#but yeah i also totally get people who are nervous about trying to shop more sustainably

[f1ocsworld]

Chicken Shop Date

Character: Kiara Addams (OC), Amelia Dimoldenberg, Lando Norris

Summary: Kiara has a date at the Chicken Shop

Amelia Dimoldenberg sat across from Kiara, her mischievous grin barely contained as she propped her elbows on the table.

“So, Kiara,” Amelia began, casually picking up a chicken nugget and eyeing her, “You’ve got this cool, confident vibe. I’ve got to know, what’s your type? Like, what kind of person catches your eye?”

Kiara chuckled nervously, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Oh, um… Well, I guess someone who’s funny and can keep up with me. I mean, I’m pretty active, so someone who likes to have fun.”

Amelia raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “Oh, so you like someone who can match your energy? Interesting. But what if they don’t know how to keep up? Would you just... let them try and fail, or would you be the one to step in?”

Kiara laughed, a little embarrassed. “I mean, I’d let them try! But I do like a good challenge. If they can’t keep up, well... I might have to teach them a few things.”

Amelia’s eyes lit up. “Ooo, a teacher! I like that! So, if they’re trying to keep up, do they also have to be a driver? Like, can you drive?”

Kiara flushed slightly, her fingers tapping nervously on her drink. “Well... I can drive, yeah. But I wouldn’t say I’m like... a race car driver or anything.” She winked, trying to deflect. “I’m more of a ‘cruise along the beach’ kind of girl.”

Amelia tilted her head, an impish grin tugging at her lips. “Cruising along the beach, huh? I’m guessing you wouldn’t mind being in the passenger seat if someone else wanted to take the wheel, right?”

Kiara’s cheeks turned pink, but she didn’t shy away from the question. “Well... I wouldn’t mind, yeah. I mean, if they’re a good driver...”

“I knew it!” Amelia teased, her voice almost a whisper as she leaned forward. “You’d totally let someone take control. I mean, if I were driving, you’d be all relaxed in the passenger seat, just enjoying the ride?”

Kiara was definitely blushing now, but she shrugged, trying to play it off with a laugh. “Maybe. Depends on the company.”

Amelia winked, clearly enjoying the way Kiara was squirming. “And what if the company is... me?”

Kiara let out a nervous laugh, her gaze darting for a moment. “Well, if you’re offering, I guess I’d be down for that.”

Amelia leaned back, clearly pleased with her teasing success. “So, you’re a bit of a passenger princess, huh? I like it. But tell me, Kiara, do you like chicken nuggets?”

Kiara blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift in topic. “Uh, well, yeah! Who doesn’t like chicken nuggets?”

Amelia’s grin grew even wider. “Okay, okay. I was just making sure. You know, if you’re going to be in my car, I need to know whether you’re a nugget fan or not.”

Kiara laughed, shaking her head. “Yeah, I can definitely get behind the nuggets. Maybe we’ll go grab some after the drive you just talked about.”

Amelia nodded enthusiastically. “Deal. I’ll take you for a drive... but only if you promise me some nuggets at the end You are paying, of course.”

Kiara smirked, clearly enjoying this back-and-forth. “I think I can manage that.”

“Good,” Amelia said with a wink. “Now, back to the important stuff. What do you think about sports? You’re obviously into music, but are you into anything else? You know, sporty stuff?”

Kiara took a moment to think. “I mean, I like going to sports events—like a good football match...or anything with good energy and vibes.”

Amelia nodded slowly, then leaned in with a playful glint in her eyes. “So, you like the energy, huh? What about...like a Formula 1 race? All that speed, excitement… what do you think?”

Kiara’s face flushed slightly, but she quickly laughed it off, shifting in her seat. “Yeah...not really into fast cars”

Amelia raised an eyebrow, clearly not believing her. “Oh really? No interest in fast cars? Just curious... I mean, I’m sure there are people who love that sort of thing.”

Kiara smiled, trying to dodge the question with a playful shrug. “I think I’ll stick to my own speed. But hey, fast cars are cool, right?”

Amelia nodded with a knowing smile, not pushing the topic any further. “Of course, of course. So... let’s imagine this. You and I, a few months into this hypothetical relationship. Things are smooth, no drama, lots of fun. What’s it like?”

Kiara’s face softened for a moment, her voice quieter. “I think it’d be easy. I’m not about drama, you know? Just hanging out, having fun, beach walk, chicken shop dates, being real with each other.”

Amelia leaned in a little closer. “And you’d be okay with a relationship like that? No games, just honest and fun?”

Kiara smiled, her eyes meeting Amelia’s. “Yeah, that sounds perfect. No stress, just enjoying each other’s company.”

Amelia’s gaze lingered a little longer than usual, a playful but serious expression crossing her face. “Well, if you ever find yourself in need of that kind of relationship... you know where to find me.”

Kiara’s heart skipped a beat, but she laughed softly, trying to keep things light. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

YouTube Comments:

🗨️F1Fanatic42: Amelia’s flirting game is on POINT 😂. She definitely knows how to get Kiara blushing! The whole “passenger princess” thing? Classic move, and Kiara is so into it. Also, the way she kept dodging the F1 questions about fast cars and Lando... I'm dying. We know she loves it, stop pretending Kiara 😂 🗨️LandoIsMyGoat: The way Kiara was dodging those F1 questions is priceless 😂 But seriously, the whole "passenger princess" thing Amelia was lowkey asking if Kiara likes being in control or letting someone else take the wheel... and we all know who she’s thinking about �� 🗨️FormulaTease: Amelia really said, “Would you let someone else take control?” and Kiara almost died from the question 🤭 🗨️F1Fam99: Kiara saying she likes to cruise along the beach but doesn't want to talk about fast cars? We all know that's code for "Lando and his McLaren." 🗨️SpeedyShippers: “Do you like to drive?” “Well... I can drive, but I’m more of a cruise along the beach kind of girl.” Kiara, babe, you’re not fooling anyone. Just admit it, when Lando’s driving, you’d be ALL about that passenger seat. I see you! 😏 🗨️McLarenManiac: The whole “cruise along the beach” thing got me thinking Kiara would be the perfect passenger princess in a McLaren.

The cold London air nipped at Lando Norris’s cheeks as he stepped out of the warm venue. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his jacket, only to be met by the cheers of a small crowd waiting by the barricades.

“Lando!” A chorus of voices greeted him, fans eagerly holding out merchandise and phones.

He smiled, walking over. “Hey, guys! Staying warm?”

“Not really!” someone joked, holding out a McLaren flag for him to sign.

As he signed and posed for selfies, fans peppered him with questions. “How was the event?”

“Long but good,” he replied with a grin.

“Are you freezing?” another teased, pointing at his slightly red nose.

“Absolutely. Should’ve brought a scarf,” he joked, eliciting laughter.

Amid the buzz, one fan suddenly exclaimed, “Oh my god, look over there!”

Lando turned to where they were pointing. Across the street, a new massive Dior billboard loomed over the bustling road. Kiara’s face was front and center, glowing under the streetlights. She looked elegant, her striking features impossible to miss.

The group around him immediately picked up on it.

“Kiara! She looks amazing!”

“Lando, you’ve got to admit she’s gorgeous.”

Lando blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift in attention. He laughed softly, his gaze flicking between the billboard and the fans. “Yeah, Dior definitely knows what they’re doing,” he said casually, attempting to move on.

But the fans weren’t letting it go that easily.

“Come on, what do you think of her?”

“Be honest!”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “You guys are relentless. Alright, fine. She’s… yeah, she’s got a beautiful voice.”

The response was met with squeals and laughter.

“Oh, so you’ve definitely watched her Chicken Shop Date video then?” one fan teased.

Lando hesitated for a fraction of a second, the question catching him off guard. Before he could stop himself, he said, “Yeah, I saw it.”

The fans erupted into laughter and cheers. “We knew it! You totally keep up with her!”

Realizing his slip, Lando groaned playfully. “You’re going to get me in trouble. Don’t twist my words!”

“Too late!” someone joked, recording the whole interaction.

“Alright, alright, that’s enough about Kiara. Who’s next for a selfie?” he deflected, grinning as he shifted focus back to signing and taking photos.

[sk1fanfiction]

(ch. 15 review) — it’s the way i kept trying to prolong this chapter 😭 anyway. i love inconvenienced tom (i’m sure dumbledore does too) like it’s so him to sleep way after curfew but complain about being called to do something during his “sleep time” and then i love how absolutely irritated he is once he enters dumbledores office and sees his two nightmares — harry & mini abraxas reincarnate being there. him using a silencing spell and dumbledore lowkey approving is just hilarious, harry’s a bit too loud for everyone’s taste apparently. i seem to have forgotten that voldemort is gorgeous? but did malfoy not clock the identical faces?… also tom riddle experiencing empathy??? and for abraxas’ clone?? oh dumbledore (and maybe ruby) what have you done to the poor guy ! the parvati and lavender fight… that’s so sad i know she’s in love with her but saying mean things to your friends is never nice and i feel so bad for lavender bc yes she’s a bit boy obsessed (although tbf cedric is beautiful) she’s still a good friend and she’s just a teenage girl !! also ruby doing nothing to help, i feel you girl, it’s awkward getting between two close friends arguments. i also did not realise that draco and pansy were officially dating oops. ALSO DAPHNE AND ANTHONY?? i did not expect that at all idkw but personally i’m thinking good riddance oops, jk but i don’t mind them together but poor ruby she’s a bit confused and bitter (although there is a perfectly handsome single guy who is literally in a blood vow to protect her so, she shouldn’t be too disheartened idk). nice to see blaise getting complimented on his bone structure yearly, it’s quite phenomenal. HARRY AND CHO MY CUTIES, he’s a little awkward and nervous but he’s got the spirit !! lastly that note… i’m wondering who wrote it and i’m leaning towards tom bc of their conversation in the forest when she ran away and also his affinity for participating in writing things for the potters during valentines. ooh and nott is such a dick i kind of love that for him.

I ended up prolonging this chapter to >7k to wrap up dangling plot threads so that's valid (the next one that I accidentally posted earlier is more normal length -- that'll be up on Sunday after I proofread it).

That's on me for giving Tom one of my most unserious habits (pretending to 'go to bed early' so people won't bother you for three hours). Harry is definitely (canonically) too loud (controversial but I like OOTP CAPS-LOCK!Harry). Truly the stuff of nightmares.

Malfoy (nor anyone else who has seen them both, like Narcissa) did indeed not clock the identical faces (Clark Kent effect, ig).

Also I haven't given Voldemort a physical description except for his red eyes in a while (since Three Can Keep A Secret, I think?). That is on purpose, because I couldn't decide whether or not I wanted OG/Snake Face Voldemort. But I came to the conclusion that (I think this is canonically correct?) he got the snake attributes from the regeneration potion in GOF, and in RFMD he gets regenerated by the Elixir of Life, and then Jadis from Narnia lives rent-free in my brain and I was thinking about that scene from The Magician's Nephew where she eats the forbidden apple or whatever, which makes her Beautiful in An Eldritch Way and decided to go with that...

Tom?? Experiencing empathy?? He begs to differ and says it is totally for strategic reasons.

Honestly, I do feel bad for making them fight :( Lavender is a good friend (will never get off my Justice for Lavender Brown soapbox) but the whole situation is just so messy. If I were Ruby I wouldn't know how to intervene either.

I was never sure if Draco and Pansy dated in canon, but I decided, what the hell, I've never done a proper Valentine's Day chapter before, so, why not. And on the note of Daphne and Anthony yeah that was intentional blindsiding (I think the only times they were seen together were Ancient Runes class and the junk shop and both were Ruby-centric things). Confused and bitter -- that's exactly why I said jealousy, jealousy is required listening for this chapter (for Parvati, too).

There is a perfectly handsome single guy who is literally in a blood vow to protect her

👀

I can't decide who would be more horrified by this proposition.

Blaise loves that for himself, too. I was re-reading OOTP to figure out Harry and Cho and then I realised that their #1 pastime is actually talking about sports 🤦🏾‍♀️

Of course it's Tom. Who else lives in the intersection of loving to fuck with people and misuse stationery for nefarious purposes?

[ghostlystyles]

𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐙𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆

anthony lockwood x gn!reader

lockwood is really just a lovesick teenager

request: Could you do a Lockwood X reader where they are getting ready for the gala at Fittes and Lockwood sees reader in the dress for the first time?

tessa’s notes: this was the fic that i didn’t save properly when i was nearly done, but it turned out alright so we vibe

warnings: honestly just pure fluff + lucy and reader are close friends :D, comment if i missed any <3

word count: 0,9k

—“OKAY, LUCE, WHAT do you think of this?” you asked, turning around to face the girl who was reading a book on her bed. “That definitely looks like you’re going to a funeral,” she replied. You turned back around to look in the mirror and sighed frustratedly, “well, considering what we’re about to do, I might be in a few days. I agree, though, it looked fine in the shop but this is terrible.”

“Well, you have one more, don’t you? Try that on,” Lucy suggested, looking up from her book. “Good call, give me a second,” you spoke, walking back to your wardrobe and pulling out the other dress. It was a red silk dress that reached your ankles and the woman in the shop had specifically told you it would look great on you, so you had high hopes.

You slipped into it and turned around to face Lucy again. “What about this?” you questioned as you twirled around. “Oh my god. You look so good!” Lucy gasped, throwing her book to the side and jumping off the bed. You looked in the mirror and tugged on the dress to get it in place. Lucy was right, you looked undeniably beautiful. “Yeah, this is definitely better than the funeral dress.”

“Can I do your makeup now? Please?” Lucy asked, as she held up her basket of makeup products. “As long as you don’t stab out my eyes or make me look like a total idiot, sure, go ahead,” you replied, sitting down at Lucy’s desk chair and she got to work. She put some eyeliner on you, stuck a line of gems alongside it and finished it off with a bit of highlighter and a tinted lip balm. “There. You look so pretty.”

“Wow, Luce! I’m impressed, thank you!” you exclaimed happily, as you tilted your face to look in the mirror from a different angle. “You’re welcome,” Lucy said in a singsong voice, while you grabbed the stuff you needed to do your hair. “Are you nervous?” asked Lucy. “‘Course I am. We’re stealing this extremely rare book from Fittes’s library, which, knowing us, may very well get us killed, and we’re supposed to act ‘casual’ around the other people, of which I’m sure there are going to be lots. Also, those people are going to treat us as a couple, because why else would two people go to a ridiculously fancy gala together? So yes, I am a tad nervous,” you ranted quickly.

“Yeah, all of those are very valid. But why does it bother you so much that people are gonna treat you like a couple on a date?”

“Well, it’s not a date, is it? Do you know how hard it is to act like and be treated like a couple with someone who you have genuine feelings for but aren’t actually dating?”

“I think you’re allowed to treat it like a date. At least a little bit. He asked you to go with him, no? He could’ve asked me or George, but he asked you.”

“Luce, that was literally a 1 out of 3. I was probably the best option for the occasion or whatever.”

“No, N/N, he already called me an asset and I think he still feels guilty for that. He wouldn’t do something like that again.”

“Okay, fair enough, but still. Just because I could hypothetically treat it like a date, doesn’t mean he is. It’s bloody embarrassing if it’s one-sided.”

“Y/N!” Lockwood called from downstairs, “are you almost done? I’m pretty sure our taxi is gonna be here in a few minutes!”

“Yeah, just a second!” you responded, as you took one final glance at yourself in the mirror. “Do I pass as a posh person who genuinely has business being at the Fittes gala?” you questioned. “Definitely. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were rich and probably a part of Penelope Fittes’s inner circle without a doubt,” Lucy reassured you. “Okay, great. Well, wish me luck, then,” Lucy gave you a quick hug and you then walked downstairs.

Lockwood was waiting for you by the front door and he looked star-struck when you descended the stairs. “Wow, Y/N— you look—”

“Stunning? Gorgeous? Charming?” you joked and Lockwood laughed softly. “Dazzling, honestly,” he finished his sentence, making you feel warm and fuzzy inside. “Why, thank you. You look very pretty yourself,” you replied with a smile. “I really wish I could kiss you right now,” Lockwood whispered. Your stomach flipped upside down and you did a double take. “Did you just say what I think you said?” you questioned with your eyes wide open, “because if you did, I really wish the same.”

Lockwood wasted no more time and he grabbed your face between his hands, pulling you close. He placed his lips onto yours into a soft kiss which made your insides completely melt. You pulled apart far too quickly for your liking and you both broke out into a huge grin. “Hey, that’s half your worries gone! Now all you have to do is steal the book, it’s gonna be a breeze!” Lucy yelled from halfway up the stairs. “Okay, Luce, that is enough stalker behaviour for today. We’re leaving,” Lockwood deadpanned, as he entwined his fingers with yours and dashed out the door. “Good luck, lovebirds!” you heard Lucy laugh before pulling the front door shut.

[morganski-19]

The One with the Trifle Pt 2

part 1 here

A little while later, Robin and Eddie return, bringing the trifle with them. Argyle, thoroughly stoned, walks over to it, leaning down to stare at it eye level.

“Looks great, dude. What is it?”

“English trifle. I found this old cookbook in a thrift shop and thought it looked good. And there was no oven involved, so nothing is burnt this year,” Robin points the last question at Steve, glaring at him.

Steve presses his lips together, trying not to say anything bad. “Yep, nothing looks burnt.”

“Just wait until you taste it,” she excitedly goes on. “I tried everything separately and it was so good, so I’m excited to see what it tastes like all together.”

“What’re the layers?” Argyle asks, still staring at the dessert.

“Lady fingers, then jam, custard, that I made from scratch, raspberries, more ladyfingers, then beef sauteed with peas and onions. More custard, a layer of bananas, and then some whipped cream. Weird right?”

Nancy chokes on her drink. “Weird. What’s weird about it?”

“The beef. Everything else is so sweet it just seems out of place. But then I was like, there’s a mince meat pie. And pies are sweet, so this is just normal for them I guess.”

Eddie claps his hands, getting everyone attention. Totally not nervous about all of this. “Yeah, so normal. Is the rest of the food ready? I am starved.”

They all sit down at the table and have their dinner. The rest of the food is very good, no complaints there. They play cards and talk in between dinner and dessert, after everyone helps clean up of course. Eddie might convince Argyle to give him a joint, just to prepare a little bit. Also, he hates Thanksgiving, so it helps.

“Remind me again why you hate Thanksgiving,” Nancy asks after crushing them all in a round of poker.

“My dad liked to think that you couldn’t get arrested on holidays, which isn’t true. When I was nine, he stole a car, immediately got caught, then got arrested. Happened again when I was twelve. And then I think again when I was fifteen, but I was living with Wayne at that point. Every year, people get together to be thankful, while I get reminded of my dick of a father. Who is probably in jail again for doing something stupid.”

Jonathan winces. “That sucks, man.”

Eddie shuffles the cards. “Yeah. But my uncle’s great though. More of a father to me than my own father was. Would have invited him if he didn’t already have plans.”

They play a few more rounds, Eddie able to sneak in win when Nancy gets dealt a bad hand. Jonathan even wins once, even though he’s a bit confused at what game they’re really playing.

Then it’s time, and Robin starts to plate the trifle. Taking a big spoonful of all the layers and handing them to everyone. Finally sitting down with her own piece, with a huge smile. Steve takes a deep breath in preparation. Nancy gives Steve one last dead glare. One that says both “this is your fault” and “if you mess this up, I will kill you”.

Jonathan pokes around the plate with his fork, inspecting it. Argyle looks actually excited to eat this and Eddie is just twirling the fork around in his hand waiting for someone else to eat it first.

“Steve, I want you to take the first bite,” Robin says, ever so sweetly. With just a touch of malice in her voice. “Since you always doubt my cooking so much.”

Steve nods, pained. “Right. Yeah, of course.” He takes a forkful of the trifle, skirting around the beef.

“You missed a whole layer there. I want to make sure you eat all of it.” Robin smirks at him. Steve can’t tell if it’s because she’s hiding something or because she’s made about his earlier comments. Mind too filled with the anxiety over eating this.

Steve stares at the dessert before his eyes, taking a deep breath before giving Robin a pained smile. Then eating the trifle, trying his hardest not to gag. “It’s great, Rob,” he says, trying to swallow. “So good.”

“Alright, now the rest of you.”

Nancy takes a breath before just shoving a forkful in her mouth. Looking like she barely chews before swallowing it. Jonathan eats it like anything else, looking partially confused, but taking a moment to register what all the flavors are. Argyle just keeps eating it.

Eddie doesn’t eat it at all.

“Steve’s right, probably the best thing you’ve made,” Nancy acts better than Steve did. “You should send me the recipe.”

“Yeah, dude,” Argyle says, plate now half empty. “This is really good.”

Robin bursts out laughing, causing the rest of the table to look at her. “I can’t believe you actually ate it. Oh my God.”

“What?” Steve says, half choking on the water he was drinking.

“I didn’t actually think that beef belonged in the trifle. Do you all really think I’m that dumb?”

Jonathan looks up from his plate, eyes squinted. “What’s going on?”

Argyle leans over. “Not sure but Robin’s laughing a lot.”

Robin stands up, taking her plate and throwing her piece in the trash. “Hold on a second.”

Eddie stands after she leaves, taking his own plate and throwing out his untouched piece of the trifle. “I need you all to know, that I had no idea about this before today. And if it weren’t for Nancy making fun of the way I slice green beans-.”

“Because no one slices green beans that way,” Nancy exclaims.

“I do,” Eddie says dramatically. “Wayne has done it for me that way since I was a kid and wasn’t the biggest fan of green beans. If you want them cut a certain way, you should tell people.”

Nancy pauses. “That is a good point. I’m sorry for getting mad at you.”

“Thank you.” Eddie sees Jonathan and Argyle still eating the not real trifle. “Oh guys, you don’t have to eat that. It was a prank.”

“What?” Jonathan asks, still not sure what’s going on.

Argyle leans over again. “This was a prank, we don’t have to eat this anymore.”

“But it’s dessert.”

“Yeah, but not the real dessert.”

Jonathan is not putting the pieces together. “Where’s the real dessert then?”

“Don’t know, man. It isn’t here yet.”

Nancy stands, taking the two plates in front of them. “I’m just going to move these.”

“Jesus, dude, how much did you smoke?” Steve asks, finally throwing his food away.

Robin comes back into the apartment with another trifle in her hands, this one beef free. She places it in the center of the table, smiling maniacally. “This is the real trifle.”

The real trifle looks exactly like a picture of one would. Layers of lady fingers, jam, custard, and fruit. All perfectly even, with not a speck of beef in sight.

“That,” Nancy starts, still in shock, “looks really good.”

“I know, right.” Robin sits back down in her seat. “And it really wasn’t that hard either. The only thing that I had to make myself was the custard, which was actually pretty easy.”

“I knew that’s not how cookbooks worked,” Steve says annoyed, glaring at Eddie.

Eddie shrugs, “It was part of the bit.”

