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hotch-stufff · 3 years

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Surprise, Surprise

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x F!reader

Warnings!: there are no warnings, im not telling you a single thing. It's a surprise. Just read and find out ;)

Also, as much as I love him, Jack does not exist in this story, wasn't really sure how to write him in.

Author's Note: I'm so sorry that I haven't written in a while, I have had no inspiration and my bf dumped me so... ya'know that was nice. Anyways, finally getting some inspo, hopefully I will be writing more. Hope you guys enjoy this one :) Also, the mood board is mine, but the images are all from pintrest.

Word count: 1.4 k words

This is an emotional roller coaster

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You couldn't breathe.

You couldn't move, or speak.

Your knees gave out as you fell to the floor, sobs racking your body.

You felt arms wrap around you, but it didn't help. You were suffocating. He was your air, and he had just been ripped from your lungs.

He was gone, dead.

Your husband.

The love of your life.

Aaron Hotchner was dead

* * *

You don't remember anything after the doctor uttered those words. You don't remember Rossi picking you up and holding you. You don't remember the sad glances, the tears shed by your teammates. You don't remember the car ride to your now empty shared apartment. You don't remember lying down and sobbing into the pillow for hours.

No, you only remember the pain. The unbearable pain of loss.

He was gone. Really gone.

You cried and cried for hours on end. Until you had no tears left to shed.

Then you just lied there, staring at the wall, gripping his favorite shirt in your arms, remembering every little moment with him.

And it hurt like hell just thinking of everything you did with him. The day you met. Your first kiss, your first date. The day he proposed. Your wedding. Every little thing.

And you wouldn't be able to do anything else. You wouldn't have kids with him. You guys had just talked about having a baby just the other day. He wanted one so bad.

You shouldn't have waited.

Because now, now he was gone.

* * *

The next few days were a blur. You found yourself with home-cooked meals overflowing your fridge. A team member at your house every night. But it was all a blur.

All meaningless without Aaron.

The funeral was coming up. You didn't make any arrangements, you asked Rossi if he could handle it and he quickly agreed.

He had taken care of finding the casket, picking a place, and finding a burial site. Everything.

The only thing you had asked for was a closed casket.

You couldn't handle looking at him.

* * *

On the day of the funeral, the girls all came over to help you get ready.

"Alright y/n, do you have a dress?" Penny asked as she walked out of kitchen.

"In the closet." You croaked. Your voice being hoarse from the crying and lack of speaking for the past two weeks.

"Okay I'll grab that, and shoes. Jj is going to make you breakfast and Em is going to do your hair okay?" You gave her a sad smile and a small okay.

Penny quickly walked back your hallway as Em began pulling your hair back in a low ponytail. You felt the tears begin slipping down your face once again.

Jj saw as she walked back in the room with a bagel and coffee.

"Oh sweetheart." And the dam broke. They comforted you the best they could. But they couldn't even imagine what you were going through, because he was gone.

* * *

The funeral was a blur. It seemed like everything was these days.

It was a beautiful service. You don't remember much. Lots of hugs and 'sorry for your loss's.

It had gone quickly, and soon you found yourself in Rossi's living room. Everyone but the team had left, you sat alone. The rest were in the kitchen cleaning up.

You didn't move from your spot, sipping your wine.

Everyone walked in, and found spots around you.

It was silent. Not a single word was spoken.

"I'm taking a leave of absence." You spoke.

6 pairs of eyes shot to you, but they couldn't say they were surprised.

"It's just too much. I'm not ready to come back." Your voice was quiet. Rossi was the first to say anything.

"Take all the time you need."

* * *

And you did. You spent about 3 months in that apartment, alone and sad and heartbroken.

But you realized that Aaron would never want you to live like this. And you really needed to be able to pay the bills.

So after those 3 months, you gave Rossi a call. He had become until chief since you had left, and he instantly accepted you back to the team.

You were slowly getting better.

Each passing case a distraction.

Each one fixing you just a bit more.

Each one giving your life a purpose, a meaning again.

And you felt better. You stopped crying yourself to sleep. You stopped sitting in silence for hours on end. You stopped crying every time you thought about him.

But you still visited him every week. You still thought about him everyday. You still wore your wedding rings, refusing to take them off.

But you were better.

* * *

A few more months went by and you started going out with the team again. You spent more time with them. Almost every weekend. And you were somewhat okay.

And it wasn't until about 8 months after his death did your world come to another crashing halt.

You had been called in to the BAU, not entirely sure why, but you came in none the less.

You figured it was a case, but Jj hadn't specified on the phone, which was strange.

You had walked up to the conference room, and were surprised to see the whole team sitting there ready to go.

"Hey guys, do we have a case?" You asked, but Jj sent you a sad look causing you to grow worried.

"Y/n, you should sit down for this." You had no idea what was going on. What on earth was happening. "Peter Raymond recently resurfaced, and was taken into custody this morning about an hour ago. He resisted arrest and pulled a gun on an officer. He was shot and killed." Your heart hammered in your chest. He was gone. The bastard who killed your husband was gone. Rossi stood walking towards Jj.

A pit grew in your stomach, there was more, something you didn't know.

"8 months ago I made a decision that greatly affected this team. Aaron Hotchner received substantial injuries from the wounds he endured, but his surgery was a success and he was airlifted to an unknown location. His identity was changed in order to keep him safe. But he is alive."

You couldn't believe your ears. He was alive. Alive?

Your eyes shot to the door and there he stood.

Aaron Hotchner.

You couldn't breathe.

You couldn't move or speak.

He was alive, you should be ecstatic.

But you only felt anger.

Your eyes shot to Rossi.

"How dare you." You whispered out, surprising the team. You weren't an angry person, you never yelled at your teammates. But you, you were seething. "How could you do that. You knew he was alive and yet you let me suffer. You watched as I cried day and night. You watched as I let myself go, as I lost myself." You shook your head in anger.

Aaron stepped forward reaching out for you, but you shook your head.

"Dont touch me. Don't fucking touch me." You felt the tears fall down your face. Again. "You left me. You're dead. You're gone. Y-you left." You were shaking and crying and once again Aaron reached out for you, but this time you let him.

He brought you into a crushing hug, holding you like you had begged to be held for months.

He was here, really here. You could smell and feel and see him. He was really here.

"Y-you bastard. You left me." You whispered desperately as you cried into his shirt.

The team was quick to disperse. They too were mad at Rossi, and they wanted to reunite with Hotch. But they left you be, at least for now.

Aaron pulled back slightly, looking down at you.

"Sweetheart I'm so sorry. I wish I didn't have to. But he would have killed you and then he would have killed me." He had tears running down his face as well now. But you were so angry at him.

You pushed him away.

"I could have gone with you Aaron. You could have gone into witsec. You didn't need to fake your fucking death Aaron!" You yelled at him. you couldn't even believe you were eating this conversation.

"Y/n please, I'm so sorry." You were mad yeah, but you were so overwhelmingly relieved that it overpowered your anger. "I missed you sweetheart." He whispered out and you broke just a little bit more.

"You bastard. Y-you stupid man." You pulled him back to you and slammed your lips together. "You stupid, stupid man." You gasped out between kisses.

"I know, I'm so sorry. I love you." He stated after you pulled away.

"I-I love you too." You were sobbing at this point.. "Don't ever do that to me again." He nodded, leaning in to kiss you again.

And you kissed your husband.

Because he wasn't gone.

He was right here.

And god did it feel amazing to have him back

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dramaqueeenamby · 3 years

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Waves: The Dinner

A/N: Not a single soul asked for this, but I couldn’t shake the idea, so here we are. Let me know if you like Waves content where the twins are older or naw.

Words: 3.5K

Warnings: None

TAGS: @babe-im-bi @notacamelthatsmywife @missyperle @queenoftheworldisdead @tashawar @valkryienymph @letsshamelessqueen-m @liquorlaughslove @lettytheletdown @hello-therree @missdforever @mani-lifes @toni9 @koko-michelle

Waves

“You ask him.”

“Me?”

“No. Doggy. Yes, you, dummy.”

Elysha ignored the insult and settled for her initial follow-up question. “Why me?”

“Because he likes you better.”

“Bullshit,” she scoffed, reaching to steal one of Emmett’s pretzels. She scowled, however, when he snatched it from her and swallowed it whole. “Creep.”

“Lee, you know the rules.” The twins neglected to hide their surprise when Christopher sauntered into the kitchen, a faux stern expression on his face. “No bullying each other when the other person can hear it.”

While Elysha smirked, Emmett rolled his eyes and muttered, “told you.”

Christopher chuckled and walked to the fridge, leaning over to pull out the pack of meat he’d pulled from the freezer the night before. “So, I take it you don’t want us to go to the dealership this weekend, eh?”

As Emmett’s eyes lit up with excitement, Elysha groaned and crossed her arms. “Papa, that’s not fair. Why is it he gets a new car and I don’t?”

“Because your brother held up his end of the bargain, while you, my beautiful little girl, did not,” Christopher reminded, handing the meat to Emmett who placed it on the counter and waited for his dad to reach him the rest of the ingredients. He checked the time on his Apple watch and mentally cursed. Damn, it was already time for dinner.

Elysha was seconds away from pouting and stomping. “Papa, I saved up money, too.”

“Yes, you did,” Christopher agreed, closing the fridge with a bottle of beer in one hand. “And you spent it all on a pair of boots.”

“But they were Gucci!”

“Good luck driving Gucci to school next week.”

“Shut up, Emmett!”

“What did I just say about bullying?” Christopher lectured as he instructed Emmett to hand him the stainless steel skillet. “Not when the other person can hear it.” A beat. “And you’ll be driving your sister to school, mate, so don’t be too smug.”

Elysha rolled her eyes and caught the way Emmett nodded his head in their father’s direction, eyes widening to convey the unspoken but urgent message.

Do it now!

Clearing her throat, she sauntered over to the counter where her father was starting to prep, hopping up, and earning a sideway glance.

“You’re lucky your mom’s not here,” he murmured, failing to tell her to get down. “Alright, what is it and how much is it gonna cost me?”

She shrugged casually. “Nothing.”

“Nothing?” Christopher wasn’t even trying to hide his disbelief. “Elysha, do I need to call our lawyer?”

“Papa,” she interjected with the sweetest smile that she could muster. “Emmett and I were wondering, if, well-” She took a deep breath while playing with her fingers. “We want to invite two people over for dinner.”

Christopher looked over at the meat. “How much do you think they’ll eat?”

“Not tonight,” Emmett interjected. “Maybe this Friday?” He took a deep breath, scratching the back of his neck. “And it’s not just any two people, dad. It’s….the two people we’re talking to.”

Deep down, Christopher knew what his kids were trying to tell, err, ask him. However, if he wasn’t anything else, he was stubborn and could play the hell out of the obtuse role. “Jesus, all the people you have in my house for parties and you mean to tell me you two only talk to two of them?”

“No, papa, he means talking to, as if, ya know, dating.” A beat. “And mama said this is her house, you’re just a renter.”

“What? When did she say--never mind.” He could come back to that. One problem at a time. “So, why invite them over for dinner? Why not just throw another party you think your mother and me won’t find out about?”

Emmett ignored the sly remark about the parties. His dad was right. “Because we actually want you guys to meet them.”

Christopher carried the bowl over to the sink, turning on the faucet. “Is that so?” He saw the kids nod out the corner of his eye and asked, “have you asked your mother about this?”

“Not yet,” Elysha answered. “We figured we’d ask you first since you actually do all the cooking.”

“And because we were also hoping you could ask her for us.

“See, push long enough, and the truth always comes out from you two.” As the twins exchanged nonverbal communication, Christopher pondered their question. In the long line of expensive and wild things his kids had requested over the years, this was relatively tame, and it would cost nothing. Nothing monetary, at least. “Fine. Friday at 5. I’ll talk to your mother.”

“Seriously?” Elysha didn’t want to give him time to rethink his answer. Hopping off the counter, she gave him a tight side hug. “Thank you, papa. Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled dismissively, seconds before Elysha buzzed out of the kitchen to call Jason and tell him that they were on.

