#until Jesus comes back which is hopefully soon

[kweza]

i have to laugh at people saying America was once a Christian nation. sorry to burst your bubble but it never was and it never will be

#matter of fact no country will ever be #until Jesus comes back which is hopefully soon

[fairlyang]

Easy money I 🕷️

in which your roomie needs your help for a shoot

w/c: 3.1K

pairing: pornstaroomie!miguel x f!reader

tags: 18+ smut. tension, recording, groping, fingering, squirting

notes: all my readers loved this series and might’ve been peer pressured for a part 3 but I’m kinda excited to write it :D gonna post this rn and maybe part 2 tmrw, finish up all my part 3’s soon hopefully

part two — part three

I heard a knock on my door so I lowered my music from my airpods. "Come in!" I yell and turn to look at my laptop.

I hear the door open and Miguel clears his throat, I turn around to look at him and raise an eyebrow, "what's up?"

"I need something from you...." He says and takes a step inside.

"Like what?" I ask and he takes another step forward.

"You're gonna have to hear me out alright?" He says and I narrow my eyes at him.

"Okay..." I say and take my airpods off leaving them on my desk before turning back to look at him, giving him my full attention.

"I need you to step in for tonight's shoot..." he says and I burst out laughing.

"Are you fucking joking?" I say and shake my head. Is this man serious?

"I need your help Y/n..." he says nearing the edge of my bed and I groan.

"Why me?"

"The girl I was gonna shoot with canceled on me last minute and all the girls I usually shoot with are unavailable." He explains and I blink.

"Andddd you are already here...." He adds and i scoff.

"Not really sure I'd wanna expose myself like that Miguel." I say and stand up, walking over to my bed and plop down on it.

He sighs and sits on the edge of it and looks at me with pleading eyes. "Please? For me?"

"And the camera would hide your face, so unless you have any noticeable tattoos on your lower body then I think you'd be in the clear." He says and I bite my lip. Well there lies the problem...

I blink looking at him in silence making him scoff as he widens his eyes slightly then his lips tug into a smirk. "Where do you have it?" he asks and I feel my face heat up.

"Uh that one spot that's like lower, inner hip..." I say quietly and turn my gaze to my window.

There was really no reason for me to be acting like this- but that tattoo wasn't exactly somewhere that most people in my life know.... So maybe... just maybe...

"No face?" I ask and he nods.

"You know I don't even show my face-" he says with a small smile.

"I know but I don't know if it's different for the girls you record with." I say and shrug.

"It depends on them mainly, I'm not gonna force anyone I work with to show their face if they don't want to." He says softly and I nod slowly.

"And you wanna do this like right now?" I ask and he nods again.

"Jesus-" I mutter and run a hand over my hair.

"Up to you but you know I have a lot of loyal subscribers and make decent money off this..." he says and I chuckle.

"Because the girls love your voice and body." I say and he smirks making me regret my choice of words. And queue to him being obnoxious about it...

"I-"

"Think so huh?" he teases in a cocky tone making me groan.

"Fuck off." I say and grab a random stuffed animal from my bed and throw it at his face.

He laughs and holds it, it was so small compared to his hands. Oh god-

I mean of fucking course I've noticed how fine he is- it was the first thing I noticed when I was interviewing people to be my roommate, he was the hottest man that came in needing a place to stay.

I didn't just decide on him because he was hot but because he seemed chill and not like someone that would murder me in my sleep.

But I never made a move on him, neither did he. We've just always had some type of tension that neither of us ever paid attention to... I guess until now..

"So what exactly did you plan to shoot?" I ask and let out a sigh.

He grins and scoots closer now sitting by my legs as they were stretched out. "I was thinking fingering."

I nod and bite my lip, "hmm.."

"Up to you I won't force you but just think of the fact that you'd be getting paid to get fingered." He says and I snicker.

Sounds like easy money...

And I'd get an orgasm out of it...

"50% of whatever the video makes will go to you." He says and I bite my lip.

"You're really laying it on thick there Miguel... you that desperate?" I tease and he playfully rolls his eyes.

"Yeah actually, so just let me know within the next hour before I just decide to do a solo vid." He says and stands up.

I sigh and nod, "I'll... think about it...." He smirks and gives me a wink before opening the door and walking out, closing it behind him.

I sigh and lay down on my bed, should I?

I mean there's no denying the fact that I always listen in when he has someone over to record... or even checked out a few of his videos on pornhub...

maybe even possibly masturbated to a few of his audios... or the ones where he fucks himself with a fleshlight...

Letting out those incredible moans for everyone's very own pleasure, how selfless.

But he wanted to record for onlyfans which was for the ones who specifically pay to view his content, which apparently was a lot and the thought alone was a little nerve wrecking.

What if someone I've been with before recognized my tattoo and tells people I know? I'd be fucking done for and I'd just die on the spot of pure embarrassment.

But the money- how could I say no to that kind of money? Especially when seeing the views just his previews on pornhub get-

I'd be so fucking stupid to pass this opportunity...

Fuck it.

I get up from my bed and walk to my door quickly opening it before stepping out onto the hallway. I then do the walk of shame and walk to Miguel's room.

I made my mind up a little too fast god I'm not gonna hear the end of this from him-

I step in front of his door and knock twice before hearing a laugh. I groan and cross my arms across my chest, patiently waiting for him.

He opens the door with a wide smile but before I could even say a word my eyes trailed down his chest then to his abdomen. A small happy trail going down caught my eye as a pair of grey sweatpants hugged his hips perfectly.

God he looked so good...

Wait- how the fuck did he change so fast?

"Did you just assume I was going to say yes?" I ask, quickly looking up at him.

He shrugs and opens his door wide, motioning for me to step inside. I roll my eyes but walk in nonetheless, seeing that he was indeed very desperate for this. And apparently eager.

"I knew it'd be something hard for you to say no to." He says and shrugs, closing the door behind him.

"And I had an idea for more anonymity..." he says and walks past me.

He walks over to his desk and picks up two masks, robber masks. "We could put these on." He says and throws me a pink one.

I catch it and look down at it, cute.

"Just casually had these huh?" I mutter and play with it between my fingertips.

It only had three holes, obviously for the eyes and mouth. It honestly didn't shock me too much that he had these especially considering he didn't make content showing his face at all.

"Alright ready?"

"Where are we doing this? Should I change? Should I put makeup on-"

"Calm down-" he says and laughs, shaking his head at my sudden worries.

"We're doing this in my bathroom, I already set the camera and lights up." He explains and I nod.

"As for your clothes if you want I can give you one of my shirts and you can just leave your panties on." He says looking me up and down.

I wearing a SZA shirt with Cookie Monster pajama pants.... Yeah I definitely could've changed but maybe got a tiny bit excited..

He walked over to his dresser and picked the first one of top and then tossed it over to me. I caught it and unfold it to reveal a Nirvana tee. I shrug and walk over to his bathroom with him right on my tail.

I walk in then stop and quickly turn around to point a finger at him, "you're waiting- you can wait a few more minutes there O'Hara." He chuckles and backs up letting me close the door.

I quickly take off my tee shirt and put the one he gave me on. I leave my shirt on the sink then I slip out of my pj pants and realize it wasn't a big deal if he watched because he was going to see it all right now anyway.....

I look in the mirror and take a deep breath, I was really going to do this.... We were really going to do this...

I then take notice of the ring light and tripod that were right in front me. This was getting so real so fast and it was making me more nervous than I expected.

I breathe in then breathe out. I do it a couple more times and feel some nerves leave my body but some still lingering around.

I turn around and walk towards the door, I open it wide and Miguel stands up from his bed and walks over. "Finally." He teased and I chuckle.

"My bad." I mutter, turning back around and walk to the sink, leaning against it as Miguel walks in.

"You're good, don't worry it'll be fine." He reassured and gives me a small smile.

He walks over to his tripod and sets his phone on it and goes to the camera. He turns to me and motions for me to stand in front of the camera. I nod and do so, leaning against the seat with my nerves growing every second.

"Alright we're gonna start, if you need me to stop at any given moment just tap my thigh or anywhere twice okay?" He says and I nod.

"Audibly please?" He says and I chuckle.

"Yes I understand."

"Okay good." He says and throws me the pink robber mask.

I move all my hair to my back then slip it on. I fix the holes to align to my mouth and eyes then see Miguel doing the same. "This'll be fun." He mutters with a slight smirk on his face then he presses the button to record.

He walks over to me and gently puts his hands on my cheeks then leans in. I lean up and he leans down removing the last amount of space between us and crashes his lips onto mine. I kiss back and put a hand to his jaw and the other on his neck.

I then feel his hands slide down my body, at first staying at my waist, gripping my skin softly through the shirt until his hands go lower and his fingertips are playing with the hem of his shirt, near my ass.

He slid his tongue in my mouth and continues toying w his shirt, bringing it up slowly as our tongues fight for dominance but I stood no chance. Suddenly I feel a hard smack against my ass making me moan in his mouth.

He smiles and pulls away just to go down and start leaving open mouthed kisses on my neck. I sigh and tilt my head to the side as he slightly moves the mask to leave a mark where he wanted. He sucked on my skin then licked it softly before leaving a kiss on it.

I smile and grab his head, making sure he stayed in place as he kept playing with the skirt. He pulls away again and this time bringing the hem of the shirt up, slowly. He turns me around slowly so my behind is what the camera will see and lifts the shirt completely over my ass.

Another smack.

Then to the other cheek.

Another smack on each one, definitely already making them red and it seemed like he wanted to keep going because of the noises that were leaving his mouth. Such delicious groans.

He keeps pulling it up, exposing my entire bare back to the camera but my tits to him. He quickly brings it up and over my head, throwing it on the floor then quickly cups my tits and squeezes.

I gasp when he pinches both nipples then quickly turns me around so my ass was on his already hard bulge. His hands continue squeezing and I felt purely at bliss, heaven on earth even.

I lay my head back against his chest which makes him lean down and leave a kiss on my neck then suck gently on the skin as his hands continued kneading my tits.

His right hand then lets go of my boob and slowly trails down my stomach, as if easing me in, making me feel comfortable first. I grab on to his left arm and try to stand still, I already felt like I was going to go crazy and maybe fall over.

My fucking roommate was doing this- and he had such a good hand for these things so this was gonna be perfect.

His hand goes between my legs, gently rubbing my pussy through my panties. I spread my legs to help him out when he starts rubbing circles on my clit. I moan and buck my hips forward, already wanting more.

And he gives me just that, he starts going faster and I could feel my wetness seeping through the fabric of my little panties. "Miguel-"

He hums then rubs along my slit, my arousal already able to soak his fingers. How embarrassing.

He then removed his fingers making me whine until he pulls my panties down and lets them slide off my legs. I step out of them and kick them farther out, out of shot.

I spread my legs again and he doesn't hesitate to immediately start rubbing my clit again, not caring to ease me in anymore. He moans into my ear and dips his fingers on to my folds, my wetness enveloping them as he teases my hole making me grip harder onto his arm.

He moved that arm to grip on to my waist while I still held on to it for dear life. I couldn't trust myself to stand I knew I'd just end up falling and he was a big boy, he could handle me.

He then slid a finger in, slow at first until he slammed it in without warning. I gasped and clung on to his arm. He then started pumping in and out, deep and slow.

He started going faster, hitting deeper now until he fully stopped and added a second finger in. He started moving again, going faster and harder, making me a moaning mess as I looked down to watch in awe.

"Look how easy you're taking me baby." He murmurs in my ear and I couldn't help the whimper that came out of me.

"Feels so good-" I moan and he hums, pumping them even faster.

I felt myself clench against his fingers and listen to how fucking soaked I am, he barely even touched me..

"Rub your clit for me." He whispers and I nod, immediately bringing my right hand down to rub my clit in fast circles.

I moan out for him and he coos dirty little nothings into my ear as he starts curling his fingers up and hitting that sweet spot every time.

I was starting to feel my orgasm creep in already which had me shocked but then realized who was the one doing this to me...

"Fuck- Miguel-" I moan and lay my head back against him, he leans down to kiss my cheek oh so sweetly.

He then brings his open hand and starts pinching my left nipple, I felt my legs shake as he continued and I was slowly down because I was feeling so fucking close.

"Don't stop baby, be a good girl and keep rubbing that clit until you cum for me sweet girl." He murmurs and I whimper, clenching against his fingers as I rub my clit faster feeling that knot in my stomach about to burst.

"Miguel please- so cl-"

I dig my nails into his arms making him groan but he didn't say to stop. I felt my eyes growing hazier by the second and my thighs were trembling more and more by the second.

Suddenly I see white, I cry out and feel my climax crash and take over my body. I closed my eyes and almost fell to my knees, had Miguel strong arm not held me. My legs were trembling and Miguel's fingers were still inside, slowly fucking me through my orgasm.

I held onto him for dear life and start to calm my breathing down as I open my eyes, then quickly widening in pure shock, I had squirted all over the place.

I gasp and move my hand away from my clit, I stood silent, still in Miguel's arms in pure embarrassment. Squirting always felt so embarrassing, especially now because I didn't even mean to-

"That was probably the most perfect shoot I've done thus far." Miguel says making me scoff.

"I'm being so serious." He says finally taking his fingers out of me slowly and brings it up to his lips.

I tilt my head and look up, watching as he sucks on his fingers covered in my juices. Holy fuck.

I blink watching him as if in a trance, then he looks me directly in my eyes making me subconsciously squeeze my thighs together.

He takes them out with a plop and gives me a wide grin, "sorry but we have to do that again in the future...."

I laugh and look down embarrassed, I shrug and straighten up, "I guess we'll have to see if the people liked it..."

"I'm sure they will." He says and laughs.

"Let's get ya cleaned up then maybe we can watch a movie, if you'd like." He suggests and I look up at him and nod.

"That'd be perfect."

#miguel ohara smut #Miguel ohara #miguel 2099 #miguel x reader #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderverse #miguel o hara #miguel ohara x reader #miguel ohara imagine #miguel ohara x you #miguel ohara x y/n #Miguel O’Hara smut #miguel spiderman #Spider-Man #across the spiderverse #easy money

[butterfliesandblueeyes]

WORTH IT

🏏 Pregnant with Daryl's baby when Negan and the Saviours capture your family. You'll do everything you can to protect your partner and unborn child.

pairings : Daryl Dixon x reader

w/c : 2.5k

warnings : mentions of blood, major character deaths (rip Abraham & Glenn xo)

a/n : This is my first story I've written for Daryl, hopefully more to come. As always enjoy reading and thank you for the support!

