#baker series

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Simon Riley X Male Reader

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Authors note: It’s finally here! The last part of the baker series for Simon Riley. I really enjoyed writing these series and giving a character the love that they deserve. I hope you enjoy this last part!!

Summary: The final part of the baker series.

Warnings: Fluff, slight angst, happy ending, last part of this series.

Word Count: 3.1K

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Simon was the first to wake up. It was still dark outside and the bedside clock read 5:00AM in bold red, giving him a perfect view of the time. He lies silently in bed, listening to his surroundings and can hear the sound of the ceiling fan above him along with bed springs and the rustle of bedsheets next to his side where he glanced over to see Y/n sleeping peacefully, cocooned and bundled up in the warm blankets, soft snores escaping his lips and buried his face deeper into his pillow and cover.

Simon’s lips crack into a small smile as he moves quietly to not wake Y/n up as he pulls the covers away from himself and sits up on the bed. He gives himself time to wake up, his eyes and brain still feeling drowsy with sleep, rubbing it away before coming to a stand and making his way towards the bathroom where he gets himself cleaned and dressed.

Summer was around the corner and the weather was getting warmer, forcing him to wear something that won’t cause him to sweat every hour especially when he’s working in a bakery that is also kept warm. Y/n had complained to Simon a few days back on how much he hated working in the summer due to the hot weather and being around huge ovens all day in order to provide what customers wanted.

Simon had volunteered to help with opening the bakery along with the baking the daily specials causing Y/n to teach Simon how to use the oven properly along with memorizing the ingredients and how to do it correctly. He was very strict when it comes towards his baking that Simon received a slap on the shoulder here and there whenever he messed up the ingredients or burned the specials. Y/n was close to banning Simon from the kitchen only for the bigger man to convince him that he could get things done properly.

It took Simon a few weeks to convince him until he was finally able to do the baking with no supervision. The two sharing the daily task together and creating a schedule. Today was Simons turn to get the specials ready which is why he is up early, giving him enough time to get everything baked on time and for the pastries to remain fresh once they opened and allowed customers inside.

Simon sat at the foot of the bed, slipping on his shoes before taking his phone from the nightstand along with the silver ring that he slips on his left hand. He gives Y/n one last look before leaving the room and closing the door quietly behind him. He makes his way towards Alex’s room, pushing the door open with out making a noise and checks on the young teen who lies asleep in bed, sprawled out and snoring the day away.

After he’s checked on the kid he’s prepared to get the day started by taking the keys to the bakery that hung in the kitchen and making his way downstairs and outside where the bakery is located below them. He unlocks them bakery and steps inside where he focuses on getting everything prepared before the opening hour strikes. He spends 3 hours in the kitchen, baking and cleaning the place along with getting the displays ready.

As the hour of opening got closer he make sure to double check everything one last time. Alex had made it downstairs after waking up, dressed up for the day and stepping isn’t the bakery to help out with the tables and chairs that they had available.

“Morning.” Alex yawns out, lazily removing the chairs and putting them down. “You already eat breakfast?” Asked Simon who was washing his hands behind the counter where a small sink was located.

“Yeah, I ate last nights leftovers.” Alex moves onto the blinds. “Dad’s still asleep.”

Simon hums in response.

The room grows quiet until Alex clears his throat, stepping towards Simon with his hands behind his back. “So,” A grin is plastered on his face. “What’re giving dad for his anniversary?”

Simon froze, his eyes widen.

Alex takes notice of his reaction causing him to gasp loudly and dramatically. “Dad is going to kill you!”

“I forgot…” Simons voice is soft, getting a handle towel to dry his hands and looking up to see Alex with a huge evil grin on his face causing the adult to frown and glare. “You aren’t going to tell him are you?”

“Nope! But, I do want to see the outcome when he finds out that his husband of one year forgot about their anniversary.” He hums loudly. “It’s a show I can’t miss.”

Simon groans under his breath, tossing the towel aside and checking the time. Y/n will be downstairs the minute it nears opening.

“Do me a favor.” Simon blurts out, getting Alex’s attention. “Keep him distracted while I get him something.”

Alex rolls his eyes. “Simon, don’t worry. I know dad well enough that he won’t get upset about it. If you really want to get him a gift then make it simple, nothing to big.” Alex shrugs his shoulders and focused on the final things to clean before glancing at the time. “Look, dad really likes this pub down the street.” He snatched a napkin and pen and writes the address. “Go there and look for Penny, she can help you.” He hands it over to Simon who accepts it with a confused look.

“What am I going to find there?”

“You’ll see.” Alex grins, nodding towards the back door in order for him to escape before Y/n arrived, giving Simon enough time to finish up and toss his apron aside and make a run to the back door after snatching the note from Alex who's laughing faints on his way out. Simon and Y/n have dates for three years and married for one year.

Simon never though that he would make it this far into life and to the point of wanting to get married with the person that he really cared and loved for. He was the one who proposed first, it wasn’t anything romantic and neither was it planned. It was busy in the bakery and packed due to y/n’s special deal that he offers every February, selling his pastries at a very good price that caused everyone to come.

The place was flooded and it was only them three but the worked fast and got things done, both Y/n and Simon working at the front while Alex did the baking in the back, avoiding the large crowd and focusing on his own task. While Simon helped with packing up the orders and Y/n rings them up, giving the customers fakes smiles and quick change in return. When the place grew slow the two were exhausted, finally giving themselves a break to relax before the place grew crowded again, giving Simon the opportunity to look at Y/n who was covered in flour, sweat covering his forehead and his face red from the heat in the bakery.

The sudden sight made Simon admire him even more that he blurts out. “Marry me.”

Y/n didn’t show signs of shook as he dusts the flour off his apron. “Okay.” Was his simple answer.

