#and then even worse. two months later and he's back to life and he can SEE THE SCULPTURE YOU MADE OF HIM. HE CAN SEE HOW YOU MADE HIS 6 PACK

[joelsmeadow]

Forbidden Fruit [Part 2] - Joel Miller x AFAB!Reader

Summary: this is the fix it chapter. Joel and Reader are in an established relationship as he heals from his injuries, and the younger members of the family make a guest appearance for family movie night.

Contents & Warnings: spoilers for 2.02 but That didn't happen. Age gap unspecified but exists. Established relationship. Unprotected PIV. One (1) degrading pet name from Joel. Praise. One (1) spank. Mentions of traumatic injury. PTSD implied/briefly mentioned. Creampie/unsafe PIV. Reader is AFAB but no physical description beyond being able bodied (or at least moreso than Joel).

Notes: we can all collectively agree 2.02 was not a vibe, yes? Cool. I offer my contribution to the fix it stash.

Word Count: 2.7k. || Part 1 Here

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You've lost count of how many times you've thanked whatever God is still listening for Joel's life.

Having lived through and existing in the world of the outbreak, you thought you knew fear. Nothing could have prepared you for the sheer terror that had come with Ellie and Jesse riding back into Jackson after the blizzard, Dina half conscious with Ellie, and Jesse supporting a literally comatose Joel.

A group of five, they had explained. Military, maybe. Former Fireflies. One with a vendetta. She had beaten Joel half to death before Ellie and Jesse had arrived. Had had the element of surprise and sheer fucking luck on their hands.

He had been unconscious for the better part of a week, and you? You had felt frozen in time with him, barely moving from his side unless you had to, whilst the town doctor and medics moved around you like bees.

That was months ago now. Joel's eyesight was worse in one eye, it had taken him a while to recover from the concussion, and he walked with a limp - would walk with a limp for the rest of his life, if the doctor was right.

But he was alive. Alive and with you. Alive and reconciled with Ellie, who had not only managed to work out their issues, but had finally started calling him 'dad'. Joel hadn't made a huge deal out of it, but you knew it meant the world to him. More than the world.

He had expected you to leave; you're young, he had said. You didn't need to be saddling yourself with a broken old man, he had said. You had kissed him until he had shut up, changed the butterfly bandage on his forehead, pressed a featherlight kiss to his uninjured temple. And eventually he had realised you meant it. That you weren't going anywhere. That you, and Dina, and Jesse, were all a part of his family now.

The months ticked on; Jackson slowly rebuilt, Joel slowly healed, and you moved into his house. Every night that you fell asleep beside him, every morning you woke tangled together, and you didn't take a single one for granted.

Ellie wanted to make fun of you, wanted to tease in the way that only a young adult watching a parent fall in love could manage, but she had come so close to losing Joel too that any joke or comment about acting like it was the last day you'd get together seemed to hit a little too close to home.

The weather is warming, though it's still cold outside. Still a faint chill in the air. The day is slowly turning to evening, and you have a pot roast on the stove ready for later.

Dina has made coffee; everyone has a mug. Joel sits on the couch, his glasses a little crooked as he tips a spoon of sugar into his coffee cup. Ellie sits on one side of him, Dina with her head on her shoulder. You sit on his other side, leaning into him like you're one person instead of two.

All that's missing from this scene is -

"Fuckin' hallmark postcard in here." Jesse shakes snow off his boots on the porch and hangs up his coat as he walks in, ignores the middle finger he's given in greeting from Ellie.

"You're late. We were gonna start without you." Dina says, clearly ribbing him.

Jesse looks mock horrified, turns to Joel as if to clarify that such blasphemy would occur. Joel just offers the younger man a 'I just live here' sort of shrug and a grin.

You get up to fix Jesse a coffee, come back to him sprawled in the armchair, Die Hard loaded up on the television waiting. It's an old movie. A classic, really. The sort of thing you can all lose yourselves in.

Which you do, for the next few hours; the five of you lose yourselves in the action movie misadventures of John Maclane, quoting your favourite lines to one another back and forth over the dinner table long after the credits roll.

The five of you eat the pot roast, the strawberry tarts you made especially for movie night because they're Joel's favourite. It's close to nine when the girls - women, really, but they'll always be girls to you - retreat out to the garage for the night. You offer the spare room to Jesse but he just grins, says he has to be up early for a patrol anyway, and bids you goodnight.

You wash the dishes and Joel leans against the bench top to dry them, both of you packing everything away before you go up to bed for the night.

He's still a little slow on the stairs, much to his own chagrin, a step behind you with muffled cursing.

"Fuckin' leg. Bitch knew where she was shootin', dammit."

Wordlessly you stop so you can help him. Ignore the attempt to muffle the sigh he makes, because he hates needing help. Hates that he accepts it, even though he loves you dearly.

"I know what you're thinkin', that I'm damn lucky to still have my leg," Joel grouses as you reach the bedroom, help him with the flannel shirt that he's wearing.

"Actually, no." You say, as you hang up the well loved green and blue plaid, "I'm thinking I'm lucky you're still here, bad leg, complaints and all."

You turn around to see him shaking his head with an unreadable expression on his face.

"Make it fuckin' hard to complain about shit when you put it that way, sweetheart."

You sigh, worried you've upset him as you cross to the bed where he's sitting, wrap your arms around him.

"You can complain as much as you like. I'll be glad to listen. Because it means you're still here with me." You press a soft kiss to his mouth. Inhale the wood and gunpowder scent of him.

Joel wants to tell you that that's lame, that he's too old to be worthy of that sort of affection. But he doesn't, because he's been so close to death he can taste it, and if for some reason you feel the same way about him as he feels about you, well. That's your issue.

So what he says instead is:

"Sorry, sweetheart. Ain't getting rid of me that easy."

Wanting to make you laugh. Only, you don't. You manage a weak giggle, only your eyes well up a little and it makes him feel like shit, because while he's at a point where he can joke about how close to death he was, it still upsets the hell out of you and Ellie.

"Aw, shit. Don't cry, darlin', I'm okay..." he pulls himself up off the bed so he can wrap you up in his arms, pull you against his broad frame and let you feel the warmth of him, his steady breathing.

You bury your face in his chest and listen to his heart, strong and steady, until you don't feel like you're about to break into a million pieces or hyperventilate. Then and only then do you look up at him.

You want to tell him he scared the hell out of you, but what good is that? He knows that already, and it's not exactly his fault. So you go for something else instead, something equally true.

"I love you, Joel, you know that?"

His thumb brushes away a stray tear that's still on your cheek as he nods.

"Yeah, darlin', I know. I love you too."

Maybe before the incident at the lodge he might have taken your words less seriously, but now, with a far too close call under his belt, Joel knows how much he means to you. How much you mean to him.

How, as he had been sure he was going to die, he had hoped somehow you would feel that he loved you as he left the world. Only to come to a week later with you on one side, holding onto his hand like you thought he might disappear if you let go, Ellie on the other.

How the first words out of his mouth had been "my girls okay?" before you'd dissolved into relieved sobs and Ellie had begun berating him about how he'd scared her to death and was he stupid and how fucking dare he do that to them all, as if he had had any say in his own attempted murder.

"Joel-"

You barely get his name out of your mouth before he's on you, his lips covering yours, gathering you up in his arms again, because fuck if he isn't going to savour each and every one of these moments with you now.

The kiss is long, intense. Half because he doesn't think he'll ever get tired of kissing you, and half because he doesn't want to hear your protests about how he still needs to take it easy. He can take it easy when he's in his eighties and on his actual deathbed. Having been there before, he knows he's nowhere close at the moment, and nothing is going to stop him from being intimate with you.

"Joel, we have to - mm - be careful," sure enough, you get the words out as he pulls your shirt off, nuzzles into your collarbone and kisses the side of your neck.

"Fuck being careful." Joel growls into your skin, somehow soft even after the harshness of the outbreak and the weather. "Keep tellin' me to be careful I'll tie you to the bed and fuck you like the mouthy slut you're actin' like."

He's rewarded with heat rushing to your cheeks, the knowledge that he can toe the line between sweet and filthy just right without actually disrespecting you. Only -

"Your back would give out before you could, old timer." You tease, and he laughs, lays a heavy swat to your ass with his big hand.

He can't even be pissed about it because you're right. Twenty years ago he could have bent you over every surface in this house. Maybe even ten. But now, rough sex between you involves you on your hands and knees, maybe his hand around your throat.

He's become softer with age, more gentle in how he handles his lovers. Even moreso with you.

"Shut up," he mumbles, though he's still kissing your throat so you know you're off the hook this time as you thread your fingers through his soft curls.

Even between kisses and the slowness that comes with his damaged leg, you manage to get every layer of clothing between you off, tossed to the floor of the bedroom with very little regard for it. You'll probably grumble about it in the morning when you go to do laundry while he laughs at you, but for now it's the furthest thing from your mind as you collapse back onto the bed, tugging him with you.

He might still be recovering from an injury and older, but he's still strong, still able to prop himself up on one hand as he leans over you, cages you in.

Your hands wander, gentle, reverent almost, as you lightly touch each and every scar on his body. Less than a year ago, he barely let you see his torso, see the map of brutality time has left across his olive skin. Now he almost hums and purrs under your touch as your hands move back up to his face. Cup his cheeks as you lean up to kiss him, moan when he licks into your mouth.

His free hand moves between your thighs, finds you soaked for him already, just from a few kisses, a few touches. Joel doesn't think he'll ever get over that, that feeling of elation that comes with being so easily wanted by someone, without any sort of stipulations.

"Joel..."

He doesn't think he'll ever get over that, either. That soft, whimpering plea of his name that somehow manages to be so full of equal parts love and lust.

Normally you both make an effort with foreplay, take pride in it, enjoy it. Taking your time with one another. But there are times like this where you just need each other, need to become one too much to bother with anything beforehand. All he cares about in this moment is that you're wet enough to take him, and God knows you are.

He slides into you in a single, fluid motion, grunting with satisfaction as your tight heat welcomes him, your fingers flying to his curls and knitting there as you inhale sharply.

Joel loves that fucking sound. That sweet little intake of breath when he fills you up with his cock, knowing it's almost too big for you. Almost too much, and yet you're always begging for him to keep going.

"You good, sweetheart?" He knows you are, can feel your warm inner walls constricting around his cock, can feel how wet you are. Can see the pleasure on your face even without him moving.

Still, you nod, confirm your pleasure with him before he moves, rolling his hips against yours. He has to be careful, doesn't want to piss off his stupid damaged leg, doesn't want you to worry, so he goes for slow and deep rather than fucking into you hard and fast like he once used to.

You don't mind; find you prefer this pace anyway, the intimacy of it, of his broad frame caging you in as he moves above you. You draw your knees up so he can get deeper, moaning when he hits your sweet spot.

"Fuck, good girl, such a pretty sound-" he groans, runs his thumb over your lower lip before he leans down to kiss you.

Eagerly you lean up to return the kiss before you fall back against the pillows, settle yourself there as you pull him close. His mouth finds yours, before he kisses down your throat.

Pressing his cock in deep, he grinds against you, drawing obscene moans from your lips as his mouth finds a peaked nipple, sucks it into his mouth greedily. Only when you're trembling beneath him does he release it with a lewd pop before giving its twin the exact same treatment, still grinding against you, getting the entirety of his thick length deep inside.

He isn't playing fair, is pulling every single trick he knows to make you cum, and it's working. Before you even realise it, you're almost there, a whimpering, trembling mess as he devours your mouth in greedy kisses.

"Go on, sweetheart. Go on an' cum for me now."

It's that soft, still dominant demand that sends you. Your entire body trembles beneath his as your pussy tightens around him, fluttering and weeping around the cock splitting you open.

Joel doesn't last much longer, knows you don't give a shit whether he lasts three minutes or thirty, groaning and cursing as he spills inside you, using the very last of the stamina he has to prevent himself from collapsing on top of you.

It's only after, when he's rolled off of you and you're curled under the blankets together, his arms around you, that the thought strikes you.

"Do you think Jesse didn't take the guest room because he knew?" You ask.

Joel fixes you with a look that can only be described as amused.

"Yeah, darlin', I think he knew."

You dissolve into a fit of laughter, mildly horrified by the idea that the younger adults in your lives are, God forbid, aware you have a sex life.

He shakes his head, presses a kiss to your forehead as you curl into his side. Maybe tomorrow you'll go into town, trade some strawberries from your garden for something. Bread, maybe.

One thing is for certain. Neither of you take these little moments for granted, nor the love you have for one another and your strange little family.

[pocketramblr]

Trying to imagine, like, being the artist the us government commissions to make a statue in memorial of Superman's death, like. You're probably from Metropolis. A ton of your city was destroyed by Doomsday and you just watched Superman die live on TV. And now you have to sculpt Superman's six pack while crying out of grief and working as fast as you can because you have to get this thing done on short notice for his funeral because apparently they're going to put his literal actual body under your art. The government says you have to put an eagle on it. Superman is dead, so many other people are too ,and you have to sculpt his six pack and a bald eagle.

[ashes-of-rozes]

AFAB!Pregnant Wife

Telling the batfam you’re pregnant (it’s Bruce’s)

Bruce:

You’re nervous as hell. He has four adopted kids, one biological, and three more that aren’t his but are his at the same time. You just got engaged a month ago. He’s going to think you’re baby trapping him. But just get it over with. Like ripping off a band-aid.

“I’m pregnant.”

He stares at you for a long moment. You’re pretty sure he’s not breathing. Way to fuck up the rest of my life—

He sweeps you off your feet. Literally. He holds you tight. But not too tight. He doesn’t want to hurt the baby. “How long,” he murmurs, pampering soft kisses along your neck. “About eight weeks. But I just found out last night,” you answer. He beams. You’ve never seen him light up so fast. So bright.

“You’re carrying our child?” A simple nod is all it takes.

He comes back from patrol a little earlier, is a little extra careful to not get hurt so he can take care of you. And if he was spoiling you before? It’s so much worse now.

Dick:

“You had something important to tell me? Are you okay? Is Bruce being Bruce again? Because I swear—“

“I’m pregnant.” You blurt out. Dick stares at you. “Is it his?” You’re a little offended but you can see the smile forming on his face. “Of course it’s his,” you defend. Dick laughs, wide and happy. His shoulders are relaxed for the first time in a while. “I’m happy for you. Is he smothering you already?”

So you bond over Bruce’s excessive need to spend his insane amount of money on everything.

But Dick does it too. If he sees a toy or an outfit he thinks you’ll like? Bought. He saw a collection of baby clothes based off of hero’s, bought the Nightwing ones all the way up to 2T and had them delivered to the manor.

Bruce was not happy.

Tim:

“You’re pregnant.”

“What,” you ask, “How did you even—“ “You haven’t touched alcohol at dinner for days. You’re constantly hydrating. And anytime you’re anxious, you hold your belly. It’s not rocket science,” he explains. You can see the bags under his eyes but he’s smiling, “You know that baby is going to get spoiled to hell, right?”

A nod.

He snorts, “Good. Cause as soon as they’re old enough to walk, they’re in Uncle Tim’s hands. I am going to teach them to kick Damian’s ass.” He leaves before you can say anything.

It could’ve gone worse.

Damian:

“I’m pregnant.”

This is the most nerve racking one. He’s the ‘blood son’. He’s always screaming it. Even if it is a little adorable how he uses it, you’d never tell him that. He stares at you for a long moment. “Does father know?”

“Yes.”

A long pause. He continues to stare at you. He’s harder to read than Bruce. “Can I teach them to sword fight,” he asks. It’s softer than his usual tone and there’s a soft pink on his cheeks that you really want to tease about but won’t. “Can you wait till they’re at least five or six,” you ask.

What even is my life?

He nods, “That’s acceptable.” Another pause. Then a small upcurl of his lip, “Congratulations.”

Jason:

He finds out through the media.

Not for lack of trying. But he hasn’t returned your texts or calls asking to speak to him. You know he cares a simple 911 or help and he’d be there in an instant but asking to talk? Yeah. No.

He storms into the batcave, spots you with a hand on your stomach and sipping water. He’s pissed.

“You didn’t tell me.”

Dick drags Tim away to give you two privacy. His face softens just enough to ease the tension in the air, “How far along?” “About nine weeks,” you reply. He sighs, “Do you need anything? Nausea medicine? A new future husband-slash-father?” That gets a small laugh from you.

Jason sighs and smiles, reaching for his gun. “Do you know how to use this?”

“No, but—“

He shoves the gun in your hand, “I’m teaching you. The media knows Bruce Wayne’s wife is pregnant. If we can’t get to you, you and the baby have to stay safe.”

So he teaches you to use a gun. Then personally gifts you one at your baby shower months later.

Bruce is not happy.

[kabr0ztrousers]

Similar to the portal one. But reader is a chubby witch in a house full of diffret species (not picky on the type). Anything with a big size differance is chefs kiss though. She has a crush on one of them. So she puts a portal spell on a toy and leaves it out for him to find. And he does but what she didn't realize was how many of her roommates share there toys. And now she has live with the consequences or for some the reward

You can even do a continuation were they figure out what she did and they give up on the toy and just start to use her instead

Kabr0z Writes episode 68: Toying Around

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

CWs: infidelity via deception; dubcon via deception; public sex; free use; autocunnilingus

A/N: Ah, my two great loves, portals and free use... Whatever would I do without them.

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You finally figured it out. You'd had the hots for Andy for months, ever since he moved in with you. You were already living with Debbie, and the pansexual lupines Paul and Brian couldn't object to the new housemate; they were fucking practically every night, and weren't quiet about it. The only problem is, Andy only had eyes for Debbie, and you weren't about to fuck up the flat dynamic by stealing her man.

But what a man he was, the very ideal of a minotaur. Eight feet tall and as wide as a doorframe, 150 kilos of pure muscle and sinew, with biceps thicker than your plush thighs. The time you walked in on him in the shower (totally by accident, you understand) sealed it. He was equally huge down below, a cock as long and thick as your forearm. You got wet just thinking about burying that flared monster in your cunt. You just had to get around his obnoxious fidelity first.

That's where a little bit of magic comes in.

Magical study can be understood as ten domains, or spheres, interacting with one another. Forces is the flashy one for tossing fireballs, entropy is the scary one for making things degrade, life is the one for healing wounds or changing your shape, if you can think of it, there's a sphere that does it. Your speciality was a little more esoteric: correspondence. Correspondence is the magic of spatial relationship, specifically the realisation that distances are an illusion and can be subverted with a little know-how and just enough gumption. Theoretically, correspondence lets you teleport too, through a process of literally not being here and being somewhere else, but when that goes wrong it's not uncommon to accidentally become part of a building or worse, so prudent mages only pull that trick in times of direst need.

This trick was almost too easy. You'd get his usual cocksleeve, take out the insert, and link the end of it with the gusset of a pair of knickers. Barely a party trick, it's the same mechanism for pulling a rabbit out of a hat, though with any luck there wouldn't be any pulling out happening. A few magic words, and one exsanguinated mouse later, a hazy film lay on the top of the toy you'd pilfered. You pushed a finger into it, and watched it come out of the inside of the underwear you'd used for the other side. Pulling on the panties you tested again.

Yep, you could feel your finger stroking your pussy lips, a hint of wetness coming away on your hand as you did. You'd always been curious of this. You brought the tube to your face, smelling the warmth of your cunt through the portal as you licked yourself through it. Damn, you taste good. Too good, and god does it feel right. Your tongue explored your nethers, running up and down your slit, lapping up your wetness and circling your clit. Either you're a natural at this, or you're getting far too turned on by the idea of being able to really fuck yourself.

It wasn't easy to stop, but you knew if you let yourself cum like that you'd be there all day, and you wanted to be out of the house before Andy came home from work. He was always pent up when he came back, and modifying his normal cocksleeve into your enchanted pocket pussy was a simple job. He probably wouldn't notice, at least not until he was already balls deep into you. By that point, he might not care.

Replacing the toy, you slipped on a sundress and made your way to the park. You weren't going to risk being caught in the flat while he wanked off with you. There's a quiet spot under a weeping willow, right near the river, about a mile into the park where nobody goes, not even the dog walkers.

That's where you sat, channeling the power of the river and the forest, recharging as you waited. Getting fucked here would probably help, if anything, sex carries powerful magic. It's just a pity he wouldn't be here in person.

Something touched you. A gentle fingertip slid some lube over your pussy, coating your lips in a cold, slick film. The finger pushed in, rubbing the lubricant around the inside of you, feeling the texture of your inner walls. It pulled out. Moments passed. Seconds felt like hours as your mind raced. Of course he'd figure it out, he'd have to lube his toy before fucking it otherwise that huge bitch-breaker would rip it in half!

Or not. The flare pressed against your hole briefly, before forcing its way in. You groped a tit as it pushed in, filling you slowly before he started fucking himself properly. He was going fast, faster than anyone could fuck. Every push made you yelp, your eyes rolling back as it hammered into you, getting deeper and deeper with every push. Your yelps and whines reached a crescendo, the hammering cock driving you to orgasm hard against it.

You felt yourself tensing, gripping the flared beast inside you as your toes curled and your body shook. The force of the orgasm almost made you fall backwards, your arms catching you as your back arched, your hips pushing up against a man who wasn't there as you groaned.

He wasn't far behind. The flare flattened against the entrance of your womb as he pulsed into you, delivering his cum right where you wanted it. The thick liquid steamed through your cervix in a river, filling you in an instant before threatening to spray out around the sides. He held the toy down, keeping you hilted as he pumped you to bursting.

At last, the flare started to recede, he pulled out. You felt the still too wide tip pulling on your entrance before popping out in a fountain of thick cum. You lay, panting on the sparse grass, shielded from passers-by by the fronds of the willows above. It's another simple spell to prevent pregnancy, a handful of river water mixed with a little ash and daubed over your belly neutralises the semen filling your womb. Life magic wasn't your speciality, but a witch knows the rudiments.

You picked yourself up and started to walk back to the main park. It's about a 20-minute walk at a decent clip, but you were taking your time.

