#like i should have weekly meetings with her and she's meant to help me make calls and such i think? i don't entirely remember

[daz4i]

everyone wish me luck i have a meeting with another social worker tomorrow that's supposed to help me with therapy shit and find me someone to help me with basic life stuff 💔

#like i should have weekly meetings with her and she's meant to help me make calls and such i think? i don't entirely remember #I'll ask tomorrow ig. #also my doctor's appointment today was canceled so no new painkillers for me. but I'll have it on wednesday hopefully #more life updates. for anyone invested in my recovery(???) process

[twice-inamillion]

The Company

Taeyeon and IU’s Plan 

Smut and Story Building (Sex, Deep Penetration, Defloration, Creampie, Fingering, Blowjob) 

Chapter 3

4,315 Words

(IU finds out that Taeyeon has been looking through her phone that filled with her sexual experiences with her boss. Taeyeon is convinced by IU to get a taste and comes up with a plan. Taeyeon gets more than what she can handle. OC gets a little surprised but is more than happy to accept it.) 

A few weeks pass, and every time Taeyeon stays at IU’s apartment, she notices hints of your sexual relationship with IU. Anything like cum covered panties, cummed covered skirts and marks on IU’s thighs and chest. 

She can’t hold on any longer; she needs to confront her friend about the type of relationship the two of you have. Taeyeon tries to find the looks for the best moment to talk to her about this. 

“I’m going to ask her today; I can’t wait anymore. It’s awkward every time I see the two of them together.” 

Taeyeon arrives earlier than usual and prepares dinner for the both of them, “Some pasta would be nice and easy to do. She changes into some comfortable clothes and gathers all the necessary items to make the meal. 

“Taeyeon, I’m home.”

“Welcome back. I made dinner for us.”

“Aww, that’s nice of you. Let me change.”

“Okay, I’ll set the dinner table.”

Taeyeon sets the dinner table and waits for IU to take a seat before serving her. “What’s the special occasion?”

“Nothing much. I just got tired of ordering takeout and wanted to make something homemade.”

“Haha, you should do this more often.”

“I’ll try, only when I’m done early. Anyways, how was your day? Don’t think we have talked comfortably in the past few days.”

“Hmm… nothing much. Just the same old thing. You know, helping with ranking the trainees, setting up meetings, and doing my duties as the CEO’s assistant.”

“What kind of duties do you have?”

“Just busy stuff like going over his daily and weekly schedule, setting up his meetings, sometimes bringing him his meals or some do simple tasks.”

“Seems like he has you overworking yourself.”

“Ah, no, that’s not true. He also has Irene as the secondary assistant. We share the tasks here and there. It's not that bad, actually, once you get used to it. But there are times when it does get busy, and I come home tired.”

“Is he nice to you?”

“He can be a bit tough, but he treats me nice. He asks how I’m doing, buys me nice things like jewelry, and gives me spending money.”

“Seems like the two of you have more than a boss-and-employee relationship.”

IU smiles and tries to play it off, but Taeyeon teases her, “Omg, are you and your boss something?” IU can’t help but grin, causing Taeyeon to push deeper, “I kind of figured the two of you were a thing. Is it actually a thing or work sex?”

“Haha, why do you want to know? Are you perhaps interested?”

“No! I just wanted to ask since you have been acting a bit differently.” 

“Hmm.. okay. I’ll tell you, but don’t tell anyone else, okay?”

Taeyon is now completely invested in finding out their relationship and eagerly nods, “Yeah, I won’t tell anyone.”

“Okay, remember how I told you that my family has financial issues?”

“Yeah, of course. You said that your family was struggling really back, especially your mom.”

“I wanted to help her somehow, so I contacted some people and became his personal assistant. This meant I had to service him at the workplace and him “personally.” I knew it was bound to happen and did it for my mother’s sake. So I had my first time with him. I thought I would hate him, but he’s really caring. He and I aren’t dating; it’s just a work relationship. I’ve been with him for a bit over a year and learned that it’s better to take the initiative and serve him than for him to act on it. If he has to ask for it when he might fuck you based on his mood, and trust me, that might be a bit dangerous. So I learned to read his mood and service him.”

“Oh wow. I didn’t know it was that serious.”

“The pay is really good, and the benefits are much better. This is one of the reasons why I have this apartment, and my mom is living in a nice house.”

Taeyeon hesitants but asks, “By the way, how far have you gone? Like, what do you do?”

“Well… the first few times, it was just regular sex, then it was a handjob and blow job. As time kept going, we would do more stuff, like me giving him head in his office or having sex in there too.”

“Have you two done anal?”

“Ahh, I haven’t, but he’s done it with someone else.” 

“Who?”

“Irene, his other assistant.”

“He fucks her too?”

“Yeah, and let me tell you this. Their relationship is much different than mine. She didn’t want to service him and learned the hard way. Anyways, are you interested?”

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t try to hide it, Taeyeon. I know you looked through my panties in my hamper and went through my phone.” 

Taeyeon panics and lies, “No, I didn’t do that.” 

“Don’t lie, that phone is something that he gave me. It screen records every time someone tries to log in. So I know that you’ve been looking at my videos of him fucking me.”

Taeyeon panics, and it shows. IU reads Taeyeon like a book and teases her by asking, “Are you interested in him?”

“Ahh, no! I’m just interested.”

“Lies, I’ve heard your moaning during the night. I know that you’re sexually interested and frustrated.”

“No, you’re wrong.” 

“I mean, if you are, and I know you are. It will make my job easier. There are so many things I have to do, and if he’s busy with you, then that means I have to spend less time servicing him. What do you think?”

“Umm… I don’t know.”

“I’ll even help you. I’ll tell you the best time and even get him a bit tipsy for you, haha.”

“You’ll help me?”

“Yeah, you’re my friend. It’s not like I have anything to lose. Look, I’ll even show you some pictures from today,” as IU pulls out her phone and shows Taeyeon a video of you getting your cock sucked and you cumming in her mouth and face. IU notices Taeyeon slide her hand between her legs and rubs herself under the table, “Don’t tell me you don’t see yourself being in my place. Just imagine his hot cum on your face and going down your throat.”

“Hmm… you said you’ll help me, right?”

“Yeah, I’ll take care of everything. You just got to follow my advice, and you’ll be good.”

“Okay, I’ll do it,” causing IU to smile.

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“Is that the last schedule for the day?”

“Yes, sir. You’re done for the day. Are you planning on dining out?”

“No, I just want to go home and rest. This was a busy and long weekend; I wanted to have a drink and relax. I’ll probably go out tomorrow.”

“Would you still like me to service you later tonight?”

“Hmm… actually, how about we share a drink?”

“It would be my pleasure, sir.”

You gather all your belongings and head to your apartment with IU. The two of you wait for the elevator and can’t help but notice the large height difference between the both of you, almost a foot apart. The elevator door slides open, and the two of you enter and scan your keycard to the top floor. 

Arriving at the top floor, you walk down a long hallway towards the single, large door on the floor and insert your code to enter, “Finally, back home.” The two of you take your shoes off, leave your items on the table by the hallway, and sit on the large couch. 

“Would you like me to serve you the usual?”

“Yes, please.”

IU heads towards the kitchen and to the alcohol cabinet and grabs a bottle and two glass cups. She pours the both of you a drink and walks back. “Here you, sir.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“I like your initiative, Ji-eun. You’ve become a reliable assistant.”

“No, thank you, sir. For the opportunity to serve you and the help to my family.”

“Ahh, yes. How’s your mother doing?”

“She’s doing well, thanks to your generosity.”

“No need to thank me; it’s all due to your hard work.”

IU grabs the bottle once more and pours another drink as you enjoy the view from the top floor of the building. Watching the sunset is one of your favorite things after coming home from a long day. 

“Would you like me to order you takeout, sir?”

“Sure, that’d be great.”

“What would you like?”

“You can choose.”

“Okay, I’ll place an order.”

You place your drink down and change into something more comfortable while waiting for the food to arrive. IU sets the table, cleans a bit of the living room, and places your items where they belong. “Would you like another drink?”

“Yeah, I could go for another one.”

She serves you another drink, and you take small sips as you continue to enjoy the view from your living room couch. You and IU have a small conversation about some of the schedule for next week and about the process of the trainees when IU’s phone pings. “Sorry, sir. It’s the delivery person; I’m going to go down to the lobby and meet them. I’ll be right back.”

“Okay, sounds good.”

You walk to the kitchen, open the fridge door, and grab a couple of beers for the meal. You wait for IU to arrive and check your messages. When you hear the door ring go off, signaling that IU was coming inside. 

“Sir, I’m back.”

“Nice, I grabbed a couple of beers for the two of us.”

“Sir, I met Taeyeon in the lobby and asked her to join us. Would that be okay with you, sir?”

“Yeah, that’s fine.”

“She’ll be coming up in a few. She just went to get changed.”

“Okay, let's get the table ready for three.”

After a few minutes, the doorbell rings, and IU opens the door for Taeyeon. “Hello, sir. Thank you for allowing me into your house.”

“It’s no problem; you’re welcome anytime; come take a seat.” 

Taeyeon sits on the couch across from you," Would you like a beer?”

“Yes, I’ll take one.” he grabs a beer and opens it. She crosses her legs, and you catch a glimpse of her not wearing any panties. You try not to look at it, but you can’t help but admire her thighs. 

“The pizza is ready.”

“Thanks; actually, do you think it would be better to eat here in the living room since it’s pizza?”

“We could do that,” says IU.

“I’ll help you, Ji-eun,” standing up and helping bring the plates to the living room table. 

With everyone sitting down, you all grab a slice of pizza and a beer and start to eat. You ask Taeyeon about her week and if she’s comfortable as the vocal coach. 

“I like it here; the place is beautiful, the staff is nice, and the trainees are very hardworking.” 

“That’s good to hear. Better than SM, huh.”

“Haha, yeah, it is,” she laughs.

IU mentions that she’s been hearing positive feedback from the trainees ever since she started and congratulated her on a good job. Taeyeon smiles and puts her feet on the couch, giving you a better view of her private area. 

You try not to look, but you can’t help your curiosity and eye her every time she moves her legs. IU notices this and asks, " Taeyeon, would you mind passing me a napkin?”

“Sure,” and she reaches for the napkin, allowing you to get a glimpse of her cleavage under the oversized shirt. IU looks at you and smiles, knowing that the plan is working.

“Like what you, sir?”

You turn around to IU, “What do you mean?”

“I asked if you liked what you saw.”

You see IU’s smile and turn to Taeyeon and see her smile. “What’s going on?”

IU says, “What do you think, sir? She wants you.”

“Is that true?”

“What do you think? I wouldn’t give a show to just anyone,” says Taeyeon.

“Hmm… So the both of you planned this.”

“You catch on quick, sir.”

“Okay, I’ll play your game. Taeyeon, you must be aware of the type of relationship I have with Ji-eun, right?”

“Yes, I’m aware.”

“And you’re fine with that?”

“Yeah, I am.”

Calling her bluff, you stand up, walk towards her, and extend your hand. “Alight, since you want to play, we can go right now.”

“R…right now?” looking at IU, who only smiles.

Knowing what will happen, she takes your hand and follows your lead to one of the bedrooms. The both of you hear a small chuckle from IU, and her saying, “Have fun,” before you close the door.

“You want to play? Let's see if you’re game,” and sit on the one-seater coach in the room. 

Taeyeon stands there, confused about what you mean. “Strip.”

Taeyeon is caught off guard by your command and hesitates. You repeat it once more, “Strip.” Understanding you’re serious; she stands before you crosses her arms, and removes her oversized shirt and then her loose, small shorts. 

In front of you is a completely nude Taeyeon. She has small breasts and a clean, shaven cunt. Without saying a word, you scan her body, from her feet to her head. She turns around and gives you a view of her behind, “Amazing. I can’t believe a member from Girls Generation is standing in front of me, nude.”

You signal her to approach you and say, “Come over here.” You grab both her hands and her right in front of you. You lick your index and middle finger and rub her lower lips. She moans at the sudden touch of your warm fingers against her cold skin. Using your two fingers, you trace and swirl the outside of her lips until you feel her moist. 

You remove your fingers, pull her towards you, and pick her up. She suddenly yelps from being picked up and notices you walking towards the bed. You toss her onto the bed and watch her reaction as you spread her legs wide open, giving you an embarrassed look. She tries to cover her pussy, to which you tease her and say, “I guess you’re all talk and no game,” giving her a smirk. She gets offended and removes her hands out of pride, responding, “I’m not all talk; I can back it up, too.”

“You’re sure about that?”

“Yeah, I am.”

“I’ll give you one last chance to back out.”

“Don’t need it, I can play along.”

“Alright. Let’s play.” 

You remove your shirt and shorts and toss it to the couch. Taeyeon’s heart begins to race as she’s focused on your boxers and sees you pull them down, revealing your semi-hard cock. You pull her towards you and her folds once you say, “You have a really nice pussy right here.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah. I can’t wait to fuck you,” grabbing your cock and pressing it against her lower lips. She pushes your cock away and says, “Wait, you’re not going to wear a condom?”

You stop and are surprised by the most ridiculous question and reply, “What do you mean a condom? I only fuck, raw. Why? You don’t want to?”

No, I was just wondering. I heard that it’s important to wear a condom.”

“I check myself regularly, so I’m good. Are you?”

“No, I’m good.”

“Okay, then we’re all good to continue, right?”

“Yeah,” turning her head around and thinking of all the possibilities of fucking without a condom. 

You grab your cock with your right hand and give it a few pumps and press it against her lower lips. You look at Taeyeon and see her face of anticipation, waiting for your next move. With your hardened cock against her entrance, you smack it against her folds right before inserting yourself inside of her. 

Taeyeon groans from the pain of your cock making its way through her tight walls. “Fuck… you’re so tight!” as you shove more of your cock inside her. Due to the pain, Taeyeon grabs onto the bedsheets with all her might. 

Suddenly, Taeyeon screams when you shove your whole length inside of her in one go. “Wait…Wait… pull out, pull out, you’re breaking me!”

Seeing her in pain, you pull out your cock, and caress her cheek, “Are you okay?” Taeyeon replies, “You’re too big; I thought it was going to die. Give me some time to get myself together.”

‘Wait… don’t tell me” as you look down and look at the tip of your cock covered in a thin layer of red. 

She nods her head in tears and says, “Yeah, it’s my first time.” You’re surprised by her comment and would have never known that this would be her first time, but the idea of being her first man makes you hard again. 

You grab a tissue, get yourself cleaned, and reassure Taeyeon that you’ll make it pleasurable. She nods and wipes the tears off her face before you move on to insert yourself once more. 

With your cock at the entrance of her, slowly insert your length; Taeyeon groans from the slight pain in her walls and begins to stretch to their limits, “Ow… you’re still too big.” You get on the bed, get on top of her, and begin to kiss her neck and play with her breast as you move inside of her. 

Taeyeon slowly forgets about the pain and focuses on the pleasure of your kissing and her tits, “Hmm, yeah… that feels good, don’t stop.” You move towards her breast and take her nipple into your mouth as you play with the other. She continues to moan and let free of her nipple and continue to thrust your cock.

Taeyeon wraps her arms around your neck now that she’s comfortable with your length. You increase the pace of your thrusting, causing her to moan and even laugh, “I can’t describe the feeling, but it feels so good!” 

“Just wait, it's going to feel better,” as you place her into a mating press. With her legs pushed back, you do a strong thrust, each other’s pelvis smacking against each other. “How do you like that? Can you feel it deep inside you?”

“Ahh.. yeah, I can feel the difference. My womb is taking the shape of your cock!” Her hands move towards her breast, pinching and twisting her nipples as she feels her orgasm coming. 

Seeing her pleasuring herself, you can’t help but tease her as you focus your focus on her clit. Taeyeon yelps, asking you to stop because she can feel an overwhelming feeling approaching.

Instead, you place it between your thumb and your index finger and give it a nice pinch. This causes Taeyeon to instantly cum, as you feel a rush of fluid covering your cock. You pull out and enjoy the scene of her orgasm as her body violently shakes. You watch as she rides her orgasm and decide to tease her, so you insert your middle finger and begin to thrust inside her cunt. “Don’t… don’t do that, you’re going to make me come! Stop!” It didn’t take her long for her to reach her second orgasm. “Ahh, fuck! I’m cumming!” as a gush of fluid sprays and her body spasms. 

“Wow, I didn’t have to do much. Seems like you don’t relieve yourself often, but that won’t be a problem now that I’m here. You’re going to be a good fucking with me, but now that you had your fun, it’s my turn.”

“Wait, what are you doing?”

“I need to get my fill too, you know.” 

“Please… wait,” not letting her finish her sentence as you insert your cock inside. She throws her head back and screams, “Oh fuck! You’re going to mess me up inside!” Her walls tighten around your cock, not used to having your massive length inside of it. 

“Your walls want to squeeze my cock, fuck you feel so tight.” You start to pump your cock inside her slippery walls, feeling all the grooves and crevices of her meaty flesh. 

You listen to the beautiful sound of Taeyeon’s moaning as you thrust inside of her for what feels like ten minutes. Taeyeon is a complete mess; her hair is ruined, and her body is all sweaty. The tipsy sensation has disappeared, and let her know that you’re about to reach your peak, “Fuck, I’m about to cum.”

“Wait… what did you say?”

“I said I’m about to cum. Where do you want it?”

Puzzled, she tries to come up with an answer, and it is taking longer than what you’re used to. Not wanting to hold it in any longer, you decide where you want to bust your load. Feeling the weird feeling of your cock throbbing your cock she says, “Outside, do it outside,” but it's too late.

The amount of time she wastes on deciding, you end up making the choice for her. You pull your cock out and do one last thrust when you hear her say she wants you to cum outside. Instead, all she hears is, “Fuck! I’m cumming!” Her eyes widen when she hears your comment, and she is bombarded with a large wave of cum flooding her womb. 

She cries, “So hot! Pull out!” That only makes you want to shove your cock in deep and paint her womb white. 

After finishing your orgasm, you notice Taeyeon looking at her bulging belly, filled with your load. You pull out and watch as she presses her fingers on her stomach, causing a large amount of cum to ooze out. “I told you to do it outside.”

“You took too long, so I made a choice. Plus, I normally cum inside of my girls, so there shouldn’t be an issue, right?”

“But I’m not one of your girls. I’m not IU or Irene.”

“Yeah, you’re right. You are not them, but since you took my hand, you’re mine now.” 

“You don’t own me.”

“Haha, says the person with the cum of their boss inside of her.”

She sees your smirk and realizes that you’re right; she does have her belly full of your cum right now. “Don’t smirk.”

“You know, I’m right. How about another round?”

“Another round?”

“Yeah, I mean, if you’re up for it.”

Taeyeon’s pride doesn’t let her back down; she wants to wipe that grin off your face, even if it means going another round. She looks down at you and notices your hardened cock. “Alright, I can do another round.”

“Haha, alright. Let's change the scenery,” as you extend your hand. She takes your hand, and you walk her to the balcony. She looked down and saw the campus and trainees walking in groups back to their dorms after a long Friday night. 

You kiss her nape, which causes her to shiver, and her nipples harden. “Put your hands against the railing.” 

“Why?”

“Don’t worry. Just let me lead, and enjoy.”

“Okay.”

You raise her right leg up in the air, and with your left hand, you position your cock to her entrance. “What are you do… ahhh” as she feels your cock penetrating her cunt once more. The both of you spend the whole night fucking throughout the penthouse, the balcony, living room, kitchen, and shower. Every time you move locations, you make sure to make the two of you get to orgasm. 

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Taeyeon wakes up on the bed, looks around, and notices you are gone. She gets up and looks at the many stains throughout the bed, which makes her remember the night she had. She takes a cold shower to wash the stains of fluid on her body, “Ugh… I feel so full.” She presses her stomach and notices a white cream liquid oozing out of her. Pressing her belly harder, a gush of cum squirts out, covering the shower floor cum, “Fuck…that’s too much.” 

After her shower, she changed into her clothes and walked out to see you in the living room, reading a newspaper. She walks towards you, “Good morning,” to which you reply, Good Morning, Taeyeon.”

As she walks towards the kitchen, she turns around to ask if she could grab something to eat when she sees IU on her knees. “Ji-eun! What are you doing?” 

IU turns around with a smile on her face and replies, “Good Morning, Unnie. I made breakfast, by the way.” 

“Why are you going down on him?”

“Oh, I’m having breakfast too. Want some?” as she holds your cock in her hand. 

“No!”

“Come on, it's good.”

“No.”

“Are you sure?”

She looks at her friend’s satisfied face and remembers the videos she has masturbated to before. She looks at you and back at her, giving her a reply.

You woke up this Saturday morning full of energy. After going on a run early in the morning, you return and enjoy the breakfast your assistant, IU, made for you. You give her a treat as a reward for a job well done. 

You turn, you’re done reading your newspaper, set it on the table, and enjoy the sight in front of you. “It’s nice to see two friends sharing a meal together,” you say with a slight grin.

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[desert-fern]

A Gun Amongst Daggers - Jake “Hangman” Seresin X Fem!Navy Seal Reader

Part 22: Reunion

Summary: When Jake meets a woman at the Hard Deck, the last thing he expects is for her to be a Navy Seal. And not just any Seal, the Commander of Seal Team 3. She’s beautiful, smart, dangerous, and everything about her just makes him want to get close. Her name? Bear. When the Seals need backup, Cyclone puts the Daggers on their radar and now, Jake has to work with Bear and her team, all the while trying to stay professional. Can he do it? Or will he end up falling for the Navy sniper and mission Commander?

* image by Ilaria Ubinati, found on Pinterest*

MINORS DO NOT ENGAGE! 18+ ONLY. MINORS & BLOGS WITH NO AGE/EMPTY BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED.

Warnings: Bear gets a little existential, her team is amazing and supportive, really not much else imo

Word Count: 3.9k

Masterlist >> Part 21 >> Part 23

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It had been nearly 5 months since Bear had left the deck of the USS Abraham Lincoln in order to meet with Admirals Will “Shark” Harris, Beau “Cyclone” Simpson, and Navy psychologist, Dr. Hazelwood. They had required her to take a mandatory leave effective immediately, weekly sessions with Dr. Hazelwood, and had barred her from engaging in discussions relating to the day to day operations of the US Navy and its members, as well as forbidding any contact with those directly involved in the investigation of what would be former Lieutenant Commander Colton “Hazard” Richards.

