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chloe-skywalker · 2 months

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Easter Celebrations - Billy Hargrove

Billy x Fem!reader

Warnings: religion is mentioned if that is a warning?

Word count: 648

Summary: Billy’s family doesn’t really do holiday’s. Not like most families at least. So why not join in and see how his girlfriends family celebrates them. He was invited after all.

Authors Note: Don’t ask me why pretty much all my holiday imagines end up being “Billy Hargrove” imagines. Because I don’t know why it ends up that way. I think it’s because the character just ends up working perfectly for my idea of the story.

P.S - Easter is a religious holiday so if that’s a warning them there you go. Warned, but I only really mention that they go to church not any views or etc…

Also to those who celebrate it Happy Easter!

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(gif does not portray what goes on in the story on this one its just different I hate reusing gifs)

“I’m so glad you came.” Y/n smiled at Billy as she opened the front door to let him in.

“I wanted to see how you do Easter. I’m sure it’s a hell of a lot different than how it’s been done in my family.” BIlly shrugged putting his hands in his pockets as he entered her home.

“Well, my little sister isn’t up yet. So no eggs have been hunted, and no basket’s touched.” Y/n told him excitedly, closing the door behind him, pulling him into the living room. “Mom made you a basket too.”

Billy looked at her in shock. “She didn't have to do that.”

“She wanted to.” Y/n smiled reassuring him that it was okay, Y/n reached out for his hand and squeezed. And it did.

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“So how’s Easter so far?” Y/n asked, nudging him with her arm as they sat next to each other on the couch.

“I’m shockingly enjoying it.” Billy smiled at her. He was enjoying it, more than he thought he would. Watching Y/n help her little sister hunt for egg’s and they even did egg’s filled with treats for the dog’s. Her mom was even nice enough to put together a basket for him like Y/n said. Filled with different chocolates and some other stuff.

“I’m glad.” Y/n nodded with a smile also on her face.

“Billy, hunny. We’re going to church in an hour for Easter service. You can stay here if you want. Catch up on some sleep I’m sure.” Y/n’s mom offered not wanting to force the young man to join them.

“Actually…” Billy stopped Y/n from getting up from the couch and her mom from leaving he says with hopeful eyes. He actually wanted to go, he hadn’t been since his mom was around. Hence the necklace. “I’d like to join you all. If that’s ok.”

Y/n turned to look at him, trying not to show her shock. “Of course it is baby.”

“Great. We leave soon.” Y/m/n sent a smile the boys way before going to finish getting ready and help her younger child and their cousins as well.

“Are you ok?” Y/n asked once they headed up to her room for some privacy.

“Yeah. Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” Billy nodded, not sure why it seemed to be a big deal.

Y/n shook her head side to side not wanting him to think she didn’t want him to come. “Just checking. I mean, have you ever been to church before?”

Billy thought for a moment but he trusted Y/n. So maybe he should share a little more of himself with her. She knew more than most people anyway.

“Back with my mom. When I was younger. I remember what I learned there. It’s always stuck with me.” Billy told her thinking back on his childhood, the few good memories he has.

“Does that have to do with the pendant?” Y/n asked curious since he was in a sharing mood. Moving across the room to stand in front of him as he currently sits on her bed.

“Yeah. It was my mom’s, she gave it to me. It always reminds me of her, and that one day I might see her again… Thank you. For inviting me to celebrate Easter with you and your family.” Billy explained, resting his hands on her hips as she played with the pendant around his neck.

“Billy, you’re part of my family. I’m glad you enjoyed it.” Y/n smiled happily running her hands over his shoulders.

“I’ll always enjoy every day of any life as long as you're in it.” He stated pulling her to fall on top of him laying back on her bed, and the two started to passionately make out. After all, they had some time before church.

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frankcastleonlyfans · 1 year

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𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐑, 𝐌.𝐐

pairing: recom!quaritch x latina!recom!reader

summary: miles is not holding himself anymore around you.

author's note: so, i know reader speaks spanish but there's one reference to brazilian culture because we're still latino.

warnings: cussing, reader is a tease, miles is a thirst trap, he gets a boner in this one.

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part 1

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"You know he's playing favorites, right?" Z-dog complained.

Rolling your eyes, you scoffed and bit on your bottom lip. Since she returned from the forest task she couldn't stop complaining about how the Colonel did her dirty.

"Chica, stop. You know he send you on the task because you whined" You murmured, staring at yourself in the mirror while braiding your hair, "Besides, why would he play favorites with me?"

"C'mon, you have to admit it was a little unfair," Walker said behind you, while her fingers worked on braiding your queue, "Since we woke up as recombinants, how many times did he bother to give you a task?"

You frowned, "I'm always by his side being Ardmore's bitch and trying to get us permission to hunt Sully!"

With Walker's help, your long hair was styled on boxer braids, divided into six equal parts, plus your queue braid in the middle of your head.

"Girl, you're a lieutenant. Being the Colonel's assistant isn't the same as being on a task force" Z-dog grinned teasingly.

“Aye, vete a la mierda.” You chuckled.

But they were right. Kind of, you told yourself. Quaritch did have enough reasons to send you to the forest task, but he didn't. He chose to be unfair to Z-dog, knowing it was the wrong thing to do. Why would he do that?

You and the girls were going to the hangout room inside the recom's quarters, where the team would be reunited to celebrate Lopez's birthday. You had made a little more effort than everybody else trying to make it a special occasion for your friend since you were the only one who could cook latinoamerican food. And you wouldn’t complain, you felt thankful for that. You missed your country so much, and you wouldn't miss the chance to cook something that for seconds could bring you back home. And Wainfleet was in charge of the cake, and he did a very good job as well. The rest of the team decorated the room with blue balloons to match the huge blue cake.

The whole squad was waiting inside the room as the lights were off, waiting for the birthday boy to come any minute now. Lopez came in with Miles right behind him. Looking around throughout the darkness, the corporal frowned with a confused face, but his features lightened up as soon the smell of Ropa Vieja reached his nostrils.

“Sorpresa!” Everyone screamed the moment Quaritch switched the lights on. You could remember how funny it was to teach them to roll their R's to pronunciate the word.

"Guys! I can't believe you did this all for me..." Lopez smiled.

"Our lovely Y/N did most of it" Colonel Quaritch blurted out, tapping Lopez's back but looking directly at you. You blushed at his words.

Cleaning your throat, you opened a large smile and pointed to the table; "But they decorated the room. And guess what? Lyle made this beautiful delicioso cake for you! We should leave it for dessert."

You weren't so surprised when they ate it all. Not to be cocky about it, but not only you were a great cook, the food was also amazing. And in the end, it did bring you home.

Unfortunately, your efforts to teach them Spanish had their limits, and the team sang happy birthday in english. After Lopez gave you the first slice of cake, you played reggaeton to dance and celebrate.

"So, who's gonna dance with me?" You called out.

The eyes around the room watched your hips moving from side to side as you swayed through the floor. You called Lopez with your index. Walking to you, the corporal moved to the rhythm of the song. He placed a hand above your ass and you followed his lead, your hips meeting his, your tail entwined his leg.

Across the room, Quaritch enjoyed a glass of tequila and watched that scene. His eyes followed every step you took, as you swung in Lopez's arms, being caught in Mansk's embrace. Lyle hurried to dance with you as soon as he caught an opening to do so.

"So cute," He thought.

Those men were there, practically throwing themselves at your feet, but none of them could have you. At the end of the day, they weren't what you were looking for.

When your body met Lopez's again, your gaze met Miles'. As your friend's hand traveled through your body, the colonel's stare made you hot. You moved your hips slowly and seductively against Lopez's crotch, and you could see Quaritch's hand going to his own. Did I just give the colonel a boner? Yes, you did. And now you teased him on purpose, which aroused you even more.

Quaritch's upper lip twitched as his blood boiled. You rubbed your body to the others, but your eyes never left his. You were teasing him, wickedly and intentionally. His mind was running with dozens of ways he could teach you a lesson, while his cock was growing inside his trousers.

And then you called for him.

"Coronel," that sexy accent shouted, "won't you dance with me?" You pouted, innocently. He almost snarled at your audacity.

Miles smirked before taking a sip from his neat tequila, "Thanks sweet pie, but I'm good,"

"Then I won't dance anymore." You shrugged, leaving the center of the room where everyone was dancing.

You passed by the table and grabbed a couple of sweets along with a glass of tequila. You sat beside him, placing a gentle hand on his thigh to get balance. You crossed eyes again, and Miles squinted as you slightly squeezed his thigh.

You took a sip from your drink and a bite from the brown candy. The Colonel's eyes went from your hand to your lips as you chewed. You offered him the bonbon.

"Prove it," You cooed, "I made it myself."

Miles raised a curious brow, "What's this?"

"It's brigadeiro. Just eat, you'll like it." And he let you feed him. The tip of your thumb entered his mouth and touched his warm wet tongue. You pulled your hand back, quickly.

Miles' licked his lips clean, staring at you. You flushed but didn't let yourself be intimidated by him.

"How does it taste?" You asked, licking your thumb.

"Sweet," he replied, "just like you."

You snorted, "Careful, sir. I might start thinking you're flirting with me"

"Would you like that?" Quaritch questioned.

You looked around to see if someone was paying attention to your proximity to the Colonel. Fortunately, everyone was too drunk and entertained by the music to see something other than the drinks in their hands.

His huge blue hand gripped your thigh, squeezing it to call your eyes back to him.

"I asked you a question, Y/N" Miles smirked, "What's wrong? The gato got your tongue?"

You snickered, "You suck at spanish, Coronel."

"I could suck at other things, Teniente." He muttered under his breath.

Miles was taking a blind shot. You could either turn your back and leave, or fall for his games and give yourself to him. It was a shot in the dark. But Miles is a well-trained marine, and even if he shot in the dark he would hit the target.

"You like to tease, don't you? Flirting all the time, teasing the corporals until they're all at your feet begging for your attention, just so you can deny them and do it all over again."

His thumb caressed your thigh softly. You could feel the tenderness in his touch. His other hand met your cheek, where his blue fingers traced lines through your features.

"Don't start something you won't finish" You held back a whine when the tip of his finger brushed against your bottom lip.

"Oh, I could finish it..." Miles taunted, wickedly "But what would be the fun innit, sugar?"

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ilyasorokinn · 2 years

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(day four) into the pile , zack macewen

note, this is part of my mini halloween series, so for the rest of the series, check out this masterlist. none of the fics in this series are connected, so they can be read as standalone. pair, zack macewen x reader summary, while cleaning up the front lawn, y/n decides to be a menace and jumps into the pile of freshly gathered leaves that zack had just raked up. warnings, none word count, 595 words

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You had a few days off, so you decided to fly home for a couple of days to help your parents with some tasks they couldn't complete anymore. Zack also had a few days off, so it was perfect.

"Here's the list of the things we need to be done." Your mother handed you a piece of paper at breakfast with all the tasks needed to be completed.

"All right." You read down the list and mentally ticked off the things you wanted to do and the things you could assign to Zack, aka all the more time-consuming tasks you really didn't want to do.

After breakfast, you and Zack both got to work on the tasks assigned. Zack started on the long list of backyard chores while you started on the long list of inside chores.

After finishing a couple of tasks, you looked out to the backyard, and you saw that Zack was still in the same spot he was when you started, yard duty.

You opened the back door and watched as he angrily pulled weeds, "What did the weeds ever do to you?" You joked. In response, he threw the weeds at you, but they flew away.

"I hate yard work." He complained.

"I know." You nodded.

"And right now, I'm hating you just a little." He narrowed his eyes at you.

"Oh, come on." You laughed, "It's not that bad."

"Yes, it is. I've been doing this for like, an hour and I'm not even halfway done. Why can't they just hire someone to do this for them? Better yet, I'll hire someone to do it for them."

"You know they don't like doing that." He groaned, falling backward onto the ground.

"You know what? I'll help you, and it'll get the job done faster."

"You hate yardwork more than I do." He pointed out.

"But the quicker we get this done, the quicker I'll get to go pick up the apple cinnamon donuts I ordered from the diner earlier today."

"Oh, you know the way to my heart." He hummed happily.

"I know, now get back to work." You laughed.

A couple hours later, the weeds were finally all picked up and tied up in garbage bags, and a couple more tasks were ticked off. The only thing left to do was rake the leaves.

You went in to get some mugs of warm apple cider, and when you came back outside, you saw the big pile of leaves he had just raked up.

You set the mugs down on the counter and ran out the back door, jumping right into the big pile of leaves in the middle of the yard. You flashed him a smile as he dropped the rake.

"Really?"

"Before you could answer, your dog ran out the backdoor you had just emerged from, and jumped into the pile with you, "You both really suck." He shook his head.

"Oh, come on, don't be such a sour puss." You rolled your eyes.

You watched him as he raised his hands in surrender and made his way back into the house. But before he walked up the first step, he whipped around and ran towards the pile.

He jumped in with you, landing not far from you and your dog, "Oh, look at that, Mr. No Fun has a fun side." You joked.

"Harhar, very funny." He rolled his eyes, "But, since you created the mess, it's your turn to pick it up." He reached down and handed you the rake he had previously been using.

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thescarletwitchsapprentice · 2 years

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Imagine: The Queen didn’t expect that you’d react like this when she took you captive as her beloved. (Yandere!Dark?Queen!Wanda Maximoff/Yandere!Dark?Queen!Scarlet Witch x female!lesbian!simp!reader)

*Not my GIF.

(CW: Slight sexual content, but nothing explicit except tongues in mouths likely badly written, reader is (once again) down bad for powerful women, reader is (once again) a hopeless lesbian simp, but this time it’s to the point that she’s willing to become a ghost for her, praise, sensual touch, maybe some innuendos)

Author’s Note: Not surprisingly the last simping imagine got some good reception, so here’s one of her in her queen!persona. So now you can royally simp for her, you thirsty lesbians.

How does a vampire!wanda version of this sound to you?

No one ever dares to think to deny Queen Maximoff her happiness. It’s not that people fear her--at least not all of the time--but she knows what she wants. Or in this case who she wants.

And now she has who she wants.

“Oh, she’s so lovely,” she sighs as she strokes the side of your face, waiting for the moment you two make eye contact. “She’ll make a beautiful queen for me.”

She sets up a lovely dress and crown to give you, perhaps they may soothe your nerves when you awaken. Speaking of....

You begin to stir in Queen Maximoff’s bed. Her smile becomes loving, but also a bit unhinged.

You open your eyes. Queen Maximoff is right next to you.

“Welcome home, my beloved,” she sighs amorously.

Your head shoots to look at her and your eyes widen.

“Please don’t be afraid,” she tells you. “I have some courting gifts for you, my sweet.”

“Courting?!” you gasp. “Like.....prepping for marriage?”

“Yes, indeed,” she nods as she pets your head. “I’ve waited for this moment for ages, and now I have you. You’re all mine.....Now as I said, please don’t be afraid.”

But to her surprise, a smile forms on your face.

“Afraid? Afraid?” you laugh. “Why would I be afraid? This is the best day of my entire life!”

The Queen blinks in surprise.

“Queen Maximommy wants to marry me?! A lowly peasant, *cough, cough* who wants you to sit and step on her *cough, cough* from the poorest part of the kingdom?”

You shoot up and pants excitedly like a dog.

“I can be your little baby. Your puppy. Kitty. Hell, I’ll even be furniture! You need a new throne? Maybe a rug? I could hold up a mirror!”

The queen is in disbelief, but it quickly becomes anger.

“Is....is this some sort of mockery?!” she stammers with a look of fury in her eyes, making you stop and whimper excitedly.

“Your momjesty, h-have I been naughty?” you ask innocently. “Are you gonna put me in a fear projection?”

She grabs you by the collar of your potato sack shirt and tilts her head.

“I don’t enjoy being mocked.” The accent is deep in her voice making you moan a bit. “Do you think this is funny?!”

