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harrysweasleys · 5 years ago

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Put A Ring On It

Synopsis: Spending Christmas at the burrow with Fred Weasley.

Warnings: none (maybe a lil bit of language?)

Word Count: 3,463

A/N: quarantine’s got me re-reading the harry potter series so my ideas are flowing right now and its great. also this was supposed to be a short blurb but it ended up being much longer than that. enjoy!

Fred knew what he wanted to get Y/N the day that he asked her to come join his family for Christmas. It was their final year in Hogwarts, and although yes, they were both seventeen and decently young, he knew there was no one else out there for him.

He stared down at the dainty ring in the box, overthinking his choice. Maybe she didn’t like the diamond cut. Maybe she didn’t even want a diamond. Maybe she didn’t even want him.

“Fred, you keep looking at that box and you’re gonna go mental.” George whispered, helping himself to some toast. Luckily Y/N, along with everyone else in the house, was still sleeping so he could stare at the tiny piece of jewelry in peace. Fred couldn’t fall back asleep after waking up at around five, his nerves getting the best of him, and George’s ‘twin instinct’ woke him up as well, leading to the two of them sitting in the kitchen as the sun slowly rose over the Burrow.

Today was Christmas eve, and tomorrow, Fred was going to ask Y/N to marry him.

“I can't stop looking at it, George.” Fred whined, tearing his eyes away from it and looking at his brother, “She’s going to be wearing this every day for the rest of her life, it has to be perfect, y’know?”

George sighed, sitting down next to his brother with a mouthful of toast and jam, “She’s gonna love it, mate. It’s Y/N.”

Fred knew George was right. Y/N wasn’t picky, she was simple and loved anything that Fred got her — she always had. But this was a whole new level.

“Oi, get your big mouth away from the food before you eat it all.” Ron’s half-asleep self came barreling down the stairs and into the kitchen. Fred closed the box and hid it in the pocket inside his sweater, not wanting his plan to be known by anyone other than George. Ron had a big mouth, Y/N would surely find out if he knew.

Ron eyed the twins suspiciously, “What are you two gits doing up so early anyways?”

Fred’s eyes widened and he plastered a smile on his face, “We’re shop owners now, Ronnie. We’ve had business matters to attend to. Owls to send and stuff.” George nodded, going along with his brother’s lie. If there was one thing these boys were good at, it was lying.

“On Christmas Eve? Sucks to be you, then.” Ron picked up a muffin, shoving the entire thing in his mouth as crumbs fell all over his shirt, adding to the already countless grease stains.

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Within an hour, the whole lot had woken up and came down for breakfast. Y/N sat next to Fred, her hand intertwined with his under the table as she ate a strawberry, deep in conversation with Hermione and Ginny. Fred was supposed to be engaged in a discussion with Percy, but he was only half listening, his mind more focused on the nervous butterflies in his stomach that were slowly turning into aggressive wasps.

“You good, Freddie?” Y/N’s soft voice spoke from next to him, a genuine look of concern on her face, “Your hand is shaking.”

Fred grinned at her, “I had an extra cup of coffee this morning. Guess the caffeine is getting to me.” The lie rolled off his tongue effortlessly, he hadn’t had a drop of caffeine because he knew damn well that if he mixed it in with his already stressed out body, he’d be a train wreck.

Y/N shot him a breathtaking smile and Fred swore his heart leaped. Nearly four years of being together and he still couldn't get over how perfect she was. From the loose strand of hair that always fell in her face, to the light freckles grazing her delicate cheeks, to the way her eyes seemed to shine every time she looked at him, he was completely smitten and nothing could change that. He knew from the moment they had their first date that he wanted to marry her.

She returned to her conversation about books or something — Fred wasn't really paying attention — and gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, calming his poor heart.

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That afternoon, Y/N had left with Hermione and Ginny to go do some very, very last minute Christmas shopping after Molly scolded them for not getting it done on time, so Fred found himself outside playing Quidditch with his brothers to pass the time. (Molly had actually kicked them out to do some wrapping, but still.)

He was still out there nearly an hour and a half later, zooming around on his broomstick and letting the brisk wind blow through his hair when he saw the three girls arrive. His eyes immediately went to Y/N, her arms filled with bags and her cheeks tinted red from the cold air. Her eyes landed on him and she smiled, waving him over.

Fred swooped down to the point where he was next to her, his eyes scanning over her face, “How was shopping, love?”

She grinned at him, “Good! But don’t come inside, I got you a few things and they need to be wrapped first.” She pressed her lips to his, making him want to completely forget about the game he was a part of and run inside with her, but he let her pull away and head inside out of the winter air, a dopey grin on his face as he returned to his brothers.

“You’re obsessed.” Ron called out once Fred rejoined the game.

“Leave him alone,” George smirked, “Once you grow some balls and ask Hermione out you’ll know just how he feels.”

Ron flushed bright red, making his brothers burst out laughing as they continued the game.

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That night after dinner, Fred couldn’t sit still. Y/N was cuddled into his side on the couch, watching the slow fire burn down as her eyelids slowly started getting heavier, meanwhile Fred had enough chaotic energy to go run a marathon. It took all his self control not to let his leg bounce up and down as a sign of nervous energy, because he knew that if he did, Y/N would question him. The last thing he wanted was for her to be suspicious.

“Freddie?” Her tired voice mumbled as she pulled her head off of his shoulder to look him in the eye, “I really am having a wonderful time here with your family.”

He smiled, pulling her forehead close to him so he could press a gentle kiss on her skin, “And I’m having a wonderful time with you.”

She grinned, placing a kiss on the tip of his nose, “I love you, my little goof.”

Fred melted, leaning even closer to her touch if that was possible, “And I love you, my little angel.”

“Should we head up for bed?” She whispered in his ear, despite the fact that there was no one else in the room. He nodded his head quicker than he intended to, but he knew that no matter when they went to bed, he wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight. By this time tomorrow, Y/N could be his fiancee. Or she could have crushed his heart in her tiny hand by saying ‘no’ and leaving him spiralling in a pit of self despair.

He grabbed her hand, ignoring his thoughts, and led her up the many, many flights of steps and into his room. Which was pretty much their room now, if they were being honest. She took off her large knitted sweater that Molly Weasley had made her last year and sat it down neatly on the end of the bed. That was another thing Fred loved about her. She was pretty much his opposite when it came to small things - while he would have just thrown his own sweater across the room and only looked for it when he was cold next, she gently folded it and placed it where she knew she’d be able to find and use it.

Fred smiled at the folded sweater, looking over to Y/N who was now untying her hair, letting the loose waves cascade down her shoulders. She really did look like an genuine angel.

“Whatcha lookin’ at?” She grinned, walking over to him. Fred placed his hands on her hips, letting them slide slightly under the tank top she had on, his fingers rubbing against her soft skin. Y/N felt goosebumps rise under his touch and leaned in closer to him.

“You, you gorgeous woman.” He smirked. She blushed, trying to take the attention away from herself by running her hands through his hair, causing his eyes to flutter shut. She placed another quick kiss on his nose and took off to get ready for bed.

As she drifted off to sleep that night, her light breaths fanning over Fred’s shoulder, he couldn’t help but worry about tomorrow. He really, really wanted to marry her, but what if she felt like they were too young? Being engaged didn’t mean you had to get married right away, but what if she wanted to wait until after Hogwarts to start thinking about marriage?

He shook his head, not wanting to keep planting negative thoughts in his mind as he looked over to the woman sleeping next to him, her chest rising and falling with each breath she took. She looked incredibly peaceful and Fred wished he could be in the same position. He only wished that all his stressing could be worth it — that tomorrow night, at this time, Y/N would be wearing the ring on her left hand and grinning at it like a lovestruck fool.

She’s going to say yes, his subconscious nagged him, sounding as if George were saying the words to him and not his mind. He smiled. She was going to say yes.

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“Freddie, it’s Christmas!” Y/N shook the ginger boy awake, startling him out of his dream. He scanned the room in a panic, calming down once he saw the dazzling smile on his girl’s face and the realization that there was, in fact, no immediate danger.

Today was the day.

“Merry Christmas,” he smiled lazily, pulling her back down against his chest. She giggled, placing a kiss on his shoulder, his neck, and then his cheek.

“We have to get up! It’s nearly ten, I hear your family downstairs already.” She reluctantly pulled away from him, already feeling colder than she was moments ago. Surprisingly, Fred gave off a lot of body heat, and she already missed it.

“Fine, just ‘cause it’s Christmas,” he grinned at her, figuring out a way to sneak the ring downstairs without her noticing, “Tell ‘em I’ll be down in a few.”

Lucky for Fred, she was too excited about the holiday to question why he wasn't going down with her. She picked up the neatly folded sweater on the end of the bed, threw it on over her pyjamas, and rushed out of the room. As soon as Fred heard her footsteps retreating down the stairs, he jumped out of bed and opened his nightstand, taking out the little velvet box and placing it on the bed. He then opened his dresser and grabbed the baggiest sweater her could find, throwing it on and hiding the ring in one of his little pockets on the inside, out of sight.

He looked over himself once more in the mirror, “You got this, Fred.” And with that, he rushed down the stairs, tripping over his own two feet the whole way down. Once he made it downstairs without injury, he turned to face his entire family sitting around the Christmas tree, everyone had their tea in Christmas mugs that had been painted by the Weasley kids when they were younger. Gifts littered the ground around the large, overly decorated tree, the twinkling lights adding to the holiday ambiance.

Y/N smiled and pat the couch next to her, signalling she had saved that spot for Fred. He poured himself a quick tea and sat down next to her, placing his hand on her thigh to hopefully take his mind off of the events that were about to unfold. He tried hard to keep his mind away from what he would say and how she would react, but there was no way he could keep distracted for too long.

George looked over at him and winked, knowing fully well that he was the only one who knew what was going to happen. Fred tried to avoid the tinge of pink on his cheeks, turning his head down to face the carpet.

Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Harry (who probably arrived overnight as he wasn’t there yesterday), along with the rest of the Weasley family sat around the tree, all still talking, until Molly stood up and clapped her hands, a big grin on her freckled face.

“Shall we get started, then?”

A mumble of agreement made its way around the circle, so Molly went over to the tree and picked up the first box she saw. It happened to be a bunch of boxes, actually, because she handed one box to everyone, clapping her hands.