Argyle stares at the new trifle. “I think you’re missing a layer there, dude.”

“No, she added an extra layer before,” Eddie explains. “This one is the correct one.”

“If you say so.” Argyle leans back into the chair, still skeptical.

The real trifle is dished out and eaten pretty fast. Everyone apologizing to Robin for doubting her. She sits with a smug look on her face for the rest of the night.

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[scarrabear]

QUOGAN HEADCANONS PART 2

hi again!!! I'm back with part 2. I honestly expected to finish my thoughts but yeah I talk a lot and just have so many thoughts soooo I'm still not done!

College Years

Logan and Michael helped Quinn and her family set up her dorm room (she has her own room but has communal bathrooms)

Logan buys his first condo to live in for college years with the plan of using it as an investment property in the future. (This could be the apartment we see Quinn at in Zoey 102??)

Logan gifted Quinn a gold necklace of his name and Quinn got him a (vegan) leather bracelet with her name on it before move in day!

Logan was very intimidated at first and didn't think he was smart enough for UCLA but Quinn and his group of friends helped encourage him.

Quinn was nervous about making friends and was one of very few girls in her class at Caltech. Logan and the gang (especially Zoey and Lola) helped boost her confidence and help block out any sexism she would endure as a women in STEM.

Their first semester there was some uncertainty on both ends on if their relationship would last, plus people kept telling them "oh high school relationships fail just dump them". Scheduling time to speak to one another on the phone and in person meet ups was hard at first but the two realized how worth it their love was.

Quinn realized a month into her first semester that no guy compared to Logan in terms of attentiveness. Logan realized how truly lucky he was to have Quinn after only spending a few weeks in school listening to his classmates *try* to sound smart.

After the first year, Quinn got a summer internship at a TekMate (currently in a crisis competing with the iPhone) and this began her working her way up the company. Logan worked as a producer's assistant for one of his father's films aka this being one of the most humbling experiences for him.

^^ that summer, Quinn lived with Logan in his condo that first summer and yeah the two had lots of sex but also learned what being in an adult relationship consists of (budgeting, grocery shopping, chores, etc.) Quinn was also saving up to rent her own place.

During Logan's 3rd year at UCLA in my mind is where he meets Jared (a new character in Zoey 102 and one of his groomsmen), the son of fellow rich/successful movie producers and Malcolm asks him to help adjust to UCLA. The two become close immediately and Logan introduces him to Quinn like a week after knowing each other.

Jared and Quinn are both gleeks. Quinn only started watching because of the character Quinn Fabray and they get Logan on board too. Quinn dresses up as a cheerio one halloween and Jared and Logan are Warblers.

In 102, Jared is confirmed gay and has a longtime partner. Back in 2010-ish, Jared was probably scared shitless to come out to Logan but wanted to because he started seeing someone, presumably his partner. Logan was the one to ask Jared "so are you and (insert name)..." to which jared opens his eyes and Logan interrupts trying to calm him down saying "its totally cool if you are! Quinn is from Seattle you know so she's cool with it too!" this causes Jared to tear up and the two share a bro hug.

Logan and Quinn start becoming more and more comfortable in his own masculinity/femininity respectively and their sexualities.

Every summer up until graduation Quinn worked at TekMate, eventually being offered a position as an invention consultant at age 23. Logan threw her a huge party.

Logan dealt with accusations all through college that he only got in because his father bribed the school...he ended up graduating with a solid B+ average.

Quinn graduated top of her class wow who's shocked not me

Post College Years/Before Engagement

Logan continues to buy up real estate as investment properties but mainly lives in one "starter" home in The Hollywood Hills. Quinn lives in Logan's first condo (rent free) and the two have sleepovers quite literally every night. Their friends and family keep harassing them about why they don't just move in together but the two are adamant about it not feeling "the right time" yet, ie: Quinn establishing herself and wants to be financially steady and Logan respecting her space but also building up his producing credentials.

Logan proposed for the first time not long after they graduated to which Quinn said she wasn't ready yet. This prompted them to have the discussion about living separately for a while. Not only did this make their relationships stronger, but helped them grow as individuals. (Logan kept the engagement ring)

Like in the movie, Logan was openly stating he wanted to marry Quinn but respected her needs. She probably wanted to establish her own name in the tech world before being known as JUST "Logan Reese's wife". Quinn always reassured him though she would eventually say yes and would let him know when she was ready.

They buy their first home together after 10 years of dating (age 27). Around this time as well, the CEO of TekMate announces they are stepping down from the position and they suggest Quinn be one of a select few to begin the training process to take over. Quinn is eventually chosen as the new CEO a year later at age 28, the youngest and first female in the company's history.

Shortly after Quinn becomes CEO, Camille (new character from Zoey 102 and one of her bridesmaids) is hired as head of marketing for TekMate. the two become fast friends and Quinn immediately introduces her to Logan who is just ecstatic. Camille also gets along great with Lola, Michael, Stacey, Mark, and Jared.

Logan entrusts Camille to text or call him whenever Quinn is stressed at work.

The idea of of developing the unbreakable see-through phone comes when at a party, Logan randomly wonders what would happen if he ran over his old iPhone with his new car (one of his new cars I should say).

on their anniversary every year, they take a trip to a different area of the world.

Logan and Quinn go all out for decorating their house for Halloween, Christmas, Hanukkah, and Valentines Day.

Lyric was the one who asked the couple the most on when they would get married.

When the unbreakable see through phone was getting closer and closer to launch, Forbes magazine cover, etc. is when Quinn felt she was truly established as "Quinn Pensky, the inventor" and when she told Logan she was ready to get married, he cried. He also told her he still wanted to propose to her to which she anxiously anticipated it.

Yeah Part 3 coming soon!!! Thanks again for reading you lovelies <3

[phychohex]

I Met a Vampire Down in Santa Carla. Chapter Five

(A/N. I just want to say sorry for taking so long for this chapter. I had writer's block for a long time and was busy with life. I will try to put the next chapter out in a day or so.)

I rummage through the box that I brought with me to work. I have to restock the snacks and drinks, which has become quite popular. "what are you doing?" I glance over to see Tyler leaning against my doorway. Things with him haven't been great. From the moment I walked through that door he has treated me as a lesser being. He had an ego to him one that I loved crushing. It'd be one thing if he was just confident in his work, was proud of something, and showed me that's normal. If I show him, he nitpicks it, boasting how he could've done much better. It pissed me off to no end. 

"Restocking" I mutter trying not to give him the time of day he craved.

"You're wasting your money" He scuffs I roll my eyes.

"No, I use my tip money" There is a silence I grab the now empty box and brush past him.

"You get tips" his surprise made it clear he didn't I nodded with a big grin on my face. "Wow," His voice was quiet as if pondering the idea. "How do you get that"

"By doing a good job" I shrug "It isn't that big of a deal they usually just round up the total. Like if the tattoo ends up being seventy-five they give a hundred. It helps pay for the snacks and other things I need at home. It's fun money."

"Damn, you know when you started I didn't like the idea of working with you," He admits.

"Yeah, you made that very clear" I turn to him.

"Sorry," he scratches the back of his neck, "You think we could start over? I've grown to respect you and your work. I've met plenty of by-the-hour artists who tattoo for like twenty minutes and then use the rest of the hour for a break charging people an arm and a leg. You don't do that I barely see you take any breaks you have an outstanding work ethic. Hell you are making more than I am" 

"Really?" That was a shock. "How do I get paid less than you" I was only doing twenty-five an hour he was thirty. He had been tattooing longer than I have. 

"Tips, and you take more customers even the ones who have a short budget and can't pay hourly" That was true he never took in people who could only pay like twenty bucks but just wanted something extremely simple that took like thirty minutes. I also get more booked customers. "Hell, you've brought in more customers. The day shift gets people asking for you it's insane." He laughs obviously jealous. "I just, I've been an ass and I'm sorry" 

"You're forgiven"

"Fresh start" I nod smiling.

"Fresh start." We head back inside getting ready to close shop for the day. 

"So what plans do you have?" He asks 

"After work, I'm meeting up with a friend" 

"No, like in the future do you plan on working here forever or"

"Oh yeah um. I don't know yet I would like to open my own shop one day but there are so many here. There are three right on the boardwalk. I guess I would run mine differently but that isn't going to happen anytime soon." 

"Why, you'd make good money I bet if you saved you could do it" He was right.

"Yeah but I kinda want to go to a community college and get a business degree so I'm better prepared ya know" I start getting my stuff together. I am meeting up with David again. We have been doing that a lot lately. It's been only a few days yet we have been either staying up texting or we've been hanging out. We usually just hang out at the bookstore where we first meet. Tonight was going to be a bit different. He wanted me to meet his 'brothers'. I would be lying if I said I wasn't a bit nervous. I never enjoyed meeting new people, especially a group of guys. It isn't safe to do I don't know these guys. I trust David though he hasn't given me much reason not to. 

I head to our meet-up spot going through our texts as I wait. We usually talk about random shit like a movie that we want to see that's coming out or events that are going on at the boardwalk. In person is different though, we always seem to talk about deeper stuff. Stuff that I don't usually open up about honestly. He knows so much and always find myself confused. Why do I tell him any of it? He knows about my son, who I had miscarried at six months due to the abuse. He knows that I have trauma which I never go deep into. Whenever I say something that brings me back he seems to know and changes the topic. We were at the bookstore one night and I was looking for a specific book that had just come out. It was a horror novel. I did find it and had been talking about it for days. 

"Well, what's it called?" He was able to look at the higher shelves.

"The dying flower" I look down the aisle in search "The lady at the front said they got it yesterday but wasn't sure where they put it" My eyes dart to the words of the title. "Got it!" I grab it to read the back and fliping to the first page. It had a trigger page and was loosely based on a true story. As I go down the list I realize this book sounded great but was too real. I close it and put it back a bit shaken by the triggers. 

"Thought you wanted it" He picks it up flipping to the page I just read. "Holy shit" He was taken aback by what he was reading. "Why did you want this anyway?"

"It sounded good, I didn't realize it was that bad though." He looks at me our eyes meeting. I look down trying not to go to that place.

"Well we aren't going empty-handed" He puts the book back and goes down the craft aisle. I follow curious. He looks through the adult coloring books finding a pinup coloring book. We ended up sitting down and coloring for hours. 

I look at the time it is close to our agreed time to meet and as if on cue I hear the engines of motorbikes coming my way. David parks close to my car getting off his bike, flashing a bright smile. "Didn't keep you waiting did I?" He asks. I shake my head standing up straight having just been leaning on my car. 

"Nice car" One of the other blondes comes over. He walks around the car taking a good look at it before coming over to me and doing the same. I felt self-conscious suddenly being checked out was a bit shocking. I instantly knew this was Paul. He smirks at me. "Driven by a very sexy driver at that" I look over at David nervously. He was watching very closely. 

"Ignore him" The shorter blonde comes over moving Paul out of the way and holding out his hand. "I'm Marko that's Paul he is a whore so just ignore him" He smiles. I chuckle shaking his hand. That leaves Dwayne who comes over to check out the car. 

" Rory it's nice to finally meet you guys. David has told me a lot about you" I smile. 

"Same he won't fucking shut up" Paul is shot a glare that could cut through stone. "Can't say I blame him though" He smirks giving me another once over this guy was a hoe. Dwayne, Marko, and David start laughing as Paul rolls his eyes. It was as if they heard my little note to self. I was confused but didn't focus on it. David wraps an arm around my shoulders as we walk the boardwalk's fair area. When me and David came it was just for the Farris wheel and nothing else. We walked around looking at all that it had to offer which was a lot. We get some tickets enough for a few rides and start looking around. 

We eventually made it to a fun house. I feel someone grab my arm dragging me. It was Marko jumping around like a kid who just ate a whole birthday cake. He leads the way as we go through the mirror maze first. I hold my hands out so I don't run into the walls. I was the leader for some reason. I decide to follow this dad and his toddler. I turn to see David right behind me and the boys following. As we head forward the kid runs full speed into one of the mirrors. I turn fully trying not to laugh. That ends up not being possible as Marko loses his shit.  

We ended up making it through the maze after watching the kid run into more walls. It was to the point that I started getting genuinely worried. We had to go through trick floors and stairs which proved to be harder than it looked. After we made it through the fun house we all followed Marko's lead to a bigger ride. It was a pirate ship that swung back and forth at a fast pace. I watch as people scream. I shake my head, "Sorry no" 

"Oh come on it's not that bad" Paul smirks "Don't be chicken you'll be fine" 

I follow their lead as the ride stops and people get on. Before I realize it I'm on the ride waiting for everyone to sit down. I end up in the middle between David and Marko. The ride starts very slow to build up the height. I grip the bar tight, so tight that my knuckles go white. "You okay" Marko laughs. I nod lying this was not okay. The ride picks up pace going higher and higher. We went to the highest being at the end of the boat. I close my eyes tight screaming. I lean into David grabbing onto him for dear life. All I could hear was the other riders screaming but the boys were laughing their asses off. I feel David wrap his arm around me as if he was guarding me from the fear. I could feel my heart race as it went up and down. As the ride died down and we got off I felt the excitement and adrenaline course threw my veins. I was ready to chase my next high looking around for the next thrill-seeking ride. My eyes are drawn to the Himalayans. I point and pat Marko who seemed to be into this the most. "Can we do this one next?" I smile he smiles back and we run to the short line. 

As the night kept on we went on more rides. Marko and I ran around like kids in the candy store. Hell, I felt like a kid again. I haven't felt this type of excitement and joy in years. I forgot what this felt like and I couldn't help but be grateful for David convincing me to come along. We went on the Tilt-A-Whirl, Round-Up, The Zipper, Starship, and the Bumper Cars. Before I knew it hours had gone by and we were leaving. As we are walking I hear one of the carnies yell at us. "Come on try and win a prize before we close" He yells to us. I glance over and see a huge pink bunny. The guys didn't seem to notice me as I was drawn in to play. I paid not asking how many points I needed for my goal. The game was shoot the cans the more cans you knock over the more you win. It was five bucks for ten bb's. I try aiming having not shot a real gun before. 

"what are you doin'?" I hear a deeper voice from behind me. I look to see Dwayne watching and the boys coming over to watch. I motion for him to lean down which he does seemingly amused. 

"I want the pink bunny but I can't let him know" he nods chuckling. He motions David over and whispers in his ear. A smirk makes its way across his face and he comes over.

"Let me see that," I hand him the gun and as if he had been a gunslinger he shoots ten cans with ease. My eyes widened in awe I could tell the carnie was shocked as well. "So what do I get?"

"Any of the prizes" The poor guy seemed a little shaken up. I point to the Bunny which I had my eyes on. He grabs it handing it to me. We make our way back to the bike and car. 

"How did you do that," I boast. "That was insane I thought those things were rigged" 

"Most are." He shrugs walking me to my car "Did you have fun?" 

"yeah, I did. Thank you." 

"For?"

"Showing me I'm not a total buzzkill. That I can still have fun" I hold the bunny close. "I haven't had this much fun in years."

"Well, I can tell you, I don't think you're a buzzkill." He reassures. "What are you doing tomorrow?"

"I have a DND session with my friends at the shack." I shrug "But we can hang out on Thursday." I offer.

"The Shack" 

"Yeah, it's this little cabin out in the middle of nowhere. It's like a clubhouse that we've been going to since we were kids." I turn to him "Thank you again I mean it." I hug him it takes him a minute to register. I wave to them as they drive off before going home myself. As I walk through the door I couldn't hide the huge smile on my face. 

"What are you so cheery about?" Mom walks over smiling.

"Nothing I just had fun tonight, and made some new friends," I admit

"New friends?" 

"Yeah I met this guy and we've been talking," I admit putting the bunny down on the table as I grab a drink from the fridge. 

"Is that where the bunny came from?" She smiles I turn opening the ice-cold water bottle. 

"Yeah, we went to the fairgrounds at the boardwalk." I take a long sip. "Thank you. I haven't had the chance to tell you that. I know it was a lot to let me come back, especially with what I said before I left. I'm sorry I did I should've taken you with me. I didn't realize how bad things had gotten" She shakes her head coming over and pulls me into a warm embrace.

"Hush that nonsense. You did what you had to do I don't blame you. I just want you to be happy." she admits. I hear the heavy footsteps going down the stairs. I take it as my cue to get the fuck out. It was too late though. 

"Oh good you're home, we need to talk." I nod sitting down at the table and waiting for him to get on with whatever he needs. "I don't like you being out all night," 

"Why?" 

"Well, you have moved back into my home, which means you are a part of the family again and you need to act like it." He starts "I also need more from you, money wise." 

"Okay, well how much do you need" I shrug. 

"It would be for this month only, about three thousand," My eyes widen.

"O-okay but why?" 

"Well the company I work for is under repairs this month and we won't be able to go back for a month with that being said no one will be paid." He looks down in shame. Mom comes over shocked. 

"Why didn't you say anything?" 

"Because I thought I could take care of things but I can't" he snaps. I was shocked, and I hate to say a bit happy. I had the money saved up. I have a lot of money saved up. I get out my wallet and write him a check. His eyes widen in shock. "Just like that?" He scuffs. 

"Yeah I have some saved up it's no big deal," I grab the bunny off the table. "And as for the whole act like I'm in this family, I'm pretty busy but if you want a certain day for a family dinner then I can work with that but I'm exhausted and just want some sleep," I admit before leaving. He follows.

"Just like that?" 

"Like what?" I call down. 

"Were you telling the truth?" I give him a puzzled look. "You really do make twenty-five an hour?" I nod. "Well, I'm sorry I didn't believe you," I was shocked not once had he apologized. "If you don't mind paying more though." 

"I do." I knew I was trending the boundaries. "But I can buy my own groceries to make up for it." He nods.

"Okay fair," He turns walking away "Thank you for the money," I look in awe Mom looking at me just as shocked.

"Night" I mutter she waves back at me. I go to my room still in shock. Did I finally get a win?

[yellowwithalisp]

Hidden Immunity Chapter 4

You are a simple S.T.A.R.S member just trying to live your life. But your past keeps finding ways to make you scream in the dark….

(Sorry for this chapter taking a bit longer again! Wekser x reader requests are still open!!) ( WARNING!!! this chapter does contain lime that goes into a lemon, do not read if you are not over 18. This is your warning - Yellow 💛🌻) (Final count- 6,072 words.)

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Wesker came out of his office a few times before he left for his meeting with the chief. It was still early so people wouldn't start coming in till after Wesker got back from the meeting. I made my way over to the item storage to grab a few files. I walked back over to my desk. I sat down as I heard the office door open and Barry walking in.

"Good morning Barry."

I said as I glanced over to him as I held some files in my hands, Barry grumbled as he rubbed the back of his neck tiredly. He lifted up his head and waved at me. He held a wet umbrella in one hand and started to take off his coat with the other. Barry shifts normally didn't start till later on, he was one of the last one to clock in for work. It was a bit odd but maybe he just picked up some extra hours.

"Morning (Y/n)."

He said through another yawn, setting the umbrella down on his desk and laying his coat over his chair. "Early morning?"

"Yeah, it's one of my kid's birthdays today. So I wanted to get off early to help finish things up for her party."

I smiled and nod my head at him. "Is there anything I could do to help?" He shook his head no. "My wife has it mostly done already. Your welcome to come over if you want?"

I smiled and nod. "Sure! You guys live by that old book store right?" He nods. "Yeah, but if I may request something." I raised and eyebrow as I watched him walk over to me. "Sure, what is it?" "Please, use your car for ones."

I let out nervous laugh as I close my eyes and looked up at him. "What are you talking about I- totally used my card to get here today!"

Barry gave me an amused look. "You do know that I arrive at the same time you and Captain did right? I saw you guys pulled in and walked in together. I was still in my car because I'd spit my coffee in my chair and was cleaning it up." I stared up at him blanking a few times.

"Were you the- only one who saw us walking together?" He humped, having a light smile on his face "Well, I saw you, Mr Larson saw you, and I'm pretty sure a few of the more early birds saw you too but besides that. No one else in S.T.A.R.S saw you two."

I let a sigh as I gently lowered my head and rest my forehead against a desk look. "I didn't even ask him to drive me there today! I left early to walk to go get the donuts and coffee and as I was at the restaurant I saw his car pull up! I don't even know how he found me?" "Maybe it's because it's the same donut shop we all go to to get the donuts and coffee. And maybe it also had something to do with the fact that practically everyone here knew that you were not going to drive for some reason today." My eyes shifted over to look up at him. "Look, it's not my fault I don't like driving in the rain! I'm much more comfortable and used to driving in the snow. I'm not exactly from a spot where we get lots of rain!" "Well, a poor decision to move to Raccoon City, because it never stops raining here!" Barry had a soft smile on his face As I slowly sat back up. "Well, I can't exactly say that. Before my wife and I married. I tried convincing her to move somewhere warmer. But she was born and raised here. And that's where she wants to spend her days." I smiled up at him as he smiled talking about his wife.

"By the way, how is driving in the snow easier than the rain?" "Well, surprisingly once you've been put in Minnesota for a couple of years. You get used to driving in it." He seemed to shiver at the mention of the states. "I have family up there I know how bad the roads can get. Doesn't help when people up their drive like there's no ice or snow on the ground." I smirked slightly up at him. "Not a big fan of snow?"

"Rain, I can tolerate. Constantly shoveling out my driveway. Then going home from work to come back with it completely filled again? Not so much. At least I can pay the girls to shovel it out." I as I was slightly happy to live in an apartment building where I didn't have to do that. "Speaking of the girls. What should I get them?" "Well, the birthday girl loves horror novels for some reason. If you can find one for kids that'd be great." I nod in my head as I turn to boot up my computer. "It's a good thing you live next to an old bookstore. What about the other one?"

"Get her any kind of new music and she will love you." I smiled as the computer turned on and I grabbed a folder to get ready for the workday to begin. "Books and music, shouldn't be too hard."

Berry chuckled as he puts his hands into his pockets as he looked at me. "By the way. I should tell you that everyone here bet on who would pick you up today." I turned to my chair and looked up at him before rolling my eyes. "What is it with everyone here and making bets?" He shrugged. "Not too sure, it was mainly the younger ones that did. I just sat back and watched." I pushed my chair back to face my computer and sighed. "Who won?" "Jill and Rebecca." I turned my chair back again to look at him. "Jill and Rebecca?" "Yeah, Rebecca convinced her to bet on the captain." Of course, it was Rebecca, why was I not surprised? As Barry and I continue to talk Joseph walked in waving his hand before shaking his head like a puppy to get the water off his head. He pushed back the wet red bandana over his head and smiled at us. "Hey! You two were here early!" "It was my turn to get the food so I had to get here early." He blanked before looking over at Barry quickly.

"Who did it."

"Captain."

"Agh!!"

He let out an annoyed sound as he threw his hands in the air. "That's the last time I agree with Redfieldon bets!"

Barry smiled as I just looked confused over at Joseph. "Who did Chris say would get me?"