Something touched your pussy again. Not a finger, not Andy's flared member, something else. Thinner, shorter, already leaking fluid into you. Have you been borrowed?

The new cock was slower, fucking you like it was savoring the experience. The minotaur cum lubricating him as he slid in and out.

You looked for somewhere to duck out of the way, slipping into a bush as the cock slowly fucked you. It wasn't as big as the minotaur, but the languid pace made you squirm.

It sped up for a few pumps, making you arch yourself again, before slowing down. The cock twitching and throbbing in your cunt, it hadn't knotted you yet, the slippery precum adding to the mix of fluids dripping out of you.

Over and over, the slow stroking punctuated by fast thrusts, each time drawing moans and gasps from you as the canid cock edged inside you; each time brought you to the very edge, before slowing back down and leaving you panting.

The fast fucking started again, this time you clenched yourself against it, feeling the thickness of the cock pressing back at you. You created your peak, tears welling in your eyes as you half-moaned, half-sobbed your release. The knot filled you up, and another man's cum started to fill you.

Walking is hard when you have a tennis ball sized knot plugging you up, harder still when that knot is moving and thrusting with a mind of its own.

You staggered home, the knot staying hard, holding the rest of his cock in you as it twitched and pumped more and more into you. Lupine cum isn't as thick as a minotaur's, but there's just so much of it; you could feel it dripping down your legs, the unmistakable smell of fresh cum filling your nostrils. You were just glad you didn't need to take the bus.

You finally got home, the knot still in you, and slid into your room, waiting for it to pull out.

A knock on the door

"Hey" It's Andy "I know what you did. I gave you to Paul, he's loaded Brian up with boner pills, so don't expect to be getting out any time soon. Next time you want to hook up, just ask, OK?"

Well, looks like you're in for the long haul.

Worth it.

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Not sure how I did on that. The minotaur fucking was fun, but was the lupine as good, or did it overstay its welcome? Maybe I'm being over critical because it's my work.

Either way, if you have a request for any scenarios you want to see or kinks you want me to explore, please do drop an ask! If you're not sure if it oversteps any boundaries, send it and I'll make a decision. The worst I'll say is no

[purplecoffee13]

The Silent Type*

Summary: “Harry, the quiet guy in the office, has silently admired you during your time working for the firm. Now that your work there is done, Harry finds that he can’t let you go just yet…”

Wc: 5k

Tropes: colleagues (ceorry/nerdrry)

Warnings: SMUT, overstimulation, daddy kink, switch sub/dom dynamics, oral, choking

A/N: SUP Y’ALL!!!! God I have just been waiting to be able to write again! I still have some exams coming up next week, but I spent all evening writing this one shot because I have been dying to get back into it😋 This is my first time writing a more subrry tinted fic, so I hope you enjoy it!

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Harry has never been one to talk much.

It is one of the reasons why he chose the career of software developing. Most of it, he could do on his own.

It wasn't so much that Harry hated people, he just preferred his own company. More people tend to complicate things, and Harry is a more logical guy.

That was until he met you.

About three months ago, the company for which Harry worked had started their expansion, and he was to lead the people transferred to that section of the firm. With the expansion also came new employees, and that’s where you came in.

You had been temporarily hired by the company to weed out applicants, and assist the current HR manager to help with the job interviews.

Harry still remembers that first day when you walked into the office, all nervous and fidgety. He had spotted you through the glass walls of his office, and couldn't physically tear his eyes off of you.

It wasn't until your third day helping in the office, that you actually met Harry. You had no idea what to think of him. Well, besides the obvious, of course. He was ridiculously handsome, and from the way he was staring at you, you figured that maybe he was thinking something like that about you too.

But he didn't talk.

Your first time meeting consisted of nothing but a gruff 'nice to meet you' from Harry's side, and no input in the rest of the conversation whatsoever. It was only a couple days later, when you asked the HR manager about it, that you found out that's just how he was, that he didn't really talk to anyone. From that moment on, there had been a surge of motivation to let him make you the one exception.

Harry was just fascinated by you, and he had no idea why. You were a ball of energy, talking so fast you'd think someone had clicked on your 'sped up' button, and you were chaotic, all over the place. The amount of times he watched you bump into people was impossible to keep count of.

Then, one day, you bumped into him. It should have angered him, the spilt coffee on his pants. But he had an extra suit, and you looked so worried, he didn't want to make you feel worse. You still felt bad, though, so you decided to make it up to him, and started getting him coffee every morning.

By the end of the first week, he looked you in the eyes when he thanked you. By the end of the fourth, he'd ask you how you are and recall things you'd told him. By the end of sixth, he told you things about his life, and by the end of the tenth week, you were having longer conversations with him.

It was difficult to keep up the small talk with him in the beginning. You soon found out that his lone wolf attitude may had something to do with his awkwardness. You thought, perhaps people weren't willing to work through that, and eventually he just stopped trying.

Such a prospect made you sad, and it only motivated you more to get to know him better. Of course, the longing glances, and standing unnecessarily close to each other with his knuckles barely touching your arm, those things helped too.

There was an undeniable tension between the two of you that you found incredibly difficult to decipher. The way he'd let you catch him looking at you gave it away quite clearly, but the lack of any real initiative confused you.

Had you read it all wrong? Did he even think there was something there too?

Unfortunately, there was no way to find out, as your assignment at the company was coming to an end. Today had been your last day, and tonight is a launch party to officially celebrate the expansion of the company.

You were a little sad to leave the company, especially since you really liked the people working there. It is why you are most excited for tonight.

Wearing a long yellow dress—it is your favorite color—you stride into the building. You are mesmerized by all the balloons and how pretty everyone looks. Wearing expensive suits or classy dresses. You immediately realize you might be a bit too happily dressed; everyone is wearing darker colors.

It does make it easy for everyone to spot you, though. By the time you've gotten your drink, five people have already walked up to you. About half an hour into the party, the CEO of the company takes the stage to give a small speech.

"I would like to thank everyone who has participated in making this expansion go as smoothly as it did. Your work does not go unnoticed." He says through the microphone. Everyone claps for a few seconds, and the man waits to go on until it is quiet again.

"Now, I have a special announcement to make. I have wanted to make this expansion happen since I began working for this company in 1988. Now that I finally have, I feel that my job at this firm is done. And so, I have decided to retire from my position as CEO."

Your eyes widen at the speech; you had no idea this was even a thing. By the sound of the gasps and murmurs traveling through the room, you deduce that the news is unexpected for the rest of the company as well.

"It is also with great pride that I present the new CEO of our company, chosen after careful consideration. If mr. Harry Styles could please join me on stage."

Your mouth falls open at the mention of Harry's name, and you are certain you will never be able to close it again when you see him walking onto the stage. He wears a black suit, perfectly tailored to his body, and the sight of him has you concerned that you may be drooling.

The bald man hands the microphone to Harry, who does not look very pleased to be on stage; it almost seems like he is regretting his decisions. Until his eyes meet yours, that is when you see him let out a breath.

"Thank you, Mr. Johnson." He says, breaking eye contact to look at his former boss.

Right, that was his name, Johnson.

"I look forward to leading this company into more successes, and I promise that I will put my heart and soul into it. I have worked at this firm ever since I graduated college and they offered me a job during my internship, and it is safe to say that I have not regretted that decision a day of my life. I have always been loyal to this company, and I will remain loyal to you. Thank you."

You are perplexed. Why did he never tell you about this? You are very happy for him, but you do find it weird. It also makes you doubt again. Did whatever you had been building up the last months not mean as much to Harry as it did to you?

Well, it doesn't really matter, you're gone after tonight anyway.

Once the shock of the news has calmed down a bit, the party resumes as normal. Most people visit Harry one by one to congratulate him on the position, but you steer clear from him. It is no use, after tonight you will probably never see him again anyway.

Time passes, and you think you're ready to go home. There was a file in the office you forgot to sign earlier today, so you head up to do that first. The office is entirely dark when you walk out of the elevator. It's kind of eerie, so you are quick to turn on the lights.

It takes you a few minutes to find the file, since the receptionist placed it on someone else's desk. You find it on your colleague's desk, and walk over to the receptionist desk to sign it. Laying it on the keyboard of her computer, you pray that she won't displace it again, and make your way back to the elevators.

A loud shriek escapes you when Harry suddenly walks around the corner. He covers his ears at the high pitched sound, shocked by how much he scared you. With your hand on your chest you try and steady your breathing.

"Jesus, you scared the crap out of me."

"Sorry, didn't mean to." He says, a bit of worry in his tone. You look up at him.

"What are you even doing up here?"

"I was looking for you." He shrugs.

"Why?" Your eyebrows furrow, that same old tension in your stomach settling like it does every time Harry looks at you for longer than two seconds.

"You've been avoiding me." He answers casually, and you feel your heart drop. You didn't think he'd catch onto it.

"Congratulations by the way, for being the CEO. That was definitely a surprise." There is a bitterness in your tone. It is Harry's turn to frown. He hears the condescension, but his mind can't seem to come to a conclusion. Why are you angry? It's so hard to tell.

This is why he doesn't do people.

"You're mad that I am CEO?" He guesses, and your mouth falls open, much like it did when Harry's new position got announced.

"What?! Of course not! I'm very happy for you." You sputter out. The last thing you'd want him to think is that you don't want him to be happy or satisfied or successful.

"But you're still avoiding me." He repeats slowly. "You know, I didn't tell you about it because no one was supposed to know. I had to sign for it and everything. It's nothing personal."

The painful grip that his potential distrust in you had on your heart releases at the sound of his words. You could have known that it was due to something like that, you work in HR after all. That fact alone makes you realize how invested you unknowingly had become in Harry.

"I...I figured." You give him a weak smile. Harry's eyes search for yours, holding onto your gaze once he has found it. You stay like that, staring at each other for a while until you break the silence.

"I'm heading home. I don't think I'll see you again, so good luck. I'm sure you'll do wonderfully."

With much difficulty, you manage to look away from Harry and walk past him. At least, you try to, because halfway through, Harry's hand grabs your arm. You stop in your tracks, looking back at the man who stopped you. The man who has been sending you mixed signals for the past few months.

"D– do you want to join me in my office?"

You refrain from the shiver that threatens to run down your entire body, and nod. Harry's hand slides down your arm to your hand, and he intertwines his fingers with yours before he leads you to the glass doors that belong to him. On your way there, he flicks off the lights, leaving the two of you in the dark.

The city lights light up the otherwise pitch dark office that belongs to Harry, for now. He will be moved to the CEO's office when he starts his new position.

You don't say anything as Harry closes the door, or as he walks to the closet and pulls out a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. You wait in anticipation of what he's going to do.

But then he sits down. He just sits down on his chair.

You stand there, staring at him, utterly confused about this man and his intentions with you, while he obliviously pours the whiskey into the glasses. In that moment, there is a switch inside of you, one that says: fuck it. This is your last day, you need a way to release this pent up tension, and you probably won't see him ever again after this. What have you got to lose? Nothing.

You walk over to the desk and sit down on it, extremely close to Harry. The split of your dress shows your bare, freshly shaved leg, and he seems to notice. His eyes pull to your legs like magnets, and he has to force himself to look you in the eyes as he hands you the glass of whiskey.

You try your best not to smirk at the effectiveness of your plan, focusing on your next move instead. Straight for the kill.

"So, why am I here, Harry?" You ask nonchalantly, taking a sip of your whiskey. It tastes quite strong, and it takes you a lot of effort not to have an expressive reaction to it.

"What?" He asks, eyes wide like a deer in headlights.

"Why'd you take me here?" You ask again, setting down your glass at the table before moving to stand in front of him. "To admire the view?"

Harry looks out the window, but his head shoots back to you when he notices you're sinking onto your knees in front of him. He thinks he may have forgotten to breathe as he observes the lustful look in your eyes. His eyes travel down to your tits, even more visible from this angle.

"Because I've admired it every day for the past three months." You continue. Harry swallows, frozen by the overload of his brain and the sensitivity of the growing constraint in these pants. "Why don't you take your pants off for me? Just enough to give me your cock. I like you in this suit."

Harry doesn't let another second fly by before he is unbuckling his pants, sliding it down just enough for you to have access to his cock and his balls. Your mouth waters at the size and girth of it, your cunt getting wetter with every passing moment.

You shimmy forward, leaning over his cock and grabbing it with your hand. Harry sighs at the minimal contact, making you feel even more powerful. Looking up at him through your lashes, you ask him one more question.

"You'll hold my hair, won't you?"

With that, you take Harry in your mouth as far as you can, before pulling away from him. A gasp leaves his mouth, and his eyes fall shut as you pump him with your hand while your mouth kisses and sucks on the head of his cock. You begin licking and kissing down his cock, while your hand softly feels up his balls.

Harry feels like he is in heaven already, and he forgets everything around him. It is only when you completely remove yourself from him that he opens his eyes again, and he sees. Catching on quickly, he leans forward and gathers your hair, twisting it around his palm.

Satisfied with Harry's obedience, your mouth attaches itself to his cock again. You take him slowly, teasingly, and move your head up and down. With every movement, you take him an inch deeper.

"Oh, f–fuck!" He groans out when you gag on him because you took yourself too far too fast. You steady your breathing, which is a bit more complicated as you can only breathe out your nose. You resume sucking him off for a bit longer, bobbing your head down a bit faster. The small sounds that leaves Harry's lips, along with his scrunched up face, gives you enough indication that he is approaching his climax.

So you remove your mouth from his cock.

He lets out a whine at the loss of contact. If your panties weren't wet before, they certainly are now. You smile at the state of him; desperate and needy for you. The fact that you've managed to make him fall apart like this makes you incredibly horny.

"I want to take all of you in my mouth, daddy." You tell him, looking up at him with your big eyes. "You'll have to help me."

You went out on a bit of a limb when you decided to call him daddy, but he doesn't seem to mind at all. In fact, Harry's eyes light up and his jaw slacks at the mention of the pet name.

"Shit– anything, sweetheart. Whatever you need." He croaks out.

"I need you to fuck my mouth." You respond sternly, not wasting any time and taking him between your lips again. You push yourself down his cock as far as you can, breathing deeply before moving your hand to Harry's hand, which is holding onto your hair, and pushing your head forward to indicate that he needs to push his cock down your throat.

Again, it doesn't take him long to listen, because Harry's hips thrust forward, his dick gliding into your throat. You moan at the force with which he pushed, and keep your mouth wide open as you let Harry navigate your head.

Once he fully understands that you are allowing him to let him use your mouth, the true fun begins. With the firm grip he has on your head, he pushes you up and down at an ungodly speed. Your jaw is already tiring from its locked position, but you power through it because the sounds that leave Harry's mouth make up for it.

"Fuck baby, such a good mouth. Never had anything like this... Jesus!" He pants out as he begins to thrust up into your mouth, and you feel like you might pass out. Suddenly, he pulls you away from his dick.

You frown, and realize as he is grabbing for a tissue that he is avoiding messing up your face. You don't stand for it, though, and wrap your lips around his cock again just in time for him to come inside your mouth. You take him deeper and feel the way his sperm shoots in the back of your throat.

"Fuck! Shit, shit..." The not so wide arrange of curse words are the only thing Harry is capable of saying as he dumps his load inside your mouth. The fact that you were so adamant about having his sperm in your mouth made his orgasm even more intense.

Your mouth lets go of his cock with an exaggerated plop, and you swallow every last bit of him, grinning at his fucked out face.

"That was... amazing." He sighs, his gaze flicking from your mouth to your eyes. You hum in agreement, and get up from the floor as he pulls up his pants. You are about to walk away, when Harry grabs your wrist.

"Where are you going?"

"Home." You answer with a smile, but Harry's grip on you only tightens. He shakes his head, his lips pouting.

"No, you need to stay. Let me make you feel good too." He protests. You squint your eyes at him.

"I don't need to do anything."

Harry's eyes widen. "You're right. But just let me make you feel good before you go, please? It's the least I can do."

Your mouth slowly forms into a grin, glad to have him where you want. Well, almost.

"Beg me."

Harry scoffs. "Are you serious? I don't really do begging."

You shrug, smiling at him. "That's fine. My vibrator can get me off too."

You take a few steps towards the door, while Harry contemplates his decisions. However, those were all clouded by the sole moment to please you the second you mentioned your vibrator. The image of you getting off like that is too much to bear. He needs to do it for you.

"Stop." He says. You turn around, and walk back to him as he gets out of his chair and gets on his knees. Grabbing your waist, he pulls you closer, his nose digging into your dress. His hands run up and down your legs, and it is making you weak in your knees.

"Please, let me eat you out baby. I'll do anything to make you feel good. I need to taste you so bad, please let me pleasure you."

You swallow, eyelids ready heavy, as you sigh out. "Alright."

Harry grins at your admittance of defeat, and stands up. He leads you to sit on his desk, your dress hiked up. He removes the stuff behind you, so that you can lean back entirely in case you want to, and waltzes over to his chair.

Spreading your legs, he rolls himself closer to you, and assesses your soaking wet panties. Chuckling, he leans to the side and grabs a pair of scissors, before he cuts the skimpy material from your body. You'd say something of it, but the sight of him admiring your pussy like this is too fascinating to interrupt. So, you keep quiet.

When Harry's thumb suddenly presses on your clit and begins to rub it, you can't help but gasp. His touch feels too good, and that blowjob got you really worked up.

"You have no idea how many times I've fantasized about this." Harry says, marveling at how reactive you are being.

"Me too."

His eyebrows rise up. "Yeah? Tell me more, baby."

You bite your lip, too obsessed with the pet name he's given you. It sounds so sexy coming from his mouth. He awaits your response with bright eyes, lazily rubbing your clit.

"Your arms... I'd think about them so much. And your hands, I'd imagine you choking me with them. They're so big..." You begin, and you know that you could go on for hours if you had to tell him about everything you've thought about doing with him, or doing to him.

Harry doesn't say anything, instead responds with two fingers entering your pussy. You moan at the feeling of his large fingers pumping in and out of you. It feels way fuller than your hand already. His two fingers is the equivalent of your three fingers.

"We can definitely make those fantasies come true..." Harry says softly. "But first, let's make you come, hmm?"

You nod, your head falling back and allowing yourself to fully indulge in the pleasure Harry's giving you right now. You let yourself lay on his desk, wrapping your legs around his shoulders.

"Fuck, that feels good– oh fuck!" You shriek out when Harry tongue begins attacking your tongue after he adds a third finger. He speeds up the movements of his hand to match those of his tongue, and holds onto that tempo until your mind can't conjure up any more words to speak to him.

With the control entirely out of your hands, you let Harry guide you to your orgasm, which washes over your body like a tidal wave. You unconsciously push Harry's head further into your pussy with your legs. With an arched back, you moan at the sensitivity of your clit.

Harry lets you take a minute to catch your breath before he pulls on your arms to have you sit up straight. He is smiling sweetly at you, and your heart warms at it.

"You okay?" He asks, kissing your hands. You nod, trying to ignore the flutters in your heart at the way he is being so gentle.

"Thank you for letting me make you feel good, baby." He says, getting up and leaning into your face. His nose brushes against your cheek as he plants his lips on yours. Your arms wrap around Harry's neck as you kiss him deeper, too caught up in how good he feels and how much you want him.

You're never this greedy. You've never felt like you needed a man's cock inside of you. Like it was the only feasible option. You feel it driving you crazy, and you're sure it is the only reason you say— no, ask:

"Please, fuck me."

The grin that forms on Harry's lips makes you feel like you should regret what you said. A grin like that usually belongs on your face in situations like these. But you need him so bad, you don't really care that you are the desperate one this time.

"Oh, you're begging now too, huh?" He says cockily. You glare at him, pissed that he's acknowledging your neediness and mocking you for it too.

"It's alright baby, I'll give it to you. 'M cock's already hard again from watching you come like that. So fucking sexy..." He says. He pulls his pants down and lifts you off the table, turning you around to the glass windows and pushing your hands against them. "Bend over a bit and speak your legs for me, baby."

You do as he says, biting your lip at Harry's hand that pushes away your dress and roams over your ass. He positions his cock at your entrance and pushes himself into you, sighing in pure relief. You shut your eyes tightly at the size of him filling you up.

"Fuck, you feel good baby." He says, slowly beginning to move in and out a bit. You let out a soft 'yes', causing Harry's jaw to clench. He spanks your ass, watching as it bounces from the impact, and his cock twitching at your yelp.

"Perfect fucking ass... perfect fucking girl, aren't you?" He groans, now lazily thrusting into you. He wants to give you time to adjust, but he learns your wishes when you begin to push yourself back into him.

"Ah, I see. Greedy girl wants to speed things up, hmm? Your wish is my command." He mocks, but does speed up his pace. His hands hold your waist as he begins to pound himself into you, your ass shaking at the impact. He spanks your ass again for good measure, obsessed with the way it moves.

You nearly lose yourself in how good it feels, but you know that he can get deeper than this.

"I want to ride you... want to feel you in my tummy." You spit out, hoping he understands what you're saying in your croaky voice.

Harry listens, pulling himself out of you immediately and taking a seat in the chair. You turn around and walk over to him, throwing your legs on both sides of his lap, before grabbing his cock and sinking yourself down on it.

It goes smoother this time, but Harry's really deep now, just like you wanted. The sensation is everything to you, and it isn’t hard to tell how good it feels for him too. Glad to have a bit of the control back, you start to bounce on his cock.

Harry’s eyes travel over your body, fascinated by the way you are moving above him. His hands travel to the straps of your dress and push them down until he can get your tits out of the top part of your dress. He begins to massage them as you keep impaling yourself on his dick over and over again.

"Fuck, daddy, you feel so good... so good for me. Listening to me. Knew this was the best way to fuck you... you love it." You slur happily. Harry nods profusely at your words, jaw clenched and moaning out in pleasure.

"Yes, needed it so bad baby. You're fucking daddy so good..."

