#hi. so um there is something deeply wrong with me after seeing this movie

[nonsensegnomes]

playlist for when there's just something about you...

[pathetickuroo]

nekoma hcs i've been dreaming up since before the movie came out

- shibayama keeps a quote book

- there are some absolutely foul, heinous statements in there.

- he ends up passing it down to a first year before he graduates and has to explain uhh. quite a lot!

- "um. why does yaku call kai babygirl" "how about we stop talking for a while!"

- "'it tastes so good i would stick—' shibayama-san what IS this" "I'M JUST THE MESSENGER IT'S NOT MY FAULT"

- kuroo made a sliding scale diagram of every nekoma member from most to least catlike and refuses to accept any criticism

- in order (as far as more relevant characters go) it went kenma, fukunaga, kuroo himself, tora, yaku, kai, shibayama, lev, inuoka

- yaku in particular was deeply offended about his placement

- "you're like if a dog could be a cat" "FUCK you how is tora higher than me" "well that's because he's like if a cat could be a dog."

- inuoka has a special handshake with everyone

- the one with tora is the longest because they keep thinking of stuff to add and its really cool and not a distraction at all kuroo they promise

- it's 40+ steps at this point

- they keep having to restart because one of them forgets something

- kuroo just wants to do serving drills and he's getting tired of asking nicely

- fukunaga can will and does fall asleep anywhere

- like. anywhere. in a plane on a train on his desk at school on the floor in the library you name a location and i'd bet good money he's snoozed there. he fell asleep on the bench during a timeout once in the middle of a practice match. yaku found him in a cabinet one time

- some under the counter door closed curled up shit. made it look like sleeping on a cloud too i'm sure

- speaking of fukunaga. he carries around one of those little party noisemaker things around with him so he can use it when something makes him happy

- like those ones where you blow in them and the paper unrolls and it honks or whatever. you know the sound idk how to describe it

- he's exploring creative methods of communication so he doesn't have to force himself to talk all the time :)

- every time kuroo sees a cat he HAS to meow at it, it isn't a question of if he will or not, he Has To. it's like a compulsion

- it's the alternative to baby-talking them (which he also does sometimes)

- when ppl send cat pics in the gc he types meow and hits send

- he wants to be POLITE and say HELLO and since cats can't speak japanese, kuroo will speak cat

- he gets down to their eye level too or at LEAST crouches. he doesn't wanna frighten them

- lev tried to keep the blood speech alive after the third years graduated

- "ok we're blood--" "you're doing it WRONG" "WHATT WHATTTTT"

- he tries to come up with something new but gives up bc he can't stop thinking of vital organs

- "ok ok kenma i got it this time. so we're like the liver--" "tora i'm gonna kill this guy"

- touchiest volleyball team known to man

- hugs, heads on shoulders or in laps, holding hands, shoulder touches, patting each other on the back or the head, arms around shoulders, cuddling at sleepovers they're doing it ALL

- totally indiscriminate too. if you attend nekoma high school and join the boys' volleyball club you will not be touch starved i can tell you that

- you know how when you have a litter of kittens they all kind of sleep in a pile

- this is a maneuver nekoma hits often, i think

- it turns into a catch-all solution for like. anything

- didn't get enough sleep? cat pile. finals are coming up? cat pile. forgot your phone at home? cat pile. it rained during the school day and you got the bottom hem of your pants wet on the way to afternoon practice? cat pile. bored as hell? guess what! cat pile

- it sort of happens in the gym before/after practice just because it's the most convenient option, but it definitely happened in the bleachers after the dumpster battle too

[thatgirlstrawberry]

Finally Free

Feb. Request- 3

In which Y/N asks Spencer out like she’s been wanting to before he went to prison.

Warnings: reader being awkward and flustered, flufffff,

Spencer x fem!reader

“Good morning, Agent Morgan.” She smiled, typing away at the computer as he walked in.

Derek smiled at her as he stepped up to the desk. “Mornin’, sweets. How’s it going?” He asked, scanning his badge on the reader.

She pressed a few buttons. “I’m doing… okay, I guess.” She shrugged. She hadn’t seen Agent Reid in a few months. She wondered if he left. “You’re all good.” She said nodding at the computer.

Derek chuckled. “Thanks, sweets.” He grabbed a piece of candy out of the jar she kept on the reception desk.

“Happy Valentine’s Day!” She sighed and went back to typing away.

See, she had the biggest crush on Spencer Reid. It all started when she began working there.

Y/N spun around in her comfy chair, waiting for someone to come in the doors. It was 6 am and all she could think about was coffee and sleeping.

She stopped spinning when she heard the doors hiss open and footsteps near. “Hello, please scan your ba- ah oh my goddamn—“ She stopped when she saw the face of who walked in.

He was fucking beautiful. He had curly brown hair, green eyes and a pair of beautiful lips. She thought only people who looked like that were in movies!

She inhaled deeply when he furrowed his eyebrows. “Uh, sorry about that.” She blushed wildly. “I thought I saw a… a fly somewhere around here.”

He nodded. “Oh, okay. I thought there was something wrong.” He chuckled. “Uh, where’s Judice?” He asked. That was the last reception lady. She was 83 years old and a bitch.

The woman pressed her lips into a thin line and stood up. “Judice… uh passed. Sadly.” She nodded. “Uh, I’m Y/N. Y’know, the new kid.” She held her hand out.

Spencer tilted his head and smiled slightly. He hesitantly shook her hand. He didn’t usually do this but he didn’t feel like explaining. Plus, her hands were really soft. “I’m Spencer.”

She nodded. “Yeah, I know.” He furrowed his eyebrows. “Oh— not that I know you. That would be totally weird, ‘cause I have never seen you in my life. I uh I saw your badge.” She stuttered. “Which I um still need you to scan by the way.” She said quickly before pressing her lips into a thin line.

Spencer chuckled and scanned his badge under the reader and she hummed. “Thank you, agent Reid.”

He smiled. “Call me Spencer.”

A few moments later, she heard footsteps. “Scan your badge, please.” She droned, not looking away from her screen.

The reader beeped and she looked at the other screen to press the accept button but froze.

Spencer Reid

She looked up slowly and saw him smiling down at her. “Agent Reid, hi!” She smiled.

Spencer raised his eyebrows a bit. “Hey! It’s good to see you.”

Me? It’s good to see me?

She blushed. “I— where have you been? You haven’t clocked in for months.” She shook her head, standing up.

“I… I was in prison.” He nodded.

She bursted out laughing. She stopped when he looked completely serious. “What? You’re not fucking with me right now?”

Spencer shook his head. “Nope.”

She didn’t want to ask him why. She saw the pain in his eyes even though he was smiling. She bit the inside of her cheek. “Well, I’m glad you’re back.” She nodded.

“Thanks. I’m glad to be back.” Spencer nodded. They seemed stare at each other for a million years.

In all reality it was just 5 seconds but she inhaled deeply and looked away, pressing accept on the screen. “You’re all good. See you when you get off?” She asked, sitting back down.

“See you when I get off.” He nodded and walked past the gate when it buzzed open.

She bit her lip and groaned quietly, letting her head fall onto her desk.

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

After saying a shy ‘bye’ to Spencer the night before, she was ready to ask him out. Even if he rejected her, which she assumed he’d do, it would help her move on.

Plenty of people shot their shot but she only had eyes for Spencer Reid.

So, the next morning she sat at her desk like usual. She wore a black pencil skirt and a purple blouse, mostly because she knew it was his favorite because of one of the many short morning conversations they’d had.

She perked up each and every time she hears the badge reader beep but sighed when she realized that it wasn’t him.

“Why are you sighing at me?” A man from the mail room asked.

She rolled her eyes. “Go to work, Paul.” She groaned.

Many people and many sighs later, Spencer finally entered. She smiled at him as he walked up to the desk.

“Good morning, Spencer.” She nodded as he scanned his badge.

He smiled at her. “Good morning, Y/N. How are you today?”

She bit her lip. “I-I’m good.” She paused. “Hey, listen, can I—“

Rrrrrrriiiiiiiinnnnnnnggggggg

She shut her eyes as his phone rang. He sighed. “Sorry give me one second.” She hummed and nodded, watching his walk over to the corner and bring his phone to his ear.

“Hello?”

She pressed her lips into a thin line and tried to look like she wasn’t listening.

“Yeah, I’m free tonight.” Her breath hitched and she looked down at her fidgeting hands.

“Yeah, sure! Okay, I love you too. Bye.”

She bit her lip, feeling her cheeks warm up. She pressed the accept button without looking up and the gate buzzed open. “So, what did you wanna ask me?”

She shook her head, not looking at him. “Uh… never mind. I figured it out.”

He nodded with a smile, seeing her sudden mood change. “See you when I get off, Y/N.” He said.

“Yeah, see ya…” She mumbled not looking up at him.

Spencer furrowed his eyebrows and stepped through the gate, starting his day thinking about why Y/N might have been upset with him.

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Derek, Emily, Spencer and Garcia were all headed out for the night. Y/N smiled at them. “Good night, guys!”

Emily stopped herself from walking any further and spun around. “Hey, do you wanna go out for drinks with us later tonight?” She asked, motioning to her and her colleagues.

She furrowed her eyebrows. “Uh… sure?” She shrugged. “You’re going?” She asked Spencer. He nodded. “But I thought you had plans with your girlfriend.” She spoke, causing everyone to pause and look at him.

Derek furrowed his eyebrows. “What? You have a girl—“

“No, no— I don’t.” Spencer shook his head, looking just as confused. “Where— who told you that?”

Y/N blushed, feeling a little embarrassed. “W-well this morning when you were on the phone… I heard you talking to someone a-and I just assumed… I’m sorry.” She said, looking down.

“It was just my mom, Y/N.” He said stepping forward. He glanced back at his friends. They pretended like they weren’t listening and walked outside.

Y/N felt embarrassed. Her cheeks heated up and her fists closed tightly. “I’m sorry— I just assumed and I shouldn’t have and—“

“It’s okay.” Spencer interrupted her. “Uh, have a good night, okay?” He asked, starting to leave.

She bit her lip. Now. Now.

She inhaled deeply as his hand touched the door to push. “Hey, Spencer?” She called.

He stopped almost immediately. Like he was expecting her to call for him. “Yeah?”

She cleared her throat. “Do you… uh… can— uh nope— okay. I want to go on a date with you.” She nodded, squeezing her eyes shut. “C-can I? Go on a date with you, I mean.”

She pressed her tongue to the bottom of her lip waiting for his rejection.

“Of course.”

She looked up, a smile growing on her lips. “Really?”

He chuckled. “Yeah, really. Y’know since I’m finally free.” He joked.

Y/N giggled. “Okay then.” She nodded. “I’ll Um text you.”

Spencer smiled. “O-or we could just go now.” He shrugged.

She raised her eyebrows. “What about your mom?”

He sighed. “Oh right. Uh… okay I’ll give you my number, okay?” He said, walking forward.

The woman grinned as he reached over the desk, taking a post it note from the stack and grabbing a pen from the cup.

He was finally free.

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

When you don’t know how to end a one-shot, just write the title of it lmao

Anyways, thank you for this wonderful request @dreatine it was great to write! I hope it’s what you had in mind, if not I will happily rewrite it :)

Feel free to send requests through message or asks! Love y’all and I can wait for tomorrow’s post!!!!

[thetriplets3]

hey ! you asked for blurbs so i was thinking what about a blurb for chris were him and the reader are friends and they’ve shared a couple kisses secretly in the last few weeks, but it taking a toll on the both of them being just friends, but maybe reader asks chris to be his girlfriend instead of chris asking :,) i think it’d be really cute <3 thank you

thanks ems for coming through with a request this is terrible i’m rusty i hope this is what you were looking for

to everyone else chris and i look like normal friends who have known each other for years, which is true. but they don’t see the secret kisses or acts of affection that are saved just for us. we’ve never really talked about what we are more than a “we find comfort in each other so be it if that involves physical affection”. we just mutually agreed we love each others presence and love each other (despite not saying it).

chris’ brothers are aware there’s something between us but haven’t said a thing other than sharing knowing glances between each other. they know commitment is something that scares chris and they don’t wanna force or bring up his possible feelings for me, rather let him come to that realization on his own. the four of us laid across the sofa watching our second movie of the night. nick headed to his room about 20 minutes ago to go to bed and matt had fallen asleep on the sofa. i laid curled into chris’ side with my head on his shoulder hearing a soft “you ready to sleep? ‘m tired” and with that we quietly made our way to his room.

after getting ready for bed i crawled under the covers while i waited for chris to finish up. this gave me time to think about something i’ve been wanting to bring up for a while. im too in my head to notice chris has gotten into bed next to me.

“ow chris what was that for?” i yelp as i receive a flick to my arm (chris 100% would flick someone for no reason)

“i called your name and you didn’t hear me so i flicked you and it worked so that’s what you get” i roll my eyes at him and stay quiet debating if i should say anything or if it’ll ruin what we have

“hey what’s going on everything okay?” his tone changes from joking to more serious as he lowers his head to meet my eyes as a hand rubs my back

“uh yeah no i’m i’m good i just- i don’t know. i just don’t want to say the wrong thing” i hesitate with a sigh

“that’s okay take your time nothing you say is wrong”

“i’ve just been thinking about how things are between us and i don’t want this to change how it is but i don’t like not knowing what we are” i meet his eyes trying to gauge any sort of reaction but all i get is him deeply focused and hanging onto my every word. “i know how you feel about commitment and i don’t want to force you if you don’t want it but um how do you feel about me maybe being your girlfriend?” my attention remains unwavering on my lap as i pick at the skin around my nail scared to see his reaction

his hand covers mine stilling them from being picked at. “hey can you look at me please?” i meet his eyes suddenly panicking for putting him in this position.

“you can say no that’s perfectly okay i won’t hold it against you i shouldn’t have said anything”

“are you kidding i was gonna say i’d love for you to be my girlfriend. the last few months have been amazing and i want a lifetime of that with you”

“i love you chris” i mumble into his shoulder as he pulls me into a hug

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[dawn-petrichor-world]

Quiz

Warning: none, I think. Let me know please.

MB stands for Mama Bear, the reader's nickname.

+ 550 words no proofread.

A/N: It's @princessmisery666 fault with her quiz who is your soa boy. 😑

The sound of your voice couldn’t reach him. You called him again and again, but it was like he was deaf and around a minute or two, standing next to him he finally look at you with sadness and horror in his eyes.

- “Hi! Did you know women could feel pain, a week before and a week after their period. And the pain during it, is equivalent to a heart attack for a man. This is awful. You barely have just a few days of peace. It sucks, man.”

- “And did you know that I broke my water several minutes ago, but you were so deeply focused on this magazine you never heard me calling you.”

- “You what?” He tried to understand looking at your belly and noticed you were dry. “Fuck! Babe, you should yell or snatch this stupid magazine instead of watching me. Where are the bags again? Wait here? I’m looking for the keys."

