#I drew this almost as soon as i saw that picture last week

[phoenxwright]

that one picture from that one photoshoot

[anticomedygarden]

Percabeth hurt/comfort post Tartarus ptsd?

Basic I know but you can't go wrong torturing some comfort characters 😂

one of my favorite pjo tropes! so so true, thanks for the prompt. (you're my first ever prompter! bit of a landmark for me :) )

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Staring deeply into his blue comforter like it held the secrets of the world, Annabeth didn't need to be a child of Athena to know that her boyfriend wasn't really there with her. It wasn't the first time one of them had found the other like this, and it probably wouldn't be the last.

He wasn't making noise or moving, actually not doing anything at all, which led her to believe that he wasn't having a panic attack or a flashback. Dissociation then.

After a lot of trial and error following the titan war, they'd figured out touch - especially involving water - helped ground him the best, so she didn't bother with trying to talk to him, not knowing how far gone he was yet. Instead she got some ice out of the water bottle on his nightstand, happening to glance at the few pictures she'd been able to bring for him to Camp Jupiter. Sally, Grover, Tyson, Thalia, the Stolls, Clarisse, and a few other campers smiled back at her.

If she'd known they were going to fall into Tartarus, she'd have packed a few more.

Turning away from the photos with a sigh, she sat down cross-legged on his bed and winced when the mattress bouncing got no reaction from him, so she gently picked up his arm in the hand not holding the ice and starting rubbing it up and down his tan forearm.

"Percy?" she murmured. "I'm gonna count backward from 100, okay?"

Predictably, he didn't answer, but she started her countdown anyway, studying his form for any changes. His jet black hair was falling into his down cast eyes, low enough that she couldn't see his seagreen irises. His pants were creased where his elbows rested on them, and she realized he was wearing the same thing as he was when his watch ended an hour ago. It hurt to know that he could've been like this for so long and she had no idea, but there wasn't anything she could do, not without leaving the ship vulnerable.

Then - movement. His hand twitched; she didn't dare stop, though, not wanting to risk backslide, just kept on counting and rubbing the ice up and down his arm.

A few minutes later, he pulled in a sharp breath and sagged a bit so that the only thing Annabeth could see was the top of his head. She'd lost count of how many times she'd made it to a hundred and back at this point.

"Percy? Are you with me?" He waited a bit and nodded minutely. "Can you try and breathe with me?"

She drew in an exaggerated breath slowly and let it out even slower. He didn't join her, so she tried again. This time, he managed a shaky, slow breath that almost aligned with hers.

After a few minutes passed and he seemed to be more present, she put the ice down on the nightstand, and he sagged even more, head landing on her shoulder like his strings had been cut.

She ran her fingers through his thick curls, illiciting a sigh from him. "Hey, baby."

His breath hitched, and she was afraid for a moment he'd start panicking, but she soon felt her shoulder grow wet.

"We're together," she whispered, hoping his words from so many (weeks? days?) ago would bring him some comfort.

They were still the most important words in the world to her.

At some point, his hands must have unclenched because she felt his nails softly scrape her thigh. "How long was I gone?"

"I don't know," she said honestly. "At least 15 minutes, an hour at most."

"Damn."

Sadly, he pushed himself off of her shoulder, leaving it cold and salty. "What's the last thing you remember?"

He looked off into the distance, thinking. "I remember sitting on the bed to get to ready to shower, and nothing else."

Her heart clenched as that meant he must have been gone closer to an bour. Do you have any idea what triggered you?"

"Uh...I think maybe when I looked across the hall and saw your empty bed..." He trailed off, and she nodded.

"I'll keep the door closed from now on," she promised. It wouldn't be any kind of major change since she never slept in that room anyway. The only reason it had been open was because of habit from Coach Hedge.

Now that Percy was present and they were both calmer, they started getting ready to shower, not wanting to be without the other. (Only shower. Neither of them were ready for more at the moment.) It wasn't long before they were climbing into bed together, both considerably more refreshed but exhausted from a long day on the Argo II.

It had to get better at some point. It just had to.

[pinievsev]

Hii 🥹🥹 it’s my first time asking for a junghoon ( xikers ) story!! Can you please do one!! I would love if the story vibes was a ( school but stranger at first , child hood friends to lovers ) vibes!! I BEGAN FOR THIS PLS🥹🥹🥹🥹💗💗💗💗💗💗

WINDOW

Xikers junghoon x gn!reader

Warnings: pretty short? Crying I guess?

Genre: fluff with some crying.

Enjoy!

(back in middle school)

You shook as you entered the school bus, your old school had shut down which meant moving away and having to go to a new one. You slowly walked all the way to the back, looking down.

You sat next to the window, it was foggy because of the cold so you decided to reach up and draw a small cat on it with your finger. You loved drawing cats and you loved drawing them on windows.

"Cute" you jumped when you heard a voice behind you say. You turned to see a boy about your age, he had short dark hair and the cutest cheeks ever (don't be weird you lot).

"Oh- thanks!" You said smiling at him. He extended his small hand "I'm junghoon, I'm new here". Your eyes immediately lit up as you took his hand in yours to shake.

"I'm y/n" (I hate using that.) " I'm new here too!" You said excited. The boys smile widened, mirroring your own. "We should be friends then." He declared and you agreed.

From then on you and junghoon were inseparable you'd stay together almost all the time at school, you'd go over to eachother's houses every day and have sleepovers every weekend. Until, well. He had to go.

(In highschool)

"What do you mean you're leaving?" You asked him. It was 11pm and you could hear shuffling from the other side of the phone "I have to leave for college, my mum doesn't think the one here is suitable for me." He said, he sounded sad. But it was true, you lived in a small town. He wouldn't have many opportunities here. "But, we still have 4 years until college..." You sniffled "I know. Now open up" he said followed by a knock on your window.

You looked up from your bed to see junghoon outside your window, shaking like a leaf. You rushed to open it up and help him inside before shutting it. "Holy it's so cold." He complained under his breath. You simply stared at him waiting for an explanation. "Right. I know we still have 4 years until college, but my mum wants to be sure I can go to this exact one. I tried to talk to her but she already booked our flight. Tomorrow at 8am."

"8am..?" He nodded "I have to be at school by then" you muttered. "I know that's why I'm here silly" he laughed and opened his arms for you. You hugged him immediately. You did have other friends, 2 to be exact but. He was your best friend.

"I'll miss you" you muttered "me too. I'll come back tho, I promise" you nodded and looked at the clock 12:30pm "it's late" he followed your gaze with his own "I have to go." He said letting go and walking towards your window. You gave him one last hug before he was out and you closed the window. Before you turned around you saw him drawing something on the window, a cat. As soon as he finished his drawing he ran off.

You smiled at it, reaching for your phone to take a picture of it.

(2nd year of college)

So, you had finished your first year of college in your hometown, but your mum decided it wasn't good enough for you (reminds me of someone) and send you to Seoul at the start of the summer, so you get used to it.

You had your own apartment pretty close to campus and you had already met with the principal and discussed everything.

On another note, it's been 5 years since you last saw junghoon, but you hadn't forgotten about him. You had a picture of the both of you on your night stand as well as the picture you took of the cat he drew on your window.

(Tiny time skip)

Currently, you were walking to campus. It's been a week since the semester started and you've been seeing this one guy around a lot but he always had his back turned for some reason, he seemed to have a lot of friends tho, since he was always surrounded by people.

You made your way to your friend sitting on a bench, you had met her in your first class of the year and she was pretty cool. You sat down next to her and tapped her shoulder "can I ask you something?"

"Sure, go ahead" she replied turning to look at you "who's that?" You pointed at the boy across the yard, his back turned once again. "That? That's junghoon, he's pretty popular I'm surprised you didn't know" your eyes went wide as you shook your head "thanks." It can't be him can it? What if it is? Maybe he'd forgotten about you ?! You panicked.

You shot up from your seat as the bell rang, heading to your first class. It was cold outside, just like the day you met and the day you lost junghoon. Ironic. You sat next to the window, reaching up and drawing a cat on it out of boredom. You turned to your notebook to note down what was on the board then turned back to the window, only to see someone had drawn the exact same one on the window across campus.

You used your hand to wipe away the fog, hoping to see who it was. Could it really be? You watched as the other person wiped their own window clean of the fog, and there he was staring back at you.

Your eyes widened and so did his, you waved and he smiled at you, none of you were yet too sure, he reached up to the part of the window that he hadn't wiped and quickly wrote "outside, after school". You only wrote back an "ok" and turned to pay attention. Hoping the day would end sooner.

Once it was over you walked over to a bench in the yard, you had told your friend you'd stay back for a bit and luckily she didn't question you.

5 minutes passed and you saw someone exiting the school. He looked straight at you and immediately all your doubts were gone, the same dark hair, the same adorable cheeks.

He stared at your for a few seconds before straight up sprinting towards you. You stood up and caught both him and you as he collided with you, making you stumble.

"Please tell me it's you" he sounded hopeful "only if you tell me it's you too" you replied. You felt him hug you tighter and you chuckled. Pulling his face from your neck to look at him better "what do you think? Is it me?" You asked and you saw his eyes scanning your face, you saw the tears form In them and the way his his breath hitched.

"It is." He declared surely after a few seconds. You nodded and went to hug him but to your surprise he had other things in mind.

He caught your lips with his. To say you expected it would be a lie. However, you weren't complaining about it. You reciprocated the gesture and after a few more seconds he pulled away.

You were both now crying. He only looked at you questioningly and you nodded back, none of you trusting your own voices at the moment.

You stood there unsure of what to do. Until you cleared your throat and spoke up "so.. we have 5 years worth of things to talk about. Where to?" He smiled and pecked your lips before grabbing your hand "I know a good ramen place nearby" was all he said before pulling you along.

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A/N

okay I actually had fun writing this and tysm for the request!

( TAGLIST: @junghoonateezzanti, @mashiluvs , @radiancewrite , @ujihemmo , @och405o , @xuxibelle , @miss-cassie, @cam-phoria-stay , @laskyy )

[yansouleater]

Trust in what you know

Yandere oc x reader

You’ve known him all your life, so why wouldn’t you trust him, Eli had stayed with you through all the hard times, like when you where in kindergarten and a kid took your drawing and tripped it up, Eli kicked sand in his face and drew you another picture, oh and the time you where in middle school when a boy asked you out as a joke, Eli was the one to beat him up (what you didn’t know was that Eli ki!!ed him afterwards with the help of someone that you’ll find out later), or that time when you missed the bus and would’ve been late for your exams in high school, Eli was the one to drive over to your place(going 60 in a 25) to get you to school.

So when Isaiah your current boyfriend, tells you that your relationship with Eli is “weird” you were obviously confused, like why? Was your boyfriend jealous of Eli, cause and that made no sense whatsoever considering that you only saw Eli as your best friend nothing more, I mean yeah at first glance one might think that Eli was your boyfriend because it’s not uncommon for you guys to kiss each other’s cheeks or foreheads, but that’s just how you greet one another because Eli is OBSESSED with France and just LOVES their culture, and sure you basically live with Eli because your always at his place but that’s just because he makes the BEST food and has this gigantic t.v in his living room that has all of your favorite shows and subscriptions, and technically Eli was you “first” but that was only because you wanted to have experience once you found the one.

You really did love Isaiah, you’ve been dating him for almost a year but this relationship was looking to much like the last, he was acting just like Ben your ex, all jealous and possessive, Eli warned you about Ben even before you started to date him saying “he’s no good sweetheart, he’ll break your heart…I don’t want to see you cry over a boy like him” but you didn’t listen and that was the worst decision of your life, because soon after you got with Ben he told you lies about Eli, trying to separate you guys by saying how stupid you where for not seeing the way Eli was practically drooling over you, how every time you kissed his cheek as a greeting he’d get rock hard, or whatever he hugged you his hands would travel ever so slightly, oh and your favorite lie was when he told you the Eli was jacking off to a picture of you holding your underwear.

After Ben told you that last lie you were done, you couldn’t listen to anymore of Ben’s horrendous lies, making Eli out to be a pervert that was obsessed with you.

And now, Isaiah is going down the same path as Ben had, and it’s only getting worse because Eli is saying the Isaiah gives him dirty looks and spreading rumors about him,

So within the next few weeks you try and get the courage to break up Isaiah, but what you do t understand is that Isaiah is just like Eli, Isaiah has done bad things in the name of “love”

This has been sitting in my drafts for like ever may not be a second part but we’ll see how popular this gets

[a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all]

A Picture's Worth 1000 Words (Rick Flag Drabble)

Fandom: DC, The Suicide Squad, Rick Flag

Summary: It was an accident, something you were never supposed to see. However, when you borrowed Rick's notebook, you never imagined what you would find inside it.

Word Count: 950

TW: Fluff, Love Confession

Alt. POV Rewrite

Waller had been running everyone so ragged the last few weeks, was it really that surprising you had fallen asleep during the briefing? Luckily, she hadn’t seemed to notice, but Flag sure had. When you finally woke up at the conclusion of the meeting, you found half a dozen pens shoved in your hair. Glaring over at your fellow officer, he just chuckled behind his hand and shrugged. But then he smartly darted out of the meeting before you could confront him.

It took you nearly twenty minutes to finally track him down outside the cafeteria and as soon as you did, you threw the handful of pens at his head. Dodging most of them, he gave you a charming half-smile. “Hey, serves you right. You know the rules. Anyone who falls asleep durin’ a briefing is free game to mess with.”

“Yeah, but could you have been more obvious! If I hadn’t been sitting behind Nanaue, Waller would have noticed in seconds!”

Rick shrugged, “I don’t make the rules, I just follow them.”

“No, you and I did make the rules! It’s our game, you jackass.” You punched him playfully on the arm so he knows you’re not really mad. “However, to make it up to me, can I borrow your notes? I obviously missed everything she said in there.”

“Sure, but I already dropped my notebook back in my office. I can get it for you after lunch.”

“Do you mind if I just go get them now? I’m not really hungry and I want to get caught up in case Waller wants to discuss it more later.”

Rick shrugged again as he headed into the cafeteria. “Whatever works for you. It should just be layin’ on top of my desk.”

You find his notebook exactly where he said it would be. But as you began flipping through his notes, you suddenly froze. There, right in between a page listing the squad members for this mission and a page detailing the extraction plan, was a drawing. You had seen Rick doodling in his free time before (usually violent depictions of what he would like to do to Waller given the chance) but you had never seen one of his pictures like this.

The sleeping person in the drawing was you. It was obvious from the clothes and the hair, but you had never seen yourself look this beautiful before. Long eyelashes that brushed your cheeks, full lips parted just ever so slightly, neck elegantly extended to the side as your head tilted in sleep. The shading accentuated and highlighted each area to perfection, and you couldn’t take your eyes off of it. This was not just another doodle during a long meeting. This was a work of art that was filled with love and devotion. But this couldn’t be how Rick saw you….could it?

“No! Wait!” Rick suddenly burst through the door breathlessly, the remains of his tacos all over the front of his jacket. It must have finally dawned on him what else that notebook contained besides just notes. When he saw what you were looking at, he glanced back and forth between you and the book a few times before finally settling his gaze on you.

“What is this, Rick?” You asked softly as you held up the drawing.

“It’s nothing,” he muttered as he stormed over and tried to rip it from your hands.

But you dodged out of the way, clutching the notebook tight against your chest. “This isn’t nothing. This is…...I’ve never even imagined I could look like this…But-but why did you draw it? Why like that?”

“Just drop it, okay? I was bored and I just wanted to draw something. I saw you asleep and….”

“And what? Rick, why did you draw me looking so…so beautiful?”

Rick shrugged and in a low voice that was almost inaudible said, “I just drew what I saw.”

A new thought occurred to you, and you began flipping through the rest of the notebook. Rick dove at the book, trying to stop you from seeing anything else. But it was too late. Near the back of the book, you saw page after page of sketches of you. In uniform, in your covert ops gear, in your workout clothes, laughing, scowling, smirking, smiling. Each one was as detailed and as beautiful as the last.

Looking up at your partner, you whispered, “Rick?

His face had gone a deep red and his jaw was clenched as his gaze bored holes into the floor. You walked over to him, only stopping when you were practically touching. You stared at his chiseled chest for a moment, gathering your courage. Then, reaching up, you placed one hand behind his neck and pull him down to your lips.

He didn’t fight back like you expected. Instead, he surged into you, immediately lifting you up as his arms wrapped around your waist. Instinctually, you wrapped your legs around his hips as he carried you over and placed you on his desk. He tore off your jacket, exposing your thin tank top underneath. His lips left yours with a moan as he began peppering kisses across your jaw and down your throat.

However, as much as you had always dreamed of this and as much pleasure that was currently flooding your system, something still nagged at the back of your mind. “Rick, there is one thing I need to know.” He hummed in acknowledgment as he continued to trail kisses down your throat and onto your collarbone, causing your eyes to flutter with desire. “That picture you drew in the meeting today was so detailed, so beautifully sketched and shaded……How long was I asleep?”

[mingahyeon]

Let me tell you my worst nightmare.

Every single day at school, I'd see a love letter inside my locker, it would always be a pink note with hearts drew all over it. It was unexpected since I was just a person that had no special features nor did I have an interesting personality, to think to myself.

The first few notes were extremely timid, as if the person writing the love letters were still hesitating to try and connect with the person, who was me.

Sometimes they would slip in a gift inside my locker alongside the note, surprisingly there was a time where they gave me the snack that I ate all the time. Although I was bewildered by this, I decided to shrug it off for a while since I didn't want to judge the person and so on.

As weeks go on, the writings sounded more...spine-chilling.

"I hope you slept well last night, I couldn't bear seeing you sad :("

It came with a picture of me, crying. My eyes widen in fright, seeing myself and finding out that this person wasn't just having a normal crush, but an obsession.

It looked like from a point-of-view of video camera, then I suddenly remembered.

"Could it be they watched me through my webcam?"

I gulp, looking all around me catiously, my whole entire body shaking in intense fear.

I rip both the picture and the note itself, feeling tears forming on my eyes, the anxiety that I was experiencing was unexplainable.

After the whole curriculum for the day, I decided not to walk home for now, since I just found out that someone was obviously stalking me.