You smile at how caught up Harry looks in his pleasure, like he doesn't know what to do with it. You, however, do know what to with it. You grab one of his hands and wrap it around your throat, before you do the same to him. With his hand on your neck and yours on his, you begin to fuck him as fast as you can.

"Ah, fffuck... shit! Holy shit!" He yells out, and automatically thrusts himself up into you, reaching an even further level of deepness you had never thought possible. That along with your hands on each other’s necks, is enough to know that your climaxes are near.

"Come inside me daddy." You pant out, and he does. It is as if your permission set him off. You smile in delight at the feel and knowledge of his cum being so deep inside of you.

You fuck Harry through his orgasm, and even after. He squirms in his seat. "Wait— too sensitive."

"I don't care, I haven't come yet. Don't you want to make me feel good? Have me coming around your thick cock?" You say sensually, and Harry nods. "Words."

"Yes– fuck! I want you to come, please come around my cock. Please, please..." He begins to beg, a tear rolling down his cheek.

Your toes curl at his whiny voice, and soon your juices are gushing all over his cock. Your pussy contracting around him seems to set Harry off even more, as you feel even more sperm spraying out of his dick and into your walls.

You ride out your high until you can't move anymore. You sit there, forehead pressed against Harry's as you both come down from what just happened.

After a minute or two, you decide to pull out. Slowly but surely, you manage to get Harry's dick out of you without hissing too much at the sensitivity of every single body part down there.

You lean against the desk, too wobbly to stand on your own, and you let Harry wipe you clean with the tissues on his desk. After cleaning himself up, he stands up and positions himself in front of you.

"Hey." He says. Your hand cups his jaw and your thumb wipes away the tear that is far down his face now.

"Hi." You tilt your head. The both of you burst out laughing, still surprised by what went down just now.

"That was really good." He says once the laughter has died down. You nod in agreement.

"Good enough for a repeat?"

Harry pretends to think it over, before he responds: "under one condition."

"And what would that be?" You quirk up an eyebrow, intrigued by his vagueness. He smiles at you so wide that you wonder if his mouth might be hurting.

"You let me take you out on a date first."

You roll your eyes, pretending not to be amused as he chuckles at your reaction. But the second you see the look on his face and the sincerity behind it, you realize that he is being quite serious about this request. You bite your lip, wanting to kiss him right then and there.

"I would love that."

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Homecoming (Bucky Barnes x Reader)❤️🔞🧡💛

| Bucky Barnes x fem!reader | Warnings: angst, grief, mentions of death/suspicion of death, swearing, sexual themes, implied unprotected sex, pregnancy, injuries, fluff, and a little bit of smut at the end. Bucky leaves for an unexpected mission right after you and him move into a new apartment. After over a month of no news, you begin to wonder if Bucky is ever coming home-until you get a call. Your time alone is anything but uneventful, and you have a lot to catch him up on when he comes back. |

The beeping of your alarm ripped you out of the deep sleep you were in, and you rose out of bed like a zombie coming back to life. You rubbed your face and reached out to shut your alarm off. You quickly checked your phone for any notifications or updates. Your heart dropped as you came to the realization.

Nothing yet.

Bucky had been away on a very important mission for a whole month, and you were missing him terribly. The timing couldn't have been any worse. You and Bucky had just bought your first apartment together only two weeks before the mission came in. You knew from the look in his eyes that this had something to do with HYDRA. The way his entire body tensed as he talked on the phone with Steve.

“I know you have to go Bucky, the team needs you. And I know how personal this is.” You said as you laced your fingers with his. “I’ll miss you though.”

He pulled you in for a hug and inhaled your sweet scent. 

‘Why did it have to be now?’ He thought to himself. Just when everything was beginning to fall into place, it was like he couldn’t catch a break. 

 “I know Peaches, but I won’t be able to rest until I know I’ve brought them down. Otherwise I’ll be spending the rest of my life looking over my shoulder.” Bucky pulled back slightly to cup your cheeks in his hands. Your eyes met his baby blue ones and you felt tears starting to form. “I swore I’d do anything to protect you, and I meant that. I want to have a peaceful life with you doll, one where I don’t have to worry if you’ll be safe or not.”

“As peaceful as life can be for an Avenger.” You chuckled and Bucky smiled.

“Exactly.” He kissed your forehead, lingering longer than he normally did. Like he was worried he wasn’t going to return. 

You recognized that feeling almost immediately. You’d only felt it one other time when Bucky wasn’t sure if the mission he was going on would be his last. He hugged you like he was saying goodbye just in case. Panic rose in your chest as your throat tightened. “You have to come back to me James.” You whispered, your voice trembling. You looked up and tears started falling. “Promise you’ll come home to me.”

Bucky’s heart ached. Even if he wanted to make such a promise, HYDRA was a very dangerous enemy. The thought of not making it back scared him, but so did living a life where you were constantly in danger. “I promise I’ll do everything in my power to come back Y/n, but-”

You shook your head as a sob racked your body. “I won’t be able to keep it together if I have to watch your casket get lowered into the ground. You’re my whole world Bucky. If I don’t have you, I have nothing.” It was incredibly selfish of you to want him to keep his word considering how serious the mission was, but you couldn’t help but plead with him. You knew in your heart that as much as Bucky wanted to come back home, he would sacrifice himself if it meant putting a permanent end to HYDRA. He vowed to always keep you safe, even at the cost of his own life. 

“Oh doll,” Bucky held you in his arms tighter, like he was trying to keep you from falling apart. He sighed and looked out the window of your apartment. The two of you stood in silence, unsure if this tender moment would truly be your last. 

Ever since he’d left, every day felt like a chore. You started staying up later in hopes that Bucky would walk through the door again, but after a whole month of radio silence, you were starting to lose hope. Due to the sensitivity of the mission, only the highest ranking Avengers knew what was going on. As much as you wanted to know what was happening, you didn’t want to compromise Bucky or the team in any way. Instead, you did your best to continue with your life despite his absence by making your bed, meal prepping for the week ahead, taking walks, and going into work even when you wanted to call in sick. In a way, you felt like sticking to your schedule would help you keep your sanity if Bucky never made it back. But you knew deep down that if that ended up being the case your world would come crashing down around you anyways. Bucky was the first person you’d ever dated that you could actually see yourself settling down with in the future. You wanted to fall asleep next to him every night and wake up by his side in the morning. You wanted to get married and share last names. You wanted to buy a house of your own and turn it into a home. Why did HYDRA have to come and throw a wrench in your plans now?

Thankfully you had the day off from work today so you didn’t have to worry about putting on a facade for eight hours, but that meant you’d need to find something else to distract you. If you were idle with your thoughts for too long, you wouldn’t be able to hold back your tears. You decided to take a shower and then walk down to the local park to get some fresh air. The hot water on your skin felt amazing, so you took a much longer shower than normal to let the tension melt away. The water pelted your skin as you stood there, trying to maintain your composure. You shut your eyes tightly, hoping it would stop you from crying again. Showers and baths had always been therapeutic for you, especially on tough days, and you needed something to ground you right now. 

“There you are baby,” Bucky murmured as he stepped into the shower with you and wrapped his arms around you. “I was looking for you until I heard the water running. Should’ve known you’d be in here. Long day?”

You sighed and leaned into his touch. “You have no idea. I spent the entire day basically cleaning up everyone else's messes and it’s not even my job. Fuck, I need a raise.”

Bucky chuckled and kissed your neck. “Yes you do doll, you do so much for them and they hardly recognize it. Maybe it’s time to find a new place?”

You nodded and grabbed your soap and washcloth. “Definitely, but job searching sucks ass.” 

Before you could start lathering yourself, Bucky gently took the cloth from your hands and began scrubbing your neck and back. “I’ll help you however I can,” he kissed your cheek. “Although I don’t think I’ve had to prepare for a job interview in almost 80 years.”

You sighed, enjoying the feeling of him cleaning you. His big strong hands gently caressed every inch of your body. “Yeah, things are a lot different now, old-timer,” you teased. “But I’ll take all the help I can get.”

Bucky continued washing your body for you, lingering over your breasts and the curve of your butt as he always did. “Whenever you’re ready, whatever you need, I’ll be here. But for now, just relax and let me take care of you.”

You stepped out of the shower and grabbed your towel to dry off. Your heart ached as you ran your fingers over Bucky’s towel. You hadn’t replaced it since he’d left. You worried that it would be one of the only things left of him. You shook the thought out of your head and finished drying yourself. Bucky would come back to you. He always had. Why would this time be any different?

Once you were done, you went back into your bedroom and picked out a shirt and sweatpants to wear. As you headed out the door, you paused in the kitchen. You knew if Bucky were here he’d scold you for not eating anything yet, but the desire just wasn’t there. Still, you could hear his voice chiding you, telling you how important it was for you to keep up your nutrition. 

“You can’t take on the world with an empty stomach, Peaches. Here, take this. Promise me you’ll eat something later too, okay?”

You smiled a little, and decided to grab a granola bar to take with you on your walk. Maybe later you would cook something or order food, but this would have to do for now. It was a little chillier today, so you grabbed a light jacket and your keys as you headed out the door. The crisp air was refreshing, the perfect combination of warm sun and cool air. You put your headphones on and hit shuffle on one of your playlists. The park was mostly empty, except for a few other walkers and dog owners. You found a bench to sit on and admired the view of the leaves rustling in the trees and the sunlight beaming through the clouds. When you and Bucky came here, you’d usually stop by one of the local coffee shops to grab a drink and something to nibble on. You’d walk around the perimeter of the park, arms linked together as you sipped on your drinks and enjoyed the view, occasionally people-watching as you walked along. You watched from afar as a couple and their child kicked around a soccer ball with smiles on their faces. The little girl tripped and started to fall, but her dad was there to scoop her up and swing her around in the air, both of them laughing. Maybe someday you and him would come back here when you had a little one of your own. Bucky always worried that he wouldn’t be a good dad, but you thought otherwise. He had a kind heart, a gentle soul, and a whole lot of patience. If he was half as good of a dad as he was a boyfriend, you knew he would make an amazing parent. 

You pulled out the granola bar and began eating it when you felt something brush up against your leg. You looked down and saw a white cat with big blue eyes, rubbing its face against your calf. “Oh, what are you doing out here?” You asked as you took off your headphones. The cat looked up at you and started purring. You smiled and reached out your hand to let it smell you, and it immediately pushed its head into your hand, demanding head rubs. “What a cutie you are.” You reached down to look if it had a collar but felt nothing. You set the granola bar down and gently scooped the cat up into your arms. “No collar huh? Did you escape from your house?”

The cat gave no response, besides more purrs. It was too friendly to be feral, but too clean to be a stray. You decided to take it to a nearby shelter and see if someone had lost it. “Let’s get you home, I’m sure your owner is worried sick about you.” You stood up and began walking home, the cat settled into your arms and began falling asleep. You headed towards the parking lot where you left your car and unlocked the door. You got in and the cat jumped out of your arms into the passenger seat. You giggled and patted its head again. “Sure, make yourself at home.” You smiled as you buckled in and started your drive to the animal shelter. 

When you got there, one of the staff members took the cat to the back to see if it belonged to anyone. You sat in the waiting area. You weren’t sure why you stayed, you knew you could’ve just gone back home, but something in you secretly hoped there was a chance it was a stray and needed a home. The employee who had taken the cat to the treatment area came back to meet you and you stood up.

“Were you able to find an owner?” You asked, hoping the answer was no.

“Nope, it seems like she doesn’t belong to anyone. There’s no microchip registered to her and no missing cats who fit her description. State law in New York says we have to hold her for 3 days before putting her up for adoption though, but we’ll make sure she’s taken care of here.” She said with a smile. “You did the right thing by bringing her here.”

You nodded. “So after those 3 days, would it be possible to submit an application for adoption?”

“Yeah! If you want, you can fill it out now and then if no one comes forward to claim her within those 3 days, we’ll contact you.”

“I’d like to do that please. She’s such a sweetheart, I think she’d be a good addition to the house.” You said. Truth be told, a pet would definitely do you some good since you were alone. Besides, she really was a sweet cat and her eyes reminded you of…

Bucky. 

You felt a lump start to form in your throat and you did your best to swallow it. “Where do I start?”

When you left the shelter, you decided to pick up a few things from a pet store. You knew logically it might be a little too soon, but you didn’t care. For the first time in almost a month you felt a sense of happiness again. You spent about 30 minutes making your way around the aisles, picking out tons of toys, treats, food and water bowls, a litter box, and the softest bed you could find. As you were making your way towards the front, you came across the cutest cat tower. It was light blue with big fluffy clouds as the landings. You placed it in your shopping cart, not caring about the price. If this cat was to become yours, you wanted to spoil her as much as possible. You made decent pay at your job, but Bucky was really the breadwinner and always treated you like a princess, making sure you got almost everything you asked for. As you checked out, the cashier asked you if you were preparing to bring home a new pet.

“Yeah, I’ll get to bring her home in 3 days as long as no one claims her. Gosh, I haven’t even thought of a name yet.”

“What does she look like?” The cashier questioned as he totaled up your purchase.

“She’s got really soft white fur and blue eyes.” You smiled as you swiped your card.

“Hmmm, it might be a bit cliché but maybe a name that has to do with the winter or snow would be a good fit.” He said as he handed you the receipt. “Good luck, I hope you get to take her home soon.”

You nodded. “Me too.”

On your way home, you mulled over the cashier’s suggestion. Maybe a snow-themed name would be a good idea, her fur was perfectly white afterall. God, what would Bucky think if you did adopt her? You hadn’t even thought about what he would say when he got home. 

If he ever comes home, a voice inside your head sneered.

The lump in your throat returned and your vision became blurry from your tears. “No,” you whispered and closed your eyes. “When he comes home. Bucky is coming home.” You took a deep breath and gripped the steering wheel tight. You hadn’t realized it but your foot was pressing down on the gas, your speed steadily increasing. Your knuckles turned white as you lifted your head up- just in time to hit a light post head on. “Shit!” You yelled as your body lurched forward, your forehead making contact with the wheel from the force of impact. Your groaned and your head started swimming as you slumped forward, the pain coming in sharp waves. The last thing you remembered before passing out was the blaring of your car alarm and a figure running towards you shouting.

When you woke next, you were in a brightly lit room hooked up to a heart monitor. You slowly blinked as you regained consciousness. Your head immediately started pounding and you groaned. “Y/n! Thank God you’re awake.” You heard a voice say from across the room.

You looked up to see Natasha stand up and gently embrace you. You sighed into the hug and pulled her closer. It was nice to see a familiar face. “Nat, I’m so glad to see you.” Your voice trembled.

She pulled back slightly to meet your gaze and your composure crumbled. You sobbed loudly, your cries shaking your entire body. Natasha pulled you back in, tighter this time. “It’s okay, you’re okay.”

After a few moments you calmed down, still crying a little but no longer hyperventilating. You wiped your eyes and sniffed. Your head seemed to hurt even more now and you put a hand up to your forehead and winced. “Ow.” You grunted.

“Yeah, you hit your head pretty good. You’ve got a few stitches that can come out in two weeks and a pretty nasty concussion.” She pointed to a spot just above your left eyebrow. “Dr. Cho stitched you up, but she said you should probably stay on bedrest for at least a couple weeks.”

“Fuck,” you sighed as you sat back. “I’m a mess Nat.”

“You’re lucky I was out for a run with Sam when I saw your car crashed. What happened?” She pulled up a chair next to your bed.

“I…” You felt tears threatening to resurface before Nat slipped her hand into yours. She nodded for you to continue. “I was on my way home from the pet store, I found a stray cat today at the park and I put in an adoption application so I might get to take her home if she doesn’t belong to anyone. But while I was driving, I thought about…Bucky…and what he would think of her if he comes back.” Your voice trembled again towards the end. 

“Oh Y/n,” she started. “You can’t think like that. Buck’s a strong man and he can handle himself out there. It won’t do you any good to catastrophize things.”

“I know, but it's been almost a month and nothing! I get why I can’t know anything, I would never dream of compromising a mission, but I can’t help but start to lose hope.”

Natasha sighed. “I’m sorry, I probably should’ve come over sooner to check on you. I don’t mean to be blunt but you look like you’ve been through hell.”

“It’s been far from easy.” You admitted. “But I’m not mad at you for coming to visit. Truthfully I thought you’d be on the mission too. And like I said, I don’t want to cause any trouble.”

“Y/n, I may be an Avenger but I’m also your best friend. It’s okay to ask for help, especially during a time like this.”

It was your turn to sigh as you squeezed her hand. “You’re right, I just didn’t want to be a burden y’know?”

Natasha gave you a smile. “You could never.”

Your heart melted at her words and you pulled her in for another hug. “Bucky’s gonna kill me when he sees the damage I did to the car.” You muttered with a small smile.

Nat laughed and pulled back. “I don’t think that’s gonna be the case, as long as you’re okay he’ll be fine. And if he gives you any shit I’ll kick his ass.”

You both laughed out loud until a sudden wave of nausea hit you, causing you to groan and shut your eyes. 

“You good?” She asked.

“Yeah just,” you swallowed the urge to vomit. “Got really nauseous for a second. I’m okay now.”

“There’s one other thing that Dr. Cho found out that I need to tell you.” Nat said, her tone a little more serious now. 

You opened your eyes and frowned. “What is it?”

“When Sam and I found you, we weren’t sure what happened so we ran a few tests to make sure everything was in check internally. There’s no easy way to say this so I’m just gonna rip the bandaid off. Y/n, you’re pregnant.”

Your heart stopped. A million things went through your head all at once as you became lost in your thoughts. Bucky had been told his fertility was practically non-existent due to the serum coursing through his body, so you hadn’t really been worried about using protection all the time. How far along were you? Surely it was Bucky’s since he was the only person you’d been with in almost 3 years but could they tell who the father was? And what would he say when he found out?

“Earth to Y/n, you there?” Nat asked as she tried to meet your gaze. “I’m…just in shock. I didn’t think…I mean there hasn’t been any signs.” Your fingers hovered over your stomach as you looked down. “How far along am I?”

“About 16 weeks.” Nat grabbed a tablet off of the counter and pulled up the results. “It’s too early to tell the gender but we were able to take some pictures on ultrasound. Here.” She handed you the tablet and you looked at the first picture. 

There in front of you was your baby, a small shadowy figure but still unmistakable. Your hands shook slightly as you scrolled. “Is it…” you started but your voice trailed off.

“Yeah, it’s his.” Natasha confirmed. “We took a sample from you and your baby and cross-tested it with a sample from Bucky that we had on file. We even found traces of the same supersoldier serum Bucky has, so the baby is definitely his.” She twirled her thumbs together. “How are you feeling about all this? I know it’s a lot to take in, especially in his absence. But I’m here for whatever you need, whatever you decide.”

You set the tablet down and ran your hands through your hair. The reassurance that this was in fact yours and Bucky’s baby was comforting, but the possibility of raising his child by yourself was…daunting, to say the least. “I don’t want to raise our child alone Nat, especially if they end up having his abilities. But, I can’t deny that there’s still a part of me that’s a little excited.”

“You won’t be alone Y/n, you never have been. We’re all here for you, not just me. And when Bucky gets home, I’m sure he’s gonna be excited too.” She took your hands in her own as you looked up at each other. “Not if, when.”

“When,” you repeated. “When he gets home.”

To your dismay, Natasha convinced you to spend the night for observation. Even though you knew it was probably the best idea, you still hesitated.

“Y/n, you’re gonna be a mother soon. If Bucky ever found out that I let you walk out of here after being in an accident while pregnant he’d never let me hear the end of it. You’re staying. End of discussion.” 

You did your best to try and get some sleep, but your mind was still racing. Not only were you possibly bringing home a new pet, but you were going to be a mother in a little less than 6 months. There was so much to do with so little time.

‘You don’t have to do this alone,’ you thought as your body began to relax. ‘You can rely on your friends.’

You drifted off to sleep shortly after, a small smile on your face as you cradled your belly. 

When you woke the next morning, Sam brought a tray of breakfast for you. He strolled in with a plate of pancakes, scrambled eggs, apples, hash browns, and a tall glass of orange juice. “Hey troublemaker, thought you could use a meal.” He handed you the tray of food and sat next to you.

“Jeez, this is a lot,” you said looking down at everything. “I don’t think I can finish this all.”

“You don’t gotta, but you are eating for two now so you’re gonna need all the energy you can get.”

You blushed and poked at the eggs with your fork. “You know too?”

“Of course I do, I was there when Nat pulled you out of your car. I was also there when Dr. Cho made the discovery. But don’t worry, it’s just her, Nat, and I that know. We figured you should be the one to tell everyone else when you’re ready.” Sam put his hand on your shoulder. “How are you holding up?”

You took a mouth-full of eggs and moaned. You hadn’t realized how hungry you were, probably because all you’d had in the last 24 hours was a single granola bar. “Hungry?” Sam teased as you narrowed your eyes at him.

“Shut up, I didn’t eat much yesterday and this is really good.” You mumbled, your mouth still slightly full. You took a sip of your orange juice. “I’m okay, or at least as okay as I can be. I won’t deny I miss Buck every day and I’ve been worried if he’s ever coming home, but Nat said I have to stay positive and trust that he’ll be back.”

Sam nodded, his expression softening. “I get that, I miss him and the rest of the team too. It’s hard not knowing how it’s going but it’s for the best. HYDRA will take any advantage they can get.”

“I know, I’d never want to jeopardize a mission, especially one like this. But it’s definitely gonna be a lot for him to take in when he gets back. I put in an adoption request for a stray cat yesterday and now I find out I’m pregnant with his child too.” You admitted as you took a bite of the hash browns. 

Sam gave a small laugh and sat back. “He’s gonna have his hands full when he gets back, that’s for sure. Promise you’ll let me know if there’s anything I can do for you okay? I’m here for you both.”

Your heart swelled as you felt tears prick the corners of your eyes. “Thanks Sam, I really appreciate it.”

After you finished your meal with Sam by your side, Natasha came into your room to check on you. Your plate was completely empty and your stomach had never been happier. It had been a while since you’d had anything else besides cereal for breakfast. 

