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girlfriend? | bucky barnes



| thunderbolts!bucky barnes x fem!reader
warnings: john walker and minor thunderbolts spoilers!!!!!
a/n: YAY!!! IM SO EXCITED TO WRITE FOR BUCKY AND MARVEL AGAIN!!! i also decided that this would probably take place after the events of the movie, and i took inspiration from clint hiding his family but, with reader! so, i hope i did your vision justice!!
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the smoke was dense and thick, making it almost impossible to see within five feet. the smell of sulfur and concrete filled the nostrils of the ‘new avengers’.
new york has seen yet another attack, this time by another outer space alien thingy that bucky couldn’t remember.
there’s a dreadful silence between the group, all stuck in their own minds, trying to figure out just what went wrong. how they got defeated so quickly.
he stood with his hands on his hips, trying to regain his breath after being slammed into a plethora of floors from one of the skyscrapers.
ava hunched over holding her midsection while also trying to catch her breath. yelena, leaning against a fallen slab of a building while clenching her arm. walker, somewhere else, blowing off steam as his shield was snapped in half, and alexei going on some sort of rant.
“it’s fine, this is fine” the broody older man speaks, his thick accent grating against buckys ears. “everybody get up!” the red guardian claps, trying to pump up the group. “we are the thunderbolts!!!”
yelena rolls her eyes, keeping a hand pressed on her arm, “dad, stop”. she looks at the man with sharp eyes. they say optimism is good to have on a team, but alexei had too much. it often got annoying.
turning a corner, walker, stuffing something in his suit pocket, looks to the others. “we’ve been compromised.”
ava stands, crossing her arms. “what?” she looks between bucky and yelena, who have the same look on their face. it isn’t dread, it isn’t worry, it’s something much worse.
alexei mutters some swear words in russian under his breath. and for a moment, no one knows what to do. they aren’t a team, they have no backup, and bucky knows that sam won’t help him.
yet again, he’s alone.
“well, what now?” ava asks, her attention trained on the white widow. “ah!” alexei holds up his fingers, then snaps, carrying a proud look on his face. “a safe house!”
everyone pauses, stealing glances at each other with a blank expression. clearly growing tired of the red guardians persona. “oh, you’ve got to be kidding me..” ava exasperates, before taking a few steps away from the group.
bucky contemplates for a moment, hes staring off at the gray rubble beneath his black boots. he only had a handful of options, one of those being sam. as he was not on the best terms with sam, he figured his last option would suffice. you.
“i know a place.”
the sun was just rising, its misty rays barely peeking through the thick fog. the air was cool and damp, the ground beneath covered with an early morning dew. a cabin tucked away amidst the trees stood silent and still, as if waiting to welcome the day.
the trees surrounding the cabin were barely visible through the dense fog, their leaves shimmering with dewdrops like tiny jewels on their green surfaces. the air was silent, save for the soft sound of the nearby river.
stepping off the quinjet, bucky stopped at the edge of the ramp, looking at his home he shared with you. he felt happy to be back home, but a part of him dreaded the following events.
bucky knew he was risking everything by bringing the others to his home, to you. someone who bucky made sure to keep hidden from everyone. he didn’t do it because he was ashamed or didn’t love you, but he did it because he loved you so much. it was better to keep you off file and off record, for your safety.
if anything happened to you, bucky would’ve surely lost his mind.
“why the hell are we at a cabin, bucky?” walker quips, following the other super soldier. “we can’t go on vacation now.”
“shut up, walker,” bucky snaps, shooting a glaring look over his shoulder as he waits for the rest of the others to fall in behind him. “what are we doing here? we clearly need a safe house,” yelena chimes in, ava and alexei adding something under their breaths.
bucky can already feel himself getting agitated with the anti-heroes. it’s hard enough working with people that collectively cannot get along, it was doomed from the veining. “it’s safe, just trust me.”
crossing the threshold of the dark oak cabin, the scent of fresh laundry mixed with mahogany, vanilla, and cashmere filled his nostrils, and in an instant, the tension in his shoulders dropped.
home. the living room was cleaned, and a few blankets on the leather sofa. you must've napped. a few records scattered around the record table, one still on the turntable, but the record had stopped playing long ago.
“baby? i’m home!” he calls out, not seeing any sign of your presence as he steps into the living room. it’s quiet, almost too quiet. bucky steps further in. “baby doll?”
the team steps in hesitantly, their hands hovering over whatever they have to defend themselves with. sharing puzzled glances with each other as bucky calls out to you.
you emerge from the stairway with a laundry basket on your hip. a quiet gasp gets caught in your throat as your eyes look past your boyfriend and see his co-workers. “what the..” you mutter, your eyes finally landing on bucky. “bucky?”
“we had nowhere else to go,” he explains, the wear and tear of fighting visible on his body. his eyes hold even more exhaustion than he let on.
you drop the laundry basket on the sofa and approach him, he hopes his arms and pulls you in, pressing a kiss on the top of your head.
yelena interrupts, “Im sorry..” the blonde holds out her hands, nose crunching with confusion. “what the hell is happening here?”
“yeah..what the hell is this?” walker stands behind yelena, his arms crossed now.
“guys, meet my girlfriend, y/n,” he introduced, holding you by his side. his thumb rubbing up and down your shoulders.
“hi..” you smile, holding up your hand to wave awkwardly. your freehand wrapping around buckys midsection.
the team is left speechless, all mouths are open, but no words are formed.
“girlfriend?!” yelena is flabbergasted, her eyes almost popping out of her head.
“oh! this is wonderful!! alexei is pushing past the other three, walking towards you with a big, dopey smile. “young love!” he cheered, clapping loudly.
you laugh awkwardly, again, because what do you do when the avengers are standing in your house?
“buck?” you look up at him, he had a less than amused look on his face.
“we just need some place to lay low, get patched up. i didn’t know what else to do.”
“ah, okay,” you pat his chest playfully, an amused laugh coming from you. “i can help with that.”
“girlfriend…” walker whispers as you begin leading the group downstairs to a makeshift med bay.
“shut it, walker!” buckys voice booms from a few feet ahead.
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"DON'T STOP LOVING ME."
synopsis: things were always easy between you and katsuki. until suddenly, they weren't. (aka you pull back and katsuki notices and hates it)
notes: ALWAYS w the unofficialbf!katsuki agenda. wc ~5k. childhood bffs bc duh. barely proofread sorry

ever since you were three years old with your scraped knees and sticky fingers to now, where teenage life could not be more confusing, there has always been one, unwavering, constant fact.
you're absolutely, utterly, head-over-heels in love with bakugo katsuki.
and you've never been afraid to show it! backhugs, tackling him to the floor, jumping on top of him and climbing him like a jungle gym, telling him you love him like it's the most obvious thing in the world. (it is)
he always scoffs and grumbles, but you'd never take it personally, because when he tells you to get off, he pulls you close. when he complains that you're annoying when you're sick, he brings you soup and medicine and cuddles you to sleep. when he blushes and tells you he hates you, his eyes tell a different story.
so what if he doesn't express it the same way you do? everyone has different ways of showing they care. even if he doesn't say it much, you know katsuki loves you.
right?
-
it was late when you accidentally overheard it. when you froze up and felt your heart drop to the floor. when you started shaking and sweating, eyes darting around for a trash can in case you threw up.
"bakugo, bro, when are you and y/n gonna make it official?" kirishima had teased, throwing an arm around katsuki.
katsuki scoffed and shoved him off. "tch. it's not like that."
"you suuure?" sero questioned. "you two seem awfully close for just friends."
"mannn, if i was bakugo, i'd be all over that. y/n is such a pretty girl!" kaminari chimed in, clearly jealous over his lack of love life.
the teasing continued. you couldn't see him from your angle, but you knew that katsuki definitely had a vein on his forehead that was getting larger by the second.
"you're always carrying her bag, walking her to class.."
"cuddling with her during movie nights, scratching her back.."
"oh! and don't forget how she never forgets to tell him she loooves him whenever they say goodbye!"
"c'mon, bakubro, just spit it out! you two are practically married already!"
the three laughed heartily, clearly enjoying the rise they were getting out of katsuki.
"all of you, shut the hell up!"
"just admit it. you're in love."
he gritted his teeth.
"i'm not in love." he grimaced, venomous anger bubbling to the surface.
"she's just there all the fucking time! always fucking doing girlfriend-y shit when she knows damn well she's not! always clinging and trying to cuddle and all that stupid sappy shit. she's just an annoying fuckin' habit ive learned to tolerate." he spat.
you froze.
what?
was he serious? like, really, truly, deadass serious? you knew he wasn't exactly the super affectionate type, but even still! you thought he really cared about you! clingy? annoying? tolerated?
your head spun as you broke out into a cold sweat. you could've sworn that that wasn't true. you and katsuki have been friends forever. surely he wouldve gotten rid of you by now if he hated you that much, right? and he cuddles you! and hangs out with you! he takes care of you when you're sick! there's just no way, right? he's just angry because he's being teased, right?
..right?
"damn, dude, that's pretty harsh," sero snickered. "you always take care of her, though, no?"
you held your breath.
"tch. doesn't fuckin' mean shit. just gotten used to her because she's been around so long."
your stomach dropped to the basement. he tolerated you. he thought of you as nothing more than an annoying habit.
insecurity pooled inside of you. now that you think about it, was he really cuddling you, or just not bothering to move you off when you laid on him? maybe he just thought you were too much of a hassle to get rid of when you came to hangout, so he just let you stay even thought he didn't want to. when he brought you medicine and stuff, maybe your sickness made you delirious and made you think he was being more affectionate and caring than he really was.
you felt nauseated. you recall all the times you threw a quick "i love you!" over your shoulder or while you clung to him. had he ever once said it back? ever? the room started spinning as you realized you couldn't think of a single time. he'd always deflected. gave you a classic "tch." rolled his eyes. messed up your hair. you dont think you'd ever even heard the word "love" from his lips.
had you just been deluding yourself all this time?
you couldn't take it anymore. sweating, you sprinted out before you could be spotted.
-
it's been two days since you overheard that conversation, and you'd been avoiding katsuki ever since. or rather, not quite avoiding completely, but there was an undeniable shift in your behavior. you stopped trying to cuddle with him. you stopped showing up to his dorm room to hangout. you especially stopped saying "i love you," even though it killed you every time.
katsuki hadn't shown much of a reaction to your change in behavior. he'd raise an eyebrow when your usual daily hugs disappeared or ask a gruff, "where were you?" when you didn't show up to your unofficial but completely established after school hangouts, but he had otherwise put up no protest.
you didn't know whether to be relieved or heartbroken.
on one hand, katsuki's kind of scary when he's confrontational. also, you don't know how you would be able to talk to him. "i overheard a conversation where you said you hate me but im madly in love with you and want to marry you and have your kids?" yeah right. you were sort of glad to be getting off easy.
but on the other hand, you were devastated. his apathy served as further confirmation that he meant every word he said. he really didn't mind that you were pulling back, and seemed perfectly content not being nearly as close as before.
you really had been deluding yourself. secretly, you had been hoping that he was just saying stuff in the heat of the moment and would actually be upset if you pulled back. because that would mean he cared. but he didn't give two shits about you. you really were just some stupid childhood habit he'd learned to tolerate.
you became less energetic as a person. not just with katsuki, but simply in general. your days seemed unbearably longer and darker without him. you had a hard time engaging and staying in the present, your mind wandering to katsuki again and again. it was pathetic, really. you two had never even dated. why were you so hung up about it? you two were just friends, and in fact, it seemed like he never even liked you in the first place. you were just stupidly hopeful and naive.
-
katsuki was dying.
two days. it had been two fucking days since you'd touched him or even just been remotely affectionate with him and he was going crazy. hell, he'd give the whole damn world even for just a smile at this point. he was desperate.
he didnt understand why you were being like this. it was like everything he knew about you had shifted, and he was just standing there, waiting for some kind of sign or something like an idiot.
katsuki had noticed the shift in your behavior immediately. of course he did. he knows you better than he knows himself, after all. at first, he thought you were just playing some dumb game or pulling some stunt to get his attention, but that wasn’t it. you waved instead of hugging. said a simple "bye" instead of "love you, bye bye!" it's not like you were completely avoiding him. you still talked. you still laughed. only now, it didn't quite reach your eyes.
and it was fucking killing him.
he hated that you were pulling back. he hated how off everything felt. he hated how fucking empty his dorm room felt when you weren't there to pester him. but most of all, he hated how he couldn’t even figure out what he'd done wrong. he couldn't think of any fights or reasons to be angry, but if that wasn't it, what was it? why were you suddenly just.. leaving?
he wanted to confront you. he wanted to pull you aside and demand to know where the fuck you went. but for the first time in his entire life, he didn't know how. because this wasn't like confronting stupid deku about his new powers. it wasn't about asking icyhot what his fuckin' deal was. it was you. his whole fucking world, even if he never said it out loud. he was nothing short of terrified to ask, because he feared it would drive you away even further, and he couldn't think of any alternate universe where he'd be able to handle that.
he found himself looking for excuses to be near you, to talk to you, to just be around you in any way possible. the last two days had been a torture of silence, of missed chances to sit next to you or casually reach out and tug you into his space like he used to. the times when he’d shove his arm around your shoulders or playfully mess with your hair, it had all stopped. he didn't feel like he could anymore. like he'd somehow lost the privilege. and now, all he was left with was this gnawing feeling in his gut that something was horribly wrong.
he had finally worked up the courage and tried asking you once, but you had shut him down with that all-too-familiar "nothing, just tired" bullshit and that damn closed-off look on your face that made him feel completely hollowed out.
he was desperate. he needed to feel you. needed to hear your bright laughter and see your stupid smile. it was so fucking stupid and sappy and so unlike him, but he couldn't even bring himself to care about that. he needed to cuddle with you until you fell asleep. have you curl up on his chest and get swallowed up by his much larger frame and watch you as your breathing quickly evened out from his touch. you could never stay awake long when cuddling with him. he found himself smiling at the thought.
he scowled. this is so fucking stupid. he thought to himself.
-
it all came to a bubbling point for him on friday. 5 whole days of "hi's" and a half-smile instead of "KATSUKIIIII's," and a running hug. he was losing his fucking mind.
usually, you convinced him to join the weekly 1a movie night by taking his hand and dragging him out of his room. he'd grumble about it, but he'd never refuse. he'd sit on the corner of the couch and you'd sit close to him before gradually inching closer, the night ending with you two cuddling. now, he willingly trudges to movie night of his own free will and sits in the same corner of the couch, but this time alone.
the room buzzed with quiet chatter and the flicker of the TV as the opening credits rolled and iida turned the lights off. it was some dumb romcom movie katsuki couldn't bring himself to care about in the slightest. you would definitely like it, though. kirishima passed around popcorn, sero argued with kaminari over which movie was the best, deku was doing his stupid nerd rambling as todoroki and hagakure gawked at him. and you? you sat on the other end of the couch.
not just away, but away from him.
the usual spot right beside katsuki, practically in his lap, head on his shoulder, knees draped over his thighs sat empty. you sat next to mina instead, curling into the armrest and pulling your legs up to your chest. you offered sweet smiles to everyone, laughed when something was funny, made conversation when prompted. but katsuki saw it. he saw you.
and he saw that you weren’t you.
he stared.
throughout the entire first half of the movie, he barely processed a single second of it. he kept looking over, waiting for you to glance at him, to shift closer, to give him a sign, anything, but you stayed curled in on yourself, legs angled away from him. he hated it. he hated how you looked like you were trying to make yourself smaller. like you were trying to disappear.
katsuki’s heart thundered. his leg bounced impatiently. his jaw was tight. he couldn’t take this shit anymore.
he stood up abruptly, catching your attention. he stalked straight over to you, jaw clenched and shoulders tense. he hovered over you, looking down and saying nothing.
you blinked up at him. "...what?"
his eyes were sharp and unreadable to most. but to you, who knew him better than he knew himself, you could see the anxiety and desperation swimming in his eyes.
no, no, no. remember, don't delude yourself. he doesn't like you, not even as a friend.
"are you okay..?"
"no." he snapped, his tone making you flinch. he softened at your reaction. "i just.. you've been.." he started, but his tone cracked, eyes flashing, and something in him snapped. "fuckin’ hell, just—"
he reached down and grabbed you.
gently, but with zero room for argument. strong arms slid under your knees and behind your back like it was the most natural thing in the world, and you barely had time to yelp before he was sitting down again, with you in his lap, pulled tight into his chest like you were his lifeline. (you are)
you froze, wide-eyed and stiff, but he just held you. his arms locked around you. he didn’t look at anyone else, didn’t give a shit about the stares or the knowing grins. he buried his face in your shoulder, muttering low and rough into your neck.
"i don't know what the fuck i did," he said. "but you don't get to just... take all that away. not from me."
you blinked, suddenly breathless.
he held you tighter. his voice cracked again, this time softer. "whatever i did, 'm sorry. i'll make it up t'ya, i swear. but don't just.." his voice trailed off. "dont stop loving me." he wanted to scream.
you felt your heart stutter, but you didn't say anything.
not at first, anyway.
because what is there to say when your heart is lodged in your throat and your body is caged in the arms of the person you swore you were going to get over?
you just sat there, crumpled in his lap like some lost puppy that finally found its way home again. your face is pressed into his shoulder, and you think if you speak, you’ll cry. so you don't. you just let yourself relax and melt into him.
he doesn’t say anything else either. his grip doesn’t loosen, not even a little. his fingers press into your back, not hard, just steady. grounding. enough to keep you pressed firmly against him. like he’s trying to convince himself you’re real.
the room’s still noisy with all the side conversations, but it's all background noise now with you two just in your little bubble away from the rest of the world. you feel safe and like you’re about to fall apart at the same time.
you shift a little in his lap and glance up at him.
“…you didn’t have to drag me across the room, you know,” you finally mutter, voice hoarse.
he scoffs, eyes flicking down to meet yours. “yeah, well. you weren’t comin’ on your own.”
you wrinkle your nose at him. “you could’ve asked.”
“whatever." he grumbles. "this is more efficient."
you snort. "the hell?"
he shrugs, completely unapologetic. “worked, didn’t it?”
you don’t answer. because yeah. it did.
instead, you rest your head back on his chest, and he immediately shifts to accommodate you. your legs drape over the couch, his arm hooked under your knees to keep you anchored, and his other hand settled at the base of your spine. he starts tracing slow, absentminded circles there, hand slipped under your hoodie to rub at the bare skin like nothing had ever changed. like you hadn’t just gone five whole days without touching him. like you hadn’t spent those five days trying to unravel every version of reality where he didn’t love you back.
you sit like that for a long time.
finally, he speaks up, his voice low.
"what did i do?" he asked, his voice oddly shy. "why'd ya stop.. you know..?"
your breath hitches. because you do know. but you don't know what to say or how to say it. "i thought you completely hated me" doesn't quite seem like an appropriate response.
