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Hello lovely! Do you have any recommendations for a secret relationship fic? Where Stiles and Derek try to hide their relationship from the rest of the pack?

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I’m at one, and I’ve been quiet for too long by LunaCanisLupus_22 | 11.4K | Explicit

The one where the pack insists Derek can’t date anybody for a year but he ends up finding romance much closer to home anyway.

Operation Get Derek Laid by Kikileduc | 5.1K | Mature

There’s pining, misunderstandings, confusion, a little jealousy…

Stiles and Derek have a nice thing, no one knows, yet. The issue is, the pack wants their alpha to get lucky at the werewolf seminar, and well Stiles thinks Derek wants that too…

Scotty Doesn’t Know by CawCawMF | 5.2K | Explicit

Five times a member of the pack figured out Derek and Stiles were together, and the one time Scott figured it out.

Pry Him From My Cold Dead Fingers by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) | 10.5K 

“So they’re coming for our Emissary because they lost theirs?” Derek asked, somewhat angrily.

“It would appear. The McCall-Hale Pack’s reputation precedes itself.”

“Don’t worry,” Scott said, “we won’t let them touch you.”

Deaton turned to him, offering a private smile before inclining his head slightly. “Very comforting, Scott, thank you. But,” he looked between them, “I’m not the Emissary they’re coming after.”

5 times the pack almost finds out, and the one time they don’t need to by sterekanigans | 5.3K

Stiles and Derek didn’t mean to keep their relationship a secret, but they just hadn’t gotten around to telling anyone yet.These are the five times someone from the pack almost finds out, and the one time they don’t need to.

Hallmark should really make cards for this shit by Jessicatty | 2.8K

When the pack finds a unicorn in the woods they call Stiles to come help since he should be the only virgin left in the pack. Should being the key word here.

CHAPTER FIVE! Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Malia Tate, Lydia Martin, Derek Hale, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Isaac Lahey, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Original Male Character(s), Sheriff Stilinski Additional Tags: POV Stiles Stilinski, Omegaverse, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alternate Universe - Werewolves Are Known, Omega Stiles Stilinski, Drinking, Past Stiles Stilinski/Original Character(s), Masturbation, Meet-Ugly, Alpha Derek Hale, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Wrong number, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Sexual Tension, Wolf Derek Hale, Hunting and Providing, Derek Hale Takes Care of Stiles Stilinski, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Stiles Stilinski in Heat, Kissing, Explicit Sexual Content, Knotting, Minor Stiles Stilinski/Original Male Character(s), Possessive Derek Hale, Protective Derek Hale, Oblivious Stiles Stilinski, Miscommunication, Misunderstandings, Idiots in Love, Love Confessions, Mates, Mating Bites, Moving In Together, Erica Reyes is a Little Shit, Fandom Trumps Hate 2020 Summary:

Stiles unlocks his phone to send out a quick text asking his father what he wants to eat, even though he’ll get salad regardless, and notices a strange number on his recent call log.

His face scrunches in confusion before realization dawns on him.

Oh shit.

Events from the night before peek through the hazy fog of his mind. Stiles thought, or he was hoping, that the phone call was a dream. But there it is, staring at him in the face—a one minute and 57-second call to an unfamiliar number.

Oh God.

Did he seriously call someone—possibly an alpha werewolf!—for phone sex?

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Can we all agree that in the 2018 Movie Tag that when Jerry’s wife faked the pregnancy and miscarriage that it was so wrong? Like on a lot of levels. I don’t know how we all just completely glanced over that.

petals of a flower

emily prentiss x fem!reader

5 times the team suspects emily has a girlfriend and the 1 time it gets confirmed

cw: fem!reader, she/her pronouns, reader is referred to as girlfriend, homophobia, case details involving homosexual couples, slight injuries

wc: 3.4k

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emily prentiss is a mystery when she first joins the team.

garcia digs up the standard: parents, place of birth, etc. but the team doesn’t really know her.

they learn a lot about her as she settles into her position over the months. her high school emo phase had been a highlight. 

but there was one part of emily’s life the team still didn’t know about. 

her sexuality.

it’s not that emily’s ashamed, not in the slightest. she’s just nervous about the response. the bau team is her family and she doesn’t want to lose that. 

any girls night or dinner with the team where partners get brought up, emily does everything in her power to change the topic. she’s simply not ready. she’s not ready to tell them about you. 

you’re emily’s favorite person. the best girlfriend she could ask for. 

she just isn’t ready for her two worlds to collide.

1. flowers

a bouquet of flowers sits on emily’s desk when the agent arrives for work. they’re white lilies, wrapped delicately in brown paper and secured with a thin piece of string. a card is tucked in the top.

“uh oh,” derek muses from his own space. “someone has a secret admirer!”

not secret to her. they’re the ones who don’t know about the sender.

emily stands in front of the bouquet, hiding the card under a folder on her desk. if anyone saw the note, they would demand for her to read it outloud. 

“you know white lilies in particular are a popular funeral flower,” spencer jumps in with a fact.

“come on, pretty boy. it’s a romantic gesture. no need to drag down the mood.”