“How are you feeling today?” She asked as she quickly checked your vitals. They all read normal, including your baby's heartbeat. 

“A hell of a lot better now that I’ve eaten. My head still hurts though.” You set the tray aside and stretched. Your body was definitely more sore today but it was to be expected considering how hard you’d hit that light post. 

“Well Dr. Cho says no driving until she clears you. It’s not safe to be behind the wheel with a concussion.”

You groaned. “What am I supposed to do about groceries and stuff?”

“Scott made a trip to the grocery store for you. Your fridge and pantry are completely stocked.” Natasha reassured you.

“And my car?”

“Already in the shop being worked on. I’ll pick it up in a few days and drop it back off when it’s ready.” Sam said with a nod. 

You sighed, some of the stress gone. “You guys are really the best.” 

“I meant it when I said you’re not alone Y/n, we’re all here to help.” Nat pulled you into a hug and handed you your clothes that you’d worn when you were admitted. “These are clean for you. Go ahead and get changed and then we’ll drive you home.” 

Nat and Sam left to give you some privacy as you got out of bed and dressed in your regular clothing. Before you put your shirt on, you walked over to the full length mirror and looked at your side profile. You hadn’t noticed it before but now you could clearly see a small bump beginning to form. You’d been so caught up in your grief that you hadn’t noticed any of the changes to your body.

‘Don’t worry kiddo,’ you thought as your hand came up to rest on your stomach. ‘I know you’re in there now and I promise I’m gonna take good care of you. Your Daddy too when he gets back.’

A small tear fell and you wiped it away. Even through all the uncertainty, you were determined to stay strong. And knowing that your friends had your back made it much easier. You pulled your shirt over your head and shrugged your jacket on. Nat and Sam were waiting for you just down the hallway, and the three of you walked out to the parking lot to Sam’s car. The compound was only about 15 minutes away and you talked most of the way there, getting in on all the latest Avengers gossip.

“So, Wanda and Vision huh?” You said with a grin. “I had a feeling, it’s hard to ignore the way he looks at her.” 

“It’s even harder to ignore how Bucky looks at you.” Sam chuckled. “Always following you whenever you’re around like a puppy, he can barely keep his eyes off you.”

“He does not!” You playfully argued. You knew it was the truth though, Bucky could never keep himself away from you for too long. As he grew more comfortable around you he became more physically affectionate and always liked to have some part of him touching you. It grounded him.

“Oh come on,” Nat snickered. “You know exactly what he’s talking about. Barnes practically eye-fucks you every time you’re around him.”

You blushed and covered the smile on your face. “I can’t argue with you there. God, is it that obvious?”

“Yes!” Natasha and Sam said in union and the three of you broke out into laughter again.

It felt so good to finally be smiling and laughing again. You were almost saddened when you finally got home, but you were also eager to be back. When you walked in, you saw that the cat’s stuff had been set up in the living room, the food and water bowls next to the fully assembled cat tree. 

“Aww, you guys!” You exclaimed. “You didn’t have to set this all up.”

“Of course we did, it was the least we could do.” Natasha said as she pulled you in for one final hug. “Call us if you need anything, I mean that.”

“Take care of yourself.” Sam embraced you too before heading out, leaving you alone once more.

But this time, you didn’t feel as lonely. You had a super baby growing inside you to keep you company. You’d read somewhere that talking to them in the womb helps with development, so you did just that. You talked through every little thing you did, hoping that your little one would grow to recognize your voice. You also started looking into nursery decor, wanting to get some ideas for how to decorate. Since you weren’t sure of the gender, and didn’t know if you and Bucky would want to reveal it, you decided to find themes that could fit for either a boy or a girl. 

Now that you knew you were pregnant, you suddenly felt more aware of your hunger. You found yourself opening up the fridge more often to raid it for snacks. At some point during the day, you mixed a cup of tapioca pudding with peanut butter and devoured it. You were slightly off put by the combination at first, but after the first bite you quickly changed your mind and gobbled down the rest. You also noticed your emotions becoming more heightened. Your annoyance with one of your neighbors above you nearly hit a breaking point when they wouldn’t stop walking around with such heavy footsteps. You were about to poke the ceiling with your broom and shout at them to stop when it finally stopped. You sighed and got down from your couch, still annoyed that you had to get up there in the first place. You decided to run yourself a nice bubble bath to calm your nerves. You strolled into the bathroom and began prepping the tub. You added a generous amount of your favorite scented foaming bath soap as well as some Epsom salt to soothe your aching muscles. Once it was ready, you dimmed the lights and lit a few candles to add to the ambience. As you sank into the warm water, you felt your entire body relax and you let out a sigh. This felt so wonderful, you could only imagine how much nicer it would feel to lean against Bucky’s big chest as the two of you relaxed together. You imagined his hands rubbing your belly as he kissed your neck. The thought was bittersweet, one part of you eager to experience your pregnancy alongside him, the other part terrified that you’d never get the chance. Suddenly, a sob escaped your mouth as you sat up, tears falling down your cheeks. Fear and anxiety gripped you and you pulled yourself into a hug in an attempt to calm your emotions. 

“Breathe,” you whispered to yourself and inhaled through your tears. You worked hard to focus on taking a deep breath in through your nose and slowly exhaling through your mouth. You did that 5 times before you felt okay again and lowered yourself back into the bath water up to your neck. 

‘Bucky, please. Wherever you are…come back home to me’ you pleaded silently. 

Another week went by with no news about Bucky, and while it saddened you, you didn’t feel as alone anymore. The cat you’d rescued was never claimed, and just a few days after you had dropped her off, you were on your way back to pick her up. Sam drove you to the shelter since you were still recovering from your concussion. You’d been narrowing down name options and finally settled on Alpine since her fur was white like snow. She sat in your lap on the way back to your apartment, purring as you pet her.

“She really likes you.” Sam said with a smile.

Your own smile spread across your face as you admired her. “I think she saved me as much as I saved her.”

When you arrived home, Alpine seemed to settle in very well, immediately leaping onto her cat tree and perching herself up at the top. You chuckled as you set your purse down. “Guess she’s already making herself at home.”

Sam set down the cat carrier as he looked over. “No kidding. Little miss diva over here.”

You smirked at him as you put out a bowl of food. Alpine hopped down and immediately started eating. “Takes one to know one.” You teased.

“Hey, if anyone is a diva it’s Steve. Have you seen how much time he spends on his hair?”

“You’re just jealous cuz he has more than you.”

Sam rolled his eyes. “Yeah yeah, whatever. I gotta head out Y/n but let me know if you need anything.”

You nodded as you met him at the door for a hug goodbye. Alpine came over to rub against your leg affectionately after you’d closed the door. You scooped her up into your arms and kissed her on the top of the head. “C’mon cutie, let’s go watch something.”

Alpine proved to be an amazing companion. She was the perfect balance of affectionate and independent. When your morning sickness would hit, she would be by your side in the bathroom until you felt better. When you sat on the couch or at your desk, she was never too far. She would sometimes curl up on your bed with you at night and always woke you up with sandpaper kisses. You thanked your lucky stars that she’d come into your life, it was like the fates knew you needed another friend and Alpine needed a new family.

After your visit to the compound hospital, Nat promised to keep in touch more and she kept her word. She checked in almost daily with a text or call if you needed someone to talk to. She even brought over dinner one night when you had mentioned you were craving pizza. You put a movie on in the background while you talked and the two of you ended up staying awake until 3:00am. Bucky’s absence was still weighing heavily on your mind, but Natasha provided you comfort and a logical viewpoint to help ease the intensity of the emotions you were experiencing. The pregnancy hormones sure didn’t do you any favors, but Nat only teased you a little about it. Deep down she knew that regardless of whether or not you were more hormonal, you loved Bucky with your whole heart and the only thing you wanted was to see him home safe again. Which is why when she got a call from Tony that the team was coming back that day, you were the first person she called.

“Y/n, wake up!” Natasha’s voice came through the speaker of your phone loudly.

“Mmmm,” you groaned, still groggy. “What’s up?” Her call had woken you, but not all the way. 

“The team is coming home today.”

You sat up, fully alert now. “A-and Bucky?” You asked, your voice wavering.

“He’s coming home too. Alive. All of them are.” She said, the smile in her voice evident.

A sob escaped your mouth, relief washing over you. “Oh Nat,”

“I’m already on my way. Be ready in 10 minutes and I’ll come drive you over.”

You nodded and hung up, sprinting into action. You were grateful that your morning sickness was not an issue right now. Alpine meowed with curiosity as she trailed after you to the bathroom. You looked down at her with misty eyes. “Your new papa is coming home today. I can’t wait for him to meet you.” One of your hands came up to rest on your stomach. “You too little one. You’re finally gonna get to hear your daddy’s voice. He’s gonna love you both.” You quickly brushed your teeth, put on deodorant, brushed your hair, and put your clothes on. Just as you came out of the bedroom you heard a knock on your door. You grabbed your purse and keys and opened the door to reveal Natasha standing there, her eyes a bit red. You weren’t sure if it was from lack of sleep or crying but you didn’t ask. You just embraced her tightly before parting.

“Let’s go reunite with everyone.” She said with a smile.

Despite the relatively short distance from your apartment to the Avengers compound, Nat sped most of the way there. Not that you minded, you were eager to see Bucky again. Both of you were anxious to be there in time for the plane to land, and the closer you got the more your hands began to tremble. This was the moment of truth. Not only was Bucky going to find out that you’d adopted a cat, but you’d also gotten into a car accident, got a concussion, and were pregnant with his child. You knew it would be a lot to take in especially after such a long and dangerous mission, but you were still hopeful that he would respond in a somewhat civil manner. Bucky had never ever given you a reason to fear him, you were more so worried that all this new information would be overwhelming. Natasha must’ve sensed your nervousness because she gently reached out to touch your shoulder. 

“You don’t have to tell him everything at once. Just focus on the two of you and talk later when you’re back home.”

You nodded and looked at the road ahead, the compound coming into view. There was a group of Avengers on the runway, no doubt waiting for the rest of the team to land. Nat pulled her car into her parking spot and the two of you joined the group outside. Tony, Wanda, Vision, Rhodey, and Peter were standing off to the side of the runway talking. Peter waved as he saw you and Natasha approach. You smiled and waved back. 

“What’s their ETA?” Nat asked as you joined them. 

“Less than five.” Tony said. “Good to see you Y/n, glad you’re here.” he gave you a nod. 

You nodded back. “Wouldn’t miss it.”

Sam joined everyone only moments after you had and gave you a quick hug. 

“How are you feeling?” He asked as he scanned your face. 

You took a deep breath. “Nervous but happy. I spent so long wondering if he was ever coming home and now it’s like time can’t go any slower. There’s so much to say and I’m not sure how to say it.”

“Bucky’s priority is knowing that you’re safe and sound, the rest will fall into place. I promise.” Sam reassured you.

“Thanks, I couldn’t have gotten through it all without you guys.”

Suddenly the sound of an aircraft approaching got everyone’s attention as a large plane made its descent onto the runway. Nat slipped her hand into yours and gave it a big squeeze as you all watched the plane land. As the engines died down, the hatch opened to rest on the ground. Steve stepped out first, followed by Bruce, Thor, Clint, and finally Bucky. His eyes looked tired but the moment they met with yours they opened wide. His pace quickened as he walked past everyone else and headed towards you.

“Go,” Natasha whispered to you as she squeezed your hand again and let go. 

Your legs began moving on their own accord as you ran to him, tears now streaming down your face. “Buck!” You cried out, reaching your arms towards him. 

He dropped his bag as you approached and once you were close enough he swept you into his arms, spinning you around. “Y/n, God it’s so good to be home. Missed you so much baby, thought about you every fuckin day.” He said quietly in your ear.

“Me too,” you sniffed and wiped your eyes. “I was so worried you weren’t-”

Bucky stopped you with a kiss that stole your breath away. You could feel the passion and desperation on his lips as you kissed. “I told you I’d do everything in my power to come home to you, and I did. M’ not going anywhere anytime soon doll, I’m right here.” He said as he broke the kiss to look down at you.

“There’s so much that I need to tell you I-” “Hang on,” Bucky said, frowning as he took a closer look at you. His eyes were focused on the stitches above your eyebrow and the light bruising around it. “What happened, Peaches? Did someone do this to you?” Bucky pointed to your injury.

You shook your head. “I uhhh, got into a little accident.” You admitted sheepishly.

Bucky’s eyes widened as he cupped your face. “What happened? Are you okay?”

Your heart swelled. Bucky had always been the caring type to those he held close, and you were no exception. He doted on you and fretted over every injury. You were sometimes mildly annoyed by his overprotectiveness, but in this moment you didn’t care. You missed him so much, you’d let him fuss over anything if it meant his hands and attention were on you. “I hit a light pole while I was distracted. Nat and Sam found me and brought me to see Dr. Cho. I have a concussion and these stitches need to come out next week.”

Bucky leaned forward to place a gentle kiss over your injury. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there baby, are you doing okay now? What made you so distracted?” You sighed and looked away, your face still in his hands. “I just…I missed you so much Buck.” Your voice broke as the tears started again. “I adopted a cat because I was lonely and then I got worried about what you’d say if you ever made it home and I accidentally drifted off the road and hit the pole head on. I’m pretty sure I passed out because I don’t remember getting to the hospital.”

His gaze softened again and you noticed how glassy his eyes were. “Oh Y/n, I’m so sorry I caused you so much grief and stress. I can’t imagine how hard this has been on you. But I’m here now and I’m not going anywhere.”

“But what about the cat I adopted? And the damage I did to the car? You’re not mad?” You asked, still crying. 

“Never baby, I could never be mad at you. You’re my perfect peach. The car can be fixed, as long as you’re okay I don’t care about anything else. Plus I’ve always wanted to own a pet someday, just never got the chance. What kind of cat is it?” He kissed your forehead.

“She’s a stray. I found her at the park and no one came forward to claim her. I named her Alpine. You’re gonna love her.” You said with a smile, the tears finally starting to subside.

“I’m sure I will. I already like the name.” Bucky kissed you again before grabbing his bag and wrapping his metal arm around your waist. “Let’s go home so I can meet her.”

You and Bucky said some quick hellos and goodbyes to the team before heading to his motorcycle and driving home. Nat gave you a thumbs up and Sam nodded as you made your exit. You pressed your cheek against his back as he drove, cherishing the feeling you thought you’d never experience again. Your arms were tight around his waist, never wanting to let go. Bucky’s heart felt like it was going to burst at any moment. For days on end he wondered when he would get to see you again, what you’d been up to without him. Without HYDRA looming over everyone, he could finally focus all of his attention on you-and he planned on showing you just how much he missed you when you got home. When you and Bucky entered the apartment, Alpine hopped off her tree and pranced over to you. 

“Bucky, this is Alpine. Alpine, this is your new dad!” You said kneeling down to pet her.

Bucky smiled and held his hand out for her to sniff. It didn’t take her long to rub her face into his hand, asking for pets as well. “Hi sweetie, you’re so cute. Your mama did a wonderful job picking you out.”

Alpine meowed in response before leaving to go lounge somewhere, prancing slightly as she walked. 

You turned to Bucky to ask him something but were stopped by his lips crashing against yours. You felt that same neediness in his touch that you’d felt back at the compound, but this time there was no one watching. Bucky growled into the kiss as his hands cupped your ass, squeezing it before hoisting you up into his arms. You made a sound of surprise as he pressed you against the wall, your tongues circling each other. Your thighs wrapped themselves around his wait and your arms found themselves around his neck. You hadn’t felt this good in a while, the pleasure was intoxicating. Despite your body’s response to his touch, you knew you needed to tell him the last thing that was on your mind. 

“Bucky,” you said breathlessly. “Wait, I need to tell you something.” You pulled back slightly, your gaze meeting his.

“You okay doll?” He asked, gently letting you down again but still keeping you in his embrace. “I didn’t hurt you or anything did I?” You shook your head. “No Buck, it’s not that. I…” You took a deep breath, your heart beating wildly. “Y/n, your heart’s racing. What’s going on?” Bucky’s heightened senses picked up on your quickened breathing as well as your increased heart rate.

“When I was at the hospital with Natasha and Sam, they ran a bunch of tests to see what was wrong. They didn’t know if I’d passed out behind the wheel or something so they did some extra diagnostics and…” you swallowed hard. 

“It’s okay Peaches, you can tell me.” Bucky reassured you. 

“...I’m pregnant, Buck. I’m pregnant with your baby.” You finally whispered, your eyes watery again.

Bucky’s grip on you tightened ever so slightly as he looked down to your stomach. At that moment, it started to click. Your tummy did look slightly bigger than he remembered and his enhanced hearing finally honed in on the faint but rapid extra heartbeat that he hadn’t locked onto until that very moment. He looked back up at you, both of you searching each other’s faces for a reaction. “I thought,” Bucky cleared his throat. “I thought I couldn’t get you pregnant. That’s what the doctor said.”

You shook your head. “They said it was a very low likelihood, but not impossible. And I guess now it’s possible.”

Bucky took a moment to process what you’d said before he sunk down to his knees so he was eye level with your stomach. “Can I?” He asked as he looked up at you. 

You nodded, unsure of what he was doing but curious to see what his next move would be.

Bucky carefully lifted your shirt to further reveal your baby bump. His flesh hand gently grazed across your skin while his metal one held onto your waist. His eyes wandered over the curve before he placed a kiss on it, sending goosebumps over your skin. “Hey in there, it’s your Dad.” He said in a low, soft tone. “I’m sorry I’ve been gone for a while but I’m home now and I’m here to take care of you and your Mom.”

“Bucky,” you whispered, tears falling. The scene before you was so heartwarming, you had been so anxious about his reaction that you’d forgotten about the best case scenario where Bucky was happy about this news. “I didn’t know what you’d think or what you’d say but, I think I want to keep it. I want to raise this baby with you, if you want to.”

Bucky kissed your stomach again before lowering your shirt and standing. He kissed your lips, this time much softer and slower. “I do too doll. I just worry, do you think I’ll be a good dad? You know my past, I’ve done so many horrible things-”

“And you’re working to make amends. Besides, that wasn’t you, your mind wasn’t your own. I have never and will never hold those things over you. That was the Winter Soldier, not you. And you’re not him anymore. You’re James Bucky Barnes and I love you more than anything in this world.” You got up on your tiptoes and kissed him, curling your fingers into his soft brown hair.

Bucky immediately reciprocated, bringing you closer to him and kissing you with every ounce of affection he had in his body.

“You’re going to be an amazing dad, I know it.” You whispered as you broke the kiss to make eye contact. 

“Then I guess we’re having a baby.” Bucky smiled, his nerves easing. “Do you know how far along you are, doll?”

“17 weeks now. When I go back to see Dr. Cho to get these out she’s gonna do another ultrasound and tell us the gender.”

“I’ll come with you. Doesn’t matter what’s going on, the only thing that matters is my you and our little Plum.” Bucky cupped your cheek. “And I don’t care what gender it is, I’ll love 'em just the same.”

You smiled as your heart fluttered. “I love you so much Bucky. I’m so glad you’re home again.”

“Me too Peaches, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be. You’re my home now.”

Suddenly you doubled over in pain, clutching your stomach. “Fuck me,” you groaned. “I went all morning without any cramping and now I have to deal with this?”

Bucky’s hold on you tightened, supporting you with ease. He gently rubbed your back as you winced in pain. “Is this uhh, normal? Should I be worried?” He frowned, slightly worried.

“Yeah, cramping is normal. It’s been happening more and more recently and the only thing that helps besides Tylenol is hot water.”

“Lemme run you a bath then doll, I’ll fill it with your favorite soap and light some candles for you. Go get undressed and meet me in the bathroom when you’re ready.” Bucky kissed your forehead and guided you to your bedroom. 

Once you were sitting on the bed, he went into the bathroom and started running the water. You laid down and sighed. You missed this kind of pampering from him. Whenever you were sick or injured, Bucky would do anything to help you feel better. You knew that this pregnancy would be no exception since he was already back to his fussing and fretting. You sat up and slowly took off your clothes, laying them down next to your night stand. You’d only worn them for a few hours so they could be worn again later. As you finished getting undressed, Bucky came back into the bedroom to escort you into your bath. You took note of the way his gaze swept up and down your body, pausing on your breasts and belly. Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

“You’re staring.” You muttered shyly, looking away.

Bucky grinned mischievously as he closed the distance between you two, his hands wrapped around you. “Sorry Peaches, can’t help it. You look gorgeous as always but pregnancy looks even better on you.” Bucky kissed a trail from behind your ear down your neck and to your boobs, making you sigh with pleasure. His lips grazed over your left nipple and he began suckling it. The heightened sensitivity made you cry out, your core now wet. “That feel good, doll?”

“Sensitive,” you whined out as Bucky continued his biting and sucking.

“Ohh, I see. Are your tits extra sensitive now?” Bucky asked in a teasing tone of voice.

You nodded, unable to form full sentences. Your head was dizzy with pleasure, your body practically igniting under Bucky’s touch.

“Your bath’s ready baby girl,” Bucky said as he stopped his teasing and you groaned. “C’mon, let’s get you in there. I’ll wash you off, give you a nice long massage,” he suddenly leaned in so close his lips brushed against your ear with every word you spoke. “And then I’ll show you just how much I missed you.” 

You shivered, your body responding immediately to his words. You were just as wrapped around his finger as he was yours, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

[johnnysuhbmarine]

On the Same Page ♡ Masterlist

Pairing: Haechan x reader Description: Knowing a change of scenery was what your mental health needed, you transferred to where your brother, Mark, goes to college. The good news is, he’s not too cool for his younger sister, so he lets you join his friend group immediately. The bad news is, Haechan is in that friend group, and a brief encounter four years ago was enough for you to understand he does NOT like you. Even worse news, he’s a lot hotter than he was four years ago…

Genre: smau (some written parts), college au, crack, some angst, some fluff, "enemies" but more so strangers to lovers, brother's best friend, so many (2) ups and downs, general idiocy when it comes to feelings Content Warnings: swearing, death jokes, mentions of depression and anxiety, mentions of bullying, a few punches thrown here and there (reader is not involved)

A/n: Please know I do not take the above subjects lightly and do not intend for it to come across that way at any point in this smau. As someone who struggles with this stuff, I guess I was kind of writing what I needed to hear sometimes (so forgive me for some self-indulgence)...and as a comm major who did an entire research paper around the impact of friends/social support on one's depression, I felt okay addressing those topics here - I promise I’m not uninformed and just trying to add plot points. As always, take care of yourself first. I love you.