- “Where do you think I could go in my condition?”

- “Don’t panic babe, everything is going to be okay! Where are these stupid keys.” He growled.

You were looking at your Grizzly running and swearing into the house and throwing away pillows, stuff or unfolded clothes laid in the hallway. From time to time he heard some rattling but didn’t realize they were in your hand and you played with.

- “Kenny farted in the car and it’s getting hot even with windows open. Um .. MB? What’s daddy doing?” Asked Ellie, concerned about the mess, in the living room, absent when she left the house approximately ten minutes ago. “Daddy! She has the keys in her hand. Can we go now?”

- “It was funny.” You said, following your stepdaughter.

- “We should've been in the hospital for a while now, why are you playing like kids? Ugh!”

Opie’s head appeared on the frame of the door to understand what was going on, squinted at the keys you rolled between your fingers. He wasn’t amused at all. He snatched them, kissed your forehead and drove to the hospital in silence while you couldn’t stop laughing about how cute and funny and panicked, he was.

Hours later of work and you gave birth to an amazing, beautiful and healthy girl, you could rest but you saw something in your husband’s bag. It took all your attention that time it was you who didn’t hear him coming into the room.

Sure, it was the middle of the night, the kids wanted to stay with you and they were sleeping on a futon, but it was like Opie spawned from nowhere, you bit your lips to hold back a scream.

- “I can’t believe you did that without me!” You showed him the magazine opened on a quiz page and the betrayal in your voice hurt him. “You did it wrong. See, on which planet you are like Freddy Krueger, at least as a tough man you could be Michael Myers.”

- “Really!” He asked disappointed. “I can scare people”

- “Dude! Why do you think I always choose lovely and cute petnames? You’re literally a bear or Chewbacca”.

He climbed on the bed to tingle you, not happy with the comparison but the baby started to cry, time to feed her.

You took her and breastfed her while Opie with a pen and the mag asked you some questions to know which movie serial killer you were.

Thanks for reading it. Hope you like it. My Masterlists .

[kaleidoscopewritings19]

Jason Todd x Reader

Title: “Forever Valentine?” Warnings: None Pairings: Jason Todd and Reader

Prompts used are in bold and credit goes to @novelbear

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Here it was already February 6th, and Jason still hasn’t asked you to be his Valentine. You were sitting at the kitchen table, watching Jason as he was cleaning his guns, and loading them for another night of patrol. Leaning on your elbows, you continued to stare at Jason.

He must’ve felt your gaze on him, because he looked up with an eyebrow raised. “What?” he asked, and you sighed deeply. 

“Nothing.” you said, as took a sip from your glass of water. He continued to watch you, and you turned you attention to the Valentine decorations that you had put up. 

There were cute gnomes on the counter, and so many other Valentines decorations. Jason didn’t seem to mind all of the different shades of pink and red hanging around the apartment. He always said: “As long as you’re happy, I’m happy.” he said.

But he wouldn’t invite any of his guy friends over as long as there were Valentine’s decorations hanging up. “Did you notice the new Valentine’s decor?” you asked, and Jason glanced around the room.

“Yeah. It looks nice, babe. I also noticed the new bed sheets..” he said, and you smiled. “Aren’t they cute?” you asked, and he chuckled. (They we’re a blush pink shade with small, dainty hearts all over them.)

“Um, let’s put it this way. If my friends or any of the criminals I fight on a nightly basis see those sheets, it would tarnish my rep.” he said, and you got up and pressed a kiss to his lips.

“Good thing you and I are the only ones that see them.” 

How were you going to get him to ask you to be his Valentine? You walked over to the counter and brought a candle over to Jason. The name of the candle is “Valentine” and you sat it directly in front of him. “Will you light this for me?” you asked, and he nodded while pulling out a lighter.

“Did you see the name on the candle?” you asked while pointing at the candle. Jason huffed and looked at the candle, “Valentine. It goes with the decor. Good job, baby.” he said as he turned his attention back to his weapons.

Crossing your arms, you pushed the candle to the middle of the kitchen island and walked over to the candy jar. Just yesterday, you went and bought a carton of those candy hearts that had messages printed on them. Opening the jar, you pulled out the hearts that said: BE MINE, VALENTINE, AND I LOVE YOU.

You placed them strategically on a heart shaped plate, and you made sure to put the BE MINE and VALENTINE right next to each other. “Care for a piece of candy?” you asked Jason, as you put the plate in front of him. 

He didn’t look up once, nor did he look at the messages on the candy. Instead, he just picked them up and popped them into his mouth. “Hey! You were supposed to read the messages on them!” 

Jason spit the candy out of his mouth and into the palm of his hand. The pink lettering was smeared because of they were wet, and you sighed. You would have to figure something else out.

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Later that day, you got Jason to sit down and watch a Rom-Com with you. Throughout the whole thing you would sigh, when the main characters would hold hands, or kiss, or go out to a romantic dinner. After the sixtieth sigh, Jason paused the movie and sighed back at you.

“Y/N, babe, what’s wrong? You have sighed seven million times today...” he said, and you moved closer to him and leaned your head on his shoulder.

“Remember all of the decorations I pointed out? Including the bed sheets?” you asked, and he nodded. “And the candle I had you light? Oh, and the candy hearts with the messages on them?” 

Jason nodded again, “Okay, so what does all of that pertain to?” you questioned, and Jason smiled. “Valentine’s Day? What are you getting at?”

“Ugh, Jason! You haven’t asked me to be your Valentine!” You exclaimed as you stood up from the couch. “I thought you’d at least ask me to be your Valentine.” You muttered and Jason stood up and walked over to you.

He started to laugh as the silence lingered, “We’ve been together for three years, I thought that was a given.” He said as he rubbed his hands up and down your arm.

Rolling your eyes, you sighed again. “Jay, I know we have been together for three years. I don’t want to sound like I’m selfish, but I want to be thought of. I want the romance we had when we first started dating to stay.” you said quietly. 

Jason pressed a kiss to your head, “Babe, I’m sorry. I don’t want to feel like there isn’t any romance between us. I do want you to be my Valentine.” he said, and he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Will you be my Valentine, Y/N?” He asked with a smile, and you pressed a kiss to his lips.

Even though you had to throw hints at him, you were happy to be his Valentine. But you were even more shocked that on Valentine’s Day, Jason got down on one knee and asked you: “Will you be my forever Valentine, Y/N Y/L/N?”

And even after the two of you had gotten married, he asked you every year to be your Valentine. He never made you feel unwanted or forgotten, nor did he make you feel bad for telling him how you felt on February 6th. 

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Sorry it was short! I wanted to keep it short and sweet. Thank you for reading!

[thismessymasterpiece]

Annual Problems, Daily Torment

Summary - Neil Perry is so sick and tired of his father calling the shots. Luckily, his lover is more than willing to provide him with a safe space to recover and rest; one where he is not alone, of course!

Neil Perry x GN!Reader (no pronouns used, interpret as you so desire!)

Category - Hurt/Comfort

TW - Mentions of Neil's dad (ew), Neil crying (I hate me too, you are not special <3)

Please let me know if I missed anything!

Contains - Neil crying, Neil's dad (Mister Perry hate club)

Author’s Note - As is consistently the norm, please make no hesitation to leave any comments or to provide me with any and all constructive criticism. This is based on the scene early in the movie when Neil's father comes into his dorm after Neil thought he had left. Enjoy <3

I knew something was wrong the second he walked in the door to my dorm room, no matter how much he protested.

"It's open!" I called upon hearing a soft knock on my door.

Standing straight, having retrieved the dress shirt I was digging through my case to find, I had a full view of my sweet boyfriend, Neil Perry.

"Neil!" I exclaimed, running at him and embracing him in a bone-crushing hug.

"Hi, Y/N," he whispered into my neck, soft breath caressing it in a welcome breeze.

Pulling back so as to see his face properly, I knew something was definitely up.

"What's happened?" I asked immediately, looking imploringly into his eyes.

He paused a moment, eyes darting slightly.

"What do you mean? Nothing's happened," Neil impassioned.

His tight, animatronic smile confirmed my suspicions.

"Neil, you never smile like that unless something bad has happened... normally something to do with your father. When you really smile your mouth opens wide so all your teeth show and your eyes gleam with true joy, it is the sweetest thing I have ever seen... but- this is not that. It's distant and cold, it's automatic and fake, you can almost hear your teeth screaming from all the pressure they are under from baring them and, while you may be a good actor, you know I will always be able to see right through you."

Neil's whole body tensed as much as his smile.

"Neil, honey, please talk to me," I pleaded.

Neil visibly deflated. He took my hand, kicking the door shut quietly behind him, and led me to my bed where he sat and bowed his head. Before long, a warm splotch of water landed on the entwined hands he had focused his eyes on so intently.

"My father... he's- um," Neil did not want to say it out loud, he knew that would make it somehow more true.

"He's making me drop the annual..." he whimpered in misery, "I was supposed to be assistant editor."

"Oh, Neil," I pulled him into a tight embrace.

He pushed away in an unexpected burst of anger.

"No, stop! I'm fine," he protested, wiping under his eyes in a way that he hoped I would not notice. I did.

"Neil, it is more than fine for you not to be fine with this," I reminded him.

"No, it is not!" He cried, head in his hands in frustration, "No, it is not but it does not matter. I do not care, not about any of it!"

Softly, I reached to grab one of his wrists and pulled it away from his face. Slowly, he met my eye.

"I know that you do and I know that you need to drop it. Just because those two things both exist does not mean you have to like it."

Neil knew there was an abundance of truth in this statement.

He pulled me to his chest before kissing my head and mumbling to me atop it.

"I'm sorry I snapped, you didn't deserve that," I could feel heated wetness upon my head and held him tighter, this only seemed to make the waterworks flow more fluidly.

"Hey, it's okay," the fabric of his shirt muffled my comfort, "I know you didn't mean to."

Neil pulled back again to look deeply into my eyes.

"I'm just so tired of trying so hard and still having him controlling my life just because... just because he can!"

"I know, my love, but I have good news for you," I drew circles on his knuckles with my thumb.

"Yeah?" he smiled a real, albeit small, smile at me this time, lost in my eyes, "Yeah? What's that?"

"You don't have to be that way alone," I could feel the warmth permeating from his cheeks when I kissed the tip of his long, pointed nose.

dividers courtesy of the lovely @saradika-graphics and @cafekitsune <3

[korasonata]

I think this is just what my blog is now. Model streams have taken over. Sorry, not sorry. Favourite moments of Joe and Cleo paper model streams part 5! (Featuring a heavily sleep deprived Joe)

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Cleo (talking to her cat): Ok. You have had attention. Are you— are you going to go? *pausing* This is the sort of thing I ask Joe. Umm… *laughing*

Joe: Constantly!

Cleo: *laughing* You’ve had your attention, can you go now?

Joe: Can you just not be here. *both laughing*

—

Cleo: Yeah, I have to start gluing things to other things. Badly. And, uh, realizing where I’ve messed up. Which is EVERYWHERE!

Joe: Uh oh.

Cleo (totally not fine): Its fine. It’s fine. I’m fin— how are you Joe?

—

Joe: It makes about as much sense as anything else I do? So…

Cleo: I mean yeah. I mean, I wasn’t gonna say it cause I’m not rude. But, you know.

*both laughing*

Joe: Now you’re just lying to me!

Cleo: *laughing* WOW!! Joe!! My heart is just hurting! Now.

Joe: Mhm.

Cleo: You can tell can’t you, I’m deeply— intensely wounded by that statement that you just made.

—

Joe: I was gonna say, we’re gonna have to call whatever the British version of an ambulance is.

Cleo: Um, I think— and I could be wrong here, the British equivalent of an ambulance is…an ambulance.

Joe: oh, ok that’s really good to know. Cause like, not that I’m planning on getting injured while I’m over there, but like—

Cleo: I mean, if you carry on talking that way you might.

Joe: I mean if I meet you, then there’s a chance that somethings gonna get shoved in my eye or something.

Cleo: Somethings gonna get taken off.

—

Joe: I mean, they say it’s the shotty carpenter that blames his poor tools, but I mean look at this.

—

Cleo (about her bisexual tags on twitch): Hold on, hold on, I need to explain what “visibility” means to bisexuals. Bisexuals are often— um, hidden in the community. They are often, um, not treated as either part of the gay community and the straight community doesn’t really appreciate them either. So, having visibility for bisexuals is very important. As it is for any other place. Also having those tags on your stream show that you are a safe place for those people to go. So, you know, actually labeling those things is important because it shows people that they are not alone. And not being alone? Really important. (To Joe) Sorry, am getting frustrated.

Joe: As somebody who’s been alone for the last year and a half with this stupid isolation, uh, yeah.

Cleo: Yeah! Being alone and not feeling alone is really important.

Joe: If you need to be explained at this point in the pandemic why feeling alone is not good, like I don’t know what to say.

—

Cleo (reading chat): What’s my favourite minecraft mob? Do people have favourite minecraft mobs?

Joe (very tired): Just say whichever mod’s here. Who’s got a sword *scrolling through Cleo’s chat* umm… yeah it’s AnnaBomBanana. Is everyone’s favourite minecraft mod.

Cleo: …moB.

Joe: …MOB! OH!

Cleo: *continuous laughing*

—

Joe: This is gonna go off of the rails further and further. There’s no— there’s no rails anymore! It’s just, somebody has scrawled “here there be dragons” on the ground.

Cleo: I mean, isn’t that pretty much how you live your life anyway?

Joe (high pitched squealing): It kind of is. *laughing continues*

Cleo: You know. Here there be dragons— Sometimes it’s not dragons. Sometimes you might be lucky.

—

Joe: So, like, one thing you can do is after this project you can build tiny dollhouses. And create like a bedroom for each of your tools. And so the knife can just be in the knife room. In the dollhouse. And it can have a knife day.

SILENCE

Cleo: Umm…I’m gonna pretend like what you said made sense.

—

Cleo: I could have said something really nasty then, but I’m not going to. See? I’m growing as a person Joe.

—

Joe: You know what? Hold on, we’re gonna— we’re gonna— at the point where NJ is concerned about my caffeine intake, I’m gonna go get a red bull and I’m gonna take my headphones off before anybody can tell me otherwise, byeeeeeeeeeeee!!!! Be right back!!!! *leaves*

Cleo (calling after him): Well done Joe! I believe in you! *narrating* She did not in fact believe in Joe, and was very concerned.

—

Cleo: I know when there’s a bad idea. It’s when Joe has made it. Joe has suggested it, that’s— that’s when you know it’s bad.

—

Joe: I know that there are ways to have computers automatically send invites, but that’s a good way, like, I know there’s a saying like, to error is human, but to screw up like a hundred thousand things all at once—

Cleo: That’s the Joe Hills Difference.