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The lights of the various trucks and cars shone bright upon your group. Seated on your knees between Daryl and Michonne. Heavy breaths left your bitten lips and Daryl placed his hand on your swollen belly to help calm you down. You were around 6 months pregnant with his baby.

You turned your head to the side to stare into his cerulean eyes. A ghost of a smile played on his lips and you returned one of your own. His skin was a pale colour which resulted from the blood loss of being shot. He mouthed that it was going to be okay and you nodded in return.

A man with a moustache took a few steps forward, your group's eyes landing on him.”Let’s meet the man,” he announced before walking towards a van and knocking on the door. A few seconds later a man walked out. He was wearing a black leather jacket with a red scarf and a baseball bat was resting on his shoulder. If you squinted you could see something wrapped around the thick part of the bat. You placed your hand on top of Daryls’ that still rested on your belly.

“Pissing our pants yet?” the man asked yet it was rhetorical. “Boy do I have a feeling we’re getting close. It’s gonna be pee-pee pants city here real soon,”. The man sauntered to the middle of your group. “Now which one of you pricks is the leader?” he asked.

“This one” the moustache man said as he gestured to Rick. Your breathing picked up again, afraid of what this man wanted with Rick and with your group. Daryl began rubbing small circles around your belly. If he wasn’t here with you, you’d be a blubbering mess.

“Hi. You’re Rick right?” The man said as he knelt in front of Rick. A few seconds passed and Rick didn’t respond so the man spoke again, he introduced himself as Negan and his group was the Saviors. He wasn’t too happy since your group had killed some of his men. You tuned out a while after that. He and Rick went back and forth but all you could think about was your baby and Daryl. You didn’t want your family to be taken away before you got around to becoming one. 

Daryl hunched further over and you took a firm grip of his arm so he wouldn't completely fall over. You didn’t dare speak to him no matter how bad you wanted to. You were fearful of this man and you had no idea what he was capable of. 

“Give me your shit or I will kill you,” the man announced. The booming of his voice took you by surprise since you weren't completely listening to what he was saying earlier. The man blabbered on some more about the new world order until something he said caught your attention.

“So now,” he paused. “I’m gonna beat the holy hell out of one of you.” A quiet gasp left your mouth and your eyes found Daryls’ again. Negan swung his bat around in an attempt to show it off. “This is Lucille and she is awesome,” he announced. “All this,” he gestured to your group and the Saviors as he spoke. “All this is just so we can pick out which one of you gets the honor,”. 

Negan began strutting towards the opposite side of the semi-circle. He paused when he was in front of Carl. “Shit kid, lighten up. At least cry a little.”. He chuckled as he walked further up the line, now stopping in front of Maggie who was also pregnant but experiencing some complications. “Jesus, you look shitty” he commented as he took in the state she was in. “I should just put you out of your misery,” he added. Glenn was quick to his feet, running to Maggies’ aid when he was stopped by a blow to his stomach. He fell to the ground groaning. 

“Nope, get him back in line,” Negan demanded. Glenn was dragged back to his spot. “All right, listen,” Negan spoke while pacing back and forth. “Don’t any of you do that again. I will shut that shit down,” the man swung his bat around again and you flinched. Daryl noticed and you could feel him staring at your side profile. You didn’t dare look in fear of drawing attention to him.

He continued down the line and you snapped your eyes shut when he stopped in front of you. “What do we have here?” he snickered. Your eyes opened at the sound of his voice. He was gesturing towards your belly with Daryls’ hand placed firmly on top. You looked up at the man. He had a shit eating grin plastered on his face and suddenly you felt like you couldn't breathe. 

But he turned around and stalked back towards the center of the group. He gave a low whistle. “I simply cannot decide,”. He was acting like he enjoyed this. He chuckled before he spoke again. “I got an idea,”. He walked back towards the opposite side of the circle. 

He pointed the bat at Eugene. “Eenie,”. Next was Carl. “Meenie,”. Then Aaron. “Miney,”. Sasha. “Mo,”. Rick. “Catch,”. Maggie. “A tiger,”. Abraham. “By,”. Michonne. “His toe,”. You. “If,”. He paused on you, giving you a once over before moving on to Daryl. “He hollars,”. Rosita. “Let him go,”. Then finally Glenn. “My mother,”. He stalked back over to the start of the line and pointed the bat at Eugene once again. “Told me to pick the very best one and you are..”. The bat landed on Abraham. “It,”. 

The bat was in front of Abrahams’ face as Negan began to speak again. “Anybody moves, anybody says anything, cut the boys’ other eye out and feed it to his father and then we’ll start. You can breathe, you can blink, you can cry.” Negan inhaled. “Hell, you’re all going to be doing that.”

The sound of the first crack of the bat was piercing. There were screams and cries around you but all you could do was remain silent as tears rolled down your reddened cheeks. You felt paralyzed.

“Ho ho,” Negan laughed. “Look at that, taking it like a champ,”. You dared a peak at Abraham, blood was pouring down his face. Daryl locked his fingers with yours. “Don’t look Y/N,” he pleaded. You looked down at your lap, your free hand resting on your stomach.

“Suck my nuts,” Abraham stuttered out before the bat came down onto Abrahams’ head again and again and again. Until everything went silent.

Negan chuckled again. He turned towards his men. “Did you hear that? He said suck my nuts,”.  His men erupted into laughter. Negan swished his bat around, blood splattering on the ground, on Ricks’ face and on your baby bump. Your mouth agape, you stared down at the crimson liquid that started to soak into your lilac tank top and onto your bare skin. “Oh my goodness, look at this!” Negan shouted happily. “You guys look at my dirty girl,”. He tsked. 

He stalked towards Rosita, placing the bat in front of her face. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight but quickly lowered her eyes. “Sweetheart,” he began, “Lay your eyes on this,”. Rositas’ eyes didn’t budge from where they had settled on. Negan was growing agitated. “Oh damn. Were you together?” Negan asked but Rosita still didn’t budge. “That sucks,” he added. “But if you were, you should know there was a reason for all this. Red and hell, he was, is and always will be red,” he spoke emphasizing on the ‘red’. ”He just took one or six or seven for the team! So take a damn look,”. He thrusted the bat in Rositas’ face.

Out of the corner of your eye you could see Daryl shifting on his knees, preparing to get up. Panic rose in your chest and your mouth moved before you could stop it “leave her,”. Your voice was meek and you weren't sure he heard you until his footsteps grew closer to you. You looked up just as he squatted in front of you. Your eyes made contact and a wicked smile grew on Negans’ face. “Well hello there,” he spoke, his voice a lot softer than before. 

You gulped and felt Daryls’ hand on your stomach again. Negans’ eyes followed the movement of Daryls’ hand and he scoffed. “Don’t tell me this piece of shit is the father. He’ll ruin that baby,”. Before you could even register Negans’ words, Daryl was up and already punching him in the face. “No,” you yelled as a few men grabbed Daryl and dragged him to the floor. You went to get up but Michonne grabbed your arm, keeping you in place. 

Daryl was laying on the ground with a mans’ arm around his neck. He was grunting and breathing heavily. His eyes locked on you while a man named Dwight held Daryls’ crossbow to his own head. “Do you want me to do it? Right here,” Dwight asked Negan. Negan looked up at you as he grabbed a handful of Daryls hair and pulled his head back slightly. Daryl hissed in pain. “No. No you don't kill them, not until you try,” he answered. 

“Please let him go,” you whimpered. Negans’ grip on Daryl released and he sauntered over to you, kneeling once again. Daryl was thrashing and kicking on the ground, trying to get out of the Saviors’ grip but they didn’t budge. Your eyes drifted back to your bump once again. You were afraid to look at this man. He had just killed your friend with no remorse. Now he had your love pinned to the ground, his fate falling into Negans’ hands. All your fates in Negans’ filthy hands.

Negans’ grimy, gloved fingers gripped your chin tightly and angled your face so your eyes fell on him once again. His thumb gently caressed your cheek and it sent goosebumps down your spine. Not the good kind either. “You’re a sight for sore eyes,” he stated. You swore you could see a tinge of pink on his cheeks. “You really think he’s worth it?” he asked you. Your eyes hardened and you answered back with no hesitation “yes,”. He shook his head at your answer. “You’re stupider than you look,” he announced. “You can come back with me, be one of my wives and raise the baby in a safe environment, Together,” Negan suggested. Your response was to spit in his face. He closed his eyes while wiping his face.

He stood up and took one more look at you “sweetheart that was a bad idea,”. He motioned for his men to drag Daryl back in line. When he was next to you again you grabbed his hand and brought it to your lips, placing a gentle kiss to his palm. 

“Now I already told you people, first ones free then what'd I say? I said I would shut that shit down!”. Negans’ booming voice made you curl into yourself, shielding your stomach since you didn't know what was to come. “No exceptions. Now I don't know what kind of lying assholes you've been dealing with but I’m a man of my word. First impressions are important, I need you to know me,” he stood right in front of you as his speech spilled from his lips. “And sweetheart,”. You looked up at him. “Your actions have consequences, so back to it,”. The bat was raised above his head and your eyes squeezed shut as you waited for it to make contact with your head but it never came. Instead the bat came down onto Glenns’ head. 

The scream that escaped from your throat hurt. Glenn was your first friend since the apocalypse. You two spent endless hours chatting. He knew everything about you and vice versa. He was your best friend. 

 Glenns’ last words were for Maggie. You hid your head in Daryls’ good shoulder as sobs racked through your body. Your group was paralysed as Rick was whisked away to the van with Negan. It felt like hours before they came back out. Negan was trying to get Rick to surrender and conform so he had Carl lay on the ground waiting for Rick to chop his arm off. Rick pleaded and begged and Negan told Rick he belonged to him. We all belonged to him.

“Today was a productive damn day,” Negan announced. “Now, I hope for your sake that you get it now, that you understand how things work. Things have changed. Whatever you had going on that is over now,”. Negan paused his movement. “Ah, Dwight load him up,”. Your eyes snapped to Negan then to daryl. “No! No,” you yelled, grabbing onto Daryl as Dwight pulled him off the ground. You were pulled to your feet as well, your fingers locked with Daryls’ and neither of you letting go. 

“Don’t take him! Please,” you begged. You felt arms snake around your waist and roughly separate your hand from Daryls’. He was dragged off to a van and roughly shoved in the back, the doors slamming shut when he was inside. You clawed at the hands around your waist. You were thrown to the ground. The wind was knocked out of you and you gasped for air. You felt a hand grip your hair and force your head back. Negans’ mouth was in line with your ear when he spoke “If you want to try something, today, tomorrow I will cut pieces off,” he paused and looked around. “Hell’s his name?” he asked. Someone responded with Daryl and Negan was in line with your ear again. “Daryl,” he whispered, to which you responded with a whimper. “I will cut pieces off of Daryl and put them on your doorstep or better yet, I will bring him to you and have you do it for me,” he threatened. He placed a kiss to your hair, lingering for a few seconds longer than necessary. “I’ll be seeing you,” he promised as he released the grip of your hair and stood up. You remained on the ground.

“I’ll leave you sorry shits a truck, use it to cart all the crap you're gonna find me, until then ta ta,”. You rested your forehead on the gravel as all the various trucks started their engines and drove away. 

The tears started to fall not long after that, sob after sob fell from your lips. You felt hands on your back, picking you up so you sat on the gravel. The arms wrapped around you and pulled you into them, comforting you. You cried and cried. Cried for Abraham. Cried for Glenn. Cried for Daryl. You cried for your life and your unborn child's life. You wondered if you would ever see Daryl again. If your baby would ever know their dad. No, you knew you would see him again. You knew he would be here for your babys’ life. You knew it. You'd make sure of it.  Because Daryl was worth it.

#daryl dixon #the walking dead #daryl dixon x reader

[rfaromance]

late night drives to see all the christmas lights in the neighborhood + seven

This might have been the first and last time in MC's life that they were willing to wear crocs.

Saeyoung was calling their name and waving them down towards him, urging them to pick up their pace, all the way through the bunker and until he reached the garage. Even after he hopped into one of his cars--a hot red convertible baby--he continued with his sense of urgency.

"Don't you dare honk!" MC tried to sound annoyed, but they could barely suppress their giggles as they flung open the passenger door and hopped into the car seat. "You know Saeran is asleep already!"

That managed to stop Saeyoung in his tracks, his hand hovering in midair just above the steering wheel. "My baby brother needs his rest," he murmured solemnly. "Especially since I programmed a special alarm for Meowy for tomorrow morning."

Although MC was curious to see what kind of "special alarm" that Saeyoung had programmed for Christmas morning, they couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for the unsuspecting Saeran.

"Is your seat belt on? I may be in a hurry, but safety first!" Saeyoung hummed.

MC sighed as they clicked the seat belt into place. "So you admit you're in a h-- Jesus Christ, Saeyoung!"

They hadn't managed to finish their sentence before Saeyoung revved up the engine and began barreling towards the open garage door. As soon as he had verified his lover's safety, he had continued with his previous breakneck, almost frantic, pace to leave the bunker.

MC was naturally suspicious of this sudden, dramatic change in Saeyoung's demeanor. "Are you going to tell me where we're going?" they prompted as casually as possible.

Saeyoung only replied with a cheeky grin. "Nope!" the redhead purred. "But I must say, you do look amazing in my crocs."

If not for the fact that Saeyoung was driving at a somewhat frightening speed, MC would have smacked him. "I didn't want to go out in pajamas and crocs!" they protested. "You didn't give me any time to change! This is a one time thing, and don't you forget it!"

Saeyoung's disappointed whine almost made MC want to give in and consider wearing the cursed shoes again.

Almost.

After a few moments of near silence, with the only sound being the rumble of the engine as Saeyoung drove through the night, MC ventured to raise the question that had been nagging at the back of their head the entire time. "Hey, honey. Can I ask you a weird question?"

Saeyoung chuckled softly in response. "I'm pretty sure that what's 'weird' for you, isn't very 'weird' to me."

MC snorted. "Pfft, I suppose that's true," they conceded. However, even Saeyoung's light-hearted reply was not enough to ease their nerves. "If you don't mind, then..." they began hesitantly, inhaling sharply as they tried to figure out the most tactful way to word their question. But MC and Saeyoung had promised to be honest with each other going forward, and maybe tact and beating around the bush was not the best approach after all.

"You normally dread leaving the bunker. Why were you in such a hurry to go out tonight?"

Hopefully that was not too blunt.

The pair drove in silence for another moment, except this time MC could not even appreciate the quiet because their heart was pounding violently in their chest and blood was pumping in their ears. Was their partner upset with such a harsh question after all?