Y/N smiled at the box on her lap, waiting for everyone to start opening theirs before she picked at the ribbon, letting it fall to the ground and then ripping the paper off of it.

“Oh, wow, mum,” Ron forced a smile, unfolding the furry jumper with a giant green R on the front, “It’s almost the same as last year’s.”

Molly waved her hands, “Oh, Ron. You know they’re your favourites!”

Fred unwrapped his, eyes widening at the large baby blue sweater with FRED W. knitted into it with orange, “Mum, blue clashes with my hair.”

Y/N giggled, taking hers out next. Hers was the opposite of Fred’s, the orange knit with baby blue letters of her initials in the middle, making her grin.

She folded it neatly and placed it in her lap, “Thank you, Mrs. Weasley, I love it.” Fred gave her a look as to say ‘are you mental’ before tossing his behind him on the couch and using it as a pillow. Molly rolled her eyes at her son, smiling kindly to Y/N before walking back towards the tree.

“Wait, mum, I think Fred has a gift he'd like to give Y/N next,” George piped up, causing the colour to completely drain from Fred’s face. Everyone turned their eyes to him to see what the gift was going to be, making Fred nearly a million times more nervous than he actually was.

“Thanks for putting me on the spot, George.” Fred said through gritted teeth, turning his attention to Y/N next to him who looked at him with curiosity in her eyes. He pulled his hand away from her thigh, not wanting her to feel how clammy and sweaty it had become in the last five seconds.

“Go on, then, Fred, which one is it?” Ron looked under the tree, trying to find a gift with Y/N’s name on it but having no success.

“It’s not under the tree, Ron.” Fred glared daggers at his younger brother, his nerves getting the best of him.

He once again turned to face Y/N, who had her undivided attention on him. He was nervous as hell, sure, but when he looked into her eyes and the faint smile ghosting on her lips, he knew how badly he wanted this.

He wanted her forever.

“Y/N,” Fred started, his voice shaky, “I remember when I saw you for the first time. You walked into Potions class looking pissed off because Snape failed you on an assignment that you were certain you did perfectly. You walked in there, told him off, rendered the class speechless, and sat in your seat for the rest of Potions with this proud smirk on your face.”

Y/N giggled slightly at the memory, thinking it over in her head. She had later found out that a certain Slytherin who was on detention duty had hidden her assignment from Snape and that’s why she had failed.

“And I remember when I spoke to you for the first time. It was right before a Quidditch game, I bumped into you by accident and I was ready for you to go off on me with that same passion you had in Potions, but you were so quiet and shy, it was like you were a whole different person.” Fred continued talking, his voice still shaky but he barely noticed, all of his attention on Y/N.

“And then I couldn’t get you off my mind. I was obsessed. I asked you to come to Hogsmeade village with me one weekend and my heart was yours. There was no one else for me. Just you. We sat in the Three Broomsticks and talked for four hours about everything. I went to bed that night thinking of you.”

Y/N gazed into Fred’s eyes, forgetting about everyone else in the room. Her heart was beating faster than she’d ever felt it before, and her mouth felt dry, as if every word in the dictionary had vanished from her vocabulary.

“When you became mine, I knew it was meant to be. You helped George and I with pranks, you’ve supported my idea to open a shop, you've gotten along brilliantly with my family, and you’re the smartest woman I’ve ever met — sorry Hermione.” Fred turned to face the other witch for a quick second before turning back to Y/N.

Y/N felt as if her entire body was putty in Fred’s hands. She probably looked like a fish out of water, her mouth agape and her eyes bulging out of her head, redness creeping up onto her cheeks.

“What I’m trying to say is that — I can’t imagine a day without you by my side. Though the good, the bad, the ugly, you know the saying. I want you with me until my last breath.” Fred finished, standing up and taking the ring out of his sweater pocket, getting down on one knee in front of her.

Y/N’s hand flew to her mouth, and she could faintly see Molly Weasley gripping her husband’s arm for dear life.

“Y/N Y/L/N, will you do me the biggest honour in all the world and become my wife?” Fred asked, opening the tiny box and revealing the ring. His hands were shaking, and he felt as if everyone else in the room had vanished, the two of them being the only ones remaining.

Y/N stayed speechless, her eyes staring into Fred’s as if she could see her future in them. Which she could. She loved Fred with every ounce in her body, and didn’t want any one else by her side for the rest of her life.

“Yes.”

She had said it so quietly Fred wasn’t even sure he heard her.

“What?”

“Yes!” She jumped up, landing on him and wrapping her arms around his neck. Fred let out the biggest sigh of relief, placing the ring box on the couch and engulfing her with a hug. He could hear his family cheering around them, but all he could focus on was her. She pulled away from him, the biggest smile he had ever seen plastered on her face, her eyes shining brightly as if he had just given her the sun.

“I love you.” She smiled, leaning closer to him and pressing a light kiss on his lips. He smiled against her touch, reaching behind her to pick up the ring box off the couch. He held it in front of her and she smiled, holding out her hand for him.

He picked up the ring and slid it gently on her finger, his eyes locked with hers the entire time.

“Freddie, you put it on my middle finger.” she giggled, holding it up to him as if she were flipping him off, the dazzling ring sitting proudly.

“My bad.” he chuckled, sliding it off and placing it on her ring finger, where it belonged, and where it would be sitting comfortably for the rest of Y/N’s life.

“I only got you a notebook and a pen holder,” she smirked, admiring the jewel. Fred found himself laughing, pulling her in for a hug once more.

Molly stood up, clapping her hands, “Yay! This calls for celebration! We have a new Weasley!”

Y/N Weasley. Fred really liked the sound of that.

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anotheronechicagobog · 3 years ago

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Rangers, Lead The Way - Chapter 3 - Kenny with Maggie

written by @anotheronechicagobog

warnings: swearing, nudity, profanity, mention of school shooting, guns, weapons, I’m pro gun control (even though I’m Canadian) and this kinda reflects that, mention of PTSD, child neglect, also I fucking hate nazis

When someone called before seven in the morning it was work, a death notification, or one of his fellow trio of lovestruck fools. So when the annoying ringtone Hana installed as a prank and he couldn’t figure out how to remove started blasting on his nightstand at 2:17 in the morning, he was more annoyed than apprehensive. “Crosby.”

“Hey man, sorry to call you so late, but it’s about Maggie.”

“What’s going on?”

“One of her first arrests as an FBI agent just broke out of prison, and she’s been temporarily assigned to the unit being tasked with finding him. Yours. I expect you’ll be getting a call in the next five minutes or so. Maggie can take care of herself, I know that, but...”

“It’s hard when you’re not there to watch her back. Don’t worry, I’ve got her.”

“Thank you. So much. I appreciate this, so, so much.”

“Hey, a couple of months ago I was you. I feel you man, don’t worry. She’ll be fine. Listen, I’d love to keep talking but I’ve got another call coming in and it looks like that work call you were warning about. Talk to you later.”

“See you on the flip side, man.”

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Jess stood in front of everyone with that look on his face that vaguely reminded Kenny of his stern ex-navy fourth-grade teacher. “Everyone, this is special agent Maggie Bell, you may remember her from when we worked with her unit on a couple of cases, but this time it’s just her joining us. Is there anything you’d like to add, Bell?”

“I’m excited to work with you all, but please, call me Maggie.”

“Alright, let’s get to work, then. Maggie, Jason Anderson was one of your first arrests with the bureau, can you brief us on that case and highlight any details you think may be pertinent?”

“Definitely. Well for starters, Anderson is a cheating scumbag and it only gets worse from there.” Maggie’s bluntness broke through the formality that was stifling the bus, smirks and chuckles abound, and it seemed that only he didn’t have the sense to at least try and hid his amusement. An understanding but disapproving look had Kenny composing himself to speak up. “Well then, let’s jump down this rabbit hole.”

Maggie was sitting next to Hana, giving details about the fugitive they were currently after. He was one of Maggie’s first arrests as an FBI agent, so the bureau thought it would be beneficial to have her work with the team. So here she was, dressed in jeans and a sweater as opposed to her usual suits, combining her razor-sharp intelligence with Hana’s. They’d commandeered the top floor of a police station in Boston and were relying on Maggie and Hana’s wit to find out where he was. Jason Anderson, 42, was an illegal weapons dealer. He’d previously been put in prison for distribution and possession of prohibited firearms, and for giving an AK-47 to a school shooter. He was being transferred to a higher security prison because it came to light that he was continuing his business from behind bars, but the security team had been too small and unprepared for the escape plan pulled off by a team of eight. Those eight men were their biggest clue oddly enough, as they’d been dropping like flies since the escape. Michael Howard, 40, was Anderson’s ex-brother-in-law. And the connection between all the, now dead, prison breakers. Unfortunately, Howard’s sister, and Anderson’s ex-wife, had cut contact with both of them along with the rest of their families after Howard introduced Anderson to his mistress and encouraged an affair that created two children. The mistress, Bethany Karnstein, had gone AWOL hours ago when she left her job in the middle of her shift and didn’t pick her kids up from school.

The kids were safe with Anderson’s parents, but they couldn’t answer their questions when they asked where their mother was. The kids did identify Michael Howard as one of their mom’s friends though, he’d come to watch them while their mother was in the hospital about six months prior. They didn’t look shocked that FBI agents were asking about their parents, but they still didn’t know anything.

At the moment, they were splitting up. Jess and Barnes were headed to follow up with Bethany’s clueless boss, he and Clinton were about to go follow up on a possible sighting, and Hana and Maggie were staying on the bus. Thankfully, since Kenny was stressed out enough at the prospect of having to watch out for Maggie on top of worrying about Hana, them being assigned together eased his mind.

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It was around midnight when he and Clinton were finally able to rendezvous with the rest of the team. There was no sighting, Bethany had one of her affair partners call in a false tip, and when he and Clinton had quickly sussed that out it lead to a shootout and car chase. Jason, the dumbass stupid enough to commit six different felonies for a woman who has two kids with a violent arms dealer, was lying in a heavily guarded ICU bed. They’d managed to get his cell phone but he was beyond unconscious when they’d finally managed to get him to stop shooting at them. “Hey Hana, I brought you something.”

“Jason’s cell?”

