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violetnotez · 4 years

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HC: The Boys Taste Their S/o’s Chapstick

Anonymous: could I request headcannons for shinso, mirio, denki, sero, and bakugo kissing their s/o and tasting their chapstick ? Or if you want or when they realize their s/o takes care of them in really subtle ways that they didn’t really notice it at first ? i love your blog so much 🥺❤️

Hey babe omg Im so happy you like my blog!!!! Also this ask OMG I have been wanting to write it for so long!!!! Im a sucker for these super cute and fluffy headcanons, so thank you so much for the idea!

Pairings: Shinso x reader, Mirio x reader, Denki x reader, Sero x reader, Bakugo x reader

Warnings: some might get suggestive, but none of these are full blown NSFW! Just a sprinkle of spiciness, thats all!

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S H I N SO U

Flavor: Cherry Vanilla

Your currently trying to get ready for bed with Shinsou, his purple hair cascading against the pillow as he’s scrolling through Insta

defintely looking at cat vids

Youre just BEAT from the day- work, school, practice, whatever your life entails it just felt so incredibly tiring today

Of course, Shinsou seems to have other plans

Once he sees you come out of the bathroom, your hair wet, your skin dewy from washing, your body only wearing one of his oversized shirts and some small shorts....

man is gonna wanna be allllll over you

“Damn, kitten who allowed you to look that hot,” he’d purr, his eyes drinking you in as he propped his body on his elbows to get a better look

You’d roll your eyes, a smile on your lips-

Lowkey a perv for his s/o fight me on this

Once you sit down on the bed, its over

Shinso’s hands are all over you, his palms trailing under your shirt as he leaved lazy kisses on your neck

“Cmon, baby, lets have a little fun before we sleep....”

Just tell him your tired, and he’ll comply, turning super fluffy and cuddly in a matter of minutes

Reluctantly tho this boi is horny when hes horny

“Ahh my kitten’s tired? Fine then, you need your rest.”

He’ll lean in to give a sweet kiss, unknowingly of how flavorful you taste now with your chapstick

And OHOHOHO after that its OVER

The taste of vanilla bursts in his mouth, the scent of cherry becoming more prominent-

When did you start tasting so good?

He honestly wont know how to react- he’ll shake his head and blink a few times, “The hell-?” spilling out of his lips

He grabs you buy the chin, his thumb swiping against your lips gently

Once he sees the faint red sheen on his digit, it kinda dawns on him whats going on

You catch on to his confusion, a small giggle spilling out of you as you tell him its just chapstick you bought since your lips felt dry

He’ll just give you a lazy smirk, his lilac eyes a royal purple as he eyes you

This man cant HELP HIMSELF

He’ll lean in for another kiss, this one lasting much longer and more passionate as he tried to capture that taste again

“Do me a favor and keep wearing that kitten,”

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M I R I O

Flavor: Birthday Cake

Im so proud of fidning this picture im sorry it just matches so well

Anywaysssssssss

You had just gotten out of the locker room, your UA uniform a little wrinkled from being balled up while you were training

You walked out the metal doors, your lips feeling much softer than usual- you were in desperate need of chapstick after that particular lesson

Thanks UA for having training grounds that blow up every 5 seconds and spray dust everywhere

But thankfully Neijire is the best person ever and hooked you up with some super cute chapstick

Since it was new and just sitting in her book bag, she just told you to keep it

NEIJIRE WHY YOU GOTTA BE SO SWEET?

You had to admit though, you really liked it- the packaging was pretty cute, it was nice on your skin, but the SMELL

OMG

You felt like a bakery was near you every step you took

And everytime you licked your lips it tasted like sweets, which was an amazing addition

Makes ya wonder how safe it is to consume makeup 👀

Mirio is the cutest boyfirend though-wherever your class is, he waits for you outside and walks with you until you have to go your seperate ways

So, as usual, he’s waiting for you outside the locker room, a wide grin plastered on his face

Once he sees you walk out of the doors, he’s already bounding over, his arms swinging cause hes always just so happy to see you

“Hey sunshine!” he greets you like any other day, his voice just radiating happiness

Some days though, Mirio will kiss the top of your head as he grabs your hand and walks you to his class

Other days, he’s a little more bold, instead leaning down to give you a kiss on your lips as he snakes his hand around your waist

TODAY BABE

IS THAT DAY

You can tell he’s feeling a little more *frisky cause he’s got this mischievous glint in his eyes

ehhhh why not indulge him?

So you get on your tippie toes, leaning in to him and planting a quick kiss on his lips

But thats when Mirio gets confused- did you eat something?Is it cake? CInnamon roll? Cookie? But whatever it is, it tastes GOOD

“Sweetie, did you buy something from the vending machine?” he asks, a confused grin on his face as he eyes you

You laugh, not realizing that Mirio would be affected by your new chapstick too,

“Oh no, its just a chapstick Niejire gave me, I think its cake batter flavored- do you like it?”

Mirio licked his lips , savoring the lingering flavor on his skin

“You batter belive it!”

*cue the groaning

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D E N K I

Flavor: Pina Colada

So Mina, bless her little music crazed heart, somehow won a pack of tickets from a radio station to a new water park opening up not too far from UA

It was superrrrr expensive to get in, but the music station hooked all you guys up with VIP tickers, a private cabana, food, THE WORKS

You had been running around with the group all day

(except Bakugo- he either went to the lazy river or the surfing simulator thignie cause Kaminari said he would wipe out and wanted to prove him wrong)

Everybody else wanted to do everythingggg, from ride the craziest rides to trying all the food the park had

By the end of the day, you were completely beat and just wanted to rest

Mina was sitting beside you in the cabana (again, thank you radio station for hooking some teens up!), just searching it for snacks the boys hadnt eaten

“Aww cmon, really?! We have chapstick but no food?!”

Your head instantly perked up at the sound- chapstick? God, you could deifnitely use some right now from all that chlorine and sun...

You asked Mina to toss you one, the pink skinned girl throwing you a tube as she grumbled about how “piggy” boys were

You checked the flavor on the tube, the fruits on the side label instantly telling you it was something tropical

As you were putting it on, the boys of Bakusquad were bounding up the steps, their feets covered in sand-

“Guess what?! We got Bakugo to go in the wave pool! Isnt that crazy! It had sand on the bottom, like a real beach-”

Kirishima was just gushing and super excited, Bakugo looking like a pissed off wet cat next to him

You sat up quickly, happy to see your boyfriend, his spiky hair all wet from the day and his boxers dripping

As Kirishima and Sero were messing with an extremely annoyed Bakugo, you went and grabbed the boys some towels, giving the last one to your boyfriend

“Aww thanks babe,” he gushed out, his hands grabbing the towel gingerly as he leaned to kiss you

But wait- you tasted- really sweet?

Kaminari pulled back slightly, a small smirk on his lips, cause damn, that tasted really good

“Did you eat some fruit or something? Cause you taste super yummy babe-”

You pointed to your lips as you told him how Mina found some free chapstick lying around in the cabana

Kaminari just gave you this really blissed out stare as he sneaked one more peck from you- he was kinda wishing his friends weren't here, cause hed totally be making out with you with that yummy stuff on your lips...

“Do me a favor and dont take that stuff off, okay? Until we get back to the dorms,”

He sent you a small wink, weaving behind you inconspicously, and giving your bottom a playful pinch

WHY YOU GOTTA BE A FLIRT KAMINARI

(Also before you left Kamianri most definitely dumped the whole jar of chapsticks into his backpack)

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S E R O

Flavor: Peppermint

You and Sero had just gotten coffee from a little cafe when it starts to rain

Like alottttttttttt

And of course it happens when your right outside, waiting for your ride to take you back home

So you two are just standing there like weirdos with the rain POURING, Sero holding up his jacket over both of your heads

But honestly, it’s not doing much to block out the rain, so honestly-why not have some fun?

You run out of the fabric, instantly feeling your whole body get drenched as you start twirling and laughing

“He-hey wait, babe!”

Sero’s gonna be laughing, and now y’all playing a wierd game of tag

Aghhhhhh so cute tho 🥺🥺

He catches you pretty quickly, his tape grabbing your waist and pulling you to him,,,

You instantly collide with his chest, your cheeks rosy from running around so much and your hands resting on his chest

Sero gives you the biggest grin, his finger under your chin and raising it to look at him

“You know your the biggest tease I know?”

“Yup!”

He laughs, placing a kiss on your lips-and omg why are you minty? and it feels soooo good to him, cause honestly mint isn’t a bad flavor-

“Hey babe whatcha got on your lips? Did you eat-gum or something?”

You just laugh and tell him it’s some chapstick you got (imagine the mint eos U KNOW THE ONE)

He asks if it’s the egg chapstick OML 💀

Yes Sero the egg chapstick

His lips are parted a little, his eyes wider than usual cause he’s lowkey confused on how he liked that so much

But he send you another huge grin before he kisses you again-

“I think your gonna need to wear that more for me, yeah?”

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B A K U G O

Flavor: Cinnamon

Bakugo has ben practically forcing you to wake up at ungodly hours with him to train

He says its cause “youre getting weak” but really he’s a total simp for having such close contact with you

Also he’s a little brat and put his all into it so you cant ever beat him, which boosts his ego for some reason?

“Hah, that really the best you got?” he scoffs down at you, his calloused hands pinning you to the ground as his body cages you in for the umpteenth time

Honestly, its hard to fight when your 1) annoyed about loosing and 2) have your hot as hell boyfriend pining you to the ground

But thankfully

THANKFULLY

He was starting to overheat, his breathe coming out in low pants as strands of hair began sticking to his forehead

You felt one of his palms begin to slip ever so slightly near you, and on instinct you knew you had to do something, you finally had an opening-

so you caused a distraction

Your hands quickly flew to the nape of his neck, pressing his head down to your so you could kiss him square on the lips

Bakugo was completely confused in the best way possible- he didnt expect that to happen, but hell, hes not complaining-

until his lips start to tingle

“-the hell?!” he sputters out, his mind trying to figure out what was going on just before you successfuly flip him over, with you now on top

You stared down triumphantly at your boyfriend, not knowing how well that worked- until you noticed how shiny Bakugo lips look

He begins mashing his lips together, trying to rub it off since you had his hands pinned down

“The hell is on my lips? Agh, dont tell me its that weird ass lip stuff that supposed to make your lips bigger or something-’’

Ummmmm how does he know about lip plumping lip gloss? Question for a another day-

“Its chapstick silly,” you giggle, “-cinnamon”

Honestly, he’s gonna like it-this boy likes spicy things and the fact that “spicy” sensation came from his s/o....shoooottttt he is in love

But

Of course

He’s gonna act like it’s wierd or something, cause HES wierd

“Cinnamon? You couldn’t get something normal like cherry or grape?”

You scrunch up your nose, cause yeah your not for those flavors AT ALL, and Bakugo finds his chance

He quickly flips you over, your back now against the floor and his body on top of yours

“Cmon, baka don’t tell me thats seriosuly all you got-“

Don’t remind him that you were able to flip him over tho he’ll turn red and tell you to shut it

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internalsealpanic · 3 years

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Stiff Peaks and Soggy Bottoms

mood board by: @knightfall05x (wuv you)

summary: You, Tim, and Kon try to bake. It ends well.

A/n: Thanks to @littleredwing89 and @multifandomgirl-us for proof reading. I was watching Kitchen Nightmares while writing this. I am surprised how fluffy this came out. You can blame my need for more poly and this piece by @symeona. I have not shut up about this piece 50 years later (Hi Sym *waves*-Fish). I forgot to mention that reader is more or less gender neutral or I attempted.

warnings: Terrible cooking

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Kon yawns, scratching at his broad chest and running his hand through his tangle of curly black hair. He blinks one eye open successfully to the dim light flooding into the end of the hall likely coming in from the living room. The lights dance, glowing softly with faded color against the dark glossy wood of the floor.

Kon’s first sleep-addled thought is, Oh, Aliens. Ok, cool.

It takes his brain a full minute to realize how much that doesn’t make sense. The apartment is dead silent, lacking the telltale whirring most spaceships give off when they’re hovering, the sounds of nervous fingers tapping against a stack of papers echoing in the mostly empty space. Kon strained his ears trying to focus on the other sounds flitting in the room. He can hear the steady calming beat of your heart come off rhythm, jumping a fraction of a beat faster. It wasn’t fast enough to say you were in danger. It was just fast enough to tell that you were extremely engaged in whatever was occupying your attention. Kon thinks it over. The last time he checked looking over papers- lab reports, especially- was the bane of your existence. He listens again. This time making out the voices coming from the TV. Kon wasn’t awake enough to understand what they were saying.

5:47 AM

Kon groans trying his hardest not to laugh while he stares at his phone. You are an actual psychopath. Who wakes up at 5 AM? Villains that’s who. Did you even sleep? Why do you and Tim hate sleep so much?

Stepping into the living room as quietly as he can, he finds you huddled against the right side of the couch far away from the TV, your thick wool comforter draped over your head and shoulders making a fluffy tent. Strands of your messy bed head sticking out and swaying as you rock on your heels. Your stack of papers long since abandoned on the arm rest beside you. Kon can’t help but smile at how adorable you looked, still sleep rumpled and red-nosed from the cold.

Eyes glued to the TV, you pull up your knees to your chest revealing your fuzzy Red Robin socks. Kon frowns then makes a mental note to get you some Superboy socks later. You curl deeper into your comforter, easing and pressing into the armrest. All of your apprehension fading and relaxing as the rest of the world melted away. Kon smiles devilishly at your inattention. He tiptoes towards you which was entirely unnecessary because it didn’t matter that Kon was about as stealthy as a disco ball not when all of your attention was directed at the TV.

Kon launches himself at you too quickly for you to even react or comment or throw a pillow at him. You shriek as he lands on you, his muscular body squishing you into the couch. You wince hoping the neighbors didn’t hear. You’re not too worried about Tim waking up considering how tired he was.

“Morning, gorgeous.” Kon greets, winking and wrapping his arms around your waist. The audacity. You groan attempting to glare at him. He simply gives you a dopey smile. You have to blow out a raspberry to keep yourself from smiling back. You strain your lips into a flatline. The crow’s feet at the corners of your eyes betray you though. The corner of Kon’s mouth twitches, those big baby blues shining even in the dim light. He knows he’s won you over.

You’re too petty and sleep-deprived to give in. You roll your eyes at him, lips still wobbling and tingling from the effort of maintaining your unimpressed frown. Still, without resistance, you shift the comforter and refold yourself to accommodate his intrusive form. Large arms wrap around your waist tighter as he lays his head in your stomach. How he finds this position comfortable for his neck is beyond you but you do appreciate the warmth. Kon’s smile widens as he looks up at you. It looks positively smug. Your nose scrunches up bracing for whatever Kon is about to say.

“Aw, baaabe, it looks good on you~” You look down at the oversized Superboy hoodie you’re wearing which was two times bigger than it needed to be as was standard of your hoodies. You mutter a curse. Kon had been pestering you to wear it. It’s not that you didn’t want to. It’s just that you had a soft spot for the Impulse hoodie Bart got you a few years ago which meant it was your got-to-hoodie despite the fact that it was fraying. It was in the wash so you decided to give this one a try and honestly, it is really fucking comfy and more importantly warm. You huff at him, feeling your cheeks color. You glare at him, his dopey smile still plastered on his face. You make the executive decision to ignore him.

This decision does not last long.

About two minutes into your silent treatment, Kon whines and pouts weaponizing those baby blues. “Aw come on, gorgeous, you can’t stay mad at me forever.” He nuzzles into your stomach tickling your drawing a smile out of you. He grins at you and finally, you let yourself smile back fully. “Asshole.” You grumble. He knows you can’t resist him when he’s being cute and calling you ‘gorgeous’. That is just plain cheating. Still, you relent. You wrap your arms loosely around his shoulders, running your hand gently through his dark hair allowing your fingers to tangle in his curls. The arms around you tighten a little pulling you closer to him.

Kon doesn’t need a reminder of how absolutely adorable you are but it is very much appreciated. Kon loves looking at you as the soft glowing colors flash across your face highlighting your features and softening them. In the dim light of the room and under the blankets, you press closer to him all the sharp edges of Gotham's alleys stripped away leaving you sleepy-eyed and very huggable. Between you and Tim, you were the one people pointed to when they thought Gothamite but that was the fun of it. He and Tim, they were the only ones who got to see this softer you. The you that you let get enraptured by hobbies and dumb little things. Kon held you close, relishing your presence. This was the version of you they got to keep for themselves and he wouldn't trade it for the world.

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Tim shifts feeling either side of him vacant. Tim rolls over, arms searching for either you or Kon as his mind catches up. The warm sunlight brushes over his skin as he rolls over once again, stirring him from his sleep. Tim blinks, eyes adjusting to the morning light.

9: 10 AM

He groans, shifting up and burying his head under the pillows hoping to once again fall asleep.

“Oh no no no no!”

“Shush! Don’t jinx it!”

Tim’s eye cracks open. He lifts his head a bit tilting it to find the bedroom door open, your voices filtering in like dust in a sunbeam, pleasant but ultimately not helpful.

“I can’t jinx a pre-recorded show, genius!”

Tim sighs. Sleep was, inevitably, lost at this point. Tim debates on whether to keep himself under the covers and finally be able to hog the thick blankets. Or he could, possibly, investigate the commotion happening in your shared living room and risk freezing. Sadly, he chose the latter.

Blearily, Tim searches the room for a shirt only to find one of Kon’s discarded on the floor. Well, it’s not the first time he’s borrowed one of Kon’s shirts.

Tim wasn’t surprised to find you out of bed. After all, the idea of sitting still ate you alive. You were always, always the happiest when you were in motion when your hands were working to make something like some part of you was constantly vying for the chance to be something instead of just being. Tim completely understood the feeling.

Kon had once accused you of being a workaholic when in truth at the moment you had been avoiding work by doing one of your side projects. He had also accused both of you of being sleep allergic which is probably true but at least, Tim’s drink (read: poison) of choice was tea and not a cocktail of monster energy drinks and misery.

It was odd to find Kon out of bed though. Kon could laze around in bed for days if you let him, so his being up was worth investigating if only to make sure the apartment didn’t burn down.

“Look what you did!”

“It’s prerecorded, jackass!”

“You cursed him and gave him a soggy bottom”

Tim can tell just how long you’ve been glued to the T.V. based on the way your vowels slant to mimic that of the hosts. Tim’s slightly chapped lips curl as he shakes his head at the way you and Kon cock your heads towards the T.V., attention completely captured by what seems to be a cooking show. You held your breaths, waiting for the judge to say something. Kon shifts up, leaning his head against your shoulder. Your limbs were tangled loosely against each other. It was a rare, lazy sort of affection that never failed to make Tim smile.

“Ok, no. That’s just mean.” You huff into Kon’s hair, looking absolutely petulant and cute. Tim works to stop an ‘aaaaawww’ rising from the back of his throat lest you throw a pillow at his head.

“Babe, it’s Paul Hollywood. What were you expecting?”

“Human decency. She worked hard on that.” You whine, genuinely looking upset.

Seeing, your reaction Kon relents burrowing himself closer to you for comfort. “True.”

Tim turned his attention to the T.V.. What he found made his brow shoot up.

“Great British Bake Off?” Tim asks, sliding into your left side and placing his head on your shoulder. There is a reason you guys bought an L-shaped couch. Said reason was named Conner Kent who liked laying on top of people. Those people being either of you. Tim snuggles into your side, earning him a kiss on his nose. His nose scrunches feeling itchy. He lets out a small sneeze into the back of his hand. You blanch at him while Kon snorts, throwing him a box of tissues from the coffee table.

“Mornin’, Space Case.” You mumble giving him another kiss, this time on the corner of his lip. Tim blushes, his face brighter than the sunlight outside your window. Tim is, sadly, incurably adorable.

Kon smiles at both of you smugly for what neither of you has any clue. Not until you see what Tim is wearing and not until Tim sees what you’re wearing. You groan and Tim blows out a breath through his nose while Kon presses his positively glowing smile into your hoodie. He’s not going to shut up about this anytime soon or ever.

“Do you two even know anything about baking?” Tim asks, crossing his arms over his chest and smoothly changing the subject.

You and Kon share a look.

“Nope”

“Yes”

“Microwaves and watching this show doesn’t count.”

“Ooook, fine. I don’t. Buuuuuut considering none of us can-”

“I can cook.” Tim defends, clipped. You roll your eyes dramatically. Kon smirks, also doubtful. You flicker your eyes to Kon to meet his and with the brief contact, you know you’re on the same page.

“Microwaves don’t count, Tim.” Kon shoots back, pulling himself off you so he can show Tim the full extent of his Cheshire smile. You can see Tim drawing his hackles up, so both of you, being the little shits you are, continue to goad him.

“You can cook in theory,” You drawl, letting the challenge embed itself into the syllables. Tim cuts you a look. You simply look at him innocently. Tim knows that you’re baiting him. He definitely knows this and yet…

“Fine!”

“Fine?”

“Fine. We’ll even make something from the show!”

“Even chocolate eclairs?” Kon says a little too eagerly. You were just gonna say meringues but chocolate eclairs sound fantastic.

Tim throws up his arms and exasperates. “Sure! Why not?”

You and Kon share a dopey smile, smug and preening as you look at him. Tim groans, placing his head in his hands. He knew this would happen. He knew. You and Kon high five and make a little “yeah!” noise in celebration.

This will not end well.

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You twitch your lips staring down at Tim’s phone, deleting and retyping the message for the third time. You weren’t sure how to explain this without having Jason falling to the floor laughing. Your eyes stung from the smoke so you decided to just send him your third try.

Tim: Hey Jason, theoretically, say your oven caught on fire like via laser beam or something, do you just pour water on it?

You wait a few minutes, watching the three dots indicating he was typing only for him to stop typing without replying. You make a small noise, which was thankfully lost to the bickering behind you when Jason’s phone number flashed on the screen. You’re always nervous about talking to Tim’s family. Tim had once assured you that you were overthinking it but still. To be fair, it was easier than dealing with Kon’s. Actually, no. No, it wasn’t. Both were intimidating but in very different ways. You do have to say that Jason, scary as he was, was easier to approach than say Bruce.

“Baby bird,” Jason says, the edge of a wheeze gripping his throat. Clearly, having just recovered from laughing his guts out. He breathes, hand slamming against what you suspect was either a kitchen countertop or a workbench or both knowing Jason. “Ok, ok, I’m good-” He clears his throat. “Kay, tell me what happened.”

You flick your eyes toward the fire and your boys who were more or less still bickering, their voices tangling with the crackling of the flames. You’re mildly surprised that neither of them is on fire but you’re not holding your breath. They’ll probably be somehow combust in the next five minutes. You love them but they’re disasters.

“We were trying to bake- shut up-” Jason does not snort any quieter. “And well, Tim thought-”

“It was Kon’s idea!”

“You let me!” Kon defends sounding utterly betrayed.

You groan and Jason snickers. “What do we do?”

“Have you tried apologizing to it?”

“Jason, I’m being serious.”

“So am I. Now, apologize.” You sigh exasperatedly. Waynes are assholes.

