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Sink Into Me - 08 - mob!Steve Rogers x plus size!reader

Pairing: mob boss! Steve Rogers x plus size! reader

Summary: You were simply doing a good deed, pulling the handsome stranger out of the way when a car jumped the curb. Little did you know that the life you saved belonged to Steve Rogers, the Army veteran turned art dealer with connections to the Brooklyn crime syndicate.

Steve Rogers, who won’t stop calling you his guardian angel.

Steve Rogers, whose new goal in life just might be repaying his debt to you.

Steve Rogers, who isn’t shy until it comes to his feelings and will stop at nothing to keep you safe.

Chapters: 01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08 09

Wordcount: 8.3k

Warnings: canon level violence (guns, physical fighting), allusions to dog fighting (but no mention of any kind of abuse), some angst

Notes: HI I AM SO SORRY ABOUT THE DELAY. life, ya know? but enjoy this little treat, please. and.. uhm.. sorry.

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“We need to talk about Steve Rogers.”

You took in a hard breath and scanned the man - he had a permanent smug look to him, something that made you feel unsettled. The tag around his neck with his badge indicated his name was Grant Ward, NYPD detective.

“Give me back my phone,” you said, slowly emptying your lungs in an attempt to stay calm. “Now.”

Ward shook his head, grinning. “Not yet. C’mon, let’s chat.” He slipped your phone inside his jacket pocket and grabbed your elbow, urging you to step further across the sidewalk in front of a closed down shop. “I got your info from Hammond’s file. You were a witness on a little vehicular assault case a while back, right?”

Nothing about this felt proper or to procedure. But you wanted it to end as quickly as possible, so you nodded.

“What I need to know is why Steve Rogers asked you to lie on your witness report and identify the wrong person.”

“Excuse me?” Your voice cracked as you tried to piece together what he was saying. “I didn’t lie about anything. Shouldn’t - shouldn’t Officer Hammond be following up with me - if there was an issue?”

“I’ve reopened the investigation.” Ward leaned against the building, glancing up and down the street casually as he spoke. “Your intentional misidentification put someone innocent in jail. How do you sleep at night?”

“I didn’t lie,” you repeated, swallowing hard. Hercules paced at your feet.

“You’re lying right now. Rogers told you who to point out in that police lineup, didn’t he?”

You wanted to scream in this man’s face but given he was technically a person of the law, you resisted. Instead, you pursed your lips and opted to stay quiet. Shouldn’t you have a lawyer or something to represent you? God, why weren’t you into legal dramas instead of reality tv?

“Here’s what it looks like. Rogers asks you to help him out and in turn, you get a fancy new apartment. Isn’t that right?” Ward took a step forward and pointed past you, towards the rest of the block. “How else can you afford a luxury apartment working your little 9-5 gig? I verified your record of employment and something just doesn’t add up.”

Before you had a chance to reply to his asinine claim, he was reaching for his buzzing phone. “This is Ward.” You tried to listen to the other end of the call, but couldn’t make out the voice.

He looked back at you, eyes roving up and down as he carried on with his phone conversation. “You’re kidding. That was all true? Wow. Okay. Yeah, I’m with her. Sure.” He raised his free hand and suddenly a nearby SUV was pulling up. “Heading there now.”

Your stomach twisted when Ward turned back to you.

“Let’s go.” He tipped his head towards the vehicle, where the driver had gotten out to open the back door. “We’ve gotta move this chat elsewhere.”

Your eyes blew open, head shaking. “Absolutely not. Give me my phone and —“

Ward stepped towards you again, grabbing your hand that was holding onto Hercules' leash. “If you don’t get in that car willingly, you’ll have a dead dog on your hands. Is that what you want?” He flashed you a smile. “Let’s. Fucking. Go.”

“Storm coming tonight..”

Steve looked up from his plate of pasta, watching his mom across the table as she put down her cutlery. Sarah rubbed her hands together, tired with the weight of time and the pressure of weather changes that seemed to grow worse with each passing season.

“I can feel it in these old joints,” Sarah continued, leaning back in her chair before glancing to the window above her kitchen sink.

“Ma,” Steve finally replied, quietly returning his own fork to the side of his plate. “Why don’t you skip the rest of this monologue about the weather and tell me what’s really on your mind?”

Steve tried to have dinner with his mother at least once a week, if time permitted. The last few months had been a bit chaotic for him though, mostly his own doing of course. And Sarah hadn’t pressed when he canceled. But, something about her tone and strange casual conversation wasn’t sitting well with him. In fact, he could read his mother really well and she was upset, maybe even mad at him. If there was one thing Steve hated, it was when his mother was upset with him.

He liked to nip it in the bud as quickly as he could.

Sarah sighed, slowly crossing her arms over her chest as she eyed down her son. “I haven’t had the chance to tell you about who I ran into at the hospital a few weekends ago.”

“You gonna give me a clue?” Steve smirked, taking a long pause to enjoy a sip from his wine glass. “Who?”

When your name left his mother’s lips, Steve felt his chest tighten. He had very quickly and casually explained to her that you and he had called things off, respectfully asking Sarah not to press him for details. Surprisingly, she hadn’t asked any follow up questions, though Steve knew she hadn’t been feeling positive about the news. In fact, he had assumed his mom would have had a much more passionate reaction. And maybe it was still coming.

He took a deep breath. “Oh. And.. how is she?” Would it be possible for this conversation to only last one more sentence? Would he be able to get out of it without his mother making him feel any worse?

When Steve met his mom’s gaze again, he knew that question wasn’t what he should have asked. He was starting to think maybe saying nothing would have been best.

“How is she?” Sarah repeated, letting out a hard laugh. “Steven.”

“Ma, listen, what happened between us is..” He hesitated. Complicated was not the word he wanted to use, but what else could he say? “I had to cut things off. She’s safer this way.”

There. His heart was torn off his sleeve and slapped onto his plate.

“Steve,” Sarah was softer this time, releasing the anger from her shoulders as she reached across the table for his hand. “You’re not being fair. To yourself. How are you supposed to live this way? Don’t you want a family in the future? Or a break from.. everything?”

Steve squeezed her hand but didn’t respond. Sarah waited another moment for him to say something, then stood and carried her plate to the sink.

Without turning back around, she continued. “I told her about Hamilton House.”

Steve sighed, leaning back in his chair again and shaking his head. “Ma..”

“Why didn’t you just talk to her? She would have understood.”

“You barely made it out of that fire alive!” Steve pushed back from the table and met his mother at the sink, placing a hand on her shoulder. “And I can barely live with myself as is, but if something happened to her too, I’d..”

“Honey,” Sarah’s voice was even quieter now as she pivoted to look at him. She reached her hand up to cradle his face. “You need to stop blaming yourself, please.”

How could he ever do that? The scars were still quite obvious on many parts of his mother’s body -

“Steve.” Sarah took in another deep breath. “I’m a grown woman who can take care of herself. And so is she.” There was your name again, coming off of Sarah’s tongue like it just warmed her soul. “She’s good for you.”

“That doesn’t matter anymore.” A painful laugh gurgled up in Steve’s throat. “I made pretty sure she’ll never talk to me again, unfortunately.”

“Steven.” This time the soft edge had left Sarah’s tone. The disappointment was back. “Don’t tell me you pushed that girl away on purpose.”

“I’m a grown man who can take care of himself,” Steve repeated back to her, stepping away from the sink and turning to grab his coat. “I’ve gotta go, Ma. Thanks for dinner.”

Sarah grabbed his wrist, eyes bright with words she wouldn’t say. Instead, she shook her head and sighed quietly. “At least take a container of pasta for Bucky.”

---

The further the vehicle traveled beyond your neighbourhood, the further your stomach sank. You did your best to listen to the conversations happening between Ward and his driver, but nothing seemed clear.

Where were you going? Were you in trouble? You hadn’t lied to the police - you knew better than that. But how could you prove that when clearly they had another story created? Was this about Steve? You weren’t even talking to him. What the hell was going on?

The only thing saving you from a breakdown was Hercules resting his head on your lap. Gently you scratched behind his ears, doing your best to reassure your dog as he did the same for you.

You were going to be okay. There had to be a positive solution to this mess.

Eventually, the vehicle slowed down in an industrial area you weren’t familiar with. In the growing darkness of the night, everything kind of looked the same - rows of large warehouse style buildings, some in much worse shape than the others. As you approached one of the buildings, a garage door opened up to allow you access.

“Let’s go,” Ward barked out as the car stopped, quickly sliding through his door and throwing the one closest to you open. He reached for your nearest wrist. “But first..”

Handcuffs. What you could only assume were police-grade handcuffs joined your wrists together, despite your protests. Ward was choosing every opportunity to remind you he had a gun, so when he told you to head towards the staircase leading out of the parking area, all you could do was comply.

The driver, some other nameless brute listening to Ward’s every word, held on to Hercules’ leash and followed behind. The panic within you stirred.

The building had clearly once been a thriving warehouse or multi-level business hub. Now, it was reduced to whatever criminal activity these men were tied up in. Every second window was boarded up or leaking in cold air through broken shards, with the evidence of previous occupants littering the floors. Old desks, chairs, appliances laid strewn about.

Ward guided you across the second floor, leading towards the far side of the room. You could hear other voices as you approached. He yanked the door open and pressed against your back for you to enter ahead of him.

You stumbled past the threshold, lifting your head up to look around the room. It felt out of place, given the state of the building. This room remained intact from days before, the remnants of an executive office with a large boardroom table sitting opposite the broken windows. A man you didn’t recognize was seated behind an oversized mahogany table, a burning cigar hanging off his lips. Behind him, a disheveled blond wearing an ill-fitting suit jacket stood scrolling through his phone.

That man you did recognize – you were certain he had been one of the men who had broken into your apartment. You could feel the familiar wave of panic come over you again.

Sitting in a pair of chairs in front of the desk were another two men – one dressed in a long overcoat over his suit, with perfectly coiffed hair. The other donned more casual clothes, well worn with a scowl across his face, strong and silent. You thought perhaps you recognized them, too. You might have seen them at Shield or maybe they had worked with Steve?

“This is her?” The man with the cigar asked, rising from his seat. The other two seated men had turned their heads to look in your direction, then stood the same.

Ward laughed, returning his gun to his jacket, and reaching a hand to grip your neck. He urged you closer to the desk.

“Russo – you’re sure?” The same man asked again, shooting a glance at one of the other two men. Ah, nice suit, nice hair - Russo. He had interrupted you and Steve, that day at his office.

“Yep. I know, doesn’t make sense to me either,” Russo replied with a dry laugh, stepping away from the desk and waiting to the side with the other man, Mr. Strong and Silent.

“Walker, you’re on dog duty,” Ward added after. He snapped his fingers and the guy scrolling on his phone was at attention, rolling his eyes as he grabbed Hercules’ leash from the driver.

Hercules whimpered at the back of the room.

You tried to look towards your confused pup, but Ward’s hands landed on your shoulders. He pushed down to encourage you to sit in one of the vacant seats at the desk.

Finally, the man with the cigar looked at you. A tight smirk curled up on his face as he said your name out loud. “Well, nice to finally meet you. I’m Brock. We’ve got a lot to discuss.”

You sat still, hands resting on your lap. You resisted replying with some snappy commentary and instead dug your fingernails into your palms. Maybe you needed to comply, but God, what was the point of all this?

“I’m not really sure what I’m doing here,” you said quietly, letting out a long breath. “I told him-” you jerked your head at Ward, “-everything I said to Officer Hammond was true. Steve didn’t ask me to lie about anything and I’m sorry if someone you know ended up in jail but I had to tell the truth.”

Brock raised an eyebrow, amused. “Well, I don’t give a shit about any of that. We’ve gotta fix this and you’re going to help.”

You pressed your lips into a thin line.

“You’re going to meet with Hammond and tell him you lied about-”

You shook your head. “I didn’t lie.”

Brock abandoned his cigar and slammed his hand on the table. “Don’t interrupt me, darling.” He took a breath and started again. “You’re going to meet with Hammond tomorrow morning and set things straight, alright?”

“And if I don’t?” You swallowed the lump in your throat as you asked your question.

Brock leaned back in his chair, grinning. “You’re really asking that? Damn. Well, if you don’t - you’re never going to see your dog again, for starters.”

Your face fell and you shuffled in the chair again, turning to look back towards Hercules. “Please don’t hurt him.”

“What do you think, Walker? The mutt would be good for the pit, huh? They could use some fresh meat for the next fight.”

You gasped as Hercules pulled at his leash, trying to walk to you. Walker held the leash tight.

“P-please. Don’t. He doesn’t deserve that, he’s just..” Your voice shook as you turned and looked back at Brock. “Okay, fine. I’ll talk to Hammond.” You just had to agree and get out of here. Once you were home, you could call the police station and tell them the truth and and and–

“Hammond is expecting you first thing tomorrow morning at the station.” Ward was looking down at your phone, tapping away at the screen. Great, he was just sending messages on your behalf. You hated that. Clearly you were not getting your phone back. Fuck, how were you going to get out of this?

“Now,” Brock leaned onto his elbows on the desk, returning his cigar to his mouth for a long drag. “Let’s talk about Rogers.”

You gulped.

“I need every little dirty secret you’ve got,” Brock said with a snap of his fingers. “Let’s go. Talk.”

“I don’t..” You faltered, glancing around the room quickly. Russo was watching you carefully while his partner seemed to be preoccupied with his feet, his eyes were drawn down. “I don’t know what you think I might know.. Steve and I.. We.. He broke up with me a while ago.”

A laugh escaped Brock. “I heard that wasn’t the case.”

Russo stepped forward. “Rogers took you home from Shield a few weekends ago, did he not? Drove you right back into your apartment then even walked you to the door?”

You stilled. Why did these men know about that? Were they following you? Or Steve? How did they know where you lived?

“I don’t know anything, I swear. Even when we were..” You closed your eyes. “We didn’t talk about business.”

“You know, I don’t believe you.” Brock let out a frustrated huff and tapped his cigar ash to the floor. “Let’s start easy, alright? Rogers has a ledger, the Bible for all his transactions. Where does he keep it?”

You shrugged. “I honestly have no idea. I don’t remember ever seeing a ledger or–”

“Bullshit.” It was Russo jumping in now. “You were fucking him for months. Christ, give us something.”

If you shifted your head back and forth in a shake anymore, you were going to give yourself whiplash. “I-I don’t, really.” You didn’t like how they were both crowding in on you, guns visible on their hips as their voices escalated. “Steve didn’t tell me things - he.. I didn’t..”

“Where does he keep his safe? What buildings did he take you to?” Brock continued on, reciting any thought or question that seemed to jump into his head. “I need to know which Senator is really in his pocket. And what he promised to Rhodes.”

