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raccoon & friends x sidekick reader

synopsis: headcanons about how i imagine the raccoon & friends would react to having a sidekick! author's note: freedom pals will eventually get their own post :) also, like all my other works this isn't proof read if you see any mistakes no you didn't.

The Raccoon

The way you become his sidekick is probably out of your hands. Since he sees himself as the leader and you as the new kid (which, to be fair, you are), he feels like he has to take you under his wing.

He acts as if it’s a chore, but it is mostly a front. He’s excited to train you, and he genuinely cares about your powers.

Following the events of the game, The Raccoon shows an obvious soft spot for the new kid, and this amplifies when he is “forced” to protect you

The Raccoon doesn’t go on a lot of solo missions that require fighting, he is mostly looking for intel. You are mostly left on guard duty while he steals whatever he was looking for.

He doesn’t like telling you things, but he always caves and tells you anyway. He feels like you listen to him more than the other members, and it’s very obvious he likes you the most. (Similar to how the New Kid gets new classes in the game.)

When, however, the two of you are in battle, he is extremely overprotective. It’s not like you can’t hold your own, he just hates watching you take a punch, which is inevitable. 

You know how in the games characters can be enraged by certain attacks? The Raccoon will hyper focus on the enemy who leaves you bleeding. He doesn’t stop until the enemy is down, so when making battle plans you have to count for his rage.

After battle he will complain about you getting hurt, (“Jeez, if you’re going to stay my sidekick, you need to get better in battle.”) but he won’t let you leave his base without him bandaging you or at least giving you some sort of healing item

Gets jealous if you have to go on a mission without him. Always puts up a fight, that you shouldn’t be without him. Will threaten the superhero you are pairing with for the mission, making them promise to keep a good watch on you. Then will make sure your next mission is with him

Human Kite

Unlike The Raccoon, Human Kite doesn’t even propose the idea of having a sidekick. It’s you who proposes the idea, admitting you think you two make a pretty good team as he is a range fighter where you tend to fight close up.

He’s so flustered that he says yes and then flies off. (He’s so used to people mocking his power/superhero identity that you admitting to admiring him was surprising.)

When Cartman finds out that you asked specifically for Human Kite he tries to persuade you to join him instead; you decline, and Human Kite can’t help but smile at your dedication to being with him.

He takes the role of mentor so seriously. When on missions, you are always in Human Kite’s field of sight. He is always prepared to fly off if the fight is too large for the both of you, but you are too stubborn and will fight anyone who plans to attack.

Constantly is having to heal you on the field. He knows that you aren’t going to die from a few hits, but the guilt of your injuries is heavier now that you are under his protection.

Although, he does agree you two make a good team. You do most of the damage due to the close combat, which allows for Kyle to keep you standing with his healing powers.

He isn’t as dramatic about attacking the enemies that hit you as Cartman is, but will shoot his laser eyes at them at the next opportunity. 

Human Kite is also great for morale. He constantly is motivating you on the battlefield, supporting you as you attack, with small words of encouragement. 

Doesn’t mind if you have to go on missions without him, with your guys’ different skill set and all, but worries so much. Will meet you outside the base to check for any major injuries when you return, scolding you for being so reckless as he wasn’t there to take care of you. 

The Flash

The Flash, similar to Human Kite, has never really desired a sidekick. He always works alone, due to others tending to slow him down. He only really asks for help when it’s dire.

Presuming you are a speedster class hero, he is down to have you on his team! His missions are gaining intel, similar to Cartman’s, and he appreciates sending you on smaller quests that he knows you can tackle due to your similar powers.

Not to say, he wouldn’t accept you if you had selected another class, but there are some downfalls for his main missions. The two of you are a killer duo on the field though, balancing each other's strength and weaknesses 

The Flash always double checks areas before you go in because he knows he can go undetected

After you guys have been working together, anytime he goes on a solo mission he is very aware of how lonely it is. Will go and crack a joke, and only then remembers you aren't there. He gets solo missions done faster, but that doesn't mean he enjoys them

Will race you around for fun! Loves showing off his speed (especially if you aren't a speedster). 

When you're injured and he's forced to carry you back, he speeds up; adrenaline rushing. He hates seeing you injured, and he most likely doesn't carry healing items due to them slowing him down. 

The biggest perk of being his side kick is you are not bound by the limits of the Fastpass. He will take you anywhere (if he isn't busy). The Raccoon complained about this once, but The Flash did not care enough to stop the special treatment. 

Super Craig

Considering he is a brutalist, he'd benefit most from a sidekick who isn't in that class.

However! He did not want a sidekick at first. Unlike Human Kite and The Flash, he saw it as a waste of time. He despised working with people, and would flip the Raccoon off when he tried partnering him up. (Of course, he works with the other heroes. It is also begrudgingly)

So, the first time you ask, he says no. He’s blunt, and doesn’t try to humor you. He has no reason to think you following him around would benefit him in the slightest.

It’s not until he’s in true battle with you – not a small squabble with criminals easily defeated – does he realize how beneficial it is to have you. Where he is often unprepared, you carry items that change the course of the battle, and you willingly share them with him too! You shoot from afar while he’s close-up, and it’s the first time he was thankful someone was there in battle with him.

He has to suck up his pride to reapproach you with the offer, but luckily for him, you don’t torment him with how his backtracking on what he previous said.

He is very silent when you are working together. If you come up with a plan he will follow it, and may even help modify it so it works more efficiently, but he is very quiet on missions. This helps them run smoother; however, after, he is willing to entertain any questions or small talk you have. It may be short responses, but he does enjoy how you fill the once empty night.

Super Craig carried healing items before, due to his close combat nature. However, with working with you, he carries even more. Or, he’ll give you some before you leave on missions so he isn’t weighed down by them. Either way, your health comes before his, and he would not hesitate to give you aid even if he also requires bandaging. 

The Raccoon hates how he has a sidekick. Believes that Craig is the lamest superhero due to his lack of care in concealing his identity. Craig just flips him off anytime he complains, saying that it’s not his fault you didn’t want to work with him.

Mosquito

Mosquito, like the Raccoon, approaches you about it first!

The two of you have been in battle before – especially due to his kryptonite. Despite being charmed and fighting poorly, he can recognize your strength. You have nothing to lose when you are approached with this offer, so luckily for his pride, you say yes.

Despite how he is meant to be making most of the decisions, as comes with the Superhero title, he is always looking for your guidance.

He never makes a choice unless he has thought it out with you. A plan will not be enacted unless he has run it by you and you have done all of the changes you think are necessary.

He also gets extremely nervous when you become injured. He isn’t the strongest hero, and often feels like your sidekick, so seeing you bleeding or limping creates a lot of panic for him.

Mosquito is prone to emotional outbursts – if a mission becomes too stressful, he’s hurt, you’re hurt, it’s late, anything can set him off, really. He needs you to be level-headed, and he would work best with someone who isn’t quick to react emotionally. New Kid in game is often practical, and a similar personality would mesh well for Mosquito.

The Raccoon often sends Mosquito on simpler missions (due to knowing how Mosquito cracks under pressure) but will send you on more complex missions. Mosquito cries so much when you are gone, nervous about what you are doing, if you’re okay. When you return home – after being gone no longer than a day, at the most – he is blubbering in your shoulder that he missed you. He’s very dramatic.

Captain Diabetes

Following along with the game, you are paired up with Captain Diabetes after he is assigned a complex mission.

This isn’t to say he is disappointed! Captain Diabetes is so excited to have you on his team, and takes pride in guiding you along the way.

He is so protective – even if you are technically stronger than he is. He won’t let you into a room without him entering it first and scouting the area out.

Is also really prepared, in comparison to the heroes who had to shift their behavior to count for you. He has snacks and drinks due to his diabetes, and has no problem sharing his extras with you if a mission drags on longer.

Tends to take control on missions, but is willing to listen if the situation isn’t dire. He respects you as his side kick, but he is mostly used to doing things alone. Your input is respected, he just often forgets to ask for it.

Similar to Craig, he would work best, for balance, with a blaster or speedster (or anyone with range.) He takes a lot of the hits, so strong damage from afar helps shift the course of battles.

Panics the first time you are injured and ends up forgetting to hand you a potion until you reach up to grab it from him. He gets really flustered after that, not used to being so frazzled in a mission.

Captain Diabetes is one of the better superheroes to sidekick with! He is a good balance of strong and capable but also respectful.

When your mission is done, and you aren’t technically assigned to him anymore, he approaches you and asks if you two can still work together anyways. He stutters a bit, and blushes when you nod your head ecstatically. 

Bonus! Call Girl

Call Girl isn’t seen as a superhero by most, so you have even less respect as her “sidekick”

Realistically, Call Girl doesn’t let you or others call you by that. She finds it a bit demeaning, and doesn’t keep you as her equal. You two are partners in her eyes.

The two of you don’t often do missions together either. Call Girl prefers to stay behind the scenes to pull the strings. It’s you who is often fighting when it is necessary.

However, you aren’t alone on the streets. Call Girl has you carry a phone she can track at all times, and she occasionally (when not extremely busy) will check the traffic cameras near your location.

Since she can’t always be there with you, she constantly is reminding you to take food, medicine, and water since she can’t carry extras.

Will scold you if you return to her injured, but will never not be the one to bandage your wounds. She is delicate as she covers them, and although her words might come off as mean, her eyes tell a whole different story.

When she begins gaining credibility, and is in fights with you more often, she is always there to protect you. Similar to Cartman, she gets angry with those who attack you, but it doesn’t cloud her judgement (she just hits harder, or leaks more embarrassing information.)

She has the best strategies! Always makes them with your strengths and weaknesses in mind. Occasionally, she forgets to ask for your input, mostly due to being excited or deeply invested in what she is planning. She won’t be upset if you interject with what you think, especially if it is something she may not have thought of.

If she sees you in danger on the cameras, or she is with you and a small battle becomes much larger, she will always jump in. Although she always tries to have a plan, she cannot account for anything and will be there whenever you call her.

[pathologicalreid]

for the fear of falling apart | part five

there's one last chance for everything to fall apart, but this time you aren't at the center of disaster - Spencer is

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | epilogue

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who? spencer reid x jareau!reader category: angst content warnings: lots of future talk (marriage and pregnancy), takes place during 15x10 "and in the end", explosions, the chameleon arc, spencer's hospital stay, sibling loss, diana's alzheimers, canon cm violence word count: 7.34k a/n: so this is the last part! i can't resist doing an epilogue, so a cutie little "where are they now" part on the horizon, but this was always the way it was going to end. as always, telling me your thoughts is the sexiest thing you can do.

“She’s not a threat,” Spencer pointed out, carrying on a conversation with you while he adjusted the straps of your bulletproof vest, pulling it tightly around you to cover as much of your torso as possible. You’d complain about him taking away your ability to breathe but if it brought peace to his busy mind, you could sacrifice your full lung capacity.

You flattened your palm against the SWAT truck for support while he resumed tugging at the Velcro straps of your Kevlar, “Speak for yourself! You’re not the favorite stepdaughter of a woman that you can’t stand.”

Deciding your vest was as secure as it was going to get, Spencer stood up, sharing a look with the SWAT commander before turning his attention back to you, “Why are you the favorite stepdaughter again?”

Dramatically, you tilted your head back and looked at the sky, “Because JJ had a child out of wedlock. I’m the favorite by default.” It was funny to think of your stepmother choosing you as a favorite, but you supposed the pickings were rather slim. “Hey,” you continued, “There’s an idea.”

“Uh huh,” Spencer responded mockingly, “Pick a new subject, please.”

Rolling your eyes, you rested fully against the armored truck, scuffing your boots against the gravel driveway to Everett Lynch’s house. “You’re no fun,” you accused, trying to use your family issues as a discussion to pass the time before you had permission from Emily to put your plan into motion.

Spencer hummed in response, watching your sister as she answered her phone and hopefully received instruction from Emily. You didn't like lingering out here like sitting ducks, no matter how many armed agents there were with you.

Matching JJ’s gaze, she nodded to you and Spencer, letting you know that Emily had given the go-ahead.

Quickly, Spencer slipped his phone from his pocket and dialed the number that he had previously memorized. You heard the phone ring as he held it up to his ear, and then a woman’s voice came through, “No, Roberta my name is Dr. Spencer Reid and it’s important that you listen to me right now.” He fed the Lynch matriarch instructions over the phone, “Even though you have the gun, the moment your son realizes you’re not gonna shoot him, he’s gonna get the upper hand.”

You couldn’t make out her response, but based on the way Spencer’s eyebrows were pinched together, you worried he wasn’t getting through to her.

“Yes,” he answered over the phone, “but first you need to let Olivia walk out of there, okay?” The next step was simple enough, and not long after he spoke, you saw the teenager run out of the house.

JJ had the opportunity to take the Chameleon out earlier that day, but he’d used Olivia and her diabetes as a bargaining chip. You lingered with Spencer while JJ ran out to meet her, gently guiding her behind the barricade to the waiting ambulance. 

Instinctively, you set your hand on your firearm as a single gunshot rang out from the house, “Roberta,” Spencer urged, “that warning shot is what’s about to give you away, but we can help. Are you ready for us to come in?” He waited almost too long before speaking again, “Roberta?”

He looked back at the SWAT captain as everything hinged on Roberta’s response, and when Spencer gave the order to breach, you took your spot next to the armored truck. Your instructions were very clear, you were in charge of Everett once he was apprehended, and JJ was in charge of Roberta.

Across from you, JJ’s phone rang, you couldn’t hear either end of the conversation, but you could see the fear in her eyes when she looked up at Spencer and all of the other SWAT agents headed toward the structure. You took a few steps forward, trying to follow after Spencer, but JJ shouted your name and caught your attention right as the bomb went off.

The blast warped your perception of time. You looked back at the house on fire before your eyes automatically searched for Spencer. Everything was moving in slow motion, but even so, there he was, on the ground. “Spence,” you yelped before scrambling forward, dropping to your knees at his side.

Spencer started to rise from the driveway, propping himself up on his elbows. He likely couldn’t hear you, based on the way your own ears were ringing while you checked him over for injuries.

“Are you okay?” You asked him anyway, “Baby, can you hear me?” He tried to sit up, but you settled your hands on his shoulders, “No, it’s okay, stay down.” You continued to speak to him, taking time to shout instructions for the now scrambled first responders.

JJ called your name again, causing your head to snap in her direction, “Your head is bleeding,” she told you, jogging toward you and Spencer.

You rose on shaky legs as your sister took your face in her hands, frantically checking the wound that you couldn’t feel. Waving away paramedics, you urged them to assist the downed SWAT agents instead of you, “It’s fine, Jayg,” you breathed, straightening yourself out and keeping an eye on Spencer.

“Are you feeling alright?” You whispered to Spencer, noting the lack of focus in his eyes, you resisted the urge to wave your hand in front of his face.

He hummed in response, “I’m fine.”

Unable to help it, you frowned at him. ‘Fine’ had been his only sensation from the moment you arrived at the hospital in Reno until now. ‘Fine’ was a term used by people who were avoiding any genuine emotion, and you couldn’t entirely blame him. Last you heard the casualty count from the explosion was up to seven – including Everett and Roberta Lynch.

He’d gotten an MRI at the hospital – not that you’d given him much choice – and it came back clear, so the rest of the team wasted no time in having the jet prepared to return to Quantico.

It wasn’t the silence that unnerved you, it was the absence of activity. Your sister sat in one of the chairs, periodically turning her head to check on you, Rossi and Matt had claimed their own spots throughout the aircraft, and you and Spencer were sequestered next to the galley. Everyone seemed to be disassociating from the events of the day.

You willed Spencer to pull a book out of his bag and start reading. You silently begged him to do something that you could find comfort in. Instead, he noticed you staring and leaned over to gently kiss the unmarred side of your forehead.

Taking a raincheck on Penelope’s vision-boarding, you made sure the two of you got home in one piece. “Do you need to clean it?” Spencer asked, gesturing to the mark on your forehead.

You kicked off your shoes in the entryway, rubbing the exhaustion from your eyes as he sat down on the couch. “No, maybe in the morning,” you responded. “Are you gonna come to bed?”

“In a bit,” he offered, leaning his head back to look at you one more time before you disappeared into the bedroom.

There were a lot of things about the day that didn’t make any sense, but the one thing you couldn’t wrap your head around was Everett Lynch’s suicide. Not to be mistaken with sympathy, you didn’t understand how his particular personality type could choose to blow itself up. He was too confident, too narcissistic for that.

The doubt kept waking you up, each time you hoped to find that Spencer had finally come to bed. Once the clock struck four in the morning and he still hadn’t come to lie down, you crawled out of bed, expecting to find him asleep on the couch.

Your heart dropped when you found him on the floor, dried blood crusted around his nose, deathly still.

Phone, phone, phone – where was your phone?

Grabbing his phone off of the coffee table, your head spun as you dialed 911, crouching next to him as you tried to make out the sound of his breathing.

In a four-in-the-morning fugue, you went through the motions, answering all of the dispatcher’s questions, all of the paramedic’s questions, and all of the nurse’s questions.

The emergency department nurse looked at you sadly, not much more than a pile of limbs in a stiff plastic chair, “Is there anyone I can call for you?”

Swallowing thickly, you shrugged in response. You wanted her to call everyone and no one at the same time, building up walls around yourself made of materials that you couldn’t name. You needed to call Emily. You needed to call Diana. Frowning at the nurse, you gave it another moment of thought before responding, “My sister.”

JJ didn’t answer.

The nurse tried her twice and you called once from your phone, but there was no answer.

Spencer didn’t wake up. Dr. K didn’t seem confident that he would.

Like a metronome, the steady beeping of Spencer’s vital monitor nearly lulled you to sleep until the ringing of a phone interrupted the pattern. Your phone buzzed in your pocket and your stomach lurched at the realization that your sister was finally calling you back, “I have been trying to reach you all morning.”

Your sister was silent on the other side, and you wondered if you had come on too strong. “What happened?”

The world was falling apart around you. Your castle was crumbling with you in it. You looked longingly at Spencer before you answered, “I think he’s dying.”

Time passed in an inordinate pattern, convincing yourself that hours had passed when it had only been minutes. You had moved your chair to Spencer’s bedside, tracing the scar on the inside of his palm in time with the steady rising and falling of his chest.

“Have you been here all night?” Your older sister’s voice rang from the doorway, she didn’t wait to be welcomed in, immediately moving to the side of the bed opposite to you.

Your eyes followed her hand as she gently set a palm on his shoulder, her blonde hair curling around her face as she studied Spencer’s appearance. Quickly, she caught herself, straightening up and making her way around the bed so that she stood behind you, smoothing a hand through your hair like she did when you were just kids.

Penelope followed behind JJ on a delay, her skin paling at the sight of Spencer in the hospital bed. She stood at the foot of the bed, placing her hands on the footboard and taking several deep breaths.

“I went to bed without him last night. I wasn’t sleeping well, so when I woke up at four in the morning and he hadn’t made it to bed I went to see if he had fallen asleep on the couch, but he was just… on the floor,” You told them absently, watching Spencer as he slept and recalling the way you had found him in the apartment. His body contorted from falling on the ground with a puddle of blood beginning to gather beneath his head.

You couldn’t look at them. You couldn’t look away from him knowing that it could be the last time you see him alive. “What do you need?” JJ asked, continuing to smooth down your hair.

Clasping his hand in yours, you nodded to yourself reassuringly, “Can you call Brookfield? I need to talk to Diana. If she’s lucid enough, can you ask if they can bring her here? If he… she should be here.” Sinking into an abyss of unknowns, at the very least you knew that he’d want his mother here with him.

The two blondes shared a wary look, and you steeled yourself for a difficult conversation. Penelope left to call Brookfield on your behalf, but JJ stayed behind, dragging one of the plastic chairs over to the bed so she could sit next to you. “We got the casualty report back from the medical examiner in Reno,” she informed you; her voice was low – the tone she took up when she wasn’t sure how to navigate a situation.

You nodded in understanding, waiting for the bomb to drop.

“There were six SWAT agents, Roberta Lynch, and Orlando Gaines,” she told you gently, watching your face for any sign of a reaction.

You frowned, expecting her to add Everett Lynch to the tally later on for dramatic effect, but the moment never came, “Oh,” you breathed, looking at Spencer.

JJ continued to explain that, based on the blueprints of the house that he had pilfered from one of his victims, he had likely escaped using a tunnel system beneath the house. The Chameleon was in the wind, and Spencer might just be his latest victim. “We know he’s not done though,” JJ tried to reassure you, “He’ll resurface somewhere.”

“We don’t know where and we don’t know when, though,” you told her, an edge of despair creeping into your voice. He should’ve died. Everett Lynch should be dead, and you shouldn’t be sitting next to Spencer’s hospital bed right now. “And Spencer might die for no reason,” you added. There was a slight chance that you could, someday, find comfort in Spencer succumbing to injuries sustained in a blast that took out The Chameleon, but with Lynch still out there, you were struggling to find any glimpse of a silver lining.