Simon had a ring with him, he was planning on proposing but not like this and always carried this thing around for safe keeping that when he pulls it out of his pocket and hands it to Y/n—the baker inspects the ring and smiles, slipping it on himself and turning to Simon. “Good luck returning me without the receipt.” He said before placing a soft kiss on Simons cheek and urging them to get back to work.

They didn’t have a big wedding. Y/n didn’t have any family besides Alex and Simon was not inviting his team. The two spent their wedding night eating dinner and watching a moving along side with Alex who passed out later that night sitting between the two on the couch. Simon couldn’t be happier with the family he gained just by stumbling inside a bakery he was curious about only to end up married with the owner.

Now, here he is heading towards the Pub to see what exactly Alex had in mind in order to provide a gift or anything for his and Y/n’s anniversary. Upon arriving he takes a glance inside by the large window only to see if empty, he makes his way inside and stuffs the note in his pocket. His makes his way towards the bar where he see a young girl serving drinks to a few customers that were sitting on the bar.

“What can I get you?” She chirps up, smiling widely as she stands in front of him.

“I’m looking for someone named Penny.”

“That’s me! You must be Simon?”

He nods.

“Great! Alex called earlier and told me that you were on your way—come, this way!” She doesn’t give much explanation and guides him through the bar and towards a much private area. “What is—?”

“There he is!!”

Simon’s breath hitched at the familiar voices.

He looks over to his right and there he sees his old 141 team after not communicating with them in years, wanting some peace from knowing anything amount their missions. He turns to penny with a harsh glare, bot frightening the young girl as she gives him a wide smile and pats his shoulder. “Have fun!” She says happily before skipping away to continue her work load.

Simon sighs deeply, turning to his older team as they all greeted him with cheers and smiles.

“Look at you, not hiding your face anymore?” Soap is the first to ask, ignoring Simons side glare as he sits next to Price, slumping down in his own spot in the booth and looking at the food before him along with some drinks. “Shouldn’t hide this face whenever I am around the people I care.” His tone is dry, reaching over to snatch one of the drinks. Simon stopped drinking after he started dating Y/n, wanting to keep his health in check in order to be around Alex and Y/n longer and not have any other issues. But, today was a special occasion. Perhaps one drink wouldn’t hurt.

“How did you know I would be here?” Simon finally asks.

“Penny’s mother is Laswell.” Said Price, getting Simons attention. “Turns out that a friend of hers was looking for us, wanted us to visit this side of town as a surprise for an old friend.”

Simon groans. “Fucking, Alex.”

Gaz is next to speak up “Who’s Alex?”

“He’s my—“ Simon’s mouth goes dry.

He’s been around the kid for years now and is married into his small family, would that make Alex his son now? He didn’t really know if Alex was comfortable with claiming him as a parent yet and was willing to give the kid some time, the two were always together in the bakery and Alex was comfortable to talk about his day along with the bad stuff that he;s gone through, the kid had told him about his parents abuse, brave and ready to finally speak about it that he ran away from school and come to him seeking protection, feeling safe with him.

“He’s my husbands kid.”

He causally takes a sip from his drink only to hear Soap choke while Gaz snorts at his teammate.

“You have a kid?!”

“You’re married?”

“Congrats.” Price smiles proudly at Simon.

Simon hums in return. “Have been for a year, his name is Y/n and he’s a baker.”

“Does he own the bakery down the street?” Price suddenly asks, cocking his head and raising a brow.

“Yes.”

Price laughs, “Who would have thought that Simon would marry a baker—he never let me in the kitchen to cook.”

“You know Y/n?”

“Of course, he and I used to be roommates years back. I encouraged him to save money for his future bakery. I woke up every morning to the smell of muffins. I was his taste tester back then until I told him to find someone else, I wasn’t going to deal with all of that leftover bread.” Price shakes his head, remembering the old times that he spent with Y/n.

Simon had no idea that Y/n had connections to Price, his old captain. He’ll probably ask Y/n about their friendship and what the hell he was doing sharing a home with Price out of all people, the man rarely socialized and was always focused on his missions. That would be a nice story to hear about during dinner together.

“So, Ghost. Tell us about this marriage of yours?” Soap wiggles is brows, interested in knowing more while Simon rolled his eyes and takes a sip from his drink. “Mind your business, Soap.” Simon wasn’t one to share his personal life and he for sure isn’t gonna share his romantic details with his old team, his memories with Y/n and Alex were his and only his.

Price laughs at Soaps frown as he holds his up his drink to the others. “In celebration of Simon being married and getting the family he deserves.” He announced, getting his other teammates attention as they too raised their glass while Simon watched with a small smile on his face.

“To Riley!” They all say as Simon raised his glass half way with a chuckle escaping his lips, enjoying his time with his old teammates.

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It wasn’t until sunset that Simon was finally able to return back home after spending some time with his old mates, getting to catchup with them. The moment he steps outside of the bar he can’t help but sigh, remembering that he forgot to get his husband an anniversary gift, only to find out that his old mates was his husbands gift to him while he stood back there with nothing. He felt like a horrible partner for not providing him anything as he makes his way back to the bakery.

The bakery should be closed at this hour, only with him having to head upstairs and into their apartment where his steps are quiet. As he approached the living room he can hear the sound of Y/n and Alex whispering to each other harshly.

“You burnt the cake?!”

“I was an accident!”

“You own a bakery, how do you burn a cake?!”

“I’m nervous!” Y/n shouted at Alex, smacking the kid upside the head with a glare. “Now go get the other gift.” He points towards the stairs where the two look up to see Simon leaning against the door frame, his hands in his pockets as he watched the two argue. His stance brings a shade of red on y/n’s face as he clears his throat. “You’re back? I mean—surprise!” He throws his hands up in surprise while Alex rolls his eyes at the late surprise.

“Did you enjoy my gift?” Y/n asks with a grin on his face while Simon gives him a nod and pushed himself off the frame and walks over to Y/n, leaning down to kiss him softly. “I did, thank you.” He whispers and turns to Alex. “How did you get in contact with them?”