“actually morgan they’re used in weddings too. mainly christian ones but still they’re-”

“reid!”

the sound of derek and spencer’s arguing is drowned out as emily brought the flowers up to her nose. 

soft and sweet. 

she didn’t even need to read the card to know who they were from. 

you had first pointed out white lilies when on your first date with emily. 

it was when you were walking downtown after dinner. vendors had set up outside in the shopping district including one of the floral shops.

emily had stopped you in front of the bins of flowers. “which ones are your favorite?”

you didn’t have to think for very long. “white lilies,” you answered honestly. “they represent rebirth and purity.”

she hummed a noise of content beside you.

you reached into your bag to pull out your wallet, quickly grabbing the right amount of cash and handing it to the florist who sat outside. 

“to new beginnings,” you beamed, offering the pre-wrapped flowers to emily. her cheeks turned a rosy pink, a stark contrast to the white petals. 

she kissed you for the first time that night. 

ever since then, white lilies have become your mutual flower. 

“any idea who they’re from?”

that’s j.j. who asks after walking over to her with a stack of papers. 

“no idea.”

emily hides her smile in the petals. 

2. minimal loss

there’s a small group waiting in the quantico parking lot.

it’s late. the lights only illuminate a small section of the space. 

you’ve never picked up emily from work after cases. you hadn’t even been near quantico before today. but, this case was different.

emily let you know in advance she was going undercover. it wasn’t supposed to be for long, just enough time for her and her coworker reid to investigate an underground cult in colorado. 

it was hard to avoid the details of the case when every news station in the country was reporting on it.

you were cleaning around your apartment and had the news on as background, mostly to just hear the weather report. it had switched to live footage from colorado. your stomach dropped when you remembered that’s where emily was. 

“this is a special report from la plata county, colorado.

we're reminded of jim mckay's words from munich– our greatest hopes and our worst fears are seldom realized.

let's hope it's not the latter as we wait to hear the fate of the women, children, and f.b.i.agents inside the building.”

an explosion.

you covered your mouth, stomach churning at the site. emily was inside. oh my god, emily.

you sent a long string of texts; hoping, begging, praying that she was alive. 

when your fun buzzes hours later, you race to see what the message is. it’s from emily. she was okay, a little shaken up but okay. 

tears well in your eyes. you knew her job was dangerous but this was the closest you had ever gotten to losing her. you offered to pick her up when she landed and she agreed without hesitation. 

there were a few other cars in the lot when you arrived.

they had parked relatively close to each other. you stayed a ways away. you didn’t know these people and without talking to emily, you didn’t want to introduce yourself. 

they looked familiar but you didn’t quite recognize them. there was a blonde woman and a young boy, another blonde woman with bright accessories, and then a man. who on emily’s team had a kid?

you sat on top of the hood of your car, picking at the skin around your nails as you waited. 

it didn’t take long, nor was it difficult to spot the team when they arrived; two black suv’s pulled in one after the other. 

you slid down the hood to stand up straight. you need to see her, make sure she was okay.

the team offloaded at once, each member getting out of the vehicle and distributing their luggage. 

all eyes went to emily as she stumbled out of the car and hastily grabbed her bags. she had gotten hurt on this case, it was no secret everyone wanted to check up on her. she didn’t say anything before she headed in the direction of the car that was parked slightly away from the rest.

they couldn’t exactly make out the features of the person standing beside it but the way emily walked told them they were someone important. 

you surged towards her when she was close enough, taking her face in your hands.

“oh em,” you breathed out, voice wavering with tears.

“i’m okay,” she promised, thumb wiping away the tears that fell.

emily pulled you into her, hand cradling your head as you cried. she knew this was a lot more scary for you than it was for her. 

though the team had dispersed to greet their respected family members, no one failed to see the scene unfolding in the distance.

you hugged each other like you would never be able to again. 

they all knew that emotion like that wasn’t platonic. 

3. ring

a long weekend typically warrants news from some bau member.

whether it’s about a goal jack scored in soccer or a new house derek had renovated, people always seemed to have something going on.

emily sat at her desk and she scribbled away at files. one hand gripped the pen while the other sat on her knee. she twisted a band that sat on her left ring finger. it wasn’t an engagement ring but she liked wearing it on the one finger that connected to her heart. 

atop the small gold band sat a gemstone, the one to match the month of your birth.

you had gotten the ring when on a trip. a shop you visited had sold them and you picked out one as a gift. as cliche as it was, you thought of it as a promise ring. 

despite emily not being a huge jewelry person, she wore it every day. 

the bullpen was a comfortable quiet. other members of the team sat at either their desks or in their office and worked away. the silence made it easy to focus. 

a sharp gasp sounded behind her.

penelope had entered the bullpen, presumably to say hi under the false assumption she needed another cup of coffee. both of her hands had covered her mouth, effectively covering her shocked expression. “what is that!”

emily quirked her eyebrow at what the tech analyst was talking about. she was just at her same old desk doing the same old paperwork. she finally saw penelope’s line of vision and followed it down to her hand. 

oh. it did kinda look like an engagement ring. 

it wouldn’t be the most surprising thing in the world for someone to come back engaged after a long weekend, even if no one had been aware of their relationship. 

emily barely had any time to answer before derek was circling his desk to find the source of the commotion.

