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I just need a scenario of Akashi head over heels for a reader who is afraid of him and avoids him lmao
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The day you had met him was a core memory burned into your brain. It had been at a party, hosted by his family, where your own had been invited. The first time you ever laid eyes on him, he had been sitting at a piano, a calm smile on his face as he played a melody requested by his father. The notes that flowed from the keys had been calming, lulling you into a sense of ease that had you stepping closer to the sound. Right into his line of sight. You had stood there listening the entire time, posture poised as you soaked in sweet song. When he had finished, his father came by to land a heavy hand on Akashi’s shoulder, singing his praises with a tone that screamed superficial.
That’s when you saw it.
Akashi’s expression dropped for a second as the attention was turned away from him and back onto his father. The kind light that had been in his eyes was gone, replaced with something darker. His calm demeanor had been a mask.
When, for the briefest of moments, Akashi’s eyes met yours when he noticed you staring, that calm demeanor came back up – a kind shine had returned to his gaze. But you already knew it was fake and the speed at which he pulled the mask back on had you reeling.
From that point forward, you were intimidated by Akashi.
But it had been near impossible to avoid him. Such was the nature of being classmates with the redheaded prodigy. Whether it be during class, passing through in the hallways during lunch, or afterschool at the front gates, you always felt the intense stare of ruby eyes on your back. It had your skin prickling with fear, thoughts that what you’d witnessed at that party was for nobody to view. But now that you had, you must have been on some kind of shit list.
You did your best to avoid him, not wanting to be on the receiving end of his ire. But days turned into weeks which turned into months and still, you found yourself more often than not scurrying away in the opposite direction you’d intended when that familiar set of ruby eyes inevitably crossed your path. Your heart always pounded when he’d catch your gaze, adrenaline coursing through your veins as you ached to hide away for some sense of normalcy.
But a mouse could only run for so long before it was eventually caught by the cat.
“____.”
You felt your heart drop into your stomach as you heard the low voice behind you. You didn’t have to turn around to know who it was; the familiar tingle of ruby retinas burning into your back was clue enough. Silently, you turned to face Akashi. It wasn’t lost on you that the rest of class – including the teacher – had left already, thoughts of the upcoming winter break having them hurrying out of campus toward freedom. Akashi had you cornered and alone.
He looked expressionless, almost bored, as his gaze fixated on you. It made your chest feel tight, adrenaline pumping and blocking out all sounds from your ears save for the steady rhythmic beat of your heart. When he started walking toward you, movements slow and methodical, your feet remained glued to the ground. This was it. Surely, you were about to die.
With him standing directly in front of you for the first time in months, you were suddenly hyper aware of the aura that surrounded Akashi. It was one of confidence – of absolute authority – and it had you quaking. How could someone your age, so young and still learning, have such an effect?
“____,” he repeated your name, voice soft with an undertone that you assumed was faux care.
He lifted his hands and your breath caught in your throat as he gingerly grasped at the two tail ends of the scarf haphazardly thrown around your shoulders. He began wrapping it around you, curling the soft fabric into loops around your neck before he tucked the stray ends into a loose-fitting knot. The entire time, your eyes stayed fixed on the lapel of his school uniform, never daring to glance up at his expression; you were afraid of what you would find. When his fingers stayed gripped to the ends of your scarf for a moment too long, you wondered if he’d try to strangle you with it.
“You should put this on properly. It’s rather cold out today,” he said after a while, his hands finally falling back to his sides once he was satisfied with how your scarf now coiled around your neck. “You don’t want to fall ill over the break.”
The soft tone of his voice had caught you off guard and you exhaled a shaky breath you hadn’t known you’d been holding. Your mind was still struggling to catch up with what had just happened, replaying the past few seconds. A flush of color prickled against your neck, threatening to crawl up onto your cheeks. You dared to glance up, catching his gaze with your own.
The softness in his eyes was deceiving. The mask of caring almost had you believing that he’d done the action out of the kindness of his heart and not because he was trying to frighten you.
“Thanks,” you murmured out slowly, pulling the edge of your scarf up to cover more of your face. You couldn’t let him see the effect he was having; it might only spur him on further. “I have to go now. Have a nice break, Akashi.”
You left after your polite parting words in a hurry, wanting to increase the distance between you and the Rakuzan captain. As you left, you could feel his laser focused stare burning a hole through your back.
You begged your heart to stop beating so wildly.
Akashi watched with an amused smile as you scurried away from him. He was feeling some sense of accomplishment, months of tailing you around finally resulting in these few moments of closeness. As you quickly left his line of sight, he turned his attention down toward the hands that had helped secure your scarf around your neck. He could still feel the warmth of your stuttering breath against his skin and it made his smile widen by just a fraction. Your unwillingness to give him the time of day had been irking at first, but it was the small moments like these that had a deeper part of him craving more. He was enjoying this game of cat and mouse.
And he was determined to win.
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Baby I'm yours- Chapter one: "Fuck it, I'm in love"
Summary: Spencer and reader have been together for just two weeks and their relationship is still too new. However, they are still getting used to being lovers and not just friends after so many years.
Warnings: I curse a lot, mention of smut, usual Criminal Mind cases info and descriptions.
Word count: 7,9K (because apparently I can't write 2K chapters)
Divider by @skylightlantern
A/N: Thank you to everybody who supported me and waited for this update. Guys! honey bunny and chipmunk are back!!
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Spencer’s point of view
I sighed and breathed in as (Y/N)’s hair fell on my face when I rolled in bed. I wrapped my arms around her and moved her closer, as she continued sleeping. We had been together for ten days. The best ten days of my life, if you ask me. Catching unsubs wasn’t even bothering me. The blood, the gore, I didn’t care about that anymore, as long as I could be with my sweet (Y/N) next to me.
Yes, I am cheesy. And I’m not even sorry.
- “Wake up princess, time to go to work.”- I whispered softly in her ear as she rolled in bed and hid her face in the crook of my neck.
- “I don’t wanna”- (Y/N) whispered and held me close- “I wanna stay here with you”
- “I wanna stay here too, with you. But we got a case.”
- “Why can’t fucking psychos take a day off?”
- “Been asking myself the same for some time now. Wanna shower with me to save time?”- (Y/N) giggled and looked at me, as I leaned over and pecked her lips.
- “Last time we did that we didn’t save time. We actually were late for work and everybody made fun of us.”- I chuckle at the memory of that day. Well, it was just last Thursday, and Morgan is still teasing me about it.
- “Fine, you shower and I’ll make breakfast.”- I sigh defeated, but in a second her arms around my neck make me giggle again- “What are you doing, chipmunk?”
- “I’m giving you your good morning kiss, my sweet prince.”- I chuckled and kissed her sweetly, biting carefully her lips as she rubbed them against mine.
- “I am not getting out of bed if you are doing this to me, chipmunk.”
- “Come on, honey. We didn’t leave this bed for the entire weekend. Time to work”
- “That’s not true… we spent some fun time on the couch too, and on the kitchen counter… and in the bathtub”
- “Spencer Walter Reid, you are acting like a horny teenager!”- (Y/N) laughed and looked at me as I blushed, but kept smiling and caressing her cheeks as I stared at her.
- “I might be… but I just wanna spend every second I have with you, now that I have you”
- “You are gonna have me forever, honey bunny,”- I kept my eyes in hers and tried to take it all in. Her sweet smile, the loving look in her eyes, her scent. Everything drove me mad about her in the most sensual and yet adorable way. I didn’t want to get out of bed, but I knew we had to. Most of all I knew we had to keep our behavior at our best. We had promised Hotch we were going to keep it professional. So far we had managed, though believe me, it had been a challenge.
I had never had a girlfriend before. I didn’t know what it was like to have someone who loved me back. Yes, it was still odd for me to face my feelings so openly in front of (Y/N). And it was still weird to hold her hand and hear her saying she loved me. But I wouldn’t change it for the world. I wanted to give her everything I could. All my love, all my kisses, all of me, if she had me.
It is hard for me to explain exactly how it felt. I was so happy my entire soul was about to burst out of my body each time I held (Y/N)’s hand and kissed her lips. And at the same time, I was freaking out ‘cos I knew I could ruin it. I usually ruin the few good things that happen to me. I could speak too much and think too much. I overanalyze everything.
- “Ok hon, it’s your turn to drive today”- (Y/N) announced as she grabbed her bag and her coffee to go.
- “Do I have to?”- I pouted and frowned immediately- “You know I’m not a big fan of cars.”
- “You were the one who said that didn’t want Morgan to make fun of your driving anymore.”
- “I know, I know. I just get nervous”- (Y/N) gave me my satchel and smiled widely.
- “If you drive us to work today, I will give you a reward tonight.”- my eyes open wide at those words. She knows the effect she has on me, ‘cos she is giggling. Is it too obvious that my pants are feeling tight right away?
- “Oh my god! Spencer Walter Reid! you are such a horny boyfriend!”- (Y/N) shouted, laughing as she opened the front door.
- “But I didn’t say anything!”
- “You didn’t have to! I know you!”
- “Please don’t profile me, chipmunk! we promised we would never do that to each other”
- “I am not profiling you, hon. You have a boner.”- she chuckled as I moved my satchel to cover myself as we walked out of her apartment.
- “I… this… what I’m…”
- “Come on, honey bunny. Don’t get all shy now. You know I love it when your pants are feeling too tight.”- she wanted to kill me, I knew it. And honestly, dead by her kisses sounded like heaven to me.
(Y/N)’s point of view
There are no words that could ever explain how I felt walking into the BAU holding Spencer Walter Reid’s hand. My whole body trembled with happiness and a deep sensation of peace. His finger intertwined with mine, and the sweet smile on his face as he opened the door for me was all I needed to start the day.
Well, Spencer’s kisses earlier that morning had been, in fact, all I needed to be happy. But we couldn’t share those kinds of moments at work, Hotch had warned us already.
- "You know I am very happy for you, but I need you to keep your relationship at work strictly professional."
And of course, we had agreed with our Unit Chief.
- “Did I drive alright?”- Spencer asked me, and I nodded. I wanted to lean in and kiss him, tell him he had won a reward that night. But I couldn’t. Holding hands was all we could do at work, and that was already pushing things a little. So I walked to my desk and sighed, staring at the pile of paperwork I had to do.
- “Good morning, lovebirds”- Penelope walked into the bullpen holding a bunch of file cases- “I’m sorry to bring the news, but we have a case.”
- “I guess I’ll just keep piling up paperwork on my desk, then”- I sighed and held my coffee. Spencer did the same and cut me another shy smile.
- “You two are so sweet!! I can’t deal with all the love in this room!!”- Garcia nearly squealed- “Please, tell me you are getting married and having a million babies as soon as possible.”
- “And you told me I wasn’t the one supposed to scare them”- Morgan chuckled, overhearing Garcia’s excitement as he walked from the kitchenette toward our desks.
- “I am not scaring them! I’m just telling them what everybody wants!”- Penelope defended herself and pouted- “Besides, picture their babies! they are going to be so cute and smart!”
I looked at how Spencer’s cheeks turned red, but his eyes sparkled with joy. Clearly, he wanted to have babies. I hadn’t thought of it yet; we had been dating for a couple of days, literally. But I was in that relationship for the long run and there was no one else I would rather have babies with than Spencer.
- “Come on! I don’t want Hotch to get mad at us,”- I said and started walking to the conference room, knowing Spencer was following close behind.
So far, our BAU family, plus Frank, Mikey, and Lu were the only ones who knew about our relationship. Honestly, we hadn’t had time to tell anyone else. Spencer told me we could make a short trip to Vegas in a few weeks to tell his mother, and I thought it was the sweetest idea. I loved Diana, and I knew she was going to be happy with the news.
However, the idea of telling my family made me feel a little uneasy. I knew they loved Spencer as much as I did. I just didn’t want to hear mom’s comment about how our job was too dangerous, stressful, and demanding. Besides, I knew Phoenix was going to start acting all protective, like an older brother. And I didn’t want to go through all that. And who knew what my dad was going to say or do? Jesus! I kept praying he wouldn’t act all possessive and threaten Spencer with a gun as he did with my first boyfriend. So, telling them wasn’t in my plans at the moment.
It was a good thing we had a new case, which gave us little time not to think of any family issues. Spencer moved the chair for me, and I cut him a smile as I sat down. Hotch looked at us, and I could feel the pride coming from his eyes. You could tell he was happy for us.
- “Where's Prentiss?”- Morgan asked, looking around trying to spot her in the bullpen.
- “I don't know.”- I shrugged and opened the file case in front of me- “Maybe she overslept.”
- “Her car wasn't here when we rode in this morning.”- Spencer added, and I bit my lip, thinking of the make-out session we had in the parking lot when we got to work, just to help us through the day not touching.
- “I'm gonna give her a call, get her eta.”- Pen said and walked to the door the second Emily showed up, looking rather exhausted.
- “Hey.”
- “Somebody had a long night?”- Derek was trying to be fun and playful, but it backfired quickly.
- “Somebody wants to mind their own business?”- clearly Prentiss wasn’t in the mood for jokes. Spencer looked at me, frowning and I shrugged. Things I’ve learned working at the BAU: you never upset Prentiss when she is crossed.
