#pls join i kinda lonely

[idontknowreallyidontcare]

Can I get more horndog Nikto pls? Like Nikto legit wanting the reader every way emotionally and physically, becoming territorial of them, and the reader doesn't take him seriously because they don't wanna be another conquest. Sad horny boi lol

HORNDOG!NIKTO FOR MY NIKTO GIRLS.

- He is jealous, it’s pretty much in his Slavic dna to be, so once you show him a bit of affection without strings attached, he gets territorial. Nikto does a lot of questionable things to ensure the recruits know you’re off limits. From standing really close to you no matter what you’re doing at that moment, to literally pressing himself against your body like a horny dog. The creepiest thing he’s done was probably standing in a corner, intensively watching you read from afar. Recruits would get scared about coming to you for advice because he was there, awkwardly staring and they would get chills (he’s just so silly!).

- The first time Nikto got to know your sweet side was when you made biscuits for the barracks and decided to bring some to him too. He was not the type to hang around the base, so having such sweet little thing like you come and knock on his door with a bag of biscuits was very surprising and suspecting on his side. He found you hot, there was no denying, so having many other instances where you would do something for him without asking anything in exchange was starting to grow onto him. You always brushed it off, how possessive he began to be about you, thinking he was just an awkward adult that didn’t get to learn proper socialization, and well part of that was true. You kept brushing his affections off, he was like that and nothing could change him. You knew he liked women, too much for your own good, and part of you did not want to end up as another conquest.

- Many times he grew frustrated of you, because no matter how many signs he gave, you always seemed to not understand, or maybe not care at all. He would touch you, press himself into you, sweet talk to you, yet all you would do is pat his head and crack a joke, continuing with your duties and leaving him there, by himself, contemplating weather he should just give up and leave you be. And truth is he was close to leave you be many times.

- What he didn’t know was that you kinda felt the same, you always found in Nikto a safe place, from the instance you joined KorTac he was always there, sure he was as hard as a rock at the beginning, but you made your way into the small remains of his cold, broken heart. It started strangely, you’ve seen him alone once, back laid on the side of a small balcony, while his gaze was lost into nothingness. It hit you, how he was never around, he was never with the boys, never made attempts to make friends, and part of you knew he was afraid, afraid of scaring anyone. Truth is recruits always feared him, even if he never gave them a reason to. The only person he would get along with was König, and occasionally you’d see him in Horangi’s or Kreuger’s company. His mask was most of the times on, and you started to pity him. Such a poor, lonely man. God knows the last time he felt the warm touch of a woman, and not the touch you feel when the only thing you do is fuck, because he did not lack intercourse in his life, but the loving touch of a woman genuinely caring about him? That’s a whole different story.

- You started small, afraid of coming off too clingy. You brought him biscuits, you always made sure to carry a bottle of water at practice, knowing he would always drink a lot and would remain without one lot of times. You’d pass him your bottle and he’d thank you, almost shyly if you squint. You’d bring his clothes to his room from the drier, your excuse being that you were already there so why not, you’d cook for him sometimes too, well not really, it was just that you accidentally poured too much of this or too much of that and being alone on the base you didn’t want it to go to waste, excuses on excuses that were always working. You always thought he was a bit too silly to understand what you were actually doing, and you were right. He just thought you were constantly friend zoning him.

- It was difficult once he actually accepted what you were giving to him and he wanted more. Ignoring him when he got too needy, when he was too close, when he made advances and all you could do was joke or excuse yourself to another room. Truth is you were scared too because what has started as a small act of kindness towards a lonely teammate, became a lot more, and you didn’t know how to handle it.

- One particular night brought out all the hidden emotions. Coming from a mission was always the best time of the year, week, month, it was just the best time, not only because you were alive, but because you could finally rest and turn your brain off. Well for Nikto it was a yes no situation, he was happy to be alive but coming at the base where he would be ‘confined’ again due to his loneliness, was not something he was dreadful about. This time was just too much, and after what felt like hours of contemplation he just went for it. A soft knock on your door late into the night awakened you, not that you were particularly deep into sleep, since the arrival time from the mission was not long ago, but it woke you up, and you opened, for some reason finding yourself in front of who you actually expected to come. Nikto stayed still, admiring you for a bit, just for you to grab his hand and pull him into the room. You didn’t care anymore, after almost loosing him this many times of the battlefield the only thing you wanted to do was hug him. And you did, he dreamed about this moment for months, and it came so unexpected yet so sweet. The night was spent between kisses and hugs, late talks between two people that were too afraid to fall asleep because of the fear of this all being a dream.

- Actually labeling your relationship with Nikto changes many dynamics. He gets bolder definitely, he’s more secure and shows off more. Being in a relationship with him is giving him access to your privacy also, and he makes sure he takes advantage of it. He shamelessly ravages your panty drawer, sneaks up on you in the common showers, after gym becomes a gig where you’re trying to run and shower and he’s after you saying how hot you look right now and how you should let him bring you to his room first. Sex is something utterly surprising for you, you would’ve not given him half the credits he actually deserved, because he does know how to please you, and he’s avid with it. He’ll be a dog for you, waiting and begging and pleading until you give it to him.

- Ride his face he LOVES it, just use him as your personal seat and he’s cumming in his pants no lie. He’s a sucker for your pleasure, also a big voyeur, he tried to fuck you many times in the main hall, or in the showers, he once succeeded in the kitchen, and oh boy you could not look into the eyes of some of your female colleagues for a week straight. Nikto is always eager to try something new, that’s because he finally has you, his woman, and prefers to do with you all the things he never got to experience. He always told himself that he’d prefer waiting to do certain things only with the woman of his dreams, and there you were finally, ready to let him fuck you up, or the other way around.

- When I call Nikto a dog is because I mean it. The utter loyalty this man has for you is something straight out some romance movie. You’ll start to notice how his eyes are always on you, no matter the surroundings, no matter the circumstances, and the utterly look of an enamored man he gives you always succeeds to make you weak in the knees. He is avid, lustful, borderline possessive about you, like a feral dog that’s protecting the only thing that he ever got to call ‘his’. And don’t get off the birth control, because he brings to the bedroom each and every ounce of possessiveness he shows outside.

#cod x reader #nikto x reader #cod nikto #call of duty nikto

[blue-jisungs]

wounds

author's note. let’s gaur another zoro piece ☝️

++ i stated it before, i’ll say it again: i never watched the og opla! i think there was a medic? but yns is a medic here so i just hope like,, it makes sense? also if some characters are ooc, i’m sorry!! i’m still slowly learning about them hehe

summary. zoro realised his feelings for you through unfortunate events, whereas you come to a conclusion that his actions speak louder than words

word count. 3k-ish

warnings. oh boy. violence, swearing, blood, a guy throws a weird comment or two at reader, reader gets called bitch :( , m*n, medical stuff but nothing too crazy since i’m not a professional, daggers (stabbing), yn being kinda an idiot for trusting strangers, brief mention of drugs ++ pls lmk if i missed anything 🙏

zoro stole a glance at you, the soft rocking of the ship causing some bottles with strangely-looking fluids to move around your desk. luffy grinned and patted you on your back, causing a small smile to bloom on your lips.

“so, we’re arriving in a moment. let’s get the meds we need and have some free time! How does that sound?” he asked with enthusiasm.

“and i’ll buy some fresh ingredients. i would lose my mind if i had to work with almost-rotten vegetables for even a day longer…” sanji grunted, causing zoro to roll his eyes “is our medic craving something special?”

“hmm, maybe… what about a sweet pudding? i haven’t eaten one in a while” you hummed. luffy’s eyes shone with excitement. sanji winked, drawing a disgusted face from the green-haired man.

“your wish is my command. and you, mosshead, should respect this lady more. she’s really saving our asses” the blond haired man commented.

the truth was, it was mostly sanji or usopp who you were saving. while zoro made it safe and sound out of his fights, so did luffy and nami. usopp, well, he was more on the clumsy side, while sanji occasionally had some wounds when he accidentally cut or burned himself while cooking. after almost losing zoro, the crew knew that a medic would be a useful addition to the crew… and just one day luffy found you on your island, working as a volunteer in a local health care centre. and persuaded you into joining them. (a certain tall, green-haired man also had an influence on your choice).

“we arrived!” usopp suddenly bursted into the room. you grabbed your bag and looked around the room.

“does anyone want to go with me?” you asked.

“to buy meds and smell herbs? i’d rather take a nap” zoro mumbled and lazily left the room, secretly hoping sanji would turn down your offer too.

“i’ll go with sanji! maybe they’ll have some local food to offer…” luffy hummed. you nodded and then all three of you left going merry.

usopp left later, causing nami and zoro to be the only ones left.

as you strolled around the cozy city, you took in the sight of people and the sound of the rustle. living on a ship can get quite lonely sometimes, so you enjoyed the chaos of the town. even though zoro kept you company most of the time. he’d just… come into your room and watch you brew tea for sanji or study your medical books. you both enjoyed such closeness, even if not a word was said. sure, you had conversations too - and you were surprised to realise how funny zoro is. you couldn’t lie, you were aware that you have a crush on him. zoro though, seemed uninterested. like now, just saying that he’ll pass. his answer made you a little disappointed - besides buying new meds, you were hoping for some time alone with zoro.

“well, he’s the one missing out” you mumbled t6o yourself and shook your head as if to get the swordsman off your mind.

suddenly, you smelled a delicious aroma of fresh bread. walking closer to one of the shops, you realised it’s a bakery. maybe you’ll grab a snack and ask if there’s any herbalists around…? sounds like an idea.

when you disappeared inside the local, someone smiled mischievously and backed away to return to his boss.

“... herbs?” the man repeated, thinking out loud. he didn’t look like a regular bakery employee but you ignored that. he was selling delicious chocolate buns! “down the road. there’s a pharmacy but we do have a local herb seller, he wanders in the woods often. after i’m done with my shift, i can lead you to him”

“oh, that would be great! i’ll go to the pharmacy then and be back!” you hummed, smiling. what a nice guy!

you spent way more time in the pharmacy than you intended to: the lady working there was really lovely and professional, the products she was selling were top quality. you chatted about meds and certain ingredients, shared recipes. and when you mentioned that you use some herbs to make teas, she seemed intrigued so you explained to her the purpose.

in the end, you left with two more bags than you planned to. while returning to the bakery, the sun started to set; sky was painted in deep oranges with purple strokes, announcing the farewell of the bright day.

“sorry i was late…” you started and saw the guy get up immediately. he had a slight frown on his face.

“no worries. let’s go” he mumbled and grabbed your wrist, urging you to leave. you stiffened and your jaw clenched but you followed him, too curious about the herbs to let an alarm ring in your head.

“why does he wander in the woods?” you asked quietly, observing how people closed their stalls and shops in hurry before it gets completely dark.

“dunno. he’s just a weirdo. probably there’s a lot of wild plants there” he huffed. nodding to yourself, you gulped. good thing he’s accompanying you, it wouldn’t be too safe to walk around the woods alone, at night.

after what felt like hours, you realised you left the city far behind. the sky was decorated with blinking stars, open navy sky embracing you.

“i… is it far away?” you mumbled, stopping in your tracks. he turned around, the darkness surrounding you didn’t allow to read his facial expression.

“five more minutes, i promise” he said… his voice more calm now.

“o-okay. i need to go soon, so we better be quick” a quiet murmur left your mouth. you started to regret not urging zoro to go with you.

the man was right; you soon enough found yourself in the middle of woods.

“so… um, where’s the guy?” you asked, looking around. your hands started to hurt from the bags you had to carry. besides, there was a rumbling in your stomach.

“he’ll show up in a second, trust me. so, what did you buy in the pharmacy?” he asked.

luffy entered the ship, humming something underneath his breath, with sanji carrying a bag. usopp looked at them curious.

“so, what didya buy?” he asked, almost jumping out of his seat “what are we having for dinner?”

“something fancy, for sure. i still need to think about it. we’re having a pudding for dessert though because y/n wanted it… speaking of which, is she in her room? i forgot to ask if she wanted a vanilla or a chocolate one”

“what?” zoro asked, stopping in his tracks, swords halting mid-air. the guys looked at each other.

“what ‘what?’? we thought she was back already” luffy blinked slowly and noticed nami approach.

“she didn’t, i thought she joined you” usopp stuttered and shifted his gaze to zoro “didn’t you leave at some point too?”

“yeah, to look around? but there was nothing interesting to do so i came back and took a nap…?” he mumbled.

“you did not just let y/n wander around here” nami said, fear in her voice.

“well, apparently, we did” luffy gasped “why?”

“this city is like, known for being totally not-women safe. especially after dark! that’s why i didn’t want to go there, luffy” she hissed “and why i didn’t leave the ship! god! y/n can’t even f–”

“she’ll be okay, she can fight–” usopp started.

“fight” nami finished.

“y/n can’t fight…?” zoro’s heart skipped a beat.

“there’s no time to explain. we should go look for her, idiots!” nami grunted. zoro, full of regret and worry, followed her. he wasn’t sure why he got so scared why nami said that but all he knew for now is that he had to find you.

you didn’t even realise when that happened. a group of muscular and tattooed men appeared from nowhere, not looking like herb enthusiasts at all.

“so this is the pretty lady, huh?” one of them stepped out. he was bald and definitely scary-looking “you have something we want… but before i take it, tell me. is this your first time here?”

you nodded weakly when he approached you.

“and it will be her last!” one of them snickered, drawing laughs from the rest.

“aren’t you a cute little thing, trusting strangers in a city you’ve never been to… ah” he laughed and grabbed your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes “why did you buy poppy seeds?”

“t-to make medicine…” you stuttered. you noticed the one from bakery standing behind the bald one’s back.

“medicine! ha! you’re pretty funny! you know what we make here out of poppy seeds?” he hummed, leaning in way too close to your liking. you could smell his nasty breath, your hands going limp. you dropped the bags, its content spilling around your legs “drugs”

you gulped and tried to move back but he yanked you by your wrist. this action caused you to bump into his chest.

“so, we’ll take them. and the other goodies you bought, too. and then… we’ll take you!” he laughed.

shaking your head, you pushed him away and tried to run away.

you failed, a sharp yank of your shirt causing you to trip and fall on the ground.

“by take i mean two things” the bald man chuckled and kneeled down, looking for the poppy seeds amongst the scattered products.

you tried to crawl away when he did so, heart thumping against your ribcage. if only you could fight… you wouldn’t be so scared and-

“where do you think are you going?” he growled and pulled you back by your leg. your head hit the ground, a unpleasant tinnitus-alike sound overtaking your ears.

“leave me alone!” you yelled out. the man must have said or do something that caused two other guys to grab your hands and tie them.

“only after i’m done with you!” he grunted and suddenly you felt his weight over you, caging you between the ground. starting to squirm around and kick, you were yelling your throat out; tears starting to spill from your eyes. “shut up, bitch!”

then you felt it. a sudden, stinging pain spreading in the left side of your face.

he just hit you.

the impact was so strong that you immediately felt the blood trickle from your nose.

“i’d hate to kill you because after we’re done, we’d sell you… but if you keep squirming…” he grunted and leaned in. he put a hand on your hair and stroked it gently. he leaned to your ear and licked your earlobe before adding: “then i’ll have to slit your throat”

you hoped that the scream you just left out was hearable from afar.

“get off her right now or its your throat that’s going to be slit first”

you gasped, trying to look for the source of the voice: zoro. zoro is here. or are you dreaming?

“and who the fuck are you?” the bald man said and laughed, his hand landing on your neck “i’ll do whatever i want”

his fingers tightened the grip on your neck. he was either lucky or skilled enough to know which places to squeeze because you felt your flow of oxygen being cut off.

“says who?” zoro huffed and with one swift move yankled the man by his shirt and got him off you. taking a deep breathe in, your vision went blurry - it was either the tears or the result of sitting up too fast.

“you’re a real piece of shit to attack girls, huh” zoro grunted and after effortlessly defeating another one of the bald man’s minions. the swordsman wanted to destroy the others, let them suffer and die in pain. normally, he’d take his time.

but it was about you. which made it even worse – he wanted to kill them slowly, one by one… demolish to the ground because they hurt you. then again, he wanted to make it quick so he can check if you’re alright as fast as possible.

and just when only the boss was left, he heard your scream. one that was full of pure pain.

turning his head back, but not losing focus from the guy, he saw one of them stand above you. he must have slipped away when he was busy with the bald guy but…

then he saw it, shining in the moonlight.

the dagger’s blade shun with silver tints, stuck in your ribcage.

zoro didn’t hold back. it took one swift move to throw one of his swords right between the attacker’s eyes and one precise move to synchronise both of his hands, cutting the bald’s man body in half.

then he ran up to you, grabbing you in his arms gently. your face looked pale, whether it was the moonlight or just the color draining off your face.

“don’t take this out” you grunted, moving your hand to his arm “and… take the meds…”

“fuck the meds, you’re bleeding” for the first time in ages zoro felt helpless. and disappointment in himself. you tried to scoff, the action bringing more pain to your body than you predicted

“don’t… the meds are just as important” your voice went quieter and quieter; zoro noticed that you struggled to keep your eyes open. which was, he assumed, a bad sign.

“don’t pass out on me, okay? keep it together, doctor” the green haired man breathed out and in one swift move he carried you in a bridal style. someone from the crew was supposed to arrive here too, if he passes them by he’ll just say that they need to take the meds.

zoro felt your body going limp in his arms, his heart dropping. running for his (and your) life, careful enough not to hurt you, he felt the strange heavy sensation in his chest.

for the next two days, a sinking feeling of guilt in zoro’s stomach wouldn’t go away. you were unconscious, the atmosphere on the going merry was tense.

“we didn’t know she can’t fight. if we did, we’d obviously accompany her” sanji grunted, hands never stoping mixing whatever he was mixing.

“why y/n never told us?” luffy sighed, voice small. as a captain, he felt disappointed he wasn’t able to protect you. on the other hand, he was glad you’re here now. nami bit her lip and looked at zoro.

“she didn’t want to seem weak” the orange-haired girl explained “i promised her i’ll teach her some basic moves but… we never…”

usopp entered the room, he was just talking to your unconscious state. well, more like to himself but–

“the doctor said she’ll be okay, right?” he asked, sitting next to zoro.

they figured that if you got medication somehow, there must be someone who knows at least has basic medical knowledge. in no time usopp came back with a pharmacist that talked to you – the lady was really saddened by your wounds too.

she scolded them for letting you go on your own (as if zoro haven’t already made a mental promise to himself to never do that again) and then proceeded to take care of you, telling them to change the bandages and apply some meds.

zoro left the dining space and slowly padded to the captain’s room. they figured that i’d only be safer if you stayed in a more stable position (rather than a hammock) for the time being.

entering the room, he stopped in his tracks upon seeing you… sitting at the edge of the mattress, changing your own bandage. sweat was dripping down your forehead, face pale.

“what the hell do you think you’re doing?” he asked calmly, stepping closer to you. your eyes widened, meeting his.

“hi” you breathed out, shaky fingers halting.

“hi” zoro replied softly and then suddenly placed his hands on your arms, gently pushing you to sit against the wall.

then he grabbed the old bandage and threw it away. he desinfected his hands with a special liquid and grabbed new bandage.

“how long have you been up?” he asked, looking at the wound. it still needed some healing but it wasn’t open and bleeding anymore.

“dunno, moments from usopp’s leave. how… how long i’ve been asleep though?” you asked wearily and pointed at a cream on the nightstand “apply this first, then the bandage”

“two days” zoro replied, grabbing the container with a herbal smell. he was trying to find a good way to word out his worries, but (as usual) they came out harsher than he intended “why didn’t you tell us you can’t fight?”

a heavy sigh left your mouth, which caused a glimpse of pain run through your face.

“i just didn’t want to be a burden” you mumbled. the man noted the slight difference of what you said and what nami said your reasoning was.

zoro’s calloused yet tender fingers applied the cooling substance on your wound. you hissed due to the sting, your hand flying to grab his free one.

“you’re not weak nor a burden” he said, letting you squeeze his hand; he didn’t mind and found it quite… warming “i will teach you”

you smiled. he didn’t offer, he didn’t insist. he stated that.

“thank you. and i’m sorry for scaring you all like that” a whisper left your lips, watching as zoro started to put the bandage now. you leaned a bit closer so he could wrap it around your back, causing your breath to hit his neck. zoro tried to stay focused, the sudden realisation of how close you were making him hyper-aware.

“you scared some of us to death” he answered suddenly “next time just… don’t be such an idiot. if it weren’t for me…”

“humble as always” you snickered and watched him finish bandaging you.

“i…” the green-haired man hesitated. for a moment your eyes met and you saw it in the mirror of his ebony irises: i’m sorry. i was worried. so fucking scared and angry, feeling guilty and terrified. he smiled gently “just don’t do this again, m’kay?”

“i’ll try. and… thank you for saving me” you returned his smile.

you stayed like that for a moment, your hand still on his. too afraid to move, to speak out – yet the silence was speaking volumes.

roronoa zoro cared for you.

he just didn’t know how to say it out loud yet.

but just like wounds, he needed some time. and you were - oh so - willing to give him it.

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[sl4sh3rsub]

billy lenz hcs (nsfw: mdni)

billy lenz x reader (AFAB, AMAB, FtM, MtF)

warning: this is set in the mid-to-late 70s, perversion, old school + kinda one-sided phone sex, billy is loud as fuck + a creep + delusional, scent/musk kink, cumming on clothing, copious mentions of cum + precum, using cum as lube, dry humping, extremely dubious consent (somnophilia), masturbation (+ billy edging), oral sex (both giving + receiving, facefucking reeiiving), reader is referred to as 'piggy', p in v + anal (all unprotected - pls stay safe irl), ass eating/nondescript tongue fucking (giving + receiving), handjob mention, implied violence (not towards reader), overstimulation (giving + receiving), diy home reno gloryhole, old school cum tribute, foot humping/light cbt??, light bondage (pun), sex toys (for billy), hickeys + biting (giving + receiving)

a/n: kinda edited. happy holidays folks!! this might be ooc but i swear i tried. was gonna add more feet stuff bc it's billy, but decided against it. if you're into that kinda thing, use your imagination - i only mentioned it once and i think that's enough tbh. this one also doesn't have as much literal sexual intercourse as my other hcs (just a heads up) it's been a hot minute since i've watched the film, so the characteristics might be off (i based this on my own interpretation of him and i haven't really read any billy fics recently.. oops) it's a little rushed but i really did try! hope you like it

order: general hcs first then amab + afab then ftm + mtf, different sections = different content n tried not to repeat much

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general hcs

billy got bored of all the sorority piggies and moved, hiding in a mixed residential college dorm building - a creaky colonial-style residence with a spacious attic. the first time he sees you, you're getting dressed to join the other boarders for dinner. billy heard you humming to a radio and peered down between the cracks in the stained floorboard. he's been unhealthily obsessed with you since then <3

billy is an absolute pervert and will sexualize anything and everything you do. from scratching your neck to wandering around your room in your underwear, he's already ogling and muttering how much of a fuckin tease you are

he becomes bolder over time and eventually sneaks into your room at night. after you catch him lurking in the darkness of your room and he doesn't get immediately thrown out, he grows more and more trusting of you. billy becomes accepting of your begrudging attraction to him and he definitely takes full advantage of it :< you reluctantly give him permission to venture into your room if he needs company or an outlet for his pent-up sexual energy - it must be pretty cold and lonely in the attic, what's the harm in cuddling with the lanky man? he's already your dirty secret and at this point, he'd kill for you

his favourite pastime is calling your room's rotary phone during the day and either making mundane conversation with you or having you listen to his rambling as he strokes his cock, not even ten feet away from you. if you start bashfully touching yourself to his babbling or accidentally let slip a moan, tilt your head towards the ceiling so he can see your blissed-out expressions (he definitely cums on the spot)

if you want to get in his good books, put some old cabaret music on your cassette player and give billy a show - whether it's a sensual strip tease or you touching yourself on your bed, billy will be over the moon. as the music ends and the room is quiet - apart from your heavy breathing and thumping heartbeat - little gasps and applause drifts down from your ceiling, making you blush and whisper your thanks

there is not a moment when this man is quiet. in sexual situations, of course he's going to breath loudly, growl and spout obscenities, but even in regular conversation he rambles and expresses his opinions in long, convoluted trains of thought

billy loves it when you're just with him - in reality, you're alone in your room with a creep peering down at you from above, but it's better to let him be delusional. no harm has come of it... yet

don't worry your silly little head about the opaque liquid dripping from ceiling, directly above the bed :< it's either his spit, tears or precum drooling down between the wooden paneling from him constantly edging, the sight of you just existing is enough to turn him on. if it somehow lands on you, billy will cum instantly at the sight of you with his love painting your skin. you look like his perfect piggy, he can't help it :(

he has a habit of dragging his leaking tip over your face while you sleep, smearing his musky precum over your skin for you to smell when you wake. his favourite hobby is staining your skin in his stinky, salty scent - from cumming in your underwear as a way of marking you to wiping off his pre on your lips (as to not stain his boxers), he will make any excuse to clean off his cock on you. if you've been dismissive of him or too caught up in studying, he'll threaten to wake you up by dragging his musty balls over your face. just saying.

whenever he sneaks down to spend time with you skin-to-skin, billy practically goes feral. he's already jittery and constantly rock hard, so expect him to hump you like the degenerate mutt he is. every time you hug or lie next to him, he'll wrap his arms around you and start grinding against you, burying his face in your shoulder. he might not even want to initiate sex!! billy just wants to show his affection and attraction to you :(

billy isn't lying on the phone calls about what he wants to do to you. his inexperience is second to his enthusiasm and need to tongue-fuck you at every given opportunity. your spit-shined, sloppy hole is his favourite view on any day of the week and you bet he's going to make the most of it. make sure to place down a towel under his hips while he goes to town, he tends to leak precum freely and stain your bedsheets whenever you two so much as hug :>

he is a massive drooler, so watch out for the spit puddles on your pillow and mattress after he graces you with a visit. billy is also massive fan of visiting you in the dark - be it night or whenever you have your curtains closed - as he is pretty embarrassed about his constant ahegao face. it's especially prevalent when you touch him just right or suckle on his skin in that perfect spot

billy is constantly babbling about how much you can take his juicy, meaty cock in your tight piggy hole and frantically escalates whenever you pick up the phone. he always describes how he's gonna taste your arousal and fuck you until your legs are shaking, his fingers itching to touch every inch of you. billy's third-person descriptions throw you off a little, but he gets the point across pretty well. his insane squeals and huffs get louder as the lewd, wet rhythm picks up with every passing minute

if someone picks on you, he'll find their phone number and target them with streams of profanities and harassment until they leave you alone and back off. if you come home crying from a bad experience around strangers or tell him of someone who attempted to hurt you, he'll take it upon himself to dispose of them. how else would he rid himself his violent urges? he has to protect you and keep you for himself somehow

expect weird, out of place stains on all of your clothing. from small splatters to large and obvious splotches, every clothing item has remnants of his visits to your dorm room

billy has long-winded phone calls with you, about everything from your life to your interests and favourite things. there's shuffling above you every once in a while, but don't worry about it. it's not possums or raccoons in the insulation, just billy trying to get comfortable - his back aches from craning his neck to see you in, leering from in between the wooden gaps

he will leave you little scribbled notes on crumpled, used envelopes - his barely legible chicken scratch goes on about how pretty you look when he's looking down at you and how fun you are to play with

billy is incredibly touch starved - he'll regift items he finds laying around in exchange for kisses or even a rushed handjob (if he asks nicely enough). the nicer and less dusty the present, the better the reward

his idea of heaven is the feeling of you gagging and choking on his dick, especially the dazed look in your eyes while he fucks your face. the way you catch your breath and let him just stand above you, staring at the mess of cum he made on your face, has his heart pounding in his chest. billy's gaze is one of pure adoration, especially when you have his throbbing cock resting safely in your mouth

prepare to be overstimulated!! he's a fuck machine and will go until he's shooting blanks, or you shove him off to take a break. he is so conditioned from his constant masturbating that he does not get soft after shooting his load - he keeps hissing through the sensitivity as he drills into you like a jackrabbit, hitting your deepest points and sending shivers down your spine. he uses his thick, goopy cum as lube half of the time - he often cums the second he pushes into you, feeling your warmth around him. good thing he has animalistic stamina and strong thighs :>

billy is extremely noisy but will gladly attempt to muffle himself if it means he won't get found out, if it means he gets to stay in the residence - with you - for longer. he's a whiny and breathy moaner though, so never expect complete silence

his pale skin practically glows under the moonlight whenever he pays you a night-time visit. his cock bobs whenever you ghost your fingers over his side and through his hair, precum pooling and dripping down his long length as he gently moves his foreskin back to reveal his flushed - borderline purplish red - cock head. the few freckles scattering his tummy and the wild, wispy brown bush surrounding his base makes him feel pretty insecure about his body - it's not at all like the buff, tan men in the risqué mags or porno tapes. reassure him that he's mouthwateringly attractive, swollen cock and all. the one downside of giving billy head is that his cum tastes very acidic and bitter - invite him to share a healthy lunch of salad and fruit with a healthy jug of water every once in a while, it'll benefit you both

most of the encounters between you two will happen at night or with him partially obscured, but eventually he'll gain enough confidence to emerge from his den and visit during the daytime

he makes a glory hole at the top of the stairs that lead to the attic - he knocks out a section of paneling that's hidden next to a cabinet, perfect for you to hide behind while kneeling :< he's not that considerate though, he still forces you to be vigilant while he makes you choke on his length without a care - you can't give him away, not in a compromising position like this!!

he sneaks into your bathroom and showers with your hair product and soap whenever he feels lonely. he's too musty to change his clothing and wear some of yours, but he's not above nicking your clothes detergent whenever your scent starts fading away.

billy is also in the habit of hiding in the shower behind the partially see-through curtain, lurking - his presence makes you hum in greeting as you wash your hands in the sink. he might stick his hard cock out from behind the curtain and giggle as it bobs just in your line of sight. if you decide to glance up at the tall silhouette while you take him down your throat, you'll see his hands scrunching the material into a wrinkled mess. at least you have billy's musty cardigan to kneel on, bruised knees are never fun

if you fall asleep while studying on your desk, he'll scuttle down and shift you ontop of the bed - he can't have his object of affection feeling under the weather. strained muscles and unnecessary soreness are gonna get in the way of your fun time with billy!

you might think you're going insane from time to time... don't worry though. the giggles, shuffling and faint moans echoing in your head are real, he's living directly above you after all. nothing to worry about :<

he is a little bit of a hoarder and definitely a thief - from strands of your hair on the floor to dirty tissues that landed in the bin after a masturbation session, it all ends up in billy's little gross pile of stuff in the corner of his lair

billy is creepy and definitely sneaks into your room at night to jerk off furiously in the corner - he loves looming in the shadows as his tip leaks like a broken faucet, groaning at the peaceful sight of you sleeping without a care. if he's feeling adventurous, he'll use your limp hand to hold his balls as he drips all over your mattress and strokes his length

whenever he's bored of the stashed porn mags in the attic, billy watches you below as you study and his hand wanders south. he uses your speed of writing as the metronome of his strokes and tries his best to not fuck his hand at the thought of giving you some 'under the desk support'

while you're out in classes, he beelines towards your bed and takes a nap in your bed, cuddling with one of your plushies. you may have caught him mid-snooze more than once, but you'd best not bring up how cute the stinky man looks or else he'll start sulking

billy guilt trips you into paying more attention to him - he needs someone to talk to plus he can fuck you too, what else could you possibly want? you see how needy he is firsthand when you return after class, walking in on him pinching his nipples as he bucks his hips and humps into your pillow. his desperate whines of your name tug at your heartstrings as you coo at his pathetic display. he really does get lonely though - billy likes imagining how it would feel to be hugged by you whenever he's feeling chilly upstairs

he will sit on your face as he gets off on demeaning you, sensually running his fingers over his cockhead as he rests his tight balls on the bridge of your nose. he has a knack for degrading you but isn't able to resist praising you, babbling about how good you're being for him and how hard he is because of you

he scatters polaroid cum tributes around your room whenever he visits without you noticing. all of the photos he took of you are eerie and at angles that could only be explained by him tailing you throughout your day-to-daylife. don't feel paranoid though, he's only wanting to ensure your safety! unfortunately, the evidence of his lurking was too tempting for him... it's now permanently stained with evidence of his lust. hope you like the present

billy asks you to buy him a vibrator for christmas! why- what do you mean no? but he gets lonely, he'll need something to keep him company. would you change your mind if he says you can use it on him too? :>

he cleans up your room to the best of his ability! he's not all altruistic though... billy steals your chewed pencils, sniffs your dirty underwear and swaps out your sweaty pillowcases to cuddle with and huff your scent from later

billy lenz is actually gross. he will want to bend over you and bury his nose into your chest, armpits and crotch after a long day. your sweat is such a turn-on for him, his cock swelling the moment you swing open your dorm door with a tired groan

if he wants to be more submissive to you, he'll beg you to help him cum by lightly grinding your foot into his throbbing cock. billy's bulge may strain against his sweatpants and tears may roll down his face, but the damp patch betrays his filthy arousal as it grows progressively bigger. the moment you comment on his enjoyment, he flushes deep red and his masochistic grin betrays how drunk he is on the pressure of your foot

tie him to a chair with old christmas lights he found in the attic, the glass bulb clinking together as he shivers at your teasing - slowly suck his cock and trail up to his tip with your tongue, edging him to the point of tears. he drools as you squeeze his cock slightly in his hand and scold him for being such a pervert

_ _ _ _ _

amab hcs

he mutters how soft your skin is and how handsome you look under him. yes, he might narrate the entire time (in third person, nonetheless) but billy never fails to groan how amazing you feel as you clench around him

if you lie quietly in bed, you'll hear obscene and muffled ramblings about your 'juicy piggy cock' and billy's perverted fantasies drifting down from the paneled ceiling

if you roll onto your back throughout a night when billy pays you a visit, he'll palm and kiss at your bulge as you sleep. he hisses in delight whenever you hump into his warm mouth, muffled noises becoming breathier with each passing moment. his guilty pleasure is dragging his tongue along your length and hearing your bleary whimpers

find two dildos that have a similar size and shape as you! he is pretty inexperienced in same-sex relationships, so why not help him practice? it'll be much easier for him to train his hole and gag reflex if he can practice on your size, even when you're away from your dorm :>

billy gets extremely jealous whenever you speak to anyone ever :( if he catches you planning a date or even talking to someone else, he'll whine a lot more than normal and sniffle down the line the next time you pick up the receiver. he might be able to pass it off as his normal attitude and shenanigans, but you know him better than he gives you credit for. invite him down to your room, cuddle him for a bit and fuck him into the mattress to show how much you care - whisper about how good he's being for you and mark up his neck with love bites

tangle your fingers in his hair as you kiss down his jaw, guiding him to sit in your lap as you shift in your seat and buck up into him. watch as his eyes roll and his tongue lolls as you hit his prostate over and over, fucking him dumb so easily

_ _ _ _ _

afab hcs

he mutters how soft your skin is and how pretty you look under him. yes, he might narrate the entire time (in third person, nonetheless) but he groans out how amazing you feel as you take him down to the balls

if you lie quietly in bed, you'll hear obscene and muffled ramblings about your 'pretty piggy cunt' and billy's perverted fantasies drifting down from the paneled ceiling

billy cums all over your pussy as you sleep, leaving you to blearily wake up in confusion as it cools on your skin. it's already a messy cleanup, so be thankful he didn't choose to mark his territory your whole body

he wants you to sit on his face!! billy will eat you out like no tomorrow, throbbing and leaking uncontrollably into your sheets. he slurps and sucks on your clit until you see stars - despite his inexperience, his vigor and obvious enjoyment makes up for his sloppy movements

he squishes and squeezes at your tits as he sits crisscross on your mattress, staring in fascination. his excitement visibly increases at every mewl and whine from your mouth, jolting at your louder noises and chuckling at your breathless gasps. the softness of your breasts always catches him off-guard, his constant need to cum all over your chest becoming more and more obvious

the lewd sounds of him stroking his cock and you fingering your cunt are all the more prevalent whenever you're lying down together and he's spooning you. he's panting into your hair, wrapping his free arm around your waist from behind as you circle you clit firmly. the obscene, sloppy sounds echoing throughout your room end up on replay in both your heads for the next day

_ _ _ _ _

ftm hcs

he mutters how soft your skin is and how handsome you look under him. yes, he might narrate the entire time (in third person, nonetheless) but he groans out how amazing you feel as you take him to the hilt

if you lie quietly in bed, you'll hear obscene and muffled ramblings about your 'wet piggy hole' and billy's perverted fantasies drifting down from the paneled ceiling

billy cums all over your boypussy as you sleep, leaving you to blearily wake up in confusion as it cools on your skin. it's already a messy cleanup, so be thankful he didn't choose to mark your skin up as well. he's a notorious biter and will not shy away from leaving bruises to ward off competition

he loves cornering you against your wall in the middle of the night - everything from the feeling of your arousal coating onto his fingers as he jerks you off, to the sharpness of your teeth biting into his shoulders as you muffle yourself. his favourite part is feeling your muscles slowly relaxing as you come down from your high

he suckles on your tcock as you leak down and coat his chin in your cum. billy will be a menace and run his cockhead against your hole and use your precum to jack off, coating your heated skin in his thick spend

he loves hearing how ruined the both of you become whenever you fuck yourself on his cock - he has the perfect vantage point to watch you bounce on his lap as he digs his fingers into your waist, sloppy sounds echoing around the room as his balls slap against your ass. billy's panting whimpers sound so pretty as he grits his teeth whenever you clench on his length

_ _ _ _ _

mtf hcs

he mutters how soft your skin is and how pretty you look under him. yes, he might narrate the entire time (in third person, nonetheless) but he groans out how amazing you feel as you clench around him. he has a habit of burying his nose in your hair whenever he bottoms out, needing to be drowned in your scent and the feeling of your pussy

if you lie quietly in bed, you'll hear obscene and muffled ramblings about your 'pretty piggy hole' and billy's perverted fantasies drifting down from the paneled ceiling

if you roll onto your back throughout the night, he mouths at your bulge as you sleep. he hisses in delight whenever you hump into his warm mouth, muffled noises becoming breathier with each throb against his lips

he will swipe a lipstick or two for you - the sight of you with it smeared all over your face after a rough facefucking makes him giggle with glee, the pigment staining the base of his cock. he thinks you're all the more beautiful when he gets to ruin your makeup after you're all done up for him

billy latches onto your tits whenever you're shirtless - he loves leaving teeth marks and bruises around your nipples, practically marking his territory. he especially loves when the purple love-bites peek out over the cup of your bra :>

he loves bending you over your bed whenever he fucks you, your face buried in your pillow to muffle you loud noises as your girlcock dribbles all over your sheets. it's not like billy isn't making a mess either - his drool flying everywhere as he fucks you in a frenzy, balls slapping against the back of your pretty thighs. no matter how much or how deep he cums in you, it always dribbles back out of you and stains your bedding with the drying droplets

_ _ _ _ _

if modern day billy lenz had a ph account and made videos of him masturbating in the dark (while making his weird noises and shit), he would have a solid fanbase of weirdos who find it creepy and hot. i'm saying this as someone who would watch him religiously btw :>

thanks for reading. lmk if you liked it. if i got anything wrong, don't hesitate to tell me.

stay safe.

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[mugeesworld]

Hello hellooooo. Feeling shy rn so I am on anon 😺. How are YOU doing? Hopefully well 😁. I see you’re asking for some requests so I have come with one! Preferably SFW, but suggestive is okay too, just nothing too nsfw pls 🥹. I’ve been kinda lost lately? Just feeling pretty bad and feeling like I don’t belong anywhere so I was wondering if you could write something about this with Fem!Reader x Zoro. It can be headcanons or a fic, whatever you feel inspired to write.

Basically reader just feels worthless to everyone. She’s part of their crew and feels lonely sometimes bc she can’t do anything right and just feels like a nuisance. So she starts acting more distant and not smiling as widely. Listens to Nami’s problems, but never tries to talk about her own problems. But Zoro notices it all. So how does he go about addressing the issue and comforting reader?

I hope this all makes sense 😭 feel free to make them lovers or just in the crushing stage? Idk, whatever feels right to you.

And if this doesn’t inspire you to write then you can also ignore this! Thank you 💗

Hi there! I'm doing fantastic lately! Thank you sm for asking♥︎ I'm sorry you're feeling like this right now! I love this idea sm! People always make Zoro sound like some heartless beast ya know. But I think since Zoro keeps to himself he definitely notices things other people would miss. And ofc I'll keep it's sfw! You sound like such a kind and gentle person. I hope whatever you're going through works out for the best! ♥︎♥︎♥︎

Distant Crewmate Fem!Reader x Zoro ♥︎

!Sfw!

You are the most recent joined member of the Straw Hat pirates. Luffy asked you to join after seeing both your skill and your caring/gentle personality. He automatically knew you were someone he could rely on and wanted you on his crew!

Whenever the crew needed advice or someone to listen to them they knew they could ask you. Even if it was just a simple question. You always had the most realistic and helpful advice. Cause of all of that you are known as the strawhats strategist! The crew wouldn't have it any other way. Cause at times when Luffy would rush in with out a plan or if something went wrong you always kept your calm and figured out a plan!

Even though all of the crew liked you their is one member that definitely treated you different from the others. Zoro.

Zoro sees you as someone he wants to keep safe. Even though he would probably never admit that. He sees how hard you try. And even though you're not crazy strong like him and the other members physically. You are very strong mentally. And he looks up to you for that. Having such a big responsibility like yours is not a easy job. And he knows that. Having people rely on you whenever something bad would happen. Having to keep not only yourself calm but everyone around you. He doesn't know how you do it.

So since zoro is more on the quiet side and keeps to himself. He notices when you start becoming distant. Noticing how you are spacing out when people talk to you. How you seem to always be in a daze, stuck in your thoughts. And how you started to isolate yourself in your room. Sometimes even skipping meals. But always saying you're just tired.

How your smile he so dearly loved to see start to fade. He couldn't help but notice that....

This concerned zoro. But when he brought it up to the crew they didn't know what he was talking about and brushed it off. It's not like they don't care. You are just very good at hiding it. Zoro kept a eye on you at all times. Sometimes even falling asleep next to you on purpose so you wouldn't isolate yourself more.

But when it was yalls turn to keep watch one night he had to ask what was going on. Zoro knows he's not the best at comforting people. And that he tends to come off as dense but he truly wants to help you. He cares about your health.

So their you two are sitting beside each other. Waiting for night to pass. In silence. Not a awkward silence but a peaceful, comforting silence. He enjoys spending time with you like this. Sometimes stealing a glance every once in a while.

"Hey y/n can we....talk?"

You quickly pop your head up to look at him. "Of course zoro. I'll happily listen!" you try to say cheerfully but it comes out weak. Zoro takes a deep breath. "Well that's sorta what I wanted to talk about. I know you will listen but.... I want to listen to you this time."

He watches as your breath hitches and your eyes widden. You try to smile but he can still tell it's not the same. "What do you mean? I don't have anything to talk about..." you chuckle. Playing with your hands.

Zoro grabs your hands. Holding them in his. "I know I'm not as good as you at listening but I want to know what's going on y/n. Why are you acting so distant?" he looks up at you. Staring right into your eyes. Desperate for a answer.

You look away. Staring at yalls hands. "I just... I just feel like a nuisance. Like a burden. I'm not strong like you guys. And my last plan didn't go as I planned and-" you try to say, starting to feel panicked and overwhelmed. "Hey hey just slow down. It's ok. You are strong. Hell you're probably stronger then me honestly. I mean you're the only person I know that can come up with a plan so quickly. And you're not a nuisance y/n." he trails off rubbing small circles on your hand with his thumb trying to calm you down.

You feel tears swell up in your eyes. "B-But I want to keep y'all safe and what happened last time nearly got y'all badly hurt...if y'all did get hurt I wouldn't be able to protect y'all well cause I'm not strong" you wipe your eyes with you palm.

"You do keep us safe. Your strategies keep us safe. Think about it this way. We keep you safe with physical strength and you keep us safe with mental strength. No one on this crew has both of those things y/n. Not as good as you at least. The only reason we nearly got hurt was cause WE messed up YOUR plan. That wasn't your fault. It was ours for being reckless."

"But what about-"

"Y/n listen! Their is no but. You are the best strategist. You are strong. You are important to this crew. If you think that was bad before then you don't want to know what would of happened if you didn't give us a plan to start with. Cause I can promise I wouldn't be sitting here with you right now if you didn't give us that plan. If you want to get more strong physically I will train you but their is no reason to stress over it."

Zoro grabs your shoulders. "I don't want to see you like this anymore y/n. I miss your smile....."

He pulls you into a hug. Something you never thought you would experience. You wrap your arms around his back, holding him tightly.

"I care about you y/n....ill listen to you. I promise."

♥︎

This was my first ever request and comfort story so I hope you like it! Idk if I like it or not! I tried to stay in his character. Idk if I did to well on that tho😓 I tried to make his comfort seem more aggressive then usual comfort I guess. Well it's not like it cost money or anything! So if it's bad it's bad lol💀🤦‍♀️

Grammer mistakes probably happened a lot in this so I apologize!

THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING!!! ♥︎♥︎♥︎

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[ave09]

Ok so you've inspired me ahah, could I request a William x reader where the reader replaces Adaline, and Ellis is her new bff that's convinced her to accompany him on a weekend at his divorced dad's house? And things happen kinda like in the movie where he recognizes her but she doesn't dare tell him the truth and once he realizes that 1) it's her, 2) she's not dating his son, and 3) she still loves him too, he does everything to seduce her again. I imagine him being self-conscious about his age/appearance and reader would reassure him. Hope this is ok, thank you!!

i love this smmmm!

age

william jones x reader

note: if y’all haven’t seen age of adaline, PLS WATCH! it’s so good!

“come onnn! it’ll be fun!” you shook your head lightly, “i don’t know, ellis. are you sure i’d be welcome?” you didn’t want to just barge into your new friend’s life. ellis shook his head, “please, barge in? no, my dad would love to have you! he’s just a lonely old man, and seeing me wouldn’t do him too much, y’know?”

“sure ellis.” 

you weren’t too keen on meeting others. considering your past. for you were 107 years old. due to an accident that you truly didn’t understand.  but from the age of 

 35, you has not physically changed at all, remaining exactly the same. you’d undergone many aliases in order to keep your condition a secret. as of right now, your name was leia thompson, by the end of the month, you’d become sara slater, leia thompson being completely forgotten. 

if only you’d gotten to know ellis sooner. maybe you could’ve had a good friendship. 

the man took the clean mug that you were drying from your hands, “please. it would be fun.” you pursed your lips. what the hell, you’d be gone soon enough. 

“y’know what? sure. i’d love to join you. as long as i can drive.” 

“fine by me.” 

— — — 

the drive went by quicker then expected. it has been a very long time since you’d been behind the wheel, considering this is how you had ended up in that accident in the first place. 

but with ellis, you felt… safe. you didn’t know why, he just had some sort of element to him that seemed all too familiar, but also comforting. 

you and ellis arrived at his father’s house a little later then expected, mainly due to traffic, but you’d arrived. ellis had helped you retrieve your single suitcase, while he grabbed his other bags. your gaze fell upon the nice house before you, noticing how it looked as though all the lights were off. you furrowed your brows, “are you sure your dad’s not asleep?”

“he always waits up, leia… at least, i hope he is, cause..” ellis paused, letting out a soft laugh, “i don’t have a key.” 

your eyes widened, “you don’t carry a key to your father’s house?” he smiled sheepishly, “i’m usually here earlier in the day..” you couldn’t help but laugh, “well, let’s hope your dad’s awake then.” you took the handle of your suitcase, pulling it down the driveway towards the front door, ellis walking in front of you. as you walked up the porch, caught by surprise as the door was pulled open. “took you long enough.” he said, sounding somewhat grumpy and somewhat relieved. you refrained from frowning. something about his voice seemed so familiar. 

“dad, there’s someone i’d like you to meet-“

“(f/n)?”

you were taken aback immediately. you hadn’t heard that name in a very long time. 

and suddenly you recognized him. william jones. could it really be?

“(f/n)? (f/n) (l/n)?” 

you shook your head slowly, “no-no. that’s-thats my mother.” the lie was out before you could even stop yourself. the older man blinked slowly, as though trying to register what you’d said. 

cautiously, you extended a hand, “i’m leia. leia thompson.” you said softly. he took your hand slowly, giving it a firm shake.

oh, the amount of times you’d held this hand before. even after all these years your hand still fit perfectly in his.

“wait, you knew her mom? what a small world we live in!” ellis exclaimed. you forced a smile, trying to slip your hand away from william, only for him to hold on a second longer. his adam’s apple bobbed as he dropped your hand.

what a small world indeed.

— — —

you didn’t know how to process this. never in a million years would you think that ellis would be the son of william jones.. a man who you still continued to love to this day.

and seeing him, it set something off inside of you. those feelings that had hardly faded away came rushing back.

it didn’t matter that he’d aged. he was still just as handsome as the day you’d last seen him… the day you left him…

you had gone to bed immediately upon arrival. you couldn’t face him. not yet. 

awaking earlier the next morning, you prayed that william hadn’t changed into an early bird. you had left ellis a note on your bed, letting you know that you were going to be taking a walk. 

you headed downstairs, only to be met face to face with william. your heart pounded in your chest as you tried to act as normal as possible. “good morning,” you greeted.

he smiled softly, “hey, good morning-“ he paused, shaking his head lightly, “i just can’t get over how alike you two look-your mother, i mean.” 

you nodded, “we do look pretty similar, huh?” 

william let out a laugh, “you can say that again… uh… if you don’t mind me asking.. how is she?” 

you frowned, “she-she passed away a few years ago.” your heart ached as a heartbroken expression crossed his features.

“oh.. i’m sorry to hear that.” 

“it’s okay.” 

the two of you then stood in an awkward silence for a moment before his hazel eyes scanned you for a second, “going for a run?” 

“a walk. i’m not much of a runner.” you said, “nice talking to you, william.” you then slipped past him as quickly as possible before heading down the hallway and out the door.

and while all seemed normal for you, william jones was going through it. for as you has passed by him, he’d taken notice of a somewhat large scar near your hairline.

and your words, i’m not much of a runner.

that was the very first sentence (f/n) (l/n) had ever said to him all those years ago. she was seated on the street curb, tying her shoe. william had walked past her, “nice day for a run.” 

and she’d replied, “i’m not much of a runner.”

and then that scar. he was with her the day she got it. they were on a hike in the woods, and she’d glanced back at him, not taking notice of the large tree branch ahead. 

she’d always been so clumsy, and ended up running into it. considering the injury was on your forehead, it had been quite bloody, but he had patched you up.

there’s no way in hell that you weren’t (f/n) (l/n)… but there was only one way to know for sure.

— — —

you returned back to the house to find ellis’ car gone. you retrieved your phone from your pocket to find that he’d texted you claiming he was going to the store to pick up a few things.

this meant that you were going to be alone with william…. what could go wrong?

turns out, a lot. 

you entered the house, heading into the kitchen for some water to find william waiting for you. you furrowed your brows, “hello?”

“i know.” 

you froze, trying to play it cool. “what?” 

he passed you a small photograph, one that you had forgotten about. in the photo, was you and a young william. this was the only time you’d shown your face and taken a photo since the accident. 

“you and my mom were close huh?”

“look closer,” he urged, pointing at you, “the same scar on here,” he then gently pointed to your own forehead, “is here.” 

and as though all of it suddenly clicked, he gasped softly. “it is you… but… but how?”

you sighed softly, “william..”

“please. the least you could is explain how you’re standing before me looking exactly the same as you did all those years ago.” 

you ran a hand through your hair, sinking into a chair at the table, “it’s a long story…”

“i’ll listen.” he took a seat across from you, sending you an expecting look. your lips quivered, “i-i was in an accident. in 1931.” william’s eyes widened slightly but he remained silent. “i haven’t aged since.” you whispered. 

“is this a condition..”

“i don’t know.”

william frowned, “so… so this is your life, huh? on the run. that..” he paused, glancing up at you, a look of realization crossing his face. “that’s why you left?” 

slowly you nodded. william exhaled deeply, “it all makes sense now.” 

“william…” you dared to reach across the small table, placing your hand atop his. “i saw you that day. on the bench.” tears sprung to your eyes, “i… i didn’t want too leave you. i really didn’t… you have to know… i never stopped loving you.” 

the man smiled softly, “… i don’t think i ever stopped either. maybe… maybe that’s why my marriage failed.. because as much as i loved cathy… i was thinking of you.” a single tear slipped down your face, choking back a sob.

“william…” you sighed deeply, “ellis doesn’t know. he can’t know. you-you can’t tell him.” 

he nodded, “i understand.” an awkward silence engulfed them. you could tell william wished to say something, but as you opened your mouth to speak, he blurted, “are you dating my son?” 

“ellis? god no. we’re friends, nothing more.” 

william did his best to hide his relief. his lips quirked up slightly, “oh…” you nodded, “yeah..” another awkward silence filled the air.  you cleared your throat, “uh-i should go get ready for the day..” 

the man nodded, “of course, i didn’t mean to keep you-“

“it’s okay william. i promise.” you retracted your hand from his, standing up from your seat, “thank you.” 

“what for?”

“everything. you’re such a kind wonderful man, and i can see you’ve only gotten more wonderful with age.” you cringed at how the words left your mouth. “sorry-it’s just… it’s nice to have someone like you to listen.” 

“oh… you’re welcome.” sending him a smile, you exited the kitchen, leaving william alone.

he still couldn’t believe it. you were here, you were actually you. and… he thought back to your words, ‘i never stopped loving you’. 

does that mean that even now you still had feelings for him? that you still loved him? 

— — —

little did he know. you did. 

you loved him beyond compare. even with his aging, he was still the most handsome man you’ve ever laid your eyes upon. and your feelings only continued to grow the more you’d been around him. 

you still couldn’t believe you’d told him the truth.  and in all honesty, part of you was beginning to regret it. 

for william was doing everything in his power to subtlety impress you-dare you say seduce you-without catching ellis’ attention. 

it was very subtle of course, but you knew. every little thing he did was a salute to your relationship. and oh, how you missed it.  

how you missed him. 

and as much as you wanted to act on your feelings, you knew you couldn’t. even ellis was starting to become suspicious.

“i didn’t know that you liked older men.” 

the question caught you offguard. you set down the dish you were drying, “what?”

“ya think i don’t see it?” you furrowed your brows, “ellis, what are you talking about?”

“it’s kinda obvious, leia.” a frown tugged at your lips, “i don’t know what you’re talking about.” he placed his hands upon his hips, giving you a knowing look. “since you arrived, my dad hasn’t been able to take his eyes off of you. and as far as i can tell, you haven’t been able too either.”

your frown deepened. 

“i mean, i don’t care or anything, you’re what, thirty-three?”

“thirty-five.” you corrected. 119. 

“age gap isn’t too bad.. but i suppose age is just a number.” 

if only you knew, sweet boy. 

“ellis-“

“it’s just-he’s so happy around you, leia.” you couldn’t help but smile.

maybe this could work out… maybe… maybe you could tell ellis the truth… and maybe… just maybe… you could be happy with william.

— — —

you found him outside, gazing up at the stars.  a smile tugged at your lips as you walked outside, two mugs of tea in hand.

“hi william.” you greeted softly. he turned, a bright smile tugging on his lips, “hi leia.” it still felt so strange hearing him say that name.

“how are you this evening?” you asked, passing him a mug, which he took gratefully. “i’m doing good, how are you?”

“fine.” you replied. the two of you fell into a silence before william suddenly spoke up, “ellis spoke to me today-“

“i know he did.” you replied, only assuming he’d have had the same conversation he had with you. 

“(f/n), i’m sorry, what i’ve been doing, it’s stupid and i just-“

“i wanna be with you.” 

the words slipped out before you could even register what you were saying. william’s hazel eyes widened, your words catching him offguard. “you what?” 

slowly you nodded, “i want to be with you, william. i was honest when i said i never stopped loving you, and being here these past couple days, my love has only grown.” 

it was a long shot, but you were willing to try. “so if you’ll have me, i’d like to try this again, do it properly this time.”

“how can you want this?” his voice was soft, “i mean,” he gestured to himself, “look at me, look at you. you’re still so young, so beautiful. and me… well i’m just an old bag of bones.” he mumbled sadly. 

“oh william,” you set your mug down on the chair beside you, cupping his face, gently caressing his cheeks, “william, i don’t care about your age, or appearance. you wanna know how old i am? 119,” his eyes widened more if it was even possible, eliciting a laugh from you. “mhm exactly, and as for your appearance, you’re so very handsome, william. just as handsome as you were all those years ago.” 

“you think so?” he asked softly. “i know so.” not wanting to overstep, you kissed his cheek softly, smiling at him. “so what do you say? shall we start over?”

he let out a laugh before pulling your hands away from his face, “hello there, i’m william jones. and you are?” he asked, extending a hand towards you. 

“(f/n). (f/n) (l/n).”

#harrison ford #harrison ford x reader #harrison ford movies #indiana jones x reader #han solo #han solo x reader #indiana jones #star wars #age of adaline #william jones x reader

[mishwanders]

HI AGAIN MISH ITS A DIFFERENT KINDA REQUEST NOW

I wanna dance with Sky👉👈

Like

I wanna be silly with him and just bring out the most horrendous dances known to man and make him laugh like a dork🥺

NAH CAUSE SAME - Man’s probably got some fancy footwork he knows from all the sword fighting and here I am only knowing how to two-step, line dance, or some amalgamation of the Lonely Boy by The Black Keys music video dance.

Characters: Lu Sky x GN!Reader

A/N+Warnings: N/A, safe for everyone. Written by Mishwanders - pls do not repost.

Sky sat with his back rested against the tree, his eyes closed as he played his harp, listening to the tune as he plucked its strings and how it with the rest of the sounds of nature surrounding him. It was relaxing, a small moment of respite amidst the egregious travels. The moment was made even better, especially considering that he was in your presence.

You were attempting to practice your footwork the way he’d shown you countless times before, to which you personally found easier when there was music in the air. To your surprise, you’d finally gotten down amidst his tune, squealing happily to the point that it distracted him from the strings.

“Sky! Okay that again - watch me!”

Sky watched you curiously as he began to play his tune again. A smile crosses his face though when he realizes you’ve finally learned what he’d shown you, but then amused confusion settled on him when he saw you doing some other odd dance with the sword that he assumed must have been from your time.

“What in Hylia’s name -“ he laughed

“What? I’m doing a victory dance! This is exactly what I’m going to do when we kick the Shadows ass!” You stated happily.

Sky chuckled as he stood up, making his way closer to you. “Well if that’s the dance you’re planning on doing once he’s gone, I wanna do it with you!”

Your smile was practically beaming at the mention of him wanting to join in. “Then c’mere, c’mere, let me show you how!”

You pulled him beside you, showing him how exactly you did the dance. He picked up on it quickly, and so there you two were in the middle of a field, practicing your little victory dance and giggling at how silly everything was.

Warriors and Legend happened to be walking by while you two were in your own little world. Warriors tilted his head, confused and curious about what in the world was going on.

“What are they -“

Legend quickly interrupted him, knowing where his question was going. “I never know with them and at this point I’m too afraid to ask.”

#linked universe #linked universe x reader #linked universe x you #the chain x reader #linked universe fanfic #linked universe fic #lu sky x reader #sfe #writing: Sky

[jayswing101]

I just got back from spending time in Nawash for some training with work, and there was a lot of special moments that I can't share or don't feel ready to talk about, but there's one from the first day we got there that I do really want to share

That first night, we were all gathered around the fire, just kinda taking the time to relax and get to know each other bc we all work remotely and this is the first time we're meeting in person. While we're at the fire, a family from toronto comes over and asks if they can join us bc their 3-year-old wants to watch the fire

The parents are bilingual and speak both english and mandarin, but the little boy only speaks mandarin, and his parents said he'd been lonely while they were on holiday bc none of the other kids could speak mandarin and they didn't want to play with him bc of the language barrier. At this point, the little boy is standing near me, throwing small sticks he's finding on the ground into the fire, and I'm like. What the heck. I know a tiny bit of mandarin, maybe i can interact with him a bit, give him one moment of friendship at least

Me: *pointing at his really cool dinosaur hat* 你的帽子好看啊！

Him: 🥺😄😁 谢谢！你看看！这是我宝贝！你看看，你看看！

He comes right over and sits on the log beside mine and shows me his little orange ball. And then he puts it on the log in front of him and starts pushing the ball off the log onto the ground

The first few times, I just pick the ball up, give it back to him, and then he pushes it off again, but eventually I change it up a bit. When he pushes the ball off, I pretend like I can't find it

Me: 宝贝在哪儿？

Him: *giggling* 在这儿！

I "find" the ball and give it back, then he pushes it off again

Me: 在哪儿？

Him: 在这儿，在这儿！

We played that for a solid hour, and he kept giggling and laughing the whole time, and his parents both looked so happy that he was finally having fun on their trip. And it's just. That's the whole point of languages right? To talk to people, make new friends, build connections. Make a lonely little boy laugh as he points at his very visible orange ball and tells you "it's right there!!"

There's a lot of (lowkey condescending) people that ask me why I "bother" learning languages they see as useless or too difficult, and that's exactly why I love doing it. Bc you never know when the tiny bit of mandarin you know will make a kid laugh, or when your "useless" irish will make an old lady smile bc she misses home, or when the bits of ukrainian you picked up 5 years ago will help a refugee family find the foodbank. Language is at the heart of every culture and every community, and it's never a waste of time to learn a new one. The more languages you learn, the more people you can talk to, the more connections you can build and smiles you can share

Anyways thanks for coming to lecture, pls grab a new language on your way out so you too can make a smol child laugh

#it was actually so cute how excited he was just to push the ball off and have me ask 'where is it?' just so he could go 'it's there!' #we did both go rogue a couple times and hide the ball in our hands instead of pushing it off/picking it up #in that case the person holding the ball would ask 在哪儿？and the other would point at a hand and say 在这儿！ #if it was in that hand we'd go back to pushing it off/picking it up #but if it wasn't in that hand the ball hider would open their empty hand again and say 没有 and hide the ball again #the little boy laughed and laughed the whole time and his mom took a bunch of photos bc it was the first time he'd smiled that whole trip #and like. ive felt stupid and silly for learning chinese and mandarin before but it's all worth it for the joy it brought that kid #even that time i failed at reciting my speech and made a fool of myself in front of the ambassador of china #even that's worth it for how it helped make that interaction possible #languages #story time #jay jabbers

[bejaeyoung]

hello everyone!

this is velvet (beyuwol) with a second muse!! sorry for the incredibly late intro i have no excuse (got and started my first 9 to 5 job after i sent my reserve in so that was perfect timing all around!) so i will just continue on with introducing my new guy.

he’s song jaeyoung jay! pls call him jay he’s trying to get rid of his name as a whole LMAO. and because i haven’t finished his pages underneath the cut i’ll have a few tidbits about him plus plot ideas. woo!

what do they always say? right! LIKE THIS POST if you’d like to plot and i’ll cha cha slide right into your ims. i also have discord / twitter upon request so feel free to ask for those too. on with the circus show!

TRIVIA

born to politicians who have gotten used to using what influence they have for their own favours and he grew up in a rather toxic household

his sister is hannaxbe and he’s the only one he loves under that roof, would fight lions for her

grew up to be a reckless and impulsive child. his parents can’t be assed to figure out how to parent so they’d often drop him off at their family friend’s orphanage because they thought he would learn something from being around other children

ended up loving being there more than he does at home. would go along with them to charity performances, would grow up loving to perform for the children, that’s where he fell in love with music as a whole really

parents are still terrible politicians, they’d try to hone his skills so he’d look like the perfect child but he refuses to join any of their corrupt companies and kept up with charity performances (which they let him because it ‘makes the family look good’ but that pisses him off too)

currently a criminal justice major even tho his parents want him to be a politician too

became an underground producer called PROD. J! would have loved collabing with people and even being a ghost writer for anyone tbh. tho the latter he would be picky about

is also a vtuber on youtube! has a separate channel for that. sometimes he uploads song covers too, but it’s mostly a gaming channel. there’s a specific date where he uploads song covers tho

his vtuber vibes would be mostly like watarai hibari or claude clawmark both from njsj if you know them

his brain runs 10 miles per hour and he likes making people laugh even though he looks like an emo boy and refuses to cut his hair

would also draw notes on walls and floors if he’s suddenly hit with inspiration so there’s that too. dwbi

may come off as arrogant at times… he doesn’t mean to be sometimes he just talks

he’s… kinda lonely but never acknowledges that!!!!

wears headphones wherever he goes

PLOT IDEAS

friends he might have made from the orphanage!

in that same vein ^ childhood friends. the only ones who still call him jaeyoung probably lol

gaming friends/streamer friends that he would’ve collabed with as a vtuber

people who might have commissioned his underground producer services, he could ghostwrite too tbh

people who watches his vtubing streams and figured out that the weirdo drawing on walls is the guy behind the model LMAO

highschool friends! would’ve known his identity as underground producer & vtuber from the get go

an ex he wouldn’t have been serious about because his heart lies… elsewhere xd

trainee friends that he can bother and convince to sneak out and let loose and have a bit of fun training isn’t all there is to life!

well he’s kind of annoying so i’m sure there will be people out there who don’t click with his rather eccentric vibe… but might wanna work with him solely for his music capabilities?

someone who thinks he’s wasting his potential by being a… weirdo

someone who might’ve caught him in one of the charity performances and oh! he’s not that bad…? thought he was just like his infamous parents!

someone who knew him from his family name / thru fancy events / nepobaby connections. could be negative or positive!

he can play the guitar & piano/keyboard too for those who wanna have jam sessions!

if you have ideas of your own pls hmu bc i love brainstorming too!!

#be:intro #/ back to attempting sleep #will get to welcome messages soon 🙏 #and going thru the masterlist lol

[neoyuno]

ok I’m done being salty abt the kiss scene

it was kinda cute tbh ㅠㅠ (only bc of him)

plus I accepted it’s just acting

i cant stay mad at him - 😭🤞🏼❤️

YES JOIN ME CAUSE I AM LONELY HERE! I don’t get why people aren’t feeling butterflies seeing that man pls like just imagine the girl’s a mannequin since she acting like one 💀

#his lips just look so freakinf soft like lemme try bro #asks #tinted-peaches #jaehyun smut

[lokislytherin]

jaeyeol missing anon here….

i’m literally in shock… no words.. can express what i’m feeling now…. HEAHRAHFAHFSJFZ *muffled screaming*

now that he’s back and joining the crew, i’m sure we’ll see way more of him now AS WE SHOULD 😤😤 but yes, thank you ptj… STILL i really hope he didn’t bring jay back just because he so very conveniently forgot him and he’s only back for some daily dose of queerbaiting but instead, i want jay back because he was planned to come back since the start and he’s actually here to get in on some of the action to show his true potential and so we have a chance to see his backstory…! BUT WHATEVER I’M LIVING IN THE PRESENT I MISS HIM SO MUCH AAAAAAA 😭🥹😩😩😩❤️❤️❤️

hello hello! i think we are both in shock rn i could not believe my eyes when i saw the chapter i was just like :O for half a day before fanfic writer brain started working again and i planned out a whole chainsaw man au in my head at the airport… yes i was on a plane when you sent this ask lol i got home last night

AS WE SHOULD INDEED! ptj please take this as a chance to build jay’s character and make him less 2d bc he has so much potential!!! i wanna see jay’s improvements in battle! i wanna know his probably-tragic (bc we’ve seen everybody else’s) backstory! i wanna know what he’s been doing so bad. ptj pls catch us up on what our blonde baby boy has been doing after you introduce the last member of daniel’s crew. pls. 홍재열 주세요.

let’s live in the present tgt!! i missed jay sm i hope he’s been living well 🥺🥺 i hope he wasn’t too lonely without daniel… must be sad living in a giant penthouse when you’re mute and the guy you like / the only person you’ve probably only ever invited to your penthouse for fun has been mia for god knows how long… home alone for half a day is fine but more than that n i go kinda crazy bc it’s too quiet so jay u can have all my hugs. if ptj won’t give u the happiness u deserve in canon i’ll let you have all of it in my fics i swear on my writer’s honor

also joy content when. hong sibs keeping each other afloat when. ptj-nim im making the hong sibs content i want to see by myself rn but i wanna see more canon interactions bc hong jae siblings are the best siblings in lookism

#jaeyeol misser anon #rinanswersthings #jay hong #hong jaeyeol #lookism #lookism webtoon #unrelated but im devastated rn bc the lookism mobile game got obliterated #i was a jay main #my def build jay… and healer zoe… n main dps daniel…. #i miss mobile game jay #burst animation be assigned magical girl by wealth #lowkey wanna write that au now. magical girl jay. batman but bubblegum pop and drippy and not that emo #alternative au: jay as chat noir from miraculous ladybug the adventures of ladybug n chat noir #yes ik that’s a kid’s show but i have so much to say about a potential chat noir jay au #maybe in another post #홍재열 씨 보고싶다

[barnesbabee]

I leave tumblr for a while and i instantly think "wtf is trixie up to now" as in like what argument or cult have you started this time and im right. There is always something. You are so fun thanks for being on tumblr 🧡

Anywayss few days ago, i was asleep in my room during maghrib (4th daily prayer for muslims). Normally, we dont sleep or be outside during this time. So my dad called my name but i thought i was just hearing things and ignored it. After a while of no response from me, he comes inside my room to wake me up. Besides me is my laptop with my earphones plugged in .... and it was playing " (spicy) BF ASMR" 💀💀 idk if he saw that or not but imagine if he brought it up i would pass out ....

The asmr title is very spicy but the actual audio is just wholesome video game playing. Moral of the story is i am getting way to comfortable in my own home ... but then so tf what?? If i wanna be comfy sexually or not, imma be it! Im not hurting no one. Im just doing me things ....

I wish i had more fun stories to talk to you about but my life is pretty boring. 99.9999% times I am by myself bc I don't really have friends so rarely anything interesting happens. Which is fine but i must admit, it does get lonely sometimes and i find myself getting sad. Not always but there have been times. Maybe the problem is me? But what? I dont think im bad person. Havent hung out with a friend so long i dont think i have much of a personality anymore (likely i dont have one to begin with). Idk how to genuinely feel things besides when it comes to food or kpop bc ... yunho 🧡 and hj 🧡 and jongho 🧡 ppl like you just up to the most absolute shit arguments make my day. Even if i can disagree with you sometimes

Im the type of person who has really intense dreams and remembers a lot of them. But lately I havent been dreaming or if i did, i dont remember. It does worry me ... could something be wrong with me? Who knows.

My mom esp has started to be the "pls stop staying at home and go out with a bf" mom, i would if i had a bf.

Anyways .... i made apple pie. Really delicious i love apple pie. There is also a traditional dessert that is made from coconut & red sugar called koci. Many makers that sell, dont do it properly anymore. But my mom makes THE best kuih koci. I would LOVE to share the recipe to everyone but ..... im kinda selfish 👀

It's been pretty chill recently, I believe everyone who doesn't like me has me blocked cause it's chill out here

first of all, Im judging you for that video, second, where tf else are you supposed to be comfortable my guy

well a lot of people like to be alone, and idk if I would have many friends nowadays cause it's hard to keep up with everyone, but we've been friends for around 17 years now so it's those kinds of friendships that aren't going anywhere you know? So it's a great thing cause even though I have a lot going on I can always still go back to my friends, but it's fine to be alone. I like to be alone sometimes, but if you want to keep friends I suggest you make a little sacrifice from time to time to hang out with friends cause not everyone is ok with having friends they don't see for a long time. It's completely fine to not have many friends but if you feel lonely try to join tinder, there's many girls there who are just looking for friends, idk how else to make friends at my big age lmao when I came to uni I simply joined a group

I do dream a lot, but mostly nightmares which is annoying cause the other day I woke up 3 times in the middle of the night

and apple pie is MY thing. I AM the apple pie maker and I am gatekeeping it

[chilljammer]

made a server; took too long and the bots were fighting

but hey! come join! sneak peaks there and hopefully some fun too! :D

#link #discord #pls join i kinda lonely #chill speaks

[trkstrnd]

me: incoherent mumbles

everyone: what?

me: i said tk strand has an albino corn snake and you can’t change my mind.

#pls i love him #his snake’s name is niko #he got niko as a gift for being one year sober #niko is kinda his ESA #but not certified niko just eases his mind #please join me in this hc #tk strand #911 lone star #owen strand #tarlos #judd ryder #carlos reyes #marjan marwani #paul strickland #mateo chavez #ronen rubinstein

[irul]

ive been thinking..

of making a discord server for disabled/chronically ill woc. should i? im not sure if I'd have the spoons to mod it properly but i do want a support system for us.

(pls reply what u think lol)

#it gets terribly lonely dealing w it by urself #not for mental illnesses btw thats too big n too broad n groups for them probably exist already #alot of mental health issues for for physically disabled ppl stem from the fact we're disabled #(well. more from the way we r treated bc of it actually but still) #and i jus kinda want a space focused on that #n ive not seen one before esp not specifically for woc #if there is pls point me to one? #i'd love to join there but if not i'd like 2 make one :o #t

[radiant-reid]

Unconventional

Summary: Spencer's first one night stand ends up having a lot of strings when he sees her again at work.

y/n and Spencer are friends and they have a one night stand and she gets pregnant but Spencer has like another woman and he's kind of a jerk...happy ending however pls

reader and spencer have a one night stand the night before she joins the team but she gets pregnant and they kinda dare maybe some angst during the pregnancy and maybe reid proposes once their kid is born + fluffy end??

A/n: thank you for these requests ! i tried to bring the angst as much as possible

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (Angsty Smut)

Content Warning: Swearing | Smut (R18) oral (m receiving), fingering, unprotected penetrative sex | pregnancy | vomiting

Word Count: 6.7k

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Y/n had never felt more like a fucking cliche. Sitting in a dimly lit bar, with other equally sad people drowning her sorrows in throat-burning liquor after her more-than-toxic ex-boyfriend started dating another girl. It had all the makings of a shitty rom-com movie.

Even more, cliche was her shameless flirting with the unfairly attractive guy she had happened to sit next to. She hadn't had enough to drink that he was blurry, a fact she was thankful for when she saw his chocolate brown curls and perfect bone structure.

His eyes were pretty, too, but sad. There was a sorrow about Spencer- she thought that's what he said his name was- that she couldn't place and that she didn't really want to know about. Her emotional baggage was far too heavy to add someone else's worries.

The way he held his drink was attractive. The glass of scotch sat comfortably between his forefinger and thumb, giving her the incredible view that was the protruded veins running through his hands.

"Do you know sex burns around 360 calories an hour?" Spencer asked, capturing her attention. She wasn't sure if he was acting apathetic as a way to pick her up or if it was just how he felt about life. Either way, he knew a lot of random facts about everything.

Talking about sex, however, was getting her worked up. "6 a minute?" She replied back, earning a nod. "Spin class burns, like, 800 in an hour." They were close enough her bare knee was touching his clothed one, sending a shiver, not from the alcohol, down her spine.

The bar had nearly cleared out when the time neared midnight as the middle-aged men, who had jobs to go to in the morning, left. Y/n wasn't exactly thinking about the job she had to start in the morning, more like cursing her ex-boyfriend's name for leaving her heartbroken and debating whether or not she should fuck this complete stranger. Just so everything felt like a fresh start.

"Sex also reduces stress and improves sleep." He added, tipping back the last of his drink, past the point of needing to wince.

If the subject of conversation wasn't intentional, then his actions clearly showed he was ready to leave. "Are you trying to get me to sleep with you?" She asked, not bothering to remind him that exercise also did the same thing.

Spencer's eyes widened, and he cleared his throat, as if he was going to take it back in case she was offended. Then it settled when he read her eyes and pupils far more dilated than they should have under the dim light.

"Yes." He settled on, figuring he had literally nothing to lose. What harm could come from sleeping with a stranger to try and kickstart his getting over his girlfriend?

"Alright." Y/n agreed. He was hot, weird in a non-creepy way, smelt expensive, and just as lonely as she was. All the positives for a one-night stand without any resemblance of commitment. She took a big swig of her cocktails, finishing it off before getting out of her seat.

Apparently, he was polite as well, holding the door open for her to step out into the street first. He knew she didn't drive to the bar, and he had no problem with her request to go to her place. Like he was extra concerned about making her feel safe. If she wasn't solely looking for a hookup, Spencer could have been promising boyfriend material.

She shouldn't have been starting her profiling before the morning, but the FBI seminars she'd spent hours at compelled her to. Maybe, she guessed, he was some type of law enforcement.

Or an awful guy who had a wife at home. She tried to shake the thought off when they got inside, both taking their shoes off at the door.

It definitely wasn't a common occurrence for him. Y/n could tell just from the way he hesitated to touch her. Only when he was cupping her cheeks and reading the look in her eyes did he feel more confident. She saw the switch in him a second before he leaned down to kiss her. Energetically, he pressed his lips against hers, forcing her head against the back of the apartment door.

Not wanting to waste any time, Y/n deepened the kiss, slipping her tongue past his lips. That was something he fought her on, not willing to give up control of the kiss. His mouth, obviously, tasted slightly like scotch, making her throat tingle slightly.

His hands slipped from her cheeks, moving to her waist as he started to move his hips against hers. Despite being a little awkward in the bar, he was a good kisser, pressure firm enough that it made every nerve in her body sharpen.

When they pulled back for air, Y/n just needed to ask. "You're not married or something?"

He frowned slightly, tongue poking the inside of his cheek. It concerned her that he couldn't figure out an answer. "N-no, fuck, sorry, no, I'm not. Like, not at all." Slightly, he pulled back when he saw the apprehension on her face.

"Good, neither." She quickly replied, pulling on his tie so she could kiss him again.

Spencer obliged, hands traveling down to her ass and squeezing tight enough it made her moan. She got to work untying his tie, pushing him back slightly so they could make their way to the bedroom. Not knowing where he was going, he let her guide him through the dark apartment.

Thankfully, Y/n had only cleaned the room a few days ago. His lips broke away from hers when she started unbuttoning her own shirt, and he followed suit, taking his off.

After their shirts were thrown on the floor, she pulled him in by the loopholes on his pants. It was far too uncomfortable to just look at each other, so she kissed him again while she undid his belt. Feeling less awkward, Spencer's large hands roamed over her skin until he was unclipping her bra just as she was sliding off his belt.

Oddly, she didn't feel shy, especially not when he looked at her chest the way he did, eyes near to bulging out of his head. It was endearing, really, because she knew it wasn't the first set of boobs he'd seen in his life.

It seemed to add to his eagerness, fingers wrapping around her sides under her boobs, so his thumbs could swipe across the valley to her nipples. She half wished he didn't already have her moaning so retaliatory, she moved her hands from his lower stomach to his cock, already getting hard in his pants.

Tipping his head back slightly, Spencer let her continue palming his length, less focused on her as the pleasure surged through his body.

It made her smirk, and she wanted to continue to pleasure him when he looked that beautiful. "Can I?" She asked, trailing her fingers back up to the button and zip.

"Please." He deeply replied. Although, he didn't totally comprehend what she intended to do and was a little shocked when she got down on her knees. "Oh, fuck." He was already groaning, throwing his head back and displaying the light stubble along his jawline as she let his pants pool at his feet.

Never had she seen someone so responsive and surprisingly gentle. Spencer's hands threading through her hair were soft like he was still testing the water. So, if his attitude was just as attractive as his body, why was this guy still single? When she pulled his boxers down, she realized his thick, more than adequate girth and length cock was not the problem. Which left a time-consuming job as his drawback.

All Y/n's attention was focused on Spencer's cock when she ran her thumb over the underside of his cock, and he shivered. Precum spilled out when she wrapped her fist around him and pumped up and down.

Determined to keep drawing noise out of him, she wrapped her lips around the head, swirling her tongue around to taste him. "Fuck, that feels really good, angel." His eyes widened with the slip of the pet name, making Y/n sit back like she'd done something wrong. "Shit, s-sorry. My ex. That was what I-"

She cut him off before he could continue. "It's all good." He still looked like he didn't believe her. "Seriously, Spencer. Can I continue?" Using his first name felt a little odd, but it gave him enough reassurance to nod. When his face relaxed again, she closed her lips around the tip of his cock, quickly moving downward as far as she could. After she slightly gagged, Spencer's fingers traced along her scalp and collected her hair in a makeshift ponytail.

"So good." He moaned, tugging her slightly closer with a bit of the confidence she first assumed he would have. She kept her tongue flat along the underside of his dick, bobbing up and down. "Fuck." He swore again, something she hadn't heard him do before they arrived at her apartment with his head thrown back.

When he started to twitch in her mouth, Y/n pulled back as to not have him coming too quickly. Spencer offered her a hand up before pulling her into a much more forceful kiss. While pressing their bare chests together, he unzipped and unbuttoned her pants. His long fingers against her skin was a feeling like no other, cold enough to make her shiver but anticipatory.

He didn't fumble with it, having her pants at her feet in a second while she stood there feeling bare. "Can I?" He respectfully asked, dipping his thumb just between the waistband of her underwear.

Y/n helped him out, pulling her underwear down and stepping out of her clothes. "Going to fuck me now?" She asked, playfully grinning at him.

"Going to ask nicely?" His dominant tone came in, taking her by complete surprise. When her eyes darted away from him, Y/n's chin was between his index finger and his thumb as he forced her to look at him.

It was hot, especially coming from him, and a quiver ran down her spine. "Please, fuck me." She requested sweetly, her heart thumping at how close together they were. He was dragging it out on purpose, and it was making her wet.

"Good." Spencer praised, hand off her face and instantly on her pussy, drawing through her lips.

Every nerve on her body was on edge, and she could feel the texture of his finger against her. Her breathing was much more audible when he dipped a finger inside her, pressing around her walls. The dirty sounds were something she knew meant she was more than amply wet.

"Oh, fuck." She moaned when another finger sunk all the way inside her, reaching so far inside her it made her feel completely filled. They looked as perfect as they felt inside her, stretching her.

Spencer smirked at her reaction, much like him, head with her head thrown back as she moaned. "Good?" He asked, condescendingly but also making sure she was okay.

"So, so, good." She groaned, faltering slightly when he increased his speed. It made everything inside her tremble, knowing she was getting closer to the edge. He must have been great at reading people because his thumb was suddenly on her clit, tightening the coil in her stomach. "F-fuck, Spencer, gonna cum." She warned, eyes fluttering closed in her intense pleasure.

His lips were drawn to the expanse of Y/n's throat, sucking soft marks into the skin and making her tighten her grip on his forearm. It only took her a few seconds to cum after that, everything inside her getting hot.

When she came down from it, his fingers were still inside her and, her breathing was unregulated. "You're, like, really good at that." She absentmindedly commented, not having expected to have such an intense orgasm with someone that didn't know her body.

"Thanks." He replied, flashing her the cutest lopsided grin. Then he remembered what they were doing next. "Do I, uh, need a..?" Why he was so hesitant to say the word, he didn't know, but he was already gathering his pants.

"I'm on birth control and clean if you want to not bother." She offered, with no favor to either option. All she knew was she wanted to fuck him as soon as possible.

Shrugging, he dropped his pants back on the floor. "Okay."

Y/n pulled him over to the bed, making up what she was doing on the spot. Spencer lay down first, and she swung on thigh over his hips. Stabilizing herself by grabbing his shoulder with one hand, she drew his dick through her slit. Spencer held her waist, rubbing oddly reassuring circles on her side. She adjusted herself so she could sink down onto him.

"Spencer, fuck." She moaned, filled impossibly more than she was with his fingers.

"Feels so good." He agreed, mewling at the wet warmth of being inside her.

Once she accommodated to his length, she lifted her hips up slightly to sink back onto him, and they both moaned. Her actions were spurred on each time by his facial expressions and how addicting the feeling of bouncing up and down on his cock was.

Each time she rose up, she moaned louder when she sunk down onto him. Spencer felt nothing short of blissed-out, knowing nothing- not even a phone call from Garcia- would pull his attention from the pretty girl riding on his cock.

Determined to not make her do all the work, Spencer pulled her closer to his body, driving his hips quicker into her at the new angle. One of his hands stayed on her waist while the other squeezed at her boobs.

"Oh my god, feels incredible." Y/n was moaning even louder at where his cock was hitting inside her.

"Fuck, Y/n." Spencer groaned back, almost matching her volume but much lower-pitched. "Nearly there?" He asked, moving his hand down to her hips so he could circle her clit again but with more pressure.

Instead of attempting a verbal answer in her state, Y/n nodded, grinding her hips against Spencer's and making them both cum at the pleasure. For a moment, she stilled on top of him, thighs tensing as her heart raced.

"Holy shit." She exclaimed, flopping down onto the bed next to him with an exhausted smile.

Spencer brushed her hair out of the way. "Can I, like, get you something?" He offered, confidence quickly dissipating, and she could see it on his face.

"I'm good." She replied, placing a quick kiss on his lips without thinking about it. "Thank you."

Chuckling, he got up off the bed. "Thank you." He responded, grinning at her.

He was so cute that she wished she'd just given him her number, not that it mattered because he was also good in bed, and a one-night stand with a hot stranger was probably better than a relationship for her.

Spencer was already getting dressed by the time she finished staring at the ceiling in a blissed-out state. Even how he redressed was attractive. While he collected himself, she went to the bathroom before lounging back down in bed.

"Uh, so, goodbye." He awkwardly farewelled her from the doorway, having collected all of his things.

"Oh, I'll walk you out." Y/n offered, not really paying attention when she was staring off into the distance, for once, able to not think about her fucked up life.

Spencer shook his head. "I can just lock the door if that's okay?" He suggested, earning a nod from her. "You just look comfortable."

"Goodnight, Spencer." She waved, getting cozier in bed, exhausted and not worried about taking her makeup off.

"Goodnight, Y/n." He waved back, tiptoeing out of the bedroom. Once she heard the door close, she immediately fell asleep, fuck out with a little bit of cum still in her.

~

Y/n knew she would have overslept her alarm if she wasn't so excited to start her new job. After some heavy concealer under her eyes, so she appeared less tired and a bunch of coffee to perk her up, she was on her way to Quantico and the 6th floor of the scary building.

The BAU's unit chief, Emily- as she insisted Y/n called her- met her in the lobby to take her up.

Spencer's morning started similarly, minus the makeup routine and with the addition of more coffee. When he walked into the elevator with a proud smirk, he knew Tara and Luke would be able to tell what had happened the previous night.

"What did you do last night, Reid?" Luke asked, wondering if he'd gotten back with Max again. As much as the whole time hoped he hadn't.

"Who did you do last night is a better question." Tara imputed, intriguing by his personal life.

Spencer smirked as hard as he tried not to. "I'm just getting used to casual hookups." He offered as an explanation, not trying to brag.

Both of them patted him on the shoulder. "Good for you," Luke said as they got out of the elevator.

Spencer turned back to look at him. "What was Emily doing down in the lobby?" He asked curiously when he recalled the sight.

"No one told you?" Tara questioned, waiting for Spencer to shake his head. "She's meeting the new team member."

Vaguely, Spencer remembered overhearing something about that. He wasn't too concerned when he sat down to get started on his work. The work had piled up from when he was away on his mandated 30 days leave a week prior.

There was some light chatter, mostly with everyone excited to meet the new recruit. Spencer was still replaying the events of last night in his head.

When Y/n got in the elevator, she was most nervous, near to meeting her new colleagues. Emily knew that look from years ago and assured her it would be okay.

Spencer wasn't paying attention when Emily and Y/n walked in. Not until he heard the laugh of the pretty girl he saw in the bar last night. That was when he knew he was well and truly fucked, face paling as the team got up to meet her.

"And Doctor Spencer Reid, our resident genius." Emily introduced them. "This is Y/n L/n."

Just like that, her heart dropped, making her want to be physically sick. If her brain wasn't running a million miles an hour, she would have been thinking about how good he looked in a suit.

The look on her face matched his. Both of them fought to keep their mouth closed while they took in each other for the second time in 24 hours. Y/n could only imagine that his heart was racing as fast as hers was, and his head was swirling with the question: how the fuck did I accidentally fuck my new colleague last night?

Then her head jumped somewhere darker, wondering if he knew who she was and he'd done it on purpose or if he'd told her entire group of new coworkers she was a slut.

But, her academy scores were good, and his shock looked genuine. "It's nice to meet you." She decided to lie, shaking his hand and touching the same fingers she had inside her last night.

"Yeah, uh, you too." Spencer stuttered out, trying to keep his cool in front of the team.

Settling into her first day felt terrible when she could feel Spencer's eyes on her when she worked. Unintentionally, she managed to catch him when he was coming out of the bathroom.

"Did you know?" It sounded far more demanding than she wanted it to, especially when he was her colleague, with a decade more experience. She was already feeling inferior, and it was not being improved by anything.

"No," Spencer replied, jumping on the offensive. "Did you?"

Y/n quickly shook her head, feeling overcome with shame and embarrassment. "I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't have-do they know now?" She really wanted this job, and that meant not quitting today.

"No, and I don't want them to." Spencer adamantly stated, feeling bad when he finally looked her in the eye, and she looked like she wanted to cry. "That's better, don't you think?" He asked, trying to make sure she was okay.

"Mhm." She agreed genuinely. "I didn't know, you didn't know, so we don't talk about it, and it didn't happen."

Overcome with relief, Spencer was, not because he didn't want the team to know he fucked her, but, instead, because he didn't think the team should know she screwed him. He couldn't imagine how much of a bad look it would be if people thought Y/n liked the emotional wreak of the FBI.

"Are you okay?" He tentatively asked, knowing how terrifying his first day had been when he hadn't mistakenly screwed his colleague.

Y/n smiled slightly, grateful he cared and surprised he didn't run to tell his friends about his sexual conquest. There was something different about Spencer Reid, but she promised herself the previous night that she wouldn't pursue him.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Thanks." She answered, smiling an appropriate amount.

"Okay, good." Spencer nodded before walking back to his desk, leaving her with a little bit of hope that everything could be forgotten and they could take the secret to the grave.

~

That was where they left it for a month, maintaining a professional relationship without any suspicion from the team. It wasn't an ideal first meeting, but things weren't going badly. They were almost becoming friendly.

Everything came to a dramatic, immediate stop during a case, inconveniently, in the middle of Oregan. A town that, Y/n guessed, wasn't even on the map.

It was rough, enough to make anyone feel sick, but Y/n was the only one throwing up every morning. On the third day, which was the third morning she'd rushed off to the precinct bathroom, and the third day she'd barely been able to keep any food down, JJ followed her.

"Hey, are you okay?" JJ asked, walking in while Y/n was brushing her teeth with the toothbrush and toothpaste she'd learned to carry around.

She spat out her mouth full and drank a little water. "Just sick. I think it's this case." It couldn't be anything else.

JJ eyed her suspiciously, suggesting she thought something else. "Don't take this the wrong way." She prefaced, not wanting to offend her new colleague. If anything, JJ could see how Y/n was similar to a younger version of her, doing everything she could to prove herself. "But is there any chance you could be pregnant?"

Instead of giving her an answer, Y/n spun back around to throw up again, sickened by the thought. Everything inside her felt nauseous, but her brain was blank, like it was shielding itself from any damage.

Once she brushed her teeth again, the shock wore off, and her mind was left to race through the possible outcomes of the situation. Not one felt positive. It was not good, so beyond not good, she wasn't sure what to think.

"I'll take that as a yes." JJ tried to make her laugh, but it fell short of being funny, and she understood why. "Here." She looked through her bag to pull out a pregnancy test, placing it in her shaking hands.

"You just have these laying around?" Y/n joked, earning a comforting smile from her colleague.

JJ shook her head lightly. "I had a suspicion." Y/n didn't wait to hear why, instead she went into the bathroom to take the test while JJ locked the door. When she came back out, her face was completely drained of color, still feeling the waves of aftershock and unable to stop the endless spiral of thoughts. "Do you want me to go?" JJ asked.

This life-changing moment was not something Y/n wanted to do on her own. "Please stay." She whimpered out, not noticing she was crying until she felt the wet tears on her fingers.

"Hey, it's okay." JJ comforted her, nodding to the countertop so she could sit down. "I was so terrified when I got pregnant with Henry." She admitted, trying to draw Y/n's attention away from the ticking time bomb that was the pregnancy test. "Is there someone in the picture?" JJ prompted, not wanting to force a conversation that would leave her in more tears.

How was she meant to answer that? All she was thinking about was Spencer. He was all she'd thought about for weeks. It was silly, but she sort of liked him. Not that it would matter since he was a good few years older than her and uninterested in her. Was she meant to tell him? Would he want to know? How did it even happen?

The longer she thought about it, the longer she realized she hadn't answered JJ's question. "N-no." She sobbed out. "I mean, I don't have a boyfriend. It was kind of..." She trailed off, unsure of how to describe fucking someone she didn't realize was her colleague, and ended up pregnant.

"Oh, sweetie." JJ pulled her in for a hug while she cried, trying to be reassuring without knowing most of the situation. "You've got options." She reminded her. "How long do you think?"

How would she say that without indicating it was just before she started her new job? "5 weeks?" She estimated although it was 5 weeks and 4 days. "I didn't even- I was on birth control."

"Do you want to look?" JJ asked, facing the pregnancy test down as she picked it up.

Y/n shook her head adamantly. No part of her wanted to know, but she knew she had to. "Can you first?"

JJ flipped it over, keeping her face straight as she read the result. She knew Y/n wasn't going to want to know, so she blurted out the answer, ripping off the bandaid. "Positive."

God, she was a cliche. Sobbing her eyes out in the bathroom after getting pregnant from a one-night stand who was now her colleague. All the feelings inside made her vomit again, even though there was nothing left in her stomach.

"Fuck." She mumbled clean teeth for the fourth time that day. "This is bad. So, so bad."

"I promise it'll be okay," JJ assured her. "I have to tell Emily, but whatever you need, I'm here." It did make her feel better, nodding as she wiped up her tears and collected herself to go out the door. "You know, you can go home if you want?"

Y/n shook her head. "No, I really need my mind off this." She looked at the test in her hands, almost not believing it was real.

"Okay." JJ agreed, leaving to give her a minute to collect herself.

All day, she tried to forget about it, throwing herself into solving the case. When they were on the jet to DC, Y/n couldn't help but be idealistic. Idealistic, however unrealistic, looked like Spencer and her being together with or without a baby.

~

Y/n had to tell him. Sooner or later, at some point, but she dragged it out for as long as possible. She knew sooner would be better, so she had enough time to make her decision.

It was why she was standing in front of his door, ready to potentially ruin her career, on a random Saturday morning. After she stood there for a few minutes, raising her hand a few times, she knocked on the door.

Spencer opened the door, immediately confused, more by how terrified she looked than why she was there. "Are you okay?" He asked, concern across his features when she couldn't reply. "Come in."

Y/n nodding, lip trembling as she walked into Spencer's lounge, glancing around his apartment. It was what she expected, full of his hidden personality.

When she sat down, her leg started bouncing. "Are you okay?" Spencer asked, hesitantly taking her shaking hand.

"Yes-no, I'm sorry, no, I'm not." She spat out all at once, terrified about what he was going to say. Despite promising herself she wouldn't cry, the tears were already falling. Spencer couldn't help but think the worst. "I'm pregnant." She whispered so quietly he wouldn't have been able to hear it if he was more than a few feet away from her.

The air in the room dramatically changed, almost going stale as they both struggled to breathe.

Spencer's heart felt like it stopped as his face fell, hitting a brick wall. For a full minute, he was silent. Unsure about what to think or feel in the entirely new uncomfortable situation.

The silence made her uneasy, worried about what he was thinking. "I swear I was on birth control." Her first concern was that he wouldn't believe her and assume she was trying to trap him. "I don't know what happened, but I really was, Spencer. You don't have to be involved at all, but I think I want to keep it, and I wanted you to know before I told the team. But I'm not going to tell them you're the father or anything." She kept talking to fill the stillness.

"Stop," Spencer pleaded quietly, halting her ramble. "I can't have my-my child out in the world wondering who I am."

It made her breath slightly easier. "I'm just really sorry." She declared, tears still unstoppable.

Spencer tipped her chin up, wiping his thumb under her eyes. "Don't be. This is just... a big thing."

She knew that much was true, and she knew she was unprepared. Y/n stayed at his place for most of that day, taking through everything they could think of. Spencer made her lunch, but he also made her laugh so much that she forgot about how stressed she was. Without meaning to, she found herself falling a little bit in love with him.

Most of the team was shocked, with JJ and Spencer faking their reactions at the news of her pregnancy. No one knew he was the father. How in love they were, however, was obvious.

Nothing fell apart until another Saturday a few months later. Y/n had been shopping, close to his apartment, and found the cutest onesie she knew he would love. They weren't dating, strictly friends, but she didn't feel weird about going around just to see him. Desperately, she wanted to be more, but it was better being friends for now.

That time, she knocked on the door with a huge smile, her arms filled with shopping bags and a very prominent bump.

Spencer arrived at the door shirtless, much to her surprise. "Hi." He greeted her, not offering for her to come in.

"Hi, I wanted to show you some stuff." She was far too eager to be put off by his cagey behavior.

"Uh." Spencer turned to look behind his shoulder like he was hiding something.

A girl's hand on his shoulder made her heart and stomach twist, and she immediately realized what was happening. In a split second, everything came tumbling down, and she fought the urge to cry.

She- someone Y/n didn't recognize- was wearing an untucked shirt and shorts. Her hair was a mess, and she clearly hadn't been there to play chess with him. "Bye, Spencer." She said, flashing Y/n an awkward smile as she slipped out of the apartment door.

When she turned back to look at Spencer, he looked guilty, biting his lip as he thought of something to say to make the situation better. He'd grown to hate seeing her cry, but seeing her fight off the tears because she no longer trusted him was worse. "Fuck you, Spencer." She knew she didn't have the right to be mad, but she was furious.

There was nothing else to say, so she turned and left, feeling nothing but hurt. Back at her apartment, she broke down in tears, far too in love with him to do anything but sit on the floor and let out gutwrenching sobs. What a cliche. Tricking herself into loving someone who couldn't care less about her.

When Spencer didn't see her at work on Monday, he worried. He worried about her all the time, but more when he knew she was heartbroken. Calling Max to get the rest of her things might have been the stupidest thing he'd ever done, aside from initiating breakup sex. If he didn't care so much about Y/n, he would have been thankful it was over with Max.

JJ could sense the nerves coming off him and how he could barely focus on his work. "What's wrong?" She asked, staring at him. Spencer shook his head, trying to pretend like nothing was off. "Max?"

"I don't love her," Spencer admitted for the first time, not willing to look at her. "I don't know if I ever did."

"But you love someone else." JJ filled in from the look on his face, reading him like an open book. "Y/n."

Spencer's eyes gave him away, flicking up to look at her upon hearing Y/n's name. "No." He tried to lie, his voice getting higher pitched.

"Yes." JJ disagreed. "She didn't tell me who the father was, but I'm not an idiot, and I see how you look at her, so I just assumed."

"I don't." Spencer started to defend, getting a firm stare from JJ. "I-I do, but I ruined everything." Usually, he tried not to spill his personal life to his friends, but he was desperate for guidance.

JJ frowned at what he was trying to avoid telling her. "What did you do?" She gently asked.

Spencer knew she was going to judge him, but it couldn't be much worse than how much he was judging himself. "I slept with Max, and she came just as Max was leaving." He winced as he said it.

That was something JJ wasn't sure how to react to, biting her bottom lip as she tried not to reveal her immediate reaction. "Did you talk to her after?"

"No." Spencer shook his head. "She left, and she's not here today."

"Go." JJ urged, knowing he'd been overthinking for too long already. "Go, see her and apologize."

Spencer didn't wait around to hear anything else, getting up and packing some things in his satchel. "Bye." He waved, trusting JJ to tell Emily where he'd gone. Even if he got fired, nothing mattered more than Y/n.

When he got to her front door, he realized what he was about to do. Tell her the truth and consequently ruin their relationship, but he needed to.

Y/n opened the door still in her pajamas, with slightly puffy eyes and she was immediately worried. "What's wrong?" She asked, unable to turn off how much she cared about him

"I love you." Spencer blurted out, not able to keep it in for another moment.

Instantly, her eyes widened, mouth dropping open as she tried to figure out whether or not he was serious. Standing out of the way, she let him in.

As awkward as the start of their first night, he stood there with his hands in his pocket. "Who was she?" Y/n asked, still able to see the mystery girl's face in her mind.

"Max," Spencer answered. "My ex, who I was... getting over that night."

"So I was your rebound?" Y/n spat back, unsure about how he thought this was fixing things. Defensively, she crossed her arms over her chest and her bump.

Spencer couldn't shake his head fast enough. "No, I promise not." He assured her. "I shouldn't have- she came to get her things." He started to explain his actions. "I don't love her, and it was the biggest mistake I've ever made."

She looked down at where their unborn child was. "This was the biggest mistake either of us has ever made." She corrected.

"No." Spencer stepped forward, taking her hands in his. "I'll never believe that this was a mistake. It wasn't exactly planned or conventional, but I'll never regret this. I promise I'll spend every day making it up to you, but I only want to be with you."

She could see how honest he looked, vulnerable, too, like he was ready to have his heart broken. That was enough to win her affections back. "I love you. You screwed up, don't get me wrong, but I'm willing to forgive you."

His eyes widened that time, brain struggling to process the four words. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, Spencer." She laughed slightly. "What you did was really not okay, but I only cared so much because I loved you."

Delicately, Spencer cupped her cheeks, leaning in to kiss her softly. It wasn't rushed like the first time they kissed, but it was full of love. Things felt okay for the first time since her first day at the BAU, both of them being clear about their feelings.

When she winced after they pulled back, Spencer was worried again. "Are you okay?" He asked, still holding her face while she placed a hand on her bump.

"Fuck, I think I'm getting those things, you know, Braxton Hicks." She answered, tensing for a few more seconds before the pressure was relaxed.

Spencer sat her down on the couch, hoping to relieve some of her pain. "How often?"

"Like every 7 minutes. It's super annoying." She complained, looking at her watch and hoping to make the most of the pain-free 6 minutes and 30 seconds.

"Y/n." He said softly, trying not to cause her any alarm as he crouched down in front of her. "The difference between Braxton Hicks and labor is that Braxton Hicks are irregular."

Her breath got caught in her throat. "You're kidding? I'm only 31 weeks pregnant."

"It's not improbable," Spencer mentioned, trying not to freak her out while freaking out himself. "We should go to the hospital, though." He remembered what was meant to happen, although he was in shock.

"Yeah, probably." Y/n agreed, smiling slightly at him.

After what felt like a hundred years, there was a tiny baby girl in the incubator next to Y/n's hospital bed, and they had already spent a few hours admiring her.

Spencer couldn't help but feel like everything was working out. Somehow, he had everything he'd ever wanted in less than 24 hours. "This is crazy." He couldn't help voicing it. His arm was resting on her shoulder while Y/n sat up with her arms around his waist,

"What are we going to call her?" She asked, looking up at him. It was something they'd discussed a little, but they assumed they had more time.

"Will you marry me?" Spencer asked, thoroughly out of the blue and shocking her.

Y/n wasn't sure if he was serious until she saw the ring in his fingers. "What?" She asked, her heart flipping in her chest but unable to stop smiling.

"We're not taking any of this slowly, and I love you, so why wait?" He was a little nervous she'd say no, turning the engagement ring in his fingers.

It was logic Y/n couldn't argue with. "Yeah." She agreed, holding out her hand so he could slip the ring onto her finger. When he leaned down to kiss her, the team walked in, knocking on the door with balloons, flowers, and gifts. She laughed at their shocked looks, unable to imagine what they were thinking. "Meet the baby daddy." She joked.

The initial shock wore off, and suddenly everyone's attention was split between hugging them, congratulations, and cooing at the baby. "Does she have a name?" Penelope asked, tears in her eyes as she looked down at the baby with Spencer's nose. Maybe believing people wouldn't know it was his was foolish.

Y/n looked up at him and nodded, giving him approval for the name he first wanted. "Lillian Diana."

That time, Spencer and Y/n's tears were pure joy, thankful for the little girl that brought them together.

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