Tim raises a brow at you and you give him a shrug not really knowing what to tell him. “Apparently, we need to apologize to the oven.” You deadpan, immediately regretting even relaying it. How have you never decked Jason? It wasn’t fear. After all, you’ve decked Batman. Ok, in your defense lack thereof, that one was by accident or moreover reflexive.

“Hey Kon”

“Both of you have to apologize too!”

“First of all, I was in the bathroom getting towels when you two chucklefucks decided to use laser vision to preheat the oven.”

You hear Jason fall out of his chair. Distantly, you hear someone calling Jason an idiot but you weren’t too familiar with the voice. You instantly thank yourself for not turning on the camera considering what state you three were in. Kon was covered in chocolate, your hair-as well as your poor phone- was caked in batter, and Tim? Tim was covered in everything but mostly flour which keeps making his nose twitch like a rabbit. Though, you wouldn’t be surprised if Kon’s already taken a few pictures. You yourself have taken a few.

“Ok but seriously what do we do?”

You hear some rustling and a chair squeaking back into place.

“No…”

“First off, did you close the oven?” Your eyes flicker to them. Placing Tim’s phone between your shoulder and ear, you mime the advice. Tim frowns skeptical but Kon kicks the oven closed anyway.

“Ok, it’s closed now. Should we put water in it?”

“NO. Have you never put out a kitchen fire before? How do you three eat?”

“We live in the middle of downtown, what do you think?”

Jason sighs disbelieving and finally sounding appropriately exasperated. You could see him running his hand over his face. “Who let you three live together?” This made your lips twitch up. “I dunno. Kon and I just started mooching on Tim and then suddenly we each got a key to the apartment.” It was an oversimplification of events but there was a fire and you had to get at least one joke in.

“Do your neighbors have- Wait, don’t you have a Kryptonian clone with freeze breath?”

You blink and slap your palm against your forehead. The other two seemed to get what you had just remembered and act appropriately with Tim looking defeated and Kon finding the situation hilarious.

“Thanks, Jay.” You mutter wanting the Earth to swallow you whole. Esme, your chubby rat, squeaked nuzzling against you as she wormed her way out of your hoodie. She may or may not have been the primary reason for the size of your hoodies. She smiles at the phone, wide-eyed and happy as if she could see Jason. You hear a soft laugh coming from Jason’s end.

“Is that Esme?” Your brow ticks up not quite sure how to answer. “Uh yeah.” You answer dumbly, giving Esme little scritches that she leaned into happily making all her little happy noises.

“Give her a cuddle for me.” You give Esme a kiss on her nose and she snuggles in reciprocation. Kon pouts face still full of chocolate, “Where’s mine?”

“You’ll get one once our apartment isn’t about to burn down.”

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Fresh out of the shower, you plop down next to Tim letting your wet hair flop onto his face and his fuzzy Wonder Girl sweatshirt. Tim huffs at you taking another bite out of the hot fresh-ly ordered stuffed crust pizza. The cheese was still gooey and molten. It made your stomach rumble like nobody’s business. You whine childishly trying to get Tim to hand you one. He looks at you, mouthful of pizza, and grabs one only to hand it to Kon. You gasp at him. You stretch your legs over their laps in protest only to retract them immediately after Kon pokes at your feet a couple of times tickling you.

You hide behind Tim, glaring at Kon and sticking your tongue out. Tim, the traitor, moves out of the way letting Kon’s long arms capture you. You shriek almost sounding like Esme as he pulls you in sitting you in his lap. You sigh in defeat as Kon places his chin on your head. You don’t even want to see the triumphant smirks on both their faces.

You grab a slice and through the mouthful of cheese and grease, you murmur “We really need to learn how to cook.” Tim hums in agreement, leaning against Kon, aka the cuddliest heater in the world. You lean back into Kon as another signature bake is brought up to the judges. You all watch with bated breaths as you wait for the results.

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You marvel at the fresh ingredients laid before you and the posh man standing in your kitchen rolling up his sleeves.

“Hey, Duckie, are we in trouble?” Kon whispers from behind you. He’s got your back, he said.

“Kind of?” Tim bleats, his voice a little high.

You snort raising an eyebrow at him hiding your smile behind your hand. “Timmy, what does kind of mean?”

“I can hear you.” Alfred deadpans. You and Kon stiffen. You’re pretty sure even Tim straightens up, probably out of habit.

“Do any of you know how to cook?” Alfred asks in the primmest sounding accent you’ve ever heard.

“Nope, we live downtown for a reason.” You snark reflexively. Tim glares at you and hisses silently. You shrink and mutter an apology which Alfred takes graciously.

“I am assuming you don’t then. Well, it’s lucky that I have a free afternoon.”

Tim eyes him suspiciously. “What happened to B?”

“Your father can take care of himself.”

“You sure?”

You think you see Alfred smile at that.

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little-butterfly-writes · 3 years

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NSFW - A Birthday Treat

Type - SMUT.

Warnings - NSFW, established relationship, vaginal sex, oral sex (male receiving), dominant MC, slight mention of edging (blink and you’ll miss it), internal cumshot

Word Count - 1,143 (yes I know it’s short)

HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY VICTOR

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You had snuck into Victor’s house on the day of his birthday to decorate. What you didn’t expect was for Victor to be nuzzled into the thick comforter when you went to drop off his gift. Being the dummy you are, you gasped loud enough to wake the sleeping man.

“What are you doing here?”, he says in a hoarse baritone voice.

You stumble, trying to find the right words to his question.

“Happy birthday, Victor!”, you say as cheerful as possible.

Victor clicks his tongue watching you stumble. He checks the time on his phone and swiftly moves up from the fluffy sheets to sit up. You stare awkwardly at the man while he stretches his arms and back.

“I need to finish decorating, go back to bed”, you mumble under your breath.

He scoffs at your remark. “Not everyone can be as lazy as you. I need to go wash up real quick.”.

You nod as Victor walks to the bathroom down the hall. You head to the downstairs present to wrap his “gift”. After changing your undergarments and putting your dress back on, you continue to actually decorate the living room. The faint noise of the shower comes to a stop. Hearing the creaky floor as Victor steps, you psych yourself up and head upstairs to your prey.

The second you open the door, the lavender scented steam fans out slowly. The sight of Victor applying the shaving cream onto his developing stubble with his shirt open. The image itself makes your panties wet, thinking about all the way he could take you numerous times. You stalk over to the shaving man and embrace him, making him jerk in your arms.

“Did I scare you?“, you coo.

Victor groans in irritation. You giggle softly in his ear, to heighten his own senses.

“Well aren’t you gonna shave?”

“Dummy, you distracted me.”

“Don’t mind me~! Continue doing you.”

Victor lifts his razor up to his chin, focusing only on shaving. Seeing him so focused, an impish idea takes over you. Watching Victor’s eye from the mirror, you slowly drag your nails down his torso while sucking on his neck. You’re glad to notice the small tremble he lets out, or the anticipating bob of his adam’s apple.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“I said don’t mind me!”

You immediately go back to your teasing strokes on his abdomen, your tongue moving to the shell of his ear. The irritated gaze Victor gives you after a stroke of his razor drives you insane. The mirror reflects the growing bulge in his pajama pants. Your hand dives under the waistband to, smearing the precum at the tip so you can give his cock a couple good strokes. Victor’s sharp hiss gives you indication to keep pumping his member.

“You…, ngh, little vixen-”, Victor barely breathes out.

The smirk you give him before getting on your knees in front of him shows Victor he’s fucked. You pull down his pants and briefs, letting your warm saliva coat the tip of his throbbing cock.

“Keep shaving, maybe I’ll consider letting you cum after.”

The cold CEO above you is desperate to cum in the back of your throat. Victor can only choke out a small answer of approval before trying his best to shave quickly. You wrap your lips around his shaft, swiveling your wet muscle on the underside. Your right hand slides up to his balls so you can gently massage them. Victor drops the razor in his hand, the thin layer of foam still covering the majority of his face. His knuckles grip the edge of the counter so hard they turn white. You pull your lips away from the burning heat of Victor, hooded eyes staring down at you.

“If you don’t finish your task at hand, Victor, then I’m afraid I won’t let you spill in my mouth.”, you threaten. He’s too focused on the pleasure that he doesn’t think twice about your request. Victor picks up the tasks quickly, so you start to bob your head on his length. He shudders with a deep moan, leaving a shaky swipe on his cheek. You keep your mouth busy until he finishes shaving, building up his release then abruptly stopping. Victor is needy, pulling you up and kissing you deeply.

You grab him by the collar of his pajama shirt, and drag him to the bedroom. Victor pulls you so straddle his lap on the bed. He tries to give you the same torture you made him go through, but to no avail. He tries to grind his erection into your clothed core, but you stand up and step away from Victor.

“Victor, if you don’t behave I won’t fuck you at all”

“It’s MY birthday though.”

“That doesn’t mean I’m not in control still. Take your clothes off.”

Victor can only grumpily oblige if he wants the release of arousal. He takes all articles of clothes with your heated gaze on each movement.

“Happy?”

“Very. I believe such a good boy deserves a reward.”

You slowly shimmy out of your dress, revealing your deep purple lace that only covered your private areas. A slow step forward and you push Victor to lay down so you could straddle him. The stare he gives you nearly melts your being. You push the skimpy panties to the side, using your own pool of arousal to slick the hardness under you.

As soon as you sink onto Victor’s length, the two of you let out a moan. Victor’s eyes trace the intricate patterns of your outfit. He’s stuck in a trance until you start moving your hips. You lean down to kiss him, tongue having their own little dance. Your hand moves to pull your breasts out of the cups.

“You, ah, feel amazing...”, Victor’s breathless voice calls out. His right hand moves to fondle your nipples. You let out a loud cry as you increase the speed of your hips.

“I’m….I’m close, hngh….”, you barely muster out. Your body starts to give out from the exhaustion from being up early.Victor takes this opportunity to grab you by your hips and jackhammer into your sopping pussy. Moans turn into gasps for air as his left hand comes to play with your clit.

“Victor-”

“Just let go. You can do it.”, he softly whispers.

You cum on his cock a few moments later with Victor’s chasing after. Your body collapses onto his from the overexertion. Victor pulls you up to the pillows, his own little mischievous grin on his face.

“I think someone needs a punishment for teasing me earlier.”, his deep voice rumbles.

Needless to say, your body was pushed past its limits. Victor had to carry you downstairs after he was done teaching you your lesson so you guys could celebrate.

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catchmewiddershins · 3 years

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Haikyuu Hugs pt 2:

AOBA JOHSAI:

Oikawa Tooru:

Really affectionate and clingy, will beg you for hugs with NO. SHAME.

He’s definitely a running fingers through hair and burying his face in your clothes, hair, back, shoulders etc kind of guy

So many little kisses!

He’s the sort of hugger who picks you up; he either lifts you so that you can wrap your legs around his waist or he’ll place you on a table or countertop, especially if you’re a lot shorter than him, just so you can be at equal level

Also likes to rest his chin on top of your head and hug you from behind while you’re working or doing something else (washing up, cooking, etc)

Might grab your butt if he’s feeling particularly teasing, but definitely won’t if the hug is just so you can hold each other

Likes to do fairy kisses (idk what they’re called, this is just what my family calls them) when he flutters his eyelashes against your cheek, it makes you both giggle

Will fall asleep while laying across your stomach

Likes to hug you when wearing an enormous fluffy dressing gown, he’ll wrap you in it and snuggle

Has leapt into your arms at some point for a hug... you dropped him. He’s not going to stop trying though!

Lightheartedness aside, he knows to come to you for cuddles or hugs when he’s feeling down, you’ve often had hug sessions when he feels inadequate as a setter, or if he’s feeling insecure

Pouts when he wants hugs

Iwaizumi Hajime:

Wraps you in his big, muscley arms (the dream of many of us, I’m sure)

This man is SUCH a secure hugger, it’s amazing, he just folds you into his embrace and you never want to let go

Warm hugs and tight hugs, like a comfy straight jacket

He always knows when you want to let go... it is rare that you want to

The kind of hug that’s like instant stress relief, side effects include:

Falling asleep

Dozing

Relaxing all of the muscles you didn’t know were tensed

Bursting into tears because you’re actually really stressed or worried and the hug was just the trigger for you to let it all out

He likes to give you massages, all you have to do is curl up on the sofa with him to watch television or read or anything and he’ll lean against the side, place you in front on him, all stretched out across the length of the cushions, and just massage your back, neck and shoulders (you don’t know what you’d do without him)

His hugs are so warm that you just hug him as a replacement for a jumper or hot water bottle... sometimes you just don’t turn the heating on. Really. His skin is a radiator!

Unconscious squeezes

Squeezes in general, he’ll squeeze your waist or shoulder walking past, pull you to his side and give you a squeeze, sit with you and just give you a quick squeeze, it’s adorable

You know he wants a hug because he gets slightly clingy but won’t admit it to your face

Sometimes huffs playfully or teases you when hugging you, you know he loves you though

(Seriously though this boy’s muscles are perfect huggers)

Matsukawa Issei:

Tall boy hugs (I mean, depending on what you think is tall - he’s 6′2″ that is enormous to me)

This guy actually really likes jokes so you bet he’ll hug you and then absolutely WREAK the atmosphere by whispering the cheesiest jokes into your ears

You: Yay warm hug time! ~ Mattsun: what does a cheese say when it looks in the mirror? Halloumi!

Easygoing hugs, pretty casual... he uses you as an armrest at random moments

He likes to hug you from behind as well, sneaking up and putting his head on yours, long arms draped over your shoulders

Likes to tell you about all of the stupid stuff Oikawa did throughout the day while you snuggle

Back of the neck kisser

Hanamaki Takahiro:

If you compliment his hugs, he will either awkwardly blush and go weird or be super cool and suave but be dying inside... no in-betweens

He’s a lot calmer than his fellow teammates and so, if you’re really tired and stressed, he is definitely the go-to person to hug

He will stand there and hold you for a while, perfectly still, so you can listen to his heartbeat

Has a habit of sitting on tables, he’ll lift himself onto one and ask you sit with him and then he’ll pull you to his side and urge you to tell him about your day

Lukewarm hugs... not cold but not warm either... if tepid water was a hug

He likes it if you kiss the top of his head

Yahaba Shigeru:

This may seems surprising to some, but Yahaba is BIG on PDA

He loves to show you, and your relationship, off to others, be it teammates, other teams or even random strangers

How does he do this you ask? He’ll walk up to you (literally even mid-conversation) and hug you. Not a casual sidelean, not a sweet little waist or shoulder squeeze, no no, the WHOLE NINE YARDS! One moment you’re talking to a friend and the next thing you know, he’s behind you, yanking you to his chest and squeezing the life out of you

Sometimes, if he’s being clingy, he’ll turn you around so you’re facing him

He would turn you around more but you told him not to because it’s rude if you’re talking to someone

You two always walk with an arm around each other’s waist

When it’s just the two of you, he’s a lot calmer, very much into forehead kisses while hugging you, your hands resting lightly on his chest

He actually really likes it when you fiddle with his hair, you tend to twist that curl at the front around your fingers

If you’re ever down on yourself, he snaps and forcefully grabs you into the tightest and most aggressively loving hug of your LIFE

Watari Shinji:

Watari is very gentle and encouraging, and that shows through his hugs

As a libero he’s very perceptive, learning exactly where the ball is going to go and having to devise how to receive it

Therefore, that skill bled into his relationships, and he can tell immediately when something has you upset or worried

His solution? Cuddles!

The two of you like to cuddle sitting down, leaning against each other, you sitting on his lap, blankets, stretched out over one another, everything

He has a habit of tapping out little rhythms on whatever body part of yours is closest to him

Face nuzzles

You like patting his head because his hair is fun to touch

But really, if he sees you’re sad, he’ll take your hand and gently lead you somewhere, sitting you down and just pulling you into a warm embrace where you eventually spill everything that’s bothering you

Sometimes his perceptiveness is unnerving, it seems he knows how you feel before you do (happened to me today... weird experience) but that just means that the two of you love away those nasty feelings before they even take root

Kyoutani Kentarou:

MAD DOG! TIGHT HUGS!

I do sort of think that he can give soft hugs too but they are special, you know... reserved for mental breakdowns

He’s pretty aggressive but he’s DEFINITELY not a bad person - he will hug you if you want it!

His hugs, as aforementioned, are tight! as! his steely arm muscles!

He will drag you to him and crush you against his chest, you both just squeeze each other like your lives depend on it

He is especially like that after matches, you run over to congratulate him and he just grabs you, hugs you and then throws you into the air

When you’re together, he is softer

You fiddle with each other’s fingers and he often crosses his legs before plonking you in his lap and possessively curling around you, arms circling your waist and squeezing, chin in the crook between your neck and collarbone

Sometimes he likes to smother you with kisses while holding your back to his chest... just *kisskisskisskiss* at the speed of light, crook of neck, elbow, head, face, stomach just aggressive fast kisses and you love it because it tickles and he always blushes a lot after doing it

If you ask for a hug he might make a sort of growly huff noise and ‘reluctantly’ side hug you (he loves it really)

He likes to completely relax and flop over the sofa, taking up the entire length with his feet dangling off of the end and let you lie on top, falling asleep to the rumble of his chest while he strokes your hair and watches TV

Kindaichi Yuutarou:

Kindaichi the sweetheart is very soft and so are his hugs

He is also a tall boy, a very tall boy, so you often just hug while facing each other

He likes to pat your head, back or hands gently while hugging you

Sometimes he says little sweet things so you’ll be hugging and he’ll just say quietly that you look very nice that day and then blush extremely hard

He rests his head in your lap while you’re doing something and he’s lying down

When he does this, you like to squish his hair flat to see how it looks, he doesn’t understand that he looks like an onion

He gives very warm hugs too, very good very nice

Sometimes he hunches over to bury his face in your shoulder, he does this for two reasons

It’s either because he loves how you smell and just loves how comfy your shoulders are

The other option is that he’s beating himself up over what happened between him and Kageyama, thinking that, since Hinata is able to hit the ‘king’s toss’ that it wasn’t Kageyama’s fault for being too demanding but his for just being a useless player

Your hugs always cheer him up when he feels like that

The reverse is also very possible, feel sad? Hug Kindaichi, you’ll cheer up!

You two are definitely snugglers and pyjama people, lots of late night movies that end in falling asleep on each other

Kunimi Akira:

So Kunimi is lean and therefore pretty skinny

That in no way means that he isn’t a good hugger

You two don’t hug that often and definitely not around other people

He is the ✨epitome✨ of lazy hugs, think of him like a boneless rubber chicken, he just droops onto you, arms dangling and long legs and torso melting onto you, whatever position you’re in (usually hunched over working)

He also is the master the casual arm sling around your hips, and the elbow on head

When you two actually hug properly, standing, he doesn’t pull you in or have his arms tight, he just has his fingers loosely interlocked, hands resting just above your butt while your have your arms looped around his neck, his head in your hair

Falls asleep on you a lot, you’ll be leaning on each other and, next thing you know, he’s dropped right off to sleep

Soft snores 🥺

He nuzzles into your stomach unconsciously while he’s sleeping

Literally any time he’s tired, he’ll trudge over to you and lay his head on yours, sighing

BONUS:

Idk why I put him with Seijoh but I can’t be bothered to write for his entire team

Hyakuzawa Yuudai:

VERY VERY VERY TALL BOY! VERY TALL! VERY! I JUST ABOUT COME UP TO THIS MAN’S STERNUM!

So his height makes him an optimal hugger, you can take so much comfort in the safety he makes you feel

And guess what? He’s also a very sweet guy so EXTRA SPECIAL

I honestly love him, he’s very soft-spoken and calm, he likes to whisper little endearments to you while you hug

His favourite thing is when you stand on a stool, chair or table in order to be at equal height (or near enough) with him so you can look into each other’s eyes when you hug

He sometimes just picks you up instead

He’s also very respectful and polite so you better believe that he always makes sure that you’ve had a good day and hugs you in whatever way you need

If you’re sitting down, he just w r a p s his very long legs around you and you sit in his lap, reading, watching something, drawing, playing a game or whatever, his arms are around you and in front so you can do things together

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lu-undy · 3 years

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Chapter 82 - SBT

Here it is!

Mundy went to the kitchen and found his lover in a dressing gown, standing in front of the stove. The gentle smell of the omelette he was dealing with floated in the air.

“Mundy…?”

“Mmh…” The Aussie wrapped his arms around Lucien’s silhouette from behind and nuzzled in his hair and his neck.

“Bonjour, mon amour.”

[Good morning, my love.]

“Mornin’, love.”

“Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah, but I woke up and you weren’t there.” Mundy answered, complaining but still peppering kisses on Lucien’s neck, who chuckled under the gentle tickle.

"My apologies, mon loup. I woke up a long time ago and I didn't leave your side for an equally long while. Eventually I decided to stop being lazy and start the day."

"Mmh…" Mundy buried his head deeper in his lover's neck.

"Come now, the omelette is ready." Lucien started moving and the Aussie followed, still stuck to him like a slug.

"It's for me?"

"For us, or for you if your appetite allows it." Lucien answered.

"You callin' me fat?"

"Brave enough for it is what I am calling you." Lucien chuckled. "I have seen you eat that and more than that by the past. Do you remember the pizzas?"

"Lu', c'mon, it was a one off and I hadn't had lunch that day! Also, c'mere…"

Mundy sat down and pulled Lucien to sit on his lap. Everything was laid on the table, from the coffee to the toasts and butter. The two of them enjoyed their breakfast as it was the weekend now and they didn't have to work.

"Meow…" The fluffy white cat appeared at the door with her black companion. They both took a second to yawn and stretch before trotting to the table and finally jumping on it.

"Bonjour mon bébé."

[Good morning my baby.]

"Sooty boy."

"You have your milk in the bowls." Lucien said and the cats went to the bowls that were on the side of the table before lapping it happily.

"Look at them, they're beautiful." Mundy said, lacing an arm around Lucien's waist.

"Indeed they are. But now that I think about it, you never told me how Perle met with Soot." Lucien said.

"Well, I have no bloody clue. The only thing I know is that it was when you were supposedly dead. I was working for Maurice and would set Pearl free. She'd roam around without going too far. And then there was this one time where she just went away at night as I was having a chat with Maurice. I called her but she didn't come back. I already had the kittens back then and they started mewling cause Mum was away. I called again and at some point, she appeared. Right behind her was a dirty, slim black cat."

"So Soot was a stray?" Lucien asked.

"Yeah. Poor thing was bone thin when he came to me. I fed him, which he liked, and washed him, which he hated. Now, he's happy as he can be with the wifey and the two old gramps."

They exchanged a smile and Lucien handed Mundy his mug of coffee.

"What about the kittens? You said you had them before Soot came to you?" Lucien asked.

"Found the kittens almost by chance. I noticed Pearl would go out in the evenings but i didn't think much of it. I thought she just wanted to stretch her legs, and she'd always come back. One night she went off and I decided to come along, see where she goes off to. She led me deep in dark alleyways that had nothing but bins, and I saw her slip in a soggy cardboard box. Remember that, baby?"

"Meow." She answered as Soot was bathing her.

"I tried to open the cardboard box but she scratched me. I tried talking to her, to soothe her. I didn't get why she was bein' aggressive at me. When she finally let me open the box, I saw those little balls of fur clinging to her and my heart bloody stopped!"

Lucien chuckled.

"So you brought them back to the van?"