You repeated yourself again and again and again as they bombarded you. “I don’t know, I don’t know! He would never tell me those things.”

“Think harder then.” Brock stood up in a fury, circling the desk to plant himself in front of you. “I need something fucking useful.”

Squeezing your eyes shut, you tried to think of something, anything to stop this. Everything you retained about Steve wouldn’t be what they wanted - that he was an old soul, a gentleman who kept your best interests at heart. Who loved old musicals and his mother. Who cared deeply about things but had hurt you deeply, too. None of that would have been helpful so what the fuck were you supposed to do?

“I..” You let out a breath. Would it be worth it to lie?

“If you say ‘you don’t know’ one more goddamn time..” Brock leaned forward, closing in the space between you and reaching for your jaw. He held it between his fingers, keeping you in his grasp waiting for an answer.

When you didn’t respond, Brock growled and reached for his cigar, flipping it in his fingers and bringing the burning end closer and closer to your exposed neck. You could feel the heat before it even touched your skin and all you could do was scream in anticipation.

“I don’t– please! Please don’t-” You pressed yourself into the chair, trying to get as far away from him as possible. But, the burning sensation never came.

“Hey–” This was a new voice. The Strong and Silent man lingering near Russo had rushed between you and Brock, shoving him away before the cigar made contact with your skin. “You said you weren’t going to hurt her.”

Brock pushed him back. “This has nothing to do with you, Castle. Back the fuck off.”

Castle didn’t move - acting as a barricade between you and Brock. They stood at a standstill, and eventually Brock let out a long dramatic sigh. “Ward.” He snapped his fingers again and Ward came forward. Once again, a hand landed on your shoulder.

“Take her up to the roof.”

---

“Do we not fucking knock anymore?” Steve called out as Bucky burst into his office, dragging Peter by the collar as he did.

Steve’s patience had run thin following dinner with his mother. She had managed to stir everything else up again, the feelings Steve was desperately trying to eliminate from his heart. Yet, they hadn’t dulled over time like he wanted. They remained steady, as steady as the beat of his heart.

“She’s good for you.”

On top of that, they had managed to clear out most of the out of territory drug dealers creeping into Brooklyn. But it hadn’t really stopped. The drugs still found their way in, and the problems were escalating moreso. Angry clients, aggravated partners, a particularly frustrated future Mayor who needed Steve’s compliance and trusted network underground for insight.

The last thing Steve wanted to deal with now was another issue. But when Steve saw the panicked look in Bucky’s eyes as he grabbed Peter’s shirt, Steve paused.

“Show him.” Bucky urged Peter forward, eyes wide in a panic. “Now.”

Steve stood from his chair slowly, meeting the young man in the middle of his office. “What’s going on? Is this about Beck again?”

“No, sir. No. It’s uh..” Peter’s hand was shaking as he gripped his cellphone, tapping on the screen before he glanced between Bucky and Steve again. “I keep an eye on social media - mostly just to see what’s happening, who’s hanging out where. My friend Ned he..” Peter shook his head. “Whatever. No one knows it’s me who watches their stuff. So. I was clicking through John Walker’s Instagram stories - that guy is an idiot, by the way. Always trying to bait women to find him at clubs or wherever. And..”

Peter tapped through something on his screen then turned it toward Steve. “Mr. Barnes said he recognized the dog in the background of this video..”

Steve snatched the phone and pressed play on the screen recording. John Walker was in the middle of the frame, filming himself with the front camera as he talked about which bar he’d be showing up at later. But none of that mattered to Steve. What did matter was the dog tied up in the background, pulling at his lead as he started to bark.

“Christ. Sorry about the mutt. Dealing with something for work..”

Steve raised his eyes from the screen, eyebrows furrowed. “When was this posted?”

Peter swallowed before he replied. “About 20 minutes ago.”

Bucky turned to Steve. “Is that..?”

All Steve could do was growl, shoving the phone back at Peter. “Send that to me. Right now.” Steve reached for his own phone, heading out the door of his office towards the primary club facilities. Bucky was at his feet, asking what he could do to help.

“Buck, call Kate. I need a timestamp for when Hercules was picked up.”

Bucky nodded and tore off, phone to his ear.

Steve called Clint directly. “Barton, I need your help.”

---

Kate confirmed you had picked up Hercules just before they closed. She didn’t notice anything concerning, aside from your general demeanor seeming quiet.

Clint reviewed security footage outside your apartment building entrance, back door and lobby. No sign of you. It’s possible you had picked up your dog then gone elsewhere, but Steve wasn’t convinced.

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Steve paced his office again and again, waiting desperately for some information. Peter and Thor had stolen off to a few well known bars to see if they could track down Walker or any of his friends.

Clint had gone to your building to troll the neighborhood and seek out any additional video footage that might help.

Steve called Vision to see if he could connect with Wanda to get some information about where you might be, without leading to anything especially suspicious.

Steve needed to know where you were and if you were okay. Truthfully, he wouldn’t be able to settle until he knew you were safe - until he saw you himself.

This was the fucking risk, wasn’t it? Letting you in. People were going to use your relationship against him. It was staring him right in the face all along. Fuck, how could he live with himself if you got hurt?

Steve let out a fit of rage that had been brewing within him. He grabbed the rocks glass off his desk, still half full of melting ice, and sent it flying into the back of his door.

God fucking damnit. He didn’t like any of this. With no news from Vision and Wanda, his mind was going to bad places.

Steve stalked across the broken glass and threw his door open, grabbing his coat as he left. He found Bucky downstairs at the bar, phone in hand as Natasha leaned beside him.

“Please tell me someone has some fucking news to share,” Steve growled out as he approached. He didn’t even have to ask Natasha to pour him a drink, as it quickly appeared on the bar.

“No Walker sightings yet,” Bucky said as he glanced at his phone. As he turned the screen, a new message appeared.

The text didn’t contain any information or words, just a simple location pin. Bucky tapped on it, revealing an address on the outskirts of Brooklyn.

“Who sent that?” Steve asked, eyeing over Bucky’s shoulder as he drained his glass.

“No clue. I don’t know the number.” Bucky replied quietly. “No message either. Just a thumbs up emoji. But the timing is suspect.”

Steve shook his head. What did he have to lose? “Let’s go. Have Sam meet us there.”

---

You should have worn more layers, warmer clothes. Not that you anticipated being abducted on your way home. But you trusted the warm fall morning and now all you had was regret. A thin sweater barely kept you covered and the looming thunder overhead meant the threat of rain was very real.

Ward had dragged you up the barren staircases to the roof, where he had then removed one of your handcuffs only to attach it to some external pipe system that hugged the outside wall of the building. You could sit on the dirty cold roof or stand and try to peer down, but nothing else. You were stuck.

When you tried to plead with Ward for your escape, he only smirked then offered an alternative.

“Tell you what - if you get on your knees for me, I’ll remove the handcuffs altogether.”

As an answer to that proposal, you spit in his face. He really didn’t like that - which left you pushed to the ground and cuffed with no coverage from wind or impending rain. God fucking damnit.

Once Ward disappeared through the door again, you yelled for help. If it made any lick of difference, you had no idea. There was another building very close by, yelling distance at least. But it looked abandoned just the same. On the other side of the roof, it looked like an emergency staircase existed.

Not like you’d be able to escape. You seemed very stuck.

Were they going to leave you out there all night? Was this some scare tactic? What did they want from you - a detailed breakdown of everything you knew about Steve? You couldn’t do that - you wouldn’t. Despite the ricochet of emotions you had been through with Steve, you still felt.. something to him. Be it loyalty or kindness or whatever, you couldn’t throw him under the bus.

Steve was a good person. You saw that in him often. But these men? You weren’t so sure.

What if they left you until you had to meet with Hammond? Ten hours in the cold and rain. You could survive that, maybe. Maybe.

Thunder rumbled above you. Rain started to fall.

Fuck. Maybe not.

In an attempt to make yourself as small as possible, you sat against the side wall and wrapped your free arm around yourself. It didn’t do much to protect you from the rain, but it helped retain what little body heat you still had.

You weren’t sure how long you sat in the rain before you heard the access door burst open. You looked up and braced yourself, but felt almost relieved to see it wasn’t Ward again.

It was Castle.

He hesitated when he saw you, then quickly hurried in your direction.

You closed your eyes in a panic. “I’m sorry - I don’t have anything to share about Steve - I can’t remember if there was—”

“Hey, hey. It’s okay. I’m not here about that.” Castle crouched down in front of you. “I can’t let you go but let me help, alright?” He reached into his pocket and took out what looked like a Swiss Army knife. “I’ll get out of these cuffs at least.”

You braced yourself as he gently touched your wrist, using his tool to work through the lock mechanism. “Thank you.. uhm, Mr. Castle?”

He chuckled, barely. “Frank.”

You nodded, grateful as he freed your hand and left the cuffs dangling. “Thank you, Frank.”

“Over there,” Frank turned his head and pointed to the middle of the roof, where a small maintenance structure stood. It had a sloping roof that could provide more coverage. “Go. You’ll be covered at least.”

Frank got to his feet and offered you his hand. Once you were standing, he shrugged off his own heavy coat and handed it to you.

“Frank,” you clutched the coat and met his gaze, eyes blurring from the rain. “Can you just.. make sure my dog is okay? Hercules? He’s a lover, not a fighter. But he’s all I have and- and..”

Frank gave you a curt nod. “Go.” He motioned back to the small shed and you nodded too.

You had no idea why Frank was helping you. But you decided it had to be a good sign, right?

---

Steve had no idea what he was walking into. He had done this before – going in blind to certain situations was the nature of his entire job. It wasn’t always possible to anticipate who he would run into, if the person he trusted would deliver, if weapons were involved. But given his state of mind and the all-consuming worry he had about your wellbeing; he didn’t really care what he was faced with.

He just needed to figure out where you were and ensure you were safe.

The location that had been sent to Bucky was outside of Brooklyn, just barely. Along an industrial neighbourhood, where plenty of abandoned factories and distribution centers lived, the coordinates lead them to a nondescript building.

Steve and Bucky climbed out of the car, strapped with more than enough guns and ammunition to fight their way through whatever and whoever they were about to face. As they approached, Sam jogged into view, too.

“Thor couldn’t find Walker anywhere,” Sam provided as an update once they were waiting outside. “But Peter’s little tech friend managed to track a location for some recent postings to this general area..”

“Sounds like a likely place to look,” Bucky concluded, raising an eyebrow as he glanced at Steve.

Steve took in a deep breath, eyebrows narrowed as he gazed at the doors ahead of him. Raising his hands, he tugged at the collar of his coat and smoothed it out before nodding. He was ready to deal with this.

“If she’s anywhere in here, her safety is priority, you understand?” Steve glanced from Bucky back to Sam, waiting for their own nod of understanding. “If anyone put her in danger, they’re going to pay. But not at her expense.”

Bucky pressed his knuckles into his metal palm, a coy smirk raising on his lips. “Here’s hoping I get to fuck up Walker’s face again.”

Sam took the lead and yanked the dilapidated entry door open, busting open the lock mechanism with little effort. The main level they entered on was mainly being used for vehicle parking and what looked like some storage. A staircase led up to the next level.

Steve carried on - striding to the top of the staircase and heading through the doors. The entire building was in bad shape but this wasn’t their first rodeo.

Someone was hiding out somewhere. And when he found them, it wasn’t going to be pretty.

“Sam - call everyone to be standby, including Thor and his brother. Get Barton to scope out next door, too. Lots of windows for coverage, the rooftop. Remind him about the Bullseye protocol.” Steve ran a hand through his hair then glanced to his right, motioning to the far door with Bucky. “You’re with me.”

In a few long strides, Steve reached the door and waited. Then, he raised a hand and knocked against it. Bucky stood behind his left shoulder.

Someone on the other side of the door was yelling, then eventually they heard heavy stomping as someone approached. When the door opened, Steve didn’t hesitate - he leaped forward and reached for the collar of whoever it was.

Steve growled. Grant Ward.

“Oh Jesus fucking–” Ward yelped out, trying to pull away from Steve’s grasp as Steve backed him into the room. “Take it fucking easy, Rogers. What the fuck are you–”

“Where is she?” Steve’s voice boomed, holding Ward in his grip as he glanced around the room. It was a fairly sparse leftover office, but sitting at the end of the large boardroom table was Billy Russo, Frank Castle and Brock Rumlow himself. A few other nameless thugs waited behind them, guns at the ready. “Where IS SHE?”

Steve threw Ward to the ground, reaching for his gun as the men at the table stood up and drew their own weapons, too. Bucky followed in behind Steve and kicked Ward down when he tried to get back on his feet.

“Stay down,” Bucky said to Ward.

Rumlow moved from his spot slowly, waving his gun around and placing it down on the table as he walked towards Steve. “Rogers.”

Steve didn’t respond, darting his eyes from Rumlow back to Russo and Castle at the table. Russo looked away, suddenly preoccupied with anything else but Steve. Castle, though, also put his gun away.

“Rumlow.” Steve growled out your name this time. “Where. Is. She?”

Brock smirked. “Who? Oh.. yes. Sure. We just met. As far as I know, you two aren’t together anymore. What’s the concern?”

“If you fucking touched her-” Steve raised his hand again, gun pointing directly at Rumlow as they stood apart. “Tell me where she is.”

“Me and Russo have been talking. I think the three of us could be working together better. If you haven’t been picking off my dealers one by one, the pot could be a lot sweeter.”

“You and your drugs aren’t worthy of Brooklyn.” Steve stepped forward. “Tell me.”

“You know, I didn’t want us to meet like this.” Rumlow brought his hands up, in a faux act of surrender then slowly moved one of them forward to encourage Steve to put his weapon down. “In fact, I went through a lot of trouble to keep your pretty face away from here.”

“Not much trouble, it seems. And it sounds like you have a mole,” Steve shot back, sparing a quick glance back around the room. Russo looked away again but Steve met Castle’s eyes for a beat, then turned back to Rumlow. “Loyalty is rare around these parts.”

“Speaking of loyalty - your girl.” Rumlow stepped back and let out a long breath.

Steve matched him and stepped forward, raising his gun up once more. “If you laid one fucking hand on her–”

“I’ll tell you where she is after we chat, alright? I need a promise from you - to share the territory.”

Steve huffed, lips pursed as he scanned Rumlow’s face. “Tell me where she is.” Steve could hear Bucky shuffling behind him, metal fist clenched, growing just as impatient as Steve was.

“Nah.” Rumlow shrugged, glancing around the room. “If you won’t negotiate, my lips are sealed. I still need her, gotta clear something up with the cops. Then, I don’t know. I guess she’s nice enough on the eyes, bit thicker than what I usually go for but maybe I’ll get her to warm my bed for a–”

Steve wasn’t an idiot. Rumlow was baiting him. And god fucking damnit it worked. Steve surged ahead, letting out another growl of rage as he attacked Rumlow with his fists.