- “Garcia.”- Hotch’s voice forced me to sit straight on my chair, even when he wasn’t even talking to me. I guess I was very self-conscious of every movement I made.
- “Oh. Spin the wheel and it is sunny Los Angeles, people.”- Pen turned on the screen and started going through the pictures.
- “Two times in one year, huh?”- I was about to argue with Morgan’s comment when Rossi asked:
- “Remind me again why it’s called the City of Angels.”- and of course, my boyfriend had an answer to that question.
- “It was originally called the town of our lady the queen of the angels.”- and everybody turned to look at Spencer- “That was a rhetorical question, wasn't it?”
- “Maybe, but can you tell me more about that later?”- I whispered and squeezed his hands underneath the table. He smiled and blushed as Rossi shook his head and chuckled.
- “You make my teeth hurt.”
- “This is a weird one.”- Garcia’s voice took me from my staring competition with Spence.
- “As opposed to?”- Morgan questioned as Prentiss kept pouring herself a cup of black coffee. I looked at her for a second, she looked nervous and tired. Did something happen to her? She had been acting a little off, but I thought she might be dating someone. Maybe the Scottish guy she kept talking with.
But it wasn’t time to sniff around my friend’s life. It was time to work and I had to make an effort to focus.
My cell phone rang as I grabbed my go bag from my desk and headed to the elevator. Spencer was waiting for me to go to the jet.
- “Hey dad!”- and that was a call I didn’t want to answer.
- “Hey peanut! how are you doing? Where are you today?”
- “Just leaving town. We are on our way to Los Angeles.”
- “Again? what’s wrong with that city?”- I chuckled and held Spencer’s hand as we got into the elevator.
- “I don’t know, but clearly, sunny weather ain’t no certainty of security. How are you?”
- “I’m well, just calling to catch up with my favorite daughter.”
- “You know I’m the only one you have, right?”- I joked and my boyfriend chuckled, overhearing my conversation with my father.
- “So, when are we meeting for lunch?”
- “How about dinner when we come back from the case?”
- “We? Are you bringing Spencer?”- oh shit…
- “Yeah, is that ok?”
- “Of course! I love that kid. There are still a few scrapbooks I haven’t shown him.”- his excitement made me chuckle.
- “He is going to be so thrilled.”- and I wasn’t even being sarcastic.
- “Then it’s a date. Call me when you get home and please be safe.”
- “You too dad. I love you.”
- “I love you more, peanuts.”- I hung up and turned to Spencer, who kept playing with my fingers the entire time.
- “Do I have to ask your dad for permission to date you?”- his voice was a soft whisper, I don’t know if he was afraid of my answer or paranoid about getting caught talking about our relationship.
- “Are you scared of what he might answer if you ask?”- I whispered, leaning closer to him. Spencer smiled, kind of awkward, and cleared his throat. But before he could answer, the elevator’s door opened and we were forced to walk, rather quickly, to the jet.
Spencer’s point of view
(Y/N) frowned as she stared at the corpse’s pictures in the case file she held. We were in the jet on our way to Los Angeles, and she kept the satin scarf around her neck, covering the hickey I left on her skin the night before. I remembered second by second the moment I marked her as mine. I remembered clearly how her body felt under mine. She trembled as my lips traveled slowly from her mouth to her neck, enjoying the taste of every inch of her skin. The sound of her moans and sighs kept guiding me and encouraging me to go on.
- “Reid?”- Morgan raised an eyebrow and kept staring at me with a silly grin.
- “What?”- I widened my eyes as I waited for his words.
- “I asked you if, considering we are going to Los Angeles…. You might give Lila Archer a call.”- there was a silence in that plane, too awkward to even describe it. (Y/N) raised her eyes at Morgan and if looks could kill, my friend would be buried already.
- “No. Why would you even suggest that?”- I shook my head as Derek simply shrugged.
- “I think, Spencer, that our dear friend here just wants to find all the ways to make you feel uncomfortable around me at work, ‘cos he can be a jerk sometimes”- my girlfriend said and sighed- “I would say it’s disappointing, but it’s actually what I expected from him.”
I just kept my eyes on her, as Morgan just chuckled and turned to Hotch. I kept my eyes on (Y/N), she was still looking at the case file and clearly, something was bothering her, so I made my way to the kitchenette and started making a cup of tea for her and one for me as well. My mind kept going back to the images of (Y/N) naked under me on my bed, so I started rambling facts about the case, in a desperate attempt to focus on work, and avoid getting a hard on in front of the team.
- “Methanol is compositionally speaking the simplest of the alcohols. It's actually ubiquitous in the environment. There are small traces of its vapor in the atmosphere, but atmospheric methanol is easily oxidized by sunlight.”
I didn’t even breathe.
- “Is it toxic?”- Prentiss asked right away.
- “Ingesting 10 milliliters of it will cause permanent blindness, and as little as 30 is potentially fatal.”- I kept giving facts and picked two bags of earl grey tea.
- “These victims had between five and six ounces in their lungs.”- Morgan seemed confused by my words, but I just continued talking and poured hot water into two cups.
- “You know, if they were immersed in it, they would have died even without ingesting or inhaling it. When absorbed through the skin, it depresses the central nervous system to an unsustainable degree.”
- “Well, what's it used for?”- Morgan kept his eyes on me as I walked to (Y/N) and gave her a cup of freshly made tea, and sat next to her, as she whispered a sweet thank you. I couldn’t help but picture her naked again, so I started spitting facts one more time.
- “What isn't it used for? A solvent, an antifreeze. In World war II the Germans used it for rocket fuel. It's used in wine-making. Its most commonplace use, however, is in the creation of other chemicals. Methanol can become plastic, plywood, paint, explosives, and permanent press textiles. It's essentially the chemical used to separate other chemicals from each other.”
- “Breath, honey.”- (Y/N) smiled at me and landed her hand on my knee, making me realize I was rambling too fast.
- “Can it be bought? Is it tracked?”- I heard Prentiss’ question but didn’t answer it by decision. Instead, I focused on the warm feeling (Y/N)’s touch gave me. It was soothing and relaxing. Just knowing she was there made me feel better about basically everything.
- “California's got some of the strictest environmental laws in the country. I'm sure it's regulated.”- Hotch analyzed, and Rossi continued talking.
- “Yeah, but methanol is also used in making biofuels, which quite a few people have been doing at home. I'd imagine the sale of it is fairly commonplace.”
- “But he needs enough in which to immerse a body.”- Hotch replied, and though I wanted to add a thought, I didn’t. I held (Y/N)’s hand instead and intertwined my fingers with hers.
- “All the victims were nude, but there's no evidence of sexual assault on any of them.”- Morgan added, and Prentiss continued talking.
- “And the skin was removed from the bottom of the foot. Unless we're talking about a foot fetishist, you actually can't get further away from sexual areas.”- (Y/N) let my hand go suddenly and tapped on my leg sweetly. It was my cue.
- “Yeah. Impotent sadists like Robert Napper typically take their frustration out on their victims. You'd think there'd be a lot more kill.”
- “And what he's doing is very specific, very focused. It’s not just about sex or power.”- my girlfriend added, and I nodded at his words.
- “What about the skin patches? Is this a trophy of some sort?- Rossi questioned, staring right at me.
- “I have no idea. Skin, independent of any other substance, would wither and die rather quickly.”
- “ Well, that might be the thing that's forcing our unsub back out on the hunt.”
- “Considering the wide divergence of abduction and dumpsites, this guy could be anywhere. L. A. is over 500 square miles.”
- “Uh, 498.3”- I corrected and Morgan shook his head, annoyed.
- “And the fact that no one has seen him either abduct or dispose says he knows the city and its patterns well. Day and night, it's all the same.”- Rossi looked at (Y/N) and waited for any word coming from her. She had been very quiet since we got on the plane. But instead, Hotch spoke.
- “Reid, you and (Y/N) start working on how he is getting so much methanol, plus a geographical profile. We need to narrow down his hunting area.”- we both nodded and re-opened the file again. I was excited to know I was paired with her. Hotch trusted me, and that felt good. I didn’t want to let him down.
(Y/N)’s point of view
I hated Hotch. He kept pairing me with Spencer, and I felt like I was never going to do my work in peace again, ‘cos I kept thinking about humping that hot boyfriend I had every minute of every hour we were together. It was already hard enough leaving the house every day on time for work, and keeping my hands off him for over 9 hours every day.
Honestly, I don’t wanna sound like a horny teenager, but I had held myself back for years. Years! I didn’t want to anymore. I didn’t feel like I could. So when I saw Spencer walking toward me in those tight gray pants and that white shirt, I knew my day was gonna be hell.
- “Ready chipmunk?”- he whispered and I nodded- “Ok, let’s get to work.”
The last thing I wanted to do with Spencer was work. Every hour was torture. I couldn’t even kiss him in that police station. And no, I didn’t try to sneak him into the bathroom with me or anything like it, though I thought about it more than once. I had to make sure to keep it professional.
At least until that night.
I knew what I was doing was wrong. I knew it was childish, and most of all, it was just what Hotch had asked us not to do the minute we told them we were together. But none of that actually mattered, ‘cos there I was, sneaking into Spencer’s room in the middle of the night.
He opened the door and smiled at me, wrapping his arms around me before I could close the door behind my back.
- “Wait, Batsy, someone might see us,”- I whispered and turned around, but his arms locked me against his chest, and his lips moved quickly all over my skin.
- “I missed you so much,”- Spencer whispered and pushed me against the door, closing it.
- “We were together the whole day”- I chuckled and sighed, enjoying the nice welcome.
- “But being professional and not kissing you all day is horrible. It’s torture!”
I stared at him, unbuttoning my shirt, and bit my lips. Spencer Walter Reid was my boyfriend, and I couldn’t be happier to enjoy his love.
- “I missed kissing you too,”- I murmured, running my fingers through his hair as his lips made their way to my neck, sucking carefully my skin, making me moan in a second.
- “I swear, we are catching this guy tomorrow, so we can go back home and be together”- I chuckled at the desperation in his words, but I couldn’t even answer, ‘cos someone knocked at the door, and the two of us froze, wide opening our eyes, feeling caught.
- “I’m busy”- that was all Spencer managed to say.
- “Open up, kid. We need to talk.”- Derek commanded from the hall. I quickly buttoned my shirt as Spencer looked at me, almost like a lost puppy, and fixed his clothes too.
- “Sorry,”- I whispered, and gave him a short smile. Defeated, my boyfriend opened the door, and I waved at Morgan, who widened his eyes as soon as he saw me there.
- “Shit, kids. I’m sorry. I didn’t think you would be here.”
- “It’s ok. We were just catching up on a few things. I have to go back to my room anyway. It’s late already. I’ll leave you two to talk.”- I kissed Spencer’s lips, feeling Morgan’s eyes on us the whole time.
- “Good night, chipmunk,”- my boyfriend whispered and caressed my face sweetly.
- “Bye, Morgan”
- “Sleep tight, pretty girl.”
I closed the door behind my back, and Morgan nearly yelled right away.
- “My man!!”
I could only imagine Spencer’s cheeks as he heard our friend’s teasing. We knew Morgan would give him a hard time when we told them we had started dating.
- “You owe me”- I read the incoming text from my boyfriend and chuckled as I laid back in bed.
- “No, you owe me a thousand kisses”- I texted back and closed my eyes, waiting eagerly for his reply.
- “Deal. But I get to choose where I kiss you”- how on earth did I wait for so long to tell him I loved him?
There was one downside of dating Spencer, though. My boyfriend was very insecure. He was jealous and scared someone was going to show up and steal me away from him. He couldn’t see he was the sun of my days, and that I would never change him for anyone else. Like that could ever happen. I had been in love with Spencer Walter Reid since day one, and though we had only been together for two weeks, I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. No questions asked. If he asked me to marry him that night, I would have accepted in a second, and actually, drag him to the nearest church.
The following morning, when we reached the police station, Spencer took a look around the room and scanned the bunch of police officials that greeted the team. There was nothing out of the ordinary, so I smiled at him and continued walking to our office, where we started working right away. Morgan called García and asked for information about the taxi companies that worked in the area of the latest abductions, and for a moment, I enjoyed overhearing their random conversation. Until...
- “SSA (Y/L/N)”- one of the police officials knocked on the door and half opened it. We all stopped and turned to see him, but he just smiled and walked in.- “Good morning, I just wanted to bring you something to eat with your coffee”- and just like that, he gave me a donut. I didn’t know how to act, or what to say. I never saw that coming, honestly. So I just cut him a very polite smile and watched him walk out of the room.
The way all of my teammates looked at me was embarrassing, to say the least. But the look in Spencer’s eyes was pure jealousy.
- “Someone has been breaking hearts at the station while we’ve been breaking our backs trying to catch a serial killer.”- Morgan joked as I shook my head right away.
- “I have no idea what this is all about”- and I wasn’t lying.
- “You are cute, (Y/N).”- Prentiss smiled at me and grabbed the donut- “And if you are not gonna eat it, I will gladly help.”
- “Thanks”- I mumbled as she continued talking.