“No!” you exclaim. “I’m dead serious about this, your momjesty! I’ve been hoping and waiting for you to take me. I don’t care if it’s as a consort, a knight, a guard, a lady-in-waiting, hell even as a prisoner in the dungeon. I just want to be close to you in some way. I’m completely yours. You could evict me from my house and I’d cry tears of joy. You could break my spine a thousand times over and I’d ask if you were okay. You could literally execute me and my ghost would worship you a thousand times over.....I’m not joking, Queen Maximommy. Not even a little. I’m down

bad

for powerful women and I have no shame in admitting it. Absolutely none.”

The queen is in absolute shock. There’s not even a hint of a lie in your eyes.

“I’m absolutely serious, your momjesty,” you insist. “Literally just sit on me, break my back, put me under the blade of a guillotine, and I’d be in tears of joy....in more places than one, if you catch my drift.” (dear god why did i write that?)

Hearing this the queen blushes and chuckles.

“Oh.....oh my....this is quite unprecedented. I truly thought you’d be afraid of me.”

Plucking up more courage, you cup her face.

“Mommy,” you whisper with a straight face, (which is the only straight thing about you and we all know it) looking her dead in the eyes. “If I am ever afraid of you, please know that I am also absolutely turned on at the same time.”

Before you know it, you pull her into a kiss. Your tongue makes its way into her mouth and you feel hers inside of your mouth. (Is....is this how it works?) The two tongues have a sword fight of passion (Please tell me, is this how it works? Is this what people call frenching?) before you pull back. You and the queen are both blushing vibrantly as the two of you fully realize what just happened. (unlike the author who has never been in a relationship, let alone fully kissed someone on the lips, in her entire life)

“I....I’ve never had someone kiss me like that before,” Wanda giggles shyly after a few moments of silence.

“I never thought.....that I’d have the courage to kiss anyone like that before, let alone the queen,” you admit.

You two are blushing like schoolgirls in an anime, occasionally playing footsie. Is it childish? Maybe, but you’re with the woman you’ve been obsessed with for years. And all this time, she’s been obsessed with you. What could be better than this?

“Come,” Wanda says, sliding over to the other side of the bed. “What’s say we have some cuddles and watch sitcoms? Then we’ll plan our wedding.”

“Does that include the night after?” You wink at her. “Because I’ve got kind of a thing for petting and praise.”

She blushes again.

“We’ll get to that,” she says. “.....my good girl.”

Your heart practically stops when you hear those last three words. They echo deep into your mind. You sigh ecstatically and pretend to faint onto the bed and into her arms. Soon you feel her twirl your hair in her fingers and you have the biggest smile on your face.

“I’ll be your good girl forever,” you say sweetly as you two fall asleep in each other’s arms. “Forever and ever.”

Wanda giggles before giving you a peck on the cheek.

“I know you will, baby girl.....

“I know you will....”

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bvckys-doll · 3 years

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Home Sweet Home

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female!reader

Word count: 910 words

Summary: Bucky returns home after a day out with the boys. Means, he wants to cuddle with you. Special guest: Alpine the Cat.

Warnings: none, just pure fluff.

Author’s note: This gif is my new comfort gif because...it’s so pure. The way he reaches out and makes those kinda grabby hands??? So freaking cute!!! Oh, and i’m rewatching Avatar again haha!

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„Secret Tunnel! Secret Tunnel!“

Smiling, (Y/N) hummed the melody of the show as she ran her fingers through Alpine’s fur. The cat lay relaxed on her back and had her gaze also turned to the TV. Her mommy had decided to watch Avatar: The Last Airbender. Again.

Bucky had disappeared from the small apartment a few hours ago, which they shared at the Avengers headquarters. Apparently, he had promised Steve and Sam to watch a baseball game with them. He wasn’t particularly motivated, but in the end, (Y/N) was sure he wouldn’t regret the trip with his friends.

At the same moment, Alpine straightened up and pointed her ears. She heard sounds (Y/N) couldn’t hear yet. That could only mean one thing.

A smile spread across (Y/N)’s lips as Alpine sat up and jumped from her lap. The agent leaned back and looked over the backrest at her cat. Strictly speaking, Bucky’s cat.

“Is Daddy coming home? Can you hear him, sweetie?” (Y/N) watched the cat as she walked slowly up and down in front of the door. She gave a longing meow and built herself up to lightly scratch at the door.

A few seconds later, (Y/N) could hear Bucky’s footsteps approaching as he walked down the hallway to their shared room before he opened the door. Alpine hurriedly jumped back, before she cleaved a way through Bucky’s legs. Purring, she rubbed her head against his leg while some of her hair got stuck on his dark jeans in the progress.

“Hey, Al. Aww, did you miss me?” Bucky squatted down and stroked his cat through her soft white fur. That’s why he chose to name her after the white alpines. A short meow from her confirmed his assumption.

With a smile, he looked up and locked eyes with (Y/N), who was still watching them over the backrest.

“Hey, doll”, he straightened up and made his way up to his girlfriend of three years. Grinning, she reached out to him as he leaned down and gave her a kiss. She briefly ran her hand over his stubbly chin: “Hey, handsome. How was the game? Did you guys have fun?”

Bucky quickly hung his jacket by the door before he dropped on the couch next to (Y/N) and put his arm around (Y/N), who immediately snuggled up to him.

“It was good. The boys play better than they used to, that’s for sure. It’s been ages since I went to a game. It’s a miracle that I still know the rules”, he laughed softly and drove his fingers through her hair absently. She muttered in agreement and glanced at the clock: “Are you hungry or did you eat something on the way?”

“I had a hot dog during the break, but otherwise-. ”

“I’ll warm up the meal that’s left over from yesterday”, she leaped off the couch and slipped over into the small kitchen. (Y/N) insisted to have one when she and Bucky moved into the apartment. Since she was lazy and didn’t want to climb up the five floors for her midnight snack. So, they got a kitchen.

Now Bucky was the one who peeked over the backrest at her: “You don’t have to. I’m not that hungry.”

“But I’m hungry. And if you eat with me, I don’t have to feel bad about myself”, she blew him a kiss and prepared two plates of food, which she then put in the microwave one after the other.

A meow came from the right. Alpine was hungry too.

“I’m so sorry, princess”, (Y/N) held her chest in shock and fetched fresh cat food from the cupboard, which she quickly filled up the empty food bowl with. Satisfied, the cat made her way to the bowl when her mommy stepped aside.

When the microwave was done for the second time, (Y/N) took both plates and brought them over to Bucky, who watched her from the couch. Her boyfriend was already reaching out to her expectantly, but not for the food as it seemed. The moment (Y/N) wanted to give him his plate, Bucky just shook his head and kept his arms up.

(Y/N) chuckled and placed the plates on the small coffee table in front of them. The next moment, she was already sitting on Bucky’s lap, who put his arms around her and pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose.

“Did I already tell you that I love you today?” he wiped a few strands from her face and looked at her face extensively, as if he wanted to prevent himself from ever forgetting what she looked like. How her eyes lit up in candlelight or how she puckered her face, which he found so incredibly cute.

Pondering, she wrapped her arms around his neck and thought aloud, “Right this morning, after we woke up, at breakfast, and when I came out of the shower after training. So, three times, yes.”

“Then I’ll say it again for the fourth time. I-.”

“I love you”, she smiled softly and fondled him at the back of his head. It was unusual for her to run her fingers through the short hairs, but she loved it anyway. Just like him.

Laughing, he poked her in the sides of her waist and nudged her with his nose: “I was just about to say that.”

“I guess I was a little bit faster then.”, (Y/N) winked at him.

And Bucky was totally fine with that.

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teenwolfmarvel-obsessor · 3 years

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Awaited Love

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Part One

A/N: Make sure you read part one first. Also! I might start to put more GIFs in my stories now, I think it would be really fun and enjoyable! Feel free to request anything!

Summary: Steve's confession was abrupt, never in a million years did you think that your best friend would tell you his true feelings right then and there. A couple months pass by, you and Steve are somewhat normal despite the awkward tension between the two of you. Ever since the Demogorgon's an a bunch of other shit entered your life, it seemed like you and Steve Harrington grew closer other than being 'best friends'. Things soon took a turn when you and Steve are forced to protect the kids.

Notes:

Y/N/N: Your Nickname

Y/L/N: Your Last name

Y/E/C: Your Eye Color

Takes place towards the end of season two

You babysit Dustin

Warnings:

Language

Long imagine

A couple time skips

Steve Harrington x-reader

My dog waltzed over to my best friend and I, plopping herself between the two of us. “I’m sorry if I’ve been distracted lately,” Steve said, “We haven’t really been hanging out since we did when we were kids.” I looked up at him, the corners of my mouth lifting up as he had apologized. I guess both of us have been distracted recently with everything that's been going on around Hawkins, Indiana.

“It’s alright, I know you’ve been worried about Nancy,” I replied, “And hey, look on the bright side." I nudged his shoulder, he drew his eyes away from the ground to stare right into my Y/E/C eyes. "We got Carol and Tommy to back away, plus you’ve got a super badass friend," I continued, doing my best to cover up my true feelings for Harrington. It hurt me to say the word 'friend’, but I knew that telling the truth would risk our lifelong friendship.

“Yeah, yeah I do,” he agreed. The long haired brunette stared at me with a smirk; his eyes glossed with a hint of admiration. For a second I thought he’d lean in and kiss me, but my inner thoughts were pushed away by my head - yet again - proving myself wrong. However, what if I didn’t need my creative and imaginative brain to tell me that?

“I love you,” Steve said, suddenly.

“What?” I said, chuckling slightly. Lulu shifted in her position as her head practically swiveled to the boys sitting directly in front of my body. If my dog could talk I bet she'd say 'What the hell?', but she clearly can't talk; it be really helpful though but that's beside the point. Did Steve Harrington - my best friend - just tell me he loved me?

No of course not, he loves Nancy Wheeler the girl of his dreams. He stared at me as he waited for me to respond to his confession. "Steve, I-" I said, "You-" I gulped and couldn't help but chuckle in a nervous tone. He gazed at me, occasionally glancing down at my lips then up to my eyes.

"Steve, you're-you're not thinking straight," I gulped, "Okay? You're in love with Nancy? You two-you two are perfect for one another." He swallowed the lump in his throat and shook his head, standing up from the patterned couch. Steve ran a hand through his hair as he continued to shake his head, now pacing back and forth.

My dog sat beside me with her head leaning against my arm. It was quiet between Steve and I. Neither of us spoke a word. I watched as his hands rested on his hips with his back facing me. His shoulders were slouched and he stared at the wood flooring, running his eyes over the lines on the floor. "Steve," I said in a soft tone.

He whipped his head around and stared at me with an intent look. "Do you love me or not?" he asked with his arms now laying on his side. Lulu hopped off of the couch and rushed into my bedroom, getting out of this awkward situation just like I wish I could.

'Why can't my parents get her quick enough?' I thought, gulping as I stared at my friend. Steve huffed and walked over to the coffee table to retrieve his car keys that laid in the middle. I stepped over to my best friend, grabbing his wrist to stop him. "Steve, I do love you," I said, "but you can't be with me. What part of that do you not understand?" He sighed and tore his arm away from my grip.

He walked over to the front door, but paused once his shaking hand reached for the doorknob. His back faced me just like before. Steve gripped onto his keys while his hand rested in the pocket of his jacket. He dropped the car keys into his pocket and turned back to me.

Without a clue I felt Steve's lips connect with mine. His hands found their way to rest on either side of my face while one of my hands sat on his shoulder while the my other arm draped around his neck. The kiss was passionate yet memorable at once. Steve pulled me close to him, my chest pressing up against his. I felt his breathing calm down once he deepened the kiss.

The feeling of his lips disappeared as he stepped away from me. His arms remained around me, our chests pressed against one another. He stared down at me with his lips a blush color from the lip gloss that once rested on my lips. I reached up and wiped away the glittery light pink gloss from underneath his lower lip.

Steve's hand intertwined with mine, bringing it away from his face. Time seemed to slow down while his brown eyes were fixated on my face. "What just happened," I muttered, trying to make sense of everything that. His shrugged his shoulders as he continued to look at me, starstruck that he had just kissed me.

"I think I should go," Steve claimed, but never removed his arms from my figure. I felt his hands rub my back in a soothing motion. He pushed a piece of hair behind my ear. "Steve," I said. "Yeah," the boy mumbled. However, I could still hear what the King of Hawkins High school said. "You're not moving," I replied. "Maybe I don't want to," Steve said.

"You're parents are gonna wonder where you are," I said, shifting my position from one foot to the other as my eyes wandered to the wooden flooring. "They don't give a shit about what I do," Steve retorted, rather hostile might I added. I looked up at him with raised brows.

His parents were the type that shouldn't necessarily be parents. They didn't care which is why I think Steve stuck around my house so much. My mother and father became his; inviting him to our family gatherings, having him over for dinner practically every night, and bringing him onto our family vacations.

Steve was always there for me, and he knew I was there for him as well. "Y/L/N, I think you should go," Steve said. "Harrington, I can't," I replied, "This is my house." I put emphasis on his last name. He was finally brought away from the clouds once he heard my correction. Steve shook his head and removed his hands from my back.

I have to admit the absence of his arms around me made me disappointed. Steve looked around and noticed that I was still standing there a little still shocked. He rummaged for the keys in his pockets, soon finding them buried in the small pocket of his blue windbreaker.

"I'll uh..." he trailed, "I'll uh...." I chuckled slightly at his sudden change of demeanor. He smirked at my snicker breaking the thick air between the two of us. "I'll see you tomorrow, Princess Y/N," Steve said after he had mustered up his confidence again. I gave him a quick smile and waved him goodbye, watching him waltz over to his parked car.

"Well that was awkward," I said. Lulu grunted and walked over to me, sitting beside him; her eyes trailed over to mine. "I'm in deep shit aren't I, Lulu?" I inquired, "Right you can't talk." She barked, wagging her tail. My dog strolled over to the couch and planted herself on the spot where Steve Harrington once sat.

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(Five Months Later)

Now here I stood alongside Steve Harrington and Dustin Henderson, disposing of a Demogorgon's slimy body. Of course a bunch of shit happens right after Steve and I confessed. And! Of course the two of us are too stupid to even discuss what happened. I wouldn't say we were avoiding the topic forsay. We're just not wanting to talk about it.

Steve and I successfully pushed the monsters body into the freezer with no help from Dustin but cheerful remarks from him. Steve turned around and handed me a dish towel. I grabbed it from him and wiped the green goop that stuck to my hands.

We walked into the living room where the rest of the party was. Who knew I'd be fighting monsters with the boy I loved and the kid I babysat.

Steve and I stood beside one another as we watched the kids bicker back and forth. Their remarks mainly consisted of trying to convince one another we should go out and help the others; which was a terrible idea. "Eleven's with Hopper, he'll protect her," Lucas said. He leaned against the back of the chair while he looked at Max then up to me.

"Like she needs protection," I commented with crossed arms. Max glimpsed at me in agreement then glanced to the boys who sat ahead of her. "Listen, dude, a coach calls a play in a game, bottom line, you execute it. All right?" Steve said, wiping his hands with the blue dish towel.

"Okay, first of all, this isn't some stupid sports game," Mike replied, "And second, we're not even in the game we're on the bench." Nancy's younger brother looked at Harrington with unamused expressed drawn on. "So my point is..." Steve stammered. He paused and look up at the white colored ceiling in thought before continuing his sentence.

"Right, yeah, we're on the bench, so, uh, there's nothing we can do," he soon finished his statement. He threw the blue towel over his shoulder after wiping his hands. Dustin stood in the middle of the two of us with his arms crossed. I just wanted this whole thing to be over with so I could go back to my normal life which didn't seem to be plausible.

"That's not entirely true," Dustin said, "I mean, these Demo-dogs, they have a hive mind. When they ran away from the bus they were called." The kids and I looked to the boy as he mentioned the new name for the Demogorgon's. "If we can get their attention..." Lucas trailed.

"Maybe we can draw them from the lab," Max finished. Her eyes lit up while she sat up from the yellow colored chair. Lucas pointed to her and nodded his head in an agreeing motion. "Clear a path to the gate," Mike said, looking up from the ground to look at his friends.