Needless to say, the third condition struck a nerve in the Commander. Her team was her family, as she had said numerous times, and in her mind, it was needlessly cruel. The rest of her orders she could understand. Hazard had been taken off the ship directly by NCIS agents along with the rest of his so-called team, and she knew that Bug, FAK, Daisy, Shrike, Jake and a few others would be crucial in building the case against these five. But that also meant she couldn’t talk to them until after they had finished up their parts for the agents and the prosecution.

She couldn’t talk to her family. Nor they to her, and it tore her heart to shreds.

But Bear just nodded, gritting her teeth in frustration. “Sirs, may I suggest a change to the conditions?”

Admiral Simpson looked surprised at her boldness, but her boss, Admiral Harris had expected this and motioned for her to continue regardless of the look on his colleague’s face. “You may, Commander.”

“I would like to request a psychologist not connected to the US Navy.” Bear’s tone was even, controlled. She knew what she needed and unfortunately this psychologist wouldn’t be it. “I mean no disrespect to you, ma’am. I have no doubt of your qualifications, but in order for me to be at the level I need to be, I require counseling from someone that isn’t going to sign off on me the second I show even a fraction of improvement.” This was a genuine concern. Bear knew that if they could slap an ‘all better’ on her file right now, then they would. However, for her sake, for the sake of her team, Bear had to be at her best and right now, she was far from it.

Harris raised an eyebrow in curiosity. “And who exactly is going to fill in for Dr. Hazelwood?” He had been caught off guard by Bear yet again. Both he and Cyclone had figured that Bear would want to be put back into the field as soon as possible. Neither one of them had considered this request as something that she would ever bring up.

“I’m sure that there are private psychologists who have been vetted by the Navy should this ever arise.” She met Cyclone’s gaze and held it, refusing to even entertain the idea of a compromise. Bear knew that she was damaged, that her experiences had broken something inside of her that couldn’t be fixed with three sessions and a bandaid. She needed help, and deep down, Bear knew that she would walk away from this life if she couldn’t get the help she needed. “This is one of those circumstances.”

Cyclone glanced at Shark before nodding. “We’ll see that that is done, Commander. And may I commend you for your professionalism at this time. It is a rare thing.”

Bear nodded in thanks, her jaw feeling like it had been wired shut. She shifted on her feet, ignoring the itchiness of a scab on her side while the Admirals talked at her, discussing item after item, barely taking more than a few seconds to ensure that the information was being absorbed. She had been in that office for far too long and her mind was nearly at its breaking point.

Now though, Bear sat on her couch, wrapped up in a blanket as she stared at the wall. Today’s session had left her emotionally drained and she wanted nothing more than to be with someone, to be near someone. She had gone home to Vermont almost immediately after her leave had been approved and spent two of the five months with her moms, both loving and hating the familiarity of it all.

She recognized the feeling as the same one that had hit her after her first deployment. Bear had gone home and the world had seemed different. The lush forests that she used to train in, the well-worn trails feeling foreign, the overall peaceful serenity unnerving. It was almost like she had stepped back into a life that wasn’t hers, a period of her history that had faded and been lost to time. She distantly remembered sobbing in her mother’s arms, the reason long forgotten to time, memory, and pain.

Since that time however, Bear had grown stronger and bolder, grown into who she was now. Rather, who she had been before Hazard and his goons tried to ascertain a command of their own. She knew that eventually the pain would heal, and thanks to Dr. Carter, her new psychologist vetted personally by Admiral Harris, Bear was well on her way to managing the nightmares, trauma, and the sting of betrayal brought in spades by Operation Hellfire.

So Bear sat, the silence filling her, bringing her a semblance of peace. She had recovered slowly; spending hours focusing on her breathing, going to the gym on nights that sleep eluded her, writing down what she could about her day, and just did her best to heal. She couldn’t recall the last time she had had so much time to do what she wanted and it was both scary and freeing.

The prosecution had finished with her main team three months after her leave had begun and Bear had cried after getting the email from Harris that she could chat with a few of her team, namely Fireball and Bug. The lawyers had wanted to spend longer talking to those who had been directly impacted by Hazard’s actions and those who had been crucial in putting together the evidence for them.

She had given her own initial testimony days after being put on leave, much to the anger of Admiral Harris who had demanded that his Commander be allowed time to recover from her ordeal. It had been difficult. She had barely been able to piece together sentences of her experience, the words getting lost in the fear and pain she had been through, but she had persevered. She pushed through it, tearing open the mental wounds she had spent weeks trying to heal and in her pain, her tears, Bear had found it within her to admonish the prosecutor who demanded answers. He had been stunned into silence from the force of her words as she stood shaking in front of him.

He had backed off. Given her time. He had requested time to speak with her again a month ago and she had felt ready, so Bear had finally worked through the apprehension and spoke with him, detailing what she could remember. He thanked her, offering his apologies for his brusque nature the first time they had met, and told Bear that he would call if he had any more questions.

And despite all obstacles against her, Bear was healing. Today’s session hadn’t made her burst into tears. It wasn’t much, but it was progress. Progress that she was immensely proud of. Bear had also heard from Dr. Carter that her mandatory leave was up soon, and that Cyclone and Shark wanted to meet with her in a few days.

She was ready. Bear was ready to see her team again, her family. Maybe if she impressed her bosses, they would let her train with her team. The mere thought had her smiling widely as she picked herself up from the couch and wandered into the kitchen to make dinner. It was nothing fancy, but Bear still found herself dancing as she cooked, the joy seeming to radiate off of her. “If only Jake were here,” she thought. “Then it would be perfect.”

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The day of her meeting came quickly, and Bear had never been more excited to put her uniform on than today. It beat out the first time she had put it on by a mile and she didn’t quite know what to make of that. Each button fastened brought her closer to her goal: Harris and Simpson had to be convinced that she was better, that she wasn’t a risk.

Bear grabbed her backpack, keys, phone, and wallet and slipped out the front door of her house. The same house that had once stood out for being starkly unlived in, now seemed to blend in a little more. The flower beds were now full and blooming in colors they never had before, the lawn was clipped, and it looked like a home. With all the time on her hands, the work made her feel normal. It had been a source of peace for her while she recovered and it continuously made her grin as she drove the roads to the base.

The guard at the entrance to the base had shouted “Welcome home!” when she had rolled her window down and his enthusiasm made her laugh as she handed him her new ID.

“It’s good to be back.” Bear took back her card, waving to him as she drove into the base, parking as close as she could to the Admiral’s office and slowly made her way inside, passing colleagues and friends who each greeted her with smiles, handshakes and hugs.

“Commander. It’s good to see you.”

“Sirs.” Bear couldn’t help but grin a little as she saluted the two men before her. “It’s good to be back.”

“At ease, Commander.” Cyclone gestured for her to take a seat in front of him, eyes watching Bear as she did. “We received word from Dr. Carter that she feels you are ready to come back.”

“Yes Sir. I was informed of the same.” Bear shuffled in her chair, trying to get comfortable. The cold sterility of the meeting room they sat in never failed to make her uncomfortable and today was no different, especially when she was waiting desperately to see those whom she hadn’t seen in over five long months.

Admiral Harris glanced over at Bear. “And do you feel the same?” He could sense her eagerness to return to the job, his Commander was hardly subtle in that regard. Her love for her job and her people was something he hoped her successor would possess and from what he had seen from Bug, he knew that Team 3 was in phenomenal hands.

“I do. I don’t think I’m ready to be deployed immediately, but I feel ready to rejoin my team, to start training again.” Bear knew what she wanted from this meeting, and she could tell that the men across from her knew it too, but this was still a formality that they all had to go through.

“I see.”

And the conversation continued from there. By the end, the two Admirals had decided that while Bear still needed to pass a psychological exam by a Navy psychologist, she was essentially cleared to train again with her team.

It was like she was flying at their words. Bear knew that what they were saying was important, but she was too caught up in the excitement of being able to see and talk to her family again. It would be awhile before any legal action came down on the people who had hurt her with their plotting, but they hadn’t won. She was sitting here, in front of her bosses, paying just enough attention to their words so she wouldn’t miss anything important, while her heart was doing backflips at the thought of just seeing her people.

“Congratulations Commander. You will be reinstated shortly.” The amused voice of Admiral Harris cut through her thoughts. “Go and rendezvous with your team, Bear. They have been clamoring at the gates trying to see you. I believe Petty Officer Hamilton sounded the alarm that you were back.”

Bear smiled. “That doesn’t surprise me in the slightest, Sir. He was all smiles when I arrived earlier.”

“He is the type to do so, Commander.” Cyclone was watching her carefully, amused by the humor in her voice. It was clear to him that Bear was ready to burst out of the room, so he dismissed her, nodding at her salute and watched Bear slip out the door. “Is she always like this, Harris?”

“Eager to get back to work? Yes. The type to tune us out? No, that’s likely from her not being able to help her team for the last five months.”

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Bear raced out of the building, descending the stairs so fast she nearly fell down them. She closed the distance quickly, slowing to a walk as she quietly approached the empty training warehouse. Her heart was pounding, both from the exertion and because after five long months, she was oh so close to finally being near the people that had always had her back.

Her team was okay, definitely worried about her, but from the updates Fireball had been giving her over the last few weeks, Bear knew that they were alright. Bug was doing her best to keep their spirits up, and Bear couldn’t be more proud of Priya. She knew that her second would step up when needed and Priya did exactly that.

They had come together in her absence. Growing stronger as a team, they were all so excited that their boss, their friend, and to some, a maternal figure (not that they would ever say that to her face), was coming back to them.

And she was right outside the doors, listening intently to the cacophony of voices yelling over one another. Bear heard Bug shout over the noise, silencing most of the group, except for a few who kept chattering away excitedly. “Now! To the two newbies that joined us a few months ago, you only know me as your CO. You haven’t met Bear yet.” Bug stopped halfway through her sentence to swing her gaze over and stare down the new Seals. “And if you two would stop your yammering, maybe we can finish this up so you can meet her.”

“Sorry ma’am.”

“Yes ma’am.”

They both looked thoroughly chastised and Bug smiled. Her job had gotten a little easier as time had gone on. She still wished that Bear were here to help guide her, but Priya knew that this was the same way her commander had learned the job. Training wheels didn’t exist in the Navy and Bug was proud of just how much she had been able to do despite her hesitation.

“Good. Now,” she continued. Her smile had only grown wider as she felt the excitement of her colleagues grow with every passing moment. Everyone wanted to see Bear again, and thanks to Petty Officer Hamilton, the whole base knew that the Commander was back. “Bear is still in her meeting with the Air Boss and Admiral Harris, so did we have any questions about our training this week?”

A few hands were raised and Bug answered the questions as best she could. She was distracted and it had felt like time was crawling as she breezed through the last few questions, clarifying a few points and restating another four, much to her dismay. Bug had just asked if there were any remaining questions when a familiar voice echoed through the quiet room. “I have a question. What does a woman have to do to get a hug around here?”

“Bear!” The room erupted in chaos, Seals scrambling out of their seats to hug their Commander, pushing and shoving others out of the way to be the first to greet her. A cacophony of voices made Bug cringe at the volume and she caught the gazes of the other Lieutenants who had held back, letting their platoons hug their boss.

“Alright. Alright!” Bear yelled over the noise, her hands out in front of her. “I’m not running out on you guys. I will get to everyone, I promise.” The room immediately settled down, people shuffling out of Bear’s path as she walked up to the front of the room.

Bear had begun tearing up when the room exploded into shouts of joy. Her team was okay and the sheer weight of the emotions she had felt all week dissipated in a heartbeat. Each hug, handshake, and story shared seemed to lighten her heart in such a way that it felt like it was seconds from floating up, up, up into the sky to fly alongside the F-18s on base.

Each step towards Bug felt like miles. Bear had heard the endless praise of Priya since the moment she'd arrived back on base and it was comforting to know that she had chosen well. “Priya.”

“Bear.” And Bug was in her arms, holding her tight. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, Bug.” She held the other woman for a moment longer, before letting go to wipe her tears. “You’ve done an incredible job with them. I couldn’t be more proud.”

A tearful thank you left Bug as she swiped at her tears, letting Bear turn to envelop F.A.K. into a tight squeeze. The medic mumbled something to their Commander, making her laugh despite her tears.

The rest of that morning and early afternoon was spent catching up, Bear found herself holding court as she answered question after question from her team, refusing to leave anything out. Her team weren’t children, they had all suffered from her disappearance and Bear felt that they deserved to know at least a fraction of what had plagued her over the long five months apart.

“… I did go home to Vermont,” Bear said, laughing when someone yelled out that a person couldn’t be from Vermont. “I’m serious. My moms live there, in a small town in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere.”

A few more adamant shouts had the room dissolving into giggles and for what felt like the millionth time that day, Bear felt a lightness that she hadn’t felt in a while. Not since the early days in Riyadh with Jake.

Jake. Where was he? Come to think of it, where were the Daggers? Bear hadn’t heard a word from any of them except Rooster one time when he stopped by to lend her a book. She had yet to give it back to him, and she would be lying if she said that was the only reason she wanted to see the pilots who had become a third family to her.

Sensing Bear’s distraction, Bug jumped in to dissuade the next few questions, sending the Seals off to lunch, while keeping a close eye on the suddenly pensive Bear. “Are you okay?”

Bear nodded. “I’m fine. Honestly. Just missing people.” She was trying for nonchalance, but from the look Priya gave her, it was clear that she had failed miserably.

“The Daggers have been away since Monday for a four day intensive at Lemoore,” Bug began, a knowing smile growing wider as the seconds passed. “I hear that they should be back sometime today or tomorrow.”

Bear hummed her acknowledgment and continued staring out through the open doors at the planes taking off in the distance. “It’s strange being back,” she said after a while.

“Good strange or bad strange?”

“Is it bad if I don’t know yet?”

Bug shook her head. “I don’t think so. I would probably feel the same in your shoes.”

“And I hope that you never have to be.” Bear’s tone was dark. A firm edge that forbade Bug from ever following her path to the woman she had become. “As long as I am in charge, you will never have to make the same choices I did in that desert.”

“You can’t promise that.” Bug’s tone was soft, almost like she was trying to talk Bear down.

Bear turned, meeting Priya’s gaze. “What I had to do…” she trailed off, shaking her head at the thought. “I will do whatever I can to make sure that none of you ever face the demons I did. I can promise that much.”

“Bear, what happened wasn’t your fault. None of us have ever blamed you.” There was now urgency in Bug’s voice, pleading with Bear to believe her. “Not a single one.”

“I know you don’t. Only one person deserves the blame.” The words felt foreign in her mouth, like they didn’t belong to her. And for the longest time, they hadn’t. Dr. Carter had spent months ensuring that Bear knew that she had nothing to be blamed for. These words belonged to Dr. Carter, not Bear. “But that doesn’t change the fact that I knew I could survive what I was dealt. That I did what I did so that none of you endured what I did.”

Bug was silent. Bear wouldn’t be swayed from this belief that her sacrifice was a good thing. To Bug, however, it wasn’t. The choice had been made, but Bug was still worried that Bear would make the same decision if the opportunity presented itself. So she hummed, gathering her thoughts. “We did get new equipment earlier this week, wanna see?”

Bear seemed to snap out of her melancholy, standing up. “New equipment? Hell yeah.”

“Come on then. We get to test it out for the first time later today.”

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Hours later, Bear arrived home. Her body hurt, unused to the rigors of training after being away for so long. It had been a sobering realization, but she had known that she wouldn’t be at 100% from the start. She had to take it slow. Well, slower than previously thought.

But holy shit had it felt good to line up her shots, to watch bullets punch through paper targets, to help T-Pot and Zero find the sweet spot to take their shots. She felt useful again.

So now, sitting on her couch in her pajamas with a bowl of mac and cheese on her lap as she scrolled mindlessly through her phone, Bear was content. Today had been good, save for her one moment with Bug. But when she wrote about her day in the journal she had been given, for once it didn’t feel like she was condemning her actions.

Today was progress.

She was startled from her couch potato state by a knock at the door. Glancing at the time in the corner of her phone, Bear frowned. Who the hell could that be? It was late and while she had the weekend off, it didn’t make sense to have visitors.

Groaning, Bear unwrapped herself from her blanket and stood, her knees and ankles popping as she moved. She made her way over, her socked feet sliding over the wooden floor of her home, and opened the door to see Jake standing on her porch.

It was like all of the air had been punched out of her body as she gazed upon him. Even in the darkness outside, his figure illuminated by the single porch light, setting fire to gold in his blonde hair, resembling a crown, he was beautiful. He always had been beautiful, but now, after five long months, here he was in front of her and Bear was left speechless.

Back where they had first begun. When her feelings had become feelings. Jake on her porch, and Bear standing before him, one hand on the open door. Only this time, there was no pizza.

They stared at one another for a moment, before Bear managed a strangled “Jake.”

“Teddy.”

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A/N: This cut-off is only because this would have been longer than the last one if I had kept this and the next part together. I’m done hurting people. I promise. @startrekfangirl2233 @sarahsmi13s @dakotakazansky, you guys are incredible.

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- > speak up ! || one - are you even real ??

toge inumaki x reader

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“Of course, I’d love for you to be my student, but unfortunately i believe there is another teacher who you would learn better from.” The lovely lady, Utahime, says to you as you keep walking, slightly still in a daze from what just happened in the last 20 minutes.

Okay. So maybe you should rewind. You’ve volunteered at your favorite flower shop by your dorm for about 6 months now, a weekly customer coming in, Utahime you’ve learned over the months. Always stopping by to grab a plant for her ‘precious shoko’ who she says you ‘have to meet’! You’ve grown fond of the woman as she has of you too, sometimes occasionally stopping for brunch. A mother figure she reminds you of, but enough about the mommy issues, back to the current events.

For as long as you can remember, you’ve always felt this weird feeling, seeing horrifying creatures which your doctors just told you was sleep paralysis, or maybe schizophrenia, which you’ve just come to terms with. Maybe you were just ‘making it worse’ according to them, but you’d focused your mind on the creature to make it die, and it’s been working. Sure you felt drained after, and you smelt something awful from it, but you were probably just tired right?

Wrong. You thought you were having another episode as Utahime stopped by and you focused on the creature behind her for it to go away, just as it did. She freaked out and asked where you learned how to do that, just to find out you didn’t know about curses, or anything of it. As she explains the hidden side of the world, now walking with you as she talks about this ‘annoying powerful blindfolded man’ her words, not yours. How you have such potential and jujutsu high needs you. You were always a people pleaser, and even if you had taken in too much information in the last 20 minutes, if it meant your ‘episodes’ would be manageable, and you’d help other people, then you guess it was okay. For now atleast, until you overthink and panic later.

“Um, I’m not really sure i’m suited for this, but if you want me too i’ll try Miss Utahime. Are we going to meet ‘Jogo?’ Or uhm ‘Gojo?’ I think you said, now?” You ask a little on guard, still not really knowing what’s going on, making a mental note for you to tell your bestfriend Miwa all this later.

“Not Jogo, Never Jogo.” Utahime shutters with a disgusted face, before recollecting herself “Yes, we’re going to see Gojo now. He’s aware we’re on the way, I’m sure he’ll like you. I have to leave after a few minutes for a mission, but you always are welcome to text or call me dear.”

You nod warily as you keep walking, apparently close to ‘Jujutsu high school’ as Utahime goes on with explaining whatever the fuck the world apparently actually is. She could just be delusional like you, but she’s a sweet woman, you’ll do her a favor every so often without complaint.

As the giant building comes into frame, you wipe your sweaty hands as you suddenly feel a little nervous, Utahime calling the ‘blindfolded man’ in question from afar as you wonder if this was an actual good idea.

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- > SORRY THIS IS ALL OVER THE PLACE, i promise it’ll make more sense soon!

- > Utahime would fix your mommy issues don’t tell me i’m wrong. (slightly joking)

- > toge coming soon!

• summary - in where you meet nice lady in a flower shop you volunteer at, just to find out you can defeat curses when you thought you were just hallucinating. you transfer to jujutsu high, and you see a guy with his face covered who tried to steal flowers the other day! you confront him and he stays silent, so you tell him to speak up, only for him to say… onigiri ingredients? whether you just quit or go on with this new lifestyle- well, that’s for fate to decide.

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I saw your ask for ed requests, I have one that’s lowkey self indulgent: female reader recovers prior to dating Steve but she gets a new job and it messes with her eating schedule and she doesn’t realize she’s slipped back into her old habits until she’s dizzy or passing out and Steve just worries and once he knows he researches everything to try and help you;

If it’s too much just ignore

No, it's not to much. Thank you for trusting me with this! And my dms are always open, I personally had my anorexia come back after having beat it so I know what it's like.

Steve Harrington x Reader

Tags/TW; Eating disorder, anorexia, Steve Harrington x reader, angst with happy ending, fluff, dark thoughts,

You had done it years ago. You had beat anorexia. You didn't feel the need to tell Steve. It wasn't something you felt like sharing with many people. It just seemed easier to pretend it never happened.

Your new job was a lot further from your favorite cafe then usual. You wouldn't be able to go there before you went work like usual. You would have to find something else to eat for breakfast and lunch. It would be fine, it was a minor disturbance and you were recovered.

Steve did not need to know about the new thoughts if self doubt swimming about in your head. What if you relapsed? But it wouldn't happen. You had beaten it a while ago, all traces of self doubt had left your brain. You would be fine.

You begin getting ready for your first day of your new job. You were sever so slightly nervous, but your nerves were nothing compared to your excitement.

As you walked down to the kitchen you realized you should eat. But skipping one meal wouldn't hurt. Right?

You used to do it all the time. Plus if you skip breakfast you don't put on weight first thing in the morning. It would be fine, you would just eat something healthy but a little bit more at lunch.

You knew you should eat. But nothing felt safe. A thousand thoughts raced through your head. There wasn't a safe food for breakfast.

The cafe had been in your schedule for over a year. Steve was unaware of the reason why, but you asked him to go with you weekly. The days you didn't have work you would pick up food for later.

But tomorrow after work you could run to the cafe and pick up breakfast. Only skipping breakfast today would be fine.

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"You look great today!" Your friend Ashley says as you enter the office. She was also oblivious to the demons you had fought before meeting her.

She had no clue that you used to battle daily with invisible demons while living in your own personal hell.

"Thanks, so do you!" You exclaim and glance in a mirror. Skipping breakfast made you appear a little slimmer. You ignore the aching hunger in your stomach and go to your desk.

You would be fine, lunch was only in five hours. And then you would eat something, a little extra calories to make up for skipping breakfast.

What did they have for lunch? At your old work there were plenty of safe foods. And you had a friend who always made sure to have something you felt safe enough to eat. But that friend was left at the last job with your sense of security.

