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Something to think about (Tierna x Reader)

Something that no one tells you when you start writing is how hard titles are. It literally takes me so long and I still don't like them. Anyway, hope you enjoy :)

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Tierna jumped on my bed after we had managed to escape to my room, pulling me down next to her. "Do you think we should tell them? It doesn't feel right sneaking around anymore."

"I-I-I do- I don-"

"Hey, take a breath for me," I took a deep breath, relaxing against Tiernas side. "There's no rush if you're not ready or don't want to yet. It's just something we should think about."

It's not that I didn't want people to know about us, I was just nervous about how Ali and Ash would react to me dating a team mate. I had been living with them since I was sixteen. My parents had kicked me out leaving me homeless. I had randomly ran into them one day, scared, hungry and dirty. They had taken me in. From the day I stepped foot into their house, they had treated me as if I was family. Even their families treated me like family. Now 7 years later, we were inseparable, I was very open with them most of the time, knowing that they were there if I needed them. I still had my problems with anxiety, still worrying about them leaving me sometimes or that they would get tired of me, but it was getting better as time went on.

The only thing I had been hiding recently was that Tierna and I had been dating for a year now. We had met at the first camp I had gone to with them about a year and a half ago, hitting it off pretty much instantly. Once camp ended, we started texting everyday, then texting turned to phone calls then video calls late into the night, often ending with us falling asleep still on face time.

When I finally got called up and ended up roomed with Tierna, the only thing that changed was location. We still talked for hours, were together all the time and more often than not fell asleep cuddled up together until it got to the point where the second bed was forgotten. I couldn't tell you who made the first move, it just kind of happened. We had randomly woken up in the middle of the night, talking quietly until we started to fall asleep again. Then we were suddenly kissing each other goodnight as if we had done it hundreds of times before and it wasn't our first kiss. We hadn't talked about it properly for a few days, just kept kissing like it wasn't a new thing. To everyone else, we were just bestfriends, but in reality she was the person I had quickly fallen madly in love with and wanted to be with for life. The distance sucked, I wanted nothing more than to be with her, but she was worth it.

I was irrationally scared that Ali and Ash would hate me for dating a teammate or that they would hate Tierna for dating me. They had never minded me dating, it was just this time they knew and were close with the person. They were protective, mostly it was fine, comforting even. When it came to my relationships though, they were sometimes too protective to the point where some of my past girlfriends had been too afraid to be around them. I didn't want that to happen with Tierna, I wanted her to be apart of my life in every aspect. Deep down, I knew none of that was likely to actually happen. They loved and trusted Tierna, they loved how close we were and I knew they just wanted me to be happy, but I wasn't able to push the fear away enough to actually find out.

"You know I love you right? That I am so proud to be your girlfriend and I want to shout it from the roof tops, but I'm scared T, I'm scared," I whispered the last bit, half expecting her to finally have had enough and tell me to get over it or give me an ultimatum like past relationships had. Instead, Tierna wrapped her arms around me, holding me close and leaving a lingering kiss to my head.

"I know love. I know you're scared and it's okay. I hope you know I'm not trying to rush you or make you do anything you don't want to do. It just feels wrong to be sneaking around in their house, but that doesn't mean we have to tell them right now. I just think we need to start thinking about doing it. There's no rush though, we'll figure it out together in time. I'm with you every single step of the way."

"How did I get so lucky with you? I love you T, so fucking much."

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In hindsight, Tierna and I knew better than to fall asleep without putting clothes back on when we were at my house. This time though, we had practically passed out. Ali and Ash respected my privacy, they pretty much always knocked, but anything could happen. It just so happened that tonight was that night. I was woken up by a rustling noise beside me, turning to find Ali looking around my room for something.

I forgot about the fact I was still very much naked. Thankfully I was covered, but it did stop me from panicking in the moment. Maybe she hadn't even noticed, I thought briefly. She definitely did notice because as soon as I spoke up, her eyes widened slightly and she looked away, "What are you doing?"

"I'm sorry, I know this isn't great and I didn't mean to wake you up or find out something you obviously didn't want us to know yet. Sloane left her snuggly in here and has been awake for hours refusing to go to bed without it. I won't tell Ash if you don't want me to, we can forget I know about whatever this is."

Tierna started stirring beside me so I quickly ran my fingers through her hair, knowing it would settle her again. I knew this would embarrass her and I didn't want her to deal with this right now. Surprisingly, I wasn't freaking out as much as I expected, "It's okay, I'm not mad. I know Sloane loves her snuggly. I don't mind if you tell Ash, honestly, it'll probably help. We can talk more in the morning."

It took me a long time to go back to sleep after being woken up by Ali. My anxiety was through the roof now that Ali knew about us. Well maybe she didn't know the extent of our relationship, but she knew something was going on. Ash would likely know now as well. It was sort of a relief I guess, it took the stress out of having to tell them myself, while also pushing me to have a conversation I was terrified of having.

"Good morning baby, you're awake early," Tierna mumbled kissing my collar bone. I had woken up almost an hour ago after tossing and turning all night. Tierna always woke up first so it was weird. When I didn't answer, Tierna turned so she was lying on her stomach, looking up at me with concern written all over her face. "I don't like this non response. What's wrong?"

I just tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, admiring how beautiful she was even when she just woke up, making her frown deeper. "Please don't go quiet on me. It's just me and you. Let me in Y/n/n."

Everything came tumbling out. I rambled on about what happened, my feelings and even going as far as apologising though I knew it wasn't really my fault. Tierna just lay there, listening to my rambling because she knew it helped when I was overly anxious. Then she kissed me with such softness and love that all the anxiousness faded away in that moment.

"For starters, this isn't your fault so don't apologise, we both fell asleep naked. Secondly, I am so proud of you. You chose to let her tell Ash, you could have kept it hidden from her and forgotten about it, but you didn't. I'm so proud of you pushing away the fear enough to do that. Lastly, I am here beside you for all of this. We can go down when you're ready and start the conversation when you're ready. There's still no rush baby, we'll bring it up when you're ready okay?"

"Thank you. Can we cuddle for a while?"

"Like I would ever turn down cuddles."

Tierna decided to have a shower before coming down while I decided to get it over with and just go down. Ali was making breakfast while Ash played with the kids. They didn't bring up the whole relationship thing, instead offering me coffee and asking how I slept. I was once again relieved and anxious at the same time. In some ways I was glad nothing had changed, but I also wanted to just get it over with. We made small talk until Tierna came down standing next to me as I sat on the bar stool. I wrapped my arms around her, resting my head against her while she ran her hand across my back. I noticed Ali look at us with a small smile before I blurted out, "Can we just get this over with?"

Tierna kissed my temple, "I'll take the kids outside so you can talk, unless you want me to stay?"

"Thank you hun. I'll be okay by myself."

Ali handed me coffee as Ash came to stand next to her on the other side of the island. Ash was always the more protective one so it surprised me when she smiled softly, "This doesn't have to be a big thing Y/n, whatever you have going on with Tierna is you're business. You don't have to explain yourself to us."

"I know, but I want to. Tierna is my girlfriend and has been for a year now. I'm sorry I didn't tell you. It's not that I wanted to hide it, but I was scared."

Ali frowned and it made guilt shoot through me. The last thing I ever wanted was for them to feel like I didn't trust them or was scared of them. "Why were you scared? You know you can tell us anything no matter what right?"

"I know and I trust you both more than pretty much anyone ever. It wasn't a necessary fear, I knew that, but it was there regardless. I guess I was worried you wouldn't like it because we're teammates or because of how close you are with her. Also that it would change how you see and interact with her. I didn't want that to happen."

"We love Tierna, she's baby T, that doesn't change because you're dating her. If anything we're kinda stoked about it, I mean we know T, we know she'll treat you well, it's who she is. Besides, your little display before was adorable. You practically lit up when she kissed you. Now that I think of it, you always look incredibly happy when she's around."

An involuntary smile appeared as I glanced at Tierna who was running around with a grin looking adorable. "I am, I've never been this happy with anyone before. Tierna is the first person I've dated where I don't doubt her love for me because she is constantly showing me even if it's just tiny gestures. She is amazing in so many ways. I love her. I'm sorry about what you saw last night by the way."

"I didn't really see anything thankfully, but I'm the one who should be apologising. Your room is your private space and I invaded that, so I'm sorry. Besides you're a couple, couples have sex. I'm just glad we didn't hear it."

"Ali," I groaned, hiding my face in my hands. "I meant when I said I wasn't mad. Sloane needs her snuggly and I appreciate you trying not to wake us up. Honestly, I'm kind of glad it happened because you two mean the world to me and I wanted you to know, but the fear kept getting in the way. It was the push I needed. Can I talk to you about something else quickly?"

"Of course."

"You guys can get really protective, in the past it's kinda scared people away which I guess thinking back wasn't the worst because they weren't the best, but can you just not with Tierna? I trust her undoubtedly, you trust her so it's not needed. I really love her and I don't want her to be scared away which I don't think will happen becau-"

Ash covered my hand with hers, effectively making me stop talking, "Hey, we get it. We know how we can be and right now at least, it's not needed. We will always be protective of you, that's not going to change based on who you date, but we will tone it down. She does get the shovel talk though, that's non-negotiable. What about the team? Do they know?"

"Thank you. No they don't know, I wanted you guys to know first, but now I don't care if they know."

Tierna came back inside, Sloane going to play again while Tierna pecked my lips and handed me Ocean. They watched us with small smiles, "Your whole relationship makes more sense now. You always seemed a little closer then bestfriends, I mean you were always constantly visiting each other and physically close to each other. I suspected maybe a crush, but not relationship."

"Gotta keep you guessing sometimes."

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #tierna davidson imagine #woso x reader #woso imagines

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carlsainz · 2 years

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𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 – 𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒙 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒄𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆

summary: your friendship was perfect, until it wasn’t.

pairing: alex turcotte x reader

warnings: none

a/n: okayyyy guess who’s back!!! i’m definitely nervous as hell because i haven’t been writing lately and this was a challenge for me but i really hope you like it. thanks to my baby reghi @tencrushesperday for reading and helping me while writing <333 so that’s it, enjoy and please let me know what you think !!

word count: 2,5k

lowercase intended

being in love with your best friend isn’t easy. at all. after knowing alex back in that summer while both were working at the theatre , your life turned upside down but in a good way.

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you were bored in the theatre, the movement almost nonexistent, when your manager called your name. beside her, was a boy around your age and looking very good.

“y/n, this is alex and he’s going to work with you during the summer,” cara explained.

“hey alex!” you exclaimed. you’d finally have some company.

he blushed and waved at you, smiling and showing two deep dimples.

when cara left, he approached you and said “did you know palace theatre always keeps two seats open for the ghosts to sit in?”

“really?” you asked. “how did you know that?”

“well i just love random facts and didn’t know what to say,” he admitted.

“that’s cute, i like it,” you replied. “but i’m terrified of ghosts so please let’s not talk about them.”

alex just laughed and nodded, asking you to teach him how to do basic things there.

•

by the middle of the summer, you and alex were best friends, totally inseparable. you loved to do shenanigans, and it was in the middle of a boring afternoon that an idea popped on your mind.

“hey,” you got his attention. “we should get matching tattoos.”

“mom is gonna kill me,” he answered.

“so what?”

“ouch!”

“i’m just kidding,” you laughed. “but not about getting matching tattoos.”

he sighed and said “‘k, i’m in. what do you think we should get?”

“maybe yin and yang because we’re kinda each other’s balance,” you suggested.

“that’s actually perfect,” the boy said. “we should do them today after work.”

and that’s the story of how you ended up with matching tattoos on your little fingers as a proof of your friendship.

his cute little dimples were absolutely enchanting and his smile the prettiest in the world in your opinion. at first, it was just friendship. the conversation flew easily, you loved his jokes and the way he could talk about literally anything. he made working easy and joyful and it was the best summer of your life.

at the end of the summer, he had to return to his life and to hockey, but you kept texting every single day. you knew everything about each other, literally everything. it was the perfect friendship, until it wasn’t.

it all started when alex started playing for the kings and you moved in with him to study at ucla. the domesticity of living with your best friend started doing things to your head and, within a few months, you realized you were in love with him. alex turcotte, your turtle, your damn best friend.

of course alex noticed how you were acting all weird around him and, inside his head, he thought he did something wrong. while you were freaking out on a daily basis because of your feelings, alex was feeling the same but for way longer. it was something that was bothering him since that first summer and he simply couldn’t say anything because he was completely scared of losing you.

everything has changed in the middle of another summer after alex’s rookie season. you were with the ntdp boys in Michigan and someone suggested you all should go to a party and that’s where you are now, getting drunk with alex and the boys and dancing like your life depends on it.

the first beat of your favorite song dropped and you immediately grabbed alex’s arm.

“turtle, let’s dance with me!” you screamed on his ear so he could hear you over the music.

he just smiled and nodded, going with you and never dropping your hand. in a calmer spot, you stood in front of him and and put your arms around his neck, while he didn’t know what to do with his hands.

with your mind kind of fogged, you simply stood on your tiptoes and whispered “you can touch me, you know.”

alex felt his face burning while you disentangled your arms from his neck to guide his hands to your hips. “way better,” you commented.

he automatically squeezed your hips, bringing you closer and you started swaying them in the rhythm of the music. the tension between you and alex grew with the music and by the end of it, you were looking at each other, gaze averting from eyes to lips.

turcs bent down and touched your nose with his, his hands gripping your waist now. “kiss me, alex,” you whispered and he only heard because of your proximity.

his lips finally touched yours and it was like the world was slowly fading into dust around you two. his touch was soft and his lips hungry yet, somehow, gentle. your fingers got lost in his hair and he brought you even close as if it was possible.

you spent some time just kissing and only stopped to breathe. you, once again, stood on your tiptoes and provoked him “who would’ve imagined turtle was such a good kisser, huh.”

he smiled, showing his dimples, and you kissed them tenderly. he blushed and you found that completely adorable, while alex wanted to dig a hole on the ground and disappear.

“you wanna go back to the lake house?” he asked.

“yeah.”

he held your hand and went to the place where the other boys were and quickly told them you were going back home because you weren’t feeling very well. they all were worried about you but alex convinced them he could take care of you.

turcs called an uber and you two looked like two teenagers, giggling and holding hands in the backseat of the car. it didn’t take long for you to arrive at the lake house and you went directly to the backyard to sit in one of the adirondacks, where you kept kissing and whispering sweet nothings into each other’s ears.

“do you think that this, us… do you think it could ever… be something more?” alex asked.

“i’ve waited to hear this for so, so long, turtle,” you said, smiling from ear to ear.

he smiled, caressing your cheek. “so what’s going to be?”

“i’m pretty sure we can be something more,” you giggled.

“yeah?”

“yeah, mr turkey turtle.”

he laughed and the sound was like your favorite song ever. you’ve spent the rest of the night that way until the guys arrived and you had to hide once again like two teenagers so they couldn’t see you.

in spite of all that happened, when you woke up the next morning, last night was just a big blur for you two. the kisses and words all forgotten, a distant dream or something.

the next day was spent in the dark because of the hangover and soon the summer ended. you were back to your normal lives and to the old feelings, blind to what happened on that beautiful summer night.

now you were almost screaming on the window while studying for a test and that’s exactly when alex opens the front door.

“hey y/n, i brought us sushi for dinner-” he stopped seeing you on the verge of tears. “what happened?”

“just school stuff, i don’t want a degree anymore, turtle,” you started crying.

alex just dropped his duffel bag on the ground, put the food on the sink and sat by your side at the kitchen island.

“you’re just tired, darling, do you want a hug?”

you only nodded and he involved you with his arms, your head resting on the crook of his neck while you cried and he whispered gentle things, making you cry even harder because you started thinking that that man would never be more than a friend.

he held you until you stopped crying, only sniffling. he disentangled his arms from you and looked right into your arms, softly smiling just because he knew you liked his dimples.

“thanks alex, you’re the best friend one could ever ask for,” you said and it was like you were stabbing him right in the heart, but he only kept smiling and started redoing your messy ponytail.

“you need to take a break, let’s eat something while we watch how i met your mother, what do you think?”

you sniffled once again “yeah, we can do that.”

turcs grabbed your hand, helping you stand up and go to the living room and while you sat at the sofa, he went back to the kitchen to grab the food.

you put on your favorite episode and he sat beside you, handing you the food. you ate silently, just laughing at the funny parts. when both of you finished, you paused the episode you were currently watching and discarded the trash, going back to the sofa and curling yourself at turcs’ side.

it was a common thing between you two. you’ve always been emotional and alex was your harbor. whenever you feel defenseless or small, you curl against his side and he protectively throws an arm around you. it’s always been like this, but this time seemed different. it felt more… familiar and it hurts.

you watched three more episodes until alex started yawning and both of you went to sleep.

“sleepover?” alex asked.

“yeah, just let me get ready.”

another tradition of yours. it was common for both of you to sleep on the same bed in times like these, because you tend to have nightmares when you’re too tired and alex always calms you down.

as the days passed, it became harder and harder to fight against all the feelings, especially to alex. his friends on the team didn’t know what to do anymore and, as a last resort, decided to arrange a blind date for him. of course alex didn’t know where he was going and why, but there, he ended up having fun with brianna, one of the guys’ cousin and after a couple months, they were officially dating.

when the news reached your ears, it wasn’t alex telling you. it was one of the kings wags, in the middle of a little get together. you felt like the world was dissolving while thousands of knives stabbed your whole body. you faked a smile and, after a few minutes, left saying you weren’t feeling very well.

meanwhile, alex was truly happy with brianna, the feelings for you in the past. or at least that’s what he thought.

you stopped going to his games, just to avoid seeing her at the box and started getting more miserable every passing day. it was now a common thing to see you locked in your room, crying and listening to taylor swift. even the guys were worried about you.

after one of the practices, they cornered alex to ask him what he had done to you and he was totally blind to the reason until fiala said “my girl said she bet she’s in love with you, when did it start?”

alex tried to remember. “i think it was when i started dating bri.”

“are you dumb or what, kid?” another one said. “of course she’s in love with you,” and everyone agreed.

“what do i do now?”

“you break up with brianna and go chase your dream girl, we all know you’ve been in love with her for longer than you can recall.”

he nodded and thanked his teammates. at his car, he called brianna and said they needed to talk. it was after dinner he told her they should break up and explained the reason to be completely honest with the girl. of course bri wasn’t happy, but thanked his honesty and they ended up in good terms.

meanwhile, you were once again crying your heart out after class sitting at your favorite spot at the beach all by yourself. how could you be so dumb to ever think that one day you and alex would be more than friends? now he’s dating the perfect sweet girl just like him and-

your thoughts were interrupted by alex’s voice.

“i knew i would find you here,” he smiled, sitting by your side.

you didn’t have the strength to even disguise your tears so you just looked at him, your heart breaking even more just at the bare sight of him.

“why aren’t you with brianna right now? i thought you were going to have a dinner together.”

“yeah we did, but we broke up,” he simply said.

“what? why?”

“she’s not the girl of my dreams and i couldn’t keep doing that with her.”

“but- but she’s perfect for you, you’re sweet together and-“

“i don’t want someone that looks just like me, y/n/n,” he said. “i want someone to complete me, my balance.”

after saying that, he put your pinkies together, the tattoos completing each other like you.

“you know, i’m in love with you for so long, since we were younger and i know it’s a risk to confess my feelings because i don’t know you feel the same but-“ you started interrupting his rant and he asked you to wait. “i love you since i’m 14 years old and if you asked me to jump off of a bridge that first summer, i would’ve done that without questioning you. every moment with you is a core memory, lately they’re sad ones but still. you’re such a bright person, you deserve someone who loves and worships you and i’m completely ready to do it since we were teenagers full of things to discover. please know that i don’t want a perfect person that’s just like me, i want you and your mess, because your mess is mine too. i want you even when you slap me in the arm if i breathe too loudly when you’re stressed, i want you on days when you don’t feel like talking to anyone. but above all of this, i want you when you feel unlovable, i want to show you how easy to love you are, how adorable, how empathic and helpful you are. i just want you.”

at the end, you were ugly crying like a baby, alex still holding your hand. you were completely speechless while alex nervously smiled.

“i love you, turtle. even though i can’t say anything right now, but that’s your fault,” you said, making him laugh.

“so you want to be perfectly imperfect with me?”

“of course i want to,” you replied and cried even harder, the moon, stars and the sea as testimonies of your love.

he kissed you and it was so delicate, the salty tears adding something special to your first kiss. suddenly, alex stopped.

“what happened?”

“are you feeling the familiarity too?”

“yeah,” you replied.

“when we were at the lake house, i had a crazy dream where we kissed for the whole night-“ you interrupted him.

“i had the exact same dream.”

“well, i don’t think it was a dream anymore,” he said and smiled.

“it’s so crazy to think it all could’ve been different if only we remembered that night.”

“sad too, but everything happens for a reason and we’ll be very happy from now on.”

and he was more than right, your story was just beginning and happiness was present in every single moment of it.

#gabs writes #alex turcotte #la kings #alex turcotte x reader #nhl imagine #gabs' house

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mrsmiagreer · 10 months

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I like all my kisses french

Warnings: A little cussing, kissing (Duhh😋), a little suggestive

Characters: Teen!Bestie (GN) × Teen!Blake

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“Okay we can try again”

The giggles echoed in the room, two teens sitting on a bed. Bestie’s mom stepped out for just a little while, said she was heading up the street, back to the store, because she forgot an ingredient for the dinner she was making. Gave Bestie and their very trusted best friend Blake alone time in the former’s bedroom.

They’ve known eachother since 3rd grade, and have been inseparable since. Now, having just ended their junior year, they’re continuing to be inseparable. Just, in a more creative way.

Blake nodded and waited for Bestie to make the call on when they try again. For him, everything was at their pace, he had a lot of patience. He wasn’t fully paying attention by the time they were ready, he was too busy staring at their features.

“Everything about them is perfect” He thought

They soon gave him a small smile and wrapped their arms around his neck, knocking him out of his trance.

“Okay remember. Don’t fully lick, just press your tongue against mine. Got it?”

He nodded again before letting them come to him, placing his hand on their cheek as their lips enveloped each other. The kiss was slow at first, but quickly picked up the pace as Bestie opened their mouth a little wider, causing Blake to open his wider. Now it was less of a kiss and more of a make out session.

Blake so badly wanted to show Bestie that he was desperate and craving their touch all the time, but now wasn’t the moment. He had to be sure that they were sure. And he knew that day would come in a near future, so he wouldn’t rush it.

He followed their direction and gently poked his tongue out at their lip, hinting that he was ready for more. They obliged, and slipped their tongue into his mouth.

Their tongues moved gracefully against eachother. Blake’s hand moved from their cheek to their waist, pulling them a little closer to him, eliciting a moan from them. Their hand that was previously loosely draped around his neck moved up to his nape, holding the back of his head to press their lips closer together. The two were lightly moaning and cursing into each other’s mouths and gripping onto anything they could touch, seconds away from ripping one another’s clothes off and going all the way.

They were so deep into this kiss that they didn’t hear Bestie’s mom come back home. And they didn’t notice she was back home until they heard the click clack of her heels coming up the stairs.

“Oh fuck she’s back” Bestie whispered as they turned towards the closed door. They swung their legs out of Blake’s lap and threw their arms off of his neck, repositioning themselves to an appropriate pose. Blake brushed his half raised shirt down and quickly grabbed a pillow that Bestie kept around to cover his slowly growing bulge. They both pulled out their phones and pretended to do something on them before she came in.

“Hey you two, Dinner’s almost ready! Whatcha in here up to?”

“Oh nothing mom just playing a game”

“Not much really just texting my friends back”

The responses confused the mom a bit from trying to hear two people speak at once, but she smiled and turned around. Leaving the door open. Like any mom would.

“Shit that was close” They both thought, before laughing.

“Sooo…..How’d I do this time professor?” Blake asked, flirty and cocky smile on his face and leaning closer to them.

“Hmm…I’d give you a C- this time. Could’ve been better.”

“What?!”

“Looks like you’ll have to come back to retake your test huh?” Bestie teased

Blake blushed a little, understanding their message, and sitting up straight and looking them in their eyes.

“Bet”

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A/N: Heyyy! Niyah again. So, nobody asked for this one but I’m literally in love with Blake, so i decided to write a little about him. Btw: I have no idea how well proofread this is, so i’m sorry if there’s any mistakes.

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted headcanons #redacted blake #redacted bestie #redacted balance #mia makes a statement

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weasleywinchester · 2 years

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Slow Motion - Ch. 5

This Feeling’s so Surreal

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Warning: Smut (piv, oral), also literally flying very fast

Series Summary:

I mean, love at first sight has to exist for some people. Guess you’re one of the lucky ones. Bob had said it so nonchalantly. Like it was a thing that could, did, happen in real life. And yet here he was, Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw, falling for you faster than his plane could take off. But even if everything felt slow motion, was it possible the two of you were moving too fast?

Chapter Summary:

Ever since you first date two weeks ago you and Bradley have been almost inseparable. He’s been to your place, you’ve stayed at Mav’s and you’ve showed up to every night out together. And now it seems you both feel you’re ready for the next step.

Wednesday, two weeks later

You sigh, rolling over to find the space beside you empty. You frown, eyes still closed as you remember Bradley went to Mav’s last night to work on something.

“Hey Siri, call Bradley.”

“Calling Bradley, blue heart emoji, rooster emoji, red heart emoji.”

“Morning beautiful.” He happily grumbles after two rings.