"We bet on Jill."

"Jills off today."

Barry said blankly as Joseph looked annoyed. "Wha-she is?!"

"Why do you think she and the people who actually read the schedule laughed when you two agreed on her?"

"Really?!"

"Even Richard didn;t have the heart to tell you two."

I couldn't help but laugh two of them talked. Joseph pinched the bridge between his eyes as he slowly stumbled back to his desk and sat down in his chair. "Stupid Chris not reading the schedule.." "You didn't read the schedule either!" I said as Barry and I both smiled. "Maybe next time do that before making bets on who's going to be here the next day!" Barry tagged in with a chuckle. "Yeah, yeah! You two don't need to rub it in anymore!!"

Our Smiles only grew wider. "Oh- just wait till Forest gets here! He's neeevveerr going to let you hear the end of this!" "Agh!! I don't want to think about what the "perfectionist" is going to say!"

Kenneth and Rebecca both entered the room at the same time. They were talking about medical stuff as Joseph turned his head to see who entered the room. Kenneth smiled at us as Joseph leaned back into his chair more. Pushing his bandana over his eyes and placing his arms behind his head. A grumpy look on his face. Kenneth glanced over and chuckled as Rebecca walked over and sat down by me. Barry walked away and stated to talk to Kenneth as Rebecca smiled at me.

"Sooo?"

"So?"

I asked as I looked over at her. Joseph let out an annoyed sound as Rebecca turned her head to glance at him before smiling victoriously.

"That's why you should have read the schedule Joseph!~"

She sang as Joseph lifted up the red bandana slightly to glare at her before moving it back to cover his eyes.

She's stuck out her tongue at him before turning back in her chair to look over at me. I let out a smile and laugh. "What is it with you guys and just constantly making bets around here?"

"It's fun seeing the boys make stupid bets."

She said in a slightly sarcastic tone as I close my eyes and smiled. "But you guys never do it when I'm here! I can't just keep hearing stories when the boys make stupid decisions! It's more fun seeing them make the stupid decisions!"

"We can hear you!"

Joseph shot from his desk as Rebecca and I let out a laugh. Enrico walked in and immediately scolded Joseph for yelling complaining that half the building could hear him or at least anyone in the hallway passing by. Joseph immediately stops slouching and pushes the bandana back up quickly sitting back up in his chair. The others members of S.T.A.R.S were starting to arrive in the office slowly. Rebecca and I smiled at each other before we both started to get to work. The captain was supposed to give us a debriefing on an upcoming mission later on today and we both wanted to get some work done before that happened. o I started to get to work on some old logs I still needed to get done and turn in as Enrico walked up to my desk from his worn and let out a soft cough. I looked up at him and tilt in my head to be confused as he had a folder in his hand and handed it to me. "I heard you're an expert in sloppy handwriting translations?"

I let out a soft laugh as I took the folder and open it up. "I'm assuming this is meant to be Edward's reports from your guys's last mission?" "That's what it's supposed to be." I nodded and close the folder, setting it on my desk. "Let me finish a few of my reports and I can see how much of it I can translate. He nodded. "Appreciate it." I smiled, Rebecca paused at her writing as she reached over and grabbed the folder, opening it. "I wonder who has the worst handwriting? Chris, Edward, or Brad?"

The three of us were silent for a moment before a simultaneously- five out of the six people in the room at the same time said, Chris. Kenneth just let out a hum and keep to himself and the medical files.

"I don't know how you do it. English is your second language, you think it'd be harder to translate this stuff?" Rebecca said as she closed the folder and placed it back on my desk as Enrico walked away back to his own desk and sat back down. "It was at first. But I've just grown used to it. Somehow?"

It went silent for a bit as we got back to work I heard Kenneth asking Barry about his kid's birthday. I smiled as he both talked about their kids proudly.. It must be nice, having parents to celebrate your birthday with. Not like mine were around anymore. The only family I have left is my uncle.

I haven't seen him in a long time. Not like it's a good thing to see him. It normally meant that something bad was about to happen. People can tell we're related by our hair color. But people tend to stay away from big tall angry Russian. The last time I saw him was on the night of-

"(L/N)."

I blinked as I was scared out of it with Wesker standing in front of me. I looked around to see others started to clock in. Wesley stood in front of my desk with a folder in hand.

"Um, isn't that. . . Chris's?"

"I needed this retyped asap."

He said as he placed the folder down beside me before walking off. I looked confused as I picked up the folder and opened it. What was with me and translating bad handwrit-

Holy crap.

How did Chris's handwriting somehow get even worse than before? And I thought the last few reports were bad. This is- this is just chicken scratches!? It's no wonder why Wekser handed it off to me. He normally hates it when I do other reports and stuff. But in this situation, I guess you have to understand what you're reading. It would make sense to just read Jill's copy for the reports but he probably needs both copies for some reason. Eventually, All of the S.T.A.R.S members arrived and started to work. I started to get to work on translating Chris's latest reports. A bit later Brad walked up to grab some coffee and donuts when he stopped and stared at it like it grew arms. Chris's desk was nearby as he looked up from his own work and raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong Brad? You look like you just seen a ghost."

"Did did anyone take Captain's donut?"

"What? No. Why?"

"Because it's not there."

Chris blanked, his face looking more confused as he slowly stood up.

"What do you mean it's not there!?"

"I mean it's not there! It's not in the box!"

"What do you mean it's not in the box?! Of course it's in the box!"

"No!! Seriously! Look it's not here!"

A few of the other members perked their heads up at the conversation. Rebecca's eyes widen as she nudged me with her elbow. I flinched slightly at her nudging me and looked over at her confused before she pointed to the box of donuts. I turned my head to look over to see Chris and Brad looking confused at the box before they argued back and forth.

"Dude this isn't funny-"

"-what do you mean this isn't funny?! you think I did this!"

"How else will the donut not be there?!"

"I don't know what do you think- I magically planned to throw away the donut secretly to win the bet!"

"Well, it's not there!"

I got up from my desk and walked over to the two arguing with my hands in my pockets. "What's going on?" I asked as I looked over at the box before stopping in my tracks. Blinked a few times. Rubs my eyes. And blinked again.

". . . . The captain's donuts gone."

"The one you got him is gone!"

"We all put his donut in the same spot and it's gone!"

I said as Chris and Brad quickly looked over at me.

"No fucking way. . ."

Brad mumbled before Chris facepalm and let out a cry.

"Ahhh!! Man! I never gonna win any of these bets am I?!"

Some of the others just focused on their work as people slowly walked over to put their money in the jar as Rebecca walked around with it before placing it on my desk. I smiled nervously before holding my hands out.

"H-hold on now, we don't know if he was the one who took it."

Brad raised an eyebrow as he put his hands on his hips.

"What? We just look through his trash to find out?"

I gave him a side-eye. "You think he would let any of us do that?" He shrugged before he walked back to his desk. Chris turned to face me and pat my shoulder. "Well, if it does turn out to be true- congrats!"

I looked up at him before closing my eyes and smiling. "Too soon to celebrate Chris." I mumbled as he just pat my shoulder again. "Hey! You could have won! Think about it! Bragging rights!"

"Bragging right about having the captain eat the donut I got for him…?"

He smiled sheepishly as he nod. "Yeah- something like that!" I rolled my eyes and smiled. "Go back to work, Redfield. Actually wait- no- Go back to working on penmanship and making it readable." He looks slightly offended "Hey! My penmanship is readable!" "Yeah, for a chicken."

"Oh come on! Don't talk about Brad's handwriting like that."

""Hey!!" Brad shouted annoyed crossed the room before Enrico shhed him. Chris and I looked over at Brad. "Don't suppose you would be volunteering to look to see if the captain ate the donut?" "I don't have a death wish-wait!! Maybe you can do it! He won't kill you!" "And why would he not kill me?"

Bard shrugs. "Seems like you more- or. Tolerate you more than the rest of us?"

"Right, and this had nothing to do with you being the chicken of the team?"

Chris added as Brad glared over at him as he walked back to his own desk. Brad yelled at him as I made my way back to my own desk to work on finishing translating Chris's report to bring back to the captain. I was honestly surprised that he had to come out of his office he had to tell us all to be quiet. Maybe he was listening in? Who knows. I got both of the captain's paperwork translated and printed them out before I Enrico's back to him first before going over and knocking on the captain's door. I didn't hear a response right away before I heard a muffled. "Come in." Before nothing else was said. I opened the door and walked into the office before closing it behind me Wesker was hanging up a phone before he turned his head to look at me it was hard to tell exactly where he was looking with the sunglasses on. I walked over to his desk and placed the folder on it. "I had the papers redone that you requested of me, sir." The folder had both the original version and then the version I translated in it. Wesker didn't say anything as he leaned forward and grabbed the folder before opening it up and flipping the original paper over and started reading the translated one. I shifted around slightly as I waited for him to dismiss me. My eyes looked around the room before I remember what happened earlier and silently glanced down at his trash before quickly looking back up. Like I was about to be caught doing something I wasn't meant to do. There was a wrapper for the donuts and the trash. The captain actually took the donut and ate it.

I quickly looked down at my feet as my mind wandered. I actually won the bet. That was definitely something I didn't expect to happen today. I always thought someone like Jill would end up winning. At least with the money I can buy some more ammo for target practice, or other things. I thought of what other stuff I could use the money for before the snap of Wesker's fingers brought me back. I flinched as my eyes quickly looked back at him. Crap- how long was I staring at him.

"Were you listening to a word I said (L/N)."

He asked harshly, a slightly annoyed tone could be heard in his voice. I nervously looked at him. "Sorry, sir. . . I was. . . Wasn't paying attention, sir."

"I noticed."

He said coldly as he closed the folder and placed it on his desk.

"Am I to expect that you didn't hear my question as well, (L/N)."

"N-no sir. . ."

I mumbled as my eyes shifted to my feet. I heard him lean slightly forward in his chair, placing his elbows on his desk and resting his chin on his hands.

"I expect such nonsense from Redfield or Vickers (L/N). Am I clear."

"Y-yes sir."

He leaned back and folded his hands into his lap. Staring at me from behind his glasses.

"Do tell me what was so… Distracting to you, (L/N)."

"It was nothing sir- It won't happen again sir."

"Be sure that it doesn't. Or you will be punished next time. Is that understood (L/N)."

My brain immediately thought of the worst thing as I quickly close my eyes and shook my head slightly to get the…. ' Punishment ' thought out of my head. My face heating up a bit.

"Yes sir. Understood sir."

He passed for a moment watching me before he left his hands up and dismissed me. I quickly turn and left the room shutting the door behind me quickly as I felt my face growing redder as my brain decided to feel my head more of punishment ideas that I should not be thinking of at work. Or doing at all with my Captain. I slowly walked over to my desk as Rebecca looked over at me. "Are you okay? Your face is red?"

"Yeah! yeahyeah I'm fine. I'm fine. It's just hot in here."

She didn't seem convinced but she let it go. "So? Did you win?"

Oh yeah. People were going to ask about that. I didn't know exactly what to say so I slowly nod my head. "Yeah- I, surprisingly saw the wrapper in his trash with no donut in it."

Rebecca grinned as I heard other people in the room sigh. She got up and with a skip and her step, walked over the grab the jar of money and placed it back on my desk. "We have a winner, guys!~" She said proudly as she pointed to me. I shook my head and smiled as I heard some congratulate me and some just glade the dumb bet was over before looking down at my desk. I couldn't help but notice a red origami bird poking its head out from one of my desk drawers. I froze in my step, like a child knowing they were about to be caught doing something they weren't supposed to. Or a deer froze in headlights. I looked around nervously, seeing if anyone was watching me. To the normal eye, it was just an origami bird, but to me. I knew that it meant trouble. Trouble for me from my uncle. One of the few blood relatives I have left alive. But he would only contact me if I was in terrible danger. And for him to contact me out of the blue like this well, it wasn't adding up to just be a simple hello no, no. This was a courtesy call from him. He knew I walked away from both my mother and my others side of the family. Knew I wanted nothing to do with the "Family job". And he agreed to only contact if needed.

So slowly, I reached out and pulled the drawer out just enough to free the bird before moving a few of my books to my desk to hide them from view. Unfolding it slowly, it only had a few words written on it- but even so, those words sent a cold chill down my spine. As if I had just received a death threat or blackmail. This was much worse.

Не доверяй Вескеру. Which translated to, don't trust Wesker.

I stare down at the red piece of paper and confusion. I didn't talk to my uncle anything about my life now. I didn't even contact him. There was absolutely no way he knew I was working in the police force or at S.T.A.R.S. There was no way that Wesker was ba! The captain is a good person. He stood to the chief for me when he first had me for the interview. He saved my life and other S.T.A.R.S members lives on missions. He's a good leader! He's not someone to just not trust for no reason? I crumpled up the red piece of paper angrily before tossing it back into the bottom drawer of my desk and closing it shut. Thankfully Rebecca seemed too busy with her work to notice. I felt sick, I felt as if my stomach was trying to claw itself out of me. A sinking feeling filled me up like I was about to be scolded by my father. My vision started to shake, I remembered the last time I spoke to my father. It wasn't a good memory. It ended up with my uncle saving me from a burning building with no survivors but me. And me with a permanent scar on my upper arm of a bite mark. The night kept replaying in my mind constantly on a loop. As if I was reliving it over, and over, and over again. Blood. Blood, blood, blood, blood. So much blood. Screaming voices, crying voices, dead voices. The way the flame seems to engage the building, the way the flames seem to melt the flesh off of the dead bones. My mother desperately tried to pull me to safety. My dress got caught in some of the debris on the floor. I heard so much screaming. I hear so much screaming. It sounds so fresh in my mind- as if it just happened. My heart raced my heart beat in my ears. Blocking out any sounds of any of my concerned coworkers. My vision was shaky, and my breath quickened. I couldn't concentrate. I couldn't concentrate on anything else. As if the memory was consuming me entirely. It was a long before I started seeing black and I passed out. Somehow that didn't stop the memory from playing on a loop. It haunted me into my dreams.

💛🌻-

I don't know how long I was out for. I almost expected to wake up in bed, hoping the whole thing was a dream. But instead of a comfy bed, I felt as if I was lying down on a hard surface as my eyes slowly open. Everywhere around me was still blurry as I blinked a few times. Moving my hands to rub my eyes before I slowly open them again… Huh, that's odd. My bedroom looks like the captain's office.

𝚆𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝙸'𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗'𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚔-

I quickly scrambled to sit up. Apparently, there was a jacket on me keeping me warm that fell off of me and onto the floor when I did that. Oh, 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 that was the captain's jacket- I turned around and looked at the Captain's chairs expecting him to be sitting there staring at me only to find it empty his office door was open slightly. I heard voices outside of it. Sounded like the captain was talking to Rebecca and Kenneth.

"We're still not sure what triggered it, sir."

"She was just sitting next to me working and the next thing I know- she collapses."

I slowly managed to get off of the captain's desk and pick up his jacket that was on the ground. Walking over to his coat hanger and hanging it back up before listening in.

"No one saw anything that could have triggered it?"

"No sir we were all working."

I tried my best without being seen to lean in to hear more when the door suddenly was pushed open. I stumbled back and fell to the ground before Wesker's shadow loomed over me. Wesker was looking down at me as Rebecca and Kenneth looked over his shoulder.

"(Y/N) you're awake!"

Rebecca said as I slowly pushed myself up off the floor. Wesker never took his eyes off of me. "How are you feeling? what happened!?" Rebecca asked if she frantically pushed him aside and started looking me over. Kenneth stood next to Wesker who still hadn't taken his eyes off of me. "I'm okay! Really! I just took a little nap."

"A little nap- (Y/N) you passed out!? You fell out of your chair and hit the floor!"

"I'm a… Heavy sleeper?"

No one in the room believes me. Rebecca grew more worried. Kenneth raises an eyebrow….. And Wesker… Never took his eyes off of me. Not for a single moment. Rebecca puffed her cheeks out slightly before she put her hands on her hips. "I'm forcing you to stay home for a few days." "Wha- No Rebecca I'm fine! It was just a small nap!" "Collapsing onto the floor and hitting your head is not a small nap." Kenneth added as Wesker was silent. He finally said something as everyone looked over at him.

"(Y/N). You are being ordered to stay at your house for the next 3 to 4 days. Resting."

"S-sir honestly! I-I'm fine- it was just-"

"-𝐈𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭. 𝐂𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫."

It was almost as if the air in the room grew cold. His voice is cold as ice that shivers down my spine and body as I stared up at him. Almost as if he was talking to me only in his office. Using a voice that should have been used only when you were alone with him. Almost as if Kenneth and Rebecca weren't in there and his mind. But just him and me. Rebecca opened her mouth to say something but Kenneth gently grabbed her hand and let her out of the office. Closing the door behind him. Leaving me and the captain truly alone now. I stared up at him as he slowly approached me. The sound of his footsteps walking toward me filled the room as I walked back. Stopping with my back hit his desk

"I thought I ordered you. The last time we were like this. To rest. Is that not what happened."

He said coldly as my body shivered. He walked up to me placing both of his arms on his desk and pinning me to the middle. Leaning slightly closer to me. To the point where I can see his eyes through the dark reflection of his glasses. He was staring directly into mine not looking anywhere else but at me. I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out. He slowly pulled his arms off his desk and leaned back. Taking a step back and reaching over the grab his coat that I hung back up.

"Grab your things. We're leaving."

He said slowly as I quickly nod my head. Looked at the ground as I made my way out of his office and to my desk, grabbing my things. He exited his office right after me with his coat on and keys in hand as he locked his office doors. Saying nothing at all. I didn't say anything as I quickly walked up to him as he walked out of the S.T.A.R.S office, with me quickly following behind him. Everything seemed like a blur as we walked down the hallway. Towards the end of the hall where I normally would go down the steps to sign out. He strongly grabbed my hand and took me away from the steps and took me to the parking garage, not letting me go sign out. And not saying a single word at all. My face immediately grew red as he pulled me to his car forcefully. I'd never seen him like this. No one has seen him like this and I just don't know 𝚠𝚑𝚢 I'm seeing him like this. Don't get me wrong. I'm not complaining. This was definitely something but still, he walked over to my side of the car and open the door for me. I slowly got in and sat down. Buckling up as he closed the door behind me, walked over back to his side of the car, and got in closing the door. It was silent. He didn't even turn on the car radio after he turned the car on. He immediately put the car in reverse and looked back as he was pulling the car out of the parking lot.

I blanked in the next thing I knew he put the car parked by some buildings. I looked around confused before I turned my head about to ask him what was going on when I was silenced by him kissing me. My whole body jumped my mouth opened up in surprise as I felt him shoving his tongue forcefully into my mouth. I only could let out muffle sounds as he leaned in more. Kissing me deeper as he moved to place one hand on the glass window, and another lifting up my chin. Letting out a deep growl as a hungry kiss me. I didn't know what was going on I felt my eyes flutter closed as I started kissing him back. His tongue was hungry pushing against mine. fighting for dominance in my mouth. He moved his hands, but he didn't take his mouth off of mine as he started undoing the buttons on his jacket before taking it off, rolling the jacket off of his shoulders. He started to immediately unbutton his work shirt quickly as he pulled his lips off of mine for a second. A heavy strand of saliva connecting both of our lips dangled off for a moment before he quickly moved back in and kiss me again. My eyes immediately closed again as we made out. His hands now move to my own shirt and start to unbutton it. Getting the buttons undone and rolling it off of my shoulders. His hands slowly made their way behind my back to my bra strap. Snapping it before pulling my bra off of me. He broke the kiss and started kissing my jaw, then my lower ear, and all over my neck. Kissing, sucking, biting it. killing and nibbling all around my neck before moving right next to my jawline on my neck and biting down hard. I felt some blood roll down my next as he broke skin. He was sticking on it, biting it, nibbling on it. Eating the spot before he slowly pulled back. His warm breath on my neck drove me crazy. I was panting as I felt one of his hands slowly move lower to my crotch, starting to rub over my clothing. I leaned my head back and moaned into his neck. Barring my face into his neck as he moved his fing-

𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐄𝐄𝐄𝐄𝐄𝐄𝐄𝐏!!!!

My eyes widen as my body jumps to the sound of a car horn beeping loudly. I quickly set up and looked around. I was in Wesker's car. Fully dress as Wesker was driving. Also fully dressed and currently beeping the car horn loudly as the car in front of us was apparently not paying attention and almost hit us. One of his arms was reached out in front of me keeping me from slamming my head into the dash. I blinked as I felt my heart racing in my throat, my face quickly grew red. Was all that a fucking dream? 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 what my brain decides to dream about after having a panic attack. My captain fucking me and his car!? Wesker snarled, grumbling something directed to the driver of the car that almost hit us with a glare on his face. I blinked as I looked over at him as he slowly pulled his arm back from in front of me and place it back on the steering wheel. He didn't look over me as he started driving again. I slowly moved back into the seat as I turned my head and looked at my feet. I don't know how much that was a dream. Or if the whole thing was a dream. It didn't feel like a dream, to begin with, but I thought about it and it was probably… A dream the whole time. Which means he carried me all the way to his car and was now driving me back to my apartment. That thought did not help my face from turning even redder.

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈…"

I flinch when I heard him finally speak. That familiar ice tone for my dream come back. It made my body shiver.

"𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭. (𝐘/𝐍)."

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ 𝘖𝘴 𝘪𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘮, 𝘌𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢 𝘦𝘪𝘶𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳 𝘪𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘶𝘮.

𝘉𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘳 𝘲𝘶𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘮, 𝘘𝘶𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘢𝘮 𝘤𝘶𝘮 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘮 𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘦.

𝘒𝘺𝘳𝘪𝘦, 𝘧𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘴 𝘒𝘺𝘳𝘪𝘦, 𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘯

[shrimplymoray]

HEHEHE TENA im coming in with another bimbovirus scenario request <3 Eri and Cody celebrating her birthday together in the lab, she’s blowing a small cake and making a sweet wish with him!! thank uuuu <3 (happy birthday to me)

HIHI ERI!!! HOPE YOU WAKE UP TO A GREAT DAY SINCE IT IS YA BDAY!!!!

I had wild ideas for this since u asked, but I think I found the perfect one AKA the one I drew for you. By the way, why don't I share that drawing?

Birthday surprise - BimboVirus (and BEN)

It was coming the day, Cody knew it, and that made him nervous. What day? His stupid assistant's birthday. Eri was not the brightest person, by far, but she was still one of the closest person he had, though not by his choice, per say.

Cody had thought of multiple things he could do for her. Maybe actually teaching something, but that was gonna probably cause the 5th lab fire this week, and the fire extinguisher was running low already. He also could try preparing something for her, but his skills on the kitchen were not as good as one would expect. He was running low on ideas each minute that passed, until he remembered the person that was most likely able to help, much to his displeasure.

"So... You came here to ask me for help, huh? What will I get in return?" BEN asked, with his arms crossed and a grin on his face.