“Thank you, dad.” Emmett kept it brief, squeezing his dad’s shoulders while sliding his phone out his pocket to see if Madi could Facetime when Christopher called out.

“Where are you going, mate? It’s your night to help me fix dinner.”

“But--”

“Unless you want to switch shifts with your sister, so you clean and she helps.”

He could have put up a fight, but considering Christopher had already agreed to both the dinner and talking to Summer for them, Emmett realized he had to pick his battles.

“What do you need me to do?”

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“What are they even doing dating in the first place? They should be focused on school.”

“Babe, they’re straight A Honor Roll students.”

“Well, then, their sports.”

Summer sighed, securing the silk scarf around her edges. “Both are captains.”

“Work with me here, Elsa.”

She looked at him through her vanity mirror, eyebrow raised. “You want my help?” Standing up, she sauntered over to her husband, placing her arms around his waist. “Let it go, Kristoff.”

“Summer, our children are in the middle of a teenlife crisis. This is no time for games.”

She rolled her eyes and pushed him away, going to remove the decorative pillows from their bed. “Most parents would kill to have their kids let them know who they’re dating--”

“They’re not dating them. They’re talking.”

“--Our kids are inviting them over just so they can meet us, and you’re upset?” Hearing it aloud made her laugh. “Baby, people are dying. Find something else to grow gray hairs over.”

Christopher paused, watching her peel back her side of the blankets and climb in. “That’s low, swimming pool. Even for you.” A beat. “Maybe they’re being blackmailed.”

Summer sighed as he finally joined her in bed. She moved her body across the mattress, pressing herself into his side as he wrapped his arms around her. “You need a hobby.”

“How can I enjoy life when my children are suffering?”

“Oh my god.” Summer sat up in the bed and forced him on his back, climbing on top of him, hands restricting his wrist. “Christopher, the kids are alright. You, however, I am starting to worry about.” Any trace of humor depleted as she frowned while caressing his cheek, fingers playing with the hair of his beard. Scruffy Christopher was always her favorite. “Our babies are growing up, babe. We can’t stop it, no matter how much we may want to. We just have to be there for them, be supportive of them, so long as they’re not hurting themselves or anybody.” She moved her index finger to his mouth to silence him. “You will be fine, sir.”

He sighed, gently moving her hands up and down her sides. “How can you be so calm about this?”

“Oh, I’m imploding on the inside,” she admitted casually, lowering herself so her lips grazed his. “But, I’m also an EGOT winner, baby.” She moved her mouth to his ear, giving a slight tug with her teeth. “I can fake anything.”

Summer yelped when he switched so that his body was over his. “Not anything.”

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“This is a bad idea. A terrible idea.”

Emmett looked over at Madi who was currently looking into her compact mirror, applying another unnecessary layer of mascara. She caught him looking and motioned to the road. “Focus.”

Emmett rolled his eyes and reached over, placing a hand on her lap. “Would you relax? They’re going to love you.”

“That’s easy for you to say. They’re your parents.” She leaned her head against the car window, mindful of her bun. It wasn’t easy fighting box braids in a bun, and she surely did not have time to do a redo. “You don’t get it. Your parents are….you freaking mom is….she’s my idol. She’s every little black girl’s idol, and now I’m just supposed to walk up to her, extend my hand, and say, ‘Hi, Mrs. Hemsworth. I worship you. Also, I’m dating your son.”

Emmett shrugged. “Sounds good to me.” Madi reached over and shrugged him when Emmett grabbed her hand and brought it to her mouth. “I promise it’s going to be fine.”

She sighed, leaning back and looking at him while she gently asked. “How do you do that?”

He chuckled. “Do what?”

“Make me feel better so easily.”

Emmett smiled and winked. “I got my daddy’s charm.”

Madi smirked and lowered the armrest. “You also have his car.”

Emmett sucked his teeth. “I’m getting mine soon.” She laughed. “I’m serious.”

“I’m sure you are, baby. I’m sure you are.”

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“Are you insane, Elysha?”

She sighed, switching out her textbooks. “I don’t see what the big deal is.”

Jason’s eyes nearly doubled in size as he stared down at her. “Your dad is going to kill me. That’s the big deal.” Elysha laughed, checking the time on her watch. Being late for class was a pet peeve of hers. There was no excuse. “Oh, I’m glad you find my upcoming murder funny. Why don’t you just livestream it, too?”

“You are completely overreacting,” she sighed, shutting her locker and keeping her hand flat on the locker. “My dad isn’t like that. He’s super chill.”

“Chill?” He repeated her term while accepting the books she handed him so that she could adjust her uniform top. “I’m sorry, but have you seen your dad? He’s freaking huge.”

Sighing, she relieved him from the books after being satisfied with her tie. “Okay, and?”

As she began to walk, Jason kept the same pace with her, lowering his voice so that the other students couldn’t overhear. “Wait, are your uncles going to be there too? Fuck. I’m so screwed.”

While she understood his concern, she couldn’t help but find the whole thing humorous. Everyone seemed to believe her dad’s size meant he was a holy terror when it was the complete opposite. “Jason, my uncles are even more chill than my dad. Trust me.”

“On your mom’s side too?”

She laughed. “Oh no, they’re all crazy.” Elysha placed her arm around his waist when he moved his around her. “No, I promise my parents are going to love you, and that includes my dad.”

“I’m the first guy you’ve ever introduced to them, huh?” Her silence didn’t help. “Even better.”

She stopped walking, forcing him to do the same. Naturally, people walked around them, no one wanting to interrupt one of the “it” couples on campus. “Look, Jason, if you don’t want to do this, then you don’t have to. I just-I just wanted you to meet my parents, because I want them to know about you.”

“Stop,” he interrupted, shaking his head and cupping her cheeks. “I’m sorry, I just, I really like you, and I just-I want to make the best first impression that I can.” He dropped his hands, taking hers in his. “I want them to know how crazy I am about their daughter.”

She smiled, looking down to hide her bashfulness, only for him to bring his finger under her chin. He matched her smile. “What time do you want me to be there?”

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“They’re here!”

Summer and Christopher shared a look, his sigh of exasperation forcing her to walk over to him, placing her hands on his chest. “Be nice.”

“I’m letting them in my house, aren’t I?” Summer slapped his arm, forcing him to relent. “Fine. I’ll be fair. For now.”

“There will be no embarrassing stories or threats of violence issued, do I make myself clear?” Summer wagged her finger and turned away, purposely switching her hips, hiding her smirk when her husband slapped her ass and whistled.

“Mama! Papa!”

“Coming,” Summer called out, speeding up her pace as she made her way out the study and down the hall, allowing a kind smile to grace her face as she was met with her children and their friends.

Elysha was the first to speak, clearing her throat. “Mama, this is--”

“Jason,” she guessed, withholding her laugh when Elysha seemed surprised, while Summer pointed to the tall young man with striking green eyes and dark brown hair that grazed past his ears. Strangely enough, he reminded her of Christopher in some of the family albums she’d been shown during one of the many family dinners with her in-laws.

“I told you I have eyes in the back of my head.” Jason gave a nervous laugh that prompted her to take it easy on him. He seemed terrified.

Finally, he spoke, giving a weak clearing of his throat.. “Yes ma’am. It’s so nice to finally meet you.” Elysha cleared her throat, reminding him about the flowers in his hands. “I’m sorry. These are for you.”

“Thank you.” Her smile widened as she sniffed them. “Gardenias. One of my favorites.”

He seemed relieved by that information, prompting her to turn to the young wide eyed girl who also looked as though she was close to passing out.

Emmett took advantage of the opportunity to introduce Madi. Summer smirked when she saw he had his hand on the small of the young lady’s back. “And mama, this is-”

“Madi.” Again, Summer was correct and almost offended by the surprise on their faces. “Do ya’ll not believe me when I tell you that I know everything?” She didn’t wait for an answer. “It’s so nice to meet you as well--”

“--Madi.”

“--I love you.”

They spoke at the same time. Summer laughed and placed her hand on Madi’s shoulder who was clearly mortified by her unintentional confession.

“I mean--I don’t--I mean, I do, but….” Madi shut her eyes and quietly murmured, “I’ll just shut up now.”

Summer shook her head, never once dropping her friendly smile.

“You both need to relax. I promise you have nothing to be nervous about.” She nodded in the direction of the dining room. “Come on.” Summer guided the four to the room, stepping aside to allow them to enter while she turned around to direct them to their seats when Christopher finally decided to make his presence known.

“Sorry about that.” He rubbed his hands on the towel in his hands before tossing it over his shoulder. He approached Madi first. “Madison?”

She was clearly awestruck, eventually shaking her head to accept her handshake. “Please, call me Madi, Mr. Hemsworth. It’s so nice to meet you.”

He waved her off and smiled. “Chris is fine.” That smile dimmed when his eyes landed on Jason. “Hello.”

Elysha grabbed his hand, giving a light squeeze. “Papa, this is Jason.”

“Nice to meet you, Jason,” Christopher forced, squeezing Jason’s hand tighter than necessary but just enough to get his message across. “You play any sports, mate?”

“No. I mean, yes--basketball.” He swallowed deeply, remembering something else. “I also surf as well, Chris.”

“Mr. Hemsworth will be fine,” he corrected.

Summer rolled her eyes and shoved him. “Pay him no mind. Ya’ll sit down and make yourselves comfortable.”

“I’m sure you already have, though.” Christopher joked, earning a glare from Summer. “Come on, babe. No one throws a party like the twins.” A beat. “Speaking of, I’d say we could give you a tour, but I’m sure you both already know your way around.”

“Ignore him,” Summer interjected, shooting him a glare. “He’s still upset that you kids are able to throw a party better than we ever could when we were your age.”

That seemed to alleviate more of Jason’s nerves. “You used to party, Mrs. Hemsworth?”

“Boy,” she laughed. “If you don’t call me Summer.” Elysha smiled up at him, giving him a slight squeeze of his hand. “And what do you mean used to?”

Madi was also fully invested in the conversation, her fangirling almost impossible to contain. “You really are even nicer in person.”

“Don’t be fooled. It’s all an act.” Christopher interjected, walking over to pull the chair out for her. He noticed how Jason did the same for Elysha, and of course, Emmett with Madi.

“Ignore him. He’s actually hired help.”

Summer and Christopher shared a look as he rolled his eyes while murmuring. “Cute.” Sitting in his own seat, he jumped into the questions. “So, kids, tell us about yourselves.”

Madi and Jason shared a look when he told her to go first. Again, something else Christopher noticed.

“Well, I’m a junior, an only child, and my dad is in the Navy--”

“So, your family is stationed here?” Summer surmised.

“Yes ma’am.” Christopher and Summer exchanged a look, but unlike the previous ones, this was not a warning from wife to husband. This one was of silent concern. Madi wasn’t an Australian native. She would eventually return to the states. Both mother and father quietly wondered if that was something Emmett was taking into consideration.

After briefly discussing the shared commonalities of having active duty family members, Christopher turned the question back to Jason. “And what about you, young man?”

Summer contained her sigh at the way his eyes widened before he tentatively spoke. “Well, sir--”

“Chris is fine.”

Both Summer and Elysha looked over at that last statement, Summer with a smirk and Elysha with a small smile. Chris looked at his daughter and shot her a wink.

Jason, to Summer’s happiness, seemed thrilled by the stripping of the formal address.

“I, well, my family is originally from Melbourne--”

“Melbourne native, eh?”

“Yes, sir. My, uh, dad got a job up here when I was eight, and we’ve been here ever since.”

“Any siblings?”

Jason chuckled. “Believe it or not, two. I’m the middle child.”

“Nothing wrong with that.” Christopher shrugged. “I’d say we’re the best.”

“Elysha and Madi.” Summer stood up and nodded to the kitchen. “Help me prepare the toss salad.”

“Yes ma’am.” Elysha also stood up and shot a reassuring look to Jason while Emmett gave one to Madi as well. As soon as the ladies were in the kitchen and the swinging doors shut, Summer released a sigh of relief. “Finally, that was too much testosterone.”

Madi laughed. “You and Mr--Chris are really nice, Summer.”