“what’s all the yelling for?”

“emily has a ring. she has a ring, derek!”

derek’s eyes too fell on her hand. “woah princess! you’re getting hitched and didn’t tell us?”

“who’s getting married?”

the entire team, minus hotch and rossi who remained behind closed doors, had circled emily. 

“you didn’t tell us you were dating someone!”

emily held her hands up to silence the group. “guys, guys. it’s not an engagement ring.”

a collective sigh echoed.

“it’s just a ring with my birthstone in it. my parents got it for me when i was younger and i found it when cleaning over the weekend.” emily doesn’t feel guilty for lying. it was a simple white lie, not something detrimental. 

the explanation seems to suffice the group who then begins to disperse. 

spencer is the only one who picks up that emily’s birthstone is an opal.

and an opal is not the gem on the ring.

4. home

nobody thinks much of it when emily neglects a saturday hang out in favor of having some personal work to get done.

derek, penelope, and j.j. all get together instead.

the girls drag derek around to a few shops they want to go to before penelope stops at a window with a gasp. “oh my god, look! that mug looks exactly like the one emily broke. we have to get it.”

there was no stopping the tech analyst who had a killer memory. it wasn’t false. emily had smashed her favorite mug earlier in the week accidentally and moped for days.

“we should surprise her! she said she had some personal stuff to do so she’s definitely home.”

derek shrugs. “i don’t know, baby girl. she probably doesn’t want to be bothered.”

j.j. digs around in her purse before pulling out a folder. “i did have to drop off her medical forms for her to sign.”

“you two have no boundaries.”

penelope is the one to knock on emily’s apartment door. she’s practically bursting with excitement. she loves her team and knowing how upset emily was over the mug, she can’t wait to give it. 

you’re sitting on emily’s couch when there’s a knock at the door.

the two of you haven’t officially moved in together yet, though more times than none you’re at hers. the lease on your own apartment isn’t up yet though once it is, you and her will finally be living together.

saturdays where emily is home are semi-rare. cases often stretch into weekends. she’s thankfully home today, though a few chores around the home dominated her to-do list. she worked upstairs while you relaxed on the couch. 

you were slightly confused as to who would be at the door. 

“can you get the door, baby?” emily called from upstairs. 

“got it!”

you trudged towards the entrance, sliding the peephole cover to the side to peer out. three people stood outside, two women and one man. they looked familiar. you had definitely seen them before. 

the picture emily kept of her team on the wall flashed in your memory. that and the time where you had picked her up at quantico. oh, they were members of her team. 

you finally opened the door. it was slightly amusing to see the three agents' faces twist in confusion when it was in fact not emily answering the door. 

“can i help you?” 

none of the three speak for a few moments. they’re clearly trying to rack their brain as you looked familiar to them too. 

“oh, um, yes!” the woman with colorful accessories stutters out. “is emily here?”

you open the door a little wider, motioning with your head for them to come in. once the door is closed, you leave them in the entranceway and head in a bit further.

“em!” you call up the stairs. “people are here for you!”

there’s a distance thud. “coming!”

you figure whatever they need to talk about is none of your business. when emily comes downstairs, you smile softly at her. “i’ll leave you all alone. i’ll be upstairs.”

you squeeze her shoulder when you walk by and within a minute, you’re out of sight.

“not to sound rude but why are you guys here? is the team okay?”

derek nods his head. “everything’s good, princess. though i have to ask, who was that?”

emily doesn’t have an excuse. referring to you as ‘just a friend’ feels wrong. plus, she hasn’t discussed if you’re ready for her team to know either. she then notices the package in penelope’s hand.

“what’s that?”

the original question gets blocked out by penelope’s squeal and presentation of the gift. 

derek and j.j. share a look. penelope’s not a profiler, she doesn’t pick up on some things, but emily’s deflection tells the agents all they need to know. 

they stay quiet, though both of their hearts soar.

no wonder emily has seemed so happy. 

5. case

emily’s not one to let her emotions impact a case.

she has a routine to prepare herself: kiss you goodbye, tell you she loves you, go to quantico, read the case, familiarize the victims, solve the case. all in that order.

this one throws her off. 

lgbtq couples murdered in their cars, all wearing formal clothing presumably from their date. 

emily’s mind immediately goes to you and her. though this case is states away, the unsub doesn’t have a much different mindset than a lot of people. 

she internalizes it as best she can, wanting to perform at her best to help solve this case before more people die. it works at first. emily’s able to go to the crime scene, distinguish evidence, and build a profile with ease. that is until two more bodies are discovered.

and one of them looks like you. 

j.j. pins the pictures on the board and emily’s stomach drops. she knows it’s not you. you’re miles away and you had just texted her a few minutes ago with a picture of the coffee you had gotten. but the internalized fear is very much present.

theories bounce around the room. why were these two targeted? sexuality aside, what about them was attractive to the unsub?

emily’s throat goes dry. she can’t do this anymore. 

“hotch, can i talk to you?”

the room goes quiet. hotch’s eyes flicker back and forth from rossi to j.j. before going back to emily. “of course.”

emily doesn’t stop at an empty conference room. there’s plenty in the precinct and yet they end up outside. emily sits on one of the steps and begins to toy with the ring on her finger.

hotch takes a seat beside her. 