- “We can go out for drinks when we get home. Maybe you can get us a few rounds for free.”- Spencer stood up and faced the blackboard with leads in one corner of the room. Of course, he was mad. No questions asked. And of course, the team had to make it worse.
- “I’m actually surprised this hadn’t happened before. Bad luck for this official, Spencer already made his move.”- and Morgan chuckled at his own joke.
- “Let’s focus on work now.”- Hotch basically commanded, his expression serious as I nodded and took a look at the room. Prentiss kept reading files as she ate the donut, Morgan did the same, trying to steal part of the pastry. Spencer didn’t turn and kept his back to us, pretending to be focused on the board. But I knew he was just jealous.
- “What about a gypsy cab?”- Rossi pointed out after a short silence- “They roam around in unregistered vehicles with fake insignias that look legit.”
- “There are 2,300 registered cabs in the city and at least as many unregistered.”- detective Bailey added, as Hotch kept walking around the room looking even more serious.
- “And no one pays any attention when they get into a cab.”- Rossi sentenced.
- “If he's unregistered, he's not gonna sit outside taxi stands and wait to pick up fares in the traditional way.”- I added and kept my eyes on the map behind Spencer, trying to see if there were any official taxi stands there. But mostly ‘cos I wanted to see if Spencer turned to look at me. But he didn’t.
- “Which makes him either harder to find. This guy could be anywhere.”
- “Detective, can you gather everyone? We'd like to give the profile.”- Hotch interrupted Morgan and we all stood up to get ready. Detective Bailey walked out of the room, along with Rossi, Prentiss, and Morgan. But I stayed behind with Hotch, waiting for Spencer.
- “What is it, Reid?”- our Unit Chief asked, and I prayed we just talked about our professional issues.
- “When I was in school, we used to use methanol to separate chemicals from each other. Whatever we did, we’d clip a sample of the source material to label and keep next to the output.”- my boyfriend explained, frowning.
- “What kind of samples?”- I asked him, already knowing the answer.
- “Square samples 2 inches by 2 inches.”- right like our unsub.- “I think this guy's a scientist and he's experimenting.”
- “What kind of samples could he be getting from each girl?”- I asked but neither of them answered - “It sounds like that book, “Perfume.” Do you think he is trying to capture an essence?”- I asked, honestly wondering if this case was related to the book. But neither of them could give me an answer.
- “Let’s deliver the profile”- Hotch walked to the door and I held Spencer’s hand, stopping him from walking away.
- “We’ll be there in a second”- I cut Hotch a short smile and pulled Spencer’s arm closer to me, as he tried to walk towards the door.
- “Two minutes”- I nodded at Hotch’s words before he closed the door behind his back.
- “Don’t be mad at me.”- I whispered right away, and the word left my lips more like a plea than as a command.
- “I am not mad at you, chipmunk.”- Spencer mumbled and looked at his feet. He was nearly pouting, and I couldn’t help but feel it made him look adorable. He was too cute for his own good. And mine. How could I control myself around him if he looked like that?
- “Then why are you acting like this, honey?”
- “I just… how should I act when some random cop just stops a meeting to flirt with you? And I know I can not tell them you are mine!”
- “I don’t care if a cop gives me a donut! I don’t even like donuts! I just want you. I love you!”
- “And I love you too”- Spencer whispered as I moved closer and wrapped my arms around him, feeling the warmth of his body invading mine, making me feel loved, protected, and… automatically aroused.
- “You are the one who is gonna take me home as soon as we catch this killer. Don’t forget that.”- I added and looked at how his cheeks turned red in less than a second.
- “I know… I just… it’s hard to forget you are way out of my league. I still don’t know who I got lucky enough to call you mine.”- and that just hurt.
- “What? Who says that?”
- “Everyone who knows we are dating”
- “Honey Bunny, I am not out of your league. You are hot, smart, and funny! and most importantly, I love you!”- I stood on the tip of my toes and grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer to plant a kiss on his lips. It was fast and sweet, and it left me wanting more immediately.
Spencer stared at me, dumbfounded for a second. And that’s when Hotch opened the door and stared at us.
- “We are waiting.”
Spencer’s point of view
The team was out, (Y/N) and I were alone at the station - alone in the middle of all those officials- trying to narrow the geographic profile. And you know what? Despite my initial thoughts of Hotch longing to torture us, I was actually enjoying my time alone with my girlfriend. I knew I would never be able to work if we were apart. I could never live with myself if anything ever happens to her while we are together.
- “This is impossible”- (Y/N) mumbled, staring at the blackboard- “This unsub is all over the city, dumping bodies like a pizza delivery guy”- my phone rang that second, it was Prentiss.
- “Could it be smell?”
- “What?”- that came out of nowhere. Well, not exactly, (Y/N) had said it earlier, but we had nothing to link it with yet.
- “Could smell be what's attracting him to his victim?”
- “Distillation extraction.”- I whispered and turned to my girlfriend.
- “I told you it was like Perfume”- she shook her head as I went through the plot of that book in my mind, again.
- “Well, I hope you know what you just said, 'cause you lost me.”- Prentiss said at the other side of the line, and I proceeded to briefly explain the facts.
- “Methanol can be used to create scents or aromas. If you soak something in it for hours, it draws out the essential oils. Emily, let me call you right back, ok?”
- “I’m gonna call Hotch”- (Y/N) said as I hung up my phone.
- “And I’m gonna call García. We have to narrow down all the equipment needed to distill an essence.”
- “And I thought homemade scented candles could be a nice hobby”- (Y/N) joked as I dialed.
- “Hello loverboy, what can I do for you today?”
- “Hey García, I need you to help me track and address where a specific kind of equipment has been delivered.”
- “Do you have a list?”
- “No, but I can dictate it very fast”
- “Tell her I can fax it”- (Y/N) interrupted me and Garcia chuckled.
- “That is the best girlfriend ever, right there. She deserves a donut.”- of course, Morgan had told her already about what had happened that morning. It felt like nothing could ever be private working in the BAU. I bit my lip, as I meant to tell her (Y/N) doesn’t like donuts, but instead I heard Garcia say goodbye.
- “Hotch is on his way with Rossi”- (Y/N) announced, sitting by my side to start writing down all the equipment for a distillation extraction home lab, while I stared at her for a minute.
- “What?”- she whispered- “Am I forgetting anything?”
- “Receiver flasks”- I read the list quickly and my eyes moved back to her lips as she smiled. I had to close my eyes for a second and list prime numbers to control myself.
- “So, I was thinking, they are showing the original “Solaris” tonight back home. If we get there on time, do you wanna watch it with me?”- my girlfriend asked and for a moment, all I could do was stare at her in silence.
- “Marry me”- I whispered and her sweet laughter filled the room. I knew my cheeks were burning red 'cause I meant it. I wanted to marry her, right there, on the spot. I knew it since the day I met her, and now that she was mine, it was impossible to hold my feelings back.
- “Just ‘cos I wanna watch the best sci-fi movie meditation of all time with you?”- she continued giggling as her lips touched mine for a second.
- “Well… yeah…”- that was all I could answer and I just stared at her, probably looking like a dork. She loved calling me a dork, and I just wanted to be her dork.
- “So, if we make it on time, can we invite Prentiss?”- (Y/N) whispered and looked around, though we were alone, and we had been for at least an hour.
- “Why? I thought you meant going out as a date”- I looked down at my hands, fidging on a piece of paper, as she kept her eyes on me. I could feel her smiling.
- “We can have a date after… maybe a sleepover. But I feel like Emily needs a little fun. She seems kinda distant and worried. I don’t know why. Maybe she misses JJ.”
- “We could invite her too”
- “I don’t think JJ would enjoy Solaris as much as we do.”
- “Right, she doesn’t speak Russian”- (Y/N) chuckled and held my hand.
- “Neither do I.”
- “Yeah, but you know I’m gonna whisper the translation in your ear the entire movie.”- I answered and moved closer to her, landing a hand on her waist.
- “Aren’t you getting bold, Dr. Reid?”- (Y/N) whispered, wrapping her arms around my neck.
- “I’m getting…”- but before I could finish talking, Rossi and Hotch stormed into the room.
- “Oh come on! hang a tie on the doorknob next time! I don’t wanna see that!”- David argued as (Y/N) moved away from me.
- “Sorry, sorry! I’m gonna fax this to Garcia.”- and just like that, she left the room.
But though it was a very good plan, we didn’t get to watch Solaris that night. And it wasn’t because Prentiss turned us down (‘cos of course, she did), it was because (Y/N) remembered she had made plans already, and she couldn’t cancel.
- “Chipmunk, are you sure this is a good idea?”- I turned to her before we exited her car, trying my best (and failing) not to show how nervous I was. And I would have been embarrassed, but she was worse than I was. My girlfriend was actually pale, scared to tell her father we were dating.
- “I am positive I have no idea.”- she mumbled and sighed- “But if we hide it, it’s gonna be way worse.”
- “Yes, that’s true. But if we tell him, we are gonna have to tell your mom, and your brother.”
- “And then we are gonna have to move”- she added, giggling. And those giggles made me chuckle, as I held her hand and kissed it.
- “With you? I would go anywhere”
- “Dad is a cop, remember that. He knows how to track people.”
- “Witness protection program, chipmunk. We can make it”- and her giggles turned into laughter that made my heart flutter- “Come on, the quicker we do this, the quicker we are back home, and you promised me a sleepover”- I opened my door and ran out to open hers and help her out of the car.
- “Peanut!”- Chief (Y/L/N) stood up and opened his arms to hug his daughter. And just then I remembered how much he intimidated me. He was sitting all alone, drinking a scotch, waiting for us. And somehow that made me feel like a kid. A weak kid who was about to tell the scariest man alive that he was sleeping with his daughter.
- “Hey daddy! I missed you so much!”
- “How is my little princess doing? Did you catch the bad guy? Hi Spencer!”- and suddenly, I froze. All I could do was wave, but chief (Y/L/N) grabbed my hand and shook it.
- “Sorry we are late, we just got home after the case”- (Y/N) excused us as we sat at the table. I quickly grabbed a menu, basically to do something, as my girlfriend leaned over to her dad and rested her head on his shoulder. Yup, I watched her cuddle with her dad right in front of me and somehow it made me feel jealous. Is that bad? ‘cos I felt bad about it. I also felt weird to hear her calling him “daddy.” But I refused to think further about that at that minute ‘cos I felt like a perv. And mostly ‘cos I felt I was developing a weird kink I didn’t know if (Y/N) was going to like.
- “Don’t worry about it. I’m glad you are here, kids. Were you on the field?”
- “No, Hotch kept us at the police station the entire time we were in Los Angeles, which was great actually, ‘cos I didn’t want to deal with the heat. Is this for me?”- (Y/N) grabbed a glass and sipped it- “Gin Tonic!”
- “You deserve it, peanut. You had a long few days. I also asked for a Sprite for Spencer, ‘cos you told me he is cutting caffeine at night”- I looked at my girlfriend and she sincerely blushed, embarrassed. So she talked to her dad about me. I already knew she loved me, but that silly confirmation made me feel so cared for.
- “So, tell me, kids. What’s new?”- we both opened our mouths but no word came out. It was too fast to just drop the news, right? Or at least that’s how it felt.
- “Not much”- my girlfriend answered quickly and cut her father a big grin- “How about you?”
- “Since the last time we met, not much either. Oh, your brother has a new girlfriend. Did you know?”- (Y/N) shook her head and turned to me, I just sipped my Sprite and hid behind my menu. It felt like it was going to be a long awkward night.
- “He has been dating for over six months, I am actually proud of him. Maybe not telling us made his relationship work, finally”- Chief (Y/L/N) joked as the waitress came over to take our order. That forced us to pause our conversation and focus on food for a minute. But as soon as the waitress was gone, the topic came back.
- “So you think keeping a relationship a secret from family can be a good idea?”- (Y/N) asked, biting her lip.
- “No, but I think whatever helps your brother keep a girl longer than a weekend is good enough for me.”- I nodded and smiled, awkwardly at chief (Y/L/N)- “How about you, Dr. Reid? What’s new?”
- “We are visiting my mother by the end of the month.”- that was the first thing that came to my mind and I regretted it as soon as the words left my mouth.
- “Sounds like a good plan. Where do you stay when you go to Vegas?”- and suddenly I felt like I had to explain to chief (Y/L/N) I was actually sleeping with his daughter.
- “We alternate between a Holiday inn near the institute and a Marriott closer to the city, where Spencer can’t get into any casino ‘cos he was banned at eighteen.”
- “Why do you always bring the banned from the casino thing?”- I argued embarrassed as (Y/N) and her dad chuckled.
- “‘Cos it’s fun to see you get all embarrassed out of something that is actually quite funny.”- my girlfriend sipped her gin tonic and looked at me in a way that I still wasn’t used to. She looked at me like she wanted to get me naked. And that made my pants tight in less than a second. I hadn’t made love to her in two days and it was turning into agony.
- “Actually dad, there is one thing Spencer and I wanted to tell you about.”- but her words took me from my thoughts and slammed me back to reality.
- “Sounds serious. Everything ok?”- (Y/N) turned to me and immediately, her father followed her. I opened my mouth but nothing came out. I felt worse than during my first interrogation with an unsub. I felt like I was thirteen again, in my first college class.
