaze lands right where there’s a bullet scar underneath the worn fabric, from where Eddie’s blood had splattered all over Buck to the point where he can still see it, all these months later, caked in every crevice.

No matter how hard he scrubs, it doesn’t come out.

“Hey,” he finally croaks out, wincing at the sound of his own voice.

Something passes over Eddie’s face and he leads Buck inside, sitting him down on the couch. He knows he needs to stop staring up at him, but he can’t — the ricochet of the bullet, the fear that nearly took his legs out from under him as he sprinted out of the hospital, nearly tripping over his own damn feet to make sure the asphalt stayed free of Eddie’s blood this time.

“Chris!” Eddie calls, plopping down next to him. “Can you come here for a minute, buddy?”

Buck’s head whips towards Chris’ room, fully expecting the kid to be at school today. It’s a weekday, one of those days where they’d be on shift too, if they hadn’t gotten stuck; in someone else’s plans.

Again.

“Buck!” Chris yells out, falling into his arms in a whirlwind of bright laughter. Buck knows he’s probably clutching him too tight but he can’t get Mitchell’s words out of his fucking head.

Cute kid. Yours? I'm guessing he lives with you at 4995 South Bedford Street.

“H-hey buddy,” he chokes out, feeling tears prick at his eyes at the unabashed adoration in the way Christopher swings his arms around his neck. “What’re you doing at home today?”

“Dad says we’re playing hooky today,” Chris laughs, living his dream of skipping school. “I’m playing video games with my friends, but I had to come see you first.”

“Thanks for doing that, Chris,” Buck laughs, too far gone with relief to care about how wet the sound is.

Just go, or I'll shoot you. Or better yet, I shoot him. And then, I find his kid and I shoot him, too.

This kid — his favourite kid in the entire universe tied only with his niece — looks at him closely then, where Buck’s sure his eyes are glassy with tears. He can’t exactly turn it off, because he can feel the world crumbling around him in ruins and relief, built together, held together with the sheer force of the Diaz household.

“You guys are so weird,” Christopher says softly, one little hand coming up to brush a stray tear away. The other probes curiously at the bandage Buck still hasn’t taken off — curling up at the edges from his shower and probably a single blow from falling off entirely.

He couldn’t be bothered to take it off, just to see the imprint of the gun on his forehead. He doesn’t want Chris to see the wound either.

Buck.

Worrying Christopher is one of the things Eddie hates doing, and Buck’s struck with the very likely possibility that Eddie hasn’t told Christopher about the hostage. Every part of him is so fucking glad that Eddie is such a good dad because he can’t see any of that going over well.

He plays it safe, anyway. “Yeah, yeah we are.”

Chris gets antsy after a few more minutes of Buck holding him tight, wiggling on his lap. Buck forces himself to let go of the kid, suddenly feeling cold down to his very toes.

“Come play games with me and my friends! No one will care if you lose.” He lowers his voice to a whisper-shout for the last part, mischief printed on his face.

The familiar teasing thaws some of the ice in his bones, but he’s too raw to keep up a front for that long.

“That sounds amazing, Chris,” he says, plastering a smile on his face, “but I’m going to take a raincheck today, okay?”

Thank God for the understanding kid that Chris is, because he doesn’t push.

“That’s okay, Buck. I hope you feel better, though.” Chris hugs him one more time before leaving the room.

Buck watches him go, and feels the wound on his forehead pang with the phantom memory of the gun striking it.

Something in Eddie had snapped the minute Dominic had taken Christopher’s name — something Buck could feel without even looking at him. There had been a dangerous stillness to him, protective in its own right. Buck had no doubt that it was an anger that only came out of hearing Christopher threatened in anyway, a side of Eddie that came from pushing him over the brink.

Buck.

But something had leapt in Buck’s torso, too, and his traitorous tongue had jumped ahead of him before Eddie could say or do anything. The same thing that had broken into miniscule fragments at his feet with Eddie’s soft, one-word imploring for him to go.

The same thing that breaks in his ribs every time he thinks about the moment he had to leave Eddie alone in that ambulance.

A warm hand settles on Buck’s shoulder and he startles, having completely forgotten that Eddie was sitting behind him. “You okay?”

He tries to answer the question, tries to find a string of words and phrases adequate enough to tell his best friend what he’s feeling right now.

