#congrats you caught me in my rambling hours

[anipgarden]

saw your post about the tropical milkweed, and wanted to add that butterfly bush is invasive and bad for our butterflies, despite it's name! it is not a host plant for any of our native species, and attracting them to it does not allow for reproduction. also, it can redirect pollinators from our native plant species, causing ecosystem problems as a whole. i thought this might be useful information for people to know, since the name trips people up and it's still being commonly planted!

Ah yes, this as well!

I do find Butterfly Bush itself a bit frustrating--I know its invasive, but half the time when I'm trying to find an easy-to-reference list of suggested pollinator garden plants, Butterfly Bush is on the list. There's infertile varieties that can't reproduce--but they aren't always labeled as such, and even if you do have a variety that reproduces it's not always in your yard so you're not the one being affected by its spread per-say but it's still affecting the larger local ecosystem.

Though honestly half that problem is with big box stores/nurseries in general. Because sometimes people who want to start a pollinator garden aren't gonna google 'hey what should I put in a pollinator garden?' they just go to their nearest nursery and pick what looks pretty. Or they'll go to said nursery and ask someone working at that nursery what they should plant. And if the person working at that nursery knows a lot about pollinator gardening, that's grand! That's great! But also in either of these situations, if someone goes to a nursery like 'ooh I wanna plant things for butterflies! Oh! Butterfly bush! That's gotta be good for butterflies, right? Let's buy two!' what's gonna stop them? It's not like the nursery employees are gonna go 'uhm madam don't buy this plant that we sell and give us money actually'

And like people'll make the argument that 'oh people should do more research into native plants before they do things!!' or 'oh people should only shop at native plant nurseries how dare they buy from Lowes or Home Depot or Walmart or someplace!' but I cannot emphasize enough how much a lot of people A: don't even know or have heard of the concept of native vs invasive plants let alone would think to google that or B: are just busy and impulsive, and then also C: are not lucky enough to have the greatest native nurseries in the state down the street

Like invisible hand of the market convincing stores to stop selling invasive plants is not how things work that's never how things have worked that's like expecting the invisible hand of the market to convince manufacturers to use less plastic or treat chickens better.

I have gotten off topic. Butterfly bush also bad yes. Maybe I'll make a post that's like 'ooooh here are a big list of plants to avoid putting in your pollinator garden' or something but the funky thing about that is it'd also vary depending on where you are? Like I only know about the states and even then you've got some plants that are native in some parts of the states that you really shouldn't fucking plant like 2 or 3 states over, yknow?

Uhhhhhhhhhh im shutting up now

[dearharriet]

"you're really red right now." with george weasley? and congrats on 150! 🥳

thank you sm for the request! <3 (wc: 851)

Swinging under the restricted access rope, you climb the stairs to the twins’ annex two at a time. Behind you, the store is mostly quiet, except for Fred’s loud singing as he feeds the pygmy puffs.

The banister is creaky when you lean on it, so you’re sure George can hear you coming. His door is open, so you let yourself in, announcing yourself with a rap on the stained pine trim.

“Fred says you’re hiding, but I can’t imagine what from,” you say instead of hello. “Certainly not me, I hope?”

George glances away from his books, halfway through a bite of takeaway. His mouth stills its chewing as he blinks owlishly at you. His hair is all askew, likely from tugging at it in concentration, and he has a tiny speck of sauce on his chin. You’d probably find it embarrassing if you didn’t like him so much.

“Sorry, hello,” you amend, realizing you caught him unawares. He remains frozen, though his jaw starts working to rid itself of the food that’s keeping him silent.

“Hi,” he ekes out, “on your break, are you?”

You hum affirmatively, coming around his desk to converse more privately with him.

“Yeah, and I’ve been meaning to talk to you about this idea I have for a product we could release near Christmas,” you ramble, leaning a hip against his desk and crossing your arms. George is staring up at you like you’re a star he’s never seen before. “A red-hot cocoa. We could infuse dragon peppers into the mix—to make it really spicy, yknow?”

George doesn’t look too convinced. If anything, he looks like he hasn’t heard you at all.

“I know it’s sort of similar to flaming fudge, but I thought the effect of making it themselves might add intrigue for customers,” you continue, starting to feel a little bit embarrassed.

Silence stretches just long enough to be uncomfortable, emphasized by an especially loud zzzzzziiiiiip from downstairs.

Biting your lip, you wince. “George?”

He blinks, seeming to come alive again, somewhat.

“Did you do something to your hair?” he asks out of the blue.

You frown. “You didn’t hear what I said, did you?”

To his credit, George looks terribly guilty in the face of your accusation. He takes it in stride, too, despite being every color of wrong.

“Is that what you were telling me about?” he asks.

Sighing, you take his loosened tie and shake it around in teasing frustration. There was a time when doing something as familiar as that would make you feel unprofessional, but you know better now.

“No. I was telling you about my idea for a new product.”

George’s mouth opens and closes silently, searching for words. He looks hot around the collar, from embarrassment or flustering or both. You like to tease him like this, because upon meeting him, he didn’t seem the type to be fazed by flirting at all.

Feeling maniacal, you take the opportunity to wipe away the food still on his chin, letting your touch linger a hair longer than necessary. The color in George’s neck shoots up to his pale cheeks, giving him the hue of a ripe strawberry.

“Merlin, George,” you muster through a grin, “you’re really red right now.”

He ducks his head then, ardently avoiding any inch of you he can. Cursing, he presses the backs of his hands to his cheeks to cool them.

“Sorry.” He steals a glance at you, his brows furrowed in what might be confusion. “Remind me what your idea was?”

You accommodate him, running the idea past him again, with more confidence this time. You don’t mind wasting your break away talking, at least not with George.

“Hot cocoa,” he repeats, rubbing his chin. You weren’t expecting a promotion or anything, but his mild response worries you. “We could workshop it together, yeah?”

“Sure,” you say, nerves winding tight in your chest. “If you’re not too busy.”

“Honestly, I haven’t done any work since an hour ago,” he admits. “Is it busy downstairs?”

You strain to listen past George’s office, down the stairs in the popular shop. It’s easy to make out the fizzing lightning effects and the siren-like sounds that engulf the love potion display, but any real crowd bustle is absent.

“Hardly,” you say.

George pushes up from his chair, making for his door. “Good,” he says, “we can start now.”

He closes the heavy door, and then retrieves a cauldron and hauls it over to his desk. Before he sets it down, though, he holds it up in front of your face.

“In case you were wondering why I thought you did something to your hair,” he explains, “it’s because someone did something to your hair.”

In the warped reflection on the brass cauldron you can see yourself—and your flaming pink hair.

“Merlin, I look like Tonks.”

George laughs at that, dropping the heavy basin onto the rich mahogany table. He doubles back to his shelves again to collect some ingredients.

“Any idea who did it?” he prompts.

You roll your eyes.

“Yeah. He looks a lot like you.”

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[doudouma]

hey there!! I hope you are doing well! I was reading your one headcannon dad! Douma x child! Reader and I was wondering if you could do a “continuation” where Muzan had to babysit the child. Make sure to take care of yourself and drink plenty!!!! :)

“douma has a WHAT!?” pt2

muzan babysitting doumas child!(reader)

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read part one here!

this is a semi pt2 of dad!douma! muzan having babysitting doumas child, hm? this will definitely be interesting〜 (reader is also still 2-5, from part one.)

there are no warnings, my dear lotus.

reader is gender neutral.❀ 〜

a/n : hello, im doing quite well! thank your for the reminder, dearest! be sure to take care of yourself, aswell〜

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hmm… would muzan even want to babysit doumas child?

no, but for the sake of douma getting his mission done, maybe killing some hashira plus him potentially finding the blue spider lily? yes.

he doesn’t even like douma, he’s one of his least favorite upper moons. but after all, douma is still a uppermoon. upper moon two, if you will〜

which means he has advantages that lower kizuki and demons don’t!

muzan would definitely negotiate with douma on why he has to babysit his child. they’re not his! but douma is just so persistent…

“muzan-sama〜! can you please babysit my child for me? while i go on my mission? it’s far too dangerous, i can’t risk losing my precious baby!”

“why? whatever happened to “uncle akaza”? they aren't mine, and certainly isn’t my responsibility. you should just be a better father and just protect them.”

“muzan-sama, please? i’ll give you my beautiful eye in return? akaza-dono is out somewhere. they’re just a baby to me, i don’t want them to be traumatized for what they'll witness. see how cute they look? i promise they won’t cause any trouble〜 they'll spread joy onto you〜 something you may need〜”

💢“go. and be quick. i don’t want to babysit any longer than i have to, for i have more important things to do. i have no use for your eye, either.”

now it’s just you and muzan.. muzan and you..

he would most likely sit you off in a corner and let you doodle on blank papers.

while he finishes up any work he has. and of course looking off into the area you’re in, making sure you’re not causing any trouble〜

for some reason he decides to head your way? he doesn’t even know why, he just does.

when he sees that your actually drawing pictures of landscapes and sceneries, he’s impressed?!

(yes, you are a still toddler. only cool readers over here.)

he asks you questions about your drawings, and listens carefully through your speech impediment.

now that you’ve caught his eye, he moves you closer to where he’s working, at his desk. (congrats, you got promoted from the corner to near his desk!)

out of his old man habits, he starts rambling to you about flowers, and your little self just listening, occasionally asking questions.

it seems like.. the two of you are bonding over flowers, hm? how cute♡

it seems like you’ve got knowledge on flowers yourself, so muzan proceeds to asks you,

“at any point in time of your doings, have you seen a flower thats in deep blue of color? a blue spider lily?”

whatever your answer was, he decides to keep you closer to him.

not only because you could help him find the blue spider lily, but because… well…

now he sort of favors you♡

not your father. but you. he will never admit this either, for you’re still the offspring of douma.

when he finishes up with his experiments for the moment, he turns to you and sees that you’re bored.

he would find something else for the both of you to do. taking a stroll!

he picks you up, and carries you around asakusa, and any nearby beautiful forest, while the both of you still talk about flowers, or anything your toddler brain wants to talk about〜

after around a couple of hours, the two of you return back to the castle. and what’s that, a little smile on muzans face?!

gone, as soon as you look at him, though.

he sees douma, and quickly shoves you into his arms.

“oooh, my baby〜! did you miss papa? i thought of you the whole time! oh, how much i love you♡! muzan-sama, thank you so much! i know my little one wasn’t causing any trouble, right? what did you two do?”

“they were fine. and that’s none of your business, your child is back to you without harm. there'll be repercussions the next time you make me babysit, now leave.”

muzan doesn’t have any love for children. let alone, almost anyone.

overall, he actually didn’t mind babysitting you! not only we’re you easy to handle, but you’re intelligent.

youre fun-filled toddler personality probably what was needed to cheer muzan up, even for just a minute♡

ooo〜 this was so cute, i really loved to write this! somehow, i finished this relatively quick once i started it. once again, thank you all for your patience, my precious flowers❀ 〜

[narumika]

HI BFF CONGRATS ON 5 MIL!! amia famous era real ?! anyways, i’d like to req the scenario of “boyfriend hoodie”/sharing clothes with me and anzu! im 180cm and she’s tiny asf and i think that’s cute 🫶

personality: i like to think im a pretty outgoing person? i’ve been told i make friends easily and am always the loudest person in the room. but i do like my peace and quiet, so i guess you could say im an ambivert? im enthusiastic about my interests and tend to ramble for long periods of time. i also have a quick temper… i’ve been told i come off as “flirty” too hehe.

style: usually i just wear whatever is comfortable, like baggy hoodies and shorts. im preferential to pants/shorts but i do wear the occasional skirt/dress when the occasion calls for it.

taste in music/media: pretty much exciting stuff with not too much content? something with a more linear direction that is easy to follow… basically i think media where it isn’t a necessity to be caught up on content so you can do so in your own time :3 for music, i pretty much listen to whatever catches my fancy at the time lol but rn it’s a lot of jpop (vocaloid, enstars, etc) and kpop (ateez, le sserafim, etc)

pronouns: they/them

scenario: i don’t have much of a concrete idea but like. maybe something where anzu steals my hoodies and wears them in public except they have my last name on the back? idk but something along those lines…

anyways! enjoy your day bff ily 🫶

500 event!

contains: bad layout, cuddling ew, they r canon your honor, silliness involving anzu and ritsu run in, slight ritsumao sorry they are too silly

AMIA: TYSM BFFIE!!! you too ilysm T_T i had a little fun with this i thinksies… i just am a sucker for cuddling scenarios

legs linked together and bodies close, they both slept quietly. anzu woke up first, moving to sit up before reze pulled her back under the covers. “we’re off today.. let’s just sleep in..” they mumbled and anzu smiled, playing with their hair as they fell back asleep.

after an hour or so, reze woke back up and sat up. as they yawned, anzu sat up as well and kissed them on the cheek. “good morning, did you sleep well?” she asked, and they nodded. “do you wanna go get breakfast? i don’t feel like cooking..” they asked before yawning and she replied “sure, let me get a jacket though since it’s kinda cold.”

they got dressed into a random shirt pants combo, before throwing on jackets and hoodies. anzu wore rezes hoodie unknowing of their name on the back of it, and while leaving the house reze pointed it out. “are you wearing my hoodie?” they asked, and anzu shrugged. “probably. but it doesn’t matter does it?” she said and reze kissed her cheek before they walked to a store nearby. ritsu waved at them as he was leaving, before pointing out anzus hoodie. “you guys are so cute. i wish i brought maos hoodie..” he said before joining mao on the bench, opening the bag he had and handing him a drink.

you two entered the store and got what you wanted, before walking out and back home. “it seems like everyone noticed it today.” anzu said while plopping on the couch, almost spilling her coffee in the process. “it’s okay though, it’s cute!” reze said and pat her head.

[ghost-proofbaby]

Hi friend 😘 Congrats on your milestone! I’d like to pick sunset orange. I love long walks on the beach, piña coladas, and getting caught in the rain. Kidding! Although technically all those things are true. 🤔

For real though - I enjoy baking, cooking, reading, and traveling. I’m into gaming, including video games and tabletop (I love dnd, and I promise that’s not me saying it to be matched with Eddie). I’m pretty introverted, so I love a cozy day at home. I show my love through a mix of acts of service and words of affirmation - let me cook/bake you something while also hyping you up.

Congrats again!

hello my beautiful friend! oh, i have been waiting for this one.

i ship you with..... me. fuck those other guys, i'm keeping you to myself.

just kidding, just kidding (...or am i? 👀)

in all actuality, i ship you with the one, the only (drum roll, please)..... eddie munson!

now, i may be a bit biased as your friend, but indulge me for a second. because although you get brownie points for being a gamer and loving dnd, that is absolutely not the deciding factor here.

see, the thing is, in our chats, i've noticed something - you are brilliant, you are smart, you are so observant, but most of all? you're so fucking funny. you have the most out of pocket memes and say things that make me genuinely snort. the type of laughing until i get all teary eyed. and eddie needs someone like that. he's a giant dork, an absolute menace to society, and he needs someone who can keep up with his humor. but then to top it all of, you're also a massive nerd? he must be dreaming. seriously. someone, please pinch this boy, because he can't be convinced that he's been lucky to find someone like you who fits with him so goddamn perfectly. he can talk out all his campaigns with you, and you'd actually probably help him write them! he'd probably bug you to teach him video games, only to give up and decide that he'll stick to tabletop and just watch you with your wonderful dark games. he'd love to spend lazy evenings with you, getting to lounge and cuddle and do absolutely nothing and yet feel happier than he ever has. he always knows you'll be there for him on his bad days, ready to reassure him that no, he isn't that annoying, and yes, you'll make him brownies if he lets you get up out of his koala death grip for just a few minutes. you're there for every hellfire night, you're there for every ramble he's bound to go on after reading his latest fantasy novel, and you're there for him even on the days he's especially being a pest. he's sure at some point you'll get annoyed at him waking you up at odd hours to reassure him that you still love him at some point, but you never do. even if you were already asleep. you just give him that sleepy smile, promise him that you'd love him even if he were a worm, and get back to your beauty rest. although, he still doesn't understand why people say that - it's not like you're not just as stunning when you run on lack of sleep as you do to him after a full 8 hours. in short, you're a dream, and he hopes he doesn't wake up any time soon.

which is exactly why yours and eddie's song would absolutely have to be i must be dreaming by the maine.

1k celebration - come party with me!

[blueathens]

His Voice

Summary: A small collection of Ben sending you voice notes.

Requested - By Many

Masterlist//Main Masterlist//Agape Masterlist

He’s proud of your promotion:

“Well done baby,” would be the first note

Instantly hearing the smile and happiness in his voice as he congrats you on promoting you on your promotion

“We’ll go out for dinner to celebrate,” would be something else he says, promising you that he would and won’t take no for an answer as this is something in need of celebrating

“I’ll congratulate you in bed too.”

You be shocked if he didn’t say something like that

Hearing the smirk in his voice

It be followed by many voice notes on how you can choose on what you wanna do 

Then he go back to being normal and say that you choose the dinner and he’ll be home within an hour to get ready

Then he accidently outs himself of him saying he’s getting you flowers too (he’s in the shops getting you presents to congratulate you)

“Shit!”

Then at the end of a voice note you hear a few words of him rambling on how cute a teddy is before it cuts out - him realising you would hear 

Then lastly it be him saying he’s on his way home and another well done and telling you how proud of you he is

Sending voice notes as he knows his voice calms you:

He could tell you was upset by the short texts you was sending him and how you didn’t want to call

“Baby,” he be instantly softly in the voice note, “what happened?”

Then when he noticed a short answer text of saying nothing

He begins to talk about his day

Cue many pet names to be shared

His voice would also be so soft as well to calm you down

He even throw in some dad jokes 

He’ll tell you of thing that reminded you of him that he saw in his day

He begins to move on about talking about your future as he knew it made both of you happy

“I’m going to marry you one day, I swear.”

“The wedding be massive if you want.”

“I don’t care as long I’ve got you.”

“Kids? As many to fill a football team.”

Then he talks about Oscar

Featuring a voice note from Oscar too

Then he begin to tell you how much he loves you and what you mean to him

“You make me happy.”

Leaving in an argument and him worrying over voice notes:

“I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry.” 

Cue another 100 voice notes of him apologising 

“Please come back.”

“I screwed up I know, but I really need to know if you’re okay.”

Him panicking more and sending voice notes to other people if they heard from you

“I’m going to throw a search party to look for you in a minute.”

“Y/n, baby, please, I love you and need to know you’re safe.”

“Are you at your parent’s house?”