“Mornin’ handsome. Made progress on your project — last night?”

Bradley chuckles as your yawn stretches your words.

“Ya, just last few touches and it’ll be ready.” He glances over at the card table where it’s sitting nicely in it's box.

“Mmm, that’s good.” You sigh.

“Was about to call you and see if you wanted to grab breakfast.” He grunts, sitting up and searching for some clean clothes.

“Bagels?” Your voice sounds more awake now.

“Mmm ya that sounds good. Little place down the street?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Walk or drive?”

“Let’s walk. It’s nice and foggy outside.” He can hear your shuffle around, opening and closing your closet as you pull out your own set of clothes.

“Who are you talking to this early in the morning?” Mav pokes his head into Bradley’s room.

“(Y/N). We’re going to grab breakfast at the bagel place down the road, want anything?” Bradley smiles.

"Don't you two have work?"

"Admiral's in a big meeting this morning, so later start."

“Well, spend your morning off with your girlfriend.” He chuckles “She obviously can’t live without you.” He yells so that you can hear him.

“Your fault Mav!” You shout back, both men chuckling at you.

“See you in a few minutes babe.” Bradley adds before he hangs up.

“When you givin’ it to her?” Mav nods to the box on the table.

“Thought about this weekend. We all know where us pilots end up on our days off.”

“The base. It is the perfect backdrop.” Mav nods, pushing off the door frame and picking it up. “I’ll put the last of it together and text you when it’s ready.”

“Will you bring it by? Keep Red from guessing her own surprise.”

“Ya, sure thing.” Mav smiles, patting his love sick nephew on the shoulder as he walks out.

_______

The chilly beach air swirls around as you leisurely walk down the street. The morning is quiet, seagulls squawking overhead, the gentle pit pat of your sandals echoing off the line of houses.

“Remember when you said you’d fly with me?” Bradley asks, pulling you close to kiss the top of your head.

“I do, and you have yet to take me up.”

“Maybe I can take you Saturday?” His words come out quieter than he meant. His confidence waivers when he remembers there is still a possibility you could say no.

“Mmm, I’d like that.” You smile, still a little sleepy. You gently tug on his arm and he leans down so you can press a kiss to his lips.

“Just take it easy, I’m not used to flying in something so small and so fast.”

“You got it Red.” He chuckles as you both step into the restaurant.

_______

Thursday

“Almost! Almost! Almost!” You chant as you watch Hangman maneuver the plan along the path. You’re all glued to the screen as it ticks down the seconds. He almost made it when the S.A.M. Buzzer goes off, signaling he's been hit. The group lets out a collective sigh as Hangman curses through the comms.

“Run it again?” Simpson turns to you. You share a look, one of exhaustion mixed with a little frustration.

“No. Give the results to analytics. We’ll pick up again tomorrow.” You sigh.

“Cain won’t be happy about that.” Rooster comments, coming to stand by you.

“He’s not happy that you guys are still flying instead of his drones.” You shoot back. A loud ping draws your attention to the Admiral.

“Analytics. Have a few new specs to add into tomorrows run. And Cain will be joining us.” Simpson nods.

"Oh joy." You grimace. "At least that means we can enjoy the weekend."

"How do you figure that?" Bob asks, his brows raised sky high.

"Cain is here to make sure everything is on tack; after all he is still running his unmanned program. He'll get his report, be disappointed and leave." You shrug.

"We're almost a month in (Y/N)." Simpson reminds you.

"And two days off will only bring rested bodies and souls." You shoot back. He mulls the idea over, before giving you a curt nod and showing himself out.

“How’d you do that?” Phoenix frowns. In all her years of service she’s never seen an admiral agree with time off.

“Admiral knows I get crabby if I don’t get my days off. Plus if you guys think you’re getting time to relax, you’ll think of some new ideas. And analytics does actually need time.” You proudly smile.

“Where have you been all our lives?” Fanboy dreamily sighs, looping an arm around your neck.

“Stuck in the desert with Mav!” You laugh, playfully slapping him away.

“All I can say is we are very happy you’re here with us now.” Rooster grins as he stands behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle. The group erupts in awe’s and fake vomiting noises as you twist to give Rooster a kiss on the cheek.

“Me too.”

_______

Friday

“You hoppin’ in today Red?” Hangman smiles into your ear as he passes by.

“Ready when you are.” You shoot back, looking up from your tablet.

“Mmm, don’t think your boyfriend would like your first time being with me.” He gives you a cheeky wink, which is met with a slap upside the head from Phoenix.

“I don’t understand how Rooster hasn’t killed you yet.” She grumbles, the corner of her mouth tugging into a small smile.

“What is this about killing Hangman?” Rooster whispers into your ear, giving your side a squeeze.

“Just the usual.” You shake your head.

“Everyone huddle up.” Simpson barks. Everyone takes a seat, Mav sliding in next to you.

“Hey stranger.” You bump his shoulder.

“Guess I should say thanks.” He smiles. “Thought Penny was going to personally come down here and demand they put me to work.”

“Mav!” Both you and a Rooster groan in Penny’s honor. The team has been flying full speed ahead in to the latest attack plan, but you have yet to figure out that last piece of the puzzle. You had asked if Mav could consult, he practically knew everything that was happening anyways, and Admiral Simpson agreed. Be prepared to fight with Cain about it, he’s not a fan of Maverick.

“I don’t think any introductions are needed. Maverick, the floor is yours.” Simpson gestures to the podium. Mav gives your knee a quick slap as he hops up and starts giving an overview of what the day’s training will be.

“Bradley…” you whisper. He hums in acknowledgement but keeps his eyes forward. “Do you think everyone thinks of me as part of the team?” It was one thing to be the admiral’s assistant, and Bradley’s girlfriend, but none of the people in this room have been with you on a project like this.

“Did no one tell you you’re plane is out there waiting?” Bradley smiles, giving you a quick peck on the cheek.

_______

A few hours later.

“Talk to us Red.” Rooster pants in between large swigs of water.

“Mav's help this morning has put everyone in the right time constraint. Now just to start practicing for different scenarios.” You look up the window just in time to see Fanboy and Halo bail out of their latest attempt.

“Unmanned aircraft would have been a more efficient choice.” A voice booms behind you. You feel Rooster’s arm quickly move off of you, and the rest of the gang takes a few steps back.

“And yet, it’s not the one the Navy decided on.” You shoot back.

“There’s still time to change that.” Cain comments, standing next to you at the window.

“Maybe. But you have been tasked with making sure these pilots,” you nod toward the group behind you, “and those planes” you point out to the runway, “are ready to successfully complete this mission.” You give him a hard look.

“So what have we learned from today?” He stares directly into your soul, his gaze unyielding.

_______

“And then he asked for a brief of the day-“

“And she looked ready to slap him with her clipboard.”

Mav and Bradley break into a laughing fit as they tell Penny and Amelia about your first day.

“Why don’t you like Cain anyways?” Amelia shakes her head.

“I don’t know. He reminds me of the bad guy from National Treasure 2.” You shrug as everyone laughs.

“Well I’m glad the day went well, but you two better get some sleep, you’re both in for a few more weeks of long work days.” Penny remarks as she puts away the leftovers.

“That’s true.” You sigh, standing up to help clear the table.

Bradley frowns, you’re not one to go home early from anywhere. You’re always the first one there and the last one to leave. He watches as you gather the glasses, standing up and taking them from you.

“She gets to hang with us and watch planes fly all day, how is that work?” Mav chuckles as he gathers the dishes.

“Because she’d rather go shopping with me, duh!” Amelia points out.

“You two go, let me take care of this.” Mav shoos your hands away from the messy table and pecks you on the cheek.

“We can help.” You laugh, giving Penny a hug.

“But if we don’t have to…” Bradley teases as he gives Mav a hug.

“Get out of here!” Penny whips her kitchen towel at the two of you until you make your way outside.

Bradley quickly laces his fingers through yours as you make the short walk home.

“You feelin’ ok Red?” He bumps you lightly.

“Ya, why?”

“We normally fall asleep on the couch when we have dinner there.” He nods back toward the house.

“Maybe I wanted to be alone with you at home.” You tug him down to your level, giving him a quick kiss.

“I like the sound of that.” He hums. As you two walk up to the front door Bradley steps out of the path of light so you can unlock it.

“I wanted to give you something.” You blurt, as you turn to face him. You quickly fish your keys out of your pocket and unhook something from them; gently taking his hand and placing an object in his palm.

He brings it into the light: it’s a tiny Agent Carter key chain with a silver key attached to it.

“That way you can come and go as much as you want.” You whisper, heart hammering so hard you think it might break your sternum.

He gently runs his thumb over the key, smiling up at you. He puts one hand behind your neck, bringing your mouth to his. The heat of your mouth steels all the air from his lungs, forcing his lips to let go of yours. His forehead stays pressed to yours, smile growing with every breath.

“You know this means I’m never leaving, right?” He chuckles, pressing his mouth back to yours. You let out a happy sigh that makes his blood pump a little faster.

“That’s what I was hoping for.” You nod toward the door. He quickly unlocks it with his house key, pulling you inside and pressing you into the door as it clicks closed. His mouth captures yours in a searing kiss that sends a electric shock down your spine. A whine escapes your throat as his pulls away, only to be replaced with a satisfied moan when his mouth attached to your neck.

“Bedroom.” Is all you whisper and he yanks you down the hall, giving small kisses to wherever he can reach as he peels your clothes off. When he reaches the bed he sits, peeing his shirt off and pulling you into his lap. Tongues and teeth collide as hands paw at any piece of clothing that's still in the way.

“I love you (Y/N).” He grins.

“I love you too.” Your lips clash once more, as he guides you back onto the bed, laying you down as his lips explore your body.

“Wanna taste you, baby.” He whispers. He wiggles his way down your body until he’s nestled in between your thighs; the scent alone makes his water. Your fingers gently card through his hair, snapping him out of his daze long enough to take one long swipe through your folds, ears ringing from the beautiful moan that pushes past your lips. The taste of you is better than anything, it’s more addicting than flying. He’s not sure how he could have survived so long without it, without you. He gently pushes one finger inside you with ease, quickly followed by a second. A few short flicks of his tongue and he feels your walls flutter around his fingers, your legs going limp as his name bounces off the walls.

“Fuck.” You pant. You feel Bradley litter your inner thighs with kisses as he makes his way back up your body

“Ready beautiful?” He whispers into your sternum. He lavishes on breast with with his tongue, taking his time until your nipple is hard and sensitive. After he pay the other equal attention, he looks up at you, realizing you never answered.

“Always ready for you.” You smile at him, pulling him by the chin until his mouth meets yours. He quickly shucks off his pants, his hard cock hitting your thigh. You reach for a condom on the nearest beside table, slipping it on him. He positions himself at your entrance slowly pushing in, his teeth scraping against your neck as you stretch for him.

“Fuck, feel so good.” He grunts, trying to keep some semblance of control.

“Faster.” You choke out. He grips one of your legs, hooking it on his hip and drags his cock almost all the way out, and thrusting back in. You hook your arms under his shoulders as he drills into you. The tip of his cock hits deep inside, pushing on the one place you could never quite reach on your own.

“So fucking perfect.” He praises, relishing in the feeling your stubby nails scraping his back, your hot breath fanning along his neck.

“Almost.” You whine.

Thank god. He can’t hold on much longer, not when you feel this good wrapped around him. He grinds into a little harder, trying to rub your clit without having to let go of your thigh. He looks up just in time to see your face in a silent scream, body stiff beneath him as your walls clamp around him.

And that does it for him. He spills his load into the condom, giving a few more thrusts and flopping beside you.

“I wanna ride you next time.” You pant, turning your head to look over at him.

“Don’t you mean next round?” He grins, rolling back on top of you and peppering you with kisses.

_______

Saturday

“I like the jumpsuit.” You turn to show Bradley.

“Looks good Red.” He chuckles, giving you a kiss on the forehead. He laces his fingers through yours.

"So how did you convince the Navy to let you take off from the base? Though we would have gone to the local airport."

"You can thank Mav for that." He whispers, pulling you toward his f-18.

"Where are we going?"

"We need to take pictures in my plane! Can't have you suited and booted and not get pictures." He pulls you around to stand next to his plane. You watch as he pulls down the ladder and reaches for something inside.

“And you gotta put this on first.” He says, handing you a helmet.

“Mmm, who’s sweaty helmet do I get to…” your mouth goes dry when you flip to see “Red” printed on the front.

“You’re one of us.” He whispers. You look up at him, following his eyeline, finding your work family has gathered around.

“Ready to fly with the team?” Bob smiles. They’re all dressed in their jumpsuits, waiting for you to say something.

“Let’s fly.” You grin. They all erupt in a loud cheer, swallowing you in group hug.

“Ok, ok! Let’s hurry before Admiral Simpson regrets letting us do this.” Mav shouts, pushing a few of the pilots towards their planes. “Ready?” He smiles when he finally unburies you from the crowd.

“This actually my life?” You hug him.

“Wait until you get into that plane.” He chuckles. He takes the helmet from your hands, smiling at your nickname and sliding into your head. He easily does the chinstrap and helps Rooster gear you up.

“See you two up there.” He winks and jogs around to his plane.

"Wait, I actually get to fly in your plane?" You gasp, gently touching the nose of it.

"Wouldn't have anything less." He gives your hand a squeeze, helping you into the plane, making sure you're strapped in and giving you a detailed emergency evacuation plan. After you go over that a few times he settles into his seat and gets himself ready.

“Red?”

“Rooster.”

He can hear the smile on your voice, which makes him smile wider.

“Before I forget.” He slides his phone out of his pocket, holding it high enough to see the both of you.

“That’s going on the wall.” You laugh through the comms.

“The one here, at home or at Mav’s?” Rooster laughs.

“Yes.” You giggle. You hear Bradley start flipping switches, the plane rumbling to life.

“Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen and welcome to Red’s maiden flight in an F-18. Please fasten your seatbelts and prepare for takeoff.” Hangman dramatically announces through the comms. You look to the side, seeing a helicopter take off as you and Rooster are taxied out to the runway.

“Who was that?”

“Photographer. Gotta get all those beautiful golden hours pictures for you Red.” He turns his head to flash you a smile.

“Rooster, you're clear for takeoff.” A voice announces. The engines fire up, the sound becoming louder than the beat of your heart as you take off. You can feel the moment when you’re no longer attached the ground, much like when a rollercoaster topples down the first drop.

Rooster can hear your steady breathing over your mic, he can feel the excitement and terror rolling off of you.

“Look out your window.” He tells you; you’re lucky enough to not have to work on this plane ride, you can sit back and enjoy.

You look to your right to see Phoenix and Bob pull up next to you.

“You were meant for the sky Red.” Phoenix salutes.

“Thanks Phoenix.” You breathe out, your lungs finally filling with air. You watch as they peel away from you.

“I’m going to second that.” Mav adds. You look to the other side to see his plane swing up and around until he’s flying upside down above you.

“Ready?” He grins.

“Let it rip.” You smile back. Rooster and Mav spin into a controlled dive, both laughing when your scream of excitement turns into a fit of laughter. Mav peels away after a few rounds and Rooster brings the plane back to the high altitude.

“My turn.” Hangman says, his plane lowering down to your level.

“Race?” Rooster smirks.

“Call it Red.” He winks.

“Ready, get set… go!” You scream as both planes jet forward. They curve around, speeding back towards your starting point until a buzzer goes off.

“Looks like Rooster and Red have it.” Simpson chuckles through the comms. “Fly a few formations and come back down.”

“Yes sir.” You all say in unison. Rooster easily guides the plane into formation with the others, taking everyone through a few standard drills.

You try to see it all. The world somehow moves so fast and yet so slow as the plane climbs and glides through the late afternoon sun.

Rooster can feel the excitement bouncing off of you, hearing your shift around in your seat to watch as his team expertly flies in formation.

By the time you land the sun has disappeared under the horizon, the beauty of the sky covered in the evening fog. You unbuckle yourself, letting Rooster guide you out of the plane.

“Best flight ever.” He says softly.

“Agreed.” You smile as he wraps his hand around the back of your neck and brings your mouth to his.

_______

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FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS; jack harlow

pairing: younger!jack harlow x fem!reader

category: smut

summary: you're worried that kissing your best friends was going to ruin your friendship, but at the end, both of you wants something more.

warnings: first of all, they're both over 18. smoking, marijuana, oral sex (fem recieving), fingering, high sex, protected sex. MINORS DNI or you'll be blocked.

a/n: hey eveyone! here i am again with more smut. next one is going to be fluff or angst, i promise. hope y'all like it <33

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You feel like your day didn’t started like the others. Maybe because you've been waiting for this all week, and the day that kept running through your head has finally arrived. You’ve been going crazy on your own, from overthinking. You think you really need therapy, but it's not your focus right now. It's two-thirty in the afternoon and you don't know how many times you've changed your clothes in the last thirty minutes. Always wondering why you're getting ready to see the person you've seen every almost every day.

You and Jack have been friends since you were one. Your parents moved to the house next to his, and as you two have the same age, you bonded very well. You were inseparable, best friends, doing everything together. But the last you guys saw each other, you end up kissing. And not once, but multiple times. In all those years, you never really had a big interest on him, never kissed or touched each like last week. Was crazy news for you. The funny part was how you end up there, kissing him for hours.

The music was too loud. You get outside alone, as Jack keeps talking to some people, leaving you by yourself. Was not really for long though, you can see him walking through the door, holding a joint in his hand. He walks in your direction, siting by your side.

“God, you’re wasted” you say to him, getting the weed of his hand and smoking it yourself.

“So are you” he rolls his eyes, laying down on the pool chair “You look hot though”

"Oh, thanks. I know” you say, laughing and lying next to him “Let me take off these glasses, I barely can see your eyes” you take it off his face, staring at the blue eyes.

“You see them everyday”

“But I like looking at them. They’re pretty” you smile, pretty high too.

You two stare at each other for a long time, sharing the joint. He looks at your lips a few times, breathing heavily.

“I know that sounds weird, but I really wanna kiss you” he says, looking at your lips.

“You can if you want to” that wasn’t the best idea you’ve ever heard.

And just like that, you two end up kissing for hours. Only getting separated when you had to go home

After the party, you and Jack didn’t talked much. The few times you saw him you just keep the conversation on the basics, not mentioning the kisses. Today you’re going to his house, something you guys had agreed a long time ago and you that you couldn’t just bail him. Finally, after a few more fights with yourself, you decide what clothes you’re going to wear. You end up choosing a pair of looser denim shorts and a T-shirt that I cut off at the ribs. You feel normal enough to go out on the street and not judge yourself every time you see your reflection.

You are on a break from college, and Jack’s doing his things, so you two had time. Your parents are on a cruise with his parents, and Clay probably wasn’t home, so you were going to be alone. You still lived by each other, so seconds after you’re already in front of the house, calling the boy, waiting to be answered. Five minutes pass and there he is, his face scrunched up.

"Good morning… It's almost four o'clock, and we had plans,” you say, walking into the house.

“Yeah, sorry, I was sleeping.” he closes the door, walking behind you to his bedroom.

"We literally confirmed it like two hours ago. How could you be asleep?” you lay on his bed, looking at his sleepy face.

"I’m so tired, I didn’t even remember texting you” he crawls under the covers and between the pillows “I’ll be up in a second, just pretend your home and do whatever you want”

And since you can't fight a sleepy Jack, you settle in there too, stealing his headphones and before you know it, you've already slept and woken up with the movement around you. Jack finds himself sitting on the other side of the room, swiveling in his chair as he sips his indispensable tea.

“Good morning…again.” you look at the lights on, which showed that it was already dark.

“Good night, Cinderella.” he stops the chair, looking in your direction.

"Wouldn't it be Sleeping Beauty?" you get up, sitting on the bed.

“Yeah, same thing.” he shrugs, swiveling his chair again and now stopping in front of his laptop.

“Your knowledge of princesses delights me,” you say wryly, heading to the bathroom.

When you got back, you sit on the bed again, looking at him. You breathe heavily, knowing that you have to talk about what happened. The problem is that you just couldn't stop thinking about it for the entire week. You enjoyed kissing him. Being with him that way, even though you’re wasted. You liked everything and a part of your brain wanted to have the experience again.

“And there's old Y/N overthinking it, as usual,” Jack says, catching your attention.

“I just got distracted, sorry” you look back at the TV, adjusting your posture on the bed.

“Remember when I asked you if I would ever distract you enough for your brain to stop working for a bit?”

“Not exactly in those words, but little, yeah” where is this conversation going?

“So, I've been thinking about it these days,” he says, making you arch an eyebrow.

“You’ve been” you ask suspiciously, trying to understand where this is leading us.

“Yup. I've come to some conclusions” he runs a hand through his curls.

"Keep talking.” you clap him on the shoulder and he lets out a laugh.

“First, you need a joint. Second and the rest, only in practice...” he says suggestively and by the sexual tenor of his speech you have a brief idea of which direction you are heading.

"And do you have a joint for me?"

“And when not?" He smiles, getting up of the chair.

You watch him as he goes through his drawers. It doesn't take long for him to find the cigarette and light it, dragging and then handing it to you. You do the same gesture as him, sucking in air. Jack smiles at you, sitting down next by your side. In a reflex, you’re lying on his shoulder as his right hand grips your thigh. You share the joint, as usual, and in a few minutes, you feel more relaxed. The boy's fingers next to you graze your skin lightly, causing a nice sensation.

“I think we should talk about what happened” you say, breathing out the air stuck on your lungs.

“What happened?” he looks at you, with an overconfident smile hiding on his lips.

“Don’t act like I’m dumb, I hate when you do it”

“Sorry” he laughs a little bit “The kissing thing?”

“Yeah, the crazy kissing thing” you roll your eyes.

“Do you like it?”

And there's a question to confuse you. Actually, him asking you that, confuses you. You did. But what could happen if you tell him that? He’s literally your best friend and you’re still not sure how you friendship is going to turn in to after this talk, and you sure didn’t wanted to lose him.

“Dude, Y/N, you don't even are high yet, you just can't stop getting distracted… It's actually funny.” Jack catches your eye again and you give him a light slap.

“You asked, I was thinking about it, give me a second”

"Just with all that thinking I already know the answer” he fixes strands in your hair, as he always does.

“I like it, okay? I felt great. But... this wasn’t supposed to happen, right?”

“Y/N we never did that shit that we couldn’t hook up when we were kids. It was a normal thing, we spend so much time together that I'm surprised it haven't happen before, I always thought you’re pretty and shit, you know that... It’s fine, for me at least”

“Yeah, was a hook up. Nothing more, we’re still friends"

“The best of friends” he reassures, looking into your eyes “But yeah, can we do it again? I really like that shit”

It’s a second between you nodding and him kidding you. And in middle of kissing, you realize a big difference between kissing someone you're passionate about and kissing someone you trust but only feel attraction to. It's like everything is more carnal. You could easily let him do whatever he wants to you, you kind of already is, and you know you'd still be enjoying it. You don't know how to explain it properly, but it's good. There are no demands or expectations there, it's just... you can't put the feeling into words, but can you consider the fine line between confidence enough and... horny?

At least that's how you feel as he runs his fingertips along the bare length of your right leg while his other fingers are tangled in the strands of the hair at the back of your neck. At one point Jack, who is always in control of the situation, lays you on the bed, getting on top of you. You can't help but let out a sigh, breaking the kiss. He stares at you with his pretty blue eyes for a few seconds, until he returns his attention to your neck, which he seems to like so much, and pulls the strands of hair out of there, placing them on one side only.

And now he plants a few kisses over your skin, while the fingers of his right hand cup your chin, making room for him to explore. You can't describe exactly what sensations he causes you, but he's very good at it. So good that you let out an involuntary moan as he sucks on your skin, which makes you bring your hand to your mouth. He chuckles against your neck, lifting his face right away.

“I got it,” he says in a cocky tone. “You were so distracted you moan. My goal has been completed.”

“No shit, fuck you, Jack” you say, rolling your eyes.

He lets out a smile, bending down towards you again, kissing you. You wrap your arms around his neck as you deepen the kiss. You kind of like the fact that he's in control. The two of you started your sex life around the same time, yes, he told you the first time he had sex with someone and you told him, it was always a normal thing for you. Anyway, Jack has more experience than you do, so does something tell you he knows what to do? Not that you don't know, but you always like it when people have new things to show you.

"And what are you thinking now?" he asks, kissing your nck again.

“Why do you care so much about what I think?” you retort.

“I just want to hear you say that you're thinking about me right now.” He kisses your jaw, placing both hands at your waist.

“Want me to feed your ego?"

“You still ask? Of course I do,” he replies, making you laugh.

“So yes, Jackman, I'm thinking of you,” you say and he denies it.

“It's not worth it anymore, you're only saying that because I asked him to” he tries to hold back the smile, making you roll your eyes.

“Dude, you annoy me so much. Just continue what you were doing, please” now he smiles, however, different than expected, maliciously.

Jack kneels on the bed, facing you. Before you could ask what he was doing, his fingers found the hem of your shirt, pulling it off your body. He examines your covered breasts, running his tongue over his lips. But he doesn't go for what you want him to, his eyes analyze you some more and his icy fingers meet your skin, drawing the ribs. You bite your bottom lip, trying to control yourself not to tell him to do anything. You kind of started to like this little game.

"Wait, I need to..." and in the same second he gets up, getting out of bed and going to the other side of the room.

However, a song that you have no idea the name starts playing and then he comes back to you, pulling the black shirt off his body. You sit on the bed, supporting your hands behind your body, and he kneels back down to face you. His fingers now run down your back looking for the non-existent clasp on your bra.