"nothing," you settle with.
he gives you a look.
you sigh. you never could lie to katsuki. he's known you for too long and too well to fall for them.
"i just.. got insecure. overheard some conversation where you said i was, um, clingy and annoying." you murmur, your voice small. if katsuki wasn't pressed up against you and hanging on to your every word, he wouldn't have been able to catch it.
but he did.
and you swore you saw complete heartbreak in his eyes.
you let out a small gasp of surprise when he pulls you flush against him, arms tight around your body and face nuzzled deep into your neck. he holds you with such a gentle intensity you think you might cry. he holds you in a way that makes you feel loved and safe.
"'m sorry." he mumbles into your neck, voice watery. "didn't mean it. i was just.. mad that they were makin' fun of me. none of it was true. at all."
your breath hitches.
"you're.. so fuckin' special to me. i mean it. these last few days without you have been hell."
you think you might cry.
"been missin' your fuckin' smile and your damn laugh. and your stupid hugs that make me almost topple over."
you hold back a giggle.
"i love you."
the world stills.
you don’t move.
you don’t speak.
hell, you're scared to breathe.
your heart is beating so loud you’re worried he might hear it. your face is burning, your lungs feel tight, and your throat’s a warzone of words you can’t quite say.
he said it.
he said it.
and now he’s quiet. breathing you in. arms wrapped around you like you’re something precious. like he’s afraid you’ll vanish if he lets go.
you pull back just enough to look at him. your hand comes up to brush his bangs from his eyes, and your fingers linger at his temple, trailing down his cheek like you’re memorizing him.
his expression is soft in a way you rarely get to see. wide-eyed. hopeful. a little scared.
you offer him a tiny, quiet smile.
no teasing.
no trying to be brave or play it all off.
just soft. honest. the kind that only he gets to see.
you lift your hand and touch his face. not dramatic, not shaky, just steady. fingers brushing along his cheekbone, thumb ghosting over the edge of his jaw like you’re memorizing the shape of him again.
his eyes close for a second and you swear you see him leaning into it a little.
you say nothing.
you don’t need to.
because you’re here. because he’s holding you. because you’re not pulling away, and he's pulling you in.
you nuzzle your face into his neck, like it's right where you belong, and you breathe in.
he breathes in too.
slow. like the world’s stopped spinning for a second just so you can exist like this, tangled up in each other without saying anything. no talking about what's going on, no complications, just.. being.
you both don't notice how mina and kirishima are gossiping wildly about how you two are practically married and wondering how you still claim not to be dating. you don't notice the way that ochaco squeals after glancing over at your position, and you don't notice the way izuku looks fondly at you two with soft eyes. (he's been shipping the two of you since childhood)
you and katsuki are the only two people in the world who matter.
"i love you," you whisper as you feel yourself dozing off.
you think you feel his lips press gently against your forehead.
"i love you too."

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anything but the truth, lando norris
summary: the lead up to the british gp was already chaotic, then y/n's best friend has to interview her f1 driver ex (and yn asks her to tell him a white lie) [influencer!reader]
warnings: like three typos, two swear words, a mason mount mention if you squint and no happy ending ):
inspired by sophia scott's song 'anything but the truth'!
y/n.y/l ✓



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y/n.y/l definitely not fucking hot where i’m posting this from 👍🏼
👤 friend1, friend2
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friend1 YOU'RE fucking hot 🪭🪭🪭 ♥︎ by author
y/n.y/l 💋
user6 here before lando
user8 babe........ lando hasn't been here in WEEKS and i don't think he's coming back ���
user4 I know y’all love drama but assuming they broke up because of no interactions in two weeks is actually wild 😭 let them breathe
user8 it’s been dead silent from both sides. no likes, no tags, nothing since barcelona... something’s definitely up lol
user11 guess lando can finally focus on winning the wdc without distractions 👏
friend2 we should've brought that sunshine back home 🌞 ♥︎ by author
user14 she’s finally free from the mcdrama!!!! 😩
user1 So she’s not in Portugal anymore??? 👀
user5 she wouldn’t be back for silverstone would she?? 👀
user1 I’m holding on to delulu
user7 not to be dramatic but if she’s not at silverstone i will throw myself into the paddock gates
user15 the 'oh so perfect' couple didn’t even last. shocking.
jasmineharper ✓ this is what fomo looks like 😮💨
y/n.y/l ✓ 🥺 we missed you, reporter barbie!!!
user10 she's vibing and staying hydrated!
user12 maybe she just wants a break from the grid and from being "lando’s gf" every time she posts?? radical idea
user13 absolutely stunning!! hope you had a good holiday 💖
user2 how are u cold in july what’s going on girl 😭
user3 it's like 18°C in the uk right now lol
user9 girlhood healing summer arc unlocked. he fumbled and we move.
user16 why are people still hating on her even after the alleged break up?? omg seriously. you lot got what u wanted leave! the! girl! alone!
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Friday, July 5

Satuday, July 5
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Sunday, July 7



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landonorris Silverstone I love you, so many incredible fans out there ❤️ Congrats on the win @.lewishamilton, we’ll review, do better and come get you next time 😜
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user1 and Silverstone love YOU❤️
user2 OH MY 444 HEART
user3 Love u love u love u!!!
maxfewtrell ✓ Proper job this weekend brother 🔥
user4 Aww❤️
user5 how about reviewing the lack of a certain someone in the paddock today?
user6 your time will come soon Lando🧡🧡🧡
pietra.pilao 🙌
user9 silverstone would have been SO much more perfect if y/n was there with you 😭😭😭
user8 another podium in the bag 🧡
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#social media au#f1 imagine#f1 smau#f1 x reader#lando norris smau#formula 1 smau#lando norris x y/n#influencer!reader
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SLEEPY HCS WITH THE THUNDERBOLTS
INCLUDES -> yelena belova, bob reynolds, john walker, bucky barnes WARNINGS -> literally all fluff! no need to fear angst here (there is some minor swearing tho); walker calls the reader beautiful, and bucky calls them 'doll' NOTES -> y'all i feel crazy about thunderbolts. i haven't had a writing kick like this in YEARS. also, no one hate me for john in this one, he's my problematic wife, ok? also i want wyatt russell bad. anyways, my requests/asks are open! and as always comments and reblogs are much appreciated <3
YELENA BELOVA. — sleepy movie night? you got it. there's snacks, blankets, a random movie, and so many cuddles.
"are you sure you don't want to go to bed, love?" yelena mutters to you. the tv softly glows in front of you both, whatever period piece was playing long forgotten. you've been curled around her side since the movie began, but now your arm is draped over her and your head has fallen to her shoulder.
"no, i'm up," your voice is rough from sleep, but you pick your head up anyways and stretch. "see?" yelena rolls her eyes at your loopy, exhausted smile.
"whatever you say," she replies with a teasing smile.
"mhm..." you adjust your position under the blanket so you can be sitting upright next to her. but the blanket is just so soft and yelena is so warm, and before you know it, it's only a few minutes before you're curled against her once more.
yelena works hard to stifle her laugh when you fall asleep, but she lets you stay there. the movie plays on dully—the man in it has made some apparently irredeemable mistake that the woman he loves will no doubt forgive him for. yelena leans her head against yours, swearing that she'll get up once the movie is over so the two of you can sleep in a proper bed.
the next morning, when bucky is getting coffee he sees the two of you curled up on the couch and can't help but smile. it's nice seeing that yelena's found someone she trusts.
BOB REYNOLDS. — both of you are up late at night, entirely unable to sleep. you because you're working on tech for the thunderbolts new avengerz, and bob simply wandering the tower at night.
bob doesn't exactly sleep well these days, not after the mess with the void. it isn't unusual to find him roaming the tower at odd times, and this time it's your turn to run into him.
you're working in some old lab that you assume was tony stark's back in the day. your back aches, your fingers raw from tinkering with yelena's widow equipment, and you can hardly keep your eyes open. it's a miracle you haven't electrocuted yourself already.
"you're still up?" a voice softly speaks from the hallway.
your heart nearly stops right there and then. "holy shit!"
"sorry," bob steps into the dim lights of the lab, his hands up in a show of peace. "i didn't mean to scare you."
"no, no, it's fine! you're fine." you smile at him. "what are you still doing up, sweetheart?"
"i can't sleep," his response is sheepish.
you stand, stretching your arms above your head, and walk over to him. "let's see if we can do something about that." you pull him along by the hand, fingers entwined.
by the time you both get to bed, your eyes are heavy with sleep. you pull bob closer to you, letting his heartbeat lull you gently to sleep. the comfort of your body against his, a reliable weight to keep him still and grounded, has him dozing in no time.
JOHN WALKER. — he's the one up, unable to sleep. you're fast asleep and he just takes in everything about you. maybe it's the slight frown you have in your sleep, or the way your hair falls into your face just a little, but he's captivated.
john lays opposite of you on the bed, just tracing your features with his eyes. he takes everything in slowly: the flutter of your eyelashes, the curve of your cheek, the curl of your lips. you're so beautiful, and honestly, john has no idea how he got so lucky.
with his track record, it's a miracle you-
"why'd you stop?" you mumble, still half asleep, interrupting his train of thought entirely. his hands, which had been tracing patterns softly over your skin, have long been still.
"didn't wanna keep you up," he mumbles back, and you crack open an incredulous eye at him.
you grumble something under your breath that john can't quite catch before pulling yourself closer to him.
"it was nice," you say, sleep already calling your name. so john continues.
he traces abstract patterns from the nape of your neck to your shoulders to your back. he feels the way your muscles loosen beneath his touch and the way your breath evens out.
and you know what? fuck his track record. if he got lucky enough to be graced by you, he damn well won't mess it up.
BUCKY BARNES. — this time it's you who can't sleep, and it's a good thing bucky has a tendency to stay up obnoxiously late reading his novels despite his other old man tendencies.
a soft knock comes from the door, startling bucky from his book. it's too late for anyone to need him urgently for anything, so he's almost inclined to ignore it until your voice rings through the door.
"bucky? you still up?" you're tentative, almost wary, as you ask for him.
"yeah, doll, i'm up." he sits up, ready to open the door for you when you walk in wrapped in a blanket.
"can i stay with you?" you mutter, still standing a ways away from the bed.
without saying a word, he pats the spot next to him on his bed and leans back against the headboard, leaving enough space for you to curl up next to him.
"what're you reading?" your voice is muffled by his shirt and the blankets wrapped around you.
"the hobbit. mind if i keep reading?" you shake your head, listening to the steady beating of his heart.
"it was at this point that bilbo stopped. going on from there was the bravest thing he ever did. the tremendous things that happened afterwards were as nothing compared to it..." bucky's voice rumbles soft in his chest, gentle despite the intensity of the moments he read out to you.
#yelena belova x reader#bob reynolds x reader#robert reynolds x reader#john walker x reader#bucky barnes x reader#yelena x reader#thunderbolts x reader#marvel x reader#yelena belova headcanons#bob reynolds headcanons#robert reynolds headcanons#john walker headcanons#bucky barnes headcanon#thunderbolts headcanons#marvel headcanons#thunderbolts spoilers
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love in the air
pairing: lando norris x reader
summary: you take your long-time friend as your plus one to your dad's wedding. you catch the bouquet. maybe that's when you start agreeing with the internet that . . . lando norris is a little more than a long-time friend to you.
a/n: thank you to anon for the request i had no idea they were dating LOL this was so fluffy
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@/landossluttywaist I CANT BREATHE LANDO WAS AT THE SAME HOTEL AS ME
user1 you rich rich, then
user2 she probably gets paddock passes for doing her chores user3 guys why are we hating on this girl let her be excited 😭 i would be too
user4 what hotel is it?
landossluttywaist he's gone now (this was as he was leaving) but it was the four seasons in philly
user5 thanks for respecting his privacy and not posting until he left!
landossluttywaist lol i love him but at the end of the day he's just a human who doesn't need people hounding him 24/7
user6 but what is he even there for??? philadelphia??? there's ltr nothing interesting there...
user7 idk bradley cooper is the best thing to come out of that town user7 omg and also they won the super bowl user7 but that was a long time ago user8 maybe he's just an eagles fan
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gigihadid My darling B, what a wonderful thing it is that we found each other. I can't believe we're now married — I'm still smiling, because such happiness carries on for a long time. You are so kind, so sweet, so caring, so utterly magical. I am beyond lucky to have you. Your belief in me makes me who I am today and who I will be. This new chapter will be a long life, full of laughter, full of a new family.
∞ Always, your G.
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yourinstagram i'm so happy for you and dad <33 you are an amazing person and you bring so much light to our family! your dress was gorgeous but even more so was you. hope you have a great time on your honeymoon
gigihadid I love you so much ;) Thanks for coming. There's so much love in the air!! ���� yourinstagram hey, hey, we talked about this gigihadid I didn't make the rule user1 i love how well they go together user2 bro if my step-mom was gigi hadid. user3 wait wait wait did y/n catch the bouquet??? user4 omg
user5 actually radiant
bellahadid best wishes from your baby sister 💕
gigihadid ❤️❤️❤️ user6 do they know they're real user7 omg bella drop the fit i NEED to know what you wore cause gigi's dress is already blowing all my expectations out of water
user8 man if only bradley had insta
user9 this is how i find out bradley cooper and gigi hadid are dating whaaaaat
user10 me too girl me too
user11 why is this the only post with photos????? i need to see all of it
user12 maybe they agreed not to post until after a certain time or like gigi got to post first cause yk it's her wedding user13 bella posted!
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yourinstagram to the two of you 🥂
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user1 omg y/n paints?? did she do that?
yourinstagram yes 🙂↕️ i gave it to them as a sort of wedding gift! user1 aww that's so cute thanks for sharing with us <3 it's a beautiful drawing
user2 oh gosh that's such a beautiful place 🥺
user3 y/n were you at the bachelorette
yourinstagram hell yeah user4 we need the photos baddie yourinstagram maybe someday, lol
user5 wait where did they get married
user6 philly, the last pic is where they announced their engagement user5 ohhh no wonder
user7 lando you sly dog why are you in the likes
user8 well they're friends user9 dyt he went to the wedding user10 tbf wasn't he in philly a few days ago it's not crazy
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f1gossipofficial Lando Norris was seen at the wedding of Gigi Hadid and Bradley Cooper.
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user1 I KNEW IT
user2 you guys are crazy 😭 how could you even tell those were him
user3 he's with YN IN ALL OF THEM
user4 where did these even come from
user5 isnt he dating magui??
user6 lando? user5 yeah user6 probably, but he and y/n are good friends user5 shit man they look good together user6 what do you mean these are all 120p quality
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f1gossipofficial Formula 1's YouTube account posted a full video of Y/N Cooper and Lando Norris on a Hot Lap.
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user1 why is this gossip it's literally just a video
user2 the way he looked at her and she started screaming at him 😭 poor guy just wanted some eye contact
user3 she's so precious but jesus the amount of swear words out of that girl's mouth user4 lando wasn't even shocked he was like well lol oops
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yourinstagram lucky
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user1 LANDOS LUCKY CHARM SPOTTED
mclaren might need to keep you around in the paddock more often
yourinstagram 😕 'fraid i have a job
user2 oh she knows shes hot
user3 someone tell her we're not in texas anymore
user4 who cares she served
lando photo credits where??
user5 stop being a pick me lando user6 yn is this man bothering you user7 he just needs everyone to know yourinstagram let me breathe lan i can't like all these comments trashing you fast enough user8 i love her already
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f1gossipofficial Lando Norris and Y/N L/N after the Las Vegas Grand Prix
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user1 shit? shit!
user2 "we're friends" NO YOURE DATING
user3 are we sure that's lando?? it looks like y/n but we can't see the guys face
user4 yeah idk there are plenty of brunettes out in vegas user5 def yn tho shes wearing the same top in her last insta post
user6 she's so glad rn bradley doesn't have insta lol
user7 is gigi going to rat her out??
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you spot him slouched against the side of the taco truck, curls flattened from sweat and his own hands. there's powdered sugar on his lips. his phone's in one hand, the other holding a half-eaten churro.
lando sees you and his face changes.
"you came," he says, voice a little hoarse. "finally."
you walk up, wobbly on your heels, heart all over the place. "yeah. i had to. you were being dramatic."
"i'm hard," he says instantly. "and i missed you."
you nearly trip. "lando."
he shrugs, eyes dragging down your body without shame. "look at you. fuck. that top's killing me."
you’re giggling before you can stop it. "you're drunk."
"so are you. and you kissed me."
"you kissed me first, okay?"
"you were straddling me. in the club."
you pause. "you asked me to sit in your lap. you liked it."
lando nods. "loved it, yeah."
you're both quiet for a second. he's watching your mouth and you're watching the way his chest moves when he breathes. his hoodie's sliding off one shoulder and your fingers twitch like they want to touch him.
"you're so pretty it's making me insane," lando says. "like i want to fuck you and cuddle you at the same time and i don't know what to do about it."
you're breathless. "jesus."
"don't call him." your noses almost touch. "call me."
you laugh into his neck. "you're ridiculous."
"you're glowing" lando mumbles, hands sliding down your sides. "like. actually glowing. i can't believe i've known you this long and didn't do something about it."
you tilt your head back. "do something now."
he kisses you like you're a prize he's earned, slow, filthy, so hungry it makes your knees weak. his hands are all over--waist, hips, ass, back under your top like he needs to feel skin now.
you break away, panting. "lando, we're at a taco truck."
"yeah," he says, mouth all over your jaw. "so hurry up and let's leave. before i do something i'll get arrested for."
you grin. "you're such a slut."
"only for you."
he laces your fingers together and starts walking backward toward the street, still staring at you like you're his first and last meal.
"wait," you say, dizzy from everything. "what about your churro?"
"don't need it," he says. "got something sweeter now."
#formula 1#lando norris#lando norris x reader#formula one x reader#f1#f1 smau#f1 x reader#f1 fanfic#ln4#bradley cooper#gigi hadid#oikarma ᯓᡣ𐭩
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Tall Danny because we don't get enough of it.
Puberty hit him like a god Damn Steam roller because he was getting taller than everyone in Amity Park after summer break along with Clockwork lessons. Mom and Dad accepted that he was half ghost and now cooperated with the ghost on their theories that they had to redo with each answer to old questions fixed after the Ecto Act was Disband by The Justice league, mainly because Martian manhunter got caught one time by the GIW.
Frostbite did say that his space and protection core may have a play onto this since his living body was mimicking the growing with his ghostly form so it won't be harder to shift between the two.
That the height of his body was growing at a rate that was defying the law of gravity at 10'6 feet that he had to get his clothes and shoes customized by the Ghost Seamstress. His hair was longer than rapunzel in that movie, but he wasn't allowed to cut it since Ellen liked to burrow herself in it cause it felt like what cloud should be.
Mom and Jazz helped braid it into a lovely yet masculine style so it didn't get in the way of his ghostly spars with the rogues, even ember giving him tips on how to wash it. His nails had turned black and was strong enough to cut titanium like melted butter. His blue eyes had darkened and morph that Dad told him that he was seeing the big bang being born in his eyes.