Before I could do so, a classmate of mine approached and offered me to walk home with them. This was the first time that someone asked me to walk with them, so I couldn't pass the opportunity.

In a while, I finally got home safely, or did I?

The next day, I once again checked my locker with the hopes of not finding another love letter inside, and to my surprise, there wasn't.

I sigh in relief, patting my chest hoping they already gave up and stopped. But god was I wrong.

I walked in my class, and everyone was gossiping about something to each other.

I sat on my desk, my eyes observing the whole class.

They were talking about someone getting murdered, and it was the person I walked with yesterday. Specifically, 9:23 pm.

My heart dropped at their words, fear growing rapidly once again.

"Were they...following us?"

The school day ends, as I was at home, laying down my bed contemplating about the messed up things that was happening to me. Many questions came up to my mind.

"How did they feel those intense emotions towards me?"

"What happened to them before that made them like this"

And especially "Please don't tell me they killed them.."

Deep in my train of thoughts, I quickly snapped out of it as soon as I received an unknown phone call.

Hesitating to answer it, I wondered for a while, thinking what would happen if I did. But to my curiosity, I ended up answering it.

"Hello?" I shakily spoke, the line was silent for a little while not until a voice came up.

"Look outside the window." The voice was extremely deep, making it sound almost unidentifiable.

Those words, I knew it was the person that was stalking me, but I didn't know them, not yet.

"No." I tried to toughen up myself and build up some courage. Sooner, I heard a sinister laugh.

"I was just joking, I'm already in front of your room." The voice sounded like it was eager, perhaps dark.

Shockingly, the door burst open, revealing the person with a black hoodie on.

"What the.." I fall to the ground, my eyes narrowing at their sight.

The person then pulls out a small knife, approaching closer to me.

"I love you so much." There was no hint of love nor care in their words, but only obsession.

They crouched near my level, a smirk forming on their lips as they saw my fearful expression.

"Very much." They laughed maniacally, as sooner their expression was full of contempt.

I felt my chest tightening, feeling the blade now touch my neck.

I shut my eyes tightly, ready to accept my fate.

[thedancingcostumeyoungadult]

Unimpressed- S.R.

Hi I’m tired and hormonal bc its That Week so here’s a little protective Husband!Spencer blurb with a bit of Dad!Spencer thrown in for good measure

Pairing: Spencer Reid/fem!BAU!Reader

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy, reader is pregnant, some gross and misogynistic comments about reader but it’s short

Word count ~700

(also can we talk about him in this picture bc mmhh)

Reid followed the officers into the precinct, his mind preoccupied with details of the case, mentally sorting and cataloging images, details, and evidence. He and Alvez had been sent to the latest crime scene first while the rest of the team went to the precinct. Just inside the door, he caught sight of you and felt some weight lift from his shoulders. He admired you through the windows of the conference room the team had set up in as you carefully taped case photos and documents onto the whiteboards. You stepped back, considering your handiwork as one of your hands came to rest on your round belly. His handiwork, he thought with a surge of pride. He was about to brush past the officers to join you when one of the men let out a low whistle. 

"I can see why someone saw fit to knock that one up." He said with a nudge of his partner's shoulder and a gesture in your direction. Spencer froze, his blood roaring in his ears and rage rising in his throat. The thought of their eyes on you made his stomach turn. People always looked at you appreciatively and usually it didn't bother him that much, not only were you perfectly capable of dealing with unwanted attention, but you never missed the opportunity to remind him that you were his. The other officer laughed. 

"Yeah man, I'd love to get a piece of tha-" Spencer fought to restrain himself from seizing them by the collars as he interrupted. 

"One more word about my wife and you'll have a very bad day." His voice was level, hard, and carried enough of a dangerous edge to make the officers freeze. They turned slowly, practically cowering as they tried to meet the FBI agent's burning gaze. He stared them down as he continued. 

"If I hear one more remark like that, towards anyone, especially her, I will make your lives a living hell." He took one slow step forward, one hand resting casually on the handle of his revolver. 

"Am I understood?" Spencer took maybe a little too much pleasure in watching the officers pale. The men nodded and practically scurried away. Taking a deep, steadying breath, Spencer continued into the conference room. You turned from the whiteboard at the sound of the door and smiled brightly as he entered. 

"There you are, we were starting to worry you'd gotten lost." He crossed the room in a few strides, desperate to be by your side. As he joined you, you turned back to the whiteboard. As soon as he touched you, his hand coming to rest on your back, the last of his anger melted from his body. 

"Sorry, the crime scene was kinda hard to find." As he spoke he drew you close, tucking you protectively against him and tenderly brushing a stray hair off of your forehead. Your brow furrowed slightly as you peered up at him.

"Are you alright?" Spencer nodded, his hand dropping to rest next to yours on your belly. 

"Yeah, I’m okay baby. I'm just a bit unimpressed with some of the locals right now, I'll tell you more later." He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your hair. As he did, he felt a flutter under his hand and what felt like a tiny foot pressed against his palm. Your face lit up and you covered his hand in yours. 

"There she is! She heard her dad and wanted to say hi!" Spencer stared down at his hand, suddenly lost for words. His daughter. Our daughter. He'd thought the words a million times, but every time he felt the baby move he was dumbfounded all over again. A giddy, almost delirious smile spread across his face as he dropped to one knee. 

"Hi back, little one."

*I feel like this is post-prison, like he’s been out for a while but he’s still so protective and he knows you can handle yourself but he gets PISSED when people disrespect you and will not stand for it*

Part 2

[a-reader-and-a-writer]

"A finding a hand-sketched photo of them on B's desk." w/ Rick Flag! - Babs

Thanks Babs! I'm not sure when a piece can no longer be called a drabble and is just considered a full fic, but here you go!

POV Rewrite: A Hand-Sketched Photo (Alternate POV)

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Waller had been running everyone so ragged the last few weeks, was it really that surprising you had fallen asleep during the briefing? Luckily, she hadn’t seemed to notice, but Flag sure had. When you finally woke up at the conclusion of the meeting, you found half a dozen pens shoved in your hair. Glaring over at your fellow officer, he just chuckled behind his hand and shrugged. But then he smartly darted out of the meeting before you could confront him.

It took you nearly twenty minutes to finally track him down outside the cafeteria and as soon as you did, you threw the handful of pens at his head. Dodging most of them, he gave you a charming half-smile. “Hey, serves you right. You know the rules. Anyone who falls asleep durin’ a briefing is free game to mess with.”

“Yeah, but could you have been more obvious! If I hadn’t been sitting behind Nanaue, Waller would have noticed in seconds!”

Rick shrugged, “I don’t make the rules, I just follow them.”

“No, you and I did make the rules! It’s our game, you jackass.” You punched him playfully on the arm so he knows you’re not really mad. “However, to make it up to me, can I borrow your notes? I obviously missed everything she said in there.”

“Sure, but I already dropped my notebook back in my office. I can get it for you after lunch.”

“Do you mind if I just go get them now? I’m not really hungry and I want to get caught up in case Waller wants to discuss it more later.”

Rick shrugged again as he headed into the cafeteria. “Whatever works for you. It should just be layin’ on top of my desk.”

You find his notebook exactly where he said it would be. But as you began flipping through his notes, you suddenly froze. There, right in between a page listing the squad members for this mission and a page detailing the extraction plan, was a drawing. You had seen Rick doodling in his free time before (usually violent depictions of what he would like to do to Waller given the chance) but you had never seen one of his pictures like this.

The sleeping person in the drawing was you. It was obvious from the clothes and the hair, but you had never seen yourself look this beautiful before. Long eyelashes that brushed your cheeks, full lips parted just ever so slightly, neck elegantly extended to the side as your head tilted in sleep. The shading accentuated and highlighted each area to perfection, and you couldn’t take your eyes off of it. This was not just another doodle during a long meeting. This was a work of art that was filled with love and devotion. But this couldn’t be how Rick saw you….could it?

“No! Wait!” Rick suddenly burst through the door breathlessly, the remains of his tacos all over the front of his jacket. It must have finally dawned on him what else that notebook contained besides just notes. When he saw what you were looking at, he glanced back and forth between you and the book a few times before finally settling his gaze on you.

“What is this, Rick?” You asked softly as you held up the drawing.

“It’s nothing,” he muttered as he stormed over and tried to rip it from your hands.

But you dodged out of the way, clutching the notebook tight against your chest. “This isn’t nothing. This is…...I’ve never even imagined I could look like this…But-but why did you draw it? Why like that?”

“Just drop it, okay? I was bored and I just wanted to draw something. I saw you asleep and….”

“And what? Rick, why did you draw me looking so…so beautiful?”

Rick shrugged and in a low voice that was almost inaudible said, “I just drew what I saw.”

A new thought occurred to you, and you began flipping through the rest of the notebook. Rick dove at the book, trying to stop you from seeing anything else. But it was too late. Near the back of the book, you saw page after page of sketches of you. In uniform, in your covert ops gear, in your workout clothes, laughing, scowling, smirking, smiling. Each one was as detailed and as beautiful as the last.

Looking up at your partner, you whispered, “Rick?

His face had gone a deep red and his jaw was clenched as his gaze bored holes into the floor. You walked over to him, only stopping when you were practically touching. You stared at his chiseled chest for a moment, gathering your courage. Then, reaching up, you placed one hand behind his neck and pull him down to your lips.

He didn’t fight back like you expected. Instead, he surged into you, immediately lifting you up as his arms wrapped around your waist. Instinctually, you wrapped your legs around his hips as he carried you over and placed you on his desk. He tore off your jacket, exposing your thin tank top underneath. His lips left yours with a moan as he began peppering kisses across your jaw and down your throat.

However, as much as you had always dreamed of this and as much pleasure that was currently flooding your system, something still nagged at the back of your mind. “Rick, there is one thing I need to know.” He hummed in acknowledgment as he continued to trail kisses down your throat and onto your collarbone, causing your eyes to flutter with desire. “That picture you drew in the meeting today was so detailed, so beautifully sketched and shaded……How long was I asleep?”

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[flightlessangelwings]

Take You Out Warm

Din Djarin x gn!reader

Word count: 2k

Warnings: modern au, pure fluff, first date, mutual pining, Grogu being adorable, food/coffee mention, no use of y/n

Notes: Written in collaboration with @nintendolover13​’s art (below, link to her post in the taglist reblog too for larger images) for @lilhawkeye3​’s Tinder au event from our group chat! This serves as a one shot, but I do have a vague idea to expand more on this story too if there is interest there 👀  

As always, my blog is 18+ so minors please don’t interact even if this fic is it explicit. Feel free to also follow my update blog and turn on post notifs to stay up to date on when I post @flightlessangelwings-updates​ 

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Nerves ran through your body as you sat in the little café dressed in your favorite outfit. You fiddled with the cup of coffee in your hands as you stared down at the table while your mind ran a mile a minute. This was the last situation you thought you’d be in, but after a string of bad blind dates, you decided to download Tinder. You weren’t even looking for anything serious, and you dismissed most of the profiles right away. But, there was one that caught your eye.

It was completely different from anyone else you saw, and it wasn’t just because none of his photos showed his face at all. There was hardly anything to his profile, but almost all of the photos included a little child in them. Even his main profile picture was one that the kid obviously drew of the two of them, and it made you like his profile without hesitation. 

To your surprise, you soon got a message later that day that he liked you too and it was a match. Your breath caught in your chest as your hands shook while you typed a message out to this mystery man. Even without knowing what he looked like, or even what his name was, you found yourself nervous to talk to him and something in your head really wanted this to go well. Little did you know, your feelings were echoed on the other end of the phone.

After you and Mando- as he introduced himself as- talked for some time, he asked you to meet in person. Your thoughts ran a mile a minute, and although you were nervous, you couldn’t tear yourself away from this man. For reasons you couldn’t explain, you felt like you would be safe with him, and you wanted more than anything to take a chance on him.

Before you overthought yourself too much, your name in a soft voice called your attention. Your eyes followed the sound of the surprisingly smooth voice until you saw a hooded figure before you. His entire face was covered, but in his arms, he held a little toddler dressed in a green and tan hoodie and you couldn’t help the thought that this was the cutest child you had ever seen in your life.

“Mando?” you asked as you stood up.

Through the hood, you saw the way he nodded once in a wordless answer.

A fresh wave of nerves crashed through you, but you shook it off and turned your attention to the child in his arms, “And who is this little cutie?”

Mando paused again before he answered, “Grogu,” he said shortly but softly. When you furrowed your brows at the name, he clarified, “It’s a nickname.”

You decided not to ask more just yet and changed the subject, “Want to sit?” you offered. You knew from his profile how much the little one meant to him, and you didn’t want to be too invasive with questions on a first date. For now, you just wanted to get to know your mystery date and his little son.

Without a word, he sat down next to you and placed the kid in a little booster seat. Both of you stared at him for a few moments, both of you unsure of what to say next. You had texted him for weeks, and although he didn’t tell you much about himself, you felt like you knew him still. In a way, the silence was comforting and you enjoyed the chance to just be in his presence.

“So…” you started, “I’ve never actually done this before.”

Mando leaned towards you as if he was intrigued, “Me either.”

You leaned forward as you mirrored his action and you felt his gaze on you even if you couldn’t see his eyes. The two of you stayed locked in place for a few moments until you finally broke into a smile, “Well, to new adventures then,” you lifted your cup of coffee in a cheer and he nodded in agreement.

The two of you sat in a comfortable silence for several minutes as the toddler babbled to himself. “So,” you broke the silence first, “What does a man who hides his face and has a kid do for a living?” you asked out of curiosity. In the times you had texted Mando, the subject of jobs somehow never came up, and you found yourself wanting to know more about him as he sat across from you.

He was quiet for several moments as if he considered his words before he spoke them. Mando wasn’t about to tell a first date that he was actually a bounty hunter. Not only was that a high risk profession, but he preferred to keep a low profile about it. Mando had come into it with his very specific set of skills, and he was the best at what he did, but he also did not want to be associated with who he worked for: law enforcement and him weren’t exactly on the same page. Plus, as he looked into your eyes, Mando felt a sudden urge to keep you protected, much like how he felt when he met Grogu for the first time.

“Independent contractor,” was what he answered with. 

You raised your brows in an invitation for him to clarify, but when he stayed quiet, you decided to leave it alone. Deciding not to push the subject, you told him what you did for a living. Mando was a good listener, and though you didn’t see his face, his body language was easy for you to read. You could tell even through the hood that he attentively listened to you and he seemed genuinely interested in you. It was a nice feeling, and you couldn’t help but feel safe and at ease around him.

As you took a sip of your coffee, Grogu babbled and reached for your cup with grabby hands. Your eyes landed on his little figure as you smiled down at him, “This is coffee, buddy,” you told him in a light tone.

He cooed again as he tried his best to reach the cup in your hand, and Mando watched the interaction in curious silence.

“It’s not for little ones,” you insisted as you kept your tone soft, “And you won’t like it.”

Again, Grogu didn’t take no for an answer and he let out another cry as his palms opened and closed rapidly. Mando let out a deep sigh.

“Ok, how about I let you smell it and see if you like that?” you asked the child as you took the lid off and held it closer to his face.

Grogu leaned in and took a deep breath as he inhaled the scent. His face was bright and chipper until the whiff of the coffee went into his nostrils, and he immediately scrunched his face in disgust as he tried to push the cup away from him. You burst into laughter, and Mando couldn’t help the soft chuckle that escaped his throat too. It had been such a long time since he laughed with anyone other than the child, and Mando had to admit to himself it felt good. Perhaps he made the right decision when he took the chance on you, and his heart swelled in his chest as he watched how good you were with Grogu.

You, however, remained blissfully unaware of his inner conundrum.

“I told you you wouldn’t like it, buddy,” you chastised him playfully, “But, if it’s ok with your dad, how about I get you a hot chocolate?” You looked at your date with the wordless question in your eyes.

“Yeah, it’s ok,” he told you in a soft tone as he reached for his wallet.

“No, let me, please,” you insisted, “Do you want anything?” you asked Mando.

“Nothing for me,” he replied.

You paused for a moment, but didn’t comment before you stood up and made your way to the counter.

Mando watched you with a fond expression behind his hidden face as he felt something he hadn’t felt in a very long time. This was new for sure, but he already had a feeling that there was something between the two of you, especially with how warm you were to Grogu. A coo shook Din from his thoughts as he turned to the child and tilted his head, “What do you think, kid?” he asked.

Grogu grinned widely and let out an enthusiastic, “Ba!”

He couldn’t help the low rumble of laughter, “I think so too,” Mando reached out and gently brushed Grogu’s cheek affectionately.

You turned from the counter just in time to watch the brief but sweet interaction between your date and his kid, and your heart fluttered in your chest. You waited until the moment passed to not interrupt before you made your way back and set the cup of hot chocolate down in front of the child, “Be careful, it’s hot.” You glanced at Mando to make sure he was ok with how you interacted with his kid.

The look on your face awakened something within him, but Mando kept his cool. He gave you a nod as he let himself relax. “He’s alright,” Mando said to you, “Thank you.”

You felt butterflies in your stomach at the sincereness in just those few words and you gave him a sweet smile, “My pleasure,” you paused for a moment before you grinned and added, “I guess you’re taking me out warm.”

Mando tilted his head to the side and you read that as a look of confusion.

“Your little tagline on your profile,” you clarified, “‘I can take you out warm, or I can take you out cold.’”

For the second time since he walked into the cafe, Mando laughed.

The tagline wasn’t even his idea, but he didn’t bother to change it. His entire Tinder profile was all Greef Karga’s fault in fact. Mando rolled his eyes under the hood as Karga’s words echoed in his head, “Come on Mando, all you do is work. You need to let loose once in a while. Come on, I’ll get you hooked up with a Tinder profile. You’ll thank me one day.”

Mando let out a soft sigh as he realized that he now owed Karga a thank you.

Conversation came easier between the two of you after that, and you found that you never wanted this date to end. It was simple, but just to have the chance to sit and talk with him meant so much to you. And Mando felt the same about you. Neither of you noticed how much time passed until Grogu yawned and rubbed his eyes.

“I should get him back,” Mando said as he stood and gathered the child in his arms, “Will you be alright on your own?”

The way he was ready to look after you after just one date made your heart skip a beat and you felt heat under your skin, “I’ll be ok,” you whispered, “I had a nice time, Mando.”