"Yeah. I asked Pearl first and then carried the whole box back home. I washed them and together with mummy Pearl, we found names for them. Star and Diamond were obvious, Glovy too. Then, I struggled for Lu' Junior."

"Oh?"

"It's Pearl who found it. She told me there was really one person who had black hair except for the temples and the top." Mundy looked at his lover still sitting on his lap. "Only one gorgeous guy like that… And I understood she meant you." He kissed his cheek and Lucien smiled under the tender attention.

"But Mundy?"

"Yeah, darl'?"

"That means that you didn't notice her being pregnant? I am not an expert for cats but it is very apparent for us humans."

"Yeah, well…" Mundy was ashamed. "I didn't notice even though she must have had a belly like a house…! I just noticed that she liked to eat a bit more, is all. And uh, to be honest, I was in my own bubble of sadness. Waking up to the same day without you."

"Aw…" Lucien hugged him.

"I feel bad about it."

"Why?"

"Cause you asked me to take care of her and I failed to do it. Felt awful. She had to give birth far away and alone. God only knows how painful and scary it was for her… Alone and in a dirty cardboard box… To this day I look at her and feel guilty for this."

"Don't be, please." Lucien comforted him. "If she felt like she needed you, she would have begged for your attention and would have got it in the end, do not worry for that. Non, she might have wanted not to worry you more than what you already were."

"What d'you mean?"

"I mean that she might have preferred to give birth on her own to not put you under any more stress. You said it yourself, you were so distraught by my absence that you didn't even notice that she was pregnant. Chances are that you would have been a burden rather than an asset to her in such an intense moment."

"Hm. Maybe…"

"Aw, mon amour, please, give your old Lucien here a smile…? Ah, much better." Lucien cupped Mundy's face and gave him a tender kiss.

"Thanks, luv'."

"My pleasure. Now, go and get ready, I will clean up this mess we made." Lucien said.

"Get ready for what?"

The Frenchman stood up from his lover's lap and started getting busy with the dishes.

"For today might be the day the idea of leaving me makes it to your head, and your heart."

Mundy's breath cut sharp.

"What?! No!" He pushed his chair back and went behind Lucien and his gown, flying after him. "Love, don't say that, I told you. I won't leave you, not after the hell I've been through without you."

Lucien sighed.

"We shall see."

Mundy gulped audibly. Whatever Lucien had in mind, it was putting him through a lot of distress.

They both got dressed and ready to go. Lucien put on his jacket and went to the door.

"Are you ready?"

"Don't know. You tell me. I have no idea where we're going." Mundy answered.

"I shall take you there but then leave."

"Why?"

"Because this does not concern me but only you." Lucien answered.

"Don't say that… Whatever's mine is yours, luv'... Almost sounds like you're a stranger."

Lucien frowned and left the house. Mundy locked the door after him and joined him on the motorcycle. They put on their helmets and the Frenchman started the engine.

As usual, Mundy held on to Lucien, pretending that he was scared of the ride where in fact it was an excuse to just cuddle up with him, without it raising suspicion and bad looks around. But he found Lucien cold and unresponsive; not that he would usually turn around and hug him, but he would lean back or sometimes just turn his head slightly when the traffic lights stopped him.

But no. Today, Lucien was cold.

They drove all the way to the suburbs, where small houses lined up as far as the eye could see. They all looked like copies of each other, apart from the color of the doors or the curtains that one could see from the outside.

Lucien drove the motorcycle through the streets while slowing down. Mundy understood that they were getting closer. When they finally reached their destination, the Frenchman braked and stopped the engine. He turned to Mundy and removed his helmet to speak.

"Here we are."

Mundy removed his helmet and looked at the little house.

"What?"

"Maurice gave me this address. He said it would be the dark brown door."

"What am I supposed to do?" Mundy asked.

"Give a knock."

"That's it?"

"And please," Lucien raised sad eyes to his lover. "Forgive me, mon amour."

Mundy's eyebrows jumped as Lucien lowered his head.

"Don't look at me like that, luv', you did nothin' wrong, did you…?" Mundy put a finger below Lucien's jaw and pulled it back up. "Did you…?" He repeated, but Lucien didn't answer.

"I will drive back to the city. I have some business to attend to but I shall be back in half an hour at worst and will be waiting here."

"You sure you don't wanna come with me?" Mundy asked.

"You have to do this on your own." Lucien splayed his hand on Mundy's chest and lightly tapped it before putting his helmet again. "I… will see you later."

"Yeah."

Lucien started the engine again and as he was about to drive off, he felt something tap his shoulder. Mundy smiled at him and the Frenchman read on his lips.

I love you.

Lucien nodded and a few seconds later, Mundy was left alone in front of that house. He looked at the mailbox. No name. From there to the front door of the house, there were only a few meters paved by grey flat slabs of stone, gnawed by the years. There were a few flowers left and right from it, daisies and tulips. Mundy wasn't sure what the other ones were called but whoever lived there clearly took good care of them all, as the washed out water can showed. It used to be green but years under the sun made it lose its vibrant colour.

The Aussie sighed. What the hell was that all about?

He walked on the paved way and stopped in front of the door. Naturally, his eyes fell on the doorbell and he had a second of hesitation. Lucien's sorry eyes flashed in front of him and Mundy thought that he didn't have to do anything. No one would arrest him if he didn't ring that bell.

No, he could just wait for Lucien to come back and go back home, never to talk about this ever again. If it disturbed his otherwise calm lover that much, it must have been quite serious, especially if Lucien thought that Mundy could end it all because of it.

But he didn't want to! Mundy didn't want his story with the Frenchman to stop and he would fight to make it last, as he did in the past. He had lost everything of value in his life such that the only one thing that remained was Lucien. Lucien, and the cats. He would never lose them.

Well that was it then. Problem solved.

Mundy spun on his heels and went back to the pavement where he waited for Lucien to come back. He sat there, on the ground and watched the occasional passer-bys. The neighbourhood was pretty calm. Only families and old people lived there. It was calm, but lively. Neighbours seem to know each other and get along well.

Mundy daydreamed for a moment, wondering what it would feel to live in such an environment. Back when he used to live with his parents, Mundy's house was quite far from the city, in a green area just next to the desert. And now, with Lucien, he lived bang on in the city centre. Now that he thought about it, he would never believe he could settle in a city.

"Sorry Sir!"

"Oh, sorry, mate."

A kid passed along with his bike and broke Mundy's train of thought. The Aussie stood up and moved out of the way. The young boy's mother passed along a few seconds after. He nodded politely before putting his hands in his pockets and walking back and forth on the pavement.

What on Earth would scare Lucien to the point of thinking that Mundy would leave him…?

The Aussie stopped walking and looked at the dark brown, wooden door.

What on Earth was stronger than Lucien's death, may it be fake, such that the Frenchman would think it was strong enough a reason to break up…?

Nothing Mundy could think about. There was nothing. He knew Lucien was faithful, he knew he himself was faithful. So what could it be…?

"Hm. Guess there's only one way to find out, eh?"

Mundy gathered his courage and walked to the door again. He raised his hand and gave a short knock.

Unbeknownst to him, Lucien had never really left. He had hid his motorcycle and was observing everything from a safe distance. He had seen it all, Mundy's hesitation, his refusal, and finally, his going anyway.

It had been a heavy weight to carry on his shoulder. Maurice had trusted him with a truth that Lucien wished he could have trusted to Mundy before, or at the same time. Of course Lucien was used to carrying lies around and with the years and long experience as an outstanding spy, lies had just become a second truth.

However this time was different. The truth he had hidden from Mundy had nothing to do with the Frenchman himself, and all with Mundy. It hurt, having to look the man who made his life complete and know that he held a life changing truth from him.

It often kept him up at night. Lucien would pretend to sleep and when he would hear Mundy's breath stabilise, he would open his eyes and watch him sleep. He looked so peaceful, so innocent, oddly enough for a scruffy, almost forty-year-old man. But if Mundy had a clear conscience, Lucien watched him with his brow furrowed and doubt in his eyes.

How to tell him the truth?

Well, Lucien thought that it wasn't his responsibility to tell Mundy about it. Non. He had nothing to do with it. Maurice had just thought it would be good to let him know. Lucien found it ridiculous. It didn't have anything to do with him. So why tell him? Why make him an accomplice in bearing the burden of this?

Lucien watched keenly from a few houses away, his motorcycle hidden in plain sight, invisible. Mundy gave a knock. He removed his hat and fumbled with it nervously. The door soon opened and Lucien's eyes opened wider. They were riveted on Mundy.

The Aussie's jaw dropped and his hat dropped from his fingers. He took a step back and fell limply.

"Merde…"

[Shit…]

It looked like he fainted. Lucien rushed to him, he knew the people he was meeting wouldn't be able to do much.

"Let me help…" Lucien hopped over the low wooden fence and carefully avoided the flowers.

"Who're you?" The man standing at the door asked.

"His best friend." Lucien answered.

"I thought he was supposed to come alone… Bah, nevermind…"

"Can you carry him inside?" A woman appeared at the door.

"Oui, I can." Lucien slid a hand below Mundy's neck and made him sit up before carrying him off of the ground. "Gnh-!" He grunted.

"Come through here, put him on the sofa." The woman went on and pushed whatever stood in Lucien's way.

"Please, bring some water and a few sugar cubes, I will wake him up." Lucien said as he made sure Mundy was lying comfortably on the old, worn-out sofa. Of course, the Aussie was too tall and his legs dangled off at the end. Lucien took his hand and gently tapped Mundy's cheeks. "Mundy…? Mundy, réveille-toi… Mundy…?"

[Wake up…]

The woman came back with a tray containing a bottle of water, a glass and a few sugar cubes in a bowl. She placed it on the coffee table.

"Is he alright?" She asked. The man came at her side after shutting the door and she leaned on his side.

"He will be. Give me an instant." Lucien answered. He opened the water bottle and poured some in his hand before slowly brushing Mundy's face with it. "Come on, Mundy… Please… Wake up… Wake up, mon loup…"

[My wolf]

Eventually, Mundy's lips parted. He groaned and blinked a few times before pulling his heavy eyelids up.

"What… the… Lu'? Lu', is that you?"

"Oui, it is me."

Mundy frowned.

"What happened? Where am I…?" Mundy's eyes scanned the room. He didn't recognise the old wallpaper or the dark wooden furniture. The room wasn't too spacious, certainly a bit smaller than their own living room. The wallpaper used to be yellow but the years and the sun through the windows made it beige. Mundy couldn't clearly see the motifs on them. There was a fireplace opposite the sofa, beyond the wooden coffee table, and on the mantelpiece was placed an equally old clock.

"I need to go and leave you, Mundy."

"No!" The Aussie grabbed his lover by his shirt, on his chest. "Where're you goin'? And you're leaving me alone? No, please stay…"

"Mundy…" Lucien put his hand on Mundy and pushed it away. "This is your business, not mine."

The Aussie was about to answer something when he saw a hand on Lucien's shoulder tapping him gently. The hand was old but looked like it had done manual labour all its long life. There were wrinkles but they looked quite sturdy, oh and Mundy noticed the golden ring on the ring finger.

"Your friend's right, Mundy. We need to talk."

Mundy's eyes snapped wide.

"What the hell-?!" He jumped to his feet, tripped and fell back on the sofa. "L-Lu', tell me you can see him! Please! Tell me I'm not going mad!"

The poor Aussie was sweating, his face was pale as if he had just seen a ghost.

"Oui, I can see them." Lucien calmly answered. "Sit down, please." He sat on the sofa and laced an arm around Mundy's shoulders.

"B-But what the… Fuck me, I'm going mad, aren't I? They can't be there! They can't!" Mundy frantically rubbed his eyes.

"Micky…?" The woman sat next to him on the other side and put her old and tired hand on Mundy's thigh. She was old, in her seventies surely, wearing a beige dress and a pink pair of glasses.

Mundy stared at her intensely, his eyes rediscovering a face he had known all his life but hadn't seen in years. It had changed very little, that face. It still beamed with empathy, kindness and softness, even though, admittedly, there were more lines on it. Her hair was more salt than pepper but the bun was the same, the locks of hair around her face too…

"M-Mum…?" He stammered and she smiled, her wrinkles made her grin look even wider.

"Micky, sweetie."

Mundy's head spun from Lucien, to his mother and the man whose hand was still on Lucien's shoulder.

"Dad…? Lu', tell me you can see them too, tell me it's really not just me… I-I don't know, slap me or something, please, I-I'm, I'm-"

Tears came faster than he could hold them and he clenched his grip on his mother's hand, his whole arms and legs were shaking.

"Oui, Mundy, I can see them too." Lucien put a hand on his shoulder.

"Micky, sweetie, come here…" Mundy's mother pulled him and he dived in her chest, crying out loud, drowning his face and her dress with tears he did not fully understand. How on Earth were his parents there? How were they alive? How did they survive? Why had they hidden for more than a decade? Why resurface now?

Mundy's head burnt and hurt. It felt like it was too full and about to burst. He screwed his eyes shut and let the waters of his shock flow like waterfalls down his face.

Lucien stood up and let Mundy's father take his place on the sofa. He stayed standing on his feet.

"Micky, son…" Mundy's father took one of his son's hands and clenched his grip on it.

"W-How…? You were alive…? All this time? Why didn't you say anything? Why didn't you ever tell me?"

"Caroline, go and make some tea, honey. I'll take care of him. And you, whoever you are, thanks." Mundy's father looked up at Lucien.

"It was the least I could do. I shall leave you now."

"No! Please, Lu'... Please stay…?"

Caroline looked at her son and then at Lucien.

"Non, Mundy, you need to have a chat with your parents. I shall be there whenever you need me."

"Thanks." Mundy's father added before pushing himself to his legs to stand up.

"Non, please, it is fine, I shall find the door myself. See you later, Mundy."

"I'll get you to the door before I go and make some tea." Caroline stood up and accompanied Lucien back.

"Here, son." In the living-room, Mundy's father handed his son a handkerchief and the Aussie wiped his face from all the surprise wetting his rough cheeks.

"Thanks…"

Mundy rediscovered his father's face. It had a few more lines, but nothing had changed. Even the glasses were the same. Similarly to his mother, his father's hair was almost completely white now but it was still there. Mundy blinked repeatedly as he saw that even his father's love for short-sleeved shirts was still going strong.

Caroline crossed the living-room again and went to the kitchen.

"You're still shakin'. Are you cold? Should I bring you a blanket?" She asked as she passed.

"N-no, it's just the shock."

"Mike, go and get him one of your jackets or a blanket." She addressed her husband.

"Right, don't move, son, I'll be back in a second."

Mundy smiled and nodded. It slapped him across the face. His mother still could tell when he was lying just to be polite and save his old parents some trouble.

Soon, his father came back with a blanket and laid it on Mundy's back. Caroline entered the room not a second later with a tray. She placed it on the coffee table in front of them and each sat left and right from their son. Caroline served a cup of tea for everyone, starting with Mundy.

"Here, sweetie."

"Thanks, Mum… But… Is that really you?"

"Yes, it is."

"Hold on." Mundy lowered the cup on his lap. "I… I'm not buyin' it." He frowned.

"What?" Mike's bushy eyebrows jumped behind his square glasses.

"How can I be sure? I mean, you're supposed to have been dead for more than then ten years now. I saw the house, no way you could have escaped that. I was at the burial, I saw the… the coffins lowered to the ground. I visited you, even with Lu'... We both visited your graves!"

"Well, we're callin' you Micky, aren't we?" Mike asked.

"Anyone could know that."

Mike looked at Caroline and sighed. She put her cup back on the tray and cleared her throat.

"See the sunset,

The day is endin',

Let that yawn out,

There's no pretendin'."

Mundy's eyes popped wide, he looked at his mother with the same eyes as he had three decades earlier, and she gave him back the same grin that she used to. He remembered his room with the green wallpaper, the jungle foliage motifs, his little desk when he was a young boy, his shelves, full of illustrated books about animals, his telescope next to his window, and even the smell of his room after his mother cleaned it. She used to always use a lavender freshener...

"I will hold you,

And protect you,

So let love warm you,

Till the mornin'."

She stopped singing the lullaby and put a hand on his cheek.

"Would anyone else remember this?" She asked with a sweet smile. "Whenever you'd wake up from a nightmare, or you couldn't sleep, I'd sing that to you, remember?" She brushed his cheek tenderly and Mundy was back to being a young boy with messy hair and big, round, curious eyes. "Remember when I had your father try to learn it but he kept on getting the lyrics confused?"

"I… I do…"

Mike stood up and went to the coathanger.

"We couldn't save anythin' from the old house. But I kept this." He went to his coat and fetched his wallet. He sat back down on the sofa and opened it. "Here, have a look."

It was a picture, not much bigger than a stamp, of young Mundy. It was old, and the black and white had turned into shades of washed-out light browns. He was but a child on it.

"How could I have this picture of you if I didn't keep my wallet with me, eh?" Mike said as he tapped Mundy on his shoulder.

"Dad… Mum, I… I've missed you so much."

And again, Mundy let the cup rest between his thighs on the sofa and hugged his mother. He almost clawed at her as part of him still struggled to believe that after all that time, he was in his parents' arms again.

#tf2 spy #tf2 sniper #sniperspy #SBT

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Puppy Love

Summary: The reader’s dog wanders off and she finds him inside of a Jeep that belongs to her gorgeous new neighbor.

Pairing: cop!Stiles x Reader

Prompt: “Are you seriously interrogating me right now?”

“Murphy!”

You swear to god your dog is a ninja. He’s constantly sneaking off and getting his fluffy ass into trouble. He’s a 100lb German Shepherd and he’s worse than a little kid for Christ’s sake. You really should be able to keep track of him by now.

“Murphy! Come here, buddy!”

The beautiful beast is too smart for his own good. Murphy’s a troublemaker for sure, he always needs to know what’s happening at all times. You have a slight suspicion that he thinks he’s a police dog.

“Murphy! Playtime’s over. Let’s go!” You hear a quick bark and your eyes land on a familiar blue Jeep that’s always parked across the street from you. Oh shit.

Murphy is sprawled out on the black back seat of your neighbor Stiles’ pristine looking car. He’s new to the neighborhood so you don’t know him that well. You do know that he’s insanely good looking and that he really loves this Jeep. Wonderful. Your foolish dog is lounging inside of Stiles’ pride and joy.

You run across the street and immediately lean over into the backseat, you try to coax Murphy out but he’s being a stubborn fucker. You’re practically crawling across the seat to grab his collar, your ass is sticking up in the air and of course you’re wearing your pajamas. You’re pretty sure you look freaking ridiculous.

Next thing you know, someone is loudly clearing their throat and it makes you squeeze your eyes shut in embarrassment. You reluctantly spin around and there he is, the delicious man known as Stiles Stilinski. Wearing a tight grey Henley and ripped dark wash jeans with combat boots only laced up half way.

Damn does he look good.

You’re suddenly very aware that your pajama pants are covered in purple cats and that you have an over-sized Family Guy t-shirt on as well. Awesome.

Welcome to the neighborhood.

Stiles doesn’t even speak, his eyes just slowly rake over you before he focuses his attention back on the large intruder in his backseat. You snap out of your awkwardness (barely) and jump into a rushed explanation.

“I'm so sorry! Murphy likes to slip out of the house and explore without my knowledge. I came out and noticed that he climbed into your car. I’m trying to get him out now.” You finally take a breath, silently telling yourself to just relax for the love of god.

Stiles bends over a bit and watches as Murphy rests adorably in his backseat. A warm smile appears like he’s remembering a happy memory, “He seems pretty cool. I love Shepherds. I had one growing up named Bullet.” Stiles finishes with a chuckle and it makes you do the same.

“Besides it’s kinda my fault, I just ran inside to get some paper towels.” Your neighbor holds up the roll in his hand. “I left the doors open cause I’m cleaning out the Jeep.”

“This dog is just very nosy.” You add shyly. “Nothing looks ruined but I want to pay to get it detailed just in case.”

“No it’s ok, Y/N. I mean if this happened after I cleaned out my car then I would’ve reacted differently.” He glares playfully at you.

“Oh ok. Thanks for not freaking out.” You grin feeling relieved.

Stiles gives a quick nod then pats his leg as he calls Murphy’s name, the dog automatically jumps up and out of the car without any effort. “Seriously?” You laugh softly. “At least you listen to someone, Murphy.”

Stiles gestures to your cozy pajamas, “Having a lazy Sunday, huh?”

“It’s only like Noon, dude. Don’t judge. I was up late binge watching Shameless.” You mention slightly insecure.

With an amused expression Stiles pops the hood of his car, “No judgement here, Y/N. I’m just used to girls who won’t leave the house unless their hair and makeup is done.” He shrugs at you. That’s weird. He doesn’t seem like the type who’d want to deal with a high maintenance chick.

“Huh. Let me guess…they wear their makeup to bed too?” You giggle while Stiles tilts his head with a knowing smile.

“Are you speaking from experience, Y/N?” He says in a teasing voice.

“Who me? Nah…ok maybe.” You admit sheepishly. “I didn’t wear my makeup to bed though! I just always wanted to be made up when I left the house.”

Stiles hums and squints his eyes like he’s trying to figure you out. He’s too gorgeous. You almost feel like you shouldn’t be allowed to look directly at him.

The brown eyed ruiner closes the hood and all the doors on his car, now giving you his full attention, “So what changed?”

“Oh, that’s a story for another day.” You smirk at him.

“Well…” Stiles crouches down in front of Murphy and holds his face, “I think you and mom should join me for lunch. How does that sound, buddy?” He then glances up at you and you freeze. You feel heat rushing to your cheeks and you decide to just nod in response.

“Sweet. Do you like hot dogs? I was gonna grill some and I have pasta salad and corn on the cob too.”

A sexy man that cooks? Hell yeah. “Sure, sounds good. I’m gonna go change then I’ll be over.” You tell him already walking away.

“Make sure you bring Murphy!” Stiles shouts as you’re about to enter your house. Son of a bitch. He probably likes the dog more than you. That would be your luck.

You quickly change into faded jean shorts and a hot pink tank top, opting out of doing your hair and makeup. You decide that you don’t need to impress Stiles, even if he’s the hottest guy you’ve ever seen. After one last nervous check in the mirror, you grab Murphy and his favorite tennis ball then make your way back across the street.

Stiles’ front door flies open seconds after your hand hits the wood, it catches you off guard and it makes Murphy bark with excitement. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was anxiously waiting for your arrival.

The brown eyed stunner ushers you through his surprisingly homey living room and brings you into the kitchen. The smell of vanilla hits your senses as you move around his house and it thankfully calms your nerves a bit.

“Want a beer, Y/N? I have this new pumpkin ale stuff. I don’t know if it’s any good though.” Stiles asks opening his refrigerator.

You saunter over and peek your head in, “Oh! I’ve had that before. It’s pretty good.”

Stiles hands you one with a wink, “Here ya go, sweetheart.” He grins then moves towards the back door. “The pasta salad is done. I just need to grill the hot dogs and the corn on the cob.”

You and the pup follow your new neighbor outside into his backyard and you can’t keep your eyes off of his effortless swagger, every move the man makes is just sexy.

“Need any help?” You take a seat on the nearby patio and watch as he starts up the grill.