“It's easier for you to pull it off, you know? It doesn't have an opening,” you explain and he rolls his eyes, digging his fingers into the lace side.

Jack pulls the bra from your body, running his fingertips along the length of it as your skin becomes bare. He smiles victoriously as he leans back, staring at your breasts like you’re some kind of rare, never-before-seen masterpiece. His thumbs find your nipples, massaging them in a gentle but still hot way. You can't hold back the moan when his mouth takes the place of his fingers, and you know he's smiling inside. You grip the strands of his hair, tugging at them as the touch of his tongue intensifies against you skin.

You think a thing, if you were to describe these sensations in poetry right now, would be heaven and hell. First heaven, it's like in paradise, something you searched for a long time, without knowing what it really was, but since nothing is perfect, sin comes, then, the fantasy of hell. But you think even hell has its good parts. The heat, the feeling of burning skin, the sting and despair. But here comes the downside... Should you be doing this? But you try to ignore it, at least for now.

Thinking of his mouth sliding down your belly is better It's pure luxury. His eyes brim with lust, his mouth moistened by his saliva makes you thirsty, his once icy fingers now ignite on your skin. When he blows your skin you want to scream, but you don't. You just stare into his blue eyes.

“I think you better not look at me like that,” he mutters, bringing his fingers to the button of your shorts.

“And why not?”

“I'm kind of trying to be a patient person here, you know? You with that look make me want to...” He doesn't finish the sentence, but ends up taking your shorts off.

Jack tosses the piece to the floor with the others, turning back to stare at you. It doesn't bother you at all, in fact, at that moment, you would turn into a statue if he were to look at you the same way all day. But he soon catches his fingers between the waistband of your lilac panties and sucks in a breath, raising his eyes to stare at yours, as he pleases the last piece of your body slowly.

He sighs once more, and in a second, you’re lying on the bed as he distributes a few kisses on your lap, shoulders, between your boobs, ribs, pelvis, and finally ends up with his lips on your stomach. Part of your brain goes half unconscious as soon as his hands spread your legs apart and he buries his face between them. And once again moaning is uncontrollable. You have no idea, but you wonder for a second if you’re about to freak out like this because of the buildup that you didn't even know existed.

His tongue explores all over your skin and you want to scream really, really loud. As soon as he gives the necessary attention to the part that most needs it at the moment, you take a deep breath, grabbing his hair. You have the perfect view of him between your legs, sucking on you. His eyes meet yours for a few seconds and you feel the air in your lungs. You can't hold back the loudest moan of all and you feel like a scandalous bitch, but unlike you, he seems to have enjoyed it.

“It's okay, you don't have to hold back,” he takes his mouth away from you for a second, says and then back again, making you sigh heavily.

Your whole body was already on a path of no return. It's like every cell of yours depends on it. But he decides for himself that it’s not good enough and within seconds one of his fingers are inside you. You can hear him, and feel him, moan against your skin as he slowly curls his fingers inside you.

“Holy shit. You are just so fucking hot, ma” he lifts his face once more and you can see his red and wet lips “Okay, I need to be inside you now”

You don't have time to talk. His finger slips out of you and he gets up, taking off his pants, awkwardly as he paces around the room, until he finds a condom packet in one of his random drawers. Holy shit, he's got everything here. His fingers are now on your waist as he positions himself on you and in less than a minute you can feel him completely. His moans are a work of art, you could hear them all day, especially so close to your ears.

Jack besides burying himself inside you, his head rests in the hollow of your neck, while he moves, moaning on your skin and automatically you in his ears. You lightly scratch the hair on the back of his neck and he grabs your belly, holding it down. His fingers grip your skin and you couldn't have enjoyed the feeling more. But for the first time that night you decide to take control.

“Let me be on top,” you ask, and he accepts, turning you around and sitting on the bed.

You support your arms around his neck as he holds your hips, helping you move. You two moaned together several times, his fingers moving up and pressing your tits in a delicious way and his teeth found your chin, biting it. When you orgasm finally shows signs of starting, you start to ride faster, using his help. You squeeze his shoulders, moaning shamelessly. How far have you come?

“I'll…” you leave the sentence unfinished.

“I know baby, me too” he murmurs, sinking his kisses deeper into your skin.

No sooner said than done. In a few seconds you feel the sensation take over your body. Jack continues for a few more seconds, until he comes too and you fall over his body on the bed. He holds you, wrapping both arms around your waist and hugs you, kissing your forehead.

“Man, what was that?!” he asks, running a hand over his face.

“I don't know how to describe it” you roll to the side, lying down and facing the ceiling.

“And now?” He says after a few seconds of silence, making you roll your eyes slightly.

"I don't know…" you shrug, turning your face to face him.

"Friends with benefits?” he proposes, sticking out his pinky to you, your official form of promises.

“Friends with benefits, if that's what you want.” you take the little finger, pulling it until it unties the knot, promise made.

From best friends to best friends who have sex. Where did you get yourself?

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maskedtruths666 · 2 years

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New series I’ve been wanting to write for a while now. It’s gonna be an interesting one with a few parts to it. Hope you guys like it. Obviously, everyone knows their real names and IG but I will be using a fictitious name instead. DM me your thoughts!

Trophy Wife Part 1

Caylin, is Jack’s first love. They’ve been together for the longest time and they’ve been through thick and thin. Coming from a small town in Malaysia, they’ve never had the chance to explore the world. But things changed when they both got a job offer to work in Singapore. Caylin, a marketing executive got offered a permanent job with great benefits over in Singapore and Jack was offered a position as a trader in a financial firm over in Singapore too. Both were overjoyed as they could be together and start earning money in Singapore.

As a couple, they were each other’s first love and both had taken each other’s firsts. First hug, first kiss, first fuck. Everyone knew it was a matter of time before they got married. Both attended the same school, had the same clique, they were literally inseparable. They both even shared an apartment in Singapore when they eventually moved.

Months have passed since they moved to Singapore and their quality of life has never been better. Caylin was happy at her job and earning well. Jack was raking in the money as a trader and getting a hefty commission whilst doing so. It wasn’t long before Jack got promoted and with his promotion came a shit ton more money and status. He had his own office, his own secretary and his own team of traders under him. Raking in a cool mil a year in annual salary excluding bonuses was enough for him to secretly start planning for a wedding.

Jack started spoiling Caylin with more luxurious clothes and jewelry and they’ve both never been happier. Soon, Jack caught the eye of upper management because of his stellar track record and was invited to an annual dinner and dance. He made sure to pamper Caylin and bought her a stunning dress that showed her figure.

At dinner that night, it wasn’t the food or drinks that stole the show but Caylin. All heads turned when she walked past them and when Jack introduced her to his colleagues and bosses, the sentiment was the same. All the guys could not keep their eyes off her and all the girls hated her, except one girl, Karina. Karina was Jack’s direct rival in the company. Both had an intense rivalry and have a stellar track record. Both were identical in terms of money earned and on paper, both were indispensable.

“Woah dude, you’ve outdone yourself. Your girl is mad hot. Is she a trophy girl?” Jeremy asked.

“What? No dude. I’ve been with her for the longest time. We’ve been together since 10 years ago man. Why would I ever want a trophy girl?” Jack asked, puzzled at Jeremy’s question.

“Well, in the finance world, materialism is how we get more clients and stuff. So I figured you hired an escort to be your partner. It’s not like you tell us much about yourself.” Jeremy explained.

“Oh no dude. She’s mine. Legit.” Jack said, laughing it off.

Throughout the night, many guys kept texting Jack to ask if she’s an escort or a trophy girl, much to his annoyance. When he saw Francis animatedly chatting with Caylin, he felt an emotion he never felt before. Jealousy. With a poker face on, he approached the pair of them to assert his dominance over his girl. He put his arms around her waist and joined the conversation.

Pleasantly surprised by Jack’s action, Caylin whispered in his ear, “I like it when you’re jealous. Shows me you still care after 10 years and you’re not bored of me. Everyone’s been telling me about you and Karina and that has made me want you even more.”

“Follow me.” Jack said, keeping a poker face and he held Caylin’s hand and brought her out of the room. He hurriedly brought her to to toilet only to find the handicapped toilet in use.

“Oooh, someone wants me bad huh?” Caylin whispered as she reached down to caress his bulge.

“Yes. I want you now.” Jack growled, unable to control his lust. He saw a door leading to the staircase and he hastened his pace there. As he was leaving, Karina came out of the handicapped toilet and saw Jack bringing his girl away. She decided to follow them, curious to see what would happen.

The moment they entered the staircase, Jack pushed Caylin against the wall and started making out with her. Whilst making out, he had one finger in her already wet pussy. Upon discovering she was not wearing any underwear, he turned her around and bent her over the railing. With one hand covering her mouth to muffle any moans, his rock hard throbbing dick penetrated her from the back.

Karina at this moment, quickly went up one floor, entered the floor above them and quietly peeked from above. As she saw Jack ravaging Caylin from the back, she couldn’t help but want Jack to pummel her from the back too. Despite their rivalry, she’s always fantasized about being fucked hard by her rival at work and it so happens to be Jack. Whilst Jack was intensely fucking Caylin, Karina started finger herself, it was easy access as she was wearing a G-string and a rather low cut dress. With two fingers furiously rubbing her wet pussy, her other hand carefully covering her mouth to prevent her moans from escaping.

As Jack was pounding Caylin from the back, all he could think of were the guys who wanted to do this to his girlfriend. That gave him some sort of a sick fetish and his innocent love for her slowly turned into an obsession and power play sort of feeling. Sure he did love her still but something sick awoken in him.

As he continually penetrated her from the back, Caylin experienced many orgasms as she felt passion and lust and jealousy from Jack. Something that she has not felt for a long time and she loved it. As Jack was nearing his climax, Caylin dutifully knelt down like she always did and in that moment, Karina saw how big Jack’s dick is and her lust increased twofold.

As Caylin was sucking Jack off, she was careful to not get any saliva on her face as her make up was beautifully done. Soon, Jack exploded in her mouth and given the intensity of the quickie they had, it was a rather large load. Unable to swallow in time, a few drops of cum dropped from her mouth onto her dress. As always, Jack would finish off a sex session with a deep kiss with Caylin and once they were done, Caylin quickly made her exit to head to the washroom to freshen up.

“I’ll wait for you outside the toilet my dear. See you in a bit.” Jack said.

Just as Jack was about to exit the staircase, Karina made her entrance and said, “I saw what you did and you’ve made me horny. I want you inside me.”

Stunned, Jack could only stare at Karina. Sure, she is hot but he’s never thought about anyone else sexually because he only has eyes for Caylin. After all, in his eyes, she’s way prettier than anyone else.

Smiling seductively, Karina approached Jack quickly, pushed him against the wall. With one hand pulling his head backwards, she went straight for his neck and started giving him a love bite. Her other hand, reached down into his pants and started stroking his dick with her satin gloves.

Jack allowed himself to feel pleasure longer than he should have and quickly pushed Karina away. He left hurriedly but not before he heard Karina say, “You know you want me.”

He quickly went to the toilet to wash up and as he exited, he saw Caylin and Karina chatting happily. Being the observant girl she is, Caylin noticed a red mark on his neck and immediately asked, “Oh baby, did you start scratching yourself again or are your allergies acting up?”

“Oh I’m not sure baby. I think it’s a bite or something. It’s nothing. Don’t worry.” Jack said, trying to keep his composure.

As they re-entered the dining hall, Karina bade goodbye to Caylin and as she was leaving, she quickly grabbed Jack’s ass when Caylin wasn’t looking.

Part 2 coming soon

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c-is-writing · 3 years

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hey could i request from the prompt affection list one with kara danvers chaising readers lip after they pull away ? Thank you!

hello anon!! thanks for sending in a request, i hope you like it :DD

pairing: kara danvers x gn!reader

genre: fluff :))

word count: 1007

warnings: none

a/n: okay so i know i said i'd write blurbs but,,, i kinda got carried away with this one and ended up writing a whole fic lmao

6. chasing someone's lips after they pull away

Resting on the balcony railing, you watch as the sun begins to fade away, shades of blue and purple replacing the reds and oranges. As the day slowly comes to an end and night begins, you can’t help but think about a certain blonde. The golden hues that filled the sky were reminiscent of the smooth ponytail she often wore. A smile graces your lips as you remember her habits of always looking down bashfully, readjusting her glasses when she’s nervous or wants to get serious, and of course, the infamous forehead crinkle. Everything about her is just so perfect, so golden, so...kissable.

You quickly shake your head at the point, feeling your heartbeat stutter as you try to rid your mind of her bright smile. Groaning, you let your head fall against the railing. God I can’t believe this woman is literally living in my mind rent free. As you look back up, you prop your head up with your arm, hand resting against your warm cheek. You check the time on your phone, curious as to when Kara would get to your apartment. Earlier that day, the two of you had decided that you’d have dinner at your apartment and work together so you could be more productive.

It’s known that you and Kara are practically inseparable and the chemistry between the two of you is unmatched. While she writes the articles, you often capture the action shots to be paired up with the writing, always complimenting it perfectly. Realizing the time, you figure that Kara probably got busy with something and forgot since the plan was made last minute. You let out a sigh and continue watching over the city, admiring the street lights and stars above it. A wave of calm washes over you as you become entranced by the infinite night sky.

As the breeze begins to get cooler, you decide to head back inside and start working. Just as you turn around, a sudden gust of wind startles you. You quickly whip back around, eyes wide in fright, only to come face to face with National City’s one and only Supergirl hovering in front of your balcony. Being able to see her up close, there’s a sense of familiarity that you can’t seem to brush off. You lean against the railing once again and tilt your head.

“So, Supergirl, what brings you here?”

“I- well, um, I just happened to be in the area and it seemed like you needed some company out here on this balcony.”

Laughing at her flustered state, you respond, “Thank you for taking the time to drop by, it seems that my friend Kara forgot about our plans for tonight,” muttering under your breath, “I hope she’s alright, I haven’t gotten any texts yet.”

Kara, well, Supergirl perks up at those final words as her eyes widen in realization. Oh Rao, I really did forget, how could I? You watch as her demeanor shifts from flustered to worried and you question, “Supergirl, is everything alright?”

“Oh! Yes, of course. I just suddenly remembered something that I had to do.”

You hum in acknowledgement and study her face a little more. Now that you’re really paying attention, the radiant blue eyes and bashfulness reminds you of Kara. Wait. Kara? Looking over the superhero once more, something clicks; Kara Danvers, the reporter you have a crush on, is Supergirl.

After a beat of silence, you decide to do something about the realization.

“Hey, could I ask you a favor?

The blonde nods, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“Could you come closer for me?”

She complies and flies closer to you, resting her arms on the balcony railing as well. Taking a deep breath to calm your nerves, you move to the side of her head and whisper, “I know it’s you, Kara. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.” before pressing a soft kiss to her cheek. Pulling away, you smile nervously at her face of astonishment. Her hand unconsciously moves to the spot where you kissed her as she stutters out, “Y-you know? How? When? W-what?”

Your hand moves to rest atop the one resting on her cheek and admit your realization. After explaining how you knew it was her, she relaxes a bit before hesitantly asking, “Are you mad at me?”

“Me? Mad at you? There’s no reason for me to get mad at you for not telling me. It’s your secret to tell and it’s understandable why you want to keep your identities separate. At least, I know that you’re alive and being productive in a different sense. Although, a text letting me know you wouldn’t come would’ve been nice. I bought you some potstickers.”

“I know and I’m so sorry about not letting you know. I completely forgot because there was an emergency that I got called in for and then I realized I left my phone at work so I had to go back and get it. Again, I’m sorry about missing our plans because I was looking forward to having dinner with you because I have a crush on y- wait, did you say potstickers? Do you still have them?”

Your eyes widen at her sudden confession. Crush..on….me? ME? Quickly realizing that you’re just staring and she has asked you a question, you quickly nod but before you can say anything else, Kara gets a notification of another emergency. She groans and goes to apologize but you interrupt her with a gentle kiss. As you begin to pull away, she chases your lips and moves in for another kiss, successfully capturing your lips in a short but welcomed embrace.

“A second one for good luck,” she says with a wink and a smile on her face before flying off to her next emergency. Stunned by what just happened, a wide smile breaks out on your face as you go to text Kara.

“When you’re done, come back to my apartment. We can talk more about this over those potstickers you wanted.”

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t0wnspersonb · 4 years

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Practice Makes Perfect (Tsukishima Kei x Reader)

Rated: Explicit

Word Count: 3,823

Warnings: SMUT, loss of virginity, bad language, Tsukki being too damn beautiful.

Summary: It’s been several months after Tsukishima’s confession in the infirmary. You two are dating now, and after a study session in his room, you two decide to take your relationship to the next level.

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I hear you guys! I fucking see you!😂 we all need some Tsukki smut in our life so here is part 2 of Kiss it Better, I’ve included the link for anyone who hasn’t read the first part. I hope you all enjoy it and I would love the feedback afterwards:)

ALSO. I AM TAKING REQUESTS. I know I have some sitting in my inbox right now that I need to get to still so I apologize in advance if I can’t get your request out right away. But I literally adore all of you so much. Thank you for taking the time to read my shit writing:’) Anyway please enjoy the shit show lol.

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It had been several months since you and Tsukishima started going out, after his confession in the infirmary, and after you guys had walked home together – well – things just naturally fell into place.

It felt like your interactions were the same, he was still a cocky little asshole, teasing you and harassing you endlessly.

But it was different somehow. You guys were almost inseparable it seemed. There were sides to Tsukishima that only you got to see, an unsaid trust that went both ways. You confided in him, sought comfort in him, and he did the same. He was your person, and you were his.

You hadn’t realized how same and different it would be once you guys were in a relationship.

But you loved it all.

You loved every second of it.

You loved him.

You were in love with him, and while it was something that neither of you had said yet, that feeling was definitely there.

It was said through his endless lectures on how you needed to eat better, it was said through the way he held your hand, or when he carried your bag. It was said in the way that his eyes gleamed when you proudly showed him the latest photos you had taken.

It was said in the way that you praised him for being an amazing blocker in volleyball, it was said when you would give him a new dinosaur figurine. It was said when you would introduce him to a new song that reminded him of you.

No, you guys had never uttered the words ‘I love you’ to each other, but you did.

He did.

And that was all that mattered.

Right now, you two were currently cleaning up the classroom together, since it was your week to clean.

You guys easily conversed with one another as you wiped down the blackboard and Tsukishima swept.

“– because of those dimwits we had to do twice as many drills.” Tsukishima said, finishing his story on how exhausting yesterday's volleyball practice had gone.

“Kageyama and Hinata sure are energetic.” You mused, pausing your wiping to glance over at the tall blonde in amusement.

He sighed and looked over at you, “They’re idiots. They act like everyone has the same amount of stamina as them. It’s ridiculous.”

You couldn’t help the soft laughter that bubbled up from your lips. “I think you’re just lazy Tsukki.”

His eyes narrowed, but not at your comment, but at what you had called him. He had told you weeks ago to start calling him by his first name, considering that you guys have been dating for a while now.

He leaned the broom against one of the desks and walked over to you. You were near the teacher’s desk as you surveyed your work. He moved in front of your vision, towering over your small frame, causing you to crane your neck back to just look at his face.

He moved closer, his palm resting on the desk behind you, trapping you in.

“What’s the matter Tsukki?” you asked in confusion, your head tilting to the side.

His eyes narrowed further, a frown creasing his lips. “I told you to start calling me Kei.”

A soft blush covered your face as you broke the eye contact with him, suddenly feeling incredibly nervous.

“I – I know. It’s just a force of habit.” You mumbled quickly, shifting from foot to foot.

Tsukishima couldn’t help but smirk, leaning in closer to you, causing your back to press into the edge of the desk as you tried to put more distance between the two of you.

“Why are you acting so nervous?” he murmured, the hand not resting on the table coming up to move your hair over your shoulder.

You visibly flinched, which caused his smirk to widen as he saw the blush coating your face.

“I’m not nervous stupid!” you fired back, looking at him now. “You’re just too close!”

You could feel your heart racing, your palms accumulating sweat.

“I’ve been closer.” he said simply and pressed his body against yours, one of his thighs coming to rest between your legs. This caused your skirt ride further up your thighs, and you couldn’t help but clutch at the front of his uniform helplessly as you attempted to stabilize yourself.

Tsukishima wasn’t lying, he had been closer. Many times, in fact, in the comfort of his bedroom. While you guys had never actually had sex, it had gotten close.

If Tsukishima was being honest, it was because he couldn’t help himself. Your expressions were just too much, the sounds that escaped your mouth were incredibly sweet, it made him want more. Every time.

But the same could be said about you. Tsukishima was incredibly good looking, his lust filled expressions drove you insane, and the way he made you feel was just too good.

“S-Shut up idiot.” You moved to push him away from you, but he was already cupping your face and tilting your head up for a kiss.

You melted against him, kissing him back with vigor. You all but breathed want and need into his lungs as Tsukishima explored the wet cavern of your mouth, his tongue hot and wet as it rubbed against yours gently.

The kisses you shared always spoke volumes with how you were feeling. They ranged from short and sweet, to something incredibly passionate and needy.

Either one, they always left you breathless and needy, your head spinning with so much want and need.

Tsukishima’s grip on your jaw tightened ever so slightly as he continued to explore your mouth. His tongue tracing over your teeth and bottom lip before going back to massage your own tongue. You were at his will completely, not that you minded. Not that you could even think about anything else other than the way he was making you feel.

The leg between your thighs shifted suddenly and you felt yourself being pressed against his clothed thigh in the most intimate way. A surprised noise could be heard in your throat, and desire rippled through your body like a tidal wave.

Tsukishima pulled back slightly, allowing his lips to flutter against your jaw and down your throat. His fingers working at the buttons of your uniform.

You were left feeling delirious and incredibly achy. Your grip on his uniform tightening as you tried to get your bearings.

You finally realized where you were.

School.

You couldn’t do this here.

“Tsuki - ah - shima. S-Stop, we can’t do this here.” You gasped out, eyes fluttering shut in pleasure as he nipped at the exposed skin of your collarbone, and at the same time pressed himself harder against your core. His hands were now on your hips, and at the same time that he pressed his thigh closer to you, he had moved your body forward, causing you to grind against him.

Pleasure rippled through your being; you knew that you were soaking wet right now. It was unfair how well he touched you, how he knew how to make you hot and bothered.

“I told you to call me Kei.” he murmured and dragged your body against his thigh again. A delicious gasp escaping your spit stained lips.

“K-Kei. We c-can’t do this.” You whimpered out. “W-We could get caught. A-And if y-you’re late to practice, you know that Yamaguchi will be sent out to find you.”

He sighed deeply, and reluctantly pulled away from you, adjusting himself accordingly. You were right. He didn’t want anyone seeing you like that, that was for his eyes only.

It was so hard for him to not want to continue after he saw your disheveled form. It was fucking beautiful. Your lips were swollen with his kisses, your shirt unbuttoned, exposing the dark mark he had left on your soft skin. Your skirt was hiked up on your thighs, and your face was dazed with want and need.

Tsukishima gritted his teeth, stopping himself from pushing you up on that desk and having his way with you finally.

It was silent as you guys made yourselves presentable and finished cleaning up the classroom. The tension was thick in the air, lust buzzing in the air between you two.

Club activities flew by and so did the walk home. The tension never disappeared between the two of you, which had made Yamaguchi a bit nervous as you all walked home together. Of course, he wasn’t aware of what had transpired in the classroom, nor could he decipher what exactly the tension was, but he could feel the strange energy between the two of you.

“You’re coming over tomorrow right?” Tsukishima finally said as he dropped you off at home.

“Yeah. I definitely need help studying for that math test next week.” you sighed frowning slightly.

“That’s why you need to take better notes in class. You can’t just keep drawing like a mindless idiot all the time.” Tsukishima said, causing you to scowl at him.

“Whatever asshole! Goodnight! Text me when you get home. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!” You said childishly slamming the door in his face.

At least some things would never change between you two.

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You grumbled under your breath as you attempted the math problem in front of you.

You were in Tsukishima’s room, the said male was currently reading a book, sitting across the table from you and ignoring you completely as you struggled.

“I don’t get it.” You sighed, slouching your upper body on the tabletop. You hated math. It was your worst subject despite the good grades that you got.

His eyes flickered over to your dejected form before going back to his book. “Whining about it isn’t going to change anything.”

You scowled at his blunt statement, pulling your head up from the table, you stuck your tongue out at him. “Don’t be such an insensitive jerk.”

His eye twitched at your statement as he looked at you once more. Before he could retort his older brother entered the room carrying a plate of snacks.

“I thought you guys could use some food.” he said brightly, carefully placing the plate of food on the table.

Your mood brightened immediately. “Thanks, Akiteru!”

Tsukishima felt his eye twitch further, so you could easily call his brother by his first name but not his.

His brother smiled back, “No problem Y/n-chan! Ever since you and Kei started dating his mood has improved a lot!” he said, giving you a thumbs up.

Tsukishima slammed his book shut, placing it on the table and glowered at his older brother. “Don’t you have to go practice?”

He waved him off as he turned to look at you. “Who knew that Kei could get such a cute girlfriend!”

A soft blush coated your face much to Tsukishima’s annoyance, he stood up and began pushing his brother out of his room. As soon as he slammed the door shut and locked it, he turned his glare on you.

“S-Stop looking at me like that! I didn’t do anything.” You said nervously. He ignored you completely and took a seat right next to you, leaning in closer.

