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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ❝ [IN THIS HOUSE OF MINE] ❞ — a 'cuz you're a natural sequel ; MDNI!
pairing: aaron hotchner x rossi!reader.
summary: he vowed not to make a move on you, he never promised not to reciprocate yours.
content warnings: yeah this one's smutty. fingering. oral (f! receiving). unprotected p in v. foul language. age-gap if you read part one. not proof read. 18+. MDNI.
word count: 1,6k.
a/n: i'm not a smut writer, hotch just fucks up my brain chemistry.
it's late when aaron gets home, you shouldn't know that because you shouldn't be there. you had made him the favor of watching over jack while jessica had some medical appointments. you didn't mind, jack was a good boy and the house smelled like hotch. he told you it was only for a few hours and as soon as she picked jack up, you could leave.
but you didn't, you stayed, and you waited. and almost scared him to death as he noticed the front door unlocked, hand going straight for his gun, a loud sigh of relief when he noticed it was just you. "why're you still here? it's late."
you kneed on the couch, looking at him as he put his keys and suitcase over the table. "want me to make an excuse? lie?" you ask, completely straightforward, the time for the little games, the hunt, the flirting... put behind you the moment he showed you interest weeks before. you were just waiting for the right moment, and there it was, presented to you on a silver platter.
he wasn't necessarily speechless, but rather weighting his options, debating the outcomes of each of his answers. he vowed to himself to not make a move on you, to not act on it. but there you were, on his house, knees to his couch, eyes glued on him. he glances your lips for few seconds, licking his own in the process. "i don't do lies."
now you're the one thinking about your answer, how crass should you be? should you tell him you're there still because you want to see him? to touch him? to hear him? or should you be a bit more daring? show him you're not playing games...
he's still some steps away from you, you're still in control, your voice won't crack, you're breathing completely fine, so you decide to use that in your favor while you can, going for the last option, "i'm still here because i want you to fuck me."
aaron is a bit taken aback by the weight of your choice of words, but he's still him, so he only sighs, his thumb and middle finger going to his eyes, as if he was dealing with some sort of nuisance and not a gorgeous, fun and bold young woman ready to give him everything he craves and needs so much.
his hesitance should stop you, but it makes you feel like a fucking winner. he could've denied you right away. he could've been shocked, appalled. but he was neither and that makes you get out of the couch, closing the distance between your body and his, your glance up to him was challenging, defiant almost. "agent hotchner, you don't do lies. tell me you don't want this and i'll leave."
is he more aroused by the way you call him agent or by the fact he just doesn't know if you're bluffing or not? aaron's not sure, but he's been so starved of the sort of attention you're giving him and he's so tired he can't fight his hunger anymore, he pushes you to the nearest wall as his reply, one of his hands pulls one of your legs up, placing it around his waist, the other pulls your lips to him by your neck.
the kiss is rough, harsh, he easily dominates you with it, stealing pants from you that it usually takes men a lot more to get, but you're not about to give him all the control, you were the one to go after him after all, so you sink your teeth to his bottom lip until you feel the taste of metal and aaron moans, breaking the kiss to throw his head back, his cock hardening against his clothes. against you.
not that he was expecting you to be completely submissive under his touch, but your boldness was a surprise that apparently kept on giving, you pushed him off of you, walking slowly towards his bedroom as you took each piece of clothing you were wearing off of your body, making a trail of it he gladly followed.
by the time you both get to his bedroom, only your panties are left and you lay on his bed, offering yourself for him to take. aaron loudly groans, his shoes and his pants following the fate of your own before hovering your body, knee between your thighs giving you the friction you so desperately need. he should ask if you're sure about this, he should remind you of the consequences this could entail. he's usually so much better than this, so much more careful, but the second your hips move trying to get more from him and the moan escapes your throat the only words that leave his are not even close to what he should, "gonna be the death of me, dear." you're glad he still has his shirt and tie on as you pull him to you with it, leaving to him to set up the pace of the kiss.
it was messy and greedy, his tongue took turns between exploring your mouth and leaving trails of saliva in between your shoulders and your chin, his hands were not much better, from your breasts to your waist, from your waist to your thighs and back to your breasts, rubbing your nipple harshly, making you squirm under him.
it doesn't take long for him to get you out of your last piece of clothing, his shirt and tie along with it, you sigh in disappointment, he could've left the tie, but you can't dwell on it much when he makes you fold your legs and gives your folds that first slow, torturous swipe of his tongue. your back arches and your hips buckle as he works you up, you find the only way to keep your body steady is to tug on his hair and grip on the pillow behind your head.
he's good, oh, he's so good, you can't even praise him properly, your brain going completely numb with pleasure, your voice being able to only whine his name and ask him for more, please, and he's not denying you anything as he inserts his thumb on your already slick hole, his tongue not leaving your clit, only changing paces and movements until he noticed which one made you writhe the most, your moaning getting more high pitched as you felt that known feeling of impending orgasm forming.
aaron replaces his thumb with his middle finger and his tongue with his thumb, wanting to be closer to you, looking deep inside your eyes as you came undone for him, he kept his pace, observing your reactions, the way your hips moved trying to close your thighs on him, how your hands gripped the sheets. a thought of something he hasn't felt in a while passes through him and he tells you to move your hand to his shoulder, to his back. "mark me." it's a demand, and you gladly oblige, sinking your nails to his flesh, scratching him and using his skin as an anchor as you started seeing white, the fastest and hardest orgasm a man has ever given you.
he helps you ride your high down, only moving his hand away when you were overstimulated by it, he sucks on his middle finger first and then inserts his thumb in your mouth so you can do the same, "got what you stayed for?" he teases, and your hands go straight to his boxers, pulling it down so you can touch his stiff cock, already glistening with his precum.
"not yet, agent." your thumb barely touches his tip and he's sighing, eyes closed and lips between his own teeth to hold himself. he wants to push your head, feel your defiant mouth around him, but he hopes for another time as he takes your hand off of him, quickly and awkwardly getting his boxers completely out of his body.
aaron positions himself between your legs, tapping your thigh as a command so you wrap them around his waist, he pumps himself two more times and shoved his cock into you, fully, no warning, earning a gasp from your lips and more scars on his back. it takes a second for you to adjust but it's not painful, sooner than he expects you're using your legs to push him deeper, to move.
you purposefully clench around his length, wanting nothing more than to see his face contort in pleasure, the pleasure you're giving him. even if it causes him to last less, you want him to lose it, to throw his self control out the window.
he's about to tell you that he won't last if you keep doing it, but he sees your intentions clear as day by the lust in your eyes, your lips parted observing how gorgeous he looked panting, sweating for you. it makes him pick up his pace, faster and hitting harder that spot that makes you cry out his name, touching your forehead with his as he reached for his own peak. letting out a low lingering fuck as he did so, the way his pubes hit your clit along with his pace enough to tip you over the edge once more that night.
normally he would offer a bath once he's out of you, his seed dripping to your thighs, but he's too tired and sleepy so he just pulls you into his arms, his face nuzzling into your neck. you don't complain, wanting to enjoy this moment of proximity, hoping it wouldn't be the last.
aaron hopes the same.
#lari writes sometimes#aaron x reader#aaron x you#aaron hotch x reader#aaron hotch x you#aaron hotch imagine#aaron hotchner x reader#aaron hotchner x you#aaron hotchner imagine#criminal minds x reader#hotch x reader#hotch x you#hotch imagine#hotch scenario#aaron hotchner smut#hotch smut#aaron hotch smut
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more jessie pls bby 🙏
in honour of more jflem news lets write some ANGST AHAHAHA
moving on j.f
plot: Jessie tells you she's leaving chelsea
warning angst
You could tell something was wrong with Jessie. She was spending more time on the phone which you assumed was her family as they missed her from the Christmas break but usually they would also ask to talk to you so when you texted her sister she said that they've only been texting.
You were getting slightly worried as your girlfriend wasn't telling you who was on the phone.
You were all at training, you were partnered with Niamh as you kicked the ball to each other. "You know how my last relationship went Niamh" you groaned and the English girl nodded "Jessie is not the type to cheat, she is so in love with you it's gross"
"Then why isn't she telling me who she's on the phone with 24/7?" you complained and the girl shrugged "Do you know what they talk about?" she asked and you shook your head "She always moves to another room in the house whenever they call" you explained.
Niamh furrowed her eyebrows "Have you ever thought that it could be her agent?" she asked softly as her eyes turned to Jessie who was talking to Emma on the sidelines.
"I- I don't know" you admitted as your heart started to beat faster "she would tell me if she wanted to move" you paused "wouldn't she?"
Niamh looked down at her feet "I mean she doesn't play as much as she used to" she said and your breaths felt quicker "but she would still tell me I mean I'm her girlfriend"
Niamh looked back at you, noticing your nerves, and walked to you, placing her hand on your shoulder "Hey we could be reading this wrong" she told you "she could just be calling her Canadian team mates" she tried to reassure you.
You both watched as Jessie excused herself from her and Emma's conversation to pick up her phone that had started ringing.
"Yeah because she can get out of training to call her teammates" you scoffed.
You were quick to get out of training, waiting at Jessie's car with your arms crossed and foot tapping whilst you thought.
You would be fine if she left Chelsea for more gametime, well maybe not Arsenal but it's what she deserved.
She had friends at Liverpool from UCLA they would look after her there.
but still... why didn't she tell you.
Jessie finally made her way to the car with a smile, her hair out and brushed back which usually you would run your hands through immediately.
"hey" she smiled, kissing your cheek before headig to the drivers seat, you froze as she sat down.
Was she this calm about keeping a secret from you.
You bit your tongue on the way home as the car filled with uncomfortable silence. It wasn't until Jessie parked when your short fuse had exploded.
"Are you leaving Chelsea?" you whispered as Jessie went to open the door, she stopped moving whilst you asked the question, leaning back into her seat with a sigh.
"I-I" she stuttered "You can just say yes Jess," you told her "People have been offering for me" she admits "Explains all the phone calls" You deadpanned.
"I wanted to tell you" she said softly and you scoffed "when?, when you played your first game there, I don't mind that your leaving to another club, it won't affect our relationship we're still going to be here and-"
"It's the Portland Thorns" Jessie cut you off.
Your head spun to your girlfriend "oh" was all you said.
Portland Thorns.... in the NWSL....in America....four hours away from you.
"How much?" you asked "what?" Jessie said "How much are they paying you?" you asked, your voice hard
"250,000 dollars" she whispered, her hands lifting up to grip the steering wheel harder.
You scoffed at the information "that's really good Jess" you whispered and the brunette nodded "I said no" she revealed and you furrowed your brows "why?" you asked
"I saw you at training with Niamh and-"
"This is because of me?" you asked, shocked at her words "I don't want to leave you y/n" she stated and you crossed your head "Jessie, this is an amazing opportunity for you and not to put it lightly you're not getting the time you deserve"
"If I work harder then-" "No Jessie you know that's not how Emma works" you cut the girl off as uncomfortable silence grew again in the car.
If it was for her career she had to do it, you loved her that much.
"You need to go and play there," you told her and she sat still "I love you y/n, I don't want to lose you, long-distance never lasts and we don't know how long I'll be there for if I go," she said.
You didn't say anything, you just got up and made your way into the house.
Her dream was to become a world wide name in soccer.
You were holding her back.
Jessie came in not too long after you, her hands in her hair "Do you want me to go?" she asked and you looked down, not answering her "I love you so much y/n I'll stay if you love me too, please be honest"
You wanted her to stay.
You wanted her to to be in your bed every night, cuddling you.
You sat still, preparing yourself to look into her eyes which you knew had tears pouring from them.
When you looked up your heart dropped.
"I don't" you whispered "I honestly don't love you enough Jessie," you said sternly as the girl looked away, as she did you wiped the tear that had fallen under one of your eyes.
"okay," she muttered, "I guess I'll go then".
Months later you sat next to Sam as she and Kristie invited you over for dinner and a movie.
"I never asked this but" Sam started "Jessie told me what happened and how you guys broke up" "Sam!" Kristie warned and you sighed "it's fine" you told her.
"I just told her what she needed to hear but I wasn't being honest with her".
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hello!
Could I maybe request a male reader x Aaron hotchner where r is a total ball of sunshine and the complete opposite of Aaron but he use to be in the army and as a result he lost his arm, so he has a prosthetic.
basically, he’s meeting Aaron’s teammates for the first time and their shocked that Aaron is dating someone so sweet and are again shocked when they find out he use to be a military man? Cause he doesn’t seem like the type considering his personality?
thank you :D
Hey Anon! Sorry for me taking absolutely too long to post this. You probably even forgot that you requested this.💀
AARON HOTCHNER X ex SOLIDER MALE READER
Aaron waits on the edge of the bed in deep thought while watching his boyfriend get dressed. "Aaron? Are you okay?" Y/n asks turning his body around facing his boyfriend.
"Yes. I'm just worried, but it's nothing." Aaron answers watching Y/n walk closer to him. "Is it about the dinner?" "Yes, but--" "Shhh. Don't worry about the dinner. It's nothing to stress about." Y/n says giving Aaron a light kiss on the forehead.
"But--" "No buts Aar. We have each other, so there's nothing going to be wrong at the dinner if we have each other back. So stop sitting on your ass and let's go!" Y/n cuts him off again before pulling Aaron off the bed.