“Nope. Just sit there and look pretty, hun.” Stiles smirks your way. You roll your eyes but can’t stop yourself from smiling at the compliment.

“So I’ve only lived here for a few weeks, Y/N. Give me some dirt. The neighbors I’ve met so far seem nice but things are never what they seem.”

“Hm let’s see. Have you met Al yet? He lives a few doors down in the green house?” Stiles shakes his head no and waits for you to continue.

“Well…he suspiciously looks like Santa Clause. And he weirdly disappears around Christmas time.” You try to stifle a laugh.

Stiles tears his eyes away from the grill and shoots you a funny look, “Are you fucking with me?”

“No actually I’m not.” You chuckle. “It’s strange as fuck but he’s definitely a nice guy. Doesn’t bother anyone.”

“So I may or may not live near Santa. I can work with that.” Stiles snickers before taking a swig of his beer.

Murphy stops exploring the yard and comes running over with his tennis ball but instead of bringing it to you, he drops it in front of Stiles.

“Wow Murphy actually likes you.” You say without thinking.

Stiles pretends to be offended, “Gee, thanks!”

“Oh no! I just mean that Murphy doesn’t usually warm up to guys so easily. He’s always been that way. Not sure why, maybe a protective thing?” You shrug your shoulders.

“Murphy’s a smart boy. He can tell I’m awesome.” Stiles adds with a crooked smile.

“Or maybe he’s just having an off day.” You sass with a straight face. Stiles breaks out into a full body laugh and it’s literally the best sound you’ve ever heard

“I’m just kidding!” You giggle at him. “Murphy likes you and you like him. It’s all good.”

“Yeah, I definitely like him.” Stiles licks his lips as he walks towards you. “But I have to admit, I like his mom a lot more.”

As if that admission didn’t make you completely melt inside, you give Stiles a quick smile and then pop up, “ Yeah I’m pretty awesome myself.”

With the yummy food grilled and the patio table set, you and Stiles finally sit down to eat while Murphy lounges in the shade. Part of you is thrilled because you’re starving, the other part is bummed you can no longer admire his muscles while he mans the grill.

“So what do you do for work, Y/N?” Stiles questions before taking a big bite of his mustard covered hot dog.

“I’m an event planner.” “Oh nice.” He delivers a cute smile. “That sounds fun.” “Yeah it is. What about you?” You attractively mumble with a mouth full of corn on the cob.

“I’m a cop.” Stiles tells you with a confident expression. No fucking way. You didn’t think it was possible for this man to get any hotter. You’re now on the verge of drooling because the sexy as hell image of him in a uniform appears in your head.

“Y/N?” Stiles’ deep voice yanks you back to reality. “Earth to Y/N.” “Oh! Uh that’s cool.” You answer sheepishly, tucking a few strands behind your ear which is a nervous habit of yours. With a squint of his eyes and a purse of his lips, Stiles’ curious side is now making an appearance, “What were you thinking about?” He stares intently at you.

Fuck it. “That you probably look really good in your uniform.” You mention casually.

An amused expression overtakes his handsome face, he leans over the table and whispers, “I’ll show you sometime if you want. I even have a gun to go with it.” You don’t trust yourself to speak, so instead your dorky self just looks down and starts giggling. Your reaction causes Stiles to laugh and sit back in his chair, he’s getting a kick out of making you blush. An enticing thought pops into your head, naturally you blurt it out before you can catch yourself, “So that means you have handcuffs.” You must be bright red right now as you lock eyes with your surprised neighbor.

“I mean…well…” Shit. Did you really just say that out loud?! Stiles recovers quickly, instead of shock there’s now a smirk on his face, “I’m gonna pretend you didn’t just say that, sweetheart.” He shakes his head looking visibly affected by your words. “Oh my god. I’m sorry.” You rush out before chugging down the rest of your beer. You really need something stronger. “Don’t be sorry.” Stiles chuckles at you. “It’s taking everything in me not to handcuff you to my bed right now.” Holy shit. Now it’s your turn to look fucking shocked. “But I’m trying to be a gentleman here, Y/N.” Stiles flashes a crooked smile. “I really like you so I need to do this right. You’re not some random chick that I met at a bar, you’re a hell of a lot more than that.” He finishes and it makes your body freeze up. Stiles quirks an eyebrow, “You gonna say anything back…” He notices you seem a bit flustered and is unsure on how to proceed from here.

Snapping out of your dumb ass stupor, you successfully come up with a plan within seconds, “Actually can I borrow them?” You say nonchalantly.

“What?” Stiles furrows his brows. “My handcuffs?” “Yeah. I have a date tonight.” You narrow your eyes. “He’s not a pussy so I’m pretty sure he’ll want to use them.” Stiles fails to hold back a strangled growl, “Don’t play games, baby girl.” He challenges with a tilt of his head.

Wow, that didn’t take much. You try not to but you burst out laughing, “You’re so cute when you’re mad.” You tease now pinching his cheek. He crumbles his napkin up and throws it at you with a pout on his lips.

You hesitate but then decide to just roll with it, “So do you always use handcuffs in the bedroom, Stilinski?”

Stiles ponders for a second, “It depends on the girl. I definitely don’t break them out with hookups. My real ones anyway. I’ll use the fake plastic ones whenever.”

“Why’s that?” “Because it’s never been a good experience with the real ones. The last girl I used them with started crying.” Stiles replies exasperated. “No she didn’t!” You gasp loudly then erupt into laughter. The police officer shakes his head, “If you pull on the handcuffs too much then they get tighter. I warned her so she wouldn’t hurt her wrists. Of course she didn’t listen and freaked out.”

“Wow. I bet that was fun.” You say sarcastically. “Based on her personality…I shouldn’t have done it. My gut said she wouldn’t like it but she promised she’d be fine.” Stiles lets out a sigh. “She must be so traumatized.” You feign sympathy making your neighbor snicker. Stiles suddenly turns serious, “Do you really have a date tonight, Y/N?” “Yes.” “With who?” He asks with his eyes boring into you. “Jeff.” “How did you meet him?” You raise your eyebrows, “The gym.” “Is it a first date?” “It’s the 4th date.” Stiles scoffs, “What does the guy do?” “Are you seriously interrogating me right now?” You question with wide eyes. “No.” He answers unconvincingly. “How about I take you out tonight instead? We can do whatever you want.” You gnaw on your bottom lip, “I can’t break a date last minute like that. Not unless there’s an emergency or something.” Stiles waves you off, “Just tell him you’re sick. We can try the new Italian place that opened downtown. Or there’s a..” “Wait you’re dead serious?” You cut him off. He just nods. “Stiles, he’s a nice guy. I’d feel bad blowing him off like that. We can pick another day.” You wonder why he’s pushing this. “4th date.” Stiles mutters himself. “So you’ve had sex with him?“ “Really, dude?” You crack a smile at him. This man is really something else. “You didn’t answer the question, Y/N.” “I’m not in custody, officer. So I don’t have to.” You sass back. “I can arrange that ya know.” Stiles crosses his arms and it accentuates his muscles even more, you do your best not to gawk at him. “You’re ridiculous.” You add matter-of-factly. “And you’re sexy.” He grins mischievously. You giggle softly and it makes Stiles’ face light up, it should be illegal the way his eyes are drinking you in right now. The feelings it conjures up makes you feel flushed and fidgety, it’s the perfect time for more alcohol. You spring out of your seat and make your way back into the house, heading straight for the kitchen.

Is it bad that you actually want to cancel tonight? That would be such an asshole move. You do actually like Jeff, he’s a decent guy who’s treated you well so far. But then there’s Stiles, the Adonis that moved in right across the street from you and there’s no denying that there’s an immediate connection.

Lost in your thoughts, you grab a couple of beers out of the fridge then twirl around right into Stiles, you didn’t even hear him follow you in.

“Are you a fucking ninja too? I swear you and Murphy should be best friends.”

Stiles barely reacts, he’s too busy blocking your way so you’re stuck between him and the refrigerator. His delicious scent is starting to fill the small space and you’re trying your hardest to not be affected by it.

“I say we have two options, beautiful.” Stiles leans in closer. “I ask you to be my girlfriend right now and you say yes.” Well this is unexpected.

“Um Stiles…”

“Or you reschedule with Jeff and let me take you out tonight. After that if you still like him then I’ll back off.” “Your crazy is showing, Stilinski.” You try to stifle a laugh, getting a dramatic grunt in return.

“Are you gonna make me beg, woman? Cause I will!” Stiles runs his hand through his messy hair, clearly not used to being in this position. “Why can’t we go out tomorrow? It’s just one more day.” You search his face for the answer, unfortunately your attention focuses in on his gorgeous eyes. “You obviously like Jeff enough to keep going out on dates, Y/N. He will probably make things official soon and with my luck it will be tonight.”

“Ok but I…”

Stiles continues on, “We don’t know each other that well but trust me…I’ve never put this much effort into getting a date. At the very least I want a chance. A real chance.”

The man in front of you is so annoyingly cute. You’re beyond torn on how to respond to him, your heart and your head are at odds right now. Before your brain can even register it, you’re sauntering away from Stiles and his intense stare.

You pause at the door way of the kitchen, “Come on.” You wave for the troublemaker to follow you, he hesitates at first but then catches up with you.

“Where do you keep your uniform? Bedroom?” You ask with a glance to Stiles, as you both walk down his long hallway.

“Uh yeah. Next door on the right.” Stiles tells you wearily, he slows down a bit and trails behind as you stroll on into his room.

You immediately notice the clean yet simple looking room and start to search around for what you have in mind. Without turning around, you can feel Stiles’ eyes on your form as he leans against the door frame. Your face brightens once you spot his police uniform draped on a blue lazy boy in the corner of the room.

There’s a dark wooden end table where Stiles’ shiny badge, gun holster and duty belt are all resting on top of it. Your nosy self finds his handcuffs tucked neatly in the cuff case attached to his leather belt. The cop they belong to is now standing closer, he looks very entertained by your sudden interest in his job.

You steal the handcuffs and examine them, subconsciously biting your lower lip while you do, “Get on the bed.” You speak firmly, pointing in the direction that Stiles should start moving in.

“…uh Y/N, what are y…”

“Shut up and get on the bed, Stilinski.” You command sternly.

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#stiles stilinski #stiles stilinski fanfiction #stiles stilinski one shot #stiles stilinksi x reader #stiles stilinski au #stiles stilinski imagine #stiles stilinski reader insert #teen wolf #teen wolf fanfic #teen wolf fanfiction #teen wolf au #dylan o'brien #dylan o'brien fanfiction #dylan o'brien imagine #cop!stiles #police office!stiles #cop!stilinski

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kitty35 · 6 years

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Bunny Boy

Felix x Reader - Hybrid AU

Type - fluff, some angst

warnings - discrimination, cursing?

requested by @universallycutecakehoagie

Requests are open!

Summary - Everyone says a predator can’t love their pray. Guess we’ll just prove them wrong

(I’m just now realizing this sounds like the love story from Zootopia)

I sat in the mall with my friend. A lot of people that passed by us shot me dirty looks.

In this dystopia we had hybrids, aka me. About ten to fifteen years back a scientist went insane and kidnapped a ton of people to experiment on. These experiments were on combining human and animal DNA, which worked. But after how ever many years these people were locked up, they eventually got out and when the government went to get the scientist, he was found dead on his desk. We are now viewed as the weird things. A hand full of people discriminated against us even when most have learned to deal with it even if they weren’t that fond of it. Pray had it easier, they were the sweet innocent ones who could do no harm while predators, like myself, were caged under a light of evil. People didn’t like predators. Even if I tried to help someone up after falling they would just run away as fast as they could. It was annoying.

“Billy, stay away from her. She’s a predator.” I heard a mother whisper to her son who walked too close to my table. The fluffy ears that sat upon my head pressed down against my hair as I looked towards the drink in my hand.

“Hey don’t listen to them.” Ebba, my best friend, whispered to me as I stood up and shoved my hands in my pockets.

“That’s easy for you to say, you’re not looked down upon.” The words were just mumbles on my lips but she still heard me and stood up to continue walking around with me. After a few more shops and a lot more dirty looks, we decided to go home. I wasn’t allowed to have a drivers license because of new laws, so Ebba drove us.

“Thanks for diving me.” I smiled while getting out of the car.

“Any time.” She smiled before grabbing my hand and stopping me from opening the door. “You know you can talk to me about all that stuff, right?” The tone in her voice was sad and made me feel like a bad friend for not saying anything to her. What could I explain though? I’m a predator who has urges to kill something when I’m hungry? I fight really hard against myself to act normal and not just be a wolf every day? Those are things you don’t explain to humans, you know?

“Of course I know that. I’m fine. I just need some sleep.” I smiled at her and got out of the car, waving before going into the empty house. Once the door was closed I threw my bag down and went to change my jeans to spandex shorts that my hoodie covered. After I got changed I went for the back door and just ran. The house my parents got was on the edge of the forest for us, or more specifically me. After all, my parents were normally gone since they were trying to get the hybrid code removed since it was insane and impossible to live by. Since they were always gone, they made sure the rest of our pack, or family, was near by. This worked in my favor since Hyunjin and I liked hanging out. We found a small cave next to a river that lead to a lake. The property was huge to be honest and mostly likely didn’t only belong to only us.

My feet carried me towards the cave quickly where I saw Hyunjin. He was just laying down with his eyes closed, his black ears that matched mine twitched on his head while his fluffy tail wrapped around his waist while mine wagged happily, completely forgetting the world outside of my favorite cousin and our spot.

“Hyunjin!” I screamed while jumping on top of his back, making him wake up and groan at the slight pain.

“Get off, you’re too fat!” He complained while pushing off me.

“Jerk! We weigh the same!”

“Whatever. Weren’t you supposed to be out with Ebba till like 8?”

“Yeah, but she wanted to go to the mall, and after school I didn’t need any more dirty looks but she begged and I gave in. After that I just wanted to let loose, you know?”

“Yeah, go run then.” His hand made a lazy motion towards the cave opening and I messed up his hair, quickly pulling his ear, before running back out of the cave and around the property. The wind on my face and the smell of freshly fallen rain calmed me as my human side vanished into nothing. At this moment I was only a wolf, my pupils widening as I ran.

A slight rustle that didn’t come from me had me stopping in my tacks. Slowly and quietly I made my way over towards the sound. Moving a bush over so I could see, my eyes focused on a boy. Or more specifically a bunny, which is all I saw while looking at him. His features were soft as he sat down on a grassy patch, the sun light hitting his face perfectly. From my hidden spot, I crouched down and licked my canines while narrowing my eyes. In seconds I jumped out and landed on top of him. His shoulders were pinned down by my hands as I stared at him with my lips drawn slightly back. The fear was evident in his eyes and confused me for a second before I realized what I just did. In a heart beat I was off him and scooting away.

“I’m so sorry! I don’t know what came over me. I’d never do that.” Mumbles of apologies continued to fall from my lips as he stared at me, now sitting up.

“It’s fine.” His soft voice cut me off, making me look at him with sad and worried eyes. “Truly, it’s fine. You said you’re sorry and I can see in your eyes that you mean it.” It was quiet for a second as I looked at him. Large white floppy ears sat atop his head and I was sure he had a matching fluffy tail. His eyes were brown with a tint of red, much like how mine were (e/c) on the outside and yellow on the inside. He had a cute little button nose and I couldn’t help but feel the urge to kiss it.

“Do you want a sandwich?” He asked quietly, bringing me out of my trance. I nodded and carefully held out my hands when he held out the food. With a snicker, he placed it in my hands and watched as I nibbled on it. He watched how my eyes lit up when the flavor hit my taste buds. Laughed when he realized I wasn’t at all like a wolf. The thought crossed his mind that I was even more ‘innocent’ on my animal side then he was. My questioning gaze was what got him to talk.

“You don’t act like a wolf. You’re more of a kitten.” My nose scrunched up as I finished the food in my mouth before speaking.

“I take offense in that! I’m a great wolf thank you very little!” The laugh in my voice told him that I wasn’t actually offended. For a few hours we just sat and talked. That is till I heard Hyunjin howl for me. My ears perked up when I heard him before turning to look back at the bunny boy with a sad smile on my lips.

“I have to go.” I mumbled as he looked at me with pouty eyes.

“Can I have your number? It’s nice to talk to you.” His face was red as he asked. With a nod of my head I wrote down my name and number on his hand with a pen he had in his bag that he carried the food in. Once that was done I waved ‘bye’ to him and made my way back to Hyunjin.

Not long after that we became best friends, never one with out the other. Ebba hung out with us a lot but she knew there were somethings she couldn’t help me with since she was human. Now more than ever people were on edge when they saw me. They were always with their fingers on the call button incase I went ‘savage’ and attacked Felix. After all, why wouldn’t I? I’m a wolf and he’s a bunny. Despite this, Felix stuck with me. He didn’t care about the glaring and worried eyes that watched him when ever he was with me. Normally he would only get a few glares since mostly everybody loved bunnies. He’s never really felt the discrimination that predators have till we started hanging out.

Today we were hanging out at a target. It was just the two of us since Ebba was busy with something. What we didn’t know was that day there was a riot.

“What’s going on?” I asked Felix quietly while we walked closer.

“I have no clue.” My eyes widened as the signs came into view. ‘no pets allowed’ they read. They were talking about us.

“We should go.” I whispered while grabbing his arm. He gave me a confused look, probably not having read the sign yet or he just wasn’t used to being the one the signs are about.

“Look at this thing!” One person yelled while grabbing my arm and pulling me away from Felix. My ears instantly went down with my tail. “These things shouldn’t be a part of our world! They’re just experiments gone wrong!” He yelled while pushing me to the ground. A small whimper left my lips as I moved away from him. “You’re just scum that doesn’t deserve to live.” Other rioters threw eggs at me like we were in rome and they didn’t like the show they were watching. Tears mixed with egg yolk as I just curled up in a ball.

“HEY!” I heard Felix scream. Just as I looked up, I saw Felix deck the guy who pushed me to the ground. “You all should be ashamed! We’re people too! We’re living things that can think and feel emotions and pain just like you!” He screamed at them before turning to me and helping me up. With an arm wrapped around me, he decided that we were going back to his house instead. After a few minutes we got back.

“Go take a shower and wash all that off. You can borrow some of my clothes.” His voice was quiet and filled with sorrow as he looked down. I did as he said and washed up. When I got out of the shower there was a shirt and some pants on the counter for me to wear. I got dressed and put my hair in two braids before making my way towards the kitchen.

“Felix?” I called out weakly, still feeling all my energy drained from what happened just an hour ago.

“I’m in the living room!” He called back. I grabbed a water bottle and made my way over to where he was. Flopping down on the couch, I leaned up against his chest as he began to play with my ears.

“I’m so sorry about everything today…”

“Why?” I was confused by his words.

“People pushed you to the grounds and threw eggs at you! I couldn’t do anything-“

“Stop that.” I mumbled, cutting him off, “You did do something and you weren’t the one throwing stuff so it’s fine. I’m honestly just happy your still my friend.”

“Don’t worry I’d never leave you. You’re to precious to me to just loose you over a small thing like you being a wolf, even if no one else thinks we should be together.” All I did was look up at him for a few seconds as his hands stopped playing with my hair. After about a minute I reached up and kissed his lips. I’m not sure why, I just did. He kissed back but it was just a simple kiss and I pulled back to lay on his chest once again.

“You’re too good for me, bunny boy.”I chuckled out lovingly as he resumed petting my ears.

“You’re too good for me, my little wolf.” With a kiss placed on my head, we turned our attention back to the tv that we watched for a few hours before falling asleep.

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daddyzanchez · 6 years

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Daddyzanchez’ Masterpost

Multi-chapter Fics

Up In The Air (Sugardaddy Rick x Reader) erotica: a multiple chapter fic about your job as a flight attendant that takes a turn, when you meet a tall passenger in an expensive Loro Piana suit.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 /

(On AO3 here)

Oh, Mr. Sanchez (Teacher Rick x Reader) erotica: You finally pull yourself together to do something about the flirting that had been going on between you and Mr. Sanchez - and an affair starts.

Part 1 / Part 2

(On AO3 here)

Kindness and Wrath Series

Handsome; M/M, tying a tie, kissing, sweet touching, suits, fluffy ending - 850 words - Wrath accidentally, nearly, strangling himself when getting angry over trying to tie a tie. Kindness helps (On AO3 here)

Eyes; M/M, JUST FLUFF AND HUGS - 850 words - Kindness sees for the first time (On AO3 here).