“What are you doing?” You whispered, your heart racing in your chest as he grabbed your chin, turning your head to look at him.

He was staring at you intensely. “You better pay close attention; I’m only going to help you go over this stuff once and if you miss any of the problems you can just go home.”

You frowned at his bluntness but nodded, nonetheless.

You weren’t sure how long it was, but you somehow finished the problems, and luckily didn’t get any of the answers wrong.

Tsukishima was surprisingly a good teacher. At least when he wanted to be, he was still incredibly impatient when teaching you, but you learned the material.

“Finally.” he muttered as you finished putting everything in your bag away, before you could say anything, he grabbed your arm and slammed his lips into yours.

You made a noise of surprise before kissing him back, eyes fluttering shut.

The kiss was hungry and desperate, his tongue prying your lips open and immediately beginning to fight your tongue for dominance. It was hot and wet and sent a wave of arousal throughout your entire body. The hand that was resting on your arm slid up to grab your jaw, fitting his mouth against yours perfectly.

His other hand moved to rest in the middle of your back, and before you knew it your world shifted.

Tsukishima had maneuvered your body to the floor, hovering over you. The hand that was on your back moved back around and you felt long slender fingers wrap around the back of your knee, carefully hiking your leg over his hip.

This new position allowed Tsukishima to get closer to you. He pressed his body into yours gently, being sure not to crush you with his weight. He adored the softness of your body, and the sweet smell of your skin.

But it wasn’t enough.

He wanted more.

Tsukishima carefully snapped his hips forward, pressing his growing member against you. The only clothing separating him from your weeping core was a pair of thin panties.

He groaned against your lips, pressing harder against you. A soft whimper from you egged him on, he couldn’t help himself. He grinded his hips harder against you, his member uncomfortably hard and searching for some kind of relief.

His lips began trailing kisses along your jaw and down your throat, his fingers brushing against your collarbone, pushing your shirt away to reveal more skin.

You gazed up at his ceiling in a daze, softly gasping at each thrust of his hips, you could feel your panties dampening further with your arousal as you clutched at his shoulders.

“Take these off.” he demanded huskily in your ear. He tugged at your jacket and shirt, his fingers dipping underneath the fabric and brushing against the delicate skin at your stomach.

“You first.” you breathed out, your own hands sliding beneath the blue shirt he opted to wear today. The tips of your fingers trailing softly against the hard lines of his stomach, his skin was warm and soft, the muscles flexing as he exhaled in a shudder.

He sat back on the balls of his feet, his hands easily removing his shirt, tossing it behind him on the floor. He almost moaned at the sight before him.

You were sprawled out on the floor, legs bent slightly at the knee, your skirt was hiked up just below your panties. Your face was flushed red, your eyes half-lidded as you stared him with desire. Your chest heaving up and down.

“Your turn.” he said simply and helped you sit half up. But before you could even remove the clothing yourself, Tsukishima was already at it. Pulling the jacket off your shoulders and then tugging your shirt over your head, revealing the soft white colored bra to his greedy eyes.

“Fuck.” he whispered under his breath, you were fucking beautiful, and you were all his. “Come here.” he breathed, pulling you easily onto your feet and then pushing you down onto his bed, crawling on top of you.

You loved the way he looked at you, like you hung the moon. Like you were the brightest thing he had ever seen in his entire life. It made you feel wanted, loved, adored.

Tsukishima’s lips easily found yours once again, still needy and urgent. He was pressed against you between your legs once more, grinding softly against your soaked core.

His fingers trailing up softly from the hem of your skirt, up your stomach, to your ribs, and then they were cupping your right breast.

Kneading you softly through the cup of your bra. Like before, his lips began trailing kisses along your jaw, sucking at your throat, and then to the tops of your breasts.

His breath was hot and damp against your overheated flesh, his tongue flicking out to taste your soft skin. You tossed your head back in pleasure, unable to stop the sweet moans and gasps that were escaping your lips as he began sucking and biting.

“K-Kei.” You stuttered out, eyes slipping shut in pleasure. He glanced up at you and reached to pull one of the straps of your bra down, allowing one of your breasts to pop out freely.

He watched as your exposed nipple began to harden before softly engulfing the pebbled bud into the hot cave of his mouth.

Fuck, he’s never heard anything as sweet as the moans and high-pitched whines that escaped your swollen lips.

You couldn’t breathe, the pleasure was overwhelming as he began flicking his tongue back and forth against your nipple. The back of your hand resting over your mouth, attempting to quiet the moans that were escaping your lips. Tsukishima began rolling your nipple between his teeth carefully, causing you to arch your back off the bed.

Hot white pleasure shooting into your body, your lower half was on fire, burning with so much need. You had soaked through your underwear completely, and your cunt was throbbing to be touched now.

“Please.” You whined out, chest heaving as you struggled to catch your breath. “K-Kei. Please.”

He hummed against your breast, releasing your nipple with a soft pop before moving up and pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

“What do you want?” he asked, voice low and deep. But he already knew that answer, his fingers already dancing across the zipper of your skirt, easily opening it, and pulling it down your legs, where you kicked it off of your ankles.

Tsukishima could have cum in his pants then and there. You had luckily decided to wear a matching bra and panties today, but that wasn’t why he was in awe. He could visibly see how wet you were.

Your wetness soaked through your panties; a dark wet spot easily being spotted by the tall blonde.

“Is this because of me?” he murmured, a long finger gently rubbing up and down against the stain. “You’re soaked.” he breathed out, feeling the moisture collect on his finger.

“Kei.” a high-pitched whine left your lips. “I-I want you. Please.”

He exhaled loudly through his nose and began removing the rest of your clothes, his gold eyes drank in your exposed body greedily.

This. this was all his. You were all his.

He then removed the rest of his clothes; his body bare for your eyes to see.

Tsukishima was the most beautiful person you had ever laid your eyes on. The muscles in his body flexing as you took him in, and then… he was fucking hard. It looked incredibly painful, his member pulsing and leaking precum.

Gently parting your legs further, he carefully rubbed his member against your glistening slit, moaning at the wetness.

This was it.

“Are you sure?” he asked softly, gazing at you with a gentle expression, his thumb rubbing softly against your knee.

You nodded, fearing that your voice would shake with the nerves you were experiencing, but the desire for Tsukishima overshadowed that. You wanted him.

He shook his head. “I need to hear you say it Y/n.”

“I want you Kei.” you said breathless. “I-I love you.”

You weren’t… fuck, you weren’t planning to say that. You could feel panic rising in your chest, your eyes widening as you took in his expression.

Tsukishima’s eyes were wide, his lips parted softly at your statement. A soft blush coating his face.

“I love you too.” he finally said, and then pushed his hips forward.

The sudden pressure below, the intrusion you weren’t used to had you gasping loudly, throwing your head back at the unfamiliar sensation.

The stretch wasn’t uncomfortable, there was the slight fear at the back of your mind that it would hurt based on all the stories that you had heard from your friends and senpais.

It was just different… but fuck. The expression that was now on Tsukishima’s face wiped away any kind of discomfort you may have been in.

His face was contorted in pure bliss, his eyes squeezed shut, lips parted in pleasure. It was a beautiful sight.

You were the one making him feel that way, you were the one that was giving him all this pleasure. This was yours to keep, this moment.

You gasped softly as he began moving, carefully rocking his hips against yours. His cock rubbed against your velvety walls, reaching a depth within you that you didn’t even know you had.

“Y-You’re so tight.” He stuttered out. “Feel so good.” he praised and began moving in and out of you more.

You were getting used to the uncomfortable feeling of being full; and that’s definitely what you felt when Tsukishima was inside of you.

It started to feel… good actually.

Tsukishima must’ve realized that as well, his speed and force increasing a bit more. He reached down and carefully began circling your clit with his thumb.

Oh fuck. No, that was good. That was really good. Your body jolted in pleasure, a soft whine escaping your lips.

“I’m close.” Tsukishima said panting, his eyes began to focus on your expression, wanting you to feel just as much pleasure as he was.

You were beautiful. You were so fucking beautiful, naked, and gasping, taking his cock so well. He gritted his teeth, hastily removing himself from your weeping core. Tsukishima grasped at his member tightly and thrusted twice into his fist before spilling himself onto your lower belly.

His cum was hot and thick as it splattered onto your skin, you had never seen anything more perfect than the way Tsukishima looked coming undone.

You couldn’t help but stare at him as he came down from his high. His blonde hair was disheveled, sweat gleamed on his pale skin, outlining the hard muscles in his arms and stomach.

When he finally opened his eyes they immediately softened as they took in your spent form.

“Hold on.” he murmured softly and got up to find a towel, carefully cleaning up the mess he made on your stomach.

You couldn’t help but to continue laying there, exhausted despite the fact that you hadn’t done much. After Tsukishima finished taking care of you, he pulled the blanket on the edge of the bed up as he laid next to you. You moved closer to the blonde male, resting your head against his chest, his fingers began combing through your hair.

“I’m sure that wasn’t good for you.” he said quietly, after a moment of comfortable silence. “But I plan on making you feel good every time from now on.”

“It was good.” You said softly, on the verge of sleep. “We just need more practice… like volleyball.”

Tsukishima laughed softly against your hair. “Shut up stupid. Go to sleep.”

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✖ — chapter summary: Now that Zeke has explained what truly happened with Yelena, all your troubles have finally ended. Except that now you need to start avoiding Porco. However, things change once you overhear a conversation in the woman's bathroom.

✖ — pairing: porco/reader & zeke/reader

✖ — chapter tags/warnings: college au, descriptions of panic attacks, lots of self-doubt, gaslighting, hurt/comfort, fluff, referenced cheating.

✖ — a/n: i have posted the playlist that goes with this series! click here to check this post <3

chapter three: me and my husband

Porco looked at his cellphone, an ill sensation filling up his stomach as he read over and over your last messages. For the past few days, he had been trying to reach out to you but he had been rejected every time.

He knew something wrong was going on the moment you said you couldn’t make it to his lacrosse game. Ever since you became friends, you hadn’t missed a single game. He had once seen you finishing an essay on your phone and sending it while you were sitting on the bleachers, excited for the game to begin. He had seen you falling asleep on his shoulder during a party after a game, too tired from studying for a test that you took earlier.

Porco sighed. He wished he could find any other reason to explain your behaviour but the only one that came to his mind was his late night confession to you. He shouldn’t have told you he loved you. Now you were avoiding him and his feelings and he was scared he had lost your friendship completely.

He put the phone on his back pocket and grabbed his keys, heading to the parking lot. After getting into his car, he turned on the radio and drove out of the campus, entering the main highway of the city. He wasn’t sure where he was heading to, but all he knew is that he wanted to stop thinking about you, the moment he thought you had shared and the dry messages that followed.

He had really fucked it up.

…

Sitting on your faculty’s corridor floor, you looked over at the texts Porco had been sending you the past week. It physically pained you to be so curt with someone that meant so much to you. Porco had always been there for you, even in the times you had told him you really didn’t need him. He cared when you got sick, when you were sad and also when you wanted company to crash a party on campus. You two had been inseparable since the day you met and he was already acquaintances with Annie and Armin due to all the time he had spent at your place.

This was the right thing to do, you told yourself one more time, closing your Instagram. You were taking the right decision. Porco had fallen in love with you and then had tried to make you think your boyfriend had cheated on you. If Zeke hadn’t pointed that out for you, you probably wouldn’t have noticed until it was too late. Truly, you were lucky Zeke had been understanding about the whole situation and had forgiven you for not trusting in him.

Porco wasn’t a bad person. You knew in your heart he wasn’t. But you had been wrong to trust he had your best interest in his mind.

That’s what didn’t make sense. Why had Porco, sweet and caring Porco had suddenly decided to put you against Zeke only just because he had caught feelings for you? The Porco you knew wouldn’t have done that. If he truly only wanted to drive you away from Zeke, he would have let you kiss him the night he spent with you. He would have taken the opportunity, right? So, why didn’t he?

Your head started hurting.

Your thumb ghosted over Porco’s contact on your phone, wondering whether to call him or not. You missed him dearly and knew that if you asked him to be honest, he would. There were countless moments in the past where he had been honest with you, from the time he confessed to accidentally stepping on your foundation powder and the time he opened up about his father’s death.

He’ll say anything to make you doubt your relationship with me.

Zeke’s voice resonated in your ears and you bit your tongue. He was right. You needed to remember Porco was trying to put you against your boyfriend.

Before you could think of a counterargument, you shot a quick text to Zeke. Yes. A day with your boyfriend would help you keep your mind busy.

“wanna hang out later? <3”

You watched intently, a small smile on your face as the three dots twinkled on your screen. Zeke’s answer came a few seconds later.

“Can’t. Exam tomorrow :(“

He then sent you a picture of a couple of books over a table that you recognized as the university’s library. He also had the tumbler you had given him a couple of months ago, filled with straight black coffee if you had to take a guess.

“:(( okaaaay, good luck on your exam, love u!”

“<3”

You put your phone away and sighed. You missed Zeke too. The few days after you had confronted him about the time you thought you saw Yelena and him kissing, he had showered you with love. You had spent the weekend at his place wearing nothing but an old t-shirt of his and making love several times a day. You snuggled to him on the couch as he watched an old documentary and playfully took the cigar from his lips and took a puff yourself. ‘Ladies like you shouldn’t smoke,’ he had said playfully as he took it back from your lips and then pressed a kiss on your temple.

Nevertheless, the short honeymoon phase after you made up had come to an end. You knew it was going to happen, but now your body and heart were craving more of him and his classes were taking all his time. If it wasn’t an exam it was a group project or a study session and even if you knew seniors had it way harder than you, you missed him. Missed his beard scratching your neck, his strong cologne and his deep chuckle whenever you managed to make him smile.

Maybe you could walk around the mall. You still had some birthday money and you could treat yourself a little. Maybe a new body cream or a pair of cute underwear from Victoria Secret to surprise your boyfriend after he was done with his classes. Yes, a shopping trip was exactly what you needed to stop thinking so much. Smiling, you walked to the bathroom of your faculty, just a quick detour to freshen up before you got into your car.

You looked at yourself in the mirror and took out your lipstick, fixing it carefully.

“I fucking hate her.”

You turned around as you saw three girls entering the bathroom. They stood by your side, none of them seeming to notice your presence. One of them fixing her hair, another was looking down at her phone, eyebrows knitted together and mumbling more and more curses and the last one just leaned against the bathroom stalls, arms crossed against her chest as she watched the other two.

“We did tell you she wasn’t meant to be trusted,” she reminded the girl with the phone. When she raised her head, you recognized her as Pieck, one of Porco’s close friends, who you had seen around at a lot of parties and on many of his Instagram photos.

“How is that helping me?” Pieck asked icily.

“I’m just saying, Yelena is shady. Telling you all that crap about only being able to open up with you— and for what? For her to post photo after photo of her fuckboy?” the girl in front of the mirror said. “Like, nobody needs to know you’re getting it at the library, why post about it? Literally, nobody cares.”

“She’s not worth it,” the other girl interjected.

“She really isn’t, babe. And Zeke isn’t even that hot,” her friend continued with a mocking laugh. “The one that looks like a clown is her, not you. Just let it go.”

“He truly is a bad case of the monkey face,” Pieck agreed with a snort. “Men like that are what keep me a lesbian.”

“Hi Pieck,” you greeted her. For the first time, Pieck looked your way and widened her eyes, recognizing you in an instant.

“Hey,” she said in an apologetic voice. “I— I’m sorry. Shouldn’t have said that.”

You faked a chuckle. “It’s okay. I just wanted to say you shouldn’t worry about them, Yelena is—”

“Yeah, yeah, we both shouldn’t worry. You’re probably trying to move on and ignore them too,” Pieck sighed and then pursed her lips in discomfort. “But I know you were Zeke’s girlfriend for a while, it’s normal you don’t want to hear about who he’s fucking now—”

“Zeke and I are still together,” you interrupted her.

Pieck’s face fell at your words. She looked at her friends, who were also looking at each other with an indecipherable expression. Your furrowed your eyebrows, confused as to why they were sharing those glances. Why would they think you weren’t with Zeke? Sure, you hadn’t posted photos with him lately but that didn’t mean you weren’t together anymore.

“I’ll catch up with you in a bit,” Pieck said softly to her friends. They nodded and said they would be by the cafeteria before leaving. Once they went away, Pieck closed the bathroom door and walked to you again.

“Why— why would you think we’re not together?” you insisted, your voice trembling more than you would have wanted.

“Yelena and Zeke are fucking,” she sentenced in a soft voice. You shook your head.

“I know that’s what it looks like but Yelena likes women,” you said. “You— I mean you guys were dating or something, right? You know she’s a lesbian, she’s just pretending to have something with Zeke so her parents back off for a while.”

Pieck’s silence was deafening.

“Right?” you pushed. “It’s cool because she’s a lesbian and—”

“Yelena is bisexual.”

You paused, blinking as you tried to understand. After a few seconds, you shook your head.

“She’s not.”

“The reason we’re not dating anymore is because I saw her fucking Zeke at a party,” she explained.

“No,” you said, and shook your head once more. “No, because if it happened at a party then someone would have seen them. Someone would have noticed, there would have been rumours, I would have known . Pieck, someone would have told me, Reiner, Marcel, Porco—”

“They weren’t there. Almost everyone was a senior.”

“Then you! You would have told me,” you cried. “You’re telling me you saw my boyfriend fucking someone else and didn’t tell me!? Pieck—!”

“I thought you weren’t together anymore!” she defended herself. “What was I supposed to think when every single one of his friends at that shitty apartment knew he was fucking her in the bedroom and they all acted like it was a normal thing to do? I see all these photos of both of them and…” she continued, shaking her phone. “Of course I think he’s not with you anymore! Yelena is uploading pictures as she rests her legs on his lap, about their movie dates at his place and you want me to think she has a girlfriend!?”

Tears started falling from your eyes as she spoke. You sniffled, trying to compose yourself but you could feel every muscle of your body shaking.

“Does Porco know?” you asked in a whisper.

“Porco?”

“I know you two are best friends since high school. You— you had to tell him. If this was real, if this happened, you had to tell Porco,” you reasoned. “So tell me, Pieck, does Porco know?” you insisted, raising your voice, hating the way it cracked at the end.

Pieck shook her head. “I told him Yelena cheated on me, didn’t tell him with who.”

“Why?”

“Because he told me not to date Yelena, said she wasn’t a good person. I didn’t want to prove Porco right, you know him,” Pieck said with a small shrug.

You nodded idly, your eyes lost. No. It didn’t make sense, it didn’t— even if it did. It did make sense but it couldn’t make sense. Because if Pieck was right, if Yelena and Zeke were—

No.

“Give me a date,” you whispered.

“What?”

“When was this?”

“I don’t— Two weeks ago?”

“I need to know the exact date, Pieck.”

“Girl, I don’t remember exactly, I—”

“Give me a date, Pieck!” you sobbed, raising your voice. She sighed and nodded, taking out her phone.

You watched as Pieck went through her messages with Yelena, scrolling up as she tried to remember the date. Your breath was hitching, inhaling more than you were exhaling but you didn’t care. You wanted to know when it was. Pieck was going to tell you it happened on a date where he was with you. She was going to say it happened one of the nights you and Zeke stayed the weekend at his place and then you would know she’s lying. Yes, that was going to happen. She would tumble over her own lie and this nightmare would be over.

“March 31st,” Pieck murmured. “I kept texting her, asking where she was before I went to look for her,” she reminisced, before showing you her phone.

00:36

lena where are u

?????

why are my friends saying you’re with zeke rn

yelena answer me

fuck u i’m going there

01:19

FUCK YOU YELENA YOURE THE WORST

PIECE OF SHIT IVE EVER MET

REALLY???? ZEKE?????

HOPE YOU GET HERPES

I FUCKING HATE YOU

babe, i’m sorry

can we talk?

A bitter taste crept inside your mouth as you took out your phone and went through yours and Zeke’s messages, looking desperately for the date. It was the weekend you spent together. It had to be. The memories of Zeke’s kitchen calendar that said April were lying to you. It had to be March. Or maybe he changed the calendar because he was with you on March 31st.

You scrolled up until March and went to read the messages exchanged on that day.

07:23

Good morning! I know it’s really early

But I want to see you today <3

Meet me at the tennis court?

sure, i’ll take an uber :)

Silent sobs escaped your mouth as your phone started shaking in your trembling hands. Pieck whispered apologies and you wanted nothing more than to tell her to shut up, that it wasn’t her fault, that she wasn’t the one that swore she wanted to marry you and then went to fuck someone else at a party, not caring if he was seen or not.

But it wasn’t true. Zeke said it was just a ruse, that Yelena just wanted to hide her queerness, that they were just good friends. He said so. Pieck had to be lying, she had to be. She was just messing with you, lying to see how much you could believe her. Because Zeke wouldn’t do that, you were the one he trusted, you were the one he was going to marry, you—

Pieck was still holding her phone in front of you.

With the very same date.

And Yelena admitting her crime.

But it couldn't be right. There had to be a mistake because Zeke loved you. He loved you and he had told you about his family, he had taken you to meet his grandparents, he promised he hadn’t kissed Yelena that night, he—

Had he not kissed her?

Was it only a movie night?

…

No, it hadn’t.

“Hey, are you okay?”

Pieck’s voice sounded far, your lips parted as you tried to gasp for air. You lifted your head and saw her lips moving but you couldn’t hear any sound but your heart beating out of your chest. Tingles started creeping on your fingers and without you being able to do anything to prevent it, you dropped your phone on the bathroom floor.

Why didn’t it make a sound?

Why were your fingers numb?

You lifted your head and Pieck was gone. Dismissing her sudden disappearance, you crouched down and picked your phone. You winced at the huge crack on your screen and slid your finger several times over it until you could press on Zeke’s contact and call him.

As his phone rang, you pressed your back on the wall, slowly sinking until you were sitting on the floor.

“Baby, I told you I was studying for this test, I can’t—”

“I know about you and Yelena,” you said in a broken voice. You heard him let out an annoyed sigh on the other line.

“Didn’t we talk about this already? I told you she’s not—”

“I know about the party. The day we played baseball and— that same night you went to a party and fucked her,” you sobbed. You wiped the tears on your face with the back of your hand. “Zeke, tell me it’s a lie, tell me you didn’t do this, please, please tell me you didn’t really fuck Yelena,” you begged. “Please.”

“You know what? Get some help. Like, psychological help. This isn’t normal.”

The silence after Zeke hung up choked you. Your chest rose up and down as you sobbed uncontrollably. Your brain was screaming. Loudly. ‘Make it stop,’ you told yourself. ‘Get it together. Make it stop.’

Make it stop.

It’s a lie.

Make it stop.

He lied to you.

Stop.

He fucked her.

Please, stop.

He lied.

I can’t breathe.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Inhale.

…

When you woke up, Porco was there.

Your head felt heavy as you tried to sit up, rubbing your eyes. A quick look around let you know you were in your apartment but you weren’t sure as to how , or why your friend was there, his phone on his lap and his eyes looking at you filled with worry.

He whispered your name as if his voice could hurt you. “How are you feeling?”

“What are you doing here?” you asked groggily. You noticed your throat was hurting as well. “What hour is it?” you mumbled as you palmed your jean pockets looking for your phone. You found it hidden between two pillows and pressed the power button, trying to see if you had any unread messages.

None.

“Pieck called me,” Porco explained. “And it’s eight and a half.”

Pieck. Pieck with her friends in the bathroom, Pieck with the text messages. Everything came back to you in a second and you couldn’t help but wince at the way your head hurt.

“How are you feeling?” he insisted. You took a deep breath. The small movement made you realize how much the muscles of your back were hurting along with your arms. You licked your lips, hating how dry they felt against your tongue.

“I broke my phone.”

Porco furrowed his eyebrows. “What?”

“I— I dropped it. There’s a crack on the screen.”

He nodded slowly and looked down at his shoes, his forearms resting on his knees. You could almost listen to his loud thoughts, one coming after another inside his head. Porco sighed and turned his head back to you.

“Want me to get it fixed? Marcel knows a guy, I’m sure he can get it done by tomorrow.”

“No, it’s okay. It’s working just fine,” you said, passing your thumb over the crack. “No need to change it.”

Porco watched your eyes get lost on the dark screen and tightened his lips. He had the urge to throw your phone out of your window, make you understand you had to leave it, that it wasn’t good for you, that you didn’t need it, that you didn’t need him —

Instead, he nodded.

“What happened?” you asked.

Porco paused, deliberating his words before speaking. “Pieck called and told me what you guys talked about and that… you didn’t take it well. She said you were crying and— that you had a panic attack, so she left the bathroom to look for help. She found Armin and he was the one that helped you regain your breath. Once you settle down, he called Annie to tell her what happened and she picked you up. When I got here you were already asleep on the couch, Annie said it was okay if I waited here.”

“I… don’t remember much,” you confessed with a grimace. “I don’t remember Armin helping me out. I— I do remember what Pieck and I talked about, though. Wish I could forget it instead,” you snorted.

“Wanna talk about it?”

You shook your head. Ouch . Why did every muscle of your body hurt so much?

“Wanna watch some shitty reality TV?” he offered. He didn’t miss the way a small smile appeared on your face.

In a matter of minutes, Porco had gone into your room and brought your laptop, and started looking for the show on Netflix. He put your laptop on his thighs and let you crawl by his side, your head resting against his shoulder.