Alex held his head up high with pride. “No doesn’t share their secrets.” He announced before rounding the coffee table. “Anyways, since dad already got you a gift I also got you one too!”

Alex hands him an envelope, getting Simons attention as he takes it in his hand. “You didn’t need to provide me a gift, kid. I think having you around is enough.” He reached out to tussle his hair as Alex pushed his hand away with a small laugh escaping his lips. “I know, but Its a special day for you two and I wanted to make it memorable.”

He’s fidgeting nervously, picking at his nails as he bounced on his heels. He was anxious for him to open the letter as Simon raised a brow. “you want me to open it now?”

“Yes or else I’m going to throw up all over you from anxiety.” Alex blurts out.

“He’s not kidding.” Y/n gives Simon a serious look, he’s Alex father he’s seen the poor kid throw up from anxiety, mainly during school whenever he was forced to present a project or whenever he had to preform a violin recital. The kid got easily nervous to do such things in front of large crowds and yet somehow the teen is able to handle crazy customers and rush hours at the bakery all by himself.

Simon takes the envelope in hand, tearing it open with ease as he looks inside with a raised brow, confused at first before shaking the paper out of the package, taking it in his hand as he reads through it. His eyes widening as he takes notice of what it was.

Adoption papers.

Alex wanted Simon to adopt him.

He wanted him as an official parent. Something Simon never knew he will end up getting after everything he’s been through when he was Alex’s age.

“You don’t have to sign them if you don’t want too, no pressure, I just though you would be interested���well I do see you as a parent and—“ Alex was rambling, his anxiety getting to him as he goes on and on about how he wants Simon as a parent and how he cherishes the man.

Simon is quick to silence the kid, pulling him into a warm embrace. Alex frozen under his hold before replacing and signing against him. “Is that a yes?” He muffled out as Y/n laughs at their interaction. “I think it is.” He whispers fondly to the two.

“Does that mean I can call you old man?”

“Fuck no,” Simon blurts out. “I prefer pops or dad?”

“But dad, is dad.” Alex points to Y/n who rolled his eyes. “Who cares you have two dads now!” Y/n jumps into the hug, holding the two close together as he giggled. “Best anniversary gift ever!” Y/n shouts in glee as Simon smiles at his husband happiness. That’s all he ever wanted from his new family, to see them happy and together.

“Thank you…” Simon softly whispers to the two, finally holding the world in his arms

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

buttercup, masterlist

a/n: ….this was really therapeutic to write. 

summary: little did you know that your new next-door neighbour, the very guy you have an embarrassingly large crush on, is the masked vigilante who saved you a little over a year ago.

warnings: matt murdock x baker!reader, neighbours to lovers, explicit sexual content, rape recovery, ptsd, adorable surrogate parents gay uncles, mostly just a lot of fluff and comforting goodness, total word count is 18k

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CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

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Elisabeth Sladen and Tom Baker - Doctor Who (1974)

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FLUFF

Buchanan by @barnesmurdock

baby, it’s bad out there by @intrepidacious

set me free by @/intrepidacious (40s!bucky x nymph!reader)

When I’m With You by @phantomspiderr

You’re Worth It All by @/phantomspiderr

Scotty Doesn’t Know by @/bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

cherry blossoms must be magic by @witchywithwhiskey

aisle 4 by @buckyhoney

Grump : The Musical by @itsapeterthing

Trough Sickness… Except Bucky’s by @teamcap4bucky

Wrong Number by @/teamcap4bucky

Alcohol You Later by @/bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

Possible-Future-Girlfriend by @jurassicbarnes

Vegas, Baby! by @bxcketbarnes

Love in the Workplace by @bxcketbarnes

Too Hot, An Arm Cold by @t-lostinworlds

almond milk by @buckysblanket

After Words by @justsomebucky (Modern AU)

Once Upon A Dream by @abovethesmokestacks

cut my hair by @buckybarnesdiaries

Mind Reader by @espinosaurusrexex

Chain Around my Neck by @/bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

Sweet and Strong by @navybrat817 (tattoo artist!bucky x baker!reader)

Charmed by @rookthorne (mechanic!bucky)

Rule Number One by @sidepartskinnyjeans

A Solid Foundation by @writing-for-marvel (fiancé!bucky)

It’s Not My Cup Of Tea by @malum-forev

The Weather by @saltsicklover

Silent Nights and Sorry Mornings by @veelacurse

In The Name Of Love by @moonbeambucky

Fallin’ For You by @/moonbeambucky

I’m Gunnin’ For You by @rookthorne (drifter!bucky)

Morning Workout by @sparklefics

ANGST

Call Me When You Get This by @/bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

I’ll Wear Your Ring by @/bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

After by @wkemeup

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Until We Meet Again by @bucksangel

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A Place by @/malum-forev

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Ring Ring by @adrinktostopyourthirst (roommate!bucky)

Convince Me by @teamcap4buciy

Roadside Assistance by @urvenicebtch (mechanic!bucky)

That’s The Way Love Goes by @dirtytomatoedwrites

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Sweeter Than Sugar by @/angrythingstarlight (chubby!bucky)

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series summary: Twenty years later, Joel still doesn’t know how to describe what you were to him. You’d never made any promises to each other, but you loved his daughter like she was your own. Had he known what was going to happen, he wouldn't have let you go.

description: plot inspired partially by this request. pre-outbreak! joel miller x f!reader, slow burn(ish), eventual smut. will end up covering game/tv show events. reader does not have a name, and there's no use of y/n, but she does have a fully fleshed-out backstory, friends/family with names.

warnings (will update as needed): fluff, angst, romance. multiple pov's. time jumps. smut (18+ only, minors DNI), alcohol use, marijuana use, descriptions of absent & abusive parents, eventual canon-typical violence & content. More specific warnings on each chapter.

