CHRISTMAS ADVENT BONANZA 2K24
Day 7: Snow Angels, Alexander 'Sasha' Kozachenko aka Buddy
Alexander 'Sasha' Kozachenko x Fem! Reader
Summary: Angels in the snow could only mean one thing: you were going to be coming back to him soon.
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A/n: I decided to do something sweet and simple for Sasha <3 idk how the school times and whatnot work overseas, so I did go with an american school day, if that's okay ;-;
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Genre: Romance, Fluff
Rated: Everyone
Warning: Fluff, maybe a tid bit of angst?
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Author: ScariusAquarius
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His eyes were exhausted as he gazed down the book he was reading, the distant sound of children playing outside catching his ear every once in a while. When the bell for the school rang and signaled that it was halfway through recess, Sasha's head lifted slightly, and he glanced out the window.
Excitement filled his veins, and Sasha slowly rolled his wheelchair to stare out of the window at the playground. Snow was falling, the ground blanketed heavily and glistening in the winter sun.
Children were throwing snowballs and diving into the snow and making snow angels, and Sasha smiled gently. Snow angels could only mean one thing.
You were going to be coming home soon.
Sasha glanced down, taking out his wallet to open it up. Shoulders relaxing, Sasha couldn't help but to blush and chuckle to himself as he looked down at a picture of you, your arms around his shoulders as Sasha just rolled his eyes.
It was the day after he had been released from the hospital after Leon had shot him to kill the plagas he had infected himself with in order to fight for the independence of the Eastern Slav Republic.
While Leon had gone back to the states to continue his vacation, you had stayed behind to help the government tie up any loose ends and destroy any more B.O.W's.
However, when your time wasn't spent cleaning up Svetlana's mess, you were at the hospital and keeping him company; telling him about what was happening as he was recovering and letting him know how Svetlana's treason case was going.
He didn't know when he started to enjoy your company, when his heart stopped hurting every time he thought about Irina, when it began to race within your presence instead.
Sasha didn't know when he began to anticipate your visits and your talks or when you would take him to the public pool in the untouched parts of the city to help him with his physical therapy.
When you were called back to the US, Sasha had been devasted until about a year later. Apparently, thanks to you, Leon, and a woman named Hunnigan, bugging the DSO Director, you told him that you would be stationed in Europe every winter since the winter months tended to be a slow time for the DSO anyway.
And so, Sasha began to anticipate the winter months; the snow almost like a calling card for you. Sasha knew that when the ground glistened like diamonds, when mulled wine filled his cup, and when the scent of pine filled the air; you would be coming home to him.
The bell rang again, and Sasha was brought out of his thoughts by the children filing into the classroom. They were all talking loud, rosy cheeks and coats covered in snow, and Sasha sighed gently with a smile.
"Alright, make sure to place your coats onto the coat rack. We don't want the floor to get wet and become dangerous."
The kids all answered enthusiastically, and Sasha wheeled himself back to his desk, beginning to get his materials ready when one of his kids exclaimed with excitement.
"Miss (L/n)! Miss (L/n)!"
Sasha's gaze shot up, and there you were, his snow angel in the flesh. You were bundled up heavily, putting on a show for the kids as you took your scarf off.
"My, oh my! It's so cold out there, I think I almost froze on the way here!"
The kids laughed as they crowded around you, and Sasha was further surprised to see Leon peeking over your shoulder with a smirk, teasing you as he shook his gloves off.
"If I had known any better, I'd say you did with how bad you were shivering on the way here."
"Oh, don't listen to him, kids! He's just grumpy because I wouldn't let him drive."
Your gaze met Sasha's, and he couldn't even stop himself from smiling widely, his neck becoming hot as he blushed.
"I wasn't expecting company."
You giggled and walked around the children to pull up a stool and sit beside him, winking at him as you gave him a gift.
"I decided to save Leon from Director Simmons' excessive summons."
"She didn't even tell me where we were going until we were already in the boarding area of the airport."
Leon made a face at you before smirking at Sasha, clapping his shoulder gently.
"But, it's nice to see you, Buddy."