Tucker jokingly said he could easily win the tallest guiness award. Sam called him a beanstalk, but considering that both of them were going through the same issue as him.
Sam was growing lavander in her hair and diving into researching plant life, even making a hybrid cannibalistic plant that eats pesty weeds and produces a much more vegan yet nutritious milk that was safe enough babies to drink that actually got an approval from thousands of mothers who couldn't pay for formula.
Tucker got into university for technology even though he is currently the mayor of Amity Park with an intense hobby of being an Egyptologist.
Wearing supposedly 'duplicated' Gold relics in his braided hair, taking forever in the bathroom to tune up his eyeliner makeup (it not makeup Danny!) , having clothes full of egyptian modern clothes and the obsessive mixing together technology and Egyptian coding into his latest Frankenstein cellphone creation.
Danny can ignore the gaping stares as he sits in the subway to Gotham University.
He knew he was tall. He already got into Gotham thanks to Lady Gotham dropping him off near a library where Ellen was chewing on a rainbow sour worm.
Ellen immediately dived into his hair like a train diver again after noticing him while complaining about how Lady Gotham won't let her leave the city at all cause she saw that Ellen was Danny's mirror core.
She did mention a burger place called bat burger that a rated 3rd place in the best burger, beside Nasty burger on top 1st and Lunch lady's speical Wednesday burger surprise 2nd, while a nice lady in a wheel chair in the library behind her gave her sour worms.
#dpxdc#danny phantom#dc x dp#dp x dc#dp x dc crossover#dcxdp#dc x dp prompt#danny is the ghost king#tall danny#elderitch danny#sam is dryad avater due to Undergrowth#tucker is Duul Aman reincarnated but he became more at peace with his current mind merged#lady gotham saw Ellen tiny form and Danny's tall form and immediate response is to keep mirror baby near Danny in gotham#the mirror baby tried to leave gotham only to get snatch by the shadows and back in gotham she goes#innocent bystanders who saw a little girl get snatch straight into the sewers would sent themselves into the hospital#mumbling about it being real and snatching children like snacks into the sewers#dani nickname is ellen
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training wheels | z.cl
“it’s not like i’m asking to be your wife”
💿now playing: training wheels by melanie martinez



❯ summary: When your jerk of a boyfriend dumps you for being a virgin, the last thing you expected was to find comfort in your roommate, Chenle. But here you are, and now you're asking him to take your virginity…
❯ pairings: chenle x fem!reader
❯ genre: roommates to lovers, smut
❯ words: 4.9k
❯ tags: 18+ minors dni!, loss of virginity, protected sex, oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, slight innocence kink, fingering, pet names, very fluffy sex, swearing, reader uses she/her pronouns, basically just 4kish works of chenle coaxing you through it.

“It’s not me, it’s you.”
Jeong Jaehyun may have been your first boyfriend, but you’re pretty sure that’s not how that line is supposed to go. At least, that’s not how they say it in the movies. And still, here you are—sitting alone at the little bistro downtown, thirty minutes after he ended things and walked out.
Jaehyun’s made it painfully clear he’s done with you. But, there’s still some small part of you that expected him to come back, apologise, maybe even beg you to forgive him, say he made a mistake. He doesn’t. So you pay for the drink you’ve barely touched and decide to make your way back to your apartment.
The breakup doesn’t hurt in the traditional sense—you weren’t necessarily in love with Jaehyun. He was sweet, sure, and hot enough. But there was always something missing. Maybe that’s why, every time things started to get physical and he wanted to take his pants off, you freaked out and pulled away. Left him hanging. Blue-balled him, as he so charmingly put it. His words, not yours.
What stings is everything he said before he left—because it was honest, and it’s going to follow you into every relationship after him.
"It’s normal for a guy to wanna fuck his girlfriend, Y/N."
"I’ve waited three months."
"If you’re not ready, I’m not interested."
Yeah, you’ve changed your mind, you think he’s an asshole.
The words circle your mind until you get to your apartment. Your heels click dully against the hallway floor as you fumble with your keys, a sigh escaping before the door even opens.
Chenle, your roommate, is on the sofa. His legs folded underneath him like a child and a deck of playing cards are spread out on the coffee table. Solitaire, probably, knowing him.
He doesn’t look up when you come in, just says, “You’re back early.”
You toe your heels off in the entry way and shrug off your coat, letting it fall onto the back of one of the bar stools as you make your way through the kitchen to join him on the sofa.
“Yeah,” you mumble, voice scratchy from the cold. “Dinner ended early. Jaehyun decided to break up with me.”
That gets his attention. He glances up, blinking, a three of hearts dangling between his fingers. “Woah. Fuck me. Seriously?”
You nod. “Yep. He said—and I quote—‘It’s not me, it’s you.’”
Chenle lets out a short, incredulous laugh, dropping the card onto the messy pile in front of him. “Damn. What a fucking asshole.”
You flop down beside him, curling your knees up under your chin. “He’s not wrong,” you say, quieter now. “I mean... he kind of had a point.”
Chenle tilts his head at you sceptically. “No chance. Look, I’m no Casanova or anything, but even I know the line is supposed to be ‘it’s not you, it’s me.’”
You shake your head and laugh, defeated. “That’s what I thought too.” Then, a sigh drags itself out of you. “Except... the reason he broke up with me is because he doesn’t think dating a virgin is worth the hassle. That he’s tired of waiting, so he just... left.”
“So... because you didn’t want to sleep with him, he decided you weren’t worth dating?” He asks, leaning back against the couch now, arms crossed.
You glance at him. “Pretty much.”
Chenle doesn’t know what’s more shocking—the fact that you (his pretty little roommate who’s sexier than sin and sweeter than sugar) are still holding onto your v-card, or the fact that your asshole boyfriend, who he never really had a valid reason to hate before, didn’t think you were worth the wait.
Well, he’s glad he’s got a reason now.
He hums, thinking. “What a dick.”
“I don’t know,” you say softly. “I mean, maybe he’s right. Maybe something is wrong with me. Maybe I’m broken.”
Fuck no. He’s making you erase that thought, asap.
Chenle straightens, shaking his head. “There’s nothing wrong with you, Y/N. Wanting to wait—or not wanting sex at all—doesn’t mean you’re broken. That’s just... your decision. A good guy would respect that.”
You chew on the edge of your thumbnail, gaze dropping to the floor. It’s a bad habit you can’t quite kick, especially when you’re feeling small.
“It’s not like I don’t want to have sex,” you say eventually, voice so quiet it's almost like you’re confessing something shameful. “I do. I just...I keep dating guys who’ve, like... been with lots of girls. Guys who know what they’re doing. And I don’t. And it makes me feel...” You trail off, cheeks burning and your throat tight. “It makes me feel embarrassed.”
The words hang there, raw and a little pathetic, and you hate how small they make you sound.
Eventually, Chenle shifts beside you, nudging your knee lightly with his. “You know that’s bullshit, right?”
You shrug, because it doesn’t feel like bullshit when you’re the one living it. When you’re the one with the anxiety that won’t let you get past a makeout session with some light petting.
Chenle huffs a breath, raking a hand through his hair. “Seriously, Y/N. Anyone who makes you feel like you're not enough because you haven’t ticked some box yet is a fucking idiot.”
That gets a quiet laugh out of you. You finally glance up at him, and his face is serious, sincere in a way that Chenle usually hides behind jokes and sarcasm. He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees.
“You’re not less because you’re waiting. You’re not less because you’re nervous. And you’re definitely not less because you’re a little unsure about what you’re doing.” His voice drops a little, softer now. “You deserve someone patient. Someone who makes you feel good about yourself. Not some dickhead who’s counting down the days like it’s a fucking chore.”
You duck your head, a bitter laugh escaping you. “Easy for you to say. You’re not the one who’s... an adult and still completely clueless.”
Chenle leans in a little, catching your eyes with his own. There’s no teasing there, no judgment—just something warm.
“Everyone’s clueless the first time. That’s the whole point. You’re not supposed to be good at it. You’re supposed to figure it out with someone who gives a shit about you. Not some guy who’s just trying to get his dick wet.”
You snort at that despite yourself, and Chenle grins, pleased with himself for making you laugh, even if it’s just a little. After a moment, you tilt your head, studying him.
“Were you... clueless your first time?”
Chenle lets out a bark of laughter, throwing his head back against the couch dramatically. “Oh, hell yeah.”
You smile. “Seriously?”
“Dead serious. It was... honestly, it was embarrassing as fuck. Blew my load in, like, two minutes.” He squeezes his eyes together and shivers at the memory. “The girl was very polite about it, though, but yeah. Mortifying.”
You snort, the mental image almost too hard to believe. In the years you’d been Chenle’s roommate, he’d probably had one situationship—max. You knew he wasn’t exactly a player, and he didn’t fuck around a lot. Christ, he spent his Saturday nights playing solo solitaire on the coffee table.
But still... he was hot. And hot people could always fuck... right?
“Oh my God,” you giggle, covering your mouth. “Two minutes?”
“If that,” he says, eyes crinkling again. “Might’ve been one and a half. I’m a little generous with myself. Male ego and all that.”
You laugh so hard your sides ache, and Chenle’s grin only widens. He likes seeing you laugh—loves it, actually. He thinks he’d like to make you laugh more often. It’s so pretty, the sound, the way your whole face lights up. Why on Earth that asshole you were dating didn’t want to wait longer to hear all the other sounds you’d make is completely beyond him.
When the laughter dies down, the quiet that settles between you isn’t heavy—it’s soft. Comfortable. It gives you a moment to just look at him. And something stirs in your chest, something you can’t quite name.
You and Chenle hadn’t been friends before you moved in together, but he’s always been so nice, so funny, so good to you. Even now, the fact that he’s willing to embarrass himself just to make you feel better… It’s trust.
It’s attractive.
Before you can second-guess it, the words slip out:
“Would you... would you be my first?”
“What—” he gapes at you and his voice cracks halfway through the word. He clears his throat, trying again. “Y/N, you…you can’t just ask stuff like that.”
Your heart stutters, nerves spiking—but before you can backpedal, you see the pink blooming on his cheeks, the way his hands flail a little uselessly in the air before he scrubs them through his hair.
“It’s not—I’m not saying no,” he rushes out. “It’s just—holy shit, Y/N.”
You blink at him. “Why are you freaking out more than me?”
Chenle groans and slumps back against the couch, covering his face with both hands. He’s freaking out because, despite all his confidence, he’s not sure he’d be any better now than he was as a clueless teenager losing his virginity.
Sure, he’s not totally inexperienced, but... this is you.
The girl across the hall he may or may not have jerked off to once or twice. The girl he thinks is so fucking pretty it physically hurts sometimes. The girl he’s definitely got a crush on. The girl who’s a virgin.
Fuck.
He’d be lucky if he lasts a full minute inside you.
“Because it’s you. And this is...we’ve established is a big deal to you. And I don’t wanna—I don’t know—ruin it or make it weird or...” He trails off, peeking at you through his fingers.
You chew on your lip for a second, then scoot a little closer, tugging gently at his wrist until he drops his hands and looks at you properly.
“I’m comfortable with you, Chenle,” you say quietly. “I trust you. I won’t feel embarrassed, I promise. Not with you.”
He flushes, looking like he might actually combust right there on the couch. His cheeks are pink, the tips of his ears even worse, and his hands keep fidgeting—picking at a loose thread on his sweatshirt, tapping against his knee. He keeps opening and closing his mouth like he wants to say something but can’t figure out what.
Finally, he manages, “Y/N, you’re upset after the breakup. I don’t want you to feel, like... pressured or anything. I don’t want you to wake up tomorrow and regret it.”
Translation: I don’t want you to wake up tomorrow and regret me.
“I won’t, I swear I won’t,” you say, sitting up to meet his wide, nervous eyes. “Look, it’s not like I’m asking to be your wife, Chenle. I’m not asking for a relationship or anything crazy. I just...” You pause, feeling your cheeks heat. “I want to get over this stupid hurdle. And I trust you.”
Something flickers in Chenle’s eyes then. His fidgeting stills all at once, and before you can react, he moves, shifting his weight and hovering over you on the couch, palms braced on either side of your body.
His pupils are blown wide, dark and stormy as they fix on you. His voice drops, “I’m not a fucking tick box either, Y/N. I’m not a hurdle for you to just get over.”
Your chest tightens, and your heart skips like it doesn’t know how to beat properly anymore.
“I know,” your voice trembles. “You’re kind, Chenle. I know you won’t laugh at me or make me feel like shit about it after. You’re the only guy I know who fits the bill for this.”
He brings one hand up, brushing a knuckle against your cheekbone—barely there, like he’s scared you might vanish if he touches you too hard.
“No, you don’t know,” he murmurs. “I’m saying, if we do this... I’m the only guy who fits the bill. Ever.”
Your throat tightens at that, and your cheeks flush from the heat of his palm, which is now cupping your jaw.
“Chenle—”
“I don’t want to be something you regret,” he says. “But I also... I don’t think I can say no to you right now. So you need to take this offer off the table.”
Your hands slide up under the hem of his sweatshirt, fingertips skimming the warm skin of his waist. He shivers under your touch. “I don’t want to take the offer off the table,” you breathe. “I want you.”
That’s all it takes. He kisses you.
It’s not rushed or hurried—it’s careful, like he’s asking permission with every brush of his lips against yours. His mouth is warm, breath a little shaky, and he tastes like that mint gum he’s always chewing. You’d never been kissed like this before, all teeth and tongue and so much aching need. You don’t want him to stop.
Especially when his hands find your hips, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise, and he drags you closer, slotting you between his thighs. You can feel him already, hard against you through the thin barrier of your clothes, and it sends a dizzy rush through your blood.
You find yourself clutching at him—his sweatshirt, tugging at the hem, slipping your hands beneath to find hot skin. And God, is he solid. His stomach jumps beneath your palm, muscles tensing when your fingers splay across his ribs. You want to touch all of him. You want to learn from him.
He makes a soft, broken noise—somewhere between a moan and a plea—and pulls back just enough to breathe, just enough to speak.
“Easy, baby,” he says, eyes heavy-lidded. “You gotta slow down.”
You barely register the words—too consumed by the way that pet name sounds coming from his mouth, in that rugged tone, directed at you. It makes your whole body throb.
You bite your lip, still tugging at his sweatshirt. “But I want you. Now. All of you.”
He exhales, forehead now pressing to yours, eyes darting down to your lips, then back up like he’s trying to ground himself.
“And you’ll have me,” he says quietly. “Every fucking bit of me. Just—let me have this. Let me take my time. Let me enjoy you.”
The words sink in slowly and they make your chest tighten. You blink up at him, breath catching. “I thought… I thought guys just wanted to get themselves off during sex.”
He cups your cheek, thumb brushing across your flushed skin, lingering at the corner of your swollen mouth before he lets it rest gently against your pouty lips.
“Maybe,” he murmurs, “but not every guy has the prettiest fucking girl underneath him.”
Your breath stutters.
“I’d be a fucking idiot,” he goes on, voice curling beneath every syllable, “if I didn’t put my mouth on your pretty pussy and watch you cum.”
You let out a whimper from the back of your throat—half shocked, half desperate.
“Bet you’d be so fucking hot,” he muses, dragging his thumb across your bottom lip again, slower this time. “Bet I wouldn’t be able to look away.”
Your hips shift involuntarily at his words, heat pooling low in your belly. The way he’s looking at you—like he’s already burning the view of you eager and squirming beneath him into his memory—makes your body vibrate with anticipation.
"Lele..." you whisper, breathless and unsure where the hell that nickname just slipped out from. Something about being this exposed, this vulnerable, has clearly made your brain foggy.
He just smiles, leaning in with his lips ghosting over the corner of your mouth, deliberately not kissing you. “You said you trust me, yeah?”
You nod, but his eyebrows raise, the demand clear in his expression. He wants the words.
“Yes,” you breathe.
“Then let me take care of you,” he whispers. “Let me teach you. Let me show you what it’s supposed to feel like.”
You gasp softly as he trails his hand down your jaw, then your neck, so attentively until his fingers skate lightly beneath the hem of your dress.
“Can I...?” His voice is almost a growl now when he asks, fingertips hovering just above your thighs, teasing at the edge of the fabric.
You nod with a shaky breath. “Yes.”
He peels your dress off carefully, until you’re beneath him in nothing but a pair of black panties. When his eyes drop to your bare chest, he exhales slowly, chest rising like he’s trying not to worship you too hard, too fast.
"Fuck," he groans, sucking in a breath. “You’re gorgeous.”
Your arms instinctively twitch to cover yourself, but he catches your wrists gently and presses a kiss to each one before guiding your hands back to your sides.
“Don’t hide from me,” he demands. “Let me see you.”
And somehow, with the way he says it—all soft and awed—it’s easier. Easier to let him see. Easier to let him lean in and kiss along your collarbone, down the slope of your shoulder, into the valley of your breasts.
And that’s when you thread your fingers into his hair, encouraging him to sink lower until his mouth trails over your sternum, then your stomach. His kisses so soft that they make your thighs clench.
“Still okay?” he asks, glancing up with burning eyes and a pair of his own swollen lips.
You nod, whispering, “Please, don’t stop.”
And he doesn’t.
His fingers hook into the waistband of your panties, and he tugs them down steadily, steady enough that you could stop him if you wanted him to, but you don’t. You lift your hips instead, offering yourself up.
“I still can’t believe you asked me to do this,” he says, getting the fabric completely off. “You could’ve had anyone.”
“I didn’t want anyone else,” you whisper. “Just you.”
“Good,” he breathes. “Because you have no idea what you’re doing to me—lying here like this, letting me be your first. Letting me be the one who gets to see you like this. Taste you.” He pauses, jaw tight. “Fuck—you’re so pretty.”
You want to clamp your legs shut at that, but you already know there’s no way in hell he’s letting that happen. Instead, you let him lean in, his mouth brushing a kiss to the inside of your bare thigh. Then another—higher. And another.
Until you're trembling. Until a whimper escapes you. And he just grins against your skin.
“You’re already shaking,” he says with a smirk, licking a leisurely stripe along the apex of your thigh. “I’ve barely touched you.”
You nod, cheeks burning. “I—I can’t help it.”
“I know, baby,” he says, and then he’s kissing higher again, closer to your cunt, until his breath is ghosting over where you’re aching for him the most. “That’s what I like about you. So innocent. So fucking eager.”
You’re trembling now, fingers fisting the back of the sofa, eyes snapping shut just as his mouth drags closer and his tongue licks a stripe along your pussy—languid and unhurried like he’s savouring every second.
“I’ve thought about this, you know?” he says, voice tight. “Thought about what you’d taste like. What you’d sound like when I finally got my mouth on you. Every day since you moved in.”
Your breath stutters, and a helpless sound slips from your lips. “E-every day?”