He paused for several moments as Grogu slowly nodded off in his arms, “Din.”

“What?” you breathed as your eyes went wide.

“My name,” he clarified as he reached out and lightly brushed the side of your face once in an affectionate gesture, “It’s Din Djarin.” The way your face lit up made his heart pound in his chest, and he was sure the child felt it too.

“So,” you bit your lip, “I take it this went well for you too?”

Din nodded, “I’ll call you?”

“I’d like that,” you replied softly with a bright smile.

With the promise of more, Din turned and left the coffee shop with his kid in his arms. You watched them leave with bated breath as you already looked forward to your next date. Little did you know what Din mumbled to the kid that he felt the same way too. 

[jedifarmerr]

When Javier Met... (Series)

Pairing: Javier x F!Reader/OFC (no y/n or physical description)

Rating: E (18+)

Word Count: 6k

Warnings: Language, feelings, smut

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Chapter 11: For All Seasons

CD cases scraped together as Javier frantically searched for the loose sleeve of nicorette gum he saw weeks ago at the bottom of his console. A metallic glint caught his eye, and he fished out the packaging with a pinch of his fingers. 

The minty burst was… passable, but nothing really could compare to the sharp scratch of a cigarette or the therapeutic in and out that made his thoughts evaporate in a cloud of smoke. 

But, it’d have to do. No way was he showing up to Joe’s tainted in Marlboro Lights, especially when he was wearing your favorite shirt, that crimson short-sleeve you always complimented him on. 

Grabbing the present from the passenger seat, one last check of his teeth in the rearview mirror, and he was out. It was a beautiful day; the sky robin egg blue, cloudless and echoing with hardy boisterous laughs and squealing children. 

The cherry red gift bag jingled at his side as he walked up the driveway. He’d gone with something called Micro Machines, taking the suggestion from a young worker after an hour combing the aisles of Toys R Us. 

With a deep breath, Javier opened the storm door. The familiar hallway painfully reminded him of Joe’s birthday almost a year ago when you had led him down the hall. Now, he was desperately searching the pictures for a glimpse of you. 

Anytime he reflected on the past month, he thought about how torturously slow it went. Maybe it was because of the constant, silent ache that reminded him of what once was. Or maybe it was the build up to this moment - when he’d finally see you again. 

He felt his heart lurch into his throat, legs on the verge of collapse as he made his way onto the squeaky porch. 

The air was sucked from his lungs when he spotted you - standing in the far corner of the yard. It was immediate, like your presence unconsciously called out to him. You looked stunning, incandescent in the blinding afternoon sun. Your head dropped back, hand coming to rest on your belly, the signs of your genuine and infectious laugh. But - 

He couldn’t hear it. Not over the terrible children’s song blaring from the speakers, or with the toddler wailing to his mother by the bouncy house, the endless chattering around the yard. Yet, he recalled it perfectly in his mind - an engram. 

“Javi!” Joe called out with an obnoxious wave that drew too much attention. He mumbled something to the group of men in jean shorts and polo tees he was conversing with before striding over. 

Javier glanced back at you and you barely met his eyes, quickly turning away, but it was long enough for him to notice the firm press of your lips and the absence of laughter. 

It left him unsettled. 

He wanted nothing more than to run across the lawn, to apologize over and over again till you believed him. But it wasn’t the right time, too many eyes on him, too soon after his arrival. He needed to wait.

“Hey man,” Joe and his easy smile blocked you from view. “Glad you could make it. I wasn’t sure if you would, given the situation with my sis - you know.” 

Joe slapped his arm, and Javier almost tumbled over at his comment - dumbfounded. Luckily, Joe was too busy waving at arriving guests to notice. 

“Between you and me,” Joe leaned in, talking out the side of his pasted on suburban smile. “I don’t think this new guy’s gonna stick around too long. I’m not mad about it, seems too controlling for her. Also, he kinda reminds me of Ken, you know that guy never showed up to this shit either.”

Javier felt his brain rattle around his skull, like he was on a roller coaster that just kept going and going, loop after loop. 

“Have you met him? I don’t know why I asked that, of course not. But, anyway, I’m sure you guys will be back to normal soon. Ah. Here, let me take that.”

He had whiplash - vertigo - from the abrupt halt. The gift bag basically slipping into Joe’s hand as he trotted just inside with a goofy grin. 

Javier gnawed on the disintegrating nicorette, trying to breathe in and out, but the air was too smoky from your father cooking hot dogs a few steps away and his lungs burned making his craving for a cigarette almost unbearable. 

He knew he should’ve been focused on the fact that you didn’t tell Joe, which he somewhat assumed was the case when the invitation came in the mail and was never followed up by him at his door ready for a fight. 

But he wasn’t. He couldn’t. No matter how much he tried to push it down, ignore it, rationalize away. His jaw just kept tightening with jealousy - a feeling he had no right to. 

But seriously. Who was this mystery man? How’d you meet? 

You’d told him you were taking a break from dating, but maybe this guy had come at an opportune time. A perfect match you couldn’t pass up. 

Swiftly, Joe returned with a melting beer bottle that he pressed into the center of Javier’s chest, knocking him from his spiraling chain of thoughts with an imprint left on the airy cotton. 

“Now, come on. Ruby will wanna see ya.” 

Javier followed behind, but his mind stayed in the same place.

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His cheeks were more than just sun-kissed, arms bronzed by the Texas sun, a type of tan he could only achieve from long hours outside. The back of his neck was almost blending into his shirt. 

That damn shirt. 

Of course he decided to wear that one. He always looked so good in it, the color was a perfect compliment to his chestnut hair, making his dark eyes nearly velvet. 

Did he know it was your favorite? 

“Honey,” your mom interrupted the silly thought, and you about dropped the stack of red race car plates on the perfectly manicured lawn - Joe’s pride and joy. “Are you alright?” 

“I’m fine,” you rushed out, dabbing your damp forehead with the back of your hand. “It’s just a million degrees out here.” 

“It is a hot one,” she chuckled, stirring up a fresh batch of lemonade. “I noticed you haven’t had a chance to talk to Javier since he got here. Why don’t you go say hi?” her attempt to sound casual failed. She’d spent the past hour observing the intricate dance of stolen glances each time the other turned away. 

Leaning over, she peeked past your shoulder to wave at him - standing next to Joe a few feet away. He waved back, hiding his hopeful smile behind the lip of his beer. 

You rolled your eyes. She had fallen victim to his charm long before you. She always boasted about Joe’s friend, and was highly disappointed to find out you wouldn’t be joining the fan club after your initial meeting. 

“I already told you,” you uselessly rearranged a few hotdog buns on a platter. “Todd doesn’t want me hanging out with him.” 

“I thought his name was…Tom.” She eyed you suspiciously.

“That’s what I said.” You continued to act busy in order to avoid her detecting the lie. 

“Well, I don’t see this Tim or Ted guy anywhere. And what’s the harm in saying hi?” You shook your head with a disbelieving scoff. “Besides, he’s been staring at you all day.” 

A part of you already knew that, or suspected it; you felt his eyes on you, following your every move as you bounced around the yard, trying to maintain an appearance of being too busy. But hearing it confirmed was different. 

You peered over, and for the first time since you spotted him on the porch, your eyes met. 

For the past hour, his expression had been locked in a pensive and distant state. Glazed - a poltergeist with laughter timed in between swigs of beer and momentary witty comments that maintained his presence. But it broke the moment you held his gaze. The lines on his forehead dipping into defined creases from the roundness of his wistful eyes. A new tension settled on his shoulders, a slight puff in his chest as if he was holding his breath in wait for your release. His mouth twitched with a timid smile that didn’t fit his face, and your own detached expression softened at it. 

You felt angry - stupid. That somehow in a matter of seconds he managed to squirm right back in, making you feel sympathetic when all you wanted to do was scream at him. To hate him for walking out the door that day. 

You wondered if it was even possible to hate him. How could you when he looked at you like that? Like you meant something to him. And you did. You knew that, but it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t the same. 

The sun felt brutally hot, like it was piercing into your skin and baking your insides. You needed to cool down, to sit in the air conditioning for a second, drink a glass of ice water before your brain went all gummy. 

You turned away, to your mother and she frowned, concerned by the look in your eyes. 

“I need some water,” you said, drying your clammy hands on your loose sundress. “I’ll be back in a second.” 

Your mom called out for you, but it hardly registered and went unacknowledged. All your focus was on keeping a normal pace, counting every step till you reached the sliding glass door. 

Once you felt the cool air rush against your face, you gasped into it. Out of sight, you rushed to the fridge to swipe a water bottle on the way to the guest bathroom across the hall. Locking yourself inside, you leaned back, head thudding against the wood before slowly sliding down until you felt the cold tile on your bare thighs. 

You stayed that way for a few minutes, eyes closed, but directed at the ceiling as you traced the gritty grout lines in between the patterned tiles.  You’d hoped to be in a better place, thought yourself to be, but seeing him again was resetting all your progress to the start, like you’d forgotten to save at the last checkpoint. 

You wondered if it would always be like this, feel like this. At that moment, you couldn’t see an end. 

You could picture yourself years from now, at another birthday party, with your husband’s arm wrapped around your waist in a safe and nice embrace as he mindlessly comments on the weather or sports with your family. Even with a fake perfect imaginary husband, you saw yourself sneaking glances at him, longing and wishing for him - for it to be his embrace, his smile you were returning. Because no one had ever made you feel like he did and no one had even come close. 

Fucking kids parties, you thought as you took a few more sips of water and wished for something stronger. Recapping the bottle, you pushed yourself away from the wallowing spot, did a couple quick adjustments in the mirror before opening the door. 

“Oh, exc-” the sentence died once you saw the dappled sweat stains on the crimson shirt clinging to his body. You caught a whiff of his cologne, but mostly he smelled tangy with the scent of the outdoors. 

“Hi,” he said - breathless. 

How long had he been standing there?

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It wasn’t his best idea, clearly. But when he saw the opportunity, he took it, and excused himself with a pat on Joe’s back before leaving the dull conversation to use the restroom. Casually, he strolled into the living room, only to find that you weren’t there. The only person besides him was a woman changing a diaper on the floor. 

“Excuse me,” he slapped on a fake, overly friendly smile that wrinkled his face. The woman looked up as she snapped the buttons on the tiny overall set. “Have you seen Joe’s sister? He's looking for her.” 

“Oh, yes. She just flew on by, I think she’s in the restroom,” the woman pointed at the door. He thanked her before going over to wait. 

He tried to remain still, to look relaxed - patient, but he couldn’t just lean against the wall. Not when he felt this on edge, this antsy, so he paced along the carpet, two steps forward - turn - two steps back - turn. 

Every minute was moving at a snail's pace. For a second he wondered if the oven clock was broken, until he checked the microwave and his watch. Nope - he was just going mad. 

Then, he heard it. A light pad on the tile -  a squeak of the faucet - running water. He stopped right in the doorway - stuck in place as the door swung open. 

All he could see was the crown of your head while you straightened out a crease in your dress. 

“Oh, exc-” your head snapped up, lips clipped shut. 

Suddenly, all the lines he practiced in running scenarios dissolved into his spit - soluble. He knew he needed to say something, anything instead of standing here like a fish with his mouth open. But he couldn’t think when he was this close to you, you were tangible again, he could reach out and feel your skin on his. 

“Hi,” was all he managed to say, and even that sounded unsteady. 

“Hello,” your response was as tight as your posture. He’d taken you off guard, but you quickly veiled the smidge of vulnerability, coating any softness with a hard layer he couldn’t quite crack. 

“How’ve you been?” He promptly licked his lips, his throat turning into cotton. 

“Fine.” You looked like you would rather be anywhere but here, your eyes never holding his for more than a flash and he desperately wanted to grab your face, to make you look at him. “What about you?” 

“Fine,” he answered. You nodded with closed lips, something between a smile and a frown. “I - uh - heard you're dating someone.” 

“You can’t be serious?” Your whole body scoffed, and he realized his mistake. “I’m not doing this.” 

“Wait.” You tried to slide past him but he followed the movement, not boxing you in, but simply keeping you in his line of sight. “Please, I just wanna talk.” 

You laughed - a single harsh sound of contempt. 

“That’s funny, because if I remember correctly that was the exact thing you were trying to avoid. Remember?” You shouldered past him and into the kitchen, he followed on your heels. “Or did it happen so fast you can’t?” He swiveled in front, making you stop just before the countertop edge. 

His hand came up, signaling you to halt. He knew he shouldn’t push, that he should try and call again and again. Show up at your door. But he couldn’t stop himself, he needed to apologize. 

“Please, I’m-”

“No, Javier. I’m not doing this right now.” The intensity in your voice caused your eyes to water. You blinked back tears as you looked out into the living room, turning back to him with a scowl. “If you didn’t realize, my nephew’s birthday party isn’t really the time or the place for this conversation. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to get back.” You stepped past him, heading towards the door. 

He felt you slipping away, like water in cupped hands and he was pushing his palms together, squeezing his fingers tighter. 

“I’m sorry,” he blurted out, making you stop and turn back to him with a slight quiver of your bottom lip. “I’m so sorry. I - I fucked up, I know that. But - I - I miss you, please you gotta forgive me.” 

Your shoulders slumped with a sigh, and the few seconds you took to respond felt like hours to him. 

“I do, I forgive you, Javi,” you whispered in a way that he knew you meant it, but there was something else and he felt little comfort at the words. “But - it can’t go back to the way it was.” 

“Why not?” Javier didn’t even recognize his own voice, it was a desperate plea for you. It crossed his mind that it was useless, that it was over, but he needed you to know he was willing to fight for it, to fix it. 

Your brows pinched together from the deep set frown, and you stared down at your hands where your fingers were tangled in knots. 

“Because, it just can’t.” He took a step closer, then another, and another until you finally looked up at him. He closed his eyes for a second, just one last time and pretended as if it was like it used to be before it all crumbled around him. 

When he opened his eyes to find the pain in yours, he hated that he was the cause. But then, he saw a flicker of it, the way you used to look at him and he swore you almost said something before it all went away in a blink of an eye. 

“I’m sorry I can’t. I can’t do this.” You backed away, scrambling towards the front door. “I can’t be here right now.” He called out your name. “Please,” you begged him, “Tell them I left. That I feel sick.” 

“Hold on-” 

“Please, Javier.” A few tears slipped onto your cheeks. “Just - I gotta go.” 

He didn’t follow, he just stood at the end of the hall and watched the storm door clap shut. 

Javier’s chest burned with unshed tears until he was gasping for air, choking on them. He hadn’t cried in years, and he wouldn’t start now. But he felt it, in his bones, his being and it all became clear to him.

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Wrapped in a fuzzy blanket, you curled up into a corner of the couch. It was nearing dark, a lilac tint holding onto the sky. When you got up to order take out, you’d switched on a few lamps so the delivery guy would know he was at the right address, and so the only light wouldn’t be the TV playing Pretty in Pink. 

Your thoughts had bleeped out the dialogue; you just couldn’t stop thinking about him. You’d spent the whole drive home bawling your eyes out to the Pieces of You album, the tears finally stopped after a soak in the tub right before sunset. 

You just kept remembering how vulnerable Javier looked, how thick the desperation seeped into his voice and for a split-second as his sad doe-eyes looked down at you, you almost let it all go. 

The thought made you groan into the empty apartment, accidentally honking your head on the back of the couch. “Oww,” you whimpered, rubbing the back of your head. 

Suddenly, a trio of knocks sounded at your door. Mh-mmm Chinese. Exactly what you need. 

“Just a minute,” you yelled out as you scoured your wallet, pulling out a twenty on the trot to the door. You opened it, and proceeded to shut it once you saw him. He stopped it before it could clasp. 

Damn his reflexes. 

“Wait,” you were getting tired of hearing him say that. You opened the door up, and he held up the back of to-go as a Honda Civic sped off in the alleyway. “Gave him a 50 to let me deliver it.” 

“What do you want?” You blinked up at him - exasperated. 

“Give me 2 minutes, that’s all I ask.” He seemed different, assured in a sense, but a shake of nerves still stained his voice. 

“Then can I get my food?” He handed it over with a chuckle, a peace offering - a sign he wouldn’t hold it hostage. You placed it on the console table, turning back to him with a nod. “Alright, go on.” You leaned against the door. 

He rested his arm on the frame, grounding himself as his other hand gripped tightly to his waist. He looked into your eyes, whispering your name - the sound of it made him smile with an airy breath that bordered on relief. 

“I know, I messed up. It was wrong and I’m sorry I hurt you.” He stalled, carefully mulling over his next words. 

“I love you.” 

The declaration made your breath catch in your throat. It was everything you wanted to hear, but a part of you doubted it, passing it off as mere loneliness that had driven him here. 

“No, you don’t have Javi,” you replied painfully, “you just don’t wanna lose me.” 

He fought the urge to step closer, fingers rasping against the skin of his palm with a scuffle of his feet. 

“You’re right - I don’t wanna lose you, but it’s not that.” You obsessively shook your head, squeezing your eyes shut. “Because being your friend isn’t enough - it’s never been enough.” 

He gently cupped your face, bringing one hand to your cheek to lift your gaze to him before his warm palm covered the other, his thumb swiping away the loose tears on your chapped cheeks. To him, his words always seemed inadequate, unable to find the right ones to convey his feelings. But he knew, with his touch and the look in his eyes, he could show you everything he needed to convey.

“You’re the best person I’ve ever met, and you deserve…so much. And I didn’t know if I could give that to you, but I wanna try. Because - fuck - I love you.” His forehead came to rest on yours, every deep breath to calm his racing heart fanned across your face as the sharp tip of his nose brushed against yours. “Everything about you. The sound of your voice, the laugh you do when somethings stupid funny in a movie. The smell of your fucking laundry detergent. Even your hour-long orders. I love it all. I have for so long, before this - before even Laredo. Please... Give me a chance.” 

“Javi,” you whispered - at a loss of words. He held on tighter like he was holding on to a lifeline. It didn’t hurt, just a light press to your cheekbones. You stared up at him; his eyes looked like sheet glass, thin and breakable. 

“I love you too.” His whole body melted, every muscle lax with relief and his mouth twitched into a wide smile. 

“Yeah?” He asked with a gasp that sounded like he’d been holding his breath for hours. 