"Listen here I am not asking for help, I am asking for advice, fucknuts. You are one of the only person who know her good, since you track her phone. What do you think would be a good birthday gift?" Cody was red from embarrassment of just having to ask BEN of all people.

"She is a bimbo, dude. Anyone with more than two braincells can think of a pink dress to give her. Unless..." The elf boy went closer to Cody, nudging him with his elbow "you like her, dontya big guy? I can help plan a party for her if I can have a piece of cake too."

"WHAT NO I DON'T. YEAH SHE IS CUTE AND KINDA ABOVE AVERAGE STANDARDS ON APPEARANCE AND IS ENTERTAINING AND... oh shit I really like her..." Cody had to hide his face in his hands " fine you get a piece of cake, just help me with this shit."

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Eri had gone back to the manor after going out with Nina, Clockwork and Zero to a birthday shopping spree. Though none of the girls shared the same aesthetic, they managed to have fun shopping each time, which always brightened the bimbo girl. She even bought this super adorbs frilly dress that she thought would look good with the lab coat Sir Cody got her.

Talking about it, she needed to get to the lab, she IS Sir Cody's super adorbs assistant, and he probably was having to handle all that brain consuming paper work. It's her birthday, but she needed to work. And maybe Eri really just wanted to be near Cody, but who could say?

When the girl reached the Lab, though, she heard another voice inside. Was Sir Cody doing an experiment on Toby again? No, the voice was different. Sounded like... BEN?

Cody opened the door to find Eri, which lead him on a spiral of thoughts before he mustered. "Finally you're here. I've been waiting for you to show for... Work. All day. I need you to come with your eyes closed. Don't ask questions."

"Oh okay Sir Cody! Did you... Prepare a surprise for little ol' me? Oh sir Cody..." The girl continued to blabber happily with her eyes closed, while Cody carefully guided her to a spot in the lab. He hoped she wouldn't burn everything accidentally this time.

He had to motion for Ben to put stuff at the right place quietly while he guided her to a beautiful cake that Cody bought.

"Can I open my eyes now?"

"Yeah just don't-"

Eri opened her eyes and let an excited happy scream of the lab being totally decorated in pink and with the beautiful pink cake. Omg did sir Cody do all of this for her? Oh and Ben is there too, what is he doing in here?

"... Overreact." Cody sighed "Me and BEN put this little party to you. For your birthday and stuff... And, uh..."

"Oh sir Cody I loved loved it!! Everything looks amazing! Oh i could give you a kiss from how happy I am!!"

Cody almost choked with what she said, and stood his hands up "not necessary."

"Hey, where is my payment for the help, 'Sir Codyyy~'?" BEN mocked, with a shit eating grin. Oh how Cody hated him right now.

"Ugh, fine, I'll cut the cake, let me just do something real quick." Cody, as quickly as he could, gave a kiss to Eri's cheek and but his mask up to hide his blush.

Eri... She was on the clouds and felt as if she was gonna faint from how much blood run to her face. He just... She...

"Dude you are going to kill her this way..."

"Shut the fuck up and get your cake"

"Can I blow the candles first?"

"Oh, uh, sure."

Eri held a deep breath before quickly yelling "I want sir Cody to kiss my cheek again!!" And blowing the candles.

"Oops, I guess now Sir Cody will have to kiss my cheek again..."

"... You have to wish in your head for it to come true, Eri."

Happy bday Eri, love uu/p and hope we will share more BimboVirus content with each other!!!

[lulupen2023]

My very first BellDom fic 5/23

Summary:

Do you want to meet a Matthew who sees conspiracy everywhere (oh wait, this is not big news!) and is so fond of his trolley that he treat it like a sort of puppy? Do you want to meet a Dominic in love with… himself (and with Matt, too, of course!)? And do you want to meet a Chris who wants to prove to the world he's the most masculine guy ever… but is unavoidably attracted by every… female hobby? This is what you'll find in this story, among lots of BellDom and… craziness!

Summary of the chapter: Guilty sense, fake attempts of suicide, chats, nervous reactions and.. much more!

You know, I like the characters in my stories to have some whims .. an example?

Well, 'this ' Matt will love ships as much as he hates old people.. don't ask me why.. I don't even know why, it's just that he turned out like that.. and I decided to keep him like that ;-P. Plus, he will be kind of .. very insane ( in a good sense, of course ) , sometimes .. What About Dom? Well, he will be very, very childish, sometimes, and just * a little bit * narcissistic .. ;) And Chris? Well, he will get pretty paranoid once in a while.. and .. no, I'd better not reveal too much ! ;)

a little note: when I firstly write this one I didn't know that 'brunette' and 'blonde' was meant for girls/women , so you could find it pretty often referred to Matt and Dom, sowwy :/ well, this and tons of other mistakes I guess :(

I'll try to correct when I see them

Chapter V: I Think We' Re In Trouble

Matt and Dom try to spend the rest of the night with Chris, as if nothing happened.

About their friend, he really seems to have removed the previous episode, and that's maybe thanks to the most efficient of the Freudian defence mechanism.

Instead, the other two don't want to forget anything at all, but at the same time they don't even want to talk about it, not that night at least.

Above their heads there 's the same dense and gloomy cloud that is better known as guilty sense.

There's no need to say towards whom.

And that feeling keeps them company all the night through, but the morning after they manage to get rid of that frustrating sensation in the only way they know: a sort of expiation for what they did.

Each of them put it into operation his way.

Matthew spends the whole morning in his room, calling Gaia at the phone and telling her tons of sweet and romantic things for almost one hour and half, as the girl answers to every sentences of his with a hasty 'Yeah. Me, too.. ' . The phone call goes on until he recalls that that night there's a show to play and maybe he'd better save some voice for that, too.

Also Dominic is pretty busy that morning, but instead of staying in Hotel, he has decided to go shopping, looking for a gift to send to Jessica, sure that gestures are more effective than words.

Anyway the mission is anything but simple, since he has to be careful not to 'communicate ' too much.

He totally rejects flowers as potential gift, since he knows that Jessica has read tons of books to learn the language of the flowers , so if he chose a bouquet composed in a certain way he could even made the unforgivable mistake to send her the message ' You know, lately I don't think about you anymore, because I'm thinking way too much about my best friend! '.

And he also judges jewels pretty dangerous, any kind of jewel, because it would sound too much as an engagement, and that's something that he wants to keep himself as far as possible from.

After all, Dom doesn't even know anymore what he exactly wants.

Or rather he does, but he's scared to admit it even to himself.

After several researches, he manages to find the proper gift, something that says ' I'm not hiding anything to you, I'm just doing that just and only because I want to. Everything is more than fine and, most of all, my best friend is the last of my thoughts! '.

In a word, a gift that's a liar as much as Matt's phone call.

After assuring himself that his gifts will be sent to his girlfriend, Dominic comes back to the Hotel, straight to his room.

Anyway, he goes out a few minutes after, walking around the corridor , heading towards Matthew's room.

He puts his hand as a fist, but before his knuckles can make any sort of contact with the white enamelled cherry-wood door, the boy changes his mind and comes back to his room, from which he pops out a few seconds after... walking back to Matt's door, with the same purpose that meets the same result.

And he goes on like that at least two or three times more, until a familiar voice behind his back stops him.

"Are you going to keep doing that for long? You'll end up leaving a drill!" Matthew exclaims.

Dom turns abruptly and sees him on the floor, near the stairs.

What he likes less is that he's leaning from the banisters, and according to Dom he's leaning from it way too much.

In fact, he rushes towards him, all anxious and apprehensive.

"Nooo, Matt, get the hell away from there! It's the eighth floor, don't act insane! Maybe making the video of 'Bliss ' confused you pretty much, but let me clear a couple of things: you won't remain floating in the air, you'll just crash down the floor bloody violently. And you won't even have the time to sing half verse!" he explains alarmed, trying to pull him away.

His only answer, Matthew bursts out laughing madly, and whenever he does that there's no living being who can resist to that contagious laughter. In fact, Dom bursts out laughing with him, too.

"Why... why are we laughing?" he manages to stop a bunch of seconds after.

"Because... were you really thinking that I was about to throw myself from the banisters? And then * I * am the catastrophic member of the band!" Matt replies, trying to recover.

"So... why were you there?" Dom questions him.

"I had fun watching the people who pass once in a while, especially the ones on the down floor, because they seems so minuscule from here. Plus, looking down, getting that vertigo sense... I don't know. It helps me think, I can almost say it inspires me!" the brunette confesses.

"Does vertigo inspire you?! Ok, maybe I became catastrophic, but you are and you'll always be the wildest one!" the blond teases him.

"Maybe. Anyway, if I think that you really believed that I... I was about to... " Matt comments and he's almost about to burst out laughing again.

"So, tell me, what did you do this morning?" Dom hurries to change subject, otherwise he knows that Matt would probably never stop making fun of him.

And, almost as if it was a spell, Matthew becomes immediately serious.

"I made one of the longest phone calls of my whole life!" he sighs.

"To Gaia, right?" the other realizes.

"Yeah. And I lost count of all the sweet, fluffy things I said to her. There's only a problem: I didn't think them for real. " he sighs once again.

"And you? What did you do?" he asks him, immediately after.

"I looked for a gift for..."

"Jessica!" Matt anticipates him, but his isn't a question, it's just the answer.

"Yeah. And at the end I found the proper stuff. "

"What?" the other gets curios.

"A blond puppet that looks like me a little bit, vaguely. Anyway, this puppet looks impatiently at his watch as he stands on a pedestal with the written 'Can't wait to see you again ' . And then I also bought to her a bag, a belt and a pair of earrings. "

"Cool! Anyway, jewels? Someone is looking for a serious engagement... " Matthew sing songs.

"Who said 'jewels ' ? I just talked about earrings. And earrings are just accessories! " the blond clarifies.

"No, they're jewels." the brunet insists.

"Accessories!"

"Jewels."

"Accessories, accessories, BLOODY DAMN FUCKING ACCESSORIES!!!" Dominic persists, getting angry.

"Ok, you're right, they're just accessories. " Matt gives in, also because he's kinda scared by his reaction.

"Anyway, about what you did... does it make you feel any better?" he asks him.

"Not at all, I think that it's the falsest thing I've ever done." the blond sighs.

"Same feeling here. " Matt admits, with the same mood .

"Coming to what we were saying before, saving the fact that I found your 'Indecision Dance ' very amusing... " Matt chuckles.

"Hey!" Dominic acts insulted.

"Were you looking for me to talk to me?" the other goes on.

"Yes, you know, it's about the..." Dominic answers, but he has not time to finish his sentence.

"Finally, here you go! I looked for you for half New York!" Chris exclaims, coming out from the elevator.

"Actually, I've stayed in my room all the morning long, it's Dom the wandering guy!" Matt clarifies.

"I had my reasons!" Dom shrugs.

"I don't even want to hear about it. Now we go have lunch and then straight to sound check, I bet that you have already forgotten about that!" Chris comments and it's already enough that he's not pulling them by their ears.

"Uff, since there's not Tom suffocating us, for once .. can you explain to me why you are playing his role?" Matt snorts.

"Because he asked me to do that and he knows he has chosen the right person!" Chris explains proudly.

"I still wonder why Tom is not here with us this time.. " Dominic mumbles.

"The official reason is that since this is just an Opening Act, it's something less exciting, so he decided to let us free for once, since he's sure that we'll deal with everything on our own pretty well.." Chris explains.

"What is the unofficial reason?" Matt gets as curios as Dom does.

"Well, it seems that our Tom has half a love affair with a girl who does his same job, so they both 'abandoned ' their bands to enjoy a relaxing holiday, all alone.. " the other reveals.

"Our good old Kirk rules! So, which band does she work for?" Dominic wonders.

"This is a majestic taboo. Not only he didn't want to tell me, but he also said that it's better if we never find out. " the other explains and that makes them all puzzled.

"Anyway, let's quit with the gossip. We have an intense afternoon to face, and don't even try to disappear again!" Chris adds, walking towards the elevator.

"Yes, Daddy!" the other two make fun of their friend, following him.

"Very funny!" Chris rolls his eyes, pushing the button.

Without making Chris see him, Dom gestures to Matt that they'll talk later about what they both know they can't ignore.

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A bunch of hours later, they are wrapped inside the walls of a studio, playing the whole playing list plus some extra that they could decide to add at the last minute.

'Hyper Music ' is one of these extra songs and once they're done with the performance, to recover from all that yelling, for Matt, and from all the frantic, restless playing, for all of them, they establish that they earned a break.

Chris doesn't waste any time and takes advantage of that to leave the room and go call Kelly on the phone.

Matthew and Dominic could do the same with their girlfriends, but this is the last of their thoughts.

After all, Matthew has talked with Gaia so much that he could even go on without calling her for a whole week, but the main reason why is that they both have another priority.

"Do you want to know how I spent the flight?" Dominic exclaims, getting up from the drum set.

"I'm listening!" the other answers, placing his guitar on the floor.

"I saw two kids who were fighting playfully and I thought about you and me. " the blond begins his tale.

"It's normal, when we were kids we always fought. And sometimes we still do! " the other smiles.

"I saw two guys, more about our same age, and I thought about you and me. " the blond goes on.

"Well, that's normal, too. Maybe it's because they looked like you and me a little bit, somehow. " the brunet justifies him.

"And then I saw two pleasant old men. And I thought about you and me, when we will be... "

"That's unacceptable!" Matthew cuts him off, indignant.

"I know, it's exaggerated. " the other admits.

"No, it's not for that. It's just that old men can't be pleasant, never! All old people are rude, misbehaving and unbearable grouches, it's scientifically proved!" he clarifies.

Dominic stares at him as if he came from another planet.

"So, tell me, how is it scientifically proved?" he asks him sceptically.

"Don't ask me how, it's just proved. Period!" the other insists.

"Bells, do you know that one day you will get inevitably old , too?" Dominic makes him notice.

"Of course I do. But I know I'll be the exception that confirms the rule!" he declares proudly.

"What about me? Will you end up hating me then?" the other gets alarmed.

"Never. You will be the exception with me!" the brunet smiles.

"Or maybe neither of us will get old, if I manage to build that machine to bring time back. " the blond thinks out loud.

This time it's Matthew staring at him as if he came from another planet.

"Uh?"

"Never mind, it's such a long story! " the other rolls his eyes.

"Anyway, coming back to your flight, I guess that even that it's normal... at the very end... " Matthew states, although he doesn't sound very convinced.

"Maybe, but then I saw even two clouds in the sky and I thought about you and me! Do you think it's normal even that?!" the blond astounds him.

"Dammit, no! Hell no, that's not normal at all! But, if that comforts you, it's not that I spent such a different flight, after all. " the brunette admits.

"Dammit, Matt, what do you think about the whole situation?" the other gets agitated.

"I think we are in trouble. " his interlocutor answers, getting as agitated as Dominic.

"But maybe it's not too late to get over with that... " he adds, immediately after.

"You're absolutely right!"

"It's happened nothing too.. compromising. "

"Absolutely nothing!"

"Plus, everything is more than justified. The first kiss was due to the forfeit, the second one to bring good luck at the tour. " the other goes on.

"Absolutely yes!"

"So, I guess that you and I can keep being best friends, as always. "

"I absolutely agree!"

"But no more too close contact, and mostly no, bloody no more kisses for any bloody reason at all!"

"Absolutely none!"

"Why the bloody hell do you keep saying 'absolutely'?" Matt snaps.

"I have absolutely no idea, I absolutely swear to you that I'm not doing that on purpose, I just can't stop! Maybe it must be a sort of nervous reaction. " Dominic justifies.

"Well, you'd better quit it right now, if you don't want me to punch your pretty face, because it's very irritating!" the brunet threats him.

"I'm sorry, I already told you that it's not my fault, it's just that... uh! It seems that it worked!" the other informs him, relieved.

"Threats always work!" Matt states, but then he realizes that Dom is staring at him kinda confused and visibly blushed.

"What?" the brunet wonders.

"Do... do you really think that I have a pretty face?" the blond wavers, staring at the floor before finding the courage to face his look again.

That does nothing but making Matt find him tender.

"Everything about you is pretty. " the brunet smiles sweetly, getting closer, almost tempted to raise one hand in order to caress his cheek, but then both of them realize what they're doing.

Already knowing where that path would bring them to, they decide to change direction immediately, but they're so bewildered that Dom sits at the piano and Matt sits at the drums.

After recalling what instrument they actually can play, they switch positions, as they both hope to see Chris come back as soon as possible, because they have no idea about what else can happen if they keep staying alone.

TBC

Notes:

As you have probably noticed, this chapter never quit being surreal , not even for a second, and the rest of the story will keep being this way, if not worse!

Usually I show you some pics, but this time I would need an audio file , just to explain what Matt's laughter is (just a word: Hullaballoo DVD) , but I'm sure you already know that, eh,eh!

I hope you'll still like it and have fun read it, but feel free to tell me whatever you think, as always ! ;)

[brothfan1997]

i am literally so out of touch i keep forgetting that most people like. shop in stores. and dont go thrifting 3x a week

[offbrandhange]

Wedding Day ! | 𝕳𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖘

Fluff & NSFW headcanons on your wedding day/night with some of the AOT boys!

! Slight NSFW !

Warnings: Alcohol, mentions of sex, pregnancy. Fem ! reader.

Majority of this is fluff, but there are mentions of !BEEP! sooo yeah.

Characters: Armin, Eren, Erwin, Jean, Levi

a/n: I have to take my SAT tomorrow, please wish your girl good luck for those sweet, sweet good grades....

𝕬𝖗𝖒𝖎𝖓 𝕬𝖗𝖑𝖊𝖗𝖙 ~

Helps you plan the wedding and possibly loves it even more than you do. He’s a sucker for quality time. 

Armin would prefer a small or medium-sized wedding. If you want a large wedding though, there’s no way he’s holding you back from having it. 

100% a beach wedding. No doubt.

The venue is BEAUTIFUL. Spent countless nights researching and visiting places to make sure you got the best.

Eren is chosen as the best man, although Armin feels guilty for having to pick only one out of all his friends.

On the day of the wedding, Armin is a panicking mess. Eren and Jean literally have to give him a pep talk before he goes to stand at the alter.

Practiced deep breathing techniques before the wedding. Unfortunately, they aren’t working.

When you finally walk down the isle, Armin starts crying softly. Eren put his hand on his shoulder to comfort him......which just made him sob harder. He cried multiple times during the wedding.

Your wedding rings are the set his grandfather and grandmother shared :’)

Specifically told the bartender not to serve Connie and Sasha more than 3 drinks. He doesn’t trust them making their own alcohol-related decisions at his wedding.

Armin isn’t a dancer but....he practiced how to slow dance just for you.

Shy at first when it comes to the more fast-paced dancing, but Jean coaxes him into it, and he ends up having a lot of fun.

The speeches are so nice!!! But mostly because Armin asked Mikasa to read them over before hand to make sure they were okay.

After the wedding ends and everyone has left, you and Armin sit and watch the waves at night.

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The beach was reserved...meaning it is now completely deserted. I am now politely reminding you, Armin is not a saint. Honeymoon sex on the beach, anybody?

The sex is slow and sweet; he takes his time with you and kisses you all over. It’s 100% the definition of, “making love.”

If you’re down for a kid right now, Armin’s down for a kid right now. He WILL try for a baby with you if it’s what you want.

After you made a mess of yourselves in the sand...Armin would probably let you sleep for a little bit as he watched the waves. He doesn’t want it to end yet.

When he’s finally content, he would carry you back to the hotel, trying not to wake you.

Super considerate dusting the sand off you, and then tucking you in bed. He’s totally cuddling you to sleep, too.

𝕰𝖗𝖊𝖓 𝕵𝖆𝖊𝖌𝖊𝖗 ~

Pretty much gives you full control of the wedding planning; he only has a few requests.

Eren would be the type of dude to invite friends, friends of friends, and friends of friends of friends. Your wedding is gonna be packed.

Has no idea what kind of wedding he prefers.

Please, god, don’t let him pick the venue. He will go to the first one, look around, and go, “Yeah, this is pretty nice.” That’s how you’ll end up getting married at an AirBNB with a nice backyard hidden behind the local Walmart.

Doesn’t know if he should make Armin or Zeke the best man, so he flips a coin to decide. It landed on Armin, and from that day on, Zeke was super salty.

Tries to convince you to try on the wedding dress/suit the day before. He can’t sleep that night because he’s so keyed up thinking about how pretty you’ll look.

On the day of the wedding, he’s super fucking ecstatic and practically bouncing all over the place.

Eren would get kind of impatient when waiting at the isle, to the point it would annoy the groomsmen. Jean came so close to saying something but was thankfully stopped by Armin.

When you finally walk down the isle, he’s BEAMING. He tears up a little bit out of happiness, but nothing too extreme.

Armin had to help him pick out the wedding rings otherwise you would’ve ended up with one of those plastic spider rings you win at Chuck e. Cheese’s.

Eren gets so fucking drunk you’re worried you might have to carry him back to the room by the end of the night.

Jean literally nit-picks everything Eren does the whole night....which almost ends up resulting in a drunken bar fight...at your wedding. It ends up fine, though, because Levi and Mikasa step in as bodyguards.

You SWEAR Mikasa is giving you dirty looks. Likewise, Eren SWEARS he’s getting dirty looks from Levi.

He does alright slow-dancing, but is so tipsy and distracted by how attractive you are to him, he’s kinda just....trying his best.

Absolutely OBLITERATES the dance floor when the fast-paced songs come on...

WILD assortment of speeches. Mikasa is crying, Armin’s reading a poem, Floch’s trying to get you to join his cult, Zeke is crying......and Eren is sitting there like, “Is this almost over.” You’d think it was America’s got talent, or something.

When the wedding ends, he 100% drags you to your favorite fast-food restaurant. Still in your wedding attire. Seriously, this dude is crazy, but he’s fun.

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When you get back to the hotel, he lets you eat your food--and then he fucks the shit out of you.

Way, way, way more rough than usual; super passionate sex. Multiple rounds, too. You don’t even KNOW how he has this much stamina by the end of the night.

Not even TRYING to get you pregnant, but his dumbass probably accidentally would.

Good luck trying to walk tomorrow!!!

When he’s finally tired, he is GONE. Like, you could scream bloody-murder and he still wouldn’t wake up.

𝕰𝖗𝖜𝖎𝖓 𝕾𝖒𝖎𝖙𝖍 ~

You can TRY and take that wedding planner from Erwin--the only way he’d give it to you is if you pried it from his cold, dead hand(s).

Tells people he’s married MONTHS before the wedding.

Everyone.....and I mean EVERYONE.....knows you’re getting married. he will walk up to strangers and brag about you.

Erwin invites everyone he sees. Elderly woman crossing the street? Invited. Barista at the coffee shop? Invited. Guy on the bus who offered him a seat? Invited.

All those people attend the wedding, too. Why? Everyone knows and loves Erwin. So when your wedding is literally PACKED with people you have never seen before--you’re only slightly surprised.

