#also on the other hand i have no idea what my step dads NICKNAME is.

[luveline]

Can we get like a roan trying to make reader and Eddie make up after they have been visibly upset at each other (but like quiet arguments/none that roan heard)?????

thank you for your request my love! dad!eddie x fem!reader

You and Eddie don't fight a lot, so when you do it's always over something serious. 

You're sitting in the kitchen with tear stained cheeks trying to put pep back in your step before Roan wakes up, a huge cup of orange juice in front of you and a caffeine pill beside it. You argued pretty much all night, and now it's morning, and you're heartbroken. 

The good news is that the fight is for the most part solved. You're trying not to think about it, residual anger and annoyance and a third, awful something coiling in your gut —Eddie being against you is the worst feeling in the entire world, bar nothing. You can't stand it, and perhaps it's slightly codependent to function that way, but he's the person you love most (beside his dark-haired daughter). You're mad at him and you're also so fucking sorry you upset him, and you hate yourself, and you dislike him a little bit too. 

He's drinking a cup of coffee on the other side of the table. You've made up, but you certainly aren't friendly. If you don't tell each other everything it gets worse and festers into cracks you don't want in your relationship. You plan on dying with him, whenever it happens, he's gonna be by your side. If that means being honest to the point of extreme uncomfortableness, so be it. 

So he told you some things about yourself that had been weighing on him, and vice versa. Fights are fights are fights. They suck no matter what they're about, and they leave you feeling grubby, but Eddie always says sorry, and you say sorry too. 

Roan starts to wake up, the sound of her bed springs creaking from a floor away. You and Eddie both stand like you might go get her, which is foreign 'cos most of the time you sit at the table waiting for her. You pretend you'd been meaning to make her breakfast and Eddie curls his hand around the top of his chair as she descends the stairs and walks down the hall to the kitchen.

"Hello," Roan says, practically skipping up to the table. "Good morning! I'm missing one of my socks and um, think it fell down my bed." 

"Yeah?" Eddie asks. 

"We'll find it," you say. 

"Good. What's wrong?" 

She's deceptively smart. 

"Uh, nothing," Eddie says.

Roan climbs up onto her chair with the big cushion. She looks like she might fall. Eddie puts his hands around her waist to prevent any concussions, popping a kiss on her pale cheek. 

"It's too quiet," she insists. 

You flick on the radio and pass over a bowl of cereal for Roan. She likes something Eddie nicknamed 'rainbow cereal', which is all the cereals you buy mixed into one bowl. It doesn't need sugar, but you pretend to put some in there to keep her appeased. 

She stays standing. 

Eddie asks her to sit, and she grumbles and doesn't bother. Sometimes it's better to let her do whatever harmless thing she wants to do rather than start a fight, and you're both clearly much too tired to try. Eddie holds her waist and drops kisses into the top of her head intermittently. You sip your orange juice until it's empty, the radio chugging along in the background. 

"Did I do something?" Roan asks, four spoonfuls in, a frown on her little face. 

"No, baby, we're just tired. Why do you think you did something?" 

"Why are you tired?" she asks, ignoring Eddie's question. 

"We stayed up later than usual by accident. 'Cos we didn't have someone put us to bed." 

"Ask Wayne," she says. She takes another mouthful of cereal, milk sloshing all over the place. 

"Good idea. We'll ask Wayne," you say. 

She's convinced for a time, but breakfast ends, and neither of you know what to do after. It's a Saturday, which might explain the size of the argument. Friday is the most tiring day of the week, every week. Saturdays are empty. You might go see Wayne tonight, but beside that there's nothing planned. 

Roan senses a lack of enthusiasm in the living room.

"Did something bad happen?" she asks. 

"Baby, no," Eddie says, turning down her cartoons a touch. "Nothing happened, I promise. Everything is okay." 

"I don't feel well," she says, and collapses into his lap dramatically, instantaneous dead weight. 

She doesn't understand the anxiety she's feeling. You understand at the very least, so you meet Eddie's eyes and mouth, "Can I tell her? No details." 

He nods. "Sure," he says aloud. "If you want to, go for it." 

He speaks without attitude. You slide closer on the couch, arm pressed to Eddie's, and can't resist the urge to stroke an unruly strand of hair from his cheek. You pause, and then you kiss his cheek. He turns his face to yours and taps your noses together.

You smile, reassured, and squeeze his bicep. 

"Me and Dad had an argument," you confess. 

Roan looks up from his lap. "What?" 

"We had a fight. We didn't agree about something, so we were fighting, and now we're tired because it's hard when you love someone and you want to be on the same page." You blow out a big breath. "But we made up." 

"Doesn't feel like it," Roan says, pushing herself up using both arms. "You're not cuddling or anything." 

"Uh, well…" 

"We haven't had time," Eddie says. 

"Do it now," Roan advises, scrambling backward out of Eddie's lap. 

You're not a wimp, you put yourself under Eddie's arm, and he wraps you up by the shoulder, and you're both kind of stiff but at least Roan isn't worrying she did something wrong. In fact, she looks pleased. She lets Eddie take her hand and doesn't complain when he gives it three big squeezes in a row. 

"You didn't do anything wrong," you say, "you know? It's me that made the mistake, Ro." 

"Me too," Eddie says. 

"Well, mistakes are okay. I make mistakes all the time," Roan says. 

Eddie drops his cheek into the top of your head, defeated and tired and, maybe, maybe maybe maybe, he's happy too. He relaxes slowly, and you let yourself do the same, your arm held across his waist and your fingertips sliding underneath his t-shirt. You feel his skin mindlessly, cool and smooth under your touch, and figure that the fighting has been worth it if it means you get to do this again. 

"Sorry, Eds," you mumble. 

"I'm sorry too," he says back. "I was feeling like a dick yesterday."

"Me too," you say with a laugh. 

Eddie nudges your head with his nose until he can kiss your jaw, a series of chaste, quick pecks. His affection is a blessing. You tilt your head and he makes a disbelieving Yeah? kind of sound, snorting before he tracks kisses up to your cheek and down again. 

Roan jabs her arm with her toes as she stands on Eddie's thigh and hugs him. "See? That was easy." 

You both turn to her with similar motivation. "Super easy," you agree, as Eddie says, "You're right. Thanks, baby." 

"Welcome! Can we find my sock now? My toes are cold." 

You both laugh at her, sympathy and bemusement mixed together. "Oh, babe. We can find you some socks, I'm sorry." 

You stand up and swing her into your arms simultaneously, pleased when she wraps her legs around you and cheers in victory. You're not surprised when Eddie stands up behind you, resting his hand between your shoulders. 

"How about we get dressed? It's Saturday. We can go somewhere, maybe we can go into Indy and have All-American?" Eddie asks.

"Burgers?" Roan asks. 

You laugh into her hair. That's the plan for the day decided —Roan has a one track mind when it comes to cheeseburgers. And she should have what she wants. She saved your Saturday with time to spare.

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more eddie, roan and reader

#eddie and roan #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #dad!eddie munson x reader #dad!eddie munson #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic

[mamachasesmayhem]

Cardinal Rule • Hold You With My Hands Tied

Master | Three | Five

Pairing: Jake Seresin x oc Lexi Knox

Warnings: sweet, fluffy Jake. My competency kink is showing. Protective Jake. Maybe a lil angst at the end? 🫣

Quick note! Lexi’s op has been nicknamed “Oz” so here’s a little key for later!

Monkeys: the little nobodies who are all talk

The Tin Man: the bomber

The Lion: the recruiter

The Scarecrow: the red herring

The Wizard: the head of the organization

The Wicked Witch: the face of the organization

“So, I don’t get it. How do you get ‘Lou’ out of ‘Lexington’?” Gideon mused aloud.

This pulls a snort from Roman and smirks from the rest of the team. Lexi starts to explain when Roman cuts her off.

“You better not ever call her that, at least not to her face. Only people with the name Seresin can do that and still live,” he grins wildly.

Lexi rolls her eyes and continues on after the interruption. “It’s something Jake started the day I met him and Joey. I’m from Kentucky and it’s like nails on a chalkboard for me when Louisville is pronounced Looey-ville.”

“What’s the correct way to say it?”

“Lou-vul. I figured Joey should know the correct way to pronounce the name of our college and corrected her every time,” Lexi smiles at the memory. “Jake gave me hell for it from the start, obnoxiously calling me Lou-vul, eventually it got shortened to Lou and it stuck.”

“You are down so bad for that man, Lex. You ever gonna put him out of his misery and let him love you?” Agent Ellis chimes in as he enters the conference room for debrief.

“You really wanna kick that hornet's nest, Morgan?” Lexi snarked right back.

“Easy, you two. No analyzing teammates, remember?” Agent Spencer teasingly admonished from his seat at the head of the table. “Because, if we were, I’d tell Lexi to suck it up buttercup and to stop letting the idea of your asshole dad cloud your judgment. Commander Seresin is one of the select few people I have genuine respect and admiration for. I’d also tell Morgan to sack up and finally ask out the girl he’s been not so secretly pining for. I know her, she won’t say no.”

Eric smiles smugly at the slightly stunned expressions on three of his team members' faces. “Well, now that we’re all here, let’s get started. Knox, solid work on nailing that lead. With a handful of Monkeys, the Lion, and the Tin Man out of the picture, we’re one step closer to shutting down Oz for good.”

The team quickly logged into their bureau issued iPads and pulled up the case files Roman had brilliantly organized and tailored to each agent. Eric quickly dives in, reviewing all the previously obtained information and detailing the new finds. Lexi’s contact transfer tracing procedure had been crucial in finding the man they’d referred to as the Tin Man; the bomb maker. With every new scrap of evidence, Lexi was tirelessly working to identify and trace every possible point of contact. It’s how she found the bomber, putting her doctorate research and brand new technique to the test. There had been traces of laundry detergent, soil, metal, and a boatload of other things detected in the bomb fragments from the last attack. After sitting down and tracing where they all could have converged, she determined the location of where it could have been built. The address led to a property, the property led to a suspect. It could be extremely tedious at times, but she genuinely loved her job.

While their teammates take off into different directions to chase down tangential leads, people, and places, Lexi and Roman head to their shared office. They very quickly learned that working in the same space was infinitely more productive given how many times a day she called Roman when she was sequestered to a sterile lab. She kept her lab space for when she needed to look at things without the possibility of contamination, but Roman was an invaluable resource when it came to finding any information she needed. With the knowledge of tonight being the first night Joey is out of town (which always made her mopey), Lexi threw herself headfirst into work as a distraction, only pausing to eat a burrito Erin literally threw at her head around lunchtime.

Roman had left a few hours ago, the rest of the team probably an hour ahead of him, leaving Lexi to sulk in silence. Somewhere around the time of their first national championship win their freshman year of college, the typically jaded and distant Kentucky native found herself quite attached to the human version of Tinkerbell she called her roommate. They’d been practically inseparable since, sparing only the week Lexi spent recovering from her emergency surgery. The Seresin family had welcomed her with wide open arms, and she seamlessly spent every school break back on the Texas ranch. Her parents couldn’t have cared less, she was essentially dead to them when she refused to follow along with their ideal to be the perfect housewife. Lexi had dreams of her own, and none of those included being someone’s accessory that’s meant to be seen and not heard.

Just as she’s about to open another file, her phone startles her as it rings.

Wildcat.

She answers quickly. “Hey, Jake. You get Joey sent off ok?”

“We both know you know the answer to that, I’m in the same group text as you and you replied when she said she made it in 4 hours ago. Put a pin in whatever you’re working on, it’ll still be there tomorrow,” Jake warns, clearly aware of her workaholic tendencies.

Lexi swears under her breath, she forgot she replied earlier. “Oh, duh. I just got to cleaning the house and lost track of-”

“Don’t bullshit me. 10 minutes, Lou.”

“You worry too much, Jake. I’ll head out soon, I just gotta-”

“Lexington Aurelia Knox. You have 10 minutes to get your ass in the car.”

His tone left no room for her to wiggle around. Thanks to Joey’s habit of making sure Lexi takes care of herself, Jake is well versed in her ways of letting her goal oriented approach take over if she’s not careful.

“Ugh, fine. You win, I’ll text you when I get to the car,” she pouts, knowing she’s busted.

After shutting down her computer, dropping her Stanley and uneaten snacks in her giant tote, and locking up her office, Lexi manages to wave goodbye to the agents securing the doors with 3 minutes to spare. She fully expected her car to be the last in the lot, but was absolutely zero percent surprised to see an all too familiar Silverado parked next to her Tahoe.

Lo and behold, one very determined Jake Seresin is leaned up against the driver’s side door of her car, arms folded across his chest, and a toothpick clenched between the teeth of a smug grin.

“You do know I don’t have to be babysat, right? I’m a grown ass woman who is perfectly capable of taking care of myself,” Lexi huffs, hip checking Jake in an attempt to shove him out of her way so she can climb into her SUV.

“Oh, honey, I’m well aware that you’re a grown woman with a nice ass,” he teases, obviously sweeping his eyes over her figure.

“Gross. You made me stop working so I would go home, now you’re blocking my exit. Move, Tex.”

“Damn, you’re cranky tonight. Good thing I brought you your favorite,” Jake smiles, completely unfazed.

His hand disappears into the bed of his truck briefly before coming back into view with a takeout bag.

Lexi can’t hide the way her stomach growls at the sight of the logo of her favorite cafe printed on the paper bag and her hand reaches for it on its own accord.

“Before you offend me and ask: avocado BLT on sourdough, light mayo, extra pickle on the side.”

With her eyes locked on the bag, Lexi misses the softness in his gaze when he looks at her before she teasingly narrows her eyes at him. “Bringing me Sunny’s doesn’t mean you’re forgiven for being so bossy.”

“If you remember your manners, Lou, I might have another surprise for you.” The signature Seresin Smirk ™️ overtakes his face and makes his dimples pop out in full force.

“You didn’t,” Lexi gasps.

“Be sweet and you’ll find out. Or don’t, and risk me having all that sugary goodness to myself tonight.” He shrugs nonchalantly, like he doesn’t know she would break every one of his fingers for withholding one of Sunny’s famous Kentucky Butter Cake Bars.

Lexi knows Jake didn’t have to go out of his way to make sure she ate and didn’t sleep on the couch in her office, so she appeases him. Her features relax into a genuine smile as she peers up at him. “Thank you for bringing me dinner, Wildcat. I really do appreciate it, even if I’m a little hangry and didn’t show it at first.”

Jake reaches into the truck bed once again, this time his hands produce a small box containing the diabetic coma waiting to happen in a handful of squares.

Lexi fills her passenger seat with her large bag and late dinner before returning to her door. Jake is leaning against his truck, waiting for her to get settled and drive off before even considering getting into his own vehicle. He wears an amused look laced with adoration when she finally turns toward him. He opens his arms in invitation and Lexi doesn’t hesitate to melt into his embrace. Her hands settle on either side of his waist and her cheek rests on his firm chest. Jake’s arms wrap around her and his cheek rests atop her head.

“You and Joey are the strongest people I know. Not just women, all people. I know you’re entirely independent and don’t need anyone, but I sleep a little better at night knowing I helped even the slightest bit,” he murmurs into her hair.

Lexi feels the stress she had carried in her tense shoulders melt away with each second she spends breathing in the warmth and comfort of Jake. He eventually takes a step back, but doesn’t release her completely.

“Text me when you make it home safe, ok?” He requests, dropping a kiss to the top of her head.

“Always do, flyboy.” She steps away and opens her car door. “And Jake? Thank you for checking on me and feeding me. I’ll never say this out loud again and if you repeat it, I’ll call you a liar, but you’re kind of the best. Goodnight.”

With that, she finally climbs into the driver’s seat with a smile and waves as she pulls out of the lot.

The next two weeks continued in a similar fashion, Lexi busted her ass at work and Jake was waiting at her car every night making sure she left at a normal time. He either brought her food, took her to eat, or had something waiting at home for her. They fell into a routine of sorts; after eating dinner, they’d watch a few episodes of a tv show, and Jake would head home for the night.

She had felt the absence of Joey more than she expected. She realized they’d only been separated for a brief period of time, the few months between Joey taking the job in San Diego and Lexi graduating with her doctorate were immensely difficult and she hated to admit how attached she had gotten to the spunky blonde. Sure, she had prepared herself to be home alone, but it still didn’t make the time at home less lonely. Jake stepping in the way he did meant more than she’d ever let on.

Lexi had identified almost every trace and where to find them, but was still hung up on a handful of substances. That Thursday, Jake and the rest of the Daggers got rained out of air maneuvers and he convinced Lexi to take the afternoon off. She only agreed with the concession that she would do a little work from home. She had hoped a change of scenery while attempting to identify the remaining traces would help her figure out what they were.

She was curled up in the corner of the couch with her files pulled up on both her MacBook and iPad screens when Jake walked through the garage door and into Lexi’s living room.

“Hey, Lou! I brought Mexican!” He hollers as he places the bags on the countertop.

While putting their meals on plates, he hears a loud groan of annoyance come from the living room and doesn’t attempt to hide his chuckle.

Bowls of queso and guacamole were placed on the table, followed by their plates, and finally a gallon jug of their favorite margaritas.

“Jesus Christ, Jake. How much money have you spent feeding me lately?!” Lexi asks, just now realizing he’s the sole reason she’s eaten with Joey gone.

“Not as much as you think, your half pint ass doesn’t cost much to feed. It’s like adding an appetizer to my dinners,” he teases. “What's got you so frustrated?”

He drops down on the couch next to her and holds his hand out for the iPad to switch it out with a tumbler filled with margarita. Lexi concedes and takes a large drink before sighing.

“I can’t figure out this last compound and it’s pissing me the fuck off! I can’t identify it and I feel like it’s right under my nose,” she whines and flops her head back on the couch.

Knowing Lexi would never take anything that could compromise her case out of the building, Jake gestures towards the still unlocked iPad. “Mind if I take a look?”

“Do your worst,” she replies.

Most people don’t try to look beyond the cocky Hangman persona Jake projects, because if they did, they’d know he was brilliant. Lexi and Joey both graduated college (Lexi eventually with her PhD) with top grades and a lot of it was due to Jake’s help. His study techniques were incredible, all three of their successes reflected that.

Jake’s eyes are trained on the screen and Lexi takes the opportunity to drown her frustrations in chips and queso while he reads. She can’t help her grin when she notices that he brought her favorite; a giant burrito filled with steak, refried beans, and cheese. As usual, there’s an identical one on Jake’s plate plus rice and fajitas. Lexi had gotten Jake hooked on the burrito the week she’d stayed with him after her appendix was removed. He’d made fun of her at first, then tried a bite and never looked back.

Jake wordlessly reached for her laptop, surely wanting to check the database to confirm his finding, and she handed it over before reaching for her plate. Not even two bites in, Jake sets both devices down and smiles broadly at her.

She looks up, eyes wide. “No the fuck you did not.”

“Yes the fuck I did,” his eyes sparkle as he speaks. “In your defense, I work with this stuff everyday. It’s JP-5, sulfur, carbon, and potassium nitrate. Aka jet fuel and gunpowder.”

Lexi scrambles to deposit her food back on the coffee table and quickly grabs the iPad. “Holy shit! Oh my God, I could kiss your face!”

“Damn, all I gotta do is talk nerdy to ya and you’re ready to break your rules?! I shoulda done that a while ago,” he teases, leaving a kiss at her temple.

Jake sees her wheels spinning and already knows what she’s thinking. “I’ll make you a deal, you finish eating to soak up that tiny bit of tequila and I’ll take you to the tarmac since the rain quit?”

Lexi scrambles into his lap, hugs him tightly, and kisses his cheek. “You got yourself a deal, wildcat!”

If Jake is stunned by the display of affection, he doesn’t let on. He simply smiles, picks up his own plate, and digs in.

An hour and a half later, they’re pulling up to the hangars where Jake spends most of his time during work hours. He’s not sure what she’s looking for, but he dutifully leads Lexi around the tarmac, happy to watch her back. He can’t help but feel like they’ve had eyes on them the entire time, and he would rather die than let anything happen to the little hellcat he’s been following around for the last few hours. She stopped sporadically, pulling gloves and specimen bags out of her backpack and collecting samples.

It’s approaching midnight when they finally return to the girls’ shared home. After feeling like they’d been watched for the last few hours, Jake was reluctant to leave immediately. Seemingly sensing this, Lexi invites Jake in to finish watching their show.

Walking the fine line between awake and asleep, Lexi burrows into Jake’s chest. “It’s kind of annoying, you know.”

“What is, shortcake?” He hums in response.

“How warm and cozy you are. Can I tell you a secret?”

“You can tell me all your secrets, you should know that by now.”

Lexi is silent for a second before she quietly responds. “I trust my team to have my back no matter what. But I’ve never felt safer doing recon than I did when you were with me earlier.”

“Can’t beat grade A, grass fed Texas men, honey,” he replies with a smirk, trying to break the tension.

“Nah, it’s just because it was you, Jake. I know nobody will ever protect me like you do,” she hums into the spot where she’s nestled against his chest.

“You’re damn right, Lou. I’d never let anything happen to you, ever.”

“That’s part of the problem, you know?”

Jake is thoroughly confused when he replies. “What problem?”

“The-well…the you problem. I’ve kept my guard up with every guy I’ve dated with no problem. But you’ve taken my defenses down, brick by brick, and I’m not even mad about it anymore. Damn Seresins, worming your way into my heart.”

Jake’s breath stalls in his chest, his heart most likely stopped beating for a few seconds as he processes what she just shared with him. He knows she’s sleepy and a little tipsy and probably didn’t mean to share as much as she just did.

He decides now probably isn’t the best time to drop his full feelings on her, they’ll save that for another time. “You’re our girl, shortcake. Have been since day one,” he says, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her head once again.

It’s a gesture both of them have grown to adore, and Lexi snuggles in tighter, humming contentedly. As much as it kills him to do, Jake moves to get up. “I should probably head out.”

Lexi’s response shocks him slightly. She wraps her arms around him and murmurs a single word. “Stay.”