Visual; M/M, feels, masturbation, voyeur, anal fingering, ❤️ love making ❤️, blood play (kinda), biting, hickies, loads of kissing - 3900 words - Kindness doesn't want to go to sleep. (On AO3 here)

Erotica

C-137 Rick - Honey, I’m Home; M/F rough oral sex, rough sex, slight name calling and slight bondage - 1600 words - You knew the sound of a portal opening in your sleep, could recognise it in a crowd and it made you giddy. Rick being home after a long adventure with Morty meant that he was short on a dose of you, making him a little rougher than usual, and you loved it. (On AO3 here)

C-137 Rick - The Tables Have Turned; M/F, pegging, rough sex, dirty talk, name calling, tickling, restraints, slight nipple play - 2400 words - It was still slightly surrealistic to know that Rick had willingly done this, let you be in control of him and be the teased one for a change; it was always you, you underneath his touch that sent you to the point of pathetic begging. (On AO3 here)

Flesh Curtains Rick - The Girl Is Mine; M/F, mildly dubious consent (because you have a boyfriend), pussy eating, possessiveness, cheating, roughness - 2400 words - When Flesh Curtains were touring, the opening act was a big part of the whole show altogether. They had to be somewhat talented, likable and most importantly - there should be at least one of the members who Rick could shag senseless backstage when fans weren’t interesting. (On AO3 here)

C-137 Rick - Slow Sex Or Mushy Pancakes; M/F, Morning sex, aching sex, mushy pancakes, rough sex, quickie, slight grinding - 1400 words - In which Reader makes pancakes for breakfast and Rick gets pissy about having to choose between sex or mushy pancakes. He chooses the next best: A quickie and non-mushy pancakes. (On AO3 here)

C-137 Rick - A Slip Of The Tongue; M/F, face-sitting, eating out, daddy kink - 1000 words - It took a moment before you realised what you had just said but when you did, your heart dropped and it felt like a train was hitting you at maximum speed. (On AO3 here)

C-137 Rick - Did You Read It In Cosmopolitan?; M/F, erotic massage, slow sex, love making, feelings, love confessions, blow jobs, just fluffy smut and just so many feelings and being gentle - 3500 words - Rick is away on adventures a lot, making your sex-life consist of a little too many quickies. You want slow for once - you'll never believe what happens next! (On AO3 here)

C-137 Rick - More Than Just A Dance; M/F, dry humping, lap dance, established relationship, house cleaning, coming in pants - 2300 words - Your apartment is in for a Spring cleaning, so when you are mopping the floor whilst shaking your ass to a groovy beat, Rick sees you and orders a dance for himself. (On AO3 here)

Flesh Curtains Rick - Cherry Cheeks; F/M, spanking, bondage, gag-ball, dirty talk, dominant Rick being called master - 2100 words - Don’t be a smart mouth around Rick Sanchez (On AO3 here)

Cop Rick - Below His Mouth; F/M, cunnilingus/eating out, sexting, dirty talk, daddy kink, true love - 1500 words - You and Cop have been two weeks apart and the last texts you have received have been about how much he wanted to eat you out. (On AO3 here)

Flesh Curtains Rick - You Really Got Me Going; F/M, dirty talk, wall sex, clit stimulation, star-fucking - 2200 words - Rick, member of The Flesh Curtains, spots you singing his song at a small karaoke bar. He makes his bodyguard take you to the back. (On AO3 here)

C-137 Rick - I’ll Smack The Brat Out Of You; Genderneutral, spanking, light bondage, dirty talk, daddy kink - 2300 words - It’s been forever since Daddy was out to play. (On AO3 here)

C-137 Rick - Pizza and Persuasion; F/M, cuddles, sleepy cuddles, sex, pizza, lazy days - 1300 words - Should you call in sick for work? Rick persuades you. (On AO3 here)

C-137 Rick - Desperate But So Far Away; F/M, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, phone sex - 2000 words - Rick is not home but today, without him, you simply cannot get off so you decide to get him to call you. (On AO3 here)

C-137 Rick - Achingly Good; F/M, Daddy (Papi) kink, rough sex, a bit of choking, fingering, dom/sub vibes - 1600 words - You call Rick Papi when you want anything but vanilla sex. It drives him wild. (On AO3 here)

Two young Ricks - Double The Fun; F/M/M, threesome, double penetration, anal sex, vaginal sex, blowjob, spanking, daddy kink, possessive behaviour, sex club, creampie, fingering, anal fingering, verbal humiliation, praising - 5400 words - You meet Rick and Rickard at a sex club and things take off from there. (On AO3 here)

Riq IV - Showing You Off; written in genderneutral language and no gender-specific pet names, rough vaginal sex, rough oral sex, forced deep-throating, choking, spanking, slightly bad BDSM etiquette, exhibitionism, voyeur, office/desk sex, sir/pet, collars and leashes, finger sucking - 3900 words - Riq IV invites you for some fun in his office but what you don’t know is that he is in the middle of a video business call when you show up in a leash and skimpy underwear (On AO3 here)

C-137 Rick - New Beginnings And Old Bad Habits; F/M, break-up + post break-up, hurt, IKEA, emotional sex, wall sex, semi-public sex, angst, arguing, tearstearstears - 3550 words - You meet your ex, Rick Sanchez, in IKEA, furniture-shopping, after the two of you split the furniture 50/50 (On AO3 here)

Miami Rick - Gates Of Heaven; F/M, pussy eating, fingering, finger fucking, wet and messy, praise kink, Miami speaks a little Spanish! - 800 words - Miami loves going down on you (On AO3 here)

C-137 Rick - All These Deadlines; F/M, procrastinating, banter, college student, vaginal sex, stress relief sex - 2000 words - You are procrastinating due to a Biology assignment, Rick helps. (On AO3 here)

D-99 Rick - A Long And Hard... Day; F/M, vaginal sex, blow jobs, come swallowing - 2050 words - In which you take care of D-99 after he has had a long day at work. (On AO3 here)

C-137 Rick - In Your Dreams; F/M, dream sex, brief non-consensual kissing, kissing, make-out session, fingering, multiple orgasms - 2500 words - Rick visits you in dreamland for some fun time. (On AO3 here)

C-137 Rick - Interrupted Plans; F/M, fingering, hand jobs, riding, quickie, passionate - 1950 words - Rick portals home briefly (Despite having plans) to take care of you. (On AO3 here)

C-137 Rick - Poking The Bear; M/M, spanking, orgasm denial, sobbing, dirty talk - 2450 words - How To Get A Spanking: You do everything you can to piss off Rick. (On AO3 here)

C-137 Rick - Originality - A New Year’s Eve Story; F/M, clit stimulation, orgasm denial, new year’s countdown - 1450 words - Rick says he wants to make you come as you enter 2019. (On AO3 here)

C-137 Rick - No Chocolates, No Flowers; F/M, Valentine’s Day, cunnilingus, daddy kink, vaginal sex, riding, squirting, passion, sorta rough and sorta sweet, morning sex, vaginal fingering, brief finger sucking - 3000 words - Rick, surprisingly, gives you a Valentine’s present. (On AO3 here)

Zero Rick - Worst Week Ever!!!; F/M, hurt/comfort, comfort sex, vaginal sex, kissing, undressing, fluff - 2580 words - You go to bed in frustration after having had the worst week ever at your job, and Zero is ready to comfort you the best he can. (On AO3 here)

C-137 Rick - A Very Rickdiculous Christmas Present; F/M, Christmas, lingerie, dirty talk, vaginal sex, fingering, creampie - 2000 words - You decide to put Rick in Christmas mood by buying a set of lingerie. (On AO3 here)

SFW work

C-137 Rick - Don’t Ruin My Sheets; genderneutral, bathing/washing, caring for/care-taking, fluff, romantic fluff - 2000 words - Rick comes homes from an adventure, smelling like God knows what - he wants to sleep, in your bed, in your nice sheets with that stench coming from him - hell no, you decide to give him a bath. (On AO3 here)

C-137 Rick - A Cure For Moodiness; genderneutral, non-consensual tickling, tickling, fluff, love confessions - 1600 words - Rick is having a bad day - and given how childish he is when angry, you figure you would have to use childish methods to make it all better. (On AO3 here)

Doofus Rick - Until I Found You; F/M (but can be gender neutral if you simply switch the word girlfriend with boyfriend), cuddling, dating, romance, love, star gazing, fluff - 1500 words - Rick has a romantic surprise for you but what is the occasion? (On AO3 here).

C-137 Rick - Not Interested; F/M, bar fight, men not understanding a ‘not interested’, surprise kissing, protectiveness, Rick being nice and not actually looking for pussy???, sexist/derogatory language about women - 2500 words - Rick comes to your aid when a creepy guy cannot understand that not interested means not interested. (On AO3 here)

C-137 Rick - Enough!; F/M (but can be M/M, if you want), scoldings, flirting, oh no we have a date all of a sudden - 1700 words - Rick Sanchez keeps trying to drag Morty out of your class but one day, you put your foot down. (On AO3 here)

C-137 Rick - Perfect Imperfections; genderneutral, depression, emotional hurt/comfort, self-hatred, alcohol, comforting embraces, crying/sobbing - 1400 words - Rick tries to comfort you in his own way when your depression is at its high (On AO3 here)

C-137 Rick - You’re A Softie, Rick Sanchez; F/M, Rick’s POV, couch cuddles, kissing, true love, fluff - approximately 800 words - Rick is lost in thought when looking at you (On AO3 here)

C-137 Rick - I Can’t Protect You; F/M, danger, spaceship crash, description of blood, true love, Rick is hurt and vulnerable - 1150 words - Rick and you crash on unknown territory, which causes Rick to have second thoughts about the two of you. (On AO3 here)

Flesh Curtains Rick - Silent Dressing Rooms; F/M, The Flesh Curtains, Diane Sanchez, teen romance, heartbreak, angst and feels - 1800 words - In this story, Diane and Rick did not end up together. They were simply teen lovers, now meeting backstage after 30ish years after a concert by The Flesh Curtains. (On AO3 here)

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bitsandbobsandstuff · 6 years

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The one where Bucky and Steve get married

Summary: Where Bucky is the world’s deadliest bridezilla, Steve gets a ‘close’ shave with a Cold Steel Recon knife, Bucky gets sentimental about flowers, and the boys get married.

Characters: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers; Best Man Sam Wilson, Best Woman Natasha Romanoff; Tony Stark gets a license

Warnings: Bad language words, lots of sassy Bucky, brief mention of knife play. So much fluff. A bit of SMUT, so please follow the rules and be 18+ to read (or at least skip the shaving scene).

A/N: Here’s my story for @hellomissmabel ‘s birthday and 2k follower celebration, congrats again Annie! The idea was to include ‘yellow roses’ into a story, and in case you didn’t know, yellow roses are all about new beginnings. That’s always an excellent theme with our favourite boys, right?

A/N 2: Want to read it in Chinese instead? Find the translation here!

MASTERLIST

***** THE BIG DAY (EARLY MORNING)

Steve Rogers is wrapped in a warm, fluffy blanket burrito when the bedroom door slams open. It booms like canon fire and he jerks awake with a shout, tumbles off the bed, and smashes his head on the nightstand.

Scrambling to untangle from the sheets, he scrubs the grit from his eyes and looks around in a panic.

Bucky Barnes stands in the doorway, wearing nothing but electric blue boxers and a massive smile. He’s holding his toothbrush in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other.

He is the only human being on the planet who drinks coffee while he brushes his teeth.

He’s fucking weird.

Steve loves him so fucking much.

“Wakey, wakey bitch! We’re getting married today!” Bucky takes a huge slug of coffee, and pops his toothbrush back in his mouth. He’s grinning at Steve while he brushes, flecks of white foam dripping to the floor.

“You’re fucking weird.” Steve mumbles, collapsing back to the floor.

Bucky laughs at the top of his lungs.

*****

SIX WEEKS EARLIER

Sam sprints alongside Steve. He has so many questions.

“So, you’re doing all the traditional wedding shit?”

“Jesus, of course. Bucky insisted. His list gets longer every damn day.”

Sam’s picturing things like ‘make everyone do the Jitterbug’ and ‘recite old-timey poetry’ so he’s intrigued.

“What’s on his list?”

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Bucky slaps a piece of paper on the table. Steve glances at the headline.

ALL THE SHIT I WANT TO DO AT MY OUR WEDDING

“The hell’s this?”

“We’re getting married asshole. We need to plan.”

“I’m aware you dick, I just thought you got a wedding planner.”

“I fired her. She was fucking with my vision. Anyway, these are things I want.”

Steve picks up the list. “Writing our own vows, string quartet, customised rings. Sure, these are easy enough. Can I veto us doing the YMCA though? I hate that song.

“No. It’s my wedding and I want to do the YMCA.” The look on his face indicates he is unlikely to be swayed.

“Jesus, bridezilla. Fine.” He keeps reading. “How are you going to throw a bouquet, you’re not carrying flowers?”

Steve looks up.

Murderous Winter Soldier bridal glare.

“Okay, okay, sorry, we’ll find something for you to throw. You want to give fake grenades as party favours?”

“You’re supposed to give party favours that reflect who you are as a couple and since I really like grenade launchers and you really like having grenades launched at you, I think this is good. Maybe later that night, we can have people roll them on the floor and you could jump on them and remind us all that you’re an idiot with no sense of self-preservation.”

Steve clenches his jaw.

Murderous Winter Soldier bridal glare is back.

Steve lets it go. Back to the list.

“Shoving cake in Steve’s face – what the fuck is this about?”

“It’s a tradition. Don’t argue with me.”

“But why do you get to do it? Why can’t I shove it in your face?”

“Uh, because it’s my wedding and you said I got to pick anything I want, and this is what I want. Don’t ruin my special day Steve.”

“I’m not, I was just – “

“No excuses. Get on board the wedding train punk.”

Steve crumples the paper into a ball and throws it at him. “You’re a dumbass.”

“Choo choo motherfucker.”

---

Sam has to stop, he’s laughing too hard at this point.

“He also wants everyone to stand up when he walks down the aisle.” Steve shrugs. “But you know. Whatever makes him happy.”

Sam’s nearly hyperventilating. “This is the best damn conversation I’ve had all month. Has he made any decisions you’re actually pissed about?”

Steve huffs irritably. “Well, there’s one thing. This whole ‘carrying someone across the threshold’ shit. He said he was carrying me, I disagreed and said I wanted to carry him. So we had an arm wrestling contest to decide.”

“Yeah? And?”

“And Bucky is a dirty, lying, cheating cocksucker.”

“So, you’re saying you lost?”

“What I’m saying, is that I don’t know why I’m still surprised when he cheats at everything, after knowing him for a hundred god damn years.” Steve retorts, scratching his chin. “He’s a real piece of shit sometimes.”

“True. But he’s your piece of shit.”

“True.” Steve agrees. “Thank god.”

*****

THREE WEEKS EARLIER

Bucky likes lists. He makes them for everything. Sometimes he makes lists and puts ‘make a list’ on the list, just so he can cross it off.

He’s sitting at the kitchen counter chewing on a piece of beef jerky, reading his latest updates.

SHIT TO DO BEFORE MY OUR WEDDING

Confirm the cake (Cake tasting was a religious experience. Bucky swears he saw the face of God in that buttercream frosting.)

Pick my entrance song (The best song. He found the best fucking song.)

Order flowers (He’s already picked them out, just needs to place the order. He really hopes Steve gets the sentiment.)

“You better move your ass if you need to order flowers. They book way in advance.” Natasha is leaning over his shoulder, stealing his beef jerky and examining his list.

“Don’t take my fucking things Natalia.” He snatches for the beef jerky, but she ducks away.

“What kind of flowers are you getting? Do I need to help you? I don’t want you to ruin this.”

“Yeah thanks, it’s not real hard, just a couple yellow roses. I’ll manage.”

“Sounds lazy. Tell me why.”

Bucky smirks at her, before it fades into an honest to goodness smile. She watches the adoration flood his features. He tells her a story.

“Did you know, before the serum, Steve was colour-blind?”

Natasha raises her eyebrows. “Interesting. That wasn’t in the files.”

Bucky hums. “Yep. Couldn’t see much besides shades of grey. Remember him saying, when he opened his eyes coming out of that tube, actually saw colour, first thing he noticed was Carter’s red lipstick. Shocked him so much he threw up on her shoes.”

He barks out a laugh at the image. It’s one of those stories Bucky loves to tell, partly because it’s endearing as fuck.

Mostly because he lives for the embarrassment on Steve’s face.

“Anyway, back in the day, all the guys used to wear flowers when we went out Saturday nights. There was an old lady who had a stand outside the Fulton Street El, and I always stopped to negotiate – I’m a master fucking negotiator, by the way – to get us a couple.”

---

1939, Brooklyn: Steve’s sitting cross-legged on the floor, a battered tin of shoe polish in one hand, his worn leather boot in the other. He glances to the rusted silver clock on their bookcase, wondering when the hell Bucky’s getting home, when he hears heavy footsteps pounding up the stairs.

He’s a whirlwind when he bursts through the door, throwing his bag on the floor, toeing off his shoes as he walks.

“I know, I know, I’m late! Don’t be mad, had to make a stop.” Bucky’s breathing fast, sweaty pieces of hair plastered to his forehead when he rips his flat cap off, flinging it across the room. His bright blue eyes are wild with laughter as he throws a packet of parchment paper into Steve’s lap.

He keeps talking, struggling with the buttons of his shirt, his voice muffled when he gets too impatient and tries to rip it over his head instead. “I stand by it Stevie, cross my fucking heart, I’m the most charming motherfucker in Brooklyn. Wait’ll you hear the deal she gave me, god damn.”

He finally gets the shirt over his head, leaving his dark hair sticking in every direction. “Lemme have a quick wash and we’ll go.”

Giving Steve a roguish wink, he rushes off, dirty clothes flying as he strips.

Steve rolls his eyes. He opens the packet and two yellow roses drop to the floor.

---

“So why yellow roses?” Natasha questions. She’s still eating his beef jerky.

Bucky goes back to his list. “One, roses are my favourite. And two, I always get him yellow. Used to be the only colour Steve could see.”

Natasha pauses mid-chew. She opens her mouth to speak, but for the first time in a long while, she can’t find the words. It’s the most genuine thing she’s ever heard him say.

“That’s – really sweet, Barnes.”

“I know. M’fucking awesome.”

*****

THE BIG DAY (EARLY AFTERNOON)

Steve stands in the bathroom, perusing his face. Running his hand over his beard, he makes a snap decision.

“Think I want to shave.” Steve announces, glancing at Bucky in the mirror. “Might be nice. Fresh start or whatever.”

Bucky’s lounging against the bathroom door. He’s been wandering around the compound all day in those electric blue boxers, shouting directions at everyone, and for some unknown reason, he’s now paired them with his black combat boots.

Seriously. He’s so weird sometimes.

Seriously. Steve loves him so fucking much.

Bucky sizes him up, before giving a decisive nod. “I agree. And you should let me do it.”

Steve narrows his eyes. “Not likely. I’ll end up with some shit moustache or missing half an eyebrow.”

“Like I would do that. I’m not ruining my wedding photos with your face looking stupid.”

Steve’s lips twitch.

“Fine. Give me a shave.”

Bucky’s delighted. He stomps back into the bedroom and grabs the desk chair, dragging it into their cavernous bathroom. Situating it in front of the mirror, he pushes Steve down and drapes a towel over his shoulders. Fumbling under the sink, he knocks over every bottle he sees, until he finds the half-empty can of shaving cream stashed at the back. He flips the lid off and throws it across the room, aiming for the trashcan. Missing completely.

“Nice one.” Steve comments.

“Shut your pie-hole.” Bucky replies.

Giving the can an aggressive couple shakes, Bucky sprays every last bit of cream into his hands and pauses, peering at Steve with a look of intense concentration. Then his face clears and he slaps his hands onto Steve’s cheeks, smearing the white fluff all over his face and neck.

Steve belatedly realises this may have been a mistake.

When he’s finally satisfied the shaving cream is spread evenly, Bucky gives him a mocking salute. Steve’s momentarily confused when Bucky then props his boot on the chair between Steve’s knees, until he reaches down the side and pulls out his newest tactical knife. A shiny Cold Steel Recon 1.

“No.” Steve argues.

“Yes.” Bucky insists.

“Jesus.” Steve sighs.

Flipping the knife to switch his grip, Bucky climbs into Steve’s lap. He grinds his hips down, rubbing against Steve’s crotch with an exaggerated groan. Steve’s hands automatically grip his hips, locking Bucky in place, a look of resigned patience on his face.

Clasping Steve’s jaw in his fingers, Bucky tilts his head back and forth, a sculptor looking for the perfect angle. When he finds it, he turns Steve’s face to the side and leans forward, the sharp edge of the blade positioned carefully at the bottom of Steve’s sideburns.

Something about the whole thing seems familiar.

---

1944, France: The rain is coming down in actual sheets at this point. Bucky trudges to the entrance of the tent, his blue overcoat draped over his head. It’s completely soaked and heavy as hell.

He’s so pissed off.

Ducking under the tent flap, he shakes out his hair and glares at Steve.

“You know what? Fuck France. Fuck Hitler, fuck Hydra, fuck Phillips, fuck the god damn rain, fuck everything.”

Steve looks up from the cracked mirror in front of him, towelling away the remaining bits of soap from his newly smooth face. “So, honey, how was your day?”

Bucky grunts. “Fucking terrible. I’m so ready to go home.”

“You look like shit. If you sit, I’ll give you a shave.”

“I’m out of razors, got nothing until the next mail delivery.” Bucky sighs heavily, flinging himself onto Steve’s cot, disappointment roiling through his gut. His face itches like hell.

“Use a knife. Works just as well.”

Bucky sits up and wonders why he hasn’t thought of this. “Well fuck me sideways Stevie. Still some brains left in that thick skull after all.”

Steve snatches up the bowl of soapy water and plunks it at their feet, splashing Bucky’s mud-covered boots. He grabs the remainder of his soap, and scrubs his hands together, getting a good lather.

Standing above Bucky, he tilts his head and looks down, a devilish little smirk curling up his lips.

Bucky looks up warily. “I’m going to regret that last comment, aren’t I.” he states flatly.

“Possibly,” Steve mumbles. He sinks down onto Bucky’s lap, straddles his thighs. Pats soap on his face. Grinds himself against Bucky with a breathless little whine.

“Aw hell.” Bucky whispers hoarsely, his hands reaching up to grip Steve’s ass tightly. “You’re such a little tease, Rogers.”

“Am I?”

“Yes. Yes, you really fucking are.”

---

A great idea pops into Bucky’s head.

Steve spots the sudden gleam in his eyes, and grunts. “Whatever you’re thinking, stop. I’m serious Buck.”

The gleam is replaced by a look of pure innocence, which is to say, a look that spells absolute trouble.

“Put your hands behind the chair Stevie.”

“Yeah, no. Not happening.”

Bucky presses the knife a little closer, the blade biting into Steve’s skin. “If you don’t, I swear to god I’ll shave a bald strip straight through your hair.”

“Well, then I guess our wedding photos will look pretty stupid, and that’ll be on your head.”

Bucky tries another route. His husky, wheedling voice usually works.

“Please baby? I just want to try something.”

Success.

“I hate you.” Steve mutters. Folding his arms behind the chair, he links his fingers together and looks at Bucky with a martyred expression.

Bucky taps his metal fingers against Steve’s bare chest, marvelling at the splotchy pink flush that’s creeping across Steve’s torso. Keeping his knife balanced on Steve’s cheek, he stands, still straddling the chair, while his hand drifts down to the waistband of Steve’s sweatpants. He slips the tips of his fingers under the fabric. Nudges Steve to lift his ass so he can tug them down.

Bucky grins.

Steve huffs.

Bucky slides his hand down.

Steve clenches his teeth, trying to stay still.

Bucky wraps cool fingers tight around the base of Steve’s cock and gives a good squeeze.

“Jesus Christ Bucky,” Steve hisses.

Fun fact. Bucky’s been ambidextrous his entire life. It’s one of the reasons he’s so good in combat, can switch hands in a knife fight, can shoot from any angle. His brain can always disconnect the movements, allowing him to use each arm independently and equally.

Right now, he wants to use one exceptionally slow. And the other, well, maybe less slow.

Bucky carefully scrapes the first path down Steve’s cheek with his knife, cleanly removing a line of gold bristles. He hums ‘Here Comes the Bride’ as he wipes the dirty blade on the towel.

His other hand grips Steve’s cock, pumping him with lazy strokes.

Steve groans quietly.

Another deliberate, scratchy slice down Steve’s jawline. Metal fingers move faster, his wrist giving a little twist at the upturn of every stroke.

Steve groans louder.

He balances the knife on Steve’s upper lip, noticing the sweat beading Steve’s forehead. He leans forward and licks it away. Drags his knife down. Jerks Steve’s dick faster.

Steve starts swearing.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Bucky murmurs. Steve says nothing, just gives him a soft grunt.

That won’t do.

Bucky stops moving and nicks Steve’s skin with the blade when he doesn’t respond. “Answer me.”

“Gah! Yes, yes it feels good. Really fucking good.” Steve rasps, closing his eyes.

“Okay then.” Bucky’s mollified. He repositions his knife on the other side of Steve’s face.

Steve catches his bottom lip between his teeth, harsh pants in his throat when Bucky’s hand starts stroking him again, while the blade moves leisurely over his cheek, over his throat. He feels warm breath on his face and opens his eyes to find Bucky nose to nose with him, a sly smile on his face.

“You gonna come for me?” Bucky growls low, lips brushing lightly against Steve’s. He twists his wrist again, rubs his thumb over the tip of Steve’s cock one more time, and it’s that signature move that drops Steve over the edge. He comes hard, hands still linked behind the chair, hips bucking while he fucks himself frantically up into Bucky’s hand.

“Fuck, fuck, shit, that’s – fuck.” Steve chokes.

“Tell me about it.” Bucky says smugly.

Bucky keeps up the gentle, leisurely strokes while Steve catches his breath. His blade makes a few final swipes across Steve’s face, cleaning up the remaining shaving cream.