On the other side of the room, Ward slid over to kick against Bucky’s knee - angering Bucky all the same. Sam rushed in to join them at the first sound of chaos. It wasn’t quite contained and really, it didn’t come as a surprise that everyone in the room was more than prepared for a fight. Rumlow’s extra lackeys seemed more than charged enough for the action. Bucky easily took care of Ward on his own, as Sam darted between helping Steve with Rumlow and the others as Russo tried to keep his distance.

“Where is she?” Steve had Rumlow on the ground, pummeling his fists into Rumlow’s jaw. He didn’t get a response, as the sound of gunshots sounded out, ending with shards of glass flying across the floor. In a brief moment of hesitation after, Steve took in the rest of the room.

Russo had slipped out. Castle too.

“Sam!” Steve stood quickly, keeping his foot against Rumlow’s neck.

Sam hurried over and tagged in as Steve rushed through the door to follow where the other two had gone. Running towards the staircase, he looked upwards and could hear the distinct sound of hurrying feet and the slamming of a metal door.

He bounded up the stairs towards the roof.

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The rain continued to fall, although it had at least slowed down to a cool drizzle. It didn’t mean much since you were already soaking wet, though the coat from Castle had helped. It hadn’t really fit you but the extra layer kept you marginally more comfortable, despite the fatigue and hunger setting in. Was anyone else going to check on you? Would Castle come back to help?

Did.. did Steve know what was going on? Although - how would he even find out? Fuck, you kept going over everything again and again and again. The steps you took today, the conversation you had with Sarah a few weeks ago, Steve’s last words to you at your apartment…

You wish things had gone differently. Maybe in a different life or timeline, it might have all worked out.

Gunshots.

You could hear gunshots from somewhere nearby. Downstairs in the building, maybe. Truthfully, at least up on the roof, you were away from the reality of this situation - that these people had guns and clearly weren’t afraid to use them. Up there, in the rain, you could ignore all of that.

But no, here was the glaring reminder. A few more shots sounded out then it seemed to stop. You tried to keep ignoring it, laying your back flat against the wall of the structure until you heard the door open again. You couldn’t even bring yourself to look until you heard someone barking out your name. This time the voice belonged to Russo.

A set of footsteps tracked further onto the roof, but you held your safe position. Russo finally appeared ahead of you, a scowl etched on his face. “I thought Ward tied you up. Whatever, let’s go.” He grabbed your closest wrist, urging you away from your hiding space. You tried to yank yourself away.

“Please, I don’t want to-”

“Bill - come on, can’t we just drop all this?” Frank came into your eyeline next, looking you over quickly then back towards the door. “Rogers isn’t dumb, he’ll follow us up here anyway.”

Your heart jumped at Steve’s name. He was here, he was going to get you away from this.

Russo’s grip tightened on your wrist, though he turned to look at Frank. “The plan remains the same - we need her to talk to Hammond so Rogers can land some jail time. It’s the only way we can get ahead.”

Frank let out a noncommittal sigh. “Rumlow is a fuckin’ idiot. You don’t think his plan is to screw us over later too?”

“I don’t give a shit about that right now,” Russo growled, looking back towards you. “Let’s go.”

Frank hesitated again, but didn’t argue any further. You pleaded again as they took you to the far side of the roof, where the emergency fire escape stairs were. Russo let you go momentarily as he stalked over, peering down towards the stairs.

“They should hold up, I hope” he said with a shrug, motioning his head for you to go. “Ladies first.”

You shook your head, taking a step back and glancing towards the door instead. “No, I..” You turned on your heel.

A gunshot sounded out behind you, loud and piercing. You screamed, eyes wide as you turned back. Russo was scowling again, holding his gun high as he shot it upwards into the sky. He lowered it slowly, pointing it at you directly instead. If that wasn’t enough of a warning. “Down you go. Now.”

You glanced at Frank, who remained completely stoic as he looked between you and Russo.

Suddenly, the door flew open again. You all turned to look.

A wave of relief flooded through you - it was Steve. He called your name as he walked towards you, never breaking his eye contact with you. In an instant, all your worries and doubts and everything seemed to shatter as he looked at you with such gentleness and grace.

Russo let out a hard laugh, waving his gun for a brief moment before aiming it back at you. “No time for your cute reunion. Let us walk away, Rogers.”

“Sweetheart,” Steve didn’t even bother replying to Russo, though he did stop in his tracks when he realized Russo had a gun pointed at you. But, Steve carried on, repeating your name. “Are you okay?”

You swallowed hard, jaw shaking as you nodded.

Steve softened, for a fraction of a second. You knew he could tell you weren’t being honest. But what were you supposed to do? You were a hostage, soaking wet on a roof, with a gun pointed in your direction - no, you were not okay.

You watched as Steve transformed again, soft eyes replaced by hard lines, a tight jaw. He finally broke your gaze and turned his attention to Russo and Castle. “Let her go and we’ll all walk away from this unscathed.”

A loud laugh escaped Russo. “Right. I don’t think so. We’re walking away from this with the leverage we need.”

You watched as Steve took in a deep breath, then reluctantly put his hands up. “What do you want, Russo? Money, territory, names? What? I’ll give you whatever you want - just put your gun down and let her go.”

“You think I’m an idiot?” Russo shook his head. “No, I’m not playing this game.”

“This isn’t a fucking game,” Steve continued, reaching his hand slowly for his gun. He raised it up then just as quickly tossed it behind himself. “Please, Bill. Just leave her out of this.”

“Billy..” Frank finally spoke up too. “Let’s call it, okay? Sounds like Rogers is willing to talk and–”

“No.” Russo took a step closer to you, gun firm in hand. “No, we’re going to–”

Before you realized what was happening, you weren’t even standing on your own two feet anymore. A flurry of noises rang out around you - screaming, gunshots, shouting. Someone had wrapped their arms around you – you fell towards the ground – you landed on.. Steve. It was Steve.

He had run towards you in the action, caging you in his arms as you both landed on the rooftop together. Safe. Alive. Steve shielded you with his own body from the noise and chaos happening around you. You didn’t know who had been shooting who, if anyone escaped or made it down the fire escape. All you knew is that you were safe, in Steve’s arms.

Steve was whispering out your name, again and again, like some sort of prayer on his lips. His words were wrapped in apologies, in cries for your safety, in hushed words that begged for reassurance. As everything else seemed to quiet down, he gently pushed himself up to peer down at you.

“Sweetheart, I’m so–”

“Steve, it’s okay. I’m okay.. I’m..c-cold.”

He shook his head and quickly shifted again, standing up and helping you back to your feet, too. He shrugged off his own jacket and draped it over you. Slowly, he raised his hand and slid it down the side of your face, wiping away stray droplets of water with his thumb. His palm was warm against your cheek, you could feel his whole heart pulsing as he held you.

“I’m sorry, baby. I’m–”

“Steve!” Bucky’s voice broke you both from the spell. Steve reluctantly looked away from you, pivoting slightly as he looked towards Bucky running in their direction. Across the roof, both Frank and Russo were on their knees, hands wrapped behind their backs. A makeshift bandage was wrapped around one of Russo’s biceps.

Wait, had someone shot him? It couldn’t have been Steve, he had put his gun down. Would Frank have..

Bucky leaned in slightly and mumbled into Steve’s ear, then they both looked across the roof towards the adjacent building. Bucky waved in that direction and Steve nodded, then they both turned back to you.

Before Steve could say anything else, you reached for his shirt. “Steve - you..we need to find Hercules. They said.. They..” You closed your eyes tight, head shaking as you tried to form your words. “They were going to take him somewhere to fight. I don’t know if..”

Bucky stood up tall again. He said your name firm, like a promise. “I’ll find him.”

As Bucky left, Steve wrapped his arms around you again - tighter this time. With one hand, he secured your back and the other cradled your head against his chest. He didn’t say anything and you couldn’t find any words either.

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You were back at Steve’s apartment. You thought you’d never see those big windows overlooking Brooklyn ever again and yet, there you were. Safe.

Safe and warm, following a long shower in Steve’s guest bathroom. Stripping away your damp clothes and stealing away into the stream for longer than probably necessary had been a nice escape. Especially given that Steve had driven you back to his place in silence - though it wasn’t as awkward as before. It just felt like maybe there were things you both needed to say but couldn’t bring yourself to mention yet.

Before you had left the building earlier, Steve hadn’t let you leave his sight. Well, except for about ten minutes where Bucky hovered over you instead.

Steve brought you inside, back downstairs to that same boardroom and office space. But this time, you weren’t faced with bad guys with guns. Well, the bad guys remained but the guns were gone.

All four of them were bound and seated at a chair. Ward’s head was lolled to the side, Brock had a bloody face, Russo and Castle were mostly left without much damage. But you had a feeling that wasn’t going to last.

Steve squeezed your hand, gently turning you away from looking at them.

“Hey,” he said quietly, tipping your chin up with his thumb. “Can you tell me what happened? What they did?”

You swallowed hard, eyes wide for a moment as you considered his question. What was he going to do?

“Don’t overthink it, okay? Just tell me what you think I should know.”

You let out a breath then recounted everything. Ward ambushing you on the sidewalk, Brock threatening you, Russo joining in…

“But Frank he..” You finally spared a glance over your shoulder. Frank sat up straight in his chair, resigned to whatever fate awaited him. “He helped me. Tried to protect me, gave me his coat..”

Steve nodded, looking in Frank’s direction the same way. Steve called for Sam, then gave him another nod and Sam went to untie Frank from his chair.

It was only a few moments later that Bucky showed up with Hercules, who - thank god - looked unharmed, if a little worked up. You couldn’t help but start to cry as you broke away from Steve and rushed to your son.

But, It wasn’t lost on you how quickly Bucky led you away from the room with your dog. Or how the door shut behind you, leaving Steve and Sam in there with the rest of the men, the overlapping sounds and sounds of distress…

When you finally decided you had wasted enough water and regained all the proper feeling in your body, you shut off the water and let out a long sigh. Outside on the counter, folded neatly beside your warm towel, was some clothes you had left at Steve’s ages ago. Soft and clean layers to keep your temperature steady as you got ready for bed.

You supposed it was a choice you made - agreeing to go home with Steve instead of back to your own apartment. But you knew you wouldn’t be able to sleep there - not tonight. And you knew Steve would insist on staying and keeping guard outside your door anyway. So it made more sense this way.

After you changed, you found Hercules waiting for you in the hallway. You could hear Steve in the living room, speaking quite passionately on his end of a phone call.

“Jim, this is the only deal I’m making. Proof of your dirty cop aside, I’m handing you Rumlow alive on a silver platter, even though I should have let him bleed out. So you have to do this for me. I don’t give a fuck about protocol..” There was a heavy pause. “Every instance of her name on any police report - gone. I don’t want her attached to any of it, do you understand? No trace of her. I don’t care - redact it or burn it. Get that done and I’ll deliver Rumlow to you in the morning. Understood?”

You knew you probably shouldn’t be listening, but it was your name he was mentioning.

“As for Russo, I’m dealing with that myself. But keep him on your radar. If you need another arrest to clench your win, you can have him once I’m done.”

You quietly slipped into the guest bedroom once you realized his call had ended. Once Hercules followed you in, you shut the door. Fuck. What happened now? Maybe you and Steve needed to talk about all of this - you definitely needed to talk about it.

You heard footsteps coming down the hallway towards the bedrooms and Steve stopped outside your door. You held your breath, wondering if he would say your name or knock. But - nothing. His phone buzzed again and he disappeared into his bedroom.

With a heavy sigh, you leaned against the door.

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Mentally, Steve was exhausted.

Physically, his energy peaked in the midst of the action and hadn’t seemed to peter off yet.

You were safe, you were safe, you were safe.

Why couldn’t he calm down? You were one wall away, falling asleep. Safe. He got to you before anything critical happened. Christ, nothing should have happened in the first place.

Following his long frustrating phone call with Rhodes, he wanted to talk to you. He wanted to say everything that was weighing down his heart - but your door was closed and he couldn’t even find it in himself to knock.

You were probably even angrier with him than before - given that this was all his fault. But that was fine with him. He could deal with your anger if that meant you had any feelings towards him left. Anger counted.

He rinsed off in the shower then pulled on a pair of pajama pants before falling into bed, not that he was tired. His brain was wired and maybe an allnighter was in his future.

Steve sent off a few last messages to Bucky and Sam, then discarded his phone on the nightstand. He leaned back against the headboard and–

There was a knock at his bedroom door. You were knocking. He swung his legs off the bed and hurried to open the door, just as you were about to push it open yourself.

“Hi,” you said quietly, meeting his eyes in the low light streaming in from his lamp.

“Are you okay?” Steve asked, scanning you for any signs of distress.

You shrugged, drawing in a deep breath. Then Steve took a step back, waving his arm to invite you in. You released your lungs slowly, nodding and following him inside. Wordlessly, he climbed into the bed and offered the open blanket to you, arms wide. You just nodded again, crawling in and finding a spot - your spot - underneath his arms.

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CHAPTER 07 - CHAPTER 09

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x plus size reader #steve rogers x plus sized reader #steve rogers x you #mob boss steve rogers #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers au #story: sink into me #simmerandcry #simmerandwrite

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lostaurorax · 1 year

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I absolutely loved breeder and preggers! I was wondering if you could make it into a mini series? (possibly having a reveal to mama kelce + jason, then when the baby is born, and maybe baby's first superbowl) Anyways, keep writing, I love these works and can't wait to read more! ❤️

telling the family - travis kelce.

authors note| i actually have fallen in love with this series so i will definitely be making it into a mini series 🤭🤭 thank you so much!! i’m so glad you love my work 🥹 here’s part 3 we’re trav & reader tell his family!! hope you enjoy!!

warning| pregnancy + mentions of nausea & morning sickness

after telling travis that you were pregnant you had immediately been eager to tell his family about it.

for travis’s family, you hosted a dinner at your house with jason’s wife & kids and travis’s mom and dad. kylie had been helping you cook in preparation for the dinner. she had become suspicious of you after a few incidents.

“cheers to family!” kylie said as she handed you a glass of red wine, causing your eyes to widen knowing you’d have to come up with an excuse quickly.

“mm yes cheers!” you said as you brought the cup up to your lips as waited for her to take her sip so she wouldn’t see you avoid the glass. just the smell of the wine brought your nausea back.

“mm excuse me real quick i’m feeling really nauseous..” you said as you put the glass down and speed walk to the bathroom causing kylie to be really confused.

