#NO BUT SERIOUSLY WHAT THE FUCK WHAT DID THEY DO MY COLLECTIONS ARE GONE ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME I SPENT YEARS ON THAT SHIT

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Am I the asshole for trying to steal someone's cat?

I live on the semi-wooded outskirts of a city. People often dump their cats here. I've been trying to collect them and get them to a shelter, but there's this lady down the way from me who keeps catching them first, getting them chipped, and then just... leaving them outside. Not spayed/neutered, not collared, nothing. They're all mangy and ill-looking. Buttworms all around. We're gonna end up with a feral colony- I just know it. Also, we've had an influx of larger carnivorous wild canines in the area. However, because they're chipped, they're in the system as being owned by her and so I can't bring them to the shelter.

I actually accidentally previously stole a kitten from her that was seriously ill. Brought it back to health and was taking it to the vet when they found the chip. When I talked to her about keeping her cats indoors, she just sort of laughed and made excuses. (Girl, you're fucking bipedal with a big-ass frontal cortex and thumbs. What do you *mean* you can't control your cats?)

Meanwhile, my cat I keep inside, and when they want out, I put them out on a short lead with a harness for increments and then being them back in. Never at night. Never when I'm not home. My baby is a happy, healthy baby.

Point is- she has another kitten. It's not yet chipped (I asked), already looks sick, and I've been hearing more howling outside from critters that will eat that cat if given the chance.

(Note, also- the previous cat I genuinely did accidentally flitch from her is gone. Gone gone. I'm confident it has been eaten.)

Would I be the asshole if I just fucking stole this cat?

#aita #am i the asshole

[theres-a-bea]

what in the everloving FUCK did they do to we heart it they nerfed her my girl is GONE and she's had my back since 2014 are you FUCKING KIDDING ME

#weheartit #rip queen we've had a long run #NO BUT SERIOUSLY WHAT THE FUCK WHAT DID THEY DO MY COLLECTIONS ARE GONE ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME I SPENT YEARS ON THAT SHIT #EVERYTHING IS GONE

[buckyseternal]

part two to this angsty beauty - enjoy 🖤

Your head pounded when you woke up, sunlight filtering through the curtains in your shared bedroom. Well, in your bedroom now. Who knows if you’d even be able to keep the apartment – would he want to stay here or would you? He said he’d be here today to pick up his things, so maybe he was letting you keep it. Maybe you’d surprise him with an empty apartment when he came to collect his things, and you’d be long gone.

Gone, that’s where you wished you could go. What did that even mean..?

It didn’t matter.

You got up and cleaned your face, throwing on some workout clothes and stepping out into the cold air. It was winter in New York City, and everyone else was bundled up with long coats and scarves, boots and their fuzzy socks peeking up at the top. You walked the five miles to the Avengers tower in some leggings, running shoes, and a light hoodie, not even bothering to put the hood on.

You slipped into the meeting just as it was starting, taking a spot next to Natasha this time instead of your usual one. There was an empty chair next to your ex-fiancé, everyone taking notice of it but not mentioning it more than a quiet glance amongst each other. Bucky listened with intent as if nothing had happened – you stared at the small scratch in the glass table until your eyes went fuzzy.

“I know we just finished one mission up – seriously, great job, you two-” he gestured to you and Bucky. Clearly not reading the room, he continued. “Truly a dream team, you two work great together.”

You could hear Bucky huff out a sarcastic laugh and you just rolled your eyes. How he had the audacity to sit there and act like he hadn’t just shattered your entire world last night, you would never know. It’s always been fucking hard to be with you. His harsh voice rang in your ears, flashbacks from last night hitting you like a train.

“Tony, could you..?” Natasha motioned for Tony to continue with his agenda and stop lingering.

“Right.” His voice was drowned out by the blood rushing through your ears, and you could barely hear what he was saying anymore, starting to zone out again.

Natasha nudged you, and everything came back into focus.

“Solo mission, Canada. Rumlow’s back.” She whispered it over to you as indiscreetly as possible, the details that Tony had just gone over, but without all of his theatrics.

You looked over at her. Rumlow? You mouthed. She nodded her head grimly.

“I can do it. I have the most experience dealing with him-” Bucky piped up finally, acting as some sort of martyr.

“I’ll go.”

All heads turn to you, finally having spoken up and looked up from the scratch on the table.

“Are you out of your mind?” Bucky’s words sliced through the silence. You locked eyes with him and there was nothing but fury and heartbreak in yours. You could see where his hands were in fists below the table, balled up and trying to keep his composure.

You looked at Tony. “I’ll go. Rumlow doesn’t know me. Even if he had files on each of us, you know mine is sealed. I’ve only been on covert missions that didn’t deal with the public-”

“Tony, you can’t let her go on this mission!” Bucky tried to speak over you. You could tell he was getting mad.

“-and because of that, my identity has never been known. To him, I’m just a random girl. Send me. I’ll get it done.”

It was silent in the room, and you could cut the tension with a knife. But Tony had made up his mind.

“Those are all…excellent points. Meet me in 20 in my office and we’ll go over it. You leave tomorrow.”

You closed your eyes, a feeling of relief washing over you. The meeting ended and you got up to leave, managing to round the corner before you felt a grip on your arm, stopping you dead in your tracks.

“You can’t go on that mission alone, he will kill you,” Bucky said through his gritted teeth. You tried to keep walking but his grasp on your arm was too strong. You knew you could never overpower him. “I’m going instead.”

“You know what you can fucking do-” you turned around in his arms and managed to shake out of his hold. By this time, the people who were left after the meeting were all silent and watching. You barely took note of them as you felt your vision cloud with rage.

“Hey, guys-” Steve tried to step in, tapping Bucky on the shoulder. It was no use. Your eyes brimmed with tears of rage.

“No, you go back to wherever the fuck you went last night and leave me ALONE!” you yelled at him, whipping around and starting to storm off. Before you got too far though, you turned back around and threw your engagement ring at his feet and let it clatter around the tile floors for everyone to see. “Sorry if I’m too hard for you to deal with right now, but I’m going on that mission alone and I hope that when I’m done, I can fucking stay up there away from you.”

He watched as you walked down the hallway and turned into Tony’s office, the door shutting behind you. He stood there in silence, the audience behind him in utter shock. They all began to dissipate, going in their own directions, until it was just him left.

I'll probably turn this into a multi-part fic, what do y'all think?

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes angst #mcu #mcu masterlist

[fictionalwh0ree]

Hi!

I wanted to make a Billie request please, with reader being either her gf or fwb and she starts pushing Billie away since she feels insecure since Billis constantly hanging with exes and flirting with other girls online? Thank you so much 🤗

jealousy- billie eilish

summary: even though you're strictly friends with benefits, that doesn't stop you from feeling jealous when billie talks to other girls.

word count: 1.6k

warnings: smut; fingering, use of vibrator

billie eilish masterlist | main masterlist

“you’re so pretty”

the words flowed effortlessly from her mouth, no thought behind them. the words seemed so foreign to you, words you’d gone from hearing multiple times a day to once a week. you couldn’t help the jealousy you felt. your eye twitched slightly, but you fought the urge to look up at billie, at her live. you trained your eyes on your own phone. you tried to tune it out. you’d gotten used to it.

billie would go on live a couple times a week, and when she would share it with others. her fans, overjoyed that they would get the chance to speak with their idol, would blush and scream as she complimented them, flirting back and forth with some of them. but what bothered you most was that she would do it in front of you. the fans didn’t know, as you were hidden off-screen.

you were over at her house multiple times a week, your hookups becoming an almost daily occasion. you would lie next to her in bed, in only one of her t-shirts, your panties and other clothes discarded on the floor somewhere, and watch her as she was on her phone. you watched as she texted other girls, liked their stories and pictures, all while your arm was pushed up against hers. you told yourself it didn’t matter. she didn’t owe anything to you, you weren’t together, just friends with benefits. but if that was the case, why did you feel so worthless? every text she sent would punch a hole through your heart and you couldn’t do anything about it, because at the end of the day, you’d rather have her for a little bit than not have her at all.

now, you laid next to her, out of the camera’s view. you listened as she laughed, trying to ground yourself by taking deep breaths. you looked up at her phone, seeing a notification pop up.

i’m in la

you waited for the next one.

we can finally meet up

you read the username and recognized her as a popular instagram model.

my hotel room’s soundproof 😉

your eyes began to sting as you tried to blink back tears.

i’m only here for one night

u in?

fuck.

she clicked on the notification, pausing her live, but before she could respond, you made your move. you got out of her bed and collected your clothes, swiftly putting your underwear and pants on.

“y/n, where are you going?” billie asked as you took her shirt off and tossed it at her face, making sure not to look at her.

“i have to go,” you mumbled, throwing on your own shirt.

“why?” she asked.

“i have plans,” you said bluntly.

“y/n” she laughed, “no, you don’t. it’s 4 o’clock on a tuesday. if you had something, you wouldn’t be here right now.”

“yeah, you’re right billie,” you said bitterly, turning to face her, “i don’t have plans. but you’d better start getting ready for your next hookup, because one person a day just isn’t enough, right?”

“y/n,” she said apologetically.

“where’s my phone?” you asked, searching the room.

“y/n,” she said, this time more firm.

“goddamnit, where is it?” you said, the frustration causing the tears you’d been fighting off to start spilling.

“y/n,” she said seriously.

“what.” you said angrily, running your hands through your hair.

“i’m sorry, but-” she began.

“but we’re just friends with benefits,” you finished her sentence, “i know, that’s why i’m leaving, so you have enough time to wash my scent off you for the next one. but i’m done. this is it. now you’ll have space for as many bitches as you want.”

“i wasn’t gonna go,” she said softly, getting up from the bed.

“what?” she said as she approached you.

“i wasn’t gonna go. i’m with you, why would i go?” she asked.

“me being around has never stopped you from flirting with other girls,” you argued.

“those girls mean nothing to me,” she said.

“i don’t mean anything to you either. that’s why we’re strictly friends with benefits,” you said.

“you know that’s not true, don’t you?” she said, a smirk playing at her lips as she got closer to you, meaning you were against the wall.

“no,” you mumbled.

“no? we see each other almost every day. would that happen if you didn’t mean anything to me? no other girl spends as much time with me as you. most girls don’t spend any time with me,” she said, her hand now resting on your waist, caressing it gently.

“meanwhile, you’re wearing my shirts, cooking in my kitchen, dancing in the living room with me,” she said, her voice now just above a whisper as she was only a couple inches from your face, “you have to know you mean a lot to me.”

“how would i have known that?” you said, getting angry again.

“how could i have possibly known that when you were flirting with the most gorgeous girls i’ve ever seen?” you said, laughing sadly.

“no one compares to you. i promise you that,” she whispered.

“you’re the only one for me,” she said, her eyes silently pleading for forgiveness.

you turned your head away from her, not wanting to meet her eyes. she took the opportunity to latch onto your neck, sucking and nibbling gently.

“billie,” you said reluctantly.

“you’re telling me you don’t want this?” she asked.

“i-,” you began.

“i do. but no more girls,” you said firmly.

“only you, mama,” she confirmed, her eyes falling to your lips before leaning in.

she kissed you gently, but it began to get more heated, as it usually did. she turned you around, pushing you backwards until your legs hit the back of her bed. you let yourself fall back onto it and scooted until your head hit the headboard as billie held herself above you. her hands moved to pull your pants down and once they were low enough you kicked them off. she then pulled your panties off with an undeniable urgency. she moved down, parting your legs with one swift motion. she began to trail kisses up and down your inner thighs.

“billie,” you moaned pleadingly.

she stopped, looked up at you, and smirked, before attaching herself to your clit, sucking it gently before bringing her fingers up to trace your folds. she teased your entrance before pushing her fingers in. she pumped them in and out, curling them to hit your g-spot which she knew so well. moans fell from your lips and soon you felt that familiar knot in your stomach.

“i’m so close,” you said as you threw your head back.

but, out of nowhere, she stopped completely. you looked down at her, confusion clear on your face.

“not yet,” she smirked mischievously.

“pick up my phone,” she commanded, and you did as told.

“open it,” she said, watching you.

“unpause the live,” your eyebrows shot up, but you followed her instructions.

“good girl,” she whispered, “now talk.”

“hi guys!” you greeted after clearing your throat.

the comments flooded with people greeting you. they weren’t surprised to see you, as besides being an established celebrity, your friendship with billie was not new. you began to answer some of their questions when something entered you suddenly. you yelped, looking down at billie. she gave you a cocky smirk before holding her finger up to her lips and pursing them. you put all your focus into the live, not wanting them to catch on, but it was getting increasingly harder as she toyed with the settings of a pink vibrator. she pushed it in and out, turned the setting up and down, all while using her free hand to play with your already swollen clit.

your breathing was getting laboured as you felt yourself getting closer to your climax. you threw your head back, sealing your eyes shut. the comments expressed their concern, asking if you were okay.

“i’m just tired,” you explained, “long day. why don’t i let some of you guys on?”

the knot was building more and you knew you were a mere seconds away from cumming. you rushed through the requests, picking a random fan with you as their profile picture. as her side of the video came up, she started yelling out of excitement. she was sobbing and screaming with no break, and as billie rubbed your clit a bit harder, you released. you felt as billie licked and lapped up everything, relief overcoming you.

‘oh my god,’ you mouthed off camera.

“i love you so much y/n” the girl said through sobs.

“aw, i love you too!” you responded before the girls internet cut out, causing her to lose her spot in the live.

billie moved from her spot and came into the view, smiling into the camera happily. she looked at you and you saw a hint of mischief in her eyes.

“hi guys! this is my g-” she started to say, but you ended the live.

“-irl,” she finished offline.

“not yet,” you laughed, kissing her on the lips as she laughed softly.

#billie eilish x y/n #billie eilish x you #billie eilish x reader #billie eilish #billie eilish imagine #wlw #billie eilish smut

[sophswritingthings]

Mizu x Fem!Apothecary! Reader who is also her wife and she is bandaging up mizu after the fight in shindo dojo

pairing: mizu x apothecary!fem!reader

warning(s): mentions of blood/injury, swearing

a/n: YOUR MIND MY FRIEND. also that sceneeeeee….. 😳

summary: you've been staying at your shop, somewhere warm, somewhere safe. that’s when mizu stumbles in, your wife, battered and bloodied. 

word count, 751 words / 4,109 characters

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you were humming, softly, tapping your fingers to the beat of the music in your mind. you were mindlessly cooking something for yourself, between mixing up medicines and herbs.

everything was quiet; serene and simple.

you had settled down to eat, with a small cup of sake beside your table. you took one small sip, before the door to your shop burst open.

you flipped around, scared out of instinct.

but then.. there was mizu, your muscles relaxing. your wife—your lovely samurai wife who always managed to get herself into some kind of trouble.

and that much was true; because there she was, covered in blood, some of which you could assume wasn’t hers—with a deep gash on her shoulder.

you swiftly collected yourself, walking over to help her inside. you settled her against the wall, pressing your door shut to keep the warmth inside. you settled in front of her, gazing her up and down.

you removed her hat and glasses, placing them to the side to see those beautiful eyes you loved so much. with a soft smile, you placed a soft kiss on her lips, pulling back with narrowed eyes.