As you walk to your desk you feel strong arms pick you up in a hug before spinning you around. There was only one person who did this.

"Steve!" You exclaim as he sets you down with a quick kiss. He has those stupid sunglasses on, trying to be 'stealthy'.

"That's my name," he says with a smile and you roll your eyes. That wasn't what you meant.

"You look beautiful today," he says with another quick kiss. You smile and realize you have already gotten two compliments today.

"You look pretty good yourself," you reply and Steve smiles at you. His smile made your knees go weak. As cliche as it sounds, Steve made you get butterflies, or made you stay up half the night daydreaming about him.

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You were scared shitless. There were no safe food options at your new job or even nearby, nothing. You panic.

Everything was high carb or high calorie. You began reading on the menu; nothing was under 600 calories.

There was one thing that was pretty good; more of a snack but it was still only 220 calories. That was better then everything else, way better.

You order the snack option with a glass of water. Drinking water was good for weight loss; right? Or was it bad?

You shrug off those thoughts as you begin to eat. Steve loved you the whole time you were recovered. When you both started dating you weighed a bit more then you would of liked.

Steve didn't seem bothered so you never pressed. Soon the insecurities disappeared as you realized how he looks at you.

He looks at you like you were his world. And you were.. but he was also your world and everything else.

As soon as you finish your snack, you feel a little guilty and decide to drink the water later. It would be fine.

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You weren't fine. Before you even realized you were back to your old ways. Skipping breakfast and barely eating lunch. Limiting your water and eating a light dinner.

You didn't even realize either. You had lost five pounds already and wanted to keep going. You thought it was healthy since you hadn't passed out or started getting head aches.

Steve walked over to you, it felt like slow mo. Black spots dotted your vision as you grabbed into the counter for support

Steve was right behind and helped stabilize you as the spots went away. A minor head ache was left behind.

"Yn? What the hell happened? Are you okay?" Steve asked quickly, he was scared. Why would a perfectly healthy person almost faint?

"I'm sorry Steve," you whisper. You almost fainted, you began to realize your ED was back. You should have known skipping those meals would do this.

"Yn, what are you taking about?" Steve asked as he helped you to the couch. You sat down before grabbing his hand and looking at him.

"I, fuck. It's embarrassing," you whisper as he reassures you. You explain everything. From the anorexia you beat years ago, to how you started starving yourself to look skinny.

"It's not embarrassing," Steve says and helps you get ready for bed. He said sleep would help with the migraine pounding in your head.

It confused you, why he left. Probably disgusted with you and going to ghost you.

That's not happened, not at all.

Steve had spent all night at the library and then he called your mom. He had a list of your comfort foods, and fear foods.

He went to a 24/7 mini Mart and picked up every comfort food he could find. Once he left he realized the cafe would open and he could get you one of your most routine comofrt foods there.

He picked that up before going back to your house. He quickly out everything away once he was inside and then you walked out.

"What's this?" You ask. You assumed he was leaving you, then why did he have shopping bags. You smiles sheepishly before picking up a small paper bag.

It was your favorite food from the world's best cafe. You smiled as you walked over and hugged him. He wasn't leaving, he was staying to help fight off the invisible demons which plagued you.

Steve hands it you and you take a breath before taking a bite. You smile and set it down before hugging him again.

"I'm proud of you baby. And I'm going to help you fight every single damn demon that tries to hurt you. The invisible ones or the ones I can see." Steve kisses you before taking the food and leading you to the couch.

"I know you don't normally eat this early, but just know I love you. And your weight doesn't matter. Eat what you can, I'm proud no matter what," Steve comforts and you almost cry.

No one had ever been that supportive. You can't help the smile that tugs at your lips as you crawl into his lap. He was going to help you.

He also wasn't going to leave you.

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Hey it’s El again! Can I have an aemond one shot for the apprentice stories where Aemond wants a sword to near match his uncles (cause aemond is such a fanboy) and he meets reader whose an apprentice blacksmith. He doubts she can do a good enough job and asks for the head blacksmith but she’s now determined to prove him wrong. Better yet the head blacksmith come out and says he believes she can do a really good work. She makes the sword and aemond loves it. She then says how about a test run with the sword? And so they battle with the sword she made for him and her own. It’s a near battle but she beats him to his surprise and just becomes utterly enamoured with her. The two Bond for a period of time before confessing love and him now wanting to marry her, obsessed with the idea only she could bear having his children.

Alright babe this one is shorter than the last one, and not my best tbh, vv sorry about that!!! Also, I'm not good at writing fighting scenes, so I didn't spend too much time on it. I hope you enjoy it anyways though!!!!!

The Blacksmith's Apprentice

You’re used to people underestimating you. In fact, you’re pleasantly surprised someone doesn’t underestimate you. Judging by the look on the prince’s face, though, you knew you would not be surprised.

“I wish to speak to a blacksmith.” He said, looking around the smithy.

“And you are, my prince.” You said, crossing your arms over your chest.

He raised an elegant eyebrow. “You? You are a woman, I do not doubt you have the mind for it, but you obviously lack the strength.”

“How about you give me your request and I decide if I am strong enough to handle it?”

He nodded begrudgingly and handed you a sketch.

“Is this Darksister?” You asked, recognizing the telltale signs of Valyrian steel anywhere.

“No, it is to be like Darksister, but better.” He said.

Now it was your turn to raise an eyebrow. “You do realize that is one of the finest swords in the realm.”

“Is this your way of saying you are not up to the challenge?” He asked, a smirk tugging at his lips.

You shook your head. “I can do it.”

You stood across from Aemond, sword in hand and an easy smile on your face. “You wished to test the sword, my prince, now is the time.”

He shifted his stance, grip tight on the thing of beauty you created. He nodded and the duel began.

Steel clashed against steel, ringing out through the empty yard, huffs and grunts of exertion joined, taunts were thrown back and forth by you both, and you hissed when he nicked your arm.

“Give up y/n, I am the better swordsman.” He said, ducking under your swing.

“Say I’m the finest blacksmith you’ve ever seen, and I will.” You taunted, returning his nick with one of your own.

He laughed. “Your arrogance will be your undoing.”

“Funny, I was about to say the same thing to you.” You kicked out your leg, catching him behind his knees and knocking him to the ground.

You rested the tip of your sword against his throat. “Say it. Say I’m the finest blacksmith in the realm.”

He looked up at you, a mix of heated emotions swirling in his eye. “You are the finest blacksmith in the realm.” He said, through a clenched jaw.

You sheathed your sword and helped him up. “That wasn’t so hard now, was it?”

He brushed off his leather tunic, “you should return to the smithy.” Then he turned and entered the Keep.

Aemond held his head in his hands, moons had gone by, and he could not banish you from his mind. Your smile, your laughter, your skills with a sword, your beauty, it plagued him day and night. He had taken to visiting you on a weekly basis, building a friendship and spending much more than he meant to on weapons he already had.

He could not stomach the thought of someone else’s hands wrapped around your work. You put so much of yourself into your creations, how could he allow anyone but him to possess even that small part of you?

He had to have you; no other woman would do. How could he bear children with anyone but you? Only you were strong enough, graceful enough, and had enough fire to raise his heirs. He groaned at the image of you beneath him begging him to seed you, of you rounded with child, a glow to your skin. You would be an excellent mother, and your children would be the greatest warriors the realm had ever seen.

A knee bumped against his and he raised his head.

“Are you feeling ill?” You asked, head tilted in concern.

“I love you.” He blurted out, cheeks flaring bright red.

Your eyes widened and you sat frozen in shock.

“I am sorry to tell you in such an undignified way, but it is true. You plague my thoughts, you bring me joy, and I—I wish to marry you.”

You blinked, coming unfrozen. “Aemond…”

He stood, obviously embarrassed and taking your hesitance as a rejection. “I am so sorry—”

You cut him off by kissing him. “I love you too, and I would love to marry you.”

A rare smile broke across his face, and he bent down, kissing you urgently, pushing all his longing and passion into his actions. He would have his wife, his skilled, capable, and ferocious wife.

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#aemond x reader #aemond x you #aemond x y/n #prince aemond x reader #meg's writing #this one really isn't my best sorry El #aemond targaryen fic #aemond targaryen fanfiction #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #apprentice!reader #thanks for the request! #I hope you like it!!! #mail from el #hotd fanfics #hotd #aemond feels OOC in this for some reason

[fridgemagnethusband]

Die Schöne und das Biest

Interlude II: On the Subject of Flowers

Hello buttercups <3 I've just this week settled into a real schedule after starting a new job a couple months back, so I'm only now feeling like I'm in a place where I can confidently write again. I prooomise you a real chapter is coming soon, but in the meantime, please enjoy interlude part 2, electric boogaloo <3

February 12, 19XX

The morning before last, the Duke passed on a letter summoning me to the estate of the venerable Lady Beneviento in one week's time. The man does not readily give away his mood, but I find I’ve come to be able to accurately gauge his disposition over the years, and recognized a sort of hesitation in his actions. When I asked about his apprehension, he only gave a measured smile and stated that it would be unwise to decline the Lady’s invitation, but urged me to practice vigilance in her company all the same. 

During my brief time here, I’ve come to understand that Lady Beneviento is quite reclusive, but have not otherwise heard anything that makes me believe I need to be cautious in her presence. Still, the Duke has been undeniably kind to me since my arrival, and I am inclined to trust his judgment on account of the fact that he has so graciously put a roof over my head and sells my tinctures and salves to my mistrustful new neighbors. They seem content enough to overlook the fact that I’ve made them so long as they don’t have contact with me directly, which suits me just fine. I only hope they can put their suspicion aside long enough to visit me should they need a remedy with a more specific application, which is what I suspect the Lady’s summons are about. Time will confirm this.

February 19, 19XX

I’ve returned from my visit with Lady Beneviento, whom I found to be a most courteous host despite her supposed preference for solitude. I was summoned in the hopes that I could help to treat the uneasiness of her mind and perhaps her sleeplessness should I have the proper means. I told her that the two may very well go hand in hand, with the former causing - or at least exacerbating - the latter, and that if my recommended treatment of chamomile and lemon balm tea did not help alleviate the symptoms of her insomnia, I would prepare her a powdered valerian root to use in addition to the tea as a sedative before bed. Either way, I have been asked to return in another week’s time to join her for tea and to reassess the treatment if needed. I did not ask about the sources of her anxieties despite my curiosity, with her garb being indication enough that she is in a period of mourning. I’ll have to needle the Duke into telling me which of her relatives has passed, and will bring her flowers in testimony of my condolences at our next meeting.

On the subject of flowers, I noticed an unfamiliar variety of yellow blooms on my way to the estate. I meant to ask Lady Beneviento if she knew what they were, but could not find an opportune moment to broach the topic and did not get the sense that she cares for such things on account of her home’s decor, which largely consisted of dolls. I didn’t think one plant would be missed, so I unearthed a small cluster on my way home to be potted as soon as I returned. Perhaps next week, I will find the time to inquire either with her or the man who was tending to the headstones in the family cemetery. In the meantime, my new friends will grace my humble porch. 

March 16, 19XX

I’m growing to enjoy our weekly visits. They are always under the pretense of treatment, but I don’t know that we ever spend more than a quarter of an hour discussing her condition. The rest of the time is filled with zacusca and tea and dolmas, and - much to my surprise - talk of local plants. I could not have been more wrong in my assumption that Lady Beneviento doesn’t care for them; she seems to have a keen interest in them, and as such, I have given her my copy of Alkaloids of Mountainous Plants to read. She regrets that I couldn’t meet her groundskeeper before he passed, as he seems to have known more about (what I assume is) the yellow Aconitum leading up to the estate. In the meantime, she has urged me not to handle it, citing their likely poisonous qualities; I am not unaware of the potential for aconite poisoning, but assured her I would not for the sake of her peace of mind. She needn’t know about those I borrowed. 

April 23, 19XX

Late (Early?) - Frantic knocking at the door nearly frightened me to death as I was working at the table with G. I do not receive customers during the middle of the day, let alone during the small hours of the morning. When I opened the door, I was greeted by torrential rain and a young couple huddled underneath the overhang of the roof with their small daughter in tow. I ushered them out of the cold, and directed the father to lay her out on the bed so that I might assess her. They reported the girl had been complaining of severe stomach pain, and that they put her to bed in the hopes that her concurrent fever would break. When she became unresponsive in the middle of the night, they brought her to me. I set to work on stripping the child and sponging her skin to promote dispersal of body heat, and when her fever finally subsided some time later, I sent them home with a tincture of wormwood and walnut hull, along with strict instructions to return or call for me should her condition worsen again. I took the relief in their faces as payment, and have a strong hope that perhaps word of mouth will garner me more trust and business in the future.

(I regret having to shut G in the wardrobe for the duration of the couple’s visit, but he says that it is comfortable enough in my presence.) 

April 30, 19XX

It seems word of mouth travels faster and farther than I might have hoped. The Duke has informed me that my wares have sold out, and that there is a mounting demand for my wormwood and walnut tincture. Each time I’ve found myself in the square to replenish stock, I’ve been hurried under one roof or another, and have been all but begged to treat what seems to be the same illness at different stages. It seems to start with severe fatigue and a fever, progresses into nausea and vomiting, and ends with the most dreadful, unproductive cough. Initially I suspected improperly prepared fish to be the culprit, and advised against eating anything that wasn’t thoroughly cooked through, however, this does not seem to be the common thread between the afflicted…

At the risk of being accused of heresy or following hunches, I believe it is exposure to something in the church. I cannot say what exactly they are being exposed to, as I do not attend, but if I had to venture a guess I would attribute it to either spoiled wine or bread. Unfortunately, there do not seem to be many opportunities to meet with the village head - Mother Miranda - outside of dropping in on one of her sermons. Perhaps I’ll ask Donna (she has insisted I drop the honorifics) if she knows of a better way to bring the illness to her attention. Should there not be one, I will simply have to brave the church for the sake of the sick.

May 7th, 19XX

To say I upset Donna during our visit today is an understatement. 

Our social call started just the same as any; with her delightful cooking, hot tea, and easy conversation. At one point she mentioned that she’d heard from the Duke that my wares were selling quite successfully, and that she was glad to hear that I was finding more work here. I believed her attitude to be genuine despite our previous discordance when discussing why I had decided to leave my village for this one. 

It was at this point that I brought up the illnesses I’d been treating; I detailed the collective symptoms of the villagers, and suggested that perhaps something that is being consumed at the church is contributing to this widespread ailment. This seemed like an appropriate enough time to ask if or when I could have an audience with Mother Miranda outside of sermons, but I had scarcely finished posing the question before the teacup in Donna’s hand crashed to the floor. She reached for me as I knelt to pick up the pieces, and I felt the tremble of her delicate hands over my own. 

“Please. You mustn’t bring attention to it. To yourself.”

I tried multiple times to explain to her that I have a duty to look after the people I treat, even at the risk of putting myself in confrontational situations, but she only clasped my hands harder, as though that could make me understand. 

“I admire your devotion, truly, I do,” her voice wavered and her chest rose and fell in rapid, shallow breaths. “But Mother Miranda is not a woman you should cross if you truly wish to build a comfortable life here.”

“Cross her? If bringing an illness to her attention is enough to be considered crossing her–”

As quickly as I had grown angry, I fell silent. Donna released her grip on me to lift the veil from her face, and my gut twisted as our eyes met for the first time. Knotted scar tissue heavily disfigured the right side of her otherwise perfect face, but this was clearly not the source of the pain behind her piercing hazel eye.

She breathed my name, pulling me from whatever stupor I must have been in. 

“Swear to me that you’ll stay away from her.”

The poor dear seemed so distraught at that moment, I agreed outright in the hopes that it might quiet the panic in her voice. However, I do not believe this to be a promise I can keep if I’ve inferred the meaning of her actions correctly. I will have to ask the Duke what he knows of this.

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[noodyl-blasstal]

Barry & the twins for 12!

Prompt from @juicywritinghoard Prompts for Fun and Profit which can be found by clicking here.  

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Taako reminded Barry of a cat with socks on. He’d forgotten how to exist in his body and was adding pieces to the communal puzzle like his arm was a claw machine. Barry raised his eyebrows at Lup, glanced quickly to Taako, then back again. She grimaced, shrugged, and turned back to poke at the fire. Barry should have anticipated her infatuation with the log burner was going to override everything else this Candlenights. 

Maybe bringing Taako had been a mistake? Barry hadn’t meant to be selfish, but last year he’d missed the twins so much. He’d never leave his Mum here alone… well Marlena wouldn’t be short of people to spend the holiday with, but Barry didn’t get the chance to visit often. He didn’t want to miss out on family time, but his idea of family had changed a lot lately. It wasn’t just him and his Mum any more. The thought of Lup and Taako being on their own didn’t sit right. He knew they tended to just let the day pass them by, but there were so many bad memories associated with it that he thought it would be nice to at least try and create some positive ones. When he made the suggestion Lup had been so excited, Barry immediately knew that Taako would agree to come too - just like Barry, he’d do anything to make sure Lup was happy.

It seemed like everything was going well at first. When they’d arrived Marlena had run down the porch steps and grabbed them all into a hug. She’d met Lup before, but only briefly, and Barry knew she was looking forward to spending time with the people who were so important to him. He talked about them a lot, of course, during their weekly phone conversation; and he talked about Marlena to the twins too. It was nice that they got to meet properly though.

The hand knitted jumpers had been waiting on their bed when they went to put their bags down after the initial hellos. Lup’s was blazing red and Barry’s a deep grey, the candle pattern across them was charmingly wonky. Lup had squeaked in excitement and immediately wrestled her way into it, Barry wasn’t far behind. His Mum made these every Candlenights; he treasured each differently patterned jumper and the cosy feeling of love which emanated from them.

There was no reply when they knocked on Taako’s guest room door on the way downstairs, but they had assumed he needed some time to brush off the journey, unpack, and recharge his social battery. They didn’t expect to find him in the kitchen with Marlena, sleeves of his candle covered purple jumper rolled up to the elbows as he helped her make hot chocolate.

“Barry! Lup!” Marlena swooped round the scrubbed wooden table to hug them both again. “Taako was just telling me about his magical hot chocolate - I said we’d have to make it as well as the Bluejeans recipe and do a taste test.”

“Ooooh, a true battle of the chefs. I’m definitely going to have to abstain from judging though - Twin exemption!” Lup hugged Marlena back as she spoke, and Barry couldn’t help but melt a bit. It was so nice to see all these important people together and getting along. He’d been a bit worried about Taako’s spiky nature, it wasn’t always intentional, but he often left people upset in his wake, then upset himself worrying about it. Everything seemed to be okay though, and he couldn't help but beam.

They’d chatted easily as they made the hot chocolate, and even Taako had admitted that Marlena’s was ‘nearly as good’ as his own (Barry quietly thought that she had him beat, but knew better than to voice that opinion). Then they’d retired to the lounge to do the Candlenights puzzle. Barry had helped Marlena carry out the trays of velvety truffles, the fancy crisps, and the shortbread his Mum only made for special occasions because of how fussy the recipe was. Once they were all settled with candle shaped novelty plates full of goodies and huge mugs of mulled cider, Taako’s strange behaviour had began. Barry didn’t understand it, he’d seemed fine - he’d seemed more than fine. He’d joked with them, shared stories, asked Marlena about baby Barry, life before she’d lived here, and her favourite things to eat. All of them had moved to comfort her when she got misty eyed recounting a story of Barry’s Dad, and they’d laughed together once she’d dabbed the tears from her face and told a story about eight year old Barry proudly telling the audience of a robotics competition that he wanted to be a necromancer when he grew up. 

“Served them right for asking in front of everyone.” Marlena had added. “It’s a lot of pressure to put on someone! ...I bet they didn’t do it again.”

But now? Now Taako looked ready to vacate his body. 

“We need more logs, I’m going to go grab some.” Lup announced, jumping to her feet. “They’re just in the store out the back, right Marlena?” Lup asked, and Marlena nodded. 

“I’ll come with you, there’s a basket for them here to make life a bit easier.” Marlena grabbed a large wicker basket from the cupboard next to the now-depleted stack of logs, and bumped the door shut with her hip. “Follow me, love.” Marlena said, and walked towards the kitchen. Lup followed, pausing quickly to wave at Barry and Taako before disappearing through the door. Taako didn’t wave back, he continued nudging puzzle pieces, staring at his own arm as if confused by it.

“You, ah, you doing okay there bud?” Barry asked, finding it hard to mask the concern in his voice.

Taako glared at him, and Barry found a confusing amount of relief in that. Spiky Taako was more familiar to him than the new dazed version.

“No, Barold.” Taako replied, stressing his name aggressively. “I’m not okay, actually.”

“I’m sorry…” Barry began. “What’s wrong? Is there something I can do to make you feel more comfortabl…”

Taako interrupted before he could finish. “I’m used to being miserable over the holidays, Barold. Lup and I sit on our sofa and remember how fucking awful every Candlenights was growing up, Barold. We order noodles and we bitch about how bad they are, and it’s nice because she’s there, but it’s miserable, Barold.”

Barry didn’t know what to say, so he went with nothing.

“... and now, now, you steal us away, and your Mum’s a fucking delight, and she knits us these jumpers, these jumpers Barold. They’re adorable. We all match. It’s like a big hug and we’ve all got one…” Taako’s voice was getting louder and higher in pitch. This was familiar territory, ranting Taako was less worrying than silent Taako. Barry tried very hard not to smile.

“... so here I am in a lovely jumper, Barold, drinking the best hot chocolate I’ve had in my life, and eating delicious shortbread which I have to steal the recipe for, and we’re doing a godsdamned puzzle, and it’s already the best Candlenights I’ve ever had. What am I supposed to do with that, Barold? What? How exactly am I supposed to process this?” Taako’s lips clamped together and he looked very intently at the ceiling, blinking hard.

Barry didn't feel the urge to smile any more, he wanted to wrap his arms around Taako, or maybe just to fight every shitty relative and foster carer they'd had... “Have, uh, have you considered just enjoying it? Not that it matters if you miss anything, because, well, we can do this every year, there's no pressure, but you know, maybe just try to let yourself have a good time? I love having you here.”

“We can do this every year,” mimicked Taako, glaring at Barry.

“We, we can?” Barry was confused. “Taako, of course we’ll do this every year. You’re part of my family, Candlenights is for family. If you want to be here, you’ll be here. Obviously we won’t force you, but you’re basically my brother at this point.”

Taako glowered at Barry, then looked down and repeated. “Every year.” 

