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๐ก๐๐ฒ! ๐ข ๐๐ข๐ง๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ก๐ข๐ญ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐จ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ๐๐ซ๐ฌ! ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ง๐ค๐ฌ ๐ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐๐ค๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฒ๐ฌ! ๐ข'๐ฆ ๐ ๐ฅ๐๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฌ๐๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ง๐จ ๐จ๐ง๐'๐ฌ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ฉ ๐ช๐ฎ๐ข๐ญ๐ ๐ฒ๐๐ญ. ๐๐ฅ๐ฌ๐จ, *๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ข๐ฌ๐!* ๐ข ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง ๐๐ ๐จ๐ง ๐๐๐๐๐ฆ๐๐๐ซ ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ญ๐๐๐ง๐ญ๐ก, ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ข ๐๐ข๐ ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ ๐ข'๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐๐จ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐๐๐ญ๐ก ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐๐ฅ๐๐๐ซ๐๐ญ๐ ๐๐จ๐ญ๐ก ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ง๐๐ฌ! (๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ง ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ๐ฒ๐จ๐ง๐, ๐จ๐ ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ๐!)
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While looking for something else among my files, I stumbled upon the first fan fiction I ever read. I first downloaded them during late โ98/early โ99, then cleaned up in word in 2000 for printing out. Before that, I had copies my friend had printed at her momโs workplace, but they were unformatted and not the best for comfortable reading (pretty sure I still have some of those somewhere as well). All of them areย โThe X-Filesโ fanfiction, mainly Mulder/Krycek as ship (I donโt think those two ever got an actual pairing name).
Most of them were from archives that have been since then transferred to AO3 (MKRA, TER/MA, Down in the Basement and such), but I do remember reading on other, smaller sites as well (I could wander around Geocities and Angelfire fan pages for hours). Not sure if any of them are lost/deleted fan fiction, but Iโm thinking of putting some time aside someday to check.
Also, back then I didnโt have my own PC and could access Internet only at school (thankfully, this was during my last years of high school, and I was on good terms with our IT teacher, so I could loiter about in IT classroom quite a lot), so I wrote down all the links in an actual notepad (or several). Itโs probably safe to assume that most of these donโt work by now...
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โ MAKE IT REAL | OP81
Scenario: basically โthe winner takes allโ, but oscar editionโฆor, the one where despite yn being the closest to oscar, no one suspects the two to be dating. that is, until a video of the pair at a valley concert comes out. (inspired by the song โCureโ by Valley (bless @renarots for this one))
Pairing: oscar piastri x fem!reader
A/N: squadron, it is an oscar day. it took me entirely too long to get to this request, but iโve finally made it. i hope you guys like this fic as much as i liked making it ๐ซถ๐ป
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ynln happy halloween ๐๐
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landonorris why is oscar standing like that
โคท ynln heโs just a boy leave him alone
papayabull MY BABIES THEYRE SO CUTE
dreamyalbon this friendship is everything to me
โคท formulaferrari not a single thing about yn and oscars relationship is giving โfriendsโ but okay
โคท dreamyalbon thereโs no way theyโre anything more than friends though ๐ญ
rizzciardo the way ynโs whole feed is becoming oscar is so funny
formulaverstappen whoโs gonna tell them that daphne and fred had a romantic relationship
โคท ln4nation to be fair, itโs pretty common for friends to go as romantic duos, platonically.
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ynln the best mornings โ๏ธ (also i made oscar the bracelet heโs wearing in the third slide i feel so proud of myself)
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oscarpiastri โค๏ธ
riabish second slide ๐ฅน
โคท norrisnation ria and ynโs friendship is my favorite thing ever
dreamyalbon yn making oscar a bracelet is so cute </3
formulaferrari another day, another oscar post from yn. i love it here
landosbeachball THE ONLY BESTIES EVER ๐ซถ๐ป the slide of them holding hands omg
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f1wagsdaily do you think yn ln is dating anyone on the grid? if so, who? ๐
(left to right) yn and lando, yn and daniel, yn and charles
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norrisnation im so convinced that if itโs anyone itโs danny ric ๐ญ how do you go to music festivals and football games together so often and NOT date
โคท charlesrrari yes but also they donโt hang out NEARLY as much anymore? also to be fair, ynโs closest friend - oscar aside - is lando, so itโs kind of natural that she would be in the mclaren garage more, so it just SEEMS like itโs daniel? idk im not convinced that itโs him
formula44 idk i feel like lando is the only one that makes sense
โคท papayabull what about oscar?
โคท formula44 idk i just canโt see them together
xf1x oscar piastri (solely based on how much theyโre togwther)
โคท papayanorris lore drop: yn rejected oscar in f3 because he was too busy so id imagine itโs the same now ๐คท๐ปโโ๏ธ
โคท xf1x to me that makes it seem more likely since that means they were obviously interested in each other?
โคท papayanorris good point but maybe theyve moved on? ๐
โคท pastrypiastri okay but imagine dating oscar and heโs THAT close with another girl, and same with yn being that close with another guy? idk this thread might have put me on the ynoscar agenda ๐คญ
shumirrari wild guess: jenson button (if you know you know)
โคท chilisainz what am i missing?
โคท shumirrari basically lando and jenson button are sort of friends so lando introduced yn to jenson at a race, and lando took pictures of them together. iโm pretty sure yn posted them a while back? idk but it was just a silly guess (her and jenson would be cute though, but i highly doubt itโs them LMAO)
formulaferrari i am TIRED why does no one have faith in the oscyn agenda
โคท formulaferrari also does no one notice that oscar always is kind of shy around yn or am i actually delusional on this one
โคท charlesrrari wait lowkey youโre onto something rn ๐
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grandprixsandgossip Oscar Piastri and Yn Ln, a known friend of many drivers on the grid, seen kissing outside of a concert arena last night.
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norrisnation girl thereโs three pixels on my screen that could be anyone
papayabull oscar jack piastri what are you DOING
piastrisgirl never, and i mean NEVER, did i expect that out of all the f1 drivers, oscar would be the one where we find out about his girlfriend like this
ln4world this cannot be real
formulaferrari SCREAMING IM INSANE THIS IS EVERHTINH TO ME
stardustf1 okay but wasnโt oscar wearing a hoodie in the other picture that the one guy posted?
โคท rizzciardo yes, but iโm assuming oscar took the hoodie off and gave it to yn, because not only can you see her wearing a hoodie in this picture (even though itโs blurry, it looks like the same one oscar was wearing), AND ria posted a story of her and yn goofing off after the concert where yn was wearing a black hoodie so ๐
chilisainz were not gonna mention yn in the likes?
โคท norrisnation sheโs having her pierre moment ๐คท๐ปโโ๏ธ
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ynln concerts are my heaven, but theyโre paradise when iโm with him ๐ซถ๐ป @/oscarpiastri is my concert buddy for life whether he wants it or not
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landonorris but are you dating or?
โคท ynln iโm gonna need you to be so fr rn lando
oscarpiastri fortunately for us, iโm more than happy to be your concert buddy. โค๏ธ
โคท ynln music to my ears ๐
riabish literally the cutest couple i know *liked by ynln*
princepiastri THE CAPTION, OSCARS COMMENT, THE PICTURES?? THIS IS THE WORST DAY OF MY LIFE
formula44 yn im sorry for not believing in you and oscar
dreamyalbon AND WHOS GOING TO MENTION THE SONG??
โคท yukit22enthusiast AS A VALLEY LOVER I AM RIGJT THERE WITH YOU
formulaferrari THE FACT THAT THESE SRE ALL DIFFERENT CONCERTS OH MYGOD
formulaferrari i can finally call them my parents and not get flamed
papayabull and so whatever you do donโt listen to the song because iโm so upset
โคท stardustf1 someone harassed(/j) the guy who took the picture of them at the concert into telling them what song was playing when he took that picture and it was cure ๐ซ ๐
โคท papayabull NOOOOO itโs officially their song, i donโt make the rules
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" and then there were two "
summary: the bau recruits a new agent whose credentials arguably match their very own boy wonderโs
pairing: s1!spencer reid x f!reader
genre: fluff
wc : 2.5k
part of the holy ground series.
โDid you hear? About the new agent?โ Elle enters the bullpen with Derek, slinging an arm around his shoulders in an attempt to pull him closer. She keeps her voice just loud enough for him to hear, but it catches the attention of the agents that walk past them. Whispers of a new BAU team member had been lingering around the office for the past few days, especially one of this particular agentโs caliber.
โYou heard too- What do you have over there Reid?โ Derekโs train of thought had been cut of thought had been cut off the second the pair reached Spencerโs desk, the young manโs attention transfixed on a smooth stone between his fingers.
Spencer looks up, but keeps the pebble in his palm. โI picked it up from the beach a couple of days ago, I thought it looked nice so-โ
โThat pebble has been within a few feet of a dead body and you still picked it up?โ Elle teases, cutting him off and taking the stone for him palm, bringing it up to her eye-level to โexamineโ. โItโs a strange shape though, Iโll give you that.โ
Elle returns the rock back to Spencer which he places atop his desk. โYou two were talking about the new agentโฆ What- what do you think theyโre like?โ
Derek shrugs his shoulders. โI didnโt hear anything from Hotch or JJ, other than sheโs coming in today.โ
โThank god another woman around, I was worried that weโd always be outnumbered by you four.โ Elle breathes an exaggerated sigh of relief before continuing, โAll I heard was the agent graduated early and worked in law for a bit.โ
โYou two definitely heard a lot more than I did.โ Spencerโs brows furrow, his mind filled with questions of the new addition to their team. He didnโt even know they were looking for recruits, his eyes scan around the bullpen, drifting from Elle and Derek as he searched for an unfamiliar face.ย
And he finds one. Standing by the doorway. You looked nervous. Youโre biting the inside of cheek, your eyes scanning around the bullpen in search of a familiar figure. Possibly Hotch. You keep to yourself, as if youโre afraid of taking too much space. But it feels like a front, youโre just in an unfamiliar environment. It isnโt until Derek snaps his fingers in front of his face that he drops his train of thought. If you were the newest addition to the team, he probably shouldnโt be profiling you.ย
โDid pretty boy find himself a pretty girl?โ Derek laughs, following Spencerโs gaze.ย
โShe just looks new thatโs all.โ Spencer quickly averts his eyes to the rock on his desk, but itโs too late. Elle had caught on and managed to see you waiting by the door as well.ย
She crosses her arms and quickly looks at you before looking back at Spencer. โLooks like you found our new agent.โ
You take a couple of deep breaths before fully committing to entering the bullpen. Three people had just looked at you before returning to their conversation. You know you should probably find your unit chief first, and heโd be the one to make introductions for you. But it wouldnโt hurt to introduce yourselfโฆ right? You couldnโt ponder on the question for too long as your feet seemed to have a mind of their own, moving in the direction of Spencerโs desk where he, Derek, and Elle are.