“hey babe.” kylie said as she called jason over

“what’s up hun?” he said as he walked over to her behind the large kitchen counter

“don’t you think y/n’s been acting weird?” she said hoping he was catching on to what she was

“weird in what way…?” he said extremely confused and having no idea what she was talking about

“well she tried to hide it but she didn’t drink any of her wine..and she ran to the bathroom because she felt nauseous!” kylie said with wide eyes hoping her point got across

“oh my god. is she…” jason said after really listening to what she said

“i think she is!!” kylie said excitedly as she smiled wide. you and she were so close and you always talked about having babies and if you really were pregnant she was so happy for you.

“whew sorry i’m good now!” you said as you stepped back into the kitchen. “oh hey j.” you said as jason was in the kitchen now

“hi y/n/n. i’m gonna go find trav!” he said quickly making his exit before he made their accusations obvious

you and kylie had finished dinner as the boys set the table.

“hey is y/n alright?” jason asked travis as they laid out the tablecloth and plates

“yeah why is she actin’ weird?” travis said hoping they hadn’t caught on yet

“kind of. ky thinks she’s sick or somethin but i don’t know..” jason said as he looked at travis across the table

“nah, as far as i know, she’s good bro bro don’t stress!” he said as he walked by jason and pat his back

once everyone was seated at the table and finished their dinner, everyone had moved to the living room onto the couch. travis gently tapped your thigh signaling you to start. you looked at him and nodded before you stood up and cleared your throat.

“guys do a funny pose! i wanna take a picture of all of us for this new tiktok trend!” you said as you stood up and placed your phone against the tv stand and hit record before you sat down next to travis in the middle of the couch. everyone looked slightly confused but still threw up a funny pose or face.

“okay 1..2…3…say y/n’s pregnant!!!” you announced as your phone recorded

“WHAT?!?!?” mama kelce said as she shot straight up off the couch along with kylie

“OH MY GOSH I KNEW IT!!!!” she said as she basically tackled you from the side

“oh my god y/n and travis are you serious!!!!” jason said just as excited as his mom and wife

“wow congratulations you guys!!” papa kelce said

“y/n i’m not even kidding i had a feeling you were!” kylie said pulling away from the hug as you both wiped tears off of your cheeks.

“i had a feeling you were catching on after you handed me a cup of red wine and i ran away to go vomit!” you said as you both laughed.

“you’re gonna have a little cousin soon!!” you said to wyatt and elliotte as you picked them both up and they laughed

“yay!!” wyatt said knowing she’d have some company besides her sister soon.

“oh y/n. i’m so happy for you!!” mama kelce said as she came over to hug you

“aw thank you mama. i love you!!!” you said as you hugged her back tightly

jason and travis had come over now after conversating about the news.

“so happy for you guys!!” jason said as he walked over to hug you

“thank you j!!” you said as you hugged him back.

“guess you took the comment i made on the podcast the other day a little too literally…” jason said immediately causing everyone to bust out laughing

“hey i have to be the favorite somehow!” travis said as he shrugged his shoulders

ed travis and jason’s dad came over to congratulate you also.

after that everyone had cleared out for the night to their own homes leaving you and travis alone. you were both showered and in bed together.

“you happy baby?” trav asked as you laid with your head on his chest and his hand rubbing over your belly.

“happiest girl in the world my love…” you said as you reached upwards to kiss his lips.

“mmhm i love you and our baby so much,” he said as he kissed your forehead after separating away from the kiss

“i love you more babe. now get some rest we get to see our baby for the first time tomorrow!!” you said causing trav to get excited and immediately drift off to sleep.

you were so beyond blessed and grateful knowing your baby would be brought into a world where they were absolutely loved and adored by their family. and that’s all you could ask for.

“i love you more babe. now get some rest we get to see our baby for the first time tomorrow!!” you said causing trav to get excited and immediately drift off to sleep. you were so beyond blessed and grateful knowing your baby would be brought into a world where they were absolutely loved and adored by their family. and that’s all you could ask for.

you were so beyond blessed and grateful knowing your baby would be brought into a world where they were absolutely loved and adored by their family. and that’s all you could ask for.

#travis kelce #travis kelce x reader #travis kelce fanfic #travis kelce x pregnant!reader #travis kelce fic #husband!travis kelce x wife!reader #nfl fanfic

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sturn1olo-ffics · 6 months

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- HIDDEN (a series) -

pt. 1 | pt. 2

- Matt Sturniolo x Fem Reader

- Warnings: kissing, suggestive content?, profanity, use of y/n, enemies to lovers 😈, hidden love frfr, multiple parts; NOT PROOFREAD

- About: Y/n and Matt aren’t very fond of each other on the outside, but on the inside, what really are they?

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(Y/N’s POV):

Finding myself alone on a Friday night, I walked down the stairs of my apartment and into my living room. Turning on the TV to my Spotify account, as it is way louder than my speaker, I started playing my rap playlist.

I had only really gotten into rap because of Chris, my best friend, playing it every time he got on aux in my car. But, I can’t complain. I’m always open to trying something new.

I set the remote down and headed to the kitchen to start making some pasta for dinner. After doing so, I sat down at my island on a stool and began eating.

I found myself scrolling through Instagram before I got a call from Madi.

“Hey girl. Some of the girls and I just got invited to a last minute party tonight. Wanna come with? It’s an excuse to dress uppp…!” She said, dragging the last word out musically.

“Yeah sure! Text me the addy and send a pic of what you’re wearing” I responded excitedly before we ended the call.

I sat my bowl in the sink, along with the pots I used, and headed up to my bedroom to start getting ready.

I searched through my closet, finding a red satin dress that hugged my curves perfectly, and some gold heels. I had been waiting to wear this outfit out.

I started on my hair, blow drying it to show off the layers I had gotten cut just days before. Then headed on to my makeup.

Upon finishing my makeup, I stared at myself in the mirror a bit, admiring the job I did on my eyeliner proudly. Then, I sprayed some cherry-smelling perfume and put on some gold jewelry that matched my shoes.

I grabbed my phone and searched through my saved audios on TikTok before finding the perfect one to lip sync to.

But, before I could hit record, I heard a knock at my bedroom window.

Immediately surprised due to my room being on the second floor, I was hesitant to open my curtains.

Before I could take a step toward the window, I heard a laugh come from the other side.

“Y/N I know you’re in there.” It was Matt.

I never got along with Matt, but really there was no reason behind why we hated each other so much.

Opening the curtain and then the window, I questioned him as he climbed in, soaked from the rain.

“Matt why the fuck are you at my apartment… let alone my bedroom window?” I backed away from him.

“I knocked on your front door, you just didn’t hear because of your loud ass music.” He sassed back.

“Okay but why are you here though…?” I asked, still very confused and knocked out of routine.

“I came to see if you had Chris’ hoodie… which is actually mine, but he stole it.” He said, stepping toward my closet.

“I think I do actually, but you could have just called me.” I opened my closet and grabbed the hoodie he was asking about.

“What’s the fun in that?” He leaned down and whispered in my ear before grabbing the hoodie out of my hand.

“Excuse me? Don’t fucking whisper in my ear like that-” I backed away from him before he cut me off.

“Oh please, pretty girl, you know you liked it.” He responded and turned toward my bedroom door.

“Ew. Go home Matt.” I stated, dramatically shaking my body to show how “icky” I felt. But really, my heart was racing.

“What are you all dressed up for?” He turned back around, walking back towards me.

“I’m going to a party with Madi.” I stated, setting my phone down on my vanity.

“Oh, I was hoping it was for me.” He lowered his voice and smirked at me.

“Wha-” I questioned before being cut off by Matt’s hands on my waist.

“You know, I’ve always thought you were the prettiest girl Chris has ever been friends with. It’s a shame he doesn’t want you.” He smiled down at me, maintaining eye contact.

“I don’t want Chris like that-” I began before he cut me off once again.

“But that means I get to have you all to myself.” He said, pulling me closer by the waist.

I panicked, searching his eyes for anything that would help me understand what was going on, but I instead found my eyes landing on his lips.

Noticing this, he cupped my jaw with one hand and placed the other on the small of my back, pulling me into a passionate kiss.

I pulled back, searching his eyes before smiling and deepening the kiss.

He turned us around and backed up toward the bed before sitting down and pulling me on top to straddle his lap.

Pulling back, he moved the hair on my neck and placed sloppy, wet kisses down my jaw and onto my neck before marking me up.

“Matt-” was all I could murmur out, being engulfed by his cologne.

“Yes, baby?” He questioned before placing more kisses onto my chest, leaving more marks.

“We shouldn’t-” I started as my breath hitched at the feeling of his hips bucking up.

I pulled away from him and stood up, holding my hand out to pull him off my bed.

“We really shouldn’t.” I stated, running my fingers through my hair.

“You’re right, y/n.” He grabbed the hoodie he had thrown onto the bed and handed it back to me.

“Keep it. It’s not mine, it’s Chris’. I just knew you’d have a hoodie of his and used it as an excuse to come see you.” He laughed.

Giggling along with him, I led him down the stairs and to the front door.

“Do you wanna come to the party with me?” I asked, hoping he’d say yes.

“Nah, I got a video to film with Nick and Chris. Keep your bedroom window unlocked for me later, though.” He turned the door knob and headed towards his car, winking before hopping in the drivers seat.

“Will do.” I responded with a smile before closing my front door.

I headed back up to my room, still in confusion, to freshen up my makeup before leaving for the party while still leaving my bedroom window unlocked.

Upon arriving to the party, I found Madi and the other girls before receiving a text from Chris.

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A/N: Y’all this has got to be one of my favorite fics I’ve written so far and I cannot wait to share the other parts with y’all 😍😍

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fluorescentbalaclava · 1 month

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training season's over

Chapter 3: Foxtrot Oscar

Summary:

Foxtrot Oscar / FO / Fuck off (Army) Polite way of telling someone to go play on a motorway.

TF141/female reader

spy reader, forced bonding, slow burn, slow build, militar inaccuracies, sugestive language, language, canon typical violence, second chance, they hate you at first sorry

previous: chapter two "Charlie Foxtrot"

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You waited outside Price's office, biting on your chapped lips. You could hear them arguing inside, not necessarily screaming but loud enough so you could hear the words "brat", "fuck off" and "glasshouse".

After a few minutes they came out. The first one passing by you was Gaz, who just gave you a glare. Okay, fair.

The second one was Soap, who purposefully bumped into you with his shoulder, hard, making you huff. Rude.

But who took the cake was Ghost, who came out fuming from the office, and used your distraction from Soap's push to grab by the neck of your uniform and harshly ram you against the wall behind you, making you hit the back of your head and causing you to wince. Great, he’s going to chew my head off.

"Listen, you little shit," He said in a bitter tone, his eyes filled with anger and locked on yours, as he, instead of looking down, pulled you up from your clothes to meet his height, making you tip-toe to keep up. “If I catch you even thinking about trying anything, I will personally make sure to find the shittiest hole and throw you there to rot. Do you understand?"

"Roger that," You answered in a grunt, to which he just gripped your uniform tighter, pressing you harder against the wall, making you hit the back of your head again.

"Try again," He said in the same menacing tone, his eyes still watching every movement, every twitch of your face.

"Yes sir," Satisfied with your answer, he immediately dropped you, making you stumble before he followed Soap and Gaz down the hall.

Nice work environment.

This was your official introduction to your new team for the next five years. Very promising.

You had to wait one day for this, as they had to return from your hometown back to base. Price let you settle down in your new room in the barracks while you waited and you spent your free day feeling self-pity, allowing yourself to cry and let it all out so you could act normal tomorrow.

Your new room was bare and dark, with a thin and not very comfortable bunk bed, an empty desk, a chair and scattered closed boxes with some of your things. Your other belongings were inside a storage unit, as Price made sure to clear your new flat and he told you very proudly how he managed to get your deposit back and return the flat back to the real-state company with some excuses before KorTac had the chance to “accidentally” burn down the place to cover their tracks, so good-bye to your new home.

You weren't going to unpack now, not when you're feeling like your world crumbled down and you're trying to put it together. Back in KorTac you were considered missing, you imagined how they must have reacted, probably an "oh, well," before they pretended you never existed while they ran your record through the paper shredder and gave your position to someone else. Both your computer and your phone were searched thoroughly in case you were being followed and to complete the humiliation of your situation, they arranged the picture for your I.D. card to be taken immediately, masterfully capturing your broken nose and your two black eyes in a lovely plastic card that you had to present to get everywhere in base.

Price showed you around the base, and it looked like every single other one you've been in. There were barracks especially prepared for members of the 141, but the gym and mess room was shared with the rest of the base. All the rooms were the same, and there was a common room with a TV, a small kitchen, a table, a sofa... is that a PlayStation?

After the introduction incident, things went quiet. Too quiet. It took you two days to notice that they were giving you the silent treatment. The concept was too ridiculous, and you really wanted to see inside their heads to see if they actually believed that by pretending you don't exist you would go away. I kinda wish it worked like that.

The first week, every time you crossed paths with them while going to your room, they didn't even look at you. Multiple incidents made you chuckle because of their absurdity. Like that time, you were resting in the common room, drinking tea on the sofa while you watched the Great British Bake Off and they would walk to the door, notice you were there and turn around in the spot.

Eating at an empty table was also a common occurrence, as they would gather in a table far away, talking between themselves. The portions here are huge, no wonder why they look like that.

The second week the passive-aggressiveness (and sometimes not so passive) came back. You were once in the kitchen making yourself a tea, waiting for the kettle to boil while listening to music, and you spotted Soap waiting for you to finish over your shoulder. Without giving it much thought while you hummed at the song, poured him a cup of simple black coffee from the coffee machine, and turned around, handing it to him.

"How do you know I take it black?" The Scot asked confused which made you turn again.

I stalked you and your team for the last eight months. But instead of saying that, you just offered him an innocent smile making him frown as he was probably realizing what you meant with that look.

"Fucking spy" He said glaring at you, but grabbed the cup you were offering, nonetheless. A small victory, I guess.

Another time, a few days later, you were walking to the training field for a drill.

"Who is this handsome boy?" You said in a cute tone, looking over the German shepherd wearing the military harness whose leash Soap was holding.

"Riley" Gaz answered plainly, and that made you glance at Ghost, arching your brow with an inquisitive look.

"Don't look at me, I didn't pick it" He answered before looking away.

"Then why...?" You were interrupted by the dog suddenly barking at you, making you flinch back. "Oh, I can see why.��

"Look! He knows you're a criminal. Such a good boy, Riley!" Soap said in a cute tone of his own, petting the dog and scratching his head to congratulate him.

Price insisted that as a group you should go to training and target practice together to strengthen the bond.

"What bond? They hate me" You answered in an exasperated tone the first time he said that.

"Can you blame them?" You rolled your eyes, after all, this started because you were following them around, intercepting their communications and basically invading their privacy and spoiling their missions.

"Well, technically no... but---"

"Then be patient."