—

Cleo: Ugh, I feel like poop today.

Joe (genuine): I’m sorry.

Cleo (tiredly): No, that’s ok…(groggy) I’ll torment you…later…it’ll make me feel better…

Joe (equally as tired): Yay!

—

Joe (about Cleo and Xisuma): But Cleo, you’re the responsible adult in this scenario, so yeah you probably should have some answers.

Cleo: X is almost as old as I am.

SILENCE

Joe: …it’s a maturity gap?

Cleo: *laughing* Is that why I’m here with you?

Joe: …no.

Cleo: *laughing*

Joe: I say very confidently.

—

Joe (teacher voice): Quantum mechanics is a fundamental theory in physics that provides a description of the physical properties of nature at the scale of atoms and subatomic particles—

Cleo: *flipping him off*

Joe (blissfully unaware): Now classical physics! The collection of theories that existed before the advent of quantum mechanics—

Cleo: *trying to ignore him*

Joe (carrying on): Quantum mechanics differs from classical physics in that energy, momentum, angular momentum, and other quantities of a bound system are restricted to discreet values—

Cleo: *fingers drumming impatiently*

Joe (still going): Now! Quantum mechanics arose gradually from theories to explain observations which could not be reconciled with classical physics—

Cleo: *physically going through all 5 stages of grief*

Joe: (insert continuously long string of rambling science here)

Cleo: *mutes Joe*

—

Cleo (responding to her partner in chat): You have the movie poster for Dora the Explorer? Cam, I’m suddenly questioning our relationship now.

Joe: Uh oh.

Cleo: *laughing*

Joe: Yeah, I knew I was gonna get blamed for that eventually.

—

Cleo (frustrated): I’m gonna kill someone. And since the person who made and designed this castle isn’t here…(trailing off) Hi Joe.

Joe (accepted his fate): Hello.

—

Joe: Have you ever officiated a wedding?

Cleo: No I haven’t. Why, do you want me to?

—

Joe: Oh! Oh! I found my cross stitch the other day!

Cleo: Oh cool!

Joe: *rummaging in the background* Yeah, so, I don’t know if you’ve seen this before—

Cleo (excitedly): ShowMeShowMeShowMeShowMe!!!

—

Joe (reading chat): Am I excited for Minecraft Live? Umm…

SILENCE

Joe: You know, so much of life is minecraft, but you know, maybe this is just a step too far. You know? Um, I think Mojang asked if they could and never stopped to ask if they should. Um, you know, I think their decision in particular to clone dinosaurs at the event as part of their Jurrassic Park, uh, map thing that they put out— which, also, it’s not even like the Jurrassic Park movies are really for kids, but here’s— here’s Minecraft with Jurrassic Park in it, and also we’re gonna clone a bunch of dinosaurs for this livestream, it’s like *groaning*. I dunno. I’m dubious. I think it’s gonna backfire. Ya know, there’s like 4 cautionary films about why you don’t clone dinosaurs. And they’re just jumping in feet first. So…but, you know, I’d like to be wrong about this. Maybe it’ll go great.

Cleo: …are you having a moment Joe?

—

Cleo (reading chat): “when the arts and crafts streams become Cleo with a scream mask” I am not X. I am not X, I promise you I’m not X. I just don’t have a face.

Joe: Heh

Cleo: And if I was— hang on I’ll be back in a second.

Joe: …wait, did you just realize that you do have a scream mask?

Cleo: No, I have a better mask. *leaves*

SILENCE

Joe: *watching Cleo’s stream intensely*

—

Cleo: Are we seriously doing guillotine jokes right now? I’m not saying I disapprove, but

Joe: yeah, we say “Giatine”

Cleo: That’s ok, you can be wrong.

Joe: …It’s a french word.

Cleo: And? You’re allowed to be wrong.

Joe: …*deep sigh*

—

Joe: It’s funny too. Because people will tell me that I don’t seem like a very— like, mostly my coworkers. Like, would tell me that I didn’t seem like a particularly emotional person.

Cleo: *bursts out laughing*

—

Joe: Yeah, I feel like I didn’t make a lot of…visible progress today…but…it’s fine…

Cleo: I made progress for both of us Joe.

Joe (tiredly): Thank you Cleo… (resting head against the ring light)

SILENCE

Cleo (tenderly): …You’re welcome.

[captain-jensen]

Good Kisser, Bad Kisser

Chris Evans x Reader (smut)

Summary: You and Chris reminisce about a time when you were co-stars and things get heated

Authors note: I’ve seen comments about Chris possibly being a bad kisser based on watching him in movies and it inspired me

Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex (don’t be dumb),smut, manhandling kink, tiny bit of degradation, oral (m+f recieving),

        After grabbing a bottle of your favourite wine and some thai food you stand knocking on Chris’ front door. The door flings open and there he stands in a simple pair of sweats and a hoodie. “Finally! I’m starving, give me that” he rips the food out of your hands and makes a run for it towards the kitchen island. 

“Hi Chris! Good to see you too, it’s been a while” You say to yourself slightly annoyed that he hadn’t even thought to greet you. Nevertheless, you make your way inside and open your wine. After handing you a plate and a fork Chris pulls you into a tight hug. 

“Hey Y/N, it has been a while and I’ve missed you” He says, insinuating that he heard your sly comment at the door. You just giggle a bit and hug him back just as tightly. You guys separate and make your plates, opting to eat at the table. “So, how was filming?” he asks.

“It was good, nothing super special if I’m being honest though. The cast and crew were kind of boring and I didn’t even make any new friends” You respond forlornly. 

“Awe that’s the worst. To be fair though, I think I set the bar too high in terms of fun co-stars” He says with a cocky grin. 

“Well you’re not entirely wrong. I think you were the last real friend I’ve made on a set”

“It’s probably because I was the best kisser you’ve ever acted with” He claims, obviously deciding to stick with the prideful theme of jokes tonight. You can’t help but burst out laughing at this claim. Sure he wasn’t a horrible kisser but he wasn’t exactly the best either. Chris watches in bewilderment. “I’m sorry, did I say something funny?” he asks in mock exasperation. 

“Chris c’mon” you say through your de-escalating laughter. 

“No, what? What was so funny?”

“I just thought you were joking”

“Oh so you’re saying I wasn’t a good kisser?” 

“I mean I don’t really know about best but I’m not saying you were terrible” You try to defend yourself. 

“Well I guess that was a while ago. I mean we were in our 20s then. We’ve both changed a lot”

“Yeah you’re probably right. I’m sorry for laughing. I know I probably wasn’t the best either” you say. Now feeling bad because you might have actually hurt his feelings. 

“I don’t know. I thought you were pretty good” he responds shyly, not taking his eyes off of his food. 

“Well now I just feel bad” You say laughing.

“You don’t have to feel bad. I know for a fact I’ve gotten better since then”

“Well good for you then” you respond humorously.

“It’s just too bad that that’s your memory of me” he almost sounds actually sad. 

“It’s ok. I’m not exactly friends with you for your kissing ability. So it’s all good”

“It’s not all good. Let me show you that I’ve gotten better” He proposes.

“Um, what?” you ask taken aback. 

“Let me prove to you that I’m a good kisser now” he says again matter of factly. Clearly not understanding what has you so worked up. 

“Chris I’m not that worried about it believe me. I’m fine with the memory I have.” you say, trying to see if he was serious about this. 

“Well I’m not ok with it.” He definitely sounds serious. He stands up and walks toward you. He motions for you to stand, and despite your brains best efforts, your body obeys. He’s already standing so close to you, chest to chest. You apprehensively look up to him and see he’s already staring at you attentively. You glance at his lips quickly, and as soon as your eyes meet his again, his lips make contact with yours. This is undeniably a much different kiss than the one you had shared when you were basically kids. His lips move fervently across yours as he tilts his head and grabs the side of your face, deepening the kiss intensely. You can’t prevent the small whine that escapes the back of your throat, just like he can’t control the tightness of his sweats. He presses into you more, letting you feel every inch of him. Your hands move from their place on his arms to wind around the back of his neck. Grabbing the little hairs at the back of his head you subconsciously give a little tug and he groans deeply into your mouth, making your legs quiver. He guides you to the couch by your waist and sits you on his lap. You can feel his hands everywhere, roaming your body while his heat seeps into you and his mouth explores your chest. You moan and instinctively grind into his center. He rids you of your shirt and you do the same to him. His lips are around one of your nipples, one hand one one breast, and the other hand on your backside, gripping tightly. It’s like he’s scared you could be ripped from his arms as any second. You kiss behind his ear, finding his sweet spot making him release a guttural moan that shakes you to your core. After hearing that you’re sure he can feel your arousal seeping through your pants into his lap. It’s then though that you pull away to ask “Chris are you sure? I mean, you aren’t just trying to prove a point right?”.

“Baby I’ve honestly been thinking about this moment all these years”, he leans in close to your ear so you can feel his breath against your ear, making a shiver run down your spine. “I’ve always dreamt about how you’d feel against me like this, how I’d feel inside of you, how I’d feel tasting you”, in the midst of his beautiful speech, he catches you off guard and flips you on the couch so that you’re slightly angled off the couch. He kneels on the ground as he kisses his way down your body slowly. When he reaches the waistband of your pants he plants a dark mark on your skin, claiming you. He leaves trails of smaller marks down your thighs as he works your pants off. The slight bruising feeling of his bites matched with the roughness of his beard makes for a downright sinful feeling, matched by a sinful moan. He works his way back up your bare legs to your naked center. Placing small pecks mixed with small licks to your core he makes you a whimpering mess before he fully delves into your folds. He’s drinking you like a man who has been deprived of water his whole life. When he introduces a couple of fingers into your throbbing hole you fully lose it, coming undone within a matter of minutes. 

   Since you’ve fully turned into jelly around him, he effortlessly carries you to the bedroom, all but throwing you on the mattress. “Sorry to break it to you, but playtime is over now honey” you shudder at his words. You watch helplessly as he rids himself of his remaining clothes. As he goes to grab a condom, you stop him. “Just wait” You say, practically begging to taste him on your tongue. You pull yourself to a sitting position on the bed as he stands tall at the edge, already almost fully hard. You grab his length and stroke it a few times before giving him the same treatment of a small kiss at his tip and small licks to the underside of his shaft. His breathing becomes laboured as he watches you in awe when you take him into your mouth fully for the first time. You relax your throat and breath through your nose as you feel him hit the back of your throat. When you hollow your cheeks and moan around him he lets out a beautiful and deep moan. You work him for bit longer with a combination of your hand and mouth before he’s ripping you off of his cock and throwing you back on the bed. You gasp as your back hits the sheets but then you’re quickly being flipped over onto your stomach and he pulls your hips up. He’s working you like a doll, and you’ve never loved anything more. You feel him press himself against your back and say sensually but still firmly in your ear “I said playtime is over” you feel him rub his tip up and down your folds, collecting your arousal on his tip before he enters you. He wastes no time fully sheathing himself inside of you. He gives you but a second to adjust to him before his thrusting into you at an easy pace. Feeling every inch of him enter you again and again at such an agonizing speed starts to get to you and he notices you moving yourself against his shaft. “I had no idea you were so greedy baby. You’re having a hard time being patient aren’t you?” he asks in a demeaning tone. All you can do is mutter a pathetic little “please” while still trying to up the ante. He gets the hint and decides to give you what you want. Chris starts to move at a speed unlike anything you’ve had before. You’re certain your eyes roll to the back of your head while he pounds you endlessly into the mattress. You barely have the power to say “I’m cumming” by the time the wave hits you. All you can do is mix your obscene moan with the slapping and wet noises coming from between your bodies. Not long after hearing you and feeling you clench around him, Chris spills inside you with a groan of your name, which is almost enough to throw you again. He collapses onto your back, trying with all his might to keep his weight on his arms. You both stay like that for a second, with heaving breaths, sweaty skin, and rosy cheeks. When he finally exits you, you turn around to face him one his back. His one arm covers his eyes as he gives a light giggle and says “We completely forgot the condom”.

“Well technically you forgot the condom. But it’s ok, I’m on birth control” you slyly respond. 

“Well thank god for that, because I don’t think I could have stopped if the fate of the world depended on it” you both let out a chuckle as he pulls you into his side. “So?” he asks gazing down at you with post-orgasm bliss.

“So what?” you ask, still trying to gain back the ability to think straight.

“Have I gotten better at kissing?”

“Yeah, you could say that” You respond nonchalantly, peaking at him through one eye. 

“Well I’ve got all the time in the world to keep proving it to you” He says before getting up to get a cloth to clean you both up. As you watch him walk away you can’t help but think about what the rest of your nights are going to look like now. 

[tuiccim]

Arrangements and Relationships

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader & Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 2.8K     Warnings: Major Angst, Fluff

A/N: This is for the HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club​​ Drunk Drabbles / Divider by @whimsicalrogers​

You sat on your bed in tears. It was as you danced with Steve that night at Tony’s party that you had watched over his shoulder as Bucky had left with another woman. Technically, he had every right. The two of you weren't a couple. You had been sleeping together for seven months and you were desperately in love with him, but he had told you many times he didn’t want a relationship. He never told you why, but he insisted that what was going on between the two of you stay casual. You had agreed but, stupidly, you had fallen for him and watching him take another woman to his bed hurt. You knew he probably had before but he had never done it in front of you. 

So, here you sat, heartbroken and berating yourself. You made up your mind as the tears fell. Your relationship with Bucky is over. You can’t do it anymore. It was too painful to be in love with someone who didn’t love you back. You got in the shower to wash away the night and the evidence of your tears. Taking a long look at yourself in the mirror, you square your shoulders and remind yourself that you’re an Avenger, a strong woman, and better than how he’s treating you. With those things in your mind, you head towards your bed to find Bucky stretched out on it waiting for you. 

Bucky gives you a sexy grin, “Hi Doll.”

“What are you doing here?” You say, shocked. 

Bucky smirks and stands up, “I wanted to see you.”

“You wanted to fuck me.” You cross your arms. 

Bucky pauses for a second but then makes his way over to you, “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t want to do this anymore, Bucky.”

“I didn’t sleep with her, Doll.” Bucky shrugs. 

“Because you backed out or she did?” You raise your eyebrow. 

“Doll…”

“Exactly. I can’t do this anymore.”

“Why not? Because I thought about sleeping with someone else?” Bucky mocks.

“Because I love you and…” you shake your head at the stupidity of admitting that, “And I’m nothing but a fuck to you.”

“That’s not true. You’re my friend and my teammate. But you knew, you knew when we started this I didn’t want a relationship.” Bucky says. 

“I did. I went into this eyes wide open but it hurts too much now. Like you said, this isn’t a relationship, it’s not like I’m breaking up with you. It's an arrangement, and I'm ending it.”

“Doll, come on, this is ridiculous. Nothing happened!” Bucky grouses. 