You know those reality shows where they have HUGE, expensive weddings? Your wedding would put theirs to shame. Erwin goes ALL OUT.

The venue? A literal castle. How did he manage to book and afford a castle? Don’t question it.

Your wedding dress doesn’t have a budget. Seriously, your wedding is crazy expensive--and straight out of a fairy tale.

You’re pretty sure Levi made himself the best man--and Erwin was fine with it.

Is super excited on the day of the wedding. He knows it’s going to be perfect; he got his eyebrows done just for the occasion.

When you walk down that isle his smile is SO BRIGHT. he is SHINING.

Yeah, those wedding rings? Imported from Italy, plastered with giant, real, diamonds. You will never be able to say Erwin doesn’t spoil you.

Pretty chill wedding, nothing’s too rowdy and everyone’s still having a good time.

Whispers sweet nothings and tells you how happy he is the whole night. He can’t go five minutes without saying, “I love you.”

Just TRY to get him to stop holding your hand; he won’t.

Erwin is so good at slow-dancing??? And he’s so careful with you, too. 100% the one in the lead, but he’s spinning and dipping you so sweetly. Not to mention the way he’s looking at you...

He’s a serious guy a lot of the time, but I honest to god believe in the sweetest way possible, you would genuinely have a really fun time fast-pace dancing with him. You would both be laughing at each other’s moves.

Majority of the speeches are super nice. Hange tried to get Levi to say something, brought him up to the stage and....he starred at the crowd for a couple awkward seconds, then walked off. He conveyed his message through his eyes, I guess?

The wedding is so long you weren’t sure it was ever going to end...

Hotel? Nah he booked that castle, that’s where you’re spending the night...

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You’re fucking in the king bed tonight baby, literally.

Pays attention to your needs/wants the WHOLE NIGHT. Seriously, he’s a soft dom, and makes sure you’re more than satisfied.

Tons of body worship?? He’s so sweet and careful with you.

Erwin secretly really, really wants to give you his babies and start a family with you on the honeymoon. If you’re willing, he will make sure he gets you pregnant; you’re getting no sleep.

After you’re done, he will run you two a bath and clean you off. He adds in a little bonus massage, too.

When you get in bed, he pets your head, cuddling you until you fall asleep. You could’ve sworn you saw him smiling before you drifted off to sleep.

𝕵𝖊𝖆�� 𝕶𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖈𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖎𝖓 ~

Jean would definitely help you plan the wedding--he values romance a lot, so having the perfect wedding for him and you, is important. He also doesn’t want to put all the weight on you.

Brags to his friends that he’s getting married--they all get tired of hearing about it.

Normal sized wedding--not too many, but not small, either. Lots of family and friends.

The venue is at a barn. Yes, he picked a barn. it’s a nice venue, too; the only problem is that he’s not going to be able to escape those horse jokes.

Marco is chosen as the best man--and when Connie hears about it, he sulks for a few days. He gets over it eventually, though.

He’s kind of nervous the day of--but Marco reassures him and teaches his some deep-breathing techniques.

Keeps his cool until he goes to stand at the alter--and then he’s in full-blown panic mode. “What if I can’t make her happy?” “What if she runs away with Eren?” meanwhile, Eren is standing right there with the other groomsmen, like “wtf?”

When you walk down the isle--he’s super overwhelmed. He feels a huge sense of relief you didn’t ditch him and run away, but also metaphorically hit by a semi-truck of emotions since he realized he’s ACTUALLY getting married. There’s a little bit of happy crying.

His mom picked out your wedding rings; you only find out when she brags about it--and Jean yells at her for telling you.

His wedding gift to you is a giant portrait he drew of you--and on the back, there’s a message in French. He won’t tell you what it says, but you’re pretty sure it’s an oath to love and protect you ‘till the day he dies.

He does pretty well slow-dancing. His mom also mentions he begged her to practice with him so he didn’t mess up.

He’s a little worried about making himself look like a fool dancing in front of you--but for you, he does it anyways; You both laugh your asses off and have a lot of fun.

The speeches make Jean look like he wants to drop dead from embarrassment. He’s not sure what’s worse--Connie and Sasha doing karaoke, Eren making horse jokes, or his mom telling all of his embarrassing baby stories.

After everyone leaves, Jean takes you to look at the animals before you leave, too.

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 As for honeymoon sex; you better not make a horse joke, otherwise you’re getting laid in that fucking barn. Maybe. He threatens that, but you know he wouldn’t want to have sex there on your wedding night. He’s 100% down for another time, though.

A mix of rough and sweet at the same time--he does the right things at the right times.

Is a lot more passionate and soft than usual--very careful with your body, and makes sure to really take everything in; He wants to remember the night for as long as he lives.

Immaculate aftercare; and on top of that, he lets you fall asleep in his arms, occasionally kissing your forehead.

Bonus: he sings you to sleep.

𝕷𝖊𝖛𝖎 𝕬𝖈𝖐𝖊𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖓 ~

Lets you plan the wedding, but looks it over and makes sure there’s nothing too crazy happening. He, somehow, is worried you’re going to plan a circus or something else ridiculous to show up.

No one knows you’re getting married until the envelopes are mailed to family and friends. In fact, some people didn’t even know you were together.

Pretty small wedding, it’s mostly people who are very close to you two. It has a very homey-feel.

The venue HAS to be indoors. Levi thinks an outdoor wedding is unsanitary--so you end up getting married in a banquet hall.

Erwin is 1000% the best man. You don’t even have to ask, you already know it’s going to be Erwin.

Is literally shaking and sweating his ass off he’s so nervous the day of the wedding--if anyone asks, though, he swears he is fine. Has no idea it’s completely obvious he’s on the verge of absolutely freaking out.

Erwin and Hange try to get him to relax--but he continues to deny that he is in fact, NOT calm.

When you walk down the isle and he makes eye contact with you--his brain short-circuits. His mind literally stops working and is constantly repeating, “p...p...pre....pretty..” the whole damn time.

Mentally saves the image of you in your dress/suit to use as his motivation to always come home to you.

Tries to remain expressionless, but is literally tomato-red and on the verge of crying; he never thought he’d be able to find happiness--it feels like everything is finally going to be okay. Erwin is smiling like a proud dad, and Hange is trying to suppress their amazement that the dude’s showing emotion.

Your wedding rings are fairly plain--but on the inside of the bands, both of your names are etched.

He won’t read the vows out loud, he simply hands you a letter and tells you to read it another time.

When the time comes to kiss--Levi literally hides behind you and shyly pulls you in. The view the audience gets is your back--and they aren’t sure whether to clap or not.

Your wedding gift to him was a giant assortment of different teas--and he genuinely seemed really excited to try them. He didn’t realize it, but when he mentioned tasting them, he said, “with you” at the end.

Has no idea how to slow dance. Erwin tried to help him, but it didn’t do much, so you teach him on the spot. Your first dance, he concentrates really hard on not messing up, eyebrows furrowed and all.

Doesn’t know how to dance fast-pace either, in fact, he’s pretty confused. You have to grab the man and force him out of his comfort zone, spinning him and all. Hange and the Survey Corp members are laughing their ass off at his bewildered face.

The speeches went pretty well--except for when Hange didn’t stop talking; Levi threatened to force them off the stage, and you don’t think he was joking.

The wedding was fairly short--but only because Levi rushed everyone home; he just wanted to drag you off and keep you to himself for the rest of the day.

After the wedding, he takes you to a spot nearby to watch the sunset. He has a soft smile, and you can tell he’s genuinely happy.

You take HIM back to the hotel--he would’ve been fine staying there just a little longer, in the peace of it all.

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You’re literally taking his virginity. He saved himself for marriage; he wanted to make sure he gave himself to the right person.

Very nervous--and kind of insecure, too. He isn’t sure what you’ll think of him, and he’s worried about you seeing his scars. He STILL isn’t completely convinced you really want him.

Lots of body worship and reassuring him; he melts at your touch.

Once he gets comfortable and into it, he repeats “I love you” a lot.

He doesn’t last very long...but keeps going until you get off, too. He’s still a little confused by everything, so you have to teach him.

He’s half asleep after cumming--but still insists the two of you need to get in the shower.

Was too tired to stand, so you took a bath together instead. He falls asleep, leaning on you, when you massage his head.

You end up being unable to wake him up--the man is dead tired from not only sleep deprivation, the long day, but also his first time.

You can’t get him out of the bathtub, either--he’s too bulky to lift. You expected him to be much lighter due to his height, but his muscle makes him a lot more heavy.

Hange and Erwin have to be called to haul his ass--naked--out of the tub and into the bed. Hange is of no help since they’re laughing so hard--and Erwin is helping, but trying so hard not to break face and laugh too.

After they leave, you cover him up and cuddle into his frame; you could swear you heard a quiet, “thank you.”

[ijustwant2write]

Runaway-Finn Shelby x Reader

(GIF credit to @dialnfornoir​)

Masterlist

Summary: On her brisk walk home, (Y/N) witnesses a brutal Peaky Blinder attack, attempting to run away when Finn Shelby comes after her, only to sweep her off her feet.

Characters: Finn Shelby x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name 

(Y/L/N)=Your last name

Warnings: Violence, fighting, blood, fluff

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"Come on (Y/N), not even one drink? We won't even make you stay, just the one!" my friend moaned as I denied their proposal of going to the Garrison.

"You said that last time, and I ended up staying until early hours." I laughed.

They all put their hands together as they started begging. I also laughed at this, embarrassed by the attention that was suddenly on us.

"No, seriously. I have to be good with money this month. Thanks to you lot, I'm having to be frugal for the rent."

They sighed."Fine, we won't make you come. But you will be missed. Just get home safe, OK?"

"I will. You too, please don't get too drunk and end up sleeping outside."

"That was one time!"

I shook my head as we giggled, waving goodbye when I turned to walk home. We had just finished work, so it was still relatively light out; I would say it was less dangerous to walk alone, but we did live in Small Heath. Yawning after the long, boring shift, I adjusted my coat around me, trying to keep warm. All I wanted was a good dinner, get cleaned up and snuggle into bed, maybe read a few chapters of the book I had if my eyelids could stay open. I was only in my early twenties and already feeling like an old woman.

Home wasn't far, a good twenty minute walk, which could be a bad thing if it was raining, a lovely stroll if not. I lived in the better part of Small Heath (if there even was one), walking home from work had never been an issue. Until I heard the unfamiliar sounds of desperate begging and crying, as well as thumps and slaps of skin of skin contact. My eyes widened, heart beat accelerating when I realised someone was begging for their life. There was no other way home for me, I had to take this route. What I should have done was turn around to join my friends for that drink, but the natural human tendency to be curious took over. As I cautiously continued my way home, I couldn't help but glance down the alleyway behind a row of houses, spotting four young boys surrounding an older man, who looked like he was being beaten to a pulp by one of them. I froze, having never seen a brawl like this up close. It was as if I were delayed, somehow taking ages to register that I had to leave before they spotted me.

Unfortunately one of their heads snapped up to look at me, tapping his friends on the shoulder, pointing at me as he shouted for them to stop. My legs still wouldn't move, staring at the man who's face was soaked red with his own blood. It wasn't until one of the young men started approaching me that I sprinted away, suddenly terrified about what could happen to me.

I cursed myself for being such a bad runner, as well as the shoes I was wearing. My lungs were working incredibly hard, my throat drying up whilst my mind panicked as it tried to remember which way was home. I let out a scream as the boy grabbed me, crying out in pain when they pushed me against the brick wall. Attempting to scramble out of their hold was useless, they were pushing their whole weight on me, I had no escape.

"(Y/N)?" he said my name.

My eyes widened, realising who had a hold of me. It was Finn Shelby.

"(Y/N) (Y/L/N)? We went to school together. You might not remember me, but we definitely did."

"Of course I remember you! You're Finn fucking Shelby.”

"Oh right."

"Please don't hurt me."

He looked confused."Hurt you? Why would I do that?"

"Well, you're currently pinning me against a wall, and I'm finding it a bit hard to breathe if I'm honest."

He glanced down, quickly pushing himself away from me. I tried to hide getting my breath back, letting out a quick cough. It seemed he wasn't going to hurt me, and he wasn't being sadistic about that phrase either.

"I'm sorry. You alright?"

I slowly nodded, still wanting to be on the safe side.

"I remember you from school. Obviously changed a lot, though I have seen you from time to time."

"Right."

"Look, uh, what you saw back there, I need you to forget it."

"Finn," I was scared to say his name but I did anyway,"you almost killed him."

"You know I'm a Peaky Blinder, right?"

"How could I not? And are you trying to justify what you did?"

"(Y/N), he ran a brothel using children."

"Oh."

"I mean, you couldn't have known that, so I can see how that looks from a different perspective."

"Well, I totally agree with your actions then."

"I still need you to keep quiet about the whole thing."

"Um, of course."

"Where were you headed?"

This was the longest conversation I had ever had with Finn, with a Peaky Blinder. I briefly remember him as a child, you never do have specific memories at such a young age, though I probably played with him during break time.

"Home."

"Let me walk you."

"No, honestly it's fine, it's not far."

"I insist. Part of my apology for scaring you earlier."

"Part of your apology?"

"Yeah, I'm taking you out for drinks tomorrow."

I started thinking I might have been in a dream."Sorry?"

"Do you always act this surprised at what people say? A catch up drink."

"That's alright, really, if you're trying to make it up to me-"

"Come on, just one?"

It was like deja vu.

"If you're busy tomorrow, we can always go tonight. Yeah, you know what? Let's do that instead!"

"No, Finn, really I'm fine."

"I won't take no. Please, it'll be nice, I promise all I'm asking for is a drink."

I felt obligated to go, still in a bit of shock from what happened. But my friends were at the Garrison, if they saw me with Finn they would think I was ditching them, and what would it look like for me to be walking in with a Shelby?! However, I felt bad when I saw how happy Finn was; and even if he tried anything later I would undoubtedly slap him, I wasn't afraid of that (I tried to convince myself). When I agreed, his smile grew even bigger, instantly heading towards the pub.

I was trying to focus on what he was babbling on about, only my mind was preoccupied with the dreaded stares of my friends. That was one fo the worst things you could do as a girl, ditch your friends for a boy. Then there would be questions about how I met him, why didn't I tell them, why didn't I bring him along to drinks etc. I'd look like any other desperate girl that tried to cling onto the arm of any Shelby, desperate for a taste of the dangerous, gangsta life, even if it was just for one night.

As we walked in, I felt sick, immediately spotting my friends on their usual table they always tried to grab. They hadn't seen me yet, so I attempted to hide behind Finn, keeping my head down as we stood at the bar.

Finn was served first before anyone else."Whiskey Harry, and you?"

"Um, wine please."

"Just put them through the window, yeah?"

I was confused when we walked to the private room, it felt like I was trespassing. Though this gave me a good hiding place from my friends, chancing to glance back at them before disappearing. They still hadn't seen me.

Finn casually sat down, looking relaxed. I stood, not sure whether to join him, which was a stupid thing to think when he had invited me.

"Are you going to stand there the whole time?" he chuckled.

I said nothing as I sat down opposite him, not wanting to become trapped in the booth with him. I still wasn't sure what to say once seated, hating that this could become awkward at any second.

"Are you OK? You seem a bit shaken up still." he asked.

"I'm fine." I squeaked out, knowing he could see right through me.

"You're all nervous, what's wrong?" he smirked.

I sighed."My friends are out there."

"Oh, well go tell them to join us."

"No!" I snapped too quickly."Look, I said no to drinks earlier, hence why I was on my way home, and I was scared what they would think or feel if they saw me waltz in with you."

"Don't want to be seen with a Blinder?"

"No, just didn't want them to think I chose a boy over my friends."

He gave me a pointed look.

"And I guess it would seem strange if I suddenly walked back in with a Blinder."

"Why did you say no in the first place?"

"Because money is tight. That was another reason I was hesitant to come, honest."

"You're not paying (Y/N)."

"Oh, Finn-"

"No, because I literally get this stuff for free." the small window into the room opened."Speaking of."

He reached over and grabbed our drinks, handing mine to me before clinking the glasses together. Unlike Finn, who threw the whole drink back, I sipped on my wine, and god was it good. He slammed the glass back down onto the table, letting out a satisfied breath.

"So what have you been up to since school?"

"Well, I've got a job at this clothes shop, you might have passed it but we only deal with women’s clothing, so I doubt you’ve been in. Uh, I actually started there as a shop assistant after I left school, you know, running errands and doing the little things no one else wanted to do. Then they started giving me proper jobs, I’m also a book keeper now and-” I glanced at Finn, realising that I was rambling,“-sorry, I’m talking too much.”

“No, no you’re not.” he chuckled, waving a hand in the air.

“Long story short, I work in a clothes shop. What about you?”

I closed my eyes as soon as I finished my sentence, wincing at my stupidity.

“I didn’t mean, I wasn’t trying to be smart or pry, obviously I know...no I don’t know...”

“You’re cute when you stumble over your words.”

I wasn’t expecting that.“E-excuse me?”

Before things could get any more awkward, the door opened, making us both jump. I felt my heart drop down into the pit of my stomach when I saw who it was, and I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me; his brothers were here.

“What the fuck are you doing in here Finn boy?”Arthur asked (if you didn’t know all their names, you had to be incredibly simple).

“Failing to get another bird in your bed?” John smirked.

“Shut up John.” Finn spat.“This is (Y/N), she’s an old friend from school.”

They filtered in. John scoffed.“Surprised you remember anything about school. Have you asked him what five pus five is?”

John and Arthur laughed as they sat down opposite us, Thomas standing besides the window for the drinks. I clasped my hands together as they started to shake out of nerves. I was in a room with the Shelby brothers, the men who ran one of the most feared gangs in England, and I had no clue what to do with myself. 

“Um, I think I should go.” I pathetically mumbled out.

“Don’t be rude Finn,” Thomas said,“show the lovely, young lady out.”

Finn was glaring at his brothers as we stood. I slowed down my steps so I didn’t appear to be running away from them. Finn opened the door for me, and I felt weightless as soon as I stepped out of that room. He followed me out, running a hand down his face.

“I’m sorry about them. They’re just being their usual stupid selves.” he apologised.

“It’s alright, really. Don’t tell them they bothered me or anything because they really didn’t.”

“You don’t have to worry. They won’t do anything to you because we had a drink together.”

“Sorry, just not used to...”

“Meeting a gangster?”

I hummed in agreement.“Yeah.”

“Look, I definitely need to go back in there. But I liked this. Apart from how we bumped into each other.”

“Yes, that could have been different.”

“I would like to do this again though.”

“You would?”

“There you go again, acting all surprised. How about this weekend?”

“I-I’m free this weekend.”

“Great. I’ll pick you up at six on Saturday.” he smiled at me, turning to go back into the private room before calling the bartender.“Oh, Harry, another wine for my friend.”

He winked at me, then disappeared into the room. I heard heckling and teasing from his brothers. I could feel that my cheeks were heating up from blushing, though I also couldn’t help but smile. Thanking the bartender for the wine, I quickly took it, freezing when I saw my friends staring at me. Sighing, I took a big gulp of the drink before making my way towards them. This was going to be a longer night than I thought.

[aceofshitposts]

How did Tim and Jason get together in the shutterbug au if he didn’t think much of him on their first date?

Aha, it wasn't actually a date! It was a gathering Stephanie dragged Jason to because it was around the time she decided she'd had enough of his wallowing bullshit about waves hand vaguely in the direction of Red Hood's quest for vengeance and then the sort of road to recovery he was currently on but kinda stuck in the :( everything sucks phase

Jason's social skills are, eeehh, Not Great at this point. Especially with civilians, Brown are you fucking insane I can't be around people.

Stephanie is not having any of his excuses you need to get out more and patrol doesn't count >:(

So he's dragged to a lunch meet up. Tim is there along with some of his and Steph's other college buddies and Steph is like hey everyone this is... My coworker, Jason.

And, listen, you gotta see this from Tim's perspective. Your ex girlfriend and current best friend has just walked up with God's Gift To Man except the dude is scowling like someone just killed his puppy. And then he turns that scowl right on you.

Meanwhile, Jason is basically a mess of anxiety from just having to be around Normal People and still mostly thinks of himself as some kind of irredeemable monster rather than a person. He's. Trying. He came to this stupid lunch, right, what more could Brown ask if him but oh God, Brown's friend Tim is very pretty and sharp and quick witted and suddenly Jason does very much want to be here because he wants to know more but also wtf is socializing

Stephanie is having a ball. She figured Jason would like Tim, Tim who doesn't put up with anyone's bullshit, who's got a comeback for everything, who's determination is a terrifying thing to behold, but she didn't quite expect Jason to go down that hard. She feels a little bad, watching Jason try haltingly to actually talk to another person with the thunderous expression of someone on a Righteous Mission while Tim keeps giving her little side eyes like, "really?? This is someone you hang out with?? Really???"

Jason tries to be a gentleman and refill Tim's drink from the pitcher. Except he fumbles because he's nervous and overwhelmed and spills the whole thing in Tim's lap. Honestly it wouldn't've been such a big deal except Jason goes into blue screen of mortal embarrassment and mutters a quick, horrified, "I have to go," and flees the scene entirely.

Tim, totally soaked in idk probably some cocktail mix, stares Stephanie dead in the eyes from across the table and yells, "what the fuck was that?!"

Stephanie laughs so hard she agitates a bruised rib.

Through her tears she tries to assure Tim that Jason liked him he's just an idiot who has been way too absorbed in his work for too long, which totally reminds her of someone else too hmm who could that be? Tim scoffs because he sure didn't act like it and maybe Tim still has a hard time believing when people like him but I digress.

A week or so later, with some (a lot of) nudging from Steph, Jason shows up at Tim's favourite coffee shop with flowers and apologizes for the lunch thing. He stumbles through a whole speech and asks Tim out on a proper date. Tim thinks about it for a while, making Jason squirm in the middle of a busy coffee shop where people are definitely watching and oh god he's about to be rejected in front of all these people this was a mistake, Brown was wrong and he should just stick to what he knows: shooting people's kneecaps --

"Yeah, okay," Tim says, a slow smirk spreading across his face, "but I'm choosing the venue and you're not allowed to pour any drinks."

Tim has not yet let Jason live down the drink incident.

They went to a classic dinner and a movie combination for their first date. To say it went well is putting it lightly ;)

[midnightstar-90]

2-in-1

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Dave Lizewski x Reader | Todd Haynes x Sister!Reader

Summary: You’re Todd’s popular little sister, and you like one of his not-so-popular friends. What happens when a couple of words leaves the two on non-speaking terms?

Warnings: Language! (“Is anyone gonna deal with the fact that Cap just said “language”?”) Get it? A superhero joke for a story based on a superhero.

A/N: It’s the Evan Peters version of Todd. I just love Evan, so that's how I imagined it. If you want to picture Augustus, you can. There are no rules here. Make it your own.