A slow, low breath whistled out of Saeyoung's lips. MC braced themselves for a stinging reply, but all Saeyoung said was, "We're almost there."

Finally the car--which was definitely breaking the speed limit for the vast majority of their trip--began to come to a slow roll, easing merrily along the back road that the pair was traveling along.

"You're right," Saeyoung murmured at last. MC turned their head to him curiously, trying to suppress the anxiety rising in their throat as they waited for him to continue. "I hate leaving the bunker. It's not that I don't want to see the world," he explained, "but I know that this world is not safe for someone like me. I have more enemies than I have friends." A harsh laugh. "The count isn't even close."

The car drifted to a standstill, and Saeyoung shifted the gears into "park" before he turned his head to look directly at MC. "But you... you deserve the world. Every inch, every breath, every color, every sound. You deserve to live life to the fullest." His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, and his knuckles began to turn white. The car was stopped, so... was he just trying to hide how intensely his hands were shaking? "You are my world. I'm happy as long as I have you and Saeran. But... I can't let my fears and my dangers keep you from being happy. And so..."

He gently pressed the gas pedal and the car began rolling forward at a leisurely pace.

"So when you mentioned Christmas lights, I knew I had to take you to see them."

Christmas lights? MC ransacked their brain trying to figure out when they last mentioned them. Of course, they wouldn't deny that they loved Christmas lights; they looked forward to the dazzling displays at homes and around towns all season. But they had only brought them up off-handedly when talking to Saeran one afternoon. They hadn't complained or demanded to see lights; MC had resigned themselves to a year without them, knowing that the twins had to worry about their safety and that Saeran's health was still a big concern.

"You were listening?" MC asked at last, not sure of what else to say.

"606... I'm always keeping my eye on you, like your own personal Santa Claus."

With the tap of a button (a cleverly hidden button in the pocket of Saeyoung's hoodie), the dark path before them burst into color and light. Luminous trees reached into the sky, where crystal-colored snowflakes hung overhead. Presents made of lights in red, pink, and purple were scattered around the sides of the road, and glittering penguins slid down hills made of white LEDs.

"S-Saeyoung..."

"I must say, making a Christmas light show is almost as fun as hacking into foreign government databases! Almost." His warm golden eyes, glowing with love, turned to the awestruck face beside him. "Would you care for a tour of the North Pole of Seoul?" He extended his hand with a dramatic flourish, grinning from ear to ear.

"Have I really been nice enough this year for such a treat, Saeyoung Claus?" MC turned to him with a sheepish smile, trying to joke along but unable to disguise the admiration, humility, and adoration in their voice.

"If you don't make the nice list, then nobody else in the world has a chance."

Hand in hand, the pair set forth to view their own little slice of Christmas magic.

#mystic messenger #mysmes #mysme #saeyoung choi #707 #luciel choi #saeyoung x mc #gn!mc #thanks for the ask!

[findingnemosworld]

𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨 𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐬

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬

( 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐰𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 )

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐩*𝐫𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭 ( 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 )

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐟.

( like I said, to be that trophy dude, I want to sit on his lap )

If there is one thing he adored, ( a guilty pleasure that is ) it was when she became insanely agree, before she was his girlfriend, she is quite the football fan - a Liverpool fan to be specific, and the outcome of the match Liverpool had certainly left her in a very sour mood which had lead them to this moment, he was sitting on the couch, bare of any clothing while she angrily bounced up and down on his cock, soft whines erupt from her lips. " Fuck, fuck " she whines.

" Come on baby, I know you got it in you " He cooed, pressing featherlight kisses to her jaw.

With a few last strokes, the knot in her abdomen explodes, releasing every bit of her arousal over his cock while he leaned back, grunting at the sensation. " Shall we go to bed? " he asks through labored breaths.

She nods softly, wrapping her arms around his shoulders while he carried her towards their bedroom, he walks in towards the bed then he lays her down, dipping his head in to capture her lips in a passionate kiss that deepened when she swiped her tongue over his lower lip, granting her access to his mouth, their tongues colliding which caused him to groan. " Fuck baby, I need you " he says through a strangled moan.

" Take me " She whispers, deepening the kiss further.

He spreads her legs further, groaning at the way cum seeped through her pussy. " You look so good like this " he sighs before he stroked his cock to align it to her pussy, he pushed the tip slowly, she moaned softly.

" Please Sergio " She whines, crying when he pushed his cock all the way in.

He leans in, resting his forehead on top of hers, one hand wraps around her waist causing her legs to wrap around his torso while the other caressed her skin, his thrusts weren't gentle as he knew that she wasn't seeking gentle, she loved every minute of it, crying with intense pleasure while he teased her neck with kisses and bites. " You like that sweet girl? You like how deep my cock is inside of your pussy, fucking you like this "

" Yes " She sighs, clinging onto him. " Harder "

He increased the pace of his thrust, biting down ever so gently on her neck while he continued to penetrate her walls as deep as he can. " I ... fuck " he moans, " Fuck baby, I'm going to cum "

" So am I " She whined, " Please don't stop "

His thrusts grew sloppy, while he barely was able to keep his lips on top of hers until he felt his cock twitch and release ropes of cum inside of her walls followed by her breaking down completely drenching his cock. " Jesus " he sighs, collapsing on top of her.

" Thank you " She sighs, attempting to collect her breath.

He lifts his head up and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. " Anytime baby "

He pulls out then lifts her in his arms, taking her to the bathroom, he places her on top of the counter while he set up a bath for them, once it was set he reaches for her, taking her in his arms before he carefully placed her into the tub, he soon followed and took her in his arms to allow her to relax. " I'm sorry baby " he murmurs pressing a kiss to her forehead.

" They're so fucking traitorous, they knew the goal was onside yet fucking refused to admit it until after the match was over " She grumbles.

He sighs softly, " I'm sure they'll make it up in the next fixture baby "

" Hopefully " She lifts her head up to kiss him.

#sergio ramos #sergio ramos blurb #sergio ramos one shot #sergio ramos smut #sergio ramos fanfiction #sergio ramos x reader

[jokatsuya]

Good boy

Sherlock x reader / Sherlock x Fem!reader

Wordcount: 1051

Warnings: actually none as long as you are not a high functioning sociopath (if you are: Watch out! It’s a little cute at some point.)

Summary: (Y/n) accidentally calls Sherlock an interesting pet name, whereupon something happens that she really didn't expect. How will Sherlock handle the situation?

A/n: It's me again and of course I have another story for you guys. So lie back and enjoy this little work of mine. At this point also a thank you to the already received requests. Each one makes it even more fun for me and hopefully you can enjoy them as much as I do. Yours JoKatsuya

>>I need some. Get me some. Now! Immediately!<<, Sherlock comes shooting out from beside me, nearly scaring me to death, whereupon I wince and pull my arms towards me, accidentally hitting one of my hands in his face.

>>You know you're not supposed to scare me like that, Sherlock!<<, I drive at him still in shock, but this time with more anger in my undertone.

When I finally turn to him though, all I see is him rubbing his nose and blinking rapidly several times. Wait, was that me? >>Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I...I...didn't mean to! Do you need a cold pack? Or something else?<<, I ask him hastily in concern, taking his big hands out of his face to survey the possible injury. Fortunately, nothing is visible so far, which is why I now eye the tall man in front of me with squinted eyes reprovingly. How often do I have to tell him that he shouldn't always appear next to me so suddenly?

>>Be a good boy and don't do that again. As sorry as I am right now, God knows how much, but it had to come so far!<<, I rebuke him with now raised finger, which he examines with narrowed eyebrows and looks back and forth between him and me again and again. Unexpectedly, I do the same to him until he breaks the silence with a slightly confused sounding question: >>What did you call me?<<

>>A good boy.<<, another voice suddenly sounds from the door between the stairwell and the living room. Wait, what? Unpleasantly, that just slipped out, whereupon I feel the blush rise to my face. Jesus, this is embarrassing.

Sherlock and I turn simultaneously towards the source of the noise and immediately catch sight of John, who is standing there with an amused grin and his arms on his hips.

>>What?<<, Sherlock answers John with a dramatic high undertone and looks at me again. Well, I guess I had really said that out loud, a most unpleasant mistake.

Just as I'm about to move out of the way, Sherlock holds me back by the arm. Keep calm (y/n), it wasn't meant disrespectfully, nor did you mean to insult him in any way with it, in whatever way he might take it.

With a lurch, I lean back against the armchair and draw in a sharp breath as Sherlock hovers over me, bent close. In fact, close, very close. I feel his breath hitting my neck, giving me a pleasant shiver from the back of my neck down my spine. After a few seconds, I finally dare to return his intense gaze, which I can feel all too clearly on me.

>>I'm...a leave...coming soon...Hudson...<<, I catch fractionally before I hear a creak of the door and automatically slide a little further together.

>>You praised me like such a little dog? Am I Anderson, who can't get along without something like that?<<, he asks so quickly that I can barely follow him in my slightly dazed state, abruptly moving away from me as he wildly gestures to give his words more expression, jumping up and down a bit. Gestures that I will probably never really understand about him. But actually these are quite cute. He really seems like a little puppy that just had a huge bone put in front of its snout and immediately taken away. A smile slips across my lips at these thoughts, which immediately makes Sherlock's head swing to me.

>>Actually, you really are like an excited dog, or much more like a puppy.<<, I giggle, by now beginning to be master of myself again. As a result, I earn a deep enervated groan, from the tall well-built man in front of me, who eyes me critically.

>>John?!<<, he suddenly calls out, but must disappointingly realize that his, as he calls him, assistant, or as others would put it, best friend does not react. His face becomes even grimmer. Actually quite cute. With three steps, I'm now standing right in front of him again and looking directly into his face, where a small bruise is starting to form on his nose.

>>He just left. Didn't you catch that? If I remember correctly, he said something about Mrs. Hudson. Sit down and I'll get you something cold.<<, I order him and push him down on the couch. Just as I'm about to leave for the kitchen, he pulls me onto his lap, which causes me to cry out in shock.

>>How am I supposed to notice when my girlfriend calls me a puppy after punching me in the face?<<, I draw in my breath sharply. It's the first time he's directly called me his girlfriend. He usually only ever paraphrased our relationship, which was completely pointless since everyone could see that there was something going on between the two of us.

>>What did you say?<<, I now ask him, brushing one of his dark stray curls out of his forehead.

>>Nothing.<<, he quickly replies, apparently only now realizing what exactly he just said, which is why he immediately pushes me off his lap again and goes to the window.

>>Finally<<, he speaks quietly to himself and then walks towards his old familiar black armchair, on which he plops down. Even though we are now basically back at the beginning, I can't get the grin off my face.

Out of the corner of my eye I see how Sherlock looks at me in a jerk and examines me questioningly, before his head finally turns back to me directly afterwards and he inquires about my behavior: >>Why are you grinning like that?<<

>>If I had known that I could thus penetrate your shell..., I would have done it sooner and especially more often.<<, I confess with a triumphant face.

>>What shell?<<, Greg's voice rings out in confusion, just entering.

>>Nothing. Now tell me who died, Gregory! I've been waiting for this all day.<<, Sherlock demands jitterily, seemingly having completely forgotten about what happened just now, or rather, in my guess, repressed it. I'll let him win this round, but he shouldn't think he can do it forever. Before I win, however, he should first learn Greg's name, before he kills him at some point, so that I can still have a chance.

Strictly do not: copy, claim or translate those stories of mine anywhere else  

#Sherlock #Sherlock holmes #sherlock x reader #sherlock bbc #sherlock x y/n #sherlock x you #sherlock fic #sherlock fanfiction #benedict cumberbatch #Benedict Cumberbatch x y/n #Benedict Cumberbatch x you #Benedict Cumberbatch x reader #lestrade #inspector lestrade #greg lestrad #john watson #bbc #dr john watson

[jvstheworld]

The Buffy Re-watch: S2E15 (part 3)

Phases

I'm going to start this post with a bit of a rant: Willow asks Buffy if making the first move makes her a slut. What the ever loving fuck! Why was this line included? Was it necessary? How would making the first move make her or anyone a slut? It's such a horrible fucking question. There was no need to phrase it like that. There are better ways of asking if she could make the first move than that. It just caught me off guard. I get that Willow is a bit nervous and new to these things, but come on! It does not make you a slut if you make the first move. You are just clearly showing your interest in a person who hopefully has similar feelings as you and wants to reciprocate them. There is nothing wrong with that. Jesus fucking Christ though.

Yeah, Buffy and pals, you sort of jumped the gun on the whole Theresa thing. There are still vampires roaming around. A werewolf might be high priority right now but you can't assume that it killed her. Also Willow can access coroner's reports, she could have looked it up.

It's good that the werewolf didn't kill Theresa but bad that Angel did because he wants to start his reign of terror against Buffy.

How long does it take for people to go from the coroners office to a funeral home? Theresa has only been dead less that 24 hours and she turns in that time too. Yet, some don't turn until after they are in the ground. Do some vampires wake up in the funeral homes, realise where they are and then go back to sleep so they can have the full newbie vampire experience?

Xander coming in with the save and killing a vampire. I should start keeping a tally of him being actually helpful (I won't that is too much work).

Sir, I hope you have some good ventilation in that van if you're using a bunsen burner to make bullets. Also does a bunsen burner produce enough heat to melt silver? And how much time is passing in this scene because there is no way that he can melt down the silver pour it into the mould, then take it out and it be cold to touch in the space of a few minuets like the scene is suggesting.

Also, it is dark outside Cain's van, which means sundown and moon up. Shouldn't Oz be in wolf mode by now? Because other times in the show he changes as soon as the sun is down, yet here he doesn't change until after Willow gets to his house.

Where did Oz get the chains from and where is he anchoring them to stop himself from getting out and attacking people?

Bad time for angry speeches Will. Oz really is going through some changes and you don't want to be around when it happens.

Giles coming through with the tranquiliser gun.

Willow shooting Oz with her eyes closed, that's pretty good aiming. Her 'I shot Oz' was adorable.

Larry has stopped being an ass. We like to see personal growth.

Is Xander worried that because Larry thinks he is gay that Larry likes him now? Or just that Larry might tell people that he is?

Oz is the loyal type, until season 4.

I'm glad nothing is up to Xander, because then life would be shit.

Oz and Willow talking about their relationship like normal people should do. And they get to have their first kiss. Yay for happy endings.

So, the next episode is one that I do not like. It will not be talked about favourably. And it serves to make me feel even more ick towards Xander.