“what did you do?” you hiss, “you need to be more goddamn careful, mizu, or were seriously going to have a problem.”

“It was a simple duel, (y/n), I'll live,” she narrowed her eyes back.

“yet here you are, covered in blood.” you pulled yourself to your feet, collecting mixes of herbs. as well as a needle and thread, which you kept on hand, in case things like this happened.

“most of it isn’t mine, my love,” the faintest hint of a smirk crossed her lips. you roll your eyes, settling down beside your wife.

“I assumed as much, darling.” you grumble, pulling off her overcoat. you pull down the corner of her undershirt to reveal the deep wound nestled on her right shoulder. “did you at the very least get what you were looking for?”

she nods, adverting her gaze from the wound. “I have,” her voice is rather soft, like it always is with you. though it’s still raspy, and masculine, keeping up her appearance. “I will leave tomorrow to find him.”

“you act as if I am not coming with you,” you narrow your eyes again, dabbing a poultice to her wound. mizu hisses, the stinging pain causing her eyebrows to furrow.

“because you won’t be,” her gaze flicks to you, resting on your slim, brown eyes. “you must stay here, and stay safe.”

“no,” you finish cleaning her wound, turning to grab your needle and thread. you gently begin to thread the needle in her skin, “I’m not going to stay here while you're miles on miles away from me, doing who-fucking knows what. probably getting yourself killed—“

“listen,” she placed a hand on your cheek, turning your head to look at her. “I cannot take the chances that you will have even a hair on your head hurt. i will live, (y/n), and finish my task. that or be given death, so be it.”

“you cannot..” your words trail off, “you can’t do that to yourself, mizu. please, think about taking me with you.. if you are to die I want to die with you.”

she shakes her head, “I will not let you throw away the rest of your life because I am gone,” she hissed. “stay here, please, my love.”

you press your forehead to hers, shaking your head with tears in your eyes.

“I-I can’t, mizu, I can’t,” you stumble with your words. “I-I love you. take me with you, please.”

mizu searches your expression, wiping the tears from your eyes. she ponders on it for a moment; you weren’t going to back down until she agreed, she knew you. your determination is why she loved you so very much, why she married you.

“okay,” she finally conceded, pressing a kiss against your forehead. “okay. you—you can come.”

“r-really?” you sniffled, your eyes wide. you had basically forgot about stitching her up.

“I would not lie to you,” she hissed. “but you're going to listen to me. if I tell you to run, to leave me, you will. alright?”

you sigh, finishing stitching up her wound. “alright,” you whisper begrudgingly.

she pressed another kiss to your forehead, allowing you to finish stitching her up.

“I love you.” she whispered, her blue eyes locked onto yours.

you smiled softly, returning her kiss on her cheek. “I love you, too, my darling.”

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a/n: it’s short but I enjoyed writing it <33

#mizu x reader #mizu #blue eyed samurai #new fic #fic #fanfic #fic request #request #ask #asked and answered

[ihatehomework]

yall i miss jily😭😭😭 not like its gone but like the marauders used to be so happy sunshine gryffindor vibes. but also i feel like we collectively all forget how much james potter HATED slytherin. idk i also think that yes death eaters were humans BUT they also killed so many people like are we forgetting that barty crouch jr literally tortured alice and frank longbottom he is at fault for neville growing up without his parents😭 i genuinely think that people forget that evan, barty etc. actually killed people and killed people who were probably friends with the marauders. ik that everyone deserves a second chance but seriously???? do you actually think that the rosiers were good people and didn't hate and discriminate against muggleborns??? NOT EVERYONE HAS A TRAGIC BACKSTORY IDK SOME OF THEM ARE JUST EVIL. the way everyone defends evan rosier (love his character but i have beef with the way he gets away with being a death eater later on) but snape, who i absolutely detest, hate and think should have died earlier, who also actually did something that was not evil in his lifetime, is the most hated marauders character like????? and the black sisters???? yes love a complex female character but are we seriously trying to redeem bellatrix? do we not remember WHAT SHE SCARED ON HERMIONE LIKE WHAT. and love the newer marauders fandom but everyones so emo and depressed this is supposed to be FUN. also the characters feel so ooc. everytime i see casanova remus lupin im like 'huh thats supposed to be sirius and james???' love remus but my boy aint rizzing anyone up hes a shy af introvert. and jegulus is so cute but remember that james is #no.1slytherinhater and he was absolutely smitten with lily evans FROM THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL. REMEMBER WHEN JILY WAS THE BACKBONE OF THE MARAUDERS? like they ate fr. this became a whole ass paragraph damn i did not know i had so much to say about this. i can lowkey already sniff the comments or thoughts saying 'oh let us have our fun its just a story' im not stopping you this is just my opinion. 'oh none of this is actually proven' please give me a break😭🙏 like most of the source material goes against the fandoms perception of the marauders. 'fuck jkr we'll do what we want' youve basically just made 10 million ocs and give them names of characters like im eating up all the marauders content but genuinely can we go back to the happier times??

#marauders #jily #just my opinion #marauders fandom #james potter #remus lupin #sirius black #evan rosier #barty crouch jr #lily evans #bellatrix lestrange #black sisters #harry potter #pro jily #james x lily #analysis #kinda #i just really miss the old happy marauders

[dotster001]

Haii!~ How are you? Good I hope! I absolutely LOVE your stuff and I'm crying tears of happiness just to see your requests open :D I had an idea and after I read your fic "For tuna" I knew you were the one for it. I was wondering how Leona would react if his Tsum went and got something for his s/o. I can imagine it'd be chaotic lmao ANYWAY! Take your time answering and take care of yourself! And thanks a lot for your amazing work 🥹✨️

Tsum Leona

A/N: pov, your cat woke you up at two, and you couldn't fall back asleep, so you wrote this 😂 anyway, hope you enjoy this!

"When interacting with someone from a different nation, you must act with diplomacy and gentleness until such time as you know their customs."

That's how he'd been raised…but did that apply when the someone was clearly yourself from a different dimension?

Two seconds. That's how long he'd taken his eyes off his dreaded tsum to tell Ruggie that Jack's tsum was too loud. He had assumed that the lazy thing would continue to sleep where he left it.

Then he turned around and it was gone. With a groan, he and Ruggie began to search the places he himself would be: his room, the greenhouse, the tree in courtyard, the spell drive pitch. Nothing.

And it was then that Ruggie suggested where the insufferable creature would most definitely be.

Storming off to Ramshackle, angry that this idea hadn't come to him first, he grabbed your doorknob and turned it, since you had an open door policy. But this time the door was locked.

He fucking knew it.

He gripped the knob and busted the door down with his shoulder, thoroughly startling you, and the tsum whom you had been petting on your lap.

How dare he?

That was his pillow!

Your jaw was on the ground and you stuttered, trying to collect your thoughts.

"Spit it out, herbivore!"

The tsum smiled at him smugly.

"You're not a stuffed toy?"

"Why does everyone think-no! I'm not a stuffed toy!"

"I just assumed, since we have a lot of lab accidents-"

"I don't have lab accidents. Also, the portal opened right over your house! How did you not know?"

"Portal?"

He groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Seriously, how are you not dead yet? It doesn't matter, why are you petting him so lovingly?"

You looked down at the tsum, then back at Leona. Back and forth. Then you held up your wrist, displaying a shimmering silver band, with an L engraved on it, that he'd bought for you for your next date.

"You rat, you stole that from me!" 

He launched at the tsum but it was too fast, and he ended up kabedoning you on the couch. But there was no time to look at your cute flustered face, he had to tear that tsum to shreds.

It bounced out of his reach again, and he quickly followed. He crouched down, wiggled his tail to calibrate, and was about to pounce when your hand on his shoulder startled him.

"Leo, relax!" 

"The runt is moving in on my herbivore! With my gifts, no less!"

You wrapped your arms around him and nuzzled into his hair.

"I never thought I'd actually have to verbalize this, but I'm not in love with a stuffed toy."

"You thought you were when you thought it was me."

"Key word being I thought it was you. Not some stuffed toy. Which, again, is something I never thought I'd have to explain."

The tsum decided to nuzzle it's way back into your lap. Leona grabbed it and was about to throw it when-

"Leo! I'm not entirely sure what's happening, but isn't it highly probable that if there's a stuffed version of you somewhere out there, then there's probably a stuffed me?"

You picked up the tsum, and held it in front of his face.

"And I bet the little kitty cat misses his herbivore."

The tsum jumped up and down happily, as if to indicate that you were correct. Sometimes he hated how incisive  you could be, because it meant he had to be sympathetic to a stuffed toy that was nuzzling against his lover's neck. 

He growled lowly, before picking up the tsum and walking towards your busted door.

"Leo?"

"I get what you're saying. I really do. But I need to make sure I'm close to the school so that when Crowley can send this rat home I can punt him through the portal. You get it," he said as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. He didn't give you the chance to respond as he sprinted back to Savannaclaw.

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Tag list- @shytastemakerthing @leonia0 @eccedentesiast-sapphic @leoll

#twisted wonderland #leona kingscholar x reader #leona x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst leona #leona kingscholar

[stupid-sloot-headcanons]

To add on to Jason reacting to his militia hitting on/having the hots for his beloved, I just imagined a scenario where his beloved is in a temporary holding cell after being taken, and the soldier guarding her gets a little too close to comfort (flirting with her, touching her hair, being intimidating) and Jason overhears everything on the comms channel and just… sees red

Ok this hit me so hard that I made a fake audiotape manuscript like the collectible tapes you find in-game

Darling: Look, I don't know what your boss told you, but I'm not important enough to make a good hostage. Batman's got a lot of shit going on, and I'm not high on his priority list. Militia: Don't sell yourself short, vigilante guys like him always come if you dangle a cute civilian in front of 'em. I know I would if I were him. Darling: Are you seriously flirting with me right now? Or is this just a terrible way of doing good cop, bad cop? Militia: What can I say, when you've been sweating in a South American training camp for months, and suddenly you're in charge of babysitting a girl like you, I can't help but try and shoot my shot. Darling: I'd rather you literally shoot me. Militia: Tell me, if this was good cop/bad cop, would you want me to be good? Or bad? Darling: I'd want you to fuck off and die. Go ahead. Make my dreams come true. Militia: You've got a mouth on you, y'know that? I bet I could make your dreams come true--all of 'em, over n' over, any n' every position... Darling: Get away from me! Militia: Nah. I feel like being bad cop right now. I'm gonna pat you down for weapons one more time, just in case you're hiding something special. *sound of door slamming open* Arkham Knight: Get the fuck away from her! *sound of someone's head being slammed against a wall, and the cocking of a gun* Militia: I--Sir, I was just-- Arkham Knight: I trained you to follow orders and to think with your head, not your dick. If you don't want me to waste a bullet on your empty skull, you'll apologize and then report to the barracks for me to make an example of you to the others. Militia: I...I'm sorry, sir-- Arkham Knight: To her! Militia: I'm sorry, I-I'm so sorry! Sir, I wasn't really gonna do anything-- Arkham Knight: Don't you dare try to lie to me. Now GO. *sound of boots scraping and door slamming shut* Arkham Knight: He won't go near you again, I'll make sure of that. Did he hurt you? Darling, voice shaky: This good cop, bad cop shit is so transparent. Just...let me go, I don't have anything you want, I want to go home...I want to go home... Arkham Knight: It's okay. I took you to keep you safe, not to make you a hostage. Darling: Keep me safe? From what, whatever terrorist attack or mass murder or whatever-the-fuck you're about to carry out? Arkham Knight: Yes. Once it's carried out, we'll go to another hideout I have and lay low for a while. Until then I'll have to keep you with me. I'll make sure the men in charge of watching over you understand not to touch you or talk to you without permission while I'm gone. This is NEVER gonna happen again. *Sound of armor shifting and moving, and rustling clothing* I swear I'm going to keep you safe and make sure nobody ever keeps us apart again. Heh. You know, I can finally keep that promise I made to you before. Remember? Darling: ...What are you-- Arkham Knight: I was going after Joker and I told you that I was gonna do what Bruce never could, that I'd kill him. And we got into this huge fight over my earpiece, you were begging me to think things through, that he wouldn't go down easy, that Bruce would find a way to stop me...and then you said, "I won't try to argue anymore. Just promise me that you'll come back--I'll yell at you and call you a reckless hotheaded asshole with a death wish and help you think of what to say to Bruce." Darling:You're-- Jason: A reckless hotheaded asshole with a death wish? You were right, ____. You were so right...

#.dc #.arkhamverse #.arkham knight #.jason todd #yandere dc #yandere arkhamverse #yandere arkham knight #yandere jason todd #.myshit

[prismartist]

the fight between wilbur and phil just. echoes in my head. partly because it's the most intense they've ever been to each other in rp (from what i know) and partly because goddddddddddddddd god how did we not see that coming. wilbur's been away for months; at this point he might as well not know anything about the island. he expressed multiple times that he has no idea what's going on; he has no context. he sees people joking and laughing and hyping themselves up to go on missions he doesn't understand and calling him hatsune miku. nary a mention of the eggs, not even in cellbit's big rallying speech. it's no wonder he didn't think anything was wrong. so when he's hit over the head with the news that the eggs are missing...

the eggs are missing, and the apparent determination and effort of the parents is collected into a group of people running down a sewer and giggling about a goldfish's memory? these people must be insane. at the least, they must not care that much.

and here's phil, trotting along and laughing too, going along with people that wilbur isn't sure they should trust (because he doesn't know them, why should he?), like his son isn't missing, like his granddaughter isn't missing. tallulah, who's been taken away before wilbur can come back to her. tallulah, with whom he still needs to meet again, to see just how much she's grown. what are they doing?

i do find it funny that later, he then says everyone else is "panicking". sure guy. it's not like you lost your cool earlier because you're missing crucial information or anything. okay.

so here's wilbur, accusing everyone of not doing anything, accusing phil of slacking, stating that they're clearly not taking it seriously enough when they have and it's tiring; i mean, imagine keeping that up for a month. phil and the others have worked tirelessly scrounging up scraps of what you can barely call evidence. and wil is saying it's nothing, that they have done nothing, which in a sense they have, but at the same time is so wrong, because how have they done everything and nothing? how is there still nothing after a month?

it's just bleach in a wound, and phil––oh phil, who's been aching so bad since they've gone, who calls out to them futilely, who fell into a coma dreaming that he almost found them, who grit his teeth at each and every teasing "clue" he finds––well, he snaps.

he's frustrated. all the tears, all the hunting, all the running around like headless chickens––sure, they could be being a bit silly, they could be fools for following the federation's every whim, but at this point they've exhausted everything, all of their ideas, so any fucking hope they can get they'll grab it and watch it disappear like smoke through the slits of their fingers themselves, because it's nice to have something in the palm of your hand for even a second. and then there's wilbur even suggesting that cellbit might be a traitor, when he's one of the people phil trusts the most, enough to share the evidence with. so of course he accuses wilbur of letting tallulah rot. wilbur doesn't understand. of course he doesn't. he hasn't been on the island.

in a sense they're both right. the federation lead ultimately led to nothing but a new toy, and wilbur is painfully naive as to believe that tallulah is just hiding around the island, blissfully unaware that the main theory right now is that she's probably in another dimension. he doesn't even know about the nether.

it's so. augh. phil and wilbur really out here reminding us that yeah, they are roleplay powerhouses and they will devastate all of us when put together in high-stress situations. god. gotta love them for that

#mcyt #qsmp #wilbur soot #philza #cursing #unintelligible rants

[chrissturnsgirlll222]

second, never first

part six | part one | part two | part three | part four | part five

chris x fem!reader

summary - you grew up hating one guy all of high school but suddenly become close friends, but as time goes on feelings develop, only its one sided.

warnings - swearing, use of y/n, BOYS (no smut… for now lol)

word count - 1k ??