“That too, but I was actually talking about this.” He held out a large coffee that she desperately needed if the way her eyes lit up was any indication. “Thank you.” Hana let out an over-dramatic groan as she downed the first sip. “Hey Crosby, thanks for my coffee too.” He looked at Maggie sheepishly, realizing that he’d only gotten two, one for himself and the other for Hana. “I was the one who drove to and then parked in front of the coffee shop while he went and got those, how do you think I feel?” Clinton’s playful jab caused a round of giggles but the knowing look from the older man made Crosby a little nervous. He was sure his feelings towards Hana weren’t super well-hidden, but he really didn’t need anyone on the team tipping Hana off. “Anyway, here’s Jason’s cell. Do you think you can crack it?”

“Normally with this many characters I’d say no... But, his password is seven characters long and his lock screen is Bethany, so... There we go, unlocked.”

“... That was a really poor choice of password.”

“And girlfriend.”

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After working for fourteen hours straight they were all spent and headed to the hotel that the FBI had secured rooms at for them. Jess, Barnes and Clinton were all in one car that was headed straight to the hotel to get everyone checked in. Kenny, Hana, and Maggie were in the other car that was making a detour on the way to pick up Thai food. Hana and Maggie were chatting amongst themselves, but Kenny was still kicking himself for the slip-up he’d made while placing the order over the phone.

“Hi, can I place an order for pickup? Great. The name’s Kenny and the phone number is 123-456-7890. Okay, I’ll get two orders of shrimp rolls, one vegetable pad Thai, one pork Mee Khob, one chicken pad Keeng, and two orders of chicken Kao pad puk, hold on one second- Maggie you want green curry, right?”

“... Yeah, how did you know?” I’ve heard your partner talk about you almost non-stop since he met you because he’s head over heels in love with you, but I can’t say that, can? Especially because you, Hana, and Hailey don’t know that OA, Jya, and I know each other... For some reason, so sorry Maggie, Hana but I’m going to have to lie my ass off here. “Uh, sorry, I thought I heard you mention it earlier, plus you look like a green curry kind of person.”

“Ha, alright, yes I’d like some, thanks.”

“- Sorry about keeping you on hold, I’ll add one green curry to that order. Do you want me to pay over the phone or is it okay if I pay when I get there?”

“Kenny!”

“Sorry, what’s up?”

“Our exit is coming up in... 150 metres, you need to turn right.”

“Shit, thanks, Hana.”

“Are you okay? You seemed like you were in your own world there.”

“I’m fine, I was just thinking. Where do I go next?”

“Go straight for another 700 metres, it’ll be on the right.”

“Got it.”

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“Alright everyone, the food’s here!” They’d all decided to gather in one of the meeting rooms the hotel had to the left of the lobby, Kenny had admittedly bellowed a little loud, but it brought all of his straggling coworkers into the room from their various spots in and around the lobby.

“Finally, what took you guys so long?” He knew that Jess was just hangry, and frustrated that they hadn’t caught the fugitive yet, so he let the snappy comment slide.

“Crosby almost missed the turn.”

“You let Crosby drive? Rookie mistake” He gave Hana a teasing look of betrayal before turning to Clinton. “I’ll have you know I am an excellent driver.”

“You’ve driven into a lake.”

“That was one time three years ago! And we were in a high-speed chase with a guy on a BMX bike who made a sharp turn near a kid’s birthday party, I didn’t exactly have many options.” He sounded more upset than he actually was. Moments like these were nice, where they got to hang around each other and just be friends, and Maggie was fitting in wonderfully with everyone but especially Hana, who sat in between him and Maggie as she started telling a story about OA with her face absolutely glowing.

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Jason’s cell proved to be far more useful than he was. Bethany had been texting him from a rural address that turned out to be a cottage rental that was supposed to be vacant. The owners had a basic security system that had alerted them that someone was in their cottage, when the local LEOs investigated they immediately recognized the suspect but were able to play it off as having gotten a noise complaint, before going back to their vehicle and calling the FBI, while hiding their vehicle so that they could keep watch over the cottage. There was always a tense atmosphere when people were getting greedy for a raid, Kenny supposed the fresh air and appealing scent of pine trees eases tensions slightly, but not by much. Everyone knew that the worst could happen. That their loved ones could get an overly formal call at an unholy hour, telling them that the worst would happen. Everyone always did their best to try and prevent that, but there was only so much that they could keep out of fate’s unforgiving hands. His heartstrings pulled slightly as he flicked his eyes over to Hana. She was his special someone, even if she didn’t know it, and for a brief moment, he wondered what it would be like for her if he- No. Nope. You can’t think like that, especially not before a raid, and especially not about a woman who was only supposed to be your friend. The final preparations were complete and they were getting in position to breach. Hana still hadn’t been cleared for the field yet, so in the back of his mind, he was appreciative that there was one less person to worry about, with her wirelessly monitoring their body cams and coms. Although that was kind of moot point honestly, because Maggie was with them, in fact, Maggie had taken Hana’s position behind him. “You ready Maggie?” She put her hand on the back of his vest as the SWAT leader started counting down. “Always.”

The door was busted down and all the FBI and SWAT agents funnelled into the house through the three entrances. The sliding glass back door was where Jess was entering, the side door was for Clinton and Barnes, and He and Maggie were going through the front door. The front door went straight into the family room to the right, the eat-in kitchen was on the left, and directly across from the sliding glass door. Flashbangs went off as everyone started shouting, announcing themselves. There were screams and cries of panic, something not unusual in their line of work, what was also not unusual was finding Bethany naked on her knees with Michael Howard standing in front of her dressed in the same manner. Michael’s eyes went wide, and his thought process played out like an open book.

Shit. Feds.

Get gun.

... Gun is not in my holster because I’m not wearing clothes.

Run.

... Can’t run cause Bethany is clinging to my legs.

Kenny had to give the guy props for trying to tackle him linebacker style naked as the day he was born as he stood firm and checked him, sending him flying onto the ground. “Turn onto your stomach, now!”

He writhed around, trying to resist arrest, shouting “SUCK MY DICK YOU PIGS!” And trying to thrust his bare nether regions at everyone, Kenny in particular. “Howard Michael, you are under arrest, you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you. Do you acknowledge that your rights have been read to you?”

“FUCK YOU!”

“I’m gonna take that as a yes.” One of the SWAT officers approached them with an itchy-looking wool blanket and took their suspect into custody. Maggie and Kenny shared a look before making their way to the two bedrooms that were to the left of the kitchen, they hadn’t been cleared yet and now they were trying to move fast to make sure that no other accomplices got away. Kenny took the right door, Maggie, to the left. “FBI! Freeze!” Kenny was met with the disturbing sight of a dead body on the bed. His throat and wrists had been slit and he was surrounded by lumped together blood-soaked sheets. He immediately recognized the dead body as the last remaining accomplice in the breakout. “Hey, Crosby? I need your help in here.”

“What’s up Maggie?” When he entered her room he stopped in his tracks. There wasn’t a bed, instead, there were two cribs for two babies, both of whom were in an equally freaked-out Maggie’s arms. “Here, let me help you.” Kenny helped lighten her load by taking a baby in his arms. “Hi sweetheart, what’s your name?”

“Kenny, these babies can’t be older than six months, you know she can’t respond to you, right?”

“I know, but they’re so little and scared, I want to at least try to comfort them.” The little girl hard curled up into his chest and nestled her face into his neck. “It looks like you’re doing a great job to me.”

“Who’s kids even are these?”

“I’m really trying not to think about it.”

“I’m praying to every deity there is that they’re not Bethany and Howard’s kids.”

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There had to be thousands of deities, gods, godlings, divine beings, and not one of them could come through for those poor kids? The six-month-old twins Baxter and Hazel were the children of Bethany Karnstein and Michael Howard, who had murdered a man in the room next to their children’s room. The social services department where they were was basically non-existent, so while they waited for a social worker to drive from four and a half hours away they were watching the babies at the local police station while Jess and Clinton were questioning Michael. Baxter was much more social, jumping between the FBI agents, SWAT, and local LEOs, but he was now babbling quite happily on Maggie’s lap, whereas Hazel had immediately taken to Hana and refused to be held by anyone but her and Kenny. He looked at her fondly, Hana was holding the baby close to her chest and humming the tune to a melodic song he couldn’t remember the name of. Hazel looked up at Hana with wide, enchanted, trusting eyes, and all Kenny could do was feel his heart melt. A stray thought placed itself at the forefront of his mind and before he could stop it, he was picturing Hana as a mom, and as captivating as that thought was Kenny had to shake his head to stop it from going too far, they were just friends, it wasn’t Hana’s fault that he’s in love with her. I need to look somewhere else, anywhere else.

His eye-line shifted to Maggie and watching as she bounced an absolutely delighted Baxter on her lap. He knew that OA wanted a family, wanted a wife and a couple of kids, and looking at the tender way Maggie was holding and entertaining Baxter, he could see her being a mom too. Man, if OA saw this he’d have a heart attack, it’s his dream come true.

Kenny saw Hana shift positions out of his peripheral vision and turned to look at her and was immediately concerned. She had a look of discomfort on her face. “Hana? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Her tone was tense and Hazel immediately picked up on it and made a scared noise. “Are your arms tired? Do you want me to take her?”

“No. We’re fine. Maybe you should hold Baxter instead.” She snapped and finally looked him in the eyes, she was clearly angry and upset, but she seemed betrayed as well. Kenny leaned back into his chair his shoulders sinking in tandem. He was silently thankful that since everyone was milling about and talking it didn’t seem that anyone heard the exchange, though Maggie did look at him with a raised eyebrow. He shrugged his shoulders in response, completely bewildered. Maggie shook her head sharply, rolled her eyes, and scoffed. ‘Men.’ She mouthed. Kenny was completely clueless, had either of them noticed him watching them at they were offended at that? He watches Hana work away on her computer all the time and it’s never been an issue, but then again that was always subject to change. His inner ramblings were cut off when Jess and Clinton came back from the interrogation room. “Michael didn’t talk much, but Hana decrypted his cell and he has incoming and outgoing calls to a recluse retiree Evan DeLuca who lives forty minutes from here. Crosby, Bell go check it out, Clinton and I are going to take a break from interrogating Michael for an hour or so, Gibson and Barnes, you two can interrogate Karnstein, see how much she knows and just how involved is she in all of this. We can watch the babies while you’re in there...”