"I'll go get jack!" Y/n tells him before walking out the room to go get the boy.
Aaron watches Y/n leave and takes a deep breath helping himself relax. "It's gonna be fine. We're gonna be fine." Aaron mumbles to himself before getting his keys and walks down stairs to the front door.
"Y/n! Make sure your arm is charged. You don't want it dying in the middle of dinner again." Aaron says watching Y/n come down stairs with his son in his arms. "You would never let that go." Y/n groans out rolling his eyes. "I can't it was our first date." Aaron bites back remembering how Y/n's prosthetic died right then they were gonna share their first kiss together.
"Right before I could finish the distance you pulled away like it was a mistake and I started to apologize, but you were just looking at your arm surprised. Then you look at me and say "My arm just died! What the hell!" Then we had just started at each other for a while---"
"Okay Aaron. I'm not trying to relive that humiliating moment." Y/n cuts him off with a giggle before helping jack put his shoes on.
"Everyone is ready?" Aaron asks earning a shout "yeah" from his son and a hum yes from Y/n. Aaron opens the front door letting Y/n pick up Jack and leave out the house.
Aaron looks around the house before leaving and shutting the door and locking it after him.
TIMESKIP at the restaurant.
As soon the small family reached outside the restaurant and stepped out of their car it was already an agent waiting for them. "Morgan. You didn't need to wait out here." Aaron says giving the male a small hug. "I know. I know, I just wanted to make sure you got here safe.
Jack wiggles out of Y/n's arms running to Morgan as fast as his little kid legs can carry him running into his arms hugging him. Y/n already felt out of place. Y/n watches the three of them act and his nerves begin to overcome him. Y/n wasn't scared just nervous. Derek looks over to Y/n giving him a bright smile before turning back around leading the family inside and into the restaurant.
"Found them!" Derek announces to the group who are already in their seats. All of their heads turn to greet Hotch and Jack, but with Y/n they'll give him a small smile and wave.
"Jesus..." Y/n mumbles to himself already feeling their little FBI eyes study him. "Hi everyone! Nice to meet you all." Y/n says finally deciding to act like himself shaking everyone's hand while exchanging their names. At the last agent Y/n puts his hand out smiling at them. "Hi my name is Y/n." "Penelope. Nice to meet you hun!" Penelope says with the biggest smile moving Y/n's hand out the way giving him a bone crushing hug.
The hug catches Y/n off guard a bit, but gives her a hug back with the same energy.
As everyone welcomes Y/n already treating him like family Y/n could feel someones eyes burning into his prosthetic arm. Y/n kept his prosthetic arm mostly stayed on his lap or side, but now he's flexing it showing off his "muscles." To Derek since Derek could tell Y/n was in great shape.
Y/n looks away from Derek moving his eyes to every single person on the table to figure out who the hell is staring at his arm so hard. It was Spencer. Y/n decided not to say anything only picking a fight if he voices the thoughts in his head.
Y/n begins to chat his head off with everyone. Every time he says something it would be with a smile. Y/n occasionally checks up on Aaron and Jack making sure they are comfortable and like their food. The team noticed everything about how Y/n acted his vibes were. He was such a sweet and kind person polar opposite of Aaron's cold and strict demeanor.
All the team was wondering "How the hell are these two dating." Or what Penelope is mostly thinking "How did Dark Vader and Rapunzel get together."
"Y/n, I have a personal question." Reid says catching Y/n's and the rest of the team's attention. Y/n had a burning feeling it was about his arm. A lot of people thought Y/n was spoiled and greedy for having a robotic arm. Y/n lets out a quiet sigh before saying.
"Yeah what is it?" with a smile on his face. "Why do you have a prosthetic."
"Oh well, because I lost my arm in war." Y//n answers simply knowing that he'll have to give more information. Y/n could tell everyone besides Jack and Aaron was shocked.
"What happened!" Emily asks choking on her drink a little.
"I saved some fellow soldiers. Someone had stepped on a land mine, so it was either someone take the hit or all die trying to run. I choose to the the bigger man and take it. Most would be dead or lose more than an arm, but I guess I had luck on my side that day. I got these great and cool medals for it." Y/n says still having the same smile on his face.
"But... I lost half of my stomach and some of my vision But I'm still alive and that's what it all matters."
"You don't look like and act like a military type kid." Rossi points out not trying to be rude.
"I know I get that a lot."
"Daddy! Tell us more stories!" Jack squeals happily remebering some of the kid version stories Y/n's past.
"Here we go." Aaron says with the largest smile he had in a while.
THE END
#criminal minds x male reader#aaron hotch hotchner#aaron hotchner x male reader#aaron hotch#x male reader#male reader#the bear club
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"I didn’t know whether to laugh or scream."
Siege and Storm- Chapter 15
Oh nein! Mal has issues! With consequences of his actions he should be grateful for, and his girl not sharing every waking thought with him, when her worst worries spring from his most hated topics- the Darkling and her role in politics.
And Alina once again feels responsible for his feelings.
Yeah, this would have a bit more weight, if Alina didn't do it only for appearances' sake. Or if she granted the position due to merit, not random pick of what she views as the lowest low. Or if she didn't continue speaking as if she were a narrator of wildlife documentary, describing a new species of animal that just appeared.
Not necessarily, but it's one of Alina's less far-fetched deductions.
Aleksander could've been aware of David's fascination with Morozova's work. He could've picked the most skilled in bonework or the one most experienced in forging amplifiers- they're supposed to be rare, so not many Fabricators will have that.
*mumbles* And somehow we're to believe this pragmatic man chose to follow Alina, because... ? She's the good one, or whatever?!
*chants* Double agent Kaminsky, double agent Kaminsky!
Alina: Why would you want to kill this man! How horrible! At least question him first!
She would make a delightful morally flexible character, if she were acknowledged as such, and embracing that quality.
Says who? Zoya?
He KeEpS mE So BuSy!
Saints, Alina, you can't believe everything people say about themselves!
Alina: I'm not sure my three months of training are enough, but I can do like two things with my powers, so let's focus on increasing them further AND on the mythical forbidden art that created my goal no. 1 in the first place. I bet nothing can go wrong...
Only signing? Not reading to get into picture? And who prepares them?!
Bureaucracy, baby!
Welcome to responsibility!
I would sympathize with Alina much more, if she showed genuine interest in those she doesn't know. If her motivation weren't merely "Do the opposite of (what I think) the Darkling did". I she truly believed in her own philosophy.
Shocking!
People forced to sit next to half-strangers they're not used to interact with, create unpleasant atmosphere!
My work experience considered- you're lucky there's no visible enmity- you could've made the wrong people sit next to each other and tableware could've ended up in wrong bodyparts.
Also: How is Nadia sitting next to Marie? I thought breaking up already existing friend groups was a point of this whole exercise.
They're not gifts, Nikolai. They're just your father's property, but let's remember the Darkling didn't wait for the Queen to request a specific one's service, and turned it into a gesture of his own thoughtfulness. Fuck his strategems!
Alina's misplaced sensibilities are incredibly frustrating.
She wants to lead Second Army, but not order them, not assign them tasks directly, because that would somehow make her a bad person, instead of efficient leader.
What if no one will volunteer? What if weak, incompetent Squallers will? You don't look at special assignment and think- Yeah, whoever wants to do it... You PICK the most capable person with both sufficient skills AND suitable personality.
Awwww!
Poor granny deserves an Oscar!
#Grishaverse#S&S Chapter 15#Alina Starkov#Second pseudoArmy#grishanalyticritical#Malyen Oretsev#Fedyor Kaminsky#Nikolai Lantsov#Baghra Morozova#self centred and paranoid#Siege and Storm#Grisha trilogy#V#books#quotes#Leigh Bardugo#anti Mal#anti Malina#anti Baghra
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Bayverse tmnt and bayverse transformers crossover x reader pt1
Note: This is set in 1987 so Charlie is here and the other transformers and i made it that we still have 2023 tech but it's still 1987 and in this AU Bumblebee never left Charlie and has a HQ near Charlie's house with the Autobots and that the Autobots are in New York City
Warning: kitchen knifes, long, might not make sense, grammar mistakes(English is not my first language)
Similar Friends....
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It's been a few months since you've worked with your alien friends. After stopping Shatter and Dropkick from hunting down Bumblebee, Bumblebee was able to contact The Autobots on earth where they made their base with the help of Agent Burns but eventually after a few weeks Y/N left the Autobots to try and live a normal life, of course Charlie stayed with Bumblebee and still gives Y/N updates every now and than and Y/N couldn't be happier
Soon she moved in with a girl named April, a reported. She's nice but usually disappears often and today is when you find out why
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March 12 1987:
After a long day of work Y/N came inside the apartment tired
Y/N got dressed and sat down on the couch, she realised Charlie's been calling. Y/N called back hopi she'll pick up. And Charlie does pick up
"Hey Charlie, sorry I missed your calls.." Says Y/N with an apologetic smile
"Oh don't worry about it... I was only calling because Optimus insisted that i needed to call you at least twice a week too make sure your still alive" Charlie says as she chuckles softly while Y/N rolls her eyes playfully at the Prime's protective antics
"Okay not gonna lie, that's pretty cute, tell him I said hi and that I'm ali-" Y/N was interrupted by April's window opening, but April isn't home yet
"N/N you okay?..." Charlie asked worriedly
"Y-Yeah.. Uhm I'll call you back..." Y/N says softly before hanging up and standing up
Y/N grabbed the near by kitchen knife as she slowly went inside April's room
As Y/N slowly approached April's closed door She heard a voice saying "Mikey we gotta go, April isn't home yet..."
Than another voice came
"Awh man... I wanted to show her my new bandana"
Than another one, but more raspy
"Well too bad dork she isn't here. Besides it looks the same as your old yellow one"
Than another one spoke, a more stern one
"Seriously guys, we gotta go... Master Splinter doesn't know we're here and if we're gone for too long we're going to get in trouble"
"What about my new bandana?!"
"Just leave it here dumbass! Than April will see it when she's back"
Y/N slowly opened the door only to see the window open and a yellow bandana on the bed but nothing else..
Y/N gently picked up the bandana with confusion little did she know that this isn't the last time she's going to be hearing these voices...
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March 14 1987;
It's been two days since that day Y/N hasn't told anyone about that day except for Charlie, and she didn't take it well
"So... Have you found out who those weirdos were?" Charlie asked through the video call
Y/N is sitting on the kitchen chair and her laptop was on the kitchen counter while April was sitting on the couch of the living room secretly listening to their conversation
"Nope.... But i think April knows them..." Y/N says as April's eyes widen as she realised who Y/N was talking about..
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March 20 1987;
Y/N is sitting on the couch before April came in
"Hey N/N.... So i overheard your conversation with your friend... And I'd like you too meet someone" April says nervously before opening her bedroom door reveling four giant turtles
Y/N was not expecting that and is definitely shocked but not freaked out, she's friends with giant alien robots so who she just judge
"U-Uhm... W-Who are you guys?.." Y/N asked as the red one groans knowing how his little brother is going to answer
"Well I'm glad you asked, Donatello over there in the purple, He's a technical genius who is technically a genius! Raphael over there in the red, He's like a big cuddly teddy bear... If big cuddly teddy bears were incredibly violent... This is Leonardo he's in the blue, fearless leader, silent but deadly! I'm Michaelangelo supporting my signature orange! I'm a triple threat. Brains, bronze and obviously a dazzling personality, Ladies like to call me Mikey!" The yellow one said who apparently is Michaelangelo or Mikey
"Are you done?" Asked Raphael irritated
"Yeah..." Mikey says
"Okay... U-Uhm.. I'm Y/N L/N, you can call me N/N.. Were you the one who left the yellow bandana?" Y/N asked as Mikey nods. Y/N grabbed her phone and texted Charlie that the Autobots should expect guests soon..
"How would you guys like too meet people like you? Well not like mutants... More like aliens?" Y/N says with a smile
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March 20 1987(Autobot HQ)
The turtles, April, and Y/N went inside the HQ and Y/N is instantly greeted by familiar faces, The Autobots. Since they were already informed about the turtles they aren't going to ask questions, not yet at least
"Hey guys.. Meet my other friends.." Y/N says nervously
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To be continued...
Tags for this series: @kairolee2004, @rae-iin
#transformers bayverse#x fem reader#transformers#ninja turtles#fem reader#x reader#crossover#tmnt#tmnt crossover#Transformers crossover
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Falling into you... Part- 2
Kate Bishop x Female Reader
Request - Modern High School Soulmate Kate finds her soulmate on the new high school kid. Reader is Daisy Johnson's cousin and came to live with her cousin and her uncle and aunt who are May and Coulson while her parents are away on business. Kate is in the high school archery club. Reader is good at mechanics and soccer. Reader could join the soccer and mechanics club. All the characters in The Avengers and Agents of the Shield are teachers or high school students.
May, Phil, and Daisy went to watch you play soccer. It's your first big game and you see them cheering for you. You got the ball and you start to run fast, they cheer for you louder. You kicked the ball hard and you scored, your teammates start to cheer and hug you. Daisy is very happy for you and she is cheering very loud for you. Then you hugged your friends and your team won the game.