โHi!โ You smiled, reaching a hand out for them to shake. โIโm Y/n, Iโm supposed to be starting in the BAU today.โ
Spencer raises a brow. You didnโt introduce yourself as an agent, only your first name. He shares a look with Elle who only shakes her head at him, as if telling him not to read into it too much.ย
Derek shakes your hand. โDerek Morgan.โ
โElle Greenaway. Really nice to meet you, Y/n. I apologize we were not being subtle at all.โ Elle laughs.
โDonโt worry-โ You wave off her apology with a small smile, but before you could continue speaking, Derek cuts you off.
โUsed to being stared at from across a room? You donโt seem like the type who buys her own drinks at the bar.โ He smirks, exaggeratedly checking you out to prove his point.ย
Elle rolls her eyes and gently shoves his side. โCool it, Morgan. Sheโs new.โย
โItโs fine.โ You nod your head towards the person directly in front of you, turning your attention turns towards the only one who hasnโt introduced himself.ย
Instead of offering his hand to shake, Spencer simply offers you a sheepish smile. โDr. Spencer Reid.โ
โDoctor. Cool.โย
Your brows shoot up in surprise and Spencer searches for any sign of derision or contempt in your tone and expression. Heโs used to getting such anytime heโs introduced himself to anyone older, even more so around people his age; which you seemed to be.
But you seemed to be genuinely impressed. Instead of asking a follow up question on how someone as young as him could possibly have the title of doctor attached to his name, you nod towards the small rock on his desk.ย
โMost people decorate their desks with pictures, or maybe even little figurines. May I?โ
Spencer gestures that you go ahead and you take the rock from his desk, examining it in a similar way that Elle had a few minutes prior.
โAnyone who would willingly want to work at the BAU isnโt going to be like most people.โ Derek quips. โIf itโs colorful things youโre after Iโm more than willing to take you on a little field trip to our technical analystโs office.โ
โI think itโs neat though.โ You move to return the pebble back, but Spencer holds a hand up, effectively stopping you in your tracks.
โYou can have it if you want. You can, um,โ he pauses before pushing your hand back towards you, his skin not actually touching yours, โconsider it a welcome gift. Besides I think I picked up a couple more.โ
โYou know, male penguins offer rocks as a gift to woo female penguinsโฆ So if I didnโt know any better, Iโd think you were flirting with me.โ You attempt to sound nonchalant, but thereโs a hint of a teasing tone that laced your words. โOn my very first day too.โ
Spencerโs lips part, at a loss for words. He scratches the back of his head, trying to look at everything but you. โI, um- no, I wasnโt- I just thought-โ
You chuckle at his cheeks turning the slightest shade of pink, but decide to quell his embarrassment. โRelax, Dr. Reid. I was kidding.โ
โSo male penguins donโt do that?โ Elle asks, turning to you.
โWell they do, actually.โ Spencer answers the question for you, chiming in without a second thought. โThe female penguins often use the rocks to build a kind of nest.โ
Derekโs gaze quickly travels between you and Spencer. โHow do either of you even know about that?โ
โI read about it.โ Spencer shrugs.
โYeah, that checks out.โ Derek mumbles, but his words are clear enough that it makes Elle chuckle and shake her head. He turns to you, โAnd Y/n?โ
โI couldnโt sleep one night and a nature documentary was the only thing remotely interesting on.โย
Elle leans closer towards Derek and turns away from you and Spencer, speaking in a low enough voice that only he could hear. โOh god, looks like we have two of them now.โ
Before you could even ask about it, Hotchner has already managed to walk towards your little group. โBriefing room. You can continue your introductions there. JJโs got a case for us.โ
All four of you know better than to do anything that isnโt following Hotch to the briefing room. JJ had already set up an extra chair for you, and you wait for everyone to take their seats before you take the available space between Morgan and Elle.ย
โAgent L/n.โ Hotch bringโs everyoneโs attention towards you as soon as heโs noticed you settle in your seat. โI believe youโve met agents Morgan, Greenaway and doctor Reid. This is SSA Jason Gideon. JJ, our liaison. And Penelope Garcia, our technical analyst.โ
โIโm excited to work with everyone. Thank you for having me.โ You greet, sitting-up a little straighter, a tight-lipped smile spreading across your face.ย
โOh donโt be so nervous, sweetheart. Your workโs impressive-โ
โGarcia, you already looked her up?โ Derek asks, but there isnโt a single ounce of shock in his voice or expression.
โHoney, whispers of a new agent? Of course, I looked her up.โ Penelope responds, twirling her sparkly pen around. โNot only did cutie over here graduate early every single time, she did a double degree for her undergrad. Also got a near perfect score on the LSAT, passed the bar in the top ten, and currently trying to get a doctorate in sociology.โ
You blink back at her, you werenโt even planning to go into detail about your background to the team. Before you could even ask her how she was able to find out, Gideon speaks up from across the table.
โA lawyer? Prosecutor?โ
You nod. โDidnโt even last a full year. I always felt like I could be doing more, you know? Applied to join the FBI, worked in the field for a bit, and now here I am.โ
Nobody misses the flash of recognition in Hotchโs eyes. After all, itโs a familiar story. But no one presses further.ย
โGarcia, when you said near-perfect scoreโฆโ JJ trails off, her eyes trained on Penelope.ย
โVery near.โ Penelope turns to you with a smile, seemingly proud despite just having met you. โ179.โย
โItโs not really something I go around telling people.โ You avoid eye contact with the rest of the team and look down at your lap, fiddling with your thumbs from underneath the table. Despite this, you could still feel everyoneโs gaze on you.ย
โYou should. Hell, I would.โ Derek jokes before looking between you and Spencer. โTrying to get a doctorate too. Weโve got a matching set of boy wonder and girl wonder over here.โย
โWeโll be introducing you as Dr. L/n pretty soon, huh?โ Elle leans closer towards you, gently hitting your shoulder and causing you to look up at her.ย
You smile sheepishly at the rest of the team. โI wouldnโt know about soon. Iโve actually been struggling to finish my dissertation.โ
Spencerโs lips part. He feels the need to say something, perhaps some words of encouragement. Maybe he could even offer to help you with your work. Especially considering he had also gone through the process of getting a doctorate. Thrice, in fact. But before he could get a single word out, Hotchโs voice is already filling the briefing room.
โIโm sure weโll get to know more about agent L/n in the coming days. For now, we have a case to get to.โ
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โThis one is yours.โ JJ leads you to your desk in the bullpen. Despite it being apparently unoccupied, there's a few piles of folders and loose pieces of paper strewn around. โIf you need anything, just let me or Hotch- or the rest of the team really- know. Iโll let you settle in, but remember wheels up in thirty.โ
โGot it. Thanks JJ.โ
โNo problem.โย
You take out a couple of things you know youโd want on your desk from your bag; a couple of cute pen holders, some post-its, a couple of pictures. You feel around your bag and take out a book you were reading. You were wondering why you felt like your bag was unusually heavy.ย Then again, you were zooming around your apartment earlier in the day as you had slept through your alarm. As a result, you pretty much grabbed the first bag you saw and haphazardly stuffed your things inside.
โNeil Gaiman?โ
You hear someone ask from beside you.
โHuh?โ
Spencer is standing by your desk, eyes trained on the book in your hand. He tilts his head over across the small aisle that separated yours and his desks and stuffs his hands in the pockets of his pants. โMine is just over there. Itโs hard to miss, people donโt usually bring non case related things to read.โ
โOh, right I actually forgot this was hereโฆ I was going to join this book club and I was really excited about it too. But I just found out their meetings coincide with work hours, so now Iโve read this nearly 500 page fantasy novel and no one to talk to about it.โ
A beat passes. Then another. A small surge of nervousness goes through your veins. It almost feels like you were oversharing. You were just introduced to the team, they probably didnโt need to know much about what you do outside of work.ย
โYou can discuss it with me, if youโd like.โ He briefly looks down at his feet, almost as if heโs carefully picking his next words. And he was. You were new, but you seemed nice enough. And he didn't mind the idea of taking a breather from discussing cases to discussing books, without said books having to do with a case. He didn't exactly want to come off too strong. โI like to read too. Have you finished?โ
โAlmost.โ You click your tongue, considering his offer. Spencer shifts his weight from side to side, anticipating a response. The corners of your mouth twitches upwards at his earnestness. โThat would be nice actuallyโฆ how much time do you need to finish it? A couple of days orโฆ?โ
Spencer takes the book from your desk, flipping through the pages, considering the font size, the writing style. He even raises a brow when he notices the highlights and notes youโve made across the margins. He hands it back to you with a small smile. โGive or take fifteen minutes.โ
โYouโre kidding.โ You donโt even bother to hide the shock thatโs plastered on your face. Heโs a profiler, he would have noticed anyway. You flip through the pages yourself, trying to figure out if he was referring to a different book.ย
โIโm not.โ Spencer shrugs his shoulders. โI mean I would have to buy a copy of my own first, which would have to wait until after the case.โ
โWow.โ You let out a low whistle, more impressed than you had been earlier. โI guess itโs settled then. Let me know when youโve eventually used up those fifteen minutes.โ
โOkay, I will.โ
โI look forward to it, Dr. Reid.โ
โI do too, Agent L/n.โ
Penelope Garcia and Derek Morgan watch the interaction from across the bullpen. Derekโs gaze follows Reid as he makes the short walk back to his desk. Spencer scratches the back of his head before quickly looking back across the aisle to where you were sitting. But of course, you were too busy getting your things in order to notice.ย
Derek keeps his voice low as he leans closer towards Penelope, crossing his arms across his chest. โFifty bucks says pretty boy and girl wonder are going to get it on. He confesses first.โ
Penelope notices you taking what looks to be a pebble from your pocket and place it by your pen holder, a soft smile spreading across your face as you looked towards Spencer. โAlright. Iโll take that action.โ
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Heyy I just wanted to ask if you could write something for Thranduil x gn!reader just something really light and fluffy maybe like how he takes care of reader what they do in a day and just spending time together doing romantic things and reader really just enjoying life without a care in the world... (Deine Fanfictions sind soooo super โค๏ธIch stecke grade sowas von in der Prรผfungsphase es ist echt Gold wert wenn man deine Stories zu Lesen hat๐ค๐ป )
Spoil Me, Pamper Me, Love Me | hobbit
pairing: Thranduil x gn!reader ๐
a cozy day spent with Thranduil
warnings/tags: none, fluff!
words: 1,4k
an: such a lovely request; had such a fun time writing it :) take the elvish terms of endearment with a grain of salt.. i literally googled them lmao but i made sure to use gender neutral names. [Ich wรผnsche dir viel Erfolg bei deinen Prรผfungen, anon! Ich hatte meine im Februar und hoffe du kommst da gut durch <3]
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๐ฟ reposts and comments are appreciated, they motivate me a lot and keep me writing <3
Being Thranduil's beloved comes with positives as well as negatives โ he is a king, a leader after all, and most of his waking hours are dedicated to keeping up his political alliances.
This spanned from week-long travels to other kingdoms to meetings that could last long enough for most of the day to pass without seeing each other much.
Many of these affairs do not require personal attendance though and only expect Thranduil to correspond through letters; a convenience you both treasured admits all the dragging conferences at round tables that were more draining the less importance of the topic to be discussed โ even a royal elitist like Thranduil, who took great pleasure in all things rich and extraordinary drew the line after twelve hours of staring at two types of wood to repair a bridge.
