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littleskeletonprincessss · 8 months

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Here, have this

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"God, you're so annoying, y/n! You don't have any idea what you're fucking talking about!" Schlatt yelled, walking away from you and into the kitchen.

"Excuse me, Mr. I'm-too-busy-to-spend-even-a-second-with-my-girlfriend! It's not my fault you've taken on so much and stretched yourself so thin! You did this to yourself!"

It was the 5th night in a row where Schlatt had to call and tell you he 'had to work late' and 'sorry hon, rain check for dinner tonight'.

"Jesus Christ I am so tired of you nagging me all the time! You're always around, just leave me the fuck alone for once!"

"If that's how you feel then maybe we shouldn't even be together!"

"There's a bright idea. Nice to know you can have those every once in a while."

"Fuck you, Schlatt! We're done." You yelled, before grabbing your purse and walking out of his house.

Walking into your apartment, you let your purse drop to the floor and flopped onto your couch, leaning your head back, and letting out a loud sigh, releasing all the pent up anger you'd harbored on your angry drive home.

It unfortunately wasn't uncommon for you and Schlatt to get into arguments. They'd usually result in one of you storming out of the house, and either returning later that night to exchange apologies and end with rough, angy make up sex or returning the next day and deciding it'd be best for both of you if you took a break for a while.

This was the fourth time it'd happened, and you were tired of it. You loved Schlatt, you really did. But God was it exhausting to break up and get back together all the time. You knew that this wasn't what it was supposed to be like.

Deciding to call Schlatt in the morning you turned on your TV for the sole purpose of serving as background noise for you to numbly fall asleep to, preparing yourself for what would come in the morning.

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When you woke up, you briefly looked around your apartment before remembering the previous night's fight. You'd grown used to waking up in Schlatt's warm arms, his face buried in your neck from behind, so it was almost a strange feeling to be cold and alone.

Looking at the clock it read 10:30. Schlatt would probably be awake, most likely editing again. You pressed the call button on his contact half expecting him not to answer.

"Hey."

"I think we need to talk."

"Yeah, I guess."

"Coffee?"

"Yeah. I can be there in 20."

"See you then."

You left only a few minutes later after running your fingers through your hair and brushing your teeth, making yourself look somewhat presentable, and almost subconsciously walked to the coffee shop down the street, a place that had quickly become of favorite of yours and Schlatt's.

Looking around and not seeing him yet you at a table by the door, watching it and gently scratching your arms as a distraction from the way you were feeling.

Schlatt walked in and after briefly meeting your eyes sat silently across from you. It was obvious how little either of you wanted to be there right now, and it looked like neither of you wanted to speak first.

"Schlatt, we can't keep doing this."

Taking a deep breath, Schlatt muttered a defeated "I know."

"I think we need to break up. For good this time."

He sat silent for a long pause, staring at the fingers he was tapping on table.

"Whatever." he finally said, quickly standing up and leaving the coffee shop without another word or glance your way.

You sat for a bit, letting what had happened sink in. That was it. Wiping away the trapped tears that were making your eyes burn and throat hurt you left as well, walking the opposite way that Schlatt had, to your apartment, heartbroken and alone.

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It'd been a week. There were no texts, no calls, nothing exchanged between either of you. Schlatt hadn't posted anything, which surprised you. He had been trying to be more consistent with it. You posted a memory on Instagram and he wasn't among the notifications of likes like he normally would be.

This was foreign. You and Schlatt had started as friends before you'd gotten together the first time. You'd never gone longer than a couple days without any sort of contact, and that was only because he'd had to go back home and had forgotten his phone charger.

Your kitchen counters were littered with pizza boxes, food wrappers, bottles, you hadn't been bothered to cook anything or clean anything up. You could stand for a shower, shown evident by the greasy knot on top of your head and the thin layer of grime that had settled on your skin. Snotty and tear soaked tissues blanketed your living room floor. You were sinking and there was no one that could pull you up.

"I'm so pathetic" you whispered to yourself, looking at your smelly clothes and dirty surroundings. "I can't just sit here anymore." you resolved, standing up before moving to the bathroom to shower and start putting your life back in order.

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A few hours later you were tying the last garbage bag, your apartment, and you, looking leagues better than they had earlier..

A knock on your door pulled your attention away from cleaning. You hadn't ordered anything and your neighbors weren't usually the kind to stop by for anything.

Opening the door you were surprised by what you saw.

"Schlatt?"

There he stood, nearly filling your door frame with his large frame. He was unshaven, and his outfit looked about how yours had this morning, wrinkly and disheveled. But what surprised you was that he was crying. In all the time you'd known him, as a friend or a boyfriend, you'd never seen Schlatt cry.

But here he was, on your door step, big brown eyes watery with unshed tears, his nose running and red.

"Y/n" he choked out, voice rough from a combination of unuse and sobs.

Before you could say or do anything, Schlatt reached out and pulled you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug and hiding his face in your neck.

"I'm so so sorry for how I was treating you recently. You were right, I'd been spending too much time away from you. But I'm gonna get better." He blubbered.

"Schlatt--" you started, before he cut you off.

"I am. I'm going to be so much better for you. I know I don't deserve you, Y/n, I know you deserve someone who's so much better than me, but I'm gonna be better for you. I love you so much, angel. I know, we've had our issues, and i've said things in the past, but none of it is true. You're it. You're it for me. I need you in my life, Y/n. This last week has been hell without you. God I can't even begin to explain how I felt in the coffee shop when you said we were done for good. My whole world came tumbling down. It hurt so, so much. And I know it hurt you too and i'm sorry that I pushed you to do that. Please, give me one more chance. Please."

He looked into your eyes after that speech, trying to find your response before you said it.

Letting out a small sigh you pulled him down into another hug, clearing your throat from the new wash of tears that came over you.

"I love you, Schlatt."

You could feel Schlatt let out a breath you knew he'd been holding before he held you even tighter than before, if it was possible.

"I love you. So much."

#schlatt #jschlatt #schlatt x reader #jschlatt x reader

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v3x-y0urs3lf · 2 months

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Qiu Lin x Loner / unpopular / shy? MC

Written during the demo ⭐️

Tamarack x Popular reader

Depending on what steps I’m talking about, I’ll change Qiu’s pronouns..

Also, I’m aware that being a ‘loner’ or unpopular doesn’t necessarily mean you’re shy. I do occasionally mention the MC being shy, unlike step 1 Qiu I’m not always going to be able to be too accommodating.

I kind of got sidetracked during the end of Step 3, I’m sorry it doesn’t really fit with the theme.

I am incredibly tired right now, apologies if the English isn’t clear. I did not proof read this.

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I feel like this trope perfectly fits Qiu during a majority of the steps (1-3 I don’t really know about 4.) mainly because Qiu - despite not really intending on it, just is naturally popular even during step 2 (somehow?)

Step one Qiu just doing his usual thing with being overly accommodating and super welcoming to the new neighbour and they’re just.. not accepting it?

You can try and turn Qiu down softly or even just straight up ignore him and he’d.. accept it? I dunno, going off by Qiu’s normal reactions to when you choose to dismiss him.. he doesn’t seem like he’d care unless someone’s starting to judge or bother the MC and vice versa.

I’d like to just highlight that like.. everyone knows Qiu? I quite literally just imagine a bunch of kids during school constantly asking to play with him and while Qiu feels a bit too mean to decline.. he really wants to go play with his new neighbour?

Qiu would try and introduce the MC (and Tamarack.. maybe.) to all of his other friends but.. Neither of them are really budging which puts Qiu at a bit of a cross point.

I’m honestly not too sure what he’d do, lol. My heart wants me to say that Qiu would just go play with the MC anyways, regardless of how many people want him to play with t them but. My brain is telling me he’d give in to all the majority and play with them for a while before going to find the MC later.

Does that mean Qiu doesn’t want to go play with the MC instead? No. Does that mean Qiu doesn’t look their way occasionally while he’s playing tag with the other kids? No. Does that mean Qiu hurts the other kids’ feelings by straight up turning them down? Also no.

Logically thinking, despite what he wants- Qiu would pick to accomodate for the bigger crowd but leave a section of his time to make up for ‘ditching’ the MC for a moment.

It’s very obvious around that Qiu will always go back for the MC. No matter how fun the game is, No matter how distracted/forgetful he usually gets, No matter how many people he’s playing with- He will. Without a doubt. Go talk or play with the MC for at least 10 minutes before break or whatever ends.

Now, Step two.. “All they want in life is a little peace with the ones they trust. Such as, potentially their very favourite neighbor/neighbour.”

Qiu is still very obviously and very much ‘popular’. That never changes throughout their life (probably). They just don’t want to be.

Picture Qiu and MC, chilling by themselves and just avoiding people. By this stage there shouldn’t be any shyness or complete hatred and so, the two of them just sit with each other comfortably as Qiu rejects and declines any and all offers to hang out with anyone else but MC, Ren, Baxter(?) and.. potentially Tamarack? (Not sure about the last two.)

Unfortunately, Qiu can’t control their popularity or ‘Acquaintances’/old friends and everyone does notice when the ‘popular kid’ starts solely hanging out with one person in particular.

I’m not saying MC is getting bullied.. I’m just saying everyone can tell there is obvious favouritism and high school students can and will be mean.. take that as you will.

This is totally the time for “doesn’t get the hype but warms up to person B”.

I might just be biased but.. After 4 years you’d think you’d warm up to the neighbour kid enough to start to.. tolerate? Be content? .. perhaps even enjoy the presence of?

I don’t want to describe the MC too much but let’s just say the feelings between the both of them are mutual. (As in two teens just wanting to get away from the world.)

The two of you find solace in each other’s presence, the two of you having a mutual understanding that you both don’t really want to interact with the world but you’re totally fine with each other.

I hate how short step 2 was but I don’t know how else to describe angsty teens being angsty teens. So we’re moving onto Step three.

Qiu now understands the MC more, After having 8 years knowing each other and at least 4 years of deep conversations as angsty teenagers they can now officially say they understand your point of view.

Qiu doesn’t try to push the MC out of their comfort zone like he would’ve back in Step 1 but they certainly wouldn’t leave the MC to exactly stay in their own shell of aloofness.

Qiu does try to suggest getting out there, meeting new people but if you totally don’t want to- Up to you! They aren’t you and so they will NOT make that decision for you.

Autumn is up for a chat if you’re looking for one though, even the quietest, shyest, most aloof people in town sometimes need someone their age to talk to. Qiu gets it.

You were there through a very deep part of Qiu’s life and they are ready to be for you too if you want them there. Qiu can’t promise that they’ll help solve your problems or make you the talk of the town, but you better bet that they’ll cherish your relationship far after death do the two of you part.

#qiu lin #not my character #olnf qiu #our life now and forever #qiu lin headcanons #qiu lin x reader #our life qiu #our life x reader #not my art

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artandshid · 1 year

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“Eddie it’s one in the morning why are you calling.” You say groggily into the phone.

“I’m sorry sweetheart we’re you sleeping?” He says with a laugh and you roll your eyes

“Of course not I was getting ready to start my ten mile run.”

“Let’s go for a drive.” He says ignoring your sarcasm. He knows you’re grumpy when you’re tired.

“Eddie, like I already said, it’s one in the morning. Where are we going to drive to? If I leave my house my parents are going to be pissed.”

“You don’t have to tell them, sneak out the window. I’ll be there in 10 minutes.” He says to you.

“Eddie seriously why are you being so persistent? You’re acting crazy man.”