a/n: super excited about this one, i've had so many ideas for it and it has been a pleasure to write! will try to update roughly every week or so, but i have a full-time job, so it just depends on what i can reasonably accomplish. i don't rush things out before they are ready, so please be patient. :)

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cool about it

"but i'm trying to forget about it" "feeling like i'm breaking a sweat about it" "wishing you would kindly get out of my head about it" "telling myself one day i'll forget about it" "knowing that it probably isn't true"

pairings: leo valdez x fem!reader

warnings/tags: fluff with a hint of angst. best friend leo.

summary: "if you even feel half the way i do about you..."

leo had always been good at fixing things. mending broken gadgets and constructing new inventions from mere scraps was second nature to him. but right now, as the morning sun filtered through the windows of cabin 9, casting long shadows on his half-finished projects, leo was wrestling with something he couldn’t fix, couldn’t build, couldn’t even figure out.

he hadn’t slept. not even a wink. his eyes stung from staying up, but that wasn’t the worst part. the worst part was that every time he closed his eyes, he could see last night. the faint glow of the fire in bunker 9. the hum of his latest invention. and then you, standing in front of him, close enough to touch, holding a plate of food with a worried look in your eyes because he’d skipped dinner. again.

his fingers drummed against the workbench, trying to distract himself. anything to take his mind off the kiss. that kiss. he couldn’t stop replaying it. the way you’d looked at him, concerned and sweet. how he’d leaned in, almost as if pulled by some invisible force, his lips meeting yours without a second thought. it had been quick, just a soft press, but it was enough to set his heart racing. and when he pulled away, your sibling had come looking for you, breaking the moment, and leo had been left standing there, dazed, as you were dragged away to help with some urgent task.

now, as the sunlight crept into the corners of the cabin, leo wished he could just flip a switch in his brain and shut down these thoughts. maybe you’d been surprised. maybe you’d wanted him to kiss you. or maybe— more likely— you hadn’t. maybe you were just being nice, and he’d gone and made everything awkward. the more he thought about it, the more he convinced himself that it was the latter. you were probably just being a good friend, and he’d ruined everything.

"idiot," he muttered to himself, raking a hand through his curly hair. "she’s your best friend. what were you thinking?"

he grabbed a wrench and turned back to his project, something half-finished that looked like a mechanical bird. he tightened a few bolts, but his thoughts kept wandering back to you. he had to talk to you. he had to apologize before this thing went any further, before he lost you for good. he took a deep breath, wiped his hands on his jeans, and scribbled a quick note on a piece of scrap paper.

meet me at bunker 9. please? –leo

at breakfast, he spotted you sitting with your siblings. you were laughing at something one of them said, looking completely normal, as if nothing had happened. as if he hadn’t kissed you. his heart pounded as he walked past your table and slipped the note into your hand. you looked up, surprised, but he was already turning away, heading for the door.

you showed up at bunker 9 about an hour later. he was waiting, nervously pacing back and forth. when he saw you step through the door, he stopped and stood there, unsure of how to begin. you looked as calm and collected as ever, but leo knew you well enough to see the flicker of uncertainty in your eyes.

"you wanted to see me?" you asked, closing the door behind you. the bunker was quiet except for the soft whir of a cooling fan and the faint crackling of his project on the workbench.

he opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. he swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. "yeah, i… i wanted to talk to you about last night," he finally managed. "i, uh… i’m really sorry. for kissing you, i mean. i wasn’t thinking. i know you probably didn’t want that, and… i just… i’m sorry."

your expression didn’t change, but he could see your hands tense slightly at your sides. he felt his heart sink. of course. you were going to tell him that it was a mistake, that he’d crossed a line.

"leo," you said softly. "it’s okay. i think we just got caught up in the moment. you were tired, and i probably looked like i needed kissing or something."

his stomach twisted. "so, you don’t…" he trailed off, unsure how to finish that sentence.

you offered a small smile. "leo, you had been working all day. it’s not surprising if you were feeling a little out of it."

he nodded, his heart heavy. he knew you were letting him down gently, trying to keep the peace. that was just like you. always thinking of others, even when it hurt.

a silence stretched between you, awkward and heavy. you shifted slightly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "is that all you wanted to talk to me about?" you asked, your voice sounding casual. but he could hear the faint trace of hope in your tone, and it almost broke his heart. you wanted him to say more, to give you some reason to stay. but he couldn’t do that. not when he was sure he’d already messed everything up.

"yeah," he said, forcing himself to nod. "that’s all. i just… i know you have a lot to do with it being cabin inspection day and all. you should probably go."

you hesitated, looking like you wanted to say something, but then you nodded. "right. i should get going." you turned to leave, and he watched you walk away, his heart aching with each step you took.

and then, just as you reached the door, he couldn’t hold it in anymore. "wait!" he called out, rushing forward. you stopped, turning back to face him, your eyes wide with surprise.

he grabbed your hand, pulling you back toward him. before he could talk himself out of it, he leaned in and kissed you again. this time, it wasn’t a mistake. it wasn’t some impulsive action he couldn’t control. this time, he knew exactly what he was doing. he felt you tense for a second, then relax against him, your hands resting on his shoulders.

when he pulled away, he kept his face close to yours, his forehead touching yours. "i meant it," he whispered, his voice shaky. "i meant to kiss you. both times."

you looked up at him, searching his eyes. "what?"

he took a deep breath, his heart pounding. "i’ve been trying to be cool about it, you know? i’ve tried to act like it’s not a big deal, like it’s just whatever, but it is. i haven’t been able to get that kiss out of my head. i can’t stop thinking about you, about us. i know it’s stupid, and i know i should just let it go, but… i can’t."

you felt your heart racing at his words, still processing everything he was saying. you searched his eyes for clarity. "leo, what are you saying?"

he took a deep breath, his heart pounding. "i'm saying that i’ve been in love with you since... i don't know. since forever, i guess. since pretty much the moment i saw you. you're the best friend i've ever had, and i know i don't deserve you, but... if you even feel half the way that i do..."

you were silent for a moment, and his heart sank. he was about to pull away, to let you go and tell you it was okay if you didn’t feel the same. but then you spoke.