“Admit it, boss, you want a break just cause you two want to hold the babies.”

“Get moving Crosby, Barnes is already out the door.”

“You got it.”

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They were twenty minutes into the tense car ride when Maggie finally spoke up. “Just so you know, you’re an idiot.” Flabbergasted Kenny let his mouth fall open and close a couple of times before tightening his grip on the steering wheel only to release it after taking a breath. “You’re probably right, but can you please tell me why I’m an idiot? What did I do wrong?”

“Can’t tell you that.”

“Why not? You were the one who brought it up.”

“Just... Focus more on Hana, okay?”

“Are you sure? I mean, I thought about it, and maybe that’s the issue?”

“Trust me, it’s not. Just focus on her, got it?”

“Okay... I’m confused as hell, but okay.”

“Isn’t that your usual state of mind?” He didn’t have to look over to see the teasing grin, he could feel it. “Woah, low blow, Maggie, low blow.”

“If you want to hear about a low blow, you should hear about how OA and I had to chase a clown fairy princess twelve blocks at two in the morning.”

“Please, go on.”

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Well. That went terribly wrong. As much as Kenny could appreciate the peace and aesthetic of small towns and cottage areas, he hated working in them because there was never any backup! Forty minutes may not seem like a lot of time, but when you’re in a firefight against a man who has access to a seemly endless supply of weapons of war, that was an eternity. He’d literally fired a bazooka at them, how in the fuck did he get a bazooka?! So, the good news about this situation? They’d found Jason Anderson. Bad news? They’d found Jason Anderson with an arsenal large enough and powerful enough to take down a small army. They’d managed to take cover, but Anderson clearly had night-vision goggles because, despite the fact that it was past eleven and pitch black, he always knew where they were. Oh, and Evan DeLuca was probably a dead retiree, not a recluse. That’s just great, another body to add to Anderson’s growing total. Now, all that he and Maggie had to do was not become part of that number. If only it were that easy. They’d managed to get around the side of the house where there were only two medium-sized windows on side of the house facing them instead of a large doorway like at the front and, presumably, the back.

When Kenny got Jess on the phone it was nothing but panicked observations, and the notification that they’d found Anderson, as he and Maggie ran for cover. His phone wasn’t even near his face when he made the call, so he’s not quite sure what all made it through, only that they were still thirty minutes away from the address.

“We need a plan.”

“He can see our movements so we’re going to have to be sneaky about it.”

“I’ll fire on him, cause a diversion, do you think you can try to sneak around back?”

“Are you crazy?! We didn’t have time to grab our vests, that’s suicide. Besides, how many rounds do you even have left?”

“I’ve got a mag and a half.”

“Really? I thought you fired a bunch of shots at him earlier.”

“I did, but I’ve been carrying extra ammo for this case, I figured I’d need it at some point considering we’re going up against a weapons dealer.”

“Smart-” She was cut off by another several hundred rounds being fired at the, thankfully incredibly thick, tree they were hiding behind. “We don’t have much of a choice Maggie. Head around back, I’ll try to distract him and not get shot.” He knew she’d argue with him, so he didn’t give her the chance to. He ran out from behind the tree and fired through the only window of the two that was open. There wasn’t any light on in the house, so Kenny really wasn’t sure what he was aiming for. After the sixth shot he heard “fuck! Fucking fuck!” And felt a wave of relief; he’d hit Anderson. Hopefully enough to keep him subdued. He ran around to the front of the house only to be met with the sight of Anderson pulling the pin out of a grenade. He ran back out faster than he entered and hugged the outside of the entrance just outside of the doorframe. “GRENADE!” The explosion went off where he’d been standing when he burst through the front door, shrapnel from the grenade exploded through the doorway seconds after he’d gotten out and he could hear some of it embed itself in the interior of the wall behind him.

When Kenny entered through the doorway, they were face to face. Kenny's gun was raised aimed at his forehead, and Anderson stood there weaponless. Pulling the trigger, Kenny made the mistake of thinking that it was over, that Anderson was done for. Click. Horror and vindication simultaneously coursed through Crosby and Anderson. The gun was empty. He'd spent all the rounds. Before he could lower his useless gun Anderson was on him like a feral animal. Despite the gunshot wound to Anderson’s right shoulder, he was just as lethal without a weapon as was when he had one. Anderson had him by the throat up against the wall and was pressing his thumbs into Kenny’s throat. Kenny threw two quick punches to Anderson’s jaw, releasing him and making them stumble away from each other. It quickly turned into a fight on the floor. They were biting, kicking, hitting each other, trying to get the upper hand. Kenny managed to land a solid elbow to Anderson’s head but that seemed to be the tipping point that only enraged him. The next thing Kenny knew Anderon had pushed him up and smacked him on the ground, knocking the air out of his lungs, and started to choke him again. Kenny tried to lay in a punch like the first time, but Anderson saw that coming, just dodged away from the fist and started pushing his thumbs into the centre of Kenny’s neck harder.

“FBI! Put up your hands!” Anderson growled but did as he was told. Kenny lay there gasping for breath knowing that it was too easy, Anderson had another trick up his sleeve, and Maggie was too smart not to know it too. She stepped closer, her gun pointed to the back of Anderson’s head, one hand reaching to her waist to grab her cuffs... That’s when Anderson made his move, spinning around and grabbing her by the waist, Anderson pulled her to the ground, the force caused her to let go of her gun. She tried to reach for it but Anderson pulled her towards him by her hair and put her in a chokeholdJaytill hazy from the lack of air Kenny grappled at him from behind. Trying to do something, anything, to save Maggie. Whatever he did worked because Anderson turned back to face him only now he had a bruise on the side of his face that was already swollen. Anderson tried grabbing Kenny by the neck again, but it was clear he was low on energy and just trying to fight until his last breath. Too bad for Anderson that Maggie wasn’t going to let that happen.

Crack.

And then Anderson was unconscious, lying on top of him, and Kenny barely had the strength to move the gun dealing scumbag off of him. “You good?”

“Yeah, thanks.” He looked at the gun in Maggie’s hand and Anderson on the ground. She was holding her gun by the barrel and there was some blood on the handle. “You cold-cocked him?”

“Yeah, I tried shooting him, but I mistook my gun for yours. I told you that you wouldn’t have enough ammo.”

“That you did. Thanks again, for saving my ass.”

“Any time.”

“I’m gonna call the team and let them know they don’t have to come in guns blazing... Especially because we are surrounded by improperly stored weapons and ammo. I’ll probably call for an ambulance too, to come to check you out.”

“What? Me?”

“Yeah, he had you in that chokehold pretty hard.”

“He strangled you, twice!”

“Three times actually, you weren’t here for the first one.”

“Even if you have to be dragged over by the ear, you will be getting checked out by the ambulance too.”

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“I’m going to preface this by saying Maggie’s fine, she doesn’t even have a concussion.”

“... That was the absolute worst way to start this call. Are you aware of that? Oh the heart attack you’re giving me? What the fuck happened?”

“Long story short, we found Jason Anderson and he tried to kill us.”

“And the long version? Actually, wait do I even want to know?”

“Probably not, but you want to know anyway because you think it will make you worry less, even though we both know it won’t, don’t you?”

“... Yes.”

“We got shot at a lot, got pinned down behind one of the massive trees they have out here, split up with me providing the distraction, I almost got blown up, my magazine was empty from providing cover so we went hand-to-hand, the door at the back was blocked by crates of uzis so it took her a while to get back, I got strangled three separate times, managed to land good hits, so did he, he threw Maggie on the ground when she showed up and she hit her head, he put her in a chokehold, I got her out of it by pinching his armpits really hard after punching wasn’t working, he tried to strangle me for the third time and Maggie cold-cocked him with my empty gun cause she couldn’t find hers. The paramedics cleared her, she’ll be fine. I think that Hana’s gonna try to drag us to the local clinic when we get back to town.”

“She’s okay?”

“Completely, she doesn’t even have a headache or sore throat, and she really saved my ass back there. She’s good. She’s with Hana right now actually. Hana was really off when everyone showed up, she’s been pretty worried and she won’t believe me when I say I’m okay but she’ll believe Maggie. You know you could probably call her, check up on her yourself? We were talking with the paramedics and she kept talking about this halal burger place you brought her to and she’d do anything for one of those right now... But from the look on her face when she brought you up, I’d wager she was actually talking about you. She misses you, even spent an hour talking about you when we all got Thai food in Boston.”

“Alright, thanks, man. I don’t know what I’d do if she wasn’t okay.”

“Gee, thanks for showing your concern for me. You know, your brother in arms-”

“Alright-”

“Fellow ex-ranger-”

“Okay-”

“Favourite blonde-”

“I’m glad you’re alright Kenny. I just can’t believe you two went up against Jason Anderson and walked away unscathed.”

“Actually my throat is pretty sore and the paramedics found some shrapnel in my right leg, all of it was shallow but some of it got pushed in deeper during the fight.”

“... Just go to a hospital, man. Seriously. Also, Hailey is my favourite blonde now. Sorry.”

“What?!”

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“We have a problem.”

“What kind of problem, Hana?” Jess may have sounded cool, calm, and collected, but anyone who knew him was able to tell it was the opposite. Jess LaCroix likes for things to get done and stay done, according to Tali that’s why he hates doing the dishes, and this threw a serious wrench in everyone’s plans to escort the culprits, and children because children’s aid still hasn’t shown up, back to Boston and then go home to New York.

“Anderson’s set up a buy, a big one. Everything in that house except for two AK-47’s, ten grenades, and eight rounds of ammo for the AK-47, is for a single buyer, they’re meeting at the base of a hiking trail in two days.”

“Fuck. There were uzis and bazookas, who the hell are these guys.” Anderson was just a weapons dealer, and he was dangerous enough, Kenny really wasn’t looking forward to meeting whoever the buyer was. “I don’t know, I couldn’t find out, but there is some, I guess, good news. They think that he blew up an FBI agent and that that’s who’s in the hospital under armed guard. They think he got away, want to do the exchange earlier than planned, they want to meet in two hours, the same location.”