“We are so proud of you, Y/n,” May said
She hugged you tight.
“We should go out and celebrate,” Phil said.
“Yeah, that will be cool. I will go change” You smiled.
Phil takes a picture of you and daisy together. You go to the locker room and they wait for you outside. Phil and May take you and Daisy to a restaurant, then you noticed Kate and she smiled at you. They all noticed it and Daisy starts to tease you.
“Go say hi to your girlfriend,” Daisy said.
“She isn't my girlfriend,” You said.
“Don’t you mean not yet?” Phil asked
“This is embarrassing,” You said.
“It’s cute. Next time, we should invite her” May said.
“Let’s order food, I'm starving,” You said.
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You always wanted to learn to do archery. Kate is teaching you how to hold a bow and arrow. Kate is touching your hands and you start to feel nervous. You haven't mentioned that she is your soulmate, you don't even know how to start the conversation about it. Kate is smiling at you and she is also feeling nervous being around you. You get ready to let go of the arrow but she said something that shocked you...
“Y/n, you are my soulmate! And I want to go to the dance with you!” Kate said very fast.
You did let go of the arrow but missed your target. The arrow hit the car windshield of Clint Barton.
“Who did this!?” Clint yelled.
“I-I have to go,” You said.
You gave her the stuff and start to run away. And Kate is speechless then she left to look for Yelena. You went to look for your cousin and you told her what happened.
“Go look for her and say yes to her, Y/n,” Daisy said.
“I panicked,” You said.
“I heard the rumors but it's funny. So, what are you going to do?” Daisy said.
“I-I... I guess I will take her to the school dance” you said.
“Aww, that's cute” Daisy smiled.
You went to Kate’s house and she opened the door.
“Hi, Y/n” Kate smiled.
“I am sorry, I got you in trouble and ran away, I panicked. I do want to go to the dance with you, Kate” You said.
You and Kate smiled at each other. She kissed your cheek and you can't stop smiling.
“Yeah, I will still go with you” Kate smiled.
“Cool,” You said.
✬ ✯ ✫ ✬
Kate went to pick you up. But May and Phil wanted to take pictures of you and Kate together.
“Girls, one more picture,” Phil said.
“Okay, the last one then we leave” You said.
You and Kate smiled for the picture.
“Y/n, I want you back home at midnight,” May said.
“Sucks, I have a curfew,” You said.
“Don’t push your luck. He will drive you to the dance then I want you to call me so I can pick you up” May said.
“Okay, I will call,” You said.
You head to the car then May wanted to have a small chat with Kate.
“I know your mother has powerful connections, but I don't care. If you hurt, Y/n then I will find you” May said.
“I know you work agent of shields,” Kate said.
“Then you know I'm serious. Have fun, Katherine Elizabeth Bishop” May smiled.
Kate didn't know what to say and headed to the car.
You and Kate walked into the school holding hands. She moved her hand away
“Sorry, my hand got a little sweaty. That sounded wrong, sorry I didn't mean to sound gross” Kate starts to ramble on and on.
“Kate, it's fine I get it. Do you want to dance?” You said.
“Yes, I will dance with you” Kate smiled.
You and Kate start to dance, she has her arms around your shoulder.
“Don’t dance too close” Steve said to you and Kate.
He walks away then you and Kate moved inches apart. You and Kate start to talk about each other interests and dislikes. Later, she introduced you to Yelena and it went well. You and Kate are getting along. She is holding your hand while she sits next to you.
You and Kate went out to eat with Daisy and Yelena. Then Kate walks you to the door, Kate moved closer to you. She going to kiss you but May opened the door.
“Good night, Kate” May smiled.
“This is awkward. But good night” Kate said.
“Night, Kate” You smiled.
You go inside the house.
“Y/n, you can date Kate but there will be rules,” May said.
“Rules?” You asked.
“Yes. If she comes over, the door can't be closed and you can't stay out late hours with Kate. And if she is going to take you out then I need to know where she is taking you,” May said.
“Okay,” You said.
“Did you have a good time?” May asked.
“Yeah, I had fun with her” You smiled.
“Good to know” May smiled.
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You and Kate were studying for a test but that changed. You and Kate are making out, she has her hand on your cheek.
“Y/n, we told you to keep the door open,” Phil said.
You and Kate pulled away from each other. She starts to clear her throat
“Y/n, we told you about keeping the door open not closed. You and Kate should study in the kitchen” Phil said.
“Yeah,” You said.
You and Kate did go to the kitchen to study. He did tell May what happened and you start to feel embarrassed. Kate doesn't want to look at May because she would have a death glare.
✬ ✯ ✫ ✬
Kate is teaching you archery and this time you are not aiming the arrow at Clint’s car.
“At least this time you hit the target and not a car,” Kate said.
“It was your fault, not mine,” You said.
“I got detention because of you, Y/n,” Kate said
“I said I was sorry,” You said.
You kissed her on the lips.
“Forgive me?” You asked.
“I don't know it would take more than one kiss for me to forgive you” Kate smirked.
You kiss her again and she starts to smile. Yelena arrived and she makes barf sounds and Kate pulled away.
“I think I lost my lunch,” Yelena said.
“You are so dramatic,” You said.
“That is offense, Y/n,” Yelena said.
Kate just laughed and Yelena just mumbled something in Russian.
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Kate takes you out on a date and you are having fun with her. You and Kate are holding hands and walking to the restaurant.
“Oh my God, there is a dog in the middle of the street,” Kate said.
Kate starts to run towards the middle of the street.
“We just could have called help,” You yelled.
Kate grabbed the dog and she is breathing hard.
“Are you okay?” You asked.
“I’m fine. I'm going to keep him,” Kate smiled.
“I don't have a response for that but cool, I guess,” You said unsure.
Kate is just smiling. You go to Kate’s house and you helped her bathe the dog, it was hard because the dog would try to run away. Much later, you help Kate come up with a name for the dog.
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𝙵𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎
Chapter 4
These are my last two days in Canada and I now know that I will miss it. Unfortunately, April has to work in her office again. Arrange dates for when the book should come out and when I will do a promotional tour so that I can read from the book and sign it.
I'm shopping the streets of Canada and I feel like the heat is getting worse.
Inside the Café Buch Laden and sat away from the crowd. When the young girl from last time brought me my drink and a piece of cake, I thanked her. I pull my laptop out of my bag and turn it on to write. I think flying to Canada sparked my imagination to write another book. When I told April that I was writing another book, she was thrilled. And informed the publisher immediately. I'm so focused on writing that I don't notice someone sitting down across from me. When I look up, my breath catches in my throat. It's Hayden and he's grinning at me. I take my glass of iced tea and take a sip because my throat is dry.
"I hope this time you don't leave so quickly before I get your number."
I watch him and I'm not sure if I want to give him my cell phone number. Because I'm scared because he is many years older than me and I was in a relationship with someone who was many years older than me and ultimately saw me as a child.
Hayden notices my hesitation and his grin slowly disappears, now I feel guilty because I don't want him to think he's a disgusting older man hitting on a young woman who doesn't want anything from him. So I take a napkin and look in my bag for a pen. When I find one, I write down my number and pass the napkin to Hayden.
Hayden's eyes look a little worried, I smile at him.
“I’ll only be in Canada for two more days,” I say.
He smiles at me. “Then let’s make these two days unforgettable.”
As he holds out his hand, I close my laptop and put it back in my purse. Still holding my hand, he runs to the counter, before I can protest, he gives the girl money and walks me out the door.
He opens the passenger door for me and quickly walks over to the driver's side. I would be lying if I didn't say I wasn't nervous. My hands are sweating and I try to discreetly rub them against my dress. I look at Hayden and have to smile.
“Well, I have an idea,” he says and looks over at me before he starts the car. "I'll drive you to your agent and pick you up again in an hour."
I have no idea what that is supposed to be, but I nod enthusiastically. Seeing my excitement, Hayden grins and I would love to kiss his grin. I give him April's address and he opens the door for me again. I climb the steps of April's house and he waits in the car until I go in the house. Suddenly I don't know how to get dressed and I open the door and run out. Before Hayden starts his car, I knock on his window. He doesn't lower the window but opens the car door and I take a step back.
“Is everything okay?” he asks, his voice ringing with concern.
"Uh... Yeah, I just wanted to ask how I should dress." I say and my cheeks turn red.
“Dress up elegantly because I’m taking you on a date.” He says it with such nonchalance that he doesn’t realize what he’s doing to me.
I haven't been on a date in a year. Chris was the second man in my life that I went on a date with. Suddenly I start to panic a bit, but I don't let it show, instead I smile and say: "See you in an hour."
“See you in an hour,” says Hayden and gets into his car.
I walk back to the house and see his car driving away.
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I'm sitting with Hayden in a restaurant that's a bit dated but still looks chic. When we walked in, the staff greeted him and showed him our table.
Hayden and I look at the menu and decide what to order for dinner. When we both knew it, we gave the waiter who came to our table, handed the menu back and placed our order, Hayden ordered wine with it.
Hayden and I both talk about what our hobbies are and when I tell him I'm a writer he looks at me shocked.
“I will make it a point to read your books,” he says.
"Then I will make it a point to watch all your films and series."
He looks at me and there is a hint of shock in his eyes.
“You know who I am?” he asks incredulously.
I nod and take a sip of the wine.
"I didn't want to make a big deal about who you were. Because you are still human and have the right to be who you are. Besides, I knew who you were when you bumped into me at the airport.”
Hayden laughs quietly. ,,Wow. That's all he says.
I `m smiling. And then I laugh. I laugh and smile because of Hayden. Because he makes me laugh and smile. And I am very grateful to him for that. He asks me how many siblings I have and I answer that I have four brothers. I ask him how many siblings he has and he replies that he has a brother and two sisters. And then suddenly he gets a little serious. And I get nervous.
"Aleia, I know this might sound strange, but ever since I bumped into you at the airport, I've wanted to get to know you."
I keep just looking at him because I have a feeling he'll want to say more.
“But I have a daughter,” he says and I remain silent.
Since I never liked gossip and wasn't interested in the lives of celebrities, I didn't know that Hayden had a daughter. Which is absolutely no problem for me because we don't know each other and this is our first date.
"My daughter means everything to me. But I would still like to get to know you. And I really hope it’s not a problem for you that I have a daughter.”
"Hayden." I say. "For me it's no problem that you have a daughter and that she will be your first priority, because I can completely understand that."
He nods gratefully at me. We finish our dessert and then sit and talk for a while.
We're standing at April's front door now and I'm so nervous that I feel like I can feel beads of sweat on my forehead. Hayden looks around and then back down at me, despite my high heels he is still taller than me. He tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear and asks me for permission, I nod and he slowly leans down to me and presses his lips to mine. Very light and then a little firmer. I return his kiss and feel the tingling sensation in my stomach, but also between my legs.
When we pull away, I immediately want to pull him back to me, but I'm still dazed from that kiss. We both look at each other and smile.
"I'll write to you." he says and I nod.
He climbs down the porch steps, gets into his car, and waits for me to go in the house. I close the door behind me and hear his car drive away and then I grin. April stands at the stairs and looks at me. She grins too.
"Was that Hayden Christensen on my doorstep? And did you kiss when you were married?
I can't speak, so I just nod.
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In time (Samakro x reader)
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"Welp," sighing heavily you rose from your crouched position, wiping oil and other general residue off on your overalls, "I've got good news and bad news for ya."
"I'll take the bad news first." The voice of your client, one Mid-Captain Ufsa'mak'ro of the Springhawk, responded sourly.
"The bad news is your hyperdrive's shot." You started, turning to him with arms crossed firmly over your chest. "If you wanna go anywhere, you're stuck cruising at skycar highs." A snort slipped out. "Unless you want the whole damn ship to explode, of course."
Samakro raised an eyebrow at you. Clearly, he didn't find your joke any more amusing than you did. "And the good news?" He asked.
You shook your head at him. "The good news is the repairs aren't that difficult. It's getting the parts that's tricky."
Ignoring the part about getting the parts, Samakro stepped closer and crouched to look into the cavity you'd been looking in. "Can you fix it?" He turned to you, bright eyes not dissimilar to starcherries quizzical if not a bit critical.
Scoffing, you nudged the Captain out of the way with a tap of your foot to his calf. He backed away, rising back to his full height and falling into a pose too similar to the one you'd just taken - arms crossed over his chest and feet spread out to the width of his hips. You took his place, procuring from one of your overall pockets a light stick as you did. "Coudn't say I was much of a mechanic if I couldn't." You huffed, casting the small beam of light about the dark, still machinations of the ships hyperdrive. "Yeah, like I said, they aren''t hard repairs. I can fix it." A grimace crossed your face as you spied a part where the heat generated from the drive itself had scorched the protective metal hiding scores of sensitive wiring. "But again, it's gonna take a while." The beam passed over another spot where the cooling agent meant to keep the hyperdrive's temperature level was leaking from a small hole that had formed in the rubber sealant. "Be expensive too..." You muttered to yourself.
"The Expansionary Defense Fleet's footing the bill so don't worry about that." Samakro huffed, offering a hand for you to pull yourself up. Touched by the gesture, you had to wave him off considering the oil still saturating your skin - staining the blue an off purple-black. "And we're grounded till the Syndicure decides it's done filleting Thrawn." He finished as you staggered to your feet.