“Wish they had Ink Master,” you sighed, as the intro of Netflix’s newest reality show played on your screen.

“We both know Netflix doesn’t have good shows.”

You snorted. “Black Mirror is good.”

“And yet we’re watching The Circle,” Porco teased you.

“Weren’t you the one that binged Season 1 on one night and then asked me to do the same so you could rant?” you reminded him with a playful tone.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he replied nonchalantly, making you chuckle.

What followed next was a comfortable silence. One episode went by and Porco made no attempts to stop it from automatically playing the second episode. You snuggled closer, the fabric of his green jacket feeling nice against your cheek. How long had it been since you felt so much peace with someone else by your side?

In any other situation, you would be commenting on it, pressing pause just to bitch and rant about the contestants or make quick runs to the kitchen. But Porco was sitting still, his eyes fixed on the screen and his arms crossed in front of his chest. He was trying to comfort you the best way he could, knowing any words would fail, he aimed to create a safe space for you and not force you to behave normally when you both knew better than to completely ignore what had happened earlier.

Right. Zeke.

You felt your eyes watering and bit the inside of your cheek to prevent them from falling down. Focusing on your breath, you inhaled and exhaled rhythmically until the knot in your throat seemed to loosen up. Your feelings towards Zeke were confusing, a part of you wanting to run, look for him and demand an explanation. Another part of you wanted to face with, punch his stupid little face until you got tired and leave him on the floor. And another, maybe a bigger part of you wanted him to cradle you in his strong arms, kiss your temple and scratch your skin with his beard as he whispered sweet nothings to you.

You swallowed. Maybe Zeke was right. Maybe you did need psychological help.

Could you trust his words if he were to provide another explanation? Could you ever trust in him again? Most of all, could you trust yourself? Many voices had different opinions inside your head, yet they all agreed on something.

You were miserable.

“Every time I’m not with him, I’m anxious,” you mumbled, the words leaving your mouth before you thought them over. Porco moved his hand to pause the show, but you gestured to him not to. “And when he’s with me…” you continued, “I feel like I’m drowning.”

Your voice cracked at the end. Porco’s hand twitched, not sure what to do next. Should he hold you, put an arm around your shoulder to comfort you? Should he not move a muscle until you were done? Should he offer a word of comfort? He turned his head to you and noticed tears were silently streaming down your face.

“If Zeke was in front of me right now and told me Pieck lied her ass off, even after all the proof she showed me today… I would believe him. I would,” you sobbed. “And I hate myself so much for it. I’m so tired of this, I’m so tired of loving him, Pock.”

Porco’s hand cupped your head, his fingers gently caressing your hair. You snuggled closer to him, his perfume soothing the pain inside your heart and his gentle gesture comforting you. That was the magic Porco had. You knew he wasn’t always good with his words and most of the time he preferred to show rather than tell and boy, did he do a spectacular good job at showing you how much he cared.

He was there. Even after you had been ignoring him for over two weeks, he was here with his green jacket and his earthy-scented perfume ready to hold you if you needed him. And you did. You could never think of a moment where you wouldn’t want him to be there with you.

You wiped your face with the back of your hand and reluctantly pulled away from his touch, turning on your seat so you were facing him. You paused your show and put a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Thank you,” you said, biting down your bottom lip. “For being here and waiting until I woke up. I— I’ve been such a bad friend to you,” you sighed. “I’m so sorry, I just—”

Porco shook his head. “No. I’m sorry for what I said the night I stayed here.”

“No, you don’t need to— I mean— I wasn’t mad about it,” you fumbled with your words, feeling your cheeks heat up.

“I don’t know,” Porco shrugged. “Felt like I made you uncomfortable.”

“You didn’t,” you assured him. “Thank you for staying with me that night. I really didn’t want to be alone.”

“I just— Can I say something else? Promise this is the last time I talk about it.” You nodded. “I didn’t love you the first time I met you,” he blurted, shrugging. “I mean, it’s not like I saw you and caught feelings— first time I saw you you were drunk off your ass at Reiner’s party. I was your friend first. Still am, nothing will change that. And honestly? I wouldn’t be surprised if my feelings went away,” he chuckled. “Who knows. Might finally meet someone else and fall for them.”

“Yeah, maybe you’ll meet someone,” you agreed with a strained smile.

“Whatever happens, know that before anything else, I’m your friend,” Porco said, golden eyes setting on yours. “And that will never change. You’re stuck with me.”

“And you’re stuck with me.”

“See any other reason why I’m watching a shitty reality show on a Tuesday night?”

At this, you hit Porco with one of the pillows, square on his face. You couldn’t help but laugh at his stunned face.

“You’re so fucked,” he said, putting the laptop on the coffee table in front of him.

You took this as a sign to run, the ache in your muscles forgotten at the back of your head as you tried to dodge the pillows Porco was throwing at you. Your legs weren’t weak anymore, as you quickly jumped to avoid the furniture and picked up one of the pillows to throw it back at him. Your heart was no longer aching, but jumping as you cackled when Porco tripped and fell. Even if your eyes were watering again, this time was due to the excessive laughter. And yes, your breath was hitching but it was thanks to Porco chasing you around the living room.

You let yourself fall on the floor next to Porco, the coldness of the floor soothing your skin as he dramatically held his knee against his chest like an injured soccer player. You turned your head to him, smiling at his antics as he filled your heart with happiness once more.

Maybe that had been his power all along.

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Abusive boyfriend w/ Midoriya, Bakugou and Todoroki

Request: Can I have deku, bakugo and Todoroki reacting to the readers unhealthy boyfriend. He brings her down a lot and abusive. - anonymous

Being part of a toxic relationship is so so soooo painful. Thankfully reader-chan has her heroes to save her. Hope you like it. Love ya.💖💖💖

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warnings: abuse both physical and mental, ptsd and panic attacks, cursing, characters are aged up (they have graduated)

Midoriya Izuku

-Okay so he basically was the one who managed to build your confidence back up after the horrendous break up with your ex.

-Your ex never laid a hand on you but his words were enough to bruise your ego and self worth so much that you believed that you were nothing compared to others.

-From looks to personality, you believed that even a snail was more worth it than you.

-Now you are a beautiful girl and very very smart.

-Guys and girls looked your way even though you were in a relationship.

-And your ex was having none of it.

-It started off really subtly.

- “Are you sure you want to wear that to dinner?”

- “We are going to grab some coffee not going out for drinks.”

- “Don’t you think you are showing too much skin?”

-Then the body shaming started.

- “I think you shouldn’t wear that, I mean look how large it makes you look.”

- “Have you been eating more?”

- “How about I make a diet for you?”

-This really brought you down.

-It reached the point where you would only wear really baggy hoodies in order to hide your body.

-After that turning point he still wasn’t satisfied.

-People, although fewer than before, still had the nerve to hit on you and it was getting on his nerve.

-He started belittling you in front of friends and acquaintances, destroying your already fragile confidence.

-He had dug you a grave and sugarcoated the casket with empty I love you’s.

-He had made you believe that he was the only one who would accept you and love you despite you’re so flawed.

-And he managed to keep you for quite some time.

-Then Midoriya comes along.

-A childhood friend who had become a pro hero and on the top five.

-He saw how skinny you had become, borderline unhealthy, how you shied away from him and literally everyone.

-You were like a scared deer.

-Then the boyfriend came in and everything fell into place.

-Midoriya is smart, he caught on your boyfriend’s belittlement and the reason behind it.

-Now getting you out of this toxic relationship is his new mission.

-You ran into him more often after that first encounter and he always talked to you, complimenting you whenever he could.

-Your boyfriend didn’t catch on until it was too late.

-Midoriya had managed to get you to talk about your relationship and what your boyfriend was like, he had opened your eyes to his abuse and helped you built up the courage to stand up to him and dump his ass.

-He was there of course to support you after the break up.

-And of course after months and months of seeing each other almost everyday, you two became a thing.

-Finally you get to experience true love with someone who truly appreciates you.

Bakugou Katsuki

-You and Bakugou have been friends since high school.

-Inseparable.

-He comes to you for everything, all his troubles are solved by you and you alone.

-You’re special!!

-So when you get a boyfriend he is the first to meet the guy.

-In truth he really didn’t want to because he has been in lobe with you for the longest time and seeing you with someone else reminds him that he is a coward.

-Anyway he meets him and everything is fine, he looks decent and he seems to treat you well.

-As months pass you seem to distance yourself more and more from him.

-Bakugou at first is angry, he is fuming I tell you.

-He doesn’t like the silence that he receives when he calls, or the single word replies when he texts and he especially despises your refusal to go out with him like you used to.

-He gets that you have a boyfriend now and you have to spend more time with your bf but he still felt betrayed.

-Then doubt started to settle in his mind.

-Maybe you realized he wasn’t worth the trouble, I mean he is a difficult person, maybe your new boyfriend opened your eyes and now you want nothing to do with him.

-Or maybe you figured out he was in love with you.

-Had he been scowling more than usual while he was meeting your boyfriend?

-He wanted to ask you what he did wrong but he couldn’t reach you.

-So he sucked it up and drowned himself in his hero work, drowning his nagging mind along with his free time.

-Then something unexpected happened.

-Uraraka visited him, worry written all over her face.

-She was worried for you and wanted to ask him if everything was alright, since he was your best friend.

- “She stopped showing up to our weekly girl evening and she won’t answer my texts.... I’m really worried for her Bakugou.”

-That was the last straw for him.

-He went to your apartment and after five minutes of knocking your boyfriend opened the door.

-The scowls on the guy’s face was really REALLY pushing his buttons.

- “Is Y/N here?”

- “What do you want her for?”

- “I want to talk to her.”

-This man..... he closed the door in Bakugou’s face.

-Well closed is putting it mildly.

-He slammed the door shut with so much force that a mirror down the hall rattled.

-Bakugou was ready to blow the door open when he heard the shouts.

- “Y/N why the fuck is that guy here?”

- “W-what guy?”

- “Don’t act all innocent you slut! The guy you are fucking!”

- “I-I don’t k-know who y-you are talking a-about.”

-The moment he heard your sniffles echo through the door he was inside the apartment shoving the guy away from you.

- “Don’t you fucking dare speak to her like that, asshole.”

-You were trembling behind him and Bakugou could feel the sob threatening to escape your lips.

-Looking over his shoulder at you he spoke gently as if you were a scared kitten.

- “Y/N could you go get some of your stuff ready? I’m taking you away from this dickhead.”

- “Who do you think you are? That’s MY girlfriend she listens to me alone!”

- “Don’t speak as if she’s an object!”

-You had disappeared to your room to get your things and were now clinging to Bakugou’s back.

- “So you are fucking him. What should I have expected from a whore like you!”

-Okay now Bakugou was presented with two options.

-Option A: beat the living shit out of this guy and most likely losing his hero license for a week.

-Option B: get you out of here and let this asshole boil in his own defeat.

-He went with option B.

-Wordlessly he guided you out of your apartment complex and into his car, drove you to his house and proceeded to help you calm down.

-You had had one panic attack in the past so he didn’t really know what to do.

-But he managed.

- “Whatever he said to you isn’t true. I don’t know what actually went down between you two and what he got into the pretty little head of your but none of that matters. Just know that we are all here for you. Me, the girls even stupid Deku. And we love you, I love you so don’t worry about anything. Everything will be alright.”

-From that point on everything was history.

-It didn’t take long for you two to start dating and Bakugou made sure to have a firm talk with your now ex boyfriend when you ran into him at the grocery store.

-Get wrecked douchebag.

Todoroki Shouto

-Toxic relationships is something Todoroki is a pro at this point.

-He grew up in one so yeah.

-He sees the signs of the abuse faster than anyone.

-First of all, you inch away from anyone who starts flaying their arms.

-Despite the warm weather you always wear long sleeves.

-And he has seen you applying extra make up around your eye once.

-He also notices how you always try to avoid annoying your boyfriend, like you take extreme measures.

-You distance yourself from other males going as far as to avoid him to an extent.

-Then he sees the bruises.

-You two were training at the agency’s gym when your shirt rode up your torso and there was this huge bruise right under your ribs.

- “Y/N who did this?”

- “Oh I just got slightly injured during my last patrol.”

-He isn’t buying it since he was with you during your last patrol and you didn’t get injured.

-But he lets it slide because he believes that you know whats best for you and you will get away from this guy.

-But for some reason you stay with him.

-For months.

-And Todo can’t take it anymore.

- “Y/N can I talk to you?”

-He talks to you about what he has seen and that he knows that your boyfriend is doing this to you.

- “So please, please leave him, get out while you can. Y/N I can’t see you hurt like this.”

-You see the thing was that you had made the stupid decision of moving in with him and now.... you had nowhere to go.

-If you broke up with him you wouldn’t have a place to stay and you couldn’t start searching for a new place, he traces your phone and search history.

- “You’ll live with me. I’ll give you everything you need just please please let go of him. He doesn’t deserve you. I hate seeing you so hurt and broken.”

- “Please come with me then, Shouto I-I can’t do this alone.”

-Of course he came with you, standing in between you and that asshole as he went to strike you when you broke the news to him.

- “You are leaving me for this piece of shit huh? Of course you would you whore!”

-He went as far as activating his quirk, attacking Shouto in an attempt to get to you.

- “I own you you fucking slut! No one will want you! You are mine!”

-Shouto wasn’t as calm as Bakugou in this situation, punching the guy before leaving the apartment, making sure that the guy got the message and wouldn’t try to come after you.

-Back at his apartment, Shouto comforted you as best he could.

-You know where this leads.

-Shouto gives you the space you need before making a move.

-My mans waits months before even remotely flirting with you.

-After a year long wait he finally manages to ask you out.

-And the rest is history.

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Friends in High Places

Summary: When Spencer comes home with files to a case that has his team stumped, he's surprised when you- his neighbor for a couple years now- is the person who gives them a new lead to follow. That and that you're ex-SHIELD.

Words: 8K Warnings: This is what I get for starting a rewatch of Criminal Minds and then watching Marvel movies all in one day. Fml. I've never written for Criminal Minds, so please excuse the mediocre-ness of their characterization. I have no idea what I'm doing; I just knew I wanted a crossover between these two fandoms. Also timeline? What are those? All you gotta know is that this is an AU where Bucky's joined the team and Steve DIDN'T ruin the life Peggy Carter would have had. As for the CM side, this is sometime after Hotch has left and Emily took over. Idk.

Having the night off and wanting nothing more than to just be lazy, you're sitting on your couch in your most comfiest clothes and mindlessly scrolling through Tumblr as your TV plays some program on Animal Planet. You're not even paying attention to the program, but the low sound is perfect for background noise.

You're queuing up some art posts that catch your attention, as well as some gif sets of the TV shows you've become a constant viewer of in the past few years, when there's a knock at your door. But not just any knock. It's a specific knock that you and your neighbor came up with after you got to know each other and became fast friends, and it was to let the other know they were home and wanted company. You mostly worked nights and his work schedule was always all over the place, so it's surprising you're both home at the same time.

Picking up your phone, you shoot him a quick text that you'll be over in five.

Spencer Reid is literally the man of every woman's dream, even if they didn't know it. He's cute and adorable and sometimes dangerously hot all rolled into one, and the best thing about it all is that he doesn't even know it. You had met him on one of your first few days in the apartment complex, but unfortunately it was during one of your slight panic attacks when a thunderstorm had caught you off guard while you were sitting in your car and you didn't have an umbrella.

He had seen and heard you freaking out as he was passing by, and knocked on the passenger window. You had collected yourself just long enough to roll the window down a few inches when he asked if you were okay, then proceeded to answer his own question by stating you obviously weren't. When he realized you lived in the same complex and asked if he could climb inside your car and out of the storm, you had stared at him in confusion until he realized that might have been a bit weird since you were strangers. He stammered his way through his explanation of being an FBI agent and after showing you his badge you had let him in.

You didn't have to tell him what was making you panic and he proceeded to keep your mind occupied. He asked about you and where you had moved in from, and spewed random facts about anything to temporarily make you forget about the storm raging outside. But the torrential rain wasn't letting up and the lightning was only getting closer and closer. He made you realize you had to make a run for it and even offered up his umbrella for you. You had thanked him with tears in your eyes and made a run for it on the count of three when you were settled just enough.

Inside the lobby of your apartment building, you had stood there trembling while Spencer nervously gripped onto the strap of his messenger bag as he stood across from you. When you were shaking the water off his umbrella, you hesitantly told him your reasoning for your freak-out. It wasn't necessarily the thunderstorm, but rather the torrential rain that wasn't letting up. A few years back you had a drowning incident and too much water on your face tended to bring back those memories. He said he understood and then with a sympathy tinged smile he offered to walk you to your apartment. It was a pleasant surprise to learn you had only lived two doors down from him.

Weeks turned into months and months into a couple of years, and you and Spencer were nearly inseparable when you both had the same day/night off.

So after quickly fixing your already messy hair so you don't look like a complete slob, and pulling on a loose hoodie, you grab your phone from the sofa and then head on out. Your socked feet keep your footsteps quiet as you head down to Spencer's door where you knock three times on it before opening it up and stepping inside.

But before you can greet him with a cheesy welcome, he's already calling out, "Hope you haven't had dinner. I picked up some burgers on the way home."

On cue, your stomach grumbles. "God bless you, you beautiful, beautiful man!" You hear him laugh from a room that's not where his kitchen is, so you make a beeline for the kitchen instead of accidentally walking in on him changing. There are two paper bags on the table and you quickly grab plates from his cabinet to separate the food on. Spencer enters the kitchen in a shirt and some gray joggers, and you greet him with a beaming smile. "You're home and in one piece! Yay!" He laughs and you quickly lean in to peck his cheek, not saying a word when you catch sight of his pink tinged cheeks. "You have any beer?"

"Yes. Grab two, please."

"Got it." You hear one of his kitchen chairs creak as you open his refrigerator to grab two beers, you then searching a nearby drawer for the bottle opener. Once you find it, you walk back over to the table and open each beer before handing one over to him.

"Thanks."

"Mhm." Taking a seat, you set your beer down before unwrapping your burger and dumping your fries out onto the plate. "So what's up, doc? You're home surprisingly early."

"We've hit a wall on our latest case," he says, keeping it vague. "There was nothing for us to do while Garcia did her thing, so Emily sent us home for a bit."

"Nice." You take a bite of your burger and your eyes widen when Spencer's eyebrows raise in surprise. When you realize how your words sounded, you're quick to backtrack. "Wait! It's not nice that you hit a wall, but nice that you got sent home! I got free food out of it. That's why it's nice. Not because, you know, you haven't found the-"

"Y/N, you're rambling," Spencer says, lips twitching. "I understood what you meant."

You sigh, shoulders dropping, and grab half a fry to toss at him. "Eat your food, Reid. It's getting cold."

It surprisingly doesn't take long for the two of you to eat your dinner, you both being hungrier than you first thought. After you're done, Spencer turns down a second beer but tells you to help yourself. You do. And on the way into his living room, you bump into one of his chairs and knock his bag over. You gasp and set your beer down on the coffee table, falling to your knees to scoop up his files that had spilled out.

Chuckling, Spencer crouches next to you as you profusely apologize.

"It's okay. It was an accident." A few pictures had slid out of their files and normally you'd just shove them back in because his work wasn't any of your business, but the face staring back up at you makes you pause. Blonde hair, blue eyes, a little heavy on the eyeliner, and a lip piercing. You know her. "Y/N?" You gulp and flip to another picture- brown hair, brown eyes, mole above the right eyebrow. You know her too. "Y/N? Are you okay?"

With trembling hands, you flip back to the first picture and show it to him. "Is Lilian dead?"

Spencer's eyes widen. "You knew her?"

Knew. Past tense. She is dead. Showing him the second picture, you nod sadly. "Kyndall too."

He seems to stop breathing then and from one moment to the next he's opening files and pulling out picture after picture. As you stare at each of them, you grimace and swallow down the bile that's threatening to climb its way up your throat. "Y/N, do you know any of the others?"

Shakily exhaling, you point at each picture. "Desiree, Celeste, Maria. I don't know this one, but I think her last name was Valdez? And then the male is Tim."

Spencer falls on his butt, staring at you in surprise. "That's right. We know their names and their current line of work, but that's about it. Their files only seem to go back a few years. Everything between the end of their high school career and current line of work seems to be scrubbed clean. Do you- do you know of any connection between these people? Any little thing you know can possibly be a big help to my team."

Your gaze darts up to him and your heart sinks. You've managed to keep your past mostly hidden, but now it seems the time has come to tell him what you did before. "They, uh, they're all ex-agents of SHIELD. The real SHIELD, not HYDRA."

"What?"

"If I remember correctly, they were computer analysts or paper pushers. They had gun training as one would think an agent would have, but they were agents who didn't really have to train in hand-to-hand since they never made it out into the field."

"You're positive? How do you know this?"

You gulp. "Because I'm ex-SHIELD too."

Spencer blinks at you, but then in the next moment he's up on his feet and reaching for his phone. He places a quick phone call, stepping into another room and leaving you alone. Your stomach sinks and you have a feeling that this confession might have just put a wedge in your friendship. After all, though ex-agents were being picked up by other different branches of the government, you weren't sure just how exactly trustworthy all ex-agents were being treated.

Spencer reappears, nervously tucking his hair behind his ear. "Do you mind coming with me back to work? My co-workers could really pick your brain about this."

You blink at him. "W-What? You're not mad at me?"

"Mad?" He chuckles. "Why would I be mad? I mean I wish I had known what you did so I didn't have to worry about you being alone when I left for a case, but I can see why you would keep that underwraps. HYDRA made a lot of people paranoid."

"Tell me about it," you mumble. Then after a few seconds, you finally climb up to your own two feet. "Um, just let me go put on some shoes. I'll meet you in the hall."

Spencer's smile and nod eases some of your worries, but you still quickly make an escape to go put on some shoes. Your front door bangs open and you hurry to your hall closet. Yanking open that door, you pull on the first pair of Converse you come across. Then taking a moment to think, you grab a pair of knee high boots that you use every once in a while. Reaching inside, you grab your old badge and a USB stick, sticking your badge in your back pocket and the USB in your front pocket. Then grabbing your keys from the hook by the front door, you shut the door after exiting and lock it. Spencer is waiting down the hall for you and you jog towards him. He tightly smiles and then leads you downstairs, towards his car, and you sit quietly in his passenger seat while he drives.

On the way towards Spencer's place of work, he can't help but ask, "So what exactly did you do with SHIELD if you don't mind me asking."

You shrug. "Cat's out of the bag now, so I don't mind." You chuckle though it kind of falls flat. "I was, uh, a computer analyst for a while. But then I was taken on a field trip with a few agents and we ended up trading bullets with several not so nice guys. The field agents liked the way I handled myself and requested I level up, so to speak."

"And you never thought of trying to get hired on with anyone else? If I recall, the FBI and CIA were picking up ex-SHIELD agents after the fall."

You shake your head. "Remember that drowning incident I mentioned? Or the reason why I can't take baths anymore and have to turn my shower on and off between washing?" Spencer hums, remembering what he thought were odd quirks until he realized it was all because of your fear of certain amounts of water. "That drowning incident was HYDRA's fault. I spent months in rehab and just- well, no one wanted a damaged agent."

"If it makes you feel any better, I'm kind of glad they didn't. I quite like my neighbor who picks up take-out and bakes sweets for me after a rough case."

You try not to think too much about his words and instead choose to smile at him before looking out your window. The drive is only about twenty minutes and fortunately the radio fills in the semi-tense silence.

When you get to the FBI building, Spencer escorts you inside with a hand at the small of your back. You're given a visitor's badge and you quickly clip it onto the hem of your hoodie. The elevator ride up to the BAU's main floor is a short one and it opens up to a wall of glass where you can see several desks behind it.

Spencer opens the door for you and you can't help but make yourself seem as small as possible. You cross your arms over your chest, hugging yourself as you enter the room. There are several people milling about, but no one pays you any attention. Only one female, dark bangs covering her forehead while the rest of her hair falls just passed her shoulders, heads towards you once she spots you and Spencer.

"Y/N," Spencer says, introducing you to the woman as she nears, "this is our Unit Chief Emily Prentiss. Emily, this is my good friend Y/N Y/L/N."

Emily is all smiles as she reaches to shake your hand. "Hi! It's nice to finally meet the girl who takes care of our boy wonder after cases."

Spencer nervously chuckles and you find yourself genuinely grinning. "It's nice to finally meet you too. I've heard some funny stories about all you guys."

"I will neither confirm nor deny any of those."

Emily then leads you towards a room where three others are waiting. "Guys, this is Y/N Y/L/N. Friend of Spence and ex-agent of SHIELD. Y/N, this is Special Agent Derek Morgan and Jennifer Jareau, and our very own technical analyst Penelope Garcia."

Everyone happily greets you and Jennifer even gives you the go ahead to call her JJ. You're offered a seat at their round table and you glance at their board filled with pictures of people you used to work with. Spencer sits next to you and you offer him a feeble smile when he reaches beneath the table to squeeze your knee.

"Alright, guys, I know we're all interested in the girl who lives next to Spence, but we need to get down to business." Spencer groans as his teammates all chuckle. "So Y/N, is there anything else you can give us about the victims? What exactly did they do? Did they all personally know each other or just enough because they were coworkers? Even the smallest bit of info that you think is inconsequential can help us."

"I, uh, I can do you one better," you say. You shift in your seat and reach into your front pocket, pulling out the USB stick. "Since I figure all those NDA's we signed are now null and void thanks to Agent Romanoff's data dump, and because you're Spencer's friend, I feel comfortable handing this over. It kind of made me nervous keeping it in my house anyway."