- “Ok… so, what (Y/N) wanted to tell you is that, contrary to what most people thought, we were able to take the next step. And though it was hard, and though it really took us way too much time to do it and admit it, the truth is…”
- “Are you trying to tell me that you two are finally dating?”- (Y/N)’s dad wide opened his eyes and stared at me as if I had just confirmed we found the cure for cancer. I just nodded and felt her hand in mine, intertwining our fingers.
- “Are you fucking kidding me?”- chief (Y/L/N) stood up and automatically I caught a glimpse of his gun on his belt. Great. I was going to die.
- “Dad, I know this might be a little bit of a shock, but I love Spencer and we finally decided to…”
- “A little bit of a shock?! Peanut, it took you forever!”- and right after that, (Y/N)’s father wrapped me in a tight hug that forced me to stand up.- “Well son! you are officially part of this family now!”
- “Dad, we are dating, not getting married”- you could feel the embarrassment in (Y/N)’s voice as she spoke.
- “After how long it took you two to get together, I actually settle for just dating. As long as you are together, in love and happy, I don’t want anything else.”- chief (Y/L/N) tapped on my back and smiled, then turned to his daughter and hugged her too.
- “Just take care of each other. I had never imagined a better man for my peanut. Does your mother know?”
- “His mom or my mom?”- (Y/N) asked as we all sat down again and Chief (Y/L/N) raised his hand to call the waitress and ordered champagne to celebrate.
- “Either”
- “No, no one knows. You are the first family member we tell the news to, but that’s why we are going to Las Vegas in a few weeks, we wanna tell Diana face to face.”- (Y/N) added and turned to me with a huge smile- “I wanted to tell you first ‘cos I knew mom was gonna make a huge deal and Phoenix is gonna try to act like a protector brother.”
- “You are right, peanut. Your brother is gonna try to threaten Spencer, so get ready for that scene, son.”- I bit my lips and nodded, as the waitress appeared with the champagne and glasses.
- “To you, kids. And to love. I am more than sure you two will make each other very happy for a very long time.”
Later that night, I was trying to catch my breath on (Y/N)’s bed. She was wrapped around my body, sweating and resting her head on my chest. I hugged her tight and kissed the top of her head as I felt her sigh and giggle for a moment.
- “What’s so funny, chipmunk?”
- “The fact you just made me call you daddy.”
- “You didn’t like that?’”
- “Try to stop me from doing it again, daddy.”
- “You have to be a good girl first. Earn it.”- (Y/N) giggled and started leaving sloppy kisses on my chest, up to my neck until she reached my lips.
- “I promise I will be good for you, daddy.”
- “You have to be good now and sleep. We still have to work tomorrow.”- and for a moment, we just lay on her bed in total bliss, listening to each other’s breathing. Until my sweet girlfriend sighed and looked at me.
- “It’s scary.”
- “What chipmunk?”
- “The fact that everything is finally perfect.”- I smiled and kissed her nose, making sure I had her locked in my arms, safe and sound.
- “Why is that scary?”
- “I’m afraid something very bad is about to happen.”
- “Don’t think that. Nothing bad will happen to you, or me, or anyone around us if I can help it.”- I kissed the top of her head and tried to be as soothing as possible.
- “I just… I had never been so happy before.”- I could hear the embarrassment in her voice as she confessed her feelings.
- “Me neither.”- I whispered and felt her kiss my neck in reassurance- “Maybe that’s what’s scary.”
Little did we know things were weeks away to turn into the biggest and saddest mess we had ever faced before.
- “Perhaps.”- (Y/N) made a pause and sighed- “I just don’t wanna lose you, honey bunny.”
- “I promise you, you won’t, ma cherie.”
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Birthday to Remember
SUMMARY// After being pulled along to a strip club by your friends on your birthday, you end up leaving with some company.
WARNINGS// smut, oral (f receiving), kinda corruption kink, pussyjob, cursing, mentions of tobacco and alcohol use
AU// Stripper!Bucky x Innocent!Readee
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The last thing you wanted on your birthday was for your friends to drag you to a strip club. You felt awkward and out of place walking amongst the room full of half naked men and drinking customers.
"This just feels weird." You sighed, following your three friends towards the bar that was in the corner. "We'll get one of those private rooms they have here for parties and a beefy man. It will be a birthday to remember, c'mon." One of them grinned.
You pitched in on the drinks and a private room, one of the men walking in right after you. Dark, chin length hair and a sweet smile that nearly distracted from the tight leather shorts that left little to the imagination.
You spent most of the time staring down into your glass, having to silently remind yourself you were suppose be having fun as your friends cheered and giggled as they stuffed bills into the waistband of the man's shorts; whose named you learned was Bucky.
You weren't really paying attention to what he was doing. More to the way the silvery metal of his arm gleamed under the dimmed lights and where metal met flesh at the base of his shoulder.
Wondering how he got it or if he could feel when someone touched it, rather than thinking of the smooth way his body moved.
One of your friends said something to him that you couldn't quite make out. Bucky nodding and looking over at you with a half smile.
"Want the birthday special?" He asked, moving to stand in front of you. Your face warmed at his words and you swallowed thickly, shaking your head. "No, it's fine."
"Oh, come on. Don't be a prude." One of the three girls groaned, poking one of your crossed legs.
Wetting your lips, you glanced up at Bucky who looked at you with welcoming eyes. "Yeah, okay." You nodded.
Your stomach flipped when he took the drink from your hands, handing it to your friend before the cool metal of his left hand nudged at your knee for you to uncross your legs.
Bucky placed his hands on the back of the couch, your shoulders trapped between metal and flesh as he leaned down to talk in your ear. "If you're uncomfortable with anything, just pinch me."
You gave another nod and he smiled, flashing his pearly whites as he leaned his knees against the edge of the plush cushion on either side of yours.
Your heart beat wildly in your chest when he tugged at the laces of the shorts to loosen them before taking your hands in his.
Bucky was eating up every reaction you gave. The way you chewed your bottom lip as he guided your hands along the taut muscles of his chest and abdomen, your fingers feeling every dip in the smooth skin and grazing over the barbells that pierced through his nipples.
He especially liked the way you weren't trying to rush his hands to go under his shorts; letting him be in full control.
Your eyes went wide when he stopped your hands at the waistband of the leather, the sound of your heart beating and blood rushing in your ears almost drowning out the sound of your friends giggling and squealing.
And the sound of the door opening.
"Buck, you've got a set." Another man said from the doorway. "I'm in the middle of a session." Bucky huffed, looking over his shoulder but not moving your hands. "Cap is gonna fill in."
Letting out a heavy sigh, Bucky finally let go of your hands, but his close proximity wasn't letting your body relax just yet as he leaned to peck a kiss to your cheek. "Happy birthday." He chuckled before standing.
A broad blonde took his place, this one letting you sit in peace and stare into you half empty glass.
"I'm gonna head home." You exhaled, glancing at the happy looks on your friend's faces. "Fine, buzz kill." One of them muttered.
Pushing through the crowded club, you pushed the heavy metal door open. Bucky was leaned against the concrete wall of the building not far from the door, now in a pair of sweats and a hoodie as he smoked a cigarette.
"The birthday girl." He grinned, blue eyes meeting yours as you stepped closer. "Want one?" He asked, holding the cigarette out towards you. "Uh, no. Thanks."
"Listen-" he cleared his throat, pushing away from the wall to stand in front of you. "I can find someone to cover for me if you need some company on your walk home." He offered before bringing the cigarette to his lips.
"I'll be fine, I'm not too far." You shrugged, looking to the sidewalk. "You can't walk alone, it's one in the morning." Bucky chuckled, shaking his head. "That's different than walking with a stranger?"
His tongue jutted out across his bottom lip, eyebrows twitching upwards. "Well- I was about five seconds away from putting your hand in my shorts around thirty minutes ago. I think I'm a little better than a stranger." He teased, leaning forward slightly. "Besides, your friends kinda seem like assholes."
He wasn't wrong. They were sometimes pushy, telling you to loosen up a little and dragging you along with them to places where you felt out of place.
"Ok, fine." You exhaled. Bucky cracked a smile and dropped his cigarette, stomping it out under his shoe. "Let me get my stuff, just wait here for a second." He said, brushing his fingers to your forearm.
"Thanks, for walking with me." You said as you unlocked your front door. "This isn't the worst side of town but it's not the best either." Bucky said with a small laugh.
"I forgot to tip you, by the w-" his warm hand stopped yours from digging in your wallet, shaking his head. "Don't worry about it. Just- invite me in for a drink." He shrugged.
You narrowed your eyes at him, cocking your head to the side. "You're not a creep, are you?"
Bucky laughed, his smile crinkling the corners of his eyes. "No, just don't want a pretty girl to spend her birthday alone. Plus, I had someone take over my shift."
"Well, my apartment is dry. So, you're out of luck on that drink." You smiled, opening the door to walk into the small studio apartment. "That's fair."
Bucky was good company as the two of you sat on the couch in your living room, telling you funny stories about his time working at the club and listening intently to anything you said. The lighting in your apartment made his eyes even more blue than you'd noticed earlier and his features look sharper, framed by his dark locks.
Over the last couple of hours he had slowly moved his way closer to you. Close enough that you could smell his woodsy cologne mixed in with the scent of cigarettes, his metal arm resting on the back of the couch as his right hand would occasionally brush against you when he'd talk.
"You're cute, like a bunny." He said with a small laugh, making your face heat up. "Thanks, I guess?" You mumbled, chewing your tongue as he lifted his hand to your cheek.
He hummed in response, leaning closer until his lips brushed yours and your breathing hitched.
You pressed a hand against his chest and leaned away slightly. "I've never..." You trailed off, hoping he'd get the point. "I figured that much. Can go as far as you want, or we don't have to at all."
"How many girls have you said that to?" You silently cursed yourself for saying it as soon as you did, biting down on the inside of your cheek. He just chuckled and brushed his thumb over the tip of your nose. "I'm more of a long term guy. Pretty sure I can count who I've slept with on one hand."
"Sorry, I didn't mean it like that." You said quietly, pulling at a string on the seam of your jeans. "I know." Bucky said before slotting his lips over yours, the kiss gentle and sweet.
The taste of cigarettes and mint gum flooded your tastebuds when his tongue slipped past your lips to press into yours, the softness of his plump lips contrasting the scratch of his stubble.
Bucky just felt so welcoming, his touches cautious to wait for you to stop him as his hand moved from your cheek. Fingers ghosting down the side of your neck to leave goosebumps in their wake, along the buttons of your blouse and finally stopping to wedge between your thighs.
He pulled away, leaving your breathless as you blinked your eyes open to meet his lust filled blue ones. "Remember to pinch me if anything makes you uncomfortable." He teased, pecking a kiss to the corner of your mouth.
Things were moving fast, clothes quickly discarded on the path from the couch to your bed. Bucky's hands and lips only parting from you long enough to rid another clothing item that shielded his skin from yours until all that stood in his way was your underwear and his leather shorts.
You weren't sure if it was the head rush from only knowing Bucky for a few hours after holding out for so long, or the way his darkened eyes looked you over as he bent his body over yours.
"You're so beautiful." He breathed, leaving a brisk kiss to your lips before trailing wet kisses down your neck and chest.
Your hands gripped onto the sheets harder the further down your abdomen he got, trying to keep your breathing even as fingers hooked in the waistband of your underwear.
Bucky looked up at you one last time before dragging the fabric down your legs, tossing them to the side and taking his spot back between your legs.
You propped yourself up on your elbows to watch as he peppered kisses to the inside of your thighs, cold metal and warm flesh gently massaging the outsides of them as his stubble scraped at your skin.
A squeak erupted from your throat when he sunk his teeth into the supple flesh, making you move your leg away from his face to pull the skin from between his teeth.
Bucky chuckled and placed a soothing kiss on the mark. One to remind you that none of this had been a dream.
An excited chill ran down your spine when his hot breath fanned your dripping folds. Bucky giving one last glance before flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud, a soft chuckle bubbling in his chest when your body jolted and you drew in a sharp breath.
"So responsive, I could get use to that." He winked, licking a stripe from your entrance to your clit.
Bucky basked in every breathy sound and reaction he elicited from you, moaning at the taste he wanted to burn into his memory. In hopes he had another chance at this, the slice of heaven he held in his hands.
The chance to have his own angel to bend and mold into his filthiest dream.
He moved his hand to ease his middle finger into your heat, groaning at the immediate flutter of your walls as your hands fisted the sheet and chest heaved with a soft moan.
"Oh, c'mon. You can be louder than that, bunny." Bucky purred, curling the long, thick finger to find the sweet spot to set off the reaction he wanted. A louder moan pulling from your chest when he found the rough patch just inside your cunt making him smirk. "There it is."
He locked his lips around your clit again, fingers curling into the spot that pulled the vulgar sounds from your sweet lips as he sucked and flicked his tongue over the bundle of nerves. An unfamiliar feeling quickly building in your lower belly.
"Bucky-" You keened as white hot pleasure surged through you, your trembling thighs closing on his head as his metal hand moved from your hip to grope at your chest.
His fingers pinched and grazed the pebbled bud before massaging the flesh under his palm as your back arched, your breath catching in your throat and ears ringing.