That's all you were to them. A merc, a criminal, an intruder, a spy. The rest of the training went awful. They worked as a team, like clockwork, they already knew each other, their reactions, their positions...and you were just there, behind them. Fuck, I'm so dead.

Once it was over and Price announced that you were leaving for an off-the-records mission in a secluded island to retrieve drones that were stolen from an American Army convoy, before they hit the dark market. While in there, you were going to split into two teams, Soap and Ghost, and Gaz and you, to cover more ground and eliminate most of the hostiles.

Your nose was almost completely healed, only a bit sensitive and there were some fading bruises under your eyes still, but the gauze was removed a few days ago, and the nurses were the only ones that were kind to you, giving the first normal conversation you had since you arrived. After visiting the infirmary to get checked and get cleared to go back for duty, you went to the showers to freshen up after the training, and the warm water helped you consider your next course of action and to reflect that if you had to die in action, it wouldn't be because of them leaving you behind. You had to set your foot down.

It was lunch time, a nice opportunity to get them all together. As you enter the hall, you spot them already eating at their usual table. Your hair was down and still damp, leaving the back of your tank top slightly wet, you were wearing your tactical pants, and your heavy boots were loud under your determined pace as you marched to their table. As you were standing next to their table, they stopped talking and put down their food to look up at your standing figure.

"Corporal?" Gaz in an inquiring tone.

These are your superior officers now; you have to respect them...but you couldn't help the words coming out of your mouth as an exasperated rant.

"Listen, I don't care if you threaten me, I don't care if you call me a criminal, merc, spy or whatever the fuck you want to call me just to antagonize me. But I am here, and I will be here for five years, nothing we can do about it and believe me when I tell you I don't want this any more than any of you do. So, unfortunately I am stuck with you, and you are stuck with me." You said putting your hands down on the table, leaning in, their eyes are fixed on you, their faces stoic…however you noticed their eyes drifting from your face, subtle, but still evident. But you didn't let it faze you, as you kept going in the same firm tone. "And I couldn't care less if you run away from me like I am the bloody plague when you see me around the base. But once we are deployed, we are a team who have to trust each other and I won't be killed in action just because three soldiers wanted to play mean girls as if we are in fucking high school and if you want to bitch about it to someone go to Price, this was his call. All I can do is to kindly ask you if you could get off your own arses and be professional enough to complete the task and then you can go back to hate me.”

They don't say anything in return, eyes fixated on you, the tension could be cut with a knife, hanging thick in the air and you could feel the eyes of the other tables in the mess-hall burning in your back.

"Did I make myself clear?" You added in the same firm tone, knowing that you might be pushing your luck talking to them that way, and you see them exchange a look.

"Crystal clear, lass" Soap finally answered, and it sounded convincing enough to make you lean back, standing straight. Lass? That's a new one.

Without further to add, you returned back where you came from, their eyes following you as you left, and from the distance you heard them talking again.

You would be lying if you said there was not certain amount of anxiousness settling on your stomach as the day of the mission approach.

next chapter: Chapter four "C.R.O.W."

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rosegirl6140 · 3 months

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Revenge on Valentino Fanfiction

Vaggie: You did what?!!!!!!

Alastor: I've simply removed dear Molly's inhibitions.

Angel Dust: So where is she?!!!!

Alastor: Wherever her sickest most twisted desires have led her.

Angel Dust runs to the door: Molly!!

Vaggie blocks the door.

Vaggie: Angel, clam down.

Angel: Calm down! My hot sister with a forty inch chest and twenty four inch waist is running around Pentagram City. Do you not how many sick and depraved weirdos are out there? Because I do!!!!!!!!!

Vaggie: We'll find her, you know her better than anyone where do you think she would go?

Husk: Um, guys I think I found her.

Everyone walks to the living room where a news broadcast is premiering on the TV

Katy Killjoy: A masked assailant has entered the V's compound and has been in a fight with the Lustful Overlord, Valentino for the past.

She checks her watch.

Katy Killjoy: twelve minutes, I've just received word that we now have footage of what is happening.

Angel Dust: Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Husk gets up and walks to Angel Dust who is freaking out.

Husk: Okay, I know this is the worst this situation could possibly go but maybe it-Oh my F*** what is that crazy B**** doing!!!!!!

Everyone looks to the TV Molly jammed something into Valentino's mouth while he's cradling his crotch. She then quickly sews his mouth shut.

Katie Killjoy: Did she just force feed him his own, wait has she? Yes, it appears she has found where Valentino keeps his soul contracts and is that gasoline, oh honey it's going to take more than-

Molly pulls out two holy blades and rubs them against each other until they make a spark and ignites the gas. Valentino stares in horror as she walks behind him, grabs his antennae and quickly chops off his head.

Back at the hotel everyone is staring in horror. Angel Dust's gold tooth turns back into a regular tooth and the gold whisps into the air like smoke before disappearing.

Alastor: Well that was certainly entertaining!

Vaggie pulls out a spear and aims it at Alastor.

Vaggie: What were you thinking? Molly is a Heavenly Ambassador who's supposed to be making this hotel credible and you just sent her on a murder spree, do you know what this could do to us?

Alastor: Oh please one decapitated moth corpse does not a murder spree make. Although that was quiet riveting. I wonder what she'll do next!

Angel Dust's phone starts vibrating. He takes it out and sees that he has a video call from Molly.

Angel Dust: Uh, looks like you're about to find out.

Angel Dust shows the phone to Alastor. Molly is sitting in Alastor's chair in his recording studio with a cannister of gasoline while sharpening some holy knives.

Alastor: Will you all excuse me for a moment?

Alastor teleports to his tower.

Vaggie: You're the reason she's doing all of this you idiot!!

#hazbin #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #vivziepop #hazbin angel dust #hazbin vaggie #charlie morningstar #molly hazbin hotel #hazbin husk

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chrisgetsmewet · 1 month

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Haunted experience

Pairing - matt × fem!reader

Summary - it's basically the sam and colby video Matt's girlfriend tags along but she doesn't wanna get involved so she just stays in one of the driskle hotel rooms.

Warning - paranormal, fluff, idk what else it shouldn't be that scary tbh

"Yeah I'll just wait in the room" i say walking backwards to finish off my conversation with sam and colby. Then having matt walk me there.

So i got to the driskle hotel with everyone. Matt told me i could come with him and his brothers also sam and colby was okay with it, i mean I would participate but i didn't really wanna get involved with the paranormal, cause that stuff kinda freaks me out.

I had a pretty weird experience with those kinda things when i was younger.

To my hair being tugged, my neck being scratched, and cabinets being slammed. So I heavily believe in those things. To think that sam and colby do this for a living and fun is crazy to me.

Matt walked me to the room i was staying in. On the way there we made conversation.

"Would it be ok if i called you when yall were recording" i question looking up at him

"Why would you need to call me? Also you don'thave to ask." he furrowed her brows his voice and facial expression filled with a mix of concern and confusion.

"Well i just thought... it would ruin-" I cut myself off.

"I don't know just incase.." i put my head down realizing i was getting all worked up over nothing.

He stopped walking and put his hands on my shoulder making me face him

"what's wrong?" He asked scanning my face trying to interpret my feelings." And also to answer you're question, I'll ditch the video if needed, especially if you need something." He reassured me, which always feels nice.

" it's nothing really-" he didn't let me finish

"If you're scared it's gonna be okay" he pulled me into a hug, my arms going around his waist his hands rubbing my back.

His phone buzzed it was a message from colby where are you we're ready?? I saw when he opened his phone

"Ok i gotta go, love you" he kissed my head before leaving.

"Love you too"

I was going to swipe the card on the door so i can enter but before i could swipe it, the door already opened, but my hand was on the nob so there could have been a possibility that it has already been opened or something??

I take everything in, the big bed in the middle of the room, a tv sitting right infront of it, against the wall of the bed a few feet over there was a closet it probably had robes and the ironing board in there, then theres a bathroom far over somewhere.

I sit on the bed scrolling through my phone for a few minutes.

"This is probably gonna take longer then i expected" i mumble to myself scooting off the bed looking for the remote to watch tv.

I found the remote and scrolled through a few channels and picked spongebob.

I took my shoes off to settle in and watch tv and probably take a nap cause who knows how long this would take.

I lay down turning my back away from the door just incase it opened again.

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Time passed my eyes began to fall heavy i checked the time 6:38pm we got here at 4:00pm

My focused was switched from my phone to the tv when the channel changed to a movie a scary one it appeared.

The lamp flickered a few times but i figured it was because the building is so old.

I get the remote to se what it was and it was the movie exorcist. My heart sank i quickly change the channel it was probably my foot hitting the remote.

I try and rub the situation off with excuses but i know that it was something more so i was shaken up, damn right terrified.

I give matt a text knowing theres a 45% chance he could reply and actually do something about it.

📲

Matt

Could you find time to make it to the room?

Delivered: now

I put my phone down trying to think about something else. Oh did i try. It didn't work.

I decided to walk around the building for a bit, i leave the room and walk down the hallway trying to stay around people so nothing super bad happens.

I take a turn trying to go down another hall not paying attention or list. Obviously nothing running through my head at all and i bump into

I look up and it's colby i look behind him and it's everyone else.

"Y/n what's wrong you look sick" nick said

"I- I'm fine" i look around rubbing my sweaty palms on my jeans.

"Where were you guys going anyway"

"To eat actually matt was going back to get you why we went down to the table but you're here now so let's go" colby says walking past me.

I fall behind so i can talk with matt

"You look shooken up whats wrong baby?"

"My experience with the hotel in general-"

"What happend" he sounded alarmed also interrupting me.

"I was getting to that"

"Sorry"

I sit down at the table where we were going to eat matt sat next to me.

the table was circle and there were six chairs that we sat in.

"So it started before i even entered the room so when i was about to come in, the door opened for me i brushed that off cause it's not that serious. Then i got comfortable laying in the bed-

I look down at my shoeless feet, only socks on my feet. Bringing matt to chuckle a bit making me laugh too.

"What are yall laughing at" chris interrupted making everyone look at us.

"Great way to put us on the spot chris"

"She has no shoes on just socks that it" matt added. Everyone laughed it off so i guess everything was fine.

"What are you guys talking about anyway" sam questions

"Just something that happend while i was waiting in the hotel room"

"Do tell" colby gestures for me to continue

"I'll just start the story over. So when i was about to enter the room the door opened for me but that wasnt much so i got comfortable in the room as you could tell, and i started getting tired then the channel changes to exorcist i thought it was just my leg that hit the remote or something but the lights were flickering and stuff, i was scared so i decided to leave and roam the halls until i bumped into you" i point to colby

"Wow we definitelygotta check that room out" everyone was nodding and agreeing.

"I would have done the same thing, the fuck not that anyone's saying anything but that alone is crazy" nick said breaking the silence that subsidied

I felt like no one believed me but i know they did it's just a feeling i had, i struggled with overthinking anyways.

Matt rubbed my leg under the table. That made me feel better.

I lean over to whisper in his ear

"I feel like no one believes me"

His face softened probably at the thought that i would think someone wouldn't believe what i said i mean they did say i looked scared earlier.

"Don't say that of course the do" he says at a low tone so only i can here him.

I nod and continue eating my food.

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Me and matt had a room together as long as we promised not to fuck. So Chris, and nick, sam and colby shared a room.

Matt was in the shower i had already taken mines when they started recording again after dinner.

I just sit up in my bed waiting for him to get out the bathroom scrolling on my phone. I hear the bathroom door open, matt came out shirtless with only his plaid pajama pants and his toothbrush in his mouth with his black T in hand.

"Did you knock on the door"

"No. Why?"

He just walked back in the bathroom not answeringmy question. That alone freaked me out I think I'm just a scarey cat but i dont care because matt allows me to be one meaning he was ok with it.

I come in the bathroom to find out what happend. I was curious as to why he asked me that to begin with. He probably had a paranormal experience just happen.

I walk up behind him and wrap my arms around his waist. I rest my head against his bare skin. Matt was caught off guard by my sudden interaction but when he notices it's me he relaxed.

"What happend?"

He shrugged at the question

"I heard a knock on the door"

"Well it wasnt me"

He bent down to spit the toothpaste and stood back up putting the tooth brush down wrong his mouth before he turned around to face me cupping my face.

"I know baby. when you told me it wasn't i believed you the first time, it was probably a ghost" he chuckled at the thought of having to reason that a ghost just done something.

He gave me a quick peck on the lips led by a few more other kisses.

"Lets go to bed" matt suggested i nodded agreeing with him.

I slip into bed on my side longing for more affection from matt to take my mind off the long day i had. And all the stuff that accorded throughout the day. so as soon as matt got into bed i cuddled up against him.

"It was such a long day" i breathed out.

"I can say the same" he added

"Can you tell me about the stuff you did today"

I wanted something to think about other then the fact I'm sleeping in a haunted hotel of endless possibilities. And that scared me, but his voice normally soothes me to sleep so that's why i want him to talk. He has no problem with it I stay up long enough to listen but it's rare.

He began talking about his day, running his fingers through my hair. I begin dozing off to sleep in the process.

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A/n : im kinda late to the hotel thing but idc it just randomly hit me so i wrote it. Hope this was a good read.

#matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo x reader #sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo imagines #matthew sturniolo #matt × reader #matt fanfic

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sunnyie-eve · 7 months

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1 | Friends

Series: Significant

Paring: Colby Brock x Original female character

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.3k

| MASTERLIST |

2014

"PEN!" Penelope heard her name being yelled by Sam so she goes to where they were.

"Thought you guys were recording?" She eyes everything.

"What's Colby's favorite TV show?" He asks her so she looks at him then Colby.

"Really? You called me for that? It's Regular Show." She tells him then goes back to what she was doing.

She had no clue why they invited her over when they planned to film for their YouTube channel. Because while they did that she just sat around on her phone or watched TV alone till they were done.

Penelope and Colby have been friends a lot longer than he and Sam were. They knew each other because their families were friends so they kinda grew up together. Then in Middle School, she knew Sam a bit more before Colby started hanging out with him in High School.

Getting bored waiting for the guys, Penelope just gets comfortable on the couch, "I should just go home but then I'll have to hear them bitch about leaving." She huffs closing her eyes cuddling a pillow.

By the time the guys have finished their video they wanted to go out to eat so they rush to Penelope just to see her sleeping. "You thinking what I'm thinking?" Colby smiles at Sam.

"She's going to hate you." Sam pulls out his phone to film him for a vine.

"She'll get over it. I'm her favorite person." He stretches a bit waiting for Sam to tell him to go. "Nellie Belly!" He screams jumping onto her causing her to scream as he startled her.

"You're such an asshole!" She shoves him off her into the floor. "You too, Sam." She covers her face.