“hotch i need to be pulled from this case.”

emily’s surprised she’s able to say the full sentence without breaking down. 

“okay,” he begins slowly. “can i ask why?”

internally, hotch knows. he picked up on emily’s behavioral change from the second the case got presented. 

“hotch, i-” the words seem to get lost on the tip of her tongue.

she shoves her palms into her eyes. she's flustered, embarrassed, scared.

she should be able to do her job. cases don’t usually get to her. it’s difficult to not feel helpless. 

a hand moves to rest on her shoulder.

“it’s okay you know.”

he doesn’t need to finish. what he’s implying is obvious.

the tears brimming in emily’s eyes spill over hot and fast. 

hotch moves closer to her, arm circling around her. all superiority dynamics have faded. it’s friend to friend, a moment of vulnerability. 

emily’s felt more accepted from his four words than she has in years.

+1 meeting

emily always goes into work before you.

between her commute with traffic and desire to get there a bit early, she’s up and running before you even get out of bed. 

naturally, you like to help her out as much as possible.

it comes in the form of packing lunch, organizing files, packing her bag (both personal and one for cases).

this morning was a complete blur. you had worked late the previous night and slept in before work. emily got ready around you, shaking you awake a few moments before she was set to leave.

when emily departed and you made your way downstairs, you noticed what she had forgotten. a brown folder stamped with the fbi logo sat next to an empty lunch bag. you frowned. file aside, you didn’t want her skipping lunch.

you took your phone out and sent her a text.

‘hi baby. you forgot a file and your lunch. can i stop by with them?’

she responds while you’re in the middle of getting dressed for the day. 

‘any chance you can bring them at noon-ish? we have meetings all morning but a break for lunch.’

you beam. seeing your girlfriend at her workplace is new. sure you’d seen pictures of the bullpen, mostly when emily showed you her desk whenever you gave her a new trinket to add, but you had never been there.

instead of packing a meal, you stopped downtown at one of emily’s favorite restaurants for take-out. a little surprise.

quantico is intimidating, even from the signage you see on the drive over. 

you park in the visitors lot and follow the instructions emily had given you on where to go. security was mandatory and a visitors pass was needed to access the floor. 

once exiting the elevator, you stood nervously. emily was at her desk, though so were her coworkers. you look out of place; reusable bag and folder in your hands and casual clothing adorning your body.

she finally looked up and out the glass door, smile enveloping her face as she raised her hand to motion for you to come in. the agents sitting at their desks naturally gravitate towards the commotion. all of them recognized you. 

the opal necklace the notice sitting around your neck suddenly makes sense. 

“any chance you can get them to stop staring?” you ask once emily stops in front of you.

“hi baby,” she muses, disregarding the question with amusement. “sorry to make you trek all the way out here.”

her hand finds its way to the small of your back, guiding you over to her desk. she lets you have the chair while she sits on the surface. you fight the urge to roll your chair forward and rest your head on her leg. “don’t worry about it. i brought you takeout from that thai place we like.”

emily beams. 

“you’re too good to me.”

“you deserve it.”

you stop taking the containers out of the bag and peer up at her. 

emily’s hand moves to rest on your cheek before she ducks down to kiss you gently. 

it’s revealing. you both know everyone in the room witnessed the act of public affection. “i love you.”

“i love you, too.”

when the team finally confronts emily, she has no problem boasting. 

“this is y/n,” emily introduces. she glances at you to which you tilt your head, lips upturned. the next two words come a moment later. “my girlfriend.”

like white lilies, this was a new beginning. one where she could be more than open about her lover. 

maybe the team's suspicion had been right, maybe some of it had been wrong. that didn’t matter now. all emily cared about could be open about your relationship. 

rebirth and purity. 

God I hate panphobes.

3x15 -> 8x15

12 Days of Sterek

Inspired by hobrien’s let’s get dirty rec list. So here I am, posting non-christmas fic recs on Christmas. I hope y’all have a great holiday! 🎄🎄

12 fake boyfriend fics:

Electricity In the Contact

Sidequest

It’s Not Pretend When It’s Real

I Just Want You For My Own (More Than You Could Ever Know)

I Would Fake Forever With You

Won’t Treat You Like You’re Typical

No Refunds or Exchanges

Bittersweet and Strange, Finding You Can Change (Learning You Were Wrong)

The Northern Way

Operation: Chick Flick

i love you a latte [Fic & Podfic]

Take Me Back To The Start

11 high school fics:

It’s Always Been You, Dumbass

The Lawn Ranger

But Then What…

A Thousand Fiery Suns of Angst - Just Press Play

If you asked me if I love him, I’d lie

i wanna dance with somebody (who loves me)

When You’re Close I Feel the Sparks

Dude, Werewolves

Binomial Coefficients

This Might Be Irony

Accidentally in Love

10 future au fics:

Just Act Normal

Babcia Knows Best

Every stumble and each misfire

I’ve Been Everywhere With You

Pretty Melody

Good Intentions

the shortest distance between two points (is the line from me to you)

Never Was a Stranger

Believer and a Homecoming

The Curve of Your Clavicle

9 mutual pining fics:

everything you do [sends me higher than the moon]

Theory of Overprotective Canines

You’d Be So Good To Come Home To

(not so) Pure Imagination

Chocolate & Pomegranates

I stopped believing in happy endings

Worth the Wait 

of course, of course

Don’t Judge a Book by its Cover

8 bed sharing fics:

UST (An Unfortunate Series of Tropes)

We Have Potential

Stay

little spoon

Known.