Elysha nodded and playfully bumped Madi with her hip. “Told you they were chill. Even my dad is being surprisingly nice to Jason.”

“Ladies, trust me, if Chris didn’t really like either of you, he would let you know. He’s just giving Jason a hard time because Elysha is his little girl. He’s always going to be protective.” She reached the bowl to Madi while speaking. “Just how I’m protective of my little boy.” Madi’s smile dimmed. “So you can imagine how proud I am to see his amazing taste in women.” She winked and laughed when Madi placed her hand over her chest.

She straightened up and spoke truthfully. “I really do like Emmett, Summer. He’s….he’s amazing.”

“He’s a jerk.”

“Shut it, Elysha,” Summer warned with a small head shake. “You know, Madi, you should join Lee and me on one of our spa days.”

Her jaw dropped. “A-are you serious?” She looked at Elysha who seemed just as thrilled by the idea of a spa day with her mom and good friend.

“Of course, and Emmett told me you’re in theater with Lee, so if you ever need any advice or have any questions, I’m always available.”

“I’m going to pass out.”

Summer laughed and gave Madi a side hug. “Welcome to the family, Ms. Madi.”

Just as Elysha and Madi shared excited squeals, Emmett stuck his head in the door.

“Mama, ya’ll almost done?”

“Boy, don’t rush us.”

He lifted his hands in surrender. “Sorry, mama, it’s just that Uncle Liam is here--”

“What?” She interrupted, hand on her hip. “What the hell is he doing here?”

“I don’t know, but dad just asked Jason how he feels about weekly, random drug tests.”

“Christopher!”

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skycollides · 3 years

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Shot

Creeper x Reader

Authors note: I apologize in advance for grammar mistakes

English isn’t my native language.

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Warning: mentions of shooting, swearing

Words: 1.278

’’Don’t freak out but Creeper was shot’’

’’Are you fucking serious right now Angel? You tell me my boyfriend was shot and not to freak out in one sentence! Are you out of your mind?! How is he?’’

’’It’s actually not that bad to be honest the doctor is stitching him up right now. He told us to call you but I had to. You’re my cousin, I love you and I promised you to give you a call when something like this happens.’’

’’Thank you. You and Ez okay?’’ you ask anxious.

’’We’re fine princesa. As soon as the doc is finished Ez and I will bring him over.’’

’’Okay. See you later, love you!’’

’’Love you too.’’ with that you drop your phone next to you on the sofa and take a deep breath. Knowing that the boys will most likely be hungry when they come over you decide to cook for them. You head to the kitchen and check your supply cabinet and fridge coming to the conclusion Chili con Carne is the best solution.

Once the food is finished you hear a car pull up immediately knowing it’s them. You turn the stove off and leave the kitchen. The front door opens and the three of them walk in. Ez is carrying Nerons stuff while Angel is supporting Neron guiding him straight to your bedroom. Ez is the first one to speak.

’’Hey sweetheart.’’ he say and gives you a hug

’’ Doc gave him some heavy stuff. He needs to rest now but he will be okay’’ he says while handing his stuff to you and some painkillers. Angel joins the two of you in the living room.

’’He fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.’’ Angel says.

’’Thanks. I’m just glad you are okay. I don’t know what I would do if something happened to you’’ you say tearing up. This is your biggest fear ever since Angel became a Mayan. Loosing your family. Ez becoming Mayan and having a boyfriend who’s also one is only increasing your fear.

Before you were able so say something else the two Reyes men pulled you in their arms. You stand there in their embrace for at least 2 minutes before pulling away.

’’I love you boys’’ you say and smile at them.

’’We love you too, always’’ Ez says.and Angel nods in agreement.

’’I cooked for you guys in case you’re hungry’’

’’Sweetheart I really appreciate it-’’ you cut Ez off.

’’But you’re not staying. It’s okay the runs are rough I understand. Let me at least fix you some food to take with you.’’ you head into the kitchen and get 2 containers filling the up with your famous Chili. Once you’re done you take the containers and leave the kitchen. Back in the living room you hand them the containers.

’’There you go boys.’’

’’Thanks you’re the best Y/N’’ Angel says and kisses your forehead.

’’If you need something let me Ez or Pops know okay princesa?’’ you nod and he leaves.

’’Thanks Y/n’’ Ez says and smiles. ’’You heard Angel it doesn’t matter what time it is - even if it’s in the middle of the night we’re only one call away okay?’’

’’Thanks Ez’’ you say and kiss his cheek. He kisses the top of your head before leaving your house. You take a bottle of water for Neron and head to the bedroom. Opening the door slowly you see him passed out in your bed. You walk towards the bed and set the bottle down on the night stand before laying down carefully not trying to wake him up. But apparently you failed because he opened his eyes.

’’Hey baby’’ he says sleepily.

’’Hey Neron. How are you feeling baby?’’

’’Like I’ve been shot.’’ he jokes.

’’If you weren’t hurt I’d hit you right now. This isn’t funny. I was fucking scared when Angel called. Which reminds me: Why the fuck did you tell the not to call me?’’

’’I didn’t want you to worry baby. I know how much you worry when we leave for a run. I didn’t mean to upset you. I promise you incase something happens again that I will make sure you know.’’

’’Thank you. It’s okay I’m just glad you’re going to be okay.’’ say say and press your lips onto his giving him a short kiss. ’’I love you Neron’’

’’I love you too Y/n.’’ he says with a goofy smile before closing his eyes.

’’Get some more sleep babe you need it to recover’’ you say softly and caress his cheek.

’’Only if you’re going to stay with me baby.’’ he protests. ’’I’m here. I’ll always be.’’ you say before closing your eyes and drifting off.

2 hours later

When you wake up Neron is not laying next to.

’’Seriously can that man just do for once in his life as he’s told. I that so much to ask for’’ you say to yourself while getting out of bed and leaving your shared bedroom looking for your man. You find him in the kitchen standing there heating up the chili you cooked earlier today.

’’Neron what the heel do you think you’re doing?’’ he turns around smiling at you.

’’Hey baby well I got hungry so I got up and found your chili. Thank by the way you know how much I love your chili. Do me a favor and get two plates my love.’’ he says and you’re stunned not believing what he just said.

’’You were just shot! You could have died and now you’re walking around here like nothing happened. The doctor told you to take it slow and rest - in bed I might add. That is everything but slow Neron.’’ you say and shale your head.

’’I know. I know I scarred the living shit out of you but the meds are working pretty well. I don’t have any pain right now and I wanted to use the time to eat because I know how much you hate it when when I eat in our bed. Don’t be mad at me.’’ he says softly walking over to you kissing you softly.

’’Be happy I love yo so much Vargas. You sit down and I’ll prepare the plates- end of the discussion.’’ you say firm and he nods before leaving the kitchen.

You follow him shortly after with two plates and 2 spoons putting it down on the coffee table.

The both of you eat in silence. After you are finished Creeper speaks up.

’’I know I’m only here a couple of hours and I’m already being a pain in the ass. I’m sorry for that. Thank you baby for taking care of me. It means so much to me. I love you.’’

’’Yes you are but I wouldn’t want to have it any other way! I love you too Neron so so much. You don’t have to thank me. You’re my man I got your back. I will always take care of you.’’ you say to him giving him a smile before taking his hand into yours kissing his knuckles.

’’Now that were done eating you will go and lay down again no but no discussions.’’ and he nods while getting up.

’’You will join me right babe?’’ he asks.

’’As soon as Im done in the kitchen I’ll be there.’’

After the kitchen is cleaned up you head to the bedroom seeing Neron already asleep in your bed. You smile go to the bathroom getting ready for bed before joining him.

’’Night baby. I love you.’’ you whisper before falling asleep.

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@mayans-sauce

@justatiredfool

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@queenbeered

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#mayans mc #mayans imagine #neron creeper vargas

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chokingonpaper · 3 years

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Hello!! Could i get a matchup please? No need to if your too tired/busy! Sorry its pretty long ^^;

I’m Silas or Sullivan, i’m a bisexual male(he/they) who’s around 5’1”-5’2” 😔 I have short dark brown wavyish hair, brown eyes and slightly pale skin. Im pretty skinny and have elegant hands :)

Personality wise,, im an ambivert, I dont usually have a big problem talking to people but I will be shy at first. Despite being hella anxious in public im a risk taker and pretty careless, oh you dont have enough seats in your car? Thats fine i’ll go without a seatbelt drive away!~ lmao all jokes aside my love language is acts of services mainly but also kinda words of affirmation? I LOVE physical affection, give me the bare minimum and i’ll go bonkers kfjdkfjdkd. I’m a Sagittarius, I laugh at just about anything, stupid or not so uh- yeah :,) Uhh to sum it up I think im a pretty fun person and up to do just about anything.

I wear a lot of fancy-ish clothing? White button up shirt tucked into black jeans with the ever so ‘famous’ black combat boots… that I wear everywhere. Honestly I my style is a mix between dark academia and alt. I have black earrings and sharp long nails just because i thought why not,,, so now im stuck with it KDJSJDSN

I heavily enjoy camping, drawing, gaming, nature, horror and music! Drawing, gaming and music is a big part of my life since I grew up with it. Although I dont mind many things I hate loud noises, self centered people and talking about grades,, cue the mommy issues 😃 um- aside from that theres not much i dislike, I do love to cook! Im your personal chef now lol OH KDJDDN I LOVE soft things, soft+warm=top tier

I’m a big procrastinator but once i get settled to do something i’ll get so much done. Although it is a bit weird i kinda enjoy cleaning and will clean the whole house no questions asked. On the downside I have a short temper, im usually calm but I can have bursts of anger if things arent going the best hence the short temper,,, Im working on fixing it-

I dont mind children, i do quite like them as long as their pretty well behaved but im more of an animal person. I absolutely love crows/owls and dogs/cats. Uhh thats all :) sorry its so much!!!

I match you with: 📷Brian/Hoodie!📷

- Prepare to be picked up and carried everywhere, he’s extremely affectionate and he loves picking people up

- 👏hand holding👏

- He‘ll attempt to present the logical side of a decision or action to make sure you don’t get yourself hurt. He’s quite protective, so he tends to hover around you a bit

- Compliments and words of affirmation are constantly being said in this relationship

- This man is basically a huge teddy bear, you will be wrapped in a hug most of the time

- Your clothing styles are complete opposites, but if you’re ever in need of an oversized tee shirt, he’s got plenty

- He enjoys cooking as well and is more than happy to help you out in the kitchen

- You like soft and warm things? Perfect! He has a small collection of fluffy blankets and he’s naturally very warm himself, he’s practically made for cuddling!

- He’s a very calm person and doesn’t mind your short temper much. He’s patient and he’ll listen to what you have to say before trying to ease your anger

#creepypasta #creepypasta hoodie #creepypasta matchup #creepypasta matchups #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta hcs #creepypasta headcanons

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anotherhamiltonblog · 4 years

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Start Again.

Collin Hoskins x Reader

Request: “You're supposed to be yelling at me! And... and hitting me! Why aren't you doing that?! “ Thank you @rottendaisies !!!

Warnings: Cursing

Word Count: 1.275

an: computer is acting up so i couldn’t do a photo collage for this. im sorry! but i hope you enjoy this!

Weeks, that’s how long both Y/N and Collin have been at each other’s neck. Any little thing she would tell him off, the same with Collin.

“Take out? AGAIN?” he asked in disgust looking at the food on the table while Y/N was studying at the other end of the table.

“Yes, again! Did you forget that you haven’t gone food shopping?” she didn’t even bother lifting her head to reply. “The list is literally on the fridge and the money in the ‘Food Jar’ so… have fun with pizza.” She added as she lifted the glasses further up her nose.

“Why the fuck do I gotta go? Why can’t you fucking go food shopping? I work!”

Lifting her head up, shocked, Y/N turned her body slightly to look at Collin. “Excuse me Mr. I only work from 8 till 5.” She said sarcastically. “I go to fucking school at night and work all day! Remember that?” getting up and packing up her books, she couldn’t even look at Collin.

He didn’t reply, so Y/N didn’t bother in giving him any satisfaction. Once her things were put away, she went to their bedroom and made sure to slam the door closed.