"Yeah, and then we all die!" I exclaimed, waving my hands about to try and prove my point. "That's one point of view," Dustin responded. "No, that's not a point of view, man. That's a fact," Steve replied. Steve and I looked at each kid, trying to prove our point but our persuasion wasn't going anywhere.

"I don't know about your guys but I like being alive," I stated. Mike pushed past the three of us, making his way over to the spot with the 'x' had been drawn. He then proceeded to go through this impulsive and risky plan on how to take down the Mind Flayer and the creatures that looked up to their 'master'.

Steve and I exchanged a look of irritation before bringing our attention back to the younger Wheeler sibling. Max, Lucas and Dustin crowded around their friend as the three of them listened to Mike's plan. "Right here this is the hub. So you got all the tunnels feeding in here," Mike said.

His knees rested on some paper. He pointed at the scribbled drawing that Will Byers had drawn. "Maybe if we set this on fire," he said with a look of hopefulness. Steve and I raised our brows at the sound of the his suggestion.

"Yeah, that's a no," Steve said, he pointed at Mike then to the drawing underneath the boy. I sighed and ran a hand over my face in frustration. Mike rolled his eyes and brought his full attention back to the colorful drawing and his friends.

"The Mind Flayer would call away his army," Dustin said. "They'd all come to stop us," Lucas replied. "We circle back to the exit," Mike said. Steve and I called their names, trying to stop them from trying to devise these elaborate plans to save Hawkins, Indiana.

"This is not happening," I said with my hands on my hips. Steve and I looked at each middle schooler, expecting a response from them but just got annoyed expressions. "But-" Mike said. "No buts, we promised that we'd keep you shitheads safe," I interjected, "and that's exactly what we plan to do."

Steve took the towel off his shoulder and wiped his hands once more which seemed to be useless. "We're staying here, on the bench," Steve said, "and we're waiting for the starting team to do their job." The kids all sighed and dropped their heads. Steve and I could tell they finally agreed, but not entirely.

Our conversation was interrupted by the sound of car whirring in front of the Byers household. We all rushed to the window and soon noticed that Billy Hargrove had found his way to the house. "Shit," I mumbled, "Stay here, Steve and I will try and shoo him off."

The kids nodded as a response. They stepped away from the couch once Steve had pulled the curtains in front of the window. He opened the door and the two of us stepped out. "Am I dreaming, or is that you, Harrington?" Billy said.

"Yeah, it's me. Don't cream your pants," Steve replied. I stood beside my best friend with my arms crossed and brows raised. "Oh and Princess Y/N," Billy said, his eyes drawing to me. I kept my arms crossed, not amused at the boys attempt at flirting with me.

Billy shrugged his jacket off and threw it into his car before slamming the car door shut. "What are you two even doing here?" Billy asked. "House sitting," I answered, "Why are you here?" He sighed and took a puff of his cigarette before looking back to the two of us. Steve stepped in front of me a bit to try and protect me which didn't seem to be helping.

"Looking for my stepsister, a little birdie told me she was here," Billy answered. "Huh, that's weird. We don't know her," Steve claimed. "Small? Redhead? Bit of a bitch," Billy listed. I bit the side of my cheek. My blood began to boil at the fact that he just called his sister a bitch. "Doesn't ring a bell, sorry buddy," Steve said.

Billy chuckled and took the cigarette out of his mouth after taking another puff. He blew the smoke in my face. I recoiled from the odor and coughed, not really used to the smell. "You know, I don't know," Billy said, "This whole situation. It's giving me the heebie jeebies."

He stood ahead of Steve and I. This whole thing reminded me of what happened at the drugstore - a couple months ago - with Tommy and Carol. Which makes me wonder if Tommy still avoids me in the hallway in fear that I'm gonna knee him in the groin or maybe punch him in his freckled face a couple of times. "Oh yeah, why's that?" I asked, uncrossing my arms.

Billy shrugged his shoulders and dropped his cigarette on the ground before bringing his foot up and crushing it underneath his black combat boots. "My thirteen year old sister goes missing all day, and then I find you two in a stranger's house," he said, pointing at the house behind us then back to me and Steve.

"And you lie to me about it," he continued. Steve and I glanced at one another then back to the tall douche bag ahead of us. "What makes you think we're lying?" I said, "I don't know what you don't understand about what we just said. She's not here."

Billy chuckled sarcastically and glanced at the ground then to Steve and I. "Then who's that?" Billy asked. We furrowed our brows and turned around to see the kids crouching in front of the window, ducking right when we caught sight of them snooping.

"Shit," I mumbled.

Billy pushed me and Steve to the ground. My back hit the front wheel of the car, making me grunt from the hit. Billy crouched in front of me. "You wouldn't hit a girl, would you?" I said. "I heard you punched my buddy Tommy Haegen, is that right?" Billy said.

"Both of you think you're the shit, what do you think?" I retorted, which might have not been a good idea. Billy reached up and punched me straight in the jaw. He pushed me down again then stormed to the house.

"Steve," I croaked. Luckily, I managed to get up on my knees regardless of the bruise forming. Steve laid on the pebbled ground with his side pressed to the ground, his arms laying beside his body. I could already see a bruise forming on his face. "Steve," I said. He groaned and slowly opened his eyes. I looked and could hear screams coming from the Byers house.

I glanced down at Steve as he sat up. I sprung up from the ground, bolting to the front door. Billy held Lucas by the collar and pressed him against the wall. "You're dead, Sinclair!" Billy yelled. I grabbed a crowbar from the ground and hit him in the middle of the back, causing him to double over.

I grabbed Lucas' hand and pushed him behind me. I gripped the handle of the grey crowbar. The kids urged me to step back, but Billy wasn't going to step down just because Max and the boys asked him politely. "Looks like you got some fire in you after all, Princess Y/N," Billy said. "I've been waiting to meet this side of King Steve and Queen Y/N!" Billy smirked, bowing slightly.

"That's a new one," I commented.

The party's pleas for Billy to go away filled the air around Steve and I. Getting Billy out of here was a lot harder than I thought. I mean what is he made of? Pure muscle? "Get out," Steve threatened, lightly pushing Billy back. I felt the blood rushing to my head as my body begged for me to rest. Billy swung his arm forward, hitting me in the cheek.

I let out a small yelp and fell to the floor, coughing. Steve glanced at me then to Billy, his face fuming with anger. The two boys soon get into a tousle. Grunts and groans floated about the air as they continued to punch the living daylight out of one another. Max and Dustin knelt beside me, checking to see if I was alright.

"Billy, stop! You're gonna kill him!" the kids yelled. Billy hovered over Steve, punching him repeatedly. I slowly stood up from the floor and crawled over towards Steve's bat. Dustin and his friends watched as I gripped the handle of the bat, swinging the weapon down to his Billy Hargrove in the side. I felt my knees give out.

I fell to the ground with the bat falling beside me. From the corner of my eye I saw Max swiftly grab the needle from the coffee table. The redhead plunged it into her brother's neck. Black splotches clouded my vision as my head met the floor beside Steve. I felt Harrington's hand meet mine.

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(One Month Later)

I sat in my bedroom with my favorite book sitting on my lap. My favorite artist's voice radiated from the record player that rested on the white dresser. Lulu sat on the carpeted flooring of the room with her head resting on top of a dirty pile of clothes.

The last couple months have been crazy, but a good kind of crazy? Now I know I sound crazy for even thinking that. Steve and I have gotten closer than ever, same with Dustin and I. Nancy and Jonathan seem to getting along, which is amazing.

And! I can finally add beating the shit out of Billy, Tommy, and a Demogorgon to my bucket list. Well, I guess I didn't really beat Billy up. My mother and father were off on a business trip while I was stuck at home with my sister, but luckily she was at a friends house.

That meant I had the whole house to myself. I smiled to myself and flipped the page of the hardcover book. Lulu perked up at the sound of a car honking at the front of my house. "Can't a girl just read a book?" I muttered, getting up from the bed. I set the book onto my bed side table and walked over to the front door.

Steve Harrington sat in the front seat of his car, wearing the red polo I always loved. His arm rested on the wheel as his eyes met mine. He rolled down the window of his car. A small smirk appeared on the boys face. (GIF Above)

"Get in!" he shouted. He waved me over the same smirk he always had on when he was around me. I gave him a thumbs up before rushing to my room to see if I looked presentable. Lulu watched me as I ran around the house, trying to quickly get ready. I slipped on my leather fringed jacket and put on my white sneakers.

Steve chuckled at me as I locked the door and practically skipped over to his car. "Hey you," Steve said with a smile. He leaned in and brought his lips to mine, catching me off guard but I soon accepted the kiss.

"I love you," he said.

"I love you too," I repeated.

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#stranger things #stranger things season 2 #joe keery #steve harrington #steve harrington x-reader #steve harrington imagines #imagines #x-reader #Y/N #fluff #angst

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mercurybarnes · 3 years

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Autopilot | B.B.

Autopilot (n.) Functioning in an unthinking or reflexive manner.

pairing | tfatws!bucky barnes/fem!reader [post tfatws]

summary | You and Bucky had been run ragged for months hunting down super soldiers and dealing with a farcical new Captain. Things began to finally calm down, boring routines and all. Until they’re not.

wordcount | 1.3k

warnings | kidnapping, talk of therapy/nightmares (is that a warning?) The Great British Bake Off :)

notes | this’ll either be a two or three parter, honestly i have no idea yet so bear with me pls. (also note that this is not beta read, all mistakes are my own)

navigation | masterlist

(gif from this post by buckybarnesj)

The days just started to blend together.

Nothing new seemed to change, and living with your super soldier, ex-assassin, centenarian boyfriend, it was rather surprising that your days were so mundane.

But again, things just… happened as they always did. A shout jolted you awake (or, it used to jolt you awake, it’s more like an alarm at this point) and you found the space beside you in bed empty and cold, as per usual. Stretching and standing from the mattress, you opened the bedroom door to find Bucky laid on a blanket on the floor of the living room, thrashing and whimpering in his sleep while murmuring unintelligible words in Russian.

With a soft sigh, you sank down onto the hardwood beside him, gentle tapping of your fingers on his chest to ease him awake. And he did, sitting up in a colt sweat, panting and huffing as though he’d ran a marathon — minus the super serum, of course — sweeping his eyes across the room, assessing where he was before laying back with a heavy exhale.

It was typical. Standard. Your daily routine.

Neither of you spoke as Bucky wrapped his arms around you, tugging you close to his chest and holding back his tears, swallowing the lump in his throat.

The first time you’d found Bucky wearing his arm to bed again was four months ago. The sight had broken your heart, seeing him laid on the bed with sweat drenching his brow, his dog tags warm on his neck with his left arm laid perfectly straight down his side. He’d gotten so good with his nightmares, to the point that he flat-out refused to wear that ‘metal monstrosity’ to bed when he didn’t wake up at odd hours thinking he was about to kill someone again.

But then things became boring.

Business with Sam had concluded, a new well-suited Captain America was found in your friend, and no missions needed to be taken on. It was then that Bucky had the time to overthink, and with his overthinking, the nightmares came back full-force.

He hadn’t gone back to see Christina after dropping off his completed book of amends, and you had a sense that, while she may not have been great, she was better than no therapy at all. Which was why you’d begun looking at reviews for licensed therapists that dealt with PTSD and veterans.

As soon as Bucky had found your laptop sliding off your lap when you fell asleep on the couch, six tabs open of different doctors, he became a ball of rage and indignation. He didn’t need to see another therapist, he did what he had to do!

It became a huge fight that broke your routine for a week… before Bucky relented that, y’know what, maybe you were right. Maybe. He wouldn’t give you the satisfaction of hearing him say you were entirely correct, even though you already knew that’s what he thought.

Then, with his name placed on a waiting list and after dealing with a lot of difficulties and confusion over his past actions, things had taken on a new normal. Your updated routine, a schedule that was as dull as it could be.

Somehow, it seemed that the tedious way things had been was… comforting, to Bucky. He seemed calmer, and slowly his nightmares had started to wean. Taking no chances, he still kept his arm on at night, and slept on the floor of the living room, but he was trying. You’d even managed to get him into bed at night before he eventually moved out of the room.

Routine. Rinse and repeat. Both your mind and body ran entirely on autopilot.

That broke quickly.

The one time that routine had broken was a month later, when Bucky had gone to meet with his new therapist, one that you’d managed to snatch up for him with high ratings, proper degrees, a kind demeanour and was actually affordable. You offered to accompany Bucky to his appointment, but he insisted that doing it on his own would be good for him.

So, staying home alone for the first time in… two months? Maybe three, you couldn’t really tell anymore, you heated up the leftover Thai that you two had ordered the night before, and sat yourself on the couch wrapped snugly in a blanket with The Great British Bake Off on the TV, just waiting for Bucky to get back.

Mary Berry had tried an amazing cake, one that you really wanted to try, just before you fell asleep with the carton of rice still in your hand.

Chaos ensued after that.

The lock on the door was broken silently, three men careful and cautious as they tiptoe into the apartment. One sneaks into the bedroom and attached bathroom, the other scouring through the kitchen, while the last covers your mouth with a cloth. The scent immediately has your eyes snapping open, the sight of yellow stained teeth meeting your blurred vision instead of the delicious cake you’d been pleasantly dreaming about.

“He’s not here,” one of the men exits the bedroom, speaking with a thick Russian accent. “Take her instead. We leave note.” With a nod of affirmation, the man holds the cloth to your nose firmer, and you hold your breath until you’re no longer able, forcing you to inhale the sickeningly sweet scent of chloroform before your vision completely blackens.

Bucky grins widely as he enters the apartment complex, taking the stairs two at a time while he digs his keys out of his pocket. The appointment had gone better than he could’ve ever expected, his new therapist — Dr. Rosa, a kind older woman who just barely reached his shoulder when she stood to shake his hand — had already helped him in the span of a single introductory session. He seriously has to thank you for getting it all set up for him.

But his joy fades quickly at the sight of his apartment door. Cracked open slightly with the lock blown off, bits of drywall and concrete crumbling onto the floor.

His left fist clenches tightly, his mind automatically shifting back into the Soldier. He has one sole mission — you. Make sure you’re alive and safe and that the door is just a simple misunderstanding.

He knows it isn’t.

He knew something bad had happened before he even opened the door, but as soon as he does and takes in the state of his home — your home, he’s positively seething. The kitchen, the one you spent hours organizing for him when you first moved in, had been turned upside down, with dishes shattered on the floor, baking trays and pans laid haphazardly across the counter, cupboards left open.

And in the living room, The Great British Bake Off still plays on the TV, Mary Berry wearing a grin just as bright as his had been as she speaks. A box of now cold fried rice dropped onto the floor beside the fluffy blanket that you insisted on buying ‘for movie nights on the couch’.

On the coffee table, a single slip of paper taunts him. Words he wished he’d never have to read adorn the page, his mind unable to fathom that his worst nightmare had become a reality.

One thing he knows for certain; you’re gone, taken by an organization that he only hoped were finally dead.

But as they always said, cut one head off…

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes #bucky barnes angst #tfatws bucky #tfatws #autopilot trilogy #***

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hyunverse · 3 years

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BUNGA (FLOWER) | FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

gender neutral.

summary; you’re megumi’s dream person.

note; i wrote this bcs my birth name is actually a type of flower ugh the self indulgence also i like butterflies. also inspired by a song called bunga by masdo. i recommend listening to the song while reading. bunga means flower in malay!! also pls open the gif for better quality.

YOU REMIND MEGUMI OF A FLOWER. white orchids; they symbolize purity. and that’s exactly what you are to him.

fushiguro megumi remembers this one day when he and tsumiki had went to a flower garden together. he didn’t know why tsumiki suddenly felt like visiting a garden, but he followed anyway. he observed as his sister looked at the flowers around them, a smile never leaving her face and her eyes were practically sparkling. it felt nice to see his sister actually enjoy herself, especially after their parents got up and abandoned them, leaving tsumiki with all the house chores.