As you nodded your hands came to rest on his chest, toying with the buttons of his shirt. “But you gotta promise me something.” 

“Anything,” he said before kissing your forehead with a firm press of lips as if couldn’t kiss you hard enough. 

“That you’ll be here when I wake up tomorrow.”

“Always,” he said before tentatively bringing his lips to yours. 

The tender brushing of lips morphed into a deep, sensual kiss as his hand slipped from your cheek to the back of your neck, pulling you into him. With one hand resting to feel the frantic beat of his heart, your other winded into his hair, combing through it, with an occasional scratch of your nails along his scalp that made him groan. 

Suddenly, a group of people walking by hooted and hollered at the scene. You pulled away with a giggle at the obviously hammered college-age kids that just got a show. 

“You maybe wanna come in?” 

Javier pretended to debate, he squinted with a twist of his head from side to side. With a dramatic huff and a playful smack at the center of his chest, you grabbed his hand and dragged him inside. 

Slamming the door behind him, he twisted you around making you squeal in surprise when he gathered you in his arms, slotting his lips to yours with an accidental clash of teeth. He ignored it. Kissing you harder as his arms wrapped around you until you faded into him. 

Trailing the familiar path to your room, you thought about that night. He was so frantic with hungry and rushed kisses that now made more sense. It was passion - a build up - yes but also while you thought it’d lead to more, he was drinking his fill as if it could satiate him. 

Your lips broke from his the moment you felt the carpet underneath your feet. Stopping at the foot of your bed, hands clasped behind your back with a soft sway you waited as he closed the door behind him. You could hear the ooooh ooooh of the Pretty in Pink prom scene mumbling through the now shut door. 

As soon as he turned around he stopped. His brow doesn’t eyes glistened with adoration and he dragged a hand across his mouth like he was mesmerized. 

“Beautiful,” he said more to himself, but still you heard the low rasp making your eyes dip to your feet, lip caught between your teeth to stifle a cheesy grin. 

With three long strides, he consumed your space. His hand slithered to the back of your neck again in a lightly possessive hold that brought your focus to him.

There was a flash of regret - remorse as he stared into your slightly bloodshot eyes. He knew it was him that caused it, but you just wiped the hurt away, forgave him without much of a thought. He winced as if he felt a pang of guilt pierce his chest. 

“I don’t deserve you,” he husked with raw honesty, making you shake your head. He carried so much guilt around already from trying to do the right thing. He was a good person who cared too much, too smart for his own good at times and put others above him. 

“Javi,” you cradled his cheek. “If only you could see you the way I do. You’d know that isn’t true.” 

Javier’s nostrils flared like they burned and he harshly swallowed, his thumb mindlessly caressing the tender skin behind your ear. 

Your fingers winded into his belt loops to tug him closer. His free hand skimmed down to rest at your lower back, pressing you into him as he kissed you again, long and deep. His tongue slid against the seam of your mouth, which you eagerly opened. Rucking his shirt from where it was tucked in his jeans to work at the buttons. 

“I gotta ask,” you pulled away as you undo the last button, feeling his warm skin when you slid it from his shoulders into a puddle behind him. “Did you know this was my favorite?” 

“I had a hunch,” he chuckled, then grabbed the hem of your pullover to tug it over your head, joined mere seconds later by a sports bra and loose cotton shorts.

He stepped back and any self-consciousness that might’ve existed with other partners didn’t with him.

“Lay back,” he ordered with a notch of his head at the bed before shoving off his jeans, cock bouncing against his stomach. Complying, you raced to prop yourself between the two pillows then crooked a finger at him to join. 

The playful action made him smirk with a light airy chuckle. His hands traveled with his greedy gaze along your body in his slow crawl above you. 

“Absolutely beautiful,” he said once he was fully hovering above. “Love you so much,” He nuzzled into your neck, inhaling the scent that he missed so much in your absence. “And now I’m gonna show ya.” 

Every inch of skin tingled in his vast exploration of your body, goosebumps raptured where his hands roamed; from the soft flesh of your thighs to your rib cage, thumbs sliding at the cusps of your breasts before descending into the same tantalizing path.

Slowly with wet lips and soft sucks to your neck, he moved to your collarbone to nip at the jut before reaching the tops of your breasts 

His dark eyes stared up as he started to experimentally flick your hardening bud; the soft moan escaping your lips made a proud smirk tease his before it was overtaken with the swirl of his tongue around your nipple. With a breathless pant of his name your hands curled into his hair. 

Switching to your untouched breast, he sucked the neglected leak into his mouth, his hand skimming the outside of your thigh, up past your belly till he pinched the spit-glistening bud. 

Cupping the soft flesh in his large palms, he shoved his face into your breasts, forehead sticking to your sweaty skin as he moaned against it with a dig of his hips into the bed. 

It felt like he stayed there for hours from the way your pussy was throbbing. Lacking the attention it so desperately wanted, you tried to seek friction but found none trapped under the weight of his body. 

“Please, Javi, please ” you mewled, and he sucked one last time at your nipple before releasing it with a pop. Wet, tender kisses followed his path down until he reached your spread open thighs. 

Resting his hands on your knees, he licked his lips as he spread you wider to reveal your glistening folds. Your hips canted under his assessment, but he pressed down to keep you in place. 

“Let me admire you,” he said with a menacing smirk, secretly enjoying the way you wiggle and tremble for more. 

“Stay like this,” he ordered as he released one hand from your knee. Fingertips brushed against your slit and you groaned from the effort of keeping your hips flush to the sheets.

“Good girl,” he praised and you felt yourself get wetter. “Oh, you liked that?” Your head bobbed, slightly embarrassed when his fingers swiped at your slick, admiring it on his fingers before he continued to tease by opening you up to get a better look at your swelling clit beg for attention. 

“Javi, baby, baby - come on, please touch me, please.” 

He hummed at your pleading, satisfied he settled between your thighs and placed your legs over his shoulder before licking a long stripe to your wet entrance. 

“You fucking taste so good,” he growled into your cunt, “gonna stay here forever.”

---

He couldn’t get enough. Even with a slightly sore jaw, he couldn’t stop. Lost in your pussy, he kept you on edge with slow explorative swipes of his tongue until you were swollen - glazed in a mixture of your own wetness and his spit. 

Your knees were pressed against his ears to rock against his face, babbling aimlessly before finally he heard a coherent ‘fingers’. He decided to reward your patience, slipping from your bruising hold with whines of protest. 

“Oh baby, don’t worry,” he cooed, shushing you while situating to a better angle. He’d never seen a prettier sight than you with blown lustful eyes, chest heaving and dripping for him. He stole a quick kiss. “I’m giving you what you want,” he reassured as he leaned back, prodding your hole with a single thick digit before sinking it in. 

Your walls clamped down, pulsing to let him know how close you already were. Pushing in a second finger, he curled them against the spongy spot, and you gasped his name.

As he worked his fingers, a slow pace that kept you dangling on the edge until you clawed at the sheets. Resting the palm of his free hand on your mound, his thumb swiped across your swollen clit.

His pace increased, the sound of your pussy squelching and squeezing filled the room. He growled at the sight of his fingers fucking into you, pulling high-pitched calls of his name mixed with more and please. 

He could feel it.

“So good, so fucking tight and so wet, your dripping baby. You gonna cum? Gonna fucking soak me? Come on.”

“Oh fuck yes, oh fuck! Javi!” Your body curled with a wail of his name as you soaked him in your orgasm. 

“Good girl. My messy little pussy did so good. So pretty when you come all over me,” he cooed and praised, working you down until your body plopped into a satiated heap on the bed. 

“Shit,” you said, trying to prop yourself up on your elbows but falling right back down. “I’ve never done that,” you giggled, gasping for breath while draping your arm over your head. 

He crawled upwards, his hard leaking cock smeared against your thigh when you pulled him in for a breathless kiss. Arms tired, he dropped down to rest beside you, watching you stare up at the ceiling while catching your breath. 

After a minute you turned on your side, elbow propped up on the pillow, head resting on your palm and he couldn’t help but smile. You were so blissed out, droopy eyed with a lopsided grin and it didn’t matter that his cock was throbbing, he didn’t care. He was content, just laying here with you, basking in your post-orgasm glow. 

However, you weren’t. Mustering up your strength to straddle him, your fingers danced across his chest. He gripped at your sticky thighs, curling his fingers into the soft flesh. 

A trail of slick from your molten cunt dragged from the tip of his cock to the base, he groaned - eyes shutting and head dropping back against the pillow. You took advantage of the position and nipped at his jaw, giving him a little payback as you kissed down his neck.

“Fuck, are you sure?” He asked when you grinded your soaked, sensitive lips against him. 

“Mh-mmm, need you inside me. Felt so good,” you mewled, and he reached for a condom, fumbling with the box in your nightstand. You were distracting him, he couldn’t look away when your lips parted with soft sounding moans at the tiny circles of your hips. Smacking the box against the side of the drawer, the thick roll of packets broke free. He ripped one off, and you raised your hips to let him put it on. 

Positioning him at your entrance, you started to sink down. His eyes squeezed shut, brows pinched and you moved a little slower, taking him at a glacial pace so he wouldn’t cum at how warm and tight you felt. 

How did he think he could live without this?

“Don’t move, baby,” he gritted out the second you were flush against him, “Give me a second. Shit - you feel good. Squeezing me so tight. You have the tightest fucking pussy.” 

The moment his eyes opened to your naked body atop of his, he wondered if he’d died and gone to heaven. Your smile was sweet, mischievously proud that you caused the veins of his forehead to pop out. His teeth crushed together, and he tried to regain control but he just couldn’t. 

“Shit, I’m not gonna last,” he admitted in defeat as his released refused to be put at bay. 

“That’s okay, Javi. Just feel it, feel how wet you made me,  oh baby I’ve never felt that good,” you said with a seductive bite of your lip, a slow rock of your hips that made his mouth drop open. 

Suddenly, he shifted - keeping you in his lap as he moved to sit upright, holding you closer to him. With one hand on the center of your back, the other on your hip he captured your lips in a sloppy and needy kiss as you grinded down on him. 

“That’s it baby, that’s it - so good,” he panted out, kissing that sensitive spot on your neck that made your head drop back. Your over sensitive clit brushed along the coarse hairs at the base of his cock making your fingers wind into his hair with a harsh pull. 

“Shit - I love you, no one can make me feel like you do.” 

He felt your walls fluttering around him, and he desperately wanted - no needed to feel you come undone around him. Nipping at the skin of your shoulder he hissed as his hips met your movement. 

“I love you - so much baby. Oh you feel so good - fucking squeezing me so tight like the good fucking girl you are. I’m gonna cum, I need you to. Fucking please, let me feel you. Fucking soak me again, baby. Come on”

Javier felt like his whole body was on fire. His mind had turned to mush at your pulsing walls, so wet you were dripping around the base of him with a squelch of your hips. He’d never heard a better sound than the chant of his name, your head thrown back in pleasure as you rode him. 

Finally, when your body seized up, gripping his cock somehow tighter than before he cried out your name as he released into the condom. 

He blacked out, coming to with whispers of praise and I love you’s as you peppered his face in kisses. Wrapping  his arms around you, he squeezed you to him, tasting the salt of your skin. 

He’d never let you go again. 

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[kuroos-babie]

falling in love with a single mom hcs

INCLUDES: nishinoya, tsukishima, yaku

you spent a good part of your childhood with nishinoya, chasing away the dogs that had a penchant of scaring your best friend shitless, climbing trees and playing treasure hunt

it was funny, to say the least, seeing how he grew from such a scaredy-cat to the energetic and confident noya everyone knows

throughout highschool you watched him chase girl after girl and he watched you turn down guy after guy

the dynamic you two had was that of a feral gremlin child and its chill owner holding the leash and everyone, including you two, thought you would always be together

everyday was fun with nishinoya's energy hanging around you, no doubt

but when he asked you to travel the world with him right after graduation, he was met with a hesitant refusal

"i'm planning to go to college, yuu"

"it'll be fun, y/n! like going on an adventure!!"

"visit me once in a while"

his heart clenched at the way you smiled at him with teary eyes, "i can't change your mind can i?"

with a soft shake of your head, he sighed

he leaves in three days

the first few months of him being away were filled with calls and pictures of his trips, smile seemingly wider and brighter than before and a part of you regretted not coming with him

but college starts in a week, and with that came missed calls and ignored messages

at some point, neither of you just remembered to hit the other up, caught up with the stresses of your own life and before either of you knew it, 5 years have passed

he came to visit home for the first time in years, no longer the boyish noya you knew but he still had that warm aura around him

you were the first thought to come to mind the moment he step foot in town, his whole body buzzing with excitement at the mere thought of seeing you again

so of course he went straight to your house, feet taking step after memorized step and hands clutching bags of things he got from his travels

"Y/N!!!!!", he calls out as he enters your house which was answered with a harsh shushing

turning a corner he saw you in the living room, lovely as ever-- he thought, and with a baby sleeping soundly in your arms, "the baby's sleeping, yuu"

"whose...?"

you laughed at the cracking in his voice, "mine, who else's?"

man, he looked like he was about to cry

he quietly approached you, careful as to not wake the baby

"for you", he mumbled while handing you the bag of snacks and stuff

the room was filled with silence after you hummed a short thanks

he was looking at the child's face, it looked like you, he thinks

he asked when you got married, "you didn't tell me, didn't even invite your best friend to your wedding", he whined

"i didn't, i'm not married"

his eyes were wide as they looked at you

you told him about getting pregnant shortly after college graduation and getting ditched

he thought of himself selfish as he heaved a sigh of relief

"it's fine though, my parents are helping me a lot", he notes how you looked at your baby with such fond eyes and his heart swelled, he felt like crying

you chuckled at the look on his face, "hey don't look so sorry for me, can't be happier to have her"

"what's her name?"

you looked at your daughter's face and pet at her cheek with a finger, "yui"

nishinoya couldn't hold it in anymore and so he let himself cry and pulled you close

and for the nth time since the day of your college graduation he asked you again, "come with me, y/n, let's travel the world" but you have a child "i'll stay with you here until she's old enough", he said while kissing the tears that slipped down your cheeks

"then we can all go travel the world together"

he liked working at the museum, he really does

at least that's what he tries to tell himself as he led the group of preschoolers through the sendai museum

they were cute, yeah, but also very chatty

especially this one little boy with the frog hat

"what's this called?"

"it's a fossilized remain of--"

"how about this one?"

"it's--", and before he could answer, the child was already running to the other side of the exhibit

he just sighs

the tour ended and he was getting ready for his lunch break, proceeding to the cafe by the entrance as he always does

his eyes almost caught the flurry of green that passed beside him but he chose to ignore it

but of course it wasn't long after he sat down with his order when he heard a familiar bubbly voice

"mama that's the dinosaur guy!", he heard the little boy whisper loudly, "he's so tall, like a brachiosaurus!"

he couldn't supress the chuckle at the child's remark and he turned in his seat, "so you were listening, i thought you were just bouncing all around the place"

"oh sorry, did he give you a hard time?"

your voice drew his attention and he smiled at the sight of your worried face, something that surprised even him, "not really, no"

he invited you two to sit and eat with him and he listened to your son ramble all about dinosaurs and prehistoric animals

"a smart one, i like him"

your son really liked him too and asked you to take him to the museum again and see tsukishima

and so it became a habit for you to visit the museum every friday with the little boy, waiting for the tall blonde to get off work so you three could grab something to eat

and every time he sees you in the little cafe by the entrancne with your son, tsukishima couldn't help but smile a little and pat at his chest to calm the subtle fluttering as he push the door open

it was a weird feeling he never knew would come so naturally at the mere sight of you two

he bought your son picture books and and figurines and copies of the "walking with dinosaurs" documentary

"we should watch it this weekend..." his eyebrows shot up for a moment at your meek suggestion

of course the little boy was elated, excited to have him over at your house "yes! let's go now! i wanna watch it with tsukki now!!!"

tsukishima returned his gaze on you, "if it's not too much trouble then i'd love to go now"

and so the rest of the friday night was spent on your couch with all the lights turned off and a narration of al the allosaurus' life

you looked over at the other side of the couch to see your son laying on tsukishima, eyes fluttering shut with the man passed out and lightly snoring

he must've been tired

you draped a blanket over the two of them and waited for sleep to visit you too and it soon did

morning came and you woke up to the smell of coffee

"i borrowed your coffee maker, i hope you don't mind", his voice was still low, trying not to wake the little boy

"yeah, sorry i didn't wake you up last night... you looked tired"

he chuckled as you walked over to the kitchen to take out two mugs and prepared some toast, "i don't mind, it was the best sleep i've gotten in a while. i hope it wasn't too much of a bother for you though"

you leaned on the kitchen counter as you took in his appearance; hair ruffled and eyes puffy with sleep, "i don't mind it one bit"

he huffed a laugh and looked over to the sofa where your son still laid

"he likes you a lot"

"so it seems, i hope you do too", his face was smug but you didn't miss the red that tinted his cheeks when you told him "of course i do, in fact i was thinking maybe we should do this more often"

his smirk grew, "just say you want to wake up everyday to the sight of me and leave it at that"

you rolled your eyes at his comment but smiled nonetheless, "oh shut up"

he had just come back from the nekoma volleyball team reunion, head lightly buzzing from the few bottles of alcohol kuroo forced down his throat

making his way through the carpeted hotel hall, he could barely make out the sound of little feet hurriedly padding on the floor and quiet sniffles

taking out the keycard to his room with the blissful thoughts of finally sinking into the soft mattress was interrupted by a soft bump on his thigh, a muffled thud and a small "ow..."

it took a few moments before the sight of the little boy on the hotel floor registered properly in his brain

it was well past 2 am... why the hell is there a child running around the halls

"uh... hi?"

big bright eyes looked up at him and he can't help but sigh at the sniffles increasingly growing louder

"where's your mama, little guy?", yaku crouched to the little boy's level, careful to keep his balance as the booze and exhaustion was catching up to him

however, at the mention of his mother, the little boy's eye filled up with more tears and was ready to burst anytime, "mama..."