Status: completed! Started: October 27, 2024 Ended: December 14, 2024 Taglist closed

[Intro: SM University Besties] [Intro: NCIT Crew] [Chapter One: Female intuition]

[Chapter Two: A SISTER?!?!]

[Chapter Three: why he kinda...]

[Chapter Four: It must be a sibling thing]

[Chapter Five: Chat, am I jealous?]

[Chapter Six: Normal person? No can do.]

[Chapter Seven: a pretty good guess]

[Chapter Eight: mono boy]

[Chapter Nine: He's a sleazebag]

[Chapter Ten: What is a star party?]

[Chapter Eleven: on the way]

[Chapter Twelve: my sister's favorite movie]

[Chapter Thirteen: You’re pretty cool, too]

[Chapter Fourteen: It’s a little bit funny]

[Chapter Fifteen: I'll just ask Mark] (partly written)

[Chapter Sixteen: smol bear] (partly written)

[Chapter Seventeen: doing a great job]

[Chapter Eighteen: locking in]

[Chapter Nineteen: scheiße]

[Chapter Twenty: not as cute as Mark]

[Chapter Twenty-One: Mr. Snippy]

[Chapter Twenty-Two: Take a break]

[Chapter Twenty-Three: couldn't keep my promise]

[Chapter Twenty-Four: The men in y/n's life]

[Chapter Twenty-Five: Halloween]

[Chapter Twenty-Six: A little birdie]

[Chapter Twenty-Seven: I don't need your protection]

[Chapter Twenty-Eight: butterflies in her stomach]

[Chapter Twenty-Nine: EMERGENCY]

[Chapter Thirty: We're so back] (partly written)

[Chapter Thirty-One: lunch dates]

[Chapter Thirty-Two: pretty girl] (partly written)

[Epilogue: three months later...]

[jinwoosbabyboo]

Onychinus Personal Chef III

ꩇׁׅ݊ You became Sylus' personal chef based off of pure chance. He's picky, he's annoying and he is just so damn fine. ꩇׁׅ݊ fem!reader, sylus x personal-chef!reader pt 3 of a 4 part series

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6 months later…..

You grew to tolerate Sylus as time went by. Who were you kidding you had such a big crush on your boss it was ridiculous. You kept your feelings to yourself though because even though you would let him bend you over his kitchen island this was your job and you needed to draw a professional line somewhere.

Besides he could have any woman he wants there's no way he'd want his personal chef. You needed to remain professional you couldn't afford to lose a once in a lifetime job like this. You blatantly ignored his flirting hoping that would help keep your feelings from growing.

'He’s a calculated man he just enjoys the games' That's what you told yourself whenever he flirted.

“Girl you are quite literally living the life what’s the problem?” Your best friend said over the phone as you were laying in bed after a busy day of back to back orders from your boss and the twins; mainly the twins.

“Yea I know it’s just it’s getting hard having to be around him every day and my thoughts are just getting worse and worse” You palmed your forehead and fell back against your headboard. “Let me guess you were folding an omelet and imagined him folding you like an omelet instead?” You stared at the phone in silence. “Well?”

“Bitch I almost burned the omelet” You two burst into a fit of laughter just as you heard a knock at the door. “I’ll call you back” You quickly hung up the phone and ran to your bedroom door. “Yes?” You cracked the door open and see two faces that always make your day. “Luke! Kieran! Hi what can I do for you?”

“Uhh me and Luke were wondering if you’d be up for making those lemon tarts you made yesterday we know it late and it’s fine if you just want to sleep-”

“Of course I'll make my favorite boys some lemon tarts go start zesting the lemons and I'll be right there I just need to tie my hair back” You always enjoyed cooking and the twins made it all the better. They’d become your closest friends while living here.

Once you’d made one too many lemon tarts and the boys were now yawning after their late night treat you started cleaning up. “Go lay down you know how Sylus gets when you two fall asleep at the counter” They nodded and disappeared out of the kitchen.

You were just finishing up cleaning when you felt someones presence. “You know the cleaners can do all of this for you right?” You kept your back to Sylus as you finished scrubbing the last bowl. “I know, but why give them more work when they already have this entire place to keep clean”

“You made lemon tarts?” Sylus asked seemingly ignoring your response as he picked up one of your tarts. You finally turn to see him standing on the other side of the kitchen in nothing, but a pair of gray sweats. His entire upper half was drool worthy and so was the print in his pants. You had to quickly divert your attention before you actually started drooling. “Yes you can have that one”

“They’re my favorite” His low sultry voice had your skin hot and your heart racing. “There’s only one left?” You nodded as you continuously scrubbed the obviously clean bowl in the sink. “Yes Sir I hope you enjoy it”

“Did you get one?” He asked and you could hear his footsteps getting closer and that heady scent of his beginning to waft around you "and what's with the sudden formality?"

You shook your head as you moved to dry the bowl off by hand. Anything to make space between you and him. "I tasted as I made them and you're my boss sir" You were unsuccessful with the attempt to put any space between you two because once you were done drying the bowl you couldn't reach the shelf that it needed to go on. Suddenly you felt Sylus' hand brush yours as he grabbed the bowl and placed it on the shelf. Just as you were about to run again he turned you to face him.

“Speak. What's wrong?” He questioned with a quirked brow. You looked anywhere, but at him as you searched your brain for anyway to keep this conversation professional. “The twins ate the rest …. they requested them Sir” You tried to sound confident, but your voice came out breathy. "That's not what I asked" His voice was as smooth as velvet and it had your stomach doing back flips.

Damn it.

"Sylus it feels like you're playing with my emotions and I'm trying my hardest to remain professional" Your frustration was palpable and all Sylus did was eye you with a smirk before putting his attention on the tart in his hand. A satisfied hum rumbled from his chest as he took a bite; relishing in the taste. “You have some on your lip” You reached up to wipe it and stopped yourself only for Sylus to grab your wrist and use your finger to wipe his lip. He then turned your hand and guided your finger onto your bottom lip smearing the sweet and tangy filling on your lip. Your tongue darted out instinctively tasting it and for some reason it tasted even better this way.

“Is this what they call an indirect kiss?” He questioned as he held onto your wrist and continued to close the distance between you two. “Y-Yea I guess” Your voice was nothing but a breathy whisper. Why was he acting like this? His gaze was so intense it almost seemed like he wanted it to be a direct kiss. That’s when you notice Sylus had you backed up against the counter. You panicked as you realized your composure was starting to slip “I should probably get to bed I have a lot of prep to do tomorrow for a certain someone who likes to give me complicated ass meal requests” You mentally high five yourself for not stuttering considering the fact that his scent was so intoxicating you were damn near melting. You needed to get away from him before you did something you’d regret.

Sylus sat the tart down behind you trapping you between him and the counter. “Complicated?” He said as he tipped your chin up and leaned in closer giving him direct access to a searing kiss if he wanted it. Part of you really hoped he wanted it as much as you did. “Yes you’re very picky Mr. Qin” Sylus could feel your breath on his lips; his gazed snapped down to your lips which immediately parted. “Why do you think I chose you?” Before you could question what he just said he dipped his head connecting his lips with yours in a heated kiss. You froze for a second your brain not wanting to believe what is happening when you felt Sylus swipe his tongue across your bottom lip and you opened up moaning into his mouth as you melted into the kiss.

Sylus held you close to his body, one arm snaking around your waist and his other hand gripping the nape of your neck. You pulled away out of breath; your heavy breaths mingling with his. He placed one last quick kiss on your lips before grabbing his half-eaten tart and turning to leave. Just as he reached the doorway he stopped and glanced over his shoulder “I hope that was clear enough for you about where I stand” and with that he turned and headed down the hall.

You fell to your knees immediately once he was out of sight. “Did that really just happen?”

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ꩇׁׅ݊ taglist ; @mangooes @mourning-into-dancing @ladyparamount @kindalonely-ngl @everythingistaken00

ꩇׁׅ݊ Just realized this could have another part …. I like baby cliffhangers though. Maybe there will be a part 4 no promises MUAH💋 update: y'all got pt 4 outta me love ya

[alchemistc]

He'd had a dream about this, once. Sweat still cooling, sheets tangled at his feet, a view of Eddie Diaz's bedroom ceiling.

Sue him - Tommy's not the first guy who ever had a raunchy dream about a straight friend. For a few weeks there, both Diaz and Evan Buckley had featured heavily in his rotation. And then Evan had tried to murder his best friend and Tommy had kissed him about it and now...

Tommy shifts his weight. Slides his hand across the sheets - Evan's sheets, still familiar even if the location has changed. Christ, why had Eddie never scraped the popcorn off his ceiling? It's an easy job, really, even if it is painfully boring and time consuming, he could -

The hand that curls around his neck, just under his jaw, is light, careful, still possibly covered in Tommy's cum.

"I missed you," Evan says, and Tommy feels the panic bubbling under his skin, a miasma of humming thrumming reminders that this had been a bad idea from the start. That "randomly" running into his ex three shots deep at the bar had been one of his shittier plans, fueled by his own tipsy jealousy at seeing Evan's drinking partner grinning at him for a good hour while Tommy got progressively worse at pool.

He opens his mouth to let Evan down. He can't do this There's no world where this changes anything. For Christ's sake, he'd only done it because the possessive monster inside of him had heard Evan introduce him to Ravi Panikkar as 'my... Tommy' and the rest of his brain had left the fucking building.

"Everything is so screwed, Tommy. Eddie, and Maddie, and - I just. I want to work on this. I want - I know I didn't say it right before, but everything went to shit that day and if we could just..."

He's always done this. Fucked Tommy to the brink of brainlessness and then proceeded to talk a mile a minute like the sex they'd had was inspirational and energizing. Tommy'd been endeared by it from the start. He still is.

He fucking hates that.

"I can - we can go slow. You set the pace, Tommy, I promise."

"Buck," he starts, and everything in Evan shuts down all at once.

He's done a poor job of keeping that line drawn in his own head - all these months later and he still thinks too much about him, still thinks of him as Evan, and it's a shitty thing to do when they're both fully aware that it's something of a treat for both of them - that name that's been mostly Tommy's since the day Buck found himself at the academy with three Evan's and grinned his way through a nicknaming process.

Evan's hand unfurls from its spot, fingers slipping from where they'd been working at his earlobe. He's gone from soft and pliant glued to Tommy's side, to stiff as he rolls away, sheets travelling with him, and Tommy doesn't fight it when they shift free of him, leaving him bare as the day he was born.

At least he's got his trusty fucking walls. Those at least will keep Evan from glancing up and seeing him break his own heart in two twice over.

Evan rolls to a sit, heaves his legs over the bed. In the soft light Tommy can map out the constellation of moles on his curved back as he drops his head into his hands.

The silence is deafening.

"I, uh ... I think you should go?"

Tommy's certain he doesn't mean for it to sound like a question. He's also certain Evan Buckley has never once in his life been anything but a novice at hiding emotion in his face, body language, voice.

He's pretty sure they could do this a hundred times and Evan might just let him.

Tommy doesn't speak as he gathers his clothes. Doesn't speak as he steals furtive glances around the hem of his T-shirt, doesn't speak as he realizes he didn't even make time for cleanup so he's definitely driving home with the evidence of this night still fucking on him.

Evan's still cradling his head in his hands when Tommy shoves his foot into a boot, not bothering with laces because maybe he'll just fucking trip on the curb and fall into oncoming traffic. It might be the better option.

"I'm -."

"Don't," Evan says, just loud enough for Tommy to know he's barking around a phlegmy throat. "This is worse, just so you know. It was already bad, Tommy..."

Tommy expects there to be more, but there isn't anything. Evan's shoulders heave, and Tommy grabs his keys and phone off the side table, and he blinks and he's somehow out the door, eyes stinging and blood rushing in his ears and he honestly shouldn't be driving but he's not gonna leave his fucking truck here.

He's not entirely sure how he makes it home. He comes back to himself with scalding hot water washing away the evidence of his fuck-up, throat sore and jaw tight and his phone blowing up on the bathroom countertop.

He shouldn't feel the vindication he does that at least this time he milked enough emotion out of Evan to make him send fourteen - his phone buzzes again - fifteen texts in a row.

He feels it anyway, and just to dig the knife deeper into his own chest he shuts his phone off for the night the moment he's towelled himself dry.

Tomorrow. He'll figure it out tomorrow.

He's been telling himself that for five months - a year - his whole fucking life. Maybe one day he'll be telling the truth.

[slutoru1207]

Invincible!Mark x Variants!reader imagine

As requested <33333

It had been a few months since the Invincible War, and Mark was finally starting to feel like things were settling down. The nightmares had lessened, the world was slowly recovering, and for once, he felt like he could breathe. That peace, however, was short-lived.

Because now, he had a whole new problem. You. Well, multiple yous.

The first one had shown up out of nowhere, confused and disoriented but seemingly harmless. The second had arrived only a few hours later. Then the third. By the time the GDA realized what was happening, there were six variants of you, all from different dimensions, all equally shocked to be here. And, worst of all? They only wanted to stay with Mark.

It wasn’t even up for discussion. The GDA had tried separating them, offering different accommodations, but every single one had the same response:

“No thanks, I’ll stay with Mark.”

Mark was losing his mind.

“Are you serious?” he groaned, running a hand through his hair as he stared at the multiple versions of his girlfriend sitting comfortably in the GDA containment facility.

One of them grinned. “Aw, babe, don’t sound so upset.”

“I—I’m not your babe!” Mark spluttered, pointing an accusing finger at her. He turned to you, his actual girlfriend, who was leaning against the wall with her arms crossed, watching this unfold with barely contained amusement. “Can you say something here?”

You shrugged, smiling. “They’re me, Mark. I think it’s sweet that they like you so much.”

One of the variants—the one wearing a slightly different outfit than yours—sighed dramatically. “Like? Like is an understatement, sweetheart.” She turned to Mark, propping her chin in her hands. “Have you seen yourself? If I was thrown into a different universe and you were here, I’d stick to you like glue too.”

Another variant nodded. “Same. No way I’m letting this prime piece of Viltrumite ass out of my sight.”

Mark choked.

You bit your lip, hard, trying to suppress a laugh.

“You—you can’t just say things like that!” Mark spluttered, his face turning a deep shade of red.

One of the variants smirked. “Why not? I mean, it’s true. Have you looked in a mirror?”

“I—That’s not the point!”

From that moment on, Mark knew he was doomed.

The GDA eventually gave up on trying to separate them. Until they found a way to send them back to their respective dimensions, they were on lockdown, and Mark—along with you—had been assigned to keep an eye on them.

Which was easier said than done.

Because Mark couldn’t catch a break.

Everywhere he went, they followed. And worse? They flirted relentlessly.

“Mark, honey, you look so tense.” One of them leaned against his shoulder, tracing a finger down his arm. “I could give you a massage if you want~.”

He jumped away like he’d been burned. “NO.”

Another giggled. “You don’t have to be so shy. We’re all technically the same person—so really, it’s not that weird.”

“It is absolutely that weird!”

You? Oh, you were having the time of your life watching him suffer.

Sitting on the couch, you rested your chin in your palm, eyes twinkling as Mark shot you a helpless look.

“You could help me, you know,” he grumbled, arms crossed as he tried to keep some distance between him and his rapidly growing harem of you.

You shrugged, barely holding in your laughter. “And miss this? No way.”

The variants giggled, and Mark swore he could feel his soul leaving his body.

Things only got worse as the days passed.

The variants knew he was flustered by their attention, and they leaned into it hard.

One whispered in his ear, voice dripping with mischief, “You know, if you ever wanted to see what it’s like to have two of me at once—”

Mark walked out of the room immediately.

You cried laughing.

Every day was like this. Every day, Mark suffered through compliments, teasing, and not-so-subtle attempts at seduction, all while you sat back and watched the chaos unfold.

And as much as he hated to admit it, he was kind of getting used to it.

The variants, despite their relentless flirting, were still you. They were kind, funny, and weirdly protective over him—if anyone so much as looked at Mark wrong, they’d be ready to throw hands, much to his horror.

But they never stopped teasing him.

And honestly? You weren’t sure if Mark would survive until the GDA found a way to send them home.

[wlwsoccerfics]

We need to talk (AlexiaPutellasXTeenReader)

Warnings: hearing loss/hard of hearing. Some angst.

Summary: your Mama realizes that you are hiding something major from her so she tries to talk to you about it.

"y/n Isadora Raya Putellas!" Your mama said, standing in the doorway of your bedroom. Nothing, there was no response. Something that had happened many times over the last few months. Your teachers noticed as well. Which is why they had called your Mama to let her know.

Since she had gotten the call, she tested that theory of you being hard of hearing. She had tested it multiple times. And all of this has made her realize that her suspicion was more than just that. You actually suffered from hearing loss.

She walked over to you. Gently touching your shoulder. Which made you jump a bit. This broke Alexias heart.

"sweet Girl, we need to talk." She said loud enough so you could hear her. You nodded your head softly. Biting down on your bottom lip cause you had a feeling what this was about. And you didn't really want to discuss that topic.

"okay." You just replied. Your Mama sat down on the bed next to you.

"you are losing your hearing. Why didn't you tell me, cariño?" Your Mama wanted to know. You started biting down on your bottom lip, looking quite sad.

"cause i thought If i ignored the Problem it would just Go away and i could continue to live my Life like i have before this." You admitted.

"sweets, that's not how it works!" Your Mama stated.

"i know...but this can put my entire Life on hold. Barca is kicking me out when they find out about this! A deaf football player won't work for that Style of Play! I just made the jump from the B Team, Mama. And it was all for nothing!" You sobbed out. Your Mama gently rubbed your back.

"Sweetheart you don't know that yet! We will talk to them. I am the captain and you are my daughter. They care about what i have to say. But what's important right now is that we need to go see a doctor!" Your Mama told you.

"you promise that you will be by my side the entire time?cause i am scared about what the doctor says!" You explained. "Even though i know it won't be good!" You added. Wiping away your tears. Your Mama kissed the top of your head.

"i promise!" She told you. Your Mama was quite glad you two could talk to one another when she was close. Hoping that you wouldn't fully lose your hearing.

Just two days later you did have your doctors appointment. Sitting in the Exam room, the doctor checking your ears.

"did you by any Chance had an ear infection recently?" He asked. You were biting down on your bottom lip. Your Mama looked at you.

"cariño, please answer the question." Your Mama said, she was actually certain that she knew what the answer was gonna be. Turned out how right she was a fes Seconds later.

"yeah i had one two months ago but didn't say anything. Cause i wanted to play in the finale for my Team!" You admitted.

"y/n, that wasn't a good Idea. Good News it won't probably get worse any time soon. But the hearing you lost won't return." The doctor informed you.

"oh." Was all you said. After a few minutes If him talking to your Mama about hearing aids being an option and you saying you want to give them a try, you Set up an appointment to get some fitted.

After the doctors you went to practice with your Mama. And she walked inside the building to the Office while you went to the changing rooms. No one was there yet. You and your Mama were almost an hour early.

Alexia was talking to the Coaches and important stuff members so you could stay on the Team.

You just put on your cleats when Frido walked in.

"hey Kid, are you okay? You look upset." She stated. She was right about that. This was your fault. You could have gone to the doctors when you had the ear infection. Instead you didn't. Now you paid the price for it.

"i suffer from hearing loss!" You told her. And she frowned softly.

"i am sorry to hear that kiddo." She answered and gave your shoulder a gentle pat.

Soon the changing room filled up with more people and your Mama came back, giving you a thumbs up to let you know things were okay. You let out a sigh of relief. This didn't go unnoticed by the Team.

"what's going on?" Ingrid asked you but she was too far away so you didn't hear her.

"y/n?" Pina asked.

"she can't hear you. She lost Part of her hearing." Frido replied. Everyone was shocked. Your Mama was surprised.

"she told you?" Your Mama wanted to know.

"yes." Frido nodded her head softly. All of the loud noises did caught your attention and you looked up.

"huh? Why are you looking at me like that...wait you all know." You figured out.

"we Support you!" Caro said.

"they are all part of your Family. Our Family is always there for one another, cariño. No matter what." Your Mama replied.

It was true. You had so many people that cared about you and no matter what, there would always be someone you could turn to for Help.

[luveline]

begging on my hands and knees (if you haven’t already) for you to write something about Aaron during the birth of your child 🥲🥲 and jack’s reaction to meeting his new sibling

You suffer through labour, Aaron dotes, and Jack meets his baby sister. fem, 2k

cw for labour/delivery, no graphic imagery

For some people, giving birth is a fast affair. Dilation occurs quickly, and after twenty or so pushes, a baby is born. Some people can go into labour and be finished within the hour. 

You, unfortunately, have not had that kind of luck. And that’s okay —it’s also entirely normal for this process to be difficult. Doesn’t make it hurt any less to watch, but Aaron has thick skin. Who cares what he’s feeling? You’re about to have a baby. 

He stands at the head of the bed with his arm over your pillow, tired despite himself, a styrofoam cup of ice chips in his hand. He presses it to your cheek, and every couple of minutes he changes it to the other one. Your forehead is wet with sweat, your face puffy with sobbing tears, but you’re beautiful in your sleep. Beautiful to him. 

He leans down to press a kiss to your forehead where he stays for some time. Your heart monitor beeps. 

A few minutes later, your heart monitor jumps. A strike of pain to warn of an oncoming contraction. 

You drag yourself from sleep to find his eyes. “Hi,” you whisper. 