Sasha's heart was warm; filled to the brim with love and appreciation that his eyes became glassy, hiding the emotional tears that threatened to fall as he looked into the gift bag.
"My friends call me Sasha...if that's alright with you."
Leon grinned and one of the kids came up to the desk, exclaiming at you.
"Miss (Y/n), are you gonna do story time for us?"
The kids began to crowd you again, and you laughed loudly, Sasha unable to keep his gaze off of you as you interacted with the kids. Hell, he couldn't even be upset that the lesson he had planned was now null for the day; just happy that his snow angel was back.
You had finally come home to him again, and Sasha couldn't be more in love.
Request: Can you do a imagine on Buddy from Baby Driver? Where you first meet and how he’s speechless when he sees them. Also, Darling doesn’t exist in this story. Thanks so much!
A/N: Hope this is close to what you had in mind!
Tags: @clean-soap
Everyone sat at the rectangular table, waiting for Baby to come back with the drinks. Usually coffee would be an After-The-Heist sort of thing, but considering they were all staying overnight, they’d need the caffeine. Doc furiously drew a route on the board while Griff and Buddy sat at the table quietly, neither bothering with small talk. However, Buddy was curious as to why there were only two of them. Since the bank they were going after was a larger one, it didn’t seem like a two-man job.
To Buddy’s relief, Griff asked instead.
“Where’s our third man, Doc? This ain’t a small job,” Griff stated.
Doc didn’t even turn around. “I arranged the job, I know how many people should be on it.” Setting his chalk down in its holder, he admired his work. “Regardless, you’re right, we’re one short. Sugar should be here by now.”
Buddy went to ask who Sugar was, but was interrupted by Baby entering and sliding the coffees across the table. He handed them out one by one, bobbing his head to the music between his ears, only stopping when he got to an empty chair.
“Where’s-“
“Sugar’s not here yet, Baby. She’s late like usual, you know her. Set her coffee down and get ready for briefing,” Doc said.
So Baby’s worked with her before, Buddy observed. Interesting.
Baby shrugged and left the coffee, bobbing over to his usual spot.
Ten more minutes passed and though Doc didn’t seem like it, he was frustrated. Everyone was. Griff snapped his sunglasses off and threw them on the table. “Where the hell is this girl?”
“She’ll be here.” Doc kept his eyes trained on the windows lining around the ceiling.
“I doubt we even need her,” Griff continued. “Buddy and I got this covered, don’t need some girl holding us back.”
Buddy chuckled and looked at the short-tempered man. “Let’s just wait a bit more before we decide to do a suicide mission, alright?”
“I’m late by twenty minutes and you’re already planning to cut me out? Gotta say, boys, I’m hurt.”
Eyes trained on a woman emerging from the entrance. Buddy felt his pulse rush as he watched her walk in, a smile on her face as she greeted Baby with a light pat on the shoulder. She was beautiful, but not obvious about it, clad in tattered vans with a fitted sweatshirt and black skinny jeans. She couldn’t be older than her mid to late twenties, still showing innocence. But Buddy saw something in her eyes as she sat down that was far from innocent. It was… dangerous.
“Not like you gave us much of a choice,” Griff snapped. “You always late for these briefings?”
She smiled and sipped her coffee. “You’re lucky I showed up.”
“And Doc hasn’t offed you for that yet?”
“I look alive, don’t I? Besides, doesn’t matter if I’m here for the briefings, I always do my job right.” She turned to the man at the front. “Don’t I, Doc?”
Doc forced a smile. “Sure do. I’d hire someone to ruin your pretty face if you didn’t.”
Buddy continued to stare at Sugar as she sipped her coffee and listened, gaining a concentrated expression. It made her look intelligent, promoting more beauty. Intelligence suits her, Buddy noted. Buddy glanced away to pay attention to the briefing himself.
When all was explained, Doc sent everyone to disperse, not caring if they slept or not as long as they did their job right. Buddy was going to get up when he was stopped by a girl’s long legs before him. He looked up to make contact with the owner who gave him a soft smile, sticking her hand out. “M’name’s Sugar.”