Your sister looked at a loss for words, reaching out her hand and dropping it to your knee when you didn’t take it. She mumbled something about letting it go for Spencer’s sake, but Spencer was unconscious, if you held on to your grudge against your sister, he was none the wiser. It brought you back to something he had told you after Grace Lynch shot you – I don’t want you to forget your anger.

Glancing over at her briefly, you took a deep breath, “You should get back to Quantico – the team will need you to catch Lynch.”

“No,” she said, pinching her brows together, “I’m going to stay here.”

Pursing your lips, you gave her a sidelong glance, “Why?”

“What do you mean?”

“Why are you going to stay here, JJ? Do you want to stay at the hospital for my sake or for Spencer’s?” Keeping your hand tucked into his, you didn’t budge when she pulled her hand off of your knee, and even then, you had your answer. “I’m asking you to please, go back to Quantico and find Everett Lynch. Spencer will have me, his mom, and Penelope with him and I need you to find the person who did this to him. I’m asking you to go, so you aren’t staying for me.”

She was looking at you in pure disbelief, “Ducky, I don’t-“ She faltered, “I thought we were all friends again. You told me you understood where I was coming from.”

Nodding in agreement, you recalled the conversation you had with her while Spencer was with Cat Adams, “I told you I understood how you could be in love with him because I’m in love with him, but I have limits, JJ, and there comes a point where I just can’t understand why you keep using your love as a weapon.”

“I- I’m not,” she insisted, but you could hear the unease in her voice.

You shrugged, “Maybe it’s not your intention, but you are fighting a one-sided battle. You’re married and Spencer and I are engaged, and you have single-handedly destroyed our relationship.”

JJ scoffed in disbelief, “You and Spencer seem to be doing just fine.”

“I’m not talking about me and Spencer, I’m talking about me and you,” you corrected her. “At Rossi’s wedding, you told me that you had meant what you said to Spencer when you were in the pawn shop, and every day since then you have refused to give me the space that I’ve asked for.” Your hands shook as your eyes flittered between her and your fiancé, “You’re my big sister, JJ. You’re always going to be my big sister, and I am always going to love you because of that, but we aren’t friends, so don’t try to pretend you’re doing this for me.”

She tilted her head to the side, “I didn’t want space – you’re my sister.”

“But I needed space,” you emphasized, the one thing that JJ had never seemed to understand. You were the one who got hurt in the process, “I’m tired. I’m so fucking tired, and I can’t pretend to be your friend anymore while you can’t even be a decent sister. You tell me that you and Spencer have all of this history, that you’ve known each other for fifteen years, but you’ve been my sister for thirty-two. You keep asking for me to hear you out, and yet you haven’t once listened to me. Go back to Quantico, go find Lynch, and be my fucking sister.”

You couldn’t be friends with someone who had been long harboring a crush on your partner, and it didn’t make sense for you to make any exceptions for her. “Okay, I’ll um… I’ll go,” she told you, hesitating for a moment before she nodded to herself and walked out of the room. You knew what you told her stung, you were sending her out with her tail between her legs, but you didn't have the gracefulness to coddle her anymore.

Slowly, you leaned your head down, gently setting your chin on the sidebar of Spencer’s hospital bed, keeping a watchful eye on him even as tears streamed down your face.

Your eyes were dry by the time Diana arrived, being guided by one of her nurses and intercepted by Garcia, who had known better than to ask any questions when your sister left in a hurry. With your sight zeroed in on the rising and falling of Spencer’s chest, you listened to the conversation, “Oh, Diana, hi,” Penelope said, unable to hide the panic in her voice, “Hi, it’s Penelope. I work with Spencer. I’ve come to see you before,” she explained.

Garcia had tagged along multiple times to see Diana at Brookfield, which was likely why they were so receptive when she called the facility. “You’re almost as tall as I am,” Diana responded and your heart sunk, worried that she might not be stable enough to face this.

“Diana,” Penelope continued gently, “Spencer fell, and he hit his head really hard, and he’s not conscious.” Her words were carefully chosen to avoid raising any alarm.

“Well, let’s wake him up,” Diana insisted, and you straightened up at the sound of footsteps approaching, “Let’s see him.”

Penelope practically stumbled in behind her, “No, wait.”

His mother nodded, not even acknowledging you as she walked in, “He’ll listen to me… Spencer,” she called to him. Seconds later, you saw it, the moment the switch in her brain flipped and an internal war started, “it’s not him,” she murmured. “No. No, no, no,” the conviction in her voice broke your heart, “This is not my son.”

Silently, you sat back in your chair, trying to think of something you could say to her to reassure her, but you couldn’t even console yourself.

Then she reached out for his hand, turning his wrist over and exposing the inside of his wrist, the small star-shaped scar that marred his skin facing the ceiling, “Oh, my baby,” she breathed. “Oh, my baby,” she leaned over Spencer, smoothing his hair away from his forehead, cupping his face with her hands, and begging with an unknown force, “Oh, please.”

Unable to tolerate the sight of her begging for Spencer to wake up, you quietly got up from your chair, hugging your arms around yourself before walking out of the room.

For years, Diana and Spencer had been all each other had, and you couldn’t imagine what this was like for her. To have her son fighting for his life in the hospital while she spent every day trying to hold on to fleeting memories of him. You couldn’t watch her, afraid of losing him. It wasn’t supposed to work like that – parents weren’t supposed to have to bury their children.

You thought about calling your mom, knowing she’d drop everything and drive the four hours to come be with you, but maybe it would be cruel. It would be cruel to have her watch a parent lose a child when she had lost her own.

Leaning your head back against the taupe walls of the hospital, you glanced over at Penelope, giving her a stiff smile.

“Hey, you,” she said, shoving her laptop in her bag before making her way over to you. “How are you holding up?”

You laughed humorlessly, digging the heels of your hands into your eyes before looking back up at her, “I’m not entirely sure that I am.”

Her eyes were filled with grief, and you knew that she was another person in Spencer’s life who didn’t deserve more loss, “Can I get you anything? Have you eaten?”

Food had been approximately the last thing on your list of concerns today, but you hadn’t eaten since Reno yesterday. You shook your head, “I’m not hungry,” You were actually a bit queasy, but you weren’t entirely sure if you were nauseous from your current predicament or if it was because you hadn’t eaten anything. “Maybe later,” you tried to appease her.

“Okay,” she sighed, “I don’t know what happened between you and JJ, but I do know that something happened. I might not know what it’s like between sisters, but I do know what it’s like to be a sister.” Garcia gave you a soft smile, “Do you need to talk about it?”

Desperately. Your chest ached at the idea of being able to talk to someone else about what had gone down between you and your sister, but you shook your head, “I’m sworn to secrecy.”

The understanding expression on her face deepened the ache in your chest, but she reached out and pulled you into a hug, “I know the two of you will figure it out.” She pulled away, sweeping tears from under her eyes, “I know you said you’re not hungry, but I’m going to go down to the cafeteria and I’ll get you something to pick at. You look like you need it.”

You smiled at her concern and gave her a small wave as she made her way through the hallways. It was sweet that she had faith in the sororal bond between you and JJ – even more than you had, but you just didn’t see it the way she did. There had always been an expectation of you and JJ growing up that you’d always make up because you were the only sibling that each other had left.

That expectation had led to a lot of issues being swept under the rug, maybe too many issues, but you couldn’t forgive JJ, not fully. Even under the weight of the obligation to forgive her for the sake of your familial tie, you couldn’t let this one go. JJ had broken any semblance of trust between the two of you, and even if you worked to rebuild that trust, the cracks were always going to be there.

When you and Spencer had fought and you knocked a bowl off of the counter, he made a remark about how the bowl could be fixed with kintsugi, but the bowl would always have cracks, no matter how pretty the gold looked in the seams. You and JJ would never get back to where you had been, and now, you were sure that you didn’t want to go back.

Wiping a few stray tears from beneath your eyes, you nodded to yourself before walking back into the hospital room, introducing Diana and Dr. K before the doctor gave you some information, telling you that Spencer’s brain was bleeding.

Tilting your head to the side, “No, I made sure he got an MRI at the hospital. The doctor there told us it was completely clear,” you assured her, remembering how you refused to let Spencer board the jet without getting an MRI.

Dr. K nodded, “We got the scans sent over from the hospital in Reno, there’s a small bleed that was possibly overlooked. From what you’ve told me, it seems like they were overwhelmed and needed to get other people through,” she told you, making it seem like no more than a clerical error.

“So…” you dragged out the vowel, trying to wrap your head around this reality, “His brain’s been bleeding since yesterday?”

The doctor affirmed your suspicions, “Boarding a plane with even the smallest of brain bleeds can have catastrophic consequences. In Spencer’s case, it’s caused intracranial hemorrhaging. Parts of his brain are shutting down and other parts are struggling to survive.”

Your stomach flipped at the mention of his brain shutting down, the term was far too close to brain death for comfort, “Is he… is he already gone, then?” You asked, faltering over your words.

“No,” she gave you some reassurance, “There’s a chance that his brain bleed will resolve on its own.”

“But not a good chance,” you observed, taking Spencer’s hand in your own. “Is there anything that can be done?”

The doctor adjusted the tablet in her hands, “The conservative approach would be surgery. It may reduce the swelling around Spencer’s brain faster. There is risk, it could cause seizures and even more bleeding,” she explained to the both of you.

The image in your mind of brain surgery didn’t bring you any reassurance, you looked up at Diana. Until you and Spencer got married, she was his next of kin. Spencer didn’t have any kind of healthcare directive for a situation like this, and you weren’t entirely sure where to go from here.

His mom shrugged at you, shaking her head, “I thought it was Tuesday, and it’s not Tuesday. So, I can’t tell you,” she answered, looking at you helplessly.

Turning your head to Dr. K, you asked, “Could we have a minute?”

The doctor gave you both an understanding look before stepping out of the room.

“What would he want?” Diana asked you, looking at you expectantly, “I don’t want to make the decision.”

Abhorring the idea that you would be the one to make the decision, you looked up at Diana, “I’m not sure,” you admitted.

“He always says he trusts you the most,” she told you. “Oh, for years in his letters, he’d always talk about you. Even before you started dating – it was always about you in a way I’d never heard him talk about anyone,” she continued, nodding as if she were convincing herself. “If he trusts you that much, then I have no problem trusting you.”

You didn’t want it to be up to you, and before you had the opportunity to answer, the alarm on Spencer’s vital monitor started going off. “Oh my god,” You breathed, moving back to allow the nurses space as they crowded around Spencer’s bed.

“What’s happening to my boy?” Diana asked, placing her hands in front of her mouth in shock, “What is happening to him?”

Watching quietly as he seized, you listened to his mom cry out for him and decided you wanted to wait a bit longer before resorting to surgery.

Picking at the bread of the sandwich that Penelope had gotten you from the cafeteria, you found yourself more amenable to sipping at the water she had brought you than you were toward actually eating something. According to Garcia, the team was hot on Everett Lynch’s trail, but she wouldn’t give you any more details than that.

Periodically, Spencer’s hand would twitch, but you told yourself it didn’t mean anything. You tried not to get your hopes up, not until Dr. K said something reassuring.

With the doctor in the room, there were four pairs of eyes watching his every move, no matter how minuscule. You leaned back in the chair, gently tracing the lines in his palm, “His… his eyes are fluttering,” you observed aloud, not daring to look away, afraid your mind was playing tricks on you.

“That’s a good sign,” Dr. K said, leaning forward and observing the same thing as you.

Penelope inclined her head to look up at the doctor, “Is he gonna be okay?”

She looked uneasy, “He’s putting up one hell of a fight, but it’s still too early to know for sure,” she answered diplomatically, checking something on her tablet before excusing herself.

Shortly after, Garcia’s phone started to ring, she brought it out into the hallway, letting you know she’d be right back.

Leaving just you and Diana in the room with Spencer, you watched as she continued to smooth his hair back, being able to see the maternal gesture made your chest ache – you never knew how many more moments there would be. “Has he been here before?” She asked you, “In the hospital, like this?”

You nodded slowly, moving through a fog of exhaustion as the day came to an end, “Yes,” you told her, memories of Briscoe County bubbled to the surface.

“Were you there for him?” She continued, wondering if someone had been there for her baby when she couldn’t be.

You had sat around his hospital bed with Alex and Penelope, waiting for him to wake up while Penelope set up Doctor Who figurines throughout the room. “Yes,” you answered again.

“Oh,” she sighed, “How awful,” she commiserated.

While a corrupt precinct wasn’t a new concept to the BAU, that case had been particularly difficult on the team, and there had been a day, much like today, where you weren’t sure if you’d ever be able to tell Spencer you loved him again.

You didn’t tell him you loved him before going to bed last night.

“It was, actually,” you remembered, previously buried memories of time spent in hospital rooms. Months ago, your roles had been reversed, and Spencer had been the one begging you to wake up.

After a moment, Diana leaned forward a bit, “Spencer,” she spoke to him, “I saw some cumuliform heaps today. His favorite clouds,” She added the last bit for you, “I plucked that for him,” she explained as Penelope came back into the room. “Everything is up there, and we pluck what we want when we want, and we let go what we don’t.”

Penelope grinned, “That sounds very good. Okay, I am plucking a memory about Spencer’s eyes, and they are brown with gold on the outside,” she posited. 

Diana hummed, “I think they’re gold on the inside.”

Tantalizingly slowly, Spencer’s eyes started to open, and your heart raced as a mix of emotions flooded through you. As your eyes met him, you smiled sadly and whispered, “Gold on the inside.”

“Hey,” Garcia said, the smile plain in her voice, “we were just plucking eye memories of you.”

He returned the smiles in the room, “I heard you.” Spencer hummed, “Forgot how much I loved those clouds, mom. You helped me remember.”

Diana grinned, any remaining trace of grief wiped from her face, “I did, huh?” Well, maybe I can come back tomorrow, and we can watch clouds together,” she offered.

“Am I still dreaming?” He asked rhetorically.

“Sweetie,” she cupped his cheek with a maternal gentleness, “You are very much alive.”

Once Diana was on her way back to Brookfield and Penelope – still not providing you with any details – left to go check in with the team, you rested your head on the armrest of his hospital bed, maintaining a watchful eye on him. “I love you,” you whispered to him after Dr. K left for the night.

He hummed, tired eyes looking back at you, “You’ve said that three times in the last ten minutes.”

“And?” You inquired, furrowing your brows.

The corner of his mouth quirked up, “And I love you too.”

You smiled at him, “Thank you for having a traumatic brain injury so I could delay my stepmother’s visit.”

At that, he fully grinned up at you, “It was all part of my plan.”

A thousand words rested on the tip of your tongue, asking him how he was feeling and about healthcare directives and how he chose his favorite cloud, but everything felt so important and so inconsequential at the same time.  

“You should go home,” he spoke before you had the chance to, “Get some good rest, sleep in a real bed.”

You shook your head succinctly, “I’m gonna stay here.”

He raised his eyebrows, “The nurses will keep coming in all night and wake you up,” he insisted, knowing well enough that the hospital chairs did not make for a good night’s rest.

“Then it’s a good thing I don’t have anywhere to be but here tomorrow,” you told him, thumbing the fabric of his hospital blanket as you insisted on staying.

Spencer shifted slightly on the bed, trying to get a better look at you, “You need to take care of yourself.”

His concern comforted you, but you still shook your head, “If I don’t stay here next to you, I’ll drive myself crazy. This is the best place for me.” You picked your head up, reaching out to cup his cheek and smiling to yourself when he leaned into your touch. “What’re you thinking about?”

His head lolled lazily on the pillows, brown eyes – with gold on the inside – studying your features like he was trying to make sense of something in his muddled brain, “I had a weird dream.”

Most of the time, Spencer didn’t give credit to dream analysis, so when he had dreams that he deemed inexplicable, he’d make his head spin trying to find a logical reason. “Maybe it’s a side effect of the seizure medication they put you on,” you proposed, skimming the apple of his cheek with the pad of your thumb.

Spencer didn’t look convinced, “I saw people while I was unconscious.” His attempt at explaining gave you more insight on what he was struggling with, he had a complicated relationship with the concept of the afterlife.

“Oh, yeah?” You asked softly, hoping the two of you could talk it out.

He nodded almost indeterminably, “Strauss, Foyet, Gideon,” he elaborated, opening his mouth to add another name, but he faltered when the time came.

“Your brain was looking for manifestations of guilt,” you analyzed, each of those deaths had affected him in one way or another. “Using your past traumas against you,” you continued.

He still seemed unsure, “I’m not sure that’s all of it, some of it, sure, but…”

Your chest ached at the confusion in his gaze, “Was there someone else you saw?”

He sighed, leaning his head back against the pillows and looking at the dimmed fluorescent lights of the hospital room, “A little kid. A girl,” he told you, closing his eyes as if he was trying to recall the child from his dream.

“Well,” you considered it, “If your brain was using the other three as a manifestation of guilt, maybe the little girl is a manifestation of hope. The part of your subconscious telling you to stay formed her to represent the people you can still help.”

Spencer frowned deeply, looking at you again, “I guess I assumed there was a deeper meaning to it.”

You raised your eyebrows, “What else do you think it could be?”

“I thought…” he faltered, “I’m not sure.”

“Are you alright?” Spencer asked you, already starting to walk through Dave’s house to where everyone was gathering on the patio.

You stood in the foyer, pressing your lips together as you shifted the strap of your purse over your shoulder before finally hanging it up. Looking up at Spencer, you dropped your arms to your sides, “What?”

His eyebrows furrowed in concern, “I asked if you were alright. Are you?”

Your eyes widened, “Oh, oh yeah. It’s just weird, you know? Pen leaving,” the half-truth slipped easily from your lips.

“It feels like everyone’s changing except for us,” he said, returning to you in the foyer so that the two of you could walk outside together.

“Ha,” you said humorlessly, “Right.” Penelope was leaving, having decided that Silicon Valley was too far for her, but landing a job with a nonprofit in D.C. and leaving the BAU behind. Emily was house hunting in Denver, not for a permanent move, but for something for her to share with Andrew.

You and Spencer were staying with the BAU, he wanted to split time between consulting and teaching, similar to what he had done during his sabbaticals. “Well,” he ceded, “We’re not changing much.”

The two of you emerged onto the patio hand-in-hand, being on the receiving end of welcoming smiles that had an air of relief. Everyone was still in that phase of remembering how grateful they were to have him around every time they saw him. “How ya feeling, kid?” Rossi asked, standing around the table with Krystall.

Spencer set his hand on the small of your back before responding, “Feeling great, and I’m starting back next week. Can’t let the team be down two members,” he mused, looking down at you reassuringly.

Next to you, Tara scoffed, “Oh, come on, teaching and consulting? You’re making me look bad.”

“Just doing what I love,” Spencer replied candidly.

Luke raised his champagne, “Hey, I will drink to that,”

You prepared yourself to turn down a drink, thinking up an excuse until Penelope stepped out onto the patio, “Uh, you’re not supposed to start the festivities until the belle of the ball has arrived,” she jokingly protested, giving everyone a little twirl in a very Garcia-fashion.

Leaning into Spencer slightly, the two of you watched as Luke put his hands up in defense, “Don’t worry, okay? ‘Cause this is gonna be the first of many.”

“Penelope!” Kristy called out from across the table, “Congratulations! Here I thought we were coming to celebrate Dave’s retirement, but Matt said it’s your farewell party. And you had like a hundred offers,” she said, beaming from across the table.

Garcia waved her hand in faux humility, “Oh, that’s only if you round up, but yes,” she said excitedly. “Anyway, it’s a nonprofit, it’s close to here, and the dress code is all FBI conservative like I’ve been having to do,” she said, ignoring the doubtful looks that were shared around the table.

“I’m still in denial that you’re leaving,” JJ told her mournfully, a slight frown on her face.

Matt shook his head, “It won’t be the same without you.”

“Better not be,” Penelope scolded, her tone suggesting that she found the idea ridiculous.

Emily leaned over the table to clarify for Kristy, “Dave decided he wasn’t going to retire. He didn’t want the team to go through too much of a transition all at once.”

“That’s ‘cause Dave’s never gonna actually do it,” Krystall interjected, saying what many members of the BAU had also thought.

“Hey,” Rossi protested in mock offense, “Look, being with you all, doing what few others can, that’s where I belong.” He turned to Garcia, “But this night is not about me. To our beloved Penelope – a salut.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you watched Luke and Penelope wander off to the patio, the two of them seeking out water. You made a mental note to ask her what it was about just as Spencer approached you, “Are you going to tell me what’s going on with you?”

You waved off his concern, making your way over to the house, hoping there were hors d’oeuvres remaining in the kitchen. “I’m fine, this is Pen’s night,” you explained to Spencer as he followed you.

“Right, that’s reassuring,” he responded sardonically, trailing close behind you through the kitchen.

Turning back to him, you pleaded, “Can you let this go? Just for now.”

Spencer frowned, “I thought we were working on our communication.”

Silently, you cursed him for bringing up your therapist’s – who was likely going to have a field day when she found out – tactics. “Spence,” you complained, hating how your voice sounded like a whine.

“Y/N,” he answered in kind.

Groaning, you looked around the kitchen before dragging Spencer into the pantry by his shirt. You flipped the light on and looked up at him, “I had my yearly physical this morning.”