“Y/n, please, as your best friend I am asking you to just come with me.” You’re silent over the phone, because of course you want to go with him, he’s your best friend, but you don’t want to get caught by your parents. “Y/n please.” His serious tone makes you change your mind immediately and that’s how you find yourself getting ready to go for a drive wherever your best friend has in mind.

You hear the knock on your window just as you put your jacket on and see your frizzy haired friend with a smile on his face. “You ready to go?” He mouths to you and you nod your head.

In his car, he has his music playing lowly and he’s rubbing circles on your hand. Which isn’t an abnormal occurrence, but the gesture always brings you a sense of peace.

“So why are we going on a drive again?” You question him and you see him swallow thickly.

“I just needed to get out of the trailer. Couldn’t get out of my own head you know?” You nod your head because you know that he gets like that.

Eddie is a very creative person and with being a creative and innovative person, you have a lot of thoughts. Those positive thoughts are what he turns into art, unfortunately, your best friend hasn’t mastered how to turn those negative thoughts into art, too. That’s why he has you.

“Where are we off to anyway?”

“Where do you want to be off to Sweetheart?”

“Let’s take the drive to Chicago.” You tell him with a smirk, knowing that you guys both love the city and it’s only about an hour and a half away.

“Chicago? You were just complaining that you didn’t want to get in trouble by your parents, if we go to Chicago there’s no way I’ll have you back before they wake up.”

“Then I get in trouble, so what. Let’s go to Chicago.”

He turns to you and smiles, “What have I turned you into?” and you laugh.

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You guys are walking around the city hand in hand, just like you used to do when you were kids.

The topics have ranged from his band, to DND, to Motley Cure’s new album and how dreamy Tommy Lee is, to what you would name your pizza shop if you had one. They could talk about anything and everything together.

Suddenly Eddie got serious and you asked him what was wrong. He shakes his head and kicks a rock, you choose not to push the topic and instead welcomed the comfortable silence.

All of a sudden he stops and you turn and look at him, “How are you and Caden?” Caden was your on and off again boyfriend for about 8 months. Eddie doesn’t like him, he thinks you deserve better, and you know you do, you just stay with him because you were too scared to tell the one you really want that you love him.

“We’re okay right now, but if you ask me again tomorrow the answer might be different.” You say with a laugh and try to get a read of his face.

He takes a step closer to you and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. “You deserve better than him.”

You roll your eyes and laugh, even though you can feel your face burning at his touch, “I know Eds, you only say that every single time he gets brought up.”

He lets out a small laugh but then looks serious again, there’s something behind his eyes that you can’t quite pinpoint which worries you because you always know how he’s feeling.

Your eyebrows pinch in concern and you search his eyes, “Eddie, what’s wrong?”

He takes a deep breath and steps even closer to you, your faces barely an inch apart and he whispers, “I think I’m in love with you.”

Your breath hitches and the screen in front of his eyes was pulled away and all you can see is love and you’ve never been happier.

“Eddie you have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear those words from you. I’m in love with you, too.”

He smiles the widest you’ve ever seen him smile and he leans closer to you, you’re about to kiss him, too, but then you remembered Caden.

You push a little on Eddie’s chest to get him to stop and he looks at you confused.

“I can’t cheat on him, I’m in love with you, but I can’t physically cheat on him.”

He looks hurt, but he backs away and puts his head down.

“I’ll break up with him tomorrow, for good. Because I want to be with you, forever and ever. But I can’t be a cheater, I’m sorry.” You tell him with tears running down your face.

He smiles at you and brushes your tears away. “Until tomorrow then. Let’s head back to the van, yeah?”

You smile back at him, “Yeah, until tomorrow.”

Guys, i’m really in the writing mood, and I don’t know how long it’s going to last so here’s another one.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson angst #eddie munson imagine #eddie x reader #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson x you #best friend! eddie munson #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson request #eddie munson smut

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funficwriter · 7 months

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A Wolf and A Snake (Wriothesley x Reader)

Letters' Interlude - 1

A/N: So these aren't official chapters per say, just an extra to the story that explores the yandere dynamic I'm trying to put forth! Also, I love listening to romantic music while writing for this 🩵 Until I finish Chapter 2, enjoy!

Synopsis: Being a noble meant that marriage was a chess game, not an affair of love. Unfortunately for the pristine Balthazar family of Fontaine, Y/N has long been enamored with love and sought it out before their priorities. After her grey, boring time of courtesy and fake niceness, she meets Duke Wriothesley, who makes her yearn for the first time in her life, and it's the same for him. Threatened by the idea of losing this first, it seems they'll stop at very little to be together...

Warnings: Obsessive yandere language, graphic details in Wriothesley's.

Tag: @yue-caelum

From: Lady Y/N Balthazar - Balthazar Vacation Manor, Belleau Region, Fontaine

To: Duke Wriothesley of Meropide - Fortress of Meropide, Liffey Region, Fontaine

Dearest Duke,

I am not quite sure how to begin or structure my thoughts, so I hope you forgive me if this letter turns out messy. It's barely been 24 hours since our fateful meeting and I finally got some privacy. I should interest you in the fact that today's tea is Earl Grey. I'm having it right now, accompanied by a chocolate and strawberry mille-feuille. If you're ever feeling bold, I'd recommend this combination. Quite the contrast on the taste buds.

I realized that even with our cadence and how we enjoyed chatting together, there's still so much to know. How have you been doing? I'm presuming you're at the Fortress. How is life there? How do you spend your days there? Is it a lot of work? You told me a bit of the nurse. Sigewinne, if I recall correctly. Does she have a lot of patients? And what tea do you drink when you're feeling so tired and done with the world? (I'm partly asking this one for myself. Some days are like that.).

Though I must say, since Liffey is a bit far from Romaritime or the Court's region, you must have a good teleportation waypoint. Belleau is far, too, but by Focalors' name it is enjoyable. It's quiet, lush and lovely. The water is so nice to swim in too. I find that regular swimming is one of the most beautiful parts of my day. I might be heading into more dangerous territory saying this, but I believe you'd enjoy it a lot if I took you with me. If you had a day off and I showed you around, we could then swim in one of the lakes. It's so refreshing and fun, and a good break from the city.

Don't get me wrong; I love its bustle and life. But I know when we return, I'm going to have to look over these boring nobles' declarations, and meet with them more often. Speaking of which, I'm sorry to sound so forward, but... Well, are you interested in carrying this further?

I'd like to tell you something about my worldview. As you know, I read a lot, but last night I couldn't get into the 'why' due to mother's timing. As a child, I felt strangely bored with existence, maybe to a worrying point. That would explain my parents' fretting. I liked the dance and violin lessons, but there was something about my books that gave my gray life a bit of color. Unfortunately, having to come back to real life was a painful must. There were times where I thought to myself: "Is this really life? Boring, plain, and feeling wrong for watching everyone's intense reactions while I derived joy from so few things?". I didn't even want to think about my future as I become a woman. This was all before we met.

Ah, Wriothesley! I've been imagining it over and over in my head! I even stood outside in the cold and closed my eyes and pretended you were right next to me... Imagine my pain when I confronted reality, mixed with the excitement I felt remembering you! Even now, I can't stop kicking my feet as I write this. For the very first time, I was proven wrong. I was mistaken about life, and who said mistakes were bad? After years of chasing perfection, believing it was beauty and goodness... Why, I might have committed the most beautiful fault in existence!

Will you please prove me wrong again? I know I might get greedy and stick to my old worldview, just for it to happen again. But I swear, I'll be good and I'll stop. I just want to feel my entire body and soul rattling in excitement once more. And you're the only one that happens with.

Mother and Father are planning another social, soon after we return to the Court's region. My understanding says you're not often social, so if you don't want any part of it (or even, if I'm being too intense), discard this letter. I must go now, but if you're as invested as I, I will be awaiting a response. And if Celestia is kind, I will be open for more. I'll be open for anything if it's with you.

Yours truly,

Lady Y/N Balthazar

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From: Duke Wriothesley of Meropide - Fortress of Meropide, Liffey Region, Fontaine

To: Lady Y/N Balthazar - Balthazar Vacation Manor, Belleau Region, Fontaine

To my cherished Lady,

I would like to start off by expressing my most feverish thanks, for reasons beyond enumeration. You taking the time to send me this lovely letter is the least of them. It is generally good form for a Duke to answer quick when he can, but I was so overjoyed with your letter's contents, I re-read it many times to take in all the joy you graced me with. I was also very touched with your personal confiance in me, so I'm also writing to return the favor.

First off, do you know how much I yearn to hear about your day, down to the little details? You talked a good deal about Belleau. I didn't care much about that region before, but now? All I've been thinking about is those fresh waters and woods you praised so highly. The only imagination I entertained was you, holding my hand, whispering that there were no nosy gossipers or greedy parents. Just the two of us, and the lake was all ours to swim in until we couldn't.

If it makes you laugh, I thought about it so much, I almost mistakenly wrote some prisoners' region tab as Belleau. Had Sigewinne not been near, the administrative mistake would have been a pain to fix. Are you laughing? I hope for it with all my heart.

And I want to know more. I want to know whether Earl Grey is your favorite, or you're only taking it because it's been brewed at that time. I want to know which chocolate you like best. Which books you're currently reading, and why you're so interested in lycanthropes without a hint of discrimination. Will you tell me more? If we get the chance to talk with less barriers, will you enlighten me with you?

After getting to know your old worldview, I question just how alike we are. It's easy for two people to share superficial interests. But when one feels so dissected, so naked knowing about another's deeper life and secrets, you can't help but question whether Celestia really does link souls. Whether you once knew them, or whether fate can be so perfect to send such a person your way. I'm sure you felt terrified writing it. Your mailbox may be private, but who knows when your family feels nosy and reads it? You know of the risks that come with such correspondence, especially as a maiden. Despite that, you didn't throw it into the trash. You wrote it, and sent it to me, letting me know about you. You may have just intoxicated me, and now I feel like I might die if that is all I know of you.

As respect to this, I'll confide in you, only it may be a little graphic. "If you feel queasy after this, feel free to end our correspondence here."... Is what I wish I could say with full honesty, because after that night, I'm not sure whether I can really be okay with that outcome.

I used to commit crime, both petty and serious. Such was the life of an orphan at the time. Being little fish wasn't an option; You had to be the top dog or get eaten alive. I opted for the first, even if it landed me in prison later on. My convictions range quite a bit, but once I grew up, I renounced crime. Even insignificant things. I wanted to leave that behind me.

Forget the obvious stealing sweets from the kitchen. When I saw that slimy Duke Arya talking to you, touching your shoulder, acting as if he always knew you and your wedding was tomorrow, I never felt the urge to murder as much as I did that night. The reasons behind my old violent crimes felt so small next to the ugly sight in front of me. You clearly didn't want him, but he kept going, as if you'd magically change your mind and be into slimeheads like him. How dare he be the reason you were pulled apart from me? Where does he get the gall to take you, act like you're owed to him if your parents decided?

How I wanted to end his pathetic standing, laughing, breathing. How I wanted to use my vision and punch his head out into an ice block, then freezing his wrangling body so he wouldn't mess up the carpet. How I wanted to lunge at him, bite, claw and make a bloody mess out of him. What did it matter if I perpetuated half-wolf stereotypes, when he was doing this? Which would hurt him more? Only one idea stopped me: You might not react to a show of violence so well. Oh, if I traumatized you, I'd never forgive myself. Being sent back to jail would be too light a punishment for a beast like that.