Paperwork days โ as you called them โ were the perfect opportunity for lazy mornings between you and Thranduil. Drowsily cuddling underneath silken sheets that caught the sunrise in their translucent fabric, shutting out the world for unhurried fooling around in each other's arms and with only your giggles and his huffed laughter carrying any indication you were awake at all.
Breakfast was served in your shared chambers and instead of getting up and dressed you took the small feast in bed, unbothered by the missed chit-chat and gossip that eating in the great hall brought forth for Thranduil's kisses are much sweeter than anything anyone could have done.
There is nothing the Elvenking wouldn't do for his significant other, including providing you with the ripest fruits to feed you only to lose himself in peppering kisses to your lips โ chasing after the taste of the fruits that colored your lips red and pink.
"The sweetest," Thranduil mumbles, his lips moving from one upturned corner of your mouth over the bow of your lip to the other corner where he breathes another kiss into the crinkle of amusement that makes no effort of hiding across your whole face.
You are sprawled across the bed, still in an airy night robe that's pushed up to your thighs to leave room for Thranduil's hands to gently caress the skin.
The elf himself towers over you, the comfortable weight of his lean yet strong body pressing down on you as his hair falls over the both of you like a curtain of starlight. Your hands trail over his muscles as kisses the spot behind your ear that has you giggling and nudging your knee against his abdomen to push him away.
"Stop, my Kingโ" you laughed, hands sprawled across his chest without any real strength behind them, "you know I can't stand this teasing!"
You feel the pull of his grin against your skin before you hear the rumble of his deep laugh. "I do, meleth e-guilen, I do," Thranduil says, and tipped his nose against yours, "but that makes it all the more tempting."
Your hands trail up to his shoulders and gather some of the light strands of hair, sweeping it over his back. His skin glows in the sun pouring through the window, thrumming under your touch, and with him draped over you, one warm leg between yours, the heat travels to you even if his broad back blocks out the golden light.
"Awful," you huff, "you are nothing but a dreadful lover, keeping me trapped here in bed." Like your hands on his chest, the words carry no harm behind them or any attempt to push him away from you.
If anything, you revel in the attention he peppers you with. The last weeks had dragged you apart and moments like this, where you had to think about nothing except for your lover's care toward you.
"Awful?" he repeats in a playful tone and makes a move to sit up. "Whatever did I do to deserve such harsh treatment?"
Instead, he quickly grabs you by your waist and before you can realize what's going on he has flipped you over, laughter bubbling up your lungs and spilling out while he falls back onto the mattress, pulling you with him and leaving you to topple over across him.
His fingers dig into your sides, holding you down onto him so you can't even escape the tickling that he dooms you with. "Awful, they say! I will show you dreadful, you minx."
Whenever you do make it out of bed eventually, hair all messed up by his hands, Thranduil insists on dressing you.
He treats you like you are made out of glass, warming up the milky creme in his hands before he massages it into your skin so that the chill doesn't bother you, and he sits behind you on the bed while he combs through your hair.
"Looks like thrush nested here," Thranduil chuckles. He barely evades the hand you swipe back at him as you snort indignantly. "Careful! You will scare the birds if you are not mindful of them"
The curse you throw at him instead has him gasping at the pure filth that leaves your mouth that, after hearing his reaction, curves into a smirk. "Get back to combing, Your Majesty. I do not have all day."
"Your word is my command, guren vell."
Thranduils lips kiss your neck, featherlight and then again, lingering. You sigh and let your head drop backward, falling to his shoulder, and blink up at him through lowered lashes, your eyes full of adoration.
His smile lights up a fire in your heart, the softness of it on marble features a reason to go to war just to see it again and for you to be the only recipient of this gentleness with which he wraps his arms around your middle, the hair comb long forgotten, that fuels the fire for all eternity.
On any other day, the duty to dress you would lay in the hands of your most trusted servants or your own, though nothing reached the level of wonderful that Thranduil made you feel right now, helping you to flowy robes.
For you, he even sinks to his knees, the only being alive that deserves this honor of the Elvenking kneeling in front of them, and you smile down at the crown in his hair, the silver circlet glittering just like his cerulean eyes in the midday sun, as he fixes your shoes for you but not without breathing more kisses on the inside of your calf which he carefully holds.
"Shall we walk through the gardens later?" Thranduils hand falls to your lower back on your way through the intricate floors of the underground palace, evoking a pleasant buzz in your stomach.
"We could go riding out," you muse, thinking back to the last time you and Thranduil had taken out the royal elk.
Thranduil steps closer, ignorant of the servants and elves rushing past you with lowered heads and bows, to nip at the curve of your pointed ear.
For everyone else, it looked like he had just kissed you, but his teeth grazed the delicate skin in a hidden manner.
That's how the public display of his utter devotion to you goes; loving kisses that โ away from prying eyes โ turn completely devoid of etiquette, as well as his hands that never seem to leave you, whether it's in the form of a simple pressure in your lower back or resting on your side to hold you close to him.
Thranduil did not need to put you on display for everyone to know you were his, the expression in his eyes told the story of a King completely in love in a way that didn't need flashy gems or luxuriant robes; not that those weren't gifts you regularly found yourself unpacking nevertheless.
"Whatever you wish for. My heart is your loyal servant," Thranduil vows, smiling at the bright-eyed expression you gift him at that.
The letters on his desk could wait for a day longer, he had all of eternity to manage his kingdom.
Thranduil spends the rest of the day tied to your side โ or behind you on our royal moose, as you take him outside to the forest, Thranduils arms around your waist and his chin propped up on your head, as you let yourself fall into his chest. In these woods, with your beloved's sharp senses taking in all of your surroundings even while he busies himself with twirling the fabric of your robes between his fingers or drops kisses to your shoulder and neck, you are completely safe.
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Mr. Black, Part 1
Pairing: Tre x Assistant!Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader
Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. PWP, cursing, PIV, fingering (fem receiving), dirty talk, praise kink, dumbass reader, degradation kink, power imbalance, Tre is a boss, all consensual.
Summary: Tre is sick and tired of the countless mistakes you make while performing your work duties. You were recently hired and just trying to do your best, but nothing is ever good enough for him.
Word Count: 4,099k
A/N: Listen, Idk what happened. He's barely in 2 mins of the film and it broke my brain. That outfit and that smile was too much for me to handle! Idk how many parts this will be. Please, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! And please put ages in bios! Or get blockt!
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Shit! He was going to kill you. You whined as the numbers swam in your vision. You desperately looked between two invoices, wondering how you were going to solve this before he found out.ย
Your leg bounced as your nerves unraveled the longer you stared at the documents. Shit! You were done for. Your stupid little job was over before you had even gotten started. Your bottom lip quivered. There was no way you were going to recover from this.
Treโs heavy footsteps pounded the carpet on approach and your heart dropped into your stomach. Shit!ย
You pushed the papers on your desk into one huge pile that youโll painstakingly unravel in the safety of your home. You tapped a few keys on the computer, trying to look busy. He did not need to know that you had been staring at your egregious mistake for the past half hour.ย
โDo you have that report I told you to do?โ Tre asked, once he reached his office.ย
โYes, Sir,โ you said. You gave him a dumb ass, goofy smile. You handed over the report in a yellow folder. He snatched it from you, not sparing you a glance, and stalked into the office. The door slam made you flinch.ย
You werenโt even sure why you stuck around this job. You were recently hired to help with the background work stuff while people all around you were getting fired. Tre had been leading that charge.ย
Ever since you got hired, you wondered if he hated you. He barely said anything to you except to insult your hard work. Look, the workforce was hard, okay? Thereโs a lot of shit that school or life doesnโt teach you. More often than not, you had to hide your scrolling on Youtube for any kind of help.ย
Even when he was in a good mood, flashing those pearly whites and that sinful smile, it immediately froze whenever you entered the room. Your good mood would evaporate and then you were falling all over yourself trying to correct whatever the issue was.
His coffee was too cold, too black, too sweet. His blinds were up too high and he had a nasty glare. This report was wrong, that report was wrong. No, this wasnโt the one he wanted. Yes, this was the one he wanted. Run out and get some lunch. Well, you took too long, I donโt want it anymore.ย
It was exhausting working for the man, but some part of you wanted a crumb of his praise. Just a crumb. You could survive off of it. You knew you sounded pathetic. Your friends and family were getting sick of you complaining about the man.ย
Your best friend sort of got it. You snuck a picture of Tre one day and showed her. She nearly fell off of your couch when she saw him.
โThis? This is your boss?โย
Yes, he is seriously your boss. And he was a fucking asshole. Who else would feel absolutely nothing about firing people a few days before Christmas? Christmas! It was your favorite holiday and just thinking about all the tiny traditions made you so giddy, your heart flipped.
Person after person, box after box, floated by your desk looking absolutely miserable. You watched their tortured faces and your heart hurt thinking that all their years of service fit into one tiny box. The tinsel and ornaments decorating the office seemed like cruel mocking reminders that there would be no Christmas cheer for them.ย
โGet in here, now!โ You jerked out of your seat. Fuck, fuck, fuck. The intercom flashed red and then turned off. You hated that damn box. Whatever happened to sending a chat? Way less intrusive and easier on your nerves.
You stood up with your heart racing. The pulse in your neck thumped so painfully, you placed your hand there to try and steady it. Realistically, you didnโt have to tell him about the mistake right now. You just needed a chance to find out what you did wrong.
You smoothed your checkered skirt suit, wiping your sweaty palms on the thick material. El Segundo didnโt get that cold, but the mornings were brutal.ย
You bit your lip as you approached his office door. You opened it. Tre stood over his desk, one hand on his hip and a paper in his hand. It had to be the report he asked for. You assumed that since it was so late in the evening, that heโd read it first thing in the morning. You had hoped to leave here with a little hope. Not defeated like the past few nights, still not living up to his impossible standards.
All things considered, he was damn delicious. His favorite aesthetic was black. Black shirts, jackets, pants, shoes. The only hint of color on him were his gold chains and glasses. His thick beard complimented his facial structure beautifully. It was an odd mix being both attracted to and afraid of your boss.ย
โClose the door,โ he said.ย
You followed his command. Shit. You were really in it. Was it your report he was reading? Or did he magically glean that you royally fucked up a fifteen million dollar contract?ย
Your stomach roiled. You were going to be fucking sick.ย
You approached the front of his desk like a deer in headlights. There was no room for you to maneuver. It was you, the headlights, and inevitable death. Shit, would you go to jail over something like this?ย
You twisted your fingers as you stood there and waited for him to acknowledge you. He gave a long sigh and then put the paper down.ย
โCome here,โ he said. His tone was so disrespectful and biting. It was insulting coming from such a pretty man with a soft, ungodly voice.ย
You rounded his giant desk and stood beside him. He was so huge. Thick muscles bunching the confines of his black suit jacket. You gulped and glanced down. He was looking at your report.
โWhat does this say?โ He asked and pointed to a sentence.