He began to stammer, trying to find his voice. “I- uh, I’m Buddy,”
She took the chair next to his, staring at him intently. The rest of the crew was nowhere to be found, either asleep or off doing their own business. It was just him and Sugar and the dim warehouse lights.
“Well, Buddy,” she began sweetly, “it seems like everyone else is doing their own thing. Mind keeping me company?”
Buddy directed his attention back to her, seeing her as a normal girl he’d pass on the street. Maybe she would be walking to a coffee shop to meet friends or maybe she was off to a morning class. But then he remembered the danger he saw earlier, reminding him that she was no ordinary girl.
However, now that he thought about it, that didn’t bother him.
Hey love! Could I request 'don't hold back' for Buddy please? There's a dearth of excellent fics with him, and you do it so well 😍
@pascalispretty
“Don’t hold back baby.” You whisper to Buddy as you cradle his face between your hands. “Look at me.”
He opens his eyes, their bright and feverish, his breathing is ragged as he meets your gaze, his jaw tensing as you straddle his hips, his cock buried deep inside of you. His wrists are bound behind his back with the black leather cuffs the two of you use when he needs to lose control just a little.
“Sugar, please.” He whines.
“You beg so pretty Buddy.” You whisper against his lips. “You think you can take a little more handsome?”
“Fuck Sugar.” He drawls, his head tipping back as you begin rock slowly in his lap.
That pretty pink flush creeps up along the hollow of his throat, spreading across his cheeks. Your hand grips his jaw and he hisses though his teeth because the way you make him feel is just too fucking good. His nerve endings are ablaze, there’s a wildfire in his veins as you drive him even closer to the pinnacle of release. He tries to hold back, tries to slow the roll of his hips but it’s compulsive, he just can’t fucking help himself.
He loves it when you use him like this, when you take your pleasure. You’re the only one who gets him, who embraces his craziness, who thrives off it.
Your hands run through his hair, tugging just a little and he keens into your mouth, hips thrusting up into yours. His breathing turns ragged, tearing out of his chest as the ecstasy rips through him like IED, exploding through his synapses. Your mouth covers his, stifling his moans as he spills himself inside of you.
“I fucking love you.” He utters against your lips. “My crazy, beautiful girl.”
You smile, that feral sinful grin of yours as you begin to move once again. He’s still hard, achingly so and the feel of you clenching around him sends him into dire straits. He lets out a low throaty moan, the pleasure bordering on pain as it sears through his overstimulated senses.
“Oh Buddy,” You whisper, your hand gripping his jaw as you look into his eyes. “I’m not finished with you yet.”
It’s unhinged the way that Buddy loves you. He’s a force of nature, fierce, relentless and completely fucking crazy. The look in his eyes as he holds your gaze right now…
It makes you a little crazy too.
His hand clasps your jaw, gripping it tightly as he fucks you on the table of your hotel suite. Short, punctuated thrusts that leave you desperate for more as his cock rakes over that naughty little spot deep inside of you. His palms grip your ass tightly, your thighs hugging his hips because he needs to be as close to you as possible right now.
The scent of cordite clings to his skin, a smear of blood mars his unshaven cheek from the cut near his left eye. He’s dangerous your man, dark and handsome and he only has eyes for you.
“That’s it Sugar.” Buddy murmurs, his voice rough as his fingers thread through your hair, tugging it just right. “We’re getting close now, aren’t we?”
It’s in the way your breathing hitches, the sound of it in his ears as he fucks you the way he’s never fucked anybody else. That fire races through his veins consuming him as you come gripping his dick so impossibly fucking tight, his name rolling off your lips like a mantra. He covers your mouth with his, drinking down your pleasure as he spills his release deep inside of you. His mouth trails down, along the shape of your jaw and skating along the curve of your throat, his lips brushing over the tattoo of the cursive ‘B’ you have inked into your skin.
“It was too close today.” He mumbles, his palm coming to rest gently over the white bandage wound around your bicep. “Coulda lost you.”
You close your eyes, your lips grazing his temple as he holds you close. You can feel his heart beating in his chest, it’s wild just like the rest of him.
“I’m still here Buddy.” You whisper into his hair. “I’m still right here with you.”
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