“Bucky,” you take a deep breath, “I’m not mad. I’m hurt but that’s not your fault. I’m not blaming you, but I can’t. I can’t do this to myself anymore. I deserve better. I want to be with someone who loves me and you have made it very clear that you don’t. And that you won’t. So, it’s time for this to end. Okay?” 

“I don’t want to end this.” Bucky says. 

Your heart leaps for a moment before you force yourself to pull it back, “Why?”

“I thought we were having a good time.” Bucky says. 

“We were but I’m not anymore.” The exasperation comes out in your tone. 

“Why not? It’s not like you don’t come multiple times when we fuck.” Bucky seethes. 

“Because I don’t want someone who just wants to fuck me and leave.” You shout. Bucky looks at you angrily and you force yourself to take a calming breath. “Look, I want a relationship and you don’t. I want to be with someone who wants to stay the whole night and talk about our day and… and… and love me. Really love me” You walk to your door and open it, “Goodbye, Bucky.”

Bucky walks to the door but, before going out, he looks at you, really looks at you, and he sees the hurt he’s caused. It hurts his heart a little knowing he caused it. He never wanted to hurt you and in a way he did love you. “Can… can I kiss you one last time?” He asks quietly. You lick your lips and nod. He brings his hands up to your neck and caresses your jaw before bringing his lips to yours. He kisses you deeply and you kiss him back putting all the emotion and love you felt for him into it. When he pulls back he looks at you tenderly and whispers, “Bye, Doll.”

You close the door behind him and slide to the floor, “Bye, Love.” You whisper before the sobs wrack your body. 

--

The first couple of months were rough. Especially when Bucky started dating or, more accurately, sleeping around. It wasn’t uncommon for him to have two or three different dates a week. Then he began dating one of the lab techs named Cara. At first, it ate at you. He hadn’t wanted a relationship but suddenly he was in one. It was after you got to know Cara a little bit that you realized how sweet she was. She was intelligent, kind, and gentle. It was impossible to dislike her and you found a small part of yourself hoping that Bucky had found what he needed. 

It was at that point you realized you had gotten over Bucky. It had taken months, but you understood, finally, that you couldn’t give each other what you needed. You had spent the time focused on work, missions and training. Steve had begun to look to you for tactical planning and mission reports. You were working more closely with him and training together daily. You became his second for missions more often than not and eventually that bled into your personal lives. The two of you began to lean on each other. You were there for him when Sharon broke their relationship off to take a job in Europe and he brought popcorn and old movies when your dates didn’t work out. He had become your best friend and confidante. You had even admitted to him what happened between you and Bucky. He had comforted you and never once judged you. You were happy and everything (except your love life) was going well. 

Well, everything was going well until your latest mission. It had just been you and Steve on this one. You were in the middle of nowhere Minnesota, in below freezing weather, chasing down a Hydra operative. Unfortunately, the idiot decided to off himself with cyanide once cornered. You had rolled your eyes as he had hissed his final words, “Hail Hydra.”

“Original,” you mock him. 

“Damnit.” Steve says from behind you. 

“Language, Cap.” You joked at him. He had a worse mouth than just about anyone, but you never liked to pass a chance to poke fun at him. 

“Stupid motherfucker!” Steve shouts.

“You better be talking about him.” You needle Steve, who rolls his eyes at your smirk. “Let’s head back to the truck.”

“Race you?” Steve grins. 

You playfully kick him in the butt while laughing. He can outrun you easily and knows it. 

“Hey!” Steve laughs and puts you in a loose headlock. You put your arms around his waist and hug him to you quickly. 

“Yeah, it’s a good thing you can outrun me cause I could totally kick your ass.” 

“Haha. Get in the truck, psycho.” Steve’s nickname for you makes you roll your eyes. 

“Sure thing, nutcake.” You throw back at him. 

It’s late in the afternoon and you head to one of the local motels as your exfil wasn’t scheduled until the next day. Surprisingly,  the parking lot is nearly full. Steve comes out from the office and drives the truck to one of the few remaining parking spots.

“Apparently, there’s an ice fishing tournament and everything is booked up. There, uh, was a cancellation, so we got the only room available.” Steve says. 

“Okay.” You shrug wondering why Steve is acting so squirrely. Grabbing your backpack, you jump out of the truck and follow Steve to the door. You notice a little plaque next to the door reading Honeymoon Suite in swirling letters. You let out a bark of a laugh. “So, the only room left was the honeymoon suite? Oh, man, I can’t wait to see this.”

Steve tries to hide his blush but you could see it a mile away, “Yeah. Sorry.”

“Hurry up. I’m freezing.”

“Yeah, sorry.” Steve says again and pushes the door open. He lets you enter first and you take in the room as you throw your bag on the beige loveseat near the entrance. The room is actually nicer than you expected. The king sized bed is covered in a dark green comforter and white sheets. The walls are painted a serene cream color. There’s a heart shaped jacuzzi tub in one corner of the room which makes you giggle. Thankfully, there is also a shower in the bathroom. A large television takes up most of the room on the dresser against one wall. 

“This isn’t too bad. Did they say what time the diner closes?” You ask. 

“Nine. Why don’t I go pick us up some food and you can get a shower?” Steve offers.

“That would be amazing.”

“Burger and fries?”

“Yes. And um…” you hedge.

“Pie?” Steve smirks. 

“You know my weakness for diner pie.” You say with your hand over your heart. 

Steve grins at you, “Go take a shower.”

“You’re the best, Rogers!” You shout as you grab your bag and shut the bathroom door. 

A few hours later you’re stretched out on the bed while Steve lounges on the loveseat. You had found the movie Ever After on the television and had forced him to watch the retelling of Cinderella with you while you both scarfed down burgers and pie. 

“Mmmm, happy endings. I love them!” You say as you stretch your muscles from sitting in one position too long. “Did it bore you to death?”

“No, it was cute. I liked it.” Steve yawns. 

“Ready to hit the hay?” You get up to brush your teeth. 

“Yeah. I’ll sleep on the couch.” Steve says.

“Steve. That couch is too small for me to even sleep on. You’ll sleep in the bed. It’ll be fine.” 

“You sure?” 

“It’s not like we haven’t laid in bed and watched movies together before. Not a big deal to sleep in the same one.” You roll your eyes. 

When you're done in the bathroom, you and Steve switch places and you curl up on one side of the bed. Steve glances at you nervously as he gets in the bed next to you and lays on his back stiffly. You stop yourself from giggling, but your smile can’t be contained. 

“What?” Steve breaks a small smile when he looks over at you. 

“You scared I’m gonna attack you are something? Steal your virtue?” You release the giggle you’ve been holding in. 

“No.” Steve rolls to face you. “I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“You don’t, Stevie. I think I’m more comfortable with you than I’ve ever been with anyone.”

“I’m glad.”

“Me, too,” you whisper as you lean over to kiss his cheek but Steve turns his head and your lips meet unexpectedly. You pull back quickly and stare at him in shock. You look into his big blue eyes and realize why none of your dates ever seem to work out. None of them are Steve. None of them can compare in the slightest to the man now staring at you with his feelings written all over his face. “Steve?”

“I love you.” He says firmly, leaving no room for doubt. You do the only thing you can, you kiss him. His mouth melds to your and he pulls you against him. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you open to him and he explores your mouth with his tongue. 

When Steve pulls back he sees the tears in your eyes but you smile at him, “I love you, too, Stevie.”

--

A few weeks had passed since that fateful night with Steve. While you hadn’t announced you were dating, you didn’t hide it either. Everyone knew and you were excited for Tony’s party tonight. Steve and you would be making your first official appearance as a couple. You had just put the finishing touches on your ensemble when Steve knocked. 

“Come on in, Love. I’m ready.” You turn towards the door excited to see Steve’s reaction to your dress only to find Bucky standing there. “Oh. Sorry, I was expecting Steve.”

“You look gorgeous, doll.” Bucky says quietly as he shuts the door. 

“Thanks. I’m sure Cara will look beautiful as always.” You smile nervously. 

“We broke up.” 

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t know.”

“Yeah. Last week.” Bucky shrugs. 

“I’m sorry to hear that. Are you okay?” You ask.

“Yeah. She, uh, she said I wasn’t in love with her. She said I wasn’t over you.”

“Why would she say that? We were never a couple.” You stare at Bucky in confusion.

“I told her about us. About how we were before.”

“Oh, but-”

“And she was right, Doll. I’m not over you. I miss you so much. I’m so sorry about before. I was scared and I didn't know how to handle it. I love you. I love you so much. Please tell me it’s not too late.” Bucky looks at you desperately. 

“Bucky… I, I don’t. I’m sorry, I don’t feel that way about you. I love Steve. I’m happier than I’ve ever been because of him.”

“Doll, you could be happy with me. Please. I know I messed up. I know I hurt you, but I love you. Please-”

“Bucky! No. Stop this. I’m sorry. I don’t want to hurt you, but I don’t love you anymore. I’m so sorry to hurt you, but Steve is the love of my life. Nothing and no one could ever compel me to give him up.” You say firmly. 

Bucky’s face hardens suddenly, “Then I’m sorry, too, but I’m going to have to tell him about us. Doubt he’ll still want you when he finds out he’s getting sloppy seconds.”

You look at Bucky sadly, knowing he’s lashing out because he’s hurt. “That should tell you how little you really know me or ever knew me if you really think I went into this relationship without him knowing. He knows about our history, Bucky, and he loves me anyway.”

“My best friend? Of everyone, it had to be him?” Bucky’s voice cracks. 

“We didn’t plan it, Bucky. We were colleagues and then friends and then… we fell in love. And we’re happy. I want that for you too, Bucky, but it’s not with me. We weren’t meant to be.” You smile to yourself, “I never knew I could love someone as much as I love Steve. I hope you can find that.” You hug Bucky tightly. “You’re a good man, Bucky. You’ll find someone. Someone you’ll love more than you ever thought you could.”

Bucky hugs you tightly to him but lets go when you pull back. You smile at him sadly and he nods before walking towards the door. He turns back with his hand on the knob, “If he hurts you, I’ll kill him.” 

You smile and nod your head as Bucky opens the door. He stops short face to face with Steve, who is standing on your threshold. The two men stare at each other for a moment before Steve holds his hand out. Bucky shakes Steve’s hand and nods, “Be good to her.”

“I will be. Always.” Steve says. He closes the door after Bucky leaves. 

“Hey Love.” You smile at him and start to move towards him when he holds a hand up to stop you. Your stomach drops at the gesture. 

“Stop there. Now turn for me.” Steve’s mouth quirks as he says it. You do a slow turn to show off your dress. “Gorgeous. Come here, sweetheart.” He envelopes you in his arms and you breathe deeply of his scent. 

“How much did you hear?” 

“Pretty much all of it I think.” Steve pulls back to look at you, “You’re the love of my life, too.”

“I love you. More than I ever knew I could love someone.”

“Wanna skip the party and spend the night in bed?” Steve bobs his eyebrows at you making you giggle. 

“Yes, but Tony would probably bust up in here and drag us to the party half-dressed,” you laugh. “Let’s go make our appearance, dance a little, and then you can bring me back here and show me exactly how much you love me.”

“Mmm, I like your plan.” Steve grins as he kisses you. 

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[just-dreaming-marvel]

My Superhero

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Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1,500ish

Summary: You and Steve’s relationship is fairly new, so you haven’t told him everything yet.

Notes: I did a Tony Stark one about chronic illness called Invisible Pain. I wanted to do a Steve Rogers one as well.

Feeling completely well on any given day was a luxury. It never really mattered what medicine, diet, or amount of essential oil you put on, your joints hurt. End of story. Of course, it wasn’t completely random. You had Rheumatoid Arthritis, so there was a reason for it. You just sometimes wished that your arthritis was located in specific joints instead of all of them.

You were currently in your apartment getting ready for your fifth date with none other than Captain America’s, Steve Rogers. He was suppose to pick you up in a little more than an hour and, yet, you still couldn’t get out of your pj’s to shower. Your shoulders were causing you excruciating pain. Trying to take your shirt off was bringing you to tears, each try more unsuccessful than the next. 

You were at a loss of what to do. You had yet to inform Steve about your chronic illness due to past experiences. Every other man you had dated, or tried to, quickly left you in the dust after finding out that you would forever be sick and that it would slowly get worse with age. So you had told yourself that you would tell Steve once you were official, even though there was still a chance of heartbreak even then. You just wanted to enjoy this while it lasted.

Steve was so sweet, kind, and gentle towards you. You two had met after he accidentally walked into you about two months ago on the side walk. This was only your five date in that span of time due to the missions he was constantly being called on. Though, the two of you texted or talked on the phone whenever you could.

You were currently sitting on the edge of your bed, staring at the typed up message just waiting to be sent. At this point, canceling the date was your only option. You couldn’t change and you had already maxed out on drugs for the night. You sighed, a tear strolling down your cheek, as you pressed sent.

You: Hey, Steve :) I’m so sorry to do this to you at such late of notice, but something’s come up and I won’t be able to make it today. Sorry :( Can we reschedule?

It didn’t take long for Steve to respond.

Steve: hey doll :) is everything okay? 

You: Yeah, I’m just not feeling the greatest. But I’ll be fine after some much needed rest. How does next Friday sound?

Steve: Next Friday sounds wonderful. But are you sure you’re okay? Do you need anything? I could come over and we could stay in for the night. Order food and watch one of the movies I’ve yet to catch up on.

This man was too good to you. Almost too perfect. But you were too scared. You didn’t want to lose him just yet. You were enjoying it too much to be hurt already.

You: I’ll be fine, Steve. I just need some rest. You should probably get some too. I’ll talk to you later.

He didn’t respond. You sighed, laying back on your bed, tensing at the pain in your joints. You closed your eyes, trying to will your pain away, to no avail. Apparently, you had slightly fallen asleep because when a few knocks sounded at your door, you jumped up. Immediately regretting it because of the pain that shot through your joints.

Confused, dazed, and in pain, you shuffled over to the door. You didn’t even bother checking the peep hole before opening the door. Your jaw practically dropped to the floor at the sight in front of you. There was Steve, standing there in sweatpants and sweat shirt, your favorite flowers in one hand and two boxes of pizza in the other.

“Steve?” You questioned quietly, willingly yourself to stay put instead of run away embarrassed. You knew you didn’t look your best. “What—what are you doing here?”

“I came to check on you,” he responded with a gentle smile. “Can’t have my best girl feeling unwell now, can I?”

“Steve,” you shook your head, “you really didn’t—“

“Of course I did. Now, are you going to let me in or do I have to let myself in?”

Biting your lip, you opened the door wider, letting him walk in. Steve went straight to the kitchen, setting the pizzas down on the counter. 

“Do you have a vase?” He asked, looking around. “For the flowers?”

“Under the sink,” you responded. “Um… I’m going to change.” You pointed over your shoulder, immediately regretting it and grimacing.