“As long as you want to be here with us, you'll be here with us.” Barry replied firmly.

There was a long moment of silence, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Taako looked up at Barry and nodded, then reached for some more puzzle pieces, finally looking like he’d met his own hands before.

Lup and Marlena bustled back in, Marlena's basket and Lup’s arms piled high with logs. Lup quickly deposited her load and grabbed the basket. “Oh, and you can just ask for the shortbread recipe, dear. It’s fine.” Marlena patted Taako on the shoulder as she passed his chair to sit down. “I don’t mind sharing it with family.”

#I want Barry's goth candle jumper very very very much #You get those kids that say they want to be a tree or whatever? Barry wanted to be a necromancer and no one could stop him answering that #(Not that Marlena tried) #TAZ Fic #TAZ Balance #Noodyl Writes #Barry Bluejeans #Lup Tacco #Lup #Taako

[so-art-decooo]

dayasco camgirl au- pt.1

inspired by daya and bosco being lesbians for each other on main…so yeah lol¯\_(ツ)_/¯

i promise i dont only write smut but they just have so much smut-worthy material that some things just write themselves lmao

*rated E*

thank you @fluito for helping me with this heheh <3 ;)

part 2

Ao3

Daya made her way over to Bosco’s apartment, a bottle of wine in tow as she prepared herself for a girl's night in. 

Bosco had warned her that she’d be busy for about an hour before Daya was supposed to come over, but Daya had insisted that she come over at that time anyway. Daya knew what Bosco meant by “busy”—she wasn’t in the dark about what her best friend did for extra money on the side. But she respected Bosco and how hard she worked, so she made sure to wait until just after 7 pm to give her privacy and time to finish her stream before getting out of her car to meet her.

She got to Bosco’s door, walking right in like she always does out of habit, and made herself at home on her couch.

“Hello?” she called out but heard nothing. She assumed Bosco would be out to greet her any moment. 

She scrolled on her phone for a minute before hearing noises come from the other side of the bedroom door that made her cheeks burn red. 

Meanwhile, Bosco was in her room, still doing her weekly live stream. She wore a bright red pleather lingerie set, with a matching corset and garters, accentuating her slim waist and toned thighs. Her head fell back, a vibrator shoved between her spread legs in front of the camera and ring light that was set up by the foot of her bed.

She was lost in her own world, moaning and writhing on the bed as she let the pleasure take over her. Her mouth opened as her breathing sped up and filthy noises spilled out. She felt heat coiling in her stomach as she got closer to her release.

Comments and tips poured in from her viewers as her hips canted up into the wand, trying to get as much contact as she could. Just as she started tipping over the edge, she heard the sound of Daya calling out from the living room, but it was too late for her to stop the intense orgasm from flooding her body, failing to hold back the moans and gasps that escaped her lips.

When she came down from her high she wrapped up the stream quickly, knowing Daya must have heard all of that. She also knew it was her fault that she didn’t send Daya a warning text that she was running late. Bosco cleaned up, put away her setup, and changed as quickly as she could, hoping to do some disaster recovery.

She opened her bedroom door slowly, finding a frozen Daya looking up at her from the couch. 

“I’m so sorry I should have told you I was running late,” Bosco said apologetically, her face still flushed pink from exertion.

“No, no, uhm, yeah don’t worry about it it’s totally fine,” Daya stuttered.

“You heard all of that didn’t you,” Bosco stated rather than asking.

“I’m sorry, I was gonna leave when I heard you…you know, until you were done, but I—“

“Daya, please, don’t worry about it, it’s no big deal,” Bosco laughed with slight amusement.

Daya was kind of relieved at how chill Bosco was being about it, easing much of her guilt and embarrassment. “Okay, well, did you at least make a decent amount tonight?” She asked, lightening the mood.

“Two hundred bucks, baby,” Bosco flipped her hair over her shoulder and stuck her tongue out through her teeth.

“Yessss get that coin bitch,” Daya celebrated with her, getting up to pour them both a glass of wine. “Damn if that’s the kinda money you make from one stream maybe I should join you some time,” She joked.

“Maybe you should,” Bosco winked before clinking their glasses and taking a sip. 

Daya tried masking the pensive look she knew she had on her face by taking a sip as well. Was she joking? Yeah, yeah, of course she must be joking. 

“Come on, take-out is on me tonight,” Bosco sat down, opening her phone to order.

They turned on a movie once their food arrived, but Daya wasn’t really paying attention, too distracted by Bosco’s comment from earlier. The image wouldn’t leave her brain now. They were friends, sure, but Bosco was undeniably attractive.

Daya was suddenly a little too aware of how Bosco’s legs were resting on her own, how their thighs were touching. She squirmed in her seat at the thought of them doing something on camera together. ‘No, no, no, don’t go there,’ she thought to herself. The person she was thinking about was literally right next to her, it was so wrong. 

Daya tried her hardest to concentrate on watching the movie, feeling like it lasted forever with how restless she was. When their night was over, Daya left Bosco’s apartment, hugged her goodbye, got to her car, and slumped down in the driver's seat, letting out a long sigh. 

She knew things were about to get a whole lot more complicated. 

#dayasco #daya betty #bosco #camgirl au #rpdr fanfic #heheheh #my fics #smut

[ihavesomeflowers]

25/01/2023

I have a lot to say about today. Let's start from the beginning. I got up kind of late, at like 2 or 3 PM. That's already a bad sign since i tend to feel better about myself when i get up early, even if i don't end up doing anything, it helps and i feel more optimistic, even. I often watch this content creator, Jschlatt, and he has a channel called ''the weekly slap'' where he just chills and gives advice to people and he's said in the past how he feels the best when he's up and doing things, y'know? Like, getting up in the morning and tackling your day. That's what i strive to achieve, on days i can do that, it's great and even if i end up having a bad day i can at least say, ''i got up in the morning''.

As i said, today wasn't one of those days so i lament having missed out on the morning, it's my favourite time of day, after all. After getting up, i didn't have lunch just a weird kind of 4 PM breakfast that didn't make me too happy but it was food so whatever. After that, i did the dishes, again, while listening to the same podcast as yesterday. This episode talked about Emil Cioran who's quotes i started to read later on and he's quite an interesting fella. Needless to say, i enjoyed the episode a bunch, it made me feel better about my day which i can really appreciate. Here's one quote i like, ''I am displeased with everything. If they made me God, I would immediately resign.'' Honestly, who wouldn't?

And now onto the havier stuff. I had an argument with my girlfriend, well, kind of. I wouldn't exactly say ''argument'', more like, disagreement. This is something we have not seen eye to eye with for some weeks now. The issue is, she suggested meeting this weekend and i said maybe we should wait for the next one. The past few weeks, the same thing has been happening, she says we should see each other and i'm always hesitant. This isn't because i don't wanna see her, i love them more than anything else in the world, this is for external reasons. I have not been doing the best in terms of energy lately. Often times i feel drained and so so heavy, i can't even get up and eat during the day sometimes, i still talk with them and we call a good part of every day but meeting up in person takes so much out of me. She's asked me, ''Is it not worth it?'' and thinking about it, it is. She is worth everything and i am so sorry i struggle with giving her my best, i suppose it's something i'll have to continue working towards in the future.

Continuing with the topic, she said some stuff to me in a tone that i didn't like. This isn't the first time they talked to me very aggresively about this matter and i've explained it to her best as i could, how i'm working towards overcoming it and how sorry i am that it's hurting her in this way but it keeps hapening. They already said sorry and i can tell that she regrets it but the more happens, the more this issue is on my mind and the guiltier i feel. As i've hinted, we resolved it and we are actually on a call, currently. That's a thing i like about this relashionship, if we ever have a tense moment, we are usually alright in the next hour. Even if the problem itself isn't really resolved, i feel better about it after having talked with her about it while being more calm.

I also cried a bit while watching a video on Youtube, which isn't surprising from me, i tend to be quite emotional. I was watching TommyInnit's tribute to the DreamSMP which did quite a number on me, honestly. Laugh all you want but that server meant, and still means, so much to me. It has helped me during the hardest years of my life when i had absolutely no one. Quarentine had just started and i didn't have any friends, i hadn't met my girlfriend yet and i was never one to talk to my family. I was always isolated in my room feeling terrible about myself for not being able to do all of the schoolwork i had to do. After half a year in the pandemic, i just stopped trying. I stopped paying attention to the chats, i never attended the classes and with my parents having no way of knowing about this, they just assumed it was all normal. I felt so guilty and tired and lonely i could barely even bring myself to pretend i had a normal life anymore.

And so, i found Wilbur Soot and fell in love with his content. His jokes, personality, the timing of his commentary, his views on the world, his dramatism, it all made me think that that was exactly how i wanted to be. He quickly became an inspiration, a reason to be someone. Naturally, i came across this silly little series he has on this server and it was insane, i had actually found this piece of media i can let my feelings through. And so it began. So many people that have inspired me to be who i am today were part of this, Tommy, Wilbur, Technoblade, Jschlatt, all of them shaped me into the person i am today. They taught me confidence, bravery, originality, witt, they even sparkled the dramatic little flame that now lives inside of me, they were the ones to bring the theathre kid out of me, that's crazy to me.

In short, they mean a lot to me. The DreamSMP means a lot to me, and watching Tommy speak so passionetly about it and reflecting back on everything, from the people behind the cameras to the actual story and the characters and the relashionships and everything that it has brought to my life, it was a lot. Not in a bad way, of course, it just made me a bit more emotional then usual.

Well, i should really wrap this up, no one likes super long rants about nothing. I think i'll say yes to spending time with my girlfriend this weekend, i miss her. I also haven't done any duolingo stuff i said i was gonna do. Oops. The good thing is, there's always tomorrow, so let's hope i can write something in here in german then, that would be fun. Anyways, see you.

PD1: i love drinking water, makes me feel healthy even when i'm not.

PD2: i love my partner, they are so awesome.

PD3: longing and lament are cool words.

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[helloalycia]

undercover [three] // yelena belova

summary: after you notice something up with your dad, you try not to dwell on it, but then it comes back to bite you in the butt.

warning/s: shooting, guns and some fighting.

author's note: this is an angsty one lads, buckle in

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YOUR POV

I was helping Y/S/N with her Maths homework one afternoon when I heard yelling coming from my dad's office. He wasn't really someone who yelled – I don't think I'd ever heard him raise his voice before, not with a client – but he seemed pretty angry at whoever he was on the phone with. At least, I assumed he was on the phone since nobody was home but us.

Y/S/N and I tried to ignore him, but as we sat on the dining table working, his voice was coming through the walls, making us pause.

"What's dad angry about?" Y/S/N asked with confusion.

I shrugged, trying to listen in, but I couldn't really make out what he was saying. After a moment, it fell silent, and Y/S/N and I exchanged looks before we heard our dad approaching the dining room and eventually walking in.

Straightening up his shirt and tie, he cleared his throat and looked to both of us. "Hey, girls."

I furrowed my brows. "Hey, dad... everything okay? You sounded like you were having an argument."

He cleared his throat. "Yes, everything's fine, sorry you had to hear that."

I shot him a curious look, implying he should elaborate.

"Just a disagreement with a client," he explained, though it didn't explain much. "I actually have to pop out for a moment to sort some things out. Will you both be okay here for a few hours?"

"I'm a big girl," Y/S/N answered before I could, looking up to him. "I'll look after us both."

My dad smiled and patted her on the head before kissing her on the cheek. "I know you will, sweetie." He glanced at me. "How about you, Y/N?"

Wondering what had him so rattled, I resorted to a nod. "I'll be fine, dad. You sure everything's okay?"

He seemed momentarily relieved, leaning forward to press a kiss to my hairline. "It will be. Thanks, Y/N."

I watched him hurriedly leave, curious to what he meant by that. Knowing I'd try and get it out of him another time, I looked back to Y/S/N who was distracted by her school work.

"Okay, next question, bub..."

———————

THIRD PERSON POV

Yelena was seriously growing to hate her weekly check-in phone calls with Agent Bowden, now more than ever. Ever since the several months she'd been dating Y/N, it was harder to report on her and her family – people who had been nothing but lovely to her.

But she was bound by her job and mission, so yet again, she found herself on the phone, recalling her week to Agent Bowden. And, as she had been trying to several times recently, she was declaring her suspicions that S.H.I.E.L.D. suspected the wrong family.

"It can't be them!" she tried to make Agent Bowden see reason. "They're all legit and this– this mission is pointless. It's wrong what we're doing. Y/N is... she's innocent, they all are. The Y/L/N's aren't who you think they are."

"If they're so innocent, then why is one of our men watching Y/D/N meet with a suspected Hydra conspirator at this very moment?"

Yelena furrowed her brows, taken aback. "What? That can't be right. I don't believe you."

"You should be careful who you put your trust in, Belova," he said, before her phone vibrated in her hand and she realised she had a message.

Reluctantly, she saw that Agent Bowden had messaged her several photographs showing Y/D/N meeting with someone. It wouldn't have been fishy if it weren't for the attempts of them trying to hide their faces, looking around suspiciously and exchanging what appeared to be a hard drive.

No...

"Belova, you still there?" Agent Bowden's voice came from Yelena's phone speaker, and she tried not to throw her phone across the room as she raised it to her ear.

"I'm here," she said through gritted teeth, unable to believe she'd been proven wrong. Her instincts were wrong, which was rare.

"Good," Agent Bowden said, sounding bored. "Look, I'm sorry that you got your hopes up, kid. It sucks, I know, but maybe the Y/L/N's are just really good liars. Either way, we need to find out what that meeting is about."

Yelena closed her eyes, wishing she'd been right. This couldn't have been the same man who had accepted her into his family without question.

"Belova–"

"Maybe it's just him," she said quickly, opening her eyes and refusing to believe Y/N was working with Hydra. "This only shows him meeting with Hydra, not Y/N or her mother."

Agent Bowden sighed. "You could be right. But his computer and phone runs clean. You have to find evidence. Something we can go off. We only discovered this meeting because we've been tracking his calendar from the bug you planted, and this was on it."

Yelena massaged her head with frustration. It didn't make sense why Y/D/N had been covering his tracks until now. Then again, it didn't make sense why he was helping a terrorist organisation.

"I'll get you something concrete," Yelena promised. "I know what I'm looking for now."

"Great, that's what we want to hear," Agent Bowden agreed. "Okay, I'll send you everything we've got and you've got a week before we have to go in there ourselves."

Yelena's eyes widened. "What? You never said anything about a time limit."

"This has gone on long enough," Agent Bowden said like it was obvious. "It had to end at some point. Hopefully it ends with you completing the mission." When Yelena didn't answer, he continued, "Good luck, Belova."

And with that, he hung up.

Locking her phone, Yelena tossed it on her bed and tried to keep her emotions in check with all of this newfound information. But all she could seem to think about was how she'd lose Y/N either way by the end of the week. Y/N would hate her when she found out the truth, and she'd be heartbroken when she discovered her dad had been working with Hydra.

The end of the week would be the finale to a rollercoaster of a mission.

———————

YOUR POV

Moments like this were my favourite. I didn't have to worry about assignments or exams or anything else that was stressing me out in life, I could just enjoy a comfortable nap in the arms of my girlfriend.

I woke up on Elena's chest in her bed, feeling content as her arm was wrapped around me and rubbing gentle circles on my arm. When she felt me stir, her hand paused and I looked up, seeing her smiling down at me as she leaned against the headboard.

"Someone looks like they had a nice nap," she said quietly, squeezing my arm.

I blinked the tiredness from my eyes and began to sit up, stretching my arms with a yawn. "Sorry, El. Thanks for letting me stay for a bit."

She chuckled, sitting up properly, too. "Well, when your girlfriend comes knocking on your door, stressed out and immediately dragging you to bed, what can you do?"

A breathy laugh escaped my mouth as I tied my hair out of my face. "Sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep. I just wanted cuddles."

Elena shuffled forward and rested her hand on my back before dipping her head to meet my eyes with worried ones. "Everything okay, Y/N?"

I hummed, giving her a small, reassuring smile. "Yeah, it's just one of those days... plus, my dad has been stressed out lately and it's just been weird at home."

She straightened up, raising an eyebrow. "Your dad? What is– is he okay?"

I sighed, shrugging. "I guess. He's just got something going on with a client. Been overworking himself lately."

Elena pursed her lips as she listened. "Did he says what's wrong? Who the client is?"

"Nope. Every time I ask, he tells me it's nothing to worry about."

Elena frowned, raising her hand to the back of my neck and stroking my skin with her thumb. "I'm sorry, Y/N. I'm sure it'll make sense soon..."

I sucked up a breath. "Yeah, I guess."

Not really wanting to dwell on it anymore, and already feeling a lot better because of Elena's presence, I took her hand and kissed it before standing up.

"I've gotta do some work at the library," I said, changing the subject and looking to her. "Wanna study with me?"

She watched me for a moment longer, and I wasn't sure what she was thinking, then she said, "Sure. I'll drive."

As she stood up to grab her keys, I said, "Nah, let's walk. I could use the fresh air."

She shrugged and began to get ready, as did I. Grabbing my backpack and pulling on my shoes and coat, I waited for her to put some jeans on before she pulled her shoes and coat on and we left hand in hand. It was getting colder as it neared the end of the year, but the walk to the library wasn't far, so it wasn't too bad.

As we were walking, talking about some stuff from class, the screeching of tires caught our attention and we stopped walking as a van pulled up next to us randomly. Elena and I exchanged confused glances, about to continue walking, when the door slid open and out jumped two guys looking pretty pissed.

"We knew he'd try to get rid of it, but we didn't think he'd use his daughter to do the job," one of the men said as they both glared at me.

I furrowed my brows, confused at who these people were, why they were so mad, and why they seemed to be mad at me. Also, what the hell were they talking about?

"Er, sir, I don't think–"

But they had no patience to hear me out as one of them immediately came at me, attempting to yank my backpack from my back. I was ready to scream and fight him off, but I didn't have to as Elena let go of my hand and immediately shoved him back. I didn't think she was that strong, but the man hit the side of the van with a loud thud.

"Elena–!"

I was going to warn her, tell her to leave it and run so we could call the police or something, but the other man pounced towards her, ready to fight. The thing I least expected was for Elena to dodge his punches and grab his hand, squeezing it so tightly and twisting it so harshly that I swear I heard his bones crack.

My eyes widened as she moved so swiftly, barely losing her breath, and knocked the guy to the ground. The first guy had recovered from his daze and was ready for round two, going in for a kick to the legs, but Elena was quicker as she jumped and began to fight him. Unlike his partner, he was a much better opponent and I was stunned as I watched Elena take care of herself without a hitch.

The commotion meant that I almost didn't notice the third guy stepping out of the driver's seat, eyes falling to me in a fixed glare. Using Elena's distraction as an opportunity, he moved forward to go for my backpack, and I struggled to push him off me which sent me falling backwards on to my butt. Before he could move forward and do God knew what, Elena had him in a chokehold from behind and met my eyes with wide ones.

"Get up!" she shouted, and her Russian accent made a show as it usually did when she was emotional. "Y/N, get up and run! I'll be right behind you!"

I nodded slowly, eyes falling to the two unconscious men behind her, before I pushed myself up off the ground. How she was capable of taking on three grown men was beyond me, but that wasn't a question for right now, so I began to run in the opposite direction, grateful when I heard her footsteps behind me.

Unfortunately for both of us, the sound of a gunshot stopped us in our tracks, and that caught some passer-by's attention, making them flee the scene. I could only hope someone was calling the police. Just ahead of us, a small group of men were cutting off the path ahead, all dressed in dark clothes similar to the last few, but this time, they were holding guns and my stomach sank at the sight.

"We're gonna die," I squeaked, feeling a lump forming in my throat.

"No we're not," Elena assured me, before pushing me behind her and looking between the men calculatedly. "Do as I say, okay?"

"Elena, how the hell do you know–?"

"Just do it!" she snapped impatiently, before wincing and glancing at me apologetically. "Call the police. Get out of here. I'm gonna deal with these assholes."

"Elena–"

"Now!" she shouted, before running forward with determination.

I wasn't sure why she thought she could take on five armed men by herself, but as terrified as I was for her, I didn't wanna get shot and die, so I hid behind the nearest parked car as gunshots went off. My eyes were so wide I was surprised they didn't fall out of my head – people were shooting at me, what the fuck?!

Forcing myself to snap back into it, I scrambled to find my phone before dialling 911. I was about to press the phone to my ear, but a scream escaped my throat when it was shot from my fingers, it bouncing off the ground and into pieces. Yet again widening my eyes with fear, I looked up and saw one of the men running towards me. Before I could even think to make a run for it, he yanked me up by my coat and attempted to grab my backpack.

Thankfully, like some kind of action hero, Elena came to my rescue and managed to get him off me and knock him unconscious with a single punch, but her actions were halted when we heard the cock of a gun and saw a final assailant pointing his gun our way.

"Elena..."

"It's okay," she muttered, stepping in front of me protectively.

The man smirked behind his gun as he looked to Elena. "Yelena Belova," he said darkly. "We've heard good things about you."

I clenched my jaw with uncertainty, eyes flickering to Elena. Why was he addressing her by a different name? A name I'd never heard of?

"You should leave whilst you can," she replied, to my surprise, and with a strong Russian accent, unlike I'd heard before. She didn't sound as shocked as I felt, which was raising more questions than answers right now.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" he said with a raised brow, before losing his smile and taking the shot.

Elena – if that was even her name! – was quick as she pushed me down and ducked herself, before moving forward to disarm him and take him out. I watched on in a frozen state, feeling like I was watching a stranger. Yelena Belova? Who the hell was that?

She let out a breath as she knocked him to the ground before looking to me with guilty eyes. Only when she began to move forward to help me up did I realise what was happening. Backing up, I shook my head frantically so she couldn't touch me.

"No, no, no," I said, standing up myself and moving backwards when she tried to reach for me. "What the fuck?!"

She tried to plead with me, still speaking with a Russian accent that I was beginning to think was just her normal voice. "Y/N, c'mon–"

"No!" I shouted, even more scared than I was before. My eyes looked her up and down, no longer seeing my sweet, normal girlfriend, but instead a stranger whom I'd never met. "Who the fuck are you?! Who is Yelena?!"

She tensed her jaw, shaking her head. "I'm sorry, Y/N, I had to."

The lump in my throat was getting bigger as I tried to understand what was happening. One minute we were walking, and the next, we were surrounded by unconscious bodies. At least I hoped they were unconscious.

"You had to what?" I asked, my voice shaking.