"i don’t," you said, and his world stopped. he felt like he was falling, everything crashing down around him.

but then you smiled, a soft, shy smile that made his heart skip a beat. "i don’t feel half the way you do, leo," you continued, your voice trembling. "i feel it ten times more."

his eyes widened, hope flooding through him. "you… you mean that?"

you nodded. "i mean it, leo. i've been in love with you for so long, but i never thought you’d feel the same way."

he laughed, the sound full of relief and joy. "gods, we’re a couple of idiots, aren’t we?"

you laughed too, and his heart soared at the sound. he pulled you into his arms, holding you close, his head resting on top of yours. he could feel your heartbeat against his chest, strong and steady, matching his own.

"i’m still sorry for last night," he murmured into your hair. "not for kissing you, but for not saying this sooner."

you pulled back, looking up at him with a smile. "well, you’re saying it now. that’s what matters."

he grinned, his heart feeling lighter than it had in years. he kissed you again, and this time, he knew it wasn’t a mistake. this time, it was real.

[speargpants]

A little drawing to celebrate the Mystery Room manga. I usually check the new updates on friday when they release, but of course i forget to check when it's the final update. hopefully im not too late lol

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Simon Riley X Male Reader

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Authors Note: Not as gut wrenching as I thought it would be but a little more detail of reader and Simons “friendship” before the “relationship” started. This gives more background of Alex’s background along with Simon too. But here is another baker series shot!

Summary: Alex had found his way to Simons place during a storm, a frantic baker is in search of his missing kid. What happens when the past comes after Alex and doesn’t know what to do?

Warnings: PTSD, triggers, mentions of abuse, slight angst, arguments, memories, toxic behavior, task 141, apologies, forgiveness, Reader is trying his best, Simon is still haunted by his past, mentions of Soap and Price along with Gaz, retirement

Word count: 2.5k

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It was the weekday and Simon wasn’t needed at the bakery. His favorite baker had told him that he’d be in charge of opening and that business for him has been getting a little slow. Perhaps the rainy weather will drag some customers inside at the bakery, the idea of visiting or ordering a simple tea wouldn’t leave his mind. He didn’t have any plans today and staying locked indoors wasn’t going to help him at all.

Simon had taken his time to change, putting on a sweat shirt and sweat pants to keep him warm during the wet and cold rain. He’d kept his face mask on and searched for his hat around his place, setting his house keys in the kitchen counter and making his way to his own bedroom where he finds his hat, slipping it on before making his way downstairs.

Before he could collect his last things a sharp knock is heard at the front door, causing the man to freeze in place. He’s silent and stares at the door to his left, listening and hearing the knock again. Simon never got visitors causing him to grow cautious of his surroundings as he approached the door. He has a small table next to the door with a drawer where he keeps a gun inside, call him paranoid. The man still can’t sleep without a gun close by to him in case anyone tried to come after him. He was getting adjusted to the new ways and his new life and with retirement.

He checks the gun, cocking it and slipping it in his back pocket before unlocking the door and pulling it open slowly. He peaks outside, thinking that perhaps an old enemy was standing on the other side only to see a wet and shivering Alex. His arms wrapped around himself, hair damp from the rain water as he glanced up at him nervously.

“Hi.” Alex’s voice is small.

Simons tense body relaxes at the sight of Alex, pulling the door wider and raising a brow at the teenager.

“Shouldn’t you be on school?” He questions, checking the time on his watch. It was still school hours, so what was Alex doing here at this time and how did he find him?

“I know.” Alex mumbled, sniffling and using his wet sweater sleeve to wipe the droplets from under his nose and face. “I—I didn’t want to invade your privacy but, I checked your application and records in dads office and found your address…” He avoids Simons eyes. “I needed a safe place.” He adds the last part in a small whisper.

Simon stares at the teenager, reading him. The kids posture is hunched over, ignoring eye contact and his words were slow. He was usually sarcastic and outgoing at the bakery but this teenager in front of him wasn’t that annoying kid that he’d work with in the early mornings during the weekends. His fidgeting is enough for someone to know that something was wrong. Sighing deeply, he opens the door wider, getting the teens attention and nodding his head inside.

The teen hesitates, giving himself a minute before finally stepping inside the house. With the teens back turned to him, Simon is quick to put his gun back in the drawer and closing the door behind him.

“Tea?” Simon offers. Even though he was suppose to get some at the bakery he’ll just have to make some here instead.

“I’m good.” Alex responds back, curious to look around the house. He’s never been inside Simons house before, it was all new to him and the teenager grew curious to explore the place but knew that it was impolite to do so whenever he entered someone’s home. With Simon making the tea he takes his time to finally ask the teen.

“Want to tell me what brought you here?”

Alex flinched at his rough voice, turning his attention to Simon. His shoulders tense and grows nervous. “I heard that you used to be in the military, right?”

Simon hums with a nod, leaning against his counter with his arms crossed over his chest.

“You protect people, right?” Alex’s heart began to raise, finally making eye contact with the older man.

Simon frowns under his mask, pushing himself off the counter and taking a step forward, causing Alex to react with fright and taking a step back. Simon froze in spot, reading his body language again before finally figuring out what was going on. His eyes grow cold and full of anger, his hands balled into fists as he stands in his place, giving Alex the space he needed.

“Did Y/n hurt you?”

“No!” Alex is quick to answer, eyes wide and full of panic. “No, he didn’t do anything.”

“Then why are you acting like someone hurt you?”

Simons question silenced Alex, biting his lip.