"You love me." Colby kisses the side of her head as he gets off the floor. "Come on. We want to go eat." He parts her knee.

Penelope moves her hands to glare over at Sam, "I said you will hate him." He puts his phone away after posting the Vine.

"I hate you too for not stopping him." She sits up throwing the pillow at him.

"Shouldn't fall asleep." Colby tells her from the other roll.

"Shouldn't invite me over when you plan to film a video." She gets off the couch, "It's pretty boring while I wait alone." She joins him in the other room.

"You can always come watch us."

"In that tiny space? Ha!" She laughs at him as she gets a notification seeing what they posted to Vine. "I really hate you both." She huffs seeing a few negative comments about her that she always saw since they first showed her.

She, to herself, was a tad bit heavy and cubby compared to the guy's slim fit body so it was obvious when they were next to each other. She's always been a tad bit bigger and taller than all the girls growing up. The boys knew about her insecurity and always told her she was just fine and ignore the bad stuff said about her.

They all take Colby's car to go eat and Penelope didn't feel like eating and Colby could tell since she wasn't looking at the menu, "Hey, you are fine the way you are. You can't starve yourself because of randoms online." He speaks up as Sam goes to the bathroom.

"You don't get it."

"Penny, you aren't no 800 pounds like a comment said. They're just jealous of you." He gives her a look.

"Yeah, right. Jealous of me." She laughs at him.

"Yeah, because they wish they were in your place being friends with us. Plus you say it like you look like some old ugly fat witch who eats kids in story books, which you are not. Nowhere near either." He tries to get her to understand taking her hand into his.

"As much as I appreciate that... You have to say that because you are my friend." She gives him a smile.

"Excuse me, I'm your best friend and no I mean it." He moves from his side of the booth to sit next to her pulling her into his side shaking her.

"Look who it is... taking my leftovers?" Penelope's ex stops at the table on his way out with his new girlfriend.

"Tyson, how can she be leftovers to me when I've known her since we were babies?" Colby glares at him.

Colby has always hated Tyson and told Penelope multiple times when she dated him that he wasn't good for her. He would treat her like shit and talk bad about her behind her back. Plus he cheated on her with whom he was dating now.

"Eww, you're here." Sam comes back to the booth.

"Babe, can we go?" The other girl tugs on his arm.

"In a minute."

"No, minute. You should go now. She's your ex because you cheated on her with that thing on your arm." Colby stands up making Tyson laugh and leave them alone. "I can't believe you dated him for two years." He takes his old seat back.

"If I remember correctly, you introduced us." Penelope gives him a look.

"Well, yeah but not so you guys can date. I hated him back then and had no choice to do so because he walked towards you." Colby explains to her.

"Can we not talk about Tyson, please?" Sam says as the waiter comes over.

"Plus I asked you if should I say yes to our first date and you told me to go for it." Penelope adds after they order their drinks.

"Only because you looked happy about it! If I was honest with you it would hurt your feelings because you're sensitive, Penny." Colby huffs.

"Wow... So how do I know when you're being honest about how I feel about things said online? Excuse me." She gets up and goes to the bathroom to call her sister to pick her up.

Sam just looks at Colby, "Really, dude? We know how insecure she can get, and you go and call her sensitive?" Sam slaps his shoulder.

"I didn't mean it like that though..." He says as Sam sees her leaving.

"Excuse me." He gets out of the booth as Colby moves for him so he goes outside to check on Penelope. "Penny, you know he didn't mean it like that right? He loves you to death so he wouldn't lie about the other stuff. When it came to Tyson then he just wanted his friend to be happy about her first date."

"I don't care. I just want to go home so Harper is coming to get me." She lets him know.

Sam sighs pulling her into a hug, "We care about you. If we didn't we wouldn't be a pain in your ass. We love you so much, Penny. It's just us three." He tells her as her sister pulls up.

"Love you too. Tell Colby, I'll talk to him later or tomorrow." She tells him getting in the car so Sam goes back inside.

"Harper came to pick up Penny taking her home. She said she'll talk to you later or tomorrow." Sam takes Penelope's old spot.

"I fucked up." Colby groans.

"I told her you didn't mean it like that. That you love her to death so you wouldn't lie about the other stuff. And when it comes to Tyson then you just wanted your friend to be happy about her first date." Sam tells him.

"I should have told her no then to save her from him."

"But you didn't because it was the first guy to show interest in her and she was over the moon." Sam adds.

"He wasn't the first... I've stopped others because I knew how they were. Tyson just beat me." Colby rolls his eyes.

"You've stopped other guys from talking to Penny?" Sam's eyes widen.

"Again, I was doing her a favor."

"That's not for you to decide though. You can't stop every guy from talking to her if they find her attractive or interesting. You're her friend, not her protective brother, father, or boyfriend." Sam gives him a certain look.

"I know..."

#sam and colby #colby brock #sam golbach #katrina stuart #jake webber #corey scherer #elton castee #tara yummy #colby brock imagine #colby brock ff #colby brock fanfic #best friend #friends to lovers #tfil

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real-jane · 2 years

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an olive branch

[steve rogers x reader]

summary: you’ve reached your breaking point at work and steve wants to help you find a solution. but first… pizza.

words: 2.1k

warnings: none. established relationship, no use of y/n.

a/n: thanks to @mumbles411 for this idea! Here’s the original ask: ‘There's always the old 'comforting someone after a bad day' thing. Especially if they already hate their job. I've been there and would have loved Steve or Bucky to be there for picking me up.’ enjoy! 🥰

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You’re almost an hour late getting home, and Steve paces the living room with his phone in hand, talking himself out of calling you again. You answered the first time–hi baby, I’m so sorry, I missed my train–and then your call dropped. Likely, you were on the platform and reception was never good down there, but that isn’t much comfort to him considering you sounded so frantic.

When your key slots into the lock, Steve beats you to the punch and rips open the door. You practically fall into his arms.

“Mmm,” you groan, burying yourself in his chest. “Never been so happy to see you.”

“Bad day?” He draws circles on your lower back.

“Awful. I feel like a broken record, and nobody is listening.” Your sniffle is unmistakable. “How do I keep doing this every day? It’s going to break me.”

“Hmm. Take your shoes off, dove. You hungry?”

“Oh god,” you sigh. Steve steadies you as you toe off your shoes.

“You forgot to eat, huh.”

“Didn’t have time! Three people called out sick, even Pietro was taking orders. I think I could eat a whole pizza by myself.”

“Your wish is my command.” He eases your bag from your shoulder, takes your coat, and then pats your butt in the direction of the bedroom. “Get cozy, okay?” Steve chuckles as you shuffle away to do as he says, disappearing into the comfy space to find the pajamas he had laid out on the bed after doing laundry.

“How was your day, baby?” you call.

“Boring,” he replies, typing your favorite pizza order into the delivery app. “Missed you. Did laundry. Not much going on (as far as potential fieldwork) so I caught up on some paperwork.” He’s been home for longer stretches, lately, which he has enjoyed immensely, especially because he can do the frankly outrageous amount of paperwork SHIELD sends over from the comfort of your sofa, while letting daytime tv drown the street sounds outside.

“You do a lot of paperwork for being America’s Ass.”

Steve laughs. “Excuse me, this ass belongs to you.”

“Lucky me.” You lean against the doorway. When Steve glances at you, your eyes are shining with unspent tears. He confirms the food order and tosses his phone onto the sofa. He takes his time meeting you at the threshold, but he can’t help brushing his thumbs over your cheeks.

“What’s got you so sad?”

“Steve–will you be brutally honest with me?” your voice breaks, and you curl your fingers into the front of his t-shirt.

“I don’t know about ‘brutal,’ dove, but I’ll give it my best shot.”

“Am I being unreasonable? I feel like the girl who cried wolf. All my coworkers seem to agree with me, but I’m the only person willing to say something–it makes me feel like I’m overreacting, but I can’t get strung along anymore.”

“You’re in the right,” he soothes. “Do you wanna sit on the sofa? You’ve been upright all day.”

“I don’t know if my knees bend.”

“I can help.” Steve loops an arm behind your knees and lifts you. You pretend to be aghast that he would do such a thing, but you kiss his cheek. He sits down, keeping both arms wrapped around your waist. “Let me ask you a question. Yeah?”

You snuggle against his chest and nod. “Shoot.”

“What’s the worst that can happen if you quit?”

“Well… Can’t afford my half of rent, for one thing–”

“Money aside.”

“I can’t not think about money. When you grow up without it, it’s everything.”

Steve nods. He does know a thing or two about that. “Okay. You’re right. You have concerns about paying your bills, it’s a legitimate worry. What else?”

“Who’s gonna speak up if I’m not there?”

“Dove, somebody is gonna have to find their voice. It can’t be up to you to save the place.”

“...says Captain America,” you snort.

“I have a team. It’s not my sole responsibility, and I couldn’t do it if I didn’t surround myself with people who put in equal effort. Right? I’m hard to kill, but I don’t fly. I’m bad with computers, never shot an arrow in my life, and when I get angry, I just get flushed.” You giggle at that. “But you’re carrying the worries of every person you work with. It’s unsustainable. You said it yourself–it’s too much.”

“I know,” you sigh. “But we’ve all gotten so close dealing with this bullshit.”

“Are you worried they won’t talk to you if you leave?”

“I guess I am.”

“Don’t think that’s likely; for one thing, Wanda would kill you if you didn’t go to the farmer’s market with her on Tuesdays.”

You smile. “True.”

“And we can still go there for drinks anytime you want. But not pizza–”

“Because it’s not ‘real New York pie’, yeah yeah,” you parrot the phrase he’s said to you a million times. “Where did you order from, by the way?”

“Sweetheart,” he scoffs, “the only place in the city.”

You snort. “You’re such a snob.”

“What’s the worst that will happen if you stay?”

“I’ll have a mental breakdown. I was… researching outpatient programs the other night when you found me out here super late.”

Steve kisses your forehead like he might soothe all the pain from your mind. “Oh, dove. You can’t live like this.”

“I don’t know how to leave! I have to find something else first, or it doesn’t make sense–and do you know how hard it is to find a job in this fucking economy?” You swipe your hands under your eyes furiously.

“Or–no, listen.” He kisses you, leveling his eyes with yours. You nod, but tears stream down your face. “Or… you put in your two weeks. We take a month to get you rested up. Go to a Yankees game or two. And then you can choose something which isn’t gonna drain the life out of you.”

“I don’t have enough saved up.”

“It’s okay. I’ve got you covered.”

“No, Steven–”

He tips your chin up. “Stop. I’m not keeping score, here. You’re my girl, this is what people do when they have a life together.”

You hug him so tight. “You’re sure.”

He wraps you in his arms. “Yes. And… if you realize what would make you the most happy is to sit on the balcony and paint neon cityscapes, while drinking Celestial Seasonings tea out of business, then I support you.”

“Nooo–I’m not gonna sit around while you have to do the work to pay for our life!”

“You contribute in other ways. I’d kill every plant in this place if it weren’t for you.”

“What would America say if they knew you fell for a plant lady?”

“I am asked about you in every interview, and have been since you came to the Smithsonian opening with me. I think America’s in love with you, too.”

“Awe,” you grin, pressing your fingers into his scalp with a loving scritch. “I don’t think I can make a decision tonight.”

“Perfectly reasonable. No rush. You want a bath?”

You appear genuinely conflicted for choice. “But… pizza.”

“Bath-pizza?”

You narrow your eyes. “I can’t decide if you’re brilliant or not.”

“One way to find out.” He kisses your temple. “Hey.”

“Hm?”

“I’m so sorry it’s been bad for this long. It’s terrible, and you don’t deserve it.”

You bite your lip. “Thank you, baby.”

“Why are you thanking me, huh? I’m right.” When he grins, you kiss him in annoyance. He loves when you do that, like you can’t let him get another word out so you seal his mouth with yours. What a punishment.

He carries you into the washroom and sets you on the counter, promptly handing you a sheet mask from your basket, and holding up two different bags of scented bath salts for you to pick between. You point, and he nods approvingly. He starts the bath water, and the buzzer sounds.

“Dinner!” You sprint for the button, but he’s faster; Steve catches your hips and slides between you and the front door.

“Get your butt in the bathtub, ma’am. Or I won’t hand-feed you pepperonis like a princess.”

“I missed the part where that was on offer,” you cackle. “But if I go get it, I’ll be able to eat all the olives off the top by the time I get back, so you won’t be disgusted by my taste in toppings.”

“You don’t know what I ordered. Maybe I got Canadian bacon.”

“I think that’s considered treason.”

“Get!” He spins you around and presses the button beside the door for the intercom. “Hi, if you wait inside I’ll bring you some cash.”

“Cool, thanks man!” The delivery driver is in for a great surprise.

Steve kisses the curve of your neck. “If you’re not up to your eyeballs in bubbles when I get back, I’m gonna eat all your olives myself.”

“Big talk from someone allergic to them.”

“Don’t push me.” He nips your earlobe, making you yelp.

“Fine! Be nice to me! See if I care.” You stick your tongue out at him, and leap away when he attempts to pinch your ass in retaliation. He can’t help the full-hearted laugh when you peek at him around the doorway innocently. “Just checking!” you coo.

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If anyone knew Captain America sat on his washroom floor, feeding his girlfriend a pizza he is most definitely allergic to, they’d probably believe it. Steve is nothing if not predictable, but he doesn’t mind being known for something he takes great pride in. A lot of what he does is duty, but bringing a smile to your face and easing your burden is something which brings him inordinate joy. You make all that pressure go away. With you, he is just a native New Yorker with strong opinions about crust style, who kills plants with almost impressive frequency and overtips delivery drivers by hundreds of dollars. So–not ordinary, but he doesn’t have to pretend on days he is down, if he wakes up next to your sweet face. But when you are hurting, he hurts by proxy.

That night, he makes sure you have all the pizza you want (pepperoni by pepperoni, being very careful to avoid the olives and washing his hands thoroughly), while you slowly turn into a prune. Once you are tucked into bed and softly snoring, he eats his own pie sitting on the floor in the hallway outside your shared bedroom, and he ponders something he hasn’t thought about in a long time:

What if he retires?

Sometimes when you wake up and can't fall back asleep, he rubs your back and tells you hypotheticals about a little cottage in the woods with a big garden, where you wouldn’t have to do anything but figure out how many carrots to use for dinner and get good at knitting. It always puts you right to sleep with a smile. Why does it have to be a pipe dream?

When he crawls into bed beside you, and your eyes open a bit, he kisses your brow.

“Hi,” you murmur against his chest.

“Hello. You okay?”

“Mmm.” You loop your arm under his so you can pull him even closer. Steve slips his legs between yours. “You’re very comforting.”

“Yeah?” He smiles against your hair.

“Yep. Never make me question lovin’ me.”

“Sleep, sweetheart. ‘M not going anywhere.”