It’s not a question or suggestion, but Jake still wants to clarify. “You sure?”

“Mmhmm. You’re comfy, don’t go.”

And how on earth could he deny her when she asks so sweetly?

Lexi is roused from sleep the next morning when an alarm goes off before the sun is up.

“Nooo, turn it off,” Lexi whines, tucking herself in tighter against the warm chest she’d been using as a pillow.

She knows exactly where she is and exactly who she’s laying on.

Jake.

While it’s a new occurrence, she doesn’t have even an ounce of regret in her body about it.

“I don’t wanna go, but I gotta,” Jake coos, gently brushing her hair away from her face.

“I do too. Some smartass helped me crack my case last night and I gotta share it with the team,” she grins up at him. “No more tequila after ten on a work night though. We’re old now,” she groans.

Jake’s chest rumbles under her cheek with his chuckle. They lay in quiet comfort for a few minutes before his snoozed alarm goes off again. Jake stretches as he stands and then pulls Lexi up and into his arms.

He’s gently scratching her scalp when he finally decides to ask the question. “Have dinner with me tonight?”

Lexi quirks an eyebrow at him. “I’ve had dinner with you every night for the last two weeks, Jake.”

“Such a smartass,” he grumbles, making her smile. “Go out to dinner with me tonight? On an actual date. Like clammy hands and wondering if I’m gonna kiss you when I drop you off afterwards kinda date.”

“As if you wouldn’t be coming inside afterwards,” she teases back.

“That’s what she said!” They both yell in unison before giggling over their joke.

“Yeah, Jake. It’s a date.”

He kisses the top of her head once more before heading for the door, having to rush to stop by his house to grab his flightsuit before work. “Text me when you get to work and we can decide the details for later! Bye, shortcake!”

Lexi grins to herself the rest of the morning and she takes her time getting ready, the flush permanent on her cheeks by the time she meets the team in the conference room to brief them on her discovery.

“Oh ho ho, am I seeing things or is Lexi Hard Knox smiling today? You saw Jake again last night, didn’t you?” Morgan ribs, plopping into his seat with a smug grin. His question catches the attention of Eric, Emily, and Roman immediately.

“As a matter of fact, I did,” Lexi grins at the stunned expressions on everyone’s face and decides to take it a step further. “He actually stayed the night too, after he helped me crack the last two compounds that resulted in my gathering y’all this morning.”

The room is nothing but gaping fish staring back at her, shock evident in all of their features. Once the rest of the team joins, Lexi quickly slips into work mode and launches into her newest findings. She explains how the JP-5 and gunpowder combination couldn’t be found anywhere other than the naval air base and they now need to be looking at anyone who would have access to the base. Her heart sinks at the thought she could know the person involved, that Jake could unknowingly be friends with a domestic terrorist. The rest of the team picks up on that as well and swears to find the traitor quickly, promising to keep her and Jake safe as well.

The whole team spends the entire day deep in hunting mode. Roman pulls up a list of who all could have access, Lexi cross checks with possible contacts, and the rest of the team is running down leads. Before she knows it, it’s creeping up on the time she agreed to meet Jake for dinner. She’d packed her makeup, a sundress, and wedges so she could stay at work as late as possible but still look put together at one of the nicer restaurants in the area.

Lexi was anxious yet excited. She’d spent the last ten years of her life pretending like Jake didn’t affect her, so acknowledging the fact their relationship was a long time coming was an odd feeling. They had a lot to talk about, that was for sure. While she thrived on the constant change in her professional life, changes in her personal life made her stomach turn. Her mind is going a hundred miles an hour as she applies her makeup, internally questioning if she’s actually ready for this.

Across town, Jake is parking his truck at the restaurant. He’s a solid half hour early, but he was so nervous that he had done everything he could think of to burn off the energy in record time. He really hated that he couldn’t pick Lexi up like he would for a proper date, but he knew she had a lot going on with work and probably needed the extra comfort of having her own car waiting outside if she needed it. He had so many things he wanted to say, things he wanted to tell her, but he was also scared as hell that he might spook her by moving so fast. He finally climbed out of his truck 10 minutes before their reservation and headed inside. Once seated, he ordered a bottle of Lexi's favorite wine and waited for her arrival.

10 minutes ticked by.

Then 15.

He pulled his phone out to check and see if she’d texted him to let him know she was running behind, but there was no unread message.

Frowning, he taps out a message to see where she is. It goes unread after a few minutes, which is entirely unexpected. After a few more minutes, he calls her and it goes straight to voicemail.

She’s now half an hour late, and she’s never late.

Jake’s heart sinks as he tries not to panic. She must have turned her phone off.

He shoots off a message to Joey, asking if she’d heard from her lately. She quickly replies saying no and asking what was going on. Jake promised he’d call her later and catch her up on what’s going on.

Because something is going on, something just has to be.

She wouldn’t ask him to stay and agree to a date only to blow him off, right?

Right?

#Spotify #jake seresin #mama mayhem writes #jake hangman seresin #top gun maverick #dagger au #jake seresin fluff #cardinal rule #jake and lexi #lexi knox

[musings-of-a-rose]

I Don't Want to See Tomorrow (Unless I See It With You) - Chapter 1

Pairing: Benny Miller x f!reader nicknamed "Juni"

Word Count: 3600+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story. 

Notes: I've had this idea in my head for well over a year and with the Fallout show being dropped (and absolutely AMAZING), I figured now was the time to post it! So this is a Triple Frontier/Fallout crossover au. Huge shoutout to @mermaidxatxheart for listening to probably hours of audio at this point of me talking myself through this fic. And to @deathbecomesnerds for listening to me prattle on about video game fics and giving me her own advice.

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May, 2067

"We're so proud of you, honey!" My mom hugs me tight, my cap nearly sliding off my head with the force of it.

"We knew you'd get top marks!" My dad claps me on the back and pulls me in for another tight hug, my cap fully falling from my head this time.

"Thanks, Dad." My mom hands me back my graduation cap and I put it back on my head, attempting to get it to stay put as I look out over the crowd of people.

"There's my favorite graduate."

I spin, nearly falling over in my heels but Benny catches me, chuckling as I right myself. His smile is wide and bright, but there's something else. I can't quite place it.

"What a coincidence. My favorite graduate is here too," I bop him on the nose and he chuckles again. He moves to kiss me but then his eyes shift over my shoulder and he backs up, clearing his throat, no doubt having made eye contact with my dad.

"Ben, will you be joining us for dinner?" My mom asks.

"Uh, sure. Save me a seat."

My mom squeezes my shoulder. "We'll see you at dinner, honey."

I give them each a hug before they leave, turning back to Benny. He immediately pulls me to him, kissing me deeply before pulling back.

"Can I take you somewhere?"

"I'll go anywhere with you, Benny."

He takes my hand, so small in his large one, and leads me through the crowd to his old truck. He opens the door for me and helps me in before hopping in the driver's seat. I scoot next to him and lay my head on his shoulder, Benny laying his arm across the back of the seat. We drive for a bit before turning into our neighborhood and pulling into the empty park. We get out and he takes my hand, pulling me towards a juniper tree that was in a field next to the playground. He pulls me to him and kisses me again, my cap long since forgotten in the cab of his truck.

"Why are we here, Benny?"

"Don't you remember this tree, Juni?"

I smile up at him as I glance at the tree. "How could I forget? We met under this tree shortly after I moved here. It's why you call me Juni. Like juniper." I gesture at the tree.

He smiles at the memory. "We were what...5?"

"Yeah. Such a long time ago. Now look at us. 18 and heading to college."

There's an awkward silence and I look up at him. "Benny?"

He rubs the back of his neck, not quite looking at me. "About college."

I step back from him. "You're not going through with the sign up, are you??"

He holds his hands out, trying to placate me. "Look. Will is already there. He flew through basic and they're putting him in a special force if he keeps it up-"

"There's a war, Benny-"

"Exactly. And I know we aren't there yet, but we both know there will be a draft eventually-"

"You don't know that!"

"And if I sign up voluntarily, I get some say in where I go. I'm a way better shot than Will so I think I can make it into his-"

"No. No! I can't...I don't....I'll go with you!" I'm fighting back tears, my voice catching in my throat.

Benny shakes his head. "No, sweetheart. You need to go to college. You're too smart. Get that masters in..what was it...bio-nuclear agriculture practices? Sciences?"

I shake my head. "I don't care. I want to be with you! Unless...do you not-"

Benny's face becomes serious. He cups my face and forces me to look at him, his eyes so bright but worried. "Don't think that I don't want you. I do. I want you forever and always. But I have to do this. I have to get ahead of it. This way, I can watch Will's back too."

My tears break free, sliding down my cheeks. "I'm scared, Benny. I can't lose you."

"You won't lose me."

"You'll find some other girl and...and..." Benny cuts me off with a kiss, my tears rubbing off onto his face. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a simple, plain gold band. Not too thick.

"Benny?"

"Look, I'm not forcing anything on you. I can't do that to you, especially signing up for the army. But I did make this promise ring. And, in a few years when you're all graduated, if you still want to, I'll add a rock to it and we'll get married."

I hold the small band in my palm, touching it with my fingers before looking back up at him.

"This was not the best proposal," he chuckles and I do too, despite everything.

"It wasn't a proposal. It's a promise. How about you promise to come home to me in one piece?"

"I can promise to try my best."

I nod. "I'll take it."

Benny slides the band onto my finger and pulls out a thicker band from his pocket and hands it to me. I slide it onto his finger, winding his hand in mine and for a moment, we both just stare at our hands, feeling the weight of our futures.

"When you get your own power armor, make sure to send me a photo!"

Benny smiles. "Fuck yeah I will!"

10 years later...

Benny and I had stayed faithful to each other over the last 10 years. My friends never understood why I didn't want to go out partying, dating around. "He said he didn't hold you to anything!" They'd complain. But I would just shake my head. Benny holds all of me, always has, since the day we met under that juniper tree. He took one look at my scared face, alone in this new neighborhood, and took my hand, told me everything would be ok and that we were friends now.

He'd have to be the one to leave because I never would.

We met up over the years, sometimes being lucky his off time would line up with mine. We'd make the most of our time together, Benny preferring to spend as much time as possible between my thighs and I wasn't going to complain about that. But every time we talked about adding a rock to the band, his face would get worried. He said things were heating up with the war and he didn't want me tied down if something happened to him. I told him ring or no, I was already tethered to him.

Then, about 3 years ago, he told me he was saving up for that rock. That it would take him some time. I didn't care how long as we were already married in my mind. Our times together became less and less as the Sino-American War waged on, both sides at a stalemate.

Then finally, in May of 2078, a few weeks after I graduated from Vault-Tec University with my Masters in Bio-fusion Agriculture, Benny knocked on my front door, already on one knee when I answered it holding up a beautiful diamond ring in exactly my style. Once he slid the ring on my finger, I pulled him inside, not making it past the front entrance way before we were tearing each other's clothes off, Benny burying himself inside of me as I try to not slide across the floor.

We were married that same night.

He had to leave a few days later, but we made good use of our time together.

2077

Around late August, Vault-Tec moved my research lab from the city proper to a smaller research lab just outside the city. It worked out fairly well as it was stationed near the vault that was basically up the hill from my parent's suburban home. The one I grew up in. I liked being out of the city. There were less soldiers here, people were stressed still but it wasn't as violent.

The beginning of October rolled in, bringing cooler weather and the start of my favorite season. Morale, as a country, was low, so people took to decorating for Halloween early, the decorations helping people to smile a little more. But nothing put a smile on my face like Benny showing back up, his entire unit, including his brother Will and their other "brothers" Frankie, Santi, and Tom, all returning to their homes.

We spent a couple weeks together before the phone rang in the middle of the night. Benny yawns, picking it up with a grunt, his back immediately straightening out at whomever was on the other end. All I heard was "Yes, Sir," before he hung up.

"You're leaving?" I ask, grazing my fingers across his bare back.

"Yeah," he turns, pulling down the comforter to reveal my bare chest, his finger tracing lines around my breasts, my nipples hardening at the touch. "But not for long. They just want us to escort a higher up when they visit Boston."

"Sounds serious."

He nods, his hand sliding lower, under the covers and pressing between my thighs. "It is. Very serious."

"So..d-do you have t-to leave?" It was hard to focus, the pressure between my legs building the longer he caresses me.

He leans in close, kisses me softly. "Not before I make love to my wife."

He leaves about an hour later, my inner thighs sticky with him, my heart racing not with bliss but with worry that he won't return.

October 23rd, 2077

I wake to birds singing outside my bedroom window, ringing in a beautiful Saturday morning. I roll out of bed, get ready for the day before heading over to my parent's house to stop in for a surprise breakfast. However, my parents were gone, headed into Boston for an appointment, according to our Mr. Handy robot, Hawthorne. In the meantime, the robot had made me breakfast, which I sat and ate, looking at the newspaper but not really taking it in.

I get bored of the paper and set it aside, flipping on the tv, hoping to catch something interesting. I really miss Benny. His absence this week has been weighing heavily on me.

"...followed by flashes, blinding flashes, sounds of explosions. We're trying to get confirmation but we seem to have lost contact with our affiliate stations. We do have coming in, that's uh...confirmed reports, I repeat, confirmed reports of nuclear detinations in New York and Pennslyvania. My God-"

The TV cuts out and I sit there, momentarily stunned at what the news anchor just reported. Nucelar explosions? That can't be right. But then the siren rings, it's high pitched wail sending goosebumps across my skin.

"Ma'am, I think you need to head to the Vault," Hawthorne advises.

I shake my head to snap out of it, quickly running for the door. When I get outside, soldiers are already in the streets, the vertibirds flying towards Boston.

"...If you are registered, head to Vault 111 immediately!" A soldier yells through a megaphone as my neighbors run screaming in the street, some towards the path that will take them to the vault. Others stay in their driveways, cowering in fear.

Someone pushes past me and I fall, scraping my palms on the pavement. I scramble up, just making it to my feet before someone else collides into me, yelling at me to move my ass. I take one last look around and run to the vault, my bare feet thudding across the dirt path.

I pass neighbors with trunks of clothes scattered everywhere, the husband pleading with the wife to leave everything and just run. My heart is nearly beating through my chest as I make my way up the hill, a small crowd gathered in front of the gate to Vault 111. An angry crowd, yelling over the loud wail of the siren and the whoosh of the vertibird propellers.

"If you're not on the list, you're not getting in!" An official looking man yells at a couple who is standing in front of him, the man shifting his weight to his back foot.

"I'm getting in there!" He starts to move forward, but then the high pitched whine of a mini gun starts up, the soldier in power armor, standing at least a foot over the man, pointing it at him.

"Ok, ok, fine!" The man puts his hands in the air and stands aside, his wife following.

The crowd starts to push together, but I force my way through them, yelling to the soldier.

"I'm on the list!"

"Back away! Back away!" The power armored soldier aims again and the people back away, but only a couple of feet. The uniformed soldier looks down at me, clip board in hand.

"Name?"

"Miller." I give him my first name as well as Benny's and his rank.

"Ben Miller's wife? Head on in. Quick!" He waves me through, but I pause for a moment.

"Do you know where he is?"

"No ma'am. Now please, head inside!"

I look out at the crowd of people, now trying to shove each other to get inside, the gate starting to groan with their press. But the one face I want to see, Benny's, is nowhere to be seen.

I'm sure he's ok. I mean, he's a soldier, in an elite group. He's just guarding some fancy higher up in Boston. I'm sure this is just a precaution. I turn my back on my neighbors and run, as fast as I can, to the platform. Another soldier waves me over and points to the platform, where I stand between some neighbors with a baby and the Hendersons, the people who live across the street from my parents.

My parents. They're on the vault list too. Maybe they got into one nearer to Boston? Is that even how this works?

"Almost there!" One of the other people shouts as we wait to be lowered into the vault. I look out over the tree tops from our place on the hill, the Boston skyline gleaming in the distance, my heart hurting that Benny isn't here with me. I'm sure it's nothing, but I'm still terrified.

BOOM!

The ground shakes violently. My eyes reflect the mushroom cloud that explodes over Boston, it's dome slowly floating up into the sky as its sounds reverberate through my body. I can't help the scream erupting in my throat as a violent wind comes whooshing at us a moment later, the city already in flames. The ground below me moves, lowering us into the vault. We all duck just in time, the wind and fire flowing over the space we took up moments before, the whole cement tube rumbling and shuddering with the force of the detonation. For what seems like an eternity, we're in pitch black darkness, the creaking of the pullies lowering us and the sounds of our own whimpers and whispers, the baby crying our only sounds to accompany us down into the vault.

Then light appears as we settle into place, our platform locking in. The gate in front of us opens and a man in a lab coat beckons us forward from the end of the ramp.

"Welcome to Vault 111! Step this way for registration."

"What happened to all of those people up there?" Someone asked.

"Please, let's just get you registered, and through decontamination, and then we can address all your concerns!" Labcoat offers as he gestures towards a woman in a bright blue jumpsuit, yellow stripes down the middle and around the hips like a belt, giant yellow numbers on the back that say 111.

"They're all dead, you idiot. That was a nuclear bomb!" Someone else replied.

"No it wasn't. I bet that was just a trial. This is all practice." He argues back.

"That heat didn't feel fake," someone else pipes up.

Gone. They're all gone. Benny...No. No, I'm sure he's safe, made it to his own vault. All those fancy rich people had vaults. I'm sure he made it in time and I can contact him once I get checked in. I'm sure the vaults all have a way to communicate with each other. Right?

I take a shaky step forward, wiping the tears from my cheeks, willing them to stop for at least check in. I head to the lady Labcoat indicated and she smiles warmly at me. I give her my name and she runs a finger down her list, tapping on what I presume is my name.

"There you are. Mrs. Miller, female. Is your husband-" she glances back down at the list. "-Benjamin, here?" She looks back up at me, a soft, friendly smile on her face, which falters as she looks at me.

"I...he...he was on a m-mission wi-with..."I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself. "My husband is Lieutenant Benjamin Miller. He's in Delta Force. He and his squad were guarding some higher up when....do...do you have any...I mean, do you know..." I can barely choke out words, my mind on Benny but also his brothers.

The woman smiles at me. "I understand. I don't have any information here, unfortunately. All they gave me was this clipboard and some boxes of jumpsuits. But I'm sure once you get through decontamination, they can find out for you. Ok?"

I nod, sniffling, feeling the sob trying to burst out of me. The woman looks me up and down, reaching into one of the boxes around her before handing me a folded up jumpsuit that I'm assuming will look just like hers. "There's a bathroom down that hall on the right. Go ahead and get changed, then head down this hall to the next man in a labcoat. Ok?" I take the uniform from her, attempt a small smile, but my face doesn't move. She gives my hand a little squeeze before I make my way to the bathroom.

I quickly change, zipping up the blue jumpsuit. That woman sure is a good judge of size. This thing fits me like a glove. I gather up my clothes and head down the hall she indicated, taking one last look at the giant vault door, huge and solid, before heading towards the next Labcoat, who was beckoning me to him.

"Hi, Miss-"

"Mrs. I'm Mrs. Miller."

He smiles, but it's...unsettling. Something about his eyes worries me but I can't quite put my finger on it.

"You can leave those here," He nods towards the wad of clothes in my arms and points to a large bin off to the side. "We require jumpsuits from all vault dwellers."

I quickly toss my clothes in the bin, just trying to get through this quickly so I can get more information on Benny. My hands are shaking and I'm holding back vomit, willing my brain to not replay what's happened in the last 15 minutes.

He smiles again. "Thank you, Mrs. Miller. If you'll follow me." He turns and heads down another hall, turning to enter the 2nd doorway. Inside the room is rather large and cold, and I shiver, holding my arms around myself as the Labcoat walks further in. There are what looks like pods, about 6 on each side, facing each other. They have a myriad of tubes and pipes coming from them, a little control panel standing next to each pod. The doors appear to open up as opposed to a normal door. We stop in front of one of them, the door standing open for me, and Labcoat gestures to it.

"If you'll just hop in, ma'am."

"What is it?" I look inside and see some cushions, sort of like a chair if your were standing. I glance around and notice more people coming in, all of them standing in front or getting into a pod, donning the bright blue jumpsuits.

"It's a decontamination chamber. We have to make sure everyone is clean and free of radiation and other unpleasentries before we allow you into the vault. For vault health and security, of course."

I nod. "Makes sense. I do have a question."

He looks irritated but then that smile is back. "Yes, ma'am?"

"When I get through here, I'll be able to talk to someone about my husband? He's a lieutenant in Delta Force and I think he may be in another vault."

"Absolutely. Our communications specialists can help you with that."

A sigh of relief escapes me. "So you can communicate with other vaults?"

"Oh yes. Sort of like a telegram. If he's in a vault, we'll find him ma'am. Now if you'll just step into the pod, we can get you through decontamination and one step closer to finding your husband."

My eyes glance around the room, seeing everyone else hopping into their own pods. I'm so nervous, that vomit starting to make it's way back up my throat. And I fucking need Benny. He can't be dead. The possibility that I'd have to face a future without him is nearly unbearable. I turn back to my pod and get inside, nestling myself down into the cushions. Labcoat taps a button on the panel and my door starts to close at the same time as the others. My breathing picks up, air visibly puffing out and I swear it's colder in here than it was in the room.

"Now just relax and you'll be clean in no time!" Labcoat smiles at me.

I take a deep breath, my thoughts only of Benny as my world goes black, my mind slipping into unconsciousness. The last thing I feel is my skin freezing, my body going hard, preventing any sort of movement.

I'm coming, Benny.

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do you have a list of sterek fic you recommend most?

First I have no idea how long this has been here and I'm sorry that it has took me however long to answer, I never saw the ask before now!

Anyway your (long?) Awaited list!

Will to follow through by owlpostagain

| 2/2 | 42,411 | Teen and Up | Sterek |

“It depends entirely on how you look at it, I guess,” Stiles shrugs. “On the one hand, instant healing and the apparently inherited ability to pull off leather at all times. On the other, serious attitude problems and a suspicious disappearance of eyebrows.”