That makes him smile, eyes flicking up to yours. “Yeah,” he breathes. “And that sound—fuck, I could live off it.”
And then he dips lower. His tongue barely brushes where you’re soaked for him, but your back still arches off the sofa with a gasp anyway. You can’t even think—you’re just feeling. Overwhelmed. Burning.
He hums against you, satisfied. Like this was always meant to happen—his hands anchoring your hips, his mouth wrapped around your clit, sucking and lapping at you with skill, whilst his eyes stay locked on your face.
You’re completely falling apart beneath him, thighs shaking as he takes his time putting his tongue to work. Every choked whisper of his name tumbles from your lips without permission, and when your hands fly to his hair, fingers threading through the strands, he groans.
It’s low and guttural, and the vibration of it against you makes you cry out.
“Yes,” he pants. “I can feel how close you are. You’re shaking so bad, baby. You gonna cum for me already?”
You nod, frantic, breath hitching. “Yes, Lele—please,” you moan. “Please don’t stop.”
He wouldn’t.
One hand holds you open, steady, while the other slips down past your thigh until a single finger slides into your dripping pussy. You pant at the intrusion, eyes wide, and when he sees your pupils dilate, he starts to move—slow at first, then deeper, working you open until he’s knuckle deep and you tremble under his touch.
Then his mouth is back on you. Tongue circling, dipping, coaxing. Worshipping. And you’re not sure when the sob catches in your throat, only that it does—and that he hears it.
His thumb brushes along your hip, grounding you. “I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you.” The finger inside you curls just right, and his voice drops: “Give it to me, baby. Let me have it. Let me see you cum for me, yeah?”
Then his mouth is back on your clit. It’s a steady rhythm but not as gentle now. But still, it’s matched to the overwhelmed, wild beat of your panting.
“I can feel it,” he says against you. “You’re so fucking close.”
You nod, whimpering. “I can’t—I—”
“Yes, you can,” he urges. “Cum for me, baby. Let go.”
It crashes into you—your orgasm—ripping through you like it’s both too much and still not enough. You cry out his name, fists tangled in his hair, and he doesn’t stop. Not until you’re spent and shaking, breathless, and sinking back into the cushions like you’ve melted into them like a puddle.
Only then does he ease off, his mouth softening against your skin. He presses one last kiss to your thigh before drawing his hand away. You’re still gasping when he rises over you, arms braced on either side of your head.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, kissing your forehead. “You did so well for me.”
You blink up at him, but a tear slips down your cheek without you meaning it to. He catches it with his thumb, frowning gently.
“Hey… are you okay? Was that too much? Did I hurt you?”
You shake your head. “No. Just… no one’s ever done that for me before.”
Relief washes over him, and he leans down, brushing his nose against yours. “They should have. They fucking should have.”
“But if they had,” you sigh. “I wouldn’t be here now—asking you to fuck me.” Your hand trails down his chest, pawing at that sweatshirt again. “Please, Lele. I need you inside me. Now.”
His own breath catches, a sharp inhale trying to hold himself together, but the look in his eyes is pure wreckage.
“Jesus, Y/N,” he groans. “You can’t say shit like that to me or I’ll end up having a repeat of my first time.”
You grin. “That’s rich coming from the man who said he wanted to watch me cum with his mouth on my pussy.”
“Fuck, don’t repeat that back either,” he grits out through clenched teeth. “Seriously, baby, you have no idea how hard I’m trying not to cum in my pants right now.”
You tilt your head, voice teasing. “You could always take your pants off and cum on my stomach instead.”
“Y/N,” he growls. “What happened to my sweet, innocent girl who was too scared to show me the prettiest tits in the world two seconds ago?”
“Oh, so what? You’re the only one who gets to have a dirty mouth in this relationship?”
His brow lifts, eyes narrowing in amusement. “This relationship, huh?”
You freeze. “No—I—that’s not what I meant—”
He brushes a strand of hair behind your ear, then leans in, lips padding against your skin as he nibbles softly at your earlobe. “Yes, it is. If we go any further, that’s exactly what you meant. I’m the only man for the bill ever, remember?”
You whimper, and he smirks, victorious.
“Glad we cleared that up.”
And then he’s moving—finally stripping off that damn sweatshirt in one fluid motion, revealing warm, flushed skin and lean muscle that shivers under your stare. Without another second, his mouth slams back onto yours before you can compliment him, kissing you hard and rough until your lips are pouty and swollen all over again.
When he breaks the kiss, it’s only to shove his pants down and fumble with his boxers, his breath ragged as he slides a condom over his cock. Then, he peppers kisses along your cheek until his forehead rests against yours.
“You’re sure about this?” his voice shakes as he breathes against your lips. “Tell me now if you’re not.”
“I’m sure,” you whisper, arms winding around his neck, pulling him close—pulling him in. “I want you. I want this.”
Chenle curses softly at that and shifts between your legs. His hand slides behind your thigh, gently parting you as he lines himself up with your pussy.
“Then I’ve got you,” he says. “I’ll take care of you. Just hold on to me, yeah?”
And you do—fingers clutching at his shoulders, heart hammering in your chest because this is happening—with him. When he finally pushes inside, it hits you all at once. The sharp, stretching ache of it. The fullness.
You can’t help but wince, a quiet hiss escaping through clenched teeth.
His thumb reaches up to stroke your cheek, his voice immediately soft. “You good?”
Tears sting at your eyes, but you nod anyway, adjusting slowly, breath by breath, until the sting eases and you feel the pain turn to something else—something good.
Only then does he move.
You gasp, arching into him, nails dragging down his back as he builds a rhythm that’s toe-curling. His lips find your neck, muttering your name, and you moan back eagerly because of how good it feels—how good he feels.
“Fuck, you feel like heaven,” he groans, forehead still pressed to yours. “So tight, so wet—shit, baby, you were made for me.”
You whimper, clutching him closer, your legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. “Faster,” you beg. “Please, Chenle—I need more.”
His mouth crashes into yours again, this time messier, hungrier. He pulls back just enough to look down between your bodies, watching the way he disappears inside you. A strangled sound leaves him.
“Look at that,” he pants. “Taking me so well. Fuck, you’re perfect.”
You can barely breathe—your whole body slick with that tension curling tighter and tighter in your belly as he begins to thrust harder, deeper. The sound of skin meeting skin fills the room. And still, his hands never leave you—one cupping your face, the other gripping your thigh.
“You okay?” he asks between thrusts. “Still with me? Still good?”
You nod feverishly, tears pricking your eyes again. “So good. So fucking good, Lele.”
He groans, leaning down to kiss you again—slower now, gentler, and it’s all so tender, so intimate.
“I’m close,” he whispers against your lips, barely holding on. “But I want you to finish first. Come on, baby. Cum for me again—let me feel it.”
You moan, hips rocking up to meet his. “I can’t—it's too much—I—”
“Yes, you can,” he insists. “Just let go, baby. You know, you’re safe with me.”
And something about that—you’re safe with me—snaps the final thread.
You fall apart beneath him, moaning his name as your orgasm hits you, harder than the first time. You convulse around him, body trembling, vision blurring—and he follows with a ragged, broken curse, burying himself deep as he cums hard inside the condom, forehead pressed to yours, eyes squeezed shut.
For a moment, the only sound is the echo of your breathing. Then he exhales slowly, his thumb brushing gently over your damp cheek. “You okay?”
You nod. “I’ve never felt anything like that before.”
He smiles. “That’s how it should be. That’s how it’s going to be.”
He doesn’t move right away.
He stays there, inside you, wrapped up in you. But when he finally, carefully pulls out, you whimper softly at the loss, and he murmurs, "I know, baby, I know," like it hurts him too.
He takes care of the condom quickly, tossing it into the bin. Then he’s back—pulling the throw blankets from the sofa over your bodies and curling in beside you. Bare skin to bare skin. Your face presses to his chest, and you can feel the rapid thud of his heart beneath your cheek, slowly beginning to calm.
He kisses the top of your head. Then again. And again. Like he can’t stop.
“I meant it,” he murmurs into your hair. “That’s how it’s going to be. Always.”
Your fingers find his under the blanket and tangle them together. “You took care of me,” you say.
He nods, chin brushing your crown. “Of course I did. You said you trusted me.”
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Summary: You are one of PTMC's best ER residents, but it's your day off. You head to Pittfest. Robby and Abbot have to pick up the pieces. Reader x platonic!Abbot and Robby
Warnings: Blood, Death, injury, vomit, trauma, Gore
A/N: This was a request from an anon, I hope this is what you were looking for. Please let me know if I missed any warnings.
“How in the hell did you manage to get a half-shift?” Samira asked you in disbelief.
“I know how to flatter the right people. It’s a gift.” You smiled, nonchalantly shrugging your shoulders.
“You better get me something or I’ll never forgive you for leaving me.” Samira scoffed as she typed at her computer.
“I’ll think about it.” You chuckled as you started to gather your things.
“Y/N will you do me a favor?” Robby waltzed up to the desk. “Just keep an eye out for Jake while you're there.” He asked, his shoulders tense.
“Yeah, of course. We were meeting up for one of the bands anyway.” You nodded, slinging your backpack on your shoulder. “I’m out of here, don’t call me if you need me.” You smiled and pranced out the door.
Pittfest was in full swing when you arrived. Everyone of age was mostly drunk or high as you made your way through the crowd. You had stopped at home to change, a pair of jean shorts and a black tank top. The sun was already blistering your skin, but it felt nice even if you knew it would hurt tomorrow. It was a rare good day, you thought to yourself.
“Jake!” You ran up to the teen, his arm hung around his girlfriend.
“Y/N! Hey! Leah, this is one of Robby’s coworkers. She’s one of the cool ones.” He laughed.
“I think you mean the coolest.” You corrected.
“Nice to meet you! Jake, we should call him and thank him.” Leah suggested. She seemed sweet, it was probably because you were there. She looked like she could cause mischief, you liked her.
Jake pulled out his phone, facetiming Robby. The music was blasting, you knew there was no way that old man heard a thing they were saying.
“Y/N made it too!” Jake moved the phone to put you in shot.
“Don’t worry boss, I’m making sure they keep room for Jesus!” you winked at Jake who started to blush.
“And that’s why you’re my favorite resident.” Robby chuckled.
The day went on easy. You had a beer, enjoyed the music, ate terrible fried food and watched Jake fall completely in love. It was sweet. They looked good together, you thought. You were glad he had a nice girl for his first love. Even if the odds of it lasting past college were slim to none.
You were at one of the food trucks fueling up on beer and fries for the rest of the evening when there were a few pops. They sounded like fireworks from where you were, until they were accompanied by screams. A chill ran up your spine, palms sweating as you moved to investigate. More shots. Someone screamed that there was a shooter.
“Oh shit.” You felt yourself start to shake. Your first thought was get to Jake.
You ran through the crowd, trying to see where he was. You tried calling, he wasn’t answering. You stopped to help up a few people who had fallen, when you saw the blood-soaked grass. Something in your brain clicked, your training taking over. Fear mostly forgotten, something you knew was part of your brain trying to get you to survive.
You took off toward the first aid tent. You needed supplies, they wouldn’t have enough, but it was a place to start.
“I’m Dr. L/N, I need gloves and anything you can spare!” You shouted as you ran behind the table, gathering everything you could into a spare bag. You ran back out into the crowd, shots echoed overhead.
You worked to stabilize everyone you encountered, instructing other concertgoers to take them to safety as you ran from person to person.
“Hey! Here, I brought out all the food trucks first aid kits! Not much but it’s something!” You recognized one of the cooks as he came running up to you.
“Thank you so much, now get the hell out of here.” You barked.
“Oh hell yeah.” He smiled. He smiled at you. Then he wasn’t. His smile, replaced by a gaping wound. You felt warmth dripping down your face. You were confused for a moment. Something on your forehead stung. You raised your hand to the spot, pulling away to see blood. A bullet fragment grazed your forehead you thought. A fragment from the one that went through that kind man’s smile. The realization crashed down on you as you watched him crumple to the ground, lifeless. The air was knocked from your lungs, you couldn’t move. You wanted to run, vomit, scream, but none of it happened. You just stood there. Frozen.
“Help! Please!” The screams echoed, bouncing around your skull. You had to move. You had to help. You finally felt you could move your legs and ran to help the next person, wiping the blood and brain matter from your face. Another shot echoed and you felt something burning your thigh, you fell to the ground.
A bullet was lodged in your left thigh. You felt the panic fill your throat. You tried to push it down, you had to asses and treat. The bullet hadn’t hit the femoral, it wasn’t in too deep. You’d be in pain but you’d survive. You gathered yourself to your feet and limped your way to the next patient.
This went on for hours. Scrambling to get to each patient, never having enough time to help everyone. People were screaming for you, grabbing at your body to get you to help them or someone they loved. You couldn’t move fast enough. You weren’t fast enough.
“Y/N!” You heard Jake’s voice, something in your chest broke. You felt the tears rolling down your cheeks but ignored them.
“You got shot!” You yelled looking over his leg.
“I’m fine! Leah, you gotta help Leah!” He cried. You looked at the girl, her face pale and the wound on her chest oozing blood from between Jake’s fingers where he was holding pressure.
“Okay, okay. I’ll try.” You said, your voice shaking. You took his hands away. She wasn’t going to make it. You knew she wouldn’t, but did your best to get her stable enough to make it to a truck.
“You need help getting out of here!?” A small group of men ran up to you.
“Get these two to PTMC as soon as you can, do not stop for anything!” You yelled as they gathered Leah up into their arms.
“Jake, keep pressure on her wound! Don’t stop!” You yelled as they took him away.
You ran around the fairgrounds, blood soaking through your jeans, the bullet was grinding into you thigh more and more. You sat down and dug through your bag of supplies, finding a pair of forceps. You had no medications, no lidocaine cream, just hand sanitizer to clean them. You took a deep breath and dug them into your thigh. White hot pain surged through your body, you screamed out as you dug the bullet from your thigh. Your hands were shaking as you lifted it to your eye level. It looked intact, no fragments. You put it in your pocket and did your best to wrap your leg.
You were out of gloves. Your hands were stained red. You kept going. You didn’t know how you kept going, but you did. The ground was soft and wet, each step forcing blood to puddle up from the grass. You pronounced too many people dead. You worked on teenagers and elderly, holding hands with them as they took their last breath. You tried to do cpr for every one of them. Even the ones you knew were a lost cause.
“Dr. L/N?” You heard a voice that was vaguely familiar from behind you. You were stood in the middle of the fairground, bodies surrounding you.
“Doc, they’re gone. There isn’t anyone else to save.” The voice said. You turned and saw one of the medics that frequented PTMC.
“Huh?” You mumbled.
“Doc, let’s get you checked out.” They walked up to you slowly, as if you were a stray dog.
“I tried…” You mumbled.
“You’re okay. Let’s get you out of here.” They said, wrapping an arm around you. You didn’t remember the ride to the hospital. You didn’t remember the medics trying to clean your wounds only for you to flinch and push them away. You didn’t remember them asking if you wanted help out of the truck. You saw the ambulance bay doors and walked in like you did everyday.
The chaos was dying down; the ER was in the process of cleaning up from the mass casualties. There were still signs of what happened: gloves thrown on the floor, blood smeared across the tiles. You wandered in, your feet dragging as you looked around confused.
“Oh my god!” You heard Dana’s voice as she took in the sight of you. You looked like you’d walked through hell. Your clothes were covered in blood and dirt, your once white shoes now a dark burgundy. Even your hair was sticky with blood.
“Y/N!?” Dr. Abbot came running over to you, putting his hands on your face, examining your forehead.
“Get a gurney, now!” Robby barked. You stood still. Your whole body was shaking as the adrenaline started to leave.
“I tried to help…” Your voice was small. You looked around and saw the ER had come to a standstill at the sight of you. Everyone looking at you in horrified sympathy.
“You did, kid. You helped a hell of a lot of people.” Dr. Abbot said as he guided you onto the gurney. They wheeled you into a trauma bay, which you thought was too much.
“Where’s all the blood coming from?” You heard one of the nurses ask.
“It’s not mine. It’s not…they kept grabbing me to help.” You said, the tears starting to fall.
“Bullet graze to the forehead, looks like a bullet wound to the left anterior thigh.” Abbot rattled off.
“I took it out.” You mumbled.
“What?” Robby and Abbot looked up, shocked. You pulled the bullet from your pocket.
“I couldn’t keep going with it in, I took it out.” You said, dropping the bullet onto the tray next to you.
“Jesus Christ.” Robby gasped.
“Okay, let’s get her in line for head CT. Get her a fluid bolus to help with shock and get me a closure kit.” Abbot ordered.
“Is Jake okay?” You mumbled, grabbing onto Robby.
“Yeah, yeah. He’ll be okay.” You saw something break in him. “Said you helped him. Said you helped everyone.” He held your hand.
“Did Leah make it?” Your breath hitching in your chest, knowing the answer.
“We’re giving you some morphine for the pain, Kid. You might fall asleep, let yourself.” Abbot interrupted, shooting Robby a look.
“I should have gone with her. It would have been better, she would have made it.” The sobs took over your body.
“No, it wouldn’t have. You did everything you could for her. We did everything we could. There was no more anyone could have done.” Abbot’s voice was firm but gentle.
“I wasn’t fast enough! I couldn’t move fast enough! I should have saved them! I couldn’t Save them!” Your voice cracking, breaking everyone in the rooms heart. Robby turned away to hide the tears. Abbot clenched his fists and shook his head.
“Let’s get propofol on board. Kid, I’m going to sedate you for this. You need it.” Abbot said, clearing his throat.
“I wasn’t good enough! I failed! I failed them, I failed all of them!” You were in hysterics. Abbot held you down by the shoulders as Princess came in and administered the propofol with red, glassy eyes.
“Don’t fight it, Kid! Don’t fight it.” Abbot pleaded. Robby’s hand never left yours. You sobbed yourself into sedation. Finally, able to rest.
“What are we going to do with her?” Robby sighed.
“We take care of her. We make sure she’s safe from herself.” Abbot said as he worked to close the wound.
“She’ll need to be put on leave. There’s no way she can treat patients after this.” Robby shook his head.
“We’ll figure it out. I’m not letting this break her. She’s too good for that, she deserves better.” Abbot clenched his jaw.
Your head was pounding as you started to regain consciousness. The lights were too bright, sending shock waves through your skull as you tried to open your eyes. Your leg was throbbing in time with your heartbeat, it was irritating. All of your muscles were sore; you felt like you’d been steamrolled. Then the memories came flooding back. The blood, the mud, the screams.
“Easy, you’re okay.” You heard Robby’s voice. “You’re safe, you’re in the hospital.” He said, a hand on your shoulder.
“too bright.” You mumbled. Robby got up and turned the lights down.
“You have a concussion, but nothing serious.” He said sitting next to you.
“What time is it?” You robbed at your eyes.
“It’s a little after midnight.” Robby looked at his watch.