“What? Not gonna fucking eat again?!” Collin yelled, close to punching the wall. Only no actually punching it cause then he would have to fix the damage.

“Shove it up your ass, Mr. Hard Worker!”

That was three weeks ago, things had only gone downwards after that. Y/N didn’t know what was wrong with him. From going to prison, she stuck by his side and visiting him when she could. Sticking with Collin the whole year of his probation. Not even caring when he got a job where his ex-girlfriend worked. Yet, a few months after the year was up and he was allowed to do more things and go out until past 11. Things were going all wrong for them.

It was up until they had gone to a party with Miles and Ashley, Sean being with a babysitter and the four of them were having fun. Y/N pretending like Collin and her hadn’t been yelling at each other just before coming out.

With fake smiles and laughs, Y/N didn’t bother drinking all that much. Sticking to mostly soda and water.

“Hey girl… you alright?” Ashley asked her when the guys went to get more drinks.

“Yeah, just not feeling too good…” Y/N sighed. “Honestly? I think Collin and I might break up. We can’t seem to stand the other anymore.” She told her friend, trying not to cry.

“What’s going on?” Collin asked as he returned to the table with Miles.

Excusing herself to go to the bathroom, Y/N rushed to the women’s room and splashed water on her face.

Once out, Y/N looked around for Collin. Wanting to tell him she was gonna head home. Yet as she walked around looking for him. Y/N stopped when seeing him standing close to Val. All smiles and laughs with her. It was like something broke in her.

Taking a step back, bumping into someone, Y/N apologized before rushing out of the bar. Ashley and Miles having been coming over to her when they saw what she did.

Miles’ POV:

“Collin! What the fuck?” the man yelled to the man he looked to as a brother.

Collin, who stepped back quickly from Val and looked at his two friends. “What? We were just talking?” he shrugged and couldn’t face Miles’ angry glare.

“Oh? Just talking? That’s why your hand was on her ass and the two of you had been grinding against each other?” Miles stepped closer to Collin, getting in his face. “Y/N saw you two. Now from what I gathered from you and what Y/N told Ashley… you’ve been a shit boyfriend. And that girl? She’s like my sister.” He said in a low voice. “Get your head out your ass! Why would you want someone like Val who up and left when things got tough instead of being with a girl who stuck by your side?”

Turning around and grabbing Ashley’s hand. The two left together.

Arriving home, they got nervous when the babysitters car wasn’t anywhere around. Rushing inside the house, the two sighed when they noticed Y/N laying with Sean in bed and the two sleeping.

Y/N’s POV:

Staying with Miles and Ashley for all of Sunday, she returned home that night and entered a quiet, eerie house and shrugged it off. But once she stepped into the living room, Y/N saw Collin laying on the couch watching tv.

“Where the fuck have you been?” he asked, tossing the control to the side and Y/N rolled her eyes.

Ignoring him, she moved past him to head upstairs.

“Y/N!” he yelled out and she froze.

“Excuse me? But who in the holy FUCK do you think you fucking are Collin fucking Hoskins?” she raised her eyebrows. “You come home every fucking NIGHT and you find something to fight with me about. The food, the way I clean and wash your fucking clothes.” Laughing now, trying to stop any tears from forming, Y/N tilted her head. “But then I fucking remembered. I AM NOT YOUR MAID YOU PIECE OF SHIT!”

Collin stood there, looking shocked as Y/N yelled at him.

“But then… then I see you last night with that whore, Val.” Y/N looked back at Collin, who looked uncomfortable. The man not knowing why but now she was even scarier.

“Tell me, are you fucking her? Or are you pushing me to the point of leaving your ass and finding a better man to treat me, right?”

“Girl shut the fuck up!” Collin seemed to snap out of it. “I ain’t fucking her! But I might as well be. Not like I’m getting any here!” he stepped closer to Y/N the two almost touching chest to chest now. “At least she cooked and did shit right!” he hissed.

“Well then, the two of you deserve each other. The ex-felon, ex-convict… with the whore!”

Flinching when Collin raised his hand to her, Y/N took a step back quickly. Not that his hand ever came down. Collin was too busy taking deep breaths and staring at his hand in horror. Horror that he would ever raise his hand to Y/N.

As if she was back with her ex, Y/N whimpered slightly “You're supposed to be yelling at me! And... and hitting me! Why aren't you doing that?!" she asked in the smallest voice Collin ever heard from her.

Gasping when arms wrapped around her body Y/N calmed down and melted into his embrace.

“I’m sorry babygirl…” he whispered. “I… I lost the fucking job at the movers.” He admitted. “The owner found out about me and… kicked my ass to the road. Val has been helping me find something new. I didn’t want you to worry… last night I was just helping her make her ex jealous. Guy was like your ex… nothing else. I don’t care about her. I’ve been stressed.”

Eyes shut tightly; Y/N took deep breaths. “Why didn’t you just fucking tell me?” she asked, though there was no more anger in her voice. “We live together Collin! We’re in a relationship. If somethings going on, I need to know!” she sniffled and wiped at her cheeks to dry them.

Being picked up by Collin, Y/N giggled softly and held onto him. The two ended up in bed that night, talking about where and what he could do for a job. The two held each tightly as they fell asleep together for the first time in weeks.

#daveed diggs #daveed x reader #daveed #daveed diggs x reader #daveed diggs x ofc #daveed diggs x yn #collin hoskins x reader #Collins hoskins x reader #collin hoskins #miles turner #blindspotting #blindspotting au

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barnesandrogersfanfics · 4 years

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Rose Coloured Glasses - Part 3

A/N - Thank you all for reading so far! This is more of a filler chapter just to move it along. More to come soon! Please like and share if your enjoying it 💕

When i came home with Frank yesterday i didn't expect him to stick around, but here i was waking up in a tangled naked mess with him...my body aching in the most amazing ways.

I stopped my alarm from going off so i didn't wake him and slipped out of bed to have a shower before Andy arrived to pick me up for work.

"Where are you going?" i heard Frank mumble as i pulled on clean underwear, i turned to look at him with a huge smile, the man truly was beautiful.

"I gotta go to work"

"Call in sick, stay in bed with me all day"

"As tempting as that offer is.... i cant, Andy is picking me up in 10 minutes"

"Oh.... i could have taken you"

"I didn't know you'd still be here" i said honestly.

"I can go if its a problem...."

"Its not, i'm glad you stayed" i smiled leaning over to kiss him, his hands gripped my hips and pulled me into his lap so i was straddling his waist.

"Frank! I dont have time for this..." i moaned feeling his hard length pressing against me as he kissed my neck.

"We can be quick...."

"Im gonna be late....." i laughed using all my will power to crawl off his lap, i was just at the end of the bed when he dived at me and we fell to the floor laughing.

"Call your boss and tell him you don't need a ride, i'll take you"

"I can't his probably already outside" i reached down and quickly kissed him again before getting up and rushing to my wardrobe, i pulled on a black polkadot dress and some black pumps before quickly tying my hair up.

When i came back into the bedroom Frank was still laying on my bedroom floor only wearing his tight black boxers that didnt hide anything.

"Well damn.... you make it so hard to leave"

"Im staying right here til you get back"

"I'll be back at 5:30" i knelt down and kissed him "you can stay if you like?"

I got up grabbing my purse and a jacket before making my escape. If i didn't leave now i'd be calling in sick!

As i thought, Andy was already parked outside waiting for me in his black Audi.....Im not sure how long he had been there but the engine wasn't running.

"Morning" i greeted him with a smile which he returned.

"Morning"

"Sorry to keep you waiting"

"its fine i was a little early anyway"

"Thanks again for coming to pick me up, i get my car back later today"

"They sorted that quick" he said as he started the car and began the drive to the office.

"Yeah something to do with a cracked cylinder head or something? I have no clue" i chuckled "i'm completely hopeless when it comes to cars"

"Me too!" He admitted smiling over at me. The rest of the journey was spent with idle chit chat just to fill the silence.

Frank: Ur music selection sucks BTW!

Frank texted me around 11am, i couldn't help but laugh quietly to myself.

Y/N: don't listen to it then lol 🤣

Frank: But im bored!

Y/N: Find something to watch on Netflix, its all signed in.

Frank: Just come home, you'll keep me busy 😜

Y/N: ....

My desk phone rang i looked at the display to see it was Andy calling.

"Hello" i answered on the second ring.

"Hey, could you come to my office real quick please?"

"Sure, i'm on my way" i got up grabbing my notebook and a pen incase he needed me to take some notes down.

"Come on in" he smiled as i reached his office door.

"What can i do for you?"

"I have to head up to Vermont, an old friend of mine called in a favour"

"Okay, what do you need?"

"I need you to come with me" he said looking at me with an apologetic grimace on his face.

"What?.... why?"

"Honestly? im gonna be swamped, i need you to be there to help keep my diary updated, grab me coffee and lunch.... i know it sounds boring as hell but i'll pay you double. I usually take Susan on these kinda things but as you know she's home sick with the flu"

Susan was the older woman who had been Andy's PA for years before i started working here, she was about to retire and i was her replacement.

"When?"

"Tomorrow, should be for a day, two at the most. I'll book a hotel and cover expenses"

"Sure, if you need me to...."

"It would be a huge help"

"Okay" i nodded but couldnt help but think it was strange that he wanted me to go with him.

"Thank you Y/N, i owe you! I'll pick you up at 7am i like to get on the road early"

"Sure, not a problem" i smiled and went back to my desk, missing the smug smile that quickly crossed Andy's face.

I left work a little early so i could go collect my car that was now fixed and headed home. I was surprised to walk in to the smell of cooking!

"Whats all this?" I asked Frank raising my eyebrows in question when i walked into the kitchen to find him at the stove wearing my apron.

"Oh hey! Your home!" He smiled turning to me and kissing me quickly "how was work?"

"Strange...... seems to be the theme of today"

"Sorry, is this weird? I just.... i was bored so i thought id cook you dinner" Frank said scratching his jaw looking a little nervous.

"Its not weird" i chuckled "more unexpected"

"Well see, its completely selfish on my part really...." he said sliding me a glass of white wine.

"How so?"

"Because i plan to keep you busy for the rest of the night soooo, its only fair i feed you first" he grinned making me roll my eyes at him.

"Okay Romeo" i shook my head laughing at him, he really was something! "How long til its ready?"

"10 minutes tops?"

"Great, i've just gotta go throw an overnight bag together real quick then i'm all yours" i pressed a quick kiss to Franks lips and headed to my bedroom.

As i packed a few change of clothes and toiletries i couldnt help but think about how easy it was having Frank here....Id only known him a day for christ sake!

"Y/N, foods ready" he called as i zipped up the bag.

"Okay i'll be right there".

Dinner was spaghetti and meatballs and it was honestly the best id had, it was his grandma's recipe apparently.

"So how come your packing an overnight bag?" Frank asked halfway through dinner.

"Oh, i've gotta go to Vermont with Andy for a day or two. He asked me to go with him this afternoon" i shrugged

"Isn't that a little odd?"

"I don't know, he said Susan used to go with him"

"Who's Susan?"

"His PA i'm replacing"

"The old chick?"

"Yeah"

"But he didn't have a thing for Susan"

"Frank don't start that again...."

"I bet his wife doesn't know his asked his sexy as hell PA to accompany him on his little business trip" he shook his head.

"You jealous?" I smirked trying to make a joke of it before it got to serious.

"What if i am?"

"I thought this was just fun?" I motioned between the two of us.

"So did i..... but i cant stop thinking about you...."

"You have no reason to be jealous, Andy is my boss nothing more. I like this with us, whatever it is...."

"So i can see you again when you get back from Vermont?"

"I think that can be arranged".

Everything taglist: @jesseswartzwelder @dumblani @barnesandrogersworld @patzammit

Rose Coloured Glasses taglist: @readermia @princess-evans-addict @jennmurawski13

#sebastian stan #chris evans #andy barber x reader #EB!Frank x reader #frank x reader #rose coloured glasses #endings beginnings #defending jacob #reader insert #bucky x reader #steve x reader

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stevethehairington · 3 years

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WIP tag game

thank you my dear @aahaanaa for tagging me! 💕

rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it!

hahahaha okay so uhhh i have WAY TOO MANY wips for this not to turn into an incredibly long, incredibly drawn out post, so i think i’ll choose some of my favorites from my wip folders from each fandom, but not list all bc uhhh yeah we’d be here forever. seriously fdgkldf.