Wake Up Call

The Moon’s Gonna Follow Me Home

Break the Ice

7 soul(mark)bond fics:

Safe at Anchor

Ssshhh! (or the voice in my head will have to shout)

Now as Ever (All That Is and Has Been)

where others fade away

Of Soulmates, Pseudonyms and Misunderstandings

Hold your tongue and hear me out.

Meet Your Mark

6 pack feels fics:

Where You Still Remember Dreaming

Show Me The Way Back Home Baby

stuck in reverse

Stiles plans are the worst (the best)

Wayward and Down

Something More

5 epistolary fics:

Mate of the Literary Soul

Letters

my heart’s been offline

The Quickest Way to a Man’s Heart (is Through His Bottomless Pit)

Kingdom By The Sea

4 scent fixation fics:

Scrubbing Bubbles

I don’t know why, but I guess it has something to do with you

Scent Marking For Dummies

Give you that thing you can’t even imagine

3 matchmaker fics:

A Neutrino Walks Through a Bar

We Prefer Good Love to Gold

Matchmaker, Please

2 hale siblings fics:

ADHDecaf

French Silk Pie, Baby

1 established relationship fic:

My Life is not a Horror Movie, Derek

a concept that i've been exploring off and on for the last 8 years is the idea that blake and hunter live in a really shitty apartment that's like literally falling apart (bc they literally make min wage at storm chargers and they live off it somehow?) and lowkey gross (bc blake and hunter are adolescents who arent masters of taking care of themselves yet and also athletes/superheroes who SWEAT... A LOT...).

and blake is super proud of that apartment bc hes like "THIS IS OURS! WE PROVIDE THIS FOR OURSELVES!" but hunter has a lot of defensive class anxiety and won't let any of the other rangers come over and see it bc nothing he ever does feels like its enough when hes supposed to be the one taking care of blake (even though hes literally one year older).

Track Meet, but not that kind

Pairing: Dustin Brooks / Bee (OC) / Hunter Bradley

Word Count: 1452

Summary: Bee and Dustin are down at the track when they meet to brothers, one of which catches their eye. 

Notes: Bee’s name is metioned once, so if you want to imagine its reader you can. This is all from Bee’s perspective. 

It’s a track day, like every other day. I came with Dustin and Kelly, who were timing Dustin’s lap times. I’m watching him make his way around the track, jumping the hills and such. He’s in the front of his group when two bikes I’ve never seen before come up behind him on one of the jumps. 

One rider is wearing dark blue equipment, and the other is wearing dark red, going too fast for me to make out their bike numbers. They’re giving Dustin a run for his money after they show up, never straying too far ahead or far back but staying neck-and-neck with him. That is until Red and Blue both make it in front of him on another hill. It’s a short distance to the finish line after that, both unknown riders crossing simultaneously, and Dustin on their tale. 

 Dustin pulls up off the track and up to Kelly and me at our spot by the Storm Chargers van. Kelly is grabbing him water when he rips off his helmet, looking in the direction of where the mystery riders have also pulled off the track. 

“Man, you ever seen those guys before?” Dustin says, a little out of breath. 

“Nope, but maybe they were going too fast to see” I joke, moving to sit in the back of the van, legs still hanging out the side. 

“They ride like factory pros, I would’ve remembered” Kelly hands him his water, then puts her hands in her back pockets, looking at the riders too.

“I’m just glad they don’t race 125s” Dustin sighed, still catching his breath. 

The two riders, Red and Blue I’ve decided to call them, pull off their helmets with Red shaking his head a little. Almostlike a dog. Blue has short, dark black hair and a darker complexion than his friend, Red, who is quite the opposite with shaggier, light blonde hair. 

“I don’t know, that red one’s kinda cute…” I trail off, moving to stand next to where Dustin is still on his bike. 

“Oh, you would say that” Dustin laughs, finally taking his eyes off the two, looking at me with a smile. 

“Wait, what’s that supposed to mean?” I gasp, laughing as well, hitting his shoulder with my hand. 

“It means you have a type. Moto boys.” Kelly’s also laughing now. 

“Oh whatever” I exclaimed.

“Hey, no one’s complaining!” Dustin says before adding, “Especially not me” and winking at me as he gets off his bike, handing me his water.

I roll my eyes but smile nonetheless. 

“I’m gonna go introduce myself, you comin’?” Dusting asks.

I nod, waving bye to Kelly.

Me and Dustin start walking making our way to Red and Blue, Dustin swinging his arm around my shoulder. 

“Hey there! How’s it going?” Dustin starts. 

“Hey,” I add, crossing my arms with Dustin’s water still in my hand. 

