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krmy2386 · 2 days ago
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Second Fiddle (Part 2)
Bob Floyd x Reader (Rooster’s ex!)
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Warnings: none, fluff
Part One:
https://krmy2386.tumblr.com/post/692509027551313920/second-fiddle-part-one
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Bob sat in the Admiral’s office.
He didn’t regret attacking Rooster, not at all. His only regret doing it at work. Because now he is stuck in Admiral Simpson’s office instead of checking on Y/N.
He honestly didn’t care what punishment the Admiral gave him. Hell, he could discharge him for all he cares. He just wants to get back to Y/N.
“Floyd,” the Admiral broke Bob out of his thoughts, “How’s Y/N?”
Bob was stunned. Did he not see the blood bath in the hangar?
“Sir, about what happened with Rooster-.” Bob tried to explain.
“I didn’t ask about that.” Cyclone stopped him. “As far as I’m concerned, Lt. Bradshaw ran head first into a jet rather hard and suffered an injury. Now, how was Y/N?”
Bob’s heart sank to the floor at the mention of Y/N. “To be honest… She’s heartbroken, Sir. They broke her.” Bob felt himself get angry all over again.
Cyclone nodded, “Then it looks like you need to Fix her.”
Bobs head shot up. He tried to form words but couldn’t.
“I’ve noticed your attention for Y/N for several weeks now. Today proved it.” Cyclone was protective over Y/N, she was practically his daughter. He knew Floyd was the one she needed. The boy proved he cared about her. Now he just needed to admit it.
“Go check in her. Tell her. I’ll make sure no one bothers you two this weekend.”
Bob shuddered at the idea of spending a whole weekend with Y/N.
“Do you think she’ll feel the same? Love me the same as him?” He asked.
Bob was terrified. Her break-up was still new. What if she rejected him? Or got mad at him?
“There’s an old saying Floyd,” Cyclone said, “‘It’s better to play second fiddle, then not be in the band at all.’ Now go.”
Bob nodded and rushed out of the office.
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Y/N woke up alone. She was incredibly thankful to Bob for taking care of her.
Y/N would be lying if she said she didn’t feel anything for for Bob. She thought he was handsome and she knew he had a big heart. She enjoyed seeing him most out of everyone when the team would hang out. But she never really spent time alone with him until today. And maybe it was all of the emotions, but she definitely felt something.
Y/N hadn’t checked her phone at all since she called into work. She was hoping to avoid any drama. Judging by the number of calls and messages, drama still found her even locked away at home.
She decided the safest person to call was Maverick.
“Hello?” He answered.
“Hey Mav.” Y/N replied, trying to sound chipper.
“Y/N? I’m so glad you called! Are you okay?” Maverick asked.
“I’m fine.” She said, less confidently.
“I know that’s a lie kid.” Mav responded.
“What happened at the base? I have like 50 messages.” She asked trying to change the subject.
Mav sighed, “There was an altercation at training today.”
Y/N chuckled, “Isn’t there always?”
“No, Y/N. This wasn’t the usual cocky dogfight. Bob attacked Bradley.”
“What?!” Y/N screamed. “Is he okay?”
“Rooster will be fine.” Mav tried to assured her.
Y/N sighed, “I meant Bob. Is Bob okay?”
Maverick was shocked, “Um.. yeah? I mean his knuckles may be a little bruised but he was definitely the winner.”
Y/N groaned. “What the hell were they fighting about? What did Rooster do now?”
Maverick laughed, “You can’t honestly tell me you don’t know what they fought about. Y/N that boy loves you. Both of them.”
Y/N quickly responds, “Rooster doesn’t love me, Mav. At least not like he should.”
Maverick signed, “I’m so sorry he hurt you Y/N.”
“Thanks Mav. Does everyone know?”
“Yeah. Bob did a number on him. Took three of us to pry him off.”
Y/N was shocked. The same sweet caring man who just a few hours ago made her a snack, carried her up the stairs, and tucked her in bed, attacked Rooster because of her.
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Bob sat in his car outside of Y/ N house. He was shaking with nerves. He would have to tell Y/N that not only had he beat up her ex-boyfriend, but also that he was in love with her.
Then Bob remembered what the Admiral told him. He knew he would regret not telling her, he would regret not at least trying. So Bob took a deep breath and walked to her door as confidently as he could, then knocked on the door.
He just kept saying to himself, “It’s better to tell her. It’s better to tell her.” Until she finally opened the door.
Y/N was actually glad to see Bob at her door. She just hung up with Maverick and she wanted answers.
“We need to talk,” she told him before he could say anything. He nodded and walked in.
Bob started, “Y/N”
“Why would you attack Bradley?!” Y/N interrupted. “What were you thinking?!”
Bob just stared at her. His mind went blank.
“He hurt you.” Bob said shakily.
Y/N scoffed slightly, “I’m well aware of what he did to me. But, you could’ve been hurt or gotten in serious trouble! You can’t do that the team needs you!”
Bob signed, “Y/N, I’m so sorry. I know I shouldn’t have done that and I let my emotions get the best of me. But… there was something in me that just had to make him pay somehow. I know it’s awful, but he didn’t deserve you! I just… I love you… and I couldn’t take seeing you so sad. And he’s the one who made you so sad.”
Y/N started to tear up. “I understand Bob.”
Then she took a deep breath, “And I have feelings for you too.”
Bob’s swore his heart stopped.
Y/N continued, “But PLEASE, don’t fight because of me again.”
Bob cupped her face in his hands. This was his chance.
“None of this, not a single bit, is your fault. You didn’t start this. I will fight for you as many times as I need to. Because I love you! And if you’ll let me, I can love you more then he ever did.”
He pulled her in for a kiss. Bob put his heart and soul into that kiss because he knew this might be his only chance. He expected her to kick him out at any moment. But, she didn’t. She didn’t pull away, she didn’t stop him. She kissed back.
In the year she was with Rooster, Y/N hadn’t experienced anything like this kiss. In the few moments she had spent with Bob, she knew he would love her how she deserved. And that she would love him back just the same.
Finally the two pulled apart.
Bob was the first to speak, “I know I’m not him. But I promise to love you, and care for you, as long as you’ll have me.”
No more second fiddle for either of them.
Thank you for the encouragement❤️❤️❤️
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spicyicyricy · 2 months ago
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She really said “I cannot take the fact that you’re hurting lightly”
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thebibliosphere · a year ago
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Getting a lot of asks about the BBC’s latest documentary ‘Sickness and Lies’ and what I think of it. And honestly? I wasn’t expecting it to be good. The BBC has a bad history with this sort of thing. But I also wasn’t expecting the absolute nightmare that aired.
It’s every hate message and death threat I’ve ever had in regards to being openly disabled online amplified times a million.
It’s disabled hate content, pure and simple. It demonizes disabled and chronically ill people while holding up online hate groups that have harassed people to death--something they conveniently leave out-- as some sort of paradigm of unsung heroics and justice against welfare frauds. Specifically against those with invisible chronic illnesses, and believe me, the timing is not a coincidence.
In the wake of Covid, we are about to witness a mass disability event the likes of which haven’t been seen on a global scale for nearly 100 years. In creating this documentary that seeds doubt and anger into the minds of the general public, the BBC is helping to further the Tory regime in their dehumanization of disabled and chronically ill folk. By portraying them as frauds and fakers, they further enable the Tory justification of denying benefits to the most vulnerable, ensuring that their blatant disregard and abandonment of duty of care is normalized as acceptable because look, look how prevalent faking is! We have a documentary about it! It’s on the BBC so you know it’s legit… even thought they based all their research on a reddit hate forum…
But their incompetence and immorality doesn’t end there, oh no. Along with the title and presentation being outright disgusting and irresponsible, they’ve also stolen content from creators who declined to be involved and voiced their concerns over the creation of such a documentary. @jessicaoutofthecloset said on Twitter that she refused to be a part of it, yet her image is used to promote it. And some of the other featured creators (I’m not going to link to them, their social feeds are already a nightmare) have claimed that their interviews were edited in such a way to make them sound ableist or twist the meaning of their words to fit the “us vs them” dynamic the documentary was trying to instill against “real” disabled people (i.e. visibly disabled) and chronically ill people, which is not at all what they were saying—especially because the person involved is both disabled AND chronically ill.
It’s disgusting, and frankly all the journalists involved should be fired. There is not a shred of ethics or care to be seen for any of the people they have opened up for attack online by listing them openly as disabled content creators. But that won’t happen. Because disabled and chronically ill lives don’t matter. Not when you’ve got ratings and dangerous propaganda to uphold.
I’m not going to say don’t watch it to anyone who is curious. But I will say make sure you’re in an okay headspace to handle it. I was barely able to get through it in the end. And if you’re able bodied and healthy, please watch it with the knowledge that what is being shown is a highly skewed and ableist outlook based on literal hate forums that have harassed people to death for being vocal online about disability activism. These people want us dead. What they are doing is not moral or even needed. Please don’t fall for their lies. Please be better than that. Please be kinder.
Please, I’m so heartbroken and tired.
If anyone has the time and energy, you can help by making a formal complaint to the BBC here: https://www.bbc.co.uk/contact/complaints
I would especially urge able bodied and healthy people to complain and show that this kind of ableist misrepresentation and hate content against the disabled and chronically ill community will not be tolerated without major pushback. Thank you.
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lovingperfectionsblog · 2 months ago
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Terrible At Secrets
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Requested: Yes
hi! idk if you’re taking requests right now, and it’s totally fine if you’re not!! but, if you are could you possibly write one about the reader is dating charles leclerc and shes about to graduate from university, but charles says he can’t make it because of his schedule. little does reader know that he’s actually planning on surprising her at graduation:) maybe slight angst but mostly fluff.. xx
Charles Leclerc x Reader
Summary: It’s your graduation day and you are heartbroken that Charles can’t make it to support you.
Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Swearing, Alluding to sexual activity.
Word Count: 2292 words.
Authors note: I am so sorry this took so long! But it is here and I hope you all like it :)
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“my love, what do you think?” you gave the dress you wore a twirl in front of Charles, excited to see what he thought.
“As always, beautiful” Charles admired, “what’s the occasion?” Charles couldn’t take his eyes off of you, you truly did look gorgeous.
You paused, disappointment immediately covering your face, “my graduation” you whispered out.
Had he seriously forgotten? You’d been talking about it for ages. Finally done with the hell of a degree you had pursued, and he had forgotten.
“Oh yeah, when is it again?” Charles had carried on playing on his computer, no longer looking at you.
“Are you being serious?” every ounce of excitement you had disappeared in a second. One of the most important days of your life and he couldn’t even remember when it was.
“What? I just asked when it was?” Charles still hadn’t bothered to look up from his game.
“Friday” you suddenly hated the dress you were wearing, feeling dejected and self-conscious that you thought the day mattered at all, that some minor achievement of your mattered at all.
“Oh, this Friday?” he wasn’t interested in this conversation at all, he wasn’t even giving it a second of his time, no, clearly a stupid racing game was more pressing.
“Yes, Charles, this Friday” you were done with this conversation.
“Oh, baby, I can’t come” he finally stopped to look at you, twisting in his chair, not an ounce of remorse on his face.
“I’m sorry? What?” You couldn’t believe it. You had tried to make every single one of his races, every single bloody practice you even tried to make, but he couldn’t come to your graduation?
“Yeah, I have work” he spoke to you as if you were the one who had done him wrong, and it only made you angrier.
“Charles, you’ve known about this for ages?” you tried your best to be reasonable, but it really wasn’t like you had kept this a secret from anyone, especially not him, you’d been bouncing off the walls from excitement the last two weeks, the prospect of finally finishing your studies making you happier than you had ever known, because this is something you did, all on your own. This was the product of your years of blood, sweat and tears and he was treating it as if he was blowing off a simple walk in the park with you.
“I guess I forgot” and with that he spun back around to continue his game.
“Jesus Charles” you huffed out as you left the room, gathering up your stuff as you went along, desperately needing to get out of his apartment.
“What? What did I do wrong?” he was following you in an attempt to stop you from leaving, to get you to stay so you could calm down and let the entire thing blow over.
“ I’m sorry I’m not a fucking formula one driver and winning podiums but this was important to me. Do you get that? Important to me Charles. This was something I worked hard on, this was to better myself and you’re treating it like I have no right to be upset that my boyfriend doesn’t give a shit that I am graduating from university which was the most gruelling years of my life” you couldn’t stop the tears from falling even if you tried.
You hated crying in front of him for something like this, it made you feel stupid and pathetic, but you were so hurt. You never thought the man you loved would hurt you so much.
And the way he was looking at you now made you feel all the more worse. He didn’t have the right to look at you with pity, not when he caused this.
Charles wanted to tell you the truth, he really did and honestly, looking at you standing there, teary eyed and the saddest he had ever seen you in his life very nearly broke his resolve, but internally he just kept reminding himself of how happy you were going to be with the surprise he was planning for Friday.
He had always known how important your graduation was for you. He was always in awe of the fact that you were able to get as far as you did in your studies, knowing he would never be able to. Truthfully, he was pretty sure you were one of his heroes with what you had achieved and he couldn’t wait to celebrate you and all your hard work this weekend, but for now he had to keep the secret, and the only way he knew how to do that without bursting was to just try and deflect the subject to something else.
“Baby, I have to work, I’m sorry” he tried reaching out for you, but you flinched away, absolutely not standing the thought of him holding you right now.
“I’m going to go. I’ll see you when you aren’t so busy” and with that you were walking out his door, leaving him standing there, unsure of how to make you understand without ruining the surprise.
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Today was the day.
Finally, today was the day.
You had worked harder than you could ever express to get where you were and this was the physical accumulation of it.
You were going to wear your beautiful dress and hold your head up high and walk across that stage and get your degree and that was that. You were proud of yourself.
Even if your boyfriend doesn’t feel the same.
No, you didn’t even want to think of him today. Your graduation will always be tinged with  sadness because of him, but you refuse to let yourself dwell on it any longer than necessary. You were y/n fucking y/l/n and you deserve to be celebrated, even if he didn’t think so.
Waiting for them to call your name to go up was probably one of the most nerve-wracking things you’d ever experienced and you hated that you found yourself wishing that you’d be able to see your boyfriend out in the crowd, knowing that catching a glimpse of his smile would calm you down completely.
‘My love, stop fiddling with your dress, remember who you are and all the that you are worth’
You began to play the conversation in your head, knowing this is exactly what he’d say to you, probably accompanied by a kiss to your cheek and you would be lying if you said you did not indulge in the thought of feeling his lips pressed against your cheek, cradling the other in his hand, your whole being melting into the thought, calming you down instantly, taking in the entire essence that is your boyfr-
“Miss Y/n Y/l/n, Cum Laude”
Shit, that was you.
You quickly made your way up the stage stairs in order to collect your degree, politely smiling out towards the crowd. You definitely didn’t realise how much you’d hate this. The entire room staring at you? God, how did Charles do this all the time? This was God awful.
Wait, is that Charles?
Holy shit, that is Charles. Oh my god. He came. He fucking came!
“Miss, if you wouldn’t mind” the speaker directed you to move across the stage as she pulled you out of your disbelief that here your boyfriend sat, with the biggest bunch of flowers you had ever seen, looking as gorgeous as ever and you really needed to walk across this stage now and you really needed to do it without tripping, and he came.
This truly was the greatest day of your life. How were you meant to sit through the rest of this ceremony now that you knew he was here?
He hadn’t taken his eyes off of you the entire time, from the moment he walked into the hall to watching you across the stage and as you proceeded to make your way back to your seat. Shit, that dress really did look good on you. And that gown, that was, surprisingly hot, in like, a weird Hogwarts kind of way.
Was the whole nerdy academia thing doing it for him?
Why did Charles look so confused? Was something wrong?
You threw a concerned look his way before sitting down, trying to figure out what was disturbing your boyfriend so much that it warranted that look on his face. In return you got a wide toothed grinned and small thumbs up, who knew such an innocent gesture could fill you with such joy.
This ceremony was taking entirely too long for either of you, not being able to help yourself and constantly sneaking glances at each other, sharing small smiles and giggles. Feeling giddy when he mouthed “I’m so proud of you”, tears welling.
And then as soon as the ceremony was over you both beelined to each other, weaving your way through the crowd, refusing to take your eyes off your route, wanting to be in each others arms as quickly as possible.
And then you were.
He encased you in a hug, wrapping his arms around your waist as yours moved around his neck, moulding your bodies as tightly together as the natural laws would allow. Charles was sure he had whispered how proud he was about you one hundred times in one different ways before you two broke apart.
“Thank you for taking off work to come” you had never felt as much gratitude as you had in this moment, you needed him here and he showed up.
“Oh, I didn’t have work, actually, I have the entire next week off, I’m just really bad at keeping secrets” he sheepishly confessed, red tinging his cheeks.
“Wait, what? What secret?” it was your turn to sport confusion as you tried to piece together what Charles might be talking about, but before you could get any further explanation, you were interrupted by your mom finally finding you amongst all the graduates.
“Well done!” your mom pulled you away from Charles to congratulate you, “and as proud as I am for you my dear,” she began leading you all out of the hall to the parking area, “you two are going to be late for your celebratory dinner”  
“Dinner? It’s 2pm? Wait, aren’t you coming with?” What the fuck was going on?
“No baby” your mom threw you a mischievous grin, “you have her bag yes?” she had directed the question towards your boyfriend who was starting to look more and more proud of himself by the second.
“In the car, and we should probably get going” he kissed your mother on the cheek before gesturing for you to say goodbye to your mom, who had initiated it, placing a kiss on your cheek before reminding you how proud she was of you and saying goodbye.
“I’m confused” you were wanting answers, and Charles had yet to provide you with a single one as you began walking back to his car.
“We’re going to be late for dinner, we need to go” he looked at you as if it was the most obvious answer in the world.
“Charles, baby, its 2pm, dinner isn’t for a few hours” you were certain everyone had gotten their times wrong, trying to get Charles to realise.
“Yeah, but then it’s the whole plane ride-“ Charles began, to casually for there to have been mention of a plane.
“What plane ride Charles?” you had stopped dead in your tracks as he opened the car door for you, the silence between you creating a tension full of excitement, both of your smiles so wide it began hurting your cheeks, a small giggle slipping out of you from happiness, your body unsure of what to do with all of it accumulating inside of you.
“The one that we need to catch so we can get to the Maldives for the reservation I booked for dinner” his smile grew impossibly wider as he watched the excitement on your face.
“No” was that genuinely all you could get out at the moment?
“Yes” he gestured towards the car in order to try and get you going.
“No Charles” it was official, there was too much happiness inside you and all of it was spilling out in laughs.
“Yes Y/n” he had moved in front of you and had begun peppering kisses all over your face as you laughed from excitement.
“Why” you all but whispered as you calmed down, staring into his eyes as he looked down at you.
“My love, you just accomplished one of the most difficult things someone can do, I watched as you worked yourself for years trying to achieve this. It’s one of the bravest things I’ve seen someone do and I doubt I’d ever be able to do it, so, why? Because no one deserves this graduation gift more” he punctuated it with a tender kiss to your lips, “but now, we need to go or we’re genuinely going to be late” suddenly kicking you both into gear as you scrambled to get into the car.
Charles started the car after he got settled, “Oh! Wait, let me see if I can get my mom to take my gown” you grabbed your phone to begin dialling her umber, stopping when Charles laid his hand on your own.
“No, without you asking too many questions, just please do me a favour and keep it” Charles hand had now moved to your thigh, giving it a firm squeeze.
“Why?” yet again, he had left you confused today.
His only answer was a wink thrown in your direction, alluding to what he wanted and suddenly pushing both your thoughts to how fun the Maldives were actually going to be.
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lunarlockley · 8 months ago
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Happy Ending
relationships: past steve rogers x reader, steve rogers x bucky barnes, eventual stucky x reader
word count: 2.3k
summary: when Steve’s mate joins the team you push down your feelings for the alpha, but you can still be his - well his and Bucky’s. Love triangles rarely have a happy ending, but this one does.
warnings: a/b/o dynamics, some jealousy, crying, angst, hurt/comfort
a/n: part 2 is up and it's smut ;)
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For the first time since Bucky has moved in Steve is going on a week long mission. They’ve all been very short term up until now and while the brunet is going to miss his boyfriend, he’s preoccupied with his own mission. Talking to you.
Bucky doesn’t know what exactly his goal is but he can’t stand seeing his mate like this, his apple pie smell turning sour whenever he sees you. Or when something reminds him of you. Which is almost everything, you do live in the same building after all.
To avoid Steve you had been working a lot lately, which only served to worry the alpha more. He often asked the other avengers about you. Being the only omega on the team everyone’s a bit protective but for the captain it’s more than that. It’s love.
You two never officially dated, but you had liked each other for a long time and he had finally started courting you when the whole Hydra thing happened. It’s safe to say the budding romance between you and Steve went on the back burner for a while after that.
When Bucky first learnt about your relationship he was grateful someone was caring for his mate, the last time the dumbass was left alone he nose dived into the ocean. But he couldn’t deny there was a small, insecure part of him that wondered if you would be a better match for the blonde. Two alphas has always been seen as unconventional, maybe it was time Steve settled down with a nice omega.
But Bucky Barnes was a selfish man. He couldn’t let his love go, so he moved into the Avengers tower. And while Steve had never been happier, he still longed for you. The brunet could tell, he knew his mate better than he knew himself after all. Then you started distancing yourself from the captain.
Bucky hates himself for it, but he was a little grateful at first. Until he watched the way Steve would crumple whenever you left the room, the stench of rejection and sadness almost making him sick. He really needed to fix this. The final straw came when the brunet found him crying.
Steve Rogers is not an emotional man. Bucky can easily count the times he’s seen the other alpha cry and he’s known him his whole life. Bucky felt panic rise in him as he rushed towards his sniffling boyfriend curled up in their bed.
"Stevie? What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”
He looked up, tears clinging to his long lashes. “Not me. Y/N.”
"What?”
Steve’s voice cracked as he struggled to explain. “Y/N, she was- she was hurt on her mission. Not bad but I got so scared when I heard. I went to go see her, and,” he cuts himself off with a heartbroken whimper. Bucky immediately climbed into bed, desperate to comfort him.
“She just brushed me off, Buck. Didn’t even want me there. But she was fine with Nat all over her,” the blonde croaked into his boyfriend’s chest.
Despite Natasha being a fellow alpha Steve had never had a problem with her before, she understood the importance of doing her job and always followed his orders. But this wasn’t a mission, and Steve had no right to tell her to back off. Besides he didn’t want you to see him as some controlling knot heat. You deserved better than that.
Bucky stroked the other’s short hair, searching for what to say. His therapist says acknowledging someone’s feelings is a good place to start. “I’m sorry baby, I know this is hard for you.” He placed a tender kiss on his boyfriend's forehead. “And if it makes you feel any better I don’t think she’s with Natasha.”
Steve’s head snapped up so quick Bucky worried he gave himself whiplash. “Why? Did she say something to you?”
“Well, no, but Y/N obviously still has feelings for you and is hurting. Nat is like her best friend, of course she’s gonna comfort her.”
Steve pouted in a way that was usually adorable but now just miserable. Bucky hated it. “Yeah, well we were best friends too.”
The other man shuts his mouth, not knowing how to respond to that. He simply holds his mate, thinking of how to repair your relationship.
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Bucky knocks on your door. Your routine was the same most days (not that he had been watching you or anything, he’s just observant.) You always train in the morning, take a shower, then eat lunch with whoever’s free. Today, that will be him.
When your voice yells, “coming!” he prepares himself but his brain short circuits when you open the door. You’re in a towel. And nothing else. He watches a water droplet run between your breasts and quickly averts his gaze, face burning. You aren’t doing much better in terms of embarrassment - you definitely weren’t expecting Bucky Barnes out of all people.
You try not to sound rude as you use the door to shield your body, “oh hey Bucky, um, what are you doing here?” You rush to add, “not that I don't want you to be here! I just wasn't expecting you! So, um… how’s your day going?”
Your rambling makes him smile softly without realizing. It’s cute. You’re cute. “I just wanted to ask if you have lunch plans. Sorry for surprising you, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” He already knows you don’t have lunch plans (the building told him) but you don’t need to know that. He tries for a charming smile that used to work a lifetime ago, “and my day’s going pretty good, thanks for asking. How’s yours, sweetheart?”
He sees you flinch at the nickname and realizes Steve probably calls you that. Or used to. He mentally facepalms, wondering how he already found a way to upset you. God, this has to be a new record or something. You manage a polite smile, “it’s… unexpected, but not bad. Would you like to come in? I could order take out?”
He lets out a sigh of relief. “Thanks, that sounds nice.”
You nod, stepping aside to let him in and suddenly remembering your lack of dress. Your face heats, “um, let me go change. Make yourself at home,” you squeak, rushing to your bedroom. Bucky nods, smiling reassuringly. He tries not to react to your vanilla and fruity scent on every surface, tinged with a sadness that he doesn’t like. He needs to fix it.
Those thoughts make him pause. Maybe your distress just upsets him so much because you’re an omega. You’re the only one he’s been around in decades so he doesn’t know if this is standard. Or maybe he just really likes the smell of peaches and… whatever that is. Sam once said you smell like peaches and mangoes. Bucky doesn't know what a mango is but he thinks he would like them if he ever tried.
A few minutes later you come out in a simple sundress that has Bucky trying not to look at your perfect legs. You sit on the couch beside him somewhat awkwardly, smoothing your skirt.
"So, I’m guessing you’re here to talk about Steve?” You venture, turning to look at the alpha beside you. He looks at you sheepishly, “I guess I wasn’t too discreet, huh?” You try to force a smile, dreading the conversation already.
He sighs, running a hand down his face. “It’s just… Steve really misses you.”
You sigh, feeling a sense of deja vu as you explain yourself. “I miss him too, but you're his mate. I don’t want to come in between that.” Of course triad relationships aren’t unheard of but Steve and Bucky have been together their whole lives. You just can’t see how you could fit into that, not without hurting one of them.
"I know, and that means a lot to me, but Stevie’s miserable.” Bucky deflates, his blue gray eyes full of vulnerability, “I don’t know how you feel, but he’s hurting real bad.”
You let out a shaky breath, softly confessing. “I am too.”
“Well maybe we could spend some time together.” He nervously tucks his dark hair behind his ear, “all three of us.”
You blink at him in shock, trying to process what he was saying. He takes your silence as a bad sign. “I know I’m not a great alpha, but-”
“What?” You interrupt loudly, making him jump. “You’re like the perfect alpha, Bucky! You’re strong, and nice, and well- you look like that!” You splutter, gesturing vaguely to his sculpted body. He raises his brow, looking amused, “look like what, baby doll?”
You feel yourself blush, abruptly standing up. “Well I’ve embarrassed myself enough for one day. Where’s my phone, do you still want takeout?”
He laughs, gently grabbing your hand. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you. If it makes you feel better I think you’re the perfect omega.”
Your stomach flutters. “Thank you. So, um, Chinese?” You ask, inwardly cringing at your own awkwardness. Bucky doesn’t seem to mind though. His bright smile, complete with adorable eye crinkles, makes your knees weak. “That sounds perfect.”
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For the next few days while Steve is on his mission, you and Bucky spend time together - much to the team’s shock. They watch with wide eyes as Bucky quietly follows you around, even smiling at your comments and jokes. All though both of you are worried about the blonde you manage to keep each other content. Until that night.
You had spent the entire day together, finally parting after dinner and movies to go to your respective suites. You’re struggling to fall asleep when a message from Friday has you sitting straight up. “Sergeant Barnes is at your door. I detect symptoms of an anxiety attack.”
You race to the door at a speed usually reserved for missions and other life or death situations, opening it to reveal a heart breaking site. Bucky looks scared and lost, eyes teary as he wrings his hands. His normal campfire, earthy scent smells burnt. “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t know where else to go."
You start to reach for him but hesitate. “Can I touch you, honey?”
He nods somewhat desperately and that’s all you need, pulling him into your suite. Needing to get him somewhere safe. “Oh alpha, you wanna go to my nest? I have a Captain America bear, I’ll even let you snuggle him for the night if you ask nicely.”
He lets out a watery chuckle, leaning into your gentle pets, “thanks, doll.”
Once you get him to your bedroom you quickly tuck him in, fluffing all the blankets and decorative pillows around him. He watches with a soft smile, grabbing your hand as you adjust one of your stuffed animals just so. “Sugar, it’s perfect. Thank you.”
The new pet name has you all but purring as you climb in beside the brunet. Alpha likes your nest. He wraps around you protectively, finally relaxing now that you’re in his arms. “Do you wanna talk about it?” You mumble into his solid chest. He strokes your back soothingly, “no. Just wanna hold you.”
You hum, nuzzling into his neck, taking in his comforting, woodsy scent. “Sounds nice,” you murmur, already sleepy.
Bucky eventually falls asleep himself but of course doesn’t stay that way for too long. He blearily opens his eyes, searching for the clock. 0500. Well at least he got a few good hours in but he wonders what woke him. Then he hears it. Someone is in your suite.
A growl starts in his chest, making you stir. He quickly soothes you, making sure you’re okay before getting out of bed. He knows it’s probably just another Avenger but his mind still races, what if it’s Hydra? He clenches his metal fist. He won’t let those sick fucks anywhere near you.
He stalks into the dark living room but freezes at the broad frame. He would recognize those big ass shoulders anywhere. “Steve?” He hisses, turning on a nearby lamp, illuminating the startled blonde still clad in his dark blue suit.
The captain blinks, “Buck? What are you doing here?”
He steps forwards, trying to keep his voice down, “me? What are you doing here, you aren’t supposed to be back yet! And why can’t I smell you?”
Steve silently reaches to his neck, pulling off the patch that masks his scent. Bucky is greeted by the familiar aroma of apple pie and cinnamon, instantly relaxing him. “The mission ended early. I went to our room and Friday said you were with Y/N,” he explains.
Bucky pulls his boyfriend in for a hug, now that the shock has worn off the worry has set in. “Are you okay?”
Steve nuzzles into him affectionately. “I’m fine, Buck.” He pulls back, raising his brow questioningly, “so, you and Y/N?”
Just then you stumble into the room, holding onto your Cap bear. You rub your eyes in a way too adorable way for such a dangerous woman. “Stevie?”
"Peach,” the blonde breathes out. How can you look so good when you literally just woke up? And holding that toy he won for you at Coney Island? Well, it’s enough to make Steve’s heart feel like it’s gonna beat out of his chest.
You smile at the familiar nickname. Bucky extends a hand to each of you, pulling both of you closer. He looks to his boyfriend, “a lot has happened in the past few days but I think we should just cuddle for now.”
Steve can’t help but softly laugh. “That sounds perfect. I really missed you two.” You purr, tucking yourself into his neck. You kiss his scent gland, “we missed you too, handsome”
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a/n: i haven't wrote in a super long time + this is my 1st attempt at abo so i'm a little nervous to post, i didn't really know how to end it. i would love some feedback! <3
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skinnyducky · 3 months ago
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as it was // v.h.
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a/n this was going to be tied to another request but i decided to make it its own. i didn’t really want to do something intricate, just make it simple. hope you like it. also.. couldn’t think of a better title lol.
vinnie hacker x fem!reader
Word Count: 1.3k, edited
WARNING: language (i think), a lil sad but not too much.
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"He seems happy."
Y/n removed her eyes from the small fire in front of her to meet the warm eyes of the older woman beside her, Maria—Vinnie’s mom. "Hm?"
Maria nodded over to Vinnie, who was currently running around their backyard with his dad, his brother, and his dog, Poncho. Instead of joining in on the fun, the ladies decided to unwind and take a minute to catch up. Although Maria was doing most of the talking, Y/n was just listening, having nothing to add to the conversation. It’s not that she didn’t want to talk, she just had a lot on her mind.
"Yeah, he is." She cleared her throat. "At least, I think he is."
"What do you mean?"
Y/n shrugged, looking down at her trembling hands. "Things between us haven’t really been going too well." She sighed, "It’s just not the same as it was when we first started dating."
"What’s happening? Trouble in paradise?"
"I guess you could say that. I mean, it’s nothing major. He’s just been avoiding me."
With furrowed brows, Maria shifted her body so she was facing Y/n. "I thought you two were in love. The last time I saw you guys, you were all over each other. It was like you were a married couple or something. Hell, I honestly did think you had gotten married."
Y/n laughed and shook her head. "We’re still in love. Well, I’m still in love. I don’t know if that’s the case for Vinnie."
That was the honest truth: Y/n didn’t know how Vinnie felt anymore, and quite frankly, that scared her. He just shifted overnight, like a werewolf. He went from this passionate, sweet, and caring lover to some heartless creature who was unrecognizable. And it’s not like Y/n hadn’t brought it up to him, but every time she did, he’d either change the topic or just walk off completely. It was weird, scary, and it made Y/n worry for the future of her relationship. She loved Vinnie, and it hurt that he might no longer feel the same.
"That doesn’t sound like him at all," said Maria. "Why would he ignore you? Y/n, I can’t tell you how many times he’s called me, going on and on about how much he loves you."
"I honestly wish I knew the answer to that." Y/n glanced over at the boy, watching as he smiled and laughed with Nate and Reggie. "You know, I haven’t seen him smile or laugh like that in about a month."
Just from the tone in her voice, Maria could tell that Y/n was heartbroken. What she couldn't, for the life of her, figure out was why Vinnie was doing this—avoiding her. There was no doubt in her mind that he loved her. He expressed on multiple occasions that Y/n was the one he wanted to marry, to have children with, and to grow old with. This was the girl for him, and yet here he was treating her like gum on the bottom of his shoe. It just didn’t make sense. However, as she sat on the thought a bit more, it became clear to her what was going on.
"He loves you." Maria stated, leaning over to lay a hand on Y/n’s shoulder. "Trust me when I say that."
"Then can you explain what his deal is?" It’s scaring me."