She squeezed her fists together as she glanced around with exhaustion – they were bloody, her fists. Bruising as she spoke, because she'd beat people up with them. She'd actually beat people up like it was nothing. What the hell was happening?

"Not here, not now," she said quickly, before she grabbed my fallen backpack from the ground and began to rifle through it without asking permission, but I didn't care about that right now.

I suddenly felt sick. Something wasn't right and nothing was making any sense and I had no idea why people were trying to kill me.

Only when the noise of her rummaging ceased did I look back to her, and she was now holding my hard drive, staring at it with disbelief. Looking up, her expression transformed from confusion to disgust.

"What the hell is this?" she asked lowly, her voice sounding even more threatening than I'd ever heard it.

But I still didn't understand. Swallowing hard, I shook my head, answering, "What?"

Her eyes were swirling with darkness as she glared at me. Shaking the hard drive, she asked again, "This! The hard drive! What the hell is it?!"

I'd never heard her shout, not properly, and not like this. She looked like she wanted to... to kill me. And maybe once, I would have thought that to be crazy, but after seeing what she was capable of and knowing she wasn't who I thought she was, I wouldn't put it past her. I had no idea who was looking back at me right now, but it wasn't the Elena I was dating. And that terrified me.

"No...," she said to herself, looking down, "no, I stood up for you. I thought you were good."

I didn't know what she was talking about, but the sickness in my gut was only worsening and I wanted nothing more than to get away from here. Get away from her.

Her eyes fell to me again, before they glanced behind me and she perked up. "Shit, we've gotta go. C'mon."

As she attempted to grab my wrist, I pulled back, shaking my head. "Hell no! I'm not going with you!"

She said something in Russian that I didn't understand, green eyes penetrating me with frustration, but I was determined to stick my ground.

...Until a bullet skid past our feet and I panicked. She grabbed my wrist and I didn't argue it as I let her drag me away to some car down the street. It was no challenge for her to smash the window and hot-wire the car before driving off in a hurry.

I clutched the car door as she sped through the streets, away from whoever the hell was trying to kill me. Just when I was certain we were going to die because of her terrible driving, she spoke.

"Why?" she asked with a raised voice. "Why them?"

I widened my eyes at how fast we were going, barely glancing her way as I secretly prayed to God I wouldn't die right now. "Why what?!"

"Why are they trying to kill you when you're working with them?!" she yelled, before turning the wheel so harshly that I went into my door. Before I could answer, she said, "Блядь [fuck], I knew you were smart, but not like this..."

"For fuck's sake, Elena, who the fuck is 'them'?!" I shouted back, sick of not understanding what the hell was going on.

She gave me a sideways glance as she said, "Hydra!"

I blinked, startled at the mention of a terrorist group whom I was certain had been destroyed years ago. Then I realised what she'd said and my confusion turned into anger.

"Are you fucking kidding me?! Why the fuck would I be working with Nazis?"

"Exactly – why?!" she countered expectantly.

I clenched my fists with irritation. "You know what? Fuck you! Who the fuck are you? Why are you doing this? Why is your name not Elena and why do you speak like that? What the fuck is going on?!"

Gritting her teeth, she chose to say nothing and I felt hot tears burning my eyes as I glared at her. Nothing was making sense and the girl who I once felt safe with was scaring me and not helping in any way. Oh, and I was being called a Nazi, so yeah, today was going great.

"You need to stop this car and let me out," I said, trying to regulate my breathing.

"What?"

"I said let me out," I repeated, trying to stay calm. "You can keep the bag, the hard drive – whatever the fuck it is you want – but let me out."

She shook her head. "Oh, no, I'm not letting you go. You're staying right here."

"Fuck you."

Before she could respond, no doubt with something witty and annoying, she was forced to hit the brakes when a car cut in front of us. I was worried it was going to be more of Hydra's men, but Ele– Yelena didn't seem startled when she saw the people get out of the car.

"Lucky you," she said to me, sounding peeved. "You're free to go."

———————

After being picked up by S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, I was driven to my house where more agents were waiting around and also removing items from my house that definitely didn't belong to them. There, I was told that my parents had been arrested and charged for apparently working with Hydra, and Y/S/N had been picked up from school and taken to my auntie's house.

As much as I tried to explain that they had it wrong and that I had no idea what they were talking about, they refused to listen and advised me to stay at home before I said something I'd regret. Anger was the least of what I was feeling right now.

"You can't just do this!" I shouted in some idiot agent's face – Agent Bowden.

"If I were you, I'd focus on being there for your family," he said sternly, and I couldn't stop glaring at his stupid face. "You still have to answer some questions, such as why you were in possession of that hard drive that Belova retrieved from you."

At the mention of Yelena, my glare hardened. "I borrowed my father's hard drive because mine was full and I needed it for class. I don't even know what it contains, but I suppose you're not going to tell me that."

"For your sake, you better hope that's the truth," he said bitterly, as agents began to move around us, taking whatever they thought would help them with their supposed investigation.

I looked to Agent Bowden, unable to stop my thoughts from showing. "Was she your agent this whole time?"

He sighed. "Who?"

"Yelena. Was she working for S.H.I.E.L.D. this whole time? Was it all a lie?"

"Something like that," he said, sounding bored, as if this wasn't a huge part of my life he was ruining. "Look, kid, I've got stuff to do, but my team will be out of here soon and we can take it from there."

I squeezed my fists together. "When can I see my parents?"

He checked his watch for the time. "We'll call you."

And with that, he left the room, leaving me standing there confused, heartbroken and terrified. My parents were innocent, I knew that much, but I wasn't so sure they could prove it.

———————

Within a day, my mum was able to get herself absolved of any charges since technically S.H.I.E.L.D. had no evidence to link her to the supposed crime. Unfortunately, my dad was still being charged, but for now, we were able to get him out on bail and back home for the time being, until we could prepare for his trial and prove his innocence.

Turns out that he had been working with Hydra, but unknowingly. One of his clients had been getting him to solve code that was beginning to look too suspicious, and when confronted about it, they revealed themselves as Hydra. But by then, it was too late for my dad to say anything because they threatened his family, AKA me. The whole mishap with the hard drive was a misunderstanding, since I'd taken it from his office without asking, which usually wouldn't be a problem, but this time, it was the solved code that Hydra were looking for and tracking.

The people trying to kill me were Hydra agents who assumed my dad was getting rid of the code through me, hence the guns, the attempted murder and the scaring me half to death.

Everything was an accident and we just had to prove that to S.H.I.E.L.D., but they'd been spying on us for months, so it was hard. And in those months, Yelena Belova had been working her way into my family to find out the truth.

Which meant that everything we had was a lie. She never wanted to be my friend or my girlfriend – she'd been playing me the whole time and I'd let her, genuinely not suspecting a thing. How the hell was I supposed to know what was real and what wasn't? Everything about her family, being adopted... probably all bullshit. But I'd eaten it up out of the palm of her hand.

God, I felt like an idiot. Why I believed someone would come into my life and suddenly like me was beyond me. Nobody fit into your family, into your life, that easily... she'd been lying. And she'd assumed my family and I were working with terrorists. She'd assumed I was.

And I fucking hated her for it.

———————

THIRD PERSON POV

"It was her father, not her. The hard drive was a mishap on her part, so the only real terrorist in the Y/L/N household is Y/D/N. Looks like you were right, Belova."

Yelena clenched her jaw as Agent Bowden walked away to tend to another part of the investigation. She'd been right, Y/N was innocent. And she'd accused her, switched her opinion so quickly once she'd found the hard drive in Y/N's bag. Why hasn't she trusted her gut instinct?

Once the arrests had been made and Yelena returned to S.H.I.E.L.D.'s facilities on the outskirts of town, she'd revealed all she could about her findings, including Y/N's involvement. But then the truth came out and she was told it was only partially true, and Y/N had in fact been innocent.

And now Y/N hated her.

The look on her face when she realised Yelena was playing her... Yelena couldn't get it out of her mind. The slow realisation when she discovered the truth about her name, her role, the mission... Yelena knew it was supposed to be fake, but she'd gotten too involved and now she was experiencing the consequences.

Being congratulated by her team for succeeding and bringing the mission to a close felt so stupid after she knew she'd played with Y/N's heart for S.H.I.E.L.D. She didn't deserve a congratulations, not when Y/N was suffering the consequences of her father's actions.

"This is my first and last mission with S.H.I.E.L.D.," she snarled on the phone to Natasha, who was back in New York. "Your way is a sham. It hurts people. And not in the good way."

"Woah, woah, woah," Natasha stopped her, not understanding. "What are you talking about? They told me it was a success and you found the guy. What did I miss?"

"Your way doesn't work!" Yelena argued, tears brimming her eyes. "She hates me, Natasha. I messed her life up, lied to her and now she hates me."

Natasha clicked on instantly and wasn't sure what to think, since Yelena had never shown so much interest in a person before, let alone a target.

"You got too involved in the mission, didn't you?" she asked her sister carefully, and when Yelena didn't answer, she took that as confirmation. "Yelena..."

"I accused her of being a terrorist," Yelena muttered, ignoring the tears that trickled down her face. "I should've trusted my gut. She didn't deserve to be lied to. Her family didn't deserve this either."

"Her father was working with Hydra," Natasha reminded her.

"They're saying he didn't know," Yelena said, a hint of hope in her voice. "He wasn't bad, you know. None of them were."

"Yelena, you have to snap out of it," Natasha warned her. "It was just a mission."

Yelena closed her eyes, shaking her head. Natasha wouldn't understand. It wasn't just a mission... she'd ruined everything for Y/N. And it hurt Yelena because she cared about her, a lot more than she cared to admit.

"Yelena?"

"Just a mission," Yelena agreed, sucking up a breath. "You're right."

Natasha was reluctant to leave her. "Do you want me to come to you?"

"No, no, I'm almost finished here. I'll be okay."

"Are you sure?"

No. But I'll have to be. "I'm sure."

"Okay...," Natasha said, still uncertain but knowing better than to push her sister to share. "Congrats on the mission. I'll see you when you're back."

"See you when I'm back."

Hanging up the phone, Yelena released a deep breath and tried to centre herself. There was so much chatter about Y/N, about her dad, about the mission... but she hadn't had chance to explain. The last time she'd seen Y/N had been when she'd accused her, and she needed to make things right.

So, that was her next move. She only hoped Y/N would give her a chance to do so.

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Haikyuu poly headcannons!! <33

 Pairs: Kageyama & Hinata, Oikawa & Iwaizumi, Ushijima & Tendo, Sakusa & Atsumu, Kurro & Kenma, and finally Bokuto & Akaashi. 

part 2

Sfw AND Nsfw 

Slight time skip spoilers!!!

let me know what you want to see next

word count: 2.6K I got a bit carried away. lol

FEMALE READER

Kageyama Tobio  and Hinata Shoyo

Sfw

It's a constant fight for attention

They are polar opposites, Hinata is warm and energetic while Kageyama is confused and awkward, but  they both love you so much it hurts.

How you got together was kind of a funny story, you and Hinata knew each other from middle school and reconnected when you met at a local mall in tokyo. So when you and Hinata started hanging out more he couldn't help but brag to Kageyama about it, which led to him wanting to meet you and thus began the year long fight for your love. 

You couldn't choose between them so they came to the decision that they would just share you!

Your dynamics are pretty simple, you spend as much time with whoever is not at practice at the time, lucky they have two completely different practice schedules, Hinata in the morning and Kageyama in the afternoon.

That meant cuddling with Kags in the morning and cooking lunch with Hinata in the afternoon. 

You guys also have a weekly date night! You have a rotation of who gets to choose what they want to do. 

Unsurprisingly Hinata likes volleyball inspired dates, but he also likes the movie and picnic dates!

Kageyama is a bit more romantic, shockingly (he read a dating book), like romantic dinners and late night walks , shopping, anything to see you happy.

They also love anything you want to do, stay in? They make popcorn for movies. Dinner? Where, what and when should they make a reservation. 

They are literally so whipped for you.

Nsfw

Oh~ ho ho~

I am a firm believer that these two are switches. 

Hinata is a bit more submissive than Kags (for the most part), but he has his moments. 

And i have this thing where Kags makes you and Hinata fuck while he watches biut votgh of you are power bottoms.

Toys toys toys

I'm talking double ended dildos and vibrators galore.

Punishments are usually for Hinata and consist of you riding Kags while he watches, and its absolute torture.

They also have nights where they have you alone and those are sweet and romantic, rose petals and candles. 

It's never boring <33

“Tobio, doesn't she look so pretty?” 

“God Shoyo you’ll cum in your pants if you grind like that” 

“ go fuck yourself on the fucking dldo like a slut” 

Oikawa Tooru and Iwaizumi Hajime 

Sfw

There are two ways that this happened

1. You grew up with them and slowly fell in love through your life, and you all got together in highschool

Or 

2. You met Oikawa in Argentina, literally fell in love at first sight, stars in your eyes. This led to him bringing you back to Japan, which led to you meeting “Iwa-chan” (who looked much more beautiful in person). After hanging out everyday for about 3 weeks Oikawa bright up the idea of sharing

And here you are! 

You guys are all similar but you share personal things with each boy

With oikawa you have the obsession with aliens and you too even have a beauty routine that you do every night before bed.

With Iwaizumi you, of course, make fun of Oikawa at every waking moment. But! You also do all different kinds of exercise with him. You have a monthly yoga class and a swim aerobics program every other tuesday! 

These two spoil you so much it's ridiculous.

Perfumes, jewelry, clothes and even gaming things.

They will get you anything even if you don't want it (and they are rolling in cash so it doesn't really matter.) 

Nsfw

Iwaizumi rules the bedroom.

And as much as Oikawa pretends to be the top, he falls apart the second you kiss him neck. 

Favorite position?

Simple. It can go two ways.

Oikawa laying on his back, Iwa fuking him into heaven and you sitting on his face OR you on your stomach ass up with Iwa between your legs and Oikawa's dick in your mouth. 

The only real times Oikawa is in you is when Iwazumi wants to see both of you be pathetic sluts, or when Oikawa is being punished, mostly cockwarming while he is tied and not able to thrust in you.

 Double penetration?

 Your punishment.

Whine and cry all you want neither of them are slowing down, this is really the only time Oikawa is dominant in the bedroom

“Aw, Tooru, look at her! So pathetic!”

“You look like two whores trying to fuck, Harder brats” 

“Oh! Iwa her throat gets tighter when you do that!” 

Ushijima Wakatoshi and Tendo Satori

Sfw

Oh bby how did you get so lucky?

You have the best of both worlds!

Tendo, who you can joke around and cook with.

And Ushijima, your pillar and voice of reason. 

This relationship was 100% started by Tendo. No question. He saw you and decided right then and there that you were his, and what kind of best friend would he be if he didn't share with Wakatoshi! 

Thank god you were willing to do this, it would have Broken Satori AND Wakatoshis heart :((

This WAS the best decision of your life. 

Your first date as a threesome was so cute, it started with walking around tokyo and you stopped and ate in a small cafe. You begged them to pay and they didn't let you so this became a game to see if you could ever find a way to pay before them.(you're still failing to this day) 

After the cafe they took you to a small beach that had a little volleyball net set up. Insert uwus here

They taught you how to play, the basics if you didn't already know, and you guys played around until it was 2am 

All of your dates are different but they either end like that or cuddling on the couch wachting movies. OR you know ;))

Nsfw

UHHH there are two ways this could go. 

You being absolutely ruined by these two. Both being pretty big, they easily overpower you. 

Tendo also has the obsession with being in your ass while ushijima rips your poor pussy apart. 

Sadist tendo also makes a slight appearance, not letting yu cum for hours then making you cum over and over and over again

Or 

Mr. Tendo controls what you and Toshi do! 

Trust me Wakatoshi is still controlling you every waking second, but having Tendo tell him what to do (being slightly unaware of what to do anyway) gets him off just as much as you. 

And when he’s feeling more adventurous, Tendo has kept you and Ushijima on literal leashes at his feet while he just chilled out. (i literally love this so much-)

You guys do a lot of exploring!

“Harder Toshi, the slut can take it”

“” we don't have enough dicks to fill all your holes” 

“Satori! Please!” “Shhh, floor whores don't get to talk” 

Sakusa Kiyoomi and Miya Atsumu

My #2 pair 

DAMN, i can't even put how whipped they are for you in words. 

You defiantly knew Sakusa first. 

You two met in the supermarket, much to his displeasure he had to shop for himself, it was the classic strangers to lovers trope 

You both reached for the same countertop cleaner! 

To both of your shock you touched his hand and immediately started to apologize to him (he couldn't even reply because he was so stunned by your beauty) 

He snapped back and started to interrogate you about what cleaning products you use, you both didn't even realize how much time passed with you just talking about how you clean.

Eventually you exchanged numbers and texted almost all day.  

This led to him texting you back every chance he had during practice breaks, but he never told you he was a professional volleyball players AND happened to be on one of the top teams in the country, (you found out when he randomly followed you on instagram)

Eventually he got sloppy and Atsumu looked at his phone and found your number! Aren't you lucky ;) almost immediately after he started to question Sakusa about you

Who is she?

Where did you meet?

Is she pretty?

Gimmie her number Omi, i wanna know her too!

Eventually Atsumu just stole his phone and started to non-stop call you. 

“Uh Kiyo? This guy keeps calling me and asking me questions about you.”

“Ignore it” 

It got so bad that when you officially met atsumu he had followed Sakusa to your meeting spot, and you hit it off! (much to Kiyoomi’s disdain) 

After a few months, and a lot of talks, all three of you entered a relationship!

Your dynamic was great! You were clean like Sakusa and fun like Atsumu!

Perfect!

Another spoiling group, it's like they just know what you want. It doesn't even matter what you think :// no take backs :))

Plus you have girl time when they are at practice, a good time to plan surprises ;)

You even got Atsumu into skin and hair care (kiyoomi approves) 

You are literally perfect (and the hottest couple in the planet) 

Nsfw

Sakusa is in control.

No question.

He wants ti fuck you? Done.

He wants to watch you play with yourself. Already rubbing circles on your clit. 

He wants you to ride Atsumu until you squirt? You're bouncing on Atsumu Cumming and cumming. 

Believe it or not Sakusa AND Atsumu love messy blowjobs, seeing you slobber all over yourself and their cocks is the most beautiful thing to them. 

Atsumu also has the dirtiest most vulgar mouth on earth, will not spare your feelings one bit. 

But that doesn't even measure up to how Kiyoomi speaks to you. He has no shame is telling you that they are going to let everyone on the team fuck you senseless. 

Sakusa also loves to punish you and Atsumu for literally anything, he will tie you to each other and put vibrators in your holes and just watch you  two desperately grind on each other to get relief that just won't come. 

(they both love to ruin your orgasm too) 

“Go Whore i know you can bounce faster than that” 

“Look at her Omi! Isnt she the best little cumdump? Yes you are! Yes you are!” (pls he treats you like a pet) 

“Hey Miya. Wouldn't shugo just love to have her on her knees for him? I think we should let her sometime” 

I would do anything for these two- 

Kuroo Tetsuro and Kozume Kenma

Oh? You're the most spoiled pet in the world?

You definitely grew up together, aka you've had both of them wrapped around your finger since you were 8.

 You guys probably started dating after you accidentally let it slip that you were in love with the both of them. 

After you all confessed and talked for hours, you were officially dating!

Not much has changed, but they were more affectionate and loving and more physical with you. 

Your dates are really random, all the varying schedule and all. 

They take you to anime cafes and gaming cafes and ALL the different cafes. 

They always tell you you don't have to work but you feel bad so you started a makeup channel on youtube! And of course you were a sensation! 

You and Kenma make little collab videos and were voted as the cutest couple of the year! 

But that doesn't1 mean you aren't involved in Kuroos life just as much! 

You help him get ready every morning, he just “can't” tie his tie even after doing it since highschool. 

You make him a unique bento everyday! 

You even buy him little chemistry sets whenever you see that a new model was released!

Plus living with two cuddle bugs is a dream for any girl ;)

Nsfw 

The way that both of them are into cockwarming- 

Whenever Kenma is not streaming he wants you to sit on his cock, just be a good kitten and do it. 

No worries! Between rounds he'll start to pound you for as long as he can, but it's never enough  for you to cum :// too bad you'll just have to wait until he’s done, or when Kuroo some home. 

With Kuroo it's usually when he is doing more work in his home office. This is pure torture.

He won’t even pay attention to you until HE wants to cum. 

To add on to that neither of them are afraid of fucking you infront of people. 

Kenma has no fear of keeping you at his feet while he streams so you can suck him off whenever he wants. 

One time he was on a zoom call with his PR team and they had no idea you were deepthroating his cock under where the camera could see. 

Kuroo is the worst with this too, he’ll start fucking you when he knows he ahs a work call in a few minutes, so in the middle of fucking he’ll just answer the phone and make you shut up :((

Both of them together? You’re fucked. (literally haha) 

Kenma a bottom , 100%, just not as much as you.

Sex mostly means kuroo fucking you and sucking kenma off. 

“I wonder if everyone would still follow you if they  knew what a slut you are” 

“Kitten you have to be quiet for Daddy now, this call is important” 

“Look at that kenma, she’s cumming all over the place while drooling all over you!” 

Bokuto Kotaro and Akaashi Keji

The owl nest?  Yes Ma’am.

You were akaashis girlfriend first, but that meant you were practically dating Bokuto anyway. 

Akaashi? He loved it, you were just so cute when you tled to Kotaro! 

When he got excited, you got excited and you were just the cutest two babies in the world!

 The way you would talk for hours about nonsense and laugh about the stupidest things. 

Slowly but surely Akaashi braugh Bokuto into the relationship, and you had no objections! 

It started with small things like movie nights that turned into sleepovers that became full dates! 

Dates? Oh man you go on one almost every night! 

The movies! Bookstores! Restaurants! 

Even to the volleyball gym.

Sometimes Akaashi takes you to Bokuto’s games and you two just Cheer your lungs out!

This seems crazy but one time on your anniversary that took you to an owl farm! 

It was probably the funnest night of your life, and that was it all three of you knew that this was how you wanted to spend the rest of your lives. 

Nsfw 

Bokuto might be the driving force but Akaashi is the real mastermind behind the bedroom life. 

Sex mostly includs being railed by Bokuto for hours while Akaashi whispers sweet praises in your ears, telling you how good your gtaking Bokuto. 

Akaashi is also a firm believer in punishing people with toys,aka Bokuto getting ahead of himself and ignoring Akaashis commands which lands him tied up and a vibrator pressed to his sild until his orgass are dry :)

 Of course you are no better, cumming before your told or vene worse masterbating without permission. 