He knew this, in order to remain eligible to stay in the field, everyone needed to have a yearly physical performed by an FBI physician. The concern on his face deepened, “I- Are you okay?”

“I’m pregnant,” you breathed, the words that had been balancing on your tongue for the better of the day. You wished you had been able to give him a better announcement. A card or a onesie, anything would have been better than turning Rossi’s pantry into a confessional.

Instantly, you saw the gears turning in his head as he tried to do the math, “That would mean…” he started, eyes widening as he came to different conclusions.

You nodded, “I’ve been pregnant. They couldn’t give an accurate estimate based on just the blood test and I’ve been trying to figure it out, but-“

“Eight weeks,” Spencer answered, the concern refusing to waver as he studied your appearance.

He was looking for signs and trying to remember symptoms, and you didn’t blame him. You had always assumed you’d have some idea, but you were so shocked that the FBI physician had insisted that you lay down before driving home.

The same surprise was pasted across Spencer’s face now, his hands tentatively placed on either side of your waist, thumbs hovering over your abdomen, “You were pregnant when the house blew up in Reno.” His voice solemn as he held back any excitement, “Did the doctor… is everything alright?”

“He said if anything had happened as a result of the blast, we’d know by now,” you offered some reassurance, having shared the same worry when you found out that morning. You wanted him to be happy, because once Spencer was happy about this, you could be happy.

Spencer shifted his weight, “But you made an appointment with an obstetrician, right?”

Slouching slightly, you looked up at him, “First thing Monday morning. Spencer-“

“If I had known, I never would’ve let you go to Nevada,” he interrupted, instantly protective.

“Spencer,” you startled him, “Are you happy?”

He paused and your chest ached more and more with every moment he remained silent, “Did you think that I wouldn’t be?”

You released a small sigh of relief, smiling at him sheepishly, “It’s just… it’s a surprise,” you offered quietly. “Is it awful timing?”

“No,” he insisted, pulling you in by the waist and wrapping his arms around you. He leaned his head down, tucking his face into the crook of your neck, “It’s perfect,” he reassured you. “I love you,” he whispered, voice muffled as he held you tightly – held you together.

The two of you remained that way until a knock at the door came, “Hey, uh,” Luke’s voice rang out from the other side of the door, “If you guys are doing freaky shit in Rossi’s pantry he’s gonna be pissed.”

Standing up straight, you clasped your hand over your mouth in an attempt to cover up your laugh. Spencer looked equally as amused, dropping a kiss to your lips before reaching behind you to open the door, revealing Luke and his impish grin.

He threw his hands up in the air, looking at the both of you as he walked backward out the door, “I was sent in to get you. Rumor has it they’re about to play the belle of the ball’s favorite song.”

You and Spencer shared a knowing look, “Heroes,” the both of you said in unison.

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Blood Sugar II

England Lionesses x Teen!Reader

Summary: You go on Bake Off

"This time, on the Great Stand Up To Cancer Bake Off, it's Lioness time. Four of the England Lionesses brave the tent in the name of charity to tackle three challenges in the hope of securing, not the Euros trophy, but the star baker apron. This week's celebrities are: Leah Williamson, England captain and defender, Alessia Russo, goal scorer for England, Keira Walsh, England's midfield maestro and y/n l/n, England's youngest star."

You stand in front of your countertop, drumming your fingers against the wood as you look at all of the ingredients in front of you.

"Now, for your signature challenge, Paul and Prue would like you each to make a baker's dozen of sugar cookies," Noel Fielding says and you contemplate slamming your head onto the counter.

You knew agreeing to be on this was a bad idea.

"Each cookie must be hand-shaped," Alison Hammond continues," And made with love. You've got one hour. On your marks."

"Get set."

"Bake!"

"So," Leah says suddenly," Is this a good time to mention I don't know what a baker's dozen is?"

You've never really been a bigger baker. It wasn't really your speciality like a lot of other things like cooking your own meals and doing your own laundry.

There was also the added thing of the fact that no one in your family baked because you couldn't eat it. Well, you could, but it would send your sugar levels through the roof and you hated injecting more insulin than normal because it always stressed you out.

"Less!" You yell out," How much sugar is too much sugar?"

"I'm not helping you!" She yells back and you stick your tongue out at her.

"This is discrimination!" You declare as you start pouring your sugar in, hoping for the best.

The judges leave it ten minutes or so before they start walking around.

They got to Leah first, congratulating her on captaining the team to victory which she graciously waves off before getting way too competitive over a baking show.

Keira is next and it's hard not to be endeared by Keira, clearly the only sane person in the tent.

Alessia ends up accidentally breaking the electric mixer and tries to get everyone to ignore it by throwing a dish towel over it.

Then, it's your turn.

"So, y/n," Paul says," Do you have much experience with baking?"

"No," You reply.

"Did you prepare at all for this?"

"No."

"Do you have much hope you'll win?"

"What I'm hoping for is someone else does extremely badly so I don't come last."

Prue laughs. "Well that's honest of you. So, you have done no preparation at all?"

"I'm planning on just winging it," You admit," I'm diabetic so I don't really eat sugary things so I'm just hoping that they're edible."

"So you're not going to be tasting as you go?"

You eyes go wide. "Am I meant to do that?" You hand goes to cover your mouth. "No, are you joking? Am I meant to be doing that?"

The judges have a little laugh as they back away.

"Wait! Don't go! Am I meant to taste as I go?!"

Even though you don't taste as you go, you don't end up losing the challenge (not with plain tastebuds Leah Williamson in the running) but you don't win either.

Clearly, Keira's just good at everything.

The technical round is a disaster for everyone involved, even Keira and somehow, after burning her first set of fondant fancies, Alessia manages to win.

Leah continues to be the worst, which is what everyone expects so even though you don't taste anything, you're not the worst and, honestly, that's what you're aiming for.

You're here to provide the jokes and not to humiliate yourself on national tv and, you know, also to show that diabetics can bake too - not that you really knew that was a big issue until you signed up for this but apparently it is.

The only one that you actually practiced for was your showstopper.

'Your Biggest Triumph' was the theme and you'd had to practice for this one.

"Leah!" Keira shrieks suddenly and you whip your head around to see Leah with her hand in Keira's bowl of batter.

"I'm sorry Kei," Leah says, sounding not very sorry at all," But you're going to win if I don't sabotage you. I'm sure you understand."

You hold your breath as Keira's eyes dart towards Leah's bowl of unsupervised batter, leaping over the countertop to do the same.

"Wait, Kei! Keira, stop!"

Keira doesn't stop and you notice from the corner of your eyes Alessia moving as well.

You snatch your bowl up before she can grab it, sprinting to the other side of the tent.

Alessia follows you until you're backed up against the fridges.

"Less, Less!" You shriek, voice panicky as Leah and Keira wrestle at Leah's counter," Don't do this! You don't have to do this!"

"I'm sorry." Like Leah, Alessia doesn't sound sorry at all. "But it's for the greater good."

"Greater good! This is pure selfishness!"

"This is baking!"

"This is sabotage. Stay away from my bowl!"

"Come on. Don't make this hard than it needs to be."

An almighty crash sounds as Keira and Leah accidentally knock a mixer off the table and in the confusion, you manage to shove Alessia away to pour your batter into the pan.

The carnage continues throughout the time limit, only dampening when a truce is called so you can all decorate your cakes. Apart from that, it's a free-for-all as you find yourself standing on Leah's countertop, throwing wooden spoons at Keira and Alessia whenever they try to approach the pair of you.

"Alright, y/n," Prue says at the end of the time limit," Tell us about your greatest triumph."

"Okay." You point at the various decorations on your cake. "So this cake is a representation of my Dexcom. I know everyone else is choosing football stuff and all that but when I was six, I started feeling really bad. I couldn't focus and I was sweating and I couldn't really move well and I felt tired. It went on for a few days."

You point at one of the little marshmallow figures you made.

"I was playing in Alessia's garden with her and I threw up everywhere and she insisted on having her parents take me to the hospital. I'd developed DKA and was about an hour or so from going into a coma. The doctors ran tests and stuff and found that my pancreas had shut down. So, my biggest triumph was being diagnosed with diabetes."

You give a little shrug, pointing out the way you'd shaped your cake to look like your Dexcom and how on top you'd decorated it with marshmallow versions of you and Alessia and the doctor that you still went to get check-ups from.

"That's a lovely story, y/n," Paul says," But let's see if the actual cake tastes good. What kind is it?"

"Victoria Sponge because it's my mum's favourite."

Each judge takes a slice and you hold your breath.

Paul holds his hand out to you.

Your eyes go wide. "Are you serious?"

"Shake my hand."

You do that gleefully. Getting a Paul Hollywood handshakes means a lot.

"I mean, there's not much I can say," He says," The sponge is perfect. The filling is perfect. The flavours work well. The story to go with it is fantastic."

"And you never tasted any of it?" Prue asks and you shrug with a grin.

"I'm on a strict diet."

"Well...I mean if football doesn't work it then baking certainly will."

The Star Baker Apron you win at the end hangs up on your wall with your Euro's medal.

[nanamissuit]

Can you do one where Fem reader is close to the 141 but isn’t in their unit yet… she’s a diabetic and the boys know they, they’ve seen her in the med bay a time or two when her sugar has dropped too low and has gave her snacks from their office before. She ends up with a new captain who is a hard Ass and doesn’t believe women should be in the army so her and her fellow females are mistreated and he doesn’t allow them lunch or dinner. So when she gets a chance she heads to prices office on wobbly legs asking for a snack to hold her over until breakfast. When the guys find out why they are pissed and demand her to be transferred. (She can’t go to the med bay in fear her captain will find out and punish her some more)

Just a snack - 141

Pairing: TF141 x Diabetic!Fem Reader

Warnings: Passing out, Angst/comfort, Hurt/Comfort

The 141 has always been fond of you, they always said hi to you when they had time. Always brought you snacks when they knew your blood sugar was low. 

So when you got transferred to a new captain they already did a background search on him and they had an off vibe. Didn’t like his face; he looked too old to be there. 

Usually you’d be in the med-bay a lot because of your condition and needing snacks quickly and the usual check up. So when soap went around and the nurse said you hadn’t stopped by, he worried.

But then they worried even more on the second day, then the third, and fourth. You were not seen in the med-bay. Anywhere in fact it was almost dropped off the face of the earth.

But really you were cooped up in your room due to how low your blood-sugar was, your captain didn’t believe in woman recruits or woman military at all and he did not let you go to med bay under any circumstances. Most of your fellow female recruits were on the verge of passing out or already passed out.

It was around 4 A.M. when you made a last resort effort to go to Price’s office stumbling over your own feet and tripping. You stumbled into his office, you pushed the door open, nearly falling straight on your face. He ran to catch you.

“Jesus honey are you okay? Why do you look so malnourished?” “Can I just have…A snack ... .? Haven't eaten.”

He sat you down on a couch he had and handed you some candy with loads of sugar. “Just to hold me over…He doesn’t let us eat dinner or lunch, just breakfast.” “Jesus christ. You’re gonna be okay now sweetheart I got you.” You ended up falling asleep after eating and waking up with a note next to you.

“Welcome to TF141, We got you transferred last night. If you need anything Ghost is guarding the door outside.-Price”

You smiled and ran to give Ghost a hug outside and he grinned to himself, they were all happy you were safe with them now.

I hope this is good enough I tried <3!

[maykitty]

Trafalgar Law x Reader: Medicine

Warning: mentions diabetes, an incorrect dose of medicine, and sickness.

You felt ill since starting your new medication. You had the common symptoms like nausea, stomachache, and headaches. You have been taking injections for the past three days to help lower your blood sugar “You ok y/n?” Penguin asked. You look up and say “Oh yeah it's just my medicine”. “You know if this gets worse then you should see the captain”. He replied.

“No, it's fine there common side effects,” you said back. You had an issue with diabetes for a while and starting these injections was supposed to help. You read the instructions and injected the medicine as you needed. You didn't want to bother your captain with this issue. Law knows about your condition but doesn't control your medicine as you asked.

But you still felt sick after 3 days.

“Everyone, we are heading to shore to get supplies,” Law said. You finished your duties and got ready to drop anchor. The island was a cozy place with small shops and restaurants.

You and Law decided to spend some time looking around together.

He was hoping to find some medical books and Sora mech. You were looking for some crafts to do during your free time. While looking around you started to feel weird almost lightheaded. “Wha-” before you could say anything else you blacked out. “Y/n did you find what you wanted?” Law said heading back to you.

Seeing you on the ground, he rushed over trying to wake you up. “Y/N, Y/N, Y/N!!!” he said panicked. When you didn't wake up, he picked you up and ran back to the ship. “Hey, why is the captain holding y/n?” Bepo asked watching you two. You woke up in a bed with an IV bag attached to you.

“What happened?” you asked. “You passed out,” Law said sitting next to you. “I don't know what happened,” you said. “Have you been taking your medication?” Law said “Yeah, as I was told” you replied.

“I’ve been taking it for 3 days now,” you said. “Wait-, 3 DAYS!!!” he shouted angrily.

You were scared by his outburst not knowing what you did wrong. “YOU IDIOT, THE MEDICINE IS SUPPOSED TO BE TAKEN ONCE A WEEK” he yelled. When he said that you realized what happened and why you passed out.

“Do you realize you could die from injecting too much?” he said angrily. You had misread the instructions leading to unconsciousness. You were an idiot and nearly lost your life. “I'm sorry” was all you could say before Law left the room angry. You sat in bed thinking about the trouble you caused after being reckless.

“Hey y/n, I'm here to give you some food,” Bepo said. “Thank you,” you said softly. “Bepo, I screw up badly and now Law hates me,” you said sadly. “Captain doesn't hate you he was just scared something bad happened to you,” Bepo said back. “Captain worries about you out of love”. He added.

“This is the one thing I didn't want to happen.” “I took the medicine by myself so that I wouldn’t be in the way of the captain’s duties”. You explained. “You still should have asked him to help, something worse could have happened to you.” Bepo finished. You ate trying to increase your blood sugar to prevent hypoglycemia. “I'm going to found Law,” you said getting out of bed.

You headed to your shared room and knocked on the door. “Law, can I come in?” you asked. There was silence until you heard “yes”. You open the door and see Law sitting on your shared bed. You sat next to him on the bed and said “I'm sorry for my mistake”.

“You have died,” he said back. “I could have lost you” he added. You felt horrible at the thought of leaving Law behind due to your stupidity. You hug him wanting to make him feel better even those you were the one sick. “I promise to never be reckless again with my health,” you said.

There was a bit of silence until Law spoke up and said “Next time come to me when you take your medication so this doesn't happen again.” Law said upset. “I will” you replied in his arms. It is going to be a long week for you but as long as Law is there for support things will get better.

[melanieph321]

Pedri x Black Reader - Our Secret Part 5/10

Pedri sending Marcella risky texts. Y'all ain't ready 🤣

The story of Marcella and Pedri. As students of the most prestigious high schools in the country, the two are very focused on developimg their indvidual talents. Marcella has music whilst Pedri has football. However, worlds collide when Pedri's secret is revealed, he has diabetes.

Enjoy!

Friday came around.

Pedri and his teammates were in a good mood because none of them were sore from having to run windsprints. Pedri had talked to the coaches, apperently they invited a few scouts from football clubs such as Sevilla, to watch the team play. It was only natural for them to want their team looking sharp. Nevertheless Friday's game was played in front of a full crowd. Estudios Filántropos were up against their arch rivals Roscos Galacticos, another elite school from the same district. Pedri was feeling great, managing to stay in the game throughout the first half and an additional fifteen minutes into the second half. Before being subbed off he made a crucial pass to Pablo, assisting him for the game winning goal.

"A bet is a bet." Rosie smirked, as she bumped shoulders with Pedri when the students were invading the pitch at the end of the game. He watched her fulfill his friends wildest fantasies as she tapped Pablo on the shoulder and puckered up to kiss him.

"I told you! Didn't I tell you that the top baller is me!"

It was a blissful ride home, with Pablo's ego blowing through the roof.

"Did you see her, how she walked past you and straight towards me."

Pedri chuckled, looking over the steering as he drove with one hand. "I guess I got to watch my back now, eh? First you steal my girl, next you'll be outvoting me as captain."

"Don't worry Pedrito." Pablo said, rubbing Pedri's arm. "I promise not to run for captain until you graduate. As for Rosie, all is fair in love and war, no?"

Pedri laughed since he couldn't argue with that statement. Eventually his car pulled up to the driveway of Pablo's house. The lights were on inside and his parents car stood parked in the garage.

"I bet my dad is firing up the grill as we speak. You hungry?"

"Nah, I think I'll pass."

Pablo shrugged. "Suit yourself."

The two said their goodbyes and Pedri drove on. He got home in time to see his mother arrange plates and utensils around the dining table in the living room, however, his family usually dined in the kitchen.

"What's the occasion?" Pedri asked, kicking off his shoes and removing his jacket.

"Cariño? Your early."

"No I'm not."

His mother rushed up to him, dusting off his t-shirt and running a quick hand through his waxless hair."

"Mami?" Pedri groaned. "What are you..."

"Your father will be home soon."

"Yes, and?" He dodge her attempts to pamper him. "Why are we having dinner in here and not..."

The front door open. The question answered itself once Pedri heard his dad chatting away with..."

"Fernando!"

Pedri's mother rushed to hug her other son.

"Son."

"Papá."

Pedri was left to greet his dad, who congratulated him on tonight's win. "Your brother and I were busy at the restaurant, but we heard it over the radio. Nice assist."

"Gracias."

The room fell silent. This was the part where Pedri was expected to greet his older brother. They stood facing each other, appropriate distance between them. A stranger from the outside looking in would say that they were identical. They had the same dark hair and bushy eyebrows. Neither smiled effortlessly, nor displayed much of any other emotion. The only thing that gave them away was the height difference. Unfortunately, Pedri's brother had beat him to it, growing rapidly during their younger years, fooling people who met them in the street that he was the mature one.

"Hermano..." His brother surrendered, making the efforts to shake Pedri's hand.

"I have to take my shot." Pedri muttered, exiting the room in a autistic fashion.

"Come on son."

"Cariño, please come back."

He ignored his parents. It was clear to him that they would never understand. They would never wrapped their heads around the betrayal his brother committed the day he was sent to jail.

Pedri's reflection stared back at him as he put the cap back on his insulin pen and threw it in a separate disposal. He had lost weight since last year, alot of it. Mainly because there were no more drive-through dinners with his teammates after game nights. And Pedri seldom excepted invitations to eat anywhere but in his own home. His diabetes forced him to take a shot at least twenty minutes before or after having a meal and Pedri didn't feel that eating out was worth the hassle of bringing extras needles. Besides, he was ashamed. Yes, he admits it, being different sucked.

Pedri's attention diverged from the bathroom mirror as his phone vibrated against the sink. He received a notification from @M.playspiano.

M: I passed! 🥳

P: Marcella?

He scrolled through the public profile, finding no sleifes or any sign that this wasn't a message from a bot. But then he saw it, a 30 second clip of Marcella playing the piano in the abandoned classroom. It was just her hands, but Pedri recognized them anywhere.

M: I don't have your number so don't laugh at me for sliding in your DM:s.

P: I'm not laughing.

He typed, with a large grin on his lips.

M: I just wanted to let you know that señor Garcia liked the song we wrote. He even praised me for thinking outside of the box and making the song a duet. 🤣

P: The song we wrote? I don't rember lifting a finger. 🤥

M: Ha ha. It's our song, I couldn't have done it without you. There, I said it.

Something fluttured beneath Pedri's belly button. His fingers were typing fast.

P: Glad I could help. 😊

His excitement continued to rise as he saw three little dots appear at the bottom of his screen. He had never expected Marcella to be an avid texter.

M: You said you'll see me Saturday? Are you also going to Martina Blanco's quinceanera?

P: More like Martina Blanco's quinceanera is coming to me. Her family is having the party at my parents restaurant, I'm expected to make an appearance.

M: I see...

Pedri's brows furrowed as her message was not followed by three new dots at the bottom of his screen. Perhaps it was his turn to keep the conversation afloat?

P: Did you find a dress?

Pedri's heart pounded as the dots reappeared.

M: A dress? 🤔

P: For the party? You said your mom was taking you dress shopping and that's why you couldn't come see me destroy Roscos Galacticos tonight.

M: Wow, the male ego is fascinating. 😅

He laughed out loud at that.

P: I'm just saying, you missed out. At least let me see the dress that was more important to purchase rather then seeing me play.

It took longer for her to type, but the dots were there. Pedri's eyes widened seeing the small image appear on his screen. He tapped on it and it blew up. A picture of Marcella appeared. She was standing in front of a mirror in a confined space, perhaps a dressing room. She was bare feet, her long legs exposed way above her knees and the dress she wore was of style Pedri hadn't imagined to be of her taste in fashion. It looked more like something Rosie would wear.

P: Sexy 😍

He typed without thinking. Or, he was thinking....but not with his brain.

P: Can't wait to see it with my own eyes.