“Tracks a little soggy” Red says, swinging his leg over the bike while Blue gets off his and walks around to us. 

“Well, it didn’t seem to slow you guys down” Dustin compliments.

“Hey, I’m Blake”, the one in blue says, reaching up and giving Dustin a high five/grabbing his hand that’s not around my shoulder. He tries to do the same to me but I keep my arms crossed. I’m about to explain when Dustin speaks first. 

“Yeah man, don’t take it the wrong way, she’s weird about that kind of stuff” Dustin uses his arm over my shoulder to nudge me, making us sway a bit. 

Blake’s eyebrows raise, looking back and forth between Dustin and me, clearly noting that I’m unbothered by Dustin’s arm. Red is now fully facing us and leaning back against the side of his bike seat. 

“When you’re right, you’re right. It’s nice to meet you, though.” I shrug, “I’m Bee”

“Bee?” Red says in disbelief, looking at me like I’ve lost my head. 

“What can I say? My parents had a sense of humor” I chuckle, giving him a smile. Yeah, he’s cute. I watch as Red nods his head, a smirk coming to his lips. 

“Nice to meet you guys” Dustin smiles. 

“My brother Hunter” Blake nods his head as he gestures to Red, or Hunter. 

“Hey”, Hunter responds, nodding at us. 

I give him a nod in return. 

“Hey, what you me- you guys are brothers?” Dustin says quickly, his tone is a little questioning but not rude, just surprised. I still nudge his side for his bluntness. 

 “We're adopted,” Hunter answered, his tone and facial expression saying he’s used to that reaction. 

 “Oh, right. Oh, cool.” Dustin stammers for a second before quickly moving to change the subject, “Well, my name's Dustin. I haven't seen you guys out here before. Where's the home track“ 

“Uh- we come down from-“ Blake starts to answer before Hunter cuts him off.

“You wouldn't have heard of it,” Hunter says quickly, shaking his head and shutting down the question. Dustin’s ever-eternal smile drops a little, his arm on my shoulder tensing. 

My eyes squint a bit in response, giving Hunter a look up and down. Ok, maybe not cute then. 

“Easy bro.” Blake lightly reprimands, before easing the tension with, “And he wonders why we don't have any friends.”

It doesn’t work as well as it’s intended to, I can tell Dustin’s still a little uncomfortable and I am too. I uncross my arms and lift my left hand to grab his hand that’s at my left shoulder, interlocking our fingers and squeezing his hand. I let my arm dangle there, still holding each other. Dustin eases again.

“Hey, listen, man, you were pretty fast out there before,” Blake adds, still trying to make up for his brother’s brashness. 

Dustin doesn’t seem to believe him though. 

“Yeah right man, I must be giving up a couple seconds a lap to you guys-“ He’s barely finished his sentence when Hunter quips,

“You get too much air on your jumps. It slows you down.” 

Dustin seems taken aback by this statement.

Blake shrugs, making a face that says ‘well yeah’ before he says, “He's right. Dark and brooding, but right.” 

Dustin looks down at me, almost like he’s asking if I’m hearing or believing what they're saying.

“Well don’t look at me.” I say, giving a slight chuckle, “I was watching you, not your time.” 

Dustin rolls his eyes, “I don’t even know why I bring you here, honestly.” 

“Oh please, you bring me here to help you meet cute new friends” I smile before turning back to Hunter and Blake. I give a little gasp, acting shocked and adding, “Oh look! I found some” I wink at them, flashing a smile. Their eyebrows raise in response, Hunter huffing a bit of a laugh.

“That is not why I bring you here” Dustin declared, shaking his head, still looking at me. 

“No, but maybe it should be, just take a look” I tease, reaching my right hand up to move his face in the brother’s direction. Dustin laughs, completely detaching himself from me and swatting my hand away. He’s flustered because he knows he agrees, they are cute. 

“Alright, alright, enough” He puts his hand out in front of him, making space. 

The two brothers are laughing a bit, looking amused, before Blake says, “Listen, uh, what are you guys doing now? You want to follow us?“

 “Um, actually man, can we take a rain check? We gotta be somewhere.” Dustin sighed, seeming a little bummed. Ah yes, training is no joke. Shane will literally end us if we’re late. 

“Yeah, but totally next time” I agree, tossing Dustin his water. 

“Yeah. No worries.” Hunter stands up, bumping his fist against Dustin’s chest plate, winking at me and saying, “Next time.” Before walking away. 

“Yeah, cool. Next time.” Dustin and I turn to head back towards Kelly and the van. 

“Later,” Blake calls after us, our backs already to him. 

“Oh, he was so hitting on us,” I tell Dustin, hitting his bicep with the back of my hand before grabbing his hand. “Hunter” I clarify. 

“No way, man” Dustin laughs out, then seeming to think about it goes, “Wait, you really think so?” 

“Yes!” I say, enthused, giving his arm a jostle.

“I think he was hitting on you, not us” He chuckles, slightly shaking his head.

“He eyed you once or twice, I’m sure of it” I assured. 

“Whatever dude, let’s hurry up, I don’t need any more late-to-training punishments” Dustin replied, using our conjoined hands to pull me towards the van faster. 

