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messers-moony · 2 days ago
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Vulnerable | F.H
Paring: Five Hargreeves X Fem!Reader
Summary: Five finds a girl who flips his world upside down
It was no surprise Five Hargreeves was known as the ‘little boy’ around the academy after being thrown back into his thirteen-year-old body. His siblings always treated him as a younger brother, something he absolutely despised. 
His girlfriend also gave into the teasing, continually calling him the same names his siblings did, which only aggravated him more, but when the words fell from her tongue, it was like sugar. 
When she called him all the classic pet names, which Five had hated initially, it made his face heat up, and his entire body become queasy. His girlfriend was slowly changing his perspective on everything he once hated. 
The male hated video games, but now, he absolutely loves playing them. He also hated spending time with his siblings. Now he hates being away from them for long periods of time. The boy had become so vulnerable, and it would all be thanks to Y/n. 
Once all the Hargreeves siblings and Y/n were together on the couch watching a movie. Halfway through, Five became unbearably sleepy. Subconsciously he cuddled up on the female's side and fell asleep, leaving his siblings in complete awe at their now ‘soft’ younger brother. 
It’d be a lie that the siblings didn’t think Y/n had some form of power or potion to make their stubborn, grumpy little brother so soft and vulnerable. It turns out; she never had any form of power or tincture, just a boy who loved her with everything he had. 
Other times they’d be out just to leave the house, and Five would always hold the door open for her, holding her hand, arm around her waist, subtle things. 
The night was dark, making the stars shine like a flashlight in the night sky. Five sat at his desk while his girlfriend read a book with her glasses laid lazily on her nose. 
This wasn’t an unknown occurrence. Both significant others had their hobbies or jobs, and they both respected that. Y/n made sure to know boundaries just as well as Five did. 
But eventually, Five couldn’t take it anymore and struggled up from his desk. Dropping onto his twin bed beside his lover, and gently laid his head onto her thighs. 
Absentmindedly her hand went from her side into the brunette's hair leading him to lean into her touch. He laid in a ball with his head on his lover's lap while she massaged his head. 
Gently she put her book down on the nightstand, “ Love? “ A gentle voice asked as her other hand rubbed his side. 
“ Mm? “ Humming in response as he couldn’t form words, “ You alright? “ Y/n quizzed as her hands pulled the boy to sleep. 
Five nodded in response, “ Just tired. “ Five-spoke once he could form words, “ You know when we first got together, I never thought we’d be here. “ Y/n announced, making Five visibly furrow his eyebrows confused. 
Y/n let out a small laugh, “ I mean, when we first got together, I could barely kiss you, and now here you are curled up on my lap. “ 
“ You made me this way. “ Five groaned as he nuzzled into her lap further, “ Good. I’m glad. “ Y/n responded. 
Without another word, Five fell asleep, a dreamless one, a nightmare less one. Y/n let out a quiet chuckle at the now sleeping male and reached for her book to keep reading. 
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thewritingbabe · 2 days ago
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GOLDEN RETRIEEVEVR READER AND ROBIN ?!?!?!?! IM DISLECSIK IM SORRY I CANT SPELL RETREEEVAR
this made me giggle hehehe
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“That girl of yours is causing trouble, Robin.” Steve singsongs, eyes following you skateboarding up and down the street outside Family Video.
“What’s she doin’?” she asks, rifling through various boxes of tapes for something to watch.
“She’s on that damn skateboard again.”
Robin’s eyes flit upwards just in time to see you wobble and fall headfirst onto the sidewalk. You sit for a moment, dazed, before leaping back up and hopping straight back onto the board. In the months you’ve been practicing, you haven’t gotten any better; in fact you’re somehow worse than when you started.
Before you can skate off, Robin is rushing outside and coaxing you back onto firm ground.
“No more skating today, honey.”
“Robbie!” you coo happily, tipping precariously on the edge of your board. Her slender hands grasp your waist, lifting you straight off and setting you down in front of her. Her head dips, thin fingers kneading your hips and travelling down as her hair tickles your cheek.
“Lemme see your knees, pretty,” Robin murmurs, bending to scoop your beloved skateboard off of the concrete; she laces your fingers through hers and leads you inside, sitting you behind the counter next to Steve.
“Hi, y/n,” he greets as Robin crouches in front of you, rolling your loose jeans up. Her thumb grazes the deep red scrapes and the sharp pain has you wincing and jerking away from her. She wraps her arm around your middle, murmuring encouraging words into your skin.
“Hi,” you manage to grit through clenched teeth, a halfhearted smile pushing past your lips in Steve’s direction.
“I know,” Robin sympathises as you squirm, pressing a cold flannel to your injuries. “Gotta clean ‘em, though.”
“Nuh uhhh,” you whine, bouncing slightly on the chair. Her free hand travels up to cradle your cheek affectionately. “Robbie, ‘m fine! Just leave ‘em.”
“No, honey.” Robin chides. “They’ll get infected. Just gotta wipe them clean and then I’ll stick a bandaid on, alright?”
“Do I get a fun one?”
“Yeah. Any one you want.”
“A Star Wars one?” you ask hopefully, the sweet cadence of your voice making Robin smile. Star Wars is your favourite.
“Sure thing, baby.”
Your knees bounce as Robin wipes them and Steve does his best to distract you.
“What’ve you been up to, then? Haven’t seen you as much.” You smile sheepishly at him, cringing as Robin swipes particularly firmly over your knee.
“Eddie’s had us all really busy with his Hellfire stuff. Dustin made me sub in when they lost Lucas and I guess I’m kinda stuck now! It’s good, though, he’s nice. I bet you’d like him!” you ramble, unaware of Robin sticking the bandaids onto your weeping knees and rolling your jeans back down.
“Yeah, yeah. Don’t really think D&D is my thing, though,” Steve says.
“Yeahhh.” You roll your eyes, “But you’d like Eddie.” You raise your eyebrows suggestively, elbowing him.
“Shut up,” he snorts. You giggle.
“All done, babe.” Robin interrupts your laughter, kissing your clothed legs. Steve mock gags, standing up to rifle back through the discarded boxes Robin left in favour of saving you from your skateboard.
“Thanks, baby!” you chirp, jumping up and into Robin’s awaiting embrace. “I missed you.”
She cups your jaw and your arms slide around her waist.
“I missed you too.”
You gaze up at her, eyes traversing the width of her face with wonder.
“What’re you doing, honey?”
“Counting your freckles, shh!” The very tip of your pointer finger traces the bumps and ridges of her nose and you smile, pressing a kiss to her cheekbone.
“Ooh, almost forgot!” you squeak. “Brought you these. You fish a box of milk duds out of your back pocket, frowning at the now flat box deflatedly. “‘m sorry, Robbie. Forgot they were in there. Sat on ‘em.”
“Thank you, pretty!” she exclaims, taking the box from your hands excitedly. “How’d you know I was craving these?”
“They’re your favourite, silly,” you murmur, a smile on your face from seeing her so elated. She kisses your forehead.
“C’mon, honey. Come and help me pick a video to watch and we can eat these!”
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multiverse-of-yn · 2 days ago
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*Jason seeing Joker getting beaten up by someone in the distance*
Jason: Oh shoot. What idiot is fighting with Joker this time? WITHOUT ME?!
*Jason squints to look properly, noticing it’s Y/n*
JASON: OH CRAP! That’s my idiot!
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dont-look-down-on-me · 2 days ago
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[1:03 pm] “What’s up babe, I thought you were working?” You said when you answered Mark’s video call.