"oh no no no no"

yaku's too tired for this

so with a sigh and a groan, he took the boy in his arms and entered his room

"let's look for her in the morning, okay? i think i still have some cookies in my room, would like some?"

the little boy nods his head, earning a relieved sigh from yaku

the rest of the night was spent with cartoons playing on the large hotel room tv, yaku leaning against the headboard with the little boy snoozing away while being tucked in his arm, cookie on his hand and crumbs all around

morning came and panic surged through your body the moment you realized your 3 year-old son was nowhere inside your hotel room

your hurried to the security desk to report and hopefully make an announcement, head reeling and aching with the sudden rush of adrenaline first thing in the morning

with your head in your hands, you let out a groan while trying not to cry at all the possibilites flashing through your mind

your wallowing was cut short with an "excuse me, i found this child last night"

turning your head back to the security desk, you see a man in his pajamas and slippers, hair ruffled from sleep and a sleepy little boy laying on his shoulder

"oh my god"

the whole conlict ended when you came up to them and introduced yourself, the little boy quickly recognizing your voice and whipped his head over to you, "mama!"

your son reached out for you and yaku couldn't help but notice how pretty your glossy eyes were despite how disheveled you looked

"mama, yakkun gave me cookies and we watched cartoons aaaaall night!"

yaku's eyes widened at the little boy's words and let out a nervous chuckle, "you make me sound so suspicious"

he turned to you and explained how your son bumped into him at 2 am and he was just too tired to bring him down to the security desk

"my tired tipsy brain thought it was a better idea to just let him sleep in my room and look for mama in the morning", he ended with the tips of his ears tinged red

you laughed at his nervousness, "well we can talk more about it over breakfast, what do you say yakkun? my treat"

with the way you were smiling at him, how could he even refuse?

the rest of the morning was spent with coffee and waffles, juice and fruits and chatter

he learned you and your son were in town for a few days, "i wanted to go see the fishies in the aquarium!", the little boy quips

with the new volleyball season just around the corner, yaku knew he'd have practices but he offered to tour you two around tokyo

he wanted to see you two again

briefly taking care of the toddler last night and having breakfast with you, he realized, were very much a welcomed change of pace in his hectic pro volleyball life

"are you my dad? mama told me daddy was working in tokyo" he remembered your son quietly mumbling last night, "i haven't seen him though, not ever"

the rest of your stay in tokyo was spent hanging out with yaku, your son growing more and more attached to him and slept over at his room every night

as promised, he took you and your son on a tokyo tour and even brought you to practice, introducing you to the national team and teaching your child receives

of course your trip eventually reached its end, promises of meeting again drowned in the little boy's tears as he tried to reach out to yaku

"we'll meet again, little guy", he says while ruffling the boy's hair, "i'll even go visit you and we'll play lots, okay?

of course he made a point of contacting you frequently, often video chatting during meal times and bedtime and a few more hours after, relishing in the time he could spend talking alone with you

"i can't wait to see you two again", he always says right after "good night"

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[chasingpj]

𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐦𝐞?

"My soulmate is so mean. He’s done nothing good with these stupid drawings. You know, all I want is something cute, like a picture of, maybe, flowers?"

pairing: leo valdez x gn reader

words: 2,994

warnings: cursing, mentions of genitalia

category: one-shot, soulmate!au

You don’t know who your soulmate is, but when you find out, you know the first thing you’ll do is punch him in his face. You don’t understand why he does this. Why can’t he be romantic like everyone else? You have a few friends who have the same connection you share with your soulmate, through your skin. Your friends rise from their slumbers with beautiful sketches on their arms; Or throughout the day, lines will appear as they’re being drawn, creating the most beautiful artwork you’ve ever seen. However, of course, you don’t get that; instead, you get this.

You stare at yourself in the mirror with pure disbelief, and you can’t decide whether to cry or scream. You’re used to these kinds of drawings in places like your arms, stomach, and legs, so they were easy to hide. But this has never happened before; it's never been in a place so… so visible.

You fill with rage as you observe the sloppily drawn dick on your forehead and your fist clenches as it lays on top of your bathroom sink. You fucking ass. How the hell am I going to hide this? You have to be at work in fifteen minutes, and you have this vulgar drawing on your forehead. You’re sure if you tell your boss your situation, he’d probably dismiss you because this is obviously not appropriate for the workplace. Still, you can’t even imagine trying to explain this to him. It was way too embarrassing.

"What am I going to do?” You whine as you rub your hands on your face. The drawing won’t be removed from your skin unless your soulmate removes it on his, so you had to think of a solution right away.

“Where could he possibly be where this is acceptable?” You try to refrain from sobbing hopelessly as your frantic mind searches for a solution. You think maybe a hat will work, but you discard the idea knowing your boss will tell you to take it off once you’re indoors. Suddenly, like a sign from the heavens, your solution hits you right in the face when you catch sight of your makeup bag lying on the toilet seat. You reach over, grabbing the pouch and unzipping it. Your quivering hands move too fast, causing the products to fall out and scatter into the sink. Your eyes skim over them in search of your thickest foundation and concealer. When you find them, along with your primer, you sigh, saying a silent prayer before getting to work.

***

Leo gasps sharply as the sight of his face in the mirror shocks him out of his fatigue. He touches his forehead, trying to recall the memory of last night while ignoring the pounding headache surging through his skull. He remembers getting to the club with a group of friends and how they took one shot after another until their vision was blurry. He has a faint memory of dancing with some girl, and the chaos of his 4 am Macdonald’s run with his friends. However, he doesn't recall the moment when this picture was drawn on his face. When did this happen? More importantly, who did this? He pauses, gawking at his reflection. His jaw clenches as the culprit comes to mind. He felt foolish for questioning who did this because he lives with, and he went home with one person last night, and that's Percy.

“Percy!” He yells angrily, and in the next room, he hears Percy’s manic laughter getting louder as he runs down the hall and into the bathroom with him. Percy can’t help but laugh even harder at the sight of a distressed Leo, and he silently congratulates himself for pulling such a successful prank. Leo’s expression hardens, and his gaze snaps over to him, “It's not funny!”

Percy snorts and nudges his shoulder, "Come on, loosen up!" Leo laughs sarcastically,

"Come on, loosen up!" He mocks with clear annoyance, making Percy’s laughter ceases. Leo usually takes things like this so well; he's never been angry at him because of a childish prank. The two of them have been pulling pranks on each other since they moved in together, and they would always laugh it out while deviously planning their revenge. Percy tilts his head, now growing annoyed that Leo’s annoyed.

"Why are you so uptight today?" He almost snaps, not understanding his fury. Leo's eyes narrow at him,

"My soulmate is linked to my skin." He speaks slowly and carefully, accentuating his words to make sure Percy understands how bad this is. Percy's mouth drops open, and he stares at the vulgar art on his forehead.

"Oh… shit," is the only thing he can think of saying. “Fuck, I forgot. I’m sorry,” Percy apologizes even though he knows it doesn’t help anything. He didn’t share the same connection with his soulmate, so he had forgotten entirely about Leo’s bond with his. He’s now left with regret knowing that there's someone out there going along their day trying to hide this lewd image.

Leo groans as he throws his head back. "I-It'll wash off? Right?"

Leo flips up the sink’s nozzle, dipping his head in the cold tap water to wet his face. He scrubs with his fingers, blindly grasping the soap next to him. He runs it over, spreading the suds and lightly scratching his forehead. He rinses everything off and returns to his original position to check his face now. He yells in panic when he sees the drawing didn't budge at all; it didn't even fade. Percy audibly gasps,

"I used permanent marker."

"BRO!"

"I'm sorry!"

Percy shifts on his feet as the memory of last night comes back to him. Leo fell asleep in the cab ride home, and Percy, somehow without much balance, carried him over his shoulder into their apartment complex. He squints his eyes, and with a vague remembrance, he recalls plopping him down on the couch. Leo was unconscious, and Percy’s drunk mind saw this as a perfect opportunity to prank him. He picked the first marker he saw, and in the middle of a giggling fit, he sloppily drew the phallic item and took a picture.

Leo frantically puts his head back in the sink to scrub again, and Percy stands by the door, watching panic wash over him. Leo continues scrubbing his skin, and though his skin becomes red under the friction of his nails, he persists. Percy shakes his head, walking over to him quickly, and he pats his shoulder.

"Come on, man. It's not working; you’re gonna hurt yourself." If Percy let him, Leo would scrub his skin raw. He disregards his advice and continues to scrub, bringing the soap over the drawing once again before scratching harshly. Percy, not wanting his friend to hurt himself, turns off the tap, and Leo groans, standing straight. He stares at himself in the mirror, his face dripping wet, and his skin is red with irritation. I'm so sorry.

***

Your day hasn't gotten any better since this morning. First, you wake with a dick on your forehead; second, you miss your bus because you took so much time layering makeup on your face. Then, you get to work about 15 minutes late because your commute, which usually took about 5 minutes, was delayed due to traffic. You assumed that your day couldn’t get any worse, but you discovered you spoke too soon when the system your job uses to put in orders crashed, making your job even harder than it had to be. Also, you spilled hot coffee on yourself during the morning rush, and that almost sent you straight into tears, but somehow, you prevailed.

By the afternoon, you wanted to rip your hair out when you realized you forgot your wallet, leaving you unfed and cranky. Your boss was no help to your mood either. He picked at everything you did today and held a grudge about you being late this morning. You've never had such a shitty day at work, and there is a sense of relief when you witnessed the clock turn to 4:30 pm. You immediately stood up from your chair, collecting your things before walking straight to the computer to clock out.

The last challenge you're facing is to get home in the slippery aftermath of the pouring rain earlier today. It was colder than usual; the sun’s hidden behind stormy gray clouds, and the smell of wet soil is in the air. You shiver, your arms wrapped around your frame in a poor attempt to keep you warm. You don't have an umbrella, and you hope it doesn’t start raining again. You were sure that if your makeup washes away in the rain for everyone to see the mystery under it, you will lose your mind.

You stand in the corner of the waiting shed, resting your head on the side. You take a deep breath, noticing your hands are anxiously chipping away the week-old nail polish. From the corner of your eye, you see someone join you under the shed, and out of usual curiosity, you look over. A tall, slender guy stands in the opposite corner; he wears distressed blue jeans, a black hoodie with a print you can’t see from your view, and a black winter hat. In his hands, he fiddles with a piece of scrap metal. His skin was tan, and his brown curly hair peeks from under his hat. Oblivious to your staring, he looks away from his fiddling and happens to glance over at you. There's a moment of awkward eye contact before you snap your vision away and out to the street.

You cringe at yourself for staring too long, shifting on your feet. You casually lean over the side of the curve, and you swear the light of the heavens was shining on your bus as it drove toward you. You couldn’t help but smile, a sense of relief washing over you. It’s here; you were one step closer to getting home and relaxing.

The excitement was taken away as quickly as it arrived, your bus passing your stop making a mini tsunami in the process. A wave of water splashes directly on you, and it takes you a moment to process what just happened. You stand there, cold and wet staring blankly at the curve. You felt overwhelmed, not being able to hold back the cries that you’ve been suppressing all day.

"are you-" a sob releases from your lips, stunning the unknown guy next to you. You miserably walk over to the bench, plopping down and resting your elbows on your thighs to lay your head in your hands. You sob freely, not caring about the boy's presence, and he stands in his spot, not sure what to do. He had an innate urge to make you feel better, and he doesn't know why but it pains him to see you like this. He clears his throat and decides to settle in the seat next to you. "Bad day?"

You sniffle, trying to find your breath, "The worst."

You don't look up, your hands doing their part to cover your face and your forehead. "I don't understand why everything is going so wrong.” You didn’t even care that you were pitying yourself, but you felt like you had the right considering how shit your day has been.

"I woke up with an awful drawing from my soulmate. I was late for my bus, which made me late to work; I haven't had lunch either. I'm hungry, cold, and now, soaking wet in street water." You sniffle once more. "My soulmate is so mean. He’s done nothing good with these stupid drawings. You know, all I want is something cute, like a picture of, maybe, flowers? I'd even take a tacky picture of two stick figures falling in love... shit; I’d be satisfied with a grocery list. But of course, with my luck, that doesn't happen. I get stupid drawings of... genitalia."

Leo’s body tenses next to you, and his teeth bite the inside of his lip. Drawings of genitalia? Sounds like him. Now he needed to see this drawing you were talking about, and he feels himself getting anxious at the possibility that you could be his soulmate. You continue to cry, refusing to move from your position.

"Well... it can't be that bad?"

"Oh, it's bad,” you managed to respond in your ragged breathing. Leo hesitantly reaches over, affectionately rubbing his hand across your upper back. Your breath hitches softly at the back of your throat, and there is a surge of warmth that radiates from his hand. You feel your tense shoulders begin to relax, and you furrow your eyebrows as your breath miraculously finds its regular pace. You even have this strange desire to cuddle into his frame to acquire more of his touch.

"Come on, show me. It's probably not as bad as you think." He speaks from his experience this morning. If you aren't his soulmate, he's sure that whatever you have isn't as traumatic as what he and his soulmate have.

"No! You'll laugh," you whine, your head laying firmly on your hands.

"I won't! I promise." You can tell from his voice that he was genuine, and for some reason, you can trust him. You slowly remove your hands from your face, but your head is still in an embarrassed bow. His heart pounds in his chest at the anticipation and leans forward to get a look at your face. You close your eyes, not wanting to see his initial reaction.

There it was. Right under your concealer, there is the familiar drawing faintly present. Leo's mouth drops, and his eyes widen; how is he going to tell you that he has the same picture on his forehead? You sigh shakily,

"It's bad, isn't it?" Your face burns in pure humiliation, and you now regret showing him. Leo is silent for a bit, trying to find words to explain himself.

"I'm sorry," he blurts out. Your eyebrows furrow and your eyes flutter open to look at his guilty expression.

"Why are you sorry?" He doesn't even attempt to explain himself in words. He simply slides off his winter hat, showing you the original drawing on his skin. You inhale sharply, your mind trying to process what is happening in front of you.

He's your soulmate, the person that you ideally would spend your life with. You didn't think you'd find him anytime soon or even at all. Your stomach flutters at the sight of him, and your cheeks get warm. You both gaze into each other’s eyes, and there was an immediate connection. You take in the tousled curls on his head, a bit frizzy from his hat and his big brown eyes. Your heart pumps hard in your chest, just as fast as the boy’s heart in front of you.

A few people told you that you’d feel like the world will slow down when you meet your soulmate. You’ll feel complete, and all at once, you’ll fall in love. You thought it was a load of over-romanticized bull, but you found that it was true even with your strange circumstance.

You finally found him…

But he's done this.

Your anger somehow counteracts this "in love" feeling, and you momentarily hate him for starting your day off on a sour note.

"You!" Your arms lift to strike him in the chest, but before you could attack, he grasps your tight fists.

"I'm sorry! I can explain!" He says quickly. Your arms loosen up, and you narrow your eyes at him,

"Explain yourself then." Sheepishly Leo cowers and his hands remain around your fist, just in case.

"Well," he sighs, "I partied a little too hard last night, and um, my roommate, Percy, thought it would be funny to draw this on my forehead."

"Your roommate is an ass."

"Well, yeah. Sometimes. But he was just as drunk as I was, and he didn't realize that the marker was permanent. When I saw it, I immediately thought of you, and how you’d have to walk around with this." He chews on the inside of his cheek, "I tried getting it off, but it won’t go away." You sigh, willing to forgive him since it wasn't his fault.

"So, we're gonna have this for a while?"

"Probably a couple of days or so." You groan and don’t say anything in return. You look down at your lap, still hiding your face from anyone around. "Oh, here, take my sweatshirt. The hoodie can keep it hidden.” He puts his hat back on and pulls his sweatshirt over his body, passing it to you. You smile softly as you take it from him. You pull it over your still soaked and cold frame, slipping your arms in and bringing the hood up. You mutter a small thank you, shoving your hands in the front pocket. He replies with a hum, allowing the sounds of the passing cars to fill your comfortable silence.

"Again, I'm sorry,” he apologizes sincerely, and you turn your head. You smile reassuringly,

"It's okay. I'll forgive you this time,” you say teasingly, and he chuckles. "I'm y/n, by the way."

"Leo." You reach over, taking his hand, and you guys share a handshake.

"Nice to meet you, soulmate.”

masterlists

[writing-in-april]

April Fools

Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Summary: Spencer needs to one up Reader just as he’s about to loose a prank war

A/N: I’m kicking things off for my 30 fics in 30 days for April with this fic inspired by April Fools day- lol this is a much better version compared to what I have experienced in the past with this holiday 😂 @90spumkin there’s a few specific lines in here that are totally inspired by your cowboy Spencer fic lol 😂 I’d like to hear all y’all’s thoughts so far or just drop me any type of anon here- ask me anything -my requests are also open!! Hope y’all enjoy reading ☺️

Warnings: 18+, Dom Spencer (not as harsh as in other fics of mine), Fingering, Edging, Public Sex, Sex with a hidden motive (there are some real feelings there 😉 plus reader acknowledges and knows the hidden motives)

Main Masterlist Word count: 2.4K

When you walked into the bullpen it was dead silent. If you dropped a pin you’d be able to hear it, even with the carpeted floors. You crept as quietly as you could, afraid that someone might jump out to scare you. It was not as if you had gotten in late today, you were actually cutting it rather close this morning.

Your fear of being submitted to a jump scare so early in the morning wasn’t as irrational. Today was the day that everything was going to come to an either a glorious defeat or a momentous victory. A two week long bet was tipping heavily in your favor at the final hours, you had to be careful to not let your hold over Spencer weaken in these last moments.

Today was April 1st- a day like any other to most people, but not to you and not to Spencer. It had all started when you both had begun trying to do little pranks on each other in the months leading up to the bet. If you asked anyone on the team they’d say it started when you replaced his normal standard deck of playing cards with a new set that had awkward pictures of Spencer you had accumulated over the years taped on them to represent each of the numbers and faces. Your personal favorite was the photos you had chosen for the Queens- one of Spencer looking rather regal, eyes cast downwards and with his hands crossed and a big lip pout while sitting at his desk obviously disproving of whatever Derek had said (who was also in the picture)

The team would’ve definitely said it had started there, but that was the first one that they had seen. The first one had actually been when Spencer had switched around the contacts in your phone while you weren’t looking while you had been hanging out with him. To be fair it had been in retaliation to you playfully teasing him about being a technophobe, all’s fair in love and war you had to admit.