“Even Derek’s?” Danny snorts, “that’s a lot of eyebrow to lose.”

“I know,” Stiles agrees. “You should see, it’s so weird. Every time I want to ask him where they go, except he’d totally eat my face off.”

“There are worse ways to die.”

Here is the deepest secret nobody knows by owlpostagain

| 1/1 | 22,322 | Teen and Up | Sterek |

“Derek,” Stiles groans. “You have me. You’ve always had me, you absolute moron, how many physically impossible feats of life-saving heroics do I have to perform before you get it?”

The gift of death by Lalaith_Quetzalli

| 1/1 | 10,913 | Teen and Up | Sterek |

Stiles realizes he cannot trust Scott, he’s never trusted the Argents, and Derek tries but he cannot do it all alone. Which means that if he wants to stop the kanima before more people die, he’s going to have to step forward himself. It’s time everyone learns who Mieczyslaw ‘Stiles’ Stilinski truly is…

On jest słońcem (He Is The Sun) by haaaveyoumetted

| 3/3 | 6,166 | No rating | Sterek |

"AU where Stiles speaks in Polish to his dad

And maybe he talks to himself in Polish too

And maybe he talks about Derek a lot. Derek’s eyes. Derek’s shoulders. Derek’s adorable teeth. Derek’s arms. Derek Derek Derek

And maybe he has a nickname he calls Derek when he talks about him, because he could pick his own name out of a sentence and that would be embarrassing, right?

And maybe Derek understands every damn word, because you speak many languages Derek Hale

And maybe it kills Derek a little bit that Stiles hasn’t told him about this guy he talks about like he hung the moon. Maybe it kills Derek a little that it’s not him."

There Are No Wolves in California (Werewolves on the Other Hand...) By isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) & KioFox

| 4/4 | 49,010 | mature | Sterek |

“I’m not calming down until you call animal control! I fucking saw it! There were fucking wolves!”

“There are no wolves in California, Mr. Daehler,” the principal said, sounding exasperated, like this was the third time she’d said it to him.

“Well clearly there are!” he shouted back, showing such a lack of respect for the woman, Stiles had to applaud her for her fortitude not to smack him in the face.

“Perhaps you were mistaken,” she said calmly.

“No I wasn’t fucking mistaken,” Matt insisted, sounding incensed. “No way these were dogs, they were massive!”

For a second, Stiles felt like the world had slowed considerably as those words wormed their way into his brain. Because—he knew a dog that was massive. Honestly, he’d also brushed away the idea of the dog being a wolf because there were no wolves in California.

But... what if there were?

Holy shit, had Stiles literally spent his lunch break with a fucking wolf cuddled into his side while he pet it?! Good God, he was lucky to still have all his limbs!

Go Away, Scott by HelloWhyTheFuckAmIHere

| 45/45 | 66,227 | No rating | Sterek |

After the incident at the warehouse, Stiles is fed up with Scott. He finds himself drawn into Derek’s pack and in the process, drawn to Derek himself.

With the Alpha Pack closing in, Derek needs to learn how to trust his pack and those around him. And who better to help him than Stiles?

I wanna hear (how your heart speaks) by LadySlytherin

| 25/25 | 97,791 | Explicit | Sterek |

When an attack on Derek leaves Stiles as collateral damage and causes him to lose his hearing, the Pack is at a loss. With the Alpha Pack to contend with and his wayward betas barely come to heel, Derek’s already got his hands full. He doesn't have time for an injured human teenager or his sheriff father. But Stiles is pack - something Derek has known for a while - with the potential to be even more. And Derek soon finds that Stiles is more of an asset than anyone realized, even with his new limitations.

As for Stiles, he's about to find out that sometimes when you lose one thing, you gain so much more.

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Happy Hotch Day

Summary: Penelope wants to cheer her boss up as he still suffers from what Foyet did to him. She reaches for her co-workers for them to help her preparing a little surprise for him.

Characters: BAU team

Contents: TW brief mention of Haley's and Morgan's father death, a tiny bit of anxiety (because Hotch is an idiot sometimes), outside of this, it's all fluff. :)

This is a text written for the CM Office Party challenge organized by @imagining-in-the-margins.

PS : English is not my mother language so they are necessarily mistakes. Sorry about that.

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All was quiet that day at Quantico when Penelope stormed into the open-plan office, nearly spilling the coffee in Anderson's hand as she stepped through the glass doors.

“Guys! Guys! Guys!” She repeated, her cheeks red.

“Okay, calm down, tempered Derek as he left the corner of the desk on which he had been sitting temporarily. Slow down and put the handbrake on.”

“No time for a slot, pilot of my heart, I've just had the idea of the century!”

All eyes were on her, just as she wanted them to be. As luck would have it, Dave was also among those present, having left his den for a moment to ask Spencer a question. The only member of the team missing was their superior – who had been called upstairs – which suited the – now – bespectacled redhead just fine.

“What is it?” asked Jennifer, curious.

“Well, as Hoch is not feeling well at this time…”

“Which is understandable," interrupted Emily, widening her eyes.

Recent events had propelled the BAU director to the status of bereaved single father in the blink of an eye, and the brutal reorganization of his daily life was still suffering from a few bumps. He and Jack were getting used to each other's presence, but the agency head was struggling to come to terms with his ex-wife's death. He didn't mention it to his men and put on a brave face, but the profilers had their eye on him and sensed that the wound was still raw. To which Garcia added:

“I’d like us to prepare a little surprise to cheer him up.”

“You're going to need more than a little surprise for that," pointed out Morgan, partially serious.

“It’ll be a start.”

“What did you think about?” wished to know Agent Jareau.

“I wanted us to give him a present for Father’s Day.”

Silence fell over the group. Everyone stared at her with a mixture of surprise and incomprehension. They didn't ignore the fact that this celebration was going to take place, but:

“Hotch is not our father,” noticed Reid, eyebrows furrowed.

“I know! Snapped the analyst, expecting this reply. Biologically speaking, Hotch isn't our father; but if we take that aspect out of the equation, he fulfills all the criteria. He’s… he’s our office dad.”

“You mean mom,” joked the ex-policeman, a sneer playing at the corner of his lips.

He was the first to nickname the costumed giant in this way, and the company had naturally followed. Giving each other nicknames was part of their modus operandi – Penelope and Derek being the two who collected the most – and Aaron's had been adopted unanimously. Or almost.

“Yes, about that, hesitated the luscious ginger, he... he has a bit of trouble with that nickname...”

“He has a bit of trouble with many things,” declared Prentiss.

“Sure,” topped up Derek.

It would be a lie to say that Agent Hotchner had as much flexibility of mind as the staff working under him, and certain aspects of his flock's behavior met with some resistance when it came to involving the tall, dark-haired man. Blockages that the analyst couldn't completely ignore, even though she knew that the latter was far less uptight than his austere appearance suggested.

“Look, I only wish that, next Monday, we call him “Dad” in place of “Mom”. He’ll be pleased.”

“I won’t call Hotch, “Dad”. No way,” Morgan said immediately.

“Why?”

“He’s not my father and he’ll never be,” he affirmed without smiling.

The former police officer had lost his sire when he was still a child, and this tragic event had left an indelible mark on his mind. A trace that allowed no one else to occupy this unique place in his heart. For him, it was impossible to consider this man with whom he regularly clung as any kind of parental figure. Even as a joke.

“But you’ve got no issue calling him “Mom””, stressed Penelope squinting her eyes.

“And the way it's pissing him off, I'm not going to stop now.”

Behind his back, Emily and JJ chuckled, amused. Garcia felt the rage run in her veins.

“Penelope, Dave continued, why do you want us to wish him a happy Father's Day? That’s Jack’s job, not ours.”

“Besides, he hates surprises, Derek reminded her; he hates presents, he doesn't even rejoice his birthday.”

It was the truth. Every time they'd caught Aaron off guard – to good effect – they'd immediately seen him tense up and display a frozen grin. He had never clearly expressed his delight at suddenly being the center of attention. In the same way, he avoided every opportunity to celebrate himself: he took part in everyone's birthdays, but systematically omitted to feast his own. And when his team took the liberty of offering him gifts, he only seemed to accept them out of pure politeness. All the more reason for their reluctance to try again that day.

“I… I'd just like us to show him how important he is to us, she explained. He… he's in low spirits and I'd like him to smile again. Even for a minute.”

“If he’s still able to smile.”

Morgan and JJ giggled at the brunette’s jibe.

“Are you serious?”

“Baby girl…”

“No! interrupted the computer specialist, pushing away the hand he was holding out towards her. There is no “baby girl”! This man you're laughing at cuts himself to ribbons for you, and you despise him! Your ingratitude is disgusting!”

Furious, she turned her back on them and left the bullpen without succeeding in slamming the heavy glass door. A stunned silence fell over the group, who were now casting awkward glances at each other.

“I think she's angry," Spencer said, looking worried.

“It was a joke, Prentiss thought it necessary to point out. You… you've all figured it out, haven't you?”

“Yes,” abounded Morgan.

“Of course,” followed JJ.

“Anyway, we agree that it's not up to us to wish him a happy Father's Day?”

“Totally," agreed Emily, who had never known hers and didn't see the agency manager as a potential surrogate.

The pair's gaze turned to Agent Jareau, who was far less at ease than a few minutes earlier.

“What?” interrogated her coworker and friend.

“Well, that is to say, she's not entirely wrong. It's true that he's always there for us, at any time of the day or night.”

“That’s because he doesn’t sleep.”

“Derek.”

She had glared at him. If for some people, declaring their availability at all hours was a ready-made formula, this was not the case for Hotch. Until then, he'd always applied this credo to the letter, answering their nightly calls and cutting short his – rare – vacations to come to their aid. Morgan nevertheless sighed.

“No one ever asked him to do that. He's got it into his head that he has to take full responsibility for our every move.”

Having temporarily occupied his position while Foyet was still at large, he had had time to read up on the rights and duties of unit leaders. And nowhere was it written that he had to give in to the whims of his agents or put aside his own needs to satisfy the desires of his employees.

“In fact, shouldn't we be all the more indebted to him?”

Everyone turned their attention back to Dr. Reid, who had said this sentence in his most innocent tone. But the thought was not as innocuous as it seemed, and it shook the certainties of both refractors. The BAU co-founder, noting the embarrassed and pained expressions of the mocking trio, suggested:

“I think we should all take a few moments to reflect on a moment, a gesture, a thoughtfulness on his part that he didn't have to do, but did anyway, simply to make us feel better.”

Eyes focused on him, then turned away as the memories of all began their search.

“Then we can reconsider Penelope’s idea.”

The day flew smoothly, and the weekend passed quietly, giving everyone the rest they needed to recuperate. Then Monday arrived and, taking advantage of the calm, Garcia, holed up in her den of flashing tinsel, multicolored figurines and a few computer screens, put the finishing touches to her gift. It didn't matter to her that she was the only one making the effort; she had every intention of doing whatever it took to cheer her superior up.

A knock sounded at the door, and it opened to reveal half of Emily's face.

“Penelope…”

“Oh! she hiccupped, hastily placing her work in the first drawer within reach. We… we’ve got a case?”

“No. Well, not that I know of," she admitted, allowing herself to take a step into the closed office.

“Okay. So what did you come for?”

Tinkling her damaged fingernails, the ambassador's daughter closed the door behind her and approached a little closer. She didn't dare look the hostess in the eye.

“Uh… first, I wanted to apologize for... what I said last Friday. I... I didn't mean to hurt you.”

“I know someone who would have been more hurt than me if he'd heard you, she spat, unable to conceal her morgue. Good thing he wasn’t there to witness it.”

“Speaking of which, we... we had a little chat about it after you left and... er... it's probably not worth what you had in mind, but we came up with an idea for... him.”

“Really? Exclaimed Garcia, suddenly interested. What… what is it?”

Reassured by her colleague's reaction, Emily relaxed and explained what the team had been working on for the past two days.

“It's not much, but if you want to take part, there's still a bit of room.”

“It's a great idea! Rejoiced the redhead, delighted. I… Of course, I’m in! Where… How do we proceed?”

“Follow me. We put everything in the meeting room for now.”

Penelope leapt to her feet and was about to walk in her guest's footsteps.

“Where he is?” she asked with a blank voice.

“Up there.”

Prentiss pointed to the upper floors, where Strauss' office was located. The giant had been summoned to report to the section chief, without delay, some thirty minutes earlier and had still not come down. There was a good chance that the face-to-face meeting would drag on forever.

“Let’s take this chance.”

The two women left the former hacker's lair behind them and made their way to their destination. On the spot, the rest of the gang were busy getting the room ready, making do with what they had on hand, which wasn't necessarily suitable for redecorating. The rejuvenated analyst immediately came to their help, putting her experience in the field to good use.

                Two hours later, Hotch reappeared on the sixth floor, his features drawn and his eyebrows more furrowed than ever. Annoyed and exhausted by the interminable negotiation he'd just been through, he climbed the slope to his office without paying attention to the scenery around him, pushed open the door and walked with a heavy step to his chair. But he didn't even have time to brush against the furniture before:

“Aaron.”

The latter sighed, letting his shoulders fall back, and turned around to see Rossi on the threshold.

“Do I have the time for a coffee?”

“The younglings are waiting for you in the meeting room,” answered his most ancient coworker.

The titan in the suit wrinkled his nose, the adrenalin pulsing through his veins chasing away fatigue.

“Do we have a case?”

“Maybe.”

“What that’s supposed to mean?”

“You know where to go to have your answer.”

The ex-retiree smiled mysteriously and moved off towards the indicated location. Aaron, confused, remained statuesque for a moment, then left his office in turn. And, bypassing the coffee machine, went into the room where they usually gathered to discuss current issues. His heart pounding against his ribs, he wondered what else his men had planned behind his back. Not that he disapproved of their attentions to him – far from it – but surprises always made him uncomfortable. He felt systematically foolish, not knowing what to say or do at such moments. He knew that it was socially accepted to be ecstatic about a job well done, to rejoice at suddenly being in the spotlight, and to thank others for gifts received. On the other hand, sincere emotion and candor were expected of him, and not knowing what to expect stressed him out, and lying to his loved ones embarrassed him terribly.

                He arrived at the door of the meeting room, his heart rate racing.

“Happy Father’s Day!" shouted several intermingled voices.

The entire team was gathered under a silver banner bearing the words: "Happy Office Father’s Day!”. The "office" had been added on an A3 sheet stapled under the banner. Balloons of all colors floated limply around the room, and each agent wore a conical multicolored hat.

“… Wh… What?” was the only exclamation that managed to escape his lips.

“Kids have written little notes for you on this particularly discreet card, which I strongly encourage you to read," said the novelist, pointing to a folded cardboard sheet on the table.

It was a card probably bought in a bookshop on which JJ – he recognized her handwriting – had scrawled in red marker. His attention had been so focused on what was hanging over their heads that he hadn't seen the object, which must have been a good three feet high. However, he didn't have time to dwell on it any further, as Garcia emerged from the mass and rushed towards him with small, quick steps. She stopped an arm's length away and took a deep breath before launching into her own words.

“And I made you this plush. Initially, I wanted to make a hen, but I discovered that these birds are actually very bad parents. So I looked up where there were super dads in the animal kingdom, and it turns out that wolves are the best in the world. Whenever a cub goes missing, they worry about them and look for them. They feed them, wash them, play with them and protect them from everything and... in short, I've made you a wolf cuddly toy! With your name on the pads.”

She then handed him the animal in question without moving from her spot, her cheeks flushed red. Hotch, perturbed by the whole situation, was slow to react, but nevertheless retrieved his gift, which he observed attentively. The wolf's brown eyes were not set at the same height, and one ear was bigger than the other, but the fur was soft and the letters under his paws had been meticulously stitched.

“You… aren't you going to say anything?" worried Penelope, her eyebrows furrowed in a circumflex accent.

“Uh… yes, Aaron gasped, coming back to the present moment. Thank you. I… Excuse me, I… I didn’t expect that.”

“It's the principle of surprise," Emily remarked with a smile.

“I too would have been very disturbed by all this, Spencer admitted, waving his hands in the air. Fortunately, I'm too young to be elected office dad."

“It’s… that is, I... I didn't think I'd have the honor either," he stammered, not noticing that he was pressing the stuffed toy to his chest.

“Hence the card. So you can…”

Dave twirled his index finger in front of his temple, looking mischievous. The director realized that his men must have compiled anecdotes about him on the flaps of this giant card.

“Uh… okay. Do… do I have to read it in front of you?”

“No!” they exploded in unison, Rossi excepted.

“Read it at home. Quietly,” Jennifer advised him.

“Yeah. That's better," bounced Derek, suddenly embarrassed.

“Definitely," agreed Prentiss, not much more comfortable.

Clearly, none of them wanted their feelings for him to be revealed out loud in front of everyone else. A sudden shyness that discreetly stretched their leader's lips.

“… Fine. I imagine the glasses are there for a toast," he said, spotting the bottle and glasses waiting in the middle of the table.

“I thought you'd never say it," retorted his former mentor, breaking away from the group to take hold of the neck and start peeling off the aluminum foil enclosing the cork.

The supervisor smiled candidly, touched. Not because of the BAU co-founder's reaction – which he had expected – but because of the whole situation. He who was put off by surprises felt surprisingly well. All the tension he'd felt walking from his office to the hall had vanished and his heart had regained an acceptable rhythm.

“Let's toast then. And… thanks. Thanks for everything.”

They raised their glasses in his direction and he did the same for them, then they took a sip. The mood had relaxed and frank smiles had returned to light up the faces. If he had been afraid of what they had concocted for him, they had feared his answer, dreading to see the disappointment or disgust on his pale face. But none of this had happened, and everyone was catching their breath, scooping a few appetizer cakes from the mismatched plates Emily had brought along.

“By the way, what did Jack offer you yesterday?" asked Reid, curious.

“A sheet of paper with his hand and footprints, and a message: "For Aaron, my daddy whom I love most in the world."

“It's so cute!" said Penelope, cheerfully.

“He spelled my first name with three A's, but... yes.”

The team burst out laughing and he imitated them.

___

Okay, this one probably doesn't fit the timeline too but I wanted JJ to be there actually. ^^;

#aaron hotchner #criminal minds #hotch #agent hotchner #criminal minds fanfic #code name mom #agent garcia #garcia #agent morgan #derek morgan #penelope garcia #morgan #agent rossi #david rossi #rossi #spencer reid #reid #doctor reid #emily prentiss #prentiss #agent prentiss #jennifer jareau #jj #agent jareau #bau team

[chilly-me-softly]

could u do another big brother mason one where like shes around 15/16 and she gets her first boyfriend and she brings him home and he’s a bit reluctant to like him but in the end they got on really well?

What started as a movie day taking advantage of being alone, had soon become a make out session. You were so caught up in the moment that you didn't hear the front door open and then close, a huge mistake.

"Oh my god, what are you doing?"

"Mason!" quickly you push your boyfriend away as you sit down, adjusting your shirt. "You're back early"

"Luckily" if looks could kill, your brother’s would have already had one victim.

"Um you should go" you whisper to the guy by your side, trying to show yourself confident when you're actually dying inside from the shame of being caught like that and the constant murderous looks that Mason keeps sending in his direction.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah – you nod getting up from the sofa – I can handle him, don't worry"

You walk him to the door, he gives you a quick kiss on the cheek before asking you to call him in the evening to know how it would go. And when you close the door, Mason is always there with his arms crossed to his chest.

"Are you happy now?"

"You know you can't bring anyone when mom and dad aren't home"

"Excuse me? – you scoff – relax Mason, it's not like we would have had sex here on the couch or anything like that"

"Was that what you wanted to do?!" with eyes wide open, Mason reacts as if the idea had never touched him before. As if he had never done it.

"God Mason, that's not what I said!"

"He had his hand on your tits" you try to silence him but now his brain is clouded by who knows what story he’s telling himself and it’s useless to shout at him.

"I'll tell mom and dad"

You can't help but roll your eyes at his childishness, "Great. While you're at it, tell them you're annoying"

-

You take one last look in the mirror smoothing out the shirt you chose to wear for the day, a text on your phone telling you to start heading downstairs.

Obviously Mason had been waiting for your parents on that same couch on which he had found you a few hours earlier and had obviously told them everything, earning the nickname snitch all week from you those few times you had spoken to him.

Your parents hadn't made a big fuss about it, you're sixteen and you've got a good head on your shoulders although they had been keen to remind you that next time they'd at least like to be aware of your plans.

Mason was the one who seemed to take it badly, as if he was the parent. Your mother had taken the time to chat with you in those days, had reminded you how your brother had always been protective of you since you were little. He probably couldn't admit to himself that you were growing up, that he couldn't forever be the only important man in your life as you used to call him as a kid.

So you gave in, you knew the first step was up to you but you were a bit reluctant considering how he was behaving. It was nice to bicker with him, to annoy him knowing you were really getting on his nerves, but it was also nice to spend time together and chat about the future and your dreams and play together.

To show him that it was serious, you had organised a lunch. To let them get to know each other better, so Mason would see that you weren't with someone who was only interested in one thing and give him a chance. At least you hope, it's not like he was thrilled about it.

You head downstairs going straight for the door, ignoring Mason's comment about the guy not being able to find the doorbell.

And really, you should be nervous about bringing a boy home for the first time, because you really like him and you want your parents to like him too; instead you didn't think about that aspect, too worried about your brother's reaction.

Mason doesn't try to hide his grudge against the boy. He doesn't like that he's older than you, even if it's by a few months or so; he's not impressed that he plays basketball or that he's aiming for a college scholarship for it. Probably if he were to tell him he supports Chelsea, he'd find something to say there too.

Your patience is running out, enough is enough. So your mother asks you to help her clear the table before dessert, sending the boys already out into the garden to get some fresh air - maybe it's good for your brother's brain who knows.

"If Mason makes him run away from me I swear I'll shave his eyebrows"

"If he gets intimidated by some of your brother's tantrums, in the long run it means he wasn't for you" wise as ever your mother.

"I know, but I do it anyway. Teach him a lesson" you shrug before grabbing a couple of plates and heading for the garden.