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Todd and Marty were both standing around Dave as he grabbed his books for his next class. When he finished grabbing his Chemistry textbook, he slammed his locker door shut. They start walking to class, but not without a little chit-chat.

“So, you guys down for Atomic Comics this weekend?” Dave asked his two best friends. Ever since the boys met each other, they’ve always loved comics. They would be able to tell you the exact comic from one line if you asked.

“Yeah, I’m down,” Marty said with a shrug of his shoulders. Dave nodded at his response before both of them turned their head to Todd.

“My sister is grounded, so I have to make sure my sister doesn't invite anyone over this weekend. My parents are going out of town. If I went she would have to go,” Todd contemplated his options. You don’t like superheroes as much as Todd, so you’d probably complain. And if they go to Todd’s house, he’d be spending his time making sure you aren’t doing things you’re not supposed to.

“We-“ Dave couldn’t even finish his sentence before a herd of people crowded around the hallway. “What’s going on over there?” Marty asked in confusion. Todd and Dave looked towards the mob. Every day, since Y/N started school, kids would crowd around her like she was a celebrity. She could get things done at the speed of light. She once threw a party at the last minute, and it ended up in a magazine.

They stood, watching as the mob of people started to disperse. They moved a little closer to see Katie and her friend, but also Y/N. Y/N looked to be handing out a flyer. Todd quickly walked over and took the flyer from his sister’s hand.

“Y/N, you’re grounded. You know you can’t do anything when you're grounded,” Todd yelled at his little sister. Y/N rolled her eyes before they landed on Dave. She stared at Dave with admiration in her eyes.

She continued to look at Dave as she spoke, “Mom and Dad said no one in the house, but they said nothing about going out. Here, take a flyer. If you want to hang with the cool kids, you’ll go.”

She tried to walk off before Todd grabbed her arm, snatching all the flyers from her hands. “Call it off, Y/N. What happens when pictures end up online? If mom and dad see them, we’re both going down. So, how about you go to Atomic Comics with me and the boys, and I won’t tell mom about her favorite dress that mysteriously ripped,” Todd said with a smirk.

Y/N looked at her brother furiously. “Fine, but only if you let me sit by Dave,” she whispered to her brother, so her brother’s best friend doesn’t hear. Todd knew about his sister’s crush on Dave. He also knew that Dave has a crush on Katie, so he allowed it.

He nodded his head, making Y/N smile. She started walking to class, but as she passed Dave she gave him a wink. Dave looked at his best friend’s sister with a nervous chuckle and watched as she walked away.

“I guess I’m going to Atomic Comics with you guys,” Todd told his friends as he side hugged his friends around the shoulders. They all understood that his going would also include Y/N, so they nodded their heads and started walking.

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Y/N and Todd walked into Atomic Comics. Y/N was not happy. She could be throwing the party of the century, but she was now hanging out with nerds and her crush. They sat down at the table with Todd’s friends. Todd sat with Marty and Y/N, as promised, sat next to Dave. Y/N was welcomed to a Y/F/F/M (your favorite flavor milkshake) milkshake.

“I ordered you guys a milkshake. Uh, I didn’t know what flavor you like, Y/N, so I got you Y/F/F/M,” Dave said nervously. Y/N blushed, turning her head, so the others wouldn’t see her. He knew my favorite milkshake flavor. Eeeep!

Y/N took the gesture as a sign that Dave liked her. She silently put her hand on Dave’s thigh. Dave’s body tensed up at the feeling of the girl's hand on his thigh. No one had ever touched him there before. He looked at the girl to see her on her phone playing candy crush. He slowly moved her hand off of his leg, only for it to once again place itself back on his leg, only higher. This went on for a couple of minutes before Dave had enough.

“Y/N, can I talk to you real quick?” he said through his teeth. He wasn’t upset. No, he was uncomfortable. They got up and walked towards the comic section.

“What was that?” Dave asked the girl he considered his sister.

“What? My hand on your thigh?” He nodded at her question. “I thought you liked me. Wait, do you not like me?” Dave didn’t speak for a couple of seconds. Y/N’s eyes started to tear up, knowing she just embarrassed herself.

Dave didn’t know how to handle the situation. How do you tell your friend’s kid sister that you don’t like her the same way she does? The next thing Dave said really set Y/N off. “Everyone knows I like Katie,” Dave said nervously.

Y/N was furious. “Are you for real? That Bitch?! You know she thinks you’re gay? That’s why you guys have been hanging out together so much. Not because she likes you, but because she thinks your gay! I didn’t tell her that you lied, but now...” Y/N yelled, not finishing her sentence out of anger. She grabbed the attention of her brother and Marty.

Dave must have forgotten who he was talking to because he just kept saying the wrong stuff. “I know. Please don’t tell her. I’m trying to find a way to tell her that I’m not,” Dave begged.

“You’re a loser and a dick. You probably have a loser dick also,” Y/N said. She didn’t mean it, but she was angry. She walked over to the table and grabbed her milkshake. She walked back over to Dave. She looked him in the eye as she poured her milkshake all over his head. Some of it slid off his head and down his face and body. With that, she ran out of the Comic shop in tears.

A cold and sticky Dave walked back over to his friends after watching Y/N run out. “You really hurt her feelings. You know, she told me while we were having a spa day that she rejected all the boys that asked her at school because she would rather be with either you or Kickass. You were the more predictable choice, but I also knew you didn’t like her like that. This is my fault. I should have been the big brother and told her the truth,” Todd looked down.

“Wait, you have spa days with your sister?” Marty laughed.

“That’s all you got from that? You know what? My sister is crying her eyes out on the streets, which makes her vulnerable to bad guys, so I’m gonna catch up with her,” he said, getting up and leaving the comic shop. Dave felt sorry, but there is only one thing he can do.

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Later that day, Todd tried to cheer Y/N up with a spa day. It helped a little but she was still heartbroken. He sat next to her on her bed and rubbed her back.

“Hey, you know that not everyone is going to like you back. You're gonna have crushes who reject you, just like today. But I want you to know that Dave does love you, just not the way you want him to,” Todd told his sister before leaving the room.

Y/N cried a little more before a knock was heard at her window. She walked over and moved her curtain to see Kickass at her window. She quickly opened it.

“Kickass? What are you doing here?” Y/N asked, confused.

“Well, your friend Dave messaged me saying that you needed some cheering up. He wanted me to tell you that he’s sorry. He didn’t mean to hurt your feelings,” Dave told Y/N.

“If Dave’s so sorry, why can’t he tell me himself. He totally hurt my feelings, and no offense, Kickass, but this meeting means nothing to me without Dave,” Y/N told the masked superhero.

Dave opened his mouth to say something but quickly closed it. He thought about what he was gonna do next for at least two minutes. He walked towards the girl sitting on her bed.

“I think this will cheer you up,” Dave said, checking to make sure no one could see or hear anything. He reached for his mask, and slowly started to lift it up. Y/N looked up at the superhero, and she saw her brother’s best friend.

Her eyes widened in shock. “Dave, you’re Kick-“ Y/N got out before her mouth was covered. Dave had covered her mouth with his gloved hands to keep her from yelling his secret out to the world.

“I would really like it if your brother and the rest of the world didn’t know about this. But, I really am sorry. You mean a lot to me, and seeing you sad really hurt me. You're like a little sister to me. I’m sorry I can’t be what you want me to be, but I really do love you,” Dave told Y/N confidently.

Y/N nodded her head, still releasing the tears from her eyes. Dave took off his glove and started to wipe her tears away. When Dave finished, he pulled Y/N into a side hug and laid a kiss on top of her head.

They stayed like that for about a minute before Y/N spoke, “Dave, I know you don’t wanna be with me, but would you like to stay and hang out?”

Y/N looked at the boy with hopeful eyes. The ones that make you feel bad if you say no. The ones a lost dog gives you when you find it shaking, cold, and wet from the rain. Dave tried not to look, but it was impossible not to give in. He agreed to Y/N’s proposal. The girl's face lit up like Christmas.

She grabbed her headphones and started to make her way towards her brother’s room. One time, she went to borrow something from Todd but was met with the sight of her brother jerking off to porn.

Y/N opened the door to Todd’s room, to see Todd jamming out to music on his laptop. Y/N snuck in, quietly. She made sure not to bring attention to herself as she grabbed clothes from his drawer. She successfully completed her mission and made her way back to her room.

Meanwhile, in Y/N’s room, Dave walked around looking at Y/N’s things. He looked towards her desk to see a photo. He walked towards it to see a photo from 4 years ago held in a grey frame. It was a photo of Y/N, Todd, and Dave at Y/N’s 10th birthday party. Y/N had cake all over her face.

Dave remembered that day. Y/N and Todd’s dad bought two cakes. He was always one to pull pranks. They put the candles on the decoy cake, and they sang ‘Happy Birthday’. When the time was right, Todd and Dave snuck behind Y/N, picked up the cake, and pushed it into her face. Everyone laughed, even Y/N.

Y/N quietly walked back into the room with her brother’s clothes. She saw Dave looking at her 10th birthday picture. He seemed to be lost in thought, so when she cleared her throat to let him know she was there, he jumped like a cat next to a horn.

He stuttered trying to explain what was going on, but Y/N just threw the clothes at him and left the room. She sat outside the door as he got dressed. She heard a couple of clattering sounds but knew it was Dave being clumsy.

When he opened the door, she almost fell back. She picked herself off the floor and made her way into her room. She picked up her laptop, and relaxed on the bed, watching random movies on Netflix. And that’s how they fell asleep.

Around 4 am Dave woke up to see a snoring Y/N laying on his chest. Careful not to wake her up, he lifted her up and moved from his spot. He made sure he had all of the items he came in with and left, but not without a quick glance at Y/N. He smiled at the girl, and quietly closed her window.

I don't deserve her. She deserves better.

[skiller0dani]

Broken Paradise | Spencer Reid

M A S T E R L I S T Criminal Minds Masterlist

smut requests info wc | 9.1k summary | you run into an ex boyfriend during an interrogation. except it's you being interrogated, and it's your ex boyfriend doing the interrogating.

song

another draft just waiting to be published. really obsessing over Spencer Reid.

also there's mentions of abortion, nothing graphic it's literally just a short direct reference and nothing else.

You always hear people say your past will come back to haunt you, you just didn't know they meant literally. You leaned back against the metal chair in the interrogation room, you've been in here for what felt like hours. You couldn't complain too much seeing as it's your fault that you're in here at all. You wished they'd come in and tell you something, give you an update, say hi, say anything. You seriously underestimated how maddening silence can be. You knew little about the murders the police were investigating, something about druggie women being found mutilated. The pictures they showed you were downright horrifying, you'd need at least one solid bottle of tequila to forget the bodies of those poor women.

The Las Vegas Police Department were a bunch of judgmental pigs, the only reason they'd brought you here at all was because you were from the wrong side of the tracks. Both of your parents were users, and if you were lucky, also dead. They probably assumed you used as well, and seeing as you seemed to fit the killers physical preference the police brought you in for questioning and also for your own "safety". But really you knew they didn't give a damn about your safety, they just wanted to know where you got your shit from. No matter how many times you insisted you didn't use, they kept pushing. When one male officer started throwing your parents in your face, you stood up and promptly broke his nose. That's how you landed yourself cuffed to the table, tightly.

"Oh thank you so much for gracing me with your presence once more." You smiled sarcastically as another officer walked in, wait he's definitely not an officer. The man who entered the room had cleanly cut dark hair, and wore an expensive looking black suit. Not the run of the mill beat cop that you were expecting. You bit back any other fiery remarks, if you wanted to get the hell out of here you needed to cooperate. Diana would be expecting you, not that you were itching to see her but after letter number 75 of her begging you to swing by- well lets just say that Spencer's mother was never the problem. You doubt Spencer even knew Diana was contacting you, which was good. You wanted nothing at all to do with him.

"I'm Agent Hotchner here with the FBI I need to ask you a few questions." This man was all business, you seriously had to fight the urge to fuck with him a little bit.

"I'd shake your hand but..." Your eyes flickered towards the table, where the police officer who's nose you broke had very tightly handcuffed you. In fact he cuffed you so tightly that your wrists were already raw and bleeding a bit.

"They wouldn't have handcuffed you if you didn't punch an officer. Did he hit a nerve?" The Agent's face was level, and gave nothing away as to what he was thinking. You tongued the inside of your cheek, your foot tapping quickly on the concrete floor. These assholes were really starting to piss you off.

"He was being a dick, how many times do I have to tell you guys that I don't use? Are your heads filled with sawdust?" You snapped roughly, yanking away from him to lean back in your chair despite the biting pain in your wrists.

"That's not why I'm here Miss Y/L/N." Agent Hotchner said, his voice even and his eyes on you. The way he was looking at you made you feel exposed, like he could read all of your secrets because of the way your eye twitches when you're nervous. You hate these damn FBI profilers- wait.

"How's Spencer?" It's a shot in the dark, a very long shot in a very dark tunnel. Before the scumbag left you without warning, Spencer mentioned that someone was trying to recruit him for the BAU department of the FBI. The profilers. Spencer left and never came back, two guesses as to where he went. Your eyes locked onto the Agent's in front of you, and from the slight upturn at the corner of his brow you knew you got him. Spencer is here.

"You know Dr. Reid?"

"So he's a Doctor now, doesn't surprise me. Let me guess, he has PHD's and Doctorates in Math, Chemistry and something to do with Geography right?" You say as casually as you can and you can only hope this man is wondering how you happen to know so much about one of his Agents.

"Unless I'm speaking to Spencer Reid, I want my lawyer." You snap, leaning back. You know Spencer won't talk to you, and unless they have physical proof you're guilty of something they'll have to let you go.

Check mate.

//

Spencer couldn't ignore the questioning glances from his fellow teammates even if he'd wanted to. He watched you lean back in your chair from the other side of the one way glass, what are the chances that you are wrapped up in this case? You of all young petite blonde women in the metro area. The world was fucking with him, it had to be.

"She a friend of yours?" Derek's voice was the first to cut through the silence.

"No." One word answers were the safest route, the shortest diction would give little time for them to draw information out of the way Spencer was speaking. There was a tremble in his tone, he knew there was. Spencer prided himself for having little to no baggage behind him, but of all unopened suitcases- his previous relationship with you was the largest one.

"Really? Cause she seems to know a lot about you." Derek said, his eyes fixed on Spencer. The tension in the room was palpable, and suddenly it felt hard for Spencer to breathe let alone compose himself. After shoving free from the small viewing room, Spencer found it a lot easier to exist without the scrutinizing gazes of his coworkers.

"You hear her?" It was Hotch, with a patiently guarded expression on his face. Spencer and drugs wasn't an uncommon problem, although in the past his poison of choice was dilaudid. Now there's a string of drug related murders and a possible junky who seems to know a lot about him.

"Yeah, from before the Bureau." Spencer clarified quickly, and Hotch honestly looked the tiniest bit relieved.

"Think you could talk to her, she's made it obvious she won't talk to any of us." Hotch said, and from the tension building in Spencer's shoulders he can tell there's some bad blood between the two of you. Spencer took a deep breath before taking all of those unresolved emotions and forcefully shoving them down. Deep, deep down. It's time to do a job, there's a missing woman who needs to be saved.

//

When that door opened again, you thought you'd won. You thought they were coming to begrudgingly release you. Instead you were met by the big doey eyes of Spencer Reid, your first and last love. All the air was stolen from your lungs in an instant, the memories flood back and you can't stop them. The anger rises then, this is the first time you've seen him since he left you. The one person you trusted not to leave you did, he left like everyone leaves you. Like your parents left you. He's very clearly all business, his face hardly giving anything away as he swiftly reached down to unlock the handcuffs around your wrists. If you wanted to walk away from this without your heart getting broken you needed the upper hand.

"Heya baby." You smiled, you hoped that maybe it would disarm him. At least a little, but when you looked at him all you saw was a stoic and focused expression. Nothing? Really?

"I need to ask you a few questions Miss Y/L/N." Spencer's voice was controlled, even in tone. His voice... God his voice could bring you right to tears. You could still hear him saying how much he loved you with that stupidly angelic voice of his. Spencer was very quickly taking control of the situation and you did not like that at all.

"You know you can ask me anything, there's no secrets between us right Spence?" You leaned forward on your elbows, trying desperately to ignore the throbbing in your wrists. One of Spencer's biggest giveaways is eye contact, when he's upset or feels guilty he'll avoid looking into your eyes. You turn your gaze up to meet his, but once again you're completely disarmed to see him unabashedly looking into your eyes like it isn't a problem at all. Either Spencer has amnesia and forgot who you were, or what happened between you two doesn't hurt him like it hurts you. You refuse to believe it's the latter, he just forgot. Definitely forgot. Somehow he must have forgot.

"Nina Fredricks, have you ever seen her?" He slid a photo in front of you, you recognize her as the woman who was most recently kidnapped. Most recently being 12 hours ago so chances of her still being alive are unfortunately slim. You nibble on your lower lip, come to think of it you actually might have seen her.

"Yeah, saw her at Winchell's, little coffee shop on the corner of 5th? You remember right Spence? You used take me there all the time, I loved giving you head under the table." You smirk, but it quickly falters. Whatever training he went through must have stripped him of all emotion and turned him into a machine. Built only to solve cases and do nothing else. That wasn't the case however, you just didn't know how good Spencer is at compartmentalizing his emotions. He could only imagine the looks on his coworkers faces upon hearing you say that, at least he can just say you were lying to try and illicit some sort of reaction from him. They don't have to know that you totally used to slip under the table and swallow his cock in a diner full of people. They don't know about that side of him, and Spencer doesn't plan on changing that.

"When?" He presses on with the interview, and surprisingly you're forthcoming with information when you're speaking to Spencer. Even after all this time, he has this annoying power over you. This innate ability to get you to do whatever he wants you to, although you would prefer him to use this special ability in the bedroom. No! No you have to eradicate thoughts like that, Spencer hurt you worse then anyone else ever has. He hurt you worse because he made you think he was going to stay, and then he didn't.

"Few nights ago, she looked really messed up though. Winchell threw her out, definitely doped up on something. Before you ask, no I didn't see where she went." You sigh, finally giving up flashing Spencer the all too familiar 'you win' look. Usually a victorious grin stretches across his face, but not this time. Those times are over.

"Did you see anybody with her?" You're not entirely surprised that Spencer isn't writing any of this down, that stupid eidetic memory. You're fooling yourself if you think he forgot what happened, Spencer never forgets anything. Ever.

"Every detail matters."

You genuinely try to remember if anybody was with Nina, and while you didn't see anyone you remember shortly after she left the diner there was this horrible screeching sound. "After Nina left I heard what sounded like tires screeching on the street. Never saw a car though."

"Thank you Miss Y/L/N, is there anything else you can remember about that night? Anything that sticks out?" After a few moments of quiet contemplation, you shake your head.

"Am I free to go?" You ask quietly and Spencer shakes his head.

"Unfortunately we're going to have to keep you in protective custody. We'll move you to a more comfortable room, but you'll need to stay in the precinct."

"But why? I'm not a drug addict-"

"You are exactly this killers type, and we don't know if looking a certain way is more important or if being a drug addict is when it comes to him choosing his victims." Spencer explains simply, his mouth moving a mile a minute as he stands. When he turns his eyes back on you, you realize he's waiting for you to follow him. You stand and follow him out of the cold interrogation room to a comfier waiting room. It has a table and chairs, vending machine and a big plush couch.

"You can stay in here, we'll let you know when it's safe to go home." Spencer says, and this is when you finally catch the crack in his façade. His eyes flicker away from yours, trying to disguise the waver in his voice, the desperation to vacate the room as quickly as he can. But now that you've seen him break, even a little, you're going to crack him wide open. You won't let it go that easily.

"Spencer?" Your voice is soft, with an innocent drawl that Spencer can't resist. He turns his head to look at you, swallowing thickly when his eyes meet yours.

"You do remember me don't you? Once upon a time we were in love." You see the rest of his coworkers trying and failing to look like they're not listening. But it's not like you care if they do, Spencer will though but luckily his back is to the door. After a few moments of tense silence, he finally speaks.

"Of course." It's not the answer you were hoping for but it's an admission, which is more then you were getting earlier.

"Do you miss me Spencer? Miss me in bed next to you?"

"W-Well I-"

"Do you miss when I used to cook your favorite dinner every night when you came over? Do you miss how I loved you unconditionally?" Your voice was steadily growing more hostile, and you knew there were tears building in your eyes. This has all been building up for so long you know you can't stop it now.

"Y/N-"

"Do you miss being able to fuck me whenever the hell you want? Is that what you miss the most Spencer? You must not miss me that much because when you left I didn't even get a fucking call! You didn't even say goodbye, you just left!" You were yelling now, with tears streaming down your face. Spencer had slyly shut the door by now, he knew this was going to happen the second he saw you. He wished he could help you understand why he had to leave the way he did. He was trying to protect you, and he still firmly believes he's protecting you. Look what happened to Haley, what happened to Maeve. Spencer loved Maeve and he lost her like Hotch lost Haley, and Spencer can't lose you. Not you. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if something happened to you.

"Please try to understand-" You never even let him get close to finishing his thought.

"Understand what? Leaving me? You said you loved me! How could you love me and then leave me alone? While I was pregnant!" Your hands flew to your mouth, you honestly never planned on telling him that. Spencer's eyebrows rose high in the air, and you can tell you just knocked the wind out of him. Spencer's hand reached back for the door handle, "pregnant?"

"Spencer I'm sorry I didn't mean to tell you that way." You tried to explain, and despite the fact that he'd abandoned you, you were dead terrified of him leaving again now that he was stood in front of you.

"Do I have a child you never told me about?" His voice is shaky, afraid. Now you can see all his coworkers heavily invested in your conversation.

"N-No, I...I got rid of it." You said softly, watching the mix of emotions swirl across his face. When his trembling palm curls around the door handle you launch forward to grab at his arm.

"I'm sorry, please don't leave. Not again-" But he's pulling his arm free from yours and turning out of the room, nearly slamming the door behind him.

//

Spencer ignored the questions, he ignored the looks. His legs gave out somewhere near one of the couches. He stared ahead numbly, trying to make sense of what you'd just told him. Trying to somehow wrap his head around the terror of you being pregnant and then the grief of the lost possibility all at the same time. By now, JJ and Rossi had shooed everyone away from Spencer. Which he was immensely grateful for, the only thing he wanted now was to be alone. Completely and entirely alone.

Pregnant.

The word kept replaying like a scratched record, screeching in his ears every time he closed his eyes. Spencer pressed the balls of his palms into his eyes when he heard the distinct sound of footsteps approaching him. Whoever it was, he already wished they would go away.

"Damn Kid, I didn't expect you to date such a spitfire." Derek joked as he sat down, doing what he can to ease the tension. Spencer didn't even bother looking up at him, his head stubbornly lowered and his gaze locked on the ground. Derek racked his brain for something adequate to say, but what was there to say? How could Derek find a way to make this right? Spencer just found out you were pregnant with his child and that you'd got an abortion all in the same 10 seconds. It was a lot to process.