SKAM: - Camp Rock AU - Dog Poop AU (which was basically even’s dog takes a shit on isak’s lawn and even leaves i only so he can go get something to clean it up with but isak thinks hes just leaving it period and so they argue over it dflgd) - Gummy Bear AU (which was a lowkey crack fic inspired by That One sugarless gummy bear review about the dude and inviting his date over) - Black Mirror: Playtest AU - Angsty Divorce Fic (ksggfdg i actually think this one was finished but i never posted it bc Reasons dfkgldf) - plus 19 other docs in the folder Simon vs./Love Simon: - Ask Jaques (was going to be an anonymous love advice columnist au, omg it would’ve been so good) - Tilt-A-Hurl - Kiss The Boy fic (smth based on Kieynan Lonsdale’s song) - Bookstore AU - Sleepy Subway - plus 5 other docs in the folder Marvel: - Fake BBQ Master Husband (aka the fic of my DREAMS, oh my god i had the BEST plan for this one, im still so sad i haven’t written it, i LOVE this idea more than life gglkdgh if anyone were to ask me about it i would definitely gush all about it) - Post Apocalyptic AU - cop!steve, framed!fugitive!bucky (ohh man this is another one i had this whole elaborate plot for, it would’ve been so good) - Rom-Com AU (ughhh another one that would’ve been AMAZING, i’m so upset i never finished this one either klgdfg) - HTGAWM AU - plus 58 other docs in the folder rlkgjhlkgjfgkdfg Good Omens: - Woo The Bookkeeper (aka the fic that was going to be my GOBB fic before i had to drop out rip) - Hogwarts Married Professors AU - Pirate AU (oh my GOD i had SO MANY good plans for this one) - Set It Up AU (the concept would’ve worked SO WELL w GO omg) - Hair Washing AU - plus 12 other docs in the folder

IT: - Airport Swipe (aka based on the tumblr post about someone waiting for their flight swiping through tinder and the person they just left swiped is Right There and questions them lol) - Lowkey Ratatouille AU (which basically had nothing to do with a cooking rat and was just based on the linguini/colette relationship lmao) - Swim Team AU - winter break cabin snowstorm bed sharing!! - Fake Relationship Office Christmas Party AU - plus 21 other docs in the folder

Shameless: - baby driver au of sorts - monopoly murders families - bloody and raw, but i swear it is sweet - alternate first kiss - mickey’s hawaiian shirt - plus 17 other docs in the folder

The Old Guard: - this is his body, this is his love (which i just need to finally finish and then i can post it gkjfdgdf) - after the war - bath fic - soft mornings - the way they love - that one time booker wins the bet - no other wips in the folder atm but many many bouncing around my head in the spaec where the braincells should be

Trust FX: - angsty frank ocean thoughts - body worship. - dinner at gabriele’s - pale violet red - color prompt - sunflower field car trunk hm - 1 am word vomit - Paper Airplanes (i thought i’d just list all of them out even though it’s more than 5, but those are all i have in there so!)

Suburra: - two babies, one teddy bear, and the much needed push - fic inspired by “you said you’d grow old with me” by michael schulte - The Dance Floor - really fucking depressing extended ending - post s3 fix it

and this all doesn’t even include whatever i’ve got going on in my notes app on my phone lmaooo.

WOW! as you can see I have a whole shit ton of ideas, sure would be nice if i could actually write them all instead of staring at my ever growing collection of wips and doing absolutely nothing with them!

@ me: your wips folders are not a musum!! you CAN touch the art, contrary to popular belief!! gkjfdgd N E WAYS, i’m going to tag: @wandering-scholar-lad @peachykoya @raynertodd @cluelessheroes @likedestiny @scimitar-and-longsword @thewolvesrunwild @pinesboi @1derspark

#tag game #my wips #holy shit i have SO MANY #god i wish i could plug my brain in and upload my thoughts directly for them all!!! would be much easier than having to actually write them!#i look forward to seeing what everyone else's wips look like lol #also if anyone is curious about any of these please hit me up lol i love talking about my wips even more than i do collecting wips #and if it isnt clear by this i love collecting wips dkghfdlg

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therukurals · 3 years

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Tagged by the very cool @dingyuxi (thanks fam!)

and tagging some mutuals off the top off my head no pressure! @melonatures, @deokmis @gimme-a-chocolate @forursmiles @digimoo @junghaesin @rain-hat @mockingjaypin @roarofalannister @seongwu

1. What is the color of your hairbrush? I have a couple, but one is red/black, one is blue, and the other white/gray

2. Name a food you never eat. Okra, my mom promised me I’d grow out of my distaste but im 26 and its still no

3. Are you typically too warm or too cold? too cold I am a tropics baby i thrive in heat (i know i live in the midwest)

4. What were you doing 45 minutes ago? trying to unclog our pipes with a bladder and some amateur plumbing

5. What’s your favorite candy bar? uhhh, anything chocolate but the kinder bueno ones

6. Have you ever been to a professional sports game? A couple, mainly basketball and went to one american football game because bb bro was too young to go by himself and i just sat and read a book

7. What is the last thing you said out loud? My roommate and I are dealing with a plumbing issue and trying to fix it and I have a call soon so I said let’s pause and come back to it later.

8. What is your favourite ice cream? Green tea followed closely by coffee.

9. What was the last thing you had to drink? Water

10. Do you like your wallet? Yeah, i like its. its long and solid

11. What is the last thing you ate? a chocolate chip cookie

12. Did you buy any new clothes last weekend? lol no

13. What’s the last sporting event you watched? uhhhh idk, not an actual match but i think some mbappe highlights?

14. What is your favorite flavor of popcorn? ooooo classic butter or kettle.

15. Who is the last person you sent a text message to? uh it was a group chat with my colleagues

16. Ever been camping? Yeah, when I was young. It wasnt straight camping it was at a site and it was with my girl scout troop lmao

17. Do you take vitamins? not regularly, sometimes some vitamin c if im feeling a little throat something coming up or iron before i donate blood

18. Do you regularly attend a place of worship? Not in a religious way? and when you do community organizing/work you are in a lot of churches and they always pray at the neighborhood association meetings.

19. Do you have a tan? lmaooooo. i am blessedly melenated and usually get a nice tan but its winter and lockdown so ive lost some of that :_;

20. Do you prefer chinese or pizza? lmao im with sam on this question, i dont like this question cause its a false equivalency and definitely chinese because the options??? and chinese food is so good???

21. Do you drink your soda through a straw? uhhh....not really? usually in a glass or in a bottle.

22. What color socks do you usually wear? girl whatever socks i get, they range from black to white to pink to gray they dont match 90% of the time

23. Do you ever drive above the speed limit? wouldnt you like to know

24. What terrifies you? on a philosophical level seeing my loved ones hurt and failure. more physically? frogs freak me out, people in easter bunny costumes, clowns, and medieval plague doctors, actually the concept of existing in medieval Europe terrifies me

25. Look to your left, what do you see? im on our large conference table and it has a bunch of stuff but immediately to my life is my phone, some pens, my bullet journal and my copy of “collective courage”

26. What chore do you hate most? Washing dishes!!!! And compost

27. What do you think of when you hear an Australian accent? idk??? steve irwin?

28. What’s your favorite soda? Root beer and vanilla coke

29. Do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive thru? Drive thrus, because im probably already out and around doing errands.

30. What’s your favorite number? 13

31. Who’s the last person you talked to? My roommate, again about this plumbing issue.

32. Favorite meat? I really dont have a preference tbh, depends how they are prepared

33. Last song you listened to? Do it on the tip by Megan thee Stallion ft the City Girls

34. Last book you read? In the middle of a reread for “Collective Courage: A History of African American Cooperative Economic Thought and Practice.” by Jessica Gordon Nembhard and just starting “Caste: The Origins of Our Discontents “ by Isabel Wilkerson.

35. Favorite day of the week? Saturday

36. Can you say the alphabet backwards? maybe if i tried really hard but im not going to try

37. How do you like your coffee? With a little bit of creamer and sugar, like a decent brown color. I like the flavor of coffee so i dont want it too diluted.

38. Favorite pair of shoes? uh, dont really have one but something i can slip in and out of lmao

39. Time you normally get up? around 8/8:30am but in my heart id like to wake up at 10 or 11 ;_;

40. What do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? Sunsets!!! also sunrises involve me getting up early and im not doing that hell no

41. How many blankets on your bed? Two since its winter, a comforter and a thick wool one.

42. Describe your kitchen plates super basic white round plates.

43. Describe your kitchen at the moment messy, we havent been able to wash our dishes because of the plumbing issue so hopefully that can be fixed today

44. Do you have a favorite alcoholic drink? mmmmm, idk? i have grown to like a good whiskey, usually a bulleit bourbon or this one bourbon w get from a local distillery. really any dark liquors, i will not do beer that shits dissssssgusting

45. Do you play cards? not regularly and i have tried to learn how to play eucher and spades and each time ppl explain it to me i forget it the next day and i just dont have that kind of brain capacity.

46. What color is your car? uh.....so i live in a commune basically lmao and we share vehicles so i personally dont own one but the couple i share with some other folks is Black and gold

47. Can you change a tire? Yeah, one unique thing about my parents were they were very fair around gendered roles(especially for south asians), so my mom was strict with my brother around learning how to cook/clean and my dad taught me how to work on cars/maintenance work around the house. so i can change tires/oil/do other car work

48. Your favorite state or province? i really like the pacific northwest and miss it.

49. Favorite job you’ve had? being an instructor for a course on globalization in college! also idk if i can classify what i do now as a “job” because its....unique but that too

#tagged in #long post #and anyone if we talk or are mutuals

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pbandjesse · 4 years

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Today was a very nice day. But I am very sleepy. I should have like taken a nap or something when I got home but I did not and I sort of regret that. But maybe I will just fall asleep really easy tonight.

I had a nice day though. I woke up at 715 and felt alright. Tired but fine. My hair looked much better today. I put in some curly defining cream last night and I just have the most precious curl in my hair now. It is also finally the last day of that medication. And my skin seems to be doing really well. We can only hope it holds that way now.

I got dressed and felt pretty good. James was making himself pancakes in the kitchen. I sat with him in there for a few minutes. I had some extra time before I needed to leave. But soon enough I headed out.

I brought the laptop with me so I could work on the class for the Basic Health and Safety certificate. I also brought some sewing stuff with me. I had plenty to occupy myself with.

I got to the school a little early. Forgot to clock in for a few minutes but whatever. The kids were excited to see me. They are good kids. I am glad I get to hang out with them again tomorrow, and a little sad that I probably wont be back after that. But honestly well see. Still no kids at the site Im assigned too. Ah well. Going to enjoy it while it lasts.

The morning was quiet. I worked on the class. Had trouble actually getting into the blackboard site, because blackboard is a hell site, but eventually it worked and I got to work.

It basically took all day. It was very interesting though and I had a good time learning things. A lot of it was just, refreshers and stuff that you would know if you have ever worked with kids, but still good.

I took some breaks to sew. I finished up three frogs. But by then the kids were on lunch and I had 4 kids wanting to sew. I forgot my felt bag on my studio desk, so we used some fabric from the art supplies there. And it was honestly just really fun. One kid made a fish, one a stingray, and then two frogs. Mixed success in like. Craftmanship. But I would fix them up when there were little holes. It was a good time.

I had a nice day though. Just in general. I felt happy. The main teacher there let me know that Elizabeth from camp would be calling to ask if I needed First Aid certification. Which I did! Because it expires this month. So thats excellent. But the teacher was mad about it. She was like. Offended that they asked? Which was baffling to me. But whatever. Elizabeth called and I am going to the "in person" next Wednesday. I am glad they put that together for us.