NOT PROOFREAD

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i drove to the date with carson after getting ready on facetime with chris. the whole drive my hands were sweaty and my head was just racing with what could go wrong. he thinks im ugly, he hates my clothes, doesnt like my personality, he ends up being mean, makes fun of me, doesnt even like me. i was completely going insane on the drive to the dinner date.

we settled on eating at our local dinner grill that serves really casual food but has a great romantic atmosphere. at least those were chris’ words.

i arrived safely by the grace of god, sat in my car to collect myself and finally got out. i walked into the grill and saw carson sitting down at a table and he smiled and waved at me. i made my way over and he got up, “hey y/n!” he said pulling out my chair for me. “oh thank you, and hello to you too.” i replied with a warm smile as i sat down.

“so, chris set us up.” he chuckles, “yeah, lets not talk about chris tonight.” i state. “i agree tonight is about us, just two kids that have gone to the same school for their entire lives and never spoke a word to each other.” he breathes.

“what?” i question

“you seriously dont know? y/n we went to elementary school together.” he chuckles.

“i know, i just thought you never recognized or noticed me.” i smile. “i always noticed you but you have always hungout with that friend of yours, anna. she is scary to me, very opinionated that girl is.” he explains. “anna can definitely be intimidating but she has been my friend for as long as i can remember.” i huff.

“well yeah she scares away a lot of boys from you. no guys at our school really like her.” i say. “what ar-“ im cut off by our waiter.

“hello im savy i will be your server for tonight what can i get started for you?” she says.

carson and i order our food and i continue.

“what do you mean no boys like anna, i mean she’s constantly talking to guys.”

“ever notice she only talks to guys from other schools?” he says. wow he made a great point.

“i never thought you were like her, you always seemed so sweet.” he says. “thank you, i try.” i mumble. “i know our date isnt over or i guess it hasnt even started, but would you consider going on another one?” he asks.

“honestly, yes.”

-

the rest of the date actually went amazing, carson was sweet, respectful, funny and actually wanted me. after we got our food he payed for everything and we spent the rest of the night walking around town and talking about random stuff. he made me laugh all night and walked me back to my car which was at the restaurant. talking to him didnt feel difficult. everything went smoothly and i felt really comfortable with him which was especially surprising as it was our first time speaking.

i left the date with hope and a smile on my face, and i couldnt wait to tell chris.

-

the following day i immediately face timed chris to tell him everything.

ring. ring. ri-

he finally answered, “kid its to fucking early whats wrong?” he huffs slightly squinting his eyes since he had just woken up. “chris is 12pm you should be awake anyway.” i blankly state. “anyway i wanted to tell you about last night!” i smile.

“oh yeah, how did your date go with carson.” he asks. “it actually went amazing, we had dinner, we talked, we went for a walk after dinner, he pulled out my chair for me and even opened the car door for me.” i explain grinning ear to ear.

“did he wipe your face while he fed you as well.” he mocks. i just do a blank expression as he chuckles proudly to himself, “im joking y/n, im glad everything went well. i told you everything would work out, you were stressed out over nothing the whole time.” he says. “i know, i have you to thank for everything you really gave me confidence to do this.” i say as i get out of my bed to go brush my teeth. “thats the magic of chris sturniolo.” he breathes rolling over on his bed.

“yes nick im talking to y/n give me a minute here.”

“hi y/n!!!” nick screams from the other end of the phone. “hey nick, good morning.” i say. “how did your date with carson go?” nick asks, “really good and chris im going to kill you.” i say as i told chris not to tell anyone that i was going on a date. “sorry kid cant keep a secret from my brother.” he says.

i grab my toothbrush and run it under water before grabbing toothpaste rinsing the brush once more and start scrubbing my teeth. i hear chris breathing on the other end of the phone as he taps on it while i finish brushing my teeth. “hey what progress have you made with anna, neither of you have talked to me about it.” i question walking towards my bedroom.

“oh not much really we have just been texting and kissed a few times.” he says and i pause.

“what the fuck? you guys kissed and didnt even tell me.” i exclaim.

hearing that your best friend and your crush have kissed more than once is absolutely crushing to hear.

“yeah its nothing he just went out for a drive a few times and have just kissed and talked, nothing crazy yet.” he says with almost no expression. “you dont sound that happy for someone who was begging me to set you two up.” i reply. “i didnt beg you and i am happy about it but we are getting along and work well together.” he says yawning after.

listening to him explain that he likes her and that they get along really well should make me happy for my best friends but i cant help the bitter taste in my mouth. i dont know if that makes me selfish but it just makes my stomach turn.

“well thats good and everything but i have to go chris.” i say. “ok kid ill give ya more updates later.” he breathes. “later?” i ask. “yeah matt, nick and i are doing a movie night and they both asked for you so if you have plans cancel them cause i already told them your invited.” he says.

“what the fuck, ok fine.” i reply. “k see ya.” he says before hanging up.

-

i drove over to chris’ house in a way better mood than i was when i hung up the phone. i enjoy his brothers company and it actually made me happy to hear they wanted me around more. i walk up to the front door which i havent seen since i was drunk and couldnt walk and knock on the door.

i hear foot steps coming up to the door and am greeted with matt when it opens. “glad to see you could walk up the stairs this time.” he chuckles, i roll my eyes and brush past him. “wheres chris?” i ask, “he just got out of the shower he should be down in a-“ matt is interrupted “im here im here.” chris says running down the stairs. i admire him in his wet hair look and his comfy outfit. i love his hair wet.

“what does everyone wanna watch?” chris asks and he plops down on the couch. “why dont we watch a scary movie or something” chris suggests. “chris you know that were all pussies that cant watch scary movies right?” matt says “lets just watch batman or something.” both chris and matt look at nick to plead with their suggestions “dont look at me ask y/n!” nick exclaims putting his hands up. all of them turn to me “i already watched the batman movies with anna so-” i mumble. “HAH” chris yells getting up and walking over to me. “this is why your my favourite” he says grabbing my face leaning down to press a kiss to my cheek and then sitting back down.

i freeze as i was caught off guard by him kissing me and stare at chris who is patting the seat next to him. i slowly walk over and sit next to him on the couch.

after shuffling through netflix we decided on the conjuring since none of us had seen it and we all got comfortable and started watching the movie.

normally i would be dying inside to watch a scary movie sitting next to chris but right now it was possibly the last thing i wanted to do considering the circumstances. i literally have to watch a scary movie sitting next to my friend who happens to be the guy i am practically in love with who also happens to be my best friends next possible boyfriend. this is going to be a long night.

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thanks for reading xx

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[enchxanting]

our love is god [ethan landry]

read part 2 here || all parts

pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader

warnings: nothing yet but this fic is heathers-inspired, so be warned for the future.

author's note: hi guys, long time lurker first time poster. this is my first time WRITING fic so feel free to leave any critique. also i don't know if i did the cut right lol i have a lot planned and hope you like!

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Dear Diary,

I should’ve never let Mindy convince me to start this operation. 

Sure, it’s nice to have a steady cash flow, but nothing is more aggravating than everyone and their mother asking for doctor’s notes, report cards, prescriptions, and absence notes when I’m just trying to make it to fourth-period math. When I was ten, I expected to use my Nancy-Drew-inspired skills to unearth hidden staircases or find whistling statues, not help someone’s checked-out mom get a Xanax. 

Yet I forged three (3) permission slips today. Why? Because, next to mysteries, I love the sweet smell of cash in the morning. Yesterday, I added $150 to the rainy day fund. Hopefully, when the weather’s right, I'll be inspired to buy a car and ditch Woodsboro. This town is fucked, alright. Just ask Chad, Mindy, Sam, or–

“Tara! Jesus Christ!” I rub my leg where her sneaker connected. “What’s your damage?”

“Are you done, Shakespeare? You said you’d get lunch with me like, fifteen minutes ago.”

Tara isn’t so great with patience. But, again, I am not so great at keeping track of time. “Yeah, whatever,” I say. “Let’s go see what they’ve cooked up for us today.”

I follow her through the winding path of tables, chairs, and teenage bodies. As we go, I collect bills from outstretched hands and replace them with papers of varying sizes. Tara turns to smirk at me. “What was the event this time?”

“Oh, you know. It’s report card season, and this school is not known for its stellar GPAs.”

“We just have you to thank for keeping it floating below a 3.0,” she teases. “Tell me, Y/N. Does all that extra brainpower of yours get used up matching the way people dot their i’s and cross their t’s?”

I roll my eyes at her. “Sure, Tara. Let’s just get some lunch. I’m seriously starving.”

We grab trays and join the line, aimlessly chattering about the day. Tara’s been my friend since the beginning of the year when I was the only new kid in a town struck by tragedy. We were the only new buyers in Woodsboro over the summer. The rest are still empty, the memory of last year’s Ghostface attacks having driven out long-time residents.

What’s surprising, though, is that the so-called “Woodsboro Four” are still here. Sure, Sam, Tara, Mindy, and Chad mostly stick together, but despite the terrible tragedy that they witnessed, they let me and Annika, Mindy’s current girlfriend, into their lives. I could never measure up to that. I’m just glad they want to be my friend.

I’m taken out of my musings on friendship when I feel someone’s eyes on my back. Without turning around, I recite my usual speech. “$5 for report cards, $10 for prescriptions and absence notes, and an extra $5 for rush fees.”

“Woah, um, tempting, but I’m not looking for any forgery.”

Confused, I turn around to put a face to an unfamiliar voice. The guy’s tall, almost as tall as Chad, with curly brown hair and brown eyes that widen when I meet them. “Sorry, I was just going to get my lunch, but you dropped some cash back here.”

For some reason, my voice is not working. All I can do is look up at him, suddenly captivated by how shy he seems to be. When I pause for a few moments too long, Tara reaches around and takes the money from his hand. “Uh, thanks. I’m sure my friend here appreciates it. Usually she’s more talkative.”

“Oh, god, yeah, sorry,” I finally get out, stumbling over my words. “Thanks.”

“No problem.” Suddenly, I think he remembers to be bashful and walks away without another word.

When he’s gone, Tara laughs. “God, Y/N, drool much? I’ve never seen you like that before.”

I flush red. “Whatever, Tara, you’re the worst.” I give her a playful shove and walk off to buy my lunch. I hand the money to the cashier, but all I can think about are those big, brown eyes, and I know I’m fucked.

#ethan landry #ethan landry x y/n #ethan landry x reader #scream 6 #scream 2023 #jack champion #heathers #heathers au #high school au #ethan landry fanfiction

[oh-saints]

fight

rúben dias x you

part of the dad!rúben collection

word count: 1.6k

tw: endometriosis, health issues while pregnant, intrusive paparazis, implied violence

note: hello i'm back from the dead bcs i've absolutely GONE FERAL AT THE THOUGHT OF THIS ashsjklkkjkl but as usual, i happen to write things at dawn so this is certainly not proof-read yet.

similar to any other parents, the moment you and rúben found out you're pregnant sent you both to the moon. for you, it was definitely topping your list of "best moment of my life" by far. and for rúben, it was up there somewhere with the feeling of winning the premier league and the feeling when you walked down the aisle, looking regal in white only for him.

but probably more meaningful for you and rúben because in all honesty, you've been trying to have a baby for almost 2 years now.

your earlier issue with endometriosis didn't allow you to naturally conceive as easy as other wives and girlfriends of rúben's teammates, or as any other healthy women in general. you were actually at the brink of giving up and were actively discussing adoption with your husband, who is nothing more than supportive at the decision, bless him.

rúben being himself, though, had a way of predicting the future. that's your simplified explanation but in professional jargons, one of the reason pep bought him from benefica; his ability to read the game.

your husband suggested for another honeymoon, during the time he was injured, before he'd get swamped with matches again and you'd be busy with the whole adoption procedure. it was a weekend gateway to st barths, a place you both have never been, but the beauty took your breath away. but even more for rúben because goddamn, that man could speak words without actually using words. he's more expressive when his body takes control of the whole speaking thing, and you've never felt so loved and grateful to have found the meaning of love in rúben dias.

and to be loved by him, surely didn't lie. the 2 lines of the test kit stared back at you like they were meant to be taken seriously, like it was supposed to tell you to get a grip of your life instead of gaping so wide at it your mouth could've sucked it in. rúben had to knock on the door to make sure you were alright and didn't slip on anything because you tend to be clumsy—he’d made a habit to check up on you whenever you’re in a bathroom for more than 15 minutes because of your reckless nature.

after endless failed test, you truthfully didn’t know what to do. this kind of result never came to you. so you just opened the door, in hope he’d know what to do—he always does, usually. only to be met by your husband’s concerned face because you didn’t slip on anything but went back outside with an aghast face.