Then he be sending a long voice note to your mother saying how much he screwed up and that he needs to make it right but first he needs to know you’re safe

Him being relieved when she says you’re with her

“I’m glad you’re safe.”

“I’m coming over with so many things.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I love you my love.”

Going off to training and sending a morning voice note to you:

“Good morning my love!”

“There’s some coffee in the machine and I got breakfast from the bakery you like so much.”

“I walked Oscar too.”

“I would have woken you up to give you some love before I went but I know you needed you rest and you looked peaceful whilst you slept.”

He even sends a voice note of him just humming casually

“Oscar said he will take care of you.”

And he remembers the talk he has with Oscar every time he’s about to leave you in the house alone

Crouching down and telling him that nothing is allowed to happen to you

As you’re the best thing that has ever happened to him

And some other corny love things

You caught him once that’s why you knew he does this 

“I love you and I’m doing the shopping after training.”

“Message me when you wake up gorgeous.”

Him missing you whilst he’s at home sick and your at work:

“Gorgeous...”

Him being whiny whilst his nose is all blocked up

“I really need your special cuddles right now.”

“It will make me better.”

“Can we have soup...?”

“But can I hold you whilst you make it?”

“I just really need you.” 

He’ll even send you a voice note of him singing with a blocked nose

“I’m all alone-”

“I feel sick but the toilet is too far.”

You’ll get a long voice note of deep snores as he accidently kept his finger on the recording button for to long and until he was deeply asleep did it end

In that voice note that was some mentions of your name and him wishing you was home - all in a sleepy voice 

Being drunk and sending you many voice notes:

“I’m drunk”

Slurred words be spoken

And him speaking very loudly than usual

“My girlfriend is fitter than all of yours!”

That was a voice note you got of him screaming to the people around him

Him telling you he showed pictures of you and Oscar (his little family) to the bartender

The bartender even sent a voice note to you saying your family is very cute

Drunk singing

This would go on for 10 minutes

Then him telling you that he wants to fuck you when he gets home

“Please can we have sex.”

Then you message him saying when you’re sober

“Morning sex is sexy.”

“Want to know what else is sexy?”

“You....and chocolate buttons on crepes...”

“I want crepes now.”

“You think I got crepes in my pockets?”

“What Ninja Turtle do you think I am?”

“Opps...I just fell...for you.”

Many many many cheesy pick up lines

Then he would tell you how beautiful you are and how much he misses you

“I’m going home..I miss you too much.”

Asking if you’re coming over later as he misses you:

The moment you start the first one you knew he was going to be whiny

“Oscar misses you.”

Obviously he says his dog first 

and then you get a very quick voice note of him saying “and me”

“We can get takeaway and watch any movie you want.”

“I just really want you in my arms again.”

He will just list loads of films that you could watch

And how he’ll even quickly run to the shops and get snacks and junk food

Not caring that he shouldn’t be having it

He’ll burn the calories off tomorrow 

He just needs you with him

And food was always a way to your heart

“We’ll make a den.”

“So will you come over?”

When you agree you’ll receive a voice note of him cheering and him promising many kisses and hugs your way

Him being on international break and telling you about his day:

It be like he was sick again

Whiny at times

But he can do proper conversations now

He be talking about his day

And any ideas of what games he be playing

And saying how he can’t wait to see you watching him play soon

Can’t wait to see you in his England shirt

He tells you what him and the guys got up to

“I didn’t eat 27 Weetabix's...Reece lied to you.”

“I kicked a ball at Jack’s head...by accident.”

“Did press ups...all i could imagine was you under me and giving me kisses.”

“Some of the guys are getting more dogs...we should get another.”

Him sending you voice note after winning the UCL thinking you couldn’t make it:

“We won!”

“Yes!”

“Gorgeous we won! Did you watch us from home?”

Him being very obvious to you standing behind him

“We got a medal and a trophy! We won!”

“I really wish you were hear.”

He then starts rambling a thank you for how much you helped him and supporting his dreams but he cuts off mid sentence when he sees you

The voice note will contain him screaming your name 

And your laughs as he picks you up

And him saying he loves you and can’t believe your here

Him talking about a dress he got you:

“I know you don’t like getting expensive gifts.”

“Would much rather food.”

“But this dress is so awesome and you would look hot in it.”

“Not that you don’t look hot in anything else...you’re very hot...I just...I liked this dress and it reminded me of you.”

He would toy up the dress so much that it would need ironing the moment he got home

“Maybe you could wear it for dinner tonight?”

He was so nervous as he talked about the dress

“It’s a blue dress...like the Chelsea blue...a-and it probably goes to your knees?”

“I got the right size...I know you.”

“It has an open back too! It so cool!”

But yet he be so excited on telling you what the dress was like that you could create an image in your head 

Thank You for the suggestions that were given a while back: Anons, @declansmount @benchvlwell @mountswdw @breaduk @benjiisbaebtw @christianpulisbitch @1-800-benji-chilwell @neverinadream @benluvbot @mrschilly

General Taglist (ones I haven’t mentioned): @mountsmason  @itscominghome @footballmusic19 @in-my-body-bag @nooooojimmyprotested @gabzs-things @1-800-benji-chilwell @delmomentrry @maseandkepa @blazingmount @imareallycoolperson @somedaytakethetime

Ben Taglist: @weddingdisco @thiagos-silva​ @chilwell-21​

[philialoving]

𝐒𝐎𝐀𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐊𝐘 | 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐜

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐨𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.6k+

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬: he never let you down and even in the moments when he was caught in his mind and thoughts, he never forgot about you or iwaizumi. you three are an inseparable trio, but what happens when one of you catches feelings for the other?

𝐚/𝐧: this my contribution to rindoux’s collab! congrats on 1k and I hope you guys like this <3 (their other account is @rinslutz please support them!)

oikawa tooru, the great king, the best setter, a lot of titles he has achieved as he grew as a person, but to you, he was just tooru.

the idiot who mixed salt and sugar and ended up with a salty cream caramel, the emotional guy who couldn’t help but cry when he saw that one video of a dog crying for his owner, and the boy who you spent all your childhood with.

he was your childhood best friend, someone you could rely on any time and every day. he never let you down and even in the moments when he was caught in his mind and thoughts, he never forgot about you or iwaizumi.

you three are an inseparable trio, but what happens when one of you catches feelings for the other?

you never gave too much thought at the beginning, dismissing it for a puppy crush. you would get over it for sure; however, the man in question had other plans for you.

kindergarten, elementary, middle school and now high school, you were together. you saw him gain and lose, you saw him in his ups and downs; and you saw him every time a girl entered his life to be with him.

and who’s the best person to go for advice about how to ask a girl out but you?

“y/n! y/n! y/NNNNNNNNNNN-CHANNNNNNNN!”

you heard a long screech, knowing well whom it belonged to you opened the window aggressively before looking down “IT’S 3 FUCKING AM! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT?”

he pouted before making his way up your house to the window and coming in with no invite. a few moments pass by and you two are still glaring at each other before he breaks it off with a groan “ugh, i need your help with something.”

you tilt your head “what do you urgently need my help in that you couldn’t wait for like 4 more hours?”

his gaze falters as he looks down trying to form the words to ask you correctly “you see, there is this girl…” and your heart drops.

ignoring the ache in your chest you urge him to continue, and he does so, but the more he talks the more you notice the redness adorning his cheeks “i really like her, she is really nice, supportive, and overall really understanding of what I do.”

normally you would start teasing him about being so shy and blushing, but you couldn’t gather the courage to even speak, and he takes it as a sign to speak even further “i was wondering if you could perhaps—help me confess to…her?” he ends it while he is looking you in the eyes, his own full of hope and the hint of determination you always loved about him.

“can you tell me who she is? maybe, i could tell you how exactly to woo her?”

when he finally heard your voice, he lights up and a appears on his face that reaches his eyes “oh it’s miwa! from 3-C! she is so funny and no matter what attracts all the attention to her! she is hard to miss, but despite all of that she is humble, sweet and ahhh! i am rambling—anyways, considering, how you are my best friend, and a girl, that is still my best friend, i wanted you to guide me, oh dear goddess y/n!” he claps his hands in a plea position before laughing when he sees you roll your eyes.

you personally can’t tell if the eye roll is at his antics or at how you are feeling. shouldn’t you be happy?

he finally found someone like the ones he dreams about and read about in the stories.

you remember it vividly ‘oh iwa, y/n, i really want a girl who will just whisk me off my feet and just make me feel so giddy and in love, you know? and I want to make her feel the same thing, maybe even more! BUT she has to be supportive of my volleyball career or I will just abandon love as a whole.’ —

“y/n? you still here with me?” he waves his hand in front of your face before bonking you gently “i am laying my heart out about the person I like and you zone out like that? i am hurt!” he dramatically places his hand on his heart before you laugh lightly.

“just be straight forward tooru, bring her some flowers and a gift you know she would like personally; either that, or you will keep watching her from afar and may never get her.”

he jumps in enthusiasm and chanting a loud ‘okay!’ you giggle at his antics before patting his shoulder “now get out because i need to sleep.”

he does a full 180 with his mood and pouts with puppy eyes all for the sole of breaking your resolve “but it’s so lateeee! can’t i just stay over? i will even do the dishes in the morning I swear!”

you groan, totally giving up on the argument before making it to your bed “whatever…”

you get in the comfort of your bed before finally closing your eyes and letting out a sigh you didn’t realize you were holding.

slowly, you were drifting to sleep, but then the bed dipped and you felt a presence behind you “tooru tell me that you are not sleeping beside me.”

“i am not sleeping beside you.”

“then why are you beside me?”

“to sleep.”

you hear a small laugh escape his lips before you protest “get off! you can’t sleep here.”

the latter just yawns and covers his eyes “what’s the problem with it? we are best friends, aren’t we?” for some reason, now the title brings melancholy to your heart instead of joy.

“yeah, best friends, just don’t wet the bed.”

“IT ONLY HAPPENED ONCE! HOW DARE YOU BRING UP MY DARK DAYS?!”

and since that, three weeks have passed by and now instead of a bustling tooru who had stars in eyes and the giddiness of love in his tone, stood before you a boy that knows nothing but tears and the need to have someone to hold.

“she broke up with me, because she thought that i am too ‘distant’ apparently.”

confusion hits you, what? he was anything but. you saw him be with her at every chance he got, and tried his best to show her just how much he liked her.

it hurts, to think that all his efforts are to no avail: kind of reminds of yourself in some aspects, but still, you ignore your thoughts and hold him, trying your best to comfort him, “it’s okay, tooru. she was blinded by something else. most of us don’t realize the value of something unless we lose it.”

he grips the back of your shirt tightly as he buries his face in your your shoulder, “but I tried really hard this time, do they just get with me for the attention of others?”

you sigh, “all I can tell you is: those who don’t give you time aren’t worth your tears. yes it hurts, it’s inevitable, but you need to understand that if they aren’t trying then you shouldn’t blame it all on yourself.”

you feel him nod gently and silence then fills the room.

his hold on you tightens before he finally speaks up, “thank you for always being there for me— I don’t know what I would’ve done if you weren’t with me.”

you give him the best smile you could muster and say, barely above a whisper, “I am your best friend, of course I will be here.”

he returns your smile and chuckles quietly “what do you want to do now?”

you ponder for a moment before answering “we could play uno.”

“absolutely not.”

you whine and he can’t help but laugh at your antics. you always knew how to make him smile.

since then, oikawa was more set on his volleyball career and decided to let love and all that dating jazz come naturally instead of him chasing after it.

now, he was chasing after something a lot bigger; he wants to be a professional, he wants to travel; he wants to show the world and soar in the skies, and you can’t do anything but watch from the sidelines as the boy from your childhood passionately runs after what he wants to achieve so badly.

you are happy for him, you really are, but what will happen later on? will a distance form? will he forget about all that happened to build a new him?

all your thoughts are shut down as you hear a knock on the door of your room and suddenly a beaming figure appears in front of you “I GOT SNACKS—why are you crying?”

confusion paints your face as your hand reaches for your cheek and you feel its wetness, your eyes widen slightly, you are indeed crying. “oh poor girl, you didn’t even notice? what has you so caught up in your mind?”

you shake your head to ignore him, but he, being as stubborn as he is, asks you again “y/n, we are best friends; you need to tell me when something is bothering so I can see if I can help and even if I can’t, can you at least let me be there for you?”

your chest tightens so you look away and all he can do is sigh and wonder, why have you been keeping to yourself a lot lately?

did he do something? he puts the snacks aside and walks to your side “can I at least hug you?” his voice barely above a whisper and sounding hurt yet soft.

you can only nod silently before he wraps his around you and pats your back tenderly “you know I care about you, right?”

you nod again; however, nothing happens after that and your week goes on.

“what?!” you couldn’t help but shout out, considering the news you were just told, but oikawa repeats himself, “I am moving out to argentina.”

iwaizumi sighs with a heavy chest, “heard ya the first time.”

meanwhile, oikawa looks at you, waiting for any other response or reaction.

the room is silent, he notices that has been happening a lot lately, and it’s not the good silence he usually shared with you.

“I am happy for you.” you say carefully.

he tries really hard to smile but it doesn’t reach his eyes like it normally does, “thank you…I am planning to go right after high school so I can have time to adjust and stuff—I won’t forget about you two I swear, and I will keep in touch.”

iwaizumi nods with an understanding smile gracing his lips, because despite the scoldings he throws his way: iwaizumi cares about his best friend more than the world can imagine.

“so after two weeks from now? your parents approved right?” you speak again.

he only nods “I will miss you two, but—“ he stands up with his fist held up high “I will make you feel like I never left!”

that gets a laugh out of the three of you despite the gloom in your hearts.

this idiot spreads happiness like that.

a week is left, and a week has passed. you both carry on with your lives like you won’t be separated after a while, and who knows if it’s forever or not.

you spent some time thinking with yourself about what to do, do you let him go without finalizing how you feel about him?

or do you just gather up your courage and risk it all for closure or maybe even a chance?

“y/n, it’s now or never. come on, it hurts seeing you so conflicted all the time.” you gaze at your best friend, iwaizumi, who has been your partner through the voyage of figuring out your feelings.

you nod and then he speaks up “okay! you better not cry or i will kill both of you.”

you chuckle lightly “why?”

he raises his eyebrow before answering your question “you, for letting a boy make you cry because they aren’t worth it, and him, for not making it easier for you to get over him.”

you hug him before mumbling “it isn’t his fault; he is naturally sweet like that.”

another sigh escapes his lips, and all he can do is pray that you would be alright. “but, iwa’ you are a boy yourself.”

“get off me you ungrateful child.”

later on, you called oikawa and told him to meet you on the roof of the building you always sneaked into.

you went there a bit early, and to your surprise, oikawa was there too.

he looked like an angel under the stars like this; he really shined brighter than those around him.

the small sound of your footsteps made his ears perk up and his head whip towards your direction, a big smile on his face as he calls out your name with fondness, “y/n! you are here early, too?” you nodded slowly before seating yourself next to him.

he swings his feet gently before striking up a question “um—are you okay? what did you want to talk about?”

your throat feels dry and you feel a lump that stops you from saying anything, the only thing you can hear is a gentle voice calling out your name again.

“tooru—“ he sits straight “promise me that what we have won’t be affected by what I will tell you.”

his eyebrows furrow and fear can’t help but take over his heart, just what will you say?

“I think, tooru, I think that I am in love you. I would’ve said like, but it’s been going on for so long that it can’t be just that anymore.”

you can only hear the barely audible sound of the night, and for once you wanted the silence to be filled by anything but his voice “y/n, I am sorry I didn’t notice.”

hope, a spark of hope was ignited in you because of your past interactions. sometimes, you felt you were treated differently, with more care or love.

could it have meant something else? “you are a wonderful person, I always admired you.” you hum and he continues “but when I say I love you to you, it’s always the platonic I love you and the one I save for my best friends.”

tears silently brim in your eyes and he notices, his hand reaches out to you, but he hesitates and instead places it beside him.

“I understand— thank you for um— coming up here.”

he fidgets with his hand, at loss, what can he do to make this easier for you?

“tooru, can you promise me something?”

he laughs lightly trying to brighten up the mood, “that’s two promises today.”

you smile gently, “this will be a pinky promise.”

he rolls his eyes, but gladly obliges “oikawa tooru, you better soar in the sky and give no room for anyone else, but yourself. and by that I mean, take care of your health, you stupid idiot of a guy.”

a pout appears on his pretty face and he mumbles out a small, “rude.”

this was oikawa, an idiot who made others smile, a boy that cries because it’s not something to be ashamed of, and the guy that didn’t return 14 years worth of your love.

however, despite how bad it may sound to others, you know that even in rejection he is the best person you have met, a man deserving of the titles he got great king, best setter, and best person for you.

your heart aches from time to time, but at least now you look at those posters and say, “he is my best friend,” and all heads turn your way.

[colossalcriminal]

Uptown Girl - s.r

Pairing: 40s!Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Summary: 25 year old Steve Rogers finds himself infatuated with the well off 18 year old girl who gets Howard Stark coffee.

Warnings: Smoking, alcohol consumption and character death. Not proofread and bad writing.

He'd seen her around plenty, hell, he knew her. Almost always gliding through the streets in the most beautiful designer dresses, sometimes with another girl, arms clad in shopping bags from some of the greatest fashion houses. She also had a knack for wearing trousers that accentuated her legs, always receiving a flustered reaction from the men around her.

It was no doubt she was stunning, perhaps the prettiest girl he'd ever seen in his short 24 years of living. Bucky had always teased him relentlessly, encouraging his best friend to 'snatch her up before someone else does.'

It was a regular occurrence for him to be saved in an alleyway by the sergeant, especially when Steve Rogers didn't know when to back down, or how to. It was only when he showed Steve the newspaper he noticed her figure further down the alley, puffs of smoke leaving her lips.

Steve Rogers found it hard to understand how someone as beautiful as her could commit to an ugly act such as smoking. He was ashamed to admit that the nasty habit hadn't once dwindled his infatuation towards her. "Hey, Y/N!" Bucky called out, gaining her attention. "Shouldn't you be at work?"

Y/N sauntered over to the men with her signature dazzling smile, lips painted in the most ravishing shade of red that'd printed onto the cigarette that rested between her fingers. "Howard's got me off early." She gasped, instantly putting the cigarette out. "Sorry, Steve. I almost forgot I shouldn't light one around you."

Steve's smile reeked with nerves. "It's okay." He stuttered.

"So, he's Howard now?" Bucky nudged her.

She rolled her eyes, resting a hand on her hip. "Put a cap on it, Barnes. Anyways, where are you boys off to?"

"Your boss' expo." He displayed the paper to her, pointing to the large ad.