“Y/N, is something wrong?” His concerned eyes raked over you.

“No, nothings wrong. I just need to change. I-I haven’t gotten out of these all day.”

The look in his blue eyes told you all you needed to know, he didn’t believe you. You turned around as quickly as you could. You could feel his eyes following you as you disappeared into your room. You slowly pulled down your pj pants, holding in a cry as you did. Pulling up clean sweats was easier, thankfully. It was the new shirt, you knew would be the killer.

Taking a deep breath, you grabbed the hem of your shirt and tried to pull it over your head. Failing to conceal the whimpered cry that left your lips, you heard Steve’s quick footsteps stop at your door.

“Y/N?” He called outside the door. “Are you okay?”

“Y-yeah,” you responded, clearly your throat. “I’m fi-fine.”

“Are you sure? Do… do you, uh, need help?”

“No! I’ll be right out.”

Steve didn’t move from his spot outside your bedroom door. In fact, he leaned in, pressing his ear to the door. He could hear you breathing deeply, like you were trying to calm down. Which concerned him. You had told him that you hadn’t been feeling well, but you looked like you were fine. So what was going on? He waited, keeping quiet at your door. 

Inside, you were still trying to get your shirt off. You were riding it up, but you couldn’t get it past your breasts. You let out a louder cry, finally breaking. Steve couldn’t wait any longer, he came in to see you in tears on your bed.

“Oh, doll,” he cooed, heart breaking at the sight of you. He rushed over and sat beside you on the bed. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m… I’m so sorry, St-steve,” you cried. “I didn’t want you to find out like this… honestly, I hoped you would never find out.”

“Find out about what?” 

He went to put an arm around you, to pull you into him. But when he put his hand on your shoulder, you winced and let out a small whine. His hand quickly was off your shoulder and the furrow between his brows increased.

“Y/N? What’s going on?”

“I… I… I’m sick.”

“Like, with the flu? Or… or worse?”

“I guess, you could say, something in between.” You looked at Steve to see him intently listening. “I… I have arthritis. Rheumatoid Arthritis. It’s where, well… my body is attacking its own tissue and joints. Even… even my internal organs. As I age, it will slowly get worse. Possible bone erosion and joint deformity… It’s painful, but I’ve been able to manage it. I still have good days and bad. Today… today’s—“

“A bad day. Why didn’t you tell me before?”

“Because all the other guys I’ve dated have left me after finding out. I… I like what we have. And I don’t want to lose it. But… but I’ll understand if this is too much for you.” You looked down at the hands resting in your lap. “It is for everyone else.”

“Y/N… can you look at me, doll?” He carefully guided your head back up. “I am so extremely sorry that others have been so stupid. They obviously don’t know what they’re missing out on. And I guess that makes me lucky, cause now I get to know you and get to fall in love with you.”

“You’re… you’re falling in love with me?”

Steve nodded. “Yes. And I would like the opportunity to keep doing so, if you’ll have me?”

“Of course. Will you… will— you still want to date me?”

“The fact that you go through life every day, trying your hardest and pushing yourself, even though you don’t have to. That only makes me fall more in love with you.” He gently cupped your cheek. “You’re a real superhero.”

You giggled. “No, I’m just—“

“My superhero. You’re my superhero.” He pressed a short kiss to your lips. “Thank you,” he whispered, “for telling me. Please know that you don’t have to hide from me. I really don’t want you to. I want to help you in any way I can.”

“Thank you, Steve.” 

He gave you another kiss. “Now, how about we eat the probably cold pizza and watch anything you want?”

“I’d like that.”

I have Rheumatoid Arthritis, but I would like to remind people that everyone who has it suffers from it differently. This story is based off of my own personal pain and struggles. I go through most days pushing through the pain that is constantly there without most people realizing. And I know that I’m not the only one.

Remember, everyone is going through unseen challenges. Please be kind to everyone you interact with/come across. 

Comments, likes, reblogs, and asks are always welcome!

[ahtsumu]

vignettes from a simple and good life ; miya osamu

pairing: miya osamu x f!reader

synopsis: a year in review.

tag(s): fluff ; warning(s): profanity, suggestive themes, kinda bad but i tried LOL ; wc: 1.3k

a/n: happy birthday to @bbytetsu​ ​! ik i said i wouldn’t write anything but i’m a woman of my own word. also sorry this isn’t geto LOL. anyway this is kinda different from anything i’ve ever done but i hope you like it! love u

1.

he walks past you and suddenly the world’s aflame.

“um,” you stutter, turning around with wide eyes. “excuse me?”

cool grey irises hold your gaze expectantly.

he’s gorgeous.

“i–” you falter. there’s no way you can describe the feeling that made you turn around. the gravitational pull that sometimes occurs between strangers. perhaps the clever tugging of two red strings. separate melodies that converge at whim on a concord. it’s all so abstract, but that’s what you’re good at.

to your surprise, he just smiles. “same.”

2.

learning miya osamu is like learning to whistle: either you get it or you don’t.

you get it.

you get that he’s not at all the serious, stony-faced man he makes himself out as. that he’s hot-headed and petty but doesn’t want to be. that just because he’s not laughing doesn’t mean he’s not amused.

miya osamu is the dead of night and all the mischief that happens during it.

3.

seven a.m. is too early. osamu isn’t sure how he used to get up even earlier for morning practice, but then he remembers that that was when he loved volleyball. either way, it’s seven a.m. and for some god-forsaken reason, miya osamu is going on a hike.

(god-forsaken is a bit dramatic. it’s not all that bad – he’s just grumpy in the morning. actually, to think of it, it’s not bad at all…)

“one cappuccino," he tells the barista. and then his eyes widen. smiling, he adds, “and a matcha latte, please.”

4.

it dawns upon you in the passenger seat of his car.

“what?” he asks, feeling your eyes on him as he drives.

“… nothing.”

“tell me,” he laughs, squeezing your hand with his free one.

“later,” you promise, feeling giddy with realization.

osamu hums, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

5.

the light from his laptop illuminates osamu’s darkened bedroom, bathing both of you in a subtle blue glow. osamu looks down at your body tucked into his side and smiles. he whispers your name. “are you awake?”

there’s no reply – just the steady stream of your shallow breaths.

maybe you hadn’t meant to fall asleep in the middle of your movie night but now that you have, osamu doesn’t have the heart to wake you. it’s late, it’s still a little cold outside at night, and it’s not like you’re busy tomorrow morning…

and maybe he doesn’t want you to go. carefully, osamu shifts around to make you both comfortable, slings an arm over your waist, and closes his eyes.

you wake up to the smell of breakfast and the swingy tune of twenties jazz.

6.

how do you know it’s love?

you tell him that he feels like a soft blanket and a rollercoaster ride at the same time.

he laughs and grabs your hand, placing it on his chest right where his heart is.

“that’s how i know,” he says.

7.

when you step into his apartment, the first thing you notice is the mouthwatering scent floating out of the kitchen.

“babe?” you call out.

a muffled “kitchen!” reaches your ears.

the kitchen’s a mess of ingredients. and in the middle of the mess is your boyfriend. lo and behold, miya osamu is yet again experimenting with new recipes for onigiri miya, mixing potential fillings in a large metal bowl, wearing the “kiss the chef” apron you bought him a while back. he takes a bite of the stuff on his spoon and looks up at the ceiling in thought. not a single muscle in his face twitches, probably because he isn’t sure what to think of it.

you clear your throat. “hey, you.”

smiling, osamu spins around. “hi, angel. can you taste this and tell me whatcha think?” he spoons out some more of the mixture in the bowl, holding it out for you to try.

“sure,” you say, and you ignore the spoon, pressing your lips to osamu’s for a kiss instead. when you pull away, you lick your lips and hum. “needs more salt.”

the grin on his face is absolutely charmed. “i thought so, too.”

8.

what most people get wrong about miya osamu is that he doesn’t talk much.

he does.

(“and i told her she had the wrong place, but that woman just wouldn’t leave,” he complains, pacing around your living room with so much force that you think you might have to check on the rug once he’s gone. “held up the entire line, too. so embarrassin’. and then she said she’d leave us a one-star review, which is ridiculous because it’s not like i could make her a burrito, right? jesus. so i told her to go fu–”

“babe,” you laugh, pulling him gently towards the sofa.

osamu sits down beside you and inhales deeply. “so i tell her to go fuck herself–” he pauses when your hand runs through his jet black hair. seconds later, you feel his firm body melt against your arms.

“well, go on,” you say with a giggle. “what happened after?”)

osamu just doesn’t talk to most people.

9.

and when he isn’t talking, he’s thinking.

“i saw something funny earlier. if you were a tortured poet,” you ask on the walk home, “what would be the cringey quote people know you for?”

osamu raises his brows and looks up at the sky. “hmm,” he says, grinning. the two of you continue walking as he mulls over your question. a few minutes later, he says, “take not my silence for a lack of thought. i am always thinking. i am haunted by the magnitude of thoughts i can never put to spoken word.”

you stop in your tracks. “that was actually good,” you say in disbelief. “what the hell? ‘magnitude’? seriously?”

he shrugs and slings an arm over your shoulder. “i’ve been readin’ lately. forbes said somethin’ about good leaders readin’ books’.”

“are you actually haunted, though? ‘cause you can always tal–”

“no,” osamu laughs. “i like my thoughts. and if i really like ‘em, i just say ‘em. it’s a simple and good life.”

10.

“you’re beautiful,” he breathes, pressing kisses up your neck.

the air’s thick with tension and want and he needs to be closer – he needs every inch of your bare skin touching his and even then that wouldn’t be close enough.

but it’d be a great place to start.

“god, you’re so beautiful.”

11.

when he steps into your bedroom, you don't even notice.

“hey,” osamu says, knocking on the door.

jumping in your seat, you whip your head around to face the intruder. “you scared me,” you sigh.

“i texted you this morning and it’s almost midnight now,” he says, frowning. “had me worried.” osamu walks to your desk and observes your work over your shoulder.

“i’m sorry,” you apologize, tilting your head back against his chest. “this is due soon and i lost track of time. i’ve been at this since midnight last night.”

osamu’s frown deepens. “what?” he spins you around in your chair and studies your face with disbelief. but seeing the bags under your eyes and frazzled hair, he suddenly completely believes you. of course you’d procrastinate for days and then work yourself to the bone.

his firm hands find your shoulders and squeeze. “take a break.”

“‘samu–”

“or at least let me give you a little massage.”

12.

“when i stopped you in the street,” you say, “what was going through your mind?”

osamu laughs, the light sound melting into the mellow atmosphere of the restaurant. “nothing. absolutely nothing.”

“how romantic.”

“for the first time in my life,” he says, grey eyes twinkling, “my head went silent.”

he raises his glass of wine and takes a sip.

[goldentournesol]

Christmas Miracles

(Spencer Reid x fem!Reader)

The one where Spencer and Reader finally get pregnant after 2 years of trying and failing.

Length: 3.2k

A/N: TW pregnancy, thank you for requesting this anon, so sorry this is late, i know you asked for fluff but i added a touch of angst too because: hello, have you met me? also please accept my feeble attempt at a Christmas fic. i sure do hope no one goes through my search history now haha, anyway ENJOY! (sorry if this is crappy) It is officially Christmas where I live so MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY!

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The click clack of her heels against the tiled floor of the hospital almost seemed too loud. She felt as though her presence was too much, but she had promised Kristy she’d be there. It almost felt unreal. Here she was, celebrating the birth of yet another Simmons baby when not a single Reid had been conceived. It might have been selfish of her to have such thoughts, but she couldn’t help it. Not when the one thing she and her husband had been praying for day and night came so easily to everyone but them.

It’s been two years since their wedding and for two years she’d felt nothing but the impending feeling of failure hanging around her shoulders. All she wanted was to give Spencer what he deserved, she knew how much he wanted kids. He didn’t even have to say it, it was evident in the way he treated Henry, Michael, and all the other children of the BAU. 

She’d left her job as soon as Spencer texted her and said she’d meet them at the hospital. She took a deep breath before locating the familiar faces of the BAU in the waiting room.

“Hey!” JJ smiled, racing to hug her first.

“Hi, any news?” Y/N asked, pulling away from the hug and looking for her husband among the faces, smiling in recognition. She spotted him in a chair, adorning a hoodie that was much too large for him with “Washington DC” printed in bold letters across the front.

“No, not yet.” Spencer reached his hand out to her and she stepped towards him, smiling as he stood to embrace her. She pulled back once again and looked at his hoodie in amusement.

“Do I want to know what happened?” She giggled, gesturing towards his outfit. He laughed bashfully.

“I, um, had an...incident with the sprinklers at the park.” She watched as his cheeks turned an adorable shade of pink. She laughed and nodded.

“Alright then.” She took a seat beside him and forced the lump in her throat to break itself apart. But Spencer knew how she felt, of course he knew. Which is why he offered both his hand and shoulder to her as they waited. She gladly accepted both, wishing the heaviness in her chest would dissipate.

About a half hour later, Matt emerged from one of the rooms, announcing the birth of his baby girl. Everyone swarmed around him to give him celebratory hugs, Y/N felt as though someone had to unglue her from her seat. She smiled as wide as her face would allow and hugged him.

“Congratulations!” She exclaimed, trying her hardest not to make it sound forced.

“Thank you, thank you all.” He said, inviting them all into the room, where the wailing  of a newborn baby could be heard. To many it could sound annoying, but Y/N was almost desperate to hear it. Before entering, Spencer grabbed her hand gently and stopped them in their tracks, reaching out to cradle both her hands in his.

“You okay? We can leave now if you want, just say you had an emergency at work or something.” He said quietly to her, knowing how it would make her feel if she were to see this baby right now. He never wanted to push her too far. He could see the uncertainty swimming around in her irises, but his wife was never one to back down from anything she’d promised someone else.

“I’ll be fine, Spence. I promised Kristy.” She whispered and he nodded, although he felt something was off in the pit of his stomach. He brushed it off as she pulled him into the room after her. Her eyes landed on Kristy cradling her baby girl and her heart melted at the sight.

“Oh, she’s beautiful, Kristy.” Y/N cooed, momentarily forgetting about the heaviness in her chest as the baby’s tiny eyes curiously wandered over to her.

“Thank you, Y/N. Would you like to hold her first?” Kristy smiled tiredly and everyone’s gaze fell onto Y/N, an unreadable tension silently floating in the room.

“I-I’d be honored.” She let go of Spencer who watched as his wife carefully scooped up the baby into her arms. His heart swallowed his chest from its swelling. He could barely control the softness in his gaze before Matt came up next to him and grabbed his shoulder, making him smile. The way she carried the baby with so much compassion was a sure sign for Spencer, this woman was meant to be a mother. The mother of his children.