You slide the USB towards Penelope and she gasps, snatching it up and holding it as if it were the holy grail. "Is this- are these files? Because let me tell you, I tried to download those files as soon as they hit the net but there were just so many and not even our WiFi could download it fast enough before they were scrubbed clean."

You grin and nod, chuckling at Penelope's squeal. "I started collecting everyone's files that I could get my hands on. I started with the baby agents- agents whose files wouldn't toss up red flags when their files were opened. The more clearance I was granted, the more files I was able to download."

"Oh my god. Yes! You are my new favorite person." Penelope rushes around the table, bending down to kiss your cheek with a loud mwah! "Reid, keep this one. I'll be in my lair."

The group all chuckle as you blush, but then Agent Morgan is clearing his throat. "Not that I'm not grateful about what you're giving up, but isn't what you were doing illegal?"

You shrug. "It possibly was, but then Director Fury realized I was memorizing it all and didn't have a problem with it so long as those files didn't leave my office."

"But you have them on you now," Morgan says.

"Yeah. The USB was hidden within my belongings in my office. My office surprisingly survived unscathed after Captain Rogers crashed the helicarriers into the Potomac, and my stuff was packed up and shipped to me while I was in rehab."

"If you don't mind me asking," JJ wonders, "but were you at the Triskelion when HYDRA came out or..?"

"I don't mind the questions at all," you say. "It's actually quite nice to talk about it with people who aren't eyeing me suspiciously." The group flashes you small smiles. "I was actually on a consulting job with a recently formed SHIELD team whose base was a humongous plane that was constantly on the move. Anyway, one of those trusted team members ended up being HYDRA. He led a group of his men onto the plane, killed half of us to get control of it, and then locked me and two scientists into a holding pod before dropping us into the middle of the ocean."

"The drowning incident," Spencer suddenly realizes.

You smile sadly at him, nodding. "We sank to the bottom of the ocean floor. There were three of us and only one little oxygen tank." Spencer grabs your hand beneath the table and you're grateful for the grounding pressure. "We gave it to Jemma. Fitz and I were going to attempt to swim, but we didn't make it. Fitz blacked out first, then me, and then- then nothing. We woke up in a trusted SHIELD facility, and Fitz and I couldn't operate like we used to. With our brains having been deprived of oxygen, it messed us up for a while."

"Wow," Emily says. "I am so sorry."

You shrug at her with a small smile. "It was all part of the job."

"What do you do now?" Morgan asks. "I hate to say it, but with all our victims being ex-SHIELD, and you as well, we have to rule you out as-"

"I get it." You smile in reassurance at him since it kind of pained him to admit that you could be a suspect and have Spencer glare at him for even thinking it. "I'm a bouncer at a bar most nights."

Morgan chuckles. "A bouncer? You!?"

"Hey! I might not look like much, but I did train with Avengers. I could probably give you a run for your money, agent Morgan."

"Okay, okay," he muses.

"I also work as private security for Stark Industries when they throw galas. If you need the exact dates I've been working, I can get that for you."

"Please," JJ says. "Spencer's already vouched for you, but protocol and all that. You understand."

"I do. I'll just- I'll text my bosses to email my clock-ins and clock-outs."

Pulling out your phone, you immediately text your boss at the bar and Pepper Potts. You keep the explanation vague as to why you need it, but assure them it's very much needed for a case the FBI is working on. They completely understand and you even have to make Pepper swear not to get Tony involved.

The emails come in not even ten minutes later and JJ happily takes your phone to run the dates with Penelope, promising to be quick about it. You remain in your seat, watching as Morgan and Emily walk towards the board and start tossing their thoughts back and forth over what they've learned so far.

Your hands are atop the table, thumbs chipping away the already chipped nail polish you have on. The second you raise your hand with the intent of chewing on your thumb nail, Spencer catches your hand. "You okay?" He quietly asks and you stare at him. He then lets your hand go as you pull them back into your lap.

"Yeah. Just getting kind of tired. And a bit anxious. Someone's targeting ex-SHIELD agents and I- well I'm one of those people."

"No one is going to hurt you, Y/N. I promise."

You feebly smile, not taking his words to heart because you know he can't actually keep that promise. He might want to, but you know better than to take these types of promises seriously in situations such as this.

JJ reappears, a bright smile in place as she hands you your phone. "I'm pretty sure Penelope programmed her number in there."

"That's fine." You chuckle. You lay your phone on the table, giving your attention back to Emily and Morgan who's now being joined by JJ.

"Guys, Garcia is having a ball right now. There's so much information she wasn't privy to before, but I'm not sure how any of it is going to help more than Y/N already has." Emily and Morgan look at JJ, waiting for her to explain. "We already know victims weren't the best at hand-to-hand, which the unsub clearly took advantage of. But we need to know what they were presently doing and if they were checking in with anyone because there are a lot of dead ex-agents. That's not a coincidence. Either someone who's ex-SHIELD or HYDRA is picking off ex-agents one by one, or someone who has a grudge against SHIELD found a list of ex-agents and is working their way down the list."

"Where do we even start?" Morgan asks, incredulous. "SHIELD technically doesn't exist anymore and those who are operating in the shadows are nearly impossible to track down thanks to the Avengers. None of them are exactly easy to get a hold of after General Ross made it his personal mission to bring in James Buchanan Barnes for crimes HYDRA made him commit. They like working on their own."

"We'd have to jump through a bunch of hoops just to get a face to face," Emily says, sighing. "If we're lucky they'll want in on the case since it's related to SHIELD."

"Um, actually.." You nervously raise your hand, calling all attention on you. "You can bypass all those hoops."

Emily stares at you, sitting on the edge of the table as she crosses her arms over her chest. "You still have connections, don't you?" At your sheepish grin, she huffs in amusement. Every other team member straightens with hope in their expressions.

"Agent Prentiss, I am the connection." As you pick up your phone once more, JJ and Morgan step closer to the table. You scroll through your contacts, finding the one you need and tapping on it. Then putting it on speaker, you try to soothe your nerves as the ringing through the speaker seems to make the atmosphere of the room become tense.

The ringing stops as the connection is made and then, "Well, well, well. If it isn't my second favorite human on God's green Earth." You roll your eyes at the charm oozing from him. "What kind of trouble are you in now, doll?"

Emily and JJ's eyes widen, and you shake your head in amusement. "Put your boyfriend on the line, Barnes. I'm calling in a favor."

"Are you calling to finally take us up on that offer of joining us for a night?"

Everyone in the room seems to freeze, although Morgan is highly enjoying where this seems to be going. You close your eyes, scrunching up your nose. You can't believe they just heard that. "Steve really needs to put a muzzle on you."

"Well if you're into that-"

"Bucky!" You bark. "You're on speaker." Morgan finally loses the battle with his laughter and you wish you can sink into your chair. Instead you have to settle for just insanely blushing and covering your face with one hand. "I'm currently with the BAU of the FBI. They have a case that they could use some help on."

"Oh." There's a beat of silence. "Christ, Y/N. You should have stopped me sooner. Stevie's gonna lecture me again. Hold on. I'll go get him."

The line goes silent and you nervously meet Spencer's gaze. He's the only one who doesn't seem as amused which is why you don't find Bucky's greeting as funny as you normally would. Something about his expression actually makes you wish Bucky hadn't said anything.

"Y/N?"

You sit a little straighter in your seat. "Hey, Cap."

"What's going on? Buck mentioned the FBI."

"Uh yeah. I'm with Agents Prentiss, Morgan, Jareau, and Doctor Reid," you tell him. "They've been dealing with a case that had gone cold and well I kind of made a connection they hadn't seen before because they couldn't, and uh I'm sure they could use your help."

"What was the connection?"

You look at Emily and she nods, letting you tell him. "Steve, all the victims are ex-SHIELD. Specifically agents who wouldn't have had too much training; who couldn't hold their own without a gun in hand."

There's a sharp inhale. "What do they need?"

Emily's eyes close in relief and she holds her hand out for your phone. You happily oblige her and hand it over. "Captain Rogers, this is Special Agent Emily Prentiss. I'm the one in charge of my team here."

"Hello, Agent Prentiss. How can my team and I be of help?"

"Well we mainly need to pick your brains and ask some questions. We're aware that SHIELD is still operating to an extent, even if it is in the shadows, so we'd like to know if the victims were still affiliated with you. If we're dealing with someone who is or was from SHIELD or HYDRA, we'd like to have you involved since you have more experience with how they operate."

"That's fine. I'll gather my team and set up a room. Are you okay to set up base here in the Compound?"

"Yes!" JJ says, starting everyone. She clears her throat and calms herself. "Yes."

Steve chuckles. "Very well. Gather everything you need. I'll be sending a quinjet for you all since it'll be faster. Y/N knows the pick-up location."

"Thank you so much, Captain Rogers."

Emily hands you the phone and seeing that the call is still connected, you say, "Hey, Steve? Thanks for this."

"It's not a problem, sweetheart. Are you okay though? You're an ex-shield agent yourself."

"I know, but nothing has been out of the ordinary. I'm okay."

"Good. You coming too?"

"I was actually planning on going home after driving the agents to the location. I'm not an active agent anymore, bub."

"I know you're not, but with that agent neighbor of yours coming here I rather have you here as well so we can keep an eye on you." You sigh at his protectiveness. "Bring a change of clothes for a week. I'll have Nat get a hold of your boss and let him know some of what's going on so you'll have a job to go back to once all of this is over."

"You're a pain in the ass, Rogers."

Steve laughs. "See you soon, Y/L/N."

The call ends and you set your phone down. Glancing up, you smile sheepishly at the team staring at you. "So, uh, I guess I'm tagging along. Sorry about that."

Emily opens her mouth, her words getting stuck as she shakes her head in amusement. "Don't be. You got us working with the Avengers within minutes as opposed to taking hours, possibly even a day if I had to put in a request."

Morgan whistles appreciatively. "This is insane. I'm gonna give Garcia a heads up about our field trip. Expect another tag a long. I don't think she'll pass up this opportunity."

You chuckle as JJ says, "Rossi is going to be so pissed he took a vacation and missed out on working with the Avengers." Then looking at you, she adds, "Do you think Spider-Man will be there? My son absolutely loves him and I would be the coolest mom ever if I got a picture or video with him."

"I'm sure Pe- uh, I'm sure Spider-Man will make an appearance," you say. "He's always hanging around after his classes are done for the day."

JJ's eyes widen. "You totally know who he is."

"I do. And let me tell you, he absolutely adores kids. Ask and he'll happily oblige."

"Guys. Guys!" Emily says. "Case first, fangirl later."

Spencer snorts and you elbow him on reflex. He grumbles, Emily and JJ grin, and you innocently smile at Emily. "Sorry, Agent Prentiss. I'll just- I'll go sit on that couch over there so I'm not in the way."

Emily starts telling her team what needs to be done, repeating herself again when Morgan returns with a clearly excited Garcia. Morgan informs everyone he'll go gather the boxes of files while Spencer immediately sets out to disassemble the board of pictures and post-its. Garcia excitedly rushes back to her own office to pack up a few things, while Emily and JJ figure out what all they'll need to be taking with them.

To keep yourself occupied, you waste a few minutes by playing a game on your phone.

You're not sure how much time has passed, but someone hesitantly sitting next to you takes your attention off your phone. Glancing up, you see Spencer sitting there and realize everyone else has cleared out of the room. "We should be ready to head out in about ten minutes."

"Oh. Okay."

There's a moment of silence and then, "Soo.. Bucky Barnes." He chuckles, running a hand through his hair, and you can tell his amusement isn't exactly genuine. "He's- he's not the type of person I pictured you with if I'm being honest."

"Barnes?" You snort. "Ew. No." Spencer seems surprised by your reply. "Bucky likes to flirt with me because he knows it won't go anywhere. He's well aware of the actual person I have a crush on and he respects that. Mostly."

"O-Oh? So there is someone in the picture then?"

"Well, not really," you say. Squirming in your seat, you're not totally comfortable with the direction this talk has taken until you see you're not the only one squirming. Spencer is avoiding eye contact, but he's also clearly awaiting your answer. There's also a telltale flush up the side of his neck to the tips of his ears, and- oh. Oh. Seeing how nervous Spencer suddenly is makes you feel better. So better, in fact, that you feel you should speak up about something that you've kept secret for a while. "Well I mean I'd like there to be," you say, grinning when he freezes. "The thing is, he actually lives down the hall from me." Cue him holding his breath. "He's totally adorable, but also secretly hot which is so unfair, and he works for the FBI." Spencer's head snaps in your direction, eyes wide. You smile sheepishly and shrug. "The only downfall is that he's way too good for someone like me, so I settled for friendship."

Your heart is beating terribly fast and the only thing keeping you glued to your seat is Spencer grinning bashfully, cheeks pink. "If you ask me, I don't think he's too good at all. I-If anything, he probably thinks you were too good for him which is why he never made his own feelings known."

Relief washes over you and you laugh. "We're idiots, huh?"

Lips pressed together, he smiles wide. Then, "A little."

"Rain check on this discussion? We've got Avengers to greet and you have a case to solve."

"Of course!" Spencer hastily stands, offering you a hand up. Grinning, you take it and let him pull you to your feet while shoving your phone into your back pocket. "Wherever we're going, is it okay to leave our vehicles there?"

"Yeah. It's private property and pretty secluded. No one gets in without codes."

"Okay then. We'll swing by our building for your bag and then you can direct one of the drivers while the other follows."

"Sure. Sounds like a plan."

Because of the connection between the list of victims, you have an escort up to your apartment while you pack a bag. Emily and JJ happily accompany you, leaving Spencer to fend for himself with Morgan and Garcia.

In your apartment, the two female agents waste no time in subtly trying to figure out your exact feelings for their dear friend and you take great amusement in skirting around the answer they so desperately try to pry out of you. And it's only after your duffel is packed do you tell them you and Spencer had admitted some things to each other, but you are planning to talk about it further after their case is closed. JJ seems oddly giddy and Emily coos about their boy genius growing up. You blush, relieved that they've taken a to liking to you. Then when you get back to the vehicles, you know Spencer has been questioned as well given the smirks being sent your way.

The drive to the field isn't long and the team is impressed by the level of security for a seemingly abandoned airfield. There's an unmanned gate which you get off at to speak for voice recognition, punch in a specific code, give a hand print, and then secretly have your forefinger pricked for a blood sample. Then when the gate swings open, you quickly climb back into the car and instruct Emily towards the second gate where a guard sits. The guard greets you warmly and, after you introduce those in the vehicle with you, he assures you he knows all about the impending pick-up.

"So what exactly are we in for?" Morgan asks. You're all waiting in an opened hangar, the boxes they'd packed sitting on the ground.

"Your perceptions about them are about to be changed," you admit. "I'm sure you've all told yourselves that the Avengers are just like you and I, but you have no idea how true that it is until you meet them."

"Who is the nicest?" JJ wonders.

You take a moment to think about. "Honestly? They're all nice, but if I had to choose I'd choose Spider-Man. It's hard not to like him. The kid's a puppy."

"Who gives the best hugs?" Garcia quickly adds.

Everyone chuckles at her eagerness. "That's a tough one," you say. You ponder on it for a moment. "I say it's a tie between Steve and Thor. They hug full on, chest to chest. None of that half-assed, one arm hug nonsense."

Garcia practically swoons. "Oh to be wrapped up in those beefy Asgardian arms." You snort and shake your head in amusement.

Another twenty minutes pass and you regale Spencer and his friends about some of your work with SHIELD. But all too soon the telltale sound of a quinjet reaches your ears and when you look up you see one incoming.

"Well that was hella fast," Garcia muses when she spots the quinjet herself.

JJ grins. "Stark technology. Gotta love it."

Emily nods in agreement. "We definitely need an upgrade."

Whoever is flying the quinjet lands it with ease, and Spencer, Morgan, and JJ immediately pick up their boxes. Shouldering the strap of your duffel bag, you start heading towards the quinjet when the ramp is being lowered and the team follows a few steps behind.

Clint Barton walks off the ramp and you chuckle, hurrying your steps. Both your arms go around his neck and one of his arms wraps low around your waist. "Short stack," he says. "What trouble did you get into now?"

"Why does everyone assume I'm in trouble?" You pout as you pull back, pinching his cheek and cooing before stepping back out of range. "And what are you even doing here? Shouldn't you be on the farm with those precious little heathens?"

"I was, but Laura had leftovers for Nat and Wanda. I was just dropping them off when Steve rounded up the team."

"Oh nice." Then turning around, you gesture to the BAU team. "Clint, meet Special Agents Emily Prentiss, Derek Morgan, Jennifer Jareau, Doctor Spencer Reid, and the brains of the beauty of the team Miss Penelope Garcia. Guys, meet Clint Barton formerly known as Hawkeye."

Everyone shakes hands, with the exception of Garcia who slaps his hand away and pulls him into a hug.

"Baby girl," Morgan laughs, "what are you doing?"

She squeezes a chuckling Clint before letting go, she then whirling on her own friend. "This is my first time meeting the Avengers. Do not take this from me!" Morgan's eyebrows raise in amusement, the whole team and Clint chuckling.

Then not wasting anymore time, Clint ushers everyone on board. He shows them where the boxes and your bag can be stowed before taking the pilot's seat up front, only to be joined by Morgan moments later in the co-pilot seat. You show Emily and Garcia how to buckle in, and then take your own seat between JJ and Spencer.

Clint counts down for lift off and you grip your harness as you feel the quinjet take flight. Spencer nudges you with his elbow and you glance at him, grinning to assure him you're okay. But when you can feel the quinjet picking up speed thanks to the feeling in your gut, you close your eyes and are thankful that no one brings up the fact that you're actually really nervous right now.

Your left hand is grabbed and gently pried from your grip on the harness, and your eyes fly open in surprise. You look towards your left and JJ smiles at you reassuringly as she squeezes your hand in comfort. Then when your right hand is grabbed and given the same treatment, you glance over at Spencer and can't help but blurt, "I-I've never been nervous about flying before."

"It's perfectly normal to subconsciously be nervous or anxious after we trudged up your past earlier," he says. "Just close your eyes and relax. We won't let anything happen to you."

You nod, smiling shakily and turn your head to rest it against the headrest of your seat. Then closing your eyes, you're grateful for the team not asking you anything for the duration of the ride. Instead, they save their questions for Clint who's all too happy to answer what he can.

You know the Compound's come into view when Morgan whistles in appreciation. Clint lands to quinjet with ease and then everyone's unbuckling themselves when he gives the go ahead. Before you can grab your bag, however, Spencer is grabbing it and beaming at you when you sigh with mock annoyance.

One by one the BAU team disembarks after Clint, leaving you and Spencer to bring up the rear. You hear Clint introducing everyone and notice everyone's congregated around in a circle. Then just as you and Spencer join, you notice that Garcia is petting Bucky's vibranium arm. You snort, catching an amused Steve's attention.

"Y/N," he greets.

"Steve." You step forward, briefly hugging him and then Bucky. As you step back in line, you gesture towards Spencer to introduce him. "This is Doctor Spencer Reid. Spence, this is Captain Rogers and Sergeant Barnes."

Steve leans in for a handshake, but then pauses mid-shake. "Wait. Spencer Reid? The Spencer Reid?" He grins. "Are you- are you and the agent neighbor one in the same?"

You sharply inhale, eyes widening when everyone turns to stare at your rapidly blushing face. Steve's grin turns rather teasing and your eyes narrow at him. "Two words; octopus dick." Steve's amusement vanishes, and everyone turns towards a now blushing Steve as Bucky guffaws. You turn your gaze on him next. "I don't know why you're laughing, dolphin boy."

Bucky immediately shuts up and Steve shakily grins before addressing the team. "Okay! Now that we've all been introduced, lets get inside before Y/N starts a war she can't finish."

Morgan and JJ are the only two to follow after Steve, Bucky, and Clint. Emily and Garcia remain with you and Spencer, and both females look to you with pleading eyes.

"Please tell me how four innocuous words got two supersoldiers to blush like that?" Garcia asks, Emily nodding along with her. "I need to know!"

"Sorry, girls," you tell them. "Those stories get out and I'm dead meat."

The both of them grumble about not getting answers, but move on without fuss. Before you can follow, however, Spencer steps closer to you. "You won't even tell me?" He asks, voice quiet.

You huff. "You already know."

Spencer's answering smile is enough to make you roll your eyes and he's quick to keep pace with you as you enter the building. There are numerous people milling about, but since it's late most of the trainees are in bed. Every piece of furniture and fixture still seems brand spanking new, so you don't blame the BAU team looking around in awe.

Heading into the chosen office, you lead Spencer inside before catching Steve's attention. "I'm gonna let you guys get to work. I'll be setting up in my room if anyone needs me."

No one objects, so after taking your bag from Spencer you take your leave. You leisurely make your way towards the living quarters of the compound and find your room with ease. Opening the door, the familiarity of it brings a tired smile to your face. The lamps have been turned on, awaiting your arrival, and even the TV has been turned on with its volume on low. The walls and bedding is the same as everyone else has, but you know it's your room because of the personal pictures on the dresser and bedside tables.

Since you're going to be staying until the case is over and then probably a couple days more after, you decide to put your clothes in the dresser rather than leave it in your bag for the entire time. After that's done and you've switched your TV to a movie you like, you pick out a standard set of black sleep pants and a blue/gray shirt that every trainee at the compound wears to bed so you can shower before crawling into bed yourself.

You're grateful for the private bathroom and even more grateful to see the products you use already waiting for you. You turn on the water to the shower, grab a towel from the bathroom closet and set it on the counter along with your change of clothes before you start to strip.

You keep your hair in a topknot as you shower since you had washed it earlier that morning, so your shower is over within ten minutes. Then by the time you're dried off and dressed in fresh clothes, and your teeth are brushed, you exit the bathroom.

Stepping into your room, you startle at the sight of Spencer sitting on the small cushioned bench at the foot of your bed. He's staring up at the moving playing, the corner of his lips quirked up in amusement. But at your small gasp, he looks towards you, lips spreading into a fond smile.

"Captain Rogers said it was okay that I wait for you. I don't mean to intrude."

"Spence," you huff a laugh and then continue on towards your bed, "we have keys to each other's apartments and sometimes barge in without warning. I think you waiting in here is more than okay."

"Just needed to make sure," he says, "what with this being a new place and all."

"Mhmm." You sit on the edge of the bed that's right behind the bench, putting your feet on the cushion beside Spencer and practically hug your knees as you stare at him. "How did everyone settle in?"

"E-Everyone's good." Spencer turns sideways, grinning up at you. "We got our own rooms here so we don't have to be back and forth from a hotel. When we left, Garcia was being introduced to the holographic tables and now I don't think she's going to sleep tonight."

You chuckle. "I knew she'd fall prey to all the pretty tech here." He chuckles along with you. "And how did everyone take the news to hearing the details about the case?"

"They're taking it very personally," Spencer tells you. "Mr. Barton even asked to stay on as a consultant. He and agent Romanoff are not very happy."

"Well they might not be as smart as you, Doc, but I think they're going to be a big help. You guys will be out of here in no time with the bad guy in cuffs."

"Is that so?" He muses. You grin and nod. "And if we're out of here in no time, are we still waiting until you go home for that discussion we still need to have?"

"We can table the discussion," you say, "but I really need to do this before I chicken out."

"Do what?"

Without thinking too much more about it, you reach out to cradle Spencer's jaw in the palms of your hands. You bring his face closer to yours, pausing with barely an inch between your lips. It seems he's held his breath in surprise, but when he notices you're waiting for some sort of unspoken permission it's him who closes the gap.

There's nothing heated or rushed about the kiss- it merely being a chaste kiss of several little pecks before he catches your bottom lip between his teeth. You smile, your lip popping free from where it stretches, and you giggle as he leans up to chase your lips.

"Ahem." The interruption causes you to jerk back from Spencer, eyes wide when you catch sight of Bucky leaning against your door jamb and looking quite smug. "Hope I'm not interrupting." You groan, laying your forehead on Spencer's shoulder while he quietly snorts. "So with this new development, does this mean our threesome will now be a foursome?"

You can't help but laugh and sit straight once more so you can see your friend. Unfortunately, the question actually gives you pause and there's a split second where you actually give it thought. But in the next moment your nose wrinkles and you shake your head. "What? No!"

He points at you, eyes gleaming. "You paused! You paused which means that no just turned into a maybe. I'm gonna go tell Stevie we're back in the game!"

"James!" Spencer finally laughs and you groan again when Bucky pushes off the door jamb, whistling as he walks away. "I hate my friends."

"Just wait until Morgan finds out. It'll be worse." Spencer chuckles as you sigh, and he gets up before walking around to the side of your bed. He places his palms down on the mattress, leaning over you to kiss you once more. "I'm gonna go to my room before Sergeant Barnes brings back reinforcements."

"Okay. I'll probably see you around the compound, but I'll do my best to stay out of your hair while you're looking for your unsub."

"Are we still talking after?"

"Of course. Well we can either talk or order in some Chinese and hole up in one of our apartments for a weekend. Your call."

"I like the second option," he says.

"I figured you would." You kiss him one last time and then push against his chest. "Now go. We'll figure things out soon."

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holidays with tom [tom holland]

PAIRING: tom holland x female!reader

SUMMARY: life isn’t exactly back to normal. with another lockdown in place and the holiday season is vastly approaching, you and tom are stuck in quarantine with each other the problem? there was supposed to be at least 5 of you in that house and tom is the last person you want to be with. shouldn’t be too bad right?