โDue to the natre, er, nature, of the findngs.โ Shit. This thing had so many damn typos in it. You typed the damn thing up, distracted, watching all of the people you never got to know walk out of here. Their faces haunted you day in and day out. You shouldnโt care, but well, here you were.ย
If he had done this at any other time, maybe it wouldnโt have affected you so much. If he fired people around, sayโฆSt. Patrickโs Day, then at least people would have an excuse to hide their inevitable drinking.ย
You looked into Treโs eyes, an apology ready on your lips, but he was fuming. He was usually so calm and collected, firing people with an ice cold exterior. To see so much passion in him nowโฆyou were in deep shit. Without a paddle.
He reached across his desk and plucked out a red pen. โI want you to sit here and highlight all of the mistakes you made. And you better find them all,โ he said.ย
Your shaking hand reached out for the pen. He held it away. โAll of them.โ
He held out the pen once more and you took it. Tre sat down in his chair and motioned for you to proceed. You spied the chair on the other side of the desk, but you didnโt get the sense that you were allowed to get comfortable while you did this.
You licked your dry lips and leaned over slightly. Page by page, you hunted your mistakes with the red pen. You circled all of the typos you made. Good god, there were so many of them.
Tre sat like a silent specter. His disapproving eyes burned your back as you searched the document. At the end, you were appalled that you let so many slip through. The fuck was wrong with you?ย
โCount them,โ he said.ย
Shit, shit. You couldnโt handle this fucking stress. โI am so sorryโโ
โCount. Them.โ You glanced at him. Besides the fire in his eyes, he seemed calm and a little disinterested. Like he was already bored of this shit and wanted you to hurry up.
You took a deep breath. He was only a man. You needed this stupid fucking job, but you will not be treated like this for much longer. Fuck his praise. And fuck him. No man, no job was worth this bullshit. You were going to find a nice quiet job somewhere.ย
You counted the circles. Like bubbles of misery. โTwenty-four,โ you said. At least your voice was strong, giving no hint to your frazzled nerves. Though, the more you thought about it, the less nervous you felt. You were so going to type up your two weeks notice tonight. Fuck this cheerless company.ย
โDo you have any clue what itโs like trying to do my job but all I can focus on is your shitty ass mistakes? A toddler can type better than you,โ he said.ย
You gasped. Such a fucking asshole. โEveryone makes mistakes,โ you pointed out. For fuckโs sake, you werenโt decoding international secrets. The occasional, okay this instance many, typos should not warrant a trip to the principalโs office.ย
โI spend more time correcting your mistakes than trying to turn this company around. The least you can do is be a competent assistant. Your job is to assist,โ he said.ย
โAll you can see is my mistakes instead of all the other shit that I do!โ You fired back. Shit. His eyes narrowed and you swallowed, but you werenโt going to hold back. Whether you quit or got fired, you were saying goodbye to him so what the hell did anything matter?ย
โI bend over backwards to do everything for you! Do you know how many times Iโve had to fix my nails as I run around here doing everything that pops into that meaty ass head of yours? Fix your computer, get you coffee, charge your fucking phone. I was hired to do assistant work, not become your personal maid. The least you can do is treat me with some fucking respect!โย
A weight lifted from your chest. You took deep, heaving breaths and felt lighter than you ever had. Even before taking this soul sucking job.ย
โBend over,โ he said quietly.
โWhat?โ You asked.
Tre stood to his full height. Not quite reaching six feet, but close enough. He unbuttoned his suit jacket and then slipped it off, revealing a black, long sleeved shirt. He rolled up the cuffs.
โIโm spank that tight ass you keep taunting me with for every mistake you have on that report,โ he said.
Whoa, what? โDid you not hear what I said?โ You asked. You watched as inches of his forearm were revealed. Shit, this shouldnโt be so hot. But it was. Your mouth ran dry for entirely different reasons.
โEvery word. Bend. Over. Itโs a simple instruction to follow,โ he said. The sleeves were at his elbow now.ย
You barely thought about it. You bent over the desk, breasts pressing into the coolness of his desk. You felt him slide behind you. His thick hands rubbed over the fabric of your dress. He squeezed the fleshiness of your ass and you softly huffed.ย
โCount out every mistake,โ he said.
Smack! Red hot fire bloomed on your right ass cheek. โWhat the fuck,โ you gasped.
โCount it, or we start over,โ he said.
โOne,โ you immediately said. Was this really happening?ย
Smack! Shit, it really was. โTwo,โ you gasped again, trying to fight off a moan. Your pussy ached with each subsequent hit. And he was not going easy on you. Each smack was severe, making you reach up on tiptoes to escape it.ย
He wouldnโt let you. His hand found your ass in any way you had it displayed for him. No two smacks were similar. Some were harder than others. He never hit the same spot twice. Your ass was a mosaic of pain. Heat bloomed in tiny flickers. There was no way you were going to sit down after this.
โFifteen,โ you ground out. Your ass sought his hands, relished each smack he delivered. Your mind turned blissfully fuzzy. Nerves melting away until it was a tiny puddle at your feet. Fuck. You were so turned on and your panties were ruined. Soaked.ย
Your clit throbbed in time with the flickering heat on your ass. And he continued to smack it. Your ass jiggled after each one. Your feet scrambled for purchase.ย
โTwenty-two,โ you cried out. Tears gathered inย your eyes.ย
The final two smacks to your ass were the worst ones. He had been hiding that strength this entire time. He smacked you like he was truly punishing you for all of the mistakes on the report. You shuddered to think what he would do when he found out about the contract.ย
He had maintained a professional demeanor throughout it all. He hadnโt spoken, except with soft grunts as the force of his smacks met your ass. He rubbed your booty and you moaned from the white hot pain. How the hell were you going to get home after this?ย
Tre lowered the zipper on the back of your dress and you whimpered. What more could he fucking do right now?
The answer to that was swift as he pushed the edge of your skirt up and over your wide hips. He groaned with a soft, โfuckโ, as he revealed your racy black panties. The lace was sheer with tiny flower designs woven into it.ย
โI knew hiring you was a fucking mistake. Canโt even focus on shit around here,โ he said. Though it seemed like he was talking to himself.ย
โI thought you hated me,โ you whispered. You wiped the wayward tears from your face.ย
โYou and these fucking outfits,โ he answered back. He rolled your panties off of your damp pussy. He bent with it, so his breath trailed the back of your thighs and legs. He kissed his way back up. Plump lips placed soft kisses to your thighs and ass. Pain bloomed from his recent spanking and you moaned and moved away. He straightened and pulled your hips back.ย
He smacked your bare ass this time. The wet sound was loud and lewd. You prayed that everyone was gone for the day. There was no way that these flimsy ass walls had good sound proofing.ย
โFuuuuuck,โ you moaned out.
โThatโs for being such a fuckinโ tease,โ he said. His hands left you, going to his own fly as you heard the zipper and the frantic huffs as he hurried to free himself.ย
โI wasnโtโโ
โYou know you were. Bending over every chance you got. Smiling every time I fuckinโ saw you. Wearing these outfits you know are not professional,โ he said.ย
He settled back behind you, groaning as you assumed he pumped himself. Fuck, you wanted to see. You looked back at him. Oh, that was a mistake. His head was thrown back, his arms moving jerkily as he pumped his thick length with his hand.ย
Your pussy clenched as you watched him. You bit your lip at the sheer ecstasy on his face. You didnโt want to speak and interrupt him. While it was true that you dressed up a little more than your coworkers, these outfits were appropriate. You didnโt show unnecessary cleavage and your skirts were decent lengths.
Okay, maybe they went a little too high. But you spent most of your time behind a desk, who was really going to notice? It was better than the bland ass, off the rack looks these other girls wore. It was like they all shopped at the same, ugly ass store. Why should you be bland like them?
You were fucking gorgeous. And wearing pretty outfits made you feel beautiful and comfortable. You loved your heels. Why should you keep all that shit in the closet to make basic bitches feel nice? Fuck โem.
Tre rubbed the tip of his dick through your wet folds. You nearly buckled. Your knees collapsed and Tre roughly grabbed your hip to make you stand upright.ย
You rested your cheek against the cold desk. The coolness helped cool off some of the heat burning through you. You moaned as his tip brushed against your clit. โPlease,โ you whispered.
โPlease what?โ He asked.
โPlease, fuck me. I need it,โ you moaned. God, it had been too fucking long since you got fucked. Not had sex. Got fucked. You had decent situationships in the past. Sure, you had fun. But to get fucked, you needed a certain type of man.ย
He grunted as he shoved inside, stretching you completely. You cried out as he pulled back and shoved back in, getting his dick wetter from your juices alone. โSweet fuck,โ he moaned.ย
โSo fuckinโ wet for me.โ He worked himself inside you, pushing into the warm, wet core of you. You were a vice grip on his dick. Welcoming him deeper and more easily with every glide. His fingers dug into your hips.ย
โFrom now on, Iโm checking over all of your work. If I catch more typos, thatโs your ass,โ he said.
How the hell could he expect you to listen when he was buried so deep inside of you, you were pretty sure with one more shove that he would hit your G-spot? You pathetically whimpered as his movements grew slippier. He slid in and out with more ease than before.ย
His thrusts turned sharper. Each one shoved you against the desk. The hard plane of the desk shoved into your stomach. The pain was barely a thought.ย
โOh yes, yes,โ you moaned.
โTakinโ this dick well,โ he moaned. His thrusts increased. Barely giving you time to breathe in between each one. They were powerful and unrelenting. The desk rattled. His thighs pushed into yours, trapping you against the desk as he pounded into you. His hands around your hips were bruising. He had you slightly lifted, so your feet slightly dangled off of the ground. He supported you easily.ย
The minimal praise from him made your heart soar and your pussy flutter. โOh, you like that shit, donโt you?โย
โUh-huh,โ you moaned.
โTell me you like it then,โ he said.
โI like it,โ you said.
โLike you mean it,โ he said and gave another savage thrust that made you see stars.ย
The desk made an intrusive knocking sound in time with his thrusting. Thatโs how hard he was fucking you.ย
โOh shit, Iโm cumming,โ you moaned. Your belly flipped as your orgasm built and built.
โLet it go, then,โ he said.
You cried and whimpered as you came.ย
โMhm, let it go. Let it go. Mhm, feeling all of that,โ he cooed while you came, stars going off like bombs in your weak vision. Your head swam. Your vision winked in and out. You were bliss personified, cumming with a type of euphoria you didnโt know existed.
You squeezed his dick as you came. โGet that shit nice and creamy,โ he said.ย
He continued to pound into you, fucking any last remnants of your orgasm out of you. He was so hard and thick, sliding in and out and wrenching every little sound he could out of you.ย
Wet smacking and the rattle of his thrusts filled the room with a harmony you wanted on repeat forever. You were creamy for him. Needy for him. Needy for the way that he could fuck you stupid and you thanked him for it.
You managed to look back at him. Again, his head was thrown back. The wide expanse of his neck pulsed with a thick vein you wanted to lick. Sweat dripped down into his shirt. His sleeves were still rolled up. He was power and strength. Thick in every sense of the word.