M: Oh, shut up 😝

He was grinning. To the point were his cheeks hurt.

The dots reappeared.

M: What are you wearing anyways? A tux, or just the regular overprized t-shirt that most of you men like to wear?🙃

Pedri snorted.

P: Funny.🤥

M: Did I write men, It was meant to say boys. Must've been a typo.😁

She was cheeky, teasing him in ways that pushed the right buttons. Pedri had to push back somehow. Although his brain was telling him no, Pedri backed up in front of the mirror and switched to the camera on his phone. One hand directed the lens towards the mirror, allowing him to view his own reflection through the screen. His other hand cupped his groin through his pants, hiding (not really) what was growing beneath. Pedri then held his breath and flexed his abs as he snapped the shot, then typing a cryptic message before pressing send.

"Cariño?"

He jumped with the knock on the bathroom door, his mother on the other end.

"Sì mama?"

"Is everything alright, the food is getting cold."

"Eh...I'll be right out." He was quick to get dressed. He stopped himself once he realized how hard his dick actually was.

"Mama?"

"Sì cariño."

"Go ahead, don't wait for me. I'll only be a minute"

"Alright, but don't take too long."

Pedri exhaled, his back against the wall. Then he realized. "Marcella!"

Her rushed to grab his phone, but stared blankly at the screen. The picture he took along with the message he sent, had been left on read.

"Puta."

[serenity-songbird]

I would love to request something like the superheroes headcannons (for the south park characters) but with captain diabetes if youd be willing to do him! or just general hcs with scott malkinson would be great :D

(I love Scott Malkinson!!! I feel so bad when the others make fun of him and forget him. 🥺🥺🥺)

You were shocked at first when you found out , your boyfriend Scott was Captain Diabetes.

Then you got worried.

"Honey...are you sure you're okay. I mean, eating all that sugar at once really isn't healthy for you. Dangerous even..."

"It's okay, Sweetie. I have my insulin!!!"

"That...really doesn't make me feel better..."

You've got to admit though, when he goes into his sugar rush, you can't help but swoon. I mean, damn he swoll.

There were times where he's had to save you from danger.

He gets really worried for you.

He'll pick you up and jump off the building with you safely secured.

...Somtimes you think of purposely getting in danger on purpose just so he'll hold you.

But you don't cause you don't want to die.

He is the sweetest boyfriend.

Caring, kind, and sweet. 💜💜💜

Will snuggle with you whenever and wherever.

Will show you off to his friends.

Because your really good looking.

Sweet kisses on the forehead and cheek.

Always holding your hand.

Scott is the best partner you ever asked for.

[vikkirosko]

(South Park the fractured but whole)

Scene between Scott malkison and The New Kid. Where they take advantage of this talk stuck because of the accident (pictured) where they are stuck in an alley,

foresighted New kid had brought from the Insulin what saves and at the same time warms Scott's heart. He explains his insecurities and lack of self-confidence.

💉 Scott Malkinson x Reader Oneshot Conversation on a mission 🧃

When they told you that you were going to go on a mission as a superhero at night, you were worried, which is why you tried to prepare for everything. Your partner was Scott Malkinson, who called himself Captain Diabetes. You sincerely hoped that there would be no problems tonight. However, your hopes have crumbled to dust. Scott got sick because of too much sugar. You hurried to open your backpack to get out a syringe with insulin. You had a few of these syringes at home that your parents bought before your aunt arrived, who was also diabetic, like Scott. You hurried to give him an injection, trying to remember how your aunt did it. When it became easier for him, you exhaled with relief. You were sitting on the ground next to him and looking at him with concern.

"How are you feeling?"

He smiled awkwardly at you.

"That's better, thanks."

You both weren't sure what you should have done next. You were afraid that he was in no condition to go on, but Scott got back on his feet.

"Don't worry, I'm really fine, I don't want to be a burden."

You saw regret and sadness in his eyes.

"I know that my diabetes is often inconvenient, but I don't want it to interfere with me"

"You are not a burden, regardless of whether you have diabetes or not, and don't listen to what others say"

You smiled at him.

"Let's go, the case is not waiting"

You moved on, realizing that you need to hurry. Scott followed you, looking warmly at your back, hoping that even after the end of this mission you will be able to continue your communication.

[korribanarchive]

All The Time In the World (Modern AU)

Modern Military AU- Marine Captain Gregor x Female Dancer Reader

Rated: Explicit 18+ only MINORS NO TOUCHY

Warnings: Diabetic fluff, oral sex, fingering, unprotected sex

Words: 2.3k

Summary: You're a dancer in the New York City Ballet. You met Marine Spec Ops Instructor Captain Gregor during Fleet Week two years ago. You fell hard and fast and you've missed him more than words can say. He comes up from Camp Lejeune on leave early to surprise you.

Taglist: @kurocommitsacrime @its-capt-traitor-to-you (for the QYTGregor contest)

AO3

It'd be great if you could still comment here to vote for this one for the QYTGregor Adult Fic Contest!

Divider by @djarrex

You stepped out of the back door of the David H. Koch theater of the Lincoln Center, sighing with relief. Your feet and legs ached after two performances that day and you were ready to go home and rest up for the next day’s performances. Ever since you had moved up to one of the principal dancer positions, your pay had almost doubled, but so had your workload. 

Pulling on your jacket, you pulled out your phone and saw your usual evening text from your long distance boyfriend, Gregor. Dance like you do through my dreams every night, Mesh’la ;). You smiled a bittersweet smile while you headed across the bandshell park toward the bus stop, the lights of the City that Never Sleeps illuminating the way. How long had it been since you had seen him in person? It had to have been Christmas. 

That was the life he had signed up for though. He was a Marine- CO of Foxtrot Company and instructor at Camp Lejeune. You both had known from the start that things wouldn’t be easy, but knowing it and living it were often two separate challenges.

“Now I know those aren’t tears in those pretty eyes of yours.”

The familiar, playful tone almost startled you and you looked up from your phone, seeing Gregor of all people leaned against the back of a bench, dressed in his perfectly pressed dress blues, a bouquet of your favorite flowers gripped in one hand. You closed the gap between them and pulled him down for a sweet kiss.

“I wasn’t expecting you ‘til next week,” you breathed once you had pulled away. 

His lips twisted into his charming, crooked smile. “Heh, didn’t think I’d leave the most beautiful girl in the world alone in the city during Fleet Week, did ya?”

“I guess not,” you laughed. “Two years tomorrow. Do you remember?”

“How could I forget? Your roommate was all over those SEAL Team 99  boys, but you didn’t look at anyone but me that whole night.” He held you close by the waist, unwilling to let go of you.

“If I recall, I wasn’t the only one with eyes fixated the whole night,” you replied, reaching up and straightening his hat. “You get all dressed up just for me?”

He winked at you. “We both know you’re a sucker for a man in a uniform,” he teased you and wrapped an arm around your waist.“Let’s get you home, Mesh’la, before I decide to take you right here and now.”

“Patience is a virtue, Captain,” you replied playfully.

He chuckled while guiding you toward the parking garage. He kept his hand wrapped around your waist the whole way. He opened the passenger side of his golden yellow Jeep Rubicon and lifted you up into the car, earning a giggle from you.

“You know, you’re the only one who I let do that off stage,” you teased. 

“I bet you can say that about a lot of things, Mesh’la,” he replied with a wink.

He got in the driver’s side and started the drive toward your apartment- he knew the way well after his visits the last two years. As he drove one of his hands came to rest on your thigh and  you closed your eyes with a contented sigh, holding onto the feeling of his warm hand on you.

“How did tonight go?” he asked.

“Pretty well. No incidents like we were having in rehearsals this season,” you replied.

It was your first season as a principal dancer and it was still nerve wracking to be the main focus on stage so often. A soloist had a few minutes of focus for one or two pieces. A principal had several pieces all to themselves or as the main focus.

“So no more getting dropped?” he asked.

“No. We are finally working well together,” you replied.

“Good.” The firmness of his voice betrayed his worry for you more than he’d ever admit outright.

Your male counterpart was a highly experienced dancer and you were extremely  lucky to have such a seasoned partner on the stage, but it had taken almost two months to develop the trust and chemistry needed to perform well. Being dropped by a man taller than Gregor was not fun. 

Pulling into the lot of your apartment, he stepped out and circled around. He opened the door and helped you down, kissing your hand as he set you on your feet. He grabbed his bag from the back while you went up ahead to unlock the apartment. 

As soon as you were through the door and into the living room of the two bedroom apartment, he had you in his arms again, pressing tender kisses to your cheeks, your lips, your jaw. Any exposed spot got a kiss.

“Not even,” you murmured between kisses, “gonna let me clean up?”

Not that you minded one bit. You had longed for this. To see him outside a video chat, to be in his strong arms again, to feel his lips against yours once more.

He chuckled, his hands traveling to your hips and pulling you flush against him. “Why bother? I’ll be getting you all dirty again in no time.”

“Let’s at least get to my bedroom. Don’t want my roommate coming back and getting an eyeful now do we?” 

He smirked and picked you up bridal style. Carrying you into the bedroom, he kicked the door shut behind him and deposited you on your bed. You pulled him down on top of you and kissed him, your eyes falling closed for a moment, savoring the heat, the passion, the love you had missed so dearly. His kisses lit a fire in you--a fire you were content to allow to consume you for the night.

“If you don’t start taking off that uniform, you’re gonna have to buy a new one,” you whispered.

You didn’t wait for him to comply, instead fumbling with the belt and the golden buttons, trying to peel away the stiff wool that stood between you and your Captain. His hands caught yours and he pinned them above your head. 

“Patience is a virtue, Mesh’la,” he teased, keeping you pinned in place with one hand while the other took its sweet time unbuckling the belt then unbuttoning every single button.

This man was going to drive you insane. One button, two buttons. You struggled lightly against his grip on your hands and his grip tightened while he paused at the third button.

“You are insufferable,” you whined. “Insufferable and evil.”

He leaned down, nipping at the shell of your ear. “You’re the one who said be patient,” he purred. “So be patient or I’ll leave you wanting.”

You pouted a little, but settled in his grip and he finally finished removing his jacket. The white button up and tshirt beneath quickly followed it to the floor, leaving his muscular chest exposed. 

He leaned down, his figure dwarfing yours as he kissed his way down your neck and collarbone, pushing aside your jacket, untying your top, and relieving you of your bra as he went. Bit by bit he exposed your lithe figure, leaving a scorching trail of kisses in his wake. 

Your hands finally free of their prison, you wasted no time kicking off your shoes and aiding him in sliding off your fitted jeans and panties. He took a moment to admire the sight of you laid out before him, as awestruck by you as he was your first time. His eyes traveled from your flushed cheeks, over your perky breasts before lingering between your legs.

His hand ghosted down your figure. You groaned when he traced around your lips with a single finger. His feather light touch was going to drive you insane at this rate and by the mischievous glint in his eye that was exactly what he was going for. The wanton whine that escaped you just served to egg him on. He swiped a finger up your slit, just barely brushing your clit as he gathered some of your juices on his finger.

“Look at you,” he teased. “I’ve hardly touched you and you’re soaked.”

“You’re one to talk,” you shot back, your eyes focusing on the taut fabric where his cock was straining against his dress pants.

“Can you blame me for missing you?” he asked. 

“Why don’t you show me just how much you missed me?”

Gregor didn’t need to be asked twice. He spread your legs wide and kissed his way along your thigh until he reached his prize. He ran his tongue up your folds then delved in, his tongue dipping into your entrance. 

Heat began to flood your body more and more each time his tongue delved into you and you buried your fingers in his clean-cut hair, trying to egg him on, desperate for more. His torturous tongue only served to amplify the ache. 

“Gregor, nnng fuck,” you groaned. 

“Yes, Mesh’la?” he purred. 

“Are you going to torture me like this all night?”

He chuckled, sending pleasant vibrations through your cunt. He feigned thinking about it, lazily swiping his tongue against your clit as he did. 

“That depends on how good you are for me, Mesh’la.” He immediately returned to his place between your folds, sucking your clit into his mouth.

“Aah! Jesus! And how do you…nnn define good?” you panted. 

The heat was beginning to rise in you. Your brain was going fuzzy and all you could bring yourself to think about was his mouth that was pushing you deeper and deeper into the fire he was setting in you. 

You glanced down at him and the look in his eyes as he slid two fingers inside you told you exactly what he wanted from you. No words needed. His fingers curled up, pressing on that sweet spot over and over. A cry tore from you as the heat of your first orgasm shot through your veins. Your Captain didn’t stop either, his tongue sweeping over your quaking bud, even as your vision filled with blinding light brighter than any spotlight you’d ever been under.

The roaring in your ears slowly died down and you blinked the last stars from your vision, your head still in the clouds when you felt his fingers and mouth pull away. A whimper escaped you at the loss.

“Heh, if you think we’re done, Mesh’la, you haven’t been paying attention.” His voice cut through the fog that had settled over your mind.

His shoes and dress pants had joined the rest of his uniform on the floor of your bedroom and his warm brown eyes met yours as he slid his boxers down and threw them aside as well. He settled between your legs. Your ankles found rest on his broad shoulders, toes curling in anticipation as he rubbed his leaking cock against your entrance.

“Gregorrr stop teasing me and take me already!” 

You whined and squirmed trying to get payback, but his hold on your legs left you little room to do anything more.

“You’re cute when you get all impatient,” he teased. “I think you’ve waited long enough though.”

He filled you slowly, his hands coming down and massaging your hips as you quivered at the sensation. He stretched you near to your limit- he always had. 

“Fuck,” you gasped.

“All right, Mesh’la?” he asked, pausing with his shaft buried inside you.

“Better than all right.” You nodded that he was okay to continue.

He started at a slow pace with you, taking his time. Each deliberate thrust sent a jolt of sensation through you. His every muscle was taut and even in the haze he was slowly pushing you into it was clear he was holding back on you, always gentle and always cautious.

“You’re not gonna break me, love,” you managed to gasp. 

He smiled and leaned down and braced his arm above your head, nearly folding you in half to capture your lips in an electrifying kiss. 

“Is that so?” he grunted as his hips snapped forward with more force earning a lewd moan from you. “Perhaps I want to take my time with you, Mesh’la. We’ve got all night.”

And take his time he did. His every thrust sent you deeper and deeper into that blissful haze that only he could send you into. He kissed anywhere he could reach, leaving trails of fire along your skin. 

The pressure that was building inside you felt like it would last forever yet explode at any moment. A coil waiting to spring open at the slightest provocation. 

“Right there, love,” you panted. “Just like that. Nnng… so close.”

You could feel his discipline waning as well, but he did as you asked, hitting that sweet spot in you in ways you had no way of reaching on your own. 

“That’s it Mesh’la, come for me.”

His hand on your hip moved between you and his thumb circled your clit. The pressure exploded in you. Your whole body tensed under him, your legs trembling and your vision going white. You were a mess of incoherent curses as the last of his discipline crumbled. 

He chased his own high letting you ride yours out on his pulsing cock until he couldn’t hold out anymore. He pulled himself from you, pumping himself once, twice. Hot ropes of his cum painted your flat stomach as he groaned your given name. It never sounded as sweet as then.

Catching his breath, he looked down at you, his crooked smile returning. “Worth the wait, Mesh’la?”

“Always worth the wait, Gregor,” you murmured, shifting to lie down fully and pulling him down onto you.

He wrapped you in his arms and buried his face in your neck. “I missed you,” he admitted quietly, running his hands up and down your back. 

“I missed you too,” you whispered back, pressing soft kisses to his shoulder. “I always miss you.”

“I’m sorry, Mesh’la. I understand if-” 

“Hush. None of that. No apologies. No sadness. We knew this wouldn’t be easy, but we have time now and we’re not wasting it on regrets,” you chided. “For this week we have all the time in the world. Let’s make the most of it.”

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[kuroos-babie]

Childhood Sweethearts

Tendou x fem!Reader | Ushijima x fem!Reader 

[ Headcanons ]

Request: Can I request being childhood sweet heart with Tendou and Ushijima — anonymous

a/n: this request gave me diabetes jskdhfskdf i love it so much i hope you’ll like this one as well! SEND ME REQS AND FEEDBACK!! :DDD

❀ look at him jUST LOOK AT HIM PLEASE

❀ HOW COULD ANYONE NOT LOVE THIS SWEET SWEET BABY

❀ he’s so precious pls take my heart, take my kidneys it’s all yours ;(

❀ of all the kids in your class, you’re the only one who didn’t shun him

“i really like your hair, satori-kun! such a pretty color!!” 

“...”

“they look so soft too!!”

“...”

❀ it took a while for tendou to accept that you sincerely wanted to be friends with him and since then you two were inseparable

❀ lots and lots of affection and praises for tendou!!

❀ it’s what he deserves!!! 😤 😤

❀ you would snap back at bullies while holding his hand

“you’re just mad because satori-kun blocks all of your spikes!”

“he’s waaaaay better than any of you”

“i bet you can’t even reach the top of his head, short-stacks!!”

❀ he would always glow with pride when you boast everything about him that you thought were cool

❀ afternoon naps at his house where you two would just build pillow forts and cuddle

❀ loves squishing your cheeks and giving you headpats

❀ probably married each other as kids 945 times

❀ when you both reached high school and went to shiratorizawa, his teammates would often be shocked at the both of you openly showing affection like it’s nothing

❀ esp when you would kiss his cheeks before practice >:3c

“uhh tendou-san what was that?”

“a good luck kiss. why do you ask?” >:3

❀ ahahaha congrats tendou, you’ve officially shattered all the juniors’ hopes and dreams of getting together with their precious Y/N senpai

❀ for optimum experience pls peep my being childhood friends with ushi hcs haha :’D

❀ since you grew up with each other, it was only natural for the both of you to be at each other’s beck and call

❀ ushi needs someone to toss for him? bet

❀ you need someone to come with you during errands? he’s there

❀ ushijima’s also very nonchalant to giving and receiving affection

❀ and this carried on until you two reached high school :D

“toshi kiss!”

he would kiss you on the forehead without hesitation

“toshi hold!”

he would grab your hand in a heartbeat

❀ vbc members would always be so perplexed and often question you what you did to their captain

❀ one time you brought yours and toshi’s dog with you during a weekend practice

❀ they were already done when you peeped through the gym doors, your puppy who’s already grown more than half your size barely containing it’s excitement

❀ when you both see ushijima, you and the dog would tackle him 

“Y/N-san is that your dog? so cute!”

“it’s our dog” ushi would reply

“w h a t” 

.

.

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“YOU TWO HAVE A DOG TOGETHER?”

bonus:

“what do you mean you two sleep together?????” the whole shiratorizawa team hollered, once again pestering ushijima about his relationship with you.

“she would lay her head on my chest and throw her leg over my waist.”

“and???”

“we would sleep”

SKJFSKJDFS

[mychemicalimagines]

Steal Their Clothes&What They Think Part 2

Requested by: @foulobjectdelusion “ Can I please have a headcanon for Professor Chaos, Call Girl, Fastpass and Captain Diabetes with a tomboy fem S/O with short hair and wears vintage suits and sometimes steals the characters clothes but she still wears lip-gloss, lip balm, and lipstick? Please tell me if that is too much”

Pairing: South Park Characters x Female Reader

Warnings: Probably come language. Guys are pervs so some sexual talk XD

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A/N: Here’s Part 2! I hope you enjoy! SPOILERS TO THE GAME!!!

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Butters Stotch (Professor Chaos)

Steal Their Clothes 

Butters is a very nervous kid and overthinks everything!.

He would search around his room for hours thinking he lost his very hoodie!

He would sneak out of his house so his father wouldn’t see him going to school or parking with his friends without his jacket. 

He would be battling someone from the “Coon Friends” and see you fighting one of his minions in his hoodie.

‘Y/N, is that my jacket?’

‘Why, yes, Butters! It is!’

‘How-How did you get it?’

‘I stole it from your locker yesterday!’ 

‘I-uh-As much as you look great in it, Y/N, I-uh-I’m going to need it back before I get grounded.’

‘Nope!’ 

And you’d just walk away.

He does think you look amazing in it so he never asked again.

He’d blush every time you walked around in it and reveal it was is. 

What They Think of Your Outfit

He couldn’t help but stare.

He loves the way the pants fit you.

He compliments you all the time, making sure you know you look beautiful!

When he convinces you to join ‘Chaos’, he wouldn’t let you change it!

The only thing he would let you do is adding some tinfoil to your hat, proving you’re a part of Chaos

‘Y/N, you don’t need any more aluminum foil! You look great!’

‘But Butters! If-’

‘Sorry, Y/N but no!’

Wendy Testaburger (Call Girl)

Steal Their Clothes

You don’t have to steal any of her clothes.

She willing hands them over!

‘Hey, Y/N. Here’s that shirt you wanted to borrow!’

You are the one person she would never backstab or be two-faced with.

You use that to your advantage.

Always showing up to her house, letting her pick out outfits for you.

‘This green would go great with your eyes!’

She would randomly hand you clothes throughout the week.

‘Y/N, this shirt doesn’t fit me anymore and I think it would be perfect for you!’

She lied. It fits her perfectly. She just wants to see you in it.