#buffy the vampire slayer #buffy summers #rupert giles #willow rosenberg #xander harris #btvs s2 #daniel oz osbourne #buffy rewatch #tv show thoughts

[skyfallslayer]

Cherry || Chapter 2: A Red Awakening

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Series

Series Masterlist

Ao3 link

Character Cards: 001 002 003 004 005 006

🍒Series Summary: As a superhero, you always believe in the good that comes with it, and the feeling of bringing hope to people's eyes makes your heart flutter. That is… Until you witness your teammates murdering your husband. Now your world is upside down, and the people you once deemed your enemies are offering you some help. Will you take the bait? Or bury your head in the sand?

🍒Chapter Summary:  You’re “kidnapped” by a group of people claiming to be on your side; But you're having doubts about what’s even real or what’s even fake.

🍒Date: 9/4

🍒Rating: Explicit

🍒Word Count: 4415

🍒Warning: Talks of blood; Talks of Vomit; Scenes of Delusions/Denial; Talks about Death/Murder; Possible OOC(?). READ AT YOUR OWN RISK! Let me know If I missed anything.

🍒A/N: So sorry this took so long! That was never my idea, I just had a crazy writers block after writing half of this chapter. Hopefully I don't go so long again. Anyway, Enjoy!

Whoever had their hand over your mouth was strong enough to muffle your screams. Your fight or flight senses kicked in heavily as you were pulled quickly through one of the rooms in the warehouse. You felt your powers starting to surge, the balls of your feet desperately digging into the concrete, your hands trying to claw this person off of you. You managed to finally get an elbow or two in your capturer’s ribcage, and heard them hold back a hiss of pain, but their grip never loosened to your dismay. Your eyes widened in fear again.

I’m fucked. You thought, your mind racing a mile a minute again.

I’m fucked. I’m dead. I’m going to die. I’m going to die. I’m going to die. I’m going—

“Stop struggling. I’m on your side.” A husky voice whispered into your ear, sending visible shivers down your spine.

Shivers.

Oh, Jesus… you were really off your game now. But can you blame yourself though?

You felt the person’s lips against your ear again, pulling you closer.

“Now, I’m going to let go, but you can’t scream because if you do then we're both done for.” They continue, sternly and… gently? That’s odd. “Nod if you understand, okay?”

Strangely you find yourself actually doing it, and soon the hand slips off slowly, and so does the grip around your waist. You felt the person take a very small step back, which you used as an opportunity to turn around, face this odd person of a threat.

You were met with a tall man, taller than your… well… 

You choked down the nonexistent bile.

Your… your husband. Yeah. He was taller than your husband, and even in the poor moonlight, you could see this man had the deepest, yet brightest blue eyes you have ever seen. Richer than your friend John. He had chestnut hair pulled in a half bun; Stubbles too on his face. A very… manly-man so to speak. Intimating looking, scary even, but the eyes can always hold your true emotion; And his were just as soft as ever. 

You tried to speak, to mutter something before he made a motion for you to stay quiet. He soon mouthed the words, ‘Follow me’, and usher you to come. For some, maybe dumb, reason you did. You followed him through the shadows of the warehouse and back out into the open, where you were suddenly met with a suspicious looking van.

Your breath caught in your throat as you froze on the spot. 

Oh no fucking way. I really am going to die today–

“Hey.” He says, stepping into your view. “I know it doesn’t look promising, but it is. So, ma’am, I need you to trust me and get in the van. We need to leave before they find us. Please. Trust me.”

Your heart flutters shockingly. Your chest felt warm for a millisecond; And once again, stupidly you nodded and followed. What you weren’t expecting was him to open the back door so quickly and shove you inside. He climbed in right behind you afterwards, slamming the door.

“We gotta go, Sam, it’s fucking bad.” He says, making your head snap up and off the ground.

You realized you two weren’t alone. You watched as the driver flicked his attention back at the two of you for a split second before slamming on the accelerator. You fell flat on the ground again, but not long after you felt his hands on your biceps, helping you to sit up. 

You nearly jerked away when you saw someone sitting right across from you, which so happens to be a young looking boy; A teenager to be exact, one who was typing away on his laptop. Your (Y/E/C) eyes meet his soft brown ones for a split second, and he gives you a quick reassuring smile before resuming his work.

You surely felt yourself blinking a few times.

Why was there a child here? 

“Peter, status?” The man who saved you asked.

“We’ve got 60 seconds until the camera loop ends, just enough time to grab her bike.” The teenager, Peter, replies.

That got you out of your trance a little. “M-My bike?”

“Yeah, we’re gonna grab your bike, clear up the evidence that you were there.” The man answers. 

“B-But… what about the crowd? There were tons of people standing around when I got there.”

“They’ll be distracted by the ‘heroes’ cars. It’ll be fine.” He reassures, venom in his words as his hand rests on the back door. “Steve, help me out.”

This guy, Steve obviously, arose from the passenger seat and passed by you, apologizing quietly before reaching for the door as well.

“Might want to sit back some more.” Peter says to you before facing his boss. “30 seconds, open the door.”

Your body jerked against the wall as the brakes were applied, the back door springing open. You briefly watch as the man and Steve pull your motorcycle in as quickly as they could before slamming the door shut. 

“Sam, go!”

Another step on the gas, and you impact the wall with your body. Then…

You were off into the unknown.

•°•°•°•°•°

If you were being honest, you zoned out for most of the ride. It was pretty fucking stupid of you to do so, but I guess you can call your current mental state the “processing” stage with all the shit that’s just happened. You had stayed quiet as the four of them were muttering something a mile a minute, something you couldn’t quite understand or hear (Or maybe you chose not to).

Eventually the van came to a complete stop. Where exactly? You were unsure. And there was a part of you that started to become fearful again because maybe these people weren’t exactly your saviors like they promised. You watched as they all started scrambling out of the vehicle, Peter tucking his laptop under his arm and holding his free hand out towards you. You could see the genuine care in his young features, making your heart flutter as you did take it without hesitation.

As he helps you out of the van, you take this opportunity to take in the surroundings. If this was their hideout/lair/headquarters (Whatever you want to call it), it desperately needed some kind of update. From the looks of it, this place could be anywhere from a warehouse to a giant garage of some sort, seeing that the structure was made out of nothing but concrete. No windows as you can see, but there was a metal staircase leading up to a man-made loft (Was that even safe?). And when you took one whiff of the place…

Ew. Definitely smells like boys live here, with a hint of water damage. 

You swallow, unsure what to make of this. You were also unaware as the four men crowded behind you, waiting. But when they noticed you weren’t giving them the light of day, the man who saved you cleared his throat, giving you a reason to look back. Oh, no… your emotions were starting to swirl.

“Alright, ma’am, listen–” He begins.

“What the fuck’s going on?!” You suddenly reply, your outburst surprising even yourself (I guess your processing stage was finally over). “Where am I?! And who the fuck are you?!”

He holds his hands up, trying to show off that he was no threat. “Relax, you're in our base of operations. My name is Bucky.”

You raise a skeptical eyebrow. “Bucky?”

What kind of name is that?

“Yes.” He gestures to his teammates. “These are my friends. The blonde’s Steve; The driver’s Sam, and the kid’s Peter.” They all muttered ‘Hi’ in some kind of way. “And you are…?”

Your shoulders slack at that. You realized they didn’t know who you were. 

Good.

You straighten up again. “Y/N.” 

“Y/N.” Bucky says, happy you're complying. “Nice to meet you. If you’ve got any questions? Ask away. I’m sure you have many.”

You nod slowly, reading to soak up any bit of info about these individuals. “Who exactly are you people?”

“We’re the Avengers. We…” He takes a quick second to find the right words. “Expose and stop, and if necessary, kill corrupted supes.”

You felt yourself blink a few times. You were not expecting that. “What?”

“You heard us correctly, Ma’am. We’re an anti-supe group.”

An anti-supe…what? You felt your heart pick up at those words. Your mind wanders to when you almost activated your powers in the warehouse. You wonder if you’d be dead by now if you did. 

“Anti-supe?” It still felt weird to say. In fact, you wonder if you ever said those words before. You dared to ask the next question. “W-why kill them?” 

“Because a good chunk of them, especially the ones on the fucking Thunderbolts team, have villainous intentions that need to be stopped.”

“We’ve been hired by the CIA to do so.” Sam adds, like it was supposed to make this situation better (Does it though?).

You were shocked beyond words. You really weren’t expecting that. “The CIA hired you? Th-They made this group?”

How could they… Your breath got caught in your throat at a morbid thought.

Oh god… They’re planning to actually kill us.

“But…” Your mind flashes back to earlier again. Your husband is crossing your thoughts. “T-The people I saw… the Thunderbolts, they… th-they killed one of their own.”

“Battlestar probably flipped the script. So Crossbones, Glamour and Killmonger decided to finish him off.” Sam explains, his words hurting you deeply. 

“This isn’t the first time something like this has happened before.” Steve says, adding more salt into the wound.

“B-Before…?” You mumbled in disbelief. 

I guess I really don’t know my teammates after all. Or… my husband if that really is true.

You looked ill after thinking that, and I guess they noticed rather quickly.

“Look–” Bucky says, taking a cautious step forward. “I know what you witness is horrible, and I know this a lot to take in as well, but unfortunately I have to ask you to keep this all a secret.”

You blinked for the millionth time today. “What? What the hell do you mean by that?”

“It means you can’t go to the police.”

You scoff. “Can’t go to the police, huh? Sir, I just witnessed three people killing someone and you’re asking me to keep quiet about it?”

“Ma’am, Listen–”

“You’re insane! I have to go to the police! I have to tell them what I saw! I have to tell him that they… they…”

That they killed my husband.

Bucky gives you an empathetic look. “I know. But the Thunderbolts have some cops under their thumbs. If you go to the wrong one and tell them what you saw, they’ll kill you on the spot, make your death look like an accident or even a suicide. Trust me, I’ve seen it first hand. I’m trying to save you from that kind of fate.”

You swallow, your throat feeling dry. “So… what do you expect me to do?” You asked, eyes starting to sting with unshed tears. Your emotions are starting to appear at full steam as the adrenaline seeps away.

“Well, you could stay here with us. We can–”

“No.” You shake your head. “No, no, no. I… I-I can’t. I can’t. I-If I just up and disappear there will b-be people looking for me and…” You sigh trying to calm yourself. “I’m sorry.”

I-I can’t leave. Not yet. I can’t until I…

“It’s okay. I understand.” Bucky says, smiling softly that it didn't quite match the expression in his eyes. “We can figure something else out.”

“Actually, boss. There was no activity outside. It’s safe to just take her home.” Peter cuts in, sending you a much brighter smile than Bucky did (this kid really knew what heart strings to hit).

“Yeah. We can just take you home. Straight home if that’s what you would like instead. We’ll do whatever you’re comfortable with.”

You clenched and turned away, your hand running through your hair. You really didn’t know what to think of this. You didn’t really know if you can even trust these people. And after everything you witnessed a little while ago, you wonder if you could ever trust anyone again.

You faced them again, still weary. “Fine. You can just take me home.”

But I’ll be keeping my guard up.

“Alright.” Bucky said, gesturing to the van with his head. “I’ll drive you.”

“I’ll go with you too just in case.” Sam replies, following. 

You held your breath as you trailed behind, but before you crawled into the back, you felt the teenager’s hand tugging on your sleeve. 

“I know this is scary, Miss, but trust me when I say this, that we really are trying to help you. Just remember that.” Peter said, with a smile that could warm anyone up.

You return the expression as he lets your arm go, backing up next to Steve to give you some space that you greatly appreciated. You climbed into the back and closed the door, scooting next to your bike. You watch Bucky get into the driver’s seat, Sam in the passenger, both sharing a quick look before driving off. You hugged your knees, both to stabilize your emotions and your powers surging at your fingertips. You could hardly breathe at the tension you felt inside the van. A tension that you decided that might be necessary.

Just keep your guard up. Just keep it up. You chanted to keep yourself sane.

A long time had passed before Bucky spoke out of the blue.

“So where exactly do you live? I want to make sure I’m going the right way.” 

You cast a look at the windows on the back doors, noticing the black tinting on them and frowned.

“Just… Just drop me off anywhere on 11th street.” You reply, and hug yourself a bit more. 11th street is where the restaurant you were supposed to go to tonight was on. There was no way you could tell them to go to the tower. If they find out who you really are, you’ll probably end up dead.

“11th?” Bucky said, surprised. “Look, I just drop you off at–”

“If you want me to trust you, then you have to trust me. Drop me off at 11th.”

You watched the two men share a look again before you felt the car turning into what you assumed was the direction you asked. A long moment passed again before you felt the van pulling up next to a curb, Sam telling you that you were here. You said nothing as you shifted and opened the two doors, your hands soon resting on your bike handles–

“Here.” Bucky says, holding out a small slip of paper. “This is my number.”

You carefully take it, eyes reading it over still not muttering a word. You hear him sigh, but not one of frustration, just concern.

“Look, I would appreciate it if you could text me in the morning, just to make sure you’re okay. Then after that, you can burn if you like. You’ll never have to hear or see us again. Okay?”

You swallow and nod slowly once more, tucking the number away before cautiously taking your bike out of the van. You met his gaze one last time, replying with,

“And please don’t follow me, because I will know.” You close one door, and flash a very, very small smile. “Thank you.”

You close the other one, and snag your helmet to put on. You felt the van behind you pull away into the night,  and you waited a minute or two before surveying the area. When you realize that they were actually gone, then that’s when you hopped onto your bike and rode to the place you were dreading to go.

•°•°•°•°•°

You almost broke into tears on the way over there. Almost puked into your helmet at the horrible scene waiting for you. You still prayed that this was fake. A dream. Your worst nightmare. But as you rode up to where you found John’s car parked behind Brock’s, you saw your car you lent to your friend along with a bunch of police vehicles.

Your heart sank as you saw the yellow tape hung up everywhere, with men and women in blue trying to usher the heavy crowds away. You rode your bike until you couldn’t anymore, parking it and throwing your helmet off as you started swimming into the crowd. You felt your heart beating in your ears, your mouth going dry, your emotions going into absolute overdrive. 

You jogged up right to the police tape, right up the barrier dividing you and the terrible crime scene. Your mind was still trying to deny it all, even after you found yourself locking eyes with John who looked almost as a mess as you. You tried taking a step towards him, but you felt an officer's hand against your chest, telling you to stay back.

“Hey! Let her through! She works at the tower!” John calls out. A white lie, sure. But he couldn’t exactly shout your secret ID to a lot full of superfans.

His words were all it took for you to be let through. As you ran up towards him, shaking your head, still trying to fucking deny everything.

“John… don’t tell me it’s…” You said, barely getting the words.