“I’m only letting you change the subject because if you’re late, I’m late” I groaned, moving to keep up with him. 

Huntress 000 Prologue

bucky barnes x fem!rogers!oc

In which two people find out the hard way that life is cruel but love makes it worth living.

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"Steve you have to let me come. Mom said so" Daphne said, ignoring her brother's glares as she dragged her bike out to the street. 

"Don't you have something you'd rather do here?" Steve sighed. 

"Yeah, like playin' with dolls or something?" Bucky asked. Daphne turned around, glaring at the boy who her brother decided was going to be his new best friend. 

She and Steve always did everything together. Then one day Steve tells her that Bucky was his new best friend and she couldn't be his best friend because she was his sister. Some type of stupid boy rules that she didn't understand. 

Bucky didn't seem to like Daphne very much. He spent every moment teasing her, pulling on her pigtails, and laughing when she yelled at him to stop. But she didn't let it get to her. She had tough skin. At least that's what her mom said. 

The fact that she didn't let his teasing get to her seemed like it made Bucky only want to tease her more. 

"No, James," she said, smiling when she saw how much using his first name bothered him. "I can play with dolls tomorrow. Today I want to ride my bike."

"Well we don't want you to come with us," Steve said, hopping on his own bike. "Why? Because you know I'll be faster than both of you?" she asked, laughing as she started biking away from them. 

Steve cursed as he quickly followed behind her. "Cheater!" he shouted, racing after her. 

Bucky scoffed as he started after them, knowing he could catch up to both of them easily but decided to let them have their little race. 

He didn't really know why he didn't like Daphne. He just didn't. Being around her made his palms sweaty and his heart start beating really fast. Sometimes his stomach would even hurt like butterflies were flying around inside. 

And that had to be a bad thing.  It had to mean that he just really, really hated her.

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"Steve home?"

Daphne looked up from the book she was reading and nodded, seeing Bucky standing in front of her. "What are you reading?" he asked. 

Showing him the cover of the book, he couldn't help but laugh. "The Performance and Design of Direct Current Machines. Of course. Here I thought you'd be reading something like Mary Poppins" he said. 

"Yeah, I bet you love Mary Poppins" she laughed, as he sat down next to her on the steps that led up to her apartment door. "But this is actually very interesting."

Taking the book from her, he frowned as he flipped through the pages. "I don't even think this is English," he said. 

"Maybe, you're just not smart enough to read it" she scoffed, taking the book from him. Over the past years, things had changed between them. Even if it was unspoken. The teasing didn't stop but it wasn't mean and instead of Bucky teasing Daphne it was usually her and Steve teasing him. 

But he didn't mind. Slowly he realized what the sweaty palms were about. The rapid beating of his heart and the butterflies in his stomach. He was growing sweet on his best friend's sister. And he hated himself for it. 

He felt like a bad friend. Out of all the girls in the city he could've chosen it just had to be Daphne Rogers. Steve would kill him if he ever knew. He tried his best to hide it. Going on dates with other girls but he'd find himself growing bored only a few minutes in. 

He'd make a joke that he knew Daphne would've laughed at or he'd ask a question the girl couldn't answer but he know Daphne would've been able to.

Steve walked out, the metal screen door slamming behind him. "Hey. You ready?" he asked, looking at Bucky. 

"Yeah. You coming?" Bucky asked looking at Daphne as he stood up. 

"No. I'm gonna finish reading. I still have volumes three and four to get through" she said, gesturing to the stack of books next to her. 

Bucky nodded, always in awe of how much information she could soak in and how much of a genius she was. He always joked that she should have her IQ tested. That she could be the next Einstein. 

"We'll be back soon," Steve said and she nodded, watching them walk down the steps down the stairs. 

Letting out a breath she wasn't even aware she was holding, Daphne sighed rubbing a hand through her hair. 

She really needed to get it together. Bucky was her brother's best friend. There was no way she could have a crush on him. Not to mention she knew for sure that he wasn't interested. 

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"So you'll talk to him for me?"

"Yeah, sure I'll talk to him for you, Dottie."

Like hell, she would. Everyone had a crush on Bucky. And with Daphne being related to his best friend she was the one everyone wanted to talk to when they wanted a date with him. 

The first couple of times she did it. But seeing him actually go out with them, laughing and dancing, having a good time. It made her want to throw up. So now, she'd just lie. 

Tell him that he said he wasn't interested. It broke her heart to see him talking to other girls she wasn't gonna help him do that. 

Bucky didn't have it much easier. Guys were coming up to him all the time. Asking all sorts of questions about her. Whether or not she was she was seeing someone, if he thought they had a chance. 

The worst was when their questions were anything but innocent. If he ever got a piece of her. If that's the only reason he hung around Steve. It made him sick, hearing what they'd have to say about her. 

He got into one too many fights about it. Fights that she never approved of. Especially when she was certain she could take care of herself. 

Walking down the street one day and being cornered by a man who just couldn't take no for an answer was how Bucky had found himself in his most recent fight. He had been walking home and snapped when he saw the uncomfortable look on her face and the man's hand, resting on her waist. 

"You're an idiot," Daphne said, dipping at the cut on his eyebrow. It was the first thing she said to him after bringing him back to her apartment, forcing him to sit on the toilet so she could fix him up. 

