#that last month ish when i was here for an actual concern (n agreed to this physical bleh)

[monsterbisexual]

feeling like im being driven to my execution (its a drs appointment)

[wizkiddx]

was thinking for toms most recent ig story it sounds like hes working out early everyday, what if u did a blurb where the reader does it with his and its like best friend --> something else ? sounded like a you type of story, id love if you gave it a go ❤️💕

oohkay so sorry this lit just came through this evening and I suddenly got v stupidly into it (if u put in a req before that I promise I am working on it I just got way to invested cos this is stupidly cute) xxxx

summary: what starts off as tom taking you under his wing and some sunrise workouts together might just develop into something more

“It shouldn’t be legal…. to be doing anything… this fucking early!” Spoken, well yelled, in between the fake strokes of the exercise bike and your pants. All you got in response was the two men laughing at you, no sign of sympathy at all, as your gritted your teeth - fighting against every body instinct to stop the movements. Your heart was pumping like the clappers; breathing shallow and rushed and your arms… your arms felt like they were about to fall off. Combine that with the lack of sleep from waking up before the sun did at 5 am - meant you felt like your were in literal hell.  

Why ever you’d agreed to do these workouts with Tom and Duffy escaped you. Being the new and rising actress, with a new supporting role in the next Spiderman, meant you’d spent a lot of time with Tom over the past few weeks. Not to inflate his ego either, but Tom had been a real life hero to you. See, you were the complete opposite of his experienced and seasoned professionalism - this was your first acting gig. And what a gig it was, the second biggest part in a Marvel movie. You never really believed you’d get the part and even when you did, were pretty sure it was some elaborate joke, where Ant and Dec were going to jump out from some corner and go ‘ha its a prank!’ or something. 

Yet somehow it was all still happening, you had been flown halfway across the world to spend three months alone on a film set. Well obviously not alone, but you knew no one - you were a complete outsider. That, really, was the reason you’d agreed to do these sessions with Tom. He’d offered half heartedly while between takes as you were moaning about how out of breath you got in that scene. At that point, you’d only known each other for a matter of weeks, he really hadn’t expected you to commit to 5 am each and every morning. What he wasn’t aware of though, was how ocmplerly stranded and lonely you felt here, hence why you jumped at his offer. 

And yes you loved to moan and complain when you were there, however you were also so incredibly thankful he ever offered. Duffy, Tom’s PT, was a right laugh too and he took great joy in torturing you - and was also entertained by the new and inventive ways you’d insult him after he ordered you about. 

“Come on Y/n, 200m more and then we are done, even your little arms can survive that.”

“Really … not the encouragement… I was looking for.” Still panting, face bright red and blotchy as you pressed your legs straight again.

“Tom? You wanna help Y/n out?” 

“Nah you know… kind of enjoying seeing her in pain.” The British voice laughed from somewhere behind you, making you roll your eyes.

“Why the hell… are you not… torturing him?” He sounded way to comfortable and relaxed to be working hard. 

“He’s got a stunt heavy day today so wanted to go easy this morning.”

Now that was a bloody joke. You were BOTH filming the SAME scene today, doing the SAME stunts. 

“Did I forget to mention Y/n is on set too?” The joy in Tom’s voice made you want to do horrible things to him. Even though you felt like you wanted to collapse on the floor, you’d happily do a set or two on a punch bag right now - if that punch bag was Tom’s face. 

Before you could hurl some fresh abuse at your costar, Duffy called time on the rowing machine, turning the display off and passing your water bottle over as you slouched on the slidey seat. 

“Done good Y/n/n, I am actually super impressed with your progress” The stocky man patted you on the back genuinely, bringing a bit of smile to your otherwise grimacing face. He went over the chat to Tom about some boy shit that you couldn’t care less about, allowing you a couple minutes to get your breath back. As soon as you did and tried to dismount the machine of death, your ruined legs seemed to have other plans, shakily buckling so you ended up starfished on the floor, groaning at the dull ache that came with the sudden movement. 

And what show of concern did Duffy show you? A belly laugh that echoed round Toms indoor gym making you groan again, throwing your forearm over your eyes. It was in fact the curly haired brunette, who came and knelt by your side, wordlessly balling up the towel and placing it under your head as you shot your eyes open in shock. 

“You okay? Sorry… I might’ve taken our friendly competition a bit too far.”

“I just… just might have to gain the power of flight this afternoon cos my legs aren’t gonna bloody work.” Tom chuckled and shook his head at your dry humour. 

“Oh I’m sure we can talk to Jon and get that arranged… not like Marvel don’t spend years crafting the script and storyline for a newbie actor to change it all.”

“Might I remind you… they wouldn’t have to if your weren’t such a dickhead!” You exclaimed, sitting up and staring at him with an exasperated look than only made him burst out laughing again. 

“I’m sorry I’m sorry… I just cant take you seriously when you look like such a tomato!” His voice went an octave higher as he laughed at himself, the situation getting even worse for you when you heard Duffy join in too. 

The boy was bloody lucky you couldn’t lift your arms right now, otherwise they’s almost certainly be attempting to ruin his pretty boy face. 

/////////////////////////////

After a long day of shooting you and Tom were in one of the set buggies, being taken back to your trailers to change for the evening. There was a peaceful silence until Tom ruined it yet again.

“ Got any fancy plans for this evening then?”

“Well you know me, back to my lonely little old place and  frozen pizza - so living the movie star life.” 

“It’s a Friday! You not going out with your team or anything?” He sounded so bemused at your quiet plans, and mention of a ‘team’ had you cocking your head to the side. 

“‘My team?’ Tom until I get my movie star pay check I can barely afford my pizzas, never mind a whole persons wage.” You were still only three weeks into filming and although you spent an hour every other morning sweating your ass off with Tom - apart from that you’d tried not to impose yourself on him too much. You didnt want to look clingy and naturally Tom always had a mountain of people vying for his attention - you would go to the back of a long line. So honestly, you were still a bit of a mystery to him, right now you’d both only scratched the surface on each other. 

“Really? I know this is your first big job but I thought you’d have someone here?” 

“Nah… I mean I’ve kinda clung to the Marty on the camera crew but he’s going to see family tonight sooo.”

“Come back to mine. I’ve swapped Harry for his twin Sam, which is a bit of an upgrade cos Sam’s a chef. He just arrived last night. I bet he can one up any pizza you were planning on.”

“Honestly I don’t want to impose, sorry I didnt mean for this to be a pity party or-“ The buggy slowed to a stop and Tom instantly vaulted out of it, standing right infront of you and blocking you exist off the back sofa. Both of you were still in costume, Tom in latex and you in your corset-esque two piece, but then both wrapped in matching long line black jackets supplied by set. 

“No come on I’m serious… Sam’s dying to meet you and it’d be good to spend more time together. You know, cos of chemistry and all.” The last bit was a switch from his cool and smooth, normally easy going tone - into something a bit more… anxious? Just like that, before your brain even knew what it was doing, you agreed, smiling broadly and nodding. 

So barely an hour later, you were knocking on the doors to Tom’s mansion-ish rented Atlanta home which was much much more grand than what the studio had arranged for you. Even though you were here most mornings, this time it felt different. Yeh it was stupid, but you can’t help the way you feel and you were stressed. For no real reason… just, just because. 

Thankfully, it wasn’t awkward at all  and you especially instantly hit it off with his younger brother Sam. Everything just felt easy and simple which meant so much more considering you’d felt so isolated an alone halfway across the world for your home comforts. Being British too, simply chatting to the two young men about your hometown and growing up was just so familiar, it really helped you feel less homesick.  Naturally too,  you’d fallen into a casual and friendly ribbing of Tom with Sam, making the three of you spend to majority of the evening cracking up (or in Tom’s case pouting at the abuse). It was a nice change from the two on one attack you got from Tom and Duffy that morning. You’d all cooked dinner together… well no, you and Tom had stood idly watching Sam cook an amazing chicken curry dish - which he promised to give you the recipe too. Honestly Sam felt like your long lost best friend, especially when it came to your shared ability to berate Tom for anything and everything. 

About an hour ago Tom had stuck on the film, effectively shutting up you and Sam - thankfully for him since Sam was just about to get to some rather embarrassing stories of Tom as a kid. You and Tom were on the longer grey sofa; with Sam sat  the other side of the coffee table in an impressively soft armchair - looking as though it was swallowing the lanky boy. The calm, the silence and the comfort was only going to go one way for you though. After your workout this morning, plus all the running and jumping during the shoot,  after what had already been a pretty intense week, it was hardly surprising that you didn’t even notice yourself drifting off the sleep. 

Who did notice though? Perhaps your brown haired costar who’d been stealing glances across to you ever since the movie had been put on? Because as much as he hated to admit it to himself, this didnt seem to be panning out as a normal job. A normal job is something you put your all into, for a couple weeks, and then leave with good memories and a good pay check. Yes, he had only known your for a matter of weeks or so but it already seemed to be unfathomable to cut ties with you. How would he go without your kind mannered abuse everyday? You were just refreshing, new and mysterious. And Tom was more than intrigued, his interest was peaked. 

And it was stupid to feel like that…. Of course it was. You can’t fancy a colleague because things get complicated and awkward. Tom knew that. 

Then why was he now delicately draping a blanket over your frame and smiling smally when you hummed in your sleep, in what seemed to be a show of appreciation for the layer of warmth? 

Because you were his excited puppy of a costar who is giving everything she has for the job? Because he is worried and wants to look after you? Because he cares? 

No matter why, in that moment you were contented and as was Tom. Oh and Sam? 

Sam saw the tell tale signs in his brother. He saw the way Tom had been touching your arm or the small of your back just a little more than what would be considered normal while he’d been cooking. He’d seen the way Tom had been laughing purely because you had. His eldest brother never did anything rash, it was always a painfully slow process for everyone involved. But Sam thought this just might be the start of something. The start of a slow burn.

[one-boring-person]

Hiya! I had a Top Gun request! Could you maybe right something where the reader barely makes it back from a dangerous mission, and immediately she’s comforted by Ice, Mac, Goose, kind of all the guys when she gets back? Thank you so much!

Thank you for requesting, and I hope you like it!💛💛💛❤

(I've given the reader the call sign Strike, but if you want me to change it, I'm more than happy to do so😊💛)

That Was One Close Call.

Top Gun characters x reader

(Maverick, Goose, Iceman, Slider)

Warnings: violence, in-flight combat

Masterlist

"Can anyone actually see these bogeys yet?" Slider questions through the mics, voice sounding bored, though there is a distinct undertone of confusion running through it.

One by one, the rest of us, Maverick, Goose, Iceman, Arrow (my RIO) and I, deny having seen any other jets in the area, all of us flying in formation as we head to the designated area, eyeing the clear expanse of sky suspiciously as we go, making sure to pick up on any movement at all. Currently, after a good twenty minutes of flying, we've had no sightings, picking nothing up on the radars, our RIOs not spitting anything amiss in the skies around us, our actions now cautious rather than confident. Nerves race through my veins, a feeling I haven't had in months, my fingers tightening minutely around the joystick in my grasp, the jet adjusting in the air accordingly as I accidentally steer it into a different path, sweat coating my brow thanks to the sweltering confines of the cockpit, my breaths short and fast in my mouthpiece.

Just as I go to talk again, a sharp beep interrupts me, my radar having finally picked up on something, a small green dot appearing on the screen, moving rapidly towards us.

"You guys seeing this?" Maverick inquires, having clearly seen the same thing I have.

"Yeah, we got a mig on our six, moving very quickly. They're nearly o-" I go to reply only to cut off abruptly when the controls in front of me start going off, signifying that I'm under missile lock, and in great danger, the jet having closed in on us much faster than we thought it would.

"Get us out of here, Strike! They're right behind us!" Arrow speaks up, voice shrill with fear as the hulking shapes of the enemy jets drop from the sky behind us: eight much faster, more manouverable aircrafts with a higher firepower than ours, putting us at a severe disadvantage.

"I'm trying!" I bite back, annoyed that he didn't spot the bogeys on our tail sooner, having now put us in jeopardy. Gritting my teeth against the pressure forcing us into our seats, I sharply pull our jet around into a tight banking motion, inadvertently putting it into a dizzying barrel roll as I go, aiming to get out of range of their missiles, only to start in surprise and shock when gunfire suddenly pelts the side of plane. Instantly, the left engine starts smoking, the controls going crazy before me, Arrow panickedly contacting with the others, radioing for help from the carrier. Adrenaline starts to kick in, suppressing the terror and panic flooding my mind, prompting me to switch off the affected engine, knowing it will slow us down, but will also prevent us from blowing up too soon, swiftly dragging the hindered aircraft into a tight ascent, praying that I'll make it past them before they can react to me, though I know it's futile.

Yet more gunfire tears into the metal of the exterior of the jet, Arrow's only reaction now being to yell for help, helmet banging against the glass as he looks up to check the damage.

"They hit the canopy! We won't last much longer at this rate!" From my place ahead of him, I can tell he's shifting around very quickly, trying his best to gauge where the bogeys are, though he is struggling considerably, what with the migs flying at a mug faster speed, diving in and out of view, "Maverick, Iceman, where are you?!"

"They're keeping us away from you! We can't get any closer without being shot!" Goose calls back, clearly frustrated.

"Same here. Until we can get past, you're on your own." Iceman agrees grimly, the pilot sounding angry at this turn of events.

"I don't know how long we'll last like this!" I manage out as I drop the nose of the jet into a sudden dive, falling past a few of the attacking bogeys as I go, only to suddenly realise that the right engine has also been hit, the flames petering out. At this revelation, panic explodes within me, my hands instantly pulling at the joystick, trying to flick on the emergency engines to stop us from plummeting to our deaths.

Our speed continues to increase, the jet dropping faster and faster as the sea grows ever closer, Arrow screaming at me to pull up, the aircraft unwilling to shift into a more level track as the momentum carries us down. Unable to think of anything better, I slam on the air brakes, jerking the joystick around to the left, yelping as I'm thrown against the side of my seat. Responding to my actions, the aircraft rolls ungracefully into an untidy barrel roll, the world spinning before our eyes as we finally level out again, the right engine finally giving out completely as we continue to glide along the now ridiculously close ocean. Nausea rises up my throat, but it is overwhelmed by the brief sense of relief, my mood instantly dampened again as the emergency lights continue to blare loudly, notifying me of the imminent danger I'm in. The sound of Slider's voice over the mics cuts through suddenly, though I barely register what is being said due to my concentration being entirely in trying not to lose more altitude.

"We got one down, wait, no, two down!" The RIO informs us, grateful to be the bearer of good news.

Shaken, I don't manage a reply, my focus now completely on the fact that there is a bogey swiftly catching up to us, missiles ready to be released.

"We got our two down, too." Maverick reports, Goose assenting this seconds later.

"We need help!" Arrow finally speaks up, having noticed that I am apparently incapable of saying anything.

"We're on our way!" The others respond, only too happy to help.

Another, more shrill alarm starts ringing in my ears, the tone dreadfully familiar: we're running out of fuel.

"Guys, we're in serious trouble here, we've got to get back soon!" Arrow informs the others, having noticed the same thing as me, checking the gauge with apprehension.

My pulse pounds in my ears, creating a white noise I can barely hear over, dark spots starting to dance at the edge of my vision as I realise the gravity of the situation, tremors going up and down my body as it struggles to remain upright, fingers locked tightly around the joystick.

"...we got another two down, the rest are going home. We need to get back now!" A voice somewhere says, but I don't quite register it, only just managing to keep the jet above the sea line now.

It's only when Arrow places a hand on my shoulder that I snap out of my reverie, instinctually pulling the jet up again, using an uplifting air current to lift us a little higher, back into the safe zone. Wordlessly, I guide the aircraft back to the carrier, only just grazing the runway as I land it, the wires thankfully catching us as we threaten to hurtle over the edge again. I taxi the jet into a stationary position, hands still shaking as I try to unclasp the canopy, fingers fumbling with the security measures, the broken window sliding back as I finally manage it, my body heaving itself out of the cockpit and onto the runway. Once on solid ground (ish) I make it all of three steps, before I collapse to my knees, Arrow instantly at my side.

"Strike? Are you ok? (Y/n)?" The RIO interrogates me, crouching beside me, arm around my shoulders.

"What happened?! " Maverick's concerned voice is loud in my ears as he, Goose, Ice and Slider all rush over, the rest of them having noticed my residence on the floor. Immediately, the four of them are on the floor around me, helmets discarded on the concrete behind them as they start fussing over me. I feel my helmet being taken off, my body being pulled into a larger, more muscular one, the smell of peppermint and sweat clearly belonging to Iceman, a scent which had always made me feel safe, his arms cradling me against his chest as he strokes my back, trying to get a response out of me. When he pulls away, he looks me in the eye, at which point I finally lose it, tears flooding from the corners of my eyes, sobs wracking my body as I bury my face into my hands, barely noticing as Maverick moves closer, whispering sweet nothings as he rubs my back soothingly. Both Goose and Slider sit there a little awkwardly at first, before they swiftly move forwards to help, the former pushing my hair from my face as the latter takes my hand in his, neither of them saying anything, though they have ready smiles for me when I look up at them. When I catch sight of them, a small smile of my own pushes at my lips, the corners quirking up a little, the expression slowly growing as Goose grins at me in relief.

"There she is!" He comments, patting my knee appreciatively, eyes glittering happily.

"I'm gonna have to start calling you The Invincible One at this rate. That was one close call!" Slider jokes, trying to cheer me up with his usual brash humour.

"Suits you." Goose adds, nodding at me.

"No it doesn't." I manage to say, my voice hoarse and rough from my crying, still smiling at them.

"Are you joking? Of course it does!" Slider protests, grin broadening as I laugh. Maverick and Iceman exchange a glance over the top of my head, the former moving to stand up. Looking down at us, he offers me his hand with a smile of his own, easily pulling me up (even if it is with a bit of Iceman's help), steadying me against his chest.

"Come on, you'll feel better after a shower." He says to me, vending over to pick up our helmets from the floor, the others quickly moving to join us as we walk towards the changing rooms. As we walk, Slider wraps his arm around my shoulders, pulling me against his taller body a little, the sense of safety that accompanies this making me feel better about myself. By now, Arrow has already moved to the changing rooms, preferring to face difficulties alone, rather than with us, the RIO clearly trusting the others to do a good job of comforting me, which, of course, they have.

[barnesbabee]

Promise? || K.H

Summary: From best-friends, to enemies, to lovers. What else?

Pairing: Kim Hongjoong x Reader

Words: 3k-ish?

Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff

A/N: I’m not good at soft stuff, so if you hate it give me a break please

ᴄʀ: ʙᴀʀɴᴇꜱʙᴀʙᴇᴇ

 Being in love is tough, everyone knows this, but being in love and having to keep it to yourself, being in love and having to watch the man of your eyes every day and not being able to do anything... It broke your heart. It was the classic "I fell in love with my best-friend" scenario, and you were so, so scared. You didn't want to tell him, not cause you thought for a second he'd stop talking to you or ignore you, far from that, but because you knew that the second you confessed your feelings, he'd become conscious and nervous about every little thing he did. If the hug he gave you was too intimate and he'd be leading you on, if he touched you too much, if he didn't give you enough attention, if he gave you too much attention... And you didn't want that kind of stress, so you backed away. 

  You let life go on as usual, and it was so damn hard. Hongjoong's beautiful, innocent smile, his glistening eyes, his prominent jawline, and even his small hands that would often meet your own made your heart jump out of your chest, and you prayed to God that it went away.

  To your dismay however, your heartbreak came sooner than expected. A couple of months after you accepted the idea that you loved that man more than you're supposed to, he introduced you to a girl. A beautiful girl by the name Areum. Her hair was short and dark, and she had bangs that almost covered her almond-coloured eyes.  Her skin was spotless, she was almost Hongjoong's height and she had a slim figure. 

  Although he had introduced her as a friend, you knew he didn't think of her like that, and it didn't take long before he finally started introducing her as his girlfriend. You had to smile through the pain, but you were happy for him and cheered him on of course- the absolute glee and joy in his expression as he talked about her couldn't be mistaken, he really loved that girl.

  And because you had no luck, the shit hit the fan pretty quickly. Areum became jealous of you, and she began restricting the contact between you and Hongjoong. It started as "forbidding" kisses on the cheek (even though Hongjoon still sneaked in one here and there), then hugging, then almost being near him. It made you furious that she was trying to push you two apart, but you didn't speak about it, you wanted Hongjoong to be happy.

  One day though, it all went down the drain. The girl forced Hongjoong to cancel your movie night, and you were beyond furious. You and him had been waiting for the Black Widow movie to come to the cinemas for months, and now you’d have to enhoy it alone because she was insecure!? Certainly not on your watch, you could tell when things spiraled out of control.

  You stayed back after school to talk to her. You knew she always stayed extra time in school to study since Hongjoong always bragged about how hard-working she was. You made your way to the library, looked all around, waited, and nothing... 

  Great.

  You'd just spent a whole hour in school for no reason.

  You started making your way home, and as per usual you passed by the school's field so you could make your way to the back of the school, where the road that led to your house was located, but a couple of moans and groans caught your attention.

  Someone was making out underneath the benches! It was none of your business, but you wanted to check out the secret couple going at it in school, because let’s face it, you were nosy.

  As soon as your eyes made contact with the couple you felt like imploding and exploding at the same time. It was Areum with some guy that definitely wasn't your Hongjoong. You covered your mouth and ran from the scene and to your home.