With a small nod, her attention was back on the skinny boy. "Picking me up, Steve?"

Waking up from his day dream, finally in the headspace to speak to the magnificent woman before him, his nod was quick. "Huh? Oh, yes. Definitely."

"I'll see you later tonight at 6pm sharp, then. Bye." She grinned at the blonde, waving as she proceeded to walk away.

"Bye, Y/N." His reply was too quiet to hear as she was too far away, but the butterflies in his stomach didn't care for that. Sighing at Bucky's light chuckles, he shook his head, mentally scolding himself for the awkward interaction.

"At least you got a date."

"Yeah," He whispered to himself, almost impressed. "at least I got a date."

-

6:01pm his watch read as he stood before the house - mansion - nervous creeping up the back of his spine, the large house looming over him as if he were in a nightmare.

And it was the exact time she popped her head out of her bedroom window signaling to Steve. "Just wait a minute! Dad's home, so I have to escape!" She whisper-yelled.

He'd gotten a glance of her frock. His heart pounding at the view of her hair curled into perfect ringlets, makeup even more accentuating than it was earlier that day. He watched her disappear, before quietly slipping through the front door and making her way to him. "Sorry, he doesn't like me being out in the evening."

"Well, I can understand with a beautiful dame like you, sorry woman, not dame. Young woman."

Y/N giggled at his ramble. "You have no idea how to talk to a woman, do you?" Steve smiled bashfully at her lightheartedness. "It's alright, not like I'm anyone important."

He cocked his head inquisitively. "And what do you mean by that?"

Sighing, she looped her arm through his, an action that sent his vision loopy as he inwardly cheered. "I mean, I'm just a girl with big dreams who spends daddy's money and gets coffee for Howard Stark. Nothing big."

Steve maintained his unfazed exterior, resisting the urge to stare down at their linked arms. "Tell me about these big dreams."

"I want to be a scientist, well, more of a techy one like Howard is. The idea of flying cars within a few years is so, invigorating!" She beamed. "Don't you think?"

He smiled at her, nodding. "Well, I hope you'll be around to fly our first car, considering you're so insistent on enlisting."

"Bucky thinks I can't do it, that's why they keep rejecting me."

Y/N hummed, lips curling into a small pout. "I think you could do it," He perked up at this. "you could. But just because you can, doesn't mean you should, Steve."

Before he could respond, they'd already been greeted and called over from afar by Bucky.

Y/N didn't let herself feel too downhearted when Stark's flying car show failed, but she did find herself frowning when she followed Steve to the recruitment booth.

She pulled him towards her, Bucky not far off. "Come on, soldier." She joked. "Take me dancing."

"You go ahead, I'll catch up."

Guilt had presented itself to Steve on a silver platter when he saw her shoulders drop. "You're really going to do this again?" Bucky deadpanned, unimpressed.

"I'll leave you guys to talk it out. Meet me there?" The blonde nodded, missing her small wave as she departed.

An hour and 49 minutes later she found herself walking home alone, rubbing her arms in an attempt to abandon any feeling of cold, or even worse, loneliness.

-

It was 2 days later when Steve finally caught her leaving her office, cigarette in hand. He couldn't help it when he gazed at the pearl earrings she wore, framing her face so perfectly, accompanied by the stray hairs that'd escaped her updo.

"Y/N!"

His voice had only expanded her annoyance as she watched the smoke exit her mouth, ignoring his calls. "Go away, Rogers."

He panted, finally catching up to her. "I'm sorry, I really am."

"What for? The fact that you ditched me on our date or that you went radio silent for 2 days?"

He pursed his lips, closing his eyes in regret. "Please, let me take you out again before I start training?"

Y/N let out a dry chuckle. "Congrats." She put out her cigarette, still mindful of the blond's asthma. "That's not the point, Steve. I wanted to go out with you because I like you! Because you're different! But it turns out I was wrong. So, good luck in training, I'm sure you'll do great. If you're alive by the end of the war, come find me."

"Please, Y/N. I really, really like you."

She'd already began walking away. "You should've thought about that before you asked to get yourself killed."

Without much thought, Steve reached forward, wrapping his fingers around her wrist as soft as possible, the surprise on her face echoed onto his own. "And what if I don't die?"

Scoffing, she shook her head. "You sound so certain."

"Because I am."

"I will not wait for you to come home and receive a letter explaining your death instead."

"Deal."

With a peculiar brow, Y/N sighed. "Where are we going then, Mr. Rogers?"

His lips spread into a beautiful grin. "Anywhere you want, Ms. L/N."

They'd spent 3 full days together before Steve began training.

The first day was spent at and around the theatre, watching as many movies as possible and eating as much popcorn as one can.

The second day, he made it up to her by taking her dancing. Y/N took the time to teach him how to waltz, giggling every time he stepped on her shoes.

The third day was spent at his home, alone. Away from the crowded atmosphere of her house, she taught him how to cook the simplest of dishes, making sure he knew how to feed himself incase no one else did.

It was hard for her not to get teary eyed as Y/N layed her hands on his cheeks, cupping his face daintily. Steve leaned into the soft touch, corners of his mouth tugging downwards. "So, I guess this is goodbye."

"Yeah, it is." He whispered, eyes staring into hers with utmost intensity, a false reality in his head tricking him into believing he wouldn't have to leave her if their eyes never broke contact.

"You better make it back to me, Rogers."

"Of course I will, Y/N."

The grief had already sunk in her, the feeling in her belly so overwhelming, heart fluttering violently as she pulled him to her, lips touching so softly. Steve didn't freeze like he thought he would- he didn't have time to freeze. He did his best, pulling her closer and kissing him back with the most confidence he could muster.

Y/N's smile was almost minuscule when they pulled away, hands moving down to grip onto his uniform, her head in a lovesick daze. "How could I not make it back to you?"

"Well, I am your best girl."

He quirked an eyebrow. "My only girl."

"We'll see about that when you come home a war hero. All the ladies would drop down to your feet."

"All the women in the world and I'd still choose you."

Returning home, she closed the front door quietly, making her way to the living room to find her father engrossed in the small tv box. "Hi." She spoke quietly, hoping not to disturb him as she kissed his cheek, hoping to walk away.

"Sit." Y/N's father offered her the seat next to him, never taking his eyes off the program as she sunk into the sofa, her frock filling out around her. "Lowell's been talking a lot."

She stiffened slightly, subconsciously crossing her legs and straightening her shoulders. "Oh, you know not to listen to Lowell. All he does is gossip. Him and his wife, vultures they are."

"He tells me you've been spending a lot of time with Sarah's boy, Steve."

"Yes, I have. He just recently went off to train."

He finally looked at her. "You scared?"

"A little."

"Then it's a mistake."

Y/N's face was blank as she fiddled with her fingernails and stared off into the distance. "I know."

Her father shook his head. "Then you'll know to break it off."

"No, I won't." He looked perplexed at her reply. "Because it may be a mistake now, he may die any day, but at least I'd gotten the chance to be with him."

He only huffed, muttering something along the lines of "Childish."

She decided to change the subject, not wanting the conversation to sour even more. "Where's Eliza?"

"She's out."

"What are we watching?"

"The Mark of Zorro."

"Can we watch something else? Sullivan's Travels is on."

"No."

"I'll be in my room then."

"Fine."

She stood, getting one last glimpse of her father. "You know daddy, I do love him. And who knows? Maybe he'll survive. Maybe we'll get married and live a happily ever after. If that does happen, I hope you'll be happy for me."

-

She knew they were selecting the 'lucky' one to be titled 'super soldier.' She'd been working alongside Howard, the older man curious of her expertise for an 18 year old but nonetheless grateful for her help.

Y/N certainly didn't expect Steve to walk through the doors of the laboratory, accompanied by Peggy Carter. "Jesus Christ, Steve." She gasped, embracing him.

He wrapped his arms around her, concern growing when the smallest patch of tears had formed on his t-shirt. He watched as she pulled away. "Hi." Steve greeted.

"Oh, hi." She chuckled through tears. "I'm sorry, go talk to Erskine and we'll chat later." His hands lingered on her, before he slowly nodded, doing as told.

Minutes later, her fear only grew as he layed down in what she called the pod. "Comfortable?" She queried.

"It's a little big." He commented. Y/N graced him with her smile, a real, but concerned smile. "Maybe we could get dinner later?"

"Alright, loverboy. One thing at a time." She teased. "Howard, what are our levels?"

"Levels at 100%."

"I have to say something," He almost begged. "I think I'm in love with you."

Chuckling, she held his face in her hands. "I think I'm in love with you, too, Steve." Blowing him a kiss, she waved her love goodbye before leaving to stand beside Howard. "We may dim half the lights in Brooklyn, but we are ready as we'll ever be."

She just barely missed Steve's terrified, longing glance that had remained on her back as she worked diligently, how the cold metal around him sent shivers down his spine, aching for the warmth of her touch.

Erskine began his speech into the microphone. "but we are ready as we'll ever be. today we take not another step towards annihilation, but the first step on the path to peace. We begin with a series of microinjections into the subject's major muscle groups. The serum infusion will cause immediate cellular change. And then, to stimulate growth, the subject will be saturated with Vita-Rays. Serum infusion beginning in five, four, three, two, one."

Hesitating the slightest bit, Y/N pulled the lever, eyes tearing at Steve's small grunts as each small vial emptied itself. Howard pulled his own lever, elevating the pod into a standing form, closing the blonde in. "Steven? Can you hear me?"

"It's probably too late to go to the bathroom now, right?"

She couldn't help but smile at his witty answer. "We will proceed."

"10%."

"20%."

"30."

"That's 40%."

"Vital signs are normal."

"That's 50%."

"60."

"70."

The beam emitting from the pod became too bright for the eye, the sound of Steve's groans had morphed into pained screams, shattering Y/N's heart with every yell. "Shut it down! Kill the reactor, Howard!"

"No!" He protested. "Don't! I can do this!"

Howard looked at her with a sense of sympathy. "Eighty."

"Ninety."

"That's 100%."

Sparks had erupted throughout the machinery, surges of light blinding them until it had died down, everything and everyone dead silent. Within seconds, the pod had opened, revealing a brand new Steve Rogers.

Y/N cried in relief, instantly running to tend to him, helping him out of the device. "You did it, sweetheart."

"I did it."

"Yes, you did. How do you feel?"

He panted, surveying his surroundings before looking down at her. "Taller."

She barely took a minute to lock her gaze onto the newly formed muscles on his body.

With a giggle, she handed him a shirt. "You look taller." He grinned, using his newfound strength to pick her up, a loud squeal leaving her painted lips.

A loud explosion went off, the glass pane that guarded the viewing room had shattered onto the people congratulating Erskine below. Erskine had fallen to the ground after multiple gunshots, Steve making his way to the scientist while Y/N had continued shooting at the perpetrator as he escaped, soon running after him.

Running out onto the street, she caught her breath, deathly stare on the car that had her target. She shot once, no luck. Once again, the vehicle had swerved, colliding with a parked car nearby.

Kruger had gotten into a different car, accelerating at full speed towards the young woman, challenging her as she raised her gun once again.

No impact or gunshot ever occurred as Steve had pulled her out of the way, leaving her on the sidewalk. "I had him!"

"Sorry!" He ran, leaving her to pursue Kruger himself.

-

After Y/N had helped Steve save the men of the 107th, the pair had received a few weeks of reprieve in the beautiful city of London.

Steve admired her as she applied the black pigment onto her eyes with utmost accuracy, the trousers and blouse she wore complimenting her in such marvelous ways he couldn't comprehend. He got up from where he stood, taking long strides towards her, placing a hand on her waist and smiling when his reflection came into view on her vanity mirror. "Hi."

"Hello." She giggled, leaning into him. "Enjoying the view?"

He nodded, swiftly turning her to face him. His grin had dropped into a sly smile as he let go of her, ignoring her inquisitive looks as he dropped down, one knee hitting the carpeted floor. Pulling out a small box, she gasped instantly. "The ring isn't expensive, or lavish." He started, displaying the solitaire diamond ring.

"Oh my god, Steve."

"I love you, Y/N. I want to grow old with you, and share my life with you. I want to have a future with you, and I want it to start now. Right here in this obnoxiously rainy place," They both laughed. "will you marry me?"

Y/N let out a breathy laugh, nodding with clouded eyes filled with tears. "Oh, of course I'll marry you, Steve." She pulled him up, smushing his face against her own into a kiss, the pair of them smiling into it. "I wouldn't want anything else."

Steve wasn't lying when he said he wanted to start now, within 5 days he stood at the end of a chapel with Bucky by his side as best man and Y/N in a pearly white frock and a makeshift veil bought at the nearest corner shop.

It didn't matter that the dress was picked out last minute, or that the veil was advertised to be a gag gift. Nothing could rival the grins on the couples' faces when they said "I do." rings slipping onto their fingers and lips joining in a moment of utter bliss.

It was later that night when Y/N crawled out of bed, slipping on Steve's blazer to shield her bare body from the cold air seeping into the bedroom through the open window. Sitting at the desk, pen in hand, she sucked in a deep breath.

Dear daddy,

We're in London now. Steve managed to save the men of the 107th, I'm sure you've seen the posters all around. He's America's beacon of hope.

I hope Eliza and ma are good. I hope you're good.

I'm writing to let you know that Steve and I got married today. It was fast, we just got engaged last week, but nothing has ever felt more right. Writing this letter, the ring sparkling in the moonlight, it's perfect. I don't regret anything.

Steve has assembled his team, they called themselves the Howling Commandos and I couldn't be more proud. He promises that once they get all of HYDRA's bases, the war will be over and everything will hopefully go back to normal.

I got my happy end, daddy. I know it's not the end, it's just the beginning of a perfect life. A perfect life with my perfect husband, and hopefully my perfect family. I hope you're happy for me.

With all my love,

Y/N Rogers.

"What are you writing, Mrs. Rogers?" Steve queried, sat upright in bed.

Y/N smirked before climbing back into bed, ridding herself of the severely oversized blazer. "Nothing, Mr. Rogers."

The pair broke out into a fit of laughter as he pulled her close, hand trailing up and down her back, dangerously close to the soft skin of her backside.

-

2 years later, a year after the well grieved death of Bucky Barnes, Y/N had turned 20 and the couple had decided it was time to add to their family now that some light was finally at the end of the tunnel after a long 6 years of war.

Tangled in a mess of sheets, limbs intertwined, Y/N rested her head on her lover's heartbeat. "Do you think we made a baby?" She asked timidly.

"Maybe." She let out a faint giggle, eliciting a look of confusion from the super soldier. "What is it?"

"Do you think the baby will be super duper strong? A mini Steve who can lift an entire car up as a little boy?"

Steve chuckled, snuggling her closer. "Or a little girl, just as strong as you. Either way, they'd be beautiful."

She hummed, a hand on his cheek. "With my eyes and your beautiful blond hair, I'd think so."

It was that same day Y/N would find herself supervising one of Steve's missions from base. "Come in, this is Captain Rogers. Do you read me?"

She instantly rushed over to the microphone. "Steve? Is that you? Are you okay?"

"Y/N! Schmidt's dead!"

"What about the plane?"

"That's a little bit tougher to explain."

She huffed. "Give me your coordinates, I'll find you a safe landing site."

"There's not going to be a safe landing. But I can try and force it down."

"I'll get Howard on, he'll know what to do."

"There's not enough time. This thing's moving too fast and it's heading for New York. I got to put her in the water."

Y/N's stomach dropped, her heart threatening to leap out of her chest as she anxiously twisted her wedding and engagement rings. "Please don't do this. We have time, we can work this out." She begged, eyes brimming with tears.

"Right now I'm in the middle of nowhere. If I wait any longer a lot of people are going to die, sweetheart. This is my choice, Y/N." She didn't say anything, her head dropping onto the palm of her hands. "Y/N, honey?"

"I'm here."

"We might have to reschedule that doctor's appointment."

Taking in a shaky breath, she wiped the tears of her cheeks with haste, as if Steve could see her. "Alright. I'll book it for Monday."

"You got it."

"10am, on the dot. We can't be late, it's our baby. If there is one in there."

"I want you to know, I love you, Y/N. No matter what. You'll always be my best girl. My only girl."

"I love you too, Steve."

"I was thinking about names. I want to name it after your dad if it's a boy."

She choked a sob, nodding. "Yeah, yeah. I don't mind."

"And if it's a girl-"

"Steve?" Nothing. Not a single breath. She collapsed onto the desk in a mess of tears and loud cries, not caring for Colonel Phillips who stood behind her, a look of pity set on her back.

-

2011 was a long way away from 1945, Steve thought.

It'd taken him too long to come to terms with the fact that his wife was most likely dead, but when Nick Fury had presented him a box of her belongings, he couldn't help but shed a tear as he sat on the floor of his apartment going through it.

He'd found the necklace he gifted her on their first wedding anniversary, an accessory he now wore himself under his clothing, slipping her wedding and engagement ring onto the chain before putting it on. He grasped it close to his heart, a melancholy sigh leaving his lips.

His eyes narrowed when he came across an unfamiliar book, flipping it open.

Dear Steve,

The war is finally over as of 2 days ago, Japan formally surrendered. I wish you were able to celebrate the victory you worked so hard for.

You missed our doctor's appointment today. You'll be sleeping on the couch tonight after I reminded you to be there at 10am, no later.

I'm pregnant, Steve. What we've been waiting so long for has finally happened and you're not here to see it. I've decided to work with Howard once the baby is here, he'll give me flexible hours and good pay. Enough to keep us going and Peggy's good company.

I'm alone now, now Bucky to help me out, no you. I think I'll keep the house. It would be nice for the baby to grow up in the house we bought together.

I don't know why I've started writing in this stupid thing.

With all my love,

Y/N.

The super soldier let out a strained sob at the confirmation. She was pregnant, and he wasn't there.

He'd missed the entirety of his child's life, and the rest of hers.

The next few pages were short blurbs of her outings with Peggy and Howard, grocery lists and so on.

Dear Steve,

The baby is getting big, I've got a little bump now. Only 24 weeks to go.

Everyone is really excited, maybe more than I am. It's all over the papers "Wife of Captain America pregnant with America's Next Hope."

In truth, I don't want our child to be America's Next Hope.

I just want them to be happy and healthy, and to stay with me forever.

Howard's started building the crib, I told him not to make it too technical. He's putting all kinds of soothers and all everywhere, but it's still nice of him to do so. Peggy took me to London for Christmas and New Year's, we had a nice time and she bought me this beautiful dress. You would've loved it.

I miss you, Steve.

Merry Christmas and a happy new year, my love.