Please don't worry about transport, or ask about my attendance. I'm determined to attend that social. I'm so happy you told me about this in advance; I'm going to be seeing you, in all your radiance and beauty that make the world pale. So long as that happens, all is well for now. In the meantime, I'm adding some final touches to my declaration, and eagerly waiting for our next meeting, and hopefully the time I can freely take you into my arms, kiss you and prove the both of us wrong about everything.

With all the love I can hold,

Duke Wriothesley

#genshin impact x reader #yandere genshin x reader #yandere wriothesley #yandere wriothesley x reader #yandere reader #yandere fontaine x reader

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kiiwiigii · 9 months

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The Red-Eyed Boy pt. iii

Pt. One | Two | Outtake

Alec x Swan!Fem!Reader

Summary: Alec returns and shows you how sorry he is. *wink, wink*

Warnings:

Smidge of angst

Smidge of bondage

Straight up smut

Word Count: 3,130

A/N: Today I learned that suck at writing smut, but please enjoy anyways. As with all my Alec fics, he is aged up. Also, I am fucking obsessed with this gif.

Tags: @rosedpetal, @lack-lust-3r, @badass-daisy-22

Alice and Bella eyed me warily from their spot on the kitchen table as I padded around the kitchen. It was my turn for dinner tonight and I was working on a new recipe.

"Please stop looking at me like that. I'm not about to keel over dead and I'm definitely not about to poison Bella right before she gets married."

I grinned when Bella scrunched up her nose in annoyance.

"You're not gonna die because you're tied to Edward through a piece of paper, Bells."

"Says you." She grumbled.

"Have you heard from him?" Alice asked softly.

"No." I pursed my lips.

It had been nearly two weeks, and I hadn't heard a damn thing from Alec. I had called and texted only to be ignored and left on read. I knew he'd be mad, but for the love of God, he was taking this too far. I just wanted to strangle him. I had spent the first week moping before trying to shake myself out of it. I refused to let myself fall into the state that Bella had after Edward left.

Although it was really hard not to. I still had my moments, usually in the evenings when I was alone.

I paused in the middle of chopping an onion, looking over my shoulder at Alice. Her visions were the only thing I could really count on right now, unless I had a vision of my own. Unfortunately, sleep had been avoiding me, and when I did sleep nothing came to me.

She shook her head sadly, indicating that she hadn't seen anything. Yet. However, she also hadn't seen anything different from her previous visions, so nothing had really changed, and that gave me hope.

"So, Y/N, we have your first dress fitting tomorrow." Alice, thankfully, changed the subject.

"Ooh yay! Do I get to see Bella's dress?"

Bella groaned before plonking her head onto the table. She was so easy to tease.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you didn't want to marry me." Edward entered the kitchen, shrugging off his jacket.

I smiled watching them all together, happy to watch the little scene from afar. Eventually I had to turn back around, doing my best to hum a tune in my head, both to distract myself from the situation with Alec and so Edward wouldn't pick up on my depressing thoughts. This should be a happy time.

Somehow, I don't think I was fooling anyone.

It was official. I hated weddings and anything to do with them. I was almost positive that had I not been in a house full of vampires, Rosalie would have stuck a few pins in me on purpose.

It was dark by the time I finally arrived home, and all I really wanted to do was shower and pass out on my bed. Keeping up a relatively happy façade almost 24/7 was exhausting.

The house was dark, and I suddenly remembered that dad was out on one of his camping trips with a friend. Well, at least I would have the house to myself, and I could be as depressed as I wanted.

I went straight to my room to gather some pajamas and a towel. I almost felt too tired to even shower, but I'll be damned if I'm not going to make sure I do some basic self-care. Throwing my bag onto the bed, I began to strip.

"You should keep your window locked."

I jumped and let out a scream, quickly covering myself, dress already hanging half off.

It was Alec, propped up on my bed, another book in hand. How had I not seen him?? I even threw my bag in his direction.

"Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" I wheezed at him, trying my best to get my racing heart back under control.

"Not particularly." His eyes roamed over me, from head to toe, his eyes lingering on my neck, where my pomegranate seed necklace hung. And then the dangling straps of my dress. "You look beautiful, tesoro."

I blinked rapidly, trying my best to figure out what the hell was happening. I hadn't heard from Alec in nearly a month and here he was, just sitting here. In my room. On my bed. As if nothing had ever happened.

"Where have you been? Why have you been ignoring me?"

He simply eyed me before closing the book with a thump.

"I was extremely… angry. There was a while where I did not really have control of myself. I even scared Jane." He admitted. "I didn't want to take it out on you. Or for you to see that side of me."

I glared at him.

"So, you just disappear without a word? Didn't bother telling me that you were okay and that you just needed space? You're aware that I've had visions of you since I was like, six years old, right? I've seen you angry."

"Not like this, you haven't." He said quietly.

"Do you know what I thought? I thought you had left me. Despite whatever Alice's visions tell her, I know that they can change at the drop of a hat. I was just sitting here waiting, praying that you wouldn't change your mind."

Fuck, here come the tears.

He was next to me in a heartbeat, hands cupping my face. I tried to back away, but he kept his grip firm.

"I would never leave you, Y/N." He said softly, wiping the tears away. "Ever. I have never been good at relationships. I have always kept myself at arm's length, but you, you are different. And when I saw you on that field, after the battle, I had never been so scared and angry in my life."

He paused for a minute, searching. "Had I lost you, I would have burned the world down."

My breath hitched in surprise, and I could feel my heart skip a beat. He kissed me then, and I allowed it, wrapping my arms around his neck as he reached for my waist. His kiss was soft and controlled, while mine was bordering on desperation.

"Don't you ever do that to me again." He whispered against my lips, a warning.

Why did that turn me on and piss me off at the same time?

"I'm sorry, what was that? Because it sure didn't sound like an apology, Alec."

He pulled me flush against him, nipping at my collarbone in reproach. I hissed in pain, but he quickly soothed it over with his tongue.

"Then let me show you how sorry I am." He whispered.

He pulled me in for a heated kiss and I couldn't help but gasp. Alec took the opportunity to dip his tongue into my mouth again, and the moan that worked its way up my throat had him growling possessively.

I could already feel my nipples tightening and the wet heat between my legs.

I grabbed him by the collar to pull him closer. He gladly obliged and before long, he had me pressed into the bed, right underneath him, his lips giving slow languid kisses anywhere he could reach.

"Alec." My voice was caught in my throat.

Goddammit. He hadn't even gotten me out of my clothes before he had me begging. Hell, he had barely even touched me.

And I was supposed to be mad at him, dammit!

He paused, lips at the swell of my breast. Finally, he lifted himself up so he could look me in the eye, searching my face.

"Do you trust me?"

I nodded my head furiously.

"I need to hear you say it, Y/N."

"I trust you."

I was practically panting.

Alec produced a long strip of gauzy fabric and slowly tied my hands together, gauging my reaction, before putting them above my head.

"Did you come prepared with that?" I gaped at him.

"No. I took it from your bag." He smirked.

My bag? Since when did he have the time to go through my bag? I looked at my tied wrists again, trying to wrack my brain as to why I had a long ass strip of-

'Oh my god.'

It was the sash to my bridesmaid's dress. I know I hadn't put it in there. The last time I had seen it- Alice. She fucking knew. She had to. She had a vision and didn't even tell me. Granted, if this was a part of her vision, I would be highly embarrassed to hear her explain exactly what she saw.

"Now." Alec put my hands above my head again, and then trailed his own hands down my arms to my collarbone, thumbing over the mark he had placed on it earlier. "Your hands stay put above your head until I say otherwise. If they do not, I stop. No matter what I am in the middle of." He warned, pausing to make sure that I understood. "Are you okay with this? If not, we can stop."

I shook my head back and forth frantically.

"Y/N, I need you need to say it out loud."

"Yes." I breathed.

"Good. If you become uncomfortable at any point you are to tell me."

"Yes sir." It was out of my mouth before I even realized it and I blushed furiously.

"Are you sure you're a virgin?" He teased.

"Why don't you find out for yourself?" I teased back, a little breathless.

Alec's brows raised before he smirked, leaning in closer, mouth right next to my cheek.

"I think I am going to enjoy this very much." His hands began to make their way past my collar bone to cup my breasts through the fabric of my dress, his thumbs flicking slowly back and forth over my nipples.

My back arched in a gasp, and he let out a hum, pleased with my reaction. Soon I felt more and more skin being exposed to the cool night air, his cold lips and tongue following right behind it, licking and nipping his way until, aside from my bra, I was fully exposed from the waist up. I blushed as he sat back, admiring the view.

"You are truly beautiful, mio cara." He breathed.

His cold hands caressed every inch of exposed skin, purposely avoiding the spots that I wanted him to touch the most. I pouted up at him and he swiped a thumb across my lip.

"I must admit Y/N, I like seeing you like this. And I think you like it too."

Slowly, I gave his thumb a long lick before sucking it into mouth. His eyes darkened even further, and I could practically feel the rumble of possessiveness in his chest.

"Careful, amore." His voice was now husky and strained.

I released his thumb, edging my teeth along the sides and cocked an eyebrow at him. "I thought you were supposed to be apologizing."

His eyes were now pitch black.

"I think you forget who's in control here."

I let out a squeak as he moved aside and ripped my dress the rest of the way down, leaving me in just my bra and panties. He settled himself between my legs, to nip and kiss his way along the inside of my thighs.

I sucked in a sharp breath when he placed a kiss right over my covered mound, and then nuzzled into it. My hands jerked and he looked up at me, remaining still.

"Hands, amore." He chided.

I immediately put them back in place, wriggling my hips in anticipation. Finally, he slid my panties down, revealing my inner most self, glistening and wet just for him.

"Perfect."

It was the only thing I heard before his mouth was on me and my back arched off the bed yet again.

Keeping perfect eye contact with me, he gave me long slow licks, delving into me with his tongue. And then he found my clit. I couldn't help it, I cried out, my hands immediately coming down to lace themselves through his hair.

This wasn't an apology; this was fucking torture.

He paused with a growl.

"Hands, amore."

"But- but-"

He lifted himself up slightly, a warning look in his dark eyes. "Hands."

"Alec." I whined, wriggling my hips again and trying push him back down. "Please."

"You know the rules, principessa."

"Did you just call me princess?"

He just smirked. "You're learning. Now, hands. If I have to tell you again, I will tie you to the bed."

'You just may have to do that.' I thought.

He watched me for a moment more before slowly lowering himself back down, wrapping his arms around my thighs to keep my hips level. He began his slow assault on me yet again and I did my absolute best to keep my arms above my head. It was working so far... barely.

Before long I could feel a warm heat beginning to build low in my stomach.

"Oh god, please don't stop." I chanted. "Don't stop. Don't stop. Don't stop."

I wasn't entirely sure what was happening, all I knew what that it felt good, and he absolutely had to keep going. Otherwise, I was sure I was going to die right then and there.

And then the bastard stopped.

"Alec." I let out a low whine.

He crawled back up to me, placing a kiss on my lips and I groaned at the taste of my arousal on him.

"No cumming just yet, amore." He swept his tongue along my lips. "The only cumming you will be doing is on my cock."

I almost choked. "Have- have you always been this dirty?"

"You have no idea." He bit my earlobe and I squirmed at his words. “And this is only just the beginning.”

"Well, it looks like won't be doing much of anything, since you're still dressed."

"That can easily be remedied."

My eyes widened as he slipped off his shirt. I had always known he was muscular but there was a big difference between feeling it and seeing it. Next came his pants and underwear, and I’m pretty sure my brain stopped working.