Bucky lifted his head from between your legs, finger continuing to stroke your walls to work you through your orgasm as he pulled the laces of his shorts loose.
Your skin felt like it was on fire, every nerve alive as you opened your eyes again to Bucky standing at the end of the bed and shoving the shorts down his thick thighs. Erection springing free to give a glance of the two barbells on the underside of his cock. One under the ridge of his swollen head, the other at the base.
Your heart pounded in your ears when he moved back between your legs, stomach flipping from the nerves as his leaking tip ran through your folds and prodded your entrance. "Wait-"
Your hand pressed to the firm muscles of Bucky's stomach made his movements still and eyes flick up to meet your nervous expression. "We can stop if you want. Or we can try something else." He suggested, leaning on his palms to catch your lips in his briefly.
You nodded and let out a shaky breath. "Yeah, something else." You breathed.
A whimper passed your lips when he rocked his hips forward, the barbell sliding over your clit sending shocks of pleasure through you.
Bucky's bottom lip disappeared behind his teeth as let out quiet groans from the feeling of your slick coating his shaft.
"Talk to me, bunny. This okay?" He panted, gaze raking over your naked form that still had the sheet clutched tightly as melodic sounds spilled from your lips.
"Feels good," You panted, words slightly slurred from the dizzy feeling in your head caused by the pressure quickly building again. "So good." He moaned, holding his base to have better guidance through your folds.
You bit your lip into your mouth as tears prickled your eyes from the second wave of warmth that spread, choking out a moan as his pace quickened.
"Fucking shit-" Bucky huffed, his grip on your thigh tightening and release spilling onto your lower abdomen.
You inhaled a few deep breaths, trying to steady your heart beat as he pecked a kiss to your knee before standing from the bed to grab a piece of clothing for clean up.
You pulled the blanket from under you to hold to your chest, waiting for him to get dressed and make an excuse to leave like you'd heard your friends talk about after a hook up.
Instead, he wandered towards the kitchen, finding an empty can as he lit a cigarette, your eyes staying fixed on the way the muscles in his back rippled with his movements.
"C'mere." Bucky said with a soft groan as he got under the blankets with you, sitting the can on the nightstand. "You're staying?" You asked, furrowing your eyebrows at him.
"If you want me to, yeah." He shrugged, holding his arm out for you to lay on as he placed the cigarette between his teeth and grabbed a pillow to cushion the metal.
You gave a soft yeah and cuddled into his side, the soft whirring of his arm under the pillow helping you slowly drift to sleep.
You felt yourself waking up as the bed dipped under the weight of Bucky moving, deciding not to fully wake up and let him leave in silence.
"Hey," Bucky whispered, moving his body over yours to press a gentle kiss to your shoulder. "Hmm?" You hummed in response, peaking an eye open to look at the slate blue eyes that held adoration in them.
His knuckles brushed down your arm, a sweet kiss placed on your lips as he gave you a soft smile. "I gotta go, but I left my personal number under your alarm clock. Give me a call sometime."
You nodded and smiled lightly at him, another kiss pecked to your lips before he left the bed to gather his things, walking towards the door.
"I'm gonna hold ya to that, bunny."
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Ranch Hand: Chapter 9
Farmer!Veteran!Bucky Barnes X Teen!Reader (Small town and Farmer AU)
Series MasterList
Series summary: You ran away from your nightmare of a family, you found a small town, population 200. In this town you meet a retired army veteran turned farmer who hires you as farm hand. Only mystery will you two be able overcome your pasts together.
Chapter Summary: They know?
Series Warnings: Mentions nightmares, Child abuse, mental abuse, physical abuse, war, swearing, mentions death by cancer, mentions of alcohol and illegal substance abuse. please tell me if you see anymore!!! But do so politely please.
Chapter Warnings: Child abuse, mental abuse, physical abuse, war, swearing, mentions death by cancer, mentions of alcohol and illegal substance abuse
Divider: @skylightlantern
You watch bucky walk over. His face was unreadable but he seemed annoyed and concerned. He leans on the fence watching you carefully. You try to ignore it as you continue with your work.
"Y/n wanna tell me why Sam called me from the station telling me I need to bring you there?" Bucky speaks up.
"What?" You look at him. He notices the fear flash over your face.
"What are you doing over the weekends that would get you called to the police station huh?" He tried to lighten the mood but it didn't help. You lean the take against the stable and walk of the stable. Every bone of your body was telling you to run. Jump to another town anything but go back.
So you did you ran onto the porch grabbing your backpack. Then you dart down the driveway leaving your bike behind. Bucky looks at you confused. Shit whatever you did must be bad. He realizes he's letting you go and begins after you. He then realizes you're so much faster then him so hurries back to the truck, first tossing your bike in the bed. He then begins driving after you. At the end of the driveway he sees you run into the forest. With a sigh he parks the truck and follows you.
You take a deep breath looking behind you. Nothing okay your safe right. They won't find you. You knew it wouldn't last forever. You come to your campsite now realizing you left your bike behind. You sigh before packing your stuff up except the tent. It would be too much to lug around.
"Y/n! What the hell is this. And don't you say run." Bucky looks are you and the makeshift campsite your packing up. "Have you been living out here?"
"No?" You say and look at the ground.
"Okay, lets pack this all up and you can tell me why you've been living out here."
"Yes sir." You and bucky pack up the campsite in silence before you walk to the truck. He has a hand on your should to keep you from running again, but a part of him knew he wouldn't.
"Okay doll what's going on?"
"Well.. When I was seven my dad died due to cancer. My mom used alcohol to numb the pain and well she's not a nice drunk." You say looking out the window. "When I was eight my mother met a new man, Vincent... Uh he got my mom into drugs.. Just another thing that made her mean. She'd hit me for anything and everything. Vincent wasn't much better he'd scream me... Degrade me and I got tired one night so I left."
"And you found Marvel falls... Doll." Bucky looks over at you, he could see tears fall from your eyes. "Hey I won't let them take you back okay? I'll try to stop them. But Sam didn't tell me what the call was about. This has been happening since you were 7?"
"Yeah."
"Okay." He lets you continue to tell him about all that they did. He was horrified, disgusted, angry, how could anyone be so mean to their own kid. He wishes you told him earlier. He wishes he knew how to help. But he does know he refuses to let you go with them. "Kiddo I won't let them touch you. Okay? But you will have to tell the cops everything okay?"
"Yeah... But if I don't go home with them where will I go?" You ask unbuckling your seat belt.
"Well you can stay with me and if not they'll probably put you in foster care if you don't have any family." Bucky explains looking over at you. He can't let you go with your so-called mom. Even if you don't stay with him you weren't going back to them. Not if he has anything to say about it at least.
You both climb from the car and he rounds it quickly and puts a arm around your shoulder. He gives you a reassuring smile as he guides you inside. Once inside he sees Sam talking to the police chief, Maria hill. Sam notices Bucky quickly and waves him over. Bucky and you walk over, you eyes fixate on the floor as if it was the most important thing in the world.
"Hey buck. This y/n?" Maria asks.
"Yes ma'am." You say not making eye contact. You're scared, terrified even you can't go back.
"Y/n, your parents are on the way in, it'll probably be a few hours though." Maria tells you, she notices how you shrunk into bucky's side. Like your terrified of something..
"Doll, you have to tell them everything." Bucky says softly.
"I-i can't go with them" You say still not making eye contact. Your breath quickens as you feel their gaze on you. "They hit me, and they're always drunk or high or both and they scream at me. I ran away so I wouldn't have to deal with it."
"How long has this been going on kid?" Sam asks, immediately feeling guilty as he was the one who alerted them of your location. Maria had told everyone that a town a few hours away was expanding the search of a missing girl. And he recognized you immediately, so he told her and she called that police station.
"Since I was seven when my dad died." You were hiding your face in bucky's shoulder so your words were a little muffled.
"Okay. Did you ever report this?"
"Mhm, my teacher did when I was 10 but the cops couldn't do anything. My step-dad lied they believed him." Tears stream down your face as you finally look up at them. "And when I was 12 my stepsister's mom reported it but it didn't help. Even after my stepdad lost custody of my stepsister no one could do anything."
"Okay... We'll see what we can do okay?" Maria offers you nod before lowering your gaze again. "You two sit down."
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No beginning no end
04/09/2021
Pairing: Henry Cavill x fem!reader (3rd person)
Word Count: 4,037
Warnings: angst, despair, heartache, recreational drinking, talk of past breakup and rebound sex, minor injuries and blood, tooth rotting fluff, smut, language, rpf
Summary: The reader tries everything to forget Henry, yet she finds herself on his doorstep one rainy night.
A/N: I tried something new here. I think I've never written an angsty breakup fic before. I hope it turned out alright.
Dividers by @skylightlantern
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Rain was pouring down in thick strands from the pitch black sky. Her clothes had been soaked a few steps down the road from his apartment already, but she didn’t care, turning around had never been an option after all.
A shudder made her whole body tremble, shaking her to the core as the memory of the past hours pushed itself back into her mind relentlessly. It had seemed like an excellent idea after a few cocktails, so simple, just rewrite the system with a new software, erase him for good.
She should have known all along that it wouldn’t work in this case, but instead she had willingly taken a large swig from the fountain of deception, knowing full well that there was no state of intoxication that could make her delirious enough to forget him. She had tried a few times before, but never had she found solace or relief in a pair of arms other than his.
Tonight however had been different in another way, worse than any other night before. She could still feel her head start to swim, nausea rising from the pit of her stomach when she remembered his groans and grunts above her while he tried his best to bring her the sweet oblivion she craved so much.
And it wasn’t even his fault. He had been gentle and kind, tending to her needs first, but nothing, nothing could ever compare to the way he had made her feel. So she had done what had seemed to be the decent thing in that situation, pretending his effort had brought the desired satisfaction and waiting until he had fallen asleep so she could gather up her clothes in a frenzy and slip from his apartment, leaving behind nothing but her shadow.
Hopefully, he would wake up with a foggy memory, convinced that she had been nothing more than an alcohol induced dream. It would be enough if one of them had to carry the shameful images inside of her until the end of her days.
She could still smell his heavy cologne, although the rain must have washed away all traces of it by now. It had been an almost painful mixture of components, the complete opposite of the scent she so longed to flood her nostrils again, his scent.
A well-known wave of shame and self-loathing washed over her, making the salty seas in her eyes overflow yet again. She sobbed, an ugly sound of misery, while the tears blurred her vision and she stumbled, the pavement digging its sharp fangs into her knees and wrists. But the pain didn’t come, she didn’t even flinch as she pushed herself back up, her blood mixing with the raindrops as it poured down her fingers and shins in inexhaustible rivulets.
She had no idea how long her walk of shame had already lasted, but when she lifted her head to take a look around, she knew exactly where she was. Of all places, she thought, as a mad little laugh left her lips while she let all the memories that hailed down on her overwhelm her once more, taking her hostage in the familiar place between hope and despair.
He was speeding again, probably not the best idea in this weather and at this time of day. But he didn’t care, not after tonight. It had been a disaster, and there was nothing he desired more than getting home into the sanctuary of his own four walls. Well, maybe there was one thing he desired more, but that wasn’t an option anymore.
A deep sigh escaped his chest as he remembered the past hours, and he knew full well that disaster didn’t really cut it, although everything had started out so promisingly. A party, good company, no memories of her ghosting through his mind whatsoever, when suddenly he had found himself confronted with the accusing eyes of her best friend, glaring at him from across the room. As if her deathly stare had been necessary to remind him of what he had lost.
Automatically his eyes began to scan the room, but he knew already that they wouldn’t find what he craved so much. They never did. He had been looking for her everywhere, in all the places he knew she frequented, waiting for a sign, a stroke of fate that would finally lead him back to her.
But it never came and he had even started to doubt that she still lived around town. After all it wouldn’t surprise him if she had tried to bring as much space between him and herself as possible.
And so he had carried on living without her - no, existing - nothing but bare yearning to keep him alive without her. There was no solace for him, except maybe at night, in the ever recurring dream without beginning and end, when all he had to do was look back over his shoulder and there she would be, waiting for him to finally love her the way she deserved but he hadn’t been able to before.
God, there was nothing he wouldn’t give to set that right, to wipe his slate clean of the guilt he had burdened himself with when he had messed up the only thing that had ever made sense in his life. If he could only hold her in his arms once again to tell her how much she had meant to him, still did, probably even more now than she ever had before.
The car stopped abruptly, groaning its reproachful complaint to him, as his forehead sank down against the soft leather of the steering wheel in resignation. There was nothing he could do, he was sure of that by now. If she had chosen to vanish from his life for good, who was he to question that decision after everything that had happened? He would never be able to forgive himself for that.
With a groan that rose directly from the depths of the pit of despair, he opened the door and stepped out into the biblical deluge of rain the heavens seemed to be spitting down on him. He hissed, as the thick drops stung the bare spots of his skin, hurrying to get to the door before he was soaked to the bone.
But when he had rounded his car, he stopped in his tracks as his eyes fell on the huddled bundle of wet hair and sticky clothes that was crouched up against the door to his home.
“Y/N?”
