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margowritesthings · 1 year

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The Greatest Gift A Cowgirl Could Ask For

a @rdrevents Valentines gift exchange for @cowboydisaster

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pairing: Arthur Morgan x f!reader word count: 4,400 words warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, explicit language, sexual themes, vaginal sex, mentions of death, unprotected sex, throwing up (TW EMETOPHOBIA), very brief mention of SA in the past, unexpected pregnancy, mentions of Micah Bell a/n: am I britney spears in her 2000 grammy award winning song??? because oops, i did it again. i don't know how I managed to get Bea as my recipient for a SECOND time, but it only felt right to carry on building this universe I've made for her and lying to her about it all week. Whoops.

Bea, my beloved, Happy Valentines Day. You deserve the world and Im so glad I could dedicate this fic to you. Honestly I probably couldn't have gotten the motivation to get back on my feet and write again if it wasn't for you. Thanks for everything you do bby and I hope this lives up to your 'if by some miracle you get me for your gift exchange disregard my prompts and write a TGG prequel' (yes she actually said that) idea. Love you lots xxx

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My Darling Wife,

I’m writing to you from up near Tempest Rim. I’ve tracked this bounty all over the goddamn Grizzlies and I’m ready to come home to you. I miss you so much and I’m real sorry I can’t be home in time for St. Valentines. Hopefully I can catch this bastard soon and make it up to ya. We’ll go to the theatre and sit right at the back, how’s that sound? I’ll move heaven and Earth to be beside you soon, you know I will.

I can’t wait to see you, sweetheart. I’ll be there as fast as I can be with enough money to take you out on the town. Won’t be long, I promise.

All my love, Arthur

Your finger runs over his looped script, over and over as if it will somehow will your husband out of the crumpled paper and into your bed. It’s been 2 months since the letter arrived, 2 months of the agony of not knowing if he’s dead or alive robbing you of sleep each and every night. You miss him, more than you could ever imagine one person could miss another and you honestly don’t know what you’ll do if he doesn’t come home.

It’s a 600 dollar bounty, it’s sure to be a tough job you constantly reassure yourself, unable to focus on anything but the absence of half of your very soul in every waking moment.

The day he comes home starts like any other. Time's arrow marches on, the sun rises and sets over your makeshift family as they work and plan and rob and hunt. You busy yourself planning a job with Karen, cushioned into your schedule between menial tasks so that it’s just that bit easier to not think about him. As usual, your efforts are in vain, but at least the chores are done, your steed Diesel is happy, and, all being well, you and Karen will have about 30 dollars to split between you when the week is out.

An hour before he comes home, everyone retires to bed, save for John (who’s on watch tonight) and you’re left alone by the campfire. It crackles and pops, embers swirling the air around you. It feels like you stare at the twisting flames until your eyes blur and burn and you can’t tell which are tears of irritation to your senses and which are your heart breaking once more.

Moments before you’re reunited with the second half of your heart, you hear John yelling. It’s instinct that drives your hand into your holster, still resting against your hip despite the late hour, and you perk up like a startled deer, straining to decipher Marston’s words.

“Who is it?!” “Arthur, you dumbass!”

Arthur.

Arthur?

“Arthur?!” It’s a breathless shout, barely heard over the rushing blood in your ears as your feet take you to your husband before your mind can even fathom that he’s here.

But sure enough, when you reach the edge of camp, heart racing, you see Arthur Morgan riding his chestnut mare straight towards you, spurring her into a gallop as soon as he lays his eye on his waiting wife. Marston probably makes some remark about who ‘decided to show up’, but to you, there is nothing but you and Arthur, two magnets parted by an unnatural force finally reaching each other again with a deafening crash.

And it is. A crash, that is, when Arthur all but throws himself off his saddle and your bodies collide, great big arms wrapping around your frame. It is then that the tears fall down your cheek, soaking into Arthur’s coat that smells so much like him it truly feels like a dream.

You thought he was dead.

Only when you’re safely in his arms, when he’s pressing frantic kisses to your head, whispering your name over and over into your hair do you allow yourself to admit that fact. You thought he was never coming back, and yet here he is. Words fail you, the overwhelming emotion settling right in your throat.

“Oh, god… oh, darlin’ I-I missed you so much…”

You feel two large hands cup your cheeks, pulling you in for a kiss that holds everything and anything the past 3 months could have been had you not spent it apart. But everything fits back into place, the world starts spinning again and you’re whole the second Arthur Morgan’s lips meet yours. It lasts a lifetime, it lasts a fraction of a second. You want to stop time, keep Arthur in your arms forever and never again have to go through the torture of being away from each other. The two of you only part to throw near identical scowls at John, who is amusing himself by telling you to get a room.

Unfortunately, as Ms. Grimshaw so often reminds you all, the Van der Linde Camp is not a hotel, so tonight you will not be afforded the luxury of a private suite as John so kindly suggested. There is only your tent, hitched against the gang’s weapons wagon, the old canvas pulled around to offer a little privacy when you and Arthur first started… well, needing the seclusion.

Calloused fingers intertwine with your own digits, Arthur’s other hand flipping John off before his weight pulls you towards your little corner of camp. There's so much purpose in his stride, the need to have you all to himself, not even share you with the lord above or wildlife below, driving him forward. Driving him home.

When you’re finally, truly alone, the tears welling in your eyes glistening in the candlelight, no words are needed. Soon enough, you’ll talk for hours on end, catching each other up on every little detail of the last few months. But for now, all that there is and all that could matter is right this very second, when Arthur reaches for you, brushing a thumb over the tear tracks on your left cheek. His eyes, looking almost emerald in the dark of night, roam over each and every detail of you with such an intensity in him that you think he’s trying to remember this moment for the rest of time. You’re sure it’s one you could never possibly forget.

Arthur snakes both arms around your waist, guiding you backwards until the backs of your knees gently hit the cot and you lay back onto it. He covers the full length of you and then some, making you feel so fragile and small. It’s nice to feel breakable for once, to let go of the need to be the strongest in the room, lest you be ridiculed for being too sensitive or too weak or too womanly. Arthur knows just how strong you are, you need to prove nothing to him, so you can submit to his embrace, allow yourself to just breathe for once knowing you can break and there’s re will always be somebody to put you back together.

He lowers himself to your lips, pressing a kiss to them that doesn’t last nearly long enough. Arthur then kisses your nose, then your cheeks and chin, before trailing down to the crook of your neck. Your skin feels as though it’s on fire, so starved for the man you cannot live without that now he’s finally here everything feels that much more intense. The tiniest scrape of Arthur’s teeth against your flesh shoots through every single nerve in your body and you moan right into his ear. You can actually feel him harden against your thigh at the sweet melody of your pleasure.

Pushing Arthur’s hat off to the side, your fingers rake through his hair, nails scratching at his scalp encouragingly as he nibbles at your skin.

“Oh, Arthur… Oh, I missed you so much…” You breathlessly whisper, feeling your heart skip a beat when he pauses his movements to glance at you from under impossibly long eyelashes, jade green eyes glistening up at you.

“I missed you too, sweetheart. So so much.” His voice is soft, as if he’s handling the peacefulness around you so delicately and it causes the overwhelming emotion to well in your chest and choke up your throat. Arthur sees this, trying not to be too taken with his own surprising amount of emotion himself, and relieves you of your job of a response by directing his attention to the buttons of your shirt. You don’t remember him pushing your jacket off your shoulders, but there it lies on the floor beside the entrance to your tent, so he must have.

Despite the juxtaposition of such dainty buttonholes and such large fingers, Arthur expertly undresses your top half until you’re bare to him. He takes no time at all to take one of your nipples into his mouth, kissing and sucking at it with a hunger you feel right in your toes. You moan loudly, unable to stop yourself after yearning for this very feeling for so long.

Arthur coos and shushes you and it vibrates across your skin, not helping you stay quiet in the slightest. The hand not tugging on his dirty blonde locks reaches between your two longing bodies to begin to unbuckle his belt. You can feel your own heartbeat throbbing between your legs, your coil growing tighter and tighter by the second. It’s been almost 3 months since your bodies have joined like this, and yet you’re not sure you can wait another minute.

You’re purring for Arthur, twitching and grinding as your hand fumbles desperately at the belt. His absence from your skin is agony the second he pulls his hips back to sit up straight. Spotting your downright bratty expression, bottom lip protruding in a pout, Arthur chuckles lowly, “Patience, baby… I gotta get these damn clothes off us.” He gestures to his belt, still very much buckled around his waist. Definitely not your fault. He was being far too distracting.