Broad shoulders, soft beard, and those glasses. Good god, you loved those glasses on him. That wide smile of his. His rich, midnight skin. You could spend hours licking every inch of him and it wouldnโt nearly be enough.ย
He was lost in you, lost with his dick pumping into you. Watching how you were making him feel, another orgasm built. It climbed its way to the surface, whisking you away to the stars again. Shooting through the universe with nothing to hold you down. Nothing to keep you anchored. You just floated like stardust around the cosmos.ย
โOh fuck, please,โ you moaned. You didnโt know what the fuck you were saying. You were mumbling and moaning, unaware of anything but his hands on your hips. His dick inside you. His balls slapping your clit. Your hand moved behind you seeking his body. His thrusts were too much.
You pushed against him. You didnโt want him to stop. Just for him to ease a bit. Your swollen clit was sensitive as hell. You werenโt sure if you had another orgasm in you. It was too soon and his punishing pace was going to literally fuck you stupid in a minute.
โMove that fuckinโ hand before I do,โ he spat.ย
โButโฆSirโฆโ He was fucking the air out of you. You couldnโt breathe. โFuck, please.โย
True to his word, he grabbed the hand that you were trying to push him away with. Your left hand was twisted behind your back as he leaned forward, deepening his strokes.
It turned harsher, fucking you into the desk. Heโd fuck you through it if he could. His moans turned desperate.
โFuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,โ he moaned. โTake this nut.โ
He groaned as he unleashed his climax inside of you. He filled you with his cum. His dick twitched and pulsed against your spongy walls as his cum was fucked into you. Still he moved, still he pounded into you like he was trying to prove something.ย
His hips faltered as he sputtered the last of his cum. He buried himself to the hilt and a shiver ran through him. Your frantic breathing matched his as he slowly pulled out of you.
Fuck! You were fucking sore! A hundred baths wouldnโt soothe this shit. A moment later, his cum slipped out of you and you moaned. Well shit. No condom. Luckily, you were on the pill but still. You shouldnโt be so fucking horny that you didnโt talk about these things.
However, after getting fucked the way you just did, youโd happily accept his cum.
Many times over.ย
His cum leaked out of you, sliding down your pussy and legs. He groaned, leaned down, and spread your ass cheeks just to watch.
โSuch a pretty fuckinโ pussy,โ he said. He pushed two fingers inside and you whimpered. He grunted one last time and removed his fingers.ย
He grabbed a few tissues off of his desk and started to clean you up. You hissed when he hit a sensitive spot. He kissed your ass and legs as he cleaned up. โSo fuckinโ pretty. So fuckinโ beautiful,โ he soothed as he cleaned.
You were a shaking mess. Your legs could not support you. He chuckled as he finished. He pulled his pants up first. You heard the slide of his belt buckle. Then, he pulled your panties up to cover your ass. Next, he lowered your skirt and fixed the zipper.
You were too weak to move from your spot. Too weak to stand up and say or do anything. You laid there in amazement. He helped you up and then steadied you while he lowered you into his chair. His chair.
He got to work, righting various knick knacks on his desk. He moved a tiny Christmas snow globe on his desk that you had brought him on the first day. He had raised his eyebrow at you, told you that you couldnโt bribe your way to a good start, and disappeared into his office. You thought he had thrown it away. You were too nervous to notice anything when you came into his office. Just his disapproving eyes and smug smirk.ย
He moved the report back into the yellow envelope and closed it. He turned around and rested his ass against the desk. He tapped the file with his long fingers. โBe sure to correct this. Weโll go over it first thing in the morning.โ
You glanced at him. โYes, Sir,โ you said with a hoarse voice. Fuck, your throat hurt. Everything hurt. He smirked as if he were reading your thoughts.
Yeah, a merry Christmas to you too, muโfucker.
Masterlist | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 - Completed
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`โข- Jealous Norton Headcanons
norton campbell (survivor) x gn reader
prompt: jealousy
warnings: jealousy (yeah no shit), physical touch
a/n: i have a hard time writing jealous characters but im gonna try my best today raaah hopefully i do alright also this is valentines event day 4 wahoo alright cool let's get on with it already
ever since the two of you got in a relationship with each other, norton couldn't help but feel protective over you.
he doesn't mean it in a bad way, of course! it's just that he's used to having things he cares about being snatched away, and he doesn't want to lose you as well. he cares about you more than anything else in the world, after all.
don't worry, though, he's not protective to the point where he's constantly hovering around you, obviously. he understands that you want to hang out with your friends sometimes, and he trusts that your friends wouldn't do anything malicious towards you. he doesn't let it get to him.
what does get to him, though, is whenever someone seems to start getting a bit too comfortable whenever you two hang out. you brush it off at first, obviously, since pretty much everyone at the manor knew about your relationship with norton. surely, they doesn't mean for their actions to come off like that, do they?
but norton isn't convinced. something about the whole situation just feels... off to him. he tries not to ovethink it, but he just can't help himself. something about it just seemed to make him feel strange and sour inside. he knows that they likely doesn't mean any harm, but...
he's left feeling bitter and uneasy as he keeps thinking about it. he doesn't quite seem to realize the way he subconsciously starts appearing by your side more and more, keeping a watchful eye on anyone else around. it's just his protective instincts. he doesn't mean to suddenly start sticking to your presence, it just... happens.
norton doesn't really seem to realize that he's jealous. he just wants to keep you safe and remind anyone else who dares to make a move that your his, and you don't plan on leaving him anytime soon.
if the situation calls for it, he pulls you closer to him almost subconsciously. he wraps an arm around your waist and holds you tightly next to him, shooting a nasty glare at whoever was getting a bit too close for comfort. he'll even go so far as to grunt at them, angrily telling them to back off, though he does his best to keep his emotions under control.
if you try to tease him about this later that night, he just grumbles and denies everything you say with the tiniest tint of blush on his cheeks. him? jealous? no, he'd never get jealous... where'd you get that idea from?
a/n: me when i. nortbn cmpball
thanks for reading, and remember to take care of yourself!
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keep thinking about university coryo and reader who are both very very smart, so they fucking love it when the other becomes pussy/cock drunk because it's the only time they're dumb as hell
i imagine it happens a lot whenever they're studying or something, basically situations where they're supposed to be using their brains and being productive...but they get distracted so easily, and they think it's funny to keep talking because they know damn well the other person is too wrecked to respond properly:
reader smirking down at coryo while she rides him because his eyes are completely glazed over and he can barely speak without stuttering...
coryo making snide comments to reader while he fucks her because she can't focus or answer any of his questions...
shit like "aren't there any thoughts in that pretty head of yours?" and "look at you, top student and can't even keep your eyes open" gets thrown around a lot
are you seeing my vision????
i see youโฆ i hear youโฆ and i love you
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cw fem!reader
thinking about a fwb situation with extremely smart and capable coriolanus snow that starts out as a harmless rivalry then snowballs into something so much more (and sexier).
and iโm thinking like youโre the best pussy this man has ever had the pleasure of fucking. so when youโre riding him, his perfectly groomed hair all messy from being too fucked out, the rings on his fingers pressing into the flesh of your hipsโฆ fuck, it feels so fucking good: the feeling of his cock throbbing inside you and to be in control.
โwhatโs that?โ you ask mockingly, voice out of breath from working your hips. โcanโt hear you. youโre not making sense, coryo. i โ fuck โ asked you a question,โ
then reversing the roles, where coryo is piston-fucking his cock inside you, pinning down your arms as he uses you to get himself off and to dumb you down. your pretty eyes have already become so glassy, no thoughts in your head except his rock-hard cock and how itโs hitting that spot inside you so damn good.
โaw, little bunny canโt talk?โ he taunts, grabbing your jaw and digging his fingertips into your face. โno thoughts inside that pretty head of yours? mmm, top student and you can barely form a thought, huh?โ
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thinking about how weird yandere!paul atreides would be ..
he's such a freak. an absolute weirdo around you, all lingering eyes and adoring smiles flashed your way.
paul knows you think he's a little off. a little too touchy with you, following you around like a lost puppy... you don't get it. he doesn't think you would, but he also doesn't quite care.
it's in the way he stares at you, albeit from a distance. the way he smiles. how he speaks to you. how he acts. all of it is a little unsettling, in plenty of ways.
after all, you're a boy... in the eyes of other people of course.
in your defense, you never bothered to reveal you aren't biologically a guy. no one asked! no one cared! no one thought about it! you passed so naturally, it was better to just blend.
you're rugged in all sorts of ways.
when you were nothing but a child, you'd climb atop of things you shouldn't have, you'd fight the other boys with fists and teeth, not hesitating to wield a sword or gun and join battle.
certainly, your parents fully believed you were the outcast of the family. the black sheep, the freak, the one they'd stash under the stairs to hide you from the world.
it got real bad when you cut your hair and would wrap fabric around your chest just to make sure you looked more masculine in the eyes of many. surely, you were crazy? you had to have been. going out in public like that โ when you're supposed to be their precious daughter, their darling baby they'd dress in ribbons and bows, all sorts of jewelry.
you weren't really interested in those things... you like fighting. you like who you are. it's so much more comfortable, you feel so much safer.
until paul atreides comes around.
when you two first met, it was cordial. he kept a distance, despite being stony faced, he'd smiled at you and offered his name, asking for yours.
the two of you shake hands, professional and solely there for business. until you're sent to arrakis, and, well, it goes sideways.
he starts following you like a stray on the street... so eager to be near you, to feel the warmth of your scarred, rough hands; to stare at you and admire all the gashes and beatings you've received from your battles.
and it's just.. ugh. you hate it. you feel like you're being stalked everywhere you go, asking him dumb questions like,
"shouldn't you be with chani??"
"you don't have anything to be tending too, at the moment...?"
"ah, are you sure you want to watch me spar and train? surely you have elsewhere to be."
it irks him, just a little bit. ever since paul had locked eyes with you, his visions changed.
would he ever say what he saw? mm, maybe not. wouldn't want to scare you off!
but until he does make those visions a reality, he'll watch you from a distance. evaluate just why he sees children that look like the perfect mix of you and himself, why he sees so many different variations of wedding rings, why he sees you sleeping beside him in bed as he dreams.
just... until then. paul swears he'll make it a reality.
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Be ready every week for #BylerFilesFriday ! My mom is writing Byler fanfiction and posting a new chapter of The Byler Files on AO3 every Friday. Her username is ElephantShoe. Please check it out if you're interested! ๐๐ณ๏ธโ๐๐๐๐๐
This art is by her for the fanfic.
(*Edit: Also, I forgot to mention it before but since so many of you seemed to really like the art, it is available as a design on Redbubble! It was accepted as part of the Fan Art Partnership Program, so if you want some Byler merch with this drawing, you can get it! Thank you for all the support btw, it means so much to me and my mom. โบ๏ธ๐ซถ)
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LOVELANGUAGE.com (Suvivors! x gn!reader)
# day 6 w/ @philomena-propellente โs valentines event! , cut 4 length , grammar and spelling warning
INTRO
You just started dating them, and now itโs your job to figure out just how they show their undying love for you.