You smash your cheek into his skin and you’re quiet for a minute. He almost misses your little declaration. “Gonna quit.”

“When?”

“T’morrow.”

“I’ll pick you up from work on the bike. Go out in style?”

You lift your head up enough to give him a blissful, sleepy smile. “Yes please.”

He presses his lips over yours gently. “I’ll be there.”

“Come in uniform?”

“You really want them to feel bad,” he chuckles.

“Nah. I just like lookin’ at ya in spandex.”

“You can have that anytime.”

“Tomorrow?”

“Sure. If you want.”

You return his gentle kiss. “Love you.”

“I love you, too, dove.”

Now, he has to find a cottage for the sweetest woman he’s ever known. Because you only make decisions like this when you’ve weighed all your options, and he wants to give you a more attractive alternative than another dead end job. Something to keep the sunshine in your cheeks, where you don’t spend a portion of your life worrying about him coming home safe.

Sam’s ready for the shield. You’re ready to quit your job. It’s time for Steve to make the call about his future, too… where he can put you in a bubble bath every night, and maybe join you, just because. The best possible life for his dove.

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leafostuff · 2 years

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A very cheerful Halloween (Ft. Yabuki Nako)

Note: So i finally had the bright idea to do a smut, mostly it just came to see if I had the talent to write this type of oneshot (I don't) and honestly Even if i was good at writing those i will continue to only be a fluff writer due to this actually being very hard mentally to write, but i hope yall will enjoy my first ever smut for My favourite Iz*one member

Thanks for: @torotauri21 @erospandemos for editing and suggesting help with this, I couldn't do this without them

tags: anal, clothed sex, blowjob

words: 3.2K (the most i ever written)

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"Well…its not like I have anything else better to do,” you thought to yourself as your eyes gazed upon the house. The techno music could be heard from the inside and the lights couldn't shy away, and even though you weren't much of a party animal, if you were asked if you would rather stay at home and play stupid games or come to your college’s Halloween party, the priorities were fairly obvious.

As you finally find a spot to park your car near the house you get up and look at yourself, Wearing a simple black suit and followed by grey jeans such as when being asked about your costume, you could excuse a random movie or TV series that people wear suits and you forgot your black glasses at home finishing the look of the badass with a suit. On the outside, you could spot some people dancing, probably already drunk.

Finally, you take a deep breath and enter the party. The first scan of the room and it came to your senses how big this place is since even with a party of around 80-90 people, there was a ton of space to walk around the dancing crowd, I guess when your parents are rich, Hosting parties this size isn't much of a problem to you.

A peek at your phone reveals the hour is 9:30 PM and remembering how the host announced the party was starting at 8 PM, you could confidently say you were late to the party, another scan of the crowd and you manage to find your friends, dancing wildly in the center of the floor, their faces red from the alcohol however from where you were standing it was hard to recognize their costumes.

“God, this gonna be a mess of a party huh?” you think to yourself like a radar trying to look for airplanes, you start another scan of the room to find anywhere to be safe from the chaos as suddenly a face you didn't expect at the party shows itself on the bar chairs that were on the side.

“Nako? what is she doing here?” you thought to yourself as you could spot the small girl with the blonde hair sitting happily and looking at the people dancing, she wore a cheerleader outfit with A small tank top that left little to your imagination, and the skirt, well… you wouldn't even call it that, as her legs were on full display, however as you look at her face you could notice some red spots and scars on her face, making you confused but you quickly noticed that those were fake, and still you had to agree that she was attractive

Yabuki Nako was quite a weird case since even when being one of the more popular Cheerleaders in the college with a record of almost every guy asking her out, her shy demeanor could only keep those relationships for a couple of days before breaking up with them, saying she didn't feel the click with them.

Suddenly the thought of maybe walking over to her and maybe striking up a talk seemed more appealing, “it's not like I have had much to lose talking to her anyways” the thoughts came as you couldn't notice a guy holding a plate full of glasses of beer as you take and drink it quickly, giving you that extra boost of confidence to walk over and talk to her.

As you get closer to her she notices you and looks at you, her brown eyes locking on with yours as you go over to sit near her, “Pretty loud here, isn't it?” you ask however it seems that the music seems to blow your question as she leans closer to you. “It's pretty loud in here isn't it?” you ask again, this time loud enough for her to finally hear you.

“Yeah, but you get used to it” she explains while scanning your clothes, “What costume are you supposed to be in?” she asked, a cute smile escaping her mouth trying to analyze you.

“Uhh…Agent K from Men in Black?” this is the first thing that comes to your mind

“So…you are Agent K…but again?” she jokingly said as you can't help yourself but laugh as Nako joined you,

“Well, what are you supposed to be anyway? if it wasn't for your fake scars and blood spots, I could swear you came to a Halloween party without a costume” you say teasingly as Nako couldn't help but giggle cutely, resulting in both a seductive but cute look.

“Well…no, I am a zombie cheerleader, all the cheerleaders decided to do a group costume,” she said turning her look to the crowd as you join her, helping you notice the similar costumes as Nako with the same scars and fake blood spots on their face.

“Anyways what do you think? doesn't it look cute?” she asks as you turn your gaze at her body again, now being closer you could notice her curves closer, with her chest being surprisingly curvier than expected from her height, and thighs that guys could only dream about.

“Uh yeah, it looks really cute, suits you very well,” you say, trying to avoid saying anything too inappropriate for the moment as Nako seemed to blush a little from your compliment

“Your name is Eunwoo right? from history?” she asks.

“Yeah, second year” you reply.

“Cool, my friend is also majoring in history, I assume you know Minju? she is also in the cheerleading squad” she asks, and…well when every class she enters every guy can't help himself but look at her with awe it's hard not to know the girl, luckily since she does have a boyfriend, looking at her was the only thing they guys could ever do.

The rest of the party went pretty much the same for the both of you, talking about your life outside of college and overall having fun, and once in a while taking another round of alcohol, you learned how Nako was majoring in Pedagogy and was planning to be a teacher in the future, you also learned she was in the same year as you, which caught you by surprise since her height fooled you

During the conversation, you could notice Nako getting closer to you and her hand even closer as it was crawling up your thigh, however, you stopped yourself from doing something too hasty, since you didn't know if Nako was flirting with or just being nice and this was the way she was always with people but then…

“Hey, want to like…get out of this party, we could still hang out if you want” She was saying as a shy smile escaped as you knew what the signs, and well…

“Sure, I don't see why not” you reply while returning the smile to her, the two of you stand up from the bar chairs and head out of the house with nako following you, you could feel the eyes of the entire room following you as finally, you get out of the house as you suddenly feel the silence of the outside since the music got weaker and people starting leaving.

As you take a look at your phone again the hour was 11:30 PM, you didn't expect two hours to pass by so fast, but as people always say: when you have fun, the time always seems to move faster, as after a couple of minutes Nako gets out of the house as well, since she was probably telling her friends she was leaving.

“Wanna go over to my place? it's very close to here and with how much we drunk, I think its best for us if we didn't drive right?” she asks, at least she was not enough drunk to stop thinking rationally, you nod and the two of you start walking with nako in the front and you following right behind her.

The more you were looking at her from behind you couldn't lie to yourself that your eyes were fixated on her cute ass, and how it was swaying during her walk, as finally after 10 minutes or so of walking you get to her building and soon after a 2 minutes travel in the elevator you get to your apartment.

“Listen, I'm going to the bathroom to take off the make-up, the remote of the TV is on, so feel at home,” she said, walking toward the bathroom and closing the door, leaving you at the entrance of the apartment, the place itself wasn't too huge as expected from a college student but it wasn't small either as you find yourself sitting on the couch and turning on the TV, with the channel being on the romance movies.

A couple of minutes later Nako gets out of the bathroom, now with her face clean of the fake scars and blood spots, her cheerleader outfit was still on her however her blonde hair now tied to a ponytail instead of the long hair from before. “What are you watching?” she asked, walking around you to the couch, sitting near the left of you.

“I don't know, some romance movie? you can change the channel if you want” you reply as she just shrugged her head and joined you. As the movie hits the 50-minute mark the inevitable Sex scene comes as in all of the romance movies in the last decade or so, maybe it was their way of making people watch the otherwise mediocre movie but since you didn't have anything else to do you continued to look at the screen.

Suddenly you could smell the scent which was Nako’s perfume feel closer to you, and as you look to the side of you, Nako’s face was leaning closer to you with her eyes laser-focused on your lips, maybe the alcohol started affecting you since instead of backing away you lean into her, capturing her lips, her eyes do look shocked but right after they close, letting the kiss flow.

you couldn't be sure if Nako added any more lipstick on her lips since even by normal standards, Nako's lips were very sweet as slowly you could feel how the small girl climbed your lap and stayed there, as after a couple of seconds you release from the kiss, looking each other with pants

“Someone ever told you you are a good kisser?” she asks shyly however her smile shows a deeper desire, and the followed wink doesn't help her look any purer

“You’re…very hot” this is all you can say between the gasps for air as she leans in closer and takes off your glasses and puts them on the coffee table.

“How about we make it hotter then?” she asks as she takes your hands and put them on her waist and quickly dives in to kiss you, slowly but surely your hand slowly move lower and lower which by the end magnetizes toward her perky ass, you give it a small squeeze which in reaction result in Nako’s cute yet seductive moan, giving you enough time to let your tongue meet hers, turning the kiss into a passionate makeout session.

“Mmm…the bed,” she says between moans, as it was a demand by her as even without answering you pick her up from the couch and pin her to the wall, Nako in the meanwhile had the time to put her hands around your waist as suddenly the two of you release from the kiss and the moment becomes very awkward.

“You don't know where the bedroom is?” she asks you as all you could do in that situation is laugh, making her a bit confused.

“What do you expect, it's my first time in this house” you answer as Nako joined in the laugh as her hands get to your chest and give you a small kiss on the cheek

“God you are so cute, my bedroom is the last room on the right, now what are you waiting for? it's not polite to let a girl wait, and from feeling how hard you are, I don't think your little friend wants to wait as well” she said with another wink as you picked her up again and started walking toward the bedroom.

As you enter the room the two of you fall to the bed as Nako’s hand travel toward your jeans as slowly but surely she undoes the belt and the buttons and takes down your jeans, revealing your boxer with a tent to make nako gasp “Mmm, even harder then I expected” she said.

“You sound like you are experienced in this stuff, is there a chance you lie about your status?” you ask

“I may be single, but I'm not a virgin, but can I say the same about you?” she asked teasingly as now her hands were on your boxer, slowly slipping it off your legs to reveal the treasure as some girls would call it was in full display.

Nako’s face leans closer toward your member as her tongue slips out of her mouth and gives it a small lick on the tip, which gave you the chills.

“Mm…your tongue…so good,” you say between moans quietly as her smile grows larger while her licks become way more aggressive, now starting from the base and to the tip, resulting in more moans coming from your mouth.

“Aiwish” she says, it's hard to understand with her tongue out as finally, she opens and mouth and slowly but surely takes it inside, “so goowd” she mouthed as she bobs her head on your member while you tried your best not to moan too loud. you couldn't lie that It did catch you off guard that a shy girl like Nako was so good at bed but it made the moment much hotter.

As the blowjob continues the situation becomes much steamier when Nako starts to sometimes look up at your pleasured face as she winks and she even sometimes stops sucking, instead kissing your length as in the meanwhile your hand gets toward her skirt, trying to get closer to her ass and more specifically toward her panties, managing to take them off even with her skirt trying to stop you.

“That eager huh?” she says as she releases her mouth from your cock, now sitting on the bed with her knees as you could swear her breasts were more bustier then before. “if you wanna fuck me that bad, just take my outfit off,” she said, almost starting to take her tank top off as you stopped her, taking her body and instead seating it on your naked lap as you lean into her ear.

“Actually, how about we keep this outfit on?” you whisper in her ear while taking your hands and letting them fall on the exposed belly, rubbing it slowly as Nako smiled, as she took her hands, putting them on her skirt’s edges and took them up.

“Well then…what are you waiting for? my ass can't wait any longer” she teases, wiggling her ass from side to side like a Matador, playing with the bull to try and exhaust him. In her eyes you were the bull as it seem to work since right after you had enough as you finally thrust your member into her ass, making her gasp in surprise.

“Ohh yes” she moans as she arched her head back in pleasure as you continued to thrust in a moderate pace while your hands roam over her belly as slowly but surely they get over to her busty chest, you give it her right breast a small squeeze, resulting in a moan as like a loop you thrust your member into her ass and right after squeezing her tits.

“FUCK FUCK FUCK, YOU ARE SO GOOD” she shouted, “PLEASE GO FASTER, IM SO CLOSE EUNWOO” she demands as her body start moving up and down, her request driving you forward resulting in your faster pace with the thrusting and the squeezing of her tits to be stronger.

“IM CLOSE NAKO,” you say loudly as finally after enough thrusting and squeezing, after all of the pleasure both of you went through, you finally give in, finally cumming in her ass, as both of you feel the sense of relaxation as right after Nako falls into the bed, her face was tomato red from as not soon after you fall as well, finding yourself looking into her eyes.

“Wow…” you say, panting from exhaustion as Nake seemed to smile as with the little power she had she scooted closer to you with her hands crawling around your neck and pulling closer to her slowly.

“Yeah?” she asked, beaming a smile that was so bright that even the light of the moon coming from the window couldn't stand a chance against Nako.

“I…don't know if i can really judge only the sex as an experience but…i think i…love you?” you manage to ask as she looked at you with a smile and a blush, but unlike before it was much less red as she moved her hair around her ear.

“Awww, I love you too,” she said as she leaned her nose into yours, nuzzling it in the process. You really had a hard time believing that a girl this cute could be this hot and so good in the sheets, the Dichotomy sometimes is just amazing.

“Okay be honest, you didn't expect to have sex with a girl on Halloween right?” she asked as you couldn't help yourself but nod, giggling cutely as Nako joined you. “If it makes you feel better i didn't really expect to find myself a boyfriend on Halloween” she adds.

“Am i your boyfriend?” you ask as she slowly lets her hands cup your face

“Mmm maybe, i mean you are cute, funny, got the bod, and honestly I am not lying by saying you don't complain about dating a cute girl like me right?” she asks and before you can even answer she continues speaking

Suddenly she was standing up and going toward the bathroom “well I'm gonna clean myself and get some new clothes, I really suggest you will take a shower as well after me,” she says as she gets inside the shower.

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1 hour later and the both of you finish your showers, and luckily enough besides some stains of cum over your undershirt your clothes were very clean but due to the smell you had to put in the laundry, leaving you shirtless. the two you lay near each other on her bed, sheets under you.