He’s quick, you’ll give him that, shedding his clothes without taking his eyes off you. You burn under his stare, even more so when he crawls back on top of you to slide your boots off one by one and peel your pants and undergarments down your legs.

The heat radiates off his huge body, his cock pulsing with need. The way he’s putting his weight into his arms to stop from crushing you with his weight adds a definition to his already beautifully sculpted body. Reaching down, you brush the tip of your finger oh so gently over his rosy head, finding a bead of cum already leaking, and you snap. You can’t wait a second longer, scratching and gripping at him like he’s the air you need to breathe.

“Please, Arthur, please I need you. S-So long, it’s been so long-” “Shh, I know, princess, I know. I’m gonna take care of you, okay? Gonna take care of your pretty little cunt, I promise.” He soothes you, though his own voice is shaky from the very effort of restraining himself, maintaining his control to not drive into you and ruin you. While he whispers to you, he lines himself up at your entrance and you quiver in anticipation.

In all your years before you met Arthur, you never really saw sex as anything but something to give, or worse, something to be taken from you. You never truly understood, not until you met Arthur, who taught you it’s something to share, to experience. With Arthur, it’s different. It is connection and pleasure and it’s wonderful and god damn it, it’s addictive. So when Arthur slides into you, letting out a visceral, guttural groan as he does, everything is right in the world.

You feel so full, especially when Arthur pushes all the way to the hilt, connecting you completely at the pelvis. The moan that escapes your lips is downright obscene and Arthur crashes down into your mouth to swallow it.

Maybe it’s the fact that it’s been so long, or the emotion of it all, but you swear you can feel everything. Every vein and ridge, every twitch and movement of his perfect cock as Arthur slowly starts to move in and out of you.

“Fuck… s-so good, darlin. So tight- y’feel so fucking good, princess…”

You’ve never hurtled so close towards a climax so quickly in your life. His torturously slow, deep thrusts drag into your sweet spot every fucking time and trying to hold back brings a blur into your vision. Your own hips grind against his, Arthur gripping into your flesh to guide you perfectly in time with him.

“I-I’m so close already, Arthur… fuck…” You breathe out, your breath tickling Arthur’s ear and sending a visible shudder down his spine. He looks proud at your admission.

“You missed me that much, huh? Gonna cum for me already, darlin’?”

He gives you no time to respond, pressing a thumb to your clit and rubbing in time with everything else. You implode, pulling Arthur down to catch the scream you’re about to wake everybody up with. It has never felt so intense, and with every thrust Arthur fucks into you it only grows and grows, shattering you to pieces for Arthur to fix back together again.

When you return, a rhythmic thudding in your ears, the first thing you see is Arthur, of course. His jaw is fluttering madly, a bead of sweat clinging to his forehead but the candlelight makes him look ethereal. You still can’t believe he’s here, alive.

Tears start to glisten in your eyes. You’ve never cried during sex before, not for anything positive, at least, but somehow this doesn’t feel wrong. Arthur slows again, watching you, and you spot an extra shine to his own jade orbs. He knows. He feels it too.

He’s right there with you. As he always is.

He brushes a piece of hair stuck to your forehead away, and the gesture is enough to send the tears falling down the same worn path on your cheeks as before.

“I love you, Mr. Morgan…” “I love you, Mrs. Morgan…”

It seems to become too much for Arthur to stay still, and you’re glad for it. You’re desperate for the friction, already flying towards another orgasm. He’s really fucking into you this time, pulling almost all the way out before driving back in. He’s groaning and growling and you decide in that moment that it’s your favourite sound in all the world.

“I… I ain’t gonna last much longer, baby…”

“C-Cum in me…” “Huh?” He slows, shuddering at the exertion required to control his movements, “I-”

But you’re not listening to his protests, your nails digging into the skin of his back and ass and anywhere else you can reach to urge him forwards again.

“Please Arthur, I-I need you… I need you to cum with me, I need you with me…” you plead with him, not truly understanding your need but honouring it. You’ve been without him for so long, you deserve him with you now.

He appears to consider you for just a moment, before diving down to lock your lips with his. His tongue delves into your mouth, tasting every bit of you and he starts to pump into you unreservedly. His body grinds against yours and the friction is perfect and you’re so fucking full and before you can even try to hold back, you’re cumming again, stars scattering your vision, heart pounding out of your chest to find release from it’s mortal, physical cage. Your inner walls twitch around Arthur’s length and this time, he doesn’t hold back either.

His eyes fly open and lock onto yours as you both climax together. It’s vulnerable and strange, but perhaps more connected than you ever thought possible for two people to be.

Arthur’s cock twitches inside you, pumping out his spend as he groans viscerally, completely losing control of his rhythm as he thrusts into you one last time, harsh and deep. You’ve never experienced this before, with Arthur or any other man, normally erring on the side of caution when it came to such matters, but even as you come down you can’t bring yourself to regret it. Whatever you and Arthur just experienced together felt spiritual, and worth much more than a little risk.

Arthur collapses, even as depleted as he is still considerate enough to collapse onto his elbows and not crush you. He slides out of you, earning a little wince, and rolls to the side so you can rest your head on his chest. It’s like a locket that’s been ripped apart, finally fixed together with the most satisfying click.

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Two months later, life has returned to its equilibrium. You and Arthur are perhaps clingier, still in a sort of second honeymoon phase where you just can’t seem to keep your hands off each other, more so than usual. It’s a side effect of prolonged solitude, you’re sure.

The first time it happens, you blame Pearson and think nothing of it. It’s pretty early in the morning and you’re sitting with Tilly and Abigail, peeling potatoes for the stew tonight. Abigail is venting her frustrations about when John did this and John said that, and everything feels so normal. Pearson arrives, throwing a rather large, rather dead fish onto the table you’re leaning against and you feel the thud from the weight of it vibrate against your back.

It isn’t until the smell invades your senses that everything starts to feel off. It smells exactly like all the other fish Pearson has ever slammed onto that poor table, which doesn’t explain why you immediately lurch forwards, grabbing an empty bucket and throwing up your breakfast. The fish stench is suffocating and all you can do is get the hell away from it, not noticing when Abigail’s brows knit together almost… knowingly?

You skip the stew that night.

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The second time it happens, you try not to think about it. You’re riding Diesel and almost don’t make it off him in time. There is nothing to set you off, no horse shit or rotting animal at the side of the road, and yet in an instant your stomach feels like it has been flipped upside down.

The sheer volume of your retching catches Arthur’s attention and he tugs on the leather reins in his hands to steady his mare.

“Darlin’? Y’alright?”

His concern is evident in his tone and in the tight line between his brows, which deepens when he finds you unable to respond in anything but a frantic nod. He dismounts, spurs clicking against the dusty ground when he approaches you.

“Oh, sweetheart… that’s it, easy, easy… you’re okay…”

You feel gentle circles rubbed into the tense muscles of your back as you try to get through this again. It’s not lost on you that Arthur is speaking to you like a spooked horse, but it actually really does help. (You decide to prioritise peace of mind and not psychoanalyse why that is). Eventually, it relents and you regain your composure, albeit somewhat less gracefully than you’d have liked.

“Sorry… I don’t know what’s gotten into me, maybe I ate somethin’.”

Your apology for something you can’t help earns you a sad smile from your husband, who places a loving kiss on the top of your head before reaching for your discarded hat and putting it back on for you.

“Y’don’t gotta apologise. I gotcha, darlin’.”

You know he does.

He always does.

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The third time it happens, the luxury of denial is stolen from you. It’s early enough that your view while you sit with Abigail drinking coffee involves glorious hues of orange and pink scattered around the rising sun. It’s peaceful, tranquil. The warmth of the little metal mug in your hands and Arthur’s jacket around your shoulders is enough to ward off the fresh morning chill in the air.

There is absolutely no warning when it hits, when it happens again. You’re so goddamn sick (no pun intended) of hurling. Your eyes water and your throat hurts a little and you curse under your breath when it’s over. Abi is beside you, rubbing your back in an attempt to soothe you. She waits until it’s over before speaking hesitantly.

“Uh, can I ask you somethin’?”

You nod, eyes still red and glistening as you swirl coffee around your mouth to take away from the awful, acidic taste lingering.

“When did you last bleed?”

“What, like an injury? Uh, I cut my hand couple days back, but I don’t see what-“

… Oh fuck.

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The anxiety bounces around your body and you decide that you’ve become far too acquainted with the concept of nausea. You can actually tell the difference between nerves twisting your stomach and… well, let’s say it as it is: morning sickness. This is the former, you deduce, spinning both your engagement and wedding ring around your finger to give your hands something better to do than carve fingernail-shaped moons into your palm. He should be home any minute now. Any minute now and it will all change forever.

It’s quite late, but the poker game Arthur was scoping out for potential jobs is known to last a while. You’re the only one still awake, poking the embers of the campfire to keep yourself as comfortable as possible.

You hear hooves hitting dry dirt first, and it seems to trigger your fight or flight response. God, you’d love to run away from this, but that is pretty much impossible, so fight it is. It’ll be the greatest fight of your life, you’ll soon learn, one you’re privileged to be a part of. But right now, it feels like an all-consuming unknown.

Arthur can tell something is wrong the second he sees you. You’re terrible at hiding things, especially from him. He always reads you as though you have a poster advertising your feelings printed on your forehead. Arthur dismounts, kissing you tenderly on the temple and wrapping his arms around you.

“What’re you still doin’ up, darlin’? Is everything alright?” You can feel his worry vibrating in his chest as you nuzzle into his embrace.

“I’m fine, I’m fine, I just… Can we talk? I kept the fire goin’.” You say it into his shirt, reluctant to move from this hold.

“Of course…” there’s something in his voice, a tense apprehension that really doesn’t help the knot contorting itself in your gut.

While you’re more than capable of keeping a fire going, Arthur is an expert, and has it healthily burning within seconds of you sitting down on the overturned log the gang has fashioned into a bench. You’re back to spinning your beautiful gold bands around your finger, trying to remember to breathe in and out every so often.

“What’s goin’ on, sweetheart?” His voice is so soft, so kind that it makes you want to cry. But you promised yourself you wouldn’t until you’d told him, because this might just be the most important conversation you’ve ever had, and you definitely won’t get through it if you’re a blubbering mess.

“I, uh… I… somethin’s happened.”

You hear his breath hitch in his throat and Arthur leans towards you, completely enveloping your hands in his. They’re sandwiched in now and you can’t fiddle with your rings anymore.

“What? What happened? Was it Micah? If he’s said somethin’ to you, I’ll kill him, the rat bastard-”

“No, no, it’s… as much as I’d love to see that, it’s not him.”

The tension releases. Just a little bit.

“I’m pregnant.”

Oh wait, there it is.

The silence is deafening, even though you’re almost certain it isn’t actually silent out here right now. There's a fire going and crickets are just metres away, you’re just shutting down with nerves.

The normally so often tense, fluttering jaw of Arthur Morgan is slack, his eyes wide and gaping at you, occasionally flicking down to your so far bump-less belly. (You should know- you’ve been obsessively looking in a mirror any chance you get for some sort of sign that this is really happening).

Say something. Please say something. Please don’t be angry. Oh, God please don’t hate me.

“I-I… You’re pregnant?” He repeats, reassuring you that you haven’t actually gone deaf, though his tone holds no indication of anything but shock. That’s probably fair…

You nod, hands instinctively reaching over your belly. It feels… weird. Holding your hands over your baby. Yours and Arthur’s baby.

“It happened a couple months back, when you got back from The Grizzlies, I think… I-I’m sorry, Arthur. I shoulda’ been more careful and-and…” You’re rambling, filling a silence that probably should just be allowed to be a silence.

“There… There’s gonna be a baby?”

There. Right there, adorning Arthur’s beautiful features, is the pull of a smile. It chokes you up instantly, so far deep in nightmares of arguments and unhappiness that you hadn’t even considered the good. You start to nod, a little bit of your fringe falling in your face.

“Yeah… There’s gonna be a baby. Our baby…”

“Our baby…” He repeats, his arm raising to brush the hair away from your eyes in such a natural manner it feels like it’s just his instinct to care for you. It is his instinct to care for you, Arthur has shown you that in every minute of every day of your marriage, and suddenly you’re not sure why you’ve been so scared.

“I’m gonna be a dad?” He still seems in disbelief, but that’s normal. It’s taken you a few days to come to terms with it, and even then the fingernail marks in your palms are still red raw.

“You’re gonna be a dad.”

It hits him. Really hits him and he all but throws himself into you, scooping you up and spinning you around as he laughs unreservedly.

“Well goddamn, I’m gonna be a Daddy!”

You laugh with him, worries and anxiety a distant memory as your feet swing around in the air. You’re probably waking the camp up, but you don’t care all that much. Right now, you’re the happiest girl in the world.

A baby. There’s gonna be a baby. Arthur’s baby.

Really, it’s the greatest gift a cowgirl could ask for.

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hyuckfull · 19 days

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that eunseok post… i’m insane…

anyways you mentioned that you need someone to talk about eunseok with you, i would be more than happy happy to help 😈😈 he has an aries venus so im convinced he’s a real freak and just his demeanor like… ik he’d be into some crazy shit idkkkk

so sorry it took me a bit to think of a reply because i have so many ideas (and i have a little something for him in the works but!) irdk what this is but lots of public sex and voyeurism(?) i needed this one to be filthy

people with an aries venus loves spontaneity. so eunseok being in the mood is just as spontaneous because he’s the type to put them into action immediately.

like fingering you under the dining table while he talked about your plans of travel to your parents with a straight face. or having to pull you away to eat you out in your childhood bed… or asking sungchan to have you sat on his lap while eunseok teases your folds with his cock.

eunseok and his weird affinity for public sex because the risk excites him. doesn’t care if you both get caught so he let’s them put on a show and he’d be so rough while you’re getting fucked out. relishes when you clench around him when you hear footsteps getting closer.

he would fuck you on the parking lot after you watched a movie. you’re leaning on the hood of the car taking him from behind hoping you don’t get caught by security. or by the shelves at the roller rink after a date while the janitor obliviously cleans up before it closes.

maybe after a party you’re sucking anton’s fingers while eunseok bottoms out inside you. your back against anton as he tried to focus on the feeling of your tongue working on his index despite the alcohol overtaking his own sense of self awareness.

while eunseok doesn’t mind sharing at all, only he can fuck you while the others could only watch and touch you because the thought of you clenching for someone else is something he hates. maybe not sungchan though, he’d definitely let sungchan fuck you especially when he’s not there. he’ll watch your face contort in pleasure through a video call as you’re holding up over your face. then changing it from the face cam to show where you connect with sungchan and he’d be cumming from just that.

cum eater eunseok too… licking himself off your chest before asking you to suck on his tongue to clean it off (okay i’m going overboard now)

he’s just very passionate and it gets you always hot and bothered. you’re just as a big of a freak as he is which so it doesn’t matter if you almosy choked on your spit while you suppressed your moans when he’s fucking you where he’s not supposed to

#eunseok smut #riize smut #📬 for me #꒰੭⸝⸝´`⸝⸝꒱੭ by minnie ! ♡#spicy ! ❤︎⠀ྀི ࣪ ˖

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shitouttabuck · 5 months

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fuck it friday

tagged by @rewritetheending @transboybuckley @eddiebabygirldiaz @devirnis @eowon <333

hi i know i literally just said i was gonna work on christmas fic but i was listening to my wrapped mix and yelling along to i can love you better by the chicks and now im writing this......

“Buck,” Eddie says, borderline hysterical. “You’re in my will. You’re—you’re in my house.” He flings an arm out, hoping it does the job of encompassing all he doesn’t need to see to know is there: the National Geographic subscription Buck gets delivered to Bedford Street instead of his loft so Chris can read them too, the scraggly herb garden on the dining room windowsill, the marks on the doorframe that start at four feet and shoot up to six foot two because Chris couldn’t stop giggling at the idea of Eddie making a notch in the wooden panel to measure Buck alongside his own growth spurts every six months. He thinks Buck gets it, his eyes darting around the room, but then he turns back to Eddie and there’s still so much stubborn sadness in them. Like he’s looking at all these things that tie them together as tangibly as Eddie is capable of hoping for, permanent in a way he didn’t think he’d ever trust again, but Buck’s not seeing that. Looking, refusing to see. Eddie reaches out clumsily, grabs Buck’s hand and pulls it roughly against his own chest. His palm splays over Eddie’s heart, thin t-shirt doing nothing to keep the warmth of him from bleeding into Eddie and every promise Eddie wants to make bleeding out. “You’re in here,” he says, voice scraping. “In every way that counts.” Buck’s fingers twitch against Eddie’s chest, flexing and crumpling the fabric. His nostrils flare for a second, an attempt to measure his breaths or keep some emotion in check, maybe. The grip on Eddie’s shirt eases, his palm lying flat once again. “I know that,” Buck says then, quiet. He doesn’t sound surprised, so maybe Eddie’s misread his doubt in belonging here. “It’s not a lack of love. It’s—I’ll always have this, have you. Have you both.” He punctuates that with a nod towards Christopher’s room. “And having you like this means everything to me. But this is all—” He cuts himself off, teeth clacking with the abruptness.

tagging @onward--upward @malewifediaz @try-set-me-on-fire @colonoscopys @clusterbuck @jeeyuns @chronicowboy @zahlibeth @anakinfallen @buckactuallys @athenagranted for anything at all <3 AND @housewifebuck CAM BELOVED SORRY FOR HAVING A SIEVE BRAIN

#eddie takes one disgusted look at the buckley parents and goes i can love you better than that all im asking is for one little chance #cause BABY i can love you BETTER #this'll be short...... christmas diaz-buckley family im coming i promise #wip #tag game

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starfxkr · 3 months

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i had this idea of kook! reader whose so new to the outer banks shes doesnt even know shes a kook and she meets jj, and he just tries to just protect her from the kooks and like take her in. could also maybe incorporate jealous rafe whose tryna do the complete opposite as jayj at the same time.