“No,” he settles on, staring blankly at his own fingers. It’s more honest than they’ve been in weeks. “No, Eddie, I’m not. And I know you aren’t either.”

Eddie doesn’t deny it.

He’s quiet as Buck subtly tries to press back into the dizzying familiarity of his hand, even as Eddie shifts closer so they both can stare blankly at the TV with their shoulders pressed together — a fragment of the past that Buck clings to, trying to stay afloat.

“I haven’t been okay for a long time,” Eddie says finally. “But yesterday…that was some fucked up shit. We didn’t sign up for any of that.”

Flashes of all the things they didn’t sign up for flutter across his mind in quick succession — the shooting, for some reason, stays at the front of his mind in technicolor. The emotionless shock, the pain reverberating in his scream, the slackness of Eddie’s expression — all of them are burned into Buck’s ribcage, each beat of his heart pressing directly against the memory.

He sees Eddie shoving the police officer off his shoulder yesterday, and wonders if the scar in his chest had started to ache.

“No,” he whispers. “We didn’t. But it happened. And I can’t stop seeing all the ways it could’ve gone wrong.”

A humorless laugh leaves Eddie. “Any more ways it could’ve gone wrong, you mean.”

Buck hates that they have that distinction hanging between them.

Eddie gets up and disappears into the hall, coming back with a familiar blue plastic box. They’ve been in this position enough that Buck knows what he wants. He shifts forward so Eddie can stand directly in front of him; he doesn’t have the energy to protest that it’s just a cut, it doesn’t need anything more than a couple of days to heal.

Unlike the gaping emptiness in his stomach every time he thinks about staring down the barrel of a gun.

“Thanks,” Eddie says quietly as he peels the bandage off. “For sticking up for Chris.”

“You know I would do anything for that kid.”

Eddie’s words from what feels like a past life echo in his mind, and he fixes his gaze on the washed-out, faded pattern of his best friend’s T-shirt instead of his expression, too afraid that Eddie will read him down to his bones.

Gentle hands frame his chin and tilt it upwards anyway, and Buck’s forced to look at him, startling when the thin sheen in Eddie’s eyes matches that of his own.

“That is what I want for him.”

Buck doesn’t know if he’s ever going to be able to live up to the expectation and faith Eddie places in him, but he knows that if it comes without Eddie, he’s not sure he wants it.

“I didn’t tell Christopher because I didn’t want him to worry about us.” An alcohol swab wipes over the cut, and Buck wonders if the repetitive motion is just for Eddie to keep his hands busy as he talks. “I came straight home and got into bed with him. I couldn’t even bring myself to go to the next room down because that would’ve been too far after…”

He doesn’t finish the sentence, but Buck knows.

There were nights during Eddie’s recovery, where Buck would wake up only to find Eddie curled up on the ground outside Chris’ room with just a pillow to prop his injured shoulder up. Other days, Chris would be either sleeping next to an unassuming Eddie, or squished on the couch with Buck, even if he had started the night out in his own bed.

There were even days where Eddie had come out in the middle of the night to take a seat on the ground in front of the couch, his head tipped back to share Buck’s pillow.

Eddie taking comfort in his presence the same way Buck took comfort in his was something that had snaked around his ribs and burrowed into the deepest corner of his heart, a conviction private for him to draw on.

The nights after Buck went back to his loft were the roughest because he’d gotten in the habit of having Eddie and Chris right with him if he woke up for a nightmare. It helped to have someone close like that — especially the person featuring in all the nightmares.

Learning that Eddie sought the physical proof of his son being okay wasn’t surprising at all.

“You looked like you could’ve killed him with just a glare,” Buck observes. Eddie pulls a bandage out of the first aid box and carefully places it over the cut, smoothing down the sticky edges.

“I couldn’t risk you,” Eddie reveals quietly. “Things would’ve probably gone differently if your life wasn’t on the line.”

Something in his heart shatters as he listens to Eddie's admission.

But that’s the thing — for most of it, Buck was a sitting duck with the police while Eddie was stuck in a cramped metal box with Dominic. If anyone’s life had been on the line, it was Eddie’s — not his.