How was that going to fit??

"Like what you see?”

I simply nodded my head, my mind still trying to process the situation I was in... and the fact that his cock was rather... large.

He leaned over and began untying my hands. I raised a brow at him.

"I want you clinging to me when you cum."

Oh fuck.

My hands immediately went to explore his naked chest when he caught my hand and kissed my fingertips.

"Are you still okay?"

"Alec, I swear to God if you don't fuck me-"

He cut me off, crushing his lips to mine and I suddenly felt him nudging at my entrance. He sat back briefly, rubbing himself in my juices, preparing.

"Eyes on me, amore."

I swiftly looked back up at him. I don't think I could have taken my eyes off him in that moment.

Finally, finally, I felt him enter me ever so slowly. I let out a hiss of pain, my hands clutching desperately at the sheets, and he stopped, letting me adjust for a minute, all the while never breaking eye contact. This, this was something else. I had never felt so full.

"Fuck, you're tight."

I let out a whimper.

"It's okay, mio cara." He kissed away the tears from my face, I hadn't even realized that I was crying. "I'm going to move now."

And boy did he move. It took a few thrusts before the pain subsided and then I felt as if I was flying. He kept his thrusts steady and deep, his hands roaming my sides before cupping my breasts and placing gently kisses along the edges. And then proceeded to close his mouth on one of my nipples through the lace.

"Alec."

He didn't reply, deciding to suck harder and scrape against the sensitive buds with his teeth instead. If he kept this up, I wasn't going to last long, and I think he knew it. He sat up again, but this time he angled my hips up and I was suddenly seeing stars. He was hitting my sweet spot now and I couldn't contain my moans any longer. I could feel it building, and building, and building.

"Don't you dare stop." I panted.

"Eyes on me, darling." He ordered, grabbing my face, and making me look him in the eyes. "I want to see the look in your eyes when I make you come on my cock."

Oh, God. He was speaking to me in Italian, and I didn't have the slightest clue as to what he was saying, but it was hot.

"Alec, please. Make me cum. I want to come."

"Fuck, so tight for me." He thrust harder and I could feel the walls of my pussy starting to tighten up. "I want to see you come undone around me."

"A-Alec!"

He forced me to look up at him again as I came hard, legs wrapping around his waist as he nearly collapsed on top of me. If I was seeing stars before, now I was suddenly seeing a whole fucking galaxy.

"Fuck." He kissed me deeply as I felt him spasming inside me, cool liquid coating the walls of my pussy.

He hovered like that for a long moment, his kisses turning into soft, languid ones, his hands roaming in even softer caresses. Finally, he pulled out of me, and let his eyes wonder over me. I'm sure I looked a mess, but he seemed to like what he saw, judging by the smirk on his face.

"Come, amore. Let's get you cleaned up."

"I don't think I can walk." I closed my eyes, doing my best to breathe and not die from great sex.

"I can definitely help you there."

I nearly yelped as he lifted me from the bed bridal style.

"Is this your way of saying you want shower sex?" I wriggled my eyebrows at him.

"I had not really thought of it, but if you insist."

I laughed and snuggled into his chest.

He paused a moment, really looking me over now. "I am truly sorry, Y/N. For everything."

I placed a hand on his cheek. "Apology accepted."

NEXT - (Outtake)

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Translation (Done via Google): Tesoro: Darling/Treasure Mio Cara: My darling. Principessa: Princess

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I’ve dreamed of this (Part I)

Summary: You are a part of the BAU, and for the longest time you and Dr. Spencer Reid had been best of friends, even when it was clear to everyone else, and at times to you, that you should be more than that, and when something almost happens on a night out with the team, everything is destined to change. This is a double pov story (each chapter will be alternated between y/n's and spencer's pov)

Chapter summary: After solving a case the team goes to a bar to blow off some steam, and inevitably, the tension between you and Spencer grows.

warnings: alcohol consumption

Y/n

Knock knock. You looked up from the pictures of the 16-year-old victim found in the woods two days ago. You had caught her killer today, and as you filed the case in the solved pile, you had felt it was your duty, or at least the respectful thing to do, to give her one last goodbye before you inevitably had to move on. You hated this part of your job. You hated the need to not get attached. You knew it was right, that if you did start caring too much you wouldn't have been able to do your job anymore. That if you started to think of the bodies in front of you as sons or daughters, as loved and cared for, you wouldn't have been able to help them anymore. And so you didn't. You looked at everything objectively, only focusing on the technical aspects of it all, but for every case, Once you solved it or once, unfortunately, you had to give up on it, you granted yourself 10 minutes. 10 minutes of humanity and mourning in front of the tragedy you had just spent weeks treating with detachment. And it seemed that today, your ten minutes had been interrupted. "Y/n you coming?" Derek was smiling at you. "Huh?" "We're going to get a drink" "Oh" you laughed softly "yeah, sure. Just give me a minute" "ok, great" he turned away just to turn back around "I'm sorry if I interrupted your little ritual," he apologized with a genuinely worried expression. You shook your head, of course, he knew about it. You always somehow forgot you were surrounded by people whose job was literally reading others "it's fine. Don't worry" you reassured him as he walked away from your desk, this time actually.

"c'mon pretty boy" You had packed your bag, exited your cubicle, and walked to the glass doors to meet the others to find Morgan talking to a very unsure Spencer. "yeah come on pretty boy" you joked as you elbowed the poor man. Derek grinned "He says he's too tired" he nodded at him. Spencer threw his head back in exasperation, his adam's apple in full view as he stretched his long neck, his honey hair falling back with it. "Oh.Not a chance" you turned to him "I really am" he mumbled "Spence you need to relax" "I can relax at home" "come on it'll be fun" you raised your eyebrows "we can dance " his lips twitched into a sly smile "and have a drink with alcohol in it this time" you placed your hand on his arm and noticed how he gulped "and you can tell me all about whatever statistic there is about how dirty bars are and I promise I'll listen" His eyes fell to the floor and then back up to you. You could see on his face he had already surrendered "You know I don't dance" "We'll see" you smiled maliciously as his eyes traveled down to your lips. He cleared his throat “I just- I have to get a thing from my desk” “Alright just don't try to sneak out of here Spence” “I wouldn’t dare” he laughed, turning around. You let your eyes linger on his frame a little longer before turning to Derek. He chuckled “What?” He put his hands in front of him in defense, still smiling smugly “nothing. It’s just interesting how he never seems to say no to you” “Well, what can I say? I have my charm” you joked He winced “yeah I’m not sure it’s just that” “Oh stop it” you rolled your eyes at his assumption. It wasn’t the first time he suggested it. “I'm just saying.” He shrugged “ you don’t see dr. Spencer Reid stutter every day” "When will you stop with this theory of yours?" "When you'll admit I'm right" You scoffed "yeah right" He raised an eyebrow knowingly and you scowled at him as Spencer approached. "I didn't sneak out" "I see that, you're a man of your word " you smiled, sensing Morgan's lips twitch into a cocky grin. "we should go" he said "The others are already there"

"well hello" you said as a series of all kinds of greetings met your ears, variating from hotch's polite - hello - to Penelope's - hello my most precious -. You sat down next to Emily and after a moment of hesitation, spencer set next to you. Now, you weren't stupid, hell, studying people's behavior was your job, so yes, you had been lying to Derek before. You weren't certain about it, but you had a suspicion that what he enjoyed suggesting so much was actually the truth. You had noticed it a long time ago. You had joined the bureau about a year after he had, and even if you weren't that experienced of a profiler you could see how he acted differently when he was with you. He was always awkward, I mean, it's spencer Reid we're talking about, but when he was with you he was even more. he had trouble looking you in the eyes, would freeze after even the slightest touch, and was very hesitant to talk to you, and when he did, he would often find himself stuttering or blushing or saying - sorry- with that little sweet voice of his a lot. But you didn't let go. you knew that under all that shyness and awkwardness there would be someone extremely interesting. and you were right. As time went by he got better, he started speaking to you voluntarily, engaging in long conversations, filled with dorky jokes and boring data, conversations that you started to adore and that, time after time, made you two learn more about each other than you could have ever imagined. But after all this time, after 4 whole years, you would notice how he sometimes would still when you touched him, or how when you wore a little more revealing clothes it was hard to have him look you in the eyes,or millions of others small things that made you question what you actually meant to him. But there were two fundamental problems, and as much as you wanted to explore that thought that sometimes crept into your mind, these always seemed to be there to remind you not to. The first one being the fact that you were and are, co-workers, as in workers that work together, as in workers that basically live in their office and that travel constantly together, and that have done 2 days of holidays collectively this year. And let's not forget, coworkers as in workers who cannot have relationships with one another due to the very strict policy their boss has everyone follow. So that was one And the second, which, even if it should have probably been the opposite, was the one that scared you the most, was that most importantly, you were friends. Best of them for that matter. You had known each other for four full years, and in those years you had both gone through so much and had been each other's lifeline for so long that you felt like if you ruined everything, if, let's say you actually did something about what he felt, or most importantly, what you felt, and things didn't work out or it turned out you had read everything wrong, well then, you wouldn't know how to do it anymore. How to do it without him by your side. And so you stopped yourself. Every time you started even thinking about the possibility of doing something about all the beats your heart would skip when he complimented you, you thought of the worst possible outcome and forced yourself to bottle everything up. You didn't want to lose him. You just couldn't. "So what are we drinking?" JJ said "How 'bout some shots?" Emily immediately intervened as hotch scowled at her. "We have work tomorrow" "And we had work today" she raised an eyebrow and he nodded slightly, as he always did when he was unenthusiastically approving of something. Emily smiled as little shouts of excitement left JJ's and Penelope's throats. You leaned closer to spencer and whispered "this is not gonna end well", earning a little laugh from him. The same sound that every time made you feel all warm and squishy inside. Like you didn't know what to do with your hands anymore. "well whatever happens I'm here" he bent down to murmur against your ear, his breath tickling you softly "I'll protect you from drunk Emily". You snorted "Then thank god for you dr. Reid" you placed your hand on his chest as you looked up at him through your lashes. You could see his cheeks turning a pinker shade. Fuck, how you wish you could just give in. "y-yeah" he laughed nervously "a real life-saver". "absolutely" you smiled, taking your hand off of him, and, as you suspected, rendering him able to breathe again.