"Dad, what are they doing?" sitting around the table your old man is alone, your confused gaze directed towards the hoop where your brother and boyfriend are now apparently playing.

"Your boy there has character"

"Please don't tell me he challenged him to a one-on-one"

"Well at least they are talking to each other"

"Maybe you forgot about when he talked about a basketball scholarship"

"Nah I think he's got it under control" your dad grins eating his slice of cake while you stay watching them. The boy with his back to the basket gives you a wink before passing the ball to Mason in front of him letting him score a point.

"They're going to be great friends, aren't they?" you sigh seeing them laughing and nudging each other.

"Take that little victory now"

#mason mount #mason mount imagine #mason mount imagines #mason mount one shot #football imagine #football imagines

[blueberry-ovaries]

MISC. TAG GAME:

thank you for the tag @ronald-speirs, @panzershrike-pretz @malarkgirlypop and @grumpy-liebgott !!! sorry it took me so long!

Favorite place in the world you’ve visited?

oooh okay so recently i came back from europe, and i literally loved it so much! i oddly enough LOVED vatican city! and i absolutely adored venice and paris! however, london was also really nice! (i cannot decide i’m so sorry😭)

Something you’re proud of yourself for?

Honestly, going to University! Even when it’s hard and i hate it and have no idea what i’m doing, the fact i made it into university is something i’m very proud of!

Favourite books?

the picture of dorian gray - Oscar Wilde

a good girls guide to murder - Holly Jackson

5 survive - Holly Jackson

the outsiders - S.E Hinton

of mice and men - John Steinbeck

Something that makes your heart happy when you think about it?

my dog :) - his name is cisco and he was free to a good home and under fed, and now he gets treats every time we leave the house and sleeps on the bed

Favourite thing about your culture?

about being Australian? I would suppose our love for sport. We play so many sports over here and we support the aussies even if we don’t like the sport! For example the Matilda’s, our women’s soccer team! Soccer isn’t as big as AFL over here, but i’ve never seen so much support behind Womens soccer, let alone ANY soccer, as we’re very proud of our sporting teams!

When did you join the HBO War fandom? What was the first show you watched?

close to two years ago? i’m not too sure, but i watched BoB first!

Have you read any of Easy Company’s books? If so, which ones were your favorite?

I have not! but i am trying to get my hands on the Dick Winters and Ron Speirs books!

Favorite HBO War character and your favorite moment with them?

Babe Heffron! and the “are you serious?! only the goddamn nuns call me Edward” BUT the scene with Gene in the fox hole where Babe mocks Gene calling him Babe is a very close second

Do you make content for any fandoms, if so; what sort of content?

i have been known to dabble in other fandoms on other apps in fanfic writing 🤭

Favorite actor/actress and your favorite film of theirs?

ANDREW GARFIELD!!! and i am The Amazing spider-man enthusiast!!! (plus hacksaw ridge is a masterpiece)

Favorite quote/s that you wish to share with others?

Some quotes my dad likes to tell me when i’m really anxious over university/ actively having a panic attack are:

“you can only do what you can do” - which pretty much means that all i can do is my best, and the rest will sort itself out, there’s no use stressing over situations i have no control over.

“how do you eat an elephant?” - which basically means, to tackle something large you take it one step at a time, ergo - to eat an elephant you eat it piece by piece

Random fact your mutuals/followers don’t know about you?

Oh God, i’m not a very interesting person 🧍🏼‍♀️

I got swooped by birds in a century once and have hated birds ever since

If you’re a writer, do you need a beta reader (say yes so I can be your beta reader 🤭)?

i do not have a beta reader 🤭 so position is potentially open 🤭

Three things that make you smile?

- sunsets! i LOVE watching sunsets i just think they are so pretty!

- rainy days (only when i’m inside) But i love rainy days, when i can sit by a window to read or do homework etc. I just think there is something so beautiful about rain!

- chocolate chip cookies :) my FAVOURITE cookies! i do not care if they are basic i love them sm

Any nicknames you like?

most of my nicknames :) But especially the nicknames that my parents give me :))

List some people you love to see around on tumblr:

i’m so sorry if i forget anyone @malarkgirlypop @ronald-speirs @ronsparky @mads-nixon @panzershrike-pretz @executethyself35 @next-autopsy @winnielefou @1waveshortofashipwreck @footprintsinthesxnd @caffeinated-fan @dontirrigateme @softliebgott @xxluckystrike @easycompany123 (+ all my mutuals who i have not tagged, love y’all i just have shocking name recollection)

What would you do during a zombie apocalypse?

i mean it would depend on what kinda zombies?? But most likely keeping friends and family alive.

Realistically, dying. i’m not dealing with all that.

Favorite movie?

mulan!!! i LOVE mulan (clearly… i’m literally writing a fic with mulan ideas)

Do you like horror movies?

i got a live hate relationship with them. Like i HATE religious horror with a passion, it freaks me the fuck out, but the conjuring series has great story lines?? However i watched the nun once and i swear to god i almost shit myself whenever k had to leave my room at night?! I was CONVINCED that motherfucker was gonna be in my house.

NO PRESSURE TAGS: @mads-nixon @easycompany123 @executethyself35 @montied @ronsparky @dontirrigateme (plus everyone else who would like to do this! consider this an offical tag!)

#madsasks #madsrambles #blueasks #bluerambles #band of brothers #babe heffron #ronald speirs #bandofbrothers #dick winters #eugene roe #george luz #hbowar #band of brothers #donald malarkey

[fueledbysano]

𝟎𝟏𝟎 | All by Yourself

summary: After spending a lazy, domestic morning with Mikey at the Sano household, [ Y / N ] seeks after him when a past family drama was revealed. Draken unexpectedly meets Morin.

content/warnings: this story contains major Tokyo Revengers manga spoilers, canon divergence setting, tenjiku arc setting, comfort, fluff, angst, detailed writing of violence, weapons, blood, death, and strong language.

wc: 3k

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A mottle of baby blue and white, blended to fashion the morning gray, adorned the newborn sky. Despite being early in the day, Morin was eager to figure out what to make out of this situation. She therefore met with Takemichi in search for answers

“Where are we going, exactly?” She questioned as the older boy started walking in a hurry.

“I can't seem to get a hold of Chifuyu.” He shook his head.

The girl didn’t seem to grasp his words at first, as she was occupied with figuring out how to navigate through what she could call a “vintage” phone from the year she came from. Hina was kind enough to let her borrow a spare phone in order to get in touch with her and the others at all times.

“Oi, Takemitchy!” Their attention was taken to the tall boy in the distance.

“Hm, I know that guy. Is that dad's best friend?” Morin examined his notable braided hair and the dragon tattoo on his temple.

“Yeah, it's Draken-kun!” Takemichi answered.

“Good morning.” Draken stops his tracks.

“Uh, good morning, Draken-kun!” Takemichi said.

“Who's this?” Draken asks in curiosity as he refers to the girl who looked flabbergasted. He had never seen her before, yet she seemed so familiar, he thought to himself for a while as he studied her dirty blonde hair and dark eyes.

This however gave Takemichi and Morin to share a tense glance and come up with a lie on the spot. “She's uh… my, my… cousin.” He blurted.

“Uh, hey then.” Draken spoke.

“It’s nice to meet you, Draken-kun.” She bowed.

“ I'm going to see Mikey. Wanna come with?” He turns back to Takemichi.

“Uhm, sure.” He nodded before turning to the girl. “Please wait for me here.”

“Yea sure.” Morin agreed.

And as they left her alone, Draken couldn't help but linger over the sense of familiarity with the new girl. Takemichi mentioned a male cousin, yet, this girl didn't resemble neither of the guys. She reminded him of someone else. Yet, that, he couldn't pin.

“Grandpa, wake Mikey up!” There was a hug of breakfast prepared by Emma upon the table, the same as was there every day, and she wouldn't have it any other way. She’d also invited [ Y / N ], knowing that the older girl didn’t go to school on this day of the week.

“He won’t get up. [ Y / N ], you should try.” The old man spoke from behind the newspaper.

“Me?” [ Y / N ] was just about to taste the orange juice that she had helped Emma with when she heard grandpa Sano talk to her.

“He likes you, doesn’t he? Maybe that’ll help…” She yelped at his comment, wondering whether he was aware that Mikey was arriving home late since he drove her home, or vice versa.

“Right away,” She agreed with a bow and headed for Mikey’s room.

[ Y / N ] almost forgot what she was here for when she saw the boy tangled in his sheets for the first time. He slept like a baby quite literally— with his locks weaved everywhere, mouth hung open, legs occupying the whole mattress and hands clinging onto a worn out towel.

However, somehow, seeing Mikey so peacefully plucked the girl’s heartstrings, and for a moment, she thought of letting him be and step outside instead. However, she didn’t want him waking up late and messing up his sleeping schedule any more.

“Oi, get up…” She caves in with a sigh, poking at his cheek. The gesture made Mikey pout and turn his back towards her with a soft groan. “Wake up, angel.”

Unbeknownst to her yet, Mikey’s eyes widen at the nickname, a cheeky smile painting on his face coming up with the idea of turning over and embracing [ Y / N ]’s hips in an embrace.

“Mikey…” [ Y / N ] was thankful that he couldn’t see the dumb smile on her face as he clings onto her.

“Wait, what did you call me?” Mikey asks, looking up at her.

“I’m not gonna say it again, get up.” [ Y / N ] refused with a scoff.

“No, no, say it.” He insisted.

“No. It’s lame and corny.” She rolled her eyes, attempting to remove his arm.

“[ Y / N ]!”

“Alright, it’s not cute anymore when you’re this whiny.” She sighed, successfully getting rid of his arms and then getting up.

“B!”

“What?”

“Just take the food and let’s eat here.” He asks.

“You’re so lazy. Didn’t Draken scold you about getting crumbs in here? Come on up.” She pointed out.

“I… can’t.” He yawned, sinking further under the cold sheets and taking the old, blue cloth along.

“Alright. the towel goes.” [ Y / N ] managed to take out the piece of cloth hanging just over the blankets which was enough for Mikey to jolt upwards.

“Hey!”

“Come, get it.” She waved it around and leaned against the doorframe.

“You do know how to push my buttons.” Mikey was left with no choice but to get up and ruffle the girl’s hair before taking the towel.

“About time!” Emma spoke once Mikey entered.

“Food…” Although still half-asleep, Mikey drooled at the scent of the food on the table. “Morning, Grandpa.”

“Mornin!”

“Emma… I told you to flip my sunny side up and crush it, right?” Mikey pouts when he sat down, noticing the eggs weren’t done the way he liked them.

“Why don’t you do it yourself?” Emma spat.

“Mikey, I’m here!” Outside the household, Draken speaks. Emma perked once she heard the boy’s voice, and [ Y / N ] noticed the subtle rosy tone on her cheek as she finished her plate.

“Go wait in my room, Kenchin!” Mikey yelled back.

“I met Takemichi just now, I’ll bring him along, alright?”

“Okay!”

“Thank you for breakfast, Emma. Thank you, grandpa Sano.” [ Y / N ] bowed upon finishing her meal and then turning to Mikey, “Should I accompany Takemitchy and Kenchin?”

“That’ll be nice. Thank ya!” Mikey agreed, cheeks stuffed with food.

“This is Mikey’s room.” [ Y / N ] reached the doors just in time before the two boys could enter.

“Oh, it’s in a different building.” Takemichi noticed.

“What’s up?” [ Y / N ] waved at the two.

“[ Y / N ]-chan, hi!”

“This was originally the garage where Shinichiro-kun always tinkered his bike all the time.” Draken says.

“I see.”

“Mikey and I came here and watched him work. He never got tired, I tell ya.”

“Amazing.”

“Wait till you see inside.” [ Y / N ] spoke and reached for the door, letting themselves inside the spacious area.

“Woah! Mikey’s room is so cool!” Takemichi continues to marvel at the surroundings until the owner himself joins the three.

“I only own the bed.” Voice still half-asleep, Mikey stands just behind them.

“Mikey-kun!”

“It’s still morning, don’t be loud.” He groaned.

Once they were complete, Draken immediately sat them down for the sole reason of his visit.

“I see. Kurokawa Izana. So it was him the other day.” Mikey had his arms crossed as his best friend worked on his hair behind the couch.

“You met him?” Takemichi asks.

“Yeah. [ Y / N ] and I did.”

“I mean, I was there, but I didn’t really get to talk to him.” She explained, recalling only having seen the man's back.

“Were you on a date?” Draken spoke, loud enough only for him to hear.

“Hey!” [ Y / N ] called from beside Mikey, “I said do me next.” She frowned, pointing at her hair.

“So he’s Tenjiku’s captain…” Mikey spoke.

“He was Black Dragon’s 8th Captain… and now, Tenjiku… Maybe he has a connection to Shinichiro-kun.” Draken spoke just as he finished brushing the last strands of [ Y / N ]'s hair.

“Huh?”

“Takemitchy, our discussion stays here.” He added.

“Yes.”

“Shinichiro-kun is the founder of Black Dragon.” Draken revealed.

“Uh.”

“Shouldn’t you be more surprised?” He was surprised by the boy's lack of reaction, with the three of them now eyeing him.

“Ah— No, uh, I was so shock my voice—”

“Well, anyways… the only people who know about this are me, Mikey, Baji, and [ Y / N ].” He continued.

“[ Y / N ] actually knew by herself before she met us.” Mikey mentioned.

“Yeah. My team’s older members knew Shinichiro-kun and he always invited them to friendly races.” She explained.

“Right. We decided to keep it a secret since Kazutora got in trouble with the Black Dragon.” Draken added.

“Before I confronted the 9th generation of Black Dragon, I talked to my brother.” Mikey recalled.

“So the person who corrupted Black Dragon was the 8th captain, Kurokawa Izana.” He said.

“Alright, I brought you guys tea!” Emma enters the room in the middle of their conversation.

As Emma served their cups of tea, Takemichi took this time to connect the missing pieces into this guy's identity.

“Izana Kurokawa, just, who the hell is he?” He spoke in frustration upon reaching a dead end.

“My brother.” Emma spoke casually, turning the heads of the four.

“Who?” They asked in unison.

“Like I said, he’s my brother.” She replied.

“Eh, me?”

“Come on, Mikey! I told you so many times! Because he’s also your half-brother.” Emma says. “My original name was Kurokawa and I have a brother who goes by that name!” Emma explained for what seemed like the hundredth time for her.

“Eh, really?” Mikey appeared to be confused.

“Another sibling… and a gang leader too? Damn, you Sanos grow them like weed.” While any sane person like Draken and Takemichi may find [ Y / N ]’s comment insensitive, Mikey thought otherwise and scoffed in response, while the other two yelped in shock, praying for [Y / N]’s poor soul.

“At least our gangs have leaders. You guys wanna hire Emma?” Mikey chuckled.

“HAHA, fuck you. Good one.” [Y / N] snorted, raising her arm for a hi-five with the boy.

“Are they always like this?” Takemichi scratched his head.

“What an interesting pair, right? Dark and twisted.” Draken remarked.

“Jeez, you never listen to anyone, do you!” Emma scolded her brother.

“Amen.” Draken subtly coughed.

“Ah! Now, I remember.” After a moment of reflection, Mikey spoke up.

“You liar.” Draken blurt.

“Um, Emma-chan?” Takemichi spoke up.

“Do you remember anything about Izana?” He asks.

“Not really, he left when I was only three years old.” She answered.

“I see.”

“Ah, but… I think he got along with big bro Shin really well.” She added.

“Huh?”

“With Shinichiro?” Draken asked.

“Huh, why would they be friends?”

“Hold on just a sec.” Emma excused herself before going through one of the shelves in the room.

“Tada!” She comes back with a tin box, setting it in between the circle.

“A tin?” Takemichi wondered.

“What is this?” Mikey asks.

“It turned up when we were sorting Shin's things.” Emma said, revealing the contents of the box.

“A bundle of letters written by Izana?” Takemichi was surprised upon reading the labels on the papers.

“Huh, all of these letters are from Izana?!” [ Y / N ] had the same reaction.

“Yeah, I didn't look at any of them though. but look how many there are! They must have gotten along pretty well.” Emma says.

“Gotten along? I don't know, this is kinda scary.” Draken remarked.

While all of them seemed to have been shocked or overwhelmed with the revelation, Mikey quietly went through some letters with a face of utter nonchalance.

“We'll find out. Anything?” [ Y / N ] looked up from the box

“I get it now.” Mikey's reaction puzzled them.

“I'm goin out for some air.” Without saying another word, Mikey left his room followed by the sound of his motorcycle engine revving away.

“Huh?”

“Look. Floor.” [ Y / N ] points at the discarded letter that Mikey was just holding.

“Dear Shinichiro, My head's been aching all the time recently. It hurts so much. I bet it's his fault.” Draken read upon picking up the letter. “Don't talk to me about Manjiro anymore.”

“Izana was abandoned by his family at a young age. And the first relative who came to visit him was Shinichiro-kun.” Draken points out.

“If that was the only thing he could rely on, then what would he think of Mikey?” Takemichi spoke.

“That's a good point. Izana took over the Black Dragons in Shinichiro's place.” Draken says.

“But when he heard that Shinichiro left the black dragons for Mikey to lead, how did he feel about that?” [ Y / N ] asks.

“... Envy?” Emma said.

“Yeah, he felt intense envy towards Mikey.” Draken agreed.

“Resentment.”

“Right, when the ninth generation attacked Kazutora, what if that was a plan by Izana to crush Mikey without Shinichiro finding out?” Draken says.

“What if Izana had a personal grudge against Mikey? With Shinichiro-kun gone now, he's founded tenjiku, and put his plans into motion.”

“So he can take out Mikey-kun for sure this time. So he can take out his blood-related younger brother.” Takemichi agreed.

Upon hearing this fair assumption, [ Y / N ] gets up from instinct, and takes her coat along.

“Oi, where are you going?” Draken scolded.

“Didn’t you hear him? Izana is after Mikey, right? What if they see each other?” She pointed out.

“[ Y / N ], he’ll be fine.” He sighed. “Why don’t I take you home?” Draken offered and prepared to leave.

“Eh, where's my motorcycle keys?” He wondered, patting around his empty pockets.

“Heh. Doraemon keychain?” His attention turned to [ Y / N ] when she spoke and shook the keys in her fingers.

“Oi, give it back here you kleptomaniac fuck!” He yelled as [ Y / N ] chuckled.

“Oh, here's the ring you had on last week too.” She took the jewelry from her pocket and then tossed it towards the tall boy.

“This isn't mine…” He examined the ring.

“Uh…”

“That's actually mine.” Emma tapped his arm with a shy smile.

“Oh, well, here you go.” He chuckled, letting the girl take the accessory from his hand.

“Thanks.” She smiled at him.

“Uhm, Emma, I’m just going to help [ Y / N ] get home, ‘kay? She didn't bring her car for some reason and there are really creepy dudes down the street.” He points at the door.

“Of course! I appreciate you helping my best friend.” Emma nodded, “Please drive safely.” She pulled his arm to a hug as a goodbye. And as much as he tried to conceal it, Draken smiled at the gesture as quick as it drops when he remembered that Hanagaki was still around.

“Takemichi, You probably should go too. I don’t think Mikey is coming back anytime soon.” Draken says.

“Right.” He agreed.

“Actually, can you drop me off at the old highway? I'm gonna watch a race.” [ Y / N ] yelled from the driveway before starting the motorcycle by herself.

“Fine.” Draken sighed.

“And scold her to be careful this time too.” Emma chuckled.

“I will. Comfort your brother when he comes back home, okay?” Draken reminded.

“I will.”

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“What happened in there? Why did Mikey and [ Y / N ] storm out? Did they fight? Why is she leaving WITH DRAKEN?” Morin bombarded Takemichi with questions as he was left alone outside Mikey's room.

“No, they didn’t fight so calm down!” He blurt. “Uhm, well… we just discovered a family secret. Should I tell you, I mean— you're technically family, Just—” He rambled.

“Ohh, is this about… Izana?” The girl paused her steps.

“Uh, how do you know him?!” Takemichi mirrored her action.

“As soon as you said ‘family secret’, it’s the first thing that came to mind. Also, he’s quite close with mom.” She casually spoke.

“... uhm, huh?” The boy gulped.

“She may have mentioned that Izana is sort of my uncle on dad’s side. I really don’t remember how she explained it because I was still young, but that’s the point. Part of mom’s work is meeting him, a man named Kakucho, and a bunch of other business savvy men and loan sharks.” She explained.

And as she was explaining [ Y / N ] and Izana's connection in the future, Takemichi had his own reflection dating as recently as his last time leap. “That's right!”

“Huh?”

“Just before I met you here, I came back from the future.” He said.

“And?”

“I wanted to dig for information on Izana. So, I went to see Taiju-kun with Naoto.”

“Mhm.”

“Things got pretty messy, and we ended up getting shot by Kisaki and Kakucho.”

“Just as I was losing consciousness, I saw Kakucho and Izana get in a car. I was pretty sure it was [ Y / N ]’s. It’s the fast one she drives around in races— the red one. That makes me ninety-nine percent sure. I just didn’t have the time to take it in. I needed Naoto by then.” He recalled.

“Holy shit.” Morin exclaimed, having found out that [ Y / N ] just may have been an accomplice to his murder.

“What does she do for a living, anyways?” Takemichi questioned.

“She’s always at racing tournaments. Like those F1 drivers. Then she owns racing stadiums and motors stores. Although, there’s one restaurant too. It makes me curious why build something so different.” She replied.

“Seems promising.” He nodded.

“But… There are occasional nights when she comes home late or in the morning. She says she’s just overlooking the businesses she owns but, I really don’t know. She’s friends with lots of shady people. I didn’t realize that until recently.” She added.

“That’s bad.”

“I can’t believe it. Does she have something to do with you getting killed?” She blurted.

“I doubt that. I really do. Izana did that because of his own personal reasons.”

“And what exactly is that? Dad’s death, right? That’s pretty personal for mom too.” Morin pointed out.

“Damnit.” Takemichi cursed.