The afternoon finished up and I was glad to go home. I hadnt brought enough snacks and was very hungry. And my hips were bothering me again. The chairs there suck. But the day was over and I headed out into the world.

I got home a little before 330. Google took me a weird way home. Its almost like its been on random mode because its taken me a different way to and from the school every day so far. But I got home and James had made me a grilled cheese and I was happy.

I spent the next hour or so finishing the class. Took the final test. Got a good grade and saved the PDF of my certificate. James was cleaning and then decided to make pumpkin tortellini. With alfrado sauce. I was a little worried I wouldnt like it but it was very nice when it was done.

While he was cooking I worked on our island more. Collecting mushrooms. He started our thanksgiving set up and so I was working on laying things out on the very long line of tables he had made. Its going to look really nice I think.

I made two more sales on instagram. One was someone who already had purchased one frog. So I gave her a discount. Just to be nice. And so after dinner me and James got those ready to go to the post office. Thankfully the ones he had left down on the mail table did get picked up so that is a load off my mind.

Now me and James are just laying around in the dungeon. I am going to go clean up and get ready to go to sleep. I work all day tomorrow. Which I have already forgotten once. But Jess is coming tomorrow! I am excited to spend a few days with her. She got a car so now she can safely travel around. I hope it works out for her.

I hope you all have a good night. Take care of yourselves and eachother. Sleep well.

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wakandascrystal · 5 years

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Erik x Black Reader

Summary: Erik finds an old picture of you and an Ex. He recognises him and tells you about the man that saved his life in Afghanistan .

A/N - Warning⚠, I’m going to make this as emotional as i can. please ignore any errors

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“Are you on your way here?“ You mother asked over the phone.

“Yes, we are. We might take a pit stop and buy something, do you want anything from the shop?“ You asked polity.

“Yes, get me some milk and cookies. The ones I like. The ones they dip in chocolate.“

“Okay, Ma. No problem. We’ll be there in 20 minutes okay?“ “Yeah yeah. Is my beautiful son in law coming or are you coming with Jade“

“Ma you are on speaker!!“ You were tempted to just hang up but you knew she would kill you. Erik was of no help. He just grinned foolishly.

“Yes. The son in law is driving.“ You slurred

“Hello, Mrs Johnson.“ Erik’s deep voice filled the car

“Erik? What did I tell you about calling me, Mrs Johnson? Call me Mom.“ the was a pause

“Alright, Mrs Johnson.“

“I’m nothing going to tell you twice now. Come on Im your mama.“ Your mom pushed.

You could see Eri wasn’t ready to do that. He had nothing against your mother. He actually liked her but Erik was still working on the emotions he had with his own mother. Even though he lost her along time again the issue was still sensitive and sore.

“Okay, Mrs Johnson we are about to enter the highway so we will see you. Bye“ You hung up and sat back in the leather seat.

“I’m sorry about that?“

“Nah it’s cool.“

You didn’t believe him.

“I’m sure she didn’t mean to make you uncom- ”

“I said let’s drop it Y/N“ His voice was stern and hostile. You saw how his hands tightened on the wheel, the muscles under his skin expanding with the pressure. He was tense. You feared that your mother might have triggered him. You quickly put on some music to calm him down. You put on your favourite lo-fi playlist. You knew it would calm him down and it did.

Driving 130km/hr you rest your hand on his thigh. You wanted him to slow down, doing this was much better than telling him to slow down. Gently moving your fingers on his inner thigh he slowed down.

It was raining and Erik had no business speeding on the highway.

He was driving to your moms. He had agreed to help your mom clear out your old room and the attic. She lived in the countryside, the other side of the state but with Erik’s mustang and driving skills, he could get you there in no time.

“I’m sorry for snapping at you.“ He took your hand and kissed it.

“Don’t be, I understand.“

You pulled your hand from his placing it on his thigh again. This was the best part. When you were comfortable enough to talk and be okay with him. It took a long time to understand him, the way he showed himself and the parts he didnt want to show. It took some time to understand that Erik was more than just some nigga from Oakland. He was different.He loved differently and you were ready to be with him no matter what.

“It’s a good thing you didn’t take out your braids yesterday.“ You didn’t hear him until he nudged your shoulder.

“Yes?“ You pulled out of your train of thought.

“What are you thinking about there.“

“Nothing. I’m just sleepy.“

“You should have slept earlier. 11 o'clock is too late.“

“I had work Erik…but if somebody didn’t wake me up for some action in the middle of my sweet slumber then I would have had my eight hours.“ you folded your arms across your chest.

He was smiling again.

“What did I tell you about sleeping naked.“

“Erik I always sleep naked cause cloths tighten and roll up on me when I move ….they make me feel uncomfortable. “

“Okay ..but you could have stopped me at any time though…“

“…Fuck you right“ You laughed a bit as he pulled into a petrol station thinking about last night’s events.

You offered to go buy all the things you need for the weekend but he didn’t want you getting wet. So you told him what yall needed and he left. After a couple of hours, you were very close to your Mother’s house and Erik pulled into her driveway.

“My favourite people!“ She closed the space between her and Erik with a welcoming hug. His head fit in her collarbone. She really liked him.

Disappearing into your old room, you left them behind in the kitchen.

Your room looked the same. Nothing was changed or moved. The double bed with all your TLC, Destiny’s Child, Aaliyah, Ashanti and most importantly the Tupuk poster were still up.

You could tell your mom still came in and cleaned once in a while. There is no way your white bedding would still look so fresh and clean after 2 years and no dust. Yes, she did. You looked under your bed to find a box. It was filled with your all memories. Old letters and bracelets. Erik hugged you from behind as you looked at through the objects. You kissed him and sat on the bed.

“Look at this stuff. She still kept it.“ Erik started to look through with you.

“Your mom said we will start cleaning up tomorrow cause your tired and its late .“ You agreed while you read your high school report cards.

“I Was getting B’s and C’s like it was nobody’s business.“ you smile

Erik was interested in all the objects in the box. He wanted to know you better and when an opportunity showed itself he would grab it with both hands.

“You used to play…what the hell is this.”

You looked over him to the picture of you holding a bat.

“Oh, first-team badminton… it’s like Tennies..a bit .”

You let out a high pitch scream.

“Damn Y/N what the hell.”

“I’m sorry but look. I remember buying this lucky packet thing and finding this ring in it. Then I saw a shooting star and wished a handsome, intelligent nigga would marry me.”

“Did it work.” “Yes, it did.” You gave him a kiss on the cheek and went back pulling things from the box. A few minutes went by and you notice how Erik went quite. He was holding the stack of photographs that didn’t make into your photo album.

“What’s got my baby’s attention.”

He carried on staring at the old photographs, you lean up against him again to see what picture had his attention. It was an old picture of your ex-boyfriend giving you a kiss on the cheek. You rolled your eyes.

“Oh come one E. You know your girl was fire back then. I …was bringing all the boys in the yard.” He stayed very serious, focusing on the picture of your Ex planting a kiss on your cheek.

“What was his name?” He asked

“Don’t tell me you’re jealous…You married me ..You won nigga" You giggled

“‘I know….but I think I know him.” Your eyebrows shot up

“`From where?… His name is Flex..”

“Shit.”

“What…what’s wrong?”

“Was his surname O’Brien..”

“Yeah, I think so…It’s been so long though. After graduating I don’t know where he even ended up.“

He didn’t move, just staring at the picture.

“You alright?“ He worried you. His whole aura had changed.

“I know him…He served with me.“ The sorrow and pain in his voice made you pay full attention to him.

If he did know Flex he must have done something terrible for him to be so emotional all of a sudden. But flex was not like that. You remembered him to be soft and kind. Sure he likes to cause tribble but none that could hurt anyone.

You placed the diary you held and sat next to him. taking his hand.

“You want to talk about it.“

“Nah. It’s late you should get some sleep.“

“You sure? I would much rather hear you vent.“ He smiled

“Let’s get ready for bed.“ He left you to grab your luggage from the car. By the time he got back from the car, Your dad had arrived. He loved Erik.

‘The son I never had’ he always says. You found them in the kitchen talking about the upcoming game. He seemed much happier then he did before. He could cheer up anyone, to be honest.

“So you came to help your mother with moving?“

“Yes, Sir. Me and Y/N can handle it don’t worry yourself.“

“What do you mean me, Erik? I only came for emotional support“ You played along with your husband.

“Nah we are going to put all them pilates and squats into good use tomorrow. Remember to leave with your back.“ Both your father and husband laughed holding onto each other.

“Daddy!!“ they both looked at you. It made you smile that Erik would respond to that even if your real father was present. You fixed your face and pouted to get him on your side.

“Dad. Erik is bullying me.“

Adorable Erik though

“I’m sorry sunshine. I was lucky that Erik was free to help. You know since my back kicked in I can’t do anything.“

“-except eat my pies and cooking” Your mom came into the kitchen holding a basket of laundry.

“You got that right.” shocking her head and called you over.

“Y/N why don’t you make the table. I’ll be back to dish up the food for dinner.”

You agreed and did as told, after dinner. You all got ready for bed. For the first time, you didn’t get weird looks from your mom and dad when it was time for sleeping arrangements. Before the wedding, Erik was just some nigga trying to take advantage of their only baby but after the wedding, Erik was the beautiful, nigga angel who was sent to protect their only child from the world. It was strange, and the funny part was Erik didn’t change he was the same chilled guy. But your parents didn’t want you sharing a bed with him. The Christian side of them just couldn’t let that happen. You wondered if they ever figured out that you would just pull him from that uncomfortable, couch around midnight to sleep with you in your bed and end up fucking. It would be weird if they did.

“Before you get up and leave. I would just like to say something..don’t be shy. Do what needs to be done” You knew exactly where this was going.

“Mom please.” You begged

“I need to say this Y/N…Erik I would like to have some grandchildren.”

Erik spat out his wine. It was too funny. It seems like he had not gotten used to how open your mom was. You helped clean him up and left before she said more embarrassing things.

You started getting ready for bed. Brushing your teeth in your silky pj’s. Erik was already in bed. He looked beautiful. He only had his bottoms on, hair all the way back in 3 cornrows. He could see that you were checking him out. Even though he was scrolling through his emails.

“You want to take a picture, Love?“ You giggled. His favourite sound in the world.

“I already have a ton of them, but the real deal looks much better.“ You climber in bed with just his bed lamp on.

“You don’t say. Are you not cold?“

“No. You?“

“No?“ He gave you a kiss and laid down on his back so did you. He turned the lap off and in the silence, you asked.

“Do you think we should fuck so we can have kids ?“ Your voice was little

“What the hell“ Erik let out a laugh, his whole body shook.

“You being pressured by your mom baby?“

“No. I’m in no rush..like at all but we’ve never really spoken about it, Erik.“

“I want to have kids with you, but when the time is right. We still working on us right now. 3 years of marriage that is not a long time. I’m planning on being with you for the longest, like your mom and pops. 57 years.“

“I want to be with you for longer than that.“ You sounded corny and cheesy saying that. Erik smiled thinking you were. But you were his cheesy and corny girlfriend.

“Period…But I do want kids…I want to show them Wakanda and shit. I would love that. “ He said it confidently leaving no room for you to doubt him. ”Plus we live in a great area. They got a good school. You know his ass is practically going to live in that outreach centre. “

“What makes you think it’s going to be a boy?“ you smacked his chest.

“…what ..it could be a girl…or better twins.“

You gasped. “Like Beyonce,” you whisper dramatically.

You laid on your side so you can see his profile. The small light that comes from the parted curtains helped you see that his eyes were closed. You left for the bath. In the dead of night is when you insecurities seemed to be the most active.

They questioned why Erik liked you, why he married you and if you were worthy to even carry his children. They told you that there were much better girls out there. Who were more attractive. Who could make him much happier than you could ever? At night, when everyone was asleep. The mirror was your worst enemy but somehow the Wakanden gem on your ring fingers reassure you that you were right where you belong.

“Are you asleep?“ you whispered to Erik when you came back from the bathroom. He didn’t answer but he pulled you close to his body. Your head laid on his chest and your arm on his stomach.

after a few minutes of silence, he spoke.