"You gotta talk to her Spence." Derek's voice was less humorous this time. Spencer wrung his hands nervously, his eyes finally lifting to meet Derek's. A sharp shake of his head and a flash of the tears in his eyes and Spencer stands, wiping his eyes with the backs of his hands. Time to get back to work. Someone has to talk to you, Derek can't stand of someone crying by themselves like that.

"It's not really my place-" JJ tried to argue as Derek stood in front of her.

"Someone needs to talk to her, and Spencer isn't going to." Derek said, rubbing a hand down his face as his eyes flickered back to Spencer. Who was currently throwing himself headfirst into the geographic profile of the killer they're looking for, because maybe if he works hard enough the rest of the entire world will just disappear. Maybe if Spencer keeps working and does nothing else you'll just vanish from that room and he won't have to deal with this. It's not that Spencer wants you to go away, the opposite actually but there isn't room in his life for you anymore. It's not safe. Spencer would rather be alone for the rest of his life then put you in danger because he's lonely and misses you.

"Alright, fine. But only for Spence." JJ says, jabbing a finger in Derek's direction before reluctantly heading towards the room you're in. She glances back at Spencer, who has become consumed by the map in front of him. JJ can always tell when something is bothering him, he has physical giveaways. The way his shoulders are rigid as he scribbles something on the whiteboard, the furrow in his brow that lets her know that while he's working on something, his mind is elsewhere. The tremble in his palm from trying so hard to hold everything back, everything he doesn't want anyone else to see. To someone that doesn't know Spencer, he looks perfectly composed, his attention and focus completely on his work. JJ knows him well enough to know that his mind, and heart are sitting tattered in this waiting room on the couch next to you.

JJ creaks the door open, flashing you a smile that makes you absolutely hate her guts. Spencer probably has some puppy love crush on her, she's beautiful. Long blonde hair, slender body, stunning smile. Everything you're not.

"Hi I'm Special Agent Jennifer Jareau, but you can call me JJ." The way she's looking at you lets you know that she came in here to try and understand. You're not in the mood to talk to her or anybody else in this stupid building except for Spencer. You want to hate him so bad but you can't. You can't because of how much you fucking love him. The bastard.

"Look I know you're probably not all that excited to talk to me-"

"I want Spencer." You snap, and by the look on her face you can tell she isn't surprised that you said that. JJ chewed on the inside of her cheek, how does she say that Spencer doesn't actually want to talk to you?

"Dr. Reid is needed elsewhere right now, but I'm willing to talk if you need to."

"You don't have to lie Agent Jareau. I know he doesn't want to see me, he's doing that thing where he pretends to work on something while secretly obsessing over something else." You say casually, and the fact that you can pick Spencer apart so easily is somewhat off-putting to JJ. But that could be her unrequited crush on him shining through, deep down JJ doesn't like that some other woman knows Spencer better then she does. While you'd love to sit here and wallow in your misery, a much worse idea strikes you then. If you can't talk to Spencer why not fuck with the woman who's clearly in love with him.

"And the little twitch in his fingers, the slight clench in his jaw. See that? He keeps rolling his shoulders back," while everything you were saying isn't a lie- it's guaranteed to annoy her. JJ stayed quiet, she hated that she didn't know what the goddamn twitch in his fingers meant.

"He's tense, but there's more. He can't stand still, keeps shifting from foot to foot. It's driving you crazy that you don't know why he's doing that." You laugh as her annoyed eyes flash to yours for a second before settling on Spencer again.

"You're a profiler, you can't figure it out? That doesn't surprise me, you've probably never considered the fact that Spencer has an unusually high sex drive." Your words completely stun her, and JJ's cheeks flush profusely.

"It means he's horny." You say casually, leaning back against the couch. You love the blush on her cheeks, and the fact that she's clearly biting her tongue to avoid saying something rude. You love that you got under her skin, and yes you're aware that you're a bad person. Now that you've said it, JJ can't get it out of her damn head. Spencer is horny. Spencer isn't a virgin. The thought of Spencer having sex makes JJ feel a sick turning in her gut. She was happy believing Spencer was a virgin, believing that nobody has gotten to experience that side of him yet. Happy to believe that he was untouched, but apparently that was not the case. Now that the illusion has been shattered, JJ feels as though the jagged pieces of it are cutting into her, and she knows you enjoy watching her bleed.

"Trust me, I know just what to do to relieve the tension, I know how to get him off quick. Do you?" You smile as you let your eyes shamelessly drag down his slender frame.

"You're only saying this because you want to control the conversation, and you hate that I see him everyday. That I can talk to him whenever I want, about whatever I want. You wouldn't lash out if you didn't feel intimidated." JJ says calmly, rendering you just as speechless as she was moments ago. The pain that was sent stabbing into your heart caused you to recoil back from JJ, trying to hide your misty eyes from hers. You can't let her know that she's winning.

"Look, we can both get nasty all we want but that's not why I'm here. I just want to help." JJ says sincerely, but you still don't budge. JJ taps her fingers against the wood of the table, thinking about leverage she can use to get you to talk to her.

"Spencer fell in love again." JJ says finally, and this time you turn your gaze up to look at her. You push your emotions down, no matter how much it hurts to hear her say that. Who is she? Are they still together?

"If you want to know more about her, then I suggest you talk to me. An answer for an answer, fair?" You can see her trying to bait you, and damn her because it's working.

"Fine." You grumble, leaning back fully against the couch. Your eyes catch Spencer's for a second when he turns to face the table, presumably looking for a map you remember being on the right side. You point to the right side of the table and Spencer looks nothing but annoyed when he follows your direction and finds what he's looking for. He hates that he functions better as a person when you're around.

"What's the deal with you and Spence?" JJ asks, and there is a lot to unpack with that question.

"Gonna have to be more specific." You say with a shrug, your eyes hesitantly meeting hers.

"How long were you two together?"

"2 years 8 months." You answer without pausing, causing her eyebrows to raise. JJ didn't expect you to remember down to the month, it's been years since you and Spencer were together. That's not a short fling like JJ originally thought, that's a substantial amount of time.

"What's her name?" You ask, desperate to get information on this mystery woman who has stolen Spencer from you.

"Her name was Maeve." Was. You don't miss how she says was instead of is.

"Why do you hate Spencer?" JJ looked like she cared, but you know it's not you she cares about. She's in here to try and protect Spencer in some way, she's acting like you're the villain.

"I don't hate him. He abandoned me. Just packed up and left, no note, no goodbye. Haven't heard from him since." You snap, hating the amount of emotion that was in your voice. JJ's eyebrows furrow, that's just so unlike Spencer. He's not cruel, he's never been cruel but that...is cruel. You see a look flash across her face.

"Sweet boy isn't as sweet as he seems." You say softly, folding your arms over your chest.

"He must have had a good reason." JJ insists, her eyes landing on Spencer's back as he continues to map out the hunting grounds of the killer. You know he's just wasting time to avoid coming back in here. Spencer is a certifiable super genius, he finished mapping it out a while ago. He's just pretending he hasn't finished yet.

"Spence still with her? Maeve." Her name felt like poison on your tongue, and JJ slowly shook her head.

"She died in front of him, really tore him up." Your heart cracks a little bit at her words, you can't imagine how hard that must have been for him. You see JJ open her mouth to ask something else when the door opens, and a man with darker skin pokes his head in.

"JJ? Reid found him, we gotta go." As soon as he arrived, he's gone with JJ hot on his heels. She sends you a smile before she rushes out of the room, and you see Spencer following her path out. They're going to arrest a murderer who has an arsenal of weapons at his disposal.

"Spencer! Y-You can't go, it's not safe!" You blurt from the doorway, and he pauses. His eyes find yours as he holsters his pistol, an unreadable expression on his face.

"It's my job." And that's all he says before he disappears out of the precinct, leaving you once again.

//

You couldn't quell the anxiety turning in your gut, you're not sure how to exist while Spencer is out there hunting a murderer. You wished that you could turn off the part of your brain that's still so damn attached to him, but no matter how hard you try you can't silence your heart as it calls for him. You're not sure you could survive the constant fear of losing him if you ever ended up with him again, this life is too much for you to take. Maybe he knew that all those years ago when he left you the first time, Spencer always could see right through you. Maybe he left because he knew staying would only lead you to live a life of constant fear, maybe he was trying to protect you. Either way the reasons don't matter anymore because he left, and nothing can change how badly that hurt you.

"Does it normally take this long?" You ask a passing officer, who in turn shrugs before continuing on his path. You feel like you're going to explode or vomit, or both. It's been over 2 hours, should it be taking this long? What if he got shot? What if he's dead right now and you're sitting here with your damn thumb up your ass worrying about him like a useless housewife? Feeling useless, that's what you hate the absolute most. Knowing there's nothing you can do to stop a bullet on it's trajectory to his heart.

"Spence, are you sure you're okay?" You hear a flurry of voices and when his name graces JJ's lips you're pushing out of the room. Your eyes find him instantly, and then travel to his palm which is pressed tightly to his neck. His bleeding neck. You feel your heart rate spike, hammering like the hooves of wild horses as you move without thinking about it. Before you even understand that you've moved, you're stood in front of him. Your eyes try to scan his neck for wounds but his palm covers the location the blood is coming from.

"C'mere." You grab his wrist and yank him back towards where you saw a first aid kit earlier. Luckily your 2 and a half years of nursing school taught you how to stitch a wound and perform basic first aid. Spencer offers no resistance as you yank him to a back corner of the precinct, pushing him to sit down. You grab the first aid kit, slowly prying his hand from his neck. Your eyes mist at the wound, it's a bullet wound. Looks old though, there's scarred tissue. This had to have happened a few weeks ago at least. You see the thin line of the scar, the middle section seems to have opened up again.

"You didn't wait long enough for this to heal." You scold gently, not missing how his eyes watch you with an intensity smoldering in them. You miss the way he used to look at you, the way he's looking at you right now. You miss being the center of his whole world, you scoff. Look how easy it was for him to walk away from you. You threat a needle to stitch the center of his wound shut again, and when you look for numbing cream you discover that there isn't any.

"Spence, there isn't any- I can't find the numbing..." Your voice trails off as you begin to yank things out of the first aid kit to search for the numbing cream. Spencer's hand catches your wrist and it's only just now that you realize you're trembling.

"It's okay. I'll be fine." He settles back against the chair he's sitting in, turning his head to reveal his neck to you. You hesitate, the Spencer you remember had a very low pain threshold. All of a sudden he's expecting you to stitch him up with no numbing agent?

"Y/N, I can handle it." Spencer says again, his voice firmer than before. You swallow a lump in your throat before reaching forward to begin stitching. You press the needle against his neck, eyeing him to gauge his reaction as you puncture his skin to make the first thread. To your surprise he hardly flinches, a small quirk in his lip is the only giveaway that he's in pain. Is this the same man that got squirmy getting a shot? That would shy away from the needle? Now he's sitting here letting you stitch him up without moving a muscle, without even flinching? The more time you spend with him the more proof you get that this isn't the same Spencer that left you all those years ago.

"How did it happen?" You ask, wondering how he could have survived a gunshot to the neck. He shifts uncomfortably.

"Got shot, two inches away from hitting my jugular." Spencer says it so casually, but you're so stunned that you halt your movements for a moment.

"How many times have you been shot?" You ask, your voice hoarse. Is him getting shot a common occurrence?

"Twice. Also got shot in the leg." The casual way Spencer talks about it almost convinces you it isn't a big deal. But it is. It's a bullet ripping through his body, and it's happened to him on two separate occasions. You finish stitching and bandaging him up, your hands moving away from him as soon as you can.

"Thank God you went to nursing school or I'd be six feet under." He jokes. You know he's kidding but still, the thought of it makes you feel lightheaded.

"Don't say stuff like that." You snap softly, and you know Spencer can see the fear and vulnerability in your eyes. You hesitantly steal a glance up at him once he's stood up only to find he's already looking at you. You shy away from his intrusive gaze, and you could practically feel him probing at your mind. Reading your thoughts as if they were written down for him. You hate that he can always tell what you're thinking, you hate that it was so easy for him to read you. Like a damn book. You have to fight the urge to reach out and grab his hand, it's what you always did when you felt lost or unsure. Spencer was always there to ground you and bring your mind back out of your thoughts.

"Miss Y/L/N?" You hear JJ's voice gently interrupt you two. You shoot away from Spencer as though you were doing something scandalous. He doesn't move an inch.

"Yes!" You blurt a little too loudly, suddenly flustered being so close to him. Why does your sharp tongue always leave you when you need it?

"You're clear to go home."

"I can take her." Spencer speaks up before JJ has a chance to offer, and she knew he would. You swallow a nervous lump in your throat, your palms shaking.

//

The SUV has dark tint, you weren't expecting that. The second you sat back in the plush leather seat your mind flew to lewd thoughts of you leaning over the center console, Spencer's hand in your hair as he helps you take his cock in your mouth. You steal one glance at Spencer, his right hand holding the steering wheel loosely. Your cheeks heat up as you glance down between his legs, get ahold of yourself.

"The address is-"

"I remember." You knew he would. That damn eidetic memory ensured that he never forgot anything. It broke your heart a little, because some naïve part of you was hoping he remembered because it meant something to him. You hoped he remembered the way to your house because he didn't want to forget, because forgetting it meant forgetting you. But you know the reality, you know that he remembers because he has no choice but to remember. His memory is too good to allow him to forget anything, even if it was something he wanted to forget. You're grasping at straws and you know you are, holding onto that foolish notion that Spencer still held onto the memories. That he still held onto the gifts you gave him, crying softly in the night like you did sometimes.

"JJ told me about Maeve." You say softly into the silence, and you saw Spencer swallow thickly out of the corner of your eye. "I'm so sorry you lost her Spence."

"Thank you." He honestly wasn't expecting you to say that, to acknowledge the pain. Because acknowledging the pain meant that you knew he loved her. He did love her. But it was a different love then the love he feels for you. It was special, but so are you. You're special too.

"Have you...dated anyone else?" Spencer can't help but ask as he subconsciously continues the drive to your house. A drive he's committed to his memory, a drive he never wants to forget. You shift to look at him, there were a few you dated. You know when you tell Spencer about them that it'll drive him crazy.

"Tony Anderson." You say and just like you thought, Spencer groans deeply. Spencer detests Tony, they were practically mortal enemies when he still lived in Las Vegas.

"Tony? Seriously?" His tone is incredulous as his grasp on the steering wheel tightens ever so slightly.

"He was a good fuck at least." You know you shouldn't wind him up, but he hurt you for Christ's sakes. He deserves a little bit of pain too. Spencer flinches, a look of anger and something else simmering in his eyes.

"Please tell me you didn't have sex with Tony."

"Why does it matter?" You shouldn't enjoy upsetting people as much as you do. But there's still a small part of you that's convinced that Spencer deserves this.

"Because I can't live with the fact that somebody else has gotten to feel that perfect cunt of yours, let alone Tony." His crude words take you by surprise, and you can't fight the gasp that escapes your mouth.

"Well before you start digging your grave, relax. I never had sex with Tony." You decide to put him out of his misery, and you see the relief physically flood his body. You lean against the window, the next admission from you will leave the air heavier in it's wake.

"I've never slept with anyone but you Spence." You realize it's been a long time since you've seen Spencer let alone had sex with him but you could never bring yourself to sleep with someone else. It's not as though the opportunity never presented itself, you had plenty of chances to have sex with someone else. But you couldn't because there's still a stubborn part of you that doesn't want to betray Spencer.

"Really? Why?" Apparently this revelation surprised him.

"Because no matter where you go I will always belong to you." You snap without thinking, blinking tears from your eyes as you avoid his gaze. Spencer fell silent then, and you know he feels guilty. Probably because he's slept with someone else in the time since he's been with you.

"I know you have and it's fine I'm not trying to-"

"I haven't." Spencer corrects instantly, his eyes meeting yours through the darkness of the SUV. If he could see you he would see the look of utter surprise on your face. It's not as though Spencer was an overly sexually ambitious person when you dated, but you figured he probably slept with at least one person. "I haven't slept with anybody else either."

"I know someone that wants to though." You grumble without thinking, your mind drifting to JJ and the obvious crush she thinks isn't obvious. Spencer tilts his head in a way that resembles a confused puppy, you resist the urge to ruffle his hair.

"Who?"

"Agent Jareau." As soon as the name slips past the threshold of your lips, Spencer's jerks the wheel in surprise. You see a dark blush color his cheeks as his other hand reaches up to steady the wheel.

"J-Jennifer? No way! She's my best friend." You nearly laugh at his flustered state, and normally you would push it a little further but you decide to let it go. You don't want to completely destroy the way he sees her, you know you already destroyed the way she sees him.

"You have no idea what a catch you are Spencer." You tell him as you unbuckle your seatbelt, getting ready to exit the SUV. Spencer reaches over and places a warm hand on your wrist to stop you from leaving, his eyes searching yours for an answer he isn't sure you have.

"Come in?" You ask hopefully, you're not ready for him to leave again. Damnit why did he have to turn up again after so long? You were just starting to think that maybe you could move on and find someone new. You were finally starting to feel okay, and then Spencer reappears and turns your entire world upsidown all over again. Deep down you know that nobody will ever compare to Spencer Reid, and you don't want them to. You don't want anyone to be like Spencer, you want him to be his entirely own person. It's what you love the most about him, is his ability to be himself no matter where he is or who he's with. All of his little quirks, the things about himself that he doesn't notice but you do.

"Yeah." His answer comes across as an exhalation of breath, and you try to hide how excited you are. You want to hold on to any moment you can, stolen moments that you take as you please with no regret whatsoever.

"Nothing has changed." Spencer muses once you unlock the front door and push inside the darkened living room. You blush, admittedly nothing about your small townhouse has changed. It's all basically the exact same as when Spencer saw it last. You rub a hand down your arm as Spencer's eyes go wandering. Trailing over the curtains he remembers hastily pulling closed to protect your decency on more than a few occasions. His gaze then travels to the couch, all those movie nights you two spent curled up together. Or when he got you into Star Trek and you couldn't stop watching it. Pain stabs his chest for a moment, it's hard to remember everything he had to let go of to get the job he has now.

"I miss you too, you know." Spencer says off-handedly. It takes you by surprise, the sureness in his tone is jarring. He sounds so comfortable admitting when he's vulnerable, it's never been easy for you to be vulnerable with him. Maybe that's part of the reason he left, maybe you drove him away by shutting him out. His eyes meet yours, a look so soft in his eyes it feels as though his gaze is caressing your skin. You bite your bottom lip to keep the emotions at bay, what is it about this man that makes you so emotional?

"I never said I missed you." You try to snap, to add an edge to your tone. But instead it came out watery and broken, and in turn Spencer reached up to swipe away a falling tear.

"But you do." You can't even deny it, it's obvious.

"Damn you Spencer Reid, I was finally starting to feel okay again." You cry softly, curling your arms towards your chest in an attempt to shrink away from him. He cups your cheeks in his palms, turning your face up towards him.

"I wasn't." He admits before his lips are on yours, and it's not frenzied and desperate like you've been picturing all these years. It's slow and calculated, soft and passionate. Firm but with a tenderness that makes your knees buckle from the gravity of it. Spencer's fingers card into your hair, pulling your head closer to his. He nips at your lower lip, his arms crushing you against his chest. You throw yourself into him, your arms holding him as tightly as you possibly can. Afraid that if your vise grip loosens, even for a second, that he'll slip through your fingers like trying to hold onto water. You almost don't want to let your eyes close, you don't want him to disappear again.

"I missed you, I miss you-" You gasp against his lips, grabbing fistfuls of his dress shirt. Spencer continues to move his lips languidly against yours, backing you against the wall. His hand ghosts down your side to the hem of your shirt, his fingers toying with it.

"O-Off." You beg, and in an instant Spencer is pulling your shirt over your head. His eyes land on your bare chest, shocked that he almost forgot that you never really wear a bra. His hands curl around your back, drawing your chest up into his awaiting lips. His mouth curls around your hardened nipple, your hand flying into his hair from the contact.

"Is this a dream? Please tell me you're really here Spencer." You beg, almost becoming lost in the emotions again. His eyes flutter up to meet yours, his mouth reluctantly leaving your nipple. He brushes his lips over yours, his hand trailing down your stomach towards the waistband of your leggings.

"This is real, I'm here baby. I'm home." Hearing those words was too much, and you launch yourself into his chest as the first tear trickles down your cheek. Your lips press sloppily to his, the kiss messy and wet as his hand slides into your leggings. His fingers find your wet slit in an instant, desperately parting your lips to slide a lithe finger into you. Your body reacts to him instantly, in a way that surprises you. Almost as though it too was crying out for him, keening into him and begging for his touch as much as your mind is. Spencer hauls one of your thighs up to hook around his waist as he presses another finger into you. You cry out softly into the quiet air, accompanied only by the labored breathing fanning across your face.

"I need to feel you, I- I need-" You can barely get the words out as he steadily pumps his fingers into you. His mouth on yours silences your desperate pleading, his chest firmly pressing your back into the wall. You missed being able to feel him and you hate that you forgot what it feels like to have his body on yours. It's been so long you forgot what the sting of his cock feels like. What it feels like when you stretch wide open around him, to feel like you're being ripped in two. Spencer continues his pace, his thumb rolling your clit to provide the extra stimulation you're missing. It's not enough to satisfy you, but its enough for you two cum. Which you do. You gush around his fingers as you gently come undone, your back arching into him.

"Please," You beg wantonly, curling your other leg around his waist as his hands hook underneath your thighs. Spencer's lips press against yours, moving slowly against your own. You know now that you will never stop loving Spencer, and that he's completely ruined you for life. You'll never be able to love anybody else without your heart wandering back to him. But then again, you don't really mind because you don't want to be with anybody else. You don't want to love anybody else. You just want him, only him. He pushes into your room, walking the entirety of the way with his eyes closed and his mouth pressed against yours. He has the layout of your house mapped out in his head? He never even bumped into anything until he was dropping you unceremoniously on the bed.

"Tell me what you need, I'll give you whatever you want." Spencer husks against you, hovering above you. Your fingers are already unbuttoning his shirt before you even have the chance to respond to him. You know instantly what you want, what you need from him.

"I want all of you, give me everything." You plead, your lips practically chasing his as he kneels up over you. He's being soft tonight, and that's something you appreciate greatly. You need to feel his love, you need to feel everything you know he can't quite put into words. His hands are shaking as he undoes the button and zipper of his dress slacks before kicking them off the edge of the bed. You stare up at his naked body, looking as though it's been sculpted by the Gods specifically for you. Spencer smiles softly at you as he pulls your leggings down your legs, leaving little nips and kisses on your inner thighs as he goes.