“You shouldn’t be here.” You said, your throat dry and spit thick in your mouth.
“We’re taking shifts. Abbot will be here in a bit, I’ll go sleep. You don’t need to worry about it.” He told her, leaning on the guard rails.
“When can I go home?”
“In a few hours. With a follow-up appointment with psych tomorrow.” He told her.
“I don’t want-”
“Not negotiable. You’re getting evaluated, it’s protocol after what you’ve been through. You’re also on medical leave for the next three weeks.” He said, knowing you were going to fight him.
“That’s a bit excessive. I can still do desk work with my leg.” You argued, tears slipping down your cheeks.
“You need to heal more than that leg. We all do. But you saw things, did things, none of us had to. It’s going to stick to you for a while. We need to make sure that you’re okay before bringing you back in.” He offered you a tissue. You pushed it away.
“Sitting at home, with my thoughts isn’t going to heal anything.” You snapped.
“Neither is putting your head down and pushing yourself beyond your limits.”
“I just want to go home.” You said, bottom lip trembling.
“I know.” Robby sighed, squeezing shut his eyes in frustration. “You’re going to stay with Abbot for a week.” He knew you’d hate the idea.
“What? No! I can go home!” You shouted, tears streaming down your face. The door opened and in walked Abbot.
“You told her then.” He said as he sat across from you.
“I don’t need a babysitter! I’m fine!” you yelled.
“You aren’t. You aren’t fine. It’s okay to be not okay. But we aren’t letting you fall through the cracks. You will let us take care of you, it’s not a choice. You saw things, Kid, that you won’t be able to forget. The human brain is not equipped for the things you had to do today. It’s going to take time to figure out how to deal with all of this. If anyone here is qualified to tell you that it’s me.” Abbot said, putting a hand on your arm.
“I don’t want to be this…pathetic thing, everyone is going to look at me different.” You tried to stop the crying but failed.
“You aren’t pathetic. No one thinks that. If anything, everyone here looks at you and sees the strength that they don’t have.” Robby said.
“Kid, you’ll get through this. It’ll be a bitch, but you will. We aren’t going anywhere. Besides, I’m not that bad to live with.” Abbot shrugged.
“It’s asking too much.” You shook your head.
“Well, we weren’t asking so no, it’s not.” Abbot smirked.
“You deserve a chance to get better. That’s all we’re doing, giving you that chance.” Robby said.
You wanted to fight it. Something in you not able to accept such kindness after what you had just witnessed. But you didn’t. You kept quiet as they told you their plans and nodded along when they asked if you understood. You weren’t sure if you’d ever be okay, but at least you knew they’d be looking out for you. They’d catch you if you fell.
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BRING YOUR BUCKY TO SCHOOL DAY 𓂃 𓈒 ❀
congressman!dad!bucky x teacher!mom!reader





synopsis – bucky shows up for family friday day for your daughter.
fluff

she was ecstatic.
you could see how her tiny legs swung eagerly from the edge of the chair as she kicked back and forth. her hair was pulled into two pigtails that bounced with every excited shift in her chair. she kept looking at the door, eyes wide, for the moment she'd been waiting for all week.
today was her day to bring her dad to class, and saying she loved her dad was an understatement. she adored bucky.
you tried to keep the lesson moving, but the other kids were also whispering and giggling, feeding off her energy.
outside the classroom, bucky stood, adjusting the cuffs of his suit. he'd fought hydra operatives, aliens, and androids, he'd stood in congress facing the most ruthless critiques, but none of that had made him sweat like this. he was trained to face enemies, not five-year-olds in circle time. today wasn't about politics or missions, it was about being a good dad, the kind who shows up on time, brings the juice boxes, and knows the names of at least three cartoon characters.
—alright, everyone! —you announced, clapping your hands once to pull the kids' attention back to you. —it's time for family friday! —she sat up straighter than you'd ever seen her, eyes moving fast from the door to you and back to the door. —whose parent is coming today?
a chorus of voices answered all at one, —rebecca's!
—can i please go get him? please? pleasepleaseplease?
you laughed, —of course, go ahead.
and she was out of her seat like a rocket, pigtails bouncing, sneakers squeaking across the classroom as she threw the door open and there he was, just where he said he'd be. bucky's eyes met hers and everything felt lighter, the tight lines around his mouth eased, his lips curved into a smile.
she threw her arms around his waist. the kids inside the classroom leaned across their desks, trying to catch a glimpse of the man they'd heard so much about. bucky gently placed one of his hands in the back of her head, steadying himself more than her.
—hey, little one.
—guys? why don't you come in with all of us? —you asked.
—come on, —rebecca murmured. she grabbed his metal hand without hesitation and led him inside the classroom with all the confidence in the world. it didn't occur to her, not even for a second, that bucky might be nervous because to her, he was the bravest person alive.
as they walked in together, the class went silent except for some surprised gasp and quiet murmur. they both stood in the front of the classroom. your daughter's small hand still gripped his metal fingers. you watched them as bucky said good morning to the class and the kids responded with a chorus of greetings. you and bucky shared a quick look and you showed him a soft smile that you hoped it'd let him know how proud you were of him.
—thank you, mr. barnes, for being here with us today.
—thank you for having me.
the exchange was so formal it felt funny, like you were both playing roles. —okay, rebecca, —you said, the smile still on your lips. you had to remind professional but they were so cute together. your daughter looked at you and let go bucky's hand to approach her desk. she grabbed the piece of paper she'd been writing all week. she hurried back to bucky's side, —why don't you introduce your dad to us?
she nodded and looked up at bucky, her eyes sparkling with pride. then her eyes focused on her uneven handwriting on the paper. bucky watched her with a curious tilt of his head, eyebrows raised. he didn't know there would be a paper, something she'd made just for him. you didn't tell him about it, even though you'd watched her all week in class draft and redraft the paper, brows furrowed in that serious way she got that was just like his.
—this is my dad, —she started, voice weak at first thanks to the mix of nervous and excitement. —his name is james, but everyone calls him bucky, and he's a 108 years old.
a few of the kids exchanged wide-eyed glances, unsure if they'd heard that correctly. bucky gave a subtle glance in your direction and you couldn't help but let out a chuckle.
—he works in congress. he helps making laws and he has to wear a suit. this suit, —she pointed at bucky's clothes, making sure everyone saw him clearly. the suit was deep blue, the american flag pinned on the lapel. he was so handsome, especially today, with that sparkle in his eyes that only came when he looked at his little girl. —he's also a superhero like my uncle sam and he has fought a lot of bad people with him.
the kids recognized the name sam because if your daughter didn't brag about who his favorite uncle was at least twice a week, it meant she was probably home sick. bucky let out a quiet laugh and shook his head. he always felt like the word superhero was too big for him, like it belonged to the people who hadn't made the mistakes he had. but coming from her, it felt right-sized, even some quiet earned.
—but a long time ago he used to be a soldier and he had to wear this, —she reached under her t shirt, pulling out his dog tags. they dangled from the chain, too long for her tiny frame and almost reached her belly button as she held them up for everyone to see.
—my favorite memory with him is when this summer we traveled with mom to wakanda. i got to see shuri and she showed me a lot of cool things. wakanda is so beautiful, i like it there, —she cleared her throat. she sounded a little robotic reading, trying hard to read each word exactly as she wrote it, which only made her cuter. —i like when he's home. i like when he plays with me and alpine. i like when his hair is long because i can make him pigtails like mine, —she pointed at her own pigtails. the kids in the classroom giggled and so you did.
—i think he's the bravest dad and the funniest and the best one, and he's also my favorite superhero, —she put down the paper when she finished and everyone in the class started clapping for her, even bucky who was trying to hold it together and had to swallow the lump in his throat.
bucky knelt down and she quickly wrapped her arms around his neck. —you did amazing, bug, thank you, —he whispered. her arms tightened around him.
—it was great, rebecca, thank you, —you said, trying to hide that you've got a little emotional too. —so now, —you clapped, getting everyone's attention. —who has a question for rebecca's dad?
a dozen small hands raised, waving in the air with urgency. some kids even half-stood in their chairs, calling you ms. barnes! ms. barnes! bucky tried not to smile, it felt strange and right at the same time.
—is your dad a robot, 'becca?
your daughter blinked, caught of guard. —he's not a robot, he's my dad, —she looked at you confused. a robot? you smiled to ease her nerves. you knew why the kid was asking, kids notice everything.
—why do you think mr. barnes is a robot?
the kid pointed at bucky's left hand and your daughter's eyes followed his finger. —that's his arm, —she said plainly, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. it was so normal to her that she forgot to mention it on her paper, it was like saying he had brown hair.
—it's metal, —bucky finally spoke, his voice gentle, raising his left arm so the class could get a good look. he slowly opened and closed his fingers, the soft, mechanical sound leaving the kids speechless. —made by really smart people. they built it after i lost my real arm so i could still do everything i used to do.
—and it's so strong and cool, and he can still do everything, like throw me really high in the air and catch me, and also this! —rebecca looked at bucky and he extended his metal arm straight out in front of him, wrist locked. rebecca jumped and wrapped her hands around his forearm, legs swinging beneath her like a tiny acrobat.
a chorus of whoa and giggles filled the room. they asked him a lot of question about his arm: can it break a door? (only if the door really deserves it) can you use it to open pickle jars? (yes) does it hurt, mr. barnes? (not anymore) can it fall off?
—it's not like legos! it's part of him! can your arm fall off? —you daughter said, defensively.
—okay, you can sit now rebecca, thank you, —you jumped gently in before it turned into a debate. she looked at her dad one last time before moving to her desk, —next respectful question for mr. barnes? not about his arm, please, —some kids lowered their hands. —what about if we ask him about his job? —a hand in the back shot up. —yes?
—do you have to do homework in congress?
bucky chuckled, then gave a kid a serious nod. —oh yeah. lots of homework. i have to read really long reports, like this long, —he held his hands apart. —sometimes more. and then i have to write notes and be ready to talk about them in front of a bunch of people.
you bit your lip, fighting the urge to laugh. he did not read a single one of those reports. you shot him a quick, teasing look and he just smiled back at you, as if to say, don't spoil my fun.
—do you live in the white house?
rebecca looked from her sit right, then left, eyebrows raised like she was trying to figure out if the question was a joke. —no! he lives in our house. with me and mom and alpine.
bucky pressed his lips together and nodded, —she's right.
you watched as the questions kept coming, one after another, each more curious than the last. no other dad or mom who had attended to friday family had ever received so many questions. the kids were absolutely fascinated by bucky. and he was handling perfectly, laughing with them, answering to every question kindly, never rushing, making sure each child got their turn, even one of your shyest kids asked him if he could shook his metal hand. bucky looked at you for a quiet okay, then rolled up his sleeve just a little, offering his hand to the kid.
he was doing great and your daughter seemed to know it. she sat up a bit taller, legs still swinging from her chair. while bucky was talking, you caught her sneaking glances at her classmates like saying, see? that's my dad. and the look of pride in rebecca's face as she looked at him calmed every nerve in bucky's body. of course, rebecca didn't know about this but last night, after he tucked her in bed, bucky came into your room, worried about today. what if rebecca realized he wasn't as cool as the other dads? what if she ended up embarrassed by him?
you managed to reassure him enough to get him to sleep but nothing you said compared to the reassurance he felt now, because as he stood there in front of the classroom, surrounded by eager little faces, rebecca's blue eyes, like his, were shining. she wasn't just smiling. she was beaming, like bucky was the best part of her world.
and in the middle of this precious moment, you couldn't help but notice the couple of seats empty at the back of the class.
some parents decided not to bring theirs kids to school that day. when you sent that email to them, announcing that rebecca's dad was next in line for family friday, the last thing you expected was to called into the principal's office the next morning, where you found a handful of moms and dad already seated. are you sure that's appropiate? with his past? some of us are uncomfortable. we don't want our children near him.
you sat through the meeting, jaw tight. be careful, that's my husband you're talking about. you said to one of the moms who was getting to comfortable talking about bucky, tossing around words like unstable and dangerous. you explained that he was pardoned, publicly and legally, so there was no reason to question him. and you said enough, there was no reason you needed to list the therapy appointments, the years of community word, the fact that he woke up every morning wondering if today would be the day everyone finally saw him for who he is, not who he was, all of that for people like them.
and the principal had to side with you. there was no reason for him to stay out of family friday and even though bucky didn't know why those kids weren't here today, and if he asked you wouldn't tell him the truth, you couldn't help but feel bad for him. because he showed up here today just as a dad, doing what be knew best, being there for his daughter.
he stayed during the break and the kids wasted no time. a small group, leaded by rebecca, rushed to him. come on, mr. barnes, we'll show you the reading corner. bucky looked slightly overwhelmed but the smile never left his lips. you moved with them, pointing out little projects hanging on the wall and bucky nodding, paying attention. when the kids huddled up in a corner, discussing which drawings he absolutely had to see first, bucky reached out, his arm slid around your waist as he pulled you closed and you let yourself lean into him.
—you're doing great, —you whispered.
about the drawings, he had already found the one he was most interested in. stuck to the wall, it was almost everything green with colorful flowers and a big lake so he guessed it was meant to be wakanda. in the center were three figures one with your name, next to you it was written me ('becca) and dad (bucky). alpine was there too, a little white cat in the corner, she didn't travel to wakanda but that didn't matter to rebecca, she needed to be included in the drawing.
he pressed a kiss to your temple. you looked at the clock on the wall, —okay, guys, mr. barnes needs to leave now, —you could hear a collective complain, —let's give him a big thank you for coming today.
a chorus of thank you, mr. barnes rang out from the kids, some of them waving excitedly, others wanted one last fist bump from bucky as they called his name, even one, the quietest of your kids, moved toward him and he pressed a golden sticker star onto the vibranium of bucky's hand. —thank you, buddy, —the kid hurried to his place.
rebecca ran to his dad and bucky was quick to catch her in a hug.
—can you stay a bit longer?
—i wish i could, bug, —he pulled back enough to see her face, brushing some dark brown locks like his out of her eyes. —i have to go back to work, but thank you for sharing your class with me, i had so much fun, —rebecca's face scrunched in disappointment, only focusing on the fact that bucky needed to leave. —i'll see you later at home.
—before dinner?
he nodded and she threw her arms around his neck again, tighter this time, hiding her face in the curve of his shoulder. when she finally loosened her grip, bucky gently set her back down on the floor. you walked with him to the door, some kids calling his name one last time. he let out the biggest breath when the door of the class closed behind you, like he'd been holding it in the whole time.
—how was i? i think she was happy, wasn't she? she seemed happy.
you nodded, smiling. —you were amazing, buck, —you tucked in the lapels of his suit jacket, running your thumb over his u.s. flag pin.
—i kept thinking i'd say the wrong thing or that i'd embarrass her.
you shook your head as he spoke. —you didn't. you were patient and funny. she kept looking at you like you hung the moon, —bucky rubbed the back of his neck, you asked, —did you hear what she wrote about you?
bucky's heart shrunk remembering it, her daughter's tiny voice reading out, all proud, and let's said, a bit cocky, like she already knew her dad was the best one. —i want that paper. i'm gonna frame it and put it up in my office.
you laughed and tugged at the lapels of his suit jacket, pulling him down to you and pressed a kiss to his lips. he hummed into it, like he'd been craving that exact moment since he slipped out of bed in the early morning. once you pulled back, he placed another quick kiss to your lips.
—i'll see you at home. i cannot wait, i want to hear everything she said about me again, every word.
you playfully slapped his chest, —do not let it get to your head, mr. barnes.
—too late for that, ms. barnes.
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Oh oh, can I request a sort of alternate ending to the kidnapping headcanons with each of the Thunderbolts where, when they are about to break into the building reader is trapped in, reader appears behind them all bloody and bruised, making them jump and her saying, “Did you guys come to save me? Aww, that’s so sweet, I feel so loved right now!!”
(OMG YES This is sweet and fun I love it)
the thunderbolts come to save you, but you've already handled it yourself



pictures from pinterest
tags- she/her used, mostly just silly and fluffy, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of blood and fighting and minor injuries, some language
Yelena
Yelena knows that you’re tough, but she doesn’t expect you to be able to get yourself out of this one. The group gets to where you’re being held, and you’re just sitting on the ground, with your back up against the doorway. You look like hell, but you’re free. This is not what Yelena had imagined. She thought she’d have to free you herself and toss you over her shoulder or something. She couldn’t be more happy to see that she was wrong about your state. “Oh, hey, guys! This is awfully sweet of you to all come out here. This is a long ways away from the city,” you say as you manage to get back up on your feet. Yelena looks at you, amazed, and runs up to hug you and kiss your temple. Walker mutters to Ava, “At this point we could’ve just called her an Uber.”
Bucky
Bucky did not want to think about what could be happening to you. He’s seen a lot of pain and hurt in his day, so he knows firsthand how ugly these situations can get. Luckily, it never got as bad as it could’ve, because you actually broke yourself out. Bucky did not expect to find you already fighting off your captors on your own when he arrived with the whole team. Bucky wants to help, of course. He gets one punch in. You thank him, like you haven’t just knocked out every other person on your own. “I was just about to look for where they hid my phone so I could call you to give me a ride home, but it looks like I didn’t even need to call! You guys are the best,” you say, as if you’d just been stranded at the airport. Bucky’s never been so proud.
Ava
The fact that the search for you was dragging on for days was only making Ava’s nerves worse. Leaving you in danger for so long made her feel so horrible, and sometimes she’d wonder if it was possible that you’d escaped on your own. She figured it was too much to hope for, but it made her feel a little better. Besides, it wasn’t too far out of the realm of possibility. She’d imagine finally reaching your location, and the people who were supposed to be guarding you would all be just as clueless about your whereabouts as she was. She never considered that they’d all be unconscious on the ground when she got there. “Ava!!” she hears you yell from behind. She spins around and sees you jogging (with a slight limp) down the hall to reach her. She’s astonished. “Aww you guys! Thanks for coming. That means a lot.” After that remarkably chill response, Ava looks at you like you’ve never been so beautiful and cool in her eyes before, and that’s saying something.
John
John was terrified the whole time you were missing. All day long, he panicked and thought about all the horrible things that could be happening to you at any given moment. He didn't sleep, he didn't eat, he led the whole search, and he was ready to do whatever to took to get to you. You can only imagine his surprise when you run out and cut his destructive rampage short. He keeps standing there and looking at you because this is not computing. You're just standing there with your hands on your hips, your clothes all tattered, with bruises and cuts all over you. You're clearly exhausted, but you manage a little smirk. "Awww, Walker! Were you worried about me?" He just tosses his silly folded shield to the ground and pulls you into a tight hug. "Yeah, yeah, whatever." He doesn't even put up a fight when you reach out to affectionately ruffle his hair or pinch his cheek like a grandma. He's just so happy you're safe.