“When I heard the shot…” Buck curls his fingers around Eddie’s wrist, pulling it away from his forehead for a second, needing him to listen. The pulse under his fingertips is steady, reaching for Buck with each beat. “When I heard the shot, I thought that the last time I was going to see you was in the back of a fucking ambulance with a gun to your head. I can’t tell you what thoughts went through my mind–”

The ricochet sounds in Buck’s head again, triggering his tears and closing his throat. Before he knows it, the last anchor keeping him even the slightest bit sane snaps, and a sob wrangles its way out of his throat.

“Buck.” Eddie’s expression crumples, and through his blurry vision, Buck sees a tear make its way down his partner’s face, too.

“Too soon,” he gasps out as Eddie’s arms come around him, standing as he is. Buck rolls his lip into his mouth to stifle the wrecked sounds that threaten to escape him, but keeps himself close to Eddie, relishing in the warmth of his skin and steady rhythm of his heart. “I thought I lost you. Again .”

Tears drip steadily into his hair as his own press stains into Eddie’s T-shirt, and the image of Eddie crying only makes the dam inside Buck flood even more. How far have they been pushed to break down like this?

He balls his fists up in Eddie’s shirt, tries to not take more than what Eddie’s given, and counts.

He counts each tear beading off his waterline, counts each of Eddie’s tears falling soundlessly on the crown of his head. He counts each shaky rattle of Eddie’s chest as it expands to hold his emotion, counts each heart beat that pounds against where Buck’s forehead is pressed.

He counts each minute they stay locked like this, until their tears finally slow.

“It’s not fair,” Buck says when they pull away, tipping backwards to stare at the overhead light as if that could burn the salt from his face. He feels less like he’s about to burst, now that it’s all in the open, but the ache in his chest has only deepened. “It’s just not.”

“I know.” In his peripheral vision, Buck sees Eddie scrub a hand down his blotchy face, eyes rimmed red and nose a bright red. He knows he probably looks just as horrendous — if not more. “But it happened, and we’ll have to learn to live with it.”

“No more pushing things down, huh?”

Eddie laughs wetly, plucking a tissue from the side table and passing it to Buck, flopping down next to Buck. “Not after you just got snot and tears all over my T-shirt.”

The quip brings a much needed levity to the room, and despite himself, Buck laughs, too. “Tell that to my hair.”

“Crying helped, weirdly enough,” Eddie says, bumping a knee against Buck’s as he tosses the first-aid kit back on the coffee table.

It’s so much like them before the shooting that Buck almost starts crying again.

In races, hurdles are always placed a certain distance apart so the runner doesn’t trip and fall over them. Being taken hostage feels like a hurdle that was placed too close after the first one, and it’s not going to be easy to learn how to jump over it.

Eddie’s expression flickers rapidly from one emotion to the next when Buck finally turns to look at him. Buck feels stripped open just from one look, more vulnerable than he’s ever been when Eddie speaks again. “I’m okay, and you’re okay. And Chris is safe and won’t get hurt. We’re okay.”

“Yeah. Yeah we are.” He commits the words to memory.

We’re okay.

“You can come by any time, you know that,” Eddie says softly. “I don’t care when, just use your key.”

It's just like Eddie to offer as freely as he does, but Buck’s no less. “And you?”

He smiles unexpectedly, bright and uninhibited even with the redness of his eyes. “If you hadn’t come here, I was going to call you anyway. That’s all I need.”

Buck knows what it would’ve cost Eddie to say that, to confess to needing someone, even if it’s not in as many words.

The fact that it’s him Eddie needs lights a flame of pride in his chest.

“Well, that was a lot. You hungry?” Eddie asks after a stretch of silence, eyes kind and inviting. He stands and disappears into the kitchen.

Buck laughs to himself, following him. “Not if you’re cooking. We’re only just okay again.”

Eddie flips him off, and just like that, order is restored to his world again.

We’re okay.

Saying it out loud does help, because a large part of his brain — the same part that was logging each of Eddie’s breaths a few minutes ago — doesn’t believe that they got out of there. A part of him is still stuck in the hospital, listening to the gunshot on a loop, watching nurses run past him in the opposite direction. A part of him is still stuck on a main road, watching Eddie bleed out.

But like this, being seen for it in one of the only places that have ever made Buck feel safe, he thinks they’ll be alright. One day, he’ll look at Eddie and not hear the sound of a bullet disengaging, and one day, Eddie will look at his son and not hear Dominic’s words reverberate like an echo chamber.

Buck watches Eddie slice vegetables and smiles.

That’ll be one day — but for now, this hope is enough.

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