That lands you with a bunny vibrator, unable to move and just watching as Akasshi fucks Bokuto with your favorite dildo :( 

But if you'd just listen this would have never happened, just promise not to do it again! 

“Keji please, pease, wanna cum s-so bad” 

“Gee, you're just sucking him in huh? After all this time you still want more!” 

“You are just the prettiest little thing huh.” 

#kageyama tobio #kageyama x reader #hinata shoyo smut #hinata shoyo #kageyama smut #ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima x reader #ushijima smut #tendo satori #tendo smut #tendo x reader #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa smut #sakusa x reader #atsumu x reader #atsumu smut #atsumu miya #kuroo tetsurou #kurro x reader #kuroo smut #kenma kozume #kenma x reader #kenma smut #bokuto kotaro #bokuto x reader #bokuto smut #akaashi keiji #akaashi keji x reader #akaashi x reader #akaashi smut

[asmo-ds]

Can I request if your open, the demon bros reacting to MC revealing they/she's had Vampire, monster men, Siren, and Fae lovers before meeting them? Like, they're playing truth or dare and someone asks MC about their love life and MC just casually reveals their/her long list of ex-lovers, apparently the paranormal beings are not as discreet as they think they are.

MC having non-human Ex-lovers

Warnings: Monster fucking time :^))), kind of spicy in Satan and Asmodeus’s

Summary: How the avatars of sin react to finding out MC has a long history of dating monsters and other non-human beings (and no I don’t mean MC is a furry jahdljfhakjfhdjk)

A/N: SOME OF THE EXES ARE GIRLS IN THIS AND SOME ARE BOYS !!! just a warning :) also the monster fucker in me jumped out in this 

- MC was running late when they were supposed to be on their way home from running a quick errand 

- So he was pacing on the front doorstep like a concerned mother, watching the end of the street for the familiar face to turn and rush towards the house, running back to him apologizing for being away from him so long

- What he WASN’T expecting was to see MC turning down the street with a werewolf that appeared to get along a little too well with his MC

- When they got to the front door, still chatting and gigging together, Lucifer cleared his throat loudly

- The werewolf looked frightened, quickly saying his goodbyes to the human before rushing away

- When he drags MC inside, lecturing them on talking to such dangerous creatures and trusting so easily, until he hears them snickering

- “Yea I guess I shouldn’t trust him after how much he hurt me back then,” they say with a agitated look, clearly remembering some pretty upsetting memories, “I mean who text dumps their significant other over text after three years of dating, hmph typical boys..”

- “Significant other.... ???” Lucifer looks at them in shock. “You mean you’ve dated... monsters?” Confusion and a small glimmer of hope hidden behind his cold gaze.

- This means MC would be willing to be with such a big bad beast as himself.

- MC starts to list off multiple species they’ve dated and Lucifer feels his heart speed up knowing that MC had enough experience with monsters to even consider being with him

- If MC is that interested in monsters, then he’ll just have to prove he’s more of a monster than any of those other fools from their past

- Is much more comfortable walking around casually in his demon form, and even tries to look more demonic just to impress the human and gain their attention

- At the end of the day he does inform Diavolo of the recklessness of paranormal creatures in the human realm and how poorly they hide and urges him to ensure the those monsters keep their species hidden better

- MC had skipped their last class with some guy according to their classmates who he questioned about the human’s whereabouts

- He headed to the rooftop of RAD, knowing if they were led by someone who was from here they were probably brought there for privacy 

- He sees them talking and giggling with some vampire and Mammon felt a pang of jealousy and a bit of fear

- “Oi! Stay away from my human you blood sucker!” Stands between MC and the Vampire defensively

- “You’re human?” The vampire smirks, “I got to them long before you, pretty boy,” Hands are about to be thrown

- When MC explains that they knew him and trust he won’t hurt them because they used to date Mammon just >:O

- But then he gets a bit excited knowing MC wouldn’t reject him for being a monster

- Still sends death glares towards the vampire extremely often to make sure he realizes that since he dumped MC he doesn’t get another chance with them

- When he realizes MC practically only dates monster his head just about explodes

- He really wasn’t expecting this from the puny human, Solomon maybe, but an average joe like MC??? 

- Warns MC about the danger they’re putting themselves in

- “Oh so you’re saying that for my own safety I shouldn’t go on a date with you tonight?” “w-W-WAIT MC THAT AIN’T WHAT I SAID!”

- Was hanging out with MC playing video games for their weekly otaku sleep overs 

- Mid-game a siren is introduced as the villain and Levi rolls his eyes because he knows how annoying the sirens could be

- “Wow! She’s just like my ex!” Mc shouts pointing at the siren

- “How so?” Levi asks assuming MC was about to roast their ex by comparing them to the monster

- When MC responds with “because she’s a bitchy siren,” Levi almost spits out his drink

- “Haha, you mean she’s loud and manipulative?” He questions trying to find reason in their statement

- “yea that and the fact they’re a siren,” MC shrugs

- MC is a monster fucker?!?!??! Levi.exe has stopped working

- When MC starts to list of all sorts of powerful beings they’d been with he can feel jealousy boiling up inside of himself and he can’t help but want to prove he is stronger than MC’s exes

- Stays in his demon form almost 90% of the time now because he thinks MC will like it (which they do)

- If they ever see one of MC’s exes out in public he gets jealous if they look scarier than himself

~KINDA SLIGHT NSFW BEWARE~

- Satan was browsing the shelves of RAD’s library when he heard hushed voices from behind the bookshelf.

- “So wait, tell me again how you know MC?” A succubi asks an incubus quietly

- “Oh we used to date,” They continue to discuss MC and how MC had dated a lot of monsters in the past apparently and he stormed home ready to get answers

- He couldn’t help but smirk a bit on his way home, if MC wanted a monster, he would give them a monster

- He walks towards their room in demon form, not bothering to knock as he slams open MC’s door

- He looms over MC who is sitting at their desk looking at him with curious eyes

- “Hi, Satan, you should really knock you know-””How many monsters have you been with?”

- MC freezes at the question, a bit embarrassed that their past had made its way into the House of Lamentation

-Satan pulls them to a standing position and pushes them against the wall, leaning into their ear and nipping it before speaking

-”So kitten likes to play with the big bad wolves, huh?” He asks the human who stared up at him with a flustered yet loving gaze. “Lucky for you, you’ve got the biggest and the baddest of them all right here, kitten~”

- Spends all night showing his power over them and letting himself be a monster around them (after ensuring they wanted it of course, he’s a monster, not an asshole)

- Makes sure all of MC’s ex lovers who reside in the Devildom know that he doesn’t plan on letting the human go and they’re happier with him than they were with any of their exes

- They were having a sleepover and were waiting for facemasks to dry

- While waiting Asmodeus suggested they play truth or dare and MC agrees

- MC picks truth and Asmo goes for a question that had been plaguing his mind for a long time

- “have you ever been with a monster?” When MC responds with a shy little “yea” he gets super excited and squeals

- asks for all the details of who hey dated, what species they were, if it was serious between them or not

- They actually discovered they had a bunch of exes in common and had to make a timeline to realize one of the exes had dated them at the exact same time

- They spend hours going off about different lovers they’ve both had and just spend all night gossiping about different type of species and the different ways the species act in bed

- “Wait MC IF HE KISSES YOU AND THEN KISS ME DOES THAT MEAN YOU AND I HAVE INDIRECTLY KISSED?! EEEEK” Squeals joyfully 

- He then realizes he has an opportunity to flirt so he pushes them down on the bed and hovers inches away from their face

- “All monsters have power, but MC, do you want to be with a real monster who can give you a real taste of power”

- Someone on his team was doing some “guy talk” with a few other guys and Beel heard them bring up MC’s name

- He tuned in, ready to stand up for them if they were going to shit talk his favorite human

- “I mean all three years of being together was rocky, fuckin’ was the only thing that really kept us going-” Beel is too shocked to keep tuned in

- MC had been with a monster for that long before their time in the Devildom?

- At home he sees MC in the kitchen and blushes at the thought of him and MC being together like they had been with that other demon- except he would treat them better and make them feel loved

- “MC, I overheard some guys in the locker room talking about how you had dated one of them for a while in the past” He’s very straightforward and casual about questioning MC

- “I’ve been with quite a few people that go to RAD,  humans are just too boring y’know?” MC giggles at the flustered ginger as he dug through the fridge, determined to fill his endless abyss of a stomach

- They just hang out in the kitchen for a while, casually talking about MC’s past with monsters and Beelzebub doesn’t judge them at all, but he knows some monsters can be cruel and feels a bit worried MC has been hurt

- I feel like in that moment of realization that MC isn’t afraid of him and his species he’d probably confess his feelings for the human

- He was sleeping on MC’s lap while they talked to Asmo in the common room

- His sleepy self is able to make out the words “Dated” and “monster” so he tuned in discreetly

- He hears MC list all of the species they’d been with in the past and can’t help but blush at the thought of being with MC but he also is frustrated to know he has so much competition 

- Once Asmo starts to change the subject Belphie decides he’d heard enough and heads up to the attic to nap where MC and Asmo wouldn’t yap his ear off

- Has a dream about being with MC, them loving him for himself; even the parts that were meant to scare humans away

- He wakes up to soft fingertips brushing his hair around 

- “My lap got cold without you there,” MC frowns at the sleepy demon in front of them

- Belphie pulls them down to cuddle with him and asks them a question

- “How powerful were they all?”

-”Who? Oh! You heard about my exes haha... I mean they were definitely powerful but not nearly as powerful as you and your brothers,” MC responds

- He tilts their chin up and places a soft kiss on their lips, “Good, cuz I don’t want them to even think about trying to get you back. If I’m more powerful than them then they won’t even think about causing trouble.”

#obey me #obey me shall we date #om! lucifer #om! mammon #om! leviathan #om! satan #om! asmodeus #om! beelzebub #om! belphegor #om! swd #om! headcanons #obey me headcanons #obey me headcannon #obey me headcannons #obey me hc #obey me hcs #obey me fluff hc #obey me angst hc #obey me smut #obey me smut hcs

[neocrush]

— the girl groups enhypen’s gfs are in !

genre: fluff (angst on jungwon’s part) + established relationship (eventually lol)

pairings: idol!enhypen x fem!idol!reader

note: idk how to title this pls i thought of it while showering

tagging: @jeminiepabo @strwberrydinosaur

you just finished performing and your members were in need of water bottles

you just finished performing and your members were in need of water bottles

you just finished performing and your members were in need of water bottles

but fucking mnet didn’t provide any inside of your dressing room??

but fucking mnet didn’t provide any inside of your dressing room??

but fucking mnet didn’t provide any inside of your dressing room??

so yves told you to ask for some from the artist in the dressing room next to yours

you knocked on the door without looking at the sign that showed who was in there

you asked for some water bottles and heeseung went “i’ll go get it!” and ran off to go get get them

jungwon just chuckled and went “hyung’s a really huge fan of your group, he kept on singing star on the way here”

you nodded at the younger one, impressed at the fact that you were popular among idols

the tall boy came back with a whole box full of water bottles

“there’s 12 of you here right now so i figured why not get a whole box” he chuckled nervously

you giggled and smiled at the nervous boy

“thank you heeseung-ssi, i’ll take this to my members” you took the box in your hands but was taken aback on how heavy it was

“don’t worry i’ll carry it for you”

long after that you started hanging out and boom you became his gf

you couldn’t resist the charms of lee heeseung

once it was revealed that you were a couple, orbits and engenes went INSANE (in a good way ofc)

“wait so y/n DOESNT hate men????”

★ jay - aespa

OMG OMG LEMME TELL YOU ABOUT THIS BBY

you both met at school after you both debuted

everyone was gossiping around about how you were in the same class with the enhas

so like... monster rookies class

usually idols aren’t seated together but the teacher seated you and jay next to each other

causing a bunch of “oooohhhs” from your classmates

there were times were you and the enhas would leave school early due to practice or schedules

and on the way to the school gate, jay would always spark up a conversation with you

you assumed he was just very friendly

long story short he had a massive crush on you

so a few months into your friendship (which the both of you were very open about with your fans), he confesses

you were like “WAIT SO IT WASNT ONE SIDED THE WHOLE TIME”

y’all were just really blind lol pls read between the lines

anyways on to ur lovely bf !!

he’s so bold and brave around you but so shy around your members and seniors

we all know how he really respects nct (along with other sm artists) bc he covered the 7th sense with sunghoon on iland

so one day you were like “oh btw i showed taeyong sunbae you and hoon’s t7s cover”

he was like 😟 to 😧 to 😯

got all shy and was like “oh what did he say..”

you don’t know why he was acting as if he didn’t body that whole performance ????

anyway you told him that taeyong said that he and hoon did really well and that he liked how jay did his part

hid his face on the crook of your neck

“baby we should come say hi to them next time you go to sm”

“NO i will make a fool out of myself”

speaks english and japanese with giselle a lot when he isn’t occupied with you

sometimes you’d even have to ask nct’s shotaro to translate

your seniors (especially exo’s kai) adore him so so much pls protect the boy at all costs

★ jake - everglow

he was an active viewer of produce 48 and (like me) was really attached to the yuehua trainees

especially you

so when you got eliminated just before the last episode, he was devastated to say the least

he awaited your debut and when the time came he supported everglow !!!!

LOVED BON BON CHOCOLAT SO MUCH

does the killing part choreo in his room when no one’s watching lol

dies everytime you do the little “everglow” in songs

right so when he debuted in enha, he looked forward to meeting you as an idol and not a fan

when you shared a dressing room at kcontact, he couldn’t help but introduce himself to you

he mentioned he was a big fan and your heart warmed

cute boy is a fan of you? omg heart go brr brr

your members tease you and you just shake it off

that day when you got back to the dorms, you watched a bunch of enhypen videos bc you were interested in jake

you weren’t aware of how popular you were among people - let alone idols so you were surprised

you fell in love with his personality and started saying hi to him whenever you meet backstage at music shows

not long after, you develop feelings for him

you thought it was just a puppy crush but as you saw him even more, it got serious

you never actually confessed but aisha accidentally spilled the beans when he was passing by

“cmon y/n just tell him you like him because he clearly feels the same !!”

“you like me?”

“AISHA”

“that’s my queue to leave”

so she leaves you two to pour your hearts out to each other

you two become a couple and forevergenes (such a cute name omg) LOVE you two

you’re both the puppies of your group so that makes your relationship 103892x cuter

you met his parents and they adore you and even asked for your autograph

“jake used to talk about how great you are after every produce 48 episode”

“okayyyy i think that’s enough embarassing me mom”

his parents love you like their own daughter but does layla love you?

you were so nervous to meet her and was actually scared she might not like you - knowing how important layla is to jake

at first layla ignored you and jake was like “she’ll come around”

you were convinced she just doesn’t like you, until this one time you were cuddling with jake on the couch and layla comes in

you expected her to snuggle up with jake but she came to you :D

now layla is super fond of you and mrs sim would even send you pictures and videos of layla getting excited whenever you were on tv 🥺

★ sunghoon - itzy

you and the girls were at isac

the six of you were just waving at your fans and making heart signs with your hearts

on your left you saw yeji making hearts with ryujin so you wanted to do that with another member too

you felt a presence next to you and assumed it was someone from your group

spoiler alert: it wasn’t

sunghoon and sunoo were waving at engenes who just happened to be seated next to midzys

so you turned to who you thought was an itzy member, making half a heart with your hand

until you realized it wasn’t 💀

you bowed and apologized when you both looked at each other, you were scared you crossed a boundary

you bowed and apologized to the engenes who were there too

sunghoon and sunoo reassured you it was all good

after that, sunghoon couldn’t help but keep his eyes on you the entire event

when the day was coming to an end, he pulled some strings and ended up having some alone time with you ...in stray kids’ dressing room

don’t ask

ofc skz already left so it was just you two there

fast forward, you both hit it off and he became your bf <3

midzys and engenes love you both sm and love bragging about you two to other fandoms

you two were even named the king and queen of 4th gen kpop

oh also

you already know where this is going

“SUNGHOON HOW COULD YOU NOT KNOW NOT SHY’S PROPER TITLE IT’S YOUR GIRLFRIEND’S SONG” - jay

brags about how he can do the shoulder dance in wannabe

ofc it’s bc you personally taught him

sends you pics of jyp as reaction pics

so you send pics of bang pdnim to him

every once in a while he reminds you of that video of jay why pee trying to hit a high note

“lmao that’s your boss”

PLS you always get super embarrassed so ofc you bring up that vid of hitman bang

“rAp dAncE-“

★ sunoo - stayc

you were his seatmate at school predebut

you came from the same town, same school, same neighborhood, etc

the two of you were extremely close and both shared the same dream

when highup entertainment accepted you, the both of you were over the moon

he was so happy for you

but sad too bc that meant you had to move to seoul :(

you promised him to do your best and that you hoped to see him again but as an idol

and hopefully when he’s an idol too

well what you hoped for came true !!

although you couldn’t see him much as a trainee - which made you quite sad - you got to follow his journey on i-land

you even asked your fellow trainees to vote for him

anyways now that you both debuted, you became close again and became really open with your fans on how close you were

you recommended his songs to swiths and he did the same to engenes

he even memorized the choreo to so bad and asap and lemme tell you this

he BEGGED you to teach him those choreos

“sunoo you can watch the practice on youtube”

“but i want to learn it from you”

he never really realized his feelings until he saw you getting shipped with his other members

you were both on weekly idol and the hosts really seemed to like how you and jake looked next to each other and they just teased you both the whole episode

that made sunoo feel uneasy and he thought it was only bc he was an overprotective best friend

turns out he had feelings for you (wow shocker)

so one day he asks you to come to hybe

after slightly getting lost, you meet up with him in a practice room

he confesses bc he felt like not telling you about his feelings would put a wall between you two

you appreciate his honesty and tell him you’ve felt the same way every since you were classmates

he scolds himself for not seeing it all those years but you just laugh it off bc you were pretty good at hiding your crush

you both agree to secretly date, until you both announce it on your five month anniversary

fans were really shocked at first... but they support you !!!!

engenes will not hesitate to come at anyone who talks bad about you and swiths feels the same way about jungwon

he gushes about you every single time you’re brought up

and you can’t help but love your adorable boyfriend

★ jungwon - iz*one

okay so

he was just an average high schooler when you were introduced on produce 48

his deskmate was watching your audition video and it was the part where you were doing this freestyle

he was SO amazed and he secretly followed your journey on produce 48

always made sure to vote on time and watch the episodes live

once the debut evaluation came around, he asked everyone he knew to vote for you and even bought tickets to see the show live

almost cried when he saw that you were center

ACTUALLY CRIED when you got into the top 13 😭

fast forward to him debuting in enha

he wasn’t able to catch up on you since he was busy with trainee life, then i-land, then debut preparations

but somehow in the middle of promotions he ran into you and BOOM love at first sight

fast forward to you finally dating, he couldn’t believe he was dating the y/n of iz*one

wizones make those “ladies and gentlemen, y/n’s man” edits and engenes make those “ladies and gentlemen, jungwon’s woman” edits

both fandoms love you two so dearly that the only hate you two got were from the delusional ones (who clearly aren’t actual fans)

when your last concert came around, he couldn’t bare seeing you cry when you said “this has been iz*one’s y/n, thank you everyone!”

he got flashbacks from when you cried during the final episode of produce 48 and he’s just.. sobbing bc he couldn’t be there to hold you

so the next day he rushed to your dorms with snacks and emotional support bc you were emotionally exhausted from accepting the fact that your journey with iz*one is finally ending

you felt extremely lucky to be in his arms and he felt extremely lucky too that he’s able to make you feel a little better

★ riki - weeekly

you were both on weekly weeekly idol together

and both you and riki being main dancers, you were asked to do random dance together

a few popular songs played and the both of you did the choreos

until after school started playing and the boy did the chorus’ choreo and you were like “woah???”

bc he was so INTO ITTTT

the song was basically made for him to cover it

and the mcs saw your reaction so they asked him to do it once again but this time with the whole group

after filming, he came up to you and was like “i’m a huge fan of yours” and you’re just like ):&/£]>\**_£]

“woah really???? i rooted for you on i-land”

and his face just lights up bc his huge crush on you developed even more

you became besties since then but he didn’t ask you out until your birthday

he took you out to a puppy café, knowing you were obsessed with dogs

you’d ask him to show you pictures and videos of bisco

“i better meet bisco once we go to japan together”

melted at the thought of traveling to his hometown with you

anyways

once you left the café, he kissed you in front of your dorms

and somehow he became your boyfriend <3

riki as a bf isn’t really a very public person

he’s the “this is our relationship, not the public’s” type of person

he doesn’t wanna risk companies wanting to exploit your relationship

although he doesn’t talk about you two much, he loves to brag about you when given the chance

whenever variety show hosts would fawn over you he’d just look them in the eyes dead and go “she’s mine”

#enhypen x y/n #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen x reader #enhypen fluff #enhypen reactions #enhypen headcanons #enhypen angst #enhypen x female reader #enhypen x you #heeseung x reader #jay x reader #jake x reader #sunghoon x reader #sunoo x reader #jungwon x reader #ni ki x reader #heeseung imagines #jay imagines #jake imagines #sunghoon imagines #sunoo imagines #jungwon imagines #ni ki imagines

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If I Fell For You (Part 1) - The Nanny

Summary: The reader interviews for a new live-in nanny position with Jensen and quickly gets the job but she starts to slowly see that her new employer is going to be different than any other she’s had before...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x nanny!reader

Square: Slow Burn

Word Count: 4,800ish

Warnings: language, mention of death of a spouse/death of a parent

A/N: Please enjoy the first part of this series! This was also written for @supernatural-jackles​ Tell Me A Story Bingo!

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If someone had said you’d be celebrating your 30th birthday by accepting an interview to be a live in nanny when you were a kid, you would have told them they were nuts. Beyond nuts. Beyond help for that matter.

But there you were. Thirty. Single. Childless. Taking care of other people’s families and not doing much else with your life. You weren’t sure if your mom would have been on you about the no kids thing or the no boyfriend thing more to be honest.

But the pay was normally good and sometimes great and it gave you a taste of family, even if you were just the help to the adults most of the time.

You buzzed the button by the gate at the end of the driveway, a brief moment passing before it opened. It was probably on a timer like most of the people you’d worked for before, an alarm system kicking on at some point in the evening that required a buzz in, the code or a car sensor. You drove down the driveway and parked a little behind a black SUV. The house was a little modern, a little grand, a little overwhelming. A fence and lots of trees surrounded the property. The yard appeared large but you could see houses on either side. Private but suburban. 