“what’s wrong, coração?”

you handed him the test kit wordlessly, with shaky hands at it.

rúben looked down to see what it was because he’d never actually seen the test kit. you’d always hide in a bathroom and come out shaking your head, and you never let him buy them on his own. why would you—

“what—”

rúben looked up to you and you were already brimming in tears, a silent confirmation he needed. “we’re going to the doctor. now.”

at first, he did it because he wanted to confirm it himself, that the test kit wasn’t lying. but on the second thought, should you be truly pregnant, the purpose of the trip to the hospital was to make sure your pregnancy needs are met and you’ll have a safe and sound journey until you bring the product of rúben’s love for you to the world.

but of course, life being life didn’t give you everything smoothly as expected.

if you want it, earn it kind of life had been rúben’s way of life so when the doctor told you both that you’ll face some dangers throughout the 9-month journey, rúben gained another purpose in life outside football. to flash a fuck you to world, for they can’t let you and rúben have a peaceful moment in life.

rúben made sure to get home early so he’d cook you dinner during your bedrest period on the first trimester, shocking everyone in the etihad perimeter because he always is the first one to come and the last one to leave. he arranges catering for your lunch on top of it all so you don’t have to cook when he’s not home. he flies your mum and his to be there with you on the days he has a match to go to. he keeps a book to track all your craving and blood pressure, as well as a sketchbook for the baby journey “so we can take a look at it again when they’re grown up.”

you and rúben agreed not to let anyone know beside your immediate family the moment you stepped out of the fragile period, as a precaution, having the taste of public eyes first hand. the moment you announce it to the world, your safe space would and should be compromised.

thus, your baggy apparels whenever you come to rúben’s home matches. it wasn’t often, only once a month or only when the big matches are around the corner. the fanbases and fan accounts still talk about your fashion, with coats and cute jackets and everything, and thankfully none of them has noticed your changing preference from high-waist jeans and wool skirts.

but rúben scores a fantastic header and you see no reason not to jump from your seat. you know he’s been working so hard on set pieces and his headers, only now does it pay off. ivan has to remind you to sit down and not overdo yourself because “rúben will kill me if anything happens to you.”

however, the camera catches your celebration and in less than 5 minutes, your phone rings like the world’s ending. well in a way, it is.

everyone called netizens immediately shoots out their fire, on the speculation you might be pregnant. some congratulate you already, some believe your pregnancy is the reason rúben’s scoring and his gigantic performances as of late, some criticizes you, some questions your decision to come to the match like you’re not carrying rúben’s world. your head aches not long after scrolling down the internet that ivan had to submit rúben upstairs to your box instead of you coming down to the tunnel like usual.

your husband crouches in front of you as soon as he sees your deflated figure, eyes closed in resignation. that’s when he knows the intensity level has reached emergency status because he knows you well and he knows you’re strong enough for both of you to make it through a catastrophe—it’s the reason he’s adamant to marry you anyway—so the word fucking hell escaped his mouth before he even realised it himself.

they didn’t say anything as he shared you his tightest hug, the kind you love the most after a tiring day at work. had she said one word about killing those people behind the screen, he would’ve done so in a heartbeat. only when you pull away, indicating you’re now good to go home, does rúben let go of you and the issue at hand.

he tells you to head to the car first because he needs to pick up his bag from the locker room. but that decision would hunt him down for life, as he watched you being swarmed and surrounded by reporters on the parking lot, camera shoved up on your face and flashes and clicks blinded your vision that you steps on your own feet and fall down.

the idiots don’t stop harassing her, though.

rúben’s feet had never run faster than that moment. pep might be calling him a deceit for never being able to break sprint records. and thank god he was a footballer, a centre back at that, so pushing and shoving people out of his way is within his job description.

rúben lifts his wife from the ground, and the shattering sound of his heart don’t escape him as he notices you’re in the position to protect their child even when you’re in danger herself from the ambush. he brings this to you, he brings this to you and his child, and rage takes over at the thought they both shouldn’t have suffered this side of rúben’s professional life.

if these brainless fuckers are suing him for collateral damages on the cameras he throw to the asphalt, rúben’s so ready to hire a hitman on each and every head count.

rúben doesn’t see anything else than red and only when he’s done strapping the seatbelt on you, you bring him back to life like natasha romanov brings back hulk to serenity. you hold him by his face, staring him down like he’s not capable of bloodbath until his breaths return to normalcy.

“enough, my love.”

and all the sudden, there was the calm, collected rúben you married 3 years ago. the one who loves you when you brush the strands escaping his perfectly styled hair after the match, so you do it and he rests his head on your palm when you’re done tucking the strands back in and hands now tracing his unshaved stubbles.

even when you’d just been tackled down, you’re the one who saves him. he’s not wrong at all about you being the stronger one for the 3 of you, strong enough for the family you both are building. and with the thought you have to still play death with god later during labour, he can’t help but fall in love with you all over again.

“te amo, meu amor,” he brings his head closer to yours to feel his world on his hands. “always and forever.”

#anon asks #oh-saints answers #oh-saints writes #oh-saints writes requests #oh-saints writes dad!rúben #dad!ruben #ruben dias #rúben dias #ruben dias blurb #ruben dias blurbs #ruben dias imagine #ruben dias imagines #ruben dias one shot #ruben dias oneshot #ruben dias fic #ruben dias fics #ruben dias fanfic #ruben dias fanfiction #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias x you #ruben dias fluff #ruben dias angst

[fortheloveofwonderland]

You Know My Heart | Part 2/2 | S.R

Not my gif

Part One

Summary - with the wedding rapidly approaching, will Spencer be able to convince you that he’s the man you should be marrying?

A/N - second and final part for @imagining-in-the-margins Wedding Challenge. I have no excuses for why this took so long to post, I’ve had this written since September I just forgot to post it. I’m sorry to those who have been waiting for it.

Pairing - Spencer Reid / Fem! Reader

Category - friends to lovers | angst with happy ending | fluff

Warnings - swearing, pining, mentions of male masturbation, drinking, bachelorette party shenanigans, making out, drunken mistakes, angst, tears.

Word Count - 10.6k

Part Two

92 Days until the Wedding

When Spencer had shown up at your door the following morning with coffee and pastries, you’d almost slammed the door in his face. 

But just before you did he’d blurted out the words shopping and on me and your interest had been piqued. 

So you let him take you on a shopping trip, deliberately making him spend out on frivolous things you’d never normally buy and you had to admit you were impressed by his commitment to make it up to you. 

By the time he almost brought a designer handbag for you, you decided to let him off the hook. 

He was about to hand his credit card over, a look of concern for his poor bank account all over his face, when you reached out and gently placed your hand on his arm. 

“Don’t.” You shook your head. 

He turned to you with a frown, so did the cashier. 

“But I-“

“It’s enough. Seriously.” You motioned to all the bags on the floor he’d been lugging around. 

The cashier gave you a slightly frustrated look as Spencer tentatively slotted his card away, collected up the bags and let you lead him from the store.

There was a coffee cart outside and you brought the both of you a drink before sitting down on a bench surrounded by your haul. 

“You really didn’t need to do any of this.” You spoke, giving him a guilty look. 

“I didn’t hear you complaining.” A smirk twitched at the corner of his lips. 

“Well you were pretty adamant. I would have been happy with a simple apology.” 

“I’ll remember that for next time.” He sipped his coffee. “Because I’m sure there will be a next time. I keep fucking up with you recently and I don’t know why.” 

You exhaled, glancing up at the sky as you played with your coffee cup in your hands. 

“You’re happy for me, aren’t you Spencer?” You asked without looking at him. 

“Of course I am.” He lied, chewing on his lip. 

“Do you think I’m…” you looked back at him and he could see the uncertainty in your eyes. “Am I doing the right thing? Or am I just kidding myself thinking this is going to work out?” 

That was Spencer’s opening. It was the perfect opportunity for him to tell you exactly what he thought about your impending nuptials. 

You were asking him what he thought. You wanted his opinion. 

Your eyes practically begged him for the truth, while you rolled your bottom lips nervously between your teeth. 

Spencer’s mouth was suddenly dry. The words were on the tip of his tongue, caught somewhere in the back of his throat. The words he’d so desperately wanted to say to you since the day at the airport when you’d introduced your husband to be. 

You shouldn’t marry him. This is a mistake. Marrying him will be the biggest mistake you ever make. 

You think you love him but you don’t. He thinks he loves you but he doesn’t. Or maybe he does, I don’t know. But I do know that he can’t possibly love you as much as I do. 

No one in the world could ever love you like I do. And I know what you’re thinking, why am I telling you this now? Why after ten years of friendship did I decide to tell you my feelings after you got engaged?

The truth is, I was stupid and spent all these years burying my head in the sand. I missed what’s been right in front of my face this whole time. 

It wasn’t until we spent time apart that I realised what I’ve probably always felt for you. When you were gone it smacked me around the face like a tonne of bricks. 

I am in love with you Y/N. Maybe I always have been, I can’t say for sure. But I can say definitively that I am in love with you now and I will be in love with you for the rest of my life. 

So no, I don’t think you’re doing the right thing. Yes, I do think you’re kidding yourself. He is not the man you should marry. 

I am. 

Marry me Y/N. Be my wife and let me show you what love really is. Let’s grow old together, create a life together we can one day tell our kids and grandkids about. 

Marry me, not him. Choose me and I swear you’ll never wonder even for a second if you’re doing the right thing or not because you will know you are. 

“Spencer?” You spoke again after he was silent in thought for some time. 

He shook his head, banishing his thoughts from his brain with a heavy sigh. 

“Do you think you’re doing the right thing?” He drummed his fingers against his cup. 

“I think so, yeah.” You nodded. 

“Then that’s all that matters.” He smiled a little sadly before looking away from you, taking a sip of his drink. “This coffee tastes like garbage.”

You frowned, watching his profile as he stared off into the distance. He had a strange look on his features, one you couldn’t place. 

He looked partially contemplative but with a hint of sadness and you didn’t understand why. He’d purposefully changed the subject too. 

Something was definitely bugging him. You just couldn’t tell what it was. 

Even after all these years Spencer was sometimes so hard to read. He’d been trained by the FBI to never give away what he was thinking or feeling. He used that to his advantage. 

“Yeah, it’s not great.” You sighed in agreement, still watching the side of his face intently. “So uh…I need to tell you something.” 

That caught his attention and turned back to face you. Your tone already told him it wasn’t something he was going to like. 

“Please don’t tell me you’re pregnant? Is that why you’re getting married? Did he get you pregnant?” His eyes widened at you.

“What?” You shook your head. “No I am not pregnant! Thanks for that though.” You subconsciously rubbed your stomach. 

“I didn’t mean…I’m not saying you look pregnant! I just…” he trailed off shaking his head before he could dig the hole any deeper. “What did you want to say?” 

You pouted a little at his insinuation before sighing lightly. 

“Well, as you know the wedding is in Rome…” you picked at the sleeve of your coffee cup. 

“Yeah…?” Spencer frowned at you, trying to read your expression which wasn’t at all hard for him. 

It was written all over your face and his frown faded, being replaced by a sadder expression. 

“You’re not coming back, are you?” 

“No.” You shook your head. “Antonio’s decided to sell his architecture firm and start over back in Rome. His parents are getting older and I think he’s worried he doesn’t have a lot of time left to spend with them. I think it’s good, I think we’ll be happy there.” 

You sounded more as though you were trying to convince yourself than Spencer. Spencer just narrowed his eyes on you, scrutinising you. 

“The museum were really happy with my work while I was out there and they’ve procured me a role at the Galleria Borghese. They’re helping out with moving costs and everything.” You smiled but Spencer noticed it didn’t reach your eyes. 

“You don’t speak Italian.” He scoffed. “How are you going to work in a country where you don’t speak the language?” 

“They were actually in need of some English speaking curators. You’ve heard of tourists, right?” You chuckled but it was an uneasy sound. 

Spencer grinded his teeth and turned away from you again. You saw the way his jaw squared and tensed and his nostrils flared with heavy breaths. 

“Just say what you’re thinking.” You rolled your eyes. “Please don’t bite your tongue around me, Spencer.” 

His jaw tightened and he slowly turned back to face you and his eyes were suddenly dark, practically black. 

“Trust me when I say,” he pushed himself up from the bench. “If I told you what I was thinking, our friendship would be over.” 

You watched him turn on his heels and storm away, tossing his half empty coffee in a trash can on his way. 

You chewed on your lip, thinking better of going after him. 

Sometimes with Spencer, it was better to just let him work through his emotions on his own. If you went after him, the two of you would fight and you’d done enough of that lately with Spencer. 

You finished your coffee on the bench before collecting up your things and grabbing a cab home as your ride had left you stranded. 

He’d cool down eventually, he always did. You just had to wait it out.

***

75 Days until the Wedding

If Spencer hadn’t already been sure he was in love with you, he most certainly would have been now.

It was a moment he would never forget for the rest of his life even if he didn’t have an eidetic memory. 

The second you stepped out of that dressing room, a slightly bashful look on your face as you chewed on your lip, the rest of the world slipped away.

The sounds of your bridesmaids chattering between glasses of champagne filtered out to silence. They disappeared from his vision, replaced only by you. 

You and the wedding dress adorned on your body were the only things in existence that mattered to Spencer. 

He was honed in on you like you were the only person in the world. To him, at that moment, you were. 

You looked like a princess. Like a fallen angel come to earth to show Spencer his true purpose in life. 

You were the sun and all the stars in the sky. You were a goddess. 

And Spencer knew without a shadow of uncertainty that you were the love of his life. 

The dress was ivory in colour, short sleeved and lacy all across the bodice. It fit you like a glove, as if it had been hand stitched just for you. It hugged your glorious curves and the long, mermaid train draped behind you. 

You started heading down through the shop but in his mind you were walking down the aisle to him. The displays of dresses on either side of you became people lining your path towards your soon to be husband. 

He stood up from the couch he’d been occupying, imagining himself in his smartest tux, beaming from ear to ear as the most beautiful woman in the world headed his way, to become his wife. 

Tears flooded his vision the closer you got. You floated towards him as though you were walking on air, like the ethereal being you were. 

His heart constricted in his chest and his stomach swarmed with butterflies as he reached for your hands. 

You let him take them and smiled brightly back at him. Your own eyes swam with tears and you rolled your bottom lip between your teeth. 

I do, I do. A thousand times I do, he told you subconsciously but said nothing out loud. 

He imagined sliding a ring on your finger as you recited your vows to one another. He could hear a voice pronouncing you husband and wife.

I do. I do. I do. 

He would draw you into a kiss as you were declared Doctor and Mrs Reid. Faint cheers erupted in his mind and confetti hailed down around you. 

You were the one. You were his one, not Antonio’s. This dress deserved to be worn when you married him. 

Love didn’t even begin to describe how he felt about you. There were simply no words to accurately depict the way Spencer’s heart ached for you. Love wasn’t enough. This feeling had no definition. 

Spencer wanted to relish in it forever. He wanted the two of you to stay like this, trapped in this perfect little bubble and pretend for as long as he could that it was him you were marrying. 

But bubbles were so easy to pop. 

“This is the one, right?” You sniffed back your tears, giving Spencer’s hands a squeeze. 

He swallowed the lump in his throat, suddenly aware that Melody, Tahani, Eliza and the shop assistant were all staring at the both of you. 

“Uh…it’s…beautiful.” He snatched his hands from yours and stuffed them in his pockets, taking a few steps back. 

“It’s perfect, Y/N!” Tahani squealed, quickly spinning you to face her and the other girls so they could get a better look.

Spencer shrunk away and sat back on the couch while the girls cooed over how amazing you looked. 

A tear crept from his eye that he was quick to wipe away. But when he glanced up you were looking over your shoulder right at him. 

And if he didn’t know any better, he’d think he gave the game away, because the look you were giving him was almost as sad as he felt. 

***

57 Days until the Wedding

“Please, tell me again why you’re doing this.” Luke groaned, looking at the display over Spencer’s shoulder. 

“Because I love her and I want to marry her.” Spencer replied without turning around. “I’m swaying towards something more vintage. What do you think?” 

“I think you’ve lost your mind.” Luke rolled his eyes. 

Spencer straightened up from where he’d been leaning over the counter and looked at the aging jeweller. 

“Could you give us a moment, please?” Spencer politely smiled at the man who was quick to slot the trays of rings back into the glass cabinet and lock it behind him before taking his leave. 

As if Spencer looked like the kind of man to rob a jewellery store. 

“Voice your opinions.” Spencer turned to Luke once the man was out of ear shot. “Once and only once. Get it out of your system and then please help me.” 

Luke huffed out a breath, stepping a little closer to Spencer. 

“You’re buying a ring.” 

“I am.” Spencer nodded. “Are we just stating facts now or…?”