“Alex.” Simon gets the teens attention again, taking a slow cautious step forward, watching for any negative reaction only to get nothing. He takes this sign as permission to move closer. “I recognize your posture, your flinching.” Simon speaks up. “You avoid eye contact which you never do and asking about protection—only those who’ve been hurt in their life seek for help, but not many do either.”

Alex’s bottom lip quivers.

“Did someone hurt you?”

The teen shakes his head.

“Did—“ Simon clears his throat. “Did you have an episode?”

Simon speaks from experience, the years of abuse and trauma that he got from his father still haunted him till this day. He was getting better at dealing with it but as each day goes by their isn’t a day where he thinks about his father, the fear he brought into his childhood at a young age. No child deserved to get abused, neither did Alex.

Alex’s breath hitched. “My parents are looking for me.” He sobs out. “They came looking for me at school and I saw my mom and dad waiting—I ran out the back and didn’t know where to go. I didn’t feel safe at the baker thinking that they’d be waiting for me and then I remembered your address and—“

“You felt safe with me.” Simon finished as Alex nods rapidly while sobbing. The panic and realization finally settling in as Simon pulls the kid into a warm embrace, letting him fall apart as he too hugged him back.

“I’m sorry.” Alex sobs.

Simon shakes his head. “Don’t apologize, you reacted and ran.” He pulls away from Alex and takes a look at the kid before sighing deeply. “They won’t find you here. I’ll keep you safe.” Simon wouldn’t allow anyone to lay a finger on Alex, he didn’t care if he had to kill his parents to stop them from taking their kid back. Y/n rarely spoke about Alex’s adoption and past but knew that it wasn’t a good one which is why the conversation was avoided. The focused on the good memories and the new start that Alex got with Y/n raising him, of course the kid panicked and ran afraid of being taken away and put back in an abusive environment.

Simon gives Alex a glance, watching the kid use his damp sleeves to clean the tears and snot from his face. The older man rolls his eyes, removing his own sweater and leaving him in a black shirt before handing Alex his sweater. “Here, change into this. Your all wet and your dad will kill me if you catch a cold.”

Alex croaks out a laugh, nose and eyes red as he nods. While Alex changed into Simons clean sweatshirt, the ex military man makes a quick call to Y/n. It only takes one ring for the baker to answer the phone, the sound of rustling and panting is heard from the other line. “Simon?” Y/n breaths out.

“Y/n—“

“Now’s not a good time Simon I’m a little busy today—in fact take the next few days off you don’t need to come by—“ The baker rambled on.

“Alex is here.” His sudden statement stops the bakers rambling. He can hear his heavy breathing before asking. “Where?” It didn’t take long for Simon to send him his address and for Y/n to appear at his place in less than a few minutes. When Simon answers the door he doesn’t expect to see a tired and panicked parent. His clothes are all wet from the rain with a mix of sweat and dirt, he’s only wearing a simple pair of pants and a thin jacket that doesn’t seem to keep him warm from the cold rain.

“Where is he?” He pants out, stepping inside the house and coming to a stop once he spots Alex sitting on the couch.

“Y/n.” Alex speaks out.

The baker approached Alex a little too fast, startling the kid into thinking about his worst fears. Simon is quick to step in, placing a hand on Y/n’s chest and holding him back. This shocks the baker he gaped at Simon before glaring at him. “What are you doing?”

“You’re scaring the kid.”

“What?” Y/n raises a brow.

“He’s scared.” Simon nods to Alex who had curled up into himself, head buried in his knees. “Do you even know why he’s here?” Simon questions Y/n who shot a glare at him before scoffing. “I don’t know, Simon. You tell me.” Y/n slaps his arm away.

“I get a call from the school about Alex missing classes, later I get calls from my lawyers telling me that his parents were waiting for him outside one of his buildings. Next thing you know I’m running up and down the streets in the pouring rain not finding him anywhere not knowing if his fucked up parents took him away or if they got him hurt! I’m out here trying to find my missing child only to find out that he’s here with you! Someone who we just met not only a few months ago but the fact that my own son possibly trusts a total stranger over his own father!” Y/n’s voice is full of anger and confusion, his voice finally lowering into a soft whisper. “Finding him here makes me think that I wasn’t the safest option, that maybe I’m not able to protect him.” He buries his face in his hands, shaking his own head as he tries to keep himself from panicking again, from thinking that Alex didn’t see him as someone who could protect him from the bad past coming after him.

Simon stays where he stands, not knowing how to approach the man but knowing what to say next.

“Alex came here to be protected. He knew about my military background and thought I’d keep him safe if his parents were to find him. He ran because he panicked, seeing his parents triggered horrible memories that he didn’t wish to remember.” Simon watched Y/n, glancing up from his hands at Simon. “Alex does feel safe with you and you didn’t fail as a parent. He panicked—you both.”

Y/n ran a hand through his messy and damp hair, looking over to Alex who stared back at him.

“He’s your kid.”

Y/n bites his lip. “What if we never met you? Then what would happen in this situation? Would he really be safe with me?”

“Yes.”

Y/n turns his attention back to Alex, who stood by his side. “I came here because I knew Simon would keep me safe, I was also afraid of getting you involved with everything again and I couldn’t—I couldn’t lose my only dad if they ever tried to hurt you.” Alex tears up again, causing Y/n to cry as well as he pulls his kid into a tight hug, kissing his temple and forehead. “You won’t lose me, your stuck with me, got it? They won’t take you away from me either because your mine, you hear me?” Y/n holds Alex’s face in both hands. “You’re my son and I love you.”

Alex nods, leaning down to lie his head on his shoulder while Y/n wrapped his arms around him into a warm embrace. It wasn’t long before the two break apart, Alex still sniffling when his father whispers in a soft voice to lie down. The teen does as he’s told and lied back down on the couch while Y/n turns to Simon who’d given them some privacy of their own, his leaning against the kitchen counter and staring out the kitchen window when Y/n decides to slide in next to him, keeping his distance.