“look at all these flowers!”, tsumiki caressed the petals with her fingers, thumb gently gliding over the flowers, “they look so nice, don’t you think so megumi?”

megumi didn’t reply, he opted to stand beside his older sister. tsumiki explained the symbolisms of the flowers she knew of. the raven head looked stoic, as if he wasn’t listening to any of her words but the truth is, he was. he found the symbolism behind the white orchids particularly interesting. it suited the orchids’ physical appearance. white and innocence just made sense.

as the siblings chatted (though it technically was one sided on tsumiki’s part), a cat walked towards the duo. the ball of orange fur purred and nudged it’s head on tsumiki’s legs, immediately getting the teenage girl’s attention. she kneeled down, her previous smile growing wider.

petting the cat, she looked up at her younger brother, “aren’t cats so adorable?”.

“yeah,” megumi uttered. a lie. he wasn’t a big fan of cats, he found them annoying. dogs are better, that’s what he believed in but he didn’t have the heart to say that to his sister. not when she looks the happiest she had been in a while.

“and the weather’s really nice today!”, she added, eyes glancing up at the sky. the sun was glaring right into her eyes, so her pupils shrunk. she didn’t mind however, she had always loved sunny days. the sunlight shone right above their heads, and megumi didn’t like it. he could feel drops of sweat trickling down his back, causing his shirt to cling onto his skin. megumi much prefers when it’s cloudy, shades of grey in the sky, the perfect weather for staying at home and reading books.

even so, he just nodded, “mhm.”

shortly the sun started to set, spreading orange hues throughout the sky. flocks of birds returned to their nests, and so the fushiguro siblings made their way back to their abode. on their way tsumiki stole glances at her brother, letting out a dry chuckle everytime she notices the lack of expression on his face.

“you should smile more you know, megumi”, she ruffled his erratic hair, “you won’t get much friends if you keep on frowning like that”, she teased.

he grumbled, “i don’t care if i don’t have friends.”

megumi thought it was ridiculous. why would it matter, anyway? he’s fine being alone. people are bothersome; they’re too loud and they stress him out. especially the stupid punks in school who thinks they could do whatever they want. megumi simply shrugged and pushed his sister’s words out of his mind. scratch smiling and being likeable.

yet here he is, smiling at you. over no particular reason too.

currently, he’s walking along a beach with you. you; dressed up in a white sundress, a pair of sandals in your right hand. the sand burns under fushiguro’s feet but he couldn’t feel it over the fast thumping of his heart, he couldn’t feel the heat when his whole skin is tingling. he trolls behind you, walking over the footsteps you made. your sundress flows to the rhythm of your walk, flying slightly up when the wind blows your way, exposing the plush skin of your thighs. fushiguro looks away from your figure, his fair complexion tinted with blush.

you’re his best friend, he’s not supposed to look at you like that.

“it’s so nice here, megumi!”, you call out to him as you stand at the edge of the sea. waves crash, they trickle up to your toes. with a smile you hold up your hand for megumi to hold.

bashfully, megumi walks up to you and takes your hand in his. he’s reluctant, for he dislikes his hands. they’re cold and filled with callouses. so when you grip his hand as though you didn’t intend to let go, when your thumb rubs against his, he feels less insecure of his hands. the sensation of your hand in his is hot, it burns; however it feels nice.

megumi fushiguro hates warmth, but if it’s your warmth, he’d enjoy burning in heat.

the sand by the sea doesn’t feel hot on your feet. the waves get bigger and bigger; till they reach up to your ankles. you giggle because it tickled, the sound of your laughs reaching megumi’s ears. he turns to his side to see you crouching down, collecting the water in your hands.

that’s when megumi concluded, your whole existence screams purity.

a week later megumi meets you again. sometime at 11pm, by an oak tree—your usual meeting spot. the oak tree is large, it’s impossible to miss it. you stand under the oak tree, allowing dried leaves to fall onto your head, getting stuck in your hair. you know megumi would get all the leaves out of your hair. he does it everytime. he’ll pick out all the leaves out of your hair while lecturing you, though his words enter one ear then out from another. no matter how many times he says “i can’t do this all the time”, even he himself knows he would.

from afar megumi watches his best friend run around the flower field, chasing butterflies. your hair gets swept away by the wind as your hands stretch up to the sky, desperately trying to get a butterfly to land on your hand. you’re wearing a jumpsuit, the white color of the material truly brought out your skin tone. your complexion is glistening, and it makes megumi’s heart throb.

“they’re scared of you, y/n,” he finally says, putting both your hands down. the butterflies fly away from your sight, and you pout.

“but they’re so pretty,” you sigh, watching as the butterflies choose to fly anywhere but on your fingers. and then one lands on top of megumi’s shoulder.

your eyes widen, holding the sides of megumi’s figure to make him stay still. megumi could see sparks in your eyes when you admire the blue butterfly. soft is the expression you wear on your face. he likes it on you. that cute expression of yours makes megumi fall five times harder for you even when he knows he shouldn’t.

“you’re like a flower ‘gumi. it likes you.”

ridiculous, he thinks. you’re the flower. it’s obvious by the way your body moves under the moonlight, and how insanely beautiful you are.

fushiguro megumi doesn’t say anything in return, as always. he rarely does. if possible, he wants to avoid you from finding out just how in love he is with you.

after that day, you never show up under the oak tree, a few minutes distance from jujutsu high. he’ll wait for hours long only to be disappointed.

--at least not until his birthday comes, about a few months later. his face turns pale once he spotted you. you wait by the jujutsu high gate with a wide smile on his face, as if you didn’t ghost him for three months.

"glad to see you doing okay," the apple of your cheeks seem more prominent when you smile, megumi feels an urge to kiss them.

"i haven't seen you in so long," megumi mumbles, "happy to see you here today."

you grin and hold up your hand for him to take per usual, and didn’t mutter anymore words until the two of you reach a café in the outskirts of tokyo.

“nice café,” the raven comments , glancing at you. you’re wearing a puffy sleeved white blouse now—honestly, do you only own white clothes?

“found it on instagram”, you mutter, “i thought you’d like it. happy birthday, megumi.”

megumi smiles for the first time today. as a jazz song plays, he eats the birthday cake you purchased for him quietly. the cake tastes delicious (to be fair, anything you buy him is perfect) because it’s not too sweet. the fact that you remember his preference makes his smile grow a little wider.

you hum to the song and rest your head on his shoulder. it seems like the two of you are the only ones in the café—a much needed privacy. you’re usually touchy with him, and he prefers affection to be private. typically they make megumi blush, and he doesn’t want people to witness him all flustered.

“did you miss me, megumi?”, he replies to your question by nodding and placing his hand on top of yours.

serenity is this feeling, megumi thinks.

at the corner of the café stands an antique grandfather clock. it’s sounds are so loud, they resonate the whole environment. megumi suddenly becomes hyper aware of the sound, there’s a pounding in his head. the sound becomes louder and louder, to the point where megumi couldn’t feel your skin under his. he shuts his eyes close, an impossibly bright light glares his eyes.

“fushiguroooo!”, an annoying voice yells. itadori’s voice, megumi is certain.

the pounding in his head slows down. his sapphire eyes flutter open, and he realizes the light he saw was sunlight rays peeking through his blinds.

“seriously fushiguro, we’ve been calling you for an hour now. hurry up, we’re going out to eat in five. to celebrate your birthday”, megumi looks up to see nobara standing behind itadori.

they’re both leaning against his door frame. itadori is dressed in a yellow hoodie, while nobara rocks a coat over a turtleneck. the female sorcerer holds her toy hammer tight in her grip, her eyes boring through megumi’s figure. by her posture, megumi guesses she was about to hit him with the squeaky hammer if only he didn’t wake up sooner.

fucking menaces, they could’ve left him to sleep for a little more. he hasn’t seen you in so long, he wanted to sleep in to spend time with you.

finally rubbing his eyes awake, the boy looks at the vase of orchids sitting on his nightstand. he sighs before standing up.

megumi will find you someday, he promises. if you’re a flower, he’ll gladly be the butterfly.

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justhockeythings-blog1 · 3 years

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Who said I’m out of your league?

A/N: I wasn’t sure how to end this one so let me know what you all think! Feed back is greatly appreciated! Also I totally had to use this gif, his confidence is unmatched lol

Request: Can you please do a William Nylander imagine where you meet the team for the first time and they tease him about you being out of his league or something. Thanks!

For the entirety of your six month relationship, you had always assumed that Willy was out of your league. He was a professional hockey player, the Swedish-Canadian version of Thor, not to mention that his personality could impress even the strictest mother on the planet. You were, for all intents and purposes, average. You had a normal job, normal friends, you considered your looks to be normal, and you had a normal, by your own standards, upbringing. Your personality was probably the one thing you were confident could hold a flame to Willy’s but even then, he had the ability to be so selfless at times you wondered if you were dating an angel.

Willy on the other hand thought that you were the most amazing thing to ever walk this planet and he took every single opportunity to tell you just that. You did something different with your hair? “Wow babe, you look amazing.” You wore new clothes that you just got? “Damn baby you should model for that company.” There was never a shortage of compliments that came from him about you.

Which was probably why you didn’t feel as nervous as you should about meeting his teammates for the first time. You knew that Willy loved you, there was never a doubt in your mind, so you figured even if today went horribly wrong in every aspect you still had that going for you. You also had heard wonderful things about his teammates, from Willy himself but also the fans. It wasn’t like you hadn’t interacted with them in some capacity, they had heard your voice over the phone or briefly over the headset when Willy joined them for video games. You were pretty sure Willy had talked about you to them, at least in some capacity, so really you should be set up for an easy meeting with all of them.

That’s what you tried to tell yourself anyways, the closer you got to the bar you were meeting the team at the more you felt your hands beginning to sweat. You rubbed them on your jeans for the fifth time, reaching over to lace your fingers with Willy’s as he drove. You thought you were holding your nerves fairly well, you had assured Willy before you left that this was going to be a walk in the park.

Boy were you beginning to eat your words.

“What’s got you so worked up?” He teased, pulling his eyes away from the road momentarily before he returned them to focus on where he was going. “You’re never nervous.”

That was a lie. In fact Willy had seen you nervous on numerous occasions, including the first time you two had ever met. He would be lying if he said he didn’t find it cute. You had a number of nervous ticks that he had picked up on over the last few months. You would bounce your leg while waiting for an event that was causing your nerves to spike or you would bite your lip when deep in thought, as if planning out every option. Your cheeks would heat up, creeping up your neck, when someone called you out on any and you would wave your hand in the air as if physically brushing the nerves away momentarily.

Right now you were expressing all of those ticks, right down to the heat climbing up your neck as you tried to wave your free hand absentmindedly, brushing his words out of the air. It caused Willy to smile, he knew you better than you thought he did. He brought your hand up to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of it before he focused back on the road again. You would never admit it to him, you liked to be a neutral front but he had seen your nerves spike randomly in the days leading up to today. You had grilled him about his teammates a few times, wanting to make sure you at least had the basics of their names, girlfriends who may or may not be there. It had made Willy laugh, comparing it to you taking notes as if you were about to write a paper on the leafs player.

“You can hide it all you want, but you’re nervous.” He called you out again and you gave him a sharp look, sticking your tongue out at him childishly.

“I’m not nervous, I’m just…” You trailed off, tossing around a number of emotions in your head before you settled on the one. “Worried. These guys are your teammates and your best friends. I know it shouldn’t be that big of a deal, because you love me and that’s important but it’s going to make things awkward if they don’t like me.”

You turned to look at him, letting your words settle in the car as Willy parked, your stomach dropping to your feet as you realized you were there. Everything felt so much more real now that you were looking at the sign of the bar, peering in the front window you could see Zach and Rasmus, already surrounded by other players.

“Hey..” Willy’s soft voice pulled your eyes away from the window and back to him. “It’s going to be okay. They’re going to love you, I mean it’s not like I haven’t hyped you up. Just be yourself, if you’re uncomfortable after like an hour then we can go, okay?” He assured you, giving your hand another kiss.

“Okay, let’s go.” You smiled a little, grabbing your purse and climbing out, stopping in front of the car to wait for him before you both made your way inside. Your stomach flipping once more as he held the door for you, following you inside and guiding you over to the table.

“About time, we were wondering if you got lost on your way.” Zach teased, causing Willy to roll his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah. I get lost one time and you never let me live it down.” Willy laughed, pulling out a chair for you to sit down in before taking one at your side. “This is Y/N. Y/N, this is Zach, Rasmus, Auston…”

You followed his finger as he pointed to each player who was there, as well as their own guests, mentally trying to commit them all to memory. You were pretty good when it came to names and faces, but the nerves weren’t helping, you could almost feel your hands shaking a little.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you all.” You waved a little, smiling softly as conversation picked up, Willy holding your hand under the table.

It was as though you had known these people your whole life, you fell into conversation easily, answering questions about your job, hobbies, and your family. Willy kept a close eye on you the entire time, making sure that you weren’t getting overwhelmed by the amount of people who were trying to get to know you all at once. He smiled a little as he watched you engage in a conversation with Mitch about puppies and which breed was superior. He hadn’t been worried about you meeting the guys, he knew you would get along well and they would probably end up liking you more than him.

In his mind it was impossible to not like, you were the sweetest person he had ever crossed paths with, with the exception of maybe his mom. You were constantly doing what you could to help others, taking care of him in the smallest ways like putting his laundry away after a road trip, making his favorite dinner after a rough game, or making sure he followed the trainer’s instructions even if he tried to avoid them. Not to mention that you seemed to make friends everywhere the two of you went, you just had the type of energy that drew people to you.

“Hey, I’m going to grab another drink with the girls, did you want anything?” You asked, pulling him out of his thoughts as you stood up and he smiled a little. “Sure, surprise me.”

He gave your hand one more squeeze as he watched you branch away from him with some of the girls, making your way up to the bar to order your drinks. It was like a proud parent watching their kid go off to school for the first time, it was a sign to Willy that you really were comfortable around his friends now.

“Dude, she is so out of your league.” Mitch snorted, taking a sip of his drink as he watched Willy look after you with that same lost puppy dog expression you had been describing about your own dog only moments ago.

Willy felt his cheeks heat up as he tried to hide his face in the last remnants of his drink, he should have known the second they had him alone they would say something to him.

“I mean seriously, she’s like a walking angel. How did you land her?” Zach asked, joining in on the chirping of their young teammate. Everyone was happy that Willy had found someone who seemed to match his energy, knowing that the blonde deserved the best.

“It’s my undeniable charm boys, maybe you should try it sometime.” He smirked a little, firing back at his teammates as they all erupted into chuckles around him.

“Well if she ever wants a real man, let her know I’m always around.” Rasmus teased, reaching over to mess up Willy’s hair playfully as Willy smacked his hands away.

“She wants a man not a man child.” Willy fired back before he felt a hand on his shoulder, another drink being placed in front of him. “Got your usual!”

He smiled as he saw you sitting back down beside him, shooting a look to the boys to behave, he didn’t mind their chirping but he didn’t know how you would take it seeing as how this was your first time meeting them and while it was going well, he didn’t want it to ruin anything.

The rest of the afternoon continued in a similar manner, the conversation flowed easily, and any time you stepped away from the group Willy was hit with another round of chirping about how you were out of his league. It was all in good fun and by the end of the afternoon you had begun to pick up on some of the chirping that carried over into the normal conversation, firing back at the boys with a smirk.

“I mean, at least Willy knows what he’s doing, when was the last time a girl came back to you after a night?” You shot back at Auston innocently, sipping your drink as Willy and the boys burst into a loud round of laughter, accepting the high fives and the fist bump from Auston.

“On that note, I think we better get going, gotta get my girl home and away from you hooligans.” Willy smiled, throwing his tip money on the table as he helped you up and you waved your goodbyes to the group.