Alexei
When Alexei gets there and realizes you’ve already broken yourself out, he is so shocked. Then he thinks about it for a moment, and he doesn’t know why he’s even surprised. Of course you solved this on your own! You’re such a badass. You always have been. It’s one of the first things he noticed about you, and it’s what initially drew him to you. He feels like he should’ve had more faith in you, but now’s not the time for that. Now’s the time to celebrate the fact that you’re safe. He lets out a loud, jovial laugh and wraps his arms around you, telling you over and over again how proud he is of you while wiping some blood from your forehead. Somehow, you always manage to surprise him. Everyone is thrilled that you’re back, but Alexei is absolutely beaming with pride and relief for the rest of the night.
Bob
Part of why the team originally didn’t want Bob to go on the rescue mission, besides the Void stuff, was because they didn’t know what kind of state you’d be in. Bob’s very new to this line of work, and they know how much you mean to him, so they thought it might be too much for him to handle if he ended up having to see you seriously hurt. Luckily that didn’t happen. Before they have the chance to break the door down, you walk out from the other side of the building, waving your arms. “Hey! I’m right here!” Bob rushes to hug you, and it’s so tight that all your words are kind of muffled. “Guys I got the whole search party? This is actually really flattering.” Bob pulls away after a while and he’s immediately worried again when he sees the bruising all over you. You make a “You should see the other guy” joke, but everyone knows you’re not kidding. They really don’t want to see the other guy.
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Fur-evermore
Fandom: Marvel
Pairing: Robert "Bob" Reynolds x F!Reader
Summary: Because you're Bucky's assistant, you, and your service dog, Juniper, head to the tower to give him some files as well as meet the rest of his new team...including a very cute and slightly awkward, Bob.
A/N: so reader has a service dog, but I didn't go into specifics as to why. also this is like 3k words so yeah. enjoy!
Juniper, or Juni, as you like to affectionally call her, walks by your side as you enter the resident floor of the Avengers Tower. Even though Bucky didn't need you as much as he did when he was a Congressman, your assistance made his life a little easier. You thought yourself to be like a hero for the hero.
"Who are you?" the young blonde woman, you learned to be Yelena, asks as you come into her view.
You stop and politely smile, "Oh, hi! I'm Y/N. Bucky's assistant. I have clearance to be here. I mean, obviously, since I wouldn't be here if I didn't have clearance."
The tall blonde man that you know to be John Walker, frowns, "Why does Bucky get an assistant and we don't?"
Bucky sighs and stands from his spot on the couch, "She was my assistant when I was in Congress and she's generous enough to continue working with me," he approaches you with a friendly smile, "What's up?"
"Well here," you hand him some files, "Are some files Val wanted you all to go through before your mission in two days. Also, Sam says you're not answering his calls or texts."
Bucky winces, "We got into an argument and I need my space. He needs to respect that." He bends down and lets Juni sniff his hand.
Juni looks up at you waiting for your permission. You giggle and say, "Go ahead, Juni."
With her release words, the golden retriever practically pounces on Bucky, causing him to fall onto his back. Bucky's laughing as Juniper smothers him in kisses.
Yelena looks at the sight, confused, "Didn't think he even knew how to laugh."
You snort, "Juni has her way of breaking down people's walls."
"Who's dog is that?" asks another blonde man that comes down the steps.
You look at him and raise your hand, "She's mine! Her name is Juniper, or Juni. My service dog." You pat your leg, "Jun Jun, come."
Juniper immediately leaves Bucky to sit at your feet, "So this is Juniper," you scratch behind her ear, "and I'm Y/N, Bucky's assistant." You look around the room and point out each member, "Yelena, John, Ava, Alexei," and you turn to the man who stands some distance from you, "And you're Bob, right?"
He shyly nods and smiles, "Yeah. That's me. Hi."
"Hi. You all will probably see me and Juni a lot. So don't be alarmed if you see me here at random times. Really all depends on what the old man here," you gesture to Bucky who sits up, "needs from me."
Bucky grunts as he gets to his feet, "I can fire you, you know?"
"But then your life would be in shambles. You need me, old man," you nod to the files in his hands, "Please don't forget to look through those."
He rolls his eyes, "I won't."
You look at each member of Bucky's team, "If you ever need to get a hold of Bucky and he's not answering, feel free to get in contact with me. I know how he likes to ignore his phone." You face him again, "Please talk to Sam."
You shoot a smile at Bob, "Have a good rest of your day, Bob!"
He watches as you and Juniper head to the elevator, "Yeah...you too," he murmurs, eyes stuck on you until the elevator doors close. He turns to Bucky, "She's really nice."
Bucky scoffs, "To you. She's a pain in the ass to me, but she gets the job done. Helps me stay organized. Juniper is a lot of help too when things become too stressful. Have you thought about getting one?"
"What?" Bob asks with a scrunch of his brows.
"A service dog or emotional support dog."
Bob shrugs, "Dunno. Never had a dog growing up. Don't even know if I really like them or if I can even take care of one."
"Well Y/N loves to educate people on service dogs. So if you ever have questions, you can ask her when she's around."
"Yeah. Sure, I'll-I'll do that." he glances back at the elevator before retreating to his recliner near the window.
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The next time Bob sees you is a day after the team has the mission. Because Bob has buried The Void inside him, he hasn't been much help. So he stays at the tower and does what he can to make everyone's lives a little easier.
This includes make food.
You exit the elevator and are immediately hit with the smell of food. You follow the scent to the kitchen to see Bob pulling out a whole roast out of the oven.
"Smells amazing!" he jolts in surprise and you giggle, "Sorry for scaring you."
He chuckles, "It's fine. Wasn't expecting to see anyone until later." He sets the roast on the counter to rest.
You sit at one of the high chairs, Juniper plotting down beside your feet, "You know how to cook?"
"Been learning since I can't do much else to help. Kind of became the resident cook and cleaner around here, but it's fine."
You nod, "I'm sure they're really grateful for you, Bob."
"Oh yeah, Yelena tells me all the time. Bucky and Ava too, sometimes. Alexei and John don't say it as much, but I can tell they are. But Yelena the most, especially when I experiment on cooking certain dishes. She gets to taste all of them," he smiles brightly and it makes you smile.
"You and Yelena seem very close."
"Oh yeah," he nods, fidgeting with the hem of his hoodie, "She's helped me a lot with my...issues."
"Have you seen a therapist?"
"Yeah. I have sessions with them every other day, but, you know, some days are harder than others."
You give a hum, "Yeah, I know that all too well. I'm lucky to have Juni here to help me on those bad days," you look fondly at your furry companion.
"Yeah...Bucky said I could talk to you about having a service animal?"
Your eyes brighten and you straighten up, "Yes! I'm always willing to educate people and answer questions."
Bob rounds the kitchen island and sits beside you, "I'm just not sure I'm a dog person or if I'm capable of taking care of one. I can barely take care of myself sometimes."
"It's a partnership. You and the animal work together and create a harmonious relationship. Juni helps keep me above water and I provide her the basic necessities and lots of love." At the sound of her name, Juniper sits up and gives Bob a curious sniff.
"You can pet her, if you'd like," you say gently, "When we're out in public is when I need her to be more focused, but I'm more lenient when we're with a few people."
Bob holds out his hand to let Juni sniff him. Her tail wags as she steps toward him. Her cold nose touches Bob's hand as she sniffs him.
She immediately jumps onto her hind legs and rests her head on his lap. You hum, "She senses an uneasiness in you she's trying to help ground you." You slide off your chair, "Here, lay on your back on the floor."
Bob silently follows your orders. He slides off the chair and moves to lay on the floor. His back his pressed against the cold tiles.
Juniper immediately lays a part of her body on top of Bob. The weight and the warmth of her on top of him was comforting. So comforting, he felt himself tearing up.
You softly smile at him, "It's okay to cry, if you need to."
He sniffles, "I'm sorry. I just-"
You shake your head, "You don't have to explain. I know. I'll just sit here with you until you're okay."
So that's how you two stay for a time. Juni on top of Bob, Bob crying and letting himself feel whatever he's feeling, and you, just providing a comfortable silence.
After some time passes and Bob's cries subside, you call Juniper to you. She crawls off Bob and sits beside you, watching as Bob sits up. He wipes at his eyes, "Thank you. I didn't-I don't even know how to-"
"You're welcome," you help each other to your feet, "Is it okay if I hug you?"
"Yeah," he replies and stands there as you wrap your arms around him. He hugs you back, relishing in your comforting warmth and scent.
"You're not alone, Bob," you murmur in his ear.
He chuckles, "Yeah...slowly starting to really get that."
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You make an effort to see Bob when you were at the tower, whether it was just a quick "Hello" or a little chat as he cooks. You made sure to see him.
You've come to find that Bob was a really sweet and kind person. He had a rough past and wanted to make up for that. That's something he shared with the other Avengers.
So whenever you were around, he also made an effort to offer up his assistance if you needed it. Whether it was to help carry some of your things or even give Juni some water. Bob was always there to help you out too.
Because of that, you two started to grow close. Now it wasn't just Bucky you spent a lot of your time with. It was either Bucky on some days, Bob on other days, or both at the same time.
Bucky didn't mind it though, he understood where Bob was coming from and wanted to help the kid wherever he could. But he couldn't help but tease you when it was just you and him.
"Are you here for me?" he asks with a teasing smirk as he approaches the elevator.
You snort, "Aren't I always?"
He shrugs, "Dunno, you might be here for a certain someone."
You know what he's insinuating, but you don't take the bait, "I mean, yeah, me and Yelena are cool I guess."
Bucky rolls his eyes at you, "Alright, smart ass."
You smirk at him in victory, "Anyway, I scheduled you to have a meeting with a PR rep."
Bucky's face scrunches in confusion, "Why?"
"Because you suck at answering questions. All of those press interviews you've done were painful. You, obviously, need help. But don't worry, everyone else will be there too because Val and her PR team can only do so much."
Bucky groans and crosses his arms over his chest, "When is this?"
You check your watch, "In three hours."
"What if I had plans?"
You scoff, "Please, Bucky, I make your plans. So I know you don't have any."
The brunette walks away grumbling about how much of a pain you are, but you know there isn't any malice behind it. You look down at Juniper, who stares up at you with a smile, her tail wagging.
You chuckle and pat her head, "Let's go see our friend, hm?"
You head up to the second residential floor where everyone's rooms are located. You go down the hall to the very last room where Bob resides. You knock while also pushing in the door, "Hey Robby-oh."
You enter to see Bob shirtless, Yelena hugging him.
The scene looked...intimate.
"Sorry, I-Juni!" Juniper bolts into the room and jumps onto Bob's bed. Usually, she's a lot more behaved, but it seems she's gotten super attached to Bob.
Bob chuckles and pets the golden retriever, "Hiya, Juni girl," he gives her a soft smile.
"Juni, here," you command and she immediately rushes to your side. You clear your throat, "Sorry for interrupting. Just wanted to say hi."
Yelena smiles, "It's fine. We weren't doing anything."
"I'll see ya later, Robby," you give him an awkward nod and Bob just gives you a shy wave.
You and Juni leave, closing the door behind you. You shake your head and murmur to yourself, "I'm so stupid."
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When the door closes, Yelena breaks the silence, "Soooo that was awkward."
Bob looks at his friend with pleading eyes, "I just-you see why I'm not good enough? She's so beautiful and kind and smart and...I'm a mess. I'm broken-"
Yelena shakes her head, "Hey. No, we don't go there, remember? And broken things can be fixed...sometimes. You're working on yourself and that's good. If Y/N can't see that, then you shouldn't be with someone like her. But I do think she likes you too."
Bob looks at her with wide eyes, "You think?"
"I'm very perceptive. I saw her look sad when she saw us hugging. You know what that means?" Bob shakes his head and Yelena answers, "She thinks we're a thing, which means she's jealous. Which means, she has feelings for you." She does a mindblown gesture and it causes Bob to snort.
He lets out a deep breath and scratches his chest, "And if she doesn't like me back?"
Yelena shrugs, "I don't think that'll happen, but, if, somehow, she doesn't like you back, then you move on. That's the only thing you can do." She gives Bob a pat on the shoulder and heads out, leaving Bob to think about what she's said.
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You avoid Bob for the next few days after walking in on him and Yelena. You hate to admit how much it hurt to see him with her like that. You thought you two were getting closer, and maybe he even liked you. But, of course, you didn't stand a chance against someone as cool and as beautiful as Yelena Belova.
You were a little sad and insecure, so you did your best to continue to do your job while also trying to avoid the tower as much as possible.
Bucky caught on though, noticed you weren't coming by. So, after Bob asked for you, he decided to ask for you to come by the tower. He tried to make it seem like it was urgent, so you and Juni came storming onto the residential floor looking distressed.
"What's wrong? Are you okay?" you ask as you approach a waiting Bucky.
"I'm fine, but I wanted to know if you're okay."
You shuffle your weight from one leg to another, "Yeah. Why?"
He shrugs, "Just noticed you haven't been around for the past few days...and Bob has been asking about you."
"He has my number."
"He wants to talk to you in person."
"Why?"
"I don't know, but, whatever happened, he wants to talk to you, Y/N. Take it from me, ignoring your issues won't make them go away."
You groan, "I don't-"
"Y/N?" you freeze when you see Bob on the stairs.
Juniper barks and you let her run to him. She jumps at him and he chuckles, "Hiya, girl."
You look at Bucky with pleading eyes, "Don't you-"
"I'll leave you to it," he gives you a wink and walks back upstairs, giving Juni a pat and Bob a nod.
You internally groan and slowly walk over to the base of the stairs where Bob sat, petting Juniper.
"Hi," you say shyly and he looks up at you, "Hi."
"So...you've been asking for me?"
"Well, you haven't been around. Wanted to see if you were okay."
"You could've just texted me."
"Yeah, well...I wanted to see you...to talk to you."
You sit beside him on the stairs, "I'm here so...what's up?" You avoid looking at him by petting Juni.
"I really don't know how else to say it and I'm not good at this stuff. But...I like you, Y/N. A lot. And, I know I've got my issues, but I promise I'm working on them. And I don't think I'd make the best partner or boyfriend or whatever, but I'm willing to try things out. With you," he clarifies at the end.
You're looking at him, eyes searching for any hint that he's lying or playing some prank on you.
You finally find the words to speak, "I thought you and Yelena-"
"We're just friends. That day you came into my room to see me, I was having a bit of a breakdown. She was helping talk me through it."
"I like you too," you say softly, "When I saw you with Yelena, I thought...yeah. So I did the cowardly thing and avoided coming here because I didn't want to potentially see you and her together."
Bob reaches for your hand, lacing his fingers with yours, "I get it. It's okay. Feelings are...scary."
You chuckle, "So scary."
"So? Do you think we can try this out? I can't guarantee I won't mess things up-"
"It's okay," you whisper, cupping his face with your free hand, "I wanna try things out with you, Robby. As long as we both stay on top of communicating how we're feeling and what's going on in our heads, I think we'll be okay."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah," you reply in a whisper, leaning in closer and closer that yours-
"AH! Young love!" Alexei exclaims as he and Yelena exit the elevator, "So beautiful and lovey! Congrats you two!"
"Dad, shut up!" Yelena scolds her father, "Sorry! Carry on!" She pushes her father back into the elevator to bring him somewhere else.
Bob chuckles, "Well that was-"
His words are interrupted as you grab his face and kiss him. He's taken by surprise, but kisses you back. It's a little awkward, but also endearing.
He doesn't know what to do with his hands until he just settles with holding your face instead.
You pull away with a smile and take in the hazy look that Bob's has in his eyes.
"Woah," he says and you laugh, and it's one of the most beautiful things he's ever heard.
You scoot away to give him some room to breathe, "So, um, do you wanna go on a walk around the city with me and Juni?"
"Yeah. Absolutely." He stands up first, helping you to your feet. You hand him Juni's leash and she sits at his feet while he attaches it to her collar.
He holds out his hand to you and you take it, both of you walking out of there with a buzzing sensation around you two.
#bob reynolds#bob reynolds x reader#robert bob reynolds#robert bob reynolds x reader#bob reynolds imagine#thunderbolts#thunderbolts imagine
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Morgan ofthedevil: Everything but especially how neurodivergent (hc autistic and plural) she is, she's so fucking real
The Shifting Mound: She didn't ask to be a god anymore than TLQ but she's sure as hell embracing it and god forbid a woman be ambitious
Misa Amane: She deserved so so so much better, nearly everything she did was because she was traumatized or manipulated or both, the whole time she just wanted some sense of security after the things that happened to her so she sought out Kira for his promises of a safer world and then she fell in love when she met him and he took advantage of that and then she never got to have anything good happen to her because the writers hate women
Junko Enoshima: As much as I see her as one of the biggest examples of Danganronpa's writing issues (everything with Hope's Peak + Ultimate talents being basically superpowers + that's not how mental health works), if she was a guy then you know a lot of the people who hate on her would instead be praising how conniving and terrifying of a villain she is, plus she is genuinely very entertaining when she's on-screen which is the top priority of most characters
Savriya (OC): Look she committed war crimes but she did have a genuine heel realization and tried to improve, emphasis on tried but y'know, plus while her execution of the concept is flawed she is right about not repressing your emotions
STOP this is the feminism checkpoint. you have to comment something you like about a flawed female character. or explode
#lux moment#of the devil#of the devil morgan#slay the princess#the shifting mound#death note#misa amane#danganronpa#junko enoshima#oc lore
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price who married for the sake of duty because he’s getting old and he’s always wanted to settle and start a family, and while there’s really no love between him and his wife he really does his best to be the greatest husband out there.
but you just have to come along, huh? stumbling into his life—the new barista in that local cafe that his wife swears is the best in the block—all pretty in your heartbreak—“i was so sure that i was going to marry him,” you told him one quiet night, your gaze faraway as you spun to john the love that you shared with your ex-boyfriend until he broke your heart with a confession that he’s yet to move on from his previous relationship—and your dependence, and john isn’t the cheating type. he swears he isn’t.
but you.
oh how you push so much of his buttons, tearing down his carefully fabricated reality to fill his life with unimaginable joy.
“leaving again, hun?” his wife asks, her meticulously plucked eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
“yeah,” john says, distracted as he fishes his keys from his coat. “just meeting the boys, y’know?”
she hums, hesitant, but john knows that he has nothing to be worried about—he’s been so careful, after all. still, he leans close and kisses her to wash away the remnants of her suspicions. and as he watches her eyes flutter close, john can’t help but think how your kisses taste a lot better with the way that they leave his stomach churning with undeniable giddy.
later, when you jump in his truck, john kisses you like a man starved to make up for his folly.
one day, he promises, i’ll marry you.
#laughs maniacally#john price x reader#captain john price x reader#john price#x reader#cw infidelity#suns
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˖ ݁♬⋆.˚𝄞. ➛ Right Person, Wrong Time
Oscar Piastri x Fem!Reader



୨ৎ Summary: The story of how they fell apart, found themselves, and came back together stronger than ever—this time, for good.