“She’s already engaged, man.” Luke rolled his eyes. “You’re buying a ring for a woman who is going to be married in less than two months.” 

“You’re the one that told me to convince her not to marry that guy and to marry me instead.” Spencer folded his arms across his chest. 

“Yeah, but I think you’re jumping the gun a little here, bud.” Luke sighed. “If you don’t manage to get her to call off this wedding, you’re going to be out of pocket thousands of dollars with a ring you can’t do anything with.” 

Spencer let his arms fall back to his sides and let out a heavy breath. 

“We had this…moment.” He pulled a face at how pathetic that sounded when he said it out loud. 

Luke raised an eyebrow at him.

“A moment?”

“Yes.”

“Define a moment.”

Spencer sighed loudly, almost instantly wishing he hadn’t mentioned it. 

“It doesn’t matter.” He shook his head but he knew Luke wouldn’t drop it. 

“It does matter. Tell me.” Luke softened. 

Spencer yet again sighed and ran his fingers through his messy locks. 

“It was when I went dress shopping with her. She walked out in that dress and I…I fucking forgot how to breathe, Luke. And she walked straight to me and she looked at me like I was the only person in the whole world. I swear she felt for me what I feel for her. I’m sure she was trying to tell me with her eyes that it’s me she wants to marry.” He chewed on his lip, knowing how utterly ridiculous it sounded. 

Luke’s facial expression told him just how stupid it did sound.

“Is it possible,” Luke stepped a little closer to him. “That it was all in your head?” 

“Of course it’s possible!” Spencer huffed. “I’m losing my mind here, Luke! I have never felt like this before. I’m a fucking mess. But if there is even the tiniest possibility I didn’t make it up and she does feel the same about me, I want to be prepared. So I am buying a ring today and you can either help me or leave.” 

Luke subtly rolled his eyes with a small sigh before nodding his head. 

“I want to help.” He grumbled slightly. “I just don’t want to see this blow up in your face is all.”

Spencer ignored him, looking over towards the jeweller on the other side of the store and giving him a nod. 

When he returned, he gave a Spencer slightly frustrated look that said buy something or stop wasting my time. 

Spencer puffed out his chest, looked down at the display case and jabbed his finger at one ring in particular. 

It was a white gold Art Deco style ring with a modestly sized diamond set in the middle with a slightly smaller sapphire nestled either side of it. The shoulders were engraved with intricate patterns carved in the metal. 

It was simple and elegant. It was beautiful with a slight vintage flare. 

It was perfect. 

“This one. This is the one.” He spoke with fierce determination and a nod of his head. 

“Very good choice, sir.” The man smiled wryly, fishing his keys out of his pocket and unlocking the case again. 

Spencer’s stomach coiled in excitement. He would defy anyone to say no to that ring. 

Now he just had to decide how he was going to ask you and when. And he’d hope and he’d pray that he was the man you’d choose. Because he simply couldn’t imagine his life without you in it.

***

14 Days until the Wedding

Spencer had been carrying the ring around in his pocket everywhere he went, afraid to let it out of his sight. 

He was also afraid you would find it and he wasn’t prepared to give it to you yet, or to lie about why he had it. 

Two weeks before the wedding he found himself on a flight to Rome with you and the other bridesmaids, your parents and Antonio and his groomsmen. 

He didn’t want to spend the next two weeks in one of the romantic cities in the world with you and him. But he also needed to spend as much time with you as possible as time was running out. 

He found himself sitting with you and Antonio, Antonio by the window and him by the aisle, with you sandwiched in between. 

It was late and most everyone on the flight was asleep apart from the two of you. You were reading a book and Spencer was just watching you as you did so. 

He was mesmerised by you. The way your brows creased when you were confused by something you’d read, the way your lips twitched at the corner when you found something funny. The way you wet the pad of your thumb on your tongue to turn the page and the way you sometimes flicked back a few pages as if to clarify something. 

You absolutely fascinated him. Even your simple micro expressions most other people wouldn’t notice were riveting to him. He could be content watching you all day. 

After a little while you closed your book and shuffled in your seat when you turned to face him. He’d been so wrapped up in you he didn’t have a chance to turn away and pretend he hadn’t been staring at you. 

“Do I have something on my face?” You spoke in hushed tones so as not to disturb anyone.

“What? No.” He frowned. 

“Then why are you staring at me?” Your lip curled into a smirk. 

“I…can’t sleep.” He shook his head. “And I didn’t want to read.” 

“You didn’t want to read?” Your eyebrows shot up. “It must be a cold day in hell.” 

Spencer chuckled, trying to stretch his legs but instead bashed his knees on the seat in front of him and groaned. He was too tall for commercial planes. 

“Satan himself is knitting wool sweaters.” He smirked as a long forgotten memory came to his mind. 

You narrowed your eyes on him briefly as if you were remembering the same thing but you quickly shook it off. 

“Now that I’d like to see.” You laughed, scrutinising Spencer slightly. “You’re not getting laid, are you?” 

“Excuse me?” His eyes widened in shock at the sudden change in topic. 

“Sorry, I’ve just noticed you’ve been a bit…on edge recently. You’re more fidgety than normal. And usually it’s obvious when you’ve gotten laid because you’re always really smug after. I don’t remember the last time I saw you smug.” You shrugged. 

You really could be a profiler, he thought. Or maybe it was only because you’d known him so long that you were able to read him so well. 

“It has been…a while.” He agreed, drumming his fingers on his thigh. 

“Something wrong? In ten years I’ve never known you go through a drought.” You nudged him playfully in the arm. 

“I’m just…I don’t know.” He sighed. “Maybe I’m tired of it, you know? Different women all the time, no strings attached sex. Maybe I only want one woman.” He looked into your eyes, trying to communicate what he was thinking without actually saying it.

And just like in the dress shop, he was sure you knew exactly what he was trying to say. There was a brief moment of understanding that passed between the two of you on that quiet plane as you flew at thirty thousand feet. 

For a second he thought you knew what he meant. He saw a look fleetingly wash over you as if registering what he was trying to say.

But as soon as it came, it was gone again. And suddenly you started to laugh. 

“Oh wow, you almost got there for a second, Spence.” You chuckled, slapping his shoulder. “Spencer Reid with one woman? Man, that’s funny. Hell really would freeze over.” 

Spencer forced himself to laugh along with you although he felt like doing anything but. You were never going to take him seriously. He couldn’t undo ten years of behaviour in a matter of months. 

He didn’t know who he was trying to kid. 

The ring felt like it was burning a hole in his pocket as he felt his heart breaking in his chest. 

“Yeah, I almost had you for a moment.” He looked down into his lap so you wouldn’t see the sadness in his eyes. “I just…I guess I’m bored of DC women.” 

“Probably because you’ve slept with them all.” You rolled your eyes. “Rome will be like a whole new pool of beautiful women for you. You’ll be back in the game in no time.”

He almost told you that the only beautiful woman he wanted in Rome was the one sat right next to him. Almost. He might even have said it if it wasn’t for the fact someone else spoke up. 

“As long as it isn’t any of my sisters.” Antonio stifled a yawn. “Stay away from them.” 

Spencer looked over your head at him wondering how much of that conversation he might have heard. 

Judging by the look in his face he’d not only heard enough but he’d seen the look on Spencer’s face that you’d missed. 

Your fiancé knew he had feelings for you, he was sure of it. Spencer just hoped Antonio would be gentlemanly enough not to mention it. 

***

“You don’t get to do this.” 

One minute Spencer had been about to slot his key into the lock of his hotel room and the next, Antonio was grabbing his shoulder and spinning him around. 

Spencer dropped his duffel bag on the floor and pulled a face. 

“Do what?” He played dumb, which was really hard when he was anything but. 

“You know exactly what I mean. You had ten years to tell her how you felt! You had all the time in the world and you wasted it. So you do not get to decide you want her when we’re getting married in two weeks.” Antonio squared his shoulders and straightened his back. 

He was around Spencer’s height but much broader and muscular than him which made him seem taller somehow.

Spencer mirrored him but didn’t feel at all intimidating. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. She’s my best friend. I don’t have feelings for her.” He folded his arms over his chest. 

“Do you think I’m an idiot?”

“Uh…is that a trick question?” 

“I’m not blind, Spencer. I see the way you look at her and you need to back off. She’s marrying me. She loves me. Get over it.” Antonio spat. 

“She doesn’t give you the doggy bowl look.” Spencer muttered under his breath. 

“What?” 

“I have a theory.” Spencer smirked at you as he went to reach for the door handle.

You pulled a face, trying to decide if you were going to take the bait. You did. 

“Oh, Casanova has a theory?” You raised an eyebrow at him. 

“Yes.” His smirk grew. “It’s called the Doggy Bowl Theory.” 

You frowned, crossing your arms over your chest at his vague nature. 

“Explain.” 

He was suddenly crossing the room back towards you, his smirk so high it hit his hairline. 

“It’s the look a dog gets right before you put down their bowl. When a woman has that look, it means they're attracted to you.” He looked smugly at you. 

“And you’re telling me this, because?” You huffed a little. 

“Because it’s the look you’ve been giving me since I got into your bed.” 

“Nothing.” Spencer rolled his eyes. “Are we done here?” 

“Stay away from her. You missed your chance.” Antonio spat and with that he turned on his heels and marched down the corridor, leaving Spencer alone again. 

His time was rapidly running out. If he was going to get you to call off this wedding and be with him, he had to do it soon. 

He slotted his hand in his pocket and ran his fingers over the ring box. 

Was it possible Antonio was right? Maybe he had missed his chance. Maybe it was time for Spencer to admit defeat and let you be happy with Antonio.

Or maybe it was just time to up the ante. 

***

12 Days until the Wedding

Spencer didn’t see much of you for the first two days in Rome due to you being busy with wedding prep and dealing with both yours and Antonio’s families.

He spent the time exploring a little and you weren’t wrong about Rome being full of deliriously attractive women. 

Honestly, it was like dangling a carrot in front of a starving donkey. And Spencer was utterly famished. 

This had to be the longest he’d gone without sex since his lost his virginity. He was practically climbing the walls, he was so horny and all the gorgeous Italian women were certainly not making that any easier on him.

But Spencer had vowed to himself since he realised his feelings for you that he would not sleep with another woman. You were the person he really wanted. Anyone else would just be a consolation prize. 

But right now, a consolation prize had never sounded so good. 

He had to remain strong. He couldn’t give into his urges no matter how desperately he wanted to. And so over the course of those two days, Spencer spent an unreasonable amount of time masturbating.

On the first day after his run in with Antonio, he’d gotten thinking about the first night he met you and how he would have given anything to fuck you that night.

So while he was showering the smell of the flight off himself, he masturbated.

He’d gone for a walk and found himself in a coffee shop where an unnecessarily beautiful woman kept making eyes at him across the cafe. So he’d jerked off in the bathroom. 

Then he’d gone for a bite to eat after a walk around the Colosseum and his waitress had just been begging to be fucked. Her short skirt and low cut blouse left him reeling so once again he’d locked himself in the bathroom and masturbated. 

That night he’d gone for drinks with your bridesmaids and Antonio’s groomsmen and for whatever reason Melody had been flirting with him like nobody’s business. Her previously frosty demeanour towards him had turned sultry with a few drinks. 

And instead of taking her back to his room and fucking her, he once again masturbated. 

The second day he stayed in his room, thinking without outside stimuli, he couldn’t possibly get so worked up. 

He was wrong. 

It only left more time for him to think about you. 

He played over all the scenarios in his head over the years that could have led to the two of you falling into bed together. 

There had been more than a few occasions when things had heated up between the two of you, only for you to push him away at the last minute. 

The night of the Halloween party when you’d first met, he could have gotten you into bed if only he’d tried harder. 

The following year after a few too many drinks at Garcia’s holiday party, he’d teased you under the mistletoe, and almost had you on his hook.

“Stop it.” You batted his hand away, trying to suppress your giggle. 

“Stop what? I’m not doing anything.” He shrugged, raising his arm over your head again.

“Stop it!” You smacked his arm and this time the laugh erupted from your lips. “Spencer, I mean it!”

“I really don’t know what you’re talking about.” He smirked. 

You glanced upwards and Spencer’s eyes followed to the piece of mistletoe he was dangling from his fingers over your head. 

“Oh wow, how did that get there?” He joked. 

“Put it away.” Your eyes danced with amusement. 

“Can’t.” He shrugged again. “Holiday rules dictate that if you find yourself standing under mistletoe with someone…”

“I am not going to kiss you.” The playful glint in your eyes grew.

“How about I kiss you?” He stepped a little closer, daring to place his free hand on your hip. 

“Spencer…” you trailed off, not sure where you were going with that particular sentiment. 

“It’s holiday law, Y/N. I don’t make the rules.” 

“How many women have you actually gotten into bed with this play?” 

“You’d be surprised.” He chuckled lightly. “It only has a very specific window of time when it works though.”

“December I can only assume?” 

His hand was still on your hip and you hated how nice it felt. 

“Precisely.” He stepped even closer. “So we’re under the mistletoe and like I say, holiday rules dictate-“

“Oh for the love of god just kiss me already!” You surprised him when you blurted that out. 

And Spencer didn’t need to be told twice. 

He leaned in close, moving his hand from your hip to your cheek and cupping your face gently. 

But before he could so much as brush his lips against yours, Garcia appeared out of nowhere, completely ruining the moment. 

“Ohh is that mistletoe?” She drunkenly chirruped before snatching it from his hand. “Thanks boy wonder! Now where is my chocolate thunder?” 

The mood had been ruined after that and you’d avoided Spencer for the rest of the evening. 

Oftentimes when the two of you were drunk you would become flirty with him and there were more moments than Spencer could count where something had almost happened between the two of you. 

Almost.

And he played through every single one of them on a loop while he spent the day in his room. And he masturbated more times than he could count. 

He eventually fell asleep after one too many orgasms, feeling nowhere near as satisfied as he would have liked. 

***

The following day he couldn’t even think about masturbating. He’d well and truly exhausted himself the last two days but at least he wasn’t horny anymore. 

At least he wasn’t, until he saw you. 

The hotel you were all staying in was the same place you would be getting married in twelve days time and set just on the outskirts of the city with its own vineyard and winery on site. 

Spencer slept most of the morning and eventually surfaced from his room in the middle of the afternoon. 

He found you outside at one of the tables on the patio area, alone, with your head in a book. 

You wore a lilac coloured, floor length sundress, with little spaghetti straps and low cut bodice. 

The second he stepped outside his eyes couldn’t help but land on your immaculate cleavage and within an instant he was turned on again. 

How was that even possible? 

He took a few deep breaths, adjusting his slacks as he walked over towards you. 

Sensing his presence you glanced up from your book and smiled at him.

“Hey stranger,” he smiled back as he reached you. 

“Hey, sorry I’ve been MIA. It’s been a crazy few days.” You pushed your chair back and stood up. “We’ve been house hunting.” 

Spencer’s heart plummeted to his stomach at the thought of you looking for houses in a city that was almost four and a half thousand miles away from DC. And with another man no less.

“Sounds fun.” He nodded, trying to hide the disappointment from his face. “Are you busy now?”

“Nope, I’ve got some free time.” You smiled. “What did you have in mind?”

You and me in my room with no clothes on. 

Or you and me with no clothes on, over this table right here.

Or you and me just about anywhere with no clothes on. 

“Wanna take a walk? I haven’t checked out the vineyard yet.” He said instead of any of the things that were floating around his head. 

“Sure.” You nodded, tucking your book inside your purse and slinging it over your shoulder. 

You fell into step together, heading down the bank at the side of the hotel towards the vineyard beyond. 

It was a warm day and Spencer wished he’d had the forethought to pack anything other than pants and shirts, as sweat gathered in his armpits and on his brow. 

You were both silent as you strolled, Spencer was preoccupied with his own thoughts. This was probably the only time he was likely to get you alone and most likely the only chance he would have to tell you how he felt before it was too late. 

He just had to get his words in order, but they were a jumble in his nervous brain. He slid his hands in his pockets and toyed with the ring box as he tried to formulate a sentence. 

You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye, watching the way his brows scrunched up. 

“What are you thinking about?” You startled him a little when you spoke. 

“Huh?” He looked over at you in surprise. 

“I can practically see the cogs turning in your head. What’s on your mind?” 

“I uh…” he swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry. “Do you remember the first time we went to Garcia’s holiday party together?” 

“Vaguely?” You frowned slightly. 

Spencer slowed his pace until he came to a stop and you did the same. You looked at him curiously. 

“Mistletoe.” He smiled wryly at you. 

“Ah.” You laughed slightly nervously. “How could I forget? You were practically begging me to kiss you.” 

“I don’t beg.” He scoffed, fingers still brushing over the ring box. 

“Not how I remember it. Oh please Y/N I have mistletoe you have to kiss me it’s a holiday rule.” You impersonated him. 

“I sound nothing like that.” He pulled a face. 

“You sound exactly like that.” You teased him. “Why are you thinking about a holiday party from nine years ago?” 

Because I wanted to kiss you then and I want to kiss you now. Because I’ve been so stupid all these years. Because I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. 

“No reason.” He shrugged. 

“Liar.” 

Spencer exhaled, cupping the box in his hand. It was now or never. Do or die. It was time to come clean about his feelings. 

“Fine, you really want to know the truth?” He stepped closer to you and you nodded. “The truth is that I am utterly and completely in l-“ 

“Y/N there you are!” Eliza interrupted him, suddenly heading your way with Tahani and Melody in tow. 

Spencer sighed and rolled his eyes. Their timing couldn’t have been worse. Just as he’d finally worked up the nerve to tell you how he felt. 

“What’s going on?” You eyed the girls up. 

“We’re going out! It’s your bachelorette party!” Melody squealed, forcing a bright pink sash into your hands. 

You laughed as you looked at the gold words of Bride-To-Be emblazoned on the sash. 

“Right now?” You slipped it over your head and Spencer took a few steps back, feeling like a spare part.

“Right now!” Tahani grabbed your hand. “Come on both of you, we’ve got a schedule to keep.” 

“Can we just have a minute?” You pulled your hand free of Tahani’s. “Spencer and I were just…”

You looked at him and he was sure you knew exactly what he’d been about to say before you were interrupted. 

It felt like you were silently begging him to finish his sentence. Did you want to hear him say it? Would you leave Antonio if he did? Did Spencer want to be the kind of man that would try and break up a soon to be married couple?

Antonio had been right, as much as Spencer hated to admit it. He’d had ten years to realise he had feelings for you and he’d missed his chance. 

You were happy with Antonio, probably happier than he’d ever seen you. He didn’t want to ruin that. He wanted you to be happy above all else. 

All four of you were staring at him, waiting for him to speak. He plastered on a smile, shaking his head a little.

“Let’s go, we’ll talk later. It wasn’t important anyway.” He knew you didn’t believe that, but you nodded all the same. 

He had to let you go. He had to let you get married and be happy with Antonio. 

Even at the expense of his own happiness. 

***

Another quarter landed in the bucket, jingling against the other coins at the bottom. You smiled a little shyly as the stranger planted a kiss on your cheek and your friends cheered. 

You’d been against the idea of it to begin with. Selling cheek kisses for quarters seemed a little demeaning but your friends had all insisted it was all part of the bachelorette party fun. 

After a few cocktails, you started seeing the funny side and now had a bucket full of quarters and half the men in the bar's lips had brushed against your cheek. 

You found Spencer sitting alone, swirling his whiskey around in his glass. You slipped in the booth beside him, placing the bucket on the table and hearing the coins clank again. 

“Someone’s popular.” He nodded towards the bucket. 

“What can I say? Italian men seem to love me.” You giggled. 

“Can’t say I blame them.” He gave you a soft smile but there was a look in his eyes you couldn’t place. 

“Well there’s one American man who has not put a quarter in my bucket.” You tried to ignore the look. “Cough it up Doc.” 

Spencer chuckled slightly, reaching into his jacket pocket for his wallet and retrieving a quarter. He dropped it in the bucket, but never took his eyes off of you. 

“Now what?” 

“Now you give me a kiss.” You turned your head slightly to the side and tapped your index finger on your cheek. 

Spencer felt his breath catch in his throat. He wanted nothing more than to grab you and turn you back to face him so he could crash his lips against yours. 

But if this was the closest he got to that, he’d take it. 

He took a few breaths before edging closer, catching the scent of your lavender shampoo and your perfume as he got closer. 

He felt heady from your smell as he cautiously pressed his lips against your flesh, closer to the corner of your mouth than your cheek. 

Your skin was soft beneath his lips and he swore he felt a spark of electricity pass between you. 

Something animalistic took over in Spencer and he was powerless to stop his next move. 

He took hold of your jaw, cupping it in his hand and turned you to face him. Your eyes met his and an understanding was shared. You wanted him to kiss you. And he wasn’t going to disappoint. 

You both closed your eyes simultaneously and you felt Spencer’s breath fan across your face. Goosebumps flared on your skin at the small gesture and your stomach coiled into knots. 

You had never wanted someone to kiss you more in your life. You felt as though you needed Spencer to kiss you, like if he didn’t you might crumble into a million pieces. 

His lips brushed cautiously over the corner of your mouth and you couldn’t hold back the small whimper that escaped your mouth at the contact. 

You had been in love with this man for longer than you could even fathom. Just because you were marrying Antonio, it had never changed that fact. 

You’d spent so many years wondering what it might be like to kiss him and now you were on the precipice of finding out. And you were ready to dive over the edge even if Spencer didn’t intend on catching you. 

His hand moved from your jaw to the back of your neck and then his lips suddenly slammed against yours with bruising force, causing you to gasp. 

Spencer tried to slow himself down, take his time, in case this was the only chance he ever got to kiss you. But his hunger for you took over and he just couldn’t help himself. 

When you gasped, your lips parted enough for him to plunge his tongue inside of your mouth and deepen the kiss. In response you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling his body closer to yours.

You tasted like the sugary cocktails you’d been drinking and a slight hint of mint. It was intoxicating, otherworldly. Spencer didn’t have any words to describe it. 

Fireworks erupted behind his closed lids and his heart felt as though it was soaring. It wasn’t awkward or messy like first kisses usually were. It was as though the two of you had been doing this your entire lives. 

You moved together in perfect rhythm and it was barely any time at all before Spencer felt himself growing hard in his pants. 

Little whines and moans were leaving your lips and you held onto him for dear life, afraid you might actually float away. 

The kiss was passionate and needy, two people who had fought their attraction to one another for too long and couldn’t resist anymore. It was desperate and hungry and you wanted Spencer to throw you across the table and fuck you right in the middle of the bar. 

By the time you both dared to pull back you were panting heavily, lips slightly swollen. 

You stared at each other while you fought to catch your breaths, so many unspoken words passing between you. 

But before you could get any actual words out, Spencer was suddenly on his feet, pushing past you out of the booth. 

“I uh…need a drink.” He croaked before he fled.

You stared in his wake, your brain a haze of lust of confusion. 

What the fuck had just happened? 

Spencer had kissed you and then bolted before you’d caught your breath. Was this how he was with his lays? Fuck ‘em and leave ‘em before they can even understand what’s happened? 

Your lungs were on fire and your lips burnt from his kiss. You run your fingers over them, as if you could still feel him there. 

Could you really get married to another man after a kiss like that? There was no way a kiss that magical could be just a kiss. You practically tasted Spencer’s feelings in that kiss. No one was just that good.

There had been so many moments over the past few months where you’d thought Spencer was looking at you differently. There had been moments between you when you were sure he had some kind of feelings for you. 

You’d ignored them up until now, but all those moments combined with that kiss had to mean something. 

And you needed to know once and for all. You needed to know what Spencer was feeling, what it all meant. 

You needed to know if you were marrying the right man. Because right now, you weren’t so sure you were. 

***

A few hours later you’d pulled at all your courage as you stood outside Spencer’s room. This conversation was inevitably going to go one of two ways. 

Either you’d been imagining everything in your desperation for Spencer to love you. You would confront him and he’d tell you he had no idea what you were talking about and you’d never be able to look him in the eyes again, thus ruining ten years of friendship. 

Or he would tell you that you weren’t imagining it, he did have feelings for you and you would be left to decide between Spencer and Antonio. 

Either way someone was going to get hurt. 

You exhaled heavily, hoping to get rid of all your nerves before you knocked on the door. 

“Oh shit.” 

You heard Spencer’s voice carry through the door.

“Fuck. Just…one second!” 

He sounded out of breath and you frowned to yourself. You heard some scrabbling about from the other side of the door for a few seconds before it suddenly flew open. 

Spencer’s hair was all over the place and his face was slightly flushed. He wore nothing but a towel slung low around his waist but you noticed instantly his skin wasn’t wet from a shower. 

“Oh…uh…hi Y/N.” He rolled his bottom lip between his teeth. “I was uh…just about to shower.” 

The bright red, glowing hickey on his neck was the first thing that made your stomach turn. But when you heard the woman’s voice from inside the room, you were about ready to hurl. 

“Spence, come back to bed!” The voice called and your blood ran cold.

You’d know that voice anywhere. You’d grown up hearing that voice damn near every day 

You saw Spencer’s face fall in an instant and you stumbled backwards a little. 

“Y/N…I can explain.” He choked out but you were shaking your head. 

“What’s to explain?” Your voice cracked as you spoke. “Have fun with Melody.” 

“Y/N, it’s not…I mean it is what it looks like but I-I…please let me explain!” He begged but you kept backing away from him. 

“I’ve gotta go.” You spun away from him and you ran in the opposite direction.

Your legs were shaking so violently you didn’t know how you didn’t collapse. Spencer continued calling after you and you heard him padding down the hall behind you. 

You reached your room and managed to get inside and slam the door before he reached you. The second you were inside your legs gave way and you fell to the floor in front of the door and the floodgates holding back your tears broke. 

How could you have thought for even a second that Spencer had feelings for you? Were you really so naive to think a playboy like Spencer could ever have feelings for anyone? 

You allowed yourself to get sucked into a fantasy. For years all you’d wanted was for Spencer to love you and after one stupid kiss you’d let yourself get your hopes up. 

Spencer didn’t love you. Spencer wasn’t capable of love. A leopard can’t change its spots anymore than a lothario like Spencer can. 

You pulled your legs close to your body, wrapping your arms around them and resting your chin on your knees while you sobbed. 

It was only a matter of seconds before there was a frantic knocking on the door behind you. 

“Y/N, please talk to me.” Spencer spoke through the wood. 

You quieted your sobs but Spencer could hear your breathing. 

“Y/N, I’m sorry. I’m a complete fucking idiot. She threw herself at me and I’m…I’m weak ok? I’m pathetic and I’m weak. I didn’t sleep with her though. We…we made out. She took my clothes off. I was…I was about to kick her out I swear. I promise you, I was not going to sleep with her.” He felt foolish talking through the door whilst standing in the corridor of a nice hotel in only a towel. 

But it didn’t matter. He wasn’t going anywhere until you talked to him. 

“Why did you even come to my room? Please, just answer me that.” He begged, not expecting an answer. 

There was a long stretch of silence and Spencer didn’t think you were going to speak. 

He heard you exhale loudly and then you finally spoke, so quietly he barely heard you. 

“I wanted to talk.” You sniffed. “About…about that kiss.” 

Spencer closed his eyes as he felt his tears gathering, pressing his palms against the door.

He couldn’t hold back any longer. The words came spilling out his mouth before he had a chance to stop them. 

“Please.” He croaked. “Please don’t marry him.” 

“S-Spencer.” You choked on another sob. “It’s been ten years…”

“Don’t marry him.” He repeated, pressing his palms harder against the door as though he might be able to push his way through. 

“All these years, Spencer. And you’re doing this now?” Your voice was haggard, punctuated with sobs.

“I know. I know.” Tears escaped his eyes as he opened them again, silently rolling down his cheeks. “Let me in. Please let me in.”

“No.” You hugged your legs closer to your chest. “You’re only doing this because you’re afraid of losing me. You don’t have feelings for me Spencer. You’re just scared.” 

“That’s not true.”

“It is Spencer.” You chewed on your lip. “I need someone who’s going to be there for me, no matter what. Someone who actually loves me. Someone I can trust. I’m marrying Antonio, Spencer.”

Spencer choked on a loud sob of his own, resting his forehead against the cool wood door. 

“I understand.” He croaked. “I hope you’re happy together, I really do. But I can’t watch you marry him. I can’t stand there and pretend that I don’t think you’re doing the wrong thing. I can’t be a part of this.” 

He took a step back from the door, wiping his tears with the back of his hand. 

“Goodbye Y/N.” He whispered. 

You felt your heart shattering into pieces at the thought of Spencer walking away. Suddenly, without meaning to, you were up on your feet. 

But when you threw the door open, he was already gone and the hallway was empty. 

Your bottom lip quivered and you closed your eyes as you stepped backwards in the room. 

“Goodbye Spencer.” You muttered, before you closed the door again both physically and metaphorically. 

***

The Wedding Day

When he’d landed back in the states Spencer went straight from the airport to Luke’s apartment. The older man had allowed him to cry on his shoulder between glasses of whiskey while Spencer explained the whole sorry thing. 

And bless him for not once mentioning the ring he’d brought or saying I told you so. 

He stayed with Luke for two days before going back to his own apartment. His bags remained unpacked by the front door for the next few weeks. 

The only thing Spencer had the energy for was to drag himself from the bed to the toilet and back again. The rest of the time he stayed curled up under the sheets, the engagement ring he’d brought taunting him on the pillow. 

He considered going back to work early just for something to occupy his mind but he didn’t have the willpower to leave the apartment. 

His heart was in pieces. He swore he could feel it physically shattering in his chest although logically he knew that wasn’t possible. But this was all such a new and alien feeling to Spencer. 

He’d never been in love before, never had his heart broken. He slept around, kept women at arms length so as to avoid this exact emotion. 

Over the years he’d let his guards slip, he’d let you get close and never realised the ramifications that would have. 

But now he was feeling the full force of it. He couldn’t ignore it, or push past it like he did every other trauma he’d suffered in his life. This was begging to be felt, demanding to be noticed. 