He doesn’t know what to say. What can sum it up? Aaron doesn’t think he’s felt this many emotions in his life; he thinks of Jack, his baby face, and he thinks of Haley squishing his pink cheeks; he thinks of your hands, how chapped your palms are, how much he hates to see you crying like this; he thinks of your little baby so close to being here, and all your months of triumph and love and good luck to get to this moment. 

This is the biggest privilege of his life, in line with Jack’s birth. 

He doesn’t feel like he deserves it, but he makes himself a man who could deserve you. “Hello,” he says, pressing the back of his hand to your raging forehead. “How are you feeling?” 

“It has to be time soon.” 

“You think so? Should I find someone?” 

He speaks in solid but hushed tones, as though a raised voice might hurt you more. You find his chest to press your hand to space above his heart, where you give him a little rub back and forth. “No,” you say, tears welling in your eyes as the monitor spikes, “not yet.” 

He helps you into a sitting position which quickly becomes a bent over and keening position. Aaron obviously doesn’t know how childbirth feels, but he has experienced his own scar tissue ripping apart inside his abdomen as his organs flooded with his own blood. By the looks of it, you’re hurting worse than that. You don’t even speak. Your moans turn to panicked shouting before you get so scared your voice disappears. 

He doesn’t like it at all. He waits a good long minute with you for the pain to pass, his hand in yours as you squeeze it to mulch, his nose pressed remorsefully to your cheek. It fades like all the others. 

“I know,” he says as you start to cry in earnest, “it’s over. It’s over.” 

“It’s not over,” you snip, sniffing. 

He leans over your lap to press the button that asks for help. “You’re doing amazing.” 

It’s a hard night. At nearing one in the morning, they measure your dilation and agree it’s time to push. You tolerate it well, but it still takes two and a half hours of agony and tears. Aaron doesn’t cry, but he does feel an acute ache for you, and an excitement you probably can’t feel yourself. Every push is one step closer to the baby. 

Just after three hours, when the midwives are whispering to one another in concern and Aaron is sure he’ll never feel his left hand again, you have a baby. 

She’s snipped, cleaned up, and laid gently on your chest within seconds. You’ll never know how whole and brimming Aaron’s heart feels in that moment, to see you crying against the little forehead of your baby, to watch your arms cradle her body tenderly. 

He’s sure everyone in the room will forgive him for crying too. Just a couple of tears, smiling as you look down at her in pure joy. No shock, no sign of all that pain. 

“Oh, fuck, Aaron,” you say suddenly, to the delight of everyone in the room, “she’s got your frown.” 

She’s screaming, as babies tend to do. Aaron presses himself as close as he can to confirm the wrinkle between her brows. 

“I’m sorry,” he says, kissing your cheek. 

You breathe out deeply. “It’s okay. I forgive you.” 

Sorry for the pain and gunk. You forgive him for everything. 

You’re feeling nearly yourself again when morning comes, Aaron can tell. Showered, changed, swaddled with post-labour padding and with half a sandwich in your stomach, he can nearly forget the sound of your panicked crying. You’re hoarse as though you’ve been out for the night with friends, whispering clumsy love notes to your daughter where she naps in your lap. 

“So pretty,” you say, running an awed fingertip over her nose, “so beautiful, baby. You’re so beautiful. Look at your liccle nose.” You dip into sugar. “Aw, look at your nose.” 

“That’s your nose,” he says. 

“I think so.” 

She’s a baby so it’s hard to say for sure, but Aaron hopes she has your lovely nose and that she looks exactly like you, if she only keeps his wrinkled brow. 

You lean back. The bed has been wiped down and changed, your pillow from home propped behind your shoulders. Jack’s good luck talisman sits on the night table, waiting for him to visit. Aaron has been away for weeks, sometimes months at a time, and still he misses him after not seeing him these last eighteen hours. 

“He’s on his way, right?” you ask, noticing Aaron’s quiet. 

Aaron picks up Mr. Bear where he sits on the nightstand and massages the teddy’s arms and stomach. “Can’t you hear him?”

“My sister!” Jack is saying, words too fast to pick up each one, “Jess, we have to be faster!” 

“I’m going as fast as I can, sweetheart!” 

Aaron meets him at the door. Jack sees his father, probably just the shape of him, and starts to run down the hallway. He slams into Aaron’s legs, who pulls him up against his chest for a two-armed hug that he couldn’t need more. 

“Jackers,” he says in relief.

“Dad, put me down!” He must see you over Aaron’s shoulder. “Y/N! You’re okay!” 

“I’m more than okay, handsome! Were you worried about me?” 

“Is that my baby?” he says, rubbing his eyes with both hands.

You, Aaron and Jess all laugh. “Your baby sister. Are you gonna come and say hello? She’s been waiting for hours for you to wake up,” you say.

“I was waiting for her for hours first,” Jack says, climbing over Aaron’s shoulder, and then slipping back down as his father walks him into the hospital room to stop by your bed. 

Jess stays by the door. 

Aaron puts Jack on the bed beside you where there’s not much room for him, hands clasped around his arms just in case he does something sudden. “Oh,” Jack says, breathing out slowly. “Wow, dad.” 

“Wow,” Aaron echoes. 

“Can I touch her?” 

Assured he’ll be careful, Aaron lets Jack loose, and the boy waits for your signal before he pokes at the baby’s fisted hand. 

“She’s really little, huh?” you ask quietly. 

“Was I this little?” 

“You were smaller,” Aaron whispers. 

“She’s a real baby, dad.” 

“She’s super real. Does she look like you pictured?” Aaron asks. 

“No, I thought she’d look more like me.” 

This is really funny to you. Careful, you hold the baby to your chest and free an arm to cup Jack’s shoulder. “Buddy, I missed you. Aunt Jess says you stayed up past your bedtime, how are you feeling?” 

He smiles and goes shy at the same time. “I’m okay. I missed you, too.” 

“That’s good, I’m feeling good too.” You sniffle. 

“Are you sure?” Jack asks. 

“This is the best day ever. My little girl meeting her big brother.” You take a steadying breath, and you turn the baby toward Jack gently. “Do you wanna hold her?” 

Jack sits against your pillows and waits with pale terror on his face for you to pass him the baby. He bends over her as soon as she’s been placed, worried she’ll tip out of his lap, and you stroke the short brown strands of his hair, crops of it moving shiny under your touch. 

Aaron takes his phone from his pocket. In his rush, he struggles to find the capture button, recording a video instead that will take up most of the memory on his old phone and that he will refuse to part with. 

“Did she look like this in your belly?” Jack asks you, frowning. 

“Not the whole time. Why, does that bother you?” 

“Was she squished?” 

“No, she wasn’t squished. ‘Member how big my belly was?” You laugh warmly. “How big it still is.” 

“Will it ever be small again?” 

“Maybe somebody. I don’t mind.” You stroke his hair again. Baby makes a wet noise. “What do you think, lovely?” 

“About your belly?” 

“About the baby.” 

“I wish I was her.” 

You stroke behind his ear. “How come?” 

“I’m so tired, I wish I was sleeping too. But she is really small.” 

Aaron catches your relieved smile before he puts down the phone. “Do you want a nap, buddy? We can take a nap.” 

“I can take him home?” Jess suggests quietly. 

Aaron thanks her for everything. When you’re feeling better, he’s sure you’ll want to introduce Jess to the baby as well, but Jess doesn’t want to impose, and Aaron lets her go without fuss. Perhaps it’s a little hard on her to see. He doesn’t know. 

But Jess is a good woman, and he knows she’ll want to meet your baby whenever you’re ready. For now, it’s just you, Aaron, Jack, and the baby Hotchner.

Aaron sits in the plastic wrapped chair by the bed and leans back to accommodate sleepy Jack, who falls asleep with little more than a back rub and his family’s proximity. You look like you could sleep, too, but you won’t put the baby in the bassinet. You hold her and watch her for a soothing stretch of time, Aaron watching you both. 

“He’ll be more enthusiastic after he’s slept,” Aaron promises. 

You pucker and press teeny kisses to the baby’s ear. “He was perfect,” you murmur. “He was so gentle. We’re so lucky.” 

Aaron reaches over to hold your hand. You indulge him with an open palm, the two of you shushing in tandem as your children rouse, both of them perfect, and both parents very lucky. 

[angellekookie]

Always Been There | MYG - PART 1

Summary: Ever since the new kid moved into your cousin's old house, your life has been different.

Genre: Childhood Friends to Lovers AU, (half-sided) Academic Rivals to Lovers, it's romance- fluffy romance, maybe cliché (this is a warning)

WC: 5.1 K

Other Tags: Friend! Teahyung (mentioned), Cousin! Seokjin (mentioned)

Warnings: Brief mention of alcohol consumption, Age gap? Yoongi is like 2 years older than reader, Idk if I missed any, but let me know.

Pairings: Min Yoongi x F! Reader

Read also on Ao3!

Dividers by @thecutestgrotto

You never perceived yourself as a competitive child. You were usually quiet and reserved, often opting to be engaged in any book, watch television or play the occasional video game with your older cousin, Seokjin, who lived just down the street. This all changed one summer when your uncle got a new job in Seoul and had to move. Obviously, you missed him, he was your favourite cousin, your best friend. So every day you’d walk to your uncle’s old house hoping he’d come back from his new job and bring Seokjin home with him.

Days melted into weeks and the “For Sale” sign on the gate seemed to get bigger and bigger as if it existed solely to mock you. Or maybe it only appeared ten times the size because you stared at it so often, studying it, willing anything to change.

Summer's end brought you an initially pleasant surprise. This time, when you walked to Jin's house you saw people going back and forth taking boxes from a moving truck. Obviously, you thought that the day couldn’t get any better, your young mind not even considering that it could actually get worse.

Excitement led your feet through the gate and inside the yard where you saw a boy with his back turned to you. He appeared a bit shorter than how you remembered your cousin, but excitement didn’t let you think on that too much. Besides, surely you grew in the last few months, of course Jin wouldn’t look as tall to you any more.

The next five seconds happened both breathtakingly fast and painstakingly slow. The next five seconds changed what you thought was the best day of your life to the single worst day of your entire existence.

One second you were running towards your “cousin,” the next second you were making an unplanned descent, landing at the feet of who you later discovered was the son of your new neighbours.

At eight years old, maybe you still believed that kindness was the default setting of the world and expected the same from the boy looking down at you with his pale, chubby face. But whether it was disgust on his face, disdain—or maybe perhaps you were lucky and he just didn’t care—you didn’t know. What you did know was that you had to leave and you had to leave immediately.

That evening your parents barely managed to console you after you came home crying with a bruised kneecap. You were silent all through dinner and hardly gave any attention to what they were saying about inviting people somewhere and someone close in age. You had enough on your plate already with trying to forget the sheer embarrassment you had endured earlier in what you had once considered a safe space and the brussels sprouts your mother had insisted you eat tonight.

After that day, Min Yoongi became a constant in your life.

As luck would have it, your parents were speaking about your new neighbours that night. About how they meant to introduce themselves to them so they would feel welcomed to the neighbourhood. About the son they had who was around two years older than you, and how you both could be great friends.

You never anticipated that your mother would become best friends with Yoon Misook, which meant that you would come to spend a lot of time with the Mins. Birthday parties, holiday celebrations, family get-togethers… if you can name it, you had to be there and you had to be there with him.

Min Yoongi loved being right. There was always unmistakable joy present on his otherwise expressionless face when he knew he was right. Like when he beat you at chess, or told you that tomato was actually a fruit- it didn’t matter because you still didn’t like eating them anyways. You enjoyed wiping the smug little smirk right off his face. The thing was that you loved being right too, or rather, you greatly enjoyed telling Min Yoongi he was wrong. Enjoyed telling him that the sun was in fact a star, feeling higher than any sugar rush could take you when you let him know that acetic acid wasn’t technically vinegar- just a part of it. This was much to the dismay of both your parents, your friends, teachers, and anyone else who had the pleasure of having you both around at the same time.

Although maybe you should thank him.

During the school year, some time after your first meeting with Yoongi, you were sitting in his living room completing homework. His brows were furrowed in a delicate mix of concentration and confusion. You had stretched over to his side to see what was the matter, to see if you perhaps needed to ask his mother or older brother for help. “Yoongi-oppa, what’s wrong?” He didn’t look at you, for a second you wondered if he even heard you. You were going to nudge him with your pencil until he said your name. “Don’t worry about it. You won't understand it anyways.” His brows furrowed even more as he continued to work on his assignment.

Now you weren't planning to help him by any means. He was older than you and you were sure his fifth-grade math would give your third-grade math a run for its money. But him implying that you couldn't even understand it struck a nerve in your young brain. “Lemme see it, please, please, pleasee. Yoongiii-” he released a heavy sigh and turned his workbook towards you. Of course you were pleased with getting your way.

There were shapes, you definitely recognized the triangle and other shapes. You also knew about perimeter, but as you read further down the page admittedly some of the questions you didn’t quite understand just how they expected to get all those answers from a few shapes. It was your turn to have your brows furrowed in confusion.

Noting the shift in your facial expression, Yoongi took his workbook back. You looked up to find him looking at you with one eyebrow raised and a smug little smile on his face. He was daring you to say something, anything. You knew that, but you had nothing to say. “I told you.” He’d said, and hearing your silence, Yoongi knew that he was in fact right and a chuckle managed to escape him. You only huffed and returned to your seat, barely managing to finish the last question of your own assignment.

That night you swore it would be the last time you’d let Min Yoongi look at you like that. Call it your villain origin. Sheer spite, divine motivation, whatever it was and whatever it took you knew you just had to be better than you were, better than him eventually.

You had spent even more time with your face buried in books than you used to. If you were an academic weapon before, you made it your mission to become an academic armoury now. The next few years saw you move from just being at the top of your class, to being the top of the school- overtime skipping a grade and ending up in the same class as your favourite neighbour.

You still remember how he was laughing with his friends, completely unaware of your presence until the homeroom teacher called you up to the front to introduce you to the class. He was surprised, you’d hardly ever seen him surprised by anything, much less anything you’ve done. He often had little to no emotions on his face and after almost eight years of knowing him, you’d come to know that any emotion outside of his usual scope of nothing was absolutely monumental.

As much as possible, you tried to steer clear of Yoongi while at school except for some instances where a teacher thought it a good idea to have you both working together (that mistake was hardly made a second time). You’d quickly learn that in his first year of high school, Yoongi, who lacked any decent manners and people skills, was somehow popular among the students. You noticed how girls often giggled with their friends when they passed him, or how you would see him laugh more with his own group of friends than he ever did with you back home. This was understandable as the both of you only ever really managed to get on each other’s nerves.

Despite all this, he’d hardly ever let you walk home alone even when you insisted that you could walk home with literally any of your other friends, anybody but him. He says it's because he knows you enjoy his company though you refuse to admit it. “As if,” You would tell him. “Personally, I have better things to do than pretend to enjoy spending time with the likes of you.” You ignore the voice that tries to tell you that it's a good thing he’s here with you and not with one of the girls in his little fan club. You ignore the same voice as it tries to tell you that you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

Instead, you swat his hand away when he attempts to flick your forehead. Instead, your laughs echo through Daegu streets as you run from him. There's no point in running. Of course, he'll catch you, just like he always has, and maybe he always will. So even though your lungs burn, and Min Yoongi is annoying, and you're not even close to being the prettiest girl at school, there's a big grin on your face. This moment was yours, yours alone.

Once as you were preparing for your last lesson of the day, Yoongi sat down beside you in the empty classroom. Before you could comment on it, other students came in and started filling up seats one by one. Throughout the class, you noticed that Eunji had taken the seat to his left. That’s no problem, she and her ponytail could sit wherever they wanted. If only she didn’t keep asking him things every five minutes or so. You weren't counting. But you wondered if he could ever learn anything with her practically in his ear the entire time, you wondered if she knew she was distracting the entire class trying to breath down Yoongi’s neck.

You felt sick, maybe. There was a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach and it felt just a bit difficult to breathe. But you also felt like you could burst. You weren’t sure if you liked it. Thankfully, class had finally ended and students began leaving as quickly as they came in. You wouldn’t have to endure... whatever that was any more.

You were just packing up when you heard a deep voice beside you, “If you stared any longer, given your track record, I’d have to believe you had a crush on me or something.” He makes it his mission to ensure you never forget the one time you tripped and fell to his feet when you were children. Due to either mild irritation, embarrassment or something else you could feel the blood rushing up to your face, so you decide to slow your movements in hopes that he wouldn’t see it.

“Please, Yoongi. Do I look like I'd want to waste my intelligence on harbouring romantic affections for you.” You hear him scoff behind you and you turn your head just enough to see him raise his eyebrow, looking at you incredulously.

“’Yoongi?’ We dropped the honorifics now?”

“We’re classmates, I didn’t think it was necessary.” You decided to face him, mirroring his raised eyebrow with your own, challenging him. “Is there a problem, Yoongi? I mean, if it’s so important to you I could always just start calling you ahjuss-”

"Yoongi, is fine." For the second time today there's a hint of surprise on his face, and the ghost of a smile that you weren’t quite sure what to make of it. You wanted to smile too, but suddenly you remembered Eunji beside him in class and the smile never came to be. You didn’t want to tell him that he had all the girls in the school to call him whatever he wanted them to, that perhaps you felt a bit intimidated by the older, more mature girls that he had around whenever you saw him. You didn’t want to tell him that because you’ve been actively avoiding feeling that way for some time. You didn’t want to tell him anything like that for fear of him actually laughing you to scorn, for fear of him hitting you with his infamous blank stare. You’ve had your fair share of first-hand experiences with it.

Instead of all the things you weren’t ready to face, weren’t ready to say, you tell him “I can’t walk home with you today. Me, Taehyung and Ara have uhmm, something. I’ll see you later.” There was nothing. But you left to find your friends before he could have a chance to say anything else to you.

It’s been a year since you graduated high school. Summer brought you back to your hometown for the first time since you moved in with your uncle to be closer to university in Seoul. You weren’t the only students home for break so naturally, you ran into a few of your old classmates. Some of them mentioned a get together on the field behind the school that was coming up. You couldn’t not know about it. You remember barely stepping off the bus with Yoongi when Sooyoung greeted you both and first suggested the idea. That’s how you found yourself on the field with him (and the drinks) waiting for the others to show up.

Soon everybody that could make it sat down on the grass and Sooyoung started pouring out the drinks in cups and passing them around. The first taste is... bitter. You try to drink more, you’ve heard a few people say it's an acquired taste.

The night went on, conversations eventually straying away from the generic “How are you” and “what are you up to now.” to be more meaningful (as meaningful as it gets when alcohol is involved.) Socially, you were there. You contributed to the conversation occasionally- laughing when something was funny, nodding if you agreed with something, sprinkling in a “nah” when you didn’t agree with something else.

Occasionally though, you would stare at the amber liquid in your cup. It was taking everything in you not to gag when you took yet another sip. The cup is put down beside you, you don’t think you’ll be acquiring that taste anytime soon. Said cup gets to sit there for approximately thirty seconds before it finds residence in Yoongi’s hands. He’s drinking your drink. Yet you can’t find it in you to complain because you really, really don’t like it. You decide to leave well enough alone.

It’s not until a new cup is placed before you by the drink thief himself that decide to look at him. He’s not looking at you, of course he’s not. He never looks at you when he’s with his friends. Not that it matters, not that you care. At least it was nice of him to get you a new drink, maybe he’s a semi-decent human being. Your thoughts momentarily pause when instead of an involuntary gag, a pleasant, surprised hum escapes your lips.

His eyes have crinkled at the corners because someone just said something funny. He’s using a single hand behind him as support and is nursing a drink with the other. He looks as carefree as ever. You can’t imagine that he’d take note of something so small, something like that- even if you grew up together. You'll try to brush it aside, though you doubt it's something that you’d be likely to forget about anytime soon. There’s a warmth blooming in your chest, you’ll blame it on the alcohol from earlier.

Christmas was just around the corner. The crisp, chilly air and stressed college students cramming for finals were more than enough to let you know the festive season was upon you. You sat in the new sandwich shop that you believe was strategically nestled between the library and the café. A cup of coffee remained untouched to your left and sandwich in hand, you were currently with your friend, Hyewon, who was not so subtly trying to get you to agree to go on a blind date. She's been trying ever since she found out your last date was almost a year ago, that it never ended well romantically, that you and Hoseok decided to become friends and still are today. "I'm telling you, he's really handsome and smart," said between a mouthful of her sandwich and a sip of her coffee. "My sister said he graduated from Yonsei this year with like, first class honours in economics or something."

"I'm just... still thinking about it."

And the truth is, you were. Ever since the topic came up nearly a month ago after one of your shared classes. After Hyewon got over her shock because "A girl like you should have dates every weekend," she took it upon herself to find you a date.

It's not that you were against dating, and relationships. During your earlier college years you tried a few times. Your first date tried to explain the basics of aerospace engineering to you, the thing you were majoring in. He was a history major, said he couldn't believe a girl could actually study something like that and asked how much your parents paid to get you in the program. You laughed it off and attempted to push it aside, that date ended early. You went on a few more dates after that but it always felt the same, like you were trying too hard to impress your date, like they weren't trying hard enough to get to know you. You decided to just focus on your studies. At the very least, you knew you were good at that.

“Please tell me yes- there’s a drone show next Friday at the Han River. You guys could watch it.” Hyewon looked so excited you promised to let her know by Monday. She squealed and you were sure you would have seen your ancestors if she had hugged you any tighter, told you not to forget to call her as she bounced off to her last final.

You remained in your corner seat. Unsure why you didn’t just leave with your friend. A couple of girls sat at the table behind you. While you were nursing your now cold hot chocolate you were hearing bits and pieces of their conversation. It’s not that you wanted to eavesdrop, but you couldn’t help the way your ears perked up when one of them mentioned ‘medical student from Yonsei’ and ‘date’ in the same sentence.

“I’m telling you he’s pretty quiet, and cute. I don’t even know how they got him to agree.”