WARNINGS: in no particular order swearing—err foul language lmao, sexual innuendos, things get heated but not that much??? exuding sexual tension but also fluff??? alcohol consumption, a series of bad decisions??? idk writing this made me experience the 5 stages of grief tbh lmao it’s not that bad I promise lmao

WORD COUNT: 6.9k!

A/N: hello and happy new year! I was supposed to post this during Christmas Day but guess who got into a writing rut—yet again. I didn’t want to abandon this because I actually had fun writing it. I hope you all had a festive and safe holiday. I know things have been hard but I still hope you guys enjoyed the holiday.

2020 has finally came to an end and we’re all ending it the same way when the pandemic started—staying at home, hopefully following the appropriate health measures. I can only hope that 2021 is a brighter and hopeful year for all of us.

stay safe, sending u all my love.

gif credits: @underoos-shield

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Two hours. It’s been two hours since you found out that you were going to spend your holidays alone. You were aware that you weren’t going to spend your holidays with your family as you normally would, embracing the fact that working in a different country whilst in the middle of a pandemic was going to be challenging.

Working in the film industry, constantly visiting sets while still living in a pandemic means that you threw away your chances of being home for the holidays. However, you weren’t entirely the only one who shares a similar struggle.

“We should still do something for Christmas, you know,” Tom muttered as he watched you lay down on the sofa, your head is supported by the armrest.

See—it should’ve been you, Ophelia, Alex, William, and Tom in that AirBnB, not just you and Tom.

The five of you reside abroad, however, you all had to fly to Los Angeles for work. You all collectively knew that it would be irresponsible to fly home for the holidays and it wouldn’t make any sense as you would all fly back for work anyway.

The five of you had a brilliant idea of renting an AirBnB for the holidays since you were all in each other’s personal and work bubble anyway. Obviously, the three of them bailed as they’ve decided to stay with their partners instead, leaving you and Tom alone—which is the last thing you’ve wanted.

“There’s just us two, Tom,” You replied as you sent a lengthy text to Ophelia, telling and reminding them about what happened between you and Tom. “I’m not entirely sure if it’s worth anything if we did plan on doing something remotely festive.”

There are four more days till Christmas and if you were being honest, the last time you felt festive was on the 18th of December...of 2019.

“Surely there’s something we can do, right?” Tom’s optimism still shined beneath him. “This year has already been shitty enough, we don’t need to feed more into that.”

The three dots bubble immediately popped up on your message thread with Ophelia as soon as you sent your passive-aggressive rant. Your focus was now on your phone.

Suddenly, Tom’s face appeared on top of yours—his face was definitely close enough that it’s not CDC approved. He was standing on side of the sofa, both of his palms planted against the armrest as he loomed over you.

“What do you and your family do during Christmas?” He dared to ask as if he wasn’t towering over you.

Your eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. “Uh—give each other personal space?” You answered out of sheer reflex. You always had a problem with keeping your mouth shut, especially when it sounds rude to other people. In your defence, being unable to do so has helped you put people back in place.

To be fair, you were used to people standing at least 6 ft away from you ever since the pandemic started.

Tom’s cheeks went bright red. “’m sorry,” He apologized, giving you a shy smile and scratched the back of his neck. You muttered a quick apology too, for acting so rashly.

You rose from your position and sat upright instead. “Well, we never do anything special during Christmas,” You said as you threw your hair into a bun. “We usually just go to the movies on Christmas Day because that’s the only thing you can do back when life was normal.”

Tom nodded understandingly as if he was taking this into account. Now you were curious.

“Do you guys do anything special for Christmas?” You asked him.

“Well, on Christmas Day, we would usually just lounge around the house and use it as a chance for me and my family to catch up,” Tom replied. “However, on Christmas Eve, my mum always made sure my brothers and I would have this scavenger hunt to look for our gifts—It’s really fun, actually.” Tom smiled sadly.

You could easily see how Tom was genuinely broken about not being able to be around his family over the holidays. Heck—he really just misses his family. But who wouldn’t? Britney Spears didn’t sing the line “my loneliness is killing me” for nothing.

“I’m sorry,” was all you could say. Aside from biting your tongue, being able to easily comfort people was one of your weaknesses too.

“Oh, there’s nothing to be sorry about, darling.” Tom quickly dismissed the genuine heartbreak he was trying to hide. “We’re all making sacrifices and we chose to be responsible for the benefit of other people.”

“Yeah, I know.” You said softly. “We’ll just try our best to make something out of this holiday season. I mean—we have to or else we’ll welcome 2021 with a fresh face of misery.”

“I’m sorry!” Ophelia pouted at the screen as they mindlessly walked around their partner’s place, something that most people do when they’re on the phone with someone. “I genuinely forgot about what happened between you and Tom.”

“Well, Ollie, it seems like you weren’t the only one.” You replied, adjusting your glasses. Tom seems to be genuinely fine around you, no awkward tensions or anything. If anything, it’s just you who feels weird around him. “But I guess that’s a good thing right?”

Ophelia forced a smile but they couldn’t, for the life of them, say anything about it.

“Oh my god,” You sighed “Seriously, Ollie?”

“It’s just—how could he forget?! You were literally on top of him as I recall and that very much left a permanent image on my mind. I—You know, I really tried my best to forget that ever existing in my mind. So really, if anything, it’s your fault.” Ophelia rambled on.

“I—I wasn’t on top of him. That’s absurd! I was merely pressed against him” You said defensively, in which Ophelia just laughed atrociously. “Why am I friends with you again?!” You asked rhetorically, bewildered by the fact that you two lasted this long.

“First of all, that is a hate crime. Second, I’m cool—like everyone wants to be my friend and you should be glad that I gave you the privilege to be even on a nickname basis as me.”

You rolled your eyes at them. Despite the never-ending banter, you were grateful to have Ophelia as your friend.

“But seriously, Y/N,” Ophelia said, “You can always just stay with me and Ericka. She’ll be glad to have you over for the holidays.”

“Ollie, as much as I love spending time with you two—I can’t stand being a third-wheel, especially when it comes to the both of you. You two are inseparable when you’re together.” You replied. “I appreciate the offer though.” You smiled at her.

“I’m just saying—” Ophelia replied, shrugging her shoulder. “Unless you and Tom really want to have the house by yourselves.” They sang teasingly.

“Ophelia!” You gasped.

“What?” They feigned innocence. “I gave you an option to stay with us! Plus, I know Alex and Will are would’ve asked you to stay with them if they had any idea what happened between you two.”

“I can’t leave him!” You started to whisper “Tom seems genuinely bummed being here. I can’t just do that to him.”

It’s as if a light came on inside them. Ophelia started to smirk and you recognized that smirk from anywhere. For christ’s sake, their eyes twinkled like Christmas lights. It drove you nuts. “I fucking knew it.”

“What?”

“You like him don’t you?!” They teased, but all you could do was blush.

“I do not!” You denied it as you could still feel the burning heat emitting from your cheeks.

“His tongue is that good huh?” Ophelia decided to pry even further. They clearly find enjoyment as you squirmed your way out of this conversation.

“Bitch, I am ending this call.” That was all you could say. Even if you did find a smart retort, it was no use, especially with Ophelia. They can see right through you and there’s no point in trying to hide it.

“Honestly, Y/N, we’re living through a pandemic. If there’s any time to make any rash decisions, it’s now. Go get that dick, bih—”

You drowned out whatever Ophelia was trying to say with your goodbyes and proceeded to end the call. The one time you asked your friend to be serious and they come up with this.

So—what really happened with you and Tom?

It was two years ago. You were at a party that you didn’t even plan on attending. However, you were dragged by Ophelia and their partner, Ericka—your new friends in the area. You couldn’t say no to them, they were your first friend in LA!

You thought about it though, saying no. But when you got a message from your friend back in Canada sending a photo of your boyfriend ex-boyfriend (the same guy who had ghosted you ever since you moved to LA), swapping spits with another girl, you suddenly had the strong urge to drink until you die of alcohol poisoning.

You were burning with anger that you really felt tears pricking your eyes. You were so close to crying or punching someone—whichever comes first.

One thing’s for sure, though, you weren’t going to cry over a man. So what did you do? “Ophelia, where’s the booze?!” You asked your friend whose eyes nearly popped out of their head.

Well, you weren’t really going to punch a stranger. Though you felt this burning sense of violence, it’d be much more satisfying to punch the living daylights out on your ex.

“Y/N, honey, are you alright?” That line always puts on the waterworks, no? Ophelia was clearly concerned about your newfound thirst for alcohol.

You furiously wiped the tears off your face. “Um just found out my boyfriend—er ex-boyfriend, who stopped talking to me as soon as I moved here, is seeing someone else now? I don’t know, am I allowed to feel angry when I don’t even know if we’re still together as soon I moved? Fuck—” You tried to explain as you wiped every tear that left your eyes.

“Oh—of course, hon.” Ericka who handed you a drink. You weren’t exactly sure what it is, but you knew it has alcohol in it and that’s all that matters. You gulped the entire thing and you wanted more. “Y/N, you need to slow down.”

“Are you sure you want to stay? I mean we can crash at our place, eat take-outs, watch movies and be totally disconnected from the world.” Ophelia suggested, but you shook your head furiously.

“No, I—I’m ok.” You answered “I can’t let the both of you be stuck in misery with me. I need this. I’ll get drunk and if I'm up for it, I’ll hook up with someone. It’s not a healthy coping method but I really want this night to be a series of bad decisions. I don’t want to be myself, even just tonight.”

So that’s what you did. You were going from one drink to another in record time. Both Ophelia and Ericka kept an eye on you, just in case someone tried to take advantage of your drunken state.

You were talking to some guy you met in the kitchen, one thing led to another and next thing you knew, you were making out with this dude in someone’s bathroom. Ophelia and Ericka were drunk enough to pester the guy you were making out with but not drunk

As you were propped on top of the sink and your legs wrapped around his waist, you felt every bit of his lips explore the side of your neck as his hands explored every inch of your body. With his hand under your shirt and his fingers tracing every part of your skin, it just reminded you of how lonely you were.

Here you were, a thousand miles away from home, all alone just so you could do the one thing you really love. Your family would sometimes call to check up on you but it just wasn’t the same. Your ex tried to guilt you into staying in Canada, but you couldn’t do that. You love what you do and you love yourself too.

You were willing to risk everything, even if happiness came at a price.

Now you were crying, and the guy you were making out with definitely noticed.

“I’m sorry, am I making you uncomfortable?” He asked as he pulled down your shirt.

“No—no, I’m just—” You tried to calm yourself down. “I’m not sure if I want to do this anymore.”

“That’s alright,” He mumbled wiping the tears off your face. “Do you want to talk about it? You seem rattled.”

“It’s just I’m so tired of pretending everything is alright—that I’m okay being alone, that I don’t need anyone. But it’s just so hard because I’m—” You sobbed “I’m so fucking lonely. I’m so tired of being alone.”

The guy tucked the stray piece of hair behind your ears as he carefully wiped your tears with his thumb. He was just silent as he listened to you sob.

“I’m sorry, I know you definitely didn’t come to this party to watch a complete stranger cry over something stupid.” You couldn’t even look him in the eye, you were embarrassed as this was the first time you felt really vulnerable—especially in front of a stranger.

“No, you’re alright.” He tried to console you “I think that’s the beauty in strangers, no? You can act and do whatever you want in front of them because there’s a slim chance you’ll ever see them again.”

You were definitely drunk enough that trying to make sense of who the person was a struggle enough of itself. You tried your best to look at the guy but your vision was getting hazy and you could feel your head thumping that focusing made you feel like you want to crack your head in half.

A loud knock on the door caused you two to jump. “I’m coming in,” Ophelia yelled and opened the door. Ophelia looked at the guy for a while, trying to make sense of who he was before their eyes widened. “I remember now—You’re Tom Holland.”

Imagine your surprise when you found out that you were going to work with Tom Holland for a while. You tried your best to avoid Tom at work but of course, that didn’t work out. He never brought up what happened between you two and you assumed he probably forgot all about it.

You tried to rationalize that he meets a lot of people every day. Surely, one failed hook-up wasn’t worth remembering (especially with alcohol involved) and you held on to that.

At least that’s what makes you sleep at night and also one of the reasons why you considered spending the holidays with him. However, you were also expecting your crew friends to stay with you and not just Tom.

“Y/N, did you like the gift? It’s from me and Ericka!” Ophelia asked. It was the next day and you two were just chatting on FaceTime. You were sorting out your closet out of sheer boredom. You figured if you were going to stay here for three weeks, the least you could do was sort your clothes out.

You stared at the neatly wrapped box that Ophelia and Ericka dropped off earlier this morning. “I haven’t opened it yet.” You said as you showed them the box. “I wanna open it till Christmas.”

“Oh my god, just open it. Christmas doesn’t exist this year, babe.” Ophelia waved their hand, encouraging you to open it.

“Fine,” You gave in. You opened the box and saw a very lush and well-made lingerie set. “Ophelia, what the fuck” You gasped. You held out the lingerie in front of the camera.

“Y/N, I definitely outdid myself this time.” Ophelia sighed happily, staring at the screen. “Try it on!”

“Ollie, this is gorgeous but when am I ever going to use this?” You asked holding it out on your body and looking at the mirror.

“Uh—you’re stuck at home with your failed but also potential hookup,” Ollie suggested, wiggling their eyebrows. “Who knows what might happen?”

You rolled your eyes at them. “Bold of you assume that something might happen.”

“Something won’t happen if you don’t try that one,” Ophelia said. “C’mon, I wanna see.”

You shook your head and went out of frame in order to strip off your clothes. You tried on the lingerie—it’s a black lace teddy with a very exposing back. IT fit you perfectly—it accentuated your figure and definitely showed off your boobs. You weren’t really fond of showing off your body but you still tried your best to show it to your friend.

“What do you think?” You asked, stepping back to the frame.

“You look gorgeous, babe!” Ophelia squealed. “I knew I made the right choice with black.”

“I still don’t know where I should wear this though—” You were stopped mid-sentence when your door swung open.

“I know what we’re doing this—Oh shit. I’m so sorry,” Tom stood there, frozen, his eyes widened and immediately shut the door.

You couldn’t even say anything. You were frozen in shock.

“Was that Tom?” Ophelia asked from the call, briefly forgetting that you were talking to them through FaceTime.

You nodded slowly, unable to talk.

“What did he think?” Ophelia asked excitedly.

You snapped out of this haze. “Ollie,” you groaned. “I think he was mentally scarred.

“What do you mean scarred? You look great!” Ophelia said, appalled. “If he doesn’t think you look banging in that lingerie then it’s his loss.”

“I gotta go, I need to change.” You said, bidding Ophelia goodbye. “Thanks for the gift, Ollie. Tell Ericka thanks too.”

You ended the call and changed into comfier clothes. You couldn’t help but wonder how on earth you’re going to face Tom now that he’s seen you practically naked. Well, it’s not like that’s a new sight. He did see you with your bra on when you were making out in the bathroom that one time. But still!

Are you actually going to spend your Christmas in your room?

It was the next day and there are only two more days till Christmas. You spent the entirety of last night in your room after the incident between you and Tom.

You were about to make yourself some coffee when you found Tom in the kitchen, making tea for himself. You stood there frozen, wondering if you were going to proceed to the kitchen or just run back to your room since Tom hasn’t noticed you—

“Oh—good morning, Y/N.” So close.

You smiled at Tom and said, “Good morning, Tom.”

You grabbed a coffee pod and waited for the Keurig to make your coffee. You leaned back against the counter and fiddled with your phone—all in the hopes that things move quickly and for this awkward tension to be over.

Honestly, why were you so worked up about it? People have seen you in a bikini before and that’s no different from lingerie. If anything, lingerie is itchier and has lace. You should be able to feel confident in your own body and you shouldn’t have to mind what other people think of it. It’s yours alone and it’s your opinion that should matter—

“I’m terribly sorry about last night, Y/N.” Tom apologized, sincerity was written all over his face. “I should’ve knocked and I just got so bloody excited about what we can do over Christmas—but that’s no excuse for what I’ve done. What I did was incredibly intrusive and you deserve a proper apology.”

“Tom, I—”

“I wanted to apologize last night—over dinner—but you didn’t come down to eat, so I figured you didn’t want to talk. “ He rambled on.

“Tom—”

“But even then I should’ve asked you to come down and eat dinner because that’s what any decent human would do! And yet I didn’t. God—I’m just doing one wrong thing after another—”

“Tom, listen to me.”

“Hm?” He finally snapped out and looked at you in the eyes.

“It’s okay. It was an honest mistake and you sincerely apologized, and for me, that’s enough.” You smiled softly at him. “So—what’s this thing you planned over Christmas?”

“I was thinking we could do both our family traditions over the next two days. My family and I usually do a roast dinner and open our Christmas stockings on Christmas Eve. Then on the 25th, we can watch movies all day just like you do with your family.” Tom grinned, clearly satisfied with his plan. “What do you think?”

“I think it’s a great idea,” You smiled “However, I don’t think we have any ingredients for a roast dinner and we don’t really have Christmas stockings. Well—I don’t have any Christmas stockings and stocking stuffers.”

“That’s true,” Tom mumbled “But I have to do the food shopping anyway. We’re running low on food and I couldn't really book one of those online delivery things that most groceries now offer.”

You nodded. “Okay, so I guess I have to get the house sorted then.”

When you two first arrived in this AirBnB a few days ago, it had already been decorated for Christmas. It had a massive tree in the living room decorated with stunning and intricately-themed ornaments. Christmas garlands were wrapped around the stair-bannisters and foliages were placed by the fireplace and the tables.

All you really had to do was clean the place—do a bit of vacuuming and get things nice and neat for Christmas. It didn’t take you too long to do it too. It had only been a couple of minutes since Tom left to do the food shopping and you prayed to the gods that he doesn’t get too much attention whilst out.

You figured you might as well do some last-minute shopping while Tom was out, so you can grab gifts for him as well. After all, this whole thing was orchestrated by Tom and you don’t even have anything to give him for his stockings.

You arrived at your AirBnB a tad later than Tom. He was in the kitchen putting things away when he saw you walk through the door.

“Ah, I was wondering whether I spooked you with my plan,” Tom commented, making you chuckle and roll your eyes.

“Trust me, I would’ve made it very obvious if you did.” You replied, earning a laugh from Tom. “I went out to do my last-minute shopping. Granted, it’s not ideal since we’re still living through a pandemic, but there’s not actually that many people where I went to considering it’s the Christmas rush.”

You made sure to hide the stuff you bought using the handmade tote bags that a friend gave you for your birthday. No retail bags, no clue. “How did you survive the groceries? I bet it’s busy out there.”

“Yeah, it was.” Tom chuckled, scratching the back of his head. “Remind me to never do that again for Christmas.”

“Sure,” You said, “That is if I spend another Christmas with you.” You said jokingly, hoping that Tom didn’t find that rude.

“You’ll never know,” Tom shrugged. “What if you liked our Christmas this year and you’d be begging to spend Christmas with me and my family in London,” Tom smirked, playing along.

“Yeah, right.” You scoffed playfully, crossing your arms. “If anyone’s begging, it’s going to be you.”

Tom stepped closer, “Wanna bet?” He whispered, a teasing look in his eyes. “Whoever has the most fun during our respective holiday traditions would have to spend the holidays with them next year.”

“Oh, you’re on, Holland.” You took a step closer. “We will both film our holidays for the entire two days and then we’ll ask Ophelia, Alex, and Will to vote whoever looks like they had the most fun.”

“Okay,” Tom nodded “But no editing! We’ll give them raw footage so there are no chances of tampering.”

You laughed but you agreed anyway. “Of course, we’ll give them hours of footage. The least we could do is make them sit through hours of content after they ditched us all alone on the holidays.”

Tom gave a broad smile. “Let the festivities begin.”

It was the 24th of December—Christmas Eve. You spent the entirety of last night wrapping Tom’s presents for later. Not that you despise Christmas, but it’s been a while since you were actually excited to celebrate it. It was pretty clear that the magic of Christmas dies once you grow up.

Today was different; you were looking forward to whatever Tom has installed for tonight.

You went downstairs to make some breakfast only to be greeted by Tom blasting Christmas music and preparing some ingredients for breakfast in the kitchen.

“Good morning, Y/N, happy Christmas Eve,” Tom greeted with a huge grin. “Say, hi to the camera.”

“Oh, we’re starting this early, huh?” You asked, putting your hair into a loose ponytail.

“Why of course, we have to make the best out of this,” Tom said, holding the camera to your face. “I made you coffee.” Tom handed you a cup of coffee.

“Are you using my love for coffee as an advantage?” You tried to hide your smile while drinking your coffee.

“Obviously not,” Tom feigned his innocence. “I obviously did not know you were obsessed with coffee—it’s not like I don’t see you on set without one.” He mumbled in which you definitely heard, giving him a smack on the head. “Ow! I’m kidding.” He laughed.

You rolled your eyes at him. “So, what’s for breakfast?”

“We’re going to make french crèpes,” Tom replied and propped the camera on the kitchen island, facing the two of you.

“Do you know how to make french crèpes?” You asked, washing your hands.

Tom blinked, almost trying to decide whether he wants to be honest or impressive. “Do you know how to make french crèpes?” He returned the question.

“Oh honey, my mom resents me in the kitchen.” You replied, taking a sip from your coffee. “But you know, I manage.” You murmured.

“That’s giving me a lot of hope, darling, thank you.” He said half-heartedly.

“Shut up,” You nudged him playfully, rolling your eyes. “Tom, honestly, most of the footage is just us bantering for 20 minutes.”

“To be fair, that’s part of the fun.” Tom smiled. “Okay, I think you just mix all of these in a bowl. Start with the dry ingredients first.” He said, looking at the recipe on his phone.

“Okay, that shouldn’t be too hard,” You commented pouring the ingredients into the bowl. As you started all of the ingredients together, you noticed small lumps forming in the batter. “Tom, did you sift the dry ingredients by chance?”

“You were supposed to sift it?” He asked, completely clueless.

You nodded slowly. Panic was now clearly painted on his face. “I’m sure we’ll be fine.” You tried to reassure him.

It was not fine. The first time you two tried to pour the batter in the pan, you burnt the entire thing. It’s not even the cute, lightly burnt crepe. It was activating the smoke alarm-burnt crepe.

The next one was pancake-like. The next one after that had pocket flours on the crepes because you two didn’t sift your dry ingredients beforehand. You ran out of the batter when you two finally got the consistency right—you managed to get one proper crepe from the entire batter.

“I feel like Sam would probably curse me out as soon as he finds out I fucked up a simple crepe,” Tom said, delicately filling the crepe with creme and berries. “My brother’s done so well in culinary school.” He cut a piece with his fork and brought it to your mouth.

“Well, you can’t have everything.” You said taking a bite out of the crepe. “This is better than the last one.”

Tom nodded, taking a bite of it himself. “It’s not as tasty as Sam’s but I’ll take it.”

“Now, I’m curious as to what your brother’s cooking tastes like.” You commented taking another bite from the crepe.

“I guess I’ll just take you home to London to find out,” Tom teased with an annoying grin.

“As long as I’m being fed, I’m fine with it.” You remarked. What in god’s name are you are you two playing?!

The day rolled by very quickly. It was already evening when you finished wrapping the presents for your friends. You plan on dropping it off tomorrow before you persuade Tom to glue yourselves on the couch for the entire day.

You grabbed all of Tom’s gifts—Christmas stocking included— when you went downstairs, only to be greeted by someone yelling at Tom through his phone.

“I did everything right, Sam. I don’t know why you’re yelling.” Tom yelled back at his phone. His back was turned against you as he was putting away the pots and pans that he used.

You quietly walked up behind him and said calmly, “Why are you yelling?”

Tom probably jumped six feet away from you, making you laugh. You always forget that he gets scared easily. “Holy shit, don’t scare me like that, Y/N.” Tom breathed out, putting a hand over his chest.

“I’m sorry,” You said whilst laughing. “I promise I won’t do it again.” Tom rolled his eyes, murmuring something about you being insincere about it.

“Please do it again!” You heard, whom you assume is Sam, say from the background. You looked at Tom’s phone that’s propped on the island and saw his brothers on FaceTime.

You beamed at them. “Any recommendations?” You asked, hearing Tom groan behind you.

“Well, he hates—”

“This is the last thing I want in 2020, for my brothers and Y/N to conspire against me,” Tom said loudly on purpose, drowning his brothers' voices.

“Tom, don’t be rude. Let your brothers finish—” Tom put his hand against your mouth.

“I’ll call you guys later,” Tom said “Wave goodbye, Y/N.” He used his free hand to grab your hand and forced a wave towards his brothers. The call soon came to an end and you could only roll your eyes at Tom. You seem to do that a lot around him. You also do a lot of that when you try to hide your feelings towards a person you like but that’s beside the point.

“So are we going to have dinner first or are we going to do presents first?” You asked fixing your Christmas sweater, a gift from your parents since you and your family usually wear matching sweaters for Christmas. “Or are you the type to wait until Christmas Day to open presents?”

“We can do the Christmas stockings after dinner tonight, then do the presents tomorrow, if you’d like,” Tom answered with his arms crossed.

You shrugged, telling him it doesn’t matter since you don’t really go all out on Christmas. Your family on the other hand—the house is always full of people, especially since most of your extended family are usually around during the holidays. You had this ongoing game you made for yourself whether or not you’ll be able to greet everyone with the number of people in the house.