“We need to break up.” He said, letting out a sigh.
“Okay if you say so.” You said and continued to eat your lunch.
“What do you mean ‘if you say so’?! I’m breaking up with you right now!” He exclaimed, suddenly very confused by your reaction.
“It’s like the third time this week you’ve called me like this, how many breakup songs are you writing this week?” You asked casually.
“This is the last one, but I need to feel the heartbreak! Cooperate with me!” He whined, head now laying on the table and a pout on his face.
“All right, but remember we’re going to dinner at your parents later, so don’t be too late,” you said before putting on a serious expression: “Mark Lee, I’m breaking up with you, bye.”
The video call ended with Mark’s surprised face and it didn’t take long before a text arrived from him:
‘were you serious?! Are we done?’
You sighed and shook your head before answering him:
‘you idiot, I love you! Now finish those lyrics so we can get back together❤️’
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arminsmommmy · 7 hours ago
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dont fucking talk to me rn i’m crying
st4 vol 2
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sainz-leclerc · a day ago
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Heyy I love your works!! They are so cutee😭 Could you please do 35, 38 and 44 sfw with max
Elloooo :) thank you so much for enjoying my blurbs. Also , so sorry for taking to long to get to your request , but I’ve been spending some time with family
Hope this little pov makes up for it 😋
Prompts ( swf list ) : 35. “I’m marring and idiot” 38. “He’s kidnapping me KIDNAPPER HELP” “I’m her boyfriend everyone” “KIDNAPPER” and 44. “I did something stupid” “does it affect me ?” “No but I-” “then suffer in silence”
Max has been planning his proposal for weeks now , and with a little help from his friend Daniel , everything was perfect .
You were currently in Monaco , right after the Monte Carlo grand prix . As Max was stressing over his speech one more time , you were enjoying yourself on the balcony of RedBull’s motorhome .
“I did something bad” the dutch driver came up with the perfect plan he thought . Lure you into coming with him back to his drivers room where everything was neatly prepared for his perfect proposal .
Turning around to face him , a small questioning smile on your lips “does it affect me ?”
“No but I-”
“Then suffer in silence” and with that you turned back around , basking away in the remaining sun .
The driver stood there dumbfounded , his apparently perfect scheme not so perfect .
Somewhere in the corner he could hear Daniel snickering , barely keeping his full belly laugh in .
Max quickly shushed him and softly approached you , his hand slithering their way around your waist .
Placing a small kiss to your neck he whispered “I need your help , please ?”
You spun around in his arms “no” you teased once again , pressing a small peck to his lips .
The redbull driver was done with it . Screw the plan he came up with . He’ll get you into that room one way or another .
Out of nowhere , Max lifts you over his shoulder , his hands securing around your legs . Making his way to the “proposal place” as Danny liked to call it , he felt small playful kicks to his back , smiling at your childishness .
“He’s kidnapping me, HELP KIDNAPPER”
“I’m her boyfriend everyone” even though everyone around the motorhome knew you were together and were used to your guy’s antics by now , he still felt the need to specify you were in fact safe .
“KIDNAPPER” you laughed once more before going limp in his arms .
After a short walk , you finally made it to his driver’s room .
Rolling your eyes at him in a good nature , you pecked his cheek while entering backwards into the room “let’s see the mess you made this time”
However , when you spun around , you were in awe . The entire room was filled with your favorite flower petals , pictures of the two of you were hunged all over the place , candles illuminating the dark space .
In the middle of the room stood a Formula 1 Champagne bottle with a Pirelli cap on top of it , embroidered with “Mrs. Verstappen” on the side instead of 1st place .
Spinning around to face Max , you found him down on one knee , a small blue velvet box opened in his rough hands .
Inside the small box was the most beautiful gold ring with a mesmerizing dark red ruby in the middle of it.
“Y/n . Even though we’ve met barely a few years ago it feels like I’ve known you for my entire life . Every time I’m down , you’re here to pick me right back up . Every time I’m way to high up , you’re here to pull my ass back down” the kneeling man chuckled , tears springing in both your eyes .
“You’re not just a lover to me . You are also my best friend , my partner and my favorite person on this shitty earth . You darling , give my life meaning . I wouldn’t have made it so far without you so please , please let me call you my family once and for all”
The tears escaped as you whispered a small “i do” , Max up on his feet to kiss his now oficial fiancé.
Slipping the ring around your finger , you put on the Pirelli cap , smiling up to your soon to be husband .
The driver picked up the bottle of champagne , gave it a good shake and popped it open spraying champagne all around the room and on you .
“Max” you squealed , the man putting the bottle back down , coming back into your arms .
You kissed him once again “I’m marrying an idiot” you giggled over his lips .
“Yes you are” he responded , looking into your eyes like you were the most beautiful woman in the world .
And in his eyes , you were.
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pomergrantejuice · a day ago
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~Here Kitty Kitty ~
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝙸𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚝 𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗. 𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚊 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙸𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝?
𝘈𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘬𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘮𝘢 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 🫠💀
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“Hey Dad! The cat got out again!”
You sighed as you watched your cat speed through the door and into the darkness. The night was cold and uninviting, the comfort of your home discouraged you from following your cat’s steps. “Get him back, I’ll be watching you from here.” Ruffling your fingers through your hair you glanced at your father who was occupied with a random tv show. Skeptically, you put on your shoes and headed out. “Oh, alright then. I’ll be right back.”
Closing the door behind you, your met with the coldness of the gentle wind against your face. Maybe a jacket would’ve been a good idea, oh well, your only going to be out for a little bit anyway. “Kitty! Kitty!” You leaned against the picket fence as you looked around for his distinct green eyes. “Kitty….. I have a treat for you.” After discovering he wasn’t anywhere near your home, you reluctantly opened the gate and headed further and further into the street.
“Here Kitty Kitty!!!” You turned into another street and saw a car heading your way. The bright lights blinded your vision, the car quickly passed and out of the corner of your eye, you saw something move. “Kitty?” You moved closer to the site and there he was, your beloved Kitty.
“Looking for him, dear?”
You didn’t even notice the man leaning against a van, staring intensely at your cat. The hairs on your arms rose, it wasn’t from the cold, but from fear. Your conscious was telling you or warning you to leave. “Yes.” The man smirked, “He’s a very…very bad Kitty.” Your eyes kept on moving to your cat and the man. Something was off, your cat wasn’t moving…..or blinking. “He doesn’t usually do this. Thank you sir, I’ll just grab him and leave.”
As you were about to grab your cat, he placed his hand on your shoulder. “Hold on dearie. Let me ask you something.” You straighten up, the size difference between the two of you was clear. He was much taller and stronger than you. The smartest choice would be to comply. “Yes?” He rubbed his fingers against his chin, like he was thinking of what to say. “Do you like magic tricks?” You gave him a bewildered look, “I’m sorry, what?”
“You heard me.”
You flinched at his sudden change of voice, “Not really. I don’t believe in them.” The man laughed, “How peculiar! Maybe the magicians you’ve encountered weren’t convincing enough. But I can assure you, I’m extremely talented in my magic abilities. Care to see?” You weren’t the type to believe in magic, but the cat behind you wasn’t moving at all. If he had something to do with it then you’ll play along. You wanted your cat back after all.
“Why not. Just make it quick, it’s kind of late”
The man licked his lips and cleared his throat, “Alright, see that cat behind you?” You looked back and sighed, “Yeah and??”
“Now look back at me.”