“Bye Y/N! You know where to find us if you ever want an upgrade!” You heard the boys called, laughing as you and Willy made your way back out to the car. The ride home was nice, you were buzzing as you filled Willy in on the conversations he hadn’t been a part of. This continued when you got home too, jabbering away as you made your way upstairs, stripping out of your jeans and sweater, tugging a pair of his sweatpants from the drawer as he sat on the bed, staring at you.

“Damn you are so out of my league.” He muttered to himself, smiling as he watched you glow in relief of his friends approving of you.

“What? Who said I was out of your league?” You frowned a little, setting yourself between his legs and playing with his hair as you looked down at him, his hands resting on your sweatpant clad hips.

“Just the guys chirping at me, don’t worry about it but they do have a point. I am dating a literal angel.” He smiled as he could tell that the heat was rising up your neck to your cheeks again, in an attempt to hide your blush you shook your head. These were the things you usually thought about Willy, not things you were used to him saying about you.

“Oh please, have you looked in the mirror Nylander?” You hummed, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips so he couldn’t argue against you. “Maybe we aren’t out of each other’s leagues but just in a league all our own.”

He smiled against your lips, giving your hips a gentle squeeze. “That’s a pretty elite league to be in, I must’ve gotten called up when I started dating you.”

“You’re running my compromise!” You laughed and pushed his shoulder, hardly enough to budge him. “Now, I had fun today but can we get pizza or something and just chill? My social battery is drained.”

He smiled and stood up, now towering over you gave him the advantage to press a kiss to your forehead.

“Your wish is my command, Princess.”

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oogaboogasphincter · 3 years

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The 50/10 Method (Agent Whiskey x f!reader)

Summary: Jack makes the most of your 10 minute study break.

Word Count: 2.7k+

Rating: E (explicit) 18+ ONLY! bc this is just cringey smut lmfao

Warnings: smut (oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v sex (obvi use protection irl), very easily and conveniently reached orgasms (this is a fantasy i can do what i want skjfkd), dirty talk, one (1) allusion to thigh riding and one (1) instance of 💙spitting💙, fingering, positions i hope i've given enough detail so y’all can imagine what i was picturing💀), pet names (sweetheart, honey, cowboy *affectionately*, good girl, baby), there’s a sentence about reader having long-ish hair, reader and jack have a dog, swearing, reader is afab and is called things like good girl and the like, just overall trash grammar and structure 😇

Author’s Note: so this is very poorly written and extremely self-indulgent, as i myself use the 50/10 method 🙃. but i had a lot of fun with it, and i think that’s what writing is supposed to be all about! :) also i was heavily inspired to write this after reading “Take a Break” by @mellowswriting and “Study Buddy” by @pascalpanic. please go check those out because they’re absolutely fantastic!!!!! +while you’re at it, i would highly advise you to read anything on their masterlists bc they’re just 💜exquisite💜

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The lines of text on your computer screen are starting to blend into each other, creating a single run-on sentence that one of your previous English teachers would ridicule the author for. The sharp curves and angles that distinguish each letter from the next are becoming soft and dull, blurring into each other until your brain can only recognize it as a smeared streak of black on white.

It’s 11:00am on a Saturday, a big exam set for the upcoming Monday’s morning. You don’t feel rushed for time, or overloaded with unknown material, and the early hours of the day have been quite productive. Following a shared breakfast of homemade waffles in bed with Jack, your boyfriend, you didn’t complain when setting up your study station on the living room’s large oak table. If anything, you had been excited to begin studying early in the hopes of finishing your review by the end of the day. That way, tomorrow would be free for you and Jack to do whatever you pleased.

However, as the hours went by, your motivation was slowly but surely diminishing. The serene study atmosphere that you usually thrive in is now driving you mad. You yearn for a noise, any noise; a bird to sing a song in the tree outside your window, the smack of your dog’s loose wrinkles against each other as he attempts to shake the sleep out of him, a pencil unable to stop itself from rolling and dropping onto the floor with a tink.

You’re momentarily gifted with the crisp sound of a page turning. You flit your eyes over to gaze upon the source of your granted wish and your heart flutters in reaction to the sight: Jack’s resting on the couch, cowboy hat balanced on the back of it, deeply absorbed in the next installment of his favorite murder-mystery series. You find it curious that his desire for an adrenaline-filled challenge doesn’t stop when he comes home from mission after mission that nearly cost him his life. You’ll ask him about his insatiability one day, but for now you categorize it as fictional research for his Statesman assignments.

Your short glance quickly turns into an entranced stare. Jack looks... divine. Fetching. Luscious. As he’s lying on his back, neck propped up against the arm of the couch, his book balanced on his chest, relaxation radiates off of him in waves and utterly seduces you. You’re surprised that he hasn’t been a greater distraction to you throughout the morning. How have you managed to ignore the denim-wearin’, plaid-shirted, pornstache-sportin’ cowboy of your dreams that is only a few steps away?

Involuntarily, the thigh muscles of your crossed legs contract in an effort to bring some semblance of friction to your now weeping core. Similar to your imaginings of your dog earlier, you shake your head to force these heavy, unwanted feelings to dissipate and turn back to the work in front of you. Of course, Jack does the opposite of what you’d like him to do and takes an interest in your fidgeting. He peeks over the top of his book, “You cold, sweetheart?”

His question is reasonable: you’re purposely wearing a skirt that’s so short it rides up quite high when you sit. You don’t dare to meet his eyes and answer while pulling a textbook close and opening it up, “No, I’m okay.”

Fortunately he returns to his reading. Your attention is able to retain itself for about a paragraph, but then your mind takes a sharp detour back to those pesky, steamy desires. You mentally huff at your inability to remain concentrated on your studies and rifle through the options of what you can do to satiate yourself for the time being.

You could switch texts and force your brain to recognize the change and therefore become distracted. You could pick out some colored writing utensils and bring some fun to active reading. You could say fuck it, go straddle Jack and beg him to use you in whichever way he would like.

Jack interrupts your brainstorming, “Are you sure you don’t need a blanket or sumthin’? I can go get my jacket for ya.”

The attentiveness of your southern lover melts your heart. You turn to him, “No, really, I’m okay, thanks.”

“I wouldn’t count a bathroom break as taking away from your 50 minutes, honey, if that’s what’s makin’ you twitch.”

You had been implementing and strictly adhering to the 50/10 method all morning: study for 50 minutes, take a break for ten. Its effectiveness was never doubted, as it has proven to work for you for years. Only ten minutes into this 50 minute period, the devil of restlessness pokes at you and makes you think could time go by any slower? A hand comes up to cover the blush creeping across your cheek as you dismiss Jack’s suggestion, “No, that’s not it.”

Behind your embarrassed hand, Jack cocks an eyebrow at you. Your simple choice of words has given the Agent a hint, that there is something that’s bothering you, he just hasn’t figured it out yet and you don’t want to admit what it is for some reason. He returns to his book, however lost in thought about what your problem could be, while you task every cell in your body to pay attention to your studies.

35 minutes remain on the clock, and Jack guesses, “Did you have too much coffee?”

You can’t help but grin at his sleuthing, “No, I just had my regular.”

He conjures up another possible solution five minutes later, “Are you itchin’ to get out of the house? We haven’t left in two days.”

He’s getting warmer. Both of you know exactly why you haven’t left the house in two days: you’d been occupied with activities of the sinful variety. You can’t gauge yet whether or not he knows he’s dancing around the answer, “Baby, you’re distracting me. And nope, it’s not that.”

He smiles apologetically, “Sorry,” and uses his book as a partition, blocking your ability to procrastinate and just visually drool all over him.

Silence fills the next 20 minutes. Even though Jack is out of your sight, details from your observations exaggerate themselves in your mind to the point that they’re all encompassing, intoxicating. The way his jeans wrap around his legs ever so perfectly, the worn denim hugging those muscular thighs that he loves for you to grind yourself against when you’re feeling especially desperate (like now). How his plaid flannel slopes over the swell of his belly, stretching tight against his skin as his diaphragm contracts and deflating when he exhales. Even his large feet, strewn about lazily on the couch, his toes pointing in different directions, amuse you.

Ten minutes remain in your study session. Feeling guilty about spending the majority of the last hour envisioning the seductive intricacies of your boyfriend, you actually start to study.

“How many times do you think I can make you cum in ten minutes?”

Your eyes are ripped from your material and land on the menace lazing on the couch. He’s put his book down, one arm behind his head while the other is crooked, allowing himself to palm his cock through his pants. Jack’s wearing a shit-eating grin, bewitching your crossed legs to switch which one is on top; an excuse to apply more pressure to the yearning area between them. You fidget in the chair, shamefully trying to get the seam of your underwear to rub against you in just the right way. You shrug, “I-I’m not sure.”

He gets up and comes over to you, standing behind you and leaning forward to rest his chin on your shoulder. He murmurs in your ear, “I think we should find out during your next break.”

You turn to face him, “I think so too.”

He gives you a quick kiss, “Well, you better be a good girl and study for these last few minutes. Earn that break.” He places his large hands on either side of your head and turns it toward your materials, making you both laugh.

Somehow, you’re able to pay attention. Jack’s impending promise of ravaging you for ten minutes straight quells your jittering nerves and gives you something specific to look forward to. Before you know it, your alarm is beeping, alerting you that your break has commenced. Jack cages you by reaching forward and grabs the clock, programs it to ten minutes and keeps it in his hand. He grips the sides of your swivel chair, pulls it back from the table and spins you around to face him, the speed of the turn making your hair swoosh across your shoulders. Through mutual giggles, Jack lifts you up, winding your legs around his waist, your arms doing the same around his neck. “I want you to count for me how many times you cum.”

Breathlessly, you simply obey, “Okay.”

He practically runs to the bedroom. He sets the clock on the nightstand and turns the face towards the mattress so you don’t lose out on studying time. Tossing you onto the bed, your giggling continues as you bounce from the force. Jack hooks his fingers in your underwear and yanks them down, pulling them out from under your skirt and over your shoes. The way he wastes no time ridding you of any other garment makes blood and heat flood your center and air rush out of your lungs. He pushes your lost air back into your mouth with a kiss and then immediately retreats back to in between your legs.

He flicks the fabric of your skirt up onto your belly, letting himself have complete, unobstructed access to his early lunch. His fingers fondle your folds while his lips place sloppy kisses along the inside of your thighs. After he’s had his fill of that step, he sits back and stares at you: spread out for him, more than willing to take anything he wants to give to you. He blows out a whistle, eyeing your core, and you say, “Hey, you’re on the clock, cowboy. No time for dramatics.”

He nods, a smirk pulling at one side of his mouth, “You’re right, sweetheart.”

He spits onto your cunt, forgoing his usual gentle licks to adequately wet your pussy. A quiet fuck escapes your mouth as he plunges his tongue into you. Your fingers wind themselves in his chocolatey locks and pull, extracting an excited moan from your lover. His fingers knead the soft flesh on the backs of your thighs as he eats and when his mustache starts to tickle your clit, you’re done for. Your grip on his hair becomes vice-like and your whole body seizes up, constricted by enrapturing pleasure. You strangle out, “One.”

Jack unlatches his mouth only once he’s certain your first orgasm is complete. He stands, admires your wrecked expression, takes his cock out, spits into his hand and pumps his dick a few times. Hands slithering around your waist, he flips you onto your stomach and pulls your ass up, positioning you on your hands and knees. You’re a little bit dizzied by his manhandling in combination with his expert tongue, but this type of vertigo is the most enjoyable you’ve ever experienced.

When he pushes into you, it’s a bit of a stretch because he hadn’t warmed you up with his fingers. He relaxes you by leaning forward, pressing his chest against your back and peppering soft kisses to your shoulder blades. The clink of his belt comically punctuates his thrusts, but your laughs are swallowed by intoxicated groans. You don’t know, and you don’t really care to figure out, how he already has you teetering on the edge of cumming again. Heightened senses tell you that you’re close; the fabric of his shirt feels unearthly soft as it brushes against patches of exposed skin, his fingertips are delightful lead in their clamp on you, his grunts and pants angelically reverberate in your skull. And then, suddenly and all at once, “Two.”

Jack’s pride shows itself in a smirk while he flips you onto your back. He makes a show of hooking your calves over his shoulders, eliciting laughter from the both of you. Resting almost all of his weight on top of you, your knees find your chest and his hands find your hair. The intimacy of it all is almost too much; his thumbs stroke your temples, palms cradle your head, those goddamned puppy-dog eyes bore into you. You turn your head in his grasp to check your timing: five minutes left.

Jack’s tongue darts out to lick the pads of his fingers before he snakes it down in between the two of you to rub your clit. Your moans come out uncontrollably, your eyelids stutter and he eggs you on, “That’s it, sweetheart. Give me another one.”

Hearty moans are reduced to desperate gasps and you’re unable to verbally acknowledge the third orgasm that rips through you. Nonetheless, Jack can tell from the way your eyes roll into the back of your head and his name tumbles ferociously out of your mouth that you’re cumming. “’Atta girl.”

Jack takes his cock out of you and the whine that escapes your lips embarrasses you. He can’t help but laugh at your whimpering before he scoots down the bed and starts to eat you out again, framing his head with your quaking thighs. You find the strength to check the time, “Jack, there’s only a minute and a half left.”

He moans deeply into you, unaffected by your comment, and eases three fingers into your fluttering center. Like earlier, your hands fly to his hair like a magnet and find purchase so tight it makes your knuckles go pale. In a matter of seconds, circling your clit with his sopping tongue and tapping your g-spot with his deft fingers, Jack has you cumming yet again. This time you yell out the count, “Four!”

The sounds his ministrations make are lewd and exhilarating, pushing himself to his own precipice. You look down your body to find Jack’s other hand jerking his cock and his seed spilling out of him moments later. He groans into your pussy while you pet his hair, praising him for his efforts.

Simultaneously, you both remember that you’re being timed. Your eyes meet the clock at the same time: 30 seconds. Jack springs from the bed and pulls you up with him, grabbing your discarded panties. He squats and taps your ankles so you lift your legs up, sliding each leg hole over your body and pulling your underwear up underneath your skirt.

You fumble with his mussed clothes, stuffing his still-hard cock into his boxers, hiking his jeans up over his ass and zip and button them closed. You snake his belt around his waist and let his fingers do the work of buckling it before he picks you up bridal style and ushers you out of the bedroom, grabbing the clock off of the nightstand on your way out.

Unhinged cackles follow you two down the hallway as you return to the living room. He plops you down in your chair, straightens you out, gives you a kiss on the cheek and then your alarm goes off. You raise your eyebrows at him, “Jeez, you didn’t waste a second.”

He hums, then mumbles, “You get back to work now, babygirl,” and leaves you with a yearning kiss on the part of your hair.

Both of you return to your respective readings, hopelessly trying to downgrade your panting gasps to normal breaths. The absence of Jack’s warmth is already painful. But you rationalize that the indulgence of the last ten minutes is more than enough to get you through this next hour of studying, if not for longer.

Little do you know that Jack feels the same pain. His ache for your touch, sexual or not, will overtake him later and he’ll be unable to resist the temptation of coming over and distracting you again. Determined to finish your studying, you’ll propose a compromise: you can sit in his lap while he is lulled to sleep by the ambience of the afternoon rain and the enveloping comfort of you. The two of you can try to beat the record of four orgasms next semester.

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auburnaudry · 3 years

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Surprises make everything better! -Brock Boeser

A/N: This is my favorite writing so far so I hope you like it as much as I do. I actually enjoy writing now so if anyone has any request let me know and I will try my best! Or if you wanna talk about/have questions about any of my writing let me know I would love to chat about it.

Side note: I’m really sorry, I have zero idea how to give credit to the creator of a GIF so if anyone knows how to do that and can help me figure it out that would be much appreciated? Thank ya <3

Summary: Brock canceled your original plans for the summer and you are really upset about it! To make you feel better he sends a surprise to you apartment.

Word count: 1552 words

“Hey bubs” you answered the FaceTime call coming in from your boyfriend. You were sitting on your bed with your laptop open besides you, scrolling through tiktok on your phone before Brock had called.