Forever yours,

Y/N.

Dear Steve,

It's getting warmer, and April has never felt hotter. Howard and Peggy keep saying it's just me and my big belly. Well, what else would I expect at 7 months pregnant?

Sometimes I feel you around. I'll feel you sitting at the kitchen counter, reading the paper. Or your hand on my belly in the morning. You're all over the house and somehow it's breaking and mending my heart at the same time.

These daily entries are getting a bit boring now, aren't they?

I hope you read these in a different lifetime, maybe.

Your only girl,

Y/N.

Dear Steve,

Josephine Sarah Stephanie Rogers was born on the 6th of June, 1946.

I named her after your dad, Joe.

I know we never talked about girl names, but I looked at her and I couldn't resist. I just know our little girl is going to change the world, just like your father tried to.

She's a carbon copy of you. Your gorgeous blue eyes, bright blonde hair. She's absolutely perfect, Steve.

And I just know that if you'd met her, she'd have you wrapped around her finger.

But she's all ours, baby. Our little angel, and I couldn't thank you enough for giving me such a stunning gift. Thank you for making me a mother, Steve, it's the best thing I could've ever received from you.

We love you to the moon and back,

Y/N and Josephine.

Steve held his hand to his mouth. He was a father, a father to what would now be a 65 year old woman. A woman who'd already lived most her life, achieved a majority of her milestones, all without him.

Dear Steve,

Happy birthday, my love.

Josephine and I made a cake for you. Today you would have turned 28 years old.

Colonel Phillips visited me today. It was brief, really. He played with Josephine and wished us well.

As I write this ridiculous entry, the wedding rings on my finger feel so heavy, unlike ever before. My heart constantly aches for you, but I will wait. I will wait until it is my time, and I hope you'll be waiting for me at the gates of heaven.

Your ever most loving wife,

Y/N.

Dear Steve,

It's been one year since you've been gone.

I miss you, more than anything in the world.

I'll see you soon, but not too soon.

Dear Steve,

Josephine turned 1 today.

Howard and Peggy threw a party, and you know how Howard's parties are. This one was child friendly, though. He brought a circus and entertained Josephine and all of her little friends from daycare.

Daddy dropped by. He loves Josephine, and he spent most of the day telling her all about you.

She said her first word today. Guess what it was!

Dada. She said your name, Steve. And she'll never forget it.

Wait for me,

Y/N.

Steve only brushed his tears away, flipping through every entry over the next few years.

Dear Steve,

Jo turned 16 today.

It's so odd to think that just 16 years ago I was only 20, trying my best to bring her into the world. We made such a beautiful young woman, Steve, and she's exactly like you. She has a hard shell but she's a big softie on the inside.

I've never been so grateful for a human being. She takes care of me, always telling me the best things to use and the best things to buy instead of it being the other way around. She's my protector, my guardian angel. In that way, she took your place.

Peggy helped me throw a big birthday party for her, she deserves it. She's worked so hard in and out of school. All of her friends came, they danced and ate. We got a massive cake to go with it.

Everyday she hugs your picture and thanks you, and today was no different.

I hope you're looking down on us with a smile, sweetheart.

Y/N.

Dear Steve,

Jo turned 18 a few days ago. I couldn't write because I took her to Paris for her birthday.

I'd been planning the trip for a long time, saving up as much as I could. She loved it! She also told me she got into Juilliard, which is a performing arts school in New York. It's far, farther away than she's ever been from me, but it's only an hour drive. She promises to come home every weekend.

I don't have to worry about paying for it anymore after Howard, Phillips, Peggy and I founded SHIELD. It's protection for the world, saving lives, just like you did.

I have to go, Jo's asking me to help her pack.

I love you,

Y/N.

He read through the brief entries of Y/N's time at SHIELD, before stopping at a picture. Juilliard, class of 1969.

She was right. Jo had inherited all of Steve's looks, from the blonde hair and blue eyes to the kind smile she graced the camera with.

Steve finally got to the end of the journal. Recovering after reading through her daughter's longtime boyfriend turned husband, the births of their grandchildren, the death of Howard Stark and more.

Dear Steve,

I like to think I lived a good 76 years of life. I lived to see the year 2001.

I got an education, got myself a job despite spending my father's money because I was young and stupid. I met you, the skinny boy who told me to follow my dreams of being a scientist. I fell in love with you, and the new you that emerged after the serum.

My love for you is eternal, which has been proven in the 55 years I've spent without you.

I lived to see my only child succeed, I lived to walk her down the aisle. I lived to see my beautiful grandchildren.

I've lived more than enough, and I think it's finally time to come home to you, honey.

I'll see you soon.

Y/N.

Steve brought his left hand to his lips, pressing a small kiss to the wedding band that rested on his finger.

-

"Don't do anything stupid until I get back." Steve smirked, carrying the briefcase containing the six infinity stones.

Bucky gave him a sad smile. "How can I? You're taking all the stupid with you." They shared a hug. "I'm gonna miss you, buddy. Tell her I said hi."

"Yeah, Buck. It's gonna be alright."

"How long is this going to take?" Sam questioned as the super soldier stepped onto the heavy machinery.

"For him, as long is he needs. For us, 5 seconds. Ready Cap?"

"I'll be back."

Y/N paced around, lip caught between her teeth. "What's wrong, sweetheart?" She stopped abruptly, turning to face the new voice.

Sighing a breath of relief, she leaped into his arms. "Steve! You're back."

"Yeah, honey. I'm back."

[mellowswriting]

OMG CONGRATS ON THE FOLLOWERS MY LOVE!!!!💙💙 I would love to request something angst but with a happy ending with Frankie please!!! I’m open for anything! Thank you so much!!!

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pairing || Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales x Reader

summary ||  You step in when Frankie’s ex leaves him with their baby and in turn, find your own little family.

word count || 7,213 

warnings || angst, hurt/comfort, parental abandonment

a/n || Thank you so much! Somehow this started as something small and then exploded into my longest fic on this blog. Enjoy! (p.s this gif does things to me smh)

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The last thing you expected was a phone call at the crisp time of 11:43 pm. It had been a long day already with your job being a disaster and you were half tempted to just let it ring so you could stay in the warm, safe cocoon of your bed...but something in your gut nagged at you to pick up, told that it was important. The bleary sight of Frankie’s name on your phone screen had you sitting up and rushing to hit the green ‘accept call’ button - he would never call this late unless it was serious. 

He sounded wrecked, his voice panic-stricken and cracking over words too rushed for you to understand, and your heart began pounding. In all of your years of knowing Francisco Morales, you had never heard him like this. Not when he called you while he was out on deployment, not when he whispered to you about the horrors he had seen overseas, not when you comforted him after the shitshow that happened in South America. 

“Frankie, slow down. I can’t understand you,” You tried to make your voice calm and reassuring but your worry bubbled through anyway, and you threw back the warm comfort of your blankets to scramble for clothes. Whatever this was, you needed to be there. There was no way in hell you would just listen to your best friend go through it over the phone. “What’s going on?”

A deep, shuddering breath crackled through the receiver, then “Eliza left us. She just...she just fucking left.” 

Your breath caught in your throat and acidic anger ripped up through your chest, nearly suffocating you in it’s intensity. The mere idea of her walking out on Frankie and their new baby after all she had already put him through...god, you could just scream. It was forced down with a harsh swallow - it was not the time for your own anger. With your sweatpants and hoodie yanked on, you paused, struggling to find any words of comfort. “I’m on my way, okay? I’ll be there soon.” 

“Ok” Frankie whispered and that was how you knew just how bad it was - he didn’t try to convince you not to come out so late or that you could just come in the morning like he did any other time he was in crisis. “Please don’t hang up.” 

“Frankie…” You whispered. Your heart ached for him, wrestling with your anger. “I won’t. I’ll stay on the line, I promise.”

You rambled about any and everything as you drove. He needed to hear your voice, needed to be distracted, but you felt a bit ridiculous talking about the boring things you dealt with at work that day while he was in crisis. It helped, obvious by the way his breathing evened out as he listened and hummed in response.  

There was no telling just how many traffic laws you broke as you sped the few blocks between your home and his. All you could do was be glad you weren't pulled over and managed to throw your car in park and kill the engine in the gravel driveway within ten minutes of leaving your own house. The front door swung open before you even managed to get out of your car and you practically sprinted up the steps to wrap your best friend in your arms. 

Frankie stumbled back slightly as you collided with his chest but he curled his arms around your waist and buried his face in your neck nonetheless. No words passed through the nonexistent space between you. There wasn’t any need. You pushed the door closed behind you before you led him further into his living room and settled next to him on the couch. The sight of his bloodshot eyes and the exhausted slope to his shoulders had a wild mix of anger and sadness whirling through you. 

“Where’s Isabella?” You whispered.

“She’s asleep upstairs. Eliza dropped her off and she just...slept right through it all, the entire argument.” His voice was hoarse, a testament to his rough night. “I...I can’t do this on my own.” 

“Hey, you aren’t on your own.” You said, your tone soft but leaving no room for argument. “I’m not going to tell you it’s going to be easy, but you sure as hell aren’t alone. You have me and the boys. God knows Santi will be happy to flex his status as godfather even more.” 

That pulled a half-hearted smile from Frankie. It was fleeting, gone in less than a second, but you counted it as a win nonetheless. Watching that far away look return to his eyes made you chest ache and you were desperate to break the spell of worry and anger that hung over him. Somehow knowing that you couldn’t even if you tried brought you no closer to peace. 

“Have you eaten?” You asked as you carefully brushed a hand through his hair, appreciating the curls that were usually hidden under his hat. Frankie leaned into the touch and you smiled softly at his acceptance of the comfort you offered. 

“No, but I can’t eat right now.” Frankie grumbled. The intensity of the anger, the shock, the fear, it all gave way to a mind-numbing exhaustion and he just wanted to sleep. You sighed but didn’t push him. “M’tired.” 

“Alright, c’mon. Let’s get you to bed.” You heaved yourself from the couch and offered Frankie a hand to pull him along with you. He grumbled quietly to himself as you ushered him up the stairs, the both of you mindful of the sleeping baby. Frankie flipped the baby monitor on and took a moment to observe the grainy image of his little girl, fast asleep and entirely unaware that their lives had just changed drastically. 

“She deserves better than a broken family.” Frankie whispered, the image of defeat as he sat heavily on the edge of his bed. There was nothing for you to say in that moment, nothing that would ease his burden or change his mind. So instead of speaking, you just sat next to him and wrapped an arm around his shoulders, pulled him into your side and rubbed his back in slow strokes. Just when you thought he might be calm enough to lay down and get some sleep, Frankie went stiff against you and groaned. “Fuck, I have work tomorrow!” 

He was up and pacing a hole in the floor before you could even blink, grumbling out a quiet rant about the insanity of his situation. It seemed like he was a step away from spiraling out completely - and you knew just how to prevent that. Francisco Morales was a military man through and through; give him clear instructions and he’ll tackle a task with all he’s got. All he needed was for someone to help him see past the panic to the next step. 

“Frankie, stop.” You stepped in his way and put both of your hands on his shoulders firmly, only continuing when he finally looked you in your eyes. “Call the office now and leave a message for them to cancel your tours for the next couple of days so you can get your head on straight. It’s a family emergency. They’ll understand. And after you call them, you need to lay down and at least rest your body, because Isabella will need to be fed in a few hours and you need to get some sleep while you can. I’m staying the night -”

“Wait, what? No, you don’t have to -” Frankie interrupted but was met with your finger at his lips, almost cracking up when he pouted against it. 

“I don’t have to, you’re right. But my best friend needs my help and the little girl that I adore deserves to have a dad who isn’t ripping his hair out from stress. If the tables were turned and I was the one in this position, would you let me convince you to leave?” You took your hand away from his face when you shook his head ‘no’ and you gave him a small smile. “Exactly. So, I’m staying the night and I’ll be here to help wherever you need for as long as you need me. Okay?”

Frankie nodded. After that, it was easy to get him burrowed under his covers. His eyes drooped the second he was settled, and with a final brush of his hair off of his forehead, you turned to head back downstairs and set up a makeshift bed on the couch. A hand shot out from under the blankets to latch onto your wrist and Frankie sounded almost child-like when he whispered, “Please stay.” 

And who were you to deny such a sweet plea? You curled up on the opposite side of the bed, exhaustion finally dragging you under after the day’s insanity. Two hours later when a shrill cry had you both sitting bolt upright, you threw back the covers and slid out of the warmth of Frankie’s bed right along with him. 

“You go make her a bottle and I’ll check her diaper, alright? You asked around a yawn, already shuffling off to the nursery. Frankie made a tired noise of agreement and went downstairs, leaving you to scoop up his crying infant from her crib. “Hi, Bella. Let’s get you changed, yeah? Does that sound good?”

Once she had a clean diaper, you carefully carried her down the stairs and into the kitchen where her father was warming up a bottle. He smiled at the both of you as you approached and reached out to rub his daughter’s back where she lay against you, chest-to-chest. You could see the doubts worming their way back to the forefront of his mind by the way his smile faltered, and you put Isabella into his capable hands. 

“We’ve got this, Frankie. One day at a time.” You murmured to him before leaning down to coo at Isabella, grinning when she gave you a gummy smile. “Yeah, your daddy has you. Everything’s gonna be just fine.” 

And as you looked at the matching pairs of chocolate eyes sparkling at you in the low light of the kitchen, you could feel in your gut that you were right. 

----------------------------

After three weeks of staying at Frankie’s house nearly every night, the two of you had a schedule down packed and after two entire months, Frankie realized you were right. It sure as hell wasn’t easy - far from it, in fact - but everyone had stepped up just like you said. You would care for Isabella when Frankie was at work more often than not with Will and Pope picking up responsibility here and there where they could. The true savior here was you. You woke with Frankie in the morning, held his daughter up so he could kiss her forehead before he left for work, cared for her until he came home, and still stuck around to help after. 

You were a fucking goddess, and Frankie knew he would be lost without you.

Each day that passed had Frankie’s anger dissipating just a bit more. With his focus solely on establishing a new normal for his daughter, there wasn’t really time for him to think about just how screwed over he got. He was fooling himself into thinking that the storm of emotions that thundered in his chest didn’t need to be handled. Logically, he knew that. The clouds would crack and it would all pour from him eventually, he just didn’t know when. 

The boiling point hit on a Saturday. A beautiful day by all other standards; the sun was bright in the cloudless sky, leaving the air shimmering with warmth. The plan was to take a walk to the park with Isabella before meeting the guys for lunch, even though she wasn’t really big enough to enjoy the jungle gyms. In reality, Frankie just wanted to spend some time with his two favorite girls out in the sun. You had Isabella on the couch, getting her dressed after changing her diaper and rambling at her all the while. 

Frankie loved the way you talked to his daughter, as if she was entirely invested in whatever mundane story from work you were recounting, taking her gurgles and the spit bubbles she blew as excited responses. The stack of mail in his hand momentarily forgotten, he leaned over the back of the couch with a small laugh.

“Ya know, I don’t think she understands the intricacies of office politics.” He teased, his grin growing when you tossed him a glare that had no heat behind it. 

“And I don’t think she understands the intricacies of piloting helicopters, but you don’t hear me making fun of you when you ramble on about rotors at three in the morning.” You grumbled. The smile on your face betrayed any attempt to sound annoyed. 

Frankie barked out a laugh. “Touche.” 

With Isabella dressed and ready to rumble, Frankie intended to give the mail in his hands a once-over before heading out the door - until a large, yellow envelope with the state’s stamp inked in the corner caught his eye. What the hell did he do to have the state government contacting him? He racked his mind as he tore the envelope open, trying to think of any recent wrongdoings that could’ve gotten him into some legal mess. Maybe that red light last month actually caught his license plate last month. God, this was the last thing he needed right now with everything else he had going on, and - 

The five words stamped across the top of the papers made his heart lurch in his chest. ‘Voluntary Relinquishment of Parental Rights’, right there in bold lettering. Eliza’s signature was scrawled at the bottom along with a notary’s. He expected sadness, even tears, but no. 

No, Frankie was fucking enraged. 

White hot anger surged, leaving his teeth gritted and the papers crumpled slightly in his clenched fist. It had been years since he felt that kind of rage, somehow even worse than the anger he felt during the absolute shitshow that was the mission in South America. A shuddered breath escaped from behind his teeth as he desperately tried to grasp the urge to throw the papers to the ground, along with anything else within his reach. 

“Frankie?” The sound of your voice calling out to him sweetly, laced with concern and confusion, somehow only made that rage spike. The fact that you had put your entire life on hold to help him care for his child, the child Eliza swore up and down that she wanted with him before disappearing on them both, had him infuriated on your behalf as well as his own. Just how many lives was Eliza going to change forever with no remorse? Frankie tossed the entire pile of mail on the couch and stormed off to the kitchen, not wanting you or Isabella to see him in such a state. 

He had no idea how long he stood braced against the kitchen counter with his eyes squeezed shut, desperately trying to find a way to tamp down on the intensity rolling  through him. There was a quiet conversation coming from the living room, two voices too low for him to make out, and there was suddenly a hand on his own. Frankie finally opened his eyes to see you standing next to him, giving him a soft look that disarmed him and made him feel guilty all at once. 

You shouldn’t have to be here. You shouldn’t have to deal with the bullshit that always seemed to follow Frankie around every fucking corner. You were too good for his troubles, you deserved better. Frankie hated that he had brought you down this hole with him. 

“Where’s Isabella?” Frankie croaked out. 

“I called Will, he’s got her in the living room.” You said, your voice just as soft as the expression on your face, and Frankie wanted nothing more than to bury his face in your neck and cry or smash something on the ground just for the satisfaction of seeing it break. The confliction of his wants only made him angrier. “I saw the papers. What do you need?”

“What do I need?” Frankie repeated with a humorless chuckle before hitting the countertop with a clenched fist, just hard enough to make pain shoot up his arm - and the dam broke. “Anything! Anything but a life where the mother of my child doesn’t abandon us at the drop of a fucking hat!” 

The coffee mug that sat next to the coffeemaker was the unfortunate victim his impulses chose to meet the sudden, desperate need to get this rage out of his body. His arm reared back, ready to smash the ceramic mug right onto the tile, but the firm grab of two hands kept the lucky cup in one piece. You grabbed his forearm with one hand and wrapped the other over his, securing the mug in his grip as you stepped into his space and settled him with a firm look. 

“No, not here. Not like this, not with Isabella so close by.” Shame lanced through Frankie viciously. You were right, as always. How fucking stupid was he to think - “Let’s go.” 

“What?” was all he could mutter as you set down the mug and began pulling him towards the front door. 