Please tell me I hallucinated everything. Please tell me I’m just crazy. Please tell me–

But when he shakes his head with a sorry expression, your whole world collapses.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I saw the body. It really is, Lemar.” 

"No…" You start crying just as he starts pulling you into his arms. “No, No, No, No, No, No…” He starts gently stroking your hair as you sob. “H-How… w-what…?”

You’re not sure why you even asked because you knew what happened; But maybe, just maybe, you hoped it was still hoped that the murderers you saw were someone else. You feel his chest move tightly, like he was sucking in a shaky gulp of air before speaking.

"Lemar had picked up something suspicious on the way back to the tower and decided to check it out.” John starts explaining, holding you a little tighter. “Not long after, he sent a distress beacon for one of us to pick up, but when they arrived they found his body."

You sobbed again. "They?" 

"Yeah, Brock, Agatha and Erik were in the area.”

As soon as he said that, you peaked over his shoulder just in time to see the three of your teammates stepping out of the building, wearing sorrowful expressions that made your insides ache. Those… those bastards were trying to act like they fucking care about your husband. They–

“I'm sorry. We'll find out who did this, Y/N." John promises with all his heart. A promise you know he’ll keep to his very end.

As much as you wanted to start screaming and lunge after them, you were just so emotionally drained that eventually your legs gave out…

And you passed out in John’s arms.

•°•°•°•°•°

You closed the door with the strength you had left. When you had awoken not too long ago, you were riding in the passenger seat of John’s car, and instead of breaking the ice (no matter what the circumstances were) like you always do, you just stayed silent; Your eyes so distant as you stared out the window. When you got back to the tower, you ignored everyone on your way back to your apartment. If Lemar’s death was done differently, you think you would have craved the pity and condolences everyone was giving you; But the fact that he was killed by the people you considered family, well…

You weren’t sure who you could trust anymore. You could trust John, that was for sure, but the rest of your teammates? 

Hell-fucking-no.

You weren’t even sure if you could trust the workers in the building. 

You let out a breath you didn’t know you had, and mustered up some more energy to push yourself away from the door; Standing tall yet shaky and nauseous. You bite your tongue to try to stop yourself from puking, To stop the dizzy spell. You had to take a shower. You had to wash off the muck and the nonexist blood. You could still see the blood all over your husband’s body, it’s–

You gag and cover your mouth. 

Shower. I just need to shower. You tell yourself, and take wobbly steps towards the bathroom. You desperately wanted to stay in hot water, laying against the cool tiles, laying for hours until—

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He squeezes your hand. “Listen, just in case this mission goes south, or… I-I don’t make it to dinner tonight-” Another squeeze. “Promise me that you won’t come looking for me right away.”

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You froze.

Wait…

You turn to look at your closet, still half way opened and begging you to take another look inside. Your mind flashed to the suitcase, the passports. You remember the confusing thought of why he even had those out. But now, after what you just witnessed, it was all starting to make sense.

You practically ran towards the closet.

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“Oh, Lemar, Lemar, Lemar.” Brock said, kneeling before him. “Oh, Lemar, if only you just kept your nosy ass out of our business, then none of this would have happened. Honestly. The truth is–”

He touches your husband’s face, making him wince painfully, continuing, “I never really wanted to kill anyone on my team. I really do see so much potential in all of you, it’s insane.” 

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You ripped open the empty suitcase, searching through all the pockets and zippers you can find for anything. Anything that can give you a clue on what your husband predicted.

What did you find out, Lemar? You asked the air, slamming the suitcase closed before searching through your passports.

What did you find out that made our teammates kill you? What did you find? You found nothing and sprung to your feet. From there you started tearing apart your husband’s side of the closet, making a mess all over the floor.

Give me something! You gotta give me something, honey. Please! You begged while tightening your jaw.

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His light laughs made your stomach turn in a way they’ve never done before. It made you physically ill on many levels.

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You raced around the room, opening and looking for anything that was Lemar’s, praying and praying that you’ll find something. Even if it was the smallest clue in the world, you’ll still fucking take it.

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“However…” Brock rants on, his grin starting to falter a bit. “You just had to do this. You just had to figure out how the game is really played. You had to play God. Well–” He pulls him closer. “That’s going to cost you, my friend.”

You clenched your fists, trying to keep your nerves calm as you searched for an opening to interfere.

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You empty out drawers, boxes, his side of the bed, under the mattress, the covers, Anything. But you were running out of options. You only had one thing of his left.

His laptop.

You had a small spark of hope as you turned it on.

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Brock’s grin grew again, even more sinister than before, with an unnerving proposition behind it. “But don’t worry, I’ll make sure your wife’s taken care of. I’ll make sure to be there when she needs me. I’ll hold her at your funeral, and I’ll whisper the comforting things she wants to hear. And maybe…”

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You typed in his password, the words so personal that they struck a cord but you pushed it aside, waiting for the home screen to appear.

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He licks his lips at a sudden thought. “Maybe she’ll let me in enough to take care of her. Show her what a real man is. You know?”

As your eyes shined purple for flight—

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When the screen finally loaded, you froze again.

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You watched as Brock snapped Lemar’s neck with ease.

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You slammed the laptop closed, not even thinking about the damage you may have caused to it. 

Encrypted.

The whole funking laptop was encrypted. The words on the screen, the files, and even the fucking search engine was encrypted to something you couldn’t even read. You were frustrated. Beyond frustrated. Whatever your husband had discovered was well hiddened on his screen. 

Damn it. Damn it! You metally sigh, closing your eyes and laying your forehead against the cold surface of the desk. You were pissed because you were no hacker. How the hell were you supposed to decrypt this?

Funny you think this because your brain suddenly reminds you of a certain teenage boy you met not too long ago. He was a hacker from the looks of it.

Could he…? You shake your head at such a bad idea. 

What the hell am I thinking? He works in an anti-supe team. I’m on top of their food chain. They’ll kill me if they find out who I am. 

Yet, there was still a very small percentage of your brain telling you to go for it. To give that Bucky guy a call, to set up a meeting, to tell them who you are and what really happened.

Maybe… if I tell them who Lemar is to me, they’ll take pity? But you couldn’t see into the future, you couldn’t predict the outcome. For all you know it could go completely sideways.

You groan loudly, throwing your head back, hands in your hair.

I’m sooooo fucked.

You racked your brain for some answers. Who could trust? What should be your next move? Who could you call? You go back and forth between many names, but there’s one that comes to mind many times out of all of them. And after witnessing the death of your husband, that name made your blood boil.

You pick up your phone and dial the number by heart. Your foot was tapping in rhythm with the ringing. You heard a familiar voice on the other side.

‘SHIELD International, This is Sitwell. How may I transfer your call?’

You swallow the anger you started to feel, but you felt it still simmering at the surface. You clenched your fist and said,

“Put my father on the phone.”

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"Once upon a time we used to be friends." (Pt. 4)

You (Y/N) and Harry used to be friends during the first few years of high school. Then the reality of it hit. Now it’s your senior year and at a party you both finally reconnect.

You can read Pt. 1 here!

Catch up with Pt. 2 here!

Pt. 3 out now!

Warnings

- just the usual swearing!

A/N: This one is going to be a bit of a short one! Sorry, this is kind of rushed and I’m currently half asleep writing this so hopefully I will fix it and make it a little bit more interesting soon! Enjoy! :)

~*🌸*~

"Thank you, Harry.”

It was a silent ride home between you and Harry. Niall, of course, was really the only one talking. Even Louis had decided to tag along for the ride home, sitting in the back with you. You didn’t know him as well as you knew Niall, but after today you decided that he was fairly nice as you guys talked about soccer for 5 minutes straight. Harry, however, kept his eyes on the road. He had been quite silent for the whole ride, and even Niall and Louis seemed to pick up on it, though they tried not to let it show.

“Yep,” was all Harry said. “And what time would you like to be picked up tomorrow, Y/N?”

You roll your eyes at the amount of subtle distaste and sarcasm in his voice. It was a very hard distinction to make, but you knew him well enough to know.

“6:30ish is fine,” you chirp, playing along.

You pull out your phone and set a reminder before switching to your contacts app, ready to call your dad.

“Alright. Bye.”

Before you and the boys have a chance to dismiss each other, Harry begins to drive off. Asshole, you think to yourself, even though you knew it wasn’t true. If anything, you were the asshole. With a sigh, you decide to just put your phone in your back pocket until you get into your house. You make your way up the cobblestone path leading up to your house and fumble with your keys.

“Hello?” a muffled voice suddenly says. “Y/N?”

You look around, confused. Why was the voice muffled? Where was it even coming from?

“Hel-lo?” the voice repeats. You feel a vibration coming from your back pocket. As you retrieve your phone, a wave of embarrassment floods over you: you accidentally called Harry.

“Harry?” you croak.

“Y/N?”

“I called you by accident. Sorry.”

You can hear Louis and Niall chuckle in the background, which makes you smile a bit.

“S’Alright. Just hang up.”

Your smile soon fades.

“Why can’t you?”

“Because Y/N, I’m driving—”

Right. You forgot.

“—so will you please hang up?”

“Fine.”

“Thank you,” he mutters.

You hear the clatter of a phone and come to the conclusion that he must’ve either dropped his phone or placed it down somewhere. Just as you are about to hit the big red ‘hang up’ button, Niall takes in a sharp breath.

“Well,” is all he says. “That’s tough lad.”

“Yeah, you’re telling me,” Harry chuckles deadpanly.

You should hang up. You really should.

“Jesus, the tension was so fucking thick you could cut it!” you can hear Louis exclaim.

You mute your mic. You know it’s wrong, but was it really eavesdropping? They just don’t happen to notice that they’re still in a call and there’s nothing you can do about it…

“Tommo,” Niall laughs. “I hate to break it to you, but it’s been like that for a while now. Ever since Y/N got those friends of theirs.”

“That’s one word for them,” Harry mutters. “Interesting word choice, Niall.”

You hear Louis sigh. “I don’t know. Y/N seems pretty nice. Proper lad. Not like those fucking plastics.”

“Give it time, Louis,” he replies softly. You can sense the pain in his voice, no matter how soft it is as you close the door to your room. “That’s what I thought too.”

With a sigh, phone in hand, you reach behind your vanity mirror with your free hand and pull out a photo from your junior prom. Goofy Photo-booth photos of you and Harry. When you guys were best friends. Inseparable.

“Yeah, Tommo,” Niall says. “Ever since Y/N said—”

You finally hang up, clutching the photos in your hand tighter. You don’t want to think about it. You don’t want to think about the real reason why Harry has been so hostile towards you. You place your phone down on your vanity, grab the photo of you with your friends sticking out from the mirror, and place it next to the Photo-booth photos in your hand to compare the two. In comparison, you looked… miserable with your friends in the photo. The three of them were grouped together and you were just kind of there. As if you were invading their group. You looked alienated being in front of them with a smile as the 3 of them sexily posed in the background. Then you looked at the Photo-booth photos. Silly, fun, genuine smiles from both you and Harry. No sexy poses. No alienation. Nothing. You were just best friends taking photos together because you wanted to, not because you had to as a way to stay popular or relevant. Tears start to form in your eyes. You open your Instagram and scroll through your few posts, trying to look for the other PhotoBooth photos. Then, you find it:

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You laugh to yourself about how short Harry’s hair was. What’s even worse is that you realize how much you both have changed. The only thing that’s changed about him is his hair. His kindness has stayed the same, his humor, everything. As for you… well, you finally realize at this moment that everyone is right: you did become a plastic (though you don’t want to get into it; it’s a long story, you think to yourself). Somehow, some way, you lost yourself. And your best friend. You didn’t want to think about the past; maybe you would confront it another day, or even tomorrow. As you wipe a tear from your eye, you decide you want to focus on the future. Focus on bettering yourself and fixing your relationships. You sigh as a teardrop falls onto the photo in your hand. You hate to say it, but after interacting with him these past few days, you miss Harry. You miss your best friend, and seeing him look at you in that dull way was like a punch in the gut to you. You want to fix things, and you want to fix them soon. Before college. Before life puts you on your separate courses. You want to fix things before you screw up so bad you lose Harry for good, but part of you wonders if you already did.

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(1/3) hey friend, i’ve been wanting to bring this up but haven’t totally known how to approach it… have you n puck ever considered taking down chap 21 of “10 minutes” until the next chapter is ready to be posted? i know that the fic is heavily and appropriately tagged for violence against sws, but it’s such a drag to have a great fic (imo as a former sw, it breaks a lot of stereotypes/fear-mongering/romanticization of the profession) that effectively “ends” on a scene of brutality.

(2/3) i know there’s a plan to finish the fic at some point and i don’t want this to be interpreted as pressure on y’all to change the direction of the story -violence is a real threat for many workers, not just sws, so there are stories to be told- but so often violence is connected to sw specifically, and in quite exploitative ways: murdered sw plot lines n all that. as this fic sits, one which has done so many things right in its portrayal of sw, john could be yet another dead h**ker.

(3/3) makes for a cliff hanger, sure, but also uses violence against sws as a “juicy” hook to keep folks reading. holding on to chap 21 until chap 22 is ready to be published wouldn’t change the plot/flow of the story but would get rid of this weird violent limbo that john is currently in… ahhggh not sure if any of this makes sense lol, getting my thoughts out of my adhd brain is difficult. things to ponder maybe?

hi!! thank you for the ask! first things first, JOHN IS NOT DEAD AND WILL NOT DIE, this is not that kind of a story, we wouldn't write that, he is MODERATELY BRUISED but will be FINE.

we discussed this with puck this morning, and we both understand so well where you're coming from! we talked about potentially taking chapter 21 down, but decided against it since that wouldn't be possible without losing all the comments it has so far gathered, and we'd hate to have that (they're my emotional support comments, i go and read them whenever i have a bad day and i'm Attached). however what we decided to do, is move things around a little bit in what we had originally planned for the chapter structure. the scene at the end of chp 21 exists to further the plot (sorry john, needs must) and to create tension in the story, as a plot beat. which is to build up tension that will then resolve and ykno, give us all a ton of dopamine? after this ask we decided to draw the tension from a different bit than this, and as such will resolve the scene like, next thing in chapter 22. we can also put in the author end notes of chp 21 that john will be absolutely fine (at least physically, but well, mentally he hasn't been fine for a............ w h i l e (again, sorry john)), how does that sound?

we are so very sorry that the next chapter is taking so long, we never anticipated there would be this kind of a break in our writing at this exact point in the story. i cringe even thinking about it, ending the chapter on that note and then vanishing for over a year, jesus christ i'm so sorry. we've just been both so busy that we haven't had much time to write at all, or energy to do so, and if we do have time and energy it's never at the same time. puck is currently busy with uni stuff, she's cramming in So Much Studies that i'm feeling anxious just hearing her list all that stuff, and i've been up to my neck in finishing up my studies and doing traineeships. i'm nearly done now though with my studies (woooo!) and have some free time for the next week or so, so i'm attempting to write the chapter on my own now, and then hurl it at puck for editing, which is easier than creating completely new text and she hopefully will have time for it. also she'll delight in fixing my awful sentence structures and telling me how bad my writing is, which is a plus.

i still can't promise an update soon though, because it's been over a year since we have looked at the chapter, and i first need to read back on the story a bit and then also get back to writing, which is Very Difficult if you haven't done it in a while. BUT things are now advancing at least, for the first time in a while. i really hope we don't keep you guys waiting for much longer. i think about this fic every few days and wallow in guilt, knowing people are eager to read the rest - and I'M TOO, HECK!!

lol re: adhd, i'll just quote you: "ahhggh not sure if any of this makes sense lol, getting my thoughts out of my adhd brain is difficult." i hope i'm making sense at all 😂

thank you so much for this ask! if anything, it's motivated me to take this drastic action of writing it ALONE since puck is going to be busy at least till january.

#i'd love to hear your further thoughts! #also thanks so much for the whole 'breaking stereotypes' stuff you said #which is what we've aimed for when writing this fic <3 #it means a lot especially coming from someone who's worked as a sw! #so thank you <3 #also really thanks for the ask #it cranked the old machine into spinning #into a slow spin but eh a spin still #incidentally i now have time to write but i'm also suffering from an eye infection that makes looking at a screen D i f f i c u l t #literally been like this for a year. there's ALWAYS something. ugh #anonymous #answered #ten minutes #fic comment #bless u mate <33

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X ARTICLE

Well what’s this? Kika posts videos to X and Instagram of what appear to be the real videos of Charles’ Netflix DTS clips!

We knew this was out of character for Charles and we weren’t sure whether to believe the videos but the evidence of course was there in black and white and until otherwise you always believe what you’re given.

But now new videos have emerged, we have to say this is more like the Charles we know and the quotes are as follows on the video:

“My wife is great but my kids don’t really understand it at the minute because they’re too young, Theo loves it and he’s a great support so is Fran and I can’t wait for the younger ones to get it too it’s so nice having them there”

“It depends on their moods because of jet lag, they’re still young and they can be tired and grouchy so we do the best we can to look after them, but it can impact Jess’ ability to watch and support me which I completely understand, if the kids are having a bad day and don’t wanna come I get it or if they wanna stay in soft play all race that’s fine, we always put them first”

“Definitely my desire to want to be world champion, the legacy I want to have, for my dad, my family, my wife, but my kids, I do everything for them, so they have the best life, so they can be proud of me, all I wanna do is be someone they love and look up too”

“I have 7 kids so no way, It’s fast pace on track and fast pace off it I never get a minute but I love it, this is what I wanted in my life, an amazing wife an amazing family, kids that drive us crazy but we love to the moon and back, I love my little not so little family, they’re my whole world”

This definitely is more the Charles we know and we’re so happy! We knew he would never say a bad word about his wife or kids, his admiration for them is second to none.

We just hope the couple can work it out, Charles was seen arriving to the track alone, for the first time in forever without his wife and his kids and Jess was seen arriving minutes before the race with her kids and Kika, clearly not having seen Charles since she left the event last night.

Jess surely has to have seen these videos and we hope tensions can be cut soon and the couple are back on good terms before we know it.

Comments:

@.lecgasly 🥺❤️

@.1016 Jess is gonna hold a grudge she’s that kind of person 🙄

@.piarles Charles should sue them

@.everythingleclerc reply exactly

@.leclercsletters hopefully they talk after the race

@.monacoprince he loves those kids it’s always been clear and when I heard this I knew there was more to it

@.f1clo Jess must be so happy 🥺

@.lightsout I get it’s meant to be for the drama but this is a man’s family, so wrong

@.simplylovescuderia imagine what else they’ve edited??

@.forzaferrari shame on Netflix for editing them so bad

@.leclercsbabe I knew Charles would never!

@.landosspacehopper oh thank you Jesus

@.spicy1610 Jess has to forgive him

@.pierrespanda my god I’ve never been happier

@.811016 that’s my driver 🥺

@.lecsainz I knew Charles wouldn’t say that 🥺

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#charles anon

[lesfeldickbiblestudy]

  Through the Bible with Les Feldick LESSON 3 * PART 2 * BOOK 66 BUT GOD! (Faith Plus Nothing!) – Part 2 Acts 13:30, Rom. 3:21, Rom. 4:5, Rom. 5:8 It’s good to have everybody back this afternoon. For those of you out in television, we’re still fighting a little voice problem, but hopefully we can overcome it as we go along. Again, for all of you here in the studio, we appreciate your coming in. We’re going to turn right now to Romans chapter 3 verse 21. This is the "But Now" that we’re going to look at for the next few moments. Romans chapter 3 verse 21, but like we’ve been doing all the way along, we want to go to what goes before, why the flip-side. So, let’s jump up to verse 19. As our program has been unfolding, I trust you realize that we dealt with Jesus and the Twelve, and then we dealt in the early parts of Acts with Peter, and then in our last program, we were up to Paul addressing the Jews in Galatia. But now we’re going to come to Paul’s doctrinal epistles. When I say doctrinal, I always say that the Book of Acts is not doctrinal so much as historical. But this Book of Romans is in a doctrinal area of Paul’s writing. Romans 3:19 "Now we know (beyond a shadow of a doubt) that what things soever the law saith, it saith to them who are under the law:…" Now, I trust everybody that’s heard me teach very long knows there is only one group of people who were under the Law. And who was it? Israel, the Jew. For a good indication of that, turn with me to Luke 17, which of course, is still back in Christ’s earthly ministry. Luke 17 and as I have stressed over and over and over, everything Jesus said and taught and did was under the Law. Never, ever did Jesus tell anybody, "You’re not under the Law." Here’s a good example. Here we have the ten lepers. Luke 17:13-14 "And they lifted up their voices, and said, Jesus, Master, have mercy on us. 14. And when he saw them, he said unto them, Go show yourselves to the priests. (What priests? Well, down there at the Temple. The priests of the Law) and it came to pass, that, as they went, they were cleansed." Come back with me to Matthew 19, because this seems to be a concept that is so hard for most of Christendom to accept, that Jesus ministered under the Law. As soon as we get to the Apostle Paul, that’s the first thing we hear – you’re not under the Law, you’re under grace. Until you understand the separating of these two formats, you’re in trouble. All right, Matthew 19 and we have the story of the rich young ruler beginning in verse 16. Matthew 19:16-17 "And, behold, one came and said unto him, Good Master, what good thing shall I do, that I may have eternal life? 17. And he (Jesus) said unto him, Why callest thou me good? there is none good but one, that is, God: but if thou wilt enter into life, (That is eternal life.) keep (What?) the commandments." What are the commandments? The Law! Everything was according to the Law. All right, now let’s come quickly back to Romans chapter 3 verse 19, again. So, Paul agrees with that. Romans 3:19 "Now we know that whatsoever the things the law saith, it saith to them who are under the law: (That would be the nation of Israel, the Jew. But the law is not only eternal; it’s universal, because it’s between God and the whole human race. So, the next portion of the verse gives that proof of it.) that every mouth may be stopped, and all the world may become (What?) guilty before God." Now you see, even in our enlightened age, how many in Christendom, all across denominations, have got the notion that if you can just keep the commandments and live a good life, you’ll make it? That’s terrible, because the Law has no life in it whatsoever. Paul called it "a ministration of death," but we can’t get that out of people’s heads, because under Israel’s time of God dealing, yes, the Law was the instrument of faith and for them to keep. But now that the Law has been crucified, it’s no longer the case. We’ll look at that in just a minute. But for now, Israel

under the Law, as well as all the rest of the human race, are guilty by virtue of what the Law says, and now verse 20. Romans 3:20 "Therefore, by the deeds (or the keeping) of the law (the keeping of the commandments) there shall no flesh be justified in his sight: (Not even in Israel. Nobody. Nobody can become justified by keeping the commandments. Why? Here it comes.) for by the law is the knowledge of sin." Not life. Sin. Not righteousness. Sin. All right, scoot across the page, I guess a little more than that, to chapter 7. Romans chapter 7 because we’ve got to get the reason that Paul comes down here in verse 21 with a ‘But Now.’ In Romans chapter 7 he’s going to say much the same as he said up there earlier in chapter 3. Romans 7:4-5a "Wherefore, my brethren, ye also are become dead to the law by the body of Christ; that ye should be married (or brought into a union) to another, even to him who is raised from the dead (There’s your resurrection power again.) that we (as believers) should bring forth fruit unto God. 5. For when we were in the flesh, (When we were in our unsaved state.) the motions (or the acts) of sins, which were by the law,…" In other words, all the things which the Law identified were acts of sins. Adultery, coveting, gossiping, profanity, idolatry, all those things that the Law forbids were things that the average individual did as they came naturally. Romans 7:5b "For when we were in the flesh, the motions (acts) of sins, which were by the law, did work in our members (that is in our flesh, in this body of flesh) to bring forth fruit unto death." Not just physical death, but spiritual death. Romans 7:6 "But now we are delivered from the law, that being dead wherein we were held; that we should serve in newness of spirit, and not in the oldness of the letter." or the Law. All right, now before we establish anything else, let’s see why we are dead to the Law and the Law is dead to us. Colossians chapter 2 and I think I used this Saturday in our all day seminar. I made the statement that I love this verse! I love it because it says it all! Verse 14, you’ve got to see it with your own eyes. Colossians 2:14a "Blotting out the handwriting of ordinances that was against us,…" Why were they against us? Because whenever you did something naturally, you broke the Law. It’s just natural. Now, I don’t like to get into politics, but once in a while it’s appropriate. Way back in the beginning of our republic, it was understood that a democracy couldn’t function without biblical morality. Now, that’s not Republican or Democrat, I’m not getting political that way. But the picture of an operating democracy is that it has to have a moral basis. Now just think about that for a minute. Because if there is no morality, then democracy is just going to implode. And of course, I think we’re seeing it happen. All right, so the same way with the Law of Moses and all the attendant rules and regulations. They worked against human morality, which was down, down, down. There’s an old song, and I’ve referred to it over and over on the program over the years called "Doing What Comes Naturally." And when we do what comes naturally, it’s not God’s direction. It’s Satan’s. So, when the Law came in and specifically said, "Thou Shalt Not…," what it did to the human race, or to the Nation of Israel? It was against them. They were constantly buffered into it. All right, so read it again. Colossians 2:14 "Blotting the handwriting of ordinances that was against us, which was contrary to us, (That is, the Law and all of its ramifications.) and (our Lord) took it out of the way, (What did He do with it?) nailing it to his cross;" Now, what a beautiful picture. Just picture those commandments nailed to His cross. Why? They’re dead. They have no more power over us. They have no more power over the believer, because we’re dead to it, and it’s dead to us. Now, for the unbelieving world, yes, the Law still condemns, don’t get me wrong. The Law is

still condemning lost people every day of their life, because they’re doing opposite of what the Law says. But as an instrument of salvation, no, it has no redeeming value whatsoever. Now then, from Romans chapter 7, where we just were, I always like to use II Corinthians chapter 3 before we go back, and we’ve used these before. I know that we repeat. In fact, I had a letter again yesterday that said, "Les, repeat, repeat, repeat." Well, the Scripture does. The Scripture will sometime repeat two or three things in two verses. Why? It’s the only way we get it! So, bear with me. II Corinthians 3:5-6a "Not that we are sufficient of ourselves to think anything as of ourselves; (In other words, there is no good thing in us, Paul says. I can do nothing outside of the power of Christ.) but our sufficiency is of God; 6. Who (speaking of God) also hath made us able ministers of the new testament; (or this new agreement between God and man) not of the letter, (Now remember how we used it in Romans 7. Letter is another word for the Law, so it’s--) not of the law, but of the spirit:…" In other words, as we’ve already seen in the last program, when the Holy Spirit raised Christ from the dead, that same power raised us out of the deadness to sin and Satan’s slave market, and then indwells us to empower us in our daily life. Otherwise, we could never live it. We couldn’t possibly live the Christian life without the power of the Holy Spirit, so that supersedes the Law, because the Law has been crucified. It’s dead. All right, now if you think I’m kidding you, I think we used this maybe in the last program, or the last taping. II Corinthians 3:6b-7a "…for the letter killeth, (It doesn’t give life, it gives death.) but the spirit giveth life. (Now look at verse 7) But if the ministration of death, written and engraven in stones,…" Now just think a minute. In all of human history there’s only one thing I know of that was given to mankind written in stone. What was it? It was the Ten Commandments. That’s what he’s talking about. They’re a ministration of death. They can’t give life, because when the Law is laid down and as soon as it’s broken, it’s sin. And sin alienates. Sin is synonymous with death. See how it all fits. II Corinthians 3:7-8 "But if the ministration of death, written and engraven in stones, was glorious, (In Israel’s history, of course it was.) so that the children of Israel could not steadfastly behold the face of Moses for the glory of his countenance; (In other words, when he came down from the mountain.) which glory was to be done away: 8. How shall not the ministration of the spirit (now) be rather (more) glorious." So, if the Law could make the face of Moses shine, then the Spirit should be able to illuminate even you and I as believers. All right, come back to Romans chapter 3. Reading verse 20 again, because you can’t read this often enough. Over and over, because we are, even in all of Christendom, inundated with this idea that you can keep the commandments and live a good life and God will let you in. It will never happen, because that’s not the purpose of the Law today. The purpose of the Law is to condemn. All right, verse 20: Romans 3:20 "Therefore, by the deeds of the law shall no flesh be justified in his sight:" (Nobody and why?) for by the law is the knowledge of sin." Not life! Sin. And I’ve already said that sin and death are synonymous, so that’s all the Law can do. Now we come down to verse 21 and the "But Now." What’s the flip-side of all this? That, yes, that’s the way it was. The Law was for Israel. The Law was that part that brought them into a relationship with Jehovah God. But that was nailed to the cross, and now on this side of the cross---. How many times have you heard me say that? On this side of the cross it’s a whole new ball game. It’s a whole new leaf, because the cross made the difference. All right, how? Romans 3:21 "But now the righteousness of God without the law is manifested, (It’s spotlighted.