He tosses the knife carelessly over his shoulder, where it clatters in the sink. He sits back in Steve’s lap, assesses his work. Gives himself a verbal pat on the back.

“Damn I’m good. At shaving and hand jobs. I could make a career out of it.”

Steve gives him his annoyed Captain face. Bucky likes that look. It’s hot.

“Can you shut up and get me a towel, I have cum in my fucking hair.”

“Just leave it there.”

“What?”

“You’re supposed to wear white Steve, it’s our wedding.”

“Oh my god.”

*****

20 MINUTES BEFORE THE BIG MOMENT

Bucky barrels into the room, just as Steve’s fixing the knot on his tie.

He skids to a stop, and they turn inspect each other, a matching pair of shit-eating grins lighting up both faces.

Bucky’s dressed head to toe in black, a dark blue dress shirt his only concession to colour. Steve’s a mirror opposite, dressed in navy blue, a black shirt completing the look.

“You realise we’re not supposed to see each other before the ceremony.” Steve reminds. “It’s bad luck.”

Bucky snorts. “We’ve fulfilled a lifetime quota of bad luck, Fate can kiss my fucking ass at this point. Besides, I got something for you.”

He produces a small parchment bag, and cracks it open, pulling out two bright yellow roses.

For the first time all day, Bucky’s voice softens, all hints of snark and sarcasm vanishing.

“Not sure if you’ll remember this, fucking surprised I remember, but, uh, yellow roses are kind of our thing.”

The bashful nervousness on Bucky’s face promptly melts Steve’s heart.

“Buck. Yeah, ‘course I remember.”

They’re quiet for a moment, contemplating the decades of misery and horror and death they’ve waded through, to get here today.

Worth it, Bucky thinks fiercely. Completely worth it.

He quickly pins a flower on his jacket, and moves closer to Steve with the other.

“Anyway, so I’m telling the florist all about us, and she mentioned something.” He pushes the straight pin through the thick fabric, hooking the rose onto Steve’s lapel. “She told me yellow roses have a meaning. You know what it is?”

Steve shakes his head. Partly because he likes to hear Bucky tell a story. Mostly because there’s a lump in his throat and he can’t speak.

“Yellow roses, they mean new beginnings. Chance to forget the past, get a fresh start.”

He gives the flower a final adjustment, stands back to admire. Lifts an eyebrow at Steve.

Steve nods slowly. Curls his hand behind Bucky’s neck and pulls him close. “Sounds good to me.”

*****

THE BIG MOMENT

The enormous canopy resembles a clean white circus tent, sitting at the edge of the compound’s property. Like the master tactician he is, Bucky had paced out the measurements eleven different times, picturing every minute detail of every possible scenario, before he settled on this configuration.

About fucking time all those years of intricate ops planning came in useful.

Guests are filing in, the chatter of familiar voices rising and falling. They kept the invitee list small. Bucky might have invited the entire population of New York City if Steve had let him (he wants everyone to witness the best god damn day of his life), but Steve was hoping for something more intimate.

“Okay. After all Steve,” Bucky told him graciously. “It’s your day too.”

They also agreed on a small wedding party. Three friendly faces standing up with them. Sam and Nat were a given. The third was somewhat of a surprise.

---

Tony strolls into the kitchen while Bucky’s making another list and Steve’s making another coffee.

“Boys. Who’s officiating your wedding?”

“Well – “

“No problem, glad you asked, I’m happy to do it. In fact, here’s my new officiant’s license. I was ordained through Google at 10:43 this morning.”

Steve glances to Bucky, who looks up from his list. He scrutinises Tony for a minute and shrugs.

“Works for me. Long as you don’t fuck up my special day, I don’t give a shit.”

Tony claps his hands together. “Excellent, there’s the tearful appreciation I was hoping for.”

---

Steve stands at the front of the aisle, hands jammed in his pockets. Sam and Tony are flanking him, trading amused glances as Steve fidgets nervously.

Just like Bucky requested, there’s a four-piece string quartet set-up behind them, the violin and cello a soothing sound on his nerves. Until Steve’s realises they’re playing a medley of Britney Spears and Led Zeppelin.

Which, okay, it makes sense. Bucky’s two favourite artists.

Literally, Bucky Barnes is so fucking weird.

Literally, Steve Rogers is so fucking in love with him.

There’s a change in tune and the crowd turns to stand.

At the far end of the aisle, Bucky steps up with Natasha at his side.

After an internal debate with himself, Bucky asked her to escort him down the aisle. Said he was afraid if she went first, no one would pay attention to him, and since it was his big day, that would really piss him off. In reality, he had a minor panic attack at the thought of walking by himself. Not that Nat needs to know.

Although, she probably definitely knows. After all, it’s Natasha.

Bucky meets Steve’s eyes, and for a moment he forgets to breathe.

People say a lot of shit about weddings. About how you’re going to feel when you see your person at the other end of the aisle, about how it feels like there’s no one else in the world except the two of you. How everything around you goes quiet.

Steve always scoffed. “Dumb.”

Bucky scoffed louder. “Lame.”

Both realise in this instant, how utterly wrong they were. It’s actually true. Time stops. The world fades away. You really do only see each other.

Natasha urges Bucky forward, and Steve’s ears prick at the song the violins are now playing. Bucky decided to go with ‘Sexy Back’ as his entrance song.

Of course he did.

It’s a lifetime until they reach the front of the aisle, but they finally arrive.

Natasha releases Bucky’s arm, flashing a fond smile as she considers them. Satisfied with what she finds, she gives them both a gentle slap on the ass, and takes her place behind Bucky.

Steve gives Tony a nod to begin, then turns every ounce of his attention to the man in front of him.

“Dearly beloved, and some who are less than beloved but you were invited anyway, we’re gathered here today to celebrate the union of two very old souls. And yes ladies and gentleman, there will be several old man jokes through the night, because hey, you’ve all met me. So, Steve Rogers and James Barnes. Two guys who have – who have literally walked through hell on earth, just to find each other. If you’ll forgive my sickeningly sappy sentiment for a moment please, let me just say – love is rare. When you find it, if you find it, hold on tight. If you’re lucky, you might end up with something even half as great as what Cap and Barnes have.”

Tony Stark, a fool for love. He’ll never live this down.

“Anyway. Let’s cut to the chase. They want to say some things to each other. Barnes, you’re up.”

For all his bravado, Bucky suddenly feels like his mouth is full of sand. But then Steve gives him a wink, and the anxiety disappears.

Bucky clears his throat.

“Stevie. I’ve spent too many years lost in my own head. Stuck behind the glass, terrified and screaming, with – with no one to hear me. I thought I’d be trapped in there forever, but then you showed up, kicking down every door to get me out. Nothing’s ever come easy for us, Fate’s kicked us both in the balls over and over, but here’s the thing. If I had to go through everything again, for even the slightest chance I could end up here today with you, I’d walk straight into the fire with a smile on my face. Don’t have to be scared anymore, I know you’ll always bring me back. ‘Cause you – you’re the only god damn thing I’ve ever been sure of.

Bucky’s practised in front of his mirror every night for months. On one hand, he’s annoyed with himself for choking up at the end. On the other, he’s pretty proud of the way Steve’s face has gone all scrunchy. He chalks it up as a win.

Steve clears his throat.

“Buck, I’ve spent damn near all my life chasing you. Trying to keep up when we were kids, following you into the war. Running across the globe to get you back once I found you again. My whole life, it’s been pivoting around this one single thing, this – this anchor. And that’s you. I’ve loved you since we were kids, and I’ve been in love with you, hopelessly, madly, and completely, since before I even knew what it meant. I’ll follow you to the ends of the earth Bucky, into hell and back, if it means I get to wake up beside you every morning, and fall asleep with you every night. I’ll love you a million different ways, as long as you’ll let me. Now until forever.

Steve knows there’s an endless supply of sarcasm, lewd innuendos, and dirty jokes Bucky has stored up over the years, ready to fire at him in a moment’s notice. But with these words, he’s finally turned Buck speechless. And it’s pretty fucking awesome.

“Rings and vows?” And yes, Tony might kick his own ass later, when he thinks back to the pathetically high-pitched register of his voice in this moment.

Steve reaches behind, feels Sam slip the ring into his hand. He picks up Bucky’s right hand, takes a deep breath.

“I, Steven Grant Rogers, take you, James Buchanan Barnes, to be my lawfully wedded husband. To have and to love, through good times and bad times, and everything in-between. I promise to stay at your side, to stand with you and for you, from now until death should part us.”

Bucky blinks rapidly as he looks back at Steve, trying to keep the tears away. He reaches blindly behind him, feels Natasha drop Steve’s ring in his hand.

He grips Steve’s right hand, gazing at his fingers for a moment. Before the wedding, they had agreed since Bucky would use his right hand for the ring, Steve would do the same. To everyone else, it’s a small thing.

To Bucky, the gesture is priceless. He looks up into Steve’s sky blue eyes.

“I, James Buchanan Barnes, take you, Steven Grant Rogers, to be my lawfully wedded husband. To have and to love, through good times and bad times, and everything in-between. I promise to stay at your side, to stand with you and for you, from now until death should part us.”

Bucky slides the ring on. He turns Steve’s hand over and presses a kiss into his palm.

Christ, there’s not a dry eye in the fucking house, Tony thinks contemptuously. As he furtively dries his eyes. He nearly shouts the final words in a rush, praying to get them out before his voice cracks.

“By the power vested in me by the state of New York and the official paperwork I got off the internet saying I’m legal to perform this ceremony, I now pronounce you married.” Here Tony pauses for a breath, glances between them. “Okay boys, you’re good. Go on and make out.”

They stare at each other, savouring the moment. Steve and Bucky. Bucky and Steve. It’s one hell of a love story.

Like magnets, they come together, and because Steve knows Bucky’s a sucker for overly dramatic displays of affection, he goes in for the kill, spinning him sideways and dipping him back.

Clapping and wolf-whistles surround them. Friends laughing as the kiss goes on and on.

They finally break apart, foreheads still touching to catch those last words, the ones spoken for each other’s ears alone.

“We still doing that whole end of the line thing?”

“Nah, not long enough. Till the end of time, Buck.”

*****

(For anyone wondering, much to his chagrin, Steve did in fact dance to the YMCA at his wedding. Phil Coulson has 43 high-res photos to prove it.)

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This time, I wanted to do something a little different than decorating an apartment, so I decided to create a whopping 40 Cats and Dogs for you guys to Adopt! They range from all ages, sizes and personalities!

You can find each and everyone one of them on my Origin: boeybum. Or, you can download their Tray files from SimFileShare (no adfly) below, linked to their names.

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Welcome to the grand opening of Cowplant-Pizza Adoption Centre! Here are our current residents profiles! (in order, left -> right)

Cats: Kittens:

Nougat - Talkative, Skittish, Fluffy - Mixed Breed

A little bundle of joy for your families! Nougat came to us a few weeks ago, alone and scared. She is very skittish and nervous of new people, but has shown a huge amount of affection once she gets comfortable with you. I recommend Nougat being the only Pet in the family until she regains her confidence!

Taco - Playful, Spoilt, Frisky - British Shorthair

This little dude is full of life! He is extremely playful and is always finding things to chase. He loves to run and hide, jump and climb. He might be a little bit of a handful, but Taco is a lovely addition to any family.

Lulu - Affectionate, Playful, Skittish - Mixed Breed

Lulu is a tiny little bundle of love. She wants constant cuddles and is always in the mood to play. She came to us through unfortunate circumstances, leaving her jumpy and nervous to loud noises and other cats. I recommend her being the only cat in the family.

Kia - Skittish, Curious, Frisky - Mixed Breed

Kia was the runt of a litter, so is very skittish when it comes to meeting new people. She dislikes being around peoples feet, so likes to sit up high (often on the fridge!) so she can watch the world go by from a safe spot! She loves to chase mice and investigate new smells.

Mr. Wiggles - Clever, Playful, Affectionate - Mixed Breed

Mr. Wiggles is the embodiment of your dream kitten. He is full of cuddles, play times and even learning tricks! He loves to learn new things, and will be your best friend for life. Be careful where you step, because he’ll always be somewhere close by!

Princess - Affectionate, Spoilt, Prowler - Mixed Breed

Princess acquired her name for a very good reason, because she acts like royalty. Don’t expect her to do anything you tell her to, because she wont! However, just because she’s a bit of a suborn kitty, doesn’t mean she has any less love to give.

Mojo - Glutton, Fluffy, Curious - Mixed Breed

Mojo is a big ball of fluffy cuddles. He loves nothing more than eating! After a big meal, he’ll curl up in your lap for a long nap. But not before long, he’ll either be off investigating a mouse hole, or begging for another bowl of food!

Luna - Clever, Playful, Prowler - Mixed Breed

Luna is a beautiful kitten with shining green eyes, however, she might not sit still long enough for you to admire her! She is a pocket rocket who loves to run, pounce, chase, catch and climb.

Dakota - Affectionate, Friendly, Playful - Mixed Breed

A tiny ball of love and cuddles, Dakota is the perfect addition to any household, and a best friend for life. Make sure to get plenty of toys, because she will need them to keep occupied when she finally decides to stop pestering you for cuddles.

Adults:

Tom - Affectionate, Fluffy, Lazy - Mixed Breed

Tom has been in our care since he was a kitten due to his unusual looks and short tail. However, if you can look past his goofy crossed eyes, he is a best friend to anyone. He’s just waiting for the right person to come along and look past his features and to look into his heart.

Disco - Mischievous, Prowler, Aloof - Mixed Breed

Disco was found a few months ago hunting through our bins behind the shelter. We immediately fell in love with his unusual coat colours. We later found that he has traces of Raccoon in him! Who knows what his mother was up to! He is a very mischievous boy, who is always getting into trouble. But who could stay mad at that face? Not us!

Cinnamon - Spoilt, Lazy, Territorial - Mixed Breed

Cinnamon is definitely the Queen of the shelter. She is always bossing the other cats about, and even sometimes the staff! She loves long naps by the fire while being brushed or stroked.

Buzz - Aloof, Clever, Mischievous - Sphynx

Buzz is a little troublemaker. He’s always up to something! But don’t take this little bundle of joy as an idiot, because Buzz is the cleverest cat you will ever meet! And in between his plans to take over the world, there’s of course always time for a nap with his mum/dad.

Precious - Mischievous, Playful, Affectionate - Sphynx

Poor Precious came to us in a terrible state, and has been left sadly blinded through neglect. However she does not let this get to her, and is still on her way to being the criminal mastermind she has always dreamed of being!

Bobby - Fluffy, Lazy, Aloof - Siberian

Bobby is a fat, fluffy, lazy cat. You’ll often find him curled up in places where he really shouldn’t be, eg. washing baskets, beds, your favourite chair. But his favourite place of all is next to you.

Elders:

Magnus - Affectionate, Friendly, Lazy - Mixed Breed

Magnus is an old chap who was found alone in a back garden. We are unsure of his history, but we can confidently say that he might be the friendliest stray ever if he has been alone his whole life.

Duchess - Affectionate, Friendly, Lazy - American Shorthair

Duchess is a beautiful cat left to our care after her owner sadly passed away last month. She is very lonely now, and has so much more love to give. Could you give this girl a home for the last few years of her life?

Dyno - Territorial, Prowler, Mischievous - Bombay Cat

Dyno is a grumpy old man in cat form. He hates younger cats and is very protective of his family and home. He loves to hunt birds and mice, and often seems a lot like a kitten.

Dogs: Puppies:

Cludo - Glutton, Playful, Hairy - Mixed Breed

This little chap is full of energy and full of food! We have never known a puppy eat so much and then want to play for hours straight afterwards. Cludo is very fluffy and loves a good snuggle.

Merlin - Playful, Hunter, Adventurous - Mixed Breed

Merlin is one of those puppies that never sit still! He needs a very active household to take him on many adventurous and to many interesting places. He’s very eager to get out there and to meet the world with his companion!

Kodey - Adventurous, Active, Loyal - Mixed Breed

Kodey is a funny looking boy with a goofy personality. Perfect for an active owner, Kodey loves long walks and jogs through the forest, fields and beach! But don’t worry, he’ll never run off far, as Kodey will be by your side forever.

Paris - Clever, Friendly, Hunter - Mixed Breed

A tiny ball of fur and cuddles, Paris is a loving dog looking for a loving home. She is always looking for hugs, kisses and play. She learns tricks very fast and will even go out hunting for you!

Speckles and Zoey - Active, Jumpy, Friendly. Clever, Playful, Adventurous - Mixed Breed

Speckles and Zoey come as a pair. Twin puppies who were brought to us after an unwanted pregnancy. Speckles is very shy, but has lots of love to give. His confidence definitely shines when around his sister Zoey, who loves to play and run! These two are like chalk and cheese, but they are two peas in a pod.

King - Loyal, Couch Potato, Hairy - Tibetan Mastif

King is the biggest and goofiest puppy you will ever see. He is loving and loyal. However this might become a problem if he continues to think he’s a puppy and tries to lie on your lap every night...

Adults:

Maddie - Glutton, Playful, Sleuth - Great Pyrenees

Maddie is a huge bundle of love and joy fit for any family. She will smother you (literally) in love and play. But make sure to keep a bowl of food down at all times, because being that big means you have a big appetite!

Sadie - Clever, Playful, Hairy - Poodle

This girl is the most fashionable Poodle ever. Fit for a well dressed (or not) family, Sadie will bring you years of fun. Be sure to make use of her very clever mind too! This girl might win you a competition or a few!

Daisy - Playful, Stubborn, Vocal - Havanese

This tiny bundle of fun is quite the handful! I recommend an experienced owner in re homing Daisy. Once you have gotten used to her stubborn attitude, she’ll be your best friend.

Rosie - Loyal, Couch Potato, Glutton - Rottweiler

Rosie is a big, floppy doggy, who will love you more than anything. Well, maybe she loves naps a little bit more. Hmmm, or maybe her food... But she’s definitely full of love!

Penny - Clever, Loyal, Aggressive - Poodle

Penny has had a very troubled past, so needs to be the only pet in this family. She has a huge amount of love to give, but is very hesitant with strangers. She needs a lot of support and encouragement.

Boomer - Couch Potato, Glutton, Hunter - Mixed Breed

Boomer is another one of our blind residents. But don’t let that put you off this goofy bundle of love. His favourite thing in the world is to curl up with you after a long days hunting and eating, and eating some more.

Lilly - Glutton, Troublemaker, Vocal - Lhasa Aspo

Lilly might look small and cute, but she is definitely a lady who can stick up for herself! She loves to get up to no good when your backs turned (normally burring her head into the dog food bag!) And she’ll be certain to let you know when she’s hungry!

Gunner - Hairy, Active, Independant - Labradoodle

Gunner is a very active boy who needs a family to take him on lots of long walks in new and interesting places. He doesn’t need much love and cuddles, but still appreciates them non the less!

Spot - Friendly, Active, Stubborn - English Setter

Spot is another one of our dogs that has a lot of energy and needs lots of walks. Expect him to greet everyone he meets with a friendly lick and nudge of the nose. He loves attention, but isn’t too receptive to learning tricks.

Astrid - Clever, Vocal, Loyal - German Shepherd

An unusually coloured German Shepherd, Astrid makes it known that she is one special lady. She’s extremely clever and will make a brilliant companion to anyone willing to give her the time of day.

Elders:

Joey - Clever, Couch Potato, Loyal - Giant Schnauzer

Joey is an old boy. He has arrived at the Shelter due to his life time best friend passing away. He is full of love, but very lonely here. He obviously misses his owner very much, and we just can't possibly fill that hole. If you have space for a big furry bundle of joy in your life, please consider adopting an older dog. Joey would love a companion to love him for the rest of his days!

Balto - Active, Jumpy, Friendly - Mixed Breed

Balto, an old sledging dog, is looking for a family to spend his final years with, winding down after a life of activity and fun. Don’t let his old age fool you though, as this old guy still needs plenty of play and walks!

Sasha - Friendly, Couch Potato, Sleuth - Schnoodle

A Queen in her past life, Sasha loves nothing more than to be pampered by a nice warm fire, curled up next to you with the TV on in the background. This old girl doesn’t let age slow her down, and is still desperate to learn everything she can about the world before Grim comes to take her away!

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calmcal · 6 years

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happier part two

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Summary: It takes time to move on from your first love, and maybe Billy is finally ready to be happy again.

part one

Paring: billy hargrove X reader { female }, steve harrington x reader

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: nothing

Author Note: Okay wow I didn’t think that people were going to like this as much as you guys did, but like THANK YOU. Seriously I loved writing this and I am so proud of it, and I love it so much and I’m glad you liked it. So here is part two! yay!

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Sat on the corner of the room Everything's reminding me of you Nursing an empty bottle and telling myself you're happier Aren't you?

It had been almost a month since Billy saw you in that bar. He didn’t stick around Hawkins for much longer, he didn’t want to keep seeing your happy face. So It was a week later that he drove back home. The apartment that you and he tried to make home, was now just his home.

Although Billy appeared to like the idea of messy and rugged looks, he kept the place quite clean. An odd shirt hung at the back of the lounge, and there was an overturned ashtray on the coffee table. He walked into the bed room, a packet of cigarettes and different types of cologne littered the vanity, his clothes were messily folded in a cupboard. The bed wasn’t made, sheets ruffled, pillows flat. There were a few pictures on the wall, some of Billy and Max, Max and her friends, and one of you and Billy.

Everything in this apartment screamed Billy, yet all he could see was how everything reminded him of you.

He looked to the vanity and saw a clear bottle with a pale yellow liquid sitting still. It was one of the few things that you left behind. He could picture you standing in front of the vanity with your lip balm in hand and lathering the stick on your lips before work. How you would look at him through the mirror, sending him a cheeky smile, as he laid flat out on the bed, watching you with a lazy smile and tired eyes. You would reach out and spray three times, the yellow liquid spurting out and leaving a fresh vanilla scent on your skin.

His hand reached out to take the bottle and bring it to his nose. He took a deep breath, vanilla was the only thing he could smell, his eyes fluttered shut slowly. Billy pictured you in his arm, your small arms wrapping around his waist and pressing your cheek against his chest. He would let his fingers rake through your hair as he pressed his lips softly against the crown of your head, breathing the sweet smell in, a smile painted on his lips.

He opened his eyes slowly, the feeling on loneliness creeping up on him. Billy put the perfume down on the vanity, and turned to the bathroom. Maybe a shower would help wash away the thoughts. He turned the water on, it spluttered before water came rushing out. Billy unbuttoned his shirt and threw it to the ground, doing the same with his jeans.

He stepped into the shower, warm water encasing his body, pelting against his skin. He sighed loudly as the water made his tense muscles relax, he ran his hands over his face tiredly. Deep down he had wished that he didn’t drive down to Hawkins, that he just stuck with the what ifs and beating himself up over what he did, because that didn’t hurt as much as knowing you had moved on.

Billy leaned his forehead against the cool tiles of the shower as the warm water created a foggy air, much like his brain with his thoughts of you. He closed his eyes as the water rushed around his head, matting his hair to his head.

Thoughts of you and Steve smiling so lovingly at each other were running through his mind, he couldn’t stop them. A pit in his stomach for forming as his fist clenched tightly. Four words raced continuously in his mind, the only words that seemed to come to mind when he pictured you. You were happier now.