“You’ve got Isabella, right?” You asked Will when you paused to fish your keys from the table next to his door, only continuing in your march towards your car when Will confirmed. Frankie’s guilt-ridden confusion only grew as you pulled out of his driveway after ushering him into your passenger seat. “You need to deal with this in a healthy way. Because god knows you have every reason to be downright enraged. Hell, I even wanted to throw shit around for a while.” 

Frankie could only stare at you, his anger and frustration simmering lower the more you spoke. There was a light in your eyes that he recognized, the same one that you had last year when he had to comfort you through the downfall and heartache of your last relationship. It was anger and sadness all wrapped up into an intense shine he recognized all too well. 

“But we are going to do these the smart way.” You continued and met his eyes as you pulled up to idle at a red light. There was… something there beneath the empathy, something hovering at the edges of your expression that he just couldn’t place. “Because you are my best friend and I love you and your daughter way too much to let you destroy yourself.” 

Heat flushed up his neck at the candidness of your words. Oh, god, he could not let that tiny, hopeful part of his brain latch onto that at run with it. No, it would reignite too many old feelings and needs to let himself hope. Of course you loved him and his child - you were his best friend after all. There was no point in letting himself even consider it beyond that. Not when he could destroy everything good he had left in his life. 

Frankie just nodded, trusting in whatever you had in mind. Less than five minutes later, you pulled into the town’s recreational fields and it clicked in his brain. The batting cages. He smiled slightly despite his inner turmoil. This was exactly where he had taken you when you finally got over the shock of your ex-boyfriend’s betrayal and stepped right into an unfathomable rage. 

He let you put the ridiculous helmet on his head and gratefully took the aluminum baseball bat from your hands once you got to the small fenced area where he could finally let out his anger. The quarters clinked as you slid them into the slot and you smiled at him from behind the fence. 

“You might feel stupid at first, but it helps.” You called out over the whirring of the pitching machine powering up and Frankie laughed. He had told you the exact same thing, verbatim when you had complained that the whole idea was ridiculous. 

The harsh crack of the bat meeting that first baseball was like taking a sledgehammer to the wall he had built around his anger. The next one had him grunting into the effort he put behind the swing of the bat, letting every bit of his rage and resentment sing in his veins and bleed into the impact against the ball. Each swing had him building up, had tension racking his back and shoulders only to be released with the ringing sound of aluminum and revived the moment his arms fell to his sides. 

“I just...I can’t fucking comprehend it! First, she was so excited. Went on and on about having the whole thing. ” He called out through each swing, knowing you were there behind him, hanging off of the fence to watch and listen. “The house and the kids and the - the fucking white picket fence life. All of it! And then she wanted all of that, but not with me. No, she’d co-parent and find some other man to shack up with because apparently I wasn’t enough for her. Yeah, it hurt and all but at least she was still around! And out of nowhere, she just fucking left! It’s bullshit!” 

The aluminum echoed harshly where Frankie threw it to the ground, his hands ripping his hat off to muse his hair roughly before settling back on his head. Every ball hit was like a point knocked off of his frustration. It wasn’t exactly fun, but it felt good. 

“Another round?” You asked and Frankie turned to see you with more quarters poised and ready to send more baseballs flying at his head. He nodded, more grateful for you than ever in that moment. 

“But at the same time, I am so glad she left when she did. It’s so conflicting because I’m pissed that she put us through that but at least it’s over!” Frankie continued, the pressure finally easing in his chest as he said the things that were building in his mind the last two months. “She jerked me around for so fucking long. At least I don’t have to worry that she’ll change her mind again. At least I can… move on, move forward in my life.” 

He didn’t even have to ask you for another round when the last ball had been pitched. This time, he said nothing. Neither did you. Frankie just needed to vent, to be heard. He didn’t need advice or pity or words of encouragement. Well, the encouragement he would need later. The rest would just make him even more angry. Every crack of the bat meeting a ball had the anger receding and exhaustion creeping up to take its place. There was a special kind of relief in the absence of anger - it didn’t exactly feel good, but it wasn’t bad either. Almost numbing. 

The bat clattered to the ground after the last ball was sent rocketing into the netting. Frankie was done, for now at least. It would come creeping back in, he knew, but he also knew he could handle it. He felt like he could handle anything with you by his side, with your support and… and your love. It was nice to be taken care of for once. You took the bat back to the office as he plopped himself down at a picnic table and a few moments later, a cool water bottle, dripping with condensation was pressed against the back of his neck. It was soothing against his skin, overheated by the harsh sun. 

The two of you sat together at that table for nearly an hour, not having to speak to convey how either of you felt in that moment. Frankie was beyond grateful, and he could tell you were happy he was feeling better just by the way you rubbed a hand between his shoulder blades. He almost lamented at the loss of your touch when you pulled that hand away, only to have you settle it on his just like you did back in the kitchen. 

You were always there, always managed to make him feel better. Even when his life was crumbling around him, there was solace to be found in you. In your words, your touch. You never made him feel ashamed when he exposed his sadness or his anger, never made him feel less than. It was impossible for that small flame not to flicker back to life deep in his heart. The spark of hope for the future, especially if you were in it. 

“Thank you.” Frankie choked out, unable to express himself any more than that. It didn’t matter, he knew that. You knew how much this little foray into stress relief helped him. 

“Always, Frankie.”

Later that night when all was quiet in his home, when the Miller brothers and Pope had left and Isabella was safely asleep in her crib, Frankie was still exhausted. The boys had come over instead of dragging him out to a restaurant and it was a blast, as always, but he couldn’t help the heavy way his shoulders were set for the rest of the day. He just wanted to sleep. 

The last thing he expected was the tears. An overwhelming feeling of being entirely unwanted washed over him and he was too damn tired to fight it off, so he sat himself on the edge of the bed and cried. No matter how logical he was with himself, no matter how much he reminded himself that he was well loved despite Eliza, the feeling just would not shake. 

Embarrassment layered on top of the sadness when you popped your head into his bedroom, hair still wet from the shower you just took. Frankie wiped the tears away with rough fingers as he turned away from you, giving an entirely fake laugh in a vain attempt to brush it off. He should’ve known better. You padded right up to him and gently cupped his cheek to guide him to look back up at you, and the understanding smile you gave him paired to the gentle brush of your thumb under his eye to wipe a stray tear away had his chin trembling against his will. 

“C’mon,” You whispered. Frankie watched you clamber onto his bed through tear-blurred eyes and settle against his pillows, your arms open in an invitation for comfort that he took without a second thought. Frankie laid his head on your chest, wrapped one arm around your waist, and closed his eyes before he could talk himself out of it. This was dangerous ground, letting himself take comfort in you this way. You brushed your hand through his hair, sighing softly as you relaxed. “We’ve got this. You know that, right?”

“Yeah.” Frankie’s voice was slurred slightly with his sleepiness, the craziness of the day finally pulling him under. “Yeah, we do.” 

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At eight months old, Isabella was growing into a vibrant, happy little girl and you couldn’t be more proud. You hadn’t expected to play such a large role in her life, but now you couldn’t imagine doing anything else. According to her pediatrician, little Bella was as healthy as a horse and blossoming. ‘A textbook case of healthy development’ was what she had said at the last checkup, leaving you and Frankie to grin at each other. The first appointment after Eliza left was nerve racking with Frankie bouncing anxiously the entire time until Dr.Weston gave them the exact same response - Frankie’s daughter was right on track. 

The relief on his face had broken your heart. How could that man ever think he wasn’t doing right by his little girl? You saw him with her every single day. You saw the way he babbled along with her while spooning baby food into her mouth. You watched him lie on his belly with her in the living room during tummy-time, trying to help her strengthen her neck. You woke up to him stripping the blankets off of the bed when she couldn’t fall asleep anywhere but his arms and wanted her in bed with you both. If there was anyone who could attest that Francisco Morales was an amazing father, it was you. 

And you made sure to tell him that, as often as you could. It made the most delicious flush creep up his neck and paired with that bashful smile he tried to hide by pulling the brim of his hat further down, you could barely keep yourself from kissing him. Guilt ate you alive every single time you had those urges. Frankie was thriving after such an awful ordeal, and there you were, lusting after him like some over-excitable teenager. 

It was impossible not to feel so... domestic in your current set up. You slept at Frankie’s so often that your own home felt almost foreign when you would show up for more clothes or to grab something for work. You worked from his kitchen table or couch, tapping away at your laptop as Isabella slept or played on her playmat in front of you. The instinct to refer to Frankie’s house as ‘home’ and the way you saw the three of you as a little family was new and something you had to nip in the bud right away. 

That type of thinking would inevitably end in heartbreak when Frankie sent you on your way once he didn’t need as much help with Isabella. At least you knew it wouldn’t be anytime soon and could enjoy it while it lasted, especially since the home was currently plagued with a two word nightmare neither of you expected. 

Sleep. Regression. 

You sat in the glider with Isabella slumped against your chest, her cute little face pressed against your sternum as you rocked sleepily. Her eyelids fluttered every now and then, but there was yet to be a moment you could settle her into her bed. Frankie had tried before you, but even daddy’s arms weren’t good enough for the fussy baby. He was rooting around downstairs, searching for a little stuffed hippo that sometimes helped her calm down, but at that point, you were willing to just sleep right there in her nursery. 

The door cracked open slowly and you peeked one eye open to see Frankie shake his head slightly as he walked in. You held back a sigh. That damned stuffed hippo was going to be the death of all three of you, apparently. Frankie made an urgent noise and your eyes flew open, your eyebrows pinching together in confusion. With a baby constantly on the verge of either falling asleep or waking up, the two of you learned to communicate without words, instead using pointed looks and hand gestures to get a point across. 

Frankie gave a pointed look Isabella and you tilted your head down to get a good look at her, and good god you could barely believe your luck. A very long, drawn out transfer from your chest to her crib later, and you and Frankie were creeping out of the nursery, careful to avoid the creaky sections of the hallway. The second the door was closed, you held up a hand for a quiet high five with the goofiest grin on your face, and Frankie obliged with a chuckle. 

You practically threw yourself onto the bed you were starting to consider your own, yet another dangerous road, you knew that much. The stubbornness both you and Frankie held strong to had neither of you willing to let the other take the couch, insisting that ‘no, you need good sleep.’ and ‘well, you do, too!’. Each night you spent curled up next to him and waking up a hairsbreadth from each other had you positively yearning. 

It was nearly three in the morning and both of you had work in a few hours. The idea filled you with dread, and that was how you found yourself whispering to Frankie that you were calling out because ‘exhaustion is the best reason to use a sick day’. He cracked up at your antics as he crawled in next to you, but the look he gave you once he was settled in… it made your heart flutter in your chest. It was an exhausted, relieved, and grateful expression all rolled into one and in that moment, you felt like you could look at him forever.

You didn’t get the chance to. Frankie slid his arm under your shoulders and pulled you against him. It was too familiar of an embrace for you to shy away, even though you knew you should. You should’ve stayed on your side of the bed with plenty of space between you if you wanted to avoid heartbreak, but instead, you snuggled close to him and set your head right on his chest. You could let yourself indulge in the fantasy that he was yours for just a bit longer, especially if it meant getting this unforgettable experience of curling up with the man you adored. 

The steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulled you closer to the abyss of sleep, until his chest rumbled as he spoke, making you blink up at him. 

“Thank you, cariño.” Frankie settled his hand against your head, playing gently with your hair. 

“Always, Frankie.” You whispered back, a smile on your face even as you slipped into the most peaceful rest you had in years. 

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The house was full of people. For the first time in months, Frankie threw a cookout. It was something you had missed dearly, inviting everyone over for food and beers and a bonfire if the mood was right. Isabella was beyond happy to see everyone she loved all at once, the nine month old squealing with delight at each person who scooped her up from her bouncer. You watched carefully, always ready to swoop in if needed while Frankie ran in and out of the house between the kitchen, grill, and living room. 

You had been worried it might be too much for him, the pressure of so much socializing after such a hard time, but he was all grins and twinkling eyes as he ran about. It warmed your heart to see that happiness radiating off of him. God, had you missed it. Things were finally looking up and it felt as if you had let go of a breath that was held in for far too long. 

Almost everyone was out in the backyard, soaking up the last of summer before fall got her chilly grip on the world, with you and a few others inside chatting. Isabella had just woken up and boy was she ready to go. Those chubby little legs flailed as you wrestled her into a clean diaper and back into her pretty pink dress. You leaned back with a small laugh once she was finally dressed, letting her have the free reign to roll over onto her belly. 

You glanced up at Will where he sat on the couch a few feet away taking a break from all the chitchat, and he grinned at you, muttering something about her being just like her father. You couldn’t agree more. You went to pick her up and carry her outside where she could get some sun and squeal at more guests, but your hand met the carpet instead. Isabella grinned at you less than a foot away, propped up on all fours as she scrambled away so quickly you worried she would get rug burn before you realized - holy shit, she’s crawling. 

“Go get Frankie!” You said to Will, who was staring at Isabella with a proud grin. He jumped to his feet, ever the good soldier taking commands, and you scooped the giggling little girl into your arms. “Look at you go! Oh, I’m so proud of you, sweet girl!”

A frazzled Frankie skidded around the corner out of nowhere, half of the crowd piling in behind him in worry, and internally you cursed Will for not informing him that nothing was wrong. Before Frankie could even ask, you motioned for him to sit down a few feet from you and he listened despite the deeply confused look he wore. 

“Are you gonna show daddy your new trick, Bella? Huh? Go on,” You cooed as you set her back down on her hands and knees, and she took off like a bat outta hell, scrambling for her father, who watched with wide eyes. Frankie broke off into a loud laugh and picked her up to cradle her against his chest, his eyes bright with unshed, happy tears as the crowd of friends and family let out whoops and claps. 

“Oh my god!” Frankie laughed wetly, shuffling forward on his knees to pull you in for a hug with his little girl in between you. Your cheeks hurt with the huge smile you wore as you wrapped your arms around him. The way he looked at you tore through your chest with the most pleasurable kind of pain and the urge to kiss him would have been undeniable if not for the friends that surrounded you. So you cleared your throat and leaned back, pushing his bicep gently.

“You better get back to that grill before everyone in here starves to death.” You tease and leave it at that, gathering Isabella in your arms to take her outside. What you didn’t see was Pope grabbing Frankie and dragging him up the stairs before he could make it outside along with you. You flounced about the backyard, the hem of your sundress fluttering at your knees as you let everyone get a chance to coo at the happy girl in your arms. 

Everyone was so happy, all smiles and laughs as they caught up with each other about the various going-ons of their lives, and you wanted to capture it so you could look back on the happy memories. 

“Hey, I left my phone upstairs. Do you mind if I leave her with you? I should be right back.” You asked Pope’s girlfriend, Jessa, who eagerly accepted the baby time. 

You climbed the stairs easily, humming some silly tune as you pushed open Frankie’s door. With your phone fully charged, you popped it off of the charger and sat on the edge of the bed to check your notifications. There were few messages here and there, mostly from people letting you know they were on their way a few hours ago, so you were content to make your way back outside with the sound of voices caught your attention. It was a low, metallic sounding conversation, but the TV was off, leaving only…

On the screen of the baby monitor were Frankie and Pope, both of them standing with their arms crossed tightly over their chests. If you didn’t know better you would have been worried they were about to fight with the way they glared at each other, but whatever it was wasn’t any of your business. You were going to leave but the sound of your name made you pause. Eavesdropping is wrong, you reminded yourself, even if you were painfully curious, and you made for the door once more until you heard Pope said, “You have to tell her, Fish!” and you froze entirely. 

“That woman loves you! She loves your little girl. You’re going to lose out on a good thing if you keep going like this, man!” Pope hissed and for a second, all you could hear was your own heartbeat. He couldn’t mean what you hoped he meant… right?

“I can’t! Isabella is already down one parent, and that… that amazing woman stepped in and saved us both. What kind of a father would I be if I risked my daughter losing a good woman? And for what? Because I'm in love? Absolutely not.” Frankie said in a tone you had never heard from him before. It was harsh, ringing with finality, and it absolutely tore your heart in two. 

But the halves of your heart were made whole by the single sentence, ‘Because I’m in love’. Frankie loved you. He said it. You heard it with your own two ears and suddenly those fears of yours felt absolutely ridiculous. That man and his daughter was your family, no two ways about it. And you couldn’t let him go on thinking that you didn’t love your little family more than anything in the world.

So you snuck back downstairs, your heart flying in your chest as you rejoined the little party and tried to act as normally as possible. In reality, you were paying more attention to the back door than anyone who tried to talk to you, giving little ‘mhmm’s instead of answering the questions anyone asked you. 

Yeah, you could be entirely oblivious sometimes. 

The second Pope and Frankie emerged from the back door you were on the move, excusing yourself from the conversation you hadn’t really been a part of anyway. The confused look Frankie gave you when you asked to talk to him inside was being adorable, his eyebrows scrunched together and head tilted to the side just slightly. He followed you in nonetheless, leaning against the kitchen counter as he popped open a sweating beer. Before he can even ask what’s going on, you step into his space and put your hands on his chest gently, watching as his confusion melts into surprise. 

“You are never going to lose me.” You whisper. “Neither of you.”

A blush bloomed up his neck and over his cheeks. “You...you heard that?”

“Didn’t mean to, scouts honor.” You smiled at him, trying to imbue him with the ease and absolute happiness you felt. “The baby monitor was on.” 

“Oh.” 

You can’t help but chuckle at the simple response and press up on your tiptoes, your hands sliding up to drape over his shoulders so you could play with the curls at the nape of his neck. The breathy sound that escaped Frankie’s chest had your need mounting, desperate to feel his lips on yours, and you lean forward to brush your nose along his. “Say it, Frankie.” 

“I love you.” He said it immediately, whispered it into you with a grin so bright it lit up the room with his happiness. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too.” You barely get it out before he leans forward to kiss you, soft and desperate and happy, all at once. Frankie’s hands fell to your hips and pulled your body flush against his, and it made you to grin against his lips. 

You were giddy. That was the only way to describe the excitement that left you almost vibrating with energy as you melted against Frankie’s chest. His lips were sweet, touched by the strawberries and grapes he snacked on as he grilled. 

“You love me, huh?” He muttered and pressed his forehead to yours, eyes closed with a goofy smile that made your heart lurch in your chest. 

“Always, Frankie.”

[samwilsonshandsandass]

First Time

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Summary: It’s your first synced period as a couple

Warnings: None

Word count: 955

A/N: This is my entry for @sunflowerxbarnes Bex’s 1.5K Meme Challenge. Congrats on that huge milestone and thanks for hosting this challenge. It’s my first time participating in a writing challenge, and as I write this, I’m already writing a fic for another challenge… I chose meme prompt number 4 with Wanda for this.