“I was drafted with Felix.“

You didn’t say anything still trying to process the fact that your high school ex-boyfriend somehow knew Erik.

“You still listening..?“ You nodded your head against his chest still in shock.

“We didn’t train together but he was put into the team that left….long story short…i served with your Ex In Afghanistan.’‘ He gave a silent laugh. You felt his body shake.

“What are the odds.“ He said

“-It was crazy. I came in there. Young kid, trying to prove to everyone that am the shit. I had no idea what the fuck I was doing. He was…how do I put it…he lost his shit every time a gun went off. I guess he was there to prove he was the shit too.“

Yep, that’s definitely him. You remembered him to be funny and witty and non-violent. You wondered what made him join the military.

“His bed was next to mine. He Latino so he was super chilled and super talkative. Won’t lie he annoyed me at first but we ending up being …kinda close.“

“Omg, this that is so adorable….. I should invite him over and have like a reunion some time. I’m sure I can find him on facebook or something..“

His head shot down at you with an unreadable expression. You thought you might have offended him, maybe he thought the idea was stupid.

“Chill E. We don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.“

“You don’t know don’t you?“ His voice was hollow and soft.

“Know what?“

“On one of the last days….we were coming back in 3 days. We had to patrol around the wrecked city. We had done this many times. The locals just went about their way…but that day Felix just ….he told me like 10 times he wasn’t feeling it…He knew something was off the second we left the base. And he was right. In the middle of the city, we were ambushed. ..Young kid from Oakland…I thought I was going to die. “ He gave a weak smile

“The base got word of what was happening and they sent help. We lost so many good soldiers but Felix and I made it out, as we ran out……all I’m thinking is I can’t wait to go home….but from a distance window Felix sees a sniper and jumpers in front of me when he heard the shoot….I’ve heard stories of what a Lapua Magnum bullet can do to a human body…seeing it in real life was something else..I didn’t have time to hold him ..close his eyes. He saved my life. But bet… after a few seconds I got the shoot. There was no way I wouldn’t avenge his death….right here. “

He raised his right arm and pointed to one scare on his arm… That scar was for the shoot. Erik had told you what the scars were for and it clicked. You felt heartbroken and angry for so many reasons but you couldn’t tell Erik immediately because he was still speaking. In all honesty, your brain stopped taking in information when you figured out Felix died. Your eyes water and a throbbing pain soaked up your heart. He was a good guy. He didn’t deserve that. You thought about his mother and his sister. They must have lost it when they found out. But that could have been your morning a death if Felix didn’t do anything..if he didn’t jump in Erik’s way. Maybe with how the universe works and timelines, you would never even have met Erik; that was a dark thought you just didn’t want to dwell on for too long.

Erik saw your face. The light passes him and lands on your downcasted face. You looked distressed but he doesn’t regret telling you this. Your eyes are glossy with tears that are about to fall. You stop trying to fight the boiling emotions in your chest. They are hot and they sting and they want out. You push yourself into Erik and let out a cry. On his chest, your head laid visibly shaking.

He had never seen you cry like this in the past. 6 years of knowing you and not once. It wasn’t like the crying or sobbing you did when you watched romantic anime or kdramas or when he surprises you(cause you’re easy to please). This cry was deep and dark. It reminded him of pain and devastation. He wrapped his arms around you so your parents would hear. He hated your reaction. It also showed him how empathic of a person you were.

“Can we go…” Your voice rough and small. “- Can we go see his grave?”

Erik’s face pulled up in confusion and you saw.

“Erik! He was my friend. I know …it sounds like we were was just dating and fucking…He was my actual friends and I’m so angry and hurt…I thought he was in Austria with his father. That’s what he always told me..that when he graduated he would move there…”

You wiped your tears that had wet half your face.

“-…i ..I also want to thank him…He also saved you..” You laced your fingers with his. Yours were tiny against his. “I want to thank him for that.”

Erik didn’t push. He simply agreed. He wanted to make you happy. So anything you wanted was a comrade.

You stayed in that position, his hand over your waist and your head just by his chest, He heard your body try to recover. The rain had picked up, hitting and creating a calming noise. you fell asleep in his arms grateful and depressed.

You thought about how hard destiny has been fighting to make sure Erik ended up with you. You thought about all the fights, his past, your past, the shit that went down in Wakanda, the girls and boy the nasty ass girl that wanted him. He was meant to be there. you were meant to be there. And the thought of that and the low humming of the rain sent you to sleep.

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yandere-society · 5 years

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can i request y/n, having escaped either yandere hoseok or jungkook years later, living her new life with her new bf/husband (one of the members heh), when hoseok/jungkook barges in- while her new man is home.

This Side of Paradise

Admin/Writer; Chinkbihh

Trigger Warnings; blood, murder, slight gore, mention of brainwashing, if children in yandere makes you uncomfortable pls don’t read, also trash writing so that’s fun

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“Determination becomes obsession and then it becomes all that matters.”

Hoseok always considered himself to be a clean person.

Or, at the very least, someone who partook in acts that would require the least amount of pick up.

But in this case...a mess somewhat came with the territory.

Still, Hoseok supposed he could’ve done the deed a bit more elegantly than what he had. He had no one to blame but himself for this mess.

Blood was splattered everywhere, painting the once pirstine and white tiled kitchen as a crimson mayhem. The owner of said blood laid face down on the floor, lifeless with a knife sticking out the neck that continued to ooze out blood.

Hoseok ‘tsked’ and moved over to the sink to wash off any leftover stains on his hands. Stepping over the corpse in the process, the new murderer muttered, “Poor bastard didn’t even see it coming.”

In fact, this husband of yours almost deserved it.

He stole you from Hoseok. An act that was unforgivable by any realms of truth. Then the fucker was dumb enough to take a stranger in who claimed to be an old friend of yours.

Friend.

Hoseok laughed out loud at that.

How absurd...

He was more than a friend. A fucking friend didn’t describe an ounce of what soul bound there was between you and Hoseok. It was meant to be. Something that wasn’t up for debate. A fact that should just be accepted by everyone around the two of you.

Hoseok frowned once more as he recalled that your husband had let him in without question, even offering him a drink before Hoseok attacked from the back.

So you hadn’t told your ‘hubby’ about your highschool boyfriend?

Hoseok suspected that if you had told him about Hoseok then the guy wouldn’t have been so keen to let him in. In the past, you did have a tendency to tell other classmates that Hoseok was ‘obsessed’ and a ‘stalker’. He didn’t hold it against you though, he rather liked the cat and mouse game that you two had. And that fact that you didn’t warn your husband only aided the theory that Hoseok had been suspecting all along;

You knew he would come back. You were just waiting for him like the good girl you were.

As Hoseok took a dish rag and dried his ruby-stained hands, he began to walk around the small house in inspection of your new life.

It wasn’t a grand house with elaborate decor, instead it was humble and cute. Your preference of simple interior design was spotted all around. The home was utterly normal, a traditional ‘stater home’ for a family of three. As it should remain that way.

Three.

All that will change is the husband. But that was easy to do, like replacing an actor with an eager understudy. Hoseok was all too willing to sweep in and take the responsibility of a father and a husband.

He supposed he should start getting to know his new son.

From the family portraits hung on the wall (Hoseok cringed and made a mental note to make his family get new ones now that he was here) he could gather that your son was very young, most likely between the ages two and five. The youngster had your eyes and hair, but there was no denying that the overall facial structure belonged to his dad and his dad alone. Yet there was enough of your features for Hoseok to find himself gazing fondly at the boy, this could’ve been very different if he was a direct copy of his biological father.

Hoseok wanted kids of his own the resembled him, one day. But there was always time to have some more children, he was certain that your son would love a younger sibling.

‘Seokjin sure was a lucky guy.’ Hoseok thought to himself. And it was true, this ‘Jin’ fella had everything Hoseok had ever wanted. The most perfect woman to call his wife and a child that was evidence of the love they held for each other. But like they say... ‘all good things must come to an end.’

What they also say is, ‘dress for the job you want, not the job you have.’

This is why Hoseok decided to take matters into his own hands and get everything prepared for his little ducklings.

He went into the master bedroom and sifted through the closet for a different set of clothes, something not tainted with blood stains. Jin was a bit more broad than him, but Hoseok paid it no mind and happily changed into his clothes. The man had a safe wardrobe, Hoseok observed with amusement, but that was to be expected of a family man.

Next, Hoseok returned to the bloody scene of the kitchen and began to drag the body out into the backyard garden. It wasn’t elaborate by any means, the main goal was just to get the body out of the house. It was a temporary fix as he figured he can keep you and the child away from the body for at least a few days before he would be forced to drop it into a ditch a few towns over.

This was considerably proven when Hoseok stepped back into the house to catch the sound of a large school bus rolling by, the laughter and squeals of children filling the empty air and echoing back within the small homes’ walls.

Grinning, Hoseok practically skipped to the front of the house to rip open the front door and watch his son arrive from school.

Already a proud father, Hoseok awaited the boy.

As you pulled up to the the familiar drive way of your home, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the living room window that glowed with life.

So Jin was up. He just hadn’t been answering your texts.

When you had texted him (about two hours prior) about making dinner tonight, you had just assumed that he was being an ass and didn’t want to cook. Why else wouldn’t he text back? Thus, the steaming bag of take out that sat beside you in your car.

You really hated having to resort to junk food to feed your family, but you were just so busy and had to work within your sons’ bed time. Besides, your son had a healthy diet. You and Jin always made homemade meals for him. What harm can some occasional chinese take out do to him?

You got out of your car and grabbed the food, prepared to walk in and nag Jin’s ear off about his failure to communicate with you.

Except when you entered the house, a sight was waiting for you, making you shut your mouth just as quickly as you had opened it.

A bloodcurdling sight that had the bag of take out falling from your now limp and clammy hands.

“H-Hoseok?”

The man was sat with your son on the floor, smiling and talking gently to the boy as they played with blocks to build miniature buildings. God knows how long he had been left alone with your child.

Your son turned to face you, baby face morphed into an expressive smile that pulled back his doughy soft cheeks as he whimsically called out, “Mommy, you’re home! Why didn’t you tell me I had another dad? He’s much better than the old one.”

(Okay so like Im sorry this was bad and short but my brain is literally fried due to the most intense exam of my life. i’m sorry...also why was it so hard to find cute hoseok gifs? Idk I liked the gif but like it didn’t scream yandere ya know? This is chinkbihh….signing out I guess....)

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deerfests · 5 years

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Give us the rest of Trench Darling ship ask (im dying for them)

the ship ask || The originally answered questions

Okay, but DISCLAIMER:I still have not finished the game, let alone played it because the game isjust not arriving despite my preorder form an officially linked source. I amjust that lucky. :)Also, these are lowkey lazy cuz it’s a lot of questions. Sorry.

3. Are they open about their relationship? How do they feelabout public displays of affection?

Not open about their relationship, while it wouldn’tcompletely be frowned upon by all—internal affairs would most likely notapprove… They don’t do public displays of affection, at least not intentionallyfor that reason alone.

Darling wishes they could. Trench is just happy hecan’t—because he thinks they’d look ridiculous.

4. First impression of each other? Was it love at firstsight?

Love, at first sight, doesn’t exist, or Dr. Darling wouldcontemplate it but always assume it was unlikely to be real. Trench certainlydoesn’t believe it, either. When they met, it was curiosity about each other,really that later drew to fondness that drew to attraction and genuineaffection.

5. Nicknames? Petnames? Any in-jokes?

Darling is just Darling, always losing the honorific. Trench occasionally gets a “Zach” that doesn’t land well. They don’t do nicknames particularly well. Honey, babe and etc. just doesn’t feel right in the long run.

7. What annoys them the most about their partner? Would theychange it if they could?

Dr. Darling has issues communicating himself/his emotionsproperly when in a relationship; Trench is shut out from his emotions usuallyentirely. Both would like for each other to fix that about themselves but knowit’s unlikely.

8. What do the like best about their partner?

Darling likes best the fact that Trench is just that patientwith him, and manages to put up with him even if he goes on nonsensical tangents.