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meeting jj had been a blessing— you were brand new to outer banks, hailing from the midwest and touted along by your parents because they “needed a change of scenery”. you can’t you blamed them, already preferring the warm, balmy air and sunny skies compared to the ever present grayness of your city. when you say you ran into jj on the beach, you quite literally ran into him. or he ran into you. whatever he was doing he was clearly in a rush but he cam to a halt once he saw who he ran into.

“jesus christ sweetheart im so sorry, swear my feet move faster than my head sometimes.” he dropped to his knees to help you scoop up the spilled contents of your bag, “ya know now i think about it, i never seen you before and trust me i know everybody. you new here?” he stands to his full height and helps you up, you’d be lying if you said he wasnt cute. his shaggy blonde hair, blue eyes and dimples smile hit you right in the gut.

“um yea!” that was way too enthusiastic, you clear your throat, “yea me and my parents just moved here a few days ago.”

“oh shit well welcome to the obx sweetheart, paridise on earth ’s what we like to call it. i’m jj, i’ll be your official tour guide, how’s that sound?”

god you hope you don’t seem too excited when you say yes.

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you and jj spend the whole day together, he introduces you to his friends, the “pogues” is what he called them and it left you confused.

“why would you call yourself pogues? it doesnt sound very nice.” your face is screwed up as he drives you back to your home, it’s dawning on him that that he may have just saved a sweet kitten like you from the lion’s den.

“it just is what it is, people like us dont exactly have a pool house.” he pointedly nods at the massive building behind your main house, “besides, im just happen to give you a real warm welcome, not everyone’s as nice as we are.” he can tell youre still confused. “kooks sweetheart, the upper crust in figure 8– thas technically what you are, with the pool house and all.”

“oh…but that doesnt mean we cant hang out does it?”

“oh fuck no are you kiddin me? just means we have to hang out more so you dont get corrupter by anyone other than me.” he teases. “just let me know what youre doin tomorrow aight? ill come pick you up”

this time you cant contain yourself and you give him a kiss on the cheek, yelling “bye jj!” as you run up your driveway, too giddy to look back.

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unfortunately the next day, you dont get to see jj. instead your stuck on the golf course with your dad as he schmoozes with a man named ward cameron.

you dont pay much attention to what theyre talking about, instead choosing to listen to music and daydream about what you’d rather be doing.

“ah there’s my son! a whole half hour late just as i expected, glad to see you could join us rafe.” ward’s mention of his son just made you huff and roll your eyes, you could only handle so many bratty kooks— you were starting to see what jj was talking about.

“it’s nice to meet you son, this is my daughter.” you lift your head prepared to plaster another fake smile on your face when your freeze.

you weren’t expecting rafe to be so hot. and i guess he wasn’t expecting you to be either.

dumbly, you reach out to shake his hand, “nice to meet you rafe.”

before he can respond, ward speaks out, “hey rafe, why dont you take her to that party you were talkin about later?”

#✨.txt #jj x reader x rafe prompt

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reidsbookclub · 2 years

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Nicknames, Cake, and Kisses

AN: this was written for @ofwilliamandwalter 's birthday celebration. Happy birthday Emmy!!

Category: FLUFF Pairing: Spencer Reid x BAU!fem!reader

Summary: She finds a card each year on her birthday, he needs to know why everyone has a nickname but him. (sorry this summary is so bad)

Her birthday used to be a constant reminder of friendless birthday parties, divorced parents always fighting, and music she didn’t even like so loud that her head would always hurt. That was until she joined the BAU, where she finally understood what the meaning of spending your birthday with family meant. Every year someone would take turns bringing a cake, Penelope would make sure she felt like a queen but what would intrigue her the most is the anonymous card that would be left on her desk every morning before she walked in. This year’s card was accompanied by a vintage William Wordsworth book and a notebook referencing her favorite song “The Lakes” with the lyrics “auroras and sad prose” engraved on the cover, something that she had talked about wanting if only she could figure out who her secret admirer was but one this was for sure, this year, this year she was determined to find out who it was. What she failed to notice was Spencer’s evergrowing frown as she overhead every conversation she had with the team.

“Hey D, do you happen to know anything about this letter?” She asked Derek “no sorry y/l/n but happy birthday”

“Thanks, I need to ask the jefe (boss) now, I really need to know about this letter”

Somehow no one knew about wher this letter cam from, not JJ, D, Em or even Anderson.

She was on her way to ask Penelope about the mysterious card, surly her having access to all the security cameras must’ve seen something. But as she approached her office she overheard a talk between Spencer and Penelope, one that would have her thinking this was going to be the worst birthday ever.

“I don’t know Garcia, no one has ever called me a nickname” She overheard Spencer say

“What do you mean? Derek calls you Pretty Boy, JJ calls you Spence and-” “Yes but y/n she has special nicknames for all of you, all of you except me” He said in the most deflated tone he had ever heard him talk. “Don’t be silly Reid, she has a nickname for you, she calls you bean sprout and when shes really drunk she call you mei - whatever that means- whenever we talk about you during girl's night. Have you picked up her cake yet?”

Y/N was mortified, she knew that if there was one person who would be able to decipher her nickname towards Spencer, it would be Spencer himself.

Spencer POV

Mei, she calls me mei, the girl I’m in love with, the one I thought would never reciprocate my feelings calls me hers. I was so caught up with soriting out my feelings thanks to that new piece of information that I barely had time to register Penelope asking about the cake. Shit the cake, I still had to pick it up. But first I needed to find a way to let her know that I am hers, that my heart has belonged to her since the moment she said, “I heard you don’t shake hands so can we fist bump instead?”

I knew she had read the letter and that was when the idea began to form.

Heading to pick up the cake I asked for one more slight alteration. “ Hi, Im Spencer Reid here to pick up a cake for Agent Y/L/N” “Oh yes, let me get it for you” “Is there any way you could add “I just want to see the auroras and read sad prose with you” on the box?”

“Of course Agent Reid”

Shaking, i prepared myself to deliver the cake and subtly let her know I have been the oen behind all those letters. Would she think they were dumb? Would she laugh in my face? But why hasn’t she ever used those nicknames with me before?

Y/N POV

The minute the team gathered around my desk I knew that the long standing cake tradition was coming up. As soon as that whine box was placed on the table I could only gasp. There scribbled the phrase, “I just want to see the auroras and read sad prose with you” and I just knew that whoever brought this cake knew what was inside that letter and the gift that came along with it, but before I could even ask Spencer , mei bean sprout, asked “can-why-wha-why does everyone get a nickname but me?” He must of noticed confusion written across my face because he elaborated with, “you call Hotch, jefe, which I know is boss in Spanish, Derek is D, even Anderson has a nickname why why don’t I? And I know its a dumb thing to get upset about, especially on your birthday but Y/N I don’t know what else to do to make you notice me. I leave secret cards on your birthday, i leave a single rose during valentine’s day and I get those are not much but I thought you would realize, how else can I show you I love you?”

“Spencer, I never cared for my birthday until I met you. Now, each birthday reminds me of how grateful I am that we get to spend another year together. I do have a nickname for you- two actually- bean sprout because you quite literally tower over me, and mei which is–”

“mine, in Latin” he interrupts

“Yes, mine, because you my darling are the best thign thats ever been mine”

“Can I shut you up with a kiss now?”

“I’d be mad at you if you didnt, bean sprout”

“...sooo no cake?”