What They Think of Your Outfit

Wendy was the one that actually helped you with your Superhero outfit!

After you told her your ‘powers’, she took you to the Sloppy 2nds to get your outfit.

She wouldn’t let you pay for anything.

When you guys battle together, she always brings up how well your outfit goes together.

On every single one of Call Girl’s phones, your picture would be as her background.

Smiling, laughing, or even hanging out at her house for a sleep-over.

Too nervous to tell you why, she would say it was because she was also in the photo and that she looked amazing.

It was really because she loved how you looked!

Jimmy Valmer (Fastpass)

Steal Their Clothes

Jimmy would not let you borrow any of his sweatpants.

This is because since he can’t walk without his crutches, he rips his pants a lot. 

His shirts and hoodies though, you steal on a regular basis

The first time he saw you wearing his hoodie, he stuttered more than usual. 

‘Y/N, you look a-a-a-a-a-amazing.’

‘Thanks, Jimmy!!’

You stole his Fastpass shirt once and he had to ‘zoom’ around in his normal yellow shirt. 

He felt naked and weird but it was worth it!

What They Think of Your Outfit

The first time he saw it, you clicked the button for one of his Fastpass Travels.

‘W-w-w-w-wow, Y/N.’

You didn’t know what to say so you just blushed and looked away.

You notice every time you’re in the Coon Lair, Jimmy is staring at you. 

Mainly staring at your chest. 

The shirt showed your boobs perfectly so he was staring at them.

He couldn’t help it.

You looked so damn pretty. 

Scott Malkinson (Captain Diabetes)

Steal Their Clothes 

Scott is one of those nice guys.

You ask for a jacket, he’d take the one off his back and hand it over.

When you steal his jacket from his house, he didn’t care one bit. 

But when he sees you wearing it, his lisp stuck out more.

He wasn’t sure what to say. 

Actually, he’s not sure what he DID say.

It came out a jumbled mess but he knows you blushed and hid your face.

He told Butters later that he doesn’t mind you wearing his clothes.

What They Think of Your Outfit

When he died outside of the Italian restaurant, you saw and ran over from your hiding spot.

When Douchebag farted and turned back time, Scott said that he saw an angel running toward him.

It was you, of course.

He will forever remember that and how beautiful you looked running to his side.

After the whole Mitch Connor thing, he told you...

‘Y/N, your outfit is the best one here!’

(He’s not just saying that because your ass looks GREAT in tight pants.)

He also asked to borrow your hat once. 

‘Super secret mission!’ He said.

It was just to take selfies  

[holykillercake]

FRIED EGGS

KOBY x Pirate!Reader

word count: 2k

summary: Being infiltrated as a Marine and keeping your feelings under control was easy until you were assigned to work with Marine Captain Koby. How you wished he was a jerk.

highlight: ¨I am kissing you... but I am angry, Y/N-san...¨

warnings: read under the risk of developing diabetes.

notes: Hey, guys! This was a lovely request from @pure-kirarin! <3 I had to stop other projects to make this one because Koby threw me out of my comfort zone hahaha I really hope you like!! ALSO 1) Happy Birthday Sabo-kun! ALSO 2) In order to add more dept to the story, the main character is part of a Yonkos´crew, but I wrote in a way that all fit, so choose your favorite! ALSO 3) ART ALERT!

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¨You have been doing a remarkable job in such little time, Commander L/N. We all have great expectations regarding your transference to our Marine Headquarters.¨ 

The words of the Rear Admiral barely scratched your mind as you discreetly observed the pink-haired boy´s reflection on the crystal clear window. 

He maintained a similar posture to yours: chin up, chest out, shoulders back, and stomach in. However, while your fingers remained paralleled to your trousers, you took a glimpse of his clenched fist, thumb fidgeting the side of his index finger. 

¨Vice Admiral Tsuru was reluctant to sign your transfer. She said you remind her of herself in the past, which is always an excellent compliment to hear.¨ you nodded, acknowledging his words  ¨We´re glad we convinced her.¨

Your heart warmed with his words, and you almost felt bad because you knew the disappointing outcome O-Tsuru-san would have at the end of this. She trained you with the iron face of a merciless soldier, and the elegance that resembled the animal of her name.

It has been three years since you received the green card from your captain to part ways in a long-term solo mission. A journey to excavate the putrid secrets of the so-called defenders of the law. You learned after a short time that justice is not so black and white.

Not that you planned to reveal the dirt, no. That intel your captain could sell to the Revolutionary Army and keep the capital running. You were interested in the arms race, the corrupt diplomacy, and more importantly, the dark pipes where traitors flowed.

Someone from inside the Yonkos was feeding the Marines with crucial information about the Emperors´ activities. And in such a close fight, you could not take those risks.

All other Emperors must have their own undercover agents within the Marines, but even that was a dispute. You could point some names to your boss, who confirmed what was suspected. Those would usually be the best of the best, extravagant and loud.

But not you. You didn't have to make that much noise. You slid between the floors of New Marineford like a snake swimming with the current. Earning the respect of your superiors and being promoted without ringing any bells. You accepted each medal with a firm salutation and relentless performance. 

¨The trip must have been displeasing. Submerging ten thousand meters underwater and rising to these fiendish waters require a good rest. Our Marine Captain Koby will escort you to your quarters, Commander Y/N. The remaining instructions shall be presented tomorrow.¨

You saluted the Rear Admiral in front of you and turned to the exit, passing by Koby, who waited for you to leave first.  When your paths crossed, the pace of your heartbeats quickened, pumping more blood through your body and leaving a burning sensation on your cheeks. 

The involuntary response was instantly interpreted as alertness to danger, which needed to be handled with caution. 

Can´t let my guard down around this one, you thought.

In fact, you planned to keep as much distance as you could from him. An officer let slip that he has been gaining incredible control over his Observation Haki since the Paramount War. 

But the wind seemed to change direction, and you began to swim against the current. When the morning came, you were assigned to be his partner for an undetermined time, and he would act as your superior. The idea of being bossed around by a younger marine got your temper sparked. 

Only he was not like the others, treating you in a patronizing and condescending way. He spoke to you with the same cordiality and politeness he addressed everybody else. 

Slowly, your concrete cold expression began to soothe. You would still remind yourself how annoying his good manners were, though. So annoying, seriously!

¨Good morning, Y/N-san!¨ he greeted as you joined him for breakfast. 

¨Good morning, Koby.¨ 

¨Our Border Force correspondent sent his report early in the morning with information about possible Yonkos´ alliances in the Wano Country. We are arranging a meeting as soon as possible.¨ 

You didn´t like to handle work so early, but this subject, in particular, raised your spirits. ¨Good. It was about time.¨

You noticed that he wore a different headband. ¨What happened?¨ 

¨Hm?¨ he brought the soup bowl close to his mouth. 

¨The bandana. Green, with the fried eggs.¨ he choked on the miso soup, coughing like he had swallowed poison. 

You reached for a paper tissue and handed it to him. ¨K-Koby, are you ok?¨

¨Y-Y/N... Y/N-san...¨ he coughed some more ¨They´re not... fried eggs...¨

¨Oh...¨ your brows raised slightly ¨What are they?¨

A depressive aura grew around him ¨They are flowers, YN-san...¨

The edge of your lips contorted as you tried to hide a smile. You haven´t felt like smiling genuinely for years. Annoying boy!

From that moment on, ignoring him became more difficult. He started to ask you to train with him or invite you to spend some time with him and Helmeppo whenever you had free time. Eventually, he began to ask you how he looked before an important meeting. 

Most of the time, you would reply something like ¨ok¨. But sometimes, the mouth was quicker than the brain, and you would let an ¨impeccable¨ slip out, followed by an awkward throat clearing and blushed cheeks. 

From both sides.

•

¨Oh my-¨ you stopped yourself from finishing the sentence. 

You were chosen to complete this mission due to your excellent skills in hiding emotions and acting calm under stressful situations. No one could break you. 

Within the Marines, no joke could make you crack a smile, and no torture could make you spill secrets. 

Why did you want to ask if he was ok?

Koby had entered his office with bumps and bloody bruises over his face. His always neat uniform was blotchy, and he carried a first aid kit. 

¨Garp-san paid a visit.¨ He sat on the couch and opened the white box, throwing everything on the coffee table. ¨I bet it wasn't like this with Tsuru-san.¨ he chuckled. 

¨No. She would beat me up, wash me and hang me up to dry.¨ 

You shot from the chair, moving towards the clumsy pinkette, who struggled to attend to his injuries. He tried to hold the mirror with one hand and suture his gash with the other. 

¨Thank yo-¨

¨Shh. Don´t move.¨

You leaned closer to have a better look, giving Koby the same chance. Your delicate perfume smelled like it was tailor-made for you. Your breathing was slightly irregular, and your lip twitched with every given stitch. Your fingers felt like feathers on his skin, so much that he didn´t even feel a sting. 

The job was fast and efficient, making Koby wish Garp had put more effort into his Love Fist. Grabbing a piece of wet cotton, you cleaned the dried blood.  

¨Alright...¨ you whispered.

¨Alright...¨ he whispered back.

You were inches apart from his face, your eyes traveling across the scar on his forehead, the pink locks, and kind features. Your mind traced back all the way to the Paramount War. You had very little knowledge about him, but the words he spoke that day have always made your heart pound like cannonballs. 

You will make an excellent Admiral one day, Koby. 

I hope you don´t hate me. 

¨Y-Y/N-san...¨

¨Hm?¨

¨Your smile is beautiful.¨

¨What?¨ The stupid scene of yours was interrupted like a DJ stopping the record player. 

With cheeks getting pinker than his hair, you shot up and marched back to the chair and your newspaper. ¨You clean this up.¨ 

He left a low chuckle out and began gathering the mess. 

Oh, no, Y/N. You have got to be kidding me. 

He is a freaking marine. Breathe. 

There were a vast number of reasons why you couldn´t like him: from him being a Marine Captain and you being a pirate to the fact that your mission was coming to a conclusion.

Meaning that your journey as his partner would be very soon reaching its end. The meeting with this mysterious correspondent regarding the Yonkos´ operations in the New World would be the last move in this chess game. You would be going home. Mission completed. Everything perfect, right? 

Right, perfect. Impeccable! Ugh!

•

¨... confirm secure line.¨

¨This is Border Officer code 404890. Secure line confirmed.¨ you spoke with a low but clear voice through the nail transponder. 

¨What´s the status on our birdie?¨

¨Positive. The birdie is located at 03:24:01.¨ you gave your boss a coordinate to the name of the Marine informant. The answer you took three years to find out remained on file number one, third page, suspect number twenty-four. 

An amused laugh echoed on your end, and you buried the speaker on your jacket to muffled the sound. 

¨At least he is not one of ours.¨ a chuckle ¨Great job, Y/N.¨

¨Thank you, boss.¨

¨I know this mustn't have been easy, but you were impeccable as always.¨

Yeah, impeccable. 

¨You know the protocol now. We´ll see each other in a few days. You´ll have a party waiting for you, kid.¨

¨Aye, aye, boss. But I want the good booze.¨  Both of you laughed. 

You finished the call, and the smile on your lips died as the image of a pink-haired boy invaded your mind. You wished he was a jerk like everybody else. 

It would have been so easy. 

¨Who were you talking to?¨ your chest contracted, pushing the air out of your lungs and sending extra blood supply to your muscles. 

You hid the transponder into your jacket and turned, facing your Marine Captain. 

¨Eavesdropping, Koby?¨

What should I do?

¨Y/N-san, who were you talking to?¨ he repeated himself, offering the benefit of the doubt. You sighed.

¨My captain.¨ 

Why the need to be honest with him?

¨Y/N-san, please don´t tell me-¨

¨I´m sorry, Koby. I wish I didn´t have to do this.¨ you couldn´t bring yourself to face him.

¨A-Are you a pirate? Why?¨

You chuckled ¨Why am I a pirate?¨

¨Why did you do this?¨ his face was pale, making your guts twitch in guilt.

¨I´m on a mission. But I´ll leave soon.¨

¨You are like... Vergo-san.¨ he sounded disappointed.

¨I am nothing like Vergo. You know this.¨ or at least you hoped he did. 

He closed the door slowly, eyes fixed on your figure. The bright light from the window made him look like an ethereal painting.

While you tried to predict his next move, whether he was going to interrogate you or kick your ass, Koby acted calm and collected, not hesitating. He trusted his Observation Haki to guide his next move. Or maybe his heart.

You saw a pink blur closing distance like a missile, and before you could dodge, his hands pulled you by the waist, connecting your bodies and lips. 

He forced your back to meet the thick window with a gasp that was muffled by the kiss. His touch was rough upon the fabric of your uniform, but his mouth felt soft against yours.

Your hands moved to his hair, removing the round pair of glasses and the green bandana so you could get lost in his locks. His grip was harsh under the fabric of your uniform, but his hair felt soft on your fingertips. 

A moan escaped your lips when he parted the kiss with a loud snap and struck the glass with both hands, keeping you trapped in the middle. You let go of his hair and grabbed him by the collar, not letting him go away.

¨I am kissing you... but I am angry, Y/N-san...¨ his breath was heavy and carried with a myriad of emotions. 

¨I know... I am sorry.¨

¨Why?¨

¨Because I like you, Koby. A lot.¨ he paused for a second, fighting the urge to admit the same.

¨What was your mission?¨

This is the last lie, I promise, Koby. ¨The Marines possessed vital information about something my boss wants. I needed to get it.¨

¨Now that I know that you´re a pirate and that you stole Marine´s assets, I´m gonna have to hunt you down.¨

¨I´ll be waiting for you.¨ 

You stared him in the eyes, and he kissed you to stop himself from saying what he really wanted. 

I love you, Y/N-san.

Diary of Koby-Meppo: The Fried Egg Life Crisis.

💕 @vemuabhi

[strepsils123]

Catching the snowflake

Summary: The story of how a chance meeting can change 2 people's lives Warnings: This my first fic so thats a huge warning on its own. Tooth-rotting fluff, sweet steve rogers, 2 curse words. Yeah basically this fic can give you diabetes. If you find anything please tell me. There are some inaccuracies since i chose actual locations except one. Pairings: steve rogers x reader Square Filled: "catch a snowflake" Word Count: 3k A/N: @avengersbingo

Date: DEC 13, 2023

Time: 21:23

Location: THE WHIP & THE FIDDLE PUB

Steve is in a bar and he is still trying to figure out a few things. One why the hell is he here, he knows he can’t get drunk and two how hasn’t no one recognized him yet. The second question is always something he has always asked himself whenever he went undercover. He is super-soldier for god sakes! How on earth don’t people recognize a super-soldier in a Henley, a leather jacket, a baseball cap and glasses? He did save the universe and brought bad around trillions of people but whatever.

It’s been almost 11 years since he woke up … that was 11 years of endless fights. Even though he did rest for 7 decades, in every waking moment of his life all he has done is fight (quite literally). He doesn’t know anything else to do.

Now with Nat (she said she has done enough of world saving and jumping of off space cliffs for a lifetime or 10) and Tony (more or less what Nat had said) retiring, Bruce trying to be his old 5’9” stature, Clint going back to his family and retiring (for real this time… hopefully) and Thor hitch-hicking a ride with the guardians, he had no one, no purpose.

Sure Steve had Bucky, but with Sam being the new Captain America Bucky was needed now more than ever.

For once in his overextended life he felt truly alone. He thought about staying in the 40s with Peggy, but that wasn’t fair to many people first of all to Peggy, who moved on and lived a full life and Bucky who would be there with him till the end of the line.

He knows he owes it to Peggy to live a full life on his that’s why after giving that dance he promised to that dame all those years ago he came back.

He was pulled back to the present by a whiskey he didn’t order. He looks up to see a couple having a fight. He looked at his watch, time: 22.23. That was it. He has to do something with his life. He cannot be that creepy who observes everyone at one corner of the bar, he thought to himself.

He decided to take baby steps, starting with going to the supermarket to buy things needed to make some late night dinner.

So he drove to the nearest Target and as he was shopping he saw her. He saw the most beautiful girl he had ever laid his eyes on.

Though drenched all he could see was that beautiful face.

Date: DEC 13, 2023

Time: 22:35

Location: THE WHIP & THE FIDDLE PUB

It’s been 6 months since it happened. 6 months since her supposed love of her life cheated on her. Ever since that fateful night she has been on a downward spiral.

How could she not be sad? That dipshit flushed 5 years of her life down the toilet. Her friends…. well they were there for her for the first month. After that she was deemed too depressing for her friends and she has been alone ever since.

At times she would wonder whether it was her fault, whether she let this happen, was she not good enough. Yep ladies and gentlemen she opened that door. Ever since her “friends” abandoned her. She would spend all her nights drinking in this vintage pub. At first she would go there in the hopes of getting laid after a few weeks she realised that was impossible. Nowadays she would go there to just drink all of her sorrows (not the healthiest thing out there.. but it works).

Suddenly she was brought back to the present by a rain. She looked up to see a bachelorette party started a fire to her bar. She obviously ran out of the bar.

As she saw her favorite bar got in the crossfire between water and fire she realized how alone she was. Being drenched head to toe and the cold December winds didn’t help either.

She realized she couldn’t do this any longer she had to brush herself up and move on because that jerk did that almost 6 months before the actual break up. He wasn’t worth all her time.

She decided to take baby steps, starting with going to the supermarket to get herself a change of clothes and treat herself with a nice bath with some candles and wine.

So she decided to go to nearest target and start this new chapter of her life.

Date: DEC 13, 2023

Time: 23:00

Location: 445 Albee Square W, Brooklyn, NY 11201, United States

She got in the shop and decided a change of clothes since December air and wet clothes is a recipe for hypothermia. She got herself a pair of jeans, a white cable knit sweater and a new jacket. After billing it she decided to go to fruits and vegetables section of the shop to change into her newly bought clothes, since no one’s gonna buy fruits and vegetables in the of the middle night. Boy could she not be more wrong.

Date: DEC 13, 2023

Time: 23:15

Location: 445 Albee Square W, Brooklyn, NY 11201, United States

Steve saw himself as the unluckiest dude when it comes to the ladies. He just can’t seem to talk to them without being a stuttering mess or when he picks the courage to do so he is just too late.

This drenched beautiful mystery was no exception. He was too late, again! It’s as if the universe is screaming that he will die single.

But tonight he wasn’t going to let that phase him. Tonight was about the new chapter of his life, about his new meal so he decided to focus on that. He went to the fruits and vegetables section only to find something that would change his entire life.

Date: DEC 13, 2023

Time: 23:15

Location: 445 Albee Square W, Brooklyn, NY 11201, United States

She stripped down to her underwear and that's when she heard it, “please be a nightmare, please be a nightmare” was all she could say at that moment. She hoped she didn’t hear it, she really did. Whoever was up there decided to turn a blind eye to her at that moment.

She didn’t know what came over her, all she remembers was grabbing the first she got which unfortunately was a cucumber and hit it on the head.

“Ow!!! What the hell? And why on earth are you naked?” he screamed as he turned around.

“What do you think you dumbfuck? I’m changing. Why on earth are you buying vegetables in the middle of the night.”

“Yeah well, I can see that and language!”

“Don’t ask me to watch my language, you turd-bag! Just wait I’ll change and I’ll be outta your hair.”

Yeah it wasn’t a nightmare. As promised she changed without a word and he waited. As she was walking out of the door she couldn’t help but feel guilty for way she behaved and she also noticed that he didn’t even try to get a peek ‘must be a true gentleman’, she thought. She knew she had to apologize for the way she acted so she decided to wait for the man in the leather jacket and baseball cap.

So she did.

Date: DEC 13, 2023

Time: 23:30

Location: 445 Albee Square W, Brooklyn, NY 11201, United States

He couldn’t believe what he just saw and heard. He sure as hell did feel bad for her since these kind of things only happens in nightmares. He decided to let the whole incident and his beautiful drenched mystery go.

He got the vegetables and other things needed for his dinner and got them billed. As he walking towards his bike he felt a hand on his shoulder and he couldn’t believe who he saw.

Date: DEC 14, 2023

Time: 00:00

Location: 445 Albee Square W, Brooklyn, NY 11201, United States

She lost all hope in finding the man. As a ray of sunshine she saw the man with the leather jacket. She decided to make a run for it. She eventually caught up with him and tapped on his shoulder.

“Hi… its me the naked gal with a filthy mouth. I just wanted to say I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to lash out on you. I mean you seem like a gentleman, you didn’t try to take a peek that was real nice of you. So ……..bye…….”

“WAIT!!”

“Yeah what?” she turned.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what happened?”

“Long story short, my favorite bar where I drink my sorrows out got burned down by a bachelorette party. I got drenched in the process. Decided to buy a change of clothes. That’s how you walked in on me half naked. I just realized Target may not be the best place to get changed.”

As she was talking she couldn’t help but wonder where she has seen this face before. Just as she was about to ask him, he must have understood that look on her face, “I’m Steve Rogers, ma’am”, he tipped his baseball cap and said.

“Holy shit please tell me I did not call the Captain America a dumbfuck.”