He couldn’t believe it. What the hell was she doing here? In the middle of the night and in the pouring rain, probably catching her death right in front of him.
He had started to believe that she had fallen asleep, or worse, had fallen unconscious, when she finally lifted her head to look at him.
“Henry,” she simply stated, as if she was seeing him for the first time.
He gasped at the state of her, her mascara smudged and running down her cheeks in black teardrops, making her look like a make-up job on a Pierrot gone wrong. It was only then that he noticed the blood on her wrists and knees and he could feel himself go into feral mode instantly.
“What happened? Who did this to you?” he growled as he squatted down next to her to examine her injuries. It didn’t look too bad, but bad enough to make him want to find whoever was responsible for this and smash their head.
“Tell me who did this to you, love, and I swear, I’m gonna - “
To his utter surprise his ranting had coaxed a soft chuckle from her lungs, stopping him immediately.
“I appreciate your vigour, Hen, but beating the shit out of the pavement won’t be of much use to anyone, don’t you think?”
“Then let me at least get you out of the rain before you catch a fever.”
It seemed she took forever to weigh his offer in her mind and when she finally nodded her consent, it was so weak that anyone who didn’t know her as well as he did, might have missed it entirely. Without ceremony, he hurried to unlock the door, before he quickly scooped her up into his arms as if she weighed nothing and carried her inside.
The hot water made the sore spots on her skin pulse and ache and with a hiss, she drew in a sharp breath as she stretched her wounded limbs underneath the foam-covered surface.
In the hopes of distracting herself a little, she let her eyes wander around the room, taking in every little detail of her familiar surroundings. To her surprise, it seemed he hadn’t changed a single thing, and it felt as if time had chosen to stand still in here, consequently preserving their happiness after it had come to such an abrupt ending.
Closing her eyes, all the memories of better days came rushing back to her. Soft smiles in the morning, eyes still half asleep after the shenanigans of the night before. Splashing water soaking sweaty clothes as he pulled her down into the tub to him after an exhausting workout, a surprised squeal from her mouth shaking the foggy windows. Skilled fingers running across rippling skin, gently applying heavenly scented shower gel in their wake before starved lips engaged in a hungry kiss.
A knock on the door startled her, catapulting her back into reality.
“May I come in?” he asked hesitantly from the other side of the door.
“You may.”
Slowly the door opened and without further ado he marched in. But as soon as his eyes fell on her still bathing form, he turned away, covering his eyes in the process.
“Shit, I thought you were finished bathing already.”
She rolled her eyes heavily, clicking her tongue in annoyance.
“Don’t be overdramatic, nothing you haven’t seen on countless occasions before.”
That was true, of course, but what bothered him wasn’t seeing her naked again, but what it might do to her if she saw the effect she still had on him.
“I…um…I brought you a salve for your scrapes.”
He held out his hand for her to take the white tube he clutched between his fingers. But he was still refusing to look at her, and so he didn’t notice that it would have been impossible for her to reach it.
“Henry, will you quit being a huge baby about this? Please,” she urged him, the last word falling from her lips like a prayer, making him finally turn to face her. “Thank you. You can just leave it over there by the basin, I haven’t even started cleaning the scrapes yet.”
Suddenly he seemed to remember something and his eyes softened upon the realisation. “You still can’t do anything that causes you physical pain, right? Even if it is just an inconvenient necessity.”
He scolded her with an unbelieving shake of his head.
“Will you let me do it for you?”
She nodded sheepishly, while he already produced a wash cloth from the shelf and knelled down next to the bathing tub. Without hesitation she held out her wrist to him. Taking it softly into his hand, he went to work, gently wiping away the dirt that had bored its way deeply into her skin.
“Don’t you want to tell me what happened?” Worried eyes looked up at her from underneath his long lashes.
“I don’t think you want to hear about it,” she declined with a knowing smile.
“What makes you so sure of that?”
“Because I was stupid and reckless and you will think I’m an idiot for what I did.”
For a second, a dark shadow flickered across his face and he halted his tender ministrations, but then he recollected himself. “Does this have something to do with us, by any chance?”
The way she closed her eyes and bit down on her lower lip was answer enough, but when she finally confirmed his suspicion, his heart almost stopped beating.
“It has everything to do with us.”
Immediately a thought began to spiral through his mind, setting him on fire. Until now, he had not dared to hope, but her words had changed everything. And yet, he was afraid to tell her exactly that and ruin everything all over again, so instead he forced himself to calm down and simply said, “Then who am I to judge?”
“I was with someone before I came here.”
His grip on her wrist tightened for a second, eyes shooting up to hers again. “Is he responsible for this?”
“Don’t be ridiculous, please. You know I would never let anyone hurt me like that without cutting off his balls before he could even try.”
He chuckled deeply, the thought amusing him beyond all measure.
“The guy was actually very sweet and kind and he didn’t deserve that I merely used him to - “
His eyebrows shot up in an instant, urging her to go on, but when she didn’t, he tried to help her out. “Used him to…”
“Oh, for God's sake, to get over you, Henry,” it broke out of her at last. “To finally rid me of my stupid feelings that just won’t shut up, no matter what I do, no matter how many men I allow to touch me, hoping to finally erase the memory of your fingertips from my skin. But it seems I just can’t rid myself of you. And here I am, the living proof that even the last fibre of my subconsciousness will lead me back to your doorstep in the end, back to you, no matter how pointless and self-destructive that is.”
For a while he said nothing. He was just staring at her while she could see his mind work behind his zoned-out eyes. But then a soft smile graced his lips as he pulled her hand, which he still clutched tightly in his own, towards his face.
"I can’t deny that it might be a little self-destructive,” he pressed his lips to the deep red scratches for a second, sending a sweet pain through her forearm, “but I can assure you that it isn’t pointless at all. On the contrary.”
And to prove his point, he pushed himself up on his knees and, supporting his weight on the rim of the tub, he dove forwards, pressing his lips to hers with purpose. Like a reflex, her hands tightened around his neck, needing to feel him closer. But he was too strong to pull him further down towards her and so instead, her back arched as she pulled herself up against his chest, deepening the kiss and soaking his shirt with her wet breasts in the process.
He moaned deeply, overwhelmed by the long missed feeling of her lips on his, perfected by the touch of her body against his chest. And yet he craved more, wanting to wrap his arms around her properly and hold her tight. But he couldn’t, not here, and so he gently pulled away, smiling down at her enraptured face, eyes still closed tightly in the afterglow of their kiss.
“Y/N? Darling?” he waited for her full attention before he went on. “I think it might be time to get out of the tub before you become all sodden and wrinkly.”
And before she could protest, he got up and made his way over to the door to give her some privacy.
“Does this mean you wouldn’t want me all wrinkled up anymore? Well, I hate to break it to you, Hen, but sooner or later that will be inevitable.”
He had already reached the door when she finished, her words making him stop in his tracks.
“Don’t you worry about that, my love. I will love every single wrinkle that will form on your body with a passion. And as soon as you’ll get out of this bath, it’ll be my pleasure to demonstrate that to you.”
The murmuring of the rain filled the room with white noise. Strong arms pressed her back to his chest, his hands lingering on the fluffy material of his bathing gown that hugged her body tightly. She couldn’t remember how often they had done this already, just lying in bed, snuggled up cozily and watching the rain fall. It was wonderful, so calming and familiar, but this time it was also something different, a promise, the subtle charm of a new beginning.
“I’m glad you came here.” His voice was deep and relaxed, muffled by her hair that he nuzzled affectionately. “And as usual, your timing was impeccable.”
“Oh?” Her fingers floated over his, absentmindedly caressing his soft skin.
“You know, every now and then, out of the blue, your face just appears in front of my eyes. I can’t seem to help it. And tonight it happened again, after I met your best friend at a party. God, you should have seen her, staring daggers at me all night long.”
She chuckled cutely from the thought. “Yeah, I imagine she did. She hates you with a passion, you know.”
Henry huffed. “And probably rightly so.” He fell silent for a while, obviously looking for the right words, and she already knew what he was about to ask her. “But what about you? Do you still hate me?”
The answer to that was clear, it always had been, but she decided to stay silent for a while as if she had to think very hard about it. Torturing him a little was the mildest punishment for his behaviour she could think of.
“I never hated you, Hen. I may have despised you, cursed you even, but, no, I never hated you.”
He couldn’t believe the words that had just fallen from her sweet lips. How could she not hate him? “But I gave you every reason to.”
Turning her head to look at him, she brought her hand up to his cheek, fingertips barely touching his skin. Instinctively, he pulled her closer.
“That’s not important any more. There is just one thing I need to know. Why the change of heart?”
Despite the dull light, she could clearly make out the spark that lit up his eyes. He had been waiting a long time to tell her this. Every word already composed to perfection, crafted specifically to make his feelings unmistakably clear.
“It never changed. I always loved you. And I always will. I was just too damn stupid to see that. All those years of chasing success, the best role, the most promising project, when at the end of the day nothing ever compared to the feeling of coming home to you.”
She gulped heavily as tears began to cloud her vision for the second time tonight. She had been waiting so long to hear those words, all the while trapped in the strong belief that they would never come, and now that he had finally given her everything she ever wanted, she didn’t know what to say.
So instead, she let her fingers dive into his full locks, pulling him towards her face until his lips finally met hers. With a desperate moan, her lips fell open to let him in, let him have her, possess her again. And sensing her needs, he gave her what every fragment of her being had longed for so much.
In an instant, clothes were shed, baring her sensitive skin to his touch and when she could finally feel his body pressed to hers without any barriers, she gasped, fingers digging into his soft flesh. As his hands set out to reacquaint with her soft touch, he whispered into her ear how much he had missed her, missed her scent, her sweet sounds of desire, the feeling of her velvety walls around him.
By the time his fingers finally wandered south, she didn’t need his low growl to confirm how wet she already was from his touch and his words alone. Eagerly she spread her legs wide, resting her thigh on his, as his fingers drifted teasingly along her folds in lazy strokes, driving her crazy with every second he denied her the pleasure they so flamboyantly promised.
Engaging him in an open mouthed kiss, he finally gave in to her want, letting two of his fingers glide through the wet heat. Carefully he covered them in her juices, drawing heady moans from her lungs with every stroke. He could feel that she was about to beg when he decided to deliver her from her anguish and finally let his fingers dive into her completely.
After missing his touch for so long, it was almost too much, but at the same time her body was crying out for more, her hips rolling of their own accord to feel him deeper inside of her. She could feel his arousal press into the supple flesh of her behind, reminding her of the one thing she wanted even more than to come undone around his fingers.
“Henry, please,” she whispered against his lips, and he understood.
Distracting her with another heated kiss, he exchanged his fingers with his hardened length, coating himself thoroughly in her slick before he pressed his tip to her entrance. Slowly he pushed in, bottoming out with the first roll of his hips, making her tremble under his sure touch. He couldn’t hold back the moan that had built in the depths of his chest any longer, the familiar grip of her tight core overwhelming him.
With deep, languid thrusts he began to work her over, slowly, steadily, just as she liked. And judging from her mewling that grew louder with every repeated move, and the way she squirmed in his arms, he hadn’t forgotten how her body desired to be treated.
It was good, so good, and she could feel herself getting closer by the second. His languid strokes almost drove her insane, her hand reaching out for him in the desperate need to find something that would ground her. But when her hand found one of his firm cheeks, the trained muscle flexing underneath her palm with every push of his hips, she was done for.
Eyes shut tightly, a drawn out moan elicited from her lungs. Her walls pulsing around him violently, he watched in awe as she got carried away by her ecstasy, the horrors of the night finally cleansed from her mind. He slowed his hips, driving into her deeper and harder instead, making her body jolt with every thrust, until he could feel it as well, the sweet call of his nearing release. Burying his face in her hair, he repeated the words over and over again that he should have told her months ago, chanting them like a mantra, never to be forgotten again. And with a roar he let go, filling her with his love and devotion, giving her everything he had to give, and then some.
A peaceful silence had settled over the room, the soft pitter-patter of the rain and her steady breathing the only noise left. At first, she had been hesitant to give in to the heaviness that had befallen her limbs, the urge to talk things over stronger than her physical needs. But he had told her to get some rest. They could still figure out the rest in the morning.
It hadn’t been long, before sleep had finally found her and now she was resting peacefully in his arms. Her head placed on his chest, she hugged him tightly. He had to admit that he appreciated the gesture, though it was completely unnecessary. He wouldn’t go anywhere, knowing exactly where he belonged now and he hoped that, despite everything that had happened, she still felt the same way about him.
Slowly, her leg pushed across his, bringing their bodies even closer together. The tender action made him smile soppily, his heart flowing over with affection for his girl. Softly his hand slid on top of hers, pulling it up to his chest where he brought it to rest above his heart. The heart she held, his one and only, his forever.
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Can I please request Kagami, Riko, Kasamatsu, Takao and Hanamiya and what would be their favourite way to receive affection from their S/O? I wanna know what makes them soft and loved hehehehe 😳💕
A/N: You have no idea how happy it makes me that 3 out of 4 of my favorites are in this ask. (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡ I hope you don't mind, this kind of turned into a 'what is their love language' post, which I think fits the bill.