"you want another drink?" Emily asked you over the music. It had been an hour and you were now scattered all across the bar. Morgan with some girl on the dance floor, where JJ and Penelope were visibly sweating their ass off to the beat of the music, Rossi, Hotch, and Reid still at the table, probably discussing something to do with work, and you and Emily at the bar, taking a break from the dancing. You took a deep breath as you caught your breath "no thanks" you said, "I have to go get something I was promised". Prentiss frowned as You strutted to the table the boys were at. You didn't even let them time to express their confusion before you spoke. "You owe me a dance" you reached your hand out to Spencer "I don't dance y/n" You didn't say anything, just pressured him to take your hand. "and I never said I was going to" he raised an eyebrow "please" you pouted. "Y/n..." his voice was strained as he tilted his head to the side. You liked this visual, him beneath you, all his pretty features completely visible, his hazel eyes perfectly accessible, just like his slightly parted rosey mouth. "Spence..." you mimicked his tone, still pouting. "I'll show you. I promise" you smiled reassuringly. He looked to his colleagues and was met only with encouraging looks. It was public want for him to loosen up a bit, for his own good. "ok but no making fun of me" he said as he took your small hand into his big and powerful one. "you know I will" you bit down a smile as you started walking to the dance floor. There weren’t many people dancing but you still decided to stop at the side of the dance floor, knowing as Spencer didn’t like to feel squished between many people. You glanced to your right, where the mass was, all sweaty and close to each other. There was what was clearly a couple slow dancing right next to you, disregarding the upbeat rhythm of the music, and close to them, two girls were jumping up and down, screaming the music’s lyrics into each other’s ears. You smiled at the picture as you turned to Spencer again. He was nervous. You could see the slightly panicked look in his eyes, the twitch in his mouth as you took his other hand in yours and started swaying to the rhythm, moving his arms with yours. His body was still immobile like a piece of wood, not giving any signs of knowing in the slight what dancing meant. His eyes were fixated on your face, intimidating you a bit. “You’re gonna have to move at one point Spence” you smiled He did the same as he looked at his feet ” I have no idea how to” he said, sounding completely hopeless. So dramatic. “Just listen to the music” you looked for his eyes “It’s easy trust me” “ it’s easy for you” he raised his eyebrows “ it should be even easier for you Mr. IQ of 187” you grinned. His lips twitched into a shy smile “ that doesn’t really help with stuff like this” “So you’re saying I just found something I’m smarter than the wonder boy at? What a confidence boost” you smirked He shook his head “You are smarter than me at many things y/n” Now it was your turn to blush. You laughed softly “I appreciate you lying to me, but we both know that’s not true Spence” you kept moving to the rhythm “But it is” he said honestly “ we wouldn’t know how to do it without you” he glanced behind you ” without your ability to get the suspects to tell you everything” his feet started to mindlessly move with the music “ not to mention all those times you figure a case out in 5 minutes” his hips began to sway slightly. It seemed the only way to get Spencer Reid to dance was to make him forget he was doing it. You smiled as you got closer to him“you’re flattering me, Doctor” He chuckled “w-well you-you deserve it” “Why thank you” you giggled, and without giving yourself time to think about why you shouldn’t, you untangled your hands from his and brought them up behind his neck. Intertwining them right where his hair started. His arms were frozen by his side and for a moment you regretted what you had just done, he seemed uncomfortable. “I’m sorry is this ok?” His cheeks were bright red “n-no, I mean yes I-I like it” he stuttered, making you laugh softly. You breathed a sigh of relief before you started moving again, inevitably dragging him with you. “You can touch me too you know?” You eyed his hands and he gulped “o-ok”. He slowly raised them and uncertaintly placed them on your waist. You could feel he wasn’t really holding you, just skimming you shily, but nonetheless a shiver traveled down your spine. You smiled. You liked this feeling, being so close to him you could smell the scent of his clean clothes and his natural fragrance, something you had no idea how to describe. You continued moving with the music, which had now changed to a slower-paced song, as spencer did the same, slowly loosening up. “You’re getting good at it” “You don’t have to lie” “I’m not” He raised an eyebrow and you smiled guiltily ” maybe just a little bit” “Thought so” You swayed even closer to him while dancing, slowly moving in sync with him. Your eyes left his to glance quickly at the room around you. The purple and white lights flooded the space as everyone seemed lost in their own thoughts or too busy tasting someone else’s mouth. As your eyes toured around the room, Derek caught your eye. He was dancing with a pretty blonde girl, that is, if we can call that dancing, there was a little too much grinding for it to be fitting to your definition. He felt your eyes on him and raised his head from its place on the girl’s shoulder. You already knew what his reaction was gonna be, and you were proven right immediately as the sides of his lips turned up in a much too smug grin, his eyes communicating very clearly - I know I’m right, and so do you- You rolled your eyes in response and he just laughed. “What’s wrong?” Spence said worriedly You shook your head “ nothing, don’t worry” you smiled reassuringly getting closer to him, just to spite morgan, and maybe, just maybe also because you really really wanted to. He stilled momentarily again and you couldn’t help but play with some of the hair a the base of his neck, hoping it was as soothing for him as it was for you. It seemed to work as he started dancing again. The music changed to a more rhythmic tune again, but you didn't feel like dancing to it, you needed fresh air. "You wanna go out a sec?" "Sure"

You knew going out with only him was only gonna make Derek, just like Emily, who had also suggested your mutual interest in each other before, believe more in their theory, but you didn't care, it's not as if anything was gonna happen. And even if it did, they would never know. Not that it was going to, obviously. "so" you started, leaning on the cold brick wall of the bar, Spencer was in front of you "are you having fun?" A car passed by on the dark road. The only sound besides the low thumps of the music coming from inside. " yes, I really am actually" he smiled " you seem surprised" you noticed He looked at his feet and then at you again "Well, you know, it's just bars aren't really my thing" "right" you nodded "but I like being with you" he said faintly "with-with all of you, I mean" You bit down a grin "I like being with you too" "W-well that's great" "yep" you said "otherwise who can I make fun of for his dancing?" you giggled, making him laugh sarcastically. "you said I wasn't bad" "I did say that" you tilted your head to the side "but you still have a couple of things to learn" "Well, I blame the teacher" You gasped as you punched his shoulder playfully "unbelievable" "I'm kidding" he smiled "you're actually a great teacher" "damn right I am" He wet his lips as he looked around. "It's nice when no one's here" "yes it is" you agreed, taking in the lightly lit sidewalk, leading up to the park you walked by every day. It's weird how light can make such a difference to your surroundings, able to make a dark street feel unsafe at night, and the spot in front of a bar safe and comforting. maybe it wasn't the light, you thought, maybe it was the company. "What were you talking about with Hotch and Rossi?" He turned towards the sound of your voice "Oh you know," he winced, regretting what he was about to say "scotch" Your mouth opened in an amused surprise "You?" he sighed "yes me y/n. I know some stuff about alcohol" "but you don't even drink it" "Yeah, but I read about it" he shrugged "wow" you smiled "You're full of surprises doctor Reid" "thanks?" he said more as a question "It's a compliment" you stepped closer to him, putting your hand on his arm "It's what makes you so interesting" You scrunched your nose "that and the whole genius thing" He laughed softly "well I'm glad" he said "and just so you know, y-you're also very interesting" "oh I know" you spoke "I've been told before, not always as a compliment though" "I'm sorry" "It's fine. At least I know someone like me now" He smiled, his eyes focusing somewhere on your cheek. "You-You have an eyelash there" "o-oh, where?" He hesitated a moment before bringing his hand to your face and gently picking it off "there" "thanks" you murmured "make a wish" "huh?" you frowned "for the eyelash" "O-oh right" You hadn't realized until now how close you had gotten. His face was just a few inches from yours and you could feel the warmth of his body so close to yours, not to mention the feeling of his fingers on your face still lingering on your cheek. You closed your eyes, expressing the wish. "Done?" he asked, once you opened them again. He hadn't moved away, much to your relief. "all done" "Then you can blow it away" he said, moving his finger to your mouth, the eyelash still there. You did, blowing gently on his digit, as your eyes were fixated on his, which on the other side, couldn't help but fall to your lips. His adam's apple shifted as he swallowed nervously. He was so beautiful, his brown eyes wide through his long lashes, the strands of his hair on his forehead, and his mouth so damningly inviting. He was even more handsome this up close. You weren't in control anymore as you automatically leaned closer, while he did the same. You could almost feel his lips on yours, those pinkish, tortured beautiful lips were about to meet yours when the bar door opened. You both took a step back. fuck. "Oh hey guys Rossi is offering another round!" Emily's voice felt distant in your ears, as if those few feet separating you were actually miles. You looked at Spencer. His eyes were fixated somewhere behind you, panic clear in them, and then turned to Emily, forcing a smile. "great, we'll be right in" you said unconvincingly. "All right, just don't wait too long before he changes his mind" she joked before going back in. The street looked darker now, lonelier. "Spence" you tried reaching for him before stopping yourself, remembering where that led to just moments ago. "Spence we're drunk- It was just-" "I have to go" he interrupted your blabbering "but-" "I'm sorry I-" he glanced at you, and your heart sunk in your chest at the look in his eyes, the same ones that were so full before, now seemingly so empty. "I have to go" he said, before turning and walking away, leaving you alone, in the dark night, without a light to hold on to. You had really fucked up, you thought as you stood there sole, mouth still open as the unsaid words you hadn't spoken died on your tongue. Fuck. You looked at your watch. In only ten minutes, you had managed to fuck everything up. Just perfect.

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btsficsandsuch · 8 months

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Hi! Can I request Yoongi dealing with his partner who is itchy from bug bites?

I may or may not have a whole summer's worth of bug bites on me right now and am ridiculously itchy at all times in the most awkward places. (Never wear shorts and flip flops when attacking dead branches with a tee ball bat)

Sorry this took a few days. I hope you like it and that you’re feeling better! That happened to me once and it was awful.

Lavender Oil

You looked over at the clock sitting on your nightstand and saw the time, 3:37am. You’ve been in bed since 10:00pm but have probably only gotten a combined hour and a half of sleep thanks to the dozens of bug bites covering your body. You knew going on a hike in the woods while wearing shorts and a tank top was a bad idea but you still did it anyways and now you were suffering the consequences.

No amount of lotion is helping to stop the itchiness. It’s feels like it’s getting worse by the minute and you’re slowly loosing your mind. You’re trying your best to scratch the itch in the middle of your back by slowly wiggling on the bed but unfortunately all that does is wake up your boyfriend Yoongi who’s sleeping next to you. “Y/N what’s wrong?”, he asks groggily. “Nothing Yoongles. Don’t worry about it.”, you said giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. Not wanting to wake him up further you decide to go out into the kitchen and get some water and another allergy pill hoping it’ll help with some of the itchiness. While standing at the kitchen sink looking out the window you felt two arms snake around your waist and pull you closer. Turning around you saw a very tired looking Yoongi staring down at you. “Come with me Y/N.”, he said before grabbing your hand.

He pulled you into the bathroom where you saw the bathtub filled with steaming hot water. “I read that a hot bath can help with the itchiness from bug bites. I also added a little lavender oil too. It said it was supposed to help.”, he said while slowly getting you out of your pajamas. Carefully you got in the hot water and instantly felt some relief. Yoongi sat down on the stool next to you and rested this head on the side of the tub so he could look over at you. “Yoongi please go back to sleep. I’ll be okay.”, you said trying to convince him to get back in bed knowing he had to get up in just a few short hours. “No it’s okay. I’d rather be here with you. Besides, I’d never pass up the opportunity to see you naked in the bathtub., he said with a smirk causing you to chuckle.

The warm bath was doing wonders for your skin except for the few bites on the top of your shoulder and around your neck where the water couldn’t quite reach. You couldn’t resist the urge and started scratching. Yoongi, who you thought was asleep at the side of the tub reached up and grabbed your hand to stop you. “You have to stop scratching Y/N. It’s going to make the itching worse and it’ll leave scars.”, he said while scooping up some of the water to your shoulder and neck and rubbing it in to make sure the lavender oil reached everywhere. After you were sufficiently soaked and the itching had subsided as much as it was going to you decided to get out of the tub and head back to bed. Yoongi helped you dry off and rub the anti itching lotion on your back and shoulders before giving your cheek a kiss.

Once back in bed he pulled you close and gave you another kiss. “Feel better?”, he asked. You nodded, “Yeah thank you for that. It really did help. I’m just sorry you had to wake up with me. I don’t know why these bugs had to attack me like this.” Squeezing you a little tighter he smiled, “It’s probably because you’re just so sweet.” Rolling your eyes at his cheesiness you snuggled in a little closer before finally drifting off to sleep.