“Hana, we have the opportunity to also take down some pretty dangerous buyers too, that’s great news, why don’t you think so?”

“Kenny, they don’t know his exact face but they have a description. Six feet tall, blonde, blue eyes, muscular-”

“You think I have muscles?” Kenny realized his attempt at lightening the mood wasn’t welcome when no one chuckled along with him, muttering a quick apology before looking back at Hana, whose face displaced what he could only describe as contained distress. “Kenny, you’re pretty banged up, you shouldn’t be going out there.”

“Hana, I’ll be fine. Everything’s mostly superficial, SWAT hasn’t gone back to Boston yet, and we may not get another chance to get these guys. It has to be done, and quickly. I’ll be okay.” She took a deep breath and looked down at the papers on the table in front of her. She did not like it, that much was very obvious, but she looked frustrated that his logic was right, and that they’d have to go through with his, admittedly not very well thought out, plan. “Alright, I guess I’ll go and get the tech set up.” Jess coughed to draw attention to himself, along with everyone else in the room they’d been ignoring, and Kenny felt his cheeks heat up. “Sorry, is this the plan we’re going through with and should I get the tech together?”

“While I get the local LEO’s to give us some info on the terrain?” Jess looked them both over before nodding. “Sounds like that’s what we’re doing, thanks for doing all the planning guys, everyone, go get prepared.”

“Kenny, can you come and find me after you’re done talking to the LEO’s? I’d like to talk for a sec.”

“Sure thing Maggie.”

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His talk with Maggie ended up just being a quick, and confusing, talk.

“I know that it’s been a rough couple of days, but I’m still you really need to be careful.”

“I know, it won’t be like back at the house, there’ll be back up this time, and I’ll have ammo in my gun this time.”

“This isn’t the time to joke but... Okay. And one more thing, be nice to Hana.”

“Aren’t I always nice to Hana? I feel like she’s upset with me but I don’t know what I’ve done wrong.” Maggie sighed before giving him a long look and was clearly debating whether or not to say something. “It’s not that you’ve done anything wrong, it’s just that... current circumstances have been stressing her out. Like me being your partner right now, it’s thrown her off a bit. And she said you’ve been acting strange so she’s worried about you for that on top of your physical safety, and Zadie has been calling and texting her quite a bit asking for updates about you, and it’s just been a lot for her.”

“Why didn’t she tell me any of this?”

“Sometimes it’s easier to talk to someone who isn’t directly involved in the issue. Look, all I’m saying is that you need to be careful, and maybe tell Zadie to not ask about you while you and Hana are working.”

“I didn’t even know she’s been doing that, it doesn’t matter that Hana isn’t in the field, her work is still crucial and she can’t afford to be distracted. Are we good?”

“Yeah, we’re good.”

“Good.”

Maggie was still pretty vague, but when Hana was wiring him up, he promised her he would be careful and cautious, that he was sorry if he worried her, the relief on her face made his heart twinge. He hadn’t meant to make her so concerned.

Two sets of headlights drove up the gravel road that leads to town, bring Kenny back to the present. Two men stepped out of each car and he immediately had to stifle a groan. He was now standing alone in a hiking trail parking lot alone, but with back up hiding in the trees, with four nazis. They were all in their fifties wearing blatant white supremacist clothes. He counted a trump shirt, a confederate flag, an all lives matter shirt, and a swastika shirt. “You Jason Anderson?” Confederate spoke first, and his voice was so loud and boisterous it shook his beer belly. “I am.”

“Is that FBI agent you blew up dead yet?”

“I really didn’t come here, when the feds are really pissed and packing heat, to make small talk. Are you buying or not? I’ve got them all loaded up in the back.”

“Can we see them first?”

“After I see the cash.” Trump shirt looked at confederate for confirmation before walking to the second pick-up truck, because of course, and returned with two stuffed duffle bags. Kenny unzipped them the second they were in front of him, and sure enough, stacks of $100 bills shoved inside in a disorderly fashion. Kenny pretended to count but he was really biding his time, trying to find ways to get them to spill their guts. “What do you guys want with this much firepower, anyway? It’s a bit much for hunting.”

“There’s an abortion clinic a couple of hours away in Boston, we’re going to teach those whores to respect life.” And here I was thinking that these scumbags couldn’t get any worse. Kenny sighed and popped the trunk, revealing the crates of guns, that all had the firing pins removed making them useless, but assholes one through four didn’t need to know that. “Alright, take a look. What do you think?”

“I think... That we just got an arsenal for FREE!” All four aimed their newly attained weapons and... Didn’t fire. “Really? Did you honestly think I’d put ammo in there? Whatever, FBI YOU’RE UNDER ARREST!” They didn’t even have time to start running before the most wanted unit, Maggie, SWAT, and LEO’s had burst out of the trees, guns raised.

Fucking morons.

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“Hey man, how’d the bust go?”

“Great, we arrested the head of the local faction of the KKK and his minions, apparently. You know, the second the guns were in their hands they tried to blow me to pieces. They thought we, or Anderson rather, would have them all loaded up for them so they could make away with the guns and the cash. You should’ve seen them when they were arrested, they were genuinely surprised that their plan didn’t work, and that no one wanted to hear their bigoted crap. And Anderson’s ex-wife decided to take in all four of Karnstein’s kids, those he had with her husband and brother, which is great because we were worried about what was going to happen to them, but she said she just wants to keep all the siblings together and that’s an example of sainthood if I ever saw one. And before you ask, yes, Maggie’s fine.”

“I’m getting a little predictable when it comes to her, aren’t I?”

“A bit, yeah- hold on one second... I’m back.”

“What was that?”

“I got another call.”

“From who?”

“Zadie.”

“The girl you’re dating who happens to be the roommate of your best friend and the girl you’re in love with?”

“... Shut up.”

“Hahaha no. Look, we’re both idiots, all three of us were until Halstead figured out how to get off. I can’t talk to Maggie about how I feel, not yet and maybe not ever. Losing her husband left horrendous scars and she needs me to be her partner and her friend, she doesn’t need to deal with how I feel. But you and Hana? You could happen, you could talk to her, I know that you spoke with her about your PTSD and she’s told you about serious things in her life and herself. Both of you have a trust and bond that doesn’t need to be tested. It’s tried and true. You don’t deserve to be miserable, drowning yourself in distractions and being a distraction. Just promise me you’ll think about it.”

“Okay, I will. And for what it’s worth, I don’t think you and Maggie are as far away from each other as you think. She talks about you all the time, she told me so many stories about you two in the field. She trusts you implicitly, and the face she makes when she talks about you... There’s nothing platonic about that. So you need to think about talking to your girl and moving forward too, okay?”

“Yeah, okay.”

“Am I really not your favourite blonde anymore?”

“Haha, no you’re not, sorry.”

“You knew her for like three days!”

“Eh, still.”

“I hate you.”

“No you don’t.”

“... No, I don’t. But... Maggie told me about the clown fairy princess and I’m gonna tell Halstead about it the next time I call him, which we’ll be in an hour cause I want to catch him before he goes to work. So, HA!”

“Crosby!”

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donutloverxo · 4 years ago

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Duuude u don’t miss with these Drabbles!! LOVE it!!! Hb one with drunk Steve gettin a lil frisky if ya know what I’m sayin

Aw thank you so much🥺🥺 I love writing them so keep em coming! Smut ahead!

You groaned carrying the weight of your almost 240 pounds man, who was all muscles and beauty and thick arms... his arm around your neck, you were bringing him over to bed. After Sam dropped him off at your door.

"Romeo couldn't stop talking about you." He had said.

You stumbled down with him when he couldn't keep up with you. Kneeling next to him you pinched the bridge of your nose. Usually you were the one that party's and drinks more than she can handle, how the roles were reversed. Were you this annoying to deal with as well?

"Stevie come on. Let's just go to bed." You whined as he laid on his back on the floor. "You can sleep in our comfy bed!"

"Mm this is much better doll" He drawled in that Brooklyn accent of his, shamelessly ogling the curve of your breasts. He trailed the tip of his finger along your shoulder and giggled as the flimsy strap of your cami fell down your shoulder, revealing the swell of your breast.

"Eyes up here" You said gravely. Though you weren't that annoyed anymore. It was almost cute to see him so needy.

"Hm" He hummed squeezing your breast and feeling their weight in his hand "They're mine. I can look at them all night long if I want" He groaned pulling your titt out of your cami. He traced his finger over your hard nub and revelled in the way you shuddered, goosebumps painting your skin.

You swatted his hand away and covered up your titt, to which he let out a sound of disapproval. "Really? I thought they were mine. Since you know they're attached to me!" You huffed slapping his pec.

"Nope" He said his eyes now staring at your lips "They're mine. Cause you're mine." And you really had to fight the smile creeping up on your face. "Just like I'm yours." He said giving you his signature lovestruck fools grin. "Can I kiss you?" He whined pushing his thumb past your lips. "I love your boobies. And kissing you." He thought out loud.

"Boobies?" You snickered. You would love to kiss him, but he had tried to do just that the second he got home. Honestly his breathe didn't smell the best. But you can't tell him that and break his heart. Not when he's already looking at you as if he's a kicked puppy. You bent down giving him a quick peck.

He whined as you pulled away. "I want more."

"If you get in bed, I'll give you one more. Come on." You bargained. Tucking him in and kissing him goodnight. He was extra clingy while cuddling you that night. But it you weren't complaining.

#berry answers #berrys drabbles #steve rogers x reader

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12timetraveler · 4 years ago

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Chapter 51 of Campfire Stories is up.

Reader shelters with Flaco from a blizzard. The two begin talking about this and that. Flaco discovers that reader is a virgin.

Below is a little teaser. Read the full thing on AO3

“I can’t believe The Terror of The Grizzlies sent me to take care of a bear,” You chuckled to yourself as you tossed the pelt on the back of your horse. It had been a particularly angry grizzly, judging by the trail of carnage you’d followed to find it. But surely it wasn’t something a famous gunslinger couldn’t handle?

You giggled to yourself as you swung your leg over your horse, settling in the saddle. He’d looked so damn cute when he’d asked you to hunt the bear. Huffing and puffing as he fought to push down his pride, grumpily pointing his knife at you when you failed to keep a straight face. Though you weren’t really laughing at his troubles with the bear, rather at how adorable he’d looked, all flustered and pouting.