“Hey, what are you up to?” From the looks of it, Brock was currently in his car driving somewhere.

“I’m suppose to be in class right now but I can’t focus so it’s kinda just playing as background noise at the moment. Whata bout you? Where are you going?” Since your school work is online this semester you find it increasingly difficult to pay attention to your classes and often find yourself FaceTimeing Brock during them.

“Baby your suppose to be paying attention.” He chuckled giving you a look “Anyway, I’m on my way home from practice but I really missed you and wanted to hear your voice” he wasn’t always open about his feelings while you were away at school so hearing him say that made your heart ache a little.

“Awe, I miss you more Brocky. Only a couple more weeks till we get to see each other.” Since the Canucks didn’t find themselves in a playoff spot this season, Brock was going to be done with hockey around the same time your finals were starting.

“Actually baby I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that.” His expression changed from happy to serious. “I actually think I’m gonna head straight to Minnesota when the season ends. It’s way too complicated to figure out what I’m going to do with the dogs and I’m also really sick of all the traveling” you were really caught off guard by his words because just last week he was so excited to come and see you.

The original plan was that Brock was going to fly out to NYC, after his season ended, to finally see you and keep you company during finals week. And after, he was going to help you pack up your apartment and drive with you back to your family’s home in Connecticut. Then you would spend a month hanging out with all your friends and family, before flying back to Minnesota for the rest of the summer to do the same with his loved ones.

“Oh” was all you could manage. You were kinda hurt that he didn’t want to put in the extra effort to come and see you, after not being able to see each other in person for almost 4 months.

“I’m sorry bubs, it’s just a lot, but after your finals you can fly straight out to Minnesota, it’ll only be one extra week” now he was starting to irritate you.

“But I wanted us to have time to spend with my family because we always see yo-.... you know what never mind it’s all good” you were trying your best not to sound bitter and to see his side of things but you just couldn’t. “I actually have to go this class is important and I should probably be paying attention, I’ll call you later.”

“Y/n please don’t go, we should talk about this.” Brock tried

“No it’s fine I’m not upset. I’ll talk to you later.” You tried to convince him.

“Alright, I love you please call me later.” He pleaded

“K bye.” And with that you hung up. It was actually the first time you hung up without saying you loved him back. You obviously still loved him but you were so upset with him, the words just couldn’t come out. Now you felt guilty about it, what if something happened and the last thing you said to him was ‘k bye’. Before you could get lost in your thoughts though, a text came through.

Brockstar 💫:

You didn’t say it back 😔

Y/n/n 🍑:

I love you

Brockstar 💫:

Do you mean it? 🤔

Y/n/n 🍑:

More than anything

Brockstar 💫:

Good cause same.

You were happy he noticed and wasn’t afraid to say something to you about it. It made you feel like your love was wanted and needed. But even with that, you were still very upset with him.

...

Y/n/n 🍑:

Have a safe flight buddy, I love you 💕

Brockstar 💫:

Call me buddy one more time...

Y/n/n 🍑:

Or what?... buddy

Brockstar 💫:

😐 you are impossible

Love you I’ll text you when I land... Good luck on your final today your gonna crush it I know you got big brains

Y/n/n 🍑:

Thanks buddy

Brockstar 💫:

Uggggg 🙄

Today Brock was flying back to Minnesota and you were starting you rigorous final schedule. Although you were still a little sad that he wasn’t coming to see you, you understood that he just wanted to get home after the season, so you were trying not to hold it against him too much.

You continued on with your day, continuing to prepare for your final that started at 1:00pm. You were definitely ready to get it over with. This one was the toughest of your finals and you were glad it was your first.

1:00pm came faster than expected and before you knew it your were starting your final. It was actually going a lot better than expected and you were on track to finish an hour early, not taking up the full 4 hours.

When you finally finished, you took a giant breathe of relief. You sat down on your couch and thought about what you wanted to eat for dinner that night, you had skipped lunch so you were starving.

You were soon pulled from your thoughts by a knocking on your apartment door. You went to look through the peep hole and saw a man walking away. You waited until he was most of the way down your hall to open the door and peek out. There was a beautiful edible arrangement sitting on the ground with a note attached.

You quickly picked it up and brought it into your apartment, closing the door behind you. You placed it on your kitchen island and took your phone out to take a picture before digging in. You grab the note first and read it out loud to yourself.

I’m sorry I’m the worst boyfriend on planet earth, so I hope this makes up for it or at least makes you feel a little better. I know it’s your favorite so if you don’t feel better, than I know I really messed up this time.

Hopefully still the love of your life,

Brock

Y/n/n 🍑:

You will obviously always be the love of my life no matter what you do.... thanks babe it actually did make me feel better

Brockstar 💫:

Shit it came already? I didn’t want it to get there till after your final! I’m sorry if you were interrupted😬

Y/n/n 🍑:

I finished my final an hour early! It came at the perfect time.

Brockstar 💫:

Ok good 😅

Y/n/n 🍑:

Thanks bubs I love you 💕

Brockstar 💫:

Love you too

You started to pick at the basket but had to stop yourself so you wouldn’t over eat before dinner. While trying to figure out what you were in the mood for you heard another knock at your door.

You rolled your eyes because this was the second time you were interrupted while trying to figure out what you were going to eat for dinner. Before you got to the door the person knocked again so you forewent looking out the peephole and just swung the door opened, slightly agitated but the impatience of whoever was at your door.

When the door fully opened you were met with Brock standing in front of you with all his luggage and holding your favorite flowers.

“Hi!” He smiled as the words left his mouth. You automatically started sobbing because you were so happy to see him. You put your arms around his neck locking him into a hug, accidentally smushing the flowers a little in the process.

“What are you doing here?” You cried into his neck.

“You didn’t actually think I would fuck up our entire summer plans did you?” He chuckled as he placed the flowers on top of his suit case so he could properly hug you back.

“Uggggg why would you do that to me? I was so sad.” You said still gripping him as hard as you could, afraid to let go.

“I’m sorry baby, I thought a surprise would be more fun.” You giggled into his neck.

“Yeah so much fun” you said sarcastically “I’m just glad you’re here.” You said pulling away to give him a kiss.

“Me too” after pecking his lips another time, you helped him bring his bags inside. You didn’t have plans for the night but you were starving so he suggested getting takeout and bringing it back to the apartment.

You agreed because you were drained from your exam and weren’t in the mood to dress up and go out. You also wanted to spend as much time in Brocks arms as humanly possible and being in the privacy of your apartment would allow for that.

You spent the rest of your night between the sheets making up for the 4 months you lost. You still couldn’t believe that he was actually with you in your apartment but you cherished every moment of it.

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viastro · 4 years

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prove it | chwe vernon hansol

ミ★ synopsis: in which the university fuckboy does whatever it takes to prove that he genuinely has feelings for you.

ミ★ genre: slice of life!au, player!vernon, humor, fluff

ミ★ warnings: none!

ミ★ word count: 3,603

ミ★ pairings: vernon x female reader

ミ★ notes: hi guys! this oneshot ended up a lot longer than i originally planned. however, this always happens when i write oneshots so this isn’t anything new. i chose this gif because vernon’s blonde hair makes me cry a lil and i couldn’t find any other blonde vernon gifs that match the vibe of this whole oneshot uh help me :DD oh ! i also hope you enjoy the mini cameo from my characters in cafe chuu hehe !! anyways... make sure to give vernon lots of love !!

You know those guys that are real sleazy? Like, the ones that know they’re able to get whatever girl they want and truly use it to their advantage? So they absolutely just… never settle?

that’s vernon.

You don’t judge, but that’s also a lie because you absolutely do judge since your poor best friend was a victim of his sleaziness. Can you blame her? No, the man is godly. Do you blame Vernon?

yes!

While Chaewon never told you the full story, all you needed to know is that she was hurt. Which is enough reason to despise the man, no matter how attractive he is.

You purse your lips in disgust as you watch Vernon walk into class late, silently cursing him when he says hi to his friend on the way to his desk. Chaewon stares at you with a bored look on her face, wondering why you’re so angry about the man when you claim you don’t care about him. She pokes your shoulder, and you turn to her with a big smile, a stark contrast to the previous glare on your face.

“Just say you love him and go baby.” Chaewon tells you, and you immediately pretend to vomit in your bag. She rolls her eyes, shoving you lightly with her hand as she giggles at your antics. “As if I could ever like a sleazy, gross, beautiful ass man like him.”

Chaewon raises an eyebrow at the last adjective, and you choose to ignore the fact that you called him beautiful, as well as the heat rushing to your face. She lets out a sigh, turning towards the front of the room when your professor begins roll call.

“We can all see you have a heart boner for him.” Chaewon mutters, and you have half the mind to reach out and slap her shoulder, only to stop when your teacher calls your name.

“YLN YN?” You raise your hand up, flashing them a smile.

“Here.” Your teacher nods, before carrying on with the list, and you lean back into your seat. You open your notebook to prepare your notes page, only to pause when you feel a pair of eyes on you. You slowly glance up from your desk to see Vernon staring at you with an amused smile on his face.

Immediately you turn your eyes away and look at your journal, feeling warmth blossom across your cheeks at the fact that he’s still staring at you. Do you know why? No. Do you want to know why? yes. No!

Chaewon glances at Vernon, making eye contact with him. She points towards you as you focus your attention on your journal, and he shrugs at her. She tilts her head to the side, and he mouths,

“I’m going to ask yn out today!”

To which Chaewon grins, shaking her head at him and turning to face the front of the room. She chuckles quietly to herself, knowing that it’s not going to be as easy as he believes it’ll be. While Vernon smiles, thinking of the different ways you’ll probably say yes.

“No.” You answer boredly as you walk towards the bus stop, Vernon following close behind you. You don’t bother to spare the handsome man a glance, and Vernon runs in front of you, raising both his hands up to stop you from walking. You let out a sigh, crossing your arms as you stare at him.

“When you said no, you were joking… right?” You raise an eyebrow at him, and Vernon feels his heart sink to his ass when he realizes you actually mean no. Something he hasn’t heard from anyone he’s asked out before.

“I meant no. I don’t want to go out with you Vernon.” You tell him and he runs a hand through his blonde hair in confusion. Ignoring the fast pace of your heart, you flash him a smile, to which his eyes slightly widen at the sight. You fail to notice the tips of his ears turning red at the sight, and you let out a breath.

“You’re the fuckboy of the University. I don’t wanna date you just for me to get hurt when you get bored.” You explain and Vernon lets out a scoff at the term you used. “Fuckboy?”

“Yes. A fuckboy. A sleazy,” You step forward and poke his chest, causing him to suck in a breath at the close proximity between the two of you. “horny, promiscuous, fuckboy.”

Vernon gapes at you, and you grin at the sight of him being speechless. You lean back, raising your hand up to wave at him.

“Bye Vernon!” You say cheerfully, before stepping past him and walking towards the bus stop once again. Vernon turns around, watching your retreating figure as the sun begins to set.

“I’m not gonna stop trying!” Vernon shouts from behind you, but you refuse to turn back. You know it’s all for show, he never actually puts in much of an effort on the rare occasion that a girl rejects him. Vernon lets out an amused smile, before turning around and walking back towards the parking lot.

“What do you mean you and Vernon were never a thing? You guys hung out a lot last year outside of classes, and you even cried over him.” You tell Chaewon with wide eyes. She chuckles in response, shaking her head at you.

“Yn, Vernon’s my cousin. We lived together for our first year of uni last year because we wanted to save money, that’s why we were always together after classes finished. I cried during class last year because I read his text telling me the news about his dog passing.” You raise a hand to your mouth in shock at the surprise your best friend just dropped. You don’t even know how you didn’t have any idea of this, because the more you look at her, the resemblance between the two begins to show.

“I-I thought you were dating your cousin?”

“You absolutely did.”

“So Vernon’s never hurt you?”

“Only when we played nerf when we were younger.”

“So he’s not a fuckboy who hurt my best friend?”

Chaewon giggles, reaching her hand up and patting your head softly. She shakes her head, “He’s not a fuckboy who hurt me. He’s just a guy who happens to like a lot of girls but can never find the one to settle down with. AKA, a fuckboy.”

You glance down at your rice, picking up the spoon and shoving a chunk of rice into your mouth as you stress eat. Chaewon watches you with amusement, knowing that Vernon asked you on a date yesterday, to which you confidently told him no. However, you didn’t mention any of that to Chaewon, but Vernon told her the whole story.

“She said no?”

“She said no!” Vernon responds as he looks at Chaewon with betrayal and confusion stirring around in his eyes. She purses her lips, leaning back into her couch as she waits for the rice to be fully cooked.

“I expected that.”

“How come she doesn’t like me? Usually all the girls I ask out say yes…” Chaewon rolls her eyes, reaching forward and smacking Vernon on the back of the head. He lets out a hiss of pain, rubbing the back of his head as Chaewon stares at him with a bored expression.

“If you didn’t build that type of reputation, then yn would’ve said yes. You honestly brought this whole rejection upon yourself.” You explain and Vernon lets out a whine, resting his head into his hands.

“I told her I was going to keep trying.”

“You WHAT?!” Chaewon shouts, standing up from the couch and staring at her cousin with a flabbergasted expression on her face. Vernon slowly raises his head, giving her a nervous smile.

“I like yn a lot. I’ve always thought that she was really cute, smart, and kind, but after hearing you talk about her so much I started to like her even more. That’s why I asked her out on a date.” Vernon mutters, and Chaewon sighs. She sits back down beside Vernon, and rubs the back of her head.

“God. Help me.”

“I’ve never experienced such a fat whiplash until this very moment.” You mumble to yourself, snapping Chaewon out of her memory. Chaewon lets out a giggle at your comment, and you glance at your best friend. Smiling at the sight of her shaking her head at your obliviousness.

“At least I know you’re loyal.” Chaewon tells you, and you laugh, nodding your head as you give her a thumbs up. “Besties before stinkies.”

“Nice one.”

“Order for Changmin!” You announce as you place the macchiato onto the counter. The cute boy comes up and takes his drink, giving you a grateful smile. You nod your head at him before turning back to head to register.

“Hi! Welcome to Cafe Chuu. How can I help you-” You glance up, words dying in your throat as you lock eyes with Vernon, who happens to have a mischievous smile on his face. You feel heat rushing to your cheeks as he quirks his head to the side at your silence, and you immediately break eye contact.

“Hi yn.”

“What are you doing here?” You ask through your fake smile, and he chuckles at how cute you are.

“Just wanted to order coffee from my favorite girl.” Vernon states with full confidence, causing you to squint your eyes at him. To which it does not give the desired effect, for he just warmly smiles at you in response. “How’d you know I work here?”

“Chaewon.”

You grin at him, “Of course!” that traitor.

It’s been two weeks since Vernon asked you out on a date, and he’s continued to ask you that same question every single day since then. Whether it be during your break in between courses, when you’re eating lunch with Chaewon, or when you’re walking towards the bus stop. He’s asked you each and every day, but he would nod his head respectfully and leave right after you’d reject him. Letting you know that he’d try again tomorrow. It’s currently the weekend, and he hasn’t been able to ask you out while you’re at work because he doesn’t know what you do for a living.

so why is he at your workplace right now?!?!?!

“What would you like to order, Vernon?” You ask, and you feel your knees buckle at the small pout he lets out when he glances up to check the board. However, you are a strong. independent, woman who will NOT fall for a playe-

“I’ll have a mocha and a date with you please.” Vernon requests with a smile on his face, and you squeeze the counter until your knuckles turn white. You decide to ignore the last part, instead typing in his order into the computer as your other hand aggressively squeezes the counter.

“That’ll be-”

“Did you hear what I asked for?” Vernon asks, and you glance up to see him watching you expectantly. You let out a smile, leaning forward onto the counter so that your faces are much closer.

And this time, you do catch the tips of his ears turning red.

“You asked for a mocha,” You state, pausing as you rip the receipt off the printer. You stretch your hand out towards Vernon with a smile, “Which will be ready in five minutes.”