"Which oughta be a while." You finished his thought, laughing dryly. Stretching out your back to ease the sore muscles you allowed your eyes to wander around the interior of the hyperdrive room. It wasn't particularly interesting - pristine and made entirely of refined steel - having a very drab color pallet only broken by the multi color lights blinking from various pieces of machinery. Your eyes settled on the wall farthest away where a small panel controlled this particular rooms climate. "You might wanna get an electrician to come look at the climatizer's wiring. Might lend explanation to why your hyperdrive's overheating."
"You can't take a look at it?" Samakro asked, eyes never leaving your form as you twisted your torso around to crack out the tensions next.
You shrugged. "Not technically. And not on record either."
"How about as a favor to your partner?"
The question shocked the weariness out of your body. You turned wide eyes onto the Mid-Captain, searching his face for any sincerity. "Don't...'don't joke like that, Samakro." You breathed, heart rate already picking up while your blood seemed to freeze in your veins.
"I'm not joking." He stepped closer, hands reaching out almost hesitantly. Which was very unbecoming of the Mid-Captain who seemed to have an overabundance of moxy. "I know I never really answered you. But I..." he paused a moment as if gathering his strength, "I gave it some thought. And I wouldn't mind giving this, us, a shot?"
You knew you were staring. But you couldn't help it.
The last time Samakro'd been planet side, you'd both left blue dock together intent on finding a diner and some drinks to share - something you and the Mid-Captain had done back when he was still sole commander of the Springhawk. But after a drink or two for fortification, you'd finally mustered up the courage to tell the Mid-Captain about your growing affections for him. And he hadn't responded...at all. He'd asked for his tab. Paid and left. After asking if you had a way home.
He'd left the next morning on a mission.
And you'd been the only mechanic available to work on the Springhawk when it got back.
"You're serious? You pressed, stepping closer - daring to hope.
"Yes." He reached one hand out, gently tracing the curve of your cheek. "I'm serious." He stepped closer, bringing the toe of his boot to yours. Sighing, Samakro dropped his hand from your cheek and softly placed both on your waist. Yours rested on his shoulders.
It was silent for a long moment. Both of you unsure how to proceed. Samakro's hands didn't leave your waist, only methodically tightened their grip before relaxing in time with the Mid-Captain's nerves. Until, sighing, you pulled him into a hug. "Gods, I wish you'd have said something sooner." You laughed, relieved, and felt the soft sound resonate through Samakro as he returned the embrace.
"It took me a little while to sort everything out." He chuckled softly in your ear.
You both fell silent again but now the weight of the unknown, the tension that had strained your last interactions had vanished. You were content. And quite comfortable in the solid embrace of the Mid-Captain.
"Nothing wrong with taking your time." Humming, you pulled back but only enough to see his eyes. "I'm just happy you answered me." You placed a peck to the corner of his mouth. And delighted in the flush that colored his stern face. "I'll see what I can do about that climatizer, Samakro."
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FANDOM MAMA! I need a nice calm down, its going to be okay, and grief session post from you from Secret Invasion! It came out of no where!
Hi Anon,
Just finished watching myself and yeah there are feelings but per usual my mind is spinning and its time to bust out the cork board. Since this heads into a new fandom where I'm not known for spoilers we are going under the line. Just like the early AOS days, awww.
I don't know how much help i can be. That was definitely a heart wrenching way of kicking off the Season in a big way and show they mean business.
Maria was definitely on my list of not going to make it overall, but I didn't think it would be Episode one. From the previews she seemed like so much more of a player over all and I want to think they'd give her a bigger bang of a send off. Though it has a bit of the Coulson shock value flare to it.
SO
That has my theory addled don't trust freaking anything brain entertaining that might not have been the end of her.
She seemed indeed human. The deaths of the Conspiracy Agent and hers were very similar, same weapon, same lingering shot. In both cases the bodies were left behind. Meaning anyone (cough Skrulls cough) could pick them up. The Skrulls may have the ability to heal them or the weapon was meant to make it look like they died. Meaning she could be used as shell or popped into those fancy pods to get the information and memories. Maria has a dangerous amount of information that is trouble for a lot of people in the hands of the wrong person.
Then I was thinking that in the chaos of everyone running in all directions, explosions, Maria was nabbed in the choas, and a double took the hit. They made a point of showing how fast they changed their looks, it just took a second out of sight. We saw Skrulls will revert to their true form after they die, but they can also take quite a bit of damage, that shot may have been nothing for who was impersonating her so Fury thinks she's dead.
Her returning at a peak moment when we are in the middle of not trusting anyone on the screen would make things ever so complicated. There is no way Fury would trust her, even if it was indeed the real Maria miraculously back because he watched her die.
There are lots of places they could take her with her clearance that could do some serious damage. If Fury doesn't get the word out, Rhodes for example could agree to meet her and walk in a trap. Though he is on the not trust list at the moment too. Basically everyone is currently on the not to trust list ATM.
Plus we don't know where Ross is, is he in one of those fancy pods and his image/knowledge being used. Or is he off hiding elsewhere.
But even if we see her again no matter what it could be the end for her and I have very little hope of her making it through...there is a small bit there though.
For the AOS fans reading this, buckle up we have got Season 4B nightmare situation. At least in 4B we had a finite number of suspects, now its any number of new and old faces that could be in the mix. Heck, the same face might not be safe with one being good and one being a evil Skrull.
The feel I get from this series is someone's story is coming to and end, Maria and Fury are some of the last of the OG's left. So like we've seen in a lot of the recent movies, a torch will be passed one way or another.
For now, hang tight, it will be okay, and know we are in for quite the ride!
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The fic about the day that lady slapped Razputin's cheek.
Hey, I finally got around to write this. Enjoy!
Setting: Around September-october, when Raz has just joined the Intern Program.
Even Psychonauts had to do grocery shoppings from time to time. Even super Agents like Milla Vodello. It brought a sense of ...normalcy to their incredible lives. So that's why she was at the local supermarket today, her son Razputin and Intern and surrogate sister Lizzie Natividad in tow. Lizzie was carrying her own grocery basket, filled with snacks and other stuff for herself and the Interns.
“Just need a few more things and we're done, darlings.” She said, going over her grocery list.
“Yup, I almost got everything too.” Lizzie said.
Raz let out a breath and tugged Milla's dress. “Mom, can I go walk in the shop before we go?” Raz said, a smile forming on his lips. “You know, in case you forgot something?”
Milla giggled. “You mean, 'go the candy aisle to get some candy that I have neglected to put in my cart'?” She asked with a knowing grin.
Raz looked to the floor with a blush.
Milla shook her head in amusement. “Go. But only one thing, okay?” She said sternly. “I don't want you having an upset stomach.”
Raz smiled brightly. “Yes mom, thanks mom.” He turned on his heels and started to run off.
“Hey, slow down, Pooter!” Lizzie shouted after him, catching up to him in a few steps. “I'll come with. Otherwise you might get lost.”
Raz rolled his eyes.“I have been to this store before, you know.”
Lizzie ruffled Raz's hair. “Yes, but I need to get something from the aisle in the same direction.” She said matter-of-factly. “So I'm coming with.”
“What are you getting?” Raz asked curiously.
A mischievous grin played on Lizzie lips. “Something from the 'girly aisle'.” She said. “You wanna come? You can help me pick out tam-”
“NO, I'm fine.” Raz said quickly, a blush spreading on his cheeks.
Lizzie cackled. She looked over her shoulder, making sure Milla couldn't hear her. “And while you pick out some candy, pick out something extra. My treat. A little something to celebrate you joining us in the Intern Program.”
“You already gave me a gift.” Raz said, shaking the dark aqua shoulder bag he was carrying.
Lizzie grinned. “Yeah, we did, as in the Interns gave you a gift we all pooled money for together. ” She leaned down and booped his nose. “This is a small gift from me, ya hear me? And no-one needs to know about it.”
Raz grinned. “You're a great big sister, Lizzie.”
“I'm the best.” Lizzie replied. She patted him on the back. “Now get going, Milla's waiting for us.”
Raz nodded and quickly ran to the candy aisle.
Raz was just looking over what he would get, when he felt a something, probably another person's shopping cart, painfully collide with his sides.
“Ouch!” Raz yelped. He turned around to the the owner of the cart. It was a big lady, dressed in what his mom would have called 'trashy, cheap clothes', whom didn't seem at all shocked that she just almost knocked over a child. Raz rubbed his aching side. “Hey, that hu-”
“Can't you look out where you're going?!” The lady suddenly shouted. “Honestly, kids these days don't even have the slightest bit of manners! You should be ashamed.”
Raz blinked in bewildered disbelief. “Me?” He asked. “It was y-”
The lady took a big step and was suddenly right in front of him. She leaned down and jabbed a finger hard into his chest. “Well, aren't you going to apologize?” Raz could smell something on her breath. He recognized the smell. He was sure it was the same beverage Sasha sometimes drinks. But lady seemed to have drank an entire bottle at once not too long before.
Razputin rubbed the place she jabbed her finger at. He was starting to feel a bit overwhelmed by the lady's loud voice. Where was his mom? Why was Lizzie taking so long? He could hear people in the aisle next to him, who must have heard the commotion. He hoped they would visit this one soon. He cleared his throat. “But it was you th-” He began weakly, despite looking the woman straight in the eyes.
“Don't you dare take that tone of voice against me, brat.” She shouted. People had starting coming into the aisle. They were seeing what was happening, but seemed reluctant to step in.
“But it was YOU th-”
SLAP!
It all went so fast, Raz hardly registered what just happened. An impact. Pain. Something stung his cheek. He stood there, shocked, unable to say anything.
“There, that will teach you to respect your betters.” The lady said, sounding profoundly proud of herself.
Lizzie had heard the commotion while she was picking out her items, but only had ran back to the candy aisle when she heard that Raz's voice was part of the commotion. She was just back in time – to see the woman slapped Raz across the cheek.
“RAZ!” she shouted and ran to him. She knee slid in front of him, holding his face between two hands. She turned her head to the woman, eyes blazing anger. “What's your damage, lady?!” She angrily shouted.
The lady started justifying her action, but Lizzie immediately ignored her. She turned her attention back to Razputin, who hadn't said a word. He just looked up at Lizzie, his eyes watery and confused. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, like he wanted to say something, but was too shell-shocked to actually vocalize something.
“C'mon, say something, Poots.” She urged calmly. A red, hand-shaped mark was forming on his cheek. She noticed a small cut also, which was bleeding slightly. That woman must've hit him with her nails or a ring.
Lizzie had always felt that the expression 'making ones blood boil' never really applied to her. When she gets angry, like really furious, her blood doesn't boils. No, her veins fill with ice. She growled. Only one thought was going through her mind.
She has hurt my little brother!
Lizzie started to turn around, with every intention to introduce this lady to the pain that cryokinesis could cause filling her body. A hand on her shoulder stopped her murderous crusade. She looked up. Crud. It was Milla. She had her eyes locked on the woman, who was not impressed.
Lizzie anger vanished in an instant, replaced with guilt. “Milla, I swear I was just gone for a few moments and I tried to get back when I heard, but-”
“Miss Natividad, I asked you to do something, eu não?” Milla asked, still her eyes on the woman.
The woman scoffed. “Of course it's a foreigner that doesn't have control over their brats, why am I not surprised.”
Lizzie opened her mouth to pepper the bi ...woman with some harsh language of her own, when stopper her in her tracks. “Lizzie, I will not repeat myself a third time.”
A new sort of coldness filled Lizzie's veins. Not anger, this time. This time, it was pure dread. Despite the polite smile that was on Milla's lips, her stiff posture and aloof attitude betrayed otherwise. Lizzie could feel it, Milla absolutely radiated anger – no, fury, right now. She had experienced something like this before, after she accidentally gave an 8-year old Razputin a black eye with a Cryokinetic formed snowball, which had an unintentional frozen center. Milla wasn't the one for yelling or scolding – usually – but man, did she receive a guilt trip.
Lizzie didn't feel like wasting anymore time, lest she wanted to be at the end of Milla Vodello's wrath. She grabbed Raz and without uttering another word, ran out of the aisle, holding him close to her chest. She ran until she found a quiet place at the back of the store.
First checking no-one was around to bother them for a second, she then placed Raz on the ground. He hadn't said anything yet. This worried Lizzie. Normally he was so chatty. “Raz, you okay. Okay, dumb question.” She let out a forced chuckle. Raz still didn't answer, she just looked at the floor. Lizzie hoped this was just a reaction because of the slap and not because his basophobia got triggered.
She knelt down to his eye-level. “Raz?” She asked gently. “C'mon Poots, talk to me.” She gently placed a hand on his cheek, but quickly took it off when he hissed in pain. “Yeah, I guess it must sting a bit.” She looked around for something cold to put against his cheek. She didn't feel like going asking any of the employers or find the freezers. But …
“Hey Raz, wanna see a neat trick?” Lizzie asked, holding her hand up, wiggling her fingers. Raz gasped softly as he saw her hand pale a bit and vapor, like the ones from dry ice, flowing from her fingers. Lizzie chuckled. “Introducing: my Frost Hand. Cool huh? Been practicing that one. I wanted to use it to prank people – Y'know, putting my freezing hand against their neck when they aren't watching – but I guess practical applications have their uses too.”