Before you knew it, your face met with a hard punch from the man. The side of your face collided with the concrete, earning a deep cut on your cheek. He grabbed your shoulder and laid you on your back, his knees squeezed your hips while furiously throwing punches at you. No matter what, you weren’t going to let this man take you anywhere unwillingly without a fight. When you had an opening you shoved him aside, “Get off of me!” Of course that did nothing but make him angrier, “Shut the hell up.” He pinned you down and shoved a piece of cloth in your mouth. He hoisted you up and threw you in the van, your face hit something soft…. and wet.
The texture was furry and from what you felt, bones were protruding from the sides of this unfamiliar object. Then it dawned on you, this was your cat. He had killed your Kitty and put some fake taxidermied one to trick you. How could you be so naive?! A stranger asking you about magic tricks while it’s nighttime isn’t enough of a warning that something is wrong with the man? Tears poured down your face, the worst part of all this is that your father probably didn’t even notice.
This is it. Your life is over.
The car abruptly braked, causing your head to slam against the wall, immediately putting you to sleep. You didn’t wake up until you felt something wet rub your cheek. Your eyes met with the stranger who kidnapped you. “I was worried there for a second. Sorry dear, I didn’t mean to punch you so many times, it’s just no matter what I did you still wouldn’t pass out!” His eyes gave you the look of guilt, almost convincing you that he truly was sorry. But you knew deep down he wasn’t. You scooted further away from him, the bottom half of his mouth was covered by a smiling mask, so you had no idea what his expression conveyed.
“Oh don’t be scared. I’m not going to…..do anything you won’t like.” You cringed at his words, what does he mean by that? All of a sudden you felt a piercing pain on your waist. “Ow!” Blood seeped through your white shirt and onto the floor. “Oh, it seems the stitches opened up. Let me fix that for you.” Your eyes widened, if he was going to fix an injury on your waist then that meant taking off your shirt. You were NOT going to remove any piece of clothing, you’d rather die than do so.
“No, don’t touch me!”
He stopped in his tracks, looming over your small form. “If I don’t help you, you’ll bleed out.” There was silence, your words failing you. “I don’t want you bleeding out yet darling. There is still a lot I need to do before I let you die.” He bent his knees to reach your level, his hand touching your hair and slowlytraveling towards the bottom of your bloody shirt.
“Now be a good girl and let me help you.”
With slow but precise movements he lifted your shirt until you placed your hand on-top of his. “You said you wouldn’t do anything I won’t like.” He seemed taken aback by your comment, “Well that was for…..more personal future occurrences. This doesn’t count as one of them.”
“What do you mean, more personal?”
“You’ll find out once this.” He points to your waist. “Is healed. But until then don’t worry about it!” And with that he proceeded to lift your shirt,
“Now let’s see what we have here.”
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itsbuckytm · 13 hours ago
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Promises | Ben Hargreeves
Summary : In which to Ben’s regret, admits to have broken a promise to the reader. A promise unknown, but possible to be healed.
Enjoy!! 🤍
Ben missed you. How laughable he wanted to admit it. He made it sure that his feelings were kept silence wether his siblings liked it or not. Throughout his spare time when he could, sat down near his desk to draw. No one truly knew why it became a routine of his, but one thing for sure is that whenever the clock hit 2pm, if anyone passed Ben’s room could found him sitting mindfully drawing as the time passed. And if you were able to get a glimpse, sneak even the face of yours has been drawn multiple of times without no explanation as to why. And if some normal strangers would to see that, were to describe this habit of a strange one.
But it wasn’t. For Ben of course. How he with delicacy and with skilled drew the lines that shaped your face. Out of habit he wanted to stroke the page that welcomed the beautiful face he once knew. Not that he had the urge but something inside of him kept him from doing so. He knew that when the Umbrellas were to found out about the Ben they once knew. He knew that getting the Y/N he once loved could become a challenge. An awful one.
Luther and Sloane’s wedding happened and to everyone’s surprised got invited. Including yourself who despite with a passion social gatherings. As the wedding venue went on, you barely touch your drink knowing that sparing the same room as Ben has gotten you so on edge that it would require someone to intervene.
“You know, Diego told me about you two’s history but I did not believe it could be that cringe.” Lila’s teasings weren’t helping a god damn bit. You looked at her with a sarcastic look pretending to smile in return only for the both of you to laugh in union. In some other perspective you wanted to learn how Lila was able to get such personal information out of Diego, and yet you decided to not as you regained your energy on Ben.
Ben watched over your table. Hearing the laugh of yours that sounded like pure melody through his ears, almost made him sick to the stomach. He may have got a few couple of drinks in his system to forget about you already and yet the sound of your voice kept him oddly awake. He noticed you kept the necklace of him, and with care your fingers intertwined with the habit of yours he knew a little too well. A smile crept beneath his features just before Klaus notices and join him by his side.
“Glad you haven’t forgotten about her.” He nudges slightly only for an irritated Ben to silently ignore the facts by taking a sip from his drink. “Well she haven’t that for sure.” Only if he had the guts to go and talk to you. But the pressure into telling himself that all the pain and solitude you had endured while being seperated killed him more than he thought. “What if, what if, I make another promise just to make her feel more pain?”
Klaus wasn’t the best at comforting nor truly give the best advice. However, he was the listener everyone needed. If one had to confess, rant or speak without being judge Klaus was the picker. And yet, seeing his Ben so vulnerable and knowing his feelings for you he had to intervene the best and subtle way possible. “Dad might do a speech in a few seconds, go to her when you can. I bet Lila is dying to be on Diego’s arms.”
It was true. So stupid and so smart at the same time, that even Ben when he glanced one more time to your direction, saw Lila getting off her own seat with disbeliefed. Whispering god knows what she said to you and for you to react in such way. Pink cheeks and with an awful mannerism trying to hide it.
While Reginald approached to give his speech on the matter of Luther’s wedding and the current events. Ben took the matter in his own hands and with a drink in hand walked to your direction, not so long before you notice his presence. “Stay calm, Y/N. It’s just him.” Murmuring slightly in hope him not to hear, you offered him a seat. Just as he was about to sat down, leaned closer to whisper a “You look ravishing.” knowing how it would make you to react he smiles confidently. How he loved seeing you all shy and innocent right before his eyes.
As you thanked him in returned, the speech bored the family to death and once over Five offered himself as the musician for the rest of the night. You and Ben sat afar from the scene until he held out his hand in offer for a dance. Hesitating to do so, you glance to your right with Lila nodding. Knowing it was only the first and probably the last time before anything else could ever happen. You were not going to loose him ever again. And so, you accepted, with a soft smile and let him lead the way.
The night went on swingley well. You and the others took a break from dancing. Reuniting with Luther and Sloane had everyone else remain a little bit of peace for one night. Ben however, had left the place to join Klaus on a little spree. Enjoying the night you decided not to cause any trouble and waited for him to come back, which he did.
So drunk and yet so adorable as you watched him walked toward the group. “I am sorry Y/N. I forgot how bad Ben’s tolerance is with alcohol. I am leaving him to you and that’s my cue to leave.” Klaus’s so unpredictable way of saying he’ll left got you to think he knew more about Ben and you than anyone else in the room. Heck, Five was more confused than you for a little.
While everyone left, you were left with a drunk Ben. By lifting him poorly you tried to keep a balance in order to properly lift his body. With failure you both soon enough fall by the crumbled plastic bottles poorly thrown in the floor. Ben conscious went back to reality soon as he notices his body weight on top of yours. Gulping nervously you tried to loosen yourself from his grip. “I-I think.. I am stuck.”