) being witnessed by the law and the prophets;" Now goodness, what does that mean? Well again look at the big picture. Go all the way back to the giving of the Law. Does it ever drop out of sight for those 1500 years? No, the Law was part and parcel of Israel’s life. The prophets writing under the Law, they too were in complete agreement with everything that the Mosaic Law was teaching Israel to prepare them for the coming of their Messiah. That’s why the Law was given, to prepare them morally and spiritually for this great prophetic day that was coming – the appearance of their Messiah. But unfortunately it didn’t do what God intended it to do, and Israel still was ignorant and blind of who He was. But, nevertheless, all that this verse means is that this doctrine of grace and salvation by faith alone does not just come out of the woodwork. It comes as an unfolding of all that went before. We’ve studied the Law and the prophets, Christ’s earthly ministry and the rejection of it, and, I always call it that "fork in the road," when they stoned Stephen. That’s when Israel said, "We’ll not have this man to rule over us."Now God takes off on this fork in the road. Israel goes down into the dispersion. They whole Jewish economy falls apart. Now, we come to this glorious other part of God’s program - Paul’s Gospel of Grace. Romans 3:22a "Even the righteousness of God which is by faith (or through the faith) of Jesus Christ…" Now when Paul speaks of faith in Christ, he’s not talking about just His Messiahship, or His Deity. He’s talking about His whole fulfilling the Gospel. His death, burial and resurrection. Romans 3:22a "Even the righteousness of God which is by the faith of Jesus Christ…" Now, here’s one of these verses. It doesn’t say "plus nothing." But there’s nothing there. If you go back to your elementary arithmetic, when you’ve got a one-digit number plus zero what’s the answer? Three plus zero is? Three. Five plus zero is? Five. All right, the Gospel plus zero is? The Gospel. Now, I can’t make it any plainer than that. Romans 3:22b "…unto all and upon all them that (What?) believe: (Plus nothing! It’s believing. It’s faith.) for there is no difference:" Now, between Jew and Gentile. All right, we can just keep on going in this series of verses. Romans 3:23 "For all have sinned, (Every human being stands in need of God’s saving grace.) and (they’ve all) come short of the glory of God;" But now, after that generalized conviction of the whole human race, comes the great generalized promises. That just as sure as the whole human race is under condemnation, the whole human race now has an opportunity for salvation. No one is left out. No one. Not the poorest of the poor. Not the richest of the rich. No one is left out. Why? Verse 24: Romans 3:24a "Being justified freely by his grace through the redemption (or the process of buying us back) that is in Christ Jesus: 25. (Speaking of Christ) Whom God hath set forth to be a propitiation…" Christ is everything that needs to be done. Now, I don’t know whether theologians would agree with me or not, but this is the best way I can explain propitiation. You remember when Israel had the tabernacle out there in the wilderness? Out at the front gate was the brazen altar, the place of sacrifice of the animals and the shed blood. Then came the laver of cleansing, where they washed, between the altar and the sanctuary. Then they’d go into the sanctuary wherein were all the various furnishings – the lamp stand, the table of shewbread, the altar of incense, the curtain, and then behind the curtain the Ark of the Covenant with the mercy seat. Put all that together and that’s all a picture of Jesus Christ and His saving role. That’s propitiation. He’s everything! He’s the altar. He’s the sacrifice. He’s the laver of cleansing. He is the cleansing. He’s the lamp stand. He’s the light. He’s everything that made up the tabernacle. That’s propitiation. Romans 3:24b "…to be a propitiation through faith in his blood,… (We can never set the blood aside.

Along with that…) to declare His righteousness for the remission of sins that are past, through the forbearance (or the mercy and the grace) of God;" Now, here it comes, and this will finish this half-hour. Romans 3:26a "To declare, I say, at this time his righteousness: (Not Paul’s. Not Abraham’s. Not anybody else’s. But Christ’s. God’s righteousness.) that he might be just, (No corruption in that word. There’s no bribery in that word. There are no cutting corners in that word. He is totally just and fair, and what does He do?) and the justifier of him who (Here comes another one of my verses.) believeth in Jesus." Plus nothing! See how plain all these verses are? Now, if it took something besides believing, there are two places right here where it would have to be. Now you see, most people still hang onto Peter’s message of Acts 2:38 "Repent and be baptized." Is it in here? Go back to verse 22, "And upon all them that believe" and repent and are baptized? No, it doesn’t say that, but "To those that believe." Well, the same way in this verse here. Just read it. That’s what people are trying to say. Romans 3:26 - "To declare, I say, at this time his righteousness: that he might be just, and the justifier of him who believeth…" and repents and is baptized. It doesn’t say that. Again, I’ll come back to my simple illustration. It’s three plus nothing is three. That’s all. It’s to that person who believes in Jesus. Now, we always have to remember that when Paul speaks of Jesus, he’s speaking of --- I think we’ve got time. Flip over quickly to I Corinthians chapter 1. Whenever Paul uses the name Jesus or Jesus Christ, just because he doesn’t delineate the death, burial, and resurrection doesn’t mean that’s not what he’s thinking about. In verse 17, Paul says, "For Christ sent me not to baptize,…" Verse 18. I Corinthians 1:18 "For the preaching of the cross is to them that perish foolishness; but unto us who are saved, it is the power of God." Well, we’ve already been covering it. What all was involved in the preaching of the cross? Who He was. He was the Son of God. He was God Himself, the Creator. And what did He do? He died the death of the cross. His blood was shed. He was in the tomb three days and three nights. And then what? He arose from the dead, in power and majesty and glory, ready now to impart that same eternal life to anyone who would simply believe it. That’s the preaching of the cross, and there is no other way. There is no other preaching that can bring persons into knowledge of salvation. Even though most of the world rejects it. We still have to believe it.

[spencestyles]

Instagram Girl (pt 2)

summary: you meet spencer’s team after finding out they’ve seen your instagram

pairing: spencer reid x reader

warnings: none

words: 1k+

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y/u/n

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you can't tell but our shoes are matching

comments

drreid: I told you to caption it "Matchy, matchy" but whatever, we're still cute.

penelope_meow: THIS IS SO CUTE I SHIP

y/u/n: @penelope _meow you must be one of Spencer's work friends, the technical analyst

"Spencer did your work friends find out about us?" you asked.

“They did, I guess our technical analyst-“

“Penelope,” you cut him off.

"Yes, Penelope, she saw that I commented on your picture, which I almost never do, and she looked at the post and then stalked your account," Spencer explained.

"Can I meet them now?" you asked, knowing yes would be your answer. Spencer never said no to you.

"There is a dinner at Rossi's tonight," Spencer said. "I was going to ditch it, but if you want to meet the team I can tell Dave we're coming."

"Yes we are going," you said. "I need to shower, I'll be out in like ten minutes."

In the BAU groupchat

y/n and I are coming to dinner tonight

Penelope: OMG FINALLY

Dave: Good! I made extra pasta!

Jennifer: I can't wait to meet her!

You walked out of the shower and saw Spencer smiling at his phone, "What are you smiling at?"

"My friends are excited to meet you," Spencer said.

"I'm feeling anxious," you said honestly. "What should I wear?"

"Wear that new black dress you got," Spencer said.

"Are you sure you want me to wear that?" You asked honestly. "I mean it is pretty scandalous for me to just be meeting your team."

"Derek has been making fun of me for being a virgin for years" Spencer explained. "I want them to know I have a sexy girlfriend that I sleep with nightly." You laughed and walked into your shared bedroom and changed. You walked out ready to leave.

"Spence, we should leave now," you said.

"Wow," Spencer began. "Maybe, you should change."

"Spencer Walter, I am not changing" you said. "I knew this was going to happen, I am not changing. Don't make a fool out of yourself. We are leaving." You were freaking out. You had never met Spencer's team and you knew they were going to be critical. They were his best friends.

You stepped out of Spencer car and looked at David's house, well mansion, "Wow."

"Just wait until you see whats on the inside," Spencer laughed. You walked up to the front of the house shaking. You were so nervous and Spencer also made you late. Spencer knocked on the door and you heard the noise from inside the house stop and people walking to the door. The door opened and six familiar people stood smiling at the door.

"Hello," Spencer said. "Team this is my girlfriend, y/n this is my team."

"Hi," you said softly as David took you inside.

"Can you guys not be so awkward, try not to scare her off. Jesus Christ," Spencer whisper-yelled at the team.

"Sorry Pretty Boy, but we are just excited to see Spencer's hot new girlfriend," Derek said.

"Don't call my girlfriend hot," Spencer said. "I know she is." Smirking, Spencer walked away to his girlfriend who was talking to Aaron and David.

"So y/n, Spencer told us you are a teacher," Aaron said.

"Yeah I'm an English teacher, I have a Phd in Literature," you responded.

"Spencer never told us you had a Phd," David said.

"I don't talk to many people about it, especially since I'm a high school English 9 teacher," you said quietly.

"Well, y/n, I have a seven year old, and he is not the best reader," Aaron began. "Maybe you could help him out."

"I would love to, but don't be too worried if he's not a strong reader, all kids read at different paces," you said feeling Spencer's arm around your waist. "Not everyone is Spencer Reid. I couldn't even read properly until I was nine, all the words were jumbled because I was so stressed about reading properly."

"Well lets eat," David said. "The pasta is going to get cold." You all walked over to the table sitting down. You sat between David and Spencer.

"So y/n," JJ began passing around a salad bowl. "How did you and Spencer meet?"

"Well we were guest lecturing at the same class," The team looked at you strangely. "Because of my background in literature, I helped sex crimes with a case that had to do with poetry." They nodded in understanding. "So we were lecturing and after the class we were talking because Spencer made this super silly joke about Romeo and Juliet, which thinking about it was a very strange dark humor. But I found it funny so I asked him to coffee and basically we talked about books and why a high school English teacher was helping the FBI." The team smiled.

"I'm glad he met you y/n," Derek said. "I haven't seen Pretty Boy this happy in a long time."

"Pretty boy?" you asked.

"It's a nickname I made up for him when he first joined the team," Derek said as the team snickered.

"So that must be why Spencer got super weirded out when I started calling him that," you said.

"No way, pretty girl calls pretty boy, pretty boy?" Penelope asked.

"Yes and no," you explained. "Now it is mainly a joke, but I do say it because it is very true." The team laughed while Spencer blushed profusely.

y/u/n

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finally got to meet spencer's work friends

comments

drreid: They love you almost as much as I do.

penelope_meow: YOU ARE AMAZING.

jenniferjareau: We need to have a girls night! SOON!

drreid

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pretty girl

comments

y/u/n: I love you

derek1118morgan: she almost may be prettier than you pretty boy

emily_prentiss: if you two ever end things let me know @y/u/n

y/u/n

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note to self: always let Jennifer Jareau pick out your outfits for brunch with the girls

comments

jenniferjareau: this fit >>>>

drreid: You look amazing as always

rossidave: Your Italian is showing

y/u/n

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spence finally got the guts

comments

drreid: Can't wait to spend forever and a day with you

aaronhotchnerBAU: Congratulations y/n, Jack and I are excited for you both

penelope_meow: You need to tell me all about it sunshine

jenniferjareau: Me too!

emily_prentiss: Me three!

y/u/n: Girls night tonight?

derek1118morgan: Congrats y/n, glad you said yes because I was hyping Spencer up all week

rossidave: Congratulations y/n, talk to me if you need help with planning the wedding. My back yard is a great and free space.

y/u/n

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this is the only photo from the bachlorette party that we have a decent amount of clothes on

comments

emily_prentiss: BEST NIGHT EVER

jenniferjareau: Never let me drink that much again

penelope_meow: I NEED to see those other pictures

derek1118morgan: So do I baby girl

drried: No you don't Derek

drreid: Hopefully it was your best last night out as a y/l/n

y/nreid

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happy

comments:

drreid: I love you

drreid: You looked absolutely beautiful today

#spencer reid #criminal minds one shot #criminal minds oneshot #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid one shot #spencer reid x reader #arron hotchner #dad!spencer reid #spencer reid head cannon #spencer reid social media #social media #social media au

[toastedkiwi]

Professor

Summary: newly transferred to your husband’s school, you’ve already made some friends. However, they don’t know that you’re married to the hot professor.

Pairing: Professor!Bucky Barnes x Student!Reader, Wife!Reader

You had transferred to your husband’s university that he works at a couple weeks ago. You even managed to get into one of his advanced classes. He’s pretty proud of you and he loves seeing you sitting next to this redhead whose become one of your friends. You aren’t the greatest at making friends and he’s very happy that you found someone other than his friends. His are complete maniacs and you’re the youngest in the group. You had just turned 21 and Bucky’s 30. His friends are all around the same age or older.

You met Bucky when you were just 19. Your ex best friend dragged you to a club you didn’t want to go to and weren’t legally allowed in. She made you wear a tight dress and heels. She straight up left you at the club after ten minutes of meeting a guy and insulting you. This guy grabbed your ass which made things worse. He tried taking you home but this blue eyed man swooped in while his buddy Sam just flirts so hard with the guy while Maria, his now wife, watches from a foot away.

“There’s a party tonight,” Natasha said as the two of you sit down. “Wanna come?”

“Can’t. Got a hot date tonight,” you said knowing that Bucky overheard you as he starts writing on the white board.

“With who?” She asked.

“This guy named Luka. He’s really sweet,” you said.

Bucky smirks knowing you and him are going to have a fun time picking up after the 6 month old tonight. You and him have planned to have a nice movie night in with Luka and Alpine the cat. He honestly cannot wait. It’s the highlight of his week and he always looks forward to it.

“Does he go here?” Natasha asked.

“No, he’s actually a New York firefighter,” you said since the six month old loves the plastic helmet that his Uncle Sam got him.

“Damn, what are you even doing here when you could be with the firefighter right now?!” Wanda asked from a row behind.

“I sadly cannot fail this class,” you said.

“If only Professor Barnes—,” Natasha said glaring daggers at the back of your husband’s head.

“Glaring at me won’t change the F you got your freshmen year, Ms. Romanoff,” Bucky said loud enough for everyone in the lecture room.

“You could’ve given me a C!” Natasha sassed back.

He spins around and said pointing at her, “you didn’t show up to class. Don’t be a bad influence on the transfer student.”

Natasha scoffs crossing her arms over her chest while you giggled. Bucky obviously flashed a smile at you and you grinned wider. The two redheads quickly noticed at how fast he favors you. Bucky easily starts class as the last student sits down.

~~

“You should be careful. Professor Barnes is married,” Wanda said as you, her, and Natasha walk through the campus courtyard.

“I know,” you said and you can’t help but smile.