“Shut up Derek! Took the kid long enough, let them have this” Hotch mentioned.

“Hey, youre the best thing thats ever been mine too” Spencer whispered in my ear before pulling me into a kiss.

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readinglatenights · 8 months

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Can you write a cute fanfic with belly and jere?

i got carried away... if this is too deep then just send another ask LMAOO

call it what you want babe

lol second thing i've ever written but i've had this idea for SO LONG!! you can totally skip the lines i just thought it was so applicable, this is based on the taylor swift song call it what you want!! warnings: angst w susannah and mentions of conrad BUT UNBEARABLE FLUFF AFTER BEGINNING!! IT GETS CUTE IM SORRY I GOT CARRIED AWAY paring: jeremiah fisher and belly conklin word count: 749 premise: takes place the summer belly and jeremiah get together, so basically after season 2 (basically canon complicit?)

all the jokers dressing up as kings; they fade to nothing when i look at him

it had been eight weeks since susannah fisher had died. it had been fourteen weeks since belly had broken up with conrad.

but it had been four weeks with jeremiah fisher.

belly realized shortly after reconnecting with the brothers that jeremiah had loved her. he had loved her more true, and more pure than anyone ever did.

and i know i make the same mistakes every time; bridges burn, i never learn

her life came to a devasting halt. people have come and go in her life, but susannah was someone who loved her from the moon to saturn. she always repeated that she was destined for one of her boys, but never understood jeremiah's undying fire for belly.

at least i did one thing right. i did one thing right.

so here she was, fingers interlocked as they walked down the boadwalk of cousins beach, wrapping up their time out. jeremiah looked down at the girl he had loved for so long, ocean eyes adoringly meeting hers. he asks, "d'you wanna find a keepsake for tonight?" she smiles up at him, barely focusing on his words. his language was entangled with the blaring sounds of the rides and people around them. nodding, he leads her to the ring toss stand and purchases 6 rings for the each of them. as easy as it was to love jeremiah, it was hard to win at ring toss.

i'm laughing with my lover; making forts under covers

jeremiah had gotten a ring to stay on a bottle, and the worker asked what prize he had wanted. he gestured to belly, "pick any one you want, bells." she points to the giraffe.

as she walked with him to the cousins beach house they all loved, she made a mental note.

trust him like a brother

as complicated as her life was, she needed someone who would be her anchor. she needed the boy who let her feelings run wild, but would still tie her to home. she unlocked the door to the cozy abode, leaving the keys on the seashell hooks. the air was reminiscent of moments she had had with susannah, conrad, her mother, steven, taylor, and even cam.

yeah, you know i did one thing right.

she let the thoughts clear her head, and let her heart lead her. jeremiah had taken off his shoes and turned on the tv, opting to play music instead of turning on a movie. belly sits the giraffe down on the kitchen island, slumping over slightly as she prepared dinner.

"what are you gonna name him?" jeremiah asks, walking over to her. his hands meet her sides, resting comfortably on her hips, pressing light kisses on her cheek and neck.

she poured the uncooked pasta into boiling water, then turned to face him. "i'm not sure yet," she giggles, choosing to lightly bump his nose with her finger. "you don't have to decide yet," he kisses her forehead. "we have all the time in the world."

starry eyes sparking up my darkest night

and they did. as jeremiah prepared their pasta, belly couldn't help but feel that everything in her life was worth it if she got to be with him. exciting nights alone couldn't even fathom replacing the most mundane nights with jeremiah fisher.

my baby's fit like a daydream, walking with his head down

plating their food and mixing a fruity concoction for both of them to drink, jeremiah grabbed the unnamed giraffe. belly sat on the couch close to jeremiah, and he pulled her closer. he wrapped his arms around her, cradling both her and the stuffed animal in his arms. the food was abandoned on the table as they laid together. for all the mistakes that she had made, for all the trouble they had gone through together, it had all amounted to this.

"jeremiah, have i ever told you how lucky i am to be with you?" she asked, nervously. he looked stunned, perplexed that she would say something like this. his features softened as he answered, "bells, you don't have to."

i'm the one he's walking to

"i think i'll never truly comphrehend how lucky i am to be with you." he pauses, looking at her. his pupils would morph into hearts if they could.

this was their ending.

so call it what you want, yeah, call it what you want to.

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wjehfshs · 11 months

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Ok I have an idea but i wasn't sure if I made it sense but here my idea:

So task force 141 had sent some rookies on a mission due strange things going on in the forest and but only one rookie survived and had they had camera to see what happen only to watch rookies get brutally murderer in a supernatural way like imagine you turn paper into a ball but instead of paper its a human body.

So ghost, gaz, and soap went to same mission only for them to be hunted by a strange entity and they run for there life's but they meet eldritch!pacifist!reader that made them want to scream but they saved them from the creature they were hunted down but reader has no trust in them.

But they apologize because that creature was their sibling and then a few years later you get captured by the enemy and you get saved by the boys also reader tells them that their sibling is coming so yeah start hiding.

After their sibling takes reader back home next morning you give them a gift saying " I was wrong about you "

Also if your wondering what's a eldritch think of slenderman or some scary monster that has supernatural that was never meant to exist

Also here the power of catbow you shall sleep

Anyway I hope your doing well

Ty for the request!

Eldritch reader, gore mentions, violence, made this whole watching marble hornets so it’s honestly perfect, blood mentions, if you can’t tell I really like writing horror

The 141 had sent out some rookies with live body cams for some training

As they where watching the body cams of the rookies they heard a scream through the microphone

One of the rookies dropped their cam onto the forest floor

They saw blood, heard bones crunching, and heard screams

The only thing they saw was some, thing, almost floating up to the last guy who was trying to run away

All they could see was him falling to the forest floor and his body contorting into what could only be described as a ball

Blood was everywhere, all over the camera lens as the crunching of bones finally ceased

They couldn’t even get a good look at the creature as it slipped away but it looked to be tall, slim, and almost dead looking

“We are not going out there Price! Fuck no” Soap argued

“Soap im sorry but someone has to go out there and I trust you three the most mate” he snapped back

They all groaned, fearing that this would be their last mission before they end up mutilated and contorted in the forest just like the rookies

The day of the mission came, they had their gear, weapons, body cams, and flashlights

As they were sneaking through the woods the entire time they felt uneasy

That’s when it happened

Gaz caught something in the corner of his eye

Unfortunately that something wasn’t quick enough to hide

It was the creature that murdered those rookies

It was hunting them

It was frozen in place for a moment before it started to creep up to them in the distance

“Go. Go fucking go!” Ghost managed to splutter out

Their legs started moving before their brains

They remember looking at the creature, hearing ghost, and then running

It was all a blur

They knew they couldn’t fight that thing

What was even the point of this mission?

This was where they died

Their contorted, crumpled bodies would have to be extracted from the forest probably weeks later

Even from the other side Price was yelling at them through the microphones to “pick up the fucking pace”

They saw another blur to their right

That’s when they heard the rustling of leaves and then unknown sounds

It sounded like yelling but in a foreign language

But not in any language they had heard before

Almost cracking their necks while turning their heads around they saw another one of those things

Back turned to them

Almost protecting them

Yelling at the other other undead looking creature

after a minute of this it backed off

Sneaking back into the unknown depths

Before they know it they saw the thing turn around and apologise to them

Wait. What the fuck

Did it just speak to them

“I’m sorry about that. That’s my sibling. They don’t really have their morals in place” it chucked, voice distorted, ranging from deep to high pitch each second, almost overlapping with itself.

Soap put a hand to his forehead, feeling the sweat dripping down his face “oh my god. I’ve gone insane” he laughed to himself

“No mate. I see it too…” Ghost whispered to him

Gaz just opened and closed his mouth over and over, unable to form even a thought apart from “run”

“What. The fuck. Is that” Price carefully whispered through the mic

“Are you three ok?” You asked cautiously

“Oh! Right I see you must think I’m going to hurt you. I promise I’m not. I’m a pacifist” you calmly explained

Soap was the first to speak up

“I… we, uh. Yes, alright” was all he managed to say

They where in a daze

You silently went back to where you emerged from

Leaving them alone and scared

3 years later the boys where on a mission

They where to sneak into the enemy’s base and collect info

That’s when they saw you

In a cage, like an animal at the zoo

“This… THIS?! Is what saved you 3 years ago?!” Price almost yelled at them

It wasn’t like he didn’t believe them, he was just terrified to see something so… grotesque

The 3 of them kept begging Price to let them free you. It was the least they could do right?