“But, you're right. I doubt mom was involved too.” She sighed, getting up from the pavement they sat on.

“Hm?” He followed shortly.

“She spoke very highly of you…” Morin says.

“Is that… How you know about me?”

“Yeah. Photos have huge sentimental value for her too. Basically, just looking through them, it’s like I am there with you guys!” She recalled. “I just can’t believe it’s… literally possible. I’m living your lives right now.”

“I’m sorry, Morin.” Takemichi says.

“Hm?”

“This— time leaping, I’ve tried and failed. Sometimes, it's impossible to know who to trust. That’s why I didn’t let you come with us. We spoke about pretty top-secret shit in there! But, you seem to know about it already. Of course you do.” He rambled.

“I see.” She nodded.

“Please don’t kick drop me again!”

“No, I understand.” She nodded.

“Damnit. [ Y / N ] was there when Mikey met Izana.” Takemichi clicked his tongue. “Tsk. I have to make sure they don’t cross paths ever again. Whatever business she’s in in the future, it’s shady. She could be a higher-up in Toman or something…” He says.

“What if… she replaced Mikey?” Morin spoke.

“That’s… very likely. But, let’s not get ahead of ourselves. That’s already happened. We are here to end this sibling fight.” Takemichi nodded.

“Well, damn.” They both sighed.

“Right. Actually, I’m glad you left me here. Look what I stole from a thug while you were having a tea party there.” Morin headed to a nearby parked motorcycle and kicked its stand.

“Eh?” Takemichi blurted in surprise.

“Pretty cool, huh? Almost as cool as Toman’s motorcycles…” She laughed, pushing the vehicle’s button-powered start engine.

“You really are [ Y / N ]’s kid…” Takemichi shook his head.

“I thought mom doesn’t do motorcycles?” She tilted her head in curiosity.

“Yeah that’s Mikey-kun’s thing. But she has a reputation for grand theft auto.” He explained.

“So, where to?” Morin mounted the motorcycle, while Takemichi occupied the seat behind.

“Chifuyu’s place.” He spoke.

“No idea where and who that is.” She chuckled.

“That's sad. Right, I’ll show you.” He nodded. “Wait, if [ Y / N ] can't drive a motorcycle for shit, how did you learn to use one?”

“If I take after mom's habits, I get my dad's looks and old stuff!” She implied, raising the key to Mikey's CB250T.

If there's an upside to free falling, it's the chance you give your friends to catch you. It's true, we find out who our friends really are when we really need them the most. Friends are the people who will bring out the best in you, as well as be the people who will bring you out the darkest of places.

Even the unexpected ones you meet along the way.

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[ripdragonbeans]

Don't Do It

Modern Aegon and OC!Daughter

Summary: Aegon's daughter wants to take on the family business but Aegon tries to convince her it's a living hell.

Warnings: Hurt comfort??? Questionable writing?

Idk the idea was really solid in my head and then I started typing and this came out ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

Aegon never thought he'd be a father, or at least a good one that stayed in his child's life when his wife left. Yet here he is, in the living room, talking to his girl about what she wants to do with her life after college. Faelyn, like her father, didn't give a damn about what other people thought of her. But also like her father, she did care about what her family thought of her, even if she didn't show it.

Aegon and Faelyn sat on the couch going through her potential paths to go down once she graduated in May. She already had her eyes set on a particular one but Aegon was ready to talk her out of it.

"Dad, I majored in business specifically for the reason of taking over the family business. I want to do this, I promise," she almost begged.

"Faelyn, you don't know what you're getting into. There's a reason I stepped back from my position and handed it to your Uncle Aemond," Aegon sighed. "It's suffocating, you get no freedom, everything is planned for you."

"I can handle it! I have an amazing GPA, never left the Dean's list, was specifically asked by professors to tutor others, and was in the student body counsel all four years, including being president!"

It was frustrating, humiliating, even, to Faelyn that her dad wouldn't listen to her. She wanted the rest of the family to know that her and her dad weren't bums who live off the family fortune. She wanted her dad to be proud of her.

"Fireball, you'd lose your mind."

Fireball. Her dad's special nickname for her. Faelyn had always been a wild child. She would do what she wants, and while Aegon is normally one to support her in her choices, this is one that he was hesitant on.

Faelyn looked down at her hands and sighed, "I know you still see me as your little girl, Dad, but I'm not."

Aegon looked at his daughter, his precious daughter, who he would do anything for.

"Do you want to do this for yourself or do you want to do this to prove your worth for someone else?"

"I want to do this because…" she furrowed her brows, "because I should."

"You're not required to take this path, you know that, right?" Aegon took his daughter's hands. "You can do so many things, bigger things."

"Yes, I know that but-"

"Fireball, I'm telling you, I'm warning you, to look for a different path. I want you to be free." While Aegon didn't raise his voice the intensity was not lost on Faelyn.

"Free? You're keeping me right now from making my own decision!" Faelyn ripped her hands away from her father and walked to the window. She looked out at the trees and the birds that lived within the city walls.

Aegon sighed and rubbed his face. "Just hear me out one last time and then I'll let you choose which way you wanna go, okay?"

Faelyn's lips pressed into a thin line as she turned to glare at her father.

Aegon took a deep breath before telling her the reality of running the business, how his grandfather, her great grandfather, watched every single move. How Criston, a family friend, never left his side to make sure he didn't do anything stupid. How all his actions on the company desktop were carefully monitored, how everything he wore had to be approved, how everything had to approved, even the people he was around after work hours.

"I know you don't want your life to be like that. You can live life, your own life, Faelyn, and I want that for you. I want that for you more than you will ever know. Go and live and keep living and don't ever stop. Even you decide to go through with your plan," he took a deep breath, "I will still support you, I will always support you. But this family can be a death sentence."

Faelyn's face softened as she looked at her father, her dad. Her dad who loved her so much, who would do anything for her, who did his best to make sure her childhood, her life, wouldn't be like his. She didn't know much about his childhood, he never really brought it up and she never pried.

"You're right, dad. I don't want to be caged in all my life." A merciless laugh escaped her. "But I feel like I need to prove to my worth to great grandfather, grandmother, and even Criston.

Walking over to his daughter, Aegon leaned on the window and crossed his arms.

"You don't need to prove yourself to anyone, much less your grandmother, great grandfather, or even Criston. You do it for you. And if you choose something different and they look down on you, well," he shrugged, "they can fuck off. You don't need their approval or anyone else's for that matter."

Faelyn's heart opened up as Aegon said those words to her. She realized she's been hunting for her family's approval ever since childhood and now it's time to stop.

"I think I will do something else," she smiled. "I've actually been thinking about starting my own business."

Seeing how her eyes light up made Aegon break into a massive smile as her own.

#aegon targaryen #dad!aegon #modern!aegon #hotd fanfic #bean fics

[charlesemersonwinchesteriii]

🔥 for any topic we both like or anything you want to write about! 💙💋

Everyone else look away from this post I want to be alone with topshelf2112-blog. Now then. [kisses your hand] My opinion is that you are so right. about everything in the world. Lightning round of some thoughts for you:

I know canon mentioned Charles has/had a dog and I do totally believe he's grown up with multiple hunting/guard dogs as well as horses and probably other creatures too on the big family estates, and I’m sure he’s always enjoyed hanging out with said creatures and avoiding all human interaction, because as we all know, he IS autistic. However when it comes down to it he is absolutely a cat person. Because what is the ultimate autism animal, after all? That’s right!

Not to say that he’d ever get a cat, or any pet I think, of his own volition. He’d be one of those infamous grumpy old men (Charles became a grumpy old man, spiritually, at about age 17) where his spouse/sister gets a cat and he’s like “ableghbleghblegh I don’t want a cat it’s gonna make a mess and you won’t take care of it because you are Irresponsible bleghebglhdghdhl” and then he is ALWAYS cuddling that cat. fucking ride or die BFFs with the cat. But of course it’s always strictly “my spouse/sister’s cat”. Of COURSE.

When you said Charles’ little brother’s name was David I was like ok. scream. and you were so right. In any other circumstance I’d be like ok no way that’s too much but this is MASH where the cast and writers LOVE doing shit like that because they’re all little FREAKS. Like they literally did this exact thing in canon with Sad Piano David from Morale Victory. (Also this HC makes Morale Victory even more fucked up, so obviously a huge win.) So this is canon to me now, sorry to all other Dead Little Brother Name Candidates but you can’t beat this one.

Also every other Dead Little Brother Name Candidate (TM) I’ve seen is a nickname of some sort and I totally get what people are going for but in my humble opinion. This is simply NOT a nickname household.

On a related note I don’t seriously subscribe to the notion but if someone told me Charles’ mother’s name was also Honoria I’d just be like of course it fucking is. I hate this fucking family.

I LOVE your idea that Maxwell’s birth father was the physically abusive one he mentions and that his current one is a step-father, and I think that’s supported by how in The Interview he mentions that he and his sister(s?) call the man by a nickname, “Butch”, as opposed to just “dad”. (And I love how you write that said step-father and some other family members are not as accepting of his dresses as other relatives like his mom and uncles, because I feel like that’s so often how it is, you know? Some of your family are great about it but some are not and then you become this Object Of Tension and it’s just exhausting. Soooo many Thoughts about Maxwell's family......)

Every time you have Charles and Kellye interact in a fic or mention that they’re friends an angel gets its wings. Maybe if enough of us do this we will be able to physically manifest more scenes of them together somehow. Also I’m just gonna say it. Society if Hawkeye finally went to ask Kellye on a date in Hey Look Me Over and the guy she’s already with were CHARLES of all people. He would take 10d10 psychic damage. absolute crit. destroyed.

Charles and Honoria are [REDACTED] survivors. I know it’s all played over the top for laughs but the stuff he says in Bottle Fatigue and Heal Thyself is [REDACTED] [REDACTED] [REDACTED]

#haha anyways :) moving on :) #THANK YOU FOR THE ASK MY BELOVED MY BEAUTY!!!! HUGGING AND SNUGGLING AND HEADBUTTING YOU!!!!! KISSKISSKISSKISSKISSKISSKISSKISS #I had so many ideas for longer more serious points to make here but I froze in the face of Pretty Lady In Askbox so I was just like #ahhhhhhh fuck it. lightning round. I do want to expand upon some of these more though. I'm gonna make a whole post #on MASH character pet preferences. I NEED everyone to know that Kellye would own a lizard. #topshelf2112-blog #Starky loves answering questions #Starky's original posts #Charles Emerson Winchester III #MASH

[naminethewriter]

Hurt No One Knew About Chapter Eleven: Logan

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Story Summary: Logan has been acting weird for the past few weeks and the others aren’t sure what to do about it. When Janus appears looking for Remus they strike a deal: He figures out what’s going on with Logan and afterwards they’ll help search for Remus.

Turns out the two problems are more connected to each other than anyone thought.

Content Warnings: Exhaustion

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All eyes turn to Lilith who is still leaning against the wall. She doesn’t return the stares but stubbornly looks off to the side.

 “She… has Logan’s emotions?” Patton asks, his voice so small it’s almost inaudible.

 “It’s made her a bit more… irritable than usual,” Remus comments with a small smile. Lilith huffs but doesn’t say anything. “But yeah, she was the only creation of mine that was close by and capable of holding them, so I entrusted them with her. However, that also led her to make some questionable decisions. Like attacking you. Or not telling me that the week was over.” Remus says it louder and with a tone that is very close to Patton’s dad voice and Lilith flinches slightly, though she still refuses to look in their direction.

 “So, the reason you stayed here longer than the agreed week…” Roman starts but trail off. Remus nods.

 “I don’t have a clock or calendar for real time down here; I had no idea how much time passed. Plus, I was a bit preoccupied which is why I left it to Lilith. But she got it in her head that Logan needs more rest.”

 “He does need more,” Lilith mumbles, just loud enough to be heard.

 “You are being influenced by all of his stress, exhaustion and sadness, you hardly have an objective view on the situation, Fire Storm,” Remus shoots back, leaving Lilith to pout. “As you can see, she hasn’t been very cooperative.”

“So she lied to you to keep Logan asleep?” Virgil clarifies.

 “Well, she didn’t really lie –“ Remus breaks off, thinking for a moment. “No, wait, you talked about this when Jannie disguised himself as Daddy, right? What were they called? Lies of oppression?”

 “Lies of omission, Remus,” Janus corrects, sounding exasperated. Whether it’s because of Remus’ mistake or his questionable nickname for Patton, is unclear.

 “Yeah, that. Lili was supposed to remind me when the week was over, so I didn’t really think to ask her how much time had already passed which she took as an opportunity to just keep silent about it entirely.”

 “When did you notice then? That it had been longer?” Patton asks.

 “Earlier today when you busted my robot. You did bust it, right?”

 “I did, yes,” Janus comments. “It hadn’t left the room for a few days and was just working at Logan’s desk so these three asked me to take a look. In exchange they would help me find you.” His tone is sharp and Remus sinks into himself just a little more.

 “Sorry to worry you, Jan Jan.”

 “I understand the circumstances, Remus, even if I am not happy about it. But what do we do now?”

 “We wake Logan up, right?” Virgil insists. Remus nods in agreement.

 “Yeah, Lilith will give back the emotions and I’ll wake Logan up and we all talk about this together.”

 “You can’t!” Lilith interjects, coming up the steps to the bed. “He doesn’t want them here, he doesn’t want them to know, you’re gonna undo everything! You’re-“ She is close to hyperventilating but thankfully got close enough that Remus could reach out and gently grab her arm.

 “Breathe, Fire Storm. It’s gonna be alright.”

 “He’ll panic the moment he sees them! He’ll think we betrayed him!” Tears are gathering in her eyes and Remus tugs her gently close enough to get both her hands in his.

 “I need you to calm down, Lili. I’m not going to wake him up with them here. They’ll wait in the other room.”

 “No, we’re not-“ Virgil begins protesting but Patton stops him.

 “She’s right, Verge. Logan came here to avoid us and didn’t want us to find out, so when he wakes up and sees us, he’ll assume the worst.”

 “And he doesn’t know he’s been asleep a week longer than initially planned. Remus’ appearance alone is going to be a shock. We shouldn’t add to it,” Janus agrees.

 “I hate to do this, but I agree with Jekyll and Lied. Enchanted sleeps are great in terms of stress relief but waking up from one is super disorienting,” Roman adds.

 “See, Fire Storm? They’ll cooperate. I’ll pull out those nasty emotions that are being mean to you and then you can go take a nap.”

 “What? No! I’ll stay, I want to be here, I-“ With an insistent tug on her wrists, Remus gets her to stop and look at him.

 “You haven’t been sleeping, Lili. You can’t hide it from me. And the extraction is going to be draining on top of that. As soon as I’m done, you’re gonna go next door and lie down. Am I clear?”

 “Yes, Rem.” She’s pouting but her posture relaxes, making her seem much smaller than before.

 “Good. Then the four of you go back to the other room. You can take the chairs with you. No, you have to take those with you because they’ll make Logan suspicious, and I won’t have the energy to summon any more.”

 “Roman can’t help you?” Patton asks, concerned about Remus’ current condition.

 “I’m fine, daddy. I promise.” Unconvinced, Patton glances at Roman who is looking his brother up and down before meeting his eyes and nodding. He guesses, he has no choice but to trust his judgement. Patton stands and grabs his chair, the other three following along. Janus is the last one to leave the room and he glances at Remus, Lilith, and Logan one more time, but they aren’t paying attention to them anymore. Remus’ entire focus seems to be on preparing Lilith and that is probably for the best. Carefully, Janus closes the door behind him.

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 Logan’s eyes slowly blink open. He squints, missing his glasses. He lifts his hand to start feeling around for them, but his hand is grabbed gently.

 “Hey, Lolo. I’ve got your glasses here but take a moment to wake up fully. It’s probably already disorienting without your sight.”

 “Remus. Thank you. I’ll… I’ll do that.” He stays in his lying position instead of trying to get up like he might have tried otherwise. Remus is right, he is not quite awake yet. They remain in silence for a moment, Remus gently rubbing Logan’s hand while he just breathes.

 “How are you feeling?” Remus asks when he finally pushes himself slowly upright.

 “Good. Rested. Calm,” Logan hums after a moment of consideration. “I don’t think I’ve felt this relaxed in years.”

 “Okay, good. Because while I gave you back your negative feelings, I didn’t think it would be smart to expose you to the full blunt of them immediately – honestly, that might just put you right back to where we started from – so I made it so that they’ll slowly increase over the next few days. Then you can process them better.”

 “That was very thoughtful of you, thank you, Remus. Could I have my glasses back now, please?” He doesn’t reply. “Remus?”

 “Sorry, Lo. I probably should explain first so you don’t freak out.”

 “Should that not be impossible with the restrictions you have currently placed on my emotions?”

 “Theoretically, yeah. But they’re still there and your brain will automatically try to access them and when it can’t, then it’ll try harder and then they could spill over.”

 “That did not clear anything up for me.”

 “Yeah, I figured. Uhm… Okay! Think of it like water in a pot. Right now, it’s cold but you want it to boil. I advised you to take it slow, so you set the stove to the first setting, which will take a while, but you have the time to take it slow for the moment. But then you find a noodle that you want to cook, so you put it in the water but it’s not boiling, so the noodle doesn’t get cooked.” Remus is full on rambling at this point, Logan doesn’t think he could stop him even if he wanted to. “And so you turn up the heat. But it’s still not enough, so you turn it up again. Then you find a handful of noodles that need to go in the pot which still isn’t boiling. You turn up the heat again. You find more noodles, you turn up the heat again, on and on until your stove blows up your entire house.”

 “So, what you are saying is,” Logan slowly tries to summarize, “that if I trigger a negative emotion unconsciously, my brain will try to get it to work on the levels I consider normal which might release the limiter you have placed on them?”

 “Yes! That’s why you’re the brains, I don’t think anyone besides maybe Jannie would have figured out what I meant by that.”

 “You are implying then that having my sight back would invoke a negative emotion?”

 “Well, I think regardless, you won’t like the situation, but seeing will make it worse. Probably.”

 “You are worrying me, Remus, which might trigger the pot to figuratively blow up if you continue to speak like this.”

 “Right, okay. Give me both your hands and I’ll make sure to check if you start to boil too fast, so we can take a break. Sound fair?”

 “Very well.”

 Remus maneuvers them both to sit across each other on the bed, both of Logan’s hands placed in his. Logan is squinting at him, probably only able to make out his silhouette.

 “Okay, so first off, our plan didn’t go quite as we intended it to.” Logan frowns but doesn’t interrupt. “I forgot to prepare something to hold your emotions, so I had to improvise and give them to Lilith. She’s fine, but is resting next door,” Remus reassures when Logans frown morphs into concern. “But they got it into her head that you should rest longer than planned and she didn’t tell me when the week was up.”

 “How long was I out then?” Logan asks after taking in a sharp breath.

 “Two weeks.” Logan freezes and Remus begins tapping against his wrist in the familiar 4-7-8 pattern. It takes him a moment, but Logan soon adjusts his breathing to it.

 “I see. I assume that our absence has been noticed then?”

 “Yeah. The robot started breaking down if I understood correctly and it got my brother and the others to get Janus to take a look in exchange to help him look for me. They’re in the other room right now.”

 “So they know about everything?” Logan asks, calm but still very stiff.

 “Yeah.”

 “I see.” Logan takes a moment to think it over before speaking up again. “I am very grateful for the limiter now. I know that I would have reacted very harshly otherwise. But maybe this is for the best.”

 “What do you mean?” Remus asks, carefully. Logan closes his eyes.

 “My brain feels rather clear at the moment. Clearer than it has in a while, and I still feel a bit groggy from sleeping so long. But I believe I will be able to discuss the situation with the others more effectively right now than I would be otherwise. I can speak on the topic without being tempted to avoid it and run away.”

 “Good. That’s good, Lo. I think we better do that after everyone’s rested a bit because the others had to go through some stuff to get here and they don’t look great and I’m ready to pass out, but that’s good. The limiter should work long enough that we can deal with this a bit later.” Remus misses the way Logan’s eyebrows knit together.

 “What do you mean you are about to pass out?”

 “Oh, right…” Remus hesitates for another moment but figures it will be better to show Logan. He fishes out the glasses and places them gently in Logan’s hand. He watches as the other lifts them to his face and puts them on, gasping as he sees Remus’ state.

 “What happened to you?” He reaches out to Remus’ face, and he lets him touch his cheek and trace the bone clearly visible there.

 “I told you that keeping this up is going to take a lot of energy and I did an extra week, so…”

 “You need to lie down right now!” Logan insists, moving to climb off the bed. Remus grabs his arm and gently holds him back.

 “As much as I’d love to, Lo, we need to talk with the others first. Just to get everyone on the same page on what to do next and get back to the Mindscape. I promise I’ll go sleep right after.”

 “You could take a nap, just a few minutes,” Logan bargains but Remus shakes his head.

 “Once I’m out, I’m out. I’ve held out this long, Lolo, I promise I can do a bit more.” Logan studies his eyes for a moment but seeing his sincerity relents.

 “Very well. I’ll get the others then.”

 “Don’t bother,” Remus grins, though it looks strained. “I can poke at Ro from here. It’s a twin thing.”

 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

 As Remus promised, a few moments later, Roman pops his head in.

 “Can we come in?”

 “Yeah, Ro-bro, we’re ready.”

 The four file in, carrying – or in Virgil’s case, dragging – their chairs with them. Patton smiles up at the two still on the bed, now sitting on the edge.

 “Hey, Logan. It’s good to see you.”

 “It’s good to see you, too, Patton,” Logan responds with his own small smile. “I am sorry for causing you worry.”

 “It was a shock, that’s for sure,” Patton laughs, a little awkwardly.

 “Are you feeling better at least?” Virgil cuts in.

 “I am feeling good at the moment, thank you for asking, Virgil,” Logan reassures. Virgil nods, relieved.

 “I kinda put Logan’s bad emotions on the back burner for now to not overwhelm him, so he’s only going to feel the full extent of them in a few days,” Remus throws in before yawning.