Y/N grinned with slight tears in her eyes as she stared at the baby in her arms, “Hi, baby girl. You’re so beautiful.” She cooed softly as she swayed them slowly from side to side. The baby quieted down in her arms and it was a wonderful sight to see. Spencer’s heart was surely beating its last beats.

“Oh, she loves you already.” Emily said from the far side of the room. The comfortable weight of the baby in her arms had suddenly turned into 7.8 pounds of complete and utter dread. She had allowed herself to think that it was her own child for a split second. 

What a huge mistake. 

A tear escaped Y/N’s eye as she realized she’d have to part with this beautiful gift of life. She forced a smile and handed her back to her mother carefully. No one noticed the shift in Y/N’s mood, too enthralled by the baby, except Spencer, of course. She quickly wiped away the stay tear as she took her place next to Spencer, who had tried to take her hand in his, but she pulled away just in time. He breathed a heavy sigh as she silently fell apart right next to him.

After a few moments of failing to keep herself from falling apart in front of the team, she tugged on his sleeve harshly and he knew he’d have to excuse them. So he did, they said their farewells and were on their way to her car. She handed him the keys silently and avoided his gaze until they were in the car together.

“Sweetheart…” Spencer started, reaching out to caress any part of her, only wanting to provide a semblance of comfort.

“Please--please, don’t, Spencer.” She whimpered softly as she shrunk away from him and into the passenger seat, the tears falling freely now. Spencer frowned deeply and began driving them home in silence.

She wondered if she’d ever have the opportunity to be in Kristy’s shoes. All she wanted, as of right now, was to be a mother. The universe had been so, so unkind to them both throughout their lives. God knows Spencer’s been through hell and back more times than they can count. Despite all that though, Spencer was truly the best support system she could ask for. He never pushed her too far, he always understood her, never made her feel bad for not being able to get pregnant. But that didn’t take away from the way she felt. The way she felt like she was failing Spencer. The one thing her body was made for, and she couldn’t do it. 

Spencer walked them both up to their apartment and put on the kettle to make some tea as she disappeared into their bedroom, probably to take a shower. For months and months, they’d been trying, and nothing seemed to work. It was taking a toll on Y/N and he couldn’t help but feel useless.

It went on this way for about a month, although Spencer and Y/N were getting much better about talking about it, as well as beginning to explore other options. Spencer kept convincing Y/N to get out of the house more, he insisted that perhaps time apart and engagement of individual activities would strengthen their relationship. So Penelope suggested a girls night in at least once a week. They would order junk food, watch sappy movies, and sometimes cry about their lives.

One night, all the women and spouses of the BAU were at Penelope’s, watching a movie and munching on crunchy snacks. Y/N suddenly sat up straight and gasped, pausing the movie quickly from the remote.

“What is it?” Tara asked, looking over at Y/N on the couch.

“What day is it?” She asked, slightly panicked.

“It’s...Saturday?” Emily replied.

“No, no! What day of the month?” She exclaimed, searching for her phone in between the couch seats.

“It’s the 12th, why? Is it someone’s birthday?” Penelope asked, confusion settling in.

“The 12th?!” Y/N exclaimed in shock.

“Y/N, what’s on the 12th?” JJ asked impatiently.

“I’m late! I’m 2 weeks late. Let me check first.” Y/N pulled up her phone and checked her period tracking app. The women all glanced at each other excitedly, “I’m late…”

“OKAY! Stay here, do not move. JJ and I will go get you a bunch of tests! Don’t move!” Penelope exclaimed, rushing up to put on a coat over her pajamas and slip on some shoes.

Y/N stood and began to wring her hands nervously.

“What’s wrong, isn’t this great news?” Kristy asked, her face showing concern.

“Yes! Yes, of course. Just...what if it’s n-not real, what if it’s negative? I-I don’t think I can handle that again.” Y/N said as her eyes filled with tears. Her heart seemed to have stilled in her chest and her throat began closing up in response to her anxiety.

“Even if that happens, we’re right here. We’ll be supporting you through it all.” Tara said, standing and hugging her tightly. The second she was in her arms, she began sobbing. The slightest comfort brought waves of fear and anxiety. Emily and Kristy frowned and felt their chests pull at the sight of her being so upset. Tara smoothed down her hair lovingly and convinced her to have a seat until Pen and JJ returned.

A few moments later, they came bursting through the door, “Alright, did you drink enough liquids, do you have to pee?” JJ asked, unpacking and handing her the tests.

“Umm, I don’t know but I’ve been peeing a lot anyway.” Y/N replied and JJ nodded.

“Okay, that’s a good sign.” Kristy nodded encouragingly.

Y/N moved to the bathroom and took the tests. She opened the door slightly and looked towards Penelope, “Can you come in? I-I’m too scared to look at it alone.”

“Of course.” She stepped in and Y/N left the door open for anyone else to come in. Soon they all gathered in or outside of the bathroom. Y/N sat on the closed toilet and wrung her hands nervously, a habit she’d picked up from Spencer. Penelope waited the appropriate amount of time and looked at the tests that were face down on the counter. She looked towards Y/N for approval and she nodded, holding her breath. She wasn’t a profiler but she was trying to read every single microexpression that crossed Penelope’s features. The room was heavy with anticipation as they all watched Penelope look at the tests.

Soon enough, her face broke out into a large grin, “Guess we’re getting a baby genius!” She exclaimed and everyone cheered loudly in response. 

Y/N was frozen in shock on the toilet as everyone rushed to embrace her, “W-what?” She uttered in disbelief, tears clouding her vision quickly.

“They’re all positive! A baby Reid is in the oven!” Emily cheered, showing her the tests. She put a hand to her mouth to slow down the sobs escaping her. She hugged them all tightly and she knew, she just knew that this happened thanks to the sheer powerful energy of all the women by her side. The thought gave her goosebumps.

“Oh my God! I have to tell Spencer!” Y/N shouted in the midst of all her tears, just imagining the pure joy that would be on her husband’s face as he learned the news.

“If you leave now, you’ll make it before he gets home from Derek’s.” JJ said, checking her watch. Y/N nodded and raced out with the tests, putting on her shoes quickly.

“I love you all so much! Bye!” She yelled into the room before darting out the door.

She stopped by the grocery store to pick up some buns, an empty box, and a pair of the cutest baby sneakers she could find. As soon as she got home, she filled the box with the sneakers and the positive tests. She also placed a single bun in the oven and waited for Spencer to come home.

“Y/N, you here already? I saw the car parked downstairs--is everything oka--” he cut himself off as he found her in the kitchen holding something behind her back. His eyebrows raised suspiciously as he eyed her, “What’s going on? What are you up to?” He couldn’t resist smiling at her smile, the previous anxieties melting away.

“Check the oven, baby.” She said, leaning against the counter across from it. His brows furrowed even more as he peeked inside.

“I don’t get it. The oven’s not hot and this is likely a store-bought bun.” Spencer Reid, despite being a certified genius, he could be extremely oblivious at times.

“Yes, and where is it placed?” Y/N hinted.

“In the oven?” Spencer reached in and grabbed the bun. He turned around to face her, the bun in his hands.

“Yes, exactly! It’s a bun in the oven.” She laughed, giving up. She watched as his face lit up in realization.

“Wait...what?” Spencer said softly in disbelief, placing the bun down on the counter and taking a few steps towards her.

She grinned and pulled out the box from behind her and opened it up in front of him. He took it from her and inspected the test and the shoes with a dropped jaw, “W-we...you’re--” He laughed a wet laugh and placed his hands on her belly, “We’re gonna have a baby?” His voice cracked, tears clouding his eyes quickly.

“We’re gonna have a baby.” She confirmed and he pulled her into possibly the tightest hug she’d ever received from him. His shoulders began shaking in her arms and soon they were sobbing messes in front of each other. She rested her head on his chest and he kissed it over and over again until they both calmed down.

“I’m gonna be a father.” He finally said, smiling down at her with a dopey, lovesick smile.

She nodded, returning the smile, “The best father. Now come on, let’s have a seat and start planning.” She giggled, pulling him out of the kitchen and to the couch.

“You know, it’s thought that the saying bun in the oven originated in 1951.” He began explaining and she suddenly burst into a fit of fond giggles, hoping their child would get his intelligence and definitely his good looks.

At exactly 10 weeks, Spencer insisted that she get her first ultrasound. She didn’t mind, she just wanted him to be there, and with his hectic schedule, it was hard to find a perfect time to go. But alas, they figured it out and Spencer was practically bouncing on his feet in excitement in the waiting room. Y/N placed a calming hand on his knee and smiled reassuringly. They took turns calming each other down. Even though Spencer had read every book about parenting and children within reach, he still felt so unprepared as a first time parent.

“Mr. and Mrs. Reid? The doctor is ready for you now.” A nurse with a clipboard announced, making Spencer shoot up out of his seat and helped his wife out of hers.

Soon, they made it into the office and before she knew it the doctor had already spread the icy cold gel on Y/N’s growing belly. A steady, repetitive noise could be heard throughout the room, bouncing off the walls. It sounded like an underwater heartbeat with a tad of something sloshing around.

“Oh, do we hear that? That’s the sound of the baby’s heart-Oh! What do we have here?” The doctor announced as she maneuvered her way on top of her belly.

“What is it?” Spencer anxiously asked, peering over at the screen.

“It seems as though there are two amniotic sacs as well as two healthy heartbeats! Congratulations, you’re having twins!” The doctor exclaimed happily. The couple stared at each other in an absolute stunned daze.

“Twins?” Y/N had to make sure she was hearing it correctly.

“Yes, a pair of healthy twins.” The doctor confirmed.

“That’s...th-that’s only a 4% chance. This is amazing!” Spencer uttered, hugging her tightly.

Over the course of the next six months, Spencer and Y/N have been living on the absolute tips of their toes. Y/N was extremely clingy at times and Spencer was terrified of leaving her, should he be called in for a case. As the twins’ due date nears, Spencer turns into a shell of himself and instead a home for festering anxiety and fear. He’s terrified something might go wrong. Whereas Y/N could not wait for the babies to be out of her! The day couldn’t come sooner.

Thankfully, serial killers all over the country had decided to take a break for Christmas time. Spencer, Y/N, and her belly were invited to every gathering leading up to Christmas eve. She wished she wouldn’t have to waddle along for much longer.

As the two sat in peaceful silence, listening to instrumental versions of their favorite Christmas music and munching on gingerbread men, something felt off.

“Uhhh, Spence?”

“What is it, sweetheart?” Spencer asked, sitting up, failing to notice the large pool of liquid now under his wife soaking the couch.

“My water just broke.” She announced, feeling her breath quicken.

“Oh-OH!” Spencer shot up from the couch and quickly grabbed the hospital go bag that’s been living by the door for the past few weeks. He put on a pair of shoes for her and carefully helped her off the couch.

“Spencer, it’s Christmas eve, we’ll never find a place in the hospital!” Y/N panicked slightly as she waddled to the door, trying to control her breathing.

“Shh, baby don’t worry about that right now. I just need you to do the breathing exercises we practiced so much, okay?” He said calmly, doing her breathing exercises, prompting her to imitate him. He surprised her by being so calm and composed all the way to the hospital then she remembered he’d once told her that he finds he does his best work under intense pressure.

20 grueling hours later, two beautiful baby girl Reids were born into this world on Christmas day. It truly was a Christmas miracle. The team filed in on Christmas day to find one exhausted Spencer standing and an even more exhausted Y/N on the bed, each cradling a baby girl of their own.

“Oh my, oh, they’re so beautiful.” Penelope gushed, her and JJ leaning over Y/N’s bed to peer at one of the girls. Luke, Tara, and Emily walked towards Spencer, who could not stop grinning. 

Seriously, his face should have been split in half at this point from how much he’d been smiling. There was no one else in this world he’d rather have a child with, and he was blessed with not one, but two enchanting Christmas miracles who will surely steal his heart and never return it, and he’ll be more than okay with that.

[dailydaydreamings]

Best in the Worst Way, Chapter 14

The Reader has been having a love affair with two Avengers and gets caught in a sticky situation. She’s suddenly faced with life decisions she’s not prepared for, including who to love, what she wants, and is this all worth it?

Okay okay, warning. This one got away from me (18+). Also, as always, I outdid myself on the swearing. It’s a little shorter, but for a reason. Thank you to all the responses! Enjoy this part :)

You have this memory in your head.

You’re not sure when it happened, it must have been early in your relationship though, because Steve and Bucky weren’t living with you yet.

The morning starts off so beautifully slow. Dawn breaks and your room fills with soft light. It was one of the few mornings you didn’t have to set an alarm.

You wake to feel slow, sloppy kisses up your naked back. You moan, curling back against Bucky. You feel the slow prodding of Steve’s fingers as he teases you awake.

You moan again, still not sure if you’re dreaming. “Good morning.”

Bucky grinds himself against your rear. You can feel Steve sliding himself over your entrance. You gasp, clutching at the sheets, desperation hitting you hard and fast. It doesn’t matter they kept you up all night. You wanted them both now.

“Please,” you murmur, leaning forward to wrap a leg around Steve. “Oh, please, please, please.”

Bucky’s stubble tickles that sensitive spot on your neck and you jerk backwards into his embrace. “So polite in the morning,” he bites at your ear. “But not very specific. Use your words baby, please what?”

His hands slide up to grasp your breasts. Steve moans in front of you, gripping your hips, but still not giving you what you want. Your hips buck faster, more erratically, hoping he can just slip in.

“Stop it, Steve,” Bucky grunts.

Steve practically whines but does as he’s told.

“No,” you keep moving on him, desperate now for some friction. “Please.”

“Please, what?” Bucky’s tongue licks the inside of your ear.

“Please,” your eyes roll to the back of your head. “Please fuck me.”

Bucky chuckles darkly, tweaking a nipple, “How should we fuck you, hm?”

You bit your lip, “I want both of you. To fuck me, just like this.”

Bucky bite on your ear lobe, “All you had to do was ask, baby.” And with almost no warning, he, already lubed, slides into you from behind.

“Oh!” You gasp, needing a second to adjust to the suddenness.

Steve leans forward, sucking on that spot to help you relax. In half a second you’re moaning and begging for more again. Steve grabs your leg, wrapping it around himself and enters you slower, more gently.

You moan deeply, your head falling back against Bucky’s shoulder.

“How does she feel, Steve?” Bucky asks, his hand stroking up and down your side.

Steve only moans in response. The sound causing you to drag your nails down his back. You reach back to grip the back of Bucky’s neck, withering between them. Steve sets the pace, grinding into you, sending you back into Bucky, who pushes you forward again.

Steve’s mouth comes down to your neck and that’s it, you’re release rockets through you thanks to the extreme pleasure of the two of them inside of you.

Their lazy, morning pace continues. They get two more out of you before the three of you are left gasping, clutching to each other for air. You could die right now, right here, and you would be perfectly happy, you realize.