#bts fanfic #bts #bts x reader #yoongi fanfic #yoongi imagine #yoongi fluff #bts imagines #bts fluff #bts yoongi #yoongi x reader #min yoongi #suga #yoongi x y/n

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altrodent · 5 months

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Not Losing You

Pairing: (Jealous)Steve Harrington x Reader

Genre/Warnings: Fluff, established reader/character lore, slight cursing, gender neutral reader, use of (Y/N) (IM SORRY) Tired 1-2am writing (not proof read)

Summary: After you and Nancy stopped hanging around Steve, a certain blonde takes a liking to you, and Steve can’t take it. 🤭❤️‍🩹

When asked about the Halloween party, mostly everyone would say it was fun, sexy even. Mostly- but to Nancy and Steve it was nothing but a mess, of course a mess that you got dragged into by a drunken brunette. You could tell immediately by Nancy’s fuddled walk and Steve’s miserable expression that something terrible had happened. Nancy slowly dragged you with her, the girls words slurred “Come on… t-this parties just bullshit.” You looked at her confused, the crowd around you loosening as everyone stared. “Nance, what are you talking about? What happened with-“ she turns around and places her well manicured finger up to you face shushing you “Don’t worry about it- let’s just leave…”

She began to head out the door before a California-tanned arm grabs a hold of your waist, “Hey, leaving so soon?” You turn around to see Billy, standing almighty and extremely way too close. “I thought we were having fun, baby” Nancy looks at Billy annoyed and keeps pulling you with her. “Yeah, we were it’s just- she needs a ride home, it’s been a long night.” Nancy hops into the passengers seat, pouting with her arms crossed. “Ah, well, don’t be afraid to come back. You could always come back to my place too to keep the night going” he winks at you through the smoke of his cigarette. You go to respond to his suggestive comment when, you peak over his shoulder and see Harrington staring at you. Usually you like to believe people don’t stare, but his eyes were set, and weren’t going anywhere. Unfortunately, you looked back for too long and Billy took a notice. “Harrington, huh? Look between you and me, babe, that guys a total freak show. Here-“ he takes out a piece of joint wrap and writes his number on it. “Call me whenever you wanna experience a real man, ‘kay?” Now, usually you’d never go for this type of guy, but this is the first number you’d ever gotten from an interested guy… it was like a golden ticket. “‘Kay.” You repeat back, putting the paper into your pocket. “Drive safe, hot stuff” He winks one last time, definitely staring at your ass as you walked away to the car. You couldn’t help but look past him, Steve looks even worse than before. Wonder what happened…

After driving Nancy home and talking her through her drunkard emotions, you drove home ready to end your night. There was a part of you that wanted to know more, that wanted to be more helpful. So instead of going to sleep you picked up the phone. “This is Steve..” he sounded glum, but at least he picked up “I know I know-“ suddenly his tone becomes more joyous “(Y/N)? Wh- why are you calling? What’s up?” Your brows furrow “I talked to Nancy” he sighs, loud enough that you can hear it through the phone “Did she tell you what she told me?” You chuckle anxiously “that everything’s bullshit?” Steve chuckles softly before going quiet “look, I’m not trying to get involved in your business or anything, but… well, they do call alcohol truth serum and while the truth may hurt, at least it’s out… god that is not helpful at all- sorry, I just-“ Steve interrupts “no, I get what you’re trying to say, it’s okay. I’m glad I know how she really feels about me…” the line goes quiet before he clears his throat “so uh, what was Billy saying to you?” The paper in your pocket making its way into your hand “oh, he was just doing what he always does, try to pick up people. Usually he picks up more…” you pause trying to find the word before Steve says“immodest people?” You gasp dramatically “Wow, am I too modest? Can’t believe you Harrington, I work hard to disturb the peace!” You hear him laugh on the other end “There is no peace in this town to begin with” you laugh softly before the line goes dim again

“Hey, (Y/N)?” You hum in response “Do you… do you like Billy?” Your brow furrows slightly “What do you mean?” Steve sighs deeply “I mean what I said, do you like Billy?” You stop to think, only for a moment. “I mean, he’s okay, but I just don’t think I could ever see myself with a guy like him.” Steve scratches the back of his neck, and tries to nonchalantly ask “Well, what kind of guy would you see yourself with?” You feel like you know why he asked, but he’s still in a relationship! Keep your act together! “Well, I mean, probably just someone who wouldn’t want to use me like Billy, but that’s kinda bare minimum, no?” Steve sighs exasperated, “yeah, I get that… hey, uhm, would you wanna hang out tomorrow? Maybe go see a movie or something?” You chuckle “we’ll see how the day goes, now get your beauty sleep Harrington” you chuckle “yeah, yeah… goodnight” you can hear a soft smile forming at his mouth over the phone “goodnight” You hang up, before flopping onto the bed, only praying that nothing bad happens tomorrow.

The next day rolls around, and almost immediately you’re picked out by the sun kissed blonde with the nice ass. “Hey, hottie, you never came back to the party… did I scare you off?” You roll your eyes sarcastically “Yeah, as if you could scare me” he puts his arm around your shoulders, and immediately everyone is looking at the two of you. You’re not extremely popular, nor are you the type Billy has ever gone for, so people are whispering left and right. Billy notices how unnerved you are by all the people, he leans close to your ear “just ignore them sweetheart, they just wish they were in your place.” He kissed you temple before standing back up, and almost immediately your cheeks are a bright shade of rose. He chuckles softly “You really are cute, you know that?”

He brings you to your locker and leans against the ones next to yours, just scanning your every move, and admiring every feature. “I mean, compared to everyone else here, I’m not really all that special…” you gently bite the inside of your cheek as you input the code on the lock of your locker. “See, even that- most of the people here and stuck up snobs with broom handles up their asses. You’re very… pure, very cute. And, if I may add, more attractive than most of the others, even if they don’t see it.” He seemed to be getting closer and closer with every compliment “Oh, you don’t mean that… I bet you say that to every girl you try to get with” your brows furrow as you close your locker door. “I’m past my… date hopping days, baby. You can only do it for so long before you start to feel a bit guilty.” You roll your eyes “I wonder why.” You look past Billy and see Steve waiting alone for first period to start, it’s sad seeing him without Nancy or the goons. “I’ll see you later, Kay?” Billy sighs “alright sweetheart, just don’t forget what I said. Don’t be shy to call me whenever you want” he smirked before kissing your cheek, letting you leave.

You walk away, gently touching the spot he kissed. Even if you didn’t want him to, Steve noticed. “You and Billy are a thing now?” He raised a brow as he stood upright, looking at you with his… sultry, beautiful eyes… “No, he’s just picked me as his victim of the month I guess… why, jealous?” You tease, gently tapping his chest. He scoffs “As if… we’re still on for later though, right?” You nod, smiling warmly “of course… how did things go with Nance, if you don’t mind me asking?” His shoulders fall “We’re uhm… split. She said our relationship was bullshit- she said I was bullshit, so… now we’re broken up.” Your heart breaks, you’ve known them for years, and now they’re broken up. “Oh, you poor thing…” you hug him tightly. Steve would always mock you for being very nurturing, always like a parent, but he really needed the hug. He grasped the material of your top tightly as he hugged you back. “I just don’t know where I went wrong…” he whispered softly. You pull back, seeing even more people begin to crowd. “Hey, uhm… let’s talk outside.” He nods as you lead him to the empty courts near the back of the school.

The bleachers are cold, but it’s better than the dirt, he sits next to you looking glum. You rest your head on his shoulder “How are you feeling beyond the Nancy thing, how is everything else going?” He rubs the back of his neck “Well, uhm… there’s this person I know, they’re super cool and stuff, but I feel overly protective of them… like- as terrible as this sounds- I feel like I’ve loved them even when I was with nance… is that wrong?” You tilt your head up “Well, I mean, most school relationships don’t last as sad as it is, and while you might’ve liked this person while in a relationship I guess it doesn’t make you bad… you didn’t actively cheat or anything. Does the person know you like them? Do you still like them?” You poor oblivious thing. His posture stiffens “Well- I don’t think they do… and yeah… I like them a lot” he groans and paces the seats behind you “god, I like- I love them. And it kills me because they don’t know it, and if I don’t tell them they’re going to fall for this other guy who I personally think is a giant douche bag but-“ you pipe in “who is it?” Steve freezes.

He knows his answer, but he’s scared of the result. “God, (Y/N), I love you. I always have, I always knew. I don’t know how I got this far without telling you yet, it’s so incredibly hard to contain my true self around you. You’re hilarious, you’re cute, you’re supportive… hell you’ve been helping me through this rut with Nancy, and I hate it, because I don’t wanna even think about Nancy, ‘cause the only person I’ve ever had on my mind is you! I’ve only ever wanted you- to be with you, since the day we met. You’re everything to me, and I’m not losing you to that piece of shit Hargrove after I’ve spent all these years this close to you!” He sits down in front of you gently grasping your shoulders physically shaking because of all the emotions he let out. He scans your face for a second, you’re trying to process everything he had just said. Almost for a moment, it feels like you and Steve have mind-linked together, as you both lean in. Though the weather may be cold, the kiss is warm, and his embrace is delicate. Every problem that was stressing him out melted away, every worry in your head had disappeared. For once, everything seemed right with the world, like it was just the two of you, forever. You pull away from the kiss softly, gently running a hand through his voluminous hair“You’re not losing me, Harrington.” You smile warmly as he smiles up at you, “That’s all I ever wanted.”

(A/N): Screaming, crying, peeing my pants. Needed to get some Y/N moments out of my system, I hope you enjoyed! 🤭❤️

#x reader #x you #fanfic #fluff #x you fluff #steve harrington #steve x reader #steve x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve x y/n #steve harrington stranger things #steve harrington fluff #steve fluff

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demieyesore · 6 months

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I have a request! Today my mom found out she was pregnant with her 5th child. We can afford another child in the house and she scared how her husband (who’s very toxic) will react. I’m also scared for our future, the baby and my mom. So can you write for Mattheo riddle x reader. The readers mom send her an owl at breakfast with a positive test picture attached to the letter. And the letter was saying how she’s pregnant and she doesn’t know what to do and they can’t afford the baby and that Reader is the only one who knows. And Reader gets upset because she scared for her mom and baby sibling so she locks herself in her dorm and locks the door while she walks around, cries and lays on her bed (also while crying) and having a breakdown and she doesn’t eat or drink anything because she too anxious for her family and the future for them and Mattheo (her bf) Notices and goes to her dorm and unlocks her room and comforts her while she lays on his shoulder crying and panicking while he sits with her on his lap rubbing a comforting hand up and down her back and just listening. And she ends up falling asleep cuddling into Mattheo

Another addition to the family - Mattheo Riddle

Summary - Y/n is sent into a panic attack after receiving a letter from her mother that she is yet again pregnant.

Mentions / Warnings - Fem!Reader, Slytherin!Reader, Draco lowkey being a brat, mentions of toxic family and abuse!!!

A/n - First off I am so sorry that you’re in that kind of situation <3 I truly hope that everything gets better for you and your family :( I unfortunately know what it’s like to be in an abusive home

Requested - Yes

POV - 3rd

Word Count - 626 (I apologize if this is too short but I just woke up and am still tired 🥲)

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You’re currently sitting in the grand hall eating breakfast with your friends when the mail finally arrives. The slytherin girl drops her fork onto her plate when a letter drops down in front of her.