He’d lost the love of his life and his best friend in one fell swoop. You were marrying Antonio and staying in Rome. And Spencer had to try and reconcile the fact he would surely never see you again.

Over the course of almost two weeks there were a lot of knocks on his front door. 

It started with Luke checking in on him daily. And then Garcia bringing over baked goods which were now going stale in the kitchen. 

JJ and Emily came by as did Tara and Matt and Rossi at various points. 

The knocking on the door got irritating and eventually he’d just left the thing unlocked to save getting up. 

So when after nearly two weeks of this, there was another knock on the door, he groaned with a roll of his eyes. 

“It’s open!” He grumbled from his position on the couch. 

His bedsheets had started to smell so he’d spent the last few days curled up on the couch instead. The smell however had followed him, and it took him longer than it should have to realise it was coming from him. 

He was grumpier than ever today, on the day that you were getting married. He couldn’t stop picturing you walking down the aisle in that dress and exchanging vows with Antonio, becoming his wife. 

He really didn’t have the patience for whoever was at his door right now. 

The knock came again as he tightened his old robe around his body. 

“It’s open! Jeez.” He called louder this time. 

But once again there was another knock. 

He huffed out a breath and angrily pushed himself up off the couch before storming towards the door. 

“For fuck sake, I said it’s o-“ he threw the door open and his words died in his throat when he saw who was standing there on his doorstep. 

He stared blankly at you, as though he had no idea who you were. His expression was completely unreadable. 

You scuffed the toe of your shoe on the wooden floor, chewing on your lip. 

“Uh…hey?” You offered him a small shrug. 

He continued to stare at you, blinking a few times to try and clear the fog surrounding his brain. 

“W-why…what are y-you…why?” His voice was hoarse and croaky where he hadn’t spoken in what felt like days. 

“You left.” You chewed harder on your lip to stem the tears gathering in your eyes. “You just left.” 

“I told you, I couldn’t watch you marry him. Why are you here? Why are you standing in my doorway on your wedding day?” His heart ached for you. You were so close he could reach out and touch you. 

But he didn’t. He couldn’t. 

You sighed and shrugged again. 

“Because I love you.” You replied like it was the simplest answer in the world. “So here I am standing in your doorway. I’ve always been standing in your doorway.” 

Spencer felt his own tears flood his vision. He was desperate to touch you, to hold you. But he refrained. 

“Why isn’t your husband with you?” He choked out, bitterness dripping from tongue. 

You sniffed back your tears and gave him a shaky smile. 

“I uh…I was kinda hoping he was.” You fished in your back pocket and before Spencer knew what was happening, you were dropping to one knee in front of him. 

You pulled out a giant red ring pop, the kind Spencer hadn’t seen since he was a child and held it towards him. 

“It was the best I could do on short notice. It’s the only kind of ring you’re going to find at an airport.” You chuckled lightly, a little nervously. “Spencer, I have loved you for ten long years. You are the only man for me. And if you meant what you said in Rome, if you really meant it-“

“Of course I meant it.” He cut you off, gripping you by your wrists and pulling you back to your feet. “But this isn’t right. Just…just…one second.”

You frowned as he turned away from you and ran back inside his apartment. You stood there in confusion, still holding the ring pop. 

You took a few tentative steps inside the apartment as he disappeared inside his bedroom. 

You watched with a frown as he fumbled picking something up off his bed and soon he was barrelling back towards you, faster than you’d ever seen him move. 

Your eyes landed on the black velvet ring box in his open palm and you gasped, heart skipping a beat. 

A large smile was plastered on Spencer’s face as he lowered himself to one knee in front of you. 

“I meant it, Y/N. I meant all of it. I’ve been carrying this ring around for months hoping to find the words to tell you that I am utterly and inconceivably in love with you and that I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

He opened the box and plucked the ring from its little cushion nested inside and took hold of your hand. 

At some point your tears had sprung free and were rolling down your cheeks. 

“Y/N, will you marry me?” 

“Yes. Yes! Of course I’ll marry you, Spence!” You nodded frantically as he slipped the ring on your finger. 

You helped him to his feet and he was quick to pull you into his arms and crash your lips together. Ten years worth of feelings came pouring out in a single kiss. 

Spencer wished he’d realised his feelings for you sooner and hadn’t wasted so much time not being with you, but he knew he’d never waste another second. 

He cupped your face and deepened the kiss, finally feeling like he’d found his rightful place in this world. 

Tomorrow he was taking you to Vegas or Atlantic City or wherever you wanted to go and the two of you would tie the knot. He wasn’t waiting another day to be your husband. 

But tonight as he started leading you through to the bedroom, the only thing on his mind was getting you undressed and finally getting to be with you the way he’d been desperate for since the first time you met. 

He laid you down on the mattress and climbed on top of you, smiling at the perfect woman he was soon to make his wife. 

“There it is.” You smirked up at him, a playful glint in your eyes. 

“What?” He frowned a little.

You reached up and cupped his jaw, feeling his spiky stubble beneath your fingertips.

“The doggy bowl look. I don’t know how I didn’t see it before.” 

“I do not have the doggy bowl look.” He scoffed. 

“Oh you totally do.” You laughed. “You’re completely starved, Doctor.” 

He laughed too as he stroked your hair back off your face before bowing his head to kiss you again. 

To think if it hadn't been for one Halloween night and him slipping into bed with the wrong woman, he might never have met you.

Maybe he’d unknowingly left a piece of his heart in your bed that night and you’d kept it all these years.  And because of that you knew his heart inside and out, in ways he wasn’t even sure he did. 

But the one thing he did know, was that his heart beat only for you. It always would. And it probably always had. 

***

Ten Years Ago

You typed your number into the device before handing it back to Spencer. He smiled brightly at you, a smile that caused your stomach to tighten. 

“Thanks.” He pocketed the phone, hovering by the door. “So uh…now what?”

“Now you leave.” You chuckled lightly.

“Are you sure you want me to leave? Because I don’t think you do.” His eyes were heavy and filled with lust and you couldn’t deny it made you hot under the collar. 

But you were not caving. No matter how stupidly attractive he was, you were not falling into bed with him. 

“I’m very sure.” You stood your ground. 

“See I don’t buy it.” He shook his head. 

“You don’t buy that not every woman wants to sleep with you? Trust me you are not that attractive.” You lied, hoping your expression didn’t give away how gorgeous you really thought him. 

“I have a theory.” Spencer smirked at you as he went to reach for the door handle.

You pulled a face, trying to decide if you were going to take the bait. You did. 

“Oh, Casanova has a theory?” You raised an eyebrow at him. 

“Yes.” His smirk grew. “It’s called the Doggy Bowl Look.” 

You frowned, crossing your arms over your chest at his vague nature. 

“Explain.” 

He was suddenly crossing the room back towards you, his smirk so high it hit his hairline. 

“It’s the look a dog gets right before you put down their bowl. When a woman has that look, it means they're attracted to you.” He looked smugly at you. 

“And you’re telling me this, because?” You huffed a little. 

“Because it’s the look you’ve been giving me since I got into your bed.” His smugness grew and you wanted to slap the look right off of his beautiful face. 

“You really do think a lot of yourself, don’t you?” You folded your arms. 

“No but you certainly do. I’ll leave now but I am going to call you. And trust me when I say, when you see me in my best suit, not covered in fake blood, and I lay on my charm…” he stepped even closer, hooking his finger under your chin and looking you right in the eyes. “You’ll be begging for me.” 

You swallowed a lump in your throat, almost resorting to begging him now. Your knees were weak and it was a miracle you didn’t fall down. 

But you would not let him have the satisfaction of knowing the effect he had on you. 

“It will be a cold day in hell if you ever get me into bed, you cocky son of bitch.” You stepped out of his touch and his hand fell to his side. 

“I’ll tell Satan to get knitting those wool sweaters.” He shot you one last look before turning back towards the door and sauntering to it. “It was an absolute pleasure to meet you, Y/N.” 

“I wish I could say the same.” You scoffed as he opened the door and stepped out into the hall. 

He gave you one last smile, one that felt like it knocked all the air from your lungs, before he was suddenly gone. 

As you fell back to your bed and closed your eyes, you saw Spencer Reid behind your closed lids.

And for whatever reason, you knew your story was far from over. 

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Mason Mount

First part, this is more just an introduction to the characters, seeing how their relationship started. Maybe a bit of a boring one but hopefully you find the others pick up!

Warnings: Fighting, breakup

Background information

Throwback

You first met Mason when your brother was allowed a friend over for dinner one night, you believed that it was love at first sight. You got the biggest crush on him and obviously couldn’t act up on it because he was your brother friend.

You got embarrassed whenever he came over which seemed to be a long, your mum seemed to pick up your crush quickly.

——

When it came to your birthday, your brother begged your parents to let you throw a party. Which they were happy enough to agree to with strict rules set of course.

You were not too bothered with having a party, you would have been happy enough going out for a meal with your family, it was your brother who wanted the party more, inviting his friends and even strangers.

You had a small friendship group who you invited, they came over early to help you get ready for your big day.

“So is Mason here tonight?” Sarah asked, Sarah was your oldest friends, you had met in primary 1 and had become best friends, she was your closest friend, the friend you told everything too, she was the only one in your friendship group who knew about your crush on Mason, which still hadn’t gone away.

“Yes, my brother invited him” you replied trying to stay calm and collected at the fact Mason would be here.

The party was crazy, you barely knew anyone. “Who are these people?” you asked your brother “My friends” he replied he was drunk already you could tell from the way he was acting.

“Hey happy birthday” you heard a voice say you were grabbing yourself a drink, turning around you found Mason stood there. The kitchen was the only room that was half quiet. “Thank you” you replied feeling yourself getting red, at least you could blame it on the warm environment.

“So how are you feeling?, finally legal and 18” he asked “Good, can’t say this party is really for me though, i don’t think i even know half of these people” you replied “Well if it helps neither do i, guessing it’s some of his Uni friends” Mason didn’t go to Uni he was given the opportunity to become a footballer which was his childhood dream, meanwhile your brother went to Uni to do a 4 year course.

You and Mason stood in the kitchen speaking for a once, you had never spoken to him by himself and for so long. You never realised how nice he actually was.

At once point you got lost in his eyes, and leaned in for a kiss, which he kissed back before pulling away “We shouldn’t have done that, your my best friends sister” he said getting angry, you were embarrassed leaving the kitchen and past the people at the party heading up stairs to your bedroom.

Fuck why did you do that, you couldn’t even blame it on the fact you were drunk, you had only had a couple drinks. You were embarrassed, yes you may of had a crush on him but you were never going to act up on it.

You heard a knock on the door, “y/n let me in please” it was Mason you really didn’t want to let him in, you stayed quiet hoping he would leave but of course he didn’t knocking again before telling you he was coming in and before making a move he was in your bedroom.

“Look i shouldn’t have gotten so angry at you i’m sorry” he said “It’s ok” you replied “No it was rude of me” he said “No seriously it’s ok, it’s embarrassing for me, i never should have kissed you even if i had a crush your my brother friend it’s fine” You replied quickly realising what you revealed to him.

It was silent “I know you do” he revealed to you “How?” you asked “You were always quite obviously with it” he said, you always thought you did well to hid it, clearly not. “And your mum told me” What the heck? Your mum told him “Told me to be nice to you as you had a crush” he explained, you were so embarrassed.

“I’m so sorry” you said as this point in time you wanted the ground to swallow you up. “Don’t be” he replied.

——

That was the last of that chat. The next was Mason birthday he was turning 21. Both you and your brother had been invited.

It was a big party, he had invited some of his Chelsea teammates, derby teammates and some of the england u21 players.

You didn’t know much people at the party, so your plan was too turn up show your face then leave after about 2 hours.

At least that was your plan which definitely didn’t happen. Mason made sure to stick by your side the whole time even though it was his birthday.

“So i have a question for you?” Mason asked “yes?” you hated questions like this at least if it was over messages you had time to think of an answer.

“What will it take for you to go out on a date with me?” he asked you, you were shocked, Mason asking you out of an date, “Maybe just ask me?” you replied you never expected this.

“Well then y/n will you go on a date with me?” he asked with a big smile on his face. “Of course i will” you replied, you couldn’t wait to get home to tell Sarah, you just knew how happy she would be for you.

——

Part 1 is finished. The next part is the break up this was most of a throwback to show you how there relationship started.

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Something in the Night ~ Chapter Twenty-Three

Summary: Following the Battle of the Five Armies, a seriously wounded Thorin Oakenshield returns to Erebor to recuperate and eventually ascend the throne as king. With the deaths of Azog the Defiler and his son, Bolg, Thorin no longer has to worry about the bounty the Defiler placed on his head and can instead concentrate on restoring Erebor to its former glory. 

Nina Carren of Esgaroth has one goal—to make Thorin Oakenshield pay for unleashing Smaug the dragon unto her home—where he destroyed the town and killed her family. The Defiler might be gone, but his bounty remains very much in place, and she fully intends to collect on it. 

Finally, the opportunity shows itself for her to do just that, only to have it go horribly awry. Wounded and now at his mercy, neither Nina nor Thorin stopped to think what might happen, should things not go quite according to plan…

Pairings: Thorin Oakenshield x ofc Nina Carren

Warnings: None

Rating: T

Word Count: 3k

Khuzdul: kunbûna - bitch

Afsêl mê, kunbûnaul -fuck you, you son of a bitch

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“Well, you seem chipper.”

Thorin smiled as Dís came into the Great Hall, where he sat sipping tea after finishing breakfast. “A good morning to you as well, Dís.”

She drew out the chair next to his and sank into it. “Dare I ask why you are in such a good mood this morning? I went to pay Elisin a visit before breakfast, but she was not in her chambers, which leads me to wonder if she is in as chipper a mood as you?”

“I cannot possibly answer that, as she’s not been in my chambers as all, if that is what you’re intimating.”

Dís’ smile faded. “She hasn’t?”

“No. Did you think she had?”

“I did, indeed. And while I should not condone it, seeing you almost cheerful would help me overlook any indiscretions.”

He chuckled softly. “I hate to burst your bubble, little sister, but I did not spend the night with Elisin.”

Dís’ eyes narrowed. “You are still far too cheery to have been alone.”

“I never said I was alone, did I?” He lifted his tea cup to his lips, drew a sip, then lowered it to add, “I simply was not with Elisin.”

“Thorin!”

“What?” He set the cup down and propped an elbow on the table, resting his chin on his fist. “Should I lie and say I was alone?”

“Well… it’s none of my business, really.”

“No,” he nodded, “it isn’t, but we both know that you have a rather difficult time with minding your own matters instead of mine, so I’ll humor you right now. So, you might as well ask me.”

“Ask you what?”

“With whom I spent the night. I know it’s driving you mad.”

A hint of blush stained her cheeks and at first, she said nothing, but then, with a soft sigh, she nodded. “It is.”

“I know. And if it will put your mind at ease before I confess my deep, dark secret, just know, I fully intend to ask her for her hand.”

“Elisin?”’

“No. The woman with whom I spent last eve.”