  You didn't know what to do. It wasn't your relationship, you shouldn't butt in... But it was your best friend and he deserved to know the truth... But you didn't want to break his heart...

  You let yourself slide down the wall until you were sitting on the floor with your knees to your chest, and grasped the sides of your head out of despair.

  You had no idea what would be best, but you decided to tell Hongjoong. It was heartbreaking, but it was the truth. You called him up and waited for him to pick up.

  "Y/N? Come on, if this is about the movie you know I can't go and I've apologized-"

  "You need to come over."

  "What?"

  "Come over. I have something really important to tell you."

  He sighed from the other side.

  "Y/N I don't know if it's a good choice to go over."

 "Hongjoong can you please just get here?"

  He finally agreed and after a painful ten minutes of waiting, he was knocking on your door. You took him to your bedroom and you both sat down on your bed. Hongjoong looked at you expectantly as you took a deep breath and chose your words carefully. Ultimately you decided that there was no easy way to say this, and that you should just be frank and straightforward about it.

"Areum is cheating on you."

Those five words hit Hongjoong like a truck. He didn't move for a second, and when he did his head turned to you slightly and his face showed disbelief and betrayal.

"What?" He simply asked.

 You took a deep breath before explaining.

 "I was coming back home late from school," you omitted the original reason why you were even in school as it wasn't relevant "and when I passed by the school's field I heard someone under the benches and when I checked it out it was Areum, with some other guy..."

  Hongjoong was enraged. But a type of anger you had never seen in his face before. It was a mix of disgust and indignation. 

  "How dare you!?"

  He yelled at you and stood up, fists clenched beside his body. You were shocked by his stupid reaction. You followed him and stood up.

  "Excuse me!?" You asked, perplexed.

  "How dare you even imply that she would cheat on me!? Areum would never do something like that, you're just saying that because you're jealous!"

  Your heart was shattered into a million pieces upon hearing those words. How could he take her side in this story? How did your best-friend of years not believe you? And most importantly, how could he say something so hurtful to you?

You held back your tears and tried to speak, even though your throat was burning.

  "I don't know if you're in denial or just in the mood to be an ass, but I know what I saw. Areum is unfaithful and you should bring it up to her or you're going to get hurt!"

  He stepped closer to you and looked you in the eye, pure rage displaying on his own.

  "Don't you dare say those things about her, or even imply that she'd do it."

  You were left speechless.

  Upon obtaining no response Hongjoong turned away and left your house, making sure to slam the door as he stepped out. You immediately sunk to your knees and let the tears fall.

 You dreaded for the next day, but it came nevertheless. You sat in class and Hongjoong's seat was empty, which you thought was weird. He didn't usually miss class... For a second you hoped that he had actually brought it up to Areum and he just felt bad about the truth. You grabbed your phone, ready to text him, when the door to your classroom opened. Hongjoong entered, followed by Areum, and bowed to apologize for being late.

  They were both smiling and your eyes immediately darted to the purple marks on Hongjoong's neck. Your heart sank at the view.

  "Hongjoong." You called in a whisper.

  He turned around and glared at you.

  "I thought I made it clear yesterday that I don’t want to speak to you."

  You couldn't take it. It was too much. You could handle your heart being broken, your feelings getting ignored, and being stepped on, but you certainly couldn't handle Hongjoong treating you like this.

  He was your ray of sunshine, he had always been there even when you lost control, and this wasn't him. 

  You ran out. You didn't even think, you just... ran. You took nothing with you, just your phone that happened to be on the pockets of the jacket you were wearing. Your legs stopped when you reached your bedroom. 

  You were sobbing loudly and think streaks of water fell down your cheeks. Your mother, who had come home early, ran up the stairs, concerned about you.

  "Y/N? Y/N what happened are you okay!?"

  The woman kelt beside you and pat your back while her eyes scanned your body for any visible injuries.

  You tried to explain it, through your sobs and sniffles, but barely anything came out. 

  "Breathe, Y/N. It's okay..."

  Your mom hugged you, trying to calm you down. Eventually, when you were able to talk, you spoke to her.

  "Please, let me move in with dad and go to school there."

  Your dad was temporarily living somewhere else in Korea because of work, and "somewhere else" seemed just like where you needed to go.

  Your mom was a little sad to hear this plea of yours, but after hearing the explanation, and after seeing how much pain you were in, she agreed to let you finish the last term with your dad.

 The next day you didn't show up to school, and two days later you had already asked for transference. 

  By the beginning of the following week you were living with your dad and ready for the new school. When your dad saw you, you looked like a different person. You were gloomy, you had a blank expression at all times and it worried him.

  Back home, Hongjoong hadn't even noticed you had moved, but he was about to, and in the worst way. 

  Hongjoong had decided to reward his girlfriend for her hard work, and he showed up later in school with some snacks for them to share. And he found her working hard for sure, working hard on undoing some random guy's belt.

  When he didn't find her in the library, a little red flag waved in his head and he decided to check the field, like you had told him. There, he saw exactly what he dreaded: his girlfriend, Areum, with some guy that wasn't him.

  He threw the food onto the floor and tore the two of them apart. He didn't care who the man was, Areum was the one cheating on him. Hongjoong didn't even know what to feel.

  "Why?" Was all he could manage.

  "Hongjoong, you're very sweet and caring but... I need more. You never tease me, you never try anything, and I'm almost taller than you, what am I gonna do when the time comes? Pet you?"

  Hongjoong was incredulous, humiliated and most of all, in pain. His mind went blank for a second, before the image of your face flashed in his head. He had to apologize to you. He made sure to tell Areum how disgusting of a human being she was and how they weren’t dating anymore for sure, and then sprinted over to your house and knocked on the door loudly. Your mom opened the door, and as soon as she laid eyes on Hongjoong, her face displayed a gelid feeling.

  "May I help you?" She asked.

  "I need to talk to Y/N, please..."

  She huffed and crossed her arms in front of her chest.

  "You came a little too late Hongjoong, she moved."

  Hongjoong couldn't believe it... He was so deep in his denial that he had hurt you to the point of you moving away... The next weeks he spent desperately trying to contact you, but of course you had done everything in your power to stop that from happening, you wanted to leave everything behind and start anew...

  The both of you spent the last few months of school miserably. You both felt alone. Hopeless. Helpless. In pain. 

  But there was nothing to do now, Hongjoong had messed it up and he'd forever have to live with the burden of losing you.

  Both of you eventually enrolled in a college and got in. You secretly hoped you could leap into Hongjoong's arms and have him spin you around like the old times, to celebrate it, but that was buried in the past (or so it seemed).

  However, on the very first day, as if by destiny, there you were. Standing a couple meters from Hongjoong. You were both immobile in the middle of the hallway, staring deep into each other's eyes, crying a million silent apologies at each other. When Hongjoong opened his mouth to speak, you turned away, and he realized just an "I'm sorry" wouldn't do the trick. He had been extremely insensitive to you, and he thought he could live with that, but he couldn't handle seeing you every day and not holding you. He didn't want to.

  As time went by, he found himself reminiscing the old days, and he quickly began missing the sweet way you'd caress his cheek, the way you'd brush his hair with your hands, the way you hugged him tightly... Everything.

  And every second that passed, it became unbearable to not be around you. The way you smiled at small things surrounding you, the way you had let your hair grow, the way you'd still let yourself get distracted by every little thing. He missed you so goddamn much.

  One day he stopped being able to just watch. He didn't dare talk to you, however, and he hated that. But he poured his feelings in a letter, describing how sorry he was, how he never stopped loving his best friend, and how he missed the duo.

  Hongjoong found out which dorm was yours and he slid the letter through the door, then going back to his own dorm.

  He was sitting on his desk when someone knocked on his door. He opened it, not knowing who it could possibly be, to find you with red, puffy eyes and a clenched jaw. You threw the letter in his face.

  "Are you kidding me!?" Your voice was shaky as you yelled at him.

  His breath hitched immediately, and his words were caught in his throat. Initially he raised his hands to wipe away your wet cheeks, but he decided not to. Hongjoong didn't speak and gave you time to let out all your frustrations.

  "I can't believe you. I tolerated when that bitch stole you, I tolerated when you canceled shit because of her, and then when I try to look out for you and protect you, you humiliated me! You belittled me and took her side instead of mine and refused to talk to me the next day. Do you realize how broken I was!? You were my everything! I loved you so, so much. And not just in the way you think. But I swallowed all that and tried to move on. Now you're here and you apologize via letter? What, did the smoke signals not work!?"

  Hongjoong didn't quite know what to say, but he had to speak.

  "Y/N, you don't know how sorry I am, okay? I couldn't live with myself for so long after I found out you were right, I hated myself. But I had never experienced what I was experiencing with Areum, I didn't want to believe what you were saying. I was so, so mad that I hurt you so much, and if you don't want to forgive me, I understand, but I'm begging you here, I need you."

 There was silence, and the tension between you was rising. You looked into his pitiful eyes.

  "Did you miss me?"

  This question took him by surprise. He expected you to yell at him, tell him you hated him, or even just leave without another word and never talk to him again.

  Hongjoong chuckled at your question.

  "If I missed you? Y/N, I cried myself to sleep every night. I messaged your deleted accounts every day. I had to take down every picture of us on the walls because the pain of possibly not seeing you ever again was too much. I lost myself when I let you go."

  That was all you needed to hear. You embraced his body and held him tightly. It took him only a couple of seconds to hug you back, and both of you stood like that for a long time.

  It was like half of you had been repositioned and you couldn't be happier. When you pulled away his hands rested on your hips and yours played with the hair on his nape that had grown considerably. You looked into each other's eyes: you were both smiling and crying. and your cheeks had a red tint to them.

  You two giggled at your silliness like you were kids, but the feeling instantly dropped to something else. Your eyes simultaneously darted to the other's lips, and you couldn’t resist each other, it had been way too long. 

  You moved your lips against his softly, and you didn't know if it was because you had missed him so much or if because you'd wanted this your whole life but he tasted so much better than you had ever imagined.

  You pulled away, and there was not a trace of doubt in either of your faces, you wanted this. Hongjoong smirked and closed the door behind you while pushing you on the bed.

  The luck seemed to be on your side for once, and the guy whom Hongjoong shared his dorm with was out with his parents that had come to visit him, so you were free to do whatever you wanted.

  He hovered on top of you for a second, before you grabbed his neck and pulled him down, so your lips were connected once more. You had always been the boldest out of the two of you, and that applied even in this situation it seemed.

  You slipped your tongue in his mouth as hips were grinding against yours. You moaned into the kiss, and you could feel a tent forming in his pants, and the pressure of his crotch on yours increased.

  Eventually, he slid his hand under your shirt and pulled it off. He stared at your bra and blushed a little. You just chuckled and caressed his cheek, then proceeding to remove your bra for him. 

  He blushed harder, but tried to hide the fact by kissing down your jaw and neck, leaving and few bites here and there. You tugged on his hoodie and he removed it quickly, exposing his chest as well. 

  His lips then teased around your right nipple, before taking it into his mouth as your fingers tangled in his hair.

  While this went down, one of your hands sneaked down and palmed his hard cock through his shorts. He moaned onto your skin as you applied more pressure on your hand.

  He pulled away from you and his breaths grew heavy.

  "Keep going, please..." He begged.

  You pulled your hand away and sat up in the bed, pulling him down in the process and straddling him. You brought your lips to his as you rubbed your womanhood against his hard-on. 

  His hands gripped your waist tightly and you were both moaning onto the kiss.

  "Please, please Y/N..."

  He pleaded, almost out of breath, when you pulled away. He didn't have to say it twice as you were as desperate for it as he was. 

  You stripped from the rest of your clothing and the man did the same. You sat on his thighs and looked at him for a second. You were both a little nervous, but you were sure this was what you wanted.

  Hongjoong lifted you as you aligned his cock with your entrance, and he slowly lowered you on his hard member.

  Both of your mouths were agape and eyebrows furrowed in pleasure. Hongjoong moaned as he watched you sink on him, while you threw your head back and called for his name. 

  With the help of Hongjoong, you moved up and down on his dick. His hips eventually started thrusting into you harder, and his fingers sunk in your hips.

  You grabbed his wrists and moaned louder for him, as you were about to climax. His thrusts became sloppier as he was about to come as well.

  You locked eyes, and you realized how beautiful he looked: glazed, hungry eyes devouring your figure, mouth agape moaning because of you, beads of sweat rolling down his face and his bangs stuck to his forehead.

  Your walls clenched around him and you came, with a loud cry for his name. He then hurriedly removed himself from you and pumped his dick a few times, before coming all over your chest and stomach.

  He was a little embarrassed about the mess he'd made, but you just laughed it off and plopped beside him.

  The two of you were silent for a while, trying to calm down and catch your breaths, and then he held out his pinky finger.

  "Promise to never leave me again?" He asked, hopeful.

  You smiled and linked your pinky with his.

  "Promise."

[harrypotterthehufflepuff]

Shy

This was requested by: @lovethyfandoms2​ !

Can you do a fluffy George imagine where the reader is in Ravenclaw and is super shy but after like three ish (A LONG TIME) of trying the reader finally opens up to him, but sometimes he now forgets she’s shy….

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Ahh, this was fun to write! As George is what I Think the more gentler (i use that term very vaguely) Twin, I reckon he would be a bit more inwards towards this shy Ravenclaw. And i also made George the one to open up to the reader as i felt that fit better with what i wrote. So yee, thanks for requesting! 

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Three times. Three bloody times it has taken you to try and reveal your feelings to George. His very extroverted personality made you so astonishingly shy. Like every time he would whisper a one-liner in your ear in the middle of class or when he’d pushed a strand of your hair behind your ear. It made your cheeks flush and your mouth dry. 

The first time you had tried to ask him had been a real failure. When you had entered the library room you saw him in a very rare occurrence. He was sitting alone. This was your chance. 

“Hello, George! Your voice was unusually high-pitched.

He had looked up from his very thin book and gushed at you, "Ah, what a rare sight!” He teased, “You in the library?”

Whenever you had time you would always come to the library and read a good book.

“Yeah, well, thought I would check it out for once.”

You had tried your best to play it cool but it was pretty obvious that your manners were anything but cool. He’s your friend, goddammit! You had thought to yourself then. 

When an awkward silence lingered over you for a moment you had decided to finally say it, 'I really like you George, want to go to Hogsmead with me tomorrow? But the second you had opened your mouth to speak, Fred had busted through the doors and ran up the table. 

“It’s time! Lee and I have set it all up! Come on!" 

George had gotten up from his chair so quickly it had stumbled to the floor. 

"Bye, Y/N!” He had called over his shoulder.

Madam Pince hissed at him as he ran past, “Keep quiet!" 

~ 

The second time had been much, much worse. And this time you had actually been alone with him. You were walking down a deserted hallway on your way up to the Ravenclaw tower when a familiar boy had caught your eye.

"What are you doing here?” You asked him as he drew closer. 

He had a smirk plastered on his face which presumably meant he had done something he was not allowed. 

“Nothing, my raven.” He grinned.

Your face had taken the same colour as his hair. He had never called you that. The way you had tried to get rid of the flush on your face was to just walk past him. 

What the hell had you done that for? 

When you got up to your dormitory the first thing you had done was to lay flat down on your bed and groan into your pillow. 

What if he thought that you were upset with him? He knew you were shy but to this extent? How could you have blown away such a perfect opportunity to ask him out? Thinking of it, it wasn’t really that hard, was it?

You’re a Ravenclaw for Merlin’s sake! You could figure something out. 

~ 

After that day of just ditching George in the hallway, you thought that he was over you. That you had buggered up so bad. But then someone had told you otherwise.

It started when Fred had walked up to you when you were standing on the long bridge, looking out over the great lake and taking in the autumn air. 

When he had started talking to you he spared no time for small talk.

“What happened with my dear brother, Y/N?" 

Shit. 

"Nothing, we haven’t talked much,” trying your best to act casual you went on, “have barely seen him, really.” But the last words were drowned out by the lump in your throat that devoured the words from escaping your mouth. 

This time, Fred placed a hand on your shoulder, “Tell him, or I will do it for you." 

You turned your head to look at Fred, but he kept his eyes firmly on the huge squid that was squirming below.

Did he know? How? Had you made it that obvious? 

"Excuse me?" 

He dropped his hand from your shoulder and shoved it in his pocket, it had gotten rather windy at that point. 

"Okay, let’s just say this,” He looked at you, “He fancies you, you fancy him. Get it over with." 

And before you had had the chance to voice your concern.

Left there, pondering with your thoughts, you looked over the lake again. The squid was gone.

~

Now, you were sitting by your usual spot in the library and reading a book on how to successfully transfigure a flower into a quilt. The words consumed your mind to such extent that you did not even notice the gleeful voice coming from your right.

"Y/N? You there?" 

Startled, you looked up and was met by the beautiful eyes you so liked. 

"Oh, George, you scared me!” You took a sturdy breath to ease your sudden rush of adrenaline.

Wait, did George look nervous? 

He sat down next to you. The chair he chose was probably a decade old as it creaked horribly when he sat down. 

He smiled at you, “Got a minute?” He nodded towards the book you had had your nose in just a few seconds ago. 

Shutting the book carefully you smiled at him, “‘Course." 

As you put the book away he looked keenly on you. It made you a bit flustered which seemed to infect George as well. 

You had your hands on the table and they were clasped together in a tight hold. 

"Right,” He shook his head as if he had been lost in thought, “I just wanted to ask a rather simple question,”

At this, your heart jumped and your hands tightened around each other,

“Would you like to attend the party that the Hufflepuffs are throwing on Saturday, like a date?" 

What.

After trying to ask him out for over month, he was the one to actually do it?

And the thing is, it had been brilliant if it hadn’t been for one thing. The fact that it was a party he had invited you to. Parties were never your thing as it didn’t suit your criteria. But there is no way that you could turn him down! After so long, you could not ruin this.

But George seemed to take notice of your inner debate and spoke up, "Or we could go round to Hogsmead and have a drink." 

He looked just as happy with that alternative but was it true that he was okay with ditching the party?

"Oh,” You waved your hand dismissively at him, “no, it’s okay. Parties are cool." 

Even a toddler could’ve seen through your lie. George only smiled at you and grabbed your hands that were still clasped together, tightly.

"I know you like Butterbeer. I’ll pay. As long as you agree to be my date." 

A girlish giggle escaped and you smiled fondly at him,

"It’s a date.”

[finnyboywolfhard]

Song That The Morning Brings (Chapter Nineteen)

Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader 

catch up here 

summary: The group finds out new information about their problem and face a stepping stone in the right direction.

warnings: cursing, angst-ish, fluff, spoilers ig 

word count: 3.8k 

When she arrived home that night, all she wanted to do was put on some warmer, much drier clothes and to go right to bed. However, Dustin always found a way to change her plans.

“Y/N, we gotta talk.” He said coming into her room after they had both gotten changed. Sighing, she took a seat on her bed and placed herself underneath the covers. She patted a spot on the bed for Dustin and he took that as his cue to say what he wanted to say. “What the hell is happening between you and Steve?”

“What do you mean?!” She exasperatedly said.

“You guys have been different recently. It’s weird.”

“How are we different?” At this point, worry started to flood through her. What if Dustin somehow figured out how she was feeling or even what had happened between the two?

“I mean, you guys have always been close but it seems like you‘re closer. It’s almost like you’re taking your names of Mom and Dad literally. Plus, I saw you guys holding hands on the roof, even if it was for a second. Plus he gave you his sweatshirt after you guys stayed in the car together. So I want to know, what’s going on?”

“Dusty…” Y/N took a second to collect her thoughts. There was a few ways this could go: She could tell him everything; she could tell him some of the truth; or she could tell him nothing. “First off, I had this hoodie from October last year until like a month ago when I returned it to him, he just gave it back to me because I was cold. I hung back earlier in the car, because I’m scared Dustin, and I didn’t know who else to talk to but him, he is my best…he’s my best friend, remember?”

Dustin paused for a few seconds, obviously gathering his thoughts about what she had just said to him. It felt like there was a rubber band being pulled between the two of them threatening to snap.

“But you want to be more than best friends, don’t you?” Dustin said looking down at his hands. Y/N pulled her eyes away from her brother. She knew that he knew, but she couldn’t seem to let herself say yes to him.

“Would you be mad at me if I did?” She said, just barely above a whisper.

“I don’t know. Steve is my best friend and you’re my sister. I care about you both so much, but if something happened, I feel like I’d have to side with you.”  

“Dusty, seriously? You know that I would never make you chose between the two of us if something happened.”

“So there’s my answer. You do want to be more than best friends.” He said, voice edging towards anger. The girls hands started to shake a bit as she reached her hand out towards her brother.

“I don’t want you to be mad at me for that. There’s a lot that has happened between me and Steve that you don’t know about. It’s not like he wants to be more than that either, so it’s okay Dusty. Please don’t be upset.” Wariness laced her voice, as her concern grew stemming from her brother’s silence.

“You have to be stupid to think he doesn’t feel the same way about you, and besides, I’m not upset, I’m just a little scared because I don’t want you guys to lose what makes your relationship so special. You both just care about each other so much, and you’re both so willing to dedicate your time to others. What if that changes if you guys get together?”

“I can pinky promise you it won’t.” She said, reaching her pinky out. Her brothers pinky wrapped around her own. She released her hand and pulled him into a hug. They stayed in that position so long that they eventually dozed off.