The cadillac wasn’t a shocker. Most everyone in these neighborhoods had Escalades. You walked past an open garage on the way up, a muscle car and a more modest smaller SUV parked inside. You went up the very short path and stepped up, ringing the doorbell and fixing your shirt. You were in jeans and a plain gray shirt. It was your normal wear for chasing small children around all day and you weren’t a fan of uniforms.

“Hi,” said a very tired, very handsome man as he opened the door. “You must be from Nanny Core.”

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N from Home Pair,” you said with a smile. He shut his eyes and leaned his head against the door. 

“The last girl was from Nanny Core,” he said. He blinked them open and shook his head. “I’m so sorry. Yes, Y/N. You’re the one that’s a consultant, not firmly associated with Home Pair, right?”

“Correct,” you said as he opened the door more and you stepped inside.

“Can I ask what the distinction is?”

“Mostly it has to do with benefits,” you said. “Consultants pay out of pocket for their own or negotiate with their client for those to be covered.”

“Gotcha,” he yawned. You looked ahead and he wiped his hand over his face. “I’m sorry. I must seem like an ass.”

“You seem tired is all Mr. Ackles. Not a crime,” you said with a smile. He nodded and he returned it, no fake cheesiness to it. 

“Mind if we do the interview in the kitchen over a cup of coffee?” he asked.

“Wherever you like, sir,” you said. You took off your shoes when you noticed he didn’t wear any inside and he chuckled as you walked back farther into the house.

“Uh, for the record, call me Jensen. None of that sir stuff. They must teach that at nanny school or something huh?” he said, motioning to a table. “I noticed all of you do it.”

“Something like that,” you said. You took a seat and watched him go to a coffee machine, fumbling with it before he spilled some ground coffee on the counter. He shut his eyes and gripped the counter’s edge, taking a deep breath to himself. “How about I make the coffee and you take a seat, hm?”

“I’m okay,” he said as he opened his eyes. 

“Well making you coffee is probably going to come up in my job quite a bit so consider this part of the interview. It’s alright, really,” you said. He glanced over to you and you smiled. 

“Thank you,” he said. You swapped places with him and got him a cup going, taking a mug off the counter and waiting a beat before liquid started pouring out. “I’m gonna ask you the same question I’ve asked all seven other women I’ve talked to today.”

“Yes?”

“Why should I trust you to watch my children?”

“Honestly?” you asked as he nodded. You smiled and carried the cup over to him, Jensen taking a long sip. “You shouldn’t.”

“I shouldn’t. That seems counterproductive.”

“I wouldn’t trust any stranger with my child. Trust is earned, not given. I think the real question is do you believe I’m capable of earning that trust with you and that’s something intrinsically only you know.”

“How so?”

“You meet a lot of different kinds of people with this job. My gut reaction to you is stressed, overwhelmed, sleep-deprived father who doesn’t really want any nanny at all but is forced into this situation. It’s going to be impossible for you to trust any of the seven woman from earlier or me off the bat, Jensen. You should be thinking of who will you come to trust. Who can you count on.”

“This is why my wife should have been the one doing this,” he said, smiling to himself as he drunk down most of the hot liquid.

“We could always re-schedule for when she’s available.”

“Oh, we’d have to wait a very long time for that,” he chuckled. He sat the mug down and glanced down briefly, smiling as he looked up. “She passed away unexpectedly six months ago. Car accident.”

“I’m sorry for your loss,” you said. He nodded and made a face like he wanted to make a comment. “My mom died kinda unexpectedly. I know it’s...harder.”

“You’re young. How old?”

“Turned thirty today,” you said. He laughed and you heard the life behind it, Jensen shaking his head.

“Well Happy Birthday. I meant with your mother though. If that’s okay with you I mean.”

“It’s fine. I was sixteen,” you said. 

“That...fucking sucks doesn’t it?”

“So does losing your wife,” you said. 

“Yes it does. I’ve grieved. We all have. The kids are small. They’ll be okay.”

“Is dad okay?” you asked.

“Yes. Ready to start moving on with life again,” he said with a soft smile. “You’re kind. Not in a I’m trying to get this job kind of way. Just kind.”

“Well being cruel doesn’t sound like very much fun,” you said.

“You’re not trying to impress me.”

“The first rule of nannying, Jensen. You think you’re interviewing us when in reality we’re interviewing you too.”

“How am I doing so far?”

“Nice coffee choice,” you said with a smile that he nodded at. “You respect people. You’ll employ me but won’t treat me like I’m second class. You’re checking the boxes so far.”

“What if I don’t check all the boxes?”

“You don’t get to know the luxury of knowing the answer yet, Mr. Ackles,” you said. “Interview isn’t over.”

“You got fucked over by somebody, didn’t you.”

“Also perceptive,” you said. “Like I said, I don’t tolerate being treated unkindly anymore. It’s why I left my last position.”

“I have one more question,” he said. “Would you treat my children like they’re your own?”

“Again, asking the wrong question,” you said. He sat back and crossed his arms, smirking at you.

“What exactly should I be asking?”

“Will you treat my children kindly and with respect but take charge when required?”

“What’s the difference?”

“One is me doing my job and the other is me doing yours.”

“How old did you say you were again?”

“Thirty today.”

“Right. Well I think I know where I stand. Do you have anything for me?”

“Can you show me a picture of your kids?” you asked. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. “You answered my question.”

“I didn’t show you anything yet.”

“You’d be surprised how many fathers I’ve met don’t carry pictures of their children in their wallets. That one is just a me thing.”

“Your dad do that?” he asked as he tucked it away.

“Maybe,” you said with a shrug. He was polite enough to not go down that route though and this was already getting more personal than you anticipated. “I think I know where I stand as well.”

“I’d like to hire you,” he said.

“Assuming our negotiations go well, I accept,” you said. He held out his hand over the table and you shook it.

“I did come up with what I thought was fair for salary and benefits. Let me go grab the paperwork and hopefully settle on something,” he said. He excused himself and you looked around the house, already trying to familiarize yourself with things. He was more relaxed when he returned with some papers and a notebook, handing you a few sheets. “If I’m missing anything let me know. I-”

“This is my weekly rate?” you asked when you saw the number at the top of the page.

“Oh no. That’s your daily,” he said as he took a seat. “So I think that’s-”

“Jensen,” you said, pushing the paper back. “I have to ask, things like insurance, are those coming out of your pocket or mine?”

“I’ll cover the expenses of your health, dental, all of that. You just choose and I’ll subsize it as part of your paycheck,” he said. 

“This is for a live in position. Um...can you just...explain what makes up that daily rate number?” you asked.

“It’s simply your base pay. Obviously I pay for housing, utilities, gas obviously. I will get you a credit card to make purchases with for the kids and all of that so it’s simple to keep track of. You’re free to any of the food in the kitchen. I’m guessing the salary is the sticking point here.”

“Jensen,” you said as you scratched your head. 

“I can go up fifty more dollars a day.”

“Jensen. This is way, way too much money. Way too much,” you said. “The average rate around here is about twenty five an hour or two hundred a day. Jensen this is double that. Are you factoring in like time and a half for additional nights and weekends?”

“No. That’d be on top of that. I thought that was a fair value based on the fact you are going to be taking care of the most valuable things in my life. It’s gonna get taxed too so it’s not like you see all of it.”

“You’re sweet, Jensen,” you said, writing down a number at the top of the page. “The average in Austin is twenty five an hour. I would be very happy with that.”

“You have to literally be the first person in existence to negotiate their salary down from the offer,” he said.

“Are you rejecting my offer?” you asked. He took the paper and crossed your number out, jotting down his own and spinning it back. “Jensen.”

“Y/N,” he said, crossing his arms. “I came down. Now it’s your turn. Do you accept?”

You knew thirty five was still way overpriced for the job, especially considering everything else he was paying for.

“I will accept on the condition that you get four hours of what we’d call evening or weekend at the normal rate ever week.”

“I can agree to that,” he said with a smile, writing that down. “So medical plan. Single, plus one, family?”

“Single for all that,” you said. 

“I should mention that there is an in-law suite off to the other side of the garage where you’ll be staying. It’s just down the hall but it has its own small living area and kitchenette. There is a separate entrance to it. If you have guests over I just ask you keep them to your area of the house,” he said.

“Absolutely. I don’t tend to bring people over much anyways while I’m on the job,” you said. He let you read over the rest of the benefits, a good amount of sick and vacation time too. Technically you were free evenings and weekends but he could ask you to work longer if he needed you and you were available. Overall everything seemed in order. “Alright. Everything looks good to me.”

“Awesome. Are you available to start Monday?” he asked.

“Sure,” you said. “It gives me plenty of time to move in things tomorrow so I can jump into the kids routine first thing Monday.”

“Perfect,” he said. “I’ll show you around. We can start with your side of the house.” You got up and followed him over to near the front door and down a long hallway, past a set of doors. There was a frosted glass one to your left just before he pushed open a wide white one.

Behind it was a living area and kitchen. Not huge, about the size of a small apartment. There was a TV and sectional, a table tucked against the wall and a kitchenette like he’d mentioned with full size appliances. 

“Like I said, I know it’s small. Please like, seriously watch TV out in the family room at night if you want or hang out wherever or the yard or pool. This is just your own space when you want to be away from us.” You hummed and he showed you a closet and then a bedroom and bathroom. It was simple but decorated nicely and looked relaxing. “If there’s something obvious I’m missing please let me know. A cleaning service does come by every two weeks on Tuesdays at around ten in the morning. They’ll do in here too. Otherwise you can keep after yourself. Cleaning stuff is in the laundry room. Oh yeah. Um, this is probably the last time I’ll like, ever come in here unless you need help moving things in since this will be your space.”

“Thanks. I don’t have too much. I do have one request before we sign all the paperwork.”

“What’s that?”

“I’d like to meet the kids if that’s alright. There’s not much point in hiring me if they hate me.”

“Fair point. We’ll get ‘em over here and then get you all squared away.”

Monday Morning

“Good morning,” you said, a cup of coffee in your hand already as Jensen yawned. 

“Morning,” he mumbled. His hair was a mess and he was in only a pair of boxer briefs before he paused and looked down. “I should probably put on some clothes.”

“This is your house. Wear whatever you normally would. Pretend I’m invisible,” you said as you poured a cup of coffee into a mug for him.

“Sounds like you worked for some real assholes,” he said, graciously taking the cup. “As long as it doesn’t bother you, me walking around in my undies.”

“No, not at all,” you said with a smile. “Would you like me to drop the kids off at school and daycare this morning?”

“Sure,” he said. “Car keys are on the table by the garage.”

“Okay great. I’m used to driving that kind of SUV,” you said. You snuck a look at your schedule you’d printed out again, knowing the twins would get need to get picked up around noon. You started to work on their lunches and snacks for the day while he took out the carton of eggs from the fridge. He cracked one into a pan and turned the heat on, yawning again as he got out some bread and threw it on a plate. “Would you like me to make lunch for you as well?”

“No thank you. I’m getting lunch with my manager today. You don’t have to make me coffee in the morning either, Y/N. Your job is to take care of the kids, not me,” he said.

“A cup of coffee is not difficult, Jensen. My job is to help you so if I can make dad’s life a smidge easier it’ll make theirs better too,” you said with a smile.

“You’re not like, a morning person are you,” he chuckled. “I don’t do peppy in the morning.”

“Oh no. I’m always a little nervous when I start a new job. I’ll get a rhythm down soon,” you said.

“So what do you normally do once the kids are dropped off?” he asked as he got out a spatula.

“On a weekday I’ll review their schedule, see if anything different is going on. An average day like today I will clean their rooms, their bathroom, do some laundry while they’re at school, maybe some shopping. I’ll pick up the twins, bring them home for lunch, a little playtime, a nap. We’ll have some quiet time and maybe a craft or coloring before we get JJ from school. Then I’ll give them all a snack, we can get outside and play to get some energy out. I’ll help JJ with any schoolwork she has while the twins play and then I will start on dinner about the time you’ll be getting home. Since you have no plans currently tonight I’ll leave you guys be at that point until tomorrow unless you ask me for help.”

“So when do you take a break?” he asked.

“Naptime. I’ll have lunch with the twins. Don’t worry about me Jensen. That’s my normal plan but if you would like me to run some errands in the morning I can,” you said.

“No, no. Just…” he trailed off. “I still want to make them breakfast and dinner and play with them too is all.”

“We’ll figure out the right mix of things,” you said. “You just gotta tell me is all, okay? It can vary day to day too,”

“Yeah,” he said, taking his fried egg out of the pan and placing it on one piece of bread. He made a sandwich and took a big bite, looking out the back window. “I never asked. How was your birthday?”

“Hm?” you hummed, dropping some carrots into a reusable bag.

“On Saturday you said it was your 30th. You do anything fun that night?” he asked with a soft smile.

“I got a new job. That was the highlight of my day,” you said, Jensen cocking his head. “I ordered pizza, binged netflix. My normal Saturday routine.”

“I know everybody jokes about 30 but it’s really just jokes. Wait until you’re 42,” he chuckled. “Then you really feel old.”

“Most 42 year olds would kill to look like you,” you said. You shut your eyes and shook your head. “I’m so sorry. That was so inappropriate.”

“It’s alright. I took it as a compliment,” he said, smiling again. “So you did nothing for your birthday, huh?”

“Uh, no,” you said, mixing in some grapes into each of the snack bags.

“I’m gonna get you a birthday cake,” he said.

“Mr. Ackles-”

“I thought I said it’s Jensen. I’m the boss so what I say goes. We’re gonna have a birthday cake for you tonight. So. What’s your favorite flavor?”

“Whatever you want is perfectly fine.”

“Y/N.”

“...I like red velvet,” you said. He smiled and chuckled. 

“That was my wife’s favorite,” he said. “Haven’t had that since her birthday. She would have liked you.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah. You’re quite kind to me. She was always protective of me, even if she was the scaredy cat most of the time.”

“Can I ask how…” you said as he took another bite.

“Accident. Tractor trailer versus her car. He tried to miss her but it was too late. I wanted to hate the guy too but it was an accident and I couldn’t blame him for that.”

“My father died in a car crash when I was six. It does get better with time,” you said.

“That’s why you didn’t know if he had a picture of you in his wallet or not,” he said as you nodded. “You’re too young to have that much tragedy in life.”

“So are you.”

“I’m not young anymore.”

“You’re young and overly generous,” you said with a smile. 

“Misery loves company,” he said as you both heard a few feet above you running around. “Munchkins are up.”

“You want to make breakfast or should I?” you asked.

“Give me five minutes to get them in some clean clothes. Then I can show you how they like their eggs.”

“Sounds like a plan, Jensen.”

Later That Evening

“Y/N?” said Jensen, knocking on the door to your room. You got up from the couch and answered it, Jensen standing there with a smile. “The kids and I were wondering if you’d like your birthday cake for dessert.”

“You actually got me a cake?”

“I did indeed,” he said. You followed him down the hall and back into the living space, Arrow running up to you.

“Y/N! Are you sleeping over?” she asked as she gave you a hug.

“I live just down the hall now, cutie,” you said.

“Daddy, can we have ice cream too?” asked Zeppelin as he climbed up into his chair at the table.

“Sure thing bud. Girls, would you like some too?” he asked. Both the little ones said yes as he looked back at you.

“I really shouldn’t,” you said.

“We eat ice cream in this house,” he said.

“You don’t have to twist my arm over it,” you said. He got out the container and set it down on the table by the cake, lighting the match on the candle on top. “Oh please don’t-”

He started to sing though and the kids joined in, Jensen having a really good voice actually. You blew out the candle when they were through and he dished up some dessert for everyone.

“Y/N, can you read me a bedtime story later?” asked Zeppelin and you glanced at his father, Jensen making a face.

“Well Y/N’s not at work right now so she doesn’t have to unless she wants to,” said Jensen. “We’re already cutting into her-”

“I would love to, Zepp,” you said, his little face lighting up. “Maybe you guys want to join us?”

“JJ’s a little big to get read to at night I’ve been told,” said Jensen.

“Am not,” she said. “I can get a story too, right?”

“Of course,” you said. You took a bite of the cake and hummed. “This is really good.”

“I bought it myself,” said Jensen. 

“Well you have good taste,” you said. “In fact, I’m gonna have another slice.”

“Good,” he said as Zeppelin grabbed the ice cream container. “Alright, alright. You can have a bit more, bud.”

“Night, JJ,” you said, getting a hug from her as you put her back to bed an hour later. JJ smiled from her bed and you flicked off the light, pulling the door shut after you turned on her night light.

“Thanks for giving up your night with them. I didn’t mean to have that happen,” said Jensen as you headed downstairs with him.

“It’s no problem. It’s good bonding for us,” you said. You helped him pick up the plates at the table and wash them off, Jensen grabbing a bottle of whiskey from a tall cabinet as you covered up what was left of the cake. 

“Drink?” he asked.

“A small one,” you said. He poured a single into a whiskey glass and slid it over to you, smirking when you took a sip. “Oh that’s smooth.”

“Very,” he said, drinking from his own glass. “Thank you for tonight. JJ’s been…”

“She’s the oldest. She’s gonna have a harder time with it.”

“You were about her age when your dad died you said?”

“She’ll be okay. She’ll miss her but it won’t be a deep pain. She’ll have nice memories of her mom. She’s doing pretty good, trust me.”

“Can I ask another personal question?”

“I’m off the clock. Shoot,” you said.

“Your mom ever...try again with someone else?”

“Yes. Years later she found a good guy. He actually is who I stayed with after she passed. He’s married now, has some kids of his own but I know if I call him up he’d drop everything for me.”

“Good. I was getting afraid you were a complete Shakespeare tragedy,” he chuckled.

“Nah. I’m not at that level of crazy in my life,” you said. “As long as we’re off the clock, can I ask if you’re asking because you’re thinking of getting back out there?”

“I am. My wife kind of insisted on it. When we first got serious we had this deal that we’d go try again if something happened. I mean, I don’t cry everytime I think about her now. I can smile and be happy and that ache doesn’t try to swallow me up everyday anymore. I think it’s time I could get back out there.”

“I’d say it is. The kids are ready. They’ll understand.”

“You think your mom loved the second guy as much as your dad?”

“For sure. She was a bit of a free spirit but she didn’t think you had to have just one soulmate. She told me that after she’d met Ray. She said she got two so maybe I had two out there. I haven’t found either one of them yet so I’ll take increasing my odds as best I can.”

“Well you’re not gonna meet your soulmate sitting at home on Saturday nights, Y/N.”

“Just a lot of douchey guys,” you said.

“Ah. You need to meet a better kind of guy is all,” he said.

“Yeah see I’m thirty. All the good guys are married by now.”

“Oh all of them are taken. I didn’t realize that,” he said with a chuckle. “What am I then? Another douchebag?”

“You don’t count. You’re…”

“Too old for you?” he chuckled.

“My boss. Plus you’re like famous. You can go get like a victoria secret model or something.”

“Looks ain’t everything.”

“Maybe I ought to try older guys now that you say that,” you said.

“Y/N, you gotta be careful with that. I don’t want to see you get taken advantage of.”

“And this is why I watch netflix on Saturday nights,” you said.

“You serious about the older guy crack?” he asked. 

“I do find them more...attractive sometimes. I guess it depends on how old. Why?”

“I got a friend my age, might be interested?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” you said. “No offense to your friend but...I mean if he’s 42...I want kids and stuff you know? Although a dude it doesn’t really matter how old...I don’t know.”

“It was just a thought,” he said with a smile.

“I’ll think about it,” you said. “He’s not a weirdo, right.”

“No. He’s an actor. Something to think about,” he said.

“I will,” you said. “Thank you for the birthday cake, Jensen. You’re a good person.”

“I bought a cake.”

“Yeah but I haven’t really had one of those in years. You’re a good person.”

“You’re very welcome,” he said as you slid off your seat. “You’re free to hang out if you like.”

“I’m kinda tired. I won’t be getting up that early from now on I don’t think.”

“I completely understand,” he said. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight Jensen.”

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A/N: Read Part 2 here!

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the guy at the rock show

she/they reader x Spencer Reid

request for @boba-king-iroh ♥︎

summary: Y/N lost their parents when they were 17, finding a new home and solace in Penelope Garcia and taking the Garcia name. They're the top forensic specialist in D.C, in a band and they drive a motorcycle... not to mention they are madly in love with the cute doctor who works with their sister.

warnings: fluff, mutual pining, getting together, love confessions, friends to lovers, idiots in love, PDA, secret relationships

word count: 5666

a/n: there will be a smutty part 2 eventually because I can't not do that

THE PLAYLIST THAT GOES WITH THEIR SETLIST IF YOU WANT TO LISTEN WHILE YOU READ

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Taking Garcia’s last name wasn’t something they had to think hard about, Penelope basically raised them; she was like a sister, a best friend and a mother, even a bit of a fairy godmother to Y/N.

They met when Y/N was 17, they were sitting at a support group for dead parents in D.C. Right beside the lovely, overly cheerful, always helpful, Penelope Garcia. At first, Y/N couldn’t stand her, wondering how a person like that could be running a group for mourning people, it made her sick.

It wasn’t until she heard Penelope’s story for the first time, knowing how similar it sounded to her own and how, actually, you can take your grief and turn it into something beautiful. After the meeting, they pulled Penelope aside and gave her a big hug and a thank you.

It was the start of a lovely friendship, one Y/N didn’t know they needed until they were smothered in all the love you could possibly imagine.

The age gap between them wasn’t too big, Penelope was 10 years older than them which meant she was always one step ahead of Y/N and full of advice. Be it fashion, boys, girls and everything in between. They bonded in a way that was unbreakable, they were each other's family.

Penelope even helped her get into med school before she eventually switched to forensic science. Taking on the FBI academy, unlike Penelope, and joining the bureau officially. Penelope was there for her every single step of the way, making her career possible. She loved her dearly and wanted Y/N to succeed more than anyone in the world.

Getting to introduce herself to people as Agent Y/N Garcia, not to be confused with technical analyst Garcia, was one of the best feelings in the world.

Not many people ever mistook them, however, for whatever Penelope was, Y/N was the exact opposite.

Y/N preferred all black everything, she didn’t enjoy partying or close contact or the in-your-face-ness of Penelope’s way of life, she loved her band and motorcycle and being alone. They were quote-unquote edgy, not just for effect, but because it was how they felt the most comfortable, it was who they were and they liked it that way.