“I want to apologize for shouting and for the way I treated you. I shouldn’t have said such rude things.”

Simon sighs. “It’s alright, you were worried for your kid.” He smiled faintly under his mask. “Made me wish that I had someone like you when I was his age.”

Y/n frowns. “What do you mean?”

“I know what it’s like, his fear.” Simon looks over his shoulder to see Alex asleep on the couch. “I felt the same way when I was a kid.”

Y/n puts the puzzle pieces together as his eyes soften. “Simon, I didn’t know that you—“

“It was a long time ago.” Simon cuts him off. “I got away from it all and figured out my own life. Not a very good one but, I made some friends along the way.” He remembers his team, before ever meeting them he was always doing solo missions, working alone without having leverage holding back. He grew comfortable with doing things his own way that when Price got him involved into his new team he was forced to work with others. Having to grow used to Soaps dumb comments along with Gazs small and awkward conversations. He’d approached Price about disbanding from the team and going back to working alone until Price threatened him to either work with his new team or he’d be sent home. Simon knew not to argue with Price and scoffed at his captain before marching out of his office and joining his team again.

It took him a few months to finally claim his team as friends, risking their own lives for each other and groaning together alone with joking around with Soap whenever they were together. He never thought that he’d have friends to be around with again that didn’t fear him each time he entered a room. Simon had some good memories and people in his past until his time of retirement came, turning in the paper work to Price, shocking his own captain when he’s presented the paperwork of returning back home for good. As much as Simon liked helping people he couldn’t always stand the violence and needed the break to finally breathe again.

Imagine his surprise when that clear breath came rushing to him when a certain Baker and teenager make their way into his life. He enjoyed every day with them and wouldn’t want to throw that away.

“I didn’t have someone like you when I was a kid, but I have you now and I’m not leaving you two anytime soon.”

Y/n’s face grows warm, his heart beating fast at Simons words. His lips form into a small smile as Simon chuckles in return. The two never thought that they’d need each other in the future.

[imaginesmai]

I missed you - Azriel

This is smut, set in the baker!reader universe. If you want a timeline, it happens before Taken for reasons you'll find out at the end of this fic. You can read it without the previous parts, don't worry.

Plot: Azriel has been away for a month and comes back to a busy, cozy morning.

Warnings: porn with a tinny bitty plot, barely there.

“I missed you”

Even though his voice sounded far away, you knew Azriel was right behind you, his chest pressed tightly against your back. You felt the echoes of his question right where his throat touched your shoulder and neck. Where, in your humble opinion, he belonged.

He had been away for a little longer than a month, and it had been the longer you had been apart. He had arrived to your shared home two days ago, and you had only left the bed for the bare minimum necessary.

You doubted you’d be able to leave the bed in another two days.

“Me too” you answered back, your voice groggy with sleep.

“Thought about you every single day” his lips, swollen from your previous activities, followed the path of your pulse point. “Every hour”

You hummed for an answer, not actually registering his words. Only the feeling of his body curved around you. You were both naked, had been since he came back, but you weren’t ready to face the rest of the world yet.

And Azriel wasn’t either. The sheets moved around you as he pressed himself closer, tighter, and you noticed his intention before he was finished. The hand that was rubbing lazy circles over your belly lowered, his pinky finger adding a soft pressure over your clit.

You barely contained your moan when he pushed you farther against him, his cock slipping between your legs and rubbing itself where you needed him. You had discovered long ago the truth behind the wingspan theory, and blissfully, you cherished it again. Azriel lowered his hand until he could touch himself and tease you at the same time.

“Move” you demanded, trying to roll you hips. All sleep left you as his arousal hit your senses, as you felt him harden between your legs.

“So demanding. Maybe I don’t want to”

His lips curved against your neck, and you could have fallen right above the edge when his canines grazed your skin. Something about the primal need of being locked together after a month away made your knees weak.

The tip of his cock retreated far enough to press itself against your entrance, only to avoid it once more. The hand that wasn’t holding you against him appeared under your neck, and wrapped his fingers across your throat. Big enough to cover it whole, you breath shuttered when he squeezed.

“Thought about you naked and moaning under me too many times” Azriel confessed, barely moving. The soft friction wasn’t enough but felt like Starfall and fireworks together. “I whished it was you who squeezed my cock dry and not my hand”

“I already did” you reminded him. And you had – repeatedly since he came back. “I’ll have your cum leaking for a while”

“Love that”

His voice was deeper, broken out by a moan. There were few things that turned him on more that knowing he was in you. That his cum tainted your underwear when you left the room, that when not even an hour later he would have a finger inside, his cum had been there.

You had trouble following the pointless conversation when that certain finger entered you. The roughness of his scars had been a sensitive topic at the beginning of your relationship, but soon you had discovered that not many things felt as good as them.

Azriel pressed it to the hilt, applying pressure against your walls.

“Did you touch yourself? While I was gone?” he whispered, one of his shadows kissing your left nipple.

“Thought about me sitting on your cock while you worked, and then you fucking me on your work table” his hand almost cut your air supply, but you managed to continue. “Played with myself right there, and – “

Azriel squeezed your throat hard enough to leave bruises, but you didn’t mind as the finger retreated as his cock replaced it. Each time you took him felt like the first time, no matter how many had come before that one. He pushed it in two thrusts, that left his pubic hair right at your entrance.

Your face was harshly turned to the right and you were met with dark, lusted eyes. There was barely any hazel left, but you loved them anyway. His mouth was parted in a deep moan, and as he bottomed in and out slowly, you were enchanted by the pearls of sweat rolling down his forehead and the sounds leaving his lips.

His perfect, o shaped lips that he ran his tongue through. There was nothing more beautiful that Azriel for you. Him training, sleeping, talking. Smiling, thinking, walking. Anything he did was a piece of art to your eyes, and your favorite part was by far lusted Azriel.