Steve kisses the top of your head as he rolls away, asking if you want pancakes or French toast. Bucky kisses your cheek, saying he’s going to run out to your favourite coffee shop.

The rest of the day was just as perfect. You eat breakfast, you drag the boys to the beach. Bucky refuses to go in the water and Steve gets a wicked sunburn, but they fall asleep tangled together in the sand while you read your book. It starts to rain at some point, just misting. It wakes them up and as you reach the boardwalk, it starts to pour.

You take cover in an ice cream shop, with the most ridiculous flavours. Between the three of you, nearly all of them were tried much to the dismay of the shop owner, but then you each bought a giant cone.

The rain didn’t let up, and the air conditioning plus your wet clothing made it unbearable after a while. You make a break for the car and Bucky blasts the heat, while you sit there waiting for the rain to stop.

You head home, have dinner, and someone mentions that there’s a late showing of a new movie, you’ll make it if you leave now. You run to the car, and miss the previews, but you sit between your boys, happy as can be. Even if the three of you fell asleep and had to be woken up the usher when it was over.

It was one of the happiest days of your life. There was no work, no missions, no stress. Just the three of you. You could just be.

It is a moment you search for when things feel impossible. When you want to throw something at Steve. When Bucky forgets something and you feel like you’re losing parts of him. The perfect day. Even with the sunburns, the sand caking your bodies, the wet clothes in your car, the wasted movie ticket. None of it mattered, except for the people around you. Because it was also the day you realized you loved them.

It’s what you remind yourself of as you drive to the hospital as another contraction hits. Your stomach tightens painfully and your whole body goes rigid.

You cry out, your hand grasping the arm rest with a death grip. The pain would be worth it. The babies would be here soon. It’ll all be fine. Totally fucking fine. But holy fuck it hurt.

“Can you go any fucking slower?” You look over at Bucky. He, for the record, looks about ready to pass out but is still in better shape than Steve.

“I swear this is the only day ever there is traffic,” Bucky mumbles. He wasn’t wrong, the drive normally took less than twenty minutes. They’d already been driving for thirty.

Steve rubs your shoulders from the backseat, “Isn’t there that festival downtown today?”

You turn in your seat, swatting Steve’s hands away, “That would have been helpful before we left, you—”

You cut yourself off as another contraction hits. You brace your hands against the door. Holy shit this hurt.

“They’re really close together,” Steve mumbles.

“Thank you for your fucking observation,” you pant. Holy shit they were. Your head lulls back against the seat. You just needed a moment, just one second to breathe. Please.

Bucky’s hand comes to pet your leg, “You’re doing great, baby. Almost there.”

“I’m never fucking doing this again,” you mumble, wanting to curl into a ball as you can already feel another one coming.

You expected the pain, but this was too much too fast. There was no time to adjust. No break between contractions.

“I feel like I need to push,” you gasped as the last one finished. There was a new pressure. You’d always wondered what women meant when they said they needed to push and this was it.

“It’s way too early,” Steve rubs your shoulders again. “You’re hours away.”

You barely manage a moan, reaching back to grab his hand, desperate for some contact now. “I’m not joking. I really feel like I need to push.”

Bucky shot you a look, “We’re two minutes out. You’re not having these babies in the car.”

You groan. The longest two minutes of your life later, you’re pulling up. Steve is out, calling for a wheelchair before helping you to your feet. You lean against him, pressing your face into the crook of his neck.

A nurse comes running out, helping you into your chair, “How are we doing, mama?” She asks.

You shake your head, bracing yourself through another contraction. When it eases, you gasp, “I feel like I need to push.”

She shoots Steve a look, “How long has she been in labour?”

“About an hour and a half?” They’d guesstimated it. Your contractions really hadn’t been painful or consistent until you started dinner.

She shakes her head, starting to wheel you inside, “You’ve got hours to go before that, don’t worry hon.”

You grip the arm rests like a vice. You were not going to be able to handle hours more of this. If this wasn’t time to push, you weren’t looking forward to what it was going to feel like. The pressure was insane.

Bucky jogged up beside you as you were wheeled up to admitting.

“Are you the father?” The nurse asks.

“Yes.” Both boys answer in unison.

She looks up in surprise, but waves you all in. They help you into a gown, into bed.

Dr Lawrence waltzes in, “I was not hoping to see you three for a couple more weeks. How are you, y/n?”

Not well. The pressure you were feeling was becoming unbearable. You grasp the sheets, your teeth clench together as you grind out, “I’m telling you all, I need to push.”

Dr Lawrence shakes her head, “You have hours to go. I was going to have my student do your first look, is that okay?”

“Fuck, fine,” you cover your eyes with your hand. “I want an epidural. And soon.”

Dr Lawrence shakes her head, “We’ll let you labour for a while. It’ll only slow things down now.”

“Oh fuck me,” you murmur, pressing a hand to you eyes.

Bucky kisses the top of your head, “You’re doing great.”

Steve squeezes your other hand, “We just want what’s best, baby, it’ll be over before you know it.” You wanted to smack him in the face. No, the groin.

You life your legs into the stirrups as the student takes a look. You feel some pressure as they check your dilation and then, “Um, Dr Lawrence...”

Your head shoots up, “What’s wrong?”

Steve and Bucky are on either side of you, their hands tighten on yours.

Dr Lawrence practically shoved the student out of the way, “Let me see...” Her eyes widen, “Oh, you do need to push.”

You straighten, “What?”

She looks up at you from between your legs, “You’re ten centimetres dilated. I can see the first baby’s head. It’s coming right now.”

You frantically look between your boys, terror rocketing through you, “I want the epidural. Now.”

Dr Lawrence shakes her head, “oh, it’s too late for that now.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

Bucky squeezes your hand, “You’ll be fine, baby.”

Steve leans forward to kiss your forehead, “You’ve got this, baby.”

“Oh the next contraction, you need to push,” Dr Lawrence commands.

Well fuck.

And you push. And push. And push.

You fall back against the bed. Gasping. Your whole body on fire.

“One more push!”

You wanted to shake your head, to turn away and cry. But the contraction built up and you screamed as you pushed. Hard.

And then the first baby is out. You grasp your boys hands to your chest as you wait for a cry. It’s too early, it’s only thirty-two weeks. You know that they might not cry, they might go straight to the ICU, but—

A wail fills the room.

You let go of their hands, desperately reaching for your baby.

“It’s a boy!” Dr Lawrence places the baby against your chest.

“Oh,” you gasp. “Hello.”

Your perfect, perfect baby boy. Who is still crying, but you wrap your arms around him, holding him close.

“Oh my god,” Bucky mumbles, reaching out to touch his cheek. His perfect little cheek.

Steve kisses the top of your head, “Good job, baby.”

You can’t keep your eyes off of him, you can feel your whole body trembling. The whole ordeal isn’t over, but he’s so perfect.

“I love you so much, Henry,” you murmur, as the nurse reaches out to take him from your arms.

“Okay, good job, y/n,” Dr Lawrence says, “One more to go.”

And you push. And push.

Nothing happens. This is harder than the first time. You collapse backward, gasping for air.

“Can we get some oxygen for her please,” Dr Lawrence’s voice cuts through the room, and a mask is fitted over your nose. “Okay, one more push.”

You push again. And again. And again. You flop against the bed. Your head is spinning, and no baby yet.

“Come on, one more push,” Steve kisses the top of your head.

You can only shake your head, you can’t even tell him you can’t. You can’t do this. Your body is failing you. The ones thing it is supposed to do, you can’t do.

“Damn it, prepare for a c-section,” Dr Lawrence calls out.

“What?” You hear Steve gasp.

“The last baby isn’t coming,” Dr Lawrence’s voice is beginning to sound very far away. “Y/n stats are dropping and so is the baby’s. We need to get the baby out now.”

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[artificialqueens]

Masters of the Scene, Chapter 7 (Bitney Parent Trap AU) - Veronica

A/N: I know we’re not supposed to play favorites, but I think this chapter is mine. I think it’s actually the emotional core of the story (in every version, including the original novel and both movies). Thanks as always to angel on earth @tumble4rpdr for the beta help. XOXO

Click here for prequels and previous chapters, or here if you’d rather read on AO3. 

Chapter Summary: Adore faces her biggest fear, and Courtney’s reaction is the last thing she expects. 

***

“Wait...what?!” 

Danny closed his eyes, hating the look of absolute devastation on his sister’s face, hating even more that he was the one who put it there. He nodded slightly. 

“She told me today. And then Fame showed up tonight and she’s got like...an actual ring. I couldn’t believe it.” 

“Well...you...you have to do something! You have to break them up!” Adore cried, desperation edging into her voice. 

“How would I do that?” 

“Be a cunt! Make her see that if she stays with Mama, her life will always be miserable!” 

“Adore…” Danny didn’t know how to put it into words, how guilty Bianca had made him feel when he’d thrown his little tantrum. 

“Please, Dan…” Adore’s hazel eyes were a mirror of his own, filled with tears. 

“I think you better tell Mum what’s going on. Get her here, this week. I know you wanted two weeks, but I think-” 

“Okay.” 

It was a testament to how defeated Adore must be, the way she agreed so quickly. 

“It’ll be better once you get here.” 

“Yeah, maybe.” Adore looked down. 

“They’re um...planning to have a little engagement party this weekend. So maybe-”

“They’re already having an engagement party?!” Adore’s head snapped back up. 

“Yeah, I guess they think-” 

“Whatever. This is so stupid,” Adore sniffled. 

“Yeah, but if you can just get Mum here by Saturday…” 

Adore nodded, wiping her eyes. 

“I would tell Mama first if you wanted, but I think with how busy things are, she’d probably just stick me on a plane, so-” 

“No, you’re right. It’s better this way.” 

“Do you know what you’re gonna say?” Danny asked. 

“No.” 

“Are you okay?” he followed up gently. 

“No.” 

But before he could say anything else, offer any words of comfort, Adore’s face disappeared from his screen. Maybe it was for the best; he had no idea what to say anyway. 

***

Adore knocked on Courtney’s bedroom door, shifting nervously, trying to hold back tears. It took a minute, but Courtney soon answered, worry creasing her brow, probably because of how late it was. 

“Danny! Are you alright, precious? Are you sick?” She reached forward to feel her forehead, and Adore eluded her grasp. 

“I have to tell you something.” 

“Okay. Come in, love.” Courtney guided her to the bed, sitting down beside her. “What is it?” 

“Well…” Adore took a deep, shaky breath. Her eyes still stung with tears, and fear swirled around inside of her. How would Courtney react to this? Would she be angry? Would she yell? After experiencing how deeply and profoundly Courtney clearly loved her brother, Adore didn’t think she could handle being the one who disappointed her yet again. And even though it was based in a lie, Adore had been relishing the new closeness with her mum that she’d experienced as Danny—the idea of losing that, of going back to their old dynamic, made her just miserable. “I…” 

Words failed her, voice breaking as she tried to hold in a sob. 

“Tell me what’s wrong, my love.” Courtney took one of her hands and held it gently, and all Adore wanted was to cling to her for dear life. 

“I c-can’t.” 

“Of course you can. You can tell me anything.” Courtney put a finger under Adore’s chin and turned her face upwards. She tried her best at a jovial tone, saying, “Remember, you’re my favorite son.” 

“But that’s…” Tears spilled down Adore’s cheeks. “That’s the problem. I’m not your son. I’m your daughter.”

Courtney’s eyes widened as a look of realization dawned across her face. And for a split second, Adore thought she understood. But then, she cupped her face and said, “Oh, Danny...I love you so much. I always will. No matter what gender you are-”

“Ugh, no!” Adore pushed her hands away. Of course Courtney would think that was what was going on. She’d fucked this up royally. Now, instead of the perfect trans child she could relate to, she was going to have to deal with the troublemaking brat that always frustrated her. “You don’t get it! I’m not Danny!” 

“Oh, I’m sorry, darling. What would you like me to call you?”

Adore closed her eyes. If tears weren’t pouring down her cheeks, she might have laughed at the utter absurdity of her situation. “Jesus fucking Christ,” she muttered, too exhausted to keep up with the farce. 

There was a moment of silence, then another, Courtney staring at her with that same loving concern, which slowly melted into confusion, her brow furrowing. And then-

“...Adore?”

“Yeah.” Adore nodded, fresh tears blurring her vision, voice quivering as she asked, “Are you mad?” 

“No, just...a bit confused. How...are you here?” Courtney asked, taking Adore’s hands once again. A good sign, maybe, but Adore knew she wasn’t out of the woods yet. 

“We switched. After camp.” 

“Okay. But...but why, darling? You know you can always come here. If you wanted to visit, I’d have been happy to-” 

“I just...wanted to know what it would feel like. To have you love me the way you love Danny,” she admitted, voice still shaky and pitiful, shame coursing through her. “And-and not just love me, because you have to, but to like me.”

Courtney’s mouth fell open, and as a fresh round of sobs shook Adore’s shoulders, her mum gathered her into her arms, rocking her gently, face buried in her hair. Adore finally let it all out, crying her eyes out, not realizing until her sobs began to subside that Courtney was crying, too. 

She sniffled, wiping her eyes on Courtney’s pajama top, finally hearing the words Courtney whispered to her: My love, my light, my sweet baby girl.

Was it possible? Had Courtney really loved her this much all along? If so, why was everything so fucked up between them? 

“Come with me,” Courtney said, wiping her eyes and pulling Adore to her feet. “I want to show you something.” 

She took Adore’s hand and led her from the bedroom into her adjacent office, where she opened up a cabinet and pulled out a bunch of boxes, then set them down on the rug. 

“Do you remember, when you were little, how I used to send you letters?” Courtney asked, and Adore nodded, a bit confused. 

The letters used to come every week—long and detailed, filled with pictures, going on and on about things happening with her and Danny, random facts and stories. Adore remembered dreading the envelopes, the thought of having to read three whole pages (or more) of Courtney’s scrawled handwriting. Adore had a hard time reading, especially when she was younger--yet another reason that she was inferior to Danny, who was always a perfect student, who liked to go to bookstores and libraries as a treat. Anyway, she’d thrown a couple of fits over the letters, and after that, they started to slow down. Only short little notes here and there, usually written on the back of postcards in big block letters. 

“Yeah, I remember.” 

“Well, your Mama and I agreed that the letters were a bit overwhelming for you. And so I stopped sending them. But...but I didn’t stop writing them.” 

She knelt down and opened one of the boxes, gesturing for Adore to peer inside. Adore’s eyes bulged, seeing the piles of fat multicolored envelopes, packets and packets of them held together by rubber bands. 

“Holy shit…” Adore whispered, reaching out to touch one of them. She plunked herself on the rug beside Courtney. “This is all for me?” 

Courtney reached out and cupped her cheek. 