The alarm startled them both awake, way earlier than they would have liked to have been woken up. But they still scurried around their house preparing themselves for the day of planning and adventure ahead. The drive to the mall was filled with Dustin’s zany ideas for what they should try to do next, most of which she had shut down as soon as they left his mouth. The only one she agreed to was allowing him to stake out on the roof while they all continued to work back at Scoops, because even though the three ice cream shop employees wanted to focus on the Russians, they still had jobs to fulfill.

Steve was sitting in the back room on his ten minutes off scooping, watching Y/N organize some files and then start to organize some of the toppings so she could restock them in a bit.

“Hey Y/N/N?” He asked, only receiving a hum in response, “Are you feeling any better from last night?”

Memories of her and Dustin’s conversation from last night filled her brain. Although in the moment it stressed her out, she felt at least a bit more relieved to have at least one problem off her chest to her brother. However, the imminent doom of the Russians was still largely at play. She stopped shuffling around to look at Steve, and his eyes were already on her. For some reason, his gaze sent shivers down her spine. She snapped herself back into reality after realizing how silent she had become just staring back at him.

“Um, I guess a little bit. I’m obviously still scared but talking to you helped, and knowing that Dustin always has multiple ideas is also kind of relieving.”

“Your brother is crazy smart. I don’t understand how smart he is sometimes.”

“Hey give me some credit! I’m pretty smart too, I’m not Dustin smart, but the Henderson family isn’t a dumb one.”

“Of course you’re smart Y/N, but Dustin…Dustin’s a full on nerd. Some may even say Dork.”

“I appreciate a good nerd or dork in my life. Don’t say em like it’s a bad thing, and don’t sell yourself short there either Harrington. You’re a dork too.” She smiled at him, noticing his cheeks flush a dimmer hue of red. His breathing became erratic, and he suddenly seemed to have forgotten how to form sentences. “Are you embarrassed Stevie?”

“No…just confused…how am I a dork?”

“You’re pick up lines are so cheesy and dorky, and you also know a lot about the things you are passionate about. You are a dork for things that matter to you. It’s endearing.”  The two kept chatting for a bit until Dustin burst through the doors of Scoops, explaining what he had seen, pulling Robin into the back as well.

“That keycard opens the door, but unfortunately, the Russian with this keycard also has a massive gun. Whatever’s in this room, whatever’s in those boxes, they really don’t want anyone finding it.”

“There’s got to be a way in.” Robin said.

“Well, you know…I can just take him out.” Steve said, leaning cockily against the table.

“Take who out?” Robin and Y/N said in unison.

“The Russian guard.” All three of the other members of the group started to give him confused and concerned looks before he decided to continue explaining his plan. “What? I sneak up behind him, I knock him out, and I take his keycard. It’s easy.”

“Did you not hear the part about the massive gun?” Dustin says, defining the idiocy in his statement.

“Yes, Dustin, I did. And that’s why I would be sneaking.” Y/N was trying desperately to hold back laughter as he continued trying to defend his plan.

“Well, please, tell me this and be honest, have you ever actually…won a fight?”

“Okay, that was one time-“

“Twice, don’t forget Jonathan after the whole Nancy the Slut Wheeler thing.” Y/N interrupted, pulling some angered thoughts from the recesses of her “King Steve” memories.

“Listen, that doesn’t count.”

“And why is that? He beat the shit out of you. You fared far worse that he did.” Y/N said once again.

“It was…” Steve tried to defend and explain how Jonathan didn’t count before Dustin interrupted him this time.

“You got a fat lip, crooked nose, swollen eye, a lot of blood…” Dustin and Steve’s argument started to overlap before Y/N noticed Robin say,

“That just might work.” She stood up from the table and ran out to the front counter. Her hand went into the tip jar to grab the money from it hastily.

“Robin, hey, what’re you doing?” Y/N said, trying to break Robin from her zone however it didn’t work.

“Hey! Robin! Hey! What-What are you doing?”

“I need cash.” She said not fully answering the question asked of her.

“Well, some of that is mine.” Steve said, earning a slap to the arm from Y/N. “Where are you going?”

“To find a way into that room, a safe way. And, in the meantime, sling ice cream, behave and don’t get beat up. I’ll be back in a jiff.”

“God, I really hope she knows what she’s doing.” Y/N said before looking over to see her brother licking Steve’s engraved ice cream scoop.

“Oh, dude! Come on, man, not my scooper.” Steve spun the scooper around his hand a few times before tucking it securely into his side pocket. It was a sight to behold from Y/N’s up close perspective. Their dynamic was hysterical to her.

“Dusty, come back here with me. Stevie, could you please scoop for a bit? I’ll come help you after I finish refilling the toppings.”

“Of course, Y/N/N, I’ve got it.” He flashed a smile, leading her own lips to upturn into one as well.

For the entire time Robin was gone, the three went about their business quietly. Dustin had stolen paper to write out a set of different plans of how to get into the room. Steve stayed out in the store front and scooped ice cream to the oblivious citizens visiting the mall. All the while Y/N was trying to focus on her work, wanting to keep that and the Russians separate. The silence in the backroom was interrupted by Robin pulling Steve into the back room once again, cohesively bringing them together once more. They all shared glances before Robin interrupted the still air.

“It’s fascinating what twenty bucks will get you at the county recorder’s office. “ And with that, she pulled out a set of blue prints for what looked like the mall and set it down onto the table. “Starcourt Mall, the complete blueprints” She said as her hands went across the thin paper to smooth it out onto the surface.

“Not bad.” Dustin said, appreciating her accolades.

“So this is us, Scoops, and this is where we want to get.” Y/N couldn’t quite understand what she was seeing standing across from Robin, so she moved to stand behind Steve, eventually leaning over his chair and shoulder, bringing her face right next to his. She stayed still there for a bit, despite the battling feeling of tension by being in such a close proximity. However, she quickly snapped back up when he began talking.

“I mean, I don’t really see a way in.”

“There’s not if you’re talking exclusively about doors.” She lifted the first set of blueprints up to expose another set.

“The air ducts.” Y/N said, making eye contact with Robin for the first time since she came back. Robin’s smile gleamed when Y/N realized what she had meant.

“Turns out, this secret room needs air just like any old room.” She walked over to grab a marker from the board before continuing what she was saying. “And these air ducts lead all the way here.” As she was talking, she drew connecting circles from the air ducts at scoops to the vent in the room. All four members glanced up to the vent in the room, all knowing exactly what needed to happen now. Steve immediately found a screwdriver and flashlight so he could give access inside the vent, while Dustin explained that he could fit into it to follow them there. Steve climbed up a ladder and unscrewed the vent cover, passing it down to Y/N before asking for the flashlight. He looked in again, scanning the entire surface area in his vision.

“Yeah, I don’t know man. I don’t know if you can fit in here. It’s like…super tight.”

“I’ll fit. Trust me. No collarbones, remember?” Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at her little brothers off handed remark about his condition. Just as Dustin was about to climb up the ladder, Robin remarked at his comment.

“Excuse me?” Before Y/N could even answer Robin’s question, Steve answered first.

“Oh, uh, he’s, yeah, he’s got some disease. Chrydo- uh, It’s Chrydo-something. I dunno.”

“He has Cleidocranial Dysplacia, basically his bones and teeth had developmental problems. Good try though Stevie.”

“Yeah, I don’t really know. But he’s missing bones and stuff. He can bend like Gumbo.” He quipped up once again.

“You mean Gumby?” Robin asked, dumbfounded.

“I’m pretty sure it’s Gumbo.”

“Stevie-“Before Y/N could continue, Dustin’s voice echoed down from the vent.

“Steve, just shut up and push me!” Steve reluctantly agreed to help try to push Dustin further into the vent. Y/N went to stand next to Robin, hopelessly watching the two try and fail to push her brother into the vent.

“Not my feet dumbass, push my ass.” Dustin commanded Steve.

“What?”

“Touch my butt! I don’t care! Come on Harder! Push harder!”

“I’m pushing.”

“Oh my god this is a shit show. Robin, I’m so sorry you have to see this.” The two boys continued to bicker while the girls just sat back and observed, slowly losing their patience for the plight playing out in front of them. The bell obnoxiously started ringing from the front of the store, grabbing both Y/N and Robin’s attention from the boys.

“Ahoy Sailors! All hands on deck!” Erica’s bratty voice resounded to the back room. Both of the workers let out a sigh at the thought of serving her especially as she was continuously ringing the bell. Robin leaned over to Y/N and said, “She is small enough.” Y/N’s eyes widened in shock, although the idea was quite literally the most insane thing she heard all day, she didn’t quite hate it either. It could very well work to her advantage. The girls went out into the store front and asked Erica to come to the back room. The explanation took a little less time than they thought, but they knew it was going to take way longer to convince her to go in for them.  They watched as she climbed up the ladder and peered into the duct. She came back down and turned to face the entire group.

“Yeah, I don’t know.”

“What don’t you know?” Y/N asked first, her brother following a second later.

“You don’t know if you can fit?”

“Oh, I can fit. I just don’t know if I want to.”

“Are you claustrophobic?” Robin inquired from the girl. Steve looked beside him towards Y/N, causing them to make a split second worth of eye contact, both clearly showing annoyance of this situation.

“I don’t have phobias.” Erica laughed off Robin’s question.

“Okay, well what’s the problem?”

“The problem is, I still haven’t heard what’s in this for Erica.” Condescension waded through her tone like ducks in a pond.

“Erica, really?” Y/N asked the brutal little girl.

“Yes really, you’re asking me to risk my life, and for what? You’re the only one getting advantages.”

“Erica, I will literally give you as much free ice cream as you want, Right Now, if you go out there and sit in the booth until we figure out what is in this for you.”

“Thank you, Y/N. You’re the only one who seems to care.” Y/N could hear Steve to start doing his breathy laugh, cluing her in to how angry he was becoming, so she reached her hand over and up, just slightly to place her hand on his arm, this got him to stop, just long enough for Erica to leave the room.  Once the door was completely shut again, Y/N dropped her posture to a slouch and mumbled the words, “Fuck me.” To herself before addressing the group once more.

“I vote we just butter her up until she says yes. The worst thing that can happen is she says no and we have to give up.”

“We can’t just give up Y/N! We are the ones who solved this code; don’t you at least want to find out what it is? We could be heroes!” Her brother quickly defended the plan and its honor.

“Yes Dusty, I know we could be heroes, but there’s only so much we can do safely. We need her help, regardless of how rude she can be, so I think we just try to convince her.” The room went silent for a beat before a voice interrupted the silence.

“Y/N’s right.” Steve agreed with his best friend.

“I’ll go start scooping.” Robin said, showing her agreement. The three workers immediately left to go make all of the treats they could use to bribe Erica. They sat down in the booth and slid each and everyone towards her. As Steve slid the final banana split to her, she looked up into his eyes and uttered the demand for more fudge. It took her demanding twice and for a small plea from Y/N for him to actually stand up to go get the small girl more fudge. Within seconds of Steve leaving the table, Robin immediately picks up and starts explaining the plan to Erica.

“Alright, you see this? This is the route you’re gonna take. Then we just wait until the last delivery goes out tonight. Then you knock out the grate, jump down, open the door.”

“Then you find out what’s in the boxes.”

“Exactly!” Y/N agrees optimistically.

“Mm-hmm. And you say this guard is armed.”

“Yes, but he won’t be there.” Dustin says way softer than he was speaking to Y/N a few minutes prior.

“And booby traps?” Erica asks, causing Robin to repeat it questioning what she meant. “Lasers? Spikes in the wall? You know what this half baked plan of yours sounds like to me? Child Endangerment.” She made sure to pronounce it slowly and articulately.

“We’ll be in radio contact the whole time-“Robin said, trying to make it sound safer and more hashed out.

“Ah, ah, ah! Child Endangerment!”

“Erica? Hi…uh…We think these Russians want to do harm to our country. Great harm, don’t you love your country?”

“You can’t spell America without Erica.” She quipped back in response.

“That’s…actually true.” Y/N said dumbfounded before allowing her brother to continue his attempt to convince her.

“SO, don’t do this for us. Do it for your country. Do it for your fellow man. Do this for America…Erica.” He said, completing in a poetic nature. Y/N couldn’t help but roll her eyes at her brother’s attempt to be noble. Clearly, this also hit Erica in the same nature.

“Ooh! I just got the chills! Oh yeah, from this float, not your speech. Know what I love most about this country? Capitalism. Do you know what capitalism is?”

“Obviously we know what that is.” Y/N responded.

“It means this is a free market system, which means people get paid for their services depending on how valuable their contributions are. And it seems to me, my ability to fit into that little vent is very, very valuable to you all. So, you want my help? This USS Butterscotch better be the first of many, and I’m talking free ice cream FOR LIFE.” Y/N sat back while Robin just looked the girl up and down. Y/N looked at her little brother who was just starting at all the ice cream laid out in front of him. Her gaze fell back to the counter where Steve was helping some customers. She admired how even though he should have been included in this deal, he would want them to do whatever they could to help out as many people as they could.

“I can’t guarantee for life necessarily, but I can guarantee free ice cream the entire time I work here.” Y/N finally broke the tension filled surface of the table.

“And I can add on for the entire time I work here, which will probably be longer anyways.” Robin backed Y/N’s end of the deal.

“I said FOR LIFE.” Erica leaned back and crossed her arms. Y/N once again rolled her eyes and let out a sigh.

“Fine, how about this, we each tell one new employee that you get free ice cream whenever we get replaced and that it must be honored by everyone but our boss. That way, as long as employees are here, they know that you get free ice cream. Deal?” Erica pondered it for a second before finally agreeing to it. Y/N excused herself from the table while Robin and Dustin stayed with Erica to go over the plan more in depth. Y/N walked up to the front counter just as Steve was wrapping up with the line of customers.

“Hey Stevie, could I talk to you for a sec?”

“Uh, yeah, of course. Did she agree to do it?” He asked as they passed through the doorway into the back room.

“What?” She asked before realizing that she heard what he asked. “Yeah, she agreed, speaking of we have to give her free ice cream when she comes, for life, apparently.  But that’s beside the point. I just…I really need to know if this is something you are truly okay with going through with. I know Dustin and Robin really want to do it, and I’ll do it if I have to, but I don’t want to drag you into Dustin’s mess,  because I really care about you and I don’t want you, or really any of us getting hurt. I care about you so much Stevie and I am so scared that something bad is gonna be in those boxes. So basically what I’m asking is if you are sure that you want to-“

“Y/N/N?”

“What?”

“Come here.” He opened his arms, which she immediately was wrapped in once she laid her head upon his chest. “ Y/N Henderson, I am doing this if you are doing this. I will not let you go into something potentially dangerous alone. You’re the most important person in my life, okay? Don’t worry about me. I’m right here. I’m gonna be right here.” The girl stayed in his arms for a few seconds, taking in his warmth and his smell and his touch. She cherished moments like these, even though they made her feel so much more confused on where their relationship stood. But in those moments, they kinda felt okay. They felt natural, and peaceful. And that’s exactly what she needed.

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title: tongue tip trip

➳ pairing: harry styles x reader, best friends to lovers trope but a bit different. 

➳ summary: Harry eats edibles and you come to the rescue...despite almost four months of no talking and zero communication. 

➳ warnings: Harry eats edibles, swearing and some fluff, it’s also fan fiction so its ✨unrealistic✨ okay, also its 1AM I wanna sleep 

➳ a/n: I love this one tbh. but please don’t do drugs children 

Jeff hardly ever called you. Even when Harry and you had still be close, him calling you was a rarity. But when he then did, you couldn't help but feel a bit worried at the sign of his user ID flashing up on your phone. This time was no exception, but besides worry there was also surprise and a whole bunch of uncomfortable memories and unsaid words. You hadn't heard from him (or Harry) in weeks. Sure, Jeff and you still sometimes texted a bit, you also were still in good contact with Claire and especially Mitch and you still got along. Harry and you...well, that was a different and longer story.

Harry and you used to be very close friends. Means, helping him what socks to choose before performing-close friends. You had met a year in Harry going solo, you a simple assistant engineer and him the highly praised Popstar. The two of you had quickly bonded over a few glasses of chilled white wine in the humid air of Jamaica and soon your friendship blossomed in the most beautiful ways. Well it did until you, obviously, started to feel a bit more for the singer. Now, that alone wasn't a problem itself, the fact that Harry knew (you had told him after a few weeks of awkward suffering) wasn't either. The problem was that Harry acted like a dick to anyone you brought around, up to the point where you seemingly couldn't ever date again. Of course Harry wasn't a straight up asshole to them, he still had a reputation to maintain, but he knew how to get under their skin. Just toying with their self-confidence and subtly making them feel like the biggest losers. Oh and, the absolute worst part, all whilst having a girlfriend himself. Which eliminated the possibility of him having feeling for you as a reason why he acted like a jerk. And that angered you more and more and it all escalated in a big, nasty and hurtful fight, around four - five months ago. Since then you hadn't talked, texted or seen each other.

It had been a big change of habit not to get up and first check the phone for messages of him, or simply FaceTime him to check up on his schedule. No spending time at cafes or at the studios with him and the rest of the team. Lucky thing you had other jobs running, on other albums and in other studios around Malibu than his.

He was currently recording music at the Shangri-La studios in Malibu, maybe ten minutes from your flat by car. Which had been described as a "lucky and obviously unplanned extra" by Harry himself, followed by a cheeky grin. You had just rolled your eyes, but secretly happy that he had cared about you being near during his writing process. But now it only left a sour aftertaste in your mouth.

With a sigh you pulled the key out of the ignition and picked up the phone. You figured you could also wait in the parking lot for a few more minutes.

"Hello?"

"Sweetheart? Jeff's here..." you hummed softly, leaning back. 

"Hello there Jeff. Everything alright?" you could hear him cough slightly, before he answered with a weird lilt to his tone. He sounded somewhat stressed out. "Yeah, everything's fine...how have you been?" you shrugged lightly, inspecting your nails. 

"Fine. Working and stuff. I guess same for you?" he was quick to agree, again with that weird cough. 

"Everything okay Jeff? Something happened?" you finally asked, tired of his obvious tip toeing around the real issue. He knew that you weren't so stupid to believe that Jeff had just called you to check up on you at five in the afternoon.

"Well not...quite. I - uh...it's because of Harry. Now, listen, I know the two of you did not part in like, the best ways but..." you couldn't help but close your eyes with a slight wince, "...but you've got to believe me, it's an emergency, kinda." You just sighed. 

"Kinda?" he hummed, saying nothing for a few seconds. "Do I need to talk to him?" you asked into the silence. Jeff was quick to say no however. "Uh...rather not, actually." You blinked surprised. 

"Rather not? Is he drunk?" not that this would be a first, Harry being drunk caller by nature. If he was lucky he then would find himself calling someone like Paul, his old bodyguard, few months ago maybe you, just not one of his exes or someone else you probably shouldn't call anyways – especially not drunk. But this time it didn't seemed to be like that, since Jeff answered hesitantly. "Not exactly, no." your frown deepened at his words, feeling slight annoyance creeping up. "Jeffrey! What's the matter? Is he hurt? In an accident? Called his ex? Called Zayn? What is it? Just tell me already!"

Jeff sighed deeply. "He's high." A relieved huff left your lips. That wasn't half as bad, wasn't it? "That's it? Little weed hurts no body, besides I would've been more concerned if he would've drank. Besides, he almost never does weed..." Jeff interrupted you quickly. "Not exactly weed sweetheart. You remember the uh, edibles I told you about, the ones we stored in the fridge..." A deep groan escaped your lips.

"Are you kidding me?" you groaned, shaking your head. "Well no. However, he accidentally bit of his tongue tip, few minutes ago." Your hand dropped from the steering wheel and smashed down and you accidentally honked, immediately getting confused and outraged looks from the cars passing by.

"He did WHAT?" you meant to hear a smile in Jeff's voice, underneath all the layers of just mild concern. "Yeah's a little unfortunate." you just huffed. A little unfortunate, if that's what they decided to call it, then fine. Nonetheless, Harry should probably visit a doctor. "Can he still sing?" you asked, somewhat defeated. The noise behind Jeff increased, you assumed that he was entering the studio again. "Hold on a sec...can you hear him?" And oh how you could hear him.

He was singing, no yelling on top of his voice, trying to outmatch the speakers that were thumping Paul McCartney's "Too Many People", though unmistakably mumbling a little. Just the sound of his voice made your heart clench in pain a little.

"Yeah I can." You mumbled, wishing for Jeff to talk over Harry's voice again. "So his career isn't in danger right? Means I can just..." Jeff sighed deeply, pleadingly. 

"Y/N, please...he needs medical care." You pouted displeased, spinning the car keys in your fingers. "And you cant drive him because...?" this time he definitely laughed. "What do you think? Harry being the only one on drugs?" you shrugged. "You don't sound like you would bite your tongue off..." he just huffed. "That's because I only had a glass of white wine, but never drink and drive..." you let out a loud laugh, starting your car. "Oh sure! And don't mix drugs with alcohol, right?" he chuckled softly. "Course not. We're that responsible, you know." you just hummed unconvinced, sighing again.

"Okay fine. I'll pick him up." Jeff released a long breath before thanking you warmly. "Thank you so much, angel...how long will you take, you think?" your eyes darted from the rear-view mirror to the road behind the parking lot, before you shifted the reverse gear again to leave the parking.