“Not the Captain anymore, doll”, he said with a sly smirk and a wink. That made her feel something that she hadn’t felt in a very long time. Well who knew Captain America ... well ex-Captain America could flirt.

Date: DEC 13, 2023

Time: 23: 45

Location: 445 Albee Square W, Brooklyn, NY 11201, United States

He could not believe what was happening, apparently the rude naked…well half naked girl was his beautiful drenched mystery. He was flirting! Who knew?

“What’s your name, doll?” , he knew would never forgive himself if he didn’t ask that question.

“Don’t you know about stranger danger grandpa?”

“Oh doll, you wound me, but I think it’s only fair since I told you mine.”

“I don’t remember asking yours.”

“Humour me.”

“You know what screw it, my name’s YN, YN YLN”

“Well that sure is a beautiful name, just like you. I know, I know, I coulda gone for a better line.”

“Yeah man, you could have.”

“I know I have to ask you this. If I don’t I know it’ll be the worst regret of my life.”

Steve got one knee and asked, “YN YLN, will you make me the luckiest man on earth by letting me take you out to ice cream?”

Deciding to keep up with the charade YN’s hand flew up to her mouth and said, “Yes! A thousand times yes!”

“Dude you don’t know me, for all you know I could be your new nemesis.”

“Yeah right”

“Hey! Now that’s mean.” YN retorted with a fake pout.

“How bout I make it up to you with some ice-cream?” Steve was never the one to believe in a god but at that moment he can swear that he prayed to all the gods there is for her to accept the offer.

“What is your favorite flavour?” , she asked with a raised eyebrow.

“An ardent chocolate lover, ma’am”, Steve said with pride.

“DING! DING! DING! That’s correct. I’ll come with you Captain Rogers.” She said with a sly smirk on her face.

“Well then milady, your chariot awaits.” He motions towards his bike.

“That looks like a chariot of death, but you know what screw it, might as well get on this since I am going for ice cream with a stranger.” She said and hopped onto the bike.

Steve laughed shaking his head and got on the bike.

“You know you can hold onto me right?” He said seeing her clearly uncomfortable.

“Oh Captain! My Captain! You should at least wait for the third date. Don’tcha think?”

Steve smiled and sped up a bit which made YN hold onto his waist tightly.

“Hey! Now that’s an abuse of power!”

Date: DEC 14, 2023

Time: 00: 45

Location: 148 Mulberry St, New York, NY 10013, United States

He couldn’t believe a beautiful dame like YN let him go out with her. They found a small ice cream parlour. She got a chocolate ice cream like him, unlike him her scoop had all the toppings the shop could offer as according to her ‘life’s too short to not eat all the toppings at once and you are paying for it.’

They got their ice creams and started talking about their lives. Steve about his ‘pre-serum days’ as YN would quote it and YN about her break up.

“OH MY GOD I CAN’T BELIEVE THAT WE WERE IN THE SAME BAR AROUND 3 HOURS AGO!” Steve screamed, which would have garnered unwanted attention to themselves if it weren’t for the ungodly hour.

“You really threw up in a roller coaster.” She threw head back and laughed, Steve couldn’t help but blush.

They started talking about his war stories, well more like Steve talked and YN listened. But the way he told stories made her feel like she was there. Hearing stories about Bucky and seeing the love and adoration he had for his best friend tugged her heart strings.

“I’ve always wanted to ask you this. You said you crashed the plane with the bombs on it right?”

“Yeah…?” Steve got confused and wondered where was this question heading.

“So you coulda just jumped outta the plane before crashing right?”

“OH MY GOD! Why didn’t I think of that? To be honest I’m glad I did. If it weren’t for that I wouldn’t meet you doll.” He said with a booming laughter followed by a wink.

“God that was so cheesy!” She tried to play it off but looking down and hoping that Steve wouldn’t notice the blood rushing to her cheeks.

Date: DEC 14, 2023

Time: 01: 45

Location: 148 Mulberry St, New York, NY 10013, United States

The ice cream melted and got over but the conversations didn’t. She couldn’t believe that fact that she had been talking to a real life superhero. The funny thing is talking to him didn’t feel like that. She felt like she got to know Steve Rogers the a guy from Brooklyn and not the Captain ... well ex-Captain America she saw in the museum.

She looked at the time, it was 1:45!!! She had been talking to him for almost an hour. Neither he nor she wanted this night to end so she decided to take him to one last place before calling it a night, which is if he lets her.

Date: DEC 14, 2023

Time: 1:45

Location: 148 Mulberry St, New York, NY 10013, United States

Steve was dreading this moment. The moment they have to call it a night. He guess someone answered his prayers.

“How bout we go to we got to one last place before calling it a night.” Her words were like was like an oasis in a desert.

“Where to doll?”

Date: DEC 14, 2023

Time: 2:15

Location: Todt hill, NYC

“Seriously doll! Why here out of all places?”

She just smiled and shook her head. “Patience is a virtue.”

He raised his up defeat and followed her, at this point he would jump off a cliff if she asked him to.

After a pretty long trek they reached the peak of the hill. Realising the look on his face she decided to speak up.

“You might be wondering why we’re here.”

“I MIGHT?!”

“Today’s December 14 and I saw on the news that today at 3:00 will be the first snow of the year. So I thought… perhaps we could come to the highest point in New York, by the way this is the highest well natural point. Don’t ask me why I know it, because I don’t have an answer for you. Back to the point since this is the highest natural point in all of New York, maybe we could catch the first snowflake. I know it’s ridiculous, why on earth did I even suggest this? Oh god-” she started blushing and palpitating.

Steve couldn’t help but find the whole rambling cute until he noticed her slipping into a fully blown nervous breakdown. He decided that it was his cue to stop her rambling by gently grabbing her by her shoulder.

“Hey! Hey! Hey! Its fine I honestly think it’s pretty cool. Hey! Looks like it’s almost time.” Steve said gesturing towards his watch.

They waited silently for the first snowflake. Who knew out of all places The Big Apple could be so silent?

Suddenly YN broke silence “STEVE! STEVE! IT’S HERE.”

She ran towards the snowflake and caught it and came back to Steve to show it to him. He couldn’t help but laugh at her antics.

She opened her cupped hands and showed him the snowflake and her smile turned into a frown when she heard it.

“Oops”

“Wait! What happened?” she got worried. But her concerned face turned into a full blown laughter when she looked up and saw Steve holding up a mistletoe over their heads ‘god knows where he found it’ she thought to herself.

“That’s incredibly cheesy”

“Well it’s Christmas.” Steve retorted.

“Not yet”

“Just shut up and kiss me, smartass.”

“Ooooooh, language Cap-”

Before YN could complete her line Steve grabbed her by the waist and kissed her. The kiss like was a black hole pulling her in until all gravity was lost under his touch . She felt she was in heaven when his tongue grazed her lower lip asking for permission, which she gave him happily. Their lips danced against each other like a song playing just for their ears, the rhythm being made as up as they went.

With each heavy breath YN soon pulled back slightly, just far enough that her lips brushed against Steve's, her eyes were closed but Steve's were drifting over her face, taking in each blissful feature.

“Wow.” That’s all she said. That’s all she could say. She opened her eyes and she saw him looking at her the way she was looking at him right now- with a glimmer of hope.

Who knew someone walking in on her changing in a Target would turn into one of the best nights of her life.

The end --------

a/n : ahh yeah its me again hope you enjoyed the fic. i just wanted to thank my dear friend annabelle for helping me with this fic.

and some people might be wondering why she chose chocolate ice cream. Well its because Im a sucker for a good old scoop of chocolate. I am prime believer of "chocolate can never be overrated". I think its impossible to overrate chocolate. You are free to imagine which ever flavour you like.

likes, reblogs and comments are very much appreciated 😁😁

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f*** being friends

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Steve is in love with his friend but he doesn't want to ruin their friendship

Warnings: mentions of copulation, making out (it gets heated), jealous steve, awkward steve, lil bit of angst, brief mentions of being bullied (verbally), mentions of game of thrones, i’m hoping for this to be really sweet and fluffy that y’all get diabetes in a healthy way, writing mistakes bby

Characters: Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Natasha Romanov, Erik Lehnsher (xmen), Cisco Ramon (the flash)

Word Count: 6.5k yikes

an: i have no idea where those characters came from but they’re there. also, hi! im posting something lmao shocker :o ctto of this picture

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The supersoldier who woke up in the wrong century would’ve been going through a whole lot of hell alone if it wasn’t for the cute scientist who was considerate and patient with him in helping him adjust to his new surroundings after the time-hopping incident. Fury took him to the tower that was owned by the genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist (as he likes to be called) after he tried to run through the streets of the modernized city of New York with his bare feet and that’s where he met her.

 The female scientist contrasted Tony Stark so much that it made Steve wonder how Tony even managed to get someone like her to be his assistant scientist. Steve didn’t have to wonder about how you were able to handle Tony because he was a hundred percent sure that you will be able to get along with anyone because you’re… you.

 While Tony was an obnoxious guy who likes mocking him, you were nothing but sweet to him. Going out of your way to make him feel comfortable and show him how time has changed the past. You taught him everything he should know and anything he wanted to know and in return, he bestowed you stories from his time before, during, and after the war and the supersoldier serum. 

 When you told him embarrassing stories about Tony and confessed that you sometimes get vexed by your boss that resulted in you ‘accidentally’ making one of his suits dance crazily while he’s in it, you and Steve shared a laugh and thus, started a genuine friendship.

Tony groans dramatically when he sees Steve giggling at his assistant while they’re making something in the kitchen. He walks over to them and knocks on the counter to catch the pair���s attention before giving them a faux smile. “As much as I love seeing capsicle giggling like a halfwit, I’m gonna have to ask you to stop stealing my assistant. We’re in the middle of discovering what must be the most important information in the world and you’re out here stealing her for shits and giggles.” Tony looks at the captain with a stern look before noticing your dramatic eye roll. “Hey-” he was about to chastise you when you cut him off.

 “Tony, learning how to bake chocolate chip cookies isn’t the most important thing in the world but I admire you for asking me for help for the sake of Morgan. But please, stop being so dramatic.” you chuckle at the end of your complaint. Tony bites his lip as Steve looks at you with such fondness without you even noticing it and he doesn’t know if he should feel sorry for the love-struck captain or be annoyed at how stupid and juvenile he was being. Just ask the girl out, goddammit.

 You turn to look at Steve before sighing, “Well, duty calls.” you shrug and smile at Steve when he reaches a hand towards your face to fix a stray hair away from your face. You stood frozen, staring at his ocean eyes that were staring right back at you before he started blinking and looked away. “Alright. I’ll see you later?” he asks as he looks back at you and you nod at him with a smile before walking past Tony. Tony rolls his eyes at Steve before pointing at him. “You clearly have it bad for her, cap. Why don’t you do us all a favor and just ask her out?” 

 Steve gawks at Tony, his face tinting a tiny shade of red before shaking his head. “What are you talking about? We’re just really good friends, Stark. I don’t even want to have this conversation with you.” Steve’s jaw clenches before he too walks out of the kitchen.

 Good friends my ass. Tony shakes his head in disbelief, smirking to himself. This is going to be fun.

  Some members of the team were in the kitchen, elbows on the counter, and tired out of their minds. Sam has his head on the counter, Natasha was taking a bite out of her sandwich every now and then, and Clint was slurping the milk from his cereal bowl. There was a mission the day before and everyone was showing how much it took a lot out of them.

 Y/N was putting whipped cream on top of the iced chocolate drink she made when Steve walked in. His face showed how tired he is but it quickly lightened up when he saw Y/N grinning at him with the iced chocolate. Steve made his way towards her and sat beside her, watching her put colorful sprinkles on the whipped cream before sliding the glass in front of him.

 “There ya go! Made with love and all.” she laughs at her own joke and Steve grins at her before taking a sip, earning a mustache made of whipped cream. “So good” Steve closes his eyes as he moans dramatically, making Y/N laugh even more. When Steve looks back at Y/N, she chuckles at him before making a motion towards the space between her nose and her upper lip.

 “What?” Steve smiles as he tilts his head to the side.

 “Here, let me…” Y/N gets a tissue before leaning towards Steve’s face and gently wiping the whipped cream off his face. God only knows how much I want to kiss his whipped cream covered lips. 

 Steve stared at her face, heart fluttering at the closeness of her face and gulps when he sees her looking back at his eyes. Those eyes will be the death of me. I wonder if she’ll look at me like that when I’m giving it to her good. 

 He watches as her eyes flutter towards his lips and then back to his eyes before he’s leaning closer to her face, his lips almost brushing against hers. Fuck.

 A bang interrupted them and they quickly pulled away from each other, awkwardly trying to compose themselves. Bucky seats beside Sam who was glaring at him. “You just have to stroll in here, you armless shithead.” 

 “Not cool, dude.” Clint chuckles before dumping his bowl at the sink. Natasha just sighs before taking another bite off her sandwich. 

 Y/N’s ears perked up when Sam’s words registered to her brain. Armless shithead. 

 She turns to look at Bucky before cursing under her breath. “Oh gosh, Bucky. I’m so sorry! Your arm reattachment scheduled this morning completely slipped out of my mind. Oh god. I’ll bring it up here now. Just give me a sec.” Y/N stumbles out of her chair, earning a concerned look from Steve who held his hand out just in case the fidgeting scientist falls. Y/N successfully runs out of the kitchen unharmed, leaving two supersoldiers confused.

 “What’d I do?” Bucky asks Sam who just shakes his head at him. Nat did the same thing as Sam did when Bucky turned to look at her. Steve still stared at the door that Y/N left in, thinking about how he almost kissed her and realizing how stupid he was. He could have ruined their friendship right then and there. She was so jumpy and awkward right after too. She probably got spooked by his actions. 

 “Why the constipated face, capsicle.” As if he wasn’t suffering enough, Tony enters the kitchen with a smug smile. “Barnes ruined his chances of kissing the little scientist.” Sam scoffed as Bucky gasped. “Oh shit. Sorry, punk. I didn’t know you were making moves already. Thought you would never do it. Sorry for ruining the moment. You’ll get—” Bucky’s teasing words were cut off by Steve’s booming voice. “Will you all just stop it?! We’re just friends. Stop pushing it. I don’t see her that way so please, just stop. We’re friends and that’s that.” Just as Steve’s speech was ending, a flustered Y/N walked in with a huge box. She walks over to Bucky and starts fumbling with his arm.

 Steve curses under his breath as he realized that she just heard his ‘confession’ and it’s not exactly what he wanted her to know. It’s exactly the contrary to what he’s feeling. He wants to be more than just her friend but he didn’t have the guts to do something about it. He also didn’t want to ruin the beautiful friendship that they already have. Relationships are too complicated and he couldn’t risk losing you just because of his stupid feelings. 

 “There! All done!” Y/N smiles at Bucky and Steve finds himself yearning for her to smile at him like that every-fucking-time. Bucky thanks her and winks at her that made Steve’s insides boil with something he didn’t have an idea about. Y/N picks the box up before walking over to Tony who was standing beside Steve. Right before she gets in front of Tony, she slips and before she knew it, her face was falling down the floor- only to be stopped mid-air as firm arms found their way to her waist and her shoulders.

 She was hoisted up and was met with Steve’s face just inches away from hers. “I got you.” Steve smiles.

 Y/N coughed and pulled herself away, making Steve’s smile flutter ever so slightly. “Umm, thanks. I gotta get back to work.” She smiles at him before turning towards Tony and starting a topic about their current topic about using vibranium as something he didn’t have an idea about. He sighed in disappointment as he realized how he managed to fuck up his friendship with her by trying to preserve it. How does that even happen to someone?

 “Is it just me or does the supersoldier serum affect the brain badly?” Sam pipes up after Y/N leaves the room to go back to the lab. Bucky elbows his ribs in response while Tony laughs at Sam’s words.

 “It’s just Steve who’s being an idiot. Don’t drag me into his lack of brain cells” Bucky muttered under his breath. Tony pats Steve on his shoulder before leaning up to his ear to whisper something.

 “Just friends, huh?”

Steve was nervous that you would bail on your weekly movie nights with him in his room where the two of you will watch movies that he missed while he was frozen. His nerves were getting the best of him until you knocked on his door only to greet him with a huge smile and arms full of snacks that were almost covering your face. “Movie night?” Steve swore that your giddy voice sounded like angels singing.

 Steve felt his heart flutter at the sight before shaking his head back to reality and easily grabbing the snacks out of your arms and setting it down on the foot of his bed. You skipped over to the bed and plopped yourself on it before looking at Steve with a raised eyebrow. 

“So… What are we watching tonight?” The anticipation in your voice made Steve smile before scratching the back of his neck.

 “Can we continue the game of thrones?” He asks and Y/N thought that him blushing was the cutest thing in the world so she couldn’t do anything but to nod. I mean, how could anyone say no to that face?

 You opened up a bag of chips while Steve tinkered with the tv attached to the wall in front of the bed. As the opening song started playing, Steve hopped on the bed beside you, grabbing the bowl of popcorn before laying on his back beside you and scooched closer to you. You smiled at that and laid your head softly on his shoulder which he seemed to like because he chuckled before stealing a piece of chip in your bag. You playfully glared at him as he only booped your nose in return, laughing when some powder from the chips were left on the tip of your nose. He leaned closer to your face, pausing for a while before blowing the powder residues on your nose. You felt your heart skip for a moment before turning back to the tv as the show continued to play.

 The room was dark with only the tv being the source of light but it’s enough for you to watch Steve’s every reaction to the show that you’ve already watched yet willing to rewatch it as long as it was with Steve. He was in one of the earlier episodes where Danaerys was betrothed to Khal Drogo. The tv was playing the scene where Danaerys’ handmaid was teaching her how to make love to Drogo. Your body warmed up at the scene, remembering how graphic this series can be and turned slowly to see Steve’s reaction. You expected him to be fidgety and awkward but he seemed to be really focused at the tv screen so you turned your head back towards the screen and continued to watch.

 Steve was trying his best to not have a panic attack right then and there. The scene was making him flustered and the effects of it were going straight to his crotch. He saw you move your head to watch his reaction but he did his best to act nonchalant and he was so relieved when you looked away from him that he almost cried. He thanked all the gods when the scene ended but his eyes widened when the screen showed Khal Drogo entering the tent butt naked and heading straight to Danaerys. When the man started ramming into her, Steve knew that he was fucked.

 Y/N nostrils flared in embarrassment as she watched the screen as it showed a very erotic scene. She turned her head sneakily to see Steve’s reaction once again but was surprised to see that he was already looking at her, their faces just an inch apart. 

 She looked at Steve’s eyes and was shocked to see that they were darker than usual, pupils dilated and his breathing erratic. She stared at him for a brief second before asking if he’s okay, genuinely concerned for the supersoldier. 

 “Steve, are you ok—” Y/N thought that she could’ve died right then and there when Steve closed the space between their lips and kissed her hungrily. Steve’s lips were so soft against her and when he plunged his tongue into her mouth, she almost came right then and there. This was how she’s deeply, madly, and hopelessly in love with the man. 

 Steve couldn’t explain the feeling he felt when she kissed him back. He could almost hear the wedding bells ringing when she moved her hands to caress both sides of his face. He placed the bowl of popcorn beside her head before placing his hands on her waist, easily manipulating her body so he was on top of her as he continued to kiss her lips like a starved animal.

 Steve felt her hands traveling up to his hair as she arched her back. Steve’s eyes went to the back of his head when she felt her grinding against his hard-on and he was thankful that her mouth was on his so she was able to swallow his moans. He responded by grinding his hips down against hers, earning a tug on his hair and a whine from her lips that made his eyes snap open in shock. Shit. 

 Steve stumbled as he quickly pulled away from her, knocking the popcorn by her head off the bed and making popcorn scatter all over the floor. “Shit” Steve looks at the mess on the floor and back to you, lips plumper after his assault. “Shit” he says again. “I’m so sorry.” He whispers. “Shit, Y/N. I’m so sorry! I didn’t—” He cuts himself by cursing at himself again and again.

 Y/N pushes the hurt she’s feeling at the moment. What was he about to say? That he didn’t mean any of it to happen? 

 She places a hand on Steve’s left cheek and it seemed to immediately calm him down. “Breathe, Steve. It’s okay. Everything’s fine.” You smile at him which he returns sadly.

 “I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean for that to happen, I was just… I don’t know what got into me.” Steve stuttered, almost crying. That’s not how he wanted it to come out.

 Y/N looks at Steve with a faux smile. Ouch. Saw that one coming but it still hurt like a motherfu—

 “I shouldn’t have done that.” Steve shakes his head. 

 Y/N gives Steve an understanding nod. And here I thought things couldn’t get uglier.

 “I mean… I don’t want to ruin what we have. Our friendship, I mean. I love being friends with you and I love what we have and I don’t want to ruin that because of me.” Steve tries to explain. Keyword: tries. “I mean you’re obviously the most gorgeous person in the world but I don't want to lose what we have just because of a kiss or a ruined relationship, do you get what I’m saying?” Steve looks at you hopefully. Clearly, he’s not very good at explaining things but you nod nonetheless.