Vernon slowly takes the receipt from you, finding himself entranced by the sparkles in your eyes having increased tenfold when you smiled at him. You gesture for the next customer to come forward, causing Vernon to have to step to the side to wait for his order.

He lets out a small laugh, shaking his head as he looks up at you. You catch his eye, feeling a burst of excitement flow through you at the small game of chase going on between the two of you. You won’t lie, it’s entertaining to have the university’s player try so hard to get you to be his. Something you haven’t seen him do before.

which makes you think he’s actually serious.

but alas…

Chan taps your shoulder, telling you to go work on the drinks and you give him a grateful smile. You nod your head, walking over to begin working on the next order, only to find out Vernon’s hasn’t been made yet. You let out a small sigh, before walking over to the coffee.

Vernon waits by a table, watching with a dopey smile as you prepare his drink. He thinks of different ways to ask you out next, wondering whether or not he should ask Chaewon for help. However, there’s a small part of him that thinks you won’t ever say yes.

but he wants you to know that he’s serious about you.

You place the lid on top of the cup before walking up to the counter. You call out his number, and Vernon looks up and locks eyes with you. Feeling your heart stutter as a smile graces his features as he walks over to you.

“What do you say about that date?” Vernon asks, brushing his hand against yours when he takes the paper cup from you. You chuckle at him before pursing your lips, thinking of what to say to him. He watches with hopeful eyes, as this is the first time you’ve ever pondered the question he’s asked you.

let’s see if he’s actually serious, You think to yourself.

So you smile at the handsome man, “Prove it.”

Vernon tilts his head to the side, and you hold back your giggle at the confused expression on his face. “Prove it?”

You nod your head, biting your bottom lip to control your smile from widening. Vernon’s eyes glance down at the action, and he squeezes the cup a bit too tight.

“Prove that you actually like me. That you’re serious about wanting to date me. Then we’ll see if I’ll give you a chance, because I’m not going to get my heart broken due to your commitment issues.”

Vernon stares at you with an indecipherable expression on his face, and you think that this is it. This is when he’ll decide that you’re not worth the chase. That he can find someone easier. However, he surprises you when he flashes you an excited grin, a competitive glint to his eyes.

“You got it baby.” Vernon tells you with full confidence, taking a sip of the mocha before turning around and walking out of the cafe. You let out a breath, raising your hands up to your cheeks as warmth floods through your face. Chan and Soonyoung glance over at you, chuckling at the shock on your face.

“Yn’s got a boyfriend!” Yeri sings from the sink, and you shoot her a glare. You wave your hands at the three to try and get them to look away, causing them to laugh as you turn away from them to hide your smile.

“How cute.” Soonyoung says beside you, and you nudge him with your elbow.

“Shut up!”

“What’d he get you this time?” Chaewon asks as she sits down beside you in the cafeteria. You point at the unopened boba beside your lunch, and she giggles. She mentally prepares a note to herself to tell Vernon good job on getting yn the right flavor!

“When are you gonna say yes to the poor guy? He’s been bringing you your favorite snacks for the past week of classes. He won’t stop texting me either, getting annoying.” Chaewon tells you, and you smile softly at the fact that he’s actually trying.

Vernon hasn’t attempted to ask you out on a date since the day he visited you at work. Instead, he’s just been stopping by during your blocks between classes and when you’re at work to bring you your favorite snacks. So far he’s brought you shrimp chips, donuts with rainbow sprinkles on them, hot chocolate, and now boba. If you’re free, then he makes sure to talk to you so that the two of you can get to know one another more. If you’re busy, then he just leaves your snack close to you. However, whether or not you’re free, he’s always attached handwritten notes to each snack, just saying he hopes you have a good day, or that he hopes the snacks bring a smile to your face.

it’s fucking precious.

“But what if he’s just joking?” You ask Chaewon, the tiny bit of insecurity peeking through. She gives you a comforting smile, reaching her arms around you and giving you a hug. You pout against her shoulder, and she pats your head.

“He’s never been this hung up over a girl before. The way he talks about you? His eyes literally light up. Vernon’s always been afraid of commitment, but he wants to try with you. Everyone on campus thinks he’s serious too, considering he hasn’t been seen with any other girl since he decided he wanted you to be his girlfriend.” Chaewon explains, and you feel warmth rise up your neck at the honesty of her words. You raise your hands to your face, cupping your cheeks and she lets out a coo at how cute you are. She’s about to squeeze your face when you both get interrupted by a familiar voice.

“Am I interrupting?”

“Vernon?” You ask, immediately dropping your hands from your face. You turn to glance at him, and he gives you a shy smile. Chaewon lets out a little giggle, standing up from her seat to walk to the bathrooms to give the two of you some space.

“Can I sit here?” Vernon asks you, and you nod your head, gesturing to the empty seat in front of you. He smiles, sitting down and taking a look at your unopened boba. You watch as his eyebrows slightly furrow, and you let out an, ah, and take the straw, giving him a grin.

“I was just about to open it.” You reassure him, and Vernon lets out a breath of relief. He watches you shove the straw into the plastic seal on top, taking a large sip of the milk tea. He smiles when he sees your features light up when the taste hits you.

“Thank you, it’s my favorite flavor.” Vernon feels his heart go crazy at the realization that this is the first time you’ve actually engaged in conversation with him rather than it being one-sided. He nods his head, “I’m so glad I chose the right one.”

You smile softly, before glancing back down at your lunch. You take a spoonful of rice and place it into your mouth, avidly trying to distract yourself from internally imploding by Vernon’s presence. While he watches you eat quietly, feeling full now that he’s seeing you eat well.

You swallow your rice, staying still for a moment as you think of how to phrase what you want to say next. You can be blunt and simply just ask him, or you can slowly go into the topic.

i’ll slowly go into the topic.

“Do you actually like me?” You ask out of the blue, and Vernon’s eyes widen slightly at how straightforward you are.

that was not going into it slowly you stupid bitch.

Vernon nods his head earnestly, and you feel heat rush to your cheeks when he gives you a smile. “I do. I really do.”

You purse your lips and nod your head, trying to act cool even though you’re internally screaming at the moment. Vernon feels his heart warm, trying to hold back from cooing at how cute you are. He tilts his head to the side, “Do you believe that I genuinely like you?”

You stare at Vernon in silence for a moment, recalling everything he’s done to try and prove himself. How he’s persisted in trying to get you to go on a date with him for the past three weeks. You let out a smile, nodding your head at him.

“Yeah, I do.” You respond, and Vernon stares at you in shock, before his features finally morph into a smile. He bites his bottom lip, nodding his head as he looks up at the ceiling. You giggle as he stands up from the table, taking notice of his very red ears.

“I’ll call you later so we can talk about our date, okay? You still have the note I gave you with my number on it, right?” You nod your head, and Vernon smiles at the fact that you actually kept the notes he gave you. He raises his hand up and waves at you, and you wave back, giggling at his timidness.

You watch as Vernon turns around and walks away, letting out a laugh when he raises his hands up and lets out a loud cheer. Which causes everyone in the cafeteria to turn their heads to glance at him, but he doesn’t seem to care.

“SHE SAID YES!!!”

Chaewon walks back over to you, knowing grin on her face as she watches her cousin throw his arms up in the air one more time before he walks out of the cafeteria. She sits down beside you, taking notice of the bright smile on your face.

“I take it that you have a date this weekend?” Chaewon begins, and you let out a soft sigh, smile not leaving your features as you nod your head.

“Yeah, I guess I do.”

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zackcollins · 3 years

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speechless || bo bichette

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Author’s Note: Hello! Everyone gets a treat of a second fic today because I was in a mood to write. Hope that’s okay. Idk man. When you’re in the mood to write, you write. And sometimes, you just wanna post right away because you’re too impatient to wait. Ya know? Anyways. GIF credit to glasnow!

Warnings: An anxiety attack. That’s probably it??? I don’t think there’s anything else. Feel free to let me know otherwise and I’ll fix this warnings section for you.

Word Count: 1.9k+

Title: Speechless by Dan + Shay

Additional: The reader should be gender neutral again! I don’t think I used any identifying language or pronouns or anything. If I did, it was accidental because I was hella distracted watching my dog while my grandparents went grocery shopping. As always, let me know how I did because constructive criticism is always welcomed!

Tagging: @whimsical-daydreams @donttelltheelf-x

You had suffered from severe anxiety; it had been a part of your life for as long as you could remember. At this point, it had totally consumed you. You could hardly do anything anymore without your anxiety trying to take over in some form or another. It was the worst feeling in the world.

That's why it was like all your prayers had been answered when Bo waltzed into your life. For the first time in your life, you were able to open up about your anxiety with someone. There was just something about Bo that made you feel safe, secure, and like nothing would ever hurt you again.

You had been dating for about two and a half years before your relationship changed. It changed on what had otherwise been a quiet day in the middle of February. Snow was falling outside of your house, blowing around peacefully in the evening breeze. You were sitting on the window seat of the living room window, staring out onto the street while idly sipping on a mug of hot chocolate.

Somewhere outside, you heard a dog distantly barking. You found it odd because to the best of your knowledge, nobody in the housing community you and Bo lived in had a dog. Most of them had cats because they were easier for their housekeepers to look after when they were away on business trips or vacation. You quickly shook it out of your mind, though, thinking it only to be a dog that had wandered in from somewhere nearby. It wasn't entirely unlikely for that to happen because some of the people in the housing communities on either side had been known to let their dogs roam freely from time to time.

A couple of minutes later, you heard the front door to the house open. That snapped you out of thinking about the barking dog because you needed to know who walked in. Turning around, you heaved a relieved sign when you saw Bo standing in the entryway. You felt a little anxious, however, when you saw that he had placed a rather large box at his feet. Placing your hot chocolate on the windowsill, you walked over to Bo.

"What's this, sweetie?" You asked, walking all the way around the box. You wanted to see if it had some sort of label or marking on it that would hint at what was inside; it did not. All it had was a pink ribbon embossed with white hearts tied around it.

Bo smiled as he was undressing from his winter apparel. He tossed his hat into the closet. He unzipped his coat and carefully placed it on one of the coat hooks beside the door. Lastly came his boots. He slipped out of those and tossed them haphazardly onto the plastic boot mat you had bought specifically for the winter so snow wouldn’t be tracked all over your house. He ended up bowling over your boots and a spare pair of boots you kept in case of emergencies. You glared at him, crossing your arms over your chest. Bo raised his arms in surrender as he stepped forward and gave you a quick kiss. You relaxed, kissing him back as you wrapped your arms around his back. When you pulled apart, Bo stepped aside and motioned to the box.

"If you wanna know what’s inside,” Bo produced a pocket knife seemingly out of nowhere because you didn’t know him to carry one. He handed it to you and motioned to the box a second time. “All you have to do is open it.”

You walked forward and leaned over, carefully cutting the ribbon a couple of times so that it was easier to untangle from the box. Once you had all of the ribbon untangled and balled up, you placed it along with the knife on the console table next to you. When you looked back at Bo, he gave you an encouraging nod and a soft smile. You bit your lip nervously as you carefully lifted the lid off of the box. What was inside made you blink in surprise. Staring back at you was a beagle puppy. You had to blink a couple of more times, just to make sure that truly weren't imagining this. When you surmised that this was, in fact, a real dog sitting in the box, you lifted them out, cradling them in your arms. They even kissed you on the chin a couple of times. That was also all it took for you to be absolutely smitten with this puppy.

Just as you went to put the puppy down, the light from the chandelier made something on their collar glisten. At first, you thought it was name tags or the city registration tags. But, when you examined it, you discovered that it was an engagement ring. You turned to ask Bo about it. Much to your surprise, he was down on one knee, holding his hands out. You handed him the dog (who you could now see was a boy), thinking that was what he wanted. Bo chuckled as he scritched the dog behind the ears. The dog sighed, jackrabbitting his back foot in satisfaction. You huffed an amused breath, rolling your eyes and chuckling.

Bo carefully put the dog down and took the ring off of his collar. He gave him a few more ear scritches which made the dog flop on the floor and curl in a ball. Bo rolled his eyes before he looked up at you, holding the ring in your direction.

"Since I know I'm the best thing to happen to you and you're the best thing to happen to me," Bo paused, wiping tears out of the corners of his eyes, "I was wondering if you'd marry me?"

You clammed up. You felt your anxiety wash over you like a giant wave crashing into the surf. You fell to the floor, chanting a bunch of incoherent nonsense as you curled into a ball and clutched your knees tightly to your chest. You rocked back and forth, tears streaming down your face as you continued to death-grip your knees. It was then that you felt Bo wrap you in his arms. He cradled you, rocking you in time with how you were rocking yourself. Only, he was doing it softer, gentler. He was also mumbling some of his stats from last season, the stats from the hockey game you watched yesterday. Hell, he even started mumbling what you needed to buy when you went grocery shopping the next time. Anything mundane and boring because he knew that was what generally helped you out of anxiety episodes. The more boring the better. It gave a sense of normalcy and order that helped your brain to focus on the everyday parts of life as opposed to the falsehoods of meaningless compliments that people only said to you when you were in the middle of an anxiety episode.

Hearing about baseball and hockey stats as well as what groceries you needed to buy helped remarkably well. You calmed down relatively quickly given how badly this attack had started. You tilted your head, looking Bo in the eyes. Your eyes were full of a question that didn’t need to be asked but probably should be anyways. Bo, knowing how to read you by now, simply nodded. He met you halfway as you connected your lips. You shared a brief, albeit meaningful kiss.

When you broke your lips apart, you held your hand out. "Of course I'll marry you."

You smiled, though it was a little awkward because you were still recovering from your anxiety attack, as Bo placed the ring on your finger. You moved your hand around, looking at the ring from every angle. It was a gorgeous ring. It was also simple and not very flashy. Which is something you had told Bo you wanted when the time came for him to finally propose. You weren’t a flashy or extravagant person so there was no need to have a flashy or extravagant ring. The thought of having an expensive or flashy ring made you really anxious. You were afraid that somebody would break in and steal it from you. And you didn’t want to live the entire rest of your life in fear that someone was going to break into your house to steal something from you. You had told Bo that that was no way to live. That’s why you were content with a small, simple ring. You didn’t have to live in a constant state of anxiety that some schmuck off the street was going to get the wise idea to break in one night and rob you of it. And the ring Bo had picked was exactly the ring you had been eyeing the last time you were in a jewellery store. So, it worked out even better.

Bo snapped you out of your thought by grabbing you by the chin with his thumb and forefinger. He tilted your face up so that you were looking at each other directly. Bo’s eyes flitted down to your lips and then quickly back up to look at you. You nodded as best you could with Bo holding onto your chin, a soft smile breaking out across your lips. Bo smiled back, dropping his hand away from your chin. He, instead, grabbed your hand and interlaced your fingers. You huffed softly before you leaned forward and connected your lips with Bo’s. Bo smirked into the kiss, bringing his other hand up and resting it against your shoulder. The kiss was far more passionate than the first and you swore it could’ve gone on forever and ever. The only reason you stopped was because the puppy weaseled his way in between you and licked both of your noses. Bo laughed and booped the puppy on his nose. You made an amused noise and scritched the puppy's chest.

Bo turned back to you after you both spent a few moments playing with the puppy. "Sorry for surprising you. I know how you hate surprises."

"It's alright, Bo. It would've defeated the whole purpose if you told me," you responded, moving in closer to Bo.

At that moment, the puppy plopped himself down in between the two of you. You both scratched him behind either ear. He made a soft groan of appreciation, before falling fast asleep. He was snoring softly after a few moments which made both you and Bo chuckle bemusedly.

"What do we name him?" Bo asked, picking him up and placing him in your lap.

"Biscuit!" You replied with excitement. The dog responded to that, briefly opening his eyes and snuffling before he went back to sleep. "See! He likes that name."

Your smile grew wider as your leaned down and gave Biscuit a kiss on the head. He snuffled again, his tail wagging against your knee. You lit up significantly, almost forgetting that you had had an anxiety attack a few minutes ago.

“Scratch that,” you said, a smile beaming on your face. “He loves that name.”