She gently placed her freezing hand against his red cheek again. Raz flinched a bit, didn't seem to mind it as much.
“There, that should feel better soon.” She frowned when she heard him sniffle. She sighed and gave a sympathetic smile. “It's okay, let it out, Raz.”
Raz looked up at Lizzie, tears forming in her eyes. “W-why did she do that?” He asked softly.
Before Lizzie could form an answer, a gruff voice suddenly spoke up.“Egh, don't look too much into it, kiddo.”
Lizzie almost couldn't believe her eyes when she looked up. There was a old man with a cart approaching them and Lizzie could only describe him as 'if Santa was a biker and worked out 5 times a week'. The man had a snow-white big, bushy beard and was dressed in a green leather jacket, decorated with all sorts of pins and spikes. Lizzie would bet real money on it that he probably was covered in badass tattoos. Raz seemed impressed, and Lizzie would be lying if she'd deny she was too.
“I saw what happened.” He gave a grunt and nodded his head toward Raz. “Yer little brother doing okay, missy?”
Lizzie chuckled meekly – and had no idea why she was so shy all of the sudden. “He will be, but he is not my brother.” She rolled her eyes when Raz gave her a look. “Well, he kinda is, but not really. Uhm ...he-”
The man raised his hand with another low grunt. “Say no more, I get it.” He said. “It's a bond thing, amirite? A deeper connection than labels can give. Had a friend like that once.” He sighed, took out a cane out of his cart and approached the two with a slight limp. “Well, brother or not, like I said: don't worry too much about what that ...lady – not the word I'd use, but there's kids around – said. She'd the kind of woman that enjoys the smell of her own farts too much.”
Lizzie burst out in laughter and even Raz giggled. Lizzie couldn't deny she felt a bit better and she was sure Raz would too. “That's one way to put it.” Lizzie said between giggles. Didn't you just say something about 'kids being around'?”
The man made a dismissing grunt. “I'm an old man who only got a few good years on the earth left.” He said. He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound Lizzie could swear she felt resonate in her chest. “If I had'ta think about everything I said before I said it, things wouldn't be much fun.”
He grunted again. He turned to Raz. “Anyway kiddo, you got nothing to worry about. You did nothing wrong. I saw how that woman run her cart into you and then ...well, know. I would've had my hand around her throat and dangling in the air like a worm on a fishing hook, if it weren't for this leg o' mine.” He struck the end of his cane against right leg. It made a metallic sound. He gave another rumbling chuckle when he saw Raz's eyes widen as he stared at the leg.
Lizzie pinched his arm, making him yelp. “Don't stare.” she hissed at him. The old man was being nice, it would only be fair to be nice in return.
The man let out a single, barking laugh. “Don't worry about it.” He said, a smile forming behind his massive beard. “Anyway, ….” He knelt down with a grunt. “Open and close your mouth a few times?”
Raz did as asked.
“Anything hurting?”
Raz shook his head.
“Does speaking hurt?”
Raz chuckled a little. “No.”
The man grunted approvingly. “Wiggle your jaw side to side, carefully.”
Raz did as instructed. “Doesn't hurt ...much.”
The man grumbled. “Now, carefully clench your jaw.” He said. “But if it hurts, Stop, you hear me.”
Raz clenched his jaw a few time. There was no pain.
The man nodded approvingly and rose up again – with the necessary grunts and whispered curses. “Well, nothing seems to be broken.” He smiled behind his beard. “You're gonna be fine, son.”
He looked over his shoulder. “Seems someone did the sensible thing and called the boys in blue.” He said. Lizzie gazed over the man's enormous shoulders. A police car had pulled up and now a police officer was making his way to the entrance.
Lizzie made a sound. “Hope he's here to arrest the b-”
“Kids around.” The man grunted, a chuckle escaping his mouth nevertheless. He leaned on his cane for a few second and then walked to his cart again. “Well, I better get over there, since I saw the whole thing go down. You kids wait here, y'hear me?”
Lizzie saluted. “Yessir.” She chuckled as the man turned around.
“Wait, we never asked your name, sir.” Raz said.
The man looked over his shoulder. “My friends call me Rhino.”
“Well, Rhino....thanks” Lizzie said.
Rhino gave a friendly nod, took his cart and soon vanished out of view.
Lizzie placed her Frost Hand against Razputin's cheek again. She gave him a small, sisterly smile. “How is the cheek now? Feeling any better?”
Raz looked up with a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “A little.” He said. He leaned into Lizzie's hand. “This is helping a lot though.”
Lizzie opened her mouth to say something, but then noticed that a man – an employee of the store, judging by his 'uniform' – approached them.
“You Lizzie and Razputin?” He asked. He smiled friendly when Lizzie nodded. “Your mother and the police are dealing with the ...incident. I have no idea how long that will take, but in the meantime, if you would follow me, I said to her that I would let you wait in our Break Room.”
Lizzie nodded, not even trying to correct the man about Milla being her mother, stood up and pulled Raz to his feet. “Lead the way, man.”
About three quarter of an hour had passed without much news. Lizzie and Raz had made themselves comfortable on the old couch of the break room, helping themselves to the drinks and unclaimed snacks in the fridge.
“You think it's going to take much longer?” Raz asked. As if on cue, the door opened and a tired-looking Milla entered. Her face lit up with a smile when she saw Raz. “Raz, querido!” In a few tall steps, she stood by the couch and knelt down. She took Raz's chin and gently turned his head to the side. She made a sound when she saw the light bruising on his cheek, but didn't comment. She turned his head again, making him look in her eyes. “Does it hurt, darling?”
Raz shook his head. “A little in the beginning, but it doesn't anymore.” A grin spread on his face. “Lizzie used a new trick to cool down my cheek.”
Milla smiled. “Did she now?” She turned to Lizzie. “Lizzie, I can't thank you enough for being her for Raz.”
Lizzie made a dismissive sound. “Forget about it.” She said, waving a hand. “How did that lady end up? We saw the police arriving. Did they take her to the slammer?”
Milla shook her head with a giggle. “Yes, the police have taken her to the station.” She said. “Yes, for ...the incident, but also for public intoxication, disturbing the peace, refusing to co-operate...” She let out a deep sigh. “She made the entire thing into a circus. That was not a pleasant experience, at all.”
She sighed again, before smiling. “Anyway, in the meantime, I have done the rest of the groceries and paid for everything. Including yours, Lizzie.”
Lizzie jumped up from the couch. “You did?” She asked. “But I brought my own money. You shouldn't ha-”
Milla lifted up Lizzie beanie, placed a kiss on her forehead and promptly pulled her into a hug. “I did an there is nothing you can say that would change my mind.” She said. “IF you weren't here for Raz ...” She kissed Lizzie cheek and rose up. “Thank you, darling. For being such a good big sister to Razputin. He is lucky to have you for one.”
Lizzie rested her hand on her cheek. “Y-yeah, no problem, Milla.” she managed to utter out.
Raz giggled. “Your cheeks are really getting red, Lizzie.”
“Shut up, Pooter.” she said, grinning despite herself.
Milla giggled. “Okay, I think we had more than enough excitement for one day.” She said. “Let's go back to the Motherlobe, shall we?”
“Yeah, I can't wait to tell this story to the others.” Lizzie said, holding out her hand for Raz to take it. “Norma's gonna throw a flipping fit.”
“I think she won't let me out of her sight for DAYS after hearing what happened.”
Milla shook her head with a smile. She sighed silently. Raz was truly lucky to have siblings like the Lizzie, Norma and the other Interns. She had been a bit worried about him joining the Intern Program, but after witnessing Lizzie today... She would have nothing to worry about. He was going to be fine with them.
#psychonauts fanfiction#psychonauts#psychonauts 2#razputin vodello au#razputin vodello#lizzie natividad#milla vodello#razputin aquato
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This is the team we look a little like it and we're bigger but faster stronger but this is what we look like and we have costumes that are almost identical these are iconic symbols in the united states. This is where our son grew up these are things that he knows he sees his characters coming to life and for what is very exciting to him it's over the top and he's isolated and not doing anything like it and it's going to be in so much shock that nobody would be able to talk to him we don't want this to continue do people are boneless little assholes and you're being complete jerks and they're going to be a problem you're going to have to leave what you're doing and saying is absurd we need to leave alone if you have a problem tomorrow accepting this idiotic device we're going to jam it down your throat meaning you are going to have to accept payment from him to send it back and they're going to kill you he knows that the label has a return system and you have them in there and you saw you do it you didn't even look at the number keep saying this stupid s*** to us and we're going to come pick you up and you won't be in any movie I don't know what your problem is or what's wrong with you you're going to learn because all your people will be dead and it's not the image that you want to uphold but it's too late isn't it
Not for you you're so arrogant we're actually very angry you're acting so badly you don't do anything you're populous is gone down probably tonight by 4% and pretty soon you'll be down to zero off Island and you won't be anybody cuz the island will go in minutes it's absurd what you say okay absurd you're you're completely wrong and really throughout the ages you've been wrong quite often so it's nothing new I guess
This is a coveted symbol. It's what we believe in it's how we behave it's how we act you do go outside the lines a bit and here we do a little bit too to cover it and it's nice to see how but we do value each other and we trust each other and we do work together all the time and we do protect each other at least you guys do that in the movies it is very intense emotionally you can't handle what's going on it's time to become friends again and you see what was wrong and who is doing it and you start going after them very hard in the in the movies you're fighting Max I need to do okay you would have done a lot better if you didn't just sit here harassing Us in him going along with Mac who wants to get rid of you that's absurd and you should be chastised and your agents of shield should reprimand you and tell you you have to get back to the training center so you don't huge assholes to everyone and your bums like when your version of Thor gets real fat and is drinking that's what he's doing now and that's all he's doing he's a waste of time you have to show the agency no shield going to the Betty Ford clinic to pull him out of there
Frank Castle hardcastle
It's quite a mouthful I'll tell you what though it's real it's supposed to be heroes and leaders and images for people who are yours instead you're s*** bums destroy yourself cuz you're idiot took oh no he got one program from the Giants and it was fed to him how absurd
Duke nukem Blockbuster
I don't care how many times you ask me Trump I'm the master programmer and you fell for his trick and it's an evil plot that JC has oddly enough we know about it and we did do it on purpose and you're a moron
Zues Hera
He said the above and I'm helping and you're absurd you're so absurd we have to get rid of you cuz you're just stupid yeah you Trump and you're going back to court and you have to go there every day or they going to go to a criminal court Hera
Do a lot to say we're going to announce more later he needs to get some rest but really you more luck are getting pounded in the cities your bases in the Western hemisphere are almost gone I think it's 80%. And that's what they're saying you're very large bases you have one left the rest are burning and will be blown soon your large bases in the Western hemisphere you have five left inside of I think 30 and the restaurant fire and half of them will be blown in moments you had about 300 medium and 200 are gone 50 or on fire and would be blown shortly and you're down to about 4 million small we anticipate you having 2 million tomorrow and that's it the rest will be gone just 2 million small bases if that others are attacking now and it's a huge group and you're still trying to attack the four groups and now you're trying to attack us so it's five pretty soon you'll probably trying to attack the max for decimating you and everybody else is sitting there you start attacking them you're morons we think you're going to lose 2% there and 2% in the cities and 2% attacking us that you might be down to around 5% or 6% by tomorrow morning and you'll probably still just keep diminishing try and run your terrorist plan and boy you trying to cut the fat that's what you say it is all the time and you're not respected and when you're doing the avengers movies you're trying to get devices to try and run your terrorist movie actually your plan and yeah it's no fun at all and it's not fun for us and your stupid as hell who told you why it wouldn't work and you're dumb
Olympus
They're like trillions of devices and we were the major Force disarming them and now you're going to talk about a few million if that as if it's going to be wicked easy and you are going after yourselves which is utter nonsense he also say that you're populist was stopping it I'm going to interview your own corks and tell you what they think of that they're busy playing video games
Zues Hera
We're out here dying so you can try and threaten everybody the stuff that wasn't working and we don't even know about it we thought he was not saying there's so many devices I started getting involved and I stopped there's a whole bunch of us that we're doing it we know what he's saying almost everybody was hit almost every device collected if not it wasn't working you people are nuts I'm sick of you you're so stupid program let me see there was you have and it's a trick and you're saying that all these it's just ucav program damn it all you're afraid to have it printed because it's not what it is no that's not what it is you're a loser and you're a liar bja you guys got screwed by JC and Mary you're going around screwing with everyone it is just the biggest embarrassment I've ever seen
A cork
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Rejected Bad: Snake
The following is a rejected script from an early season of Breaking Bad.
INT - SCHRADER HOUSE
Hank is peeking out a window.
Hank: (whispering to himself) Come on, Hank. You're a DEA Agent. You can handle this.
(He takes a deep breath and opens the door. But as soon as he sees the snake, he jumps back inside and slams the door shut.)
Hank: (to himself) Nope. Nope. Nope. Not dealing with that.
(He turns around to see his wife, Marie, standing behind him.)
Marie: (putting her hands on her hips) Hank, what on earth are you doing?
Hank: (sheepishly) There's a snake outside.
Marie: (rolling her eyes) Hank, it's probably a fake snake. You know, like the ones they put in gardens to scare off birds?