“You think?” The gridy Ben came back but this time with a little bit of ease in the tone of his voice. Almost as if he was holding his chuckles back when he saw your cheeks turning into a light shade of pink. You on the other resist the best you could’ve especially in front of Ben who was gladly enjoying the time of his life. Until you resist his tactic. “Come on, speak. Before I kick your stomach.”
Somehow, Ben loved watching you desperately and with an awful confidence of yours to defend yourself. He knew you weren’t the greatest at it and that was one thing he loved about you. Having to protect you, let you curl up in his arm as he wraps your body in his warmth. “Someone cut up your tongue?” It was the alcohol talking. And oh how much you regretted saying such things.
“Well, with that beauty of yours who wouldn’t?” That damn bastard. He knew how to play with words. He proudly smirks. Suddenly the tone in his voice soften, almost becoming a little too serious. “All jokes aside, you know how much I’ve been holding back.”
You knew what he meant. The drawings, the memories, the necklace. Everything. It was so simple that even a five years old could solve the puzzle of your souvenirs. Such souvenirs and promises so painful they were hard to forget. “You lied to me…” And it was true, Ben couldn’t deny these facts. A look of regret and trauma that kept him for years so imprisoned that he even almost lost all hope knowing he wouldn’t find you anymore.
“I know.. And it pains me everyday when I couldn’t reach to you. How much I deserve all the hate you gave me these past days. You can even hate-”
“How can I hate you? The person I loved, cared even. I know I have endured the consequences myself and I should’ve known. Allison told me, warned me and I was so oblivious by it. However, seeing you here, alive and well… is what mattered to me most.”
Ben left no words to speak in return. Your words were enough to prove him how much stronger your bond were for one another. How deeply your feelings and his were for one another. His fingers caressing your cheek, eyes never leaving you out of his sight as he leaned to feel his lips being brushed against yours for a kiss to never let go.
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favefandomimagines · 6 hours ago
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Lucky Charm - Bradley Bradshaw Series Sneak Peek
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Summary: Kimberly ‘Clover’ Kazansky was the spitting image of her father. A legend in the Navy, being the youngest receiver of the Top Gun trophy in history. But having that title comes with it’s own personal tribulations.
Tribulations such as Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw. Five years older than Kimberly and yet assumed that she held more cards than he did. For years he blamed her for not informing him of Maverick pulling his papers. Destroying their friendship in the process. And yet she still couldn’t shake the feelings she had for him, nor his for her.
AN: starting a Bradley Bradshaw series!!! I’m really excited for this one! It’ll follow the basic plot of the movie but dialogue will most likely be a bit different in some situations! So enjoy this sneak peek!!
I also have a Bob fic coming soon!
Kimberly never saw herself as better than any other pilot. She didn’t think she was better than anyone else or knew more just because her dad was an admiral.
People say she was born under a lucky star. Always having missions and deployments go in her favor without even trying. Her first week in flight school during a rather tough exercise, Kimberly flew in a way no had seen since the days of her father.
She was lucky. If anyone had even attempted the maneuver she did, it wouldn’t have ended well. Giving her the call sign Clover.
The so called lucky charm of the United States Navy.
Kimberly was more than confused when she got a text from her dad saying he wanted to talk. It’s never a good thing when a parent says “I want to talk.” She didn’t recall any recent insubordination or any risky flight maneuvers that her superiors would inform her father about.
When she arrived to her childhood home, her younger siblings playing catch in the yard, her mother came outside to meet her.
“Whatever it was I did to get in trouble, I swear there is a very rational and understandable explanation to my behavior.” Kimberly spoke. “You’re not in trouble.” Her mother laughed.
“Am I going in to see the admiral or dad?” Kimberly asked. “The admiral.” The woman answered. “Oh yeah, I’m in trouble.” Kimberly muttered.
She walked inside and towards her father’s office, the sound of coughing alerting her.
Kimberly had been the one out of her siblings to take their father’s illness the hardest. The two had a very special bond that no one could really explain. Kimberly was the definition of a daddy’s girl and she had Iceman Kazansky wrapped around her finger.
No one knew that the cancer came back and she knew it was only a matter of time.
“Permission to enter, admiral?” Kimberly joked. Iceman smiled at his daughter as he typed his response. “Permission granted.” It said.
“I don’t know what it is I did to have someone snitch to my dad but I swear I probably had a good reason. For whatever it is I did.” She said.
‘You’re not in trouble. I want to talk to you about a special detachment.’
Kimberly furrowed her eyebrows for a moment, wondering what could be so special they needed her for it.
‘You’re being called back to Top Gun. You and 12 other pilots.’
“Really? What’s the mission?” Kimberly asked.
‘Your instructor will tell you that.’
“Wait, if they’re calling back the best of the best, that means he’s going to be there too.” She said.
‘Yes he is. Maybe nows your chance to reconcile.’
“Dad, he hates me. He thinks I knew about what Uncle Mav did and he never gave me a chance to explain. He’s the one who messed up not me.” The light haired woman spoke.
‘You’ve always been the bigger person, Kimmy.’
Kimberly sighed, hating to admit that her dad was right. “But the things he said really hurt. I mean, we were so close before and he just tossed it away.” She said solemnly.
‘Then make him listen. You were always good at that too.’
Kimberly chuckled lightly at her father’s words before she sighed. “Are you sure I’m cut out for this mission? I’m not just going because of you?“ She asked.
‘Cyclone asked for you personally.’
“Oh well then no pressure.” She muttered.
‘You’re a Kazansky. Flying is in your blood, you can do this.’
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sanguineships · a day ago
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imagine wanting to be tangled in someone’s being. to be so close to them, to melt into them like candle wax. to be entwined with warmth, or to warm them like a flicker from a fireplace. for their touch to elicit a gentle, pleasurable shudder up and down the spine. for their love to feel like enchantment.
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snapeluvr · 2 days ago
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How about some headcanons for dating severus after the war, he’s alive and well, opening up to dating now
Dating Severus Headcanons 
A/N: Thanks so much for your request, lovely anon! I’ve never written headcanons before, so I hope I don’t let you down ;3
Admittedly, Severus had not had many romantic engagements throughout his life. Of course, the whole world knew now of his love for Lily Evans, but even that had been exaggerated in the flurry of the end of the war. In the years after the end of the first war, when he had some more leeway when it came to how he spent his time, he had been…coerced into some relationships at the behest of Narcissa Malfoy, but none of them ever lasted long given the grief and general air of despair that surrounded Severus, so she eventually gave up. 
Given his previous romantic history, he certainly never planned on dating or committing to a relationship with anyone, ever, so he had no real idea of what to do or how to act when he did eventually find you. 
Because of this, you had to be the first one to approach Severus with the idea of going out on a date, and you definitely had to be the one to ask to be his partner, because he was never going to subject someone else to dealing with him, no matter how much he liked them (remember, he’s spent the majority of his life with very few true friendships, so he doesn’t really know how to initiate them). 
After getting past this initial barrier, you’re able to explore the ways he shows affection. He’s still got somewhat of an acerbic personality (that doesn’t go away just because a war is over), but he’s cautious to talk to you a little gentler and in a more neutral tone. He isn’t particularly prone to outbursts of laughter, but he will definitely smile at you when you do something silly. 
Some of his love languages are definitely quality time and acts of service. The former shines through with how much time you both spend together. Since the end of the war, he’s abandoned Spinner’s End and found a small house in the country, where he has ample privacy for his affairs, and you are a constant presence there once you begin dating. It starts off with you coming over to help cook dinner together, staying up late reading books in his living room together, and turns into you staying the night more and more often as your relationship progresses. These were the times you got to know him best, you see, because you got to see him in his home, where his guard is most relaxed. As much as you would ever know each other, he’s spent so many years hiding his true self from the public eye, that whenever you were out in public, his old habits meant to protect him reared their heads and prevented him from being like the Sev you knew at home. Getting to spend time with him doing menial things strengthened your bond and helped Severus become more comfortable with you. 
Acts of service show themselves in different ways. Usually, it comes with him teaching you things that he is very passionate about, such as potions. He hated being a teacher, but if you had expressed a genuine and intellectual interest in potions, that he was willing to help you learn about them, practically and theoretically. He invites you into his private lab, a HUGE indicator that he trusts you given that he has it stocked to the brim with rare, expensive, and dangerous potions ingredients. He is hypervigilant at all times, ensuring that you don’t make a single mistake with a potion that could hurt you in any way. If you were a potion geek like him, you both worked together on advancing each other’s research and special projects, combining both of your extensive knowledge about them. Other acts of service include his help in making sure that you are taking care of yourself. If you have a job that is particularly stressful, he will make sure to have a warm bath ready with tea (or whatever your favourite beverage is). If you do independent work, and you get too caught up in it, he will check on you and make sure you’re taking care of yourself, and might bring you some food while he’s at it. Having someone to care about grounds him, as well as helps him express his feelings a little easier. 
He is very attentive. He finally has someone who cares about him as much as he does them, so he makes sure to hang on to your every word, and he has a great memory for things you mention in passing. You can count on this memory kicking in for any gifts he might get you for holidays or special occasions, and he’d definitely go to any length to get you something he knows you’d love. 
In terms of physical affection, Severus is definitely not the type to engage in PDA of most forms, with the exception of hand/arm holding as you both walked. He’s an incredibly private person, and with his newfound fame after the war, he hated having any photos of him taken in public. He really values your relationship and to see it be exploited in the media makes him feel upset — not because he’s seen with you, but because you are seen with him. Even though he’s been reassured countless times that you love him and such, he can’t help but worry that your reputation is being sullied by being seen with a former Death Eater. This might lead to many a conversation with him in which he elaborated on his insecurity and fears, but he promises to work through his fear.
In private, you can count on him being kind of touch starved and almost needy when it comes to physical affection. I’m talking a lot of touching when you’re doing everyday tasks together — lingering fingers, touches on your lower back and he passes you to grab something, hand holding as you read books together. At the beginning, you had to be the one to initiate any physical contact and make sure he was still comfortable with it, but as your relationship grew, he started engaging in it more. 
Severus would rather die than say this out loud, but he loves hugs. He loves hugging you a lot, especially in bed together, where he can big spoon you to his heart's content (I think it helps him feel like he’s keeping you safe). If he’s had a hard day and he gets to be the little spoon, he’s going to feel so secure and comforted, and he will let you know his gratitude. He likes sneaking up on you from behind and embracing you, dropping kisses on the top of your head to let you know just how much he loves you and your presence in his life.
Verbal affection is easier to come by with Severus, surprisingly. At first, getting him to say what he feels is like pulling teeth, but after establishing that communication had to be important for you both, he begins to vocalise what he feels, especially in regard to you. He will definitely compliment you a lot on your work ethic, your knowledge, and your brain because he really admires your intelligence. If you’re having a particularly hard day with anything, he’s definitely going to do his best to make you feel better by reassuring your abilities and believing in you, verbally, to help bolster your confidence. 
Despite this, you are going to say “I love you” first. As much as he loves you and knows it, he’s still too insecure and afraid to impose himself and the weight of his emotions on you. But as soon as you say it, he will return it. He’s going to be shocked no matter how you tell him, his brain grappling with the idea that someone loves him unconditionally, but he’s sure about his feelings for you and just needed some confidence to actually say it. 
Overall, Severus is a passionate partner. It can be challenging to break through his barriers at the beginning, but once you do, you know he would do anything for you and your happiness. He’s super dedicated to you, and loves spending time with you. He’s still a little sour and quiet at times, but you know a side of him the rest of the world doesn’t that just makes you love him even more. 
A/N: I hope you liked it!! Let me know what you think, and if you’d like a part 2 or something to this!! I had a lot of fun and I hope yall like how I tried to portray Severus as a partner <3
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deceasedream69 · 22 hours ago
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Klaus's powers
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- "holy shit", said Diego when I lifted my shirt.
Five's hand slowly touching it until I winced in pain.
- "sorry", he said quickly.
- "I'm gonna be fine, I just... I just need to be close to Klaus"
- "why? I'm sorry but I don't know how to help, this is-"
- "you don't have to do anything, I just need to use your powers, just like I'm doing right now", I said showing how the wound was a little bit more close.
We quickly got to their room, Luther helping me to get there.
- "but we only have space for 4"
- "who is the smallest?", Said Luther
- "I don't care!", I said in pain. "If I have to sleep on the floor, I don't care, just... Please let me sit for a moment", I said sitting in the bottom bunk bed. Five sitting next to me.
I put my head on his lap, his hand rubbing my head slightly.
- "you're going to be fine...", He said not knowing what to say in this situation.
After a while he noticed I was asleep.
- "please don't tell me you're going to put her on the floor", said Diego from the couch.
- "I would never", said Five moving y/n so there would be room for both of them in the bed. Laying next to her. Secretly admiring her face. A few dried tears on her cheeks, which he caressed with his thumb softly.
*next morning*
I woke up to my pillow moving. So I hugged it tighter. But it moved even more. I opened my eyes, and it wasn't a pillow.
- "do you feel better?"
- "way better", I said hugging him tight.
- "that's really nice to hear", he said placing his arm on my waist and a kiss on my forehead.
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multiverse-of-yn · a day ago
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Y/N, in line at a coffee shop: Can I get a venti vanilla latte with uhh, seven espresso shots?
Jason, in line behind them: Jesus Christ, just do cocaine.
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ofwilliamandwalter · 10 hours ago
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"Never" ~ S. Reid
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Summary: When Y/N doesn't show up for work multiple days in a row, Spencer Reid is determined to find out why. Though, when he finds out the reason, Y/N never expected him to stay… much less help her through it.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU!Reader (no pronouns used but Fem!Reader is somewhat implied)
Word Count: 2,127
Content Warning: heavy BPD content, mentions of food, mentions of binge eating, mentions of medications, very mild swearing, lmk if i missed anything!
Genre: mostly Hurt/Comfort and Angst mixed with Fluff
Extra Notes: i hope this is OK and somewhat accurate. i do not have BPD (or at least, not that i know of anyway) so i attempted to do some research and make this as accurate as possible!
Based On the Request: "hii! request for spencer reid, reader has bpd and goes into a depressive spiral and spencer realizes and takes care of her and gives reassurance and comforts her, hugs cuddles kisses all of that. maybe also he helps her take a bath bc she struggles with hygiene when she's spiraling and it's all sweet n stuff, just very very fluff."
Features the One-Liner: "Aren't you getting tired of taking care of me?" - "Never."
Originally Written: 06/28/2022
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"𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥, 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐛��𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐠𝐥𝐮𝐞." - 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐬
"Y/N? It's Reid, open up!" Reid shouted outside my front door.
I supposed I should've let him in by that point. After all, he'd been knocking for three whole minutes.
As I slowly plodded toward the door, I wondered why he'd knocked for so long. I wondered what was so important, but more importantly, I wondered why I was so important.
"Yeah?" I asked sarcastically as I opened the door.
He took a second to look me over. Rightly so, considering I hadn't been to work in three days, and I hadn't showered since at least the weekend. I thought for a moment as I tried to remember the last time I'd changed clothes, the last time I did something as simple as brush my teeth or comb my hair.
Reid could tell, too. I figured that out when his face fell. Hesitantly, he asked, "Are you feeling OK?"
"I'm fine," I insisted. "I was a little busy though," I lied.
"Uh…" he uttered nervously. "Don't take this the wrong way, but were you too busy to call in and tell Hotch you were taking a couple days off?"
I ran a hand through my hair, only just having realized how oily it must've been. "Is that why you came—to reprimand me in Hotch's place?"
"No, no!" he exclaimed as he held his hands up. "I actually wanted to check on you. For myself."
"Really?" I asked, genuinely surprised.
I tried to process his words. Who would want to check on me? Who would go out of their way to make sure I was OK?
He nodded silently. "May I come in?"
I stepped aside before warning him, "Brace yourself."
He took a look around my apartment. I was surprised he didn't run away at the smell of old food on the counter and the sight of the trash lying around.
He turned back to face me with furrowed brows. "I'm assuming your place doesn't always look like this?"
I shook my head. "Only when-" I stopped myself, wondering how I could've let that slip.
I felt a wave of guilt come over my stomach. Surely, he didn't care why my apartment looked and smelled that way. I was surprised he was even still standing in my living room after what he'd viewed upon his arrival.
After an awkward moment of silence, he spoke up again. "Don't take this the wrong way, but have you been diagnosed with borderline personality disorder?"
Leave it to Spencer Reid to figure that out within a minute of entering my home.
Despite the fact that he was correct in saying so, I tried to argue by saying, "That's crazy. Why would you think-"
"Well," he cut me off, "I just thought the symptoms kind of added up. The first sign was that you didn't call to tell us you'd be out of work, which would fall under 'impulsive behavior'. Then, there's the fact that you tried to push me away when I first got here, which could have to do with fear of abandonment. All of the junk food wrappers would tell me you've been eating a lot. Binge eating is another common symptom among people with BPD. Then-"
"Yes, Reid," I cut him off this time. "I have BPD." That felt weird to say out loud.
"I noticed an empty bottle of Fluoxetine on the counter. Is that what you take for it?" he questioned.
I slowly nodded as tears began brimming up my eyes. "It was."
"When was the last time you took it?"
The tears finally started to fall from my eyes as I answered, "Over a month ago."
His lips pressed together before he wrapped me in a hug. "I'm sorry you're going through this."
My tears started to fall more rapidly when he said this. "Why is he being so nice to me? Does he really care that much about me?" I contemplated.
He held me for a few minutes. God knows I needed it. It was nice to hold something that wasn't my pillow. It was nice to smell something that wasn't my own, awful stench.
For a moment, I pondered what it would be like to taste something that wasn't cheap pizza or Chinese take-out. I quickly stopped myself. Like hell he'd wanna kiss me in the first place, much less in these conditions.
"I promise I don't mean this in a rude way. I'm just curious, I swear," he started, "But, when was the last time you took a bath? Like a nice, long, hot bath?"
I chuckled sarcastically. "In this place? Never."
He pulled away as he asked, "Is there a reason why?"
I wiped my cheeks with the pads of my fingers, but it was pointless. My cries just continued on. "I never felt I deserved it."
He looked to the floor, his face somewhere between sympathizing and wondering. After a moment, he said, "I have an idea."
"I'm all ears, I suppose."
"You can say no, of course. But, I thought, maybe I could help you. I used to wash my mom's hair a lot when she would have really bad episodes," he explained. "I know it would be a little weird, but you can wear a bathing suit. I'll step out when you're ready to wash everything else," he said awkwardly.
For the first time in what felt like an eon, I cracked a smile. Sure, it was only a partial smile, but Spencer Reid had managed to make my lips turn upward for a split second. That was an accomplishment I never thought would happen again.
I nodded. "Yeah, I'll go change."
And so, the next thing I knew, I was sitting in my bathtub, wearing my favorite pink bikini, and feeling Spencer Reid of all people lather my hair up with coconut-scented shampoo.
"Can you close your eyes for a minute?" he instructed softly. He spoke almost as softly as the music he'd started to play on my speaker.
That was the second time I cracked a smile. It took him nearly ten minutes to figure out how to connect my phone to the speaker, another five to figure out how Spotify worked.
I broke myself from my memories, quickly squeezing my eyes shut. The feeling of warm water trickling down my face soothed me—something I hadn't felt that whole week.
After a couple minutes, he stood up. "I'm gonna go so you can finish up in here, but please take all the time you need," he told me.
That was the first time I'd ever heard those words and actually wanted to listen to them. I'd been diagnosed for years, but not once had I actually wanted to give myself the time and care that I needed.
Reid had that effect on me. He could've told me to do anything in the world and I would've done it. I was convinced he could've told me to drive to Alaska and my reaction would've been, "Where are my keys?"
"I promise I won't leave you," he said. "I'll still be here. Just call for me and I'll be there."
Normally, I would've assumed it was a lie. Who would want to stay and help? But, his words seemed truthful, so I felt that there was no reason to doubt him.
As he walked out, I leaned back into the water. It had been forever since I fully submerged myself in hot water, taking in the steam and the serenity of it.
I sat there like that for at least an hour before finally getting up to strip down and actually take a bath. By the time I did it, my fingers and toes had already pruned up and the water was nearly cold.
I took longer than I normally did when I took a shower, savoring the feeling of body wash on my skin. It was like I could feel the filth leaving my body as I rinsed off.
Finally, I stood up before letting the water out. I dried off rather quickly before throwing on some fresh pajamas.
Almost as soon as I finished dressing, Reid tapped his knuckles lightly on the door. "May I come in?"
"Mhm," I hummed.
He noticed me holding my comb in one hand before taking it from me. "May I?"
I nodded, but still asked, "Why are you being so nice to me?"
"Because you'd do the same if I were in your position."
He ran the comb through my hair carefully, so as to not rip any knots out. I was surprised at first that he'd know how to brush it so carefully, but then remembered the times he'd let his hair grow out.
We stayed silent for a few moments as he finished combing through my hair. I took a couple deep but silent breaths, taking in the feeling of euphoria all this self-care was giving me.
Silently, he took me by the hand and led me out of the bathroom. As we walked down the hallway, he repeated my sentence from earlier. "Brace yourself."
Three was the new record for how many times I'd smiled that day.
As we rounded the corner, my jaw nearly fell to the floor.
He'd taken the time to not only clean up the trash, but also wipe all my counters down, mop the floors, and it looked as though the living room had been vacuumed.
"I'm not the best cook in the world, but I found some bacon and eggs in the fridge. I thought maybe I could make you an omelet or something."
I knew I should've thanked him first. Instead, a couple tears fell from my eyes as I asked, "Aren't you getting tired of taking care of me?"
I could hear empathy in his voice as he answered, "I could never get tired of taking care of you."
I wrapped my arms around his midsection, which was followed by the feeling of his hands meeting my back. We stood like that for a while, basking in the feeling of each other. I listened intently to his breath, his chest vibrating every so often as he hummed contently.
"Whaddaya say?" he asked as he unraveled his arms. "I'll make us some dinner, you can put on your favorite movie, and we can just hang out together?" In a panic, he said, "Only if you want to, of course."
I nodded with my fourth smile of the day. "I'd like that a lot."
And so, after a half hour of watching him struggle to make an omelet, various shouts of "I promise I'll clean all this up!", and an almost burnt batch of bacon, Reid finally presented me with my dinner.
"I hope the presentation makes up for the taste," he said awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck.
"I'm sure it'll be fine, Spencer," I smiled back.
His face turned to a soft expression. "That's the first time you've ever called me Spencer."
My face nearly dropped when I realized the accuracy of his statement. "Yeah, I guess it was."
He swallowed nervously before saying, "I have a question. You don't have to answer if you don't want to, though."
I nodded slowly, hesitantly preparing myself for his question.
"Is there a reason why you never refer to us by our first names? Even when we're off duty, you always call us the same way you would on the field."
"Well, as you know, fear of abandonment is very common in people with BPD," I said apprehensively. "Ever since I first showed signs of BPD, I became hesitant to use nicknames," I explained. "I thought that if I used nicknames, I'd get too close and then someone else would leave me again."
Spencer took a deep sigh before hugging me again. I'd had a hard time believing that he'd hugged me the first time, much less multiple times in one day.
"I-I thought," I stuttered before swallowing hard, "I thought that if I ever called you guys by your first names that I'd lose you too." By this point, I was in tears again. "I've lost so many people because of this illness. I couldn't risk losing you guys too."
He hugged me tighter than he was before. "I promise I'm not going anywhere."
"Well, there's only one way to prove it," I said with another smile, though my tone was sort of daring.
"What's that?"
"Show me you really mean it."
He must've understood what I was implying, because the next thing I knew, his lips were on mine and his arms were wrapped around me tightly.
If there was one thing I knew after that kiss, it was that he wasn't planning on leaving any time soon.
"𝐈 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝." - 𝐆𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐄𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭
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g0kotta · 2 days ago
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Hiii, it's me, the anon who sends random ideas. I have a question, who do you think have the possibility to be a toxic friend from all the tr characters ? I personally came up with a thought that Rindou and Senju could be a jealous and possessive friend bc both of them don't have things of their own, like Rindou with his brother and Senju having to follow Mikey and his friends. The type to guilt trip you to spend time with them instead of your other friends ya know.
Hey!!Oh for sure the both of them would be possessive friends. And they wouldn’t even really feel bad about it. They would be greedy in this aspect, since they didn’t really have anything of their own.
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Senju, Sanzu, Rindou, Yuzuha
Senju would try to spend as much time with you as possible and would think of many different ideas on how to spend it with you. Shopping sprees, amusement parks, zoo’s, the beach and etc. Every day she would call you in the morning (or even the night prior) to make plans with you. To be sure you won’t spend your time with anyone else. She’d sometimes show up at your door at like 9AM without you expecting it. Even if it started to annoy you, you couldn’t leave her. She’d start crying and talking about her past. She’d guilt trip you into staying her best friend.
Sanzu is crazy loyal. He’d do anything for you and he expects the same from you. He’d follow you to the depts of hell if needed. So he thinks it’s normal how he wants you to only be friends with him. Why do you need other friends? Isn’t he enough? You’re going to leave him like everyone esle, won’t you? Oh, he has other friends (Mikey)? So what? He has to follow Mikey, he promised. And you promised him to stay his friend forever. So what if you made that promise when the both of you were really young? Are you really going to break it? He won’t let you.
Rindou is also a younger sibling. He grew up being jealous of everything Ran had. He was way more popular than Rindou and everything about his older brother annoyed him. So when he finally met you and had his own best friend; he made sure you stayed as far away from Ran as possible (and other people too). He took you everywhere with him and made sure you wouldn’t hang out with other people. And if you did, he’d beat them up after. You started losing friends without knowing the reason (which was Rindou himself). It made you feel sad and the only person who stayed with you was in fact the younger Haitani. He’s such a good friend isn’t he?
Yuzuha is the middle child. But after growing up in a toxic and abusive environment all she ever needed was a fresh breath of air - which was you. Of course she had Hakkai and Mitsuya. But that wasn’t the same. She wanted to have someone she could call her own best friend. And when she met you, she was so excited to finally have someone she could confide in whenever she needed, someone she could text or call at 3am and talk about anything and everything. She won’t let you go. Never.
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duffslut · 2 days ago
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Vacation
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Modern Duff Mckagan x Reader
My Masterlist.
Word Count: 295
Warnings: Smut! Age gap, Oral Sex, Face Fuck, Dirty talk. Minors Dni.
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It was at the end of a sunny afternoon, you were still lying on the lounger, with your eyes closed feeling the last rays of the day's sun penetrate your body.
Suddenly something blocked out your sun, you frowned, but then you heard Duff's sweet, calm voice calling to you before you could open your eyes.
- Babe? - He called to you, standing right behind your lounge chair.
- What? - you asked without opening your eyes.
- I have something for you. - Duff said breathlessly.
You opened your eyes and soon after you let out a sideways smile, Duff's cock was literally covering your face. You already knew exactly what to do and how to do it, you opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out, and seconds later, Duff's hard, veined cock was entering your mouth, touching your throat with the tip of his dick.
Duff moaned and muttered some curses when you started to suck him, he moved his hips you faster and faster, sliding his dick into your mouth, making you choke when he went too deep in your throat.
- God!... Fuck Yes! - Duff moaned as you swallowed his cock all over, occasionally licking his balls. - Come here...
You gasped when Duff finally took his cock out of your mouth, he grabbed your hair and pulled you out of the chair, making you fall on all fours on the wet and hot floor.
- I couldn't help myself seeing your little body in such a tiny bikini, you're so hot for such a young girl. - Every word that came out of his mouth made you more and more wet.
You shook your ass and Duff slapped you a few times before pulling your head back so you could go back to sucking his big cock.
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cogwheels-and-flowers · 2 days ago
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imagine you and your f/o arguing about who should make breakfast while half asleep in the morning
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unholyplumpprincess · 23 hours ago
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Imagine Dead by Daylight’s Shape/Myers getting jealous and having to reinforce that the survivor is his. Maybe Ghostface got a little too flirty with them or another killer let them go during a trial and it drove Michael mad, reading into things too much, every little detail leading him to doubt himself. So, he seeks them out during a trial of their own. He doesn’t care if any of the other survivors hear or if they escape, he just needs to leave his mark on his survivor and hear them call his name. Rough stuff, ego boosting, marking etc.
Aw man, y'all know I love me a good possessive slasher. I've been stroking this prompt lovingly and waiting for the day I knew I could nail it, so let's fucking gooo!
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Warnings: R18+/NSFT, Reader is gn and ambiguous (Though v brief mention of reader in a skirt one time), Possessive behavior, Primal play, Knife play + Marking with said knife
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Simply put: You were his favorite obsession. Michael had taken quite the shining to you since your first run in, where you had a...unique style of distraction. Where you would wolf whistle his way and holler at him from across the street of his very own domain. Or where you'd lift up your shirt and flash him and tauntingly yell that he could have a piece of you-- IF he could catch you.
Curiosity had hit him. Such a strange being you were. And from what he heard through the grapevine that was the Entity's spidery-like arms- you didn't do it with other killers. In fact, you liked to trip them up, but not in such a loud way.