You knew about female friend groups and the syncing up of their period circles and you assumed that, of course, would also be the case when you finally had a girlfriend and lived with her. Even when said girlfriend had special powers and no one knew how those, and especially the experiments that happened beforehand, would affect her.

The first time you had gotten your period and Wanda was around, she cared for you. The first time she had gotten her period and you were around, you cared for her. You didn’t voice it, and you didn’t have to, but you had been a tiny bit apprehensive of how her powers would react but everything had been fine.

When it was your turn, Wanda’s powers were everything you could have wished for. You kept your girlfriend-Wanda-sized heating pad and nonstop cuddles were a given and the junk food, the ice cream, the chips, the pizza, everything just flew to you both.

But that also meant you were getting lazy when she was around, because your girlfriend could just get things to fly over to you. Maybe it was also easier for Wanda to just move her fingers when you asked her for a new bottle of conditioner while in the shower and she had a sheet mask in her fingers, dripping in serum and getting everywhere. At least that way, it didn’t get on the floor. Not that you took advantage of it, but if you’d compare the before and after, there was a difference.

And then came your first synced period as a couple in the same living quarters.

Wanda woke first, groaning. You were sleeping soundly and didn’t notice her going to the bathroom and coming back under the covers, but you woke up from her moving around to slot herself against you, to have you as her girlfriend-Y/N-sized heating pad.

Only for you to feel yourself starting your own period and groaning in response.

“You too?” Wanda mumbled.

“Uh-huh” You mumbled back and went to the bathroom.

You had only needed a minute until you were back in bed but that minute was enough for Wanda to groan because of her cramps.

“‘m coming”

You slotted yourself against her again and together, you tried to sink into the warmth of you two entangled together until your tummy grumbled loudly.

“I need food…” You groaned and Wanda wiggled her fingers, herself in hopes of a bag of chips flying over.

Alas, nothing came flying and the red glow around Wanda’s fingers dissipated and, in that moment, her tummy rumbled.

“Store run?”

“I’d need to leave the bed for that” Wanda said.

“Delivery service?”

“Takes too long.”

“Is there someone there we could ask to get us things?”

“Vision, maybe? He can fly. And go through walls…” Wanda mused.

In that moment, there was a knock on the door to the living room of your shared quarters on one of the residential floors of the tower.

“Come in, it’s open!” You yelled.

“Y/N!”

“Wanda? Y/N? I heard from Friday my services may be needed?” Came Vision’s voice from outside the bedroom door but inside the living room.

You stood up and went to the living room.

“Thanks for not barging through both doors, Vision.”

“You’re welcome, I thought just appearing in yours and Wanda’s bedroom would be a little weird.”

“Yeah, it would be and it’s strawberry week for both of us.” You tried to ignore the pain in your abdomen while talking with him.

“Strawberry…? Should I get you some? There are probably some in the kitchen.”

“No, it’s…” You giggled. “I’ll explain later. Could you go to the store and get us some things, please?”

“Of course. What do you need?”

The door to the bedroom opened and Wanda poked her head out.

“I want pizza and fries and chips and burgers and chocolate and gummy bears and cookies.”

You smiled at your girlfriend, mouthed a “Love you” and turned back to Vision.

“You got all that? I can make you a list.”

“I remember everything” He smiled at you and after saying goodbye, he went out.

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An hour later, Vision came back and knocked on the living room door. You had migrated there with so many blankets over and around you two and zapped through the TV to find something to watch.

“Come in!” Wanda shouted.

Vision came in, arms full of everything you requested and, apparently more.

“There weren’t any specifications on what kinds you wanted of what, so I just got several things of each” He almost seemed apologetic at not being able to narrow down your exact taste in junk food despite not even knowing it.

“Don’t worry about it. This is more than enough” You smiled and threw one of the chips bags to Wanda who caught it and immediately started devouring the content.

“The pizza and the fries should be ready in a bit. I’ll just come back then, if that’s okay? And maybe you could explain to me what you meant by strawberry week? Should I still get you some? They don’t really tie in with the other food-“

“I like you Vis, I really do, but if you keep me from my girlfriend and all this junk food, I’ll sell you to Satan for one corn chip” You grumbled. His rambling was cute normally, especially with how eager he was to get everything you had sent him out to get and more but right now, you just wanted your girlfriend and all the food.

“But there are corn chips here. You won’t have to sell me to anyone for them?”

“Vision…”

“Yes, right. I’ll leave you to it.”

“Vision?”

“Yes?”

“Thanks.”

“Any time.”

[twomoonstwosuns]

the interview.

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pairing: professor!poe dameron x reader

warning: smut (18+), swearing, fluff

word count: 4.7k

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“Hey Poe, it’s me. I just got out of my interview. I think it went well, but…I don’t know. We’ll see. I think I rambled a little bit. Anyway, you’re probably going into your interview now so good luck, I love you, you’re going to do great, and I can’t wait to hear all about it tonight. Love you, bye.”

Tucking your phone back into your bag, you walked along the boardwalk towards the café you were meeting Finn at for lunch. He had texted you saying he got stuck in some traffic and would be a few minutes late. You decided to wait for him outside, the view of the ocean sparkling in the bright sun too enticing to not stop and admire for a bit. 

The interview, at least, hadn’t been a disaster. The job was an entry level position at a small public relations firm looking to expand it’s teams. It was nerve-wracking at first at the beginning, but as you learned more about the company and got into comfortable conversation with your interviewer, you felt more confident. There were a few questions you answered that you felt nerves got the better of you, like four years of knowledge just flew right out the window, and you talked in sentences you weren’t even sure were complete. But the woman interviewing you didn’t say anything and at times seemed almost charmed by it. You could only hope. 

As you stood against the wooden fence separating the edge of the boardwalk from a large span of grass, a part of you could see yourself moving to Los Angeles, enjoying the sun everyday and taking weekly trips to Venice or Santa Monica to spend the day by the beach. It was incredibly tempting. 

But you’d be alone, your friends, family, and boyfriend a thousand miles away. You didn’t know if you could enjoy it without any of them there. 

Sunglasses perched on your reddening nose, the gentle ocean breeze moved your curled hair around your face. He sound of the waves was calming, putting you so far into a daze that you didn’t even hear the footsteps approaching you. 

“I promise, if you move here that view will never get old.”

Finn stood behind you, hands in his pockets as he looked at the ocean. He smiled when you jumped at the sound of his voice bringing you out of your calming trance. He took a step towards you and hugged you tightly, lifting you up off the ground. 

“How are you, nugget?”

“I’m good! I miss you. How are you?”

“Also good. Hungry.”

“Come on, let’s go eat then.”

Finn set you down and you followed him into the café, taking a peek at the menu before ordering and bringing a number plaque over to a table. 

“So, congrats on graduating! You’re a real life working adult now. Or, you will be.”

You gave him an uncertain smile. “Thanks…I’m terrified. I’ve had one job interview and I’m ready to marry rich and jet across the world as a trophy wife.”

Finn chuckled. “You’ll be fine. How’d the job interview go?”

“Okay, I think…they said they’d call me within a day or so if they want me to do a second interview. They’re interviewing a few other people so I might not hear anything until tomorrow or even Monday.”

“I think they call you.”

“You’re just biased,” you teased and Finn smirked and shrugged. 

“Maybe a little.” He sent you a wink and you giggled, his tone teasing but the vote of confidence greatly appreciated nonetheless. The waiter came by with the food, sandwiches for both of you, and set them in front of you. 

“So what’s new with you? I’ve barely talked to you the last few weeks…finals and all…”

“Well, I’ve been seeing a girl who lives up here.”

“Really?” You smiled. “Tell me about her.”

“Her name is Paige, I’ve been seeing her about four and a half months now…”

“Since January?” He nodded. “Poe didn’t mention you were seeing anyone…”

“He doesn’t know. I really, really like her and things have been moving kind of fast and I didn’t want to jinx it.”

“Moving fast isn’t a bad thing…hello, I met Kes after a month of dating and told Poe I loved him after two and a half months.”

“And he knew he loved you when Rey and I met you.”

“See? Poe and I are the king and queen moving fast and look at us! We’re happy!” Finn chuckled. “So, tell me more about her. What’s she like?”

Finn smiled and shook his head. “She’s amazing and beautiful and funny…she went to school for business and accounting but found it boring, so she’s worked tons of odd jobs…like, she worked at Disneyland for a bit, she’s an artist and she’s had her paintings featured in a couple galleries around SoCal…currently she works part time at a bar in Santa Monica and she’s an L.A. tour guide on the weekends.”

You quietly squealed. “Look at that smile on your face! You really like her!”

Finn nodded slowly and took his bottom lip and tucked it under his teeth.

“Can you keep a secret?”

You nodded and Finn grabbed his wallet from his pocket. He pulled out a picture and set it in front of you. The blur of black, grey, and white gave way to a very obvious shape in the middle of the picture. 

“Finn!” You gasped, your hand coming up to cover your mouth. The smile on his face was so wide you were sure it would split his face in half. 

“Ten weeks. Well, she’s twelve weeks now. We wanted to wait until the three month mark to start telling people.” You looked up at him, eyes wide. He looked at the sonogram adoringly. “It was a complete accident, so hopefully she likes me enough to put up with me for the rest of our lives.”

Your eyes watered and you smiled widely. “Congratulations!”

“Thanks, nugget. I’m so…fuck, I’m so excited. Granted, this isn’t the way I wanted to do this…I imagine I’d be married first…”

You smiled softly. “As long as that baby is loved, which I have no doubt that he or she will, then who cares how it happened.”

Finn nodded and grabbed the picture, smiling at it once more before putting it back into his wallet. 

“You’re going to be an amazing dad, Finn,” you said softly, placing your hand on his arm. “And I can’t wait to meet your girlfriend.”

“We’re coming up fourth of July weekend. Poe, Rey, and I rent a cabin on the lake and we spend the long weekend there. You’ll probably be coming so you can meet her then.” You nodded happily, already excited for something happening a month and a half away.

“So, when are you and Poe having kids?” You threw your head back and laughed loudly. “What?! You said you guys move fast!”

You threw one of your chips at him and it bounced off of his chest and onto the floor. 

“Yeah, not that fast! I just finished school, I’m not ready to have a baby!”

“But by Christmas, right?” 

You giggled and threw another chip at him, which he caught and popped into his mouth. Your phone buzzed on the table and you saw an unfamiliar number flashing on your screen. Finn looked at it and raised his eyebrows. 

“That’s an L.A. area code.”

You swallowed hard and answered the phone. “Hello?”

“Hi, I’m looking for Y/N L/N.”

“Yes, this is…” you said nervously. Finn looked at you with interest.

“Y/N, this is Jyn Erso with Erso PR.”

“Oh, hi…” Finn mouthed ‘who is it?’ at you and you held a finger up. The woman on the other end chuckled warmly. 

“I can tell you’re a little surprised I’m calling you right now.”

“Yeah, a little…I just left a little under two hours ago.”

“Well, I took a closer look at your resume and some of the work in your portfolio and, with your interview earlier today, I wanted to call and offer you the job.”

Your eyes widened and you stumbled over your words. “Wha—wait, really?”

“I know we said we’d call you to set up a second interview but I was very impressed with you today and I think you’d make a great addition to our team.”

“Wow, um…thank you!” You looked at Finn and bit your lip. “Can I…could I think about it?”

“Of course you can. I know you’re coming from quite a ways away and have a lot of factors to consider, so please take a few days to think about it. The number I’m calling from is my office number, please feel free to call it if you have any questions.”

“I will. Thank you so much.”

“You’re welcome, Y/N. Have a good day and a safe flight home.”

You hung up the call and looked at Finn, your face showing a disbelieving smile. 

“I got the job.”

“Damn, congratulations!” You didn’t, couldn’t, say anything. You were still in a little bit of shock from receiving that phone call. “Or not…?”

“I….I don’t know! I wasn’t expecting this!” You sat back in your chair, crossing your arms in front of you and looking at Finn. “What do I do?”

“Well, you obviously didn’t say yes…did they say you could think about it?” You nodded. “Then you think about it.”

You sighed. “This job…there’s so many opportunities for growth. It’s the kind of job that could kickstart by career. Honestly, I’d be stupid not to take it.”

“But there’s a lot of factors you have to consider.”

“Exactly…I don’t know what to do.” You looked up at Finn. “What do I do?”

Finn sighed and finished off his sandwich, wiping his hands and tossing the napkin in the basket. 

“I wish I could tell you to just take it, but it’s not that easy.”

You exhaled sharply and ran a hand through your hair. 

“No, it’s not.”

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The job offer was in the back of your mind the rest of your lunch with Finn and didn’t fully sink in until you were on your way to the airport. You spent the two and a half hour plane ride going through every pro you could think of: the job itself, working and building your career, a new city with lots of opportunities, and sunshine and warmth everyday. But there were also the cons: moving expenses, finding an apartment you could actually afford that was close to work, and navigating a new city. Not to mention your friends and family would be a thousand miles away. 

Poe would be a thousand miles away. 

You walked off the plane and drove home still undecided. Even the drive home couldn’t help you come to a decision. You were much too excited to see Poe and hear about his interview. He had texted you when you landed that he was finishing up with dinner and insisted on waiting for you to get there to eat, but you encouraged him to go ahead without you. Your stomach felt twisted with nerves and there was no room for food at that moment. 

You walked into Poe’s apartment and was immediately greeted by Beebs. The smell of garlic and other spices was intoxicating and you followed it to the kitchen where Poe was dishing it up into containers for you to eat later. 

“Hey!” He looked up at the sound of your footsteps, walking over and pecking your lips quickly before putting the last of the dishes into the dishwasher. “How as your flight?”

“Good,” you said, dropping your stuff and taking off your shoes. “Little turbulent, but fine.”

Poe smiled and came around the counter, leaning against it and crossing his arms. You could hardly contain the smile on your face.

“So?”

Poe smiled widely. “I got the job.”

“You got it?!” You exclaimed. “I’m so proud of you!”

He shook his head in disbelief. “I still can’t believe it…I’ve been pinching myself making sure it was real all day. After all the sabotage from Hux and our secret relationship, Leia really stuck her neck out for me to get this job.” You smiled proudly. “This is just…the best fucking day.”

The smile on his face reached his eyes, which shone brightly with pure happiness. “I’m so, so happy for you, Poe. You deserve this. You’re an amazing teacher and you’re going to make an amazing head of the department. Your department.”

“I haven’t accepted the job yet. I wanted to talk to you about it, especially because you just had a job interview yourself. Which, speaking of, how did it go?”

“I actually got the job too.”

“You did?! Congrats!”

“Thanks…but I’m not going to take it.”

Poe’s smile disappeared. “You’re not?”

You shook your head.

“Why not?”

“I don’t want it.”

“But raved about interviewing for this job. It’s what you’ve been talking about for weeks. You were so excited and now you got it.”

“And you got yours.”

“Babe, I don’t want you to feel like I’m making you choose between me and a job—“

“You’re not,” you stressed, taking a step towards him. “This is my decision. I am choosing you over the job and I’m perfectly okay with it. I’m just starting to job hunt and if I take the first job I’m offered, I can’t build up my interview skills and I won’t know what else is out there. What if I find something better? My gut is telling me this is the right move, so I’m doing it.”

“Have you thought this all the way through? I don’t want you to have any regrets.”

“I have thought about it. I talked to Finn earlier at lunch after they called me and did nothing but think about it while I was waiting for my flight and on the airplane. I was still undecided up until you told me you got your dream job, the one you’ve been talking about for months and months.” You sighed and put your hands on his chest. “You almost sacrificed getting this job to protect me…to protect us. Now you’ve got the job and all I want to be here to hear all about it at the end of the day. And I can’t do that if I’m in California."

Poe gave you a look of uncertainty and you smiled softly. “I love you. So much. We did not fight this hard for our relationship just to do long distance. This is what I truly want.”

Poe nodded and returned your smile. “As long as it’s what you want.”

“It is.”

Silence fell over you for a moment before your delighted squeals pierced the air. Poe had suddenly grabbed your waist, picking you up and spinning you around. Your arms went around his neck and he kissed the spot where your neck met your shoulder before looking at you.

“I got the job.” He smiled and you put your hands on his cheeks.

“You got the damn job.”

You pulled his lips to yours, the two pairs moving passionately together. After months and months of uncertainty and secrecy, things were finally going your way. 

“Do you want to go get a drink to celebrate?”

You smiled suggestively and shook your head. “Maybe tomorrow. Tonight…I want to celebrate with you. Alone. Naked.”

He smirked and you wrapped your legs around his waist as he quickly made his way to his bedroom, his lips connecting with yours once again. He nearly dropped you on the bed in his excitement and you sat up as he got on the bed next to you. You moved to straddle his lap and your kisses grew hotter, the passion just as intense but the desire for each other burning brighter as you ground your hips against his. You grabbed your shirt and brought it up over your head, Poe leaning in and kissing your chest before you could toss it aside. His dark hair was messy from your hands and became more disheveled when you yanked his shirt off. 

He smirked and you wrapped your legs around his waist as he quickly made his way to his bedroom, his lips connecting with yours once again. He nearly dropped you on the bed in his excitement and you sat up as he got on the bed next to you. You moved to straddle his lap and your kisses grew hotter, the passion just as intense but the desire for each other burning brighter as you ground your hips against his. You grabbed your shirt and brought it up over your head, Poe leaning in and kissing your chest before you could toss it aside. His dark hair was messy from your hands and became more disheveled when you yanked his shirt off. 

“You’re sexy,” you said as you ran your hands over his chest. He smirked and reached for the buttons of your dress pants. 

“You’re fucking sexy,” he retorted, dipping his fingers into your underwear and immediately finding your clit. Your mouth opened slightly and he wrapped his arm around your waist and started to lay you down on the bed.

“No, wait!”

Poe froze and you pushed him back to his position on the bed, his eyebrow cocked with curiosity. 

“You want to be on top?”

You smirked mischievously and grabbed his wrist, removing his fingers from your pussy. You brought them to your mouth and gave them a quick suck before moving down his lap and further down the bed, bringing his pants down with you. Kissing his stomach, your fingers dipped under the band of his briefs. He was already hard and you wasted no time removing his briefs and wrapping your hand around him. Poe let out a soft sigh of approval as you pumped him slowly. You swirled your tongue lightly around the tip and Poe let out a sound between a moan and a whimper with a very quiet plea falling from his lips. 

“I’m sorry,” you giggled. “What was that?”