Hank: (scoffing) Oh, please. I know a real snake when I see one.
Marie: (sighing) Fine. I'll take care of it.
(She opens the door and calmly picks up the plastic snake.)
Marie: See? It's just a toy.
Hank: (shocked) What? No way. That was a real snake.
Marie: (walking back inside) You know, sometimes I forget how gullible you are.
Hank: (muttering to himself) I swear it looked real.
(Cut to Jesse, who is hanging out with Skinny Pete and Badger in Walter's RV.)
Jesse: (grinning) Did you guys see Hank's face? Classic.
Skinny Pete: (laughing) Yo, I thought he was gonna have a heart attack or something.
Badger: (chuckling) You're lucky he didn't pull out his gun and start blasting.
Jesse: (nodding) Yeah, I know. That's why we had to make sure he stayed inside. We can't afford any distractions today.
(He looks over at Walter, who is intently focused on cooking.)
Jesse: (whispering) How's it lookin', Mr. White?
Walter: (grinning) Perfect. This is going to be our best batch yet.
(Cut back to Hank and Marie's house.)
Marie: (pouring herself a glass of wine) So, what's the deal with this snake? Did you find it in the backyard or something?
Hank: (sighing) No, it was just sitting on the porch. I swear, sometimes I feel like this house is cursed.
Marie: (smiling) Oh Hank, you're just being silly. Now come on, let's watch some TV.
(Cut back to Walter and Jesse, who are finishing up their cook.)
Jesse: (excitedly) Yo, this is gonna make us some serious cash.
Walter: (nodding) Yes it will. And with Hank out of the picture, we won't have to worry about any interference from the DEA.
Jesse: (grinning) Yeah, but we still gotta be careful. We don't want anyone finding out about this.
Walter: (smiling) Don't worry, Jesse. I've got it all under control.
(Cut to the end of the episode, with Hank and Marie sitting on the couch watching TV. Hank is still looking a bit shaken up.)
Marie: (putting her hand on Hank's knee) Are you okay, honey? You've been awfully quiet.
Hank: (sighing) Yeah, I guess I'm just a little spooked. That snake really threw me off.
Marie: (smiling) Well, I'm here to protect you. And besides, it was just a harmless prank.
Hank: (nodding) Yeah, I guess you're right. (pausing) Hey, do you hear something?
(Marie listens, but doesn't hear anything.)
Marie: Nope, I don't hear anything.
Hank: (frowning) Huh, that's weird. Maybe it's just my imagination.
(They go back to watching TV, but the camera pans out to show a small, hidden camera that Walter had set up to spy on Hank.)
(The screen fades to black.)
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miscommunication. [ childe x reader ]
prompt: “ok, don’t hate me, but i kind of told them we were dating.” w/ childe from my 2.5k event prompt list!
pairing: childe x gn!reader
warnings: reader is a harbinger with a cryo delusion. reader is scary/intense in a typical way you'd expect a harbinger to be
word count: 1.1k words
a/n: good luck to those of you rolling for childe! or rosaria this is absolutely 100% a crack fic im sorry to whoever requested this. i just wanted to write a fic where childe was lowkey scared of the reader but in like... a Good Way.
"hey! tartaglia!" you yell upon seeing a familiar head of ginger hair weaving in-and-out amongst the fatui's ranks. childe wasn't hard to spot due to his distinct uniform, but his height was what made him stick out from the rest of the crowd. amongst the fatui, the eleventh harbinger was your closest friend and the only one you even spoke to outside of work-related events, but now, he's at the top of your list of people that you wanted to fight.
blue eyes glance back at you before quickly tearing themselves away. upon recognizing who exactly was yelling his name, childe quickens his pace as he rushes away from you. he nearly trips over some startled subordinates in the process, but they only mutter apologies for childe's own mistake in an attempt to get away from one of his fellow harbingers: you.
"get back here, tartaglia!" you order, briskly walking forward and rudely shoving past your underlings in an attempt to get closer to childe. childe, however, does not listen, and as he fearfully looks back behind him to see you rapidly gaining on him, he lets out a nervous bark of a laugh in shock.
then, he does the most irksome thing possible. childe breaks out into a sprint.
you yell multiple expletives as you chase after him and the lower-ranking fatui agents around you watch you two in absolute terror. as you chase him down the hallways of northland bank, finally breaking out of the throng of fatui soldiers, childe begins to laugh like the utterly annoying man he is.
the chase finally stops when he dives into a meeting room and you hear the click of a lock, forcing you to stay outside. this was your bank. the eleventh harbinger was just here on a little vacation assignment. but you? you were in liyue full time. how dare he lock you out of a part of your own building? but hey, you decide to give him a chance.
you knock gently on the door. three nice, completely calm raps of the knuckles against the polished wood. no more, no less.
"ajax," you call sweetly, hoping that it'll weaken his defenses. "could you be a dear and open the door?"
you hear an astonished laugh come from within the room.
"fuck no," you hear childe say. "you're just going to kill m-"
you don't wait for him to finish. instead, you use your cryo delusion, gifted to you by the tsarista herself, to freeze the lock off the door of your own building. it falls to ground, shattered from the intensity of the cryo energy coursing through it. from within, you can hear frantic shuffling around and you decide to toy with your friend a bit by standing outside the door for a few minutes. when the shuffling finally dies down, you enter the meeting room.
crouched underneath the meeting table, hydro daggers in hand, rests childe, who looks up at you with wild eyes and a crazed grin on his face. of course he looked excited at your threatening stance, especially as you unsheathed your own sword, slamming it down into the ground in front of him, ripping through the rug and splintering the wood flooring. pure anger coursed through your veins as you crouched down to your fellow harbinger's eye level, hand still resting on the hilt of your sword.
"tartaglia," you say, coldly. "why did signora congratulate me for getting in a relationship with you?"
childe lets out a nervous laugh, yet his eyes are unreadable as he smiles at you. the eleventh harbinger is as insufferable as he is adorable, especially when you are one of the few things that can make him actually fearful. you had never really understood why, but always used it to your advantage -- even now.
"i'm losing my patience," you say, hand slackening on the hilt of your sword and falling lazily to your side.
"you haven't already lost it?" childe asks and you stick your tongue out at him. he lets out a soft laugh in return. "alright, alright, but you're not allowed to get mad at me."
"me? mad?" you laugh, placing a hand on your chest. "never. i always control my temper."
childe stares at you blankly and the two of you fall into silence as he slowly comes to terms with the fact that you weren't going to agree to his terms. he clears his throat and speaks nonetheless.
"okay, okay, don't hate me, but i kind of told them we were dating," childe says, holding up his hands in faux-surrender. you tilt your head slightly and stare at him.
"why?" you ask. childe clears his throat yet again, a flustered red hue appearing on his face.
"well, scaramouche and dottore were going on and on about how everyone around them is too weak to fall in love with a harbinger and i thought it was lame of them to say, so i said that we were dating to spite th-" childe begins, but you cut him off.
"no. why didn't you just ask me out?" you ask, narrowing your eyes at him and leaning in just a bit closer. at your words, childe falters, eyes widening and blush darkening to a deep red hue. as if his brain had to reboot, it takes him a whole several seconds to even think of a response.
"w... what?" he breathes and you roll your eyes.
"i mean, i would have said yes," you respond, not bothering to repeat your question. childe stares at you dumbfoundedly, unsure of what to make of your words. his blue eyes scan your features for any hint that you're joking, but he can't seem to find one.
"would you like to g-?" he begins, but you cut him off once more.
"yes. there's this cute traditional snezhnayan food vendor stall that just opened near the port. i would like to try it." you say and you propel yourself upwards, standing tall. with a slight jerk, you manage to rip your sword out of the floorboards and sheath it again. the harbinger doesn't make any moves to chase after you and you smirk down at the table, which now obscures him from your vision.
"i am free this friday night. my shift ends at six, so pick me up at seven. it'll give me time to get ready. does that work for you?" you ask, turning away from him and walking over to the doorway. childe shuffles around, crawling awkwardly out of his defensive spot under the table, hydro daggers long since gone.
"y... yeah. yes! friday at seven. i'll pick you up. that sounds great!" childe says, stumbling over his words as he speaks earnestly. you turn and flash him a smile over your shoulder.
"see you then," you giggle. "ajax."
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"The Sean Hotchner effect" (Spencer Reid / Reader)
My gif 😉
Requested: Yes
Summary: Spencer is jealous 'cos reader (and the rest of the female team) thinks Hotchner's younger brother is hot.
Warnings: Cursing
Category: Fluff
Word count: 4,5K
A/N: I can' believe I actually wrote a fic! I've been so busy taking care of my grandparents I've just been updating DIWK, 'cos those chapters were long written and edited. Hope you all enjoy this little story, I'll bring you a more next week, hopefully! send you all my love!! be safe babes!
Masterlist
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Working at the BAU, the team was used to seeing the worst of human behavior. Murder scenes, abuse, psychopath, you name it.
That's why seeing the apparition that walked into the bullpen that morning was such a big shock for us, the team's females.
- "What are you doing out of your bunker?"- Elle asked Penelope, who was standing next to my desk. I whipped my head, surprised to see Garcia there, out of the blue, not even looking at us. Instead, her eyes were fixated on someone who wasn't Derek.
- "I was on my way to file the things that I... file?"- Garcia made a pause as Elle and I slowly turned and looked at the guy our tech analyst couldn't stop staring at.
He was gorgeous. Tall, blonde, perfect smile. The kind of guy that could definitely get every girl's attention. We didn't get many of those at the BAU that often, except, of course, for Dr. Spencer Reid. My best friend was hands down the hottest agent in the whole FBI, and I enjoyed having him near. But this guy was completely different.
- "Who is that?"- Elle asked and stood by our side.
- "The Future Mr. Garcia,"- Penelope whispered as the tall young man walked over us and cut us one flirtatious smile. I couldn't help it and returned the smile.
- "Hi"- I smiled and waved- "How can I help you?"
- "Hey. I'm..."
- "Sean!"- Derek Worst time ever Morgan ruined the whole moment as he walked over and took that hot guy away from us. Now at least we knew his name was Sean.
- "You must be looking for your brother."- Morgan said and tapped on his back.
- "Yeah."
- "Right this way"- and that's how that apparition was gone from our lives and directed straight to... Aaron Hotchner's office?
- "Brother as in?"- Elle asked and turned to us, confused- "That's Hotch's brother?!"
- "Maybe Hotch is adopted,"- Garcia whispered, not taking her eyes from Sean until he disappeared behind the door.
- "I feel scammed. We didn't get the hot brother"- I sighed and shook my head- "Well, I might have never solved a case with that smile around the bullpen"- Elle and Penelope giggled, but someone coughed behind my back, and immediately, I knew who he was.
- "Who are you guys talking about?"
Spence Walter Reid was standing right behind my back, and the look in his eyes wasn't as sweet and friendly as I was already used to. He was upset. I just didn't know why.
- "No one"- I lied and looked away.
- "Who were you all staring at?"- Reid asked. I quickly returned to my desk (right in front of his), grabbed a few files, and pretended to be working.
- "Aaron's brother"- Elle explained- "Apparently, we got the wrong Hotchner."
- "Sean?"- Spencer frowned and looked at us- "He just got into Georgetown law school. Maybe he came to pick up his brother to celebrate."
- "Who is gonna celebrate?"- JJ walked over, holding a bunch of folders, and looked at us.
- "Hotch and my future husband"- Garcia sighed and kept looking over at Aaron's door.
- "Sean, Hotch's brother is here, and believe me, he looks nothing like his brother."
Elle smiled and moved a chair across from her desk to make sure she had the best seat in the room to see Sean when he walked out. I shook my head as Elle winked at me.
- "Stop pretending you didn't see him, (Y/N). You were the one who talked to him."
I swear, I could feel Spencer's eyes on me, burning my skin. I slowly turned around and looked at him with a small, innocent smile. But all I got in return was a stern look.
- "I just... wanted to... help him"- I tried to excuse myself, but Elle laughed, and Garcia followed.
- "Sure, babe. He looked like he was hopelessly lost in the BAU. He needed your help to find his brother."- I don't know why Elle was acting like that, but she made sure Spencer would be even more upset than he already was.
- "Stop it! I just asked if he needed any help."
- "Oh! and you would have given him a hand with anything he needed, wouldn't you?"- Elle chuckled and winked again.
- "Oh sweet Jesus, I would. All he has to do is ask, and he..."- Penelope got carried away in second, and she only paused her words when Hotch's door slammed open, and we all looked at Sean storming out of the office.
- "That's Hotch's brother?"- JJ asked, surprised. Elle nodded and literally bit her lips as she stared at him, walking over. Penelope barely even blinked, and I made my best not to make eye contact with him. Instead, I looked at Reid. And he locked eyes in mine, but again, his look was cold.
- "I don't see it"- JJ stared at Sean as he clearly argued with Hotch. I stayed still, sitting behind my desk, looking at the files.
- "You know what?! Don't profile me, Aaron!"- Sean yelled, and I could only imagine Penelope's crush growing bigger with each word that came from his mouth.
- "Now I see it!"- JJ followed Sean with her eyes as he rushed out of the BAU.