The way his eyes darkened but his expression softened in pleasure and love, only for you. The grip on your throat relaxed enough for you to push yourself up and catch his lips. With your eyes closed, you only felt his hands moving you like a rag doll until you were laying on your back, his cock still inside you and his chest pressed against yours.

“Naughty girl” he whispered against your mouth, his tongue brushing your upper teeth. “Masturbating yourself in my office”

“I bet half of the camp heard you jacking off to my name” you answered, not willing to let a provocation go without a reply. “Like a beast in heat”

You locked your legs behind his calves, and used your now free hands to press him closer to you. The meat of his ass was tender and firm, and you squeezed it hard. Azriel drowned his groan against your lips, and without further invitation, showed you just what a beast he could be.

He pitoned in and out of you with a formidable strength, giving the sun was just coming up and he had stayed up late between your legs. His left hand rose to your breast and cruelly squeezed, capturing your nipple between his thumb and pointy finger.

You threw your head back in the pillow, crying out his name and leaving him access to your neck. His mouth was rough, long gone the sweet love-making of the last day. Your arms held onto his shoulders and sneaky fingers brushed against his wings.

When he almost crumbled against you, his legs giving up and his pace slowing, you smiled proudly to yourself.

“Poor Illyrian bat” you teased him. “No one to touch your wings for so long”

“Like you wouldn’t have killed them”

You didn’t bother answering, knowing it was true. Something as intimate as touching his wings, making him shudder even when he rutted, was yours. Neither of you lasted long after that, only another soft touch from you had him shouting your name roughly against your neck, probably all Velaris hearing him shattering his high.

Just watching him crumple was enough to make you cum, but if that wasn’t enough, one of his shadows, licked a deep stripe from your entrance to your clit, squeezing your button until your legs locked tightly around him and you broke.

After more orgasms than what you could count, you were sure that was the last one in you. Not even biting your lip was enough to stop the sounds leaving your soul, Azriel whispering something in your ear as he held you against his chest with one arm, your back not touching the bed.

The first ray of sun sneaking through the window hit the side of his face when you opened back your eyes. His hair was ruffled, his cheeks pinkish and his eyes bright. So bright and happy that you could look away.

You knew his life hadn’t been easy before you, that his past haunted him when he least expected it. His line of work was hard too, and his eyes had lost the innocence long before you met him. But sometimes, when it was just the two of you, you swore the boy Azriel could have been peaked through.

His smile was more radiant than any sun that could enter the room. You felt your heart warming your whole body at the pure, absolute love that you felt for him.

“I missed you” he repeated.

“Me too. You shouldn’t be allowed to leave for so long”

“Maybe Rhys has something to say about it”

“Maybe we have something to say about it”

Azriel’s hazel eyes traveled down your chest to your belly, where he could already notice the bump. It hadn’t been there when he left, and he had spent a good hour crying about it when he came back.

Laying back on his side, he left his hand over the life that you two had created. Tears quickly appeared in your eyes as you thought about it. You didn’t want to assume the gender, didn’t want to know until the birth. Everything you had gone through, the obstacles and the pain, was worthy when you imagined the life ahead.

It would be the last big mission Azriel went for a while. Rhysand had cancelled everything he had in mind for his shadowsinger when he learned the news, only leaving the inevitable one that he had already finished.

For the next seven months, Azriel would be yours to enjoy. Mornings waiting up to his sleeping face, meals together, and long nights between the sheets. It was enough to let the first tear roll down your cheek.

Azriel caught it quickly with his thumb. He leant down to press a slow kiss to your wobbling lips, his own heart racing.

“I won’t be leaving you ever” he admitted against your lips. “Not even when you want to kick me out for the pregnancy pains”

“Glad we’re agreeing on the culprit” you chuckled.

It was a different type of kiss; one you hadn’t shared with any past lovers. His lips brushed against yours with all the care and love he could muster through the bond, trapping your lower one between his teeth. It wasn’t rough or rushed.

With your eyes closed and your hand over his right above your future babe, you cherished the months to come.

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Holy shit this looks top-tier!🤩😱

[caffeinatedattorney]

Thinking about Harvey's little

"...be safe and b-be good, Bruce Wayne..."

So, to overanalize it: I don't think text can convey how big of a confession that is? I don't mean romantic. I mean like, this is Harvey's most personal, hardcoded language. This is the stuff he tells himself all the time. Survive. Be a good person. It's him showing his inner machinations, his innermost thoughts and fears, and maybe, just maybe he regrets saying it halfway through bc of it and he trails off.

Bruce says "I love you," pretty nonchalantly and tries to play it off as casual ("knock it off") and it's clear he's more used to treating ppl this way. But of course, Bruce knows Harvey and how he is, he understands. Of course he does. He'll do anything for Harvey.

[atomic-chronoscaph]

Nicola Bryant and Colin Baker - Doctor Who (1984)

[raspberrybirb]

"Wait ....."

He literally cannot form a thought she fried his brain

Full detail on this under the cut

I like playing with the idea of the Laytons getting invited to like some fancy gala thing and they all get like an extra to bring a friend

And Alfendi and Kat get invited because ✨Nepotism ✨ same with Flora and Luke, Lucy and Ernest are invited by Alfendi and Kat

Alfendi was actually planning on not going mostly because he didn't have a suit that wasn't I'll fitting, till Lucy excitedly offered to help him shop for one.

Lucy went to buy herself a dress before helping him find a suit, she got distracted easily by a pretty green dress on display after that it was time for the main course ,finding a suit. Lucy believing Alfendi's favorite color was blue naturally picked him out a blue dress shirt to go with the rest of the ensemble but right before paying Alfendi swapped it out with a green one to match Lucy's dress when she was once again distracted.

Leading to this cute scenario which he did not expect , he's used to being the one making the first move :) but he's not complaining about the kiss

He's attempting to form a thought

His brain circuit is currently fried and he's just: