#petal x alex

[freegrain]

petal is so ride or die for alex, she's so real

#the a list #petal x alex #“i'm running away and i want you to come with me” “okay” #girlie said no questions anything for you

[celticcatgirl2]

“…hmmm making out with your sister’s girlfriend I see? How delightfully EVIL…mind if I join in…..”

#shut up alex #personal #rwby #cinder #ruby #blake #ruby rwby #ladybug #alice rewatches rwby #cinder fall #ruby rose #blake belladonna #ruby rose rwby #falling petals #ladybug rwby #falling petals rwby #black glass #black glass rwby #blake x ruby #cinder x ruby #ruby x cinder #cinder x blake #ruby x blake #blake x cinder

[frost-queen]

Potions master (Reader x Theodore Nott)

Requested by: Anon; Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @merlin-dahlia, @alex--awesome--22, @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly@denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco@subjecta13-thefangirl, @m-rae23, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr, @swampthing07, @melsunshine, @panhoeofmanyfandoms, @venomsvl, @the-uncoordinated-house-cat, @rosecentury,  @imagines-by-her,  @evilcr0ne, @vviolynn

Cauldrons were bubbling and frizzing. The smells of variant ingredients filling the air. A puff of grey smoke popped up out of the cauldron beside yours. Class divided in small working stations, with four cauldrons at each one. Your station was shared with Blaise, Pansy and another Slytherin boy. Blaise was cutting his root as he suddenly called it out. Bringing his finger rapidly up to his mouth to suck at the blood.

Pansy snorted loud at his stupidity. Blaise shot her a glare. – “Cut your little finger?” – Draco teased from the table behind yours. You briefly looked over your shoulder to see Lorenzo, Theodore and Goyle. – “Shut up.” – Blaise told him off. You looked across the room to where Professor Snape was. Clearly not giving a care to what all the Slytherin students were doing in the back.

As long as they conjured up their potions all was well. Lorenzo started to mimic Blaise, holding his finger and pretending to whine. Pansy laughed loud at that. Blaise pointed his knife at Lorenzo. Lorenzo shot his hands up in defence whilst still chuckling. The only one who didn’t seem to be engaged in the matter was Theodore.

His expression focused. He wiped his hands off against the side of his pants before grabbing over the table for an ingredient. – “Knife down Mister Zambini.” – Professor Snape said casually when passing the table. Blaise lowered the knife, holding it firm under his grip. Pansy threw in a leaf petal when Professor Snape rounded your table. He gave one glance inside her cauldron. She swallowed nervously when he batted his eyes away, clearly disappointed in her poor skills.

He clicked his tongue when going round the boy at your table. He came behind you, watching your cauldron. It was buzzing and frizzing. He admired the colour and watched you cut with precision. Your back startled when you felt his hand pat your back twice. Was that just a compliment that you received? Professor Snape then went to the table behind yours. He didn’t even glance at Lorenzo’s cauldron.

Lorenzo made a face out of disbelieve. At Draco’s cauldron he hummed poorly. When he came to Theodore’s cauldron he looked inside. – “It seems you have competition Mister Nott.” – he simply said taking his leave. Theodore’s gaze went up right up to you. You felt him stare at your back, making you turn around to wave teasingly at him.

Theodore pressed his fist onto the table as it trembled with rage. There was no way that someone did better than him at potions. He was the best of the class. You turned back to the front to finish your potion. When class ended Professor Snape announced 10 points to you for your excellent brewing. – “Oh Salazar.” – Lorenzo whispered to Theodore, seeing how clenched his expression is. Theodore didn’t like one bit of it. You felt euphoric.

It felt good to have out-bested Theodore. You were still packing up when everyone else was leaving. Theodore motioned with his head to his friends that they should go on without him. Outside the dungeons he waited. Back against the cold stones by a torch. You walked out startled by Theodore who had removed himself from against the wall. He came walking in front of you, making you back away.

Doing a little turn you ended up against the wall. Theodore slapped his hand hard against the wall above your head. – “What do you think you are doing Y/l/n?” – he asked rudely. It took you a second to turn that shocked expression of yours into a teasing smile. – “Is it getting cold underneath your feet?” – you teased playing with his shirt.

Theodore grabbed your hand, pulling it firm down. – “You got lucky this time, but it won’t last forever.” – he replied. You tilted your head slightly. – “Do you want to test it?” – you whispered to him to taunt him. Theodore hardened his expression with a glare. – “That position is mine!” – he made clear. – “Are we desperate for a praise from Snape?” – you answered making him grab you by the throat.

His wand pointing down at you. You glanced to the side to his wand, smiling. – “So sensitive.” – you said. Theodore pushed himself off you with a groan. – “Final warning Y/l/n!” – he made clear with a firm point. He walked off needing to cool down as he had worked himself up over a silly thing.

Yet potions was his thing. He excelled in it and hated that he had competition. You exhaled deep looking around if anyone had seen any of that. Adjusting your tie, you took off. Who know Theodore Nott had such a temper. He for sure had a hidden personage.

The next moment you found yourself at the library. Picking out every book about potions. Thin books, thick books, over-used books and perfectly fitted books. You took them all. Carrying them in your hands, piled up that you couldn’t see in front of you anymore. With some directions from some fellow students and your own memory of the hallways, you found your way to the great hall. – “Oh my Merlin.” – one of your friends said at you arriving with the books.

The girl beside her gawking at the books you were carrying. You let them drop onto the table with a hard thud. It echoed so loud it made bystanders turn to look. You exhaled loud setting your hand on the pile. Your friend having laid her head down to read side-ways. – “Are those…” – she questioned as you hummed loud. – “Potion books.” – you filled in.

“You are one crazy girl.” – she blew off with a shake. You shrugged your shoulder. – “Someone doesn’t feel so satisfied with your findings.” – the girl beside your friend said nudging behind you. You turned your head seeing Theodore Nott glare at you. His wand trembling in his clenched hand. It made you laugh loud. – “Like I give one fig about Nott.”

You had turned back around opening the top book to look through the pages. You furrowed your brows hearing your friend clear her throat in a warning way. Her eyes wide with fright trying to hint something to you. Before you knew it had he approached you. You felt his presence behind you. Close and firm. His arm went around your body to the stack of books. – “Studying to get on my level?” – he teased flicking the first book off the pile.

Your friend moved her hands back just in time before it would drop on her fingers. You turned round with a witty smile. – “Are you feeling nervous Nott? Afraid you might have some competition?” – you replied pulling his tie from underneath the sweater. He scoffed loud. – “You are cute thinking you are as good as me.” – he answered smug touching your nose. You laughed once. – “Do you feel threatened?” – You grabbed for his stomach, tickling him just for funs.

Theodore jumped back, squirming away from your teasing hands. – “Back off Y/l/n!” – he shouted. Out of angriness he toggled the pile of books over just to piss you off. Your friend squeaked loud catching a book that nearly attacked her. – “Oh real mature Nott!” – you shouted at him when he had walked off. You puffed loud sitting down. – “Maybe you need to tone it a bit down.”

Over a month you had been rivalling with Theodore. Competing for ultimate praising. It was like a drug. Constantly needing more and wanting it faster. You were anticipating the moment you would see him again. The teasing getting out of hand. Sometimes physical, sometimes verbal, most mostly full of hotness.

There was something about Theodore’s determination that drove you wild. There must be something in you driving him wild as you noticed more often the way he looked at you. A deep desire he seemed to be battling inside of him. Whenever you looked in those eyes it felt like he was about to grab your face and kiss you till you no longer could breath.

You were tripling to keep yourself warm. Theodore looking your way with a scoff and a role of his eyes. Pansy stood by his side, arms crossed as she glared at you. –“Now I want you to all get on your brooms.” – madam Hooch ordered. You swung your leg over it, holding the broom tight. All of you rose a few inches from the ground. – “How you doing prodigy?” – Pansy laughed out. – “Don’t call me that!” – you snapped back at her with a glare.

Pansy kept laughing seeing as you were focusing hard to not fall from your broom. – “Watch this.” – she said to Theodore. Theodore hummed confused, not listening very much to her. Pansy moved her head to the side, covering a bit of her mouth while whispering something. You shrieked loud feeling your broom go higher. Madam Hooch staring confused at you. – “Miss Y/l/n where are you going?” – she asked.

“Ascend immediately!” – she ordered pointing firmly down. – “I…I can’t Madam Hooch.” – you answered followed by a scream. Your broom did a swift move to the right nearly making you fall of your broom. You held on tight when the broom rolled, spinning you upside down. – “Y/l/n come down now!” – Madam Hooch repeated. – “I’m not controlling it!” – you cried out as the broom flew up high with you. Theodore turned his head to Pansy hearing her laugh loud.

“That will teach her.” – she said sharing a high five with Lorenzo on her other side. – “You cursed her broom?!” – Theodore called out feeling his grip tighten around the wood. You were tumbling and diving in the air without control. Being flung from left to right as you nearly got knocked off. Theodore clenched his jaw wanting to kick Pansy off her broom. He withheld himself seeing you get knocked off your broom, hanging on by just one hand.

Feet dangling up in the air. It made him gasp loud. – “Mister Nott!” – Madam Hooch called out as he zoomed past her. He flew up to you within a matter of seconds. The broom still swaying from side to side to get you off. You kept holding on tight, legs kicking in the air. – “Y/n let go!” – Theodore called out. – “Are you insane!” – you shouted back at him. – “Just do as I say!” – he yelled getting angry that you weren’t doing what he wanted you to do.

Then snap. A drop. Your hand had let go of the broom as you started falling. Theodore flew down after you, grabbing you by your wrist, pulling his broom to a stop. Panting loud as he looked down at you dangling underneath his broom. Only holding you by your wrist. He slowly descended with you. Your feet touched the ground as he let go of you, getting of his broom.

He threw his broom aside grabbing you firm by your shoulders. – “Are you alright? Are you hurt?” – he asked checking you for any harm. – “I’m fine!” – you answered still a bit shaken. – “How… how did this happen? I didn’t do anything.” – you told him. – “Did you curse my broom? Felt the heat underneath your feet?” – you asked as Theodore shook his head bothered. He pulled at your hand, spinning you round up till your back hit his chest.

His hand moved around your waist up to your stomach. – “If I wanted to toss you around I would do it in another way.” – he whispered by your ear. You gasped when you felt him give your side a teasing squeeze. – “It was Pansy.” – he spilled glaring at her from over your shoulder. You hummed intrigued. – “Didn’t think you cared Theodore.” – you told him with a smile. Theodore spun you back around, looking all smug at you.

“I’d have no competition if you are in the infirmary.” – he said touching your chin back with a touch of his finger. Theodore took a step back when Madam Hooch approached. – “Are you alright?” – she asked touching your shoulder. You hummed loud with a nod. – “Thank Merlin Mister Nott was there to catch you.” – she glanced at Theodore. – “What can I say, I can’t resist getting a point ahead of you.” – he said throwing a teasing wink at you.

“Let’s get you checked out.” – Madam Hooch said half turning you away from him. – “Expect my revenge to be sweet.” – you called out to him. - “Aww how you know me Y/n!” – he shouted back pressing his hands against his heart. Turning your head you stuck your tongue out to him. Theodore smiling as he watched you get guided inside.

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[youresodarkbabe]

in an opium haze (a. turner x reader)

smut.

warnings: sub!puppy!al, mommy kink-ish?, slight somno, cockwarming mention

word count: 1.1k

dedicated to @aacheinthejaw and @psychedelicrocker xx

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you were coming home late from work. you didn't get the chance to warn alex about this, so he just sat there, dinner growing colder and colder by the minute.

you unlock your apartment door and see alex sitting on the sofa, trying to stay awake for you. your eyes flicker to the clock above the TV.

it was well past eleven, your poor boy was probably exhausted. you knew how hectic his schedule had been, so of course you didn't deny when he said he wanted to organize a cute dinner date for the two of you.

you shut the door behind you and tiptoe inside, popping in the kitchen and putting the food away, not feeling that hungry. you walk past alex and go straight to your bedroom and get changed into something comfortable. alex's red turtleneck and black sweats fit the bill.

you sit down next to him, making him temporarily snap out of his sleepiness. "hi, baby," he says as he turns slightly towards you, pulling you onto his waist and burying his head in the crook of your neck, leaving kisses there.

you're fine with it until you hear soft snores.

"al..?"

he whines slowly and his grip on you tightens. "'m so tired, love, i just need a lil nap." he nuzzles deeper into you, pulling you flush against him, loving the way your fingers massage his scalp. his eyes open slightly as he pulls away to take you in and they widen when he realises what you're wearing.

"'s that mine, petal?", he asks with a look of playful confusion laced with his ever-present tiredness.

you nod sheepishly.

"maybe."

alex pulls you close and gives you what you had been craving the whole day. he kisses you gently, even this gesture from his half-asleep state feels wildly romantic to you. why? because it's him. he's yours and nothing can change that.

"you look gorgeous. so fuckin' perfect," he mumbles against your lips, taking note of how your legs closed around his waist and how one of your hands began to roam downwards, stroking his jaw, giving his neck a slight squeeze, running over his chest and finally settling over the slight tent in his grey sweatpants.

the tips of your fingers linger over the bulge as he looks up at you pleadingly through his half-lidded eyes and hair that fell onto his face thanks to your playing. his hips buck into your hands as he whimpers softly. "please, momma, don't tease, i've been so good, so, so good,", he trails off into a moan as you let him grind into your palm.

you pull his cock out of his sweats and look at it, almost in awe. you had seen it a lot before, but with every time, it was like the first. he was throbbing red and leaking, making a mess of his t-shirt.

"momma..?"

he asks weakly as you stroke him, his back arching into you as your finger grazes over his tip.

"yeah, puppy? what can i do for you, angel?"

alex looks at you like you're a painting. you had always looked like a painting to him, especially in intimate situations. seeing you present yourself to him completely, not even hesistating, never failed to warm his heart despite the filth the two of you were probably getting up to.

you continue your dainty actions as you climb off his lap and settle on the floor in between his legs.

"c'mon, al, talk to me."

you lick a stripe up his length, from the base til the tip and wrap your lips around it, sucking softly making him groan and his head fall back. you look up at him, moaning around his tip slightly as you see how some of his hair sticks to his slightly wet forehead as he takes deep breaths to regain his composure to talk to you.

"momma, 'm too tired," he manages to get out, and despite this, his hand moves to your head to try and ease more of himself into your mouth and happily comply. you take him as deep as you can, trying not to gag, and hollow out your cheeks and pull off with a pop.

"don't worry about it, puppy, don't worry about a thing. rest your pretty little head, momma's got you, i'll take good care of you, promise."

alex nods, shutting his eyes and you ease out your gestures, letting him fall asleep, keeping that same gentle pace when you hear those quiet snores again. you smile at him, his mouth open slightly, his back still arched as you continue to love on his cock. he grazes the back of your throat ever so slightly and you pull off with watery eyes and decide to stick with kissing it and focusing on his tip, letting your hands do a majority of the work for you. alex's hips thrust into your hand again as expletives and whimpers flow from his slightly open mouth.

"fuck, momma, god—"

he moans your name loudly, eyes closing tightly as he cums all over your face and hand. you try and get as much of it in your mouth as you can and you lick the rest off of him. you let go of his now limp cock and watch how it rests against his trousers and you place a small kiss to it, taking it into your mouth once more and playing with it until he's hard again.

"momma, what are you doing?", he mumbles, his voice hoarse from partly from how loud he was when he came and also from him being half asleep.

"don't worry about it, baby," you say, sliding your sweats off along with your panties. you straddle alex and he grabs your hips tightly before you can do anything.

"momma, please, i can't, 'm so tired—"

you tug on his long hair slightly, leaving kisses all over his neck and one under his ear and you whisper into it.

"i just wanna keep you warm, pup."

you sink onto him, hissing at the stretch and how perfectly he filled you up, alex's hands dig into your waist as you take him fully.

"so wet, momma, you're soaked."

he looks at you for approval before slipping his hands under your (his) turtleneck and cupping your tits. with your help, he slides the garment off, leaving you bare for him.

he mumbles something about how perfect you look and starts kissing down your chest, taking one of your nipples into his mouth and sucking on it gently, eyes shut tightly as he focuses on you completely. his other hand moves down to your clit and flicks at it every now and then until you grab his wrist and stop him.

"what happened to being tired, baby?"

alex releases your nipple and looks up at you, his hair restricting his view slightly.

"oh, fuck that."

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#alex turner fanfic #alex turner smut #alex turner x reader #alex turner x you #alex turner x fem!reader #humbug era smut #alex turner fic #smut #youresodarkbabe #cookie cooks

[xzhdjsj]

Alex x Reader

Alex meets you again after years (his pov)

Here's a little something I wrote while procrastinating the Zaros fic and request I'm currently working on💀

ENJOY‼️

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Life in New York was all I’ve ever wanted; one major decision that changed the trajectory of my career path for the best it could ever be. But something was missing, New York just wasn’t home. My parents visited and my friends called but the loneliness was inevitable.

The collection of memories I held close to my heart had sufficed for more than a decade but I just couldn’t stay in some place, where I was all alone, anymore. Besides I had made enough money to restart a comfortable life back home, so I did just that. I moved back to England. 

Initially I didn’t take any of the job offers I got, I needed the time to reconnect with the people I left. I was able to catch up with friends and colleagues, but not everyone stayed in one place. People move and change, start afresh and continue living. Maybe I should do the same.

I also couldn’t stay unemployed forever, so I decided to reopen a studio. It was nostalgic for sure, although I had no one to share the happiness with this time. Given my much improved resume, work was a bigger hit than it ever was and soon I found myself shooting for big companies and events.

Like the one I’m currently photographing. Some huge law firm hosted their annual anniversary celebration and hired me to capture important moments throughout the night. It was a lively event, a rich and deluxe atmosphere that I sure as hell did not fit into. 

“Mister? Why do you look so worried?”, I hear a small voice, then  felt a tug on the leg on my pants.

“Ah well hello there, who might you be?”, I squat to face the small child in front of me. 

“Allison sir! But you can call me Allie!”

“Allie huh? That’s a cute name, I’m Alex”

“All my friends call me Allie! Nice to meet you Mr. Alex.”

“Really?”, I raise an eyebrow and she nods, “So does that mean we’re friends now?”

“It does!”

I take her little hand in mine for a handshake and she giggles.

“I’m hereeee!” Allison legs go of my hand and runs towards the voice as I get back on my feet.

“We’ll at least I have a friend here ton-”

“Allison? Honey where are you?”, a worried voice comes from behind Allison, a familiar voice.

“Allie I told you not to sneak off like that, I was worried.”, the familiar voice continues, gentle and soft as I remember it.

“It’s okay,” Allison drags the owner of the voice over to where I’m stationed. “Look I made a friend!”

“Oh really? Well let’s meet the... m”

I couldn’t hold eye contact. Not after how abruptly I left them so many years ago.

“Alex, its... its good to see you again” their voice still as soft as ever, delicate like flower’s petal.

“Meet Mr. Alex!”

“Name, hi”, I start off, a weak start even for me.

“Oh? You know Mr. Alex?”, Allison chimes in.

“Yes Al, Mr. Alex and I were... friends when we were younger.”

“friends”

None of this should bother me, a child shouldn’t need to know of our history together.

“Alex, this is Allison, my daughter.” 

“my daughter”

Except it does bother me. It bothers me a lot actually.

“We’ve already met!”, Allison’s voice rings in again.

“It’s nice seeing you too, Allison has quite the charm.” I forced out.

“Right, I’m sorry sweetie.” they laugh with Allison. 

“I knew it, I definitely remembered your eyes from somewhere.”, I reach down to pinch Allison’s cheek.

“Yes, I get that very often. I didn’t you were back, I thought you’d stayed in New York for good.” they smile. 

God, I miss that smile.

“Thank you”

“Hahaha I just missed home. I didn’t feel like being away any longer.”

“Ah I see. Well then welcome back.”

There was nothing else to be said, and the silence could eat me whole.

“I’ll get going now, I hope you have fun tonight.”, they broke the silence.

“Yeah, you too.”

I watch as Allison holds onto their hand walking back to the middle of the room. My chest burns, it burns so much I feel like I might throw up but I keep watching them. I watch as they approach a man wearing a suit, who turns around and lifts Allison in his arms. His other arm wraps around their body and he kisses their forehead. I couldn’t take it anymore; I couldn’t watch anymore. I promptly excused myself, running to the bathroom. My throat clenched and I threw up. I must’ve stayed there for at least an hour. I cried and cried, more than I’ve ever cried even when we broke up. 

I couldn’t help it. I kept thinking, that could’ve been me. I could’ve been the one holding a child that was ours and comforting them when they needed it. I wouldn’t be photographing anyone else tonight, I’d be beside them holding them and kissing them.

IT COULD’VE BEEN ME. IT SHOULD’VE BEEN ME. WE COULD’VE HAD IT ALL.

Could’ve, would’ve, I left… so we didn’t. 

#zsakuva #sakuverse #asmr #alex #id pay money to see him cry and throw up from regret #this kinda reminds me of rolling in the deep by adele

[gamma-rae-bursts]

Persuasion

Pairing: Alex Blake x Fem!Reader

Warnings: slight alcohol consumption ig

Genre: pure fluff

Word Count: 1800+

A/N: Last day of the bingo!! This fic covers the "flower petals" square. For the purpose of this fic Ethan is alive and well, Alex deserves to be happy. Absolutely UNEDITED. Enjoy!

It was going to be perfect; you had no doubts about it. 

You’ve spent weeks planning this evening, making sure everything would go according to the plan and it just so happened that the universe aligned itself with your plans. Alex didn’t get called away on another case, promising you she’d return home right when her workday was over. Ethan was spending the week with his dad, and although you’d love nothing more than having the little boy included in this special moment, knowing him well enough you were sure he wouldn’t be able to contain his excitement and keep the secret. He was 8 after all.

It was your day off at Georgetown. Most Fridays you opted to work from home as you didn’t teach any classes, but this time you took an extra precaution of actually booking the day off to make sure you didn’t get called in any meetings with your students.

The morning was reserved for a trip to the farmer’s market. You picked up a few ingredients necessary for the dinner you have planned. A few aubergines, butternut squash, asparagus and fresh strawberries, the rest could be found at home. You were walking down the busy alleys, the sun shining through the clouds filled the city with warmth unusual for this time of year, but you didn’t complain, stopping by another stand to pick out a gorgeous assortment of red, white and pink peonies, one of Alex’s favourite flowers. 

Strolling down the streets of Washington DC, you made a few more stops on your way home. 

You stopped by a frequented by you and Alex wine cellar, picking up a few bottles of Pinot Noir, after asking the seller countless number of times whether he’s absolutely certain that the wine will pair well with the dinner you have planned.

The last stop was Cartier, were you finally got to pick up the ring you customised a few weeks prior. The golden band was adorned with diamonds, a beautiful tear-shaped stone in the middle. It was pretty simple, classy for that matter, and in your opinion absolutely perfect for Alex.

You made your way back home, after unpacking the shopping you immediately got to work. You pulled out all the decorations you have stashed them deep inside your closet when Alex was away on cases, starting with setting the table, a white tablecloth covered the wooden furniture, flowing off of the edges just right. You put a set of golden candle holders in the middle, placing the candles in their corresponding spots. You attached a few strings of warm lights to the window curtains, hoping they would enhance the atmosphere of the evening. 

After that, you finally got to assembling the peony bouquets, taking out a few flowers to lay them on the table. The rest went into decorative vases you placed in the vicinity of the table, replacing previously given to you by your girlfriend irises. Although as a result of time (and your forgetfulness when it came to keeping flowers alive), the bouquets were rather dried out, you didn’t throw them away, but moved them to your bedroom. For an unknown to you reason Alex was adamant on keeping them until they were fully dry, then getting rid of them herself.

After the whole setup was finished, you started with preparing the main course: Butternut Squash Ravioli with Seared Chicken, handmaking the pasta that was to be filled with a butternut squash and ricotta filling, a recipe Rossi provided you with after your endless begging and pleading for it. When the raviolis were done (you did check with the Italian man whether the pasta was properly shaped), ready to be cooked right before the linguists planned arrival, you set them aside to start working on the dessert, cheesecake filled strawberries. You set those aside in the fridge and with a little time to spare you got to making the starter, an Aubergine Tartar. 

With all the food either ready or ready to be cooked when the time comes, you started on getting yourself ready. You took a quick shower, after which, feeling refreshed and ready, you got to putting your makeup on. You decided on a natural eyeshadow, enhanced by your eyeliner and red lipstick. The clothing of your choice was a little black dress, one of Alex’s favourites, one that hugged your curves perfectly in all the right places. You put on a pair of black heels, a pearl necklace and matching to it earrings. 

Looking at the time, you were certain the linguist might walk through the door any minute now, so you rushed to light up the candles and turn on the window lights, dimming all other lighting in the room. You put on Alex’s favourite playlist, one full of classics, setting the atmosphere perfect for what was about to come.

The last thing to be done was placing the ring in a case you prepared yourself. You opted for something more personalised than a simple box. You got one of Alex’s favourite novels, the one she would never admit is one of her favourites, Persuasion by Jane Austen. You carefully cut a heart shape through the pages up to page 148, where you highlighted the words “I”, “love” and “you” and hung the ring on a piece of ribbon so that it would sit amongst the highlighted text, although now thinking about it you were worried that you might give her a heart attack, so you made a mental note to reassure the brunette that her beloved copy is still safe and sound on her bookshelf. You decorated the book with a red ribbon, tying in in a perfect bow that sat right in the centre of the cover.

You placed the book on the table next to the couch, making it easy to reach when the moment for you to gift it to your hopefully soon-to-be fiancé would come. 

Just as you were done setting everything up you heard the familiar sound of clattering keys outside of your apartment. You quickly rushed away from the small table, heading towards the kitchen. Just as Alex entered the apartment you managed to open the wine you purchased earlier today and pour some for the two of you, leaving the glasses on the kitchen island.

“Welcome home.” you said heading towards the older woman. God was she ever so beautiful, you must admit you had a soft spot for all her suits, and despite the tiring workday behind her she still looked as stunning as ever. 

She softly smiled at you, taking her coat and shoes off before heading deeper into the apartment. You placed a gentle kiss on her cheek before taking her hand in yours

“Is there something I’m forgetting?” she questioned taking in the surroundings, the room was lit by the dimmed light coming from the fairy lights hung on the curtains, accompanied by the warm light of the candles. “I’m pretty sure our anniversary isn’t until February?”

“Can’t a girl treat her girlfriend to a nice dinner after a long day at work?” you replied with a sly smile, picking up the wine glasses and handing one to Alex.

“I guess she can.” The linguist replied, placing a kiss on your cheek.

“Come, you relax and I’ll have the food plated.”

Alex did just as you asked, taking a seat at the table, you served the starter and took your seat as well. The two of you chatted over the food, Alex catching you up on all the recent cases as well as the typical BAU “drama”. You laughed together while you served her the main course, now definitely knowing you’ve fully exposed your cooking skills and there was no way back. 

“I have a feeling there is more to this than just an after-work dinner?” she asked with a smile plastered across her face.

“You’d be right about that my love.” You giggled as you stood up from your seat. “Seen right through me, wouldn’t expect any less from a profiler.” You added with a grin, walking towards the little table the novel was resting on. You took the book in your hands, heading back towards the linguist who was still sitting at the table. “I got you a little something,”

She took the book in her hands, carefully examining the cover, tracing her fingers over the indented feathers scattered across it. She gently untied the ribbon, taking in the beauty of the limited edition of the novel when she whispered “How did you find it?”

“I have my sources.” you replied with the utmost adoration for the woman sitting in front of you. “I think you should open it.”

Alex did just as you asked, her eyes widening at what was hidden inside. “I-… are you-“ She looked up from the book to see you down on one knee right in front of her. 

“Alex Blake, will you marry me?” 

“Oh my god.” she whispered, still not fully believing what was happening. “Yes, god yes!” she added, cupping your cheeks in her hands and placing one of the softest yet most passionate kisses on your lips. 

You giggled into the kiss, wrapping your arms around her waist and pulling her even closer to you. When you finally pulled away you could see her eyes glistening with tears of happiness, you untangled the ring from the ribbon that was holding it, sliding it onto her finger. 

She carefully wiped the stray tears that escaped her eyes, her face still painted with that beautiful smile of hers, when she spoke again. “Give me one moment.” Alex said before she ran off to your bedroom. 

The woman came back holding what looked like a glass vase filled with something you couldn’t quite recognise and a little black box. She walked up to you, setting the items on the table in front of you.

Looking up at you, she took one of your hands into her embrace. “I um… These are the petals from all the flowers we’ve ever gotten for each other, you’ve been always asking me why I’m so adamant on getting rid of them myself so I think it’s time to give you an answer now.” The older woman chuckled slightly as she kept explaining. “From our first date I knew I want to spend the rest of my life with you, I thought this will be a nice addition, the petals representing the whole length of our relationship being thrown down as we walk down the aisle.”

“Alex… I-“ it was time for you to start tearing up, the smile not leaving your face.

“Now I know you beat me to it,” she whispered, picking up the small black box off the table “But will you marry me?” 

The tears were now freely falling down your cheeks as you looked in her beautiful hazel eyes. “God, you know I will!” 

It was now Alex’s turn to slide the ring onto your finger. Although this wasn’t exactly the turn of events you expected you couldn’t be happier. You get to spend the rest of your life with her by your side after all.

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[eclipsedzs]

can u do quackity doing a video with short hispanic reader?

SORRY IF ITS TOO MUCH TO ASK FOR

have a nice day and stay hydrated ❤️

𝗗𝘂𝗺𝗯 𝗩𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗼

𝗘𝗖𝗟𝗜𝗣𝗦𝗘𝗗 ▰▰▰▱▱▱ Volume: Quackity

Genre: ✓

Paring: Quackity x Fem!Reader

Summary: Irl Mario Cart with your boyfriend- Alex and best friend- John Smith.

Disclaimer(s): Cursing, Google Translated Spanish (Sorry D:) (sorry if it’s not good, got to get back into the grove of writing)

♫ ― ♫

YOUR FOOT RESTED snuggly on the small petals of the cart you sat in, phone snugly in your hand as you awaited your boyfriend to finish fiddling with his camera.

John, who was parked next to you, played on his phone- his tongue slightly out as he concentrated on his game.

Looking to him as you whip hair that stuck to your face from the window. “Qué juego estás jugando?” You ask, raising a brow as you peak to his phone. (What game are you playing?)

“Un estúpido juego lleno de anuncios.” He clicks his tongue, his hand pressing on the power off button with a click. (A stupid Game full of ads)

“¿El de los tacones altos?” You pondered- glancing over and pausing once you saw the subtle wave of Alex’s hand, alerting you of your needed entrance. (The one with the high heels?)

“Oh, Alex nos necesita ahora.” You wave your hand to Alex, alerting him you noticed it. You looked to John, indicating him to go first.

“Seré su en un segundo.” You ramble, nodding him to Alex. With a quick message of your phone you quickly sped to get caught up with the men who decided to race.

♫ ― ♫

“YEAH JOHN SMITH, i’m so happy.” The sound of Alex knocked you from you small debate with John, who was currently trying to steal a sparkly american type hat from your head.

“¡Ojo! Vete a la mierda." You cursed at him, grabbing the hat. Your eyes caught Quackitys, well at least as much as they could from his sunglasses.

Alex smiled softly at you for a moment, a clear blush on his cheeks. You watched as he bent over slightly to the side, grabbing something from the bag of items you and him had gotten a couple days ago.

“You know what else, i got somthing for you.” In his hands he held a big, plastic baby bottle in his hands.

“You big, Fucking baby.” He held back a laugh while handing it to the bearded man. You held back a laugh, leaning forward slightly on the wheel.

“You complain about everything ever John smith.” Quackity glanced at the camera and smirks. “You come in here and try to steal my girlfriends glittery hat.” He laughs, trying to stay serious.

John Gasps, holding the baby bottle for a moment before throwing it at you. “Bro!” You laughed- eyes closing as you gasped for air slightly. The mix of funniness were catching up to you.

♫ ― ♫

YOUR HAND STRETCHED OUT, grasping into the warm one of your boyfriends as you drove down the long curvy path. His giggles filled your ears as he held onto you.

Him and John were laughing, going on and on about that you guys were the new fast and furious.

Gasping when a pole was in the way you let go of Alex’s hand- laughing when he immediately started whining.

“Hold on you baby.” You laughed, though it was funny to watch his reaction when you purposefully stayed away from him.

You stuck your tongue out at him- watching his mouth open wide as if you just murdered his whole family.

Laughing you blew him a small kiss, speeding off to win the race.

#quackity imagine #quackity #mcyt #dsmp #quackity x reader #quackity x you #quackity x y/n #youtube #john smith #twitch #imagine

[megmischief]

Alex x AFAB Reader - Bathtime

M RATED - Purely for the fact they're in a bath together. Extreme fluff, though :3 Slight discussion of parent-related trauma.

Grabbing your hand, Alex pulled you into the small farmhouse bathroom. "So...heres my surprise for my beautiful wife." He giggles, looking immensely proud of himself.

You can't help but look around the room in awe of his attention to detail. Petals lead their way to the bath, which is lit by nothing other than candles. He has put your favourite candyfloss scented bath bomb in which adds to the ambience further. "Alex..." You look up at your husband, feeling a little flustered. "Thank you so much..."

Giggling, Alex pulls you into a gentle kiss. "Well, it's the least I can do after you've been working on the farm all day! You barely take a day off as it is... and I feel kinda guilty staying home all day while you earn the money..." He scratches the back of his head, clearly feeling a sense of culpability.

"Honey, you don't have to feel bad about that. The farm is my inheritance and passion. I enjoy what I do. Even if it is a little tiring!" You laugh, kissing your husband's cheek.

Pulling you into a warm embrace, Alex rests his chin on top of your head. "Well, if you say so... But I will always try my best to help in any way I can. Except Sundays." He giggles, teasing you. "That's reserved for gridball!"

You can't help but laugh at the himbo before you. "Wow, okay then. I'll remember that!"

You both giggle, feeling the amusement of your cheeky husband.

"Well, get in before it gets cold, my love." Alex pulls you into a gentle kiss.

"Mmm... Okay." Smiling up at Alex, you begin removing his shirt.

Alex, clearly confused questions your intentions. "Darling, what are you doing?"

You kiss his cheek gently. "I've been working on the farm alone all day. I want to spend some time with my husband."

"Okay..." A rush of crimson fills Alex's cheeks. He begins slowly removing your clothes, leaving you both fully exposed. Even though you were married, you hadn't been married long, and farm work meant you couldn't see each other in this way often.

Gently holding Alex's large, rough hands, you step into the bath. Alex swiftly follows, laying himself down with his back against the edge of the large clawfoot tub. You follow, laying your back against his chest. The warmth of the water and your husband's arms envelopes you.

"Wow..." You sigh. "I haven't felt this relaxed in so long..."

Sighing back, Alex runs his fingers up to your shoulders. "How about a massage to ease the tension from farmwork?"

"Mmm...that'd be really nice..." You can't help but feel yourself blush as Alex's hands begin rubbing circles into your tense shoulders.

"You know...I've always wanted to tell you something..."

You lean back into your husbands chest, looking up at him.

"I really am thankful to have you...Like...its kinda hard getting used to being a house-husband and all that... but I really enjoy it. You make me feel like I belong, and you... you're always there for me on my bad days..." Alex looks down, clearly feeling emotional.

You turn around instantly, enveloping Alex into a tight hug. "My love, I will always be there for you. Trauma doesn't go away. Even I know that. You're my husband, and I want to make your life as bright and happy as I can... That's why I do what I do... I want to ease the pressure..."

Hugging you back as tightly as he possibly can, Alex nuzzles into your neck. Despite having wet skin from the bath water, you are still able to feel a few stray tears trickling down your neck. "Hey..." You cup Alex's face in your hands, forcing him to look you in the eyes. "I've got you... you know that, right?"

Alex lets out a few more stray tears, nodding. "I know, my love...and the same goes for you." Pulling you into a passionate kiss, Alex holds you tightly. "Never leave me..." He whispers into your ear.

"Mmm..." You nod. "I'm never leaving you... As a matter of fact... there's something I've been meaning to tell you..." You rest your forehead on Alex's, looking into the brunettes eyes, as you gently place his hand on your stomach.

Alex looks at you, clearly confused and worried. "You have a tummy ache?! Want me to go get you some pain meds?!"

You can't help but erupt with laughter. "No, you moron!" You jokingly flick your husband's forehead. "I'm pregnant!!"

Alex's eyes fill with light as a big, cheesey grin appears. "Y-you...what?! And I'm the dad?!"

Your laughter only increases. "Of course you are. Who else would it be?!"

Sheepishly, your husband responds. "Well...I dont know." He giggles. "Yoba...I'm going to be a dad."

You giggle, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. "Mhmm. And you'll be the best daddy around."

Alex's tears flow once more, however, this time with happiness. "I love you so so much...I promise...I will give our baby the best childhood possible...I also promise that our baby will kick the other's asses on the gridball field!" Alex laughs, holding you so tightly as if he never wanted to let you go.

You chuckle, wiping away his tears. "I know, my love. I love you too..."

You spent the rest of the evening enjoying each other's company, listening to the soft music Alex had began playing. You both felt an overwhelming sense of love and belonging as the little one you were expecting brought a sense of hope and excitement into your lives.

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[chxrrylime]

as a soldier should i’ve got you covered 🫡

alex and husband reader spend a loving and romantic night together, let’s say reader is a special forces operative and just got off a hard mission so alex absolutely spoils him, candlelit love making (bottom reader) followed by a rose petal, candlelit bath where he just cuddles reader in front of him 🥹🤌🏽 just alex being totally and utterly in love w his hubby? 🧎🏽

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Thank youuu so much. Just was feeling some sappy angsty vibes last night and this helped me channel that ♥ Sending kisses.

Alex x M!Reader ↪ 2055 words — 18+ / SMUT & ANGST.

Content tags — cis male submissive reader, cis male dominant Alex, referenced/implied post-traumatic stress disorder, minor subspace, unsafe sex, crying, blindfolds, referenced/implied injury, established relationship, penetrative sex, anal sex, fingering, stress relief, massages, dinner, candles, and hot baths. 

You had to remember to thank Price when you got back from leave. The bastard had gotten in contact with Alex post-mission and told him the bits he was permitted to share—mostly the bits that meant you were a stressed, exhausted, and miserable ball of anxiety. 

Price knew you well. Well enough to know you wouldn’t tell Alex, because as much as Alex encouraged you to share—two people that understand each other’s lives and professions and how the two entangle—it was hard not to feel like you were only weighing him down.

And so you were mad at first, when you came home and instead of takeout like usual it was a nice home cooked dinner that Alex had obviously spent hours preparing, making most things from scratch. Both of your pensions for fast food meant you often forgot how good of a cook Alex was.

After some digging Alex had finally admitted that Price reached out. It felt a little like meddling, yes, but after Alex had set your plate and cuddled up close to you in a neighboring barstool to borderline spoon feed you half of it, kissing your cheeks and hairline sweetly, you’d slowly relaxed into it, realizing this was probably for the best.

“Hey,” Alex murmurs, rounding the counter. His hands are slightly damp from washing the dishes when they rest on your forearms, rubbing up and down, “trust me?”

“‘Course,” you breathe, giving him a tired smile that doesn’t hold for long. 

He moves to stand behind you, hands tracing up your arms, stopping at your shoulders to press into the muscles there, massaging the aching tissue. You groan, arching back into his touch as his lean, strong fingers work out the knots and kinks.

He finally pulls his hands away, returning to bring a strip of cloth into your vision. A blindfold. He’s delicate as he wraps it around your head, tying it carefully but snug. His nails trail down your spine, making you shiver.

“Still good?” He checks in. You nod and he hums, wrapping his arms around you, kissing your neck as he turns you in your stool, slipping an arm under the crook of your knees to haul you into his arms bridal style.

“Jesus Christ!” You choke, clinging to his shoulders, pressing your face to the crook of his neck, breathing in his aftershave.

He chuckles, squeezing you tighter to his chest. 

The walk is short but peaceful, and you nearly doze off against his warm, strong body, surrounded by the comforting scent of him and the sound of wood creaking beneath his feet.

You cling to him even as he tries to set you down on the bed and he laughs, placing his hands over yours gripping at his shoulder. 

“Just for a minute, c’mon,” he urges, the smile in his voice evident.

You release him with a pout, hearing heightened as you hone in on his movements throughout the room.

You hear the soft clicking of a lighter, followed not soon after by the smokey smell of eucalyptus. You breathe in slow and steady, trying to let yourself relax against the soft bedding. 

Despite your best efforts, the lack of sight, the envelopment of the darkness gives way for your imagination. The sounds of gunfire and yelling, the feeling of mud and blood indistinguishably caked onto your skin and gear. The immense amount of ache in your bones, the sharp pain in your brain as Soap had barely managed to drag you into cover when you’d finally collapsed from blood loss. 

You startle when you feel hands on you again, ready to fight when Alex speaks, soothing you.

“It’s just me, just me, you’re okay,” he says quickly. You keep your hands on his wrists as he trails them from your shoulders up, not holding, just following.

He pulls the blindfold free and you blink, eyes adjusting to the dim, flickering light of the room. You first look at Alex, who’s already stripped down to his underwear, body flushed and littered in little knicks and scars. You scan the room, candles scattered about, little flames dancing across the walls. It makes you smile, followed by a bubbling laugh.

“What’s so funny?” Alex says, mock offended, big smile on his face hearing your genuine, full laugh for the first time tonight.

“You’re a romantic sap, Keller,” you grin, pulling him in for a kiss.

He laughs against your lips, humming happily.

“I’ve barely gotten started,” he murmurs, kissing you again, slow and sweet, tongue sweeping against your lower lip in a silent request.

You part your lips, feeling him lick along your tongue and teeth, making you moan softly. He manages to undo your belt, shimmying you out of your jeans but pointedly leaving your briefs on, his hands trailing up under your shirt next, groping at your chest gently before encouraging you to lift your arms to remove it

“Just trying to get laid then, huh?” You half-joke.

Alex frowns though, a genuine look of concern crossing over his face as his hands freeze on your hips.

“You don’t actually think that…” he trails off, staring at you with sad eyes.

You shrug in response. 

“It’s been a while since we’ve had time for each other,” you admit, voice soft, “just… I wouldn’t blame you. Not that you need all the fanfare to get in my pants—”

“Hey, come on,” Alex says, urging. He kisses you again, quick and chaste, cupping your cheek as he pulls back “this isn’t about me, alright? I promise. It’s about you. I know… I know things were tough on your last op and I just wanted to… remind you. That, I…”

He trails off, swallowing, his voice thick. He’s looking at the wall now beside you, and you realize his eyes are a little glassy.

“Please don’t cry,” you say, tone jokingly annoyed and petulant, though you don’t know if you could actually handle it if he did start.

“I’m okay,” he laughs wetly, “I just realized we don’t do stuff like this a lot and… I don’t show my appreciation for you enough. I mean… I know it’s kind of a mood killer but… there’s always the chance we don’t come home, y’know?”

“You don’t have to do all this, though. To show me.”

“But I want to,” he murmurs, leaning in for another kiss, this one long and deep, licking into your mouth once again, “if you’ll let me.”

Nodding, you sigh contentedly against his lips, letting him lay you back down against the bed. He trails down your torso, licking and kissing, making you squirm when he briefly sucks at your hardened nipples.

His mustache tickles your tummy, and he smiles as you wiggle from the sensation, looking up at you all beautiful and splayed out for him.

He gently hooks his thumbs in your underwear, pulling them down your thighs, down your legs and off. You let out a soft breath as your cock is freed, hard and pressed against your stomach. 

He leans back down, licking a stripe from the base of your shaft all the way to the tip before pulling it into his mouth, sucking at the swollen cockhead. You moan quietly at the feeling, the wet heat enveloping your sensitive flesh. He’s always been so skilled with his mouth, even the first time he sucked you off—having awkwardly admitted he’d never been with a man at all—he was so, so good at pleasing you, taking directions so well as he trained his throat to take you—just so eager to please.

Now he takes you with ease, holding the base of your cock, enveloping the whole of the flesh without barely a gag. He bobs his head up and down your length slowly, taking his time to pleasure you. 

He massages your balls with his freehand, feeling for when they draw up tight so he can slide his mouth off of you, making you whine, being denied your pleasure.

“Shh shh, I got you,” he coos, the soft click of a cap followed by his slick fingers teasing your hole making you pant. 

The lube quickly heats inside you, making you so, so much more sensitive, realizing quickly he’s bought warming jelly for tonight.

“Alex,” you whine, back arching, moving your hands down to tug at his hair and shoulders, “need you.”

Alex coos again, moving up your body to drape himself over you, his arm bent at an awkward angle to keep stretching you open on his nimble fingers. You wrap your arms around his torso, clinging tight to him, burying your face against the crook of his neck.

Alex can feel the warm wetness dripping against his shoulder, and knows not to say anything. 

He just holds you tight, slipping a second, then a third finger into you as you rock your hips, desperately humping down onto the digits.

“You’re okay, sweetheart,” he says. You sniffle, moaning as he slips his fingers free, hole clenching at the idea of what comes next. 

Your body shivers in anticipation, so pent up, so in need of release after the hell you’ve slogged through the past week. Need to feel Alex fill you up, make you feel whole again, like you only ever feel when you’re with him.

You feel the head of his long cock brush your hole and whine, rocking your hips down to try and take him in.

“Slow,” he chuckles, running his free hand through your hair, whispering a soft “let me make love to you.”

You moan softly, nodding as your head rolls back, feeling him slowly begin to press into you, stretching you around his pulsing girth.

“Atta boy,” he hums, “taking me so well, sweetheart. Makin’ you feel good?”

“Fuck, yes,” you groan, feeling his sharp smile against your throat as he rocks his hips, slow and steady. 

For once the pace is enough—connects to some deep yearning inside you you didn’t think you’d ever feel again, not since all the shit you’ve been through. You scratch up and down his back, making him groan and hiss, his cock twitching excitedly inside of your tight walls.

The slow drag of his length within your walls, the steady pressure tapping against your prostate, the burning hot lube has your whole body tingling, skin covered in goosebumps. You feel like you’re going to shake apart, finally from pleasure instead of anxiety. 

You moan his name over and over like a manta, hands grasping and clawing wherever they can reach. 

“Look at me, baby,” he groans, and you do, opening your eyes to stare into those piercing sky blues. They always make you feel so bare, so laid out for him to pick apart. A vulture to roadkill. 

You cry out, stomach spasming as you cum untouched, splattering between the both of your tummies and making the skin there sticky and wet. Alex borderline growls, forehead bonking against yours, those beautiful eyes slamming shut as he ruts into you two, three more times before he’s spilling into you, hot cum pumping you full.

You lay limp, a small noise of protest escaping your throat as Alex catches his breath and gently sits up. He keeps his softening cock in you for a moment, massaging at your tummy as residual twitches travel through the muscle there.

When he finally slips free you whine, and he coos a loving “I know, I know,” as he soothes you, tenderly scratching at the skin behind your ear, making you shiver and arch into the touch.

He leaves for what could be seconds or hours, though you doubt very long, brain all hazy and fucked out as he runs calloused hands over your sweaty skin. You can hear white noise coming from somewhere, and realize as he carries you into the bathroom that it’s the sound of water rushing, filling up the tub.

When he sets you into the tub you can tell he’s mixed in some sort of scented bath salts, along with little pink aromatic petals that float atop the steaming water. You moan at the relief on your sore muscles, more than happy to make room for him as he slips in behind you, holding you tight to his chest.

You eventually doze off, finally safe in his arms.

#modern warefare 2 #modern warfare #alex keller x reader #alex x reader #alex keller #mine #smut #male reader

[freegrain]

"Mia and Alex hiding in a tree" Well Petal, you might be broken but you're absolutely right

#the a list #mia x alex #i love petal x alex but mia x alex is sooooo good too

[celticcatgirl2]

“…now….you die….”

“…hey so are you feeling that weird ambiguous thing where you’re not sure you peed your pants out of fear or if you’re wet because your turned on rn?”

“…yup…are you?”

“…Yup…”

#shut up alex #personal #rwby #cinder #ruby #neopolitan #ruby rwby #neopolitan rwby #spicecream #alice rewatches rwby #cinder fall #ruby rose #trivia vanille #ruby rose rwby #cinder x neo #cinder x ruby #neo x cinder #ruby x cinder #falling petals #falling petals rwby

[lowlights]

February 15th - Dieter x gn!Reader

Happy Valentine's Day to @all-the-way-down-here !! I hope I did our boy Dieter right and gave him some well-deserved fluff.

February 15th

Dieter Bravo x gn!Reader

WC: 1.5kish

Warnings: Fluffy x 100, language, suggestive convo, a teensy bit of straddling, talk of sexy times, Dieter doing The Most, established relationship.

Summary: Dieter finds out that you've never had a proper Valentine's Day. He goes to set that right, but can Dieter do anything with moderation? Probably not.

*

“This holiday is bullshit.” 

You didn’t even stop typing to respond, more than used to Dieter’s opinionated outbursts. “Hmm?” 

Dieter flopped over dramatically on the couch next to you. “Valentine’s Day. It’s total crap, you know? Corporate crap. Like I’m supposed to spend a bunch of money on cheesy heart-shaped chocolates or diamonds? Would you even want a diamond?” 

You spared him a glance. “Do I seem like a diamond person to you?” 

“No?” 

You rolled your eyes and went back to the draft of your article. “Definitely not.” The clicking sound coming from your laptop keyboard filled the silence, although you could practically hear Dieter’s annoyed thoughts mulling around in his head. 

“So why is it such a big deal? It’s tacky as hell,” he grumbled. 

“I suppose,” you murmured. 

Dieter poked at your thigh with one socked foot. “Surely what’s his name did something stupid for Valentine’s Day? Or what about what’s their face? Alex?” 

You shook your head no, much to Dieter’s surprise. “I started dating Alex in March and it was over by Christmas. As for what's his name,” you said as you poked back at his foot, “he was overseas on a work trip for most of February. Cheating on me, as a matter of fact.” 

Dieter froze. “You never told me that part.” 

You gave him a small smile and opened your laptop again. “It’s fine. But I’ve never had a partner do anything for Valentine’s Day with me. I guess you’re right, anyway. Corporate crap.” 

Dieter sat silent for a long while before popping up off the couch. He paused long enough to kiss your forehead before bounding out of the room. You were too engrossed in your work to notice the hushed phone calls he made from the kitchen. 

**

Your dinner meeting at your favorite bistro went well, and you were eager to return to Dieter. He had promised you a quiet movie night at home, which sounded absolutely perfect. Your deadlines had been stressing you out so much, and he knew it. 

When you walked through the front door, you were greeted by roses. Red roses. Dozens upon dozens of long-stemmed red roses. Tall crystal vases stuffed with the most beautiful roses covered almost every surface. Where there weren’t vases there were piles of rose petals sprinkled liberally, leading a path toward the living room. 

“Dieter?” you called out, taking care not to trip over the countless candles that led you down the hallway. “Babe?” 

You turned the corner and almost gasped at the sight. The room was filled with even more red roses and candles of all sizes, along with a heart-shaped ring of rose petals in the middle of the room. 

And Dieter. Standing in nothing but boxers and a red robe, holding a single rose. 

White boxers. With red hearts all over them. 

You were dumbfounded, mouth hanging open. “What…did you do?”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby,” he said with a crooked smile. He held the rose up to his mouth and bit down on the stem, immediately recoiling and throwing it to the ground. “Fuck, that one has thorns.” 

You laughed and walked over to him, examining his face. “Oh my god, are you alright?” 

He pouted and wrapped his arms around your neck. “No, I think I need mouth-to-mouth.” 

You couldn’t resist him when he pouted, which was something that he took advantage of often. But really, how could anyone withstand those big brown eyes and full lips? You were only human. You tilted your chin up and pressed your lips to his, a quick little peck. 

“Cured?” you asked. 

“Not even close,” he replied, brushing his lips against yours before kissing you with more force. He was greedy, pulling you against him while his tongue begged for entry. You could feel a throaty little moan when you opened your mouth to him and relished the feeling of his warm solid torso under your hands as you snaked your arms around him, pushing the robe aside. 

You broke the kiss when the need for oxygen became too great to ignore. “Now you’re definitely resuscitated.” 

A boyish grin spread across his face. “For now. Okay, so. I have things for you.”

“Things?” you asked, looking around the room. All you could see were flowers. 

Dieter took you by the hand and pulled you towards the bedroom. Like the other rooms before, every surface was covered in candles and rose petals. Spread out across the bed were…well, definitely things. He hadn’t been lying. 

“Ok, so, this is supposed to be really fun. It’s body paint! The lady said it tastes like strawberries. Which can go with the actual strawberries that are over there,” he said, pointing at the side table. “Then this paint is chocolate flavored, I think? And this one…well, it’s whipped cream. You probably know what that is.” 

You laced your fingers with his, stopping his frantic explanation. “This all looks fun, babe. But…I thought you hated this holiday? Said it was bullshit?” 

Dieter looked sheepish. “Yeah, I said that.” 

You tilted your head, trying to read the emotion in his eyes. “So, what changed between this morning and now? Not that I’m not grateful, this is…well, insane.” 

He chuckled. “Do you know how hard it was to find this many red roses in LA in six hours? Called about fifty flower shops.” 

You smiled and kissed the back of his hand, waiting for him to continue. 

He cleared his throat. “It’s the first time either one of us has been in a relationship - a good relationship - over Valentine’s Day. It was your first one, and I didn’t want to fuck it up.” 

You felt like your heart had cracked open, spilling warmth through every vein. “You couldn’t fuck this up, love. I promise. I wasn’t expecting anything at all, you know?” 

Dieter looked serious- more serious than you were used to seeing him. “You deserve it. Everything. You deserve everything.” For someone who always had big feelings, Dieter often struggled with vulnerability. It had taken some time for him to understand that you were a safe person for him to express his worries and insecurities. You knew that when he said I didn’t want to fuck it up, he meant I didn’t want to fuck us up. 

You kissed him with everything you had, tangling your fingers through his curly hair. He blindly pushed all of his purchases out of the way as he settled on the edge of the bed, pulling you down to straddle his lap. 

“I like you like this,” he said with a lusty grin. 

“I like your boxers,” you replied, rocking your hips slowly back and forth. 

Dieter licked his lips. “Shit, baby. That feels so good. Think you’re wearing too many clothes though.” 

“Better do something about it, Bravo,” you commanded. “Better grab that whipped cream too.” 

**

You and Dieter spent the night trying everything that he had bought - the edible paint was fun but messy, the whipped cream was sticky but delicious, the candy cock ring made you laugh hysterically- and after multiple orgasms, two quick naps, and a shower, you had collapsed back into bed together.

“Babe?” you said softly. 

“Yeah?” he replied, dragging his fingers slowly up and down your bare back. 

“I love you.” It wasn’t the first time or even the hundredth time that you had told him this, but by the way he squeezed your arm you could tell he needed to hear it. 

“I love you too,” he replied. “Did you have a good Valentine’s Day?” 

“Yeah,” you giggled. Certainly was memorable. That edible g-string was a bad choice, though.” 

Dieter scoffed. “Hey, you said I looked good in it.” That just made you giggle more. 

You looked up at him. “Hey. You don’t ever have to go over the top to show me that you love me, ok? Just being with you is enough.” 

Dieter’s eyes welled up with tears. “Ok, no more over-the-top stuff. Damn, that’s the nicest thing anyone has ever-” He was cut off by the gate alarm. Someone was here. 

“It’s 5 in the morning. What the hell?” You worried that it was some psycho fans trying to get pictures with him; it had happened before. 

Dieter looked confused, then it dawned on him. “Fuck, it’s the car service.” 

“The what?” Now it was your turn to look confused.

“The car service. To take us on the sunrise hot air balloon ride,” he replied, typing the code into his phone to open the gate and jumping up out of bed. 

“To take us on the what now?” you exclaimed, eyes wide when Dieter held out your clothes to you. 

Dieter grinned. “Ok, one more over-the-top thing. That’s it, I swear!” 

Like you believed him. Like Dieter could love you in any other way. 

“Valentine’s Day continues!” he exclaimed with a kiss. A promise of much more fun yet to come. 

#happy valentine's day #dieter bravo #dieter bravo x gn!reader #dieter my beloved #i've got a lot of feelings right now i don't know #the bubble #dieter bravo fanfic

[cazperx-x]

Hello there!!! May I request a suuuper fluffy piece for Gareth? Maybe where you’ve been friends since you were little, and you both love each other but think the other doesn’t (so cliche I know but it makes my heart happy) and the hellfire boys are tired of it so they do their best to get y’all together and adorable-ness ensues? If possible, thank you so much!! 💕💕💕

Thanks so much for the request!

Honeysuckle

Gareth Emerson x Fem!reader

Summary is basically the request

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"So close! Try again!" You giggled as Gareth missed for what had to be the 100th time. 

It was lunch, and Gareth had been trying to throw a tater-tot in your mouth the entire time. The rest of the table was audibly groaning, and Mike had a very readable look of disgust on his face. 

"Are you sure they're not dating and just very, very bad at hiding it?" Dustin whispered to Eddie. 

"Sadly, I'm sure. "

"Are we gonna do anything about it?" Lucas questioned. 

"Please do something, I don't think I can watch this for much longer without vomiting," Mike muttered.

"You're right. Freshmen, it's time to get the childhood best friends together once and for all." Eddie smirked. 

“God they’re such a cliché,” 

~~~~~~~

The boys spent the rest of the week trying to get you and Gareth together, like sticking notes in you or Gareth’s lockers (turns out you two already did that) and saying it was from the other or making comments whenever Gareth called you a pet name. 

“What's up buttercup?”

“Buttercup? Doesn’t that sound like something a boyfriend would call a girlfriend?”

“Shut up Lucas.”

It got to the point where Eddie even got your friends outside of Hellfire involved. 

“Look, Y/n, all I’m saying is I see the way he looks at you. And c’mon, he calls you stuff like “Honeysuckle” and “Lovebug” Isn’t it obvious?” 

“Since when have you been one to play matchmaker Alex?” 

“Whatever. Just saying.”

None of their tactics were working, so by the end of the week, the boys devised a much more straightforward plan.

~~~~~~~

You worked at the local arcade, right next to family video.

Just before your shift ended, a familiar boy ran in, out of breath. 

"Wheeler? Did you run all the way here?" You chuckled. 

"L/n! Uhh, yes actually. Last minute change. There's a hellfire campaign starting tonight that we need you to sub for because Lucas had a last-minute basketball thing. It starts at 8 pm." Mike practically wheezed, still out of breath. 

" ’Kay, I’ll be there. But you realize you could've just called right-?"

"...Shit."

~~~~~~~~~

You walked up to the clubroom, only to see a giddy Eddie, Dustin, Mike, and Lucas waiting outside the room. 

"Hi! Are we supposed to go into the clubroom or..?" You questioned, feeling as though something was off.

"It's a common tradition that the Dungeon Master enters the room last." Dustin quickly explained. 

"Well, then why are you guys out here-?"

"Eddie gets lonely out here," Lucas said, patting Eddie on the shoulder. "So we wait with him."

"Yep," Eddie said through gritted teeth. 

"Lucas? Wait if you're here who am I subbing for?"

"Just get in the room." Mike practically screamed, before pushing you in. 

You stumbled into the room, which as far as you knew was not set up for a DnD game. There were light candles, dim lighting, rose petals sprinkled on the table and floor, and... Gareth. 

"Helloo?" You awkwardly asked more than said, which made Gareth jump. 

"Oh hey!" he waved before his eyes widened. "I-I see how this might look, and I promise I didn't set any of this up. Mike shoved me in here and locked the door. I mean we're just best friends! Nothing romantic." Gareth quickly explained, his voice uneasy.

“Oh yeah. O-of course.” 

Soon you heard the door click and realized you’d both been locked in. 

“ L/n, Gareth has something to tell you. Something verryyy important.” Eddie shouted, emphasizing the word very.

You quickly turned to Gareth, whose face was bright red. “I-I don’t know what Eddie’s talking about.” He stuttered out before practically running to the door and banging on it. 

"What the fuck are you doing Munson?" 

“Sorry Gareth, this doors not unlocking until you tell L/n what's been bugging youuu.” Eddie said in a sing-song tone. “Oh, and I'm sure L/n'll have something pleasant to say about it. Now I’m taking the freshmen for a drive, by the time we get back you better have told each other what you need to.”

Gareth groaned and fell against the door as you both heard footsteps walking away. There were a few minutes of comfortable silence as you walked around the clubroom and Gareth just sat by the door with his head in his hands. 

As much as you didn’t want to admit it, your heart was beating a mile a minute. You and Gareth had been best friends since you were both six when he was trying to skateboard and nearly crashed into you while you were biking. 

“Watch it, nerd!”

“Sorry, princess.”

“I’m not a princess, nerd.”

“Oh yeah? Then what are you and why are you riding a pretty pink bike?”

“I’m Y/n L/n. And this is a hand-me-down from my sister.”

“ I’m Gareth Emerson. I got this skateboard for Christmas.”

"Well you need to keep practicing buddy."

"I bet I'm better than you!"

"Let me see the skateboard, nerd."

You couldn't help but smile to yourself while thinking of the day you two met, and other childhood memories. When you skipped school to goof off at the arcade, all the sleepovers, or that one time you slipped down a muddy trench during an especially rainy spring and Gareth found you in the pouring rain and helped you home. You figured that was the day you fell in love. Your parents didn’t even notice you were gone.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You'd been zoned out for who knows how long, trapped in the clubroom for even longer.

“Helllooo? Princess?” Gareth’s voice was soft, snapping you out of your thoughts. 

“Augh, I told you to stop calling me that.” You rolled your eyes.

“Did you even hear what I said?”

“Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.”

“I asked why your smile is so pretty,” he said matter of factly like there was no doubt about it.

“W-what?” You stuttered, his sudden complement catching you off guard.

“Why is your smile so pretty?” Gareth tilted his head like a dog while giving you puppy dog eyes. God that man was the human embodiment of a golden retriever. 

The most you could do was shrug before burying your head in your hands, afraid you were blushing. 

“I’m sorry.” Gareth’s voice was barely a whisper, so quiet you were surprised you even heard it. 

You looked up to see Gareth shaking his head, looking away from you and off to the side.

“Sorry for what?”

“Everything.” 

You frowned and walked over to him, sitting down beside him. 

“Well, what’s everything?”

“All this.” He motioned to the room. “Promise?”

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. “Promise what?”

“You’ll still want to be my friend after this? After the shocking news I'm about to reveal?”

You giggled and nodded. “I’ll never not want to be your friend Gareth Emerson. Promise”

“Okay, good cause I’ve like… had the biggest crush on you since we were eight.” When the words were out of his mouth, Gareth brace himself as if he was expecting something catastrophic to happen, or you to slap him. 

Instead, you smiled and cupped his face in your hands. 

“Can I kiss you?”

Gareth nodded, his face turning a light shade of pink. 

You softly pressed your lips against his, and he moved you closer. 

Close. This was as close as you'd ever gotten. And as close as you wanted to be, yet still not enough. 

Gareth pulled away, a big goofy grin on his face. 

“Well, you have me beat Emerson.” You giggled. 

“Hm?”

“I think I’ve had a crush on you since the trench incident which was when we were…” you trailed off, trying to remember the exact age. 

“Ten.” Gareth quickly finished the sentence for you.

“Yeah, yeah ten.”

“So that means I win by two years.” He smugly declared. 

You rolled your eyes with a grin and shook your head. 

“Can I sit in your lap?”

Gareth acted like he was thinking about it for a moment. “Sorry, lap privileges are reserved for my gorgeous girlfriend.” He teased. 

You pouted, crossing your arms. 

“I could be your girlfriend.”

“I’d love that.” 

“...Can I sit in your lap now?”

Gareth chuckled, before patting his lap and putting his arms out. “Come here honeysuckle.”

#gareth emerson #gareth emerson x reader #gareth stranger things #gareth stranger things x reader #gareth x reader #stranger things

[startrekfangirl2233-writes]

There's Nothing I Wouldn't Do

Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia x Nadia Garcia (OC)

A/N: I wrote this to go along with a series being written by mayhemmanaged and cassmitchell called Gunpowder & Lead! Update as of 01/31/2024: This story is no longer connected to anything being written by the two accounts mentioned above. They are reworking this story. This is MY HARD WORK AND EFFORT and I will not be deleting it just because this character is no longer included in their story.

The character of Attie Blake is @dakotakazansky's. Fern belongs to @desert-fern. Obviously all of the Daggers are the property of Paramount. The only characters who are mine are Nadia 'Nova' Garcia and Alex.

Disclaimers:Female!Reader, and all the warnings below!

Warnings: Abuse, Recovery from Abuse, Assault

As a reminder, everyone’s experiences are different. Everyone’s experiences are valid. This is a fictional story.

My Masterlist

It’s just past noon on a sleepy Wednesday in Austin, Texas. The afternoon sun beats hot against my face. I grab onto the hood shrouding my features and tug it up a bit higher to make sure nobody can see me. You see, I’m not supposed to be here. The only reason why I am is the baby boy in the carrier strapped to my front. Alex. My son and the only good thing I have in my life. 

So why am I standing in front of a tiny flower shop named Hera's Orchard in one of Austin’s winding streets of small businesses with my baby in my arms and everything important to me in a bag at my side? There's a rumor, a rumor floating around on the dark web talking about this place. Rumor says that if you walk in and ask if they have any asphodel in the back, they'll help you, no questions asked.

I inhale deeply, trying to breathe despite my bruised, aching ribs and broken nose. I have to do this. For Alex, there's nothing I wouldn't do. I can take any and everything Arthur, my husband, lays on me. But the minute he turned his hand on our son, I'd had enough. The bruised ribs and broken nose, they're what I'd gotten for standing in his way. They're also the final straw. The tiny bell above the door jingles and as I walk in, the humid air stinks of soil and the heady perfume of the thousands of blooming flowers lining the walls. I feel a little bit like I've walked into a jungle. But automatically, instantly, it feels a bit easier to breathe.

Alex seems to like being in Hera's Orchard too, his chubby little hands grasping for the bright colors he can see even as his big eyes go wide at the onslaught of new sensations. I cuddle him closer, kissing his downy head before boldly forging my way to the counter I can see in the back.

There's a sign on the petal strewn countertop, proclaiming, "Ring the Bell for Service! Someone will be out shortly!" Right beside the sign is a bronze bell, like the kind they have on hotel concierge counters. I press it just once, and then have to drag a few petals from Alex's little fingers. If I hadn't caught them, they would've gone right into his mouth.

"Buddy. Alex! No, honey. Those do not go in your mouth." My son is ever vocal, babbling very seriously back at me. I'm having an oh, so serious conversation with my baby when an amused mock cough catches my attention. While I was conversing with Alex, someone walked out from the back and came to stand behind the counter. 

She's beautiful, her shoulder length brown hair is tied up into a knot at the back of her head and green eyes bore right through me. She's small and slight, but when she folds her arms across her chest, the muscles bulge with hidden strength.

"Hi, welcome to Hera's Orchard. I'm Fern, how can I help you today?" I can't hide my nerves as I slide the hood off, finally revealing my face to Fern. Her piercing eyes soften, seeing the bruises rising up vividly across my face.

"Hi, Fern. I'm Nadia," I make Alex wave with his little hand, "and this little guy is Alex. I read online that you just got a shipment of some rare asphodels into the store? I was hoping to purchase one as a gift." My throat is dry as I catalog the expression on her face. Fern's serious and stern. The sweet, slightly goofy grin she'd leveled at Alex just moments before is gone.

"Come with me." I grab my bag and follow her into the back. "Hey Charlie! Can you take over in the front? I've got a consult on a custom flower arrangement here!"

Charlie, a teenage boy, thin and gangly with the wildest curls I’ve ever seen, levels Fern with a lovestruck expression before walking out to man the counter. I know what he's so struck by. Have you ever been in a room with someone and been captivated by them? That's Fern's energy, from head to toe. I follow her into a small, plant covered office. Just as we sit down, Alex begins whimpering and gumming at my fingers.

"Sorry, he's hungry. D'you mind if I nurse him while we chat?" I can't believe I'm asking a stranger this question. Arthur would cut me down on the spot if he knew. Per his rules, babies are to be bottle fed only when other people are present.

"Of course. Feed the little guy. Take your time. I take my custom arrangement consultations very seriously." Her smile is soft as I situate Alex at my breast, heaving in as deep a breath as I am able as he begins to nurse hungrily. 

"Now that he's eating, do you want to tell me a little bit about the person you'd like to gift this special arrangement to?" Fern's got a little sketchpad in front of her and she begins to sketch bloom after bright bloom as I explain what I'm looking for.

"So, you're looking for an arrangement that is subtle and beautiful to gift your husband?" There's something dangerous in Fern's eyes as she uses a knife to cut the sketch free and hand it to me.

"Yes.” I trace over the thin wispy lines of the sketch, before murmuring, “This is beautiful. How soon can you have it ready?" 

I can't believe I'm doing this. Can I poison my husband? That’s the catch about Hera’s Orchard. It is a flower shop, one that has rave reviews and an ever growing list of clientele, but it’s true clientele is a bit shadier than housewives who want a fresh bouquet for their dinner table. ‘Asphodel’ is the key word in those situations. 

"Come with me." Rather than answer my question, she leads me to a small doorway in the back of the shop. She unlocks it with a key and grabs my bag. With Alex in my arms, I walk through the door, pausing only so Fern can latch the door behind us. Fern stops at the end of the passageway, knocking on the door. A small window opens, looking us over before the door opens and we're let through. 

"This, Nadia, is the Underworld. This is Persephone and Songbird. They run this place and are my closest friends." The women I see arrayed before me are beautiful and strong. Are they the salvation I've been looking for? Can they save Alex, and by extension me, from more suffering?

"Hey, Bruiser!" It's Persephone, her tone musical even as she wiggles her fingers at Alex. "What's up, Buttercup?"

"Seriously, Seph?" Fern's disgust at the nickname is palpable but I can tell it's a play at disgust more than the real deal. "This is Nadia Wilson. She walked into the Orchard looking for an asphodel."

Those seem to be the magic words. Before I can blink, I'm pulled to a table with Fern on my right and both of the other women in the room seated before me.

"I'm Persephone," Her voice is soft as she looks at me with Alex snoozing in his baby bjorn after his lunch. "Bruiser mentioned that you needed some help?"

At my confused look, she's quick to assure me, "Hey, you can talk openly here. We've got the entire Underworld locked down. Nothing leaves this room. I can assure you of that fact. We got the best hacker we know to build our anti surveillance gear."

As much as that intrigues me, if only because I just built an anti-surveillance setup myself,  I desperately need their help more. So I let the whole tale spill. How I emigrated to Texas as a young girl and taught myself how to code. How I'd fallen in love with the green beauty of the city and the hills surrounding it. But sadly that wasn’t all I’d fallen in love with. Arthur Wilson had swept me off of my feet. He seemed like a gorgeous man who had money and seemed to adore everything about me. So I hadn't hesitated when he asked me to marry him.

"Alex," you explain to the women, "is the only reason why I’ve stayed in my marriage for as long as I have." 

My breathing is ragged as I stare at the wall behind their heads. "Arthur, my husband, has hated Alex since before he was born. My husband hated how my body changed with the baby. He hates how I'm not back to my pre-baby weight or body type yet. So he takes it out on me." 

"At first it was just with his words. A probing comment here, a harsh word there. Then he started hitting me. I worked so damn hard to lose weight, to go back to what I looked like before, and it still wasn't enough. He's been hitting me more and more frequently."

"Then to top it all off, there is something else too. He's been cheating on me, I know he has. I've found red hairs on his clothes and he stinks of a perfume that's not what he buys me and insists I wear. But I could stand all of that. Last night, he tried to hit Alex. He's only three months old!" Your voice breaks and a tear slips down your cheek as you sob the words out. "He's just a baby, after all. Babies cry!"

"I can't let him hurt my baby. I can't live like this. Not anymore. Please help me. Please." My broken tones echo in the room around me as I make pleading eye contact with Persephone and Songbird in turn.

"Of course we'll help you, sweetheart! We're the Furies. It's what we do." I can't help my sobs as I let myself fall apart at their words.

3 weeks later

I wasn’t sure what to expect as the outcome from that first meeting at the Underworld, not at all. But whatever it was, it definitely wasn’t this. It’s 3 AM and red and blue lights blanket the front lawn of the suburban home I shared with my husband up until a few hours ago. That’s when I’d come downstairs with Alex in my arms and found Arthur and his newest side-piece, the red-head whose hairs I’d noticed on his suits, dead on the lounge chair in his study in various stages of undress. Like any dutiful wife, I’d screamed until our housekeeper found me and stayed by her side until the police arrived.

My pain and fear are all too real. Since I met with Persephone, Songbird, and Bruiser, it seems like Arthur turned all of his attention on me. I’ve been under a microscope ever since. He’s added a potentially broken wrist, two black eyes and a twisted ankle to the broken nose and bruised ribs I had the day I’d left Hera’s Orchard with a gorgeous flower arrangement under my arm. So the tears I cry as I clutch Alex to my chest in front of the sweetest Police Sergeant I’ve ever met are real. His face has been continually distressed since he first found me and I can’t believe how good he makes me feel.

“Sergeant Mickey Garcia,” he’d said, smiling at me as I tried to settle Alex from when the baby had been startled awake at the sirens of what seemed like the entirety of the Austin Police Department spilled onto our front lawn. “Pleased to meet you, ma’am.”

I’d stammered back my own greetings and let him lead me into the kitchen.

“C-can you tell me what happened?” He’d blushed crimson when I tried nursing Alex to get him to settle down. His face had only grown more and more serious the more I spoke. I found myself spilling the entire tale to him, captivated by the curls spilling over his forehead. 

“Sergeant Garcia,” his superior, a man with arresting green eyes and dark blonde hair calls Mickey over to him. All night I’ve been getting appraising looks from the men of APD. Either I look like shit with a squalling baby in my arms or they’re trying to figure out if I have the courage to turn black widow on one of the Police Department’s biggest donors. I do, but they won’t ever know. I look like a beaten down, broken woman, but I’m far from it. I’m a professional woman. I build custom computers and security protocols for corporations around the world. It’s my true passion and calling, one which Arthur had never cared to know about.

As Mickey briefs his superiors, the looks I get go from being evaluating to pitying. I know I look a sight, bruises turning blue and green on my tan skin and with bags so dark under my eyes they’re purple. Add to that my pajamas, bedhead, and a squalling baby and I’ve successfully slipped under APD’s radar. They’re sure to have pulled the security footage, the footage my paranoid husband always had recording, by now, the footage which shows me asleep in my bed or sleep-walking to Alex’s room when my collicky baby wakes me up in the middle of the night. Alex is a sleeping weight against my chest before Sergeant Garcia walks back to me.

“We’re going to get you into an ambulance Mrs.Wilson and get you and Alex to the hospital and check out. If you’d like, we can call someone to come stay with you while you’re there and who can take care of Alex while we wait?” His voice sounds like sex and smoke. Were I not so recently a widow and not so injured to boot, I would have jumped him on the spot.

“Yes, I have someone I can call. I’d like to change and grab a bag for Alex if I can first though?” At his nod, I limp my way upstairs, putting together a bag for Alex before handing the Sergeant both the bag and Alex at his insistence. Arthur never once held Alex like that. When I step out of the bedroom in a pair of jeans and t-shirt, Alex is happily drooling against Sergeant Garcia’s chest and he looks too comfortable for this to be the first time he’s holding a baby.

“Wow.” My voice is quiet. “This is not the first time you’ve held a baby, is it Sergeant?”

His chuckle is bashful and shy. “No, actually. My sister in Miami has three kids. I’ve held them all.”

“D’you have any babies of your own, Sergeant?” I don’t know why I’m asking that question, not now of all times.

“No, I don’t. But I’ve always wanted to.” He clears his throat before helping you into the ambulance and handing Alex to you. “Now let’s get you in touch with who you wanted to call. Who’d you like to call?”

My voice is all fire as I say, “Attie Blake. She’s a friend and my lawyer.”

4 months later

Arthur’s sister and mother had put up a perfunctory fuss when they found out he was dead, accusing me of murdering him and any other depraved things that came to his mind. They even tried to sue me. But even their high paid team of lawyers couldn’t stand up to Atlas Blake. With Attie’s help, I managed to win the case and secure all of Arthur Wilson’s fortune into a trust fund for his son. Mickey’s been by my side ever since as well. It was almost too easy to fall in love with him. Especially when I saw how easy it was for him to accept Alex as a part of the package deal. Mickey helped me scope out the location so I could buy the small shop near Hera’s Orchard which I made into a net-cafe and officially introduced me to Birdie Floyd and Emory Seresin, who I only knew so far as Songbird and Persephone.

Since then, my life has never been better. The Furies are the closest friends I have, and the shop, named Daedalus’ Automata, is the perfect place for me to do my thing. What’s my thing, you ask? Before my marriage, before Arthur demanded a trophy wife, I was in cyber security. Give me any network and a computer and I could tell you how secure the network is and at least four ways that I could make it better. I also make custom computers and anti-surveillance hardware. It’s how I continued making money under Arthur’s nose. Now, it’s how I’ve been paying back the Furies for helping me. I keep any mentions of the Furies out of the internet and away from the Task Force’s attention. The best part is how Mickey doesn’t care when I come home smelling like grease with Alex in my arms. How I wish I’d met Miguel Garcia first. 

It’s late when I stagger through the front door late on a Friday night. It’s date night and I’m so late that I’m sure any excuses I have will be flimsy at best. Mickey had grabbed Alex from Daedalus when he got off of his shift, so I don’t have the baby with me when I walk through the door. The entire house is filled with the most delicious scent, and as I look at my watch, I know I’m at least an hour late for dinner.

“Mickey?” My voice is soft as I toe my shoes off and walk through the house. “I’m sorry I’m late, vida. I had this absolute wreck of a computer get dropped off for repairs.” In part that’s true, I did have a wreck of a computer dropped off for repairs. But that’s not why I’m late. The Furies were running an op tonight, one for which I was on comms, making sure my girls were safe as they were running around doing what they do best. I walk through the kitchen, my heart dropping at the sight of the candles on the dining table, the wax nearly melted away.

“Mickey?” My voice drops to a whisper when I walk into the study and see all of my computer screens fired up, filling the entire room with their cool blue light. On the screen flash three dossiers, my own, Fern’s and Ranger’s in addition to the blueprints for the facility we hit tonight. It was a strict information gathering op, but so important. How could I have been so stupid that I hadn’t locked that information down before I left this morning?

“I think you’ve got some explaining to do, amor.” I’ve never heard Mickey sound so serious. “I love you, and I promise I’m not angry, just worried. Tell me what’s going on.”

I can’t resist melting into his embrace, inhaling the musky warm scent of his cologne as he squeezes me tight.

“I love you, Miguel. I just need to have you sign something first. Then I promise I’ll tell you everything.” Then I reach for my phone and speed dial Attie. 

“Hey Attie, I’m going to need an NDA here.” I can’t help looking at Mickey over the next half an hour we wait in the kitchen. I’m puttering around nervously, barely able to stomach the stew Mickey made while I finished up at the shop. Mickey’s not much better. He eats too, but he keeps stealing these searching glances of me, and the tension enveloping our small kitchen is nearly too much to bear. He tries to speak a few times but each time, stops short. I can’t help wondering what this means for us, for Alex who already has heard us both refer to Mickey as dad or daddy.

It’s the doorbell ringing which startles me out of the pensive way I’ve been glancing into Mickey’s eyes. It’s Attie at the door with Bradley right behind her.

“Hey Nova.” She’s smiling, which should provide me with a sense of relief. But I can’t help the dread pooling in my gut or the bad portents which my mind is constantly bombarding me with.

“Hey, Attie. C’mon in.” I hug her for a few minutes before leading her and her six-foot shadow into our kitchen.

“Hey, Roos.” Mickey sounds exhausted and I can’t believe it’s because of me. “So you’ve been read into what the girls are doing too?”

It breaks your heart when he folds into one of the chairs at the kitchen table and runs his fingers through his curls. 

“How bad is it, Bradshaw?” At Bradley’s lack of response, I can see Mickey’s jaw tighten and worry cloud his features even more.

“It’s alright, Mickey.” It’s Attie who takes control of the situation. “Read over this, sign it, and then Nova and I will tell you what’s going on.”

Mickey gives the document a cursory look over, scrawling his signature where required before pushing it to Attie and leveling me with one of his intense panty dropping looks. It’s with my heart in my throat that I let the whole tale of my introduction and involvement in the Furies spill. Anger glints in his eyes as I finish. 

“I need a drink. Whiskey, Roos?” He can’t even look at me. I understand needing a bit to process, but Mickey’s never processed like this before. Please let him understand. Please let this not be the end. I share a scared look with Attie before standing to grab a tumblr for her, too. I don’t drink, not a drop, and while I’ve never minded Mickey or our friends drinking, tonight the sight of the alcohol slipping down his throat just fills me with dread. Maybe it’s residual PTSD from Arthur, who’d beat me if he got too drunk, but it’s just as likely to be the tense situation I’ve found myself in. 

“So where do we go from here?” Mickey’s looking right at me as he says the words. “I know you know this, amor, but I’m on the task force hell bent on finding Persephone and the Furies. To stop them. How can I protect my family? The woman I love, the woman I wanted to ask to marry me tonight, when she’s on the other side of the work I’ve devoted my life to?”

My smile is tremulous as I launch myself into his arms. Relief floods my veins, maybe this isn’t the end!

“You wanted me to marry you, Miguel?” I can’t hide my sobs as I bury myself into his skin. His arms are strong and secure as they automatically wrap around me.

“Course, amor. I’ve wanted to ask you to marry me since the day I met you.” I can’t help the clumsy, salty, kiss I press to his lips. “I’ve wanted you and Alex from first sight. This doesn’t change anything, not between you and me. It’s going to change everything at work, though.”

I get lost kissing Mickey for several more long moments, until the baby monitor on the counter chirps, spilling Alex’s cries into the room.

“I’ll get him,” I murmur in Mickey’s ear. “Attie will join me. Talk to Bradley, vida. He knows, so does Bob.”

Attie’s a silent shadow behind me as we walk into the nursery and I change the baby’s diaper.

“It’s going to be okay, Nov. The entirety of Mickey’s loyalty is with you and this little guy. They’ll figure out a way to keep us safe. And we’ll do our part to keep them safe too.”

Mickey looks relieved when I walk downstairs once Alex is back to sleep. It’s looking at his face and the home that we’ve made together that I make a vow I’ll keep if it’s the last thing I do. I’ll protect my fiancé, protect his friends and protect our son. If someone finds out about the Furies, it won’t be because of me. Nobody I love will ever get hurt again, not if I can stop them. 

It’s that righteous vision that fills my veins when Mickey and I get married in a small courthouse ceremony a few weeks later surrounded by our friends. It’s a hurried engagement, but necessary, especially since spousal immunity can only help when in our situation. He adopts Alex too. Attie checked, Mickey adopting Alex does not void the Wilson trust fund. Things seem to smooth between Mickey and I. Our two week honeymoon in Miami is the most fun I’ve ever had in my life. Not to mention, the most time I’ve spent naked in one stretch. Mickey didn’t let me out of bed for the first 48 hours we were there. 

When we get back, life sinks into its own balanced pace. My new normal, punctuated by the gorgeous solitaire diamond on my left ring finger, is full of promise. But as things pick up and I start hearing more and more about a new king-pin taking over Austin, the more I worry about what’s to come. But I’m able to put my worries aside for the most part, staying vigilant. I do what I can to help the cause, sending the young boys and girls who need help to Cora’s Bakery down the street for pomegranate scones. After all, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, and that’s all of us. It’s why we do what we do.

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[loverofallthingssarah]

It's you and only you

alex cabot x reader

Request: Alex and f reader.  reader is ready to propose, a complete bundle of nerves. she waits at home for alex, having done the living room perfect, rose petals, fancy wine, alex's favorite outfit, everything. instead of alex returning home, its olivia, telling her what happened outside the bar. reader doesnt know it was part of a government plan, she just grieves, nearly losing herself, until alex recieves permission to tell her, because she hears whats going on with her gf

Warning: none

Word count: 1.3k +

A/N: sorry if there are any mistakes, i didn't get much time to proof read

and to the requester, i hope you like it! i did take a little different spin towards the end

‘Just a few petals will do,’ you thought to yourself as you scattered the last of the rose petals framing the duvet. Anniversaries were always special in this household, but today marked a even more wondrous occasion. You couldn’t wait to spend the night with Alex Cabot, your girlfriend of four years today, treasuring her.  She should be home any minute from work and you couldn’t wait to see her- hold her.  

You looked in the mirror and smoothed out the invisible wrinkles on you little black dress that you just knew Alex would just die over. Smiling from ear to ear you looked around the room at the almost perfect scene playing out in front of you.  You took your index finger and tinkered with the velvet ring box sitting on your side of the bed just begging to be placed on your beautiful blonde’s finger by the end of the evening. Walking back towards the living room, you turned the labels out on the wine and lit the last few candles setting the perfect ambiance. You heard rustling outside your front door and your stomach got those familiar butterflies just waiting for the key to turn in the lock, but it never came. A couple of knocks rang through the door, and you walked towards the door to open it.

There stood Det. Olivia Benson, one of yours and Alex’s closest friends, you knew she and Alex were getting celebratory drinks after such an hard case with the SVU gang.  You looked behind her to see if Alex was walking up, but she wasn’t in sight.  You looked back into Liv’s eyes and saw the faint tears behind to bubble in her ducts. 

“Liv, where’s Alex?” you asked. 

Liv fumbled with the change in her pockets not knowing quite how to tell you, “Y/n..” she began and your nerves were spinning through the roof, “Liv, just spit it out already.”

“Alex was shot tonight,” she whispered as tears poured down her face and began to stream down yours. “We were leaving the bar, and she was saying goodbye.  It came out of nowhere, Y/n.  There was nothing we could do.”

“Where is she?” you started rushing around the room to find your keys and purse, “what hospital is she in?”

“Y/n… Y/n…,” Olivia kept trying to get you attention, but you were too busy worrying about the love of your life.

“Y/n!” she yelled at you for it to finally registar to look at her. She walked towards you and grabbed your hands.  “She didn’t make it.  I’m so sorry, Y/n.”

“What?!” you whole body trembled as you lost your grasp on reality.  She couldn’t be gone, not Alex.  Olivia wrapped her arms you as you knees buckled to keep you from going down.  “She told me to tell you she loves you.”  You heart flattered at those words, those were the last words you heard from her on the phone early and the last Alex had ever spoke.  This couldn’t be happening.  This couldn’t be true.  Your mind spiraled into oblivion as the world around you went dark. 

Three years of agony went by, not knowing how to handle yourself after losing the love of your life.  Losing every bit of the person you knew you were when she was in your life.  Minutes turned into days, and hours into months, and days into years waiting to feel like a shell of who you used to be.  Olivia tried her hardest to take care of you as she promised Alex she would, and wishing she could just tell you everything that happened, but knowing she couldn’t.  You could tell she was holding something back, but you were just too scared to push back fearing of being hurt more than you already were. But you still had a life to maintain, and you did just barely that.  Work and home.  That’s what life had come down too no matter how many times, Olivia, Finn or the other tried to get you to realize Alex wouldn’t want you to live like this.  But it just wouldn’t be the same, you weren’t the same anymore and you couldn’t quite bring yourself to want to be.

Olivia just left your home, after bringing you dinner and spending the evening just sitting with you trying to hold you grounded.  Sitting on the couch you just stared at the tv, when you heard a knock on the door.  Grumbling you got up,  you opened the door, “What did you leave, Li-” you cut yourself off at the sight in front of you.  

“Alex?” you blinked a couple times to make sure you eyes weren’t deceiving you.  She smiled her beautiful smile at you and took a step forward and as she did you slapped her arm.  “What in the actual hell, Alex?” you exclaimed as she winced.

“Okay, I guess I deserve that.” she replied as she rubbed her arm.  You pulled her towards you in a bear hug, “I must be dreaming, right?” 

She hugged you back tighter, “No, my sweet girl. It’s me.” You pinched her, “OW!” 

“Just making sure. What happened, Alex?” you asked as you pulled her into the living room. She stood there for a minute taking in the room before her, “This place hasn’t changed a bit,” she whispered before looking at you, “Y/n, I am so sorry for all of this.  I wish I could have told you sooner…” she goes on to tell you how she was placed in the witness protection program, not only for her safety but for yours.  If she was gone there would have no reason for anyone to come after you…, “And now that it’s over with, I’m back.  I wish things could have been different, and I know how hard this must have been for you.  I would never ask you to let me back into your life as before, but I never stopped loving y-” you didn’t even wait for her to finish as you pulled her in for a kiss.  When both of your lips met, as if it was your very first kiss all over again. This kiss meant a end to a new beginning for you and Alex.

Alex pulled back and looked into your eyes, “You have to know I did this all for you, for us.  It was truly what was best.”

“I believe you, baby.” you smiled and then frowned.  You let go of her hand and rushed back to the bedroom to grab the one thing you had been wanting to give Alex three years ago.

“Darling, what you doing?” you heard Alex shout from the front room.  She saw you appear with your arms tucked behind your back.

“Alexandra Amelia Cabot, I truly never thought I would ever get this chance.  Three years ago I thought I lost you forever and I had so many regrets of what I should have done and what I should have said during our years together.  Now, I won’t take a second longer to waste a minute not making making you mine forever.  I have loved you since the moment I met you and that has never faltered,” you bring the ring box out of behind your back, “I bought this a week before our anniversary hoping to be able to ask you that night.  I’ve hung onto it knowing it had no other rightful place than to be on your finger,” you got down on one knee, “Alex, will you marry me?”

Alex gasps in surprise, truly not imagining this scenario playing out upon you two reuniting, “Yes!” She pulls you up and wraps her arms around you, “A million times, yes!” 

You kiss her neck and giggle at her pure excitement.  When you pull back you reach down for her hand to slide on the most exquisite yet simple diamond ring on her finger.  

“I love you, baby.  It’s you and only you,” you whisper.

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[miss-atena]

HEY HEY HEY! Its me yet again, I know u missed me alot. But I wanted to request a Tim Wright (obviously) x Reader where Tim has the hanahaki disease, like, he loves reader but reader doesnt love him back bc he (Tim) never opened up about his feelings, it ends in a fluffy thing with reader reciprocating his feelings , but with a bunch of angst on the middle. If its too much for u you dont need to do it! Stay hydrated, eat something and take a break every once in a while.

-XOXO, ur best bud

Inhales deeply

Y'know how much I love angst don't ya?

Thanks for requesting this, because now i wanna write more angst stuff ehehe

TW: emetophobia, Hanahaki disease, hurt comfort.

Tim Wright with hanahaki disease x Reader

Tim knew it was gonna be rough. He couldn't open up to you, even after the years of friendship. And now, with the whole operator stuff, it would be even less likely for him to spend time with you.

What made it hurt, beside the petals and blooming flowers on his lungs, was that he felt like he would die to anything at this point.

Back when everything was normal, the petals still bloomed inside of him, but he could hide it. You were with Brian, he couldn't do this to his best friend from all his life.

But by god, were his feelings real.

Then you and Brian broke up, near the start of the Marble Hornets production.

But still, Tim couldn't open up. He felt guilty, and gross for doing so. So he sank his feelings deep down, and only comforted you, like the good friend you saw him as.

Then Jay appeared. And everything went to chaos. Tim's life went upside down.

He would wake up with limbs hurting, his fingers semi broken, and a lot of petals right in his mouth, coming for the next round of vomiting.

He was already feeling dead inside, and was just waiting to actually die.

...

That's when you got yourself in the middle.

Fucking Jay contacted you to get yourself involved and help them, since you were one of the smartest students from college.

Tim didn't want you to die. He couldn't beat it. If that happened he would kill Jay himself, instead of waiting for Alex to fucking do it.

He pushed you to the side, on the hospital ruins. It was now or possibly never ever.

He finally opened up. He told you how he had loved you for so long, but was afraid. Afraid of not only losing you, but Brian and his other friends.

He opened up about his feelings of being dead. He opened up about his fear of dying, or even losing you. He wanted you away from Jay, so at least you would be safe.

But you, as stubborn as you always were, stood your ground and said no. You wouldn't be leaving him to suffer alone.

He didn't have time to talk about the disease, since his coughing fits soon showed the petals getting out of him, and the vomited flowers with blood showed you what you needed to see.

While all of Tim's life went through that route, you were dreaming.

You broke up with Brian earlier that year because you were into Tim. He was alright with that, as long as you didn't leave him as a third wheel.

You were thinking of how to ask Tim out. You didn't know much of him, besides what Brian got to tell you about him, but you were so sure you loved him.

When you told Tim all of that, the Wright hugged you, crying. He cried like a child, and asked you to forgive him.

You, instead, cleaned his face and kissed his cheek.

"Tim... If you go down, then I'm going with you. I'm not leaving you behind, got it?"

He nodded, while still shaking... Then he heard it.

"Aww, you two are so cute"

And in unison, you said

"JAY IF YOU ARE FUCKING RECORDING THIS WE WILL KILL YOU, I SWEAR TO GOD"

I hope you like it. I needed to add a comic ending, because i thought it would be a good break lsjsksnsksns

Anyway thanks for asking lil bro, i hope u enjoy it!

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