"About 10 minutes? Maybe?" you guessed, eyeing the traffic suspiciously. It wasn't rush-hour just yet, but there were still plenty of cars on the road. "Okay...oh hi Harry." You immediately tensed up, swallowing hard when you heard Harrys deep voice again.

"Who y'takin to?" Harry spoke as if he had a full mouth, trying not spit out its content. "Oh just...Y/N." Jeff answered truthfully. Harry then said something you couldn't quite understand before Jeff ushered him to go away again with the words; "She'll come in a few minutes anyways." It made you swallow heavily; had Harry asked to talk to you? You stopped the thoughts and focused on the road again. "I'll see you in five." And with that you hung up.

❦

Harry and Jeff were already waiting in front of the studio when you pulled up, Harry having a bloody cloth pressed to his mouth. They looked like father and son, right off the principal's office for starting a fight on campus. It almost made you laugh. Then your eyes met and the amusement left your body as quickly as it came. You were not ready to face him again, even after all those months.

"Thank you so much Y/N, I owe you...you good H?" Jeff asked as he opened the passenger door. "Yeh, m'fine, fanks." Harry mumbled, eyes darting up to meet yours, just to look away immediately. "We'll be back soon." You sighed, not yet ready to properly greet Harry. Or look at him, for starters. To be fair, he wasn't doing any better. "Sure. I hope he doesn't bleed on your seats." Jeff joked, well aware of the weird tension. You just shrugged, waving him goodbye. "See you in a few Jeff." Or not, but you didn't know that yet.

The ride was almost completely silent expect for the time where you asked if he was okay and he mumbled a "yeh". The radio was filling the silence and you were glad for it. The songs weren't that good at the moment, you just wanted something to be loud and talking, even if it was just the obnoxious radio host who kept cutting off the songs. That was until "Change" by RM and Wale started to play and you perked up immediately. A happy smile crept on your face as you recognised the tune. You yourself had helped with the song and you proudly acknowledged the credit they gave you. You hadn't expected it to be played over here in America, but you were happy it was. Harry had obviously noticed your change of behaviour and carefully peaked over.

"Y'know tha'shong?" you nodded, momentarily forgetting that Harry and you hadn't interacted the last ten minutes. "Helped write it. With Namjoon, aka. RM and Wale." Harry nodded slowly. "Ish Namjhoon f'om...?" he tried and you nodded. "BTS? Yeah." He just nodded again. The next second Wale already mentioned BTS in his verse and Harry huffed. "Oh."

"I've sheen - seen the pictures of you n'him." you quirked an eyebrow. "Yeah? Well, he was nice." Harry nodded again, another stolen glance into your direction. "Lishten..." he started but you cut him off. You already knew what he was about to say anyways.

"Let's not have this conversation now Harry. Please. Let's talk when there isn't blood gushing from your mouth." He nodded, but his shoulders relaxed a little bit. After all, he was glad you were up to talk, even if it wasn't just right now, but a bit later on. He had time anyways. He peaked over again, taking in the sight of you. Your hair was now longer than last time and your face somehow sharper – maybe you had lost weight. Also, there was a soft frown etched in between your brows, and there wasn't this soft glow you've always carried in your eyes. Long story short: You looked worn out and stressed, and Harry couldn't really tell if it was because you were sat in the same car as he was, or if it had to do with something else that was going on.

"How're ya?" it slowly got painful to speak, the edible was definitely wearing off now, but Harry still tried. He had missed your voice after all, it didn't matter how cold your tone had become. Just at the mentioning of that Namjoon you had sounded more like the Y/N he knew.

"I've been okay. Had lots of work...different countries and continents. S'been a busy few months." You felt unsure as how to talk to him, of you were fully honest. Should you say that you had absolutely hated working in Malibu since the fight? Should you say that you hadn't slept properly because you hated having fights with friends? Especially close friends? He probably knew anyways. Harry always knew somehow.

"I wont ask you about yourself until your tongue is patched up again, though. So you better shut up Styles." He chuckled softly, and the hint of the old Harry and Y/N relationship seemed to spark up again. The last five or so minutes were spent in silence again, but comfortable this time.

❦

Luckily Harry did not go recognised by anyone else than the Doctor. And the doctor probably only realised fully, because she asked for the name. Harry, still not fully functionable, had then looked over to you, expecting you to do the talking. Which made sense, of course, but truth behold, he had just forgotten his middle and last name. And the address of the place he was staying at (the studios) was completely wiped from his memory. He was lucky you were with him. It also turned out that he had completely bit off a few millimetres of tongue, a clean bite. You had almost gaged at those words and Harry had supressed a grin. It meant that Harry needed no stitches (apparently it was sort of possible to stitch a tongue back together), but daily check-ups and cleaning or cleansing of the mouth was mandatory.

"Check the injurie daily for changes in appearance or feel. Wounds in the mouth that are clean and healthy may appear light pink to white." She had started to almost exclusively talk to you, aware of Harry's partly delirious state, giving you all the information you needed to patch him up a bit. You nodded slowly.

"Alright. Just...how do you cleanse the mouth?" The Doctor gave you a kind smile. "Very easy. Rinse the mouth with a saltwater solution after eating to ease pain and keep the wound clean. That is very important, so the wound doesn't infect. The saltwater solution is just one teaspoon of non-iodized salt mixed in one cup of warm water." You nodded slowly. "One last thing: if the colour of the wound changes, starts bleeding again, swells up or you notice a visible deformity, immediately come back. Also, if the pain intensifies and does not improve within two hours of taking over-the-counter pain medication, such as ibuprofen or acetaminophen, have somebody call us, or better come around. That is all we can do right now."

You were almost happy when you could leave the hospital with him, especially because Harry now grew tired and needy. You weren't sure if the disappearing edible had that effect or if you had just forgotten how clingy Harry could get, but you had troubles getting him to let go of your arm and sit into the car. And your deeply hidden and buried feelings for him slowly made an unwanted comeback, and you were not quite excited for that. You should've known that they would come again, after all, you never really got over him in the first place.

Harry insisted on you staying the night. He blabbed something about risk of getting kidnapped and abused at night alone (not entirely wrong, sadly) and him not letting his friend leave at hours that late and also he apparently needed you if something happened again. He just wouldn't admit that he couldn't let you walk out the door because he feared you wouldn't come back. as if you could just do that after today. But whatever it was, you did stay. In one of the three bedrooms of the Studio you had claimed a bed, and even got some spare clothes for sleep from Claire herself. You had called her, asking for them, as they had all already left.

Just when you thought you were done for the day, teeth brushed and dressed in Claires 1975 shirt size XL, you hear a knock on your door. "Come in?" You knew it was Harry, that wasn't the part that surprised you. the part that surprised you, was that it was Harry with a tray and on that tray were cups and kettle and it smelled like camomile tea and honey. And cookies, with chocolate chips even and some grapes.

"Hi." He just whispered, embarrassment written all over his face. "Hi?" you weren't sure how to react to this but quickly patted on the bed next to you. "Wanna sit down? Or wait, sHit down, as you would say it." He giggled softly, before he nodded and carefully sat down opposite of you, balancing the tray carefully between the two of you.

"I figured it would be better to talk now in peace? If you're up to, f'course." You couldn't help the small smile that crept onto your face. "Shure." You mocked his lisp and he huffed at that, swatting his hand into your direction. "Shtop it really hurt." You just rolled your eyes at him, motioning towards the tray between the two of you. "That's very cute by the way. I love camomile tea with honey." He grinned smugly. "I know." The tea steamed softly when he poured it into the cups, his brows furrowed in concentration to not spill it on the sheets. You watched him with a fond look in your eyes. You hadn't been fully aware of how much you had really missed him in all these months. Right now it felt like the feeling was overwhelming and would crush you out of a sudden.

"Everything a'ight?" Harry's concerned voice ripped you from your thoughts and you blinked quickly. Your eyes had started to water and you looked away embarrassed. "Yeah...guess I just missed you." his eyes immediately went soft, and he set the cups down on the tray. 

"I missed ye too." He said, sounding a bit helpless. You cleared your throat, shaking your head quickly. 

"Okay so what happened that day; Harry I want to sincerely apologise. What I said went too far." He just smiled softly. "I should've went first. S'my fault after all, let's not beat around the bushes. I am sh-sorry. I shouldn't've said all those things, it was truly horrible. You're not clingy, you don't ever bothered me and also, the men you brought around weren't all dicks. And yes I did ruin it purposely." He couldn't even look at you anymore, shame so obvious in his face and voice and body language. "It's fine...I could've dated anyone anyways that time." You tried softly, swallowing down the "Still can't, believe me, I tried." He just shook his head. "No, really Y/N, that was extremely hurtful and inappropriate and I was the biggest...dick to do all that. I am so sorry. You had all right on earth to walk out like that. and to call me a heartless, self-absorbed douche, I guess I deserved that...that and all the other things you called me." that did make you laugh a bit.

"Arrogant son of a bitch? That one?" he grinned softly. "Exactly that one. I uh, used that, by the way. In a song, I hope you don't mind." Your eyebrows shot up at that. "You called yourself an arrogant son of a bitch?" He nodded sheepishly. "An arrogant shon of a bitch who can't admit that he is shorry, and I quoted that." you laughed now, loudly. "Bit harsh, innit?" he shrugged, coquettishly raising the tea cup to his lips. "Heard it from shomewhere." You just hummed softly, lifting your cup as well.

A deep sigh rose your chest as you looked at him again, that bright flicker in his eyes again, that lopsided smirk he wore so well. You knew that your crush was back on fully, but right now you didn't even minded it. Harry gave you a small smile, the mischief slowly draining from his green eyes. he seemed to catch on to that shift of your emotions and carefully placed his cup down on the tray, before then carefully placing the tray on the floor and opening his arms. 

"C'mere?" you did, immediately.

And for the first time in months you could fully relax. Surrounded by Harry's scent in Harry's arm and listening to Harry's heartbeat. Completely absorbed and surrounded by everything you loved. "Sorry." You mumbled into the fabric of his shirt, feeling how his arms tightened around you. "Me too. I fucking misshed you." you chuckled softly. "Misshed you too, shon of a bitch." His laughter sent vibrations through your body.

"About that Korean dude..." Harry suddenly asked, making your peak up to him. "Namjoon? What about him?" he cleared his throat. "Just...did you like, date or something?" you grinned softly. 

"Pretty sure he had something going on with a girl the time I was over there. Maybe he still has. Why? You wanna scare him off again?" he just laughed. "I don't do that anymore. I was just...curious you know. You've always had a thing for these Korean men." You grinned softly.

"Are you now talking Stray Kids or Bangtan or EXO or GOT7..." Harry groaned, "so what. You got something to say about that?" he shook his head. "Course not." You hummed. "And what do you mean, I don't do that anymore? Why did you even do it, like in the first place?" Harry sighed very deeply at that.

"I guess because...okay, promise you listen to the end and don't get upset with me too much, yeah?" you frowned, a bit mentally preparing yourself for whatever was about to follow. 

"Okay? Promised."

"Alright, now...I think I couldn't just...let you be and date who you want because I am a very selfish person? I know I know, you probably think: but selfish about what and I can only confess...probably you? No, not probably, I am sure." The words were bubbling out of him as if someone flipped a switch and now he couldn't stop anymore. "I couldn't see you date someone else and...give them all of your attention. And I know, I myself was in a relationship during that time, I know, but I just...I can't describe it." Your eyes grew wider and wider with every hasty rambled sentence and your lips were slightly parted. "It was as if was...jealous, which is weird because I wasn't into you then, no offense please, I mean I had a girlfriend..." 

"Hold on, what do you mean, wasn't into you then?" you cut him off and Harry literally froze. His eyes went wide with realisation and his mouth opened, as if he would try to reply something; but there was no sound. All he could think of, was one word, all in capital letters and blinking red: fuck.

"I uh, did I say then?" you clicked with your tongue, an amused grin flitting over your face. 

"You did." A blush now covered his cheeks and he cleared his throat eagerly. You moved away from his embrace to get a better look at the man sitting in front of you. 

"You did say then. Something changed?" your tone was joking but hidden beneath the layers of sarcasm there was a flicker of something else...hope.

"I...I mean I don't...would it be like...do you still feel the same?" you didn't immediately answered, trying to process what you were hearing. After weeks of pinning and then months of not talking at all, he was confessing – or somewhat confessing – that there was a chance that he now actually liked you back? How was that even possible?

Harry however read your silence as something else than confusion and being overwhelmed with the situation. His face fell from nervous to disappointed and hurt, though he tried to mask those emotions quickly. "Which is of course fine and like, obviously you don't, I mean..." he spoke, and it wasn't entirely clear if he was talking to you or himself.

"I didn't even answer H." you mumbled, tilting your head. "Of course you di- wait what do you mean?" there was this same spark of hope in his voice as there had been in your voice. "If I told you, that nothing changed, what would that mean?" you breathed after a second of hesitation and staring into his wide eyes, filled with fear, nervousness, hope and...vulnerability. At your words there was a small smile that started to tug on his lips, like a light igniting his eyes. 

"It would mean that I...uhm, I would then shoot my shot?" you couldn't help it.

"Was that hard to say?" he blinked confused. "Shoot your shot..." you teased and he groaned loudly. "Oh hush, you are unbearable." You giggled, winking obnoxiously. "You decided to eat those edibles. Also, I am worth a shot, no?" he huffed, leaping forwards to pull you back into his arms. "Oh definitely..." you grinned up at him before your breath hitched in your throat at the realisation of his sudden closeness. Eyes flickering to his lips you just waited. But when he leaned in you cleared you throat softly, making him halt. "Before you do that...just please tell me why now." He never moved back just pressed his lips together for a second, thinking of the right choice of words. "In those month where we didn't talk, I had a lot, and I mean a lot of time to think and reflect about the whole situation. About you, about how I felt about you and your partners, how your confession had changed the way I saw or felt certain things...also, Jeff's talked a lot with me about it. The fight and stuff. And then when I saw you again I just...knew? I don't know..." you cut him off with a short nod. 

"Okay that's good, now kiss me please." He just laughed before finally, finally closing the gap between the two of you.

And your lips on his made him feel better, lighter and higher than any fucking edible could've ever made him feel.

here are flowers for u, if u rly read this ily 💐💐💐

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i think it’s time (for me to rest) - b.b

Pairing: none this just 2.5k of Bucky

Word count: 2.5k ish

Summary: after a battle, Bucky finds something that’ll change the course of his whole life.

A/N: started this literally months ago, finished it within the past two days and it’s literally my favorite thing that I’ve ever written. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do!

The battle had finally ended and all Bucky Barnes wanted to do was get back to the tower. He’d just started an episode of Stranger Things when they’d gotten the call to assemble and he wanted to get back and finish it. He’d ended up all the way across town from the Tower, so he was about to text Tony to send him a ride when he heard what sounded like a baby crying. He’d thought that he was the only person on the street, with everyone else having fled at the sight of the latest monster, so hearing another person, especially a baby was pretty weird.

The crying was so faint that he’d never have been able to pick it before the serum. Luckily, his enhanced hearing lead him straight to a car that’d been flipped upside down during the fight. At first, he couldn’t see the source of the sound, just the car and a woman who was almost definitely dead. The closer he got to the two, the louder crying got. So the only place the kid could he was under the car.

Bucky crouched down to try and get a closer look and just as he thought, the baby was trapped underneath the car. Luckily it didn’t seem to be hurt, just stuck, so he lifted up the car using his metal arm and pulled the baby out from underneath with the other. Getting back up, he cradled the child against his chest and took another look at the woman on the floor. She must’ve been the kid’s mom, but it wasn’t like he could bring her back to life to give her back her kid.

The baby was wearing a little blue dress, and had a bow in their hair, so Bucky assumed that it was a girl. Her sobs had lulled to just whimpers as he stroked her head and murmured, “it’s okay, it’s gonna be okay, shh…”

He didn’t really know what to do with the girl, but he couldn’t exactly leave her alone, so he decided to take her back to the tower with him and see if he could find another one of her relatives. The woman had her purse on the ground next to her, so before leaving, Bucky went through it and found her wallet. He figured that having her ID would help Tony to find the rest of the girls’ family.

Satisfied that the rest of the area was clear, he called Tony to send them a ride. He didn’t want to drop the baby, so he balanced the phone between his ear and shoulder.

“Barnes?” came Tony’s voice through the phone, “Where are you? Fight’s been over for like half an hour, you lose your phone or something?”

“I didn’t lose my phone—I found a baby—her mom is dead, so I’m bringing her back with me,” he explained, “gonna need a car though, can’t really walk the streets with a little girl.”

“I got you Barnes, there’s a car waiting for you just around the block, I’ll see you when you get here.”

At this point, the baby had stopped crying completely and seemed to be fascinated by his metal arm, poking at it and giggling.

One of Bucky’s favorite things about the future was the technology. He was excited by everything from the microwave to the latest tech that Tony cooked up in his lab. Like the driverless car that he’d sent to pick them up.

He didn’t know where it came from, but somehow he knew exactly how to hold the little girl. When he’d just been defrosted, Steve had told him that he’d had sisters back in the 40’s, but he didn’t remember much about them. There wasn’t a car seat, and she couldn’t sit up by herself so he couldn’t exactly strap a seatbelt across her chest, so he held the baby close to him, instinctively rubbing small circles into her back to soothe her. By the time they’d gotten to the garage in the tower basement, she’d fallen asleep, probably tired out from all the crying.

Getting out of the car, he saw Steve waiting for him by the elevators. “Hey Buck!” called Steve from the other side of the room, “Is that the kid?”

“Yeah, quiet down a bit though, she’s sleeping” he said smiling down at the baby in his arms. The two men walked into the elevator, which took them up to the Avenger’s floors of the tower.

As they walked into the living room Steve turned to him, “You wanna drop her off in your room?” he asked, gesturing at the baby as they walked towards the debriefing room.

“Good idea, it can get pretty loud, and poor thing’s already been through enough today. She doesn’t need to face the team on top of it.”

The two parted ways, with Steve going into the meeting room and Bucky continuing on towards his bedroom. He set the little girl down in the middle of his bed, and made a cocoon out of some of his extra blankets. He had to dig out some of the extra soft ones that Tony bought him when he’d first moved into the tower. Satisfied that she wouldn’t roll over and fall out of the bed, he asked Friday let him know if she woke up while he was gone.

He couldn’t figure out what it was, but the more time he spent with her, the more he wanted to protect her. For someone who’d spent so long as a murder machine, it was nice to know that he still had the ability to feel protective of another person. Sure he loved Steve, but that was brotherly love, and he definitely didn’t need his protection anymore.

He walked into the meeting room and sat down in his usual seat, between Sam and Tony. Steve was standing at the front of the room and once the last person filed in he started to speak, “Okay! Does anyone want to start us off?”

“It was pretty much a regular battle, nothing special really,” said Sam.

“I don’t know if Barnes would agree with you there,” interjected Tony, being one of the two other Avengers who knew about the baby.

“Uh yeah,” he began, “I found a kid stuck under a car.”

“A kid?” asked Natasha.

“Well—more like a baby really—I heard her crying on my way back here, her mom was dead so I brought her back here,” he explained, looking to see how the rest of the team would react.

“You brought a baby to the tower?” asked Bruce, “You know how dangerous it is here? She could be in serious danger.”

“She’s asleep in my room, how much danger could she possibly be in? Plus it’s safer here than under a car,” replied Bucky. “Anyways, I picked up the mother’s wallet so we can use the ID to find her family.”

The others pitched in with their opinions on Bucky’s decision to bring the baby back to the tower, but before the conversation could get too heated, Steve interjected, “I think we’re done here,” he announced. “Sam was right, nothing special happened—other than the baby of course—but nothing the whole team needs to concern themselves with, everyone but Bucky and Tony is dismissed.”

Once everyone was gone, Tony began to speak, “If you give me the ID I can have Friday run it. I’ll also have her order some clothes and other baby shit.”

“Sounds like a plan,” said Steve.

Bucky nodded in agreement, “While you do that, I’m gonna go back to my room to stay with the baby.” He didn’t like leaving her alone for too long, even if she was asleep and under Friday’s watch.

In his bedroom, the baby was still sound asleep, looking as if she hadn’t even moved. Bucky had nothing he really needed to do, well other than his mission report, but that could be done some other time. He was pretty tired, so he decided to take a nap.

While changing into more comfortable clothes, he figured that the kid would probably feel better if she was wearing something cleaner, so he took out his smallest t-shirt. Being careful not to wake her up, he unbuttoned the little dress and slipped it off her, putting his shirt on instead.

Satisfied, he climbed into bed, instinctively pulling the little girl close to his chest. He must’ve been more tired than he thought, because he quickly fell asleep, his last thoughts being that he hoped Tony could find out the baby’s name, because he was getting a little tired of referring to her as “the kid” in his head.

He woke up to the sound of crying. It was only a couple of hours later, and the kid was awake. Luckily, Bucky was a pretty light sleeper, so he was awake right away. He was going to ask Friday what to do about the baby, but as soon as he picked her up she quieted down, wrapping one of her tiny fingers around his larger one. His heart began to race and it was then that he knew he was so gone for her already, and he didn’t even know her name yet.

He was running his fingers through the dark wisps of her hair when he heard a knock at the door. “Come in!” he called, not bothering to get out of bed.

Tony walked into his room and announced, “Thanks to Friday, I know everything about this little one, from her birthday to her social security number!”

“That’s great man, does she have any family?” Bucky didn’t know what he wanted the answer to his question to be. Logically he knew she’d be better off with people actually related to her, but there was a part of him that never wanted to let her go.