He swallowed hard, his body ringing with want. “Please.”

You smiled up at him and wrapped your lips around him, taking him in your mouth inch by inch. His head fell back against the pillows, closing for just a minute before looking back down at you. He gathered your hair back so it was out of your face, biting his lip and watching your head bob as you sucked him off. A quiet ‘fuck’ left his lips and you released him from your mouth, your hand pumping him quickly and your tongue found the base of his cock. You ran your tongue slowly, teasingly up the length of him before taking him in your mouth again. Your hand and mouth worked in tandem, bringing him closer and closer to the edge each time he watched your cheeks hollow around him. 

But Poe wasn’t ready to be done quite yet.

“G—fuck….get up here.”

You ignored him, sliding your mouth all the way down his length until he touched back of your throat. The groan that came from him came deep from within him and it took all his strength to tug on your hair again instead of giving into the immense pleasure you were giving him and coming too soon. 

“Get up here. Now.”

You let him go with a pop, crawling up into his lap again. “Mmm, bossy. I like it.”

He smirked as you grabbed him again to line him up with your entrance. “Another day, sweetheart.”

You bit your lip and nodded as you sunk down on him slowly, a soft groan leaving your lips as he filled you all the way up. He attached his lips to your neck, his teeth leaving little love bites along your collarbone as you grinded against him. Your hand came back up to his hair, tugging the inky strands at the base of his neck and he quietly moaned at the mix of pain and pleasure. 

“F—ohhh…fuck, baby…” your voice was breathy, a sound Poe could listen to forever. The way you called him ‘baby’, even in the throes of pleasure, tugged on his heartstrings a little bit. One hand splayed across your back, the ends of your hair threading between his fingers. The other hand rested on your hips, his fingers digging into your skin as each shot of pleasure hit deep in your stomachs. 

Poe’s lips traveled down to your chest and attached to your breast, sucking small marks onto your skin. A symphony of sounds filled the room: the sound of skin slapping against skin, yours and his moans of pleasure, and his name tumbling past your lips with a slew of expletives. Your hand found his headboard, grabbing it to use as leverage and support as your body was weakened by pleasure.

He kissed up your neck and found your lips once again, his tongue invading your mouth and tangling with yours. You moved faster, your body becoming slick with exertion. You struggled to kiss him back, your quick movements making you nearly gasp for breath. You rode him hard, the both of you chasing the high you wanted so badly. 

You whimpered as you the burn in your belly grew hotter, the mind-blowing orgasm you always got with Poe building. Poe felt the same, having used a great deal of strength to hold off so he could give you the same kind of ecstasy you were giving him. Your body tensed and you clenched around him as his cock found that spot that drove you absolutely wild. 

“Come for me, baby…” Poe’s voice was also breathless but still held the tone of finality, like he was commanding you. The idea alone spurred you on further and his hands helped you slam yourself down onto his cock, your body movements becoming sloppy as you started to lose control. “Come on baby, that’s it.”

His thumb found your clit and he rubbed it quickly, the sudden addition of stimulation making your body twitch and send you over the edge. You came hard, your body shaking in his hands and a loud moan coming from deep within your throat as the iron struck white hot in your lower stomach. He held you still and thrust up into you and your hand shook the headboard, making it loudly knock against the wall. Poe gritted his teeth and his head fell back as he came, spurt after spurt of his release filling you up. You both slowed, the intensity of your orgasms making you fight to catch your breath like you just ran a marathon. Your head fell against his and he presses his lips to whatever part of your face that was closest to him. 

“You…you ride me so well.”

You let out a breathless laugh, allowing Poe to put both arms around you and bring you down on top of him as he laid back against his pillows. He rubbed your back slowly, neither of you bothering to move. His softening cock stayed nestled inside you as the both of you catching your breath in the afterglow.

“You know, I was thinking?” Poe asked after several minutes of comfortable silence. You hummed in acknowledgement. “You should move in with me.”

You looked up at him, your fingers running along the silver chain around his neck. 

“You don’t think it’s too soon?”

“It might be…but I also know this is what I want.”

He reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering. 

“We went on our first date on Valentine’s Day but we’ve technically been dating since Halloween,” he said, the memories making you smile. “I know it was supposed to be just a one time hookup and then after that just casual sex but it ended up being a lot of talking. We were basically on dates, we just did sex first and got to know each other afterwards. So, in my mind, we’ve been together for about seven and a half months.”

He ran his knuckle across your cheek and you didn’t know if your cheeks were still flushed from sex or  if they were flushing from the way he was looking at you - with pure love and adoration. 

“If it’s too soon for you, it’s okay. I do want to move in with you, but we can wait until you’re ready. Just the fact that you’ll be close by instead of hours and hours and hours away is good for me.”

You took in every word he said. The whole point of your plan to decline the job offer was to be with Poe, and moving in with him would mean being with him all the time. There was a sliver of doubt that crossed your mind, that maybe you’d get annoyed with each other after living together for awhile and learning each other’s daily quirks. 

“What do you see? When you think about us moving in together?”

Poe smiled softly. He knew exactly what kind of house he wanted to move into someday. Since he imagined having a kid or two, he wanted a basement or an extra room to be used as a playroom. He wanted a big backyard with a large deck and fire pit for late summer nights. He’d thought about it plenty, imagined his future home many many times before you, but it became so much more clear to him after you told him you loved him. Poe had been thinking of you moving in since before graduation, but held off saying anything because of your job interview. He didn’t want you to feel pressured if you had gotten the job…like you had to give up the opportunity because you were moving. 

He wanted all that with you, but he wouldn’t sacrifice your future to make his come true.

“Well…” He started, making sure to word things carefully so he wouldn’t scare you with how much he’d thought this through. “For now, we’d find a bigger apartment or a townhouse to rent…somewhere where there’s enough space for all of your things as well as mine…I think we’ve seen enough of the inside of this apartment.” You laughed lightly and nodded. “Maybe find one with an extra room we can turn into an office for us to work in. Eventually I’d like to buy a house, but I think that’s a few years away still.”

Though Poe was sparing you details, you could tell he’d been put a lot of thought into it. You didn’t blame him, he was in his early thirties and wanting to start settling down and building a life. You were still young, twenty-two with all the adventures of your twenties waiting for you…but you couldn’t imagine doing any of them without Poe. Navigating your way into the world post-education was going to be difficult. Nothing is promised. But having a place of your own to come home to with someone you loved, where you could relax and unwind and have that feeling of comfort and safety…you wanted that. 

“That’s just what I’ve been thinking. We certainly don’t have to, if you don’t want to.” His voice brought you back from our own thoughts and you nodded slowly and continued to play with his necklace. 

“You know I was talking to Finn earlier about how we move fast but everything’s worked out pretty good so far.” You shrugged, biting back the wide smile that was threatening to take over your face. “I don’t see why we should stop now.”

A smile slowly spread across Poe’s face. “Really?”

You nodded and sat up a little bit so you were hovering over him. 

“Let’s start looking. See what we find. In the meantime…”

“You’ll move in with me?” He asked hopefully, his eyes lighting up like a kid in a candy store. You smiled widely. 

“I would love to move in.” Poe leaned up and kissed your lips squarely and surely. “I can leave now, start packing…”

“Oh no,” Poe smirked as he wiggled his eyebrows. “You’re not going anywhere. Tonight, we celebrate.”

He rolled you over onto your back, never separating from you and burying his face in your neck and kissing it all over. Your laughter filled the room and you kissed him passionately, the room soon filling with different noises of pure happiness. 

You couldn’t wait to start your future with him. 

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[gwendolyn02]

For Him - Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary:  Reader would do anything for Spencer to be happy even if she doesn’t think her feelings are reciprocated, and when Maeve’s life is on the line she proves that. Plus reader and Spencer are able to talk effortlessly and have a deep connection not Maeve and Spencer. Also kind of inspired/based on Yellow by Coldplay

Word Count: 1985

Content Warning: Blood, guns you know normal criminal mind things :/

A/N: This is my very first fanfic I have ever written. I don’t really know what i should put as warnings and such so I’m winging it along with all of this. Also I don’t know what to classify this but I’d guess angst with a happy ending. Like I said this is my first fanfic so bear with me. I also did not proof read this because I was so excited to post it so it might have spelling or grammatical errors.

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Spencer and you have been the best of friends since a month after you joined the team, and you’ve had feelings for him just as long, little did you know the feelings were mutual. The whole team could see the longing looks when the other wasn’t looking, they even have a bet of when you guys would get together. You were always there for each other comforting and consoling the other when a case hit a little too close to home for either of you. You’d distract yourselves if you didn’t want to talk about why a case had upset you; You’d read to each other, watch Doctor Who, play chess, or even go on walks late at night to look at the stars.

When Emily “died” Spencer would come to your apartment crying his eyes out and you stayed strong for him as he has had so many people leave him, he needed comforting more than you, and that made your heart ache even more. You decided to take him to your couch, lay his head on your lap, and run your hands through his hair. It would calm him so much that he’d fall asleep. He looks so peaceful well he slept with his head on your legs you couldn’t help yourself to lean down and kiss him on his forehead and whisper, “Do you know, you know I love you so.”

It’s been a while since then, Emily is alive and in London, and everyone has gone back to normal, well everyone except for everyone’s favorite genius. He was happier than normal, but also more secretive. The team thought that you guys must have finally started dating until one day you came in to work looking a little down, and your longing looks towards Spencer also had pain in your eyes. That was the day after you found out about her. You were having one of your normal hang outs with Spence when you noticed he was spacing out a lot and he had this look in his eyes, a look you knew well. It was the same look you’d get when you thought about him. You didn’t like it, you almost denied it but you had to ask him if your suspicions were right.

“Who is she?” you blurted out. He jumped your sudden outburst blush started to creep up his neck.

“Who is who?” he asked hesitantly.

“Spencer I’m not stupid. You've been extra happy and more secretive lately, and you were just spacing out with a smile on your face. You never space out when we’re watching Doctor Who. So, there is only one reason, you’re seeing someone. What’s her name?” you ask hoping he’ll deny it meaning it’s not too serious or that you were somehow wrong.

He’s hesitant but he says, “Maeve, her name is Maeve.” Your heart drops at this, and you tell him your happy for him. You were happy it was getting late so it wasn’t suspicious when you said you were heading home after that episode. As soon as you closed your apartment door behind you, you leaned against sliding down to a sitting position finally letting your tears fall.

When he walked in late the day after that wearing your favorite outfit of his you realized you couldn't go through with your original plan of slowly distancing yourself from him even if you wanted to, because his happiness was more important to you than your shattered heart. So, you continued to be his best friend even if it ripped out your heart every day and you now had to listen to him gush over her.

It was all good until one day at work he told everyone about her and how he was sure she was missing and how because of that he couldn’t focus on anything for more than four seconds making him the dumbest person in the room and needing the team and your help. You have never seen him like that, it hurt you in more way than one, he loves her, it's clear in his voice cracks along with how much pain he is in, and at that moment you promised yourself you’ll do anything to bring her back to him alive.

*Time Skip to outside Diane’s loft*

Diane knew your feeling for him, and that you’re his best friend, how she found out your unsure, but she did, and she wanted you both there. If you had to guess it was to raise the stakes for Spencer.

“Take your guns and vests off.”

You and Spencer followed her orders.

“Now just you two come in.”

You guys got to the top of the stairs and she opens the door with gun in hand, “Put the blindfold on him and lead him to the chair,” Diane says to you. You do so very carefully as she has her gun pushed into your back as she follows you.

Spencer asks if he can take the blindfold off and gets told no. He and Maeve swap hellos as Diane is putting her hand down Spencer’s shirt and complimenting in his brain and looks until he mentions her thesis, as you watch a little confused on what you're supposed to be doing so you start to mouth to Maeve that everything will be okay.

Spencer is trying to trick her into thinking her thesis is valuable enough to keep her save and out of jail, as you are trying to run through all possible outcomes of this situation in your head. He is trying to convince her he loves her not Maeve, and to let Maeve live with her irrelevancy. She makes sure to make Spencer say he doesn’t love you too, which confuses you, he doesn’t love me anyways you think, but he hesitates for a quick second and you and Maeve catch it but somehow Diane doesn’t. She then kisses Spencer and when he doesn’t reciprocate, she knows he’s lying. He grabs her gun and it fires into the air and then Spencer’s arm, it happened so fast you weren’t able to help him in fact you were knocked onto the ground. The rest of the team was in the room now as you hear Spencer repeatedly saying to stay back. Your standing back up when Spencer is telling her, “There is still a way out of this. Diane, I offered you a deal and you can still take it. M-”

“Me for her,” you interrupt him.  

“Why should I do that?” she asked.

“Because he hesitated in saying he didn’t love me, if you kill her you wouldn’t kill who he truly loves. You’d still have the real competition for him left,” you lie for the second half of this, but you aren’t looking at Spencer whose eyes got even wider in fear as what you were saying was actually true, and Diane sees that and aims her gun towards you. As she does that the team all have their guns pointed at her head. You hear two guns go off and Spencer screaming “WAIT!” you and Diane are on the ground now. Your stomach was gushing out blood. Diane his down a few feet away from you a bullet hole right between her eyes. Spencer rushes over to you and applies pressure to your wound as he tells the others they need medics, now, your vision as blurring and everything you hear is incoherent. Then everything goes black.

You hear movement around you and even though your eyes are closed you can see how bright the lights are in the room you’re in. You open your drowsy eyes to see Spencer pacing the room, he seems to be a mixture of worried, nervous, and stressed. It also looks like he’d been pulling at his hair some too.

“Hey Spence,” you croaked out. He immediately turns to you and lets out a sigh of relieve.

“Y/N, you’re awake, thank goodness. How are you feeling?” he asked.

“Like I’ve just been shot, but other than that perfectly fine,” you chuckle. He doesn’t laugh back, instead he gives you a very stern look.

“Why’d you do it Y/N, why’d did you trade yourself for her?” he questions. You look up at him and think what the hell, might as well tell him the truth.

“Do you know Spence I’d do anything for you, I’d even bleed myself dry,” you tell him in all honesty. He looks at you completely flabbergasted. Then he flushes pink and looks extremely nervous.

“There’s uh... something I need to tell you,” he mumbles and you look at him intently, telling him to continue with your eyes, “I’ve got to tell you this now, I can’t hold it in any longer, especially after almost losing you, you know, you coded on the operating table twice? I almost lost you, twice. So, you need to know Y/N I'm in love with you and I have been for four years six months ten days eight hours twenty-three minutes,” he glances down to his watch really quick, “and fifteen seconds, and I broke up with Maeve, she knew when I hesitating in saying I don’t love you that I really did, and sure I loved her but nowhere close to how much I love you, I only started dating her because I knew there is no way you’d return my feelings, but that was unfair to her,”  he exhales loudly as he rambled forgetting to breathe in between sentences. You look at him in awe, mouth gaped open, and when you realize he staring at you waiting for you to say something.

“I love you too Spence, I have for a long time now, but I thought a genius like you would want another genius, not me,” you say blushing. He moves closer to you leaning towards to you and you lean towards him and gently brush you lips against his. He takes in that you want to kiss him too and smashes his lips into yours for a passionate kiss. You were so caught up in the kiss that you didn’t hear the doors to your hospital room open as the team walks in, you only realize when you hear Derek wolf whistle and Penelope squeal.

“My man,” Derek says slapping Spencer on his shoulder.

“Congrats,” Rossi and Hotch tell you guys, Hotch even wearing one of his rare smiles on his face.

Alex just smiles. While JJ pulls Spence into a hug before carefully doing the same to you. Penelope is so excited she hyperventilating a little bit in the corner with Derek now trying to calm her down, he looks over his shoulder at you two and say, “We’ll give you lovebirds some privacy” leading Penelope out as the others follow. You and Spencer just look at each other and smile contently.  

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Bonus Scene

As the team are outside of your room with a finally calm Penny G, JJ calls Emily and puts her on speaker, while the other each hand Rossi a twenty.

“Hey Em guess what just happened?” JJ says, and Emily doesn’t know so she replies with a what with a chuckle as she could hear the smile in JJ’s voice so she knows it's not a serious call. “Y/N and Spe-”

“You owe me twenty bucks,” Rossi cuts in.  

“Are you for real?” Emily asks knowing exactly what he was talking about, the bet the made when you first joined the team that they updated every so often and started going by months instead of days or weeks since you guys took so long. They had updated it right before Emily left and when Alex came, she decided to join it too. Rossi had this month.

“Yup,” JJ confirms, “we walked in on them kissing.”

“Well it took them long enough,” Emily says, and everyone laughs in agreement. Even though you were shot it ended up being a happy day.

[wantaichi]

karasuno as guy best friends

all platonic over here, folks. 