Maria took a breath and chose her next words carefully, not wanting to make Y/n feel even worse than she already did. "It’s not that he doesn’t love you, sweetie. In fact, it’s the opposite. He loves you so much that it terrifies him."
Y/n was confused. Why on earth would Vinnie be terrified to love her? "I don’t get it." She replied.
"Y/n, I don’t know if you know this, but you’re the first girl he’s been with for more than a month. For god’s sake, you’re the first girl he’s brought here multiple times. I’d even go as far as to say you’re the first girl he’s said, ‘I love you’ to," explained Maria. "He loves you so much that he’s scared to lose you. So many relationships he’s had have ended, and he’s just worried that yours might end and he’d end up heartbroken."
"That…that makes sense." Y/n nodded. She hadn’t ever considered that possibility. It was so easy to be a pessimist and see things from a negative point of view. But thanks to Maria, she now understood what was going on. "I honestly hadn’t thought about that, but yeah, it definitely makes sense. He’s distancing himself, not because he doesn’t want to be with me, but because he’s guarding his heart."
"Exactly. So, what are you going to do."
Y/n shrugged. "The only thing I can do…talk to him. But that’s going to be a challenge. He’ll most likely just avoid me again."
"Lucky for you, you have me here." Maria winked at Y/n before standing up and strolling over to the boys. She whispered something to Nate, only for him to whine, resulting in her scolding him. The next thing Y/n knew, both Reggie and Nate were being led back into the Hacker house by Maria. Vinnie, on the other hand, made his way over to Y/n where he plopped down next to her, while Poncho sat down right by his feet.
"So, where’d they go off to?" She asks, looking down at her lap.
"She needed their help getting something into the house," answered Vinnie.
Y/n nodded in response, hesitating to look at him.
It was silent between the two, the tension so thick it could be cut with a knife. While Y/n was afraid to speak, she knew she had to. She needed to say something, and she needed to do it before her relationship went down the drain.
"I know what’s wrong."
Vinnie glanced over at her, brows knitted together. "What?"
"I know why you’ve been avoiding me," Y/n revealed. "You don’t have to be afraid, you know?"
"Y/n, I—"
"No, I’m for real. You don’t have to be afraid." She finally looked up and met his eyes, noticing the sliver of sadness lingering in them. "Vinnie, the thought of leaving you has never once crossed my mind. You’ve been so good to me, better than any of my other exes. I love you so much it physically hurts. But knowing that you’re scared about me leaving you, it hurts even more."
Vinnie swallowed hard, leaning back into his seat. "I just, I get so worried sometimes. I feel like I’m not good enough, or there will be times where I feel like you’ll get tired of the attention on the internet and leave. I get so scared, Y/n. I really do. I love you, and I don’t want to lose you like the others."
Y/n felt her heart melt at his words. A smile crept onto her face as she moved towards him, wrapping her arms around his torso as she rested her head on his shoulder. "Awe, baby. Why didn’t you tell me you were feeling like this earlier?"
"I don’t know. I’ve never been good at things like this."
"Well, now you know you can talk to me about anything. We’re a team, Vinnie. If one of us is down, so is the other." Y/n kissed his cheek. "We’ve got to communicate, otherwise we will lose each other."
"I hear you," Vinnie reciprocated Y/n’s actions, only instead of kissing her cheek, he kissed her forehead. "You mean so much to me."
"And you mean more to me."
The couple sat there for a minute, just enjoying each other’s company. Vinnie was at ease, knowing that Y/n had no plans to dip anytime soon. For Y/n, she was glad that she confronted Vinnie and got to the bottom of the issue. The lingering pain of Vinnie’s negligence had faded away, the hurt which had clouded her heart now evaporating. There was no more tension between the two and things were back to the way they were.
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radiant-reid · 8 months ago
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Under the covers
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Summary: Friends with benefits never works out, but, this time, it was an accident, unbeknownst to Spencer and Y/n until the team pointed it out.
i just had this idea but can you do something like being roommates with spencer and then becoming friends with benefits and one day someone at work refers to you as a couple because somewhere along the way you both started acting like a couple without even realizing it (with dom!spence if you’re comfortable & lots of fluff)
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (Smut)
Content Warning: Swearing | SMUT (NSFM), sir kink, dom!spencer sub!reader, light bondage, mix of light praise + degrading kink, unprotected penetrative sex|
Word Count: 4.2k
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It wasn't an unusual occurrence.
When necessary, sharing rooms wasn't a big deal, especially for Prentiss, JJ, L/n, and Reid, who had been with the team on and off for the longest.
Spencer was furious with JJ the first time it happened. The months of lying about Emily and the energy he wasted caring. He could have spent that time doing something else, like the date Penelope wanted him to go on before Emily 'died.' What would have happened if that was the perfect girl, and it was JJ's fault he never got to meet her.
It was a stretch, he knew that, but he was too stubborn to be rational.
Y/n was the only person who he felt wasn't walking on eggshells around him. She hadn't been afraid to tell him he was being childish: that his petty remarks were only going to ruin his friendship with JJ.
"Reid, you've got to stop," Y/n told him sternly, almost immediately after he'd slammed their hotel room door closed. She was determined to reign him in.
Spencer threw his bag on the bed, a contrast to his usual calm behavior. Since he found out, nothing about him had been clear headed. "You don't know a fucking thing about it, L/n, so stay out of it." He snarled, not even able to make eye contact with her. He was positively fuming, transferring his anger.
"Reid, I've known you for 4 years! I was just as heartbroken as you after Emily left." Y/n yelled at him. She wasn't mad about his yelling, but she knew if she wound him up enough that he faced his problems, it would help get it out of his system. "I'm not taking it out on everyone around me, so get your act together."
"I'm not going to 'get it together.'" Spencer mocked her voice. "I'm going to keep being mad at JJ because she could have told me. She should have told me." His voice was just starting to level, and Y/n knew he was at a turning point.
"Spencer, I get it, okay?" Y/n reminded him, sitting down in the hope Spencer would as well. He did, sitting next to her on the side of her bed. "But Morgan, Garcia, and I didn't know either, and we're not ruining friendships over it." She reminded him. "You love JJ, and you're Henry's godfather, so don't fuck it up. Especially when we've got an impossible opportunity to have Emily back."
Spencer knew what she was saying was true. And he was thankful to have Emily back, and he was trying not to be mad. "I know." He hesitantly admitted, not feeling guilty about it yet. Eventually, he knew he would, but he was still angry.
"So you can apologize to JJ. She's not mad, but she loves you, and she doesn't want to lose your friendship over an order she was instructed to follow." Y/n told him, strong yet tenderly. He knew everything she was saying was right. She was always right.
Spencer groaned, resting his head in his hands. "Thanks."
Y/n moved his hands away, tilting his head upward. She could see there was still some mad in his eyes, the brown darkening as he looked at her.
The air shifted when Spencer glanced at her lips, only for a moment, but Y/n knew what he needed. The darkening in Spencer's eyes had changed as his face softened slightly, staring at her with all the passion of his previous anger.
"Spencer." Y/n hesitantly started, wanting to make sure there were no miscommunications about what she thought was about to happen. No more lies.
Spencer knew what she was going to ask, answering before she continued. "Yes, if you want to."
"Just as friends?" Y/n asked, biting her lip in the hope she wasn't about to break his heart. He was sweet, but she wasn't ready for something serious.
Spencer nodded at her. Everything in him was far too fragile to get into a relationship. "Yes, Y/n, only friends. Not that, that, t-there's anything wrong-"
Y/n cut him off before he could keep going. "I know. No strings."
The room was a whole lot less tense after that. No more lingering questions or deceptions, just the plain truth. For once, Spencer didn't even feel awkward discussing sex. He was blushing, but he didn't feel self-conscious.
"Okay, how are we going to do this?" Spencer asked, more than ready to jump right into it.
It was Y/n who started, leaning in to place her lips against him. Quickly, before pulling back to make sure there wasn't any hesitation in his eyes. There wasn't. Not even a glimmer of regret or uncertainty.
Spencer dove in more forcefully the second time, kissing her hard and dominating. The dynamic was hanging in the balance of the kiss. The roughness of his lips and firm grip on her face showed Y/n that Spencer was going to be in charge.
Y/n tugged on his tie, trying to pull him even closer as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. Why she assumed he wouldn't be a phenomenal kisser, she didn't know. Lips perfectly molding against hers as his hands traveled down to her hips.
They pulled apart, panting from the lack of air, but it was worth it. Spencer's grip tightened, pulling her onto his lap as she gasped. After seeing her talk down unsubs much bigger than she was, Spencer was amused by the fact she was so compliant. Letting him take all his anger out as he gripped her hips.
It really was electric. The energy transferred from Spencer's anger to limitless passion.
Leaning up, Spencer reconnected their lips. Even though she was sitting above him, he was definitely still in control, with his hands traveling up to cup her tits. Y/n groaned against his lip at the feeling, and Spencer smirked into her lips.
Y/n was already grinding down on him, everything inside her red hot as she felt the blood pulse around her. She could already feel the growing bulge in his pants, and it reaffirmed his consent.
The air was much hotter when Spencer pulled his lips away from hers, looking up at her. He always knew she was pretty, but the swollen lips and full-blown pupils really added to her beauty.
His lips traveled down her neck, resting against the pulse point on her neck and trying to determine how fast her heart was beating. The answer was fast, and that his brain was too blurred to do the math. Her pulse throbbed hard, only spurring on his kisses.
In a second, he unbuttoned the first few buttons of the shirt, giving him unfiltered access to her soft skin.
There wasn't any hesitation to sucking marks into her neck, and there was no doubt she was enjoying it when her moans sounded. Soft mewls turned into louder groans as he continued, simultaneously thrusting his hips up into hers.
Y/n could feel his smirk, cocky, and all over her skin. It was a game he was one move away from checkmate, and she wasn't going to let him win so easily.
Two hands on his shoulders pushed Spencer back into the mattress, changing his view from Y/n's chin to the ceiling. It was only seconds before Y/n was on top of Spencer, sitting upright on his lap as she leaned in to kiss him more forcefully.
Her hands were roaming his chest, thankfully already rid of everything but his shirt and tie. Starting at the bottom, Y/n undid each button slowly, drawing out the torture. Spencer let her, not judging but observing.
When she couldn't undo his tie, Spencer chuckled, amused by her now frantic efforts. "Need a hand?" He offered, still holding her hips.
Sheepishly, she nodded, watching in awe as he swiftly undid the tie. His fingers always made her pay attention, but watching them work from such a short distance held her fascination. All the things she wanted him to do with them, and that was the night.
Her hands continued to explore his chest, appreciating the scars. Spencer observed her enchantment. "You're cute when you think you're in charge." He noted.
Y/n leaned down close enough to kiss his lips, but she didn't. Instead, turning to whisper in his ear. "I am in charge."
Spencer playfully chuckled, like he would do with a child, and it incensed Y/n, who, in rebuttal, ground down against him. Still, it only made her wetter. "Oh, because you're on top of me?" He questioned.
In an attempt to fluster him, Y/n leaned in to kiss his neck. She thought it was working until Spencer wrapped his arms around her back and flipped her over.
Her eyes flicked from shocked to aroused as her eyes shamelessly drifted down his body. Holding her jaw, Spencer forced her to look back up at him. "Who's in charge now, doll?" He growled.
It would have annoyed her, but Spencer was just so hot. "You, Sir." She cheekily replied. "Now, are you going to fuck me, or what?"
"You're about to be in big trouble, sweetheart." The sweet pet name contradicted his warning. Y/n wasn't listening, walking her fingers down to palm his length. "I thought you were going to be a good girl for me." He tutted, shaking his head in disappointment.
The term of endearment made her shiver, the electricity between them making her brain short-circuit. "I'll be a good girl." She quickly stated.
Spencer's eyebrows raised, challenging her as he fought off a smirk. "My good girl?" He asked, hands tracing down her body to finish unbuttoning her top, pulling it open.
"Ye-Yes, Spence, promise." Y/n managed to get out through heavy breaths.
With a finger, he pulled the strap of her bra up before letting it snap back against her skin. "I liked Sir better." He hummed, letting his fingers move inside the cup of her bra, flicking over her nipples.
"Yes, sir." She returned with a smirk, more than ready for him.
He hummed at that, pulling her up so he could take off her shirt, followed by his own. Next off was her bra, and he snapped the clasp before taking it off her, immediately groaning when he saw the delicate skin. Spencer thumbed over her nipples, holding her tits in his palms as he noticed her breath hitching. Then, he laid her back down, a knee in between her thighs, both forcing her legs apart and holding his weight.
Making sure her attention wasn't on his hands, Spencer placed his lips on hers, biting down on her bottom lip before pulling it away. Y/n didn't care about anything as she clashed their teeth together.
Spencer leaned further over her as Y/n's hands rested against the zip on his pants. With one hand, he grabbed both of her wrists, pulling them up past their lips until he pinned them onto the bed above her head.
With his tie still in hand, he touched the fabric to her wrists. Y/n's eyes widened as she threw her head back, trying to figure out what he was doing.
"Can I?" Spencer asked, already looping the fabric around her wrist.
Y/n pouted, trying to hide her surprise at his kinky side. A side she definitely wanted to tap into. "Want to touch you, though."
Spencer leaned down to place a soft kiss on her lips. "You can, just later. Still got to punish you for your dirty mouth." He reminded her, stroking her hair out of her face.
So Y/n let him. He had never not been good at anything, and she trusted him. "Do it."
Spencer did. He looped his tie around her wrists, tying it, so it was loose enough it would avoid hurting her. It was a sight he was in awe of. The red fabric complimented her skin tone perfectly, and Spencer realized that when he wore it the next time, he'd remember her in that position.
With her hands rendered ineffectual, Spencer kissed a line down her chest, stopping to suck marks onto her tits, flicking his tongue over her nipples.
He continued down until he reached her pants, unbuttoning the button before dragging down the zip. Y/n lifted her hips up, letting him tug her pants and panties down.
"So eager," Spencer mumbled, resting a finger in between her pussy, filled with confidence at the wetness. Y/n squirmed downward, trying to get him to slip a finger in. The look Spencer gave her was dirty, in the best way possible. "Such a slut."
"Please, Sir, please touch me." She begged, hoping it would help. While he enjoyed watching her desperation, he couldn't wait to draw out the moans from her and tease her.
He didn't bother about starting slowly, opting to thrust a single finger quickly all the way into her. The walls around his finger pulsated as soon he did it, and it drove him crazy. There weren't many thoughts left in Y/n's head, just so much pleasure it made her head spin.
"Spence, fuck." She moaned once he added a finger, the two of them moving at the perfect place. There really wasn't much he wasn't good at.
Occasionally, she did fixate on his fingers. Especially when he was talking about a case, using his hands to demonstrate a point. Her mind wandered to where she'd like those slender fingers, exactly where they were then.
He leaned up to place a quick kiss on her lips. "Such a dirty mouth." It didn't stop him from thrusting his fingers in and out at a sharper pace, angling them up.
"Shit, S-Spence... Gonna cum." She managed to get out. All the electricity was surging as she built to her climax.
Spencer only added more voltage, with a thumb on her clit, giving her no built-up with the firm and fast circles he was drawing. "Can feel it. So fucking tight." He hummed. "Cum for me, hon."
And Y/n did, sparks flying as she let out a loud moan and came all over his fingers. Spencer lightly groaned as he took in the sight; Y/n's stomach tensed, her back arched, and her eyes rolled back.
"So hot," Spencer spoke in a husky voice, still gawking over her body. Completely nude while he was still half-dressed.
It was something Y/n immediately saw a problem with as she came to, the dazy feeling subsiding as her pulse decreased and she managed to regulate her breathing. There wasn't a depressing feeling that followed her orgasm, just excitement.
She wiggled her hand, trying to draw her focus to them. "Untie me, now."
Spencer scoffed. "You're going to have to do a lot better than that, sweetheart."
She put on her best smile, blinking slowly to accentuate her 'fuck-me' eyes. "Untie me, please."
That earnt her a nod, Spencer's perfect fingers coming to swiftly untie the tie, releasing her. Y/n didn't waste a second. She traced her fingertips down to his pants, noting the more hardened length as she got to work unlooping his belt.
"Something we could try out in the future?" Spencer wondered, seeing the way her eyes lingered on the leather.
Y/n nodded rapidly, wide eyes looking up at him. "Yes, please." With the anticipation still in her mind, she got to work on taking off his pants. Unlike Spencer, she wasted no time in pulling them down, letting his dick spring back up.
Spencer had to physically move her face up to drag her eyes off his ample length. "Enjoying the view?" He asked with a proud smirk.
How could she not be? From his deep jawline to his slim yet muscular figure to his larger-than-expected length.
"Can you fuck me now? Please, sir." Y/n begged, propping herself up against a pillow. She let her legs fall open, showing her eagerness.
Spencer climbed in between her legs, resting his hands on each side of her shoulder. "Look at you begging like a good girl" He cooed, holding her jawline, so she had to look at him.
With her attention on him, Spencer used the element of surprise, thrusting into her in one slow thrust. It knocked the air out of her lungs and made her gasp.
He gave her a minute to adapt. The clenching, wetness was heaven and perfectly adjusted him. Y/n leaned up, placing a long kiss on his lips to ensure him it was alright to move.
The feeling was indescribable. Spencer filling her perfect, hitting every spot. Even the way she clenched around him drove Spencer insane. It was like there was nothing else in the room with both their eyes locked together.
Spencer's movements didn't slow down, only quickening as they chased their releases. Y/n buckled her hips up to match his thrusts as her eyes rolled back into her head. The moans from both of them were endless and increasing in volume.
Spencer noticed her clenching, moving a finger to circle her clit in a way that made her scream. She tipped completely over the edge for the second time only moments after. Her whole body tensed as she shook.
It only took three more sloppy pushes for Spencer to finish deep inside her. A single groan left his lips as he flopped down on top of her.
"Buddy, you're going to have to get off me at some point." Y/n state, brushing his sweaty hair out of his forehead.
"I already got you off." Spencer teased back, giggling in a way she'd never seen before.
With as much energy as she could muster, she shoved his shoulders, and probably due to most of his help, Spencer rolled over next to her. They lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling and more blissed out than ever.
Y/n got up first, struggling to stand as she walked to the bathroom. When she came back, Spencer was redressing in pajamas.
"You okay?" He asked, casting his eyes down her body without feeling any shame. Y/n nodded. There was no way she couldn't be. "I think we need some rules." He suggested, throwing her a t-shirt of his and some underwear to put on.
Suddenly, she felt like she was in trouble. In a classroom with regulations that she had to follow. Still, she kept a calm facade. "Sure, what?" She asked, getting dressed.
Spencer leaned against the headboard, shuffling over so she could sit next to him. "Probably shouldn't tell the team." He thought. She could definitely agree about that one. "Honesty. If we're going to be...trying things out. Honestly, I don't know what we're doing."
"Let's just keep being friends and sleep together. It's super casual, Spence." Y/n assured him, seeing him start to spiral.
Spencer could nod then, feeling better. "I think we should have a signal, for if we're not sharing a room." He decided. Y/n let him continue. "Sweetheart really seems to get you going, so I'll say that."
"And I'll reply with 'buddy'." Y/n decided, grinning about what she'd said previously.
The system work. It worked well and for months. Case after case, the friends-with-benefits fucked all over the country. Spencer was quick to make a list of things for them to try, on paper, of course, so it couldn't be hacked. Their friendship was maintained as well, joking together and swapping books. Somehow, and thankfully, there was no awkwardness. A business-like transaction.
But everyone knew.
"Aaron, you know what they're doing, right?" Rossi asked once they were on the jet, having been briefed by Garcia on the latest serial killer. He nodded to the pair, acting friendly, but everyone noticed Y/n was wearing a day-old shirt.
Everyone also noticed they picked each other first if they had to double up on rooms. And there was something about the pet names 'buddy' and 'sweetheart' that made their pupils dilate.
Hotch looked up from his file, shaking his head. "No, there's less paperwork if I don't."
The team could all notice how comfortable Spencer and Y/n were around each other, but they didn't comment on it until one night at a bar.
Under the dim light, Spencer pulled Y/n onto his lap so everyone could fit around the table.
"Drinks!" Penelope announced, bringing a tray over with some cocktails on it.
Y/n took one, sipping it before she stuck her tongue out and screwed up her nose. "Yuck." She commented, shaking her head at Penelope's bad choice while everyone else laughed.
Spencer took the glass from her fingers, tasting it himself. "What? That's delicious." He disagreed, shaking his head at her.
By the time the remaining members of the team- JJ, Garcia, Morgan, Prentiss, Y/n, and Spencer- walked out of the bar, they were headed right to their favorite pizza shop. Wandering the streets of DC in the pitch black.
"I think I've seen this situation on too many cases," JJ commented, slightly swaying.
Y/n shook her head, an arm wrapped around Spencer's shoulder so she could walk in her heels. "It's alright, we've got Spencer."
Garcia, in a similar position with Morgan, turned back to shake her head. "We've got Morgan." She rebutted. Emily scoffed, wanting to be included. Drunkenly, Penelope pointed to her. "And Prentiss."
Spencer pouted, trying to gain some sympathy. Y/n traced his jawline with a finger. "You're plenty strong, baby." She cooed jokingly. He rolled his eyes, still unable to stop his blush.
Only 10 minutes later, they had their pizza, walking to a nearby park to sit on a picnic table.
"Ohhh, try this." Y/n moaned, handing the slice of the 4 cheese pizza over to Spencer so he could take a bite.
Spencer still had an arm around her waist but he leaned down to take a bite of the slice in her hand. "Mmm, you're right. Pass me a slice?" He requested.
Y/n handed him her one. "Have the crust." She absentmindedly said, knowing it was his favorite part.
Unbeknownst to them, the rest of the group was watching their interactions. They had been for months.
It took them all getting drunk, and Penelope's love for them as a couple for her to say something. "You know, you two are basically a couple."
Their eyes immediately widened, looking at her with frowns. "We're just friends," Spencer told her firmly.
"Yeah." Y/n backed him up, not feeling the need to shuffle away from his embrace.
The rest of their friends couldn't believe the obliviousness. And they were more than ready to start pointing out the evidence, making sure the couple promised to not interrupt.
"You wear Spence's Cal-tech hoodies all the time," JJ reminded Y/n. That was true, there were 3 in her wardrobe. But friends shared clothes.
"Reid, you're always mirroring her body language," Prentiss observed. At first, it was subtle changes, but they were at the point where their mannerisms were so similar it was uncanny.
That was harder to debate. They all mirrored each other sometimes just because they were always in close proximity. But Y/n and Spencer took it to the next level.
"You share food and drink without thinking about it." Garcia reminded them, pointing to the pizza that was conveniently being held by both of them.
"Final point," Morgan announced. "You're both attractive, so there's only one reason why you don't get asked out. Everyone thinks you're dating."
Even though they were drunk, the presentation of the truth sobered them up faster than sleep could. It all made sense when they looked at each other. How it happened, they didn't know. But they had definitely become more or less than a couple.
"So, can I take you out to dinner tomorrow?" Spencer asked her, a cheeky smile on his lips.
Y/n leaned in to whisper into his ear. "Only if you take me home after. We've still got number 5 to check off."
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girlblogger666 · a month ago
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Teen pregnancy Eddissy
An: i wanted to write a fic about this but here’s some headcanons instead ✨ also i kinda wanna include this into my secret dating au which shall b posted very soooooon! Enjoyyyy
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Okay so before any of this happened, Chrissy would still be “dating” Jason, but banging Eddie in secret
It kinda just happened like during the night she went to see Eddie for drugs one thing lead to the other and boom she realized she really liked Eddie
So the two of them kept doing their thanng while chrissy began to grow even more distant from her boyfriend
Eventually, her perfect best of both worlds came to a crashing end once she realized she got knocked up by none other than the freak himself
It doesn’t bother her bc really she loves Eddie, it just heightens her panic. so of course before she tells baby daddy, she frantically breaks up with Jason, leaving him heartbroken and confused
Eddie would immediately know somethings up so as he waits for her a few minutes after the bell has rung and no other students are around, she confesses
“Eddie,” she’d look up at him with her eyes starting to water, “I’m pregnant.”
Eddie wants to laugh maybe even cry, but he doesn’t because he’s old enough to know majority of it is his fault and he needs to take responsibility from his actions
It never once crosses his mind to leave her or get upset, instead he comforts her by holding her and letting her calm down before they can both decide over their options
Ultimately, chrissy decides she wants to keep it
She’s 17, he’s 19 and they’re almost done their senior year, the months left in school won’t be enough to make chrissy stop continuing her classes
Still, they worry because none of them have enough money to support a baby financially and Chrissy knows the second she breaks the news to her mother, she’s getting kicked out of her house
Chrissy would try to push it off, secretly throwing up every morning as the weeks progress and deep down it hurts her because sometimes she feels as if she’s alone and really wishes Eddie could be there holding back her hair or rubbing soothing circles on her shoulder
It’s not to say that Eddie isn’t doing nothing as he gets a job while managing to finish high school for good
The pressure becomes too much for chrissy and one day she just breaks down after Eddie picks her up and seeing her practically sob into pieces is enough for him to convince her to move in his place
On the night that Chrissy packs as much as she can fit into Eddie’s van, she doesn’t tell her parents anything besides a little letter she wrote explaining as much as she wanted to
Like majority of them do, the rumours spread around school about Chrissy and Eddie, but no one believes it and it’s better off that way
Chrissy would enjoy sleeping in Eddie’s bed every night and getting to wake up next to him on the mornings that their peace isn’t disturbed by her sudden nausea
Also Uncle Wayne would know because Eddie can’t lie to him without feeling like a total douche, but he’d be super supportive and try his best to help out the young couple with whatever he can do
So on the days that Chrissy really can’t get out of bed due to how shitty she feels, she spends her time with Wayne in the trailer
He makes her green tea in one of his many mugs hanging around and tells her stories about Eddie as a baby that make her want to cry out in laughter
The stories make her feel just a tiny bit of excitement for when her baby will arrive and how it might just be an exact copy it’s father
But for the time being, she’d shove those thoughts aside because she still has finishing high school on her mind
Her pregnancy would also be a little hard for her because of her eating disorder, but it gives her the right motivation to start bettering herself one day at a time for the baby’s sake
Eddie really treasuring every moment spent with Chrissy because of how hard he’s been working both to graduate and his job
Luckily, the last months of class fly by, even though they were a tedious pain for the couple, and the two of them graduate together
Chrissy is barely showing and is so happy she gets to relax for the whole summer without ever worrying about the harsh backlash she would’ve received from all the other students
Eddie on the other hand, smiles at the tiny sonogram pic he secretly keeps in his wallet and is proud of himself for turning around his life 💕
Tysmmm for reading!! Idk if I should make a part two cuz these kinda felt long, but reqs are always open ✨💁🏻‍♀️
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alisonsfics · 9 months ago
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fading spark
pairing: chris evans x wife!reader
request: “can i request an angsty fic/blurb with chris please where him and the reader are slowly beginning lose the spark in their relationship and become more distant as time goes on? maybe their friends and family around them realise it but not them?” - anonymous
word count: 2.2k
warnings: unprotected sex, smut, praise kink, oral ( f receiving), masturbation for like a split second, dirty talk, angst, swearing, minors DNI
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You headed towards the front door when you heard the door bell ring again. You weaved in and out of the people and eventually made it to the door. You opened it and welcomed in more guests.
Your husband, Chris, had recently won an Academy Award for a movie he starred in. So, you decided to throw a party to celebrate his success. You hadn’t even seen Chris all night, you were too busy being a hostess.
You leaned against the back of the door, sighing as you finally had five seconds to yourself. One of your closest friends, Katherine, walked over to you with two glasses of wine.
“You look like you could use this.” She said, handing you a glass. You nodded while accepting the drink. “I think everyone is here, let’s go talk. You need a break anyway.” She told you, heading towards your back porch. You followed her outside, and you both took a seat on the chairs you had set out.
“So, how have you been? I feel like I’ve been so busy that I haven’t seen you in ages.” You said, turning to face her. She took a sip of her wine. “I’ve been really good. How have you and Chris been?” She asked, with a cautious expression.
You furrowed your eyebrows when you heard her question. “Chris and I are fine. Wait why? Why wouldn’t be fine?” You asked her. She clearly knew something, but you didn’t know what it was.
“I was just asking.” She lied. You just stared back at her. “Bullshit. You’re my best friend, I know when you’re lying. Just tell me what you meant. Did Chris do something that I don’t know about?” You asked her.
She placed her hand on top of yours before she answered you. “No, nothing like that. I’m just worried about the two of you. I’m not trying to stress you out. I’m just concerted. I remember when you both started dating. It impossible for you to keep your hands off each other. You guys have been together for six years, and you never really got out of the honeymoon phase. But recently, you both just seem distant.” She told you.
You didn’t know what to say. You were simply speechless. You sat there in silence as you processed what she told you. “Do you think he doesn’t love me anymore?” You asked, your voice breaking.
Her eyes went wide. “No, no, no, honey. That’s not what I meant at all. It’s just weird seeing you both not all lovey dovey. I thought maybe something had happened. I wanted to be here for if you both got in a fight or something. If nothing happened, then you’re fine. All couples go through rough spots. Everything will be fine.” She told you, pulling you into a hug.
For the rest of the night, it was all you could think about. You were notorious for overthinking, but this was next level. You had thinking about every aspect of your relationship with Chris. You couldn’t even remember the last time he kissed you. Above all, you didn’t know how you hadn’t noticed until Katherine brought it up.
Your eyes landed on Chris, on the other side of the room. He was telling one of his friends a story with a giant smile on his face. “You alright, honey?” Someone asked you. You turned around and saw Chris’ mom, Lisa.
You were holding back tears at this point. You pursed your lips, trying desperately not to cry. Her expression softened instantly, and she pulled you into a hug.
“Can I ask you a question?” You asked her. She nodded her head, holding your hands in hers. Lisa was family to you, and you went to her for advice often.
“Do you think Chris still loves me?” You asked her, not able to look her in the eyes. She felt every emotion you were feeling from the heartbroken expression on your face. “Did something happen?” She asked you, softly.
You shook your head. “We’ve just been really distant. I’m just worried about it. I really don’t want him to fall out of love with me. Maybe I haven’t been good at showing it recently, but he is my everything.” You said, wiping away the rouge tear that rolled down your cheek.
“If I know one thing, it’s that my son loves you more than anything in the world. Maybe you’ve both been busy, but he still loves you. But I’m assuming you came to me because you were wondering what to do?” She asked you. You nodded your head, truly looking to her for support. “Talk to him. Maybe not right now, but talk to him tonight. Tell him how you’ve been feeling. You both can work this out. You both are so strong and you love each so much.” She told you, pulling you in for a final hug.
You thanked her for the advice before going to talk to one of your friends. You felt more optimistic about your relationship, and you were looking forward to a chance to talk to Chris alone.
After everyone left, you and Chris focused on cleaning up all the food and trash from the party. Neither one of you said a word, but it was first time you both had done something together in weeks. It was refreshing. Afterwards, you both walked to your bedroom to get ready for bed.
You stood in front of the bathroom mirror, taking off your jewelry. You weren’t really focusing on what you were doing. Your mind was somewhere else. You were trying to make sure you knew what you wanted to say to Chris.
You were so zoned out that you didn’t see him appear in the doorway of the bathroom. “Hi,” he said, softly. He knew you were zoned out, and he didn’t want to scare you.
You turned to face him and saw him standing there in a t-shirt and sweatpants. “My mom told me that you talked to her.” He said with a sadness in his tone.
You just nodded your head, giving him a weak smile. “What did I do?” He asked you, his volume barely above a whisper. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. “What are you talking about?” You asked.
“My mom said you thought I didn’t love you anymore. That is my worst nightmare. What did I do to make you feel like that?” He asked, his voice breaking. You could see all of the emotion in his eyes. “It wasn’t something you did. We both have just been distant recently, don’t you think? When was the last time that we spent time together or the last time we kissed? I can’t even remember…” you responded.
“How do we fix this?” He asked, as he looked down at the floor. You had been wondering the same thing. You reached out to hold his hands. “I don’t know,” your voice cracked as you said it.
He wrapped his arms around your body, holding you against him. You balled up his t-shirt in your hands, while you both stood there in silence. “I don’t know what to do, but I know I want to work to fix this. I don’t want to give up. I love you.” You told him. He pressed a kiss against your temple.
“I love you too. I could never give up on us. How about once a week we have dinner? Just the two of us, no distractions.” He suggested. It was certainly a start. “I would like that.” You said, looking up into his eyes.
He brushed some of your hair out of your face. “Sweetheart, let me make love to you. Let me prove how much I love you. It’s been too long since I’ve gotten to show you how beautiful you are.” He said, placing kisses up and down your neck.
You leaned your head to the side, giving him more access. His name fell effortlessly from your lips as his hands grabbed your ass through your jeans.
“Make love to me, Chris.” You begged him. His sweatpants started to feel tight just from you begging for him. It had been a while since you both had had sex. Neither one of you had realized how much you needed each other.
He grabbed at the back of your thighs, lifting you up off the ground. He attached his lips to yours as he walked into your bedroom. It felt like your first time again. It was electric.
He laid you down on the bed, crawling on top of you. He kissed you, kissed you hard. You could already feel yourself throbbing, and Chris had barely done anything yet. His fingers swiftly moved to the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and over your head.
A groan fell from his lips as he laid eyes on your breasts. “I’ve missed being this close with you, sweetheart.” He told you, before unclipping your bra. He laid a trail of kisses down the valley between your breasts.
Your eyes fluttered closed as he moved to take off your jeans. He pulled the denim down your legs, eventually tossing them to the side. You opened your eyes for a moment and saw Chris’ face between your legs. It was enough for you to whimper. He was so close to where you needed him.
“I’m going, baby. I promise.” He said, hooking his fingers into your panties and pulling them off of you. You could feel his warm breath against your folds. “Need you so bad,” you mumbled, squirming as you waited for him to touch you.
Then, he placed a kiss right on your clit. He moved on to licking harsh stripes through your folds. Whimpers and moans fell from your lips as he buried his face between your legs.
“So good,” you said, breathlessly. You reached down and wrapped your fingers in his hair. Your hips bucked against his face. The sounds coming from his mouth only turned you on more.
He hummed against your clit, causing you to call out his name. “Chris, ohh— more,” you begged him. He changed between sucking on your clit and drawing figure eights with his tongue.
You started to arch your back against the bed. You knew you were close. Your toes began to curl as you waited for your orgasm. “I’m gonna— fuck,” you called out, as you came on his face. He lapped up all your arousal before coming up to kiss you. “That feel good, honey?” He asked you, moving your hair out of your face.
You just nodded as you caught your breath. Your eyes were still closed as you tried to recover from your orgasm. Chris stood up and quickly got rid of his clothes. You heard a groan from him that made you open your eyes.
You saw him kneeling on the bed, jerking himself off. “Oh fuck,” he mumbled, his eyes fluttering closed. You felt a pit forming in your stomach. “I’m thinking about you, sweetheart. Thinking about how good you feel wrapped around me.” He told you. A whimper escaped your legs as you rubbed your legs together.
You got up on your knees, facing him. You pulled his hand away from his cock. His eyes shot open. You pushed him, so he was sitting with his back against the headboard.
“Say it again.” You told him. He smirked, knowing the effect that his words had on you. “I was thinking about your pretty pussy, sweetheart. I was thinking about how good it feels when I’m deep inside you.” He told you, earning a moan from you.
You rested your hands on his shoulders. He leaned in and buried his face in your neck, softly sucking on the skin. As he did that, you lined yourself up and slid down onto his cock.
He threw his head back, multiple profanities falling from his lips. “So tight, honey. It’s been too long since I stretched you out.” He said, grabbing your hips. You pulled away and then sank back down onto him. He used his tight grip on your hips to effortlessly lift you up and down.
Each time it felt like he reached deeper inside of you. “You get yourself off on my cock, sweetheart. I need to play with these gorgeous tits.” He said, grabbing both of your breasts that were bouncing as you thrusted onto him.
Both of you were moaning freely. It had been so long since you both had had sex, that you both were almost ready to cum already. You could feel the tightening in your stomach.
“I love you, you know that right?” Chris said, grabbing your hips and helping you as your thrusts started to falter. “I love you too, so much.” Your voice came out airy and breathless.
With that, you both fell over the edge, your bodies collapsing against each other. “I love you.” He repeated, pressing kisses to your sweaty forehead.
“I’m sorry that I let us get so distant. I’ve missed you, and not just the sex even though that was amazing.” You told him, laughing softly. He chuckled and kissed you softly. “You’re right. That was amazing.” He said, before getting up to grab a washcloth.
He cleaned you both up and then got into bed beside you. “Have I ever told you how lucky I am to be your husband?” He asked, wrapping his arm around your waist.
“I’d say just as lucky as I am to be your wife.” You told him, as you snuggled into his side.
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fuwushiguro · 10 months ago
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You Got That Stuff I Like
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Day Four: Somnophilia | 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
Reiner Braun x f!reader Genre: Smut Notes: First somno... This felt icky to write but also... so very good 😋 Warnings: 18+, noncon, somnophilia, creampie, forced breeding, molestation??, yandere I guess, misogyny kinda, alcohol consumption, house party setting. Words: 2.3k
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Do you know how beautiful you are? Reiner’s heart skips a beat whenever he sees you. He thinks you make it stop all together when you smile at him. So beautiful, God, so fucking beautiful and you don’t even know it. Reiner would treat you right. He’s sure of it. He’d shower you in gifts and love. He’d do it all for you. Anything you wanted, anything you needed, he’d be happy to fill your every whim and desire. His heart shatters a little when he sees you arrive at Zeke’s Halloween party. Of course you’re hand in hand with Eren. Why wouldn’t you be? You say he’s your best friend, but he’s a little more than that, isn’t he? He doesn’t reciprocate your feelings, but you let him fuck you stupid anyway. Don’t you? Any excuse to feel him, to have him. You’re such a fool, you deserve someone who will worship you. You’ve even roped Eren into matching costumes, you are an angel and he is your devil. Very fitting, Reiner thinks a halo suits you just fine.
What is it going to take for you to let him have you?
Reiner wanders around the party awkwardly. It’s not that he doesn’t have friends here, he does. He just doesn’t want to talk to them. He’s looking for an in with you. Eren has his hand settled in the small of your back and you’re glued to his side. He doesn’t want to ask if you’d like to go somewhere private; Eren will know exactly what he’s up to and he’ll be damned if he’s going to let anyone else touch his pocket pussy. He’ll figure something out. Reiner’s legs are moving before he gives them permission. He’s going to talk to you. He's going to talk to you about anything and he’ll find some way to get you alone. Before he can take another step, he feels the back of a hand hit into his chest with a harsh thwack.
“I’ll bet I know where you’re going in such a hurry.”
Porco.
“Dunno what you’re talking about Pock.” Reiner fibs. He hopes the nickname that Porco hates so much will be enough to throw him from his train of thought. Porco grimaces at it momentarily, but regains his composure. He has something to gloat about to his frenemy, after all.
“I fucked her, y’know.”
“I’m sorry?”
“Yeah. Pretty little angel over there? Fucked her brains out.” Porco stated. Reiner was at a loss for words. Him? You let him touch you? This complete dickhead is someone you willingly shared your body with?
“Bullshit. When?”
“A few months ago, Colt’s birthday party.” Porco smugly grinned at Reiner. He knew how much Reiner liked you. He wanted to rub his little conquest with you in his face. And of course, it was working. How could you do this to him? He thought for sure you were sweet and innocent. He thought you were completely devoted to Eren. He stupidly thought he had a chance of convincing you to be with him instead. If he could show you he loved you, really loved you like you deserved, he thought you’d forget all about Eren. But it turns out you’re an easy lay after all if you let someone as lowly as Pock have you. “It wasn’t the best fuck of my life, apparently she’s strongly against taking birth control so she made me use a condom.” he added, taking a drink of his beer as he recalled the memory. Well that’s something at least. Even when heartbroken, lonely and inebriated you’re smart enough to use protection.
“So are you two, like, um—” Reiner struggled to formulate a sentence. He knew what he wanted to ask but he wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answer.
“Look at her, does it look like we’re a thing?” Porco commented. “No, he hooked up with someone else at Colt’s party so she was seeking comfort I was happy enough to give to her.” he boasted. “It’s obvious she’ll never see you as anything but a friend, or she would have fucked you instead of me, big guy.” Porco tormented. He patted Reiner’s shoulder twice with a heavy hand before walking away swigging his beer. Is that true?
Reiner is starting to think so.
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Everyone’s attention is directed to Eren when he’s shouting ‘Move! Move!’ over and over as he commands people to get out of his way. Reiner can’t see what is going on until he reaches the stairs. You’re lifeless in Eren’s arms. You’re not dead, are you? Reiner couldn’t bear that. But he suspects Eren wouldn’t be taking you upstairs if you were.
“What’s wrong with her?” Reiner wonders.
“Vodka happened to her, stupid fucking bitch. Takin’ her upstairs to sleep it off.” Eren answers him heatedly. That is who you’re in love with? You’re infatuated with that? Reiner wonders if you know Eren refers to you so rudely. Would you still love him then?
Reiner follows up the stairs a few minutes later but takes a different path down the hallway. He needs to use the bathroom. Just how drunk he is really hits him under the bright bathroom light as he stands and sways while he tries to piss in the toilet bowl and not on the floor. He washes his hands when he finishes and gives himself a pep talk.
“It’s fuckin’ Halloween. Have a fun night with your friends ya piece of shit.” Reiner orders himself. He splashes his face a little with water. He’s just now realising he’s lost the pig mask he’d arrived wearing in his lazy Halloween costume. He felt guilty but it was last minute, it was the first thing he found. Next year he promises Zeke he’ll go all out in the costume department.
He starts to leave the bathroom, but jumps back behind the door when he sees Eren leave the bedroom. Was that… adoration in his eyes? Maybe he does love you after all. He’s just staring into the room, presumably at you. He looks like he’s in love with you. So why does he play silly little games with you? Reiner makes sure to keep himself completely hidden when Eren finally shuts the door after himself.
He couldn’t, could he? He contemplates going in to see your sleeping form. He bets you look even more angelic than usual while you’re sleeping soundly. But that would be awfully creepy of him. Wouldn’t it? It’s too perverse, too sick, too wrong. He wouldn’t, would he? Apparently the question has already been answered as he’s gently lowering the handle and welcoming himself into Zeke’s spare room.
He doesn’t turn the light on, he doesn’t want to wake you after all. He’s just, watching you. You’ve been positioned on your side, good. It’s good to know Eren isn’t stupid. You won’t choke on your own vomit thanks to his placement of you. Reiner admires the way your perfect chest rises and falls, so dreamily while you rest. He can see your silhouette faintly from the street lamps glaring in from outside. You’re so perfect. So beautiful. You really are. Fuck. You’ve made him hard and you’ve done nothing at all. He whispers your name ever so quietly. You’re out, completely and utterly out of it.
Sick thoughts are running through his mind. Sick sick thoughts that he wishes he could dispel. But you’re never going to get over Eren. And Reiner isn’t even good enough to be the guy you run to for comfort when your heart is broken. He’s disgusting, it’s something that shouldn’t have even entered his mind. But he’s already unzipping his pants. He’s already sinking the bed down with his body weight as he hovers over you.
“You’re so beautiful.” he muses quietly as he strokes his cock lightly. The sound of sticky precum being disturbed by his action fills the room. You mewl a little. More of that. He needs to hear that more.
He does his best to roll you onto your back without disturbing you. It’s okay, he promises to put you back how you were when he’s done with you. He wants to pull your panties down. But fuck, your soft squishy thighs are right there. He rubs them, just a little bit with his thumbs. He can’t believe he’s touching you like this. Reiner's feeling like the luckiest man alive. He does eventually reach for your underwear. Pulling them off gently, yet still you stir a little. But you don’t wake. Thank God you don’t wake. He spreads your legs. He didn’t know a cunt could be so gorgeous, so appetizing. But he can’t taste you, he wants to, Christ does he want to more than anything. But he doesn’t have time. Anyone could come in at any moment and he has to be inside of you.
There’s no point in prepping you. It might wake you up, and you’re sleeping anyway. He lines his cock up with your tight hole, hissing when he begins to descend inside of you. It’s better than he ever could have imagined. He’d never have thought you would feel this fucking perfect. You were made for him. He’s sure of it now. He panics when he sees your face contort a little. He knows he’s big, bigger than average. Aren’t you used to this kind of size? If you wake up, he’ll hate himself. As if he doesn’t already hate himself for doing this to you. He’s disgusting, but he couldn’t help himself. Why couldn’t you just love him? His hand will fly to your mouth to cover your screams if you do wake up. And if you remember come morning, he’ll lie. You were completely intoxicated after all.
“God,” he hisses, “I love you.” he admits, he supposes it’s to no one but himself as he ruts into you.
You’ll hate him when you realise what he’s done. Because you will realise. You’ll wake up with his cum sticky between your thighs because he was too selfish and too excited to fuck you when you were right there on a platter for him. He’s going to knock you up with his kid and there’s not a single thing you can do about it. You’ll probably think it’s Eren’s. He’ll freak out and leave you, he’s sure of it. Maybe that is when he’ll be able to swoop in and claim you all to himself. Yes. This is despicable, what Reiner is doing is morally bankrupt and disgusting, but it’s all going to work out in the end. He’s seeing all the pieces fall perfectly into place. You’ll see. This is for the best.
“E-Eren…?” you moan softly. Fuck. You’re not allowed to wake up now. You can’t fucking wake up now! You’re going to ruin everything.
Reiner keeps quiet. He can’t say no, because you’ll panic. He can’t say yes, because he doesn’t sound a thing like Eren. He stills himself, and remains perfectly quiet. Your head sinks sideways back into the pillows, and Reiner hears a soft, sweet little snore from you. How can one human being be so fucking perfect? He’s never felt so relieved in his life. He starts to fuck you again, he feels his hairline dampening with sweat. It takes a lot of energy to hold himself up and drive into you slowly. He is trying to be so careful. The situation is precarious. He’s already passed the point of no return, so what damage could taking a peek at your chest do? It’s only right, he thinks. He’s seen your cunt. He wants to see more. He pulls down your dress and one of your breasts is released from it’s confines. It’s almost enough for him to shoot his load then and there. Another wall of pleasure has been bashed down for him. He’s about to reveal the other one; but you stir awake a little once again.
“I love you…” you mutter in your sleep.
“Oh, fuck—” Reiner cums with a vengeance. It feels like he’s never going to stop filling you up. There just seems to be no end to his release. He’s hissing, moaning, groaning, everything you can think of. He’s wanted this for so long. He knows you’re out of it. He knows you’re probably dreaming of Eren, thinking that he is Eren. But he doesn’t care. You just told him you love him. It’s all he’s wanted to hear for as long as he can remember. He presses a chaste kiss into your jaw. He wants your lips, he wants them badly, but he’s sure it’ll be enough to wake you. “I love you.” he tells you in hushed tones.
He zips his trousers back up once he tucks himself away. He’ll have to go back to the bathroom to make sure he doesn’t look too different. Too suspicious, more like. He does his best to pull your panties back up for you before rolling you back onto your side. He wants to keep his load nice and snug inside of you. It’s all part of his master plan. He stands in the doorway as he watches you sleep. Just as Eren had. He understands now. Even if Eren didn’t love you, he was powerless against admiring you when you were like this. He keeps thinking about how perfectly everything is going to work out for you both. Eren will be out of the picture and the two of you will be able to raise his child together. It’s what he deserves, he’s waited long enough for his happy ending. Reiner shuts the door as quietly as he can before turning on his heel to go to the bathroom again.
His heart stops.
“What have you been up to with the devil’s angel, Reiner?”
Porco.
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hoetani · 6 months ago
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Warnings: Suggestive, profanity (v little), cheating
Synopsis: After being heartbroken by Rindou, you turn to his brother.
Relationship: Ran Haitani x fem!Reader
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Your nails bite into the palms of your hands, littering deep crescent shapes across the skin. The disturbing sight before you was enough to have you seething. Betrayal simmers in your gut before it boils into anger. The hard clench of your jaw is strong enough to break your teeth.
If you peer hard enough, you can see Rindou, the man who claims you have his heart, who promises you’re the only woman he comes home to, is in a close embrace with another. His hand grips her waist as she whispers something in his ear, he laughs it off – something he does with you, when you tell him something provocative.
So, you’re his dirty little secret. He always seems to convince you that the numerous red flags are all in your imagination. He keeps you out of his life, away from any of his associates, even his own brother – the famous Ran Haitani. It appears he’s living a double life, one that he’ll soon wish was over.
It takes every inch of self-control to leave, especially without resorting to any sort of violence with him. But after a deep breath and a little bit of a clear head, you decide to regroup – Haitani Rindou will pay.
Sitting in your new place, you wait for him to come home from work, to enter the door and wonder where his welcome home kiss is, to notice the much too clean apartment and start to worry. The phone by your leg begins to buzz as you laugh like a mad woman, taking a sip from your glass while you lounge cockily, phase one of the plan is complete.
Rindou is a menace, hunting you down, demanding an explanation – like he deserves one. He’s angry at you, for having such an impact on him, for leaving him so easily. But when you mention why you left and how you’ve had enough of his shit, it melts away leaving him shocked.
“Look, I messed up, but I love you alright?”
You laugh humorlessly, “Oh, that’s how you show your love for someone? By betraying them.”
“Look, it’s not even a big deal. You’re the one I come home too, you’re the one I sleep next to.”
“Not good enough.”
“I’m sorry, please don’t leave me.”
You sigh, he’ll be sorry alright. You want to hurt him like he hurt you, to show him the real meaning of betrayal, so you flip your hair over your shoulder, “Don’t contact me again.”
Keeping you separate from his work was a blessing in disguise, if Rindou’s brother knew about your relationship, he’d never mess around with you on principle – for the dignity of his brother. But, he didn’t know about it and he doesn’t know about you.
It was much too easy for you to ‘bump’ into him, worming your way into his life under the guise of being nothing more than a normal person. You reeled him in with your mystery, keeping him there with your exciting spontaneity. It wasn’t hard to keep your new relationship with Ran Haitani a secret, with a pity story and a sad look, the strongest man you know crumbles, promising to go at your pace – anything to make you happy.
You draw him in like a fish on a hook, days turning into weeks and weeks turning into months. Under his ever present company, your heart can’t help but soften for him. It’s worrying, and you nearly wreck everything with this new fear, but then he intervenes, promising to never hurt you – and somehow, you believe him. He was once a pawn, but now he is the king in your game of chess.
The sheets bunch around you as you sit up in a daze, wincing slightly as you shift your legs under the covers. Ran is in front of the mirror fixing his tie. He eyes you, smirking at your mussed up appearance.
“You should probably stay in bed.”
You roll your eyes halfheartedly, “I think I’ll manage.”
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
He finishes off by adding the final touches, the cuff links you gifted him a while ago and with a few spritz’ of your favourite cologne. He picks up his briefcase, standing to his full height. You bite your lip at the sight of him, the look he gives you tells you to cool it down.
“Right baby, got to go.”
You dramatically blow him a kiss, which he catches and stores in his pocket. He prefers to say goodbye in the morning at a distance, knowing if he comes close to you, you’ll lure him in with your siren ways and he won’t make it to work for the rest of the day.
“See you.”
When he leaves, you rush to get ready. Finally phase two of the plan was a go.
Wearing a pretty dress with a big enough neckline to display the red splotches decorating your neck, you enter Bonten headquarters, making your way to the top floor. The clacking of your heels against the floor matches the pace of your heart as it beats in anticipation.
The receptionist at the desk greets you stonily, eyeing you up and down with no emotion.
“I’m here to see Ran Haitani, I’ve brought lunch,” you hold up the plastic bag containing his favourite take out.
With no further explanation, he lifts the phone to his ear, ���There’s a woman here to see you.”
With a brief pause, he nods to the couch across from him, “Wait here, he’ll be five minutes.”
Taking a seat, you play with your fingers, nerves running high. This is the moment you’ve been waiting for, finally all of your hard work is coming together. Getting payback and getting to have lunch with your handsome boyfriend? Talk about the perfect day.
By happy chance, footsteps sound from the opposite direction and you’re greeted by a pair of familiar eyes. His hair hasn’t changed – it was still long and bouncy, your fingers remember how soft the locks are.
When Rindou finally notices you, his eyes widen comically, with your name on his confused lips, “What are you doing here?”
His eyes trail from your neck down to the food in your hands. Before you can open your mouth to respond, your name is shouted across the hall. You turn to see Ran sauntering towards you, a grin on his face.
“To what do I owe this lovely surprise?”
“Well, I was thinking…” You trail off.
“Well that’s dangerous,” he teases, eyes scrunching as he regards you fully. His eyes particularly flare with pride when they land on your neck.
You pout childishly as he pats your head affectionately. It’s then that he notices his brother, who is uncharacteristically silent.
“This is who I’ve been wanting to tell you about,” Ran introduces, slinging an arm around your shoulder.
You know Rindou won’t say anything, anyone can see how attached Ran is to you. He’d be the last person to jeopardise his brothers happiness. You smile, he’s trapped in a net.
“Your new girl?” Rindou manages to choke out. When Ran confirms it, it feels like he’s been poisoned, the intoxicating feeling wrapping around his heart and squeezing painfully. Sure, you’re too good for him, sure he messed up a few times, but he’s always loved you – isn’t that what counts?
“I brought lunch,” you wave the bag around enticingly, the tempting aroma of the food wafting around the front desk.
Closing his eyes, Ran groans in appreciation, “I’m going to marry you.”
The way he says it warms your heart. You know it wont be any time soon but even the idea that he’s thinking of it makes you giddy.
From the corner of your eye, Rindou stiffens. You lay a hand on your beloved boyfriends arm, “Let’s have lunch first.”
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sunshineistyping · 7 months ago
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Hi there! I love your work! I just wanted to request something that is a sort of part 2 to something someone else requested actually. You don't have to do it if you don't want to obviously lol. This is a part two to the one of Moondrop accidentally killing the reader and Sun finding out and being heartbroken. Could you do the reader coming back as an aninatronic, y'know, FNAF style lol aha. Anyway, have a nice day!
You absolutely can, thank you for the request!
Alive
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Part two of How?
Characters: Sundrop/Sunny/Sun x GN!Animatronic!Reader
Warnings: Blood, Mentions of Harm/Past Events, Mentions of Death
Please, like Part 1, don’t read this if you’re not in the right headspace!
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Your eyes snapped open, what? How were you alive? You shouldn’t be alive. You’d felt the agony of Moon crushing your throat. You felt yourself die. What in the world was going on? Why couldn’t you move? Why did everything feel so cold. Where even were you? A box? A metal one maybe? How did you even get here? A sudden jolt of the entire box shifting and a few muffled voices later, and the door swung open. There was a blonde woman standing there, one you had never seen before. She looked you over before staring in your eyes.
“So it worked. Good. I know you’re probably confused, maybe even a bit scared. Don’t worry, there’s nothing to fear, I was the one who brought you back. Yes, from the dead. There’s just one little problem.” You couldn’t even open your mouth to talk. So you really did die? Why the hell would she bring you back? How did she even learn how to do that? She’s acting as if it’s a typical Sunday morning!
“See in order to finish the ritual I kind of had to stuff your rotting body into that chest cavity you have there. It’s all gross and I really don’t want to touch it. So I’m asking you, can you please remove it for me?” She wants you to remove your own body from the shell you’re inhabiting? What even was this shell in the first place? Could you even move your arms? You tried once again and to your dismay, it hurt. It felt as though your bones were uncomfortably grinding against one another.
“Oh, I forgot to oil up your joints. That probably hurts huh? How about this. You remove the corpse and I oil up those joints of yours. Sound good?” Your neck feels more stiff as you nod. You look down at yourself, a metal robot body, cool. Wow, were you taller too? It doesn’t matter. You press gently on your stomach hatch until it snaps open, reaching your arm inside you immediately feel something grotesquely wet. You pull out what was definitely your own body. Though you were mostly unrecognizable and covered head to toe in black liquid and what smelled like gasoline.
“Ah. guess I didn’t tell you, you’ve been dead for quite a while now. I want to say 2 months?” She calls over her shoulder as she picks up an oddly shaped oil canister. She then makes her way over to you and begins to loosen all your joints up from head to toe. Then, she unhooks your jaw and adds some more just to make sure you can talk properly. So you’d been dead for a long time and she randomly decided to pull you back into the living world?
“Why did you bring me back?” You cringe at your own voice, robotic with some kind of funny quality to it. As if you’d put a light static filter over it. Note to self, your robot voice sounds nothing like your human one.
“Honestly? It was just to see if it was possible. I wanted to make the animatronics more ‘life-like’ and what better way than black magic? Well, that and the company had screwed up your personality chip. This was the only way you would still feel real to children.” You felt slightly ill at the thought. So she did black magic to bring you back to life...for a raise?
“Now, come with me okay? You’re going to work in the daycare. You remember that place, right?” Of course you did. Of course you did but you really didn’t want to go back there. You followed her anyway, the creaks and hollow feeling as you walked was odd. You’re not sure if you’ll ever get used to it. After about ten minutes of walking through the building you were met with the giant wooden doors. Your heart dropping to your stomach.
“Night just passed so you’ll have a full hour to catch up with Sun. Be warned he’s been a little...odd since you died.” She pulled them open to usher you inside. She then closed the door behind you, presumably not wanting to deal with the Sun either. So you stood still for a moment in fear. Your blood had been cleaned up from the floor obviously, but if you looked close enough the blue tile had the tiniest pink tinge to it.
“Who are you.” You looked to your side and there was Sunny. His body language was stiff, cold even. You’d never seen him stand to his full height like this when you were human, it kind of freaked you out.
“Uh, I’m the new security? I’ll be taking over the desk at night.” The best excuse you could think of.
“You’re lying to me, aren’t you? Why are you really here. Who are you really.” He walked over as stiff as before, glaring down at you. You’re not sure how you knew he was glaring but the malice in his tone spoke volumes.
“I’m just...I’m not really sure? Some blonde girl decided it would be a good idea to bring me back to you. So here I am.”
“So you’ve been brought back to me? That doesn’t make any sense, I’ve never seen you before in my life. Wait. Come here.” You walked closer, looking up into his eyes and for a moment he just stared. His hands then reached up and gently held your cheeks.
“Sweetheart? Is that you? Please tell me that’s you, you’re back right? You’re back?”
“I guess I am.” In that moment he toppled you over with a hug, a low groan echoing from the sound of you hitting the ground. You liked Sun a lot actually. You really did find him pretty cute it’s just...Moon. You really hate Moon.
“You’re back, you came back to me. You’re alive. Thank you, thank you, it’s been so hard. It’s been so extremely hard to live without you. I’ll never let you go again. I’ll never ever let you out of my sight. You're mine forever. I love you so so much.”
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forever-rogue · 3 months ago
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I've never asked any writer a request before but I really really love your writing so hopefully you'll like this request--no pressure though! I have a Javi G request where he and Female Reader like each other but neither know it. And then at a party or event maybe, Javi sees Lucas flirting with her and thinks she likes his cousin so he's heartbroken. If you could give it a fluffy ending though where Reader tells him something like, you're the only one I want 🥺💗
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AN |  Alright, here we have a first little foray into the pit of Javi G. I really do be loving one soft little cinnamon roll himbo [no real spoilers for tuwomt] 🥰❤️
Pairing | Javi  Gutierrez x Fem!Reader
Warnings | None
Word Count | 1.7k
Masterlist | PP Characters, Main
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“Are you going to keep staring or are you going to go up and actually talk to him?” Gabriela had caught you unawares and startled you so much that you almost choked on your champagne. When you turned around to face her, you found a knowing little smirk pulling up the corners of her mouth. You knew she’d caught you red handed. 
“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you lied, offering her a playful laugh to try and get her mind away from the subject entirely, “I was just…thinking.”
“Thinking?” she repeated as you threw back the rest of the golden, bubbly liquid from your flute, “thinking about…?”
“Umm,” you whispered, wishing you were faster at thinking on your feet but instead your mind went blank. What did she expect you to say? Thinking about Javi again because I’m madly in love with him or maybe wondering what it would be like to get him out of that suit and have sex with him. You weren’t about to confess to either of those, despite the fact that’s exactly where your mind had gone. Instead you managed to blurt out the first thing that came to mind, “the clouds. They’re awfully sparse tonight which is umm…good since we probably won’t get interrupted by rain any time soon.”
“The clouds,” she sounded out the words slowly as you gave her a tight lipped smile, “never knew you had interest in meteorology.”
“O-oh, yes,” you grinned, smoothing down the front of the brilliant red dress you were wearing, “you know, a side interest.”
“You are a horrible liar,” she nudged your hip as you sighed heavily, grabbing a fresh glass from a passing waiter, “the only person that doesn’t realize that you are in love with Javi is…Javi. You don’t have to lie to me, I’ve known.”
“I’m not…inlovewithjavi,” you felt small and pathetic as she just raised an eyebrow at you. You’d been sure that you were being subtle and could just claim the two of you were best friends. You also knew that she was a strong headed woman and wouldn’t just let the subject go, “fine. You’re right - are you happy now?”
“No,” she gave you a gentle push in his direction, causing you to yelp slightly. The small sound had drawn his attention over to you and your whole face warmed up in embarrassment. Javi just raised his own glass at you before shooting you a shot wink, “I won’t be happy until my best friends finally admit they’re in love and passionately kiss and finally have their happy ending.”
“Gabriela,” you hissed, “no, no, no. That’s never going to happen. I can’t just…what if it ruins everything? I’d rather just keep him as a friend than lose him.”
“What happens if he ever starts seeing someone else?” she put her finger under your chin and turned your face towards hers, “are you really going to be happy seeing him with another? What’s it going to feel like seeing him kiss someone else? Are you going to be happy?”
“I…” of course not. You knew it would have torn you apart from inside out to see him with someone else, “but if that would make him happy then I would be happy. That’s all that matters.”
“He would be happy with you,” she insisted but you just waved your hands in exasperation, “but…I won’t say anything if you don’t want me to. I’ll just hope that one of you finally sees reason.”
“Thank you,” you knew her word was good, but that still didn’t prevent the odd feeling in your stomach, “I’m just going to go outside and grab some fresh air.”
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It had taken every ounce of his strength to keep from staring at you all night. It had been hard for him to keep his eyes away from the moment you’d arrived at the party, the red dress you’d picked fitting you perfectly. He could imagine how good you looked without it as well. He’d wanted to come up and speak to you, maybe this would be the evening he finally made a move and confessed his feelings. 
Once he’d had enough champagne, just to work as a little bit of liquid courage, he planned on coming to find you. But then he’d spotted you speaking with Gabriela, a tense look on your face before you ran off outside. He hoped nothing had happened, but before he could move to find you, Gabriela was at his side.
“Javi,” she beamed as she kissed his cheeks, “my sweet friend, how are you?”
“And just what are you up to, hmm?” He raised an eyebrow which caused her to laugh. He could always see right through her - the perks of having been friends for so long.
“Nothing,” she insisted, “it’s just…a little stuffy in here, no? Maybe we should go outside and get some fresh air.”
“I don’t know what you think you’re playing at,” he looped his arm through hers and decided to just go along with whatever she was up to, “but I have known you long enough to trust you.”
“Not everything has to have an ulterior motive,” she insisted before she dropped your name, “have you seen her yet this evening? I think she went outside…”
There it was. It wasn’t hard to gather her motive from that; it was so obvious, like getting hit in the head by a 2 x 4. But instead of laying down his hand, he decided to keep on his poker face and play coy. He made a noncommittal sound as he let her lead him outside. 
While he hoped to find you outside and maybe get a few private moments alone with you, his whole stomach dropped when he did spot you. There you were, sitting on the marble railing, laughing animatedly at something you had just been told. The fact that it was his cousin sitting next to you, his body leaning towards, and speaking softly with you made his stomach churn. Lucas. Of all the people in the world, why did it have to be his cousin? 
“Javi-” Gabriela realized what was wrong within seconds, her hand going to his shoulder, “it’s not whatever you’re thinking, I can promise you that-’
“How?” he looked away, letting out a heavy sigh, “how could you possibly promise that? I have eyes, I know what this looks like. I am a lot of things, but I am not a fool.”
He knew it was going to be hard to erase that image from his mind…and yet he couldn’t look away. He hated how happy you looked as the two of you seemed to laugh at everything the other said. That should have been him with you…he wished he would have been him. 
“Javi-”
“I’m going to get some fresh air,” he shook his head and took a step back, “away from here.”
He turned on his heel and walked away before Gabriela could even say anything else. You’d looked up at that moment to find him walking away with an upset expression on his face and her own shocked face. You weren’t sure what it finally caused you to jump down and go after him, but he had to at least know the truth that you weren’t into Lucas like that. 
“I have to go,” you insisted as you basically ran away from him, discarding your heels about halfway through so you wouldn’t trip and fall down. You ran fast enough to catch up to him, “Javi! Javi!”
He turned around at the sound of your voice, surprised to find that you’d ran after him. Javi stopped and walked towards you as you took a few steps closer, “I’d expected that you would develop feelings for someone at some point but I never expected to be Lucas. Him of all people…”
“It’s not him,” you insisted, “I don’t like him, Javi. We were just talking, he was…he was telling me a story about when the two of you were kids.” 
“What?” you’d both moved closer to each other to where there was only a small bit of space between your bodies, “it looked like-”
“It’s you,” there was never going to be a more perfect or opportune moment than this. You exhaled nervously as you tried to read the expression on his face, “it’s always been you, Javi.”
Before you could question if you’d said the wrong thing, his hands found your face as he studied you for a few moments before kissing you. Finally. You’d always wondered if kissing your soulmate was supposed to be like how it was always portrayed in books and movies, like suddenly everything was right, like your heart could burst with happiness, like everything suddenly fell into its rightful place. 
It was all of that and then so much more. It was nothing short of perfection. 
You only parted from him when you were breathless, grinning at each other like fools. His hand found your face as he gently stroked your cheek, “I’ve imagined that moment so many times. And it was still better than anything I could have dreamed of.”
“Me too,” you promised, turning your face to press a kiss to his palm, “Javi…I’ve…I’ve been in love with you for so long.”
“Mi amor,” he repeated your words as you beamed at him, “may I kiss you again?”
“Yes,” you whispered as you leaned in and brushed your lips against his, “you don’t have to ask.”
And so he kissed you again. And then some more, and even more than that. He never wanted to forget what it was like to kiss you, so he made sure neither of you would.
“I am so in love with you, princesa.”
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ghostdragonfang · 4 months ago
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Alastor in Paris
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The room was dark with only candles lighting the room. The wicked Italian teenage girl was sitting the middle of a pentagram drawn out in red chalk and melted candle wax.
Lila couldn’t stop grinning wickedly as she finished the last of the set up for the spell. A part of her can’t believe that she’s actually using this old dusty book that she doesn’t even remember buying which probably means it’s a gift from someone she doesn’t care about. It’s an antique leather book with an eyes on it that if you move just right it looks like it’s blinking but she knows it’s just a trick. Anyway, the reason she’s doing this is because nothing has been going right! She swore she will destroy Marinette Dupain-Cheng for refusing to bow to her obvious superior but for also getting in the way of creating her kingdom and rightfully ruling that school. Sure, she was able to take some of her friends such as Alya, Sabrina, Rose, Maylene, Ivan, and she’s has a nice leash on Adrien thanks to his father. But the others refuse to believe someone other than the one they’ve known most of their life (the fools) and she noticed that they’re working together to get the others out from her spell (it’s obvious when Rose, Maylene, and Ivan are no longer as engrossed in her stories like they used to be). She knows Marinette has something to do with it. The stupid goody-goody needs to keep her nose out of where it doesn’t belong! She’s plays every trick in the book to get her in trouble at school (made it look as though she cheated, destroyed school property, played hooky to get out of school for fun) and even done things to get her upset or miserable or even heartbroken (ripped up her sketch book, sent her hate texts, even made her think that her and Adrien are a couple) but nothing to get her akumatized has worked and Hawkmoth is getting impatient!
She takes a deep breath and starts reading the words from the book. The pentagram begins to glow, the fire on the candles move as a magic wind appears. She stopped chanting and starts laughing evilly as a swirl of red and black. Yes! She did it! Say goodbye Mari-trash! ‘You should have obeyed me when you had the chance!’ She thinks as she laughed wickedly. The magic finishes and standing in its place is a man in a black and red suit, red hair with black tips, and a strange cane that looks like a radio microphone with a eye. The man gins wide and she sees rows or sharp teeth. “Greetings human. I’m Alastor!”
Chills run down her spine but it’s fine. She did the spell perfectly which means this demon is now under her control and will do anything she says. “I demand that you hunt down Marinette Dupain-Cheng and kill her in the most brutal way you can imagine! Make sure she knows that I sent you and that I won!”
His smile turns sinister and she gets that same bone-chilling sensation all over her body. “Are you will to pay the price for such a request? I’m an expensive demon, you know.”
Lila growls, “I don’t care about a price! I don’t have to pay one anyway! The book said if I do the spell perfectly that you’ll be bound to me! That means I am the master, you are the servant, and I don’t owe you a damn thing!” She takes off her shoe and throws it had in his face and screams, “Now do as I say you pathetic freak!”
The look on his face told him that she just made the worst mistake in her life. All she could do was scream when he pounce.
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It was a warm sunny day and Marinette was humming softly to herself as she was sketching some men’s suits while sitting in a field of flowers. She didn’t notice Alyssa storming towards her in anger or Nino following her to try and stop her or Adrien walking towards her from the opposite direction needing to talk to her about Lila (telling her to take the high road is the biggest mistake of his life and he will do anything to not only fix it but have her forgive him). But she did notice when the sky turned red, when the ground began to quake, and when began running and screaming - some in fear and others in pain. A man in a red and black suit is casually strolling down Paris, not even caring about the fire and chaos following after him.
"Is that an akuma?” she hears Alya say.
“No.” She states, “This is different.”
She ignores her friends and walks up to the Red Suit Guy who is having fun spreading demonic magic everywhere, smiling as everyone is screaming in pain. Her friends are screaming at her to stop but she has no fear as she walks around portal openings with dark creatures reaching out, as she walks through fire unharmed, as she walks up to the man and says, “Hello Servant of Chaos.”
The demon turns around and his smile went from sadistic pleasure to amusement and replies, “Greetings Chosen of Creation.”
“Why are you here?” she asks.
“I was summoned.” He snapped his fingers and a bleeding Lila appears beside them. “She wanted me to kill a girl named Marinette Dupain-Cheng but she didn’t finish the spell meaning she has no control over me, didn’t bind me to her, so I can do whatever I want.”
Marinette is now very terrified of Lila. She knew she hated her but she had no idea just how far she’ll go to get rid of her. “I’m Marinette Dupain-Cheng.” She reveals.
The smile leaves his face completely. “Killing you is not possible. We Servants of Chaos cannot touch a Chosen of Creation.”
“I know that. You know that. She doesn’t neither would she care.” she says.
He stares at Lila. “She’ll make an annoying demon.” Marinette sighs and nods.
Suddenly, a portal opens and a beautiful blonde walks out shouting, “Alastor! What are you doing here?!”
Alastor smiles happily, “Charlie! Darling!”
“Don’t ‘darling’ me!” Charlie walks up to him. She gives him a glare before turning to Marinette with a smile. “I apologize for everything he’s done Chosen of Creation.”
Marinette smiles and waves it off, “Don’t worry about it. Never would’ve happened if this girl didn’t summon him.” She points to Lila. “I would most thankful if she would clean up his mess Princess Chaos.”
Charlie simply snaps her fingers. The portals close, the fire vanishes, and those that disappeared into the portals were returned. It isn’t like the Miraculous Cure but demons don’t heal. “Thank you.”
Charlie blushes and walks back to the portal. Alastor took Marinette’s hand and with a tap of his claw a magic circle is tattooed on her with magic. “Say my name into this circle and I will be there.” Then he follows Charlie into the portal and they disappear.
“Marinette.” Adrien says in astonishment, “What was that?”
Marinette glares at Lila, “Trouble.” She has work to do.
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bensonsbobblehead · 3 months ago
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Homecoming- Spencer Reid x Mom!reader 
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Summary: Spencer choosing to leave you while pregnant with his child. 
Pairings: Spencer Reid x Mom!reader
Category: Angst & Fluff 
Content Warnings: Pregnancy and abandonment 
Word count: 2.0k
Spencer is the love of your life, you both had a deep connection among no other. He had known you inside and out. Spencer was your everything and you were his. You were both in school in Vegas and both fell in love fairly quickly. With moving in together and you were the best versions of each other.
“Hey honey, I’m home!” Spencer shouted as he walked into the apartment. You were in the bathroom face drenched with tears. You were pregnant, and according to the ultrasound very pregnant. With you both in school and Spencer getting a job you could raise a child, you thought. You also knew he was waiting to hear back from the FBI.
Spencer talked about being a dad in the future all the time. It made you happy knowing you were the one he wanted to raise his children.
You quickly wiped your face and stuffed the test and ultrasound back into your bag. You opened the door to see a very smiley Spencer “I have great news, I got into the BAU!” he said excitedly “Well I more so had an interesting conversation with a man named Jason Gideon but still.” He ran to you hugging you. Your mind was completely scrambled.
“Oh my gosh, babe, that’s so great! I’m so happy for you!” You said with a smile. You were genuinely happy for him, you knew where the FBI headquarters were, meaning you would have a transfer. You didn’t mind though if it meant starting a family with Spencer.
“Are you okay though? It looks like you’ve been crying” Spencer said with concern in his eyes.
“Spencer…I’m .. I'm pregnant.” You said in a whisper with a slight grin, and the blood drained from Spencer’s face.
“what?” He said in a blank tone. “I’m pregnant Spencer, one month exactly”. He stared off, you were so nervous. It was silent for a few minutes before you spoke up.
“Spence say something.” You begged he turned towards you. “I’m sorry but .. I can’t have this baby with you, I just got into my dream job y/n.” He said grabbing his keys and heading for the door.
You stood there completely in shock, you never thought he would react this way. You were willing to move with him, this was everything you wanted and he doesn’t want it. You started to quickly pack everything you could, all the important things. You didn’t want to ruin his life and he made his choice.
Once you had a few bags packed you drove to a cousin's house, somewhere Spencer couldn’t find you. Spencer broke your heart but you wanted this baby. You didn’t need him at all, you had your cousin. He didn’t deserve you or your child.
He chose the job over your child. Spencer had been anything but a coward but he proved you wrong.
Spencer came home heartbroken and in tears. Noticing all your things were gone he couldn’t hold it together. All your books, the mug he gave you for your first anniversary, everything was gone. He blamed himself for you leaving. He was ready to have the baby, he wanted to do everything with you. The job didn’t matter, he always wanted a family, especially with you. He called you and your best friend and couldn’t get a hold of you. Spencer knew he fucked up big time.
Months later you were giving birth to your baby girl, Beatrix Diana. She was so healthy, she looked like a perfect mix of you and Spencer. You hated him even more now that she was here. Her perfect nose and eyes that's huge like Spencer’s. You couldn't believe he didn’t want her, to raise, and love her but he made his choice.
No matter how much you disliked Spencer Bea was every part of him. She was a curious baby and had such a goofy smile like him. Years later Bea was still such a sweetheart and it broke her heart when you moved her across the country.
“Mommy, why do we have to go to Virginia?” Bea said after as you both were watching Doctor Who, which was her favorite show even for a 6-year-old.
You had to move to Virginia to finish school and your residency. The pay was decent so you worked at the bookstore which Bea loved. She would also get to see the Smithsonian which she ended up loving. The move was great, life was great, and Bea was amazing.
On her 7th birthday, she asked to of course go to the Smithsonian Zoo and to her favorite book store to see her favorite Liberian. Bea was so smart, you didn’t want her to move up in school just yet, she enjoyed the grade she was in.
The Smithsonian was great, Bea squealed looking at the different animals. She had a love for books, sugar, and animals of course. The bookstore was your next stop, you didn’t even call to see if Ms. Willis, the old Liberian woman that would read and watch Bea when you first got to Virginia.
Bea ran off as soon as you hit the door. “Bea no running honey, and stop laughing so loud.” You said in a loud whisper. “Sorry, mommy.” She giggled as she ran off. “Hey, Ty is Ms.Willis here? Bea wants her to read to her for her birthday.” Ty was the cashier and a sweetheart who would babysit Bea sometimes when you worked late.
“Yeah she’s in the back I’ll go get her!” Ty said walking to the back. You went to the section you knew Bea would be in. You faintly heard her laughing and smiling. That’s when you heard a man’s voice and your smile dropped. Thinking the worse you walked quickly to the voice and there he was.
Spencer Reid, with his legs, folded reading to his daughter, your daughter. “Hey B, go upfront with Ty and I’ll be right there.” You said looking at Bea and Spencer noticing how she looks more like him than ever before. “Butt momma, he was just reading Charlotte’s Web from memory.” Bea whined, “Beatrix. Now” she quickly stood and walked off “Bye spencer, it was nice meeting you.” She said in a defeated tone.
“Bye Beatrix.” He smiled faintly, you knew how much this was hurting him. “Hey y/n” he stood and was now standing in front of you. He was tall, he had a tab of weight on him but you liked it, with his perfect hair identical to Beatrix's.
“Hi, Spencer. Don’t come anywhere near her again“ he cut you off “I’m so sorry I didn’t know what I was thinking. It was the biggest mistake of my life.… I’m sorry.” He said as you saw his eyes began to water.
“Spencer you downright told me you didn’t want her and now?” you had no words, you never thought you would see him again. You knew it was a possibility but you haven’t thought about it in so long.
“Beatrix Diana Reid, happy birthday to my favorite 7-year-old!” Ms. Willis said loudly with a balloon and a book Bea had been asking for. The look on Spencer’s face when he heard her full name. You still named her after him even after what he did.
“It’s her birthday today, Spencer I’m mad at you, I love you and you left me.” You said quietly looking at him. Spencer wanted to be in Bea's life, to read with her and take her to ice cream. He wanted you most of all, he was still madly in love with you.
“I’ll give you time to process but here’s my number and address so we can .. talk.” You passed him the note. You didn’t know why you gave it to him. Beatrix was a smart girl so she had questions about her dad.
“Why does Mariah have a dad but I don’t?” Bea asked while you both were eating breakfast. “You do have a dad baby .. you just don’t know him.” You wanted to be honest and open with Bea.
“Does he hate me, mommy? Did I do something wrong?” She rambled looking down with her hair falling on her face. Spencer didn’t want Bea you knew that, you just hated seeing her like this. “How about I’ll tell you the whole story when you’re a little older.” Pushing her brown curl behind her ear. She pushed her glasses off the bridge of her nose “I love you, mommy.”
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Beatrix had an amazing birthday she enjoyed it so much. It was always time for her last birthday request which was any horror movie of her choosing. To no surprise, she chose The Nightmare Before Christmas her absolute favorite movie.
Bea had just showered and but on her pj's waiting on the couch for the popcorn. As you put the popcorn in the bowl the doorbell rang. “I’ll get it,” Bea hopped up fast before you could stop her.
She swung it open with you behind her quickly, “Spencer! How do you know where we live? Do you think you can read to me? After the movie please.” Bea rambled so fast you could barely understand.
“Of course only if it’s okay with your mom.” He smiled at her, even missing 7 years of her life he still looked at her with a love you have never seen. “I’ll think about it B, go watch the movie.” Kissing her head and handed her the popcorn.
You and Spencer walked to the kitchen watching Bea from the kitchen island. The love was still there between you and Spencer.
“I won’t keep her away from you. She deserves to know you but you have to tell her why you left.” You said looking him dead in his eye.
“Okay. Let me explain to you wh—“ you interrupted “Spencer this is about you and Bea, not you and me. You explain to her. Now come on her favorite movie is on.” You said walking towards Bea.
45 minutes into the movie Beatrix was asleep.
"Can you pick her up and take her to her bed? She so much heavier now." You asked Spencer, knowing he would jump at the opportunity.
"Of course," he whispered scooping Bea up, as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Can you read to me spencer?" she asked him in his ear with her eyes closed. Seeing them together pulled at your heartstrings, you wanted this for her. To experience Spencer and to feel his love.
He laid her down and quickly stepped to the side for you to tuck her in, not wanting to overstep. You smiled and tucked her in giving her a one kiss on the forehead and cheek and of course her nose. Bea slightly giggled causing Spencer to chuckle.
Spencer watched the entire thing in awe of how amazing you were with her. He always knew you’d be the perfect mother.
As you walked out and turned on her nightlight Bea whispered “can spencer still read to me please, mommy?” In her sleepy voice. “You're already sleeping love, Goodnight,” you said walking out with Spencer in front of you.
Once you were in the living room the room fell silent. You both picked up the tv room and headed to the kitchen. “I want Beatrix to have the most normal upbringing I can give her.” You started catching his attention, “if you tell her there’s no backing down. You will not come into her life and leave her.” You said in a stern tone.
"I shouldn't have walked out that night. I have loved and still love you y/n and even though it only been 6 hours, 28 minutes and" he looked at his watch "12 seconds I also love my daughter more than anything." he said in a serious tone.
Since the day you met, you loved him and even more now. You wanted this for Bea.
"Spencer," you said quietly, "If you don't want this, I can understand it's not about me it's about Beatrix. I don't want to cause her any pain or confus--" you cut him off with a kiss.
"Spencer I waited for you and now you’re here. Bea needs you and so do I"
"But I will not allow you to come into her life and leave her again," you told him sternly.
“I will never leave her or you again, Spencer said knowing he meant it, he was ready for everything fatherhood had to offer.
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saintlike78 · a year ago
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Hiii can you do a poly marauders x fem reader where girls are being mean to her like calling her ugly and saying she dosnt deserve them so she’s breaks up but they find out what’s been happening and they get back together . (I couldn’t see if your requests are closed) ❤️
Greedy [Poly Marauders]
A/N: Thank you so much for your request! You’re just fueling my addiction with writing poly Marauders fics… and I love it!!
Pairings: Poly! Marauders x Fem!reader
Words: 2.9k
Warnings: Fluff, polyamorous relationship, breakup, mentions of not eating, crying, reader being sad, mean girls. Lmk if I missed anything.
“Honestly you’re just being greedy!”
“They don’t even really like you; you were just the easiest.”
“You’re not even pretty enough for one of them, what makes you think you could have all three?”
“It’s only a matter of time before they get bored of you and trade you in for someone better and more deserving of their love.”
The words swarmed around your brain, a thick fog settling before your eyes as tears streamed down your face making everything blurry and wet. Your feet were clumsily transporting your body back to your dorm, trying your best to keep your head down avoiding the stares your fellow students were giving you.
You were trying to forget and ignore what those girls had said, but it kept playing on repeat in your mind. You knew that your three boys loved you, but the girl’s words filled your head with doubt. You knew that your boyfriends were too good for you, you didn’t deserve them, they would be better off without you or with somebody else. The thoughts were killing you; more tears escaped your eyes at the thought of them with somebody else tearing you apart, but it was necessary for their happiness. You could never make them happy; you could never be enough for them.
You ascended the stairs towards the girls’ dormitories but decided against it opting towards going to your boy’s dorm, wanting to feel the comfort of their room one last time.
You opened the wooden door but met by silence from the other side. The boys still had an hour of class left, leaving you to sit in sadness alone for a while longer before you would be breaking your own heart.
Walking across the room you stood in front of the mirror taking in your reflection, red puffy eyes, tear-stained cheeks. Looking at yourself you understood what the girls saw, you had no idea how Remus, Sirius, and James had stayed with you as long as they had, but it was time you finally put them out of their misery even though it was killing you. Thinking about what would happen in less than an hour the tears pooled in your eyes once more, but you quickly grabbed a tissue from the box on Remus’ desk beside the mirror and wiped your eyes and the falling tears. You made your way into the connected bathroom, wanting to at least look somewhat presentable before the boys returned. You washed your face with cold water, the cool water washing away any redness, but not concealing the sadness that still lingered in your eyes.
The book in front of you could not hold your attention, your focus solely on the door of the dorm, just waiting. James’ soft blanket comforting you slightly but never distracting enough.
The door burst open and the loud chatter between the boys filled the quiet room. Their laughs warmed your heart, momentarily causing you to forget what was going to happen.
“Bunny, you’re here!” Remus just about shouted, running to you and getting on top of you kissing you all over your face.
You couldn’t help the giggle that left your lips, but sadness bubbled up within you at the fact that you would never experience this again.