“Unfortunately, it was just Rebecca and her mom, meaning now she’s all alone—”

“Wait a second. Did you say Rebecca?” A million years ago he had a sister named Rebecca.

“—yeah that’s her name. So as I was saying, she’ll probably go into the system; she’s young though, so she’ll probably be adopted quickly.

Something about that didn’t sit right with Bucky. He knew orphanages were nothing like the way they were when he was younger, but he didn’t feel right even thinking about the possibility of a little girl with his sister’s name getting lost in the system. “What if—what if I kept her?”

Tony paused, taking in what Bucky had just suggested, “You know you can’t take care of a baby and be an Avenger at the same time,” he said slowly

“What if I don’t want to be an Avenger anymore?” And he didn’t anymore, he hadn’t for a while now really. Over 60 years of fighting was enough, he just wanted to rest.

Tony did a double take, “I’m sorry what?”

“I’ve just—uh—I’ve been fighting for so long you know? And I don’t know if that’s really what I want to do with the rest of my life. I haven’t talked about this to anyone but Steve, but finding this little girl who just happens to share a name with my sister has to be some kind of sign.” He felt like it was the universe giving him a way out, not that he really needed one. If he really wanted to retire, he knew he’d have the support of everyone that mattered behind him.

“Hey man, if you’re serious about this, I’ll do whatever I can to help you out,” said Tony, basically voicing Bucky’s thoughts. “I know the rest of the Avengers will too.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m gonna think it all through tonight, and I’ll tell the team at breakfast tomorrow I guess.”

“Whatever you want Bucky, we’re behind you,” he reiterated, getting up to leave the room. “I think the clothes I ordered are here, I’ll have one of the bots bring them up here, along with some food.”

“Thanks Tony, I really appreciate it.” He was talking about more than the clothes and food, and he knew that Tony what he meant.

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The next morning he puts Rebecca in a dress with little Captain America shields on it and brings her down to breakfast with him. The rest of the team are already there, which was great because then he’d only have to make his announcement once.

They were preoccupied with their own conversations, but when he stood at the top of the table and cleared his throat, their attention went to him. “I have an announcement to make. I’ve really enjoyed my time as a part of this team, and I’ll always be grateful to you guys for accepting me the way you did after Steve brought me back, but I think it’s time for me to move on.”

“Is this because of the kid?” interrupted Sam.

“It’s not. I’ve been thinking about this for a while now, she was just the final push to really make a decision. I’m tired of fighting,” he smiled down at the baby in his arms, “I think it’s time for me to rest.”

“That’s great Buck,” said Steve, with the others piping up to agree with him.

As Bucky took his seat at the table, Rebecca took ahold of his finger once again and began to giggle. The love that swelled up in his heart was confirmation enough that he’d definitely made the right decision.

fin.

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The Joker x Reader- “The Work Wife” Part 6

You’ve been working for The Joker for the past 10 years: you speak and act for him and no matter the circumstances, Y/N is always there to take care of everything he needs.  The King of Gotham might not be married, yet he has a perfect partner: his work wife.

Starts HERE

After 1 Month

The Joker circles the warehouse, inspecting the boxes and crates full of ammo and smuggled goods received with last night’s shipment.

“Hmm…” he eyeballs a decorative vase engraved with gold and silver, wondering if the extravagant object should become part of his collection at The Penthouse. His cell start vibrating and J takes it out of pocket, impatient to hear about his wife’s routine checkup:

“ ‘ello,” he kicks two packages out of the way.

“Hi,” you greet your spouse. “Just got out of my appointment; the doctor said all seems fine. He ordered some lab tests to make sure my blood levels are within the normal range; I should get the results in about 3 days.”

“That’s awesome!” he grumbles while bending over to grab some papers scattered on the floor. “I’m glad you’re ok, I should have come also for moral support.”

Y/N smiles at the confession, choosing not to disclose it makes her happy:

“You have to sort out the cargo; the buyer will be there shortly.”

“Yeah, but this could have waited.”

Your smile gets wider as J fumbles around with several items. 

“Tell you what: I’ll finish up some stuff here and I’ll drive to pitch in.”

The King of Gotham wouldn’t normally decline yet he’s actually worried after everything that happened.

“Nope, I want you to rest; you’ve been too active lately and you need to slow down. Why are you giggling?” he smacks his lips, displeased four trunks look like they’ve been tampered with.

“Nothing in particular,” the bubbly Y/N keeps the best for last.

“I’ll see you home; I found something I don’t like,” The Joker grunts as the heavy lid is lifted from one of the containers. “Stay put and relax!” he orders and you nonchalantly drop the bomb:

“Maybe I will,” and after a small pause: “Oh! By the way, I was given green light for sex.”

“ ‘kay, see you in a couple of hours,” J struggles with the box and waits for your long “Byeeeeee” before hanging up. A few seconds into his task and it hits.

“Holy shit!” he exhales and holds his breath, startled. “Jesus!!” he abandons the precious merchandise, running towards the exit. “Froooossst!!!” he gets his henchman’s assistance. “Take over!!”

“Yes sir!” Jonny emerges from one of the SUV’s parked inside, not understanding why his boss is in a hurry. “Anything wrong?”

“No!!! I have a personal emergency!!” The Joker shouts and pushes the heavy metal door to the side, wishing he was already at his destination.

*************

J enters the code on the pin pad and he is granted access into your apartment. He went to The Penthouse first: you weren’t there and he figured you must be on the 29th floor. He storms inside and rushes towards the bedroom when his enthusiasm is abruptly halted by no other than Jonathan Crane coming out of the kitchen.

Scarecrow almost drops the fresh coffee mug you brewed for him; The Clown Prince of Crime was certainly not informed you had company. Doesn’t matter though, he’s not one to be embarrassed by his current situation:

“May I help you Crane?” a high and mighty J sassily blurs out wearing nothing but his birthday suit.

“I doubt it,” Jonathan is quick to respond. “I dropped by to bring you extra ampules of Liquid Dream like you wanted and pain killers refill for Y/N in case she needs more.”

You suddenly pop up from behind Scarecrow, not being able to stop the question:

“Why are you naked?!”

The Joker opens his mouth because he has a cool explanation, yet the guest doesn’t care about it.

“I think I should bail,” he smirks as he passed by J. “I’m taking the cup, I’ll bring it back next time,” he announces and can’t contain a smartass remark: “Nice attire.”

Your husband bitterly growls and as always, you have to be the catalyst for a better outcome:

“Thank you, Jonathan!”

Scarecrow waves without adding extra comments, 100% positive you’ll burst out laughing as soon as he vacates the premises.  

And he’s correct.

“Oh my God,” you snicker since you didn’t expect such a funny coincidence to unfold within today’s schedule. “That was hilarious!” the amused Y/N finds herself in The Joker’s arms moments after Jonathan’s departure. “Where are your clothes?!” you kiss him and he yanks at your waist, purring.

“The jacket and shirt in the car, pants and boxers in the elevator,” he admits while guiding you towards the couch in the living room. “The socks and shoes are somewhere on the hallway.”

“I was wondering when you’ll realize about the news I shared,” you whisper in his ear as he takes off your summer dress, aroused.

The two bodies plunge on the sofa, Y/N enjoying the intimacy as much as he does:

“J… … J…” you cling to him when his left hand slips in your bikini.

“Mmm? Does something hurt?” The Joker pecks the tip of your nose, ready to quit if you say yes.

“No… it’s not that,” the seriousness in your voice makes him pay attention.

Maybe you shouldn’t bring up the past in these circumstances; here it comes anyway:

“If the Las Vegas events repeat themselves… I won’t forgive you again,” you stare in his eyes without blinking. “I won’t return… ”

The Joker is silent and you wonder what’s going on in his mind; it’s not a secret he was miserable after being abandoned in the City of Lights due to his despicable conduct.

“They won’t.”

“Are you sure?” the doubt in your tone forces him to reveal:

“I’m sure because it felt horrible when you weren’t around.”

You caress J’s hair and remind him you won’t compromise for less than his total commitment:

“You’re either mine or you’re not, ok?...”

“I’m yours,” he grumbles and it’s not very difficult since the woman asking is no casual fling but the only one he ever wanted to marry for reals. “I want the special treatment,” the immediate request makes you snort: it’s so like him to articulate crap like this in the middle of a serious discussion. 

“Do you?!”

“Yes!!” The Joker nibbles on your neck and underlines his affliction: “I’ve been so horny I’m not sure how I still function; I behaved though, I swear!” he’s fast to emphasize while pulling on your bra strap. “You know why?” J throws the question out there, aware the statement will please his wife. “I tolerate you… even if you’ve been nagging me for almost 12 years.”

“Careful,” you admonish. “Uttering such words makes you sound like you’re in love.”

“God forbids! You think so?!” the painful grimace on his face prompts more teasing from your part:

“Yeap, no cure for this terrible disease.”

Your bra ends up on the floor and he’s not content with the epilogue.

“I’m screwed then.”

“Noooot yet,” you wink and his purring intensifies when your teeth sink into his shoulder. “We’re getting there.”

************

Same morning, 11:47am

“There you are!” J exclaims discovering you on the terrace. “You disappeared on me Y/N: I thought you said we’ll have lunch,” the hyper spouse recalls. “What’s wrong?” he frowns seeing you wiping your tears and doesn’t stress the lack of an answer when he notices the ultrasound picture. The Joker quietly sits by you on the swing, kissing your scared cheek in the process. “You ok?”

“U-hum,” you nod. “I wish I didn’t have the miscarriage, you know?...” your bottom lip quivers while placing the image in your robe’s pocket. “I really wanted a baby…”

“My poor old girl…” he sighs and doesn’t expect you to agree.

“I am old!” you keep sobbing and he squeezes you closer to him. “It was probably my last chance to have a child and I blew it!”

The King of Gotham sucks at cheering; he attempts nevertheless:

“Mmmm… You’re supposed to say you’re not old and then I reply that you are old for my standards, which should prompt you to fight back and highlight my standards are crap. Am I to carry on these sort of conversations meant for two by myself now?!” he huffs. “People will think I’m crazy!”

You snort at his monologue and it’s the perfect opportunity to make it clear your opinion is unchanged:

“Your standards are crap!”

“There you are,” the delighted Joker reckons. “I got nervous for a moment,” he chuckles and you elbow him, smiling through tears. “What about we eat something and then we can plan our location for the honeymoon we didn’t get to enjoy?”

J’s plan is working: the little surprise proposition is distracting Y/N and she carefully weighs in his sentences.

“Would you like to elope?” he pushes for a decision and you play with your wedding ring, mumbling:

“I don’t wanna go to Vegas.”

“No Vegas!” he’s fast to consent. “Where to then?”

“Well…” you sniffle, “…what about Reno? We could stay at Solaris Casino; Mark Nessi would accommodate us.”

“He would. If we pack and leave, we can make it there by 7:30-ish pm.”

“You want to leave today?! What about your meetings? You actually have one tomorrow.”

“Meh, Frost can postpone them,” The Joker dismisses your concerns. “I vote we bail and have fun, hm?” he lifts your chin up. “Let’s get the hell out of here, yes?” the impatient Clown wiggles next to you.

“OK…” Y/N elects to grant his plea because escaping town couldn’t have a better timing: it will be nice to spend time together and try to get over the disappointment of his past mistake.

**************

Reno, 8:42pm

You and The Joker are strolling towards the gambling area, excited to have made it here an hour ago. The traffic wasn’t bad and you took turns driving, that’s why you had dinner first and then changed clothes in order to enjoy the night properly.

“I liked the lobster,” you pull at his arm since he’s distrait. “How was your stake?” you seek to chat when he suddenly opens the door to one of the storage closets and shoves you inside. You get trapped against the wall as J claims his special request for the evening.

“I want the special treatment,” he growls and you smirk.

“You didn’t do anything to earn it! This morning I made an exception because it’s been weeks since we had sex. Don’t let my lenience trick you!”

“Don’t nag me!” J cuts you off. “This backless red dress of yours is doing things to me so I want the special treatment,” he slides his arms around your waist.

“Surrounded by shampoo bottles and toilet paper?!”

“It’s quite sexy,” The Joker grins and you compromise a tiny bit:

“I’ll only do the first part! That’s it! I want to go and play poker.”

His face comes close to yours and you start kissing every inch of it, ogling the door instead of paying attention to him.

“You’re not doing it right!” your husband complains. “You’re supposed to look at me!”

You switch your concentration and keep staring in his eyes, abandoning the project when you consider it done.  

“Where are you going?” J stops your movement. “Thanks to you I can’t walk now,” he lifts up your short dress and you dodge his touch, opening the door in order to escape.

“Of course you can! Come on, stop sulking,” you drag him out and he follows, bickering at your indifference.

“You’re mean!” The Joker admonishes and you intertwine his fingers with yours, guiding him in the direction of the VIP room.  

“No, I’m not,” you defend your actions. “I’ve been around you for so many years that those blue eyes and long lashes don’t have any powers over me,” Y/N teases. “I’m immune.”

“Bullshit!” he mutters and you steal a kiss, inviting him to enter the poker room.

“Do you want to sit by the bar?” you point and J doesn’t oppose the choice. “I’m getting a cocktail. Grape juice?”

“No,” he pouts and makes himself comfortable while you fetch your drink.

“Hello Mister Joker,” one of the dolled-up girls swiftly pops up at the table. “I didn’t see you in forever!”

“I’ve been busy,” he avoids the subject and barks when she tries to collapse on the chair next to his. “This seat’s taken!”

“Oh,” she straightens her back. “By whom?!” the envious Ella inquires.

Did another girl get to him first?! It’s common knowledge he’s generous with his flings and she can’t believe another will cash in the benefits.

“My wife,” he taps his fingers on the table, annoyed the interrogation continues.

“You got married Mister Joker?!” the woman doesn’t hide her astonishment: it’s not that his nuptials were broadcasted on the news. Plus… he’s a very weird man, totally not husband material.

“A few months ago,” he sneers and she’s not smart enough to take the hint.

“Who did you marry Mister Joker?” she giggles, more and more convinced he’s bluffing: The King of Gotham is probably messing around to make her jealous.

“My best friend and main nagger,” J bitterly mentions. “Isn’t this what people do? Marry their best friends?”

“You almost got me Mister Joker,” she laughs at his strange acknowledgement, reassured he’s messing with her: an individual like him would pronounce such nonsense only to initiate flirting.

“Excuse me!” you bump into her on purpose, aware why she’s there. “I got you grape juice on ice,” you place the glass in front of your spouse and he opens his mouth in amazement.

“I was literally about to order this! How did you know I changed my mind?!”

“Best friends know,” you bend to kiss him and J pouts, annoyed you overheard his childish affirmation.

��You have such a cool tattoo on your back!” Ella exclaims. “Is that Japanese?”

Y/N turns in her chair, confused to notice the lady is still standing behind them.

“Yes.”

“What does it say?”

You take a deep breath, fed up by her unwanted presence.

“It says that if you don’t get lost, I’ll make sure your body is never found again! And if it’s eventually found, it surely won’t be identifiable!!”

You reprise your position at the poker table, patiently waiting for the dealer to finish handing out the cards.

“I’m so hot and bothered,” J brushes his lips on yours. “Your attitude begs for my undivided eagerness to peel you out of this dress,” he lustfully glares at your cleavage.“What do you say we leave and have a party on our own? We can play strip poker in the honeymoon suite.”

“We just got here minutes ago,” you fix a rebel strand of hair then whisper: “Table seven, white shirt guy.”

“Do you ever take vacations?” The Joker grinds his teeth, nonchalantly gazing at your suspicious target.

“I like to mix business with pleasure,” you wink and accidentally spill a little bit of your cocktail on his pants. “Oops, pardon me; I assume you have to come with me if you need help stepping out of your wet garment.”

“As that old Arkham report specifies: I need all the help I can get,” The Clown reveals to an amused Y/N, excited she’s receptive to his innuendos.

**************

You emerge from the walk-in closet in your skimpy purple lace attire and The Joker gasps, enticed at the view.

“Oh my God! Com’ere!” he gestures for your company and you crawl in bed, pushing aside the items scattered on the sheets:

“What’s with the shampoo bottles and toilet paper rolls?!”

“I’m attempting to recreate the seductive atmosphere in the storage room, maybe it can convince you to continue the special treatment.”

“You don’t give up, do you?” you scoff and straddle his lap, conflicted if you should grant his wish.

“I usually don’t… Are you gonna help like you promised and take off my pants?” J gropes you and the knock at the door interrupts your answer.

“Room service!”

“Did you order from the menu?” you ask and your husband purrs:

“More champagne.”

“Maybe our new friend has arrived,” you wink, hopping out of bed.

“Why don’t we find out?” The Joker spanks your butt as you cover your body with the bathrobe.

Y/N grabs the bottle of champagne from the ice bucket and hides around the corner while he shouts:

“Come in!”

The waiter pushes in the rolling cart in the middle of the lobby, greeting his grouchy customer:

“Hi Mister Joker, would you like one bottle or two?”

“One!”

You creep beyond him and smash the glass against his skull; the man falls on his knees and you take advantage of his dizziness to switch him face up: it is the guy from table seven!

“Who send you?” you ferociously punch him and he struggles to escape when The King’s gun ends up one inch away from his temple. “Who send you?” Y/N shrieks and she’s so absorbed into her job she can’t discern the mesmerized Joker staring at her. It’s not that he didn’t see you in action before, but it finally clicked:

It sure pays off being married to your work wife!

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Intensify ~ Monsta X Shownu

Pairing: Female reader X Shownu

Genre: Angst, Smut(ish)

Warnings: None to note

Words: 1.6K

[Masterlist]

A/N: This one-shot is based on a request from an anonymous reader. I haven't been active lately because I haven’t been feeling all too well, but I will try and write more content for all my loyal readers :D. I Don’t really feel like writing smut right now so ya’ll can use your own imagination.

You and your partner Sohn Hyun-woo had been tracking a serial killer that was currently active in Seoul for the past two months, without much success, but now you had gotten a tip about his whereabouts. The both of you were not planning on sitting around and you decided not to waste any time and pay the serial killer a visit.  While in the car towards the location，you and him talked over the plan once more. 

‘Ok, so you will break down the front door, then he will probably try and flee out of the back door, where I will be waiting,’ Hyun-woo says, securing the belt that holds his taser and his gun. ‘Yes that is the plan, indeed,’ you respond keeping your eyes fixated on the road in front of you. You have left the highway far behind and the hardened road has turned into a mere dirt path. If you squint your eyes you can see the vague outline of a building in the distance. What will the two of you encounter when entering that building, you think to yourself, a bit nervous since this is a serious case you’re dealing with.  ‘What will you do when he comes your way?’ the serious voice of your partner breaks your internal conversation. ‘I will wait and see if he is weaponed, if so, and he pulls a weapon, I will taser him.’ Hyun-woo nods pleased with your quick and correct answer. Since you don’t work for the Seoul Criminal Justice department for very long, you are not allowed to work with heavy guns. Part of you is relieved that you are not allowed to use it, part of you is a bit scared that you do not have anything other than a taser to protect yourself. 

As the car nears the building, your nerves grow inside, you can barely swallow anymore and you feel like all your senses are on hyperalert. Suddenly you feel a big, warm hand on your knee, startling you a bit. ‘Don't be so jumpy, Y/N. It will all be fine.’ You briefly throw a look towards your partner, catching his eye, a warm feeling floods through your body. You have had these strange, confusing feelings towards him since the day you met him, but your professionalism forbids you from paying attention to these feelings. 

You park the car about three-hundred meters away from the building, hidden from view by a group of trees, you will travel the last bit by foot, not risking being seen by the culprit. The key to your visit is the surprise. Slowly the both of you walk towards the building, Hyun-woo softly touching your hand, a reassuring gesture. 

With all your might, you kick down the front door of the building, making as much noise as you can, after you have gotten your sign from Hyun-woo. ‘POLICE!’ you yell into the dark hallway. Slowly you walk into the building, holding your taser and a flashlight in front of you. The building smells awful, and it doesn’t look like as if someone has taken their residence inside. Your gut feeling tells you that there is something off. Slowly, warily you continue searching the building. At the end of the hallway there is a door, slightly opened. A vague light comes through the door, he must have been inside that room, fled as soon as you entered. You carefully open the door, not noticing the chain reaction you are starting by moving the door. You walk further into the room, pinpointing that this has to have functioned as living room, as well as kitchen. 

‘Y/N YOU MUST GET OUT OF THERE N-...’ you hear Hyun-woo scream into the headset, but at the same moment there happens so much that you can’t take notice of it all, let alone flee the room. The movement of the door had knocked over a glass of water, starting a chemical reaction, leading towards the place that had served as the kitchen, exploding, making the instable roof collapse. You fall down in the position that you have learned during training. Your knees on the ground, as well as your hands, body folded over your knees, arms and hands protecting your head, but it is a futile attempt to save yourself, you think to yourself as the roof collapses on top of you. 

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‘Y/N!’ 

You hear a vague yelling as you slowly open your eyes. There is a lot of dust in the air and you are not able to move. ‘Hyun-woo...’ your throat is clogged with smoke and dust and your voice is barely above a whisper. Soon you feel some weight being lifted off of your body. ‘Y/N, are you there? Can you hear me? Are you ok?’ You can distinguish the fear and panic in Hyun-woo’s voice. 