You two wanted to keep talking, wanted to talk about what it meant between the two of you but when the hour is 1 AM and there was a long night of sex, not a lot of people can stay up and talk. Nako soon enough fell asleep on your chest, feeling the warmth of it as you couldn't help but smile at her

“good night” you whisper, planting a kiss on her forehead and two cheeks as you two as well started drifting off to sleep, thinking about the wonderful time you had and hoping to get more in the future.

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So...thanks a lot for reading this, i really hope the tags make sense (again new to smuts) and yeah...uhh don't expect more smuts from me, anyway seeing you next update

Edit: i am aware there is a chance I didn't really match the clothes in the pic with the clothes in the oneshot, so sorry

#nako #izone smut #kpop fanfic #kpop #Smut #izone nako #fluff #izone packs #izone icons

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foggyandblue · 1 year

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HEY SILLIES want my sp hcs? Too bad.

I’m taking a little break from drawing bc I’m going to a play so here you go!

Jimbo and Sharon are half siblings, their mother was 18 when she had Jimbo and raised him as a single mother until she met Sharon’s father, David “Davy” Kimble. Jimbo was 4 when this happened and grew to view Davy as a father figure. He was 6 when Sharon was born!

Richard Tweak, Tweek’s father if you forgot, is Sharon and Jimbo’s maternal cousin! He spent most of his time with them because his parents were kinda shitty :(

Ned and Jimbo are really behind on technology, they have a house phone, an old radio and a record player that they bought together after the war along with an old tv that’s on its last life.

Adding onto that, Ned and Jimbo collect records. Most of them are from when they were younger, but not protest/“dirty hippie” music. Jimbo loves country music and Ned is into classic/soft rock(come on guys imagine him dancing around when Fleetwood Mac comes on the radio) and country as well!

Ned has undiagnosed autism, because yes I’m projecting onto him. He’s the type of “dad with autism”(“I’m not autistic what do you mean I’m normal 🙄”)

Jimbo used to use “I’m just bigboned!” as an excuse when he was younger as well 😞

ANOTHER Ned hc, he’s blind in one of his eyes thanks to the grenade.

In my silly little au, Ned and Jimbo adopt a little girl! Her name’s Aspen after the tree Jimbo proposed to Ned under :))

Jimbo has a bad habit of not knocking on doors, it’s very often that he bursts into the Marsh household with Ned on his heels.

#south park #south park hcs #jimbo kern #ned gerblansky #nedbo #sharon marsh #richard tweak #south park headcanons #stevie spams

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titlemewickedwonderland · 2 years

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Aloha Hawaii - Jamie Campbell Bower (One-Shot)

Summary: Long-distance relationships can be hard on a couple. Good thing your boyfriend is more than willing to go to the ends of the earth just to spend time with you! Hawaii here you come!

Pairing: Jamie Campbell Bower x Fem!Reader

W.A.C Winner: @reidsog

Warnings: Nothing, just pure fluff!

Auth. Note: Thank you so much for the patience! It took me a bit longer to get this out! But I seriously am so appreciative of your support.

She loved seeing him like this. So relaxed and serene as he rested his head back against the car headrest while the wind from the convertible top car blew through his pale blonde locks as he drove down the road. His pretty eyes were covered by a pair of dark sunglasses making her wish she could see the beautiful blue hues that she'd come to fall in love with but the gentle strength of his grip on her bare thigh was enough to keep her grounded as she idly traced the dark ink on his forearm as she rested her own head against the headrest to peer through her own pair of sunglasses that perched on her nose from the bright sun above them. The soft music of his latest record was playing from his phone as it was connected to the Bluetooth system of his car. This was one of the rarest moments she cherished with her boyfriend when he had time from his filming or tours to get to spend with her. Y/n could tell every time she saw him after months of separation how tired he was even when he'd give her the biggest smile and the sweetest of kisses as a greeting every single damn time she'd pick him up from the airport. But Y/n was keen when it came to picking up the subtle hints of him being burnt out; like how he sinks himself into her embrace and hold her for what felt like eternity no matter how much time they had or the way he would use any excuse he could to be either touching her or nuzzling up into her like a cat. But that's why she loved Jamie. Jamie Campbell Bower is a heartthrob all in his own right with his chiseled features, sinewy tall frame, beautiful smile, and stunning eyes. Not to mention that gorgeous British accent. Y/n was one hell of a lucky girl to have snagged him right after his break-up with his former girlfriend at the time.

But he was hers now. Been dating for almost 2 years now. It was rough at first once the relationship settled from the honeymoon stage of being a blissful experience. Y/n missed him a lot whenever he'd leave for months on end for either filming or a music tour. She didn't mind him doing what he loved; she supported him for it. But she could not lie and say it didn't suck most days when all she wanted was to cuddle up to him. So when he finally had free time from filming his latest TV show he popped out to see his lover and dragged her straight to the sunny side of Hawaii. Y/n hadn't been to Hawaii and she loved the idea even if it was on short notice. She was glad she agreed because seeing Jamie this way was just perfect. The way his lips curled Y/n knew she was caught staring so she quickly played it off as she turned her head to the road and the beautiful scenery.

"You know, I'm glad you brought me to Hawaii. It's beautiful," she commented idly running her fingertips along his forearm and tracing his tattoos absently.

"Not as beautiful as me you mean?" he grinned over at her making her laugh a bit.

"Okay, you got me. I was staring. But I can't help it. I know you've been so stressed recently and so high-strung. You needed this trip as much as me." she slipped her fingers through his as he let go of her thigh in favor of shifting the gears of the car; their joined hands resting lightly on the joystick.

"You're right I was. But I wouldn't pass up that opportunity to spoil my baby." he lifted her hand to kiss her fingertips and just that small gesture made her skin heat up; he could be so effortlessly sweet without even trying.

She smiled to herself and turned her head away before she swooned from the perfection that was her boyfriend and was happy to see that as soon as she turned her head she was greeted by the most beautiful of views. A vast sprawling ocean bluer than the sky meeting white sand dotted with different exotic trees throughout the beach. She could see other people there like little dark ants scattered throughout the vast beauty and she couldn't help but lean a little over the edge of her door to peer at the view. The excitement coursed through her like the waves of the ocean that kissed the beach.

"This place is beautiful. I thought the view from the hotel was amazing; it doesn't beat the real close-up deal for sure!" Y/n breathed as Jamie pulled the car slowly to a stop.

it didn't take long for the pair to find a spot on the beach a bit away from other people to set up their things. A large blanket was laid out on the hot sand with the cooler set on one corner of the blanket under an equally large umbrella for shade while the rest of their stuff such as shoes and bags were placed on the other 3 corners to make sure that their blanket did not pull up with the wind and shifting of their bodies. Y/n was content to strip down from the clothes that hid her bathing suit beneath and settled herself down on the blanket to start smearing sunscreen on herself. From the corner of her eye, she could make out Jamie sitting there while popping open a can of beer as he watched the people around him. She smiled slightly and tossed the bottle of lotion on his lap regaining his attention.

"Do my back for me?" she asked with a raised brow making him give her a cheeky little grin as he set his beer down and scooted to her so that he could apply the cold substance to her back.

His hands were warm and large along her back and shoulders as he applied the lotion; finding it cute how she sighed in contentment at the pressure on her back. "You know you could always ask for a back message whenever you want, love. You don't have to wait for me to take you to Hawaii." Jamie teased purposefully kneading the muscles of her shoulders again getting that grumble of pleasure from her.

"Oh shut up!" she swatted at him from her position on her stomach and giggled.

Once everything was settled they looked over at the beautiful ocean view. "Shall we go for a dip before we are found out by the fans and paps?" Jamie spoke up peering over his sunglasses at his girlfriend who was lounging on her elbows watching some people down the beach playing volleyball. At the sound of his voice, her head turned and she grinned.

"Omg, I was waiting for you to ask! I've been dying to get in that water!" she scrambled to her feet and rearrange her bathing suit back in place from where it had shifted slightly.

As she did this Jamie was keen to see the way her body language seemed to shift as a pair of beautiful women in skimpy bikinis walked by chatting and laughing together and although they didn't pay either her or Jamie any mind let alone spare a glance their way the rockstar actor could see those little gears turning in her pretty little head. It was the way the light in her eyes seemed to dim a little and her bright smile turned down at the corners. The way she subconsciously shifted on her feet and looked around as if she was checking others out and judging herself. Nope, that was going to have to stop.

Rising to his feet the man stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist holding her close to his chest as he rested his chin on her shoulder and pretended to look around with her. "Pretty view huh?" he commented glancing at her from the corner of her eye.

Her gaze was fixed on some pretty girls down the beach and he squeezed her tighter as if to remind her he was there as he spoke. "Don't compare yourself darling." he kissed her shoulder.

"I-I'm not…" a frown tugged at his features as he pulled away to spin her around and peer down at her with a serious but kind look on his face. "Baby you are amazing. Always have been and always will be." he cupped her cheeks and tilted her head up so that he could place a tender little kiss to her lips. "There is nothing wrong with the way you look. You are beautiful inside and out. So stop staring at the other girls and come enjoy our vacation with us okay?" Ah, there was the formation of a smile. She didn't seem fully convinced but at least she was okay with the distraction and a distraction is just what Jamie was good at doing.

So he bent down and threw her over his shoulder. Y/n squealed smacking at his bare back as he strode across the hot sand towards the crystal waves that looked like they were searching to reach out and snatch them into their depths. And they did. Jamie grinned his little devil grin as he threw his girlfriend straight into an oncoming wave as he was waist deep in the water with a small little shriek of surprise. When she resurfaced he was right there with her to grab a hold of the girl and pull her close as the next wave crashed over the both of them halting their laughter. Fully soaked but laughing the pair held onto each other as Jamie shifted them through the cold water to a bit calmer location. Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck and legs around his waist as she leaned over his back like a little spider monkey as he kept them both up in the water as he drifted through the ocean. It was lovely. A great time killer as they talked and laughed with each other; not always about work but anything that they could think of under the heat of the sun and coldness of the water.

When they were getting a bit tired of the water Y/n leaned over to nuzzle against Jamie's neck. "Is there an ice cream shop we can go to?" she hummed lazily scanning the shoreline shops back on the beach.

Jamie shifted his girlfriend around so that she was koala bear hugging him from the front. She looked so pretty with her hair all soaked and sticking to her skin as the water droplets hung from her lashes. It was hard to think she didn't realize how beautiful she really was. He smiled and leaned close to press their foreheads together.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked when he didn't stop staring at her or care to reply to her question moments earlier.

"I think you're beautiful. I like looking at beautiful things you know." Jamie gave a little smile but there was no teasing nature behind it. He was so serious even when his face went soft as he reached up to stroke her cheek. "I love you darling. You know that right?"

She leaned into his touch and smiled allowing her eyes to drift closed as she savored those words; no matter how many times she heard it from him it always sounded so pretty coming from his lips. Reopening her eyes she looked up at him and nodded. "I love you too Jamie. And…I miss you when you go away, you know." she commented playing with his wet hair.

"So let's no go away." Jamie replied quickly as his grip tightened making her look at him confused. "Come with me. When our vacation here is over and I have to go back to filming. Let's go together. I don't want to have to leave you behind back home again." he said earnestly.

"Jamie…" her words failed her. Sure, it was no marriage proposal but it was still a hard decision. She'd have to uproot her entire life back home to go with him. But if she truly thought about it; was it all worth giving up to experience memories with Jamie?

Looking into his eyes she smiled and nodded slowly. "It's worth it." she stated more to herself as she leaned over to press her lips to his firm and passionate as she hugged him tight to her. "I'll go with you as long as you think I'll not be in your way."

"You will never be in the way darlin. I promise you." Jamie's smile was infectious as he pressed kisses all over her face making her giggle.

He swam them to shore after that. Finding their towel they laid out in the waning sun for a bit before they were deemed dry enough to put on their clothes and shoes in hopes of finding an ice cream shop nearby. The tourist shopping area wasn't as busy as they thought it'd be in the evening but it didn't matter as the fairy lights kicked on as it grew dark and the tiki sticks were lit with a flame to light the path for people. Hand and hand the pair walked down the sidewalk window shopping with free hands filled with ice cream cones.

"Oh look at that! That's so cute!" Y/n pointed into a shop as they walked back and Jamie was quick to steer her inside much to her protest.

The shop looked expensive just like every other store in Hawaii but Jamie wouldn't take no for an answer and instead he was keen as he looked around the shop. In the end, he'd bought a brightly colored Hawaiian shirt, a cool handmade carving, and a few smaller items. Y/N didn't like to spend a lot of money so she just browsed. She did find the Hawaiian culture interesting so her eyes would stray to things just as stones, handmade items like baskets, bowls, and antique-looking things, and her boyfriend was no stupid man. When she wasn't looking he'd grab whatever item she was lingering on and stuff it into a shopping bag to pay for all without her realizing it. She ended up just grabbing one of those fresh flower lei. Those pretty flower chains that Hawaii was known for. It smelled so pretty and it was so cool because she could watch the shop owner actually sit there making them.

When they were finally shopped out and too tired on their feet Jamie returned them to their glorious hotel where Jamie dumped all the items he'd bought onto the bed and began sifting through them. Y/n looked over her shoulder at all the stuff slowly realizing that most of the items were not his as she recognized items that she'd been looking at.

"Jamie…" she trailed off giving him a pointed look. "What is all this?"

"Well, you didn't tell me what you wanted to buy so I bought everything your pretty eyes landed on." Jamie grinned sitting back on the edge of the bed to watch her as she grabbed one item and then another to examine them as if they were the most precious things in the world.

"I didn't want you to spend all this money babe!" she protested but she knew there was never a fight that she'd ever win if it meant making Jamie happy and if spending all that shit ton of money on her made Jamie happy, well she didn't have much fight to protest.

So instead of protesting Y/n walked over to him and sidled up between his parted legs from where he lounged back on his palms. She reached up to grab the lei from her neck and draped it over his own just so she could use it to pull him closer to her until their lips brushed.

"You are going to make me a spoiled brat." she teased nuzzling his nose with hers.

"Is that so?" one brow raised with a devilish grin crossing his face as his hands rested on her hips. "Well, then darling lucky for you I'm an amazing brat tamer. Or haven't you learned yet?" his eyes darkened slightly as her teeth sank into her bottom lip.

"Aren't you cocky?" Y/n teased before letting go of her hold on the Lei and taking a few steps back. "I think I'm going to shower; I smell like the ocean," she commented idly as she headed for the bathroom.

Jamie watched her for a long long moment until she was out of sight. He didn't move even when he heard the water get started in the shower. But boy did he move faster than a cheetah as soon as that bathing suit landed on the floor right in front of him. With a large grin on his face, he stalked across the room straight for the bathroom door; secretly loving that little giggle of conspiracy that left her mouth as soon as he closed the bathroom door behind him.

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