And, whether you admitted to him or not, you did love him. This little bet that you set a few weeks ago had only strengthened your feelings. It involved setting a prank for each other, alternating every other day for two weeks until April Fools day, then the team would judge and figure out who one. You can definitely thank Morgan for that brilliant idea as he had spontaneously suggested it after your card prank on Spencer, though you bet he had been thinking about it for a while. Over the course of two weeks you had to delve into the mind of Spencer, really getting to know what would get under his skin, what would be the perfect prank for him.

“I hope you know what you got yourself into Spencer.” He had smirked back at me when you said that right after confirming your bet. You had delved into researching stuff, trying to figure out pranks that would be more personalized to Spencer rather than the ones everyone would see passed around. Eventually you landed on an idea for your last prank that was simple, yet the perfect way to get under Spencer’s skin. It was so easy you kicked yourself a little for not figuring it out before.

Apparently replacing the sugar Spencer specifically brought in for himself with salt was a step too far according to him. The glare that he had fixed on you after he had spit out his coffee onto his cardigan made you shiver, you knew you were going to be in for something big today.

Plus today was the aforementioned holiday that inspired the bet in the first place, you kind of wished you had gotten the chance to have the last laugh. You were still crossing your fingers and toes in hopes that it wouldn’t compare to your coffee prank.

Your eyes locked on the lone figure standing in the maze of desks, Spencer. It felt as if you were both ready at high noon for a duel to see who drew their gun fastest. Though, comparatively there was a distinct lack of cowboy hats and the sun was down to low for a proper duel. That didn’t stop your mind from wandering to thinking about him in a cowboy hat, he’d definitely look good. you’d have to get him one some day or maybe put a snake in a cowboy boot if another prank war was to ever crop up.

“Where is everybody?” You asked, though you knew that Spencer had probably sent them off elsewhere, you had done the same thing earlier when you needed to convince him that he had come in on his day off.

“I may have bribed them a bit to be elsewhere right now.” He spoke with a smirk that would have seemed foreign to you until you guys had started this. Now it was a staple for him whenever you saw him, going right along with his cardigan and tie to complete his look. There was no complaint from you, Spencer acting slightly cocky just before you were about to get pranked on oddly made you get hot and bothered easier than you’d like to admit.

Pushing those thoughts aside, you crossed your arms in front of you, probably a vain attempt to protect yourself from whatever was coming. Your voice came out a little shaky, “What for?”

“Just wanted to talk to you- privately…” He skated around your question, not really giving you any definitive answer. Though, you hadn’t really expected him to lay out his whole plan, that would just be counterproductive. There was a slight pause in conversation, you were about to break it with your own response when he added,“You know I’ve always found you desirable, Y/N…”

The simple teasing conversation that you had been having with him suddenly pivoted. The air in the room felt like it had been sucked out, leaving you gasping. Even if some part of this led to a prank, you knew Spencer wouldn’t play with your feelings like that. What was most likely happening is that he was using this confession to also pull a fast one on you. His deep brown eyes piercing into your own told you that he was telling the truth in that regard, plus if earlier in the bet was any indication, he wasn’t that good of a liar.

“This wasn’t what I thought you’d be talking to me in private about but- I’ve always found you desirable too...” You admitted with a gulp, pressing your weight into the edge of your desk almost sitting on it.

Your full weight pushed to sit fully on top of your desk, undoubtedly crinkling some important papers underneath when he stepped forward to close the large gap between the two of you. The tension was thick around you now with only two sentences spoken, both full of truth.

“Do you want me as much as I want you?” His lips were now so close to yours his breath was projected onto your lips.

“Yes.” You confirmed, with no hesitation. Honestly, you wouldn’t care if there was some sort of prank he was going to play on you soon, you knew that what he had said didn’t just apply to now. That was the part that mattered to you.

His lips surged forward to meet yours, letting all the tension that had been rising boil over. It was everything you had imagined and more, his lips just as soft and pillowy as they had been in your dreams.

When he pulled your skirt up roughly to expose your bottom half to him you came up off of the edge of the desk slightly, then being pushed back down once you were partially exposed before him. You squeaked into his mouth in shock of how fast this was escalating, but didn’t protest any further, wanting to see where he was going with this. You were so glad that he had gotten the team to leave the bullpen for a while, this would be a hard situation to explain. Being out in the open didn’t make you more nervous though, it excited you to know that someone could be around the corner with only the desk dividers hiding your exposed bottom half.

He didn’t even bother to push your panties down to your knees or ankles. He just pulled them aside to gain access to your now positively dripping hole. You hadn’t even thought to question how this tied into his prank, like it inevitably did, yet. You just wanted more of him, in any way you could get him.

His eyes were fixated on your dripping entrance, seemingly mesmerized by finally being able to see it. The awe in his eyes certainly did make you feel adored by him, but your desire made you feel impatient, “Spencer, do something or I’ll take care of it myself.”

A growl was all you were going to get in response to your desperate snarky comment. He then brought his hand up to suck on two of his fingers, his pointer and his middle. But, instead of then putting them to good use to help you reach a peak he stalled some more by bringing them up to your own mouth.

“I want you to suck too.” A little whine was all you could give in response before letting his fingers inside your mouth. You sucked diligently, making sure to get them wet enough for you.

Once he was finally satisfied with your efforts he removed them, a slight popping noise escaping. Bringing his hand down slowly was just another attempt to tease some more, but you knew that he’d reach there eventually. No matter how hard it was to be patient, you did so, though with a bit of squirming.

Your hips bucked up immediately in response to his fingers coming into content with your clit, Spencer’s other hand came down to press your hips back down again. He spent his sweet time playing with patterns, circling your clit a few times slowly before switching to a faster figure 8 pattern, seemingly just to get you more desperate.

“Spencer- again if you don’t do more I’ll take care of it myself!” You snapped harder with more venom this time, patience wearing dangerously thin. You thought you heard a small whisper of the word brat underneath his breath, but you decided to table it when he finally did oblige you.

You had to bite down on your lip hard when he stopped circling your entrance to plunge two of his fingers inside of you. The pressure on your lip was most certainly almost enough to break the skin while he began thrusting his fingers inside you in a steady rhythm, crooking them perfectly to make you see stars. You had to bite your lip so hard to combat the raging moans that wanted to escape from you due to the pressure he was putting on your gspot.

He brought his thumb up to circle your clit again once he saw that you were getting close, helping push you closer towards the edge. Your lungs were heaving in gasping breaths mixed with desperate moans as he continued to add stimulation to your most sensitive spots, hitting them perfectly with each crook of his fingers and circling of your clit.

Just as your orgasm was about to wash over you, all of his movements stopped abruptly. The euphoric stimulation you had been feeling was ripped away from you, his thumb on your clit halted, the curling of his fingers ceased, and his mouth that had been pressing kisses and hidden hickies to my collarbone had concluded its actions.

“April fools.” He then removed his fingers from me and promptly sauntered off to his own desk with no other words for you. Your legs were still shaking, more now from being edged to the point that you fully had to sit down onto your desk to try and regain your composure. Your jaw also was hanging slack in shock in contrast to how hard you had been biting your lips earlier while his fingers had been inside you.

A little glance from Spencer was thrown your way that was probably to gage your reaction,

you spotted even in your disheveled and distraught state. You had to admit, it was not what you were expecting and he had got you good. Your plan paled in comparison by far considering you were just going to have the entire office call him Stanley all day- and of course steal the coffee grounds to see if you could provoke an even bigger reaction out of him.

A deep sigh came from you, an non verbal admission of your glorious defeat. He had well and truly got you, it wasn’t as if you could exactly defend yourself and your pranks to the team during judging. Not that you really wanted to defend them, there was no reason to, he had well and truly beaten you. You could accept when you had been beaten, you’d accept defeat with grace. Though you definitely still feared the idea Spencer would come up with as a consolation prize for his win.

Reaching down with your hands to a stack of files on your desk you absentmindedly straightened them, then sitting down in your desk chair. You wriggled around a bit, feeling the dampness in your parties, already regretting sitting down. With another sigh you nodded towards Spencer, an acknowledgement of his momentous victory before getting up again to go clean yourself up in the bathroom to clean up- and maybe splash some cold water on your face. Though by the smirk on his face, there was no way this wasn’t going to happen again. And, maybe with him actually letting you finish or not, the thrill was sometimes in the chase of one. You’d also have to think of your own way of retaliation in the future of course, just because you accepted defeat just now doesn’t mean there wasn't a longer war to be won. Plus perhaps you will admit your deeper feelings for him that you could now see lying beneath his eyes as well, feelings much deeper than desire.

Safe to say you just told the team that you lost fair and square, not divulging why no matter how much Penelope pried. It was without a doubt, a glorious defeat.

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[withcolebrock]

I Drew That

Corpse Husband x fem!reader

Summary: Corpse finds out that Y/N has a drawing of him as her background

Warnings: swearing :)

Word Count: 1,818

Author’s Note: I’ve spent weeks trying to write this piece :/ I just couldn’t find a way to make it how I wanted it if that makes sense but I tried my best. This idea was very cute because I can totally see this happening lol. Especially with like the whole flirty voice thing Corpse has been doing with like Brentman and like James and stuff haha. I hope you guys enjoy it!!

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Tonight was one of the many nights that she was playing Among Us. It had taken over her life, a flood of success followed her once she had played with Sean and Felix. She had gained over two hundred thousand subscribers on her YouTube channel. It had changed her life for the better, in many ways.

For the last three rounds, it had been strict imposter wins. Felix won two of those. Everyone was shocked when it was him the second time, Felix was getting great at the game. The group then decided to switch lobbies because Felix was throwing a fit about getting imposter too much. It was the usual group of Felix, Sean, Poki, Rae, Sykkuno, Leslie, Toast, Dave, Corpse, and Y/N.

Over the last few months everyone in the group had gotten a lot closer. Especially Corpse and Y/N. After the first time they played together, a lobby Sean had created, they had talked for hours after the first game they played. This had continued almost every time they had played  Most of the time, Corpse would be editing his videos while talking with her. It calmed him as he worked. She would be working on her art or scrolling through Pinterest or Tumblr.

They had even FaceTimed several times, where Corpse revealed his face to her. He made a big deal out of it, saying a whole monologue before he turned the camera to his face. She followed in pursuit being very dramatic as well. Whenever they would talk he would play her his music, waiting to see if she liked it. She loved any song he put out, despite it not being her usual music taste.

One night she was scrolling through Tumblr and found an artist who was drawing Among Us players with their little characters. One particular character made her smile and her heart flutter slightly. It was an amazing drawing of Corpse and his little character sitting on his shoulder. It was an art style she was familiar with, she loved supporting smaller artists. It was the cutest thing she has ever seen. Weirdly, it perfectly described him. She loved it so much, she decided to keep it as her phone Wallpaper.

The round started on Mira, where Y/N was a crewmate again. Throughout the whole night, she still hasn’t gotten imposter. “Dammit,” she groaned at the screen. She stood still at the start of the map, waiting to see if anyone would fake tasks at the start. Everyone ran off, not doing them. She quickly followed.

After a long thirty seconds lights get shut off. She ignores the emergency and continues doing her tasks, she stood by the vending machine when Felix killed her. “It’s fucking Felix again!” she leaned back in her chair groaning. She covered her face with her hands. “He’s gotta stop killing me first,” she shook her head. She tried to hide how annoyed she was.

Her body was called by Poki, she was the only dead one. “Oh my god,” Poki said once the screen popped up.

“Y/N no!” Rae yelled, “You guys, she’s died first the last three rounds,”

“Wait really? Oh Jesus, sorry Y/N,” Sykkuo said, a breathy laugh leaving his lips.

“I’ll protect you next round, Y/N, I promise,” Corpse said. Y/N tried to hide her smile and the heat rushing to her cheeks.

“We’ll avenge you, Y/N!” Sean yelled. Soon after everyone grieved her death they began asking each other where they were. Everyone had a solid alibi making it impossible for them to figure out who did it.

“Guys, guys, Y/N died first the last three rounds right?” Toast started, everyone hummed, “Who was imposter these past few rounds?” he explained. Everyone gasped.

“You really think I would kill her first three rounds in a row?” Felix tried to defend himself as the voting time clock turned red.

“You’ve done it twice already!” Sean yelled, voting Felix. Felix was saved since half of the group skipped. She floated around the map trying to get her tasks done quickly so she could talk to her chat without holding back the rest of the group.

She glanced towards her chat, reading a few questions, she shifted her gaze to the game and thought about the questions. “I’ve been working on a cute little animation for you guys, I might do another art stream with you guys. Only if you guys want it, of course.” she read through a few more questions while answering them, while she waited for the meetings to end.

Once all of her tasks were done, she began to talk about her art and fanart. “Yeah, there’s an artist on Tumblr, they are amazing, they deserve so much more recognition,”  she explained as she showed them her lock screen with the drawing of Corpse; without thinking about her chat being curious as to why it was him. Turning her phone back towards her, her eyes widened as realization dawned on her.

The chat began to flood in with questions, begging Y/N to tell them why she had Corpse’s drawing as her background. She chose to ignore the question and continue talking about her own art and showing fan art. Despite trying to change the subject, she sighed dramatically. “Chat, there’s no reason why Corpse’s character is my background, the artist is just good, stop talking about it,” she giggled as the victory screen popped up on her screen.

“Felix what the fuck!” she unmuted in discord. He began laughing as he began to defend his actions. “No, no it doesn’t matter if I know your liar voice, Felix-” After about five minutes of everyone talking the next round started. She was a crewmate again, “I feel like I’m bugged,” she groaned as she started running around doing her tasks. Corpse’s little black character was following her.

“Looks like I got myself a little body guard,” she smiled as she spoke. They walked passed the medbay room, as Corpse moved his character dramatically. She rolled her eyes as they both walked into the medbay room. She didn’t have medbay, but she sat waiting for Corpse to finish. They continued doing tasks together until a body was called. It was Sean’s.

“Y/N’s cleared I was with her the entire time,” Corpse said confidently into his mic. She said the same about him. Poki was acting a little weird during the call, which made Y/N a little suspicious of her.

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When the lights were shut off Corpse was killed by Poki, and he groaned as his body was killed immediately. Poki called out Y/N right away, saying that she was with Corpse the whole time. Corpse glanced towards his chat, finally able to try and read everything everyone was saying. His eyes lit up as he saw her name flash the screen several times.

One person kept spamming the chat saying, Y/N’s has your Among Us character as her background, he smiled as he read it. He knew exactly what the picture was, “Oh really?” he hummed as he continued reading. Everyone was saying how nervous she got when they kept asking her about it. He pressed his lips together nervously. He decided to drop it for now, but he was curious. He looked back up to the screen and began to listen to what was happening during the meeting.

“...You really think I would spend this whole game marinating Corpse for me to kill him in front of Poki? What about that double kill that happened, there was no way I would’ve done that if I was with him.” Y/N explained, over Poki trying to defend herself.

“I think she’s got it guys,” It was down to Toast, Y/N, Sykkuno, and Poki. Everyone quickly voted for Poki. The Victory screen popped up. “I knew you had it, Y/N,” Corpse said as everyone started shouting into the discord.

After a few minutes of them discussing the round, they decided to switch over to Polius. “Hey, Y/N, can I ask you something?” Corpse asked, the group quickly went quiet.

“Sure,” she giggled.

“My chat keeps saying you have my character as your phone background, is that true?” he asked, teasingly. He smiled widely. The entire group started cheering while teasing Y/N and Corpse.

Her mouth dropped open as she tried to find a way to explain it, “Well, uh,” she cleared her throat, “I do actually, it was great art, what was I supposed to do?” she laughed.

“Oooo, someone has a little crush,” Sean teased, Felix quickly joined. The rest of the group was simply laughing along. Corpse stayed silent while the group was teasing Y/N, and Corpse for that matter.

He pulled up Y/N’s Twitter and began to scroll through her feed to find the perfect drawing. He took the drawing that Y/N did of her own Among Us character. It was a drawing of Y/N holding her little character in her hand. It was his favorite piece of art she has done. Mainly because she drew it while on FaceTime with him. He quickly changed it to his iphone background, he glanced back towards the screen, seeing if the game started. He took a screenshot of it and immediately texted it to Y/N.

“Y/N, look at our messages,” he said simply into his mic. The group slowly stopped talking as they waited for Y/N to open the message.

“Corpse, I’m scared,” she whispered, everyone started laughing.

“Just open the message,” he giggled.

She sighed dramatically while she pulled up the messages with Corpse, seeing the screenshot. Her lips fell into a pout as she saw it. “I drew that,” she mumbled into the mic.

“You did,” he whispered, as he felt heat rise in his cheeks. He loved hearing her voice. “It’s my favorite,” he continued.

“Corpse,” she whined as her eyes began to tear up. She didn’t know why, but her heart felt so full. “You didn’t have to do that,” she mumbled, readjusting herself in her chair. She shifted her gaze towards the contact name, Corpseyyy.

“Of course I did, It was beautiful art,” he muttered while he looked back towards his phone, admiring his new phone background.

“Is this..a possible.. New relationship starting?” Sean whispered dramatically into his mic.

“It sounds like it,” Rae interjected. Corpse rolled his eyes dramatically, but he didn’t oppose the idea; neither did Y/N. Rae quickly started the game, letting the tension ease between everyone. Corpse and Y/N got imposter together.

“Oh my god finally,” Y/N said into the mic as she started faking tasks, “Chat, please stop saying I’m blushing, you aren’t helping,” she giggled as she continued the game. She raised her hand to her cheek, feeling the warmth.

[myhockeyworld87]

Under My Skin - Matthew Tkachuk

Word Count: 3,644

POV: Reader

Warnings: Language, Smut, NSFW

Summary: Matthew can be a pest but what happens when your ex, Auston Matthews get under his skin.

Notes: So I’m having a sad bitch moment and thought, why not post this. I finally broke down and wrote for this boy. Who knows if it’ll happen again...haha! At any rate hope you guys enjoy. Happy Reading!