Finally he agreed and they all busted the lock

“Thank you. But my siblings coming so if you don’t want to be a literal meatball I would advise you ditch the mission and run” you laughed a little at your stupid joke

They all agreed it was for the best

They got back to base and a couple days later they got something in the mail, but it was wrapped in leaves and bark, with no address??

They opened it cautiously and found that it was 4 flower crowns made of sticks and grass

There was a note that seemed to be written with tree sap on a piece of wood

It read “thank you for saving me. I didn’t trust you when I first saved you to be honest but now I know I can. Love [name]”

#cod x reader #cod #cod mw2 x reader #cod mw2 #cod mw x reader

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gyuswhore · 4 months

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Hi I have been seeing some mutual games going around and I wanted to ask if you could do this one 😊 I saw this somewhere else so credits

I saw that you were desi and wanted to know what desi names you'd give your mutuals.

Thanks I love your blog sm ✨

HELLO I LOVE THIS

im gonna lean into more pakistani names bc that's where I'm from but some of these may overlap bc a lot of Pakistani names are also Muslim names so

@rubyreduji to jj I give the name hamza (hum-zah). I've always liked this name it sounds very elegant strong, which fits bc it means strong and steadfast. honestly one of the best boy names in my book lol

@toruro ok mika gives me ammarah (AM-ma-rah) vibes, again this is a name ive always really liked it sounds very regal and sophisticated and something i rlly wanted to be named lol but it means strong faithed but it can mean different things based on pronunciation!!

@glowunderthemoon ok for faye im gonna give her noor-ul-ain (nur-ul-ayen) or (nur-ul-en). its also just noor for short! another very pretty name and a lot of its beauty lies in the meaning, it means light of the eye (noor=light) which really just explains itself lol

@etherealyoungk SKYE GETS zunairah (zun-e-rah), ok this name just reeks of power?? almost?? it sounds like a very strong name to me which is the opposite of what it means, it means flower which basically insinuates that skye is a pretty lil flower but shes also lowk a badass so

@ressonancee Thea and I have only recently started talking but i think i have her name down. i give her hiba (hib-ba) which, very fittingly, means gift. with the way she helped with my cheol fic and basically birthed the idea of hockeyplayer!cheol i think this name truly is for her. also she writes amazing so shes a gift to caratblr in general ksjgnrj

@fairyhaos ok to yena i give the name zayna (zaj-na) which means beauty and grace! the name and the meaning work together really well bc just the sound of the name is very pretty and that's also what it means. also with the half face reveals i have seen of hers she VERY MUCH fits this name so lol

@sluttywoozi Emily and I havent talked much but I'm gonna assign her a name anyway lol. to emily i give alizeh (uh-LEE-ze)which means wind or breeze. another name i LOVE so much its such a hot girl name and i think it fits em very well

@highvern ok cam and i havent interacted much either (hello text me pls) but I'm going to give her gul bano (gul-bah-noh). It means princess of flowers but don't let the meaning fool you, every gul bano I've met is some of the strongest, liveliest women i have ever seen. cam is very fun, super witty and just a joy to see in my notifs so ya there's that hehe

these are a lot of names and a lot of people so if i missed anyone, I'm sorry, i really tried to get as many in as possible!!!

#em.talks #em.moots

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sashiavi · 5 months

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hihi! hope im not bothering but i wanted to know if youd ever continue the universe for your camgirl kinktober fic with diluc? sorry im a bit in love with it when i found it on ao3 and wanted to know if there could be more or if its just a one off.

other than that how are you? hope all is well on your end!

No bother at all! Ty for chatting <33

I may continue the Cam Girl Diluc Universe - I have a few ideas fluttering around in my head

And I just adore him </3 I'm open to expanding it for sure hehe it has ✨️potential✨️

aND- I just adore messy silly Diluc sm gahhh

Also I've been alright! Just taking a little break from writing but I'm eager to get back into it! I have a few drafts I've nearly completed ~

#Lowkey i accidentally did a NNN on my account baha #bUt ! Im slowly getting back into it

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assigned-k9 · 6 months

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gimme a silly and whimsical hermitcraft or life series headcanon ^_^

I LOVE SILLY AND WHIMSICAL!! I hand you this. You know the hermitcraft cam accounts.. now what if. Theyre all little fairies. Like just little guys. AND! What if. Every hermitcraft season someone is tasked with creating a scrapbook. And its a collaborative effort everyone leaves little notes and puts in pictures or things of importance in it…. I love the idea of creepers being scared of cats and therefore i think. Doc having a slight allergy to them is funny so every time jellie visits he instantly gets sick, even if its just scar hes got cat hair all over him so he has to stand farther away… ALSO ELYTRA ARE SPECIALIZED TO EACH HERMIT THEY ALL HAVE DIFFERENT TYPE OF BUG WINGS AND EVEN DECORATED HEADGEAR LIKE AVIATOR HELMETS!!!!! Hooray okay thats all

Life series umm uhmm whimsical im thinking THINKING! I like thinking about the beyond the border each season theres actually just nothing. And its like a projection an illusion so even though you can get through it its almost like a different reality . And going further gets you sucked in hence the damage and you start to loose yourself in the process. OKAY THAT GOT LESS SILLY SORRY! Uh Skizz is really good at sewing despite the fact that he rips the sleeves off of every garment he receives (he uses the extra fabrics from it for future creations)(and he also likes showing his muscles) Ummm Lizzie making flowercrowns for everyone in the fairy fort alliance as well as friendship bracelets and everyones so used to that routine each session that even when theyre separated they still find comfort in doing that as kind of a reminder or distraction!!! Again more bitter sweet but Bleehhh

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popcornforone · 7 months

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A Mr Ben Fan Fic

Had no intention of writing Mr Ben again & then I had a random idea & I knew it had to be used with him. It just worked so I knew I had to do it. It was too good an opportunity to pass up.

Synopsis: After a chance meeting with the infamous Mr Ben you then stumble upon his email address & temptation takes over.

Word Count:2200

Warnings: DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE OVER 18! Lust at first sight/touch, sexual fantasys, slight age gap, teacher student to lovers, pining, swearing, mentioning his size, innuendo & messaging, most of it is just extreme flirting but their minds do wonder.

Thanks as always for reading peoples. All feedback is welcome. I hope you enjoy

You shouldn’t, but it’s there, his email address. You’re not his student. He doesn’t teach you. You’re in your final year. Your meeting was by chance, but there was electricity in the air. The way he smelt was intoxicating. He mentioned about your dainty hands. Those brown eyes drew you in. A small touch set your mind down a dirty road. You think he felt it too. The way his lips pouted & almost claimed yours. If it wasn’t for the fire alarm going off your tongues would have been dancing. You’re certain.

Your lectures are over for the day & your at home waiting for your pizza to be ready, while you do some research for your next essay that’s due in 2 weeks. You’d only gone to the office to see your professor but he was dealing with another student. Imagine if he’d been there in the office he shared with the charming Mr Ben. You’d have never had that moment where the world seemed to stop. You never got your questions answered, so you are emailing your professor for it now which you know will mean another trip back to his office. You send it & that’s when you stumble upon his email address [email protected] . You click on the address & it loads up a blank email. You try for a good 20mins to ignore it. Not wanting to bother him, but eventually that screen pulls you in & the next thing you know you’re typing.

Ben is back at his house after going to the gym after a long day of lectures. He’s had a cold shower, & changed into his jammies (yellow with zebras on, he likes his snazzy lounge wear) & he’s just put his lap top on to clear his emails from the early evening, while he gets out his salad to eat. He scrolls through them. Most of them are about this weeks reading & the field trip to the theatre at the end of the month. He goes to send his standard reply & then there’s an email address that catches his eyes. Yours.

He stands up. Why is she emailing me? What did I do wrong earlier? Am I in trouble? She’s 22, there’s nothing wrong with a small flirt with a student is there, is she reporting me & letting me know? I hope not. All these thoughts rush through his mind. So he tentatively clicks on the email titled “hello” & opens it

Hello Mr Ben

It’s ____

I just wanted to clear the air from earlier.

It was nice of you to try & help me find the book I wanted, in the office, you were very sweet & kind & you said I had small dainty cute hands.

It was finally nice to meet the infamous mr ben. The school rumours do you an injustice, but the fan cams almost have you spot on(even though you hate them).

I will be popping back into office later in the week to collect the correct book. Maybe it will be a little less awkward this time.

Thanks agains for your help

You have then signed your email off with your name. Ben sits there re reading the email. She picked up my flirting, she wants to make it less awkward. He thinks about deleting the email & informing you simply, but that would make it more awkward if you get to the office while he’s there. He could blame a glitch in an email for not seeing it, but he knows that won’t pass, it’s not the 90s anymore. So Ben takes a deep breath & replies.

It was nice to meet you today & im sorry if I made it awkward in my office earlier. My office is always a safe place for all students be them Mine or anyone else’s.

& I meant what I said about your small hands. They look so cute, your rings glisten, your silver nails are amazing. My hands are large so anything looks smaller in them but I must know your moisturising routine because they were very soft when we touched by accident.

It wouldn’t be awkward when you come back to the office, maybe you could come for a chat & you can tell me all About the school rumours.

Take care & have a nice evening

Professor Ben Thompson.

His hand hoovers over the send button doubting if he should or not”ahh what the heck she’s probably out partying she won’t read it or she will read it drunk” he hits send.

Your jaw drops & so does some of your pizza topping. You were watching something on Netflix on your laptop as you ate when in the bottom right corner appeared a pop up saying reply BTH. “Holy fuck” you shout glad your flat mate is working tonight. It’s the quickest you’ve read an email in your life. He wants to know your skin routine & he’s apologising for being awkward. That makes your crush on the professor much bigger. You put your pizza down wipe your hands on your jeans & reply back.

Hi Mr Ben

Well I’m glad we’ve got the awkward bit out of the way.

Well I try not to listen to the school rumours but each year there’s one that you’ve dated a student or too. By your way of trying to clear up what happened earlier, I know you’re far too professional to do that with anyone you teach. (You include that line because you know he isn’t your lecturer trying to see if he would bite that bait).

& yes your hands are large Mr ben, I bet they are very good at turns over the pages in all those books, do you know what they say about men with large hands…?

I’d like it if you were in the office when I next pop in to see my teacher, it would be nice to chat again.

😌

You almost 3 times delete the bit about his large hands, but decide no, you want to see if he’s up for some flirty emails, because if he is you’ll give him your phone number if he replies. Which he does & your inbox pings 3minutes later.

Me? Dating students? Haha

Oh no, I’d never date anyone I taught. I know it’s hard being single in your mid 30s but I’d never date a student…

(he left the … there on purpose he wants you to bite this time).

What do they say about men’s large hands… is it that they have a big… HEART?

Ben was trembling as he sent this to you, was it too much? Had he stepped over the line? He can’t flirt with you can he? But he doesn’t teach you, he’s fine, but he knows he needs to be careful. So he’s delighted when you reply back.

Here’s my phone number… maybe we could what’sapp so this isn’t on the schools database for both our protection. I completely understand if you don’t want to though.

Your phone lights up 2minutes later. There it is Bens what’s app request to you. You see it’s just a hi it’s Ben let’s chat here message, so you put your food away & clean up in the kitchen & then sit on your sofa & the chain of replies start.

Hi Ben

So do you still want to know about men’s hands?

Absolutely

Okay don’t say I didn’t warn you… apparently the size of a man’s penis when it’s erect is 3 times the size of his thumb…

Ben then try’s to work that out & is interrupted by your next message

Stop trying to check!

🤣🤣 you got me

Well… is it true?

Well everything looks small in large hands…🙌🏼

& my dainty hands are so soft & delicate 🤭

I’d say I’ve done alright considering

You both blush at that message. Ben for the fact that he has sent that to you & you as you think about how big his penis would be as you stroked it ready for a night of passion. You imagine how Bens weight would feel on top of you as you called you a naughty girl while he claimed your pussy. You’ve had sex before but Ben is a man. He would look after you & make you moan in ways you could only dream of. He would be the passion that teaches you how to enjoy your own pleasure. You then come out of your mini fantasy, Just about stopping yourself from sticking your hand into your panties, when you remember you need to reply.

🤭 maybe our hands could get acquainted & not just for finding books on a shelf

My hands might be large but I can assure you they are very USEFUL…

Your hands were soft too actually…

Why is that a surprise?

Ben pauses & then goes ahh im having harmless flirty fun

Do you prefer rough or soft hands…

You read this knowing it’s asking more than just his hands

Life is about variety, can’t I have a bit of both?😉

Girl you can have it all, I’m willing to adapt

You do a little shriek at that reply, he likes you. You like him. He’s very handsome. Even if this leads nowhere you want to try. You keep messaging.

If I can have it all will you give me what I want?

& more 🤭

Really Ben???

He thinks before his reply. He’s never even considered dating a student before & now his mind is wondering as to which side of the bed you’d prefer in a hotel room. How good you will look in his shirt & boxers the morning after the night before & if you wouldn’t mind him fucking you hard against his lectern in his lecture theatre on a stormy Thursday night, as you beg for more. He hasn’t had this vivid of an imagination about a possible sexual partner in ages. Maybe you are right for him, & that small touch was a spark to something bigger to come.

Yes I am 🥰

You both look at your phones & sigh. Both besotted, both now aroused, both now wanting to message the other to say shall we meet to confirm this, but neither of you do. You both then are controlled in your next few messages back & forth talking about your days to come this week & what your plans are for the weekend. You both smile at your messages to & through, this crush is growing beyond anything either of you had imagined. He then picks up you have no plans for Saturday night.

How does a movie sound on Saturday night at the cinema? He asks & waits.

Depends?

On what?

Are you a sweet or salted popcorn guy?

Sweet

Oooh I’m not sure now…🤭

Although I have been told mixed sweet & salted popcorn do go well together.

He sighs he thought you were going to say no for a second.

I’m more than happy to try new stuff out, it will be more than that, that’s a first.

Ben knows that sounds cheesy but he thinks it will make sure your date happens.

Then it’s a date, as long as it’s not a horror film

Nah that’s for being at home, hiding behind the sofa snuggling when your scared

Maybe one day we will get there 💜

Maybe💕

Your messages to each other come to a close & you both head to bed. You are in a blissful haze. Mr Ben has asked you to the movies on a date, you blush as you snuggle yourself to sleep, wishing he was sleeping next to you being your big spoon after your desire for each other reaches its climax.

The next day you are in your professors office to pick up that book. You’re asking a few more questions & taking some notes when Ben walks in. He almost stops in his tracks & you turn crimson straight away.

“Hello, you must be Mr Ben” you try to act normal but your eyes are looking at this hands, those large firm hands. The hands you dreamt about being around your throat last night. You introduce yourself. Bens stumbling trying to be calm & cool but even your professor can tell the atmosphere has changed.

“Why don’t you have a quick read of your book & notes & I’ll go get us all coffee” your professor asks. You both almost instantly in unison say yes, neither of your gazes breaking.

“& go to the coffee in the far side of campus I believe they have a deal on cookies today” Ben suggests, it’s at least 10mins there & back. Your professor just nods at Ben & leaves you in the room with him.

“So”

“So..” you both then snigger.

“Your hands?”

“Still adaptable”

You beam as Ben heads back to the door & locks it shut, as he takes control & your messages of naughty promises start to unravel inside. Who needs a date & a movie when all it takes is a few messages & hands that work wonders.

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is it weird to just answer the ask meme questions without actual asks? probably, but i want to yell about fandom shit rn so you can't stop me

A - Ships that you currently like a lot. its obvious that im in a grimm fixation rn, so i have to say nick/monroe as a romantic ship (or nick/monroe/rosalee), and the whole gang as a platonic relationship. For SGA, i'm always a mcshep fan but i honestly enjoy any pairing of AR1. Anyone that has followed me for an extended period of time knows that im a mcdanno (H50) and leverage ot3 truther as well.

B - A pairing–platonic, romantic or sexual–that you initially didn’t consider, but someone changed your mind. hmm, not sure? OH some folks doing the sga kinkmeme have mentioned john/cam and im very intrigued

C - A ship you have never liked and probably never will. Rodney/Jennifer :( I love Jennifer, but the writers consistently changed her characterization and that relationship felt forced and weird (SGA)

D - A pairing you wish you liked but just can’t. John/Elizabeth. I'm sorry! maybe its just because im gay af but to me their relationship felt like bffs, not romantic (SGA)

E - Have you added anything cracky/hilarious to your fandom? If so, what? I made that stargate cinnamon roll meme, if that counts

F - What’s the longest you’ve ever been in a fandom? ~10 years

G - Have you ever had an OTP? If so, do you remember your first one? Who was in it? i'm a multishipper for sure, but one of the first ships i remember really clearly was eric/ryan from csi miami (circa age like 12)

H - What is your favorite source text for fandom stuff (e.g., TV shows, movies, books, anime, Western animation, etc.)? TV!