"Hurry." You groan, nearly clawing at his bare shoulders to pull him back up to you. Spencer chuckles at how eager you are, watching with interested eyes as the head of his cock breaches your folds. You reluctantly stretch open as he continues his intrusion, his fists curling tightly around the sheets. Christ you weren't lying about not sleeping with anyone else, you're so tight it's making him feel a little lightheaded. Inch by inch Spencer presses into you, his forehead resting against yours once his pelvis is sitting flush against yours. Sure, you've had sex with hi before but never have you felt this connected to him. Spencer sits like a gentleman and lets you adjust to his size, trying to take a few deep breaths himself. It's hard to breathe with your heat sucking him in with a vice grip.

"Can I move?" You're surprised by how collected his voice is, but the furrow of his brow is a giveaway that he's losing the battle to stay stock still inside you.

"Yes, please." You moan, unashamed. Spencer gently draws his hips back, pulling himself nearly all the way out before swiftly sliding back into your inviting cunt. He sets the pace slow and deep, his hands reaching up to lace through yours. Every time the head of his cock nudges that spot deep inside you, you can feel your toes curl. Your head slams back against the pillows, unable to keep your gaze on him any longer. You feel yourself becoming one with him, and you wish you could capture this moment somewhere other then just in your minds eye. Your memory is nowhere near as good as Spencer's, he'll be able to recall every detail of this moment up until the day he dies. But over time, this memory will fade for you. It'll wear out, all the details becoming fuzzy and blurred. If he's not here in front of you, you'll forget and you don't want to forget.

When the night draws to a close, and the moon has reached its peak, Spencer slips carefully out of bed. It chisels away pieces of his heart as he carefully gets dressed, reaching for his go bag which he'd brought inside upon realizing that he'd be staying a while. He pulls out a t-shirt he'd worn recently and leaves it folded neatly at the end of your bed, something for you to hold onto when he's gone. Spencer's cheeks are wet with tears as he leans over and presses a kiss to your head.

"I love you." Is the last thing he whispers in the space between you two before he's gone again.

//

On the jet, Derek can't keep his eyes off Spencer and that helplessly broken look on his face. A book is laid nestled in Spencer's lap, but Derek can tell he isn't really reading it. Trying to bother Spencer into opening up probably won't work, but it's worth a try. Derek has to do something and this is all he can think of.

"You okay kid?"

"Yeah fine, why?" Spencer draws his eyes up from the book, his gaze meeting Derek's from across the table. While Spencer might be a talented actor, he can't lie to Derek.

"Look I know how hard it must have been leaving her again-"

"Did you know that on average the FDA allows a minimum of 1 rodent hair per 100 grams of peanut butter? They have to allow themselves room for error just in case of-"

"Alright you win, forget it." Derek sighs, turning his gaze out the window. In an instant Spencer drops his peanut butter spiel, turning back to his book. A guaranteed way to get people off his back is to start rambling about something boring or gross, they usually leave him alone pretty quickly. It's not that Spencer doesn't appreciate Derek's concern, he just doesn't want to talk about it. He can't talk about it, because every time he imagines how you're going to feel when you wake up, tears come to the surface of his eyes. He hates this case more than all the rest even though they saved the victim. Spencer hates this case for ripping open an old wound, one he thought healed.

He was wrong.

//

When you wake the next morning you knew he'd be gone. That didn't stop the tears from coming when you reached over and felt cold sheets. That didn't stop the tears from coming when you cried how much you loved him over and over again even though he couldn't hear you. It doesn't change how badly this hurts, how much worse it feels compared to the first time he left. Your eyes catch the shirt folded at the end of the bed and you grab it instantly. You pull it over your body and you lay down in your bed, inhaling his cologne that you know will fade over time. Eventually his scent will disappear, removing all traces that this fabric belonged to him at all. Every trace of him will disappear over time, every mark from your body will slowly vanish. When it's all gone, you'll be left with nothing more than a t-shirt that's too big for you, and a cold reminder that the man you love will never truly be yours. A reminder that every time he comes home, he leaves again.

A cold reminder that this world is cruel for bringing you Spencer Reid, only to rip him from you again and again.

[beyondspaceandstars]

A Simple Housewife

Relationship: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader AU Warnings: non-graphic violence, angst Summary: Mob!AU - A new member starts getting too friendly with you one night, forcing Bucky to show a side of himself you’ve never seen before. And possibly never want to see again.  A/N: in my list of favorite AUs right under soulmate!au is mob!au........idk why i can’t explain it but I love it it’s such good content. and i realized well i can contribute to it as a genre so here I am lmao. (also, for reference, the work contains college-age peter parker - i aged him up fyi)

Masterlist

You liked how you two worked as a team. Bucky liked to hold meetings at your home, and you liked to host them. It was an unspoken agreement every time he’d come home and rattle off who was going to be around the next night.

These instances always sent you into a frenzy, but a good kind of frenzy. It gave you something to do. While a simple housewife per your husband’s request, these events meant you could fill your days planning menus, table settings, wine pairings, grocery shopping… It was therapeutic in some ways and even nicer knowing it would be appreciated.

His men loved to fawn over your perfectly cooked food or premium hand-picked wine and you simply adored it. While it sometimes rubbed Bucky the wrong way seeing you all giggly over compliments from other men, he typically let it slide. It was never very serious and certainly never went beyond sweet comments. You embraced your hosting duties while pretending to ignore the conversations that would go on in the next room after the meal, much to Bucky’s content.

The night had started like any other. Bucky came home the previous day and told you there was going to be a meeting tomorrow night and to expect to host ten of his men. That seemed like such a smaller crowd than he normally had over, so you inquired, curious.

"Only ten?" You asked, already rushing to grab your pen and paper for the planning.

Bucky nodded, leaning against the counter. "Yeah, we’ve got someone new coming on and I don’t want to overwhelm him."

"A new guy?" Your eyes lit up. "You mean someone who hasn’t tasted my lasagna?"

Your husband couldn’t hold back the chuckle at your innocent awe. Moments like these made him wonder how someone so warm could ever deal with someone like him. 

You weren’t totally clueless about his career, you knew at least a general description of what he did for a living, but, on the other hand, you hadn’t ever seen it. You roughly knew there were… multiple sides to him but those all seemed so distant, so pointless, at the time. In this home, with you, he was just Bucky. Your Bucky. Your husband. The one who showered you with love and appreciation.

"Yes, doll," your husband confirmed. "There’s someone who hasn’t had your famous lasagna."

"Wonderful!" You clapped and started writing out the menu. "Are there any requests? I certainly don’t want to mess anything up. God forbid the new guy thinks I’m a bad host or something."

You heard Bucky sigh as you continued making your notes. A hand came to your shoulder softly, halting your actions. You turned to face your husband, who was looking down at you with a soft smile, easing your worries nearly completely.

"Everything is going to be just fine," he said, placing a loving kiss on your forehead. You helplessly melted into the touch. "There’s nothing to worry about."

***

You were running around the kitchen like a mad man when Bucky came home the next night with a couple of men already following behind. He called out to greet you like some cheesy sitcom entrance. You force yourself to halt your panic, knowing it was in your best interest to go greet him and the first guests. Smoothing out your apron, you double-checked nothing would explode in flames upon your absence and made your way to the foyer.

"Hi, honey," you smiled as your eyes landed on your well-dressed, sophisticated-looking husband. For all the time spent together, he never did fail to make you swoon simply by just standing there.

"Hey, doll." Bucky matched your smile and gave you a kiss on the cheek knowing you would stress even more if he dared to smudge your lipstick.

When you two parted, your eyes wandered over your husband’s shoulder to the two men standing in front of the door. The one staring at you two exchanging welcomes you recognized right away as your husband’s right-hand-man Steve. Ever so strong and important looking.

But the boy standing next to Steve was a mystery. He was a bit smaller than them both but still had some height on you. This didn’t take away, though, from this timid look. He gazed around your home seeming so in awe of it all. He didn’t realize you were staring at him until Steve nudged him.

Bucky picked up on your curiosity and immediately jumped into introductions. Motioning towards the boy, "This is Peter. He’s the new member I was telling you about."

"Oh, of course," You smiled, outstretching your hand. Peter accepted the shake, a little on the enthusiastic side. "Very nice to meet you."

"It’s very nice to meet you too, Mrs. Barnes." The boy responded, holding slightly too much eye-contact, but you couldn’t blame him.

Your hands disconnected and you chuckled at the formalities, waving a hand in dismissal. You told him to call you by your first name. "The whole misses thing feels so serious," you insisted.

Peter just smiled, a twinkle in his eyes almost. He seemed to relax at your casualness. After the introductions, you led the men into the front room, offering up drinks and hors d’oeuvres. They helped themselves as you started to make your way back to the kitchen. For some reason, you decided to look back at the group. Your eyes met Peter’s immediately. The other men didn’t seem to notice, engrossed in some conversation as they poured their beverages. You simply smiled at the boy and headed back to the food.

It wasn’t too long after the first arrivals that the rest of the members started arriving. You didn’t have time to personally greet them all but Bucky assured you that was never necessary. You two had your own things to run, he liked to joke.

With everything places — food, silverware, centerpieces — you called the men into the dining room. They oohed and awed at the spread of lasagna, bread, veggies… All food groups were represented, you thought. As predicted, they began praising you for the meal as if it was the first time in their life that they’d ever eaten and it made you giggle. These were some of the toughest people you’d ever known and yet a simple baking dish of pasta and sauce could amaze them.

Once everyone was seated and digging in, you took your seat at the other end of the table, directly across from Bucky. As you began passing around the bread, you surprisingly found Peter sitting next to you.

"They made you sit down at this end?" You asked, handing him the breadbasket. Usually, the members dreaded sitting near the wife. While they were all so kind, in moments like these, they’d rather be at the other end looking so important.

"New guy," Peter shrugged, taking a piece of bread and moving it along.

"I thought this meeting was, like, for you," you said, cutting into the slice of lasagna one of the other men were so kind to serve you.

"No," he shook his head, beginning to eat. "At least that’s not how Mr. Barnes described it. Doesn’t matter, though. It’s just nice to be here."

You smiled, delighted by his optimism, having not seen many new members in your time with Bucky. "I hope the foods okay. I got nervous when Bucky said there’d be someone new coming around."

Peter scoffed as if finding your worry crazy which eased your mind a little. He took another bite of food. "This is easily one of the best meals I’ve had in a long time."

"Thank you, Peter," you said, taking a sip of your wine. Peter copied your motion, looking at you above the wine glass rim as he sipped.

"You did everything, yeah?" He asked, holding his wine while motioning towards the tables and surroundings. "Foods, plates, all of it?"

You nodded, probably coming off a bit more eager than you should’ve, but you couldn’t help yourself. Sure, Bucky’s guests loved to compliment your cooking but no one ever acknowledged the other pieces put into the meal.

"I try to change the table setting every season," you said, "and I like the food to be seasonal, too. There are some lovely markets around and I just adore browsing them… Oh! And the centerpieces, I got the flowers there, too…"

Your rambling died down as you caught Bucky staring at you from the other end of the table. One guy was trying to talk his ear off but he seemed interested in your conversation. Curiously, you started eying your husband back as you picked at your food. His face held an unreadable expression but, eventually, his eyes left yours and were now more focused on the one sitting next to you.

Appearing oblivious, Peter continued the conversation. "Well, I think the flowers are a nice touch," he said. "Pretty flowers picked by a pretty girl."

Your heart skipped a little at that comment. You couldn’t ignore the fact it was quite bold. While you were away of the gazes you got sometimes and the possibility you were talked about behind the scenes but to say it here? At the dinner table? With your husband just in earshot?

But at the same time, you had to consider, he was nice and probably just trying to butter you up hoping for a good word put in with the bossman. There was no doubt people thought they could get to Bucky through you but, in reality, you didn’t stick your hands in any of it. Nope, you just married into it.

Not completely sure how to respond, you simply accepted the compliment, "Well, thank you. That’s very sweet."

Peter smiled at your words, looking a bit proud of himself. You turned back to your plate and tried to eat your meal in silence.

Once everyone was finished, the group started making their way out of the dining room. You shooed them, promising to be out with coffee in a bit.

You were deep into cleaning, having finally carried all the dishes from the dining room to the kitchen when someone entered.

At first, you didn’t explicitly hear them as the faucet was running heavy from your battle of scrubbing dishes. Suddenly, you could sense a presence right behind you at the sink. Turning around, you nearly jumped out of your skin as you came face-to-face with Peter, looking almost amused at scaring you. You were surprised and also… not surprised.

"Sorry," you let out a breathy chuckle. "I didn’t hear you come in."

"That’s okay," he said and motioned towards the dirty plates lining the counter. "Do you need any help?"

"Oh," you frowned. "Shouldn’t you be in the meeting with everyone else?

He shook his head, "Mr. Barnes doesn’t want to start until he’s had coffee."

"Well, you can let him know it’s brewing away," you said, trying to keep your tone serious as you could. You turned back to the sink, praying he got the hint.

He hadn’t, you realized, as Peter came around to stand at your side, leaning against the counter. He stood, arms crossed, watching you.

It was weird — actually, this entire situation was weird. You didn’t think anyone but you or your husband had been in this kitchen before let alone actually know where it was in your home.

Despite how odd you found it, the last thing you wanted to be was rude. You didn’t want to think about what could ensue from your husband losing a guy.

"It’s kind of sad, Mrs. Barnes," Peter crossed his arms, seemingly ignoring your previous request to call you by your first name. You glanced at him, confused. "You’re so kind to do all this and none of them even offer to help you clean up."

"Oh, no, It’s okay-,"

"It’s really sad," He repeated, completely cutting off your attempt at a defense. You frowned and went back to cleaning the plates, praying your attempt to ignore him would encourage him to walk out. There was a weird feeling growing in your gut.

"Such a pretty girl shouldn’t have to do so much," Peter said, softly. "It’s not fair to you."

And that’s when you felt it. His hand slowly came up to rest on your lower back. You immediately tensed under his touch, mind spinning. What the hell had you ended up in? Should you have tried harder to get him out? Gosh, but he seemed so harmless-

His hand started inching upward and then back down, creeping a little lower each time with the motion. With your stance frozen, all you could do was focus on the soapy water in the sink, unsure of your next move. He took the hesitance as a chance to close the gap between you two. A few more shifts and he could have you fully pressed against the sink.

But before you could even ponder about his next move, the swinging kitchen door busted open. You both flinched at the sudden noise but Peter didn’t seem to move. You looked over to find it was Bucky in the doorway, gun drawn and pointed directly at Peter.

Your heart sank when you saw the weapon. Sure, you knew there was weaponry stored in the home but you had never definitely seen it. You could sometimes make out outlines of guns in suit pockets but now you were on the other end of one. While it wasn’t meant for you, with your poor positioning, a single shot and you could be taken down. And by your husband-

"What the fuck are you doing?" Bucky finally spoke, never taking his eyes off the person nearly towering over you. The gun was very steady, just like his words. But everything else about him was unlike anything you’d ever witnessed before. His eyes were dark, his features so harsh. This felt like a man you had never seen before.

"We were just talking," Peter answered. His voice was casual but you could feel a slight tremor in his hand. Or maybe that was just your body shaking uncontrollably. You couldn’t tell. "I offered to help her clean up."

Bucky cocked the gun. "Get your hands off her."

"Honey," you spoke softly, your voice slightly cracking from the tears that were beginning to form. "Please put the gun down."

"Not until he gets his hands off you, doll."

"Bucky, please." He wouldn’t look at you. He was determined to look beyond you and it scared you to death.

"You have five seconds to back away from her," Bucky took a step closer. "Or I’ll be forced to mess up my girl’s lovely kitchen."

You gasped at the sharpness in his voice, the entire darkness of it all. You started begging under your breath, hoping whoever or whatever heard the helpless prayers.

Finally, after what felt like hours to you, Peter stepped away from you. You turned to look back at the copy water where your hands were still submerged. They shook as you removed them and you let out a breath you hadn’t even realized you were holding.

Regaining some composure, you backed away from the sink and turned to your husband. Bucky still had the gun pointed at Peter, completely focused on him. Slowly, you approached him, your hands raised as if surrendering. You just needed to get the gun put away and then you could run to your room for some solitude. Fuck the other people probably oblivious, just relaxing and joking in your front room. This was typical business for them, they probably encountered your husband’s dark demeanor day in and day out, but this was going to take a toll on you.

"Honey, his hands are off of me," you whispered, slowly tiptoeing closer. "Put down the gun."

"He put his hands on you, doll," Bucky was answering you but he somehow sounded so distant, so consumed. "I let someone into this house that was going to do God knows what to you."

"No, no," you shook your head and you meant it. You didn’t think Peter was totally malicious. Just someone with a crush, high off excitement in a new place. "I really don’t think he meant harm."

"You’re too kind," Bucky scoffed. "You’re too kind, too innocent, too naive-,"

He held the gun stronger, seemingly preparing to shoot any second now. You were at the end of your rope with the realization. The waterworks were flowering uncontrollably now.

"James," you said, anger breaking through the tears. He seemed to freeze ever so slightly at your usage of his first name. "You really want to do this in front of your wife?"

Something clicked. You could feel it, you knew it. He didn’t answer and instead slowly lowered the weapon, placing it on the counter. Your husband turned to you. Seeing his opportunity, Peter sped past you two out of the kitchen. Neither of you really registered it. You were staring at one another, watching each other even begin to realize what had happened.

Now you were actually clueless. Were you meant to talk about this? Or did you just deal with it in time? The silence was killer but all your mind could focus on was the coffee machine that had gone silent, telling you it was done brewing. It was such a stupid, random thing to even focus on but you felt like your brain would explode if gave anything else the time of day.

"The coffee is ready for your meeting," you said, pulling off your apron and throwing it on the counter. Bucky watched you as stormed out of the kitchen, looking completely stunned and equally clueless.

You sat at your vanity in the bedroom. Thankfully you were able to avoid the front room, having no desire for anyone to see you in with mascara running down your cheeks.

You furiously scrubbed off your make-up despite it already almost off from the tears. Your emotions were just all over the place at this point. You didn’t know if you were angry, surprised, sad…

Mostly, you realized, you felt dumb. You could parade around being a little housewife, pretending she lived a normal life with a normal husband who had a normal job but that just wasn’t it. That wasn’t your reality in this moment. As much as you knew what his career entailed, seeing it up close like that was a whole new level. You thought you knew. You thought you knew so much.

You were just finishing changing out of your dress when the bedroom door opened. In the mirror, your angry eyes met Bucky’s worried ones. He entered slowly, shutting the door behind him. Part of you was pleased with this situation. He chose to check on you, pausing his meeting, but at the same time, you didn’t know if you could deal with anyone right now.

"How are you doing?" He finally spoke up, voice cutting through the tension.

You scoffed, "I just saw my husband pull a gun on a person in our fucking home."

Bucky shook his head and made his way over to the bed, where he sat at the edge, facing you. He wanted to get at you for swearing but much worse things had happened tonight that he didn’t know the point in it. Bucky never wanted to bring anything like that home.

He didn’t take care of that kind of "business" in this house. The meetings were routine, typically check-ins, but any deals or assignments were handled off the premises in fear of something turning ugly. He just wanted to keep you from that ugly. His sweet, soft wife who got excited over making lasagna and picking apples at the farmer’s market was never meant to be thrown into any of this. Especially not in the kind of way that just went down.

"I didn’t mean for that to happen," Bucky said. You rolled your eyes and turned quickly in your chair to face him. He ignored your attitude. "He had his hands on you. He was practically on top of you. Do you understand that? Please tell me you understand how that would make me angry."

"God, Bucky, you pulled a gun on an unarmed person!" You exclaimed. "I understand you were upset, I completely get that, but what… What was that? Who was that?"

His head tilted, confused, questioning. You shook your head in disbelief. Did he not even realize the mode he went into? The whole other person he seemed to encompass in those few minutes?

"You… you weren’t yourself," you mumbled and averted your gaze to your fingers which were fidgeting, restless. "You were scary. Disconnected. I didn’t know that person."

Bucky didn’t say anything at first. He got up from the bed and walked over to where you were seated at your vanity. He crouched down, trying to get you to look at him. Your heart pounded furiously at his close presence.

"You shouldn’t have seen that," He said. "You shouldn’t have seen any of that, doll."

His hands came to grasp yours. You wanted to pull away but you weren’t fast enough. He gripped your hands firmly as if scared you were going to vanish. Your head was swimming with even more confusion as he avoided your questioning.

"Can you even explain yourself?" You asked, finally looking up at him. Bucky’s worry seemed to have melted away and was replaced by something you once again couldn’t put your finger on.

He shook his head. The grip on your hands got tighter. "You have to understand when things come up I must act accordingly."

You didn’t understand but you had to understand. You knew you did. He was right. While jarring, that other side of Bucky did exist out there and he was probably the reason he could be so successful. And while that was something you could work on accepting, you didn’t want to see it in your home.

But for now, you didn’t want to deal with it. Emotions for you both were running high and there was no telling what could come out of your mouth anymore. You’d come back to it and work it out. There was no way you could avoid it. You didn’t think you could ever be scrubbed clean of what you saw.

"Okay," you mumbled and felt his hold on your hands loosen. "Just… Please don’t bring your work home for the time being. We can discuss this in the morning."

Bucky nodded, running his hand from your hands to your shoulder, lovingly. He mumbled okay and you sighed in relief.

For a second you wanted to just sit there, engrossed in the comfort his touch was bringing, completely and fully enjoy that you had your Bucky back, but then your brain remembered the people downstairs.

"Oh, honey," you said, "the guys are probably waiting for you."

"No," Bucky’s head shook. "I sent them home. You’re more important."

You melted at the words. Yes. Confirmed. Your Bucky was back to you. The man you loved and gave everything. He was putting you first.

"You didn’t need to do that," you mumbled, bashfully. Bucky chuckled at your reaction.

"Of course I did," he insisted. "I was worried. I never wanted you to see that. You didn’t sign up for that."

"No, Bucky, I really didn’t," you shook your head.

He sighed, "And I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you."

You looked down again, suddenly worried you were putting too much guilt on him but at the same time, that felt silly to even consider. You weren’t sure anymore. The day was overwhelming as the minutes continued.

"Could we just go to bed now?"

Bucky removed his hands from your shoulders and stood, allowing you to get out of the chair and make your way to the bed, under the fluffy comforter. Your husband watched, waiting until you were comfortable.

"I’ve got a few phone calls to make but then I’ll come to bed, okay?"

You nodded, eyes shut already halfway into your dream world. You heard Bucky chuckle as he turned out the lights and shut the door quietly.

You lulled yourself to sleep, head still spinning from the earlier acts. The whiplash your husband gave you was starting to catch up but how much more could you think about it? It’d come back and you’d have to deal but for now, you could pretend. At least while you slept, you could go back to putting that distance between yourself and any side of Bucky that wasn’t husband Bucky. For just a bit, you could pretend you didn’t know so much.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

taglist note: i chose not to tag in this work b/c it is an AU and was unsure if people were comfortable with being tagged in such.