Matthew first met you over a year ago when you’d moved to Calgary for work. You had just finished your degree and a job opportunity had landed you in the same city where he was playing. You’d been out at the bar with some co-workers and had caught his eye immediately. You were everything that Matthew was looking for in a woman, smart, funny, incredibly gorgeous, with a charm that seemed to draw everyone around you in. You were like a magnet and Matthew couldn’t resist your pull.

 That first night he’d barely been able to talk to you. You’d been besotted with people left and right, and it seemed as though every time Matthew worked up the courage to speak with you, you would get pulled away. Matthew finally ran into you on the way to the restroom. Like, literally ran into you. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” Matthew apologized steadying you with a hand on your waist. His hand lingered a little longer than necessary but you weren’t complaining.

 “It’s ok I wasn’t paying attention.” You held up your phone in defense. You’d been so distracted by a text, that you really weren’t watching where you were going. “Did you ever have someone text you that you hoped you’d never hear from again?”

 It was an interesting introduction to a conversation but then Matthew would take any opportunity he could get to speak to you. “Actually, yes.”

 “It’s so annoying, right?”

 “Well, there is a way to solve that problem.”

 Your eyes held his with rapt attention, and Matthew could tell you were clinging to his every word. It was then that it struck him that he never wanted that look to fade from your face. “How?”

 “Come have a drink with me and forgot about whoever it is on that phone.” You smiled. It was a bright, brilliant thing of beauty that Matthew swore could light up the night sky on its darkest days. He was sold right then and there, and with just that simple gesture you had no idea that you’d swooped in and stolen his heart that night.

 You forgot about that text message fairly quickly and just settled into an easy conversation with Matthew. The night flew by and before you knew it, your co-workers were calling it a night and you were all heading home. Matthew asked for your number which you gave in hopes that he would call you soon. Little did you know that after you left, Matthew debated with himself on how long to wait to text you. Every unsaid rule in the code of dating said to wait for at least forty-eight to seventy-two hours before making a move, but Matthew was never one to follow convention. As he lay in bed, he decided to send you a quick message.

 Had a great time tonight.

 It was short and to the point, and Matthew figured if you answered then he would ask you out again. Unfortunately, for Matthew, he wasn’t the only one texting you as you crawled into bed after taking off all your makeup. You were just getting ready to reply to Matthew when another text came in. It was the fourth of the night from the same person that had messaged you before, Auston Matthews.

 You hadn’t spoken to him in months, back when you were in Toronto, and you didn’t plan on speaking to him now, though he seemed to be trying his hardest to get your attention, just as he had been for the last couple of months. Your relationship with Auston had been nothing short of toxic. Oh sure, at first it was all hearts and roses in the beginning. Auston swept you off your feet with that charming smile of his, but then you were young and the flashy NHLer said all the right things, at first.

 You weren’t normally one to tumble into bed right after the first date, though that’s what happened with Auston. He made it seem like you were the only one, but after dating him for only four months you’d found out that wasn’t true. Oh, he tried to brush it off, make it seem like he wasn’t cheating. That the panties you’d found lying tucked between the nightstand and the bed were some old fling and not some random hookup he’d brought home. You wanted to believe him and so you let your heart overpower your head and stayed with him until you’d literally walked in on him in bed with another woman. There was no talking his way out of that one.

 It was an easy decision to break things off with him, though he kept trying to win you back. You were good for his image and he thought that he could keep you happy while he had some fun on the side. The only thing was you didn’t want him back, even though his friends tried to helped his cause. That’s when you decided to take the job in Calgary. It was an easy decision six months ago. Which is part of the reason it surprised you when he texted tonight. He was in Calgary for a game and wanted to talk. You’d honestly were debating seeing him when you’d run into Matthew.

 Matthew, you sighed. His curly hair and shaved sides gave off this bad boy vibe, but as you sat there and talked to him, you’d realized he had to be one of the sweetest men out there. You hadn’t realized at first who he actually was. Auston had turned you off to the NHL scene altogether, so you no longer paid attention to the games, even if hockey was Canada’s major sport. Honestly, you wish you didn’t know he was in the NHL. It was part of the reason you were debating about answering him. Maybe you would just sleep on it and decide in the morning.

 Meanwhile, Matthew was having a mild panic attack. He told himself that maybe you lived close to the bar and had already fallen asleep before you got his text, or that you’d turned off your phone the minute you got home. He constantly kept checking his, looking for those three little dots letting him know that you were sending something back. It was torturous.

 You laid there all of twenty minutes before you decided that you couldn’t resist the curly-haired man that had captured your attention tonight. Grabbing your phone, you shot off a quick, I did too. You typed and erased it three times, wondering if you should add more before finally pressing the send button. There it was done, if he said something back, you’d go from there. Fifteen seconds later, you knew you were in trouble.

 Maybe we could do it again sometime?

 Matthew was sweating as he hit send. He’d never been this nervous before about a woman. They either liked him or didn’t, but you, you were different. He knew that from the moment he saw you. It was even more prevalent now after he’d spent most of the night with you.

 I’d like that.

 Was your simple reply back. One that had Matthew ready to jump up and out of bed with excitement. And so the texting went on for the next ten minutes until he finally ended up calling you. The two of you talked for over an hour, almost as if you’d known each other all your lives, and you completely forgot about the texts from Auston.

 Matthew took you out three days later to an exclusive restaurant in the city. This time you told yourself you’d not make the same mistake you’d made with Auston. So, when the night drew to a close, Matthew drove you to your apartment then very properly walked you to the door and only kissed you on the cheek. It wasn’t what you expected. You’d thought he’d go for more, but Matthew wanted to do things right. He knew you were special and he wasn’t going to mess things up by sleeping with you on night one. He was in this for the long run.

 That was over a year ago. Sure, it had been difficult at first to give him your complete trust, but Matthew had earned it and over time you knew that although he may be a pest on the ice, he was anything but that in your personal life. Now the two of you shared a home and were on your way to making a life together.

 You’d kept your relationship on the down-low, staying off of all forms of social media to keep the wolves at bay. Which meant that no one, including Auston, knew that you and Matthew were dating. That was until he and everyone else saw you in the background of Taryn’s video for Brady’s twenty-first birthday. The picture highlighted Brady but behind him, there was Matthew nibbling on your neck and ear. Fans picked up on it right away, wondering who you were and Matthew decided he was tired of hiding the two of you. A week later he was posting a picture of the two of you holding hands on your way back to Calgary.

 That was dozens of posts and months ago. Your life with Matthew was nothing short of amazing, until the Flames played the Leafs. Matthew was in Toronto while you stayed back in Calgary for work. It was an early game and you joined the other wives and significant others in a small little watch party. Drinks were flowing freely, so you really didn’t catch the exchange between Matthew and Auston in warmups.

 Matthew was minding his own business as he stretched near the centerline. That’s when Auston started with the little jabs. “Nice little piece of ass you picked up Tkachuk.” Matthew was used to guys talking shit about all kinds of things on the ice, though normally it was about him being a dirty player or how Brady was the better Tkachuk on the ice; all that shit he could handle. He wasn’t used to someone taking stabs at you.

 “Shut the fuck up Matthews,” he replied then skated away. If Auston was looking for a fight, he’d get one if he kept up this banter, but not until the game started.

 It wasn’t until the end of the first that Auston got a chance to chirp Matthew again. “Tell me, Tkachuk, does (Y/N) still make the same pretty moans…”

 “Finish that and you’ll regret it,” Matthew told him. It was the only warning Matthew was going to give. Of course, Matthew knew that you’d dated someone in the hockey world and that he’d been a verifiable asshole. He’d never pressed the issue too much as he was trying to turn that stigma about hockey players around. He never liked Auston, he was always cordial to him in non-ice settings but now that he knew he was the cheating bastard who basically used you; he liked him less.

 Play resumed before anything else could happen and Matthew was sure to get in a few good checks in before heading back for the first intermission. When he was back on the ice for the second Auston picked up right where they had left off. “So, you like my sloppy seconds, Tkachuk?” Matthew saw red at the insult, and before he knew what he was doing he dropped his gloves and hit Auston. Inwardly, you cringed at the fight, not wanting to let on to the other girls that you had an idea what the exchange was about. Auston went down easy, with Matthew barely touching him, and so off the penalty box he went, while the Leafs went on the power play. You could see him just sitting there stewing, though you weren’t sure if he was mad at himself for letting Auston get to him or mad at you.

 The game ended up tied in the third, and little did you know that Auston took the opportunity to get a few more digs into Matthew. “Does she get as wet for as she did for me, or do you have to work for it?” Johnny had to hold him back from leveling him after that, but Auston didn’t let up. “She was such a fucking slut for me in bed. You know I fucked every hole…” That’s all he got out before going down hard as Matthew planted a right hook to his jaw. But Matthew wasn’t done and went after Auston as he lay on the ice. Matthew was ejected from the game and the Leafs scored on the power play.

 There was no interview after the game with Matthew, so you had no idea what he was feeling or how pissed he was. As soon as you got home, you tried to call him but it went straight to voicemail. You tried to tell yourself it didn’t mean anything that maybe he never turned his phone back on after the game or maybe they were already on the flight back to Calgary, as the team played at home the following day, but you just weren’t sure. So, you laid in the king-size bed you shared with Matthew, wrapped up in your favorite old t-shirt of his, simply staring up at the ceiling.

 At some point, you must have fallen asleep, for you didn’t hear the door open or Matthew dropping his bag like you usually did. It wasn’t until he crept into bed that you finally knew he was home. He was laying on his back, hands behind his head when you finally rolled over letting him know you were awake. You’d thought about what to say to him before falling asleep but waited for him to say something to you. When he didn’t you simply whispered, “If you want me to go I will.”

 “Go?” Matthew questioned now rolling on to his side so he could see you. “Why would I want you to leave?”

 “I never wanted to be a problem for you, Matthew, especially not with other players.” It was part of the reason you’d never told him that you’d dated Auston, though you should’ve known that Auston couldn’t keep his mouth shut.

 You went to say more, but Matthew stopped you. “You’re not the problem (Y/N). You could never be one.” His fingers ran up and down your arms lightly, just caressing your skin. “I love you, baby.”

 “I love you too.” His lips found yours then, and you melted into the feel of him, savoring how his body started to relax against you.

 “Auston’s an asshole.” Matthew finally said, when the two of you broke apart.

 “Do I even want to know what he said?”

 “Just shit to get me riled up, and it worked.” Your one hand went to the back of his neck, massaging the knotted muscles there. “I’m not stupid. I realize what probably happened between the two of you. I just don’t like hearing it.”

 “We both have pasts, Matthew. We can’t change that, but you’re my future.”

 He gave you a real quick peck to your lips. “And you’re mine. At least I don’t have to deal with him for a couple weeks.”

 You pushed him onto his back before straddling his hips. “Don’t let him get under your skin, babe. When he starts to say something…” you looked him right in the eyes. “And you know he will. Just remind him how you’re the only one I want with me.” You flexed your hips before running your hands up his bare chest. “And in me.” Matthew’s hands went to your waist, where he played with the band of lace on your panties. “You’re more to me than he’ll ever be. Both here,” you taped your heart and then his. “And here.” Lifting your hips, you took your hand and cupped the length of him. His cock instantly hardened under your touch.

 Your words spurred Matthew into action, for the next thing you knew he was ripping your panties, before shimming out of his boxers. His fingers went to your folds, where he found you ready for him. “Fuck you’re so wet.”

 “Only for you Matthew. Only for you.” It was extra reassurance that you knew Matthew needed and tonight you’d give him as many as he needed. He guided your hips down onto his cock and you sighed out with pleasure as he filled you like no one else ever had.

 As you grabbed the hem of your t-shirt Matthew whispered harshly, “Leave it on.” It was one of his Flames shirts; one that had both his name and number on the back. Leaning down you kissed him long and hard, before starting to ride him. It was slow at first, a pace meant to build you both up but not push you over the edge. His hands were everywhere, under your shirt caressing your breasts, wandering down your back to cup your ass, and moving up and down your thighs to quicken your speed.

 Finally, he couldn’t take it any longer and he flipped your bodies so that he loomed over top of you. His thrusts were deep and hard, almost punishing if your body hadn’t wanted him so bad. “You belong to me.” He said as he flexed into you, pushing you up against the headboard.

 “Yes, baby. Only you.”

 “Who?” He asked again and you realized that he was not in the mood to hear any pet names.

 “You, Matthew, you,” you answered knowing that he owned you both body and soul, just as you owned him.

 “That’s right, baby.” Matthew's thrusts were deep and sure, as he knew what would bring you pleasure, and with a few more flexes of his hips, he sent you spiraling out of control, screaming his name.

 “MMMAAATTTTTTTTTTHHHHEEEEEWWW.”

 That was all he needed to catch his high and follow you down, your name on his lips. He rolled onto his side taking you with him; your breaths mingling together as you both calmed. Your nails skimmed down his spine aimless, something you tended to do after sex. Matthew always said he loved the continued intimacy it brought, and tonight it felt like you both needed that. His lips found yours, the kiss loving and tender. “I love you, (Y/N),” Matthew whispered while brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. “And I promise, I won’t let Auston get to me next time.”

 “Good, because you’re the only man I love Matthew, and the team doesn’t need you getting ejected from games because of me.”

 “It won’t happen again.” You truly hoped that it wouldn’t but with Matthew’s temper you never knew.

 It was a little over two weeks later that the Flames were taking on the Leafs, this time at the Saddledome, where you were in attendance. Admittedly, you were a bit nervous on the inside as to what would happen between the love of your life and the once lowlife that you'd briefly called boyfriend. You tried to shake off your nerves with idle chatter with some of the girls, but your eyes always seemed to drift back to where Matthew and Auston were on the ice.

 Matthew for his part stayed away from center ice for warmups, just like he told you he would. It wasn’t until the second period after a blown whistle that Auston finally decided to poke at him. “How’s that girlfriend Tkachuk? You know if I told her I wanted her back she’d leave you in a second.”

 “I doubt that Matthews. She told me you couldn't satisfy her in the bedroom. Something about cumming too soon.” Anger started to radiate across Auston’s face. “You should see a doctor about that.” Matthew skated away, completely ignoring anything Auston would be able to say back.

 The game was tied late in the third once again when Auston tried to rile Matthew up again. Considering he had two assists you understood why they wanted your boyfriend out of the game. “It wasn’t me who had the problem Tkachuk, (Y/N)’s pussy was wider than the Grand Canyon.”

 “Hmm,” Matthew taunted back. “Must be your small pencil dick, because she’s so tight it’s like a vice-grip around me.” Auston took offense and cross-checked Matthew into the boards right as the play began, earning him two minutes in the penalty box. Matthew laughed at him as the ref took him over. Auston wasn’t there for long, as Matthew scored the game-winning goal forty-some seconds into the penalty. You jumped up out of your seat with the rest of the girls cheering and screaming.

 Even though they pulled the goalie, the Leafs couldn’t seem to find the back of the net before the buzzer sounded ending the game. You made your way down to wait outside the tunnel with the rest of the significant others. Most everyone was gone before Matthew finally came out, scooping you up in his arms. “Did you see that baby?”

 “I saw Matty,” you told him, kissing him on the lips. “That goal was impressive.”

 He finally set you back down on your feet. “No babe, that’s not what I meant. I didn’t let him get to me.”

 “Yeah, I saw that too. I’m so proud of you.”

 “Well, he can’t get under my skin about you, when I get to be all over yours.” His hands slid under your sweater and inside your jeans to cup your ass. “Speaking of your skin…let’s go home so I can get you out of all these clothes and see you.”

 You kissed him, long and languidly, before pulling back. “I like that idea. I like it a lot.” The two of you left the arena hands interlaced just as your bodies would be as soon as you got home.  

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[writingthingsisdifficult]

Good intentions

Bucky Barnes x reader

Had to divide the story into four parts, and I’m working as fast as I can to finish the rest.

Please don’t hesitate to tell me what you think :) Especially if you like it.

Everybody's alive.

When Natasha catches your reaction to seeing a soaking wet Bucky coming in from the rain, your life becomes unbearable. Nat considers herself a decent matchmaker, but what happens when both her subjects are resisting her attempts?

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Part 1: Matchmaker

Word count: 4412

It had been raining for weeks. Racing streaks down the glass. Soft drumming against the umbrella. Big, fat drops of water splashing against the pavement, sending shivers through my body whenever they hit my skin. Two in rapid succession on my neck – don't know how, though, my coat collar was pulled up as high as it could go, and my umbrella was larger than average. Then one straight into my ear, which made me squeak in disgust. This had to be an omen.

I shook my umbrella before stepping through the door. No need to be a savage, though from the look of it, I was the only one who cared. A quick nod good morning to Nesta in the reception while making a mental note to call down the cleaning crew. The state of the floor was appalling. Mud and dirt and water – apparently not everyone remembered to wipe their feet before entering the building. And umbrellas all along the wall, dripping on the tiles, creating puddles so large a toddler would happily jump in them.

A long sigh escaped. Time for a stern talk with Nesta again. This was supposed to be a good first impression, not an impression of someone's mudroom. My stomach twisted, this was just the latest in a long string of minor complaints. If she didn't improve soon, I would have to make a note in her file and I hated being strict. Still, it was a part of my job, just like running errands before eight in the morning and longing for the coffee I left in my office. I didn't have to like it.

The elevator pinged. “Hey, Y/N.” Natasha walked out with a smile on her face. Her hair was red again, like flames cascading over her shoulders. Damn, that woman really could carry any hair colour. I nodded and smiled back. “Good morning, Agent Romanov. You're in early. What can I do for you? Love your hair, by the way."

"Thanks. I was wondering if you could help me with something."

I shook off my coat and adjusted the bag on my shoulder. "Of course. What do you need? Let me just –""

The door blew open, banging into the doorstopper before closing behind a sopping wet figure and an umbrella that definitely had seen better days. "Good morning, Y/N. Hey, Nat. Have you seen Clint?" Bucky shook himself, sending a glittering spray of water everywhere.

"No, but check the roof."

The air was knocked straight out of me. I couldn't stop the tiny squeak that tumbled over my lips.  The way his hair stuck to his face did things to me, not to mention how the water glistened on his metal arm. I hadn't felt heat on my face like that since I was seventeen and spilled juice all over my shirt in front of my neighbour Todd.