 “I totally understand. I mean… I’ll be more than fine to try things out with you but I understand where you’re getting from. I wouldn’t want to lose what we have either. I guess being friends is the best idea for you.” Steve flinches at your words. Your tone was sweet but your words were hurting him and it’s his own fault too so that just frustrated him even more. 

 “How about we forget about what just happened and stay as good friends, deal?” Y/N gives him a friendly smile. How the hell is he supposed to just forget about what happened. That was easily the best thing that’s happened in his life and he drove the woman he loves the most to tell him to just forget about it.

 “Deal.” Steve smiles. I am a fucking idiot. I managed to put myself in the ‘friendzone’. 

 Y/N nods and starts to head for the door before looking over her shoulder towards Steve.

 “Goodnight, Steve.” And then she was gone.

 Steve’s smile fell and he turned around to study the mess left behind. Popcorn all over the floor, game of thrones playing on the screen, and a very hard cock under his pants.

 Fuck

That was it for Steve. He knew he fucked everything up when he barely saw you and talked to you anymore. When you no longer made him the usual iced chocolate with whipped cream and sprinkles that you always made him, it broke his heart. But what really broke his heart is when you started skipping out on your movie nights with him. He’s beginning to think that you’re spending extra hours in the lab with Tony just to avoid him and it did horrible things to his heart.  Y/N cursed at the turn of events. She hated how the movie night incident turned out but she was ready to make things go back to normal but of course, Tony decided to overload her with work. She didn’t blame him though. They were at the peak of their research and they’re almost done with it and Tony wouldn’t stop until they finished. Y/N stayed to help her mentor/boss until they got to finish the work. She couldn’t deny the fact that she too is excited about the outcome of the research so she kept herself busy.

  She saw how it affected Steve though. She saw how his face would light up every time he would catch her taking quick snacks in the kitchen but she would watch that handsome smile disappear from his face when she waved at him to say goodbye and run back to the lab just to continue on her work. She knew that Steve being Steve, he would blame himself for it so she made a little bit of time to explain how things are currently hectic in the lab.

  Steve felt a little bit of weight lifted from his shoulders when she approached him after training one afternoon. She handed him his shield as she talked about a few changes and improvements she did here and there. He was so happy that she was finally talking to him again that he couldn’t help but just admire the way her lips moved and her eyes looked at him with a glint of excitement as she talked about his shield.

  “Steve?” Her smooth voice brought him back to reality and he smiled at her adoringly, patting her shoulder awkwardly before thanking her for the improvements she did on his shield. “I just want to point out that I’m not avoiding you.” Y/N bit her upper lip as she looked at Steve shyly. Steve thought that she could never be more adorable than this.

  “Tony and I are working on this research and we’re both really working our asses off. We’re so hellbent on finishing the research so we’re always working on it over time. I just… I don’t want you to think that I’m avoiding you.” She finished with a breath. 

  Steve looked down at her, processing her words before breaking off into a grin. He leaned down to give her a hug which she gladly returned before pulling away. Steve cursed at himself for immediately missing the way she felt against him. 

  Steve lets out a loud sigh before smiling at her. “Thank, god. I thought I scared you away.”

  “Never” she grinned before looking down at her wristwatch. “Well, I gotta head back to the lab” she gives him a smile before offering him a handshake, saying “Friends?”

  Steve bit the insides of his cheeks as he remembered the position he put himself in. 

  He gripped her small hand with his big ones before nodding. “Friends.”

  Y/N thought that the day she and Tony get to finish their research would never come but here’s Tony now, planning a party for the achievement. He’s also telling you something about introducing and showing you off to an old friend of his that he invited. Max Eisenhardt, you heard Tony say. He was a fellow scientist who specialized in magnets and Tony can’t wait to show him your research about vibranium.

Steve finds Y/N in the kitchen a few hours before the party starts, making her famous iced chocolate milk. “Do my eyes deceive me or is that my most favorite chocolate drink in the world?” Steve walks over to her, placing his elbows on top of her head before placing his chin on them. “Congratulations on finishing the research, Y/N. I’m really proud of you.” He sincerely says and he watches her duck under his arms and looks at him with a playful smile. “Thank you, Steve.” She makes a move to fix her hair before looking back at the glass. “And yes. This is your favorite drink” she winks at him.

“Well, not to be presumptuous or anything but… is it for me?” Steve bites his bottom lip as she pretends to think about it before nodding. “Of course, it is! It’s been so long since I made you one so I figured I’ll make you one before the party starts.” She grins at him before handing him the glass which he gleefully takes before drinking it, not minding the whipped cream that stained his nose and his lips. 

 Steve’s heart leaps in joy when he hears her laugh at him before handing him a towel. “Clean yourself up, captain. I’ll see you later at the party.” She waves at him before leaving the kitchen. Steve would’ve preferred it if she was the one wiping his face but he settled with cleaning his face on his own.

You settled on wearing black slacks, a white button-down shirt, and a pair of black flats. Tony mentioned something about introducing you to his scientist friends so you figured that a formal attire would suffice. You were barely starting on fixing your hair when Tony barged in. He took a quick look at you before smirking and dragging you out of your room and into the elevator. 

 “What the hell, Mr. Stark. I wasn’t done—”

 “You already look amazing. Cap will definitely lose it.” Tony smirks at you and before you could even say something, the elevator door opens. He gently pushes you out of the elevator before pulling you towards a middle-aged man who smiled at you immediately when he saw Tony dragging you towards him.

 “That’s Max Eisenhardt” Tony whispers to your ear before pushing you towards the guy. You stopped yourself from falling onto Max and he was nice enough to steady you by placing both of his hands on your arms. “You okay?” He gently spoke with an accent you couldn’t quite name.

 Y/N cursed at Tony in her mind for putting her in this situation. She manages to give the man a smile before nodding flusteredly. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Mr. Max. I’m Y/N. Mr. Stark’s lab assistant.” Y/N offered a hand for him to shake but he quickly shook his head. 

 “No need for formalities. Call me Erik or Magneto.” He reached for your outstretched hand and pulled on it until you fell onto his chest. He wrapped his arms around you before chuckling and pulling away. You gave him an awkward smile before nodding and sneakily walking away when he and Tony started talking about magnets and whatnot.

 Steve’s blood boiled when he watched the interaction between one of Tony’s friends who calls himself Magneto and Y/N. The way he shamelessly grabbed you and flirted with you made Steve think of horrible things on how to dismantle a man’s arm. He hated this feeling. He was so sure that he’s jealous. He knows that he’s jealous.

 Tony somehow managed to push you towards Magnet—or was it Magneto? Max? Erik?— every time he would find you hiding from the guy and you managed to sneak away every time as well. He seemed like a really nice man but he could learn a thing or two about taking hints. She politely rejected him five times already and he still hasn’t given up yet. Y/N just have another guy in her mind and possibly her heart so she couldn’t be bothered by any other person. She’s got eyes on Steve and him alone.

 Steve felt so proud and giddy whenever you would politely dismiss this Magneto guy’s advances on you. He would watch as you would shake your head with a smile before leaving the guy. He enjoyed watching the guy get rejected over and over again but at the same time, he hated seeing you so uncomfortable. 

 Steve couldn’t do anything but watch as Tony introduced you to a bunch of other threats scientists. He was doing his best to remain calm but when he saw you smiling and getting cozy with one of the younger scientists, he couldn’t take it anymore. He couldn’t do anything and he didn’t have the right to be jealous so what the hell would he do? He also couldn’t just stay and watch as another guy wins her heart.

 Steve settled on ditching the party.

 “Y/N, is that you?” A familiar yet strange voice spoke up from behind her as she was ducking behind a wall, avoiding a certain scientist. 

 Y/N felt like the angels above blessed her when she saw a familiar face when she turned to look at where the voice came from. “Cisco?! Is that really you?” The smaller man with long hair nodded while grinning at her. He spread his arms to his sides before saying, “The one and only!” 

 Y/N couldn’t help but squeal and jump on her heels as she jumped into his arms, hugging him as tightly as she could. She knew Cisco from freshman year in college up until they got their own jobs in very well known industries. “Oh my god, it’s been so long!” 

 The two continued to talk and catch up with each other’s lives until a point where Cisco bid his friend farewell saying something about needing to be home for his family.

 Y/N tries to look for the one person she wants to be with but fails to see his face at the party so she decides to look for him at the compound before a certain Magnet named scientist comes for her again.

“There you are! I’ve been looking for you everywhere!” Y/N groans as she closes Steve’s door. She frowned at him before asking, “Why’d you leave the party?” 

 Steve closed his eyes before letting out an exasperated sigh. “The atmosphere was becoming a little too much for me” he gives her a cheeky smile, patting the spot beside him on the bed. Y/N happily plops herself down beside him before nodding. “Yeah. Tony’s really good at being too much with his parties. Also, I think his friend got mad at me” 

 Steve frowned at that. “Magneto?” his face reddens when he sees her watching him, probably wondering how he knew the scientist. She’s probably thinking how much of a creep I am and how I was watching her the whole time. 

 Much to Steve’s relief, she chuckles under her breath before shaking her head. “So that’s his name! I understand why he got so annoyed now!” Y/N laughs and Steve just watches her with a smile on his face. 

 “Why? What happened?” Steve asks, praying to god that no asshole tried to hurt you. “I kept calling him Magnet instead of Magneto...” Y/N watches Steve as he lets out a laugh, his eyes closing, and little wrinkles forming at the sides of his eyes. Why is he so beautiful?

 “Tony seemed determined to push that guy to me though…” Y/N stares off into the distance and Steve managed to get all the confidence he could get to ask. “Seems like he was trying to set you up with a lot of his scientist friends.” he chuckles but it was so dry, he was scared that she might see how annoyed he was with the idea.

 Y/N tilts her head and looks at him with furrowed eyebrows and at that moment, Steve felt his heartache for not having the guts to just ask the woman in front of her out. How can she manage to make his heart feel like this every single time?

 “What do you mean? Magneto’s the only guy he’s setting me up with” Y/N’s voice cuts Steve's internal battle with himself. 

 “What about that guy with the long hair… I think his name was Cisco?” Steve pretends to not know his name but in all honesty, he’d done every research on the guy as soon as he got to his room.

 “Oh! Cisco!” Y/N’s face lights up at the mention of her friend’s name and Steve felt his heart break a little at her excitement. “He’s an old friend from college. He’s a very nice guy.” Y/N starts and Steve prepares himself for the heartbreak that’s inevitable.

 “We were both freshmen and I used to get bullied by this group of guys. You would think that being in college would stop all the stereotypes and all that but no. These guys would always torment me just because they can but then Cisco, I didn’t know him yet, stood up for me. Even though he was much smaller than the guys and is completely outnumbered, he still fought them and instead of me being bullied, it was us two getting all the torment. It was the start of a beautiful friendship.” Y/N laughs at the end of her story, remembering the event in her mind. 

 Steve’s blood boiled at the thought of people bullying you. If there is anything that he hates the most, it was bullies. As much as he tried to hate this Cisco friend of yours, he genuinely sounds like a nice guy. Kind of reminds him of himself.

 “I can’t believe how we both turned out to be. We’re both scientists now but it looks like he’s doing much better than I am.” Y/N looks down and shakes her head with a smile.

 “What do you mean? If you ask me, I think you’re doing a hell of a job!” Steve’s voice cracks a little and he couldn’t help but blush as Y/N looks up at him with a smirk.

 “I know. I’m working for Tony Stark, for goodness sake. It’s just Cisco is living the complete package of adulthood. Being married, having kids, and all that.” Y/N sighs, standing up from the bed before moving towards the door.

 Oh… Oh!

 Steve stood up from the bed as fast as he could, walking towards her with determination. 

 “Woah, Steve. I’m just going to get some snacks—” Y/N stops talking as Steve pulls out a small velvet box from his slacks and hands it to her. 

 “I uhh… Congratulations on the research, Y/N. I’m really proud of you.” he guides her hands to open the box, revealing a vintage necklace with a scarlet gemstone.

 “Steve… You honestly didn’t have to.” Y/N admires the necklace before running her fingers against the red stone. Steve takes the necklace and moves to stand behind her. “May I?” He asks her to which she quickly nodded.

 Steve stared at Y/N and admired how she managed to look ethereal with or without the necklace. “You know… I bought that necklace for you a few months after I met you.” This was it. Steve couldn’t keep his feelings from her anymore. He might regret it later but at least he got to tell her how he really feels.

 “You did?” Y/N whispers under her breath as she looks up at Steve when he tilts her chin up with his fingers.

 “When you were tasked to babysit me, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. About how you were so understanding. The way you were so patient with me. The way your eyes lit up each time you would tell stories about something you’re passionate about.” Steve gulps before continuing, “I knew I was fucked when you laughed at one of my lame jokes. I remember how angelic your voice sounded and how everything seemed to disappear and all I could see was your face.”

 Y/N stared at Steve with hooded eyes. It felt like she was in a dream. She watched how his eyes glossed and watched him breathe through his lips before he leaned closer to her, lips barely touching.

 “What about being friends?” Y/N watches him as he bites his bottom lip.

 “Fuck being friends” he breaks the distance and kisses her with determination. One of his hands finds its way to her back while the other cradles her face, pulling her closer to him as if he didn’t want any space between them. 

 Y/N’s hands find their way towards the back of his neck, pulling him closer with the same determination. They didn’t pull away from each other until they needed to breathe. 

 Steve goes back in for another kiss, guiding her back to the bed and positioning himself on top of her.

 Their night was just getting started and wouldn’t end any time soon.

  Steve stared at you while you peacefully slept beside him. You looked otherworldly wearing nothing but the necklace he gave to you, rays of sunshine hitting parts of your skin, and his blanket laying on top of your body. He decided then and there that he will always want to wake up to this view. He wants to wake up every day with you beside him. He smiled at the idea. 

 His cheeks tinted red when he remembered how you looked on top of him and how you looked under him. How you became breathless because of him and how your body squirmed under his touch. Just the thought of you makes his cock spring back to life. It doesn’t help that you’re currently staring at him with a small smile and tired eyes. 

 “You’re awake!” Steve breathes out, eyes widening a little.

 “Good morning to you too” Y/N chuckles at Steve's reaction before turning to look at the ceiling.

 “You’re beautiful, you know that?” Steve leans down to kiss your lips, then your nose,  and then your forehead. You smile up at him before kissing his lips.

 “So we’re not friends anymore?” Y/N raises an eyebrow at him before giving him a cheeky smile.

 “I want to do this the right way.” Steve watches Y/N tilt her head in confusion.

 “Let me take you out on a date,” Steve asks. 

 “I think you got your sequence a bit mixed up, Steve.” Y/N grins and Steve retorts with showering her face with kisses making her giggle under him.

 “Okay! Okay! I’ll go on a date with you on one condition.” Y/N straightens up before staring at him seriously.

 “Anything” Steve responds immediately.

 “I’ll go on a date with you if you agree to become my boyfriend” Y/N gives him a toothy smile.

 “I will gladly be your boyfriend… I guess I’m not the only one who got the sequence of dating all messed up, huh?” Steve teases her and she just laughs in return, taking Steve’s dress shirt from the floor and putting it on. It was big on her so it fell just above her knees and she rolled the huge sleeves up to her forearms.

 Steve admires her in his clothes. Another view that he would always want to see. He stands from the bed only to pull her body on top of him as he lays back on the bed.

 “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to let you go.” Steve’s voice was deep and sincere and he loved how her body responded to his voice.

 “I’ll only leave you when you no longer want me but I’ll still be there to watch over you. I’ll always be there when you need me.” Steve turned her body around so now they were chest to chest.

 “I don’t think that’s possible.” Y/N watches Steve as he furrows his eyebrows in confusion.

 “I will never not want you. Besides, I got it bad for you just as you got it bad for me.” Y/N leans her face closer to his, pressing her forehead against his. 

 “How do you know that?” Steve smiles as he looks at her lips before looking back at her eyes.

 “Because I don’t think I’ll ever be able to let you go as well.” Y/N grins before pressing a kiss on his lips and him immediately responding to the kiss by pulling her body closer to his. A kiss that sealed their relationship because they were no longer just friends.

[melanieph321]

Pedri x Black Reader - Our Secret Part 1/10

I realized when I read it through that is giving High School Musical 😅😅🤣

Hopefully I can put my own twist on it.

Enjoy!

The story of Marcella and Pedri. As students of the most prestigious high schools in the country, the two are very focused on developimg their indvidual talents. Marcella has music whilst Pedri has football, however, worlds collide when Pedri's secret is revealed, he has diabetes.

Enjoy!

How are you considered talented in a school where everyone was talented? Marcella asked herself this question everyday.

Estudios Filántropos. I mean the proof was in the pudding. She attended one of the most prestigious high schools in the country. A school made by the nation's philanthropists, for the nation's future philanthropists. An evil circle to begin with.

"Watch out!"

Marcella questioned her many talents, which predominantly involved musicial instruments, as they did not help her avoid the jungle that others referred to as: the school parking lot.

"Ouch." She groaned, as a football bounced off the top her head then slapped away the pile of sheet music in her hands.

"Forgive me." The boy said, as he rushed to help her collect the papers that were still falling from the sky.

"Thanks alot Gavi." Marcella groaned. "It's not like I worked all night on those."

"All night?" The boy frowned. He was her known classmate, mostly know for being annoying, but also known for being a very talented football player. "This doesn't even look finished." He said, tilting his head to the side.

"What do you know?" She hissed and snatched back the papers that he had collected. He was right though. You didn't need talent to see that Marcella was carrying unfinished work. Work that would stay unfinished if the teachers at her school didn't stop asking for perfection from their students.

"Pablo! Haven't I tought you better ways to hit on a woman than actually hitting her?"

A shadow was casted over the ground which Marcella and Gavi were collecting the remains of her homework. She stood on all fours, tilting her head up only to be met with the most taunting smile.

"I wasn't hitting on her, you know that Pedri." Gavi chuckled getting up from the ground, ditching Marcella for his friend.

"No? What were you doing then, helping her hand out flyers?"

She snorted at his arrogance.

"Something like that." Gavi said. "I think it's those papers you play music from."

"It's called sheet music, dumbo." Marcella muttered from below. Most of the sheets were gone with the wind anyway and would probably stay gone. Gavi's friend knelt down beside her. "Need a hand?"

"No." She mumbled, throwing one appalling glance at his outstretched hand.

"Come on Marcella, everyone needs a hand."

She paused. "How do you know my name?" The boy was a senior, know as Pedri Gonzalez, the captain of the football team. He was also known to have many wannabes', like Pablo Gavira, idolizing every breath he took, wanting to be just like him.

"Marcella, no?" Her name rolled of his tounge with ease. Unlike when Gavi said her name with that juvenile squeal that haunted his pubescent voice. Pedri's voice was steady, like a man's. "You're the singer, no?"

How did he know?

"You sang the national athem during the school cup final last year, didn't you?"

"Um, yeah. That was me." It wasn't the performance of her life. However, Marcella was honored that her music teacher had picked her to sing the national athem and not her classmates.

"Yeah, I remember." Gavi snorted. "Your voice cracked in the end, didn't it Marcy?"

"Don't call me that!" She shot up from the ground with unknown help from Pedri who let go of her hand as she marched up to Gavi. Marcella had known him since kindergarten, he was also her neighbor, a pain in the ass at that too.

"Little Marcy, always so clumsy." Gavi said, teasing her in that way that he knew many kids did in middle school. Back then Marcella was known for being clumsy because of the many instruments that she had to carry to and from school. A time  before she got accepted to Estudios Filántropos, that would eventually house all of the instruments that she needed.

"Marcy, Marcy, clumsy little Marcy."

"Gavi, if you don't shut your mouth right now......"

"Oooh, a threat." He taunted, to his friends amusement. Pedri seemed to enjoy the torment that he put Marcella through. That is, until a large Range Rover pulled up to the carpool lane. The door opened and a red bottom heel stepped out of the vehicle.

"Pedri don't just stand there, help me down." A determined voice said, to which Pedri immediately responded by walking over to the car. Another high heel stepped down from the vehicle, revealing the body of a housewife in the making. Although Rosie was more than gifted in mathematics, her true talent had to do with how she got every guy on campus to cater to her every need, despite already having rich parents that did just that. "Ugh, it's such an awful day." She complained, and moved to put on the sun glasses that sat on top of her black haired head.

"What are you talking about? The sun is shining." Gavi said, squinting his eyes at the light.

Rosie and Pedri approach, their hands intertwined. "Yes, but I hate the sun." She said.

"Who hates the sun?" Gavi chuckled.

"Someone who's dad owns a taning bed empire, duh."

Marcella chuckled at that, as she found it funny. A mistake, since it drew unwanted attention back to her.

"Marisol?"

"It's Marcella." Pedri coughed. They were boyfriend and girlfriend, following rumors that the two hooked up last summer. Every guy on the football team wanted to hook up with Rosie, it only made sense that she settle for the captain.

"Right, Marcella. You sang the national athem last year, at the cup final, no?" She looked to Pedri for reassurance. He nodded. "It was so good. You were so good." She smiled. A spiteful smile that Marcella imagined a snake would have if they turned human. "Not many people would have gone on singing after their voice cracked. You're honestly so brave for that."