“Ugh! I’m so jealous... should I transfer?”

“Shut up and look at the picture Kangchul sent me.”

“People like this really study medicine? If he looks like this, what will you wear on the date?”

“I dunno, it’s next Friday. You should come over and help me get...”

You didn’t stay to hear anymore.

Hours later you lay wide awake in your bedroom. Sleep has been evading you. It’s not like there was only one medical student at Yonsei. There were hundreds of medical students. It didn’t have to be the one you were thinking of. The odds were... low. You paid no mind to the tiny voice that was telling you that “the odds are never zero, though.”

You reached for your phone, surely you could always text the person in question, it’s not like you think he would hide it from you but in the same breath, it’s not like he has any reason to tell you if he were going on a date. Why would he? Your fingers hovered over his chat until the screen finally timed out. This seemed to wake you from your daze, the phone was tossed to the side. Why were you thinking of him anyway? If it were him, if he was going on a date, it definitely wouldn’t affect you. It shouldn’t, you won’t let it.

It was 8:44 am the following day when you texted Hyewon that she could arrange the blind date.

A week and a half later you found yourself standing outside of a restaurant in Hongdae. Your date was to meet you there so you could have a meal then head over to the drone show your friend mentioned. You’ve been waiting for... a while. Yunseo was running late and to make matters worse, when you pulled out your cell phone you found it was dead. It was cold, and you were cold, and maybe you were just stood up for this date. You wanted to cry, you thought it probably wouldn’t be that bad if you just broke down on the streets. Probably no one would notice if you did anyway.

Slowly, white flurries started falling from the sky. Couples started walking even closer together, some laughing at whatever they found funny. They all looked really cute. You really hated the cold, maybe you should have just stayed home. “You know,” came a familiar, deep voice breaking through the frigid atmosphere. “In my experience, standing in the cold like this is a sure fire way to catch a cold.”

You don’t need to turn around to know who that deep voice belongs to. You couldn't help the scoff that escaped you. Of course he would appear at a time like this. Why was he there and why did he have to show up just now when you were on the verge of a mental breakdown, probably. Your thoughts couldn't even spiral too far because now you were genuinely fighting back the tears that really, really wanted more than anything to be free. “Shut up, Yoongi. I don’t—” You couldn't help the way your voice wavered, or the sniffle, all things considered. “I can’t deal with this right now.” You didn’t hear a response from him, so you assumed that he had left. You didn’t expect him to be in front of you, slightly bending his head to meet your eyes with his brows furrowed. You hated when he looked at you like this. Like he could see right through you, like he knows things even you don't. You hate it, so you look away from his curious gaze. You didn't want him to find anything in yours.

It felt like hours before he gave up on his one sided staring competition. He released a sigh while undoing his scarf that was neatly wrapped around his neck. You shook your head, wanted to tell him it wasn't necessary, you didn't need his scarf- that you were fine. The words never even got to leave your mouth before he started putting his scarf on you anyway. “Don’t even right now ___, you’re cold.” It wasn't a question. He said it like he knew, he said it while he took his time to wrap his scarf around your neck, making sure to cover your nose. You think you’ve seen this film before.

《Some years ago》

You have been walking for quite some time now. Quiet footsteps crush dead leaves and twigs a small distance behind you. You’re not afraid, mildly annoyed maybe. But you’ve no need to be afraid because you already know who’s behind you. He’s been trailing after you in silence since you stormed off the campsite earlier in a desperate attempt to cool off. It was too much. The woodsmoke, the cheeriness, the ever persistent Song Eunji and her effortlessly beautiful messy bun hanging off the side of your neighbour, on your family camping trip. It was one thing to have to endure her incessant hovering while at school, but you’d think that at least your weekend far out of town would have been peaceful. Turns out that the universe had other plans for you. Not only did you have to endure Min Yoongi, but you also had to stomach having the president of his fanclub- whose family just also happened to plan a camping trip at this spot- here too. How fantastic.

You hold your thin jacket tighter against your body as you make your way deeper into the forest. Every step you took only seemed to strengthen the already growing irritation inside you. You longed for the warmth of your bed, the comfort of your home. Surely there would be nothing there to upset you this much. “Yoongi, either catch up or leave. You’re smart enough, I’m sure that you’re at least a little aware how strange it is to stalk after a woman at night.”

“Yn, you’re smart enough, I’m sure you’re aware that this is hardly considered stalking.” Still, his footsteps carried that steady pace and you could almost hear the smugness in his voice as he continued. “I’m simply taking a walk, I’d be more than happy to catch up if you’d let me.” You could almost imagine how his face looks right now, a raised eyebrow, his (annoying) little smirk, maybe his head was even tilted to the side. You hoped he could see your eyes rolling from behind you. All of that didn’t matter though, cause either way the chill breeze took the challenge in his tone and brought it straight to your ear.

“Yeah, well you could walk somewhere else.” He certainly had no issue being other places before, you thought. You didn’t see why he was being so difficult. Although, you’ve known Min Yoongi for what feels like your entire life. If he did have a middle name, perhaps it would be something along the lines of annoying, stubborn-

“It’s fine.”

Wind came dancing through the trees and brought not just a disturbance to your quiet surroundings, but also a drop in the already cold temperature you’ve been trying to ignore since you left the warmth of the campfire. Involuntarily, your body shivered. Though it was only trying to warm itself up, you suppose.

“Here, put this on.” He was shrugging off his own jacket. You hadn’t realised you’d stopped. Hadn’t realised that Yoongi found his way beside you. Maybe your middle name is stubborn too, because you were already shaking your head and pushing his hand and his jacket away, wanted to tell him he could keep his jacket, that you would warm up just fine on your own soon enough. It was his turn to roll his eyes. “Would you stop pretending like you’re not literally freezing cold right now,” He just puts the jacket over you anyway. “Just take it.” With no other choice (you were freaking freezing), you begrudgingly put your arms through the sleeve. You watched as he proceeded to fasten the buttons with what you’ll assume resembles care on his face- no sign of displeasure anywhere.

“You do this after school too, why?” Memories all bleed into each other from all the times he’s placed a jacket round your shoulders, or a scarf round your neck. The few times he’d given you gloves to wear. You know he knows what you’re referring to.

“Because,” He’s fixing the jacket collar around your neck. “Your mom would kill me if I let you catch a cold.”

He couldn’t be serious. To think that was the reason... “You don’t need to do it anymore.”

He hummed in response. “Yeah? Stop leaving your jacket and I won't have to give you mine all the time, deal?” His left hand ruffled your hair all while you glared at him. Oftentimes, despite your extensive vocabulary, you find it hard to find words to describe Yoongi and just settle for thinking that he’s so him. Right now, he was being very much him, even more so than usual.

A sudden high pitch screech pulls you out of your brooding and launches you into Yoongi’s arms, a scream escapes you. Surprised, his arms wrap around you while he looks around. “What was that?!” You were whispering, screaming, a unique mix of both things.

“I don’t know.” Your companion sounded as calm as ever, you weren't sure if that was a good or bad thing. But you couldn't focus on that right now.

“Will it kill us?”

“I don’t know.” You felt him shrug. Your annoyance from earlier resurges, but with a new friend along with it, fear.

“Well Yoongi, what do you know exactly, hmm?”

“I know the way back to the campsite.” You looked up at him, seemingly just realising you were quite cozily nestled in his arms. You jumped back, almost tripping on a rock, or tree root, you couldn’t tell as it was dark. But what you could see was the gentle look that remained on his face as he steadied you, you weren't sure how it made you feel. All you did know was that it was too much.

“Well, um…” You decided to turn your head away, clear your throat. Yes, that was a good idea. “Lead the way, I guess.” Yoongi chuckled, and soon you felt a warmth enveloping your hand. Similar to the warmth simultaneously growing in your own chest. This was the first time he’d ever held your hand. You stood shocked, frozen, unable to move. Unable to ask him why.

“Come on, so you don’t fall again. This just like the day I just moved int-”

“Oh my gosh, shut up about that will you!” That seemed to do the trick. Just when you think he’d give that story a rest, he’d find a way to remind you again. How infuriating. Still, you both couldn’t help the laughs escaping your lips as you head back hand in hand to your loved ones who were probably waiting for you at the campsites. Maybe you shouldn't have stormed off, but as the moon started peaking through the clouds lighting up your rugged path, you were glad he came to find you.

《Present day》

When he gently took your hand in his, your mind found itself back to the present where you stood in snowy streets as opposed to the serene forest. Was he really always like this? “C'mon.” He'd turned towards you, his head motioning in a general direction. Your mind wanting to stay lost in thought for a bit more, feet remained planted on the ground for a minute, maybe longer. Yet Min Yoongi remained a perfect picture of patience. Maybe it was his lack of frustration, or the fact that you didn't not trust him. But you let him lead you down the Hongdae streets, you follow with your hand in his.

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AN: Thanks for reading this far! I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Now, I had every intention for this to be a tiny lil one-shot but the story clearly had other ideas in mind. I'm working on part 2 as we speak so hopefully I can share it with you all soon.

That being said, Special thanksies to my mooties @livingformintyoongi and @moochii-daisies for their encouragement and for accommodating my yapping 🥹🩷 and not to mention @oddinary4bts when I felt stuck and was at the brink of putting this fic to the infinite sides.

This, as well other fics that I'll post in the future will be cross-posted to Ao3 because of popular demand (1 person suggested), but yes it was by popular demand 🤭

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In Case I'm Mistaken

Chapter Five of I Can't Help Myself

Summary: Your first run-in with Spencer Reid since he left you so spectacularly is fraught with tension. Sexual and otherwise.

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI pregnancy symptoms, morning sickness/ throwing up, fingering, rough sex, semi-public sex, penetrative sex, choking, slapping, creampie but she's pregnant already, mild case details, etc.

A/N: We're halfway through! I sincerely hope everyone enjoys how stupid and oblivious Spencer is being because I can't promise he'll wise up anytime soon lmao. If you're enjoying the series, let me know in the comments ♡

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When you left Spencer's apartment, you expected a call or a text or an email in the next three days. Penelope told you that's most likely when they'd wrap the case and when he'd be back at his apartment to see the stunt you had pulled. 

You tried to force yourself back to work in the meantime, and it almost worked. Until you had to spend three hours a day crouched over a toilet bowl, emptying your stomach lining again and again. You had spent almost a full month like that before you realised you hadn't heard from him. 

First, it was cases, then it was casework, and then it was cases again, but if probed, Spencer truly would have no idea you'd tried to get in contact with him at all. And it seemed he didn't care in the slightest.

He'd been home, but he hadn't been looking for anything out of place, so he hadn't seen anything out of place. Certainly not a bookshelf spelling out “CALL ME WHEN YOU GET THIS.” It was your choice to leave the cryptic message though, and you hadn't exactly left him any notes to say that you'd dropped by. 

But finding out you were pregnant on a night you'd half-expected to throttle the man who'd impregnated you (verbally) and then having cried on his couch with one of his very close female friends? Yeah, you were confused and lost, and it seemed like a good idea at the time. 

With emotions and hormones running high, you couldn't even tell if Spencer was purposefully ignoring you or not. 

The only saving grace in that month was your promotion. 

It literally could not have come at a better time, and you'd enjoyed signing the papers greatly knowing you'd be blindsiding your boss with a pregnancy announcement in the next three months, should you be able to carry the baby successfully to that point. 

You'd had your first check-up without a call from Spencer. You'd picked out your first baby outfit without a call from Spencer. You were pretty confident that you'd give birth to the goddamn baby without a call from Spencer. 

Which is why when you found him in your office a month later, you wanted to wrap your hands around his neck and slowly choke the life out of him. 

Between classes, you'd taken to running to the bathroom to hang your head in shame, not over morning sickness at all yet. You'd taken to keeping cereal bars and pregnancy safe snacks in your office in case you needed something else to help you power through the morning. 

That morning was worse than others, with less than half your students in attendance and still two hours to waste standing up in front of a podium - department rules. 

You'd thought you were going to expire in front of that toilet bowl, sending up your prayers as you checked your watch and realised you'd have a class again in an hour or two that you weren't fully prepped for. 

So you slinked back to your office and tried to throw yourself onto the sofa, but unfortunately for you, a large man was blocking your way. 

“Can I help you?” You eked out, voice weak but still able to convey all the annoyance you felt at the door. 

“Sorry, sorry, this is your…?" The man said, smiling down at you. You had to give it to him, the man was good looking but you just waited for him to stand aside again. 

“Do you mind?” You said, gesturing to the door you now knew the man was blocking. He wasn't letting you in for some reason, and you couldn't for the life of you figure out why. It was your goddamn office for christ's sake. Your snacks were inside. 

“Sorry, following orders.”

“Right, and whose orders would those be Mr…”

“SSA Luke Alvez,” he said, holding out his hand. “Nice to meet you.”

You'd have introduced yourself politely under any other circumstances but in reaching out his hand and giving his title, you'd seen the flash of his FBI badge on his hip and knew exactly who was behind this. 

“Son of a bitch,” you muttered, ducking under the man's arms and slamming the door to your office open to find Doctor Spencer Reid huddled over some files, two women flanking him on either side. 

“What the fuck are you doing here?” 

The two women looked taken aback, straightening immediately as they looked between you and Spencer. He was slow to take his eyes off whatever it was they were working on, as if playing with you once again. 

You really regretted keeping his desk around, seeing how comfortable he looked there, how normal it was for you to see him there.

“Doctor Y/N. Nice to see you again.” 

“Nice to-?” You scoffed and slammed the door once more. “Yeah. Okay.” 

One of the women quickly excused herself from the situation, almost as soon as she realised that once you'd finally locked eyes with Spencer, neither of you looked away. 

“I'm sorry to intrude, my name is Supervisory Special Agent Emily Prentiss, I'm the Unit Chief of the FBI's Behavioural Analysis Unit. We really wouldn't be here if it weren't an emergency.” 

You had to give it to the woman, but she caught on quickly and stepped between the two of you, breaking eye contact and forcing your attention onto her. You introduced yourself quickly. 

“Doctor Y/N Y/L/N. I trudt that if you're here, something bad has happened.” 

You noticed a flash of something as Emily shook your hand, hearing your name. It was subtle, and it was quick, but you saw her eyes flick to your stomach and then back up, and you froze. 

She knew. Penelope hadn't exactly broken your trust - you never told her to keep a secret from anyone but Spencer - but you felt your guard go back up twofold. 

“Emily, can I talk privately with Y/N for a moment?” Spencer asked, and you resisted the urge to cradle yourself, to cover whatever it was she may have seen in your appearance or the way you held yourself that became your tell. 

You wanted to tell Spencer you were pregnant, sure, but you'd wanted to tell him a month ago. Now? Now you were pissed off. 

The older woman quietly bowed out, reminding Spencer to reconvene with her in another hour. She shut the door quietly after she went, and you listened carefully to the retreating murmurs of her and the other agent down the hall until you were confident you were more or less alone. 

And then you picked up the nearest book and threw it. 

“Y/N! Listen, I can explain-” 

You threw another book, and this one hit his arm. He winced and rubbed it quickly as he flinched away from you, picking up your third weapon. 

“Explain what? Explain why you've commandeered my office for secret FBI business? Explain why you left me behind like a discarded cum rag after we had sex? Maybe you-” 

“Y/N, I had a case, I didn't want to-” You threw another book, but he batted it away this time. 

“Can we just talk like adults, please?” He stepped forward and grabbed your wrist just as you reloaded with another book, forcing the tome from your grip in a few seconds. 

“The Norton Anthology? Really? You'd bludgeon me to death with that thing.”

“It has some interesting essays on psychoanalysis and literary theory. You should be honoured that I'd even think of throwing it at you.” 

He just scowled and sat you down on the couch, following you there to sit next to you. 

“Why are you still so frustrated? I thought we moved past this- this resentment?” 

For the last few weeks, you'd hoped that Spencer was just clueless about what you were going through. That he'd been swamped with work and hadn't seen your message. But getting the confirmation in real time was winding. 

The air was knocked from your lungs, and you had to fight to fill them again, refusing to let yourself be so downright pathetic.

“What resentment did we move past exactly, Spencer? Because I remember the sex, but I do not remember your apology.”

“Why should I apologise?” The sincerity in his voice had your fingers itching to knock his lights off for him.

“Well, gee, for a starter, maybe for finding my address online and showing up to my house uninvited and unannounced.” 

“I did announce it. You just blocked my number and email.” 

You scoffed and threw yourself back in your chair. 

“Number, yes. Email? No. You sent it from an unauthorised network email. All your emails sat in my spam folder until last month.” 

He furrowed his brows at the news, but you just crossed your arms and waited for whatever he'd say next to get out of taking responsibility. 

“I'm sorry.” 

To say you weren't expecting that was an understatement. You felt so uncomfortable with the words you fidgeted in your seat, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. 

“Yes, well…” 

Standing, you moved to your desk and grabbed the snacks you'd come here to find, slamming your desk draw shut and keeping the desk between you, sitting in your chair. 

“We're working a case.” 

“I can tell.” 

He leant over the desk and grabbed one of your snacks, opening a cereal bar quickly and taking a bite. 

“Three of the students in our faculty have gone missing in the last 30 days.” 

You nodded as you listened, but your eyes were on your snack, in his hand, in his mouth. The bastard. 

“I need to use the office for a few days. I won't disturb you, but we need some space as a base on campus, and this is our best option.”

“Not afraid I'll walk away with critical documents this time?” 

“This time, I have everything memorised. I've read all the documents. You can't ruin the case this time.”

You stood and grabbed your snack from his hand as he lifted it to take another bite, throwing it straight into the trash can. 

“What was that for?”

“For being a jerk.”

You stomped over to your bag and pulled out your headphones, putting them on as he attempted to keep talking to you. 

“Y/N, you're being immature-” 

“You just stole my snack like it's playtime at recess, Spencer. I'm not the immature one.” 

You turned the music on as he attempted to talk to you, but you didn't budge or take them off, returning to the couch to lay comfortably once more. 

Something about the infuriating, beautiful man had you wanting to act out, reaching new levels of immaturity. 

You felt the dip in the couch as he joined you there, felt him waving in front of your face. You smiled at his growing frustration as you heard him raise his voice just slightly. 

Then, your legs were pulled out from under you, and you squeaked in shock as Spencer Reid pulled you into his lap, making you straddle him. Your eyes blew open, and you grabbed at his shirt for balance, leaving you open to his attacks as he knocked the headphones off your head. 

“You're such a…a..” 

“Jackass? Okay, sure, but I'm a jackass you're going to listen to.”

“Make me.” 

The words were a dare, a challenge you didn't think he'd rise to. But his hands snaked around your neck, and he pulled your lips down to him, silencing you completely with another angry kiss.

Your lips parted immediately, all too happy to take in his wondering tongue as you battled for dominance. His hands trailed up and down your body, cupping your ass cheeks, squeezing your already sensitive breasts, pushing your skirt up so his hands could roam underneath. 

You squirmed in his lap, memories of the last night you'd seen him rushing back. His tongue, his hands, fuck, his cock. Pregnancy hormones or just plain old lust, you wanted it all over again, and you didn't stop to think about it for a second. Any second he was kissing you was a second he wasn't talking. 

You ground your hips into his as he worked a finger into your underwear, scraping against your clit as he pulled his head away, burying it in your neck as he began nipping and licking your skin, on a mission to taste every inch of you. 

“Spencer,” You gasped as he began rubbing your clit faster, your body providing all the juices he needed to make you feel good. 

“Spencer, we should- fuck!” It'd been only minutes, but he'd already pushed you over the edge, and you died your first little death cumming on his fingers. 

“We should fuck? Yes, yeah I can get behind that,” he said, laying you down again and slowly pulling down your damp underwear. 

“That's not what I was going to say, you bastard,” you said, grabbing his tie and pulling him in for another kiss. 

“I know, but this is much better, don't you think?” He pulled away and fumbled with his pants, pulling them down only far enough to free his cock before sliding into you. He sheathed Himself inside you, pushing inch by inch until he was at your limit, and then he stopped. 

He kissed your lips, your cheeks, your neck and collarbones, he took his time with each spot, making a line down your body, a record of every place he had possessed you without moving an inch. 

“Spencer, you can't- need to-” you whined, not minding sounding like a petulant child about to throw a tantrum when he was giving you a pretty great reason to do so. 

He had eaten your snacks and now he was just keeping his cock warm inside of you, not even bothering to rub your clit anymore, his hands more focused on keeping his weight up. 

“I need to do what, Y/N? Tell me, but be quiet about it. This office isn't soundproof, remember.” 

 “Shit, shit, shit, shit-” 

You tried to roll your hips under him, to take the pleasure you needed, but he stopped you, letting his hips press deeper into yours, making himself heavy. You tried another tactic. 

“Oh, come on Spencer, you can't even fuck me properly now? Pathetic.’

“Watch it-” he said, but you cut him off again.

“Watch what? You're not doing anything. Maybe I'll ask that little friend of yours outside for some help instead, I'm sure Agent Alvez would be more than happy to-” 

A short, soft slap to your face cut your words off as he spoke, the hand that hit you immediately pushing down to your neck and squeezing lightly. 

“You're. Mine,” he spat, and started immediately rolling his hips into you quickly. 

You wrapped your legs up and around him, your hands lifting to grab his wrist, keeping his hand in place around your throat.

He fucked you harder and your breaths became shallow, eyes locked with his as he panted and writhed above you. He didn't look away. You couldn't. You were drunk on his cock, completely unable to sober up and just waiting for your orgasm to strike you once again. 

You weren't two civilised people in that room, but animals, forcing one another to submit, to give in to temptation. 

His hand on your throat came loose as he came, chest falling down to yours as he flooded your insides with cum once again. To give him credit where credit was due, he kept his cock inside of you and rubbed your clit again to completion, swallowing your every moan and whimper with a kiss, enjoying the feeling of you convulsing on his cock. 

When you were both finally done, he let himself rest on top of you, burying his head in your neck and inhaling your scent as you both dropped back down into reality. 