 “That was a good idea, Remus,” Janus comments, the only one of the four that has taken his seat so far, but the others follow suit. “It’s healthier for Logan to be slowly reintroduced to them and it gives us an opportunity to deal with the issues that caused them and find a solution or compromise to avoid another situation like this.”

 “Yes, that is what Remus and I have settled on as well. He mentioned that you all have had a long trip to come here, and I can see that now. Roman, are you alright?”

 “I’m fine,” Roman waves him off. “Nothing I can’t handle for a little while.”

 “But we should return to the Mindscape so that your injuries heal soon.” Logan frames it as a statement and the others know not to argue that.

 “Shouldn’t we talk about what’s lead to this first?” Virgil asks, gesturing around them. “I’m all for you taking a distance from us when you need to, but this wasn’t fun for us, L.”

 “I understand that, Virgil. And I am sorry for having put you into this situation. But the facts are that Remus needs to rest and you all could use some as well. I hadn’t even considered telling you about my issues before this, so I need to structure my thoughts as well. And while I enjoy the clarity the absence of some of my emotions has given me, I, at the same time, feel a bit disconnected from myself right now. I would appreciate if we could schedule a discussion for when all of us are ready to take part. Which includes Remus if any of you had any doubts about that.”

 “Awww, thanks, Lo,” Remus giggles, leaning against Logan’s shoulder and trying very hard to keep his eyes from falling close.

 “That is a good plan,” Roman agrees. “We should also check on Thomas since none of us have been in the Mindscape for most of the day. He is probably mostly working on autopilot, and we didn’t have anything big planned for today,” he immediately reassures when Logan immediately frowns at the idea of leaving Thomas alone.

 “I will check on him,” Janus volunteers. “I can reassure him without revealing too much about the situation since I guess that Logan wants to do that on his own terms?”

 “Indeed. Thank you, Janus.”

 “I’m not doing it for you,” he mutters, embarrassed by Logan’s sincerity.

 “So, we’re agreeing on going back to the Mindscape together, resting till tomorrow and then talk about this?” Virgil clarifies.

 “I think so,” Patton answers before gasping. “Oh, we should do a movie night! A sleepover in the living room!”

 “That is a grand idea, padre!” Roman exclaims. “And Logan can decide what we watch since the rest of us will probably fall asleep first.”

 “I am satisfied with that proposal,” Logan nods with a smile. He would not admit it under normal circumstances, but Logan had missed spending time with his famILY.

 “Not to be a stinker,” Remus pipes up, yawning, “but I’m going to go sleep in my bed. I’m beat like… nah, I can’t think of anything.”

 “Alright,” Janus calls, clapping his hands as he stands up. “I will bring Remus to his room and then visit Thomas to see how he is doing. You can set up for movie night and I will join you once I’m done.” A murmur of agreements goes through the room and Janus moves to the bed. “I am truly glad you are alright, Logan,” he says in a low voice. Logan smiles at him to show he acknowledges his words. Janus nods and moves to secure Remus under three of his arms.

 “Are we free to sink out?” Roman asks, looking towards his brother.

 “Always have been,” he murmurs, almost asleep. “You’re not supposed to be here so if you leave voluntarily, better for me. Trying to get back would dump you at the edge of the desert.”

 “Then,” Janus announces, “I will see you in a few minutes.”

 “Rest well, Remus!” Patton calls before the two sink out. “And tell Thomas hello from me!” Janus nods and he and Remus vanish.

 “We should leave as well,” Roman says. “Are you good to go, Logan?” Logan takes another look around, but he didn’t bring anything other what had been on his person that day, so he didn’t miss anything. He is ready to go home.

 “Yes, Roman. Let’s go back.”

 The four of them sink out together and despite all of them knowing that their talk was not going to be easy, they all are willing to do it if it leads to them being happy together again.

#namiswriting #Hurt No One Knew About #Chapter 11: Logan #ts patton #patton sanders #ts remus #remus sanders #lilith (oc) #ts roman #roman sanders #ts virgil #virgil sanders #ts janus #janus sanders #ts logan #logan sanders #(I can finally tag him!) #exhaustion #multichapter fic #sanders sides #fanfiction #reblogs are appreciated

[monsterrae1]

Alright guys, I’ve been thinking about Eddie almost non stop for two days, and this is going to be a long post so I apologize for the rambling before hand, I’ve been trying to put it together in my brain in a way that makes more sense but my brains a little off so here’s a bit of word vomit and my take on What we learned about Eddie in 5x17 (that no one asked for):

(Im also sure I’m not saying anything new, still here it is)

I wanna start with the obvious, I think a lot of us had already figured that Eddie had a hand at helping heavily in his household, specially at raising his sisters, and it was interesting the way it got confirmed; it’s very clear that Eddie it’s a caretaker, we’ve known this for the longest time, from his career choices (going to the Army but choosing to be a Medic, being a firefighter, and even after he quit he stayed at the LAFD because he still wanted to help somehow) to how he is with Chris, to even how he is with Buck, it’s ingrained in him to take care of others, because from a young age he was told he had to.

Even before Adriana was born Eddie was there with his mom, we know that Ramon wasn’t around so it was probably up to Eddie to keep an eye on his mom (this is just speculation on my part obviously), and when the time came and Helena asked him to get help to get to the hospital Eddie was already expected to behave like and adult, why you ask? Well, for a grown up who already knows how things go and work, if you’re told to get help your first thought is 911 or a neighbor, just like Helena said she’d expected him to do, because she as a grown up is what would have done. But Eddie was a child, who didn’t know better, his logic was mom needs to be at the hospital, we’re alone, and there’s a car here, I’m gonna have to drive her there, which is fair logic for a child.

I don’t know exactly how many years are between Eddie and Adriana, we had the comment that at 10 year old he was told he had to step up, so I’m putting this accident either at age 10 or a little less (maybe between 7 or 8 up to 10) but with this family story we already know one thing for sure, Eddie is expected to support his mom and to make decisions like an Adult.

And this leads to Eddie confronting his dad, and his choice of words is really significant here “I didn’t have a childhood, I didn’t had a dad to take care of me”.

Eddie had to give up his childhood, to take care of his sisters, “step up, be the man of the family”, his dad was never around, he is the only boy, he had the pressure of his father to be the son he expected him to be and take care of everyone while Ramon was away. And the way he expressed about his sisters “the girls” I said this in the tags of a post, but that’s not usually how siblings refer to each other, they could’ve said my sisters if they wanted to pull them in the same group and not use a nickname or their names, they chose to have him said “the girls” which is more like a parent refers to their kids, Eddie feels responsible for them, like he had to take care of them more than a brother should’ve.

If you know anyone who has had a hand at raising their siblings they can tell you, you feel responsible for them way way after they’d stopped needing your help (I know I still am and my brother is in his 20s now), Eddie spend his formative years taking care of them, he was told to put himself in the back burner and focus on helping his family, Eddie never had the chance to figure out who or what he wanted. When he told May he had to idea how to go back to who you wanted to be, he wasn’t lying, but I think Eddie doesn’t even know who he wanted to be, what he wanted to be; because he was never giving the chance to explore.

Specially when everything he ever did chose for himself was over criticized by his parents, which brings me to the next part: Shannon and Chris.

We don't know how the Diaz were towards Shannon before they got married and had Chris, but from what we know post-Shannon having Chris and leaving Eddie and Chris, I can only assume they never really liked her; but Eddie did, he wanted to be with her, he wanted a family with her, and whatever mistakes happened on both parts I think we can agree Eddie loved her, and she wasn't accepted by his family, they throw her mistakes at his face, how he should've known better, how he's not doing enough, how when he's doing exactly what his father did (prioritize bringing in money to the family instead of being with them) now it's suddenly wrong and he should do better.

Eddie's such a gentle dad, even when he had no idea what he was doing he was trying his complete best for Chris, he has said a few times that he doesn't want Chris to be like him, because Eddie doesn't want to be like his dad, and Eddie is better than his dad, I think part of Eddie thought "I'm gonna be the father I never had and I'm going to make sure my kid has someone on his corner no matter what" but he still doesn't see himself as enough, because he's always been told he wasn't.

The first decision we see him take for himself was pack their bags and move to Los Angeles, and then he kept Chris close to his heart, not telling the team until a week after he started his job, and even then it was more like he had to tell them rather than he wanted to, because Chris is his, and his alone, and he's afraid to lose him. His parents tried to take him, and Eddie was right when he said they were trying to have a do-over with Chris, they've seen what they did with Eddie and now want to amend it with Chris, and it results in Eddie being a little protective over who comes into Chris' life, we saw it with the 118, we saw it with Shannon, and even Ana.

(This isn't a buddie post perse, but the only one who's gotten a free pass to Chris has been Buck, much like he's also been the only one allowed to help Eddie with Chris and himself, and while that also ties here very strongly, I'm not going into it much on this post)

We saw him struggle with his decision with letting Shannon back into Chris life, the words he uses when he's talking to Buck "Am I doing it for him? or for Me?" Like he isn't allowed to chose this if its for him, because Chris comes firsts, which is fair for a parent to think, but knowing what we know about Eddie now, 3 seasons later, we can also see the "I already chose her for myself once, and it didn't went well, I'm no longer allowed to chose her for myself" and that's how he continues to live his life.

His room is pretty bare, when Chris' room and the rest of the house if fairly warm and decorated, full of life and love, but his own space only has the essentials, he doesn't spend money on himself, to the point that him getting a new truck in S3 was a show of how unwell he was (and I know it's the extreme of it, the fact that it was a big showy truck, but we can also agree that a car is a necessity and while his old truck still worked, I think it's said that it was failing a lot? I don't remember exactly), so I do believe that after Shannon, Eddie refrained from doing things for himself.

Ana wasn't for himself.

I do believe that in the year-two years after Shannon's death and Eddie was single he was happy with that, he had a lot to work through, he had a lot of unprocessed grief and things kept pilling up inside of him, but the fact that he was single was never an issue for him (probably because he wasn't alone, but i'm trying very hard to not make this a buddie post, but I mean, we know how big and important Buck is in his life) and when Ana showed up again, he just saw it as an opportunity to give Chris the family he should have.

Do I believe he did it on purpose? No, I don't. There was attraction there at first, I'm not gonna deny it, but as the relationship moved forward we all saw how much they weren't clicking, and Eddie was trying I'm not denying that, but his heart wasn't on it; he tried to stick it out for Chris, until Buck interfered.

Eddie's healing so much this season, and now he has the time and help he needs to figure out who he is, what he wants, and how happiness (how ever that looks, even if it looks very queer) is something he can have, for himself; hearing him tell his dad he's gonna do better for himself was so powerful knowing how Eddie just didn't thought about himself at all, and how he's choosing healing and a better life, for himself.

I'm excited to see how his arch wraps this season, and also how he's going to continue to grow in S6.

#Eddie Diaz #911 #sorry for the long as post I just wanted to ramble on main #if you read the entire thing you've won one of Eddie's mwah kisses #Eddie diaz meta

[hprse]

Literally the most mind boggling thing ever when you were raised in a family where most folks use nicknames or another part of their name as a name is when you find out someones "name" isnt actually their name or first name

#txt #ex 1: my brothers first name is NOT elvis (thats his middle name) #ex 2: my moms first name is NOT alexis and i have no idea if its her middle name or not #ive known these things for ages now #but its like. HELLO? #also on the other hand i have no idea what my step dads NICKNAME is. #im like 99% sure its dot but who fucking knows. #i call my youngest brother the dumbest names imaginable #my favorite? bugs. like bugs bunny. but specifically i call him that bc i always say bud wrong and bug sounds weird #my youngest sister gets called jo by me because her middle names jolene #yes i sing jolene at her a lot cause im annoying. #my oldest sister whos like a few months older than me (but was 'estranged' ig for a few years until now #and i only ever saw her once every few months before that so i still get eldest sister syndrome) #goes by both her first and middle name at the same time (both are short)

[yeetskreetreet]

You and Michael being Gregory’s parents part 2

Part 1: https://yeetskreetreet.tumblr.com/post/676539088975855616/the-au-where-michael-is-gregorys-dad-but-youre

So you and Michael had both realised you were reunited after all this time. But you also realized you didn’t want Gregory to get a complete world shock. This purple zombie man he randomly ran into in the pizza plex... being his father??

So you both prayed he didn’t notice how you VERY CLEARLY recognised Michael. You and Michael both gather you’re self with a mutual quiet understanding, and start to focus on the more important task on hand... getting you and Gregory out.

Lets say in this au that instead of Freddy being kind of sentient, it’s that Michael has hacked him and can get him to help you. It’s Gregory’s idea to upgrade him though. They had already gotten chicas beak when you’d been reunited, and it was when Gregory went to get Roxy’s eyes that you and Michael where for the first time in years, left alone... (with occasional updates from Gregory through the fazwatch)

You and Michael sit there hiding, still so unsure of what to say. But you decide that if not now then when...

“I....have so many... questions”

He sighed deeply.

“I know hun.. I...” you breath hitched at the all to familiar nickname.

“And id love to answer but...”

“But what?” You looked at him with colder eyes, and he turned his gaze away. Don’t get it wrong, of course you missed him and didint want to force anything out of him. But still, you’d been missing him for so long, and had loved him so much that you’d convinced yourself he’d... died.. because if he loved you as much as he said.. how could he leave you and you’re son in the ditch like that?

“...did you think I wouldn’t love you?”

Your voice started getting shaky and weak...

“No hun... I just-“

“Did you think he’d be scared?! More scared than he’d be without his father?!”

“ (y/n) please!” He desperately called to you.

And then you broke, after letting out your anger now came the pain, and the tears. Michael didn’t stop for a second, and immediately took you into his arms. Even if it felt harsh to immediately get meet with the reality of his actions, he knew you needed to get it out. He also knew that even if you might never forgive him, you would at least understand, if he just got time to explain...

He was sitting down and leaning against the wall, you curled up between his legs and arms. He stroked you’re hair, and leaned down to kiss you’re head.

“I knew it might sound stupid... but would you believe me if I told you after all these years.. I’m still trying to end my old man?” He chuckled quietly while pulling some hair from you’re face.

“....you’re fucking kidding me... still?!?” Maybe it wasn’t a thing to laugh about, but you couldn’t help to laugh at the absurdity. He nodded.

“It’s.. the easy way of explaining where I’ve been.... as to why I never went back home.. well you seem to have figured it out you’re self” he gestured to his purple decaying body.

“... I guess I have... but-“

The fazwatch beeped.

“Hey guys! I got the eyes!! I’m on my way now!!

Gregory beamed trough the watch. Micheal responded with a small smile on his face,

“Okay bud , we’re where you left us, be careful”

You both started shifting away from eachother and fixed you’re self up a bit. Michael sighed once again and locked at you.

“I promise once we get out I’ll explain why I... why I look like a mouldy grape” you blew air out of your nose at that, still so funny without even trying.

“When.. WE get out?” You looked up at him questioning eyes.

“Yes when WE get out..” he stepped closer to you and took you’re smaller Hands in his cold bigger own.

“I left you once with the thought I’d never see you again... if fate has put us back together.. then I see no reason to not be.. “

He stroked you’re cheek.

“I left you once... and I won’t do it again”

He kissed your forehead. You looked at each-other tenderly, before hearing supposedly Gregory getting close to you, and you both instinctively moved away from each-other again...

Part 3:

https://yeetskreetreet.tumblr.com/post/676991933307092992/you-and-michael-being-gregorys-parents-part-3

(Might already have some ideas for future parts 👀)

#fnaf x y/n #fnaf #michael afton x reader #fnaf micheal #micheal afton #five nights at freddy's #five nights at Freddy’s x reader #fnaf x reader #fnaf gregory #fnaf sb #security breach #fnaf security breach #five nights at Freddy’s security breach #fnaf sb gregory

[xoxo-teddybear]

4 weeks - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: SMUT, cursing, needy Bakugou, 18+, sub!bakugou, dom!f!reader, oral, use of viagra, NOT SPELL CHECKED (sorry >w<)

Summary: Bakugou done fucked up and now he has to pay the price..sorta

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

A/N: just for the sake of the story, your quirk is “Command.” As long as you come into physical contact with your opponent, even for a second, you can command them to do your bidding until you say “rebel.”

“WHAAAATTTTT??????!!!!!!”

You could’ve sworn the whole house, scratch that, the whole world shook as Bakugou screamed at you.

Bakugou had fucked up. During a little heated session, things got a little too rough. As Bakugou was railing you from the back, he tugged at your hair. However, along with your soft locks, he pulled on your thin necklace chain that was gifted to you by your precious 5 year old son. The chain broke and Bakugou didn’t even tell you. He opted to have you both finish before he even mentioned the broken gift.

And now it was the next day and Katsuo, your son, had noticed the missing necklace. It did hurt him a bit especially considering he did so much to earn money and go with grandma to buy the necklace but he assured you it was okay. You sent him off to his room to play as you walked to the kitchen to scold and punish your husband. As you complained to him, he conversed with you as his back was facing you and only turned when he heard your punishment for him.

“You heard me. 4 weeks. No sex, no touching, no hugs or kisses, no nothing. No. Physical. Contact.” You said with a stern and nonchalant face. Your arms were crossed as you faced your husband who looked at you with an open mouth and open palms.

“Wha- but- WHY???” He whined.

“Katsuki come on! You broke my very expensive necklace!” You said, gesturing to your now bare neck.

“Who cares if it was expensive, I could buy you another one! We’re pros Y/N, we could buy a unicorn if we wanted!” Bakugou argued as he was still trying to get out of his punishment. You only crossed your arms and pressed your fingers into your forehead.

“That’s not the point! It’s the fact that even though it was so expensive, our 5 year old son still bought it! And so because you broke it, this is your punishment.” You explained. Bakugou groaned as he threw his head back and huffed towards the ceiling when an idea came to his mind.

“You know..” he began as he walked towards you, “I broke that necklace, on accident, because I was so focused on pleasuring my queen. Anndddd I could make it up to you in the exact same way~” He attempted to wrap his arms around your waist but you spun around and stepped behind him resulting in him stumbling forward. He turned towards you and growled.

“Really Katsuki? You’re gonna snarl at me? Look, you know the rules, so follow them. Now I’m going with Katsuo to get him a new toy to cheer him up, you just...heh, sit in your room and think about what you’ve done.” You teased. You grabbed your purse and had Katsuo get ready. Once he was done you told him to get into the car and you walked to Katsuki to say bye. You smirked as you looked at him and pressed your hands against his chest. You slowly went in for a kiss and Bakugou looked at you in shock before he smirked and leaned in too. But just as your lips were about to touch, you pulled away and walked to the door. As you opened it you turned to him and spoke.

“No kisses. Remember?” You grinned at him. He snarled and picked up a pillow off the couch and threw it towards you but you shut the door before it could reach you. This was gonna be a long 4 weeks for Katsuki.

—

Katsuki awoken to his gorgeous wife....sleeping on the other side of the bed far..far away from him. No touching meant no sleepy time cuddles either. It had already been like this for a week. He looked a little closer at her sleeping figure and smiled at her peaceful state. He scooted closer and he tucked his head into your neck and wrapped his arm around your waist. Or more like he tried to. The second his arm made contact with your body for cuddles, you woke up and smacked his hand away.

“Ah! Y/N!! This isn’t fair!” He whined. He looked at his arm and saw a little red shade forming as he pouted at you. You turned towards your doting husband and just gave him a stern look.

“Who broke my necklace?” Bakugou sighed and flopped onto the bed on his back as he faced the ceiling.

“Me.”

“And now who has to pay the price?”

“Me.” He pouted again. You chuckled as you got up and stretched.

“Stop pouting Suki. You’re not Katsuo.” You giggled but he only looked at you with the same pout.

“He’s my carbon copy, we’re basically the same person.” You smiled at your humorous husband and he smiled seeing the grin that bestowed your face. You kneeled on the bed and leaned into him. You placed your hands on his chest as you got close to his face.

“You’ll survive, Love.” You said and then gave him a loving kiss. His eyes went wide at the surprise contact but he quickly smiled into the kiss and returned it as he shut his eyes to enjoy it. You intensified the kiss but when Katsuki went to pull you in closer by your neck, you quickly backed away. He looked at you in shock before whining again.

“Okay, first of all, I thought you said no touching.” He growled as he clenched his fist.

“I said you couldn’t touch. Never said anything about me,” you said with a cocky grin. Bakugou’s face went red at your devious actions.

“Okay well what the fuck? You can’t just kiss me like that and stop after I already went a whole week without touching you. Come back here,” he said as he tried to grab onto your wrist but you backed up and walked to your bedroom door.

“Get ready for the day love, this is just the beginning.”

—

Mitsuki and Masaru had just arrived. Katsuki was sitting on the couch trying to distract himself with the TV while you were in the kitchen making a smoothie when door bell rang. You opened the door greeting your in-laws with love and expectance.

“Hi Mom! Dad! Come in! Katsuo is almost done packing his bags,” you happily said as you stepped to the side to allow your mother and father in law to enter.

“Umm, what? Why is my son packing his bags?” Katsuki asked as he stood from the couch.

“Y/N didn’t tell you? We called a few nights ago asking to bring Katsuo on a trip. She said yes and told us she’d tell you about it later,” Masaru explained. Katsuki jerked his head towards Y/N in disbelief as she placed her hand on the side of cheek and spoke.

“Oops! I guess I forgot,” you said with sarcasm dripping in your voice. Mitsuki and Masaru believed you but when they turned to face their son again your mischievous grin returned as you also faced Katsuki. He was silently fuming as he watched you go from angel to devil in a second.

“Ah well, who cares. Point is, we’re here to pick up my grandson!” Mitsuki said as she took a seat on the couch. You all made small talk but Katsuki continued to stand as he processed just how conniving his wife was.

“Mama! I’m all set!” Katsuo said as he came down the stairs with his little suitcase and teddy bear in hand.

“Hi baby! Grandma and Grandpa are already here,” you said and Katsuo excitedly ran to his grandparents.

“Grandma! Grandpa!” Katsuo said as he jumped into their arms.