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The Prospectorย
Norton doesnโt have the money to buy or get you anything fancy. It hurts his heart a little because he would love to splurge a bit on you, but also being stuck in a dangerous manor game doesnโt help either of your situations. (Especially when you are low on clues to get foodโฆ)
Nortonโs love language isย Physical Touch. This man is (already) all over you from the beginning to the end of your relationship. He just loves the way you feel in his arms and it makes him feel a tone better.
You should also make sure to reciprocate these actions. Norton will probably feel even more loved by you knowing that you want to touch him as well.
Please hold this man gently in your hands as he rests his head on your lap.
The Journalist
Alice most likely has her time slots filled with random things she has to get done, so as her partner, she would like you to understand and accept the fact that she canโt spend a lot of time around or with you. What she can do, areย Acts of Service.
What she lacks in time management she makes up for in getting things done for you. Too tired to grab your laundry? Sheโs on it. Need a snack but you're too lazy to go and get it? Sheโll be right back babe. And as a last resort, she would take your place in a match for you. ONLY if something bad has come up and the two of you have discussed every possible route you can take. (and only if you promise to heal her up + kiss her bandages.)
Alice adores every part of you and she seems like one to not fall very easily. So be thankful and glad to have someone like her in your life, and donโt take her for granted.
Please be gentle with her cuts and bruises as you heal her back up again.
The Mercenaryย
Naib loves his alone time as much as he loves you, and he loves you aย lot. Like Alice, you have to understand that he sometimes needs to be on his own for the time being. You search for him if youโd like, but heโd rather only wish you do if itโs an emergency. He will seek you out when he wishes for you to see you. (and thatโs often.)
Naib seems like he would also dabble inย Acts of Service. Heโd do a lot for you, free of charge. Well, as long as youโll cuddle him later. (Maybe make him something sweet?) The Mercenary would go as far as to kill for you, but would only wish to resort to this if necessary.
Naib is a man of few words and has his walls up at all times. (Like someone else I knowโฆ *cough cough* GANJI *cough cough*) Youโve managed to worm into his heart and he doesnโt plan on letting go any time soon.
Please hold this man in your arms when he inevitably wakes up from his recurring nightmares.
Cheerleader
Lily can be easily described as a bundle of energy just waiting to be released. Sheโs a great company and fills any void of loneliness in your bones. She is bright, funny, and overall an amazing person.
Lily has been cheering on others her entire life. Encouraging her brother as she watched him climb the ranks is a fond memory of hers and is cherished deeply. For these and many other reasons, Lilyโs love language isย Words of Affirmation.
To think that Lilyโs enthusiasm would lack or stop when it came to you is just silly. If anything, it grows even stronger. You become her motivation to take on the day and the challenges that come with it. To run for her life if it meant she gets to see you at the exit game waiting for her arrival.
Please cheer her on as well, she needs you just as much as you need her.
The Seer
Eli should have predicted this, shouldโve known he would fall head over heels for someone in the manor. But at last, you canโt change the past, or the future. Eliโs learned that the hard way. So while you're here with him now, let him bask in the light you radiate.
Eli Clark is one forย Words of Affirmationย alongsideย Physical Touch. Your skin is warm against his and envelops him completely. The Seer has always kept you close to him. Whether it be his hand entangled in yours, an arm around your waist, or anything else, he enjoys keeping you close to him.
Eli knows how words can affect people, so he always tries to compliment you when he can. Your outfit, your match performance, anything, and everything gets a smile and a nice compliment from him.
Please let this man wrap his arms around your waist as he hums an unrecognizable song in your ears.
The Priestess
Fiona is a self-proclaimed devotee to her god, but nowadays, she finds her devotion slipping. Her faith, disintegrating into ashes the longer sheโs stuck in here. Itโs given her a lot of time to think, but itโs also given her more time to spend with you. To forget about the unknown wonders of the world and just embrace your presence in its entirety.
Fiona Gilmanโs love language is undoubtedlyย Quality Time.ย ย Sheย enjoys nothing more than to spend time with you outside the games. She doesnโt mind what or who itโs with, just that you're there. She also seems like sheโs a sucker for picnics. Just the two of you is best, but if you insist on having others then thatโs fine as well.
The Priestess has spent most of her days devoting herself to her religion and belief, which you donโt shame her for. She knows that her beliefs may not align with others, but she appreciates that you donโt give her crap about it. If she ever does find her faith in her god restoring, she would love to show you some of her practices.
Please accompany her on walks long after your curfew with only the stars as your witnesses.
ADDED BONUSโ!ย
ย Bloody Queen
Mary was born with wealth and nobility to her name, she knows the power money has over people and the influence it can make. So she more than understands the currency of this strange manor. Not that sheโs complaining though, she has more than enough clues and fragments to last a lifetime.
Mary Kriegburg's love language isย Gifting. She has the clues too, so why not splurge on a new outfit for her daring? Itโs the best way for her to show you that no amount of money can compare to the love that floods her unbeating heart.
If you do end up gifting something back to her, handmade or bought, she will cherish it. It may seem that Mary doesnโt like the handmade doll you made of her, but she sleeps with it during the nights you canโt accompany her. Her bed does feel cooler without you.
Please cherish everything she gives you, as she will do the same for you.
ย The Photographer
Joseph doesn't get to see you often, as the two of you have your respective matches you're forced to perform in. And for whom? You'll never know. When your games are done for the day, he'll choose to seek you out. While he does prefer his own alone time, he wishes to be with you.
Joseph Desaulniers's love language has to do withย Quality Time. He spends his time wisely so that he can save more for when both of you are available. The Photographer enjoys afternoon tea parties with you. Talk about anything or keep your mouth shut, he won't mind either. Your presence warms his dead body and it's such a welcoming feeling for the man that he yearns for it.
Joseph has already lost his brother in an already tragic manner, the Photographer keeps you close to ensure you don't meet an unexpected demise while he's not there. No, he doesn't want you to go back to your dorm room yet. Just stay by him for a moment longer and let him know you're not going anywhere one last time.
Please soak up the sun with him as he takes another picture of you.
note: RAHHHHHH I LOVE THIS (donโt come at me if you thought different love languages for them okay ๐ญ)
(2024)ยฉ๏ธfishermanshook โ do not steal, translate, plagiarize, or repost my work on any other platform
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just wondering when we can expect your next work? iโm so excited for it!!๐ฅน
Heyy! I've been a bit inattentive to my writing lately, BUT I'm finally on the right track! Here's a list of what to expect in the next while ๐ค๐ค๐ค
*** I'll be updating this post with links as the fics come through! ***
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โข Fixation (sherlock x reader)
*** Sherlock and Y/N have always teased each other relentlessly, claiming one was fixated on the other. One night while on a case, they realize that their banter holds a ring of truth. ๐๐ฅ๐ฎ๐๐
โข Deadlights (sherlock x reader)
Sherlock falls asleep on movie night, and has a vivid dream where he indulges inย childhood fantasies and present-day love. *cough* Pirate!Sherlock *cough*. ๐๐ฅ๐ฎ๐๐
โข Hands of Gold (sherlock x reader)
*** Though he's known as a man ofย reason and cold logic, Sherlock secretly covets a life of art and romance. When a bookworm moves next door, he finds himself bewitched, both body and soul. ๐๐ฅ๐ฎ๐๐
โข Painted Faces (sherlock x reader)
*** Though Sherlock and Y/N have established a close relationship, both fear the consequences of commitment. When Molly Hooper flirts with Sherlock at St. Bart's charity ball, hearts are tested and promises are made. MASQUERADE FIC!!!! ๐ก๐ฎ๐ซ๐ญ/๐๐ฅ๐ฎ๐๐
โข Thursday Thrill (sherlock x reader)
This fic is just Sherlock being totally chaotic. He comes home high off the thrill of case solving and proceeds to damage the flat, and drive Y/N insane (in the best way, of course). ๐๐ฅ๐ฎ๐๐
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โข Line without a Hook (sam x reader)
*** SONG FIC! Snapshots of Sam and Y/N's blooming relationship; from first meetings to hidden feelings. ๐ก๐ฎ๐ซ๐ญ/๐๐ฅ๐ฎ๐๐
โข Castles in the Air (sam x reader)
When Y/N gets too invested in hunting, Sam is there to remind her that it's okay to take a break. A slow dance in a local bistro sets things straight. ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐๐จ๐ซ๐ญ/๐๐ฅ๐ฎ๐๐
โข Meeting and Dating Dean Winchester (dean x reader)
Headcanon! ๐๐ฅ๐ฎ๐๐
โข Midnight Song (castiel x reader)
After coming home from an impactful hunt, Y/N suffers a nightmare. Castiel hears her silent prayer and rushes in. Hidden feelings come to light. ๐ก๐ฎ๐ซ๐ญ/๐๐จ๐ฆ๐๐จ๐ซ๐ญ/๐๐ฅ๐ฎ๐๐
โข The Angel's Flight, ch 3 (castiel x reader)
Y/N comes home to the bunker and faces Dean for the first time since her exile. A phonecall with Castiel reminds her of everything she's lost, and everything she doubts she'll get back.
โข Chevy to the Levy (tfw x reader)
Driving lessons with Sam, Dean, and Cas! What could possibly go wrong? ๐๐ฅ๐ฎ๐๐
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โข The Burning Wire (mulder x reader)
*** When Mulder arrests Alex Krycek, he sets the stage for a dangerous reprise. Y/N is now in the line of fire, and Mulder's enemies are determined to hurt her if it means breaking his morale. He must make a choice: let her go, or condemn her. ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐ญ/๐๐ฅ๐ฎ๐๐
โข Blue Arrow (mulder x reader)
After solving a high priority case, Y/N is celebrated by the bureau, and marked as a hero. Though she hasn't mentioned it, she owes her success to spooky Mulder and his X-files. She's captivated by the eccentric agent, and is delighted to see him at an FBI get-together. ๐๐ฅ๐ฎ๐๐
โข Visitation (mulder x reader)
While investigating an X-file, Fox Mulder begins stealing borrowing private documents from Agent Y/N. Punitive measures aren't exactly what he expected...ย ๐๐ฅ๐ฎ๐๐
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ยฐ To all you sweet angels who sent in fic ideas, the finished requests are labeled under *** You're all so patient and awesome, I adore you! *give me a heads up if I missed your request!*
ยฐ I'm running low on mobile data, so I'll start posting daily on June 28th. There won't be any particular order- I'll just pick and choose :)
ยฐ THANKS SO MUCH FOR WAITING ON MY WRITING! Procrastination, my beloved...
ยฐ Requests are still open, as is my taglist!
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Armin has been looking at you all day, thinking so hard about kissing you that when you turn your face to look at him while talking, he leans in for a clumsy kiss without realizing what he's doing until his lips are already on yours. He quickly pulls back and apologizes.
"Sorry, I don't know what just came over me." he chuckles nervously.
Silence.
"... you taste nice by the way."
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THE JPG CHRONICLES | PART 4
Scenario: in which the grid and fan favorite mclaren reserve driver opens a jpg account, but it isnโt what was expected. this time around, yn ln finally reveals who her boyfriend is.