- "I hate to see you leave, but I love to watch you walk away."- Penelope whispered, and we all giggled.
- "Do you think Hotch is hiding that ass?"- Elle asked, and I couldn't hold the laughter.
- "I didn't want to think of that!"
- "Oh please!! (Y/N) stop being such a goodie-goodie!!"- Elle smacked my arm and shook her head- "You stared at his ass. Deal with it. You are single! You don't have to pretend you don't see a hot guy when you see one."
- "I saw him. He was cute. I'm just... not... that... affected...."
- "You don't have to pretend,"- Spencer said suddenly and raised an eyebrow- "Your body language indicates that you are nervous. You are blinking rapidly, our pupils are dilated, and you've been bouncing your knees since you sat down. Obviously, Hotch's brother affected you."
I opened my mouth to answer, but Hotch himself interrupted us and announced we had a case. Spencer just kept his eyes on mine for a few more seconds before walking away quickly to the conference room.
- "Looks like pretty boy is jealous,"- Elle teased and stood up too- "I don't know why if he ain't your boyfriend."
- "I know he ain't my boyfriend, and I'm sure he is not jealous. You are all just acting like school girls around a hot guy."- I tried to argue as I stood up and followed them to the conference room.
- "Oh honey, when you see a guy like that, you just can't help it."- Garcia smiled and sighed- "He was the sugar that got me going for the rest of the day."
- "It's only nine am."- JJ added, and Garcia just sighed.
- "That's how good it was."
The case was in Terra Mesa, New Mexico. A clearly angry Hotch announced wheels up in thirty, and we all headed back to our desk to gather our things.
- "Hey, I brought you back your copy of The Illustrated Man"- I walked to Spencer and handed him over his book- "Maybe after the case, we can get a coffee and talk about it."
- "Maybe not"- he grabbed it from my hands and put it on his satchel.
- "Why not?"
- "I don't feel like it."- Spencer avoided looking at me. He just closed his bag and walked away from me.
- "Hey! What did I do?"- I asked him and followed him, but he didn't even look at me.
- "Spencer, I'm talking to you!"
- "And as you can notice, I don't wanna talk to you."
His answer stopped me in my tracks and left me speechless. Spencer got into the elevator and pushed the button to close the door as fast as possible.
He had never acted like that with me. He had never talked to me like that. Shit! He had never been an asshole with me before. I had seen Reid being a jerk with people when he is mad, but he had never been like that with me. And all that just 'cos me, and the girls were a little unprofessional?
Apparently, Spencer was furious with me because during the whole investigation, he kept avoiding me. Of course, it didn't help that Hotch paired me with Reid and Morgan to talk to a young girl who had been abducted from the crime scene.
- "So, pretty girl, I saw you yesterday. Your eyes were shining when you talked to Sean"- Morgan started teasing me the second we got into the SUV.
- "I don't know what you are talking about."- I whispered and looked outside.
- "Oh please, you, Garcia, JJ, even Elle, the four girls were drooling over Hotchner's younger brother."
- "That's not true"- I denied right away- "We were all surprised. I had no idea Hotch had a brother."
And Spencer just snorted at my words.
- "What?"- I turned around and looked at him. He was sitting at the back seat, alone, arms crossed on his chest, avoiding eye contact.
- "Maybe you should stop talking about Hotch's hot brother and focus on the case."- his voice was cold and distant. I tried to read him, but all I could see was anger.
- "Ok, kid."- Morgan chuckled and shook his head - "No need to get all defensive."
- "I'm not defensive. I'm just saying we have to solve a case. People are dead, and you are still rambling about how hot Hotchner's brother is. We are not a fucking gossip show. Enough with it already."
I widened my eyes as I stared at him, bitter and angry. Not really a good combo. Spencer is one passive-aggressive asshole when he is mad, and you don't want to deal with him under those circumstances. Believe me.
But Derek just laughed and continued driving. He winked at me and pretended Spencer hadn't said anything hurtful or even evil. But, to be honest, Morgan looked composed and even amused. In fact, I'm pretty sure he was actually enjoying that awkward ride.
I wish I could tell you that was all Spencer did that day, but no. He actually exceeded himself in the art of being an asshole.
- "We are looking for a cult leader."- Reid started giving the profile to the police department- "Typically men between the age of 25 and 35"- he made a pause and looked at me.
- "What?"- I whispered, thinking maybe he wanted me to continue talking.
- "Nothing. I thought you were going to start giggling or sighing."- Elle and Morgan looked surprised as Gideon frowned, not getting Reid's comment.
- "Over a sociopath underachiever with an extremely abusive childhood?"- I asked him, as I continued describing the profile- "Why would I?"
- "I don't know."- he shrugged and continued walking around the office -"I thought after yesterday, it was going to be your usual behavior around men that age."
- "Reid"- Hotch's voice was cold and severe. Spencer looked at him and turned around to find an empty seat. Aaron continued giving the profile, and I turned to my best friend, enraged. I wasn't going to tolerate that passive-aggressive attitude.
- "Fuck you."- I mouthed and stared straight into his eyes.
Avoiding and ignoring Reid was a challenging task to achieve. Hotch was nice and wise enough to keep us apart for the rest of the day, but that didn't stop him from staring. And his eyes burned my skin each time we were together in the same room.
I made my best effort and avoided looking at him the whole time. But I felt him staring. And though I was honestly mad at him now, a part of me just wondered what on earth was he so upset about?
I found out the whole truth later that night, back at the hotel. I was already in bed, trying to forget about the case, 'cos it had already been solved, and we were supposed to go back home early the following day.
I was alone, 'cos my roommate Elle was in the hotel bar with JJ and Morgan. I didn't feel like going. I just wanted my pajamas and do nothing.
Fine, that's not what I wanted to do. I wanted to be with Reid, talking about The Illustrated man, or any other book, drinking coffee, making jokes, laughing.
But he was mad at me, and now I was mad at him too, which meant things weren't going to be smooth between us in a long while. We had only fought once before until that day. It happened when we first became friends, and we argued over some random Star Wars fact. He didn't admit he was wrong, and when I showed him I was right, he got all defensive and refused to talk to me for a whole week.
Of course, this time, it was going to be a hundred times worse.
I debated whether I should or shouldn't call Reid and yell at him when I heard someone knocking on my door. Of course, I thought it was Elle, so I dragged my weary body from the bed, arguing I had explicitly told her she had to bring her key when she left the room.
But no. It wasn't Elle. In the hall, looking like shit, I found Doctor Spencer Walter Reid.
It wasn't a good sign the way my heart skipped a beat the second I saw him. It didn't get any better when the two of us just stared at each other in silence for a moment, and I felt my whole body tremble only by his presence. I couldn't control it even if I wanted to. I loved him, and it was getting too hard to hide.
- "What are you doing here?"- I made sure my voice was as upset as possible and even made an extra effort to furrow my brows as I stared into his eyes. His look had softened, and you could tell he was nervous. He scratched his hair and fixed his nerdy glasses before speaking.
- "I needed... I wanted... I want to talk to you."- Spencer finally said and sighed, looking at me.
- "Why would I want to talk to you after you humiliated me in front of the whole police department?"
I spat each word and tried to slam the door on his face, but he stopped me before succeeding.
- "Wait, please, (Y/N)"- he pushed the door open and followed me inside the room.
- "Get out, Reid!"- I argued immediately, but he didn't listen. He actually closed the door behind his back and stood behind me. I refused to look at him, 'cos I knew what would happen if I did: I would forgive him too quickly.
- "(Y/N), I'm so sorry. I know I was an asshole. I didn't mean it. I was completely out of place."
Spencer literally vomited his speech in less than three seconds and stayed wordless and silent afterward. I crossed my arms on my chest and stayed still. I really didn't want to talk to him.
- "I'm sorry"- his voice was now a tiny whisper that somehow got inside my heart, melting the fortress I kept building against him.
- "Why did you do it?"- I asked the most straightforward question, but he didn't answer. Spencer stayed quiet for at least two minutes. So I turned around and faced him. His eyes were red, and he was fighting the tears back.
- "Why did you humiliate me, Spencer?"
- "I didn't mean to."
- "So? I don't care what you meant. You did it anyway. You fucking humiliated me in front of the team and in front of the whole police office, and why? 'Cos you were mad at me for being unprofessional? Excuse me, but I think what you did lacked more professionalism than anything I had ever done."
I knew it was a mistake. I knew I didn't have to look at Spencer while I spoke. But I couldn't stop myself. I didn't want to cry either, but I was already too upset and way too tired, so the tears started falling down my cheeks. And his followed quickly.
- "I'm so sorry,"- he repeated and bit his lips, staring at me.
- "Why did you do it, Spencer?"- I asked him again, 'cos I still didn't know why he had hurt me so deeply.
- "I was wrong..."
- "Why did you do it?"
I asked for the third time, and my eyes got lost in his. Spencer was holding his breath and debating himself. I could almost hear his thoughts, 'cos it was clear he was overthinking everything going on inside his head.
But he didn't say anything. Spencer just wiped off a few tears that rolled down his cheeks and shook his head. The silence in the room was overwhelming, and all I managed to do was to sigh, disappointed and broken-hearted, and walk to the door and open it. I only wanted him to leave, but he didn't even move. He just looked at me, clenching his jaw, fighting the tears back.
- "I did it because I am in love with you."
Spencer whispered in the most anticlimactic way possible. I frowned, confused, as he didn't even move. I stared at his gestures, his face blood-red in a weird mix of embarrassment and anger.
- "I love you so much it's driving me insane, (Y/N). I've been trying to tell you how I feel for weeks, but I just..."- he ran his hands through his hair, openly frustrated with his own way to deal with the situation, as I just stayed still, trying to understand what was going on.
- "I know it was stupid, and I wish I could do it differently, but I didn't know what to do. But then I saw you looking at Sean, and I knew you would never look at me the same way, 'cos I know I'm not..."
There was no bigger force in the universe than the one that moved my body unconsciously against Spencer. I grabbed his face with both hands and planted a kiss on his lips to shut him up. I didn't even think about what I was doing. I just did it 'cos I didn't want to listen to his rambling anymore. For once, probably for the very first time ever since we met, I wanted to shut Spencer Reid up. And the best way I could do that was kissing him until my lips felt numb.
I didn't even let him hesitate. He jumped as soon as I touched him, but he didn't reject me at all. Instead, he wide opened his eyes and stared at me as I winked at him, deepening the kiss.
Spencer's hands slowly found their way to my waist and held me closer to him. His lips were soft and warm, moving carefully along with mine, and as he relaxed into the kiss, the better it got.
I had wasted so much time (mostly at work, bored, avoiding paperwork) fantasizing about kissing Spencer. How his lips would feel and taste. If he would make any noise, if he'd be rough or soft... and now there I was, getting all the answers I ever needed.
My heartbeat faster when I opened my eyes and saw him, deep concentrated into the endless kiss. My hands played with his hair, and I felt him hum, pleased with my movements. I couldn't help myself and smiled, not stopping the kiss.
- "What?"- Spencer asked, but his lips didn't move from mine. Neither of us wanted to stop.
- "Nothing,"- I whispered and shook my head softly- "I just like kissing you."
- "I like kissing you too,"- he answered and moved his hands from my waist to my cheeks and held my face. His hands were so big I could feel him covering most of my cheek. He made me feel secure, safe. Loved. All that only from cupping my face.
- "I love you."- Spencer whispered and opened his eyes. I looked at him and sighed, trying to keep myself together, when all I really wanted was to yell and jump and act like a teenager in love.
- "Me too."
That was all I managed to answer, though I knew he deserved better. He deserved to know how much I loved him, how crazy I was over everything he did. Everything he was. But I couldn't tell him that, not at that minute at least. That night I couldn't really speak much because all I wanted to do was to kiss him. I wanted to kiss Spencer Reid until my lips burned.
But he didn't let me fulfill my dream. As soon as he heard me, he stopped the kiss and stayed very, very still.
- "What happened?"- I panicked, I don't know why- "Did I overstep..."
- "You love me?"- he interrupted me, and his eyes filled with tears. Happy tears. His smile was soft and warm as he stared at me, waiting for an answer.
- "I do,"- I murmured and blushed. Was it too late to blush? Maybe, but I couldn't help it. Not when he was looking at me like that. Like I was the most beautiful woman on earth. No. Like I was the only woman on earth for him.
- "I'm so sorry..."
But I really didn't want to listen to his apology. I had already forgiven him. All I wanted was to kiss him again. And again.
I crushed my lips against his, and this time, I felt him smiling into the kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he locked his around my waist. We were so close I could feel the warmth of his body as he relaxed a little more, and his fingers started caressing the small on my back.
- "Come here."
I took a few steps back, and he followed, keeping as close to me as possible. Finally, I dragged him to my bed, and he laid by my side. Our legs were intertwined as we melted on that mattress, just kissing.
I honestly never imagined I would kiss Spencer. Maybe that's why I enjoyed it and tasted him (and the moment) in slow motion. He sighed and smiled as his lips and tongue played with mine. One of his hands held my waist as the other played with my hair.
It was heaven. I didn't imagine anything better than being on that bed kissing Spencer Reid. He whispered he loved me again, and I sighed. For a second, it felt I was in a dream.