You could only guess how quiet your family’s Christmas is going to be. You definitely needed to call your parents later.

“Is the sweater that itchy, Y/N?” You heard Tom ask, breaking away from your thoughts.

“Huh?” You asked, confused. You didn’t even notice that you’ve been scratching yourself subconsciously.

“You’ve been scratching yourself since I saw you.” Tom said, chuckling. “It’s a cute sweater on you.”

You smirked. “That reminds me—I got something for you, Tom.” Tom raised his brow as you grabbed the bag you stashed behind the tree. “Actually my parents got this for you. A little thank you gift apparently for having the tolerance to stay with me over the holidays—as if you had a choice.” You mumbled the last part.

Tom curiously opened the bag and there revealed a matching sweater such as yours. This year’s sweater was green and had red tinsel all over it, probably the reason why you’re itchy. The real kicker is that—

“No way,” Tom gasped “It lights up?!” He asked laughing. It lights up.

“Yeah, I don’t recommend turning that on. I did it earlier and I’m pretty sure I was about to combust—it’s a real fire hazard.” You replied, enjoying the genuine joy that Tom is showing on his face.

“Oh but we have to turn the lights on when we take pictures,” He commented as he put on the sweater. “Thanks, Y/N.” He said softly, surprising you with a hug.

It’s the first real physical contact that you two had ever since that night when you made out and you were pretty adamant that people were just making up this notion of having butterflies in their stomach—they weren’t.

Tom’s roast dinner went surprisingly well. You kept teasing him that it’s Sam that you had to thank because you knew that Tom wouldn’t last in the kitchen without his brother’s instructions. Tom pouted the whole time. You eventually had to tell him

“It was sweet.” You told him as you helped him clear out the plates.

Tom was confused.

“I don’t think I’ve known someone that went through hell and back just to make a great effort Christmas dinner —even if it means getting yelled at by your brother.” You said, smiling softly at him. “I mean it’s just us two, really. We don’t even have to do this.”

“Think that’s the reason why I wanted to do it,” Tom replied. Now you’re confused. “It’s because it’s the two of us—that’s why I wanted to do it.”

As soon as you heard those words come out of Tom’s lips, you tried your best to stay calm. To say that you weren’t overwhelmed with emotions would be a huge lie. For someone who couldn’t hold their tongue, you were speechless. Tom’s giving you a run for your money and you weren’t exactly thrilled about it.

After dinner, you and Tom opened your stocking presents. The presents were pretty tame at the start—you both got each other socks, which was hilarious but greatly appreciated. You love socks, especially comfy and cushiony ones. You came to learn that Tom does too, which prompted you two to wear the socks immediately.

You got him candy canes, he got you chocolates. You also snuck in those small, in-flight alcohol bottles in there too—which he ended up loving. He got you those 10-pack skincare face masks, in which you let out a huge gasp, making him laugh.

“Oh, we have to use this at some point!” You exclaimed happily “Like, we need to have a spa night—where we just watch movies, doing face masks, eating takeouts. Oh, that’s the dream!” You sighed happily.

“We still have two weeks left till we go back to work, I'm sure we can find the time to do that,” Tom said with a permanent smile on his face, watching you with pure joy made him feel like he accomplished something big.

You got him one of those Instax polaroid cameras—true, it was a bit too much for a stocking stuffer especially since the box definitely stood out against the stocking, but you figured he’ll like it.

“Darling, this is too much but I’m thankful,” Tom commented as he took out the camera from the box. “I can’t wait to use this and keep memories using it—why don’t we start right now?! Let’s take a photo of us and our matching sweaters!”

Tom took a lot of photos of you two, in the end. A couple of overexposed photos, one with the matching sweaters, one with your faces pressed against each other, one with your faces way too close to the camera, and one where he gave you a kiss on your cheek (he asked if that’s okay, of course, you said yes. it’s not like he hasn’t kissed you before— still no conversations about that, by the way). It was a good thing you got him at least 3 boxes of those 20 pack films in his stockings as well.

The real kicker was Tom’s “small” stocking present for you. He got you this dainty, gold necklace with a crescent moon charm. You were pretty sure it was expensive because of the teal box it came with.

“Stop,” You gasped “Tom, now this—this is too much.” You stressed out. “I can’t have this. Nope, you have to return this.”

Tom shrugged as if it was nothing. “You deserve it. Darling, you deserve something nice after this shitty year.”

“Tom, I’m serious. This is too much.”

“I’m serious too, Y/N. Keep it, please. I’d be offended if you don’t.”

After the roller coaster of emotions due to the stocking presents, you gave your parents a call to wish them a merry Christmas. They insisted to do a video call because they wanted to see Tom in the family sweater—which your mom wouldn’t stop gushing about.

“I think your mum loves me,” Tom whispered closely in your ear. He didn't have to try too hard. With the laptop propped up on top of the coffee table, you two were sitting close together on the living room floor—knees touching, maximum close skin contact. CDC would never approve.

“Yeah, I think it’s the accent,” You mumbled jokingly.

Tom moved his head to take a good look at you, smiling. You could feel his eyes burning your skin. Why does he have to look at you like that? Why does he have to be this close?

The initial video call with your parents turned into a whole family reunion when you found out they set up a group call with your extended family. Imagine the dread and fear in your eyes when you heard your one aunt ask,

“Finally, Y/N, is that your boyfriend?”

Your eyes widened as you stuttered to say your defence, making Tom chuckle. You frowned at him and nudged him saying, “Don’t laugh, tell them no or I’ll never hear the end of it.”

“No, unfortunately, I’m not,” Tom replied, laughing. “However, I do believe we make a cute couple, don’t we?” He teased, earning an earnest yes from your mom.

You could only wish for the floor to swallow you whole.

As the clocks rolled to twelve, it was officially Christmas. You and Tom figured you might as well start opening gifts again because Christmas Day is going to be a drag for the two of you.

“Okay, start with this.” You said as you handed him a gift bag. You didn’t give him a lot of gifts for the actual Christmas Day because you went all out on the stuffers.

“Pyjamas?” He asked with a grin. You made a signal for him to give you a minute. You ran to your room and changed into pyjamas.

“Not just pyjamas, Tom, but matching pyjamas!” You exclaimed, laughing. “I saw it and figured we should do this for my day.”

“Sick!” Tom laughed. Tom got into his pair of pyjamas as well and of course, he didn’t forget to pull out his new polaroid camera to take a photo of you two. “Shit, I forgot to film our entire Christmas Eve.” He said as he saw the camera that was still sitting on the kitchen island from earlier that morning.

You shrugged. “I’m pretty sure you’ll win either way. Just that content from the breakfast crepes was enough to secure your place.” You said jokingly.

“All I’m hearing is that you’re going to spend Christmas with me in London next year.” Tom sang teasingly.

“Yeah, maybe bringing you to our big Christmas holidays is a bad idea.” You wondered out loud.

“I like your family,” Tom commented with a smile “and I think they will love having me there for the holidays.”

“That would be a nightmare.” You mumbled to yourself.

The rest of the night dragged on. You and Tom finished the rest of your gifts—you got him a watch, he got you a vinyl player. You two managed to watch the first Harry Potter film before you called it a night.

You were about to head into your room when you heard Tom say, “Mistletoe.”

“Hm?” You hummed, confused. He placed a finger under your chin and gently tilted your head. There you saw a mistletoe hanging by one of the light fixtures.

“How did that even—”

“Can I kiss you?” Tom asked, cupping the sides of your face.

“Hm?” Tom was definitely giving you a run for your money. How can a girl with a speech turn speechless?

“Can I kiss you?” He asked more softly. All you could do was nod. For if you even dare to open your mouth, all of this would cease to exist.

His lips gently touched yours and then soon moulded into one. It was soft, sweet—familiar. His lips were something you never thought about—at least not a lot but you craved it. You crave his lips, his touch, him. You were riding a new high and you thanked every single god that you were sober to remember this—because this, this is something you want to cherish.

“You told me you’re tired of being alone,” Tom whispered against your lips. “You don’t have to be anymore. Not when you have me, not ever.”

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say it again when we’re sober || frankie morales x reader

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Summary: High off your asses and half-asleep watching Deep Space Nine, you and Frankie say some things you might not have said sober - but that doesn’t make them any less true.

Pairings: Frankie “Catfish” Morales x Reader, College AU

Genre: Fluff, smut, idiots to lovers

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: Drug use, making out, fingering (be safe smoking the devil’s lettuce, kids), perhaps boring amounts of consent-talk (but is there really such a thing? consent is so sexy)

A/N: Yeah so I got high and somebody had Star Trek on and I let my imagination run wild. I’m pretty proud of this one, though - I think it’s hot and really soft. Also, I know this isn’t a Frankie gif, but since it’s a college au I wanted him to look a little younger :) Enjoy!

One second. Omw.

You stuffed your phone in your pocket after reading his text and looked through the grating in the security door, your arms crossed over your chest against the cold. It seemed like Frankie was taking his sweet time coming from his dorm to let you into his building, and you shifted from one foot to another to try and generate a little heat.

He came through the inside door a minute later, grinning like an idiot when he saw you; you tried to ignore the butterflies you always felt when he smiled at you. He opened the security door for you and ushered you inside with a gallant wave.

“Sorry it took forever, Santi almost set the whole place on fire trying to make popcorn.”

You gave him an exasperated smile as you walked with him down the corridor towards his dorm. “Great. So it smells like burnt popcorn?”

He smirked. “Not for long.”

“Wait.” You grabbed the sleeve of his hoodie and pulled him to a stop.

He raised a brow. “What?”

“We’re not gonna - ” You looked around and were satisfied to see an empty hallway, but still lowered your voice. “- smoke inside, are we?”

He looked amused at your worry. “Yeah, why not? I thought you wanted to smoke.”

You punched his shoulder and gave a begrudging smile when he laughed.

“Shut up,” you said. “And yeah, I do, but you’re gonna get in trouble doing it inside.”

He rolled his eyes as you started walking again. “Ugh, fine. We’ll go outside if you want. But it’s gonna be cold.”

“I’ll make you some hot soup or something.”

He snorted. “Yeah, let’s get high and have soup. That sounds great.”

He held the door open for you when you reached his dorm, and you were greeted by the smell of burnt popcorn, as promised.

“Honey, I’m home,” you called, looking around for the culprit. Santi’s head poked out from the kitchen and gave you a wide grin.

“Hi, sunshine,” he said. “Sorry about the popcorn. I didn’t burn all of it, though.”

You went through to the kitchen as Frankie went into his room for a minute, picking out a handful of popcorn from the not-burnt bowl. “And they said college wouldn’t make you any smarter, Santi.”

He smirked. “Yeah, well, you’re the one still hanging out at our apartment on a Saturday night when you could be doing literally anything else, so who’s the real dumbass?”

You smiled. “Still you. What are you doing with your Saturday night, if you’re too fancy to spend it here?”

He leaned against the counter. “I’m going to Will and Ben’s.”

“Ah,” you said, nodding sagely. “Mario Kart.”

“Hey, you’re welcome to join,” Santi said. “Unless you’d rather be alone with Frankie.”

He waggled his eyebrows suggestively; you laughed and tried to downplay the heat rising in your cheeks.

“Yeah right,” you lied. “I’m here for his weed, not anything else.”

“Oh, are you guys smoking?” he asked. “Can I join?”

You shrugged. “Sure.”

“Only if you want to freeze to death,” Frankie called. A second later he came out of his room, holding another hoodie and the pencil case he kept his stash in.

“She’s making me take her outside to smoke,” Frankie told Santi.

Santi grimaced. “Yeah, no thanks.”

Frankie tossed you the extra hoodie he’d brought out, a soft blue thing you’d seen him wear a lot. You put it on and were practically swimming in it, but it was nice and warm and smelled like him.

“Thanks,” you said, sticking your hands in the front pocket and swinging back and forth on your heels.

He looked amused at your enjoyment of his hoodie. “You ready?”

“Lead on,” you said. You gently butted your head against Santi’s shoulder. “Bye, Santi. Hope you win in Mario Kart.”

“Thanks,” he said with a laugh. “I’ll leave the door unlocked for you.”

You and Frankie walked back out of the housing complex, catching each other up on your day. You’d been best friends since you arrived late to the first meeting of your physics class and had to take the only open seat, right next to Frankie. He’d walked you to your next class so you wouldn’t get lost, and from then on, you’d practically been inseparable.

Lots of people had thought you’d get together. Santi, Will, and Ben - Frankie’s best friends from freshman year and now your friends too - teased both of you mercilessly about it. You couldn’t lie and say you hadn’t thought about it - really, you spent a lot of time thinking about it - but you were way too shy to make the first move. You figured Frankie would tell you if he felt that way about you, and you’d live with it if he didn’t. You loved him and you knew he loved you, even if it wasn’t like that, and you were happy with it.

He took you down to the side of the outbuilding that technically served as the housing offices, but it didn’t see much traffic during the day and was abandoned at this hour.

“Ok?” he asked, and you knew that as much as he’d grumbled, he was happy to change his plans around to make sure you felt comfortable.

You looked around at the dark parking lot. “Yeah, it’s good.” It was cold, like he’d warned you it would be, and you stood close to him as he fished a joint and a lighter out of his bag.

“Your pencil case must make you popular with all the ladies,” you teased.

He laughed. “Yeah. I haven’t really found a better place for it.”

He put the pencil case in the pocket of his hoodie and took a long, slow drag when the joint was lit. He held it out to you and you took it carefully.

“This isn’t the ‘hype you up’ kind, is it?” you asked. You’d had something before that made you all jittery and wild, and you hadn’t liked it that much.

He shook his head, bottling a cough in his chest. “Uh-uh,” he said, turning his head to exhale. “It’ll chill you out. You’re good.”

You took as long a drag as you could manage, giving a decent volley of coughs as you exhaled. You smoked with Frankie pretty frequently, all things considered, but you still weren’t very good at it. You liked being high, but you didn’t really like the process of getting high.

“Hit it again,” Frankie offered. “We both know you don’t ever get anything on the first try.”

That was probably true. You took another drag, the lit end flaring with color in the darkness, and managed it better with a little less choking.

You handed it back to Frankie. “Thanks for coming outside.”

“Sure,” he said with a smile. “Anything for you, kiddo.”

You stood close to each other for warmth, passing the joint back and forth until it was spent. Frankie killed it and you looked up at the stars, dim with the light pollution from campus but with certain constellations still recognizable.

Frankie cleared his throat. “So, I’m gonna say something, and it might be a little weird.”

You laughed and tipped your head back down to look at him. “That’s always a danger when you open your mouth, Frankie.”

His smile and the way he looked at you seemed so impossibly tender that you wondered if you were seeing it correctly.

“Ok, smart-ass,” he said, and his voice matched the way he looked, soft and affectionate. He looked a little nervous, and you wondered what he wanted to say that could be such a big deal. Usually Frankie was so straightforward, unafraid of speaking his mind -

“I wanna kiss you.”

Your breath caught in your throat.

“What?” you choked.

He laughed. “Goes down real smooth, huh? Well, forget I said it.”

“No, Frankie,” you said, trying to get your composure. You felt a swing of dizziness and grabbed onto his arm to steady yourself.

“Easy, tiger,” he said, putting his hand on your other arm. “You alright?”

“Yeah.” You looked up at him. Could you really have heard him right?

“Say that thing you just said.”

He smiled. “Which one? About wanting to kiss you?”

You tipped your face up almost unconsciously. “Yeah, that one.”

He gave a thoughtful hum. “Well...” He leaned closer to you, close enough that your noses touched. He chuckled softly. “I’ve wanted to kiss you for a long time, kiddo. Pretty much since the day you grabbed the seat next to me in physics.”

You could feel his warm breath on your skin. “That long?”

He hummed in agreement. “That long.”

You closed your eyes. He was so close - you felt his warmth all around you, protecting your from the cold.

“So kiss me,” you said softly, almost afraid to speak too loud and break the spell, to test this delicate balance you both hung in.

You didn’t know how long he waited - it could have been seconds or hours, you couldn’t tell - but then there was nothing but the feel of his mouth on yours, warm and soft and cautious.

He pulled back just enough to see your face.“How was that?”

You smiled. “Sweet,” you said, a little dazedly. Better than you had imagined. “Nice.”

He laughed. “Sweet and nice, huh?” He kissed you again, still as gentle as could be. “You’re sweet and nice.”

“You have a way with words, Frankie.”

“I’ve been told that a lot actually.”

He kissed you deeper then, still taking it slow, giving you time to get used to him. He let you take the lead, and when you opened your mouth, he responded in kind. You could have kissed him like that forever, lazy and easy and full of promise.

“Frankie,” you breathed.

He pulled back a little. “Hm? You ok?”

You pressed closer to him to close the distance; his cautiousness was sweet but unnecessary, and you wanted more of him.

“I want...” But you couldn’t say it, were too embarrassed all of a sudden, your face warming even in the cold air. Not even getting high could erase your bashfulness altogether, or make you brave enough to ask your best friend for - well, more.

The hand that had been holding onto your arm released you, only to find its way to your waist.

“You want...” he prompted, giving you a few feather-light kisses to your cheeks and nose. “What do you want, pretty girl?”

Your breath caught when he called you that, and you wondered if he’d do it again if you asked.

“Call me that again,” you said.

You felt his smile against your cheek. “Tell me what you want, pretty girl,” he murmured. “‘S just me. You don’t have to be shy.”

You closed your eyes and leaned into him, your best friend, the person you felt safest with.

“Touch me, please.”

“Okay,” he said against your jaw. He moved to kiss you, steering you gently back a few steps until you were against the wall, bracketed by his arms. You let your hands drift over his chest, fingers glancing over the little bit of collarbone exposed by the loose collar of his hoodie.

“Tell me if you want me to stop, ok?” he said. You nodded, and his hand moved from your waist to your breast, kneading gently. You could feel the warmth of his hand even though the hoodie, and you sighed as he kissed you deeper.

He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, moving his thigh between your legs; you were surprised by the rush of warmth that went through your whole body. You didn’t know if he would have noticed, but you gasped a little, and you could feel his smile.

“What?” he asked, amused and kind.

“Just... surprised me a little.”

He nosed against your jaw. “Good surprise?”

You nodded. “You can...” Again, you drifted off, embarrassed. He kissed you again.

“I want to do whatever you want to do,” he said easily. “Whatever you’re comfortable with. All you have to do is tell me.”

Your cheeks felt impossibly hot against the cold air, and you leaned your head against his.

“You can...” you started again. You pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “You can - I want you to - ”

You put your hand over his and moved it down, slowly, giving him time to pull away. Even though he’d said he was ok with whatever you wanted, it was still so early, and you wanted to go slow, for both of your sakes. He got your meaning and started fumbling with the button on your jeans.

“Tell me what you want, pretty girl,” he reminded you again, but there was only affection in his voice, and you knew he would patiently remind you as many times as you needed. Frankie knew you, knew how you always got so tripped up trying to say what you meant, what you wanted - he knew you and cared for you like you needed to be cared for.

You blushed and hid your face against his shoulder. “Want you to... finger me. Please.”

A thrill rushed through his body at that, a wave of desire and protectiveness that you could feel under your hands as you held onto him. He moved closer to you, one hand leaning against the brick wall behind you, the other slipping under the waistband of your jeans.

“You can tell me to stop any time,” he said. “Just say the word.”

“Okay,” you agreed, already a little breathless at his warmth so close to you.

He moved his hand slowly, staying over your underwear; he gently worked his way over your heat, pressing just enough to make you sigh against his mouth. God, his hand was so big, and his fingers were so gentle - it was heady, with his fingers rubbing slow circles and his tongue in your mouth. You pressed against him, wanting more, wanting him.

He pulled away and you wondered if you’d done something wrong, tried to tamp down the sting of disappointment and embarrassment as you thought he may have reconsidered it all. Before you could say anything, stutter out an apology, he gave you a quick, reassuring kiss.

“It’s alright,” he said. “Just wanted to warm my hand up a little for you.”

He cupped his hands over his mouth and warmed them, rubbing them together; he reached for your hands and blew gently on them too.

“Figured your hands were cold too,” he said sweetly, and kissed your knuckles. You gave him a wobbly smile and let him hold your hands for a moment.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, with an innocence and sincerity that made you weak in the knees.

You leaned close to kiss him, and he obliged you. You draped your arms around his neck and tucked your hands under his hood to keep them warm as he went back to the job at hand.

His fingers were a little warmer, but they were still a shock as he slipped into your underwear and traced over your heat. Your breath hitched from the first touch, and he gave a pleased hum as he started to circle your clit.

“Frankie,” you sighed, letting your body move naturally against him.

“Feels ok?” he asked gently.

“Y-yeah,” you breathed. He moved down and teased at your entrance; you bunched the fabric of his hoodie in your grip.

“Easy does it, pretty girl,” he said, nipping at your bottom lip. “Gonna take it nice and slow.”

True to his word, he slowly worked a finger into you, his thumb still rubbing your clit. You let out a shaky breath that gave way to a quiet moan, and you immediately felt yourself blush.

“Sorry,” you said.

He chuckled. “That’s ok. Sounded real pretty, baby.”

He made a come-hither motion with his finger, and you moaned again, a little less quietly. You buried your face in his neck, your cheeks burning; he smiled and kissed you, and you felt hot all over knowing he liked the sounds you made.

“Please, Frankie,” you said, kissing his neck. His thumb on your clit was driving you crazy; your legs started to shake and you leaned on him to steady yourself. “Please.”

He knew what you meant, and he added another finger, setting a steady pace. He didn’t seem in any mood to rush, and you let him draw you out with his skillful, patient touch.

“Fuck,” you breathed quietly, tangling your fingers in his curls. You could feel your orgasm cresting like a wave between your hips, a low fire turned into a roaring flame with Frankie’s fingers inside you and his mouth on yours. You gasped and let out a sort of mewl as he gave your clit more attention, crumpling his hoodie in your fists.

“Frankie,” you almost whined.

He kissed your collarbone. “Tell me, pretty girl.”

Your breath came in short pants. “Gonna cum, Frankie.”

“Good girl,” he praised, his voice low. “Cum for me, baby.”

His praise tipped you over the edge and you came on his fingers, riding out your orgasm as he drew it out as long as he could for you. You leaned your head back against the wall and he kissed your neck, murmuring words of praise.

“So beautiful,” he said against your skin. “What a good girl for me.”

When you came down from your high - well, one of them - blissed out and a little overstimulated in the best way, you looked up at him and gave him a dreamy smile.

“Thank you,” you said unsteadily. You were half aware that you were leaning heavily against him as your legs still shook, but he didn’t seem to mind.

He chuckled. “No problem, baby. My pleasure.”

You rested your head against his shoulder, feeling a little dazed as the endorphins seemed to make the weed start to hit more noticeably. You were content and warm, feeling more comfortable and safe than you had in a long time.

“You ok?” he asked. He ran a soothing hand up and down your back.

You hummed in agreement. “A little cold.”

“Yeah, it is a little cold out here,” he agreed. “Why don’t we go back to my place and get warmed up?”

“At least buy me a drink first,” you said, and he laughed.

“Come on, trouble.” He took your hand in his; you tucked yourself close to him and leaned against his arm as you walked back to his dorm.

Santi was still out when you got back, but he’d lit the one candle he kept for when girls came around, and the apartment smelled comfortingly like laundry, or some variant of a “soft cotton” smell. You kicked off your shoes and curled up on Frankie’s bed.

He leaned down and gave you a quick kiss. “Be right back.”

You were content to lay on the bed and doze a little; you did get a little in your head when you thought Frankie had been gone for a long time, but he came back just before you started getting panicky, his laptop and a bowl of popcorn in hand.

“You two and your popcorn,” you said, moving over to make room for him on the bed.

He smiled. “Yeah, but I didn’t burn it, because I’m not an idiot.” He set his laptop on his thigh and pulled up Netflix. “Any requests?”

You shook your head, cuddling close to him. “Whatever you want.”

He put on Deep Space Nine, one of his guilty pleasure shows, and put his arm over your shoulders.

Between the two of you, the popcorn bowl was quickly empty, and you you spent the remainder of the episode kissing and going through every dumb question you had about Star Trek. Your attention got hooked during one scene with a monastery and a weird prophecy-orb that gave people sex visions - or at least that’s what you gathered, as you were very tired and still pretty high. You looked over at Frankie to confirm that’s what had just happened, but stopped before you asked when you saw him.

He was asleep, his head at a bit of an uncomfortable angle, his arm still around you as he snored gently. You couldn’t help a smile as you studied his face, all soft and pretty and restful.

You couldn’t help the words that came out of your mouth, either, tumbling out before you could stop them.

“I love you.”

Oh, boy. Your pulse jumped as if you’d just yelled it from the rooftops instead of whispering it to him while he slept, and you watched his face for any kind of reaction. You didn’t know whether it had been a good idea to say it or not, but you had, and you found it was the easiest thing in the world.

You wanted to say it again.

He shifted a little, tucking you closer to him; you held your breath, waiting to see if he had woken or was just moving closer in his sleep.

“Lay down,” he murmured. You did as he said, laying your head on his chest, tucking your hand in the pocket of his hoodie. He was warm and solid and safe, and you relaxed completely against him.

“I love you, Frankie,” you said again, even softer.

He gave a sleepy grunt.

“Heard you... the first time,” he mumbled, still mostly asleep. “Love you, baby. Let’s... say it again when we’re sober, ‘kay?”

“Okay,” you agreed. You smiled and snuggled close to him, already feeling like you were home.

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