Bo just shook his head, chuckled, and waved a dismissive hand at you. "You're such a huge dork. You know that, right?"

"But I’m your huge dork," you replied, pointing to the ring on your finger as proof of that claim.

"Yes, yes you are."

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inkyblinders · 3 years

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Thomas Michael Shelby

Gif credits to @nofckingfighting

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Author’s note: This scenario made me giggle, that is all. I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I did writing it, because I think it was pretty dang cute. Feedback is welcome, as always!

Summary: Teenage Tommy tries giving you a haircut, disaster ensues (1066 words).

Warnings: None, except for mentions of a haircut gone wrong.

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“I fuckin’ hate my hair,” You moan as you flop onto Aunt Polly’s couch. It was summer, and while the house shielded you from the blazing sun outside, it did nothing to relieve you of the sticky heat that makes your hair cling uncomfortably to your temples.

“If Pol hears you swearing, she’ll box my ears for it.” Tommy says calmly without looking, studiously scratching at his maths homework. “Have you tried tying it up?”

“Have you tried tying it up?” You mimic him mockingly. “Of course I bloody have. Look.” You jab a finger into the messy mane of your hair. Somehow, the combined magic of heat and moisture created a perfect recipe for disaster that made it both too limp and frizzy at once.

Tommy gives a sympathetic whistle. “That does look a fright...To manage! I mean to manage—” He corrects hastily as you start chucking pillows at his head. You stop the tirade after feeling satisfied that he was properly apologetic.

“Where’s Aunt Pol anyways?”

“Out with John and Ada. Getting their hair cut at the barbers, actually.” Tommy tips back his chair to look at you, blinking owlishly. “Why didn’t you ask to go with them? You know Pol would—”

“Don’t be ridiculous Tommy, I can’t ask her for a favor like that. She’s already taken care of me so much, feeding me and all.” You redden and look down, fidgeting at your skirts.

“Aw c’mon, don’t be like that. You know you’re practically family to us anyways.”

“It’s not the same,” You insist. Tommy raises his brows in disbelief at your stubbornness.

“Never knew why girls care so much about that, by the way.” He turns back to his desk. “It’s just hair.”

You huff. “Easy for you to say, you look cool with any kind of haircut. I mean—” You stumble, “Your head would look cool—Keep cool. Cause it’s short. Cause you’re a boy.”

Being the daft boy he is, Tommy only hums distractedly as he continues scribbling on his homework. Finally, with an exasperated sigh, he pushes away his chair and stands up. Grabbing your hand, he leads you to the washroom and pulls out a stool.

“W-what are you doing?” You stammer as he wraps a barber’s apron over your clothes.

“What does it look like? Choppin' off the mop on your head so you can bloody stop complaining in my ear.”

“Oh, no you don’t!” Suddenly defensive, you scramble to take off the apron when he grabs your hand.

“Don’t you trust me?” His eyes are wide and slightly hurt.

“With an unloaded gun? No. With my hair? Also no.”

Tommy sighs with exasperation again.

“I cut my own hair, did you know?” Then he leans forward, as if to tell you a secret. “Arthur's too, even though he’d never admit it to his friends.” Tommy grins mischievously, blue eyes crinkling. “But John’s a bloody dandy, so that’s why he insists on going to barber with Ada. Like a little girl.”

“So you see,” he adds proudly as you allow him to help you with the apron, “I’m really not so bad at all.” You still aren’t fully convinced, though.

“Why are you being so nice all of a sudden when you were making fun of me on the couch just now?” You ask suspiciously.

Tommy looks embarrassed. He clears his throat a little before answering.

“Well, truth be told. Seeing you fidget makes me uncomfortable too. Can I get on with it now?” Tommy’s face, usually so serious, now wears an eager puppy-dog look. You couldn’t help but give in.

“Fine. Just to the shoulder, no more. But I swear to God Tommy, if you mess it up I’ll cut your fuckin’ balls off with your blinder cap.”

Tommy shivers in mock fear. “It’s a deal. On the throne you go then, milady.”

He untangles your hair with surprising gentleness, and before long Tommy is gently snip-snipping away.

“‘S pretty.”

“What?”

“Your hair. It’s pretty. I can tell why you want to keep it.”

“Oh. Well that’s sweet of you to say.”

"It's true."

The room was quiet again except for the snip-snipping of Tommy’s scissors.

“Tommy, I think the left side is a little uneven. Can you fix it?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Snip, snip.

“Tommy, that’s enough. It’s going to be too short.”

You try not to squirm as you see the soft locks of your hair fall to the ground. He better know what he’s doing.

After a while, Tommy whips off your apron with a flourish. “There," he exclaims, giving you a mirror to show off the back of his handiwork. “What do you think?”

You gasp in shock as you see the choppy mess, some parts barely reaching to your chin. Chin! Seeing your horrified face, Tommy tries to backtrack.

“I’m sorry! Look, look— I’ll buy you some pretty ribbons later, alright? Jus’ don’t cry, you’re gonna make me—” The front door slams, the sound of three pairs of footsteps stomp into the house.

“THOMAS MICHAEL SHELBY, what do you think you’re doing?” thunders Aunt Polly’s voice from outside the washroom. Behind her skirts, little Ada looks at you with shocked eyes, a hand clamped to stifle her gaping mouth. John looks positively delighted, hooting with laughter.

“My God Tommy, she looks like—”

“Don’t tell me what I look like!” You cry tearfully.

“Oh my dear girl,” Polly sighs as she envelops you in a hug, “I’m taking you to the barber’s to get it fixed first thing tomorrow.”

“Aunt Polly, you really don’t have to...”

“Nonsense. Should have taken you today, with the heat so dreadful. And you, Thomas Michael Shelby, I’ll deal with you later. Go to your room and think twice before trying anything like this ever again. Poor thing.”

As you head upstairs with Polly’s arms around you, you overhear John’s voice.

“Do you even know how to cut girls’ hair?” John asks curiously while Tommy sweeps up the washroom. “Remember last year when you tried to cut Ada’s and--”

“Of course I don’t.” Tommy says unbotheredly. “Just wanted her to stop being a bloody stranger and let Polly take her to the barbers, like any of you.”

It took half a year to restore your hair to its former length, but just then, in that moment, you forgive Tommy Shelby on the spot.

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word-scribbless · 3 years

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Oh baby part 8

Wooo this one has been in the works for a while! Sorry for the delay life has been very busy! @leroyjethrogibbsgirl and I are very excited for this chapter and the next (this one had to be cut off because it was getting super long so part 9 will pick up right where this one leaves off). We also have a little extra thing in the works we’re excited about!

We’re also very excited about a new character introduced in this chapter!

Side note this chapter and the next deal with some PTSD and anxiety so if that’s a trigger just be warned.

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The 3 months after Jethro and the girls were reunited were not the easiest. Both Gibbs and his little girl were having nightmares and Y/N was trying her best to pretend she wasn’t having panic attacks every morning when Gibbs left.

While difficult, it was also a very snuggle and love filled 3 months. Their little family did anything the could together. They would snuggle every night before bed, spend days off together (like usual) but they didn’t take a single second for granted.

“Hey you” Y/N greeted.

“Morning” Gibbs smiled and kissed her while scooping Amelia up off the counter.

“Making breakfast together?” Y/N asked as she smiled at the stack of pancakes. “Pancakes on a weekday?” She questioned with a smile

“Yeah, we were up. Figured we’d spend our time making momma’s favorite.”

“Momma loves CAKES! Wiff chippies” Amelia shouted as she moved to hug her mom.

Y/N couldn’t help but smile at her little girl and her husband, but something in her gut told her the reason they’d been up was because they were woken up by their nightmares.

“Rough night?” Y/N whispered to Gibbs when Amelia was distracted.

“Mhm, easier for both of us to just get up.” He said and Y/N frowned.

“Please wake me up next time? She can nap and I only have 1 class this semester, you are our super hero you need sleep!”

“I know” he smiled “just needed some time with her.”

Y/N understood, and wished she would wake up when Gibbs had nightmares, because he’d never wake her up. However her own daily panic attacks took so much out of her, she slept like a rock.

“Just wish you’d let me be there for you too.”

“Ya need your sleep”

“I need to know that you’re okay.”

He just nodded and kissed her head. Truly none of them were okay, but Y/N and Gibbs knew that together they’d get there eventually.

It was quickly approaching Amelia’s 2nd birthday and they were all using that to distract them. It probably wasn’t the best idea but both Gibbs and Y/N knew if they focused on their little girl then they’d be alright.

PTSD however, doesn’t care that it’s a few days from your daughters birthday. The Gibbs family found that out one night when Y/N came home from dropping Amelia off so she and Jethro could get party supplies for the weekend. Y/N walked into the house and noticed a side table flipped, and a vase broken. A few boxes were off the shelves and maganizes off the coffee table. Y/N automatically reached for her phone to call Gibbs and panic set in when his phone rang on the couch.

She stalked slowly to the basement where she head sobs. She ran down the stairs to find her husband curled up on the floor crying with two crumpled up papers in his hand.

“Baby, hey” she cooed and kneeled next to him. She winced when he shrunk away and pulled his hand away from hers.

“Jethro, hey” she tried again. “It’s just me can- can I help?”

She heard him sniffle but he didn’t move.

“Okay I- I’m just going to sit right here. if and when you’re ready I’ll be here. If you want me to go just tap my hand once.” She said, trying to keep her voice even. She wasn’t new to panic attacks at all of course.

She knew that with Gibbs and his PTSD from everything in his life, this was most likely an episode. He usually hid them from her, much like she did with her panic. After this, she knew that they would have to try harder to talk about it.

She waited for him to tap her hand to ask her to leave, she knew how much being alone helps him process. Much to her surprise, when she did feel him touch her hand it wasn’t a tap, it was him sliding his fingers through hers.

“Can I hold you?” She whispered after a few minutes of holding his hand.

He nodded slightly and she wasted no pulling him into her chest.

“I-I-I” he stammered.

“Shhhh” she assured as she stroked his hair. “We can talk in a minute baby, just breath. Can I see what you have?” She asked pointing to the crumpled papers. He nodded and tried to smooth them out a bit before holding them out to her.

She gasped as she saw what they were. It was a stack of letters, half from her that she had written from the safe house a few months ago and half from Shannon, that she had written from protective custody before they were killed.

Tears came to her eyes as she realized just how much it hurt him when they had to go away.

“Aw baby” she said as she kissed his head.

“We’re here, we’re safe. I’m so sorry you had to go through this again.”

“I- I found the letters and thought about how I lost them and I almost lost you and Amelia and I- I can’t lose you.” He cried into her chest. “I just- god it hurt all over again reading these”

“I know, I know” she said, tears falling slowly.

“Has this been happening a lot?” She asked him after about 20 minutes of just holding him.

“Not this bad” he admitted.

“I um- my panic has been bad too. I have been thinking about seeing some one, think maybe you should too.”

“Y/N-“ he started to argue.

“I’m not asking you to spill your guts, just try it?”

He nodded and took a deep breath “I’ll think about it.” He said and she knew that was the most she’d get for now.

Later that night as they were wrapping Amelia’s presents Gibbs finally remembered what she had said about her own panic.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were panicking again?” He asked, wrapping his arms around her from behind.

She leaned back into him and sighed. “I just was hoping it’d go away”

He nodded, getting that more then she knew.

“You gonna get help?” He murmured.

“I actually made an appointment yesterday, thinking about going back on meds.” She had been on them back when Ryan had first died but slowly cut back.

He nodded.

“Had one when I was with meals the other day... I- I- have to be okay for her.” She said and snuggled further into his grip.

He nodded and marveled at how strong and fearless his wife was. She would do anything for their little girl and he wouldn’t even go talk to someone after breaking down. He couldn’t, he just had to keep going. He thought if he was ‘strong’ enough he’d be able to fix them all, even though he knew Y/N would tell him being ‘strong’ didn’t mean you didn’t need help. He just never knew how to ask for it.

The next day Gibbs went in to work for a few hours, Andi and Josh still had Amelia until her party that night. Y/N had her therapy appointment and had to pick up her new medicine. She had one more stop to make.

She had set up the the perfect gift for not just amelia but her whole family.

She pulled into the drive way a few hours later and smiled to see Gibbs truck already there. He had made Amelia her first “Big Girl Bed” complete with railings on the side that they could remove to sit and read to her or when she didn’t need them anymore, and was planning to put it together in her room that afternoon. She smiled at the new member of their family in the back seat.

“Alright bud, hope dad isn’t too mad at me for this” she said and smiled as her new “son” barked from the back seat.

Y/N knew Gibbs loved dogs and that even if he wouldn’t admit he needed help to any other humans, maybe he’d let a dog help him.

She had contacted a program that trains dogs for people with panic disorder and PTSD. She also knew that a puppy would work wonders for their little girl who still woke up From nightmares every few nights. As soon as she saw this particular pup she knew he was theirs.

She walked into the house with the dog following close behind her.

“Jethro” she yelled and she heard “up here” from Amelia’s room.

“Can you come down real quick?”

“In a minute”

He said and she smiled and patted the dogs head as she heard her husband’s foot steps.

“Uh Y/N” he said when he spotted she wasn’t alone.

“Hi”

“Why do you have a dog”

“Meet Sniper, your new puppy son.” Y/N said as she nodded to sniper to go and see the man.

Gibbs smirked and leaned down to pet the dog who had moved to greet his new owner.

“Hi handsome” he said taking the dog’s head in his hands and scratching his cheeks.

“You got her a dog?” He questioned looking up.

“Got us a dog.”

Gibbs smiled and shook his head.

“You’re crazy” he laughed and kissed the dog’s head.

“So you like him”

“He’s our son now...of course I like him” he laughed and she smiled wide, sitting down next to him.

“Sniper huh?” He asked with a grin.

“Thought you’d like that” y/N smiled and he kissed her head.

“He’s trained for families who have members battling panic and ptsd”

“You did this for me?” He asked and she can tell he is a little apprehensive.

“You’re not the only one I did this for Jethro. He is trained for kids who have been through trauma as well.”

“You here to help us buddy?” He asked and smiled when the dog barked happily.

“Just like how we help each other.” Y/N said.

He smiled and kissed her, “you’re crazy, and incredible.” He laughed and hugged her to him.

“Meals is gonna love you” he said to sniper. “Hope you like hugs.” He continued and laughed as Sniper almost leaned his body weight into him, waiting for a hug.

Yeah, she made the right choice, she thought as she watched her husband with sniper.

It was almost time for Andi to bring Amelia home. They had decorated the whole house, Gibbs had finished her “big girl bed” they had put a big bow on it and Sniper was laying on his own bed next to hers with a big bow on his head.

Y/N opened the door while Gibbs stayed upstairs to keep sniper in his spot.

“Hi baby! Happy party day darling!”

“Hi momma!!!! Where poppa!”

“Well, you get most of your presents from momma and poppa on your actual birthday tomorrow, but you get two surprises from us today! They are in your room with poppa, should we go see?”

“Yeahhhhh” she squealed

“Poppa I home!” She yelled and swung the door open stopping in her tracks.

“Hi baby! Happy almost birthday!”

“Rrruff” sniper barked happily and wagged his tail.

“Amelia wanna come meet sniper?”

She nodded and walked over to her dad and the dog.

“He our doggie?”

“He is baby” Gibbs laughed and she pet him.

“I has a puppy brover?”

“Yup you have a puppy brother and poppa made you something too.”

“A BIG GIRL BED!” She yelled jumping up on it.

“Puppy come on my big girl bed?”

“Sure sweets, sniper can go up.” Y/N said looked at the dog “go ahead” she said and the dog jumped up and started licking Amelia’s face.

“I LUV PIP-ER”

Gibbs laughed at how the little girl said sniper and smiled as he watched Y/N join the love fest.

“Come on gunny” Y/N said as she motioned Gibbs to join them. He shook his head and plopped down on the bed sandwiching sniper and Amelia between him and Y/N. Feeling all the more lucky for the ladies and now gentleman in his life.

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