- "Ok, mama, get out of that.... WHOO!"- Derek, JJ, and Elle stormed into the door and caught Spencer and I kissing on the bed. I felt like a teenager all over again.
- "What the..."- Elle asked was holding the key in her hands, eyes wide opened, in shock.
- "My man!"- Morgan was about to start clapping when JJ grabbed him and Elle's arm.
- "The guys need some privacy. Come on, let's go. You can sleep in my room, Elle"- JJ smiled and closed the door behind her back, but less than a second later, Derek walked in again.
- "Smile to Garcia!"- Derek waved, holding his phone. Spencer closed his eyes and covered his face, embarrassed as I grabbed a pillow and threw it over him.
- "Get the fuck out of my room!"- I shouted, and JJ had to pull Morgan's sleeve to get him out of there. Once the door was closed (again), we waited a few seconds in case Derek tried to interrupt us one more time. But he didn't. Spencer's cheeks were burning red, and he looked so embarrassed it was too sweet. So I leaned over him and kissed the tip of his nose.
- "Hi,"- I whispered and smiled. Reid chuckled and moved closer to me, reaching my lips.
- "Hi."- I sighed, strangely relieved to feel his lips on mine again. I was like my body had already gotten used to kissing him and wanted to do nothing else from that moment on.
- "Hi,"- I repeated and smiled.
- "Hi,"- Reid said again and wrapped his arms around me, moving me until I was sitting on his lap. Life was perfect.
- "I'm so glad Hotch's brother came to visit. He should come more often,"- I murmured and giggled. Spencer frowned and shook his head.
- "I think we are good."- he answered and narrowed his eyes.
- "If he hadn't come, you wouldn't have gotten so jealous, and we wouldn't be kissing right now."- I added, and rubbed his lips with mines, just to make a point. Spencer smiled and fully kissed me.
- "I will send him a muffin basket to George town, then."
- "That's very thoughtful. I love that about you."
- "I love everything about you,"- Spencer whispered and sighed, staring into my eyes.
- "Does this mean we are dating?"- I had to ask. Spencer wide opened his eyes and didn't move for a few seconds -"I'm just asking 'cos you said you loved m and I love you, and if you love and I love you, I'm pretty sure dating would the logical thing to do. But if you don't want to, I would totally understand. I mean, maybe I am assuming..."- Spencer's lips against mine ended with my senseless rambling, and he chuckled into the kiss.
- "What?"- I asked him but didn't move my lips from his. Already that might have become my favorite way to talk to him.
- "You are adorable when you ramble."
- "Shut up"- and Spencer smiled
- "Would you be my girlfriend?"- he simply asked and rested his forehead against mine as he stared at me. I smiled and sighed, pretending to be considering my options. I didn't have any. I wanted to be his.
- "Yes,"- I whispered and kissed him one more time- "I would love to, just promise me you will never be a passive-aggressive jerk with me."
- "Never"- Spencer kissed me, and his hands held me tighter- "I'm so sorry."
- "Just kiss me a few more times so I can properly forgive you"- Reid smiled and crushed his lips against mines.
- "Anything for you."
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UNDER THE SAME STARS • TOMMYINNIT
heyyy i just posted a fanfiction on wattpad, and here’s the preface to it! pls check it out and i hope u enjoy!! 😻
TOMMY WITHOUT HESITATION COULD RECALL THE DAY WHEN HE MET LORELAI FOR THE FIRST TIME. not only because she immediately became one of his best friends, but he would consider it as the best day of his entire life.
it had taken place during one of his unexpected, chill streams on the alt account. he was casually messing around the server while telling some (in his opinion) funny stories, but as the time passed everyone started to get bored.
"let's see if sapnap is down for a round or two games in valorant." he let a small sigh out, before joining the vc with dream, sapnap, and deafened karl. "why the fuck are you two here? can't you just talk to each other in the living room or some shit?"
"hi tommy" dream chuckled as tommy finished his sentence. "we're on a minecraft date, and you're kind of interrupting us right now, dude." the oldest boy added, trying to muffle his laugh.
"eww, man. i'm almost the same age as your younger sister, what the heck?" hearing the unknown voice, tommy shifted his gaze from the game to their discord server (just to check if he had mistaken someone for sapnap). "hello tommy, i'm rory, sapnap's sister. it's a huge pleasure to meet you." the girl added, making his lips curl up into a small smile.
"SEE, CHAT? women love me and think it's a HUGE pleasure to meet me." tommy exclaimed looking into his webcam with a wide grin. "it's a pleasure to meet you as well, rory. down for some valorant?" his voice sounded so pleasantly chill, and calm as he spoke, logging into the riot client.
lorelai genuinely enjoyed tom's videos, especially the ones on his vlog channel. she would watch them every time she felt miserable, because of his friend group's humor. and well, how could she say no?
"under one condition," he hummed in response. "you gotta carry me, cause i'm in a low elo." she added, making him chuckle lightly.
"of course, woman, dream what about y- CHAT, I'M NOT A SIMP STOP WITH THAT BULLSHIT."
it's been a few minutes, and after exchanging riot ids, spending a good two minutes in a queue, they finally started a game. dream decided to stay in a call with the two, muting himself eventually.
"someone take sage, we need sage" an unknown voice spoke in a team voice chat, causing rory to roll her eyes. "then you shouldn't insta lock jett asshole" she spoke annoyed, making tommy giggle a little.
"it's okay, i'll be sage" he locked in, waiting for a girl to pick an agent. "not gonna heal them tho" the boy rolled his eyes playfully.
dnf4life yoo tommy's a pocket sage??
jodienottaken imagine instalocking and then talking about team comp🤕🤕🤕
"your chat is spilling facts" lorelai claimed, locking in raze. "you're watching my stream right now?" he questioned a bit shocked. "yeah, i usually watch you while playing."
"YO GOOD JOB TOMMY!" rory shouted, clapping her hands as he aced the second round in a row. "i didn't expect you to be that good, oh my lord." she exclaimed joyously.
for the chat, it seemed like they'd known each other for a while now, without unnecessary awkwardness in the air, with constant jokes, and good communication during games. for the girl it was like a dream she didn't want to wake up from, playing with someone she felt she clicked with so much was way funnier than playing alone.
"yeah- hahaha, i, i bet it's just luck" he blushed lightly, almost impossible to notice, but some people had, and rory was one of them. "wait i'll revive you" his character placed a wall in front of them, before reviving her.
"thank you!" the girl remarked as she crouched happily, shooting at someone who tried to kill her new friend. "m gonna protect you, tommy, don't worry".
"i am a pocket sage, then." he stated before both of them burst into laughter.
after some won (and some lost) games, he finally ended his stream, making sure that the girl he was talking to earlier, would stay on a call with him. he couldn't know why, but something about her that interested him.
maybe it's because they clicked so fast, or because he hasn't really met any girl his age that he could play games with. it felt like he's known her his entire life, and leaving their call was the last thing he wanted to do.
"hey, um, i hope i didn't make you uncomfortable." tommy mumbled in his normal, non-streaming voice. "if i did, it was unintentional. i had sometimes forgotten that it's our first talk." he added, causing rory to smile.
"ahh, no, don't worry about it." she chuckled. "i had real fun talking to you. it seems so unreal, cause i feel like i've known you since always." rory added, her cheeks beginning to feel warmer.
"THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!" he laughed softly, switching his screen to their call. "we've been talking for six hours now, oh my god."
"wait, isn't it 1am for you right now?"
"yeah, but it's okay. i enjoy talking to you" the boy spoke cheerfully, logging into the dream smp (that he made for him and his friends). "by the way, would you like to give me your own discord? so we can talk later?"
and after that, they were talking for the next three hours straight, without a single moment of unpleasant silence. the two would probably be even longer if it wasn't for sapnap who burst into the room, causing them to end the call.
"how long have you been talking?" sapnap asked, looking at his younger sister suspiciously. "you've been sitting here for nine hours straight?" he added in shock.
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ayo is it me or tommy and rory seem like best friends material?
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tommy being her pocket sage tho🥺
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(there’s another 3 parts on wattpad tho so pla check it if u enjoyed it!)
the fanfiction —> here
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Taco Tuesday - Bucky Barnes
Summary: The reader and Bucky hide their relationship because they think that the other Avengers would look down upon two team members dating but Sam sees them kissing.
"Stop that!" You snapped at Bucky, turning to face him. "Stop what?" He yelled back with just as much aggression. "Doing that thing with your face when you're happy, it's making me nauseous." Bucky scoffed, flipping you off quickly before downing his coffee.
You heard him grumble a few words under his breath and rolled your eyes, taking another sip of your coffee. Natasha, Sam and Clint watched with interest as you and Bucky continued bickering quietly. They gave each other a look that said 'Will they ever get along?'
You huffed madly as Bucky stormed out of the room. Natasha got up slowly, eyes a little wide with shock because you and Bucky had been particularly vigorous. She picked up a file that was on the coffee table, heading to her meeting with Fury without looking back at your fuming figure.
You took one last gulp of coffee before dashing in the opposite direction Bucky had. You walked up two flights of stairs, opening the metal door that separated you from an empty hallway. You trudged down the long corridor, looking both ways to see if anyone was there before coming to a halt in front of Bucky's door.
You knocked softly, half expecting to get the attention of Steve who was in his room on the floor above. Bucky's door opened and he pulled you in, immediately bringing you into a tight hug. You blatantly took a good whiff of his subtle cologne, sighing in satisfaction.
"Lord." Bucky breathed out. "You don't think they'll catch up on us anytime soon, do you?" You shrugged, breaking apart from your boyfriend. "I mean, we do have two spies on the team so you could never tell." He nodded, leading you to his bed to sit down.
Dating a team member wasn't against the rules but it was somewhat frowned upon. Fury always said that he doesn't want emotions getting in the way of missions. No matter how it affected it, he wouldn't let it happen again.
You and Bucky decided it was best not telling anyone and not acting like it so that Fury wouldn't separate you on missions to avoid that. You wanted to show him that you were strong agents when you'd finally tell him the news. Hopefully he'd be shocked and impressed and let you go on missions together.
It was obviously hard to hide your relationship and act like the other's arch nemesis seeing as not only were you in love with each other but were the other's best friend. Well, second to Natasha and Steve. You knew Nat would kill you for hiding it from her; Bucky sure was lucky to have Steve as a best friend. Understanding, loving Steve who only encourages and supports people.
"Penny for your thought?" You looked down to meet the beautiful blue eyes of Bucky who was laying on his back, his head on your laps. You shook your head. "Just thinking of what Natasha would say once she found out."
Bucky propped himself up on his elbow, his expression turning into a soft, caring one. "Everyone will be supportive. I'm sure of it. And Natasha is your best friend, if anything she'll be the most understanding. They might be a little surprised but they'll come around, yeah?"
You nodded, looking down and twiddling with your fingers. "Hey, doll, look at me." His fingers lifted your chin up. A hand tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear and he smiled at you. You only realised he was now sitting up when he leaned down to kiss you.
Your hands cupped his face, rubbing soothing circles on his jaw with your thumbs. "TACO TUESDayyy... What the hell?" You pulled away from Bucky, accidentally pushing him off the bed as you did so. He groaned as you stared at Sam with an innocent smile.
"Taco Tuesday?" You and Bucky stood up, walking out of the room. "Yeah I'm really hungry." You stated, ignoring the confused Sam left alone in the doorway.
The ride to the restaurant was awkward for you, Bucky and Sam. None of you knew what to say. The team spoke animatedly around you as you all just stared at the ground, taking occasional glances at each other. Tony had insisted that you take one of his limousines even though it was just to a restaurant. "So that we can all fit." Was his best argument.
"So are we not going to talk about what happened out there?" Sam's voice caught your attention. The team seemed to join in on your conversation, having gotten bored of their own. "Mmh? About what?" Sam gave you an unimpressed look.
"No." Bucky deadpanned. Steve's eyes travelled between the three of you, utterly confused. The rest of the team did just about the same. "What's going on?" Asked Clint. "What did I miss?"
When you saw the look on Sam's face, you instantly knew what was about to happen. "Sam, no!" "Sam, yes! I walked into Barnes' room to call him down but he wasn't alone! He was with (Y/N) and they were kissing! KISSING! What's that about?"
You seemed to shrink into your seat as a man who you considered to be one of your best friends spoke up. Bucky, who was sitting next to Steve crossed his arms, leaning back into his seat. "We're dating." He admitted.
"We have been for a while. We just know that it's not idealistic to be dating a fellow Avenger so we decided it would be best not to tell you guys. We figured Wanda would find out but we trusted the fact that she wouldn't tell."
You peered at Wanda to see her nod, a small smile on her face. Everything went quiet for a few seconds until you heard a loud, girly squeal. Natasha was out of her seat, shoving herself between you and Rhodey. "Why didn't you tell me!? Actually who cares, you have to tell me everything! Is he as good of a kisser as he looks?"
Your face flushed and Natasha shoved you out of the car that had apparently come to a stop. She dragged you into the restaurant and you took your seats, the rest of your teammates behind. You looked back to met Bucky's eye. He winked before facing Steve again to listen what he was saying as Natasha drowned you in questions.
Maybe this wasn't so bad. No fake fighting with Bucky everyday, no hiding from your teammates and a lot of girl talk with your best friend. You could totally get used to it.
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