୨ৎ Genre: Little Angsty but with a happy ending!
୨ৎ Note: Some grammatical errors, this also not proofread. Hope y’all enjoyyy!!
ARCHIVES ⭑.ᐟ
Oscar and Y/n have been inseparable since the very beginning—their moms were best friends long before they were even born, laying the foundation for a bond that felt written in the stars.
Their lives grew tangled in all the right ways, shaping each other in quiet, everyday moments. Oscar wouldn't be who he is without his Y/n, and the same goes for her. What they had felt like it was lifted straight from a fairytale—but not the perfect, polished kind. It was the kind with scraped knees, shared secrets, and laughter over nothing. Two innocent kids who didn’t realize that all those little moments were slowly leading them to something bigger. To love. The kind that felt inevitable.
It was like they were fated to be each others company.
...
When Oscar started racing, Y/n was alongside him— cheering him on in the sidelines. Always proud to see him reach for the sky and landing the dream he longed for.
You were beyond happy when his talents were discovered— his reputation sky rocketed in an instant. With each milestones that Oscar gained you were always there— giving him nothing but endless love and support.
But they say the good cannot coexist without the bad.
Like every story touched by magic, there’s always a storm that follows the calm. You just never expect it to hit as hard as it does. One moment, everything feels untouched, golden—and then suddenly, it doesn’t. The silence gets louder. The distance creeps in. And before you know it, you're left standing in the wreckage, wondering how something so good could break so quietly. Wondering if you ever really mattered in the way you thought you did. Questioning your place in his world, like maybe you were just passing through—while he was your entire map.
It broke you in ways you didn’t know were possible—to watch something so carefully built fall apart without warning. Years of shared memories, inside jokes, and quiet trust, all crumbling under the weight of unspoken words and arguments that never really had a point. It wasn’t one big moment, just a slow unraveling. And that’s what hurt the most. Not the shouting, not the silence—but the way it ended like it meant nothing, when to you, it meant everything.
...
Years have gone by, You were living… but were you really? Or were you just existing, moving through the days with a version of yourself that never fully came back after him? Because some goodbyes don’t echo right away—they linger, quietly, in the spaces where love used to live.
You were there present times but your mind just wonders back to the past. A past you swore you moved on from.
Whenever you scroll through your phone— headlines of him passes by... just like the memories you locked up. Clouding your mind with endless possibilities of what should have been and shouldn't have.
Seeing him happy and fine without you was tearing you apart.
...
Days later, your friend begged you to come with her to a Formula 1 event. You said no at first—too many memories, too much risk of running into him. The thought alone made your chest tighten. But she insisted, said you needed a change of scenery, something to pull you out of your head.
So there you were, standing beside her in a dress that hugged you just right, the kind you wouldn’t normally wear. The wind danced through your hair, engines roared in the distance, and for a moment, you almost forgot why your heart felt so heavy. Almost. Because even in a crowd that big, part of you was still scanning for the one face you weren’t ready to see—but couldn’t stop hoping you would.
"Are you having fun y/n/n?" Your friend asked, smiling as she examined your tensed features.
You nodded lightly, contemplating whether or not to share your fleeting feelings with her.
She hummed in response as she took a sip on her drink, paying no mind at your not so obvious anxious state.
After a while, the drivers began to roll in, the announcer's voice echoing as each name was called. Cameras zoomed in on each passing figure, but your world slowed down, your heart skipping when they finally called his name. Time seemed to freeze as the crowd cheered, and for a moment, it was like everything else disappeared. All you could hear was the rush of your own heartbeat, the echo of his name ringing in your ears.
You looked away immediately as soon as you took a glance at him. The growing feeling in your heart becoming heavier as you saw a glimpse.
Oscar smiled across the room, unbeknownst to him that you were only a mere meters away from him.
Your eyes couldn’t help but follow him, even when you didn’t want to. You saw how effortlessly happy he was, laughing and smiling with everyone around him. That smile—one you once knew so well—was the same one you had watched fade away when things between you two fell apart.
And then it came—the moment you’d been dreading all night. His eyes finally met yours, and with every passing second, his grin slowly shifted into a frown as your gaze locked.
You looked away, not wanting to feel the heavy pain that came with his eyes. The weight in your chest felt like it might suffocate you, but you fought it off, pushing back the ache. Your focus shifted to something—anything else. The crowd, the noise, the cars racing in the distance—but it was all just background noise now, like everything was happening in slow motion.
For a moment, you thought maybe you'd escape the hurt, but then you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned, almost startled, to find your friend watching you closely. She knew you too well. "You good?" she asked, her voice soft but firm, like she already knew the answer.
You nodded almost instantly. The beat on your heart not resting. "I uhm i am just.. tired yeah tired." You quipped back.
She looked at you knowingly, her eyes catching the tension in your face—your brows knitted together, your chest rising and falling with each shallow breath, and the slight crack in your voice. It was a habit you had whenever stress hit, and she’d seen it enough times to recognize it instantly.
"Want to go home now?" she asked softly, her voice gentle but carrying the weight of everything unsaid.
You didn’t even hesitate. The weight of the night, the memories, and the sudden rush of emotions all became too much to bear. You nodded, your throat tight as you forced a small, thankful smile.
"Yeah," you whispered, "I think I do."
She didn’t ask anything more, just nodded in understanding, guiding you away from the noise and toward the exit. As you walked, it felt like you were shedding a part of yourself with every step—walking away from a past that had once meant everything to you.
His gaze followed you until you were swallowed by the crowd, the space between you growing wider with each step. He stood there, frozen for a moment, unsure of what to do with the flood of emotions that suddenly hit him. There was a tightness in his chest, an ache he couldn’t shake. He had always been able to read you—knew when something was wrong, even before you said a word—but now, seeing you walk away like that, he felt a sense of helplessness.
He wanted to run after you, to apologize, to fix whatever had broken between you, but the thought of reaching out only felt like a step too late. The moment passed, and all he could do was watch, his heart heavy with regret, as you disappeared into the night.
...
The next morning you woke up like normal— did your usual morning routine but with an unexpected bombarding text from none other than him.
Your hands seem to shake as you reached down to open your phone. You were scared to read what it contained— hesitantly you opened his text.
Oscar [3:43 AM]: i know im probably the last person u wanna hear from right now but i can’t stop thinking about u i saw u today. u looked beautiful. like always. and it hit me all over again i messed up. i know that i was stupid, and i let u walk away without saying what i needed to say can we meet? please just talk. just once i’m sorry y/n. for everything.
You stared at your phone, the screen glowing in the room. His name sat at the top of the message, your heart pounding harder with each word you read. A part of you wanted to cry. Another part wanted to scream. And somewhere deep down, beneath all the hurt, was a quiet voice that still missed him.
Your fingers hovered over the keyboard, the words forming in your head but never making it to the screen. You locked your phone instead, tossing it gently onto the bed like it might burn you if you held on too long.
You needed time to breathe. To think. Because the wound was still there, barely healing—and reopening it now felt like risking everything all over again.
...
It had been three days since the message. Three days of pacing, rereading, overthinking. But in the end, something in you gave in—not because you were ready, but because a part of you still needed closure. Or maybe hope.
You agreed to meet at a quiet café tucked away from the buzz of the city, the kind of place no one would recognize either of you. You sat by the window, fingers curled around a warm cup, trying to steady your nerves as the minutes ticked by.
Then the door opened.
You didn’t need to look up to know it was him. You felt it—the shift in the air, the way your heartbeat quickened without warning. And when you finally did glance up, there he was. A little tired, a little messy, like sleep hadn’t come easy. But his eyes locked onto yours like they never forgot the way back.
He walked over slowly, uncertain. “Hey,” he said, voice low.
You gave a small nod, unsure of what to say, unsure if anything could ever really fix what had been broken—but you were here. And so was he. And maybe, just maybe, that was enough to start with.
He slid into the seat across from you, eyes scanning your face like he was trying to read the time that passed between you. You sat in silence for a few seconds, the quiet louder than it should’ve been.
“I didn’t think you’d come,” he said, voice a little hoarse.
You shrugged, keeping your gaze steady. “Neither did I.”
He gave a dry chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. “I was drunk when I sent that. But… everything I said—I meant it.”
You looked down at your drink, fingers tracing the rim of the cup. “You always seem to mean things too late, Oscar.”
That stung. You saw it in the way he looked down, his jaw tightening. “I know. I know I hurt you. I was stupid, and I let everything fall apart like it didn’t matter. But it did. You mattered. You still do.”
Your heart twisted. God, part of you wanted to believe him. To rewind everything. But the other part? The one that carried the weight of every sleepless night, every moment you felt like a ghost in his world—that part kept you grounded.
“I’m not here because I forgot what happened,” you said softly. “I’m here because I don’t want to wonder anymore. I need to know if there’s something still worth holding onto… or if I should finally let it all go.”
He leaned forward, eyes pleading. “Then let me prove it. I don’t want to be the storm that ruined you. I want to be the calm after it.”
You didn’t answer right away. You just looked at him, really looked at him—and for the first time in a long while, he looked like he meant it.
You let his words hang in the air for a while, unsure if the ache in your chest came from hearing what you’d always wanted—or fearing it wasn’t enough anymore.
“I don’t know if I can go back to how things were,” you finally said, voice barely above a whisper. “Too much has changed. I’ve changed.”
He nodded, his expression gentle but weighed down with guilt. “I don’t want to go back. I want to start from where we are now. Even if it’s slow. Even if you’re unsure. I just… want a chance.”
You looked at him again—really looked. He wasn’t the boy you grew up with, or the one who broke your heart. He was someone in between now. Bruised by life. Regretful. Human.
You exhaled, your chest rising and falling with a strange mix of relief and sadness. “Then don’t say things you don’t plan to follow through with this time.”
“I won’t,” he said quickly, earnestly. “Not again.”
For the first time that evening, a small smile tugged at the corners of your lips. Not out of happiness, not quite—but out of possibility.
“Okay,” you said softly. “One step at a time.”
He smiled, just a little. And this time, it didn’t feel like a distant memory—it felt like something new.
...
Six months later
It didn’t happen overnight.
There were awkward silences, hesitant conversations, and days when the past felt heavier than the present. But there was effort—real, intentional effort. Oscar showed up. Consistently. Whether it was texts just to check in, coffee left at your door, or quiet walks where no one needed to say much—he was there.
You started laughing again. The real kind. The one that filled a room without trying.
He learned how to be patient. You learned how to forgive—not just him, but yourself too.
There were no grand gestures or movie-worthy speeches. Just small, honest moments stitched together over time. A touch on your hand that lingered a little longer. A shared memory that no longer hurt to revisit. A night spent talking about everything and nothing until you both fell asleep on the couch.
And one morning, as sunlight spilled through the window and your head rested on his chest, you realized something.
You were happy.
Not the naïve kind of happy you once were, but the quiet, steady kind that came after the storm. The kind that knew what it was like to lose—and chose, day after day, to stay anyway.
He looked down at you, brushing your hair back gently. “You know,” he whispered, “I think we’re finally okay.”
You smiled, fingers tracing lazy shapes along his arm. “Yeah,” you whispered back, eyes fluttering shut. “We are.”
And for the first time in a long time, it felt like the ending you both deserved—no longer a fairytale, but something even better.
Something real.
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One Year Later.
The entire weekend had built up to this moment. The pressure, the anticipation, the sweat. But when the checkered flag waved and the world seemed to slow down, it didn’t matter anymore.
Oscar had done it.
P1.
The crowd was roaring, the team was shouting, and the pit crew was cheering as if the whole world had exploded in celebration. But amidst all of that, Oscar wasn’t looking at any of them.
He was looking for you.
He tore off his helmet, adrenaline pumping through his veins. He wasn’t interested in the reporters or the flashing cameras. His eyes were on the one person who had been there from the very beginning.
You.
The moment his gaze locked onto yours, he broke free from the chaos. Pushing past everyone, he sprinted across the track, his heart racing as fast as his car had. The cheers of the crowd faded into the background, the only sound he could hear was the pounding of his feet on the pavement, and the thudding of his heart.
When he finally reached you, there was no hesitation. His arms were around you in an instant, pulling you into him as if he couldn’t bear the thought of being apart, even for another second.
And then, without a word, he kissed you.
It was a kiss that was years in the making—fueled by everything you’d been through, every moment of doubt, every argument, every quiet night spent holding onto each other in the aftermath of pain. But this kiss wasn’t about the past. It was about the future. About all the promises you’d made to one another in whispers and in silence.
He kissed you like he had just won everything that mattered.
“I did it,” he breathed, forehead pressed against yours as he pulled back, still holding you close. “We did it.”
You smiled, your fingers tracing the outline of his jaw, still trying to process the reality of what had just happened. “You’re incredible,” you whispered.
“I couldn’t have done it without you,” he said, his voice filled with emotion. “You were always here, even when I didn’t deserve it.”
The crowd was still cheering, the cameras flashing, but in that moment, it felt like it was just the two of you, standing there on the track, the rest of the world waiting for the celebration.
But to Oscar, this moment—this kiss, this feeling—was the victory that mattered most.
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Hello!!! First I wanted to say I absolutely adoreeee your fics I literally read them like bedtime stories honestly😭🙏
I also wanted to request perhaps reader and spencer at jj's wedding (reader also being a part of the bau) and they've both been best friends for years. They dance together and as it's getting late, spencer offers reader to stay at his place for the night because it's closer. Then they go back to his apartment and nervously end up admitting feelings for eachother!!! Like it comes up in conversation while they're just hanging out and watching TV or whatnot and maybe they also get super emotional and teary because of how much they both mean to eachother. Hope this is coherent enough or not too elaborate 😭 thank you so much anyhow though - you are a brilliant writer!
wedding — spencer reid
pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader ( no use of y/n ) content warnings: reader wears a dress , lots of dancing , mention of a case a/n: hi hi ! i hope you like this <3 i loved writing this
“You know you’re staring, right?”
Penelope Garcia’s voice snapped you out of your trance. She nudged your shoulder with hers, her dress catching the light as she tilted her head toward you.
You blinked, pulled from your thoughts as your gaze reluctantly drifted away from where Spencer stood beneath the garden lights.
He was crouched down, completely absorbed in showing Henry a card trick, his voice soft. The child’s eyes were wide with wonder.
Yours weren’t much different.
You were at JJ's wedding, waiting out in the garden while the she got ready. The evening air was cool but pleasant, and strings of fairy lights twinkled like stars overhead.
“What?” you asked, trying to sound casual, though your tone betrayed you.
Garcia turned to face you fully, her expression smug in the most Garcia way possible.
“You.” She pointed a finger at you . “Were staring.” Then she swiveled her finger dramatically toward Spencer. “At Dr. Adorable over there.”
Your face warmed, and you blinked at her, still half-lost in the haze of watching Spencer—the way his hair fell just slightly into his eyes when he leaned forward, the joy in his expression as he entertained Henry.
Your mouth opened to protest, but no words came out. You glanced back toward Spencer before you could stop yourself—he was laughing now, Henry giggling with him, and the sight made your heart twist in the gentlest way.
Garcia raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the flustered look on your face. “I mean, if you're gonna pine, at least do it with a little less intensity. People are gonna start thinking you're plotting his murder or planning your wedding. There is no in-between with that look.”
You rolled your eyes, but a smile tugged at your lips. “Stop,” you said weakly, pointing a finger at her in mock warning.
“Mhmm,” she hummed, the grin never leaving her face as she slowly backed away. “I’ll leave you to your lovesick sighing. But just so you know, you’re not nearly as subtle as you think you are.”
You watched her disappear into the reception with a sigh, your eyes inevitably drawn back to Spencer. His head tilted up slightly, and for a moment, it almost felt like he was about to look right at you. You froze. But instead, he ruffled Henry’s hair and stood up with that soft smile still lingering on his lips.
Some time later, you were standing quietly beside Garcia, watching as JJ's mother walked her down the aisle.
The moment was beautiful—soft music playing, petals lining the path, the kind of memory that felt like it would live in everyone’s mind forever.
You glanced across the aisle.
Spencer was standing directly opposite you, looking striking in his dark suit. His hair was just slightly tousled in that effortlessly handsome way he never seemed to realize he had.
You tried not to stare—but that resolve didn’t last long. Your eyes kept finding their way back to him.
What you didn’t know was that he was doing the exact same thing.
It turned into a quiet game of glances and near-catches. Every time you looked over, he had just looked away. Every time his eyes landed on you, yours had already shifted elsewhere.
A dance of almosts.
Later, as the reception began and you found your seat at one of the round tables lit with candles and scattered rose petals, you found yourself sitting between Emily and Rossi. The chair across from you remained empty for only a moment—until Spencer took it, still sneaking those glances when he thought you weren’t looking.
Rossi stood, glass in hand, and the room hushed as he began his toast. His voice was warm and full of love, weaving a beautiful speech to JJ and Will.
While the rest of the room listened with full attention, Spencer found himself watching you instead.
You were smiling—softly, sincerely—as you listened to Rossi speak, and it knocked the air right out of him. Your dress, elegant but simple, shimmered slightly in the candlelight.
He’d nearly lost his footing when he saw you walk in earlier. Morgan had caught him gaping and slapped his shoulder with a laugh, saying, “Try to be subtle, pretty boy,” before shooting a look to Garcia. She, in turn, had already noticed the exact same look on your face when Spencer entered the venue.
“Cheers!” Rossi’s voice rang out, snapping Spencer back to the moment.
Everyone raised their glasses, laughter and the clinking of glass echoing softly around the room. You tapped your glass gently against Emily’s and then Rossi’s, then your eyes found Spencer’s—finally, directly.
You held his gaze and raised your glass slightly toward him. The gesture was small but intimate. Intentional.
He blinked, as if surprised you were really looking at him this time, and then he smiled—soft, warm, and a little shy. He raised his glass in return, eyes never leaving yours.
About twenty minutes later, the music softened, and couples slowly began to gather on the dance floor.
You laughed, breathless, as Morgan suddenly took your hand and pulled you onto the dance floor with dramatic flair.
“Morgan!” you protested through your giggles, but he just grinned, spinning you lightly before placing one hand at your waist and the other in yours.
“Come on, don’t pretend you’re not having fun,” he teased as the two of you began to sway to the rhythm.
You rolled your eyes fondly, your smile not faltering for a second. The two of you moved easily together, playful, but Morgan’s attention wasn’t entirely on the dance. He glanced over your shoulder, eyes locking with Spencer’s across the room.
Spencer stood by the edge of the dance floor, fidgeting with the cuff of his suit jacket. He hadn’t stopped watching you all night. You looked radiant—happy, glowing. And that look on your face... he wanted so badly to be the one putting it there.
But nerves had kept him frozen.
You and Spencer had been best friends for years. Through tough cases, long nights, and vulnerable confessions whispered in quiet hotel rooms, you’d been there.
Always. And yet tonight, seeing you in that dress, with your hair framing your face just so, had knocked him completely off balance.