He'd caught you only a handful of times before then since your first encounter. The first time he'd caught you, you'd laughed, clutching at the slash across the front of your chest where you were bleeding. You had your back to the wall, panting as you crooned out, "So what piece will it be, big guy? Arm? Leg?"
When he'd roughly tugged at your shirt, you'd only laughed even as he exposed you. Testing you even as your hands came up and you'd smiled so gleefully. "Oh! And here I was starting to wonder I wasn't your type!" Even with your wound still bleeding.
Yes, you were indeed his favorite obsession.
~Rest under the cut~
When this relationship began and where it ended was up to anyone. During the full moons when the Entity let you all mingle, you'd always end up in his domain. Under him or above him, panting with your head thrown back and moaning his name.
Michael had gotten quite the taste for it now. Hearing you whine his name like that, tossing and turning and squirming beneath his very touch. Didn't matter how rough he handled you, you ate it up with gleeful sounds.
You were his. And only he could get this rise out of you. Only you would treat him the way you do.
So imagine his surprise when word through the grapevine is that Ghostface is getting to toy with you. Where he flaunts pictures of you and laughs about how he'd like to tap that. How enraged you'd been when you found those pictures of you and he'd gotten to see up your skirt you'd had on that day. And how turned on Ghostface had been when you'd gotten up in his face.
Michael feels that itch in his fingertips to stab him, so he follows that itch. Stabbing straight through Ghostface's hand and nailing it to the table full of your pictures.
The hunt begins upon next trial.
You know it's him right away, but you feel something's off. You believe it to be a game near immediately, cautiously making your way through his domain. The flashing lights of the police car blinding you briefly as you take in your surroundings after finishing a generator.
When your eyes meet a white mask, you fight a smile as you take off quickly. Playing the game of 'prey' as you run from him with Michael in hot pursuit.
When he catches you, you're slammed onto the nearest surface. In your case, it ends up being an old bed, your body bouncing on it before you gasp as he gets on top of you. You play victim, kicking and squirming and trying to get out of his grasp before his rough hand grabs your chin and forces your eyes on him. Your wrists pinned by his other hand above your head.
"O-oh come on, I don't wanna get hooked today-" You whine out, arching your back into him and grumbling. Your heart races, your eyes meeting the holes of his mask and briefly seeing his own through them. One baby blue, one blinded. His breathing is heavy, off somehow.
And he's not moving from between your legs either.
"Michael-" You huff, rolling your hips up to try and press him up and off you. It doesn't work, of course, but it does work in making him press down further on top of you. "Come on- during a trial? Really? Won't the Entity be pissed?"
His response is silence, as it always is. But you swear- you swear you hear a growl.
Fuck-
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It winds up with your clothes half off and his fingers buried inside of you as you lay on your side. You keep your mouth covered, or at least try to before he's ripping your hand from your mouth. Desperate to hear the way you whine his name, the way you look at him through your wet lashes as your body quivers with another orgasm.
Taken apart by his hand.
You cry out when his fingers keep pounding into you, knowing now to keep your eyes on his. You whimper when you see his other hand come up, holding his knife and pressing to your hip. But you mumble, "Yes, yes, yes, fuck yes, Michael, mark me, come on, baby. Yes, yes, yes-" Your mouth running so quickly, eagerly.
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By the end of the trial, you gain a new scar. A sharp 'M' carved into your right hip. Not to mention how sore you feel after.
At least Michael will know you're not thinking of anyone else anytime soon.
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citifilms · 2 days ago
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↬ eight . NERVOUS !
atsumu miya may be flirty and a big tease but when it comes to talking to girls he likes, he is a wreck — one with clammy hands and sweat dripping from his temple and where the world stops and the only thing he cares in the world is about creating the bestest impression of himself in front of the person.
but he is a bold wreck, one who knows his stuff yet has himself sweating and thinking of things unknown.
and in this moment atsumu miya is a nervous wreck, but a tad bit confidence lingers after all he has to make a good impression, doesn’t he? His walk has a shake but it is confident in its own way and he sees you standing there with one of your classmates probably talking with a smile on your pretty face.
“hiya pretty.” he vocalised with eyes on your face and shit he is melting because of the cute confused look on you face yet features so sharp and gorgeous. you stare at this boy in utter confusion and not even the thought of him flirting crosses your mind, you just think of it as a normal conversation, it is one right?
“hi?” it is more of a question then an answer as you speak and you have hun weak in the knees but no he is confident, he has to ask you to lunch as he brushes a few strands of his hair back before looking into your sparkling ( e.c ) eyes and . . .
thump!
his heart skips a beat, and he falls to ecstasy, confidence racing through as he makes the worlds most difficult request — in his opinion — as he looks at you with a teasing glint in his eyes. “would you like to join me and my team for lunch?”
And all is said and done as you stare at him and he stares at you awaiting a answer and there is a weird silence lingering around as the whole hallway is looking wide eyed the blonde haired boy and then at you because you get a chance to eat with inarizaki’s most wanted boy!
“Um, of course! It would be nice to make more friends!” you speak a glint of genuine interest in your voice as you give him your thousand watt smile and he is melting to the core as with a wobbly grin he nods and walks away not before mumbling a ‘see you at the cafeteria’ and all of his nervousness washes away and is replaced with a lovesick feeling.
you sure did have him a bit nervous to speak as you look at him walk away until you are shook by the girl you certainly made good friends with — hinode chiha, sea green eyes that shine like heels underneath the sunlight and hair as bright yellow as the sun and well to say she is pretty and has your heart fluttering but you are to much of an idiot to notice that.
“YOU JUST ACCEPTED THE INVITATION OF MIYA ATSUMU!?” she screams and maybe just maybe the flutter dies because that was a bit to loud as the whole corridor breaks into whispers but none about you, all about the most wanted boy — who maybe or certainly has a crush on you.
ah, what a good first day it is.
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renjunn1es · 10 hours ago
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5:32pm | evening snacks
“uh, jungwon?” you ask, knocking on the student council door before coming in. you peek your head in and see a very distressed bf!jungwon, whose head is hung over a stack of papers. other piles of paper surrounded his desk, but he didn’t seem to mind.
“jungwon?” you say again, this time he looks up and his eyes instantly light up and a small smile adorns his face. “ah, y/n.” you like the way your name rolls off his tongue.
“what are you doing here so late?” jungwon watches as you pull up a chair and sit beside him. you sat your bag in your lap and gazed at him worried eyes. “what are you doing here so late?” you raise a brow at him and he only chuckles.
“oh y’know, student prez stuff.” he sighs, leaning back and admiring you. you bite your lip, “no i don’t know.” you unzip your bag and pull out a ziplock bag containing two sandwiches, cut perfectly into triangles.
you offer him one but he waves you off and reaches for his pencil, but you beat him to it. “won, i’m not letting you read or write another word until you eat.” you say, so non-threateningly as you hold his pencil away from him. jungwon rolls his eyes playfully and takes a bite of the sandwich.
“thank you y/n.” he says, his mouth full of sandwich. he leans in close to you, your foreheads touching. you smile and quickly peck him on the lips before pulling away. “now, i think i can help you with all of this.” you look at him confidently, grabbing one of the papers from the stack.
jungwon stifles a laugh. “y/n, how are you gonna help?” a teasing grin etches its way onto his lips as he asks. you tsk, “i’ll find a way.”
jungwon has decided to make you his evening snack partner. and his partner-partner
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a/n: student prez jungwon😋
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