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Kagami: As someone who is constantly on the move, thoughts of bettering his game always on his mind, Kagami doesn't often take time to just sit back and relax. So when you force him to sit down on the couch, standing behind him as your fingers dig into those aching muscles on his shoulders, he often finds himself both physically and mentally melting at your touch. One of his love languages is acts of service, so just knowing he has you to take care of his needs that he neglects so often has him murmuring his thanks.
"I really needed this," he'd mumble, tilting his head in an attempt to place a grateful kiss on your working hands. "You're the best, ____."
Riko: Most people, at first glance, would not realize that Riko is as sentimental as she is. Whether it be pictures or trinkets, a plethora of memories line the walls of her room. So it's not necessarily an action that you do that gives her butterflies, but the gifts that she receives from you. It doesn't matter how big or small they are, whether they were bought with your money or found on the sidewalk, or whether they were well thought out or completely random. She kept every single one, a soft smile on her face as she replayed the memories.
"Remember this thing?" She'd point at an old, wrinkly note with bleeding ink; you'd asked her out with it. "I'm keeping it forever."
Kasamatsu: It doesn't matter that you two have been dating for years at this point; there are still moments where Kasamatsu finds himself flustered beyond belief in your presence. It honestly makes him feel stupid and like less of a man. So when you reassure him with your words that, yes, you like the blush that often adorns his cheeks and yes, the quick stutter that leaves his lips is cute to you... Well, it has him flustering more, but it also has his breath catching and his heart pounding from the adoration he feels for you.
"Sh-shut up," he'd grumble. Though it didn't go unnoticed be either of you that the words lacked his usal bite and he was smiling.
Takao: It's no secret that Takao's love language is physical touch. Whether it be walking close enough for your shoulders to bump, tangling his fingers with yours, or pressing chaste pecks to your cheeks, he always has to have that little bit of skin contact. However, he's usually the one initiating it. So those rare moments where you initiate contact, surprising him by nuzzling into his neck or pressing sweet kisses to his lips, he's absolutely overjoyed. Careful though, because he will definitely be begging you for more.
"Come on, ____," he'd whine, pointing at his pout where you had pressed your lips against his. "I need another one for good measure!"
Hanamiya: He's not stupid -- quite the contrary, he's actually a genius -- so Hanamiya is well aware of the fact he is not a pleasant person to be around usually. Even you weren't safe from his biting snark, taunting sarcasm, and superiority complex. So in those moments where all he wants to do is quietly sink into a chair with a book or lie somewhere soft for a nap, he really appreciates that you choose to spend that time with him. It makes him feel loved that, despite his usually sour attitude, you want to stay by his side.
"Come here," he'd drawl, lifting an arm so you could tuck yourself against his side as he lounged on the couch. "I want you closer."
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My Heart Beats For You (6) - s. todoroki
Warnings: emotional Todoroki, emotional Bakugo, emotional Deku, emotional Kirishima—basically a shit ton of emotions.
Pairing: shoto todoroki x fem!reader
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Previously: “This is gonna be a long spring break.” Bakugo mumbles, wiping his tears before cuddling into Kirishima’s side.
Present:
One Month; it has been one month since you entered a coma, and you have yet to wake up.
Todoroki hasn’t left your side other than to shower (which he does at the hospital). He had his sister bring him clothes so he doesn’t have to leave. School has started back up, but Todoroki hasn’t gone back. Your mother makes trips down to the hospital cafeteria to grab the two of them a meal at meal time.
Izuku, Bakugo, and Kirishima visit you every day after school; telling you about their day. They’ve all tried to convince Todoroki to go back to school, telling him that you wouldn’t want him to obsess over you being OK. He always fights back with, “I’m going to be the first one she sees when she wakes up. I promised her I’d be by her side no matter the circumstances; you’re not going to catch me breaking my promise.”
During the month you’ve been in the coma, each of your fellow classmates have come to see you at least once; Uraraka more than others because she tags along with Izuku.
Even Aizawa and All Might have made time to come and visit you, giving condolences to your loved ones.
All Might coming to visit you really meant a lot to Izuku.
“Hey,” Bakugo says as he, Kirishima and Izuku enter your hospital room full of flowers and get well soon cards from fellow classmates.
“Hey,” Todoroki faintly says, looking up from the book in his hands. He reads to you every now and then.
“What is that?” Bakugo questions, sitting down on the couch and pulling Kirishima into his lap.
“[Your favorite book].” Todoroki says, placing the bookmark and closing the book. “It’s [y/n]’s favorite.” he looks at you with a sad smile.
“You read to her?” Kirishima says in awe, looking back at Bakugo. “Would you read to me if I was in a coma?”
“Tch, no,” Bakugo scoffs, causing Kirishima to frown. “You don’t read. What would I read to you? Our math text book?”
“Touché,” Kirishima chuckles lightly.
“Hello, guys,” Dr. Erika enters the room.
“Hey, Doc,” the four day in unison.
“I come with good news,” she says, her hands interlaced.
The four boys look at the doctor intently.
“[Y/n] brain scan came back this morning. We know now that she will wake up. We just don’t know when,” she says with a smile.
Todoroki looks at you, taking your hand in his. “I knew you were a fighter.” he smiles, happy tears in his eyes. He places a kiss to your forehead.
Dr. Erika exits the room.
“When she wakes up, she is not to leave any of our sites,” says Bakugo.
“We will all takes turns sleeping in her room until she is able to go back to school,” Kirishima says.
“None of you guys are to sleep in her room, I will,” says Todoroki.
“We’re not going to try anything, Icy Hot,” Bakugo scoffs. “For fucks sake, I’m dating Kirishima,”
“I’m her twin brother, what do you think I’m gunna do?” Izuku chuckles.
“Considering you couldn’t protect her last time, I don’t think you should.” says Bakugo, standing up and pushing Kirishima aside.
“Bakugo,” Kirishima gasps, looking at him in shock.
“Excuse me?” Izuku stands up. “I can protect her.” he clenches his fists.
“Guys,” Todoroki says, his eyes never leaving you.
“You didn’t even have to balls to talk to Kaji when you figured out he was beating her! I had to!”
“Guys,” Todoroki says a bit louder, this time getting Kirishima’s attention.
“You take that back, Kacchan!” Izuku raises his voice.
“You’ll always be her pathetic twin brother!”
“Can you guys stop arguing for one second?!” Kirishima shouts, gaining their attention. “She’s awake!”
To Be Continued . . .
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@deanscherry: for u, my love!!
My beloved Reece,
For all your claims of undying, unconditional love, I’m offended that you’d abandon me here in favour of your day to day capitalist routine.
I’ve not been labelled an enemy of the state as of yet, but do keep me in your thoughts. This new Asgard is a far cry from our previous kingdom.
I could get used to the cold - as usual it’s my brother that irritates me to no end. He’s stupid with happiness and Asgard would follow him anywhere - make wishes on the embers that fall from his golden skin. Or at least, that’s what the song says. I’ve been awarded no such pleasure, but I cannot blame my people for that. It’s an odd feeling to stand by his side - to remove my armour of defiance and commit myself to peace and unity.
Perhaps I’d be more comfortable if I weren’t forced to don all these Midgardian earth tones. I look a page straight out of one of those magazines in your doctors office (remind me to bring my own reading material next time.)
Do know, as much as I complain of your Midgardian lifestyle, I’d choose it a thousand times over. You’re as close to heaven I’ll ever reach, my darling.
Deaf to the clashing of blades and war, I’ve been spending more time in my own head than I’d ever like to again. It’s a rather dark place, you see. I have seen wars fought and men slain for the love of women, and never once understood what passion could drive such action. To live even a month in your absence has cured me of such ignorance. I hope it will come as no shock to you that I’d burn cities to ash to see you smile.
I listen for you everywhere; the sound of your laugh and the way you say my name like nobody else does. If it weren’t for how much I miss you, I‘d resent the man you’ve made me into. My talents have been reduced solely to waxing poetic about your touch; your kiss.
When I told you I’d stand with you in life and death, I hadn’t anticipated fate’s partiality to suffering. It’s my intention to give us a chance at the former soon.
I adore you, till the oceans cease to tide.
Loki.
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we all know that Seirin doesn't have a manager, but what if they actually secretly DID have one? the manager was only ever in contact with Riko, as they felt more at ease working behind the scenes, and the team only finds out much later about this arrangement. the second years are like "?? we've had a manager this whole time?" and the first years are all "is it a girl? is she cute??" while Riko's being all smug and secretive
A/N: First post of a new era!
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“Who are you texting?”
Riko squeaked a bit, fumbling with her phone as she tried to hide the screen against her chest. It was too late however and Hyuuga, who had been peering over her shoulder, had already spotted the nickname of her contact – Manager-chan <3.
He furrowed his brows, a single finger pushing the bridge of his glasses up his nose as he fixed a glare on Riko. “Wait, we have a manager now? Since when? Isn’t this supposed to be something you discuss with your team’s captain?”
“Not really,” Riko responded with a shrug, her free hand moving up to shove Hyuuga’s face away from hers. “As coach, all decisions I make for the team overrule yours.” Her statement was punctuated with her tongue sticking out at him. With her thumb, she pressed on the side button of her phone, shutting off the screen so he could no longer pry.
Hyuuga’s lips pressed into a thin, annoyed line. “Well, where are they then? Practice started over an hour ago. Shouldn’t a manager be, I don’t know, watching over us?”
Riko was about to retort with another sarcastic comment, but her words were interrupted by Koganei’s curious, “Wait, we have a manager?” She sighed, knowing that the little secret she had been keeping for well over a year was finally coming to light.
She’d have to apologize to you later for being so careless.
Koganei’s voice had carried throughout the gymnasium, his question bouncing off the polished floors and hard walls. Soon enough, Riko found herself surrounded by half the team, their eyes full of curiosity and their mouths full of questions. Who was this mysterious manager? When did they start? Were they coming to practice today? Had they watched any of their matches?
“Wouldn’t you guys like to know,” Riko snarked, interrupting the onslaught of questions she was receiving. She intended to keep your secret for as long as possible, the team’s curiosity be damned. “And no, they won’t be coming to practice today. Or ever.”
This answer only earned her more questioning gazes.
“Kind of hard to manage a team you haven’t actually met,” Hyuuga mumbled, arms crossed over his chest. He quirked a brow at Riko, his look of annoyance shifting to one of disbelief. “How are they supposed to do their job?”
“We’ve gotten a lot of practice matches in with a variety of other schools, haven’t we?” At Hyuuga’s slow nod, Riko continued, “Well, that’s all because of them. They handle more of the business and paperwork side of the team while I get to deal with you guys. It’s not a conventional way of doing it, but they prefer to stay anonymous.”
“Ah, a shy manager,” Izuki guessed.
This got the guys buzzing once again. More than a few of them flushed at the thought, color dusting their cheeks as imaginative images of a bashful manager hiding behind a clipboard filled their minds. More questions spilled from them, curious voices filling the gymnasium instead of squeaking sneakers. Practice had come to a halt, more of the team catching on to the interesting conversation at hand. Was she a first year or a second year? Did she ask to be the manager or was she roped into it?
Was she cute?
“I said nothing about the manager being a girl!” The huffed out response from Riko had the guys deflating. “Now get back to practice, we’re wasting daylight!”
The shrill sound from Riko’s whistle pierced their ears, drowning out the grumbling voices as the guys slowly made their way back onto the court. Riko nodded, satisfied with their quick departure. After checking behind her shoulders for more prying eyes, she pulled out her cellphone once the coast was clear.
‘Sorry, the guys know they have a manager now, but they don’t know it’s you.’ She sent the text off quickly. Then, as an afterthought, she added, ‘Maybe it’s time you met them?’
When no response was received within a few minutes, Riko merely shrugged. Placing her cellphone back in her pocket, she turned her attention back to their current practice. You’d answer her eventually.
She hoped you’d say yes to her request.
Later that day, as practice had ended and the team had packed up to leave, some of the team found their curiosity taking hold once more. It was hard to let go of the thought that they’d had a mysterious manager working in the background all along. Some of them half expected it to be a joke – some kind of prank Riko was pulling that wasn’t all that funny to anyone but her.
“Who do you think the manager is?” Furihata asked as the first years slowly trailed after the second years outside the gym. “Do you think they’re actually a girl?”
“I hope so,” Fukuda responded. Thoughts of having someone cute always on the sidelines during practice were filling his brain. He wondered if they were anything like Touou’s manager.
“Man, I don’t care,” Kagami drawled. One of his arms was up, a hand picking at his ear. The other had a basketball tucked neatly between his elbow and his side. His fingers twitched, already thinking of the next practice match this secret manager would eventually schedule. “As long as they keep getting us games to play. That’s all that matters.”
“Yeah, maybe to you,” Fukuda deadpanned. He leaned forward as he walked, looking past Kagami to quirk a brow at the team’s blue haired shadow. “What about you, Kuroko? Got any ideas on who the manager might be?”
Kuroko blinked, answering Fukuda’s question with a noncommittal shrug. It was enough of an answer to have his teammate sighing, relenting to the fact that nobody seemed to have any clue who the manager might be.