“Ohh, hello my little firecracker!” Mitsuki said, greeting her grandson. “Ready for a vacation in Rio?”

“Mhm!” Katsuo quickly replied but Katsuki just stuttered in shock before he spoke again.

“Woah- wait? Rio? You’re taking him to Brazil? That’s across the globe, how long are you guys gonna be gone?” Katsuki asked with concern. Not for his son, he completely trusted his parents with his child and he knew they would have fun. He was worried for himself. Taking care of Katsuo was a distraction for Katsuki. Watching his son kept his mind off of wrecking Y/N. If his son was away for too long, he didn’t know how long he would survive his punishment.

“We’ll be gone for about 3 weeks. Don’t worry, we’ll be back before you know it.” Masaru said.

“Wha- huh? 3 WEEKS?! .....Y/N you little satan,” he whispered the last part. He turned to face you and saw a Cheshire grin on your face. His face turned red and you swore you could see steam leave Katsuki’s ears but you continued as if everything was normal.

“Alright well, we’ll be going now!” Mitsuki said as she stood alongside her husband. Katsuo said his partings with his parents and they said their “I love you’s” before their son walked out the door with his grandparents. Katsuo was about to have the time of his life while Katsuki was left to suffer.

Y/N was seated on the couch as Katsuki was still seething. She held a grin on her face as Katsuki slowly turned to look at her.

“You got some explaining to do, princess,” he said adding poison to the loving nickname. You only smiled some more as you stood and walked to your husband. He towered over you but right now, you were above him because you held all the power now. You got in his face as you spoke words that would set him off.

“Whatchu’ gonna do now without your little distraction running around, daddy?” You softly but sinisterly and seductively said as you chuckled and purposely bumped into his shoulder as you walked away.

—

Bakugou has slowly been losing his mind. He was on the last day of the second week and it’s been killing him. When he sat down he would spazz a little and his fingers would be having a little seizure. His eye would twitch at night as he kept his back to you to restrain himself. The soft quiet moans you would release in your sleep every now and then would send Bakugou into the bathroom in the middle of the night to relieve himself. Just the sight of you was daring Bakugou to pounce.

You weren’t making it any easier for him either. First you send his son AKA his distraction from his hot wife away, then you tease him constantly, you also allow yourself to touch him but refuse to let him cop a feel on you, and now, you walk around after work in his t-shirt and a pair of cute panties. Your plump ass on display and the sight of your plush thighs drove him wild.

You were sipping tea in the kitchen when your frantic husband came in. You took notice of him and greeted him with a smile before it quickly dropped at the sight of him. He looked awful. Bags under his eyes, a twitching eye, a crooked line for a smile, disheveled hair, and his posture was horrendous. He took a seat next to you saying nothing as he just tapped his foot against the floor.

“Umm...baby? Are you okay-“

“NO! I’m not! I’m not okay, not at all!” He snapped as he looked at you with wide eyes. You stared back at him with the same eyes as you slowly took another sip before continuing.

“What’s the problem, love?” You asked as if you didn’t know.

“What’s the problem?” He began with a whisper. “What’s the problem?! Oh, like you don’t know you TEASE!” Bakugou stood from his seat as he clapped his hands to dramatically to explain.

“HOR-NY!” He said as he brought his hands together for each sound. “I am insanely horny, you shitty woman! I can’t get myself off, I don’t have my son around to keep me busy, work is just annoying now, and my fine ass wife won’t let me touch her!”

You laughed a little as he explained and Katsuki had his jaw dropped at your rude behavior.

“You’re laughing? Oh you think this is funny? Oh okay,” he said and walked away.

“WHEN THIS BULLSHIT IS OVER, YOU’RE SUCKING MY DICK Y/N!” He slammed the door to your shared bedroom but he screamed loud enough for you to hear all the way from the kitchen. “ON SOFT!”

—

The end of the third week. It was almost too much for Katsuki. Katsuo would be back in another week but it would be pointless because the punishment would be over by then. I mean yeah, he’d get to have his son back again (yayy familyyy) but when Katsuo would be back, Katsuki would be completely indulging himself in Y/N. How the fuck were they supposed to keep quiet?

Whatever though. Katsuki had no time to think of the future. He was living in the now, and so he had to come up with a plan to get Y/N to break. In the beginning of the 4th week, Katsuki spent time and time again tweaking his plans and coming up with new tactics until he realized....his damn wife was just as stubborn and hard headed as he was. Nothing was gonna break her. And so we’ve been led to this.

“BABBYYYYYYYYYY”

“...”

“PRINCESSSSSSSS”

“...”

“Y/N BAKUGOU!”

Bakugou resorted to being a puppy that basically had separation anxiety. He would yell and shout and whine at every chance he had. He would do whatever if it meant getting you to break. He missed you. The last time you made physical contact with him was during that kiss and man did it send Katsuki into a frenzy.

Considering Katsuki’s quirk contained nitroglycerin, a chemical commonly found in viagra, it was safe to say it was very easy for you to rile him up. And as he thought about that, it hit him like a train. If he can’t go to you, then he’ll make you come to him. He’ll set you up and he knows exactly how to do it.

Bakugou left the bedroom and ran down the stairs to find you in the living room. You were cozied up with yourself under a blanket that covered your booty shorts that you wore. You were entranced by the story of a book as you allowed the TV to play at a low volume for background noise and Bakugou’s heart swelled at such a domesticated moment. “Hi baby.”

You looked up to your husband and rolled your eyes with a smile as you looked at him. You wondered what trick he had up his sleeve this time around. “Hey. You need something?” You asked.

“Mm mm,” he shook his head with a soft smile, how cute. “Just was wondering if you wanted to watch a movie with me. Get some snacks, sit in bed, and just enjoy some time together.”

You smile grew wider at the thought of a little date night in your shared bedroom and you were quick to agree to his offer. “I’ll get the snacks,”

“No don’t worry about. I’ll get it. I already have everything set up. Picked a movie and everything. All you have to do is just be there with me.” You awed at your husband’s kind gestures as you went up to peck his cheek.

“Thanks Suki!” You happily said as you walked away. Bakugou watched your form disappear into the master bedroom before he quickly ran through all the cabinets and fridge. He frantically looked for viagra but when he couldn’t find any he whipped out his phone. He called a number that he knew was going to be able to help him.

“Listen Dunce Face. Don’t ask any questions, just do as I say if you want to fucking live. I know you have female viagra on you and if you don’t, get your ass to the store right now and pick some up for me. Bring it to me ASAP!” He quickly said and hung up before giving Kaminari any time to reply. Bakugou slowly prepared snacks to eat and in 5 minutes a knock was heard on the door. He ran to it and opened the wooden piece to find a huffing electric blonde.

“I....I....I got it!” Kaminari tiredly breathed out as he held a bag over his head to show the items he brought. Bakugou snatched it out of his hand before giving a quick ‘thanks!’ To show his appreciation and slammed the door.

Katsuki took the pills out of its containers and crushed 2 into a powder. He mixed it in with your bottle of water and finally brought the snacks and drinks up to you. He walked in to find you waiting on the bed for him and you smiled at the sight of him. He placed the bags of junk on the bed as he quickly joined you until he realized something was off.

“Umm...Y/N?” You smiled as you knew what he was going to ask and considering you guys were gonna have a little movie date, you gave in.

“Fine.” You happily said as you gave in and Bakugou was quick to pull you into his arms and become the big spoon. He finally got to hold you after so many weeks but this was not his main goal. No he wanted much more. This was only a stepping stone to his victory.

The movie began and Bakugou had you cuddled in his arms. You were enjoying the warmth of your husband as your eyes were drawn to the screen and you couldn’t help but smile at these sweet intimate moments like this. Yeah. You’ve missed him over the past few weeks but a punishment is a punishment. So you decided to savor this time with him before going back to cutting off physical contact once more.

Time had passed and Bakugou watched as you picked at the snacks and swallow down sips of the contaminated water. He smirked every time you downed a gulp and now the best part was coming up. See, Bakugou chose everything so that he knew exactly how everything would turn out. With that being said, he chose a movie that he knew would help the viagra in your system to get you going.

The erotic scene played and Bakugou watched as you rubbed your thighs together for friction. You bit your lip from time to time to hold back a needy groan and you began feeling heat all over you. And it wasn’t coming from Katsuki. Seeing you in this state, Bakugou slowly went to place a hand on your bare thigh. You didn’t push him away and Bakugou grinned at the fact that you were breaking. He soothed and rubbed at your thigh as he would squeeze it every now and then as well. The whole time you were asking yourself why the explicit scene was so detailed and so long.

Out of nowhere, you felt Bakugou’s hand travel up your leg and to your core but just for a second. The teasing touch had you silently gasp and you craved for more. You turned to Bakugou to see he was leaning against the headboard and he would release a grunt every so often which didn’t help relieve your growing heat. He didn’t seem bothered by anything or affected at all as he watched the movie continue.

Enough was enough, you picked up the remote and turned off the TV. Bakugou turned to look at you with a raised brow but openly smirked once he saw you straddle his lap. You shamelessly began to grind yourself against his core as you both released sighs and moans at the friction. His hands went straight to your hips as he spoke.

“What’s wrong princess? What happened to my punishment?” He teasingly asked.

“Shut up,” was all that you said before you quickly dove in for a hungry kiss that Bakugou happily returned. It was all teeth and tongue as you both pressed against each other, grinding against one another’s clothed centers. Moans were released into the kiss as you began to undress yourself. You both pulled away for a second to remove your tops but quickly went back in for the kiss. You removed your shorts as Bakugou remained in his sweats. You were left in nothing but panties before Katsuki decided to rip those off.

“Katsuki...nobody said anything about you being able to touch me again,” you clarified with sharp eyes. Bakugou’s eyes went wide. He thought this was the end of the punishment. He thought you gave in.

“What do you-“

Before he could finish, you placed your hand on his shoulder and activated your quirk.

“Sleep.”

And just like that, Bakugou was out like a light. While he was unconscious, you took the opportunity to tie his wrists to the headboard using one of his dress ties. You removed his sweats and briefs as you allowed his member to stand tall. You stared at the red, angry tip that was drenched in pre-cum. You smirked as you sat yourself on his waist as your hand went to stroke his member the slightest bit. He moaned in his sleep and you giggled as you spoke again.

“Rebel.”

Bakugou slowly woke up, but once he fully came to, he was completely submerged in pleasure. His eyes were blessed with the view of your naked body, with a beautiful face that adorned a smirk. And he understood why you held the malicious smile. He groaned as he felt your pace at his dick speed up. You leaned down to his ear as Katsuki held heavy breaths with a flushed and red face.

“No touching, remember Suki?” You whispered as you then licked the shell of his ear, sending shivers down his spine.

“F-fuck! Fuck, Y/N please. Please just do something...Ahh~” You trailed your thumb up to his tip as you focused on it. The feeling sent Bakugou into heaven.

“Awww, you thought you could tell me what to do? If you didn’t notice, tonight, I’m in charge.” You said with a grin and devious eyes. Bakugou groaned even more as he waited for you to do..anything! “I’ll tell you what though, Suki. You have been pretty decent for the past few weeks so I’ll give you a little something. And maybe if you’re a good boy for me, I’ll let you have the main course.”

Bakugou watched as you stopped your hand movements and scooted back. You were face to face with his dick as you jerked him off some more. You held his member in your hand as you made eye contact with him. You licked the base of his cock all the way to the tip causing Bakugou to sigh and moan. You kissed the tip before taking it into your mouth and swirling your tongue around.

“Oh s-shit! Baby! Fuck-“

You went down on him one time and moaned around his cock, allowing the vibrations to have full affect on your trembling husband. You pulled off him with a pop as you smiled up at him.

“Oh I’m sorry. You wanted me to suck your dick on soft, right?...Mm, well it’s not my fault you can’t control your hard on.” You teased to which Bakugou growled at you. “Again with the snarling? That’s not what good boys do Suki. Good boys do what they’re told so they get to cum inside a pretty pussy~”

Bakugou perked up at the temptation. Cumming inside you. Breeding you. Pumping you full until you give him another brat. The thought of you walking around beautifully swollen with his kid drove him mad and desperate.

“Let me cum inside you Princess.” He asked with a soft but stern tone.

“Ah ah, you don’t get to tell me what to do. You’re not the one giving orders tonight, Katsuki. So listen up. I’ll go down on you for about 5 minutes. If you don’t come in those 5 minutes, I’ll let you cum inside. However, if you do, I’ll be leaving you here with a cock ring for the next few hours while I go and pleasure myself somewhere else. Understand?” You watched as he attempted to fight against his restraints.

“No.” He refused to give in. He turned his head down, avoiding your gaze and you sighed in return.

“Fine, I guess I’ll just have to take care of myself,” you said and slid off him. You were about to walk away before Bakugou called out for you.

“No wait!” You turned to him and gave a little curl with your lip. “Tch....please.” He said while blushing and staring off.

“Please what suki?” You said, acting dumb. Bakugou really didn’t wanna beg but he’s so close to getting what he’s been craving all month. Screw his damn pride. He was gonna get laid and he was gonna get it tonight!

“Please! ....Fuck me, touch me, suck my dick, let me cum inside you, do something to me! Please Y/N,” he begged. His member still stood erect and you smiled as you walked towards him.

“That’s my good boy,” you said as you caressed his jaw and gave him a quick and passionate kiss before moving down to suck him off. You kissed his tip multiple times before taking him in. He gasped and sighed at the contact and feeling of your warm cavern but he’ll be damned if he came undone in less than 5 minutes. He needed to cum inside your sweet little cunt and he was gonna do whatever it took to do so.

You bobbed your head at a steady pace causing Bakugou to plead for more. You swallowed his pre-cum, which left him gasping. Your hand went to fondle his balls as he fought against his restraints. He wanted to use his hands to take control but he couldn’t, not with them being tied up.

“P-please baby. Faster! Please!” He begged. And who were you to deny your good boy. You sped up your movements and moaned with his cock seated in your throat. “Ohh god! Yess!”

His legs shook as he was close to cumming. He looked at the time and saw he only had 1 minute left. Just 1 minute. Hold it in and he gets to cum inside you. However, he didn’t know you had a little trick up your sleeve.

When you walked away before, you grabbed a mini vibrator. Seeing he only had 1 minute left, you turned it on and placed it at the base of his cock while you sucked him off and moaned some more.

“F-fuck baby! S’too much! Stop- stop! ...ohh fuck I’m-I’m gonna cum!” Bakugou screamed with his head thrown back. He jerked his hips up as he attempted to fuck your mouth but you squeezed and scratched at his bare thighs to get him to stop. And finally, with your permission..

“You can cum now, good boy,”

He filled your mouth as he screamed in pleasure. His legs shook in pure ecstasy as he filled your mouth with his sweet-salty release. You pulled off him with a stuffed mouth and watched as his chest puffed up and fell down. He sighed before he looked at you with rosy cheeks. You smirked at him, opening your mouth to show him his work before swallowing it all. The erotic scene caused him to bite his lips and throw his head back as he puffed some more.

He can’t believe he was at his limit and all because of a blowjob. His dick grew soft but rose once more as vibrations came in contact with his shaft again. He flinched at the sudden feeling and looked at the cause of it and saw you holding the vibrator against him. “Baby? W-what? W-hy?”

“Aww Suki. Don’t you remember? It’s time to give you what you’ve wanted all month,” you smirked at him. His eyes went wide. How could he forget? He wanted to cum inside you so badly, but he didn’t know if he had any left. He didn’t know if he would be able to take it after his extreme climax.

“W-wait! Wait Y/N. I-..I need a break for a second. I can’t-“

“Excuse me?” You cut him off. “So you’re the only one that gets pleasure out of all this? I don’t think so.”

“No baby, that’s not what I meant. I just- it’s just...s’too much!” He cried out as he watched you hover over his erection. You lined his dick up with your entrance and smirked some more.

“You can handle it. I know you can. You’ll be my good boy and pleasure me too, right?” You sweetly said. Bakugou didn’t know what it was. He was never the submissive one but you calling him a ‘good boy’ did something to him. It made him want to completely submit to you and do whatever you pleased. You slammed down completely on his cock as you both cried out in pleasure.

“Fuck!” Bakugou screamed. You began a fast pace bouncing up and down on him. Your hands found placement on his bare chest as he threw his head back and made an abundant amount of noise. “Oh baby! Baby- slow down! F-fuck too much!”

“Mm..c’mon Suki..I thought you wanted this. Fuck- I thought you wanted..to be my good boy,” you teased while moaning. You held a devious grin as you rode him and he couldn’t stop the tears from flowing. Poor baby was so overstimulated.

Bakugou released sobs of pleasure but he enjoyed it all nonetheless. “S-shit! Oh my godd Katsuki! S-So big!”

“Ahh! Fuck! Y-Y/N..baby please! Let me touch you! Please!” Bakugou seethed out. He had his feet planted on the bed as he attempted to thrust up into you. You, growing a soft spot for the man below you, gave in.

“Heh...be a good boy and please me Suki.” You released his wrists from their ties as you never stopped your motions and his hands were quick to find home around your waist.

Bakugou was quick to take control and bounce you up and down on his shaft, controlling the pace. Now it was your turn to scream and cry in pleasure as Bakugou slammed you down on his cock while ramming up into you at the same time. He was going to be a good boy and please you.

“F-fucking shit! You like that? Huh?” He gave your ass a quick and hard smack before continuing. “You like the way my dick feels inside your sweet pussy?”

The pleasure was too much for you. You could barely form words as he catered to your body. His thrusts were beginning to bring you to your end as you felt the familiar tight feeling grow stronger in your stomach. You pussy clenched around his shaft as he released a gruff moan at the squeeze.

“Shit..you gonna cum baby? Gonna cum on my dick? ...fuck yess~ let me fill you up princess,” he said as his thrust grew sloppy. He was close to his end as well and you nodded in approval to his desire.

“Ka-Katsuki! I’m gonna cum..fuck baby I’m cumming!” Bakugou sped up the slightest bit to help you reach your climax until you finally came. You both released cried of euphoria as you both met your orgasms and met each other for a hungry kiss. At the same time, Bakugou stopped his thrusts as he shot his load in you, and a mix of your releases seeped out of your cunt. Your kiss was sloppy as your tongues fought for dominance. Bakugou let his hands travel to your ass where they helped you grind on his dick a little more and smacked it once again.

You both had moaned into the kiss until oxygen became necessary. You separated from each other with small pecks before finally stopping. Bakugou remained inside you as you settled into his chest. He had his arms wrap around you as you both spent time catching your breaths. Once you both finally settled, you bathed in the comforting feeling of the after sex glow and cuddled in a comforting silence. Bakugou had kissed the crown of your head before he spoke up and broke the quiet.

“So much for a punishment,” he teased. You looked at him with slanted eyes as a way of telling your husband to shut up but he only chuckled at you. He lifted your chin and brought your lips to meet his once more for a loving kiss before separating to tell you sweet words.

“I love you, princess.” He said with his husky voice.

“I love you too, Suki.” You sent your hand to intertwine with his and he gladly accepted. He was right though. So much for a punishment. Oh well, you’ll get him next time he fucks up.

A/N: EW THE ENDING WAS SO BAD!!!! WTFFFFF! Whatever. I hope you enjoyed it bear Cubs! I’m sorry I’ve been in my lil slump but I feel myself getting better and I’ll be back soon!💗🧸 And now...to start on the ninth chapter of my series. Yayyyyy😓

A/N: I think my favorite part is when Katsuki yells “Suck my dick!...on soft!” Cuz I be walking around and saying that to mfs who test me. If you disrespect me, SUCK MY DICK..ON SOFT! 🤣 am I a female? YES! But you will suck my soft non-existent dick if you decide to act like a prick for no apparent reason. Thank you!😂

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Just A Phase

Evan Buckley x Reader 

Warnings: fem!reader, typical high school nonsense, kinda rude behaviour at first meet, mentions of weed/alcohol and the consumption of, typical cocky jock behaviour, few swear words, being tipsy/drunk

Category: fluff and a little angst 

Word Count: 5.4k

Author’s Note: I just started writing and this is where I ended up so yeah also I feel like I haven’t written in a million years, forgive me if this is shitty // I referred to Buck as Evan for the first little bit because he and the reader had been introduced yet. // thank you to my darling @floralbuckleys for their help!

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Senior Year Of High School. 

 Evan Buckley, certified jock and bad boy. 

He was the type of guy that only had a soft spot for you, but you didn’t know that yet. Truthfully he wasn’t a mean guy - people just perceived him that way because he was on the football team and popular. He had somewhat of a troublesome reputation.

People knew where he went, trouble followed. 

You, on the other hand, came from a somewhat above average family. Your mom’s a nurse and dad’s a lawyer. They always had big hopes and dreams for you, for you to go off to Harvard in the fall and follow in your father’s footsteps but you didn’t want that. 

You dreamt of being a writer - you couldn't bring yourself to tell your parents that. Since you were young, they had instilled “you’re going to go to Harvard” in you. 

You couldn’t back out now. 

See, high school worked a certain way. You kept to your circles and didn’t mingle with those that didn’t fit into your circle. You and Evan didn’t run in the same circle - he was a troublesome jock and you were a smart preppy girl. 

Being the preppy kid meant volunteering where you could to bulk up your college application hence why you were at school on a Friday afternoon, waiting for the kids to show up. You were part of some tutor program that your chemistry teacher put you into. 

It was mostly just kids that needed some clarification on their work and the occasional jock that needed to pass a course to stay on the team.

You weren't surprised when a group of noisy jocks stumbled in the study hall, reeking of sweat from practice.  

You were surprised to see Evan, he hadn't been in there before. 

“Settle down boys” Mrs. Jacobs told them before sending each guy off to a tutor, leaving Evan standing beside her. “You can head over to y/n” she pointed at you, you gave him a small smile when you glanced up. He looked unpleasant, like he didn’t want to be there. 

He made his way over nonetheless. “Good afternoon” you say quietly, unsure if he heard you. He grumbles a hello as he sits down. 

The first few minutes, it was quiet. He sat there flipping through his textbook and scribbling down answers into the notebook in front of him. 