"That's a weird way of saying thank you" he scoffed, wincing as the antiseptic stung. "I didn't need you to step in for me. I had everything under control" she said. 

"Yeah, it definitely looked like it" he mumbled. 

"What's that supposed to mean?" Daphne asked, mildly offended as she tossed the rag she was using down at him. 

"Nothing, I just-"

"Daph? You home?" Steve shouted as he walked out. Glaring down at Bucky she walked out, greeting Steve in the living room as she walked to her room. 

"You're friends in the bathroom. He was being a complete idiot" she said, before slamming the door to her room closed. Steve, confused turned toward Bucky who walked out of the bathroom, holding the rag to his head. 

"What happened to you?" Steve asked. "Nothing" Bucky sighed, plopping down on the sofa, his head throbbing as he did. "Need an ice pack?" Steve asked. 

"Yeah."

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It had been a few hours of Daphne locking herself in her room before she finally walked out, the apartment dark. Steve's door was closed and he was probably asleep. Making her way to the kitchen she looked down and rolled her eyes seeing Bucky asleep on the couch. 

She stared at him for a moment before cursing to himself, not being able to just leave him there. Walking back into her room she grabbed a blanket before bringing it back out, draping it over him. 

"What are you doing?" he asked, his voice groggy as he looked up at her in the dark. "Making sure you don't freeze to death," she said, not looking up at him but still fixing the blanket over him. 

"It's not that cold," he said, still staring at her. "I'll take it back then," she said, thinking he didn't want her help before he grabbed her wrist. 

"I didn't mean it like that," he said, now whispering so he didn't wake up Steve. Daphne didn't say anything, only nodding as was about to leave him but he didn't loosen his grip on her wrist. 

"You're mad at me," he said. 

"I'm not mad at you," she said. 

"Yeah, you are. I can feel it" he told her. 

"I'm not mad. I'm just...you don't need to come to my rescue all the time. I'm not helpless" she said. 

"I don't think you're helpless," he said, sitting up. "Yes, you do. You don't think I can stand up for myself" she said. 

"That's not true. I do think you can stick up for yourself. But just because you can doesn't mean you should" he said.

"How did you even know I needed help? What if I wanted to talk to him?" she asked, sitting next to him, taking some of the blanket as he offered it to her. 

"Did you?" he asked. 

"No. But that's not the point. What if I did?" she asked. 

"What if I didn't want you to talk to him?" Bucky asked. "Since when do you care who I talk to?" Daphne asked. 

"Since you stopped telling me which ones of your friends were interested in me," he said, smirking at her as she shook her head. 

"That's different?" she told him. 

"How is that different?" he asked. "Because Dottie isn't your type," she said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. 

"Dottie?"

"Cooper."

"Dottie Cooper? I didn't know about her. I was talking about Margaret" he said. "No Margaret was three weeks ago. I didn't tell you about her because she's got the attention span of a goldfish" she said, a small smile on her face when he laughed. 

"Right. And what's wrong with Dottie Cooper?" he asked. Daphne sighed as she shook her head. 

"Nothing. I guess" she mumbled. Bucky looked down at her confused. "If nothing's wrong with her why didn't you tell me?" he asked. 

Daphne just shrugged, playing with the frayed edges of the blanket. "Daph, come on. You've always got something to say. Don't go quiet on me now" he said, gently nudging her arm. 

"Because nothing's wrong with her. You might actually like her" she said. 

"You didn't tell me about her because you think I might actually like her?" Bucky asked trying to make sense of what she was saying. 

Shaking her head, Daphne stood up, her throat suddenly dry and she really needed some water.

"Woah, hey. What does that mean?" he asked, following her into the kitchen. "Nothing. Bucky, just drop it" she said, filling up a glass with water. 

"You know for the smartest person I've ever met you're not really making a lot of sense right now," he said. 

"Bucky. Drop it" she said. 

Bucky sighed as he leaned against the countertop. 

"Matthew Henderson wants to ask you out," he told her. 

"What?

"I told him you were seeing someone," he said. 

"Why would you tell him that?" she asked. Matthew Henderson was cute. And he wasn't a complete idiot. She couldn't have Bucky and Matthew might not have been too bad of a backup. 

"Same reason you didn't tell me about Dottie. You might've actually liked him. And seeing you with him might've actually killed me" he said. 

"I didn't say that last part," she said, shaking her head. "I just guessed," he said, taking what was probably the biggest leap of faith in his life as he pressed a hand to her waist. 

"Bucky" she mumbled, not really knowing what to say but she knew she didn't want him to let go of her. 

"I think I have someone better for you to go out with," he said, his voice still low and quiet as he stepped closer to her. 

"We can't" she whispered, thinking of her brother who'd kill them both. 

"Daphne," he said, cradling her head in his hands and forcing her to look up at him. "Daph, please. Please just let me kiss you."

Daphne nodded, not trusting her own voice as their lips met, standing in the darkness of her kitchen, her hands resting on his cheeks. 

The butterflies were back again. And his heart was beating out of his chest. But it wasn't a bad thing. It just meant that he really, really loved her.