"Ros." Pedri sighed. Gavi on the other hand slapped a hand against his mouth to hold his laughter.

Marcella crumbled before them.

"What's so funny?" Rosie said, looking genuinely confused. "It was a really good recovery, we almost didn't notice that her voice cracked, didn't we baby?"

"I noticed." Gavi laughed.

Marcella rolled her eyes at him, ready for the sun to burn out and extinguished everything man has come to know as life.

"I'm sorry." Pedri said.

Marcella collected the last of her things, ready to continue towards the school building. "Whatever, I'm late for class." She, muttered and hustled away as not to be late. It was indeed another day at Estudios Filántropos. When would things ever change?

[trillian-anders]

chambers - ii

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Violence, Angst

Word Count: 4429

Description: Post-Endgame. Steve Rogers has passed away from old age. The one remarkable thing is that no one knew his heart would be in the condition it was. He was able to save one more life. After receiving his heart, strange things start happening. Including something that would change your life forever. (Very loosely based on the Netflix series of the same name.)

Frequent colds, high blood pressure, heart palpitations, asthma, anxiety, prior suffering of scarlet fever and rheumatic fever, and a family history of stroke, diabetes, cancer, and heart disease. Thanks Dad. 

The enlistment office was cold. The plastic chair they had him in was sticking against the backs of his thin thighs. You’ve never been this thin in your entire life. Your breathing--Steve’s breathing--was fine for now, but you could feel a rattling beginning in your chest. Just trying to get through this enlistment examination and then we can go home, light a fire, and eat the last tin of beans. 

“Rogers.” The man examined you, took a deep sigh and stamped your papers. 4F. Denied. 

This was the first one, in Brooklyn. The war has just started. Steve was trying to jump into the wagon early, trying against all odds to get his feet on the ground overseas. Do what he can, just like Dad did in the War to End All Wars. It’s too bad the war didn’t live up to its name. These memories came to you as you sat in a similar situation.

You were in grey shorts and a matching t shirt, Avengers logo in black on each in a lab, waiting for the man you had an appointment with. You jokingly thought to yourself about what it would have been like to fight in a war, lay your life on the line for a good noble cause, and you had to remind yourself that you truly hoped those memories never came to surface. 

You swallowed roughly, shifting on the sterile paper beneath you, waiting. There was a two way mirror here, you remembered. As you looked at it you wondered who would be watching on the other side. Coming to see the freak who possesses the heart of Captain America. You hadn’t seen Sam or Bucky yet, thank god. Two hours ago a car showed up in front of your building and brought you to a jet bringing you to the compound, no sign of the super soldier or his winged friend in sight. You supposed you couldn’t blame them. This is a really strange situation to say the least. 

It also didn’t hurt that you knew them in a severely intimate way whereas you were a complete stranger to them. It was also strange that you missed them, terribly. Your heart ached for them. Steve’s heart ached for them. 

“Miss Y/L/N?” Two people entered the room, Bruce and Wanda. Your heart ached a little more. It was almost like reuniting with an old friend, you wonder if things will be the same, pick up right where you left off, the closeness you felt. But that’s Steve talking, not you. “I’m Bruce Banner and this is Wanda Maximoff,” the gentle giant offered with a soft smile, “but I’m sure you already knew that.” 

“It’s so strange,” You expressed, “Feeling like I know all of you so well, but being a complete stranger.” You laughed nervously and wrapped your arms around your middle, swinging your feet slightly as they hung off the edge of the examining table. 

“I couldn’t imagine honestly,” Bruce moved closest to you, Wanda opting to stay by the door. “Okay so first I’m going to take some blood if that’s okay with you?” He pulled a tray out from a medical drawer, setting it up beside you. 

“Of course,” You smiled softly. The trust in Bruce was intense. You knew Steve fought beside him. You have distinct memories from the Battle of New York, but more than that the nights of eating take out at the kitchen counter and listening to him babble about isolating samples of Caps blood to synthesize cures for disease, but also how he couldn’t imagine creating a world of super soldiers so the idea was nixed as soon as he spat it out. Bruce Banner had a good moral compass. He can be trusted. 

He quickly worked, wrapping a medical tourniquet onto your arm and finding a vein, filling six vials of blood. He bandaged you and removed the tourniquet just as quickly. 

“So you have these flashbacks right?” Bruce asked as he labeled the vials, “You have seizures during?”

“Not always, but it always involves some sort of passing out.” He nods, scribbling notes on his notepad. 

“And the agents in the alley?”

“No clue,” You admitted honestly. “My body,” Looking down at your hands, “It moved on its own, I had no control.” He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. 

“Okay, well today is going to be strictly medical, but I would like to talk to you about some of the tests we would like to run, if you consent to them.” It was hard. The decision seemed so easy. Let them test so that you can figure out what the hell is going on and hopefully put a stop to it, but also you’d been poked and prodded your whole life. 

You were born with the heart condition. You’ve literally been having surgeries since the day you were born. What if it never ends? What if they never find out why you and Steve are so connected? What if they do and you can’t keep the heart? 

“Whatever outcome, we will not put your life at risk.” This was the first time Wanda has spoken during this entire visit. Your eyes flicked over to hers. A maternal instinct bloomed in your chest. Steve had a fond love for her, when she was parted from Ultron and her brother died she had leaned hard into Clint, but when Clint retired, Steve took his place. Making sure she was okay, making sure she practiced wielding her powers, making sure she ate everyday. That same affection could be found in you now, your eyes teared at the thought. “We will figure this out and keep you alive, even if it means getting you a new heart.” 

It was what you needed to hear and she knew it. Part of her powers, but also she knew you would trust her. You nodded your head, looking back to Bruce. “Let's do it.” 

You knew this memory. You HATED this memory. 

Bucky Barnes. The handsome, charismatic, Bucky Barnes. James the dames would sigh as he nibbled their ears. He was screaming and there was nothing you could do to stop it. These videos you were obsessed with looking for clues. Where would he go? How could you find him? Sam was looking, but every day that Bucky was gone was a day his trail grew colder and colder. 

He was strapped into a metal chair, skin damp, ice still trapped in his hair. They had just woken him up, strapping him into the chair, electrodes coming to lay over his face and he fucking screamed. It was horrifying, why were you torturing yourself like this. You should have gone back to that ravine and retrieved his body. You weren’t even sure where he fell, but you should have searched that whole fucking mountain to find him. He would have for you. 

You let him down.

You fucking let him down. 

A gasp and you were awake. Damp with sweat you swung your legs over the side of your bed, panting. The guilt. So consuming. Your stomach churned and you quickly found your way to the bathroom, dropping to your knees in order to wretch into the toilet. Body shivering from the cold. You placed a hand over your now racing heart, crying against the porcelain. You missed Bucky.

You didn’t even know Bucky. 

Your heart was aching for him. Fuck. It had been a week since your initial visit with Bruce other than taking your blood and giving you a normal checkup not much else was done. He wanted to go easy on you, give you a little time to adjust and come to terms with your newfound anomaly. And for whatever reason right now you really wanted to run. Like… for stress relief. When has that thought ever crossed your mind? Who even were you? 

Oh right, Steve was a runner. You could remember him lapping Sam Wilson on multiple occasions as they took their morning runs together. Your body burned with energy and you checked the time, it was 5 am. You had closed the bar last night and didn’t get home until one. 

“Four hours of sleep.” You groaned. “Fucking great.” This itch wouldn’t give up so you dusted off your old gym shoes and strapped yourself into a sports bra, jacket, and sweats and you were out the door. 

Running. At 5 am. Who would have fucking thought. 

Old City was close, and you found yourself finding it. Not many cars out this early, but they’d grow in number to gridlock during rush hour. As you pounded the pavement, passing building after building, block after block you found yourself not even close to being out of breath, the energy not even close to being diminished. If you couldn’t get rid of this massive rush of energy you had been feeling then a mid morning nap was out of the question, and you had to be back at work at four. 

You picked up the pace, passing Independence Hall, running the museum mile, before running back towards the direction of your apartment. You were flying. You’ve never run so fast in your life. You were running faster than the cars were driving on the still mildly empty streets. This was wild. 

You weren’t a runner, but Steve Rogers was. It was almost like in the alley, where your body just sorta went and your brain followed. It was Steve’s body right now, you were just along for the ride. 

Your legs felt like jelly as you walked up the steps, adrenaline wearing off. You just barely made it inside your door before you collapsed on the ground in extreme pain. It felt like you tore every muscle in your legs, you let out a silent scream trying not to wake your neighbors, fumbling for your phone. You couldn’t move your legs. 

So you did the only thing you knew to do, you called Bruce. 

Since Steve’s death Bucky Barnes liked doing one thing and one thing only. Staying busy. Anything that crossed Fury’s desk, big or small, he wanted it and he would fight every other agent in the compound in order to get it. You need some simple recon on a businessman you think might have connections to old Hydra sympathizers? He’s on it. You need someone to go in a diffuse a bomb? He’s on it. You need someone to come get your cat out of a tree, please stop him on the side of the road. He’s begging you. 

It hurt bad enough when Steve said he was going to stay with Peggy. He resigned to the fact that his very selfless friend deserves to do a very selfish thing. He wanted Steve to be happy, and when you love someone you’ll let them be happy no matter the personal cost. But when Steve returned as an old man, and he had to physically watch him waste and die. That was probably something he could never forgive Steve for. He just couldn’t.

The coffee in his cup was basically water. The cheap motel Sam got them a room in was a fucking joke. Two single beds, a coffee maker from the 70s, and he didn’t even want to think about what was embedded in the shag carpet. Shit thing was they were leaving today, mission was over, recon was successful, information on a new budding cartel trafficking humans overseas was obtained. Procedure had them going back to report to Fury, getting a stat on how many people they should bring and what approach and then they’ll be back on the field. 

He can’t wait. 

Sam threw the now full duffel on the floor by the front door, turning to his friend. “I need a fucking break Bucky.” He groaned, stretching out his back. Bucky scoffed, 

“Then take a fucking break Sam.” He finished off his coffee, tossing the cup in the trash and picking up his own duffel. Sam looked at him wearily. 

“You need a break too.” Sam told Bucky as they left the motel room. The small plane they had taken over here sat for them 2 km into the woods behind this dingy motel, and that’s where they were headed, ready to take a quick flight home. 

“I don’t need a break,” Bucky protested, “I know when I need to take a break.” 

Sam looked at Bucky incredulously, “You literally got stabbed last week and hours later went back out on another mission. You’re taking a break.” Two duffels thrown into chairs on the plane, Bucky sitting himself in the pilot’s seat. A red, silver, and blue shield sat between them as Sam took his own seat in copilot. 

“I don’t need a break, not yet.” Sam rolled his eyes, beginning take off procedure. 

“You’re gonna have to deal with it sometime my man.” Bucky rolled his eyes at that, “Holding things in-”

“Don’t go all VA on me right now birdbrain.” Sam stared at Bucky a moment longer, trying to pick his next words out carefully. 

“Buck-” Saved by the bell. A phone ringing in Sam’s pocket. He pulled the cell out looking at Bruce’s name flashing across the screen. “Bruce? What’s-” Bucky stared him down, heart jumping at the prospect of flying somewhere else, anywhere but home. Sam quickly hung up, buckling his seat belt. “We gotta go to Philly, pick Y/N up.” Bucky’s heart dropped. He didn’t want that. 

“You’ve torn every muscle in your legs.”  Bruce plainly stated. You were currently in the cradle created by Helen Cho. “Just by running?” Your mouth opened and quickly shut again, shrugging. 

“Fast, I was running so fast.” Your eyes scanned the ceiling as you felt the machine slowly repairing the muscles of your legs. Bucky Barnes scoffed beside you, grunting when Sam elbowed him in his ribs. 

“Like-”

“Like….,” You looked over to Sam and Bucky before turning your eyes back to Bruce, “Steve fast.” Bruce stared at you a moment before looking away. He walked over to the large glass windows on the opposite side of the room. Not speaking. Thinking. 

“How is that possible? Muscle memory sure, but your body shouldn’t be able to move that way. Steve’s top speed is 60 mph.” You looked at him wide eyed. 

“Maybe that’s why her legs are shredded.” Bucky said with some humor. He was being a dick. Why was he being a dick? Sam glared at him. 

“Go file the report Buck, I’ll catch you up later.” Bucky turned to his friend with a glare, 

“Why do I have to-”

“I’ll catch you up later.” He said sternly. Bucky called it his Captain’s voice. Like the one Steve would use when he knew something you didn’t and you just needed to follow him. Into battle or just to leave the room. Bucky acquiesced, but not before casting one more glance at you in the cradle, hands clasped over your belly, looking at him with wet eyes. 

“So your body has this muscle memory of the activities Steve used to do,” Bruce began to pace. “Running and fighting-”

“Steve was really good at art too.” Sam offered. He took a seat in a chair by Bruce’s pacing, between you and the green giant. “That would be a safe activity to see if you’d be just as good.” You nodded in agreement. 

“But for the more dangerous activities, your mind seems to think you’re able to do them. So the real issue are instances like this, where your mind goes and your body follows no matter the cost.” Bruce was looking at you now, thinking about how to proceed next. 

“And this is a pretty high cost.” You said. Both men agreed.

…

The report was on Fury’s desk an hour later. Bucky’s hands gripping the leather chair across from him as his eye scanned the pages. “So what’s next?” Bucky asked. Like an addict asking for a fix. Fury studied him for a moment. “I can be ready to go back in with a task force in four hours, quick nap, time to clean my guns-”

“You’re suspended from missions until further notice.” Fury threw the folder onto his desk, waiting for the backlash. 

“What?” Bucky’s heart started racing. Fucking Sam. 

“Sam recommended it, but I was already going to suspend you until you can get your head on straight. I just needed a second person to sign off.” Bucky studied him for a moment. Trying to detect the lie. 

“I’m fine, I need to be back out on the field.” Bucky gestured to the window behind him where recruits were running drills. “Who else are you going to use?” 

“We have agents other than you Barnes.” He sounds tired, “You haven’t been out of the field since Steve died and we have an issue that came up that I know you don’t want anything to do with. It’s not good for you.” 

“So this is about her?” Bucky thought back to your wet eyes, he felt guilty for being such an ass. It just sorta came out without thinking. He had a hard time doing that when he was in front of you, thinking. 

When they went to pick you up, Sam hadn’t given him any warning in what they were about to walk into. They found you where you had fallen, sobbing in pain, body going into shock. He felt himself stunned. Your legs were black and blue, every inch of skin bruised. Sam yelled something at him he couldn’t hear and he watched Sam pick you up from the floor, clearly hearing the whimpering of pain you were steadily released from your body.  

His heart fell to the floor as your half lidded eyes met his, unfocused. 

It was terrifying. At first he felt some anger well up, who had done this to you? How did this happen? But when it was revealed that you had done it to yourself, that your muddled mind and heart caused you to run 60 mph into complete muscle destruction he found himself angry at you. It’s not her fault, he tried to remind himself, how could it be her fault?

He found himself, not for the first time, angry with Steve. It left him confused and broken. Steve on his deathbed. In a hospital, doctors ready to take his heart as soon as he took his last breath. It was planned. Steve had been in the hospital for a month before he died, no one knew why he was getting EKG’s almost daily and why he was moved so closely to the operating wing. He didn’t tell anyone. He was leaving his heart to her. Without even knowing her. What a good fucking guy. Bucky hated him for it. Barely getting to mourn before they carted him out into the OR to cut him open and shift his bloody, healthy heart into a woman who had a weak and dying one. 

It was hard. This was hard. 

“This is about you Barnes.” Fury leaned over his desk, folding his hands in front of him. “You continue doing this and you’ll be liable for a mistake. We can’t afford mistakes. Not when we are finally gaining ground back. You’re suspended from field work effective immediately, if you want to make yourself useful around here train some recruits, organize some files, or maybe help Bruce in the lab. His hands are pretty full.” With that he was dismissed. Fists meeting a punching bag not soon after. 

“What am I going to do?” You cried softly. “I can’t keep my job if I have to take a month off.” Bruce looked up at her from his microscope, the cradle still working on the muscles in her legs. 

“You’re on your feet for 12 hours a day,” Bruce explained, “You’re basically getting a new pair of legs right now, you’re gonna have to take it easy for a while.” 

“I’m sure we can pick up your bills.” Sam offered, “If that’s what you’re worried about.” You shake your head, hands coming up to wipe the tears from your eyes. 

“I won’t have a job to go back to,” You explained, “They’ll replace me.” Sam sighed and put down the Sudoku book he had been working on. 

“I’m saying this because it’s what Steve would have wanted Y/N.” He looked at you, but you couldn’t meet his eyes. “We will do whatever it takes to make sure you are taken care of.” You knew Sam was a good guy. You knew he worked at the VA not because he needed the money but because he genuinely cared about the people there. And you knew he helped Steve when the whole world was against him. Twice. 

“I don’t want you to feel-” you started, being cut off by Bruce,

“This is not an obligation. We want to help you, all of us do.” Bruce offered, “Not just because it’s what Steve would have wanted but also because this is a terrifying situation and we want you to be able to live a long, healthy life with or without these life altering issues.” He stood from his chair, bringing papers over and adjusting his glasses. “You’ll need to rest. For a while. I’m still examining your blood and tomorrow I’d like to get a look at your heart for myself, would that be okay?” 

You sighed heavily before replying, “Yeah, that would be okay.” 

Your legs were still sore, even after spending 12 hours in the cradle. You weren’t able to walk yet. Wanda was kind enough to help you use the restroom and helped you into the room they were going to have you staying in temporarily. “Do you want to make a list of items and their locations in your apartment you’d like me to bring here?” She asked. 

“Am I not going home?” She turned to look at you like she was caught doing something she wasn’t supposed to. 

“Well…” She had given you half chicken, 2 sweet potatoes, and  a bowl broccoli with a large pat of butter. Bruce said you needed nutrients and a lot of them. “We can’t risk you doing something to your body that we won't be able to repair. Just until the testing is done. I’m sorry.” She played with the ends of her hair. “I thought they already told you. I’m sure they’re going to ask you tomorrow.” You sighed, rubbing the scar on your chest gently before looking up at Wanda.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.” You were starving. “I understand.” She gave you a soft look you couldn’t really read before turning the tv on, working with you to find something to watch as you ate your dinner. You were the hungriest you’d ever been in your life. While in the cradle you were given snacks, but it was hard to eat completely laying down. The work your body was put through by the cradle repairing your muscles caused a major calorie deficit, and the fatigue you’ve been feeling all day was the price you’d been paying. 

You almost choked halfway through eating, looking up from your plate to the television screen and seeing Steve Rogers staring back at you. He looked so real, the young Captain America, the person he was before the battle for the infinity stones. The Steve Rogers he was on every poster and war movie. What is happening?

Wanda’s hand began to pat your back as you tried to clear your airways, “Breathe, c’mon breathe.”

“Breathe, c’mon breathe.” Bucky’s hand was hard against your back, you couldn’t get air. “C’mon pal, that’s it.” It was a wet feeling in your throat, coughing the lard wad of mucus into the handkerchief held in Bucky’s palm. Gasping for breath Bucky was quick to toss the soiled napkin to the side, bringing your inhaler up to your mouth, thin weak hands coming up to grasp it as you inhaled the medicine, feeling your lungs expand and relax. “You okay?”

You could feel a rattle still in your chest. “Yeah I’m fine.” Steve was sick, which wasn’t anything new. You could feel the embarrassment. 

“I hate you being here alone.” Bucky stood from his chair next to the bed, getting up to turn the radio down a few decibels. “You could come move in with us? Ma loves you.” You could feel yourself shake your head. 

“I’ve lived in this apartment my whole life Buck.” 

“Then I’ll move in here! You can move into your Ma’s room and I’ll take your old room Stevie.” You sighed, resting your back against the pillows Bucky had so carefully propped against your back. “You won’t be able to afford this place forever doing sketches for funnies. You’ve barely got any food in the icebox.” 

“If you want to move in here Buck I’m not against it, but I’m staying right where I am.” Bucky nodded, hands on his hips turning to face his frail friend. 

“I make enough money at the canary that we should be just fine here Stevie.” This was a year before Bucky was sent off for war. A year and a half before Steve became Captain America. You wondered if either of them could sense what was coming. 

The piece of chicken that had been lodged in your throat was soon popped out and floated midair with a red energy surrounding it. Wanda had pulled it from your throat. Steve was gone. 

“Are you okay?” She asked, worry evident in her voice. 

“Yeah,” you nodded, losing your appetite. “I think I should go to bed.” You pushed the tray away from you and leaned back against your pillows. In that moment you could feel the Steve. Like a layer on top of your own body. His frail one, shivering with a chill he couldn’t shake, lungs rattling, weak. 

“If you need anything at all just alert FRIDAY.” You nodded, ignoring her worried eyes as she left the room. You needed to sleep.

You were exhausted and this day felt three days long. You just needed to sleep. So far away from everything that was going on here. And you were praying against all odds that Steve wouldn’t follow you there either. 

Those prayers went unanswered. 

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