[reuploading due to tagging problems grr]

SUGAWARA KOUSHI made you swoon the first you met him and no one could blame you - ‘hii i don’t think we’ve met, i’m suga :)’ cue hand shake and soft hand squeeze and pretty eyes staring right into you melting your insides.. he’s just naturally sweet towards everyone and you learn this eventually. loves giving head pats and asking about your day and telling you to ‘take care text me when you get home!’ you‘re always telling him whoever he’d end up with would be the luckiest person on earth and you’d never forgive them if they hurt him. the type of guy best friend who spams your profile pic with comments - ‘wHO IS SHE’, ‘ohhh she glowin!’ - and acts all surprised as if you hadn’t just asked him to choose that photo for you. has a sixth sense for you that’s always so on-point he could tell when you’re faking a smile and would drag you out of the room discreetly saying ‘c’mon lets talk’

DAICHI SAWAMURA acts as the parent/legal guardian throughout your friendship, always reminding you to drink your water and to drop instant noodles from your diet. he has your birthday penciled into his planner and phone calendar, remembers your hyper-specific coffee order from starbucks, and knows all your pet peeves - from slow walkers to being told to ‘chill’ because it invalidates your feelings. the best friend you can trust to do your yearbook write up for you because he knows all your best qualities and remembers all your achievements by heart. doesn’t seem to be aware of his own popularity - his mental age surpasses that of people his age - and couldn’t be bothered with anything concerning romance so you’re always trying to pimp him out set him up with friends and friends of friends who are dying to date him

ASAHI AZUMANE’s always seen as the understated friend in the group just quietly soaking up everyone’s stories in the background but actually has a comedic streak only you and few others know about. it’s easy to miss because he’s too shy to say his jokes out loud so he mumbles them to himself, and they’re so insanely corny - delivered with a straight face - it had you tearing up from laughter the first time you caught him. you love that his brand of funny is free from any kind of attention seeking and feel lucky to be one of the few to witness this side of him. his sense of humor shines best when innocently poking fun at his close friends like doing accurate re-enactments of suga smizing at his reflection or daichi holding his screen 10 inches from his face, or when you’re expressively telling a story and he goes “do that face again” so you do it and he’s like “one more” and idiot you does it again before realizing bitch is trolling you ugh

NISHINOYA YUU is your wild card friend - you never know when he’d show up to things, but when he does, everyone knows. the friend you wished upon a shooting star the way Lilo did and ended up getting a gremlin smh. he’s the spark plug for spontaneous action in your life - would randomly text blast everyone on a weekend to hangout and watch that rooster fight in his neighborhood or go feral at the batting cage downtown, and you’re like wtf...game. deep conversations aren’t really his thing but you’re always so down for anything, to ride along with all the shit he enjoys and listen to his ramblings and it’s that rawness he loves about your friendship. the best friend that has a tendency to go missing in action all of a sudden and no one knows where he is but will randomly hit you up at 10pm to grab ramen with him or those ghetto ass meals ($0.80 rice burgers ftw) on the sidewalk that give you both diarrhea

TANAKA RYUUNOSUKE tried to shoot his shot with you the first you met; now cringes whenever reminded about it because you’re a sausage to him now, as sausage everyone else on the team. the best friend who’s down to hang out literally from morning ‘til dawn, have friends over for a week, go out for late night visits or spontaneous road trips - really anything that serves an excuse to be with the bros (including you). you’d joke about growing sick of each other’s company but deep down you know he’s the one person you could never tire of and run out of fun things to do with. the best friend you could simply be drinking grapefruit shochu with or eating cup noodles and it’d still be one of the most memorable moments with him. the most reliable especially when you’ve gone through a messy break up or when it’s red season - will come over with a whole bag of instant ramen, some takoyaki and some ibuprofen (regardless of the situation)

you and HINATA SHOUYO hit it off within the first hour of meeting each other. you’ve screeched talked about everything there’s to know about the other - volleyball, school life, mutual friends, music taste, siblings, irrational fears and childhood traumas - added each other on facebook, followed each other’s instagram, made plans to watch that game in another school; all within an hour. there’s just something about him that makes it easy for you to open up about anything. the friend that gets you all flustered at the start because he’s so touchy and always poking and hugging you every chance he gets (turns out he’s an accidental flirt). he’s your number one fan and cheerleader and has a way with words that always lifts your spirit, but also definitely the best friend who always gets you sent out of class because your thumb wrestling match or game of tic tac toe got over competitive

KAGEYAMA TOBIO isn’t sure who or what exactly counts as a best friend but he knows which people to trust and which ones trust him back and accept him as he is. yours is a friendship where seeing and talking to each other might happen every few weeks (or even months) but knowing you can count on the other for support and encouragement. there’s never any pressure to be more expressive and he feels comfortable to just be his normal self around you; you’ve probably bonded over mutual interest like volleyball or just sports in general, something that made a lasting impression and led to keeping in touch. you can’t be there in all his games but you make sure to stay updated and send him a ‘congrats!’ or ‘you did your best!’ after matches. you’re sometimes mistaken for his s/o (with how comfortable he is with you), and though neither of you give a shit and even ride along with it sometimes, deep down you’re both thinking: ‘HARD PASS’

YAMAGUCHI TADASHI - timid and innocent, that’s the first impression he gives off to a lot of people. he seems hard to get to know at first but all it takes is a little kindness and authenticity for this boy to warm up to you. deep down he’s hemorrhaging with happiness whenever someone introduces themselves and welcomes him as a friend - he’s never really sure if people like him and he doesn’t like imposing on others. even on a best friend level you’ll learn that there’s so much more layers to him - that he’s loudest when nerding out on things like underdog athletes and comics and art, that he has an eye for aesthetic and beauty and is easily attracted to pretty faces and stylish dressers (but is blind to red flags sighh). he keeps you updated with the trendiest stuff like that milk tea store that just opened or that new release on netflix — always up to date with everything ugh

to TSUKISHIMA KEI, people are either strangers or friends. you could be talking or working together on a daily basis but he’d still consider your friendship superficial; inversely, you could be hanging out only once/twice a week but your conversations would always be interesting or challenging enough for him to keep you around. you’re most likely the louder one or always the one initiating conversations and asking to hang out with him; he’ll call you annoying but secretly appreciates your genuine interest in reaching out to him. you’ll know he acknowledges you as a friend when gives you song recs based on your music taste or asks for your opinion on things - should he get new headphones or that limited edition t-rex figurine? he’ll engage you in debate while studying, in talks about social issues and maybe some existential stuff and you’ll learn that the unforeseeable future led by your generation keeps him up at night

a/n: because my guy best friends started messaging out of nowhere and i’m missing them more than usual.

[rllymilerlly]

49 and 50 with whatever you want!

Writing prompts

“Im too sober for this”/ “Oh god, I need a drink”

I got a lil carried away with this and DIDNT know how to end it because I just wanted to keep going and still do so I’m sorry.

For some context this set in my lil college au that I use for most of my stuff with them u_u

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Gaz would say she was used to Zim and Dibs quirks. After knowing Dib all her life and Zim for over half she has had to adapt to the wacky shit they put her through. And when Dib and Zim decided to get an apartment together in college, she knew she was going to have to always mentally prepare herself for whatever hellscape awaits her inside when she came over.

However, one day after an extremely long art critique in class, all she wanted was to come over to their place and complain about it. They’d comfort her in their own unique ways, make her feel like not a complete failure like her professor did. Maybe they’d even take her out for some pizza as compensation for her shitty day. She was so caught up in her own frustrations, she didn’t mentally prep for the sights she could possibly see. So, when she entered the apartment she wasn’t ready to witness her boyfriend in his high school prom dress doing some sort of weird shimmy with her brother in front of the TV with “Promiscuous” blasting from the speakers.

“I’m too sober for this,” was all she could say at the sight. The boys both turned at the sound of her voice.

“Oh, hey Gaz!” they said simultaneously, flashing a smile, before immediately turning their eyes back to the screen.

“What the hell are you guys even doing?” Gaz asked as she started heading to their kitchen. Honestly, she has walked in on crazier shit. This wouldn’t even come close to breaking the top 20 list. But after the long mid term week she’s had, she was just hoping for a semi-normal night. Though, she should’ve known that was going to be a lost cause with these two. Maybe she should have just called Zita or someone instead of coming here.

“-and then of course Zim took that as a personal challenge. And now we have been playing Just Dance for the past 3 hours.” Dib rambled on slightly out of breath, not realizing his sister wasn’t fully paying attention.

“Hey! Watch your arms, space bug!” He yelled as Zim slid in front him almost hitting his face.

“Wouldn’t have to if you were paying attention Dib-Shit” Zim mocked.

“Zim why are you in your old prom outfit?” Gaz asked before Dib could retaliate. Zim’s antennae perked up at her voice.

“I put it on to coordinate with the first simulation. But Dib refused to let me change again in an attempt to hinder my MAXIMUM performance,” he started to laugh, “A foolish move on his part. I’ve been kicking his ass in heels since he was a smeet.”

“Oh my God, no. That is not why. I just didn’t want to wait forever for you to change in between every song. Matching with the characters doesn’t ACTUALLY help improve your score, moron.”

“Psh of course you think that, human” Zim rolled his eyes as he dramatically paused. “WHAT?! Zim totally hit that move! See Dib your stupid box can’t recognize Zim’s body movements perfectly because my attire is not accurate! The scores are going to be all off!“

“Oh my God, I need a drink.” Dib sighed ignoring Zim’s theatrics. He glanced over at his sister, who was pouring herself a shot. “Hey Gaz think you can pour me one too?”

“You mean to tell me you’ve been dancing for 3 hours sober?” She questioned as she poured him a glass.

“Bleh I don’t see how humans can drink that filth,” Zim gagged.

“Says the alien that eats nothing but pure sugar” Dib replied as he walked away from the game.

“Hey! The songs not finished ye-“

“You win, space lizard, congrats” Dib interrupted.

“Well of course I did!” Zim gloated, satisfied with his victory. He joined the Membranes in their tiny semi-messy (thanks Gir) kitchen.

“Hello Gus,” Zim said as he gave her a swift peck on the cheek, following more of his typical “normal partner” welcoming routine now that he could give her his full attention. Gaz smiled slightly at the dumb nickname.

“Hi Zim” she replied. She handed Dib a shot. They clinked their glasses and downed them.

“I’m sorry you had to witness us dancing,” Dib said, wiping his mouth.

“I’m not! I’m a great dancer!” Zim said. He gloved up his hands to start tidying up the mess Gir left.

“Oh hey! How was your critique today?” Dib asked, ignoring his roommate.

Gaz sighed, “I’m going to need another drink first.”

[ahsxual]

hi honey, congrats on 400!!!! you deserve every single one and all the more to come <3

if theyre still open,,could i get ✨

my name is Kit, i use he/they pronouns, am around 4'10, i have short hair (was pink but its faded now) and green eyes. Im usually pretty shy n terrible at talking to people at first but once i get to know them i don't shut up. i love all types of art to photography n film to painting and drawing. music is a big comfort for me and i listen to just about everything, but i especially love 70s/80s music. :) im a big romantic at heart even though i can seem standoffish sometimes. thank you honey!

Hii, angel! Thank you so much, it means a lot <33

I absolutely ship you with James Patrick March!

The fact that you genuinely love art was what caught James' attention in the first place

He also likes the way you bring art to yourself (dyed hair, for example), which makes you a peculiarly unique and interesting, beautiful creature, according to him

Since you were very shy at first, he found your shyness and mystery intriguing, so he was the one who approached you to get to know you better

He truly thinks you're a great company, since you have very similar tastes in music (he probably enjoys listening to the 70s/80s music too) and art as well

Sometimes you ask him to pose, so you can draw him or take pictures of him he would be amazed by your talent. He was a little hesitant at first about the idea, but after he agreed to be your art model, he loved the idea

You usually talk with each other for hours, listening to him rambling about his times and vice-versa: he learned so much about the present days because of you, and you learned a lot about the way he used to live back in the day too

Everyone knows that James is a hopeless romantic lover, which means that he would do anything for you, and make you the happiest man alive or dead

Whenever you give him the cold shoulder, he begs for your forgiveness and attention, so be careful, 'cause he's a very lonely and sensitive man

[irrelevantwriter]

The Art of Foreplay

Pairing: Negan x Female Reader/You

Rating: Explicit, NSFW

Warnings: Language, Daddy kink, dry humping, mentions of bodily fluids, vaginal fingering, Negan’s impatient potty mouth (it is its own warning)

Word Count: 1638

Summary: Part 1. Negan is stressed so you decided to educate him on foreplay 101.

A/N: This is my entry for @negans-lucille-tblr​ 4k foreplay challenge! Congrats on the milestone! My chosen prompt was Dry Humping. I had so much fun writing this. I really missed Negan and his shit-talking so this was a nice reintroduction. I hope you guys like it. Feedback is that good shit. Enjoy and share with your friends!

Want more Negan foreplay?

*Check out part two: Acts of Service

*Foreplay series masterlist 

*Masterlist in bio.

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You knocked gently on Negan’s door, listening for the low rumbling of his voice through the thick wood.

“Come in.” You heard him say, though the tone was much more subdued than what you were used to hearing.

You turned the handle and opened the door, your eyes still not used to such grandiosity in the middle of the apocalypse. Negan’s living quarters would’ve been considered luxurious even before the world went to shit. In the middle of the world ending, his place was a fucking palace compared to anything else.

Your gaze caught him hunched over his desk, a glass of brown liquid in his hand. His leather jacket was off, his armor discarded for the time being. He looked tired, exhausted even. The tension in his body was obvious, the weight of what was left of this world obviously sitting on his shoulders. The sight made you sigh, the need to comfort him suddenly overwhelming.

You’d caught a passing glance of him only an hour before when he’d passed the wives’ quarters, not bothering to stop and chat. It was odd for Negan to continue on without stopping to visit or flirt, especially with you. You were the new wife and had your husband captivated at the moment. Your refusal to sleep with him right away kept him glued to your side while he was upstairs. The man looked at it as a challenge, and you’d learned rather quickly that he loved a challenge.

“Hey, doll…” He greeted wearily, the grin you loved so much now lopsided and forlorn.

You stepped towards him, the cool feel of silk against your skin making you shiver. You wore a black negligee, the lace fabric barely hiding your nipples from view. You weren’t intending on sleeping with your husband just yet, but you’d been set on progressing your physical relationship. Every night for the last week and a half you’d been with Negan. There was an abundance of kissing and heavy petting, but nothing beyond that. You were taking your time, easing into the unique relationship you’d found yourself in. And Negan was patient and supportive, making your decision more difficult each time you left him at the end of the night.

“Come with me.” You softly demanded, not leaving any room for arguing. You grabbed at his hand, gently pulling at him to follow you.

“I’ve got a lot of fucking shit to do.” He protested, but his body followed you anyways. His hazel eyes took you in as he stood, his gaze burning your flesh with intensity. Not even fatigue could tamper his sexual appetite.

“I’m gonna help you.” You reassured, leading him to the sofa. You gestured for him to sit down, waiting until he complied before you crawled in his lap. He made room for you, his hands settling at your hips as you made yourself comfortable. Your delicately covered pussy made contact with his denim crotch, seeking out the hard lines of his cock.

“Giving me blue balls is not gonna fucking help.” He stated flatly, fingertips beginning to dig into the flesh of your hips.

“I’ve never given you blue balls. You always finish.” You corrected, unable to keep your hips still at the stirring of his erection. You might not be sleeping with Negan, but you didn’t leave him unsatisfied either. You both ensured that the other found release on your nights together.

Your hands gently traced over his face and trailed to the back of his neck, tugging at the hair there. His eyes were beginning to fall, the sensations ensnaring him like a predator hunting its prey. You could feel him relaxing beneath you, his limbs no longer tense with stress but now heavy with desire.

“Every day I don’t slide into that tight pussy, my balls get tighter.” He mumbled, eyes still closed and head thrown back. Your hips were still moving over his lap, but the rhythm was slow and torturous. You were already wet, the moisture no doubt seeping from your panties and onto his pants.

You felt a jolt of pleasure as your clit brushed the denim just right. A tiny gasp tore from your lips at the action, your body seeking out the source for more. You felt Negan’s eyes on you as he realized what you were doing. He licked his lips with a seductive swipe of his tongue, his hips arching to meet yours.

“You know,” You started, your breathing now labored against the rush of lust that had made a home between your thighs. “The art of foreplay has really been lost.”

Negan grunted, gaze still taking you in as you moved over him. “Really? How so?”

He was humoring your rambling, the mirth now back in his features as he guided your movements. You could feel him swelling against the zipper of his jeans, the slight thrust of his hips into your core making your insides ignite. You could feel your nipples pebbling against the lace of your nightie, calling to your lover. You arched your back and pushed your chest forward, inviting Negan to touch you.

“There’s something to be said about not giving in to what your body so desperately wants.” You whispered against his lips, relishing in the way his hands glided up your body. His attention was focused solely on you, his eyes hooded and glinting with need. The combination made you high, the adrenaline coursing through your veins and collecting at the apex of your thighs. You pushed back against his body, letting the soaked material of your panties rub against him. His movements faltered as you mimicked riding his cock, his jaw set in barely tamed ecstasy.

“Fuck, doll…” Negan cursed, hands pushing down the straps of your lingerie to reveal your breasts. He immediately attacked the flesh, mouth nipping and sucking as he tasted you. His tongue lavished your nipples with attention as you held him to you, unwilling to let him separate from your body. His lips traveled up your chest and over your neck, teeth biting down to leave a mark. You shivered at the sting of pain and the burn of his facial hair, the sensations only fueling your movements.

“You wanna cum on Daddy’s lap? Rub yourself against me until you soak my jeans?” He encouraged into your ear, his calloused hands grasping your breasts with desperation.

You moaned at his words, the low rumble of his voice making your pussy throb. You tangled your fingers into his hair, bringing his lips back to yours.

“You cum first, Daddy.” You challenged, taking pleasure in the way his eyes rolled when your hips rotated in a seductive loop. “Can’t you feel how wet I am?” You purred.

“Goddamn…” He groaned, hands back to gripping your hips. You could feel the wet patch you were leaving behind, feel his cock straining to bury inside your depths.

You moved your hands to the button of his jeans, pulling them apart. His mouth opened to question you, but the words died on his lips when you settled your weeping slit over his cock, the muscle still hidden beneath the thin layer of cotton underwear he wore. You could feel the heat radiating off of him, the barrier between you both hardly concealing the product of your arousal.

“Fucking fuck, baby girl…” He cursed harshly. “You’re gonna make me cum.” His hips jerked and his head fell back as you increased your speed, intent on making him do just as he’d said.

“Do it, Daddy.” You practically begged, feeling your panties slip inside you. You rocked against his solid form, maneuvering his cock so that he was pressed between your lips. Your swollen clit thanked you as it came alive with longing, your walls clutching around nothing.

You sucked ferociously at a patch on Negan’s neck, riding his clothed cock with new fervor. You could feel the tendrils of orgasm starting to surround you. His hands grasped your ass, his hips meeting your thrusts as he cursed between clenched teeth.

“Shit…” A deep groan released from his chest as his body began to tense. His hands held you to him, locking you to his spasming hips. You focused on the feel of him as his cock pulsed beneath you, the warmth of his release coating the front of his underwear.

His climax triggered your own, your pussy tremoring against his stiffness. A rush of sticky liquid soaked the fabrics that separated you both, creating a mess. Your nails dug into his shoulders while his forehead rested against your chest, the myriad of sensations taking you both prisoner. Euphoria washed over you immediately, the satiation that came with orgasm now settling into your bones.

“I haven’t jizzed on my fucking self since I was a pimple-faced fucking preteen.” Negan said with a raspy chuckle, his shaking body causing yours to move with his.

You laughed along with him, raising onto your legs slightly to avoid the overwhelming sensitivity that always claimed you afterwards. You pulled his face to you, caressing his stubbled face. There was a different type of tired that now painted his features, a contentment that let you know your mission was successfully accomplished.

“If that’s your way of saying thank you, then you’re welcome.” You quipped, teasing his lips with your tongue.

“I can properly thank you when you let me fuck that pussy raw.” He insisted with a devilish smirk, a long finger edging its way into your depths. You hissed at the intrusion, your body jerking at the feel of him.

“Patience is a virtue.” You moaned, your body betraying its own sensitivity. You bit your lip as he dared to push you over the edge again.

“Doll, you should know by now that there ain’t nothing virtuous about your Daddy.”