“I never stop thinking about you, Adore. Or missing you. Or wishing that we were...closer.” Courtney bit her lip, green eyes still glassy. One tear slipped down her cheek. “I do love Danny with all my heart, but that has never meant that I love you any less. You’re my baby too, just like him. And I like you too, just as much as him.”

"Why?" Adore couldn't help asking, unable to believe her.

"Why? So many reasons! You're funny and charming and creative, and independent and confident and talented and beautiful, and honestly...everything I wish I could have been when I was your age."

Adore looked back down at the boxes, the years and years of proof of Courtney’s love. But if Courtney really loved her this much, then...

“So then it’s my fault?” Adore asked, voice breaking. 

“What?” 

“The reason we...the reason we’re not close. It’s my fault?” Adore’s lip quivered, stomach twisting with guilt. 

“No! Oh darling, no!” Courtney shook her head, pulling Adore back into her lap. She took a deep breath, voice sounding soft and a little shaky as she said, “It’s not your fault. It’s just this situation, it’s-” 

“It’s not fair.” 

“You’re right.” Courtney pressed a kiss to Adore’s forehead. “You’re totally, completely right. It’s very much not fair.” 

“Mum?” 

Courtney lifted her head, a smile pulling at her lips. “Yes, love?” 

“Do we have to switch back, like right away?” Adore asked, voice hoarse from crying. “If we could just have a few days-” 

“Of course we can have a few days,” Courtney said, squeezing her tightly. “I would love a few days with my girl more than anything in the world.” 

***

“Yeah, but you know what they’re wondering now, don’t you?” 

“Why you left, Geri!” Courtney exclaimed, and Adore laughed. They’d had an amazing day: the morning spent together in the garden, lunch at the Grove and then shopping on Melrose, Courtney showing Adore all of her favorite vintage stores and even letting her buy a couple of things that Adore thought she’d proclaim “too mature.” They’d gotten mani-pedis and then picked up some pizzas to eat together at home, and finally settled into Courtney’s bed for a mother/daughter slumber party, complete with homemade vegan gelato (that was shockingly good) and a big bowl of popcorn. Courtney had shown Adore an absolutely kick-ass movie called The Craft before putting on Spiceworld. 

“What happened to the bomb on the bus?” 

Adore laughed as a bomb exloded offscreen and all the girls gasped. “This movie is so dumb.” 

“Excuse you, this movie is art,” Courtney countered, tossing a piece of popcorn at Adore, who giggled and ate it.

“Thanks, Mum!” 

Courtney broke out into a grin, eyes bright and soft, and Adore found herself getting a little self-conscious.

“What?” 

“Nothing, I just...really like it when you call me Mum. It reminds me of when you were little.” 

“Oh. Yeah.” Adore bit her lip and snuggled up to her, admitting, “Me too.” 

Courtney let out a happy, contented sigh, one arm wrapped around Adore’s shoulders. 

“Did you know…” Courtney paused for suspense, waiting until Adore looked up to see the playful smile on her lips, “...that I’m the one who picked out your name?” 

“You are?!” Adore didn’t know why she was so surprised. After all, ‘Adore’ wasn’t exactly the kind of name that she’d have expected Bianca to pick. But nevertheless, she felt surprised. “Where did you get it from? People always ask me, and all Mama says is that it’s from a book.” 

“Well…” Courtney pursed her lips, then admitted, “Yeah, that’s what I told her.” 

“Wait, what?” Adore turned to look at her, intrigued by her own origin story. “Where was it really from? Was it an ex-girlfriend?” 

“No, not that…” Courtney laughed. “I was, um, driving through this neighborhood to get to a gig, and it was like…this huuuge graffiti on the side of a building. And I thought it was cool.” 

“Omigod, that’s so cool, are you kidding me? My name is from graffiti?” 

“Yeah. Luckily, your mama never asked me what book.” 

“That’s probably because she thought you’d make her read it,” slipped from her mouth before she could stop herself. 

“Adore-” Courtney covered her mouth with her hand to stifle a laugh. “That’s not nice!” 

“Yeah, well…it’s not like I’m some amazing reader either.” Adore relaxed back into Courtney’s arms, content to let the slight shade against Mama stand. “So…how did you decide who would name who?”  

“Mmmm…” Courtney stroked her back, rubbing it in gentle circles, making her feel safe and sleepy. “We each picked out two names, and then we flipped a coin to see who would name the first twin and who would name the second one.” 

“Do you remember the other ones? Like if I’d been first, what would Mama have named me?” 

“All of her choices were very...classic. I think you would probably have been Hannah. Or Elizabeth.” 

Elizabeth Del Rio? Adore pulled a face, disgusted with these generic choices, and Courtney laughed. 

“What, no good?” 

“No,” Adore said, shaking her head. “Okay but more importantly, what name did you have picked out for Danny?” 

“Uhhh...I don’t want to tell you.” 

“Why?!” 

 “Because, you’re gonna make fun of me,” Courtney giggled. 

“Yes, probably, but I still want to know. Come on, they can’t be worse than what I call him.” 

“What do you call him?” Courtney asked, a note of sternness creeping into her voice. 

“Well it's just like a nickname based on a joke, and like, he loves it,” Adore explained. 

“Uh huh…” Courtney looked skeptical. “What’s the nickname?” 

“Roach?” 

“Adore…” Courtney shook her head disapprovingly, but Adore could see the hint of a smile still in her eyes. 

“I swear he loves it!” Adore said. A white lie wouldn’t hurt in this case.  

“Yeah, I’ll bet.” Courtney reached out to tug playfully on her hair. 

“So are you gonna tell me? Is it really dumb? Can I guess? Is it like...Kale Cholula?” Adore giggled. 

“No. But...well it is...a bit...food adjacent,” Courtney said, then clarified, “Organic.” 

Adore thought for a moment and then guessed, “Watermelon Mung Bean?” 

“No!” 

“Parsley?” 

“No, but you’re getting closer. And that’s kind of cute. Parsley,” she repeated. “If I ever have another baby, remind me-” 

“Mum, you’re stalling. Just tell me what the name was!” Adore urged. 

“Okay, fine. It was...Sage.”

“Oh.” After a pause, Adore said, “That’s not as terrible as I expected. But...I think Danny’s awkward enough without being named after an herb.” 

Courtney pursed her lips, tilting her head and giving Adore a Warning Look, and Adore responded with a sweet smile and flutter of lashes. 

“We’re actually getting along a lot better these days,” she said, and Courtney’s face melted into a happy smile. 

“Yeah? Really?” 

“Yeah. I guess sending us to camp together wasn’t the worst idea you’ve ever had.” 

“I’m really glad.” Courtney pulled her in for another hug, kissing the top of her head. Adore sighed happily, loving the feeling of being in her arms. 

“Did you really not suspect anything? Like, when you saw me?” 

“Well...I mean first of all, humans are quite notorious for succumbing to confirmation bias-” 

“Uh, what? Remember, you’re with the dumb twin right now.” 

“Adore, you’re not dumb. Not even a little bit,” Courtney said, brow furrowed.  

“I just meant, like...I just didn’t understand what you meant,” Adore explained. Frankly, she’d always thought of herself as the dumb twin. Danny had done everything first, like walking and talking, and he was good in school, and never had the same trouble she did. But it felt good to have Courtney so adamantly defend her.  

“I meant that...we usually just see what we’re expecting to see. And plus, you and Danny are both at that age where you can change a lot, really quickly. So...yeah, I noticed that you looked a little different, but I thought...okay, he’s going through some changes.” 

“I guess he’s more feminine than me anyway. Is that why you weren’t that surprised when you thought he was trans?” 

Courtney laughed. “Danny has a...lot of compassion, and a gentle soul, and those are things that we often equate with femininity. But that doesn’t necessarily have anything to do with gender. So...you know, I never tried to make assumptions. But...to answer your actual question...no, I wasn’t that surprised. I always considered it a possibility.” 

“Yeah, that’s fair. He really loves wearing my clothes and stuff.”

“Well, they do say that the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, eh?” Courtney gestured to herself. 

Adore chuckled, then looked at Courtney curiously. “It’s kinda weird to think about the fact that you’re like...technically our dad.” 

Courtney laughed. “It’s very weird. But kinda cool, right?” 

“Yeah. Totally.” Adore settled back against her shoulder, asking, “So...what are we watching next?” 

“Hmm...are you up for Priscilla?” 

“Yeah, sounds great,” Adore yawned. 

“Or if you’re tired, we can just go to sleep-” 

“No, put it on. I want to listen.” Adore snuggled into Courtney’s side, eyelids feeling heavy, but not wanting the evening to end. 

“Okay, my love. Whatever you want.” Courtney pressed a kiss to her forehead and picked up the remote. 

***

Courtney stared at her phone, dread creeping in. After a few years of communicating only through their attorneys, she and Bianca had managed to graduate to civil but frosty emails. 

They’d never moved beyond that, and the thought of calling her directly for the first time in years was terrifying. However, Courtney knew that “hey FYI our kids switched places and we need to switch them back” was an inappropriate email, and a text would be worse. Her fingers hovered over Bianca’s contact, a tightness in her throat. 

Here we go…

[lilolpotato]

first time seeing s/o in a onesie

Warnings: Saltyshima, tooth-rotting fluff

Characters: Tsukkishima, Kyoutani, Bokuto

Tsukkishima

Okay in your defense it was a long day and you were really tired

So you figured you might as well wear your comfy fluffy dinosaur onesie to your boyfriend’s house

It’s not like he’s gonna complain

He won’t mind at all!

Right?

You were on your way to your boyfriends house. It’s Friday! You might as well get comfortable. After careful deliberation, you decided to wear your dinosaur onesie.

Tsukkishima never commented on your clothes before, he wouldn’t mind!

When you knocked on his front door, his mom opened the door. “Hi Mrs. Tsukkishima!” You said cheerfully. Despite your boyfriend being so salty he could season your food, his mom was the complete opposite.

“Oh, hi (Y/N)! Aww you look so cute! I’m sure my son will love it.” You awwed. How could someone as sweet as her raise such a condescending beanpole?

“(Y/N)?” Your boyfriend stood behind his mom with a bewildered look on his face and a slight blush on his cheeks.

You ran over to give him a hug. “Hi, Kei! Is something the matter?” You asked, checking his forehead to see if he had a fever.

He snapped out of it and quickly swatted your hand away, “No, no I’m fine. Um what are you wearing?” You both walked to his room as you waved goodbye to his mom.

“Oh, just my Dino onesie!” You said cheerfully. Tacking him onto his bed, you snuggled him close.

Your head tucked into his chest, you whispered, “I missed you Kei.” Sighing, he put on an uncharacteristically soft smile.

“You look like you’re insane in that onesie.” He said softly. You quickly looked at him, huffing in anger. “You know I look cute, Kei!” You said, pouting.

“Jurassic Park?” He asked with a crooked smile. “Yeah yeah whatever.” You said, trying to keep from smiling.

You tackled him again, as he pulled up your hood. You snuggled into each other.

During the movie, Tsukkishima couldn’t take his eyes off of you. Maybe it was because of the onesie. Maybe it was because you were beautiful. Maybe it was just because he loved you.

He tucked some hair back into your hoodie, giving you small kisses on your neck. The movie getting boring, though it was his favorite, he kept kissing whatever skin he could find while you wore the onesie.

“You make an ugly dinosaur.” He couldn’t help but say. Knowing what he meant, you smiled and kissed him. “Yeah, but I make a cute s/o.” You teased.

Kyoutani

Your boyfriend is kind of unpredictable

You never know how he’s gonna react to something

And you never know when he’s gonna do something

One day you decide you’re just exhausted and decide to spend the day at your house

You put on your favorite puppy onesie and decided to chill and watch this show you like, Haikyuu!!, while eating snacks

You didn’t expect for your boyfriend to show up

“Kento! What are you doing here?” You said in surprise. He stared back. “What are you wearing?” He said in a gruff voice.

His ears were pink, and his eyes were wide as he gently touched one of your floppy ears. “You’re so.... fluffy.” He said confused.

You couldn’t help but giggle, “Yeah, it’s a onesie! Come in Kento. Wanna watch a movie and cuddle?” you asked, already knowing the answer.

Dragging him to the couch, you sit in his lap like you always do. He instinctively wraps his arms around your waist as he nuzzled his head into your neck. You ran your fingers over his hair and gave kisses.

“It’s cute.” You could barely hear. “Hmm? What was that?” You asked. “I said you look cute.” He said, as he avoided eye contact in embarrassment.

Softly smiling, you turned around straddling his waist, grabbing his chin so he looks at you, you looked him in the eyes as you kissed his nose.

“Is something wrong? Did you need me to help you calm down? Did Oikawa make you mad?” You coddled him. Growling as you said Oikawa’s name, he said gruffly, “I don’t want to talk about it.”

Looking at your ears again, he said, “I wanna hug.” That put a smile on your face as you snuggled into his chest, the show ignored.

Innocently, he said, “I just missed you, baby.” You put butterfly kisses all over his face as he told you about volleyball, and how annoying Oikawa was.

A small smile on his face, he realized how much you meant to him. “Come closer baby.”

You giggled as he quickly kissed you on the lips. “I love you.” He said quietly. With a smile, you whispered that you loved him too as you both snuggled the rest of the night.

Bokuto

You and your boyfriend had planned a movie night

You were both SO EXCITED

The both of you had a really long week so this was your wind down

Although it wouldn’t be super relaxing considering it was Bokuto and he has way too much energy for most people to keep up with

You didn’t realize how impactful your clothing actually was until it happened

You heard the doorbell to your house. Quickly getting up and sprinting to the door, you opened it to see your boyfriend.

Who was NOT prepared

“(Y/N) BABY!” He yelled as he walked in. “HEY HEY HEYYYY!” You shushed him. “Kou, how many times do u have to tell you to not yell or the neighbors will get mad?”

That’s when this man really looked at you. “Cute.” He said. He looked like he was about to faint. “Yeah it’s an owl!” You giggled.

Not only was his face pink, his ears turned a bright red. “Hoot hoot!” You laughed flapping your mini fuzzy wings, not noticing that poor Bokuto had fainted.

“Kou? Kou are you okay???” You were so worried. Did he have a fever? As you were about to call Akaashi, because Akaashi always knows what to do, Bokuto came to.

The moment he saw the baggy hood surrounding your adorable face he felt like he would faint again.

“Sorry, sorry, (Y/N) I was just.... shocked.” Wondering if there was a ghost in the house or something, you quickly asked him, “What? What happened?”

You expected him to say there was a ghost. You were not expecting for him to admit that apparently, “Its just... you’re adorable in that onesie and it just overwhelmed me.”

With a smile you hugged him as he said in an unusually quiet voice, “What did I do to deserve you?”

You both sat on the couch as your libs tangled into each other. Looking into his eyes, you told him, “Everything. I love you so much.” You said kissing his cheeks.

He kissed you deeply, as you both watched Ghostbusters, because you were still scared there was a ghost in the house.