‘I’m here, I think I am ok.’ 

After a minute or so you can see some light and you can move your body, pushing the rest of the roof off of yourself. Immediately Hyun-woo picks you up, holding you carefully as he runs out of the burning building. Once safe in the car he turns towards your body, checking for serious injuries, but besides a cut on your head and a couple of bruises you are, thankfully, fine. ‘Jesus, you scared me to death...’ Hyun-woo is barely able to form a coherent sentence, his face fear-stricken, his hear disheveled. ‘I am fine, let’s go get out of here before more explodes.’ 

During the drive back to the base the Seoul Criminal Justice is located in, Hyun-woo can’t help but check up on you every five minutes. Your heart flutters at his concern, but your brain quickly shuts the feeling down. After arriving at the base, you are checked up on quickly. It is not necessary for you to visit the hospital, but you need to be checked during the night to make sure you don’t have a concussion, so it is agreed upon that you will stay the night at the base, together with Hyun-woo. He has to check up on you every 2 hours. 

You agree, only because Hyun-woo is staying with you. The thing you actually want is to go home, take a warm shower and crawl under your warm duvet, sleeping until you wake up the next day, but instead, you have to sleep in the hard, uncomfortable beds of the base, using the cold shower. 

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After everyone has left the base, and you and Hyun-woo are the only two left, you decide that you will go ahead and take a shower. As the cold water pours down on your sore body you shiver. You would have given anything for a warm shower, and you doubt that you are going to get warm again today. It feels weird to step into the cold shower cabin of the base. You have never used it before and the tiles are cold to your feet. You shower quickly, drying your shivering body with a towel and putting on the spare clothes that you got from Hyun-woo. 

‘How are you feeling?’ Hyun-woo his voice echoes through the bathroom. Shyly you step out of the shower stall and face him. ‘I’m feeling ok, a bit cold but nothing extreme,’ sound your answer, voice nothing more than a soft sound. Hyun-woo smiles softly and turns around, walking towards the canteen, currently serving as your so-called living room. You follow his steps and sit down on the sofa. ‘I don’t think that you and I will be working together on this case anymore,’ says Hyun-woo, ‘I think officer Lee and I will finish the job.’ With a startled expression, you look up from your phone. ‘But I am still capable of finishing it together with you!’ your voice sounds louder than you intend, but you can’t take it back now. Within three big strides, Hyun-woo is in front of you, kneeling down in front of the sofa. ‘Y/N, today, my nightmare became reality and I don’t think I can handle it if something would happen to you again.’ ‘Your nightmare...?’ Your brain is working overtime to progress what you just heard. ‘Y/N, I have a confession to make...’ Hyun-woo his face turns red, as well as the tips of his ears and you can’t help yourself but finding it an adorable sight. 

‘I... I have liked you for a while now, or at least, I wasn’t sure that I did, but going through what we have been through today opened my eyes. The chance that I can lose you at any given moment scares me, more than I would like to admit,’ he says under his breath. 

You don’t believe your ears. You are absolutely flabbergasted. ‘I... I...’ But before you can give an answer, Hyun-woo leans forward, grabbing your face between his big hands and kisses you sweetly.  

After kissing his lips, for what seems like an eternity, you pull away. Your breathing is shallow and you feel light-headed. You would never have thought that he would share your feelings.  You have a warm feeling in your stomach and you can feel heat and wetness pool between your legs. 

‘Tell me if you are not ok, or if you feel uncomfortable. Ok?’ 

You nod, not trusting your voice. Seeking the confirmation in your eyes, Hyun-woo leans back onto his heels. As soon as he sees that you are sincere, he pulls you off of the sofa, hoists you up into his arms and carries you to the makeshift bedroom.  

Desire is pooling in his brown eyes, his dark lashes lying softly against his cheekbones as he closes his eyes and leans in to kiss you again. His tongue softly swipes against your lower lip, asking you for entrance. Without hesitation, you grant him access and his tongue softly. 

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A Very Merry Christmas

A/N: Hellloooo, so I know it’s not the weekend, but in my defense, I lost a day. I thought today was Sunday but I have been informed I was wrong. Anywho, this will be a two-parter as I wrote soooo much it felt like I needed to snip it a bit. So without further ado, here is the next part (not in story timeline) of “Domestic(ish) Life”!!!!!

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Word Count: 3100

The second Thanksgiving ended, you were all in on Christmas. This was not new information to Steve and Bucky. Though Bucky only had a year under his belt where Steve had five. But they knew how much you loved the holiday so even when they weren’t really in the mood, they put on the Santa hats and smiled because it made you happy. And there was nothing they loved more than seeing you happy. ---------

“Come on, come on, come ooonnn,” You whined as you tried to drag the two super soldiers into the tent.

“We’re coming,” Steve laughed.

“Not fast enough.” you groaned and ditched them to head into the tent in front of them.

“I don’t understand why we don’t do this-”

“If you say the old fashion way I swear Bucky, I will murder you.” You glared as he came up behind you.

He put his hands up and laughed, “All right, message received.”

“Good, now put these muscles to use and pull that tree out for me.” You asked as you patted his chest and pointed to a tree towards the back.

You knew that you could actually go to a tree farm in New York, but your family had always gotten them from the tents at Home Depot, Lowes, or just a stand off the main road. It was one of the traditions you couldn’t let go of. That and needing to get a real tree, even when you were alone and had to drag it up to your apartment by yourself. 

Steve came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder. The two of you shared a quiet laugh as you watched Bucky fight to get the tree you wanted from the pile. 

“Thank you for doing this with me. I know it’s kind of silly, but-”

“Hey, it’s not silly. It’s something you love and something that means a lot to you. You know we’re there if it means making you happy.” He said. Bucky then let out a string of curses under his breath as he finally got the tree out. “And I can’t say I don’t enjoy myself.”

You giggled and moved forward to evaluate the tree.

Two hours and three Tree Tents later, you had found your perfect tree. The boys helped bring it up and set it in its base. You smiled, clapped, and did a little dance once it was in place. 

“I’m glad you’re happy, but I am never doing that again,” Bucky grumbled.

“Aw come on, don’t be like that.” Steve teased.

“There is sap all in the groves of my hand. That shit is never coming out.” 

“Le gasp! We do not use that kind of language sir!” You exclaimed in fake shock.

“God I hate you guys.” 

“But seriously,” You giggled as you pecked Steve on the cheek in apology, “I told you to wear gloves. It is not my fault you didn’t listen.” 

“I didn’t think they were necessary!”

“Well, you should know that I’m always right and you should really listen to me more.” You smiled.

“Whatever, let’s just decorate it.”

“Sorry hunny, but we can’t decorate quite yet. We need to give it a day or two to make sure it’s all puffed out.”

“I have no idea what you just said or why that’s a thing,” Bucky stated as he plopped next to you on the couch. 

“It meeaanns, the trees from tents are usually all wrapped up, so it takes them some time to flatten out. So if we put lights and ornaments on it now, they are liable to just fall off once the branches have adjusted.” You explained.

“I see. I still think it’s stupid and next year we’re taking you to a tree farm.”

“Oh, so you’re already planning for next year huh?” You teased.

“You can’t get rid of me princess.” He said as he grabbed you and pulled you into his lap as he hugged you tight and layed kisses all over you while you giggled.

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The boys were extremely unhappy when a mission popped up two weeks before Christmas. They were so excited to do all the fun Christmas things with you for your first official Christmas as a couple. You assured them it was fine, as it was just a day after all. You firmly held the belief that the day you celebrated didn’t matter, as long as you were celebrating with the ones you love. So off they went.

You were almost kind of glad they were gone. It gave you plenty of time to get their gifts done. You firstly picked up some of the gifts you and Bucky had discussed for Steve and the same with Bucky’s. You had all made the decision to include each other in the gift-giving process to make sure no one got the same things. It was working out pretty good. You did decide to do something extra for both the boys. You wanted to spoil them and it was something you’d been planning for a while anyway. So you got to work. Though you loved buying gifts, you also loved making them. It made you feel like it was just a touch more personal. Luckily you had some time off and were able to put it to use. You actually made it a girls’ night. Nat and Wanda weren’t needed for the mission, so you invited them and Pepper over. You all had a ball, mixing wine and crafts. Though they were all crafty in their own right, they always said your assistance and expertise made it way easier and the product much prettier. Some of the creations were just for fun, or in Pepper’s case, a fun gift to give the man who had pretty much everything.

“So what’s the deal with that?” Nat asked as she was laser-focused on her wine glass, not the one that was full, the one she was painting.

“Well, I’ve been working on this for months, bullying Tony and even enlisting Maria’s help to gather some relics from their past and- I don’t know. I thought it would be cute.” You said with a shrug.

“Oh it’s adorable, I just wasn’t sure what it was from or where you got the idea.” She assured you.

“Oh, it’s from one of my favorite movies.” You explained.

“I see,”

“Hey (Y/N/N), how do you use this thing again?” Wanda asked, staring at the Cricut with hatred in her eyes. You laughed as you put down what you were working on and went over to show her.

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When the boys returned only five days later, they were thrilled. There was a minor concern that their mission would mess up the holidays, but luck was on your side for this one. But they were faced with a new problem. Christmas was coming fast, and they were stumped at what to get their girl. They knew very well she wasn’t super materialistic and cared more for small gestures then grand ones. But they were just so unsure of what to do. This was the first official Christmas as a triad, and they were panicking. 

“I feel like you gotta go jewelry, my man, it’s a classic,” Sam suggested when the boys brought their fears and worries to him.

“But that’s just it, it’s classic. She deserves more than that.” Bucky said with a groan.

“I don’t know, jewelry is pretty romantic. And it can be kind of personalized for her.”

“Still not what we’re looking for though,” Bucky argued.

“Hey, you asked for my help!”

“No Steve asked you. For some reason,”

“Stop it, both you.” Steve sighed, pinching his nose between his fingers and shaking his head.

“I’m just saying, I mean, how many successful relationships has he had?” Bucky asked,

“I’ve had relationships!”

“Name two that have lasted longer than 2 months.”

“Listen here-”

“Enough.”

The three men sat in silence for a while after that.

“What about a companion?” Asked a female voice. Steve and Sam jumped a bit at the sudden appearance of Natasha. 

“What?”

“Like a pet or something. I mean she’s always sad when she’s left alone when you guys go on missions.”

“No no, that part I got.” Bucky said, “But how the hell did you know what we were talking about?”

“You guys have been struggling for a week. It’s getting really close to Christmas, I gave an educated guess.”

“You scare me,” Sam said, completely straight-faced.

“Oh, I know that.” She said, smiling innocently at him.

“I don’t know Nat, an animal is so much work.” Steve said, “And they usually end up destroying a lot.” 

“Yeah, but (Y/N) is great with animals.” She argued.

“I don’t know,”

“I kinda like the idea.” Bucky chimed in.

“Of course you would. You want a pet just as much as she does.”

“All the more reason. It’s a two-for-one gift.” Bucky said a bright smile on his face.

“I hate you.”

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An hour later the two men were at a local animal shelter asking the kind workers for help. The receptionist freaked out for a minute but was able to get over her shock and help them. They took a picture with her but made her promise not to post it anywhere until after Christmas as to not ruin the surprise. She willingly agreed.

“So, are you looking for a dog or a cat? Or something else?” She asked as she led them to a back office to talk so they wouldn’t be seen by others out in the main area. 

“Uh, we’re not really sure actually,” Steve admitted.

The woman laughed and had them sit down to chat.

“Okay, so this is for your mystery girlfriend I assume?”

“Yeah, we want to get her a companion for when we’re gone, but we’re not sure what would be best,” Bucky explained.

“Alright, does she have a preference for one type of animal?”

The two boys snorted. 

“Anything that has fur and four legs.” Bucky laughed, 

“Well, that’s not true, she also loves birds and bats.”

“Oh true, can’t forget the bats.” 

The woman looked at the two icons in front of her, fond smiles on their faces as they spoke of their lover. She hoped she could one day find someone who would look like that when they talked about her. “I feel that I'm the same way.” She laughed, “Unfortunately, we don’t rescue bats here but we have lots of furry friends.”

“Do have any animals that have been here for a while? Or any animals that you guys don’t think anyone is going to take?”

“Well, we have quite a few that have been here for a year or more, a few senior animals which are less popular, and then animals who have some form of illness or disability.”

“Not one with an illness or disability. Though I’m sure she would love it unconditionally, I think a healthy animal would be better.” Steve said.

“So judgmental Steve,” 

“Shut it punk,” Steve said as he glared. He turned back to the woman who was smiling as she watched the two men.

“Come on, I’ll show you a few different critters and you can see what you think will complete your family.”

She led them out the door and down a hallway. Immediately they could hear the barking. 

“So, these are some of the dogs who need special attention or are small enough we can fit them in the kennel. We have bigger dogs and healthy ones outside in big pens so they have room to roam.” The woman explained. 

She led them to a cage with a small shaggy terrier. It started yapping as soon as the boys walked up.

“So this is Nancy, she’s 3 years old and she’s been here for 8 months. She had some heartworms but she is finally done with treatment and is ready to find her forever home.”

The two boys shared a look.

“She’s cute but I don’t think we want a tiny dog,” Steve said.

“Specifically no yappers,” Bucky added.

The woman laughed and nodded, “I don’t blame you. But that will help our search a little bit.”

She then led them outside where they could see a number of fenced-in areas with dogs of all kinds running, sleeping, or playing with their toys.

“So, first we have Pluto, he’s a 6-year-old Lab/Pit mix. He’s a sweetheart but people get scared with him being part pitbull. He’s active but not so much that he’s too much to handle. He does enjoy going for walks and playing with his ball. He also loves tug-of-war, but I usually warn people about hurting their shoulders due to his strength, but I get the feeling you two won’t need to worry about that.” She smiled as she crouched down to call over the dog.

“Yeah, I think we’ve got that covered.” Steve laughed.

Bucky got down right next to the worker and started petting him through the fence.

“Oh, aren’t you a cutie. Oooh, you’re so sweet.” Bucky cooed.

“I’m gonna live to regret having you here aren’t I?”

“Listen, these cuties need someone to love them. Let me live my life.” Bucky snapped playfully defensive.

Steve laughed and they all moved on to the next dog, then onto cats, and finally the birds and small critters like hamsters and ferrets.

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Their next stop was the pet store. They talked to the woman at the shelter about what supplies they would need and she gave them a detailed list with some things that weren’t necessary, but might be good to have.

They never realized how many toys you could get for animals. Needless to say, they were extra glad for the instructions as they would have been lost without them. They had put their new family member on hold to be picked up on Christmas Eve and somehow figure out how they were going to smuggle it into the apartment. But they would worry about that later. Right now they were arguing over colors.

“We should get the pink or purple, they’re girl colors,” Steve argued.

“Did you really just say that? Do you know what (Y/N) would say if she heard that?” Bucky asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah, you’re right.” Steve nodded, realizing his mistake.

“Obviously,”

“Don’t get smart with me punk.”

“Whatever, we still need to pick a color.”

“What about (F/C)?”

“No, that’s a weird shade. She would hate that.” 

“What about this one?” Steve asked, holding up a sparkly red/orange one with little brown flecks in it.

Bucky tilted his head. “It’s very fall, but I think she’ll love it.” 

“My thoughts exactly.”

“One thing down, a hundred to go.” Bucky sighed looking at the list.

“I don’t want to hear it, this is all on you pal. You wanted to do this.” Steve said.

“Oh I know, I have no regrets.”

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Once they had all of the stuff, they made a quick stop to get bags, boxes, and wrapping paper. They knew they would have to wait until tomorrow to wrap their gifts as by now you were bound to be home from work and they had too much stuff to hide effectively. 

They were so glad they had figured this out because they were down to the wire. It was only five days till Christmas.

With it being so close to Christmas you were practically glowing and floating on air. There was constantly a Christmas candle burning and music playing. After all the stress of the year between missions and dealing with telling people about your relationship, the boys were glad to see you let loose and be happy. You were only minorly stressed out because you had offered to host a small Christmas Eve get together with a few of the team who didn’t already have plans. Though you would all be gathering at the Tower for Christmas dinner. But on Christmas Eve it was just going to be Sam, Wanda, Vision, Natasha, and Bruce.

You had grand plans of making all sorts of delicious baked goods for both meals, but on top of it, you had to make an actual dinner for Christmas Eve. But you were thrilled. You loved hosting events and you were ready to hold a holiday in your own space. The boys helped you clean everything and make sure all the presents for the team were wrapped, as well as the presents for each other. You managed to wrangle Steve into assisting you with some of the cooking and decorating of the desserts. Bucky had long been banned from the kitchen because he infamously ate everything and you would end up having to make more. So he was stuck on cleaning duty and doing other minor jobs for you. 

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After a whirlwind of activity leading up to the big night, it was here. You all had discussed it and decided to get a bit dressed up, especially since Tony had decided that it was going to be a pajama dinner. So while the food was finished cooking, you got all dressed up in a dark red, sparkly, knee-length dress. You did your make-up and put on some jewelry before topping the look off with heels you knew you would take off within half an hour. Each of the boys stuck with a nice pair of jeans and a button-up. Both looked absolutely delicious. Not long after you all finished getting ready, you heard the first knock at the door.

As everyone arrived, wine and mixed drinks were served and you all gathered at the table for the meal. As they all sat, you stayed standing.

"Before we all enjoy this meal, I just wanted to say, thank you. This has been a rough year between missions gone wrong and huge fallouts. I want to say thank you for being my family when my family was being dicks. I firmly believe that family isn’t defined by blood but by love. I feel so incredibly lucky to have wonderful people like you surrounding me and trying to keep my dumbasses safe." Everyone laughed a bit, but your eyes had started tearing. "I love you guys. Thank you for accepting me into your family and for understanding that love comes in many forms. Merry Christmas." You finished, raising your glass, tears trickling down your cheeks. 

Everyone chorused a 'Merry Christmas' and you sat between your boys, who both squeezed your hands and kissed your cheeks. 

[writersrealmbts]

Through Thick and Thin

Description: A Little Quirky: Part 4- Through Thick and Thin: Joining this crazy family isn’t going to be a walk in the park, and you knew that. But being part of Jimin’s family means you’re that much closer to Jimin, and with the wedding approaching, you couldn’t be more grateful to be by his side. Reposting because of accidental deletion.

Warnings: N/A.

Originally Posted: 06/25/2019? Reposted: 06/29/2019

Tags: Jimin, Hybrid!Jimin

Fluff and Angst?: 2,265 words

A/N: Six months later we actually have another post for this series…anyway, I threw this together so if it’s messy I’m sorry. I was just going to do the first part of it, but it felt short for how long you guys have waited. Finally home to repost this after the fiasco.