You softly pushed Remus off of you making him sit on his calves looking at you in a very confused manner.
“I need to talk with all of you,” you said trying to keep your voice steady, hoping they couldn’t tell how much you had been crying.
Sirius and James made their way to the bed as well, sitting beside Remus.
“That sounds so serious… you aren’t breaking up with us are you, pup?” Sirius joked, but your eyes widened, and you opened your mouth to reply, but no sound came out.
“Wait?! Are you?” James asked worriedly, noticing your face and lack of words.
You were fiddling with your hands, not looking in their eyes.
“Uhm… well… the thing is…. Uhm… y-yes.”
Tears filled your eyes when you finally muttered the words, not believing this was real, but you knew it needed to be done.
“What?! No! I was just kidding, you can’t break up with us, why would you say that?!” Sirius exclaimed, not believing his own ears. Tears gathered in all of their eyes, unbeknownst to you, since you still refused to meet their eyes.
“Bunny… you don’t mean that,” Remus tried, his voice breaking slightly at the effort of trying to contain his tears.
“I-I do, I’m s-sorry, I can’t be with you anymore,” you stammered, tears now leaking down your face once more. Your hands were shaking, and your limbs felt heavy, your heart shattering into a million pieces. You quickly got off of the bed facing the door wanting nothing more than to leave, not wanting to look at their faces because you knew if you did you would break even more.
They all stood from the bed as well walking towards you. James reached for your arm, but Sirius stopped him.
“Please, y/n, don’t do this… we love you; don’t you love us?” James tried, not trying to conceal his tears any longer, letting them fall freely down his cheeks.
“It’s f-for the b-best.”
“Y/n, don’t you love us anymore?” Sirius repeated James’ question since you chose to not answer, not wanting to lie.
A long silence ensued, you didn’t want to lie, but you knew that it was what you had to do for them to hate you.
“… n-no,” you whispered.
All of their hearts collectively shattered. Both Remus and James were freely crying, but Sirius was fuming, angry tears rolling down his cheeks.
“Fine! Then leave!” Sirius shouted causing you to jump slightly. Sirius felt his heartbreak and he felt guilty for scaring you, but he was just so angry and sad, he didn’t know how to handle it.
You quickly walked towards the door opening it, but before you left you turned around letting yourself cave and get one last look. Your breath caught in your throat when you took in their tear-covered faces, your already shattered heart turned to dust.
Whispering an almost inaudible ‘I’m sorry, you slid out the door, leaving the boys heartbroken and most of all confused as to when you suddenly stopped loving them.
You raced towards your own dorm, opening and slamming the door shut as soon as you had made it inside. As soon as the door was completely shut your legs failed you and you crumbled on the floor, loud sobs leaving your quivering lips. You had never felt pain like this before, it felt like someone had cut your heart out and ripped it apart in front of you, leaving you a bleeding broken mess.
Lily, who was laying in her bed, was startled by your sudden entrance but was quickly by your side as soon as you collapsed.
“Y/n/n, what’s wrong? What did they do?” she asked, clearly expecting the boys to be behind this, but also not quite believing they could hurt you to this point.
“I-I b-brok-e up w-w-with them!” you sobbed out, hiccups making it much harder to formulate a decent-sounding sentence.
“You did what?! Why? Just yesterday you were madly in love… what happened?” Lily’s confusion shone clearly through her tone, not understanding why you would do such a thing.
“P-please, I j-just want to sl-sleep,” there was nothing you wanted more than to lay in your bed and just disappear.
Lily just nodded and helped you towards your bed, helping you remove your shoes and grabbing your sleepshirt, which happened to be one of the boys’ shirts.
“Do you want to sleep in this?” Lily asked carefully.
You instantly nodded and grabbed the shirt from her grasp, wanting nothing more than to be comforted by your boys, but since that wasn’t an option, you opted for this.
Slipping into the warmth of your blanket the tears never ceased, but your eyes still fell shut, wanting to sleep the pain away.
“Do you want me to grab dinner for you later?” Lily asked softly, but already knowing the answer.
“No thanks… can you close the curtains around my bed?”
Lily sighed but did as you asked, knowing you just needed time.
In their dorm, Remus and James were pacing around the room whilst Sirius sat on Remus’ bed, trying to calm himself before dinner.
“I don’t understand, we were all fine yesterday,” James muttered loudly enough for the two others to hear him as well.
“What is it you don’t understand, Prongs? She loved us and now she doesn’t, ‘s as simple as that,” Sirius stated, his tone laced with bitterness, choosing to be angry instead of letting the sadness consume him.
Remus stopped his pacing and looked at Sirius’ seated form, “you don’t really believe that do you, Pads? … Prongs is right, we were all fine yesterday.”
Sirius just let out a ‘humph’ and crossed his arms, rising from the bed.
“Whatever, let’s just go to dinner… she’ll probably be there celebrating her freedom from us.”
This time James stopped to look at Sirius, “you know she would never do that and besides something doesn’t seem right… it’s too out of the blue.”
Remus nodded and let out an agreeing hum and they both followed Sirius towards the door.
Days passed; you hadn’t left your bed unless you had to use the bathroom. You were drowning in tears the pain in your heart not subsiding.
The teachers were informed that you were “sick” and that you needed some time to recover from your sudden illness.
The only time you had gotten any form of nutarians was when Lily basically forced you to consume something, anything. She was growing more worried each passing day, having talked to the boys and keeping them updated on your situation, since they all were worried as well and asked her to keep an eye on you for them since they hadn’t seen you since the day of the breakup.
The news of your breakup spread like wildfire; people not used to see the three boys without even a trace of you.
Remus was the first to experience a couple of the girls flirting very aggressively with him, but he brushed it off, knowing they could never replace you; it was you or nothing. Sirius was the next, he was less nice and told the girls to leave him alone. Lastly was James, he almost cried, wishing he could get you back, so he could be free from any other girls.
The girls were growing agitated by the lack of attention they were getting from the three Marauders, clearly not understanding why they were so upset by losing you.
It had been more than a week; Lily was studying in the library when she heard your name spoken behind one of the bookshelves. She stood from her seat, moving closer to listen to the girls on the other side.
“Ugh, it’s so frustrating! Sirius totally dismissed me the other day,” one of the girls complained.
“I know! I don’t understand, it’s been a week, they should be over her by now.”
“Don’t worry, they’ll soon realize that she wasn’t even that great and then they’ll be all over us,” the last girl said with a proud smirk.
The wheels in Lily’s head turned as she absorbed the conversation and as the last cog clicked into place realization struck – her legs couldn’t have moved faster out of the library if she tried, but she was on a mission to find the three heartbroken Marauders.
“REMUS!” Lily was sprinting towards the black lake where the three boys had been residing most of the week.
“Woah, Lily, calm down, love,” Remus chuckled and got up from his seated position to be level with Lily.
Lily sputtered, trying to catch her breath, bending so her hands were on her knees.
“Y/n… y/n,” Lily started, still struggling to get a word in between her gasping breaths.
“What’s wrong with y/n? is she okay?” Sirius said as he and James stood, panic flooding between the three of them at the thought that something had happened to you.
“She’s… fine… hhhh…” Lily drew a deep breath, regaining her ability to speak, “I don’t think she wanted to break up with you.”
“What do you mean?” Remus cocked an eyebrow, hope blossoming in the pit of his stomach at the prospect of getting their bunny back.
“She obviously did, she said she doesn’t love us anymore, so that’s it,” Sirius crossed his arms, his sadness still concealed by anger.
“She does love you, a lot actually… she’s been crying the whole week, she hasn’t left her bed… or dorm room for that matter,” Lily explained.
“I heard some girls talking about you three and y/n; they were speaking very ill of her and though I’m not sure, I think there’s a connection with them and y/n’s sudden need to end it with you three.”
“Are you sure? We don’t want to get our hopes up for nothing… we just really miss her,” James said sadly, all of them scared that their hearts would be broken all over again.
“I’m certain… she never shuts up about how much she loves you, which was the reason I was so shocked when she came in crying saying she had ended it.”
Lily hadn’t had the chance to properly finish her explanation before Sirius was bolting towards the castle and towards Gryffindor tower, with Remus and James close on his heel.
When three boys entered your dorm room, all out of breath and red in their faces, you were asleep curled up on your bed, still wearing what the boys recognized as Sirius’ t-shirt. They couldn’t ignore the dried tears that stained your cheeks, your face red from the crying, your lips turned down in a sad frown, even in sleep.
Remus was the first to walk towards your bed, seating himself beside you, slowly stroking your cheek as to wake you. James and Sirius placed themselves on the bed as well, waiting for you to open your beautiful eyes.
“Puppy… you gotta wake up now,” Sirius spoke softly, rubbing your back gently.
You stirred and slowly opened your eyes, focusing on the three boys on your bed; instantly deciding that you were dreaming, not believing that they could really be there.
“Hi… Remmy, Siri, and Jamsie,” you grogged out, voice hoarse from the constant crying.
“I wish you were here in real life.”
“Baby, we are here, this is real life,” James chuckled softly, still scared that you really didn’t love them.
You quickly sat up, reaching out and touching Remus’ face, only to just as quickly retract your hand when you felt the very real Remus sitting in front of you.
“What are you doing here?” You breathed quickly, not wanting them to see you in your broken state.
“Lily was worried about you… and she overheard something interesting in the library from some girls… so we want you to tell us what happened,” Remus spoke slowly and reached out to take your fiddling hands in his.
“What do you mean?” you played dumb, not wanting to answer their question, knowing you would break again if you did.
“We want you to tell us why you broke up with us, and not to lie this time,” Sirius was trying to conceal his anger, not wanting to upset you even further.
You let out a shaky breath, not knowing where to start; you looked between them all, all of them eager to hear what you had to say and listening intently.
“I was talking to this group of girls, and they got into my head about how you're all too good for me I don't deserve you... I just feel like you guys deserve someone way better than me and more beautiful than me that's why I wanted to give you an opportunity to be free from me.”
The three boy’s eyes widened in shock at your words, all three of their jaws open wide almost hanging on the floor from pure disbelief.
“Bunny, you're the most beautiful girl we've ever known we love you so much more than you ever know... We are the ones who don't deserve you, you’re an absolute angel and you should never let any stupid lowlife girls tell you that you're not good enough,” Remus said reaching out and stroking your cheek softly, tears gathered in his eyes.
Sirius’s eyes flashed red, he was in two minds, keeping you company or going to murder the girls who made you believe such nonsense, but he chose the first option, scooting closer to you and engulfing you in his arms.
“Puppy, please never listen to those stupid girls again... This week without you has been pure agony I've been stuck with these two idiots for far too long,” Sirius whispered to you whilst stroking your hair.
“Does that mean that we can get back together,” James said with a shy grin.
“Of course, if you'll have me back,” you looked at all three of them hopefully knowing that they in no way were obligated to get back together with you after what you'd put them through.
“Of course, will have you, we can't imagine life without you… a week was way too long without you,” Sirius said, his fingers tilting your chin so that you're forced to look into his eyes, he leaned down and kissed your lips - a whole week's worth of passion translated into this kiss.
Remus and James both moved so that they could embrace both you and Sirius creating one big ball of love.
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ʙʀᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄᴏᴅʏ ғᴇʀɴ's ᴀʜs ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs
ᴘᴀʀɪɴɢ(s): ᴍɪᴄʜᴀᴇʟ ʟᴀɴɢᴅᴏɴ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ; xᴀᴠɪᴇʀ ᴘʟʏᴍᴘᴛᴏɴ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
*ɪ'ᴍ ᴘʀᴏʙᴀʙʟʏ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴅɪᴠɪᴅᴇ ᴍɪᴄʜᴀᴇʟ ʙʏ ʜɪs ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ᴇʀᴀs ғʀᴏᴍ ɴᴏᴡ ᴏɴ ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʜᴇ's ʙᴀsɪᴄᴀʟʏ ᴀ ᴅғғᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ᴘᴇʀsᴏᴍ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀʟʟ
ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀ ʜᴏᴜsᴇ! ᴍɪᴄʜᴀᴇʟ
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oh no
oh no no no no no
bad idea
will do everything in his power to make sure you don’t leave
will get down on his knees and beg you to stay
you can bet he’s already crying
will wrap his arm around your waist/leg so you can’t leave
would start promising that he’d change his ways
you don’t like his ‘gifts’? he’d stop doing it
would promise not to kill anyone/thing else
just says anything that he can think of that could get you to stay
would also give you kisses all over your face while repeatedly saying he loves you
he just can’t let you leave
might even kill you so that your spirit will be trapped in the house forever
ɢʀᴜɴɢᴇ! ᴍɪᴄʜᴀᴇʟ
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wouldn’t be able to control his emotions or powers
would be so heartbroken and angry that he’d set your curtains/candles on fire
immediately apologizes and sees himself out of your room
would tell Ms. Mead right after it happened
prepare to have her wrath come upon you
i feel like she would curse you out whenever she sees you
also gives you dirty looks
Michael probably would cry himself to sleep
tw! will take his anger out on innocent animals/people
ʜᴀᴡᴛʜᴏʀɴᴇ! ᴍɪᴄʜᴀᴇʟ
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I’m just gonna go with my last headcanon that you’re a witch alongside Cordelia
with that being said, she was not happy when she found out about the two of you dating
forbid you dating him, and demanded you break up with him
so you did
and he surprisingly didn’t blame you that much
it mainly just fueled his hatred for Cordelia
mad at you for not fighting hard enough for their relationship but can understand where you’re coming from
cause if his father didn’t want y’all dating, he would’ve dropped you too
stays in his room and plans the revenge on the witches and torture of Cordelia
sᴏᴊᴏᴜʀɴ! ᴍɪᴄʜᴀᴇʟ
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breaking up with him and he lost Ms. Mead…
you couldn’t pick a better time to do it?
will breakdown when you tell him
he just lost the person who cared for him and truly understood him
and now he’s loosing you too
his sadness would quickly turn into anger
cause you really couldn’t pick a better time to do this?
would just say fuck you and let you walk away
at first…
he might be anger but it really bothers him that you wanna break up
naturally will deem you as a trader
will sacrifice you in front of the satanists for revenge and as an example
if that too dark for some of y’all
he’ll let you live, but will curse you
does some spell that makes you unloveable
so you live but you’ll never find another love again
but that’s okay
get a dog or something :)
ғɪʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇɪɢɴ! ᴍɪᴄʜᴀᴇʟ
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if he made Mutt andJeff hold a place in one of the outpost for you, he’d tell them to remove your name
it would put a smile on his face knowing you’re gonna suffer like the other people in the world
might go on a lil rampage to let his anger out
would talk to Ms. Mead to distract him from missing your presence
curses at himself for getting so attached because he sees it as a weakness on his human part
becomes harsher towards other people
ᴏᴜᴛᴘᴏsᴛ! ᴍɪᴄʜᴀᴇʟ
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ha!
you breaking up with outpost Michael
never gonna happen
will laugh in your face and proceed to degrade you
why do you want to leave him? It’s not like you have other options
would just brush it off as a funny joke and go about his business
it stings him a little bit but will act like he doesn’t care
but if you’re really serious about leaving him
that’s when dark Michael comes out
straight up will ban you from leaving him
might just kidnap you and hold you hostage
maybe put a love spell on you so it physically pains you to leave him
is that too far?
who am I kidding… it’s outpost Michael
you might be ‘broken up’ with Michael but in his mind y’all are still together
xᴀᴠɪᴇʀ ᴘʟʏᴍᴘᴛᴏɴ
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I feel like predeath! and postdeath! Xavier Plympton would have different reactions
pre death! Xavier
would take a break from teaching aerobics
just so he can get his bearings straight
every time he tried to teach a class, his mind would think of you and start crying
prepare to get anger messages from Montana
you hurt her best friend and she’d take that personally
tw! probs would tell Richard about you and ask him to break into your house and kill you
he does it but you obviously fight him off
Xavier ends up applying as a camp counselor for Camp Redwood to get you off you mind
and to escape from that one guy
post death! Xavier
would just kill you
over and over and over
gonna have to kill him or restrain him to get him to stop
would be pretty hurt and pissed
but would soon get over it
probably would get back with Montana
makes out with her in front of you to make you jealous
will make eye contact with you while doing it
would deliberately be loud as hell when they fuck just to annoy you
ᴀ/ɴ: sᴏᴍᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʜᴀʀᴅᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ɴᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇss! ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ғᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ʟɪᴋᴇ, ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡ, ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛ, sʜᴀʀᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ/ᴏʀ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢ. ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛs ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟsᴏ ᴏᴘᴇɴ!
ᴛᴀɢs: 🏷
ᴀ/ɴ: ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇᴡ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀɢ ʟɪsᴛ, ɪ'ᴍ ᴀᴅᴅɪɴɢ ʏ'ᴀʟʟ ʙᴀsᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴇᴇᴅʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴏғ ᴍʏ ʟᴀsᴛ ᴀʜs ᴘᴏsᴛ. ᴀs ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs, ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀᴅᴅᴇᴅ ᴏʀ ʀᴇᴍᴏᴠᴇᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀɢ ʟɪsᴛ
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