Swallowing the rest of the rude noises hovering in my throat, I forced a smile and nodded to the elevator. "Saw him by the coffee machine on the third floor earlier, Sargent Barnes." My voice was breathier that usual, and I cursed the weather for calling me out like that, while simultaneously praying to any deities listening that nobody noticed.

"Thanks." He marched to the elevator with a pace that would divide a crowd of people without a word.

Natasha looked between Bucky and me, a devilish smile spreading on her face. Once he was out of earshot, she bumped me with her elbow. “So, Bucky, huh?”

The heat crept up my ears and settled in my temples. Surely I was no more than two seconds from combusting? “What? I don’t… no, I mean –" I drew a big breath and steeled my face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Now, what was it you needed my help with?”

Her eyes locked on mine. "Never mind that… You're a terrible liar."

A good point. I let out a small wheeze and scrunched my eyes shut. "Fine! Yes, Sargent Barnes is a tall drink of water. Is that what you want me to say? Well, yeah, okay. Maybe I do have a thing for him." The defeat was inevitable. Already my intestines were squirming. Nothing good could come from this.

Natasha looked like it was Christmas and her birthday all at once. "I knew it!"

I shrugged, ignoring the rising chill in my chest. How to best deescalate this before it got out of hand? "Well, you are a superspy after all. But please, PLEASE, don't say anything to him. I like my job. Besides, he's a fucking superhero. I'm just… me."

"Just you?" She shook her head lightly and rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, I mean, come on! Look at me!" Holding my arms out, I swayed from side to side. I never liked to draw attention to my body, but apparently she needed the extra visual.

Natasha arched her eyebrow. "I am looking."

She was good, but I couldn't to give up that easily. "Yes, and then you clearly see that I'm ordinary. People like him don't fall for people like me. He's too perfect for that."

"Perf… perfect?" She snorted. "Y/N, Bucky's a mess. He's basically a cucumber with anxiety. Damn, you really have it bad if –"

"I know he has issues. You all do. I'm the one booking everybody's therapy sessions, remember? I'm not talking about his trauma. I'm talking about the fact that he's sweet as a marshmallow and his smile could power a small European country if Stark only found a way to harness its brilliance –"

"And the fact that he's got those broad shoulders and could probably lift and throw a bus if he wanted…"

"And that," I nodded, rubbing the back of my neck to stop that annoying heat from spreading even more. That was a delicious picture, alright. "But I'm nothing special."

"Y/N, sweetie, what are you talking about? You know everything, who's supposed to be where, what we're doing, when we come and go – that's practically a superpower right there. Don't downplay yourself."

The laughter came out dry and humourless. She had to be kidding. Being organised and good at puzzles wasn't exactly rocket science. And besides, I didn't even have a good memory. Without my trusty calendar and phone I'd be running around like Hei-Hei.

"Appreciate your confidence in me, but I don't think so, Nat," I countered and repeated: "Please don't tell him."

She sighed. "I won't."

I tilted my head and put on my best mom-voice. "Promise me."

Her shoulders slumped forward, and she lifted her hand in the air. "I promise I will never tell James Buchanan Barnes about your crush." There was a small pause. "Partypooper!"

"Who's a partypooper?"

I yelped and spun around, looking into Tony's smiling face. "Oh my god, Tony, I mean, Mr Stark." Why did he have to be so stealthy? A big, flashy guy like him ought to be required to announce his arrival with trumpets and drums. Through my galloping heartbeats I noted the glasses were new though, and wondered what kind of new tech they really were. They suited him.

He smirked. “Not the first time a lady has said that to me. But you didn’t answer my question.”

Exhaling, I closed my eyes, just barely resisting the urge to pinch my nose – or maybe kick him in the shin as a diversion. This was going to hell with the express train. “No one. No one's a partypooper.”

“Really?” He turned to Natasha. “Nat?”

I shook my head vigorously, bringing forth all malice I had to my eyes, which I have been told is substantial.

"Y/N has a crush and –"

"Ooh, is it me?" He winked and wiggled his eyebrows.

That made me laugh. "What? Oh, god no." Then I immediately felt bad for my reaction.

"Okay, a little bit insulted, but whatever…"

"She won't let me tell Bucky that she's in love with him," Natasha continued as if she had never been interrupted.

Tony gasped, a look of absolute delight in his eyes.

It was as if the ground disappeared beneath me. A rush of adrenaline almost knocked me off my feet. "Natasha! You promised."

She shrugged and pointed at Tony. "I promised not to tell Bucky. Last I checked, that is not him."

This time I did pinch the bridge of my nose and exhaled deeply, then groaned silently. “Nat!” Even I could hear the desperation in my voice. “Sargent Barnes is a friend. Well, uh, a colleague. Of sorts. I do not -“

“So you didn’t just squeak and burst into flames when he came through that door, huh?” She pointed to the glass door with a grin on her face.

Yeah, this was definitely a torture-the-handler day. Though Natasha was right about my crush, of course, and I wasn't even sure it was just a crush anymore; it had lasted for far too long to be called a crush, I had to keep a professional relationship with all of them.

Truth be told I had had a crush on Bucky since the day we were introduced, but I remembered the exact moment I had fallen in love: it was a chilly spring evening about a year ago. The team had decided to go out to eat, Wanda had discovered a new restaurant downtown, and the food supposedly was to die for. I couldn’t remember what I ate, or if I even liked it, but I remembered the knitted cardigan Bucky wore, the one with the colourful pattern on it. It looked really soft, and I found myself longing to touch it. That wasn’t the moment, though. The exact moment that made me go “Oh shit!” was when I cracked some stupid dad joke, and Bucky unleashed his full laughter on me. Who knew that "Singing in the shower is fun until you get soap in your mouth. Then it's a soap opera," would be my doom? But the sound had stunned me, made me lose my voice for several minutes. If someone had opened my skull at that moment, the only thing they would have found was an empty space and a dial tone - my brain frantically trying to reconnect with my body. If I concentrated I could still hear the ringing in my ears.

I avoided him for a week afterwards - well, tried and failed; my work meant contact with the entire Avengers team at all times - but the mental distance hurt too much to keep up with it. Since then, I allowed the realisation to wash over me, causing me both joy and suffering. And I thought I hid it well. Not well enough, apparently, since Natasha sniffed it out. I resisted the urge to close my eyes and sigh again. However, I couldn’t stop my intestines from curling into a tight ball. She had brought Tony into this after all.

Tony’s eyes shone. It had been a long time since any drama unfurled in the compound. He was practically starved, and this… This was delicious.

Looking between them, I knew this wouldn't end well. "You know what? I'm gonna go set up the briefing. Room 705. Thirty minutes. Don't be late." Fishing the phone out of my pocket, I sent a group text to everyone with time and location. In afterthought the wording in the text might have been a tad too harsh, threatening bodily harm if they were late, but the start of the day warranted some sort of reaction leaking from my brain. I locked eyes with Natasha. "Not. A. Word!"

She nodded, but the grin never left her face.

Tony watched me frantically push the elevator button, and I caught him whispering, not knowing I could still hear him. Or maybe he didn't care. "So what's your plan?"

"What do you mean?"

"Don't you have a plan? You're the resident match-maker here, aren't you?"

Nastasha let out a small laugh. "Do you know why she refuses to do anything about it?"

Tony nodded. “Because she’s professional and a bit afraid for what the people at the top are going to say?”

“No. Well, probably that too, but she thinks Bucky is way out of her league. Something about him being a superhero.” She snorted.

“What?” Tony let out a barking laugh. “Why? Bucky’s like the most timid ex-assassin you can find. I mean, he’s basically a cup of soft serve covered in salt and liquorice."

“I know. We gotta get them together. So, uh, are you in?”

“Uh, yeah! What’s your plan?”

The room finally sealed itself around me and I heard nothing else than the back of my head banging against the mirror wall and F.R.I.D.A.Y. cheerfully announcing what floor I was going to.

Half an hour later I had to step out for a bit to fetch a new cable to the projector, and when I got back, almost everyone were seated. My chest hollowed when I spotted Tony and Natasha sitting together, looking very conspiring indeed.

The urge to either run from the room or break them up rose in my throat, but instead I pulled up a chair next to Sam and focused on my breathing. He was one of the most calming people on the team, and I shamelessly used him as a shield.

Other than the small scare in the beginning, the morning briefing went without hitch. Agent Hill presented the upcoming missions, and I marked my calendar accordingly. Apparently SHIELD had detected a new terrorist group forming in northern Europe, and needed eyes.

Natasha was a given, she could go undetected for longer periods of time, and could take care of herself if necessary. Of course, Clint would come with her. They were an amazing team together, and he would probably go anyway, even if he was assigned to another task. It was better just to let him.

Steve and Sam would step in if it came to that, but would have to keep under the radar until they were needed. Bucky would travel to Europe with the others, but I knew he would set off alone the minute they touched ground in Stockholm. He worked best alone, or so he claimed, and anyway it would be an advantage to spread out. Still, I made a note on my pad to make sure he had everything he needed, and then some. Who knew where his road might lead him.

Bruce and Tony would work together to develop a better algorithm for the surveillance. So far, the terrorist group had evaded SHIELD's best efforts to pin them down. I was actually surprised to learn they didn't even know their name, which made me suspect something big was coming.

The rest of the team was assigned to other, smaller missions, scattered across the States. That way they could easily be reassigned if the situation escalated in Europe.

During the meeting, I kept an extra eye on Natasha and Tony. They sat next to each other, and though I thought I saw them passing notes a couple of times, I didn't want to bring any attention to it. The rest of the group looked oblivious. A sigh of relief escaped me, and Natasha looked up. She nodded imperceptibly towards Bucky, who sat with a bored look on his face and a discarded towel by his feet.

I narrowed my eyes and shook my head, trying my best to stop my ears from buzzing. Suddenly aware of every molecule in the air and trying desperately to ignore the intense weight, I focused all my attention back on Agent Hill’s presentation. Still, Bucky’s presence lingered in the back of my head, and together with the imminent threat from Natasha and Tony, I felt like I was sitting on explosives.

When Maria finally closed her laptop and turned to Director Fury, everybody got up, chatting as if the meeting had been a regular parent-teacher meeting and not a brief on a possible terrorist organisation on the rise.

“Can you believe that people will do things like this?” an agent asked as we all filed out of the room.

“Well, faith is a strong persuader,” I replied with a shrug. “Some are willing to go far for what they believe in.”

“Yeah, but they’re wrong,” the agent continued.

“They’d probably say the same about us,” Sam said, and I nodded.

“There are always two sides to the coin. If not more.”

“But -“

“And then it’s up to us to figure out what to do. We have to look at the big picture. Not everyone is capable of that.” Sam tilted his head with a look of disappointment in his eyes.

The agent huffed and hurried off with a look on his face that either said that he was constipated, or that being schooled by a member of the Avengers was too much for a Wednesday morning.

“Not sure he saw the big picture, Sam.” I shook my head and smiled.

“Don’t think he could. Better hope he doesn’t get promoted soon.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that. He’ll be on desk duty for years still. And I guess you have a little desk duty yourself right now?”

“Well, actually… I was hoping you could do me a favour.”

Uh-oh. That sounded ominous. “Of course. What can I do, what do you need?” My voice rose to mimic the retail job I had before I got lucky enough to join SHIELD's training and ultimately land my dream job.

Sam grimaced. "I gotta go to Louisiana. Just a short trip, couple of days maybe."

"Shit, don't think Director Fury would be too happy about that right now, not to mention the rest of upstairs. You're supposed to be on silent duty until you leave for Sweden."

"Yeah, I know that, it's just… Cass and AJ has been asking me to come visit. And Sarah's getting sick of their nagging. Also, I sorta promised on the phone yesterday. Didn't know there would be a world crisis today."

Smiling softly, I hid the urge to smack my face into the wall. This was going to take a lot of explaining and string-pulling. He was supposed to go no-contact for the duration of the mission, but I hated disappointing the boys. And Sarah was a good woman. She didn't deserve being let down, even though it technically wasn't Sam's fault this time.

"Sam, you're such a softie," I said after some consideration. "Go. I'll figure something out. Just be back before the weekend, okay? And –"

"Yeah yeah, and I'll come in at once if the situation escalates before we're scheduled to head out."

I gave him a crooked smile to disguise the trouble he had just handed me. "Sure. But I was gonna say bring back some of that pecan pie. I've been dreaming about that since last summer."

Sam let out a loud laugh and kissed the top of my head, melting my nervous soul to a gooey puddle. "You're the best. Thanks."

"Fly safe."

"I always do."

"Really now?"

"Oh so that's how it is, huh?"

"That's how it is. Say 'hi' to Sarah for me."

With a short wave, he took off down the corridor, leaving me quietly screaming and already doing the mental gymnastics to find a solution.

***

Departure time was in two days. Everyone was on edge, trying their best to prepare for any eventualities, both inconceivable and expected. After a short meeting with the departure crew to share the last pieces of intel, I felt empty and tired. Missions always affected me more than they should. These people were my friends; if anything were to happen to them, my world would collapse.

Apparently I wasn't the only one feeling a bit drained. No one was in a hurry to leave, and the conversation was hushed and weary.

"You know what we need?" Tony said loudly, slicing through the silence and winking to Natasha. He thought I wouldn't notice, but I did, and the suspicion grew in my chest. What now?

"Pizza!" they said in unison. "We should gather everyone, before we all go."

Tony nudged my arm. "My treat. What do you say?"

Narrowing my eyes, I tilted my head. "…sure."

"Oh, don't be like that. We all need good pizza. Especially today, what with all this rain. Hey, F.R.I.D.A.Y., you know that pizza bakery up the street, the one with the chicken one. Order pizza for everyone. Remember the one with pear, brie, and white sauce. Have it delivered to the lounge."

That did it for me. If he ordered my favourite, I'd be damn sure to eat my part. "When?"

"Uh…" He looked at his watch. "Noon. I'll send out a ping. Don't worry about it."

"Thanks. I do have a ton of things to do to make sure you guys don't die on this trip." I tried to keep it light, but now that the thought had settled in my mind, I had to fight off the tears. It was a miracle I managed to keep the tremble from my voice.

An hour later I tripped over the doorstep to the lounge, surprised to see it was empty except for Tony and Natasha and a huge stack of pizzas. "Where is everybody?" The door clicked behind me, sealing the silence in.

Natasha shrugged. "Late?"

At that moment the door opened again and Bucky sauntered in with a mischievous smile on his face. "Gimme the pizza and nobody gets hurt."

"Jeez, Buck. Remember your manners. There are ladies present." Tony grinned, but opened the top box and helped himself to a slice.

Bucky snickered and rolled his eyes. "Sorry, Y/N," he said with an over-the-top flourish. "I hope you can forgive my insolence." He gestured towards the pizzas. "Ladies first."

My heart did a somersault, but I managed to keep it cool on the outside. "Insolence forgiven," I replied, swallowing a hiccough that lodged itself in my throat, before taking a plate and sifting through the boxes until I found the right one. Loading my plate, I sat down, sinking into the soft cushions. Only thing missing now was some candles and a drink, and I'd be set for the day.

Natasha gave Tony a pointed look. Two minutes later he picked up his phone and half jogged out the door. That was odd. Tony never jogged.

I looked between Natasha and the door, the pizza forgotten halfway between the plate and my mouth. She looked anywhere but at me, but was saved from a confrontation by her phone ringing. "Gotta take this," she muttered. "Can't prepare enough for the trip." She smiled apologetically and left the room. That was a lie, of course. She had full control; all intel was already read and destroyed. And if something new had come up, I would have been notified too.

Suddenly the plate felt heavy in my hand. Maybe it was naïve, but I had expected Natasha and Tony to respect my wishes; after all I had made it absolutely clear that they should leave it, hadn't I? Their amusement and entertainment wasn't worth being an inconvenience to Bucky.

"What's going on?" Bucky asked when the door clicked behind Natasha.

"I… I don't know," I lied haltingly.

Bucky shrugged. "Oh well. Might as well catch up on some paperwork before the flight too. See you later." With one slice between his teeth and another in his hand, he left the room with a friendly wave.

"Sure. See you." I spoke to his back; the glass door had already closed behind him. The lump in my throat grew. Even though Tony had ordered my favourite pizza, I no longer had any appetite. My mouth was dry, and it was a struggle to swallow. In a fit of frustration, I kicked the table, smacking my toe in the process. The pizza slice slid from the plate and landed on my thigh. "Fuck!"

"Ooh, pizza!"

I spun in my seat. Steve had just arrived, and that made me feel a little bit better at least. He was always a laugh.

"Where is everybody?" He looked around and spotted my moping figure, holding an equally sad slice of pizza. "You okay?"

"I guess," I replied, trying to smile and failing miserably. "Everybody else left. The mission, yeah?"

"Right. I thought everything was planned and okayed."

I couldn't bring myself to fill him in on the situation. If he didn't already know, it was nice to have someone neutral by my side. "Yeah, I don't know."

Their scheme was becoming clear; making Bucky spend time with me alone. But it was a failure. Even he thought it was awkward, and he obviously didn't want to be alone with me. Not that I blamed him. If I was him, I'd do the same.

I glanced at my watch. 12.30. Just then Sam, Bruce, Wanda, and Vision spilled into the room, heading towards the pizza like a herd of hungry goats. Slowly my appetite returned too, and half an hour later the blow to my heart was a painful memory pushed to the back of my mind by excellent pizza and wonderful friends.

Later that day I ran into Tony on the way to the garage. He tried to slip past me, but had to stop when I blocked the door, arms crossed over my chest and puffing myself up as much as I could. "Seriously, Tony! What did you expect to happen, huh? That I'd just throw myself in his arms because we were alone? Because newsflash: I've got both self-control and decency. Do you really think I've never been alone with him before?"

At least he had the decency to look thoroughly chastised, and he mumbled something inaudible I thought maybe sounded like an apology.

No way he was getting away with a tiny one. "What was that? I couldn't quite hear you."

"It was Nat's idea," he said, trying a smirk that didn't work at all.

"I very much doubt that," I replied, dragging a hand over my eyes. "Do I have to call Pepper? I didn't think so," I added when he shook his head. "Do better! Now excuse me. I have a lot of work to do to ensure you actually don't die on this mission." With a final, exaggerated frown, I turned and marched out of the room, ignoring the samba in my chest.

Part 2: Eel infested waters