“Fucking bears.” you chuckled, recalling his final words as you’d left the cabin. You urged your horse into a canter, following the barely-visible road back to Cairn Lodge. The wind was beginning to pick up, and the snow was starting to fall once again. If you weren’t careful, you’d end up stranded in one of the abandoned cabins up here. Again.

Flaco was lucky you were sweet on him. Otherwise you wouldn’t make the journey up here nearly as often as you did. Most of your trips up here resulted in you stuck in a blizzard, either barely making it off the mountain, or finding refuge in an abandoned hut. Your horse huffed and whinnied angrily as you pushed it deeper into the mountains, no doubt wishing you’d picked an easier man to be the center of your affections.

You couldn’t quite pinpoint when exactly you’d developed your feelings. Somewhere between him calling you pretty while pointing a gun at your head, and gently telling you to stay warm as you went out on another job. You found yourself making the journey up into the snow more and more. You instructed Cripps to set up your camp near Cattail pond, so you were right near a road that led up to him. You spent weeks hunting down a pristine grizzly bear pelt so that you could have Gus make you a coat just like Flacos. Yes you were a lovestruck idiot. But you’d shoot anyone who said so to your face.

As you neared Colter, you turned up the hill, cutting across the snow to save you a few extra minutes. The snow was already falling harder, so you could only see a few feet in front of you. At this point you’d resigned yourself to a night at Colter. At least there was some firewood in the main cabin where you always took shelter.

You trotted down the hill, stopping just in front of the cabin. With a grunt, you swung the heavy pelt over your shoulder and gently kicked the door open with the toe of your boot. Flaco glanced up from the piece of wood he was sharpening. Was he actually carving something, or just idly whittling away? You’d always wondered but for the sake of his pride you never asked.

“There you are, chiquita. I was starting to worry the bear had gotten you.” He mused as you tossed the pelt down in the corner.

“What, me? Nah,” You grinned. “It’ll take more than a big ol’ teddy bear to bring me down,” You teased. Flaco huffed and gumbled, but didn’t say anything more. You rubbed your hands together for a moment, letting the fire warm them. You really did not want to go back out there in that storm, but you’d have to go soon if you were going to make it to Colter.

“I’d better get going,” you relented, more to yourself than to Flaco.

“In this?” He asked, pulling back the large hide over the window to peer outside. A white curtain of snow met his gaze. He couldn’t even see the outhouse a few feet away from the cabin. “You’ll die if you go out in this.” He scoffed.

“Eh. I’m only going to Colter. Ain’t that far. I’ll be fine. I’ll hunker down there for the night before I head back down to my own camp.” You shrugged.

“Stay for a bit, chiquita. Get some feeling back in your toes before you go back out there.” He said, gesturing toward the fire. “I know you’re eager to get back to your exciting life, and away from old Flaco, but wait until the snow dies down some.” He said You nodded gratefully, sitting on a mat near the fire.

“Thanks,” You said. “And I ain’t trying to get away from you.” You said, narrowing your eyes at him and daring him to argue. “I just figured you wouldn’t want me hanging around too long, in case anyone else came lookin’ for work. Wouldn’t want them thinkin’ you’d gone soft, spending your time with a lady.” You stage whispered. He roared out a laugh.

“Lobita you know it doesn’t matter to me if you’re in a dress or trousers,” He scoffed. “Some men out there, they think women can’t handle the life. We both know you’re one of my most trusted employees. I’ve met women who could kick my ass in a fight, and I’ll admit it gladly.” He said.

“Really? Like who?” you asked, settling back against the wall, ready to hear an exciting story of the old days.

“Ever hear of Black Belle?” He asked. You raised an eyebrow, nodding.

“Course I have.” you said. “I actually work some jobs for her on occasion too. I didn’t know you two knew each other.”

“Yeah. We ran together for a little while. Worked some impressive jobs.” He chuckled nostalgically. “But we’re two stubborn mules. Especially back then. Eventually we went our separate ways. We work much better as amigos than as amantes.” He said.

“Amantes…” You paused, putting your limited knowledge of Spanish to work. “What, you two were lovers?” you asked.

“Briefly,” He said. “Like I said, we were both too strong willed. We ran together as partners in crime first. Then we tried the romantic bit. Didn’t last very long, and we left on good terms.” He chuckled. “It’s good to know the old cougar is still out running. Send her my regards when you see her next.”

“Oh I think when I get off this mountain I’ll be going straight to visit her,” You chuckled. “I’ve gotta hear this from her.”

“What, you don’t believe me?” He asked with fake hurt.

“No, I just have some… questions for her.” you giggled. Flaco wiggled his eyebrows at you.

“Questions I couldn’t answer?” He asked.

“Mmmhmm.” You said. “Just woman’s talk,” You said innocently. In all honesty, you’d never be able to get up the courage to ask her the questions on your mind. How did Flaco’s lips feel? Was he romantic or distant? Was he good in bed? How big was his…

“Alright, chiquita be mysterious if you want.” He huffed, pulling you from your thoughts. “But I think you owe me something.”

“What for?” you scoffed.

“I told you about one of my deep, personal relationships,” He said dramatically. “I think it’s only fair you tell me about one of yours.” He said. You were quiet for a moment, panicking. “Do you have a fella? Some secret man hidden back at home, keeping your bed warm until you return? Or do you prefer the one-night stands with mysterious men you meet in saloons?” He asked.

What the hell were you going to say? How could you tell him you were a virgin? He’d never believe that you of all people were innocent. Not the way you acted and carried yourself. The way you were always lightly flirting with him.

Worse, what if he did believe you? What if he laughed at you, or looked down at you? Patronized you for being so naive about such things? What if he took advantage of you, forced himself on you… no Flaco wouldn’t do that. He may be an outlaw, but he had a moral compass of some kind. He wouldn’t force himself onto you.

“Chiquita” Flaco asked gently, pulling you out of your panicking. You met his gaze. His brows were furrowed in concern. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think… did you lose someone then?” He asked. You couldn’t help but smile. He was so damn sweet, behind the prickly exterior he’d created for himself.

“No,” you said finally. “I… uh… well I’ve never really been with someone.” You said.

“Oh. Never had a grand romance,” He said, nodding in understanding. “Maybe for the best. This lifestyle isn’t always kind to romance. Tell me about your favorite barfly then? Some poor fool you bewitched in your travels.” He said.

“No… I...erm…” you coughed and looked down. “I ain’t ever actually… been with anyone at all.” You said. You could feel your cheeks warm.

“What you’ve never…” Flaco paused. “You’re a virgin?”

#flaco hernandez/reader #flaco hernandez/f!reader #virgin!reader #flachoes #Campfire Stories

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joiesomer · 5 years ago

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who: somer, jeff ( @xjefferxx )

where: a resort hotel

when: jan 10

notes/triggers: nsfw, fun times after the question

Jeff was in a dream if you asked him in this moment. He was with the man that held his heart, they were in love and engaged. He was letting Somer sleep as he went to stand by the window with just a blanket over his shoulders. It was very pretty where they were staying. Turning back to the bed, he smiled like a fool to see Somer sleeping as he was.

Maybe Jeff thought Somer was sleeping. The redhead wasn't, though. His eyes were half-lidded, watching Jeff silhouetted by the windows. Nothing was more gorgeous, he thought, than his fiancé, nude, with the lights of the city behind him. Mostly the nude part.

Jeff tilted his head some. He couldn't tell if Somer was still sleeping but he didn't mind if he wasn't. The sheet did little to hide what was all his and the look of him was perfect. "You're perfect, you know? Like a work of art as you lie there."

Drowsily, Somer replied, "You're pretty perfect yourself. All tall and elegant."

Jeff blushed then. "Hmm, so you are awake." Walking back over, he kissed Somer's forehead then his lips as he laid back down with him. Fingers sliding over Somer's cheek. "I love you."

"I love you too," Somer whispered. He shifted himself away a bit so he could keep looking at Jeff. He brushed his fingertips through the dark chest hair, enjoying just gentle touches.

Jeff giggled. "Hmm that tickles but I like it." Turning to just look at him more. It was like they were in their own universe as they laid in that bed. "I was thinking, when it gets warmer, I want to take you to our beach house ... "

"I love the beach." Somer looked pensive, and sighed a bit. "I miss going ... we used to go in the summer, but then when we got older we didn't go as much ... "

Jeff took his hand, kissing his knuckles softly. "Hmm well we'll start going then. We'll go a bunch in the summer time."

"Wh-when we get married -- gosh that sounds so weird! -- can it be in the warm?"

Jeff grinned. "It sounds weird and amazing ... yes, of course. We can get married in California or Hawaii, wherever you want, my gingerbread."

"I was thinking season actually." Somer took his hand back so he could keep brushing his hands over Jeff's chest.

"So we get married in the summer?" Jeff smiling as he shivered under Somer's light touch to his skin.

The redhead laughed softly, fingertip drawing down along Jeff's breastbone. "Maybe spring. Just not now in the cold and the snow and the wind."

Jeff giggled. "Spring works too, but I won't lie, listing seasons and all I can think about is you and your brother and your cousins." Resting his forehead to Somer's, his arms wrapped his waist and rolled to have his fiancé lay on him. "There now you can touch and I can hold you."

"Should I have said months instead?" Somer leaned down to kiss Jeff's nose.

Jeff wiggled his nose. "Might be easier, yeah. But I won't lie, I'd love to get married in you ... I mean during summer." He winked. It was a bad joke but he felt the need to make it.

"Jeff!" Somer objected, laughing. "That was awful." He poked his fiancé in the side.

Jeff laughed. "Hey no tickling, meanie." He still laughed then, kissing him soundly on the lips.

"If you are going to commit violence against the English language you will get tickled."

"Yes, mister author." Jeff chuckled, kissing his chin then. "You know what could be a good book? A book about us, our love story."

Somer thought about that. "You think so? It's not very dramatic, really. It's just me being awful to myself. It's not like, oh, Val and Kat. Theirs is a romantic story."

"Hmm I think it's good because it's true. I mean, yeah Val and Kat, their story is something else. It's got a lot of past to it but ours is one of innocence turned into like than love." Jeff running his fingers through Somer's hair then.