Of course, Kuroko would never say that he’d started to notice a familiar face in the crowd at every game they attended. He’d never mention that he’d spotted Riko chatting intently with another student, handing them off papers he knew contained their player statistics. And he’d definitely never talk about the time he’d bumped into you exiting the gymnasium after school in a hurry, desperate to leave before the team could arrive.
You wanted to stay anonymous, after all.
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Can I request how GoM+Rakuzan would react to Akashi having an older sister figure/older female cousin who treats him like any younger brother (bullies him a lot, defends him from others, fusses over his stupid bangs)? I was thinking someone like Kobayashi Rindō from Shokugeki no Soma.
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A/N: Not me literally having to go through all my old posts just to figure out how to write for the Rakuzan boys again...
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Kuroko: Somehow your presence always managed to make Akashi seem more human – more like an average teenager, rather than the athletic monster he was. Kuroko couldn’t decide whether this was a good thing or a bad thing.
But then, one day, you had stared at the both of them side by side, your eyes widening by a fraction as your gaze bounced between red and blue hair. “You guys look pretty similar,” you commented, walking up to the both of them to ruffle their hair simultaneously. The force behind your hand nearly knocked Kuroko to the ground.
Being compared to Akashi was annoying. From that day forward, Kuroko decided that your presence was a bad thing.
Kise: Due to your familial relationship with him, picking on Akashi was easy. But picking on Kise was even easier.
“Akashicchi, ____-san is being mean to me again,” Kise whined, doing his best to hide behind the shorter male. It did nothing to deter you from shooting a devilish grin in his direction. “Look! She looks like she’s enjoying bullying me!”
In reality, Kise should have been the one to handle your teasing remarks best; he had older sisters after all. But in actuality, he often found himself scampering away from your relentlessness. If this is what he had to deal with on the rare occasion you followed Akashi to the gymnasium, he felt sorry for the redheaded male over what he had to deal with back home.
Aomine: You ticked Aomine off to no end. The first time you’d yanked at his ear, telling him off for ignoring one of Akashi’s requests, he swore he’d find a way to get the best of you. It didn’t matter to him that you were a girl. It didn’t matter to him that you were his senior. He wanted to wipe that aggravating sneer off your face.
“You better actually be listening and not sleeping during practice,” you had nagged one day, despite the fact Akashi had told you your reprimand wasn’t required. “Or else you’re gunna have hell to pay for ignoring Seijurou like that.”
He’d called you an old hag in response, an insult that had you yanking on his ear harder in anger. That ticked off feeling he often had while you were around? Yeah, that was mutual now.
Midorima: The first time you had been introduced to Midorima, he had been playing a game of shogi with Akashi. You’d walked up behind the Rakuzan captain, ruffling his hair like he was just a small child. The fact that Akashi had let you, simply fixing the strands after your hand left his head, had Midorima in mild shock.
Then you moved on to ruffling Midorima’s hair, the action so strong that it had knocked his glasses off kilter. From that point forward, he did his best not to be in your immediate vicinity, irked by your brash actions.
And you did your best to always seek him out in a crowd, adding Akashi’s green haired friend to your ever growing list of teenagers to annoy.
Murasakibara: He’d seen the way you fussed over Akashi, making sure he was well hydrated throughout practice and that nothing was ailing him. It was like he was a baby and you were a doting mother. That comment, accidentally said out loud, had earned Murasakibara the ire of Akashi for several weeks and had earned you a spot of Murasakibara’s shit list.
Then one day you had sat beside him on the courtside bench, a long strip of sugary fruit leather dangling from your lips and even more tucked neatly away in a plastic bag. He stared – he stared a lot – and imagined the way those sugary crystals would taste on his tongue.
When you lifted the bag in his direction, silently offering him one without tearing your eyes away from the court, Murasakibara decided that you weren’t all that bad.
Akashi: You were his family, his flesh and blood, his confidant. And as those things, he had an obligation to himself to love you. But that didn’t mean you couldn’t annoy the heck out of him.
He didn’t favor your more rambunctious moods, finding them unbecoming and more than a little aggravating, especially when they were at his own expense. Not that anyone else could ever tell he was in a sour mood behind his well practiced smile.
It was the other days that always had Akashi viewing you through a different light. When you backed up something he’d say or stand up to a stranger who had so much as looked at him wrong, he was reminded that your bond was something more than irksome teasing. And he was reminded that it wasn’t actually out of obligation; he actually did love you.
Mibuchi: Out of everyone, Mibuchi seemed to be the one teammate you could get along with the best. His maturity and tendency to treat Akashi well and with respect had him on your good side almost immediately. More often than not, it was actually Mibuchi who was defending Akashi from you while you attempted to smother and dote on him.
“____-san, I think Akashi’s hair looks fine today. It’s probably best it looks natural for now,” he commented as you fussed over the redhead’s bangs, brushing them out of his eyes with your hand. They were taking pictures for a local magazine that day.
“It’ll look fine when I say it’s fine,” you retort, ignoring the way Akashi seemed to stare into your soul with contempt as you gelled back his strays.
Nebuya: There were two things you had in common with Nebuya, the first being your deep respect for Akashi and the second being the boisterous way you both seemed to fill the air with your laughter. It made it easy for him to get along with you, so he often found himself looking forward to your arrival when Akashi announced you’d be visiting for some time.
Though he often found himself conflicted when the source of your laughter was a teasing remark thrown in Akashi’s direction. They never seemed to fluster the Rakuzan captain, but they sure as hell made Nebuya think twice before he laughed along with you.
Sometimes he wondered if you were purposefully trying to get him in trouble every time you tried to rope him into one of your mischievous moods.
Hayama: “Oh, come on, it’s okay to laugh!” You slapped a hand onto Hayama’s shoulder, a grin thrown in his direction. You had just made a joke – at Akashi’s expense – and honestly, Hayama had found it hilarious.
There was just one problem with that: the pointed look that Akashi was giving him said that if Hayama dared to so much as chuckle, he’d be finding himself doing solo laps around the court.
Hayama both loved and hated whenever you were around. Loved, because it was funny seeing someone tease Akashi relentlessly without finding themselves as the bottom of a ditch. Hated, because it was almost always guaranteed he would be doing extra workouts when he inevitably began guffawing at your jokes.
Mayuzumi: It was hard to tell behind the blank stare Mayuzumi had on his face most of the time, but he found great amusement in the way you treated Akashi. It felt like you were knocking him down a peg, even if the redhead barely gave you any indication of his annoyance. It was like he was nothing but a simple a child to you – and to you, Mayuzumi was right.
“Wait, hold on Seijurou, you have something on your cheek.” When you licked at your thumb before swiping the digit across Akashi’s skin, Mayuzumi swore he almost broke.
He had to avert his gaze quickly, knowing that Akashi would sense he was staring and would likely return the look with a menacing one of his own. But still… When he stole a second glance and saw you now pinching Akashi’s cheeks, he had to walk away to hide a snicker.
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Custom [A Kasamatsu/Reader Drabble]
Had this drabble in my mind and thought I would share. Would people be interested if I posted some of my random headcanons from time to time?
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Kasamatsu could feel your eyes on him and, despite the fact the two of you had been in a relationship for quite some time now, he felt the attention was nerve-wracking. He could already feel the prickling of embarrassment on the back of his neck. He pried his eyes of his cellphone for a moment, glancing up in your direction toward the other end of the couch – the two of you had been lounging; it was a lazy day.
When his steely grays met your eyes, Kasamatsu heard you squeak as a small grin broke out on your lips. You threw your gaze back down to the console in your hands, the grin still on your face as you lifted it up as a makeshift shield. He kept staring until you eventually peered back at him, a snicker leaving your lips when you saw him still looking.
“What are you doing?” His question had come out grunted as he shifted to sit upright on the couch. Kasamatsu leaned closer toward you, trying to catch a glimpse of your screen. Before he could catch what you were doing, you pulled the console closer to your chest. He quirked a brow. “Okay, now I’m really curious.”
“It’s nothing important, really,” you tried to reassure behind an amused smile. You were still holding the console close enough to hide your screen, but for a quick second you glanced back down at it before meeting his gaze once more.
The corner of Kasamatsu’s lip twitched up into a minute smirk. “I don’t believe you.” This time as he shifted on the couch, he moved to hover over you, trapping you against the arm rest with both of his arms to either of your side. He pushed his head closer to yours, ignoring your protests that he’d find what you were doing stupid. “No I won’t. Come on, let me see.”
It didn’t take you long to finally relent, tilting the screen just enough that Kasamatsu could finally catch a glimpse. His eyes fell onto your screen – it was upside down for him – and he noted the game you were playing. It was that cutesy life sim you had been obsessed with for weeks, catching virtual bugs and entering virtual fishing tournaments all while chatting with your various virtual animal neighbors. You were currently talking with what appeared to be a very grunge looking wolf, but it wasn’t the animal sprite that had caught Kasamatsu’s attention.
“Is that…” He felt that prickle of embarrassment again as his eyes stayed glued onto your avatar. He twisted around a bit to get a better view. “Is that supposed to be me?”
Your gentle laugh that followed forced the heated flush from his neck and up onto his cheeks. As you turned the console screen so he could get a better view, Kasamatsu noted all the detail you had put into your character’s design. You’d picked a hairstyle as close to his as possible, taking your mimicry as far as customizing a familiar pair of eyebrows. Even the clothing your character wore, a nostalgic set of blue and white branded by the number four, had been detailed enough to immediately recognize. Somehow, you’d even managed to paste a scowl onto your character’s face.
“Never mind, it is stupid,” Kasamatsu grunted as he pushed off the arm rest of the couch. He fell back onto his side with a huff, pulling out his phone once more to scroll through his feed. He tried his best to hide the red blush on his face as you snickered at his obvious embarrassment.
Later that night, as he walked passed you behind the couch, he caught another glimpse of your console screen. You had switched your character back to looking more like you, but it was still wearing that customized shirt that looked an awful lot like his old jersey.
He wondered if he could find it in the recesses of his closet, knowing for you sure that you’d look a thousand times better in it in real life.
#divider by @skylightlantern#kasamatsu#kasamatsu x reader#kasamatsu yukio#admin neon totally made a kasamatsu avatar in animal crossing#made the jersey the eyebrows and everything#proceeded to mad react at everything
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Ranch Hand: Chapter 3
Farmer!Veteran!Bucky Barnes X Teen!Reader (Small town and Farmer AU)
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Series summary: You ran away from your nightmare of a family, you found a small town, population 200. In this town you meet a retired army veteran turned farmer who hires you as farm hand. Only mystery will you two be able overcome your pasts together.
Chapter Summary: A week working for bucky, and Steve isn't as welcoming to you as his friends is.
Series Warnings: Mentions nightmares, Child abuse, mental abuse, physical abuse, war, swearing, mentions death by cancer, mentions of alcohol and illegal substance abuse. please tell me if you see anymore!!! But do so politely please.
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Divider: @skylightlantern
A/n: It's short sorry I forgot to write it until last night lol.
Steve parked his truck by Bucky's. He quickly noticed you struggling to carrying a bale of hay. He made his way over.
"Here let me get it." Steve asked reaching for it.
"No I got it." You refused.
"I insist," Steve said grabbing it from you. You just let you arms fall in defeat before directing him to where Bucky had told you to put the hay that just got delivered. Bucky was inside preparing sandwiches for lunch. Also getting you lemonade since it was quite hot today.
"Thank you." You said with a smiled.
"Your quite welcome kiddo. So do you have any siblings?" He asked trying to make conversation.
"No but I have a step sister. She lives with her mom though." You told him. Your step sister, Meghan was really nice, you two were close but her dad lost all custody for her a few months ago. She was lucky, she was free form the hell that was her dad and your mom. Now you were too, though probably not for long.
"Oh okay. Where's bucky?" Steve asked you.
"Inside."
"Okay." He nodded before walking inside leaving you to your job. You went back to stacking the hay while Steve and Bucky talked inside.
"Somethings off about her." Steve started walking in.
"Off about who?" Bucky asked his bestfriend.
"Y/n."
"Your the one that wanted me to hire her." Bucky rolled his eyes.
"Yeah so we can figure out what she's hiding." He said as thought it was the most logical answer.
"Nope if it was our business she wouldn't be hiding it." Bucky insisted.
"Oh so you aren't curious?"
"A little but it's not our business." Bucky said handing Steve a sandwich before he opened the window and hollered for you.
"Whatever, I'm still gonna try to figure it out though." Steve said right before you walked in.
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"Hey kid do you want a ride home?" Steve offered. He had stayed at the farm bullshiting with Bucky and grabbing wood bucky was giving to him. It was from a tree that fell in the wood. Half was stacked up for a fire and Steve got the rest to make shit out of.
"No thank you." You said as you adjusted your bag.
"Are you sure it's late."
"Yeah I'm sure. Bye Mr. Rogers, Bye Bucky." You assured. You got on your bike and hurried down the driveway.
"Steve let it go man." Bucky told him.
"I just have a bad feeling." Steve said. "Well I better get home now bye Buck."
"Bye punk."
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A/n: I don't like Ford so all the trucks I mention in the series will more than likely be Chevys because they're the OG. (Sorry not sorry ford drivers. Also I'm exclusively talking about ford trucks.)
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