They were possibly the best Forensic Specialist the FBI had, keeping her in DC for all the most important cases. Helping her avoid Penelope and the BAU team as much as possible. They were great people, she didn’t hate them at all, it was just a lot of energy that they didn’t have to give to 7 other people all day long.

Spencer was the only one she could tolerate. Rather, he was the one she wanted to spend the most time with, even more than Penelope. He understood Y/N in a way others didn’t.

He was also quiet, like them, he didn’t pick on them or call them mini Garcia, baby-baby girl, or infant as some of them started to call her more recently.

He called them Y/N, he talked to them about star trek whenever he was visiting Penny, and he respected their pronouns. Using both she and they interchangeably, when he spoke of them, unlike most people who only used she and her because it made more sense in their small brains.

However, she wasn’t the only one who got teased. Spencer did as well, almost more because he was around the BAU team constantly. She hated hearing them bully him, he didn’t even count it as bullying but it’s basically what it was sometimes.

They put him down, they didn’t clue him in on things, they called out his stims and didn’t let him finish his sentences, especially when it had to do with his hyper-fixations. He was the brightest light in the room and they just picked his brain till he wasn’t useful anymore, before trying to turn out the light. It made Y/N furious.

They got called Mr and misses genius when they were on a scene together, remembering the first time she ever had a case with the BAU which was also the first time she snapped at someone for being mean to Spencer.

Someone asked Spencer a serious question, to which he did his fucking job and answered. Giving as much detail as humanly possible, being the absolute genius he is and should be praised for, only to have Emily poke him in the cheek and say; “wow, he’s so life-like?”

“Well yeah, cause he’s a fucking human who deserves respect from the people who use his brain all day,” Y/N cursed under their breath from the crime scene, just loud enough for everyone to hear.

Leaving the sweetest man on earth to find them later and give them a hug. Thanking them for all that they do, and appreciating what he has to offer. That’s when she realized she liked him, more than just the guy who sometimes sleeps on her couch because he’s friends with her sister.

It was difficult being surrounded by men unlike Spencer, specifically the older men in her field who didn’t understand anything outside of money, guns, and violence. The worst part of the job being the politics in the background; the hierarchy and ass-kissing all because she worked in the nation's capital.

They were sure it was probably better in a smaller facility, a local police station where no one knew her and they could finally have some peace and quiet.

But she’d miss Penelope, and Spencer too for that matter.

At first, they’d hide in their room when Penelope brought him over for movie nights or when he crashed on the couch after bringing her home drunk from the bar. In the early days, she worried that he was going to be her new boyfriend, taking all of Penelope’s free time and leaving Y/N with nothing.

But then he started coming over all the time just to hang out, sitting on the couch with nothing to say, being the third wheel while Y/N and Penelope spent time together. For the last 7 years.

Over that time they had many conversations alone, she learned that he was really smart, he was a lot younger than most of the team because he blew through high school by the time he was 13, and he was genuinely the sweetest man in the whole entire world.

One time, Penelope was running late when Spencer showed up at the door with chips and candy, ready to watch his weekly movie with his friend. Only she wasn’t going to make it home in time, and Y/N didn’t want him to have to go back to his apartment all alone.

“You can come in and watch it with me if you wanted to?” She offered, smiling softly. “What was it you picked for tonight?”

“It was Penelope’s night to choose, so you can pick instead if you want?” Spencer offered right back, walking in like he owned the place.

He was more confident now than he was in the beginning, but that was probably because he was 23 and she was 18.

Back then he’d barely look at her and sometimes he’d shake when they made eye contact or when she got drunk and hugged him goodbye after a long night with Penelope. He was like that with Penny in the early days of their friendship too, apparently, so she didn’t feel too bad about it.

He warmed up eventually, making her wait 7 years for him to do something about the growing feelings they both shared.

“You like Marvel movies right?” She bit the inside of her lip as she waited for his answer. Watching him walk around the kitchen for a bowl that he could put his snacks in.

“Yeah they’re great, I haven’t watched past the second Thor, I think the next one is another Captain America?” he’s all smiles as he joins her on the couch, closer than normal, as close as he’d sit with Penelope, but then again she was a cuddler and Y/N wasn’t.

Sometimes Y/N would come out of her room to find Spencer’s head on Penelope’s lap, resting on a pillow as she ran her fingers through his hair to soothe his perfect mind after a long day. A few times she’s walked in on him crying or even sound asleep in her arms. They had a friendship Y/N admired, they were each other's person.

They comforted each other in the exact way they needed it; Penelope giving him the physical touch he craved and he would often compliment her. He was always telling her she was the best and buying her gifts to show his appreciation, calling her the most beautiful and smartest person he knew. He knew that she needed to hear it, needed the reassurance that she was still a good person and he made her believe it.

It made Y/N love him more seeing how much he cared for her sister.

“The winter soldier is the best!” She gushed, sitting close so they could share the chips as she waited for the movie to load up.

He was very quiet when he watched movies, smiling and laughing at the right parts but typically he paid so much attention it was like he was a statue. Y/N spent more time glancing at him than the actual movie.

“Is there something on my face?” Spencer asked, nervous when he noticed her glance at him for the 100th time that night.

“Oh, no you don’t,” she panicked lightly, swallowing quickly before looking away.

“What?”

“I don’t know, I just think you’re fascinating,” she whispered because then she didn’t really say it, and it didn’t really count.

“Oh,” he smiled softly, leaving it at that and forcing his attention back on the movie.

After a while, Spencer started to get even closer. He put the bowl on the coffee table and sat back almost on top of her, reaching an arm behind the couch so that Y/N was right against his side. He had done it with Penelope before, confident in this little living room, almost forgetting it was Y/N beside him.

Y/N rested her hand on his knee, rubbing her thumb over his jeans in a soft little circle as she pretended to watch the movie. More concerned with Spencer’s breathing and the feeling of his hand inching towards their shoulder than anything else.

Then they heard keys at the front door. Pulling away from each other quickly to curl up on opposite sides of the couch and pretend they weren’t just cuddling.

“Hey, you still came!” Penelope cheered, a little drunk from whatever she was doing before.

“I’d never miss a night with the Garcia’s,” Spencer smiled at her, looking calm and collected as ever while Y/N turned bright pink.

“Oh, I love Bucky! Oh my god let me go change and I’ll come watch too!”

That was just the first time they ended up cuddling, certainly not the last.

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It wasn’t often that Penelope was too busy to spend time with Y/N, rather the contrary. Sometimes Y/N had to beg her to leave her be at certain events. Like when their band was playing at any of the local bars and Penny started inviting everyone she knew to come and watch her sister play.

It was embarrassing, to say the least, but Y/N loved her support.

When Y/N peaked her head out to see the crowd before a show, normally Penelope was sitting in the front with a drink and at least 4 friends, cheering and chanting their name, ready to rock out to their covers.

Tonight she didn’t see Penelope at all, she knew she wouldn’t, Penelope was in London visiting Emily with Derek for the second time in the past year, leaving no one to come to the monthly show Y/N’s band put on, or so she thought.

Spencer came all by himself.

He was sitting in the front, at a table with a bowl of pretzels and a ginger ale, not interested in the drinking or the socializing, just there to support Y/N. It made her feel giddy, like a schoolchild seeing their crush at recess.

It was so nice of him that it gave her butterflies, and normally that didn’t happen. They could go on and play a show in front of ten thousand people and feel nothing, but the second Spencer Reid was there to cheer them on, they were a mess.

“What song are we doing first again?” Y/N asked Evie, their lead singer and best friend outside of work.

“Who are they?”

Y/N was taken aback, “What?”

“You’ve never been nervous, who came to see you?” Evie clarified her question.

“No one, for fuck sake, I thought we left all the profilers at home tonight?” she sighed, shaking the nerves out of their body as they jumped up and down lightly.

They paced back and forth for a few minutes to wear down the nerves but only managing to make herself sweat to death and discard the leather jacket she always wore on stage. She walked in a circle aimlessly, remembering the setlist in their mind and how the spotlights typically made it so they couldn’t see the crowd anyway so it’s not like she could fuck up by making eye contact with him.

And it’s not like it was the first time he had seen her play, Spencer comes every month with Penelope, he liked a lot of the music they covered from when he was an emo teen in university. They’ve bonded over it before sharing albums and records back and forth, but she was still scared shitless at the prospect of him caring about her enough to come alone.

Especially when he hated being in situations like this in the first place.

It was their turn to go on, the manager of the bar gathering them and telling them to go on and so Y/N started walking towards the stage door, only to be pulled back harshly by Evie’s cold hands.

“Don’t forget your sticks, god who do you wanna fuck so bad it makes you this stupid?” She placed the drumsticks in Y/N’s hands, “get it together.”

“Sorry, it’s the guy in the sweater vest, front row,” they whispered in response, putting their head down and heading to the stage before she could tease them about it.

“The Forensic Lyricists are here once again folks!” The Manager introduced them to the crown, “get ready for them to dig up some classics!” Always the same dumb joke before every show.

Opening with crushcrushcrush by Paramore, thank god she remembered, it was an easy song to play as they warmed up and pushed the nerves away. They could play it in their sleep, with their eyes closed, and so that's what they did.

Eyes closed, mouthing the words as the adrenaline of the night took over the anxiety and made them go insane, like most nights. They didn’t need drinks or drugs to feel hyped at most shows, all she needed was a smile from penny and a good luck text from Spencer.

Playing by memory until she felt more confident and then getting into it. “They taped over your mouth, Scribbled out the truth with their lies, your little spies…”

“Crush, crush, crush, crush crush two, three, four!!” Y/N sung backup for each chorus, finally getting into it.

“Nothing compares to, a quiet evening alone! Just the one, two! of us who's counting on! That never happens, I guess I'm dreaming again.”

They tried their hardest to push the images of that night on the couch with Spencer out of their mind as they sang along, trying to harmonize and cover the backup for Evie as best as she could.

“Let’s be more than this now!”

She always took the bridge, as the drummer and the most passionate one, it only made sense. Y/N always got the crowd on their feet, roaring along as they jumped to the beat.

“Rock and roll, baby, Don't you know that we're all alone now? I need something to sing about. Rock and roll, hey! Don't you know, baby, we're all alone now? I need something to sing about! Rock and roll, hey! Don't you know, baby, we're all alone now? Give me something to sing about!”

“Nothing compares to, a quiet evening alone! Just the one, two! of us who's counting on! That never happens, I guess I'm dreaming again, let’s be more than, noOoo!”

She had a crush on Spencer fucking Reid and one now noticed as they tried their hardest to focus on the words when all that came to mind right now was his body heat and how good he smelled and how nice it was that he came to support them.

“Nothing compares to, a quiet evening alone! Just the one, two! of us who's counting on! That never happens, I guess I'm dreaming again, Let’s be more than this, more than thiiiiiis, oooooooh, mmmmmmhmmm,” she sang the ending of the song along with Evie, their harmony sounding more perfect than any performance before.

Critics always said the performance is better when you mean the words you’re singing. With that, they accepted their crush on Doctor Spencer Reid after 7 long years of knowing him. They pushed through nerves so that they could go and see him after and do something about it, now that Penelope wasn’t home to tease her for it.

Leading right into Dear Maria, Count Me In. Their bass player, Kat taking the lead for her favourite song. Being an all ‘girl’ punk band was her idea, and now they all enjoyed taking turns singing their favourite songs in front of mostly strangers, once a month.

Every single song made her think of Spencer in some way as she remembered the rest of the set, it had 5 songs in total and each one included at least one reference to something she knew about Spencer.

It was hard to not think about him while he stood at the edge of the stage with everyone and bopped his head along to the beat, a smile growing on his face as he also noticed the little references to them in the songs.

The Rock Show by Blink182 was going to hit a little too close to home as she sang the words all but to him, making eye contact with him as he moved to the best spot to see them play, much like Penelope would do every time.

She didn’t realize how much this song actually represented her life before tonight, starting to sing her song alone while Spencer watched. Deciding on the spot to dedicate it to him in the most fucking obvious way possible, taking her chances because he must have come for a reason.

“Hanging out behind the club on the weekends. Acting stupid, getting drunk with my best friends, I couldn't wait for the summer and the Warped Tour, I remember that it's the first time that I saw him there!”

Spencer was smiling then, noticing the lyric change as they made eye contact, nodding along as he watched. Genuinely enjoying himself and the show, it was lovely to see. She couldn’t help but smile against the mic as she sang and played. Wondering how his face will change with the next verse she watched him from the corner of her eye.

Her bandmates turning to see her as they played their guitars, nodding in agreement at the lyric change, they knew what she was up to. It wasn’t the first time they used the stage to bring someone home with them.

“He's getting kicked out of school cause he's failing. I’m kinda nervous, cause I’m sure all his friends hate me! He’s the one, he'll always be there, I took his hand and I’ll make it I swear,

“Because I fell in love with the guy at the rock show! He said what? and I told him that I didn't know. He's so cool, gonna sneak in through his window. Everything's better when he's around. Can’t wait until my parent goes out of town, I fell in love with the guy at the rock show!”

Spencer’s smile was priceless, it made them even more confident to sing all the words, wanting him with zero shame, it’s not like anyone who knew him would know about this.

“When we said we were gonna move to Vegas I remember the look your mother gave us 17 without a purpose or direction We don't owe anyone a fuckin’ explanation”

“Because I fell in love with the guy at the rock show! He said what? and I told him that I didn't know. He's so cool, gonna sneak in through his window. Everything's better when he's around. Can’t wait until my parent goes out of town, I fell in love with the guy at the rock show!” Making the softest eye contact with him, they moved their whole body to play to him.

“Black and white picture of him on my wall, I waited for his call, he always kept me waiting, and if I ever got another chance I'd still ask him to dance, because he kept me waiting!”

“I fell in love with the guy at the rock show! He said what? and I told him that I didn't know. He's so cool, gonna sneak in through his window. Everything's better when he's around. Can’t wait until my parent goes out of town,”

“I fell in love with the guy at the rock show!” She had never been this passionate while playing this song in all the years they had played it together.

Her bandmates taking the lead singing, “with the guy at the rock show!”

“I’ll never forget you,” she sang in the middle of their chants, “I’ll never forget you, I’ll never forget you, I’ll never forget tonight, I’ll never forget tonight…”

She shot a wink at him before turning back in her seat to face the drum set the best way. The last two songs were Evie’s and Kat’s, she covered the backup vocals, making the occasional glance towards Spence as she thought of him.

Counting down the minutes till she could go see him.

Come a little closer by cage the elephant, an obvious title with lyrics that would clearly bring every memory of brushed hands against lower backs as they slipped past each other in crowded rooms, lingering as long as possible before they were gone again. Goodnight hugs when Penelope was already asleep and he could hold her a big longer and tighter, resting his head on her shoulder while she rubbed his back and breathed him in. And that night on the couch, not to mention all the mornings she walked in on him sleeping peacefully, brushing the hair out of his face, softly, in the hopes he didn’t wake up.

“Come a little closer, then you'll see, Come on, come on, come on, Things aren't always what they seem to be… Do you understand the things you been seein' Come on, come on, come on! Do you understand the things that you've been dreaming… Come a little closer, then you'll see! Come a little closer, then you'll see!”

And even when he did she had a coffee ready for him when he sat up and smiled, giving them a few hours alone before Penelope would wake up. Talking all morning about star trek and dr. Who, smacking his knee as he made jokes that genuinely made them laugh while trying to keep her voice down so they didn’t wake Penelope.

Not many people made her feel like that in her life.

“Come a little closer, then you'll see! Come a little closer, then you'll see!” Staring at him, enticing him to do it the next time they had the chance.

The intro to I’d Do Anything by simple plan was one of her favourites to play, smiling wide as she began to drum as her best friends sang the words.

Waiting for the chorus to sing the words at Spencer, really sending the message, he wasn’t dumb, not in the slightest, he would get it. He had to, she had already been so obvious there was no turning back now.

“This could be the one last chance to make you understand,”

Her arms were starting to hurt as she played along with the most energy she has had in years, playing like a teenager whose parents just died and she needed to hit something, once again. It was freeing, playing with what she could only imagine was love in her chest instead of anger. It’s how she was supposed to play.

"I’d do anything Just to hold you in my arms To try to make you laugh Cuz somehow I can’t put you in the past I’d do anything Just to fall asleep with you Will you remember me? Cuz I know I won’t forget you,"

Focusing on the drumming and ignoring the lyrics as her bandmates covered the lyrics, letting her go hog fucking wild on the drum set, almost kicking the chair out from under herself as they kept going. Joining for the chorus again before beating the shit out of her drum set.

I close my eyes And all I see is you I close my eyes I try to sleep I can't forget you Na na na And I'd do anything for you Na na na Naaaaaaa

“I’d do anything!” She closed her eyes as she pushes the words past her vocal cords, again and again, passionately playing the drums as her hair flew all over the place, worried she might break the sticks as she played.

“Cause I know I won't forget yoooou!” She plays the end of the song, snapping the left drumstick in half before throwing the right one into the crowd, right into Spencer’s hand, sending him a wink before saying goodbye to the crowd.

Sweaty as hell from playing the drums, they brushed their long black hair back behind their ears and in a low ponytail so it would fit under her motorcycle helmet on the way home. Putting their leather jacket back on and heading into the main bar to find Spencer.

“Hey,” he smiled as she walked towards him, the drumstick now resting in his pocket as he approached her.

“I can’t believe you came here all by yourself?” Y/N laughed slightly before pulling him into a thank-you hug.

“I wouldn’t miss it, I’ve been coming for a year now, it’s always a great time,” his smile was perfect, his teeth were so white and straight and she wondered how they’d feel against her neck.

“It’s been that long?” She pretended that she didn’t notice, biting their lip as he ran the calculations in his mind.

He nodded with a soft, pressed-lipped smile, the Spencer classic. “Yep, it’s been exactly 14 months straight now.”

“I know you don’t like bars and loud noises and people you don’t know, or germs which makes this like a nightmare of yours I guess because of the close proximity of people and the germs being spread as everyone screams in a crowd,” she ranted before he was pulling her into another hug, “so this means a lot to me,” she finished her thought beside his ear for only him to hear.

“Anytime,” he whispered as he held her, his arm on her back and chin resting on her shoulder.

“Did you need a ride home?” She offered, thinking about how nice it would be for him to wrap his arms around their body as he sat behind her on Patsy, her motorcycle.

“Yeah, unless you wanted to go to your place and watch another movie? I wouldn’t want to keep you waiting,” he spoke just loud enough to be heard over the music.

“Yeah, I’d love that, it’s been lonely while Penny’s gone,” a smile erupting on her face as she got the reference, “come on then.”

She took his hand in hers, interlocking their fingers and dragging him backstage towards her locker. She had a space to keep her things for practice and other shows she did during the week, keeping an extra helmet and jacket in the locker for nights like this, however, normally it was a cute stranger. Not the man she’s been crushing on since she was a teenager.

“Oh, you brought Patsy,” Spencer’s face went white.

“Did you not want to ride her? Come on, everyone wants to ride her at least once,” Y/N teased him as she put the helmet in his free hand.

Her bandmates staring at her with proud smiles as she took the guy from the rock show home; the one in the sweater vest from the front, the one who was the most into the whole show, they both gave Y/N a wave and a smile as they slipped out the backstage door.

They walked out to the parking lot, still hand in hand with their helmets in the other. Stopping at her dark purple Suzuki GS650 GT, it was her most prized possession because it used to belong to her parents.

She put her hair in the right spot before putting the helmet on, sitting down and starting the engine, revving it for everyone in the lot to see as Spencer put his helmet on and threw a leg over the seat, nervous as ever.

He fit behind her perfectly, just enough room on the seat for his chest to press against her back as he placed his hands gingerly on her hips. It made her laugh.

“You’re going to want to hold on better than that pretty boy,” she teased him before revving the engine once more, kicking the kickstand up and speeding out of the parking lot.

Spencer gripped her tightly as she took off down the street, taking the longest route possible to her home. She didn’t hit a single red light for at least 5 blocks, zooming through traffic as Spencer squeezed the life out of her.

He felt amazing, his hands were so big as he fully wrapped around her, reaching around completely so his right hand was on her left hip and vice versa. He was so close she could feel his heartbeat against her back.

He was nervous, he flinched every time she turned and held on even tighter somehow.

So she did another lap of the block, around the park’s bend so she could lean the bike as far as possible as Spencer’s fingers dug into her hips fiercely. Breathing deep enough that she could hear him over the engine, but he wanted her to keep going. Not ready to let go of her yet, this is the closest they had ever been to each other.

When she finally pulled into the parking lot of their apartment complex, they bumped over the curb and his hand grazed Y/N’s boob, he pulled back so fast it was barely there, she just shook her head and laughed. Parking the bike and putting the kickstand back down.

Spencer let out a sigh, relaxing against her as he rested his chin on her shoulder again.

“Have fun?”

“Surprisingly, yes,” he laughed, his voice deep and dry from breathing with his mouth open, it was cute.

He got off first when his legs were finally able to work again, still vibrating from the rev of the engine he walked like Ariel when she got her legs. It was priceless, no one has reacted like that after getting a ride from them, not even Penelope.

She took her helmet off while still on the bike, shaking her hair out of the ponytail as provocatively as possible before getting off. Spencer’s jaw fell open once more as he watched, breathlessly, just as she expected.

Either he liked them before and never told them, or he was going to start now.

Either way, it excited Y/N to their core, taking his hand once more and leading him inside, this time they could be as close as they wanted to and no one was going to walk in on it. She stopped at her locked apartment door, looking at Spencer as softly as possible so he’d know her feelings were real.

“I know this will cause the teasing we already get to skyrocket, so if you wanted to keep it between us, I fully understand,” she whispered.

“Is that what you want?”

He was so sweet it made her heartache, never before had anyone made her feel like this; like she wasn’t in control of her body or mind, like an override in the system her brain and heart chose Spencer and there was no stopping them.

“I just told a whole bar of people that I’m in love with the guy at the rock show before taking you home in front of everyone,” she laughed, “I don’t care if people know, I just hate when they tease us, they belittle everything we do like we’re 17 forever, it’s not fun for me.”

“I hate it too,” he pressed his lips together awkwardly once more, “I’d like to keep you to myself for a while.”

She cupped his face in her hands and pulled in, pressing her lips against his as they both tried to repress their tightlipped smiles. Finally, finally kissing after all those years staring at each other's lips while they explained something, passionately as ever with the most attentive ears.

“Exactly, me too,” she smiled wider as she pulled back from him, unlocking the front door and pulling him inside for that movie he mentioned.

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