“Is there anything I can help you-” “I'm not stupid.” 

You glance at him, eyes catching his blue ones looking back at you. “I never said you were.” 

“I'm only here because I didn’t turn in my mid term project and now stupid Mr. Jefferson thinks I don't understand this shit” he explains himself. 

You hum, glancing down at the notebook in front of him, pulling it towards you. Reading over the sheet, all the answers were right. A hum of satisfaction slips pass your lips as you slide the notebook back over to him. 

“Not just another dumb jock then.” your eyes study his face after the statement. His lips curl into a small smile, a hum as he turns his attention back to his paper. 

“So prep life must be dull - no parties, all study.” 

“Who says prep kids don't party ?” 

He chuckles, “maybe the lack of prep kids at the parties.” “I’ll have you know, I party plenty, Evan.” 

Once again, he chuckles. “The phrasing of that statement shows that you clearly don’t- but call me Buck, all the guys do.” he slides the notebook over to you. 

“Check this over, I'll be back” you watched as he stepped out of the study hall and disappeared into the hallway. 

A few minutes pass by, you’re tired and in need of a nap but you blink away the tiredness to read his work. There’s a voice behind you and then you feel something heavy on your chair. Leaning back to figure out what it was, the back of your head hit something hard. You shift in your seat and look up to see your head has hit Buck’s torso. 

“How's the work, peach ?” his voice is low, the drop in octave from before causes butterflies in your stomach. 

Your brows furrow at the nickname, he noticed your confusion and glances down at your top and your eyes follow his only to see that your peach colour bra was sticking out from the top of your shirt. 

You had stretched back into your seat when he stepped out and you hadn't noticed the shift in your clothing.

Pulling the top of your shirt back up, he smiles and returns to his seat. You clear your throat, head down and eyes on the work in front of you as you could feel the blush on your face. 

“Um, the work is fine.” 

“Do you have plans tonight ?” 

“No, why?” 

“Come with me to Johnson’s party, you can show me how prep kids party” he smiles, his words are teasing you- taunting you even. “I would, but my parents are out of town so I don’t have the car and I have to watch the house.” 

“The house won’t disappear if you’re gone for a few hours and I'll pick you up then. What’s your address ?” 

“Buck, I really shouldn't” 

“Y/n, come on. Pull the stick out your ass for one night and enjoy senior year. You can go back to Harvard prep tomorrow.” 

His word choice doesn't shock you, it’s quite on brand for him. He’s looking at you, waiting for your answer and you can't help but give in.

Taking the pen from him, you scribble your address and number on his notebook. “See you at 7?” picking your bag up before slinging it over your shoulder. 

“7? Peach, the party doesn’t start ‘till 9. I’ll pick you up at 10:30.” 

“Oh um- okay.” you hum, confused but you agree anyways. 

--- 

10:45 and you were sitting on your couch, glancing at your phone and back to the window. 

You had been stood up once before but to be stood up by a jock, and a popular one ? Will be the death of any social life you had. 

Finally there’s a knock on your door and you get up a little faster than you would have liked but you make your way over. Pulling it open, you met with Buck. 

“Ready ?” 

“Sure, let me grab my phone” you leave the door open, stepping back to the couch. Buck had disappeared from the doorway when you returned, you locked up and followed what looked like headlights to the driveway. 

Buck sat on his bike, he scoots forwards a bit before patting the space behind him. 

“No.” you mumble. 

“What ?” 

“I’m not getting on that thing.” 

“That thing ? I'm offended. Come on, you’ll be fine.” 

“Evan, no.” 

Buck gets up, making his way over to you. His hands grab yours, looking at you now. “Y/n, I promise you that you’ll be fine. Can we go now ?” 

“I’ll kill you if something happens to you” you grumbled as you reluctantly made your way over to the bike. Buck gets on first, you mirror his actions. Your hands were to your side, Buck reached back and wrapped them around his waist. 

“You good back there ?” 

“As good as I could be.”

-- 

The house, who you assumed belonged to Johnson’s parents, (you had no idea who Johnson was because you barely ever went to the football games) reeked of alcohol and weed. 

Your face didn’t hide your displeasure as well as you thought it had. Buck chuckled as he slung his arm over your shoulder. 

“So is this what you do ?” you shout over the loud music, Buck was saying hello to someone he knew and wasn't paying attention to what you had asked him. 

You manage to wiggle your way out of his grip and find your way to the kitchen. It’s a few minutes later that Buck finds you sipping on a beer. 

“You drink ?” he gives you a questionable look with a smile on his face. 

“You brought me to a party so I'll do what people do at a party” you hum, leaning back against the counter. He finds his way to you, leaning back against the counter too. 

“Enjoying the party ?” 

“Not really, you kinda left me to talk to some guy for twenty minutes” 

“That guy happens to be our star quarterback.” 

“I care why?” you glance up at him. Buck’s face is pure amusement, you aren't sure if you’re the cause of that or something else but the way he's looking at you- you can feel the butterflies again. 

“Buck!” a group of guys shout as they make their way into the kitchen. They all say hello to him, some are drinking, some are shoving chips into their mouths. 

You stay quiet while Buck talks to them and judging by their varsity jackets, it was safe to assume that they were on the team with Buck. 

“Who’s your friend ?” a brunette guy asks him, stepping towards you. 

“I’m y/n, you are?” you ask before Buck could. 

“Mike, call me Johnson.” 

“Oh, so this is your place ? Cute house” you give him a smile, he laughs. 

“How do you know Buck?” Johnson asks, he was nosy for a drunk guy. 

“Just bumped into each other, we have class together” you lie, not sure if Buck wanted them to know how you really met, Buck gives you a small smile. 

“You’re pretty, how about a dance ?” his hand grabs yours. 

“Thanks but no thanks” you give a polite smile before pulling your hand away. 

Johnson takes a step forward, his hand reaching out and grabbing your hip. “C’mon, dance with me” you could smell the alcohol on him- he reeked. You push his hand off, “I said no thank you” you tell him once more, being ever so polite. 

“Y/n, c’mon, one dance baby” he takes another step, he’s now face to face with you. Before you could say anything, Buck is in front of you, between you and Johnson. 

“Dude, she said no. Leave her alone.” 

Buck’s sudden need to protect you was much appreciated. Usually if a guy did that, especially a jock, you’d be weird out because they never pay attention to you- but Buck, you had this indescribable feeling, pride, satisfaction, maybe even relief ? 

“She’s not even your girl, why are you protecting her?” 

“Doesn’t matter, she said no so get out of her fucking face.” Buck’s hand was against his chest, pushing him away as his other hand reached back for yours. It would be cheesy to say that your hand fit in his like it was made to be there but it was true. 

Buck’s hand was still in yours as he pulled you out the back door. Your back was up against the wall as he stood in front of you. 

“Are you okay ?” you could hear the concern in his voice - different from his usual tone. 

At a loss for words, his eyes study your face. Johnson was a douche and he knew that, he mentally cursed himself for even bringing you here. 

“Y/n.. talk to me” he takes a step towards you. 

“Buck,” your hand presses against his chest, “I'm fine. It’s not the first time a drunk guy has hit on me” 

A breath of relief slipped past his lips, “do you want to leave?” his face softens when he asks. “No, I'm alright.” 

“Stay here, I'll be back” his hand comes down and squeezes your waist gently before he steps back into the house. 

--

It was a while before Buck returned. He had disappeared into the house for half an hour and when he returned, you were by the pool with a pingpong ball in hand. 

“Suck it!” your loud laugh filled his ears, you took a sip from the red cup in your hand and you watched as the guy across from you drank the beer in the cup that the ball landed in. 

“Looks like you’re having fun” Buck smiles, now beside you. 

“Hey!” you reeked of beer at this point. “I’m having fun” your words come out in a slurred mumble. 

“Mhm okay, I think it’s time to head home” Buck takes the cup from you and sets it down. 

“What ?” Your hand reaches for the cup again, a pout evident on your face.

Buck’s hands finds your waist, hoisting you up and over his shoulder. A louder than expected gasp left your mouth, you felt the cold breeze against your legs as he walked towards the front of the yard. 

He put you down in the backseat of a car but you knew you came with his bike so you were confused, just as you go to ask, he scoots you over and gets in the back with you. Buck’s arm is over your shoulder, you’re so tired that you just lean into him. 

-- 

You had noticed you fell asleep and when you woke, you were on the porch swing at your house with Buck’s hand in your pocket. 

“Whatcha looking for?” he glances up at you when he hears your voice. 

“Keys.” 

“Other pocket” 

He manages to find the keys and get the door open. Getting you in the house was another story. “Y/n, come on” he pulls your hands in an attempt to get you up but you weren’t budging. 

What happened to you being a prep kid and not drinking ? He didn’t even think it was possible to get drunk that fast. 

“No, tired” you mumbles, making yourself comfortable on the porch swing. “Do you want your parents to come home and find you here? I’m cool with leaving you here if that’s the case” Buck teased, he had no idea when your parents were coming home. 

The mention of your parents finding you outside, drunk, horrified you. You got up so quick, you nearly toppled over. Buck helped you inside and onto the couch. He disappeared for a moment and then returned with a glass of water. 

“Small sips” he settles beside you, watching as you take a sip. You hum, resting your head on his shoulder as his arm comes over your shoulder. 

“Buck?” 

“Yeah?” 

He felt your head shift, now looking up at him, eyes full of sleep. You were studying his face, from the birthmark above his eye to his pink lips.

“I really like you, you know” your words filled with sleep as your eyes drooped, you blinked a few times, forcing yourself to stay awake.

Buck chuckles, “that’ll pass peach, I’m just a phase.” He hummed quietly, fingers running through your hair as you drift to sleep. 

--

The Monday after the party, you saw Buck in the hallway after waking up to an empty house on the couch, head pounding even in the deafening silence and and you can’t quite remember how you got home. 

Buck had been radio silence since then but you weren't sure why. He was walking in from the front doors and you were by your locker. You turn to speak to him but he barely glances at you before continuing his conversation with Johnson. 

From that day, you never spoke to Buck again. Last you saw him was graduation day and last you had heard was that he was in college and you were headed off to Harvard. 

----

Present.

You had become a big shot lawyer, everything your parents wanted. Moved out to LA to start your own firm and everything was going well until this morning. 

You had barely walked into the office when the fire alarm went off. The sudden alarm caused an onset of commotion in the office, the woman next to you bumped into you, spilling your hot cup of coffee onto you. 

She mumbled a sorry as she passed but you could feel the heat coming from where the liquid had spilt. Nonetheless, you made your way out, the sound of the sirens from fire trucks blaring. 

Not that you didn’t enjoy seeing the handsome firefighters (or so your co-workers seem to say) but you had a ton of paperwork to do for an upcoming case you had and you barely started. 

You stood by the curb, watching as the firefighters made their way over to the crowd and into the building to clear it. 

“Ma'am ?” A firefighter made his way over to you, there was a helmet in his hand as he passed a hand through his hair. You glance up from your phone, to see what he wanted. 

“May I take a look?” his eyes shifted to your chest where there is currently a coffee stain on your white shirt. “Oh, thank you but no. I’m fine” 

“Are you sure? Because that’ll leave a pretty nasty mark if you don't get it cleaned. If you aren’t comfortable, we have a female medic” he offered, hoping you’d consider. 

“You’re a medic ?” you asked, looking him up and down. He nods, taking a step back. He begins walking back to the ambulance and you follow him. “Do you want me to get her?” 

“No, you’re a professional, it’s cool” you give him a small smile before moving your shirt so he could check. 

The firefighter’s hand was now right under your collarbone, dabbing at your skin with some gauze. His fingers were cold, you weren’t sure if it was actually his fingers or the gloves that were cold but either way you looked at him. 

“What’s your name ?” 

“Diaz, Eddie Diaz” he tells you, flashing you a smile before going back to his job. 

You hum, staying still as Eddie rubs something on your skin. 

That’s when you saw him. 

The same blue eyes, the same blonde hair, the same gorgeous smile that always played in your mind. Not a day went by that you didn’t think of him. You had always wondered what he ended up doing, he was smart and destined for great things, there was more for him than a small life in a place where no one ever really did anything. 

Every guy you had dated, you compared to him. It was always something- they didn’t look like him, they didn’t act like him, they didn’t treat you the way he did, they wouldn't stand up for you like he did. 

He lived rent free in your mind. 

“Ma'am?” Eddie’s voice broke your gaze. “Y/n,” you corrected him, “ma’am is for old women” your eyes going back to Buck. Eddie noticed your lack of attention and followed your gaze. 

“Do you know Buck?” 

“He still lets people call him that ?” you chuckle to yourself, feeling Eddie’s eyes burning a hole into you. 

Before you could answer, his radio buzzed before a voice came through, “building’s clear. Start directing people back in.” Eddie looks over at you, you’re already getting out of the ambulance. 

“Keep that clean and dry” were his last words to you after you left. 

--- 

It wasn’t until you were back in the building that you realized your phone was in the ambulance. 

You were majorly screwed. 

Remembering the medic’s name which was the only thing you remember mids the confusion and seeing Buck after 10+ years. You asked around the office if anyone knew what station responded to the call. You had contacts that worked for the city but the lack of phone made it hard for you to call and find out. 

Finally giving in, you google the medic’s name. There were a few articles that had photos but none of them said anything that helped. There was a video from Taylor Kelly at channel 8 news, some sort of video about the fire station. 

Station 118- that was 10 minutes down the road and you pass it everyday on the way to work. The thoughts began filling your head, had Buck been there all along? 

12 years- 12 long, empty years that you acted like he didn’t exist and that you didn’t want to know what happened between you two but he was right down the road. 

You didn’t even know if you wanted to talk to him. You had finally come to peace with it even though a part of you will always long for what could have been. Feelings aside, you set out to the station to get your phone. 

Upon arriving, there were a few guys by the trucks. You asked for Eddie, assuming that he might have an idea of where your phone ended up or if they even found it. 

“Up the stairs and he should be somewhere up there” the guy pointed, you thanked him before heading towards the stairs. When you got upstairs, it was empty. 

You weren't sure if you should go back down or wait so you sort of awkwardly stood there, glancing around the room. The station was nicer than you had imagined it to be, not that you really had an idea of what to expect. 

Your back was to the kitchen when someone tapped your shoulder. “Can I help you?” his voice called out as you turned. 

Buck. 

You let out a breath, your eyes studying his perfect face for a moment. Do you say something or just pretend like you didn’t know him?

“Yeah, I'm uh- I'm looking for Eddie. I think I left my phone in the ambulance.” 

“Do I know you from somewhere ?” 

“I work at the building down the road, 14th street. You guys were there earlier, hence the phone in the ambulance” you tell him, hoping he drops the topic. 

“Y/n! Hey! What are you doing here?” You see Eddie call from behind Buck. 

Thank god. 

“I left my phone in the ambulance. I figured you’d know what happened to it” you’ve stepped past Buck and towards Eddie now. “I haven’t seen it, but maybe it’s still in there. Come with me, we can check for it” 

Eddie was making his way down the stairs and you were behind him when Buck called your name. 

Not y/n. 

Peach. 

You paused, taking a deep breath in before turning to face him. “I thought I remembered you from somewhere” he smiled, him and his stupid smile. 

“I’m in a rush, Evan. Plus, I'm not in the mood to reminisce.” 

The smile dropped from his face, the guilt crept up on you. The feeling of your stomach twisting, sighing before making your way down to Eddie who was by the ambulance, your phone in hand. 

“There’s more to the story than I thought,” Eddie hands the phone over, you give him a hum and thank him. “Let me walk you out.” he follows you out to your car. 

“You know, whatever he did- he’s changed. He’s a good guy.” Eddie says, his voice sincere. 

“I know, I just- I don't know” 

“What did he do? If I can ask” 

“We were- I don't know what we were. We hung out in high school, just once but he was different from the other guys. He genuinely cared. We went to a party together and he brought me home after. I remember falling asleep with him in the house and the next morning he was gone. Total radio silence that whole weekend and when I saw him at school the following week, he acted like he didn’t know me - it was like that for the rest of senior year. We never spoke after that.” 

Here you were pouring your heart out to a firefighter who you had only met an hour ago who also had seen your bare chest (in a professional way, of course)  on a Tuesday morning in the parking lot. 

“Wow- I can see why you wouldn’t want to talk to him.”

“Yeah, thank you for the phone though. I gotta get back to work” 

“Wait, let me get your number” 

You pause, looking at him with furrowed brows. He seemed confused then he realized how that sounded. “Oh god- no not like that, sorry. I meant maybe we could grab a drink sometimes, as friends and maybe you could tell me more about high school Buck ?” 

“Um- yes to the number and drinks but I don’t know about Buck” you hand the phone back over to him, telling him that you’d text him. 

--- 

It was a while before you heard from Eddie, he said he was off on Saturday if you were up for drinks and weren't busy. The whole team was going out but he invited you along to join them. 

After some back and forth “I couldn't intrude” and “you won’t be, come join us” you finally gave in. 

Now it’s 9pm and you, Eddie and Buck are sitting at a booth. Coincidentally, everyone else was busy. Chimney and Hen who you hadn’t met yet, were with their significant others and kids. So that left the 3 of you together. 

You wanted to walk back out when you saw it was only the two of them but Eddie had seen you and called you over. His phone buzzed just as Buck came back with drinks. 

“Everything okay?” Buck asked his friend, Eddie, still typing away on his phone. “Huh? Yeah, it’s Carla. Chris is running a fever” you could hear the concern in his voice. 

“Chris is your son?” 

“Yeah- I'm sorry I got to go. I’ll make it up to you. Drinks on me another night” Eddie gave your shoulder a squeeze as he stood. 

“No yeah, of course. Go, it’s fine” you smiled. 

“Let me know if you need anything” Buck shifts towards Eddie, the two of them seem to have some sort of routine or way of how things work between them.  

And now there were two. 

Buck sipped on his beer, you sat across from him, your nails tapping against the bottle in front of you. He was the first one to speak.

“So, how have you been?”

“Good. You?”

“Good too. I don’t know if you remember my sister but she had a baby recently so I've been hanging out with her after work”

“Oh, that’s nice. Maddie right?”

“Yeah, she had a little girl. She’s the cutest little girl ever.” Buck pulls his phone out, showing you a photo of him holding a baby in a blanket with a brunette beside him. The woman beside him, Maddie you assumed, was smiling at Buck, fixing the blanket while he looked at the camera, the joy evident on his face.

“She’s adorable and your sister looks the same, she hasn’t aged a day” you hum, passing the phone over to him.

Back to awkward silence.

“What happened to us?” Buck’s question catches you off guard.

“What happened to us? You happened.”

“What? I thought we were friends.” Your eyes met, his full of confusion and yours with displeasure.

“Friends don’t disappear in the middle of the night with no explanation and ignore them for the rest of senior year.” You get up, grab your phone and make your way to the door. Buck’s calling out to you but you don’t want to stop and talk to him.

The night was cold, the wind hit your bare shoulders and you shivered for a moment before walking. Buck was still calling out your name, he had followed you out the bar.

“Y/n! Stop! Y/n, c’mon. Please!” His hand wrapped around your wrist, holding you in place. You pull your hand back.

“No! You don’t get to do that. Act like everything is fine when you disappeared with no explanation. I know we weren’t best friends but I thought we were at least friends. That fucking hurt, Evan.”

“Fine,” he sighs, looking at you. “You want the truth ?” Your brows raised, waiting for him to continue.

“You told me you liked me. You were a good kid, going to Harvard, which you obviously did” gesturing at you, he continued. “I didn’t know what I wanted and I didn’t want you to feel like you needed to be by my side until I figured it out. I knew you would resent me for that and I couldn’t do that to you, I couldn’t do it to myself.”

“That’s selfish. It’s about you ? That’s why you left with no explanation ? You couldn’t do it to yourself ? Man the fuck up Buck, life isn’t about you.” 

“You think I don’t know that ?! You think I didn’t think about you all the time? That I didn’t miss you?” 

“Don’t start with that shit. You knew where I would be. You said it yourself, I was “a good kid, going to Harvard” so if you really missed me, you could have found me.” 

“Y/n, be real. We were just out of high school, what means did I have to go searching for you? I had my own shit to deal with.” 

“Just stop, I don’t even want to know.” 

“No, you stop” 

“No you.” 

“Y/n” his voice was stern, the annoyance clearly there. 

“Evan.” your tone matched his.

That stupid smug smile of his was on his face, that was enough to make you roll your eyes. “’Kay, I'm over your shit.” turning away from him, you go to walk away but his hand grabs yours. 

Still fit like it was made to be there. 

Before you could register what was happening, Buck’s lips were on yours. Maybe time stopped when Buck’s lips met yours but your heart didn’t- it felt like it was beating a million times seconds and the butterflies in your stomach were restless. 

It wasn't clear to either of you at the moment that it had started pouring rain but it didn’t matter. There was this raw emotion in the way his hands felt on your waist or how his chest was pressed to yours. 

Buck would be lying if he said he didn’t open his eyes slightly, sneaking a guilty peek at you just to make sure you weren’t a fiction of his imagination. Every breath he took smelt of lavender and honey, the same scent that had lingered on his mind since the day he met you. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer to him, if that was even possible. 

Maybe this was meant to be, fate bringing back what was meant for him to him or maybe this really was all a fabrication of his imagination but he wanted to live in his moment forever. 

It wasn't until thunder rumbled that he pulled away. The rain had soaked your clothes and hair, your makeup had smudged and half of your lipstick was on Buck. 

The same stupid smug smile on his face.

“God,” rolling your eyes at him. “You’re so annoying.” wiping your lips with the back on your hand, hoping that you got all the lipstick off. 

“Yeah, I'm the annoying one” Buck’s face twisted, giving you a playful shove as you stepped towards him. Your thumb comes up to wipe the lipstick off him. Buck’s arm lifts, now over your shoulder. 

The two of you looked at each other as you made your way down the street. 

“Just a phase huh ?” you hum, glancing at Buck. 

The blonde let out a chuckle, “maybe not.” 

--- 

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