Billy laid stretched out of the bed, the sheets felt cold against his warm skin, his eyes were staring blankly at the ceiling. The was a pounding in his head as he tried to sleep but he wasn’t having any luck. There was a soft hum of music that floated through the room, it was a rock balled, one of Billy’s favorites.

His hand gripped tightly at the sheet. He turned his head to one side and stared at the empty side of the bed. Your side. You had told him that you liked being closer to window, you liked being able to look out the window in the morning, sun rays peeking out between the curtain.

The he thought about how innocent you looked when you were asleep. How all the problems you had would melt away when you closed your eyes, he loved watching how slowly your chest would rise and fall, he loved looking at you when the sun peeked through and hit your skin. The gold colour illuminating every soft feature you had.

He would run his finger softly against your waist, your bare skin was warm under his touch. He would move closer to you as you murmured in your sleep, a soft smile on your lips. He would dip his head into the crook of your neck and press soft and slow kisses against the smooth skin. You would sigh happily and lean against his touch, hands moving to grab his and holding them softly. Your eyes would flutter open, and you were greeted with fluffy hair. You would smile at Billy and turn your head offering him a tired ‘good morning’. Billy could chuckle and brush your hair from your face.

The morning were when Billy missed you most.

The more he thought about you, the more he was leaning towards sleep. His thoughts were becoming hazy, and he was thinking things that would make sense to anyone but himself. Before he fell asleep he felt a pain deep in the pit of his stomach when he realized that he was happy you were happy. It may not have been Billy who made you that happy, but you deserved to feel like that. He realized that maybe it was okay that you had moved on, it felt wrong to think that, you belonged with him. But then maybe you didn’t.

He wanted to blame the wild thoughts on his sleep deprived mind, but he knew deep down he was okay. He remembered right before he left Max had sat him down. She had been kind and offered him some advise, that Y/N would always hold a special place in his heart and he would her. That maybe moving on would be hard, and he would always think he was happier with her, but one day he would feel it too.

He would be able to feel that happy again, with someone new. These words floated though his mind, and for the first time he smiled, he knew that it would take time to move on but it would be worth it.

Baby, you look happier, you do I knew one day you'd fall for someone new But if breaks your heart like lovers do Just know that I'll be waiting here for you

It had been three years since Billy had been back in Hawkins. He didn’t think he’d ever have a reason to come back, this town was his past, but then Max had invited him down to his graduation. How could he refuse.

When he came back, he was welcomed with open arms. Max had been happy to see her brother again, even if their parents hadn’t stayed together, Billy had become family and she knew he felt the same about her.

When Billy drove into town, he felt a wave of emotions, but the main was happiness. Sure this town held bad memories for him, he had his heart broken here, but he had learned to move on. He still drove his baby blue Camaro into the Hawkins High parking lot, cars littering the space. He could see Max shaking in the passenger seat.

She had a bright smile on her lips as she moved her bright red hair from her face. She offered Billy a smile, which he returned. The pair walked out of the car and towards the school. There were people littered everywhere, he could see Max’s small group of friends all dressed in matching graduation gowns. They waved the pair over with smile and laughed.

When Billy and Max reached the group, there were two faces he didn’t see before looking at him with small smiles. Y/N and Steve. Steve had an arm around Dustin, while Y/N held his other hand. Billy felt a little pang in his chest at the sight, but it didn’t hurt as much now.

“Hey Billy” Y/N said with a smile, using her free hand to wave at him.

Billy sent the girl a wide smile as a greeting. It was still strange to see her, even after all this time, but it was easier now. He supposed the quote ‘time can heal all wounds’ would describe it, all it had taken was time to mend a wound.

“Hargrove” Steve nodded at Billy, taking his arm from Dustin’s shoulder, Dustin sighed in appreciation which made everyone laugh, and offered his hand to Billy.

There was a silence that followed, Billy looked to Steve, and he was only smiling at him. Billy nodded his head and reached a hand out to shake the mans hand. There was a laugh that emitted from the other side of Steve. Y/N had looked at her boyfriend with a wide smile.

Steve released Billy’s hand and sent Y/N a wink, before dropping her own hand. The Harrington stood between Dustin and Mike, who looked less than pleased with the pats on the back Steve had given them

“It’s nice to see you again” Y/N said, caching his attention.

Billy looked from the trio to see you looking up at him, there was a toothy smile on your face, the simple gesture made him smile. When he had first arrived back in Hawkins he was unsure how you were going to react, especially after last time. He was surprised when you welcomed him, you even had Steve being polite.

“Yeah, it’s nice seeing you too” Billy replied in a sincere tone.

He watched as you swayed on the heels of your feet, a nervous habit you had, before you tilted your head to the side. He was going to ask you what was wrong, but he didn’t get the chance to. You had him wrapped in a tight embrace. Your arms wound around his waist, pressing your cheek against his chest. He felt a wave of deja vu crash against his body. He stilled as he looked down at you, but you didn’t look at him, you closed your eyes and breath him in.

Billy reacted slowly, his fingers finding a place in your hair, like they always did. You sighed against him, and he pressed his nose to your head, vanilla and something new filled is nose, he could only assume it was Steve’s scent, it wasn’t strong but it was enough. There was a hint of a smile on his lips when he felt you relax in the embrace as he hugged you back, it was still strange to the both of you, but if you were willing to make amends and be friends again, the so was Billy.

“He makes you happier” Billy said softly when you pulled away from the hug, standing inches apart.

“Very” You nodded your head as you smiled at the thought of Steve.

Billy felt a wide smile tug at his lips at the sigh of your grin. It had taken so much time to get over you. You had been the first person that he had ever loved, and at one point he thought you were going to be the last. But as time went on Billy came to see that maybe there was someone else out there, someone that could make him happier, like you were with Steve. It had taken a year of healing and trying to find himself, it was hard to start with. And sometimes it still hurt to see you and Steve. But then there was an overwhelming sense of happiness as he began to see that you didn’t have the same control over his heart those years ago.

“If he ever breaks your heart, you know I’ll be around” Billy had said.

You both knew what he meant by those simple words. There were no ill intentions, there was no malice, just the pure intentions of a friend offering another friend comfort, a shoulder to cry on if you ever needed one. Friends, that was something you never thought you and Billy could ever be, not after everything you had been through, but you were ecstatic to know that is was so easy for you two to fall into a friendship. There was a sudden warm feeling that filled your chest as you looked at the boy, no man, Billy had become. He wasn’t so cold and guarded, he was warmer and open. You smiled sweetly at him, you would always love Billy, but you weren’t in love with him anymore and that was okay.

“Thank you, but I’m not sure that’s needed right now” You laughed as you moved you hand into his eye line.

Billy looked down, and there sitting on your ring finger, was a silver band with a small blue stone in the middle. Billy almost felt giddy for you, it was a strange feeling, but he knew that Steve was the man for you.

“Who knew Harrington would put a ring you” Billy said a little loudly, catching Steve’s attention.

You rolled your eyes, but there was a smile on your lips as Steve joined your side, hand resting against the small of your back as he offered Billy a wide grin.

“When you find a woman this good, you gotta marry her you know” Steve said with a warm smile, as his warm brown eyes stared lovingly at you, hand rubbing soft circled against your back.

“Don’t let her get away man, you’ll be lost forever” Billy clapped Steve on the back, and Steve laughed along with him.

You looked between the two men, each holding a part of your heart in their hands. And somehow you wouldn’t want life any other way. What you and Billy had, you could never forget that, it had made you ready for your future with Steve. And Steve was the man you could see yourself spending the rest of your life with.

Billy spared you a fleeting glance, a happy smile on his lips. Max called his name from behind you, motioning him over for a picture. He made a promise that the three of you would catch up later, and you smiled at him. You and Steve stood huddled together, your hands resting against his shoulder, while his rested on your waist.

“He looks happier” Steve commented.

“He deserves to be” You said as you turned your head to look at Billy, standing next to Max, smiling wide for a picture.

And he did. He deserved to be happy, on his own, or with someone he loved. It was what you wanted for him, all you wanted, and now you were seeing it. There was a smile on your lips, because he was finally happy.

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quiddy-writes · 7 years

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Surprise?

I had no real idea what I was gonna do with this, but I had to snatch up Tangled, which is my all-time favorite movie ever. Then, one night, it was 2am, I couldn’t go on FFXIV and bug my friends, I’d already found my Magic cards in amongst all the boxes I’ve yet to unpack, and so I was staring at my screen as I died from boredom and then, hey, simple idea hit.

I need to get my writing done between 12 and 3 all the time now. I forget that it’s when I’m most productive. :D

Fandom: Supernatural Pairing: Dean x Reader Challenge: @i-dont-know-how-to-write Cutie Challenge x Words: 1330ish Summary:The reader is woken up in the middle of the night to an intruder and, damn it, she's gonna defend herself. Warnings: Some swearing and sass, (because I can’t control myself), minor violence Prompt: Tangled

Y/N sighed happily, curling up under the thick, fluffy blankets on her bed. The day had been a total wash, with her car breaking down just as the storm had rolled in and having to even be near her pompous, asshole co-worker.

Coming home to cuddle with her covers and watch some Netflix with the thunderstorm and TV screen providing the only illumination in the room was just what she needed.

Halfway through her third episode of A Series of Unfortunate Events, she finally turned off everything and fell back onto her nest of pillows to drift off to sleep.

Which would’ve happened, had she not, a few minutes into her rest, heard glass breaking downstairs. She was immediately awake, sitting up in bed and holding the covers to her chest, as though that would protect her.

She reached over for her phone, only to find it dead. Right, she had left her phone charger downstairs and been too lazy to grab it once she had realized her mistake.

Son of a bitch.

She was torn between two possibly equally stupid ideas. She could hide upstairs under her covers like a child hiding from the boogeyman, or she could try to go downstairs and get outside to a neighbor’s.

She whined pathetically, shaking with fear as she finally made her decision. She silently swung her bare feet onto the floor, cringing with every creak under her steps as she slipped out of her bedroom and into the hallway. She tip-toed to the stairs, finally seeing a faint light and hearing some quiet clinking of dishes coming from the kitchen.

She frowned, crouched on the stairs, trying to make herself as small as possible. Was it an animal? Could animals open fridges? Shit, her electric bill was high enough, close the damn door!

Y/N heard heavy footfalls leave the kitchen, heading towards the dining room. Which, thankfully, was behind the staircase. Now she had a clean shot to the front door through the kitchen, and she was going to take it.

She creeped down the last steps, cringing at every step, no matter how silent they were. She slowly and methodically slinked her way towards the exit. When her base feet met the linoleum, she looked around for the intruder, trying to still be stealthy. She couldn’t see anything, and she prayed the same was for whatever was in her dining room.

Curiosity gripped her. She needed to know what was in her house. She rationalized it, saying to herself that she needed a vague bottom to tell the police. She’d hate to bother them if it did turn it to be innocuous. Somehow.

Only wanting to do one stupid thing that night, she reached above her, carefully freeing the largest frying pan she had. She gripped the handle with both hands and moved towards the dining room.

In the pitch black, she could only see a vague shape at her table. She thought it might be a bear, but then it pulled out a cell phone, dialing with one hand awkwardly.

With a soft front, he put it up to his ear. “Sammy?”

Without thinking, she took her pan and smacked him as hard as she could across the back of his skull.

He fell to the side, knocking over the chair that he had been occupying.

A voice was heard from the phone, calling out a name: Dean.

She picked it up, ending the call. His buddy wasn’t helping to rob her, that was for sure.

She looked down at her victim, flicking on the light as she did so.

Oh no.

He was gorgeous.

His plush lips were slack, revealing straight, white, perfect teeth. His sandy brown hair, cropped close to his head, looked soft to the touch. A straight nose rested on perfect checkles, sprinkled with freckles, and she found herself wondering what color his eyes were.

His broad frame was crumbling on the floor, and that’s when she noticed the blood amidst her ogling.

His right hand was covered in it, and a gash was oozing from his left side. He was hurt.

She cursed that that pulled immediately at her heartstrings. She leaned forward, tugging up on his shirt to take a quick look at the wound, see if they also need paramedics.

His hand shot out and latched around her wrist. She yelped in surprise and immediately began trying to free herself.

“Please,” he groaned, making her eyes shoot up to meet his own.

Oh son of a—was he a fucking Greek god or something?! Why did every single bit of him have to beautiful?!

“No hospital.”

She frowned. “You’re hurt. And, I mean, probably have a concussion now.

“No hospital. ’m fine.”

“Fine? You broke into my house bleeding and I hit you with a frying pan? At the very least, you’re having a bad day.”

He smirked and, had she not already been kneeling, her knees would’ve gone weak. “A frying pan? What are we, in a cartoon?”

“Shut up!” She flushed. “It was all I could think of!”

“No shame, you clocked me real good,” he groaned, moving to a sitting position. “I promise I’m not here to hurt you. I just needed some ice and then I’ll go.”

Y/N squirmed. “But…”

“You want the guy who broke into your house to stay?” He chuckled.

“No, of course not!” She flushed. “You’re just…if I’d known you were hurt, I wouldnt’ve hit you.”

“No, you should’ve,” he waved her off. “Strange man in your house when you live alone.”

“How do you know I live alone?”

He looked at her like she was crazy. “If you have a boyfriend or a husband or whatever, and they left you to fight me alone, I’m kicking their ass.”

Shu chuckled in spite of herself. “Well, good to know my robber will protect my honor.”

“My name is Dean, sweetheart.”

“Great, now I know what to tell the cops.”

He laughed at that, though it obviously hurt him.

With a heavy sigh, she finally relented. “Will you let me get something for that?”

“You have whiskey?” he asked, eyes twinkling.

“I meant medical supplies.”

“Whiskey is a medical supply.”

Another laugh escaped her, and she pulled lightly at his hand. “Fine, I’ll go look for that too. Just let me go.”

“Oh, yeah, sorry,” his thick fingers straightened, and she was free.

She pushed herself off the ground and was back a few moments later with a handful of medical supplies and a bottle of vodka. “This is all I had.”

“That’ll do,” he shrugged, which he immediately regretted. He leaned back onto his elbows as she lifted his shirt to reveal the gash. “Alright, pour the vodka.”

“What? I have iodine, dude, chill,” she said as she dabbed the chemical onto some cotton balls.

“Ooh, fancy,” he teased.

She rolled her eyes and began dabbing at his wound. He took in a sharp breath through clenched teeth, but otherwise said nothing.

Upon close inspection, the gash along his side wasn’t just one cut, but four long lacerations. To her untrained eye, it didn’t look like any weapon she’d ever seen. “Were you attacked by an animal?”

“Sorta.”

That confused her. “What’s that mean?”

“It’s a long story.”

“You broke into my house and now I’m cleaning your wounds. I think I earned a story.”

He chuckled, watching her as she worked. “I think I owe you more than a story.”

Her eyes briefly met his, and her face flushed from his heated gaze. “Are you flirting with me? Really?”

“Well, I was referring to your frying pan,” he teased. “But, hey, a badass woman who can defend herself and is beautiful? Worth a shot.”

She toyed with her bottom lip as she focused back on his wound. “You should focus on getting better and out of my house.”

He shrugged. “Well, the offer stands.”

She pulled away, placing the cotton balls on the ground next to them before taking the biggest bandages she could and trying to cover as much of the wounds as she could.

“Do I need stitches?”

“I don’t fuckin’ know,” she grumbled.

He laughed, throwing his head back as he did. His hand came down to grip the wounds again, obviously hurting himself.

She took his right hand, lifting it off his side and taking it in her own. “Shit, your hand’s covered.”

“The shirt’s already ruined, sweetheart,” he mumbled, somewhat reluctantly pulling his hand away and pressing it back against the gash.

Her soft laughter was cut off by the sound of her front door slamming open, revealing the tallest male-model she’d ever seen, holding a giant, gleaming gun and a flashlight that tried its best to blind her.

“Damn it, Sammy!” Dean groaned, covering his eyes.

The new intruder—Sammy, apparently—looked more than a little dumbfounded. “You…you’re okay?”

“‘m fine. Had a great nurse,” Dean winked at her.

Sammy sighed heavily, pushing his gun into the back of his pants. “Of course you’d find a way to flirt with this girl. Look, ma’am, I’m really sorry about my brother.”

Holy shit, what genes did their parents pass down?!

“It’s no problem, I guess,” she shrugged.

“Alright, we’ll get outta your hair. C’mon, Dean,” Sammy wrapped Dean’s free arm around his shoulders and helped the hurt man to his feet slowly.

Dean grunted and groaned and, without a second thought, Y/N slid under his other arm, her hands finding his waist amongst all the flannel to help him along.

“Can’t stay away, huh?” Dean smirked, though he looked a little more woozy and less clear.

“Ma’am, you don’t have to—”

“Don’t worry about it. Where’re going?”

Sam led them all the a beautiful, sleek black classic car that was parked right in front of her home. They pushed him into the passenger seat as gently as they could. Dean waved Sam off, leaving the former and Y/N alone as he walked around to hop in the front seat.

Dean looked up at her, looking more like a lost puppy and not the bear that she’d feared when she awoke a short while ago. He smiled, and she felt all warm inside, the terror completely gone. “You sure I can’t make it up to you?”

She tried to hold back her own smile in return, and failed. “Well, if you wanna take me to dinner tomorrow night, I won’t object.”

His smile got wider, and he looked like a child just given a puppy. “Sounds good. I’ll pick you up around six?”

“Sounds good. And, seriously, thank you.”

She shrugged. “It was probably the dumbest thing I’ve ever done.”

“Wait until after dinner tomorrow before you say that,” he joked, which pulled a light laugh from her. “Hey, you know my name, but I don’t know yours.”

“Y/N.”

He repeated it, nodding his approval. “I like it. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Might have to ask Sammy for the address.”

Dean opened his mouth to object, but then then stopped and, after a beat, shrugged.

“Sleep tight, okay?” she said as she began to close the door.

“Night!” Dean called, just as Sam leaned over and said the same, even thanking her again for her help.

She stood there in her pajamas on the sidewalk, watching until the car was out of sight. She then turned around to her home and began cleaning up a little bit some of the blood Dean had left behind, as well as the medical stuff she’d left on the floor.

She even picked up her frying pan, though she had to stop cleaning for a bit as she laughed. It was completely ruined, a giant dent right smack dab in the center of the pan. She was going to have to take Dean up on his offer for a new frying pan the next day but, no matter what, she was never getting rid of this one.

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soulful-ofevans · 7 years

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Keep Holding On - Steve Rogers

request: oh! oh! can I request #26?!? This line: Can’t you see I’m so in love, that I’m terrified? @smilexcaptainx

people: Steve x Reader / Avengers / ft. Fury

word count: 3.6k (ik, sorry it’s so long but I needed some FLUFF)

warnings: swearing, fluffy-angst-fluFF

a/n: Another request I, unfortunately, neglected until now. I’m going to link this in with another imagine that’ll be part two for this one! So stay tuned for that one ;)

Enjoy - R.xx

Every month got better. Every month I fell more and more in love with this insane man… this insane, kind, generous, altruistic man. We fit so perfectly together it was almost scary; how well we knew each other’s minds and emotions. I could detect a stressed out Steve Rogers from twenty miles away. Steve could feel my anger pulsate through my blood vessels whilst being twenty feet below me.

I would walk in the door, there he would be with dinner all set. Steve would stomp his way to the gym down in the basement area of Stark towers, and I would be there in a flash, sitting against the thick, cotton-padded walls, talking to him while he struck the bag as if it was all of Hydra’s men in one three hundred pound cylinder. We’d talk, he’d loosen his tension that laid within the muscles in his shoulders. Soon he would join me on the cold marble floor. There we’d talk for ages, letting all the stress of evil lurking around every corner of our lives all go free in the vast gym Stark had designed for all Avengers to train in. We made each other whole, we made each other happier than the other could ever believe.

We really were the perfect pair.

On nights like this, we would feel the summer wind dance in our bedroom, swirls of cool breezes and gusts of warm wind somehow danced together, waltzing together to produce a perfect temperature for these summer nights.

Nights when we would talk for hours in bed, just holding cuddling our exposed bodies together under the white silky covers.Listening to Steve’s record player. That shabby, old record player would spin Charlie Chaplin’s The Flower Girl all day long, leaving the tune to remain in my dreams as I drifted off to sleep in Steve’s arms.

It was never hard to talk to him about issues I had. I had never struggled to tell him I was anxious about a mission, or I had uneasy feelings about the building we may be inside. Scoping out any vital intel or sick human beings who we’re terrorizing a city, country, or nation. Avengers did not stop at intelligence missions. We went on manhunts, and manhunts always left us bruised and battered, physically and emotionally. Normally we’d get a couple days to go into our hiding places and recharge for a new task from the hands of Nick Fury.

Today, however, we hadn’t even put our heads to the pillows before FRIDAY’s voice was echoing off our bedroom walls.

“Why is he calling us in, I haven’t even showered yet…” I muttered to Steve. He perched on his knees as I sat on our downy comforter. He was trying to wash the stained blood off of my face with a warm washcloth, soothing me so greatly; until we got the call.

Pulling back, Steve looked at me and smiled to see my face hadn��t gotten a scratch on it, just someone else’s blood that he could remove. I had my eyes closed with a scowl now sketched on my face. Chuckling at my obvious annoyance, he leaned up and softly kissed my lips, surprising me with my eyes still closed. I could feel his large calloused hands go up and hold my aching head as he deepened our kiss.

Once he finally had the strength to pull his lips away from mine, Steve opened his eyes to see mine slowly opening up to meet his strong, loving look. “I wish I could let you just sleep but seeing as I’m captain, we should probably-”

“We gotta get the show on the road, I know, blah blah, I know Captain Perfectionist.” Getting up slowly, I felt a weird head rush but ignored the heat that suddenly flew into my head, temporarily blinding me for a moment. I stumbled a bit but luckily Steve was already changing into his suit again, unable to witness my unusual imbalance.

I didn’t have one signature suit, so I got to dress in whatever combat clothes I preferred. The heat today led me to a black quarter length top and slightly loosened black skinny jeans. I needed my legs to breath in case I had to go on a chase and I couldn’t be stopping to unzip my pants to let my thighs breath. Slipping my hair into a messy ponytail, I saw in the mirror that it was still tangled with crusted blood in it.

Steve picked me up and trotted over to the door before putting me down, “Let’s go lazy bug.” I slumped down and walked out the door, my arms were hunched over with a gray hoodie I was able to snatch before leaving our room. I used the hood to cover my fucked up hair. I glared up at my boyfriend who tugged me into the elevator, getting his professionalism on.

Slowly, though, a small smirk was forming on my lips, “Really? Lazy bug?”

Smiling down at me, Steve gave me a small shrug and kissed my shoulder while sneaking his arms down and around my waist. The elevator doors closed and we shot down to the Floor 11.

“I call you ladybug and your lazy today, I think it fits perfectly for you.” I didn’t argue from my excessive exhaustion and just held onto his arms tighter, feeling Steve’s soothing kisses on my head, protected by the hoodie. “You are a real nerd, Rogers, anyone ever tells you that?”