Morgan had noticed, of course.
Before dragging you to the dance floor, he’d spent the last ten minutes nudging Spencer with not-so-subtle comments, even outright pushing him toward the dance floor once. “You’re really gonna let me dance with her all night when you’re clearly dying to?”
Spencer had brushed him off, flustered and full of excuses—until now.
Morgan raised an eyebrow meaningfully as he danced with you, silently daring Spencer to make a move.
Spencer swallowed hard, his eyes locked with Morgan’s. Then they slid to you. You were smiling, your cheeks flushed with laughter, your hand resting lightly on Morgan’s shoulder.
That was it.
He bit his lip, straightened his jacket, and finally—finally—stepped forward.
As Morgan saw him approaching, he leaned in and whispered to you, “Looks like my job here is done.”
You gave him a puzzled look just as the song transitioned into a slower, sweeter melody.
And then Morgan stepped back.
You turned—and there he was. Spencer. Hands slightly fidgety, but eyes soft and full of something that made your breath catch.
“May I?” he asked, his voice a little quiet, a little shy.
You smiled, your heart skipping a beat. “Took you long enough.”
You slipped your hand into his, and as he pulled you gently into the dance, everything else seemed to fade away.
You were nervous—your heart beating a little faster than it should—but when your eyes met his, something in you relaxed. You smiled, even brighter than before.
“The wedding is beautiful,” you said quietly, your voice barely above a whisper as you glanced over at JJ and Will, dancing just a few feet away, completely wrapped up in each other.
“It really is,” Spencer replied, his gaze drifting to the newlyweds for a moment before returning to you. His hand at your waist tightened ever so slightly. “She looks really happy.”
You nodded, your smile turning softer, more thoughtful. “She does.”
Neither of you noticed the way the rest of the team was sneaking glances your way—Emily nudging Garcia with a knowing smirk, Morgan grinning to himself, Hotch watching with quiet approval. Even JJ, in the middle of her own dance, looked over and caught the moment, her expression glowing with fondness.
Spencer smiled, eyes half-lidded as he took a steadying breath, his lips just inches from your temple now. The scent of your perfume was soft and familiar, and he could feel your warmth as you instinctively scooted just a little closer.
That tiny movement sent a ripple through him.
You were here—in his arms.
“You didn’t tell me you were such a great dancer,” you said with a teasing lilt, leaning back just enough to look up at him, your brows raised playfully.
Spencer glanced down at you, and for a second, you saw the faintest flicker of smugness in his expression—but it vanished quickly, replaced with that familiar bashful smile. His eyes darted away as if the compliment had short-circuited his brain.
“Didn’t know that myself,” he admitted, chuckling softly. “Pretty sure I’m only doing okay because you’re leading.”
You grinned, heart fluttering. “Guess we make a good team, then.”
At that, his eyes met yours again—and this time, they stayed. Warm, searching, a little bit braver than before.
“I always thought we did,” he said softly.
The honesty in his voice made your chest tighten in the best way. You swallowed, your heart thudding just a little louder as your fingers gently brushed the hair at the nape of his neck.
You felt him shiver slightly under your touch.
Without thinking, you scooted closer again, closing what little space remained between you. His hand tightened slightly at your waist in response—subtle, but unmistakable.
Neither of you said anything more for the rest of the dance.
Eventually, the song faded into another. And though you didn’t want it to end, you both stepped back—reluctantly—hands falling away slower than necessary, eyes lingering.
The rest of the evening carried on like a dream.
Over the next hour, you ended up being passed around the dance floor like the unofficial guest of honor. Morgan was the first to swoop in again, spinning you dramatically as you laughed. Then came Rossi, smooth as ever, insisting it was tradition to dance with the most radiant woman at the wedding. Even Hotch surprised you with a short, polite dance.
Each one of them had something to say.
“So... you and Reid, huh?” Morgan grinned, eyebrow raised.
“You two looked like a scene straight out of a Nora Ephron movie,” Emily teased as she dipped you mid-dance, clearly enjoying herself.
“I’d say it’s about time,” Rossi murmured with a smirk, before twirling you gently. “We were starting to think we’d have to lock you both in a room until someone confessed.”
Garcia all but squealed when she finally stole you away for a spin. “Okay, do not lie to me. Was that the moment? Because I swear, there were literal stars in the air.”
You laughed so hard your cheeks hurt. It was all good-natured, wrapped in love and genuine happiness for you. But through every dance, every tease, your eyes kept finding Spencer across the room.
And every time, he was already looking at you.
By the end of the night, you found yourself lingering near the exit, wrapped in the warmth of a goodbye hug with JJ. You’d already said “Congratulations” at least ten times, and you still felt like it wasn’t enough.
“I’m just so happy for you guys,” you said again, your voice full of sincerity as you held her tight.
JJ smiled against your shoulder. “Thank you. I mean it. And… I saw the dance,” she added teasingly, pulling back with a knowing look in her eyes.
You opened your mouth to respond, but Spencer appeared beside you just in time, offering his own congratulations to JJ and Will with that soft, sweet tone. You couldn’t help but glance at him, your heart tugging a little tighter in your chest.
Once you stepped outside, the night air was cooler as you stood in the parking lot, scanning the rows of cars.
“I was supposed to go with Garcia,” you said, eyes narrowing as you spotted her leaning against Morgan’s car, deep in conversation. She was laughing and wiping what looked like the remnants of happy tears from her cheeks while Morgan nodded along.
You sighed, a half-smile tugging at your lips. “Oh, this is going to take ages.”
Spencer followed your gaze, and before he could stop himself—before his brain had even caught up with his mouth—he blurted, “You can stay at my place.”
You turned your head to look at him, brows raised, mildly surprised—but not in a bad way. You studied him, the way his eyes flicked nervously to yours, his hands suddenly unsure of what to do.
“If it’s no bother,” you said after a second, your voice quiet, cautious.
He let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, then smiled softly. “Wouldn’t have asked if it was.”
“Okay,” you said, the single word sounding warmer than it should’ve, like you’d just agreed to something far bigger than a ride or a place to sleep.
He led you toward his car, once you said goodbye to Garcia.
When he opened the passenger door for you, you chuckled under your breath and murmured, “Thanks,” as you carefully lifted your dress to settle into the seat.
He closed the door gently, walked around to his side, and slid into the driver’s seat.
As the car pulled out of the lot , you glanced at him. “Please tell me you finally organized your books.”
Spencer’s fingers tightened slightly on the steering wheel, a small, guilty smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
You raised an eyebrow. “Spencer…”
The last time you’d been at his place—two weeks ago, for a movie night that never quite turned into watching the movie—you had spent half the time side-eyeing the precarious towers of books that had taken over the corners of his living room. Some were stacked by topic, others by spine color, some in what he’d dramatically called “priority order,” whatever that meant.
It had visually hurt you to look at.
You’d tried to ignore it, truly, curling up on his couch with a bowl of popcorn while he enthusiastically explained the plot of the old sci-fi movie you were watching. But eventually, your resolve had crumbled. You’d stood up mid-movie and started reorganizing by author name before he practically dragged you back to the couch.
“They have a purpose there!” he’d insisted back then, exasperated but laughing.
Now, as he turned the steering wheel with that exact same half-smile, he stayed silent just a little too long.
“Oh no. Spencer,” you dragged out his name dramatically, narrowing your eyes.
“What?” he asked, biting back a laugh.
“You didn’t organize them, did you?”
“I thought about it,” he offered carefully, glancing sideways at you.
You let your head fall back against the seat with a groan. “You had days.”
“I made peace with the system,” he said defensively, but his eyes were sparkling. “Besides… you seemed so passionate about it last time, I figured I’d leave it. Just in case you wanted to come back and finish the job.”
You turned to him slowly, giving him the most unimpressed look you could muster. “So this is your evil plan. Lure me in with tea and nerdy trivia and force me to organize your chaos.”
“It’s not chaos,” he replied, almost too quickly. “It’s a carefully designed non-linear categorization system.”
“That sounds like chaos with extra steps.”
Spencer chuckled softly, shaking his head as he turned onto his street. “You really can’t help yourself, can you?”
“Not when it comes to books stacked in a way that defies gravity, no.”
As Spencer pulled into his usual spot and parked the car, he was already unbuckling before you’d even touched the door handle. You opened your mouth to protest, but sure enough, he was already walking around to your side.
“Spencer,” you said, exasperated but smiling. “I do know how to get out of a car.”
He shrugged, a small grin tugging at his lips as he offered his hand to you anyway. “I know. But I like helping.”
You rolled your eyes playfully but took his hand. His fingers wrapped around yours—soft, warm.
The two of you walked up to his apartment, still chitchatting, your voices quiet as you relived little moments from the wedding—the way Rossi had gotten uncharacteristically sentimental in his toast, Garcia’s happy tears, how Morgan tried to dip everyone he danced with, including Strauss.
Spencer took your jacket like he always did, carefully hanging it near the door. You smiled to yourself, slipping out of your heels and placing them neatly beside his.
You remembered the first time you’d noticed it—how, without ever saying a word, he’d straighten your shoes after you entered his apartment. It was such a small thing, but it stuck with you. You never forgot it. Since then, you just… did it yourself. Because you knew he appreciated it, even if he never asked.
“I can’t feel my feet,” you mumbled, flexing your toes as you stepped onto the soft rug.
“I mean, you did dance with almost everyone,” Spencer said, heading toward the living room.
You followed him, chuckling under your breath. “Yeah. You’re right.”
The two of you dropped onto the couch like you’d been holding yourselves up all night. You let out a breath as you pulled your legs up, curling them under you, relieved to not be standing anymore. The soft cushions beneath you felt like heaven after a long night in heels.
A comfortable silence settled between you.
You yawned quietly, blinking slow, then tilted your head toward him. He was sitting on the other end of the couch, bow loosened, jacket gone, his posture a little slouched now that he could finally relax.
“But you know?” you murmured.
He turned his head to you, eyes soft in the low light of the room.
“You were my favorite dance partner,” you said, a sleepy smile curling at your lips.
He blinked, and for a second, you swore he forgot how to breathe. His mouth parted slightly, like he wanted to say something but didn’t know how to say it. Instead, he just… smiled. That quiet, lopsided smile that he only ever gave you.
“I’m glad,” he said after a moment. “You were mine too.”
You let your head lean back against the cushion, the warmth of his words lingering in your chest. And for a few minutes, you just sat like that.
That’s when the books suddenly sprang back into your mind.
Spencer had his eyes closed, head tilted slightly against the couch cushion, looking far too peaceful for someone with three towers of books leaning at precarious angles in his living room. You shifted just slightly, straightening up with purpose.
Without opening his eyes, Spencer spoke, his voice low and drowsy. “Do it tomorrow.”
You paused, caught red-handed by someone who hadn’t even been looking at you.
“I didn’t even say anything yet,” you said with a small laugh.
“You didn’t have to. I could feel your brain making a plan.”
You turned your head toward him, raising an eyebrow. “So… you’re officially letting me do it?”
He peeked one eye open to meet your gaze, then gave you a small, resigned smile. “Sure.”
You grinned, and Spencer swore—for just a second—that if he could see you smile like that one more time, he’d even let you organize his meticulously alphabetized first-edition classics in any way you wanted. And that was saying something.
There was a brief silence.
You stared at each other for a moment—too long, probably—but neither of you looked away.
Then his eyes flicked downward, catching on the folds of your dress. And before he could think better of it, before his brain could slow his mouth down, he spoke.
“You looked beautiful tonight.”
The words fell out like a confession.
His eyes went wide the moment he realized he’d said them, and color shot up his neck so fast a cheetah would've had a hard time catching it.
You blinked, startled—but the surprise quickly melted into something softer. Warmer.
“Thank you, Spencer,” you said, smiling at him in that slow, full way that made his heart feel like it was folding in on itself. “You didn’t look so bad yourself.”
He let out a small, nervous laugh, his fingers fidgeting with the cuff of his sleeve. “I, uh… tried. Morgan said I clean up okay.”
“Well, Morgan’s right,” you said, tilting your head slightly, still watching him with that smile that made it hard for Spencer to remember what breathing was supposed to feel like.
Spencer smiled softly at the compliment, his fingers still absently tracing the edge of his sleeve.
“You know,” he began, voice low, almost hesitant, “I spent most of the night trying to figure out how to ask you to dance.”
The admission slipped out before he could stop it, and his eyes flickered up to yours, wide with surprise at his own honesty.
You blinked, your breath catching just a little. “You didn’t have to figure it out,” you murmured, leaning ever so slightly closer. “You could’ve just asked.”
“I wanted it to be perfect.” He laughed, a quiet, self-conscious sound. “Which is ridiculous, because it’s me. Perfect isn’t really in my skill set.”
“Spencer.” You reached out without thinking, your fingers brushing against his wrist, stilling his fidgeting. “It was perfect.”
His pulse jumped under your touch.
For a moment, he just stared at you, lips parted, as if he was trying to memorize the way you looked right then—soft and glowing in the dim light of his apartment, your dress rumpled from dancing, your smile so fond it made his chest ache.
Then, in a rush of breath, the words tumbled out:
“I think I’m in love with you.”
Silence.
His brain screeched to a halt. Oh god. Oh no. That wasn’t—he hadn’t meant to say it like that. Not here, not now, not—
But you weren’t pulling away. You weren’t even breathing.
Your fingers tightened around his wrist, just barely, and your voice came out whisper-soft. “You… think?”
Spencer swallowed hard. There was no taking it back now.
“No,” he corrected, voice rough. “I know. I’ve known for a while.”
The confession hung between you, fragile and terrifying and real.
"You have?" you asked, practically breathless.
Spencer looked at you before his gaze dropped to his hands, suddenly nervous. His fingers twitched against yours like he wanted to pull away but couldn't bring himself to break contact.
"Yeah," he whispered. Then, with a shaky exhale: "It was... it was that night after the Harris case. When you stayed."
Your breath hitched. You remembered.
Three months ago. Spencer's apartment, 2 AM. Both of you still in crinkled shirts, too wired to sleep. You'd made terrible coffee in his tiny kitchen, hands trembling around the mugs, and when you'd finally sat beside him on the couch—when he'd started talking about the case in that broken voice—you hadn't thought. You'd just reached for him. Held him while his shoulders shook. And when he'd finally gone still, forehead pressed against your collarbone, neither of you had moved for hours.
"You let me fall apart," Spencer continued, voice cracking. "And then you put me back together like it was nothing."
Tears pricked at your eyes. "Spencer—"
"And before that," he rushed on, "when you memorized my coffee order after one try. Even when you keep trying to rearrange my books. When you defended my 'weird facts' to Morgan. When you—" His laugh was wet, uneven. "When you started leaving your favorite books annotated on my desk so I'd have to read them. As if I wouldn't have read anything you handed me."
A tear slipped down your cheek. You didn't wipe it away.
"You noticed that?"
"I notice everything about you." His thumb brushed your knuckles, feather-light. "The way you hum when you're concentrating. How you always steal my pens but never the blue ones because you know I prefer those. That little frown you get when—"
You kissed him.
It wasn't graceful. Your nose bumped his, your lashes still wet, your hands clutching his shirt like you were afraid he might disappear. He made a soft, broken noise against your lips when his fingers curled into your hair. His thumbs brushed the corners of your mouth as he kissed you back.
You pulled back just enough to whisper, "I love you too."
Spencer's breath shuddered out. He pressed his forehead to yours, eyes squeezed shut like he was trying not to cry. "Say it again?"
You laughed through your tears. "I love you, Spencer Reid. Every brilliant, ridiculous, beautiful part of you."
His arms wrapped around you, tight enough to bruise, and when he buried his face in your neck, you felt the damp warmth of his tears against your skin.
"Took you long enough," you teased weakly, running your fingers through his hair.
He huffed a laugh against your shoulder. "Says the woman who reorganized my bookshelves instead of just telling me."
"That was a declaration and you know it."
Spencer pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes red-rimmed but brighter than you'd ever seen them. "Well," he murmured, brushing a tear from your cheek with his thumb, "this is better."
And when he kissed you this time, there were no almosts. No maybes.
Just this—his hands in your hair, your laughter against his lips, and a lifetime of quiet, perfect moments waiting to unfold.
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I just had an idea what if this was a demon twins au where Danny runs away and everyone thinks he's dead but Danny is like the better twin but he loved Damian very much and Ra's was using this to make Danny obey his orders and the twins were super close and they had a really good relationship and Danny overhears Ra's talking about the battle to death between the twins and he decides he gonna let Damian be the heir and he finds the perfect opportunity to disappear when he's in a mission and the was an explosion and Danny is found by jazz somewhere in Chicago and decides this is her lil bro I'm thinking and everything continues as it was but Danny's parents accept him and like they send him with his sister to GU (BC she into psychology) so the GW wouldn't find him and he ends up moving schools there (and if you want add Danielle we're calling he Ellie BCS better BC why not is gonna be fun) and fast forward to 2 months in Gotham and somehow the bats don't realise there's other demon brat here and like things happen and both are into the same freaking thing like I'm talking about Danny joins art class bc he thinks Damien would do that and Damien learns more about space and science bc he thinks Danny would do that and like they both have the same clothing style? (Idk I think Danny would ware this clothes ) and like idk one of the bats come across Danny is wearing these clothes or something similar to what Damien had yesterday or a day before that and... BUT What if Bruce or Alfred was the one who finds out about Danny and like they think is a clone or something bc Damian didn't tell the truth about Danny bc shame/grief or guiltyness OR bc he saw the way Bruce talked about Jason when they thought he was dead? And imagine them confronting and Damian recognise Danny immediately and breaks down crying bc kid wasn't allowed to grief and if he was he was only alone at night in his bedroom because Ra's though Danny was a disgrace to the Al Gaul family and the bats finding out the whole story from Damian s perspectiv and like Danny's just living his life till F!KING BATMAN and robin (who kinda look like him or his twin but he ain't judging) breaks his freaking window and Ellie is laughing in the background bc batman is calling him son and wants him to go with him home (batsy is kidnapping kids from their homes (; ) and like jazz is coming home only to find this f!king furry bat cosplay dude (I'm scared to swear) want to kidnap her lil siblings and they start arguing and the bats weren't expecting to a redhead Young woman to be ready to fight batman and like robin trys to talk to Danny but his lil sister just doesn't allow him to speak and robin take off his mask and it shows Damian and everyone rameins silent Ellie is stunned thinking is other clone jazz knowing damn well thats Danny's twin bc sword and Danny's eyes well up just enough to make his eyes glossy and but he keeps a straight face and tells him to leave (he thinks Damian is still with the league of assassins) and Damian is heartbroken but HE ATTEMPTS to leaves but red hood quite literally lifts Danny up his shoulder and runs to the batcave with red robin giving instructions to what do to next and idk how but jazz and Ellie are coming along so yeyy (I know is bad but I barely had 20 hours of sleep in 3 days and I can't do basic math or spell something)

Lil Wayne here!!
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