Dís’ blush deepened. “Thorin.”

“What? I do.”

“Who is she?”

“Her name is Nina. And she is the mercenary who traveled with us from Rivendell.”

“The woman in the infirmary? Your mystery mercenary?” Dís’ eyebrows almost disappeared into her hairline, they jumped so high. “But… she is of Man!”

“Yes,” he nodded, lifting his cup once more, “I am well aware of that.”

“And you—” she leaned closer, her voice barely a whisper, “slept with her?”

He brought the cup to his lips, then nodded, and bit back his own laughter as her jaw actually went slack. It was the first time he could recall seeing his sister utterly speechless, the sight something he wished to savor as long as he could. 

“Thorin!”

“What?” He lowered the cup. “She saved my life. More than once.”

“So you thought you’d repay her by sleeping with her?”

“No, don’t be silly. But, I’ve come to know her—and don't look at me like that, you know what I mean—and in the process… I’ve fallen in love with her, Dís. I wish to marry her.”

The look of shock mixed with hints of horror slowly faded from her face. “You love her? Truly?”

He nodded. “I do. Truly.”

“And she loves you back?”

“She does.”

“And Elisin knows?”

“No.” He shook his head slowly, tracing his forefinger about the rim of his cup. “I’ve not spoken to her yet. That comes next.”

“Save yourself the trouble, Thorin, for I know about you and the whore.”

Both he and Dís jumped at the sound of Elisin’s voice and he twisted to see her standing behind them, in the doorway. He swallowed hard at the cold fury etched into every line of her face, into the icy darkness of her eyes. “Elisin.”

“You were with her last eve, weren’t you?” She came into the Great Hall. “And she opened her legs for you, didn't she? Right in Narnerra’s infirmary. Where anyone might have happened upon you!”

“Elisin, why don't I fetch us more tea and we can talk this out?” Dís asked softly, looking from him to Elisin.

“I don't want any tea.” Elisin’s gaze remained locked on him. “I want to know why you debased yourself with her, Thorin? I would have welcomed you into my bed and yet you gave no indication of even being interested in that, but somehow, that kunbûna—”

“Enough,” he growled, rising from his chair to move and catch her by the elbow, “and this is not the place for this.”

As he spoke, he steered her away from the Great Hall, where they were already garnering looks, and out in to the corridor, where he faced her. “You will take care with what you say where Miss Carren is concerned.”

Every last bit of Elision’s bravado faltered then, her eyes filling with tears. “So, it’s true, then? You spent last night in her company? Tell me, were you plowing her?”

His gut tightened. “We are not discussing this.”

“We don't have to,” she told him softly, her lips now trembling. “You’ve spoken volumes without saying a single word. But, if you will, be honest with me, Thorin. This… this woman, do you love her?”

He held her stare for a long moment, then slowly nodded. “I do, yes. But know this, I did not intend for it to happen. In fact, I tried to tell myself it wasn't happening.” He drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly before saying, “But I was lying to myself, Elisin. And I cannot continue to do so.”

“You should have been honest with me.”

“I should have and I apologize that I wasn’t, but it snuck up on me. As I said, I did not intend to fall in love with her. It simply… happened.”

She pressed her lips together for a long moment, then slowly nodded. “It’s about time you’re being honest with me, you know.”

“I apologize if I hurt you, Elisin, for that was never my intention.”

“Never your in—tell me, what would have happened, had that har—had she—not come back here? Would you have simply let me believe you cared about me? Would you have lied to both of us for the next hundred years?”

A hint of shame warmed his insides. “I cannot say, since it did not go that way. I tried to ignore what I felt for Nina, what I feel for her, but I can do so no longer.” He drew in a deep breath, choosing his next words as carefully as he could, “in time, I hope you will not only understand but forgive me. I did not set out to hurt you, as I said.”

“And yet, you let me believe you felt something for me, all the while you pined for another.” She shook her head, her eyes going cold as fury crept into her voice. “You are a coward, do you know that? A coward and a fool. There is no way anyone here will accept that kunbûna as their queen and I cannot blame them. She is of Man and is not fit to wipe your boots. It’s only too bad that by the time you figure that out for yourself, it will be too late.”

“I think it would be best if you left, Elisin. Go back to Ered Luin, back to your life, as you are no longer welcome here.”

“I would have made a fine queen,” she told him. “And you are only too stupid to see it. Too busy thinking with your co—”

“Enough,” he growled, his patience gone. “I did not expect you to be happy about this, but I did expect you to be civil about it.”

“Civil? You’ve been lying to me the entire time I was here, Thorin. You’ve nerve, you know and plenty of it.” She stepped away from him. “And I hope you and her are very happy together and you have the life you deserve.” 

Her eyes narrowed as she added, “Afsêl mê, kunbûnaul.”  

He said nothing, and she did not wait to see if he would, but instead whipped about and stormed off down the corridor. He remained where he was, watching her until she rounded the corner and disappeared from view. As they’d known each other for so long and had been friends up until just now, he’d thought he’d feel some sense of remorse, of regret, over what happened. But truth be told, all he felt was a sense of freedom, as if a massive weight had been lifted from his shoulders. But at the same time, a hint of concern wove into that freedom and he could only hope Elisin would take her leave of Erebor without any further incident.

****

“Where have you been?”

Although Nina expected Sigrid to have been worried, she didn't expect the anger flashing in her dark eyes or the fury in her voice. Nina’s shoulder and side let her know what they thought about her trek from Erebor to Dale, and so she moved past her roommate, saying, “I had not planned on disappearing, Sig. It was unforeseen.”

‘Unforeseen?” Sigrid closed the door behind her. “Where were you, though? What happened? I was worried sick for you.”

Nina crossed over to the sofa and sank onto it with a sigh. “I was taking out the night’s rubbish and I saw… Thorin Oakenshield on the road back to Erebor. He was about to set upon by orcs and—”

“The dwarf king?”

Nina nodded. “The very same.”

“You know him?”

“I know him well, Sigrid. I offered him my services, as a bodyguard of sorts before you get any ideas, outside of Rivendell and traveled with him from there to Mirkwood. We had a parting of ways there until he came into the tavern the other night.”

“You never said you knew him. Did you know him when he and his Company came through here before Smaug?”

Nina shook her head slowly. “I wish, but no. Anyway,” she brought her hand to her shoulder, which ached almost as much as her side, “I saw him and them and couldn't let him be ambushed, so I helped him and took a blade for my trouble. Thorin brought me to the healer in Erebor and that is where I’ve been.”

“In Erebor.”

“In Erebor.”

“With dwarves.”

Nina nodded. “Well, with one dwarf.”

“Wait… what do you mean, with one dwarf?”

Nina just stared at her for a long moment, and then bit back a smile as a hint of a blush swept through Sigrid’s otherwise fair cheeks. “Nina!”

“What? I said nothing.”

“You did not.”

“Did not what?”

“With Thorin?”

“Sigrid,” Nina bit back her laugh at the look of utter shock on Sigrid’s face, “what are you talking about?”

“Oh my—” Sigrid clapped her hands against her face. “You slept with him?”

Nina grinned then and slowly nodded. “I did and it was amazing, Sig. He is amazing.”

“Oh… oh, my…” Sigrid lowered her hands, then sank on to the sofa as well. “How does that even happen?”

“It happened in Mirkwood the first time. And I cannot say how, because it just… happened.” Nina sighed softly, the memory of that first night with Thorin so very sweet in her mind and she hugged it to her heart as tightly as she could. “And I fell in love with him that night, Sig.”

“In love with him? Have you gone mad, Nina? The only thing dwarves love is gold and you slept with him? Why would you do something so foolish?”

“It wasn't foolish and you don’t know him,” Nina told her softly, shaking her head. “He but passed through Esgaroth, and it was not his intention to unleash Smaug upon us, so please, don't let that color your view of him.

“I’ve come to know him. He is stubborn and loud and proud, but he’s also sweet and gentle and loving.” She shrugged and shook her head again. “And I think he has no idea just what he has to offer, that he is so much more than he thinks he is, and he is a fine leader and his people rightfully love him.”

“Nina, do you truly believe that? You know what he did. You know what he cost you. Cost me. Cost all of us.”

“I know,” she met Sigrid’s hard stare, shaking her head, “but I also know him now. And I know that he never once intended for Esgaroth to pay so steep a price for his quest.”

“Is that so?”

“It is. And I know that you think otherwise, but you also don't know him. At least, not as I do.”

“No, I won’t argue there. I don't know him.”

“Exactly.”

“But,” Sigrid broke in softly, “I know what he caused.”

Nina bit back a sigh. “Yes, I know and so do I. But, I also know that Esgaroth’s destruction was the last thing he’d thought would happen. And he’s making good on his word now, so that’s got to mean something, don't you think?”

Sigrid didn't look at all convinced. “But, Nina… he’s… he’s their king.”

“I know.”

“So, is there a future in it?”

“I hope so.”

“Does he?”

She nodded slowly. “He loves me, Sig. And I know that sounds so trite and silly, but he does. I know he does.”

“So, where is he, then?”

“He’ll be here later.” Nina scowled as Sigrid offered up a long look at that. “He will. I trust him.”

“We all trusted him, Nina,” Sigrid replied softly. “And he lied to our faces. I hope your trust in him this time was not misguided.”

“It wasn’t. I am no fool, Sigrid. I traveled with him from Rivendell to Mirkwood and trust me, I’d come to know him well before I even kissed him for the first time.”

“And if he does not show?”

“He will.” 

“I hope so. For your sake.”

“Have faith, Sig. He will.”

“You don’t know that.”

Irritation welled within Nina’s gut. Sigrid meant well, and she had ever right to be skeptical, but she did not know Thorin. At least, not the way Nina knew him and she knew she could trust him. “I do. You are the one who doesn’t know it or him, at least, not as I do, so let’s assume I know of which I speak, shall we?”

She didn't wait for Sigrid’s reply, but pushed up from the sofa and stalked from the sitting room to her own small bedchamber. She couldn't fault Sigrid her suspicion, but that didn't mean she couldn’t be irritated by it just the same. After all, she knew Thorin, Sigrid did not. 

A few minutes passed, then there came a soft rap on the door and Sigrid said, “Nina, may I come in?”

“I suppose.”

The door swung open with a hint of a creak and Sigrid stood on the far side of the threshold, looking contrite. “I don't like when we have words, Ni. And I want nothing but true love and happiness for you, you know that, don't you?”

“I do, yes.”

“So, understand, I doubt him not because I think you are too stupid to, but because I am able to see the whole picture without any emotion coloring it.”

That irritation flared in Nina’s gut once more, and she swallowed hard against it. “Sigrid, I don’t—”

Sigrid held up a hand. “I’m not finished. I know you fancied him when he and his Company first appeared in Erebor. I overheard you and Lenna giggling about him that night, at the Master’s, when they were arrested for breaking into the armory. And I’m just afraid… I mean…” Her forehead creased and her eyes held deep concern. “You’re alone in the world and that might make you more vulnerable, more ready to forgive. But remember what happened and why you’re alone.”

“I was alone,” Nina replied slowly, nodding even as she worried the faded blue and yellow quilt covering her bed. “But, I’m not now and haven’t been for some time now. And believe me, I do remember. I’ll never forget. But, you should know something, Sig, about why I joined Thorin.”

Sigrid’s eyes widened. “What?”

“I joined him not because of some silly girlhood fancy.” Nina looked up and met her gaze. “I joined him specifically with the goal of killing him.”

Sigrid stared at her for a long moment, mouth as wide as her eyes. Then, she breathed, “You what?”

“You heard me,” Nina replied. “There is a bounty on his head, one placed there by Azog the Defiler. And I initially intended to claim that bounty by bringing Tarog of Gundabad Thorin’s head.”

“So, wait… sleeping with him was a—a ruse?”

Nina couldn't help her grin at the utter horror in Sigrid’s voice and with a chuckle, shook her head. “No. Offering my services as a guard was the ruse. Sleeping with him just, as I said, happened.”

“How much is he worth?”

“To Tarog? Five thousand in gold. To me?” Nina shrugged. “There is no price high enough to describe it. I love him, Sig. I’m not going to harm him. I don't have it in me any longer. The anger, the hatred, the desire to end his life? They’ve all fled. Life is too short to be so angry all the time. Not when I can be happy. And Mama, Lenna, Rhys—they wouldn’t want me living with hatred and revenge in mind. Lenna would be tickled to know I’d won the heart of the very dwarf she thought would never notice me.”

“Does Thorin know this?”

“He does. It took him some time to process it, to work through what he rightfully saw as my betrayal, but it’s a funny thing, Sig, he’s seen as much misery and death as I have and I think… I think he feels love is preferable as well. Remember how he was when they came through Esgaroth? Angry and arrogant and focused only on reclaiming that blasted mountain. Now, he smiles. He laughs. I think he’s come to the same conclusion as I have. And don’t worry. He will be here in a bit.”

“I hope so.”

“He will. You’ll see.”

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CW: making out, blood, lowkey hematolagnia, very suggestive, no gender specificed

Felix was happy today. More than usual. Yeah he was mostly all smiles and sunshine almost every day. But today he was all giggles and the Sun itself. Apparently, breakfast in bed from you, and then going to the company and hearing they were getting a vacation (a very well deserved one, if you might add) did that. He was smiling and giggling so much today that you seriously couldn't remember the last time when he was this happy aside from your last birthday. So it wasn't surprising that he was really into making out today. You both had decided to spend the day all cozy and fluffy. Wrapped in the softest blanket, with hot chocolate on the bedside table, and reading him the latest book that had gone viral recently. But he definitely wasn't as interested in the book as he was in you.

And so started the light pecks along your neck, then jawline, then both cheeks, the forehead and finally your lips. The light pecks soon turned into kisses and then full on making out while you ran your hands through his soft blonde hair. He just couldn't control himself today. Maybe it was the pure happiness radiating off of him or maybe his teeth were sharper today for some reason, but the moment his teeth sunk into your lower lip, you hissed and your hand instinctively came up to touch it. He was startled and pulled back immediately, watching your lip bleed and thick droplets of blood collecting on your lip.

"Fuck I'm so sorry. I-I didn't me to, seriously. I just- I don't kno-" you cut Felix's rambling off.

"It's fine, really. Don't worry about it." You reassured him.

"B-but you're crying." He mumbled, his eyebrows scrunching whether in confusion or a sad frown, you couldn't tell.

You lightly rolled your eyes at that. "I'm not crying Lix, my eyes are just tearing up. Nothing more."

"Are you sure?" He asked again, concern evident in his voice.

"Of course. And if I'm being honest... it was actually kind hot." You mumbled the end, suddenly feeling embarrassed for confessing that.

He gulped before saying "Don't say stuff like that."

"Why?" You questioned with a head tilt.

"Because it'll do something to me." He leaned closer. You could feel his breath on your lips as he spoke and cupped your cheek.

"Well what if I want something to happen to you?" You question again, sliding your hands into the back of his hair.

"Yeah?" He asks and his eyes darken.

"Yeah." You answer before you're back to making out again. You can feel your own blood on his tongue and you have a feeling this won't be the only time that'll happen tonight.

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