“Don’t even try with that DEMON of a human being,” Natasha warned. “He’s absolutely terrible.”

“You’re just mad that you have to retake this class,” Wanda said. “Also, Y/n has a hot firefighter boyfriend.”

“I’m pretty sure Professor Barnes is not that bad,” you said.

“Awww, you’re so innocent,” Natasha mocked.

You rolled your eyes thinking if she only knew. You haven’t said anything about being married to the professor to anyone except the university’s dean of students. You just want a pretty normal college life besides the fact that you’re married and have a kid with a man nine years older than you.

“Ignore her,” Wanda said. “But we’ll see ya next class.”

“Bye,” you said splitting from the two.

You head straight to the parking lot where Bucky parks his precious Audi Rs7. You try opening the passenger door but you forgot to get the keys from your husband. He usually gives you them as you make sure to be the last to leave and so he can kiss you without watchful eyes but Nat and Wanda got you to leave before you got the car keys.

Twenty minutes later, your husband comes with the keys spinning on his finger and his briefcase. He gives you a cheeky smile.

“You can drive, dollface,” Bucky said tossing you the keys.

You catch them and unlock the car. You go to the trunk with Bucky. You open it up. You put in your backpack and he puts in his briefcase. He gives you a quick kiss on the lips.

“Oh, I called the jewelers before my first class,” Bucky said as you both went to your separate sides.

“What did they say?” You asked.

“Your ring will be done tomorrow and we can pick it up,” he said with a smile.

You grinned and got into the car. Bucky slides in and closes his door. You close yours and adjust your seat. You both buckle in. You start the car.

“I liked how you used our son as your excuse to not go to a frat party,” he said.

“He’s a great excuse. I would’ve said you but I don’t know how Nat would react to me being married to the professor she hates most,” you said backing out of the parking space.

Bucky chuckles pulling out his phone and said, “she’ll get over it.”

“I don’t know about that, James,” you said biting your lower lip.

“Don’t worry, babydoll. She’s a pain in my ass but she’ll stick around you,” Bucky said as you drive off. “Wanda will too. If not, you’re stuck with me and the boys.”

“Oh Jesus,” you said.

~~~next week

You carry Luka into the lecture room and you’re the first one in besides Bucky. Luka is not feeling too great and you couldn’t leave him at the daycare. Bucky left in an Uber before you due to two of his classes starting before your two of the day. Luckily, you got Bucky’s class first and know that he’ll let his little man into the class without hesitation. It’s quite a perk to be married to your professor.

“Hey..,” Bucky said and he’s immediately concerned seeing Luka in your arms.

“They wouldn’t let him into daycare,” you said softly. “He’s got a cold.”

Bucky takes his whimpering boy out of your arms holding him against his chest. He rubs his back.

“Why don’t you sit up in front today with my little man?” Bucky suggested. “You’d be closer to the door.”

“That was my plan,” you said quietly. “Are you staying longer today?”

“Nah, I don’t need to but I can take Bubba back to my office until you finish up your class with Banner,” Bucky said. “So that we can all go home together.”

“Fine by me. I brought extra clothes and tons of diapers in case as well as formula,” you said.

“Alright, I’ll let you go sit down with Lu,” Bucky said.

He tries giving you Luka back but he just cries. Bucky holds him back against his chest. He cooed at his little one.

“I brought the carrier,” you said smirking.

“You better pull it out, darling,” he said.

Soon enough, Luka is strapped to Bucky’s chest, you got your kiss from your husband, and you’ve planted yourself at the end of the first row. You’ve pulled out your notebook and pens, highlighters, and mechanical pencils. You took out your phone and get a picture of Bucky with Luka. Your backpack along with the diaper bag is under table.

Classmates start coming in. Wanda and Natasha stroll in as well.

“Who’s baby did you steal?” Natasha asked as Bucky is writing on the board.

“First of all, that’s kidnapping and I have better morals than that,” Bucky said looking at the two redheads. “Secondly, why steal a baby when I can make my own with my wife?”

“Oh my god, disgusting!” Natasha said racing up the stairs in the middle to her regular spot.

You laughed along with others in the room. Wanda goes up the set of stairs nearest the door and slides into the swivel chair next to you.

“That’s sparkly,” Wanda said pointing to the ring on your ring finger.

“I know,” you said grinning.

“When’s the big day?” She asked.

“Why are you sitting over there?!” Natasha asked.

“It’s near the nearest exit,” you said.

Natasha groans and picks her stuff back up. She heads over to the two of you and sits next to Wanda.

“So, When is the big day?” Wanda asked.

“Already? You’re so young and innocent,” Natasha said.

“Ladies,” Bucky said sarcastically. “I’d like to start my class unless you have more pressing matters.”

“Sorry, Professor,” you said and he gives you smile.

“Alright, I have a special guest with me, my son Luka. He’s just six months old if you’re curious and no, I didn’t steal him,” Bucky said to the class. “Hopefully, we’ll get through the lesson with little to no disturbances from him.”

Natasha and Wanda turned to you immediately as your husband proceeds with the lesson. You ignore their looks even though you find it quite amusing.

Once the class gets dismissed, you take your time packing up. Wanda and Natasha sit and turn to you. Bucky comes over without hesitation. There’s no point in hiding it any longer.

“Do you have the diaper bag?” Bucky asked. “Luka took a shit and I’m scared it’s the explosive one.”

“Yeah, I got it,” you said standing up putting your backpack on and grabbing the diaper bag.

“Seriously? This whole time?” Natasha asked.

Bucky takes the diaper bag and said, “yeah.”

He gives you a quick kiss before heading off.

“Wow,” Wanda said.

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[forever-rogue]

I got a whole 4 hours of sleep today and have to pull a 12 hour shift. So I apologize if it doesn’t make sense, I am new to the Bucky fandom!

I like the idea of his grumpy, refusing to let anyone in, be slowly ground down by reader, but teeters back and forth until reader is in some sort of trouble. Then the flood gates of vulnerability open because he was worried about them. I mean he hasn’t been with anyone since the 40s right? Would he still know how to navigate caring about someone in that way? I don’t know. It was something that has been buzzing around in my head for a week.

Pairing: Bucky x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: langauge, vague description of sex (minors dni!)

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You’d started out as neighbors - nothing more and nothing less. 

Neighbors turned into causal acquaintances, fueled by your constant baking and copious amounts of goodies. Casual acquaintances turned into friends that would spend an occasional evening watching television together. Friends quickly turned into best friends that became utterly inseparable....with the occasional hook-up. You were hesitant to call it friends with benefits because that just sounded so crass. It was more like best friends with the occasional stress relief.

Stress relief. Sure that worked.

None that you wouldn’t have minded more of course. But you weren’t about to make a move on James Buchanan Barnes and ask him out on a date. No, you knew your place and his. He was physically akin to a god, mixed in with a bit of fuck boy, and yet...you loved him. You’d fallen hard and fast for the man that had gone from a mere stranger to a welcome and comfortable part of your life. But you’d never tell him that. 

No, nope, hell no. Bucky surely didn’t reciprocate your feelings and you’d never been the type to make a move first. 

Besides that...Bucky didn’t exactly strike you as a relationship type of guy. You’d seen him here and there with a girl or two, but it wasn’t anything serious. And since the two of you had started hooking up, you’d never noticed anyone else. And you hadn’t been with anyone else either. It was akin to a non-exclusive exclusive not-really-a-relationship relationship. Neither of you pushed it any further - you both accepted dates here and there but they never amounted to anything. Wonder why?

Unbeknownst to you, it wasn’t that Bucky didn’t want a relationship - he did. He did very much with you. But he just...there was something about being a one hundred and six year-old man that just left him confused and worried. He hadn’t exactly had the opportunity to date much and now that he had the time it reminded him of just how different things were. Dating was this weird confused jumble, but you were a clear and obvious bright spot. He had his doubts that you’d ever want anything more from him. He knew what he was - a mostly stable old man with a body that people seemed to enjoy. He made the most of that - it didn’t seem like people were interested in getting to know him much these days. 

But you did - you always did. And, gods, he’d fallen hard for you - the kind of love that makes your stomach churn and heart feel like bursting and steals your breath away no matter how long it’s been. But what the fuck would you want with him? He’s a fossil with a boatload of mental trauma and even more sass and attitude.

You deserved the world and he only had himself to give. Of course, he was enough - way more than enough - but he didn't believe that. 

There had been numerous occasions when you'd tried to be honest, to confess your true feelings, but you'd always managed to fall short. Every time you got close, something came up. And after the last girl you'd seen him with, you vowed to take your secret to the grave. 

You had come close though - so close - especially the last time you'd hooked up.

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You were under Bucky, both of you naked and panting as you quickly approached your highs. He was buried deep inside you, head dropped to the juncture of your neck and shoulder, nipping and biting at the delicate skin. 

Your legs were wrapped around his waist in order to hold him close. One of your hands was laced together with his while the other was wrapped around his neck. There was something so perfectly harmonious about how you always were together. 

His name fell from your lips like a prayer, James, James, James as he kept going. It was the only time you called him anything but Bucky. As your vision had grown hazy and you felt that familiar warm start to blood your veins, you’d let your true feelings slip. It was so easy, so effortless and in the moment it just...happened.

I love you. 

The declaration hung in the air as you felt your walls clamp around him and he reached his own eyes. That’s when you’d realized what you’d done. This time it was an entirely different sensation radiating throughout your bones - terror. Utter terror.

But if Bucky had heard your three little words he made no mention of them. Relief washed over you as you came to the conclusion that he was just as wrapped up in his own blissful haze that he simply hadn’t heard you. You were safe this time - but you’d have to be extra cautious from here on out.

Oh, but Bucky had heard you. Loudly and clearly. He chose to ignore your words because he was positive that he hadn’t heard you incorrectly. Surely you hadn’t meant to say that - and more importantly, it was a mistake. As much as he loved hearing those words from your pretty lips, he knew it was either an accident or a figment of his imagination. 

You both pretended that nothing had happened. 

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Bucky rolled his eyes lightly as he watched his phone light up with a call from Sam. He was half tempted to ignore it but decided to answer anyway; he was bored and the call might lead to something to do. You’d normally be hanging out with him on a Friday night, but his calls and texts had gone unanswered.

“Hey man,” Bucky picked up the call and walked into the kitchen to grab a beer, “what’s up?”

“You need to get to the hospital,” Sam was speaking so quickly that it all came out in a single slew of words as Bucky’s brows knitted together.

“I know I don’t have a lot going on this Friday night, but I think I’m okay,” he snorted as he opened the bottle and took a swig.

“No, no, no,” Sam interrupted by almost whispering your name, “there’s been an accident. She was hurt and taken to the ER. I was on the phone with her when it happened - just come. Now.”

Bucky didn’t even wait for Sam to finish before he dropped the beer and ran out the door. His whole body felt like it was growing numb and the only thing on his mind was you. You couldn't be hurt...you just couldn’t. Bucky couldn’t imagine any sort of reality in which you weren’t there. 

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As soon as he ran into the hospital, seeking out the emergency room, he was asking about you. He looked probably just as crazy as he felt as he was nervously directed to your room. He almost jogged down the hall and into your small space. Sam stood at the end of your bed, looking down at you with a concerned expression.

“What the hell happened?” Bucky could barely bring himself to look at you as you laid on the small bed, looking so helpless and fragile. You were sleeping, sedated from lots of heavy drugs, but hooked up to several beeping machines. Your arm was in a cast already, bruises and contusions and cuts littered every bit of your skin that he could see. His heart plummeted into his stomach. 

“She was crossing the street and got hit by a car that didn’t slow down enough in time,” Sam’s heavy was heavy as he rubbed at his tired, “I heard it all happen, Buck. It was terrible - but she’s strong. She’s going to be okay. No internal damage, luckily, but she’s going to be in a lot of pain for a while. The arm’s broken.”

“Jesus,” Bucky sighed as Sam nodded.

“I called her parents and they’ll be here soon. She’s just sleeping but hopefully will wake up soon.”

“Okay,” Bucky took a hesitant step closer.

“She asked for you,” Sam hadn’t been sure if he should have confessed that little part or not, “when they were bringing her in. Kept repeating your name. You should just tell her, you know. She’s obvious she feels the same. Don’t be idiots.”

“Thanks,” Bucky rolled his eyes dramatically as the two men shared a quick laugh before Sam hugged him, “I’ll stay here if you want to go. You’ve done a lot already. Thank you for calling me.”

“I got you man,” Sam gave him a half smile, “call me if you need anything at all...or if anything happens.”

“Goodbye.”

As soon as his friend left, Bucky came over to you, his fingers grazing the side of the small, horrid looking bed. He was going to help you however you needed it for however long it would take till you were better and out of pain. If he had the choice, he wouldn’t ever leave your side again.

This whole time he’d been so dumb, so silly. He should have just told you how he left - a long time ago and gotten over himself. A heavy sigh escaped him as you pulled up the uncomfortable plastic chair and took a seat next to you.

He gently, ever so delicately reached for the hand that was in the cast and held it in his. It almost made him laugh with how much smaller your hand was than his. They fit perfectly together.

He watched the steady rise and fall of your chest as you slept, wondering when you’d wake up. He hoped soon - so he could finally tell you all of those unspoken words. 

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“James?” a croaky, dry voice met his ears as his tired eyes snapped open. He blinked a few times to adjust his vision before focusing on you. You were looking back at him with a tired, sleepy little smile on your features. You looked beautiful, so damn beautiful, despite the blues and purples painting your skin, “what are you doing here?”

He must have fallen asleep at some point during the night. He was still holding your hand. He beamed back at you, “hi pretty girl. Sam called me and told me what happened. I came right over.”

“I’m anything but pretty right now,” you laughed lightly but quickly grimaced at the pain, “how long have you been here?”

“Since yesterday evening,” he confessed quickly, “I didn’t want to leave - wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“Oh Bucky,” there was that saccharine little smile on your face. The same one he loved so much, “you didn’t have to. I...I really fucked up movie night, huh?”

“I’m in love with you.”

He finally got those damn words out before he could change his mind or think too much about it. Your face immediately lit up with a grin as you searched his cerulean eyes. 

“Do you mean it?” you asked softly as he nodded, feeling a blush creep into his cheeks.

“Of course.”

“I love you too, Bucky,” you replied, giving his hand a tight squeeze, “I’m in love with you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Good,” he whispered as he leaned closer to you, “because I’m not going anywhere, pretty girl. Not now, not ever.”

“I don’t want you to, Bucky,” you promised, “I want you with me always.”

“That sounds perfect to me.”

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