“Yeah, actually. Not so long ago, when I met this breathtaking woman, she smiled at me with these pearly white teeth and rosy red cheeks with speckles of freckles. I remember she said I was a giant nerd after I tried to explain to her that the laws of physics do not apply to vibranium because of it’s unnatural chemical makeup.” Okay, I had to smile at that one. The memories of our first time hearing each other’s voices speak, of our hands grasping each other’s, feeling that electricity between us. I saw it all like it was yesterday. A yesterday I wished to go back too.

The team filed in, all looking like they went to a rave that turned into a murder mystery party. Natasha had two cups of Starbucks, one for herself and one for me. Vision had just learned to make tea, and so Wanda quietly sipped on her Oolong Black Tea while I took a seat next to her, folding my legs underneath me, not caring about professionalism when half of us looked like hell. The only ones in track? Natasha, Steve, Vision, and Bucky. The rest of our sorry asses had to deal with ‘walk of shame/morning after’ look.

“Look, I know you’re all pissed we’re in here right now, I am too-”

An irritated Tony interrupted Fury, “Then why have you summoned us here?” he scratched the raven hair that was splayed all over his head.

“Believe me Stark, I wouldn’t be here unless it was for an urgent matter.” A stack of a case brief packets smacked down on the conference table. Taking a small peak over the title, I suddenly felt sick to my stomach and frozen all over.

I took peeks at everyone in the room and saw different yet, appropriate reactions to what they must’ve been seeing or reading about the case that I knew all too well about.

“We’ve received new information on case 27. Agent 11, this the first case you ever had. Even though.. we cut it off, because of unfortunate circumstances,” My pulse raced as all eyes shifted to my shrunken body in my chair, I was hiding in my sweater, trying to become a sort of chameleon and blend into the room. I was having no such luck.

“What… was the unfortunate circumstance?” Natasha, who was the only one with the balls in this room to ask the question that was lingering on everyone’s lips.

Everyone except; Tony, Steve, Fury, and I. We knew about the deadly case at hand far ago, and I had a feeling three out of the four were okay with finished the unsolved mission at hand.

Tony stepped up, helping me out by telling the team the deal with Case 27, so I didn’t have to. The words he spoke made everyone’s hair stand up, gathering goose bumps down their arms and legs.

“So we found a very important target that would nail this case right on the bullseye. You’ll all be sent out to Italy, where the group will be residing. This man,” Fury pointed to the projector, and a nasty man I knew as Fredrik Vulrochiv, was shown. “We need to take out- but interrogate the bastard first.” Nick’s eye landed on Natasha, who rolled her eyes and eventually nodded in agreement of not shooting the guy the moment she would meet him face to face.

“Listen, this isn’t going to be easy. These are manipulators, they twist your words as hard as they will twist your bones, breaking them one by one.”

“Man, I am really loving this the more I hear it…” Sam grumbled, tossing his packet on the table, he sighed and rubbed his eyes. All I could do was just stare at my unopened packet. Blankets of fear for the journey down horror lane that I was going to go on covered my body, suffocating me.

“We all have assignments and different area to cover. I say we get ourselves familiarized with the area before we land in four hour-”

“No. I won’t allow it.” Everyone’s head slowly turned towards at a very tense, Steve. Along with him was a slightly irritated Bucky, sitting below Steve, at his side.

Tony’s eyes ignited in a slightly flaming annoyance at the ‘perfect’ soldier, Tony always carried a love of antagonizing Steve at any expense. “What’s got your knickers in a twist this time, Rogers?”

“I don’t want to start with you, today. Stark, I’m sorry, and Nick I’m sorry as well, but this case was closed for a reason. Besides we’d all need to know how to handle that kind of nuclear weaponry lying there, as well as the bodies ready to murder us the second they get a whiff of our scent.”

“That’s what an intelligence briefing is for Captain. Sorry to be the one that shits on your parade, but this is happening. I want this case down and finally burnt in hell, where it belongs…” I could feel Nick’s stare at me but I refused to look anywhere but my shoelace that was untied, waiting to be redone by my quivering hands.

The room was silent for a few moments, Steve was aggravated and I was destroyed, but what broke my statue state was Wanda’s sniffles. She had tears running down her blotchy cheeks, ones that she tried to wipe away, “I’m sorry, sorry-”

She apologized to the group as she patted her cheeks with a tissue. I finally let my head rise and found her brown, glowing eyes, glittering with tears as she stared into my soul, seeing the horror that was The 27.

“How much is the risk?” She asked me. No one understood except me because I knew she was reading my thoughts as well, and I was weighing the risks and the more this case became real to me, the more the scale tipped in the Devil’s favor.

So I just shrugged my shoulders, picking at my dirty, caked nails. I softly muttered to her, though, wanting to let the room leave me be in my little humble chair in the back of the room. “Around seventy.” Wanda let out a sob, shaking her head as she stood up, knocking her tea all over the table, “Please, YN! No!”

“No!” Steve suddenly roared. Stalking over to me, he leaned down to meet my scared, doe in headlights, eyes.

“You can’t sacrifice yourself, doll. I know that’s… this is y-your… your mission. I… I-I need you to stick around here for a long time, though, and so does everyone else,” The group nodded, even Fury who had a glint of guilt in his eye that watched me.

“Steve, this is my life and these are my decisions. I went in on Case 27. It’s my Hydra if that makes you understand any better. Just look,” Standing up, I gathered some courage from god knows where, and walked to the front where the pictures of Case 27’s last mission we’re shown. I clicked the right arrow and the team gasped when they finally were projected onto the screen.

The photos that appeared we’re of the gruesome aftermath. Men, all around… the good people and the terrible people, it didn’t matter because they all were just bodies now. No longer souls. In the middle of this mass murder mess, was a small woman, caked in dirt, blood, and scars that still littered her arms today, that woman was me.

After the secret war of 1999, I had gone on my first ever Captain-mission. The task was to end these warp-minding men who used the power of trickery into gaining more and more of an army. They wanted full control, of not just a country, or even a continent. No, they wanted the world to bow down at their feet. They use to be quite prominent in the papers, but the new died down of them when the group seemed to have ‘gone under’. I knew better than that. They’re probably lurking somewhere, in the shadows maybe. Or in plain sight, all I know is that they never left me.

Their words, knives, bullets, laughs… all haunted my dreams, my happy moments, my memories…I almost had those bastards, I should’ve seen the mistake I had made instantly. I didn’t though because life isn’t happy endings. That moment in my life, that mistake I made, cost twenty members of SHIELD, their lives. I had just miscounted the men, I misjudged their defense force. I missed two vital things a Captain needs to be on top of.

I had been attending to a wounded fellow member when a bullet ripped right through my left lung, lodging itself in there quite painfully. The teammate I was trying to save just smiled at me, squeezing our bloody hands together, he laid his head back on the ground as I screamed in pain and sorrow for the fallen member. I took out my assailant and left the mission unfinished.

I knew that the enemies had called for backup and I was expecting them to arrive at any minute. So I saved myself that night, only myself. Leaving, I had twenty intelligent, determined SHIELD members at my side. I arrived back at SHIELD with carrying only one remaining body back into Headquarters; my own.

It was abnormal to hear Bucky’s voice boom during conference room meetings but I guess he found some spirit inside to rise on his feet and stomp on the ground like a fussy child, “Please, I’m begging no, Nick. She has a vendetta against that group! She’ll only go in as a suicide fighter and you know that!”

Walking over to Fury casually with no threat in his movements, Bucky still managed to make Tony tense. Which I had caught in the corner of my eye. “Barnes-” “No. I went up again those band of…assholes, in 1990, Paris. Even they outsmarted me, that was before they even gained their mass weaponry that they possess now. I was with five other winter soldiers, trainee’s of mine, we all made it back. Whether that’s a good thing or a bad thing I don’t know!”

He glanced at Tony who had a snarl on his face from the mentioning of the extra Super Soldiers that were obviously now dead. “Yeah… I killed a few dozen of the dicks, but the rest… they are not human. They have no soul, no brain to logically think about anything but killing whoever gets in their way! We, do not have the power to get through this mission-”

“You’ll get this mission done. You’ll get it done with a smile on your face too, Barnes. All of you, I don’t care about vendettas. Frankly, we could use one at the sound of your weak asses.” Bucky squinted at Fury’s backhand words towards him.

“Listen, we gotta get them this time, guys. We don’t have that much time left.”

“Before?” Tony questioned.

“Before they…create something that would change the world for the worst. This needs to be carried out today, no exceptions. I’m sorry, Agent 11. I’m sorry, Steve, but this is final.”

Looking around the room, not one face was readable. I had no idea what they were thinking as they read over their briefings. Some gasped, some held their head in their hands.

I did, however, immediately detect anger in Steve’s eyes. I had to look away from him before I felt guilt build in my chest. Looking towards my best friend, I could see a small amount of pain peaking out of Bucky’s eyes.

As much as I’d like to say that I was brave and felt confident when I carried out those orders, I can not. Because, truthfully, I was shaken to my core the moment we had gotten ambushed. I was blinded by fear and past memories invading my mind I didn’t even realize that the conference room had emptied, leaving me and my brief packet… and a furious steve.

He kept his jaw locked as he saw down next to me. Normally, Steve would know what to do with missions where he felt my life was in peril. He’d come to my side and ask what to do, and that’s when we would go to the beach and sit on our blanket Wanda had knit for us for Christmas.

That was our moment to think, get away from the walls of Stark towers and let our minds drift away by the sea’s breeze.

This time though…he had no words, nothing to tell me it would be okay, or that I needed to stay behind for my own safety. We knew everything about this mission. The good, the bad, and the evil that laid ahead.

The only response I got was a warm hand wrapping over my icy, pale, bluish hand. I smiled at his large hand dominating mine, it gave me somewhat of a feeling of protection. Maybe not tomorrow, or even in 12 hours. But in this moment I felt his protection covering me like a forcefield.

“We’ll be okay, alright…we’ll make this out alive, YN, because we’ve got the whole team on our side. Okay?”

I left a small smile on my face when looking up at Steve’s panicked eyes, scanning mine for any trace of fear. He couldn’t find any, though because I didn’t have any. I knew what was to come, and he knew too. That was the most frightening thing of all, no fear meant no worries. No worries meant that being killed wasn’t one her mind anymore, it was fading in the background. She no longer was herself. YN was a soldier, ready a mission with no strings attached to her life anymore.

“Listen, YN. Please, do not do this, and leave me here. I let love slip away once, and I can not have that happen again, not when I’m so in love with you, I’m fucking terrified…”

A small gap was on YN’s face when he spoke, he never even said shit, and he jumped all the way to number two on the scale of swears! Looking at Steve, YN could help herself, she couldn’t let the tugging of his heart grasping hers, go. She loved it, honestly, YN loved the feeling of his love. He made sure to show it, whenever he could. If this mission went south, and YN was going to spend the rest of the summer in the hospital, she knew that it would kill her to have Steve in pain that whole time.

As much as it was easier going her way, she swerved towards Steve’s heart, letting it take her own heart, prisoner.

Grasping his shoulders, she hugged him to her body. Steve wrapped his arms around YN, letting her cry on his suited shoulder. He couldn’t tell whether these sobs were of pain or relief. He couldn’t tell whether YN was crying from relief or from the pain of having to stay alive. Her nails dug into Steve’s suit, but it was no matter. He knew that YN wasn’t leaving this base as a woman with a death warrant. She was leaving with a reason to live.

“I’ll make this out alive, Steve. I promise. I’m not going to leave the man I’m madly in love with alone. If I did, I’d be hurting us both because leaving you, is like having to rip out part of my soul and leave it with you until I return. I want my soul, Steve. You are my heart and soul, don’t forget that. Ever.”

A tear strayed from his eyes that looked like a cloudless sky, glossed over with water that he wanted to be kept inside, but couldn’t seem to control. Steve kissed my wet, salty lips that smiled against his. A feeling of relief washed over me once I realized I wasn’t going to be gone within hours, I was going to be here, fighting with my wonderful, courageous man that would stop at nothing to end all evil, but more importantly, would not sleep, eat, or think, until he had his heart and soul back in his arms again.

“Why do you have to be so damn perfect, Steve Rogers?”

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stuckinthekookiejar · 7 years

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On the Windowsill

Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Fluff (and a grain of angst)

Summary: You didn’t have friends. You always felt alone. But you were always happy to go home to the cat on the windowsill.

Word Count: 2316

Warning: depiction of bullying

A/N: I wasn’t so sure what you wanted, but I hope this is satisfactory.

Another day of school, another day of awkward stares, another day of hiding. You were always happy when the school bell rang signaling the end of the day. Every day you’d walk home alone as you were the loner of the class. Sometimes you’d appreciate the solitude away from the rambunctious and annoying classmates of yours, but most of the time you were lonely. Sometimes you really just wanted somebody to confide in.

That’s why you’d always anticipate the end of the school day. You may have not had any friends to talk to, but you did have one special someone: the cat on the windowsill.

For the past month, a fluffy brown cat had always perched itself on your windowsill at the exact same time every single day. It was almost as if it was waiting for you.

A robotic ding resonated with every button you press on your house’s keypad, and once you finish punching in the numbers the hydraulic sound of the door emerged allowing you to enter,

“I’m home!” Your sneakers glide easily off your feet. You could smell food being made in the kitchen and the sound of oldies music play in the distance.

“Go wash up, honey. Dinner will be ready in a few minutes!” Passing by the kitchen, you watch your mom dance to the music while she was happily chopping vegetables. Your mom was always energetic and outgoing, and you always wondered why you didn’t inherit any of that.

The bedroom door opened with a soft creak and you were met with a strong breeze flowing through your window. Waves of the cream colored curtains danced in the wind and behind was a familiar silhouette. You set down your bag and walk over to the open window.

“I see you’re here to see me again, little guy.” It purrs and moves into the shape of your hand as you pet the cat.

You never really gave it a name. It wasn’t because you were lazy, but because you didn’t like growing attached to things. Friends, relatives, even your own father had left you, and you were afraid that this cat would leave you too. But for some reason you felt that it wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon, so you considered the idea of naming it.

“Mm, well I’ve been noticing you’ve been taking a liking to me...how would you like a name? Hmm?” It stands and gracefully jumps into your arms, purring more than you’ve ever seen, “Shh,” you brought a finger to your lips, “Mom doesn’t know about you. You gotta keep quiet, okay?” Just like that, the cat stops and decides to purr at a softer decibel.

You set the cat down on the floor and go to reach in your backpack for a carton of milk you always bought for the cat at the store after school. The cat pulled out a metal bowl which you kept hidden beneath your bed, and you poured the contents of the carton right into it. It began lapping at the milk,

“What should I name you? What do you think?” Of course, the cat is a cat, so it wasn’t like you were expecting an answer, “Mmm, what about...Fluffball?” out of nowhere it starts hissing at you, “What? Don’t like Fluffball? Then what about Brownie?” It hisses even louder this time jumping to its feet and knocking over the bowl. You quickly stand, avoiding any chance of the milk splattering onto you, “Brownie! Look what you did...I’ll be right back.” You scowl and rush to the bathroom to gather a wad of paper towels.

You return with the wet towels in hand, but the cat was nowhere to be found, “Brownie? Brownie, where are you?” You tiptoed around the room, not wanting to startle the cat, “Brownie? Brownie? Come out, Brownie!”

“Can you seriously not come up with any other name besides Brownie?” You stop in your tracks and slowly turn your head behind you. The cat was gone, but now a strange man was in its place. He was a really strange man indeed for he had cat ears atop his head and a tail whipping from his backside, “Just call me Taehyung, but other cats like to call me V.”

“What the hell...who are you and what have you done with the cat?”

“I’m Taehyung, and I am the cat. Well, sort of. I’m a cat, but I can turn into a human...it’s kind of complicated.”

You stood there in disbelief, your mouth hung open. You couldn’t even scream, “Y-you....you mean to tell me...that...that you were...I mean...that you are Brownie?”

“For goodness sake, my name is Taehyung, not Brownie. T-A-E-H-Y-U-N-G, Taehyung.” You blinked rapidly, not being able to believe the idea that this man could be the cute little cat that you always came home to. He snatches the clump of towels from your hand and begins to wipe away the mess he created, “You’ve finally decided to attempt to name me, so I guess that means you’re my master now.”

“M-M-Master?”

“Yup, ‘master’” Blood rushes to your cheeks,

“Um...why don’t you call me Y/N instead...”

“Y/N?” He nods in consideration, “Okay, if that’s what you want mas...I mean, Y/N.”

“Thank you...wait...why am I even talking to you? You’re like some sort of intruder or something! I should call the cops on you, you know.” You move towards your bag where your phone is, but Taehyung stops you with a back hug,

“I told you! I’m Taehyung, and you’re my Master. Now, why can’t we just go cuddle like we always do?” Every afternoon, you’d come home to the cat, feed it, then lie in bed with it on your lap as you did your homework. But cuddling with a man was a whole different story. You turn to face him,

“Look, Taehyung-ssi. I don’t know who you are but...” He interrupts your sentence when he takes one of your hand and places it on top of his head, making you pet him. Just like the cat who sat on your windowsill, he purrs to your touch, leaning into your hand with every turn of his head. You began to think that perhaps he was the cat,

“Y/N! Dinner is ready!” You pull your hand away from his head,

“Uh...you have to go...you have to go right now!” You practically shoved Taehyung to the edge of the window and thanked the gods that your bedroom was on the first floor. He falls backward over the edge and onto the ground into some bushes with a loud crash.

“Mom, I’m leaving!” You slip on your sneakers and head out to start a new day.

Just as you were going to plug your ears with your earbuds, you heard a scamper of feet coming from behind. Was it a stalker? Was it a thief? Was it some pervert? You quicken your pace and try to lose the stranger who was tailing you, however, it was no use. As you quickened your steps, so did the figure behind. You stop suddenly and turn on the ball of your foot,

“Who the fu...” Your eyes widen as you realize who was following you, “T-Taehyung-ssi? What are you doing here?”

He shrugs, “Why? Can’t a cat follow his master?” You walk up to him and cover his mouth with your hand,

“Taehyung-ssi! Don’t say that in public! People will get the wrong idea.” His large hands removes yours from his mouth,

“Drop the honorifics, would you? Besides, you are my mast...”

“I said SHH! Listen, I don’t know what you mean by me being your...your....you know, but I did not sign up for that position. Okay?” You turn and begin to walk away hastily, but Taehyung catches right up and walks alongside you,

“You were never this snappy after school. Not much of a morning person I see.” You smack you lips in annoyance as you glared at him. That was when you noticed his ears were just out and his tail flapped about for everyone to see. In a panic, you fish around in your bag for something to give to Taehyung,

“Here.” You hand him a brightly colored neon pink beanie, “Wear this.”

“Why?” He hesitantly takes it from you.

“You said I was your....your....your master right? Well, I’m ordering you to wear it, and don’t remove it when you’re in public. And shove your tail in your pants too.” Taehyung didn’t seem like he was going to leave you alone anytime soon, and you didn’t want the whole school to know you were hanging around some sort of cat boy.

As expected he followed you right up to the school gates, “Taehyung-ssi...I mean Taehyung, you can’t go in with me.”

“What? Why not?”

“Because you’re not a student here, and you don’t have any valid reason to be a visitor.”

“Well, what if I turn back into a cat?”

“Taehyung,” You cross your arms, “You cannot follow me into school, okay? Just...I don’t know, just do whatever it is that cats do.” You shoo him away with the motion of your hands,

“Fiiiine.” He pouts and you watch his back as he slowly trudges away. You couldn’t help but think that he was kind of cute.

As the day goes on, you occasionally look out the window and notice that Taehyung was there sitting on the sidewalk across the street from the school gates. Did he really have nothing better to do than wait for you?

You refocus your attention on the teacher who was lecturing about some sort of book and the many theories behind the true meaning of its storyline. You really try to figure out what he’s talking about, but your brain couldn’t wrap around the story at all.

In your utter boredom, your gaze unknowingly falls on the boy who sat two rows in front of you, one seat to the right. It was your crush: Park Jimin. He was quite popular in the class. He was smart, athletic, friendly, and really handsome. You had no doubts that every girl in the class had a crush on him, and almost every girl wanted to confess to him but one thing stopped them from doing so. You didn’t realize how long you were staring at Jimin, but you were snapped out of it when you heard a few coughs coming from behind you. You knew who was aggressively clearing her throat. It was Jimin’s girlfriend, and she was really possessive. Anybody who tried to make a move on Jimin would be stopped by her, and you knew you were doomed when she noticed you staring at her boyfriend.

The bell rang and you rushed to gather your things and leave before Jimin’s girlfriend could approach you. You thought you were in the clear once you were out of the building, but a hand reaches for your arm, pulls you and drags you around to the back of the school. Next thing you knew, you were thrown onto the ground, your skirt covered in dirt.

“I saw you staring at my boyfriend, you little twerp.”

“Y-YoonJi...I swear I wasn’t...”

“You can’t fool me, Y/N.” She flips her silky, short hair in the wind,

“YoonJi, I am telling you the truth....I was just...just zoning out...”

“Zoning out? Really, Y/N? You think I’m messing around? I got a gun in my bag, you know.” YoonJi pulls out a gray metallic gun from her bag just slightly, showing you that she wasn’t lying. However, before she could shove it back somebody comes and snatches it from her, “Hey! That’s mine!”

“I don’t think students should be bringing around things like this during class...I wonder what would happen if the principal finds out? Hmmm?” Taehyung held the gun in between his thumb and middle fingers, dangling it above YoonJi, “This thing isn’t even real. You think that bringing around some Nerf gun is gonna make you look all tough? Well, guess, what. It doesn’t. Now if you don’t want the whole school knowing you carry around some toy like a little child, I’d suggest you go away and never bother her again. Got me?” YoonJi scowls, takes back her toy gun from Taehyung’s clutches, and marches off.

“Hey, you okay Y/N?” He helps you stand,

“Yeah, I’m good. Thanks, Taehyung.”

“Man, you really weren’t kidding around when you said you had annoying classmates. If I were you, I would’ve beat her to a pulp.” You’d always tell that cat about your troubles in school. You’d tell it how you had no friends, and how some of your classmates were nothing but a nuisance. You’d only tell these things to that cat.

“You really are Brownie? Aren’t you?” Taehyung looks to you in disbelief and removes the pink beanie from his head,

“Well, no shit Sherlock. Where do you think I’d get these pretty little things?” He gestures to his fluffy ears, “And for the last time, my name is not Brownie!” He frowned and he looked all adorable getting all riled up in frustration.

You giggle, get on your tiptoes, and gently scratch his head right behind his left ear just where he likes it. He began to purr as you stroked at his favorite spot. Maybe being friends with Taehyung wasn’t going to be such a bad thing.

“Awww, who’s a good boy.”

“Yah! I’m not a dog you know.”

“But you follow me around like one! You can’t just keep following me like you did today. You have to wait for me to get home like you always have.”

“But why?”

“Taehyung.” You stop petting him, but he pulls your hand back to his head,

“Fine. I’ll wait,” he pouts, “I’ll wait for you on the windowsill.” He showed off his box like smile as his ears perked and his tail stood with a curl at the end.

A/N: this is a random note, but Tumblr is freaky. I was writing this, and you know how there’s a spot to the right labeled “Radar”? Yeah, well a post was there...and it was of a cat...like hell nah.

Gif not mine, creds to the owner

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