Her hands quickly reach out and pluck up the envelope, tearing it open curious as to what it could be. Draco Malfoy had also received something in the mail and was making a fuss over something his father said.

Thankfully everyone at the table was paying attention to him as she read the letter. The letter was in depth about how her mother is pregnant again. There was even a picture of two positive pregnancy tests attached to the card.

She began to get tense as she read on, her Mom can’t afford to take care of another child. Especially when she already has quite a few others. And then comes the problem of her Father.

He was abusive and toxic. And you already knew how your father was.

She was scared for her family. For the life of her newest sibling and all the others. And most importantly for her Mom’s safety.

She stood up abruptly which Draco noticed.

“Leaving are we? I was just getting to the good part!” Malfoy rolls his eyes in a complaint. Y/n brushed it off and swiftly walked out of the room. Trying to hide the tears that are currently swelling up.

As she was out of sight, she began to hyperventilate and run towards her dorm. She could hear footsteps behind her but didn’t bother to turn around and check who.

Once at her door, she threw it open and let herself in. The tears that were once withheld finally fell. The tears staining her cheeks and the floor as they dropped. For a moment she paced around her room before getting into her bed. Her cries filled the room as hysteria consumed her. She was beginning to spiral when her door unlocked and opened.

She looked up with blurry vision, too much water in her view as she heard her boyfriend’s voice.

“What’s wrong Darling?” His eyebrows were knitted with concern as he neared the bed. He grabbed your hands as he sat down in front of you.

“I- she- my mom is- she’s-“ Y/n was tumbling over her words to find the right thing to say.

“Hey- hey. Calm down…” He pulls you out of the spiral but you can’t stop the worrying.

Instead of talking you just lean forward and into him. He immediately wraps his arms around you. And the tears are sinking into the clothing over his shoulder.

Y/n moves closer to him, now straddling his lap as the curly haired boy rubs a comforting hand on her back. Her breathing slowly begins to stabilize. She can finally breathe enough to talk about the pain.

And that’s just what she did. She ranted about how worried she is for her family and how much she hates her father for what he’s doing. And Mattheo just listened. Comforting her with nothing but his actions and ears.

She felt tired as her rant came to a close. She was too tired to continue to worry, especially when she was in the arms of her loving boyfriend.

Her eyes fell shut and after a couple minutes she was fully asleep. Mattheo let her stay like that, he even tightened his grip on her. Wanting to make sure that even in her sleep she knew that she was safe.

Over the next couple of days Y/n hadn’t eaten or hydrated enough. Mattheo took notice and made sure to come over after classes with food and large amounts of water.

If you couldn’t take care of yourself, he would.

#slytherin boys #harry potter #mattheo riddle fanfic #mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle x you #mattheo x you #mattheo x y/n #mattheo riddle x reader

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So beautiful | Jack Kline

Sumarry – Jack can’t help but look at Y / n, but his older brother Dean doesn’t seem to like it that much.

Pairing: Jack Kline X Winchester!Reader | Word Count – 844

A/N: Yes, I had already posted this on my old blog, but I decided to repost this one too. ♡ English is not my first language, so I’m sorry for any mistakes.

Dean shifts uncomfortably in his chair as he watches Jack look at his younger sister.

The three Winchesters were in the library just reading books, and looking for new cases, Jack, unfortunately for Dean, is as usual, close to Y / n, looking at her.

Dean is brought back from his thoughts when he hears his sister leaving the library saying that she is going to take a shower.

Jack, as always, is ready to go after Y / n, when Dean catches his eye.

“No boy, you sit there.” Dean speaks authoritatively, drawing Sam’s attention.

“I was just going to-” Jack tries, but Dean interrupts him.

“I know where you were going, the problem is, you can’t follow Y / n everywhere.” Dean speaks and Sam watches the scene, amused by his brother’s jealous attitude.

“But why not?” Jack asks sadly.

“Because … why not, Sam explains to him.” Dean speaks asking his brother for support.

“Don’t get me into it, Dean.” Sam speaks and Dean snorts.

“Listen boy, I said no, now don’t insist, and stop looking at my sister like that, or I forbid you to look at her.” Dean speaks, and Jack’s eyes widen in despair.

“But I like to look at Y / n, I’m happy and calmer when I’m around her.” Jack speaks sweetly, making Dean angrier.

“Look, I let you look and be around anyone but my sister.” When Dean finishes talking, Sam holds a laugh, it was more than obvious to everyone that Y / n and Jack have a very strong connection, separating them now, it would be practically impossible.

“I don’t want to be around other people Dean, I want to be with Y / n.” Jack says that, and practically runs out of the library going, of course, to where Y / n was.

Dean stands motionless, perplexed by the boldness of Nephilim.

“You can’t separate them anymore.” Sam says breaking the silence.

“What do you mean, ‘Separate them’? Are they together?” Dean practically says shouting and Sam laughs at his despair.

“Y / n is no longer a child, you have to start letting her make her own decisions.” Sam speaks and Dean denies crossing his arms.

“Don’t say nonsense Sam, Y / n is a baby, and always will be, and as long as I’m alive, I will look after and protect her.” Dean speaks, and goes to the kitchen in search of a beer.

Meanwhile in Y / n’s room, Jack is sitting on the bed, waiting for her to come back from the bath.

“ 'So beautiful’ He thinks as he looks at a picture frame of her with her brothers.

"Oh Jack, you scared me.” Y / n says entering the room already dressed, with a towel in hand.

“I’m sorry Y / n.” Jack says with a shy smile on his face.

“It’s ok, do not worry.” Y / n says, and then yawns.

“Is tired?” Jack asks, and Y / n sits next to him, resting his head on the Nephilim’s shoulder.

“I am, it has been days that nightmares have not let me have a good night’s sleep.” Y / n says closing his eyes, and Jack rests his head on Y / n’s head, and holds her hand, interlacing his fingers.

The two stay like that for a while, until Jack thinks about something.

“Y / n, I could stay here until you sleep.” Jack speaks smiling, and Y / n opens his eyes and looks at Jack.

“Would you do it?” Y / n asks, looking affectionately at Jack.

“Of course, you are my favorite person in the whole world Y / n!” Jack speaks, and Y / n feels his cheeks get hot.

And then Y / n lay down comfortably on the bed, and Jack covered her smiling, and then sat on the bed, holding Y / n’s hand.

“I’m sorry Y / n.” Jack says, Y / n looks at him confusion

“For what Jack?”

“For looking at you all the time, I can’t help it, I’m sorry, if you want … I can try to avoid more.” Jack speaks coyly and Y / n can’t help but find that scene adorable.

Jack doesn’t want to make Y / n uncomfortable, but he can’t help but look at her.

“You don’t have to apologize, Jack, actually… I like that.” Y / n speaks shy too, and Jack looks at her happily.

Then the two started talking, until Jack felt the grip on his hand loosen, and he stopped talking when he looked at Y / n, and saw that she was sleeping.

Jack watched Y / n sleep, seeing the serene expression on his face 'so beautiful’ he thought again.

Jack carefully lies down next to Y / n, and ends up sleeping too.

Later, Sam knocks on the door and no one answers, he opens the door slowly, and can’t help smiling when he sees that scene.

“Dean is going to kill you.” Sam says quietly and then turns off the light and closes the door again, and goes to his own room.

He lays his head on the pillow, closes his eyes and…

“WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!”

“And there we go.”

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#dean winchester #dean winchester x sister!reader #sam winchester x sister!reader #jack kline x reader #sam winchester #jack kline

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stevi0e · 1 year

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Found yourself a friend; Wednesday Addams x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Bad angst? idk bad fanfic

A/N: Uh this is not my first time writing fanfic but it's the first time Im posting it so pls be nice I am very fragile

Word count: 1.4k

Wednesday had never meant for it to get this complicated, but unfortunately you had bigger plans, seeming as she was standing in your room, eyes red rimmed from crying.

You had been the new student at Nevermore along with Wednesday, you and her being the exceptions as both of your mothers had been close with Principle Weems during their time at Nevermore.

You immediately felt drawn to her, hanging around with her and Enid almost everyday, and sometime after the Poe Cup, you had developed a crush on her. You had to tell Enid almost right away, after you found her reading your journal (which you swore was not a diary), forcing you to confess your feelings for Wednesday.

"I can't believe I didn't see it! I mean, you, anxious, bumbling, clumsy-"

"Enid!"

"Sorry! Sorry. But I mean you, clumsy and always causing problems, and Wednesday, perfectly calm and collected? It makes perfect sense! How could I be so blind?" She had scolded herself before ushering you to tell her all about how you felt.

"What is it you like about her, though? I know I said it was obvious, but you're so….not-Wednesday-y." Enid looked at you confused.

"I don- I don't know, okay? I just- She's so smart and she always has a solution, and she's so, so beautiful it makes me want to change my name and move countries!" You babbled. In your eyes Wednesday was perfect, and nothing would change that.

After that, Enid was constantly trying to get you two alone together, which rarely worked.

"Guys! I just got a text from Yoko, she said it's an emergency, I gotta go!" Enid scrambled, collecting her jacket and shoes. You glared at her, aware of her plan.

"If Yoko is in trouble, we should all go. Who knows what you'll do if you're alone." Wednesday pointed out coldly. You nodded briskly and began collecting your own things from the floor. Enid pouted and sighed.

Though you had been trying to conceal your crush, you couldn't help but become more physically affectionate with Wednesday, occasionally brushing your hand against hers while walking to class, or leaning in closer to her when talking about her research on The Hyde.

She had brushed it off with a cold glare, pulling away from you to continue speaking. Though you continued your advances. Until one day, it became too much.

You were walking with her around the school grounds during lunch, brushing your hand off hers and bumping into her playfully as you talked about your day to her, her head buried in an old book she found in the library, containing information on The Hyde.

"Enough! I am sick and tired of you throwing yourself at me every chance you get, Y/n. We are not friends. And I do not like you. Now kindly leave me alone and never speak to me ever again or I will rip apart every single thing you own." She threatened, her eyes were hard and cold, full of anger.

You stood there silently, unable to register the words spoken to you properly as you avoided Wednesdays' piercing gaze. You sniffed, tears welling in your eyes as your body shook.

You looked at Wednesday with tearful eyes and nodded, not seeing the regret on her face through your tears. You turned on your heel and rushed back to your dorm, covering your face as everyone stared at you and Wednesday.

You found refuge in you and Bianca's dorm, sitting on your bed crying as a group of girls comforted you.

"Honestly, Y/n, she's not worth it!" Yoko tried consulting you as the other girls nodded.

"I knew that girl was trouble the second she walked in, always stringing people along only to break their hearts." Bianca spat, her hatred for Wednesday growing more by the second.

Enid kept quiet, not wanting to speak bad about her roommate, though she was furious with her.

Knock Knock.

All eyes turned to the door.

"It better not be her!" One of the girls, Tazmina, cried.

"I'll get it." You mumbled, rising from the bed and drying your eyes with your sleeve. The girls watched in silence as you made your way to the door, turning the handle and peaking outside.

And there stood Wednesday, her eyes red from crying, her hair ruffled and untidy, holding a bunch of deep red roses.

Previously

After you had run off, Wednesday found herself doing the same, running up to her and Enid's dorm, ignoring the blazing stare of her peers.

She flung open the door and crashed onto her bed, ignoring Things' frazzled tapping.

In the silence of her room, with only herself to blame for her mistake, Wednesday allowed herself to cry.

Sobs wracked her body as she shook, unable to keep her feelings inside. All the regret and guilt coming out in tears and heaves. She felt utterly and truly sick.