“Get up,” you said first, pushing him up and watching him peel out of you as you reached back to the coffee table for the box of tissues there. 

“We need to clean up,” You said attempting to tidy the cum leaking out of you away, as if it were merely a spilt drink. 

He sat up, giving his cock a wipe down before putting his clothes back together. You both sat side by side, minding your own business, making yourselves look as inconspicuous as possible and ignoring the elephant in the room. 

He broke the silence first. 

“The girls, they're all our students. The only thing they share is that they all took both of our courses.” 

Your heart dropped as you remembered he wasn't here for you, that he had other jobs and responsibilities. You were merely a pleasurable afterthought. 

“Shit,” you sighed, running a hand through your hair. You stretched out and stood, sore but still able to make your body work for you. 

“You're sure there's nothing else? No clubs, no extra curricular?” His jaw tightened as he ground his teeth together, unsure about how much to tell you. 

“They fit a basic profile which tells us the unsub is killing people as a scapegoat and…hasn't got to his intended target yet.” 

You nodded as you took in the information, standing and leading yourself back to your desk and grabbing your bag again. 

“Look, just… just use the room until you get your guy. I'll work from the library or a study room or something, just…” You ran another hand through your hair, exasperated. 

“Y/N, no, we don't need to out you out, we shared the office space before, we can-” 

“We can't. Five minutes alone in this room together today proved… that we can't. Don't get distracted.” 

You grabbed more books, turning away from him to avoid the guilty looks he was shooting you. 

You'd almost collected everything, hesitating as you grabbed your pregnancy vitamins from your draw, stuffing them quickly into your bag before moving closer to the door. 

It opened before you could open it, and Emily Prentiss made herself known again. 

“Good, you're already packed,” she said, grabbing your bag from your shoulder and slinging it over her own. 

“I didn't know you all wanted rid of me so badly,” you said, trying to keep your voice as even and pleasant as possible and greatly failing. 

“We don't want to get rid of you. Y/N, I'm afraid it's quite the opposite.” 

Your heart slowed to a stop, and your blood ran cold as she offered you a sympathetic glance. You must've stumbled a bit backwards because Spencer's hand was immediately on your lower back, his body curved protectively around you as you too wrapped your arms around yourself, around your baby. 

“We've had contact with the killer, and we think you're his intended target,” Emily explained in as even a tone as you'd ever heard someone give a death sentence. 

“We've contacted WitSec, but until then, we'll be taking you into protective custody ourselves. I have a spare room, and we'll grab some of your things before you move in, everything you need to feel comfortable. Do you understand?” 

“No,” you said, but it wasn't your voice. You felt grateful, though, because you didn't understand. There was someone trying to kill you, and you absolutely didn't understand. You'd just had sex with Spencer Reid again, and you hadn't told him you were pregnant with his child, and nothing made 6 there was someone trying to kill you. 

But it wasn't your voice saying no, so you stopped thinking and kistened. 

“No, she'll… she'll stay with me,” Spencer said, gripping you tighter and pulling you closer, nearly crushing you in his arms. 

“Spencer, it's not up to you,” Emily said, her voice a clear warning even to your buzzing ears. 

“Y/N? Y/N, listen to me, please,” he said, gripping your shoulders again and twisting you around so he was all you could see, ducking his head lower so you were directly in his eyeline. 

“Y/N, I'll keep you safe. Come and stay with me.” 

You thought about his apartment and the message you'd left. You thought about the month you spent waiting for him to call, and the month that you'd spent wanting to rip his throat out. You thought about his hands on your skin, his fingers wrapped around your throat, his cock buried inside of you. You thought, too, about the doctors appointments you'd have to reschedule. You thought about the baby clothes you'd have to leave behind. You thought about how you'd have to hide your morning sickness, and your growing baby bump, and your hormones, and all the supplements recommended by your Doctor because you already loved your baby and you wanted them to be healthy. 

You thought that if you went with him, you'd have to tell him and confront whatever decision he made regarding you and the baby.

You thought logically that you shouldn't do it. But his hand grabbed yours, fingers intertwined, and he rubbed his thumb along the back of your hand, and you were nodding. 

“Yes,” you said when you should've gone with Emily. 

He pressed a quick kiss to your forehead and immediately bundled you out of the office and out of your comfort zone. 

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Lower back tattoo - Dean W

Dean Winchester x female!reader

You and Dean have always been best friends. Hunting partners. Beer buddies. The one person he can count on. But one glance—one goddamn glance—and suddenly everything changes.

Warnings: explicit sexual content, friends to lovers, tattoo kink, oral (f receiving), praise kink, fingering, soft dom!Dean, filthy talk, tattoo worship, protected sex, no use of y/n

Word count ; 2,345

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Dean didn’t mean to look.

Really, he didn’t.

It was instinct, nothing more. A flicker of movement from the corner of his eye as you bent to grab the duffel bag near your feet. One second, his mind was focused on the motel’s water pressure (or lack thereof), the other on that tattoo peeking out just above the waistband of your jeans. Lower back. Inked. Deliberate. And stupidly, unfairly, hot.

For a split second, it felt like the air got punched out of his lungs.

He blinked once. Then again. Tried to look away, failed. The design was something delicate—he couldn’t make it all out. Curved lines. Maybe wings? A crescent? Whatever it was, it wasn’t the tattoo that knocked the breath out of him. It was the fact that you had it. His best friend. His partner. You, who drank from his beer, stole his flannel, teased him about his music taste, slept three feet from him for months without a second thought.

And now here he was, staring at your lower back like a man who’d just been slapped across the face with desire.

Jesus.

He rubbed a hand down his jaw, turning away like he was trying to erase the moment from memory. Like he hadn’t just felt something uncoil in his gut, warm and unwelcome.

“Everything good?” you asked, your voice light, casual. You hadn’t seen him look. Of course not. Why would you? He was Dean. Predictable. Safe. Harmless.

“Yeah,” he replied, too fast. His voice cracked faintly, so he cleared his throat. “Yeah. Fine.”

You gave him a little smile and slung the bag over your shoulder, walking past him without hesitation, and god—how had he never noticed the way you moved before? The way your hips swayed? The way your shirt rose just enough to show the curve of that ink again?

Dean cursed under his breath.

Because now, he couldn’t unsee it. Couldn’t un-feel that jolt of heat in his blood. And the worst part?

He wanted to see it again.

Dean had always been good at keeping lines drawn in the sand.

There were rules to this thing—this life. No attachments, no roots. And when it came to you? There were even stricter rules. Best friend. Partner. Off-limits. The one person who knew how to patch him up when he was bleeding, who didn’t flinch at the dark things he said at 3 AM in some godforsaken motel room. The one who never looked at him like he was broken.

You were his person. Not in the romantic, hearts-and-flowers way. In the “I’d take a bullet for you, and you’d probably stitch me up afterward” kind of way.

And still—still—here he was, days later, lying awake in a too-hot motel bed, replaying that half-second glimpse like a goddamn teenager.

Lower back tattoo.

Delicate. Hidden.

Yours.

Dean shifted on the mattress, arm flung over his face like it could block the image from playing on repeat in his mind.

He’d barely slept since that moment. Not really. Every time he closed his eyes, his brain betrayed him with the sight of that ink and the curve of your back and the way his hands itched to trace it. What would you do if he did? Shove him away? Look at him with that wide-eyed betrayal? Or worse—pity?

No. He couldn’t risk that. He wouldn’t.

So instead, he lay there night after night, counting the ceiling tiles, pretending like he didn’t notice the way your shirt rode up when you stretched or the way your laugh made something tight loosen in his chest.

The next hunt brought you both to some dusty-ass town in Colorado, chasing what looked like a vengeful spirit haunting the ruins of an old mining site. Nothing you two couldn’t handle. You made a good team. Hell, a great one.

You were crouched beside a burned patch of floorboards, flashlight in one hand, EMF meter in the other, when Dean let his eyes fall on you again. This time, he didn’t mean to linger. He just—did.

You weren’t even doing anything provocative. You were focused, determined, a little smudge of ash on your cheek. But your shirt was riding up again, and for the briefest heartbeat, there it was. The tattoo. He could make it out a little better this time.

Wings. A feathered shape. Curving toward your spine like it belonged there.

Something in his chest gave a low, simmering throb.

“You okay?” you asked, glancing back at him, brows raised.

Dean snapped his eyes upward, guilt blooming hot and fast. “Yeah. Just thinkin’.”

“You’ve been doing that a lot lately,” you said lightly, standing. You stepped toward him, brushing dust off your jeans. “Everything good?”

Dean hesitated. He wanted to say yes. He should’ve said yes.

But something rose in his throat before he could stop it. “When did you get that tattoo?”

You blinked. “What?”

He felt the shift immediately. Your voice wasn’t defensive, just surprised. But still—he knew he was treading dangerous ground.

“That thing. On your back,” he said, tone deliberately casual. “Didn’t know you had one.”

You studied him for a beat, and he saw it—the moment realization flickered behind your eyes. “Ah. So that’s what’s been going on.”

Dean frowned. “What?”

You smiled. It wasn’t teasing, not exactly. It was something softer, unreadable. “Nothing. Just didn’t think you noticed stuff like that.”

He laughed, a little too tight. “I notice plenty.”

“Guess I’ve just never caught you looking,” you said, walking past him again. This time, your shoulder brushed his arm, just slightly. Not enough to count. But enough to feel.

Dean turned to watch you go. He didn’t know what was happening, but it felt like the floor was shifting under his feet.

Back at the motel, things got worse.

You were in the bathroom, shower running. He could hear your hum, faint but melodic, echoing through the thin walls.

Dean was sitting on the edge of his bed, elbows on his knees, trying like hell not to think about how close your body was behind that door. Wet skin. Warm water. That tattoo.

He groaned softly and dragged a hand through his hair. He needed to pull himself together. This was ridiculous. You’d been in and out of motel bathrooms a hundred times. Shared motel rooms a thousand. He’d seen you sleep, bleed, laugh, cry. None of this was new.

Except now it was. Now it felt like every molecule in the room was charged. The door creaked open behind him. Dean didn’t move.

You stepped out, wrapped in a towel, hair damp and curling slightly at the ends.

“Shower’s all yours,” you said, voice light.

He looked up. Mistake.

The towel dipped low at your back, and there it was—bare skin and ink, framed like a damn masterpiece. This close, he could see the shading, the way the lines almost shimmered against your skin.

Dean swallowed hard. Your eyes caught his. Something flickered between you.

Silence.

And then you tilted your head, just slightly. Like you were giving him a choice. Like you were daring him to break the rules you both had pretended didn’t exist.

Dean stood slowly. The room felt still. Heavy. You didn’t step back. You didn’t speak. He took one step toward you.

Then another.

And another.

Close enough to smell the clean scent of your skin. Close enough to see the water trailing along your collarbone. His fingers twitched at his side.

“You gonna ask to touch it?” you asked, voice low. Almost teasing.

Dean’s heart pounded. “No,” he said, voice rough. “But I might beg.”

You smiled—small, secret, and wild. And then you turned, just slightly, baring your back to him. An invitation.

Dean reached out, fingertips hovering just above the ink, not quite touching. “You’ve been hiding this the whole time?”

“I wasn’t hiding it,” you murmured. “You just weren’t looking.”

He let his hand fall—slow, reverent. Skin and ink beneath his fingers. Heat and ache blooming behind his ribs.

Everything was different now. And somehow, impossibly, it felt like it was always supposed to be.

The towel hit the floor with a soft thud. And Dean just stood there, eyes drinking you in like he’d never seen a naked woman in his life. Scratch that—like he’d never seen you.

“Jesus Christ,” he whispered, low and reverent.

You didn’t shy away. You let him look. Your spine straightened a little under his gaze, like you were baring more than skin—like you were letting him in.

Dean closed the distance in two long strides, and his hands were suddenly everywhere—your waist, your hips, your back. His fingers skimmed over the curve of your tattoo like it was delicate lace, tracing the shape with awe and hunger. He leaned in, mouth dragging warm and open against your skin.

“You don’t know what you’ve done to me,” he murmured, tongue flicking out to taste where the ink dipped toward the base of your spine. “You have no idea.”

You let out a soft, shaky sound—half gasp, half moan—and Dean’s cock throbbed against his jeans.

He turned you slowly, hands big and warm on your sides. His mouth was on yours again in a kiss that was messier now, hungrier—no more patience, no more pretending.

You were still wet from the shower, water droplets clinging to your skin as he pressed you back toward the bed.

“Lie down for me,” he said, voice like gravel.

You did.

Dean shed his clothes like they were in his way, stripping down until nothing separated him from you. When he climbed over you, he paused—just a beat—to look into your eyes. The weight of it hit you both.

“Still sure?” he asked.

You reached up and threaded your fingers into his hair. “I want you. Every part.”

Dean kissed you like a man starved.

His hands slid down your chest, over your breasts, kneading gently before his mouth followed—teeth grazing your nipple before his tongue soothed it. You arched beneath him, fingers tightening in his hair, gasping his name.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he muttered, dragging kisses down your stomach. “I’ve dreamed about this.”

He settled between your thighs, spreading them with sure, steady hands. And then he saw just how wet you were for him.

“Shit,” he breathed, thumb brushing lightly through your folds. “All this for me, sweetheart?”

You bit your lip, nodding, breath stuttering as he leaned in.

“Need to taste you,” he said, and then—he did.

Dean’s tongue moved with slow, devastating purpose—licking a long, deliberate stripe up your slit before sucking your clit into his mouth. You cried out, hips bucking, but his hands pinned you down gently, one arm curling under your thigh to keep you spread for him.

He moaned against you like you were his favorite meal. “You taste so fucking good.”

You were already close—he knew it. Your thighs trembled, your fingers dug into the sheets, and he didn’t let up. His tongue circled, lapped, and teased until your moans turned into gasps of his name—Dean, Dean, Dean—like a prayer.

Then he slid two fingers inside you, slow and thick, curling just right.

You came with a strangled cry, back arching, thighs clenching around his head. And he loved it—kept fucking you through it with his fingers, mouth still working your clit, dragging every last second out of it until you were shaking under him.

When he pulled back, his chin was slick and his eyes were dark as hell.

“Didn’t think you could get hotter,” he said, voice wrecked. “But seeing you fall apart like that? Fuck.”

He kissed your thigh, then your hip, then up your body until he was back over you.

You pulled him down for another kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue, moaning into his mouth.

“Condom?” you whispered, breathless.

Dean reached into his wallet on the nightstand without looking, fingers finding the foil square like he’d practiced it a thousand times.

But this—you—was different.

He tore it open with shaking hands and rolled it on, then braced himself over you, his cock dragging against your slit.

“You ready for me?” he asked.

You reached down and guided him to your entrance, voice steady even through your heat. “I’ve been ready, Dean.”

He slid in slow.

Thick. Deep. Stretching you until your jaw dropped, breath catching in your throat. He went slow, watching every twitch of your face, every moan slipping out of you as he filled you completely.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, resting his forehead against yours. “You feel so goddamn good.”

You rocked your hips up to meet him, and that was all it took—Dean began to move.

His thrusts were slow at first, deep and deliberate, grinding into your body with every roll of his hips. He held you like he couldn’t bear to let go—one hand cradling your jaw, the other gripping your thigh, fingers digging into flesh.

“You’re mine now,” he growled against your neck. “You hear me?”

“Yes,” you gasped. “Yes—Dean—please—”

He picked up the pace, hips slamming into you now, wet skin slapping and your moans growing louder with every stroke.

“That’s it,” he said. “Take it. Take all of me.”

He fucked you like he meant it. Like he needed to.

Like this was the moment everything changed—and he wanted it to.

When he felt you tighten around him, your cries growing desperate, he kissed your lips, your cheek, your shoulder.

“Come for me again,” he whispered. “Come while I’m inside you.”

And you did.

Your whole body arched, pulsing around him, and Dean lost it—groaning your name like it broke him, burying his face in your neck as he came hard, thrusting deep and spilling into the condom with a low, wrecked moan.

You lay tangled together afterward, your head on his chest, his fingers lazily tracing the curve of your tattoo again.

Quiet. Safe.

Everything unsaid finally spoken in the way he held you, kissed your temple, and whispered, “I should’ve looked sooner.”

You smiled, breathless. “Guess you finally caught up.”

Liz talks : this was lowkey rushed at the end IM SORRY, I wanted to get something about tattoos out since I’m getting my first one next week lmaooo so have fun with this!!

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damn why did Kyle’s ass block us tho

Continuing this Gaz blurb

*4 months later*

Gaz still felt guilty, and even worse… he couldn’t get off without recalling the way your body moved and voice sounded that night. Gaz was ruined. The innocent pictures he had of you when you two went to the beach once were like a playboy magazine to him. He tried a few hookups from shitty pubs but none compared to how you made him feel. Loved, warm, safe… happy.

He tried going on a few dates… one he accidentally called her your name as they were making out in his car. The other looked like you but lacked personality. Needless to say karma was biting Kyle in the ass.

“So you blocked her, after you took her to the fanciest steakhouse, wine back at her place while sharing secrets… and had the best shag of your life” soap says from the other side of the aircraft. “And let’s not forget all the cute couple shit you two had been doing”

“Who we talking about” ghost questions.

“Lass that Gaz was seeing months ago, and bloody blew it after a quick shag from the sound of it” soap snickers.

“I thought you were still seeing her” ghost questions.

“I didn’t think I’d actually sleep with her, that wasn’t my goal. And no, it’s been a while” gaz defensively replied.

Soap pinches the bridge of his nose “so your original plan was essentially a break off date”.

Gaz shrugs “I didn’t want her last memory of me to be me saying see you later after our usual Sunday walk. Plus we were never technically together”.

Prices eyebrows raised “So you just strung her along for a month and you were going to ghost her regardless of how the night ended”.

“Well… yeah and it was actually more like five months” gaz sheepishly replied.

The men went silent as they gathered their thoughts. Price being the first to speak up after a painful awkward silence “five months, you bastard she probably was falling in love with you, then you decided to pull the shittiest move a man can make”

“I panicked” Gaz shrugs and diverts his eyes from his captains burning gaze.

Ghost chuckles “wrong, you premeditated disappearing from her life. Sounds like you got a fear of commitment”.

Gaz defensive responds “I do not, it’s just with what we do it’s not worth the risk. I mean what if something happens”

“Sounds exactly like something a person with commitment issues would say” ghost quickly replied.

Soap decides to add fuel to the fire “Aye didn’t you do the same thing with the last gal you liked. Maybe it’s the chase you like. Love ‘em and leave ‘em“.

“Fuck off soap” Gaz responds trying to control his irritation.

Price sighs “I didn’t realize how much of my life I wasted having that mentality when I was your age. Had some fun one night stands but the loneliness catches up real quick. Granted things are turning up for me but boy do I feel like I missed out on that young love”.

Gaz starts to think about what price said. After a plane ride home in deep thought he asks price one last question before departing base “So what should I do to get her back”

Prices brows furrowed “You want something optimistic or something realistic”

“Fuck, realistic I guess” gaz leans against the doorframe of prices base office.

Price stands next to a filing cabinet and shakes his head “Honestly I’ll be amazed if she gives you as much as a moment to explain. But if she’s does let you, be honest about why you left and apologize. No point in lying when you have everything to gain and you can’t lose what you’ve already lost Sargent” price gives him a sincere look “regardless of how it turns out you need to let this be a teaching moment. Because maybe she doesn’t take you back, maybe life sends someone else your way. But if you get that lucky you know better than to fuck it up like this ever again”.

Gaz nods “Would flowers be a nice addition to the apology”.

Price smirks “I don’t think flowers will help your cause much, but maybe it’s sweeten her up”.

Gaz nods “thanks, see you later captain”

Gaz needs a plan to get you back, forever hopefully.

*the next day*

She wasn’t even home. So Gaz decides on waiting to see if you’ll come home anytime soon by sitting on your front door steps for two hours. He has no plans to leave until he sees your pretty face.

Gaz scrolls endlessly on his phone when the sound of heels awaken his senses, only to actually look up when he hears your voice “What are you doing here” you very clearly are not happy to see him.

Gaz stands up with flowers in his hand, clearing his voice he carefully starts his plan “I came to explain, but more importantly apologize”. Gaz sheepishly said.

Your eyes look down at the flowers in his hand, appalled. “No need honestly, I’ve moved on and I think you should to”.

Shit this isn’t going well Gaz thinks. Time to take the soft puppy dog approach. He takes a step forward to you and his eyes fill with hurt “Would you at least let me explain, if you don’t want to hear it I’ll leave now but at least let me be honest as to why I ran off”

You huff defeated, hard to say no when he’s looking at you like that but you can’t give in. “Nothing you can say will change my mind”.

“My job. It’s dangerous and I was worried that it wouldn’t work out because of the demands. And I didn’t plan on sleeping with you. Honestly I just wanted you to have a nice night before I disappeared” gaz trying to reach for your hand, you move back.

“That’s great Kyle. Well my boyfriend just left his office and I’m making dinner, so I really don’t have time for this” you fumble with your keys, as they slip to the ground Gaz picks them up and unlocks to door for you.

“At least let me help carry all this in for you and I’ll be on my way” he politely asked. Praying you’ll let him in.

You sigh a defeated “Fine”. You walk in the door first as Gaz grabs the rest of the bags on the porch. He watches as your hips sway, he can feel the blood in body start to boil. Stay calm, stay fucking calm.

Your home still smells like fresh cotton and lavender. Still perfectly tidy and comfortable. He looks over at that corner sofa where you two made out. He closes the front door and walks to the kitchen and sets the groceries on the counter, he notices a silver watch with a rather large band. Must be a big fella. That’s when he hears the front door open and close. A heavy set of footsteps approaches silently.

“I think you should get going now” you say plainly avoiding Kyle’s burning gaze. He hurt you too much for you to have a moment of doubt.

A deep voice speaks as the footsteps stop at the kitchen “Sargent”.

Gaz turns around to the voice in the room and swallows hard.

“Captain”

Pt.3