“Okay, we’re agreed, no matter how much Jungkook begs, we don’t go on that thing,” Jimin said, pointing to the ride that was going upside down and spinning and looked like a puke-fest. “Completely agreed.” “Jimin-ssi!” “Speak of the devil. Is that his current girlfriend?” “Yes.” “Do we like her?” “No.” “So if she’s against going on that ride?” “We go on. All of us.” “Right,” You muttered, shaking your head and waving to Jungkook since Jimin was tying his shoe. Jungkook bounced up with a bunny-hybrid at his side. “Guys this is—” “Oh. My. God! Y/n?!” She grinned. You could only stare at your least favorite person in the entire world. “Wow. Kameron.” “It is sooo good to see you!” Too soon to claw her eyes out? “And you! Let’s go on that ride first!” You pointed to puke-fest. Jimin looked at you in surprise. “Are you sure? I mean,” Jungkook started, looking a little confused. “I’m sure. If anything is going to give us that thrill that amusement parks are famous for, it would be that one.” Jungkook looked at Jimin, concerned. “Hyung, you don’t have to go. It might hurt your neck and make you sick.” “Um, actually, why don’t you and Kameron go do what rides you want to and we’ll do ours and we can meet back up for lunch?” Jimin suggested instead. “Besides, I wanted to start with the log flume ride and you hate that one.” Jungkook’s nose scrunched and he nodded. “That sounds fair. Meet back up at noon-ish near the water park?” “Sounds great,” Jimin said, steering you toward the log flume. Once Jungkook and Kameron disappeared he muttered, “What the heck was that? You know her?” “We were neighbors before my parents moved. She’s a bitch if there ever was one. She used to pull on my tail and call me a monster. Scared all the human kids with stories about me eating my last owner.” You growled slightly, pouting. “I never wanted to see her ever again. How did Kook even meet her?” “Some party that he got dragged to by his friend. I thought it would be good for him to socialize. I regret that now.” Jimin pulled you into the line for the log flume. “Why doesn’t Jungkook like this ride?” “Oh, he does. We’ve just been brothers long enough that he accepts when I make excuses like that. He’s oblivious, but not dumb. He probably thought that I was doing it to avoid the big roller coasters that he would want to go on, avoiding getting any teasing from you, though I’m more concerned about her teasing me. I’ll tell him about you and Kameron if I get the chance.” “He could do so much better.” ��Enough about them. We’re here to have fun!” He nuzzled your cheek. “You know this place well, don’t you?” You smiled at him. “It was the first hybrid-friendly amusement park. Eomma brought us here every summer after. Micheal and Becca would watch the triplets. This is the first year we haven’t planned to come together.” “She is pregnant with twins,” You pointed out. “She can’t exactly go on any rides. And what about Hoseok?” “He’s helping with the triplets. We invited him, but he said something about already agreeing to take care of the triplets today. And something about a cute girl.” He shrugged. “Yoongi is busy with his job and Euny, same with Taehyung, they were going to that baby physical therapist you recommended today. And Namjoon, well, he said he might make it out but he wasn’t sure.” “Well, maybe later this summer.” You kissed his cheek. “But we still have a lot of wedding preperations to do. And there is no way Kameron is invited. Not even as a plus one. I’ll tell Jungkook if I have to.” “Please? He’ll take it better from you.” You nodded, then sighed to clear your head. “Okay. Fun. We can do that. Let’s have fun.” “That’s my girl,” He said teasingly, hugging onto you before you both got into the log. The two of you had a lot of fun going on different ride, mostly the low-key ones, though you did go on one or two regular roller coasters. You glimpsed Jungkook and Kameron now and then and steered clear. They weren’t there yet when noon hit, and Jimin was looking at all the different food carts to get an idea and report back since the crowds were a little overwhelming for you and you didn’t dare move from the table you had claimed. Jungkook came up first. “Hey! Nice job getting a table.” “Where is she?” You asked. “Bathroom. You okay?” He tilted his head. “Fine. But Kook?” “Yes, noona?” “Don’t even think about bringing her to my wedding.” His eyes widened in surprise. “Why?” “Because she terrorized me when we were kids and I won’t be dealing with those memories on what’s supposed to be one of the happiest days of my life. She’s not invited. I’m sorry if that hurts your feelings, but that’s how it is.” He was quiet for a moment. “Jimin doesn’t like her either.” You shrugged slightly, not confirming or denying. “I don’t think Eomma liked her either. It’s not like this is permanent. It’s just…nice having someone to go places with.” “I know. But she’s over there making out with someone,” You said, horror rising in you. He looked and didn’t really even react. “Okay. We can ditch her now.” “That’s not very kind, Jungkook. Take the high road. Tell her you’re ditching her.” He snorted, laughing a little. “That’s a very low high road.” “What can I say? I’m a bit bitter.” “I’ll be right back.” You watched him go over to her, then flinched as cotton candy appeared in your face. “Hello.” Jimin grinned at you. “It’s orange flavored! Your favorite!” You grinned back. “Dessert before lunch.” “Of course! It’s a special day!” You laughed and started picking at the cotton candy, humming happily. “That’s perfect!” He kissed you a couple times. “Good.” “Well, that’s over,” Jungkook took a tuft of cotton candy as he said it, sounding relieved. “And she’s getting a ride home.” Jimin looked confused for a moment, then glanced between you and Kook as you patted his brother on the shoulder. “You dumped her? Here?” “She was kissing another guy.” Jimin got a stony look to his face. “That’s just wrong.” “It’s okay, hyung. I don’t really care. Let’s just have fun together now, okay?” Jimin nodded, grinning. “Sounds like a plan. Besides, y/n wanted doesn’t want to go on a couple of the water slides so we can do those while she’s at the lazy river.” You grinned as they started talking excitedly over the different slides, picking at the cotton candy. You were marrying into a great family. Jimin stole another kiss, pulling you out of the sugar-sweet haze you had drifted into, and you realized you were purring in your garbled way. He rubbed his nose against yours. “We should take some cotton candy home too.” “Ah, come on, don’t get all weird.” You giggled and swatted Jimin away. “Let’s get some real food.” “Please!” Jungkook looked around. Jimin stole another kiss then started talking about the different options available for food. But you were still thinking about his kisses were sweeter than the cotton candy that melted in your mouth, and far more addictive. ———— You opened the door when someone knocked on it frantically. “Jimin? You have a—why do you smell like smoke? And is that blood on your face? Jungkook?” Jimin pulled you into a tight embrace. “Get a bag, pack some stuff. Call your parents and tell them that someone is coming after my family and they might be in danger. There’s an officer waiting downstairs to take us to the Sanctuary. It’s the safest place right now.” You blinked rapidly and hurried to do as he said, grabbing a few important things you didn’t want to just leave in case someone broke in. “Explain on the way?” “As much as I can.” You grabbed your pillow and nodded. “Ready.” He already had your bag and you detoured to grab your makeup bag and travel first aid kit. The officer had Jungkook take the passenger seat and you and Jimin got into the back seat. After you were on the road toward the sancutary, Jimin sighed anf finally let you clean the blood from his face. “What happened?” “Yesterday Hobi showed up with that girl, Ren, that they’ve been taking care of since the tornado, and the triplets. There was some sort of threat to our family. We’ve had a few of them throughout the years, but we didn’t think this was a major one until I was on my way to work and I found these guy setting fire to the apartments. That’s how I got the bloody nose. Hoseok took the triplets and they’re heading somewhere way off the grid. Right now the safest place for us is at the Sanctuary. I called into my work already and explained the situation. They go after the people we care about. I can’t risk you.” “I should call my parents,” You murmured. You met Jimin’s gaze. “But I don’t know what to tell them?” “I can talk to them,” He said gently. You handed him your phone, leaning your head on his shoulder, a little worried about what was happening. You’d experienced some of the threats to his family before. You’d been with him for almost a year. There had been a threat just a couple months before, in April, where some stupid anti-hybrid activist had threatened Emma and Jin. Broke into their house and the news reporters were very amused that the person that did the most damage to him when he was found in playroom had been done by Emma. Jin had stopped her, and tied him up until the police could get there but she had hit the intruder in the head with the dollhouse before chucking the hardest toys in the room at him until he was curled up in a ball. At the trial, he had gotten scared when one of the triplets (that his lawyer had decided were witnesses and forced to be there) had strayed to close to him when getting the toy they had dropped, to the point where he was screeching apologies while the kid was looking at him in confusion. The judge had the triplets excused from the trial. This threat was far worse. Jimin finished the call with your parents. “They said they were going on a road trip anyway. Said to tell you to call and update them on things.” You nodded. “They also said to let them know if we wanted to delay the wedding.” You shivered and glanced up at him. He looked tired, probably from the stress. You’d learned that stress and fear exhausted Jimin more than anything else, and could tell that he’d had a stressful morning from the way he blinked a little longer. “Not that I want to. I want to marry you. But maybe keep in mind postponing it at least until we know the threat has passed. It should only take a couple days.” You nodded, kissing his cheek. “Try and sleep, Jimin-ah.” He nodded, leaning against the window and closing his eyes. “Can’t smell anything. Driving me crazy.” “It’ll be okay.” It was probably a good thing, honestly. He didn’t need to smell the fear that filled the vehicle. The two hour drive was fairly quiet, mostly just the chatter from the radio and the officer checking in so that his bosses knew he was still en route. Once at the Sanctuary you could see that there was quite the fuss going on with this new threat. There were two distinct mobs. One pro-hybrid rights and one anti-hybrid rights. But everything seemed peaceful once past the gate of the sanctuary. Jin was there to greet you, standing up and hugging Jungkook, then Jimin and you. “Hobi?” “Safe. They’re going off-grid with the triplets. Figured it was too dangerous to come here with them.” “They’d have never made it in,” He agreed, shuddering. Kook hugged onto Jin, probably to comfort him. “Eomma?” “She’s fine. She’s calm. Way calmer than me. She’s got us all settled into one of the empty houses, Micheal, Becca, and Timothy too.” “What happened?” “It started as a small-scale protest, and some whispered threats of hurting us. Then…they broke someone out of jail. The man that hurt Hobi.” Both of the younger boys froze in place and then Jungkook’s foot thumped a couple times before he could resist the urge. Jin smoothed a hand over Jungkook’s hair and ears. “We’re safe here. Hobi is safe as long as no one knows where he is or who he is. And he won’t let anything happen to the triplets either.” “You going to keep saying that until you believe it?” Jimin asked, managing a tight smile. Jin nodded. “Have to. I trust him. Let’s go inside. Sorry you got dragged into this, y/n.” “It’s fine. I go where Jimin goes,” You said easily, taking Jimin’s hand. “If he’s in danger, I’m there with him. Right?” He leaned in and nuzzled your cheek. “Yeah. It’s scary, but yeah. We’re in this together. For better or worse.” You leaned into him. “For better or worse.”

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[writinginstardust]

Do Anything | Part 4

Pairing: Tyler Jones x reader

Warnings: some violence

A/N: Last part guys. You ready for the happy (ish) ending? I have a real weak spot for angsty reunions and kisses and confessions fuelled by almost losing the person you love so I hope to god I managed to do that justice here. Need to thank @writingbychelle for all the help and motivation she gave me while writing this fic. I wrote most of part 2 as well as all of part 3 and 4 in one day and I don’t think I could have managed pretty much any of it without her x

Word Count: 1653

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I knew Tyler meant for me to go to the control deck where Cat and Fin were probably waiting but I couldn’t just leave him. I did do as he asked and stayed on the ship though, hovering by the airlock door and watching everything unfold. It felt so wrong not to go and help but I was in no condition to be anything but a hindrance right now. We’d all seen just how little use I’d be already. So I watched. Heart hammering as things got messy and the squad put their lives in danger yet again.

Auri was a sight to behold. She’d clearly been training a lot in the last month or so and was in total control of her frightening level of power. That would be why everyone had seemed so quietly confident. With Auri doing what she was, we really could get out of this alive. All of us this time.

As I watched, she turned 20 agents - TDF and GIA alike - into little more than piles of mush, barely pausing before pulling the weapons of half the force from their hands and turning them on their former owners. The disruptor fire that followed was deafening, the TDF and the squad firing on each other at once. After throwing a few more swaths of troops backwards, Auri made a run for it and it was honestly frightening.

Her eye was still glowing as she directed her power to do something, what I couldn’t tell though, and raced towards me, face like a raging storm. I almost pitied the agents that had come up against her. Almost. But not really. They could all rot in hell.

The ship came alive beneath me as Auri reached the airlock and collapsed on the ground beside me, quickly turning to face the opening again. It was only then that I realised what she was doing as her power slipped away from her trip. She was holding back the disruptor blasts and keeping the ships grounded. All of them at once. Great Maker she was strong.

Tyler, Scarlett, Zila, and Kal piled into the airlock and Cat took off, not waiting to get it closed much like last time. It closed automatically at a certain altitude anyway. It slid shut and the decompression cycle ran. The moment it was done and the inner door slid open, Kal took off running with Auri in his arms, Tyler and Zila not far behind.

Scarlett helped me to my feet and threw my arm over her shoulder, half dragging me as we ran through the halls to the control deck. The chaos continued, more of an organised chaos this time though. Auri was situated at an auxiliary station, staring intently out of the window, eye still glowing fiercely. Was she ever going to run out of power? Tyler was helping Cat maneuver through the mass of ships firing on us, all the while frantically punching coordinates into the Nav systems. Kal and Zila were trying to return fire and actually hit something.

I slumped into the chair beside Auri that Scarlett led me over to. She helped me buckle up as I tried to figure out what it was Auri was doing now. My answer came soon enough when the battle cruiser I’d been captive on for the past month was torn in half. I gaped as Scarlett moved on and strapped Auri in too before heading to her own seat, I could kiss her right now. Now I’d never have to see that place again. Part of me wished that I could have destroyed it myself somehow but what mattered was that it was gone and with it, just about everyone who had hurt me.

“Everyone in?” Tyler asked, voice strained. A chorus of affirmations. “Cat, Auri, you ready?” They both nodded. “Alright. Punch it!”

The ship rocketed forward and I was pressed back into my seat. This ship had never moved so quickly, no ship I’d ever heard of had. I looked over to Auri. Her teeth were gritted, nails digging into the arms of her seat, blood trickling from her nose. She was doing this. And from the looks of it, she was also ripping apart half the ships around us.

We raced to the nearest foldgate. I knew this area. It should have taken at least 5 minutes. It didn’t even take 1.

The girls didn’t let up, Cat helping out by pushing the engines to the limits as we entered the fold. Colour faded away but Auri continued to shine like a beacon as she pushed us forward. My vision started to blur, the g-force becoming too much when added to the rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins and the weak state of my body. It all faded away to nothing.

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I woke up in pain in a bright room on a threadbare mattress. Panic surfaced instinctively. I was back in the cell, they’d come for me any moment. That week long reprieve was over. There was a hand gripping my own tightly and I instinctively jerked away, squeezing my eyes shut again and trying - and failing - to keep my breathing even.

“Shh, (Y/N), it’s okay. You’re okay.” That voice. I knew that voice. My heart started racing for a different reason.

“Tyler?” My voice sounded terrible and weak to my ears but it was loud enough for him to hear.

“Yeah. It’s me.” I heard him shift and felt the mattress dip beside me. I hesitantly opened my eyes again, worried that when I did, he wouldn’t really be there. He was. I let out a choked sob and threw myself into his arms, my body screaming in protest. Everything flooded back. Finally leaving the battle cruiser, getting to the spaceport, seeing Tyler, Auri destroying everything, speeding away into the fold. Then it went blank. I had no idea where we were now.

“Is everyone…”

“They’re fine. No one’s hurt.”

“You shouldn’t’ve...Shouldn't have come. You could have been killed.” As I said it, I started crying harder. He’d come for me. He’d come. For me.

“So could you.”

“Tyler-”

“(Y/N). There is nothing in this galaxy or any other that could have stopped me. I will always come for you.”

“You’re an idiot,” I whispered into his shoulder as I held him closer.

“I’m not the one who volunteered to stay behind on an enemy ship.”

“I remember very clearly that you did.” He chuckled a little at that. “I’m glad it wasn’t you. I couldn’t bear it if it was you.”

“It should have been me.” I felt a tear drop onto my neck as his arms tightened around me and I gasped out in pain. He pulled back immediately, concern written in the lines of his face. I pulled him back though, not caring how much it hurt. Not being pressed against him for a second hurt more and I couldn’t stand that look on his face. “I’m so sorry,” he said softly, arms winding back around my waist.

“Don’t be. I’d do it all again if I had to.” His arms tightened again but he didn’t pull away when I hissed out a breath this time.

“Don’t you ever do something like that again. Promise me you won’t.” I hesitated for a moment. “Please.” And his voice was so broken I found myself agreeing.

“I promise.” I just hoped we never had to test that promise. I didn’t want to break it but I wouldn’t hesitate if it kept Tyler safe. I would do anything to keep him safe. “I love you,” I whispered as an afterthought. I suspected he might somehow have known I said it before but I needed him to hear it for sure. And I wanted to do it properly. Now the heat of the moment and the panic of imminent death was gone. Now there was nothing but the two of us, alone in a room on some far-off planet. There was space and time and no adrenaline to diminish the meaning behind the words.

“I love you too,” he replied. Such a simple declaration, but it was everything. The words settled in my heart and spread to every part of me. They changed everything but nothing at all.

He pulled back just enough to lean down and kiss me. It wasn’t the first time but I’d felt all the other kisses through pain and panic. Now though, now there was just him and the warm, steady press of his lips against mine.

I could tell he was holding back, trying not to hurt me, but I didn’t care if he did. I wasn’t going to break. I needed to feel everything. Threading my fingers through his hair, I deepened the kiss and with only a little hesitation he started kissing me with the raw desperation of that first kiss. It was what I needed right now. There would be a time for softness and gentle touches later. And it wasn’t as if I couldn’t feel the love he was pouring into it. It was in every flick of his tongue, every touch of his hands, every beat of his pounding heart. My own actions were filled with it too.

In the back of my mind, I knew this wasn’t it. We still had the fight of our lives ahead of us, one we didn’t even know for sure we could win, and even if we did, everything it took would haunt us forever and we wouldn’t be the same people by the end of it. We already weren’t. But the end of everything wasn’t going anywhere. It could wait for us. The universe owed us that much. And one day, hopefully, it would owe us so much more. It was only fair we had this for now, I thought. And for once the universe seemed to agree.

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You and I - PresentDay!Roger Taylor Smut

Summary: Roger and Reader share a moment on an early morning before morning sickness hits her. (*Same reader as in this one.) 

Warnings: Reader's preggos in this one. There is smut but it's quite the fluffy piece - I think. Unprotected sex - wrap it before you tap it! 

A/N: I did want to write smut but I am also feeling quite pink and soft, so this is what happened. ENJOY!

Roger rolled onto his side to turn his back on the bright ray of sunlight that crept through the curtains. Annoyed by this little gap in the fabric that always pushed him out of bed a few minutes before you stirred from your peaceful sleep. It did come in handy lately, as Roger watched you made the early morning race to the en-suite only for your empty stomach to ache as your body yearned to vomit.

His eyes opened slowly, watching you curled up on your side, facing him with your hands brought up to your chin as you held the covers over your nose in a manner that made you look sweet and vulnerable. Roger sometimes felt the strings in his heart being pulled by your overall appearance of innocence, although he knew quite well that you were no innocent white dove. How else would you two have gotten a positive on that pregnancy test last month? And so with this, though Roger’s gaze traveled around your features, drawing your nose in his mind, making the important note in his head that you had the cutest shape forming on your cupid’s bow as you pouted in your sleep. Inadvertently his hand went up to touch the soft skin of your cheek, dragging his fingers across it with all the tenderness he had in him, trying his best not to wake you.

Since finding out about your pregnancy, the two of you had been on a bit of a dry spell; half the time you were busing around getting as much work done as possible so you could take it easy with your pregnancy once the baby bump was heavy and the symptoms of your condition made it difficult for you to be as active. The other half of the time you were sleeping, tired out of your mind from the effortful task of making a human while trying to finish an album. As lead singer and bassist, you had the most work to do, recording bass and then coming back to do vocals - and at times also backing vocals for a few tracks. Roger had to admire your dedication to your music and at the same time the wonderful support you were getting from your bandmates, all of which decided to finish recording the album in London so you did not need to fly away anywhere while getting past the scary first trimester.

“Hmm…” You almost purred in your sleep feeling Roger’s fingers on your cheek.

His thumb fell on your lips and he touched them with the softness of a feather, making you move in your sleep under the covers, your foot tangled between Rog’s.

“Morning?” You spoke in a low voice, not wanting to open your eyes in case the room flipped and you felt the sudden yet common urge to throw up.

“Morning, love.” Roger’s raspy morning voice was honey to your ears this early in the morning.

He did not take his hand off of your face, which did not stop you from stretching and moving under the bed sheets until your hand landed on Roger’s chest over his grey pajama shirt. You could not lie, this situation with you working so much you barely had any free time was eating you up, the pregnancy hormones were not yet at it’s ultimate worse, but watching your husband cook in the morning made you feel stuff...you had actually tried to have sex this last week but to no avail: you would make out and touch each other for a while before the sleep overcame your eyelids and it was game over, you would have to rest your head on Roger’s shoulder and wrap your arms firmly around his neck to signal the “time out”. Rog knew better than to push you, he was aware of the difficulties and strains having a child put on women, so he had not shown himself anything but understanding and patient.

“Rog…” You mumbled with your eyes still closed and felt his hand drop to your shoulder, caressing it while you laid in the comfort of your bed. “I don’t want to get up just yet.”

“We don’t have to,” he stretched his neck and put a small kiss on your lips, something sweet and chaste. “What are you recording today?”

Roger watched as you sighed, a little hum escaped you and he felt shamefully aroused at the way you smiled in deep content at the thoughts going through your mind.

“Alex is doin’ some more guitars, should take him all day…” you beamed, thinking it would not be too bad if you arrived at the studio a tad bit late that morning.

“Yeah, they’ll be fine…”

Roger brought his hand to your waist under the covers and you giggled, rolling a little further into him while you let your hand travel up to his face to feel around his beard that covered part of his cheeks. You were wary when your eyelids fluttered open and you gave yourself a few seconds to adjust your eyes at the small light in your bedroom and the sight of Roger right in front of you. His grey hair was slightly messy (nothing crazy as you imagined your hair should be), and his lips pink and inviting.

Your hand came up to his hair and you scrunched up your nose as a playful expression toyed with your features.

“I’m kinda horny, Rog,” you admitted, a chuckle leaving your husband of less than a year the second these words left your mouth.

“I am too, darling!” He smiled, his hand pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Do you feel alright this morning?”

Roger’s honest concern always made your stomach feel extra fuzzy, and your heart swell up with love. It was the least to expect from your partner, yeah...still: Roger was sweet and patient, both of this were things you had received little from him in the past. He was taking care of you in a way that you certainly did not expect but quite enjoyed. It was a nice change from your impulsive fast loving, both of you were intense and not always sensible.

“I feel fine, thanks.” You cupped his cheek and kissed his nose.

Roger closed his eyes and dropped his hand on your stomach, covering the space where your bump started to show a bit more every day.

Before you could pull back, Roger tilted his head back and his lips grazed yours for a brief moment. You wrapped your leg over his hip and kissed him properly.

Roger hummed against your lips, his boner barely touched your thigh but it was enough to send a chill up his spine.

You rolled onto your back as Roger pushed you slowly so you did not feel sick. He moved his lips to your neck and paid little attention to your summer pj’s; peeling your top off quickly to reveal your naked chest and giving you a simple glance, his eyes looking for approval before continuing.

Of course, he had you moaning under him a second after you nodded, he put his mouth on your nipple and rubbed the other peak with his hand in the meantime. You had missed his touch to terribly and you wanted him so bad you could do little more than squirm under his weight. Roger kissed the skin over your ribs, biting and nibbling on it as he left a trace of purple-ish marks down your body, by the time he sat up and pulled the waistband of your shorts down, you had your hands on his hair. You sat up too, Roger’s hands holding you by the elbows to help you remain stable and focused on his eyes so you wouldn’t need to make a run to the bathroom.