I - Has Tumblr caused you to stop liking any fandoms, if so, which and why? I dont know that it was entirely tumblr, but yeah, Voltron. The fandom was truly fucking awful

J - Name a fandom you didn’t think about until you saw it all over Tumblr. (You don’t have to care about it or follow it; it just has to be something that Tumblr made you aware of.) uhhhh, like every show tbh. 99% of the shows i watch came from tumblr or online friends

K - What character has your favorite development arc/the best development arc? Eliot Spencer (Leverage)

L - Say something genuinely nice about a character who isn’t one of your faves. hmm, I guess Adalind counts as a character who isnt one of my faves. She's a complex and interesting character, and its clear that a lot of her decisions come from a place of trauma. After having Diana it really shows that she does want to protect her and keep her safe (grimm)

M - Name a character that you’d like to have for a friend. Ronon (SGA), Hardison (Leverage), Teal'c (SG1), etc

N - Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom 1. men showing emotions!!! (grimm does this well, thankfully) 2. on a similar note: depicting how the shit these characters get up to is traumatizing and how that impacts them long term 3. literally any canon queer rep. can we PLEASE have a show like stargate or grimm where one of the characters (especially a man) is canonically queer? is that so hard???

O - Choose a song at random. Which ship or character does it remind you of? Forfeit by Rise Against always makes me think of ascended Daniel/Jack (SG1). Oh and ever since i saw a gifset with lyrics from it, Timberwolves at New Jersey by Taking Back Sunday makes me think of John (SGA)

P - Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas). one of these fuckin days i am going to write a baseball SGA AU

Q - A fandom you’ve abandoned and why. As previously mentioned: Voltron because the fan base was toxic and awful

R - Which friendship/platonic relationship is your favorite in fandom? all my favorite fandoms are themed around found family so this is so hard lmao. Nick & Hank (Grimm), Eliot & Harry (Leverage Redemption), Harry & Breanna (LR), Don & Charlie if brothers count (Numb3rs), etc

S - Show us an example of your personal headcanon anyone who reads my H50 fics knows that i will fuckin die on the hill that Danny has an anxiety disorder

T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending? besides anxious danny, I'd say John having ADHD (SGA), and Monroe being bi (Grimm) are two right off the top of my head

U - Three favorite characters from three different fandoms, and why they’re your favorites 1. Steve McGarrett (H50) - he's been through so much shit, but he's still so damn loyal and protective and kind. He's such a good dude who is just traumatized beyond belief. 2. Charlie Eppes (Numb3rs) - besides the fact that i am CONVINCED he has ADHD, he's just so fucking loving and passionate about his work and the people he loves. he balances out the hardness of Don and the gang with the sheer size of his heart 3. Eliot Spencer (Leverage) - basically the same reason as steve. I have a type.

V - Which character do you relate to most? this is tough. probably Daniel (SG1) - esp early seasons - because of similar worldviews and interests and personalities, and Danny (H50) because of similar personalities

W - A trope which you are virtually certain to hate in any fandom. MISCOMMUNICATION!! its so frustrating.

X - A trope which you are almost certain to love in any fandom. im a big ol softie so i love stuff like mutual pining, hurt/comfort, etc.

Y - What are your secondhand fandoms Good Omens is a big one rn lmao. I've read the book but haven't watched the show. Also, Daredevil probably. I watched at least the first season years ago, but haven't seen anything beyond that. I still enjoy seeing people's posts about it and i read fic sometimes

Z - Just ramble about something fan-related, go go go! im so cranky rn about the lack of depiction of trauma/mental illness/neurodivergence/etc in fandoms where its to be expected. like with Grimm rn, you give Nick PTSD and sensory enhancements but then suddenly forget about them?? that's not how that works! Or why is it always just hinted at that characters are ND? why is it so hard to just be like 'yeah no x has ADHD (or whatever)'? i want to be able to actually have complex/tough/interesting/etc protags that are ALSO neurodiverse. if we're all reading John as having ADHD (SGA) or Parker being autistic (leverage) anyways, why can't these things just be intentionally part of the character

#sorry i just have opinions and wanted to yell into the void about them #ask game

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what are ur thoughts on why radical inclusionism is harmful and/or do u have any resources on the subject? im interested in learning more about the pov

sorry for this taking so long! school has been taking a lot out of me. thank you for your patience! i've put my full response under a cut as to not clog dashes.

first off, i want to very clearly establish that i am not in any way talking about inclusion itself as a concept. being against radical inclusionism does not mean i'm for exclusionism as a blanket statement--again, i'm not against inclusionism itself, i'm against the very specific radinclus movement.

honestly, I totally understand why radinclus people think the way they do. it's a very easy rabbit hole to go down, and on a surface level, the concept of "including all good-faith identities" sounds fantastic. the problem comes when you look into what a lot of that really means.

defining it as "good-faith identities" means that if someone says they are identifying as something in good faith, you have no right to criticize them. i've seen it play out more than a few times--take people who are transabled or transrace, or identities that are inherently bigoted ("afab trans woman", for example). the very basic premise of radical inclusionism removes the suggestion of critical thought ("who is affected by this? is there harm coming from someone saying this?") and makes a person's inclusion in the community hinge on accepting everything told to them at face value.

this is not coming out of nowhere. i'm not going to block evade to get a few examples i'd like to because i'm not an asshole but the gist of it is "what right do we have to dictate anyone else's experience, just trust what people say they are". again, on the surface this sounds fine, but if you look a little deeper into some of the things that people who say this support, it becomes evident that there's a nasty correlation going on.

most evidently, it leaks into ableism. the venn diagram between radical inclusionists and people who treat mental illness like a fun game (aka endos, which is a whole other thing i'm not going to get into rn, and """transabled""" people*) is pretty much a circle, and it all connects (from what i've seen) to the single biggest problem with radinclusionism: it actively discourages critical thought. like i said above, radical inclusionism punishes those who dare to be "exclusionists" (criticize any part of any "good faith identity") with ostracization from their peers.

it also discourages looking at actual queer history or talking to people with experience to make your decisions. instead of asking for unbiased sources and talking to those around you, radical inclusionism shoves the idea of criticizing "good faith identities" being evil down your throat. if you ask for hard medical scientific sources when someone claims that they're a system without trauma so that you can review the evidence and make your own independent decision, you're discounting people's lived experiences. same goes for if you talk to someone affected outside of the group and ask how they feel about mspec lesbians or afab trans women and learn their opinion and then go back to the group and ask them to account for or respond to it.

they push the narrative that you're not using your resources and learning about science and history and figuring out your own stances through critical thought, you're perpetrating an exclusionist mindset and discounting "good faith identities".

not that you'd be able to see opinions outside the group's--it's a very, very tight echo chamber, with almost no chance of a dissuading opinion getting through in a way that isn't in the tone of a "get a load of this guy cam". who would want to interact with a nasty exclusionist, after all?

instead, i propose informed inclusionism. inclusionism that encourages critical thinking and discussion. inclusionism that advocates for talking to those around you as well as looking at historical and scientific sources as appropriate to make decisions. inclusionism that lets you take stock of the harm that some so-called "good faith identities" can cause, and that discourages you from turning a blind eye in the name of inclusionism when someone says how they are affected by said identities.

in order to become truly tolerant, you must be intolerant of intolerance. and, most importantly, you must know how to spot intolerance when it is disguised as tolerance. this requires critical thought that radinclus philosophy not only goes against, but actively punishes.

i hope this has helped you understand where i'm coming from better! again, thank you for your patience, this took a while to type out and edit and i've been very busy lately. if you have any questions, feel free to ask! i'll get to them as soon as i can.

note: this really doesn't seem to be an issue that a lot of people are talking about, which is interesting, and a reason there aren't more resources on this. i searched and searched, but couldn't really find much if anything that expressed this viewpoint. i honestly would have thought that there'd be more of a pushback against radinclus philosophy especially with how much tumblr tends to emphasize the need for critical thought, but i guess not. hopefully this can help create a space for dialogue + discussion in an area that sorely needs it! ^^ *i'm fully aware that biid is in and of itself a disability. someone being disabled in one form does not stop them from being ableist to those with another disability. if someone with biid identifies as transabled to being an amputee, that is ableist towards amputees. you cannot identify into a disability.

#anti radinclus #anti radical inclusionism #informed inclusionism #theo.pdf #theo.txt #important note im not a terf or an ace or pan exclus dont take this to mean i am one #queer tag #theo.ask #anon

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