Pairing: f1 grid x fem!reader
A/N: guys, weโve made it to the last part of the jpg chronicles. i just want to thank everyone whoโs followed along with this and i hope you enjoy ๐ซถ๐ป also paying homage to the pink and orange theme since all of the other parts use that!
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yn.jpg VEGAS BABY โผ๏ธ mom (my pr manager) said i canโt say what i want to say about the race. she also said if you donโt have anything nice to say, donโt say it at allโฆso anyways vegas is pretty cool race aside ๐ฅฐ
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yn.jpg shoutout to @/logansargeant for his first appearance on this account!
โคท logansargeant thank you yn
โคท yn.jpg your welcome!!
landonorris caption is real
norrisnation yn speaking for the lando girlies (gn) once again
rizzciardo LMFAO REFERRING TO YOUR PR MANAGER AS MOM
โคท yn.jpg she is mother
alphatauritaurialpha yn this isnโt a bf reveal :/
โคท yn.jpg babe i promise the bf reveal is coming. i have plans for it
โคท piastrispastry YOU GOT CALLED BABE BY YN YOU WIN AT LIFE
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racing.news sources say yn ln is โin troubleโ with mclaren team principal due to her second instagram account where she is notorious for posting funny pictures of her coworkers.
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norrisnation so this is why sheโs delaying the bf reveal
ynln.official HELP???? IM NOT IN TROUBLE WHAT ๐ญ
mickshumacher @/ynln.official ๐ณ
โคท ynln.official mick do not feed into this madness youโre better than that
โคท sunnyshumacher mick and yn may not be dating but i love their friendship so much LMAO
landonorris im crying this is so funny
โคท ynln.official of course youโre here
mclaren canโt take her anywhere ๐ซฃ
โคท ynln.official ENOUGH
rizzciardo YN IN THE COMMENTS IS SENDING ME THIS IS SO FUNNY
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yn.jpg home is wherever he is. โค๏ธ
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yukitsunoda0511 i love you โค๏ธ
โคท yn.jpg I LOVE YOU
landonorris the day has finally come ๐๐ป
โคท yn.jpg stfu
fernandoalo_official ๐
โคท yn.jpg dad approved. thank you nando
norrisnation ARE WE OFFICIALLY GETTING THE BF REVEAL? IS THIS THE REVEAL? IM GOING INSANE
yukitauri WAR IS OVER
yukitauri MY BABIES IM SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW
yukitauri ALSO MY PARENTS โผ๏ธ MY PARENTS ONLY BC YALL ARE HATERS
yukitauri THROWING UP RIPPING MY HAIR OUT YN IT IS A DAMN TUESDAY YOU CANT DO THIS TO ME RIGHT NOW
rizzciardo i expect an increase in content of them. i need it
formulatsunoda ykw iโll be so honest i did NOT expect it to be yuki but im not mad ๐คญ
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yn.jpg back to our regularly scheduled program ๐ผ
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yn.jpg i am @/fernandoalo_official btw and he is @/ynln.official. heโs just a silly teenage-ish girl
โคท dreamyalbon YN PLEASE WHAT ๐ญ
โคท fernandolandoland okay but her relationship with fernando is so wholesome she rlly is his grid child
alex_albon nurse, sheโs out again
โคท yn.jpg ๐คบ
maxfewtrell this account is my roman empire
โคท oscarpiastri same mate
maxsupermax we are so back
yukitauri idk about yall but i wonโt be moving on from the bf reveal that is my home
yn.jpg @/schecoperez not commenting = hater ๐ฟ
thank you for reading! all feedback is appreciated โ dae <3
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holy ground : a spencer reid fanfic
synopsis : vignettes of an ever evolving friendship between bau agents spencer reid and yn ln.
pairing : spencer reid x f!reader
genre/s : fluff, maybe some angst?, slow burn, pining
a series set to... gracie abrams' in between [ she toes the line between them, he says he's new at this, there's holy ground beneath them ] + beabadobee and clairo's glue song [ you've been hiding in plain sight, then appeared ] + the 1975's me & you together song [ i've been in love with her for ages, and i can't seem to get it right, i fell in love with her in stages ] + hozier's would that i [ with each love i could lose, i was never the same, watch it still live in roofs, be consumed by the flame ]
watch it all unfold...
" and then there were two "
the bau recruits a new agent whose credentials arguably match their very own boy wonderโs
" late night talking "
one accidentally sent text leads to a night of mayhem, which both yn and spencer struggle to piece together
" nicknames "
spencer wonders why yn seems to have a nickname for everyone except for him
... and more coming soon !
note. i'm on my nth rewatch of cm and my comfort character has not had a single day of comfort so here i am. i like the idea of giving spencer the slowest burn of a love interest who has been there for him since s1. as the synopsis suggests, the updates will consist of moments that lead to the buildup of their relationship and not a proper overarching plot. this is really just me writing mutual pining fluff and some slow burn angst. things may not be chronological, so one update might be s1!sr and the next be s7 then back to s2 soooo yeah >_< when i've gotten into the swing of things, i'd probably be willing to take /suggestions/ on certain plots from the show featuring spencer and this yn. for now, i'll just open a taglist. just send me an ask or reply to this post. thank you !
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Hey hey, saw ur requests were open for Thranduil and knew I needed to submit something!
Could you do a Thranduil x fem human reader where she braids her hair without knowing the significance for elves? They both have feelings for each other but neither has said anything, supper fluffy ending yโknow?
Thank you in advance and have a great day!! :))
Beautiful misunderstandings | hobbit
pairing: Thranduil x fem human!reader ๐
You simply wanted to accept an invitation to a celebration, but something about you makes the elves literally drop at your feet. Can Thranduil resolve this misunderstanding, or will he be affected as well?
tags/warnings: just lots and lots of fluff, no warnings
word count: 3,6k
an: to be honest, most of what i wrote is my own headcanons because i did not find lots about hair culture with the elves.. so please: educate me! Are there some hcs in the fandom? :)
+ masterlist + rules +
๐ฟ reposts and comments are appreciated, they motivate me a lot and keep me writing <3
The forests of Greenwood greet you with open flames of torches licking up their hot tongues against the dark skies, coloring the path the horse trots along in their amber lights and the wooden smoke that fills the air. Evenly distributed along the pathway they light up just enough of Greenwood that it doesn't take away from the sight that awaits you at the end, where the trees give way to an equally decorated bridge and the foliage thins out enough for you to take in the tall arches framing the open doors of the Great Elvenking's halls.
You have already been a guest for many of Thranduil's festivities ever since he established trading relations with your small fisher town. Due to the bond that twirls around the two of you in some unfathomable and complex manner, you also know that nothing he ever does is anything but grande and imposing.ย
Still, you can't help but push your lower lip in between your teeth.ย
Not once have you gotten the impression of standing out more than the difference in race and status already marked as obvious factors, neither Thranduil nor his elves treated you like you felt right now:ย
Completely out of your known waters.
The elvish customs were far too many for you to know them all and you always try your best to consider all and everything that you've learned in the two summers you could consider yourself an acquaintance to Thranduil. Whatever form this acquaintanceship took on is another worry, or rather, another unknown that you can't exactly express to anyone.ย
It's nearly as confusing as the steps of the dance you studied in your room before you left this morning, a step forward and two back, Thranduil asking you to accompany him to his dances but never dancing with you.ย
Tonight, you want to change this predicament of always ending up in the arms of another elf while the one you yearned for watches from the sidelines! You didn't work this hard for the fabric that hugs your figure in a beautiful dress for nothing and even if the fabric isn't as shiny or light as the dresses the elves wear and the stitches marked your fingertips with the evidence of the labor and long nights, you are proud of the garment.ย
The wind plays in the hem as you emerge from the guarded forest and its thick and dense foliage and it winds itself around your legs after you dismount your horse. A quick kiss to his muzzle, followed by an exhale of warm, familiar breath and you hesitantly let a servant take him away, mumbling a soft "Thank you" while you stay where you are and watch until they disappear around a tree.
Nervously you start walking up to the bridge, the reckless water under it crashing against the stone walls and it goes along with the blood that pumps high and fast through your body and rushes in your ears. The atmosphere is loaded, sizzling under the nearly suffocating heat that's only bearable in the cool shadows of the palace in front of you so you don't waste another second.ย
You brush off the hood of your riding coat, smoothing out some fly-away hairs that escaped the braid you carefully weaved earlier this day as you duck your head in reverence to be allowed in these sacred halls.ย
Whispers catch up to you from outside, a breeze dancing through leaves.
When you lift your chin again, you find that it's not the air affecting nature but rather your presence halting nearly all the elves that gathered on the first bridge inside the caves.ย
They say elves are graceful and purposeful in their movements โ the way dozens of eyes are locked onto you and lips move in not-so-silent murmurs defiles that claim though.
It's nothing you haven't encountered before, the talks behind your back that came along with Thranduil's attention shining down on you like the sun โ hot, engulfing you completely and rendering you breathless as well as a bit sweaty at times whenever he looks at you, and you learned how to handle it. His attention brought forth a lot of awareness of his folk to the woman who visits Thranduil just as often as he rides into your town and becomes the topic of conversations for weeks. What's a girl to do except accept that a King never comes alone?
You're used to elves watching you, most of them in respect. Thranduil's authority radiates onto you, as well as the protection that he swore would lay upon you as long as he's there to give out orders.
The first elf whose eyes you questioningly meet drops to his knees in the same instant, barely a breath of time passing by.ย
A gasp leaves your throat.
Words do not follow. They remain echoing in your head, pushed back by the spectacle that spread before you like wildfire. Too fast, too much.
Within seconds of you entering, the buzz of lowered voices dies down as elf after elf either bows or completely meets the ground they are standing on. The spectacle is confusing and throws you completely off; this reaction is nowhere near what you've experienced before and you do the first thing that comes to mind to handle this totally unsuspected confrontation of elves bowing to you, a human from no known family and nothing to your name other than the weight it carries on Thranduil's tongue.
The only thing you manage to stammer is: "Good evening," and a high-pitched, "Thank you?" before you take your legs into your hand and dash over the bridge.ย
Thoughts as unstoppable as you run through your mind while you navigate the curving halls of the underground palace, the stonewalls not cool enough to diminish the heat that sits low in your neck, growing the longer you think about all that has happened between Thranduil and you and how it's not much more than nothing but a close alliance of human and elf.ย
One that you hope would take on a different turn, because some of the actions by Thranduil could be considered friendlier than one would treat an ally or friend. You think back to all the gifts you have received, the white gems for example that, barely bigger than your nails but woven into the upper part of your braid, reflect the light and throw silver dots against the walls that lead you to the point Thranduil had asked you to meet him in one of his many letters.ย
The route involves more encounters with more elves, some bow more subtly, their hands on their chest in a greeting that you do know, and some others, mostly those who've already fallen in barrels of wine and are less sophisticated in their movements in their drunken state who repeat the word "bereth" as if it's a prayer in a language that's far beyond you to make out right now.ย
At the end of the hallway, you make out the back of a familiar blonde and even from afar you notice the resemblance that Thranduil's silver circlet has to the silver ribbon you have woven into your hair in a similar way and height how his circlet would look placed on your head.ย
Is this what brought such uproar to the elves? Have you accidentally copied their king?ย
"Thranduil!" you call out, his name lacking any title though not out of disrespect. You have the highest respect for the King of the Elves and slip a "Your Majesty" rather often into conversations because you know how much he favors his name from your tongue and teasing him like that brings a joy to you that you can't explain anyway else then:ย
Hearing him laugh and smile or roll his eyes at your antics fuels the love you harbor for him.