As your clothes hit the end of the bed, Roger pulled his own shirt off and this time you wrapped your arms around his neck and crashed your lips on his, kissing him with hunger, wanting more and more with each passing moment. You dragged your nails over his shoulders and pushed your palms down his front till you reached inside his underwear, moaning into his mouth as he did too; he was hard and ready, you realised as you stroked his length, gathering some of his precum in your thumb and smearing it all over his shaft.

“I need you so bad,” you conceded, to which Roger agreed, sending shivers down your spine when he slid his hand between your legs and teased you with his thumb.

“I can tell,” he cocked a brow with a side smile appearing on his face to the sight of you whimpering in his arms.

Without saying another word, Roger pulled you back down on the mattress. He made sure your head laid softly on the pillow as he pushed his underwear off. You let your hands play with his beard and hair as he pulled your legs apart and found his place between them, stuffing one of your extra pillows under your ass.

Watching him about to fuck into you, you whined and put your hand under his chin to pull it up so he looked at you.

“I don’t just want your cock!” You smiled at him, “come here and kiss me, you fool!”

Roger’s eyes grew wide for a second, scared he was doing something wrong but recovering after you asked him to kiss you. He held himself up with his hands at either side of your head and brought his lips to yours in a long slow kiss. Your lips moved the minimum against each other’s, and you felt each other’s hearts already going wild in your chests. When your lips parted you kissed Roger’s chin and cheek.

As a response, Rog kissed your collarbone and felt your legs come hook up on his waist. You dived a hand between your bodies and helped bring Roger’s cock to your entrance, looking into his blue eyes as he pushed his hips against yours, burying himself inside you.

You gasped at the feeling once he bottomed out, giving you a small moment to accommodate him before he pulled out again to thrust into you a little faster this time.

Roger was delighted to watch you throw your head back and moan loudly at his ministrations. You hooked your arms under his and scratched his back with your short nails while he picked up a pace, fucking you long and hard, bringing you so close to the edge you could almost feel your toes curl in pleasure already.

“Rog,” you moaned into his ear, and felt his lips graze your earlobe.

“Hold up, love…” He kissed your neck, exposed by you.

Roger put one of his hands on your thigh, pulling your leg closer to his body for a moment before he slid his hand on your arm till he could touch your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours as he pushed your hand down on the mattress.

You felt helpless, hot and incredibly perceptive to his body. Roger knew what the sound of his name falling off your lips meant as your voice sounded so high in pitch and obscene. Your cunt throbbing, your body covered in a light layer of sweat…

“I want to… Rog, I am going to-” You cried out squeezing his hand as Roger thrusted into you, fucking you through your orgasm until he came too, finally spilling himself deep inside you.

He buried his face in your neck, kissing your shoulder once he came down from his high. You wrapped your arms around his neck and Roger brought his lips to yours, pulling out of you, his cum leaking out from your cunt.

“That calls for a shower,” you said, smiling, feeling the thick liquid spilling out.

Roger chuckled and kissed your cheek, his hand fell to your stomach and he gave you a side smile, playful and boyish. And you knew it would be accompanied by a ridiculous comment of his.

“I guess they’ve met me now…” Roger pulled away from you as you closed your eyes and shook your head no, bringing a hand to your face. He kissed a spot under your belly button and chuckled. “We can’t wait to meet you, but be nicer to mama, promise it’s worth it - she’s the most gorgeous mum!”

You blushed at his words and grinned at him.

“Putting a good word in for me?” You giggled, putting your hands on his cheeks you pulled him back down towards you and kissed his lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too Y/N.” He pulled away to say and then kissed you again.

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Listening Is Hard Pt. 2

ok wow so im a piece of shit who apparently never has a good idea ever!! but this has been a long time coming. @girl-next-door-writes, @feelmyroarrrr, @deanscherrypie, @i-live-for-laughter-and-love , here ya go boos. 

Part 1

He looked at you different since that day. It was a subtle difference, but you could tell. People don’t just blurt out the things you did and get away with it. Crazy things happen everyday, but not this. 

Anyway, there was a tension between you and Sam, one that definitely wasn’t there before, but the energy radiated off of him, not you. Unfortunately, you’d grown accustomed to dealing with awkward things happening and moving past them (see, having to stab your vampire neighbor or asking your mom to teach you how to work a tampon in the sixth grade). It was life.

But you hated  that this was life at this exact moment. Because you hadn’t stopped thinking about Sam in that way since that night. Which was months ago. Alone time hadn’t been necessarily granted to the both of you; a string of serial werewolf attacks sent the trio on a cross country road trip that lasted more than three weeks. And after that was an exhausting amount of shitty hunt after shitty hunt. It was hard to admit, but a funk had landed on the group. 

You were tired, to say the least. You wanted to quit. But these boys never heard that word before. But a compromise had been reached: you checked into a nice-ish hotel for the weekend, one with an indoor pool, and you wouldn’t leave that hotel save for lunch and dinner (continental breakfast was included). It was as close as a break the boys could promise you. 

The first day was spent sleeping, and you weren’t ashamed. Apparently, the boys had come in twice through the door that connected your adjoining rooms and you hadn’t moved a muscle. 

Saturday, you woke up too late for breakfast, but the boys had left you some leftover pizza from yesterday’s dinner. There was also a note on your bathroom mirror. Dean was out and Sam was on the third floor at the pool.

You brushed your teeth and switched from your sleeping shorts into lounging ones, sliding your flip flops on and heading to the elevators. You didn’t have a swim suit, this wasn’t camp after all, but no hotel staff actually made sure you were wearing the appropriate swimming attire anyway.

When you entered the pool area, you thought it empty. A second look around gave you the chance to catch the door in the far left corner that led outside. You walked along the floor to ceiling windows, craning your neck to see if you could see Sam anywhere. Once outside, you rounded the corner, where you found Sam horizontal on a pool chair, a book open on his stomach, his head tilted to the side, mouth agape in sleep.

You plopped down on the chair next to him, on your stomach, kicking your flip flops off as you crossed your feet at the ankles. 

You stared at him for a little, not having the heart to wake him up. He really was beautiful. God, that sounded so corny, but you couldn’t help what you felt towards him. All this time, you suppressed your emotions for what? For the sake of the hunt? You were allowed to want him. 

He blinked away, and you blushed, embarrassed that you got caught staring at him. “Hi,” you said softly. “Hi,” he replied, his voice hoarse with sleep. He cleared his throat. “How long have you been out here?”

“Only a couple minutes. Ten maybe. You go swimming yet?” You asked, sitting up. He shook his head before running his hands through his hair. “Are you going to?”

“I don’t have a suit. Really, I was just going to hop in like this,” you gestured to your present state.

Sam cracked a smile, reaching for his book.

“Where’d Dean go?” You ask, not really caring, trying to keep his attention on you.

He puts it down and shrugs. “Not sure. He said he’d be gone a while, but he’d be back with dinner.”

“Oh that’s not concerning at all,” the two of you laughed for a second before the energy fell flat again. Being alone with Sam was sending your mind scurrying for anything that would capture his attention long enough, and you could feel him trying to be nonchalant about you two but the air vibrated with...something.

You couldn’t take it any longer, so you stood, slapping your thighs in the way only dads do when they’re ready to go. “Welp, I’m.. I’m gonna... swim?” you asked pathetically, not really confident in your choice. You avoided looking at him and turned, heading for the pool.

Later, you went back up to the room together, you wrapped in a towel, him silent. Not a single word was exchanged. You wanted to slap yourself for being so damn weird with him. Together, you entered through the room the brothers shared. 

You head for the door that connects your room to his but he catches your arm, pulling your back.

“How can you say that?” He asks, and that’s when you confirm it’s been bothering him just as long as it’s been pestering you.

“What?” You say, though, acting dumb. “(Y/N), come on.” By this point, the two of you are standing relatively close and your mind flashes back to high school, and how couples would stand in the hallway. What was it about Sam that triggered your juvenile memories?

“You’re a really handsome fellow,” you say, carefully treading the waters. “I’m sorry for being human.” You move towards the door again. He lets you get further this time, but then he’s standing in front of you, blocking the door. 

“I’ve thought about it too,” he says slowly as if he’s still considering what he’s going to say. “I know Dean has too, but c’mon. i just never thought you’d...Humans...” He can’t finish his train of thought, he’s so flustered. You’re red too, you can feel it. That doesn’t stop you from stretching up on your toes and pressing your lips to his softly. 

It doesn’t take long for him to return the kiss eagerly. He wraps his arms around your waist, and you feel him bend his knees to do so. You try to pull back a little. “You’re gonna get wet,” you mumble, but he’s already tugged your towel off your shoulders and is pulling you to him. You wrap your arms around his neck, pressing yourself closer to him.

His hands found themselves under your damp shirt, clutching you tightly and you felt like you couldn’t get close enough to him. He walked you backward to the bed, where you sat down, your hands falling at his hips to look at him. He looked down at you, moving some wet hair behind your ear. You pressed your cheek into his palm, basking in his soft affection.

It wasn’t long, though, before you moved your hands to the front of his jeans, undoing the buttons and pulling the zipper down. Sam’s moved back to your hair once he realized what you were doing, tightening a little in anticipation. 

You reached into his boxers, pumping him a little bit before exposing him to the air. You looked up at him as you lowered your head, bringing your mouth slowly over the head. You didn’t put him fully in your mouth, just teasingly played with the head, bobbing only a little. His breathing was growing shorter and despite his best efforts, soft little mews escaped past his lips at your agonizingly slow movements.

Once you felt you had been mean enough, you let him deeper into your mouth, and he immediately pushed his hips forward, forcing him deeper in your mouth. You concentrated, trying to take as much of him as you could, swirling your tongue around him as you slid him in and out of your mouth. 

His breathing was more ragged and he seemed to involuntarily push your head down; he was close. He seemed to think so too, because he hastily removed himself from your mouth and pushed back on the bed. As you sat up on your elbows, he ditched his shirt, throwing it onto the floor. He stepped out of his jeans, sliding out of his boxers. 

You lifted your back up, going to wiggle your shorts off your hips. Sam leans over and helps, sliding them down your legs. You throw your shirt, not caring where it lands, instantly reaching for Sam again. You crave his lips against yours, to feel him pressed up against you.

His skin is soft, so soft, and you find yourself running your hands up and down his bare back as he kisses you.  

He moves a hand down between you, rubbing you slowly through your panties. You push against his hand and find it extremely hard to resist the urge of bucking against him. His lips move from your lips to your cheek, jaw, neck, down, down, down to that place in between your legs. His long digit moves your underwear aside while his mouth kisses from your clothed pubic bone, down to your open wetness. 

When the heat of his mouth touches you, you let out a wispy breath, your hands falling lifeless to your side. It’s soft and smooth, the way he runs his tongue over your folds. The way you glisten on his upper lip when he looks up at you is enough to send you over the edge.

“Sam,” you whisper, not sure if you’re calling out for him, or encouraging him. He grabs the top of your panties and pulls them down your legs. He runs his hands under your legs until he gets to your hips, pushing them up as he settles between you legs. He places your legs on his shoulders, slowly working on you. 

It doesn’t take long until he’s worked your clit to the point of your climax and you’re right there but then he stops. 

You barely have time to protest before he’s over you, looking down at you. One hand is still on you, his thumb rotating slowly over your clit while another moves up and down on himself. He looks up at you and before he can even ask, you’re already nodding.

“I want too.”

“Are you sure? What if...”

“It’s too late. We’re already different,” you assured him, smiling softly at him. Sam nods, agreeing, before he readies himself. 

You aren’t going to lie: it had been a while and there was a reason you hadn’t taken him all in your mouth. “Oh,” you gasped, one hand balling the sheets into a fist, the other reaching upward. It hovers there between you and Sam, as if you were reaching for him. You decide to drop it, over your face as you take in Sam stretching you. 

Sam is moving slowly into you and that alone is sending you flying. You turn to look at him, cupping his face in your hands. You can’t say anything; you just breathe, looking into Sam’s eyes.

“Baby,” he moans quietly as he starts to rock his hips against yours. Your silence is broken as you let out a soft moan against his neck. He fills you up and you don’t know how long this can last for either of you.

You wrap a leg around his waist, pressing him to you as you meet his strokes. “Oh, (Y/N),” he whispers into your ear, nibbling at your lobe and kissing downwards. 

“Sam, please.” You cry, nearing the edge again. He knew just the way to rock against you, and you caught yourself raking your nails down his back as you climbed higher.

“I’m gonna-”

“Fuck.”

You came first, mewling his name out through the blinding white of your orgasm, rocking against him.

He pulled out of you quickly, and his hot cum landed in a glaze over your tummy. “Fuck.” Sam muttered, falling over you on his elbows. His forehead pressed against yours as you both waited for your breathing to go back to a steady pace.

He stood, walking into the bathroom and snagging a towel off the counter.

As he cleaned you off, his soft smile turned into a smirk. “You going to be able to listen now that I’ve fucked you?”

You burned crimson, smacking him gently with a pillow.

“It might take some more time to learn,” you teased, his head whipping up from his wiping.

Before anything else was spoken between the two of you, there was whistling outside. You grabbed your clothes and dashed across the suite into your room, only turning to give Sam a quick wink before you shut the door closed.

hello i hope this was reMOTELy what you wanted xx lemme know

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Inexplicable Fate (Part 7)

Prompt: When a blinding pain overtakes you at work, what will be in store for your life when you run into the Winchesters and learn Lucifer’s son is about to be born?

Warning: Language, pain, angst, violence, fighting (verbal and physical)…fear of insanity??

Word Count: 1617

Notes: This is for @roxyspearing​ gif challenge. This is like a slow burn?? Idk. It’s a Jack x Reader fic (so Season 12 and 13 spoilers…) It’s LONG. So buckle in. It is slow-ish at first. But things will build to a head…Promise ;P

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You grabbed your suitcases and started to pull the clothing from the closet when a knock came to your door. Castiel entered, even though you hadn’t answered.

“What are you doing?” he questioned as if he were severely confused.

“I’m leaving. It’s clear I’m not wanted or needed here. I’ll just go home and get out of everyone’s way,” you explained as tears dropped all over your clothing, the tears becoming hotter and more frequent as Cas moved swiftly to wrap his arms around you.

“Hey, hey, it’s going to be okay,” he soothed, holding you and stroking your back, an unexpected gesture from the monotone angel. He never struck you as a physical or comforting person, but it felt nice. It felt amazing, actually, to have some form of contact.

After you stopped blubbering, you pulled away and looked up at Cas. “Thank you…”

“I know Dean isn’t...he is not the easiest man to get along with, but he does care about you.”

“How would you know?”

“Because he mentioned you getting your training, he was concerned with you and the fact that you left your life behind.”

You let his words sink in, slowly nodding. He gestured for you two to sit down on the bed.

“I’m sorry I’ve failed you. I told you I would help you with these powers when you got out here, and since then, it seems it’s been nothing but chaos. You deserve the answers I promised you, and for that, I’m sorry. I just...It’s crucial we find Kelly and her baby and come up with some solution that they don’t have to die...So I wanted to come back with some answers for Sam and Dean.”

You nodded, fully understanding where he was coming from.

“I understand. I don’t blame you. I just….It was hard to watch them struggle without you. You three are a great team.”

“I think we are…” he agreed. “But you need to stay. I don’t know how but I’m going to make sure you understand what you are, and how to use any abilities you’ve been given. It wasn’t fair of me to abandon you like that. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. I just didn’t want to feel...useless or powerless anymore. When they went up against Dagon and I couldn’t help and a man died...That was soul crushing,” you explained.

“I know. I’m sorry. But I will make it up to you. Somehow. For now, can you promise to stay here?”

You nodded.

“Thank you,” he said.

“While you were up there, did you find out what I might be?” you questioned, hopeful.

“I asked once or twice, but got nothing, I was mainly focused on the Kelly situation.”

Shaking your head, you said, “No, yeah, I get that. No problem. We can always start with the training now,” you offered, your voice filled with hope and joy.

“I need to speak with Dean first,” he said. “Then we’ll see.”

“Oh...Okay.”

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While Cas talked to Dean, you went to shower and clean your room. When you finished, you thought you would join Sam in the library, as you’d heard Sam studying to try and find Dagon, perhaps you could be some help there.

“Wait, Dean, stop,” Sam said as you entered the war room. “A nephilim is just a human soul with angelic grace, you remove the grace--”

“Kid’s just a kid,” Dean summarized.

“Kid’s just a kid,” Sam echoed, as they realized they had a million dollar idea. “This way, Kelly wouldn’t have to die and neither would her baby.”

“Hot damn,” Dean breathed.

“Hot damn,” Sam repeated.

“No,” you suddenly said as you walked into the library.

“No?” Dean said.

“No, you can’t do that,” you argued.

“Y/N, what are you talking about? This is perfect.”

“How? By making the child lose his grace he becomes normal,” you said, looking at Sam desperately as you got closer to their table.

“Yeah, that’s kinda the idea, or did you miss that in the last few months?” Dean quipped.

“But why rob him of his grace?”

“What choice do we have?” Sam asked as he peered at you with desperate eyes.

“I don’t know but this isn’t it.”

“Newsflash, we have been trying for months to come up with a solution to cure the demon kid without having to kill him or the mother, now that we have one, you’re upset because he won’t be special?”

“Why do you need to cure him at all?”

“Because he’s dangerous!” Dean shouted.

“You don’t know that,” you argued, your tone firm. “What says he’s going to come out innately evil?”

“Uh, being Satan’s kid is a good indicator.”

“Guys,” Sam said, trying to appease the tension that was rising. “I think Dean is saying, it’s a chance we can’t take. Yes, he might come out good, but if we have a shot at keeping mom and baby alive, we should take it.”

“So you’re just going to take away the thing that makes him special? Just like that?”

“That thing that makes him special could destroy the earth, maybe the universe. Now, I don’t know about you,but I don’t want that sort of stuff walking around!” Dean yelled.

“Why? Because power is dangerous? Because angels can’t be trusted?” you pressed.

“Pretty much,” he said.

“So, me, I can’t be trusted?” you asked, awaiting a reaction from them. “I have angelic grace, and clearly I’ve got the power to do something. I laid out the angel with no problem.”

Sam sighed as Dean’s face morphed into realization.

Sam said, “Y/N, it’s different for you, you’re an adult. You know how to handle them. You know you need to be careful. But a baby, Lucifer’s baby...Who knows what destruction it could cause?”

“Not if he’s raised right,” you argued.

“Really? Nature versus nurture crap, right now?” Dean spat, shaking his head in frustration.

“Look at me. Like you said, I’m an adult, but I was raised to be a good person. I could’ve gone buck wild when I found out I had these powers. I could’ve killed the angel and probably gone on a killing spree for fun if I felt like it...But I didn’t, because I knew better. Nothing is saying it won’t do the same.”

The two men drug their hands down their faces and ran fingers through their hair.

“Why do you care so much? This kid means nothing to you.”

“Because when he was conceived, something inside me woke up. For better or worse, I am somehow tied to this child, and if you…if you take his grace away, what will that mean for me?” you asked, tears threatening to spill.

Both men sighed.

“I’m not trying to be difficult. I just want you to see it for how it is. He possesses the power to destroy the world, yes, but what if he uses that power to save it? Did that ever occur to you?” you wondered.

“It did, and I don’t care,” Dean said, standing. “I’m not willing to take that chance. We’ve lost too much. We’re doing this plan, because it’s the right thing to do,” he said in a low voice as he got close to you. “I’m gonna get Cas and we’re gonna see if we can get to Kelly.”

He left the room and you stood there looking at Sam.

“Sam, come on,” you tried, your arms gesturing lazily at your side.

“I think this is a really good plan. Dean’s right, it’s not a chance I’m willing to take. To just roll the dice on mankind? I...I don’t think I can live with that.”

“He’s gone!” Dean shouted from behind you as he mad his way back into the war room.

“What?” Sam said as he stood.

“Cas is missing,” Dean explained. “And so is the Colt.”

With that, a flurry of action began. Dean and Sam had tried calling Cas multiple times. Dean began bagging up several guns, as Sam tried to talk with him.

“I say we kick his feathered ass,” Dean said, to which Sam responded Cas must need the Colt for something big.

“Let me go with you,” you said as you walked into the war room.

“No way.Not happening,” Dean dismissed.

“I might be able to help,” you tried.

“No,” Dean repeated, more firm.

“Dammit, Dean,” you sighed.

“What?” he shouted. “I’ve got a rogue angel, my most important weapon is gone, and I still have a huge problem with a missing demon child! I don’t need to play baby sitter!”

“I can be a weapon for you,” you answered.

“That’s too dangerous,” Sam responded.

“I don’t care. I’m tired of being useless to you two. I want to help, and if that means dying...then at least I did it for something that meant something, but just sitting here like an atomic bomb waiting to go off, it’s driving me insane.”

“Y/N--” Sam bean but it was interrupted by a shriek from your mouth.

“Ah!” you cried out, gripping the chair at the table for support with one hand while the other flew to your head, grabbing your skull.

“Y/N!” Sam called as he raced over to you, putting his hands on your shoulders, helping to keep you up while Dean dropped what he was doing and came over.

The words, the voices, they filled your head, until you had a clear picture.

Once the pain passed, you stood upright, looking at Sam and Dean in disbelief. “I know where they're going.”

“Where?” Sam asked.

“To kill Dagon...and Kelly,” you informed, horror in your own eyes.