The redhead laughed softly. "Innocence? You say that like I've forgotten what our first kiss was like. There wasn't anything about that that was innocent."

"Our first kiss was innocent and amazing. We kissed under a tree and under the stars ... " Jeff wiggling his brow to him. "it was sweet."

"Sweet, yes." Somer smirked at Jeff. "It was not innocent."

"How was it not innocent?" Jeff giving him a confused look as he kissed his nose.

"I seem to remember there being some tongue involved. And being pinned against said tree," Somer said slyly.

"Tongue doesn't mean it wasn't innocent. It was still, we just kissed and made out some. I didn't do that, maybe you pinned me." Jeff smirking as he was now just playing with the other boy.

"I didn't say who was pinned." Somer poked Jeff in the side, smiling. "It was not innocent."

"You gonna fight me on, Rainling?" Jeff chuckled, catching his hand and pulling him close to steal a teasing kiss from his lips.

Somer kissed back, then whispered, "Thought I was."

"Hmm bring it," he whispered back, kissing him again. They were in their little love bubble and Jeff didn't plan to leave it until they had to.

The redhead deliberately squirmed, rubbing himself on Jeff. Softly, with a wicked light in his eyes, he whispered, "No part of you has been innocent regarding me since you told me you didn't bite. Especially not the part I can feel now."

Jeff moaned softly. "Hmm you wanted me the moment we first spoke ... well actually for longer then that, but you know, you pinning me to the tree, I could feel things I just hand to touch." His hand skating down to stroke Somer for a moment.

"Nono," Somer scolded gently, shifting his hips away. "See? Not innocent.

"You're my fiancé now ... I'm allowed to touch." Pulling him back in close, rolling his body against Somer's as he kissed his neck. "You ruined me," he whispered.

Somer scoffed, and again, but melted down against Jeff anyway. "How -- mmmm -- how did I do that?"

"Because you made me think I can have the world and I can because of you. You made me sappy and lovestruck more than ever." He was teasing as he moved back up to kiss his lips.

Between kisses, Somer mumbled, "You've always been sappy. S'bastian said ... do that again, please ..."

"Sebastian is full of it." Jeff doing what he had done before again, this time, sucking along the way to his lips.

"Like a bro-- oooh, fuck, blondie ... " Somer writhed, sliding sideways.

Jeff hummed some. "Shh this is seduction time," he whispered, licking his neck. "Hmm taste as sweet as summer."

"Jeff -- Jeff please -- "

Jeff pulled back, caressing his cheek. "How do you want me, my love?"

Somer licked his lips, looking down into those beloved dark eyes. "Seduce me again," he breathed.

Jeff grinned, rolling Somer onto his back. He started at his jaw, pinning Somer's hands over his head on the bed. Working his lips down his jaw, he started on his neck, nipping and sucking.

Somer gave a low, blissful moan. "Blondie," he breathed. "what you do to me ... " He swore he could feel his blood headed south.

"You do it to me too." Jeff whispered there, kissing down his neck and along his collarbone.

"Not on -- on purpose." Somer moaned again, fingers flexing.

"Hmm so on purpose ... some times." Licking over his nipple and kissing along his defined abs. "Hmm I need to tell you more how good you look naked, cuz damn."

"'m list'n'n'," Somer mumbled, his accent getting thicker.

"You have the build of a god, my own little greek god that I get to cover in kisses and marks from my lips." Jeff mumbling against his hip as he was fully under the sheet now.

Somer kicked the sheet off so he could see the top of Jeff's head, blond strands falling everywhere. "Look." He moaned, then twitched and shivered hard, forgetting what he was going to say.

Jeff pulled up, looking to him. "What am I looking at, my love? At your amazing abs, your beautiful eyes or your sexy cock?"

That made Somer giggle, craning his neck. "That is not a /sexy/ part, Jeff."

"Oh yes it is, it's the sexiest part, I like watching how it twitches when I kiss it." Jeff kissing his hips than the head of his cock.

This giggle was cut off by a moan. "Blondie ... tease."

Jeff licked at the tip, then worked back up, kissing his hips again. He loved to hear him moan and see him squirm like he was.

"Jeff," Somer whimpered. "C'mon ... " He tried to move so Jeff's mouth was back at his cock.

"Oh calling me Jeff now ... does that mean you're needy, my love?" Licking up his cock.

The redhead moaned again, fingers sinking into the pillow before he reached down to pet Jeff's hair. "'m always needing y-you ... "

"I'm always needing you too." Jeff kissing his way back up, grabbing a condom as he kissed him softly. "Do I need to prep you or are you still open?" He whispered against his lips.

Somer kissed him back hard, wrapping his arms around Jeff's neck. "Waiting for you, blondie."

Jeff slipped the condom on, lining up and slowly pushing in with a soft moan. He moved slowly, kissing the parts Somer liked to be kissed as he moved in and out of him.

Somer lost his words, clinging to Jeff and moaning.

Jeff took his time with each thrust into him and back out. It had been more than sex for so long but still, he always felt the need to take his time with each movement.

The slowness of the way Jeff was making love to him made Somer moan continually. It was like he could feel each individual nerve light up. He rocked up into each stroke, fingers clenching in Jeff's hair. "Blondie," he groaned.

Jeff kissed him softly. "Yes, gingerbread," he whispered, finding a bit better of a rhythm for them. He was still taking his time but he was also building their pleasure together. He wanted to bring them both as close as he could to their pure bliss.

Words went away. Somer felt so good, like he could burst into stars at any moment. He didn't want Jeff to break away from kissing him, even for a second. Pulling the blond even closer, he nipped gently at his lip, then kissed him slow and soft.

Jeff gladly kissed him, even moaning when his lip was nibbled as it was. He grinned a bit, kissing him back just as deep and letting himself melt into him more. His hips shifting to rub past his prostate, wanting to give him more pleasure.

It was always the same with Jeff -- Somer became so absorbed in the trading of pleasure, in the way the blond's mouth tasted and the way his hands felt. And then his orgasm surprised him, and he plastered himself against Jeff, muffling whimpers against his shoulder.

Jeff always seemed to be right there with him when he felt Somer cum. He did as well, holding him close and just kissing him or his skin as he did. He'd moan the other boy's name as well, just wanting to hold him ever so close.

Feeling Jeff come, Somer relaxed, melting limply into his fiancé's arms. "Love you," he whispered, with a loopy smile, "love you."

#c:jeff #para: jeff.#;para #para: 1.10 engaged sex

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aalissy · 6 years ago

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Dinner

Chapter 15 is here! Yayya! I hope you all enjoy! It’s pretty early today because I’m going to my bffls birthday party today :D :D! Happy 19th Olivia <3! You da bestest!! How did everyone feel about Gamer 2.0. I stayed up suuuuper late to see it and didn’t think it was worth it xP. Even if the Ladynoir was pretty cute xD.

AO3

Adrien scrambled around his bedroom as he set up the finishing touches to his dinner. He breathed a sigh of relief as he lit the candles and stepped back to take in his masterpiece. Red roses were set upon the table by his couch along with an assortment of delicious food. Please Ladybug, Adrien’s eyes shut tightly, Please like this.

“What is this, kid?” Plagg swooped up from his position on Adrien’s bed.

“A dinner I set up for Ladybug,” he said eagerly, “After she saved me from the recent akuma attack, I invited her over.”

The small kwami snorted, “You’re besotted,” he flew to one of the many hiding places.

“I just hope she likes it,” Adrien whispered to himself. The model then began rearranging the flowers and candles anxiously. He was startled from his nervous tic by a small tap on his window. With one last hopeful glance at the arrangements, he raced over to allow Ladybug entry.

“Hi,” she said shyly as he opened the window for her and she came inside.

“Hey,” he said timidly back.

“Hi,” Ladybug said again before shaking her head, “Um I mean, what’s up?”

“Nothing,” Adrien stared into her beautiful blue eyes before gesturing over to his table, “I made you dinner,” he said eagerly.

“What?” the superheroine’s brow was set into a frown, “You didn’t have too.”

“I know,” he kicked the ground, “But I wanted to,” he looked up at her hopefully.

Ladybug’s face was lit up with a beautiful red blush as she stared at his arrangements, “Adrien... This is beautiful.”

“Oh good! You like it then?”

“Like it? Adrien, I love it!” she turned to him with a wide smile.

His face turned a pale pink with her compliment as the heroine took a seat on the couch. The model followed after her as he sat down next to her, both his and her faces turning a shade darker with their closeness. “I hope you enjoy the food,” Adrien beamed, “It’s some of my favorites.”

“Well, I’m certain if it’s some of your favorites they’ll probably end up being my favorites too,” Ladybug looked at him with a shy smile.

“G-great,” he stuttered, scratching at the back of his neck nervously. He watched eagerly as she took a bite.

“Mmm! Adrien, this is delicious!” the heroine took another, larger bite, “Who made this?”

“One of the chefs we have,” the model laughed before taking his own bite, “I’m glad you like it.”

“Like I said though,” Ladybug scarfed down another huge bite, “You didn’t have to do this. It’s my job to protect you and all of Paris.”

“Yeah?” Adrien raised an eyebrow, “Your mouth says one thing, Ladybug, but your stomach says another.”

Her cheeks turned a delicate pink as her stomach let out a tell-tale growl, “You may be right about that,” she giggled.

“Besides,” he stared at her adoringly, “You’re Paris’ hero! You deserve this!”

“Thank you, Adrien,” Ladybug stopped eating to place a hand over his own, “This was really sweet of you.”

“I-I... Thank you,” he stammered, flushing as he looked down at their hands.

The superheroine let out a squeak as she quickly removed her hand from atop his and gave him a tight smile. He smiled weakly back, already mourning the loss of her warm hand.

“I th-thought I was the one who was supposed to be thanking you,” Ladybug stuttered slightly.

“Right,” Adrien laughed, “You’re welcome then.”

The two continued to eat as they continued blushing and teasing each other. When they finally finished the mass amounts of food Adrien had brought up, the model scrambled to stop Ladybug from leaving with a shout, “Wait!”

“What do you mean?” her head tilted from her position on the couch.

“I um, have dessert,” Adrien scratched the back of his neck nervously, “And I didn’t want you leaving before you tried some.”

“I wouldn’t just leave without saying goodbye,” she said softly.