Now is not the time for teasing chit-chat, you are desperate to find out if you have actually misstepped by presenting his gifts like this at a festival that's solely about him.
He turns at the sound of your voice and, oh lord, even his eyes widen as soon as they land on you and you want to perish rather than step any closer but the hurry in your legs and the nervousness in your stomach makes it impossible to do anything else but run to the one soul in this world that brings you comfort.ย
You arrive at a full stop, and your heels would have stirred up dust if you were a mare.ย
Now it's not only Thranduil's eyes that seem to have developed an inability to stray farther than your head; his mouth falls open as well and he makes no effort to close it again. The fact that this behavior is completely ungracious and ill-mannered has apparently not dawned on him yet. The longer you spend helplessly looking up at him, you swear you can see most of his thoughts visibly inching away behind that baffled expression.
At first, there's nothing.
Then some clarity returns into the blue eyes you love so much and Thranduil exhales a quiet: "Berio nin."ย
Now, that's Sindarin you've heard before โ that the context he has said these words were moments when he playfully begged the Valar to aid him with you tormented him in some way throws you off your balance even more and you take a step back.ย
"I did notโ" you start and raise a hand to wave it at all of you, "This, I had no idea. Did I offend you? Or the elves?"ย
"Offend?" Thranduil asks bewildered.
"Well, the way they reacted. I wasn't sure," you laugh distraught. Thranduil's eyebrows instantly furrow, and you're quick to follow up: "Not in a bad way!" you explain and he loosens up, "They, um, they bowed? And some may have fallen to the ground?"
"Ah," he chuckles and his reaction calms you a bit. He could've been screaming or throwing you out. If he's laughing this can't be that big of a serious misstep. Thranduil looks at you through lowered lashes and runs his tongue over his teeth, a smile threatening to break through the serious expression he tries to obtain. "I believe a conversation and education is in order. If you would follow me to have this conversation somewhere else," he says and holds out his arm for you to grab.
He leads you around a corner and another one, walking swiftly yet seemingly in no hurry until Thranduil opens a door and quickly pulls you inside the room.ย
Candles littered all around light up what you immediately understand to be his private chambers, the many robes you recognize, the colorful falcons with shimmering scented oils and shells full of jewelry, pearls, gems, and rings in gold and silver. There, right where Thranduil stops in front of you to block out your view, you take a peek at a giant bed behind flowy white curtains.ย
You blush.
Even more so when you see Thranduil blush as well. His eyes return to your hair again, just like he had on the short walk to these chambers; tilting his head down to you as if some magical force bound him to staring at you in a manner he hadn't done before.
"You are my guest so I see it to be my responsibility to clear up what may have been aโ" he pauses and his eyelashes flutter as he thinks of a fitting word, "a misapprehension. Not that you could have possibly known the outcome of what you doubtlessly suspected to be a kind gesture."ย
You nervously cross your arms behind your back, intertwining your fingers so you do not meddle or ruffle the carefully layered fabrics of your dress. "I solemnly swear I was not up for any mockery."
His eyes widen again. "I would not have accused you of such!"
You tilt your head in confusion and bite down on your lip, ungraceful as well and a habit you should definitely quit, especially in the company of a King.
"What was it that startled the elves?" You think back to the way Thranduil had reacted, the wide-blown eyes, the pink lips formed to a delicate 'o' โ "As well as you, Thranduil. You couldn't even get a word out except for a prayer." You let out a single laugh to cover up your embarrassment.ย
The elf lifts his chin higher as if that could prevent you from noticing the blush deepening, growing much more red than just a delicate pink that stands out from his ivory skin but not much that it couldn't be interpreted as a light intoxication of either wine or fresh air.ย
"I do not remember that," he lies with a dismissive voice. "Anyway, let me clarify the current dilemma instead of wasting time discussing the past."ย
"Definitely not that far back that you could count it as 'the past' but sure," you sigh and decide to ignore the glare he sends you as you confront his very unsubtle passive- aggressive change of topic from him to you. Thranduil had centuries of building up a thickheadedness to lead the Woodland Realm and you had mere months on your hands in trying to push a way through it.
"Well, the behavior my folk portrayed was simply said the respect they pay for any honorable and eminent," Thranduil says, not batting an eye over the unbelievable words that come out of his mouth.
"What?" Your voice is nothing but a high squeal, "Why would they do that? They know I'm just a human!"
Thranduil scoffs, "Just a human, she says. Do not dismiss yourself in any way and most definitely not as just a human. Humans are such fascinating creatures, all those feelings compressed into an ephemeral life and bodies that endure pain and even if you waste away to dust you try to mark down your existence into every stone that you touch." Before you can burst into tears at his rather sentimental and emotional view of your people, he continues in a tone more factual: "To answer your questionโ you conveyed that I was courting you and they simply knew there would be grave consequences if they did not respect my intended."ย
All the air left your body in a singular exhale, thus leaving you to grasp at the few thoughts that stayed through the cut-off of oxygen. Not that they were any good.
Courting you? Being his intended?ย
You can only stare at him aghast.ย
"Butโ courting? You weren't, we weren'tโ there was no courting!" you stammer.
The world is reeling.ย
Black spots dance in the corner of your sight.
It takes all your focus to stand still and not sway back and forth, giving in to the abrupt slide downward reality has suddenly become.ย
"No," Thranduil says.
A part of you withers at the finality of the statement because of course, he, Great Elvenking Thranduil, would never be caught courting a human. The absurdity of it must be why he was laughing earlier, praying to the Valar to become a witness of what must be your greatest humiliation.
"No, there was. I was simply waiting for your realization as well as acceptance to officially proclaim it."
Now it's your mouth that falls open without any strength left to prevent it.
Thranduil swallows, hard, his jaw set tightly and his eyes fixating on you. "All that I did, and thought to do, was in prospect of taking you as my betrothed," he states; the smallest of quivers underlining the massive impact this admission causes to him. He lifts one hand to his chest, pressing his knuckles against the fabric where underneath his heart lays. "I ache to love, treasure, and worship you. Every second of all the days I may have the pleasure of your company in my life or it shall be colorless from now on."
His eyes glitter, the endless blues of the sky, affection burning in them like the sun, broadening your horizon of what you believed love to be and there is no doubt in your mind that Thranduil's words are nothing but the truth. Confounding as that truth should be, it is that โ certainty.
A smile breaks on your face, watery and wet as tears of pure happiness spill onto your cheeks and even if your heart has been on the tip of your tongue at every word you have ever said to him and in every glance that you have ever directed in his way, the need to validate his revelation.
You step carefully step closer and the hem of your dress brushes against his gowns as you close the bit of distance. Thranduil watches cautiously, leaving his hand against his heart, and only tips his chin down to follow you until you step into his personal space. The whole regal and stoic image he portrays even after confessing his love passionately mere seconds ago breaks as you feel his wavering breath and you swear you can hear the loud pounding of his battered-yet-strong heart.ย
"Is it my hair?" you ask quietly and catch him off-guard.ย
Thranduil smiles and his chest heaves in a deep inhale of air. "Yes," he laughs in an exhale, "Do you wish to know how you managed to completely dismantle me? Rob me of all powers?"ย
You nod once and one hand of his comes to rest on your shoulder from where he leads you to a silver basin standing in a corner decorated with more oils and vines climbing the stone walls.
The sight that the clear water inside it shows you, Thranduil standing behind you, more than slightly taller, brings a warmness to your cheeks. Even if the prospect of his image finding a constant in your life from now on is undeniable, you're not sure if you will ever get satiated by it.ย
Thranduil slowly reaches the elaborate braid you are so proud of despite the public tumult it had caused. "There are many things sacred to my folk and hair โ" he starts and lets his fingers travel the length of free-falling hair, "holds the memories of our history, our connection to the Eldar and kemen โ the earth. We do not cut it but rather let it grow to pay our respects to Eru for his creation, the natural and untouched world, flows in us all. It bears the marks of our ancestry though many cultures convey their personal history in many different ways."ย
You listen intently, trying not to get distracted by Thranduil's hands smoothing your hair and the deep rumble of his voice wrapping around his language that pulls you into a trance.ย
"Among us Sindar, we wave our customs into the very strands of this sacred hair. Our warriors, for instance, adorn themselves with tightly woven braids, serving not only as protection in battle but as a testament to their strength and unwavering discipline."
"The intricate and jeweled braids you wear," Thranduil's fingers glide along the white gems, thus nudging them against your head, "they speak volumes of noble heritage and high standing. Even if you do not have royal blood in your family, a braid like this will be more convincing to the contrary."
You blush as you realize how you unknowingly changed your entire status.
"By adorning your hair with the jewels I bestowed upon you, you declare to all my claim upon you," Thranduil chuckles and meets your eyes in the water, "Braids are the essence of our heritage, denoting rank and occupation, and they speak volumes in courtship."
"Oh," you say, "I knew Elves court through gifts. Would I have known thisโฆ"
Thranduil shakes his head, smiling widely as he continues playing with your hair, "You say that but not once have you realized all that I have given to you were of my pursuit."
"Well, Iโ this wasn'tโฆ I thought you were being nice," you sputter and grow even redder in the face.
"Unbelievably rude and ungracious to consider me niโ" he interrupts himself and shivers, "No I will not speak in such obscene language." Thranduil raises an eyebrow before returning his attention to the lesson in courting, "Through these intricate weavings, we convey our intentions and the profound depth of our bonds. While dalliances are not uncommon, my folk only marry once in their life."
"Love is eternal and unwavering, and each twist in our braids declares the union of our souls. By weaving your hopes and pleas for reciprocation into your hair, you speak a silent yet powerful language. The braid you chose, resembling my crown and adorned with my jewels and a silver ribbon akin to my own hair, could not have delivered a clearer message."
"So I basically lied to your elves," you pull a face in shame, "Great."
"You may call it a lie," Thranduil says slowly and his hands travel to rest on your shoulders. You lean into the gentle pull and let him turn you around so that you are face-to-face again. There is a dedication in his eyes, a look of hunger and yearning, "Or," his voice sounds even deeper and reverberates through your entire body, zipping up your spine that you automatically straighten, "You allow me to present our courtship openly if a deeper connection is what you desire to form between us."
Your heart thumps in your chest, double the tempo that one would call normal and it only speeds up when Thranduil cups your face in his hand and his fingertips graze the silver ribbon that sits tightly against your head.
"Allow me," he repeats, quieter.ย
"Your word and the world will know you are mine," he pleads.
You waste not a second to ponder over what your heart already decided. "I allow it."
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