She sat on her bed as she explained her situation to Thing, who scolded her thoroughly. She took out her journal from its hiding spot, flipping through the pages, all of them containing your name. She stopped at some of the entries.

Dearest Journal,

Today has been truly awful. I caught sight of Y/n and Bianca hanging out again. Does Y/n like her? Why did she laugh so much? She never laughs that much around me. I fear I am scaring her off. She looked devastatingly gorgeous today. Her h/c hair looked so shiny and perfect, I felt like a pathetic school girl with a crush on her teacher.

Dearest Journal,

Y/n's hand brushed off mine again. I only wish I had the confidence to hold it. I wonder at night what it must feel like, would she like the feeling of my own hand in hers? Her skin looks so soft, she looks so soft, I just want to wrap my arms around her and never, ever let go.

Dearest Journal,

I almost confessed to Y/n today. She just looked so horribly beautiful, her face does the cutest thing when she's focused, she looks like a kitten. My feelings disgust me, and yet I cannot get them to leave.

Wednesday closed the leather journal and made up her mind.

She told her plan to Thing, who seemed incredibly enthusiastic about the whole ordeal.

"You've been hanging around with Enid too much these days." She muttered.

Sneaking down into Ms. Thornhills' room, Wednesday picked up the bouquet of red roses that stood idle in a green vase on Ms. Thornhills' desk.

She inspected the roses for a moment before making her way to the dorm she knew to be yours and Bianca's.

Knocking on the door, the words left her when she saw it was you who opened the door.

Present

Your mouth gaped open at the sight of Wednesday, who looked at you just as lost.

"I…May I speak to you privately?" She asked politely, unable to meet your eyes.

Though every instinct told you no, you nodded and waved at the girls, telling them you would be back in a moment. Bianca and Yoko glared at Wednesday, though Enid could hardly contain her grin.

The two of you walked in complete silence, stopping at the Edgar Allen Poe statue that was tucked away in a small passage.

Wednesday looked away from you and handed you the roses.

"I want- I-" Wednesday stuttered, taking a deep breath before looking into your eyes.

"I'm sorry, Y/n. I…should not have said those things. And I did not mean them." You gave her a look, confused but needing to know where she was going with it.

"To be completely truthful with you, I….seem to have developed feelings for you. Romantic ones. Though I know you could never be with somebody as cold and uncaring as me, these feelings have been chewing my brain for what feels like years even though I have only known you for a series of weeks. I understand if you do not feel the same way-"

Wednesday was cut off as you pulled her into a kiss, your lips slotting together like a perfect puzzle, as though they were made for eachother.

Her hands rested on your waist as yours were grasping the base of her neck.

"I like you too Wednesday, a lot. And I forgive you." You murmured as you rested your forehead on hers, smiling softly at her sigh of relief.

"Ahem-" A cough came from behind the two of you. You and Wednesday turned your heads to see Ms. Thornhill standing there, a barely concealed grin on her face.

"I see you've found a friend after all, Wednesday." Your face turned red and you hid your blushing face in the crook of Wednesdays' neck, groaning in embarrassment. Wednesday smirked slightly.

"Girlfriend, actually."

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A Love Reunited - Ricky Smut/Fluff

A/N: I don’t know why my mind went towards a sappy fluffy cute smut but it did so hopefully you enjoy this anon! I didn’t edit this so they’re maybe some typos, also I upload via mobile so if the formatting is ever off I am sorry! Enjoy!

Edit: for some reason tumblr won’t let me add the imagine below the photo so it’s all wonky. Sorry!

Sighing you clock out at work and make your way out the door, extra glad it is finally the weekend after a long week, but also a little disappointed to be making your way home to your apartment alone. Your boyfriend Ricky is away on tour and unfortunately there is still about a week left before he can be home.

You decide to send him a quick message before you start the drive home, letting him know that you are thinking of him and miss him.

When you pull into your driveway you notice that you have a message so you take your phone out as you walk towards your front door.

“Good thing we got home early then,” you read.

You quickly unlock your front door when you got the message, looking up to immediately gasp. Wasting no time you make your way to where he sits on your couch, sit down on his lap facing him and bury your face in his neck. His arms snake around you, holding you to him tightly as you both sit there in the silence for a couple minutes to embrace and take comfort in being together again.

“Something came up and the tour ended a week early, so I decided to surprise you after work today,” he says softly in your ear, not wanting to let go of you as the two months you were apart has taken a toll on not just you but him as well.

“I missed you so much,” you mumble, trying not to embarrass yourself by happy crying.

The timer in the oven goes off, forcing you to separate from eachother.

“Go sit at the table, I will have dinner out for us in a minute,” he says kissing your forehead as he slips by you and into your kitchen.

You make your way to the dining room table ad smile when you see that there is a beautiful bouquet of flowers itting on it, and candles are lit around the room giving a romantic feel towards the meal, which melts your heart at the effort that he made to do something for you despite the fact you know he must be tired from the tour.

Rick comes out with your plates and then heads back into the kitchen to grab you both a couple of glasses of wine before he takes a seat next to you at the table.

“You didn’t have to do all of this for me, I know you must be exhausted after such a long tour,” you say as you start to eat the wonderful meal that he has cooked.

“I wanted to do something nice for you when I got back because this was the first tour we’ve been through together and I know it is a lot for you as well. I figured we have a nice at home date tonight and then we can spend the weekend being lazy and lying around together. After your week you probably need it too,” he responds back, reaching over to lightly squeeze your thigh under the table.

The two of you continue to eat, Rick telling you all about the fun and weird moments of the tour. Most of this he has already told you during your facetime chats but you still gladly listen to him as its been so long since you have heard him talk in person.

When you both finish eating you move closer to him so that you can give him a kiss, giggling when he pulls you out of your chair and onto his lap, not expecting the sudden playful moment.

“I’m so glad you are home, I missed you so much. I know you would never do anything but just knowing you meet so many fans makes me anxious, you never know what they could do or if you would meet someone better,” you admit shyly as you start to lightly play with his hair, loving the silky feel of it in your hands.

“Baby, listen to me. I don’t want anyone else. Noone comes close to you or how I feel about you,” he brushes your cheek with his thumb, which makes you look at him and making eye contact.

He leans down to gently kiss you again, but this time feels a lot different than any the two of you have ever shared with eachother. You can’t place why but you don’t question it, quickly giving in to the feeling and losing all sense of what is happening around you.

You can feel him smile in the kiss which makes you smile as well. Lightly Rick tugs on your lip with his teeth, your tongues lazily meeting. You can’t help but love how soft and gentle everything is right now. These slow sweet moments together are rare and you haven’t been able to have on in awhile.

His hands trail down your sides before landing on our ass and resting there for a moment before he pulls his lips away from yours just slightly.

“Why don’t we move this to our bed? You can show me how much you missed me,” he whispers, his breath ghosts across your lips making you shudder.

Rather than answering you get up off his lap and grab his hand, leading him out of the dining room and to your bedroom.

Both of you lay down on your sides facing eachother, lips quickly colliding with eachothers again only this time is more heated, both of you getting needy for contact that you have been missing.

One of his hands is resting on your hip as the other is in your hair, holding you closely to him. Slowly he pushs on you, letting you know that he wants you to lay down on your back which you happily do.

His hands teasingly rub the skin of your stomach which is now exposed from your shirt riding up slightly. Trailing his hands softly up your torso until they make their way back down towards the hem of your shirt, which he grabs and slides off of you, your bra quickly going with it while you blush.

The two of you have only been together like this a handful of times before he had to leave for the tour, so despite wanting it you still can’t help but feel shy when he looks at your body.

He gives you another quick soft kiss that is over before you can register that it had begun before they lightly start to ghost from your ear down to your throat. At the same time one of his hands moves to cup a breast, lightly kneading it before starting to roll your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Even after all this time he still takes satisfaction in teasing you.

He know that he finds your sensitive spot on your throat when you gasp and tilt your head allowing him more access to continue leaving marks along the path, because you know that he has to be at that point.

Reaching inbetween the both of you you decide to unbutton his jeans, sliding them down slightly along with his boxers.

He adjusts so that he can kick his them off the rest of the way before his lips slowly start to trail down your chest, continuing to leave marks as you reach down to slowly stroke him, wanting to drive him crazy and tease him as much as he was doing to you. You know you succeeded when he lets out a barely audible groan which makes you giggle.

His lips wrap around one of your nipples, making you gasp and shift at the sensitive feeling, your jeans feeling a bit too constricting now.

He notices you shift and moves to unbutton them, pulling away from you slightly so that you can lift your hip, allowing him to remove them as well as your panties in one quick motion before sitting at your side. He reaches over you so that he can rub your clit but you grab his wrist and stop him.

“No, I-I just want to feel you tonight, please?” you beg, craving the closeness and the connection that you have been lacking out on with him.

His shifts so that he is leaning over the top of you again, his lips finding yours gently as he teases you slightly with the tip against your clit. When you give him an annoyed grunt he finally gives in and slips inside of you, both of you letting out a groan at the sudden feeling of pleasure that is coursing through you.

Hi thrusts get a little bit harder as he goes but he doesn’t get anywhere near as rough with you as he always has in the past. He wants to savor this moment with you and enjoy this feeling. He also feels the change between this act and the other times the two of you have been together.

Pulling away he locks his eyes with you as his hands find their way to your waist, flipping the two of you so that you are now on top.

“Ride me baby, fuck just like that,” he groans as you begin to rock your hips against his, you being inpatient and going a bit quicker than he was when he was on top and leading the two of you.

Knowing that he won’t last long himself after not getting any for a few month he reaches between the two of you, starting to toy with your clit which makes you look away from him, arching your back at the level it adds to everything.

He can feel you starting to clench around him, hear you letting out breathy moans that let him know that you are getting quick and when you do cum rather abruptly he is right behind you, spilling inside of you a couple seconds later.

When you come down you share a couple lazy kisses before you finally pull yourself off him and go to your bathroom to quickly clean yourself up.

When you return you quickly put your pajamas on, and notice that he has slipped into his boxers and is laying on your bed waiting for you to join him. You do so, laying your head on his chest and wrapping an arm around him while he begins to lightly run a hand along your back. Both of you sit there quietly, processing what has changed between the two of you but not wanting to be the one to break the silence.

A few moments later Rick decides to be the one to break it, “Being away from you like this for so long made me realize something… well that and one of Chris’ weird peptalks helped me figure it out too,” Rick says softly, still rubbing your back softly.

You move so that you are looking up at him,” Hmm?” you ask.

“This is probably not the best time to say it, and totally is not what I planned to do but I want to say it. I love you, more than that I’m in love with you. I’ve never mised someone so much while gone, or worried about a girlfriend like this,” he slowly stops talking when he realises he is rambling.

“Rick, I love you too. I just was too nervous to say it and freaked out thinking it would freak you out saying it only four months into our relations,” you admit and then before giving him a second kiss lightly.

Suddenly realization hits you and you pull away with a weird look on your face.

“Wait, you confided in this with my brother before you did me? No wonder he has been really weird lately when we’ve talked and asking how things are going with you,” you say giggling slightly.

You lay back down, curling up in his side again, content to just stay like that the rest of the night.

“He confronted me about it, I will explain later, lets just go to bed,” he says, sounding annoyed.

You decide to just let the subject go but totally plan to ask him about it in the morning curious on what that could have meant.

The two of you continue to catch up on everything you haven’t had a chance to with one another before you finally start to fall asleep, feeling loved and cared for, more content in your relationship than ever.

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