He rushed back to her with a plate of pastries and other delicate treats, “Here you go! I hope you like these just as much!”

Ladybug giggled, “I’m sure I will,” she reached for a chocolate croissant and took a bite out of the delicious dessert, “Mmm! This is really good! Did one of your chefs make this too?”

“Actually, no. They come from the best bakery in town,” Adrien puffed out his chest proudly.

“Oh yeah? Which one?” Ladybug’s brow furrowed.

Desperate to retract the frown that was marring her beautiful features, Adrien blurted out, “Um, the Dupain-Cheng bakery!”

The superheroine’s cheeks lit up as a wide beam spread across her features, “So that’s what you were doing there! I-I mean, you must like their pastries right?”

Relieved that the frown was gone, he missed her earlier words and nodded eagerly, “Yeah! They make the best desserts in Paris!”

She giggled cutely as more redness brushed against her cheeks, “I’m glad you think so.”

“Do you go there a lot too, then?”

“You could say that, yes,” Ladybug laughed loudly as she took a pink macaroon. Finally, when all of the desserts had been eaten and the two had continued talking for so long that Adrien’s eyes began to droop, the superheroine stood up and stretched.

“Are you leaving?” he yawned.

“Yeah, because you can barely keep your eyes open,” she teased.

“My eyes are fine,” Adrien opened his eyes wider before they fluttered closed as he let out another yawn.

“I can see that,” Ladybug placed a hand on his cheek before she leaned down and kissed the other one, “Thank you for the lovely dinner though, Adrien.”

“Mhm,” he nodded dumbly as his cheek tingled.

“Goodnight,” the superheroine waved goodbye and blew him a light kiss before swinging off into the darkness of the city.

“B-bye,” he waved back before stumbling his way over to his bed.

“Like I said, besotted,” Plagg snickered as he came out from his hiding place.

“Shut up, Plagg,” Adrien said through another yawn before sighing dreamily, “She kissed me.”

“Yeah, on the cheek you lovestruck fool,” the kwami rolled his eyes.

“Still counts,” he murmured before falling into a deep sleep filled with wonderful desserts and pretty superheroines.

#ladrienjune #ladrienjune2019 #ladrien #miraculous #miraculous ladybug #fic

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your-hero-imagines · 7 years ago

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Could I have a head canon where Bakugou realizes he has a massive crush on the reader and tries to confess multiple times but he keeps messing it up and he ends up just kissing the reader in public? ❤️❤️

Yoo my friend are you still alive and in the fandom? I hope so since I’ve finally done it! XD

Sorry guys I have a massive writing block when it comes to BNHA atm. I’ve been through some shit and I’m finally getting my life back in order. But let’s stop ranting and start writing!

Warnings: Swearing, jealousy.

Words: 1641

It happened slowly, but steadily. At first he didn’t notice himself, but from time to time Bakugo realized how his chest was narrowing whenever he saw you surrounded by people you seem to be fond of. Those dumbasses didn’t deserve one second of your precious time, goddamn it!

When he finally admitted to himself that he was developing feelings for you, he didn’t know what to do. He…confessing? Exposing himself to the danger of being humiliated and turned down? But if he doesn’t do anything, someone as amazing as you is sure to belong to someone else, soon…

You on the other hand have been exchanging lovestruck looks with Bakugo for a long time - ever since Mineta was creeping on you and he sent him flying, he had gotten your attention. But he was simply unapproachable. Too determined to ever consider something nearly as important as his dream to aspire to become the No. 1 hero.

But you knew there was more to the boy than just arrogance and anger. It was hard to grasp, but deep inside Bakugou sure is a big softie, full of love and insecurity - he just expresses it his own way. Anyway, you couldn’t dare to get closer to him, simply too afraid to make a fool out of yourself.

So both of you were just dancing around each other, every time you were getting close just acting like it was an accident. Especially since Bakugo would occasionally mock you with some comments, which weren’t too mean for his usual standarts.

_______

The fear of being rejected was holding both of you back, as well was the fact that your attraction to each other was growing bigger with each day. The two of you had different ways to deal with it, though.

“Heya, [___]. You look lovely today!” Kaminari said with a charming smile on his face.

“Oh, hi, sweetheart!” you cheered as you hugged your friend. Bakugou could only clench his jaw as he watched this scenery. It had been like this for a few weeks: Kaminari just was that way to all of his female friends. Only some harmless flirting, as long as the other person didn’t mind it. You almost always ignored it and just stayed polite, but Kaminari was complete oblivious to the fact that his friend had developed feelings for you.

Lately, you noticed that Bakugou left the classroom very often - especially every time you were surrounded by male friends of yours. Huh, that’s probably just your imagination, though. As soon as he got outside, he ran to the training fields and made as many explosions as he could do in that short a time, to help himself calm down. But most of the time he remained furious about the thought that you might like someone else than him.

_______

“What are you staring at, dumbass?” he disturbed your pondering through yelling at you in the midst of the class.

“Uh…I…Was just buried in thought. Seriously, I was just staring right through you! Sorry!!!”

“C’mon, Bakugou. Leave her alone!” Mina said, protectively as always. You didn’t want to cause a scene, so you just apologized quietly once again and ran out of the room.

“Now look what you’ve done! Embarassing her like that!” Momo preached with her arms crossed, not afraid of his wrath in the slightest.

“Shut it! Like I give a damn!” Actually, he did.

He let some time lapse away until he acted like he had to go to the bathroom, but instead went after you. Since he always secretly admired you from afar, he knew where to find you: On the athletics field, probably training your quirk to get your mind off this topic. Actually, he really admired how strongwilled you were, and how you’d always just do your thing no matter what other’s might say.

As soon as you saw him approach you, you got embarassed and tried to run away, but stumbled and fell. “Watch your step, clumsy girl” he mumbled as he lend you a hand to get up on your feet.

“T-thanks” you stuttered, shyly adding “Sorry for staring earlier…”

“Don’t mind it, I know I’m way too handsome to take your eyes away.”

“Wow, you’re not the humble one, huh” you chuckled, expecting him to get loud or insult you.

“Well, I’ve got all reason to think highly of me. And you should show some more confidence, too. You’re way better than you’re portraying yourself.” This was really the last answer you thought you’d get.

“That’s really kind of you, Bakugou. You sure are incredible.” Instantly getting flustered, the Bakugou faced the ground so you wouldn’t notice his crimson red cheeks. You on the other hand glared at him with wide open eyes, not thinking about how brightly you must’ve been blushing right now.

Realizing that one of your notebooks had fallen out of your bag, Bakugou crouched down to pick it up for you - your hands touching because both of you went to get it the same time. For a while, both of you were looking deeply in each other’s eyes in excitement. Quickly, Bakugou shoved the notebook into your arms and wandered off, mumbling some curse words under his breath. What the hell is wrong with him all of sudden?

You didn’t see him at school that day anymore, his friends told you he called in sick. As he got home and ignored his mother yelling at him for why he’s home already, he just walks right past her and tossing his bag into the corner of his room. Throwing himself on the bed, he buried his head deep into his pillow as he tried to calm his heartbeat, which was still racing way too fast considering you only got a bit too close.

“Fuck…Why do you have to be so damn cute?!”

_____

The day afterwards, you smiled widely as you saw him entering the classroom.

“Heya, Bakugou, I’m glad you’re healthy again!” you chanted happily, and even made him giving you a crooked smile in return.

“Since when are you friends with that jerk?” Uraraka asked, eyeing Bakugou suspecting.

“Oh, I wouldn’t call it friends. He was just being very kind to me, so I’ll treat him nicely in return!” It was almost impossible to notice how nervous you got with that question, desparate to hide your feelings.

Uraraka shook her head as she frowned in frustration. “You’re way too good for these kind of people…”

It was until the breakt hat the day went pretty normal. As always, you stood with your friends in the canteen, just chatting casually after eating. Then suddenly a student of class C approached you, making obvious attempts to get you on a date. All of your friends just giggled like little children as they observed you and the boy flirting. You went along with it because, well - why not? You’re single and Bakugou was out of your league anyway, so why not enjoy some positive attention?

“Heya, fuckface! You wanna get your ass kicked or what?”

The angry yelling voice you heared belonged to Bakugou, walking towards the other boy with firm steps, his hands balled into fists.

“What the hell is your problem, man?!” the boy responded, holding his hands up into the air as a sign of peace.

“I just don’t like your freaking face, dumbass!” Bakugou growled back, making small explosions to threaten him. At this time, all the other students in the canteen already surrounded you to watch the spectacle - but you went between them, almost slapping him out of anger.

“What the hell is your damn problem?!” People seemed to be more surprised about you swearing than anything else. You teared up, grinding your teeth. “I thought you’re actually kind of nice in your own, strange way. But seems like I was wrong!”

Seeing you like this made his heart stop a beat. To think that you might never speak to him ever again pained him too much to bear, so he did something very unusual out of his despair. “S-sorry, I didn’t mean to make you cry” he stuttered, making everyone’s jaws drop about him having actually apologized to anyone. He really lacked the confidence he usually coated himself with.

“Then why are you always so angry around me? Mocking me this whole time, and being mean to anyone close to me?! That’s not what friends do!”

Your eyes widened in excitement as Bakugou silenced you with a long, passionate kiss. Feeling his lips on yours, you could clearly realize that he was shaking. As soon as your lips parted, you could see his head being as red as a tomato. No one dared to make a sound as he said “Maybe this idiot is jealous.”

What? Did this seriously happen right now, or were you dreaming? His words stopped your pondering immediately. “There, now you have your damn reason! Now say something! Are you satisfied yet?”

“To be honest, I am” you chuckled awkwardly as you heared anyone around you whispering.

Bakugou’s threatening glare was enough to make them leave you alone. But he wasn’t done yet, and called out after them. “Fine! Just to be clear, this girl is mine now. Any of you who got a problem witht hat, come here for a beat-”

His words stuck in his throat as he saw you rolling your eyes. “Sorry. This habit might take a while to change.”

You laughed softly as you took his hand, saying. “Well, I like you just as you am. Just try to contain yourself a little, would you?”

Bakugou blushed heavy once again, his grip at your hand tightening as he dared to place a small kiss on your cheek.

“You want to go on a date after school now, or what?”

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