Meanwhile, Trench likes best the fact that Darling is morethan he can appear to be. A genius, if one would.

9. Do they discuss big issues? Religion? Marriage? Children?Death?

All the time. It comes up and they don’t shudder away fromit. They find discussions to be comfortable, especially if it gives insightinto what is on the other’s mind.

10. Who drives? Cooks? Does the handiwork? Cleans? Pays thebills? Handles the public?

Drives: Both can, but usually it’s Trench as he has a car,Darling doesn’t. It’s mostly the city, really. Makes it uncomfortable to have acar, traffic is a nightmare there.

Cooks: Darling’s pretty okay at it, not perfect or extremelytalented but he can manage. Trench can somewhat, too, but not quite as good asthe other.

Handiwork: Both try to, Darling admittedly has the upperhand. Yet, if something breaks, they don’t put it off; they try to deal with itas soon as possible.

Cleans: Trench figures, if he’s not too tired, it’s theleast he can do while the other cooks.

Pay the bills: as both live in separate apartments they paytheir own.

Handles the public? Really?

11. Do they celebrate holidays? Anniversaries?

Office parties for Christmas happen; they both turn up tonot lose face. Admittedly-- separately. That’s the closest they manage to that.It once almost ended in a total disaster even under those settings (very drunkDarling got very jealous), so they didn’t bother much after. They turn up,greet people, and have a couple drinks then split— while trying not to seemsuspicious. They might meet up at one orother’s apartment later, baring more alcohol, but that’s about it. Anniversaries would be cute—but they both can’t be bothered with it.

12. Is there a wedding? What was the proposal like? Any kindof honeymoon?

Nope. Sadly.

13. What do they do for fun? Do they have a favoriteactivity or do they like to switch things up?

Discussions, really. They’re not a lot of fun, especially atthis point—they’re just a couple of old men…

15. How adventurous are they?

Does making out at work, while admittedly hiding,adventurous? Cuz that’s it.

16. Do they keep secrets? Lie? Cheat?

If there’s a reason, they will—which might be a reason for nofull trust existing between them. Not to say they don’t trust each other, theydo—but they don’t do it blindly. Usually, no lying unless necessary to keep the other safe.No cheating…

17. What would make them break up? Would it be permanent?

Utter betrayal of their work/the FBC, and it would bepermanent.

20. What does their home look like? Their room?

They don’t share a space, not in a permanent sense. So it’stwo completely different places based on them alone. However, they both live inspaces that feel unlived and almost sterile.

21. Do they share any interests or hobbies?

Does the wellbeing of the world/country count?

22. Does their work ever interfere with the relationship?

Consistently. Lmao, they get no rest.

24. Any doubts about the relationship?

Trench thinks it won’t last, Darling, assumes he’s a littlehopeless to think it will.

25. How much time do they spend together? Do they sharetheir feelings, or hold things in?

I mean, they might work together, but – they don’t get toomuch time together. They don’t share their feelings well.

26- How do their friends feel about their relationship?Their families?

Nobody knows.

27. Do they have kids? Grow old together? Split up?

They straight up die, I think? Idk….they don’t last….butthey were together for a long while rip

29. How do the handle disasters or emergencies? Minorinjuries? Sickness?

Depending on the level of the disaster or emergency. Couldrange from handled perfectly well and inconspicuously, to handled semi-badly…

Minor injuries and Sicknesses: Not badly, they handle itfine. Don’t really panic for one another.

30. Could they manage a long-distance relationship?

Probably not. They both wouldn’t communicate well enough forit to work.

31. Do they finish each other’s sentences? Pick up anyphrases or habits from each other? Know when the other is hiding something?

No, nope and no.

32. Do they ever get into trouble? Is it serious, or arethey just mischievous?

Not really.

33. What kind of presents do they get each other? Do theyonly do it on special occasions?

Once, Trench got Darling a fountain pen as a welcome to themanagement team (His secretary prompted him to, he did similar things forother’s in the team as well) but that’sabout where the gift-giving ended. They don’t really do it.

34. Do they have any pets?

Nope.

35. Do they bring out the best in each other or the worst?Do they have a fatal flaw?

They don’t really bring out the best in each other, whilealso not bringing out the worst. They manage to co-exist without affecting eachother too badly or anything. It’s underwhelming.

37. How much would they be willing to sacrifice for theother? Any lines they refuse to cross?

It’s hard to gauge, they do care and would prefer to keep the other safe, but it’s hard to do that either way... isn’t it?

38. What are they like in the bedroom? Anykinks/fetishes/turn-ons? Anything they won’t do?

Darling has an authority kink, along being generally intolight humiliation and somewhat a masochist.

Trench follows along just fine into that—being a bit of asadist.

They won’t do any of that publically, mind you.

39. Who initiated the relationship? Who kissed who first? When did they realize they were in love?

It’s unsure, but it might have been Trench and probably was…He probably kissed Darling first, too. It’s a hazy mess at this point. Theyboth were talking and Trench was smoking, while Darling was looking at him likea fool….

As for love… Love is ridiculous to assume exist to beingwith, both would think that. They wouldn’t classify what they have as “love”but there is a fondness, appreciation and what not. Trench thinks and hates it,that he is attached to Darling, and it would hurt to lose him in any sense.Darling, knows he’s in over his head, but he really can’t get over the other.

40. Any special memories? Do they have a special place theylike to go to?

Nope and no.

41. Are they party-goers? What are they like when they’re drunk?Does it happen often?

Only the bureau organized ones. Darling gets clingy whendrunk and spaces out a lot, Trench loosens up a little. It doesn’t happenoften.

43. Do they talk often? What about?

It’d be pretty dull if they didn’t. Mostly ethics of whatthey’re doing, work in the bureau and such.

44. Are they comfortable with each other? Anything they haveto have their privacy for?

They’re fairly comfortable around each other, yeah.

45. Any special dreams or goals they have as a couple? Anyheartbreaks? Regrets?

Nope.

#ASK MEME ANSWERED #txt #long post #darling trench #Anonymous

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moved-to--mysticandskepticmuses · 6 years

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beneath the cut is a copy paste version of harley’s timeline as i’ve sorted for this blog and my rp purposes - it is super choppy and unfinished, it was delivered over discord while i was doing like five other things and brain dead; this is just a placeholder of it until i can write up something more cohesive / established.

she just didn’t want, didn’t need any reminders of the way things had been before her father had been creamed by one of many fat cats in their expensive cars and their diamond pink rings. wrong place, wrong time, her ASS. she’d never been any under delusions her father had been a saint. what she’d found when cleaning and packing to move from one shit hole to another had done nothing but clarify that some people in this world just had it coming. SHE WANTED TO THINK SHE WAS DITCHING THE BOARD GAMES, THE BARBIES, THE WHATEVER ELSE HE’D GIVEN HER BECAUSE SHE DIDN’T WANT TO KEEP THINGS BOUGHT WITH DIRTY MONEY…THE TRUTH WAS SHE JUST DIDN’T WANT ANYTHING AT ALL THAT WOULD REMIND HER OF THE FACT THAT HE’D BE MISSING FROM THIS YEAR’S CHRISTMAS DINNER. AND EVERY ONE AFTER.

mmmhmokay so, she was a gymnast, like, super super super good, she was actually on the team to go to the olympics like a year or two after that too ugh im sorry all of this is going to be so fucking sporadic my brain is a mess

okay let me roll this back a pace

\so she grew up in a mostly normal two parent decent white collar life her mom was kind of distant and off putting but eh that's just the way it washer dad was an accountant / worked for the mob etc though she didn't find that out til later / it was mostly only suspicions no hard proof etc.they weren't rich they weren't poor she didn't have the best shit but she didn't go hungry either etc she did gymnastics and ballet and track and such she was really really good at gymnastics that ws where most of the free money and time went then her dad gets killed in a hit and run when she's like 12 ish her mom goes super stiff and just basically retreats from life as a whole, she gets super short tempered and any warmth there was just kinda fizzles out, she starts putting more and more pressure on harleen they don't have a nest egg, the mom didn't work, now she has to have an office job, they move to a shitty apartment in the wrong side of town, things are hard and rough and gritty at 14/15 harleen ends up on the team for the olympic gymnastics and blows out her right knee in the second event of the competition

needless to say she's a wreck and she's devastated and there goes everything she's ever worked for meanwhile her mom loses her shit and is like how am i supposed to pay for this how are we supposed to survive now because that was supposed to be their golden ticket so harleen kinda just has an inner mental breakdown and shuts down but just acts like it's no big deal its fine and just kind of self isolates and pushes herself with her recovery and therapy and ends up causing more damage in the long run but she wants to get better faster // which is all really moot because she's never going to be back to that level of competitiveness again and definitely not w/in that limited time frame that is the peak for gymanstics aka she was borderline too old by the time she made it to the olympics the first time so she pretty much ends up just having to rely on herself to take care of herself from that point on because her mom just basically likes to pretend she doesn't exist she throws herself into her schoolwork which -- she was always smart and liked books and school anyway but she really just sort of skimmed along with bare minimum because she was throwing herself into her gymnastics for so long she ends up graduating near the top of her high school class and between her gpa and her 'personal triumph / recovery' story whatever she ends up getting scholarships and grants for college she's always been very hyper sensitive / needy when it came to attention and praise / rewards she always had a lot of trouble with self-worth / needed external validation if she wasn't the best, or at the top of whatever she was doing, she doesn't feel like she's doing good enough / she's always always pushing herself

she finishes her degree early bc she just works her fucking ass off and ends up interning during her doctorate at arkham there's a lot of other misc shit in there of course i mean she has trouble with relationships she needs too much validation and she has too high of expectations for realistic anything she also keeps people at arms length bc she knows they're going to leave / end up disappointing her / end up being disappointed in her she's very obsessive / very orderly and proper with her life everything has its place she files her reports, everything is on schedule or ahead of it, everything is neat and clean, folded, put away, organized, so on because the more she can control it all the better she feels

like everything in her apartment is white or black everything is in cubbies and boxesher cabinet doors are glass etc. etc.neat, organized, tidy very sleek and modern her books are organized by size i mean just like epitome of obsessive she has schedules for everything she schedules time for reading and for her baths and studying and cooking and eating and she schedules the time she has to go out and socialize and and she's super fucking smart and she's really good at her job too, like, in the comics it's indicated that she successfully ( i mean as much as anybody can ever successfully treat) treats / rehabilitates two face and a couple others of the super whacked out bad guys -- at least temporarily -- during her time with them at arkham etc

SO then enters the joker and ???????he's literally the epitome of everything she isn't / everything she can't stand in anyone else ever?i mean he's literally chaos personified ok but he's this MYSTERY and he's chaotic and he's charming and he's enigmatic and he's SO FUCKING SMART even when he's trying to dumb himself down for the fun of it and he's just ? he's this huge fucking puzzle

and she becomes so obsessed with trying to figure it out trying to figure him outhow he works what made him this way who he is and he's so slippery and she gets so frustrated because what's real? what isn't? what's a game? what part is truth and what is lies?and she wants to figure him out / she wants to fix it / she wants to unravel it all and put it all back together

but he's just this tangled web of things that drive her crazy and it hits her obsessiveness so hard and he's so good at manipulation and playing people and he's so good at reading people and using people so he just knows how to push her buttons BUT this all ties back in because in the comics etc you remember that line from the blurb about the fat cats with their diamond pinky rings etc ?

at some point while he's luring her in etc.they're talking about things and i have always headcanoned that he did a lot of push and pull like hannibal lecter did with clarice like i'll show you mine if you show me yours type thing so he ends up learning stuff about her along the way too and one of their sessions, i figure it would be not too long before he convinces her to help him escape he's got a present for her too and it's the mob boss' pinky finger w/ the diamond ring, in the guy's embroidered handkerchief the one that killed her dad that he had killed or at least that's the implication

so yeah it's a really long explanation but that's the connection between that first blurb and the whole point of it being yeah he gives her the guy's pinky i headcanon that she wears that ring on her middle finger or thumb pretty much all the time after he's finally done with making her bonkers

#TIMELINE.#BIO.#WORK IN PROGRESS.#SEPTEMBER 2018.

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